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<<if $Taint gte 95>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>"Hey lady," A sailor, clearly drunk says as I pass his table, "How about you come sit in daddy's lap," He pats his lap suggestively, grinning up at me in a way that makes me wary.\n\n//Does he think I'm some kind of wench? Or prostitute?"//\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 6>>Grinning inwardly, I take a step toward his table before I even stop to think about it.\n\nThe sailor's grin only grows at my willingness to approach, "Daddy wants to get his cock wet."\n\n<<prostitutelink "Whore yourself.">>\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>\n\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I stand up straighter suddenly as I feel someone roughly grab my ass. \n\nBefore I can turn to see who my assailant is, his hot breath, reeking of alcohol, sends a shiver down my spine as his lips brush my neck, "I bet your pussy is just aching to be filled with a nice hard cock," The man says softly.\n\nNo matter how much I want to deny it, the wetness between my legs testifies to the truth of his words.\n\n"I'll even make this easy for you," He says, slipping an arm around my middle and pulling me back toward him. I'm unable to focus on anything else as I feel what can only be his erection press against my back, "I can pay you for your time."\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 6>>My mind tells me that this is a bad idea, but the aching need between my legs begs me to accept the man's offer.\n\n<<prostitutelink "Whore yourself.">>\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>I pull away from him quickly, a mix of fear and arousal waring within me.\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>\n\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>"Interested in keeping a man company?" An aging sailor says as I pass.\n\nTurning toward him, I can see him grab his crotch suggestively. I can already see the bulge beneath his trousers growing.\n\nAdrenaline courses through me suddenly, <<if $Depravity gte 5>>my heart thundering in my chest as my pussy moistens at the prospect of having this man's, this stranger's, cock filling the aching void between my legs.\n\n<<prostitutelink "Whore yourself.">>\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>and for just a moment my fear at what is being suggested is enough to keep my arousal in check.\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>\n\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<elseif $Taint gte 45>>As I walk across the Barmaid's Daughter, I can see that many of the people are looking at me. The females with a mix of sympathy and contempt. The males with lust dominated leers. \n\nEvery glance makes me feel more self conscious about my changes, //If these changes continue, it will become easy to mistake me for a woman.// The thought sends a chill through me that seems to settle into my bones as I make my way through the room.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n\n<<else>>As I walk across the Barmaid's Daughter, I can see heads turn toward me. I can't help but think that I see a bit of sympathy in the eyes of some of the females. And I am increasingly unsettled by the way some of the men leer at me. //Are they faggots?// I wonder, a bit put off by the thought, //Why else would men look at another man like that?//\n\nTrying to avoid making eye contact, I finish making my way through the room.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>

You should have just subtracted 1 point from all skills.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $PlayerBrawling -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerEttiquette -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerFirearms -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerIntimidation -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerInvestigation -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerOccult -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerPerception -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerSecurity -= 1>>\n<<set $PlayerStreetwise -= 1>>\n

<<if $Taint lte 64>><<set $random to random(1,2)>><<if $random is 1>>I let my eyes trail up and down Nadia's body, //She might be a bit older than I typically take an interest in, but there's an exotic look about her that's more than a little intriguing. Why not?//\n\n"I suppose I could find a few minutes to help you out," I reply with s little smile.\n\n"Just what I wanted to hear," She purrs, her eyes flickering towards the shop's front door before starting to unbutton her shirt.\n\nWhen her shirt comes loose, her breasts are on full display, her bare breasts are dark tan with chocolate colored gumdrop nipples.\n\nI can't help but feel the first stirrings of an erection, my eyes locked on her chest.\n\n"You going to step behind this counter and scratch my itch? Or you just going to stand there staring at my titties all day?" She asks jokingly.\n\nA sheepish grin touches my lips, my cock hardening further. Not waiting for further invitation, I step behind the counter, slipping my hands around her waist, my hands trailing up her belly until my palms are filled with with her full breasts.\n\n"Play with those while you're fucking me," Nadia half growls at me. With her hands, she reaches behind herself to pull her skirt up over her hips, revealing a lack of undergarments beneath.\n\nMy belt comes loose a moment later, I push them down past my hips until they fall the rest of the way to the ground. \n\nPausing, I admire the view before me, her perfect dark tanned ass before me. With one hand, I reach out, letting my hand rub lightly over her bare ass, marveling at the feel of her smooth skin against the palm of my hand. \n\nWith my other hand, I take hold of my achingly hard cock, aiming it towards Nadia. Shuffling forward, I slide my cock up and down her crack, feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy as the tip of my cock slides along her slit.\n\n"Curse you," Nadia says breathlessly, "Quit your teasing and stick that cock in me already." \n\nNot waiting any longer, I slip my cock head between her pussy lips, feeling the humid tightness swallowing my cock as I slide slowly inside until my balls press firmly against her.\n\n"Mmmmm, that's nice," Nadia purrs.\n\nPulling back, I slide out of her until only the crown of my cock is still inside of her before thrusting forward.\n\nA contented moan escapes her lips as I bottom out in her a second time.\n\n[img[images/Nadia Fuck.jpg]]\n\nPulling back again, I begin to fuck her with slow, steady strokes. Within seconds, we have our rhythm. Her hips move back to meet my own with every thrust. Our rhythm slowly builds until the sounds of our coupling fills the small store. My cock thrusting in and out of her like a piston as my need nears its peak.\n\nI can feel my balls beginning to tighten, my cock swelling almost painfully inside of her as she begins to cum.\n\n"Ohhhh, that's it, keep fucking me. I want to feel you fill me with your cum," She moans as her body begins to buck against me, her pussy trembling around my cock.\n\nI can't hold back any longer, I shove into her as deeply as I can, my cock twitching and jerking as I fill her pussy with my seed.\n\nFor a minute or more, we remain like that, my cock softening inside of her as we both try to regain our breath. When my cock slips free of her, I step back, taking a second to admire the perfect ass before me before pulling my paints back up and buckling my belt once more.\n\nWhen Nadia turns around, her blouse is buttoned once more. She leans forward quickly, giving me a quick peck on the lips, "You can scratch my itch any time," She purrs<<elseif $random is 2>>"You know you're older than I am right?" I ask, feeling a flush of arousal.\n\n"So what if I am? I can see your cock tenting your pants from here," She says with a sheepish grin.\n\nSelf consciously, I reach down, adjusting my rapidly growing erection. \n\nAcross the counter, I can see her bite her lip, unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time. By the time the third button is undone, its clear that she is wearing nothing underneath.\n\n"You planning to stand there all day, or you going to come scratch my itch?" \n\nMy cock throbs almost painfully in my suddenly too tight pants.\n\nOne more button and the whole front of her blouse opens, her dark tan breasts spilling out. When she leans forward, they rest against the counter. \n\nThere's a hunger in her eyes that spurs me to action. My hands are working to unbuckle my belt even while I move behind the counter.\n\nTurning towards me, she hikes up her skirts revealing a complete lack of undergarments. Seeing my expression, she somehow smiles even wider.\n\nReaching out, she pulls me towards her, pressing her cool lips to my own. A draft against my groin is the first sign that she's finished what I already started with my pants.\n\nHer hands feel rough as her fingers wrap around my penis. With a little pull, she draws me closer.\n\nWhen she breaks the kiss, she looks at me with a staggering intensity, "Now that you've got me all hot and bothered, you had better get that cock inside of me."\n\nAnother little pull and I feel her guide the crown of my aching member to her humid slit. With a little push of my hips, I slide easily inside of her.\n\n"Mmmmm," A soft moan escapes her lips, "Now fuck me," She gyrates her hips, sending a wave of pleasure through me.\n\nSliding out until only my tip is still inside, I hilt myself inside of her a second time as I start to fuck her steadily. Her pussy is incredibly wet, leaving the point our bodies connect soaking wet. Every thrust fills the small store with wet slapping sounds.\n\nOver the next few minutes, my pace increases, her moans becoming louder with every thrust. Its not long before my pace starts to become irregular, my balls pulling tight as my cock suddenly throbs.\n\nAt the same time, her pussy clamps down, her cry of passion is piercing as she clings to me. Unable to hold back my own release, I cum hard, jet after jet of cum filling her cunt.\n\nTaking a step back, my deflating cock slips free of her. I can see cum running from her freshly fucked hole. I can't help but marvel at how pink the inside of her pussy looks in contrast to her otherwise dark skin. \n\nIt takes perhaps a minute for me to catch my breath again, //Not as young as I once was.// I think with a half smile.\n\nAs I watch her, she lets her skirt fall back down to hide her legs, then while watching me in return, she slowly buttons her blouse back up, "I might be older than you," She purrs, "But that just means I need to get it all I can before I'm too old to enjoy it anymore." \n\nWith a wink, "Now, unless you can get that thing hard again, you might want to put it away and find your way to the other side of my counter again."<</if>><<set $Taint += 3>><<else>><<set $random to random(1,2)>><<if $random is 1>>I hesitate, my mind going to the changes I've been experiencing. \n\nNadia must sense my train of thought. Leaning forward, her bosom threatens to spill from her ruffled white blouse. My eyes widen slightly when I realize I can see the edge of one of her nipples, "Hey," She gives a little smile that draws attention to her one missing tooth in front, but her expression is soft and sympathetic, "I can see it, hell, everyone can see it. But just because you're changing doesn't mean you can't still have a little fun with me. My pussy's been aching for some attention all day, and I'm pretty sure it can use a good tongue lashing," She smirks at her own joke.\n\nReaching out, she takes hold of my collar and pulls me to the counter where she presses her lips against mine, her tongue darting into my mouth. We're both a little breathless when she breaks the kiss, "Now get back here ."\n\nWhen she releases my collar, I do exactly that, stepping around the counter just in time to see her sit on the floor. She hikes her skirt up revealing a lack of undergarments. Then she spreads her legs, the petals of her vagina parting like a delicate flower to expose the wetness within.\n\nHesitating only a second, I kneel in front of her. She quickly reaches out, pulling me towards her again. This time, instead of pulling me to her lips, she pulls my face towards her crotch instead. \n\nThe moment my lips touch her humid pussy, I can feel her legs wrap around my head to hold me in place.\n\n"Don't you be teasing me like this, put that tongue of yours to good use," Her voice holes a happy purr.\n\nI give her pussy a lick, letting my tongue ride up her slit until it flicks her clit. Then I return to my starting point and begin again. \n\nThe happy sounds Nadia is making is a clear indication of her approval. \n\nA third lick, and I allow my tongue to push slightly into her hole on the way past. I can feel her body shudder slightly as I do so. I repeat the action several more times before I can feel her legs tighten around my head, nearly smothering me in her pussy, the heady aroma of her sex making me feel a spike of arousal.\n\n"What did I tell you about teasing me," She says, her tone holding a mixture of amusement and desperation.\n\nSmiling to myself, I let my tongue dart deep inside of her. Her hips buck with enough force I think she cut my lip on my teeth, a faint coppery taste of blood momentarily perceivable in my mouth before being overwhelmed by the sweet flavor of her pussy.\n\nMy tongue begins to dart in and aout of her, effectively fucking her with my tongue. Her hips begin to gyrate and buck against my face, but I never let up. \n\nIts not long before her entire body shudders, then goes limp for a few seconds before she unsteadily moves her legs so I can escape their grip.\n\nI give her pussy one last lick, causing her to shudder again. When I look up at her, her eyes look unfocused, but the expression on her face is clearly a happy one.\n\nWiping some of her wetness from my face, I stand back up. My own state of arousal, unsated as it is, inevitably turns my attention back to the changes I've been experiencing since arriving in Wanton Cove.\n\n"Help me up," Nadia breaks me out of my repreve, reaching up with one hand. Taking it, I help her back to her feet. Her legs barely hold her upright, causing her to sway slightly. I slip my arms around her to steady her, "You are really somethig, you know that?" She gives me a little hug before releasing me, "You can come back and do that again any time you want."\n\nI barely start to smile before she continues in a much sterner voice, "Now get out from behind my counter before someone gets the wrong idea."\n\nThere's a hint of a smile on her face as I do as she says.\n\n<<elseif $random is 2>>Against my better judgement, I begin to step around the counter, my arousal beginning to build already. \n\nMy thoughts turn to the changes I've experienced since arriving in Wanton Cove, //This is a bad idea, all I'm going to do is embarrass myself.// I think.\n\nAs if reading my thoughts, Nadia pulls up her skirt up over her hips, exposing her lack of undergarments underneath, "Put that tongue of yours to good use," She purrs.\n\n//I guess there's always that,// I think with a faint smirk. \n\nI kneel between her legs, her ass inches from my face. With one hand, I reach between her legs, sliding my fingers along her already wet pussy. \n\nSlipping a single finger up inside of her, I slowly slide it back out. I can see her juices glistening in the shop's light. My tongue darts out, tasting her before sucking the rest of her juice from my finger.\n\nI must have been savoring the taste for too long, because Nadia prods me on again, "Its not nice to keep a lady waiting." She gives me an accusing look over her shoulder.\n\nNot needing further invitation, I lean forward, my tongue sliding along her slit once.\n\nHer happy moan is the only sound I can hear in the entire shop.\n\nWhen my tongue slides along her slit a second time, she presses back against it, burying my face between her legs as she begins to grind her pussy against my face, "Eat it like you //crave// it," She growls.\n\nI can't help but think that I //do// crave the sweet nectar of her pussy as I taste her honey'ed flavor of her cunt.\n\nDriving my tongue deep inside of her, I reach up with my hands, one hand roughly grabbing her ass while the other moves to rub her clit.\n\n"Mmmm, you know just what I need, don't you," She says with a sigh.\n\nIt isnt long before her hips begin to buck wildly against my tongue, her juices filling my mouth as she cums.\n\nWhen I finally stand back up, I can't help but notice that my own arousal has not been sated.\n\nNadia turns around then, leaning forward, kissing me firmly on the lips. The kiss seems to linger, as if she is tasting herself on my lips. When she finally pulls back, she gives me a small smile, "You can scratch my itch any time." <<set $Taint += 2>><</if>><</if>>\n\n[[Step back around the counter.|Nadia]]

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<<if $babyAzumi is "Played">>"Pastor Victor Erkon," I say.\n\nVick's expression darkens with the suddenness of someone flipping on a light.\n\n"I was wondering if you could tell me a bit more about the man."\n\nHis eyes narrow as he glares at me. I can't help but notice the way he holds his rifle just a little tighter.\n\nRealizing that the situation is rapidly taking a turn for the worst, I try to change tact, "I've heard that he was a good man, and Mr Morichi spoke highly of him, though he also expressed that his daughter Azumi may have done something that upset him terribly." Every word out of my mouth is chosen carefully, trying to coax him into speaking on the subject while not allowing the situation to turn violent.\n\nVick nods slowly, his eyes never leaving my own.\n\n"There are people in Wanton Cove who would be happy to know Pastor Erkon is alright."\n\nI can see emotions warring behind his eyes, chaotic and laced with madness. When his expression finally stills, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.\n\n"You have no idea what is happening here," He growls. His voice is completely different than what I am used to, "Everything is happening at once, and its because of you," He jabs me in the chest with a bony finger.\n\n//His accent, its gone,// The realization surprises me.\n\n"//She's// coming, and we have to stop //her//." I can see his grip tighten on his rifle, his eyes just a little too wide as he looks towards his cabin door, "Meet me at the edge of the forest tomorrow. One way or another, we end this."\n\nScrambling to put my thoughts in order, "Wait, what exactly are we doing? What's going on?"\n\nRather than answering, he raises his rifle and levels it casually at my chest, "//She's coming, and if we can't stop her, the whole world will suffer. Now, leave my home and make yourself right with God," He gestures towards the door to his cabin, "I have God's work to do."\n\nUnsettled by Vick's sudden and drastic transformation, I do as he says. I refuse to take my eyes off of him until the cabin door is closed behind me, and I watch the cabin warily until it is out of sight.\n\n//What the hell just happened there?//\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<set $PastorConfront to "True">><<set $Vick to "Revealed">><<else>>"Passeur Urkon?" Ah new em. 'Ood man, wus nisuh ta me dan mose people round ere," Vick begins. \n\n<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) lte 7>>Vick fidgits a little, but I can't tell if its because the question makes him uncomfortable, he knows something, or something else entirely.<<elseif ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) lte 12>>Vick fidgits a little, his expression hardening slightly for the briefest of moments.\n\n//He either knows something, suspects something, or he was close to the Pastor.//<<else>>Vick's expression changes, hardening in a way I've seen with hardened criminals or con artists when they believe they know what's best and that they see you as little more than a fool.\n\n//Man's got a serious chip on his shoulder if nothing else. I wonder what he's holding back.//<</if>> \n\n<<if $Taint gte 75>>I can't help but notice the way he looks at my chest while he talks to me<<if $Depravity gte 9>> or the way my heart races just a little as he does so.<<else>>, uncomfortable under his scrutiny, I cross my arms over my chest. With a look of disappointment, his eyes move upwards to meet my own again\n\n<</if>><</if>>"I hear he passed a while back now. Anything you can tell me about it?" I ask, seeing what more he might be able to tell me.\n\n"Aye, truh dat. Ah eard eh jummed fum da bluff. Sory nevuh sonned ite ta meh."\n\n//Yeah, a lot of what happens on this island doesn't sound quite right,// I think darkly.\n\nI wait a few seconds, hoping he might continue without my need to nudge him along. Finally I add, "Anything else?"\n\nVick answers with a simple shake of his head.\n\n[[What's your story?]]\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]<<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Who is SHE?]]\n\n[[Do you know anything about a guy named Tom?]]<<if $Taint gte 40>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>>\n\nor\n\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]<</if>>

"He's gone?" Nadia sounds surprised, "He's either at home, at the Barmaid's Daughter, or out fishing," She shrugs, "And he hasn't done much fishing the last couple of years," \n\nShe gives you a sympathetic look, "Sorry I cant be more help than that."\n\n"That's ok, thanks anyway," I reply.\n\nWith a little smile and a wink, "Anytime," Nadia replies.<<set $Lie to "Played">>\n\n[[Visit with Nadia for a minute.]]\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask about Tom.]]<</if>><<if $Jackobson is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>>[[Ask about your physical changes.|Ask Nadia about your transformation.]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Nadia about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Buy something.|See her wares.]]\n\nor \n\n[[Return to looking around the store.|General Store]]

<<back>>\n\nThis game contains Adult Content. \n\nFirst off, it should be noted that this game //features// slow Male-to-Female transformation.\n\nWithin this game, you can also expect to see:\n-Oral Sex\n-Vaginal Sex\n-Anal Sex\n-Non-Consensual (Rape) sex\n-M/F Sex\n-F/F Sex\n-Prostitution\n-Tentacle Sex\n-Supernatural Sex\n-Bestiality\n-Masturbation\n-Threesomes\n-Orgies\n\nAll of these things have the potential to appear in the game at one point or another. Additional items may be added to this list as needed.\n\n<<back>>\n\n\n

//<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi <<else>>The hermaphrodite <</if>> looks at me, her breath ragged from screaming, tears flowing freely from her eyes. Her breath catches when the tip of my knife touches the hollow at the base of her neck. I can see something change in her eyes, //She can sense what is coming,// causing me to smile down at her in understanding. She closes her eyes tightly just before I pierce the perfect hollow, then draw the blade down across her sternum, cutting to the bone.\n\nAll around us, the chanting continues to grow louder and louder, intent to drown out the sounds of my victim.\n\nAt first, she screams from the pain, but then something else begins to happen. In my excitement, I reach down, taking hold of her cock and beginning to stroke it, even half limp from the pain, it begins to harden again. \n\nDropping the knife to one side, I watch in wonder as the flesh near the cut I just made begins to move, like something //inside// is searching for the wound. First one, then several other stark white fingers slip through the opening. Perfect porceline fingers smeared with crimson.\n\nThe cock in my hands seems to swell, throbbing with impending release as its owner is being torn apart from the inside. I watch as cum begins to fly from the tip in thick white streams, //a fitting tribute to the birth of our great mistress,// to splash across the bloody fingers reaching out from inside of <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>> Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>chest.\n\nI watch as the fingers take hold of the edges of the wound, grasping the bloody flesh, then shoving with inhuman strength. The wound is wretched open wide, accompanied by the sound of breaking bones and tearing meat. I look up at the vessel's face, seeing shock in her expression, her eyes already beginning to glaze with shock and impending death. Blood bubbles at her lips and leaks out one side of her mouth. \n\nWhen //her// arms reach out of the gaping wound in the vessel's chest, I lean forward, allowing //her// to take hold of me. I brace my hands on the stone table beneath me, but even so, //her// powerful grip is nearly enough to pull me into the vessel's dying body. \n\nStraining with all of my strength, inch by inch, //she// enters our world. Arms first, then head and shoulder before her perfect, pale torso begins to emerge from the now lifeless vessel. \n\nI know that I am unworthy to gaze upon such unspeakable beauty, but I am unable to look away as my Goddess is born before my eyes.\n\n//She// looks unsteady as //she// pulls her legs from the broken remains of the corpse that birthed her. \n\n"You are more beautiful than I ever imagined," I say, barely managing to whisper the words.\n\nI don't even notice right away that the other figures in the room have fallen silent, looking on in awe.\n\nZal'chaas tilts her head, pondering me, then reaches out towards me far too quickly for a mere mortal's eyes to follow to take me by the throat. I can feel how strong she is, even in her newborn state. She could snap my neck like a twig if she so desired. \n\nInstead, her grip loosens, then her fingers begin to trail down my body until she touches my manhood. The pain and surprise is enough to make me scream as her fingers tear into my tender flesh. She twists, then pulls, severing my proud cock with no visible effort before casually tossing it to the side. \n\nI look down in horrified shock to see blood gushing from the wound. Before my eyes, I see the wound close, pain unlike anything I could have ever imagined before surges through my body, like acid coursing through my veins. The remaining shredded flesh that was my penis pulls inwards, but before I can see a vagina begin to tryly form, my chest heaves forward, eclipsing the view with a pair of full breasts. My vision fades, turning gray around the edges as I barely resist the urge to black out.\n\nIn seconds, my masculine body transforms into that of a woman's.//\n\n[[Continue.|Night8b]]

I kneel down for a closer look at the White Goo. At a glance, I notice that it seems to have a slight luminescent quality. \n\nThe second thing I notice is the way it seems to cling to the twigs and dry grass. \n\nI glance around, finding a small stick, then returning my attention to the goo. With almost exaggerated care, I poke it with the tip of the stick. In spite of it's thick, fluid appearance; when poked, it moves, and sticks to the stick like grease or tar.\n\nI raise the stick up for a closer look.\n\n//Rhucc'na, we'chupuuha,// the feminine voice urges seductively.\n\nAn unnatural urge to taste the fluid washes over me, but I try to fight it down.\n\n[[Resist the urge.]]\n\n[[Touch the White Goo.]]\n\n

//I feel a thrill go through me at the realization that I am to be her first tribute upon entering our world. Both fear and excitement war within me, //I'm not worthy.//\n\nShe pushes me onto my back, then quickly mounts on top of me. I have just enough time to look down at her massive phallus before she shoves the too large member between the folds of my freshly created vagina. Something tears inside of me as she forces herself inside with inhuman strength. A stab of pain against a world of bliss. I can barely breathe as I feel the head of her flared cock push into my womb, then past it as she forces herself deeper than any penis is intended to go inside a woman.\n\nI quiver upon the stone table as she uses me for her pleasure. The pain inside of me is acute, and I have little doubt that her violent entry has damaged things inside of me that will lead to my death, but even in the face of that, her touch is bliss and I welcome it even if it means my end.\n\nAgain and again, she slams her cock into me, forcing a grunt from me with each new thrust. When she shoves forward, I can feel her large balls press firmly against me, then a liquid heat like fire begins to fill me. Feeling her essence enter me in such a personal way, I feel myself cumming around her cock. \n\nMy vision begins to fade, and part of me can tell that its because I am dying.\n\nThere's a wet slurping sound as she pulls out of me, a thick mixture of blood and cum gushing from my freshly used hole in her wake.\n\nI feel like the sun has passed behind a cloud when she looks away from me, my life not having meaning unless //she// blesses me with her notice once more.\n\nPerhaps the thought alone is enough to draw her attention back to me because she turns her head again, regarding me again with her featureless face. She reaches out, and I smile in rapture, as she touches my cheek, delicate fingers tracing my jaw line before cradling my cheek. Her other hand joins the first, doing the same with the other side of my face. \n\n//She loves me,// I have just enough time to think before she wrenches my head from my shoulders with a single savage twist.\n\n[[Continue.|Night 8 Wake]]

<<set $Mutation +=1>><<if $Mutation lte 9>><<if $Taint lte 54>>This abomonation kicks me in the ribs as I start to get to my feet. I sprawl sideways into the mud.\n\nI can see this hidious thing looking down at me, prowling around me like a predator looking at prey.\n\nOf all the things I expect to see, from this //thing// just walking away, to it moving in for the killing blow, what it does catches me completely off guard.\n\nI stair dumbfounded as it fishes its cock from its patchwork pants. The thing is long and tapered, its dark gray with a hint of pink along its underside. The thing glistens wetly even fresh from the confines of its pants.\n\nI begin to tense up, prepared to fight the creature if it comes any closer. Instead, it holds its ground, beginning to stroke its length with what appears to be a powerful grip.\n\nIts hand is almost a blur of motion as it quickly jerks itself, its hard shaft quivering as it points straight at me.\n\nFearful that any action I might take will result in the thing attacking me again, I wait, searching for some way to safely escape the situation.\n\nSuddenly, this thing jerks its hips, a long thick stream of white shooting from the tip of its tapered cock with incredible percision. The blast hits me right on the upper lip, just to the left of my nose before crossing my face in a way that leaves my lips coated in this thing's salty seed.\n\nI sputter, trying to spit the stuff from my lips, the taste nearly making me gag.\n\nThe creature makes a sound that might be a laugh, but I'm far too preoccupied with getting its surprisingly sticky seed off of my face. \n\nMy face tingles where this abomonation's seed has touched it, and my hands feel the same as I try to scrape it away with my fingers. Eventually, I think I've cleared the worst of it, using a puddle to wash my face and hands when I'm done.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>This //thing// shoves me down into the mud face first. I come up sputtering mud and water from my lips. It then places a hand on the small of my back, pressing me down to the ground before trying to yank my pants down past my hips.\n\nMy pants catch painfully on my hips, I can hear the material straining against his strength. Pausing, it gives a second yank that finally pulls my pants down my thighs.\n\nStrongly suspecting the creature's motives, I thrash about, trying to free myself of its grip.\n\nMy efforts are rewarded by the creature shoving me violently into the muddy ground.\n\nThe creature pauses, and I'm not sure why. It makes a confused sound, then I feel its cold wet hand grab my cock and balls painfully.\n\nI let out a startled sound, thrashing wildly as I frantically try to escale this perverted thing.\n\nIt makes another sound, shoves me face first into the mud again, then shuffles up behind me. \n\nPure panic fills me when something wet and slimy brushes across my ass. //No, no, no, no!// My mind screams in futility.\n\nThe abomonation is oblivious to my wishes in this matter, and a second later, I feel the tapered end of its slick cock brush between my ass cheeks.\n\nIt thrusts forward, missing its mark and gliding along the crack of my ass. A second later, it tries again, this time sinking its long thin penis deep into my anus. The sound that I make is a mixture of discomfort and horror at what is happening.\n\nHolding tightly to my hips, this vile creature fucks my ass with rapid thrusts for several minutes before suddenly tensing. \n\nThen I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing anus.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it is about to introduce me to, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>Defeated, the creature wastes no time shoving me onto my chest. Pressing me into the muddy ground, he yanks my pants down past my hips painfully to expose my ass to the cool air.\n\nI try to get up, to squirm away from the abomonation, but it takes hold of my hips in a powerful grip that seems to emphasize how soft my physical body has become.\n\nThis thing quickly shuffles in behind me, looming over me as I feel something cool and slick slide across my bottom. \n\nI redouble my efforts to escape as I realize this cold rubbery thing sliding along the crack of my ass is this creature's cock.\n\nMy struggles prove futile.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>I can't help but feel shame as this vile //thing// fucks me like I'm nothing more than a whore to be used.\n\nThis continues for several minutes, the creature shoving me back down into the mud dispassionately any time I try to free myself from its grip, or even move so that my face is not being pressed into the muddy ground.\n\nEventually, the thing rutting at my cunt seems to loose its rhythm, its thrusts becoming irregular. Then I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing pussy.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it will inflict upon me, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>><</if>><<if $Mutation gte 10>>Gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to releave the pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI dont know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, its something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>As we swim, I feel a growing ache in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nPausing, I let my hands stray over my belly, then lower, only to discover that my manhood is gone, replaced with an oh so sensitive slit.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<else>>As we swim, I feel a growing hunger in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void, to //feed// the hunger I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Mutation gte 9>>My skin begins to feel funny, like my face is being stretched in strange ways. A few seconds later, I feel a tickle along the sides of my neck.\n\nI take a deep breath that I let out slowly in a failed attempt to calm my nerves before I reach for my face. Everything I touch feels distored, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revalation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost dont feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>With my assailant gone, I pause, part of me wanting to go clean myself and check for what new horror has befallen my body, part of me wanting to walk away in the hopes of not having to face whatever changes I have experienced this time.\n\nMy morbid curiosity wins out. I begin to inspect my body for new changes, changes that are almost immediately obvious.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>Feeling the need to clean myself after the encounter, I find a puddle with some moderately clean water. I can't bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach for the water, cupping the water as I move to wash myself. \n\nI tremble slightly when my hand touches my body, //the texture, its all wrong// the thought nearly overwhelms me. My skin has taken on several rough patches, scaly to the touch. \n\nIn a moment of panic, I scrub at my skin harder, desperate to scrub my skin to its original state. After several minutes, I finally give up, my skin sore in the places I had tried to wash the scaly texture away and having made no progress in changing what had happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almosttransparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me like a physical blow.\n\nFear spikes through me, making it so that I can hardly breathe. I wretch, feeling like I'm about to empty the contents of my stomach, though the action produces nothing. I don't know how long I stare at my hands, unable to fully accept what is happening to me\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>When I begin to clean myself up, I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach as I begin to carefully inspect myself.\n\nEven though I half expect something to have happened to me, I still feel like I'm going to be sick when I realize that my slightly gray skin has become more of a gray green now.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at my hands, my arms, fascenated as much as horrified at this new change I have experienced. Eventually my mind comes back to the present, that this is //my// body experiencing this change. \n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>At a nearby puddle, I start to clean the worst of the filth from my body. As I do so, I begin to notice that my face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch.\n\nTaking a minute to explore my face with my hands, I can feel that my eyes feel different, my mouth wider than I recalled. Quickly turning my attention back to the puddle, the reflection staring back at me has eyes just a little large for the face they are on and a mouth that stretches wider than it should.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>When I start to wipe the worst of the mess from my body, I notice that my fingernails look different. Inspecting further, I notice that they are both thicker than usual and look to be of a gray color.\n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Using a nearby puddle, I spend a couple of minutes washing the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nAs my fingers slide over my skin, I start to notice that in addition to the slight graying of my skin I had noticed previously, my skin has started to take on a rough, almost pebbly texture.\n\n//I need to avoid these //things//, they're doing something to me.// I shudder slightly as I try to consider the implications. Eventually, shaken by the thoughts in my mind, I try to focus my attention elsewhere\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>It takes me a few seconds, but I finally get my pants pulled back up to where they belong. Once done with that, I look for a clean puddle of water to try washing the worst of the mud and grime off of my body.\n\nAs I'm finishing up, I pause, looking at my hands that look paler than usual, with a slight gray tone to the skin. //I guess I'll have to take a proper bath to get the rest of this grime off of my body.// I try desperately to not think about what just happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>><<set $Mutation += 1>>

"You know as much as anyone I've met here on Wanton Cove, and you've been more open as well," I pull the bundled book out of my jacket. \n\nSensing that this could be something important, Mr Morichi quickly moves his teapot to one side of his little table to make room for the book.\n\n"I found this while looking around the island, and I was wondering if you might be able to tell me anything about it?" With care, I unwrap the book and lay it on the cleared portion of the table.\n\nMr Morichi lets out a little whistle that seems to hang in the air for an unusually long amount of time, "It has been years since I last laid eyes on this," His tone holds almost a reverence, "Might I ask where you procured this?"\n\nI consider refusing to say, but given how open he has been with me, I feel like I owe him the same courtecy, "I found it in the basement of the old Church."\n\nNodding slowly, "That makes sense," His eyes turn upwards to meet mine, "Pastor Erkon purchased this book from me a few short months before his untimely demise. It became his obsession if what people have said is true."\n\nMr Morichi reaches out, almost touching the book, but then wrapping the cloth back around it instead to cover the old tome, "It supposedly belonged to Zodak Alhazred and was one of the few things that survived when part of the bluff collapsed, taking him and his home into the sea's embrace,"<<if $Madness gte 3>>\n\n//So this comes back to Mr Morichi and his family,// My thoughts trail off into dark places, the voice murmering in my mind sounds suddenly pleased.<<elseif $Madness gte 1>>\n\n//It all returns here. How could this be related to Mr Morichi, does he have some secret part in all of this?//<<endif>>\n\nHis mannerisms become almost dismissive as he nudges the book towards you as if its an unclean thing he does not wish to touch, "It always made me uncomfrotable, so when the pastor showed up at my doorstep asking if he could buy it, I gladly sold it to him. Though come to think of it, I never did learn how he discovered the book's existance in the first place."\n\nRealizing I'm unlikely to learn more, I chance the subject.\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]

<<if $Nadia is "Not Played">>"Hi, I'm <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>." I offer my hand in greeting.\n\nHer smile turns to a toothy grin as she extends her own hand to shake mine, "You can call me Nadia." She says pleasantly.\n\nI can't help but notice the coarse, almost scaly texture of her palm.\n\n"it's a pleasure to meet you." I reply. <<set $Nadia to "Played">><<else>>"<<print $PlayerName>>, what can I get you today?" Nadia purrs. <</if>>\n\n"Mind if I ask you a few questions?" I ask.\n\n"Not at all," Nadia starts to twirl a long strand of hair around her finger, biting her bottom lip in a way that I find terribly distracting.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 40>>//Maybe she knows something about what could be doing this to me,// I think, looking down at body, //She had to have noticed I look a little different by now.//\n\n[[Ask Nadia about your transformation.]]\n\n<</if>>[[Visit with Nadia for a minute.]]\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask about Tom.]]<</if>><<if $Jackobson is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon]]<</if>><<if $JackobsonHouse is 3>>\n\n[[You dont know where Mr Jackobson got off to, do you?]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Nadia about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Buy something.|See her wares.]]\n\nor \n\n[[Return to looking around the store.|General Store]]\n

"Name's <<print $PlayerName>>, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>" I offer the old sailor my hand.\n\nHe looks at it, but doesn't take it, "Cobb," He replies, his eyes momentarily flickering to our surroundings.\n\n//He's scared of something.// My instincts tell me.\n\n"Mind if I ask you a few questions?" I ask.\n\n"Yeah, I mind," Cobb says, his attention shifting out over the cove. As he turns away from me, he shuffles his feet slightly.\n\n<<if ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 10 or ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 7>>My eyes flicker towards his feet. I notice his foot is at an odd angle, as if he's trying to hide something. I can see a hint of some kind of white fluid at the edge of his boot. Strangely, it appears to glow slightly.\n\nMy eyes settle back on his face before he looks back at me again.<<set $SailorGoo1 to "Played">>\n\n<<endif>>"Wanton Cove doesn't get many outsiders," He finally says when it becomes obvious that you don't intend to leave immediately, "You'd do yourself a service by getting back on the ferry when it leaves in the morning.\n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerIntimidation) gte 5>>[[Try to scare some information out of him.][$CobbIntimidate to "Played"]]<<endif>>\n<<if ($PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma) gte 5>>[[Try to persuade him to talk to you.][$CobbStreetwise to "Played"]]<<endif>>\n[[Talk with him for a few minutes.]]\nor \n[[Head into the center of town.|getTownLink()]]

The forest canopy roars as heavy raindrops pummel the leaves over head. It only takes a few second before the heavy rain starts to make it to the ground, the leaves dipping to pour the rain to the ground in little streams of chilly water.\n\nPulling my jacket tighter around myself to ward off the worst of the downpour, [[I continue walking down the path.|Trail]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>Glancing towards the ocean, I can see flashes of lightning among the clouds. Occasionally I can hear a faint growl of thunder reach me from across the water.\n\nAcross the sky, I can see dark streaks of heavy rain. \n\n[[Continue through the rain.|overgrown park]] <<else>>As I walk, a light drizzle begins.\n\nAll around me, it's as if the air simply became //so// saturated with moisture that it can no longer hold it all, but is reluctant to release the water it holds.\n\nReluctantly, I pull my long coat a little tighter around myself.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]<<endif>>

Stepping through the doorway, I step face first into a spider's web. \n\nI cry out softly in disgust, cringing back as I try to wipe the web from my face. I've nearly finished clearing the web from my hair and skin when I feel something along my jaw line. Swatting at it in a near panic, I feel my hand make contact with the web's owner, flinging the quarter sized spider several feet away from myself.\n\nI start to take a step, to stomp on the little creature, but it moves faster, running across the floor to dissappear beneath the nearest pew.\n\nFighting back a little shudder, I turn my attention to [[my surroundings.|stepping carefully inside.]]

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. \n\nOne of my hands darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand reaches for the puddle of White Goo.\n\nThe moment my fingers touch the warm fluid, I feel a small orgasm shudder through my body. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen.\n\nI have no idea how long I kneel there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is long gone.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I [[continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself on my knees beside the puddle of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scoop up the mess on the ground, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was kneeling beside that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was kneeling.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the puddle of White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. I quickly wipe my fingers off on the dock the best I can, then move back from the White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch the White Goo.\n\nI start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm.\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]<</if>>\n

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. \n\nOne of my hands darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand reaches for the puddle of White Goo.\n\nThe moment my fingers touch the warm fluid, I feel a small orgasm shudder through my body. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen.\n\nI have no idea how long I kneel there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is long gone.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I [[continue on my way.|Nice part of town.]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself on my knees beside the puddle of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scoop up the mess on the ground, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was kneeling beside that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was kneeling.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|Nice part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the puddle of White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|Nice part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. I quickly wipe my fingers off on the yellowed grass the best I can, then move back from the White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|Nice part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch the White Goo.\n\nI start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm.\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Nice part of town.]]<</if>>\n

<<if $Taint lte 65>><<if $Mutation gte 7>>"Changes?" Phil grimaces, "Truth is, things like that seem to happen here in Wanton Cove, and no one likes to talk about it."<<if $Madness gte 3>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I've already lost.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I need to act quickly and be away from this place before they realize I’m on to them.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I think darkly.<<endif>>\n\n\nReaching out, Phil takes hold of a tool and half turns towards a piece of lumber, keeping eye contact with you to let you know you still have his attention, "I don't know what causes it, but I've pulled things out of the sea that look almost as human as you do at this point, and you've started putting off a stench like fish," He gives a bit of a shrug, indicating he doesn't have anything more to say on the subject. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>"Changes?" Phil grimaces, "Truth is, things like that seem to happen here in Wanton Cove, and no one likes to talk about it."<<if $Madness gte 3>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I've already lost.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I need to act quickly and be away from this place before they realize I’m on to them.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I think darkly.<<endif>>\n\nReaching out, Phil takes hold of a tool and half turns towards a bit of lumber, keeping eye contact with you to let you know you still have his attention, "I don't know what causes it, but I had noticed your features are getting a bit gray, and you've started putting off a stench like fish," He gives a bit of a shrug, indicating he doesn't have anything more to say on the subject. <<else>>"Changes?" Phil grimaces, "Truth is, things like that seem to happen here in Wanton Cove, and no one likes to talk about it."\n\nReaching out, Phil takes hold of a tool and half turns towards a bit of lumber, keeping eye contact with you to let you know you still have his attention, "I don't know what causes it, but I had noticed your features look a bit on the, uh, //soft// side."<<endif>><<else>><<if $Mutation gte 7>>"Yeah, I couldn't help but notice you've started to grow a pretty nice set of tits," He says bluntly, his eyes shifting to your chest for a few seconds before returning to your face.\n\n"Was trying to be polite and not draw extra attention to it though by saying something," He shrugs, the motion only serving to emphasize how just how powerfully built the man is.<<if $Madness gte 3>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I've already lost.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I need to act quickly and be away from this place before they realize I’m on to them.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I think darkly.<<endif>>\n\nReaching out, Phil takes hold of a tool and half turns towards a piece of lumber, keeping eye contact with you to let you know you still have his attention, "I don't know what causes it, but I've pulled things out of the sea that look almost as human as you do, tits or not, and you've started putting off a stench like fish," He gives a bit of a shrug, indicating he doesn't have anything more to say on the subject. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>"Yeah, I couldn't help but notice you've started to grow a pretty nice set of tits," He says bluntly, his eyes shifting to your chest for a few seconds before returning to your face.\n\n"Was trying to be polite and not draw extra attention to it though by saying something," He shrugs, the motion only serving to emphasize how just how powerfully built the man is.<<if $Madness gte 3>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I've already lost.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I shiver at the possibility that everyone here on this accursed island might be involved in the conspiracy to cover up whatever is happening here. //If that’s the case, I need to act quickly and be away from this place before they realize I’m on to them.// I think darkly. The whispers in the back of my mind become laughter.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>\n\n//No one can be so calm about such a thing.// I think darkly.<<endif>>\n\nReaching out, Phil takes hold of a tool and half turns towards a bpiece of lumber, keeping eye contact with you to let you know you still have his attention, "I don't know what causes it, but I had noticed your features are getting a bit gray too, and you've started putting off a stench like fish," He gives a bit of a shrug, indicating he doesn't have anything more to say on the subject. <<else>>"Yeah, I couldn't help but notice you've started to grow a pretty nice set of tits," He says bluntly, his eyes shifting to your chest for a few seconds before returning to your face.\n\n"Was trying to be polite and not draw extra attention to it though by saying something," He shrugs, the motion only serving to emphasize how just how powerfully built the man is.\n\n"After all, growing tits has to be aweful awkward," His eyes shift to my chest a second time, this time his expression is apprasing.<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask Phil about Tom.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Phil about Wanton Cove.]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the Pastor.]]<<endif>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the White Goo.]]<<endif>><<if $DOneSighting is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the creatures you've seen in the water.]]<<endif>>\n<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>[[Ask Phil about the Ruins.]]\n\n<</if>>\nor\n[[Nevermind. Exit the Shipbuilder's Shack.|Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]

<<if $babyAzumi is "Played" && $AzumiFriend is "Played" && $Cabin is "Played">><<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 11>>"I'm afraid I have something I want to know that you're probably not going to like talking about," I begin cautiously.\n\nA slight smile pulls at the corner of Mr Morichi's mouth, "Thus is the cost of friendship at times. Perhaps one of these visits I shall ask an uncomfortable question of my own, just to watch you squirm for a change," His little laugh sounds forced.\n\n"I'd like to ask you more about the Pastor."\n\nThe small smile on Mr Morichi's lips falters, his eyes taking on a distinct sadness, "You may ask," He replies.\n\n"Your photo album from before, there's a picture of him in there, holding Azumi when she was a baby," I begin.\n\nMr Morichi nods slowly, waiting for me to continue.\n\nI spend a couple of seconds considering how to continue, finally I decide to come straight out with it, "I not sure that he committed suicide." \n\nMr Morichi's eyebrows raise slightly, "Someone murdered him you think?" His eyes never leave yours as he reaches for his tea.\n\n"No, unless he has a brother that looks just like him, then I think he may still be alive."\n\nAmusement flashes across his features, but vanishes just as quickly when he realizes that I am serious. Leaning back with an exaggerated slowness, he raises his cup for a small sip.\n\n"I met a man in the forest. Said his name was Vick."\n\nThe surprise in Mr Morichi's eyes is all the confirmation I need to know its the same man, "He's clearly unwell, ranting, and difficult to understand. He's got a cabin out there and bones //everywhere.//"\n\nSitting his cup down, Mr Morichi leans toward me, "Was there supposed to be a question in there somewhere?"\n\nI open my mouth to reply, then realize that he's right, "I guess not."\n\n"Victor Erkon was, //is//, a good man. If you see him again, let him know that I am sorry for any misfortune he may have experienced at the hands of my daughter, and that he is still welcome in my home if he ever wishes to visit."\n\nMr Morichi falls into silence, his expression troubled, but otherwise unreadable. The seconds stretch into minutes as the two of you sit in silence. Eventually, Mr Morichi clears his throat, "Forgive me for being a poor host. You bring tidings that an old friend is still alive, yet I reward you with an uncomfortable silence."\n\n"It's alright, I think its something I will look into further while here on the island. If I'm able to learn anything, I'd be happy to share it with you.\n\nMr Morichi nods, "I would be grateful for that." His expression is distant, like his mind is elsewhere still. \n\nFeeling like I won't learn anything further, I decide it may be best to simply change the subject.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 7>>"Can I ask you some more questions about Pastor Erkon?"\n\nMr Morichi's lips become a thin line for a second, then he sighs, "Thus is the cost of friendship at times. Perhaps one of these visits I shall ask an uncomfortable question of my own, just to watch you squirm for a change," His smile doesn't quite touch his eyes.\n\n"When you were showing me your photo album before, there was a picture of him holding Azumi as a baby. I've seen him before."\n\n"A small world then, he didn't travel much."\n\n"No, I've seen him on this island, since coming here."\n\nMr Morichi's expression become skeptical.\n\n"I met a man in the forest. Said his name was Vick."\n\nThe surprise in Mr Morichi's eyes is all the confirmation I need to know its the same man, "He's clearly unwell, ranting, and difficult to understand. He's got a cabin out there and bones //everywhere.//"\n\nSitting his cup down, Mr Morichi leans toward me, "Was there supposed to be a question in there somewhere?"\n\nI open my mouth to reply, then realize that he's right, "I guess not."\n\n"Victor Erkon was, //is// if what you say is true, a good man. If you see him again, let him know that I am sorry for any misfortune he may have experienced at the hands of my daughter, and that he is still welcome in my home if he ever wishes to visit."\n\nMr Morichi falls into silence, his expression troubled, but otherwise unreadable. The seconds stretch into minutes as the two of you sit in silence. Eventually, Mr Morichi clears his throat, "Forgive me for being a poor host. You bring tidings that an old friend is still alive, yet I reward you with an uncomfortable silence."\n\n"It's alright, I think its something I will look into further while here on the island. If I'm able to learn anything, I'd be happy to share it with you.\n\nMr Morichi nods, "I would be grateful for that." His expression is distant, like his mind is elsewhere still. \n\nFeeling like I won't learn anything further, I decide it may be best to simply change the subject.\n\n<<else>>"I have questions concerning the Pastor," I ask bluntly.\n\nMr Morichi's expression hardens, "I may have answers."\n\n"I've heard he committed suicide, but I think he is still alive."\n\n"And I think this jest is in poor taste," Mr Morichi replies flatly.\n\nI take a deep breath, staving off an angry retort, "I met a man in the forest. He looks like the Pastor holding Azumi in your photo album, just a bit older and unkempt," I can see Mr Morichi preparing to cut in, but I continue anyway, "He said his name was Vick."\n\nWhatever Mr Morichi was prepared to say is stillborn on his lips. His mouth closes slowly, then he leans back in his seat, the unhappy expression before slowly transforming into one of curiosity, "You have not struck me as someone who jumps to conclusions easily, if you say you saw someone who looks like Victor Erkon, then I believe that is true. His first name was never widely known," By the end of it, he sounds like he's talking more to himself than to me.\n\n"Victor Erkon was, //is// if what you say is true, a good man. If you see him again, let him know that I am sorry for any misfortune he may have experienced at the hands of my daughter, and that he is still welcome in my home if he ever wishes to visit."\n\nMr Morichi falls into silence, his expression troubled, but otherwise unreadable. The seconds stretch into minutes as the two of you sit in silence. Eventually, Mr Morichi clears his throat, "Forgive me for being a poor host. You bring tidings that an old friend is likely still alive, yet I reward you with an uncomfortable silence."\n\n"That's fine, I think its something I will look into further while here on the island. If I'm able to learn anything, I'll be sure to share it with you.\n\nMr Morichi nods, "I would be grateful for that." His expression is distant, like his mind is elsewhere still. \n\nFeeling like I won't learn anything further, I decide it may be best to simply change the subject.<</if>>\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<set $Morichi to "True">><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[May I see Azumi again?]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<</if>><</if>>\nor\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]<<else>>"I hear that the Pastor of Wanton Cove committed suicide up on this bluff," I gesture vaguely out the window.\n\n"So I have heard," Mr Morichi replies dryly, "One would think you are here to solicit information from me rather than a friendly visit."\n\nMy expression must amuse him because I can see his smile just touch his eyes.\n\nBefore I can open my mouth to reply, he begins to speak, "Forgive my small amusement," He replies, "No matter how good a guest you are, I understand your visit to Wanton Cove is not one for pleasure." \n\nTaking a long sip of his tea, he levels his gaze on me, "You would like me to start at the beginning and tell you all I know?" As he speaks, I can see his expression darken, becoming somewhat haunted.\n\nI nod, "Yes please."\n\n"Count yourself fortunate," He raises his cup to his lips and drains it before sitting it back down, his expression is clearly unhappy, "While this is something most of the locals know, or at least expect, its something I have not personally spoken of before you."\n\nMr Morichi pauses, his eyes locked on my own. They bore into mine like he is searching my soul for some deep understanding on my part.\n\nI wilt slightly under that hard look, feeling uncomfortable and lacking anything to say.\n\n"Indulge me, this story begins long before Pastor Erkon's suicide," He pauses, looks at his empty cup then back at me. He opens his mouth like he's preparing to speak, but then stops and pours himself another cup.\n\n"My family has always been a part of this town, but always apart from it. We have had few friends, and I am no exception in that regard. Azumi's mother demanded that she be baptised when she was born."\n\n//I don't recall him mentioning Azumi's mother before, from his tone, I can tell it is a topic that hurts him deeply.//\n\n"Pastor Erkon held a private ceremony for it, and while she was a generally happy baby, I had never seen her so happy as when he held her that day," Mr Morichi looks at his cup, but does not pick it up, "The two had an affinity for one another, both seemed happier in the other's presence. He would come visit regularly, every couple of days just to see how Azumi was doing. He was welcome in my home, and he was the only friend Azumi had as a child."\n\nMr Morichi's expression pinches, like he's trying to force himself past something difficult, "Until she came of age," His voice is hoarse as he says it, like the words were flayed before spilling from his mouth, "She began touching him inappropriately, and exposing herself to him. I could tell that it bothered him, but he kept coming to visit anyway, saying 'God has a plan, even if we don't understand it.' and I think he believed it when he said it."\n\nStopping, he glances at his cup again, this time he picks it up and rises it to his lips. I can see him breathe deeply of the bitter fluid, but he only takes a small sip before sitting the cup back on its saucer, "He was the first person she ever raped. She begged him to have his way with her, and when he refused, she sodomized him."\n\nThe expression on his face is full of pain, his eyes wet like he might cry. His voice is husky when he continues, "He did not return to the mansion after that, though I heard he would sometimes walk up to the bluff afterwards. Azumi didn't understand. The only man other than her father who ever seemed to care about her, suddenly wouldn't come to visit anymore."\n\n"How do you tell your daughter that her misguided act of love drove away away the very person she hoped to grow closer to?" Lacking anything to say, I remain silent, waiting for Mr Morichi to continue.\n\nThere's heartache in his voice, the heartache of a father who wants to see their child happy, and knowing there is nothing they can do to bring it about, "I heard that the Pastor began acting strange after that. The book I had loaned him became an obsession to him, and he started acting paranoid, like he was on the cusp of madness. It continued to get worse over the couple of years that followed. At the same time, Azumi became uncontrollable, sneaking out of the house at all hours, looking for //him// but taking her frustrations out on anyone she encountered."\n\nMr Morichi lets out a heavy sigh, a slight shudder in his voice as he does so. He dabs at his eyes, then looks at the moisture on his fingers like the sight is completely alien to him.\n\nHis voice has a hollow quality when he continues, "Azumi found him the night before. She swears that she didn't hurt him, that when she saw him at the church, he screamed at her, saying all kinds of vile things. She came home crying, heartbroken."\n\nI remain quiet, letting him talk in his own time, "I heard the next day that he had thrown himself from the bluff. No one mentioned Azumi, though I often wonder if their encounter might have been what triggered his suicide," He trails off for several seconds before continuing, "He was a good man, and the center of my daughter's world."\n\nHis lips become a thin line across his face as he presses them together, clearly struggling to hold back tears. It takes him a while to recompose himself, "I unfortunately know no more than that on the subject, and I ask that you not speak to Azumi about it, I would not see her hurt by the memory."<<set $AzumiFriend to "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<set $Morichi to "True">><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[May I see Azumi again?]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<</if>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. \n\nOne of my hands darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand reaches for the puddle of White Goo.\n\nThe moment my fingers touch the warm fluid, I feel a small orgasm shudder through my body. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen.\n\nI have no idea how long I kneel there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is long gone.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I [[continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself on my knees beside the puddle of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scoop up the mess on the ground, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was kneeling beside that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was kneeling.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the puddle of White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. I quickly wipe my fingers off on the sidewalk the best I can, then move back from the White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch the White Goo.\n\nI start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm.\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]<</if>>\n

<<if $SailorGoo is "Played">><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Pausing, I can see something white, glowing faintly, dripping slowly from a broad leaf of a bush at about hip level. \n\nLeaning in, I see that its the same kind of White Goo I have seen before. \n\nWatching a thick dollop of the fluid drip slowly towards the ground, its thick consistancy allowing it to streatch several inches before a bit breaks off and falls to the ground to join a growing puddle of it beside the trail. //Whatever left this must have done so recently.// \n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\nor\n[[Investicate Closer.|TG1]]\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>><<set $GooCounter += 1>>I step in something slick, half skidding, half falling before I can catch myself. \n\nMy hand and part of my leg smeared in a fresh coating of mud, I get back to my feet with an unhappy growl under my breath.\n\nTurning my attention to what I just stepped in, I can see another of those puddles of White Goo.\n\nSilently cursing myself for not seeing it before I stepped in it, I lean closer for a better look. \n\nOther than the smear of it stretching across the ground where my stepping in it spread it across the trail, I see nothing about this puddle that seems any different than what I have encountered before.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\nor\n[[Investicate Closer.|TG1]]\n\n<<else>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>>Among the rocky mud that makes up the trail I am walking on, I can see a faintly glowing patch of ground. \n\nWhen I near it, I can see that its a puddle of the same strange luminescent White Goo I have seen before.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\nor\n[[Investicate Closer.|TG1]]\n\n<<endif>><<else>>I see a sheen on a nearby puddle, though the sight does not immediately catch my attention. It takes me a moment to realize that that whatever is in the water is thick, white, and puts off a faint glow.\n\nMy curiosity suddenly piqued, I move closer. Whatever it is, it floats in the water, and I get a nagging sensation that whatever I am looking at is somehow familiar. \n\nReaching out, I touch the substance in curiosity, the substance seeming to cling to my fingertips. "What the heck is this stuff?" I wonder out loud.\n\nRaising my fingertips to my face, I sniff, but all I can smell is a slightly sweet hint of salt.\n\nAfter several seconds of looking at the fluid, I realize that there isn't nearly as much on my fingertips as there was originally. Quickly, I wipe what's left off on the leg of my pants, then step around the puddle.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\n<<set $Taint += 1>><<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><<endif>>

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<set $random to random(1,8)>><<if $DeepFight is "Played" && $random gte 5>>Nearby, I can see the large creature, one of the gray-green fish menpeople, position itself to attack.\n\nNeedle sharp teeth fill a too wide mouth. Beneath those bulbious eyes and horrible mouth though is a scaly gray green creature with thick scaly looking skin. \n\nIts body glistens in the rain at it stares unnervingly at me, one eye blinking slowly just a second before the other does.\n\nA cold dread settles into my belly, the familiar weight of my trusty .38 Special bringing me little comfort with what I have little doubt is about to come.\n\nAs if sensing my realization, it bares its mouth full of razor sharp teeth menacingly. Making the same sound that drew my attention in the first place, the creature lunges at me.\n\n[[Fight|fight2]]<<set $DeepCombat to "true">><<set $playerAction to "duncel">><<set $EnemyFlee to "False">><<set $enemyBrawl = random(5,15)>><<set $enemyDefense = random(7,15)>><<set $enemyHP = random(6,9)>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><<elseif $random lte 3 && $Day gte 5>>Motion draws my attention to a sickly pale shape moving my direction. Turning towards it, I can see something hiddeous. \n\nToo wide eyes stare at me as its massive mouth opens to reveal a double row of needle like teeth. \n\nIn instinctively reach for my .38 Special at the same moment the abomonation charges.\n<<silently>><<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(3,15)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(4,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(5,7)>>\n<<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</silently>> \s\n\n[[Fight|fight]]<<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Near one of the warehouses, I can see someone standing in the shadows, watching me. \n\nI pause, my hand reaching for my .38 Special, its presence bringine me a sense of comfort. Almost as soon as I do so, the figure moves, his stride and demeanor setting off alarms in the back of my mind. \n\nThe man is almost to me by the time my .38 Special clears its holster.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>On the docks, I see a figure looking at me. I can't tell if its a man or a woman, but the anger coming off of the figure is almost a physical thing.\n\nMy hand reaches for my .38 Special at almost the exact moment that I see a smile touch the figure's lips.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I hear a boot strike the wooden dock just outside of my pariphial vision. \n\nInstinct kicks in, I take a half step to the side as I turn towards the sound, my hand finding my .38 Special with practiced ease.\n\nMy .38 Special clears its holster as the figure rushes me.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<silently>><<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyFirearms = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(2,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(3,5)>>\n<<set $weaponChance = random(1,100)>>\n<<if $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $enemyWeapon = "gun">>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 30>><<set $enemyWeapon = "knife">>\n<<else>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</if>><<if $weaponChance lte 3>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,2)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,6)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 25>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 26>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 40>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 75>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 90>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 99>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,5)>><<else>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,50)>><</if>><</silently>> \s\n\n[[Fight|fight]]<<endif>>\n

<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>I'm not really sure why I walk up onto the bluff, but I discover myself standing in the shadow of the Morichi mansion, looking up at the tall building.\n\nI'm about to turn around and leave when I hear something above.\n\nTurning my eyes upward, I can see a window, metal bars covering it, //Azumi's room,// I realize.\n\n"Back door," You can hear Azumi's voice carry barely loud enough to hear over the wind, "Don't let anyone see you!"\n\nYou almost miss the glint of metal as something falls from the window. Taking a quick step back, you follow the object as it falls, seeing it splash down in the muddy water. \n\nKneeling down, you feel around in the mud and water in search of whatever was just thrown to you. Your fingers close around a fist full of mud and something small. Lifting your hand, you can't see what is it, so you swish your hand about in the puddle to rinse most of the mud from your fist before looking again. \n\nAn old metal key lays across your palm. \n\n//I was told not to come back,// You think, looking at the key, //But maybe I can sneak in and visit with Azumi one more time?//\n\nYou look up at the window. Taking a step back so you can see it better, you can see the drapes covering the interior of the window, but no sign of Azumi.\n\nAbsently, I slip the key into my coat pocket.\n\n[[Approach the back door.]]<<set $AzumiKey to "true">>\n\n<<else>>Motion at one of the windows on the second story of the mansion draws my attention. I can see the pink drapes settling back into place behind the heavy metal bars outside the window.\n\n//Seems I had a secret observer,// The thought amuses me more than anything else.\n\n<</if>>[[Continue.|Bluff]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>Light occasionally dances across the sky, punctuated by the rumble of thunder. \n\nGlancing up at the sky, I can see heavy, dark clouds roiling as rain falls heavily all around me.\n\n[[Continue through the rain.|Run down part of town.]] <<else>>Slow and steady, the rain continues to fall as if the clouds hold an endless supply of moisture. \n\nAs I walk, I can see where the rain hits the puddles, creating little rings in the water before being swallowed by the ripple created by the next drop to strike the water.\n\nI absently pull my jacket tighter around myself to ward off the worst of the weather.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>

<<if $Day is 4>><<set $FCounter += 1>><<endif>><<if $FCounter is 3>>I'm standing right in front of the Barmaid's Daughter when a man steps through the door. When his eyes settle on me I see his too large eyes dialate visibly. The sight is so surreal that the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.\n\n"You! You filthy outsider, //she// looks upon you," He tilts his head hard to one side, the crackling of his neck clear in the damp air, "They should have killed you when you first arrived," He roars\n\nPutting actions to words, he lunges at me. \n\n//Who are 'they'?// I have just enough time to wonder before I find myself defending my life.\n\n<<if ($PlayerBrawling + $PlayerStrength) gte 11>>His undisciplined fighting style gives him a moment's advantage, but as soon as I deflect his initial attack, I jab with my right fist catching him in the gut. His breath leaves in whoosh and he nearly falls to the ground.\n\nInstead of staying down like I expect him to, he grabs my legs and stands, hurling me into the air where I crash into the mud several paces away. \n\n"Got some questions to answer," I say through gritted teeth.\n\nYears of experience has me back on my feet even before he can close the distance. Instead of facing a prone opponent, I meet him head on. I swing my fist in a powerful left hook that strikes with bone jarring force. I grit my teeth at the sudden pain lancing up to my elbow. \n\nThe man however does not fare nearly as well. I can see blood at his mouth already where the inside of his cheek was split against his teeth. He starts to turn towards me, spitting blood in my direction.\n\nNot taking any chances, I hit him a second time before he can fully regain his bearings. This time he goes down in the mud. \n\n<<elseif ($PlayerBrawling + $PlayerStrength) gte 6>>His fighting style might be unrefined, but his sudden attack gives him an early advantage all the same.\n\nThe man's fist catches my shoulder with enough force to drive me back a step. His followup to the ribs forces the wind from my lungs. \n\nFor a second, he towers over me triumphantly. He prepares to take another swing at me, but I quickly lunge at him in spite of the fact I can barely breathe. I hit him hard in the chest with my shoulder, knocking him off his feet as I follow him to the ground, driving my own weight into his chest when we land. Air explodes from his lungs.\n\nKneeling over him, I hit him twice in the face, breaking his nose with the second hit.\n\n<<else>><<set $CharHP = 1>>I barely even see it coming. He hits me in the jaw, sending me sprawling to the ground. Before I can regain my bearings, he's already on me, pinning me to the ground as he rains down blows. My head is ringing, stars bursting behind my eyes with every punch as he pummels my face and head. \n\nWithin moments, I can feel my vision starting to blur around the edges, the thought of this man killing me sends a surge of adrenaline through me. With a sudden burst of desperate energy, I drive my knee up into the man's groin. I dont have time to appreciate the expression on his face however. Pitching to the side, I dump the man off of me, and lacking the strength to prop myself up for a proper punch, I bring my elbow down on his face several times instead.\n\nFor the next several seconds, I lay there in the mud beside the man, trying to regain my strength. I can tell that I'm badly hurt, but I somehow manage to stagger to my feet all the same.\n\n<<endif>>I have just enough time to realize that I won the fight, that I might be able to get some kind of answer from this man, when I see blood surge from his mouth.\n\n//What the hell?// I move quickly to help, just in time for him to spout more blackish blood all over my arm and side.\n\nThe man smiles up at me, revealing a double row of pointy, blood covered teeth, shredded flesh between them.\n\nHe chokes, gags, and then pukes another mouth full of blood onto the ground at your feet, bits of flesh that can only be his tongue amongst the gore.\n\nI'm powerless to do anything as I watch this man, this man who just chewed off his own tongue rather than talk to me, as he bleeds quickly bleeds out, sagging into a puddle of his own dark blood.\n\nI stagger back a couple of steps, unsure that there was anything I could do to help the man.\n\nEventually, I step towards the Barmaid's Daughter, stepping inside of the door, "The man who just left here!" I hell, bringing all conversation in the establishment to a halt, "Who was he? And why did he just attack me?"\n\nSeveral of the people in the place look towards Aaron as if seeking an answer, and its Aaron who finally does, "Anton? He's a good man, but doesn't hold his drink well," Aaron looks concerned, then finally asks, "What's this 'Who //was//' business?"\n\n"He's dead. I told him I was going to ask him some questions and he bit his own tongue off."\n\nThe statement leaves several people looking unsettled, especially the females in the tavern.\n\nA couple of people rush past me out the door but one of them quickly returns, "No one there, but there's a lot of blood just outside the door." \n\nConfused, I quickly step back outside the door, and sure enough, blood and bits of flesh still lay in the mud, but the rain is quickly washing the gore away already.\n\nI'm left standing in the mud, wondering what happened. After a while, I take a quick look around the area, but seeing no sign of my attacker, return to where the fight took place. Already, I can barely make out the diluted blood among the puddles.\n\nStepping back inside the Barmaid's Daughter, I try to talk to a few of the people inside, but no one can shed any light on the situation.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>Stepping into the Barmaid's Daughter, I pause for a moment to let my eyes adjust to the lighting in the bar.\n\nThe main room is filled with the stench of cigar smoke, cheap alcohol, and stale sweat, with a none-too-subtle undertone of old piss and vomit.\n\nHanging high on the walls are far too few small oil lamps, illuminating the dim interior with dull flickering light.\n\nThe Barmaid's Daughter is decorated in a nautical theme, old fishing nets, taxidermied sea life, and bits of driftwood. Scattered across the floor is a series of stained tables and old mismatched chairs.\n\n<<if $Day is 2 && $Sighting1 is "Not Played">>Suddenly, my heart races as I see a familiar tuft of carrot red hair near a poorly lit table on the other end of the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\n"Tom!" I call out before I consciously realize what I'm seeing.\n\nThe young man's face looks up suddenly, alarm in his shadowed features, //Its him!// \n\nI've barely finished calling his name when he turns and darts for the exit.\n\n//What the hell?// I think, dashing after him, heedless of who or what I crash into in my headlong rush to catch up with him.\n\nI can hear cries of alarm and outrage in my wake as people's drinks are spilled or they are knocked into other people.\n\nPrecious long seconds later, I finally manage to shove my way out the back door of the Barmaid's Daughter and into the mud slick alley beyond. <<if ($PlayerSecurity + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 10>>I glance around, looking for any sign of Tom's passing. In the mud, I can see a trail of rapidly filling puddles created some someone running down the alley. \n\nI spring back into action, following the footsteps. I almost loose the trail when I see motion near an abandoned building. \n\nThere, more than a block ahead of me, I see someone quickly duck around a corner towards the forest.\n\nI follow, slightly more cautious now. Knowing that the figure is within earshot, I call out, "Tom! I know you can hear me. Its me, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, your father sent me to find you. Please, come out, your father is worried about you, I'm here to bring you home!" \n\nFor a couple of minutes, I stand there, hoping that he will return, but eventually, I let out a heavy sigh.\n\nAs if to add insult to injury, the sky seems to open up with a torrent of rain that leaves me soaked to the bone within seconds. \n\nMy boots squelching in the muck and mud beneath my feet, I make my way slowly back towards the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nOnce back inside, the hostility in the air is almost a physical thing, hard angry eyes turning towards me. \n\n"Sorry," I say softly, doubting that such a simple word will appease the crowd of patrons. To my surprise, I see a couple of them nod and return to their drinks, in the following seconds, others turn their attention back to their companions, their drinks, and their thoughts.\n\nInwardly, I let out a sigh of relief.\n\n[[Next.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<set $Sighting1 to "Played">><<elseif $Day is 2 && $Sighting1 is "Played">>I glance around, looking for any sign of Tom's passing, but seeing nothing, I pick a direction at random and start to run. A minute later, with no further sign of Tom, I yell, "Tom! If you can hear me, its me, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, your father sent me to find you. Please, come out, your father is worried about you, I'm here to bring you home!"\n\nFor a couple of minutes, I stand there, hoping that he will return, but eventually, I let out a heavy sigh.\n\nAs if to add insult to injury, the sky seems to open up with a torrent of rain that leaves me soaked to the bone within seconds. \n\nMy boots squelching in the muck and mud beneath my feet, I make my way slowly back towards the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nOnce back inside, the hostility in the air is almost a physical thing, hard angry eyes turning towards me. \n\n"Sorry," I say softly, doubting that such a simple word will appease the crowd of patrons. To my surprise, I see a couple of them nod and return to their drinks, in the following seconds, others turn their attention back to their companions, their drinks, and their thoughts.\n\nInwardly, I let out a sigh of relief.\n\n[[Next.|The Barmaids Daughter][$Sighting1 to "Played"]] <<else>>Glancing around, I see no sign of his passing.\n\n"Tom! I know you can hear me. Its me, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, your father sent me to find you. Please, come out, your father is worried about you, I'm here to bring you home!" \n\nFor a couple of minutes, I stand there, hoping that he will return, but eventually, I let out a heavy sigh.\n\nAs if to add insult to injury, the sky seems to open up with a torrent of rain that leaves me soaked to the bone within seconds. \n\nMy boots squelching in the muck and mud beneath my feet as I turn towards the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nOnce back inside, the hostility in the air is almost a physical thing, hard angry eyes turning towards me. \n\n"Sorry," I say softly, doubting that such a simple word will appease the crowd of patrons. To my surprise, I see a couple of them nod and return to their drinks, in the following seconds, others turn their attention back to their companions, their drinks, and their thoughts.\n\nInwardly, I let out a sigh of relief.\n\n[[Next.|The Barmaids Daughter]] <<set $Sighting1 to "Played">><<endif>>\n\n<<else>><<if $GooCounter isnot 2>>Near the bar, <<if $Prostitute is "Played">>I see Tanya sitting on a stool.<<elseif $Prostitute is "Not Played">>a pretty girl, probably in her mid twenties.<</if>> Her shoulder length red hair has just a hint of a wave to it. Her piercing green eyes meet mine just a second before a slight smile finds it's way onto her full lips. <<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 12>>For just a second, I think I see a flicker of recognition in her eyes. I wrack my mind for any memory of her, but I quickly come to the conclusion that I don't know her.<<endif>>\n\n<<endif>>Behind the bar, my eyes fall on a portly little man. The thin wisps of hair on his head are matted to his skull with sweat and grime. I see his lip curl in distaste, then he turns his attention back to the bar, pointedly avoiding looking at me. Years of interviewing witnesses and suspects tells me that he doesn't want me here. \n\n<<if $GooCounter is 2>>Letting my eyes trail over the occupants of the Barmaid's Daughter, I see no sign of <<if $Prostitute is "Played">>Tanya.\n\n<<elseif $Prostitute is "Gone">><<else>>the pretty girl from before.\n\n<<endif>>//Must be off entertaining a client.// I think to myself. <<set $GooCounter += 1>><<else>><<if $Prostitute is "Played">>[[Talk to Tanya.|Tanya]] \n<<elseif $Prostitute is "Not Played">>[[Talk to the pretty girl near the bar.|Tanya]]\n\n<<endif>><<endif>><<if $Pr is "Played">><<if $Barkeep is "Played">>[[Talk to Aaron.|Aaron]] <<else>>\n[[Talk to the Barkeep.|Aaron][$Barkeep to "Played"]]<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $Drunk is "Played">>Towards the corner of the room, near the bar itself, I can see the [[drunk from the Church.]]\n\n<<endif>><<if $Room is "Played">><<roomlink "Your room.">><<endif>>\n\n<<townlink "Head into the center of town.">>\n\n<<if $Day is 2>><<set $D2Sleep to "Played">><<endif>><<endif>><<set $GooCounter to random(0,2)>><<endif>><<set $Bed to "True">>

<<back>>\n\n!Abilities\nBrawn: Your physical prowess. This affects the following Skills: Brawling, Firearms, and Intimidation.\n\nIntelligence: Your mental faculties. This affects the following Skills: Investigation, Occult, Perception, and Security.\n\nSocial: Your natural charisma. This affects the following Skills: Etiquette, and Streetwise.\n\n!Skills\nBrawling: Your aptitude in a hand to hand fight.\nEtiquette: Your ability to efficiently interact with civil individuals.\nFirearms: Your aptitude with a firearm. This affects your likelihood of hitting your target.\nIntimidation: Your ability to force individuals to talk when they might not otherwise.\nInvestigation: Your police training, affects what you notice when viewing a crime scene or looking for clues.\nOccult: Your knowledge and understanding of things otherworldly. Helps you understand what you are looking at when seeing things of the occult nature, or helps when deciphering arcane texts and languages.\nPerception: Your alertness, helps you notice details you might otherwise miss.\nSecurity: Your knowledge of how to avoid or circumvent locks or other potential deterrents.\nStreetwise: Your ability to efficiently interact with less savory individuals.\n\n-Just like in any RPG, there is no right or wrong way to build your character, but how you build your character can have a HUGE effect on how the game plays.\n\n-Your core stats can be adjusted as low as 1 or as high as 10. These numbers are not just for skills. Sometimes in the game there will be a raw Attribute check that takes into account your Attribute scores only, without skills associted with them. In other words, you may have more skill points to use if you dump a bunch of points into Intelligence, but you'll suffer in situations that require an unmodified Brawn or Social check.\n\n-Your Attributes are a starting point and can have a huge impact on your skills as they are added to those scores for skill checks in the game.\n\n-Probably 90% of all skill checks range in difficulty from 5-12. For a well rounded game with the largest number of options, dialog, and descriptions during play, I'd recommend getting as many skills as you are able into the 10-12 range.\n\n-Having high rated skills in the range of 13-15 will give you access to scenes, lore, and dialog that would otherwise be impossible to access.\n\n-On rare occasions, skills will work in conjunction with each other, meaning that you might have to possess a combination of two skills at a certain level in order to completely experience the details of a particular scene\n\n-There is no leveling up in this game. Once your character is created, those will be your stats for the remainder of the game. Choose, . . . wisely, . . . \n\n<<back>>

<<if $DeepCombat is "true">><<if $Taint lte 54>>The Deep One looms over me for several seconds before it lets out a soft hiss. \n\nWith morbid fascination, I watch as the small slit along his skin near his groin spreads, a gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to nearly a foot long. \n\nI tense as the thing moves closer, reaching for me. My fight or flight instinct kicks in, and having just lost the fight, I desperately try to make my escape. I’ve barely moved before its hand grabs my ankle painfully, its talons breaking the skin. With almost casual ease, it picks me up by my ankle.\n\n//How could I have thought I had a chance of winning against this thing?// I think in horror, dangling upside down from its outstretched hand. \n\nAs if sensing my resignation, he drops me. I land shoulder first in the muddy ground before landing on my back.\n\nIts large black eyes focused on me, it moves again, but subtly this time as its fingers wrap around its quivering cock.\n\nAll I can do is watch as it strokes itself, its hand moving in a steady rhythm for only a few seconds before he stiffens. With an inhuman whine, its hips shift right as a thick rope of creamy white cum erupts from the tip of its tapered cock. Whether by design, or sheer coincidence, the Deep One’s load hits me full in the face, most of its seed hitting me right across the lips and nose. I gasp, the taste of its salty seed entering my mouth. My head spins, a tingling sensation crossing my face and mouth wherever the Deep One’s seed touched me. \n\nSputtering, I try to spit the stuff out of my mouth, fighting back a gag as I do so. The creature makes a sound somewhere nearby, and I can hear it moving through the undergrowth away from me, but I’m far too preoccupied with trying to get the worst of its surprisingly sticky seed off of me. I scrape at it with my fingers, trying to scrub it away using water from a muddy puddle.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The Deep One stands, unmoving for several seconds, the wet breathing sounds accompanied by the slow rise and fall of its chest are the only indications that it’s a living thing. \n\nThen it blinks, some kind of thin membrane crossing over its eyes just before the lids close and reopen.\n\nWhen it moves, it is with startling speed. Its hand comes out, shoving me hard. I stumble and fall on my back on the muddy ground. Then, before I can react, it’s on me, holding me down with one hand while tugging at my pants with the other. \n\nI hear something tear, then my pants are pulled painfully past my hips with a savage pull. With little doubt remaining as to what the creature’s intentions are, I thrash wildly, if ineffectively, against it. \n\nIt grabs my cock and balls in one hand, its talons just breaking the skin. My struggles end suddenly as a cry of pain escapes my lips.\n\nThe creature seems to consider for several seconds, then releases my tender nethers. As soon as it does so, it roughly flips me over onto my belly, taking hold of my hip with one clawed hand and shoving me face first into the mud and water beneath me.\n\nSputtering mud and water from my mouth, I can feel the creature moving close behind me. Something slick and slimy brushes across my exposed ass, //No! This can’t be happening!// I fight the urge to scream at the futility of my situation.\n\nThe Deep One is uncaring of my lack of consent to this depraved deed though. The second its tapered penis brushes my anus, it presses forward, spearing my ass on its long cock. \n\nThe sound that I make is a mixture of panic and discomfort, like a wounded animal with no way out. \n\nHolding tightly to me, its talons piercing the flesh of my hips, the creature thrusts into my ass like it’s in a rut, hammering away at my anus with a desperate need.\n\nThen I the Deep One tenses, thrusting deep and holding itself there. A tepid wetness fills my bowels suddenly, seeping into my core. The feeling is strange, like someone expanded a balloon within my bowls. The sensation begins to change, my insides tingling as the fluid seems to soak into my body.\n\nMy anus throbs painfully, raw from the buggering I just received. I have to bite my lip to hold back a whimper.\n\nThe Deep One moves, pulling out quickly and leaving my ass feeling empty, aching to be filled again.\n\n//Do women feel like this when a man pulls out?// The thought is strange enough to distract me from my current situation momentarily.\n\nWhen I finally focus on my surroundings again, I begin to notice that the creature is no longer present, having left me, face down in the mud and grime beneath me.\n\nHesitating, I get unsteadily back to my feet. I watch my surroundings for any sign of the Deep One’s return as I pull my pants back up.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>Unsteady, I stumble back, falling on my ass in the muddy water beneath me. \n\nThe Deep one stands where it is for a few more seconds. My eyes drifting down its muscular body. I watch as the small slit along his skin near its groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to about a foot long. \n\nMy eyes widen with horror at the size, and the implications of what is about to happen.\n\nBefore I can even begin to scramble away, the creature is on me, tearing at my clothes. I feel my pants come loose, the sound of something tearing as they are yanked down my legs to tangle around my ankles.\n\nI thrash beneath the thing, hammering at its chest with my fists with no visible effect. \n\nThe Deep One’s cold, rubbery cock brushes between my legs. I tense, unable to do anything but watch.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if it’s in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe Deep One pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>The beast ruts at my new cunt with an obsessive need, the force of its thrusts is almost painful.\n\nMercifully, it’s not long before the Deep One shoves forward. I can feel the tip of its tapered cock press hard against my cervix, nestling at the entrance of my innermost place.\n\nIt twitches inside of me, then jerks hard as I feel a lukewarm wetness start to fill me. I want to be repulsed by what is happening, but my own body betrays me as I shudder in orgasm, my pussy pulsating around the invading member inside of me as it tries to milk all of its seed into my womb.\n\nA few seconds later, it withdraws, making my cunt feel empty, aching to be filled again. \n\nI can hear the creature moving behind me, but by the time I regain enough strength to prop myself up, its already gone.\n\nUnsteadily, I stand, pulling my pants back up to where they belong.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<endif>><<if $Mutation gte 9>>Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I smell the salty ocean air, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 8>> Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nIt’s as if the skin of my face suddenly pulls sight, stretching as I feel a sensation just the wrong side of pain. The feeling eases after a few seconds, but then becomes a tickle across the sides of my neck.\n\nI struggle to take a breath, my hands reaching for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. A sudden revelation makes me shiver inside, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nThen the pain returns.\n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>With the Deep One gone, I have the urge to look myself over, clean myself as I look for what new changes will surely happen to my body.\n\nWith a sense of trepidation, I begin to inspect my aching body. Holding up one of my hands, I can see that the webbing between my fingers is both thicker than before and darker in color. My fingernails having become as black at those of the creature that just attacked me. Their ends now come to a sharp point like a talon.\n\nI sigh heavily in resignation. \n\nI’ve only just started to turn in an effort to be on my way when I feel a strange tickle across the sides of my neck. More troubling to me however is the way my face feels stiff and unresponsive.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath before reaching up towards my neck and face. Touching my face, I can feel that everything seems distorted. My eyes seem to dominate my face, my mouth feels far too large, like a gaping maw. I let my tongue brush along my teeth, finding that they are no longer flat and uniform but are instead slightly rounded points.\n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>I make my way towards a nearby puddle filled with some comparatively clean water. I can barely bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach out, cupping a hand full of water.\n\nI shudder as my hand touches my skin, //The texture, it’s not right.// The thought looms large in my mind. Touching my skin with more care, I realized that it has become rough in places, scaly to the touch.\n\nIn a sudden panic, I start to scrub harder at my skin, trying to return it to its original state.\n\nPain erupts across my arm where I am scrubbing, and when I look, I see a trail of blood across my skin. For just a second, I think it’s merely a wound from my recent fight that I had not yet noticed, but when I see my hand, I know that is not the case.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almost transparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me harder than any physical blow.\n\nI struggle to draw breath as panic seizes me. \n\nThen it gets worse.\n\nMy eyes trail up my arms, noticing that the skin now has a rough, almost scaly texture to it.\n\nReaching for the puddle, I start trying to wash myself, to scrub away this change that has become a part of me even though I know deep down that no amount of water or scrubbing will ever wash away what I am becoming.\n\nWhen I get back to my feet several minutes later, I choke back a sob, then pull my jacket tightly around myself, as if somehow the garment might protect me from the reality of what is happening to me.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>A knot starts to form in my stomach as I start to inspect myself. I begin to feel sick to my stomach as I realize that my skin has taken on a distinctly gray green cast. \n\nMy breathing starts to become labored as fear threatens to overwhelm the more rational part of my mind. It doesn’t help when I notice my hands, a thin web of skin connecting each finger like what you would expect to see on a frog. The webbing is so thin that I can actually see through it just a little bit, like it could easily tear if not careful.\n\n//This is a part of me now.// The thought leaves me shaken.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>Moving to a nearby puddle to clean myself. When my fingers touch my face, I begin to notice the changes that have occurred. My face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch. As I explore further, I notice that my eyes feel large on my face, disproportionately so. My lips seem to stretch wider than I remember.\n\nI turn to the puddle, trying to see my reflection in its surface, though that proves difficult in the constantly rippling pool as raindrops strike it. It does however reveal that my skin looks darker than previously. I quickly turn my attention to my arms and hands, noticing that my skin has taken on a gray green shade like an old bruise that hasn’t quite faded to yellow yet.\n\nA shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Sore from my recent fight, I move towards a puddle where I intend to wash the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nStretching out my hand, I stop just short of the water when I notice my fingernails. Slightly longer, and clearly thicker, they have taken on a bit of a gray color. \n\nPutting the thought aside for the moment, I reach for the puddle again, scooping some of the water to wash away the mud and slime covering my body.\n\nMy fingers barely touch my skin before I notice how tight my face feels, faintly rubbery to the touch. \n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\nMy anxiety only increases when I start to notice that other aspects of my face seem different as well. My eyes feel bulbous, too large for my face. My mouth as well feels like it has been stretched across my face.\n\nDark thoughts fill my head as I finish washing myself up.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>When I look down at myself, I notice that my slightly gray skin has started to take on a rough pebbly texture.\n\nWith morbid fascination, I let my fingers brush over the skin. Only to notice that my fingernails look different as well. They have become darker, obviously thicker and just a little longer as well.\n\n//Is this happening because of those abominations? These Deep Ones?// The implications cause me to shiver.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>My whole body tingles in the wake of the fight. For a few seconds, I think it is just post fight jitters, but then I notice that my skin looks different. \n\n//I’m pale,// I think, //No, that’s not right, my skin has become slightly gray.//\n\nThe thought barely has time to cross my mind before I touch my skin, noticing that the color is not all that has changed. That my skin has taken on a rough pebbly texture as well.\n\nTrying to put what just happened out of my mind, I try to scrub the filth from my body.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<endif>><<set $Mutation += 1>><<set $DeepCombat to "false">><<else>>\n<<if $random is 1>><<if $Mutation lte 9>><<if $Taint lte 54>>This abomonation kicks me in the ribs as I start to get to my feet. I sprawl sideways into the mud.\n\nI can see this hidious thing looking down at me, prowling around me like a predator looking at prey.\n\nOf all the things I expect to see, from this //thing// just walking away, to it moving in for the killing blow, what it does catches me completely off guard.\n\nI stair dumbfounded as it fishes its cock from its patchwork pants. The thing is long and tapered, its dark gray with a hint of pink along its underside. The thing glistens wetly even fresh from the confines of its pants.\n\nI begin to tense up, prepared to fight the creature if it comes any closer. Instead, it holds its ground, beginning to stroke its length with what appears to be a powerful grip.\n\nIts hand is almost a blur of motion as it quickly jerks itself, its hard shaft quivering as it points straight at me.\n\nFearful that any action I might take will result in the thing attacking me again, I wait, searching for some way to safely escape the situation.\n\nSuddenly, this thing jerks its hips, a long thick stream of white shooting from the tip of its tapered cock with incredible percision. The blast hits me right on the upper lip, just to the left of my nose before crossing my face in a way that leaves my lips coated in this thing's salty seed.\n\nI sputter, trying to spit the stuff from my lips, the taste nearly making me gag.\n\nThe creature makes a sound that might be a laugh, but I'm far too preoccupied with getting its surprisingly sticky seed off of my face. \n\nMy face tingles where this abomonation's seed has touched it, and my hands feel the same as I try to scrape it away with my fingers. Eventually, I think I've cleared the worst of it, using a puddle to wash my face and hands when I'm done.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>This //thing// shoves me down into the mud face first. I come up sputtering mud and water from my lips. It then places a hand on the small of my back, pressing me down to the ground before trying to yank my pants down past my hips.\n\nMy pants catch painfully on my hips, I can hear the material straining against his strength. Pausing, it gives a second yank that finally pulls my pants down my thighs.\n\nStrongly suspecting the creature's motives, I thrash about, trying to free myself of its grip.\n\nMy efforts are rewarded by the creature shoving me violently into the muddy ground.\n\nThe creature pauses, and I'm not sure why. It makes a confused sound, then I feel its cold wet hand grab my cock and balls painfully.\n\nI let out a startled sound, thrashing wildly as I frantically try to escale this perverted thing.\n\nIt makes another sound, shoves me face first into the mud again, then shuffles up behind me. \n\nPure panic fills me when something wet and slimy brushes across my ass. //No, no, no, no!// My mind screams in futility.\n\nThe abomonation is oblivious to my wishes in this matter, and a second later, I feel the tapered end of its slick cock brush between my ass cheeks.\n\nIt thrusts forward, missing its mark and gliding along the crack of my ass. A second later, it tries again, this time sinking its long thin penis deep into my anus. The sound that I make is a mixture of discomfort and horror at what is happening.\n\nHolding tightly to my hips, this vile creature fucks my ass with rapid thrusts for several minutes before suddenly tensing. \n\nThen I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing anus.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it is about to introduce me to, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>Defeated, the creature wastes no time shoving me onto my chest. Pressing me into the muddy ground, he yanks my pants down past my hips painfully to expose my ass to the cool air.\n\nI try to get up, to squirm away from the abomonation, but it takes hold of my hips in a powerful grip that seems to emphasize how soft my physical body has become.\n\nThis thing quickly shuffles in behind me, looming over me as I feel something cool and slick slide across my bottom. \n\nI redouble my efforts to escape as I realize this cold rubbery thing sliding along the crack of my ass is this creature's cock.\n\nMy struggles prove futile.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>I can't help but feel shame as this vile //thing// fucks me like I'm nothing more than a whore to be used.\n\nThis continues for several minutes, the creature shoving me back down into the mud dispassionately any time I try to free myself from its grip, or even move so that my face is not being pressed into the muddy ground.\n\nEventually, the thing rutting at my cunt seems to loose its rhythm, its thrusts becoming irregular. Then I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing pussy.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it will inflict upon me, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>><</if>><<if $Mutation gte 10>>Gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to releave the pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI dont know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, its something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean.\n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, like myself. Most are female, many of them are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me. When I pass a chamber with a pair of females and no sign of a male, I slip inside. Glancing down, I'm idly impressed by the sheer size of my manhood, perhaps a foot long and thick as a bottle of beer.\n\nThe females appear receptive, one of them presenting herself with her dark cleft on full display.\n\nMoving forward, I grab hold of the female, her hand reaching down to guide me to her opening before I thrust into her. \n\nIn the water like this, it takes me a moment to find my rhythm, but once I do, its not long before I spill my seed inside of her.\n\nAs soon as I'm done, the second female coaxes me towards her.\n\n//Duty beckons.//\n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean. \n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, similar to myself. \n\nThe few males I see are powerfully built and in most cases, I can see massive erections jutting out in front of them as they fornicate with the considerably more numerous females. \n\nI feel a growing arousal within me, like a need with no outlet. Its only at this moment that I come to a horrible realization. Unlike the Deep Ones around me, I'm sexless.\n\nOne of the Deep Ones swims towards me, its a male. It looks at me, and I can sense a hint of amusement coming from it at my predicament. \n\nThe despearate sound I make is faint in the water, but it seems to carry all around us.\n\n//What kind of hell is this.// I want to weep, but I am unable to do so. \n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>As we swim, I feel a growing ache in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nPausing, I let my hands stray over my belly, then lower, only to discover that my manhood is gone, replaced with an oh so sensitive slit.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<else>>As we swim, I feel a growing hunger in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void, to //feed// the hunger I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Mutation gte 9>>My skin begins to feel funny, like my face is being stretched in strange ways. A few seconds later, I feel a tickle along the sides of my neck.\n\nI take a deep breath that I let out slowly in a failed attempt to calm my nerves before I reach for my face. Everything I touch feels distored, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revalation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost dont feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>With my assailant gone, I pause, part of me wanting to go clean myself and check for what new horror has befallen my body, part of me wanting to walk away in the hopes of not having to face whatever changes I have experienced this time.\n\nMy morbid curiosity wins out. I begin to inspect my body for new changes, changes that are almost immediately obvious.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>Feeling the need to clean myself after the encounter, I find a puddle with some moderately clean water. I can't bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach for the water, cupping the water as I move to wash myself. \n\nI tremble slightly when my hand touches my body, //the texture, its all wrong// the thought nearly overwhelms me. My skin has taken on several rough patches, scaly to the touch. \n\nIn a moment of panic, I scrub at my skin harder, desperate to scrub my skin to its original state. After several minutes, I finally give up, my skin sore in the places I had tried to wash the scaly texture away and having made no progress in changing what had happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almosttransparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me like a physical blow.\n\nFear spikes through me, making it so that I can hardly breathe. I wretch, feeling like I'm about to empty the contents of my stomach, though the action produces nothing. I don't know how long I stare at my hands, unable to fully accept what is happening to me\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>When I begin to clean myself up, I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach as I begin to carefully inspect myself.\n\nEven though I half expect something to have happened to me, I still feel like I'm going to be sick when I realize that my slightly gray skin has become more of a gray green now.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at my hands, my arms, fascenated as much as horrified at this new change I have experienced. Eventually my mind comes back to the present, that this is //my// body experiencing this change. \n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>At a nearby puddle, I start to clean the worst of the filth from my body. As I do so, I begin to notice that my face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch.\n\nTaking a minute to explore my face with my hands, I can feel that my eyes feel different, my mouth wider than I recalled. Quickly turning my attention back to the puddle, the reflection staring back at me has eyes just a little large for the face they are on and a mouth that stretches wider than it should.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>When I start to wipe the worst of the mess from my body, I notice that my fingernails look different. Inspecting further, I notice that they are both thicker than usual and look to be of a gray color.\n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Using a nearby puddle, I spend a couple of minutes washing the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nAs my fingers slide over my skin, I start to notice that in addition to the slight graying of my skin I had noticed previously, my skin has started to take on a rough, almost pebbly texture.\n\n//I need to avoid these //things//, they're doing something to me.// I shudder slightly as I try to consider the implications. Eventually, shaken by the thoughts in my mind, I try to focus my attention elsewhere\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>It takes me a few seconds, but I finally get my pants pulled back up to where they belong. Once done with that, I look for a clean puddle of water to try washing the worst of the mud and grime off of my body.\n\nAs I'm finishing up, I pause, looking at my hands that look paler than usual, with a slight gray tone to the skin. //I guess I'll have to take a proper bath to get the rest of this grime off of my body.// I try desperately to not think about what just happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>\n\n\n<<else>><<if $Taint lte 54>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the muddy street, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The wet cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The sounds of rain striking the rooftops is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//What the fuck does he think// he's //doing?// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He wouldn't have, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold wet of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing wet and chilled, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My mouth feels a little slimy and tastes faintly of salt. Turning my head to the side, I spit a mouth full of whitish plhegm at the ground beside me before wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the muddy street, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The cold wet of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nI notice that my pants are pulled low around my waist, as if my assailant had tried to pull them off of me, then gave up. \n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The soft wishper of light rain falling is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//Please don't.// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He did, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My ass hurts slightly, my pants tangled around my ankles. Reaching back, I touch my tender ass, my fingers coming away with what is clearly cum on my fingertips, //What the fuck is wrong with these people?//\n\nPulling my pants back up and securing my belt, I shudder slightly, not entirely from the cold.<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Stepping forward, my assailant grabs hold of a fist full of my hair, throwing me to the muddy ground. \n\nI catch myself on my hands and knees, my whole world tilting wildly as I try to stay upright. A familiar sound, but one I have difficulty placing in my disoriented state, cuts through the soundof my labored breathing. Turning towards the sound, I see my assailant moving towards me, his zipper down as he fishes his big dick out through the hole. //A zipper.// I think with disgust.\n\nThe man grabs a fist full of my hair again, slapping my face hard. Stars burst forth before my eyes, "Bitch needs to learn her place," He growls.\n\nBefore I have time to figure out what he means, I feel his hard cock shove past my lips into my mouth. I gag from the sudden intrusion, his firm grip on my hair keeps me from jerking away from his offending member. The man fucks my face savagely for maybe a dozen thrusts, then shoves me back down into the muddy street. \n\nI start trying to get up, but I feel his booted foot placed on my ass, then he pushes hard, sending me sprawling in the mud. I'm barely to my hands and knees again before I feel his rough hands on my hips, grabbing my pants and pulling them down almost to my knees with one savage yank.\n\nThe cool air on my ass, and alarmingly wet pussy makes me shiver. A feminine whimper, touched with a hint of fear, escapes my lips. The sound of my own voice, a clear indication of how much I've changed since arriving in Wanton Cove, frightens me almost as much as the realization that I'm about to be raped by this man.\n\nA second pull of my pants pulls them past my knees to tangle around my ankles. Before I can even fully assess my options, I feel both of the man's hands on my hips as he starts to shuffle into place behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\n<</if>>Within moments, the man's thrusting rhythmically into my pussy, the wet sounds filling me with embarrassment as I realize much of it is from the wetness of my own arousal.\n\nIts not long before my own hips are thrusting back to meet his own. The satisfied groan that escapes his lips only serves to make me blush crimson, his own thrusts starting to come quicker.\n\nI can feel a pressure starting to build within me, my pussy's rough fucking sending waves of pleasure through me.\n\nThe man thrusts forward suddenly, holding himself deep within my depths, his cock pressing firmly against my cervix. His cock pulses within me, hot cum exploding against my cerivix in jet after jet of his seed.\n\nMy own pussy convulses, like a massive wave crashing against the shore, the walls of my pussy milking his tool of his cum.\n\nThe man withdraws slowly, I can feel a trickle of his cum slip from my pussy to run slowly down my thigh.\n\nBreathing heavily, I lay face down in the cold, muddy street, my ass up in the air. Behind me, I can hear the man zip his pants back up, then a satisfied chuckle from him before his footsteps retreat into the distance.\n\nBarely fighting back a sob, I spend a few seconds cleaning myself up, then quickly dress myself.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>The man steps towards me in a swift motion, like a cobra striking. His fist flashes out, catching me in the stomach, the air in my lungs expells violently, leaving me gasping to regain my breath. \n\nMy assailant wastes no time in shoving me down on my back on the cold, muddy ground. With a ferral grin, he pounces on me, one of his hands going around my throat while the other goes to the front of my pants, working to free me of my belt and pants. \n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 7>>Batting and clawing futilely at the arm holding my throat and thrashing wildly beneath him, the man barely acknowledges that I'm trying to break free of his grip.\n\nTugging at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 4>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 12>>Clawing and batting at the arm around my throat, my efforts are rewarded with a backhand to my face that leaves me seeing stars. \n\nWith his grip firmer than before, I have small satisfaction at the sight of blood trickling down his arm where my fingernails have gouged deep scratches in the flesh of his arm.\n\nTugging once more at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 4>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) gte 13>>Struggling beneath him, I dig my fingernails deep into the flesh of the man's wrist, probing for the nerve I know is there.\n\nThe man lets out an angry hiss as his grip loosens. Taking advantage of his distraction, I drive my knee up between his legs with enough force to knock him off of me. \n<</if>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Wish a firm push, the man sends me sprawling across the muccy street in the poor part of town.\n\nI barely manage to get to my hands and knees as I try to stand back up when his boot catches me in the ribs. I gasp for breath, the sound a rasping groan as I curl in on myself, my arms protectively over my middle.\n\nA moment later, the man is on me, his hands pulling at my pants. I curl into a tighter ball, trying to make it more difficult to remove my pants, but the errort proves futile. The man half picks me up with the next pull, I think I hear something start to tear, then my pants pull free suddenly, reaching my knees before they catch again.\n\nThe man places a dirty boot on my ass as he pulls one more time, my pants passing my knees to tangle around my ankles.\n\nThe man's caloused hands grip my hips, pulling me to my hands and knees.\n\n//Crack!// His hand strikes my ass with a sound that seems to carry into the distance. A soft chuckle escapes his lips, one of his hands sliding between my legs to brush my moist slit.\n\n"All ready then," The man growls, obviously pleased at my wetness. \n\nThen I feel the man moving behind me, spreading my legs as much as the tangled pants around my ankles will allow as he moves into position behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.<</if>>\n\nA few more thrusts and my body begins to respond on its own. I try desperately to ignore the pleasure, but it only takes a little while before I can feel my body building towards a powerful orgasm.\n\nThe man's cock inside of me glides in and out like a well oiled piston, sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel his pace becoming erratic, his thrusts becoming more insistant as he begins to near his peak.\n\nMy entire body tenses and trembles as my orgasm crashes over me like a massive wave. Behind me, the man holds onto my hips, hilting his throbbing cock deep inside of me.\n\nWith my pussy quivering around the cock probing my womb, I feel the man's penis pulse and jerk inside of me, filling me with a warmth that seems to seep into my soul.\n\nUncerimoniously, the man pulls out, I can feel his cum dribbling down the inside of my thigh.\n\nThe man pulls his pants up, already walking away without so much as a glance back at me.<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><</if>><<set $CharHP = 1>>\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>\n<<set $Mutation +=1>><<endif>>

<<if $Body1Seen is "Not Played">>Moving closer to the scene, the man looks up, towards me. //What's Aaron doing out here?// Is my first thought.\n\nAaron glances at the mass again, then back to me, motioning for me to come.\n\nThe well dressed woman continues to look down at the pale mass on the ground, a blank look with just a hint of shock in her features. It's a look that I came to associate with people who had seen something horrible, and their mind is still trying to make sense of it. \n\n//Good luck with that.// I think darkly.\n\nA moment later, when I can see the shape better, it becomes gut wrenchingly obvious that the mass isn't just another dead fish, or some other bit of sea life, but is instead a pale and naked female body.\n\nMy mind instantly shifts gear, my eyes taking in everything in the immediate area, "Both of you should step back from the body, and don't touch anything." //Why does it feel like I'm suddenly back in my element after leaving the force?//\n\n//She was young, maybe in her mid twenties.// I think, //Dark hair, but it covers her face, obscuring who she might have been. Looks like a dislocated shoulder from the way her arm is twisted to one side. She was in good shape, athletic, . . . // I pause, my attention locked on her ankle, //An old scar, and a nasty one at that. Might be something that can help identify who she was.// \n\nMy eyes never leaving the body, I add, "Stay close, I'd like to ask you both some questions once I've had a chance to examine the body," My voice is firm and focused.\n\n[img[images/shoreBody.jpg]]\n\nSeveral paces away from the body, I pause, my eyes carefully going over every inch of the area surrounding the body for anything that seems out of place. All I see are jagged rocks, small bits of driftwood a bit down the beach, and the water lapping at the rocks right beside the body.\n\nIt takes me several minutes to walk around the body, looking for anything that might explain how, or when, the body might have come to rest among the rocks of Wanton Cove's shore.\n\n<<else>>Stepping back for a moment, I look over the scene again, taking in the details as I consider how best to proceed.\n\n<<endif>>[[Move closer for a better look.]]\n[[Question the woman.]]\n[[Question Aaron.]]\nor\n[[Finish up and move on.|B1Exit]]<<set $Body1 to "Played">>\n\n

Several minutes later, I'm jogging down the old forest trail, watching for the north fork of the trail. \n\nA gunshot, the deep boom of a rifle sounds from somewhere deeper in the frorest.\n\nMy pace slows as I listen. A second gunshot rings out, followed this time by a scream. \n\n<<if $PastorConfront is "True">>//That sounded like it came from the Pastor's place.// My pace quickens once more as I run in that direction. I hear gunfire two more times before I reach the clearing where his house is.\n\n//Boom!// I look towards the house. Vick, //Pastor Erkon// is standing over //something// wriething on the ground. Whatever is it is a mass of tantacles and teeth, blackish blood coating the ground near it and spattered across Victor's front. \n\n"I don't know how, but it got past the bones. I've never seen one of these things so big before," He says to me when he sees my approach.\n\n"What the hell is is?" I ask, my eyes scanning the treeline while keeping half an eye on the tentalce creature.\n\n"They're in the book, you're read it right?" The look in my eyes is all the answer he needs, "Well," He gestures at the thing, "What are you doing out here anyway?"\n\n"Azumi's been taken, Mr Morichi says she'll be at the Cathedral."\n\nI'm only a few paces away when he says, "Catch," and tosses the old Parker double barreled 20 gauge to me. I catch it with one hand, glance at the //thing// dying on the ground, then release the break to fish the spent shell from the one barrel. The other looks good, so I leave it. I'm just about to close the break again when Vick tosses a small leather bag to me, "Ammo, I'll go grab my rifle."\n\nI pause just long enough to check the bag, finding it full of additional shells. I reload the shotgun before stuffing the bag into my jacket and pointing the shotgun towards whatever the thing is on the ground is.\n\nA minute later, the //thing// has nearly stopped moving, and Vick returns with what looks like a hunting rifle in hand.\n\nThe man suddenly seems to pull himself straighter, the result is jarring as this pole of a man suddenly draws himself up to his full imposing height "So it begins," He says, just barely loud enough for me to hear, "We'd better get moving if we're going to help her," He adds much clearer.\n\nLacking any arguement, I nod in agreement. It's not until we are well on our way down the trail before I realize he allowed me to take the lead.\n\nEvery step I take after that makes me more uncomfortable than the last, realizing I have Vick standing right behind me with a rifle. I try to push aside the paranoia, but I can't quite shake the feeling that if he intended me harm, all he would have to do is point and pull the trigger, and I'd never be the wiser.\n\n<<elseif $WoodHouse is "Played">>//That sounded like it came from the Vick's place.// My pace quickens once more as I run in that direction. I hear gunfire two more times before I reach the clearing where his house is.\n\n//Boom!// I look towards the house. Vick is standing over //something// wriething on the ground. Whatever is it is a mass of tantacles and teeth, blackish blood coating the ground near it and spattered across Victor's front. \n\n"Ah doo'n noo how, but it goot pahs me bones. Nevveh een ohn dat big effore," He says to me when he sees my approach.\n\n"What the hell is is?" I ask, my eyes scanning the treeline while keeping half an eye on the tentalce creature.\n\n"Doon know," Vick shrugs, "Wat breens ye oot ere?"\n\n"Azumi's been taken, Mr Morichi says she'll be at the Cathedral."\n\nI'm only a few paces away when he says clearly, "Catch," and tosses the old Parker double barreled 20 gauge to me. I catch it with one hand, glance at the //thing// dying on the ground, then release the break to fish the spent shell from the one barrel. The other looks good, so I leave it. I'm just about to close the break again when Vick tosses a small leather bag to me, "Ammo, I'll go grab my rifle."\n\n//What the hell just happened to his accent?//\n\nI pause just long enough to check the bag, finding it full of additional shells. I reload the shotgun before stuffing the bag into my jacket and pointing the shotgun towards whatever the thing is on the ground is. \n\nI half watch the house for his return, concerned about the sudden change in his behavior, and his suddenly clear speech.\n\nA minute later, the //thing// has nearly stopped moving, and Vick returns with what looks like a hunting rifle in hand.\n\nThe man suddenly seems to pull himself straighter, the result is jarring as this pole of a man suddenly draws himself up to his full imposing height "So it begins," He says, just barely loud enough for me to hear, "We'd better get moving if we're going to help her," He adds much clearer.\n\nLacking any arguement, I nod in agreement. It's not until we are well on our way down the trail before I realize he allowed me to take the lead.\n\nEvery step I take after that makes me more uncomfortable than the last, realizing I have Vick standing right behind me with a rifle. I try to push aside the paranoia, but I can't quite shake the feeling that if he intended me harm, all he would have to do is point and pull the trigger, and I'd never be the wiser.\n\n<<else>>//Sounds like it came from that way,// I glance down the path that I'm already following. Picking up my pace, I start to run. I hear gunfire two more times before I reach a clearing. \n\nStanding in the clearing is a filthy, rail thin man wearing torn clothes. His unkept hair is a tangled mess with bits of what looks like bone woven into it. More importantly, he's standing over //something// wriething on the ground. Whatever is it is a mass of tantacles and teeth, blackish blood coating the ground near it and spattered across the man's front. \n\n"Never seen one this big before," The man says, glancing my direction. I can see his grip on the shotgun tighten for a second, like he's going to try something, but then his grip loosens again, "Catch," He says unexpectedly, tossing the old Parker double barreled 20 gauge to me, "I'm running into the house for my rifle. Watch the treeline."\n\nI release the break, seeing that there's one good shell still loaded before closing it again. \n\nA minute later, the //thing// has nearly stopped moving, and the man returns with what looks like a hunting rifle in hand. "What brings a stranger to my neck of the woods?" The man asks.\n\n"I'm looking for someone, a girl named Azumi. Her father says she was taken to the Cathedral." I watch the man warily.\n\n"Little Azumi? Oh no, . . . " He trails off. I nearly level the shotgun on him when he reaches into his jacket, but when his hand reappears, he is holding a small bag he throws to me.\n\n"Ammo," He says before I can open it, "Name's Vick."\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," I reply instinctively.\n\nThe man suddenly seems to pull himself straighter, the result is jarring as this pole of a man suddenly draws himself up to his full imposing height "So it begins," He says, just barely loud enough for me to hear, "We'd better get moving if we're going to help her," He adds much clearer.\n\nLacking any arguement, I nod in agreement. It's not until we are well on our way down the trail before I realize he allowed me to take the lead.\n\nEvery step I take makes me more uncomfortable than the last, realizing I have Vick standing right behind me with a rifle. I try to push aside the paranoia, but I can't quite shake the feeling that if he intended me harm, all he would have to do is point and pull the trigger, and I'd never be the wiser.\n\n<</if>>[[Continue.|CaveEndgame]]

<<set $Bed to "False">><<set $Day += 1>>//I find myself standing, naked, on the rocky shore of Wanton Cove. The cold, damp air leaving me feeling chilled to the bone.\n\nI know that I need to return to my room, find some clothes, and get warm.\n\nMy bare feet pad across the shore and onto the street that runs through the core of Wanton Cove. My feet slap wetly against the cold street, splashing in puddles that I find myself unable to step around.\n\nUp ahead, the Barmaid's Daughter seems impossibly far away, it's windows dim points of light in a gloomy grey world. \n\nThere are sounds all around me, the ravings of madmen and wails of anguish bound together in a uncomprehendable drone that is impossible to understand, though I know in understanding, I would find salvation.\n\nI push forward, refusing to look to either side, knowing that there are horrors all around and to look on them would draw their attention.\n\nThe Barmaid's Daughter is closer now, though I feel I've traveled towards the tavern for hours.\n\nI see something in a window on the second story, my room. I see a silhouette, a feminine form standing in the room, it's head tilted. I know that she is looking down on my sleeping form.//\n\nThis is only a dream. I can't be in two places at once. I'm asleep in that bed, so I can't be here in the street.\n\n//Around the feminine form, I can see a half dozen or more tentacles reaching out towards where I am sleeping.\n\nFrom the street, I scream at myself to wake up, trying to rouse myself from my slumber, but no matter how hard I try to cry out, no sound escapes my mouth.//\n\n[img[images/Dream1.jpg]]\n\nMy eyes snap open, my heart pounding in my chest. I sit up shakily, becoming aware of how my sweat slick body sticks to the sheets of the bed.\n\nI breathe deeply, trying to calm myself. When I glance out the small window nearby, I see that the grey sky has just started to brighten with the coming day.\n\n<<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>>\n<<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>\n[[Your room.]]

