Nel's Misfortune 0.2

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<center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/coverimage.png"></div> <a id="1" data-passage="Choose scenario">1. Start Game</a> <a id="2" data-passage="FAQ/Walkthrough">2. FAQ/Walkthrough</a></center>

''Disclaimer:'' This work was categorized as BDSM due to the fact that it craters to a collection of fantasies often associated with the submissive mindset. That being said, THIS IS NOT ACTUAL BDSM THAT COULD BE ENACTED IN REAL LIFE. If you are curious about BDSM, I recommend you to look it up on sites such as https://submissiveguide.com/ where you could find ample information on the topic. If you ever decide to enact BDSM in real life, only do so if YOU COMPLETELY TRUST YOUR PARTNER with a safety mechanic in mind that you can enact at any time during your session. I also highly recommend to consult with others (either on the internet or real life via the local BDSM community), who have years of experience. They could give you a list of red flags to look out for in future encounters and also give advice on a developing real life scenario. ''Also:'' this work of fiction is only for those who have passed the age of 18. If you are not 18 yet, do not play this game! <center><div class="smallestImage"><img src="./Images/18+.png"></div></center> ''Walkthrough:'' If Nel drinks in the pub at the end of the second day she will lose the fight with her competitor. In this case she gets enslaved no matter what, either by Fiz or the pirates. If Nel sleeps at least once instead of drinking she is going to beat her competitor, and one of the three things will happen: 1. If Nel takes the nodes two times, there are no explosives onboard the //Galilei// and she gets captured by the pirates. 2. If Nel takes the charges once, she blows up the ship in order to eliminate the pirates. But the explosion is not big enough and she still gets enslaved by them. 3. If Nel takes the charges two times, she blows up the ship in order to eliminate the pirates. This time the explosion is big enough to kill them. After that Nel takes Fiz as her own slave and she embarks on her next venture. The Registry path has three endings: 1. If Nel chooses pain she becomes a pony slave. 2. If Nel chooses servitude she becomes a house cat. 3. If Nel chooses pleasure she becomes a concubine. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="Start Menu">1. Return to Start</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>>

''WARNING!'' <center><div class="smallestImage"><img src="./Images/18+.png"></div></center> If you are not eighteen or older, you shouldn't play this game! <a id="1" data-passage="Start Menu">1. I am 18 or older!</a> <a id="2" data-passage="I am not 18 yet!">2. I am not 18 yet!</a> <<set $mission1 to "???">> <<set $status to "FREE">> <<set $outfit to "flightsuit">> <<set $weapon to "good ol' pistol">> <<set $secondaryWeapon to "none">> <<set $days to 1>> <<set $energy to 2>>

<center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/space.png"></div></center> So long, young Venturer! <a id="1" data-passage="Start Menu">1. Oh wait, I grew!</a>

<<set $outfit to "black flightsuit">><<set $mission1 to "Get away!">><div id="keypress">//I need to get away,// you think to yourself as you are running through the busy streets of <<linkappend "the station.">><<set $nelWentPub to 0>><<set $zenTookTerma to 0>> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/jafarstation.png"></div></center> The place is called Jafar. It is one of the scattered outlaw dwellings in the Zeta Sector, where folks from the underworld exchange slaves, play casino, look for jobs, or just drink until they drop. In your case, you came here for the third option. Maybe the forth one once you get your assignment. But as it turns out, going here was a bad idea. The moment you started lurking around, you came across a pirate gang that you pissed off during your ventures. What's worse, you didn't even //know// that you pissed them off until one of them punched you in the jaw (through hearsay, you identify him as the captain), and you were forced to flee the area before they would put a couple holes in you. <<linkappend '//Looks like I got rid of them,//'>> you think to yourself, and you decide to stop so you could catch your breath. Only to see one of their men standing in front of you, with a teaser held in both hands. You expect that he would say something. But he just shoots you. Two darts from the teaser penetrating the chest portion of your <<linkappend "flight suit.">> //This is bad!// you think to yourself. Then the darts give out an electroshock, and you collapse on the floor unconscious. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You wake up Nel alt">1. You wake up</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

