This choice: John your enemies want you turned into a slave girl • Go Back... The whip Mistress nervously wrings her hands and swallows audibly, then seems to compose herself. Offering a weak smile, she softly declares, "John, your enemies want you turned into a slave girl."
You blink at her in surprise, taken aback by her candid response. Of course, you secretly suspected something along those lines, or at least that the whip Mistress had ulterior motives of her own. You just didn’t expect her to be so forthright about it. Composing yourself, you adopt a stern expression, and demand, “So you are working with them to achieve that end?”
She shrugs, flashing a rueful smile. “They are offering a substantial reward to whoever succeeds in turning you into a slave girl,” she explains glibly. Then her expression hardens. “Besides, I have my own reasons for exacting a little revenge upon you, John. You mistreated some of my best girls...”
“But they’re just whores,” you interject defensively. “They are accustomed to being abused by their customers, aren’t they?”
“They may be whores, but they are also property of the brothel,” she counters. “Your sadistic proclivities left some of their bodies scarred, lowering their value. Others suffered permanent psychological harm, impairing their ability to service customers...”
“Look, I can afford to pay for whatever damage I caused,” you offer, feeling a bit bemused but unwilling to feel any shame for what you did to the brothel’s girls. After all, they are just computer-generated constructs, not real people.
The whip Mistress waves off your offer. “It’s not just the gold, John. There is a principle involved.” She flashes a cruel smile. “I happen to think it would be poetic justice for you to be transformed into a slave girl so that you can experience firsthand what it’s like to be a whore.”
The color drains from your face when you note the malicious glee in her gaze as she contemplates that prospect. “Who are these enemies?” you ask, hoping to change the subject.
“That I cannot say,” she answers evenly. “The bounty on your head was posted anonymously.” She shrugs indifferently. “For all I know, all of your enemies have joined forces to bring you down.”
You pause to consider her words, trying to imagine which of your foes orchestrated this plot against you. Your arch-enemy Garton comes to mind, but there are others who hate you as much as he, with resources equal to or greater than his. Then another thought occurs to you. “Why are you telling me all this now?” you ask the whip Mistress.
She smiles like the proverbial cat that ate the canary. “It’s simple, John. You see...” | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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