<<set $Bed to "False">><<set $Day += 1>><<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>>\n<<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>Laying in bed, I close my eyes. \n\n//If this storm would just let up. I could take Tom, //Tanya//, and get away from this place.// Even as I think it, I doubt my resolve, //I still need to figure out how this all fits together. How //exactly// that murder is tied to Wanton Cove.// I argue to myself.\n\nSeemingly in response to my thoughts about the storm, the building rattles as the wind buffets it. I can hear the wind whistling around the window in my room.\n\nI open my eyes just a little bit, staring at the blackness outside the window, I watch at the roiling black clouds are illuminated in a series of flashes from within. I can almost fool myself into thinking I see something massive, something alive, moving in the distance. Its hulking form casting an inhuman shadow across the sky.\n\nClosing my eyes tightly, a dank chill seeps into my bones as I pull the covers tightly around myself as if that will somehow ward me against thatever lurks just beyond my sight.\n\n[[Fall into a fitful sleep.|Dream8]]

Sleep does not come easily for me. I lay in bed, tossing and turning for what seems like hours. Sometimes even getting up out of bed to pace about the small room I have rented. \n\nReturning to my bed again, I lay down feeling troubled and impossibly aroused. I consider masturbating, anything to take the edge off, but instead I force my gritty eyes closed. \n\nI don't know that I ever completely fall asleep. I feel like I'm still half listening to the storm outside, the activity in the Barmaid's Daughter below, the entire time I lay in bed. However, when I open my eyes again I can tell that many hours have passed. \n\n//The storm finally let up?// I think in wonder when I realize my room is lit from the light coming through the window.\n\nSitting up stiffly, I groan, //To be even ten years younger again, . . . and maybe take a little better care of myself,// I muse. I rub at my eyes, feeling like I have sand packed beneath their lids, then look outside the window of my room.\n\nThe sky is still filled with dark and angry looking clouds, but they are lighter than they were just yesterday. For the first time in days, I can even make out a brighter patch against the gray backdrop where the sun is. //I slept in,// I realize when I notice how high the sun is in the sky, //It's late morning already.//\n\nTurning toward the little table in my room, I take a step toward it to retrieve the old leather bound tome before I stop short, //It's not there,// I realize. \n\n<<if $PastorBook is "Gone">>My thoughts turn to the creature I encountered on the bluff, wondering what became of her, and what she might have done with the book. Lacking any way to answer my own thoughts, I file the thought away for another time.<<elseif $PastorBook is "Tanya">>My thoughts turn to Tanya's visit, and the hand written note she left me. //Damnit Tom, why? I'm here to help you.// I think in anger.<<else>>//The book was there when I went to sleep,// I think in alarm, looking about the small room for any sign of it. The next couple of minutes become a frantic search of the room, going so far as to flip the mattress of my bed on the impossible chance that the book might be hidden beneath it. \n\n//The book is gone,// The thought chills me, //Someone was in my room while I was sleeping,// A profound sense of disquiet washes over me.\n\nI turn to the door to my room, inspecting it for any sign of forced entry, but see none. Next I turn to the window, finding it still locked from the inside.\n\nUnlocking the window, I throw it open, allowing the cool ocean air wash over me. The brisk air helps to clear my head, but I find myself no closer to discovering how someone might have gained access to my room without a key.\n\n//That rat bastard Aaron would have a copy of the key.//<</if>>\n\nWith that thought first and foremost in my mind, I quickly dress myself and start down the stairs.\n\n[[Downstairs.]]

<<if $CobbIntimidate is "Played">><<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerIntimidation) gte 12>><<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawl) gte 13>>I quickly step into his swing, catching his wrist with one hand and driving my fist into his belly with the other. The piece of wood falls from his hands.\n\nShoving him, I push him solidly against the side of the nearest house, "Want to tell me what that was about?" I ask, my tone angry.\n\n"Fuck you," He hisses, then spits in my face.\n\nThe moment I move to wipe the spittle away, Cobb suddenly thrashes wildly, freeing himself from my grasp and starting to run as fast as his feet can carry him.\n\nI take off running after him, but the man is //fast//, quickly out pacing me.\n\nWeaving around buildings, its not long before I loose track of him.\n\nCursing under my breath, I look around for any further sign of him, but come up empty.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawl) gte 9>>He swings in a downward arc, but I'm just barely quicker. The piece of wood snags my jacket but does not hurt me.\n\nBackpeddaling, I quickly move out of his reach, my hand instinctively reaching for my .38 Special.\n\n"You need to leave this place," He says, holding the stick out in front of himself as if that somehow makes his point, extending it towards me, "Just leave."\n\nFor several seconds, he glares angrily at me, as if prepared to make some further point, then he drops the stick and starts to run away.\n\n//What the hell was that?// I wonder, for a moment thinking about trying to catch him, but then deciding against it.\n\n<<else>>He swings in a downward arc, the piece of wood catching me in the shoulder with enough force to knock me sprawling to the ground. \n\nWhen I look up, its just in time for him to hit me in the ribs with his stick.\n\nAfter a few seconds of not being hit again, I cautiously glance past my arm. \n\nHe's standing beside the building he had originally rushed me from, "You dont have a fucking clue what you've gotten yourself into," He hisses angrily, then throws down the stick and vanishes behind the building.\n\nBy the time I get to my feet, realizing that I dont have any serious injuries, he's long gone.\n\n<<endif>><<else>><<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawl) gte 13>>I quickly step into his swing, catching his wrist with one hand and driving my fist into his belly with the other. The piece of wood falls from his hands.\n\nShoving him, I push him solidly against the side of the nearest house, "Want to tell me what that was about?" I ask, my tone angry.\n\n"You're in over your head, you're messing with things you dont understand," He hisses.\n\nI loosen my grip on him, and in that moment, he jerks hard to one side, freeing himself from my grip and starting to run.\n\nI take off running after him, but the man is //fast//, quickly out pacing me.\n\nWeaving around buildings, its not long before I loose track of him.\n\nCursing under my breath, I look around for any further sign of him, but come up empty.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawl) gte 9>>He swings in a downward arc, but I'm just barely quicker. The piece of wood snags my jacket but does not hurt me.\n\nBackpeddaling, I quickly move out of his reach, my hand instinctively reaching for my .38 Special.\n\n"I really dont want to hurt you, but you //really// need to leave this place," He says, holding the stick out in front of himself as if that somehow makes his point, extending it towards me, "Just leave."\n\nFor several seconds, he glares angrily at me, as if prepared to make some further point, then he drops the stick and starts to run away.\n\n//What the hell was that?// I wonder, for a moment thinking about trying to catch him, but then deciding against it.\n\n<<else>>He swings in a downward arc, the piece of wood catching me in the shoulder with enough force to knock me sprawling to the ground. \n\nShielding myself as best I can, I see him standing over me, stick still raised above his head as if prepared to blugeon me into submission.\n\n"Whoa, cant we talk about this?" I ask cautiously.\n\n"Talk? Like you did on the docks the other day? Fuck you," He throws the stick at me, then starts to walk away.\n\nPart of me wants to rush after him, but the ache in my shoulder tempers my response. By the time I'm back on my feet, Cobb is already gone.<<endif>><<endif>><<endif>><<if $CobbStreetwise is "Played">>"Hey," I say softly in greeting.\n\nCobb's eyes flicker around, as if he thinks we are being watched, "Man, you've kicked up a hornet's nest around here," The old sailor says, a slight tremor in his voice, "You should have got right back on that boat and left, like I told you." \n\nHis head jerks to one side, as if he sees something. Following his gaze, I see nothing of interest in that direction and turn my attention back to him. His bloodshot eyes have already returned to me, "I'm just here looking for someone. Tom, the son of a friend of mine. I find him and I'll be on my way."\n\nCobb seems to deflate a little, "Don't say I didn't warn you," He starts to reach out, as if to reassure me, but then stops, shying away from me, "If you wont listen to reason, then there's nothing I can do for you. Stay the fuck away from me, I don't want to be pulled into whatever you stir up."\n\nThe cold finality of his tone makes me pause, uncertain of how to respond.\n\nI watch as he turns and starts to walk away, between the houses. \n\n<<endif>>[[Continue.|Nice part of town.]]<<set $CobbIntimidate to "Duncel">><<set $CobbStreetwise to "Duncel">>

"Your family has a history in this town," I begin.\n\nMr Morichi raises an eyebrow, his expression turning amused.\n\n"So I was wondering if you might know a little bit about the ruins?"\n\nHe takes a long sip from his cup of tea, then looks down at the half empty cup, "I don't know a lot, but I'll share what I have heard."\n\nFor several long seconds, he looks thoughtful, "I don't know anything for sure, just hearsay and cryptic family diaries," He looks about to take another sip, but then puts the cup down, "Bear in mind that I don't know how much truth there is to any of this. I saw an old family diary when I was a child, I have no idea what became of it, and that diary said this island was chosen for the town of Wanton Cove because of something that was already here. I do not know if that something was the ruins, or something else. I have also heard rumor that the ruins are not abandoned, that someone or //something// may still reside there," He trails off for a second then looks me in the eye, "But regardless, there have always been people who have taken an interest in the ruins for some reason. And for many who find them it becomes an obsession, like a rot that takes hold of the soul."\n\nMr Morichi pauses, refilling his teacup and taking a sip before continuing, "I have never visited the ruins themselves, but I've see evidence of whatever once stood here, all over the island," He pauses, looking concerned, "If I thought it would persuade you, I would ask you to forget the ruins and not spare another thought for those cursed ruins. But since I know better, I will instead ask that you be careful if you seek them out."\n\nHe is quiet for a long while, sipping at his tea as I think about what he said, "I have seen bad people go to that place and come back worse than before. And I have seen good people go to that place and I have not seen them again," He takes another small sip from his cup, his gaze shifting to the choppy waves in the distance out the rain slick windows of the room the two of you are sitting in.\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<set $Morichi to "True">><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[May I see Azumi again?]]\n<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]<<set $RuinsMorichi = "Played">>

Unable to think of a better way to approach the conversation, I come straight out an ask, "My chest hurts and my cock is shrinking," I nearly choke on the words as I say them.\n\nNadia maintains her friendly expression for all of about half a second before bursting out laughing, "Ah!" She starts when she can finally breathe again, "If you aren't a crisp fresh ocean breeze on a muggy day!" \n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//As if your amusement has anything to do with the question. You're reveling in my circumstances!// The thought crosses my mind with the subtlty of a clap of thunder. It takes me only a second to stomp the thought down.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>//What //do// you know about all of this?// I feel like a dark cloud settles suddenly over my soul, trying to smother me. //Can I even trust what you say?//<<elseif $Madness is 1>>My eyes flicker to the rafters, searching for any sign of unnatural shadows //SHE may be listening.//<<else>><<endif>>\n\nHer smile seems to light up her face, but over the next few seconds, something sad seems to creep into her eyes, "Not sure exactly what causes it," She starts, her tone soft, almost conspiratorial, "But this town, or maybe this island, seems to change people."<<if $Mutation gte 4>>\n\nShe fidgets slightly, then reaches for her collar, pulling it back slightly to reveal a path of gray pebbly skin along her collar, "Ran into something in the dark a few months back, and next day I found this," She confesses, her eyes seeming to linger on your own mutations, "Guessing you ran into that same something." She gives me a sympatheitc look, "I do my best to not be judgemental, and I make an effort to avoid drawing attention to things like what's happening to you, especially when," She trails off, moving her collar back up to cover the deformity, "When I'm in the same boat."<</if>> \n\n<<set $random to random(1,5)>><<if $random is 1>>Nadia's eyes flicker to the door just before I hear it open. I step to the side as Nadia begins to speak to the newcomer. After a few minutes, the newcomer buys a few small items, then exits the store.\n\nI see Nadia take a deep breath, "Lot of people in town act strange about things like this, be careful who you talk to about this kind of stuff."\n\nShe glances at the door again, as if making sure the store is still empty except for the two of us, "As I said, I dont really know much, but I do know that people who ask too many questions aroung here have a tendancy to go missing," She grimaces, "Or end up experiencing the kind of thing you're going through."\n\nWith a little shrug, "I'm sorry I can't tell you more than that."\n\n<<else>>"And it seems more inclined to change people who are nosy,' She gives a sympathetic look, "I try to keep my nose out of everyone's business, know what I mean?"\n\nContinuing, she glances toward the door, as if making sure no one has entered, "Lot of people in town act strangely about this kind of thing, downright hostile at times. Most people who start asking around very much find themselves changed, others go missing."\n\nTaking a deep breath, "Be careful who you talk to about this kind of thing. I dont know much, and I'd like to keep it that way."\n\nWith a little shrug, "I'm sorry I can't be of more help than that."\n\n<</if>>[[Visit with Nadia for a minute.]]\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask about Tom.]]<</if>><<if $Jackobson is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon]]<</if>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 2>>\n\n[[You dont know where Mr Jackobson got off to, do you?]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Nadia about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Buy something.|See her wares.]]\n\nor \n\n[[Return to looking around the store.|General Store]]

Self conscious of the changes I have been experiencing since arriving in Wanton Cove, I'm hesitant to enter the room. \n\nMy little cock throbs in my pants, my arousal unusually high as I look at the couple.\n\n//I'm not sure that I should. I need to find Tom and leave this place.// I think uncertainly.\n\n"Come on," The man says, "I don't bite, and she only does if you ask nicely." He jokes.\n\nMy hand strays to the front of my pants, adjusting my erection to make it more comfortable, //Maybe I'll just stay for a few minutes?//\n\n\n[[Nevermind.|Decline the offer.]]\n[[Make her suck my cock.]]\n[[Eat her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her ass.]]\n[[Sixty-nine her.]]\n<<if $Depravity gte 10>>[[Suck her juices off his cock.|ReluctantSuck]]<<endif>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter = random(0, 2)>>\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>>

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<<back>>\n\nChangelog 1.15\n*Added one new branching event to the trail. This one introduces a new horror to the island.\n*Added the "Strange Plant" to the case notes for reference.\n*One new prostitution scene added to the game.\n*One new ending added to the game associated with the prostitution.\n*Includes the usual assortment of bug fixes, spelling/grammar fixes, and all that fun stuff.\n*Changelogs have been changed. We have blind players who play the game using a text reader and their text readers do not read dashes properly all the time, but WILL read asterisks. Short of this somehow breaking the game for other players, all future changelogs in all of our games will use asterisks instead of the dashes that have been used up to this point.\n*It has been reported that sometimes Mr Morichi acts like you haven't met Azumi during the ending when you in fact have. I spent a couple of hours trying to find the source of this bug but was unable to locate it. In the end, I made some adjustments that will hopefully resolve the issue.\n*Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 1/8/19\n*Added about 9k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 477k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.14\n-Wrote a DP scene for the prostitution function. Even managed to work a line into the scene that was a nod to one of my favorite games. ;)\n-Wrote a slightly degrading scene for the prostitution function.\n-Wrote a new blowjob scene for the prostitution function.\n-Wrote a titjob scene for the prostitution function.\n-Includes the usual assortment of bug fixes, spelling/grammar fixes, and all that fun stuff.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 12/12/18\n-Added about 8k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 468k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.13\n-Added a second way into the mansion for those who get thrown out. Includes new scenes and new variants of existing scenes.\n-Added the ability to whore yourself out in the Barmaid's Daughter. It includes a series of scenes that can play out if your Depravity is high enough. These scenes are affected by Depravity and Virginity status. At present there are only three sex scenes (One has several variations), but I plan to add at least two more soon.\n-Added whoring yourself out to the Cheat Menu.\n-Added one new image to the game.\n-There was a broken bit of content in the tavern which was preventing one scene from playing the way it was intended. It has been fixed.\n-Adjusted the chance of Lady Anne appearing in the good part of town. She should appear roughly twice as often now.\n-Spelling/Grammar fixes.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 10/23/18\n-Added about 21k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 460k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.12\n-Added a new ending to the game. This one involves the Tentacled Thing.\n-Added a new White Goo event to the ruins.\n-Added a new function to the Cheat Menu to allow people to generate Tentacled Thing losses more easily. Three losses then encountering the Tentacled Thing again will lead to a new game end.\n-Adjusted Lebron Sisters content so they generate Depravity if you have low enough Depravity.\n-Added a shortcut to the Cheat Menu to include the new Azumi sex scenes from the previous build of the game.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 9/16/18\n-Added about 13k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 439k words of content.\n\nChangelog 1.11\n-New sex content with Azumi. It's a really big scene that can play out in a total of 14 different ways depending on Taint, Depravity, and state of Virginity. (Basically it boils down to 4-5 primary scenes with variations of each.)\n-New conversation with Lady Anne.\n-Added one new image to the game.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 9/11/18\n-Added about 10k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 426k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.1\n-Added one the final scene in the Azumi Origin path. Once you've talked with Lady Anne, seke out Mr Morichi to speak with him. Fair warning, your etiquette skill has a big impact on how volatile this conversation becomes.\n-Added four new sex scenes with the Lebron sisters. All of these have multiple variants depending on your stats.\n-Added two new ambient scenes to the good part of town.\n-Added one new ambient scene to the bad part of town.\n-Added one new ambient scene to the main street in town.\n-Added one new ambient scene to the park.\n-Added four new ambient scenes to Nadia's Shop.\n-Added a Knife to Nadia's shop.\n-Added Cigarettes to Nadia's shop.\n-Got the new items from Nadia's shop coded into the character's inventory.\n-Fixed a bug that was preventing one of the ambient scenes from playing in the good part of town.\n-Added two new images to the game. Character portraits for the Lebron sisters.\n-Added the new interactive scene in the Barmaid's Daughter to the Cheat Menu shortcuts. Should have done that back when it was originally added, my bad.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 8/16/18\n-Added about 9k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 416k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.09\n-Added one new story driven scene related to the "Azumi Origin" path. Once you've talked with Ms Sherwood, seke out Lady Anne for a conversation that perhaps creates as many questions as it answers.\n-Added one new image to the game's intro.\n-Added three new ambient scenes to the Ruins.\n-Added three new ambient scenes to the bad part of town.\n-Added six new ambient scenes to the Barmaid's Daugher. One of these is affected by your current Taint level.\n-Added three new ambient scenes to the main street through town.\n-Added one new ambient scene to the hallway between the tavern and your room.\n-Added one new ambient scene to the forest trail.\n-Added one new ambient scene to the waterfront.\n-Did a minor rewrite to one of the park fountain related scenes. It had the potential to reference the leatherbound tome before you actually acquired it. \n-Found and fixed a bug that was preventing an ambient scene from playing on the main street through town. \n-Found and fixed a bug that was preventing an ambient scene from playing in the Barmaid's Daughter\n-Found and fixed a bug that was preventing an ambient scene from playing in the ruins.\n-Worked through several small improvements, minor bug reports, and spelling errors.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 7/19/18\n-Added about 4k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 407k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.08\n-New Female Deep One fight in the Ruins.\n-New Female Deep One fight on the Waterfront. VERY rare.\n-Updated the Case Notes area with new information related to the "Azumi Origin" story.\n-New conversation with Ms Sherwood for those who have progressed far enough down the "Azumi Origin" path.\n-Did minor rewrires to many of the locations in the game to improve flow. Much of the game was originally written as if you were entering the location from the direction it was first presented for, when you come back through those locations this has caused confusion for some players. I am working to get these discrepancies fixed.\n-Added Female Deep One fight for both the Waterfront and Ruins to the Cheat Menu shortcuts for easy access.\n-Fixed a spacing issue in Nadia's shop that made the Machete difficult to notice.\n-Fixed a bug in Aaron's dialogue about the Ruins.\n-Then realized that there was a second bug related to Aaron and the Ruins, . . . so fixed that too.\n-Fixed a double link issue related to a White Goo event on the Bluff.\n-Fixed a bug with Rose Crow that was tripping up her content a bit.\n-I THINK I fixed a double link issue in the good part of town related to Cobb's scene there.\n-There was a broken set of circumstances when you talk with Tanya about Tom. I've never been able to run down the cause of it, but I did just write a small scene to fill that spot which should prevent people from seeing the blank screen from now on and will fit any timeline in the story.\n-Made a small adjustment to the dialogue in the Fountain Investigation scene to reflect that some players may not have met Nadia yet.\n-Did some major work to the NewGame+. I had failed to reset all of the variables going into the second playthrough. This should now be resolved.\n-Added a possible fix for the money bug that has been lingering for months now. Thanks to HiEv over on TFGamesSite for providing a solution.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 6/29/18\n-Added about 8k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 403k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.07\n-Added a substantial new scene to the Tavern that can trigger at random. New Naughtyness with a chance of raising Depravity.\n-Added new conversation for Azumi.\n-Added two new scenes to the Ruins location.\n-Fixed a bug related to the Dock fight that was spitting the player out in the bad part of town.\n-Added a new title image. It's set up to display randomly. 80% of the time the new one will appear, the rest of the time the original one will appear.\n-Added new image for the first time you visit the Church.\n-Fixed the Lebron Sisters so they cause Taint as intended.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 6/06/18\n-Added about 6k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 395k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.06\n-Added four new sex scenes with the Lebron Sisters. \n-Added one new story driven scene to the Ruins.\n-Added five new ambient scenes to the Ruins.\n-Added three new images to the game.\n-Updated Cheat Menu with shortcuts to the Lebron Sisters sex scenes.\n-Updated Cheat Menu with Ruins combat scenes.\n-Fixed a bug in Aaron's conversation code on the Ruins discussion.\n-Fixed a minor bug that was preventing one of the ambient scenes from playing on the docks.\n-Added a missing link to a couple of places in the combat code. \n-Fixed a bug that was preventing the day count from resetting in New Game +.\n-Fixed some code realted to the Deep One loss scenes. Once done, I streamlined a bit of related code as well.\n-Fixed a bug that was preventing some people from having an exit from the Female Hybrid scene.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 5/11/18\n-Added about 5k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 389k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.05\n-Added new dialog option for Aaron related to Azumi's Origins story.\n-Added a new scene for Toby/Sophie that can play out several different ways depending on your Etiquette skill.\n-Added five new ambient scenes to the Ruins.\n-Improperly coded one of the ambient Ruins scenes in the last build and that was preventing it from appearing. Fixed.\n-Updated Case notes related to the Ruins.\n-Added Case notes related to the Tentacled Thing.\n-Found an ambient event on the waterfront that wasn't properly plugged into the game. It should play normally now.\n-Fixed an issue where the fountain scene mentioned the book from the church even if you didn't find it yet.\n-Added three new images to the game. Busts for Lady Anne, Pastor Erkon, and Victor.\n-Added a missing link to Mr Jackobson's home.\n-Did some rewrites to the Deep One loss scenes in the Ruins to reflect the location they take place.\n-Ran down and fixed a hand full of minor bugs, including one that was preventing some of Rose Crow's content from appearing as well as preventing Felix' entry from appearing in the case notes.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 4/13/18\n-Added about 3k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 384k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.04\n-Wrote two scenes for arriving at the Ruins (One for initial arrival, one followup.)\n-First exploration of the Ruins written and added to the game.\n-Wrote return scene for when you exit the Ruins.\n-Added a new Deep One combat scene to the Ruins.\n-Added the ability to explore the Ruins.\n-Added new enemy that is only available in the Ruins including combat, win scenareo, and 5k words of loss smut. \n-Added new conversation with Vick related to the Ruins along with a followup.\n-Added random event mechanic to the Ruins. \n-Added a total of twelve random events that can be triggered in the ruins.\n-New Game + has officially been added to the game. Progress through one of the main paths of the primary ending of the game and you get to start a new playthrough with your stats maxed out among other perks.\n-Added a link to the WantonVerse Wiki on the start page of the game for ease of access.\n-Fixed several spelling and grammar errors that were reported.\n-Added one new image to the game.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 3/29/18\n-Added about 28k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 381k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.03\n-Updated the Character Creation notes with some new/changed information. A lot has changed in the last couple of years, and those notes did not fully reflect those changes.\n-Updated Case Notes with updated Azumi's Origin notes related to new content in this build.\n-Updated Case Notes with updated Ruins notes. New content is unlocked here through two separate conversations.\n-New ambient content in the good part of town. There are three scenes in total and are all related to one another.\n-New ambient content in the good part of town. There are three scenes in total and are all related to one another.\n-Through the mentioned ambient scenes above, a new NPC has been introduced to the game.\n-New dialog for Nadia related to Ruins story.\n-New dialog for Phil related to Ruins story.\n-New dialog for Aaron related to Ruins story.\n-New dialog for Mr Morichi related to Ruins story.\n-New dialog for Azumi related to Azumi's Origin story.\n-Added two new images to the game.\n-Fixed a host of spelling/grammar errors that were reported.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 3/14/18\n-Added about 5k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 353k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.02\n-New conversation added to Mr Morichi.\n-Added four new ambient scenes on the main street through town.\n-Added the rest of the first meeting with the Lebron sisters.\n-Added first bit of followup content for the Lebron sisters.\n-Added an indicator to fights to give players some idea of how much health they still have.\n-Updated some case notes related to Vick.\n-Updated some case notes related to Azumi's Origin.\n-Updated some case notes about the Ruins.\n-Resolved a host of spelling and grammar errors.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 2/13/18\n-Added about 8k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 348k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.01\n-Wrote new path in the primary ending of the game for male characters. Requires you to have been intimate with Azumi.\n-Added a shortcut to sex scenes in the Cheat Menu. I'm sure I missed a few, but the bulk of that content should be there. If you see something I missed, be sure to let me know and I'll get it added to the game.\n-Fixed a bug where you were not recognizing Mr Morichi at the start of the endgame.\n-Fixed a bug where you and Azumi were not recognizing each other through the window of her room.\n-Closed Tom inquiries after you learn his fate. (Sounds like a couple of things are still flapping in the breeze, still need to make another pass related to her content to shut off the rest of it.)\n-Wrote one small ambient scene for the Barmaid's Daughter that triggers after you loose the old book.\n-New scene in the Park for those who have found the old leather bound tome.\n-Added two new NPCs to the bad part of town (You meet them together.)\n-Added one new piece of completed art to the game.\n-Updated the "People" area of "Case Notes" to include the Lebron sisters.\n-Added New Game Plus option and added Happy Ending through that.\n-Did a minor rewrite for Dewey Anne's content.\n-Fixed several reported bugs and spelling errors.\n-Added about 7k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 340k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog 1.0 (No, this is not the end.)\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 1/18/18\n-Wrote the "Cathedral" segment for the primary game ending.\n-Wrote the "Other World" entry for primary game ending.\n-Wrote "Other world" story progression.\n-Wrote "Male" branch for the primary ending of the game..\n-Wrote both of the "Sexless" branches for the primary ending of the game.\n-Wrote all three of the "Female" branches for the primary ending of the game.\n-Added a single piece of art. A bit of naughtyness for Nadia.\n-Added 14k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to a bit over 333k words of content.\n\n\n\nChangelog .99a\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 1/2/18\n-Resolved a phrasing issue with one of Ms Sherwood's scenes as well as added an additional Depravity check to the scene to create a better range of reactions from the protagonist.\n-Ran down and worked on some issues related to the old leatherbound tome.\n-Wrote one new scene for the game as well as made a couple of minor rewrites.\n-Added 3k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 319k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .99\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 12/19/17\n-Wrote the night 9 scene.\n-Day 10 Tavern Scene\n-Day 10 Forest Scene\n-Added two new pieces of art to the game.\n-Added 5k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 316k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .98\n-Added one new piece of art to the game.\n-Did some minor rewrite to the Night 8 scene.\n-Fixed an error I found in the Night 8 scene.\n-Placed a series of links for Deep One fight loss endings. Hopefully that will get that working correctly.\n-Updated Case Notes, People section to reflect new information about Tanya.\n-New book entry written. This is the last one. Much of the new content in this build is associated this.\n-Added two more ambient scenes to the forest trail.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 12/03/17\n-Added about 7k words of content to the game bringing the game's total size up to about 311k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .97\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 11/17/17. You guys have no idea how much your support means to me, you make all of this possible!\n-Added four new pieces of art to the game, along with two revisions of existing pieces.\n-Added a new scene for Mr Morichi on day 9.\n-Added a new scene for Vick on day 9 (Followup from Mr Morichi scene mentioned above.)\n-Updated conversation for Mr Morichi.\n-Updated conversation for Vick.\n-Updated Case Notes.\n-New content in the Anne resedence.\n-Added about 6k words of content to the game, bringing the game's total size up to about 304k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .96\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 11/09/17. You guys have no idea how much your support means to me, you make all of this possible!\n-Added the Night 8 scene to the game.\n-Fixed a bug where you were able to buy ammo when you didn't have enough money.\n-Fixed a host of spelling and grammar errors.\n-Made some minor changes to madness variant of the night events.\n-New key scene that takes place on the waterfront. 50% chance of it triggering.\n-New conversation option for Lady Anne.\n-Added about 5k words of content to the game, bringing the game's total size up to about 298k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .95\n-Updated "Special Thanks" area with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. 10/20/17 You guys are awesome!\n-Added a new key scene to the bluff that can play out any time on or after day 7. There are three distinct paths through this scene, with multiple variants of each of those paths.\n-New scene with Cobb beneath the church for those of you who asked him to meet you there.\n-Updated "People" area of the case notes.\n-Added a new conversation option for Lady Anne.\n-Added new book reading event to the game.\n-Updated the Book entry in your items.\n-Added about 8k words of content to the game, bringing the game's total size up to about 293k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .94a\n-Fixed a bug where one of Tanya's conversations wasn't giving an exit.\n-Did a minor rewrite for one of Tanya's dialogs.\n-Looked into several other minor issues reported and fixed what I was able to locate. Unresolved items were added to a list to look into further when I have more time.\n\n\nChangelog .94\n-Updated "Special Thanks" passage with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up levels. Than you guys! 10/13/17\n-Took care of a spacing issue on the "People" tab of your case notes.\n-Added two pieces of art to the game.\n-Followup to the Cathedral scene from the previous major build has been written and added.\n-Minor rework of the trail that leads to the cave, along with the related content.\n-Followup from 7th day morning scene with Tanya.\n-Night 7 event has been added to the game. No new content on Day 8 yet.\n-Added new content to the Anne household.\n-Added Dewey Anne to the "People" section of the case notes.\n-Updated case notes with information regarding Tom and Tanya.\n-Added about 4k words of new content to the game. This brings the game's total size up to about 285k words.\n\n\nChangelog .93a\n-Added one piece of art to the game. Should have added it in the previous version but forgot.\n-Fixed a bug that was sometimes preventing people from collecting the book in the Church basement.\n-Fixed a small number of other spelling/grammar issues.\n\n\nChangelog .93\n-Updated "Special Thanks" passage with Patrons who pledged at the $10 and up level. You are awesome! 9/23/17\n-Fixed some spelling and grammar issues. Some of them were reported, others I stumbled across on my own.\n-Added some naughtyness at the Anne household. Scene is locked behind Depravity (Amount depends on how far TFed you are), and is affected by both Taint and virginity status.\n-Did a minor rewrite of the mansion unlock in the hopes of making it a little more obvious to those who have been missing it.\n-Did a minor rewrite for a lot of Azumi's content to show the protagonist's inner struggle to resist her charms.\n-Cleaned up a bit of content related to the Deep One TF. There was a bug reported that I was never able to locate, but after cleaning up some of the code, I am hopeful that its been resolved. That said, if anyone notices something not working right related to fight/loss scenes, let me know and I'll take another look.\n-Added new story driven content to the Cathedral on Day 7.\n-Added new content to Lady Anne.\n-Added new story driven conversations with Aaron (Well, four major variants of the same one depending on story progression and skills)\n-Added one new ending to the game.\n-Added about 8k words of new content. This brings the games total size up to about 281k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .92a\n-Cleaned up some code in the Waterfont area.\n-Cleaned up some code in the Main Street area.\n-Cleaned up some code in the Park area.\n-Cleaned up some code in the Bad Part of town.\n-Cleaned up some code associated with the protagonist's room.\n-Cleaned up some code associated with the Good Part of town.\n-Dropped the ambient content from the Waterfront, Main Street, Park, Bad Part of town, Good Part of town, and your room into a spell checker. Didn't find much, but fixed what I found.\n-I spent a little time looking into a reported issue with the day counter. Wasn't able to duplicate the issue, and its possible that my tinkering may have fixed it. If the issue appears again, please report it so I can take another look.\n-Played around with Tanya's content, should resolve the blank page issue. Had an else/if out of place within the code.\n\n\n\nChangelog .92\n-Updated "Special Thanks" passage with new Patrons at appropriate levels. 9/9/17\n-One of Tanya's sex scenes now has art. See, art that's not associated with an ending! More art will appear in upcoming releases. \n-Rebuilt Lady Anne's intro and wrote three variants of the willing entry scene.\n-Added new dialog for Lady Anne.\n-Added a new story driven scene that should play out on the 7th morning. \n-Added new dialog for Tanya after 7th morning scene.\n-Added about 3k words of content to the game. At the same time, I sent through and streamlined a bit of content, trimming some redundant content from the game that probably cut us by about 1k wors as well. This brings the game's total size up to around 273k words.\n\nChangelog .91\n-Fixed a bug that was causing backgrounds to not always display correctly.\n-Fixed (what I hope is) the last bug related to combat right now. In doing so, I streamlined the code and removed some redundant content. In doing so, shrunk the game size by about1k words. Full credit to Rfpnj for pointing me in the right direction for where that final bit of trouble was.\n-Added first set of conversation options with Lady Anne.\n-Added Lady Anne to the case notes.\n-Added Toby Anne to the case notes.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" passage with some new notes, as well as updated it with new Patrons at appropriate levels. 5/21/17\n-Added about 5k words of content to the game. Between that, and the 1k worth of redundant content that was removed, we've brought the game's total size to a little shy of 271k words.\n\nChangelog .90b\n-Looks like I fixed most of the bugs with the last quickfix build, but missed one. Hopefully this buid will finally resolve the Lady Anne issues that includes a bug that was preventing her followup content.\n\nChangelog .90a\n-Fixed a host of bugs that were reported.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" passage with new Patrons at appropriate levels. 5/18/17\n\nChangelog. .90\n-The usuall minor fixes. Dropped everything up to the arrival in Wanton Cove into a spell/grammar checker and made some fixes/adjustments where needed. Also worked through everything but the cheat menu associated with the sidebar. Elsewhere in the story, if I saw it, it got fixed. \n-Added a new cheat option for Mutation that does +/-2 and can serve to showcase the new set of TF events related to Mutation. \n-Adjusted combat difficulty to make it a little more difficult.\n-Unique fight added to the waterfront on day 7. This fight must be triggered before the related enemy starts to appear randomly in the game.\n-New enemy added to the game. \n-New Enemy scenes added to Forest. 1/6 chance that if there's a fight, it will be this enemy.\n-New Enemy scenes added to Main Street. 1/5 chance that if there's a fight, it will be this enemy.\n-New Enemy scenes added to the bad part of town. 1/5 chance that if there's a fight, it will be this enemy.\n-New Enemy scenes added to the waterfront. 1/3 chance that if tehre is a fight, it will be this enemy.\n-New loss scenes for combat with new enemy.\n-Wrote and added new Mutation based Transformation scenes\n-New NPC: Lady Anne, has been added to the game. She is not complete yet (She is playable to a point), but the framework has been added to allow for future content to be added.\n-Completely rebuilt the code for fight intros. Not only should this fix the combat bugs that were present, but this should also make it easier to work with this code in the future.\n-Added about 27k words of new content to the game. This brings the total game size up to about 267k words. Please note that more than half of this new content is tied up in the new TF sequences and fight loss scenes that are largely repeated between more than one location (Some minor rewrites between locatios.)\n\n\nChangelog. .89\n-The usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes. If I saw it, or someone pointed it out to me, I tried to get it fixed. Found a few I/You instances in the bad part of town among other things.\n-New story driven scene on the main street of Wanton Cove. There are three major branches depending on choices made up to this point in the story, and several variants to those scenes depending on your character's state of Taint and Madness. Implied followup content has not yet been written.\n-Phil has been updated with content related to Madness.\n-Mr Morichi has been updated with content related to Madness.\n-Added image for third Deep One ending.\n-New scene for Mr Morichi to follow up on the fifth book entry.\n-New scene for Azumi to follow up on the fifth book entry.\n-New ambient scene in the mansion on the bluff. New variants for three of the existing scenes.\n-Six new ambient events for the Docks. Two are White Goo events.\n-Wrote one new White Goo event for the bad part of town.\n-Added about 6k words of content to the game, bringing the total up to about 240k\n\nChangelog. 87b\n-Scene involving Town Drunk was working after the latest fix, but his scenes were still buggy. Had an error in the code that was causing it. Easy fix once I knew what I was looking for.\n-Was a bug in the "People" portion of the Case Notes preventing one of the entries from displaying correctly, it was throwing an error instead. Should be fixed.\n\n\nChangelog .87a\n-Bug in the Barmaid's Daughter has been fixed. Town drunk should be working correctly now.\n-Bug(s) in the Church Basement has been fixed That content should be playing correctly now.\n\n\nChangelog .87\n-Updated "People" case notes.\n-Updated "Current Tasks" in case notes.\n-New scene in the lower area of the Church.\n-New location added to the game.\n-Rewrote the 4th book entry to reflect "Madness."\n-Updated Azumi to account for "Madness."\n-Updated Nadia to account for "Madness."\n-Updated Ms Sherwood to account for "Madness."\n-Twelve new ambient scenes on the main street running through town. (Actually, two scenes, but twelve major variants between them.) Some of these are dependant on day, and others are affected by Taint, Madness, or even Depravity.\n-Partial rebuild of the waterfront body scene.\n-Worked through a pile of minor rewrites, spelling fixes, and grammar issues.\n-Once you have met the town drunk, he will then appear in The Barmaid's Daughter. Several small scenes have been written for him. More content will be added to him in the future.\n-New cheat options: Remove Cherry, +/-5 Depravity.\n-Added about 5k words of content to the game, taking the total up to about 234k.\n\n\nChangelog .86\n-Added two new pieces of art. (Related to the Deep One endings.)\n-Fixed a host of spelling and grammar errors.\n-Added four new scenes to the main part of town.\n-Added five new scene to the trail. Four of these have to do with the White Goo.\n-Added one new scene to your room.\n-Added two new scenes to Nadias\n-Added one new scene to the bad part of town.\n-Added one new scene to the good part of town.\n-Added the next night scene. This one has a lot of variants.\n-Updated the Special Thanks passage with people who have pledged at those elvels. (7/3/17)\n-Added about 11k words of content to the game, taking the total word count up to nearly 229k.\n\n\nChangelog .85a\n-Fixed a bug with the book displaying several bits of text instead of just one.\n-Couple of minor rewrites.\n-Fixed some spelling and spacing issues.\n\nChangelog .85\n-Fixed a host of spelling and grammar errors that were reported.\n-Did several minor rewrites that were suggested by players. Still got a few to work through, but make it through about half of the list.\n-Fixed a bug that was making the forest encounter repeatable.\n-Added descriptions for NPCs where appropriate in the "People" section of the case notes.\n-New book entry.\n-New journal entry related to the book.\n-Did a rewrite of a minor scene in the Barmaid's Daughter.\n-Found and fixed a bug where you were being prompted to check into the Barmaid's Daughter when talking to Nadia, even after you had checked in.\n-Wrote and added 2 new scenes for the Cathedral.\n-Wrote and added 3 new scenes for the Trail. One of those is dependant on the day.\n-Wrote and added 1 new scene for the hallway leading to your room. Your current Depravity level affects how the scene plays out.\n-Updated special thanks passage with patrons from relevant levels. (6/15/17)\n-Added about 7k words of content to the game, taking the total word count up to more than 218k.\n\nChangelog .83\n-Added several new options fo the Cheat Menu, including additional options related to Taint, ability to remove Mutation, and ability to restore your own female virginity.\n-Wrote and added 16 new scenes related to the Park. Many of them are dependent on your current state of Madness or what day it is.\n-Wrote and added 6 new scenes related to the Cathedral. Many of them are dependent on your current state of Madness.\n-Wrote and added 28 new scenes to the Barmaid's Daughter. Many of these scenes are dependent on your current state of Madness, what day it is, or your current state of transformation.\n-Wrote and added 5 new scenes for the Church. Three of them are dependant on Madness.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" passage with new Patrons at each relevant level. (6/7/17)\n-Added three new pieces of art to the game. All three are related to the "High Taint Bad End" and are intended to reflect your current state of Mutation.\n-Added about 5k words of new content to the game, bringing the word count up to just a little under 211k words of content.\n\nChangelog .82a\n-Fixed an issue with a blank page in the Tavern.\n-Fixed a bug where the character was not returned to one HP at the end of a fight, resulting in auto loss if you entered a new fight.\n-Some other minor stuff I can't remember right now.\n\nChangelog .82\n-I think (hope) the Tavern bug is finally fixed. If its what I found, it was locking people out of the most involved of the ambient tavern scenes.\n-"Madness" has been fully implemented mechanically.\n-New NPC added to the game in the bad part of town. Unlocked through play.\n-New bad ending added to the game.\n-New scene related to Madness.\n-New scene for Aaron for those with one or more points of Madness.\n-New content related to Azumi for if you're locked out of the mansion.\n-New backdrop has been added to the bad part of town and related scenes.\n-Updated Vick to reflect your state of Madness.\n-Updated Aaron to reflect your state of Madness.\n-Updated Tanya to reflect your state of Madness.\n-Added about 6k words of new content to the game, bringing the game up to about 206k words of content.\n\nChangelog .8a\n-New mechanic added to track "Madness"\n-Cheat menu updated to track "Madness"\n-Cheat menu exits changed to drop you back where you activated the cheat instead of sending you back to your room all the time.\n-A couple of minor rewrites.\n-A couple of spelling/grammar errors have been fixed.\n-Error in one of Tanya's oral sex scenes at low Taint has been fixed.\n\nChangelog .8\n-Fixed a few minor (Non-game breaking) bugs and some spelling/grammar errors.\n-Updated "Special Thanks" page to include Patreons who pledged at those levels.\n-Added the fifth day sleep option and a related scene. No new content starting on Day 6, and still have a couple of loose ends to tie up on day 5 before that is complete.\n-Tanya is now willing to fool around with mid, and high, taint characters. Nine new scenes were written to accomodate this.\n-New scene plays out on the Forest Trail at random. Its a unique event that plays out at random on the 5th day or later\n-Added about 7k words of content, bringing the game up to about 200k words of total content.\n\nChangelog .78a\n-Cleaned up a bit of code with the cave so you can find it AFTER day 3.\n-Took care of a few spelling errors that were reported.\n-Wrote some bad code that were preventing the new Church event from playing, its been fixed.\n-Had a bug in Azumi's code that has been fixed.\n-//Should// have Jackobson's house working and not throwing a blank page anymore. Let me know if there are any troubles associated with it still.\n-Couple of minor rewrites in the game to make content clearer.\n\n\n\nChangelog .78\n-Cleaned up a little bit of code to be easier to work with in the future.\n-Did a couple of minor rewrites.\n-New scene at the Church on day 5.\n-New scene on the Bluff on day 5.\n-Case Notes Updated.\n-New conversation with Phil.\n-May now go visit Azumi.\n-Azumi is now sexable if you have a little depravity.\n-Image added for Church.\n-Did a little rebalancing to combat. Let me know if its too difficult or still too easy.\n-Added 12k words of content to the game, bringing the total up to about 193k total.\n\n\nChangelog .76b\n-A host of minor bug fixes that were breaking some scenes. Hopefully everything is working correctly now.\n-Changed "You" in the sidebar to "Character Details" and moved it to below the day number. I think it looks better that way.\n-Moved Cheat menu to sidebar in the Patreon build. This will make its addition/removal much easier in the future as well as make the mechanic available to players anywhere in the game instead of being limited to the character's room.\n-Minor rewrite to one of Ms Sherwood's scenes.\n-Added two new background images, one for content involving the Barmaid's Daughter, and one for content having to do with Vick's place.\n-Added background images to the Docks, Main Street, and Tavern fights.\n-No significant change to the word count of the game on the grounds that this is a bug fix rather than a content update.\n\n\nChangelog .76\n-The usual bug spelling and grammar fixes.\n-Added a cover image to the game. Art by the talented Silverjile over on Hentai-Foundry. (Added contact information in the main game folder for anyone interested in seeing his other work, or wants to commission any art work.)\n-Added background art to many of the passages. This is a work in progress and additional images will be added as they become available. Thanks to Fae over on TFGamesSite for the great art work.\n-Reworked Bath scenes to reflect Mutations.\n-Reworked Phil to reflect your mutation related changes.\n-Reworked Mr Morichi to reflect your mutation related changes.\n-Reworked Mr Jackobson to reflect your mutation related changes.\n-Reworked Tanya to reflect your mutation related changes.\n-New ambient scenes on the main street of town starting on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes added to the bluff starting on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes added to the good part of town starting on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes added to the forest starting on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes added to the waterfront starting on day 5.\n-New book entry and related content.\n-TheMadExile was kind enough to help with some of the coding issues we had been experiencing. An issue with Mac users running into troubles should now be resolved, and they completely rebuilt the stat portion of character creation to make it more efficient.\n-Added about 6k words of content, bringing the game's word count up to about 181k. This is after TheMadExile cleaned up some of the code and shortened some of the clunky stuff I had added, effectively shorting the game of about 1k words of unneccessary code and text.\n\n\n\nChangelog .73\n-The usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes.\n-Fixed a couple of bugs that I felt were small enough not to be game breaking and therefore opted to wait to release it with this build instead of with a bug fix.\n-Completely rebuilt Ms Sherwood.\n-New Sherwood naightyness for those with a little bit of Depravity and have taken advantage of her more than a couple of times.\n-Reworked Aaron to include some reaction to your Taint and Mutations.\n-Reworked Mr Morichi's Henchman to reflect reactions to both Taint and Mutation better.\n-Reworked Vick to better reflect reactions to both Taint and Mutation.\n-New ambient scenes in the Park that start appearing on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes in the bad part of town that start appearing on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes in Nadias starting on day 5.\n-New ambient scenes in the Barmaid's Daughter starting day 5.\n-New ambient scenes in Church starting day 5.\n-New ambient scenes in Cave starting day 5.\n-Added the complete second string of combat scenes have been added.\n-Added about 22k words of new content. Bringing the word count up to about 176k. It should be noted that of this new content, probably 15k of it is either code or repeated text related to the combat stuff.\n\n\nChangelog .70\n-The usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes.\n-Random events added to the Cathedral.\n-New entries in Case notes.\n-New dialog added for Mr Morichi.\n-Introduced a new NPC (Assuming you have high enough Etiquette skill to open the content that allows you to meet her.)\n-One new erotic scene.\n-Dream Sequence for day four.\n-New endings related to Mutation. Granted, this can not yet be reached through regular play. Temporarily added a cheat option for non-Patrons so you can explore this content. This option will be gone come the next build.\n-Added about 8k words of new content. Bringing the word count up to about 154k.\n\n\nChangelog .67\n-The usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes.\n-Added some some detail to the Cathedral from a couple of builds ago, as well as opened up a new path around the island.\n-Added some dialog options for Mr Morichi.\n-One new erotic scene.\n-New scene in town.\n-Added about 8k words of new content, bringing the total word count up to about 146k.\n\n\nChangelog .64\n-The usual bug spelling and grammar fixes.\n-Added Two new scenes for day 4 as well as some followup content.\n-One of the new scenes is combat oriented and is a unique combat scene. This scene has three different loss scenarios based on your current taint level and is not repeatable without the debug tools specific to the cheat menu version of the game. This scene also introduces the beginnings of a second transformation to the game. The full TF has been writting (Lacking the ending related to it) and coded into the game, though most of it is currently unreachable without the cheat mechanic.\n-Added about 11k words of content to the game, taking it to more than 138k words of total content in the game at this time.\n\n\nChangelog .60\n-The usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes. Including a major rework of the threesome scene at the inn above the Barmaid's Daughter. About 1k words of new content added to the threesome between all the paths to reflect your current physical characteristics.\n-Added two new locations, one of which has content beyond a simple description.\n-Two new NPCs have been introduced. One of which has some content.\n-New item added to the store in town. Becomes available after visiting a certain location in the game on the third day.\n-Followup scenes for those who missed the body on the waterfront on day 2.\n-Night three dream sequence written.\n-New depravity event can trigger in the bad part of town. Very rare.\n-Added about 10k words of new content total, bringing the grand total up to more than 127k words of total content.\n-Patrons who pledged $10 or more have been added to the "Special Thanks" section of the game. You guys are awesome, and you have no idea how much your support means, or how much it helps. Thank you.\n\n\nChangelog .56\n-Your usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes.\n-New conversation options for several NPCs.\n-New "Leatherbound Tome" entires.\n-New naughtyness for fully female characters.\n-Added about 7k words of new content total, bringing the game to a grand total of about 117k words of total content.\n\n\nChangelog .53\n-Your usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes.\n-First of the Day 3 content has been added to the game. (Hang out in a basement, read a creepy book, get hit with a stick, have some laughs, . . . . )\n-New dialog option(s) added to some NPCs.\n-Added about 7k words of new content total, bringing the game to a grand total of about 110k words of content total.\n\n\nChangelog: .50\n-The usual spelling and grammar fixes.\n-Fixed a bug that was keeping Nadia unsexable.\n-Some small cosmetic changes.\n-New items button in the sidebar instead of needing to reference the "you" button. Should serve to make use and reference of items more instinctive.\n-Major update to the content in the sidebar.\n-"Wanton Cove History Book" now has readable content.\n-The remainder of the Day 2 content has been added. (Some followup still needed among NPCs)\n-About 8k words of new content total, bringing the game to a grand total of about 103k words of content.\n\n\nChangelog .45\n-The usual bug, spelling, and grammar fixes.\n-Added naughty endings for combat to replace lethal ones. This affects the Waterfront, Forest, Street, and Slum areas.\n-Bath scenes have been added for all taint levels.\n-A TON of mechanical rework in order to streamline the code/make the code easier to work with/make the game run a little smoother, that should save me a bit of time in the long run.\n\n\nChangelog: .40\n-The usual bug, spelling and grammar fixes.\n-Combat added to Main Street (Three variants)\n-Combat added to Trail (Three variants)\n-New event for Tanya for characters who have talked with Phil about Tom.\n-Five new random scenes for your Room, one of those is HUGE with more than forty different ways it can play out depending on choices made. (Basically, I felt the need to write a little porn for a change.)\n-Increased chance of events when going to your room.\n\n\nChangelog: .30\n-Combat engine built, debugged, gebugged again, and finally got it working correctly.\n-Combat added to Waterfront.\n-Combat added to Tavern.\n-Combat added to Slum.\n-Cabin in the Woods location Added to the game.\n-Ms Sherwood's home Added to the game.\n-First Aid Kit added to the General Store.\n-First Aid Kit made usable from Inventory.\n-First Aid Kit made usable in Combat.\n-Major rework to NPC menus.\n-Recluse NPC Added to game.\n-Ms Sherwood Added to her home.\n-New character to sex up, with two new scenes, one of which has three (Minor) variants.\n-Major rework to random encounters to make taint events to trigger at the time of goo events instead of the next time they navigate to a different location.\n-Major rework to Case Notes section, including updates and cleaning things up a bit. Every person introduced in the game should now appear in the case notes now.\n-Fixed multiple minor bugs, spelling errors, grammar errors, and other minor improvements.\n-No more scene teleportation when navigating from location to location.\n-Trail, Shipbuilder's Shack, and Bluff are no longer accessable on the first day.\n-Tanya received major rework, including two new intro scenes depending on when you talk to her and what you have done up to that point.\n-Default name added to main character make it less likely that you can accidentally leave it blank when starting the game\n-Can no longer go straight back to bed after sleeping the first night.\n-Can no longer buy yourself into debt at the general store.\n-New Font added to the game. I felt it gave the text more flavor. Let me know if you guys don't like it, I can change it back.\n-Tried several different backgrounds for the game. Wasn't happy with any of them. This idea has been put on the back burner, until a suitable background can be located.\n-Reworked some taint/sex scenes to better reflect the character's description.\n-Special thanks to Rfpnj and Sensate for grinding their way through about a dozen test releases. Without all their hard work, this update would still be a long way out, and it would be buggy as hell.\n-60K words of content, 10k more than the previous release.\n-Most recent Test Build: Test .25n\n\n<<back>>

I pull my long coat around myself, if only to cover my fully female body from myself for a fleeting moment.\n\nMercifully, I begin to hear something. Something that momentarily draws my attention away from my physical changes.\n\nThe sound is somewhere between a hum and a chant, with soft moans of arousal punctuating the drone at the very edge of my ability to hear.\n\nI focus on the sound, using it to anchor myself so I do not have to think about my female form too much.\n\nI begin to turn in a slow circle, trying to figure out from which direction the sound might be coming from, but it proves difficult. I've nearly finished turning in a full circle when I notice a patch of the fog that seems darker than the rest. Not for lack of fog, but as if something is pulling the depth and substance from the fog.\n\nMy curiosity winning out over my caution, I take a few steps toward the darkness. I quickly stop short when I realize that I'm merely looking at that black //nothing// from before. \n\nTurning back toward where I had come from, I stagger backward in alarm when I find the void mere inches from my face. \n\nBefore I can fall, I hear the sound of my boot striking wood. Reaching out quickly, I close my hand around a thick length of rope. I look around frantically, trying to orient myself again only to realize that I'm somehow standing on the rope bridge from before, or perhaps another like it.\n\nWhile it only took a single step back to end up on the bridge, it somehow takes me a dozen paces before my feet touch the brown gray soil of the land once more. \n\nI look from side to side, trying to spot the blackness again. It feels like my head is spinning in circles as I try to make sense of my situation, I question my sanity, I question whether this is a dream, and more than anything I feel deep down that I'm not understanding something profound in this moment, like I'm the alien in a place that was never intended to host a being of my limited understanding. And that more than anything makes me feel shaken, knowing that whatever is happening here is so far beyond my understanding that I'll never be able to see the world in the same way ever again. //Is this still my world? Or is this somewhere //else//.//\n\n[[Continue.|HighTaintEnd2]]

<<set $Depravity += 1>><<if $Taint gte 95>>Uncertain about what I'm thinking about doing, I turn towards Azumi. Without warning, she leans in to kiss me on the lips. I can hear her moan happily at the contact. \n\nWith a push, I land on my back on her bed. She quickly straddles me before I can offer any resistance, her hands running over my chest through my clothes once, causing a pleasant tingle, befure she roughly shoves my shirt up over my head. \n\nLooking up into her deep brown eyes, I can see raw hunger in her expression. Once my shirt is off, her hands quickly move to my crotch.\n\nThough I dont try to stop her, I dont try to help either, regardless she has little trouble freeing me of my pants. She climbs off of me just long enough to pull my pants free and toss them on the floor before she pounces on me. Taking hold of both of my legs, she lifts them up into the air, spreading them slightly then draping them over her shoulders. \n\nShe takes her cock in hand, guiding it to my moist slit.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as Azumi's cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of her cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as she settles balls deep inside of me. My eyes bulge at the feeling of her massive cock inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, she holds herself deep inside me before she pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds she's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as she begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\nThere's a look of pure euphoria on her face.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the Azumi a moment to line herself up with my willing hole. With a gentle nudge, she presses forward, her cock sliding into my pussy. \n\nShe then pulls back, then thrusts forward as she begins to fuck me. Looking at her face, she looks to be in a state of complete bliss.\n\n<<endif>>Azumi's hips thrust wildly, with no sense of technique, but instead with a raw need. \n\nAll I can do is moan beneath her as she repeatedly plunges into my depths.\n\nSuddenly, she shoves forward, I can feel the crown of her cock press past my cervix to peek inside my new womb just before she starts to tremble on top of me. Her cock bulges inside of me as it throbs, filling my core with a liquid warmth that brings me to orgasm. My cervix spasms, kissing the tip of her cock as it tries to receive more of her seed.\n\nHer expression is affectionate as she pulls back, her still hard penis slipping free of my hole with a wet sound. I look down to see a strand of her cum connecting us as it sags before finally breaking.\n\nA shy smile crosses her lips, then she quickly stands up, turning away from me as she picks up my pants to return them to me.\n\nIt takes me a minute, especially given how distracted I am by the sight of her naked body, her hard cock still glistening with a mix of our fluids, but I finally get dressed again.\n\nWhen I sit back on the bed, she quickly joins me again, clutching at my arm once more and rubbing her face against my shoulder in a gesture that makes me think of a cat.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 75>>I turn towards Azumi, my other arm slipping around her middle to pull her to me. \n\nWith a surprising display of agility, she pivots and lands on my lap, straddling me. A faint smile is obvious on her lips.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at her, admiring her beauty while fighting the urge to end this before it truly begins. \n\nMy gaze strays to her breasts. I barely have to lean forward to take one of her nipples into my mouth. She moans loudly in delight. After a moment, I move to her other nipple. I can feel her hands encircling my head, grabbing a fist full of hair in each hand as she presses my face into her breasts. By the time she releases me, we're both breathless.\n\nReaching under herself, she unbuckles my pants and shoves them part way down my hips to expose my embarassingly small manhood. She glances down, but shows no sign of dissappointment at the sight. Instead, she lowers herself onto my lap and starts to grind her hips against me. I can feel the tip of my little cock catch at her opening as it slides up and down her slit, but never quite entering her fully. \n\nThe feeling is incredible, and I fall back on the bed, closing my eyes as I try to simply enjoy the sensation of my little cock gliding along her feminine folds.\n\nIt doesn't take long before I can feel the first signs of an impending orgasm, her own movements quickening as she too grows close. She presses down hard on my groin with the next rock of her hips, and I finally feel my short length slip inside just in time to start cumming. At the same time, I can feel her pussy quivering around me, and as I open my eyes, her cock jerks, sending a thick rope of cum flying through the air, most of which flies right over my head, though a little bit of it catches me across the forehead and one cheek.\n\nFor the next several minutes, I try to catch my breath. All the while she continues to move her hips slowly, seemingly to savor the feel of my little penis inside of her pussy.\n\nEventually, she smiles down at me, a little color creeping into her cheeks, //She runs around naked, and NOW she acts embarrassed?//\n\nShe looks away self consciously, then slips out of my lap to sit on the bed beside me. I can tell from the angle of her head that she is looking at my crotch as I pull my pants back in place.\n\nWhen I finally sit back up, she scoots up beside me, pressing her body against my side again.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 40>>As if sensing my thoughts, Azumi stands up quickly, reaching for my pants and pulling them roughly down. The moment my already hard cock comes into view, she smiles broadly, a twinkle in her eye as if she just found some coveted prize. \n\nHer sudden aggression makes me more hesitant than I already was, but she shows no sign of noticing.\n\n"Fuck me from behind," She says, excitement clear in her beautiful voice. Without waiting for any response from me, she crawls up onto the bed on her hands and knees before looking over her shoulder at me.\n\nSwallowing hard, I wonder if its too late to back out. She wiggles her ass at me enticingly.\n\nI pause, looking at the view before me. She has a perfect ass, smooth and pale, with a small anus. Below that is a glistening pussy, so wet in fact that I can see a bead of her juices running down the inside of her thighs already. Beneath her pussy is her scrotum, filled with two full testicles, and her big cock dangles hard beneath her, bobbing with every movement she makes.\n\n"Hurry," She says, arousal thick in her voice.\n\nStepping out of my pants, I move onto the bed behind her. Buying myself a moment of reprieve, my fingers find her pussy, sliding along her velvety folds. She presses back against my fingers, moaning lewdly as she does so. \n\nAfter a few seconds, I replace my fingers with my penis. I barely touch her slit with the tip before she presses back, somehow managing to line herself up perfectly and take me balls deep inside of her with a single swift movement.\n\nHer body trembles, and I realize that the mere act of penetration was enough to make her cum. I waste no time, taking hold of her hips and starting to fuck her. The wet slapping sounds made from our contact fills the room with a steady rhythm. The sound punctuated by her wanton moans.\n\nI can't help but marvel at how tight she feels around me, especially since my manhood has shrunk so much since arriving in Wanton Cove.\n\nNo matter how muck I would like the feeling to continue forever, its not long before I can feel my balls starting to pull tight, my cock swelling slightly as I try to hold back for a few more precious moments. \n\nI can feel her pussy clamp down suddenly, quivering around my length. Suddenly, I couldn't hold back any more if my life depended on it. My cock throbs, firing a blast of my cum into her pussy, a second, third, and even fourth stream flows forth with no sign of slowing. All the while she cries out with her own orgasm, her pussy seemingly intent to milk me dry. My cock twitches again, my balls starting to ache as they give up the last of their contents.\n\nAzumi makes a soft sound of protest as my wilting manhood slips free of her hole, though when she rolls onto her back, there is a content look on her face.\n\nReaching for my pants, I start to put them on. In the meantime, Azumi spreads her legs, showing me her pussy as she begins to play with it. I can see my cum slowly leaking out of her hole as she pushes it back inside with her fingers.\n\nOnce I'm dressed again, I reach out, offering her my hand. She takes it and I pull her back into a sitting position before sitting beside her again.\n\nShe makes a contented sound as she snuggles up beside me.\n\n<<else>>"I'm not really sure if we should be doing this?" I say hesitantly.\n\nAzumi looks up at me with surprise, biting her lip as she smiles in sudden understanding, "Please," The one word is enough to break my reluctance.\n\nI stand up, working the buckle on my pants before taking them off. Meanwhile, Azumi lays back on the bed, spreading her legs for me.\n\nMy eyes are drawn towards the pillar of flesh jutting up from her groin, but my cock seems only interested in the welcoming hole resting beneath it. I crawl onto the bed as I get into position, reaching down, I guide my member to her slit where I slide it along her sopping wet folds once before pushing forward. \n\nThough her pussy is tight, I have no trouble sliding into her. I can feel my balls press firmly against her flesh as my full length enters her.\n\nShe looks up at me, bliss on her face and adoration in her eyes. When I start to move, her eyes roll back in her head slightly as she moans lewdly. \n\nAfter the first couple of thrusts, she begins to move her hips, her movements matching my own perfectly. Between her tightness, and her clear carnal talent, I know I wont last long.\n\nShe wraps her legs around me, her heels on my ass as she encourages me to fuck her harder. I oblige, my pace speeding up significantly. Less than a minute later, my rhythm becomes erratic as I fight to hold back just a little longer, and even so she's still able to match my movements. \n\nWith a loud roar, I struggle to hold back just a fraction of a second longer, but when her heels spur me into her depths again, I loose all control as I begin to paint her womb with my seed. Her vagina convulses around my length, her body trembling as she experiences her own orgasm. I feel something wet splash against my shirt as her cock jerks, spraying cum everywhere.\n\nLong after all my seed is spent, I can feel her pussy still quivering as it tries to coax just a little more out of me. I can see her cock still leaking a lazy stream of cum that is pooling on her belly.\n\nWith some reluctance, I sit up, my wilting cock slipping free of her hole with a soft, sticky wet sound. For a moment, I look at her, enjoying the view of her body before reaching for my clothes to redress.\n\nA couple of minutes later, I sit back on the edge of the bed as she moves to sit beside me.\n\n<<endif>><<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>><<set $AzumiSex += 1>>\n

<<if $Taint lte 49>>I'm only a step past the threshold when a sudden movement draws my attention to a window to my right. For a split second, I think I see a shape behind the stained glass, but even as I look, the pale shadow fades from view.\n\nFeeling uneasy, my gaze lingers on the stained glass window for several more seconds before I turn my attention to [[the interior of the Church.|stepping carefully inside.]]<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>Barely over the door's threshold, I see an all too familiar, feminine shape behind one of the stained glass windows lining the side of the Church.\n\n//Shagth, larlay'eh, larish uch'uuh Zal'chaas?// The feminine voice purrs in the back of my mind.\n\n"I'm not ready yet," I answer. Shivering, goosebumps rising on my arms as I realize I just answered a voice I could not understand.\n\n//What the Hell is wrong with me.// I think, fear welling up inside me like blood from a fresh cut.\n\nThe shape behind the glass tilts its head to one side, something about the movement making her look pleased. Dark shadows seem to reach forward, enveloping her form in tentacles of darkness before fading from view.\n\nMy hand almost strays to my crotch before I manage to stop myself. I shudder as I feel something brush against my crotch, driving my sudden arousal higher. I barely stifle a moan, then the feeling is past. \n\nShaken to my core, I watch the window for several more minutes, unsure if I'm more afraid of her return, or more afraid that she wont.\n\nSwallowing hard, I turn my attention to the [[interior of the Church.|stepping carefully inside.]]<</if>>

No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to pull my eyes off of the man's cock, his length glistening with the woman's juices.\n\nTaking a couple of steps towards him, I fall to my knees right in front of him.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I feel a thrill run through me, part excitement, part fear, and part revulsion at what I find myself wanting to do. Seeing the look on my face, the man merely smiles down at me, pointing his cock straight towards me.\n\nI lean forward, giving the tip a tentative lick, //I can taste her pussy,// I think as the flavor hits my tongue. I give a second, longer lick, letting my tongue linger this time, //Maybe this isn't so bad,// I think as my arousal rapidly increases.<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement, my pussy dampening perceptibly as I lean forward, giving the tip of his cock a tentative lick.\n\n//That tastes nice,// The thought crosses my mind of its own accord. I shudder, and I'm not sure if its because of the person I've become since arriving in Wanton Cove, or if its in arousal.\n\nI let my lips close around the crown of his cock, the ridge around its head just barely outside of my mouth as my tongue twirls slowly around the pulbious purple head of his penis.\n\nClosing my eyes, I savor the texture of the man's precum against my tongue for several long seconds, the tip of my tongue lingering at the little slit at the tip of his cock. <<endif>>\n\nImpatient at my timid approach, the man grabs hold of my head, forcing me down on his cock. Mercifully, he stops half in my mouth, my lips stretched wide over his large cock, before I can gag on his considerable length.\n\nI try to pull back, but the man's grip tightens, refusing my retreat. My eyes widen as he begins to fuck my mouth, never thrusting quite hard enough to make me gag.\n\nIn spite of myself, I find myself enjoying the man's rough treatment. My tongue instinctively twirling around his shaft.\n\n"Oh god, with a little practice you could be a real pro at this," The man says in clear approval.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>A hint of a smile touches my lips before I can suppress it, "I'm going to cum," The man groans, thrusting his cock down my throat. I can feel his big cock throb and swell in my throat, a moment later, I feel warmth gushing down my throat and into my belly. My eyes widen in surprise as I realize that he's cumming down my throat.\n\nWith a satisfied groan, the man pulls his cock out, leaving me gasping for breath, his last trickle of cum coating my tongue with his salty, slimy seed.\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>A hint of a smile touches my lips before I can suppress it, "I'm going to cum," The man groans, thrusting his cock down my throat. I can feel his big cock throb and swell in my throat, a moment later, I feel warmth gushing down my throat and into my belly. My eyes widen in surprise as I sputter, the man's seed quickly overflowing my mouth as he pulls out, spraying an astonishing amount of cum on my tongue, lips, and face. <<endif>>\n\nThe man grinned down at me, his smile a hint unkind. "You'll make a good little slut," He growls.\n\nPutting the odd comment aside, I wipe my mouth. My eyes flicker to the woman, who watched the whole scene with an amused smile on her lips.\n\nTurning away from both of them, I quickly exit the room.\n\nA minute later, [[I find myself back in my own room.|Your room.]]\n\n<<set $Depravity += 1>><<set $Taint += 3>>\n

I scream as I sit bolt upright in bed. My entire body is drenched in sweat, though I shiver uncontrolably.\n\nWith trembling hands, I reach down to touch my body, finding myself to be mostly unchanged from the night before.\n\nIt takes me several minutes to get my breathing back under control, and longer than that before I stop shaking enough that I trust myself to get out of bed. \n\nI look out the window in the hopeless desire to see the clouds part, for just a hint of sunlight to become visible. \n\nInstead, I see the same dark clouds that have plagued my existance for the better part of a week now. I wonder if they are perhaps just a little lighter, though I fear I am merely guilty of wishful thinking.\n\nReluctantly, and questioning my state of mind, I finally slip out of bed and prepare myself for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]

My opponent looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nMy pulse pounding in my ears, I face the inhuman //thing// before me.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tThe abomonation is still on its feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tThe abomonation falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at the creature.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the creature! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tThe abomonation is still on their feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tThe abomonation falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with your First Aid Kit, you tend the worst of your wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> You turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the creature! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by the creature's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|HybridLoss]]\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tThe abomonation's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tThe creature slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,4)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the creature! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tThe creature's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|HybridLoss]]\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tThe creature's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tThe abomonation throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(2, 3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the creature! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|HybridLoss]]\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tThe creature missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nThe abomonation attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tThe creature disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tThe abomonation fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering the creature, you [[flee from your attacker.|Run down part of town.][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|Hybrid1]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|Hybrid1]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: [[Punch the creature.|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\t[[Shoot it|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|I prepare to defend myself.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|I prepare to defend myself.][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

The last of my clothes discarded on the floor, I lay on the bed, my pussy aching with need. I don't have to\n\nI don't have to say a word. With a lewd grin, she moves to stradle me, the fingers of one of her hands part the wet folds of my pussy a second before her own pussy is positioned above my face.\n\nWith a smile, I lick her pussy, a second later, I feel her tongue slide lightly across my slit. I shudder in pleasure. A second lick parts the lips of my pussy and flick lightly across my clit. \n\nA little moan escapes her lips when my own tongue glides over her clit. She pauses with her lips against my pussy, her moan vibrating plesantly against my sensitive flesh. Taking her reaction as encouragement, I focus my attention on her clit, licking and sucking at her erect bud. \n\nWith her lips against my pussy, I feel her tongue slide against my opening, squirming as her tongue begins to work its way into my hole. <<if $Cherry is "True">>Her tongue worms deeper inside of me, the sensation completely alien to me. I tense suddenly as I feel a sudden discomfort when her tongue puts pressure on something inside of me.\n\nAs suddenly as I tense, she stops, lingering at that place inside of me before backing off of me.\n\n//Did she just press her tongue against my hymen?// I barely have time to realize how close I just came to having my cherry popped by this woman when she starts lapping eagerly at my pussy, sending me into a state of bliss that leaves me unable to focus on anything by my own pleasure <<else>>Feeling her tongue work its way deep inside of me, I can't help but moan softly.\n\nTaking my reaction as encouragement, she begins to eagerly tongue fuck my dripping pussy.\n\nAll I can do is lay there on the bed, my eyes closed as I'm nearly overcome by my own pleasure. <<endif>>\n\nWhen I finally start to regain my focus, I return my attention to her clit.\n\nA few seconds later, I feel the bed shift, but I pay little mind to it, my attention focused on the taste of her pussy and the feel of her tongue working its magic on my cunt.\n\nSomething slides past my nose, my eyes focusing on something directly in front of my face. \n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>A mixture of surprise and revulsion cross my features as I see the man's cock before my face, lining up with the woman's cunt and sliding inside.\n\nFrom my position beneath the woman, there's no escape for me. For several seconds, I watch, feeling a hint of arousal, as I see his cock gliding in and out of the pussy I had been licking just seconds before, his low hanging balls swinging only inches above my face. \n\nClosing my eyes, I try to ignore the fact that the man is fucking the woman doggy style so close to my face, instead focusing on the sensations of the womans moans as her lips press firmly against the lips of my pussy.\n\nHer tongue works faster and faster, my own orgasm approaching rapidly.\n\nFrom the sound of the couple's fucking, mere inches from my face, I can tell that the man is nearing his own climax.\n\nI tense, the woman pressing her face tightly against my pussy just a second before I start to loose control. My pussy floods with my juices, spilling out around her lips to soak her face. At the same time, the man above me slams balls deep inside of the woman's cunt. I can see his balls pull up tight in his sack, his muscles clenching rhythmically as he fills her pussy with his cum.\n\nAfter several seconds, he pulls out suddenly, some of his cum dribbling out in his wake to spatter my face with his seed.\n\nThe woman remains on top of me for several more seconds, leaving me unable to wipe the man's cum from my face. When she finally does move, I quickly wipe his seed from my face, while he lets out a soft chuckle.<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>Looking up, I'm surprised to see the man's cock mere inches from my face. I see him line himself up with her cunt, sliding inside in a single motion.\n\nFrom my position beneath the woman, I couldn't escape the situation even if I wanted to, not that I minded the view. I feel my pussy quiver against the woman's mouth as I watch, fascinated, as I see the man's cock sliding in and out of her well lubed pussy like a piston, his balls swinging inches from my face.\n\nReaching up, I rub the woman's clit, my eyes locked on the place where the man's cock keeps vanishing into the woman's cunt. I can't help but smile at the exquisite view before me,\n\nIts not long before I can feel my orgasm approaching. At almost the same time, the man slams deep inside of the woman on top of me. I can see his balls pull up tight, muscles clenching rhythmically as he fills her pussy with his cum. The sight is enough to push me over the edge, my pussy floods with my juices, spilling out around her lips to soak her face.\n\nWhen the man pulls out, a gob of his cum slides from her pussy in his wake, striking me across the cheek and lips as it falls from her pussy. \n\nSurprised, I keep my mouth closed until the woman moves off of me. The moment I can reach my face, I wipe the man's seed from my lips.<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>Looking up, I'm plesantly surprised to see the man sliding his cock into the woman's cunt, his balls brushing over my nose as he sinks his length into her. Leaning forward, I lick the woman's pussy, right where his cock meets the woman's pussy. I can feel the man's shaft sliding along my tongue as I lick at her pussy.\n\nMy pussy aches with need, as the woman's talented tongue coaxes me closer and closer to orgasm. \n\nIts only moments before the woman tenses up above me, a powerful orgasm coursing through her body. At the same time, the man quickly pulls out of the woman's pussy, his cum spraying my face as his cock twitches above me. When he nudges forward, I find my lips wrapping around the crown of his cock, suckling at it for the last couple drops of cum within. \n\nAfter a couple of seconds, the man pulls back, his balls brushing over my forehead as his cock slips free of my mouth. Seeing the cock poised over my face erodes my last bit of resistance, my body tremble in pleasure as I begin to cum, my juices flooding into the woman's mouth.\n\nI can't help but grin as the three of us disentangle ourselves. <<endif>> \n\nQuickly redressing myself, [[I retreat to my own room.|Your room.]]\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<set $random to random(1,8)>><<if $DeepFight is "Played" && $random gte 5>>Nearby, I can see the large creature, one of the gray-green fish men, position itself to attack.\n\nIts body glistens in the rain at it stares unnervingly at me, one eye blinking slowly just a second before the other does.\n\nA cold dread settles into my belly, the familiar weight of my trusty .38 Special bringing me little comfort with what I have little doubt is about to come.\n\nAs if sensing my realization, it bares its mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Making the same sound that drew my attention in the first place, the creature lunges at me.\n\n<<set $DeepCombat to "true">><<set $playerAction to "duncel">><<set $EnemyFlee to "False">><<set $enemyBrawl = random(5,15)>><<set $enemyDefense = random(7,15)>><<set $enemyHP = random(6,9)>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><<elseif $random lte 3 && $Day gte 5>>Motion draws my attention to a sickly pale shape moving my direction. Turning towards it, I can see something hiddeous. \n\nToo wide eyes stare at me as its massive mouth opens to reveal a double row of needle like teeth. \n\nIn instinctively reach for my .38 Special at the same moment the abomonation charges.\n<<silently>><<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(3,15)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(4,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(5,7)>>\n<<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</silently>> \s<<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Near one of the warehouses, I can see someone standing in the shadows, watching me. \n\nI pause, my hand reaching for my .38 Special, its presence bringine me a sense of comfort. Almost as soon as I do so, the figure moves, his stride and demeanor setting off alarms in the back of my mind. \n\nThe man is almost to me by the time my .38 Special clears its holster.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>On the docks, I see a figure looking at me. I can't tell if its a man or a woman, but the anger coming off of the figure is almost a physical thing.\n\nMy hand reaches for my .38 Special at almost the exact moment that I see a smile touch the figure's lips.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I hear a boot strike the wooden dock just outside of my pariphial vision. \n\nInstinct kicks in, I take a half step to the side as I turn towards the sound, my hand finding my .38 Special with practiced ease.\n\nMy .38 Special clears its holster as the figure rushes me.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<silently>><<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyFirearms = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(2,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(3,5)>>\n<<set $weaponChance = random(1,100)>>\n<<if $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $enemyWeapon = "gun">>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 30>><<set $enemyWeapon = "knife">>\n<<else>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</if>><<if $weaponChance lte 3>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,2)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,6)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 25>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 26>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 40>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 75>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 90>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 99>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,5)>><<else>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,50)>><</if>><</silently>> \s<<endif>>\n\n[[Fight|fight]]\n

Each careful step causes a new creak or groan from the old rope bridge. Occasionally I freeze up as I hear a board start to splinter beneath my boot. \n\nI'm nearly half way across the bridge when I dare to look down again. The sag in the middle of the bridge makes it easier to see what is below.\n\nThrough the fog I can see something white, and fluid. It moves gently like something is moving just beneath the surface. <<if $SailorGoo1 is "Played">>The faint glow the substance puts off, accompanied by the smell in the air, I have little doubt that what lies below is a small river of White Goo. \n\n<<if $Taint lte 25>>Feeling more uneasy than I had before, I wonder at the implications.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>I feel a sudden ache in my pussy as a rising tide of arousal leaves me breathless. Tightening my grip on the rope bridge, I spend several seconds fighting back the urge to simply dive over the side of the bridge into the stuff.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 65>>I can feel a rising tide of arousal course through my body, my undersized cock throbbing suddenly in my pants. I take a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself, but it only serves to make things worse as I fill my nostrils with the heady scent of the White Goo. For several minutes I stand there, focusing my thoughts once more.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 45>>My heart suddenly races at the implications. My eyes widening in horror as I wonder what so much of the stuff would do to me.\n\n<</if>><<else>>Looking down, I can see that the stuff puts off a faint glow, and part of me wonders if the stuff accounts for the salty sweet smell in the air.\n\nThough I find myself curious about what the stuff might be, the rational part of my mind suggests that it may be better if I don't find out.\n\n<</if>>I don't know if its because I stood in place for too long, or if there was some other reason, but with a sudden cracking sound that echoes loudly in the fog, the board beneath my feet splinters and gives way.\n\nFrantically, I grasp at the rope bridge, loosing my grip on one side as I fall, then wrenching my arm violently as my other hand catches all of my weight at once. \n\nI make the mistake of looking down in panic, seeing my feet dangling bare inches above the river of White Goo.\n\nWith my free hand, I flail, trying to grab hold of anything that might help hold me up. But its too late. I can't quite get a grip on anything before the fingers of my other hand slip from the rope.\n\n[[I scream as I fall.]]

<<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>Glancing around the room, I find a piece of cloth large enough to wrap the book in. Its not a perfect way to transport the book, but it will keep most of the weather off of it.\n\n//I'll have to work on translating this when I have a moment. Not sure if it has anything to do with the pastor's death, but it never hurts to follow all of your leads.// I think as I tuck the book beneath my heavy coat.\n\nWith one last glance around the room, I turn back to the ladder and climb back up to the Church.\n\n<<else>>With one last glance around the room, I turn back to the ladder and climb back up to the Church.\n\n<</if>><<churchlink "Church.">>\n

[[return|$return]]\n\nNOTES: \n-Many of these scenes are affected by your current Taint and/or Depravity levels. \n-Combat loss scenes have not been added on purpose. Too many things that can break the game if not routed through combat first.\n-Many of these scenes are set up on randomizers so clicking the same link multiple times may result in different scenes even at the same Taint/Depravity levels.\n-Some of these scenes have the potential to break the game if you play them before the game intends, resulting in people you've never met recognizing you, or other weirdness.\n-It is possible that you will be unable to interact with some scenes because where you are in the story or other factors. \n-I have also added several of the non-interactive "Adult" scenes to this list. \n-Its entirely possible that I have missed some of the "Adult" content in the game. If you can think of anything I may have missed, let me know and I will get them added to the game.\n-You have been warned.\n\nBarmaid's Daughter Threesome: \n[[Nighttime Fun]]\n\nBarmaid's Daughter:\n[[Lady public fuck 1]]\n[[Aroused Lady 2]]\n[[Tavern4]]\n[[Tavern7]]\n\nBad Part of town:\n[[ArousedSlum1]]\n[[Slum 3]]\n\nTanya:\n[[MSSN1]]\n[[MSSN2]]\n[[BJ1]]\n[[BJ2]]\n[[DGGY1]]\n[[DGGY2]]\n\nAzumi:\n[[Have sex with her.]]\n[[AzumiSexMid]]\n[[AzumiSexHigh]]\n[[Azumi Rape]]\n\nNadia:\n[[Nadia Sex.|Accept her generous offer.]]\n\nMs Sherwood:\n[[Sherwood Sex]]\n\nAnne household:\n[[Anne Husband Sex]]\n[[Dewey sex.|Ask about her son Dewey.]] (Only Taint +95 will trigger sex here.)\n\nVick:\n[[VickSuck]]\n[[VickDoggy]]\n[[VickMSSN]]\n\nLebron Sisters:\n[[Lebron Home. First]]\n[[Lebron Visit.]]\n\nWhore yourself out: (Requires full female and +4 Depravity to play properly. Otherwise will rout you through some ambient scenes.)\n[[WhoreSelf]]\n\nBestiality:\n[[Puppy Love]]\n[[DogFuck]]\n\n[[return|$return]]

window.getRoomLink = function () {\n\tvar\tchance = random(1, 3);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 2) {\n\t\tpassage = "Your room.";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = commonRoomEvents();\n\t}\n\n\treturn taintLink(passage);\n};

So, you have delved into the darkest depths of our tale, and still wish to see more? \n\nMy, aren't you a brave one.\n\nWe have but one little question before we begin our tale anew:\n\n[[Do you wish to play the game with enhanced stats?]]\n\nor\n\n[[Do you long for a Happy Ending?]]

I bolt upright in bed, sweat dripping from my body and my sheets matted to my skin. A loud rumble of thunder is only just now starting to fade. //That one must have been close.//\n\nMy heart is racing, my pulse loud in my ears. I turn my eyes towards the door of my room, but there is no sign of Tom, or that thing that he had been replaced with. \n\nRattled, I shake my head in a futile attempt to clear it, then glance out the window. \n\n//Storm's still going strong.// I think as another flash of lightline lights the sky. Less than a second later, the roll of thunder follows.\n\nI can tell that its still really early, but I also know I won't be able to get any more sleep after the dream I just woke from.\n\nReluctantly rolling out of bed, I start [[preparing for my day.|Your room.]]

<<if $GooCounter is 0>>Raising my hand, I knock on the old wooden door. The dirty white paint where I hit the door seems to flake off onto my knuckles. \n\nThe sound of my knocking is loud and crisp in the cool, damp air.\n\nFor almost a minute, I wait, listening. Soft groans can be heard from the mansion, like a sleeping giant that I might somehow rouse from its slumber. But it quickly becomes obvious that no one is coming to answer the door.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I raise my hand, using my knuckles to knock on the old wooden door. The sound that is caused is loud and hollow, echoing through the mansion and heard clearly against the backdrop of waves breaking against the rocky shore below.\n\nWaiting for several seconds, I can hear soft creaking sounds from the mansion, though I'm unable to determine if its the sound of someone moving around inside of the house, or if its merely the sound of the old mansion protesting as it settles in the damp earth.\n\nI stand there a little longer in the hopes that someone might answer the door, but eventually decide my time might be better spent by coming back at a later time.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>The sound of my knuckles rapping against the old wooden door is like the distant clap of gunfire in the cool air. \n\nAlmost immediately, I can hear what sounds like footsteps from inside the mansion, and I glance to the side just in time to see a curtain shift slightly.\n\nTaking half a step back from the door for a better look at the window I had seen the curtain move inside of, I wait expectantly.\n\nThe seconds tick on, stretching into minutes. Stepping towards the door again, I knock a second time, but this time I can hear nothing from inside, //Guess they dont want visitors.// I scowl, making mental note to come back at another time.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>\n\n[[Step off the porch.|Bluff]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>The rain falls all around me, fat heavy drops that seem intent on beating me into the ground.\n\nRolling my shoulders, I try to ease the cill tightness in my neck and shoulders with little sucess. <<else>>For a brief moment, there is a small break in the clouds overhead, a ray of sunshine illuminating the area where I'm standing.\n\nMy eyes turn upward in the hopes of catching sight of the sun for the first time since arriving in Wanton Cove, but by the time I can look up, the clouds above me have already closed over the sun like a snuffer draped over a candle to put it out.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]

Standing on the bluff overlooking the ocean, I glance down at the calm waters below. <<if $Day gte 5>> So camlm in fact that I can see raindrops breaking the surface of the ocean.<</if>> \n\nThe water moves gently, barely a rise and fall among the jagged rocks. But more troubling still is the way the wispy tendrils of fog that seem to reach impossibly towards the cliffs. <<if $Day gte 5>>\n\n//You'd think the rain would do away with this fog quickly, but it somehow seems to linger everywhere on this damned island.<</if>>\n\nFor more than a minute, I watch as the fog seems to reach towards me, just a little closer with every little rise of the water. An unexpected wave comes in through the rocks, crashing against the cliff face in a spray of salty water. The wave shifts and breaks the tendrils of fog, causing them to drift back down the cliff.\n\nAs the last signs of the wave vanishes amongst the shifting water among the rocks, the fog seems to recede from the cliff face.\n\nUncomfortable, [[I step back from the cliff's edge.|Bluff]]

A single woman, wrapped tightly in a rain coat makes her way down the street, her pace hurried. Walks only a few paces from where you are standing, only bothering to glance in your direction for the briefest moment before she's past. \n\nYou half turn to watch her go, but at the end of the block she takes the corner and dissappears from sight between two buildings.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>The air is filled with a roar as rain falls in heavy sheets from the unrelenting black sky. Across the street, you can see a pair of figures moving quickly, trying to shield themselves from the rain as they move.<<else>>Two women accompanied by a single younger girl walk huddled in a small group. When you look at them, your innocent glance is returned by uncertain looks. The kind I've seen before when people know something but are far too scared to utter a word. \n\nI make mental note of their faces on the off chance I meet any of them alone, thinking that its possible I could glean some information from them.<<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>A figure is running down the street, wearing clothes that are clearly too large for them. When they get closer, I can see that it’s a woman wearing men’s clothing.\n\nAnywhere else, I’d find the scene amusing, but here in Wanton Cove it only serves to leave me feeling troubled.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>My eyes widen at the sight, not because of the woman or how she is dressed, but instead in horror at the shadows I see, dark patches reflecting off the rain rippled puddles that are formed in each place her boot presses into the muddy street.\n\nI want to cry out, to flee, but instead I am rooted to the spot as I wait for black tentacles of shadow to lunge forth to entangle me. \n\n//It’s not real.// I try to tell myself, but I know the thought for a lie even if I was somehow able to ignore the sound of the laughing whispers that threaten to deafen me.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>The whispers in my mind seem to coo, clearly amused. I try to shut them out, with limited success.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>//Is it really a woman though?// The though sobers my mood.<<else>><<endif>><<else>>As I walk, I can see someone moving down the street, clearly in a hurry. It seems odd the way they are clutching at their clothes, as if trying to hold them in place. It reminds me of a child trying to dress in their parent’s clothes.\n \nAs the figure gets close enough to see clearly, I can see that it’s actually a woman wearing men’s clothing.\n\nI have just enough time to find the scene amusing before I notice the look on the woman’s face. The self-conscious expression leaves my smile stillborn on my lips.<<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n

<<if $Day gte 5>>Looking between two buildings, I can see the rain falling off the roof in a curtain to splash among the mud and grime in the narrow alley. <<else>>A whimper pulls my attention to a narrow alley between two buildings. \n\nA woman, her skirt hiked up around her hips and her underclothes down around her knees is leaning against one wall. Behind her is a man with his pants bunched around his ankles, thrusting into her in a steady rhythm. \n\n<<if $Depravity gte 8>>Seeing the scene fills me with a hint of jealousy, my own arousal becoming nearly impossible to ignore. \n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>> My cock becomes rigid, almost painfully so as it throbs with need. At first, I try to adjust it in my pants, but after a few seconds, I slip my hand inside my pants, my fingers slipping around its girth.\n\nMy eyes never leaving the couple, I time my strokes with the man’s thrusts, imagining what it must feel like to be inside of the woman, her pussy wrapped around my length. \n\nIt only takes a couple of minutes before I can feel the telltale pressure building in my balls, the tightening in my groin as I near orgasm. My hips jerk once as I begin to cum, my seed coating the inside of my pants with a sticky wetness.\n\nWhen I start to focus again, I can see the couple looking at me, both of them watching me as they continue to fornicate.\n\nI half smile, unsure of what else to do, then hastily make my exit.<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>My undersized cock stiffens, almost painfully so. At first, I try to adjust it in my pants, but after a few seconds, I slip my hand inside my pants, my fingers slipping around it.\n\nMy eyes never leaving the couple, I time my strokes with the man’s thrusts, imagining what it must feel like to be inside of the woman, her pussy wrapped around my length. \n\nIt only takes a couple of minutes before I can feel the telltale pressure building in my balls, the tightening in my groin as I near orgasm. My hips jerk once as I begin to cum, my seed coating the inside of my pants with a sticky wetness.\n\nWhen I start to focus again, I can see the couple looking at me, both of them watching me as they continue to fornicate.\n\nI half smile, unsure of what else to do, then hastily make my exit.<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>My tiny cock throbs, painfully hard. I squirm, but nothing I do seems to help. \n\nFinally, I give up on resisting the urge and slip one hand into my pants. At first, I try to take hold of my little cocklet, but finding myself unable to accommodate its small size, I instead start to rub it, like a large clit. \n\nMy eyes almost roll back in my head at the sensation. Timing my movements with the couple coupling, it’s not long before my body stiffens, my penis jerking as I coat my fingers with my own sticky cum.\n\nWhen my head begins to clear again, I notice the couple looking at me, watching what I am doing while still fucking one another. \n\nFeeling sheepish, I pull my hand from my pants and hurry on my way.<<else>>My pussy dampens, and though I try to squeeze my legs together and ignore it, the sensation seems to only grow more intense. \n\nAlmost against my will, one of my hands slips inside of my pants to touch myself, my fingers sliding along the folds of my slick new pussy. My finger’s movements are timed with the man’s thrusts down the alleyway, and it takes only seconds to bring myself to a powerful orgasm that leaves me weak in the knees. \n\nSagging to the muddy ground, I tremble in post orgasm bliss for several seconds before I realize that the couple is looking at me now, still fucking, but clearly both focused on me. \n\nI bite my lip, then stand quickly, hurrying from the scene.<<endif>><<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>I feel a surge of arousal at the sight, feeling a thrill at the thought of being involved in such a tryst. \n\nFor several seconds, I watch until I finally manage to force my eyes away from the scene.<<else>> My eyes widen at the sight and I quickly turn away from the scene.<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]

<<if $GooCounter is 0>>When I see the person, at first I think it's a man, but as our paths draw us closer to one another I start to notice that their facial features are more androgynous. \n\nMy eyes trail over their body, and I can detect a slight swell to their chest, like their shirt might be hiding breasts.\n\nWhen the person notices me looking, they fold their arms over their chest self consciously and make a point of looking anywhere but at me.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>> A woman nearly bumps into me as she passes by, prompting me to look a bit closer. \n\nI quickly do a double take when what I see is not what I expect to see. While the person clearly has a feminine build, and obvious breasts pressing against the front of their shirt, I can also see an adams apple and just a hint of soft hair on their face.\n\nStopping dead in my tracks, I start to turn to keep the person in my sight. The person notices however and their pace quickens, carrying them away from me before I can even think to say something.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<else>>I can see a woman standing in front of a building not far down the street. From where I am walking, I can see her fidget in her clothes, pulling at them as if trying to make it all fit properly. \n\n//If she didn't have a heavy jacket on to protect her from the rain, that dress would look rather flattering on her.//\n\nThe look on her face is one of annoyance as she tries to adjust her breasts to fit properly in the blouse of her dress. Then when she sees me watching, I can clearly see her blush even from where I am standing before she hurries off in the opposite direction.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]

There are two ladies walking along the main street. Both are walking close to one another, the older looking one has her arm around her clearly pregnant counterpart.\n\nThe younger woman is so pregnant that she more waddles than actually walks, and it's fairly obvious that the older woman is there to help. \n\nHooked over her shoulder, the older woman carries a large satchel at her side. When she notices me, she casts a hard glare my direction but never slows as she walks with the younger woman.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]

I struggle to fall asleep for an hour or more. Struggling to come to grips with everything that I learned today. \n\n//Tom,// The thought is surreal, //I found him.// \n\nI turn on my bed, my eyes opening up just wide enough to see the narrow band of light creeping under my door before closing them again. //But now what?//\n\nThat's the thought that dominates my mind as I finally drift off to a fitful sleep.\n\n[[Wake.|Your room.]]