''Mission log updated!'' <<set $energy to 1>><<set $mission1 to "==Get away!== Oops!">><<set $status to "FREE(?)">><<set $outfit to "ballgag">><<set $weapon to "none">><div id="keypress">You wake up for the feeling of an enormous ballgag <<linkappend "in your mouth.">> You want to reach it with your hands, however your wrists are cuffed to the arms of some sort of strange furniture. You try to move your legs, but you realize that your ankles have cuffs on them, your backside too locked in place by straps. Your eyes uncovered, you look over yourself, and you realize that you are strapped chest down to a bondage bench, located in what looks like the cargo hold of a spacecraft. <<linkappend '//Stars dammit!//'>> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelcapturedalt.png"></div></center> "Mhm!" Desperate, you try to slip your hands and ankles out of their bindings. However the cuffs are locked at the thinnest part of your bone structure. And anatomy is unbeatable. You think of an alternate way of getting out of here. But then the door opens, and you can see the captain walk <<linkappend "inside the compartment.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/jafarCaptain.png"></div></center> "Wondering why you haven't been fucked yet?" he asks. "Mhmmm!" you grunt as an answer. "That's because we are all reasonable folks here, dammit," he answers, and he lands a huge slap on your ass. "We bide our time for women who want it, and if they don't, we use the damn serum." You follow him with your eyes as he takes a syringe in his hand. //The nanites!// Then, as you would expect the needle to slide into your skin, the syringe is placed at the center of your naked back, the tip of <<linkappend "the needle touching your skin.">> "That's what you want, huh? Live the rest of your life reduced to a toy?" he asks. You shake your head. You //might// have something similar to this on your mind. But //that// would certainly not entail lifelong slavery. Perhaps a dom sub relationship at one point. Let it be twenty four seven or partial. "Well, in that case you might just be in a bit of luck," he says, his large palm pressed on your back. "As fate gives it, you are not the only one who crossed us. There is a certain other figure we are after. One of these agents from this corporation, Boundless Stars, or something. He owes us a shitload of money, but since he knows us, we can't exactly get to him. Bastard always has an exit strategy. And this is where you enter the picture, Nel Hayesim. As you are quite a resourceful bounty hunter yourself, aren't ya'?" he frowns, and you instintively nod. "You gonna hunt him down and deliver him to us. Once you do it, you are free to go. <<linkappend "You can have my word to this as a captain.">> For a moment, your tension lightens. Would it be so simple? But you are smarter than that. No. There is no way they would let you off the hook. Even if you do the mission. "While you were out, we injected a tracker inside your intestines. This one comes with a shocker so we could knock you out if needed." To demonstrate, he gets a remote in his hand, and he pushes a button. <<linkappend '//ZAP!//'>> "Mhm!" You bite on the gag as your entire body shudders. "Since the bugger is good at hopping off when needed, the last time we learned where he set up shop, we decided not to follow. We will get you the coordinates and the name of the settlement. You can do the rest yourself," he continues. "Whaddya say, sunshine?" <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You accept Nel alt">1. You accept</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/jafarCaptain.png"></div></center> You nod, signaling that you accept. "Good call," the man says, then he slaps you on the butt again. One by one the cuffs are released from your wrists and ankles, and the ballgag is removed from your mouth. You are escorted out of the ship naked, then with a loud thud, a bag containing your gear lands on the docking bay's floor next to you. Then with another thud, a data disk is flung beside it. You take both of them in your hands, and start walking back to your ship, like nothing ever happened. "You have one week. After that we will be right on top of you," the captain says. <<linkappend "You nod.">> And you continue to walk.<<set $outfit to "black flightsuit">><<set $weapon to "good ol' pistol">> ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Galilei.png"></div></center> Once you are back to the //Galilei//, you get dressed, and for a moment, it truly feels like nothing ever happened. Except that you can feel the tracker in your intestines. A crucial change that is to define every waking moment. You go to the cockpit, and you input the coordinates to Lonar V, the planet the data disk points you to. After that, the auto pilot takes your vessel out of the dock, and with a screeching sound, your ship enters FTL. //Six hours.// You read the data from the console. You think about sleeping until then. But who the hell likes being well rested? Instead, you go back to your cabin, and you start to masturbate, imagining the members of the pirate gang as they take turns on you. Is it wicked? Yes. But that's what makes your mind tick. And that's all there is to it. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You start the job alt">1. You start the job</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress">After the six hours passes, you arrive <<linkappend "on the planet.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/lonarV.png"></div></center> Lonar V is not one of the well known places. Even by the zetans. It is a barren world, covered with hills and rock formations, with just a couple small settlements here and there inhibited by a few hundred people. In fact, the settlement you were given, //Tarsun//, barely holds a hundred souls. <<linkappend "Which makes your job even easier.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Foresttown.png"></div></center> You land the ship on a flat area nearby, and you walk inside the town. The first thing you see is a Slave Registry. A large building made of metal located in the middle of the town. If anyone thinks fondly about being a slave, they can volunteer at the reception, and their life of pain and pleasure will begin. At first, you think this is a cheap trick that almost never works. But you have to admit: even now, you are tempted. On the other side your gaze falls on a pub. In a small town like this these places can be perfect to get some information. Plus, the guy you are looking for is a corporate agent. And you wouldn't be surprised if he is inside the building, looking for volunteers for some shady corporate job as you are standing here. So why not make a visit? <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="Go to the pub alt">1. Go to the pub</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="Go to the slave registry alt">2. Go to the slave registry</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><</linkappend>><</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress">You sigh. Saying no to your inner demon. And you decide to go to the pub <<linkappend "as your next destination.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Futurebar.png"></div></center> As you enter the building you can see various sorts of folks. Some of them are just there for the alcohol. Others are having a good time, cheering with their friends. There are also a couple people who arrived with their slaves, forcing them to dance naked, suck their cocks or have sex with strangers. You can feel your stomach turn from the sight of such things. But the <<linkappend "zetans have their ways.">> Your eyes suddenly jump, as your brain locates the target. What you see is a tall man, bald, with a tattoo on the top of his head. He is not an //exact// match to the picture you were provided with. But it's obvious that one might change up his looks every now and then if followed. You think that you should grab him, and drag him onboard the //Galilei//. But if he was able to evade the pirates this far, there has to be sufficient security personnel on the lookout. On the other hand, you can see that the man is here for business. Now that might just give you an excellent opportunity to get close to him. And who knows? Perhaps the job would make for an interesting one. <<linkappend '"Nel Hayesim,"'>> you extend a hand to the man as you sit down in front of him. <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Fiz.png"></div></center> "You can call me Fiz, my lady," he answers. "What may I thank for your presence?" "You seem like someone who knows what's going on about here. As a passer by who just landed, I might benefit from knowing a thing or two." "Ah, so you are a curious soul... Very well. Why not?" the man nods. "There is a merchant ship that crashed a couple miles from here. The wreck is located on the top of a hill, and for this reason, it is difficult to reach it. But that shouldn't be a problem if you are adventorous. Once onboard, you can find a set of experimental sensor nodes that the crew stole from a corporate outpost. I need to get my hands on them. As many as possible. Do this and you will receive a substantial reward. A very substantial one." <<linkappend '"What about my competition?"'>> you frown. Even if the ship is on the top of a hill, some folks might still feel like the job is worth the effort. "I have to admit, there is already someone after the nodes. But this doesn't have to end in a folly. If you can agree to split the parts between yourselves, the both of you can walk out of here with your financials all but solved for the time being. If you want, I can even get you a frequency so you could start your cooperation right away." "That won't be necessary," you answer. //Bah! Cooperate.// The moment the two of you cross paths there can be only one of you who leaves with the prize. Any other possibility is an utter and complete delusion. <<linkappend '"Good luck, Nel,"'>> the man nods. "Thank you," you also nod, and you proceed to leave the pub. Once outside, you already start to think about the possibilities. On one hand, you could merely //pretend// that you take this quest seriously. But the fact to the matter is that those sensor nodes could be one hell of a bargaining chip. If you can get all of them (including the ones your competition has), Fiz will have no other choice but to meet you in a secluded location, where you could capture him, and take him back to the pirates. You could also look around on the ship, see if you could find something Fiz might be worried about. That way you could still get to him, even if it turns out your competition is //more resourceful// than expected. Now this still leaves the issue of the tracker. But at least you can solve one of your problems. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go to the wreckage alt">1. You go to the wreckage</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress">Listening to the voice in your head calling out for this life, you walk up to the slave registry, and you enter the building. As you step through the door, the receptionist looks at you puzzled: looks like she didn't expect <<linkappend "a fortune hunter to stumble here!">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/receptionist.png"></div></center> "What can I do for you, miss?" she asks, returning to her kind demeanor. "I want to volunteer for slavery," you say, your face blushing from a sudden rush of excitement. "I also have a tracker in my intestines. I don't know if you guys can do something about it." "Oh, we certainly can," the receptionist nods, still smiling. "Wait here until the personnel arrives for processing." <<linkappend '"Thank you,"'>> you nod, still unsure if this was a good idea.<<set $status to "SLAVE">><<set $outfit to "ballgag, black ruanite straitjacket, slave ballet boots">><<set $weapon to "none">> You stand idle for a couple minutes, then a tall man arrives accompanied by two security guards. They take you to one of the dressing rooms. Once there, you are to strip naked, and you are equipped with a ruanite straitjacket, a pair of slave ballet boots and a fist sized ballgag. <<linkappend '"Mhmm!"'>> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelstraitjacket2alt.png"></div></center> One of the men yanks your leash, and you grit your teeth against the gag. They start to escort you through the corridors. First, you enter a room full of electronics, where they push a button, and they tell you that the tracker is now harmless. After that, you are escorted about a hundred meters, leading to a corridor filled with cells made of glass, barely large enough to accomodate a person. You are stepped inside one of the cells. You are knelt down, as expected, then the door is locked shut in front of you. "Seeing you soon, darling," you can hear the guard say, and he walks away in the direction you came from. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You start to struggle Nel alt">1. You start to struggle</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelstraitjacket1alt.png"></div></center> You start to wiggle your arms in the straitjacket. But you are unable to get out. As time passes by, reality also starts to sink in. You truly arrived here as the newest slave. And you are truly going to be trained and auctioned off to whoever happens to pay the highest price. Escape as an option will be never granted to you, and you will live the rest of your life as a slave, your mind shattered and put back together multiple times as you are exchanged between different owners. Is this truly what you wanted? //Does it even matter?// As you kneel there, someone steps in front of the cell, and you can hear the door opened. And your journey of pain and pleasure <<linkappend "begins.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelbootlickingalt.png"></div></center> Over the course of the next few months your body is continuously violated. Each part of you utilized so you could become the perfect instrument to your new owner. Each of the training sessions echoing through your mind as they were a nation on their own, calling out to you to choose them. //Which one do you listen?// <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="Pain alt">1. Pain</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="Servitude alt">2. Servitude</a></td> <td><a id="3" data-passage="Pleasure alt">3. Pleasure</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress">You decide to go to the vessel, and after a couple of hours you arrive to the place <<linkappend "Fiz mentioned.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/crashedShip.png"></div></center> At first glance, it looks like the ship could fall down at any moment. But your gut tells you that it is stable enough to enter. //Here we go!// you think to yourself, and you start to climb up the mountain, adamant to enter the wreckage from <<linkappend "one of the gaping holes on its hull.">> Once onboard, you start to go through the corridors. But even at first glance, you could tell that this is not a pirate ship. The hull is clean. There are no slave cages. There are portable barricades scattered around the place, ready to be used in case of an emergency. Then there are the signs on the walls "ARMORY" "CREW A1" "CREW A2" "MEDBAY" "CREW A3". This is a military vessel. There is no denying of the fact. The bodies that you find, all distorted due to the impact, seem to confirm the same thing. All of them wear military clothes. Many with plasma weapons still etched between their fingers. Your first thought is that they might have gotten ambushed by a resourceful pirate gang. But those guys wouldn't leave the weapons. Let alone the sensor nodes. The only thing you can think of is another zetan corporation that wants to get their hands on the prototypes. Technically, they could still land next to the hill, and loot the wreckage. But it would take only one picture and the entire sector would know that it was them. On the other hand... If one of their agents walks into a pub and hires you to get these nodes... Well... Looks like you have your bargaining chip! You go ahead for a couple corridors. <<linkappend "Then you can finally find the cargo hold.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Cargohold.png"></div></center> You start to look for the parts instantenously, and after a minute you can indeed find a container that has them. But you also find that half of them were already collected by your competition. And that is just a sad fact. You also find some terma charges. //Now these could pack one hell of a punch!// In fact, you find several crates filled with them. You suspect that their purpose might be to destroy the entire vessel. Reactors these days have too many safeties to do the job quickly enough. Now that you have your bargaining chip, you have the idea to leave the sensor nodes to the other party, and take the terma charges instead. This way, even if you can't get rid of the tracker, you could have a fighting chance against the pirates once you captured Fiz. On the other hand... To leave behind all that money? And also... To let your competition win? Is this truly somehing your conscience could take? <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You take the nodes alt">1. You take the nodes</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="You take the terma charges alt">2. You take the terma charges</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Cargohold.png"></div></center> You decide to take the nodes, your bag filled with them entirely. By night you are back in town. Part of you feels sorry for not taking the charges. But you remind yourself that the pirates said one week, and there are plenty of things left for both you and your competition. As for the night: You could choose to have a round of drinks, just to see where the night takes you. Or you could get some sleep as an alternative. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go to the pub alt">1. You go to the pub</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="You get some sleep instead alt">2. You get some sleep instead</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Cargohold.png"></div></center> You decide to take the terma charges, your bag filled with them entirely. <<set $zenTookTerma to $zenTookTerma + 1>> By night, you are back in town. Part of you feels sorry for not taking the nodes. But you remind yourself that the pirates said one week, and there are plenty of things left for both you and your competition. As for the night: You could choose to have a round of drinks, just to see where the night takes you. Or you could get some sleep as an alternative. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go to the pub alt">1. You go to the pub</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="You get some sleep instead alt">2. You get some sleep instead</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Futurebar.png"></div></center> "One Earther, please. The whole bottle," you say the moment you get in front of the desk. It is your favorite liquor, and also one of the strongest. You pay with the few telers you have. Then you decide to drink. <<linkappend "And drink.">> <<linkappend "And drink.">> Until the whole night blurs together. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="The next day Nel I alt">1. The next day</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <<set $nelWentPub += 1>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<<set $energy to 2>><<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/cabin.png"></div></center> You decide to get some good night's sleep. On which of the two Earths might it hurt to get a healthy amount of the stuff? The next morning you wake up full of energy. You slip into your clothes, gather your gear, and you decide to head out again. Who knows? Perhaps this time you get to meet your counterpart. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go back to the wreckage alt">1. You go back to the wreckage</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<<set $energy to 1>><<set $outfit to "ballgag, armbinder">><<set $weapon to "none">><<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelArmbinderalt.png"></div></center> When you wake up you find yourself next to a bed with a ballgag in your mouth, your arms forced behind you in an armbinder. And from the marks on your skin and your soreness, you can already tell it was one heck of a night that produced this outcome. "Had fun, sweetie?" a man asks as he comes out of the bathroom, his hip covered with a white towel. You shudder as you realize <<linkappend "it is Fiz.">> "Mhmmm!!" You tense in your bondage. However the man just laughs, and he starts to unlock you. "What? You seemed to just love it a few hours ago," he says. "Umm... Nevermind," you say, slipping into your clothes as quickly as possible. "Wanna stay for breakfast at least?" he frowns. "Need to hurry," you say, then you storm out of the cheap room that he rented. //One of these nights is going to be the end of me!// <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go back to the wreckage alt">1. You go back to the wreckage</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Cargohold.png"></div></center> You decide to take the nodes, your bag filled with them entirely. By night you are back in town. You could choose to have a round of drinks, just to see where the night takes you. Or you could get some sleep as an alternative. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go to the pub Nel II alt">1. You go to the pub</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="You get some sleep instead Zen II alt">2. You get some sleep instead</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Cargohold.png"></div></center> You decide to take the terma charges, your bag filled with them entirely. By night, you are back in town. You could choose to have a round of drinks, just to see where the night takes you. Or you could get some sleep as an alternative. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go to the pub Nel II alt">1. You go to the pub</a> </td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="You get some sleep instead Zen II alt">2. You get some sleep instead</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><<set $zenTookTerma to $zenTookTerma + 1>></div>