<<if $SherwoodSex is "Not Played">><<if $Taint lte 30>>"Are you ok over there? It looks like you might have an itch that needs scratching," I ask softly.\n\nHer eyes snap up from my crotch, her blush deepening, "I, . . us, . . . should be," She stammers.\n\n"Its ok," I assure her. The way her hands are both shoved between her legs protectively only serves to make my cock harden.\n\nHer eyes wide, they return to my crotch, a mild tremor in her voice as she speaks, " I-I'm a virgin."\n\nThe admission takes me back a little, it takes me a second to regather my thoughts, "I think I can help you out without changing that," I say with my most reassuring smile I can manage.\n\nMs Sherwood's eyes flicker to her Bible, then back to me. Looking ashamed, she turns her eyes away from me and moves her hands away from her crotch.\n\nShe trembles as I touch the hem of her skirt, lifting it enough to slip my arm underneath as I kneel on the floor in front of her.\n\nA shuddering moan makes it past her lips as my hand slides up the inside of her thigh. \n\nWhen she tenses up, I slow my advance significantly, instead allowing my hand to lightly rub little circles on the inside of her thigh. Each circle I rub becomes slightly larger than the last, allowing me to make slow but steady progress towards her fragrant pussy.\n\nEnjoying the caresses, she eventually begins to relax a little, the little moans that escape her lips are a testament to the pleasure she is experiencing.\n\nWhen my fingertips first brush her panties, she lets out a startled moan, tensing a moment after her hips buck involuntarily.\n\nI let my hand remain against her panties, my thumb pressed lightly against her slit through the material until she begins to relax again. Her panties feel wet against my fingers.\n\n"I-I'm not sure thi-" She cuts off as I slide my thumb along her slit, distracting her from her train of thought.\n\nIts only a few seconds before Ms Sherwood begins to move against my hand, her hips moving in time with my thumb sliding up and down her panty covered slit.\n\nThis continues for a couple of minutes before her hands grasp my wrists in a vice like grip, her body shuddering in orgasm as she fights to suppress her cries of pleasure.\n\nWhen she finally starts to relax again, I lean forward, my head under the skirt of her dress. Ms Sherwood lets out a startled cry as I pull her panties to the side, my lips coming in contact with her bare slit as I taste her sex.\n\nHer hands grip the back of my head suddenly, though I'm unsure if even she knows if its to hold me where I am, or to try pulling my head away.\n\nMy tongue darts out, sliding easily along her glistening slit before flicking her clit.\n\nHer moan, part whimper, half cry of pleasure, is all the encouragement I need. I begin to lap at her sex with my tongue, pressing hard enough to part her netherlips as I drink her flowing juices.\n\nFor a moment, I consider plunging my tongue deep into her hole, but her admission to being a virgin restrains me. Regardless, its not long before her body tenses once more, a second, more powerful orgasm coursing through her body.\n\nWhen I slip from beneath her skirts, she's breathing heavily. One hand rests lightly on her bosom, while the other holds the arm of her chair in a firm grip.\n\nHesitantly, she looks me in the eye, "I never," She stops for a second, then tries again, "I didn't know you," She blushes a little darker, swallowing hard, "Maybe we can do that again some time?" She asks, her voice barely a whisper.\n\n[[Continue.|Talk to Ms. Sherwood][$SherwoodSex to "Played"; $Taint += 1]]<<else>>I start to open my mouth to say something, but stop short, //Maybe this isn't such a good idea.// I think dryly. \n\n//Given the changes I've been experiencing, I should at leat try to focus my attention elsewhere.// Attempting to turn my thoughts away from sex for a moment, I decide its best to simply change the subject.\n\n[[Continue.|Talk to Ms. Sherwood]]<</if>><<else>><<set $SherwoodCounter += 1>><<if $SherwoodCounter gte 5 && $Depravity gte 4 && $Taint lte 30>>"Ok," Ms Sherwood says meekly.\n\nLeaning back, she starts to lift her skirt, her eyes flickering to my own. I can see a mix of trust and affection in her expression.\n\nMoving towards her, my eyes never leave hers when I lean close, my face near her own. \n\nSeeing uncertainty enter her expression, I close the short distance between us and let my lips touch hers. \n\nShe seems surprised for a second, then she reluctantly returns the kiss.\n\nNot breaking the kiss, I reach for my belt, unfastening my pants before they slide down to pool around my knees.\n\nShe does not seem to notice.\n\nOne of my hands slides under her skirt, finding her panties. When my fingers slide over her panty clad pussy, her hips buck involuntarily as she tries to grind against my hand. \n\nI quickly pull her panties to the side and let me fingers glide along her wet pussy. She moans into my mouth, her tongue suddenly thrusting forward as if trying to penetrate my mouth the same way I plan to violate her pussy.\n\nShe makes a soft sound of protest when I remove my fingers, using her own juices to lubricate the tip of my cock. A pleased sound escapes her lips when my cockhead brushes her slit, but the moment she realizes its not my fingers pressing against her pussy, she tenses up.\n\nI shove forward. A cry of discomfort, offset by her moan of pleasure, fills the room. Her legs suddenly wrap around me while her hands cling to me, though I dont know if its in the hopes of preventing my escape, or to push me away from her.\n\nBreaking our kiss, I look into her eyes. Her expression is part aroused, part confused as she feels my penis filling her core. \n\nShe opens her mouth, and I'm sure she's going to say something, but instead she pulls my face close to hers as she kisses me with a hungry desperation.\n\nMoving my hips, I begin to fuck her with slow and deliberate movements. Her entire body shudders against mine.\n\nShe tries to move against me, but her inexperience shows as she breaks my rhythm with her awkward motions. Even so, the aroused sounds she is making, combined with the incredible tightness of her pussy convulsing around my throbbing cock is enough to push me over the edge in a matter of a few short minutes.\n\nPressing my hips firmly against her own, she gyrates her hips against me, trying to force more of my length inside of herself. Unable to hold back any longer, my cock begins to jerk inside of her. I can feel the ring of her cervix pressed tightly against the crown of my member as I begin to unload my seed directly into her womb.\n\nHer lips leave mine and I can see a shocked look on her face as she looks into my eyes, her body shuddering as she begins to cum, "Oh, OH! Ohhhhhh." Ms Sherwood's orgasmic moans fill the room.\n\nBy the time I have my pants on again, I can see her fingers sliding along her sex, worry clear in her expression as she rubs my cum into her pussy. She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can say a word, I kiss her one more time, distracting her from whatever she's about to say.\n\nMs Sherwood is breathless when I finally break the kiss again.\n\n[[Continue.|Talk to Ms. Sherwood]]<<else>>"Ok," Ms Sherwood replies to my offer with a nervous smile.\n\nShe lifts her skirt slightly, not willing to meet my gaze as I approach, "Just what you did last time, ok?" She implores.\n\n"Sure," I reply, one of my hands sliding under her skirt and sliding slowly towards her crotch. \n\nHer knees part, allowing my hand better access as I near the damp crotch of her panties. \n\nA little shuddering moan escapes her lips as my fingers slide up and down her slit through her panties.\n\nPulling her skirt up a little, I kiss the inside of her thigh, letting my lips trail upwards towards her moist pussy.\n\nCarefully, I pull her panties to the side, my lips lightly brushing over her netherlips. Both of her hands grasp the back of my head firmly, her hips bucking in an effort to draw my lips more firmly against her sex.\n\nThen my give her exactly what she wants, my tongue gliding between her pussy lips, she moans, shuddering on the verge of orgasm almost before I can begin.\n\nMy tongue has hardly lapped between the sweet folds of her pussy a dozen times before her orgasm crests, her whole body thrashing, her lips pressed firmly together as she attempts to suppress her cries of passion.\n\nI lap slowly at her juices as she begins to calm, causing her to shudder lightly with every movement of my tongue. \n\nWhen she finally releases her grip on my head, I slide from beneath her skirt. Ms Sherwood looks embarrassed and wont meet my gaze, but at the same time, I can see a hint of satisfaction in her expression.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 54>>As I regain my seat, I can't help but notice the way my cock throbs and strains almost painfully within my pants.\n\n[[Continue.|Talk to Ms. Sherwood][$Taint += 1]]<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Moving back from her, slipping back into the small couch across from Ms Sherwood, I can't help but notice the way my little cock throbs insistently, aching to do a job that its now inadequate to perform.\n\n[[Continue.|Talk to Ms. Sherwood][$Taint += 2]]<<else>>Slipping back into the small couch across from Ms. Sherwood, my own pussy feels sopping wet and throbbing with a desperate need to be filled.\n\nWith a conscious effort, I try to focus my thoughts elsewhere.\n\n[[Continue.|Talk to Ms. Sherwood][$Taint += 3]]<</if>><</if>><</if>>

<<if $Mutation gte 9>>Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I smell the salty ocean air, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 8>> Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nIt’s as if the skin of my face suddenly pulls sight, stretching as I feel a sensation just the wrong side of pain. The feeling eases after a few seconds, but then becomes a tickle across the sides of my neck.\n\nI struggle to take a breath, my hands reaching for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. A sudden revelation makes me shiver inside, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nThen the pain returns.\n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>With the Deep One gone, I have the urge to look myself over, clean myself as I look for what new changes will surely happen to my body.\n\nWith a sense of trepidation, I begin to inspect my aching body. Holding up one of my hands, I can see that the webbing between my fingers is both thicker than before and darker in color. My fingernails having become as black at those of the creature that just attacked me. Their ends now come to a sharp point like a talon.\n\nI sigh heavily in resignation. \n\nI’ve only just started to turn in an effort to be on my way when I feel a strange tickle across the sides of my neck. More troubling to me however is the way my face feels stiff and unresponsive.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath before reaching up towards my neck and face. Touching my face, I can feel that everything seems distorted. My eyes seem to dominate my face, my mouth feels far too large, like a gaping maw. I let my tongue brush along my teeth, finding that they are no longer flat and uniform but are instead slightly rounded points.\n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>I make my way towards a nearby puddle filled with some comparatively clean water. I can barely bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach out, cupping a hand full of water.\n\nI shudder as my hand touches my skin, //The texture, it’s not right.// The thought looms large in my mind. Touching my skin with more care, I realized that it has become rough in places, scaly to the touch.\n\nIn a sudden panic, I start to scrub harder at my skin, trying to return it to its original state.\n\nPain erupts across my arm where I am scrubbing, and when I look, I see a trail of blood across my skin. For just a second, I think it’s merely a wound from my recent fight that I had not yet noticed, but when I see my hand, I know that is not the case.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almost transparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me harder than any physical blow.\n\nI struggle to draw breath as panic seizes me. \n\nThen it gets worse.\n\nMy eyes trail up my arms, noticing that the skin now has a rough, almost scaly texture to it.\n\nReaching for the puddle, I start trying to wash myself, to scrub away this change that has become a part of me even though I know deep down that no amount of water or scrubbing will ever wash away what I am becoming.\n\nWhen I get back to my feet several minutes later, I choke back a sob, then pull my jacket tightly around myself, as if somehow the garment might protect me from the reality of what is happening to me.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>A knot starts to form in my stomach as I start to inspect myself. I begin to feel sick to my stomach as I realize that my skin has taken on a distinctly gray green cast. \n\nMy breathing starts to become labored as fear threatens to overwhelm the more rational part of my mind. It doesn’t help when I notice my hands, a thin web of skin connecting each finger like what you would expect to see on a frog. The webbing is so thin that I can actually see through it just a little bit, like it could easily tear if not careful.\n\n//This is a part of me now.// The thought leaves me shaken.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>Moving to a nearby puddle to clean myself. When my fingers touch my face, I begin to notice the changes that have occurred. My face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch. As I explore further, I notice that my eyes feel large on my face, disproportionately so. My lips seem to stretch wider than I remember.\n\nI turn to the puddle, trying to see my reflection in its surface, though that proves difficult in the constantly rippling pool as raindrops strike it. It does however reveal that my skin looks darker than previously. I quickly turn my attention to my arms and hands, noticing that my skin has taken on a gray green shade like an old bruise that hasn’t quite faded to yellow yet.\n\nA shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Sore from my recent fight, I move towards a puddle where I intend to wash the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nStretching out my hand, I stop just short of the water when I notice my fingernails. Slightly longer, and clearly thicker, they have taken on a bit of a gray color. \n\nPutting the thought aside for the moment, I reach for the puddle again, scooping some of the water to wash away the mud and slime covering my body.\n\nMy fingers barely touch my skin before I notice how tight my face feels, faintly rubbery to the touch. \n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\nMy anxiety only increases when I start to notice that other aspects of my face seem different as well. My eyes feel bulbous, too large for my face. My mouth as well feels like it has been stretched across my face.\n\nDark thoughts fill my head as I finish washing myself up.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>When I look down at myself, I notice that my slightly gray skin has started to take on a rough pebbly texture.\n\nWith morbid fascination, I let my fingers brush over the skin. Only to notice that my fingernails look different as well. They have become darker, obviously thicker and just a little longer as well.\n\n//Is this happening because of those abominations? These Deep Ones?// The implications cause me to shiver.\n\n<<else>>My whole body tingles in the wake of the fight. For a few seconds, I think it is just post fight jitters, but then I notice that my skin looks different. \n\n//I’m pale,// I think, //No, that’s not right, my skin has become slightly gray.//\n\nThe thought barely has time to cross my mind before I touch my skin, noticing that the color is not all that has changed. That my skin has taken on a rough pebbly texture as well.\n\nTrying to put what just happened out of my mind, I try to scrub the filth from my body.\n\n<<endif>><<set $Taint += 5>>

Entering the small, overgrown park, I see someone standing on the other side of the park.\n\nWhen the figure moves, I see a flicker of red hair under their wide brimmed hat. //Tom?//\n\nBefore I consciously make a decision, I'm already in motion, my footsteps taking me rapidly across the small park. As I'm passing the fountain, I see the figure begin to move. For a split second, I get a better look at the figure. The red hair is about shoulder length, and the person's features are much thinner and feminine than Tom's.\n\nMy pace slows as I continue across the park, the momentary excitement of finding Tom quickly replaced by disappointment as I realize the figure isn't him.\n\nBy the time I reach the place the figure had been standing, they are long gone. I take a second to search my surroundings, glancing at the muddy holes that the figure's boots had made.\n\nI start to turn back the way I came when I see part of a hand rolled cigarette in a clump of grass nearby. Kneeling, I pick it up. The smell of smoke is still strong from the cigarette, and unlike everything else around me, its still dry to the touch.\n\n//So, our redhead is a smoker.// I file the little bit of information away in my head in case it ever becomes useful.\n\nFlicking the cigarette into the mud at my feet, I drift back into the park.\n\n[[Return my attention to the park.|overgrown park]]

Nadia's General Store has a slight musty smell about it. My boots striking the wooden floor is loud in the otherwise quiet store.\n\nA cursory check of the store reveals that the shelves are stocked with the kind of food and equipment that one would expect of a small store in a meager town like Wanton Cove.\n\nSlowly, I make my way through the store, taking note of what is here in case I have need of anything later.\n\nTowards the back of the store, I come across a large counter-top, an assortment of candies and trinkets on display around an old button operated till. \n\nDirectly behind the till is a middle aged lady. Her flowing brown hair hangs loose down her back. Her dark tanned skin is weathered and leathery. Her brown eyes meet my own, the smile on her lips just barely touching her eyes.\n\nWhen she opens her mouth to speak, I see that she is missing one of her front teeth, "And what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" She purrs. Leaning over the counter-top, her ample bosom threatening to spill out of her frilly white shirt.\n\n<<if $Nadia is "Played">>[[Talk with Nadia.|Nadia]]<<else>>[[Talk with the shopkeeper.|Nadia]]<</if>>\n\n[[See her wares.]]\n\n<<townlink "Head into the center of town.">>

The rain falls hard, I can hear the raindrops thundering against the leafy canopy far above. \n\nRemarkably though, I realize that very little of the rain is actually reaching the ground where I am standing.\n\nI glance about, noticing the way that water seems to run down the buildings, following every little contour as the water makes its way toward the ground. But when the water reaches the base of the buildings, it quickly vanishes between the cracks in the old road. \n\n//Is that by design?// I have to wonder.\n\nTurning my eyes to the ground at my feet, I realize that the paving stones appear completely dry still.\n\nNot sure what to think about what I am seeing, I force my attention back to the ruins as a whole.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

Stepping closer to the body, I begin to take in more details.\n\n<<if ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerStrength) gte 12>>My eyes follow the gentle waves breaking softly against the jagged rocks of the shore. The way the water moves among the rocks to stop just short of the body, the light spray of water misting the body and keeping it wet. //Tide is going out,// I think, //She probably washed ashore this morning.//\n\nI let my eyes trail over the perfect, porcelian skin, taking note of the slight bloating of the body. Seeing how the hair is tangled with bits of seaweed, I lean a little closer, //For that seaweed to be tangled in her hair like that, she must have been in the water for quite a while.//\n\nWhen my eyes move to the dislocated shoulder, I see less sign of bruising near the injury than I would normally expect. //The dislocated shoulder must have been post mortum, otherwise I'd been seeing a lot more bruising around the shoulder.//\n\nLooking closer at the woman's ankle, the deep scar, combined with its placement, //I bet she walked with a faint limp.//<<set $B1Limp to "Played">>\n\nFinally, I reach out, nudging one leg to the side slightly while I look for bruising on the inside of her thighs, or any other sign of possible sexual assault. I see no sign of bruising, but I can't help but notice a bit of <<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>White Goo that seems to trickle slowly from her pussy. //That's the same White Goo I've seen before.//\n\n<<set $B1Goo to "Played">><<else>>white fluid, possibly semen, that seems to trickle slowly from her pussy. <<set $B1Sex to "Played">> <</if>><<elseif ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerStrength) gte 7>>My eyes follow the gentle waves breaking softly against the jagged rocks of the shore. The way the water moves among the rocks to stop just short of the body, the light spray of water misting the body and keeping it wet. //Tide is going out,// I think, //She probably washed ashore this morning.//\n\nI let my eyes trail over the perfect, porceline skin, taking note of the slight bloating of the body, //She's probably been in the water for a while too.//\n\nWhen my eyes move to the dislocated shoulder, I see less sign of bruising near the injury than I would normally expect.\n\nFinally, I reach out, nudging one leg to the side slightly while I look for bruising on the inside of her thighs, or any other sign of possible sexual assault. I see no sign of bruising, but I can't help but notice a bit of white fluid, possibly semen, that seems to trickle slowly from her pussy. \n\n<<set $B1Sex to "Played">><<else>>One of the first things I notice is that the gentle waves breaking softly against the jagged rocks of the shore, the water moving among the rocks stop just short of the body, while the light spray of water leaves it visibly damp.\n\nWhile my eyes trail over the body, I can see that the skin looks almost porceline, slightly bloated as if it had been in the water for an extended period of time\n\n<<set $B1Shoulder to "Played">><</if>>After a minute, I step back from the body again, //Looks like she might have been in the water for a while, I don't think I'll learn anything more from the body at this point. At least not without a proper autopsy.// <<set $B1Water to "Played">>\n\n[[Step away from the body.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]<<set $Body1a to "Played">>

I sputter, trying to force words past my lips. The implications of what she is offering sinking in with an unsettling certainty. "No," I croak out, my own voice sounding small.\n\nWhen her expression turns mildly dissapproving, I hastily add before I fully register what I am doing, "No Ma'am."\n\nHer husband has a strange look on his face, almost like he's both thankful for my rejection and thankful for it at the same time.\n\nWhat I said must have been the right thing, there's a slight upward twinge at the corner of her mouth that I'd call the start of a smile on almost anyone else.\n\nUnsteadily, I start to get to my feet, Lady Anne's eyes boring into my soul like she's looking at some kind of curiosity. My eyes dart to the door, fighting the urge to make my way that direction.\n\n"I'll be looking forward to our next visit," She purrs.\n\nLike I was suddenly released by some invisible chain, I take an unsteady step towards the door. Each consecutive step being a little more certain than the last.\n\nStopping at the door, I turn back towards Lady Anna, "Goodbye," I manage around my suddenly dry mouth.\n\nThe slight rise at the corner of her mouth wanders towards becoming a smile before I step out of her home.\n\n[[Make your exit.|Nice part of town.]]

[[return|$return]]\n\n!Items:\n<<if $Settled is "Not Played">>Rucksack\n<</if>><<if $Letter is "Played">>Letter\n<</if>>.38 Special (<<print $Ammo>> Rounds)\n<<if $Armor is "true">>Heavy Vest\n<</if>>First Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|You][$CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|You][$CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]]<<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|You][$CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|You][$CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|You][$CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n<<if $Flashlight is "true">>Flashlight\n<</if>><<if $Knife is "true">>Knife\n<</if>><<if $Machete is "true">>Machete\n<</if>><<if $Rope is "true">>Rope\n<</if>><<if $History is "true">>[[Wanton Cove History Book]]\n<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>[[Leatherbound Tome]]\n<</if>><<if $Cigarette gte 1>>Cigarettes: <<print $Cigarette>>\n<</if>>Money: $<<print $Money>>\n\n[[return|$return]]

The scene before me stops me dead in my tracks. \n\n//Its happening.//\n\nI can barely make out shapes in the fog, though they seem to slip from sight any time I try to focus on any of them. Instead I direct my attention to the stone table, the altar laid out before me.\n\nOn the altar, I can see a man laying on top of a woman who appears to be chained to its surface. From the angle I am standing at, I can clearly see him penetrating her, thrusting repeatedly as he fucks her cunt. \n\nYears of habit take over. I reach into my jacket for my .38 Special, only to find it missing. Lacking that, I try to force myself forward, but seem to be rooted to the spot. \n\nI can only see the back of the man, but he seems somehow familiar, //The bones in his hair,// The man thrusts forward one last time, I can see his balls pull tight from where I am standing, his cock throbbing as he cums inside of his victim. //It's Vick.//\n\nWhen he climbs off of her, I can see the woman clearly for the first time. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//Azumi!// I think in alarm. <<else>>//The hermaphrodite from my dream.// I think in surprise. <</if>>Her expression is glazed, as if she is there in body, but her mind is elsewhere. From the neck down she is covered in blood from a thousand little cuts across her torso. My every instinct demands that I help her.\n\nVick turns toward me, a smile on his thin lips, "You're just in time." His tone holds a cold satisfaction to it.\n\nMy eyes flicker to the altar, then back to Vick. Suddenly able to move again, I start making my way toward his captive, keeping plenty of distance between Vick and myself.\n\nAll the while, shapes move in the fog. I try to ignore them as best I can, but increasingly I am aware that not all of the shapes are human. I shake my head, trying to clear my increasingly chaotic thoughts enough to focus on the task at hand. \n\n"I'm here to help," I say, hoping <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi <<else>>the hermaphrodite <</if>> is aware enough of what is happening around her to really hear my words. \n\nBy the time I reach the stone table, I'm already taking stock of her injuries. The cuts, while they have resulted in quite a bit of blood loss, do not seem to be individually life threatening, //I need to find some way to cover these cuts, slow the bleeding until I can get her to someone who can help.// Lacking any other ideas, I pull off my long jacket and start to wrap her in it. She makes little sounds of pain as I work, but she offers no resistance or protest.\n\nUnseen behind me, the void pulls harder at this strange place, becoming more than it once was and less than the nothing it already is at the same time.\n\nThere's a scream from somewhere in the fog. Short and crisp, ending abruptly. //Tanya.// I'd recognize her voice anywhere.\n\n"You know what comes next," Vick's voice comes from somewhere else within the fog, but I barely register his words, "Welcome back." The last words are barely a whisper at the edge of my perception.\n\n//One crisis at a time. I can help Azumi now, and I don't even know where exactly Tanya is in this damned fog.//\n\n"Go fuck yourself," I growl impotently into the fog.\n\n"This is going to hurt," I say softly Azumi. She whimpers softly as I pick her up, cradling her in my arms,\n\n//Now I need to figure out how to get out of this place,// I think, feeling nearly overwhelmed by despair.\n\n[[Next.|AzumiFinal]]

<<if $Depravity lte 6>>A mixture of fear and excitement course through me as I discard the last of my clothing on the floor.\n\nThe man smiles, my hands instinctively moving to hide my breasts and pussy from his gaze, only causing him to smile wider.\n\nThe woman moves towards the head of the bed, making more room for me to get on the bed. \n\nI watch as the man moves onto the bed, laying down, his erection pointing towards the celing like a flag pole. \n\nI feel a momentary urge to flee from the room, but quickly fight it back. \n\nSlowly making my way towards the bed, I begin to crawl onto it. I can't help but realize just how wet I'm becoming. \n\nThe mans hands move to my hips, maneuvering me so that I'm straddling him. Nervously, I move his cock so I can sit on his hips, the hard pillar of flesh penned against his belly, my slit resting along his length.\n\nI'm distracted when the woman moves towards me, kissing me on the lips.\n\nUnderneath me, the man shifts his hips, sliding his cock along my slit, making me moan into the woman's kiss.\n\nWhen the man shifts his hips again, I press down against him this time, feeling his throbbing member slide along my wet pussy, brushing over my sensitive clit.\n\nA hand cups one of my breasts with surprising tenderness, but I am reluctant to end the kiss just to see which one of them is doing it.\n\nIts not long before my own hips are shifting forward and back, my pussy gliding along the underside of his rigid cock. Every time I shift forward, I move until I feel the tip of his cock flick my clit, and back until I feel it glide past my vaginal opening. \n\nI let out a whimper when his hands move to my hips, stopping my movements. When I feel him lift me up, I feel a momentary dissappointment, thinking that he wants to stop, but that moment quickly turns to surprise, my pussy throbbing when I feel him positioning me over his hard cock. \n\nThe woman breaks out kiss. I see her look down, her hand reaching for the man's cock. With a stunned fascination, I see her hold the man's cock steady as he begins to lower me, linking the angry purple head of his throbbing member up with my aching hole.<<elseif $Depravity lte 8>>With the last of my clothing falling to the floor around me, I find myself moving slowly towards the bed.\n\nThe man smiles at me, his eyes trailing over my body. I fight back the urge to try hiding my body. My pussy aching with need, I can feel moisture beginning to coat the inside of my thighs.\n\nThe woman moves to make room for me on the bed, the smile on her lips reminicent of the one on the man's.\n\nThe man crawls onto the bed before laying on his back, his cock pointing skyward like a monolyth. \n\nI find myself crawling onto the bed, trembling in anticipation. I can feel the first trickle of moisture running down the inside of my thigh. \n\nThe mans hands move to my hips, maneuvering me so that I'm straddling him. Reaching down to take hold of his penis, I move it so I can sit on his hips, the hard pillar of flesh penned against his belly, my slit resting along his length.\n\nI'm distracted when the woman moves towards me, kissing me on the lips. My arms go up to encircle her, pulling her closer to myself until I can feel her breasts press against my own, her nipples becoming distinct hard points against my sensitive globes of flesh.\n\nUnderneath me, the man shifts his hips, sliding his cock along my slit, making me moan into the woman's kiss.\n\nWhen the man shifts his hips again, I press down against him this time, feeling his throbbing member slide along my wet pussy, brushing over my sensitive clit.\n\nIts not long before my own hips are shifting forward and back, my pussy gliding along the underside of his rigid cock. Every time I shift forward, I move until I feel the tip of his cock flick my clit, and back until I feel it glide past my vaginal opening. \n\nFor several minutes, I glide along the length of his shaft, but the whole time I can feel a hunger growing between my legs. A desperate need to have something fill my aching hole. \n\nSliding forward once more, I wait until I can feel the head of his cock slide past my opening, then shift my hips so that when I slide back again, he will slide into me.<<elseif $Depravity gte 9>>With the last of my clothing falling to the floor around me, I find myself moving slowly towards the bed.\n\nThe man smiles at me, his eyes trailing over my body. I smile, taking a deep breath as a heft my breasts to show them off to him. My pussy aching with need, I can feel moisture beginning to coat the inside of my thighs.\n\nThe woman moves to make room for me on the bed, the smile on her lips reminicent of the one on the man's.\n\nThe man crawls onto the bed before laying on his back, his cock pointing skyward like a pillar. \n\nI find myself crawling onto the bed, trembling in anticipation. I can feel the first trickle of moisture running down the inside of my thigh. \n\nUnable to think of anything but what its going to feel like when he slides his thick, hard cock up inside of me, I straddle him, taking his cock in hand and guiding it towards my hungry hole.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, I rest my ass against his lap, getting used to the feel of him inside of me before raising back up and beginning to slowly fuck him.<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>I feel his cock slip past my pussy lips and begin to slide deep inside of my cunt. A moment later, I feel my ass come to rest on his lap, his throbbing cock resting balls deep inside of me.\n\nAfter a second, I raise back up, then back down again, savoring the feeling as I begin to ride his big cock.<<endif>>\n\nWithin seconds, I'm sliding up and down his cock slowly, enjoying the way it feels as it slips into my depths each time. Its not long before I'm riding him in a steady rhythm.\n\nI'm sweating with exertion when I begin to feel the first stirings of an approaching orgasm. \n\nThe man must sense that I'm starting to get close because he takes hold of my hips, starting to thrust up into me, his pace almost twice as fast as my own was.\n\nHe's only managed maybe a dozen thrusts before I can feel my orgasm hit unexpectedly, my pussy gushing fluid around his cock. At that same time, he thrusts balls deep inside of me, his cock jerking hard as it begins to unload his seed deep inside of me.\n\nGasping for breath, I collapse on top of him. \n\nWhen I start to come back to my senses, I can feel myself held to the man's broad chest. The woman's hands are lightly playing over my ass, slipping between my legs to slide along the point where the man's cock is still buried inside of me. My body trembles lightly with the orgasmic aftershocks her attentions cause.\n\nAfter a few seconds, I regain the strength needed to roll off of him. \n\nGathering up my clothes, I redress myself as the couple watch.\n\n[[I return to my room.|Your room.]]<<set $Depravity += 1>><<set $Taint += 4>>

"I wanted to ask you about something," I start, "You're the only person in town that I've met who seemed to know the former pastor very well, so I was wondering if you knew about anything he might have been involved in?"\n\nMs Sherwood looks into my eyes, as if trying to discern what I'm saying. <<if $Madness gte 2>>//I wonder if she can see the madness in my eyes?//<<else>>//Guess I'll need to get right to the point.//<<endif>>\n\n<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 12>>I reach into my jacket, producing the book I found in the church basement, "I was snooping around the church a little bit," Her expression turns alarmed, "Dont worry, I wasn't doing anything bad. I just wanted to see if I could find something that indicated why Pastor Erkon might have done what he did," The alarm in her eyes seems to fade, so I continue, "While I was looking around, I found this," I unfold the cloth, revealing the book within.\n\nShe looks at the book, seeming to shy subtly away from it, "I dont know what that book is, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable with it in my home." Ms Sherwood's expression is that of someone looking into the face of evil, her features seeming drained of color.\n\n"Please, just look. Its obvious that you dont recognize it, but maybe you can tell me if it belonged to Pastor Erkon, or to someone else?" I prompt.\n\nShe seems to shy away further as I open the front of the book, revealing the first of many notes within, "What about this hand writing? It looks like someone was trying to decipher what was in this book. Do you recognize the hand writing?"\n\nThere's a faint tremor in her voice as she answers, "That //is// his hand writing," She manages.\n\nClosing the book, I quickly wrap it back up and slip it back inside of my coat, "Thank you, my next question would be, do you know what he might have been doing with that a book like this?"\n\nMs Sherwood shakes her head, and I can tell that's all the answer I'm likely to get from her without upsetting her further.\n\nThank you, you've been a huge help," I reassure.\n\nFor several seconds, she looks at my jacket, right where the book is tucked within, then seems to relax slightly.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 7>>I reach into my jacket, producing the book I found in the church basement, "I was snooping around the church a little bit," Her expression turns alarmed, "Dont worry, I wasn't doing anything bad. I just wanted to see if I could find something that indicated why Pastor Erkon might have done what he did," The alarm in her eyes seems to fade, so I continue, "While I was looking around, I found this," I unfold the cloth, revealing the book within.\n\nShe looks at the book, seeming to shy subtly away from it, "I dont know what that book is, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable with it in my home." Ms Sherwood's expression is that of someone looking into the face of evil, her features having taken on a nearly deathly pallor.\n\n"Please, just look. Its obvious that you dont recognize it, but maybe you can tell me if it belonged to Pastor Erkon, or to someone else?" I prompt.\n\n"No, no, no, that is an evil thing," Her voice holds a rising panic.\n\nQuickly, I pull one of the written notes out of the book, then wrap the book up and hide it within my jacket again, //Hope I can find where that note went again later.// I think darkly.\n\n"I've put it away," I say, "Its ok," I pause for several seconds, allowing her time to regain some of her composure, "Maybe you can look at the note, let me know if you recognize the hand writing on it?"\n\nI hold out the note for her to see. At first, she seems to shrink away from it, but then she leans forward, "That's Pastor Erkon's hand writing," She says softly.\n\n"Thank you," I reply, "My next question would be, do you know what he might have been doing with that a book like this?"\n\nMs Sherwood shakes her head, and I can tell that's all the answer I'm likely to get from her without upsetting her further.\n\nThank you, you've been a huge help," I reassure.\n\nFor several seconds, she looks at my jacket, right where the book is tucked within, then seems to relax slightly.\n\n<<else>>I reach into my jacket, producing the book I found in the church basement, "I was snooping around the church a little bit," Her expression turns alarmed, "Dont worry, I wasn't doing anything bad. I just wanted to see if I could find something that indicated why Pastor Erkon might have done what he did," The alarm in her eyes seems to fade, so I continue, "While I was looking around, I found this," I unfold the cloth, revealing the book within.\n\nShe looks at the book, then nearly falls out of her chair as she tries to move away from it, scrambling to put several paces between herself and the book, "I dont know what that book is, but it is //NOT// welcome in my home!" Ms Sherwood's expression is that of someone looking into the face of evil, her features having taken on a nearly deathly pallor.\n\n"Please, just look. Its obvious that you dont recognize it, but maybe you can tell me if it belonged to Pastor Erkon, or to someone else?" I prompt.\n\n"No, no, no, that is an evil thing," Her voice holds a rising panic, "That //thing// is //vile//," Her voice is now bordering on shrieking.\n\nQuickly, I wrap the book back up, tucking it away within my jacket once more, "Its ok," I try to sooth her, "I've put it away, and I'll take it with me when I go," I assure her.\n\nIt takes me several minutes to calm Ms Sherwood once more, but as we continue to talk, I catch her glancing at my jacket from time to time, as if she's waiting for the devil himself to emerge.\n\n//Well, that didn't accomplish anything useful.// I think with a grimace.\n\n<</if>>[[Did you think of anything you could add about the waterfront?]]\n\n[[What about the man with the limp you mentioned before?]]\n\n[[You said your brother was leaving on the fishing boat?]]\n\n[[Tell me a little about yourself?]]\n\n[[You seemed a little intimidated by Aaron?]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon|Sherwood Pastor Talk]]<</if>><<if $SherwoodSex is "Played">>\n\n[[Maybe I can itch that scratch for you again?|Sherwood Sex]]\n\n<</if>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Ms Sherwood what she knows about Azumi.]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[Done asking questions for now.|Ms Sherwood's House]]

The first thing I notice is the musty, unlived-in smell that seems to be as much a part of the Church as the very walls.\n\nI spend a couple of minutes wandering the old Church, the crisp sound of my footsteps echoing in the abandoned Church. \n \nThe pews are in long even rows, arrayed to point at the small pulpit.\n\nThe pulpit is a polished oak stand, a torn piece of fabric hangs askew from it's front.\n<<if $PlayerIntelligence + $PlayerInvestigation gte 10>><<if $ChurchFoot is "Not Played">>\nI'm about ready to leave when I notice old footprints among the dust.\n\n//Someone has been here, not recently, but from the patterns in the dust, I'd guess they were looking for something.//<<set $ChurchFoot to "Played">><<else>>\nLike before, my eyes are drawn to the old footprints in the dust. //Who was here, and more importantly, what were they looking for? And did they find it?//<</if>><</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Played">>\n\nAfter a short search, my eyes fall on a large area rug that looks out of place. From the patterns in the dust, it does not look like the rug has been moved.\n\nStepping closer, I reach out to take a hold of the rug by a corner, it feels both gritty and slightly sticky to the touch. With a tug, I pull the rug off the place it is resting, filling the air with a heavy cloud of stale smelling dust.\n\nWaving my hand ineffectively at the dust in front of my face, I retreat a few steps while the worst of the cloud once again settles. \n\nMy eyes fall on the trap door on the wooden floor, //interesting// I think to myself, stepping forward for a better look.\n\n[[Open the trap door.]]<<elseif $PastorBook is "Taken">>Eventually, my eyes fall on the drapdoor leading to the basement of the church.\n\n[[Open the trap door.]]<</if>>\n\n<<slumlink "Step back outside.">>\n

I feel dizzy when I open my eyes. The room is cast in shadow, the dim light coming in through the closed window of my room giving no indication of how long I may have been out for.\n\nRolling to my side, I realize that I'm in my bed, //Did Tanya help me to the bed, close the window?// It takes me a few seconds to piece together what happened, but once I do, I bolt upright in bed. The sudden motion sending a wave of nausia through me. I force it back down, looking towards the table.\n\n//The book is gone,// There's a cold finality to the thought.\n\nI look around the room, seeing nothing else out of place. Eventually I stand up, noticing my .38 Special still sitting on the floor where I left it, I pick it up and slip it back into its holster. Then I look towards the table. Where the book was sitting, I can see a slip of paper resting there. \n\nApproaching the table, I realize that my eyes have mostly recovered from the lightning strike earlier as I pick up the note.\n\n//I'm sorry.\n\nThe Al Azif may hold the key to learning what has been happening to both of us, maybe even curing my condition. When you blacked out, I moved you to the bed, but when I tried to wake you I couldn't. I know a little bit about what is happening here, and I think I can learn the rest through the Al Azif, or at least enough to change me back.\n\nI know you're going to be mad that I took the book. I know you are going to look for me. But its a waste of time, I know a place where I won't be found by anyone. I promise, once I'm able to cure myself, I'll bring the book back to you and help you too.\n\n~Tom//\n\nAnger wells up inside of me, but with no obvious outlet, it quickly becomes frustration, //Guess this means she won't be downstairs.//\n\nI slam my fist down on the desk and feel the anger fading into dissappointment, //I come here to help, and this is the thanks I get.// Picking the paper up, I crumple it into a ball, then throw it against the wall. I nearly start to leave the room, but then think better of it and instead pick the paper back up, smoothing it back out before folding it and slipping it into the pocket on the inside of my long jacket.<<set $Prostitute to "Gone">><<set $Tom to "Gone">><<set $PastorBook to "Tanya">>\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]

[[return|$return]]\n\n<<if ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 15>><<if $Read gte 7>>NOTE: Book lost at this point in story and will not be returned before endgame, no need for entry. If you see this message, please report it.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 6>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and the book suggests that these creatures serve the "Great Old Ones" as unquestioning servants. They are said to prefer the deeps of the oceans, thus their name, but are known to come onto land when they have reason to. //In other words, if they're here, it's for something specific.//\n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>It would seem that according to the book, Azumi is some kind of host, or gateway, for Zal'chaas to enter this world in a permanent way once she has gained enough power to do so.<<else>>It would seem according to the book that there's some kind of 'perfect host' that Zal'chaas can use as a gateway to enter this world permanently once she has acquired the power to do so.<<endif>> If this is true, then the ritual within the book might just be the start of something beyond my comprehension, though I have no doubt that the repercussions of her entering this world permanently would be terrible.\n\nThe book goes on to detail the conception of the vessel, . . . graphically, though the text was so difficult to decipher that I was unable to learn much.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and the book suggests that these creatures serve the "Great Old Ones" as unquestioning servants. They are said to prefer the deeps of the oceans, thus their name, but are known to come onto land when they have reason to. //In other words, if they're here, it's for something specific.//\n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>It would seem that according to the book, Azumi is some kind of host, or gateway, for Zal'chaas to enter this world in a permanent way once she has gained enough power to do so.<<else>>It would seem according to the book that there's some kind of 'perfect host' that Zal'chaas can use as a gateway to enter this world permanently once she has acquired the power to do so.<<endif>> If this is true, then the ritual within the book might just be the start of something beyond my comprehension, though I have no doubt that the repercussions of her entering this world permanently would be terrible.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 4>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and the book suggests that these creatures serve the "Great Old Ones" as unquestioning servants. They are said to prefer the deeps of the oceans, thus their name, but are known to come onto land when they have reason to. //In other words, if they're here, its for something specific.//\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 3>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible and powerful gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nThe hideous statue in front of the Church, the one with the hunched human body with webbed fingers, the little wings on its back, and the brooding octopus like head appears to be a prominent figure in the book and is obviously one of these 'Great Old Ones.' As close as I can tell, his name is Cthulhu.\n\nIt seems fairly certain that //Zal'chaas// is one of them as well.\n\nIn the book, I found a strange glyph, a fragmented spiral. Something about the glyph makes me instinctively uneasy, but I've taken note of it, and plan to watch for it around Wanton Cove.\n\nIt would seem that there is a cult that surrounds this Zal'chaas. //Zal'chaas' chosen.// They worship her, the men becoming better endowed and more sexually potent in exchange for their faithfulness. The less faithful, and those who are unfortunately enough to cross paths with her seem to transform into females instead.\n\nThere is a horrible ritual depicted in the book, one I am certain was used to create the patchwork body in the alley four years ago. Every detail is a perfect match.\n\n<<if $C2B is "Played">>Within the book is a chamber with a round table at its center where the ritual is taking place. I'm certain that this is the cave known as the 'cathedral' here on the island.\n\n<<else>><</if>>It looks like the cultists believed that she could cross into this realm of existence from //wherever// she resides, and that the more time she stays here, the easier it is for her to come here to our world.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 2>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible and powerful gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nThe hideous statue in front of the Church, the one with the hunched human body with webbed fingers, the little wings on its back, and the brooding octopus like head appears to be a prominent figure in the book and is obviously one of these 'Great Old Ones.' As close as I can tell, his name is Cthulhu.\n\nIt seems fairly certain that //Zal'chaas// is one of them as well.\n\nIn the book I found a strange glyph, a fragmented spiral. Something about the glyph makes me instinctively uneasy, but I've taken note of it, and plan to watch for it around Wanton Cove.\n\nIt would seem that there is a cult that surrounds this Zal'chaas. //Zal'chaas' chosen.// They worship her, the men becoming better endowed and more sexually potent in exchange for their faithfulness. The less faithful, and those who are unfortunately enough to cross paths with her seem to transform into females instead.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 1>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible and powerful gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nThe hideous statue in front of the Church, the one with the hunched human body with webbed fingers, the little wings on its back, and the brooding octopus like head appears to be a prominent figure in the book and is obviously one of these 'Great Old Ones.' As close as I can tell, his name is Cthulhu.\n\nIt seems fairly certain that //Zal'chaas// is one of them as well.\n\nIn the book I found a strange glyph, a fragmented spiral. Something about the glyph makes me instinctively uneasy, but I've taken note of it, and plan to watch for it around Wanton Cove.\n\n<<else>>I look at the old tome I found in the Church basement for a long moment. \n\n//This thing is going to require some pretty extensive research to unravel.// I think with a grimace.\n\n<</if>>\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 12>><<if $Read gte 7>>No further entries at this time.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 6>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and the book suggests that these creatures serve the "Great Old Ones" as either slaves or unquestioning servants of some kind.\n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>It would seem that according to the book, Azumi may be some kind of host, or gateway, for Zal'chaas to enter this world once she has gained enough power to do so. What would this mean if she could stay here permanently?<<else>>It would seem according to the book that there's some kind of 'host' that Zal'chaas can use as a gateway to enter this world once she has acquired the power to do so. What would this mean if she could stay here permanently?<<endif>> If this is true, then the ritual within the book might just be the start of something beyond my comprehension, though I have no doubt that the repercussions of her entering this world for any period of time would be terrible.\n\nThe book goes into detail about the vessel. It looks to me like there's an extensive ritual related to the conception of the vessel, though the text was so difficult to decipher that I was unable to learn much.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and the book suggests that these creatures serve the "Great Old Ones" as either slaves or unquestioning servants of some kind.\n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>It would seem that according to the book, Azumi may be some kind of host, or gateway, for Zal'chaas to enter this world once she has gained enough power to do so. What would this mean if she could stay here permanently?<<else>>It would seem according to the book that there's some kind of 'host' that Zal'chaas can use as a gateway to enter this world once she has acquired the power to do so. What would this mean if she could stay here permanently?<<endif>> If this is true, then the ritual within the book might just be the start of something beyond my comprehension, though I have no doubt that the repercussions of her entering this world for any period of time would be terrible.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 4>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and the book suggests that these creatures serve the "Great Old Ones" as either slaves or unquestioning servants of some kind.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 3>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible and powerful gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nThe hideous statue in front of the Church, the one with the hunched human body with webbed fingers, the little wings on its back, and the brooding octopus like head appears to be a prominent figure in the book and is obviously one of these 'Great Old Ones.' \n\nIt seems fairly certain that //Zal'chaas// is one of them as well.\n\nIt would appear that this Zal'chaas entity is capable of changing those around her, changing, or //enhancing// the genders of those around her.\n\nDelving deeper into the book, I also discover details of a macabre ritual, one I strongly suspect was used in the butchering of the body in the alley four years ago.\n\n<<if $C2B is "Played">>Within the book is a chamber with a round table at its center where the ritual is taking place. I'm almost certain that this is the cave known as the 'cathedral' here on the island.<<else>><</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 2>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible and powerful gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nThe hideous statue in front of the Church, the one with the hunched human body with webbed fingers, the little wings on its back, and the brooding octopus like head appears to be a prominent figure in the book and is obviously one of these 'Great Old Ones.' \n\nIt seems fairly certain that //Zal'chaas// is one of them as well.\n\nIt would appear that this Zal'chaas entity is capable of changing those around her, changing, or //enhancing// the genders of those around her.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 1>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible and powerful gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nThe hideous statue in front of the Church, the one with the hunched human body with webbed fingers, the little wings on its back, and the brooding octopus like head appears to be a prominent figure in the book and is obviously one of these 'Great Old Ones.' \n\nIt seems fairly certain that //Zal'chaas// is one of them as well.\n\n<<else>>I look at the old tome I found in the Church basement for a long moment. \n\n//This thing is going to require some pretty extensive research to unravel.// I think with a grimace.\n\n<</if>>\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 9>><<if $Read gte 7>>No further entries at this time.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 6>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and I'm left under the impression that they serve the more powerful evils illustrated within the pages of this old tome. \n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>I'm not entirely sure how she fits into this, but it is possible that Azumi has a part to play in whatever is happening here. Could it be that this 'vessel" talked about in the book could have something to do with her?<<else>>There's something about a vessel or host, but I was unable to make much sense of it<<endif>> I feel as if there is something important I am missing here.\n\nIt seems that the book goes on to detial the rituals involved in the conception of the vessel, though the text was so difficult to decipher that I was unable to learn much.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and I'm left under the impression that they serve the more powerful evils illustrated within the pages of this old tome. \n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>I'm not entirely sure how she fits into this, but it is possible that Azumi has a part to play in whatever is happening here. Could it be that this 'vessel" talked about in the book could have something to do with her?<<else>>There's something about a vessel or host, but I was unable to make much sense of it<<endif>> I feel as if there is something important I am missing here.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 4>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man called "Deep Ones". They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town and I'm left under the impression that they serve the more powerful evils illustrated within the pages of this old tome. \n\n<<elseif $Read gte 3>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\nWithin the pages is a detailed ritual, though I understand little of what it entails, involving the creation of the patchwork body from the alley four years ago.\n\n<<if $C2B is "Played">>Within the book is a chamber with a round table at its center where the ritual is taking place. I'm fairly certain that this is the cave known as the 'cathedral' here on the island.<<else>><</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 2>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\nAs my research continues, I've discovered that there is something about her, or something associated with her, changing people, though I'm unable to make much sense of it.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 1>>My research so far has revealed that the book focuses on some ancient race of terrible gods known as the Great Old Ones. \n\nIt seems that this //Zal'chaas// thing might be one of them.\n\n<<else>>I look at the old tome I found in the Church basement for a long moment. \n\n//This thing is going to require some pretty extensive research to unravel.// I think with a grimace.\n\n<</if>>\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 6>><<if $Read gte 7>>No further entries at this time.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 6>>The tome makes me uneasy just being near it, though I don't dare let it out of my sight. \n\nThe pages within are filled with horrors that defy description.\n\nAfter some time researching the book, it has become clear that its somehow tied to the murder in the alley. I found a portion of the book that seems to depict some kind of ritual, likely the inspiration for the butchery in the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man. They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town.\n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>There's something about a 'vessel' and every time I think on it, I feel like I'm overlooking something obvious.<<else>>There's something about a 'vessel' that I do not fully understand.<<endif>> I feel as if I'm missing something of terrible significance.\n\nMore and more this book becomes a source of frustration. I found a ritual in its pages that seemed to detail the conception of the vessel. Clearly it is not something the writer wanted to leave to chance. Unfortunately the text was so difficult to decipher that I was unable to learn much or real worth.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>The tome makes me uneasy just being near it, though I don't dare let it out of my sight. \n\nThe pages within are filled with horrors that defy description.\n\nAfter some time researching the book, it has become clear that its somehow tied to the murder in the alley. I found a portion of the book that seems to depict some kind of ritual, likely the inspiration for the butchery in the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man. They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town.\n\nAnother ritual in that damned book. This one is less grotesque, yet far more troubling than the first. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>There's something about a 'vessel' and every time I think on it, I feel like I'm overlooking something obvious.<<else>>There's something about a 'vessel' that I do not fully understand.<<endif>> I feel as if I'm missing something of terrible significance.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 4>>The tome makes me uneasy just being near it, though I don't dare let it out of my sight. \n\nThe pages within are filled with horrors that defy description.\n\nAfter some time researching the book, it has become clear that its somehow tied to the murder in the alley. I found a portion of the book that seems to depict some kind of ritual, likely the inspiration for the butchery in the alley four years ago.\n\nThere are creatures depicted in the book, some kind of frog or fish man. They seem eerily familiar to some of the more troubling things I have seen in this town.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 3>>The tome makes me uneasy just being near it, though I don't dare let it out of my sight. \n\nThe pages within are filled with horrors that defy description.\n\nAfter some time researching the book, it has become clear that its somehow tied to the murder in the alley. I found a portion of the book that seems to depict some kind of ritual, likely the inspiration for the butchery in the alley four years ago.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 2>>The tome makes me uneasy just being near it, though I don't dare let it out of my sight. \n\nThe pages within are filled with horrors that defy description.\n\nAfter some time researching the book, it hass become clear that this is somehow tied to the murder in the alley. \n\n<<elseif $Read gte 1>>My research so far has only served to show me just how depraved the one who wrote this book was. Images better suited to the depths of hell than to a revered tome grace its pages. \n\nSomething deep inside of me tells me that I'll never be the same if I continue to read, but that same instinct also tells me that it might just contain the answers I seek.\n\n<<else>>I look at the old tome I found in the Church basement for a long moment. \n\n//This thing is going to require some pretty extensive research to unravel.// I think with a grimace.\n\n<</if>>\n\n<<else>>I look at the old tome I found in the Church basement for a long moment. \n\n//This thing is going to require some pretty extensive research to unravel. I don't think I'm up to it.// I think with a grimace.\n\n<</if>>\n\n[[return|$return]]

The heavy breeze on the bluff stops suddenly<<if $Day gte 5>> leaving behind only the heavy rain<</if>>. I pause, my eyes searching my surroundings, the sudden still in the air making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.\n\nSlowly, a light breeze begins again, building over several seconds until its the same heavy breeze as before the still.\n\nUneasy, [[I start to walk again.|Bluff]]

<<if $Depravity lte 5>>"Uh," I fidget, "I think I'll pass." I step back, starting to close the door, "Have fun." I hastily add, closing the door then making my way to [[my own room.|Your room.]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I give a little half smile, part of me wanting to stay in spite of myself. "I think I'll pass." I say simply before closing the door behind me. \n\nMy thoughts still on what I had just witnessed, [[I return to my own room.|Your room.]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I feel my arousal spike at the offer, and its only with a conscious effort that I decide to pass on their offer, "Maybe some other time?"\n\n"Absolutely!" The man replies with a smile.\n\nLeaving the door ajar behind me, [[I make my way to my own room.|Your room.]]<<endif>>

<<if $Day gte 5>>I hear thunder rumble in the near distance, causing me to pause. A bare second later, I'm nearly blinded by a bright flash and an immediate //boom!// as lightning strikes only a short distance away.\n\n[[Continue through the storm.|Run down part of town.]] <<else>>For a brief moment, there is a small break in the clouds overhead, a ray of sunshine illuminating the area where I'm standing.\n\nMy eyes turn upward in the hopes of catching sight of the sun for the first time since arriving in Wanton Cove, but by the time I can look up, the clouds above me have already closed over the sun like a snuffer draped over a candle to put it out.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>

Looking at the female abomonation laying at my feet, I idly wonder why she wanted the book so badly, //Guess there's no asking her about it now.//\n\nTaking a deep breath, I let it out in a heavy sigh.\n\n[[Continue.|Bluff]]

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<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 13 and $Mutation lte 4>>Toby //Or maybe its better to call him Sophie?// looks startled when he notices me coming his way. His eyes dart toward the house then back to me, "Hi," He says softly in an overly feminine fashion. \n\nEven though he tries to be subtle about it, I can tell he is staring at my crotch. I quickly push the realization aside and try to engage in conversation with the man, "Hi," I reply, "Never really got to //talk// with you previously," I find myself choosing my words carefully, though that only seems to make my attempt to converse more awkward.\n\nTo his credit, Toby takes it in stride, "Yeah, I don't really get to //talk// often," He replies.\n\nThe two of you lapse into silence for a few seconds, though surprisingly it's not an uncomfortable silence.\n\n"May I ask you a question?" Toby asks softly, his tone and expression both suggesting that he's scared I could react harshly to the inquiry.\n\n"Sure, ask," I reply.\n\nMeeting my eyes evenly for the first time, he asks, "Why did you come to Wanton Cove?"\n\n"That's a complicated question," I reply lightly.\n\n"I, I didn't mean to pry, I'm sorry if I'm out of line," Toby says in a rush, suddenly scared.\n\n"No, its fine," I reassure him. After a second he visibly relaxes, //Wow, his wife really has him rattled,// "I guess you could say I came here for several reasons. I came looking for a young man named Tom, but I had a more personal reason as well," I avoid fully answering his question.\n\nAfter a short silence, you continue, "Mind if I ask you a couple of questions as well?"\n\nLooking suddenly nervous again, Toby nods, "I guess the first question is simple enough, do you know anything about Tom? He's a young man who would have passed through some time in the last few weeks. I'm trying to learn more about his time here on the island, and I've been asked to bring him home."\n\nToby's eyes widen, //He's going to lie to me, or at least be reluctant to share what he knows. But I'd bet my last dime he knows something,// "I, uh, I don't really know much about him. My son mentioned that a newcomer had come to Wanton Cove recently, said it was a young man who was interested in learning more about the ruins."\n\nI watch the man's expression, his eyes just a little too wide, "That helps, thank you," //Pushing him any further isn't likely to get anything more from him, but stopping now might mean he'll talk to me again when I know more.//\n\n"Your wife isn't an easy person to talk to. If I'm being quite honest, she unsettles me just a little bit," I don't think Toby realizes that he's nodding in agreement with my words, "I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit about your family?"\n\nHe looks at me, clearly searching for any sign that I'm mocking him or planning to use what he says against him in some way, //Like an abuse victim.// "You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. I'm just curious." I assure him.\n\nRaising his cigarette to his lips, he takes a long pull off of it, then throws the remnant of the cigarette into the mud at his feet. Holding the smoke in his lungs for several seconds, he finally exhales it through his nose, "My wife might be a better person to ask about the family," He mutters, then looks at my eyes. After a second he sighs, "I barely knew her for a week before we were married. I used to be a proper man," He mumbles the words, clearly self conscious and scared, "But she made me like this. She was pregnant with another man's baby when I met her. And the only time she ever let me inside of her was the day she conceived Dewey, my son." He babbles on, like a man too long since confession that wants to ensure he shares all of his sins, but I barely hear the words.\n\n//Another man's baby? Was she the fiancée Mr Morichi spoke of? Could she possibly be Azumi's mother?// There must have been something in my expression, because that's when Toby trails off.\n\nThere's a horrified look on his face, "My wife will be looking for me soon," Its clear to me that he's just making an excuse, "I need to go," Then he's gone, rounding the corner of the house and entering through the back door before I can think to stop him. I hear a lock clicking in place on the door before the thought of following him even crossed my mind.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 10 and $Mutation lte 4>>//Or maybe its better to call him Sophie?// looks startled when he notices me coming his way. His eyes dart toward the house then back to me, "Hi," He says softly in an overly feminine fashion. \n\nEven though he tries to be subtle about it, I can tell he is staring at my crotch. I quickly push the realization aside and try to engage in conversation with the man, "Hi," I reply, "Never really got to //talk// with you previously," I find myself choosing my words carefully, though that only seems to make my attempt to converse more awkward.\n\nToby clearly looks scared, his eyes flickering between myself and the back door of the house only a few paces from where he's standing., "Yeah, I don't really get to //talk// often," He replies.\n\nThe two of you lapse into silence for a few seconds, the silence it tense as I half expect him to simply excuse himself and leave..\n\n"May I ask you a question?" Toby asks softly, his tone and expression both suggesting that he's scared I could react harshly to the inquiry.\n\n"Sure, ask," I reply.\n\nMeeting my eyes evenly for the first time, he asks, "Why did you come to Wanton Cove?"\n\n"That's a complicated question," I reply lightly.\n\n"I, I didn't mean to pry, I'm sorry if I'm out of line," Toby says in a rush, suddenly scared. He takes a step toward the back door of the house before I can even speak.\n\n"No, you're not prying," I reassure him. After a second he visibly relaxes just a little bit, //Wow, his wife really has him rattled,// "I guess you could say I came here for several reasons. I came looking for a young man named Tom, but I had a more personal reason as well," I avoid fully answering his question.\n\nToby fidgets, clearly unsure if he should speak further or try to make his escape.\n\nAfter a short silence, you continue, "Mind if I ask you a couple of questions as well?"\n\nHis nervousness moves toward outright fear, Toby nods uncertainly, "I guess the first question is simple enough, do you know anything about Tom? He's a young man who would have passed through a while back. I'm trying to learn more about his time here on the island, and I've been asked to bring him home."\n\nToby's eyes widen, //He's going to lie to me, or at least be reluctant to share what he knows. But I'd bet my last dime he knows something,// "I, uh, I don't really know much about him. My son mentioned that a newcomer had come to Wanton Cove recently, said it was a young man."\n\n"He say anything else about Tom? Why he was here? What he was doing?" I press.\n\nHe shakes his head in a jerky motion, "No, not really, no."\n\nI watch the man's expression, his eyes just a little too wide, "That helps, thank you," //Pushing him any further isn't likely to get anything more from him, but stopping now might mean he'll talk to me again when I know more.//\n\n"Your wife isn't an easy person to talk to. If I'm being quite honest, she unsettles me just a little bit," I don't think Toby realizes that he's nodding in agreement with my words, "I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit about your family?"\n\nHe looks at me, clearly searching for any sign that I'm mocking him or planning to use what he says against him in some way, //Like an abuse victim.// "You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. I'm just curious." I assure him. He still looks like he's about to run.\n\nRaising his cigarette to his lips, he takes a long pull off of it, then throws the remnant of the cigarette into the mud at his feet. Holding the smoke in his lungs for several seconds, he finally exhales it through his nose, "My wife might be a better person to ask about the family," He mutters, then looks at my eyes. After a second he sighs, "I married her about nine months before my son was born, we have a son." He quickly trails off, clearly not wanting to speak further on the subject.\n\n"My wife will be looking for me soon," Its clear to me that he's just making an excuse, "I need to go," Then he's gone, rounding the corner of the house and entering through the back door before I can think to stop him. I hear a lock clicking in place on the door before the thought of following him even crossed my mind.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 7 and $Mutation lte 4>>//Or maybe its better to call him Sophie?// looks startled when he notices me coming his way. His eyes dart toward the house then back to me, "Hi," He says softly in an overly feminine fashion. \n\nEven though he tries to be subtle about it, I can tell he is staring at my crotch. I quickly push the realization aside and try to engage in conversation with the man, "Hi," I reply, "Never really got to //talk// with you previously," I find myself choosing my words carefully, though that only seems to make my attempt to converse more awkward.\n\nToby clearly looks scared, his eyes flickering between myself and the back door of the house only a few paces from where he's standing., "Yeah, I don't really get to //talk// often," He replies, "If you want to use me," He swallows, looking at my crotch, "You'll have to speak with my wife for permission. I'm not allowed to do anything unless she tells me its ok."\n\nI find myself at a loss for words, wanting to take advantage of his isolation in the hopes of learning something while at the same the same time too surprised at the implications of his words to say anything.\n\n"My wife will be looking for me soon," Its clear to me that he's just making an excuse, "I need to go," Then he's gone, rounding the corner of the house and entering through the back door before I can think to stop him. I hear a lock clicking in place on the door before the thought of following him even crossed my mind.\n\n<<else>>The moment he notices me coming his way, he throws his cigarette into the mud at his feet and rounds the corner of the house. By the time I reach the back corner of the house, I can hear the back door clicking shut and a lock sliding into place,\n\n<</if>>[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]<<set $TobyTalk to "Played">>\n\n

Before me, the scene continues to unfold, some men fuck the women gently, while others seem to be in a rut as they thrust savagely into their counterparts. Some men pull out and spray their loads across the girls' bodies while others shove deep, their asses clenching as they cum deep inside of willing cunts.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>I'm not sure when I slid my hand into my pants, but I realize that my hand is wrapped around the girth of my cock only when I start to near my orgasm.\n\nRealizing that I'm about to cum in the presence of so many people, even if none of them seem to be paying me any attention, makes me feel a little awkward, but that does not stop me from blowing my load all over the inside of my pants.\n\nPulling my wet and sticky fingers from my trousers, I quickly withdraw from the group.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>I'm not sure when I slid my hand into my pants, but I realize that my fingers are wrapped around my cock only when I start to near my orgasm.\n\nRealizing that I'm about to cum in the presence of so many people, even if none of them seem to be paying me any attention, makes me feel a little awkward, made more so by the fact that even swollen as it is my cock feels so much smaller than it once was but that does not stop me from blowing my load all over the inside of my pants.\n\nPulling my wet and sticky fingers from my trousers, I quickly withdraw from the group.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>I'm not sure when I slid my hand into my pants, but I realize that I am rubbing my tiny cock only when I start to near my orgasm.\n\nRealizing that I'm about to cum in the presence of so many people, even if none of them seem to be paying me any attention, makes me feel awkward, made more so by the fact that even swollen as it is my minuscule manhood is barely worthy of the name. My little cocklet twitches, barely dribbling fluid from it's tip as I cum.\n\nPulling my wet and sticky fingers from my trousers, I quickly withdraw from the group.\n\n<<else>>Absently, I slide one hand into my panties. I can feel the heat coming off of my sex even before I touch it. My slit is slick to the touch, my fingertip dipping between my pussy lips with little trouble.\n\nAround me, a couple of the men move closer, <<if $Depravity lte 8>>I jerk away from the closest one and they seem to take a hint, giving me a little space though I can still feel their eyes lingering on my female form.\n\nMy fingers against my sex makes me loose track of everything around me again. With the ambiance of the gangbang happening before me, I'm quickly trembling with pleasure from my own touch.\n\nA whimpering moan escapes my lips as my pussy begins to quiver. My knees nearly give out as I cum, my vision blurring at the edges with the intensity of it.\n\nAs soon as my senses begin to return, I realize the circumstances of my situation again. Concerned that I'll get pulled deeper into what is happening before me, I quickly withdraw from the group.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I hesitate, tensing as I feel them reach out and touch me. \n\nEmboldened by my lack of protest, their hands start to drift across my ass and chest.\n\nI shy away from their touch instinctively even though a part of me craves that very touch.\n\nTheir hands linger, though their enthusiasm seems to have waned.\n\nThe orgasmic cry of one of the girls focuses my mind on the present, my current circumstance, and I pull away from their touch.\n\nStepping back, I start to withdraw from the group. I can feel just how slick my pussy is, how desperately I want it to be touched. Resisting my baser urges, I finally break from the group and put some distance between myself and the rest of the group.\n\n//They aren't going to just let me watch. If I don't make myself scarce, I'm going to be in the middle of this.//\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I embrace their touch, allowing their hands to roam my body. It doesn't take long before their hands find their way beneath my clothes. \n\nA moan escapes my lips when a hand drifts over my smooth belly toward my breasts. My nipples harden as a calloused hand drifts over them. \n\nWhen a hand begins to slide into my pants, I allow it even though I have to remove my own hand to make room for his touch, his rough fingers slipping down toward my aching sex.\n\nI close my eyes, savoring the feeling of their hands on my body. Hands on my chest, pinching my nipples, squeezing my ass, fingers dipping between my labia to gently probe my opening. \n\nIt's not long before I can feel my juices running down my legs. If not for the two men molesting me holding me up, I'd have surely fallen to my knees.\n\nI quiver and shake, overwhelmed by the powerful orgasm that washes over me like a wave.\n\nWhen I finally come down from my orgasmic high, the men release me, leaving me standing unsteadily between them. \n\nFeeling content, I withdraw from the group.\n\n<</if>><</if>>Once I am outside of the group's reach again, I reflect for a moment on what just happened before turning my priorities elsewhere.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<if $Depravity lte 5>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>

The fire in my own loins spurs me to motion. I close the gap between myself and the visibly aroused woman.\n\nAt my approach, she raises the skirt of her dress over her hips, exposing her moist cunt to my view. \n\nAlmost without thought, I drop to my knees before her, breathing deeply of her scent before leaning forward, my tongue darting out to sample her nectar. Her taste is almost intoxicating, one of my hands straying between my legs to rub my crotch through my pants. The hollow ache where my little cock rests fills me with the desperate need to filled. //What?!?// The thought shocks me, disorienting me momentarily.\n\nMy lips make contact with her slit, my tongue parting the lips of her pussy as it probes for her hole. At the same time, my hand finds its way into my pants, causing me to moan in pleasure as my fingers brush my dicklet.\n\nI find my tongue thrusting in and out of her pussy as my fingers time their movements as I rub my little penis.\n\nIt isn't long before I feel my own thighs starting to tremble, the woman before me tensing up. Her hands hold my face firmly against her cunt as she gyrates against my tongue, her powerful orgasm leaving my face coated with her sticky juices. At the same time, my legs begin to tremble uncontrollably as my fingers are covered in a dribble of my own cum.\n\nWhen my legs feel like they can support my weight again, I get to my feet once more. The woman before me smiles, then leans forward to kiss my lips lightly.\n\nGetting my clothing back in order, [[I continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 3>>

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I begin to feel disoriented, whether it's from the way this place is laid out or something else, I am not sure. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath of the cool salty air.\n\nWhen I open my eyes again, movement at the edge of my vision draws my attention. I whirl toward the shape but even as I do so it moves deeper into the shadows. Whatever it is makes a shrill chittering sound, then rustling in the undergrowth announces its retreat.\n\nI stand in place for several seconds, debating on if I really want to follow whatever it was, //Probably just some animal. If its not going to bother me though, I should probably leave it be.//\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

Trembling, I stare at the rigid equine cock jutting out before her. When she takes a step toward me, I spread my legs to accept her.\n\nShe half walks, half glides toward me. Strange shadows seem to shift behind her, sometimes appearing as a mass, other times looking like tentacles that could reach out at any second. \n\nWhen she reaches me, she stands directly over me. I watch with a sense of wonder as a large bead of precum forms at the tip of her cock before starting to sag. The single bead of precum stretching before starting to drip, still connected to the flared tip of //her// massive penis. The bead of precum is bare inches above me before the strand connecting it to her finally breaks.\n\nThe bead of precum lands directly on my exposed clit. I cry out in pleasure as the most powerful orgasm of my life hits me. My vision fades at the edges as my body thrashes uncontrollably on the ground. When my senses begin to return, I'm laying in a puddle of my own juices, still shaking occasionally as I experience aftershocks of the orgasm.\n\nIn that wonderful, blissful moment, I understand that I will never experience //anything// that even begins to compare with the orgasm //she// just gave me.\n\nLooking up at //her//, I can see //her// head tilted down at me, seeming to ponder me where I lie upon the ground.\n\nI'm barely able to manage the coordination to move my hands, moving them to my leaking pussy to spread myself wide with trembling fingers. I shift my hips to give //her// a better view, trying to entice //her// to fuck me, to fill me with her glorious tool and fill me to overflowing with her divine seed.\n\nIf a mere drop felt so good, then I would surely die of pleasure if she filled my aching cunt with her massive cock. In that moment and all the time that follows, there is nothing I ever desire more than for her to take me. \n\n//Surely, she will satisfy her lust on me.//\n\nHer head turns away from me, and I feel like the sun has just been eclipsed. \n\nI shiver. Longing for her gaze to fall on me once more but every passing second becoming more agonizing than the last as I realize that I have already been forgotten by my goddess.\n\nShe steps over me, her footsteps leading her toward the //nothing//, the dark void that has been growing ever since the ritual of her birth had begun.\n\nThe darkness embraces her. //The harbinger had come.//\n\nTHE BEGINNING OF THE END\n\n\n\n\n[[New Game Plus.]]

My eyes locked on his cock, I watch as he climbs onto the bed, laying down on his back. \n\nUnable to look away, I finish undressing myself. A moment later, I find myself climbing onto the bed.\n\n"Bring your cunt over here, I want to taste you," The man says, sending a wave of arousal through me.\n\nI pause, my eyes flickering to him, a smile on his face. Then to the woman where I follow her hungry gaze to the man's cock. \n\nCarefully, I straddle the man's face, turning to that I can lean closer to the man's cock. \n\n<<if $GooCounter is 0>>I pause as the man's tongue touches my pussy, closing my eyes as I enjoy the feel of his rough tongue parting my folds.\n\nWhen I feel the bed move slightly, I open my eyes again, only to see the woman leaning in, taking the man's cock into her own mouth.\n\nNot to be out done, I lean forward, kissing the side of his shaft with her lips wrapped around his tip. I can see the smile in her eyes as her gaze meets mine. \n\nAn involuntary moan escapes my lips as the man's tongue glides over my clit, lapping eagerly at the sensitive little bud.\n\nThe woman's mouth leaves the man's cock with an audible //Pop!// and she quickly aims it at my own mouth. With only a hint of surprise, I take what she offers me, wrapping my own lips around the head of his cock, my tongue tracing the ridge of his cockhead.\n\nThe woman watches me for several seconds, encouraging me, then she turns her attention to the man's balls, taking one into her mouth as she sucks lightly at it, then moving to the other, alternating every few seconds.\n\nI can feel my own juice flowing out of me in a steady trickle, the man's tongue expertly working me towards orgasm. I can feel my thighs trembling, and every few seconds, my hips gyrate involuntarily.\n\nBy this time, my head is bobbing up and down his shaft, only taking a little over half of his length, but applying all the limited skill I possess. \n\nWhen my orgasm overcomes me, I begin to thrash on top of the man, the woman leaning back to watch, my lips wrapped tightly around the crown of his big cock. \n\nThe man's cock twitches in my mouth, his first jet of cum hitting the back of my throat causing an involuntary swallow reflex from me. Even as I start to sputter, a second jet of cum fills my mouth.\n\nWithout thinking, I swallow the load of cum in my mouth just in time for the third and final stream to fill it one final time. Hesitantly, I swallow the load, then start to roll off of the man.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>Leaning forward, I have my lips wrapped around the crown of his cock moments before I feel his tongue part my folds. \n\nHis tongue teases my opening, causing me to moan around the cockhead in my mouth.\n\nNearby, I can see the woman watching, her fingers buried in her snatch as she slides her fingers in and out slowly.\n\nEnjoying the feeling of his tongue, I reluctantly start to focus some of my attention on his cock, my head bobbing slowly as I take more and more of his length into my mouth.\n\nWithin moments, I realize that the woman is masturbating in time with the bobbing of my head, the realization makes my pussy quiver with arousal.\n\nSensing my increased arousal, the man's tongue begins to probe me more insistantly.\n\nI can feel the man's cock beginning to swell, filled with a sudden warmth, and I barely have time to pull back so that only the head of his penis is in my mouth before he begins to fill my mouth with stream after stream of his seed. Instinctively, I swallow his load.\n\nThe taste of his cum is sweet on my tongue, the mere taste being enough to push me over the edge to my own orgasm. I grind my cunt down against the man's talented tongue as my body trembles.\n\nAcross from me, the woman's body jerks as if she is struck by some invisible force, her hips jerking wildly as I see a dulge of her own juices surge from her hole.\n\nIt takes me several seconds to regain the strength to roll off of the stranger beneath me.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Reaching down, I take hole of the man's cock, beginning to stroke it slowly as I position my pussy over his face. I can feel his fingers part my folds, teasing my hole for a second before moving to my clit where he begins to rub it in little circles.\n\nSavoring the moment, I start to turn my attention to the cock in my hand, leaning forward to take the throbbing pillar between my lips. I can feel a bead of precum on my tongue as soon as his cockhead enters my mouth. Using my tongue, I spread the precum around the crown of his cock, making it slick as I begin to work towards taking more and more of his length into my mouth.\n\nOut of the corner of my eye, I can see the woman sitting near the head of the bed, watching as the man begins to lick up and down my slit in long strokes, his fingrers still rubbing my clit in blissful little circles.\n\nI begin to grind my pussy against the man's mouth in time with my head sliding up and down his considerable length. \n\n"She's a good little slut, isn't she?" I hear the woman say softly to her partner. The man's moan of approval feels like heaven with his lips against my nether lips.\n\nWithout warning, the man thrusts his hips up, slamming his cock down my throat right before he begins to unleash a torrent of cum down my throat.\n\nThe realization of the fact that he is cumming almost straight into my stomach is enough to push me over the edge, my pussy convulsing around his tongue as it probes my hole.\n\nI gasp for breath as the man pulls back, leaving a thick stream of cum across my tongue and lips as he withdraws.\n\nIt takes me several seconds to regain my composure enough to roll off of the man.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>Blushing at what I had just done, I quickly redress and exit the room.<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I give the couple a little smile, some small part of me still uncomfortable with what I just did.\n\nPulling my gaze away from them, I redress myself before excusing myself and exiting the room.<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I can't help but feel a rush of excitement at what I just did. Smiling to myself, I gather my clothes and dress myself once more.<<endif>>\n\n[[I return to my room.|Your room.]]<<if $Depravity lte 8>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>><<set $Taint += 3>>

"I've noticed that there seems to be a disproportionate number of women in this town," I say softly.\n\n"I thought that was strange at first too. But no one around here seems to think anything of it," A faint smile touches her lips, "But oh, my, god, some of the men in town, they have the biggest cocks you've ever seen." Arousal is clear in her voice as she says it.\n\nLifting my eyebrows at the comment, I try to put it from my mind.\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Next">><<elseif $TomTanya is "Revealed">><<else>>[[Inquire about Tom again.]]\n\n<<endif>>\n\n<<if $TWarning is "Played">>[[Why did you slap me?]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[That's all for now.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n

Hesitantly, I ask, "You keep mentioning //her.//' I pause, steeling my resolve to continue, "Who exactly is she?"\n\nA look crosses Vick's features, fear, awe, and madness, all in equal measure, "//She// be da mother uh madness."\n\nFor several seconds, Vick stares at me, as if daring me to challange his words. I remain silent hoping that he'll say more, but he does not.\n\n"Can you tell me any more about her?" I add slowly.\n\n"She be ere un Wannan Cove. We ah be doomed." Vick's intinsety leaves me feeling unsettled and I choose not to push the conversation further.\n\n[[What's your story?]]\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]<<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Do you know anything about a guy named Tom?]]<<if $Pastor is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>>\n\nor\n\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]\n

I adjust my jacket, allowing Cobb a brief glimpse at my .38 Special.\n\n"I don't take well to threats," I say simply. \n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerIntimidation) gte 10>>'Shit," Cobb hisses, a hint of panic in his eyes. "it's dangerous round here. That's all I'm saying." He says in a rush.\n\n"How about you help me out a little then?" I ask in my most reasonable voice.\n\n'Sure, whatever." His eyes flicker to my jacket where my .38 Special is hidden, "What do you want to know?" \n\nCobb's eyes dart from one spot to another around the area, as if worried about who might see him speaking with me. It makes me wonder who's keeping him on such a short leash.\n\n"You said that this town doesn't like outsiders?" I inquire.\n\n"We're not used to unfamiliar faces, know what I mean?" He replies.\n\nI can tell that his body language is growing increasingly agitated, "Ok." I say, "Maybe you can tell me something else. I'm looking for a guy, mid twenties, short red hair and green eyes. Athletic. His name is Tom, and he would have been in Wanton Cove about a month ago." \n\nI can tell from his expression that he knows exactly who I'm talking about.\n\n"You seen him?" I make it more of a statement than question.\n\n"No, I haven't seen anyone like that." Cobb says quickly.\n\nI glower at him, stepping closer.\n\nCobb chooses this moment to make a break for it, turning quickly on his heel and making a run for it.\n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawl) gte 13>>He barely takes a step before a grab hold of his collar, slamming him against the building's side.\n\n"Lets try this again," I say coldly, "Do you know what happened to Tom?"\n\n"He came through here a little over a month ago," Cobb barely puts up a struggle as I keep him pinned to the wall. "He was asking a lot of questions, and some of the locals didn't like it." I can hear a //lot// of fear in his voice, and it rattles me a little to see someone crack like this so quickly.\n\nThe man looks like he could break into tears any second, "Sh-she'll //change// me." He breaks down and starts sobbing uncontrollably.\n\n"Who is //she//," I ask, but if he answers, I can't hear it through the crying.\n\n//What a pussy, a grown man behaving like that.// I shake my head in disgust.\n\nI don't believe thats all he knows by a long shot, but when someone starts blubbering, you've typically got all the information you're going to get out of them for a while.\n\nfrustrated, I let go of him. His boots barely touch the ground before he starts running from me.\n\n<<else>>I reach out quickly, but not nearly fast enough. Cobb is out of my reach in the blink of an eye, running headlong away from me.\n\nI shake my head and fight back a chuckle.\n\n//Not worth my time. If he knew something, then someone else will too.// I think.\n\n\n<<endif>><<else>>"Wasn't a threat." He replies, obviously having missed the little display I tried to make.\n\n"Come on, I just want to find Tom," I say.\n\n"You won't find him in Wanton Cove," Cobb says flatly. \n\n"Then where will I find him?" I ask.\n\nCobb doesn't really answer, he just gives a bit of a sad shrug. \n\n"Break's over," Cobb says shortly, pushing off the wall and walking away.\n<<if $SailorGoo1 is "Played">>\nI stand where I was until Cobb is out of sight. Once I'm convinced that he's gone, I kneel down for a better look at whatever he felt the need to hide from me.\n\nOn the ground is a small puddle of some kind of White Goo, Cobb's boot-print still partially visible in it. It takes me a moment to realize that the White Goo is putting off a faint glow.\n\nInspecting further, it's easy to see that the White Goo appears thick, but fluid.\n\nSighing, I look in the direction that Cobb went one last time, then turn my attention towards the main street through town.\n<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><<endif>><<endif>>\nStepping away from the building, I [[Head into the center of town.]]

I as much sense as see the void in the forest ahead of me. The energy in the air making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.\n\n//Something is //very// wrong here.//\n\nFrom behind me, Vick begins to speak, his words causing the blood in my veins to chill like ice water, "The others, they thought it would be difficult to bring you here, to get you to play your part," He says, the sound of him chambering a round in his rifle roots me to the spot. I slowly start to raise my hands, still holding the shotgun in one hand. I'm uncertain if I should turn and try using it as a club, or if dropping it is the better choice, "But I knew better. I //knew// you would be so busy trying to play the hero, trying to make sense of this fucked up little town, that you'd never see the truth until it bit you in the ass," He lets out a slow chuckle, "You played the part so well, its almost like you wanted this," There's a crunch of gravel as he moves behind me. I brace myself in case he's preparing to shoot me in the back, but it never happens, "Now, you're going to drop that shotgun then march down into the Cathedral until you come out the other side. //She'll// be waiting for you."\n\n[[Do as Vick says.]]\n[[Turn the tables on Vick.]]

Don't know how you lost it for sure, but at least you don't have to worry about that pesky hymen! \n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Cherry = "False">>

A small orgasm makes me shudder as each baseball sized egg slips from my well used cunt into a transparent sack. With a little squeeze, a final egg slips from my hole, connected to me by mucousy strands as it falls into the bag.\n\nIts a large clutch this time, almost fifty eggs in total. I can't help but feel pleased knowing that as many as half a dozen might grow to adulthood. //Only the strong survive, and the strong consume the weak.//\n\nMoving the clutch of eggs to the side where it joins several others, I make a sound that carries through the water. Answering my summons, a male enters my chamber in less than a minute. \n\n[img[images/DeepEnd2.png]]\n\nI'm pleased to see that he's already erect. One hand rubbing my belly, missing the fullness I feel when its full of eggs, I beckon him closer.\n\nEND

<<if $Day gte 5>>Looking at the window that points out towards town, I can see rain hitting the window in sheets, giving a blurred and distorted view of the world outside. A flash of lightning lights a small corner of the window for a fraction of a second. I can see a steady stream of rain running down the window, broken by the drops of rain hitting the glass. <<else>>Glancing towards a window at the front of the Barmaid's Daughter, I can see raindrops hitting the glass. The drops lazily run down the glass like little rivers. As drops meet, their descent becomes faster until they seem to race towards the bottom of the window.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

You should have just added 2 points to Mutation. This will affect your appearance. Additionally a series of events will play out related to progression down this path.\n\nThis sequence will play out below. Keep in mind that what you read below is the closing portion of any combat loss scene that involves gaining Mutation points, and that there will be a scene that leads to these. As such, they may lack a little context.\n\n\n<<if $Taint lte 54>>The Deep One looms over me for several seconds before it lets out a soft hiss. \n\nWith morbid fascination, I watch as the small slit along his skin near his groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to nearly a foot long. \n\nI tense as the thing moves closer, reaching for me. My fight or flight instinct kicks in, and having just lost the fight, I desperately try to make my escape. I’ve barely moved before its hand grabs my ankle painfully, its talons breaking the skin. With almost casual ease, it picks me up by my ankle.\n\n//How could I have thought I had a chance of winning against this thing?// I think in horror, dangling upside down from its outstretched hand. \n\nAs if sensing my resignation, he drops me. I land shoulder first in the muddy ground before landing on my back.\n\nIts large black eyes focused on me, it moves again, but subtly this time as its fingers wrap around its quivering cock.\n\nAll I can do is watch as it strokes itself, its hand moving in a steady rhythm for only a few seconds before he stiffens. With an inhuman whine, its hips shift right as a thick rope of creamy white cum erupts from the tip of its tapered cock. Whether by design, or sheer coincidence, the Deep One’s load hits me full in the face, most of its seed hitting me right across the lips and nose. I gasp, the taste of its salty seed entering my mouth. My head spins, a tingling sensation crossing my face and mouth wherever the Deep One’s seed touched me. \n\nSputtering, I try to spit the stuff out of my mouth, fighting back a gag as I do so. The creature makes a sound somewhere nearby, and I can hear it moving through the undergrowth away from me, but I’m far too preoccupied with trying to get the worst of its surprisingly sticky seed off of me. I scrape at it with my fingers, trying to scrub it away using water from a muddy puddle.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The Deep One stands, unmoving for several seconds, the wet breathing sounds accompanied by the slow rise and fall of its chest are the only indications that it’s a living thing. \n\nThen it blinks, some kind of thin membrane crossing over its eyes just before the lids close and reopen.\n\nWhen it moves, it is with startling speed. Its hand comes out, shoving me hard. I stumble and fall on my back on the muddy ground. Then, before I can react, it’s on me, holding me down with one hand while tugging at my pants with the other. \n\nI hear something tear, then my pants are pulled painfully past my hips with a savage pull. With little doubt remaining as to what the creature’s intentions are, I thrash wildly, if ineffectively, against it. \n\nIt grabs my cock and balls in one hand, its talons just breaking the skin. My struggles end suddenly as a cry of pain escapes my lips.\n\nThe creature seems to consider for several seconds, then releases my tender nethers. As soon as it does so, it roughly flips me over onto my belly, taking hold of my hip with one clawed hand and shoving me face first into the mud and water beneath me.\n\nSputtering mud and water from my mouth, I can feel the creature moving close behind me. Something slick and slimy brushes across my exposed ass, //No! This can’t be happening!// I fight the urge to scream at the futility of my situation.\n\nThe Deep One is uncaring of my lack of consent to this depraved deed though. The second its tapered penis brushes my anus, it presses forward, spearing my ass on its long cock. \n\nThe sound that I make is a mixture of panic and discomfort, like a wounded animal with no way out. \n\nHolding tightly to me, its talons piercing the flesh of my hips, the creature thrusts into my ass like it’s in a rut, hammering away at my anus with a desperate need.\n\nThen I the Deep One tenses, thrusting deep and holding itself there. A tepid wetness fills my bowels suddenly, seeping into my core. The feeling is strange, like someone expanded a balloon within my bowls. The sensation begins to change, my insides tingling as the fluid seems to soak into my body.\n\nMy anus throbs painfully, raw from the buggering I just received. I have to bite my lip to hold back a whimper.\n\nThe Deep One moves, pulling out quickly and leaving my ass feeling empty, aching to be filled again.\n\n//Do women feel like this when a man pulls out?// The thought is strange enough to distract me from my current situation momentarily.\n\nWhen I finally focus on my surroundings again, I begin to notice that the creature is no longer present, having left me, face down in the mud and grime beneath me.\n\nHesitating, I get unsteadily back to my feet. I watch my surroundings for any sign of the Deep One’s return as I pull my pants back up.\n\n<<else>>Unsteady, I stumble back, falling on my ass in the muddy water beneath me. \n\nThe Deep one stands where it is for a few more seconds. My eyes drifting down its muscular body. I watch as the small slit along his skin near its groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to about a foot long. \n\nMy eyes widen with horror at the size, and the implications of what is about to happen.\n\nBefore I can even begin to scramble away, the creature is on me, tearing at my clothes. I feel my pants come loose, the sound of something tearing as they are yanked down my legs to tangle around my ankles.\n\nI thrash beneath the thing, hammering at its chest with my fists with no visible effect. \n\nThe Deep One’s cold, rubbery cock brushes between my legs. I tense, unable to do anything but watch.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if it’s in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe Deep One pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>The beast ruts at my new cunt with an obsessive need, the force of its thrusts is almost painful.\n\nMercifully, it’s not long before the Deep One shoves forward. I can feel the tip of its tapered cock press hard against my cervix, nestling at the entrance of my innermost place.\n\nIt twitches inside of me, then jerks hard as I feel a lukewarm wetness start to fill me. I want to be repulsed by what is happening, but my own body betrays me as I shudder in orgasm, my pussy pulsating around the invading member inside of me as it tries to milk all of its seed into my womb.\n\nA few seconds later, it withdraws, making my cunt feel empty, aching to be filled again. \n\nI can hear the creature moving behind me, but by the time I regain enough strength to prop myself up, its already gone.\n\nUnsteadily, I stand, pulling my pants back up to where they belong.\n\n<<endif>><<if $Mutation gte 9>>Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I smell the salty ocean air, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 8>> Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nIt’s as if the skin of my face suddenly pulls sight, stretching as I feel a sensation just the wrong side of pain. The feeling eases after a few seconds, but then becomes a tickle across the sides of my neck.\n\nI struggle to take a breath, my hands reaching for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. A sudden revelation makes me shiver inside, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nThen the pain returns.\n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>With the Deep One gone, I have the urge to look myself over, clean myself as I look for what new changes will surely happen to my body.\n\nWith a sense of trepidation, I begin to inspect my aching body. Holding up one of my hands, I can see that the webbing between my fingers is both thicker than before and darker in color. My fingernails having become as black at those of the creature that just attacked me. Their ends now come to a sharp point like a talon.\n\nI sigh heavily in resignation. \n\nI’ve only just started to turn in an effort to be on my way when I feel a strange tickle across the sides of my neck. More troubling to me however is the way my face feels stiff and unresponsive.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath before reaching up towards my neck and face. Touching my face, I can feel that everything seems distorted. My eyes seem to dominate my face, my mouth feels far too large, like a gaping maw. I let my tongue brush along my teeth, finding that they are no longer flat and uniform but are instead slightly rounded points.\n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>I make my way towards a nearby puddle filled with some comparatively clean water. I can barely bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach out, cupping a hand full of water.\n\nI shudder as my hand touches my skin, //The texture, it’s not right.// The thought looms large in my mind. Touching my skin with more care, I realized that it has become rough in places, scaly to the touch.\n\nIn a sudden panic, I start to scrub harder at my skin, trying to return it to its original state.\n\nPain erupts across my arm where I am scrubbing, and when I look, I see a trail of blood across my skin. For just a second, I think it’s merely a wound from my recent fight that I had not yet noticed, but when I see my hand, I know that is not the case.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almost transparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me harder than any physical blow.\n\nI struggle to draw breath as panic seizes me. \n\nThen it gets worse.\n\nMy eyes trail up my arms, noticing that the skin now has a rough, almost scaly texture to it.\n\nReaching for the puddle, I start trying to wash myself, to scrub away this change that has become a part of me even though I know deep down that no amount of water or scrubbing will ever wash away what I am becoming.\n\nWhen I get back to my feet several minutes later, I choke back a sob, then pull my jacket tightly around myself, as if somehow the garment might protect me from the reality of what is happening to me.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>A knot starts to form in my stomach as I start to inspect myself. I begin to feel sick to my stomach as I realize that my skin has taken on a distinctly gray green cast. \n\nMy breathing starts to become labored as fear threatens to overwhelm the more rational part of my mind. It doesn’t help when I notice my hands, a thin web of skin connecting each finger like what you would expect to see on a frog. The webbing is so thin that I can actually see through it just a little bit, like it could easily tear if not careful.\n\n//This is a part of me now.// The thought leaves me shaken.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>Moving to a nearby puddle to clean myself. When my fingers touch my face, I begin to notice the changes that have occurred. My face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch. As I explore further, I notice that my eyes feel large on my face, disproportionately so. My lips seem to stretch wider than I remember.\n\nI turn to the puddle, trying to see my reflection in its surface, though that proves difficult in the constantly rippling pool as raindrops strike it. It does however reveal that my skin looks darker than previously. I quickly turn my attention to my arms and hands, noticing that my skin has taken on a gray green shade like an old bruise that hasn’t quite faded to yellow yet.\n\nA shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Sore from my recent fight, I move towards a puddle where I intend to wash the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nStretching out my hand, I stop just short of the water when I notice my fingernails. Slightly longer, and clearly thicker, they have taken on a bit of a gray color. \n\nPutting the thought aside for the moment, I reach for the puddle again, scooping some of the water to wash away the mud and slime covering my body.\n\nMy fingers barely touch my skin before I notice how tight my face feels, faintly rubbery to the touch. \n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\nMy anxiety only increases when I start to notice that other aspects of my face seem different as well. My eyes feel bulbous, too large for my face. My mouth as well feels like it has been stretched across my face.\n\nDark thoughts fill my head as I finish washing myself up.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>When I look down at myself, I notice that my slightly gray skin has started to take on a rough pebbly texture.\n\nWith morbid fascination, I let my fingers brush over the skin. Only to notice that my fingernails look different as well. They have become darker, obviously thicker and just a little longer as well.\n\n//Is this happening because of those abominations? These Deep Ones?// The implications cause me to shiver.\n\n<<else>>My whole body tingles in the wake of the fight. For a few seconds, I think it is just post fight jitters, but then I notice that my skin looks different. \n\n//I’m pale,// I think, //No, that’s not right, my skin has become slightly gray.//\n\nThe thought barely has time to cross my mind before I touch my skin, noticing that the color is not all that has changed. That my skin has taken on a rough pebbly texture as well.\n\nTrying to put what just happened out of my mind, I try to scrub the filth from my body.\n\n<<endif>><<set $Mutation +=2>>[[return|$return]]

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Walking towards the bluff, the soggy ground seems to pull at my boots. A <<if $Day gte 5>>heavt and persistant<<else>>slow but steady<</if>> rain has the ground saturated, the runoff turning the trail into a small creek running down the hill.\n\nStepping to the side of the trail and resolving myself to walk up the hill [[through the long wet grass.|Bluff]]

Generic:\nDocks: [[Combat A]]\nDocks 2: [[Docks Combat 2]]\nBad Part of Town: [[Combat Slum]]\nBarmaid's Daughter: [[Tavern Combat]]\nMain Street: [[Street Combat]]\nForest: [[Forest Combat]]\nRuins (Deep One): [[Ruins Fight 1]]\nRuins (Female Deep One): [[RuinsFightFemaleDeepOne]]\nRuins (Tentacled Thing): [[Ruins Fight 2]]\n\nUnique Combat Scenes:\nHybrid Fight: [[He does nothing of the sort.]]\nDeep One Fight: [[DeepOneFight]]\nFemale Hybrid Fight: [[Book Fight]]

<<if $Day gte 5>><<if $Madness gte 2>>My eyes turn upwards through the rain, looking at the shapes moving in the trees. Beedy eyes look back at me, an entire flock of crows //a murder of crows// I remind myself that they are called. They all follow my movements with a single minded focus that makes my skin crawl. \n\n//Are these creatures somehow her conduit? Can she see what they are seeing right now?//\n\nClenching my jaw, I force myself to look away. <<else>>Even through the thundering rain, I can see several large dark birds, crows, perched in the sickly trees throughout the park. \n\n//Caw!// A single crow calls, followed by a murmer of similar sounds from some of the others. The sound is nearly lost in the sound of the falling rain.<<endif>><<else>>There is a rustling in the trees overhead, causing me to look upwards. Among the branches, I can see a host of crows, all seeming to watch me.\n\nFor a moment I just look back before returning my scrutiny to the rest of the park. <<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|overgrown park]]