<div id="keypress"><<if $nelWentPub > 0>><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Futurebar.png"></div></center> "One Earther, please. The whole bottle," you say the moment you get in front of the desk.<<else>>"One Earther, please. The whole bottle," you say the moment you get in front of the desk. It is your favorite liquor, and also one of the strongest.<</if>> You pay with the few telers you have. Then you decide to drink. <<linkappend "And drink.">> <<linkappend "And drink.">> Until the whole night blurs together. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="The next day Nel II alt">1. The next day</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <<set $nelWentPub += 1>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<<set $energy to 2>><<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/cabin.png"></div></center> You decide to get some good night's sleep. On which of the two Earths might it hurt to get a healthy amount of the stuff? The next morning you wake up full of energy. You slip into your clothes, gather your gear, and you decide to head out again. Who knows? Perhaps this time you get to meet your counterpart. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go back to the wreckage II alt">1. You go back to the wreckage</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<<set $energy to 1>><<set $outfit to "ballgag, black ruanite straitjacket">><<set $weapon to "none">><<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelStraitjacketalt.png"></div></center> When you wake up you find yourself next to the same bed, with a ballgag in your mouth, your arms locked into a straitjacket. "You definitely had more fun than the last time," you hear a man say. And you shudder <<if $nelWentPub > 1>>again as<<else>>as<</if>> you realize <<linkappend "it is Fiz.">> "Let me out of here," you say once he unstraps the gag from your mouth. "Alright, alright," he says, and he proceeds to let you out of the straitjacket. Although he slaps quite firmly on your ass once you finished dressing up. "Sure you don't want breakfast?" he frowns. "I need to hurry," you say again, then you storm out of the cheap room that he rented. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go back to the wreckage II alt">1. You go back to the wreckage</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><</linkappend>></div>

<<set $outfit to "black flightsuit">><<set $weapon to "good ol' pistol">><div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/crashedShip.png"></div></center> <<if $zenTookTerma > 1>>You go back to the wreckage the same way you did yesterday. Without you taking any nodes, it really seems like your competition didn't notice you. But as it turned out she //did//:<<elseif $zenTookTerma > 0>>You go back to the wreckage the same way you did yesterday. You expect the crate to have some parts in it. //And it has.// An elaborate means to lure you in a trap. For a moment you think that the other one might be an amateur. And as it turns out she //is//:<<else>>You go back to the wreckage the same way you did yesterday. You expect the crate to have some parts in it, as an elaborate means to lure you in a trap. But it is empty. For a moment you think that the other one might not be an amateur. But as it turns out she //is//:<</if>> as you can hear the crack of a joint as she takes position behind you. You spin around your heels immediately, weapon at the ready. And by that time she too <<linkappend "has her gun pointed at you.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/lauren.jpg"></div></center> "Alright: You drop the gun, I drop the gun. That way the both of us get to get out of here in one piece." "Fine. But you drop it first," you answer. "No, you drop it first," she answers. "No, you drop it first," you answer. "No, you drop it first," she answers. <<linkappend "...">> <<linkappend "...">> <<linkappend "...">> Eventually the both of you manage to drop you weapons. After that the show is on. <<linkappend "The winner to be determined through sheer force.">> <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><<if $energy < 2>><a id="1" data-passage="You lose Nel alt">1. You lose</a><<else>><a id="1" data-passage="You win Nel alt">1. You win</a><</if>></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/neldefeatedalt.png"></div></center> Thanks to the previous night spent with heavy drinking, you are in no shape to subdue a fellow fortune hunter. When you come to your senses, you are in the cargo hold, every inch of your body in pain from the punishment you suffered. //But hey!// At least you still have your life. Then in your mind another thing clicks: you just had sex with Fiz two times in a row. And none of the time you regretted it. Why not do it for the third time, then use the info plus the bond between you to lure him to a place where you could capture him? //Easy peasy,// you think to yourself, and you decide to drink some more. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="The next day Nel III alt">1. The next day</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/laurenfeated.png"></div></center> Due to the fact that you spent at least one night with proper sleep, you are able to beat the fortune hunter, left on the floor unconscious after you took the nodes she gathered. You hand the bag to Fiz with a wide smile on your face. And in your hands fall the rewards that are indeed substantial. "Care to go somewhere private?" you ask. And knowing what you know, it takes only a minute to make him rendezvous with you at a place of your choosing. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="Onward! Zen 2 alt">1. Onward!</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<div id="keypress"><<if $zenTookTerma == 2>><<set $status to "FREE">>The meeting takes place on a remote area, far away from any of the nearby settlements. First, it is your ship that lands on the barren ground. Then it is Fiz's. After that comes the real surprise however: as the pirates put their vessel on the ground next to yours. You strengthen your grip on the detonator in your hand. The terma charges on your ship on standby. Originally, you meant this as a precaution in case Fiz's men join the party. But meat is meat, whatever its characteristics might be. "Change of plans, sweethearts," you hear the captain say as he walks down the docking ramp, half a dozen of his men behind him. "Duck!" you tell Fiz. He does as ordered, his upper body slammed to the ground just a second after yours. Then the awaited moment arrives, and you push the button. Your ship explodes into a fireball behind you. Thanks to your superior position the flames are unable to harm you. In front of you the pirates are caught off guard by the shockwave, their bodies torn to pieces by the shrapnel. The tracker inside you is still active. Sure. But there is nobody left to monitor you. Then your glance falls on Fiz, him being the furthest one away from the blast zone. And indeed: he survived the damned thing without a scratch. "You okay?" you ask Fiz. As he nods, you smile vividly. Then you proceed to cuff his wrists behind him. "What are you doing?" Fiz asks. "I'm in charge now!" you say triumphant. For some time, you believe you have to take the long route, and you have to whore out Fiz until you get enough cash for a new vessel. But as it turns out Fiz's ship is just buzzing with top of the line corporate stuff, and all systems are still functional. And after a couple days of rigorous torture, you are sure as hell that Fiz gave you the correct passcodes. "Next adventure awaits!" you say in the cockpit, Fiz's head between your legs as he is working on your next orgasm. With a click, you activate the FTL drive, and you are away, ready for your next adventure. ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== Success!">> GOOD END: TAKING POSSESSION OF THINGS<<elseif $zenTookTerma == 1>><<set $status to "SLAVE">><<set $outfit to "ballgag, pink ruanite straitjacket">><<set $weapon to "none">>The meeting takes place on a remote area, far away from any of the nearby settlements. First, it is your ship that lands on the barren ground. Then it is Fiz's. After that comes the real surprise however: as the pirates put their vessel on the ground next to yours. You strengthen your grip on the detonator in your hand. The terma charges on your ship on standby. Originally, you meant this as a precaution in case Fiz's men join the party. But meat is meat, whatever its characteristics might be. "Change of plans, sweethearts," you hear the captain say as he walks down the docking ramp, half a dozen of his men behind him. "Duck!" you tell Fiz. He does as ordered, his upper body slammed to the ground just a second after yours. Then the awaited moment arrives, and you push the button. You expect your ship to explode into a fireball behind you. Instead, it //merely// cracks into two, without any damage done to anyone whatsoever. "Nice try, darling!" the captain says, he and his men pointing their guns at you. You can see a few plasma guns among their weapons, and that convinces you to put your gun on the ground next to you, and put your hands at the back of your neck. Fiz is dressed naked and handcuffed. Then it is your turn. Your clothes are cut off from your body with a knife, then you receive a ballgag and your arms are locked <<linkappend "into a straitjacket.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelcaptivepinkalt.png"></div></center> "MHMMM!!!" you scream into your gag, your muscles tensing both against your bonds and the strength of your captors in front of the mag door that leads to their vessel. But with a swift tug you are yanked inside the ship, and you officially become the pirate's possession. ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== No dice!">> BAD END: PIRATE MEAT<</linkappend>><<else>><<set $status to "SLAVE">><<set $outfit to "ballgag, pink ruanite straitjacket">><<set $weapon to "none">>The meeting takes place on a remote area, far away from any nearby settlements. First, it is your ship that lands on the barren ground. Then it is Fiz's. After that comes the real surprise however: as the pirates put their vessel on the ground next to yours. "Change of plans, sweethearts," you hear the captain say as he walks down the docking ramp with his men. The entire gang pointing their guns at you. You can see a few plasma guns among their weapons, and that convinces you to put your gun on the ground, and kneel down with your hands at the back of your neck. //I hope they spare me,// you think to yourself. But you know for a fact that it's not gonna happen. Fiz is dressed naked and handcuffed. Then it is your turn. Your clothes are cut off from your body with a knife, then you receive a ballgag and your arms are locked <<linkappend "into a straitjacket.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelcaptivepinkalt.png"></div></center> "MHMMM!!!" you scream into your gag, your muscles tensing both against your bonds and the strength of your captors in front of the mag door that leads to their vessel. But with a swift tug you are yanked inside the ship, and you officially become the pirate's possession. ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== No dice!">> BAD END: PIRATE MEAT<</linkappend>> <</if>></div>

<<set $outfit to "ballgag, black ruanite hood, black ruanite straitjacket">><<set $weapon to "none">><<set $energy to 1>><<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelHoodalt.png"></div></center> When you wake up you find yourself next to the same bed, with a ballgag in your mouth, your arms locked into a straitjacket. But this time there is a hood on your head also, and that makes you completely at the mercy of your captor. "How did you sleep, sweetie?" you can hear Fiz's voice. "Mhm!" you grunt playfully. "Well, I guess this something you will have to get used to in your new life, isn't it?" he asks. <<linkappend "And you shudder.">><<set $status to "SLAVE">> "Yes, I decided to take you as my slave," the man says like it is nothing. You on the other hand have your heart skip a beat from the shock. "What? You really thought that we would let someone loose with all that info?" he asks, his tone still casual. "If the other corporation finds out what really happened, that's the start of a full blown war." "Mhm!!!" you grunt, and you start to struggle in the straitjacket. But this thing is inescapable. No matter how much force you put into <<linkappend "your efforts.">> "Now your counterpart proved to be //a lot more// resourceful than we thought, and she was able to get away from us. But you are still a loose end. And you are right here." "Mhm!!!" you grunt, and you continue to struggle in the straitjacket. But it is useless. "Now since you are a pretty one, we decided that you will be one of our internal slaves that we pass along between our members. Your first owner will be me, and therefore it will be my fortunate task to break you in and train you up as a proper toy. After that you will be passed along the others, each of them having jurisdiction over you for a few years. Of course, the option to get out will be never granted to you. And the rest of your life will be spent in slavery." "Mhm!!!" you grunt again. But finally you give up, and you resort to stay idle. You also realize that you still have a card to play: you still have the tracker in your intestines. If Fiz decides to take you with him, you can be sure as hell the pirates would follow. Of course, they not gonna let you go. And you will still spend the rest of your life as //their// slave. But at least this way you could take revenge. But do you really want to take revenge? Or would you rather embrace the slave life in his care, knowing that you very much enjoyed the nights you spent together? Or will you still play your card just to get some pirate meat? Now these are the real questions! <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="Tell Fiz about the tracker alt">1. Tell Fiz about the tracker</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="Let Fiz (and consequently you) get captured by the pirates alt">2. Let Fiz (and consequently you) get captured by the pirates</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelHoodalt.png"></div></center> "Mhmmmm!!!!" you yell into your gag as loud as your superior lungs let you. "Slaves don't behave like that," Fiz says and he slaps you. "Mhmmmm!!!!" you keep yelling into your gag. Only to get slapped again. <<linkappend "And again.">> <<linkappend "And again.">> Right until Fiz finally sighs, removes the hood, and unlocks your ballgag. "What is it, slave?" he frowns. "There is a tracker in my bowels. A group of pirates put it inside me to get to you," you say. "That means..." he says, his face growing pale. "Why are you telling me this?" "I'd rather be your slave than theirs," you answer. "Now that's some good thinking, my pet," he answers, his mood clearly changed for the better. Then he proceeds to smack the hell out of you for your insolence. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="Nel end 1 alt">1. Some time later</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<<set $outfit to "ballgag, black ruanite straitjacket">><<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress">You decide not to tell anything about your true objective. Your fate entirely at the pirate's hands. Fiz chooses not to loot your vessel. Anyone with the right mind knows that it could be full of traps. Instead, you are escorted to his vessel on a leash, your steps faltering, as you are wearing high stilettos and there is a vibrator between your legs on maximum setting. The road only takes a few hours. Your body at the limits even then. Out of the ship, you are escorted to a villa, located at a far away place <<linkappend "on the hills.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/fizVilla.png"></div></center> From the outside, it seems like a completely normal place. Well... Except for the pirates that just happen to land next to your vessel. "Change of plans, sweethearts," you hear the captain say as he walks down the docking ramp with his men. The entire gang pointing their guns at you. Fiz is stripped naked and handcuffed. You on the other hand are already dressed <<linkappend "for the occasion.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelcaptiveblackalt.png"></div></center> "MHMMM!!!" you scream into your gag, your muscles tensing against the arms of the straitjacket and the strength of your captors in front of the mag door that leads to their vessel. But with a swift tug you are yanked inside the ship, and you officially become the pirate's possession. ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== No dice!">> BAD END: PIRATE MEAT <</linkappend>><</linkappend>></div>

<<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress">A quick trip to the Slave Registry, and the tracker gets fried once and for all. Fiz chooses not to loot your vessel. Anyone with the right mind knows that it could be full of traps. Instead, you are escorted to his vessel on a leash, your steps faltering, as you are wearing high stilettos and there is a vibrator between your legs on maximum setting. The road only takes a few hours. Your body at the limits even then. Out of the ship, you are escorted to a villa, located at a far away place <<linkappend "on the hills.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/fizVilla.png"></div></center> From the outside, it seems like a completely normal place. Inside however, you can see all sorts of bondage devices Fiz gathered over the years. All waiting for someone to be subjugated by them. <<linkappend '"Ready for your first training day?"'>> Fiz asks. <<set $outfit to "ballgag, ruanite hood, black ruanite straitjacket">> You nod. Your mind filled to the brim with wicked ideas. <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/fizbadendalt.png"></div></center> ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== Well... You found a way!">> BAD END: THE NEW TOY <</linkappend>><</linkappend>></div>

<<set $days to "???">><<set $outfit to "pony hood, bitegag, slave harness, armbinder, ruanite pony boots">><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelponyalt.png"></div></center> After six months of arduous training the Registry decides that you should become a pony slave. Thanks to your trainer's efforts, you win one race after the other with ease, making a lot of money to your owner. The only regret of you in this life is the orgasms. //Oh, how magnificent those are!// As your owner forbids you from them as a form of further motivation. You are always promised one after each victory. Only for the reward to be taken away once you crossed the finish line. Deep down you see through the trick. Yet somehow he always gets you. And you keep winning for him. Only to be tricked again as you get more and more entangled in this vicious cycle. ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== Well... You found a way!">> BAD END: PONY SLAVE

<<set $days to "???">><<set $outfit to "ruanite cat outfit, built-in vibrators">><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelcat1alt.png"></div></center> After six months of arduous training the Registry decides that you should become a cat. And no surprise, you are immediately bought by a wealthy business woman from Helcion IV. You spend the nights locked in a cage. In the daytime you prowl around the room that is specifically furnished for the occasion. Your only form of entertainment are the orgasms that you are seldom receiving. Right after you learned how to lick your owner to orgasm in the exact way and manner she wishes. Perhaps you are bestowed to live the rest of your life this way? All alone and locked into one place? You do not know. Yet each passing day it feels like you succumb to this life even more. ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== Well... You found a way!">> BAD END: HOUSE CAT