<<if $DeepCombat is "true">><<if $Taint lte 54>>The Deep One looms over me for several seconds before it lets out a soft hiss. \n\nWith morbid fascination, I watch as the small slit along his skin near his groin spreads, a gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to nearly a foot long. \n\nI tense as the thing moves closer, reaching for me. My fight or flight instinct kicks in, and having just lost the fight, I desperately try to make my escape. I’ve barely moved before its hand grabs my ankle painfully, its talons breaking the skin. With almost casual ease, it picks me up by my ankle.\n\n//How could I have thought I had a chance of winning against this thing?// I think in horror, dangling upside down from its outstretched hand. \n\nAs if sensing my resignation, he drops me. I land shoulder first in the muddy ground before landing on my back.\n\nIts large black eyes focused on me, it moves again, but subtly this time as its fingers wrap around its quivering cock.\n\nAll I can do is watch as it strokes itself, its hand moving in a steady rhythm for only a few seconds before he stiffens. With an inhuman whine, its hips shift right as a thick rope of creamy white cum erupts from the tip of its tapered cock. Whether by design, or sheer coincidence, the Deep One’s load hits me full in the face, most of its seed hitting me right across the lips and nose. I gasp, the taste of its salty seed entering my mouth. My head spins, a tingling sensation crossing my face and mouth wherever the Deep One’s seed touched me. \n\nSputtering, I try to spit the stuff out of my mouth, fighting back a gag as I do so. The creature makes a sound somewhere nearby, and I can hear it moving through the undergrowth away from me, but I’m far too preoccupied with trying to get the worst of its surprisingly sticky seed off of me. I scrape at it with my fingers, trying to scrub it away using water from a muddy puddle.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The Deep One stands, unmoving for several seconds, the wet breathing sounds accompanied by the slow rise and fall of its chest are the only indications that it’s a living thing. \n\nThen it blinks, some kind of thin membrane crossing over its eyes just before the lids close and reopen.\n\nWhen it moves, it is with startling speed. Its hand comes out, shoving me hard. I stumble and fall on my back on the muddy ground. Then, before I can react, it’s on me, holding me down with one hand while tugging at my pants with the other. \n\nI hear something tear, then my pants are pulled painfully past my hips with a savage pull. With little doubt remaining as to what the creature’s intentions are, I thrash wildly, if ineffectively, against it. \n\nIt grabs my cock and balls in one hand, its talons just breaking the skin. My struggles end suddenly as a cry of pain escapes my lips.\n\nThe creature seems to consider for several seconds, then releases my tender nethers. As soon as it does so, it roughly flips me over onto my belly, taking hold of my hip with one clawed hand and shoving me face first into the mud and water beneath me.\n\nSputtering mud and water from my mouth, I can feel the creature moving close behind me. Something slick and slimy brushes across my exposed ass, //No! This can’t be happening!// I fight the urge to scream at the futility of my situation.\n\nThe Deep One is uncaring of my lack of consent to this depraved deed though. The second its tapered penis brushes my anus, it presses forward, spearing my ass on its long cock. \n\nThe sound that I make is a mixture of panic and discomfort, like a wounded animal with no way out. \n\nHolding tightly to me, its talons piercing the flesh of my hips, the creature thrusts into my ass like it’s in a rut, hammering away at my anus with a desperate need.\n\nThen I the Deep One tenses, thrusting deep and holding itself there. A tepid wetness fills my bowels suddenly, seeping into my core. The feeling is strange, like someone expanded a balloon within my bowls. The sensation begins to change, my insides tingling as the fluid seems to soak into my body.\n\nMy anus throbs painfully, raw from the buggering I just received. I have to bite my lip to hold back a whimper.\n\nThe Deep One moves, pulling out quickly and leaving my ass feeling empty, aching to be filled again.\n\n//Do women feel like this when a man pulls out?// The thought is strange enough to distract me from my current situation momentarily.\n\nWhen I finally focus on my surroundings again, I begin to notice that the creature is no longer present, having left me, face down in the mud and grime beneath me.\n\nHesitating, I get unsteadily back to my feet. I watch my surroundings for any sign of the Deep One’s return as I pull my pants back up.\n\n<<else>>Unsteady, I stumble back, falling on my ass in the muddy water beneath me. \n\nThe Deep one stands where it is for a few more seconds. My eyes drifting down its muscular body. I watch as the small slit along his skin near its groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to about a foot long. \n\nMy eyes widen with horror at the size, and the implications of what is about to happen.\n\nBefore I can even begin to scramble away, the creature is on me, tearing at my clothes. I feel my pants come loose, the sound of something tearing as they are yanked down my legs to tangle around my ankles.\n\nI thrash beneath the thing, hammering at its chest with my fists with no visible effect. \n\nThe Deep One’s cold, rubbery cock brushes between my legs. I tense, unable to do anything but watch.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if it’s in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe Deep One pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>The beast ruts at my new cunt with an obsessive need, the force of its thrusts is almost painful.\n\nMercifully, it’s not long before the Deep One shoves forward. I can feel the tip of its tapered cock press hard against my cervix, nestling at the entrance of my innermost place.\n\nIt twitches inside of me, then jerks hard as I feel a lukewarm wetness start to fill me. I want to be repulsed by what is happening, but my own body betrays me as I shudder in orgasm, my pussy pulsating around the invading member inside of me as it tries to milk all of its seed into my womb.\n\nA few seconds later, it withdraws, making my cunt feel empty, aching to be filled again. \n\nI can hear the creature moving behind me, but by the time I regain enough strength to prop myself up, its already gone.\n\nUnsteadily, I stand, pulling my pants back up to where they belong.\n\n<<endif>><<if $Mutation gte 9>>Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I smell the salty ocean air, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 8>> Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nIt’s as if the skin of my face suddenly pulls sight, stretching as I feel a sensation just the wrong side of pain. The feeling eases after a few seconds, but then becomes a tickle across the sides of my neck.\n\nI struggle to take a breath, my hands reaching for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. A sudden revelation makes me shiver inside, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nThen the pain returns.\n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>With the Deep One gone, I have the urge to look myself over, clean myself as I look for what new changes will surely happen to my body.\n\nWith a sense of trepidation, I begin to inspect my aching body. Holding up one of my hands, I can see that the webbing between my fingers is both thicker than before and darker in color. My fingernails having become as black at those of the creature that just attacked me. Their ends now come to a sharp point like a talon.\n\nI sigh heavily in resignation. \n\nI’ve only just started to turn in an effort to be on my way when I feel a strange tickle across the sides of my neck. More troubling to me however is the way my face feels stiff and unresponsive.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath before reaching up towards my neck and face. Touching my face, I can feel that everything seems distorted. My eyes seem to dominate my face, my mouth feels far too large, like a gaping maw. I let my tongue brush along my teeth, finding that they are no longer flat and uniform but are instead slightly rounded points.\n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>I make my way towards a nearby puddle filled with some comparatively clean water. I can barely bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach out, cupping a hand full of water.\n\nI shudder as my hand touches my skin, //The texture, it’s not right.// The thought looms large in my mind. Touching my skin with more care, I realized that it has become rough in places, scaly to the touch.\n\nIn a sudden panic, I start to scrub harder at my skin, trying to return it to its original state.\n\nPain erupts across my arm where I am scrubbing, and when I look, I see a trail of blood across my skin. For just a second, I think it’s merely a wound from my recent fight that I had not yet noticed, but when I see my hand, I know that is not the case.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almost transparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me harder than any physical blow.\n\nI struggle to draw breath as panic seizes me. \n\nThen it gets worse.\n\nMy eyes trail up my arms, noticing that the skin now has a rough, almost scaly texture to it.\n\nReaching for the puddle, I start trying to wash myself, to scrub away this change that has become a part of me even though I know deep down that no amount of water or scrubbing will ever wash away what I am becoming.\n\nWhen I get back to my feet several minutes later, I choke back a sob, then pull my jacket tightly around myself, as if somehow the garment might protect me from the reality of what is happening to me.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>A knot starts to form in my stomach as I start to inspect myself. I begin to feel sick to my stomach as I realize that my skin has taken on a distinctly gray green cast. \n\nMy breathing starts to become labored as fear threatens to overwhelm the more rational part of my mind. It doesn’t help when I notice my hands, a thin web of skin connecting each finger like what you would expect to see on a frog. The webbing is so thin that I can actually see through it just a little bit, like it could easily tear if not careful.\n\n//This is a part of me now.// The thought leaves me shaken.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>Moving to a nearby puddle to clean myself. When my fingers touch my face, I begin to notice the changes that have occurred. My face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch. As I explore further, I notice that my eyes feel large on my face, disproportionately so. My lips seem to stretch wider than I remember.\n\nI turn to the puddle, trying to see my reflection in its surface, though that proves difficult in the constantly rippling pool as raindrops strike it. It does however reveal that my skin looks darker than previously. I quickly turn my attention to my arms and hands, noticing that my skin has taken on a gray green shade like an old bruise that hasn’t quite faded to yellow yet.\n\nA shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Sore from my recent fight, I move towards a puddle where I intend to wash the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nStretching out my hand, I stop just short of the water when I notice my fingernails. Slightly longer, and clearly thicker, they have taken on a bit of a gray color. \n\nPutting the thought aside for the moment, I reach for the puddle again, scooping some of the water to wash away the mud and slime covering my body.\n\nMy fingers barely touch my skin before I notice how tight my face feels, faintly rubbery to the touch. \n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\nMy anxiety only increases when I start to notice that other aspects of my face seem different as well. My eyes feel bulbous, too large for my face. My mouth as well feels like it has been stretched across my face.\n\nDark thoughts fill my head as I finish washing myself up.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>When I look down at myself, I notice that my slightly gray skin has started to take on a rough pebbly texture.\n\nWith morbid fascination, I let my fingers brush over the skin. Only to notice that my fingernails look different as well. They have become darker, obviously thicker and just a little longer as well.\n\n//Is this happening because of those abominations? These Deep Ones?// The implications cause me to shiver.\n\n<<else>>My whole body tingles in the wake of the fight. For a few seconds, I think it is just post fight jitters, but then I notice that my skin looks different. \n\n//I’m pale,// I think, //No, that’s not right, my skin has become slightly gray.//\n\nThe thought barely has time to cross my mind before I touch my skin, noticing that the color is not all that has changed. That my skin has taken on a rough pebbly texture as well.\n\nTrying to put what just happened out of my mind, I try to scrub the filth from my body.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<</if>><<set $Mutation += 1>><<set $DeepCombat to "false">><<else>>\n<<if $random is 1>><<if $Mutation lte 9>><<if $Taint lte 54>>This abomonation kicks me in the ribs as I start to get to my feet. I sprawl sideways into the mud.\n\nI can see this hidious thing looking down at me, prowling around me like a predator looking at prey.\n\nOf all the things I expect to see, from this //thing// just walking away, to it moving in for the killing blow, what it does catches me completely off guard.\n\nI stair dumbfounded as it fishes its cock from its patchwork pants. The thing is long and tapered, its dark gray with a hint of pink along its underside. The thing glistens wetly even fresh from the confines of its pants.\n\nI begin to tense up, prepared to fight the creature if it comes any closer. Instead, it holds its ground, beginning to stroke its length with what appears to be a powerful grip.\n\nIts hand is almost a blur of motion as it quickly jerks itself, its hard shaft quivering as it points straight at me.\n\nFearful that any action I might take will result in the thing attacking me again, I wait, searching for some way to safely escape the situation.\n\nSuddenly, this thing jerks its hips, a long thick stream of white shooting from the tip of its tapered cock with incredible percision. The blast hits me right on the upper lip, just to the left of my nose before crossing my face in a way that leaves my lips coated in this thing's salty seed.\n\nI sputter, trying to spit the stuff from my lips, the taste nearly making me gag.\n\nThe creature makes a sound that might be a laugh, but I'm far too preoccupied with getting its surprisingly sticky seed off of my face. \n\nMy face tingles where this abomonation's seed has touched it, and my hands feel the same as I try to scrape it away with my fingers. Eventually, I think I've cleared the worst of it, using a puddle to wash my face and hands when I'm done.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>This //thing// shoves me down into the mud face first. I come up sputtering mud and water from my lips. It then places a hand on the small of my back, pressing me down to the ground before trying to yank my pants down past my hips.\n\nMy pants catch painfully on my hips, I can hear the material straining against his strength. Pausing, it gives a second yank that finally pulls my pants down my thighs.\n\nStrongly suspecting the creature's motives, I thrash about, trying to free myself of its grip.\n\nMy efforts are rewarded by the creature shoving me violently into the muddy ground.\n\nThe creature pauses, and I'm not sure why. It makes a confused sound, then I feel its cold wet hand grab my cock and balls painfully.\n\nI let out a startled sound, thrashing wildly as I frantically try to escale this perverted thing.\n\nIt makes another sound, shoves me face first into the mud again, then shuffles up behind me. \n\nPure panic fills me when something wet and slimy brushes across my ass. //No, no, no, no!// My mind screams in futility.\n\nThe abomonation is oblivious to my wishes in this matter, and a second later, I feel the tapered end of its slick cock brush between my ass cheeks.\n\nIt thrusts forward, missing its mark and gliding along the crack of my ass. A second later, it tries again, this time sinking its long thin penis deep into my anus. The sound that I make is a mixture of discomfort and horror at what is happening.\n\nHolding tightly to my hips, this vile creature fucks my ass with rapid thrusts for several minutes before suddenly tensing. \n\nThen I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing anus.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it is about to introduce me to, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<else>>Defeated, the creature wastes no time shoving me onto my chest. Pressing me into the muddy ground, he yanks my pants down past my hips painfully to expose my ass to the cool air.\n\nI try to get up, to squirm away from the abomonation, but it takes hold of my hips in a powerful grip that seems to emphasize how soft my physical body has become.\n\nThis thing quickly shuffles in behind me, looming over me as I feel something cool and slick slide across my bottom. \n\nI redouble my efforts to escape as I realize this cold rubbery thing sliding along the crack of my ass is this creature's cock.\n\nMy struggles prove futile.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>I can't help but feel shame as this vile //thing// fucks me like I'm nothing more than a whore to be used.\n\nThis continues for several minutes, the creature shoving me back down into the mud dispassionately any time I try to free myself from its grip, or even move so that my face is not being pressed into the muddy ground.\n\nEventually, the thing rutting at my cunt seems to loose its rhythm, its thrusts becoming irregular. Then I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing pussy.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it will inflict upon me, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<</if>><</if>><<if $Mutation gte 10>>Gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to releave the pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI dont know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, its something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean.\n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, like myself. Most are female, many of them are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me. When I pass a chamber with a pair of females and no sign of a male, I slip inside. Glancing down, I'm idly impressed by the sheer size of my manhood, perhaps a foot long and thick as a bottle of beer.\n\nThe females appear receptive, one of them presenting herself with her dark cleft on full display.\n\nMoving forward, I grab hold of the female, her hand reaching down to guide me to her opening before I thrust into her. \n\nIn the water like this, it takes me a moment to find my rhythm, but once I do, its not long before I spill my seed inside of her.\n\nAs soon as I'm done, the second female coaxes me towards her.\n\n//Duty beckons.//\n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean. \n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, similar to myself. \n\nThe few males I see are powerfully built and in most cases, I can see massive erections jutting out in front of them as they fornicate with the considerably more numerous females. \n\nI feel a growing arousal within me, like a need with no outlet. Its only at this moment that I come to a horrible realization. Unlike the Deep Ones around me, I'm sexless.\n\nOne of the Deep Ones swims towards me, its a male. It looks at me, and I can sense a hint of amusement coming from it at my predicament. \n\nThe despearate sound I make is faint in the water, but it seems to carry all around us.\n\n//What kind of hell is this.// I want to weep, but I am unable to do so. \n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>As we swim, I feel a growing ache in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nPausing, I let my hands stray over my belly, then lower, only to discover that my manhood is gone, replaced with an oh so sensitive slit.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<else>>As we swim, I feel a growing hunger in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void, to //feed// the hunger I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Mutation gte 9>>My skin begins to feel funny, like my face is being stretched in strange ways. A few seconds later, I feel a tickle along the sides of my neck.\n\nI take a deep breath that I let out slowly in a failed attempt to calm my nerves before I reach for my face. Everything I touch feels distored, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revalation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost dont feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>With my assailant gone, I pause, part of me wanting to go clean myself and check for what new horror has befallen my body, part of me wanting to walk away in the hopes of not having to face whatever changes I have experienced this time.\n\nMy morbid curiosity wins out. I begin to inspect my body for new changes, changes that are almost immediately obvious.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>Feeling the need to clean myself after the encounter, I find a puddle with some moderately clean water. I can't bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach for the water, cupping the water as I move to wash myself. \n\nI tremble slightly when my hand touches my body, //the texture, its all wrong// the thought nearly overwhelms me. My skin has taken on several rough patches, scaly to the touch. \n\nIn a moment of panic, I scrub at my skin harder, desperate to scrub my skin to its original state. After several minutes, I finally give up, my skin sore in the places I had tried to wash the scaly texture away and having made no progress in changing what had happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almosttransparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me like a physical blow.\n\nFear spikes through me, making it so that I can hardly breathe. I wretch, feeling like I'm about to empty the contents of my stomach, though the action produces nothing. I don't know how long I stare at my hands, unable to fully accept what is happening to me\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>When I begin to clean myself up, I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach as I begin to carefully inspect myself.\n\nEven though I half expect something to have happened to me, I still feel like I'm going to be sick when I realize that my slightly gray skin has become more of a gray green now.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at my hands, my arms, fascenated as much as horrified at this new change I have experienced. Eventually my mind comes back to the present, that this is //my// body experiencing this change. \n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>At a nearby puddle, I start to clean the worst of the filth from my body. As I do so, I begin to notice that my face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch.\n\nTaking a minute to explore my face with my hands, I can feel that my eyes feel different, my mouth wider than I recalled. Quickly turning my attention back to the puddle, the reflection staring back at me has eyes just a little large for the face they are on and a mouth that stretches wider than it should.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>When I start to wipe the worst of the mess from my body, I notice that my fingernails look different. Inspecting further, I notice that they are both thicker than usual and look to be of a gray color.\n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Using a nearby puddle, I spend a couple of minutes washing the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nAs my fingers slide over my skin, I start to notice that in addition to the slight graying of my skin I had noticed previously, my skin has started to take on a rough, almost pebbly texture.\n\n//I need to avoid these //things//, they're doing something to me.// I shudder slightly as I try to consider the implications. Eventually, shaken by the thoughts in my mind, I try to focus my attention elsewhere\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<else>>It takes me a few seconds, but I finally get my pants pulled back up to where they belong. Once done with that, I look for a clean puddle of water to try washing the worst of the mud and grime off of my body.\n\nAs I'm finishing up, I pause, looking at my hands that look paler than usual, with a slight gray tone to the skin. //I guess I'll have to take a proper bath to get the rest of this grime off of my body.// I try desperately to not think about what just happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<</if>>\n\n<<else>><<if $Taint lte 54>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the street, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The wet cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The sounds of rain striking the rooftops is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//What the fuck does he think// he's //doing?// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He wouldn't have, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold wet of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing wet and chilled, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My mouth feels a little slimy and tastes faintly of salt. Turning my head to the side, I spit a mouth full of whitish plhegm at the ground beside me before wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve.<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the street, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The cold wet of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nI notice that my pants are pulled low around my waist, as if my assailant had tried to pull them off of me, then gave up. \n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The soft wishper of light rain falling is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//Please don't.// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He did, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My ass hurts slightly, my pants tangled around my ankles. Reaching back, I touch my tender ass, my fingers coming away with what is clearly cum on my fingertips, //What the fuck is wrong with these people?//\n\nPulling my pants back up and securing my belt, I shudder slightly, not entirely from the cold.<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Stepping forward, my assailant grabs hold of a fist full of my hair, throwing me to the street. \n\nI catch myself on my hands and knees, my whole world tilting wildly as I try to stay upright. A familiar sound, but one I have difficulty placing in my disoriented state, cuts through the soundof my labored breathing. Turning towards the sound, I see my assailant moving towards me, his zipper down as he fishes his big dick out through the hole. //A zipper.// I think with disgust.\n\nThe man grabs a fist full of my hair again, slapping my face hard. Stars burst forth before my eyes, "Bitch needs to learn her place," He growls.\n\nBefore I have time to figure out what he means, I feel his hard cock shove past my lips into my mouth. I gag from the sudden intrusion, his firm grip on my hair keeps me from jerking away from his offending member. The man fucks my face savagely for maybe a dozen thrusts, then shoves me back down into the muddy street. \n\nI start trying to get up, but I feel his booted foot placed on my ass, then he pushes hard, sending me sprawling in the mud. I'm barely to my hands and knees again before I feel his rough hands on my hips, grabbing my pants and pulling them down almost to my knees with one savage yank.\n\nThe cool air on my ass, and alarmingly wet pussy makes me shiver. A feminine whimper, touched with a hint of fear, escapes my lips. The sound of my own voice, a clear indication of how much I've changed since arriving in Wanton Cove, frightens me almost as much as the realization that I'm about to be raped by this man.\n\nA second pull of my pants pulls them past my knees to tangle around my ankles. Before I can even fully assess my options, I feel both of the man's hands on my hips as he starts to shuffle into place behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\n<</if>>Within moments, the man's thrusting rhythmically into my pussy, the wet sounds filling me with embarrassment as I realize much of it is from the wetness of my own arousal.\n\nIts not long before my own hips are thrusting back to meet his own. The satisfied groan that escapes his lips only serves to make me blush crimson, his own thrusts starting to come quicker.\n\nI can feel a pressure starting to build within me, my pussy's rough fucking sending waves of pleasure through me.\n\nThe man thrusts forward suddenly, holding himself deep within my depths, his cock pressing firmly against my cervix. His cock pulses within me, hot cum exploding against my cerivix in jet after jet of his seed.\n\nMy own pussy convulses, like a massive wave crashing against the shore, the walls of my pussy milking his tool of his cum.\n\nThe man withdraws slowly, I can feel a trickle of his cum slip from my pussy to run slowly down my thigh.\n\nBreathing heavily, I lay face down in the cold, muddy street, my ass up in the air. Behind me, I can hear the man zip his pants back up, then a satisfied chuckle from him before his footsteps retreat into the distance.\n\nBarely fighting back a sob, I spend a few seconds cleaning myself up, then quickly dress myself.<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>The man steps towards me in a swift motion, like a cobra striking. His fist flashes out, catching me in the stomach, the air in my lungs expells violently, leaving me gasping to regain my breath. \n\nMy assailant wastes no time in shoving me down on my back in the cold street. With a ferral grin, he pounces on me, one of his hands going around my throat while the other goes to the front of my pants, working to free me of my belt and pants. \n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 7>>Batting and clawing futilely at the arm holding my throat and thrashing wildly beneath him, the man barely acknowledges that I'm trying to break free of his grip.\n\nTugging at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 12>>Clawing and batting at the arm around my throat, my efforts are rewarded with a backhand to my face that leaves me seeing stars. \n\nWith his grip firmer than before, I have small satisfaction at the sight of blood trickling down his arm where my fingernails have gouged deep scratches in the flesh of his arm.\n\nTugging once more at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) gte 13>>Struggling beneath him, I dig my fingernails deep into the flesh of the man's wrist, probing for the nerve I know is there.\n\nThe man lets out an angry hiss as his grip loosens. Taking advantage of his distraction, I drive my knee up between his legs with enough force to knock him off of me. \n<</if>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Wish a firm push, the man sends me sprawling across the street in the poor part of town.\n\nI barely manage to get to my hands and knees as I try to stand back up when his boot catches me in the ribs. I gasp for breath, the sound a rasping groan as I curl in on myself, my arms protectively over my middle.\n\nA moment later, the man is on me, his hands pulling at my pants. I curl into a tighter ball, trying to make it more difficult to remove my pants, but the errort proves futile. The man half picks me up with the next pull, I think I hear something start to tear, then my pants pull free suddenly, reaching my knees before they catch again.\n\nThe man places a dirty boot on my ass as he pulls one more time, my pants passing my knees to tangle around my ankles.\n\nThe man's caloused hands grip my hips, pulling me to my hands and knees.\n\n//Crack!// His hand strikes my ass with a sound that seems to carry into the distance. A soft chuckle escapes his lips, one of his hands sliding between my legs to brush my moist slit.\n\n"All ready then," The man growls, obviously pleased at my wetness. \n\nThen I feel the man moving behind me, spreading my legs as much as the tangled pants around my ankles will allow as he moves into position behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.<</if>>A few more thrusts and my body begins to respond on its own. I try desperately to ignore the pleasure, but it only takes a little while before I can feel my body building towards a powerful orgasm.\n\nThe man's cock inside of me glides in and out like a well oiled piston, sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel his pace becoming erratic, his thrusts becoming more insistant as he begins to near his peak.\n\nMy entire body tenses and trembles as my orgasm crashes over me like a massive wave. Behind me, the man holds onto my hips, hilting his throbbing cock deep inside of me.\n\nWith my pussy quivering around the cock probing my womb, I feel the man's penis pulse and jerk inside of me, filling me with a warmth that seems to seep into my soul.\n\nUncerimoniously, the man pulls out, I can feel his cum dribbling down the inside of my thigh.\n\nThe man pulls his pants up, already walking away without so much as a glance back at me.<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><</if>><<set $CharHP = 1>>\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<</if>><<set $Mutation +=1>><<endif>>\n

<<if $Day gte 5>>The flash of lightning is muffled by the thick canopy overhead, but the rumble of thunder is so close on its heels that it makes me flinch.\n\nMy eyes flicker to the couple of buildings I can see from where I'm standing and wonder if I should consider taking shelter.\n\nAfter a few seconds of consideration, I decide that with so many tall trees and tall buildings around me, odds are that those will act as lightning rods and that I'm probably just as safe walking these ancient streets as I would be huddled inside of one of the strange buildings in the area.\n\nAs I start to walk again, I hear the rumble of thunder from somewhere further in the distance.\n\n<<else>>Looking at the strangeness of this place around me, I loose track of time. Its not until I hear a chittering, babbling sound somewhere off to my side that I snap out of it and focus on where I am and why. \n\nSuddenly uneasy, I move to put my back to a nearby building as I listen. \n\nThe //thing// must not be looking for me specifically though because I can hear the sound drifting into the distance.\n\nOnce I feel sure its passed, I hasten my trek in the opposite direction I had heard the sound going.\n\n<</if>>[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

One month later.\n\n//The radio plays loudly as its owner navigates the vehicle toward his destination.\n\n//Fear still grips the region as the Patchwork Murderer is still at large,// The voice on the radio speaks quickly, just a little static coming from the speakers, //as a twelfth mass murder was reported. So far police have been able to identify nearly thirty of the victims from body parts found across eight crime scenes. The police so far either do now know, or are not reporting on the total number of victims across the crime scenes. Detective Peter Duntel has been quoted as saying //"We're following every possible lead and working hard to identify the victims. This has some striking parallels to something that happened a few years back and we have some promising leads in that area."// Police have advised citizens to stay in at night and if you must go out to not do so alone.\n\nIn possibly related news, more than one hundred,-//\n\nWith a disgusted grunt, he pulls up to the curb, putting the car in park.\n\n"What do we have?" Peter Duntel asks the nearby officer as he exits his car.\n\n"They've caught him," The young officer says, his eyes just a little too wide.\n\n//Kid's rattled,// Peter realizes, //Bet <<print $PlayerName>> would do anything to be here right now.//\n\n"Caught who?" Peter asks, not quite following the train of thought, "Isn't this another Patchwork Murderer site?"\n\n"It is," The young officer begins, but Peter finally realizes what the man is saying, "You're saying they caught the Patchwork Murderer?!?"\n\nThe young officer just nods.\n\nPeter almost runs toward where he sees a group of officers flanking the alley to keep people out. \n\n"Sir," A burly cop steps toward Peter as he begins to speak, "You shouldn't be here," Mike says, a good cop that Peter has known for more than a decade.\n\n"What the hell you talking about, I'm the lead on this case, I //belong// here.\n\nMike swallows visibly, "I can't stop you," The thick set man says, concern in his eyes, "But I really think you should sit this one out and let someone tell you what we find here instead of,-"\n\n//Must be worse than usual, Mike isn't one to let something get under his skin.//\n\nPeter cuts him off with a wave of his hand and pushes past the group. In the enclosed area of the alley, the coppery stench of blood hangs thick in the air. \n\nThe early morning sun is angled just right to illuminate the narrow alley, great swaths of strange symbols painted in crimson blood smearing the walls all around him. \n\nSeveral officers are grouped not far ahead, blocking his view of anything further down the alley. \n\n//Must be the body,// Peter thinks to himself, //Wonder momentarily if they've already booked the Patchwork Murderer or if he's still around here somewhere?//\n\nPushing between two of the officers, Peter sees the murder scene for the first time.\n\nAfter seeing so many of these horrible scenes this last month, he can tell that almost everything appears just as it has in all the other scenes. \n\nThe one difference defies reason.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, what are you doing here? And why are you wearing a //dress?//" He asks the man standing ankle deep in blood right beside the body. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he realizes that there's something terribly wrong with what he's seeing that goes far beyond his old friend wearing woman's clothing.\n\nPeter, wide eyed, reaches for the gun at his hip, drawing the Smith & Weston Magnum with exaggerated slowness.\n\n"Peter! You've come to help!" <<print $PlayerName>> says with an eerie smile, "I'm so close to saving Azumi!"\n\n<<print $PlayerName>> looks suddenly at the empty space beside him, "Don't worry, he'll help us. We're so close now!"\n\nWhen he looks back at Peter, the madness is clear in his eyes, "I love her," He says, as if that somehow explains everything. \n\nPeter can't quite force himself to point his weapon at his former partner, his oldest friend. Peter opens his mouth to speak, to ask why, but the words falter, stillborn on his tongue as he looks at the body for the first time. \n\nThis body is not completed, //They must have interrupted him in the middle of displaying this body,// and the traditional layer of skin has only just started to be sewn across the face. Peter recognizes the face almost instantly. More feminine than he remembered, but without a doubt the face of Tom.\n\n"She's beautiful isn't she?" <<print $PlayerName>> says softly from where he is standing, "We call her Tanya now. She's helping me save Azumi from //her//," His voice holds a haunting quality to it, "Azumi was intended to be the perfect vessel, but now Tanya can give birth to //her// instead," His voice trembles with excitement, "Don't you see, Azumi doesn't have to die!"\n\n//THE BEGINNING\n\n\n\n\n[[New Game Plus.]]

<<if $Mutation gte 5>>Knocking on the door, I hear someome calling from within, "Just a moment! Coming!" Its only a few seconds after that when I hear the door being unlocked. \n\nA couple of seconds later, the door swings open to reveal <<if $RoseCrow is "Not Played">>a frail and filthy looking little woman. <<else>>Rose Crow, looking every bit as unkept as the last time I saw her. <<endif>> \n\nSeeing me, her eyes widen in horror. The sound she makes is like the bastard child of a scream and a sob. \n\nI don't even have time to reply before the door slams in my face. On the other side, I can hear her fumbling to lock the door again. In spite of my best efforts to call to her through the door, she never replies. \n\nSighing, I take a step back from the door, listening to her weeping on the other side of it.\n\nFeeling upset, I walk back to the muddy street.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>><<if $RoseCrow is "Not Played">>Stepping up to the house, I knock firmly on the door.\n\nI can hear someone calling, "Just a moment! Coming!" From the sound of her voice, it sounds as if she has been crying.\n\nA few seconds later, I can hear the sound of someone unlocking the door. \n\nWhen the door swings open, I see a waif of a woman. Petite and underweight, she looks like she hasn't bathed in a while and filth on her face is streaked from tears. The tangled mess of hair on her head covers much of her face.\n\nShe looks at me, a look of a scared animal afraid of a predator. Absently, she reaches to her shoulder where she pulls her filthy dress up higher on her shoulder.\n\nThe expression on her face is one I've seen before. The look of a loved one who expects to learn their loved one is dead and has already started to mourn. As I watch, what little composure she has seems to crumble. She leans heavily on the door, a sob escaping her lips when she sees me standing there.\n\nI instinctively step forward, catching her before she can fall and holding her upright. \n\n"//He's dead, I knew he was dead, . . . //" Whatever she says next is lost in her blubbering howl.\n\n[[Help her inside.]]\n\n<<elseif $RoseCrow is "Played">>At the door, I give a firm knock. A second later I can hear Rose call from somewhere inside, "Just a moment! Coming!"\n\nRose seems to have herself marginally composed when she opens the door. There's an all too familiar mixture of worry and hope in her expression.\n\n//She thinks I have news about her husband, but she's scared of what that news might be.//\n\n"I haven't nearned anything new," I say in my most soothing voice, "But I was walking by and wanted to stop in and see how you were doing."\n\n"Shitty," She mumbles, but she steps out of the way, gesturing for me to enter her home, "Though I appreciate the gesture."\n\nI can't help but find her somewhat crass, yet blatantly honest answer to be refreshing.\n\n[[Step inside.|Help her inside.]]\n\n<<endif>><<endif>>

The femaleDeep One looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nThe only sounds that I can hear is that of falling rain, the raspy breath of the creature, and my own ragged breath threatening to drown out everything else.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tThe female Deep One is still on its feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tThe female Deep One falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at your opponent.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tThe female Deep One is still on its feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tThe female Deep One falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with my First Aid Kit, I tend the worst of my wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> I turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by your opponent's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostRuinsFemale]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tYour opponent slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from your attacker! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou attacker's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostRuinsFemale]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tMy opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tYour opponent throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostRuinsFemale]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nYour opponent attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tYour assailant disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tYour opponent fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering your opponent, you [[flee from your attacker.|Continue into the ruins.][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextRuinsFemale]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextRuinsFemale]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: \n\t[[Shoot it.|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\t[[Punch it.|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

"Aaron mentioned something about Wanton Cove's former pastor?" I begin, "I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit about him?"\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//I don't know why I bother asking. The people here in Wanton Cove, nearly every one of them, have only misled and tried to confuse me.//\n\nI open my mouth to say something, but before I do, she begins to speak.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>//Will it even matter if I can learn anything from Nadia? With //her// out there, it may be too late to make any difference here in Wanton Cove anyway.<<else>><<endif>>\n\n<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 13>>Fear, like a cornered animal, flickers across Nadia's features before she starts to answer, "Not much to tell really. I knew him from when he'd come into my store, but we never talked much." She gives a little shrug, "He," She pauses, her expression showing concern for a second before she continues, "Was a good man, and good looking as well." A slight smile touches her lips, but it does not touch her eyes, "I heard Ol' Jackobson saw him up on the bluff. He seemed to think he jumped to his death, but if you ask me, muddy as that bluff is, its more likely he slipped."\n\nI cant help but think her comments sounded almost rehersed, "That's all?" I prod.\n\n"Yeah," She says in a small voice, not meeting my gaze. Then her expression changes into a small smile suddenly, her eyes drifting up my body in a very un-lady like way, "So, you going to buy something, or-?"\n\n"Hold on a second," I stop her, my voice as firm as I can make it.<<if ($PlayerIntimidation + $PlayerStrength) gte 9>>\n\nNadia's expression shifts to just a hint shy of terror, "I," She swallows audibly, "//Please,// that's all I know."\n\nI've seen that look a number of times in my life. Always when sitting across the table from someone who knows more than they are telling, but are far more scared of whoever they are protecting than they are for me. I fight the urge to drop the line of questioning and seek answers elsewhere, but choose to push on instead, "You can't tell me anything more?"\n\nNadia shakes her head, her eyes flicking towards the doorway as if seeking some escape. Her eyes are welled up, on the verge of shedding tears.\n\n"Did someone kill Pastor Erkon?" I ask softly, trying to be reassuring, "You can tell me, I can protect you."\n\n"No," A single tear crests and falls, tracing the left side of her nose in its decent. She quickly reaches up to wipe it away, drying her eyes as she does so, "You might think you can, but you cant." The cold certainty in her voice makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.\n\nTaking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I nod, "Think about it. If you change your mind, you can talk to me, ok?"\n\nShe nods, but I can tell from the haunted look in her eyes that I'm unlikely to learn any more from her on the subject. <<else>>\n\nNadia's expression shifts to just a hint shy of terror, "I," She swallows audibly, "//Please,// that's all I know."\n\nI've seen that look a number of times in my life. Always when sitting across the table from someone who knows more than they are telling, but are far more scared of whoever they are protecting than they are for me. I let out a little sigh, realizing that I'm not going to learn anything more from her.\n\nTaking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I nod, "Think about it. If you remember anything, let me know, ok?"\n\nShe nods, but I can tell from the haunted look in her eyes that I'm unlikely to learn any more from her on the subject. <</if>>\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 6>>"Not much to tell really. I knew him from when he'd come into my store, but we never talked much." Nadia gives a little shrug, "He," She pauses almost imperceptively, "Was a good man, and good looking as well." A slight smile touches her lips, but it does not touch her eyes, "I heard Ol' Jackobson saw him up on the bluff. He seemed to think he jumped to his death, but if you ask me, muddy as that bluff is, its more likely he slipped."\n\nI cant help but think her comments sounded almost rehersed, "That's all?" I prod.\n\n"Yeah," She says in a small voice, not meeting my gaze. Then her expression changes into a small smile suddenly, her eyes drifting up my body in a very un-lady like way, "So, you going to buy something, or spend the day asking me about ancient history?"<<else>>"Not much to tell really. I knew him from when he'd come into my store, but we never talked much." She gives a little shrug, "He, was a good man, and good looking as well." A slight smile touches Nadia's lips, "I heard Ol' Jackobson saw him up on the bluff. He seemed to think he jumped to his death, but if you ask me, muddy as that bluff is, its more likely he slipped."<<endif>>\n\n[[Visit with Nadia for a minute.]]\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask about Tom.]]<</if>>\n\n<<if $Jackobson is "Played">>[[Ask about Pastor Erkon]]\n\n<</if>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 2>>[[You dont know where Mr Jackobson got off to, do you?]]\n\n<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>>[[Ask about your physical changes.|Ask Nadia about your transformation.]]\n\n<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>[[Ask Nadia about the Ruins.]]\n\n<</if>>[[Buy something.|See her wares.]]\n\nor \n\n[[Return to looking around the store.|General Store]]<<if $JackobsonOpen is "Not Played">><<set $JackobsonOpen to "Played">><</if>>

"I'm trying to find someone," I begin, before I'm cut off by Vick.\n\n"Tryin' uh find somun?" Vick lets out shrill giggle, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end, "So be //she!//" \n\nI push forward with my question in spite of the voice in the back of my head screaming that I should just leave, "His name is Tom, young man, red hair. He would have passed through about a month ago?"\n\nVick moves towards me suddenly, looking me right in the eye from mere inches away, "Shhhhh!" He hisses, "She ma be lisnin'"\n\nAs suddenly as he moved forward, he stepps back, slapping himself in the side of the head, "Da bones! Da bones! She na be close cuz uh da bones!" \n\nVick takes a slow, deep breath, visibly calming as he does so.\n\nFinally, he answers my question, "Nah, ah ain't seen no un like dat. Just be locals bout Wannan Cove."\n\n[[What's your story?]]\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]<<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Who is SHE?]]<<if $Pastor is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>>\n\nor\n\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]

Closing the Churches door behind myself, the sound of movement draws my attention further into the Church.\n\nAs my eyes adjust to the dark interior of the Church, I notice a small, dark shape along the far wall, the dim light from outside causing its eyes to glitter in the shadows. //Rat,// I think.\n\nA second later, the rat scurries along the wall, [[vanishing into a gap in the wall.|stepping carefully inside.]]

The inside of the cabin has a musky, stale sweat smell that makes the air feel heavy and thick.\n\nThe smell of the place is enough to make me feel a little disoriented, foggy. I shrug it off, turning my attention to Vick.\n\n"Mind if I ask you a few questions?" I ask carefully.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//The shadows do not move here,// I think with relief, //It must be the bones, warding her from this place.//\n\nA happy sound, part giggle, part madness tumbles from my lips. Vick doesn't seem to even notice.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I realize slowly that I'm comfortable around the clearly insane man. \n\n//What does that say about me?// \n\nI nod in agreement as he talks, his clear paranoia mirroring my own.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>My eyes flit about the room, taking in the sights, searching the shadows, and taking note of the placement of the bones scattered seemingly at random about the cabin.\n\nI feel a slight comfort knowing that the bones are just a coping mechanism for helping deal with his own paranoia, but I quickly push the thought aside before I can think about the fact that the bones bring me some comfort as well.\n\n<<endif>><<if $Mutation gte 8>>When his eyes fall on me, he visibly blanches, "Yah been uched by //HER.//" He spits at the ground near your feet. The way his face twists in disgust is a clear statement about what he thinks of my mutations.\n\nHe closes his eyes for several seconds, then finally opens them again as his entire body shudders. <<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>I can see the way he looks at me, a slight curl of distaste on his lips as he looks me over. I can tell that the way my skin has transformed bothers him. My eyes drift down over myself, feeling more than a little disgust myself.\n\n<<else>>"Ye wanna know bout //HER.//" His words are more statement than question, a slight smile finding its way onto his thin lips.\n\n<<endif>>[[Talk to Vick.]]\n\n[[Exit Vick's Cabin.|Continue towards the Log Cabin.]]<<set $Vick to "Played">>

Opening my mouth to speak, I prepare to ask about //her// but the words catch in my throat.\n\nI peer into the shadows of the dimly lit tavern, searching for any sign of //her// and wondering if any of the shadows might reach out at any moment to grasp me. \n\nThe sound of Aaron clearing his throat draws my attention back to him, "You look like you could use a drink," He states flatly.\n\n"Probably, but not right now," You manage, "I was wondering though, when's the next ferry to the mainland coming?"\n\n"With this storm?" He chuckles drily, pausing for a second to listen to the heavy rain pounding the roof before continuing, "Big storm like this, you can expect it to be a couple of days, maybe as much as a week after the storm passes before we see the ferry again."\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>I turn quickly, seeing a shadow shift at the corner of my vision. There's a table of sailors sitting at the table where my eyes finally fall. //She's messing with me. She's playing with my senses, trying to keep me off balance.//\n\nAs quickly as I look away, my head jerks back to Aaron again.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 2>>Pausing before I reply, I try to watch the edges of my vision. Worried that //she// might be listening to our conversation.\n\nAfter a few seconds, I turn my attention back to Aaron.\n\n<<else>>I glance over my shoulder before replying, making sure that none of the shadows in the room seem out of place.\n\nAfter a second, my attention shifts back to the bartender.\n\n<<endif>>"Anything else going out before then? Private boat heading for the mainland or anything like that?" I ask, a hint of desperation creeping into my voice.\n\n"Nope, guess you're stuck with us until this all blows over," Aaron smirks, "But if it helps any, I'll waive the room fee if you're stuck in Wanton Cove a couple of extra days."\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//This can't be happening. I need to get away from this place.// I think darkly. A chill goes down my spine as I pull my coat up a little higher, trying to shroud myself in obscurity. A shifting shadow causes me to tense, //Zal'chaas, please, just leave me alone.// \n\n//Lu'hu, ehy'neth roakn'e thulah ah,// Her voice purrs in the back of my mind. The strange, broken words, echo in my mind, like something half remembered that I'm on the cusp of understanding. \n\n"Please, no," I mutter, barely aware of the odd look Aaron is giving me from across the bar.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 2>>For a few seconds that seem to stretch into eternety, I feel as if the room is closing in around me as the light seems to fade from the area around myself. \n\nIn the time it takes me to blink, the room is back to normal again.\n\n<<else>>Grimacing, I nod in understanding.\n\n<<endif>>\n//I never did manage to ask him about//her. I muse, wondering if perhaps that is a good thing.\n\nAsk about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>>[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<<endif>><<if $Day is 2>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<<endif>><<endif>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<<endif>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]\n<<endif>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<<endif>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]\n<<endif>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\nor\n[[Step away from the Bartender.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

I'm just reaching the top of the bluff when I see a figure framed in a second story window.\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi looks down towards me, a sadness in her expression, though if I'm being honest with myself, most of my attention is on her naked breast in clear view of the window.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>!" She calls through the open window, the sound of rain is almost enough to drown out the sound of her melodious voice. \n\n"Father says I may not see you anymore," There's a profound sadness in her tone that nearly makes my heart ache, "Help me escape this place, take me with you, please?"\n\nI open my mouth, prepared to say something, but close it again when I realize that any promise I make could very well be a lie, "I," I start, then pause for a moment, "I'll do what I can," Even I can hear the lack of conviction in my voice, though she seems to miss it.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 60>>"I will come with you, and I will be a good lover for you, just please free me from my father," Her tone is desperate, and I can see even through the rain that she is on the verge of tears.\n\nI ache to put my arms around her to comfort her.\n\n<<else>>"I like you a lot," She pauses, as if she is trying to decide if she should continue, "I could learn to love you, I'd make a good wife for you, just please free me from my father," Her tone is desperate, and I can see even through the rain that she is on the verge of tears.\n\n<<endif>>The gravity of her words are not lost on me, even though I have to wonder if she fully understands what she is asking of me.\n\nI'm still looking for the words to continue our conversation when her expression turns to surprise and she quickly vanishes from view. The pink curtain settling back in place is the only indication she was ever there.\n\nTurning to see what caught her attention, I'm greeted by the sight of Mr Morichi's doorman standing just a few feet behind me. He seems unconcerned by the rain falling, running in uneven paths down his pock marked face. \n\nHis lip is curled in distaste as he looks at me, "I will not speak of this incident to Mr Morichi if you promise not to return."\n\nI can't help but size the man up, quickly coming to the conclusion that a fight with him might not be in my best interest. \n\nI mumble noncommital, which he seems to take in stride, "She's dangerous you know," He says, as if he's having just a casual conversation, "If she were to get out, she'd rape you and anyone else she came across."\n\n"She's attacked you?" I ask before I can restrain myself.\n\n"Yes," The one word is filled with venom. I see his eyes turn towards the window, then he pivots and walks away without another word to me.\n\nLooking back at the window, I see no further sign of Azumi.\n\n<<set $MorichiDaughter to 5>><<elseif $MorichiDaughter is 5>>Nearing the bluff, I can't help but look up at Azumi's window.\n\nSure enough, there she is, standing at the window looking at me. \n\nA smile blossoms on her face when she sees me look her way, one of her hands coming up to wave shyly at me. \n\n//I wonder what the hand she has below the window frame is doing?// I can't help but wonder. As if sensing my thoughts, I see her bite her lip lightly and even from this distance I notice color creeping into her cheeks.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>!" Azumi calls out, "You came to visit me again!" She sounds so happy when she speaks, then her expression suddenly turns more serious, "You've found a way to free me? You'll take me away from this place?" \n\nI sigh, "Not yet," I reply.\n\nHer expression seems to fall slightly, but quickly recovers.\n\nFor several minutes, the two of us talk, her through the wrought iron bars of her window, and me from the muddy, rain slick path leading to her home.\n\nEventually, I say my goodbyes, telling her that I have things I need to do still today. She seems dissappointed, but eventually waves goodbye. The last thing I see before turning away is her blowing a kiss my way, an unreadable expression on her face.\n\n<<else>>She's a young girl, most likely in her late teens or early twenties. Her raven black hair frames a face the color of the purest alabaster. \n\nI'm not sure if she is trying to entice me or shock me, but she steps closer to the window, revealing that she is naked. Or at least what I can see of her is, as the wall hides everything below her navel.\n\nI wonder idly what she is doing with her hands below the window frame. One hand seems to be moving rhythmically as she talks to me with the voice of an angel, "I'm Azumi," She purrs.\n\n"A pleasure to meet you Azumi, I'm <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," I reply.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>//If I still had a cock,// My thought trails off as she moves closer to the window. Her hand is still moving, but she's now moved so I can see what she has //in// her hand. Or at least the top of it. Not breaking eye contact with me, I watch as she strokes what appears to be an abnormally large cock standing rigid between her legs.\n\nMy knees go weak with arousal as my new pussy suddenly aches to be filled with her lage tool.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 65>>//She's beautiful,// The thought crosses my mind unhindered. As soon as it does, my mood darkens as I think about my diminished manhood.\n\nMy thought trails off as she moves closer to the window. Her hand is still moving, but she's now moved so I can see what she has //in// her hand. Or at least the top of it. Not breaking eye contact with me, I watch as she strokes what appears to be an abnormally large cock standing rigid between her legs.\n\nMy knees go weak with arousal as my little cock suddenly throbs to life between my legs.\n\n<<else>>Looking up at her, I can feel my cock hardening in my pants. //She's beautiful,// he thought crosses my mind unhindered. As soon as it does, my mood darkens as I think about my diminished manhood.\n\nMy thought trails off as she moves closer to the window. Her hand is still moving, but she's now moved so I can see what she has //in// her hand. Or at least the top of it. Not breaking eye contact with me, I watch as she strokes what appears to be an abnormally large cock standing rigid between her legs.\n\nI feel more than a little conflicted as my cock continues to harden at the sight of her.\n\n<<endif>>Unsure of what I've done to justify her reaction, I can see a large smile, barely suppressed by her biting her lip, spread across her face as she contines to look down at me. \n\nTo my surprise, I see her hips jerk, white ejaculate flying from the tip in a thick stream to arc through the air. Even with the heavy rain, I can still see the rope of cum all the way from the open window until it hits the muddy ground below.\n\nFor several seconds, I watch the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes heavily.\n\nHer voice is like a whisper among the sound of wind and rain, "<<print $PlayerName>>, can you help me?"\n\n//Help? After what she just did, what kind of help could she possibly be asking for?// I'm not sure if I'm more alarmed or turned on by her words.\n\nSwallowing the sudden lump in my throat, "What kind of help do you need?" I ask cautiously.\n\n"I need help getting away," She grasps the wrought iron bars over her window and pulls futilely at them. I'm unable to ignore the way her breasts jiggle as she does so, "My father has locked me away in this room, and never lets me out. Can you, //please// help me escape? I'm //so// lonely, I just want to be free and to find someone to love me," She seems almost in tears as she speaks.\n\n"No promises, but I'll see what I can do," You reply cautiously.\n\nThe way her face lights up, you'd have thought I promised her the moon, "Thank you, //thank you!//"\n\nHer head whips around suddenly, then returns to me for just a split second before she steps away from the window. \n\nFor several seconds, I watch as the pink curtain settles back in place. After perhaps a minute, there's no sign of her returning.\n\n<<set $MorichiDaughter to 5>><<endif>>[[Walk back around to the front of the mansion.|Bluff]]

Glancing towards the shop window, I can see raindrops hitting the glass. The drops lazily run down the glass like little rivers. As drops meet, their decent becomes faster until the drops of rain seem to race [[towards the bottom.|General Store]]

As I move into the cave, the shadows seem to dance and move in ways that puts my nerves on edge. \n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

A thrill goes through me, part fear, part excitement. \n\nFor several seconds, I hesitate, then uneasily step into the room. The sound of the door clicking closed behind me makes me hesitate.\n\n"Its too late to be shy now," The man teases. The woman's eyes turn towards me, her expression hungry.\n\nBeginning to undress, I'm more than a little uncomfortable with the man watching me as I loosen my belt, but the way the woman's eyes linger on my crotch, a hint of a smile on her lips, I can't help but feel my arousal grow.\n\nThe man slips free of her well fucked pussy, his throbbing cock glistening with her juices.\n\nThere's no doubt in my mind that this is going to be a threesome, and I'm not completely sure how I feel about that.\n\n"Mmmm," The woman grins, "Two at once will be a dream come true." She purrs.\n\n[[Nevermind.|Decline the offer.]]\n[[Stay and watch the couple fuck.]]\n[[Make her suck my cock.]]\n[[Eat her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her ass.]]\n[[Sixty-nine her.]]\n<<if $Depravity gte 10>>[[Suck her juices off his cock.|ReluctantSuck]]<<endif>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter = random(0, 2)>>\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>>\n\n

I move into one of the buildings that make up the ruins. Inside I see that its a fairly small oval shaped room with no obvious exits other than the one I just came in through. Along one wall are several indentions that may have once served as shelving. Near the far end of the room is a sunken area of the floor.\n\nAt first, I think the sunken area is simply filled with refuse, but when I step closer I realize that the space is filled with something else instead.\n\nIn that space are brown tinted clear orbs, a hundred of them, perhaps more. The outside looks shriveled and appears to have a leathery texture to them. When I look at the orbs, I can see that there is something inside of each one of them, some tadpole like creature is shriveled and curled up within.\n\n//Eggs, but they look dried up and dead.// My eyes scan over the eggs, searching for any clue as to what they might have been.\n\n//Clearly some kind of nest,// I glance around, getting the sudden sense that I'm being watched, //I should probably get out of here, no since being around if whatever laid them comes back.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

"I was wondering if you could tell me a little more about your family business? You said that you run the fishing industry. Isn't that an odd job for a woman?"\n\n<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 14>>Lady Anne's eyebrow raises slightly, but my respectful tone must be enough in spite of my ill chosen words, "Yes, I run the fishing industry here in Wanton Cove. Nearly everything on, and off, of this island is because I allow it to be so," There's no arrogance in her voice, just simple statement of fact.\n\n"Every fishing vessel that docks in our cove belongs to me, as do their crews."\n\nA stray thought, her husband and what she may have made him to do any number of the sailors who work for her, crosses my mind like a lightning bolt.\n\nThe little smile that plays at her lips makes me wonder if perhaps she knows exactly what I am thinking.\n\n"I've seen ships in and out of the cove since arriving, I take it your business is lucrative?" I ask cautiously.\n\n"If you are asking if I am rich? I do very well, but its really more about power now, isn't it? After all, what good is money if you can't do as you wish." Her hard eyes bore into mine, seemingly in search of my thoughts.\n\n"I don't know. It never seemed like anyone I've known with money is happy because of it." I venture.\n\n"Then they're using it wrong," The way she says it makes me shiver, like she's just shared a profound secret with me that is beyond my understanding.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 6>>Lady Anne's eyebrow raises slightly, displeasure in her expression, "Yes, the fishing industry along with almost everything else here in Wanton Cove belongs to me," There is anger in her voice, but no arrogance, just simple statement of fact.\n\n"Every fishing vessel that docks in our cove belongs to me, as do their crews."\n\nA stray thought, her husband and what she may have made him to do any number of the sailors who work for her, crosses my mind like a lightning bolt.\n\nThe little smile that plays at her lips makes me wonder if perhaps she knows exactly what I am thinking.\n\n"I've seen ships in and out of the cove since arriving, you must be well off?" I ask cautiously.\n\n"If you are asking if I am rich? I have more money than you're likely to see in your lifetime, but money isn't what's important now, is it?" Her hard eyes bore into mine, seemingly in search of my thoughts.\n\nUnnerved by her gaze, I fidget in my chair.\n\n<<else>>I see her take a slow breath, her eyes half closing as she does so. I begin to feel like a small child who just got caught doing something wrong.\n\nAs the seconds tick by, the feeling of unease grows until I'm ready to crawl right out of my skin to get away. \n\nLacking any alternative, I force myself to change the subject.\n\n<</if>>[[Ask Lady Anne about Wanton Cove.]]<<if $AnneHusband is "True">>\n[[Ask about her husband Toby.]]\n[[Ask about her son Dewey.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about the Morichi Family]]<<endif>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Played">>\n[[Ask if she is Azumi's mother.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Lady Anne about the Pastor.]]<</if>>\n[[Say goodbye and leave.|Nice part of town.]]\n

Listening, I can hear an unsettling babble, in my mind I can clearly remember the tentacled thing, the image of it burned in my mind since the first time I laid eyes on it. \n\nI try to determine where the sound is coming from or where it might be going. \n\nWhile still very distant, I can hear the gibbering become more excited, rapidly reaching a fevered pitch. A few seconds later I hear another sound. \n\nI've heard men die, I've heard their screams and wails as they die a slow death from violence. I listened to one man scream like a banshee after being knifed in the gut, trying to hold his insides in with his bare hands as they spilled out around his fingers. I remember how his intestines felt like rubber sausages covered in molasses as I attempted to help him. He died before anyone who could help arrived. //I couldn't eat sausage for months after that.// \n\nThis new sound reminds me of that. I shudder, feeling sick to my stomach as I try not to imagine what the tentacled thing might be doing to whatever it just caught.\n\nIt's several minutes before the noise ends, leaving only the cackling cacophony of voices babbling over one another as the tentacled thing continues on toward wherever it was going.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

I come to a stop as I hear something. The sound it faint, like a mass of people trying to talk over the top of each other somewhere in the distance. \n\nA chill goes through me when I think of the tentacled thing.\n\nRemaining still, I listen, trying to determine if it might be coming closer. Thankfully the sound fades slowly into the unnatural silence that seems to be the norm in these strange ruins.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

Slipping through the oval opening that leads into one of the strange buildings, I start to look around.\n\nThe place is wide open for the most part. One portion of the floor is sunken, filled with leaves and other refuse that seems to have gathered in the low spot over a great many years. \n\n//How long? This place hasn't been abandoned for decades, its been centuries, or longer?// The sense of //ancient// seems to be as much a part of this place as the building itself.\n\n//That sunken spot, maybe eight foot across and round. It looks like part of the place rather than damage from neglect. What purpose could it have possibly served?//\n\nAfter a few minutes, I realize that there's nothing I can learn from the empty place.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

I can hear the babbling of running water before I see it. There in an intersection is a fountain. Relatively clean compared to the one in the town of Wanton Cove, but otherwise identical.\n\nMoving closer, I quickly look around for any sign of danger before focusing my attention on the fountain.\n\nClear water flows from the round pool at the top, cascading into the next, then the next, as the water makes its way down to the wide round base. \n\nI circle the fountain, looking with interest at the engravings around the base. The images are familiar, the same as those in the books, and while some of the characters are the same as the fountain in Wanton Cove I am able to quickly determine that whatever the engravings say, it is something different than the fountain in town.\n\n//The fountain in Wanton Cove was clearly built by whoever built this, but what does that mean? Was Wanton Cove once the site of more ruins?//\n\nAfter a couple of minutes, I sigh and step back from the fountain. //The fountain is amazing, but staring at it isn't getting me any closer to any answers.// \n\nCasting one last glance at the fountain, I return my attention to my surroundings.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

All around me the buildings of the ruins jut high into the sky, piercing the canopy overhead. What light makes it through the foliage above reflects off of the strange material, creating a faint prism effect that fills the air with color. //Beautiful,// I allow myself to think of the place. \n\nBut even with that thought in my mind, my unease does not lessen.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

I hear a sound like voices somewhere in the distance, but drawing closer by the moment. \n\nRemembering my first encounter with one of those vile tentacled things, I quickly move toward one of the structures that make up the ruins, hiding within as I listen.\n\nIts not long before the tentacled thing comes into sight, its mismatched eyes swiveling in every direction as it moves with an alien grace. I hold my breath, my body trembling slightly as it moves through the area I was just standing, //Is it seeking me? Can it sense where I've been? Ir is it mere coincidence that it seems to be following my footsteps almost perfectly back the way I came?//\n\nI manage to suppress a shudder until it is out of sight, then I wait until the sound of its mad babbles begins to fade before exiting my hiding place. \n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

<<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>As I pass the mansion on the hill, I see a luminecent puddle of White Goo on the steps leading to the front door.\n\nStepping closer, I take a better look. At a glance, it looks just like the other White Goo I have seen.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Bluff]]\nor\n[[Investigate Further|BG1]]<<else>>As I pass the mansion on the hill, I see a small puddle of something white on the ground.\n\nMoving closer, I take a better look. The white slime looks like a jellyfish at first glance, but the faint glow it emits holds my attention.\n\nIntrigued, I nudge the puddle with the tip of my book, the sliming moving with a little juggle before sticking to my boot as I pull it back.\n\nGrimacing, I wipe the White Goo from the tip of my boot on the ground beside the steps.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Bluff]]<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><</if>>\n

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. \n\nOne of my hands darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand reaches for the puddle of White Goo.\n\nThe moment my fingers touch the warm fluid, I feel a small orgasm shudder through my body. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen. I willingly forget the dangers of this place and instead focus my attention completely on the pleasure of this moment.\n\nI have no idea how long I kneel there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is long gone.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I get unsteadily to my feet. \n\n//If I have fallen so far already, how much further can I fall?// I think, the thought troubling me far less than I know it should.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Continue into the ruins.]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself on my knees beside the puddle of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scoop up the mess on the ground, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was kneeling beside that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was kneeling.\n\nIt's only then that I notice a distant gibbering sound, a sound that makes me think of the horrible tentacled thing I first encountered here in these very ruins.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n\nFor a minute, I wait in silence, listening to the sound and any indication that it may be heading my way. When I hear the sound fade, I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding.\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|Continue into the ruins.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the puddle of White Goo.\n\nI turn my attention elsewhere as I search for any sign of danger, knowing that in this place a lapse in judgment like the one I just had could prove dangerous at the very least.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|Continue into the ruins.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch, sticking to my fingers.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. //Why the hell would I do that? And in a place like this?// I quickly wipe my fingers off on the dock the best I can, then move back from the White Goo.\n\n//What is wrong with me?// I wonder darkly.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|Continue into the ruins.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch the White Goo.\n\nI start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm, my mind returning to where I am. //This place is dangerous, I can't afford distractions like this.//\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Continue into the ruins.]]<</if>>

Slow and steady, the rain continues to fall as if the clouds hold an endless supply of moisture. \n\nAs I walk, I can see where the rain hits the puddles, creating little rings in the water before being swallowed by the ripple created by the next drop to strike the water.\n\nI absently pull my jacket tighter around myself to ward off the worst of the weather.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]

From within the darkened depths of the Church, I can hear a soft creak, followed by the building groaning. A faint whistle comes from somewhere to my left where the wind filters through a cracked window.\n\nFor a moment, I stand there, wondering just how safe the old building is. I finally decide that if the Church has stood for this long, its unlikely that its going to simply fall down in [[the next few minutes.|stepping carefully inside.]]

Glancing about the tavern, I see that all of the attention seems to be on what's going on in the corner. I feel just a little sheepish, like a kid trying to sneak a look at a girl in a changing room.\n\nAs I approach, I can see several of the men with their pants around their ankles, shamelessly stroking their manhood as they gaze upon nearly as many naked women.\n\nWhen I get close enough to see clearly, a couple of the men move to make room for me, welcoming me into their circle. The women are in varying sex acts. A couple of them servicing one man each, a couple serving more. All I can see are sweaty, glistening with a mixture of sweat and semen.\n\nEven as I watch, one man grunts, I can see he ass flex as he presses deep inside of the woman, then pull back. Almost as soon as he makes room, another man is already moving to take his place. I can see cum all over her crotch. //He was far from the first to plant his seed inside of her.// I think.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>><<if $Taint lte 39>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my cock into the nearest girl present. However the thought of doing such a depraved thing, especially in the presence of so many observers gives me pause. \n\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my diminished cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my cock into the nearest girl present. However the thought of doing such a depraved thing, especially in the presence of so many observers gives me pause. \n\nI stand rooted to the spot, uncertain of what I want to do.\n\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my tiny cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my insignificant cock into the nearest girl present. However the pathetic manhood I now possess makes me self conscious, feeling uneasy as I watch what is happening.\n\nI stand rooted to the spot, uncertain of what I want to do.\n\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<else>>I can feel my new girl parts, my vagina moistening at the sight before me. My breathing becomes ragged with my arousal as I watch. \n\nNoticing that some of the men gathered around have started to take notice of me, I feel a surge of fear, realizing that to them, I am just another woman needing a good hard fuck.\n\nSuddenly snapping back to my senses, I push quickly away from the group before I get pulled into events that I do not want to take part in.\n\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Depravity lte 8>><<if $Taint lte 39>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my cock into the nearest girl present. For a moment, I ponder whether or not I should even consider taking part in such a depraved act, but my state of arousal makes it clear that at least part of me wants very much to be part of events as they continue to unfold.\n\n[[Move into the circle.|TavernOrgyParticipate]]\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my diminished cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my cock into the nearest girl present. For a moment, I ponder whether or not I should even consider taking part in such a depraved act, but my state of arousal makes it clear that at least part of me wants very much to be part of events as they continue to unfold.\n\nI stand rooted to the spot, uncertain of what I want to do.\n\n[[Move into the circle.|TavernOrgyParticipate]]\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my tiny cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my insignificant cock into the nearest girl present. However the pathetic manhood I now possess makes me self conscious, feeling uneasy as I watch what is happening.\n\nI stand rooted to the spot, uncertain of what I want to do.\n\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<else>>I can feel my new girl parts, my vagina moistening at the sight before me. My breathing becomes ragged with my arousal as I watch. \n\nNoticing that some of the men gathered around have started to take notice of me, I feel a surge of fear, realizing that to them, I am just another woman needing a good hard fuck.\n\nSomething about that realization makes my arousal spike even higher.\n\n<<if ($PlayerIntimidation + $PlayerStrength) gte 10>>I glare at a couple of the men who are ogling me, my gaze alone being enough to drive them back a step to give me some space.<<elseif ($PlayerIntimidation + $PlayerStrength) gte 6>>I glare at the men ogling me, giving them pause. It's not enough to drive them away from me, but at least they return //most// if their attention back to the other girls.<<else>>I glare at the men ogling me. They look more amused than cowed, but at least they return the bulk of their attention to the other girls.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Depravity gte 9>><<if $Taint lte 39>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my cock into the nearest girl present. My manhood swells with need, an ache forming in my balls urging me to take part in what is happening before me.\n\n[[Move into the circle.|TavernOrgyParticipate]]\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my diminished cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my cock into the nearest girl present. My undersized manhood swells with need, an ache forming in my balls urging me to take part in what is happening before me.\n\nI stand rooted to the spot, uncertain of what I want to do.\n\n[[Move into the circle.|TavernOrgyParticipate]]\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Looking at the girls, I can feel my tiny cock hardening in my pants. Part of me wants to step forward, unbuckle my trousers, and to plunge my insignificant cock into the nearest girl present. Even though the pathetic manhood I now possess makes me self conscious, I still feel a nearly overwhelming urge to take part in what is happening before me.\n\n//I wonder if the girls would even feel me inside of them?// \n\n[[Move into the circle.|TavernOrgyParticipate]]\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<<else>>I can feel my new girl parts, my vagina moistening at the sight before me. My breathing becomes ragged with my arousal as I watch. \n\nNoticing that some of the men gathered around have started to take notice of me, I feel a surge of fear, realizing that to them, I am just another woman needing a good hard fuck.\n\nSomething about that realization makes my arousal spike even higher.\n\nA couple of the men seem to sense my crumbling resistance and move close to me. When I feel their hands on me, lightly groping me through my clothing, I realize that if I do not leave soon, I'll soon become another eager whore to satisfy their baser needs.\n\n[[Move into the circle.|TavernOrgyParticipate]]\n[[Continue to watch.|TavernOrgyObserve]]\n[[Step away.|TavernOrgyExit]]\n\n<</if>><</if>>

<<if $Prostitute is "Gone">>My eyes drift over the interior of the Barmaid's Daughter, searching for any sign of Tanya. She's nowhere to be seen.\n\n//Shouldn't surprise me. After stealing the book, she's not going to make it easy to find her.//<<else>><<if $Prostitute is "Played">>I can see Tanya stepping through a door at the back of the tavern. <<else>>I can see the redheaded girl stepping through a door at the back of the tavern. <</if>> She visibly adjusts her clothes back into place, then wipes a hint of something liquid and white from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.\n\nA second later, a man comes through the same door, his hands working at his belt as he fastens his pants back in place.\n\n//Guess she was with a customer.// I think idly.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

Walking down the narrow hallway towards my room, I can hear loud moaning coming from one of the rooms I pass. The rhythmic pounding of the bed's headboard against the wall playing counterbeat to the wet slapping sounds of the participants' fornication.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 6>>Smiling to myself, I stop at the door. I glance both ways to make sure there is no one else around who might see me, then I place my head against the door, listening to the sounds coming from within. \n\nI stand there for a couple of minutes, feeling my own arousal rising. I am about to slip a hand inside of my pants when I hear someone coming up the stairs behind me.\n\nQuickly, I turn to my own room and slip inside.<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>My pace slows and I feel a guilty pleasure at listening as I pass the door the sounds are coming from. \n\nFeeling my own arousal rising, I finally turn to my own door and step inside of the small room. <<else>>Picking up my pace, I take the last few steps to my own room's door and close it behind myself. <<endif>>\n\nLeaning back against the door, [[I can still hear the steady pounding against the wall.|Your room.]]

Reaching up, I knock firmly on the door. Three solid raps, then I wait.\n\nListening, I can hear the sound of someone moving inside the house. The sounds continue for several seconds, then stop suddenly.\n\nI continue to wait, the seconds stretching on to become perhaps a minute. Reaching up, I prepare to knock a second time when I hear someone unlocking the door from the other side.\n\nAfter all the creaks, squeeks, and groans I've heard on the island, the door swinging open silently makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.\n\n//The whole island is so unsettling that even something // normal //puts me on edge.// I quickly shake the feeling as I turn my attention to the man standing on the doorway.\n\nThe man is huge, standing head and shoulders taller than me. His arms are as thick as my thigh, and its obvious by his composure that its more muscle than anything else. <<if $Taint gte 95>>My eyes trail up his body, my pussy dampening even though I find myself intimidated by his size.<<elseif $Taint gte 40>>My eyes trace the countours of his chest for a few seconds, but when I catch myself doing so, I quickly refocus on the man as a whole.<</if>>\n\nTaking in the man's face, framed in short black hair, is heavily pock marked. His complexion is unnaturaly pasty with no sign of stubble. <<if $Mutation gte 7>>When he looks down his nose at me, he visibly blanches at the sight of me. His voice holds barely checked rage, and pure revulsion in almost equal measure, "Return to whatever foul pit spawned you //creature//. \n\nI flinch as the door slams in my face before I can utter even a single word in my defense. //Have a really changed so much?// I look at my hands, unable to suppress the shudder that goes through me, //Am I even human anymore?// <<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>His dark gray eyes look down his hawkish nose at me like I'm almost beneath his notice, I can see something harden in his expression as his gaze lingers on the extent of my mutations. His voice almost drips with disgust in spite of his velvety soft voice, "Master Morichi has been expecting you." <<else>>His dark gray eyes look down his sharp nose at me like I'm almost beneath his notice, "You must be <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," His voice is filled with distaste in spite of his velvety soft voice, "Master Morichi has been expecting you."<</if>>\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 7>>Alone with my dark thoughts, [[I step off of the porch.|Bluff]] <<set $LockedOut to "Played">><<else>>The way the man fills the door leaves the frame fully filled. He remains standing there, showing no intention of moving. When he finally steps out of the way, he gestures into the house, his movement is stiff and his eyes never leaving me.\n\n"This way please," He says with a soft voice.\n\n[[Follow him.|MansionInterior]]<</if>>\n\n<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Walk around the side of the mansion.]]<<endif>>

<<if $Depravity gte 10>>I bite my lip, a wave of arousal washing over me. I wobble on my feet, nearly unable to stay upright.\n\nA slight smile finds its way onto his lips, "Horny ain't ya? Ah aint suur ihs kinner ta fuuk ya, ur toos ya oot<<if $Mutation gte 6>> ya fuukn ish sluut<</if>>," He seems thoughtful for a second, then reaches for his belt, starting to unbluckle it.\n\nSlowly, I sink to my knees, looking up at Vick. I can't help but notice the way Vick leers down at me.\n\nMy heartbeat thunders suddenly. My hands working frantically to remove my clothes. \n\nWith my pants tangled around one ankle, he grabs hold of my waist, picking me up then sitting me on my hands and knees, my ass presented to him like a bitch in heat.\n\nHis hand makes contact with my ass like a crack of thunder, a surprised cry escaping my lips. I freeze in place, my ass quivering from the impact with his hand. A second later, I feel his hand slip between my legs, sliding along my slit. I'm surprised by how wet I am, and how easily his fingers part my folds.\n\nI let out a shuddering moan as I feel my pussy ache with need, a trickle of my arousal tickling as it begins to run down the inside of my thigh..\n\nShuffling in behind me, <<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as Vick settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes him a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nVick pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>Within seconds, his thrusts come hard and fast, my entire body shaking with the force of the impacts. Wet slapping sounds fill the small cabin as he pounds my pussy with surprising vigor. \n\nMore surprising is the way I eagerly meet his thrusts.\n\nFor several minutes, he fucks me with rapid, almost animalistic thrusts before tensing with his balls pressed firmly against my ass. I feel a warmth fill me as he begins to empty the contents of his balls into my depths.\n\nA few long seconds later, he withdraws with a content sigh, "Orry bout dat," He mumbles. \n\nFeeling a trickle of cum slip from my pussy, I can hear the sound of him putting his pants back on over the sound of my heavy breathing.\n\nEventually, I start to dress myself, not quite able to look at Vick as I do so.\n\n//Why did that have to feel// so //good?// I think with a little shudder of pleasure.\n\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Depravity gte 5>>I bite my lip, a wave of arousal washing over me. \n\nA slight smile finds its way onto his lips, "Horny ain't ya? Ah aint suur ihs kinner ta fuuk ya, ur toos ya oot<<if $Mutation gte 6>> ya fuukn ish sluut<</if>>," He seems thoughtful for a second, then reaches for his belt, starting to unbluckle it.\n\nSlowly, I sink to my knees, looking up at Vick. I can't help but notice the way Vick leers down at me.\n\nMy heartbeat thunders suddenly. I turn, half crawling, half running. I barely move a couple of paces before I feel one of his hands slap my ass painfully before jerking my pants down past my hips to bunch around my knees. \n\nI freeze in place, my ass quivering from the impact with his hand. A second later, I feel his hand slip between my legs, sliding along my slit. I'm surprised by how wet I am, and how easily his fingers part my folds.\n\nA shuddering moan escapes my lips and I feel heat rush to my face as I blush.\n\nShuffling in behind me, <<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as Vick settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes him a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nVick pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>Within seconds, his thrusts come hard and fast, my entire body shaking with the force of the impacts. Wet slapping sounds fill the small cabin as he pounds my pussy with surprising vigor.\n\nFor several minutes, he fucks me with rapid, almost animalistic thrusts before tensing with his balls pressed firmly against my ass. I feel a warmth fill me as he begins to empty the contents of his balls into my depths.\n\nA few long seconds later, he withdraws with a content sigh, "Orry bout dat," He mumbles. \n\nFeeling a trickle of cum slip from my pussy, I can hear the sound of him putting his pants back on over the sound of my heavy breathing.\n\nEventually, I start to dress myself, not quite able to look at Vick as I do so.\n\n//Why did that have to feel// so //good?// I think with a little shudder of pleasure.\n\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<else>>I bite my lip, a wave of arousal washing over me.\n\nA slight smile finds its way onto his lips, "Horny ain't ya? Ah aint suur ihs kinner ta fuuk ya, ur toos ya oot<<if $Mutation gte 6>> ya fuukn ish sluut<</if>>," He seems thoughtful for a second, then reaches for his belt, starting to unbluckle it.\n\nI almost fall to my knees before the reality of the situation strikes me.\n\nWith a sudden shudder, I stagger back from him.\n\nVick raises one eyebrow for a second, then shrugs, "Nudder time den."\n\n<<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>[[Next.|Talk to Vick.]]

My opponent looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nI'm not sure if the forest has simply gone silent around us as we fight, or if the sounds of our fighting is simply drowning the normal sounds in the forest. Either way, it feels as if the entire forest is watching and waiting to see the outcome of our fight.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at your opponent.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with your First Aid Kit, you tend the worst of your wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> You turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by your opponent's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostForest]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tYour opponent slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from your attacker! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou attacker's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostForest]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tYour opponent throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostForest]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nYour opponent attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tYour assailant disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tYour opponent fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering your opponent, you [[flee from your attacker.|Trail][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextforest]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextforest]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: \n\t[[Shoot him|ForestFight][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\t[[Punch him|ForestFight][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|ForestFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|ForestFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|ForestFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|ForestFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|ForestFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|ForestFight][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

[[return|$return]]\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Revealed">><<else>>Arrive in Wanton Cove and begin the search for my former partner's son, Tom.\n\n<<endif>><<if $MotherofLust is "Played">>!!Murder from Four Years Earlier:\n\nI've found reference to a mythological creature; Zal'chaas. Learn more about her, and how she may tie into this town, and the murder case I was working before I left the police force.<<if $Madness gte 1>>\n\nWhatever she is, I am beginning to believe that this Zal'chaas may in fact be real, and I'm not too proud to admit that the prospect of her being real is enough to fill me with an irrational fear that threatens to overwhelm me.<<endif>>\n\n\n<<endif>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>!!Pastor's Death:\n\nThe Pastor in Wanton Cove committed suicide. I find it strange that a Pastor would commit suicide in the first place, and the statues in front of the Church seem to suggest something much darker at play.<<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n\nI later found a book in the basement of the Church. Someone, presumably the Pastor, was trying to translate it. I haven't found anything to tie it to the Pastor's death, but, call it a hunch, I think its connected somehow.<<endif>> \n\n<<if $JI is "Played">>After talking to both Aaron at the Barmaid's Daughter, and Mr Jackobson in the old part of town, I feel no better about my first impressions. There's more afoot here than meets the eye.\n\nI need to head up to the bluff, take a look around and see if I can learn more.<<if $JI is "Duncel">>Both Aaron at the Barmaid's Daughter, and Mr Jackobson in the old part of town gave surprisingly similar statements. \n\nI followed up on their statements by heading up to the Bluff, but that only created more questions than answer. I'm not likely to get anything more out of Aaron, but Mr Jackobson claims to have witnessed the suicide, so I should speak to him again to clear up some details.<<endif>><<endif>><<if $Compartment is "Played">>\n\nWhen I returned to the lower room in the Church, I found that someone else had been there, knocking down one of the large bookshelves in the room. Behind it was a hand carved tunnel that led to a natural room with a pool of water too deep to see the bottom dominating its center. The way the water moved, and the salty scent in the air leads me to believe that the pool connects to the ocean somehow.<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[return|$return]]

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is nearly enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. I stagger into the wall, my own hand coming into direct contact with the smear of White goo mere inches from the handprint.\n\nMy free hand darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand scrapes at the smear of White Goo.\n\nI feel a small orgasm shudder through my body as the first of the White Goo touches my lips. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen.\n\nI have no idea how long I stand there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is barely noticeable across the wall, nearly all of having been scraped away.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I [[continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself reaching for the smear of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scrape at the mess on the wall, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was standing by that wall, eagerly scraping at that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was standing.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the surprisingly warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the wall before I can teach out and touch the White Goo again.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. I quickly step back from the wall, then wipe my fingers off on the muddy ground the best I can.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch it.\n\nAs if posessed, I start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm.\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>

Inside of the shop, there's an almost unnatural stillness in the air. I hold my breath, tilting my head slightly as I listen. <<if $Day gte 5>>Behind me, the roar or falling rain fills my ears. Somewhere in the distance, the roar of thunder is barely audible. <<else>>Even the ever present, damnable rain, seems to have eased itself to a soft weeping outside of the store.<</if>>\n\n"You planning to stand in my doorway all day? Or are you going to come inside to see my //wares?//"<<if $Nadia is "Played">> Nadia purrs from further inside of the store. <<else>> a feminine voice purrs from further inside of the store.<</if>>\n\n[[I go further into the store.|General Store]]

My little cock throbs, achingly hard as I step further into the room.\n\n//I'm so fucking horny, I couldn't say 'no' if I wanted to.// I think, my heart racing as I aproach the bed. Watching the woman's naked body, my eyes trail over her breasts, her ass, and her visibly wet pussy. However, as I devour her with my eyes, I can't help but let my gaze flicker to the man's rigid penis, pointing straight at me.\n\nReaching for my belt, I begin to undress.\n\n[[Make her suck my cock.]]\n[[Eat her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her ass.]]\n[[Sixty-nine her.]]\n<<if $Depravity gte 10>>[[Suck her juices off his cock.]]<<endif>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter = random(0, 2)>>\n<<if $Depravity lte 8>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>>

Flashlight in hand, I start moving into the cave. //This place is huge.// I think as I turn my flashlight first towards the back of the area, then at the celing.\n\nAlong the celing, I see movement, but quickly come to the realization that its merely bats, thousands of bats, perhaps tens of thousands. The thought of all of those bats taking flight nags at the back of my mind like a dark thought I can not shake.\n\nQuickly, so as not to disturb the bats further, I direct my flashlight to the rest of the room.\n\nThe walls, as high as I can see, are engraved in strange markings. <<if ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 12>>It only takes me a moment before I start recognizing individual markings as being the same or similar to some of what I've seen before. For just a split second, I can picture them painted in blood across the wall like they were across the walls of the alley several years earlier. <<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 7>>Suppressing a shudder, I cant help but th ink they are eerily similar to the ones painted in blood across the walls of the alley several years earlier. <<else>>I stand there for almost a minute, looking at the engravings that makes me feel increasingly unsettled. Finally I shake my head and try to turn my attention elsewhere. <</if>>\n\nA looming darkness at the back of the cavern appears to be where the cave system continues.\n\nFinally, my flashlight falls on the raised area in the middle of the room. The stone is round, and flat on the top, perhaps eight feet across at any point. I can see wax and half burnt candles placed all around the dark crimson center. <<if ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 10>>Even a cursory inspection reveals that some of the candles look old while others look almost new. //This place has been used recently.// And the dark red at the center of the stone ranges from a rich red color all the way to the brownish red of old dried blood. <<elseif ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 5>>Looking at the candles, I can see that some look older than others, but its difficult to tell how long they have been there. When I shift my attention to the red, I can see that most of it is the brownish red of old dried blood, though some of it appears lighter in color. <<else>>//What the hell happened here?// I wonder, looking at the old candles and old dried blood. <</if>>\n\nTaking my time, I walk through the cavern, looking in nooks and crannies in the hopes of finding something useful. With the exception of bits and pieces of old bone, I see little else of interest. \n\n<<if $C2B is "Not Played">>Nearing the dark area at the back of the cave, you discover that it is indeed a cave. \n\nA faint breeze drifts through the cave and you start to follow it. Its several minutes before you see light ahead. Following it, you can faintly hear the sound of waves crashing somewhere in the distance. Eventually the cave seems to narrow to a point that you have to squeeze in places to get through, until you sudenly find yourself pushing through some bushes. Taking a look around, you can see the mansion just a short distance ahead of you, and down the bluff is the town of Wanton Cove. \n\n[[Continue.|Bluff]]<<set $C2B to "Played">>\n\n<<else>>Follow the cave out to the [[Bluff]].\n\n[[Exit the cave.|Take the North fork of the trail.]] <</if>>

My entire mind screams for me to throw him out and grab another beer, but instead, I take a deep breath and cross my arms over my stained white tank top, "Say what you have to say." \n\n"Tom was writing an article about some artifact he'd come across," Peter begins. "Last I talked to him, he said he had a lead that he was going to follow." \n\nPeter pauses, obviously thinking about his next words before he says them, "He's always been relentless about getting to the bottom of a story." He grimaces, "That's something I blame you for by the way."\n\nI can't help myself. He's found a chink in my armor and a hint of a sad smile finds its way onto my face at the memory of the times I spent with him and his family back when I was still with the force.\n\nHe must have seen my expression soften. I could see it in the subtle way he relaxes across the room from me, how his gaze holds my own with a little more intensity. "Well, this time was different, he was obsessed in a way I've never seen before."\n\n"You know how he is. He checks in at least once a week, always." Peter is a big man, but something about his posture and his expression made him look small standing across the room from me. "It was almost a month that we hadn't heard from him, until a letter arrived in the mail from him."\n\nPeter reaches into his coat, pulling a white envelope and holding it out towards me. I don't take it. \n\nHe looks at me like he's trying to will me to take the envelope for a couple more heartbeats, then lowers his arm, still holding it.\n\n"He's in trouble," Peter says, "I couldn't make heads or tails of what was written, but it was in Tom's hand writing. And the return address is to a place called Wanton Cove." \n\nThe town's name brings images to mind of the most horrific murder scene [[I had ever worked]].\n\n

The sidebar display should have just subtracted 25 points of taint.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Taint -= 25>>

One part of my mind breaks, unable to accept what I see unfolding before me. What small scrap of sanity that I still possess withering and dying in a single moment of acceptance.\n\nThe other part of my mind rejoices, looking on with an almost child like wonder.\n\nJust like in my dream the night before last, I see movement beneath the bloody skin, like slugs moving beneath the flesh. Then the movement reaches one of the cuts on <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>> Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>chest, just under her right breast.\n\nI lean back, breathless as I watch. Two fingers slide through the cut, stretching toward me. The blood on the fingers beads, running from the skin like a bead of water on oil.\n\nThe fingers withdraw, and for a single horrified second I think that //she// is leaving, that //she// has decided that now is //not// the time of her birth. But before I can react, the body heaves so violently that I half expect it to be knocked from the table. I can hear ribs breaking and the sickening wet sound of flesh being torn. \n\nWhile the sacrifice is surely dead, it still makes a sound as air is forced from her lifeless lungs. I can also see the body moving, <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>impressive cock jerking as it seems to harden. \n\nI quickly loose interest in <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>member however as I see a perfect porcelain arm thrust forward. Almost immediately, a head and shoulder follow.\n\nBefore the second arm begins to emerge, //she// pauses, tilting her head unnaturally one direction, then the other. \n\nMy racing heart skips a beat when her head turns toward me and stops. \n\nI am uncertain if she intends me as a tribute, or if she has other plans for me, but I rejoice in knowing that //I have been chosen. She will use me for her pleasure.//\n\nFor one fleeting second, panic causes me to scramble backward, putting a few paces distance between me and her as she steps from the end of the altar to the ground. \n\n[img[images/Allure PrimeEnd.jpg]]\n\n//She// seems completely fixated on me as she finishes pulling herself from the body she was born from. I watch in fascination as the blood on her body beads, running along her skin like a raindrop down a pain of glass, leaving perfect porcelain skin in its wake. //She// raises one hand, holding it before herself, //her// head tilts unnaturally to one side as the blood runs from her hand.\n\n[[Continue.|HighTaintEndAfter1]]\n\n

<<set $Bed to "False">><<set $Day += 1>><<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>><<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>I've barely laid down for some much deserved sleep when I hear an insistent knock on my room's door.\n\nI start to pull my covers tighter around myself, trying to will whoever it is away. Only the person isn't letting up as they continue to pound on my door, the pace becoming more urgent.\n\n“Hold on a second!” I half growl towards the door. Throwing the covers off of myself, I reach for my .38 Special, then pad across the small room in nothing more than my underwear. At the door, I pause, one hand resting on the handle and the other pointing my pistol vaguely in the direction of where I figure my unwanted guest would most likely be standing, “Who is it and what do you want?” Even I can hear the annoyed anger in my tone.\n\n“It's me,” Tanya's voice comes clearly through the door, “Tanya,” I can hear an unexpected urgency in her tone, “Let me in before someone sees me out here, we need to talk about Tom.”\n\nSuddenly I'm wide awake, a surge of adrenaline causing my heart to race. Before I even stop to think about it, I swing the door open to let her in. She takes a half step before seeing the gun in my hand, her eyes widening at the sight. I quickly lower it before taking the couple of steps to the table and setting the firearm down. \n\nBy the time I turn back towards her, she's already closed the door behind herself.\n\nI'm still trying to figure out what is going on when I see the first tear fall from her eye, tracing a gentle curve down the side of her nose towards her lips, “<<print $PlayerName>>,” She says around a soft sob, “Why did you have to come here to save me?” Her eyes turn slowly towards my own.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>Her words make no sense to me for a second, then everything begins to click into place at once. //The hair, the way she has always acted like I'm someone she's always known, the timing of her arrival in Wanton Cove,// and a hundred other little things come back to me in a jumble. \n\n//But what about the redheaded figure I've seen in town?// I wonder, but even as the thought crosses my mind, the rest of the evidence at my disposal makes far too much sense to simply dismiss.\n\n//She's been changed, just like me.// With that thought, I start to notice all of the similarities to the Tom I once knew. \n\n“Tom?” There's a bit of disbelief in my voice as I try to wrap my head around the entire situation.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Her words make no sense to me for a second, then I start to piece it all together once piece at a time. Almost all of it is circumstantial, but when they all come together, they paint a startling picture, //The hair, the way she has always acted like I'm someone she's always known, the timing of her arrival in Wanton Cove,// and a hundred other little things come back to me in a jumble. \n\n//But what about the redheaded figure I've seen in town?// I wonder, but even as the thought crosses my mind, the rest of the evidence at my disposal makes far too much sense to simply dismiss.\n\n//She's been changed, just like me. No, she's changed far more than I have, and lived with those changes for a while now,// With that thought, I start to notice all of the similarities to the Tom I once knew. \n\nStill reeling over the revelation, I can barely force the name past my lips, “Tom?”\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>For a second, I can't make sense of what she just said, //She's Tom? How is that even possible?// But even as the thought crosses my mind, I begin to think of all the little changes I myself have experienced since arriving in Wanton Cove. //Is she what I am becoming? Am I becoming a woman?//\n\nI don't know how long I stand there, trying to make sense of it all as my thoughts threaten to jumble themselves into complete chaos.\n\nTanya's gentle touch on my arm grounds me, allowing me to focus. My eyes meet hers, and in that moment I have no further doubt, //Those are Tom's eyes.//\n\n“Tom?” My voice is uncertain, as if I am trying one last time to explain this all away.\n\n<<else>>”How is that even possible?” I ask, my knee jerk response to her absurd assertion being doubt.\n\n“This place,” She says softly, “Wanton Cove. It changes people,” She pauses, her eyes looking me over, “I have no idea why it hasn't affected you the way its affected me, maybe you're just lucky,” There's a hardness in her eyes, like she's trying to command me to believe her, “I don't know how it happens, but I came here as a man. Took about a week before I looked like this.”\n\nI shake my head, not in disagreement, but in an attempt to clear my thoughts, “You're a woman, you can't be Tom.” The heat in my voice making me uncertain. //Only reason to be angry is if I can't explain something,// With that thought, I try to force myself to maintain an open mind.\n\nTanya looks frustrated, clearly trying to think of what to say. After a moment, her expression brightens, “My parents used to invite you over for dinner at least once a month. My dad used to say it was because you were alone and it was good for you to spend time around people who cared about you. My mom used to make a cake every time, and she'd always dish you the second piece because my dad liked the corner piece,” She is about to go on when I interrupt.\n\n“Tom could have told you any of that,” I state. Thought deep down I begin to realize, the way she says it isn't like someone who has rehearsed a story.\n\n“Ok, how about that time a few months before you gave up your badge, when you were leaving in the evening. My mom showed you out. At the door, she gave you a hug like she always does. When she leaned in to give you a little peck on the cheek, you heard something at the stairwell and turned your head at the last second. Her lips touched yours and you both just stood there awkwardly like you didn't know what to do.”\n\n“How would you know that? It was just the two of us there?” I'm already trying to find the flaw in her logic, to unravel the telling of the story as nothing more than coincidence.\n\n“That noise you hear was me, I was in the kitchen trying to sneak another piece of cake. I could see you guys from where I was standing, but with the lights off in the kitchen, you couldn't see past the stairs.”\n\nI'm ready to argue, but she keeps forging ahead, “You acted a little weird around mom after that night. She had on that bright red lipstick that always wanted to smear on her, and she was wearing the white dress with the yellow flowers on it that she usually wore to special occasions,” She pauses, waiting for my reaction.\n\n//Tanya's hair is the same color as Tom's// The thought drifts across my mind, //The freckles, the familiarity, speech patterns.//\n\n“You bought me my first knife when I was a kid, my mom hated it, but my dad said every boy needs a good knife eventually. You and dad used to get in trouble for talking about work at the dining room table, but you'd always sneak off to the garage for some reason to pick up where you left off, you looked at my mom's chest when you didn't think someone was looking, . . . . . a lot.”\n\n//Shit!// Some small part of me panics, “Did your dad notice too?”\n\nShe lets out a little laugh, thick with relief, “Yeah, and so did mom. Dad thought it was funny.”\n\n“Well shit,” I almost laugh, “I'm surprised your mom didn't kill me.\n\n“She told dad once that at least one of the men in her life found her attractive enough to gawk once in a while.”\n\nBoth of you laugh, though it quickly trails off into an awkward silence.\n\n“Tom?” My voice is full of uncertainty, “Is it really you??\n\n<<endif>>Her eyes linger on me for a second longer before her gaze shifts to the floor somewhere between us, “Yeah,” She says, the word nearly drowned out by her crying.\n\nIn an unexpected rush, she moves towards me, for the briefest of seconds I think of my gun as my impulse is to defend myself from an attack. Instead, she throws her arms around me in a fierce hug.\n\nIt takes me a second, but I finally return the hug as she begins to sob against my chest.\n\nAfter a while, her breathing becomes more regular and she steps back from me reluctantly. With one hand, she wipes the tears from her face.\n\nRealizing that she's waiting for my response, I ask the first thing that comes to mind, “Why didn't you say something sooner?”\n\nNot quite able to meet my gaze, she replies meekly, “I was told that if I tell anyone, that person would be killed. You were always kind to me, I didn't want you to get hurt,” Her eyes are filled with sadness as she looks at me.\n\nUnable to restrain myself, I blurt, “What the hell is happening around here?” Even as I ask the question, I can think of maybe a dozen questions that would have been better.\n\nHer entire frame shudders, like she's being shaken, “I don't know, I came here trying to research some artifact, a small statue of a naked woman, only she wasn't a woman, she had a horse penis, and no face.”\n\n//Her.// <<if $Madness gte 3>> The constant whispers in the back of my mind grow louder, mocking in tone. I shake my head in an effort to dispel them, but the voices only seem to grow louder.<<elseif $Madness gte 1>> I can hear something, like whispers in the back of my mind, threatening to draw closer as they cackle mockingly at me.<<endif>> \n\n“I was following a lead about the statue, and found out that it came from this island, so I came to see what I could learn,” She wipes at her eyes again, taking a deep breath before continuing, “I don't know what is happening here, but it seems like almost everyone is involved. I don't know who can be trusted.”\n\nHer eyes lock on my own, “You have to be careful, and as soon as this storm lifts, you need to get as far from here as you can.”\n\n“When I leave, you're coming with me,” I say sternly.\n\n“If I can,” There's something haunted in her eyes when she says that. Turning quickly, she moves back towards the door, “Someone will come looking for me soon. I need to go.”\n\n“But,-” She cuts me off, “Be careful when talking to me, no one can know I told you any of this.”\n\nBefore I can protest, she slips out the door, closing it gently behind herself. \n\nI take the few steps towards the door, unsure if its to follow her, or to simply lock the door in her wake. My hand comes to rest on the door as I struggle to gather my thoughts. The seconds tick on to minutes before I finally let out a heavy sigh and lock the door.\n\nDark thoughts fill my mind as I walk to the small table in the room, retrieving my .38 Special before returning to bed.\n\n[[A dreamless sleep consumes me.]]\n

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I scan the interior of the Barmaid's Daughter slowly, taking in the details.\n\nAmongst the conversation and drinking I would expect, I see a group of four people sitting around a round table. The table sits at a barely perceivable tilt, but the four around it seem ignorant of that fact. \n\nI see one of the people tap the table, "Hit me," the soft featured man says. \n\nThe woman across from him, the dealer slides another playing card across the table to him.\n\n//Blackjack. Wonder if they'd deal me in some time?// I wonder to myself.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

The scene before me stops me dead in my tracks. \n\n//Its happening.//\n\nI can barely make out shapes in the fog, though they seem to slip from sight any time I try to focus on any of them. Instead I direct my attention to the stone table, the altar laid out before me.\n\nOn the altar, I can see a man laying on top of a woman who appears to be chained to its surface. From the angle I am standing at, I can clearly see him penetrating her, thrusting repeatedly as he fucks her cunt. \n\nYears of habit take over. I reach into my jacket for my .38 Special, only to find it missing. Lacking that, I try to force myself forward, but seem to be rooted to the spot. \n\nI can only see the back of the man, but he seems somehow familiar, //The bones in his hair,// The man thrusts forward one last time, I can see his balls pull tight from where I am standing, his cock throbbing as he cums inside of his victim. //It's Vick.//\n\nWhen he climbs off of her, I can see the woman clearly for the first time. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//Azumi!// I think in alarm. <<else>>//The hermaphrodite from my dream.// I think in surprise. //Azumi?// <</if>>Her expression is glazed, as if she is there in body, but her mind is elsewhere. From the neck down she is covered in blood from a thousand little cuts across her torso. My every instinct demands that I help her.\n\nVick turns toward me, a smile on his thin lips, "You're just in time." His tone holds a cold satisfaction to it.\n\nMy eyes flicker to the altar, then back to Vick. Suddenly able to move again, I start making my way toward his captive, keeping plenty of distance between Vick and myself.\n\nAll the while, shapes move in the fog. I try to ignore them as best I can, but increasingly I am aware that not all of the shapes are human. I shake my head, trying to clear my increasingly chaotic thoughts enough to focus on the task at hand. \n\n"I'm here to help," I say, hoping <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi <<else>>the hermaphrodite <</if>> is aware enough of what is happening around her to really hear my words. \n\nBy the time I reach the stone table, I'm already taking stock of her injuries. The cuts, while they have resulted in quite a bit of blood loss, do not seem to be individually life threatening, //I need to find some way to cover these cuts, slow the bleeding until I can get her to someone who can help.//\n\nUnseen behind me, the void pulls harder at this strange place, becoming more than it once was and less then the nothing it already is at the same time.\n\nThere's a scream from somewhere in the fog. Short and crisp, ending abruptly. //Tanya.// I'd recognize her voice anywhere.\n\n"You know what comes next," Vick's voice comes from somewhere else within the fog, but I barely register his words, "You should be ashamed at how far you have fallen. You had //such// potential, and now you're more fitting of a tribute than the place of honor in this," The last words are hissed in disgust, barely a whisper at the edge of my perception.\n\n//Thu'ulh, eet chu plech na Zal'chaas,// The strange words come from everywhere at once but echo endlessly within my head, blinding me to any other sound. My state of arousal comes to my attention as a wave of arousal like nothing I have ever experienced before washes over me. I can feel my feminine fluids running freely down the inside of my thighs.\n\n[[Give in to your arousal.|HighTaintEnd4]]\n\n[[Try to save Azumi.|HighTaintEndAzumi]]\n\n[[Try to find and save Tanya.|HighTaintEndTanya]]

Knocking on the door, two siren voices coo, "Please, come in." I have no way of knowing if one of them spoke, or of they broke their sentence. \n\nI hesitate for only a second before opening the door and entering.\n\nInside of the Lebron home, I pry my eyes away from the two attractive young ladies long enough to take in the rest of the room.\n\nWhat would be a living room in any other home looks like a bedroom in this house. A single large bed sits a short distance from a wood fireplace. The soft crackle of wood burning can be heard. The bed is covered with a tangle of blankets along with a couple of extra pillows.\n\nOn the ground around the room are several pieces of discarded clothing, not all of which appear to have come from a woman.\n\nThe twins grin in unison, "It's good," One begins, "To see you again," The second finishes.\n\nSomething becomes predatory about the two teens. Their movements reminding me of a pair of wolves preparing to pounce on a trapped animal.\n\nI find myself rooted to the spot, the two girls disrobing in a clearly practiced dance. \n\nOnce naked, they move toward me, "You're going to play," The first one says, her expression seductive, "with us, right?"\n\n[[Make an exit while I still can.|Lebron Exit.]]\n\n[[Stay.|Lebron Visit.]]