<<set $days to "???">><<set $outfit to "ballgag, extra tight corset, bondage mittens, slave ballet boots">><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelcncubinealt.png"></div></center> After six months of arduous training the Registry decides that you should become a concubine. As it turns out you are to remain in the same town. As you are purchased by the owner of the local bar so you could entertain the guests. Your hands locked into mittens and a huge ballgag in your mouth that is only to be unlocked when there is business, you do not forget your place for a single moment. And all of the guests who come to you receive exactly what they want. As time passes by you become more and more popular among the guests. The little bar's profit going through the roof thanks to your efforts. Who knows, perhaps sooner or later a larger establishment might buy you? Or could it be that one of the zetan corporate sharks choose to have you in their harem? Either way, the future is bright. Time to return to the guests! ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== Well... You found a way!">> BAD END: CONCUBINE

Choose a starting scenario: <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><div class="smallImage"><img src="./Images/nelvanillastart.png"></div></td> <td><div class="smallImage"><img src="./Images/nelalternatestart.png"></div></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="Nel's Misfortune">1. Embrace the green!</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="Nel's Misfortune alt">2. Start the game as a puny human</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>>

<<set $outfit to "red flightsuit">><<set $mission1 to "Get away!">><div id="keypress">//I need to get away,// you think to yourself as you are running through the busy streets of <<linkappend "the station.">><<set $nelWentPub to 0>><<set $zenTookTerma to 0>> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/jafarstation.png"></div></center> The place is called Jafar. It is one of the scattered outlaw dwellings in the Zeta Sector, where folks from the underworld exchange slaves, play casino, look for jobs, or just drink until they drop. In your case, you came here for the third option. Maybe the forth o one once you get your assignment. But as it turns out, going here was a bad idea. The moment you started lurking around, you came across a pirate gang that you pissed off during your ventures. What's worse, you didn't even //know// that you pissed them off until one of them punched you in the jaw (through hearsay, you identify him as the captain), and you were forced to flee the area before they would try their luck with putting a hole in your bulletproof skin. And yes, you are <<linkappend "an adenian.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Nel.png"></div></center> Nel A'enTva. Twenty-two years old. One of the few genetically altered humans to still roam around the stars. With green skin, designed to shrug of bullets like nothing. Stronger muscles, bones, joints and tendons. And of course: an enhanced cognitive output so you could easily outsmart your foes. But in this case, being on the streets that are entirely populated by the unmodded, your green skin is enough to negate all your advantages. What's worse, the locals hate your kind, and every time you pass a group of people, they point a finger where you are headed. And that makes this escape <<linkappend "one hell of a challenge.">> A quick turn, a set of zigzagging steps among the crowd, then from the corner of your eyes, you can see one of the crew with a teaser heading towards you. You take another turn, and you run like hell, however two darts from the teaser collide into your leg, penetrating <<linkappend "the flight suit's material.">> //This is bad!// you think to yourself. Then the darts give out an electroshock, and you collapse on the floor unconscious. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You wake up Nel">1. You wake up</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

''Mission log updated!'' <<set $energy to 1>><<set $mission1 to "==Get away!== Oops!">><<set $status to "FREE(?)">><<set $outfit to "ballgag">><<set $weapon to "none">><div id="keypress">You wake up for the feeling of an enormous ballgag <<linkappend "in your mouth.">> You want to reach it with your hands, however your wrists are cuffed to the arms of some sort of strange furniture. You try to move your legs, but you realize that your ankles have cuffs on them, your backside too locked in place by straps. Your eyes uncovered, you look over yourself, and you realize that you are strapped chest down to a bondage bench, located in what looks like the cargo hold of a spacecraft. <<linkappend '//Stars dammit!//'>> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelcaptured.png"></div></center> "Mhm!" Desperate, you try to slip your hands and ankles out of their bindings. However the cuffs are locked at the thinnest part of your bone structure. And anatomy is unbeatable. You think of an alternate way of getting out of here. But then the door opens, and you can see the captain walk <<linkappend "inside the compartment.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/jafarCaptain.png"></div></center> "Wondering why you haven't been fucked yet?" he asks. "Mhmmm!" you grunt as an answer. "That's because we are all reasonable folks here, dammit," he answers, and he lands a huge slap on your ass. "We bide our time for women who want it, and if they don't, we use the damn serum." You follow him with your eyes as he takes a syringe in his hand. //The nanites!// Then, as you would expect the needle to slide into your skin, the syringe is placed at the center of your naked back, the tip of <<linkappend "the needle touching your skin.">> "That's what you want, huh? Live the rest of your life reduced to a toy?" he asks. You shake your head. You //might// have something similar to this on your mind. But //that// would certainly not entail lifelong slavery. Perhaps a dom sub relationship at one point. Let it be twenty four seven or partial. "Well, in that case you might just be in a bit of luck," he says, his large palm pressed on your back. "As fate gives it, you are not the only one who crossed us. There is a certain other figure we are after. One of these agents from this corporation, Boundless Stars, or something. He owes us a shitload of money, but since he knows us, we can't exactly get to him. Bastard always has an exit strategy. And this is where you enter the picture. You gonna hunt him down and deliver him to us. Once you do it, you are free to go. <<linkappend "You can have my word to this as a captain.">> For a moment, your tension lightens. Would it be so simple? But you are smarter than that. No. There is no way they would let you off the hook. Even if you do the mission. "While you were out, we injected a tracker inside your intestines. This one comes with a shocker so we could knock you out if needed." To demonstrate, he gets a remote in his hand, and he pushes a button. <<linkappend '//ZAP!//'>> "Mhm!" You bite on the gag as your entire body shudders. "Since the bugger is good at hopping off when needed, the last time we learned where he set up shop, we decided not to follow. We will get you the coordinates and the name of the settlement. You can do the rest yourself," he continues. "Whaddya say, sunshine?" <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You accept Nel">1. You accept</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/jafarCaptain.png"></div></center> You nod, signaling that you accept. "Good call," the man says, then he slaps you on the butt again. One by one the cuffs are released from your wrists and ankles, and the ballgag is removed from your mouth. You are escorted out of the ship naked, then with a loud thud, a bag containing your gear lands on the docking bay's floor next to you. Then with another thud, a data disk is flung beside it. You take both of them in your hands, and start walking back to your ship, like nothing ever happened. "You have one week. After that we will be right on top of you," the captain says. <<linkappend "You nod.">> And you continue to walk.<<set $outfit to "red flightsuit">><<set $weapon to "good ol' pistol">> ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Galilei.png"></div></center> Once you are back to the //Galilei//, you get dressed, and for a moment, it truly feels like nothing ever happened. Except that you can feel the tracker in your intestines. A crucial change that is to define every waking moment. You go to the cockpit, and you input the coordinates to Lonar V, the planet the data disk points you to. After that, the auto pilot takes your vessel out of the dock, and with a screeching sound, your ship enters FTL. //Six hours.// You read the data from the console. You think about sleeping until then. But why? You are an adenian. You can handle long stretches of being awake. Instead, you go back to your cabin, and you start to masturbate, imagining the members of the pirate gang as they take turns on you. Is it wicked? Yes. But that's what makes your mind tick. And that's all there is to it. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You start the job">1. You start the job</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress">After the six hours passes, you arrive <<linkappend "on the planet.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/lonarV.png"></div></center> Lonar V is not one of the well known places. Even by the zetans. It is a barren world, covered with hills and rock formations, with just a couple small settlements here and there inhibited by a few hundred people. In fact, the settlement you were given, //Tarsun//, barely holds a hundred souls. <<linkappend "Which makes your job even easier.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Foresttown.png"></div></center> You land the ship on a flat area nearby, and you walk inside the town. The first thing you see is a Slave Registry. A large building made of metal located in the middle of the town. If anyone thinks fondly about being a slave, they can volunteer at the reception, and their life of pain and pleasure will begin. At first, you think this is a cheap trick that almost never works. But you have to admit: even now, you are tempted. On the other side your gaze falls on a pub. In a small town like this these places can be perfect to get some information. Plus, the guy you are looking for is a corporate agent. And you wouldn't be surprised if he would be inside the building, looking for volunteers for some shady corporate job as you are standing here. So why not make a visit? <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="Go to the pub">1. Go to the pub</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="Go to the slave registry">2. Go to the slave registry</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><</linkappend>><</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress">Listening to the voice in your head calling out for this life, you walk up to the slave registry, and you enter the building. As you step through the door, the receptionist looks at you puzzled: looks like she didn't expect <<linkappend "an adenian to stumble here!">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/receptionist.png"></div></center> "What can I do for you, miss?" she asks, returning to her kind demeanor. "I want to volunteer for slavery," you say, your green face blushing from a sudden rush of excitement. "I also have a tracker in my intestines. I don't know if you guys can do something about it." "Oh, we certainly can," the receptionist nods, still smiling. "Wait here until the personnel arrives for processing." <<linkappend '"Thank you,"'>> you nod, still unsure if this was a good idea.<<set $status to "SLAVE">><<set $outfit to "ballgag, black ruanite straitjacket, slave ballet boots">><<set $weapon to "none">> You stand idle for a couple minutes, then a tall man arrives accompanied by two security guards. They take you to one of the dressing rooms. Once there, you are to strip naked, and you are equipped with a ruanite straitjacket, a pair of slave ballet boots and a fist sized ballgag. <<linkappend '"Mhmm!"'>> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelstraitjacket2.png"></div></center> One of the men yanks your leash, and you grit your teeth against the gag. They start to escort you through the corridors. First, you enter a room full of electronics, where they push a button, and they tell you that the tracker is now harmless. After that, you are escorted about a hundred meters, leading to a corridor filled with cells made of glass, barely large enough to accomodate a person. You are stepped inside one of the cells. You are knelt down, as expected, then the door is locked shut in front of you. "Seeing you soon, darling," you can hear the guard say, and he walks away in the direction you came from. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You start to struggle Nel">1. You start to struggle</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelstraitjacket1.png"></div></center> You start to wiggle your arms in the straitjacket. But you are unable to get out. As time passes by, reality also starts to sink in. You truly arrived here as the newest slave. And you are truly going to be trained and auctioned off to whoever happens to pay the highest price. Escape as an option will be never granted to you, and you will live the rest of your life as a slave, your mind shattered and put back together multiple times as you are exchanged between different owners. Is this truly what you wanted? //Does it even matter?// As you kneel there, someone steps in front of the cell, and you can hear the door opened. And your journey of pain and pleasure <<linkappend "begins.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelbootlicking.png"></div></center> Over the course of the next few months your body is continuously violated. Each part of you utilized so you could become the perfect instrument to your new owner. Each of the training sessions echoing through your mind as they were a nation on their own, calling out to you to choose them. //Which one do you listen?// <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="Pain">1. Pain</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="Servitude">2. Servitude</a></td> <td><a id="3" data-passage="Pleasure">3. Pleasure</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><</linkappend>></div>

<<set $days to "???">><<set $outfit to "pony hood, bitegag, slave harness, armbinder, ruanite pony boots">><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelpony.png"></div></center> After six months of arduous training the Registry decides that you should become a pony slave. Due to your superior physiology, you can immediately attend the races, one of them won after the other with no difficulty to you whatsoever. Eventually they decide to ban you from the races. But your owner still finds a secret race for you here and there to keep you busy. The only regret of you in this life is the orgasms. //Oh, how magnificent those are!// As your owner forbids you from them as a form of further motivation. You are always promised one after each victory. Only for the reward to be taken away once you crossed the finish line. Deep down you see through the trick. Yet somehow he always gets you. And you keep winning for him. Only to be tricked again as you get more and more entangled in this vicious cycle. ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== Well... You found a way!">> BAD END: PONY SLAVE

<<set $days to "???">><<set $outfit to "ruanite cat outfit, built-in vibrators">><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelcat1.png"></div></center> After six months of arduous training the Registry decides that you should become a cat. And no surprise, you are immediately bought by a wealthy business woman from Helcion IV. You spend the nights locked in a cage. In the daytime you prowl around the room that is specifically furnished for the occasion. Your only form of entertainment are the orgasms that you are seldom receiving. Right after you learned how to lick your owner to orgasm in the exact way and manner she wishes. Perhaps you are bestowed to live the rest of your life this way? All alone and locked into one place? You do not know. Yet each passing day it feels like you succumb to this life even more. ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== Well... You found a way!">> BAD END: HOUSE CAT

<<set $days to "???">><<set $outfit to "ballgag, extra tight corset, bondage mittens, slave ballet boots">><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelcncubine.png"></div></center> After six months of arduous training the Registry decides that you should become a concubine. As it turns out you are to remain in the same town. As you are purchased by the owner of the local bar so you could entertain the guests. Your hands locked into mittens and a huge ballgag in your mouth that is only to be unlocked when there is business, you do not forget your place for a single moment. And all of the guests who come to you receive exactly what they want. As time passes by you become more and more popular among the guests. The little bar's profit going through the roof thanks to your efforts. Who knows, perhaps sooner or later a larger establishment might buy you? Or could it be that one of the zetan corporate sharks choose to have you in their harem? Either way, the future is bright. Time to return to the guests! ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== Well... You found a way!">> BAD END: CONCUBINE

<div id="keypress">You sigh. Saying no to your inner demon. And you decide to go to the pub <<linkappend "as your next destination.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Futurebar.png"></div></center> As you enter the building you can see various sorts of folks. Some of them are just there for the alcohol. Others are having a good time, cheering with their friends. There are also a couple people who arrived with their slaves, forcing them to dance naked, suck their cocks or have sex with strangers. You can feel your stomach turn from the sight of such things. But the <<linkappend "zetans have their ways.">> Your eyes suddenly jump, as your superior brain locates the target. What you see is a tall man, bald, with a tattoo on the top of his head. He is not an //exact// match to the picture you were provided with. But it's obvious that one might change up his looks every now and then if followed. You think that you should grab him, and drag him onboard the //Galilei//. But if he was able to evade the pirates this far, there has to be sufficient security personnel on the lookout. On the other hand, you can see that the man is here for business. Now that might just give you an excellent opportunity to get close to him. And who knows? Perhaps the job would make for an interesting one. <<linkappend '"Nel A\'enTva,"'>> you extend a hand to the man as you sit down in front of him. <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Fiz.png"></div></center> "You can call me Fiz, my lady," he answers. "What may I thank for your presence?" "You seem like someone who knows what's going on about here. As a passer by who just landed, I might benefit from knowing a thing or two." "Ah, the adenians. You think you can outcompete everyone, don't you?" Fiz asks. "Might have happened on a few occasions," you shrug. "Very well. Why not?" the man nods. "There is a merchant ship that crashed a couple miles from here. The wreck is located on the top of a hill, and for this reason, it is difficult to reach it. But that shouldn't be a problem for your kind. Once onboard, you can find a set of experimental sensor nodes that the crew stole from a corporate outpost. I need to get my hands on them. As many as possible. Do this and you will receive a substantial reward. A very substantial one." <<linkappend '"What about my competition?"'>> you frown. Even if the ship is on the top of a hill, some folks might still feel like the job is worth the effort. "I have to admit, there is already someone after the nodes. But this doesn't have to end in a folly. If you can agree to split the parts between yourselves, the both of you can walk out of here with your financials all but solved for the time being. If you want, I can even get you a frequency so you could start your cooperation right away." "That won't be necessary," you answer. //Bah! Cooperate.// The moment the two of you cross paths there can be only one of you who leaves with the prize. Any other possibility is an utter and complete delusion. <<linkappend '"Good luck, Nel,"'>> the man nods. "Thank you," you also nod, and you proceed to leave the pub. Once outside, you already start to think about the possibilities. On one hand, you could merely //pretend// that you take this quest seriously. But the fact to the matter is that those sensor nodes could be one hell of a bargaining chip. If you can get all of them (including the ones your competition has), Fiz will have no other choice but to meet you in a secluded location, where you could capture him, and take him back to the pirates. You could also look around on the ship, see if you could find something Fiz might be worried about. That way you could still get to him, even if it turns out your competition is //more resourceful// than expected. Now this still leaves the issue of the tracker. But at least you can solve one of your problems. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go to the wreckage">1. You go to the wreckage</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress">You decide to go to the vessel, and after a couple of hours you arrive to the place <<linkappend "Fiz mentioned.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/crashedShip.png"></div></center> At first glance, it looks like the ship could fall down at any moment. But your adenian brain is smart enough to know that it is stable enough for you to enter. //Here we go!// you think to yourself, and you start to climb up the mountain, adamant to enter the wreckage from <<linkappend "one of the gaping holes on its hull.">> Once onboard, you start to go through the corridors. But even at first glance, you could tell that this is not a pirate ship. The hull is clean. There are no slave cages. There are portable barricades scattered around the place, ready to be used in case of an emergency. Then there are the signs on the walls "ARMORY" "CREW A1" "CREW A2" "MEDBAY" "CREW A3". This is a military vessel. There is no denying of the fact. The bodies that you find, all distorted due to the impact, seem to confirm the same thing. All of them wear military clothes. Many with plasma weapons still etched between their fingers. Your first thought is that they might have gotten ambushed by a resourceful pirate gang. But those guys wouldn't leave the weapons. Let alone the sensor nodes. The only thing you can think of is another zetan corporation that wants to get their hands on the prototypes. Technically, they could still land next to the hill, and loot the wreckage. But it would take only one picture and the entire sector would know that it was them. On the other hand... If one of their agents walks into a pub and hires you to get these nodes... Well... Looks like you have your bargaining chip! You go ahead for a couple corridors. <<linkappend "Then you can finally find the cargo hold.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Cargohold.png"></div></center> You start to look for the parts instantenously, and after a minute you can indeed find a container that has them. But you also find that half of them were already collected by your competition. And that is just a sad fact. You also find some terma charges. //Now these could pack one hell of a punch!// In fact, you find several crates filled with them. You suspect that their purpose might be to destroy the entire vessel. Reactors these days have too many safeties to do the job quickly enough. Now that you have your bargaining chip, you have the idea to leave the sensor nodes to the other party, and take the terma charges instead. This way, even if you can't get rid of the tracker, you could have a fighting chance against the pirates once you captured Fiz. On the other hand... To leave behind all that money? And also... To let your competition win? Is this truly somehing an adenian could live with? <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You take the nodes">1. You take the nodes</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="You take the terma charges">2. You take the terma charges</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Cargohold.png"></div></center> You decide to take the terma charges, your bag filled with them entirely. <<set $zenTookTerma to $zenTookTerma + 1>> By night, you are back in town. Part of you feels sorry for not taking the nodes. But you remind yourself that the pirates said one week, and there are plenty of things left for both you and your competition. As for the night: You could choose to have a round of drinks, just to see where the night takes you. Or you could get some sleep as an alternative. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go to the pub">1. You go to the pub</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="You get some sleep instead">2. You get some sleep instead</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Futurebar.png"></div></center> "One Earther, please. The whole bottle," you say the moment you get in front of the desk. It is your favorite liquor, and also one of the strongest. You pay with the few telers you have. Then you decide to drink. <<linkappend "And drink.">> <<linkappend "And drink.">> Until the whole night blurs together. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="The next day Nel I">1. The next day</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <<set $nelWentPub += 1>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Cargohold.png"></div></center> You decide to take the nodes, your bag filled with them entirely. By night, you are back in town. Part of you feels sorry for not taking the charges. But you remind yourself that the pirates said one week, and there are plenty of things left for both you and your competition. As for the night: You could choose to have a round of drinks, just to see where the night takes you. Or you could get some sleep as an alternative. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go to the pub">1. You go to the pub</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="You get some sleep instead">2. You get some sleep instead</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<<set $energy to 2>><<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/cabin.png"></div></center>You decide to get some good night's sleep. Sure, your body might not require it too often. But on which of the two Terras might it hurt to get a healthy amount of the stuff? The next morning you wake up full of energy. You slip into your clothes, gather your gear, and you decide to head out again. Who knows? Perhaps this time you get to meet your counterpart. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go back to the wreckage">1. You go back to the wreckage</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<<set $energy to 1>><<set $outfit to "ballgag, armbinder">><<set $weapon to "none">><<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelArmbinder.png"></div></center> When you wake up you find yourself next to a bed with a ballgag in your mouth, your arms forced behind you in an armbinder. And from the marks on your skin and your soreness, you can already tell it was one heck of a night that produced this outcome. "Had fun, sweetie?" a man asks as he comes out of the bathroom, his hip covered with a white towel. You shudder as you realize <<linkappend "it is Fiz.">> "Mhmmm!!" You tense in your bondage. However the man just laughs, and he starts to unlock you. "What? You seemed to just love it a few hours ago," he says. "Umm... Nevermind," you say, slipping into your clothes as quickly as possible. "Wanna stay for breakfast at least?" he frowns. "Need to hurry," you say, then you storm out of the cheap room that he rented. //One of these nights is going to be the end of me!// <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go back to the wreckage">1. You go back to the wreckage</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Cargohold.png"></div></center> You decide to take the terma charges, your bag filled with them entirely. By night, you are back in town. You could choose to have a round of drinks, just to see where the night takes you. Or you could get some sleep as an alternative. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go to the pub Nel II">1. You go to the pub</a> </td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="You get some sleep instead Zen II">2. You get some sleep instead</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><<set $zenTookTerma to $zenTookTerma + 1>></div>