<<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>Near the top of the bluff, I see a luminecent puddle of White Goo.\n\nStepping closer, I brush back a bit of grass for a better look. At a glance, it looks just like the other White Goo I have seen.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Bluff]]\nor\n[[Investigate Further|BG1]]<<else>>Nearing the top of the bluff, I see a small puddle of something white on the ground.\n\nMoving closer, I brush back a bit of grass for a better look. The white slime looks like a jellyfish at first glance, but the faint glow it emits holds my attention.\n\nIntrigued, I nudge the puddle with the tip of my book, the sliming moving with a little juggle before sticking to my boot as I pull it back.\n\nAbsently, I wipe the White Goo from the tip of my boot on the grass beside the trail.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Bluff]]<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><</if>>\n

"I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit about your father?" I ask.\n\nI feel her stiffen at my side, then her grip on my arm lightens slightly. For a second, I think she's going to pull away, but she does not. \n\nWhen I glance over at her, I can see only the top of her head as she seems to be looking at the floor near her feet, or perhaps at her own lap. \n\nWithout warning, she turns towards me, her eyes locking with my own. I can see desperation, perhaps a bit of madness, in those deep brown eyes, "Please," She says, pushing me onto my back with more strength than a girl her size should possess, then she straddles my lap before laying down across my front. Her eyes stare into my own as she moves closer, her lips stopping so close to my own that I can feel her breath, "Take me away from this place," She pleads in a whisper, "My father hates me, he won't let me out of this room //ever,// and he only visits me once or twice a day. I'm //so lonely.//" The way she moves her hips against my own when she says it makes me think lonely isn't the right word for it, "I'll be yours forever, you can fuck me whenever you want, <<if $Mutation gte 3>>I don't even care what you look like, <<endif>>just free me from my prison." \n\nThe emotion in her voice, the way she pleads, makes me want to sweep her up in my arms and run away with her. But the way her erection presses against my groin quickly brings me back to reality.\n\nShe leans further forward, her lips just brushing my own in what I expect to become a kiss, I can see the hunger in her eyes.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>Her hips gyrate, pressing her naked penis against my moistening pussy through my clothes.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 60>>Her hips gyrate, pressing her huge cock against my crotch. I'm a little embarassed at how hard the act makes me.\n\n<<else>>She moves her hips, rubbing her substantial size against my own growing erection. I try to shift away from her, but only manage to make things worse by rubbing against her.\n\n<<endif>>More aroused than I care to admit by her behavior, I very carefully move my hands to her hips. With exagerated care, I lift her up, moving her off of me. All the while, I have to fight back the urge to take advantage of this girl, to press my lips against hers and make love to her.\n\nThere's a little dissappointment in her eyes, but I can see some playfulness there as well as she allows me to sit her beside myself again. \n\nShe clings tightly to me once more, and my eyes are drawn to the small bead of precum at the tip of her rigid shaft.\n\n<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>>

My opponent looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nThe street looks abandoned, almost as if only my assailant and myself remain in this God forsaken town. The soft creaks of store signs and the slashing of puddles play like a soft background to the more immediate sounds of our fight.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at your opponent.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with your First Aid Kit, you tend the worst of your wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> You turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by your opponent's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostStreet]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tYour opponent slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from your attacker! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou attacker's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostStreet]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tYour opponent throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostStreet]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nYour opponent attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tYour assailant disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tYour opponent fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering your opponent, you [[flee from your attacker.|Head into the center of town.][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextstreet]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextstreet]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: [[Punch him|StreetFight][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\t[[Shoot him|StreetFight][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|StreetFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|StreetFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|StreetFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|StreetFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|StreetFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|StreetFight][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

One month later.\n\n//The radio plays loudly as its owner navigates the vehicle toward his destination.\n\n//Fear still grips the region as the Patchwork Murderer is still at large,// The voice on the radio speaks quickly, just a little static coming from the speakers, //as a twelfth mass murder was reported. So far police have been able to identify nearly thirty of the victims from body parts found across eight crime scenes. The police so far either do now know, or are not reporting on the total number of victims across the crime scenes. Detective Peter Duntel has been quoted as saying //"We're following every possible lead and working hard to identify the victims. This has some striking parallels to something that happened a few years back and we have some promising leads in that area."// Police have advised citizens to stay in at night and if you must go out to not do so alone.\n\nIn possibly related news, more than one hundred,-//\n\nWith a disgusted grunt, he pulls up to the curb, putting the car in park.\n\n"What do we have?" Peter Duntel asks the nearby officer as he exits his car.\n\n"They've caught him," The young officer says, his eyes just a little too wide.\n\n//Kid's rattled,// Peter realizes, //Bet <<print $PlayerName>> would do anything to be here right now.//\n\n"Caught who?" Peter asks, not quite following the train of thought, "Isn't this another Patchwork Murderer site?"\n\n"It is," The young officer begins, but Peter finally realizes what the man is saying, "You're saying they caught the Patchwork Murderer?!?"\n\nThe young officer just nods.\n\nPeter almost runs toward where he sees a group of officers flanking the alley to keep people out. \n\n"Sir," A burly cop steps toward Peter as he begins to speak, "You shouldn't be here," Mike says, a good cop that Peter has known for more than a decade.\n\n"What the hell you talking about, I'm the lead on this case, I //belong// here.\n\nMike swallows visibly, "I can't stop you," The thick set man says, concern in his eyes, "But I really think you should sit this one out and let someone tell you what we find here instead of,-"\n\n//Must be worse than usual, Mike isn't one to let something get under his skin.//\n\nPeter cuts him off with a wave of his hand and pushes past the group. In the enclosed area of the alley, the coppery stench of blood hangs thick in the air. \n\nThe early morning sun is angled just right to illuminate the narrow alley, great swaths of strange symbols painted in crimson blood smearing the walls all around him. \n\nSeveral officers are grouped not far ahead, blocking his view of anything further down the alley. \n\n//Must be the body,// Peter thinks to himself, //Wonder momentarily if they've already booked the Patchwork Murderer or if he's still around here somewhere?//\n\nPushing between two of the officers, Peter sees the murder scene for the first time.\n\nAfter seeing so many of these horrible scenes this last month, he can tell that almost everything appears just as it has in all the other scenes. \n\nThe one difference defies reason.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, what are you doing here?" He asks the man standing naked ankle deep in blood right beside the body. Terrible scars, red and angry can be seen at his crotch. At a glance, it looks like the the man has castrated himself, a repulsive wound that has only partially healed.\n\nAs soon as the words leave his mouth, Peter's mind catches up with what he is seeing and he blanches.\n\nPeter, wide eyed, reaches for the gun at his hip, drawing the Smith & Weston Magnum with exaggerated slowness.\n\n"Peter! I've been waiting for you!" <<print $PlayerName>> says with an eerie smile, "My mistress will be //so// pleased that you've finally come to join us!"\n\nHe can't quite force himself to point his weapon at his former partner, his oldest friend. Peter opens his mouth to speak, to ask why, but the words falter, stillborn on his tongue as he looks at the body for the first time. \n\nThis body is not completed, //They must have interrupted him in the middle of displaying this body,// and the traditional layer of skin has only just started to be sewn across the face. Peter recognizes the face almost instantly. More feminine than he remembered, but without a doubt the face of Tom.\n\n"She's beautiful isn't she?" <<print $PlayerName>> says softly from where he is standing, "We call her Tanya now. She's begged to become the centerpiece of //her// tribute ever since our mistress, the harbinger. arrived," His voice holds a haunting quality to it, "She's the last tribute, //now// our work can begin.\n\n//THE BEGINNING\n\n\n\n\n[[New Game Plus.]]

<<if $Taint gte 95 and $TentacleRape gte 3>>I hear the tentacled thing long before I see it. I feel weak in the knees, my body reacting to my previous experiences with arousal. \n\n//I've got to get out of here,// I think, but my body has other ideas. I barely take three steps before I sag to my knees, a wanton moan filling the air around me as my mind is assailed with all the grotesque ways the horrid thing could potentially violate my body.\n\nIn the distance, the babbling chitter of the tentacled thing stops for just a second, then is more excited as the sound draws closer.\n\nI can feel my pussy quivering with need, my feminine juices dripping from my cunt and making my undergarments wet.\n\nThe tentacled thing comes around the edge of one of the strange buildings, it's pace quickens to a blur of motion, then just a few paces from there I am kneeling it slows to a stop. \n\nOccasionally one of it's tentacles will quiver, or it will shift to allow a different eye to gaze upon me. At the same time, I'm both so scared I fear my bowels will loosen at any second and am so aroused that I want to bed the thing to take me just like before.\n\n"//Tribute.//" The single word spoken by dozens of mouths simultaneously is otherworldly in a way that makes the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end, goosebumps rising across my arms.\n\nThe maddening noise it makes increases, reaching a fevered pitch. Then without warning it lunges at me. It's tentacles lash out and coil around my arms and legs like slimy ropes that pulsate.\n\nWhat happens next is not what I expected however. Instead of tearing at my clothes and raping me, it instead lifts me into the air, holding me in it's iron grip with seemingly no effort. The noise that it creates becomes so loud that it hurts as it begins to wander back the way he had come from. Every so often I would hear it scream "//Tribute!//" but the rest of what it says is lost in the disturbing babbling sound it makes.\n\nI'm not sure how long it carries, my arousal clouds my mind in a way that makes it difficult to focus. It's the babbling that finally draws my attention back to the present rather than my frustrating inability to do anything about my arousal.\n\nOnly the sound isn't coming from the creature carrying me. It's coming from somewhere else nearby.\n\nI turn my head, searching for the source of the sound. I don't have to look for long. A second creature, exactly like the one carrying me is moving toward us.\n\nA shadow falls over me, causing me to look where we are going again. I realize that the creature is carrying me into a large building.\n\nThe heady stench of lust and filth fills my nostrils. Under that lies the sickly sweet scent of death.\n\nAll around me I can see tentacles, draped across the walls and originating somewhere above in a mass that I can make no sense of. For the first time, I thrash about in the grip of the vile thing that holds me, terrified and wanting nothing more than to flee as fast as my legs could carry me. \n\nI might as well have done nothing because the tentacled thing's grip is far too strong to escape. \n\nMovement around me makes me aware that there are several of the tentacled things in this room, moving about and covered in a layer of blood and slime.\n\nAn all too human scream snaps my attention toward it's source. There against the wall, restrained by dozens of tentacles is a woman, her belly stretched obscenely with pregnancy. Another scream becomes a shriek of pain as the woman thrashes. I can see her legs pulled wide by the tentacles holding her, her cunt stretching and bulging before what looks like a gray green tentacle slithers from her hole. \n\nI have just a second to think the tentacle isn't large enough to evoke such a response from her, but then a second joins the first, followed by a gush of blood and meat. \n\nI wretch, bile rising up in my throat as I realize whatever is inside of her is literally ripping her apart from the inside out. Her eyes swivel to me, pleading with me, whether for her freedom or for her own death so that suffering can end, I am not sure which.\n\nUnable to do anything else, I weep for her, watching her belly move like a hundred snakes slithering just beneath the skin. Her most recent scream dies in a gurgle of blood. Her eyes roll back in her head, either unconscious or dead, either way it is a mercy. \n\nHer belly bulges, drops of blood forming on her skin as something inside starts to force it's way out, razor sharp teeth shred flesh and a beak like mouth erupts from her belly.\n\nA tentacle forces itself from between her lips, like a horrid tongue stretching out from within. \n\nI watch in horror as her body is turned to little more than a pile of gore. From her remnants, several of the tentacled things, just like the one holding me, are born from the death of their unwilling mother.\n\n//This is why this thing brought me here.// The thought is enough to rip a scream from my throat.\n\nThe sounds of these tentacled things becomes more excited, like an energy that makes the very room vibrate. Thousands of voice as once, perfectly synchronized and coming from a dozen directions at once speak, "//Tribute!//"\n\nFrom somewhere above, from the ceiling, comes a single voice. The sound is like razorblades weeping, "Tribute."\n\nIt's in that moment that I realize that nearly all of the tentacles in the room belong to a single massive creature. A creature that lowers slowly from the ceiling toward me.\n\nThe tentacled thing holding me releases me, then withdraws, leaving me on the slimy wet floor. My mind screams at me to find some escape, to flee, but I know deep down that I have no chance of escape even if I could get my limbs to obey. Instead, I lay trembling on the ground, screaming and weeping but unable to force myself to motion. \n\nI can feel something in my mind change, like something slipping when it refuses to accept what I am seeing.\n\nA giant lidless eye, nearly as large as I am peers down at me as if appraising a piece of meat. I shudder as I struggle to make sense of that I am looking at. I start to become aware that the ceiling isn't just a dark void above either, the building itself seems to give way to a sort of black void with a sense of infinite. But even the void seems to move just beyond my ability to perceive.\n\nMy eyes widen suddenly, a whimper falling from my lips as I realize my perception is all wrong. What I am looking at is not a full creature, only a small portion like a boil that has somehow managed to push itself through this tear, or portal, between here and whatever unnatural place the rest of it resides.\n\nThe realization does me no good however as my fate has already been sealed. More tentacles than I can count descend toward me. They range in size from the thickness of my fingers and as thick as my thigh.\n\nAt first those tentacles touch me, just caressing my body, small tentacles working to free me from my clothes with amazing dexterity. But as soon as the last of my clothes are free of my body the thing's behavior changes. It becomes more aggressive, restraining me as it pushes me against the floor. My legs are pulled apart to expose my feminine slit.\n\nSeveral of the tentacles, none of them thicker than my wrist, gravitate toward my crotch. The tip of a small one teases at my clit, drawing my mind to pleasure rather than the horror looming above me. I close my eyes, trying to escape in the only way I can, but my eyes shoot open again when I feel something probing at my hole.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>The second it finds my opening, it shoves itself roughly inside, it's own slimy exterior acting as a natural lubricant. I feel a sharp pinch inside as more and more of it's length slithers into my cunt.\n\nThe stinging pain is quickly forgotten however as I feel the tentacle reach deeper, probing at something further inside, the pressure becomes uncomfortable before suddenly turning to a bloated sort of pain when the tentacle forces it's way past my cervix.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The second it finds my opening, it shoves itself roughly inside, it's own slimy exterior acting as a natural lubricant. I feel a wave of pleasure radiate from deep inside as more and more of it's length slithers into my cunt.\n\nThe pleasure is quickly forgotten however as I feel the tentacle reach deeper, probing at something further inside, the pressure becomes uncomfortable before suddenly turning to a bloated sort of pain when the tentacle forces it's way past my cervix.\n\n<<endif>>Inside of me I can feel the tentacle pulse and throb, quivering in my pussy. I look down just in time to see a bulge moving down the tentacle toward my pussy, //Is there something inside of that??// I think in a sort of fascinated horror. \n\nWhen the bulge reaches the end of what I see of the tentacle, I feel it press against me. As I watch in morbid fascination, the bulge elongates as the tentacle contracts around whatever is within. When it pushes forward again, it's a tight fit, causing me to stretch around it in a sensation that's just the wrong side of pain.\n\nThe bulbous intrusion slides bit by bit deeper into me until ht reaches my cervix, then the pressure increases but isn't enough to force the thing inside. \n\nThen comes the next bulge, followed by another and another. One by one they are forced into my cunt where they continue to increase the pressure against my cervix. \n\nMy body dances a fine line between pleasure and pain as nearly a dozen of the objects are forced inside of me. \n\nIt's not until I realize I see no more of the objects working their way through the tentacle that I sense an increase in pressure deep inside of me. I groan loudly as my cervix unwillingly starts to give way, then like a dam breaking I can feel one after another of the objects this horror forced into me force it's way into my womb. \n\nThe sudden sense of being bloated inside combined with the pain of being stretched in this way makes me feel ill. I thrash weakly, but even as I do so I can sense my strength abandoning me as as my body realizes it can not win.\n\nFilled with despair, I weep, offering no resistance as the tentacles move me toward the wall where others entangle my limbs to hold me firm.\n\nI find myself unable to force my eyes toward the thing looming above, my eyes turning instead toward my bloated belly, //I look pregnant,// I realize. Immediately on it's heels is a second thought, //I am pregnant, with, . . . // I can't even force myself to think the rest.\n\nI'm not sure how long I lay there. Occasionally one of the tentacled things will wander past, caressing my body with it's vile tentacles or probing at my hole for a moment before continuing on. \n\nAnd the babbling, the never ending, maddening babbling. I laugh, I cry, I scream, but the gibbering voices never end.\n\nAt first I barely notice a new sensation. Like butterflies fluttering inside of my belly, and slowly those flutterings become slithering twisting sensations. \n\nWhen I see something move, my belly pressing forward like a baby kicking from within, the reality of my fate finally settles upon me like the weight of the world. I scream when I feel something sharp deep inside of myself, like razor blades sliding across my insides. It's not long before my screams become blood curdling shrieks of agony.\n\nEND\n<<else>><<if $Taint lte 39>>Collapsing to the ground, I'm bruised and sore from the tentacled thing's attacks. The soft whimper that escapes my lips is full of fear and revulsion. \n\nIt moves closer, the cacophony of voices becoming a drone as it reaches toward me. \n\nI pull back slightly as it gets close enough to touch me, my eyes on its wet tentacles.\n\nWithout warning it springs at me, tentacles encircling my wrists and ankles so quickly that I've barely time to react. I can feel their pressure, painful as it grinds the bones in my wrists against each other. My earlier I grunt, gritting my teeth as I try to shake the tentacled thing off of me. It waits for my struggles to end, then loosens its grip slightly, still strong enough to hold me with ease, but no longer painful. //Like its telling me it can hurt me if it wanted to.// I shudder at the thought.\n\nThe tentacled thing starts to pull at my clothing, not trying to tear them of of me, only trying to free me from my clothing. I'm filled with a morbid fascination as I marvel at its dexterity.\n\nAs soon as my shirt is pooled around my neck and my pants around my knees, the tentacled thing begins to change. Some tentacles become shorter and thicker, others becoming long and thin. \n\nThe tip of one tentacle dilates into something resembling a mouth at the end of a stalk. Inside of its mouth like opening I can see a long thin tentacle form, like a needle thin tongue. The mouth like tentacle poises itself above my crotch.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I try to struggle, but its of no use. Tentacles reach out to fondle my chest. The one over my cock descends to engulfs my penis in a warm and wet embrace.\n\nIn spite of my revulsion at what is happening, the sudden sensation around my cock makes me moan. \n\nAll around me tentacles reach out, fondling me in every way possible. Tiny tentacles probe at my ears, my belly button, my nose. Something larger slithers along my ass crack and begins to press past my pucker in spite of my attempts to clench down and prevent it's entry.\n\nThe tentacle around my cock feels incredible, my eyes rolling back in my head as the tiny tentacle within twirls within the confines of the larger mouth like opening. I tense suddenly, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my cock before slipping down my urethra. \n\nEven though the sensation is strange, cock betrays me by hardening. I want to scream but the sound I make is far more like a wanton moan as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me. \n\nAt one point one tentacle tries to enter my mouth, but in revulsion I try to bite it. It withdraws out of my reach, but in its place several more move to my face where they caress my cheeks and move close to my lips, though they remain careful to stay away from where I might try to bite it again.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but the way it makes my body tingle in pleasure quickly overwhelms anything else.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is like an wounded animal. I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to puke, but worse than any of that is the fact that I can feel my cock start to twitch as I cum.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp penis in its wake.\n\nWith a whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my cock. Trembling on the ground, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I try to struggle, but even I can tell my heart isn't fully in it. No matter how much this tentacled thing might repulse me, I can feel myself becoming aroused at the possibilities of what it might do. \n\nTentacles reach out to fondle my chest. The one over my cock descends to engulfs my hardening penis in a warm and wet embrace. I watch it wrap itself around my girth with a morbid fascination, the sudden sensation around my cock makes me moan. \n\nAll around me tentacles reach out, fondling me in every way possible. Tiny tentacles probe at my ears, my belly button, my nose. Something larger slithers along my ass crack and begins to press past my pucker, I instinctively clench down in a futile attempt to prevent it's entry.\n\nThe tentacle around my cock feels incredible, my eyes rolling back in my head as the tiny tentacle within twirls within the confines of the larger mouth like opening. I tense suddenly in surprise, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my cock before slipping down my urethra. \n\nEven though the sensation is strange, my cock betrays me by throbbing to full hardness. I am unable to hold back my whimpering moan as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me. \n\nAt one point one tentacle tries to enter my mouth, but I turn my head away. Two more join it and with no way to turn away from it, one of them presses at my lips. My resolve begins to crumble and the tentacle quickly slips past my teeth and into my mouth.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but the way it makes my body tingle in pleasure quickly overwhelms anything else.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is like an wounded animal. I want to scream, but I moan instead. I want to cry, but my hips involuntarily thrusts against the thing wrapped around my cock. I want to puke, but I moan around the tentacle in my mouth as I continue to fellate it. However more than anything I can feel my orgasm approaching. My cock jerks and throbs as I experience one of the strongest orgasms of my life. \n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp penis in its wake.\n\nWith a satisfied whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my cock. Trembling on the ground as I bask in the afterglow of my orgasm, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I don't even try to struggle, remaining still as I harden at the thought of what this tentacled thing may do to violate my body. \n\nTentacles reach out to fondle my chest. The one over my cock descends to engulfs my hardening penis in a warm and wet embrace. I watch it wrap itself around my girth with a morbid fascination, the sudden sensation around my cock makes me moan as I focus on the wonderful feeling. \n\nAll around me tentacles reach out, fondling me in every way possible. Tiny tentacles probe at my ears, my belly button, my nose. Something larger slithers along my ass crack and begins to press past my pucker, I relax my ass, allowing it free entry to my back door. It wastes no time slipping inside.\n\nThe tentacle around my cock feels incredible, my eyes rolling back in my head as the tiny tentacle within twirls within the confines of the larger mouth like opening. I tense suddenly in surprise, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my cock before slipping down my urethra. The wrongness of the sensation arouses me as much as the pleasure it brings me. Its everything I can do not to cum right then. I am unable to hold back my whimpering moan as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me. \n\nAt one point one tentacle tries to enter my mouth, I eagerly part my lips and allow it to slide inside. The slimy tentacle meets my tongue half way as I wrap my lips around it.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I enjoy every moment of it, reveling in this creature's perverse affections.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing fucking my body in every way possible while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is a betrayal to myself. I scream in pleasure, both my body and mind wanting this to never end. The pleasure I feel makes me feel light headed while my cock starts to twitch as I experience one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp penis in its wake.\n\nWith a satisfied whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my cock. Trembling on the ground as I bask in the afterglow of my orgasm, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n<</if>><<elseif $Taint lte 54>>Collapsing to the ground, I'm bruised and sore from the tentacled thing's attacks. The soft whimper that escapes my lips is full of fear and revulsion. \n\nIt moves closer, the cacophony of voices becoming a drone as it reaches toward me. \n\nI pull back slightly as it gets close enough to touch me, my eyes on its wet tentacles.\n\nWithout warning it springs at me, tentacles encircling my wrists and ankles so quickly that I've barely time to react. I can feel their pressure, painful as it grinds the bones in my wrists against each other. My earlier I grunt, gritting my teeth as I try to shake the tentacled thing off of me. It waits for my struggles to end, then loosens its grip slightly, still strong enough to hold me with ease, but no longer painful. //Like its telling me it can hurt me if it wanted to.// I shudder at the thought.\n\nThe tentacled thing starts to pull at my clothing, not trying to tear them of of me, only trying to free me from my clothing. I'm filled with a morbid fascination as I marvel at its dexterity.\n\nAs soon as my shirt is pooled around my neck and my pants around my knees, the tentacled thing begins to change. Some tentacles become shorter and thicker, others becoming long and thin. \n\nThe tip of one tentacle dilates into something resembling a mouth at the end of a stalk. Inside of its mouth like opening I can see a long thin tentacle form, like a needle thin tongue. The mouth like tentacle poises itself above my crotch.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I try to struggle, but its of no use. Tentacles reach out to fondle my small breasts. The one over my cock descends to engulfs my penis in a warm and wet embrace.\n\nIn spite of my revulsion at what is happening, the sudden sensation around my cock makes me moan. \n\nAll around me tentacles reach out, fondling me in every way possible. Tiny tentacles probe at my ears, my belly button, my nose. Something larger slithers along my ass crack and begins to press past my pucker in spite of my attempts to clench down and prevent it's entry.\n\nThe tentacle around my cock feels incredible, my eyes rolling back in my head as the tiny tentacle within twirls within the confines of the larger mouth like opening. I tense suddenly, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my cock before slipping down my urethra. \n\nEven though the sensation is strange, my diminished cock betrays me by hardening. I want to scream but the sound I make is far more like a wanton moan as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me. \n\nAt one point one tentacle tries to enter my mouth, but in revulsion I try to bite it. It withdraws out of my reach, but in its place several more move to my face where they caress my cheeks and move close to my lips, though they remain careful to stay away from where I might try to bite it again.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but the way it makes my body tingle in pleasure quickly overwhelms anything else.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my little cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is like an wounded animal. I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to puke, but worse than any of that is the fact that I can feel my cock start to twitch as I cum.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp penis in its wake.\n\nWith a whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my undersized cock. Trembling on the ground, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I try to struggle, but even I can tell my heart isn't fully in it. No matter how much this tentacled thing might repulse me, I can feel myself becoming aroused at the possibilities of what it might do. \n\nTentacles reach out to fondle my small breasts. The one over my cock descends to engulfs my hardening penis in a warm and wet embrace. I watch it wrap itself around my girth with a morbid fascination, the sudden sensation around my cock makes me moan. \n\nAll around me tentacles reach out, fondling me in every way possible. Tiny tentacles probe at my ears, my belly button, my nose. Something larger slithers along my ass crack and begins to press past my pucker, I instinctively clench down in a futile attempt to prevent it's entry.\n\nThe tentacle around my cock feels incredible, my eyes rolling back in my head as the tiny tentacle within twirls within the confines of the larger mouth like opening. I tense suddenly in surprise, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my cock before slipping down my urethra. \n\nEven though the sensation is strange, my undersized cock betrays me by throbbing to full hardness. I am unable to hold back my whimpering moan as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me. \n\nAt one point one tentacle tries to enter my mouth, but I turn my head away. Two more join it and with no way to turn away from it, one of them presses at my lips. My resolve begins to crumble and the tentacle quickly slips past my teeth and into my mouth.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but the way it makes my body tingle in pleasure quickly overwhelms anything else.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is like an wounded animal. I want to scream, but I moan instead. I want to cry, but my hips involuntarily thrusts against the thing wrapped around my diminished cock. I want to puke, but I moan around the tentacle in my mouth as I continue to fellate it. However more than anything I can feel my orgasm approaching. My cock jerks and throbs as I experience one of the strongest orgasms of my life. \n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp penis in its wake.\n\nWith a satisfied whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my undersized cock. Trembling on the ground as I bask in the afterglow of my orgasm, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I don't even try to struggle, remaining still as I harden at the thought of what this tentacled thing may do to violate my body. \n\nTentacles reach out to fondle my small breasts. The one over my cock descends to engulfs my hardening penis in a warm and wet embrace. I watch it wrap itself around my girth with a morbid fascination, the sudden sensation around my cock makes me moan as I focus on the wonderful feeling. \n\nAll around me tentacles reach out, fondling me in every way possible. Tiny tentacles probe at my ears, my belly button, my nose. Something larger slithers along my ass crack and begins to press past my pucker, I relax my ass, allowing it free entry to my back door. It wastes no time slipping inside.\n\nThe tentacle around my cock feels incredible, my eyes rolling back in my head as the tiny tentacle within twirls within the confines of the larger mouth like opening. I tense suddenly in surprise, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my cock before slipping down my urethra. The wrongness of the sensation arouses me as much as the pleasure it brings me. Its everything I can do not to cum right then. I am unable to hold back my whimpering moan as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me. \n\nAt one point one tentacle tries to enter my mouth, I eagerly part my lips and allow it to slide inside. The slimy tentacle meets my tongue half way as I wrap my lips around it.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I enjoy every moment of it, reveling in this creature's perverse affections.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing fucking my body in every way possible while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my diminished cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is a betrayal to myself. I scream in pleasure, both my body and mind wanting this to never end. The pleasure I feel makes me feel light headed while my little cock starts to twitch as I experience one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp penis in its wake.\n\nWith a satisfied whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my undersized cock. Trembling on the ground as I bask in the afterglow of my orgasm, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n<</if>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Collapsing to the ground, I'm bruised and sore from the tentacled thing's attacks. The feminine whimper that escapes my lips is full of fear and revulsion. \n\nThe sound makes me uncomfortably aware of how little of my manhood remains.\n\nIt moves closer, the cacophony of voices becoming a drone as it reaches toward me. \n\nI pull back slightly as it gets close enough to touch me, my eyes on its wet tentacles.\n\nWithout warning it springs at me, tentacles encircling my wrists and ankles so quickly that I've barely time to react. I can feel their pressure, painful as it grinds the bones in my wrists against each other. My earlier whimper becomes a cry. Then it loosens its grip slightly, still strong enough to hold me with ease, but no longer painful. //Like its telling me it can hurt me if it wanted to.// I shudder at the thought.\n\nThe tentacled thing starts to pull at my clothing, not trying to tear them of of me, only trying to free me from my clothing. I'm filled with a morbid fascination as I marvel at its dexterity.\n\nAs soon as my shirt is pooled around my neck and my pants around my knees, the tentacled thing begins to change. Some tentacles become shorter and thicker, others becoming long and thin. \n\nThe tip of one tentacle dilates into something resembling a mouth at the end of a stalk. Inside of its mouth like opening I can see a long thin tentacle form, like a needle thin tongue that reaches out toward me.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I tense, too scared to make any serious struggle knowing that with its strength it could break me with ease.\n\nOne of its tentacles slides between my legs, to touch my limp little cock. At first the thing slides lower as if seeking something beneath, //Am I really so small that it thinks my penis is a clit?// The thought horrifies me almost as much as the creature itself.\n\nThe tentacled thing moves, several of its tentacles repositioning themselves over my body.\n\nI watch as the mouth like tentacle shrinks into a small bowl shape, smaller than a shot glass but still with the wriggling little tentacle within. \n\nHorrified, I scream and try to thrash free of the thing's steel grip as the mouth like tentacle descends on my cocklet. I can feel it wrap around my tiny penis that would be pleasant if I wasn't so terrified. \n\nI tense suddenly, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my little cock before slipping down my urethra. \n\nEven though the sensation is strange, my cock betrays me by hardening. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me.\n\nAll the while, the other tentacles begin to caress my body. Some fondle my breasts, others probe at my ass before forcing their way within. At one point one tries to enter my mouth, but in revulsion I try to bite it. It withdraws out of my reach, but in its place several more move to my face where they caress my cheeks and move close to my lips, though they remain careful to stay away from where I might try to bite it again.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but the way it makes my body tingle in pleasure quickly overwhelms anything else.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my tiny cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is like an wounded animal. I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to puke, but worse than any of that is the fact that I can feel my cock start to twitch as I cum.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my limp little dick in its wake.\n\nWith a whimper, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my penis. Trembling on the ground, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I tense, scared even though I feel a small twinge or arousal.\n\nOne of its tentacles slides between my legs, to touch my limp little cock. At first the thing slides lower as if seeking something beneath, //Am I really so small that it thinks my penis is a clit?// The thought bothers me, but nowhere near as badly as I realize it should.\n\nThe tentacled thing moves, several of its tentacles repositioning themselves over my body.\n\nI watch as the mouth like tentacle shrinks into a small bowl shape, smaller than a shot glass but still with the wriggling little tentacle within. \n\nHorrified, I can see myself starting to harden of its own accord as the mouth like tentacle descends on my cocklet. I can feel it wrap around my tiny penis that is far more pleasant than I want to admit even to myself. \n\nI tense suddenly, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my little cock before slipping down my urethra. \n\nEven though the sensation is strange, my cock betrays me by throbbing to full hardness. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me.\n\nAll the while, the other tentacles begin to caress my body. Some fondle my breasts, others probe at my ass before forcing their way within. At one point one tries to enter my mouth, but I turn my head away. A moment later two reach for my mouth and I have nowhere to turn away from them, they force their way past my lips and press against my gritted teeth. I can only keep them out for a few seconds though before they force their way inside my mouth, probing it as if hoping to coax me into fellating them.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but the way it makes my body tingle in pleasure quickly overwhelms anything else until I not only welcome the tentacled thing's touch but I crave it.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my tiny cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is a betrayal to myself. I want to scream, but I moan in pleasure. I want to cry, but its everything I can to not to beg for more. I want to puke, but instead I suckle at the tentacles violating my mouth. But worse than any of that is the fact that I can feel my cock start to twitch as I experience one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my softening little dick in its wake.\n\nWith a little moan, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my penis. Trembling on the ground, my vision fades as I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I feel myself hardening at the thought of what this tentacled thing could do to me with all of its tentacles. I find myself relaxing in its grip, watching with morbid fascination as I await whatever it intends to do to me.\n\nOne of its tentacles slides between my legs, to touch my limp little cock. At first the thing slides lower as if seeking something beneath, //Its really tiny isn't it?// The thought surprises me more than it bothers me.\n\nThe tentacled thing moves, several of its tentacles repositioning themselves over my body.\n\nI watch as the mouth like tentacle shrinks into a small bowl shape, smaller than a shot glass but still with the wriggling little tentacle within. \n\nMy hips shift forward, part of me wanting to feel the slick warm tentacles against my cock. In response, the mouth like tentacle descends on my cocklet. I can feel it wrap around my tiny penis causing me to moan in pleasure. \n\nI'm surprised by a new sensation, my breath catching in my throat when I feel something change, the small tentacle playing at the tip of my little cock before slipping down my urethra.\n\nEven though the sensation is strange, whole body embraces this new intrusion. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as the little tentacle worms its way deeper into me.\n\nAll the while, the other tentacles begin to caress my body. Some fondle my breasts, others probe at my ass before forcing their way within. At one point one tries to enter my mouth, I eagerly part my lips and allow it to enter, my tongue meeting it as it slips inside. Closing my lips around the slimy tentacle, I begin to fellate it.\n\nEvery place a tentacle touches me, it leaves a layer of slime. I know I should be disgusted, but I find that I enjoy the feeling of so many warm thick tentacles gliding across my skin as they seke out new ways to violate my willing body.\n\nIt's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing fucking me while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething changes with the tentacle engulfing my tiny cock. I can feel it start to quiver and the tentacle inside of my urethra swells slightly. I can feel something liquid being forced inside of me, like this horrible tentacled thing is trying to impregnate my testicles.\n\nThe sound I make is a betrayal to myself. I scream in pleasure, both my body and mind wanting this to never end. The pleasure I feel makes me feel light headed while my cock starts to twitch as I experience one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.\n\nWhen the tentacle inside my urethra begins to slide out, I can feel the mouth like tentacle pulsating, though I'm unsure if it is trying to somehow consume my own cum, or if its doing something else. I dont even care what it's doing, I only want it to continue for as long as possible. Eventually it slips free of me, leaving my softening little dick in its wake.\n\nWith a little moan, I can see white fluid that I'm not even sure is my own, leaking from the tip of my penis. A little smile forms on my lips before my vision fades and I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, my manhood especially is coated in the stuff. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again.\n\n<</if>><<else>>Collapsing to the ground, I'm bruised and sore from the tentacled thing's attacks. The feminine whimper that escapes my lips is full of fear and revulsion.\n\nIt moves closer, the cacophony of voices becoming a drone as it reaches toward me. \n\nI pull back slightly as it gets close enough to touch me, my eyes on its wet tentacles.\n\nWithout warning it springs at me, tentacles encircling my wrists and ankles so quickly that I've barely time to react. I can feel their pressure, painful as it grinds the bones in my wrists against each other. My earlier whimper becomes a cry. Then it loosens its grip slightly, still strong enough to hold me with ease, but no longer painful. //Like its telling me it can hurt me if it wanted to.// I shudder at the thought.\n\nThe tentacled thing starts to pull at my clothing, not trying to tear them of of me, only trying to free me from my clothing. I'm filled with a morbid fascination as I marvel at its dexterity.\n\nAs soon as my shirt is pooled around my neck and my pants around my knees, the tentacled thing begins to change. Some tentacles become shorter and thicker, others becoming long and thin. \n\nThe tip of one tentacle dilates into something resembling a mouth at the end of a stalk. Inside of its mouth like opening I can see a long thin tentacle form, like a needle thin tongue that reaches out toward me.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I tense, too scared to make any serious struggle knowing that with its strength it could break me with ease.\n\nOne of its tentacles slides between my legs, gliding along my labia as it seeks my opening. I'm not wet, I'm far too scared and revolted by the creature to be aroused, but its tentacle makes my pussy slick with its slime all the same. And the way the slime makes my pussy quiver makes it obvious that the slime has something in it that acts as an aphrodisiac.\n\nThe mouth like tentacle descends on my chest, latching onto my breast and sucking at it. I can feel the small tentacle within twirling around my nipple, coaxing it and teasing it until it becomes hard.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I feel a twinge of arousal looking at the phallic shapes of the tentacles around me. I try to push the sudden erotic thoughts from my head, but when one of the tentacles slide between my legs to caress my slit, all I can do is moan lewdly.\n\nI know I should feel shame at my reaction, but I feel myself relax, allowing the tentacled thing to part my legs. \n\nMy whole body grows hot with arousal, my pussy quivering with need as the tentacle teaching my labia begins to part my shamefully moist folds.\n\nThe mouth like tentacle descends on my chest, latching onto my breast and sucking at it. I can feel the small tentacle within twirling around my hardening nipple, teasing and playing with it as a cry of pleasure escapes my lips.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>Feeling how the tentacled thing holds me down, looking at its phallic tentacles waving in the air around me, its too much. I moan in arousal, my hips moving of their own accord. I push my hips toward it, my glistening wet pussy on full display to this horrible, hideous, and completely unnatural thing.\n\nThe mouth like tentacle descends on my chest, latching onto my breast and sucking at it. I can feel the small tentacle within twirling around my hard nipple, teasing and playing with it as a cry of pleasure escapes my lips.\n\nIn that wanton moment, arousal nearly consuming me, I would have reached out to pull the tentacled thing tight against my body if it was not restraining me.\n\n<</if>><<if $Cherry is "True">>The tentacle between my legs finds my virgin opening, wiggling as it nestles itself against my opening, then shoves forward, piercing my hymen with a violent thrust that slams into my cervix painfully. I gasp for breath, the tentacled thing seemingly uncaring of the discomfort it just caused me. \n\nInstead of pulling its invading tentacle out, the thing pushes harder at my cervix. I can feel the tentacle thinning, wriggling its way deeper like a worm digging a hole into the soil. \n\nThe discomfort at being probed so deeply isn't quite pain, but instead it is like a heavy pressure where there shouldn't be one.\n\nWhen I feel something else moving along my labia, I look down past the mass of writhing tentacles, seeing several thin tentacles, perhaps a dozen of them, all playing along my slit. One by one they narrow further, slipping in beside the thick tentacle before starting to move about. \n\nMy pussy gushes fluid ad a dozen invaders all move at once, every one doing something different, but all of them seemingly intent to bring me pleasure.\n\nI barely notice when something probes at my back door, pushing past my pucker to slip into my bowels. \n\nA whimper passes my lips, quickly muffled by a pair of thick tentacles pushing their way into my mouth.\n\nI am quickly lost to the pleasure of the experience. My muffled moans fill the air as the tentacled thing violates me in ways I didn't even realize was possible. While its tentacles fuck my pussy ass and mouth, dozens more move across my body, fondling my breasts, latching onto my nipples, probing my navel, ears and nose as if those might somehow be yet another place it can sate its unnatural lust.\n\nThe whole time the tentacle deep inside of my pussy coaxes my cervix, teasing it open and stretching that opening. Never does it stretch so hard that it becomes painful, but at times the unnatural intrusion makes it difficult to breathe.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The tentacle between my legs finds my opening, wiggling as it nestles itself against my opening, then shoves forward, piercing my depths with a violent thrust that slams into my cervix painfully. I gasp with a mixture of pleasure and pain, the tentacled thing seemingly uncaring of the discomfort it just caused me. \n\nInstead of pulling its invading tentacle out, the thing pushes harder at my cervix. I can feel the tentacle thinning, wriggling its way deeper like a worm digging a hole into the soil. \n\nThe discomfort at being probed so deeply is strange, but at the same time it quickly starts to feel good, better than such an intrusion should.\n\nWhen I feel something else moving along my labia, I look down past the mass of writhing tentacles, seeing several thin tentacles, perhaps a dozen of them, all playing along my slit. One by one they narrow further, slipping in beside the thick tentacle before starting to move about. \n\nMy pussy gushes fluid ad a dozen invaders all move at once, every one doing something different, but all of them seemingly intent to bring me pleasure.\n\nI barely notice when something probes at my back door, pushing past my pucker to slip into my bowels. \n\nA wanton moan passes my lips, quickly muffled by a pair of thick tentacles pushing their way into my mouth.\n\nI am quickly lost to the pleasure of the experience. My muffled moans fill the air as the tentacled thing violates me in every way possible. While its tentacles fuck my pussy ass and mouth, dozens more move across my body, fondling my breasts, latching onto my nipples, probing my navel, ears and nose as if those might somehow be yet another place it can sate its unnatural lust.\n\nThe whole time the tentacle deep inside of my pussy coaxes my cervix, teasing it open and stretching that opening. Never does it stretch so hard that it becomes painful, but at times the unnatural intrusion makes it difficult to breathe.\n\n<</if>>It's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the tentacled thing raping my body while I writhe in pleasure in its grasp. \n\nSomething pressing against my pussy forces me to focus on the here and now, I look down to see the largest tentacle in my pussy bulging, almost as if there is something inside of it that it wants to force into my body. \n\nMy tight pussy reluctantly stretches around the invading object. I gasp for breath at the intrusion, the two tentacles in my mouth withdrawing, leaving pearly white slime across my face as they do so. I've barely drawn air back into my lungs when I feel the bulbous shape press against my cervix. \n\nFor the first time since this thing caught me, it crosses a line that makes me cry out not in lust or discomfort, but in pain. The pressure deep inside of me increases and I struggle against the tentacled thing's unrelenting grip. Then all at once I feel something press into my core, forcing past my cervix. I scream, my vision fading at the edges before I black out.\n\nWhen I finally regain consciousness, I wake on the ground covered in white slime, a generous amount of the stuff flowing freely from my stretched cunt. \n\nMy memory flashes back to the tentacled thing forcing something into my womb, my hands reach for my belly, felling around. I quickly realize that if it //did// put something inside of me, that its either too small or too soft for me to feel it from the outside. \n\nOn shaky legs, I get up, gathering my clothes and dressing myself again. \n\n<</if>>[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<set $Taint += 5>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<set $TentacleRape += 1>><</if>>

A roaring cheer goes up across the tavern from me. My eyes go that direction.\n\nAround a table, I see half a dozen people, one of them pouring a bottle of something into shot glasses. \n\nOnce all the shot glasses are filled, each person at the table takes one, counts loudly to three as a group, then throws their drinks back together before smalling their shot glasses down on the table and letting out another roaring cheer.\n\nI shake my head with a half grin, then return my attention to the rest of the tavern.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

I can hear a sound from somewhere deeper in the shadows of the cave. Not sure if its the sound of a rock falling, a shoe scuffing the ground, or something else. I pause to listen. \n\nAfter more than a minute, the sound does not repeat itself. When I start to move again, I'm considerably more watchful than I had been previously.\n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

<<set $random to random(1,2)>><<if $Day is 9 && $random is 1 && $ZRape is "Not Played">>I find myself standing near the docks, looking out across the choppy waves. Powerful waves rumble like thunder as the pound impotently at the shoreline. Out over the water, I'm not positive, but the clouds look lighter today, like the storm might finally be letting up.\n\nThe spray from a crashing wave causes me to flinch away. When I turn my eyes to look accusingly at the place it would have struck, I see something else that draws my attention.\n\nOut past Phil's shack along the shore, I can see a pale shape standing on an outcropping of rock. //No, it's two shapes,// I realize.\n\nWhile I can hear nothing over the sound of the wind and breaking waves, I can imagine the cries, the moans coming from the woman as she is fucked savagely from behind by a pale figure I would recognize anywhere. My eyes widen as I watch, much too far away to do anything to help. The woman's feet can't even touch the ground as she flails about, clearly in distress as she is raped by this otherworldly creature. A creature that evokes a rising tide of lust in me that makes every hair on my body stand on end.\n\n//Zal'chaas,// The name drifts through my mind. The mere thought of //her// name seems to call her attention. Her head tilts, then swivels slowly toward me. Her thrusts quicken, for just a second I think I can hear the woman's screams over the storm. \n\n//She// shoves forward, hilting herself inside of the woman. Even at this distance, I can see the woman stiffen as this beautiful monster fills her with cum.\n\nWith the casual disregard for the woman, //she// shoves the woman impaled on her cock forward, the woman flailing wildly as she is thrown into the water below.\n\nI only then realize that the two figures are not alone. In the water is several other creatures, these fish men I've seen before. They swarm the panicked woman. //She// turns toward me, even at this distance I can see cum still dripping from her massive, freshly used phallus.\n\nBefore I stop to think about it, I'm in motion, my need to save this stranger outweighing my self preservation. \n\nI've crossed a dozen paces toward the scene before I blink, and as quick as that, //she's// not a small figure on the horizon, she's half way to me. I skid to a stop, slipping on the rain slick rocks beneath my feet. For just the briefest of moments, I lose sight of her as I regain my footing. \n\nAs fast as that, //she's// standing directly in front of me. I can sense more than see the aura of amused pleasure about her, and it chills me to my core. \n\nHer head tilts, seeming to ponder me. Then she reaches out with a single delicate hand, her fingertips brushing the outside of my pants.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>Faster than has ever happened before, my cock swells painfully, my knees nearly giving out as I begin to cum. In half a step, she presses her body against my own, her too smooth face brushing across my stubbled cheek. There's a sound reminiscent of a coo, only I'm intimately aware of the fact that she has no mouth to make such a sound.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>Faster than has ever happened before, my penis swells painfully, my knees nearly giving out as I begin to cum. In half a step, she presses her body against my own, her too-smooth face brushing across myweathered cheek. There's a sound reminiscent of a disappointed coo, only I'm intimately aware of the fact that she has no mouth to make such a sound.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Faster than has ever happened before, my tiny penis swells painfully, my knees nearly giving out as I begin to cum. In half a step, she presses her body against my own, her too smooth face brushing across my own. There's a sad little sound of disappointment, only I'm intimately aware of the fact that she has no mouth to make such a sound.\n\n<<else>>My knees nearly give out, fluid gushing from my new cunt. A feminine sound, hungry and aroused in my ear. A quiet voice in the back of my mind distracts me though, insisting that she has no mouth to make such a sound.\n\n<</if>>Just the feel of her flesh against mine is rapture, is enough to blind me to the world around me. In that moment, I would do anything for her.\n\n"Kle'neh, thesh sch turr aash," //She// purrs. \n\nArousal surges through me again, but this time its just the wrong side of pain. I gasp, falling to my knees as my legs tremble and give out beneath me. \n\nI fight to breathe around the pain, steadying myself with my hands on the rocks in front of me. An all too familiar White Goo spatters the rocks directly in front of me. \n\nForcing myself to look up, I can see //her// standing there, looking down at me with her faceless head. Her massive cock continues to leak in an almost steady slow stream before my eyes. \n\nFor the first time, I notice something different about her though, a slight transparency, not of her skin, but of herself. I stare wide eyed up at her, realizing that while I can see her standing directly in front of me, she isn't quite //here.//\n\nSeeming to sense my scrutiny, she takes a half step back, then turns her head toward the little town of Wanton Cove. Then, in the time it takes me to blink, she is gone, the puddle of White Goo in front of me the only evidence of her passing.<<set $Taint += 5>><<set $ZRape to "Played">>\n\n[[Continue.|Rape Aftermath]]<<else>><<if $Day gte 7 && $DeepFight is "Not Played">><<set $random to random(1,2)>><<if $random is 1>>As I near the docks, I hear a sound, not quite hidden by the roar of falling rain and the waves crashing against the shore. Something akin to a man screaming to be heard.\n\nMy footsteps inevitably draw me out onto the west most dock. //It sounds like its coming from below the dock.// The sound is just starting to make my head hurt when it ends without warning. \n\nI stop where I’m standing, straining to hear the sound again, but I can no longer detect it. After a moment, I step to the edge of the dock, looking down into the choppy black water all around the dock.\n\nSensing that something isn’t quite right, I turn on my heel, hand slipping beneath my jacket for the comforting weight of my .38 Special.\n\n[[Continue.|DeepOneFight]]<<set $DeepFight to "Played">><<else>><<endif>><<else>>\nThe salty ocean air holds more than a hint of rotting fish. Something about the smell reminds me of a thousand filthy alleys in the slums of my hometown.\n\n<<if $Day gte 5>>Looking out over the water, I can see the whitecap waves crashing against one another, rain falling in sheets across the water.<<else>>As I approach the docks, I can see a hint of fog clinging to the shoreline, swirling and shifting subtly as the gentle waves throw froth amongst the rocks.<<endif>>\n\nEach of the three docks has a single building associated with it. The eastmost dock has a small building that looks more like a storage shed than a warehouse. The other two docks' buildings are clearly warehouses, though only the nearest of them shows any sign of recent use.\n\nThe eastmost of the three docks is where the local ferry leaves every morning and returns late in the afternoon.<<if $Day gte 5>> //Well, not in this storm they wont.//\n\nI can see the docks, not a fishing ship in sight. //Must have put out to sea to avoid being tossed against the dock by the storm.//<<else>>I can see a single large fishing boat moored to the middle dock. Along the waterline, I can see barnacles dotting the hull.<<endif>>\n\nAt the far end of the cove, I can see a fourth building, likely both a home and a workshop. All around it, there are small boats, most apparently complete, the rest in various states of repair or construction.\n\n<<if $Day is 2 && $Body1 is "Not Played">>A short distance to the West, I can see a man and a woman standing near something that has washed up on the beach. \n\nI can't see what is between them very well, but its a large, pale shape amongst the rocks on the shore.\n\n[[Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]\n\n<<elseif $Body1 is "Played">>My eyes drift a short distance to the West, my thoughts flickering to the body that was found there. \n\n//There's something seriously wrong with this place.// I think to myself.\n\n<</if>><<if $Day is 4 && $LurkWater is "false">><<set $LurkWater to "true">>Nearing the docks, I look out towards where the body was found the day before. \n\n<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 13>>Movement in the water draws my attention perhaps a half dozen yards off the shore. \n\nIn the dark water, I can see something large, at least as big as a man, likely larger. Whatever it is, its looking at me, its inky black eyes staring towards me through the water. After a second, he moves, a long dorsal fin breaks the water followed a second later by something that looks like a gray webbed foot.\n\nThen its gone, and I'm left standing on the shore trying to make sense of whatever I just saw. \n\n<<elseif ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 9>>My attention is drawn to a slight movement in the water, perhaps half a dozen yards off shore. \n\nFor a split second, I think I can see eyes, large eyes, and black as night, looking at me through the water. The shape moves, a long dorsal fun breaking the water's surface before vanishing beneath the waves.\n\nWhen its gone, I stand there for several seconds, not sure what I just saw.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 5>>Something large moving in the water draws my attention towards the waves jist a short distance from shore. \n\nI can't make out much, but whatever it is must be pretty large. A long dorsal fin breaks the surface for a second, then the water swirls as whatever was there swims deeper beneath the waves.\n\nFor a moment, I watch the place, wondering what I might have just seen.\n\n<<else>><</if>>It doesn't take long to determine that I'm not going to discover anything else of interest. With one last thought for the woman who died, I return to what I was doing before.<</if>><<if $Day is 3 && $Catch is "Not Played">><<set $random to random(1,4)>><<if $random is 1>>When I look out over the cove, I can see a fishing boat, sitting low in the water, creeping up towards the dock. \n\nAs I watch, I can hear the engines cut, leaving the air filled with the sound of softly crashing waves among the rocks, and the men on the boat shouting the distance towards a pair of men on the docks.\n\nTwo of the men on the boat stand near the railing, long coils of rope in their arms ad the boat drifts towards the docks. Both men on deck, almost in unison throw their ropes down towards the men on the dock, seconds later, the fishing boat bumps lightly against the dock and the men on the dock begin securing the boat in place. \n\nOne of the men on the dock yells up at the others, "You have trouble? You're back early."\n\n"No trouble, the hold is full," One of the two deckhands replies, a grin on his face.\n\nOver the next few minutes, the docks become a hive of activity as men work to unload their catch.\n\n<<set $Catch to "Played">><</if>><</if>><<if $Day is 1 && $WaterfrontBody is "Not Played">>Looking towards the shipbuilder's shack, I quickly decide that it can wait until morning. <<else>>\n[[Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]\n\nor<</if>>\n\n<<townlink "Head into the center of town.">><<if $Day is 2>><<set $Sighting1 to "Not Played">><</if>><</if>><</if>>\n\n\n

[[return|$return]]\n\nWanton Cove began appearing in historical records around 1645. The area was first officially settled in 1652 by Zadok Alhazred, though there is no known record of the man before his arrival in the region.\n\nThe town of Wanton Cove, and the island of the same name rests a little over 20 miles off the east coast of the United States.\n\nThe island is host to ruins that predate the town, though no archeological survey has ever been launched to investigate further. No one knows who these early inhabitants were.\n\nThe Native Americans who originally lived in the region spoke of a cursed island off the coast where those who went there returned mad, if they returned at all. However given the superstitions of the native people, and the fact that the island has been settled for more than a hundred and fifty years at the time of this writing, it is reasonable to assume that this is nothing more than local mythology.\n\n[[Return to Table of Contents.|Wanton Cove History Book]]\n\n[[return|$return]]

window.commonTownEvents = function () {\n\tvar chance = random(1, 74);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 5) {\n\t\tpassage = "Curtains";\n\t} else if (chance <= 10) {\n\t\tpassage = "Into House";\n\t} else if (chance <= 11) {\n\t\tpassage = "Deformed";\n\t} else if (chance <= 16) {\n\t\tpassage = "Light Rain Town";\n\t} else if (chance <= 22) {\n\t\tpassage = "TownFog";\n\t} else if (chance <= 25) {\n\t\tpassage = "TownTorrent";\n\t} else if (chance <= 26) {\n\t\tpassage = "TownSun";\n\t} else if (chance <= 29) {\n\t\tpassage = "Town Puddle";\n\t} else if (chance <= 32) {\n\t\tpassage = "TownDamp";\n\t} else if (chance <= 38) {\n\t\tpassage = "SailorPairMain";\n\t} else if (chance <= 43) {\n\t\tpassage = "SailorMain";\n\t} else if (chance <= 48) {\n\t\tpassage = "TownRain";\n\t} else if (chance <= 49) {\n\t\tpassage = "Street Combat";\n\t} else if (chance <= 52) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main1";\n\t} else if (chance <= 55) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main2";\n\t} else if (chance <= 58) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main3";\n\t} else if (chance <= 60) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main4";\n\t} else if (chance <= 62) {\n\t\tpassage = "GooeyRoof";\n\t} else if (chance <= 64) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main5";\n\t} else if (chance <= 68) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main6";\n\t} else if (chance <= 70) {\n\t\tpassage = "Main7";\n\t} else if (chance <= 72) {\n\t\tpassage = "WomanSpitMain";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = "Robed";\n\t}\n\n\treturn passage;\n};\n

"Oos asken?" The man slurs heavily, grabbing hold of the doorframe as he sways on his feet.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName2>>, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," I reply, "So, let me ask again; What business do you have in the Church?"\n\n"anin out," The man lurches forward a step, then falls to his knees as he retches. I'm not quite quick enough to step out of the way as the brownish fluid splashes my boots.\n\nStaggering back to his feet, he points skyward as if nothing just happened, "an roof," He points at the Church.\n\n//He just wanted to get in out of the rain?// I find myself skeptical, but it does make sense.\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>"Uh uuk awah uhm me ish man," He says before puking again. This time I get out of the way in time.<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>The man leers at me, half grinning. I can still see some fluid around his lips. It takes a conscious effort to keep the disgust off of my face.\n\n"Anna uuk?" He blurts.\n\n//Want to fuck?// His words horrify me. Part of me wants to be sick at the thought, though something else inside of me welcomes such a suggestion, making my new pussy ache with need.\n\n"Not a chance!" I say with more heat in my tone than I had intended.\n\nThe man just shrugs, then starts walking off. At a glance, it looks like he's headed towards the Barmaid's Daughter. //Like he needs anything more to drink.//<<elseif $Taint gte 60>>The man leers at me, half grinning. I can still see some fluid around his lips. It takes a conscious effort to keep the disgust off of my face.\n\n"Anna uuk?" He blurts.\n\n//Want to fuck?// His words horrify me. Part of me wants to be sick at the thought, though it does force me to acknowledge the changes I have been experiencing once more. Even worse is the way my little penis starts to stiffen at such an offensive suggestion.\n\n"Not a chance!" I say with more heat in my tone than I had intended.<<else>>The man eyes me for a second, then seems to pull himself a little straighter like he's been somehow insulted by my presence.\n\nHe straightens his coat, smearing his hands along the fluid coating his front, then casts one last glance at me.<<endif>>\n\nThe man just shrugs, then starts walking off. At a glance, it looks like he's headed towards the Barmaid's Daughter. //Like he needs anything more to drink.//\n\nI watch him go, I wonder if I should stop him and ask some questions, //Man like that isn't hard to find if I need to talk to him. Just find the local watering hole.//\n\nOnce the drunk is gone, I turn back towards the [[Church.|little church]]

Approaching the waterfront, I see several sailors working around the fishing boat at the dock. \n\nI'm a little surprised to see more ladies than men working around the boat as they unload their catch<<if $Day gte 5>>, especially in such hard rain<</if>>.\n\nI pause for only a moment to watch the sailors.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

Thursday morning, shortly after 10am.\n\nMorning found me sitting in my recliner, feet kicked up, wearing an old white tank top and a pair of dirty white boxer shorts. \n\nIdly, I turn the knob on the television again, looking for something other than news reports of the latest heinous act of violence against some little kid, or poorly written shows about a perfect world that doesn't really exist. I stop on the news channel again, giving the national weather forecast in all its black and white glory. \n\nSetting the remote down again, I trade it out for the warm beer sitting on the end table.\n\nThe beer almost reaches my lips when I hear a firm knock on my living room door.\n\nSighing, I set the beer back down and try to kick in the foot rest of my recliner. The foot rest swings right back up. With an exasperated growl, I kick it down a second time. This time it catches and stays down.\n\nThe knock on my door is firmer this time, more insistent. "I'm coming!" I yell towards the door, not caring that my annoyance is clear in my voice.\n\nWading through the mess towards the front door, I'm only mildly surprised that I don't knock any of the precarious piles of books, papers or mess over before reaching the door.\n\nOpening the door as far as the chain lock will allow, "Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested." I growl, not even bothering to look to see who it is at the door.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, it's me, Peter." Peter Duntell, my old partner says from the other side of the door. "I tried calling, but you didn't take my call. I need a favor. My son has gone missing." \n\nI can hear the pain, the worry in his voice. But to be honest, I couldn't bring myself to care all that much. I liked his kid, like his father, he was a good man, but I just wanted to get back to my beer. "Not my problem, call the police, file a missing person's report. I don't see how this has anything to do with me," I said more bitterly than I had intended.\n\nI close the door again and start to turn away.\n\nPeter knocks on the door again, full fist. The pounding is loud enough that it makes my head feel like it's going to explode, or maybe I'm just that hung over from last night.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>!" Peter roars through the door, "I've tried! It's been over a month!" Then he said something that I'd never heard him admit before, "I'm //scared.//"\n\nNow, Peter is a man's man. He's in his early fifties, maybe five years older than myself, and he's worked hard for everything he's ever accomplished. He's the type of man who's even tempered, quick to act, never backs down from a challenge, and always does what he thinks is right. Hearing him admit that he was scared, and believing it, . . . well, to be honest, I'd have been less surprised if I discovered that aliens were invading.\n\nI stop dead in my tracks. My shoulders slump in defeat even before my conscious mind tells me that I'm going to at least hear him out.\n\n"Well, fuck," I mumble to myself. \n\nTurning back towards the door, I unhook the chain and pull the door half open. I'm half way back to my recliner before he pushes the door the rest of the way open and lets himself in.\n\nAfter several heartbeats, "What //happened to you?//" Peter asks. I knew exactly what he meant. I'd seen too much, too many atrocities, too much collateral damage. I'd been broken by it, and now, I was trying to kill myself, one beer at a time.\n\n"You know damn well what happened to me." Picking up my warm beer, I down the rest of the bottle before tossing the empty bottle towards a garbage can that was already overflowing with empties. The bottle I tossed, along with three others, clatter to the floor to join the clutter.\n\n"Want a beer?" I ask, picking my way towards the kitchen.\n\n"No, I don't want a beer, and neither do you." Peter says firmly.\n\nI turn to look at him, feeling a mix of anger and annoyance, "You've got five minutes." \n\n"You're going to give me more than that. You're going to hear me out, and you're going to help." I don't even have my mouth open to protest before he raises a finger to ward off my objection, "After what you did. You //owe// me." [[He says firmly.]]\n<<set $CharacterConfirmed to "Confirmed">>\n

"So, what are you doing living out here like this?" I gesture vaguely at the interior of the cabin, "Why don't you just leave Wanton Cove instead?"\n\nVick looks at me for several long seconds that seem to stretch into an eternety. His experession completely unreadable as he seems to fight some inner struggle before answering, "Leev?" He bluts suddenly, his tone incredious, "Ah not safe wit out me bones," The intensity of his gaze makes me instinctively move away from him a half step, "Sides, //she// neva let mah go."\n\nI pause, considering my response before speaking again, "And why does //she// care so much about you?"\n\nVick's eyes are far too wide as he begins to speak, madness blazing through his gaze like the fires of the sun. "//La goka Zal'chaas throch'ke ebumna. Klem'he sha k'yarnak di kadishtu 'fhalma wi r'luh s'uhn. Throd mnahn hlirgh, sll'ha Zal'chaas ghe yu'thr fleh'rosch.//" As soon as he finishes speaking, a warm and kindly grin touches his lips.\n\nTense, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end, I desperately wish there were heavy metal bars seperating us, regardless of which side of those bars I would be on.\n\n//Maybe that wasn't the best choice of topic.// I think dryly, my pule only now starting to slow to a more normal pace.\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]<<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Who is SHE?]]\n\n[[Do you know anything about a guy named Tom?]]<<if $Pastor is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>>\n\nor\n\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>For just a few seconds, the storm seems to let up. Instead of large heavy raindrops pummeling me, smaller raindrops fall from the sky. \n\nLooking up, I see a slightly lighter patch of sky directly above me, but it's quickly swallowed by the more ominous black clouds around it. \n\nAt almost that same moment, the heavier rain begins again.\n\nPulling my jacket tighter around myself, I hunch over to ward off the worst of the rain. <<else>>The moisture in the air is so thick that it makes the air actually smell //wet//. \n\nI take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the cool, damp air.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]

<<if $GooCounter is 0 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>A short distance a head of me, I see a figure, their heavy jacket pulled tightly around themselves and a wide brimmed hat on their head.\n\nThe person doesn't seem to notice me as they walk along the waterfront, dissappearing behind one of the buildings hear the docks.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>A short distance a head of me, I see a figure, their heavy jacket pulled tightly around themselves and a wide brimmed hat on their head.\n\nThe figure pauses half way across the street, turning towards me. For a split second, I think I see a large tentacle where their mouth belongs, small tentacles surrounding it in a ring of writhing pink flesh. In the time it takes me to blink, the figure has turned away from me.\n\nThe figure quickly continues across the street before disappearing behind one of the buildings hear the docks.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 2 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>I see a feminine figure standing at the nearest dock, facing towards me. The figure's heavy jacket and wide brimmed hat have a slow but steady drip of water coming off them from the light rain.\n\nMy walk slows, unsure of the figure's intention. \n\nThe figure doesn't have a shirt on, a pair of tentacles twitching and writhing from where her nipples should be visible, suction cups like an octopus' cover the tentacles from every conceivable angle.\n\nWhere a normal set of eyes should be, she instead has a pair of goat like eyes that stare at me.\n\nI tremble at the sight, my hand going to the handle of my .38 Special.\n\nThe figure stands there for another heartbeat, then turns, walking quickly behind one of the buildings hear the docks.\n\nI stand there in the cold rain for several more seconds, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. \n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<else>>A short distance a head of me, I see a figure, their heavy jacket pulled tightly around themselves and a wide brimmed hat on their head.\n\nThe person doesn't seem to notice me as they cross the street, disappearing behind one of the buildings hear the docks.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]<<endif>>

The squelching of my boots is punctuated by the sound of raindrops dripping lazily between the leaves overhead. \n\nBarely visible in the bushes beside the trail, I see a small snare, placed in the hopes of trapping a small animal. Looking closer, I see that the trap is empty, at least for now.\n\n//Seems that someone is trapping in the area. Probably squirls given the size of the snare.//\n\nTurning my attention back to the trail, [[I continue on my way.|Trail]]

The sidebar display should have just subtracted 2 points of Mutation.\n\n[[return|$return]]<<set $Mutation -=2>>

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<<if $Depravity gte 10>>I'm not sure what comes over me, my mouth opening as if by another's will. \n\n"I," My voice trails off, unable to say more. However, the look in Vick's eyes says he knows exactly what I was about to ask about.\n\n"If ye want, ye can get on yer knees, //she//can lissin ta ye suckin mah cock<<if $Mutation gte 6>> wit yer fishy slut mouf<</if>>." He grins, blatantly rubbing the growing swell in the front of his pants.\n\nI feel a thrill of excitement as I sink to my knees, my eyes locked on his crotch like a starving man looking at a grand feast.\n\n"Dat ah ood girl," He coos as I reach out, working frantically to free his rigid manhood from his pants. When it finally springs free, I can only gape at the size of it. Its far larger than my own had been just a few short days ago, probably ten inches in length.\n\nMy mouth salavates.\n\nI know I shouldn't be doing this, that this is wrong, that I'm a //man// but its like a craving that washes over me, sweeping me away like a swimmer caught in a riptide.\n\nIn spite of the smell, I learn forward, my lips wrapping around the head of his cock. A moment later, my mouth comes free, leaving the crown of his massive cock glistening with my saliva. My tongue darts out, scooping a little dollop of precum from the tip of his cock, then I dive forward again, taking almost half of his length in a single motion.\n\n"Jus ike dat," Vick says gruffly, his hips starting to move as he tries to thrust more of his length into my mouth.\n\nIts not long before he thrust forward, driving his impressive length down my throat. I feel a pulse through the warm flesh of his penis, a split second later my throat is filled with a kind of warmth. \n\nAnother pulse, adding to that warmth. He pulls back, I gasp for breath just as he fires another jet of cum into my open mouth.\n\nA fourth and fifth spray my face and neck, dripping from my chin.\n\n//Holy crap, there's SO much of it!// I think with a hint of pride.\n\nOne final dribble of cum escapes the tip of his glistening cock before lazily sagging towards the floor.\n\nMoving quickly, I stick my tongue out, catching the bead of cum before it can hit the floor, then plant one final kiss on the very tip of his cock before standing again.\n\n//It feels so warm on my skin,// I think, lost in a haze of lust.\n\nSlowly, I begin to return to my senses. I realize that the cum has had time to cool on my skin, and Vick is watching me expectantly. With a serious expression, he says, "//She// ill make ya her whore if ya don sate yer lust. If ya ave needs, cum ta meh, I'll help ya keep em under control."\n\nUnable to think of anything to say, I give a little nod.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>><<elseif $Depravity gte 5>>I'm not sure what comes over me, my mouth opening as if by another's will. \n\n"I," My voice trails off, unable to say more. However, the look in Vick's eyes says he knows exactly what I was about to ask about.\n\n"If ye want, ye can get on yer knees, //she//can lissin ta ye suckin mah cock<<if $Mutation gte 6>> wit yer fishy slut mouf<</if>>." He grins, blatantly rubbing the growing swell in the front of his pants.\n\nI tremble slightly as I sink to my knees, my eyes locked on his crotch like a starving man looking at a steak.\n\n"Dat ah ood girl," He coos, unfastening his pants and fishing his already hard cock from within. I can only gape at the size of it, far larger than my own had been just a few short days ago, probably ten inches in length.\n\nI flinch back from the smell of him, but not before he's able to grab hold of my head with both hands, preventing my escape.\n\nI try to grab hold of his thighs to prevent him from pulling me closer, but he's much stronger than me and has little trouble pulling me to him again. \n\nHis cock brushes my lips, the smell almost overwhelming, but the smear of precum across my lips awakens a hunger within me. Within seconds, against the will of my conscious mind, my lips part.\n\nHe takes this opportunity to thrust the angry purple head of hic cock into my mouth, making me gag slightly when he hits the back of my throat. \n\nFor the first few seconds of the assault, I try to fight him. Eventually however, my own arousal starts to spike, the smell of him no longer so obvious. My head starts to bob up and down his cock, taking only the first few inches as I do so. Absently, I let my tongue play, flicking at the tip and twirling it around the crown of his cock.\n\n"Jus ike dat," Vick says gruffly, his hips starting to move as he tries to thrust more of his length into my mouth.\n\nIts not long before he thrust forward, driving half of his length down my throat and filling my mouth with the rest. I feel a pulse through the warm flesh of his penis, a split second lter my throat is filled with a kind of warmth. \n\nAnother pulse, adding to that warmth. He pulls back, I gasp for breath just as he fires another jet of cum into my open mouth.\n\nA fourth and fifth spray my face and neck, dripping from my chin.\n\n//Holy crap, there's SO much of it!// I think in alarm.\n\nOne final dribble of cum escapes the tip of his glistening cock before lazily sagging towards the floor.\n\nSelf conscious, I move away from Vick, wiping my face off on my sleeve and trying not to look too closely as he milks a few final drops of cum from his cock before tucking his big dick back into his pants.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<else>>I'm not sure what comes over me, my mouth opening as if by another's will. \n\n"I," My voice trails off, unable to say more. However, the look in Vick's eyes says he knows exactly what I was about to ask about.\n\n"If ye want, ye can get on yer knees, //she//can lissin ta ye suckin mah cock<<if $Mutation gte 6>> wit yer fishy slut mouf<</if>>." He grins, blatantly rubbing the growing swell in the front of his pants\n\nMy eyes widen and I step back suddenly, nearly tripping backwards in my haste.\n\nVick lets out a bark of laughter, his face lighting up with amusement at my discomfort, "Anodder time den," He says lightly.\n\n<<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>[[Next.|Talk to Vick.]]

Chest heaving, my breath comes in ragged gasps as I look down on the disgusting thing laying dead at my feet.\n\nCautiously, I nudge it once with my foot, but elict no response from the thing. Emboldened, I give it a little kick, resulting in the same response.\n\nAfter a couple of seconds, I give it a push with my foot again, this time moving it onto its back so I can get a better look at it. \n\nThe crest along the back of its head causes its entire head to list to one side. a trickle of blackish blood leaking from the corner of its mouth where it siwrls in the water on the dock, staining the wood. Like its back, its arms, legs, and sides are covered in thick scaly skin. Not quite true scales, and not quite leather. Along its belly, the coloration lightens slightly and the scales seem smaller, though after more than one encounters with the creatures, I figure its safe to say that they offer no less protection for it.\n\nFinally, my eyes move lower, between its legs where I can see the tip of its pink cock peeking out of a slit that seems to bulge slightly, like something large is contained within. I put pressure beside the area using the heel of my boot, causing more of its cock to inch free of its confines, along with the start of what might be its ball sack. When I remove my foot, the creatures member slips back into the slit, nearly concealing it entirely now.\n\nFeeling disgust, I give the creature a shove with my boot, pushing it far enough over the edge of the dock that it rolls the rest of the way on its own. With a splash, it strikes the water.\n\nI take a moment to glance over the edge, but the body has already vanished into the dark swirling water of the cove.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]

I make my way along the shoreline towards the shipbuilder's shack. The ground under my feet is a mixture of rocky sand, barnicles, broken seashells, and rotting seaweed.\n\nUp ahead, I can hear the sounds of someone working in, or near the shipbuilder's shack. \n\nNearing the shack, I let my gaze drift over the building. \n\nThe side of the building nearest the water is made up of a pair of large doors, both swung open, opening the entire end of the building towards the cove. Its hard to tell if the building has any windows or not, if it does, they are hidden behind one of the boats, or stacks of lumber leaning against the shack's sides. A hint of smoke drifts from the big chimney in the building's roof.\n\nI idly wonder what the point of lighting a fire in the fireplace is, if the shack's owner is just going to leave the big doors open to the cold anyway.\n\nAs I near the large, open doors, I can hear someone working inside of the shack.\n\n<<if $Phil is "Not Played">>[[Step inside the shack.]]<<else>>[[Step inside the shack.|Shipbuilder Shack]]<</if>>\nor\n<<dockslink "Head back towards the docks.">>

//A delicate sound comes from somewhere close by. Feminine. Its enough to make my cock twitch and begin to harden. \n\nI can feel the soft warmth of the morning sun against my cheek. A wistful smile finds its way to my lips as I take a deep breath, smelling a woman's arousal heavy in the air.\n\n//Tanya must have spent the night with me, and that damned storm finally broke!// I think to myself.\n\nOpening my eyes, I am met by a very different sight than I had imagined.\n\nI am standing on a large stone table. <<if $cave gte 3>>//I'm in the cathedral,// I realize, though I register no surprise at the revelation.<<else>>//I'm in some kind of cave from the looks of it,// I realize, though I register no surprise at the revelation.<</if>>\n\nAll around me are perhaps a dozen figures, all dressed in drab black robes with hoods that shroud their faces in inpenitrable shadow. Each of them holds a torch in their left hand while holding their free hand out before them in odd positions, making me think of sign language.\n\nI hear the woman from before, the sound coming from beneath me. She sounds scared. My smile is anything but kind behind the hood I wear.\n\nLooking down, I can see that other than my hood, I stand naked, straddling the middle of a woman. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//Not an ordinary woman, its Azumi.// My heartbeat quickens at the realization.<<else>>No, its not a woman, its a hermaphrodite.<</if>> She looks scared, though I can see her abnormally large penis half erect, and her vagina glistens with moisture.\n\nThere are tears in her eyes as she looks up at me, "Please, don't hurt me, <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>I love you."<<else>>Save me. I could love you."<</if>>\n\nI feel just a little sad as I look down at her past my erect cock, "I don't want to hurt you either," I can feel my lips pull my smile into a sneer, "You are //so// special, //so// precious, and //so// pure, and trough your death, //she// can be born into our world."\n\n"Zal'chaas, leeh eth, no'oku whuk zaxte," The figures around us all chant in unison.\n\nI idly wonder if the chains binding her in place are really needed. She hasn't made any attempt at escape and shows no sign that she will in the future. //Perhaps she is as eager as I to see our mistress born?//\n\nBringing the serrated knife in my hand up to my lips, I kiss the blade, cutting my lip as I do so. A single beed of blood follows the curve of the serrated blade before pooling against the guard. With my free hand, I reach down to my cock, beginning to stroke it in time with the chanting around us. The very thought of //her// entering our world, not as a shadow of herself, but in her entirity, drives me to my climax within seconds. My hips jerk as I begin to cum, the chanting around us raising drastically in pitch, my pearly white seed leaving white lines across my victim's chest and face.\n\nKneeling, I look at her from between her legs, hardening cock growing before my eyes, //Her drive for sex is divine,// I think as she reaches her full size. Leaning forward, I kiss the tip of her cock, my tongue tasting her precum before engulfing the head in my mouth. I can hear her moan in pleasure through her fear.\n\nNot bothering to linger, I slide up her body, not quite touching her until I'm face to face with her. Her eyes search mine, perhaps looking for mercy, but if that is the case, then she is horribly mistaken.\n\nI kiss her, tasting a hint of my own seed against her lips. She meets the kiss, before I break it. There's hope in her eyes when I pull back.\n\n//She really is beautiful,// I think as I look down at her body, moving so I can sit on her pelvis. With her penis laying up across her belly, my own laying beside it, I ponder her for only a second before raising the knife in my hand.\n\n//What comes next will be magnificent,// The hurt and betrayal in her eyes only makes what I am about to do even more beautiful. She screams as the knife in my hand touches her flesh, the razor sharp blade cutting through flesh with almost no effort. With well practiced movements, patterns begin to emerge among the carnage left in the knife's wake, strange runes that begin to glow with an otherworldly light.//\n\n[[Continue.|Night8a]]

As I walk, I hear a soft creak from a nearby porch<<if $Day gte 5>> over the falling rain<</if>>. Turning my attention that direction, you see an old man, his eyes sharp, looking at me. His pinched expression is a mix of annoyance and disgust.\n\nLocking eyes with me, he leans to the side, spitting something into the copper bowl near his feet. I can see just a hint of brown oozing from the corner of his mouth.\n\n//Well, thats disgusting.// I think.\n\nHis hawkish gaze never leaves me as he reaches up to wipe the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.\n\n//And something tells me that he's not the type for friendly conversation either.// I tear my gaze away and [[continue down the road.|Nice part of town.]]

<<set $Bed to "False">><<set $Day += 1>><<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>>\n<<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>//Blinking at the soft morning sun, I reach out and rub my eyes. //No dream, thank God for that.//\n\nI can hear the sounds of birds chirping somehere outside, and last night's heavy rain was enough to make the air feel cool and crisp, even with the window closed. //Maybe today wont be so bad.// I give out a humorless laugh.\n\nRolling out of bed, I start to get dressed. I'm just starting to pull my boots on when I hear a knock at at my room's door.\n\n"Who is it, and what the hell do you want?" My voice is light, the words little more than harmless banter escaping my lips.\n\n"It's Tom," The familiar voice comes through the door, "I hear you came to Wanton Cove looking for me. Can you really take me home?\n\nGoosebumps break out across my skin and my eyes widen. With only one boot on, I bolt for the door, swinging it open. My heart thrills when I see Tom, a sheepish grin on his face, standing there.\n\nI throw my arms around him in a sudden hug that seems to surprise both of us, "Yes! Yes, I'm here to bring you home!"\n\nTom returns the hug after a moment, holding on to me tightly. When his body starts to tremble, I'm put off just a little bit, //Men aren't supposed to cry like that, but then, Tom always was the sensitive type,// but I let it slide. After all, its hard to condemn a man for doing something that you are on the verge of doing yourself.\n\nReleasing Tom from my grip, I step back to take him in. Mangy red hair sprouts in irregular tufts from his gray scaly scalp. His too wide mouth spreads into a gaping smile that reveals rows of razor sharp teeth. Even as I watch, his neck seems to pulsate, gills moving as he breathes His solid black eyes are huge, boring into me with an unsettling intensity.\n\n[img[images/Dream5.jpg]]\n\nI stumble back a step, pawing for my .38 Special only to realize my shoulder strap and holster is still hanging from the headboard of my bed. "What the-"\n\n"What the? You come all this way to find me, and that's the best you can do?" Tom's voice has taken on a harsh, shrill tone. Stalking towards me, his taloned feet scrape at the floor, his clawed hands flexing.\n\nScrambling backwards, I reach the bed. At the same time, this Tom //thing// keeps stalking forward. Raising a wicked looking hand, claws stained red with blood, he looks prepared to attach when the sudden boom of a shotgun does off [[just outside of the room.]]

<<set $Bed to "False">><<set $Day += 1>><<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>>\n<<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>//It's too late now," The words echo softly in the deep fog that shrouds the world around me.\n\nThere's a giggle from somewhere nearby, followed by a sudden pale flash of movement out of the corner of my eye from the opposite direction.\n\nBehind me, the world seems to darken. An involuntary shiver goes through me, and I start to briskly walk towards the melodious sound of giggling.\n\nI stumble across the uneven ground, not even seeing the details as I follow the retreating sound.\n\nMeanwhile, the darkness behind me seems to loom closer.\n\n"Cha'la'na, thr uch na," //Her// voice whispers behind me. \n\n"I know!" I half turn, yelling back at her.\n\nI break into a run, though the faster I move, the more prevaling the darkness becomes as it seems to stretch around me as if prepared to swallow me.\n\nTripping, I slam hard into the cobblestone road beneath me. I look back in a panic, expecting //her// to catch me at any moment, but all I can see is the narrow alley behind me, several police officers standing at its end, looking anywhere but at me.\n\nGetting to my feet again, I look in the other direction. \n\nI blanch at the carnage before me, feeling bile rise up in the back of my throat.\n\nAmong all the red is a pale femenine shape laying in a pool of blood, not a drop marring its skin. \n\nBut my attention is instead drawn to what is behind it. A woman, dressed as I am, is looking straight back at me. Its the same female version of myself that I had seen the night before in my dreams.//\n\n[img[images/Dream4.jpg]]\n\nA dream! This is a dream! //I try to grasp that thought, to hold onto it even as it slips away from me.\n\nHer eyes are filled with sadness as she gazes at me. Droplets of blood drip from her fingertips where her hands hang at her sides, "You really don't know, do you?" There's a sense of surprise, bordering on reverence, in her voice as she steps closer, her foot touching the pool of blood she had been standing at the edge of, but not breaking the surface, "Nevertheless, you will come to understand soon enough."//\n\n[[Wake]]\n\n

Once inside, I take a seat across from <<if $RoseCrow is "Not Played">>the crying woman. \n\nShe dabs at her eyes with a rag that looks nearly as dirty as she is.\n\n"You're Rose?" I ask softly.\n\nShe nods.\n\n"I'm <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>. I'm not looking to upset you further, but I wanted to ask you about your husband, Wilson?" \n\n"You're an officer of the law?" She asks, looking at me with a hint of hope in her eyes.\n\n"I was once," I admit, "I'm for someone that went missing, a young man named Tom who came to Wanton Cove a while back."\n\n"So you're like a private investigator? Like in the films I've heard about?" She asks, curisosity suddenly overwhelming her grief for a few seconds. Even before I can answer her excitement begins to fade.\n\n"Something like that, though in this case its just my old partner asking me to come poke around a bit," I fight back a faint smile.\n\n"With the unpleasantness on the shoreline," I begin, changing the subject, "I heard your husband's name come up, said he walked with a limp like the girl on the shore would have. Pretty messed up ankle."\n\nRose nods again, seeming on the verge of tears once more, "Yes, he walked with a limp. Old fishing accident crushed his ankle. Something broke on the deck of his boat, swung around and caught him against the deck."\n\nI'm quiet for a few seconds, thinking about what I should do. Finally I offer, "I can't promise I'll find anything, but if you're willing to tell me about the last time you saw Wilson, and about anything strange in the week or so leading up to his dissappearance, I'll keep my eyes pealed."\n\n"//Thank you,//" She gushes as if I just promised to have her husband home in time for supper. \n\nShe looks arounf frantically, as if trying to figure out what to say, then she begins speaking in a rush, "Last time I saw him, he was headed for the docks, said one of his friends was coming in and he was going to help unload the catch. I tried to look up Gunny, his friend, but apparently he left again as soon as the boat was unloaded. No one remembers seeing Wilson at the docks though."\n\nRose continues to lean closer to me as she speaks, every word coming out with a little more urgency than the last, "The last couple of weeks he started acting strange. He started slipping off in the evenings. Said he was going to the Daughter, but he hardly ever drank. He always stayed home with me. And he stopped, . . . " She trails off, glancing towards one of the doors leaving the living room.\n\n//Bet its the bedroom.// I think to myself.\n\nMuch softer, she continues, "He stopped loving me the way he always has before."\n\nHer eyes fill with unshed tears, and her bottom lip develops a faint tremor, "Did he leave me, run off with another woman?" The first tear starts to fall, trailing slowly down the side of her nose before beading on her upper lip.\n\n//Well shit, this just got //more// awkward.// "Was his friend, Gunny you said?" I quickly jot down a couple of notes in my notepad, "Is there any chance Wilson joined Gunny when Gunny left again?"\n\n"I don't think so," Rose replies, but I can sense that her conviction is lagging . //Its possible then.//\n\nWe talk for a few more minutes, but I learn nothing more of calue. Eventually, I stand up, "Like I mentioned, no promises, but //if// I learn anything, I'll be sure to let you know. \n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, thank you," She replies, hope in her tone.\n\n"No need for thanks. I'll check back in on you if I have any further questions, or if I have a few minutes to visit."\n\n"Thank you, that would be nice," She replies.\n\nStanding, she follows me to the door, closing it behind me. I can hear her locking it again in my wake.\n\n<<set $RoseCrow to "Played">><<set $Gunny to "Played">><<else>>Rose.\n\n"Have you learned anything?" Rose asks, the resignation in her voice implying she already suspects that the answer is no.\n\n"Not yet, but I wanted to check in with you to see how you are doing," I reply, "I'll keep looking into it, hopefully I can learn something.\n\nShe nods.\n\nThe two of us talk for a few minutes, dancing around the delicate subject of her husband, but not learning anything further that might help me learn his whereabouts.\n\nEventually, I decide its time to go. Standing up, I say my goodbyes.\n\nShe follows me to the door, closing and locking it behind me. Through the door, I can hear her start to cry.\n\nSighing heavily, I start back towards the muddy street.\n\n<<endif>>[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]

<<set $Bed to "False">><<set $Day += 1>><<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>><<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>//The sounds of writhing flesh and carnal moans fill my dreams. <<if $Taint gte 65>>Enticing me, drawing me from my bed. <<else>>Drawing me from my bed with a shiver. <<endif>> \nMy bare feet pad softly across the small room as I make my way to the door wearing only my underclothes. The air feels unnaturally stuffy, thick enough to cut with a knife. \n\nOpening the door, the sounds are suddenly louder. Turning towards the light coming from the stairwell leading down to the tavern below, I let my footsteps draw me forward until I reach the top of the stairs. \n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>I cautiously cast a glance down the stairs. My eyes widen in surprise at the scene I see laid out before me. Dozens of people, if you can call all of them that, are naked in the area below. Most of the participants are clearly human, though mixed in are a several people who are terribly mutated, webbed hands, tentacles where their mouths should be, or even those that I cannot immediately tell if they are male or female. <<if $Depravity lte 5>> \n\nOpenly gaping at the scene, I stumble back a step. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n\nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. Scrambling, I backpedal from the stairway towards my room. Once inside, I close and lock the door behind myself.\n\n//What is it with these dreams? //I tremble at the thought.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I return to my bed. Pulling the covers over myself, I stare at the wall, waiting for myself to wake. As I lay there, I can’t shake the memory of what I saw, my cock throbbing hard beneath the covers.\n\nSlowly, the light outside my window seems to brighten slightly with the coming day, punctuated with the occasional flash of lightning from the continuing storm. \n\nClosing my eyes tightly, I try to will myself to sleep. //\n\nSighing heavily, and still haunted by the dream I had last night, . . . and the fact I do not remember actually sleeping at all, . . . I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]\n<<else>>//Openly gaping at the scene, I can feel my cock harden in my pants. I absently reach down to adjust myself. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n \nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. I start to move away, then pause to consider my options.\n\n[[Return to my room.|Night6Return]]\nOr\n[[Watch the scene unfold.]]//\n<<endif>><<elseif $Taint lte 54>>//I cautiously cast a glance down the stairs. My eyes widen in surprise at the scene I see laid out before me. Dozens of people, if you can call all of them that, are naked in the area below. Most of the participants are clearly human, though mixed in are a several people who are terribly mutated, webbed hands, tentacles where their mouths should be, or even those that I cannot immediately tell if they are male or female.// <<if $Depravity lte 5>> \n\n//Openly gaping at the scene, I stumble back a step. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n\nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. Scrambling, I backpedal from the stairway towards my room. Once inside, I close and lock the door behind myself.\n\n//What is it with these dreams? //I tremble at the thought.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I return to my bed. Pulling the covers over myself, I stare at the wall, waiting for myself to wake. As I lay there, I can’t shake the memory of what I saw, my undersized cock dribbling precum beneath the covers.\nSlowly, the light outside my window seems to brighten slightly with the coming day, punctuated with the occasional flash of lightning from the continuing storm. \n\nClosing my eyes tightly, I try to will myself to sleep. //\nMy eyes feel gritty, and burn slightly when I finally sit up on bed. I rub my eyes, though it does not seem to help at all.\n\nSighing heavily, and still haunted by the dream I had last night, . . . and the fact I do not remember actually sleeping at all, . . . I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]\n<<else>>//Openly gaping at the scene, I can feel my diminished cock harden in my pants. I absently reach down to adjust myself. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\n//Is that what I’m becoming? //I wonder, my eyes lingering on the person’s little cock, seeing the way they stroke it with just their fingers instead of using their entire hand.\n\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n \nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. I start to move away, then pause to consider my options.\n\n[[Return to my room.|Night6Return]]\nOr\n[[Watch the scene unfold.]]// <<endif>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>>//I cautiously cast a glance down the stairs. My eyes widen in surprise at the scene I see laid out before me. Dozens of people, if you can call all of them that, are naked in the area below. Most of the participants are clearly human, though mixed in are a several people who are terribly mutated, webbed hands, tentacles where their mouths should be, or even those that I cannot immediately tell if they are male or female.// <<if $Depravity lte 5>>//Openly gaping at the scene, I stumble back a step. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n\nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. Scrambling, I backpedal from the stairway towards my room. Once inside, I close and lock the door behind myself.\n\n//What is it with these dreams? //I tremble at the thought.\nUnsure of what else to do, I return to my bed. Pulling the covers over myself, I stare at the wall, waiting for myself to wake. As I lay there, I can’t shake the memory of what I saw, my tiny cock aches in my pants. //And I have the nerve to think about how small their cock was, //I pull the blankets tighter around myself.\n\nSlowly, the light outside my window seems to brighten slightly with the coming day, punctuated with the occasional flash of lightning from the continuing storm. \n\nClosing my eyes tightly, I try to will myself to sleep. //\nMy eyes feel gritty, and burn slightly when I finally sit up on bed. I rub my eyes, though it does not seem to help at all.\n\nSighing heavily, and still haunted by the dream I had last night, . . . and the fact I do not remember actually sleeping at all, . . . I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]\n<<else>>//Openly gaping at the scene, I can feel my diminished cock harden in my pants. I absently reach down to rub my little cocklet thought my pants. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\n//Is that what I’m becoming? //I wonder, my eyes lingering on the person’s little cock, seeing the way they stroke it with just their fingers instead of using their entire hand.\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n \nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. I start to move away, then pause to consider my options.//\n\n[[Return to my room.|Night6Return]]\nOr\n[[Watch the scene unfold.]] <<endif>><<else>>//I cautiously cast a glance down the stairs. My eyes widen in surprise at the scene I see laid out before me. Dozens of people, if you can call all of them that, are naked in the area below. Most of the participants are clearly human, though mixed in are a several people who are terribly mutated, webbed hands, tentacles where their mouths should be, or even those that I cannot immediately tell if they are male or female.// <<if $Depravity lte 5>> \n\n//Openly gaping at the scene, I stumble back a step. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n\nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. Scrambling, I backpedal from the stairway towards my room. Once inside, I close and lock the door behind myself.\n\n//What is it with these dreams? //I tremble at the thought.\nUnsure of what else to do, I return to my bed. Pulling the covers over myself, I stare at the wall, waiting for myself to wake. As I lay there, I can’t shake the memory of what I saw, my pussy wet enough that I can feel the moisture soaking my underclothes. Squeezing my legs tightly together does not seem to help, if anything, it makes the sensation worse.\n\nSlowly, the light outside my window seems to brighten slightly with the coming day, punctuated with the occasional flash of lightning from the continuing storm. \n\nClosing my eyes tightly, I try to will myself to sleep. //\nMy eyes feel gritty, and burn slightly when I finally sit up on bed. I rub my eyes, though it does not seem to help at all.\n\nSighing heavily, and still haunted by the dream I had last night, . . . and the fact I do not remember actually sleeping at all, . . . I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]\n<<else>>//Openly gaping at the scene, I can feel my diminished cock harden in my pants. I absently reach down to rub my pussy thought my pants. My action seems to draw the attention of one of the participants. The figure looks at me, smiling as they stroke their tiny cock with one hand and cup one of their own ample breasts with the other. When their lips part, an impossibly long black tongue lolls out of their mouth, more like a tentacle than anything else I can think to identify it as.\n\n//Is that what I’m becoming? //I wonder, my eyes lingering on the person’s little cock, seeing the way they stroke it with just their fingers instead of using their entire hand.\n\nAs if the parting of their lips is an invitation, another figure steps forward, erect cock leading the way. Never breaking eye contact with me, the black tongued individual reaches out, wrapping their slender fingers around the offered appendage. Their long tongue snakes out even further than before, partially coiling around the man’s penis. \n \nForcing myself to break eye contact, it’s like I’ve been released from a spell. I start to move away, then pause to consider my options.//\n\n[[Return to my room.|Night6Return]]\nOr\n[[Watch the scene unfold.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\n

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<<set $Bed to "False">>//The world seems shrouded in a perpetual fog, so dense that all I can see is a solid shade of gray.\n\nI lift my arm, placing it in front of my face, but I still can not see it.\n\nOn a whim, I touch my face, just to make sure my hand is actually there.// Yep,// I think as I brush my face. My skin feels soft, . . .feminine.\n\nI flinch away as I feel something brush across my skin along my lower back. I can feel a wet slimy sensation in the wake of the touch.\n\nMy breathing, heavy with fear, fills the silence with a suddenness that makes my heart race.\n\nWith no idea of where I am, I break into a run across the uneven ground, my hands in front of me to prevent myself from crashing into something.\n\nMy headlong flight is erratic as I stumble and stagger as I run. \n\nThe wind is knocked from my lungs as I slam full force into something solid, completely unforgiving. \n\nFalling backwards, I land hard on my ass.\n\nFrom somewhere behind me, I can hear someone, or perhaps //something,// moving fluidly though the gray behind me. \n\nScrambling to my feet once more, I start to feel the wall in front of me, nearly completely smooth to the touch. I start following along its surface, trying to find its edge, or some opening in it.\n\nMy fingertips find a seam in the wall and I begin to follow it upwards to above my head where it cuts horizontally for about three feet. At the end of that distance it starts straight downward again.//\n\nA door?// I think, frantically reaching for where a handle would be.\n\nI find it.\n\nThe sound behind me is closer now, I can feel the air moving all around me, swirling almost like churning water around me.\n\nTurning the doorknob, I almost fall through the space.\n\nI find myself in a room decorated in red velvet and gold trim. Lazily swirling smoke drifts through the air creating strange, and almost hypnotic patterns in the air.\n\nThe room is filled with gold fringed red pillows.\n\nGlancing behind myself to make sure the door is closed, and preferably locked, behind me, I discover nothing but smooth wall. I reach out in wonder, touching the wall, but finding no sign of the door I just entered through.//\n\nAnother one of these strange dreams,// The thought drifts darkly through my mind. //At least a dream can't hurt me.//\n\nTurning back to the room, I start to take stock of my surroundings. \n\nThe room is lit, almost glowing, but there is no sign of a light source. The gold trim on the walls has an almost organic feel to it, like it grew on the walls like ivy rather than it being made by human hands. The red of the walls looks almost wet, the color seeming to ebb and flow like a pulse just beneath a fresh wound.\n\nMy eyes finally fall on a pale expanse of flesh strewn across the pillows.\n\n[img[images/Dream3.jpg]]\n\nA woman looks up at me, unsettling familiar, yet completely alien. She's me, or rather a female version of me. A sad little smile touches her lips as she eyes me.\n\nWith a single finger, she beckons me forward, "Its too late now," My feminine voice says softly. The words seem to echo in my mind.//\n\nI'm covered in a cold sweat as I sit up suddenly on bed. I rub my arms to stave off the cold for a few fleeting seconds, then get unsteadily out of bed to <<set $Day += 1>><<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>>\n<<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>[[begin my day.|Your room.]]

<<set $Bed to "False">>//The haze around me seems to take form, becoming a person, a man, Tom. I look at him for a long moment, seemingly unable to find words. He looks at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to say something. When I finally open my mouth to speak, no sound comes out.\n\nConcerned by this development, I reach out, trying to take hold of him, but my hands pass through him as if he isn't even there.\n\nI come to the sudden realization that even though I moved, his eyes did not. \n\nI quickly turn to look at whatever is holding his attention. \n\nBefore me is an ocean, stretching as far as the eye can see,// This can't be real, //as I watch, I can see something, no, some things, moving in the water.\n\nMy curiosity draws me to lean forward, seeking a better look. In the blink of an eye, I'm in the water. I look around frantically, searching for land, but there is no sign of it. \n\n[img[images/Dream2.jpg]]\n\nAll around me, the things in the water move closer, giving me tantalizing glimpses, but no clear look at them. \n\nI reach for my .38 Special, only to discover that not only is my gun gone, but I also appear to be naked beneath the frigid waves.\n\nOne of the things reaches out, its cold hand brushing across my skin in what feels like an erotic caress.\n\nWithin seconds, others start to do the same, their fingers <<if $Taint lte 39>>brushing across my chest and stiffening cock.<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>caressing my budding breasts and hardening penis.<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>sliding along my crotch and cupping my breasts.<<else>>massaging my full breasts and letting their chill fingers glide along the folds of my new pussy.<</if>>\n\nRevulsion wars with arousal within me, my hands trying to ward off these// things //unwanted advances.\n\nWith the creatures closer, I can now see more detail as they move in the black water. I see gray-green skin, webbing between fingers. Their eyes are large with huge black pupils like a fish. Their all too human faces are dominated by a maw of serrated crystalline teeth.\n\nAs I tread water, I feel something suddenly take hold of my ankle, pulling me under suddenly. \n\nI gasp for breath on the way down, but far too late, instead of air, I fill my lungs with foul water instead.\n\nI thrash violently, trying to free myself from the iron grip pulling me down. \n\nAll around me, I can see the creatures clearly now. There are half a dozen of them, all but one that I can see is male, the female has large swolen breasts and a slimmer figure than the well endowed male counterparts.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 54>>The female glides through the water towards me, her too-large eyes searching my features. When she gets close enough, she presses her lips firmly to my own. \n\nI feel rancid air filling my lungs, and I barely resist the urge to gag. A moment larter, I feel a flutter alont the sides of my neck. Her lips leave my own, as I try to draw another breath, filling my lungs with water for a second time. Only this time my body responds as if I'm merely breathing air.//\n\nI'm breathing water? //I think in a mixture of concern and amazement.\n\n"Welcome brother," The female says, though her mouth does not seem to move. "Seek us out, embrace us, we will bask in the lust that is Zaal'chaas together." Her voice is thick with lust.\n\nShe embraces me, her arms and legs encircling my body as she presses herself firmly against me. I can feel my cock brush the folds of her pussy. Somewhere between us, I feel a hand, though I do not know who, or what, it belongs to. The hand guides my cock to the female's waiting sex where I feel myself slide inside with almost agonizing slowness.<<else>>One of the males moves close to me, I fan feel its slick skin against my breasts as it pulls me tight against it. \n\nIts lips find mine, forcing rancid air into my lungs. I fight the urge to gag, bile rising up in the back of my throat, but I somehow suppress it.\n\nA moment larter, I feel a flutter alont the sides of my neck. His lips leave my own, as I try to draw another breath, filling my lungs with water for a second time. Only this time my body responds as if I'm merely breathing air.//\n\nI'm breathing water? //I think in a mixture of concern and amazement.\n\n"Welcome sister," She says, though his mouth does not seem to move. "Seek us out, embrace us, we will bask in the lust that is Zaal'chaas together." His voice is thick with lust. \n\nI can feel several bodies begin to press in around me, their hands taking liberties with my body as they fondle my breasts and their fingers explore my sex.\n\nI instinctively spread my legs when I feel a hand on the inside of my thigh, gently prying my legs apart.\n\nThe hand is almost immediately replaced by something else. Looking down, I see that the creature before me is clearly aroused, a massive, tapered cock jutts from its crotch. \n\nI watch in fascination as the tip of its cock slips closer to my crotch.<</if>>\n\nA hint of red draws my attention to one side, where I see Tom, struggling against several more of the creatures as they pull him down, his mouth fixed in a silent scream as he is pulled deeper into the gloomy waters.\n\nSuddenly coming back to my senses, I struggle against the creatures around me, breaking free suddenly before diving and swimming towards where Tom is.\n\nMy lungs suddenly burning with the need for air.\n\nNo matter how hard I swim, Tom is further from my reach with every passing second. \n\nUnable to hold my breath any longer, I draw sea water into my lungs for a third time. Quenching the fire in my lungs with the smothering sea around me.//\n\nCoughing, water sputtering from my mouth, I sit up in bed. For several minutes, I caugh and wheeze, clearing the salty fluid from my lungs and catching my breath.\n\n//What the fuck is happening to me?// I think in a near panic, //I've got to find Tom and get away from this place. The sooner the better.//\n\nTurning my eyes to the small window beside me, I can see the first hints of dawn on the horizon.\n\n<<set $Day += 1>><<set $CharHP = 10>><<set $Research to 0>><<if $Taint gte 100>><<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 75>><<set $Taint += 4>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>><<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>><<set $Taint += 2>>\n<<elseif $Taint gte 1>><<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>\n[[Your room.]]

I spot a woman standing in a window of a nearby house. She had an unhappy look about her as she watches me, one hand resting lightly on her swollen belly.\n\nMy pace falters and I come to a halt in the middle of the street. I make no secret of the fact that I am looking right back at her. After a moment, she lifts her hand off of her belly and reaches out, taking hold of the curtains and pulling them closed between us.\n\n//What the hell was that about?// I wonder darkly.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Nice part of town.]]