<div id="keypress"><<if $nelWentPub > 0>><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Futurebar.png"></div></center> "One Earther, please. The whole bottle," you say the moment you get in front of the desk.<<else>>"One Earther, please. The whole bottle," you say the moment you get in front of the desk. It is your favorite liquor, and also one of the strongest.<</if>> You pay with the few telers you have. Then you decide to drink. <<linkappend "And drink.">> <<linkappend "And drink.">> Until the whole night blurs together. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="The next day Nel II">1. The next day</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <<set $nelWentPub += 1>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Cargohold.png"></div></center> You decide to take the nodes, your bag filled with them entirely. By night, you are back in town. You could choose to have a round of drinks, just to see where the night takes you. Or you could get some sleep as an alternative. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go to the pub Nel II">1. You go to the pub</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="You get some sleep instead Zen II">2. You get some sleep instead</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<<set $energy to 2>><<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/cabin.png"></div></center> You decide to get some good night's sleep. Sure, your body might not require it too often. But on which of the two Terras might it hurt to get a healthy amount of the stuff? The next morning you wake up full of energy. You slip into your clothes, gather your gear, and you decide to head out again. Who knows? Perhaps this time you get to meet your counterpart. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go back to the wreckage II">1. You go back to the wreckage</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<<set $energy to 1>><<set $outfit to "ballgag, yellow ruanite straitjacket">><<set $weapon to "none">><<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelStraitjacket.png"></div></center> When you wake up you find yourself next to the same bed, with a ballgag in your mouth, your arms locked into a straitjacket. "You definitely had more fun than the last time," you hear a man say. And you shudder <<if $nelWentPub > 1>>again as<<else>>as<</if>> you realize <<linkappend "it is Fiz.">> "Let me out of here," you say once he unstraps the gag from your mouth. "Alright, alright," he says, and he proceeds to let you out of the straitjacket. Although he slaps quite firmly on your ass once you finished dressing up. "Sure you don't want breakfast?" he frowns. "I need to hurry," you say again, then you storm out of the cheap room that he rented. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="You go back to the wreckage II">1. You go back to the wreckage</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>><</linkappend>></div>

<<set $outfit to "red flightsuit">><<set $weapon to "good ol' pistol">><div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/crashedShip.png"></div></center> <<if $zenTookTerma > 1>>You go back to the wreckage the same way you did yesterday. Without you taking any nodes, it really seems like your competition didn't notice you. But as it turned out she //did//:<<elseif $zenTookTerma > 0>>You go back to the wreckage the same way you did yesterday. You expect the crate to have some parts in it. //And it has.// An elaborate means to lure you in a trap. For a moment you think that the other one might be an amateur. And as it turns out she //is//:<<else>>You go back to the wreckage the same way you did yesterday. You expect the crate to have some parts in it, as an elaborate means to lure you in a trap. But it is empty. For a moment you think that the other one might not be an amateur. But as it turns out she //is//:<</if>> as you can hear the crack of a joint as she takes position behind you. You spin around your heels immediately, weapon at the ready. And by that time she too <<linkappend "has her gun pointed at you.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/Aarla.png"></div></center> And yes. She is another adenian. Poised to get the nodes just like you are. "Weapons down, fists only," she says. And indeed, it is fair practice. Why use deadly means when there are so few of you out there? The both of you keeping their gaze on the other, you descend your weapons to the floor and toss them to the side of the cargo hold. You proceed to do the same with your spare guns, knives and harnesses. After that the show is on. <<linkappend "The winner to be determined through sheer force.">> <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><<if $energy < 2>><a id="1" data-passage="You lose Nel">1. You lose</a><<else>><a id="1" data-passage="You win Nel">1. You win</a><</if>></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/neldefeated.png"></div></center> Thanks to the two nights you spent with heavy drinking, you are in no shape to subdue a fellow adenian. When you come to your senses, you are in the cargo hold, every inch of your body in pain from the punishment you suffered. //But hey!// At least you still have your life. Then in your mind another thing clicks: you just had sex with Fiz two times in a row. And none of the time you regretted it. Why not do it for the third time, then use the info plus the bond between you to lure him to a place where you could capture him? //Easy peasy,// you think to yourself, and you decide to drink some more. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="The next day Nel III">1. The next day</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<<set $outfit to "ballgag, black ruanite hood, yellow ruanite straitjacket">><<set $weapon to "none">><<set $energy to 1>><<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelHood.png"></div></center> When you wake up you find yourself next to the same bed, with a ballgag in your mouth, your arms locked into a straitjacket. But this time there is a hood on your head also, and that makes you completely at the mercy of your captor. "How did you sleep, sweetie?" you can hear Fiz's voice. "Mhm!" you grunt playfully. "Well, I guess this something you will have to get used to in your new life, isn't it?" he asks. <<linkappend "And you shudder.">><<set $status to "SLAVE">> "Yes, I decided to take you as my slave," the man says like it is nothing. You on the other hand have your heart skip a beat from the shock. "What? You really thought that we would let someone loose with all that info?" he asks, his tone still casual. "If the other corporation finds out what really happened, that's the start of a full blown war." "Mhm!!!" you grunt, and you start to struggle in the straitjacket. But this thing is inescapable. Even for an adenian. And the hood on your head makes sure that you remain <<linkappend "completely helpless.">> "Now your counterpart proved to be //a lot more// resourceful than we thought, and she was able to get away from us. But you are still a loose end. And you are right here." "Mhm!!!" you grunt, and you continue to struggle in the straitjacket. But it is useless. "Now since you are an adenian, plus I have to admit, you are a pretty one, we decided that you will be one of our internal slaves that we pass along between our members. Your first owner will be me, and therefore it will be my fortunate task to break you in and train you up as a proper toy. After that you will be passed along the others, each of them having jurisdiction over you for a few years. Of course, the option to get out will be never granted to you. And the rest of your life will be spent in slavery." "Mhm!!!" you grunt again. But finally you give up, and you resort to stay idle. You also realize that you still have a card to play: you still have the tracker in your intestines. If Fiz decides to take you with him, you can be sure as hell the pirates would follow. Of course, they not gonna let you go. And you will still spend the rest of your life as //their// slave. But at least this way you could take revenge. But do you really want to take revenge? Or would you rather embrace the slave life in his care, knowing that you very much enjoyed the nights you spent together? Or will you still play your card just to get some pirate meat? Now these are the real questions! <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="Tell Fiz about the tracker">1. Tell Fiz about the tracker</a></td> <td><a id="2" data-passage="Let Fiz (and consequently you) get captured by the pirates">2. Let Fiz (and consequently you) get captured by the pirates</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/aarladefeated.png"></div></center> Due to the fact that you spent at least one night with proper sleep, you are able to beat the adenian, left on the floor unconscious after you took the nodes she gathered. You hand the bag to Fiz with a wide smile on your face. And in your hands fall the rewards that are indeed substantial. "Care to go somewhere private?" you ask. And knowing what you know, it takes only a minute to make him rendezvous with you at a place of your choosing. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="Onward! Zen 2">1. Onward!</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>></div>

<div id="keypress"><<if $zenTookTerma == 2>><<set $status to "FREE">>The meeting takes place on a remote area, far away from any of the nearby settlements. First, it is your ship that lands on the barren ground. Then it is Fiz's. After that comes the real surprise however: as the pirates put their vessel on the ground next to yours. You strengthen your grip on the detonator in your hand. The terma charges on your ship on standby. Originally, you meant this as a precaution in case Fiz's men join the party. But meat is meat, whatever its characteristics might be. "Change of plans, sweethearts," you hear the captain say as he walks down the docking ramp, half a dozen of his men behind him. "Duck!" you tell Fiz. He does as ordered, his upper body slammed to the ground just a second after yours. Then the awaited moment arrives, and you push the button. Your ship explodes into a fireball behind you. Thanks to your superior skin the flames are unable to harm you. In front of you the pirates are caught off guard by the shockwave, their bodies torn to pieces by the shrapnel. The tracker inside you is still active. Sure. But there is nobody left to monitor you. Then your glance falls on Fiz, him being the furthest one away from the blast zone. And indeed: he survived the damned thing without a scratch. "You okay?" you ask Fiz. As he nods, you smile vividly. Then you proceed to cuff his wrists behind him. "What are you doing?" Fiz asks. "I'm in charge now!" you say triumphant. For some time, you believe you have to take the long route, and you have to whore out Fiz until you get enough cash for a new vessel. But as it turns out Fiz's ship is just buzzing with top of the line corporate stuff, and all systems are still functional. And after a couple days of rigorous torture, you are sure as hell that Fiz gave you the correct passcodes. "Next adventure awaits!" you say in the cockpit, Fiz's head between your legs as he is working on your next orgasm. With a click, you activate the FTL drive, and you are away, ready for your next adventure. ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== Success!">> GOOD END: TAKING POSSESSION OF THINGS<<elseif $zenTookTerma == 1>><<set $status to "SLAVE">><<set $outfit to "ballgag, pink ruanite straitjacket">><<set $weapon to "none">>The meeting takes place on a remote area, far away from any of the nearby settlements. First, it is your ship that lands on the barren ground. Then it is Fiz's. After that comes the real surprise however: as the pirates put their vessel on the ground next to yours. You strengthen your grip on the detonator in your hand. The terma charges on your ship on standby. Originally, you meant this as a precaution in case Fiz's men join the party. But meat is meat, whatever its characteristics might be. "Change of plans, sweethearts," you hear the captain say as he walks down the docking ramp, half a dozen of his men behind him. "Duck!" you tell Fiz. He does as ordered, his upper body slammed to the ground just a second after yours. Then the awaited moment arrives, and you push the button. You expect your ship to explode into a fireball behind you. Instead, it //merely// cracks into two, without any damage done to anyone whatsoever. "Nice try, darling!" the captain says, he and his men pointing their guns at you. You can see a few plasma guns among their weapons, and that convinces you to put your gun on the ground next to you, and put your hands at the back of your neck. Fiz is dressed naked and handcuffed. Then it is your turn. Your clothes are cut off from your body with a knife, then you receive a ballgag and your arms are locked <<linkappend "into a straitjacket.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelcaptivepink.png"></div></center> "MHMMM!!!" you scream into your gag, your muscles tensing both against your bonds and the strength of your captors in front of the mag door that leads to their vessel. But with a swift tug you are yanked inside the ship, and you officially become the pirate's possession. ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== No dice!">> BAD END: PIRATE MEAT<</linkappend>><<else>><<set $status to "SLAVE">><<set $outfit to "ballgag, pink ruanite straitjacket">><<set $weapon to "none">>The meeting takes place on a remote area, far away from any nearby settlements. First, it is your ship that lands on the barren ground. Then it is Fiz's. After that comes the real surprise however: as the pirates put their vessel on the ground next to yours. "Change of plans, sweethearts," you hear the captain say as he walks down the docking ramp with his men. The entire gang pointing their guns at you. You can see a few plasma guns among their weapons, and that convinces you to put your gun on the ground, and kneel down with your hands at the back of your neck. //I hope they spare me,// you think to yourself. But you know for a fact that it's not gonna happen. Fiz is dressed naked and handcuffed. Then it is your turn. Your clothes are cut off from your body with a knife, then you receive a ballgag and your arms are locked <<linkappend "into a straitjacket.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelcaptivepink.png"></div></center> "MHMMM!!!" you scream into your gag, your muscles tensing both against your bonds and the strength of your captors in front of the mag door that leads to their vessel. But with a swift tug you are yanked inside the ship, and you officially become the pirate's possession. ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== No dice!">> BAD END: PIRATE MEAT<</linkappend>> <</if>></div>

<div id="keypress"><center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelHood.png"></div></center> "Mhmmmm!!!!" you yell into your gag as loud as your superior lungs let you. "Slaves don't behave like that," Fiz says and he slaps you. "Mhmmmm!!!!" you keep yelling into your gag. Only to get slapped again. <<linkappend "And again.">> <<linkappend "And again.">> Right until Fiz finally sighs, removes the hood, and unlocks your ballgag. "What is it, slave?" he frowns. "There is a tracker in my bowels. A group of pirates put it inside me to get to you," you say. "That means..." he says, his face growing pale. "Why are you telling me this?" "I'd rather be your slave than theirs," you answer. "Now that's some good thinking, my pet," he answers, his mood clearly changed for the better. Then he proceeds to smack the hell out of you for your insolence. <hr> <<nobr>> <table style="width:100%; text-align:center;border-spacing:1em;table-layout:fixed;"> <tr> <td><a id="1" data-passage="Nel end 1">1. Some time later</a></td> </tr> </table> <</nobr>> <</linkappend>> <</linkappend>></div>

<<set $outfit to "ballgag, yellow ruanite straitjacket">><<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress">You decide not to tell anything about your true objective. Your fate entirely at the pirate's hands. Fiz chooses not to loot your vessel. Anyone with the right mind knows that it could be full of traps. Instead, you are escorted to his vessel on a leash, your steps faltering, as you are wearing high stilettos and there is a vibrator between your legs on maximum setting. The road only takes a few hours. Your body at the limits even then. Out of the ship, you are escorted to a villa, located at a far away place <<linkappend "on the hills.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/fizVilla.png"></div></center> From the outside, it seems like a completely normal place. Well... Except for the pirates that just happen to land next to your vessel. "Change of plans, sweethearts," you hear the captain say as he walks down the docking ramp with his men. The entire gang pointing their guns at you. Fiz is dressed naked and handcuffed. You on the other hand are already dressed <<linkappend "for the occasion.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/nelcaptiveyellow.png"></div></center> "MHMMM!!!" you scream into your gag, your muscles tensing against the arms of the straitjacket and the strength of your captors in front of the mag door that leads to their vessel. But with a swift tug you are yanked inside the ship, and you officially become the pirate's possession. ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== No dice!">> BAD END: PIRATE MEAT <</linkappend>><</linkappend>></div>

<<set $days to $days + 1>><div id="keypress">A quick trip to the Slave Registry, and the tracker gets fried once and for all. Fiz chooses not to loot your vessel. Anyone with the right mind knows that it could be full of traps. Instead, you are escorted to his vessel on a leash, your steps faltering, as you are wearing high stilettos and there is a vibrator between your legs on maximum setting. The road only takes a few hours. Your body at the limits even then. Out of the ship, you are escorted to a villa, located at a far away place <<linkappend "on the hills.">> <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/fizVilla.png"></div></center> From the outside, it seems like a completely normal place. Inside however, you can see all sorts of bondage devices Fiz gathered over the years. All waiting for someone to be subjugated by them. <<linkappend '"Ready for your first training day?"'>> Fiz asks. <<set $outfit to "ballgag, ruanite hood, black ruanite straitjacket">> You nod. Your mind filled to the brim with wicked ideas. <center><div class="mediumImage"><img src="./Images/fizbadend.png"></div></center> ''Mission log updated!''<<set $mission1 to "==You need to find a way to get rid of the pirates!== Well... You found a way!">> BAD END: THE NEW TOY <</linkappend>><</linkappend>></div>

Day: $days Energy: $energy

<<link "Missions">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Missions"); Dialog.wiki("$mission1"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>> <<link "Inventory">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Inventory:"); Dialog.wiki("STATUS: $status\n\nYour outfit: $outfit\n\nYour primary weapon: $weapon\n"); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>>