As I am passing a house, I stop as a flash of color in this otherwise drab town attracts my attention. \n\nBeside a two story white house, only slightly in need or a fresh coat of paint and some minor shingle work, is a single rose bush. Perhaps five foot tall and about half again as wide. \n\nThe poor plant looks to be barely clinging to life from the sickly dark green of the leaves and the yellowing of the stems, but scattered across it is perhaps a dozen small red roses. Each rose appears to be nearly perfect, just starting to open.\n\n//Makes me think of this island, something completely unexpected and totally out of place.//\n\nI remain there for a few seconds longer, wondering if I might find some deeper meaning. When no revelations come, I turn away from the rose bush.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Nice part of town.]]

As I walk along the street, I see a bit of motion from a nearby house. When I turn my attention that direction, I can see a woman holding the drapes to one side, watching me from the house's darkened interior.\n\nNot sure what else to do, I raise my hand to give a little wave. I'm rewarded with a small smile from the woman, then a brief but entergetic wave in return. \n\nA moment later, she lets the drape fall back in place, leaving me alone in the street once more.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

Mr Morichi makes a sour face, much like I expect my own expression was when I first tried his bitter tea.\n\nWith a heavy sigh, he reaches into a pocket and extends a key towards me, "I will not be held responsible for her behavior, or anything that might happen to you. You will lock the door behind yourself when you are finished //speaking// with her, and under no circumstances will you let her out of her room. When you are done, you may return the key to me."\n\nWith a nod, I accept the key. When it becomes clear that Mr Morichi will not be accompanying me, I make my exit and make my way to [[Azumi's room.]]\n\n

Inspecting the door, I take note of the style of lock.\n\n//Cheap doorknob, break that and I can slide the lock mechanism.// I think confidently.\n\nIt takes only a moment to find a heavy rock in the mud. With a firm swing, I knock the cheap doorknob loose.\n\nPulling the broken doorknob free, I look at the lock mechanism inside. With a half smile, I easily flip the lock, the door swings open <<churchlink "at a gentle push.">>

I begin my inspection by checking the doorknob and lock. Seeing no weakness there I turn my attention to the door frame.\n\nFor several minutes, I search the door for any sign of weakness that I can exploit. In spite of my best efforts, I see no sign of weakness from the door, or way to circumvent the lock.\n\nDiscouraged, [[I step back from the door.|little church]]

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<<if $Taint gte 95>>I swallow hard, then the words spill from my mouth unbidden, “He uses his mouth on girl parts too?” I can feel my face inflame and I am suddenly unable to look at either of them.\n\nThere's a nearly imperceptible motion from Lady Anne out of the corner of my eye, then Toby steps towards me. I turn my head to watch with a queer kind of curiosity as the feminine man kneels before me, his eyes turning to my own like he's seeking my approval. With delicate fingers, he reaches out, unbuckling my pants and pulling them down far enough to expose my lack of manhood.\n\nThe cool air on my damp pussy makes me shudder slightly. //What does this make me? A woman's, no, another woman's husband is preparing to do this to me, all while his wife watches.// My eyes turn to Lady Anne, her eyes filled with mild amusement.\n\nI find myself unable to look away from her as my pants are pulled down around my ankles. When Toby, //Or should I think of him as Sophie? Would that make what is happening here better, or worse?// touches the inside of my thighs, I allow them to be parted with almost no resistance.\n\n“You see that pussy?” Lady Anne, “That is my gift to you. You can lick it, you can make her cum, but never forget that your little cock is useless and will never again be allowed inside of a woman.”\n\n“Thank you, I love you,” Toby responds, his eyes never leaving my crotch as he looks at the glistening folds of my new womanhood. I can see his little cock, hard and angry looking, straining as it points towards me. //I wonder what it would feel like inside of me?// I try to put the thought out of my mind as soon as I have it.\n\nI can hear Toby breathe in deeply of my scent, face only inches away from my aching cunt now. A shudder goes through me as his tongue brushes my lower lips, barely hard enough to feel. I instinctively try to spread my legs just a little wider, my hips moving to push my sex closer to his face.\n\nA second lick is firm enough to part my folds, the tip of his tongue flicking at my clitoris as it completes its ascent. My breath catches as a jolt of arousal makes my heart race even faster than it was already.\n\nInstead of doing it again, I instead feel his fingers touching me. I look down just in time to see him carefully part my pussy, spreading it wide as he gazes upon my most sacred place. I look away, blushing, but then my eyes catch Lady Anne's and she holds my gaze. No matter how hard I try, I'm unable to look away from her intense stare.\n\nThe warmth of Toby's breath on my pussy makes me moan softly, the sound becoming deeper and more intense when his tongue returns to trace a small circle around my opening.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his tongue nudges past my opening and begins to slide inside of me. My eyes widen and my hips jerk when the tip of his tongue finds my hymen.\n\nToby pulls back suddenly, my gaze finally leaving Lady Anne to turn to him. There's some surprise in his expression, “She's a virgin,” His tone holds a sense of wonder.\n\n“Interesting,” Lady Anne says softly. While her voice is just barely loud enough for me to hear, I have no doubt that was her intent.\n\nToby looks over his shoulder, I can see the moistness of my pussy around his lips. He doesn't say anything, but there's a clear question in his expression.\n\n“Leave it for the moment, maybe our son can take her maidenhead later, after all, I doubt she'd even know you were inside of her if you tried to take it.”\n\nWith a nod, Toby turns back towards me, when his lips touch my aching cunt again, I shudder in delight. I've no doubt that if he tried to stick something in me at that moment, no matter what it was, I'd let him rob me of my female virginity without protest.\n\nInstead, I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his tongue and lips wandering over my pussy, the aching need inside of me begging to have something fill it. Even without further penetration, its not long before a knot starts to form in the pit of my stomach, the pressure continues to build upon itself until it suddenly releases. I see spots as my body shudders in earth shattering release.\n\n<<else>>Feeling his tongue slide inside of me, I marvel at how different it feels to be penetrated by a penis. My hips grind forward at the stimulation, trying to force more of his tongue into my depths.\n\nIn response, his tongue begins to move inside of me, exploring the inside of my pussy. //It may not fill me the way a cock does, but dear God can it touch some amazing places.//\n\nWithin seconds, his tongue is dancing inside of me, hitting and stimulating places a penis could never effectively reach in such a way. \n\nIt doesn't take long before I can feel a pressure starting to build inside of me, like a wave rising up before it crashes against the shore. His tongue plunges deep, flicking at something barely within its reach, and that's all it takes to push me over the edge. \n\nMy legs clamp down around his head, holding him in place as my hips buck hard against his face. I can feel fluids gushing out of me, and that marvelous tongue of his lapping at every bit of it as he drinks my juices down.\n\nWhen I finally release my grip on his head, I roll my hips, trying to coax him into sliding his tongue back into me.\n\n<<set $AnneV to "Played">><<endif>>All the while, he continues to lap at my opening, drinking deeply of my fluids.\n\nWhen I finally start to regain my senses, I look towards Lady Anne. However, instead of looking at me, she is instead looking at her husband. With the crook of a finger, he leans down towards her. For just a second, I expect they are about to kiss, but instead I see her tongue scoop a drop of my juices off of his chin. A little smile finds its way onto her lips as she seems to savor the taste. \n\n“”Now, you may do the same for me.” She says simply.\n\nMeanwhile, I start pulling my own pants back up, my legs feeling shaky as I do so.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 8>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>><<elseif $Taint gte 55>>Self conscious about my diminished manhood, I struggle to find any words to express my interest. I can feel myself blush when Lady Anne smiles, clearly enjoying my unease. //What kind of perverted deviant must I be to entertain the idea of sex with another man?//\n\nLady Anne gives a small nod, and Toby steps towards me. I watch with a queer kind of curiosity as the feminine man kneels before me, his eyes turning to my own like he's seeking my approval. With delicate fingers, he reaches out, unbuckling my pants and pulling them down far enough to expose my manhood.\n\nMy little cock is rock hard by the time he frees me of my pants. Toby flushes, excitement clear in his feminine features as he reaches out, touching the bead of precum at the tip of my cock with one delicate finger before raising it to his lips.\n\n//Think of him as Sophie, that's a good girl name,// The thought, or perhaps the taboo of the situation, is enough to make my rod throb with anticipation.\n\nLeaning forward, Sophie's lips part, tongue darting out to lightly brush the little slit at the tip of my rigid cock. As soon as his tongue retreats, his lips come forward to kiss my crown. When he breaks the kiss, he sucks lightly, causing my swollen cockhead to spring free of his mouth with an audible 'pop!'\n\nHe must of liked the little moaning sound I made because a mischievous smile crosses his face, filling his eyes with joy. A second later, his lips wrap around my cockhead again, this time his tongue traces carefully around the ridge of my crown. Giving a hard suck, I can feel my eyes roll part way back in my head just before he plunges forward to take all of my diminished length into his mouth. \n\n//I can't even reach his throat, I'm too small.// I think with shame.\n\nI can't help myself, one hand finds the back of his head, my words coming in a breathless whisper, “Dear God Sophie, you're good at this.”\n\nAs if those were the words he can been waiting for, his head begins to slide back up my short shaft, then back down again as his head starts to rhythmically bob up and down my length. Every up stroke feels a little slower than the last, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks greedily at my cock. \n\nAll too soon, I can feel a rising pressure inside of me as my balls begin to ache for release. As if sensing my growing need, he seems to redouble his efforts, sucking my full length into his mouth as his tongue twirls and flicks rapidly at my member. \n\nIt quickly becomes more than I can take. My hips buck forward of my own accord, ass clenching as I try to hold back for just a few seconds longer. But its to no avail, Sophie's lips ride the short distance up my shaft until only the head of my cock is in his mouth, then lightly cups my undersized balls. \n\nWith a groan, I feel my balls pull tight mere moments before my cock jerks. Sophie is clearly no stranger to this as he simply holds his position, his tongue riding in circles around my cockhead as I fill his mouth with seed.\n\nOnce he has milked every drop from me, he releases my manhood.\n\nLeaving me to pull my own pants back in place, Sophie returns to his wife's side. She pulls her skirts up, revealing that she does not have a scrap of clothing beneath, then glances at her husband, “Now, push it up inside of me. If you're a good boy, I'll let you eat it out of me once our guest leaves.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 10>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>><<else>>”A talented tongue huh?” My own words surprise me, //When did I become such a pervert, that I'd even entertain the idea of doing something like this with another man.//\n\nLady Anne gives a small nod, and Toby steps towards me. I watch with a queer kind of curiosity as the feminine man kneels before me, his eyes turning to my own like he's seeking my approval. With delicate fingers, he reaches out, unbuckling my pants and pulling them down far enough to expose my manhood. \n\nI'm only a little hard by the time he frees me from my pants, though I quickly begin to harden when I notice the hungry look in his eyes. His little pink tongue darts out, wetting his lips. Looking into his eyes, I feel his fingers wrap around my shaft before I actually see it. \n\n//Think of him as Sophie, that's a good girl name,// The thought, or perhaps the taboo of the situation, is enough to bring my rod to full mast.\n\nLeaning forward, Sophie's lips part, tongue darting out to lightly brush the little slit at the tip of my rigid cock. As soon as his tongue retreats, his lips come forward to kiss my crown. When he breaks the kiss, he sucks lightly, causing my engorged cockhead to spring free of his mouth with an audible 'pop!'\n\nHe must of liked the little moaning sound I made because a mischievous smile crosses his face, filling his eyes with joy. A second later, his lips wrap around my cockhead again, this time his tongue traces lightly around the ridge of my crown. Giving a hard suck, I can feel my eyes roll part way back in my head just before he plunges forward to take my cock up to the root. I can feel his throat around the head of my cock while his tongue slides along the underside of my shaft.\n\nI can't help myself, one hand finds the back of his head, my words coming in a breathless whisper, “Dear God Sophie, you're good at this.”\n\nAs if those were the words he can been waiting for, his head begins to slide back up my shaft, then back down again as his head starts to rhythmically bob up and down my length. Every up stroke feels a little slower than the last, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks greedily at my cock. Every down stroke feels a little quicker than the previous one, like he's desperate to fill his mouth with this part of me.\n\nAll too soon, I can feel a rising pressure inside of me as my balls begin to ache for release. As if sensing my growing need, he seems to redouble his efforts. \n\nIt quickly becomes more than I can take. My hips buck forward of my own accord, ass clenching as I try to hold back for just a few seconds longer. But its to no avail, Sophie's lips ride up my shaft until only the head of my cock is in his mouth, then with one hand begins to stroke me while the other lightly cups my balls. \n\nWith a groan, I feel my balls pull tight mere moments before my cock jerks. Sophie is clearly no stranger to this as he simply holds his position, his tongue riding in circles around my cockhead as I fill his mouth with seed.\n\nOnce he has milked every drop from me, he releases my manhood.\n\nLeaving me to pull my own pants back in place, Sophie returns to his wife's side. She pulls her skirts up, revealing that she does not have a scrap of clothing beneath, then glances at her husband, “Now, push it up inside of me. If you're a good boy, I'll let you eat it out of me once our guest leaves.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 10>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>><<endif>><<set $Taint += 1>>Toby kneels between his wife's legs, his face seeking out her sex. //Putting that //talented// tongue to use again,// I think with mild amusement. Letting her skirt fall over her husband, its almost enough to hide him entirely.\n\nWith an amused expression, she looks back at me as if nothing just happened.\n\n[[Ask Lady Anne about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Ask about her family.]]<<if $AnneHusband is "True">>\n[[Ask about her family business.]] \n[[Ask about her husband Toby.]]\n[[Ask about her son Dewey.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about the Morichi Family]]<<endif>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Played">>\n[[Ask if she is Azumi's mother.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Lady Anne about the Pastor.]]<</if>>\n[[Make your exit.|Nice part of town.]]\n\n\n\n\n

<<if $Day gte 5>>Heavy rain falls all around me, pelting my heavy coat with drops of rain I can feel through my jacket. The sound of it hitting the leather is loud in my ears.\n\n[[Continue through the rain.|overgrown park]] <<else>>For a brief moment, there is a small break in the clouds overhead, a ray of sunshine illuminating the area where I'm standing.\n\nMy eyes turn upward in the hopes of catching sight of the sun for the first time since arriving in Wanton Cove, but by the time I can look up, the clouds above me have already closed over the sun like a snuffer draped over a candle to put it out.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]<</if>>

<<if ($PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma) gte 11>>"Hey there friend," I try to make my voice as soothing as I can, "I've got the book right here," I pat the front of my jacket to emphasize my point, "And I'll be happy to give it to you, but maybe in exchange, you can answer a couple of questions for me."\n\nI take her wary expression as encouragement, "We can help each other a bit maybe?"\n\nShe nods slowly, her too large eyes never leaving my own as she does so, "Neeeeeed booooook."\n\n"And you can have it in just a minute," I reassure her, "But first, can you tell me if you want the book for you, or for someone else?"\n\nA hint of anger flashes across her features at the question, or perhaps the phrasing of it, "Meeee, NEEEED booook."\n\n"Ok, you're the one who needs the book, not someone else," You force your friendly smile to stay in place on your face, "Just one, maybe two more questions, then you can have it. Ok?"\n\nI can tell that she's already getting antsy, but she nods. Her hands flex and all I can think for a second is how sharp those claws look, "Ok, second question, can you tell me what you need the book for?"\n\nThe madness in her eyes seems to well up, threatening to reach out and overwhelm me. <<if $Madness gte 3>>I'm almost certain that she's hearing the same voices in her head that I am.<<elseif $Madness gte 1>>I wonder to myself if the voices whispering in the back of my mind are the same as the ones she is hearing.<</if>>\n\n"Neeeed," The raw sound of her voice makes me want to cringe, "Fix meeeeeee."\n\nI reach into my jacket, taking hold of the book. I silently debate with myself if I should give the book over as I promised, or if I should try to keep it. Deep down, I know keeping it would ensure a physical confrontation with this creature that I am uncertain I could win. \n\nInstead, I ask one more question to buy myself a few more precious seconds, "This book can fix you? Make you human again?"\n\n"Yeeeeeeessssss," The creature takes a quick step towards me, arms outstretched.\n\n[[Give it the book.]]\n\n[[Fight.|Book Fight]]\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma) gte 7>>"You want the book, and I have the book," Her posture becomes more agressive as I say the words. I know instantly that I should have phrased what I said differently, "If you can answer a couple of questions, I'll give you the book. Ok? We both get what we want that way."\n\nShe nods slowly, her too large eyes never leaving my own as she does so, "Neeeeeed booooook."\n\n"And you can have it in just a minute," I reassure her, "But first, can you tell me if you want the book for you, or for someone else?"\n\nA hint of anger flashes across her features at the question, or perhaps the phrasing of it, "Meeee, NEEEED booook."\n\n"Ok, you're the one who needs the book, not someone else," You force your friendly smile to stay in place on your face, "Just one, maybe two more questions, then you can have it. Ok?"\n\nShe seems antsy, like she's barely restraining herself from taking action, but she eventually nods in agreement. //Not sure how long she's going to remain agreeable,// "Second question, can you tell me what you need the book for?"\n\nThe madness in her eyes seems to well up, threatening to reach out and overwhelm me. <<if $Madness gte 3>>I'm almost certain that she's hearing the same voices in her head that I am.<<elseif $Madness gte 1>>I wonder to myself if the voices whispering in the back of my mind are the same as the ones she is hearing.<</if>>\n\n"Neeeed," The raw sound of her voice makes me want to cringe, "Fix meeeeeee."\n\nI reach into my jacket, I take hold of the book. I silently debate with myself if I should give the book over as I promised, or if I should try to keep it. Deep down, I know keeping it would ensure a physical confrontation with this creature that I am uncertain I could win.\n\nThe sight of the book seems to make the decision for me. I know in an instant that I need to either give her the book now, or I'm going to have a fight on my hands.\n\n\n[[Give it the book.]]\n\n[[Fight.|Book Fight]]<<else>>"Not yet," I say to her, wary of her looming presence.\n\n"Neeeed boooook," Her raw voice makes my skin crawl.\n\n"Just got a couple of questions for you first," I barely have time to say before her expression shifts, becoming significantly angrier as she begins to advance towards me.\n\n[[Fight.|Book Fight]]<</if>>

//It sounds like a private moment,// I think, wondering for only a moment who might be engaged in a carnal act in this foreboding woods.\n\nAs my footsteps lead me from the sounds, I try to focus my thoughts back on to the task at hand.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]\n

<<if $TomTanya is "Played">>“Can we talk?” I ask Tanya softly.\n\nSeeming to sense from my tone that the subject might be delicate, I see her eyes flicker towards Arron, then drift over the few others scattered about the tavern's interior, “I don't give discounts,” Her voice is only loud enough to carry to the nearest people in the room, and none of them seem to pay any mind.\n\nI lean in close, my face inches from hers, “I overheard you and Aaron talking,”\n\nShe stiffens momentarily, then lets out a long breath, “Ok, yeah, I kind of guessed as much,” Her voice is soft, barely loud enough for me to hear now, “How much did you hear?”\n\n“Just the tail end of it,” I admit, “But it was enough to make me ask some questions. Questions I expect you to answer for me.”\n\n“I can't, not right now. I'll find you when we can speak freely.” Tanya whispers, then leans forward to give me a firm kiss on the lips. I have just enough time to start enjoying the kiss when then shoves me away from her, nearly knocking over the chair I hit as I stumble back, “Come back when you've got some cash! You're not the only Joe who wants a bit of my time.”\n\nStanding there, stunned by her actions, I'm brought back to the present by the laughter coming from some of the nearby patrons in the tavern.\n\nWith that, she storms off a few paces before leaning against the bar, ignoring me.\n\n<<set $TomTanya to "Next">><<elseif $TomTanya is "Not Played">><<if $Phil is "Played">><<if $Tom2 is "Duncel">>"Can you think of anything more to add since last time?" I ask.\n\nLooking uncomfortable, she says softly, "No, nothing more, sorry." <</if>><<if $Tom2 is "Not Played">>"Mind if we have another talk about Tom?" I ask softly.\n\nTanya's gaze becomes intense for several seconds, then she sighs heavily, visibly slumping as she seems to ponder her feet.\n\nWhen her eyes return to mine, there's a hint of fear in them. <<if $Mutation gte 4>>That feel becomes troubled as she looks over the changes I have experienced since arriving in Wanton Cove.<</if>>\n\nFor a moment, her eyes flicker around the bar, as if checking to see who might be listening to what she has to say, "Play along," She says in barely a whisper.\n\nBefore I have time to respond, she reaches out, her hand lightly brushing the front of my pants in a none too subtle motion, "Its not polite to keep a girl waiting," She says, loud enough for those around the two of us to hear, "Lead the way!" Tanya adds with a coy smile. Only the faintest hint of her earlier fear can be seen in her eyes.\n\nTaking my hand, she leads me through the bar towards the stairs leading up to my room.\n\nA minute later, she closes my bedroom's door behind us. \n\n"You never should have come here," She says.\n\nAfter a brief pause, I ask, "Why not?"\n\n"This place," She says, swallowing hard, "There's something wrong here in Wanton Cove. I'm not sure what exactly."\n\nHer eyes flicker to the door, as if fearful that it will open any second, "Yeah, I met Tom when I first got here, he was half mad, raving." Her voice holds a faint tremor, "People who ask too many questions get hurt, or go missing."\n\nI wait for her to say more, but the silence seems to stretch on, "And?" I say softly.\n\nTanya looks away, a tear trailing down her cheek. As I watch, I see her shudder visibly, "He was my first customer when I arrived in Wanton Cove," Her voice is barely a whisper, "He paid me and took me to his room," Her eyes flicker about my room, "This room. He tried to give me something, some papers, but I didn't take them."\n\n"I'm sorry," She adds.\n\n//Got to know more,// I think before asking, "You know what happened to him then?" I push.\n\nShe remains silent, trembling. I step closer to her, putting my arms around her in an effort to calm her.\n\n"Later that night, I saw him being dragged out the back door by a pair of men. He wasn't moving, and I didn't see who the men were who were carrying him," She mumbles against my chest, "The next day, people were saying that he got on a boat that night and left Wanton Cove. But I don't think there was even a boat leaving that night."\n\nFor a while, she sobs against my chest, then slowly recomposed herself and stepping away from me.\n\n"Thank you, its a start," I say, giving her a half smile in thanks.\n\n"You should leave, as soon as you can." Tanya says to me, her voice more sure than it was before.\n\n"I can't do that, I said I'd find him, and that's what I'm going to do."\n\nHer eyes look sad as she shakes her head. With one hand, she wipes her eyes, then turns towards the door, "I should be going," I can see a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips, "There are other men who would like a little bit of my time tonight."\n\nI don't have time to reply before she opens the door and steps through it.<</if>><</if>><<else>>"How long exactly have you been in town?" I ask.\n\nTanya pauses, as if thinking about her answer, "About two weeks," She finally replies.\n\n//So, at least a couple of weeks after Tom was last heard from.// I file the information away in my brain.\n\n"You said before that I'm the first stranger to come through town since you arrived? What about the ships that dock? Surely you havent met all of the sailors from those ships yet?" I ask.\n\nTanya gives a half smile, "Sailors don't count," She lets out a little laugh, "If you've met one sailor, you've met them all. Every one of them comes into port, spends all their money on alcohol and girls, then leaves again." She shrugs, "I can't even keep their names straight most of the time." She admits.\n\nI nod, not knowing what exactly to say in response to that, "You said that you came to Wanton Cove recently, what brought you to this particular town?" I ask.\n\n"I used to live in North Point, but I wanted to get away from my father, so I stowed away on the next boat to leave port," Her tone is a little flat, "The crew found me and let me off here, I've been trying to earn enough money to travel inland, to make a fresh start,"\n\n//North Point, the town I took the ferry from to get here.// I'm not entirely sure that I believe her, something about talks about her former home town feels a bit off, like a story that has been repeated so many times that it looses all meaning. As if sensing my train of thoughts, she adds, "A girl can dream right?" With a little wink, she continues, "Maybe you met my father? The dockmaster there? Handlebar mustache and slightly balding on top?"\n\nThinking back, I can think of several people who might fit her description back in North Point, but I didn't really have reason to speak with any of them at the time.\n\n"I suppose that Tom would have traveled through North Point on his way from here?" I ask.\n\n"Yeah, unless he left on one of the fishing trawlers, the ferry is the only way off the island," Tanya seems to think for a moment, "Now that you mention it, I do vaguely recall someone fitting your friend's description passing through North Point several weeks back, he was kind of cute, but I don't remember him coming back through town on his return trip. Maybe he left Wanton Cove about the time I was leaving North Point?" \n\n//I suppose its possible.// I think to myself.\n\n"None of the locals have said anything about Tom?" I press. \n\nAround us, I'm increasingly aware of the fact that several of the people in the tavern seem to be half watching the two of us talk.\n\n"No," She says softly enough that I have to strain to hear, "But if you ask me, there's something a little off about the people here in Wanton Cove, they're kind of secretive, and half of the guys could almost pass as girls. Its a little unsettling at times."\n\n//That's probably all I'm going to get out of her on this subject.// I think, reluctantly turning my thoughts to other potential questions.<<else>>I try to speak with Tanya about Tom again, but she seems a little distracted. I glance toward where she is looking, and I can see Aaron watching us out of the corner of his eye.\n\n//What's that about?// I think, realizing that whatever it is, whether it's something to do with Aaron, or if I'm missing something else, I'm not going to get any further information out of her at the moment.<</if>>\n\n<<if $Tom2 is "Not Played">><<if $Day gte 3>>[[There seems to be a lot more ladies in town than men. Why is that?]]\n\n<</if>><<if $TWarning is "Played">>[[Why did you slap me?]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n<</if>><<if $Tom2 is "Played">>[[That's all for now.|The Barmaids Daughter][set $Tom2 to "Duncel"]] <</if>><<if $Tom2 is "Duncel">><<if $Day gte 3>>[[There seems to be a lot more ladies in town than men. Why is that?]]\n\n<</if>><<if $TWarning "Played">>[[Why did you slap me?]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n<</if>>[[That's all for now.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

<<if $Taint gte 95>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>"Whore, how about you come over here and do something useful," A gruff looking man says.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 6>>I feel a momentary thrill. Part of me rejoicing that I am desired in such a way, even though whatever male part of my brain remains protests at the notion of letting a man use me in such a way.\n\n<<prostitutelink "Whore yourself.">>\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>I feel a slight chill go through me at his words, making me intimately aware of my changes. Instinctively I take a step away from the man.\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>As I pass a table, someone grabs me around the hips and pulls me into their lap. I can feel their manhood pressing urgently against their trousers and through those, against my bottom.\n\nInstinctively I push away, standing and spinning to face my assailant. I try to be angry, but mostly I am just shocked by what just happened.\n\nThe man chuckles, a kind grin on his face, "Sorry about that, you've got a fine ass, and I acted against my better judgment."\n\nThere's nothing in his tone that suggests he is actually sorry for his action, but in spite of that you find yourself a bit flattered by the sudden attention.\n\n"Maybe I should try a different approach," He grins, pouring on the charm so thick it's almost comical, "Would you be interested in spending a bit of time with me? I'd gladly compensate you for your time?"\n\n//He's shameless. He's propositioning me like I'm some kind of common whore.// \n\n<<if $Depravity gte 6>>//But after the things I've done, perhaps I am?//\n\n<<prostitutelink "Whore yourself.">>\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>I step away from him quickly, a mix of fear and arousal waring within me.\n\nHe chuckles, but doesn't try to push the issue.\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>"Let me buy you a drink?" One of the men I pass asks. The suggestion stopping me dead in my tracks.\n\nI have just a split second to wonder why a stranger would want to buy me a drink before I feel his hand come to rest on my hip.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 5>>I can feel my arousal clouding my judgment, //Would it really be so bad to spend a little time with him?// My pussy quivers with need, seeming to encourage me to join the stranger.\n\n<<prostitutelink "Whore yourself.">>\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>//Nope!// My mind declares as I take a quick step away from him, "Maybe some other time," I blurt out as I turn away from him.\n\n[[Quickly leave before something can happen.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<elseif $Taint gte 45>>//Are they looking at me because of my changes?// I wonder, noticing the way many of the people are watching me, especially the way the men's eyes linger on my budding chest.\n\nI pull my long jacket a bit tighter around myself and try to ignore the looks.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n\n<<else>>Picking my way across the Barmaid's Daughter, I can sense people looking at me, conversations becoming slightly quieter as I pass tables and unfriendly looks cast at me from the corner of their eyes.\n\nI shrug off the feeling and try to ignore the people around me as I walk.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>

One part of my mind breaks, unable to accept what I see unfolding before me. What small scrap of sanity that I still possess withering and dying in a single moment of acceptance.\n\nThe other part of my mind rejoices, looking on with an almost child like wonder.\n\nJust like in my dream the night before last, I see movement beneath the bloody skin, like slugs moving beneath the flesh. Then the movement reaches one of the cuts on <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>> Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>chest, just under her right breast.\n\nI lean back, breathless as I watch. Two fingers slide through the cut, stretching toward me. The blood on the fingers beads, running from the skin like a bead of water on oil.\n\nThe fingers withdraw, and for a single horrified second I think that //she// is leaving, that //she// has decided that now is //not// the time of her birth. But before I can react, the body beneath me heaves violently enough to knock me from the table. I can hear ribs breaking and the sickening wet sound of flesh being torn. \n\nWhile the sacrifice is surely dead, it still makes a sound as air is forced from her lifeless lungs. I can also see the body moving, <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>impressive cock jerking as it seems to harden. \n\nI quickly loose interest in <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>member however as I see a perfect porcelain arm thrust forward. Almost immediately, a head and shoulder follow.\n\nBefore the second arm begins to emerge, //she// pauses, tilting her head unnaturally one direction, then the other. \n\nMy racing heart skips a beat when her head turns toward me and stops. \n\nI am uncertain if she intends me as a tribute, or if she had other plans for me, but I rejoice in knowing that //I have been chosen.//\n\nFor one fleeting second, panic causes me to scramble backward, putting a few paces distance between me and her as she steps from the end of the altar to the ground. \n\n//She// seems completely fixated on me as she finishes pulling herself from the body she was born from. I watch in fascination as the blood on her body beads, running along her skin like a raindrop down a pain of glass, leaving perfect porcelain skin in its wake. //She// raises one hand, holding it before herself, //her// head tilts unnaturally to one side as the blood runs from her hand.\n\n[img[images/Allure PrimeEnd.jpg]]\n\n[[Afterward.|LowTaintEndAfter]]

With nothing to do but follow the sound, I begin to walk slowly. Sometimes I follow the sound for a few seconds, hearing it come closer, only to have the sound nearly vanish in the next step and to be coming from somewhere else. \n\nI have no idea how long I wandered like that, hours at the very least though its begun to feel like days, my arousal begging for my attention and frustration growing with every step I take. My mouth feels dry I'm nearly to a point where I want to give up, the arid air leaving my tongue feeling large and sticky in my mouth. \n\nOne step to the next, the void, the //nothing// is barely a pace ahead of me again. \n\nI wonder if I should throw myself into it, wondering if that might somehow end this strange hell I find myself in. \n\nIn that moment, the darkness seems to grow, the fog and ground around it distorts, the already drab colors near it fading further before my eyes.\n\nAt the same time I hear a sound almost immediately behind myself, a moan thick with both arousal and fear. The chanting sound from before ringing clearly in my ears.\n\n<<if $AzumiSex gte 1>>[[I turn on my heel.|AzumiEnd]] <<else>>[[I turn on my heel.]] <</if>>

I walk along the bluff slowly, searching the area for anything that seems out of place, something I have done at a hundred different crime scenes in the past.\n\nI find myself instinctively walking about twenty paces away from the edge, the steep slope leading down only a couple of paces from where I am walking. Dropping off at about a thirty degree angle, it breaks off sharply where the cliff falls off into the ocean.\n\nRiverlets of water run down the slope, leaving muddy little paths in the ground that all channel off into the ocean below.\n\n<<if ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 11>>//So, lets walk through this,// I think to myself.\n\nI glance back at town, following the trail leading up to the bluff with my eyes, //He would have walked up here, likely from the Church,// I reason. My attention settles on the area around myself, //From here, he would have been able to see everything in the area, anything this side of the treeline, all the way down to the far side of Wanton Cove.//\n\n//It would have been difficult for someone to observe the suicide if Pastor Erkon was paying any attention at all to what was going on around himself.//\n\nI turn towards the cliff, looking at the muddy slope, //How did he 'stand there for a few seconds,' as Mr Jackobson said? That slope has to be slick all the time from this rain.//\n\nI grimace, looking up and down the slope, trying to see any spot where it would have been safe to stand, //Its possible that the slope has changed over the last few years, but I don't see any sign of major changes to the slope recently though.//\n\nFor several seconds, I consider what I'm looking at, then decide on a different tact, walking towards the treeline, //Mr Jackobson mentioned that he watched Pastor Erkon jump while walking along the treeline.//\n\nWhen I reach the treeline, I look towards the cliff, //Can't see anything from here, the rise of the bluff, combined with the slope leading to the cliff makes it impossible to see anything,// I think.\n\nFor the next several minutes, I walk up and down the treeline, looking for any point that I would be able to see a grown man standing at the cliff's edge, //There's no way he could have seen the Pastor near the cliff from here.// I think with concern.\n\n<<else>>//So, lets walk through this,// I think to myself.\n\nI glance back at town, following the trail leading up to the bluff with my eyes, //He would have walked up here, likely from the Church,// I reason. My attention settles on the area around myself, //From here, he would have been able to see everything in the area, anything this side of the treeline, all the way down to the far side of Wanton Cove.//\n\n//He could have seen anyone watching him if he was paying attention.//\n\nI turn towards the cliff, looking at the muddy slope, //How did he 'stand there for a few seconds,' as Mr Jackobson said? That slope has to be slick all the time from this rain.//\n\nFor several seconds, I consider what I'm looking at, then decide on a different tact, walking towards the treeline, //Mr Jackobson mentioned that he watched Pastor Erkon jump while walking along the treeline.//\n\nWhen I reach the treeline, I look towards the cliff, //Can't see anything from here, the rise of the bluff, combined with the slope leading to the cliff makes it almost impossible to see anything,// I think.\n\nFor the next several minutes, I walk up and down the treeline, looking for any point that I would be able to clearly see a grown man standing at the cliff's edge, //Must be something I'm missing, I can't see any point where he could have seen Pastor Erkon jump.// I think with concern. \n\n<</if>>[[Move away from the bluff's edge.|Bluff]]<<set $Jackobson to "Duncel">><<set $JackobsonBluff to 2>><<set $JackobsonHouse = 3>>

[[return|$return]]\n\nCheat:\nAdd +1 all Skills: [[Skill Bonus]]\nLess -1 all Skills: [[Skill Nerf]]\nAdd +1 Madness: [[Extra Madness]]\nLess -1 Madness: [[Less Madness]]\nAdd +5 Taint: [[Extra Taint.]]\nAdd +25 Taint: [[Extra Taint]]\nLess -5 Taint: [[Less Taint.]]\nLess -25 Taint: [[Less Taint]]\nAdd +1 Depravity: [[Extra Depravity.]]\nAdd +5 Depravity: [[Extra Depravity]]\nLess -1 Depravity: [[Less Depravity.]]\nLess -5 Depravity: [[Less Depravity]]\nAdd +1 Mutation: [[More Mutation.]]\nLess -1 Mutation: [[Less Mutation]]\nAdd +2 Mutation: [[More Mutation]]\nLess -2 Mutation: [[Less Mutation.]]\nAdd Money: [[Free Money]]\nInstant Virgin, just add hymen: [[Virgin]]\nPop that cherry: [[Remove Virginity]]\nLost fight with Tentacled Thing +1: [[More Tentacle.]]\n\nCombat: [[Fight Scenes.|Battle Test]]\nNaughty Times: [[Sex Scenes]]\n\n\n[[return|$return]]\n

The scene before me stops me dead in my tracks. \n\n//Its happening.//\n\nI can barely make out shapes in the fog, though they seem to slip from sight any time I try to focus on any of them. Instead I direct my attention to the stone table, the altar laid out before me.\n\nOn the altar, I can see a man laying on top of a woman who appears to be chained to its surface. From the angle I am standing at, I can clearly see him penetrating her, thrusting repeatedly as he fucks her cunt. \n\nYears of habit take over. I reach into my jacket for my .38 Special, only to find it missing. Lacking that, I try to force myself forward, but seem to be rooted to the spot. \n\nI can only see the back of the man, but he seems somehow familiar, //The bones in his hair,// The man thrusts forward one last time, I can see his balls pull tight from where I am standing, his cock throbbing as he cums inside of his victim. //It's Vick.//\n\nWhen he climbs off of her, I can see the woman clearly for the first time. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//Azumi!// I think in alarm. <<else>>//The hermaphrodite from my dream.// I think in surprise. <</if>>Her expression is glazed, as if she is there in body, but her mind is elsewhere. From the neck down she is covered in blood from a thousand little cuts across her torso. My every instinct demands that I help her.\n\nVick turns toward me, a smile on his thin lips, "You're just in time." His tone holds a cold satisfaction to it.\n\nMy eyes flicker to the altar, then back to Vick. Suddenly able to move again, I start making my way toward his captive, keeping plenty of distance between Vick and myself.\n\nAll the while, shapes move in the fog. I try to ignore them as best I can, but increasingly I am aware that not all of the shapes are human. I shake my head, trying to clear my increasingly chaotic thoughts enough to focus on the task at hand. \n\n"I'm here to help," I say, hoping <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi <<else>>the hermaphrodite <</if>> is aware enough of what is happening around her to really hear my words. \n\nBy the time I reach the stone table, I'm already taking stock of her injuries. The cuts, while they have resulted in quite a bit of blood loss, do not seem to be individually life threatening, //I need to find some way to cover these cuts, slow the bleeding until I can get her to someone who can help.//\n\nUnseen behind me, the void pulls harder at this strange place, becoming more than it once was and less then the nothing it already is at the same time.\n\nThere's a scream from somewhere in the fog. Short and crisp, ending abruptly. //Tanya.// I'd recognize her voice anywhere.\n\n"You know what comes next," Vick's voice comes from somewhere else within the fog, but I barely register his words, "You should be ashamed at how far you have fallen. You had //such// potential." The last words are barely a whisper at the edge of my perception.\n\n//Thu'ulh, eet chu plech na Zal'chaas,// The strange words come from everywhere at once but echo endlessly within my head, blinding me to any other sound. My state of arousal comes to my attention as a wave of arousal like nothing I have ever experienced before washes over me. \n\nThe feeling is so intense that I feel like I should cum, but with no way to release the sensation I merely remain at the edge of release.\n\n//Beautiful,// I suddenly think, looking at the woman chained to the table before me. Her nakedness fixates my attention. "You are truly blessed," The words fall from your mouth unbidden. \n\nSomething deep inside of me begins to change, a darkness rising up from where it had been lurking, a darkness that had always resided in your soul. \n\nI fight against these new thoughts, these new feelings, but its like trying to drain the ocean with a bucket. It's a battle that can not be won.\n\nMy eyes drift down her body, admiring her blood smeared breasts as my gaze drifts further down. Reaching out with one hand, I touch the inside of her thigh. \n\nShe replies with a pain filled moan.\n\nMy fingers slide easily into her well fucked hole.\n\n//You should be ashamed at how far you have fallen. You had such potential,// Vick's strange choice of words resonate true to me, though I do not how it could possibly be so. While that thought crosses my mind, I start to become aware of the fact that I no longer seem to be in control of my own body. I feel like a stranger in my own body as events begin to unfold beyond my ability to prevent.\n\nMy hands begin to drift over her body, fondling her breasts and gently stroking her cock. After a few minutes, I move my other hand to her cock as I stroke it with both hands. Slow even strokes as a I coax her closer and closer to orgasm.\n\nThe cock in my hands throbs suddenly, a thick stream of cum spurting from the tip to splash onto her belly and run across my fingers.\n\n\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi <<else>>The hermaphrodite <</if>>shudders in what seems to be an aftershock of her orgasm. \n\nBut then something changes.\n\nI smile as //her// birth begins.\n\n[[Continue.|MidTaintEnd4]]

With nothing to do but follow the sound, I begin to walk slowly. Sometimes I follow the sound for a few seconds, hearing it come closer, only to have the sound nearly vanish in the next step and to be coming from somewhere else. \n\nI have no idea how long I wandered like that, hours at the very least though its begun to feel like days, my growing arousal starting to chip away at my focus, made more frustrating with every step I take because I have no longer have any way to relieve the rising fire in my loins. My mouth feels dry I'm nearly to a point where I want to give up, the arid air leaving my tongue feeling large and sticky in my mouth. \n\nOne step to the next, the void, the //nothing// is barely a pace ahead of me again. \n\nI wonder if I should throw myself into it, wondering if that might somehow end this strange hell I find myself in. \n\nIn that moment, the darkness seems to grow, the fog and ground around it distorts, the already drab colors near it fading further before my eyes.\n\nAt the same time I hear a sound almost immediately behind myself, a moan thick with both arousal and fear. The chanting sound from before ringing clearly in my ears.\n\n[[I turn on my heel.|MidTaintEnd3]]

One part of my mind breaks, unable to accept what I see unfolding before me. What small scrap of sanity that I still possess withering and dying in a single moment of acceptance.\n\nThe other part of my mind rejoices, looking on with an almost child like wonder.\n\nJust like in my dream the night before last, I see movement beneath the bloody skin, like slugs moving beneath the flesh. Then the movement reaches one of the cuts on <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>> Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>chest, just under her right breast.\n\nI lean back, breathless as I watch. Two fingers slide through the cut, stretching toward me. The blood on the fingers beads, running from the skin like a bead of water on oil.\n\nThe fingers withdraw, and for a single horrified second I think that //she// is leaving, that //she// has decided that now is //not// the time of her birth. But before I can react, the body beneath me heaves violently enough to knock me from the table. I can hear ribs breaking and the sickening wet sound of flesh being torn. \n\nWhile the sacrifice is surely dead, she makes a sound as air is forced from her lifeless lungs. I can also see the body moving, <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>impressive cock jerking as it seems to harden. \n\nI quickly loose interest in <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi's <<else>>the hermaphrodite's <</if>>member however as I see a perfect porcelain arm thrust forward. Almost immediately, a head and shoulder follow.\n\nBefore the second arm begins to emerge, //she// pauses, tilting her head unnaturally one direction, then the other. \n\nMy racing heart skips a beat when her head turns toward me and stops. \n\nI am uncertain if she intends me as a tribute, or if she had other plans for me, but I rejoice in knowing that //I have been chosen. Even useless as I am, I have been chosen.//\n\nFor one fleeting second, panic causes me to scramble backward, putting a few paces distance between me and her as she steps from the end of the altar to the ground. \n\n//She// seems completely fixated on me as she finishes pulling herself from the body she was born from. I watch in fascination as the blood on her body beads, running along her skin like a raindrop down a pain of glass, leaving perfect porcelain skin in its wake. //She// raises one hand, holding it before herself, //her// head tilts unnaturally to one side as the blood runs from her hand.\n\n[img[images/Allure PrimeEnd.jpg]]\n\n[[Flee in terror.|MidTaintEndAfter1]]\n\n[[Accept what is to come.|MidTaintEndAfter2]]

The Allure of Wanton Cove.

Two days later, I've flown out to the east coast, and boarded a ferry to an island just off the coast. My destination is the little fishing village named Wanton Cove.\n\nI find myself standing on the deck, looking out over the choppy waters. The wind is coming from the south, bringing with it a sweltering heat, my brown leather duster cracking sharply around me as a particularly strong gust of wind catches it.\n\nAhead, I can see the island, my destination. From where I'm standing, all I can see is a sea of green trees over a particularly hilly island. The wide stony beach wraps itself around the island, except for the little cove we're pointed straight at. \n\nI can see three large docks jutting out into the water, the little town seeming to blend right into the trees behind it.\n\nAbove and behind me, the ship's horn sounds, followed by the Captain announcing that we will be arriving shortly.\n\nCasting one last look at the island, [[I head below deck to gather my meager belongings.]]

<<if $Day gte 6>><<if $Compartment is "Not Played">>I don’t know what compels me to venture back into the depths of the Church’s musty old basement, but I find myself descending back into the murky place I found the old leather-bound tome.\n\nAbout half way down the ladder, one of the wooden rungs groans loudly, accompanied by the sound of splintering wood. I can feel my foot shift slightly as the ladder seems to shift.\n\nMy heart thunders in my chest for several seconds as I wait for the ladder to collapse, but it does not do so. Carefully, I make my way down the rest of the ladder without further incident. \n\nTurning my attention to the gloom around me, my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness enough that I can see my surroundings well enough to move around. The first thing I notice is that the room is not as I last left it. One of the bookshelves has been torn from the wall, books and trinkets strewn about the room at random. \n\n<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 12>>The mess makes it difficult to safely move through the room. <<if $Flashlight is "true">>I flick on my flashlight, bathing the scene in a cone of light. I’m careful to pay attention, taking in the details. //There’s something behind the bookshelf.// I realize, passing the light over the dark void where the bookshelf once stood. \n\nI try to see further, but the darkness seems to consume the light created by my flashlight. //I can check that in a moment.// I think, turning my attention back to the room. //It looks like the bookshelf was pulled over into the room,// My light passes over the back of the bookshelf, showing splintered wood and what looks like an animal’s claw marks across its surface, //Or maybe something from the other side pushed it over.// The thought gives me a chill.\n\nAs if to emphasize my foreboding, a salty breeze comes from the opening with enough force to make me shield my eyes.\n\n[[Explore the opening.]]<<else>>Moving over the fallen bookshelf, I can see a looming blackness behind it. //Some kind of opening?// I try to make out more detail, but without a proper light, I can’t see far enough to tell any more.\n\nThe bookshelf shifts slightly, one of my hands moving to catch myself before I can fall. My palm touches the back of the bookshelf, coming to rest on a mass of splintered wood. I look closer and can see jagged marks across the back of the wood, like some kind of creature clawed at it. //Was this pushed over from the other side?// The thought chills me.\n\nAs if to emphasize my foreboding, a salty breeze comes from the opening with enough force to make me shield my eyes.\n\n//I need to find something that can light my way, I need to get a closer look at all of this.//<<endif>><<elseif ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 8>> The mess makes it difficult to safely move through the room. <<if $Flashlight is "true">>I flick on my flashlight, bathing the scene in a cone of light. I’m careful to pay attention, taking in the details. //There’s something behind the bookshelf.// I realize, passing the light over the dark void where the bookshelf once stood. \n\nI try to see further, but the darkness seems to consume the light created by my flashlight. //I can check that in a moment.// I think, turning my attention back to the room. //It looks like the bookshelf was pulled over into the room,// My light passes over the back of the bookshelf, revealing splintered wood and long scratches across its surfaces, //Did that happen when the bookshelf fell, or did something damage it like this after it fell?// The thought gives me an ominous feeling.\n\nAs if to emphasize my foreboding, a salty breeze comes from the opening with enough force to make me shield my eyes.\n\n[[Explore the opening.]]<<else>>Moving over the fallen bookshelf, I can see a looming blackness behind it. //Some kind of opening?// I try to make out more detail, but without a proper light, I can’t see far enough to tell any more.\n\nThe bookshelf shifts slightly, one of my hands moving to catch myself before I can fall. My palm touches the back of the bookshelf, coming to rest on a mass of splintered wood. I look closer and can see jagged marks across the back of the wood, //How did this happen? Was it damaged in the fall or did this happen afterwards?// The thought fills me with an ominous feeling.\n\nAs if to emphasize my foreboding, a salty breeze comes from the opening with enough force to make me shield my eyes.\n\n//I need to find something that can light my way, I need to get a closer look at all of this.//<<endif>><<else>> The mess makes it difficult to safely move through the room. <<if $Flashlight is "true">>I flick on my flashlight, bathing the scene in a cone of light. I’m careful to pay attention, taking in the details. //There’s something behind the bookshelf.// I realize, passing the light over the dark void where the bookshelf once stood. \n\nI try to see further, but the darkness seems to consume the light created by my flashlight. //I can check that in a moment.// I think, turning my attention back to the room. //It looks like the bookshelf was pulled over into the room,// My light passes over the back of the bookshelf, revealing splintered wood and long scratches across its surfaces, //The fall must have been hard on this old wood.// \n\nA soft howl comes from somewhere far away, a few seconds later a salty breeze comes from the opening with enough force to make me shield my eyes.\n\n[[Explore the opening.]]<<else>>Moving over the fallen bookshelf, I can see a looming blackness behind it. //Some kind of opening?// I try to make out more detail, but without a proper light, I can’t see far enough to tell any more.\n\nThe bookshelf shifts slightly, one of my hands moving to catch myself before I can fall. My palm touches the back of the bookshelf, coming to rest on a mass of splintered wood. I look closer and can see jagged marks across the back of the wood, //The bookshelf falling must have been hard on this old wood. // \n\nA soft howl comes from somewhere far away, a few seconds later a salty breeze comes from the opening with enough force to make me shield my eyes.\n//I need to find something that can light my way, I need to get a closer look at all of this.//<</if>>\n\n<<set $Compartment to "Played">><<else>>Remembering the way the ladder groaned and splintered when I discovered the fallen bookshelf, I’m careful climbing down into the room again. It seems that every rung I climb down elects yet another ominous groan from the old ladder.\n\n<<if $Flashlight is "true">>Once my feet are on the ground, I let out a little sigh of relief, then flick on my flashlight. Passing the light over the room, I see nothing changed from my previous visit. Eventually the light settles on that black void where the bookshelf once stood.\n\n[[Explore the opening.]]<</if>><<else>>The darkness makes it difficult to tell for sure, but with a few minutes to look over the room, you see nothing out of place from your previous visit.<</if>><</if>><<else>>I look at the old ladder leading down for a second, then focus my attention on the gloom below. \n\nIts difficult to see anything in the hazy darkness below, so I instead descend the ladder. The heavy layer of damp dust on each rung leaves my hands covered in filth, and the ladder only creaks once during my downward climb.\n\nIt takes almost a minute for my eyes to focus enough in the darkness to start picking anything out. I find myself standing in a small room, perhaps twice the size of my room at the Barmaid's Daughter. Two of the walls hold book cases with a wide assortment of musty old books and random trinkets. Along the third wall is a finely crafted desk, seemingly carved of stone. //How'd they even get that down here?// \n\n\n<<if $PastorBook is "Played">>But what my eyes are finally drawn to is leatherbound tome sitting on the desk. Placed precisely, as if someone wanted to paint the perfect picture when the book was found.\n\n<<if ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 10>>//This has to be some kind of language,// I think as I look at the shapes etched into the cover, <<if $Fountain is "Played">>//its the same style markings as the ones on the fountain in the park//.\n\n<<else>>//but it’s nothing I'm familiar with.//\n\n<</if>>Carefully opening the book's cover, I leaf through the pages for a few seconds, seeing more of the engravings, along with an occasional sheet of paper with hand written notes. //Someone was trying to translate this book. I should be able to translate the book using the notes.//\n\n<<if $PastorBook is "Played">>But what my eyes are finally drawn to is leatherbound tome sitting on the desk. Placed precisely, as if someone wanted to paint the perfect picture when the book was found.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 5>>//What are those markings? They're a language of some sort, but I don’t think I've ever encountered their like before.// <<if $Fountain is "Played">>//They're similar to the ones on the fountain in the park. A couple of them might even be the same symbols.// \n\n<</if>>Carefully opening the book's cover, I leaf through the pages for a few seconds, seeing more of the engravings, along with an occasional sheet of paper with hand written notes. //Someone was trying to translate this book.//\n\n<<else>>There are several strange engravings on the front of the book that I can see. <<if $Fountain is "Played">>//Those markings look similar to the ones on the fountain in the park//. \n\n<</if>>Carefully opening the book's cover, I leaf through the pages for a few seconds, seeing more of the engravings, along with an occasional sheet of paper with hand written notes. //Was someone trying to translate this book?//\n\n<</if>><</if>><</if>><</if>>\n\n<<if $PastorBook is "Taken">><<else>>[[Take the book and leave?|Leave.][$PastorBook = "Taken"]]\n\n<</if>>[[Leave.]]\n

Two days later, I've flown out to the east coast, and boarded a ferry to an island just off the coast. My destination is the little fishing village named Wanton Cove.\n\nI find myself standing on the deck, looking out over the choppy waters. The wind is coming from the south, bringing with it a sweltering heat, my brown leather duster cracking sharply around me as a particularly strong gust of wind catches it.\n\nAhead, I can see the island, my destination. From where I'm standing, all I can see is a sea of green trees over a particularly hilly island. The wide stony beach wraps itself around the island, except for the little cove we're pointed straight at. \n\nI can see three large docks jutting out into the water, the little town seeming to blend right into the trees behind it. //There's a figure standing at the end of the dock, I don't remember them being there before,// I think, //Before?//\n\nAbove and behind me, the ship's horn sounds, followed by the Captain announcing that we will be arriving shortly.\n\nI remain on the deck, watching as the figure slowly draws closer until I can see them clearly.\n\n[[Continue.|Happy End 7]]

As the boat bumps against the dock, I speak up, "That the hell are you doing here? I thought you'd be hard to find!" I say loudly to Tom.\n\nTom tosses his heavy pack to me, then reaches up so I can pull him up onto the ferry's deck, "I'll tell you all about it on our way home. Right now, I just want to get away from this place, its creepy as hell."\n\nI shake my head slightly, fighting back a laugh.\n\nFor a second, I wonder if I should grab my things and hop off the boat, after all, I still have a mystery to solve.\n\n//Take the happy ending for what it is,// I think to myself, though the voice is still like someone else talking to me rather than my own thoughts, //Hear the kid out on the way back to the mainland, maybe I can learn something from him, and if not I can always come back later.//\n\nReluctantly, I let your gaze drift over the little town again, then turn back to Tom, "Let's get you home, your dad has been worried." I clap Tom on the shoulder.\n\n"Its good to see you again," Tom says with a little smile, and a nervous look toward Wanton Cove.\n\n"You ok?" \n\nTom looks a little surprised, "Yeah, I just want to go home to my family, I've seen some weird shit."\n\n"Haven't we all?" I retort, dark thoughts and half memories stewing in the back of my mind.\n\n//I'll be waiting when next you choose to return to Wanton Cove,// A feminine voice whispers enticingly in the back of my mind.\n\nHAPPY END\n\n

//Fifteen minutes later.\n\nOut of the alley once again, I'm not proud of the fact, but I'm happy I didn't eat before work tonight.\n\n"What do we know?" My voice isn't as unsteady as I had expected it to be.\n\nCaptain Steiner meets my gaze, and I'm sure that I look every bit as shaken as he does, "The guy who found it had a psychotic break or something. He said it was standing in the alley and that it talked to him. Said something about 'Wanton Cove,' whatever that's supposed to mean." \n\n[[Continue.|Happy End 5]]

I shake my head in a hopeless attempt to shake the images from my mind, my eyes meeting Peters'.\n\n//Looks like this nightmare never ends.//\n\nI can tell from the look in his eyes, he knows he has me, hook line and sinker.\n\nI take a few steps towards him. This time, when he offers me the envelope, I take it.\n\n//You know, this letter seems important, but why wouldn't I take more time looking it over?// I glance at the letter, then toss it onto a nearby table, or rather onto the beer bottle littering the table's top.\n\n[[Continue.|Happy End 6]]

My entire mind screams for me to throw him out and grab another beer, but instead, I take a deep breath and cross my arms over my stained white tank top, "Say what you have to say." \n\n"Tom was writing an article about some artifact he'd come across," Peter begins. "Last I talked to him, he said he had a lead that he was going to follow." \n\nPeter pauses, obviously thinking about his next words before he says them, "He's always been relentless about getting to the bottom of a story." He grimaces, "That's something I blame you for by the way."\n\nI can't help myself. He's found a chink in my armor and a hint of a sad smile finds its way onto my face at the memory of the times I spent with him and his family back when I was still with the force.\n\n//It's not too late to throw him out,// I think, but even as I think it I know what is coming is inevitable.\n\nHe must have seen my expression soften. I could see it in the subtle way he relaxes across the room from me, how his gaze holds my own with a little more intensity. "Well, this time was different, he was obsessed in a way I've never seen before."\n\n//Sometimes a person gets sucked into a mystery and can't find their way out again, guess I'm kind of like that.//\n\n"You know how he is. He checks in at least once a week, always." Peter is a big man, but something about his posture and his expression made him look small standing across the room from me. "It was almost a month that we hadn't heard from him, until a letter arrived in the mail from him."\n\nPeter reaches into his coat, pulling a white envelope and holding it out towards me. I don't take it. \n\n//Yeah, this is a bad idea, best to just stay away from that letter and forget this whole thing.//\n\nHe looks at me like he's trying to will me to take the envelope for a couple more heartbeats, then lowers his arm, still holding it.\n\n"He's in trouble," Peter says, "I couldn't make heads or tails of what was written, but it was in Tom's hand writing. And the return address is to a place called Wanton Cove." \n\nThe town's name brings images to mind of the most horrific murder scene I had ever worked.\n\n[[Continue.|Happy End 3]]

Four years earlier.\n\n//Walking towards the alley, I could see pale faced cops standing on the sidewalk, blocking the way into the dimly lit alleyway.\n\nAs I approach, another cop rushes out of the alley before bending double and emptying the contents of his stomach onto the street.\n\nI take a step to one side to avoid the worst of the mess, and meet the eye of Captain Steiner.\n\n"Detective <<print $PlayerName2>>," Captain Steiner meets my eyes. He's clearly rattled by whatever is in the alley, "Hope you have a stronger stomach than the rest of us." His tone is distant, like he's disassociating himself from whatever they found.\n\n"Show me the way," I say. I can already smell the coppery scent of blood on the air. //Something about this feels far too familiar, like this has all happened before in a half remembered nightmare.//\n\nCaptain Steiner nods, then waves for me to follow.\n\nThe alley is dark, and narrow, not quite wide enough to drive an automobile down. The only light I can see down the damp corridor between the two warehouses is coming from a couple of flashlights a short distance ahead.\n\nWithout really thinking about it, I pull my flashlight and thumb it on, lighting the way.\n\nWhen I see a hint of blood lazily running from down the alley, pooling in a puddle a couple of paces ahead, I make a point of stepping around it. \n\n"Must be a lot of blood?" I make it half question, half statement. Captain Steiner turns his head to meet my eyes. I'd swear that he's three shades lighter than when we entered the alley. He doesn't say anything as he continues towards the crime scene.\n\nAs we near the crime scene, the blood on the ground has become so abundant that it's impossible not to step in it as we approach. //Just how many victims are there?// \n\nI begin to slow, an uneasy feeling settling over me, as if my skin doesn't fit quite right. My eyes travel towards where the other officer's flashlights are pointed.\n\nThere are strange symbols, painted in broad red swaths of color along the walls. It takes me a few seconds to realize that it's blood.\n\nI don't know how long I stood there, looking at the symbols, but I became aware of Captain Steiner looking at me expectantly, as if anticipating me saying something.\n\nI take a deep breath and force myself to direct my flashlight to the one place that everyone seems to be avoiding looking, the middle of the alley between the two murals of blood.\n\nFor several heartbeats, it's as if my mind can't quite acknowledge what I'm looking at. \n\nLaying in the middle of a small sea of blood is a porcelain white body, an almost startling contrast with the crimson that surrounds it.\n\n//Tanya looked so beautiful when it was her,// I take a step back, shaking my head as the image of a redheaded woman flashes through my mind.\n\nWatching where I step, my heart roaring in my ears, I move slowly closer to the scene. \n\nIt quickly becomes obvious that this is no ordinary body. Some distant part of my mind tells me that I'm looking at multiple victims, a patchwork of body parts all sewn together to create this horrible, beautiful, abomination before me.\n\nI fight down the bile at the back of my throat and force myself to //really// look at the body. It looks like most of the victims were female, possibly with a single male victim.\n\nThe arms, legs are feminine, the torso sporting what is probably C-cup breasts with perfect pale nipples at their peaks. Between its legs is a penis, probably ten inches long even limp.\n\nAround me, the others are all watching me, seeing how I respond to what is before me. //Its like they are judging me, like they think I played some part in this horror,// But I don't care. I shine my flashlight higher on the body until the beam of light reaches its head.\n\nA fan of long black hair is spread out around the head like a black aurora. For a split second, I think that the head has been attached backwards, but the more horrifying truth is that there is a layer of skin stretched over the face and sewn into place, making it look like the head has no face.\n\n[[Continue.|Happy End 4]]

Pulling my long coat around myself, if only to hide the changes that have happened from myself.\n\nMercifully, I begin to hear something. Something that momentarily draws my attention away from my physical changes.\n\nThe sound is somewhere between a hum and a chant, with soft moans of arousal punctuating the drone at the very edge of my ability to hear.\n\nI focus on the sound, using it to anchor myself so I do not have to think about my new sexless body.\n\nI begin to turn in a slow circle, trying to figure out from which direction the sound might be coming from, but it proves difficult. I've nearly finished turning in a full circle when I notice a patch of the fog that seems darker than the rest. Not for lack of fog, but as if something is pulling the depth and substance from the fog.\n\nMy curiosity winning out over my caution, I take a few steps toward the darkness. I quickly stop short when I realize that I'm merely looking at that black //nothing// from before. \n\nTurning back toward where I had come from, I stagger backward in alarm when I find the void mere inches from my face. \n\nBefore I can fall, I hear the sound of my boot striking wood. Reaching out quickly, I close my hand around a thick length of rope. I look around frantically, trying to orient myself again only to realize that I'm somehow standing on the rope bridge from before, or perhaps another like it.\n\nWhile it only took a single step back to end up on the bridge, it somehow takes me a dozen paces before my feet touch the brown gray soil of the land once more. \n\nI look from side to side, trying to spot the blackness again. It feels like my head is spinning in circles as I try to make sense of my situation, I question my sanity, I question whether this is a dream, and more than anything I feel deep down that I'm not understanding something profound in this moment, like I'm the alien in a place that was never intended to host a being of my limited understanding. And that more than anything makes me feel shaken, knowing that whatever is happening here is so far beyond my understanding that I'll never be able to see the world in the same way ever again. //Is this still my world? Or is this somewhere //else//.//\n\n[[Continue.|MidTaintEnd2]]

Thursday morning, shortly after 10am.\n\nMorning found me sitting in my recliner, feet kicked up, wearing an old white tank top and a pair of dirty white boxer shorts. \n\nIdly, I turn the knob on the television again, looking for something other than news reports of the latest heinous act of violence against some little kid, or poorly written shows about a perfect world that doesn't really exist. I stop on the news channel again, giving the national weather forecast in all its black and white glory. \n\nSetting the remote down again, I trade it out for the warm beer from last night still sitting on the end table.\n\nThe beer almost reaches my lips when I hear a firm knock on my living room door. //God damn it, if that's Peter wanting a favor again,// My eyes narrow at the thought, //Again? I haven't seen him in over a year.//\n\nSighing, I set the beer back down and try to kick in the foot rest of my recliner. The foot rest swings right back up. With an exasperated growl, I kick it down a second time. This time it catches and stays down.\n\nThe knock on my door is firmer this time, more insistent. "I'm coming!" I yell towards the door, not caring that my annoyance is clear in my voice.\n\nWading through the mess towards the front door, I'm only mildly surprised that I don't knock any of the precarious piles of books, papers or mess over before reaching the door.\n\nOpening the door as far as the chain lock will allow, "Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested." I growl, not even bothering to look who it is at the door.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, it's me, Peter." Peter Duntell, my old partner says from the other side of the door. "I tried calling, but you didn't take my call. I need a favor. My son has gone missing." \n\n//Knew he would want a favor, probably going to try sending me off to some God forsaken hell. Not going to happen.//\n\nI can hear the pain, the worry in his voice. But to be honest, I couldn't bring myself to care all that much. I liked his kid, like his father, he was a good man, but I just wanted to get back to my beer. "Not my problem, call the police, file a missing person's report. I don't see how this has anything to do with me," I said more bitterly than I had intended.\n\nI close the door again and start to turn away.\n\nPeter knocks on the door again, full fist. The pounding is loud enough that it makes my head feel like it's going to explode, or maybe I'm just that hung over from last night.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>!" Peter roars through the door, "I've tried! It's been over a month!" Then he said something that I'd never heard him admit before, "I'm //scared.//"\n\nNow, Peter is a man's man. He's in his early fifties, maybe five years older than myself, and he's worked hard for everything he's ever accomplished. He's the type of man who's even tempered, quick to act, never backs down from a challenge, and always does what he thinks is right. Hearing him admit that he was scared, and believing it, . . . well, to be honest, I'd have been less surprised if I discovered that aliens were invading.\n\nI stop dead in my tracks. My shoulders slump in defeat even before my conscious mind tells me that I'm going to at least hear him out.\n\n"Well, fuck," I mumble to myself. \n\n//Looks like I'm going back if I like it or not,// The thought is like a stranger whispering nonsense in my ear.\n\nTurning back towards the door, I unhook the chain and pull the door half open. I'm half way back to my recliner before he pushes the door the rest of the way open and lets himself in.\n\nAfter several heartbeats, "What //happened to you?//" Peter asks. I knew exactly what he meant. I'd seen too much, too many atrocities, too much collateral damage. I'd been broken by it, and now, I was trying to kill myself, one beer at a time.\n\n"You know damn well what happened to me." Picking up my warm beer, I down the rest of the bottle before tossing the empty bottle towards a garbage can that was already overflowing with empties. The bottle I tossed, along with three others, clatter to the floor to join the clutter.\n\n"Want a beer?" I ask, picking my way towards the kitchen.\n\n"No, I don't want a beer, and neither do you." Peter says firmly.\n\n//I'm going to want a beer if I'm going back,// I look around in the hopes of finding another open bottle that might not be empty, then failing in that task, I sigh.\n\nI turn to look at Peter, feeling a mix of anger and annoyance, "You've got five minutes." \n\n"You're going to give me more than that. You're going to hear me out, and you're going to help." I don't even have my mouth open to protest before he raises a finger to ward off my objection, "After what you did. You //owe// me." He says firmly.\n\n//Well fuck.//\n\n[[Continue.|Happy End 2]]

<<if $PastorConfront is "True">>Nearing the clearing to Vick's home, my pace slows as I think of the last meeting I had with him. \n\n//I'm still not sure if I should meet him in the morning or not. He's clearly unhinged.//\n\nWith that thought in mind, I decide that now might not be the best time to visit the former pastor.\n\n[[Head back to the trail.|Take the West fork of the trail.]]<<else>><<if $babyAzumi is "Played" && $Cabin is "Played">>As I approach Vick's //Pastor Erkon's// cabin, I can feel my pace slowing. Every step draws me closer to the inevitable meeting with a man who by all acounts is dead.\n\n//I wonder what this means? How does this all fit into what is happening here in Wanton Cove?//\n\nI feel a sense of trepedation, though the feeling is unfocused, like something terrible is about to be revealed. I've barely started to raise my hand to knock on the door when I hear it being unlatched from the other side.\n\nWhen the door swings open, I see Vick look at me with his too wide eye, then past me. He shuffles from side to side as his head moves, trying to see everywhere at once.\n\nSuddenly, he reaches out, grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me into his cabin before slamming the door in my wake. His voice comes out as a hiss, "Sheh be cloose," When I look him in the eyes, he looks ashen, terrified to the core, "Sheh commen oon."\n\nThen his expression changes, becoming tranquil like a veil is being lifted. The sight is every bit as troubling as the madness I am used to seeing in his eyes.\n\nI take several moments to consider my options, whether I should talk with her normally, or if I should ask the question that burns within me to ask.\n\n[[What's your story?]]\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]<<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Who is SHE?]]\n\n[[Do you know anything about a guy named Tom?]]<<if $Pastor is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 95>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>><<if $VickSex is "Played">><<if $Mutation lte 7>>\n\n[[Have sex with Vick|getVickLink()]]<</if>><</if>>\n\nor\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]<<set $babyAzumi to "Dunkle">><<else>><<if $Cabin is "Not Played">>I've barely covered half the distance between the treeline and the log cabin when I hear a gunshot ring out.\n\nMy hand is half way to my .38 Special when I hear a voice scream out from somewhere behind me, "Stay poot! Dis be //MY// place! Not you's! Ye don't eong here!" I remain tense, the hint of panic in the voice putting me on edge.\n\n//This guy sounds unhinged, unpredictable. I need to be careful here.// "Sorry, I was just looking to introduce myself, I'll be going." I say.\n\n"The 'ell ye are!" The voice screams. his voice shrill, "You're goin' uh stay right where ye ah wile I figure iss out!" I hear a sound, like flesh on flesh, "No, I will NOT! He's wit her!" His tone becomes more resigned suddenly, "Ok, ok."\n\nCareful not to make a sudden movement, I turn my head a little, trying to get a look at the man.\n\nWalking towards me, a rifle pointed vaguely in my direction, is a rail thin man. His dirty clothes seem to hang on his body. His face is covered in soot, patterns traced in the filth. His hair is a tangled mess with bits of bone sticking out of it.\n\n<<if $babyAzumi is "Played">>I'm socked to realize that I'm looking at a face I've seen before. //Its the pastor from Mr Morichi's photo album.//\n\n<</if>>When he gets close enough to meet my eyes, he seems to study my features for several seconds, "Ye ain't fom aroun' ere." He says in a hushed tone, then lowers his gun slightly.\n\n"Ye can come in if ye want," He says, stepping past me, "Mah name be Vick."\n\n<<if $babyAzumi is "Played">>//Vick?// I muse, //If he's who I think he is, he may be an invaluable source of information.//\n\n<<set $babyAzumi to "Dunkle">><</if>>"<<print $PlayerName>>," I reply. He doesn't seem to acknowledge my reply, but as he enters his cabin, he leaves the door open in his wake.<<else>>Nearing Vick's little cabin, I can see the faintest wisp of smoke coming from the chimney in the roof. \n\nIn the trees around the little clearing, I can hear the hollow wooden sounds of Vick's macabre windchimes all around me. \n\nI can't help but feel like someone, or something, is watching me from just inside the dark shadows of the forest, just at the edge of my vision. <<if $Taint gte 65>>I shudder lightly, knowing that my unease might not just be paranoia. <</if>>\n \nRaising my hand to knock on the door, <<if $GooCounter is 0>>my fist strikes the door firmly only once before I hear Vick call from inside, "Quit yer bloody pounden on me duhr! If ye needs ta chat, ye know how ta open da fockin thang." <<set $GooCounter += 1>><</if>><<if $GooCounter is 1>>my hand strikes the door several times, and I'm almost ready to give up on an answer when I hear movement inside.\n\nThe door is swung open suddenly, leaving me face to face with Vick, his rancid breath causing me to blanch. \n\nHis too wide eyes look straight past me as they scan the treeline. Finally, seeming satisfied he hisses, "In or out, matters not ta me. Jus don' be letten //her// see ya coming in."\n\nNot waiting to see if you follow him, he leave the door cracked open as he disappears back inside. \n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><</if>><<if $GooCounter is 2>>my hand doesn't even strike the door before I hear Vick scream from inside, "Fockin, fock, FOCK! Leave meh be ye vile skank!"\n\nThen softer, mumbled but heated, as if he's arguing with someone, "Da bones keep er out ya fool!"\n\nFor several long seconds, the Vick continues to mumble, too soft to make anything out. Then silence, the only sound I can hear are the sounds the wind through the leaves of trees mixed with the soft sounds of small bones lightly tapping one another.\n\nI'm almost ready to turn and leave when I hear the door being unlocked from the other side.\n\n"Let yersef in," Vick says, he tone measured and calm from the other side of the still closed door.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><</if>>\n\n[[Enter the Log Cabin.]]\nor\n[[Head back to the trail.|Take the West fork of the trail.]]<<set $WoodHouse to "Played">><</if>><</if>>

With no warning, the sky opens up a torrent of water, a virtual deluge of water that falls from the sky with pummeling force. \n\nI try to flip up the collar of my jacket to ward off the worst of it, but its of no use. Within seconds, I'm soaked to the bone, the cold rain leaving me feeling clammy.\n\nI shiver, pulling my almost useless jacket tighter around myself.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]

My opponent looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nMy pulse pounding in my ears, I face the vile //thing// before me.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tThe abomonation is still on its feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tThe abomonation falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at the creature.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the creature! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tThe abomonation is still on their feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tThe abomonation falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with your First Aid Kit, you tend the worst of your wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> You turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the creature! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by the creature's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|DeepLoss]]\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tThe abomonation's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tThe creature slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,4)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the creature! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tThe creature's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|DeepLoss]]\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tThe creature's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tThe abomonation throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(2, 3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the creature! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|DeepLoss]]\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tThe creature missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nThe abomonation attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tThe creature disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tThe abomonation fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering the creature, you [[flee from your attacker.|the waterfront][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|Deep]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|Deep]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: [[Punch the creature.|DeepOneCombat][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\t[[Shoot it|DeepOneCombat][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|DeepOneCombat][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|DeepOneCombat][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|DeepOneCombat][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|DeepOneCombat][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|DeepOneCombat][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|DeepOneCombat][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

Taking a step back, I kick out with all the force I can muster, striking the door solidly just beneath the doorknob. \n\nIn a shower of splintered wood and flakes of old paint, the door flies inward, slamming against the wall inside and creaking half way closed again as it rebounds.\n\nWith the door open, I peer into the shadowy interior for several seconds before <<churchlink "stepping carefully inside.">>\n\n

I size up the door, take a couple of steps back, and get a running start. I hit the door with bone jarring force, peppering myself with the paint flakes that are knocked loose from the door, but not having broken the door open.\n\nGlaring at the door, I reach up and massage my now-sore shoulder for a couple of seconds before turning my attention to my surroundings.\n\nIf anyone is out and about, I don't see them. //At least I can be thankful no one saw that.// I think humorlessly to myself.\n\nTurning my attention back to the door, //Door's a lot more solid than I had thought, I'd be a fool to try that again.//\n\n[[Sighing inwardly, you step back from the door.|little church]]

With no warning, the sky opens up a torrent of water, a virtual deluge of water that falls from the sky with pummeling force. \n\nI try to flip up the collar of my jacket to ward off the worst of it, but its of no use. Within seconds, I'm soaked to the bone, the cold rain leaving me feeling clammy.\n\nI shiver, pulling my almost useless jacket tighter around myself.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]

window.getTownLink = function () {\n\tvar\tchance = random(1, 2);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 1) {\n\t\tpassage = "Head into the center of town.";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = commonTownEvents();\n\t}\n\n\treturn taintLink(passage);\n};\n

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<<if $Day gte 5>>I come upon the docks just as the rain seems to ease slightly. Among the rain slick rocks, I can see something that appears slightly off. <<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>There is little doubt in my mine what I’m about to see, the faint glow I detect is a none too subtle clue that this Is yet another bit of White Goo. \n\nOne more step takes me far enough past a largish rock that I can see the source of the faint glow. There, somewhat sheltered from the storm by the rock is a smallish puddle of the White Goo I have witnessed around the island before.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\nor\n[[Investigate Further|G3]] <<else>>The faint glow draws me closer, like a moth to the flame. I take a step to the side so I can see around the largish rock blocking my view. \n\nThere, somewhat sheltered from the storm by the rock is a small puddle of some kind of luminescent White Goo. \n\nCurious, I move closer, nudging the substance with the tip of my boot. The slime juggles slightly as I touch it, then seems to cling to my book as I pull back. With a grimace, I wipe the tip of my boot on a convenient rock.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><<endif>><<else>>The rocks near the water draw my attention. Something not looking quite right. At first, I think it’s just the way the light is striking the rocks, but upon closer examination, I realize that that doesn’t explain what I am seeing.\n\nI move closer, realizing that whatever is near the rocks is giving off a faint glow. <<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>//More of that White Goo.// I think. //What the hell is this stuff?//\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\nor\n[[Investigate Further|G3]]<<else>>//Peculiar.// I think, leaning closer for a better look. \n\nI start to reach out, but quickly stop myself. //No idea what that stuff is, no sense getting it on me just in case its dangerous.// Instead, I stand back up, prodding the slime with my boot instead. The whole puddle juggles, almost like jello at my touch, and when I pull my foot back, it clings to my boot.\n\nGrimacing, I rub my boot tip against the ground, smearing the substance on the rocks.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><<endif>><<endif>>\n\n\n

<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 15>>”I tend to be a curious person by nature, and I was wondering if you would be willing to tell me a little bit about your family? Have you lived in Wanton Cove long? That kind of thing.” You ask in a friendly tone.\n\nHer raptor like gaze seems to hold me in place, “I am the daughter of Walter and Ruth Schultz,” Her tone suggests that the names should mean something to me, though I’m not sure I have ever heard of them before, //Schultz, that’s a pretty common German family name.// My musings end as she continues, “They owned half of Wanton Cove, and ran all of the fishing industry here in town. After they died, I took over.”\n\nLeaning forward, her eyes never leave my own. When she leans forward, I feel an urge to lean back, away from her, and though I try to suppress that urge, after a few seconds, I do lean back from her.\n\n//The woman has a presence like a force of nature.//\n“My worthless husband’s name is Toby,” The smile that suddenly forms on her lips is anything but kind, “But we just call him Sophie. My son Dewey is made of sterner stuff than his father though.”\n\nI don’t have to wonder if she’s done talking or not, she simply leans back in her chair again and gives me a look that suggests I’m wasting her time.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 8>>”I was wondering if you’d be interested in talking for a little while?” I venture carefully.\n\n“I let you into my house, didn’t I?” She replies coldly.\n“I’d like to know more about you and your family if that’s ok.”\n\nLady Anne’s gaze holds my own like a physical force until she finally replies, “I am the daughter of Walter and Ruth Schultz,” Her tone suggests that the names should mean something to me, though I’m not sure I have ever heard of them before, //Schultz, that’s a pretty common German family name.// My musings end as she continues, “They owned half of Wanton Cove, and ran all of the fishing industry here in town. After they died, I took over.”\n\nLeaning forward, her eyes never leave my own. When she leans forward, I feel an urge to lean back, away from her, and though I try to suppress that urge, after a few seconds, I do lean back from her.\n\n//The woman has a presence like a force of nature.//\n“My worthless husband’s name is Toby,” The smile that suddenly forms on her lips is anything but kind, “But we just call him Sophie. My son Dewey is made of sterner stuff than his father though.”\n\nI don’t have to wonder if she’s done talking or not, she simply leans back in her chair again and gives me a look that suggests I’m wasting her time.\n\n<<else>>”Tell me about your family,” I try to put a bit of steel in my voice, attempting to enter the conversation from a position of authority.\n\nThe way her eyes narrow and lips narrow strongly suggests that may not have been the best approach.\n\n“I do not see how my family is of any concern to you. And more importantly, I do not appreciate your tone,” The corner of her mouth twitches, like a stillborn smile, “Let’s try this again, but this time //ask nicely.//\n\nI manage to bite back an angry retort, but just barely. My tone is nothing resembling friendly when I force the words out of my mouth, “I was curious about you and your family, would you be so kind as to tell me about your wonderful family?”\n\nSomehow, she looks self-satisfied, though I detect no change to her expression, “Better, but I suspect you could do even better if you try.”\n\nI bristle at her words, prepared to either walk out of her home or, . . . I don’t know what.\n\nShe saves me from my own indecision though, “I am the daughter of Walter and Ruth Schultz,” Her tone suggests that the names should mean something to me, though I’m not sure I have ever heard of them before, //Schultz, that’s a pretty common German family name.// My musings end as she continues, “They owned half of Wanton Cove, and ran all of the fishing industry here in town. After they died, I took over.”\n\nLeaning forward, her eyes never leave my own. When she leans forward, I feel an urge to lean back, away from her, and though I try to suppress that urge, after a few seconds, I do lean back from her.\n\n//The woman has a presence like a force of nature.//\n“My worthless husband’s name is Toby,” The smile that suddenly forms on her lips is anything but kind, “But we just call him Sophie. My son Dewey is made of sterner stuff than his father though.”\n\nI don’t have to wonder if she’s done talking or not, she simply leans back in her chair again and gives me a look that suggests I’m wasting her time.\n<<endif>><<if $AnneHusband is "Not Played">><<set $AnneHusband to "True">><<endif>>\n\n[[Ask Lady Anne about Wanton Cove.]]<<if $AnneHusband is "True">>\n[[Ask about her family business.]]\n[[Ask about her husband Toby.]]\n[[Ask about her son Dewey.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about the Morichi Family]]<<endif>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Played">>\n[[Ask if she is Azumi's mother.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Lady Anne about the Pastor.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Say goodbye and leave.|Nice part of town.]]\n\n

When I near the docks, I pause, looking out over the ocean. <<if $Day gte 5>>Rain falls hard, as if trying to pummel the waves crashing into the rocky shore into submission. As I watch, one wave crashes over the end of one of the docks, water running from the dock’s sides in a solid sheet until the bulk of the water is gone.\n\nAnother wave crashes against the shore not too far away, a spray of salty water showering me. I take a couple of involuntary steps back as I try to shield my face from a second breaking wave. Once I’m far enough away to avoid the worst of it, I look back out at the horizon, trying to determine where the water ends and where the storm begins, but the scene merely seems to fade one to the other.<<else>> The gentle waves lap softly at the rocky shore, accompanied by a stuff, but not unpleasant breeze. <<endif>>\n\nI let my gaze linger on the scene before me for several seconds before returning my attention to my investigations.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n

Vines reach out toward me, touching, caressing me, but also searching for ways into my clothing.\n\nI struggle for a moment, but it quickly becomes futile as the vines entangle my body.\n\nWhatever this thing is, it doesn't seem to want to harm me, it's every touch is like that of a lover, designed to bring me pleasure.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 55>>Wasting no time, I can feel the tentacle like vines slithering across my skin, slipping into my clothing any way they can find their way in.\n\nI can feel long vines sliding up my legs, others along my arms, and still others pulling at my shirt and waist.\n\nOne of the flowers curls, winding itself into a point before my eyes before snaking it's way down my body and sliding into my pants. I can feel it seeking out my manhood, and when it draws near I can feel it unfurling before settling over my cock.\n\nA moan escapes my lips as the flower engulfs my cock in a sensation not unlike a vagina. All around me I hear an echoing moan, only feminine in tone.\n\nOther vines continue to caress me, trailing across my arms and legs, fondling at my chest, and one even gliding along the crack of my ass, occasionally pausing to probe at my back door.\n\nBut even through all of the other touching, my attention remains on the flower wrapped around my cock, pulsating as it suckles at my rigid member.\n\nWith so many vines holding me, the possibility of me breaking free is almost nonexistent. Instead, I allow myself to become lost in the moment. My eyes drift closed as I am raped by what feels like a gentle lovers' caress.\n\nWhen I begin to feel my balls tighten, and as if sensing how close I have become, Something tiny slithers up my urethra while the rest of the flower sucks more intently.\n\nI couldn't hold back if my life had depended on it, my cock throbs and jerks. When I finally loose the battle and begin to cum, the whole flower redoubles it's effort to milk me.\n\nAll around me I can hear soft feminine moans, making it sounds as if the plants themselves are in the throes of bliss with me.\n\nA short while later, I begin to feel the vines holding me slacken. When I gently pull, one of the vines breaks and crumbles, another motion ends with the same result. I watch in morbid fascination as the plants around me all seem to start dying. The dark greens and reds becoming grays and sickly whites\n\nPulling free of the plants, I quickly unbuckle my pants, remembering the strange sensation of something being forced up my urethra. The crumbling flower pulls away from my manhood easily, retracting a small tentacle from my urethra in the process. At the tip of this tentacle is something else, small and pale green, wriggling and coiling before I drop it on the ground. \n\nLess than an inch long, and only a small fraction as wide, it moves with surprising speed as it races toward the closest cover. Once it is out of sight, I take a moment to inspect my manhood, concerned that the small thing was not alone, but see no sign of anything else. \n\nIt's not until I pull my pants back in place and I hear a very soft moaning sound coming from nearby that I decide it may be best to leave this area quickly.\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Wasting no time, I can feel the tentacle like vines slithering across my skin, slipping into my clothing any way they can find their way in.\n\nI can feel long vines sliding up my legs, others along my arms, and still others pulling at my shirt and waist.\n\nSeveral of the flowers, I think I can count three, hover before me, their moans filling the air as they continue to quiver.\n\nOne of the flowers curls, winding itself into a point before my eyes before snaking it's way down my body and sliding into my pants. I can feel it seeking out my diminished manhood, and when it draws near I can feel it unfurling before settling over my little cock.\n\nA moan escapes my lips as the flower engulfs my cock in a sensation not unlike a vagina. All around me I hear an echoing moan, only feminine in tone.\n\nTwo more of the flowers slip beneath my shirt and slide upward, caressing my breasts before settling onto them. I can feel the flowers sucking gently at my nipples\n\nOther vines continue to caress me, trailing across my arms and legs, touching my body in every place it can reach, and one even gliding along the crack of my ass, occasionally pausing to probe at my back door.\n\nBut even through all of the other touching, my attention remains primarily on the flower wrapped around my cock, pulsating as it suckles at my rigid member.\n\nWith so many vines holding me, the possibility of me breaking free is almost nonexistent. Instead, I allow myself to become lost in the moment. My eyes drift closed as I am raped by what feels like a gentle lovers' caress.\n\nWhen I begin to feel my undersized balls tighten, and as if sensing how close I have become, Something tiny slithers up my urethra while the rest of the flower sucks more intently.\n\nAt the same time the flowers cupping my breasts knead the flesh there more firmly, a sensation that is more pleasant than I expect it to be.\n\nI couldn't hold back if my life had depended on it, my little penis throbs and jerks. When I finally loose the battle and begin to cum, the whole flower redoubles it's effort to milk me.\n\nAll around me I can hear soft feminine moans, making it sounds as if the plants themselves are in the throes of bliss with me.\n\nA short while later, I begin to feel the vines holding me slacken. When I gently pull, one of the vines breaks and crumbles, another motion ends with the same result. I watch in morbid fascination as the plants around me all seem to start dying. The dark greens and reds becoming grays and sickly whites\n\nPulling free of the plants, I quickly unbuckle my pants, remembering the strange sensation of something being forced up my urethra. The crumbling flower pulls away from my manhood easily, retracting a small tentacle from my urethra in the process. At the tip of this tentacle is something else, small and pale green, wriggling and coiling before I drop it on the ground. \n\nLess than an inch long, and only a small fraction as wide, it moves with surprising speed as it races toward the closest cover. Once it is out of sight, I take a moment to inspect my manhood, concerned that the small thing was not alone, but see no sign of anything else. \n\nIt's not until I pull my pants back in place and I hear a very soft moaning sound coming from nearby that I decide it may be best to leave this area quickly.\n\n<<else>>Wasting no time, I can feel the tentacle like vines slithering across my skin, slipping into my loose fitting clothing any way they can find their way in.\n\nI can feel long vines sliding up my legs, others along my arms, and still others pulling at my shirt and waist.\n\nSeveral of the flowers, two that I can see clearly, hover before me, their moans filling the air as they continue to quiver.\n\nI can see one of the tentacles slip unto my wasteband, I have little doubt of where it is headed but when the appendage slides along my vulva I let out a surprised gasp all the same.\n\nThe flowers around me echo my gasp.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>The vine probes at my hole, pausing when it touches my hymen. The aroused sounds of the plants around me become more excited. \n\nGently it pushes, it seems concerned about my deflowering, not wanting to hurt me. I feel a small pinch inside, then the tentacle like vine withdraws slightly, waiting until my pain subsides before sliding forward again. \n\nI am sensitive inside after just having my cherry popped, but the vine's intrusion feels pleasant all the same.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>With a single thrust, the vine slides inside of me.\n\n<<endif>>A moan escapes my lips as the vine penetrating me begins to thrust into me with slow even strokes. All around me I hear an echoing moan from the plants around me.\n\nTwo more of the flowers slip beneath my shirt and slide upward, caressing my breasts before settling onto them. I can feel the flowers sucking gently at my nipples\n\nOther vines continue to caress me, trailing across my arms and legs, touching my body in every place it can reach, and one even gliding along the crack of my ass, occasionally pausing to probe at my back door.\n\nBut even through all of the other touching, my attention remains primarily on the vine gliding in and out of my most intimate place like a lover intent on ensuring my pleasure..\n\nWith so many vines holding me, the possibility of me breaking free is almost nonexistent. Instead, I allow myself to become lost in the moment. My eyes drift closed as I am raped by what feels like a gentle lovers' caress.\n\nI can feel a knot in the pit of my stomach, not unpleasant, more like a pressure that fogs my mind as it builds. I can feel the vine engorge, depositing something inside of my pussy, but not so deep that it forces it's way into my womb.\n\nAt the same time the flowers cupping my breasts knead the flesh there more firmly, a sensation that is more pleasant than I expect it to be.\n\nI couldn't hold back if my life had depended on it, my whole body shudders as a powerful orgasm washes over me. The tentacle fucking me redoubles it's efforts, prolonging my orgasm before basting my insides with something lukewarm and thick in consistency. All I can do is cry out in pleasure.\n\nAll around me I can hear soft feminine moans, making it sounds as if the plants themselves are in the throes of bliss with me.\n\nA short while later, I begin to feel the vines holding me slacken. When I gently pull, one of the vines breaks and crumbles, another motion ends with the same result. I watch in morbid fascination as the plants around me all seem to start dying. The dark greens and reds becoming grays and sickly whites\n\nPulling free of the plants, I quickly unbuckle my pants, remembering the strange sensation of something being forced up inside of my vagina. I pull the tentacle free of my freshly used pussy, then try to reach inside. \n\nI find myself filled with a thick and clear substance, thicker than syrup and just as sticky to the touch. Quickly, I shove two fingers inside, probing for whatever the tentacle put inside of me and I find something just at the tip of my fingers. I bear down on it, trying to force it out of me. I can feel it shift, so I reach inside again. This time I can just barely reach it, I catch it between two fingers and start to withdraw it from my most intimate place.\n\nOnce it is out, I look at the small egg shaped orb. It has a milky white cover, and within I can see several small things moving about. \n\nI drop the thing on the ground, troubled by the implications of what just happened.\n\nQuickly, I pull my pants back up and hasten my escape back to the relative safety of the trail\n\n<</if>><<if $Depravity let 7>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>><<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue.|Trail]]

<<if $Taint lte 64>>Standing withing the Barmaid's Daughter, a <<if $GooCounter is 0>>blonde <<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>brunette <<set $GooCounter += 1>> <<else>> dark haired <<set $GooGounter -= 2>><</if>>woman catches my eye. As soon as I look her way, she smiles and starts making her way across the Barmaid's Daughter towards me.\n\nWhen she reaches me, she pushes me backwards, causing me to fall into a chair.\n\nLooking up at her, I can see the arousal clear on her face. It doesn't take much imagination to realize that if I don't do something quickly, she's going to try getting into my pants.\n\n[[Pat my lap in invitation.|TavernFuck1]]\n\nScoot my chair up to a table in an [[attempt to deter her|TavernSuck1]] from sitting in my lap.\n\nGet up and [[Quickly make my escape.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<elseif $Taint gte 125>>Standing within the Barmaid's Daughter, a powerfully built <<if $GooCounter is 0>>blonde <<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>brunette <<set $GooCounter += 1>> <<else>> dark haired <<set $GooGounter -= 2>><</if>> man catches my eye.\n\nA hint of a smile plays at his lips as his eyes travel up and down my body. \n\nI catch myself biting my lip, a rising tide of arousal making me moist between my legs.\n\nFor the briefest second, I wonder what his cock must look like, what it must take like, what it would feel like thrust between my legs.\n\nShuddering, goosepimples rise along my arms. Tearing my gaze away, feeling terribly uncomfortable in my own skin.\n\nWhen I look back in that direction a few seconds later, I see no sign of the man anymore.\n\nAs I move, I can feel the [[wetness between my legs.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n\n<<else>><<set $random to random(1,2)>><<if $random is 1>>Standing within the Barmaid's Daughter, a well built <<if $GooCounter is 0>>blonde <<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>brunette <<set $GooCounter += 1>> <<else>> dark haired <<set $GooGounter -= 2>><<endif>> man catches my eye.\n\nA hint of a smile plays at his lips as his eyes travel slowly up and down my body. I can't help but feel the urge to retreat, to hide my transforming from his gaze.\n\nBut at the same time, something inside me feels a little thrill. I quickly force the feeling aside, turning my attention to anything but the man.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>Within seconds of entering the tavern, a <<if $GooCounter is 0>>blonde <<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>brunette <<set $GooCounter += 1>> <<else>> dark haired <<set $GooGounter -= 2>><<endif>> woman catches my eye.\n\nWhen I look her way, she catches my gaze. For several seconds, she eyes me, as it trying to decide something, then seems to loose interest in me, turning her attention elsewhere.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n\n\n\n

My eyebrows lift slightly when I lay eyes on the brunette lady serving drinks at one of the tavern's tables.\n\nWith a tankard in each hand, she's standing still. There is a man sitting in a chair on one side of her, his hand up her long skirt. From what I can see of her face, she appears flushed with arousal, biting her lip to stifle her soft moans.\n\nAs I watch, a second man steps up behind her, pulling down the front of her dress to expose her ample breasts.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 5>><<else>>//Scandalous! That people would do such a thing in public!// I think in shock.\n\n<</if>>A short while later, the woman sits the two drinks on the table, then pulls away from the two men, smiling and giggling.\n\nAs an afterthought, she pulls the top of her dress back in place to cover her bosom before heading back towards the bar.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

Stripping down for the night, I slip beneath the cool blankets of my bed. Pulling them tightly around myself, pulling them over my head, I leave just enough room near my face that I can peer out at my room.\n\n//Clu, thech scheeaana r'luh tharanak.// The voice whispers to me constantly now.\n\nI try to sleep, but its difficult to do with my eyes open. They feel gritty from lack of blinking, but I dare not close them for fear that //she// will come.\n\n"k'yarnak 'fhalma uhnn n'gh'tha kadishtu urrh,"\n\n//Shadows, have to watch the shadows. That's the first sign of her presence.// With horror, I realize that //her// shadows could blend so easily into the darkened room. Or worse yet, //she// could slip beneath my blankets without ever being seen until it is far too late.\n\n"Ch'yar ul'nyar shaggornyth."\n\nI spring from the bed, fearful that she may have somehow found her way into my blankets. Stumbling backwards across the room, refusing to look away from the bed, I finaly find the wall and follow it by touch to the light switch. Flipping it, the room is bathed in light.\n\nThe voice becomes softer, barely a whisper. But I can still understand the words.\n\nTrembling, I sink to the floor, pulling my knees up tight against my chest. I fight sleep for as long as I can, watching the blankets on the bed for any sign of movement. I can clearly see the shadows some of the blankets cast, and I'm vigilant in my observation so I will see the first sign of //her// movement.\n\nAs the sky begins to brighten, announcing a new day, [[I unwillingly drift off to sleep.]]

The sailors are still working to moor the ferry to the dock when I hop down onto the old but solid wooden planks.\n\nI stumble slightly as I land on the dock, taking a couple of staggering steps before I regain my footing. I cast a sheepish look over my shoulder at the ferry, but if anyone saw my little display, they show no signs of it.\n\nAdjusting the rucksack over my shoulder, I take a few seconds to take in my surroundings.\n\n[img[images/Allure docks.png]]\n\nI find myself standing on the East most of three heavily weathered docks jutting out into the cove. At a glance, I can see a large fishing boat tied off at the next dock over. Otherwise, the cove appears to be relatively empty.\n\nRight at the end of the dock I am standing on, I can see a large wooden arch, a sign hanging from the top of the arch. Engraved in the simple wooden sign is "Welcome to Wanton Cove". My eyes linger on the weathered sign for only a moment before looking away.\n\nI can see a hint of fog clinging to the rocks along the shore, swirling as gentle waves break along the jagged stones. \n\nFor each of the three docks, there appears to be a dedicated warehouse, each as battered and worn as the dock I'm standing on.\n\nAt the end of the dock, I can see a man standing beside the warehouse, casually looking in my direction. He's an old sailor, a brown cap pulled down over his ears, a red and black plaid jacket pulled tightly around himself. His harsh gaze is in stark contrast with his surprisingly soft features.\n\nFrom where I'm standing, I can see right into the heart of Wanton Cove. Down the street, I can see a small assortment of businesses, wooden signs in various states of disrepair hanging above their doors. A couple of blocks down the street, the road splits. \n\nTo the left is the bulk of the small town, an assortment of small houses, many with small tendrils of smoke drifting lazily from their chimneys.\n\nTo the right, the road appears to wind into an area with maybe half a dozen nicer houses, the furthest one from where I'm standing appearing to be a grand mansion perched on a large outcrop of rock near the ocean.\n\nRight where the road splits, a large building dominates the side of the road. it's obvious as a glance that this is where people in town gather and is almost certainly a tavern, and probably the only place I'm going to find a room.\n\nI take a deep breath of the salty sea air, I start down the dock towards the shore. All around me, the mid -afternoon sun is casting lengthening shadows.\n\n[[Stop to talk with the old sailor.]]\nor\n[[Head into the center of town.]]

"You mentioned Wilson Crow when we talked out by the docks," I begin, "Can you tell me a little more about him?"\n\n"He's a good man, a fisherman," She says, sounding like she's trying to convince herself, "He messed his ankle up good in a fishing accident when he was hardly a man. Walked with a limp ever since. He lives out by the old Church with his wife." \n\n"Think he's out in one of the fishing boats right now?" I ask. <<if $Madness gte 1>>\n\n//There are terrible things lurking in the ocean.// The thought makes me shudder at the realization that eventually I will need to return to the mainland.<<endif>>\n\n"It's possible," Ms Sherwood shrugs applologetically, "Maybe his wife, Rose, can tell you more?"\n\n[[Did you think of anything you could add about the waterfront?]]\n\n[[You said your brother was leaving on the fishing boat?]]\n\n[[Tell me a little about yourself?]]\n\n[[You seemed a little intimidated by Aaron?]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon|Sherwood Pastor Talk]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.]]<</if>>\n\n<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Ms Sherwood what she knows about Azumi.]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[Done asking questions for now.|Ms Sherwood's House]]

As if in approval, her large cock begins to harden, the shadowy tentacles behind seeming to lengthen, their movements become more animated as they slowly begin to reach towards me.\n\nWhen the two men let go of me, I stagger towards her. One second, she's across the clearing from me, the next, she's standing inches from me, her arms spread wide as if to embrace me.\n\n//Thra'cha, reh'leh cu na thoch'ne.// \n\nI nod in understanding, falling to my knees before her, her rigid cock brushing my cheek as I look up at her featureless face. \n\n<<if $Mutation gte 8>>[img[images/Taint Deep.jpg]] <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>[img[images/Taint Hybrid.jpg]] <<else>>[img[images/Taint Human.jpg]] <<endif>>\n\n//Thu'uchna fa nakch.// Her voice echoes in my mind.\n\n"Thank you," I whisper to her, kissing the tip of her rigid cock. All around me, I can feel tentacles, blacker than the darkest night, caressing me, wrapping themselves around me, drawing me closer.\n\n//Reth'eh'cheh na coth, sheoth'dech,// She coos.\n\nThe tip of her cock passes my lips, its texture cool and moist in my mouth. Her precum touches my tongue, driving my arousal even higher. The tentacles work to free me of my remaining clothes with almost tender care.\n\nProbing, the tentacles slide across my body, tracing my curves, massaging my breasts, and probing for my holes.\n\nI can feel her hands on my head, her fingers brushing through my hair.\n\n//Na'cha'reh uuhst thrw'fekk.// Her voice purrs, arousal clear in her tone.\n\nWith no warning, her fingers clench into fists, savagely grabbing hold of two fists full of hair before thrusting forward, burying her rigid cock down my throat.\n\nAt the same time, the tentacles massaging my breasts clamp down painfully, squeezing the twin globes of flesh. The tentacles probing the entrance of my pussy and ass shove forward so savagely that the force of their initial thrust is enough to pick me up off the ground, leaving my feet dangling as the slick tentacles bury themselves impossibly deep inside of me. \n\nThrough the sudden, painful, violent violation, my body trembles with the first of countless orgasms.\n\n//Zal'chaas nachas reh'leh na thru ch'shoj.// Several male voices chant in unison all around us, //Uhth kcha pruc tah!//\n\nSome small part of my mind screams out that this isnt right, that I should fight this, but that small part of me is washed away by the [[ever rising tide of lust within me.]]\n\n

<<set $random to random(1,4)>><<if $random gte 3>>My fist doesn't even touch the door before it swings open in front of me. I'm left standing in place, my hand raised. \n\nWearing that smile that isn't quite a smile, Lady Anne looks back at me, never quite looking at my raised hand as she speaks, "<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, I knew you would be back," She makes a small gesture, urging me to enter. \n\nFor a flickering instant, I wonder if its not too late to make an excuse to leave, but the moment her hand comes to rest on my shoulder, I can feel her guiding me through the door.\n\n"I enjoyed our last visit a great deal, I'm pleased that you've returned so soon," Her voice purrs so close to my ear that I can feel the heat of her breath.\n\nThe sound of the door latching closed behind us echoes in my mind, like that one perfect moment before everything goes inevitably wrong.\n\n<<elseif $random is 2>>My knuckles only strike the door once before it swings part way open.\n\nThere, standing half shielded behind the door is Lady Anne's husband, naked and unable to meet my eyes, he gestures for me to enter, "She was expecting your visit," He says in a hushed tone.\n\nGlancing past him as I start to step over the threshold, I can see Lady Anne just entering the living room from the hallway on the far side.\n\n<<else>>Raising my hand, my knuckles barely touch the wooden door before I hear the lock on the other side disengage. A second later, the door opens to reveal Lady Anne, her intense gaze locked on my eyes until I look away.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, it is a pleasure to see you again," Her tone is flat, "Please, come in."\n\nTaking a deep breath, and wondering why I allow myself to be put in these kinds of situations, <<endif>>[[I step inside.|Anne Interior]]

//Fifteen minutes later.\n\nOut of the alley once again, I'm not proud of the fact, but I'm happy I didn't eat before work tonight.\n\n"What do we know?" My voice isn't as unsteady as I had expected it to be.\n\nCaptain Steiner meets my gaze, and I'm sure that I look every bit as shaken as he does, "The guy who found it had a psychotic break or something. He said it was standing in the alley and that it talked to him. Said something about 'Wanton Cove,' [[whatever that's supposed to mean.]]" \n\n<<set $WantonCove = "Played">>\n<<set $Tom = "Played">>

"I'm trying to learn a bit more about the Morichi family," You begin, but you never get a chance to finish.\n\n"That filthy gook up on the hill?" He makes a face, spitting at his feet, "And that disgusting rapist he calls a daughter?"\n\n"You heard she buggered our late pastor? Any creature evil enough to do that should be put down, as if seeing a baby with both boy and girl parts shouldn't have been enough warning in the first place,-"\n\nSensing that Aaron is only getting started, you quickly change the subject in the hopes of derailing his rant.\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>>[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<<endif>><<if $Day is 2>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<</if>><</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<<endif>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]\n<<endif>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<<endif>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]\n<<endif>><<if $Madness gte 1>>[[Ask about HER.]]\n<<endif>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>>

window.commonRoomEvents = function () {\n\tvar chance = random(1, 35);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 2) {\n\t\tpassage = "Outside Room";\n\t} else if (chance <= 4) {\n\t\tpassage = "TapRoom";\n\t} else if (chance <= 9) {\n\t\tpassage = "Window Rivulets Room";\n\t} else if (chance <= 13) {\n\t\tpassage = "Wall";\n\t} else if (chance <= 17) {\n\t\tpassage = "HallSex";\n\t} else if (chance <= 23) {\n\t\tpassage = "Nighttime Fun";\n\t} else if (chance <= 26) {\n\t\tpassage = "Inn 1";\n\t} else if (chance <= 27) {\n\t\tpassage = "Inn2";\n\t} else if (chance <= 30) {\n\t\tpassage = "Inn3";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = "Rain Room";\n\t}\n\n\treturn passage;\n};

With no warning, the sky opens up a torrent of water, a virtual deluge of water that falls from the sky with pummeling force. \n\nI try to flip up the collar of my jacket to ward off the worst of it, but its of no use. Within seconds, I'm soaked to the bone, the cold rain leaving me feeling clammy.\n\nI shiver, pulling my almost useless jacket tighter around myself.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

window.getCaveLink = function () {\n\tvar\tchance = random(1, 4);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 1) {\n\t\tpassage = "Enter the cave.";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = commonCaveEvents();\n\t}\n\n\treturn taintLink(passage);\n};

window.getStoreLink = function () {\n\tvar\tchance = random(1, 2);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 3) {\n\t\tpassage = "General Store";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = commonShopEvents();\n\t}\n\n\treturn taintLink(passage);\n};

<<if $GooCounter is 0>>I spin on my heel at the sound I hear, like something scurrying across the nearby roof. Unfortunately, by the time I turn toward the sound I see only a hint of motion before whatever made the sound is out of view.\n\n//It was just some kind of animal,// I try to tell myself, but I can't quite shake the feeling that something was, and possibly still is, watching me from somewhere nearby.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>Movement through the window of a nearby house pulls my gaze in that direction. \n\nMy eyes widen at the sight of a naked woman, or at least as much of her as I can see is naked, standing in the window watching me. Our eyes meet for several seconds before my baser instincts draw my attention down to her exposed breasts, then even lower across her smooth belly toward the patch of hair nestled between her legs. \n\nBefore I reach my final destination however the drapes on the window are closed, blocking my view.\n\nI take a deep breath, only now becoming aware of how rapid my pulse has become. Subconsciously I lick my lips as I think about the view I was just afforded before I redirect my attention elsewhere.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<else>>Not very far down the road, I see a woman walking on a path that is likely to intercept my own. I can't tell if her hair is dark, or just wet, and her heavy jacket shrouds her body from any discerning gaze.\n\nWhen she sees me, I can see her pace quicken. Her eyes lock on mine for several paces, then pulls her jacket tighter around herself as she forges forward.\n\nShe passes through the intersection long before I do due to her faster pace, never so much as casting another glance my way.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]

<<if $Money gte 20>>[[First Aid Kit|See her wares.][$Aid += 1; $Money -= 20]]<<else>>First Aid Kit<</if>> $20\n<<if $Flashlight is "false">><<if $Money gte 20>>[[Flashlight|See her wares.][$Flashlight to "true"; $Money -= 20]]<<else>> Flashlight<</if>> $20\n<</if>><<if $Armor is "false">><<if $Money gte 200>>[[Heavy Vest|See her wares.][$Armor to "true"; $Money -= 200; $playerDefense += 5]]<<else>> Heavy Vest<</if>> $200\n<</if>><<if $Rope is "false">><<if $Money gte 25>>[[Rope|See her wares.][$Rope to "true"; $Money -= 25]]<<else>>Rope<</if>> $25\n<</if>><<if $Knife is "false">><<if $Money gte 20>>[[Knife|See her wares.][$Knife to "true"; $Money -= 15]]<<else>>Knife<</if>> $15\n<</if>><<if $History is "false">><<if $Money gte 25>>[[Wanton Cove History Book|See her wares.][$History to "true"; $Money -= 25]]<<else>>Wanton Fove History Book<</if>> $25\n<</if>><<if $cave gte 1 && $Machete is "false">><<if $Money gte 30>>\n[[Machete|See her wares.][$Machete to "true"; $Money -= 30]] $30<<else>>Machete $30\n<</if>><</if>><<if $Money gte 12>>Cigarettes: [[12 Pack|See her wares.][$Cigarette += 12; $Money -= 12]]<<else>>Cigarette: 12<</if>> $12\n<<if $Money gte 12>>Ammo: [[6 Rounds|See her wares.][$Ammo += 6; $Money -= 12]] $12<<else>>Ammo: 6 Rounds $12<</if>>\n\nI have: \n.38 Special (<<print $Ammo>> Rounds)\nFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> \n<<if $Cigarette gte 1>>Cigarettes: <<print $Cigarette>>\n<</if>><<if $Armor is "true">>Heavy Vest\n<</if>><<if $Flashlight is "true">>Flashlight\n<</if>><<if $History is "true">>Wanton Cove History Book\n<</if>><<if $Rope is "true">>Rope\n<</if>><<if $Machete is "true">>Machete\n<</if>><<if $Knife is "true">>Knife\n<</if>>Money: $<<print $Money>>\n\n[[Step away from the counter.|General Store]]

A loud moan fills the air<<if $Day gte 5>> even above the roar of the storm raging around me.<<endif>>. Turning towards the sound,I listen carefully, trying to determine where the sound may have come from.\n\nThe sound repeats itself, more clear now that I am listening for it. <<if $Depravity gte 7>>There’s no doubt to the carnal nature of the moan as the sound draws out for several seconds, changing pitch towards the end. \n\nMy own body responds to the implications, feeling my breath quicken as a wave of arousal washes over me.\n\nI take several steps towards the sound, looking from building to building as I try to figure out which house the sound may have come from. //There’s nothing wrong with taking a peek, right?// The thought would have been alien to me before arriving in Wanton Cove. //I bet she’s wreathing under him, her legs spread wide as he plunges into her depths,// My own knees feel weak, //Her cunt stretched wide around his massive cock,// I stumble at the thought, nearly falling in the muddy street.\n\nA cry of release cuts through the thunder like a hot knife through butter. My own arousal spikes just short of orgasm in response, my breath coming in ragged gasps.\n\nFor several seconds, I struggle against the urge to shove my hands into my pants, to pleasure myself, but the chill rain running down the back of my neck quickly sobers those thoughts.\n\nWith a sigh of frustration, I get unsteadily back to my feet. <<elseif $Depravity gte 4>>If there was any doubt to the carnal nature of the moan before, its erased the moan stretches on for several seconds, reaching a high pitch cry at its end. \n\nMy own sudden arousal distracts me for a few precious seconds, my urge to thrust my hands into my pants makes me weak in the knees.\n\nI struggle with myself, part of me wanting to seke out the sound and gaze upon the aftermath of these stranger’s lovemaking, while the rest of me wants to flee the scene before someone spots me, and surmises my inner thoughts.\n\nA trickle of icy water running down the back of my neck is enough to sober my thoughts and return my senses to me. <<else>>//Enjoy yourselves,// I think, bemused that someone would make so much noise during such a private matter.<<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]

Through the branches, I hear what sounds almost like wooden wind chimes. I pause, looking in the direction of the sound in the hopes of seeing what is making the sounds.\n\nMy eyes fall on a series of bones, mostly rib bones, but many smaller bones as well. \n\nStepping closer, I see what looks like fishing line tied to each bone, hanging them from a dead tree like a macabre wind chime. \n\nA hint of a breeze through the forest brushes past the bones once more, sending them spinning and swaying, clicking and clacking against each other once more.\n\nFor several seconds, I watch the bones. Then I look upward towards where the bones are tied to the tree. Perched on the branch is a deer skull, or at least the top half of one.\n\nLetting my gaze linger only a moment longer, [[I return to the trail.|Trail]]

A flicker of movement catches my eye nearby. \n\nLooking that direction, I see a window in one of the storefronts, the curtain pulled back slightly. \n\nFor a split second, I think I can see someone watching me<<if $Day gte 5>> through the rain streaked glass<</if>> before the curtain falls back in place.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

Upon entering the cave, I can hear a low, mournful moan coming from somewhere deep within. My eyes narrow and I quicken my pace, ready for anything.\n\nThe moan comes again, sounding human and full of anguish. Then with a startling suddenness, the sound becomes an animalistic screech of pain, after which I hear only the sound of rain falling outside of the cave.\n\n//Must have been some kind of animal,// I think, passing my flashlight over the interior of the cave in search of what might have made the noise and seeing no obvious source.\n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

My attention is drawn to a sound from the branches overhead.\n\nWhen I look, I see a squirrel perched on a branch, watching me. The squirrel makes angry sounds, its tail twitching with every noise it makes.<<if $Day gte 5>>\n\nSomehow, against all odds, a single drop of rain makes its way through the heavy forest canpoy to strike me in the forehead.<</if>>\n\nWith a little smirk, I continue [[down the forest path.|Trail]]

Stammering, "Um, thank you?" You begin slowly, "But I think I maybe I'll pass this once."\n\nAcross from me, Nadia makes a pouty face, "You can't blame a girl for trying, can you?"\n\n<<if $Madness gte 2>>//And what part do //you// play in all of this? Temptress? Servant to //her?// Or something else entirely?// The thoughts swirl about my mind.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>Pausing, I watch her face, trying to read something in her expression, some tell that she's working for //her.//<<else>><<endif>>\n\nNadia's smile quickly returns, "Maybe another time then?" She implores, but she doesn't even give me time to answer before continuing, "[[Maybe I can interest you in some of my other wares?|Nadia]]"

Entering the hall that leads to my room, I hear a sound. //Did that come from //my// room?// \n\nBefore I even complete the thought, my hand is on the handle of my .38 Special as I cautiously move towards my door. My eyes trace the frame, seeking any sign of forced entry or that the door may be ajar, but I see nothing.\n\nMy pistol clears its holster with a soft whisper of steel on leather as my other hand reaches for the doorknob.\n\nVery slowly, I turn the knob until it wont turn any more. I can still hear the sound from within my room, like talons being pulled lightly across gravel. Throwing my weight into the door, it slams open, revealing my room, light off, and visibly empty. \n\nFor several seconds, I let my eyes drift over the interior, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of a remaining intruder before I finally reach for the light switch to bathe the room in soft yellow light.\n\nThe sound comes again, from near the window. The window is cracked open, the wind blowing droplets of rain through the gap to spatter on the floor. //That explains the sound,// I think uneasily, the realization making me more on edge than before, //But this is the second story, . . . and I'm sure that window was closed when I last left this room.//\n\nPushing the window the rest of the way open, I look out it for several seconds before closing it completely. Then I take several minutes searching the room in exagerated detail, finding nothing out of place.\n\nMy mood is sour as I glance around the room one last time before concluding that there is no sign of any intruder, assuming that there was one in the first place.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]

One month Later\n\n//I huddle in the shadows, careful not to be seen. //They will see me if I'm not careful,// I think, fighting back a mad giggle. \n\nThe sound of a vehicle driving past the building I am hiding beside is enough to make me press hard against the wall, trying to make myself as hard to see as humanly possible.\n\nI blanch as the driver looks my way, the tentacles that make up the bottom half of his face twist and curl, but his black eyes are indifferent as he passes.\n\n//If he saw me, he'll send others,// I think, making my way deeper into the alley. \n\nRealizing that its no longer safe to stay here, I reach the other end of the alley and look out across the street.\n\nThe two little Deep Ones, both dressed in pretty little pink dresses are playing hopscotch across the street. They've used a stone to mark the sidewalk for their game, in the place of numbers, strange, but all too familiar symbols dominate the center of each space.\n\nReaching under my tattered coat, I close my fist around my only weapon, a long piece of glass with one end wrapped in a bit of fabric to minimize the risk of cutting myself. \n\nMy raw and bloody fingers are testament to its success.\n\nGrinning to myself, //I should go for the little ones. They're the easiest to kill.// I think back on the hand full of Deep Ones I've managed to kill since returning to the mainland.\n\n//SHE is looking for me, its the only reason that there would be so many of these vile creatures here.// Breaking into a sudden sprint, I'm nearly half way across the street before the horn of a vehicle blares from nearby. \n\nThe little Deep Ones scream when they see me running at them, bloody length of glass in my hand, the sound is remarkably human, //Tricks, so they can hide among humans,// I rationalize, though I don't recall seeing a single human since leaving Wanton Cove.\n\nThe driver of the truck in the road appears to be little more than a mass of tentacles, eyes, and razor sharp teeth. It continues to hold the horn, gibbering unintelligable words that hurt my head, several of its tentacles thrash wildly outside of its window.\n\nI scream curses at the vile thing as I pass. //I'll come back for the little ones when there aren't so many of the bigger abominations about to protect them.//\n\nKnowing that staying in the open will only make it easier for them to find me, I change direction, running for the shadows of the nearest alley.//\n\nAHAGL AH MG ILLL AHEE N'GHFT.\n\n\n\n\n[[New Game Plus.]]

As I make my way down the path, I can hear the rain striking the leaves overhead. For several minutes, I can hear the rain, dripping through the canopy on its way towards the ground, before the first drops start to strike ground level.\n\nI pull my jacket tighter around myself in an attempt to ward off the [[worst of the rain.|Trail]]

Reaching into my jacket, I draw my .38 Special with a practiced motion, <<if ($PlayerIntimidation + $PlayerStrength) gte 10>>"You're going to back away from me now," I put as much heat into my voice as I can. \n\nI try to not let my surprise show as I see the thing take a slow step back. There's a mix of madness and terror in its eyes as it stretches one hand towards me. Its clawed fingers pointed at me like weapons for a moment before it turns his hand, splaying its fingers like it expects me to hand it something, "Booook, neeeeeed iiiiiiiit," Its croaking voice whines uncomfortably in my ears.\n\n"No, I need it," I reply. But before I can say more, it takes a half step towards me. Instinctively, I raise my gun a little higher, pointing it towards this monstrocity's face.\n\nIt stops, its too large eyes shifting between my face and the .38 Special in my hand. Its expression turns desperate as it takes several small steps back before pivoting and starting to run across the bluff. \n\nI start to follow, the muddy ground making me feel sluggish as I watch it rapidly increase the distance between us. But I don't have to go far before I begin to slow as she heads towards the edge of the bluff. //No where left for her to run. She has to come back this way if she wants to get off this bluff.//\n\nThe thought barely crosses my mind before I realize there is no sign of the creature slowing. \n\nMy pulse quickens as I watch in disbelief. In stead of slowing, if anything it begins to run faster, then as it fanishes from view, I can hear it make a sound that may have been a scream that drops off into the distance. By the time I near the bluff's edge, I look down into the water, and the jagged rocks, far below. I let my eyes sweep the area, but seeing no sign of the thing that had just jumped, I reluctantly step back from the edge.\n\n<<else>>"Stop, stay away," You yell, but even you can hear the uncretainty in your own voice.\n\nIn a blur of motion, the creature closes the distance between us. Before I can even consciously register its movement, instinct kicks in and I pull the trigger. <<if $Ammo gte 1>><<set $Ammo -= 1>>The sharp crack of gunfire fills my ears right before this monstrocity slam's into me. Both of us goes down in the muddy brown grass. \n\nBefore I can start getting up, the thing lashes out, it's foot kicking my leg painfully and repeatedly. I quickly roll away before trying to get to my feet a second time. When I do, I can see the abomonation still thrashing on the ground. It takes me a moment to realize that there's a hole in the side of its face where my bullet passed through its skull, red staining the side of its head and the ground around it. \n\n//It's dead, its body just hasn't quite figured it out yet,// As if the thought is an affirmation of the truth, the thing kicks out again, shudders, then gives a single kick that seems to move in slow motion before finally growing still on the ground.\n\nTaking a deep breath, I reholster my gun.<<else>>My finger tightens on the trigger, my mind barely registering the soft click of an empty chamber before the creature's large hands grab hold of my shirt with enough force to lift me off the ground. My whole world fades along the edge of my vision a split second later as it slams me into the ground with bone jarring force.\n\nMy arms flail as I try to regain some control of the situation, my pistol flying off into the grass somewhere nearby. \n\nSlamming me to the ground a second time, I fing myself unable to breathe, a hoarse groan escaping my lips as I try to force air back into my lungs.\n\nBy the time I hit the ground a third time, I'm convinced that this is the end, that I'm about to die. But as suddenly as the assault began, it ends. \n\nI'm barely aware of my jacket being pulled open, of my body being searched. Its not until several minutes later when I can finally breathe again that I start to really become aware of my surroundings again.\n\nSoaked to the bone, my jacket spread wide around me, the rain pummels where I lay on the sodden ground. I barely stifle a cry when I try to sit up. Its only as I pull my jacket around myself that I become aware of the book's absence. My movements are slow and painful as I search my immediate surroundings for my attacker, but she is nowhere to be seen.\n\nWhen I finally get back to my feet, I stumble around for a moment before finding my .38 Special again. Holstering it, I wince in pain at the motion, //Pretty sure I've got a couple of cracked ribs.//<<set $CharHP to 1>><<set $PastorBook to "Gone">><<endif>>\n\nWith nothing more I can do here, I let out a heavy sigh. //Wonder why she wanted the book so badly? It's too bad I can't ask her now.//\n\n<<endif>>[[Continue.|Bluff]]

<<set $random to random(0,2)>><<if $random is 1 && $Encounter is "Not Played" && $Day gte 5>><<set $Madness += 1>><<set $Encounter to "Played">>As I walk down the small forest trail, I pause. \n\n//Something's off,// My gut tells me. Instinctively, my hand reaches for my .38 Special.\n\nMovement in the canopy above draws my attention, my .38 Special clearing my holster at the same moment.\n\nI can't see what it is, but there's clearly something moving among the branches above, but always staying too deep in the shadows for me to make out any details.\n\n//Well shit,// I think, a chill goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold rain pummeling me. \n\nMy eyes flicker to a second area as something moves from another direction, then a third, a fourth, suddenly there are more than I can count filling the space above me. Still I can not see what it is, but there are so many of them that they are beginning to block out what little light was making it through the branches before. Ironically, whatever they are, they don't seem to be affecting how heavily the rain is falling down below.\n\n//Nach, lashafa tharuuch abr' shen.// The blood in my veins runs cold as the beautiful feminine voice purrs in the back of my mind, //Chu, nathuul ch'chaf, Zal'chaas.//\n\nI attempt to swallow the sudden lump in my throat as I turn my eyes away from the canopy above and start to scan the space around me.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>The sound of her voice has a profound effect on me. My pussy dampens perceptibly and my knees become weak, but I manage to stay focused. \n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 65>>The sound of her voice has a profound effect on me. My undersized penis is suddenly at full mast, throbbing painfully in my pants.\n\n<<else>>The sound of her voice has a profound effect on me. My manhood swells rapidly, straining painfully in my pants. With my free hand, I reach down to adjust myself while trying to stay focused on my rurroundings.\n\n<<endif>>I turn in a full circle, not seeing her until she's standing barely three paces in front of me.\n\nA single heartbeat seems to stretch out forever as I take in the scene. Tendrils of darkness reach out in all directions from somewhere directly behind her, stretching towards the bushes around us, and up into the trees overhead. \n\nI feel almost detached when the realization dawns on me that the movement overhead is //her.//\n\nThe other thing I notice is the perfection of her skin, the perfect unblemished ivory that takes on just a hint of pink at the nipples and where her massive equine cock points directly at me.\n\nShe takes a step towards me. I let out a shuddering breath and begin to fall helplessly to my knees before her.\n\n[img[images/Trail Encounter.jpg]]\n\n<<if $Ammo gte 1>><<set $Ammo -= 1>>The sound of my .38 Special firing snaps me back to my senses. I can feel the contour of the trigger pressed against the inside of my finger as I slowly release it.\n\nIn front of me, //she// stands there. I can see the entry hole in her chest, perfectly placed between her breasts. <<if ($PlayerFirearms + $PlayerStrength) gte 9>>She pauses, projecting amusement at me. <<else>>Oddly enough, the thought that crosses my mind in that moment is that I'm usually not that good a shot. <<endif>>\n\n//Her// head tilts slightly to the side, neck tweeking at an unnatural angle. The flesh around the bullet hole bulges slowly, then I can see the pullet slip from the wound without a sign of ever having struck something, no mushrooming of the tip from impact, and no sign of blood. When the bullet is most of the way out, one of her delicate fingered hands reaches up to take hold of it.\n\nShe raises it before her face, seeming to ponder an oddity, though I'm unsure how she can even see it without eyes. \n\nMy eyes widen as the bullet suddenly turns to dust, falling from her fingertips to leave no trace of itself behind.\n\nWhen she takes another step towards me, I scream.<<else>>//Click,// My attention is suddenly drawn to the .38 Special in my hands. \n\n//I'm out of ammo,// The realization is like a slap to the face.\n\nHer head tilts slightly to the side, neck tweeking t an unnatural angle. Though she has no eyes, I can sense her attention shift from me, to my .38 Special for a moment before shifting back to me. Though there is no face to express amusement, I have no doubt that is what she is feeling at that moment.\n\nA glistening strand of precum droops lazily from the tip of her flared cock. When she takes another step towards me, I scream.<<endif>>\n\n//She's real,// Its the only thought I'm capable of as I feel my sanity slipping from my grasp. //She can't be real.//\n\nA melodious sound echoes in my mind, like the laughter of a child, only it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.\n\nStaggering back several steps, I nearly fall when my boot catches on something in the trail. My eyes flicker down to see a tentacle, like a shadow with form, wrapped around the heel of my boot.\n\nI scream again, pain flairing in my throat with the violent intensity of the sound. \n\nPivoting away from her, I begin to run, branches seeming to tear at me from every side, moving shadows dancing at the edge of my vision. My legs feel like they are on fire and I can barely breathe when I finally burst from the treeline into a clearing.\n\n//Bones// I think, seeing the white of weathered bone scattered about, hanging from nearby trees like macabre wind chimes or scattered casually about the small field. Toward the far side of the clearning is a log cabin just before the trees start again.\n\nA sound escapes my lips, almost a sob, as I fight to hold back tears. I draw in a shuddering breath, then fall to my knees in the wet grass.\n\nIt takes me far longer than I care to admit to recompose myself enough to continue.\n\n<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>[[Continue towards the Log Cabin.]]\n\nor <<else>>The small log cabin holds my attention for several seconds before I hesitantly turn my gaze away again.<<endif>><<if $RuinsVick is "Played">>\n\nI know that behind Vick's house, at a barely noticeable break in the trees is a trail that leads deeper into the forest, toward the ancient ruins deep in the forest. [[Travel to the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\nCautiously, I <<traillink "Head back the way I came.">><<else>>Taking the West fork of the trail, I walk for several more minutes before the trees seem to thin out around me. After walking under the thick forest canopy for so long, the dim light filtering through the tree branches above is comparatively bright. \n\nAll around me, I start to notice small bones hanging from tree branches, acting as wind chimes in the light breeze that seems to filter through the forest. The macabre display leaves me feeling on edge.\n\nIts not much further down the trail before the forest opens up into a small clearing filled with long grass. \n\nThe only real noteworthy feature of the clearing is a small log cabin on its far side where the trees start again.\n\n<<if $Day gte 5>>The wet grass seems to sag beneath the unrelenting rain.<<else>>Pausing, I look around the clearing, the yellowed grass swaying lazily in the breeze.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>[[Continue towards the Log Cabin.]]\n\nor <<else>>The small log cabin holds my attention for several seconds before I hesitantly turn my gaze away again.<<endif>><<if $RuinsVick is "Played">>\n\nI know that behind Vick's house, at a barely noticeable break in the trees is a trail that leads deeper into the forest, toward the ancient ruins deep in the forest. [[Travel to the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n<<traillink "Head back the way I came.">><<endif>>

The last of my clothes discarded on the floor, I lay on the bed, my erection standing straight up, "Suck me while I eat your pussy," I say to her, my heart racing with excitement.\n\nWith a lewd grin, she moves to stradle me, one of her hands encircling my cock a second before her pussy is positioned above my face.\n\nWith a smile, I lick her pussy, a second later, I feel her lips wrap around the shaft of my <<if $Taint gte 70>>little <<endif>>cock. \n\nA little moan escapes her lips when my tongue flicks her clit. <<if $Taint gte 70>>She easily takes my length into her mouth. I'm ashamed of how small my member is, but her light suck combined with her tongue gliding along the underside of my little cock still makes me moan into her pussy.<<else>>She pauses with her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, half way down my length, her moan vibrating plesantly around my cock.<<endif>> Taking her reaction as encouragement, I focus my attention on her clit, licking and sucking at her erect bud. \n\nWith her head bobbing up and down my <<if $Taint gte 70>>short <<endif>>length, the sloppy wet sounds of the blowjob she's giving me fills the room with sound. \n\nAs I continue to work her clit, I feel the bed shift, but I pay little mind to it, my attention focused on the taste of her pussy and the feel of her lips sliding up and down my shaft.\n\nI feel something slide past my nose, my eyes focusing on something directly in front of my face. \n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>A mixture of surprise and revulsion cross my features as I see the man's cock before my face, lining up with the woman's cunt and sliding inside.\n\nFrom my position beneath the woman, there's no escape for me. For several seconds, I watch, feeling a hint of arousal, as I see his cock gliding in and out of the pussy I had been licking just seconds before, his low hanging balls swinging only inches above my face. \n\nClosing my eyes, I try to ignore the fact that the man is fucking the woman doggy style so close to my face, instead focusing on the sensations of the womans moans as she sucks my <<if $Taint gte 70>>undersized <<endif>>cock.\n\nHer head bobs faster and faster, my own orgasm approaching rapidly.\n\nFrom the sound of the couple's fucking, mere inches from my face, I can tell that the man is nearing his own climax.\n\nI tense, the woman taking all of my <<if $Taint gte 70>>little <<endif>>cock into her mouth just a second before I start to loose control. I begin to shoot my load down her throat as she moans loudly around my penis. At the same time, the man above me slams balls deep inside of the woman's cunt. I can see his balls pull up tight in his sack, his muscles clenching rhythmically as he fills her pussy with his cum.\n\nAfter several seconds, he pulls out suddenly, some of his cum dribbling out in his wake to spatter my face with his seed.\n\nThe woman remains on top of me for several more seconds, leaving me unable to wipe the man's cum from my face. When she finally does move, I quickly wipe his seed from my face, while he lets out a soft chuckle.<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>Looking up, I'm surprised to see the man's cock mere inches from my face. I see him line himself up with her cunt, sliding inside in a single motion.\n\nFrom my position beneath the woman, I couldn't escape the situation even if I wanted to, not that I minded the view. I feel my <<if $Taint gte 70>>little <<endif>>cock throb hard in the woman's mouth as I watch, fascinated, as I see the man's cock sliding in and out of her well lubed pussy like a piston, his balls swinging inches from my face.\n\nReaching up, I rub the woman's clit, my eyes locked on the place where the man's cock keeps vanishing into the woman's cunt. I can't help but smile at the exquisite view before me,\n\nIts not long before I can feel my orgasm approaching. At almost the same time, the man slams deep inside of the woman on top of me. I can see his balls pull up tight, muscles clenching rhythmically as he fills her pussy with his cum. The sight is enough to push me over the edge, my <<if $Taint gte 70>>undersized <<endif>>cock jerking as I begin to fill her mouth with cum.\n\nWhen the man pulls out, a gob of his cum slides from her pussy in his wake, striking me across the cheek and lips as it falls from her pussy. \n\nSurprised, I keep my mouth closed until the woman moves off of me. The moment I can reach my face, I wipe the man's seed from my lips.<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>Looking up, I'm plesantly surprised to see the man sliding his cock into the woman's cunt, his balls brushing over my nose as he sinks his length into her. Leaning forward, I lick the woman's pussy, right where his cock meets the woman's pussy. I can feel the man's shaft sliding along my tongue as I lick at her pussy.\n\nMy <<if $Taint gte 70>>little <<endif>>balls ache with need, as the woman's talented tongue coaxes me closer and closer to orgasm. \n\nIts only moments before the woman tenses up above me, a powerful orgasm coursing through her body. At the same time, the man quickly pulls out of the woman's pussy, his cum spraying my face as his cock twitches above me. When he nudges forward, I find my lips wrapping around the crown of his cock, suckling at it for the last couple drops of cum within. \n\nAfter a couple of seconds, the man pulls back, his balls brushing over my forehead as his cock slips free of my mouth. Seeing the cock poised over my face erodes my last bit of resistance, my balls pulling tight as I begin to spray my own cum into the woman's mouth.\n\nI can't help but grin as the three of us disentangle ourselves. <<endif>> \n\nQuickly redressing myself, [[I retreat to my own room.|Your room.]]\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>

As I toss the last of my clothes to the side, the woman half smiles as her eyes fall to my penis, "I think I'll take your ass," I say to her.\n\nThe woman's eyes widen slightly in surprise, but she doesn't protest. By the time I start climging onto the foot of the bed, she's on her hands and knees, her ass presented to me. \n\nWhen I shuffle into position behind her, she reaches back, grabbing one of her ass cheeks in an effort to spread herself for me.\n\nThe man merely sits on the bed, grinning as he watches.\n\nI spit in my palm, then rub it on my rigid <<if $Taint gte 70>>little penis <<endif>>cock before lining it up with her asshole.<<if $Taint gte 70>> //I hope its still long enough to make this work.//<<endif>>\n\nThe woman tenses slightly when I nudge her pucker, but then she seems to relax, letting the crown of my <<if $Taint gte 70>>little <<endif>>cock to slip past her tight ring. Hearing her soft sound of discomfort, I pull back a little, spitting into her ass crack just above my dick. When I push forward again, she takes almost half of my length.\n\nGlancing at the man, I see him moving closer to the woman, his bobbing cock inches from her face. His smile broadens as she wraps her fingers around his cock, drawning his cock closer. While I can't see much from my position, the content moan he lets out clearly announces the moment he her mouth comes in contact with his penis.\n\nPushing slowly, but firmly, my cock continues to slowly vanish inside of her ass. Resting balls deep inside of her, I savor the tightness all around my cock.\n\nThe woman begins rocking her hips, she lets out a mumbled moan around the cock in her mouth. \n\nTaking the motion as encouragement, I begin to fuck her ass<<if $Taint gte 70>>with careful little thrusts so my short length does not slip free <<endif>>. The first few strokes are slow, but then I begin to thrust faster. It takes maybe a dozen thrusts before I hit my stride, the sound of my hips slapping against her ass rings out clearly with every thrust.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 65>>A stray tought crosses my mind, wondering what it might be like to be on the receiving end of my own penis.\n\nMy cock throbs, becoming even harder at the thought, even as I push the disturbing notion from my mind. \n\n<<endif>>A few more thrusts, and I can feel that I'm starting to get close. I increase my pace, driving myself towards my orgasm. \n\nClosing my eyes and letting out a groan of pleasure, I thrust balls deep inside of her. I begin cumming, filling her anus with my cum in hot thick jets. \n\nWith a satisfied sigh, I pull out.\n\nAcross from me, I see the man thrust forward hard, holding the woman's head in place as he deposits his own load down her throat.\n\nTaking a deep breath, a slight smile on my lips, I begin to dress myself. A minute later, [[I'm back in my room.|Your room.]]\n\n<<set $Taint += 5>>

<<if $RuinsFound is "Not Played">>Past Vick's home, I find a trail, right where Vick had said it would be. I glance over my shoulder toward Vick's cabin one last time, then take my first step down the narrow trail. //He urged me not to go, that the place is dangerous enough that even he wont go there.// But in spite of my misgivings, my resolve is set.\n\nThe muddy ground squashes and oozes beneath my boot, sucking at my heel and threatening to pull the boot from my foot. I've traveled for several minutes, my head bowed to avoid the worst of the rain pattering down through the canopy above, when my boot strikes solid ground. In that moment, I become aware of the fact that I have not heard the sounds of a single animal, or even of a single insect for a while now.\n\nFocusing my eyes, I see a flat but disjointed stone beneath me. I raise my head, turning my attention to the area around myself. At first I do not notice anything, but after a few seconds I start to realize that I'm not looking at just trees and plants anymore. I begin to notice rocky pillars and stone work. Buildings that each appear to have been carved from a single massive stone loom all around me. \n\nAt first I find myself impressed as I take in the dozen or so buildings immediately around myself, but then I start to realize that there are more, far larger buildings just a little bit further along the path, some stretching up into the leafy canopy above, //Who, or what could have built all of this?// For just a second, everything that has happened since I arrived in Wanton Cove fades away and I simply marvel at the ruins around me, //It's unlike anything I've ever seen, or even heard of before.//\n\nI take a few steps toward the closest building. What I had first assumed was rock and stonework takes on a different feel when I can see it clearer. While the material still appears to be stone, it has a smooth, polished appearance, and reflects the light in a faint rainbow much like the interior or a seashell. \n\nReaching out, I pull at a couple of vines creeping up the wall, knocking away a bit of moss as I do so. I can see myself in the reflection. \n\n"Wow," I say softly to myself, and I mean it. I've never seen something so beautiful, so natural, yet so alien, in my life. <<if $DeepFight is "Played">>//Could those //things// I've seen be what created these? Or was it something else?//<</if>>\n\nMy fingers touch the material, gliding across the smooth surface without resistance.\n\n//It almost looks like the structure was grown rather than built, its a little bit like the inside of a seashell,// The thought brings me back to the present and I quickly pull my hand away. Goosebumps rise across my skin as I turn my eyes back to my surroundings.\n\nSuddenly uneasy, I prepare to wander deeper into the ruins.\n\n[[Continue.|First Visit to Ruins.]]\n\n<<else>>It only takes me a second to locate the trail again, even though its barely a break in the treeline. When I reach it, I don't look back, I simply start down the muddy trail toward the ruins again. \n\nThe thick mud of the trail makes walking slow and laborious. By the time I reach the ruins, my legs ache from the effort.\n\nThis time when my foot strikes the stone path of the ruins proper, I glance up, taking in my surroundings in a glance. What little light that reaches the strange buildings seems to shimmer and reflect off of their wet surfaces and I am unable to shake the feeling that all of the buildings are organic, somehow grown for whatever purposes they may have once served.\n\nI almost become swept up in the sense of discovery, the wonder of this strange and unknown place, but my knowledge of the dangers that lurk here is enough to sober my senses and focus me on the task at hand.\n\n<<ruinslink "Continue into the ruins.">>\n\n[[Turn back toward Vick's place.]]\n\n<</if>>

My eyes linger on the scene for another moment, then I quickly withdraw from the situation before I can become part of it. I am far more aroused than I care to admit as I move away from the gathered group.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>A bright flash of lightning is followed immediately by a crack of thuner. I can't help but flinch slightly at the sound.\n\n[[Continue through the rain.|overgrown park]] <<else>>Slow and steady, the rain continues to fall as if the clouds hold an endless supply of moisture. \n\nAs I walk, I can see where the rain hits the puddles, creating little rings in the water before being swallowed by the ripple created by the next drop to strike the water.\n\nI absently pull my jacket tighter around myself to ward off the worst of the weather.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]<</if>>

The woman waists no time as I gently push her to her knees. With one hand under her skirt, her other hand reaches out to take hold of my hard cock.\n\nHer tongue flicks out, sampling the precum at the tip of my cockhead. Half smiling appreciatively, an aroused moan escaping her lips, her head plunges forward, taking more than half of my length in one go.\n\nGagging slightly, she backs off a little, settling into a rhythm, her lips sliding up and down my shaft as her head bobs up and down.\n\nI moan my approval, her smile clear in her eyes as she looks up at me.\n\nHer free hand cups my balls, lightly massaging them as I feel something flick the tip of my penis, something dipping into the slit at its tip. \n\nMy eyes widen, even as I feel my balls tighten, my cum surging unexpectedly from my shaft in long thick streams. I see her cheeks bulge, her throat moving as she eagerly swallows my load.\n\nOnce she is done, she smiles up at me. She stands abruptly, kissing me firmly on the lips before I can protest.\n\nThe faint, salty tang of my own cum on my lips, I step away from the woman.\n\n[[I continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<set $Taint += 2>>

Feeling my arousal growing, I allow her to continue.\n\nTaking my lack ofresistance as encouragement, her hands find the buckle of my belt and begins to free my cock with practiced hands. Roughly pulling my pants down past my hips, I feel her hot breath on the tip of my hardening cock.\n\nMy eyes half close as I feel her lips wrap around the tip of my cock, the warm wetness of her mouth engulfing my cock in a single slow movement.\n\n//Now thats a girl who knows what she's doing.// I think to myself, focused on the pleasure her mouth is bringing me.\n\nSitting at the table, I fight the urge to reach under the table and guide her movements. Instead, I keep my hands above the table, trying desperately to not show any sign of what is happening under the table.\n\nI'm mildly surprised as her head thrusts forward, feeling her nose pressed firmly against my belly even as I feel her tongue dart out to lick at my balls. \n\nUnable to hold back any longer, I tense, filling her mouth with jet after jet of my hot cum. I can hear her audibly swallow from under the table, then I feel her tongue return to my withering cock as she works to clean it. Her attentions are nearly enough to bring me back to hardness. All too soon, I feel her mouth withdraw.\n\nLetting out a content sigh, I buckle my pants once more. Pushing away from the table, [[I stand once more.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $Depravity += 1>>

[[return|$return]]\n[[Back to Case Notes|Case Notes]]\n\n<<if $WantonCove is "Played">>Wanton Cove. A small fishing village just off the East coast. \n\n<</if>><<if $BrandallBluff is "Played">>Brandall's Bluff. A large mansion rests on this bluff. This is also where the town's former pastor threw himself into the sea about four years ago.\n\n<</if>><<if $WoodHouse is "Played">>House in the woods. A small wood cabin in a clearing in the woods. Inhabited by Victor.\n\n<</if>><<if $Geography is "Played">>The Cathedral. A large cave on the island that has presumably been used by former inhabitants. The walls are engraved with inscriptions.\n\n<</if>><<if $Geography is "Played" && $FountainInvestigation is "Not Played">>Ruins: There are ruins on the island that appear ancient. Little is known of them, and nothing is known of the people who built them.\n\n<<elseif $FountainInvestigation is "Played">>Ruins: There are ruins on the island that appear ancient. Little is known of them, and nothing is known of the people who built them. Using what I learned from the old tome from the Church, I was able to make sense of a little of what was written there. There's a clear link between these ruins and what I have seen in that book.<<if $RuinsFound is "Played">>\n\nThe ruins are a strange place. So strange in fact that I have to wonder if the place was even created with human hands. Everything seems alien to me. The buildings look like they were as much grown as built. Like ancient dead corals that could dwarf many of the buildings back home. How can any place so beautiful be so unsettling at the same time?<</if>><</if>>\n\n[[Back to Case Notes|Case Notes]]\n\n[[return|$return]]

My pussy aches with a desperate need to be filled. \n\nI try to look at the woman, but my gaze keeps returning to the man, and his big, throbbing cock. Seeing my eyes on him, his smile seems to grow, his cock throbbing harder in response.\n\nReaching for my belt, I begin to undress.\n\n[[Stay and watch the couple fuck.]]\n[[Suck his cock.]]\n[[Sixty-nine her.|69FF]]\n[[Sixty-nine him.]]\n[[Let him fuck you Missionary style.]]\n[[Let him fuck you Doggy style.]]\n[[Fuck him Cowgirl style.]]\n<<if $Depravity gte 10>>[[Let him fuck your ass.]]<<endif>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter = random(0, 2)>>\n<<if $Depravity lte 9>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>>\n

On the other side of the street, I can see a pair of sailors walking. <<if $GooCounter is 0>>The male sailor playfully grabs the ass of the female. The female letting out a sound that was only half protest as they continue towards the waterfront. <<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>While one of the sailors is obviously a woman, the other is more difficult to tell. The second sailor is wearing men's clothes that fit somewhat loosely, and their feminine features are framed by what is obviously a man's haircut. \n\nThe couple barely take notice of my presence as they continue on their way.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Both sailors are female, their expressions grim as they walk in silence.\n\n//Strange, there seems to be a lot of females in this town. Even a lot of the sailors appear to be female.//\n\nOne of the two glances my way, her expression never changing as they continue towards the waterfront. <<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]

<<if $DeepCombat is "true">><<if $Taint lte 54>>The Deep One looms over me for several seconds before it lets out a soft hiss. \n\nWith morbid fascination, I watch as the small slit along his skin near his groin spreads, a gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to nearly a foot long. \n\nI tense as the thing moves closer, reaching for me. My fight or flight instinct kicks in, and having just lost the fight, I desperately try to make my escape. I’ve barely moved before its hand grabs my ankle painfully, its talons breaking the skin. With almost casual ease, it picks me up by my ankle.\n\n//How could I have thought I had a chance of winning against this thing?// I think in horror, dangling upside down from its outstretched hand. \n\nAs if sensing my resignation, he drops me. I land shoulder first on the hard stone beneath me before landing on my back.\n\nIts large black eyes focused on me, it moves again, but subtly this time as its fingers wrap around its quivering cock.\n\nAll I can do is watch as it strokes itself, its hand moving in a steady rhythm for only a few seconds before he stiffens. With an inhuman whine, its hips shift right as a thick rope of creamy white cum erupts from the tip of its tapered cock. Whether by design, or sheer coincidence, the Deep One’s load hits me full in the face, most of its seed hitting me right across the lips and nose. I gasp, the taste of its salty seed entering my mouth. My head spins, a tingling sensation crossing my face and mouth wherever the Deep One’s seed touched me. \n\nSputtering, I try to spit the stuff out of my mouth, fighting back a gag as I do so. The creature makes a sound somewhere nearby, and I can hear it moving through the undergrowth away from me, but I’m far too preoccupied with trying to get the worst of its surprisingly sticky seed off of me. I scrape at it with my fingers, trying to scrub it away using water from a nearby puddle.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The Deep One stands, unmoving for several seconds, the wet breathing sounds accompanied by the slow rise and fall of its chest are the only indications that it’s a living thing. \n\nThen it blinks, some kind of thin membrane crossing over its eyes just before the lids close and reopen.\n\nWhen it moves, it is with startling speed. Its hand comes out, shoving me hard. I stumble and fall on my back on the hard stone path beneath me. Then, before I can react, it’s on me, holding me down with one hand while tugging at my pants with the other. \n\nI hear something tear, then my pants are pulled painfully past my hips with a savage pull. With little doubt remaining as to what the creature’s intentions are, I thrash wildly, if ineffectively, against it. \n\nIt grabs my cock and balls in one hand, its talons just breaking the skin. My struggles end suddenly as a cry of pain escapes my lips.\n\nThe creature seems to consider for several seconds, then releases my tender nethers. As soon as it does so, it roughly flips me over onto my belly, taking hold of my hip with one clawed hand and shoving me face first into the stone path beneath me.\n\nHard stone pressed firmly against my face, I can feel the creature moving close behind me. Something slick and slimy brushes across my exposed ass, //No! This can’t be happening!// I fight the urge to scream at the futility of my situation.\n\nThe Deep One is uncaring of my lack of consent to this depraved deed though. The second its tapered penis brushes my anus, it presses forward, spearing my ass on its long cock. \n\nThe sound that I make is a mixture of panic and discomfort, like a wounded animal with no way out. \n\nHolding tightly to me, its talons piercing the flesh of my hips, the creature thrusts into my ass like it’s in a rut, hammering away at my anus with a desperate need.\n\nThen I the Deep One tenses, thrusting deep and holding itself there. A tepid wetness fills my bowels suddenly, seeping into my core. The feeling is strange, like someone expanded a balloon within my bowls. The sensation begins to change, my insides tingling as the fluid starts to soak into my body.\n\nMy anus throbs painfully, raw from the buggering I just received. I have to bite my lip to hold back a whimper.\n\nThe Deep One moves, pulling out quickly and leaving my ass feeling empty, aching to be filled again.\n\n//Do women feel like this when a man pulls out?// The thought is strange enough to distract me from my current situation momentarily.\n\nWhen I finally focus on my surroundings again, I begin to notice that the creature is no longer present, having left me face down in the street.\n\nHesitating, I get unsteadily back to my feet. I watch my surroundings for any sign of the Deep One’s return as I pull my pants back up.\n\n<<else>>Unsteady, I stumble back, falling on my ass on the stone path beneath me. \n\nThe Deep one stands where it is for a few more seconds. My eyes drifting down its muscular body. I watch as the small slit along his skin near its groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to about a foot long. \n\nMy eyes widen with horror at the size, and the implications of what is about to happen.\n\nBefore I can even begin to scramble away, the creature is on me, tearing at my clothes. I feel my pants come loose, the sound of something tearing as they are yanked down my legs to tangle around my ankles.\n\nI thrash beneath the thing, hammering at its chest with my fists with no visible effect. \n\nThe Deep One’s cold, rubbery cock brushes between my legs. I tense, unable to do anything but watch.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if it’s in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe Deep One pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>The beast ruts at my new cunt with an obsessive need, the force of its thrusts are just the wrong side of pain.\n\nMercifully, it’s not long before the Deep One shoves forward. I can feel the tip of its tapered cock press hard against my cervix, the very tip pressing inside the entrance of my innermost place.\n\nIt twitches inside of me, then jerks hard as I feel a lukewarm wetness start to fill me. I want to be repulsed by what is happening, but my own body betrays me as I shudder in orgasm, my pussy pulsating around the invading member inside of me as my cirvix tries to milk all of its seed directly into my womb.\n\nA few seconds later, it withdraws, making my cunt feel empty, aching to be filled again. \n\nI can hear the creature moving behind me, but by the time I regain enough strength to prop myself up, its already gone.\n\nUnsteadily, I stand, pulling my pants back up to where they belong.\n\n<<endif>><<if $Mutation gte 9>>Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I smell the salty ocean air, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nWhen I finally find my way out of the forest and to the shore, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the ocean around me. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more //pure//, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds then starts swimming out to sea, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me quite a distance from the island it begins to descend, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 8>> Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nIt’s as if the skin of my face suddenly pulls sight, stretching as I feel a sensation just the wrong side of pain. The feeling eases after a few seconds, but then becomes a tickle across the sides of my neck.\n\nI struggle to take a breath, my hands reaching for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. A sudden revelation makes me shiver inside, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nThen the pain returns.\n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. I stumble around for several minutes, then see a puddle. Something compells me to thrust my face into the water, drawing a deep breath of it into my lungs\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there with my face in the water, but eventually I pull my head back, coughing and hacking up a lung full of water. \n\nOnce I am done, I still struggle to breath just a little bit, but its manageable. \n\n//What the hell just happened?//\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>With the Deep One gone, I have the urge to look myself over, clean myself as I look for what new changes will surely happen to my body.\n\nWith a sense of trepidation, I begin to inspect my aching body. Holding up one of my hands, I can see that the webbing between my fingers is both thicker than before and darker in color. My fingernails having become as black at those of the creature that just attacked me. Their ends now come to a sharp point like a talon.\n\nI sigh heavily in resignation. \n\nI’ve only just started to turn in an effort to be on my way when I feel a strange tickle across the sides of my neck. More troubling to me however is the way my face feels stiff and unresponsive.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath before reaching up towards my neck and face. Touching my face, I can feel that everything seems distorted. My eyes seem to dominate my face, my mouth feels far too large, like a gaping maw. I let my tongue brush along my teeth, finding that they are no longer flat and uniform but are instead slightly rounded points.\n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>I make my way towards a nearby puddle along the stone pathway. I can barely bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach out, cupping a hand full of water.\n\nI shudder as my hand touches my skin, //The texture, it’s not right.// The thought looms large in my mind. Touching my skin with more care, I realized that it has become rough in places, scaly to the touch.\n\nIn a sudden panic, I start to scrub harder at my skin, trying to return it to its original state.\n\nPain erupts across my arm where I am scrubbing, and when I look, I see a trail of blood across my skin. For just a second, I think it’s merely a wound from my recent fight that I had not yet noticed, but when I see my hand, I know that is not the case.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle along the stone pathway. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almost transparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me harder than any physical blow.\n\nI struggle to draw breath as panic seizes me. \n\nThen it gets worse.\n\nMy eyes trail up my arms, noticing that the skin now has a rough, almost scaly texture to it.\n\nReaching for the puddle, I start trying to wash myself, to scrub away this change that has become a part of me even though I know deep down that no amount of water or scrubbing will ever wash away what I am becoming.\n\nWhen I get back to my feet several minutes later, I choke back a sob, then pull my jacket tightly around myself, as if somehow the garment might protect me from the reality of what is happening to me.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>A knot starts to form in my stomach as I start to inspect myself. I begin to feel sick to my stomach as I realize that my skin has taken on a distinctly gray green cast. \n\nMy breathing starts to become labored as fear threatens to overwhelm the more rational part of my mind. It doesn’t help when I notice my hands, a thin web of skin connecting each finger like what you would expect to see on a frog. The webbing is so thin that I can actually see through it just a little bit, like it could easily tear if not careful.\n\n//This is a part of me now.// The thought leaves me shaken.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>I move toward a nearby puddle along the stone pathway to clean myself. When my fingers touch my face, I begin to notice the changes that have occurred. My face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch. As I explore further, I notice that my eyes feel large on my face, disproportionately so. My lips seem to stretch wider than I remember.\n\nI turn to the puddle, trying to see my reflection in its surface, though that proves difficult in the constantly rippling pool as raindrops strike it. It does however reveal that my skin looks darker than previously. I quickly turn my attention to my arms and hands, noticing that my skin has taken on a gray green shade like an old bruise that hasn’t quite faded to yellow yet.\n\nA shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Sore from my recent fight, I move towards a puddle in the stone walkway where I intend to wash the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nStretching out my hand, I stop just short of the water when I notice my fingernails. Slightly longer, and clearly thicker, they have taken on a bit of a gray color. \n\nPutting the thought aside for the moment, I reach for the puddle again, scooping some of the water to wash away the filth covering my body.\n\nMy fingers barely touch my skin before I notice how tight my face feels, faintly rubbery to the touch. \n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\nMy anxiety only increases when I start to notice that other aspects of my face seem different as well. My eyes feel bulbous, too large for my face. My mouth as well feels like it has been stretched across my face.\n\nDark thoughts fill my head as I finish washing myself up.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>When I look down at myself, I notice that my slightly gray skin has started to take on a rough pebbly texture.\n\nWith morbid fascination, I let my fingers brush over the skin. Only to notice that my fingernails look different as well. They have become darker, obviously thicker and just a little longer as well.\n\n//Is this happening because of those abominations? These Deep Ones?// The implications cause me to shiver.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<else>>My whole body tingles in the wake of the fight. For a few seconds, I think it is just post fight jitters, but then I notice that my skin looks different. \n\n//I’m pale,// I think, //No, that’s not right, my skin has become slightly gray.//\n\nThe thought barely has time to cross my mind before I touch my skin, noticing that the color is not all that has changed. That my skin has taken on a rough pebbly texture as well.\n\nTrying to put what just happened out of my mind, I try to scrub the filth from my body.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<</if>><<set $Mutation += 1>><<set $DeepCombat to "false">><<else>><<if $random is 1>><<if $Mutation lte 9>><<if $Taint lte 54>>This abomonation kicks me in the ribs as I start to get to my feet. I sprawl sideways into the mud.\n\nI can see this hidious thing looking down at me, prowling around me like a predator looking at prey.\n\nOf all the things I expect to see, from this //thing// just walking away, to it moving in for the killing blow, what it does catches me completely off guard.\n\nI stare dumbfounded as it fishes its cock from its patchwork pants. The thing is long and tapered, its dark gray with a hint of pink along its underside. The thing glistens wetly even fresh from the confines of its pants.\n\nI begin to tense up, prepared to fight the creature if it comes any closer. Instead, it holds its ground, beginning to stroke its length with what appears to be a powerful grip.\n\nIts hand is almost a blur of motion as it quickly jerks itself, its hard shaft quivering as it points straight at me.\n\nFearful that any action I might take will result in the thing attacking me again, I wait, searching for some way to safely escape the situation.\n\nSuddenly, this thing jerks its hips, a long thick stream of white shooting from the tip of its tapered cock with incredible percision. The blast hits me right on the upper lip, just to the left of my nose before crossing my face in a way that leaves my lips coated in this thing's salty seed.\n\nI sputter, trying to spit the stuff from my lips, the taste nearly making me gag.\n\nThe creature makes a sound that might be a laugh, but I'm far too preoccupied with getting its surprisingly sticky seed off of my face. \n\nMy face tingles where this abomonation's seed has touched it, and my hands feel the same as I try to scrape it away with my fingers. Eventually, I think I've cleared the worst of it, using a puddle to wash my face and hands when I'm done.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>This //thing// shoves me down into the mud face first. I come up sputtering mud and water from my lips. It then places a hand on the small of my back, pressing me down to the ground before trying to yank my pants down past my hips.\n\nMy pants catch painfully on my hips, I can hear the material straining against his strength. Pausing, it gives a second yank that finally pulls my pants down my thighs.\n\nStrongly suspecting the creature's motives, I thrash about, trying to free myself of its grip.\n\nMy efforts are rewarded by the creature shoving me violently into the muddy ground.\n\nThe creature pauses, and I'm not sure why. It makes a confused sound, then I feel its cold wet hand grab my cock and balls painfully.\n\nI let out a startled sound, thrashing wildly as I frantically try to escale this perverted thing.\n\nIt makes another sound, shoves me face first into the mud again, then shuffles up behind me. \n\nPure panic fills me when something wet and slimy brushes across my ass. //No, no, no, no!// My mind screams in futility.\n\nThe abomonation is oblivious to my wishes in this matter, and a second later, I feel the tapered end of its slick cock brush between my ass cheeks.\n\nIt thrusts forward, missing its mark and gliding along the crack of my ass. A second later, it tries again, this time sinking its long thin penis deep into my anus. The sound that I make is a mixture of discomfort and horror at what is happening.\n\nHolding tightly to my hips, this vile creature fucks my ass with rapid thrusts for several minutes before suddenly tensing. \n\nThen I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing anus.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it is about to introduce me to, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<else>>Defeated, the creature wastes no time shoving me onto my chest. Pressing me into the muddy ground, he yanks my pants down past my hips painfully to expose my ass to the cool air.\n\nI try to get up, to squirm away from the abomonation, but it takes hold of my hips in a powerful grip that seems to emphasize how soft my physical body has become.\n\nThis thing quickly shuffles in behind me, looming over me as I feel something cool and slick slide across my bottom. \n\nI redouble my efforts to escape as I realize this cold rubbery thing sliding along the crack of my ass is this creature's cock.\n\nMy struggles prove futile.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if it's in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>I can't help but feel shame as this vile //thing// fucks me like I'm nothing more than a whore to be used.\n\nThis continues for several minutes, the creature shoving me back down into the mud dispassionately any time I try to free myself from its grip, or even move so that my face is not being pressed into the muddy ground.\n\nEventually, the thing rutting at my cunt seems to lose its rhythm, its thrusts becoming irregular. Then I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being absorbed by my throbbing pussy.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it will inflict upon me, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<</if>><</if>><<if $Mutation gte 10>>Gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to releave the pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI dont know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, its something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean.\n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, like myself. Most are female, many of them are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me. When I pass a chamber with a pair of females and no sign of a male, I slip inside. Glancing down, I'm idly impressed by the sheer size of my manhood, perhaps a foot long and thick as a bottle of beer.\n\nThe females appear receptive, one of them presenting herself with her dark cleft on full display.\n\nMoving forward, I grab hold of the female, her hand reaching down to guide me to her opening before I thrust into her. \n\nIn the water like this, it takes me a moment to find my rhythm, but once I do, its not long before I spill my seed inside of her.\n\nAs soon as I'm done, the second female coaxes me towards her.\n\n//Duty beckons.//\n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean. \n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, similar to myself. \n\nThe few males I see are powerfully built and in most cases, I can see massive erections jutting out in front of them as they fornicate with the considerably more numerous females. \n\nI feel a growing arousal within me, like a need with no outlet. Its only at this moment that I come to a horrible realization. Unlike the Deep Ones around me, I'm sexless.\n\nOne of the Deep Ones swims towards me, its a male. It looks at me, and I can sense a hint of amusement coming from it at my predicament. \n\nThe despearate sound I make is faint in the water, but it seems to carry all around us.\n\n//What kind of hell is this.// I want to weep, but I am unable to do so. \n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>As we swim, I feel a growing ache in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nPausing, I let my hands stray over my belly, then lower, only to discover that my manhood is gone, replaced with an oh so sensitive slit.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<else>>As we swim, I feel a growing hunger in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void, to //feed// the hunger I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Mutation gte 9>>My skin begins to feel funny, like my face is being stretched in strange ways. A few seconds later, I feel a tickle along the sides of my neck.\n\nI take a deep breath that I let out slowly in a failed attempt to calm my nerves before I reach for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>With my assailant gone, I pause, part of me wanting to go clean myself and check for what new horror has befallen my body, part of me wanting to walk away in the hopes of not having to face whatever changes I have experienced this time.\n\nMy morbid curiosity wins out. I begin to inspect my body for new changes, changes that are almost immediately obvious.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>Feeling the need to clean myself after the encounter, I find a puddle with some moderately clean water. I can't bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach for the water, cupping the water as I move to wash myself. \n\nI tremble slightly when my hand touches my body, //the texture, its all wrong// the thought nearly overwhelms me. My skin has taken on several rough patches, scaly to the touch. \n\nIn a moment of panic, I scrub at my skin harder, desperate to scrub my skin to its original state. After several minutes, I finally give up, my skin sore in the places I had tried to wash the scaly texture away and having made no progress in changing what had happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almosttransparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me like a physical blow.\n\nFear spikes through me, making it so that I can hardly breathe. I wretch, feeling like I'm about to empty the contents of my stomach, though the action produces nothing. I don't know how long I stare at my hands, unable to fully accept what is happening to me\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>When I begin to clean myself up, I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach as I begin to carefully inspect myself.\n\nEven though I half expect something to have happened to me, I still feel like I'm going to be sick when I realize that my slightly gray skin has become more of a gray green now.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at my hands, my arms, fascenated as much as horrified at this new change I have experienced. Eventually my mind comes back to the present, that this is //my// body experiencing this change. \n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>At a nearby puddle, I start to clean the worst of the filth from my body. As I do so, I begin to notice that my face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch.\n\nTaking a minute to explore my face with my hands, I can feel that my eyes feel different, my mouth wider than I recalled. Quickly turning my attention back to the puddle, the reflection staring back at me has eyes just a little large for the face they are on and a mouth that stretches wider than it should.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>When I start to wipe the worst of the mess from my body, I notice that my fingernails look different. Inspecting further, I notice that they are both thicker than usual and look to be of a gray color.\n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Using a nearby puddle, I spend a couple of minutes washing the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nAs my fingers slide over my skin, I start to notice that in addition to the slight graying of my skin I had noticed previously, my skin has started to take on a rough, almost pebbly texture.\n\n//I need to avoid these //things//, they're doing something to me.// I shudder slightly as I try to consider the implications. Eventually, shaken by the thoughts in my mind, I try to focus my attention elsewhere\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<else>>It takes me a few seconds, but I finally get my pants pulled back up to where they belong. Once done with that, I look for a clean puddle of water to try washing the worst of the mud and grime off of my body.\n\nAs I'm finishing up, I pause, looking at my hands that look paler than usual, with a slight gray tone to the skin. //I guess I'll have to take a proper bath to get the rest of this grime off of my body.// I try desperately to not think about what just happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n<<else>><<if $Taint lte 54>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the muddy path, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The wet cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The sounds of rain striking the trees leaves is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//What the fuck does he think// he's //doing?// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He wouldn't have, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold wet of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing wet and chilled, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My mouth feels a little slimy and tastes faintly of salt. Turning my head to the side, I spit a mouth full of whitish plhegm at the ground beside me before wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve.<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the muddy path, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The cold wet of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nI notice that my pants are pulled low around my waist, as if my assailant had tried to pull them off of me, then gave up. \n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The soft wishper of light rain falling is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//Please don't.// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He did, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My ass hurts slightly, my pants tangled around my ankles. Reaching back, I touch my tender ass, my fingers coming away with what is clearly cum on my fingertips, //What the fuck is wrong with these people?//\n\nPulling my pants back up and securing my belt, I shudder slightly, not entirely from the cold.<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Stepping forward, my assailant grabs hold of a fist full of my hair, throwing me to the muddy path. \n\nI catch myself on my hands and knees, my whole world tilting wildly as I try to stay upright. A familiar sound, but one I have difficulty placing in my disoriented state, cuts through the soundof my labored breathing. Turning towards the sound, I see my assailant moving towards me, his zipper down as he fishes his big dick out through the hole. //A zipper.// I think with disgust.\n\nThe man grabs a fist full of my hair again, slapping my face hard. Stars burst forth before my eyes, "Bitch needs to learn her place," He growls.\n\nBefore I have time to figure out what he means, I feel his hard cock shove past my lips into my mouth. I gag from the sudden intrusion, his firm grip on my hair keeps me from jerking away from his offending member. The man fucks my face savagely for maybe a dozen thrusts, then shoves me back down into the muddy path. \n\nI start trying to get up, but I feel his booted foot placed on my ass, then he pushes hard, sending me sprawling in the mud. I'm barely to my hands and knees again before I feel his rough hands on my hips, grabbing my pants and pulling them down almost to my knees with one savage yank.\n\nThe cool air on my ass, and alarmingly wet pussy makes me shiver. A feminine whimper, touched with a hint of fear, escapes my lips. The sound of my own voice, a clear indication of how much I've changed since arriving in Wanton Cove, frightens me almost as much as the realization that I'm about to be raped by this man.\n\nA second pull of my pants pulls them past my knees to tangle around my ankles. Before I can even fully assess my options, I feel both of the man's hands on my hips as he starts to shuffle into place behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\n<</if>>Within moments, the man's thrusting rhythmically into my pussy, the wet sounds filling me with embarrassment as I realize much of it is from the wetness of my own arousal.\n\nIts not long before my own hips are thrusting back to meet his own. The satisfied groan that escapes his lips only serves to make me blush crimson, his own thrusts starting to come quicker.\n\nI can feel a pressure starting to build within me, my pussy's rough fucking sending waves of pleasure through me.\n\nThe man thrusts forward suddenly, holding himself deep within my depths, his cock pressing firmly against my cervix. His cock pulses within me, hot cum exploding against my cerivix in jet after jet of his seed.\n\nMy own pussy convulses, like a massive wave crashing against the shore, the walls of my pussy milking his tool of his cum.\n\nThe man withdraws slowly, I can feel a trickle of his cum slip from my pussy to run slowly down my thigh.\n\nBreathing heavily, I lay face down in the cold, muddy path, my ass up in the air. Behind me, I can hear the man zip his pants back up, then a satisfied chuckle from him before his footsteps retreat into the distance.\n\nBarely fighting back a sob, I spend a few seconds cleaning myself up, then quickly dress myself.<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>The man steps towards me in a swift motion, like a cobra striking. His fist flashes out, catching me in the stomach, the air in my lungs expells violently, leaving me gasping to regain my breath. \n\nMy assailant wastes no time in shoving me down on my back on the cold, muddy path. With a ferral grin, he pounces on me, one of his hands going around my throat while the other goes to the front of my pants, working to free me of my belt and pants. \n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 7>>Batting and clawing futilely at the arm holding my throat and thrashing wildly beneath him, the man barely acknowledges that I'm trying to break free of his grip.\n\nTugging at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 12>>Clawing and batting at the arm around my throat, my efforts are rewarded with a backhand to my face that leaves me seeing stars. \n\nWith his grip firmer than before, I have small satisfaction at the sight of blood trickling down his arm where my fingernails have gouged deep scratches in the flesh of his arm.\n\nTugging once more at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><<endif>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) gte 13>>Struggling beneath him, I dig my fingernails deep into the flesh of the man's wrist, probing for the nerve I know is there.\n\nThe man lets out an angry hiss as his grip loosens. Taking advantage of his distraction, I drive my knee up between his legs with enough force to knock him off of me. \n<</if>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Wish a firm push, the man sends me sprawling across the muddy path in the poor part of town.\n\nI barely manage to get to my hands and knees as I try to stand back up when his boot catches me in the ribs. I gasp for breath, the sound a rasping groan as I curl in on myself, my arms protectively over my middle.\n\nA moment later, the man is on me, his hands pulling at my pants. I curl into a tighter ball, trying to make it more difficult to remove my pants, but the errort proves futile. The man half picks me up with the next pull, I think I hear something start to tear, then my pants pull free suddenly, reaching my knees before they catch again.\n\nThe man places a dirty boot on my ass as he pulls one more time, my pants passing my knees to tangle around my ankles.\n\nThe man's caloused hands grip my hips, pulling me to my hands and knees.\n\n//Crack!// His hand strikes my ass with a sound that seems to carry into the distance. A soft chuckle escapes his lips, one of his hands sliding between my legs to brush my moist slit.\n\n"All ready then," The man growls, obviously pleased at my wetness. \n\nThen I feel the man moving behind me, spreading my legs as much as the tangled pants around my ankles will allow as he moves into position behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.<<endif>>\n\nA few more thrusts and my body begins to respond on its own. I try desperately to ignore the pleasure, but it only takes a little while before I can feel my body building towards a powerful orgasm.\n\nThe man's cock inside of me glides in and out like a well oiled piston, sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel his pace becoming erratic, his thrusts becoming more insistant as he begins to near his peak.\n\nMy entire body tenses and trembles as my orgasm crashes over me like a massive wave. Behind me, the man holds onto my hips, hilting his throbbing cock deep inside of me.\n\nWith my pussy quivering around the cock probing my womb, I feel the man's penis pulse and jerk inside of me, filling me with a warmth that seems to seep into my soul.\n\nUncerimoniously, the man pulls out, I can feel his cum dribbling down the inside of my thigh.\n\nThe man pulls his pants up, already walking away without so much as a glance back at me.<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>><<endif>><<set $CharHP = 1>>\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<set $Mutation +=1>><<endif>>\n

<<if $Day is 9 && $babyAzumi is "Not Played" && $Morichi is "Played">>When I enter the sun room, I see Mr Morichi sitting in his usual spot. On the table beside him is his usual pot of tea and cup. But it is what's sitting in your lap that draws my attention.\n\n"Forgive me my friend," He says, not looking up at me, "I'm having a sentimental moment."\n\n"Want me to go?" I ask, wondering if I chose a bad time to visit.\n\n"Not at all," He finally looks at me, a sad smile on his face, "Take a seat, be sentimental with me."\n\nI start to step around to chair beside him. At the same time, he half closes the photo album in his hand and moves his own chair closer to the one I am settling in to.\n\n"My daughter might hate me," His tone is sad, "But she really is the one bright spot in my life," A hint of a smile crosses his face, just touching his eyes, "Well, her and this room on the rare sunny day."\n\nHis laugh is sad, then he lets out a heavy sigh. Looking at the photo album for a couple of seconds, he opens it again. On the page are pair of images, both of Azumi, one with her father and the other with her alone. In both, she looks happy, my best guess is that she's maybe eight to ten years old in the images.\n\n//Even Mr Morichi looks happy, almost beaming in her presence.//\n\nMr Morichi starts to close the photo album, but I stop him, "Its ok, you can share if you want. Nothing wrong with going down memory lane."\n\nHe looks at me, his expression sad though I can see a bit of thankfulness in his eyes, "You're a good friend," Moving the photo album so that you can see it easier, then returns it to the first page.\n\nThe first image is of a baby, swaddled and being held by a woman, presumably her mother. I notice instantly that the woman's face is unnaturally out of focus, not like the camera was at a bad position, but like it simply wasn't able to focus on her. //Strange.//\n\nI've barely got time to be curious before I see the image across from it. Taken inside of a church, the one here in Wanton Cove from the looks of it. Clearly the image was taken at Azumi's baptism. \n\n<<if $Cabin is "Played">>"You had her baptised?" My voice trails off as I look at the person holding her.\n\n"Yes, I may not be a religious man, but it seemed the right thing to do," He replies casually.\n\nBut I barely hear the words he is saying as I look at the image. Looking back at me from the page is a scarecrow of a man, thin and wiry. His face is one I recognize from my time here in Wanton Cove.\n\nMentally, I replace the pastor's vestments with dirty brown clothes. His face smeared with filth and patterns etched into the grime. And his dark hair an unwashed mess tangled with bits of bone.\n\n//Vick,// The revalation strikes me with all the subtlty of a truck, //But what does this mean?//\n\nMr Morichi continues to turn pages, seemingly unaware of the fact that I'm barely paying attention now.\n\nWhen he finally reaches images of Azumi that look fairly new, he finally closes the photo album.\n\n"Thank you for allowing me to remenesce like this," Mr Morichi says softly. \n\n"No problem, I didn't mind at all," I reply, though my mind is elsewhere.\n\n<<else>>"You had her baptised?" My voice trails off as I look at the person holding her.\n\n"Yes, I may not be a religious man, but it seemed the right thing to do," He replies casually.\n\nThe man holding her in the picture is wiry, almost gaunt. //He's got a distinct look about him. Must be the local pastor.//\n\nAs Mr Morichi continues to turn the pages, I can't shake the image of the pastor, his haunted features combined with his warm smile.\n\nPage by page, Azumi appears to grow a little in every image. When the pictures reach the age of puberty though, the expressions become different in the images, Azumi looking increasingly unhappy, and Mr Morichi taking on a troubled expression that I can see on his features even now.\n\nWhen he finally reaches an image of Azumi that looks new, he gently closes the photo album.\n\n"Thank you for allowing me to remenesce like this," Mr Morichi says softly. \n\n"No problem, I didn't mind at all," I reply, still thinking about both Azumi's transformation into a grown woman, and the pastor pictured early in the album.\n\n<</if>><<set $babyAzumi to "Played">><<else>><<if $Morichi is "Not Played">>Anticipation races through me as I enter the room. I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting, but what I see is not it.\n\nThe room is relatively small, maybe twice the size of the room I have back at the Barmaid's Daughter. Its barely a closet when compared with the other parts of the house I've seen so far. A large window dominates the wall furthest from me, giving a commanding view of the ocean beyond. \n\nThe room itself is filled with plants, mostly flowers and vines. \n\n//Almost like a small greenhouse.// The thought crosses my mind as I continue to take in the room.\n\nAt the center of the room is a small table with an intricate pattern worked into the tabletop. On its surface is a small tea pot and a pair of tea cups, each on its own saucer. All of it appears to be from the same set, with light pink petals painted on the white surface, and trimmed with gold. To each side of the table, arranged for a view of the ocean, is a plush short backed chair.\n\nFrom the left chair, a short man dressed all in white looks over his shoulder toward me. I can see that he's an older gentleman with well defined crowsfeet around his eyes. He sports a pair of glasses with perfectly round lenses and a short white beard that comes into a broad but well defined point in spite of its length. The almond shape of his eyes is the only obvious indication I have that he has some Asian blood somewhere in his family tree. <<if $Mutation gte 2>> When he eyes me up and down, there's a hint of distaste in his expression as he takes in my mutations, but he quickly composes himself.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>"Miss <<print $PlayerName2>>, it is a pleasure to finally meet you," He says, pronouncing each sylible with the care of someone who wants to make sure the other person understands. He stands, turning towards me and extending a hand, "Apologies, I get ahead of myself. My name is Zodak Morichi, grandson," A enigmatic smile finds its way onto his lips for barely a second before vanishing again,"seven generations removed, of the great Zodak Alhazred who founded Wanton Cove."\n\nI bristle at his use of //Miss// but given my recent transformation, I am hardly in a position to argue the point. Instead, I bite back a retort and raise my hand to shake his.\n\nHe thrusts his hand into mine suddenly, giving me a surprisingly gentle shake before releasing my hand again.\n\n"Please, take a seat," He gestures at the chair opposite his own, then reaches for the tea pot to pour both cups about half full. I can see the steam rising from each cup. \n\nI take the offered seat, "One or two?" Mr Morichi asks. The confusion I felt must have shown, because that same smile returned, but lingered this time, "Sugar. One spoon or two." He clarifies.\n\nNot being accustomed to drinking tea, I err on the side of caution, "One please."\n\nSpooning one scoop of sugar into my teacup, he then stirs it once before adding two scoops to his own teacup and doing the same. A moment later, he sits back in his chair.\n\n"What do you think of the view?" Mr Morichi asks me, but before I can reply, he continues, "It is one of the few treasures this bleak island has to offer, do you not think?"\n\n"It is a nice view," I reply.\n\n"With all of the superstition about my home, and this island, the locals avoid both this place, and myself most of the time. With the exception of my butler, and my girls, I live a fairly lonely existance up here on the hill," Mr Morichi's tone holds a little sadness, "It brings me great pleasure that you have decided to pay me a visit."\n\nHe leans back, teacup in hand, as he turns his attention to the view outside the window. When he takes a little sip, I realize that I've yet to even pick up my own cup.\n\nPicking it up, I raise it, taking a deep breath of the bittersweet smell of the tea. I can see Mr Morichi watching me out of the corner of his eye. I hesitate to take a sip, but when Mr Morichi takes a second sip, I tilt the glass enough for the fluid to touch my lips.\n\nI fight the urge to sputter when the bitter fluid reaches my taste buds, and I can see Mr Morichi's face blossom into a broad smile, "Sorry my friend," He says, his tone holding the first real warmth I've detected since meeting him, "I drink my tea bitter, and can not resist the urge to serve it to unsuspecting visitors. Please forgive me this small transgression."\n\n"More sugar?" He asks a moment later, a twinkle in his eye.\n\nSitting down my teacup, "No thank you," I force myself to be pleasant, "I think I'll pass on any more of your tea."\n\n"A shame," Mr Morichi says, his expression turning wistful, "However, in my defense, your expression was exquisit, and the tea helps with virility."\n\nI shoot him a sidelong glance, wanting to say something, but forcing myself to hold my tongue instead.\n\n"It is unfortunate, but I suspect that this is no social call, you wish to ask me about the pastor, or the young man who passed through Wanton Cove a while back?" His tone holds a certainty to it.\n\n"And how did you know that?" I inquire, suddenly cautious.\n\n"No need to be defensive my friend, it seems that all anyone wants to ask me about on this stark island is if I know anything about the pastor who foolishly threw himself from the bluff near my home, or about the ruins here on this island. Since you do not strike me as a treasure hunter or archeologist, its natural for me to assume that you came to the island for some other reason. Which means that either you are here about the pastor's death, or you are here looking for the last person who passed through the area looking for treasure." Mr Morichi gives a little shrug, then takes another long sip of his tea.\n\n"I'm actually curious about both," I admit, "Some of what I've heard about the pastor doesn't add up, but I came to the island looking for my friend Peter's son, Tom."\n\nMr Morichi takes another sip of his tea, looking thoughtful, "Unfortunately, I suspect my answer will prove unsatisfactory on both accounts. Your friend's son Tom, he visited me some time back," He pauses, seeming to think, "Tom, he visited me a while back, perhaps a month ago? We spent a couple of afternoons discussing local folklore and what I knew about some of the artifacts and ruins around the island. He was supposed to return the next day, but that was the last I saw of him," His little smile returns, just touching his eyes, "He did not like the tea either, however he forced himself to drink it. It was tremendously entertaining watching his face when I asked him if he would like more," A sound, almost a laugh comes from Mr Morichi, then he takes another sip of his drink before sitting the half empty teacup down.\n\n"He gave me no indication as to where he may be headed next, and in spite of inquiries, I never learned where he had gotten off to," A short pause, then he continues, "It is easy to conclude that your presence means he never returned home."\n\nMr Morichi gestures with his hand dismissively, "I can however shed a little more light on the pastor's death. While I did not personally witness his fall to the rocks at the base of the cliffs, after it happened, my butler inspected the area for me. He reported that it looked as if he walked off the edge, his footprints in the mud leading right to the edge as if he never even slowed. I found this surprising given how steep, and muddy that slope is."\n\nI sit with him for a while longer, listening to Mr Morichi talk about his plants and the view outside of his window, but learn nothing more of value.\n\nWhen I prepare to leave, he calls after me, "Best of luck Miss <<print $PlayerName2>>, I hope that you are able to find young Tom. Be sure to tell him that his presence is always welcome in my home."\n\n"Thank you," I reply.\n\n"Do not be a stranger my friend, feel free to visit any time you would like."<<elseif $Taint gte 70>>Anticipation races through me as I tenter the room. I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting, but what I see is not it.\n\nThe room is relatively small, maybe twice the size of the room I have back at the Barmaid's Daughter. Its barely a clothset when compared with the other parts of the house I've seen so far. A large window dominates the wall furthest from me, giving a commanding view of the ocean beyond. \n\nThe room itself is filled with plants, mostly flowers and vines. \n\n//Almost like a small greenhouse.// The thought crosses my mind as I continue to take in the room.\n\nAt the center of the room is a small table with an intricate pattern worked into the tabletop. On its surface is a small tea pot and a pair of tea cups, each on its own saucer. All of it appears to be from the same set, with light pink petals painted on the white surface, and trimmed with gold. To each side of the table, arranged for a view of the ocean, is a plush short backed chair.\n\nFrom the left chair, a short man dressed all in white looks over his shoulder towrds me. I can see that he's an older gentleman with well defined crowsfeet around his eyes. He sports a pair of glasses with perfectly round lenses and a short white beard that comes into a broad but well defined point in spite of how short it is. The almond shape of his eyes is the only indication I have that he has some asian blood somewhere in his family tree. \n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>"Miss <<print $PlayerName2>>, it is a pleasure to finally meet you," He says, pronouncing each sylible with the care of someone who wants to make sure the other person understands. He stands, turning towards me and extending a hand, "Apologies, I get ahead of myself. My name is Zodak Morichi, grandson," A enigmatic smile finds its way onto his lips for barely a second before vanishing again,"seven generations removed, of the great Zodak Alhazred who founded Wanton Cove."\n\nI bristle at his use of //Miss//, "Mr." I correct him firmly.\n\n"I beg of you, please forgive me," He seems startled, "I meant no offince Mr <<print $PlayerName2>>."\n\n"Please, take a seat," He gestures at the chair opposite his own. It seems like he's trying to deflect from his earlier mistake. Reaching for the tea pot to pour both cups about half full. I can see the steam rising from each cup. \n\nI take the offered seat, "One or two?" Mr Morichi asks. The confusion I felt must have shown, because that earlier smile returned, but lingered this time, "Sugar. One spoon or two." He clarifies.\n\nNot being accustomed to drinking tea, I err on the side of caution, "One please."\n\nSpooning one scoop of sugar into my teacup, he then stirs it once before adding two scoops to his own teacup and doing the same. A moment later, he sits back in his chair.\n\n"What do you think of the view?" Mr Morichi asks me, but before I can reply, he continues, "It is one of the few treasures this bleak island has to offer, do you not think?"\n\n"It is a nice view," I reply.\n\n"With all of the superstition about my home, and this island, the locals avoid both this place, and myself most of the time. With the exception of my butler, and my girls, I live a fairly lonely existance up here on the hill," Mr Morichi's tone holds a little sadness, "It brings me great pleasure that you have decided to pay me a visit."\n\nHe leans back, teacup in hand, as he turns his attention to the view outside the window. When he takes a little sip, I realize that I've yet to even pick up my own cup.\n\nPicking it up, I raise it, taking a deep breath of the bittersweet smell of the tea. I can see Mr Morichi watching me out of the corner of his eye. I hesitate to take a sip, but when Mr Morichi takes a second sip, I tilt the glass enough for the fluid to touch my lips.\n\nI fight the urge to sputter when the bitter fluid reaches my taste buds, and I can see Mr Morichi's face blossom into a broad smile, "Sorry my friend," He says, his tone holding the first real warmth I've detected since meeting him, "I drink my tea bitter, and can not resist the urge to serve it to unsuspecting visitors. Please forgive me this small transgression."\n\n"More sugar?" He asks a moment later, a twinkle in his eye.\n\nSitting down my teacup, "No thank you," I force myself to be pleasant, "I think I'll pass on any more of your tea."\n\n"A shame," Mr Morichi says, his expression turning wistful, "However, in my defense, your expression was exquisit, and the tea helps with virility."\n\nI shoot him a sidelong glance, wanting to say something, but forcing myself to hold my tongue instead.\n\n"It is unfortunate, but I suspect that this is no social call, you wish to ask me about the pastor, or the young man who passed through Wanton Cove a while back?" His tone holds a certainty to it.\n\n"And how did you know that?" I inquire, suddenly cautious.\n\n"No need to be defensive my friend, it seems that all anyone wants to ask me about on this stark island is if I know anything about the pastor who foolishly threw himself from the bluff near my home, or about the ruins here on this island. Since you do not strike me as a treasure hunter or archeologist, its natural for me to assume that you came to the island for some other reason. Which means that either you are here about the pastor's death, or you are here looking for the last person who passed through the area looking for treasure." Mr Morichi gives a little shrug, then takes another long sip of his tea.\n\n"I'm actually curious about both," I admit, "Some of what I've heard about the pastor doesn't add up, but I came to the island looking for my friend Peter's son, Tom."\n\nMr Morichi takes another sip of his tea, looking thoughtful, "Unfortunately, I suspect my answer will prove unsatisfactory on both accounts. Your friend's son Tom, he visited me some time back," He pauses, seeming to think, "Tom, he visited me a while back, perhaps a month ago? We spent a couple of afternoons discussing local folklore and what I knew about some of the artifacts and ruins around the island. He was supposed to return the next day, but that was the last I saw of him," His little smile returns, just touching his eyes, "He did not like the tea either, however he forced himself to drink it. It was tremendously entertaining watching his face when I asked him if he would like more," A sound, almost a laugh comes from Mr Morichi, then he takes another sip of his drink before sitting the half empty teacup down.\n\n"He gave me no indication as to where he may be headed next, and in spite of inquiries, I never learned where he had gotten off to," A short pause, then he continues, "It is easy to conclude that your presence means he never returned home."\n\nMr Morichi gestures with his hand dismissively, "I can however shed a little more light on the pastor's death. While I did not personally witness his fall to the rocks at the base of the cliffs, after it happened, my butler inspected the area for me. He reported that it looked as if he walked off the edge, his footprints in the mud leading right to the edge as if he never even slowed. I found this surprising given how steep, and muddy that slope is."\n\nI sit with him for a while longer, listening to Mr Morichi talk about his plants and the view outside of his window, but learn nothing more of value.\n\nWhen I prepare to leave, he calls after me, "Best of luck Mr. <<print $PlayerName2>>, I hope that you are able to find young Tom. Be sure to tell him that his presence is always welcome in my home."\n\n"Thank you," I reply.\n\n"Do not be a stranger my friend, feel free to visit any time you would like."<<else>>"Mr <<print $PlayerName2>>, it is a pleasure to finally meet you," He says, pronouncing each syllable with the care of someone who wants to make sure the other person understands. He stands, turning towards me and extending a hand, "Apologies, I get ahead of myself. My name is Zodak Morichi, grandson," A enigmatic smile finds its way onto his lips for barely a second before vanishing again,"seven generations removed, of the great Zodak Alhazred who founded Wanton Cove."\n\nHe thrusts his hand into mine suddenly, giving me a surprisingly gentle shake before releasing my hand again.\n\n"Please, take a seat," He gestures at the chair opposite his own. It seems like he's trying to deflect from his earlier mistake. Reaching for the tea pot to pour both cups about half full. I can see the steam rising from each cup. \n\nI take the offered seat, "One or two?" Mr Morichi asks. The confusion I felt must have shown, because that earlier smile returned, but lingered this time, "Sugar. One spoon or two." He clarifies.\n\nNot being accustomed to drinking tea, I err on the side of caution, "One please."\n\nSpooning one scoop of sugar into my teacup, he then stirs it once before adding two scoops to his own teacup and doing the same. A moment later, he sits back in his chair.\n\n"What do you think of the view?" Mr Morichi asks me, but before I can reply, he continues, "It is one of the few treasures this bleak island has to offer, do you not think?"\n\n"It is a nice view," I reply.\n\n"With all of the superstition about my home, and this island, the locals avoid both this place, and myself most of the time. With the exception of my butler, and my girls, I live a fairly lonely existance up here on the hill," Mr Morichi's tone holds a little sadness, "It brings me great pleasure that you have decided to pay me a visit."\n\nHe leans back, teacup in hand, as he turns his attention to the view outside the window. When he takes a little sip, I realize that I've yet to even pick up my own cup.\n\nPicking it up, I raise it, taking a deep breath of the bittersweet smell of the tea. I can see Mr Morichi watching me out of the corner of his eye. I hesitate to take a sip, but when Mr Morichi takes a second sip, I tilt the glass enough for the fluid to touch my lips.\n\nI fight the urge to sputter when the bitter fluid reaches my taste buds, and I can see Mr Morichi's face blossom into a broad smile, "Sorry my friend," He says, his tone holding the first real warmth I've detected since meeting him, "I drink my tea bitter, and can not resist the urge to serve it to unsuspecting visitors. Please forgive me this small transgression."\n\n"More sugar?" He asks a moment later, a twinkle in his eye.\n\nSitting down my teacup, "No thank you," I force myself to be pleasant, "I think I'll pass on any more of your tea."\n\n"A shame," Mr Morichi says, his expression turning wistful, "However, in my defense, your expression was exquisite, and the tea helps with virility."\n\nI shoot him a sidelong glance, wanting to say something, but forcing myself to hold my tongue instead.\n\n"It is unfortunate, but I suspect that this is no social call, you wish to ask me about the pastor, or the young man who passed through Wanton Cove a while back?" His tone holds a certainty to it.\n\n"And how did you know that?" I inquire, suddenly cautious.\n\n"No need to be defensive my friend, it seems that all anyone wants to ask me about on this stark island is if I know anything about the pastor who foolishly threw himself from the bluff near my home, or about the ruins here on this island. Since you do not strike me as a treasure hunter or archeologist, its natural for me to assume that you came to the island for some other reason. Which means that either you are here about the pastor's death, or you are here looking for the last person who passed through the area looking for treasure." Mr Morichi gives a little shrug, then takes another long sip of his tea.\n\n"I'm actually curious about both," I admit, his blunt assessment putting me more at ease, "Some of what I've heard about the pastor doesn't add up, but I came to the island looking for my friend Peter's son, Tom."\n\nMr Morichi takes another sip of his tea, looking thoughtful, "Unfortunately, I suspect my answer will prove unsatisfactory on both accounts. Your friend's son Tom, he visited me some time back," He pauses, seeming to think, "Tom, he visited me perhaps a month ago? We spent a couple of afternoons discussing local folklore and what I knew about some of the artifacts and ruins around the island. He was supposed to return the next day, but that was the last I saw of him," His little smile returns, just touching his eyes, "He did not like the tea either, however he forced himself to drink it. It was tremendously entertaining watching his face when I asked him if he would like more," A sound, almost a laugh comes from Mr Morichi, then he takes another sip of his drink before sitting the half empty teacup down.\n\n"He gave me no indication as to where he may be headed next, and in spite of inquiries, I never learned where he had gotten off to," A short pause, then he continues, "It is easy to conclude that your presence means he never returned home."\n\nMr Morichi gestures with his hand dismissively, "I can however shed a little more light on the pastor's death, though it may add a bit of mystery as well. While I did not personally witness his fall to the rocks at the base of the cliffs, after it happened, my butler inspected the area for me. He reported that it looked as if he walked off the edge, his footprints in the mud leading right to the edge as if he never even slowed. One would have thought he would slip on such a steep and muddy slope even if his intent was to fall to his death."\n\nI sit with him for a while longer, listening to Mr Morichi talk about his plants and the view outside of his window, but learn nothing more of value.\n\nWhen I prepare to leave, he calls after me, "Best of luck Mr. <<print $PlayerName2>>, I hope that you are able to find young Tom. Be sure to tell him that his presence is always welcome in my home."\n\n"Thank you," I reply.\n\n"Do not be a stranger my friend, feel free to visit any time you would like."\n\n<</if>><<else>>"It is a pleasure to see you again my friend! Mr Morichi says warmly, gesturing at the chair opposite him. \n\n"Nice to see you too," I reply, taking the offered seat.\n\n"Would you like a cup of tea?" He asks, a tiny smile touching his lips.\n\n"No thank you," I reply, remembering my previous experience with his tea.\n\nMr Morichi lets out a sound, almost a laugh, then pours himself a cup of tea and sits back down, "Have you come to my humble home for a simple visit? Or would you like to talk about something specific?<</if>><</if>>\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<set $Morichi to "Played">><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[May I see Azumi again?]]\n<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]<<set $MorichiMet +=1>>

A flicker of movement catches my eye nearby. \n\nLooking that direction, I see a large window in one of the houses, the curtain pulled back slightly. \n\nFor a split second, I think I can see someone watching me <<if $Day gte 5>>through the rain slicked window <</if>>before the curtain falls back in place.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]

Inside of Vick's cabin, he rushes to the far wall. \n\nI watch the door, assuming he's going for another weapon to defend ourselves with, instead when I glance back at him I see him standing with a first full of small bones.\n\nTaking one more good look out the door towards the treeline, I see no sign of the cultists, then turn my attention back to Vick, “You ok?”\n\nNe nods, but does not reply. Pressing the bones against the wound in his arm, //Looks like a flesh wound, nothing serious// he then uses a piece of cloth to bind them to the wound.\n\n“You have more weapons? We need to be prepared to defend this place. They could attack at any moment.”\n\nVick lets out a bark of laughter, then shakes his head dismissively, “Iss place be sacred,” His words are clearer than normal when he says it, my attention focusing exclusively on him in surprise, “Eh ont ome ere.”\n\n“Why not?” I glance towards the door again, uncertain.\n\nOut of the corner of my eye, I see him shrug, wincing when he moves his injured arm, “Da ame eason //she// one ome ere.” His says through an unhappy sneer.\n\nSensing that the conversation isn't going anywhere useful, I glance out the door again, still seeing none of the cultists. Eventually I turn my attention back to Vick.\n\n[[What's your story?]]\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]\n\n[[Who is SHE?]]\n\n[[Do you know anything about a guy named Tom?]]<<if $Pastor is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 95>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>><<if $VickSex is "Played">><<if $Mutation lte 7>>\n\n[[Have sex with Vick|getVickLink()]]<</if>><</if>>\n\nor\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]

The sidebar display should have just subtracted 1 point of madness.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Madness -= 1>>

"Did you happen to know Pastor Erkon?" I ask, watching his reaction.\n\nPhil lets out a little sigh, "Not well, and the few times I met him, we really didn't get along well."\n\nPhil smirks and lets out a bitter little laugh, "He was always going on about 'Save your soul!' and all I ever wanted was my next beer, and a wench I could shove my cock into." \n\nHis eyes settle on my own, "Its a shame that he killed himself, but I can't really say that I miss him."<<if $Madness gte 2>>\n\nI can't help but consider for a few seconds, whether or not Phil could potentially have a motive to lie to me, but the thought is slippery, like a bar of soap in the shower, not quite forming into something coherent.<<endif>>\n\nAsk about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask Phil about Tom.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Phil about Wanton Cove.]]<<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the White Goo.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>>\n[[Ask Phil about your physical changes.|Ask Phil about your transformation.]]<<endif>><<if $DOneSighting is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the creatures you've seen in the water.]]<<endif>>\n<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>[[Ask Phil about the Ruins.]]\n\n<</if>>\nor\n[[That is all for now. Exit the Shipbuilder's Shack.|Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]

[[return|$return]]\n[[Back to Case Notes|Case Notes]]\n\n<<if $Aaron is "Played">>\n!!Aaron\n[img[images/Aaron Frame.png]]\nA short and portly man with a perpetual look of disgust on his face. His balding head is the proud home of several wisps of brown hair matted to his skull with sweat and grime.\n\nAaron, the bartender at the Barmaid's Daughter, and I suspect the owner of the establishment. Seems friendly enough, and he seems at least a little open about what he knows about Wanton Cove.<<if $SWood is "Played">><<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 10>>After speaking with Ms Sherwood, she suggested that there may be more to Aaron than is immediately obvious, and she appears to be terrified of the man. <<else>>It seems that at least some of the residents of Wanton Cove are scared of him though. \n\n\n<</if>><</if>><</if>><<if $Anne is "Played">>\n!!Lady Anne\n[img[images/Lady Anne Frame.png]]\nLady Margaret Anne lives in the good part of Wanton Cove. The moment I first laid eyes on her, I knew she was not someone to be trifled with. \n\nI have no idea if 'Lady' is part of an official title or not, but she carries herself like someone in a position of complete authority.<<if $AnneCuck is "Played">>\n\nThe power she wields over her husband appears to be absolute and at times, terrifying to behold.\n\nI've never seen a normal person exert such control over another human being, and it makes me wonder how much more there is to this woman than what I can see.<<if $MotherMaybe is "Played">>\n\nFrom what I have learned, there is a very real possibility that Lady Anne is actually Azumi's mother. I need to speak with the woman about this if I am going to learn anything further.<</if>><<elseif $MotherMaybe is "Played">>!!Lady Anne\nWhile I have not met her, Ms Sherwood mentioned that she lives in the better part of Wanton Cove. Ms Sherwood seemed certain that Lady Anne was actually Azumi's mother. I think I should have a talk with this Lady Anne, see if I can't shed some light on this particular mistery.\n\n\n<</if>><</if>><<if $DeweyMeet is "Played">>\n!!Dewey Anne\nSon of Lady Anne and Toby Anne. Dewey is a young man, seeming to be in his late teens. He's got that same larger than life presence as his mother, but without the sense of power and control. Instead, he ooses sex, even around his parents there seems to be a sexual presence. \n\nI don't know for sure what part his sexual apetite plays in the home, but there's no doubt that it //does// play a part. Part of me wonders if his mother controls the home, or if perhaps its his baser appetites might be what shapes the relationships within this household?\n\n\n<<endif>><<if $AnneHusband is "True">>\n!!Toby/Sophie Anne\nThe husband of Lady Anne. He is feminine in appearance and worships his wife with a devotion that seems more than a little unsettling. Whether by command, or because he thinks it pleases his wife, he moves about his home in the nude and seems as if he is trying to look feminine, even with company present.<<if $AnneCuck is "Played">>\n\nBut what is even worse than that is the fanatical way he caters to her every whim. I truly believe he would do anything she asked of him, no matter what it may be.<<endif>>\n\n\n<<endif>><<if $Cobb is "Played">><<if $Compartment is "Gone">>\n!!Cobb\nCobb, the old sailor I originally met near the docks upon first arriving in Wanton Cove. It only takes a glance at his hard features to tell that he grew up the hard way, every trial in his life etched into his features.\n\nIn the short time since I first met him, he has undergone a terrible transformation. His body has become that of a female, and he's started to become something else, . . . something not human.\n\nI told him of the chamger beneath the hurch, the one with the pool of water in its center. I asked him to meet me there so we could talk. Unfortunately that was a terrible mistake. When I arrived to meet him, he was not alone. Three of those hiddeous fish men were raping him. They pulled him under the water before I could do anything to help.\n\nThe look on his face haunts me every time I close my eyes. The fear and helplessness in his eyes were terrible, but the look of betrayal as he reached towards me was what haunts me the most. He never resurfaced, and I assume he is dead, . . . because the alternatives are far worse.\n\n<<else>>\n!!Cobb\nCobb, old sailor I met near the docks. He wears a heavy red and black plaid jacket and a wide brimmed hat that seems to droop under its own weight. His features are hard, like someone who's used to being in the receiving end of every bad thing that comes his way. He has smallish eyes with just a hint of flint to them and a beak like nose that dominates his face.\n\nWarned me to leave while I still could.\n\n<<if $CobbIntimidate is "Duncel">>\n\nSeems our little confrontation on the docks the evening I arrived in Wanton Cove was something he took personal. He tried to get a little revenge by attacking me in town. We ended up roughing each other up a bit before it was all done.<</if>><<if $CobbStreetwise is "Duncel">>\n\nRan into Cobb a second time in town. He seemed paranoid, told me that I should have listened to him and left when he first told me to. He implied that I was in over my head, but he took off before I could ask more.\n\n\n<</if>><</if>><</if>><<if $Gunny is "Played">>\n!!Gunny\nGunny is a friend of Wilson Crow. Wilson's wife said he stepped out to help his friend unload his catch and never came home. Gunny is still out on his boat and has not since returned with his next catch.\n\n\n<<endif>><<if $Crow is "Played">>\n!!Wilson Crow\n<<if $Rose is "Not Played">>Wilson Crow, walks with a limp. Went missing a few days ago. Probably on a fishing trip. I know nothing else of him at this time.<<elseif $Rose is "Played">>>>Wilson Crow, walks with a limp. Went missing a few days ago. Probably on a fishing trip. He's one of the local fishermen and is married to Rose Crow. They live out by the old abandoned Church.<<else>>Wilson Crow walks with a limp, like the female body on the shore would have in life. He went missing a few days ago, though Aaron mentioned he was likely on a fishing trip, his wife says otherwise. She says he was last seen when he left to help his friend Gunny unload his catch at the docks. His wife is troubled, and convinced that her husband is dead. I promised to talk to her again if I am able to learn anything new.\n\n\n<</if>><</if>><<if $Rose is "Played">>\n!!Rose Crow\nRose Crow, wife of Wilson Crow. Lives out by the old abandoned Church with her husband.\n\n\n<</if>><<if $Jackobson is "Not Played">><<if $Jackobson is "Open">>Jackobson, apparently saw Pastor Erkon go up to Brandall's Bluff and throw himself into the sea.<<elseif $Jackobson is "Second">>Mr Jackobson is an angry, and irritating man who seems intent to draw a reaction out of me. He said he liked me, but I sensed that he just liked trying to get under my skin. \n\nHe was apparently the sole witness to Pastor Erkon's suicide.\n\n\n<<else>>\n!!Mr Jackobson\nThe man is used to the weather, it is easy to tell from his leathery skin, tanned from countless hours outside. He has the cold gray eyes of someone who simply doesn't care what anyone thinks of them anymore. An uneven brown beard grows across his face, unkempt and heavily peppered with gray that almost matches his eyes. When I've seen him, he was dressed in heavily patched and stained clothing.\n\nJackobson, apparently saw Pastor Erkon go up to Brandall's Bluff and throw himself into the sea.\n\n\n<</if>><</if>><<if $Felix is "Played">>\n!!Felix\nFelix Sherwood, Ms Sherwood's brother. He is a fisherman and is currently out on a fishing trip. He lives with his sister, supporting both of them through what he makes while fishing.\n\n\n<</if>><<if $Twins is "Played">>\n!!Fae & Mae Lebron\n[img[images/Red.png]][img[images/Blue.png]]\nThe girls are twins, completely indistinguishable from one another. They're beautiful blonds with, lets just say, generous bosoms. The way they finish each other's sentences is off putting at times, though their relentless flirtations make it feel a bit like a stage act rather than creepy. It would seem their sexual appetites match their flirtatious nature.\n\n\n<</if>><<if $Morichi is "True">>\n!!Mr Morichi\n[img[images/Morichi Frame.png]]\nMr Morichi is an odd little man. I've found him to be surprisingly open when talking with me, though like everyone I've met in Wanton Cove, I know he has his secrets. He's smart and more refined than most of the people I have met here on the island. It's almost as if he is unaffected by this island and whatever is happening here. He lives in the mansion up on the bluff overlooking the town of Wanton Cove.\n\n\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter is 1>>\n!!Azumi Morichi\n[img[images/Azumi Frame.png]]\nWhile I have not met Mr Morichi's daughter, or know much about her, it would seem that Mr Morichi has a daughter who is a true hermaphrodite. He says that he has her confined to her own room for her safety. Hermaphrodites are something I have heard of, but never actually encountered before. It may be interesting to meet her at some point.\n\n<<elseif $MorichiDaughter is 2>>\n!!Azumi Morichi\n[img[images/Azumi Frame.png]]\nWhile I have yet to meet Azumi, it seems that Mr Morichi has a daughter named Azumi who is a true hermaphrodite. While I have tried to learn more about her, Mr Morichi seems evasive when talking about her for some reason. With as forward as he's been with me about other things, it begs the question of why. Is he merely ashamed of his child, or is there something else? I may have to find some way to meet her since Mr Morichi does not seem inclined to introduce me to her.\n\n<<elseif $MorichiDaughter is 3>>\n!!Azumi Morichi\n[img[images/Azumi Frame.png]]\nAzumi Morichi is a true hermaphrodite, something that I've never encountered before meeting her. She is a truly beautiful girl with shoulder length black hair and soft brown eyes. My meeting with her was, . . . troubling to say the least. I honestly don't know if I look forward to seeing her again, or dread the thought.\n\n<<elseif $MorichiDaughter gte 4>>\n!!Azumi Morichi\n[img[images/Azumi Frame.png]]\nAzumi Morichi is a true hermaphrodite, something that I've never encountered before meeting her. She is a truly beautiful girl with shoulder length black hair and soft brown eyes. She frightens me somewhat, though she is //friendly// and has shown no inclination towards being anything but warm towards me. Unless I am mistaken, she lacks human contact much of the time, which in turn has made her crave it desperately.\n\n\n<</if>><<if $Sherwood is "Played">>\n!!Ms Sherwood\n[img[images/Sherwood Frame.png]]\nA mouse of a woman, small of stature and a slightly fearful look in her eyes that some men would find endearing. She never seems to know what to do with her hands. Her brown hair is pulled back in a tight bun that makes it difficult to tell how long it might be. She always seems to be dressed nicely, as if prepared to attend church at any moment.\n\nMs Sherwood, skittish and scared. I don't know if she was scared of Aaron on the waterfront, or just men in general. <<if $Cross is "Played">>From the religious paintings and Bible in her home, I suspect she is a religious woman. <<if $Felix is "Played">>Her brother supports her with what he earns fishing, while she stays at home. \n\n\n<</if>><</if>><</if>><<if $Nadia is "Played">>\n!!Nadia\n[img[images/Nadia Frame.png]]\nA middle aged woman with heavily weathered skin. The brown tone of her skin is clearly not all from exposure to the sun. She has long dark brown hair that hangs down her back and eyes filled with mischief. The laugh lines on her face mark her as a woman who smiles often, in spite of the almost startling absence of one of her front teeth.\n\nShe's the flirtatious owner of the General Store in Wanton Cove. <<if $ChurchAlternate is "True">>I get the impression that she knows more than she is letting on, and that she wants to help, but something has her spooked.\n\n\n<</if>><</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">><<if $PastorConfront is "Played">>!! Pastor Victor Erkon\n[img[images/Pastor Erkon Frame.png]][img[images/Victor Frame.png]]\nPastor Erkon was the Pastor of Wanton Cove until about four hears ago. He presumably committed suicide by jumping from Brandall's Bluff.\n\nThe truth however is much more complicated. It seems that he had become increasingly unhinged in the time leading up to his staged suicide. The suicide apparently happening after a confrontation with Azumi.\n\nWhile I do not have all of the details, it would seem that his suicide was staged, and the people of Wanton Cove were none the wiser about his deception. It would seem that he has lived in the forest ever sense. He is clearly insane, but some of what he says makes sense. He claims that everything is coming to a head, that //something// is about to happen, though he was not clear on what exactly that something was.\n\n<<else>>\n!!Pastor Erkon\n[img[images/Pastor Erkon Frame.png]]\nPastor Erkon was the Pastor of Wanton Cove until about four years ago. He started behaving oddly before committing suicide by jumping from Brandall's Bluff.<<if $babyAzumi isnot "Not Played" && $Cabin is "Played">>\n\nAfter speaking with Mr Morichi and seeing a picture in his photo album, I have reason to believe that Pastor Erkon and Vick may be one and the same.<</if>>\n\n<</if>><</if>><<if $Phil is "Played">>\n!!Phil\nA powerfully built man with a body built like a cask. He has short but thinning blonde hair on his head, but his chest seems to make up for it with a virtual rug of curly blonde chest hair. \n\nPhil is the local shipbuilder. Seems focused on his work. When I've spoken to him, he always seems to know just a little bit about anything I've thought to ask about. \n\n\n<</if>><<if $Prostitute is "Gone">>!!Tom/Tanya\n[img[images/Tanya Frame.png]]\nIt would seem that Wanton Cove has changed Tom, . . in very profound ways. Something has happened that has turned him into a woman, and how he works as a prostitute in the Barmaid's Daughter. \n\nShe, and its hard to think of Tom as anything but Tanya now, is a pretty little thing, and perhaps even more friendly than they were as a child. She has long red hair that hangs to her shoulders that has just a hint of wave to it. She has sharp green eyes and just a hint of freckles along her nose and along her plunging neckline.\n\nShe stole the old book I found beneath the church and left a note about using it to cure herself of her transformation. She's going to get an ear full the next time I see her. <<elseif $Prostitute is "Played">><<if $TomTanya is "Revealed">>\n!!Tom/Tanya\n[img[images/Tanya Frame.png]]\nIt would seem that Wanton Cove has changed Tom, . . in very profound ways. Something has happened that has turned him into a woman, and how he works as a prostitute in the Barmaid's Daughter. \n\nShe, and its hard to think of Tom as anything but Tanya now, is a pretty little thing, and perhaps even more friendly than they were as a child. She has long red hair that hangs to her shoulders that has just a hint of wave to it. She has sharp green eyes and just a hint of freckles along her nose and along her plunging neckline.<<else>>\n!!Tanya\n[img[images/Tanya Frame.png]]\nA lady of the night who plies her wares out of the Barmaid's Daughter. She's a pretty little thing, and friendly as well. She has long red hair that hangs to her shoulders that has just a hint of wave to it. She has sharp green eyes and just a hint of freckles along her nose and along her plunging neckline. Seems she arrived in Wanton Cove around the same time Tom left.\n\n\n<<endif>><<endif>><<if $Tom is "Played">><<if $TomTanya is "Revealed">><<else>>\n!!Tom\n[img[images/Tom Frame.png]]\nTom Duntell, son of my old partner Peter, has gone missing. I'm seeking clues to his whereabouts.\n\n\n<<endif>><<endif>><<if $Vick is "Played">>\n!!Vick\n[img[images/Victor Frame.png]]\nA rail thin man with clothes that look like they could fall apart at any moment. Every inch of his body that can be seen is covered in a thick layer or soot and filth. His long unkept hair is a tangled mess with bits of bone woven into it.\n\nVick is a recluse, living out in the woods near Wanton Cove. He's obviously unhinged, and just being in his presence is enough to leave me uneasy. But at the same time, something tells me that he could very well be the key to understanding all of this.<<if $babyAzumi isnot "Not Played" && $Cabin is "Played">>\n\nAfter speaking with Mr Morichi and seeing a picture in his photo album, I have reason to believe that Pastor Erkon and Vick may be one and the same.<</if>><</if>>\n\n[[Back to Case Notes|Case Notes]]\n\n[[return|$return]]\n

<<if $cave is 3 && $Day gte 7 && $Vick is "Played">>Over the sound of the storm, the rain falling between the leaves of trees in a steady stream to the ground below punctuated by the occasional rumble of thunder, I can hear something else.\n\n//Its coming from the Cathedral.// I realize, my pace quickening even as my posture changes to move more stealthily.\n\nI can just make out the gaping maw in the earth through the trees when I finally figure out what I'm hearing, //Chanting of some sort.//\n\nWhen the cave becomes clearer, my pace slows, my hand drifting beneath my jacket to rest on my trusty .38 Special.\n\nFinally reaching the cave, I remain near the side of the opening, looking deeper into the cave. I can't see a lot from where I am, but at the same time I'm uncertain how visible I would be if I tried to enter.\n\nThe interior of the cave is well lit, I can see several light sources from my vantage point. There are torches being held by dark robed people in the room, as well as a host of candles lighting the stone table.\n\nMy eyes widen at the scene I see unfolding before me. In addition to the robed figures standing in a loose circle around the raised pillar with the candles, //Six, eight of them? Its hard to tell from here with any certainty, there may be more just outside of where I can see.// I can also see three additional people at the raised area itself. \n\nI want to rush into the cave, gun in hand as I realize that the naked woman is somehow secured to the table, //Looks like chains from here,// She just lies there, unmoving, though I can hear her sobs blending with the guttural chanting coming from the other people present.\n\nBetween her legs is a man, his pale body painted in red patterns like the ones I've seen before. Each symbol seems to glow with some inner light against his skin. His thrusts into the woman's cunt are rapid and starting to become erratic. Its clear that he will achieve orgasm very soon.\n\nA growl of frustration rises up in my throat, like bile after eating bad food. I'm not even sure when I drew it from its holster, but the usually comforting weight of my .38 Special rests heavily in my hand. //There's too many of them, even if I wanted to help, all I could hope to accomplish is to get myself killed.//\n\nThe third naked figure moves from the side of the pillar, moving behind the other naked man. This third figure is endowed with the largest manhood I've ever laid eyes on, fully erect. Like the first man, he too has a series of patterns, or glyphs, painted across his body. The difference between their appearances seems to primarily be the fact that the second man is wearing a kind of black cowl that covers his face, as well as the wicked looking curved knife in his hand.\n\nThe first man thrusts forward, his head throwing back as he finally reaches orgasm. From where I am hiding, I can see his ass clench powerfully as he tries to push deeper into her, spilling his seed into her depths. \n\nA helpless cry comes from the woman, the sound playing counterpoint to the groan of pleasure coming from the man on top of her.\n\nWhat happens next roots me to the spot in shock and horror. The second man reaches out, grabbing the first man's chin from behind with one hand. With the other, he draws his knife across the first man's throat. \n\nBlood gushes forward like a geyser from the man's slit throat. The arterial spray splashing crimson across the woman's pale body. The woman's cry becomes a shriek, her arms and legs flailing helplessly against the chains binding her to the spot.\n\nThe dying man makes no motion to save himself, his hands remaining on the woman's hips as he shudders. When his body finally starts to slump, the second man ctouches behind him reaching towards the first man's crotch, a chill goes through me and I wretch as the knife wielding man parts the still dying man's manhood from his body. Having taken what he wants, the second man shoves him to the side, the lifeless body tumbling to the ground beside the raised pillar.\n\nThe chanting reaches a new pitch, and though I understand none of what is being said, the words change as well.\n\nWith his free hand, the second man reaches down, taking hold of his cock with a bloody hand and starting to stroke himself. He must have been nearly there already because his hand only transverses his length three times before he begins to cum, spraying his seed across the blood soaked woman. \n\nA rush of wind washes over me from inside of the cave. I can see several of the candles, and at least one of the torches, go out suddenly. The chanting devolves into murmuring of confusion. With a sound of frustration, the knife wielding man drops the severed penis in his hand, then falls upon the woman knife first, plunging the blade into her chest several times before rolling off of her. \n\nHe makes an odd gesture towards the others, then every robed figure turns their head to look at me at once.\n\nEven though I can feel myself on the verge of tears, //I should have done something to save her,// I stumble back a step, //If I'd have done anything, I'd have just gotten myself killed too,// every one of the cloaked figures reaches into their robes, producing knives similar to the ones the man crouched on the altar is carrying, //Run <<print $PlayerName>>,// My survival instinct screams at me suddenly. \n\nUnable to fully process what I just witnessed, my mind is in a fog as I turn to run.\n\nSomewhere behind me, I can hear the sounds of pursuit.\n[[Continue.|Pursuit]]<<set $cave = 4>><<elseif $cave is 4>>My stomach ties itself in knots as I begin to enter the cave. My eyes flickering to every place someone could potentially hide. With flashlight in hand, I point the beam of light into the darkest places, chasing the shadows from those deep crevasses as I cautiously make my way towards the stone table the dominates the chamber ahead of me. \n\nReaching the large flat pillar, I turn in a slow circle, searching one last time for any signs that I might not be alone. Seeing but the shifting shadows created by my flashlight, I turn my attention to what I came to see.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>”I know that you're there,” I babble at the shadows that seem to shift and dance at the edge of my vision. \n\nI close my eyes tightly, trying to will the shadows away before opening my eyes again. If anything, the shadows seem closer than before.\n\n“Come out,” There is a slight tremor in my voice, “Its not like I can do anything about you anyway.”\n\nMomentarily, the shadows appear to retreat, pulling tight to the places they belong. But somehow I can feel in the pit of my stomach that //she// is still watching.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 2>>I feel increasingly uneasy, the shadows at the edge of my vision seeming to shift subtly whenever I am not paying close attention to them. \n\nA soft mumbling sound causes me to tilt my head, seeking the source. The sound stops as I realize that it is me speaking under my breath. \n\nI nearly choke on the desperate laughter that threatens to follow. Feeling suddenly confined in the massive chamber, and with a chill settling into my bones, I force my attention back to the task at hand.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 1>>Out of the corner of my eye, I think I see a shadow shift unnaturally. I pivot, directing my flashlight in that direction. After a few seconds and no sign of whatever I might have seen, I reluctantly turn my attention back to the task at hand. In the back of my mind, I have to wonder if I am perhaps not alone here.\n\n[[Continue.|Cave Alternate]]<<else>><<endif>>The pillar itself is clearly covered in blood, //It's no wonder, between the man's throat being slit, and that poor woman,// the fresher crimson looks wet, tacky, against the maroon of the older dried blood across the surface of the pillar\n\nMy flashlight passes over the surface slowly, trying to take in every detail from the pooled blood in the little divots in the surface of the stone, to the droplets dried on the dirty ivory of the unlit candles.\n\n//They must have taken the bodies somewhere,// I raise the flashlight, shining it deeper into the cave in the hopes of seeing some sing of where the bodies might have been taken, but seeing no immediate indication, I return to my inspection of the crime scene.\n\nTaking a couple of steps back, I start to make a slow circle around the pillar, flashlight shining at the ground between me and the stone. In the rocky ground, I can see signs of activity, scuffs and partial footprints in the dust, all broken by the occasional signs of dried blood.\n\nAfter circling a second time, I stop, sighing. //This isn't getting me anywhere? Who was the woman? Who was the man, and why did they kill him too? It was clear that he was somehow part of the group,// I shiver as a chill goes through me, remembering the horrible ritual I had stumbled across in this cave the last time I visited it.\n\nAbsently, I close my eyes, taking a deep breath that I instantly regret, //Why does blood have to smell like copper?//\n\nWhen I open my eyes again, I look over the scene one more time, then start looking for any sign of where the bodies may have gone. It doesn't take me long before my shoulders slump in defeat.<<else>>I can't help but be impressed at the massive cave as I look around the immediate area. Bushes and small trees are eeking out an existence among the small cracks in the rocks around the opening. \n\nThe cave is broad at its opening, large enough for a small house to fit comfortably within. But deeper, it seems shrouded in shadow. I get a sense of immensity from the space, but I can not see the back, or even the sides, of the interior.\n\nI take a slow breath, <<if $Flashlight is "true">>Reaching for my flashlight, I prepare to search the cave.\n\n<<cavelink "Enter the cave.">>\n\n<<else>>realizing I'm going to need a light source to search this area.\n\n<</if>>[[Back to the Trail.|Take the North fork of the trail.]]<<set $cave = 2>><<endif>>\n\n

Ahead of me on the path, I see someone walking. The figure is wearing a long, dull brown jacket and a wide brimmed hat. Whoever it is, doesn't seem to notice me.\n\nQuietly, I try to start closing the distance between us, but I barely take a dozen steps before [[I lose sight on the figure.|Trail]]

<<set $random to random(1,5)>><<if $random is 1>>[img[images/Title.jpg]]<<else>>[img[images/Allure island title B.png]]<</if>>\n\nI spent nearly twenty-five years on the force. \n\nIn that time, I had convinced myself that mankind was at the root of all this world's evil. The things a person is capable of doing to another human being are truly horrible. I'd seen the worst this world had to offer, or so I thought.\n\n[[Tell us a little about yourself.]]

//It only takes a second for me to decide I want nothing to do with the orgy unfolding in the tavern below, real or not.\n\nAlmost as soon as I make my decision, my feet are moving, nearly running in my haste to return to the relative safety of my room.\n\nThe second I am through the door, I close it behind myself, double checking the lock before letting out a deep breath I had not realized I was holding. My arousal leaves my loins aching.\n\n//What the hell, I’ve had strange dreams since coming here, but this is on a whole different level. //\n\nMy eyes flicker about the darkened room, and as my pulse finally starts to slow, I make my way back to the bed.// <<if $Taint lte 39>>//\n\nIn bed, I absently let my hand stray to my rigid member, stroking my cock slowly as I remember the scene down in the tavern. \n\nMy movements become a steady rhythm that coaxes me closer and closer to an inevitable outcome. My hips jerk as I begin to spray my seed, plastering the inside of my underwear and the sheets of my bed with a sticky mess.\n\nWhen I have finished, I turn my eyes towards the window of my room, waiting to wake from my dream. All the while, the darkness persists, punctuated by the occasional flash of lightning from the storm still raging outside.\n\nSlowly, the light outside my window seems to brighten slightly with the coming day, punctuated with the occasional flash of lightning from the continuing storm. \n\nClosing my eyes tightly, I try to will myself to sleep. //\n\nSighing heavily, and still haunted by the dream I had last night, . . . and the fact I do not remember actually sleeping at all, . . . I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Morning.]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>//\n\nIn bed, I absently let my hand stray to my diminished penis, stroking my cock slowly as I remember the scene down in the tavern. It’s not long before it throbs with the need for release.\n\nMy movements become a steady rhythm that coaxes me closer and closer to an inevitable outcome. My hips jerk as I begin to spray my seed, plastering the inside of my underwear and the sheets of my bed with a sticky mess.\n\nWhen I have finished, I turn my eyes towards the window of my room, waiting to wake from my dream. All the while, the darkness persists, punctuated by the occasional flash of lightning from the storm still raging outside.\n\nSlowly, the light outside my window seems to brighten slightly with the coming day, punctuated with the occasional flash of lightning from the continuing storm. \n\nClosing my eyes tightly, I try to will myself to sleep. //\n\nSighing heavily, and still haunted by the dream I had last night, . . . and the fact I do not remember actually sleeping at all, . . . I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Morning.]]<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>//\n\nIn bed, I absently let my hand stray to my tiny penis. At first, I try to take it in hand, but quickly realize that it’s too small now to masturbate normally. My mind flashes to the way the person in the tavern was masturbating. I try again, just using my fingers to take hold of my quivering clit like penis. \n\nIt only takes me a few seconds to accustom myself to this new way of handling my penis.\n\nMy movements become a steady rhythm over the next minute that coaxes me closer and closer to an inevitable outcome. My hips jerk as I begin to spray my seed, plastering the inside of my underwear and the sheets of my bed with a sticky mess.\n\nWhen I have finished, I turn my eyes towards the window of my room, waiting to wake from my dream. All the while, the darkness persists, punctuated by the occasional flash of lightning from the storm still raging outside.\n\nSlowly, the light outside my window seems to brighten slightly with the coming day, punctuated with the occasional flash of lightning from the continuing storm. \n\nClosing my eyes tightly, I try to will myself to sleep. //\n\nSighing heavily, and still haunted by the dream I had last night, . . . and the fact I do not remember actually sleeping at all, . . . I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Morning.]]<<else>>//\n\nOnce beneath the covers, my hands stray between my legs to find my sticky hot pussy. I’m not even aware of what I’m doing until my eyes widen at the sensation of one of my fingers finding my clit.\n\nI start to pull my hands away, but the aching need that fills the void where my penis once was demands attention. Instead, I use one hand to spread the petals of my vagina while a single finger from the other glides between my folds. Shuddering, I explore my new sex, a second finger joining the first as they probe my new opening. Meanwhile, my thumb rests on my clit, causing a delightful buzz of arousal to build from that point. \n\nClosing my eyes, I allow myself to become lost in the sensations.\n\nMy movements become a steady rhythm over the next minute that coaxes me closer and closer to an inevitable outcome. My hips jerk as my pussy convulses, a flood of fluid surging forth to soak my hands, underwear, and the sheets of my bed with a sticky wet mess.\n\nIt takes me several minutes to come down from the natural high, my thoughts slowly returning to my circumstances.\n\nWhen I have finished, I turn my eyes towards the window of my room, waiting to wake from my dream. All the while, the darkness persists, punctuated by the occasional flash of lightning from the storm still raging outside.\n\nSlowly, the light outside my window seems to brighten slightly with the coming day, punctuated with the occasional flash of lightning from the continuing storm. \n\nClosing my eyes tightly, I try to will myself to sleep. //\n\nSighing heavily, and still haunted by the dream I had last night, . . . and the fact I do not remember actually sleeping at all, . . . I get out of bed and start getting ready for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Morning.]] <<endif>>\n

At 48 years of age, I've served my country through the end of the great war. Afterwards, I joined the force, spent almost twenty-five years trying to make the streets a safer place. Two of that was spent trying to solve a case that couldn't be solved. I turned in my badge when they told me to file the case away and move on.\n\nI've lived the two years since at the bottom of a bottle.\n\nI was never a particularly large man. Standing at 5' 10" and 180lbs. \n\nMy square jaw perpetually sports about three days' worth of stubble, just a hint of gray near the temples. My brown hair is thick, but cut short.\n\nAbove my beak like nose, my gray eyes are sharp and alert. \n\nI'm not fat, but I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a hint of belly on me, a bit of fat over what was once a well toned body back in my prime.\n\n[[Continue.|NG2]]

My opponent looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nThe heavy rain falling fills the area with a dull roar. Water flows off of dilapidated rooftops to splash into muddy ditches. \n\nAs I move in the street, the mud clings to my boots making them feel heavy and slow.\n\nStanding in the mud caked road, the sounds of your fight temporarily drown out the sound of the wind and rain.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at your opponent.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with your First Aid Kit, you tend the worst of your wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> You turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by your opponent's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostSlum]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tYour opponent slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from your attacker! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou attacker's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostSlum]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tYour opponent throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostSlum]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nYour opponent attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tYour assailant disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tYour opponent fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering your opponent, you [[flee from your attacker.|Run down part of town.][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextslum]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextslum]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: \n\t[[Punch him|SlumFight][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\t[[Shoot him|SlumFight][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|SlumFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|SlumFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|SlumFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|SlumFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|SlumFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|SlumFight][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

The sidebar display should have just added 5 points of depravity.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Depravity += 5>>

As I approach the park, I hear a "Caw!" from one of the trees.\n\nI turn my attention to the sound only to see a large crow perched in one of the nearest trees to me.\n\n"Caw!" From another tree.\n\n"Caw! Caw! Caw!" Other crows begin to cry out. \n\nI notice dozens of large crows around me in the park in groups of half a dozen or more. \n\n"Caw!" I can see that all of the crows appear to be focused on me, their beady black eyes turned my direction.\n\nWith the hairs on the back of my neck beginning to stand on end, the crows suddenly stop crying out, their silent stares boring into me.\n\nUneasy, I take a hesitant step backwards, hoping to slip back out of the park in an effort to remove myself from the unnatural scene.\n\nI barely finish taking the step when all the crows take flight all at once. \n\nI throw my arms up to shield my face as the large crows take to the air, I can feel the air around me moving with the beating of their wings.\n\nWhen I finally lower my arms, I look around. The only sign that the murder of crows was ever in the park is a single black feather in the grass near the fountain.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]

Inevitably, my footsteps lead me into the dense underbrush toward the sounds.\n\nThen one step to the next, the sound abruptly stops. I pause, my eyes drifting over my surroundings. \n\nThe foliage seems darker here, thick vines hanging everywhere, //Why didn't I notice those before?// Several large flowers are in full bloom, opened and glistening in a dark shade of red. The patterns and shapes of the flowers remind me of a woman's vagina, spread and inviting.\n\nAlmost in perfect unison, the flowers quiver, the same moaning sound from before filling the air as they release some form of pink spore into the air. I'm standing far too close to even consider trying to dodge.\n\n<<if $glade is "true">>//This again,// I think with a chill even though my body reacts with arousal. I gasp, taking in more of the spores in the process of doing so. The arousal that courses through my body is nearly enough to bring me to my knees\n\n<<else>>//What the hell is this?// I wonder, my body reacting to the spores with a surge of arousal that nearly drops me to my knees.\n\n<<set $glade to "true">><</if>>All around me I can sense movement, but I'm too far gone already to put up more than a token resistance. \n\n[[Continue.|TentacleFlowers Rape]]

window.getRuinsLink = function () {\n\tvar\tchance = random(1, 2);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 1) {\n\t\tpassage = "Continue into the ruins.";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = commonRuinsEvents();\n\t}\n\n\treturn taintLink(passage);\n};\n

"Tell me about the town." I say.\n\nHe seems to consider for a couple of seconds, absently wiping the bar with a dirty rag, "Not much to tell really." He spits on the bar, then uses the saliva to rub at a stain in the bar's surface for a few seconds, "it's a fishing village. Most of us are poor, most everyone else has left." He shrugs.\n\nAsk about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>><<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<</if>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<</if>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<</if>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]<</if>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<</if>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\nor\n[[Step away from the Bartender.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

Four years earlier.\n\n//Walking towards the alley, I could see pale faced cops standing on the sidewalk, blocking the way into the dimly lit alleyway.\n\nAs I approach, another cop rushes out of the alley before bending double and emptying the contents of his stomach onto the street.\n\nI take a step to one side to avoid the worst of the mess, and meet the eye of Captain Steiner.\n\n"Detective <<print $PlayerName2>>," Captain Steiner meets my eyes. He's clearly rattled by whatever is in the alley, "Hope you have a stronger stomach than the rest of us." His tone is distant, like he's disassociating himself from whatever they found.\n\n"Show me the way," I say. I can already smell the coppery scent of blood on the air.\n\nCaptain Steiner nods, then waves for me to follow.\n\nThe alley is dark, and narrow, not quite wide enough to drive an automobile down. The only light I can see down the damp corridor between the two warehouses is coming from a couple of flashlights a short distance ahead.\n\nWithout really thinking about it, I pull my flashlight and thumb it on, lighting the way.\n\nWhen I see a hint of blood lazily running from down the alley, pooling in a puddle a couple of paces ahead, I make a point of stepping around it. \n\n"Must be a lot of blood?" I make it half question, half statement. Captain Steiner turns his head to meet my eyes. I'd swear that he's three shades lighter than when we entered the alley. He doesn't say anything as he continues towards the crime scene.\n\nAs we near the crime scene, the blood on the ground has become so abundant that it's impossible not to step in it as we approach. //Just how many victims are there?// \n\nI begin to slow, an uneasy feeling settling over me, as if my skin doesn't fit quite right. My eyes travel towards where the other officer's flashlights are pointed.\n\nThere are strange symbols, painted in broad red swaths of color along the walls. It takes me a few seconds to realize that it's blood.\n\nI don't know how long I stood there, looking at the symbols, but I became aware of Captain Steiner looking at me expectantly, as if anticipating me saying something.\n\nI take a deep breath and force myself to direct my flashlight to the one place that everyone seems to be avoiding looking, the middle of the alley between the two murals of blood.\n\nFor several heartbeats, it's as if my mind can't quite acknowledge what I'm looking at. \n\nLaying in the middle of a small sea of blood is a porcelain white body, an almost startling contrast with the crimson that surrounds it.\n\nWatching where I step, my heart roaring in my ears, I move slowly closer to the scene. \n\nIt quickly becomes obvious that this is no ordinary body. Some distant part of my mind tells me that I'm looking at multiple victims, a patchwork of body parts all sewn together to create this horrible, beautiful, abomination before me.\n\nI fight down the bile at the back of my throat and force myself to //really// look at the body. It looks like most of the victims were female, possibly with a single male victim.\n\nThe arms, legs are feminine, the torso sporting what is probably C-cup breasts with perfect pale nipples at their peaks. Between its legs is a penis, probably ten inches long even limp.\n\nAround me, the others are all watching me, seeing how I respond to what is before me. But I don't care. I shine my flashlight higher on the body until the beam of light reaches its head.\n\nA fan of long black hair is spread out around the head like a black aurora. For a split second, I think that the head has been attached backwards, but the more horrifying truth is that there is a layer of skin stretched over the face and sewn into place, making it look like the head has no face.\n\n[[Next]]\n\n

//Tap!// The sound comes from my window, drawing my attention that direction. For several long seconds, I watch the window, searching for the source of the sound. All I see outside the window is the roof of the building across the alley.\n\nI barely turn my head away from the window before I hear it again, //Tap!//\n\nThis time, I step up to the window, looking for the sound's source. //Tap! Tap!// My eyes flicker about the muddy alley below, //Tap!//\n\nMy eyes finally settle on a loose shutter on the building across the alley. As I watch, I see the wind catch it again, swinging it away from the window it was made to protect, then slamming closed again with a loud //Tap!//\n\nTaking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I watch the alley for several more seconds before [[stepping away from the window again.|Your room.]]

[[Adult content]] warning. If you are under 18, or you are easily offended, then please leave now. Otherwise, I hope that you enjoy the game!\n\n!HOW TO PLAY THIS GAME:\nYour character's stats have the potential to have a huge bearing on how the game plays. \n\nFor example: A character with a low Perception score may only get a basic description of a scene, a character with a middling Perception score may notice some details that people with low scores will not, and a character with a high Perception score may even notice subtle details. \n\nIn other words, pay attention EVERY TIME YOU PLAY, otherwise, you may miss important details.\n\nAlso, unlike most twine games, doing the same thing more than once can result in different outcomes. And some encounters/events can be randomly generated. Visit places more than once, talk to people whenever you've moved the story along, talked to someone new, or visited a new place, there's a possibility that something new might happen the next time you inspect something or talk to someone.\n\nPS: Some people may find this game to be frightening or unsettling in nature. Play at your own risk, I will not be held accountable for any therapy you decide you need after playing this game.\n\n[[Play the game.]]\n\nBecome a parton on Patreon! Gain access to Patreon only polls, exclusive art, and a Cheat Menu!\nhttps://www.patreon.com/user?u=3879205\n\n//The WantonVerse Wiki, where you can find information about all of Aftermath Team's games. Including overviews of games, hints and conditions for various content, and almost anything else you might want to know about our games. http://wantonverse.wikia.com/wiki/WantonVerse_Wiki\n\n[[Special Thanks]]\n\n[[Changelog:]]\n

<<if $Taint lte 54>>A soft whining sound escapes the Deep One's wide lips as she looms above me.\n\nThe thing reaches for me, its wet claws glistening in the dim daylight. I tense, preparing to attempt a desperate escape, but the way the creature tenses up causes me to stop. //If I try to run, it's just going to hurt me worse than it already has.// \n\nEven as the thought crosses my mind, I'm not sure that I'm making the correct decision or not.\n\nThe Deep One reaches for me a second time. It's too large eyes are focused on me with an unsettling intensity. I feel like it's trying to express something through that look, but whatever it is, I'm either too scared to understand, or the creature is simply too alien to express itself in a way I understand.\n\nIt's claws hook my pants, cutting my flesh as it tries to grip them and pull them off. The cuts are incidental, but they still hurt. \n\nAnother sound comes from the female Deep One, this time it almost sounds curios, but there is no change in it's behavior, so I am unsure what it could mean.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 7>>I am terrified when the thing reaches for my cock, afraid that more than a casual touch will either shred it or rip it free of my loins. But instead of harming me, it just brushes my cock gently.\n\nWhen I was a teenager, a stiff breeze could give me an erection. More recently in my life, I have to work for it just a little harder but not much. Even so, being terrified while a hideous inhuman creature fondles my cock is //not// one of the ways I ever expected to get an erection. \n\nApparently pleased at the sight of my cock hardening at it's touch, it's thin greenish lips curl into a semblance of a smile.\n\nBetween it's own legs, it reaches it's free hand down and touches itself. I can see a slit in it's skin. When her clawed finger slips inside, it spreads the sides enough for me to notice that the flesh inside appears pink.\n\n//It's going to fuck me?// I think with anxious fascination as it moves closer again. This time it crouches over me, poising my cock upward with exaggerated care //Or maybe not so exaggerated given how dangerous those claws are,// then lowers itself into me.\n\nThe Deep One's vagina is slick and wet, but what is unusual is how cold she is inside combined with the slightly rubbery feel that engulfs my cock.\n\nHer head swivels slightly, looking at me with one, then the other eye over and over again as it rides my cock. I don't know if it's watching my expression for kicks or it has some other intention, but either way I imagine the mix of fear and arousal in my features has to be memorable.\n\nIt takes a while, but I eventually feel the need to cum rising up within me. I can feel my cock swell, my balls pulling tight against my body as they prepare to release their cargo. \n\nThe Deep One must sense how close I am as well because it chooses that moment to ride me harder, it's pace more than doubling as it tries to make me cum. \n\nIt doesn't have to wait long. With a throaty growl, my hips jerk of their own accord as my seed fills her depths. \n\nWhen I finish, I feel her cunt clamp down on me with alarming strength. My eyes widen in fear that this //thing// is about to sever my most precious appendage.\n\nI need not have worried though, it slides slowly up my cock until I slip free of it's freshly used hole.\n\nWhen it stands, I can barely make out where it's pussy is. Only a hint of my cum indicating where it's entrance is.\n\nI draw in a shuddering breath, trying to recover from the ordeal as I watch the Deep One. The Deep One however seems to have completely lost interest in me. \n\nIt's gaze sweeps over our immediate surroundings, then it pivots and bounds off in a kind of staggered run.\n\n<<set $Mutation +=1>><<else>>A mixture of fear and revulsion ensures that no matter how many times the creature touches me, I am simply incapable of gaining an erection.\n\nAfter a minute, the Deep one lets out an angry hiss punctuated by some kind of clicking sound deep in it's throat. The last thing I see is it's massive webbed hand descending on my face. It's powerful fingers wrap around my head and lift me off the ground. Then so fast I barely know what's happening even as it happens, he slams me into the ground, shrouding my world in darkness as I loose consciousness.\n\nI am uncertain how long after that I finally regain consciousness, but there is no sign of my assailant when I force my eyes to open once more.\n\n<</if>>A short while later, I regain my strength enough to climb back to my feet and get my soggy clothes back in order.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>A soft whining sound escapes the Deep One's wide lips as she looms above me.\n\nThe thing reaches for me, its wet claws glistening in the dim daylight. I tense, preparing to attempt a desperate escape, but the way the creature tenses up causes me to stop. //If I try to run, it's just going to hurt me worse than it already has.// \n\nEven as the thought crosses my mind, I'm not sure that I'm making the correct decision or not.\n\nThe Deep One reaches for me a second time. It's too large eyes are focused on me with an unsettling intensity. I feel like it's trying to express something through that look, but whatever it is, I'm either too scared to understand, or the creature is simply too alien to express itself in a way I understand.\n\nIt's claws hook my pants, cutting my flesh as it tries to grip them and pull them off. The cuts are incidental, but they still hurt. \n\nAnother sound comes from the female Deep One, this time it almost sounds curios, but there is no change in it's behavior, so I am unsure what it could mean.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 7>>I am terrified when the thing reaches for my cock, afraid that more than a casual touch will either shred it or rip it free of my loins. But instead of harming me, it just brushes my cock gently.\n\nWhen I was a teenager, a stiff breeze could give me an erection. More recently in my life, I have to work for it just a little harder but not much. Even this pathetic excuse for a cock now between my legs seems to be as easily aroused as I have ever been.\n\nGiven the kinds of things that have aroused me recently, I suppose that being terrified while a hideous inhuman creature fondles my cock shouldn't surprise me that it would bring my manhood, or rather what is left of it, to full mast. \n\nThe female Deep One makes a sound deep in it's chest at the sight of my cock. While I can not say for sure, if I had to guess what it meant, I'd say it was disappointed.\n\nBetween it's own legs, it reaches it's free hand down and touches itself. I can see a slit in it's skin. When her clawed finger slips inside, it spreads the sides enough for me to notice that the flesh inside appears pink.\n\nIt straddles me, but when it grinds it's pussy against me, I feel ashamed that I am no longer large enough to even enter it fully. Instead, it rocks it's hips, grinding itself against me rather than fucking me properly.\n\nHer head swivels slightly, looking at me with one, then the other eye over and over again as it rubs against me. I don't know if it's watching my expression for kicks of it has some other intention, but either way I imagine the mix of fear and arousal in my features has to be memorable.\n\nIt takes a while, but I eventually feel the need to cum rising up within me. I can feel my cock swell, my balls pulling tight against my body as they prepare to release their cargo. \n\nThe Deep One must sense how close I am as well because it chooses that moment to grind down against me harder. It seems eager for for me to cum.\n\nIt doesn't have to wait long. With a throaty growl, my hips jerk of their own accord as my seed spurts against it's vagina. \n\nWhen it stands, I can barely make out where it's pussy is. Only my cum smeared across where our bodies were just connected indicating where it's entrance is.\n\nI draw in a shuddering breath, trying to recover from the ordeal as I watch the Deep One. The Deep One however seems to have completely lost interest in me. \n\nIt's gaze sweeps over our immediate surroundings, then it pivots and bounds off in a kind of staggered run.\n\n<<set $Mutation +=1>><<else>>A mixture of fear and revulsion ensures that no matter how many times the creature touches me, I am simply incapable of gaining an erection.\n\nAfter a minute, the Deep one lets out an angry hiss punctuated by some kind of clicking sound deep in it's throat. The last thing I see is it's massive webbed hand descending on my face. It's powerful fingers wrap around my head and lift me off the ground. Then so fast I barely know what's happening even as it happens, he slams me into the ground, shrouding my world in darkness as I loose consciousness.\n\nI am uncertain how long after that I finally regain consciousness, but there is no sign of my assailant when I force my eyes to open once more.\n\n<</if>>A short while later, I regain my strength enough to climb back to my feet and get my soggy clothes back in order.\n\n<<else>>The female Deep One looms over me, it's weight shifting from side to side.\n\nIt's too large eyes seem to travel up and down my body several times before it makes a throaty sound. \n\nAfter a minute, the Deep one lets out an angry hiss punctuated by some kind of clicking sound deep in it's throat. The last thing I see is it's massive webbed hand descending on my face. It's powerful fingers wrap around my head and lift me off the ground. Then so fast I barely know what's happening even as it happens, he slams me into the ground, shrouding my world in darkness as I loose consciousness.\n\nI am uncertain how long after that I finally regain consciousness, but there is no sign of my assailant when I force my eyes to open once more.\n\n<</if>><<set $DeepCombat to "false">>[[Continue.|the waterfront]]

When I reach the waterfront, I glance down towards the shipbuilder's workshop.\n\nI can see a thin wisp of smoke coming from the building's chimney<<if $Day gte 5>> though the rain seems to keep it to a minimum<<endif>>.\n\nFor a moment, I see someone moving amongst the small boats around the building, apparently the shipbuilder who lives there. A moment later, I loose sight of the shipbuilder amongst the boats and equipment scattered around the building.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

"Any chance you've remembered something new about Tom? What might have happened to him, or where he might have gone?" I ask.\n\nPhil grimaces, "Sorry friend, I don't know any more than the last time you asked." With a little shrug he adds, "But I'll be sure to let you know if I hear anything.<<if $Madness gte 1>>\n\n//Does he really know nothing, or is he messing with me?// The thought comes unbidden, unsettling me. <<endif>>\n\nAsk about:\n[[Ask Phil about Wanton Cove.]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the White Goo.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>>\n[[Ask Phil about your physical changes.|Ask Phil about your transformation.]]<<endif>><<if $DOneSighting is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the creatures you've seen in the water.]]<<endif>>\n<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>[[Ask Phil about the Ruins.]]\n\n<</if>>\nor\n[[That is all for now. Exit the Shipbuilder's Shack.|Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]

<<if $JackobsonBluff is 2>>I notice that there is no smoke coming from the chimney, but I knock anyway. I receive silence in response. \n\nI knock a second time, more firmly this time, but still nothing.\n\nHesitantly, I reach for the doorknob, but it seems to be locked. \n\nDiscouraged by the lack of activity from the house, [[I step back into the street.|Run down part of town.][$JackobsonHouse to 3]]<<set $JackobsonBluff to 3>><<elseif $JackobsonHouse is 3>>Nearing Mr Jackobson's house, I can see that its just as dark as the last time I was there. \n\nSeeing no signs that he has been home since my last visit, [[I continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n\n<<elseif $JackobsonHouse is 1>>The deck creaks softly, and the wood beneath my feet seems to sag as I step towards the front door.\n\nAfter the last time I was here, I step carefully on the deck, hoping the whole time that it will continue to hold my weight.\n\nHesitating only a second, I raise my hand to knock. The sound is crisp and loud in the cool air.\n\nA moment later, I can hear a sound from within, accompanied by a soft, but male, voice mumble something rude. Immediately after, I can hear footsteps, hard soled shoes clicking against hard wood floor.\n\nThe door swings open suddenly, the hinges letting out a shrill shriek that makes me cringe involuntarily. <<if $Mutation gte 7>>The second he sees me, he takes half a step back, his eyes widening as he takes in my appearance, "Fuck! You're fucking hiddeious!" He blurts, "What the hell do you want this time?" Mr Jackobson manages through his look of disgust. <<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>"Holy fuck you're ugly," Mr Jackobson says around his sneer of disgust, "What the hell do you want this time?"<<else>>"You again, and what the hell do you want this time?" Mr Jackobson asks when he looks at you.<</if>>\n\n"I'd just like to go over what you said one more time." \n\nClearly annoyed at my presence, he leaves the door open as he steps inside.\n\nStepping into his home, I look around for a few seconds. The house is clean, but uncared for. I dont see a single item out of place, other than the glass, and a plate of half eaten food, sitting on a small table beside one of the chairs in the room. \n\nShelves along one side of the room have an assortment of small personal items perched upon them, all covered in a thick layer of damp dust. On the walls are several paintings, of noteworthy quality, but each of them show signs of damage from water, either in the form of discoloration, or mildew stains, their frames show a similar amount of dust to the personal items on the shelves.\n\nNot bothering to offer me a seat, Mr Jackobson sits heavily in the chair beside the plate I had noticed earlier.\n\n"You're here to ask questions, ask," He says bluntly.\n\nA hint of motion draws my eyes to the small wood stove against the far wall of the room. There, I see a calico cat, its coat a patchwork of brown, black and white. Looking at me with half lidded eyes its tail slowly sways behind itself as it lays beside the fire place where it seems to be soaking up the heat of the wood stove. \n\n[[You witnessed Pastor Erksons death?]]\n\n[[Thats all for now.|JackobsonLeave]]\n\n<<elseif $JackobsonHouse is 0>>The deck creaks softly, and the wood beneath my feet seems to sag as I step towards the front door.\n\nThe creak of the wood beneath my feet is punctuated by the sound of wood starting to splinter, my eyes going to my feet as I half expect the deck to give out beneath me. When the sound eventually stops, I look back to the door, raising my hand to knock. The sound is crisp and solid.\n\nA moment later, I can hear a sound from within, accompanied by a soft, but male, voice mumble something rude. Immediately after, I can hear footsteps, hard soled shoes clicking against hard wood floor.\n\nThe door swings open suddenly, the hinges letting out a shrill shriek that makes me cringe involuntarily, <<if $Mutation gte 7>>The second he sees me, he takes half a step back, his eyes widening as he takes in my appearance, "Fuck! You're fucking hiddeious!" He blurts, "Who the hell are you, and what do you want?" He manages through his look of disgust. <<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>"Holy fuck you're ugly,"Who the hell are you, and what do you want?" The man asks when he looks at you. Mr Jackobson says around his sneer of disgust, ""<<else>>"Who the hell are you, and what do you want?" The man asks when he looks at you.<</if>>\n\nI only take a split second taking in his cold gray eyes, his unkept brown beard peppered with gray, his deeply tanned and heavily weathered features. He looks to be in his early fourties. His brown pants have several visible patches, and his white shirt is heavily stained.\n\n"Hi, I'm <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, I was told you might be able to answer some questions about the former Pastor of,-"\n\nThe door slams in my face, but I don't hear the sound his footsteps moving away yet. I raise my voice and push on, "I've got nowhere else to be," I begin, "I can stand out here as long as I need to, or you can open the door and let me have just a few minutes of your time," I try to keep my voice pleasant, but I can sense my own annoyance in my tone.\n\nI realize just how thin the walls of the house are when I hear the man let out a soft sigh, then open the door again. To my credit, the screech of the hinge barely getts a reaction out of me this time.\n\nForcing a smile, he gestures me into his home, "Please," The man sounds clearly unhappy, "Make yourself at //home//." \n\nStepping into his home, I look around for a few seconds. The house is clean, but uncared for. I dont see a single item out of place, other than the glass, and a plate of half eaten food, sitting on a small table beside one of the chairs in the room. \n\nShelves along one side of the room have an assortment of small personal items perched upon them, all covered in a thick layer of damp dust. On the walls are several paintings, of noteworthy quality, but each of them show signs of damage from water, either in the form of discoloration, or mildew stains, their frames show a similar amount of dust to the personal items on the shelves.\n\nNot bothering to offer me a seat, Mr Jackobson sits heavily in the chair beside the plate I had noticed earlier.\n\n"You're here to ask questions, ask," He says bluntly.\n\nA hint of motion draws my eyes to the small wood stove against the far wall of the room. There, I see a calico cat, its coat a patchwork of brown, black and white. Looking at me with half lidded eyes its tail slowly sways behind itself as it lays beside the fire place where it seems to be soaking up the heat of the wood stove. \n\n[[You witnessed Pastor Erksons death?]]\n\n[[Thats all for now.|JackobsonLeave]]\n\n<<else>>The old house clearly stands as empty as the last time I tried to visit. //Where'd he get off to. Not like there's many places he could go given that this is an island. Either he left on a fishing boat, which he gave no indication of, or he's still here somewhere.//\n\n[[Step away from Mr Jackobsons House.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. \n\nOne of my hands darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand reaches for the puddle of White Goo.\n\nThe moment my fingers touch the warm fluid, I feel a small orgasm shudder through my body. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen.\n\nI have no idea how long I kneel there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is long gone.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I [[continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself on my knees beside the puddle of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scoop up the mess on the ground, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was kneeling beside that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was kneeling.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the puddle of White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. I quickly wipe my fingers off on the muddy ground the best I can, then move back from the White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch the White Goo.\n\nI start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm.\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>\n\n

Upon reaching the cliff edge, I look down at the waters<<if $Day gte 5>> through the heavy rain<</if>>. The white caps are crashing over the rocks in a soft rumble, like a massive creature snoring in its sleep.\n\nA movement in the water draws my attention to where the water meets the cliff. There, in the water, is a pale shape just beneath the surface. Its difficult to make out much detail, but the shape appears human, feminine. While I can see no detail of its face, I can feel, deep down, that whatever it is in the water is looking straight at me.\n\n//Zal'chaas, reh'lee churakch Chthulhu releh aath'ru.// A feminine voice whispers in my mind.\n\nThe face suddenly reaches the surface, not quite breaking the surface of the water. A cold chill runs up my spine as I watch, her eyeless face seeming to stare into my very soul, her sudden smile making me shiver in sudden fear. //Cha'nah, reccith ni fruthka.// She purrs in my mind.\n\nIn the time it takes me to blink, she's gone. My eyes flicker around the area trying to see where she went, but I see no sign of her in the water.\n\nI shiver, knowing it has nothing to do with the cold as [[I pull my coat tighter around myself.|Bluff]]

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As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean. \n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, similar to myself. \n\nThe few males I see are powerfully built and in most cases, I can see massive erections jutting out in front of them as they fornicate with the considerably more numerous females. \n\nI feel a growing arousal within me, like a need with no outlet. Its only at this moment that I come to a horrible realization. Unlike the Deep Ones around me, I'm sexless.\n\nOne of the Deep Ones swims towards me, its a male. It looks at me, and I can sense a hint of amusement coming from it at my predicament. \n\n[img[images/DeepEnd3.png]]\n\nThe despearate sound I make is faint in the water, but it seems to carry all around us.\n\n//What kind of hell is this.// I want to weep, but I am unable to do so. \n\nEND

As I near the top of the bluff, I hear the sounds of crows somewhere nearby. Looking around, I see maybe a dozen crows huddled over a shape in the dieing grass.\n\nWhen I draw closer, the crows explode into the air all at once, //Caw! Caw!"// The sounds of their wings flapping violently as they fly towards the treeline.\n\n<<if $Day gte 5>>Squinting into the rain, <</if>>I only watch them fly for a second before returning my attention to the shape in the brown grass. The sickly sweet smell of rotting flesh hits my nose only a split second before I realize that I'm looking at a dog carcass, half eaten by the crows.\n\nI don't know if its curiosity, or if I think I might actually learn something useful, but I step closer to the carcass, looking at the bare bones, the rain matted fur clinging to rotting flesh.\n\nMy lip curls in distaste, stepping back [[away from the carcass.|Bluff]]

Standing in the park, I let my eyes drift over the overgrown bushes and tall, dead grass.\n\nTowards the front of the park, there are two moss covered stone benches. Both are heavily weathered and have visible cracks in their surface wherever the stone is visible. Further into the park, I can just see a third bench, nearly hidden within a mass of vines and bushes.\n\nAt the center of the park, my eyes fall on a large fountain. It looks like the fountain was once an impressive sight, with water flowing from pool to pool, down to a large round base. Now, the fountain is filled with stagnant water and green sludge and spotted with bird feces.\n\n<<if $Fountain is "Not Played" and $Day is 2>>I'm almost ready to turn away from the fountain, but for some reason my eyes drift down towards it's base. \n\nSomething primal in the back of my mind urges me to take a closer look.\n\nI kneel down before the fountain, pulling some small vines and dry grass free, giving me a better view of the fountain's base. \n\nAcross it's surface, I can see marks, like something is engraved in the surface of the stone. \n\nMy curiosity piqued, I break some of the thick soggy moss free of the surface, exposing more of the stone. \n\nThere are a series of deep lines in the surface. Part of me wants to look away, but the marks feel too familiar, like something I've seen before, a lifetime ago.\n\nWith a staggering realization, I suddenly know where I've seen these marks before.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 94>>//A pale and naked form steps from behind the fountain. \n\nI couldn't look away if I wanted to. The most terrible, yet at the same time, the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on stands before me.\n\nHer ivory skin is flawless, her every curve is a statement of perfection. One part of me wants to reach out, to cup one of her full breasts, to tweak one of her erect nipples. To take her thick, horse like cock in hand to fondle it. The rest of me wants to gouge my own eyes out and run screaming from the park. As I look, a thin stream of White Goo dribbles from the tip of her flared cock.\n\n'Nach, lashafa tharuuch abr' shen.' Her words ring in the back of my mind like a gunshot in a small space. 'Chu, nathuul ch'chaf, Zal'chaas.'\n\nMy lips move without any conscious thought, "Zal'chaas." I repeat. My cock growing painfully hard in my pants. \n\nWhen I say her name, I can tell it pleases her. In spite of her not having a face, I can sense that she is smiling at me.\n\nIn that one fleeting moment, I would do anything to please her. My mouth salivates at the thought of wrapping my lips around her growing cock, and she knows it.\n\nI fall to my knees before her, her long black hair looks like a dark halo around her head, the strands moving as if caught in the currents of a vast ocean. //That's not hair, its darkness,// All around her, I can see shadowy shapes, tentacles, writhing in the air, reaching out as if to engulf me. \n\nI reach for her, my fingertips bare centimeters from her throbbing cock. \n\nThe tentacles move to engulf me, my cock throbbing and jerking in my pants as I unload the contents of my balls.//\n\nMy eyes snap open. I'm filled with horror and revulsion at the intense perversion of the vision I just experienced. \n\nI can feel a large load of my own cum plastered to the inside of my pants. \n\n//Zal'chaas.// The name echoes in my head, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up and a chill running down my spine.<<else>>//A pale and naked form steps from behind the fountain. \n\nI couldn't look away if I wanted to. The most terrible, yet at the same time, the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on stands before me.\n\nHer ivory skin is flawless, her every curve is a statement of perfection. One part of me wants to reach out, to cup one of her full breasts, to tweak one of her erect nipples. To take her thick, horse like cock in hand to fondle it. The rest of me wants to gouge my own eyes out and run screaming from the park. As I look, a thin stream of White Goo dribbles from the tip of her flared cock.\n\n'Nach, lashafa tharuuch abr' shen.' Her words ring in the back of my mind like a gunshot in a small space. 'Chu, nathuul ch'chaf, Zal'chaas.'\n\nMy lips move without any conscious thought, "Zal'chaas." I repeat. My pussy dampening perceptively. \n\nWhen I say her name, I can tell it pleases her. In spite of her not having a face, I know she is smiling at me.\n\nIn that one fleeting moment, I would do anything to please her. My mouth salivates at the thought of wrapping my lips around her growing cock, and she knows it.\n\nI fall to my knees before her, her long black hair looks like a dark halo around her head, the strands moving as if caught in the currents of a vast ocean. //That's not hair, its darkness,// All around her, I can see shadowy shapes, tentacles, writhing in the air, reaching out as if to engulf me. \n\nI reach for her, my fingertips bare centimeters from her throbbing cock. \n\nThe tentacles move to engulf me, my pussy quivering as I cum, my fluid rushing from my new vagina in a gush.//\n\nMy eyes snap open. I'm filled with horror and revulsion at the intense perversion of the vision I just experienced. \n\nThe inside of my pants are sopping wet from my own juices/\n\n//Zal'chaas.// The name echoes in my head, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up and a chill running down my spine. <</if>>\n\nI almost have enough time to convince myself that the whole scene was just in my mind, but then my eyes fall on a small puddle of luminescent White Goo.\n\n//No matter,// I think to myself, //If this place is somehow linked to that murder, then I'm staying until I get to the bottom of it.// My eyes linger on the engravings, feeling a chill as I remember what they look like scrawled across alley walls in crimson.\n\n[[Inspect the White Goo.][$SailorGoo to "Played"; $MotherofLust to "Played"]]\n[[Touch the White Goo.][$SailorGoo to "Played"; $MotherofLust to "Played"]]\nor\n<<townlink "Head into the center of town." 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[[return|$return]]\n\nWanton Cove is an island a little more than a mile across at its narrowest point, and nearly two miles across at its widest.\n\nMuch of the island is thickly forested, with many caves known, and yet to be discovered, on the island. Near one of the largest of these cave system, known by the locals as 'the cathedral' is the remnants of an old city, one that appears to predate Columbus, though no official archaeological expedition has ever been mounted to learn more. The island is littered with bits of old ruins, the best known of these is the large fountain in the town's park.\n\nThe southern portion of the island is dominated by a large cove. The cove itself is deep and wide, allowing for fishing boats of substantial size to moor there. As a natural port, the town of Wanton Cove grew in the northern most part of the cove.\n\nRoughly a half mile from the cove is a large bluff that stretches along a large portion of the island's eastern edge. The southern most point of the bluff rises up in a way that allows those standing on it to see all of the town and cove below. The bluff falls off into rocky waters below.\n\n[[Return to Table of Contents.|Wanton Cove History Book]]\n\n[[return|$return]]<<set $Geography to "Played">>\n

I glance nervously from side to side, making sure I am not being observed before stepping up to the mansion's back door and producing the old key from my jacket pocket. \n\nThe key slips inside with barely a sound, but when I turn it I can hear a soft squeak followed by a dull thud from inside of the door itself. Trying the handle, the door swings open easily.\n\nI poke my head through the door to look around, and seeing nothing but a shadowy hallway with doors along it's length, I close the door behind myself and start to walk.\n\nEvery step along the way, I worry that I am going to be seen by someone, that someone will call out and alert the household to my presence. \n\nHalf way down the hall, I step into a small alcove that leads to a servant's stairwell. I take it up to the next floor, then glance both ways to ensure the hallway is clear before moving to Azumi's door. \n\nReaching out, I try the handle and find it locked. My hand slips into my pocket, grabbing the key within and sliding that into the lock. The key turns easily and a soft click tells me that the door is unlocked.\n\nTurning the knob, I glance both directions down the hall to ensure I am alone again before opening the door and stepping inside.\n\n[[Enter.|AzumiRoom2]]

<<if $DeepCombat is "true">>Chest heaving, my breath comes in ragged gasps as I look down on the disgusting thing laying dead at my feet.\n\nCautiously, I nudge it once with my muddy foot, but elict no response from the thing. Emboldened, I give it a little kick, resulting in the same lack of response.\n\nAfter a couple of seconds, I give it a push with my foot again, this time moving it onto its back so I can get a better look at it. \n\nThe crest along the back of its head causes its entire head to list to one side. A trickle of blackish blood leaking from the corner of its mouth where it siwrls in the water polled on the strange stone path in the Ruins. Like its back, its arms, legs, and sides are covered in thick scaly skin. Not quite true scales, and not quite leather. Along its belly, the coloration lightens slightly and the scales seem smaller, though after more than one encounter with the creatures, I figure its safe to say that they offer no less protection for it.\n\nFinally, my eyes move lower, between its legs where I can see the tip of its pink cock peeking out of a slit that seems to bulge slightly, like something large is contained within. I put pressure beside the area using the heel of my boot, causing more of its cock to inch free of its confines, along with the start of what might be its ball sack. When I remove my foot, the creatures member slips back into the slit, nearly concealing it entirely now.\n\nI take a few moments to consider what I have seen before stepping away from the body.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<else>>My eyes dart around my surroundings, searching the nearby trees and bushes for any further sign of threat.\n\nSatisfied that there is no further immediate threat, I take a deep breath to calm myself.\n\n<<if $random is 1>><<else>><<if $EnemyFlee is "true">> <<else>><<if $weaponChance lte 5>>\nTaking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found <<print $AmmoLoot>> rounds of ammunition.<<set $Ammo = $Ammo + $AmmoLoot>>\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>>\n<<else>>Taking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>><<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>><<endif>>\n\n\n

My eyes feel gritty when when I open them to the faint light filtering in through the rain streaked window of my little room. \n\n//Feels like I hardly slept at all,// I groan softly as I sit up. \n\nMoving my tongue, it sticks to the roof of my mouth somewhat, making me aware of just how dry my mouth feels.\n\nWhen I start to get out of bed, my sheets stick to me. Pulling at the sheets, I cringe inwardly at the way they peel off of me. \n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>Glancing down, I can see half dried cum on my cock and plastered across the sheets I just pulled free of myself. \n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>Looking down at my undersized cock, I can see half dried cum plastered across my crotch, and the sheets that I just pulled free of myself.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>Turning my eyes downward, I see my impossibly small penis covered in cum, though most of the sticky wetness is plastered between my legs.\n\nMoving slightly, I can feel the same sensation between my ass cheeks accompanied by a slight discomfort from my anus.\n\n<<else>>Looking down, I grimace when I see my new pussy, a blatant reminder of the manhood I have lost. Across my pubic region, I can see a smear of what looks like cum, and there is a slick sticky feeling between my legs and down across the inside of my thighs.\n\n<<endif>>For a second, I wonder at what kind of wet dream I must have had, but then last night's //dream// comes rushing back to me in graphic detail.\n\nI begin to notice the smell coming off of myself, both sweat, and a clear mix of both male and female bodily fluids. My mind reels at the thought that I could have somehow been swept up into events like what I //dreamed// last night, though the evidence I see strongly suggests that //something// did in fact happen.\n\nFor several minutes, I try to find some other way to explain away what I am seeing, but with every passing moment, I feel with more certainty that what I remember from last night's 'dream' may have in fact happened for real.\n\nMore than a little troubled by this new revalation, I quickly clean myself up as best I can before dressing for the day.\n\n[[Continue.|Morning.]]<<set $Madness += 1>>

<<set $random to random(1,5)>><<if $random is 1>>The moment I am through the door, I realize that there's something different from my previous visit. Azumi is nowhere to be seen.\n\nI feel a sudden chill, worried about where she might have gone.\n\nMy gaze sweeps the room for any sign of her. It's not until my eyes reach the wall just a few feet from myself that I see her.\n\nShe's standing almost perfectly still, a burning hunger in her eyes as she looks at me. I can see the tension in her as she struggles to remain still.\n\n[img[images/Azumi Pounce.jpg]]\n\nI allow my eyes to drift over her body, starting with her eyes then moving lower until they fall on her rigid cock, seeing her member bouncing subtly with her heartbeat.\n\nThere's a tremor in her voice when she speaks, "Forgive me," The moment the words leave her lips, a sad look crosses her features as she springs.\n\nShe tackles me, slamming me to the floor with enough force to drive the air from my lings in a rush. \n\nI gasp, trying to force air back into my lungs, "I //need// it," She whimpers as she tears at my clothes. When I meet her eyes, she looks like a junkie who is in desperate need of a fix.\n\nShe tugs at my pants, trying to free me of them. When they catch at my hips, she cries out, the sound she makes is a cross between frustration and raw need. Her hips buck of their own accord, like instinct is overwhelming everything else. \n\n"You don't have to do this," I'm surprised at how steady my voice it when I say it, but even so I can see in her eyes that she isn't even hearing my words anymore.\n\nShe half stands when my pants reach my knees, adding leverage to her next tug that somehow manages to pull one of my boots free and leaves my pants tangled around one ankle.\n\nThere's a moment's pause as she looks down at me. Hunger seems to war with affection in her eyes. Absently, she strokes herself with one hand. Her penis is hard, veins sticking out along it's length and a single bead of precum glistening at the tip.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>"Fuck me?" There's desperation in her voice as she crawls on top of me, pinning my legs beneath herself as she sits on my thighs. Her hand stroking herself guides her cock toward me, using her own member to rub against mine.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood makes me blanch. My own penis refuses to harden at her attentions.\n\nShe seems to notice my revulsion and I can see just a little despair on her eyes. Quickly, she turns, showing me her perfect ass and leaning forward just far enough to reveal her visibly wet pussy. Pushing back, she presses herself against my cock, the sticky wetness of her pussy smearing across my manhood.\n\nWhat can I say, I'm a man. It doesn't matter what she's got hanging in the front, with a perfect and willing pussy on full display, my penis quickly forgets any earlier misgivings and starts to harden.\n\nAs she pushes back, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pushes forward again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder at me. I can see a hint of sadness in her eyes, but just behind that the hunger remains. She bites her lip as she begins to rock her hips. When I offer no resistance, and I moan softly in pleasure, a little smile blossoms on her lips.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. \n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time sometime warm and wet splashes across my legs as her balls empty their contents through her throbbing cock.\n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAt some point, Azumi must have turned around, her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately.\n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nUnsure of what to say, I give her a little squeeze and hold her for a bit longer.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before anything else can happen.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood makes me hesitate. My own penis is slow to harden at her attentions.\n\nShe seems to notice my hesitation and I can see just a little sadness on her eyes. Quickly, she turns, showing me her perfect ass and leaning forward just far enough to reveal her visibly wet pussy. Pushing back, she presses herself against my cock, the sticky wetness of her pussy smearing across my manhood.\n\nWhat can I say, I'm a man. It doesn't matter what she's got hanging in the front, with a perfect and willing pussy on full display, my penis forgets any earlier misgivings and quickly finishes hardening.\n\nAs she pushes back, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pushes forward again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder at me. The sadness in her eyes remains, but just behind that the hunger is nearly a physical presence. She bites her lip as she begins to rock her hips. When I offer no resistance, and I moan softly in pleasure, a little smile blossoms on her lips.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. \n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time sometime warm and wet splashes across my legs as her balls empty their contents through her throbbing cock.\n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAt some point, Azumi must have turned around, her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately.\n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nUnsure of what to say, I give her a little squeeze and hold her for a bit longer.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\n//I was just raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver of arousal through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before anything else can happen.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>The sight of a cock, especially one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood arouses me far more than I care to admit. My own penis is quick to harden at her attentions.\n\nThere's a faint smile on her face, nearly lost in the lust that dominates her expression. Leaning back, she lifts her balls and holds her penis off to one side, revealing her pussy, glistening with her juices. My cock throbs with need. Azumi scoots forward, rocking her hips just hard enough to smear her pussy juice across my cock.\n\nI can already see a bead of precum forming at the tip of my own cock.\n\nAs she slides forward again, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pulls back again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks me right in the eyes as she begins to ride me. I'm not even sure where I should be looking. My eyes seem to drift between her eyes, her gently bouncing breasts, and her cock bobbing between us.\n\nWith one hand, she reaches for her penis, wrapping her delicate fingers around the thick shaft before starting to stroke herself in time with the movements of her hips.\n\nShe bites her lip as she watches my expression. The action does little to hide her smile.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. The hand on her cock begins to move rapidly, no longer in sequence with her other movements.\n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time a geyser of cum flies from her cock. She lets go of her cock right as the first stream of seed flies from the tip, the long white rope firing clear over my heat. The second blast comes as her her impressive shaft is pointed downward, spraying across my chest and belly. \n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nHer cock bounces with the force of her third jet of cum, this one spraying a long rope of white across my chest and face.\n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAs my mind begins to clear again, I can feel her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately. \n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nI don't know what to say to that, so instead, I draw her into a kiss that lingers. When I finally break the kiss, she lets out a contented sigh.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\n//I was just raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver of arousal through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before I can be drawn back in.\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Taint lte 54>>"Fuck me?" There's desperation in her voice as she crawls on top of me, pinning my legs beneath herself as she sits on my thighs. Her hand stroking herself guides her cock toward me, using her own member to rub against mine.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood makes me blanch. My own diminished penis refuses to harden at her attentions.\n\nShe seems to notice my revulsion and I can see just a little despair on her eyes. Quickly, she turns, showing me her perfect ass and leaning forward just far enough to reveal her visibly wet pussy. Pushing back, she presses herself against my cock, the sticky wetness of her pussy smearing across my manhood.\n\n//With as big as she is, and how much my own has shrunk, . . . // The thought has a bit of a sobering effect on me.\n\nBut in the end it doesn't matter what she's got hanging in the front, with a perfect and willing pussy on full display, my penis quickly forgets any earlier misgivings and starts to harden.\n\nAs she pushes back, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pushes forward again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder at me. I can see a hint of sadness in her eyes, but just behind that the hunger remains. She bites her lip as she begins to rock her hips. When I offer no resistance, and I moan softly in pleasure, a little smile blossoms on her lips.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. \n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time sometime warm and wet splashes across my legs as her balls empty their contents through her throbbing cock.\n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my undersized cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAt some point, Azumi must have turned around, her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately.\n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nUnsure of what to say, I give her a little squeeze and hold her for a bit longer.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before anything else can happen.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own diminished manhood makes me hesitate. My own penis is slow to harden at her attentions.\n\nShe seems to notice my hesitation and I can see just a little sadness on her eyes. Quickly, she turns, showing me her perfect ass and leaning forward just far enough to reveal her visibly wet pussy. Pushing back, she presses herself against my cock, the sticky wetness of her pussy smearing across my manhood.\n\n//With as big as she is, and how much my own has shrunk, . . . // The thought has a bit of a sobering effect on me.\n\nBut in the end it doesn't matter what she's got hanging in the front, with a perfect and willing pussy on full display, my undersized penis forgets any earlier misgivings and quickly finishes hardening.\n\nAs she pushes back, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my penis to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pushes forward again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder at me. The sadness in her eyes remains, but just behind that the hunger is nearly a physical presence. She bites her lip as she begins to rock her hips. When I offer no resistance, and I moan softly in pleasure, a little smile blossoms on her lips.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. \n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my little cock, drenching my groin. At the same time sometime warm and wet splashes across my legs as her balls empty their contents through her throbbing cock.\n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAt some point, Azumi must have turned around, her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately.\n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nUnsure of what to say, I give her a little squeeze and hold her for a bit longer.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\n//I was just raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver of arousal through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before anything else can happen.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>The sight of a cock, especially one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood arouses me far more than I care to admit. My own little penis is quick to harden at her attentions.\n\nThere's a faint smile on her face, nearly lost in the lust that dominates her expression. Leaning back, she lifts her balls and holds her penis off to one side, revealing her pussy, glistening with her juices. My cock throbs with need. Azumi scoots forward, rocking her hips just hard enough to smear her pussy juice across my cock.\n\nI can already see a bead of precum forming at the tip of my own undersized cock.\n\nAs she slides forward again, I can feel my undersized cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pulls back again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks me right in the eyes as she begins to ride me. I'm not even sure where I should be looking. My eyes seem to drift between her eyes, her gently bouncing breasts, and her cock bobbing between us.\n\nWith one hand, she reaches for her penis, wrapping her delicate fingers around the thick shaft before starting to stroke herself in time with the movements of her hips.\n\nShe bites her lip as she watches my expression. The action does little to hide her smile.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. The hand on her cock begins to move rapidly, no longer in sequence with her other movements.\n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time a geyser of cum flies from her cock. She lets go of her cock right as the first stream of seed flies from the tip, the long white rope firing clear over my heat. The second blast comes as her her impressive shaft is pointed downward, spraying across my chest and belly. \n\nIt's all too much for me. My own diminished cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm.\n\nHer cock bounces with the force of her third jet of cum, this one spraying a long rope of white across my chest and face.\n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths.\n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAs my mind begins to clear again, I can feel her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest.\n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately. \n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nI don't know what to say to that, so instead, I draw her into a kiss that lingers. When I finally break the kiss, she lets out a contented sigh.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\n//I was just raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver of arousal through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before O can be drawn back in.\n\n<<endif>>When I close the door behind myself, I double check that its locked before returning to Mr Morichi.\n\nEntering Mr Morichi's little sitting room, I sit the key on the table beside his tea. For a second, he looks like he's going to say, or more likely, ask me something, but instead he simply picks the key up and slips it back into his pocket. \n\nSeeing him turn his attention back to the view outside the window, I take that as invitation to [[sit with him again.|I step into the small room beyond.]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>"Fuck me?" There's desperation in her voice as she crawls on top of me, pinning my legs beneath herself as she sits on my thighs. Her hand stroking herself guides her cock toward me, using her own member to rub against mine.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood leaves me feeling rattled. Her monstrous cock compared to my tiny one, pushes home just how much I have lost since my arrival in Wanton Cove.\n\nWhen my manhood, if you can even call it that, refuses to harden, a look of dispair crosses Azumi's features. She stops what she is doing, tears welling in her eyes as she looks at me.\n\n"Please?" Her voice is a whimper.\n\nI don't reply. Affection for her warring with the reality of my situation leaves me unsure of what to say, or even do at a moment like this.\n\n"Out! Get out!" Azumi screams suddenly. With her hands, she covers herself in a gesture of modesty that surprises me after seeing how casual she is with her own nudity.\n\n"I,-" I've barely started to speak before she cuts me off again.\n\n"Just go, please." By now, the tears fall freely from her eyes, tracing glistening tracks of wetness across her cheeks.\n\nSuddenly reluctant to leave, I redress myself and walk toward where Azumi is huddled in the corner of her room. She I draw near, she seems to pull herself tighter into the corner as if she is trying to disappear from my sight.\n\n"Azumi," I say softly, trying to get her to acknowledge me.\n\n"I hate you," She says, the tears clear in her voice.\n\nThe words hurt me more than I care to admit, especially coming from someone I have only recently met, "No you don't."\n\n"I //need// it," She whines. I don't even know that she realizes she is absently stroking her manhood, "I hate you," She adds, saying those painful words again.\n\nClosing my eyes for a second, I gather my wits and kneel in front of her, reaching out to pull her into a gentle embrace.\n\nHer entire body begins to tremble, shaking as she sobs loudly. Through it all, she mumbles, "I love you, no one else is so kind to me, everyone, even my father is scared of me. I want you to love me like I love you," I'm not sure if she's saying the words to me, or to herself, either way, I have to struggle to make out what she is saying.\n\nTurning my head, I kiss her lightly on the cheek. I can taste the salt of her tears against my lips.\n\nWhen my eyes meet hers again, the earlier hunger has returned. My mind returns to how she jumped me when I entered her room. \n\n"Go," She says, her voice firmer than before.\n\nI sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes, "Ok, but I'll visit again soon."\n\n//She just tried to rape me, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nAzumi nods almost imperceptibly.\n\nWith no words left to say, I step back and head for the door of her room. At the door, I glance back, seeing her watching me, her hand sliding up and down her shaft as she strokes herself.\n\nOpening the door, I step through it.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood makes me feel hesitant. Her monstrous cock compared to my tiny one, pushes home just how much I have lost since my arrival in Wanton Cove.\n\nNoticing that my penis is barely hardening, she moves down my body, giving me a mischievous smile before leaning forward and kissing what is left of my manhood.\n\nIn the position she has taken, I can no longer see her cock, only her breasts, and her stunningly beautiful face. \n\nThe remnants of my manhood respond as any man would. \n\nHer smile grows as I finally stiffen, and her lips wrap around me, engulfing my tiny member with ease. Her tongue circles my penis, twirling around it and lapping at it like it's a delicacy she simply can not get enough of it.\n\nI barely even notice when one of her hands reaches between her own legs and starts to stroke her massive shaft in time with the movements of her tongue.\n\nClosing my eyes, I focus on the sensations, enjoying the way her lips play along my short shaft, the way her tongue slides across the sensitive head of my penis. It's not long before I can feel myself nearing orgasm, the pressure building inside of me as I prepare to cum.\n\nI can feel her smile around my manhood right before I throb, spraying a dribble of cum across her tongue. She sucks at me harder, as if trying to coax a bit more of my seed onto her tongue before swallowing. \n\nShe releases my member with an audible 'pop!' before climbing up my body. I meet her kiss willingly, but then hesitate when I taste the salty taste of my own cum on her tongue. She breaks the kiss, then kisses me lightly on the lips before pulling back.\n\nStill laying on my back on the floor, I watch as she sits on her heels and begins to stroke herself. Her eyes never leave my own as she strokes, her cock drooling just a tiny bit of precum onto my belly as she does so. \n\nIt's not long before her hips buck, a large load of her cum splattering across one side of my face and in my hair. A second blast catches me across the face, neck, and chest. After several more throbs, my face, chest, and belly are a sticky mess.\n\nAzumi crawls back slightly, then leans forward. Her tongue darts out to lick at her own cum, licking and slurping it up as she goes. \n\nI can't help but stare at her bizarre display of depravity, watching her clean first my belly, then chest as she works her way upward. By the time I feel her tongue slide across my cheek, my little cock is already hard again.\n\nMy mood sobers significantly however when I feel her penis brush the inside of my thigh.\n\nWhen her lips touch my own, I can taste the salty taste of her cum. The scent and taste is heady, making my head swim with arousal.\n\nShe smiles faintly as she breaks the kiss, slipping off of me in a slow motion that reminds me of a cat stretching.\n\nFor a minute, I just sit there, catching my breath and thinking about what just happened. //If I stay much longer, I'm going to get swept up in this all over again.//\n\nWith that thought foremost in my mind, I begin to dress myself again. Azumi withdraws to her bed, watching me. By the time I've pulled my pants up past my knees, she's gently stroking herself to the sight of me.\n\n//I was just effectively raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nI utter a soft goodbye, then head for the door of her room.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>The sight of a cock, especially one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own minuscule manhood is enough to quicken my pulse and drives my member to full hardness in seconds. Her monstrous cock compared to my tiny one, pushes home just how much I have lost since my arrival in Wanton Cove.\n\nI barely care however. My own arousal seems to rival her own as I reach out, taking hold of her cock and beginning to stroke it for her. I marvel at it's heft and girth in my hand. The heat of her member sends a shiver of arousal through me.\n\nHer eyes meet my own with an intensity that seems to bore into my soul. She never breaks eye contact as she pushes my legs up, revealing my ass to her. \n\nI feel momentarily worried at the implications as she brushes the tip of her cock against my back door. Her precum leaves a slimy trail between my ass cheeks. Pulling back, she spits into her palm, then smears her saliva on the head of her cock before moving forward again. This time when I feel the head of her cock touch my back door, she presses forward with surprising gentleness. I try to relax, but she's so big that it's difficult not to clench in anticipation of the invasion I know is about to happen.\n\nAt first, it's just a growing pressure against my anus, then a spreading sensation as she finally begins to slip inside. Suddenly I feel the head of her cock pop inside of me, the pressure against my back door gone in an instant only to be replaced by the feeling of my ass being stretched around her thick rod. \n\nThe pressure returns again as she starts to push forward, but instead of becoming an uncomfortable pressure, it instead becomes a growing feeling of fullness.\n\nShe's not even a third of the way inside of me before she seems to bottom out. Then without hesitating she begins to move her hips, fucking my ass with gentle little thrusts. \n\nI look down, watching part of her massive tool vanish between my legs with every thrust. My tiny cock flopping around, looking pathetic as it dribbles sticky strands of precum all over itself.\n\nFor several minutes she fucks me gently, my soft moans, more feminine than I care to admit to myself, fills the air around us. \n\nSomewhere deep in my core, I feel a pressure building. Like the need to cum, but different. I cry out as my little cock jerks, sending a dribble of cum from it's tip, at the same time I can feel Azumi's cock throb and swell in my ass. When my cock throbs a second time, barely a drop of cum slips from the tip. There's a rush of warmth deep inside of me accompanied by a bloating sensation in my bowels. It's enough to make my tiny penis jerk one more time causing a dribble of cum to slide down my length to puddle around the base of my cocklet.\n\nAzumi leans forward, nuzzling my face before kissing me lightly on the corner of my lips. When she pulls back, her cock slips from my ass, leaving me feeling suddenly empty.\n\nFor several minutes, I just lay there on the ground, feeling my own cum cool on my skin while hers slowly settles inside of me. I'm unsteady as I start to get up.\n\nI can see Azumi watching me, an increasingly hungry look in her eyes and her cock at full mast. //The girl is insatiable,// I think to myself in surprise.\n\nStarting to pull my clothes back in place, I can see Azumi move to the bed out of the corner of my eye. Her eyes never leave me as she begins to stroke her shaft as she watches me.\n\n//I was just effectively raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nI utter a soft goodbye, then head for the door of her room.\n\n<<endif>><<else>>"Let me fuck you?" There's desperation in her voice as she crawls on top of me, pinning my legs beneath herself as she sits on my thighs. Her hand stroking herself guides her cock toward me, using the tip of her penis to rub up and down my slit.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The realization of the situation I find myself in frightens me. I struggle, but she incredibly strong for her size and has little trouble holding me in place.\n\nShe stops suddenly, looking me in the eyes and I can see something haunted behind the lust. Her eyes start to moisten with unshed tears.\n\n//She's realizing that I don't want this.// I realize.\n\n"Please?" Her voice is a whimper.\n\nI don't reply. Affection for her warring with the reality of my situation leaves me unsure of what to say, or even do at a moment like this.\n\n"Out! Get out!" Azumi screams suddenly, springing away from me like she's horrified that she even touched me. With her hands, she covers herself in a gesture of modesty that surprises me after seeing how casual she is with her own nudity.\n\n"I,-" I've barely started to speak before she cuts me off again.\n\n"Just go, please." By now, the tears fall freely from her eyes, tracing glistening tracks of wetness across her cheeks.\n\nSuddenly reluctant to leave, I redress myself and walk toward where Azumi is huddled in the corner of her room. She I draw near, she seems to pull herself tighter into the corner as if she is trying to disappear from my sight.\n\n"Azumi," I say softly, trying to get her to acknowledge me.\n\n"I hate you," She says, the tears clear in her voice.\n\nThe words hurt me more than I care to admit, especially coming from someone I have only recently met, "No you don't."\n\n"I //need// it," She whines. I don't even know that she realizes she is absently stroking her manhood, "I hate you," She adds, saying those painful words again.\n\nClosing my eyes for a second, I gather my wits and kneel in front of her, reaching out to pull her into a gentle embrace.\n\nHer entire body begins to tremble, shaking as she sobs loudly. Through it all, she mumbles, "I love you, no one else is so kind to me, everyone, even my father is scared of me. I want you to love me like I love you," I'm not sure if she's saying the words to me, or to herself, either way, I have to struggle to make out what she is saying.\n\nTurning my head, I kiss her lightly on the cheek. I can taste the salt of her tears against my lips.\n\nWhen my eyes meet hers again, the earlier hunger has returned. My mind returns to how she jumped me when I entered her room. \n\n"Go," She says, her voice firmer than before.\n\nI sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes, "Ok, but I'll visit again soon."\n\n//She just tried to rape me, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nAzumi nods almost imperceptibly.\n\nWith no words left to say, I step back and head for the door of her room. At the door, I glance back, seeing her watching me, her hand sliding up and down her shaft as she strokes herself.\n\nOpening the door, I step through it.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>The realization of the situation I find myself in startles me. I struggle, but my heart really isn't in it.\n\nAzumi looks down at me for several seconds, then starts to kiss me, her lips soft against my own, but the intensity clearly states her ravenous need.\n\nWhen she starts to part my legs, I offer no resistance. Instead, I look down, my eyes wide as I see her massive cock poised between my legs.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>She reaches down to take hold of her impressive tool, rubbing the tip across my slit. \n\n//It's never going to fit,// I think, worried. \n\nThen a second though comes unbidden, //I'd have never guessed I would loose my virginity to a girl,// The thought only seems to moisten my surprisingly wet pussy even more.\n\nWhen she finds my opening, I can feel her starting to press inside. My nether lips part, spreading around the crown of her cock. The head slips inside to fill me with a sense of being stretched. The sensation is uncomfortable but not painful, and it quickly begins to pass as my new pussy adjusts to her size. \n\nI have just enough time to be thankful for how gentle she's being before she lunges forward, spearing me with her cock in a motion that buries half her length inside of me. There's a flash of pain that takes my breath away and causes my body to tense up, but just like the pressure before, the sensation begins to fade after a few seconds.\n\nAzumi looks down at me, her eyes locked on my own. I can see in her eyes that it's a struggle for her to show such restraint, to wait until the pain of having my hymen torn passes before starting to fuck me.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>She guides her impressive tool to my waiting pussy, rubbing it up and down my already wet slit.\n\n//It's huge,// I think to myself, my stomach tightening with arousal as I anticipate her entering me. \n\nWhen she finds my opening, I can feel her starting to press inside. My nether lips part, spreading around the crown of her cock. The head slips inside to fill me with a sense of being stretched, my pussy quivering at the thought of the rest of her penis slipping inside of me.\n\nI have just enough time to really savor the feeling of her tip inside of me before she lunges forward, spearing me with her cock in a motion that buries half her length inside of me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my hips moving in an effort to feel every bit of her that is inside of me. Her cock feels slick with my juices and moves easily inside my pussy.\n\nAzumi looks down at me, her eyes locked on my own as she starts to move.\n\n<</if>>I moan as I feel her cock moving inside of me. My pussy is wet enough that her hard tool glides in and out of me with ease, and every vein and ridge of her penis brings me bliss.\n\nIt's not long before the wet sounds of our hips meeting fill the room as she thrusts her hips in an ever increasing rhythm.\n\nMy body begins to thrash under her as a powerful orgasm overtakes me. I can feel my pussy quivering around her cock.\n\nShe moans in pleasure at the sensation, but never even breaks stride. She continues to fuck me with passion, every thrust seeming to come just a little quicker than the next.\n\nMy pussy clamps down, pulsating as if it is trying to milk the cum from her balls. Azumi lets out a loud groan, and just a second later I feel her cock jerk inside of me. Pulse after pulse her cock throbs, filling my core with a liquid warmth.\n\nFor a minute, I just lay on me back, feeling Azumi's penis slowly softening inside of me. It's only about half soft when she finally slips free of my hole, leaving me feeling empty inside.\n\nA sheepish grin forms on Azumi's lips as she leans back. I can't help but smile back slightly in spite of my thoughts being on my freshly used pussy and the pounding it just received.\n\n//I was just effectively raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nI'm unsteady as I get to my feet, and once I'm standing I start to dress myself once more.\n\nNearby, I can see Azumi watching my every movement, one hand absently stroking her hardening cock the whole time.\n\n//If I don't get moving, I'm going to get pulled right back into this,// I realize. \n\nI mutter a quick goodbye and head for the door of her room.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>The realization of the situation I find myself in arouses me. I don't even try to struggle as she pins me to the ground.\n\nAzumi looks down at me for several seconds, then starts to kiss me, her lips soft against my own, but the intensity clearly states her ravenous need.\n\nBefore she can move my legs, to spread my thighs, I eagerly spread them for her. My pussy is clearly wet, glistening in anticipation of what is about to come. The smell of my arousal is thick in the air as she moves to position herself between my legs.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>She reaches down to take hold of her impressive tool, rubbing the tip across my slit. \n\n//I hope it can fit,// I think, my arousal an almost physical presence. \n\nThen a second though comes unbidden, //I'd have never guessed I would loose my virginity to a girl,// The thought only seems to moisten my surprisingly wet pussy even more.\n\nWhen she finds my opening, I can feel her starting to press inside. My nether lips part, spreading around the crown of her cock. The head slips inside to fill me with a sense of being stretched. The sensation is uncomfortable but not painful, and it quickly begins to pass as my new pussy adjusts to her size. \n\nI have just enough time to be thankful for how gentle she's being before she lunges forward, spearing me with her cock in a motion that buries half her length inside of me. There's a flash of pain that takes my breath away and causes my body to tense up, but just like the pressure before, the sensation begins to fade after a few seconds.\n\nAzumi looks down at me, her eyes locked on my own. I can see in her eyes that it's a struggle for her to show such restraint, to wait until the pain of having my hymen torn passes before starting to fuck me.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>She guides her impressive tool to my waiting pussy, rubbing it up and down my already wet slit.\n\n//It's huge,// I think to myself, my stomach tightening with arousal as I anticipate her entering me. \n\nWhen she finds my opening, I can feel her starting to press inside. My nether lips part, spreading around the crown of her cock. The head slips inside to fill me with a sense of being stretched, my pussy quivering at the thought of the rest of her penis slipping inside of me.\n\nI have just enough time to really savor the feeling of her tip inside of me before she lunges forward, spearing me with her cock in a motion that buries half her length inside of me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my hips moving in an effort to feel every bit of her that is inside of me. Her cock feels slick with my juices and moves easily inside my pussy.\n\nAzumi looks down at me, her eyes locked on my own as she starts to move.\n\n<</if>>My wrapping my legs around her, pulling her deeper inside of me, is all the encouragement she seens to need.\n\nI moan as she starts to move, her large cock moving inside of me. My pussy is wet enough that her hard tool glides in and out of me with ease, and every vein and ridge of her penis brings me bliss.\n\nIt's not long before the wet sounds of our hips meeting fill the room as she thrusts her hips in an ever increasing rhythm.\n\nMy body begins to thrash under her as a powerful orgasm overtakes me. I can feel my pussy quivering around her cock.\n\nShe moans in pleasure at the sensation, but never even breaks stride. She continues to fuck me with passion, every thrust seeming to come just a little quicker than the next.\n\nMy pussy clamps down, pulsating as if it is trying to milk the cum from her balls. Azumi lets out a loud groan, and just a second later I feel her cock jerk inside of me. Pulse after pulse her cock throbs, filling my core with a liquid warmth.\n\nFor a minute, I just lay on me back, feeling Azumi's penis slowly softening inside of me. It's only about half soft when she finally slips free of my hole, leaving me feeling empty inside.\n\nA sheepish grin forms on Azumi's lips as she leans back. I can't help but smile back slightly in spite of my thoughts being on my freshly used pussy and the pounding it just received.\n\n//I was just effectively raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nI'm unsteady as I get to my feet, and once I'm standing I start to dress myself once more.\n\nNearby, I can see Azumi watching my every movement, one hand absently stroking her hardening cock the whole time.\n\n//If I don't get moving, I'm going to get pulled right back into this,// I realize. //But that wouldn't be so bad, would it?// The final thought lingers in my mind.\n\nI mutter a quick goodbye and head for the door of her room.\n\n<<endif>><</if>>When I close the door behind myself, I double check that its locked before returning to Mr Morichi.\n\nEntering Mr Morichi's little sitting room, I sit the key on the table beside his tea. For a second, he looks like he's going to say, or more likely, ask me something, but instead he simply picks the key up and slips it back into his pocket. \n\nSeeing him turn his attention back to the view outside the window, I take that as invitation to [[sit with him again.|I step into the small room beyond.]]\n\n\n\n\n<<else>><<if $Madness gte 2>>I want to weep suddenly, my mind feeling clearer than it has in a while. //What the hell?// \n\nThe worries, the outright terror, that I have experienced on the island suddenly seems distant and far less important.\n\n//What's happening to me?// After a moment, I push the thought aside and turn my attention to the room I am in.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>I gasp softly, feeling like a weight has been lifted suddenly from my mind. //What the hell is happening?// I wonder as the terrible things I have seen on the island suddenly seem less oppressive.\n\n//What's happening to me?// After a moment, I push the thought aside and turn my attention to the room I am in.\n\n<<else>><<endif>><<set $random to random(1, 2)>>Azumi's room is brightly lit, lavishly decorated in shades of pale pink and white. I can't help but notice the contrast the black iron bars bolted over the windows create with the rest of the room.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>The strong smell of sex in the room makes me momentarily weak in the knees. My new pussy dampens perceptibly and I suddenly ache to have it filled, a feeling that does not relent in the least when I see Azumi.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 60>>The nearly overwhelming scent of sex causes me to flush with arousal. My undersized penis hardening in my pants.\n\n<<else>>Though I've been here before, the strong scent of sex is still enough to make me gasp softly in surprise.\n\n<<endif>><<if $random is 1>>Standing near the window in all her naked glory is Azumi. Her back is turned to me as she gazes out at the world denied her. \n\nI can't help but let my eyes linger on her perfect body.\n\n"Father, have you come to lord over your captive again?" She says, a hint of sadness underlying the bitterness in her voice. Even with the hurt in her tone, her voice is one of the most beautiful sounds I've ever had the privelage of hearing.\n\n"I was actually hoping we could visit for a little while," I reply.\n\nHer body language changes suddenly, every subtle movement screams sex, //How does she do that?// I wonder as she turns towards me.\n\nShe bites her lip playfully, a large smile on her face as her eyes fall on me, "<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>!" She almost screams in happiness.\n\nI've barely time to brace myself before she half runs to me from across the room. She stops bare inches from me. I can see that she's fully erect, precum glistening at the tip of her penis. Her nipples are also hard and pointing towards me. When she takes another half step towards me, she tilts her head up so that her lips touch mine in a surprisingly chaste kiss.\n\nI swallow hard and take a small step away from her so there's a little distance between the two of us again.\n\n"Sorry," Azumi says, eyes suddenly glistening with unshed tears.\n\nNot knowing what else to do, I step towards her and slip my arms around her, "Please forgive my behavior," She says softly, "I can't help myself sometimes."\n\n"Its alright," I assure her.\n\nAfter a couple of minutes, "This is nice, My father will sometimes hug me, but he never holds me like this," She mumbles into my chest. I actually find the statement rather heartwarming until she suddenly changes the tone of the conversation, "Can we fuck? I'm //so// horny."\n\nPushing me back, I fall onto the bed. Before I can fend her off further, she pounces on me, straddling my chest with her rigid oversized cock bare inches from my face.\n\nTaking hold of her hips, I roll her off of me and sit up. A second later, she moves to sit beside me, her arms wrapped around one of mine as she presses her body against my own. I struggle with myself, wanting to give in to my baser urges, but at the same time honestly wanting to just spend a little time with her.\n\n<<else>>Laying on the bed, her legs spread wide, Azumi smiles broadly at me as she fingers her pussy, her untouched cock bouncing with the motion. \n\n"<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>!" Azumi's body shudders suddenly, her eyes half closing as she experiences what appears to be a powerful vaginal orgasm. When her breathing steadies again, she rolls onto her hands and knees, crawling across the bed towards me. By the time she reaches the end of the bed, I've walked most of the way to her.\n\n"I was afraid I wouldn't ever see you again," There's real concern in her tone, the sound of her voice is like a tragic song sung by angels. \n\nWithout warning, she reaches out, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards her. I stumble and fall, somehow falling on top of her. Before I can even try to make my escape, I can feel her legs wrap tightly around me and her lips press against mine. After a few seconds, she releases me, her lips pulling slowly away from my own.\n\n"Sometimes my urges get the best of me," She gives me a coy smile, "Or at least that's what my father tells me all the time."\n\nWhen our lips touch again, the kiss is tender. When she breaks the kiss, she says softly, "Can we fuck? //Please?//"\n\nI quickly roll off of her and move to sit on the bed beside her. Sitting up, she slips her arms around one of my own, pressing herself tightly against my side as if waiting to see what I will do.\n\nLooking over at her, I let my eyes trail over her perfect body. Part of me wants to answer 'yes' to her question, but instead I try very hard to change the subject.\n\n<<endif>><<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>><</if>>

Taking the North fork of the trail, I've barely walked a dozen paces before the <<if $cave is 2>>tight path I carved out of the brush is before me. <<else>>apparently well used trail becomes overgrown and difficult to follow.\n<<if $Geography is "Played">>\nOff in the distance, I can see the hint of a dark void, but it's hard to determine what the darkness could be, the brush is just too dense to make out any details. <<if $Day gte 3>>Nadia may have a way to get through this bramble. <<set $cave to 1>><<else>>I make a mental note of the spot in case it turns out to be important at some point, but at the moment, I have more pressing matters to attend. <<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>\n<<if $cave gte 2>>Head to the [[cave|Cave Entrance]] or back <<traillink "the way I came.">><<elseif $Machete is "true">>Its time to carve a path through this mess. [[Forward to the darkness|Path][$cave = 2]] or back <<traillink "the way I came.">><<else>>Frowning, and not wanting to get lost in these woods, I turn back <<traillink "the way I came.">><<endif>>

"Tell me about this White Goo I've seen around town." \n\n"What White Goo?" He asks.\n\n<<if ($PlayerIntelligence + $PlayerPerception) gte 8>>Something about his tone tells me that he knows exactly what I'm talking about.\n\n<<endif>>"Thick, white and slimy?" I prod.\n\nHe shrugs dismissively, "Must have been bird shit." He grunts.\n\nAsk about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>>[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<</if>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<</if>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<</if>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<</if>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\nor\n[[Step away from the Bartender.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean.\n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, like myself. Most are female, many of them are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me. When I pass a chamber with a pair of females and no sign of a male, I slip inside. Glancing down, I'm idly impressed by the sheer size of my manhood, perhaps a foot long and thick as a bottle of beer.\n\nThe females appear receptive, one of them presenting herself with her dark cleft on full display.\n\nMoving forward, I grab hold of the female, her hand reaching down to guide me to her opening before I thrust into her. \n\n[img[images/DeepEnd1.png]]\n\nIn the water like this, it takes me a moment to find my rhythm, but once I do, its not long before I spill my seed inside of her.\n\nAs soon as I'm done, the second female coaxes me towards her.\n\n//Duty beckons.//\n\nEND

Slogging through the mud, I can see a woman walking along the street. Her long hair hands limply around her face and her head is downcast, presumably to shelter her face from the rain.\n\nShe wears a cloak that's pulled tightly around herself, accentuating the bulge of her tummy that is a clear indicator of her pregnancy.\n\nWhen she sees me, her tired expression hardens into something else. Her pace quickens and she alters her course so she can cross the street, clearly not wanting to walk past me.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]

window.commonBluffEvents = function () {\n\tvar chance = random(1, 55);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 5) {\n\t\tpassage = "SoggyBluff";\n\t} else if (chance <= 8) {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffGust";\n\t} else if (chance <= 12) {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffDownpour";\n\t} else if (chance <= 14) {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffStill";\n\t} else if (chance <= 18) {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffSting";\n\t} else if (chance <= 22) {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffSeagulls";\n\t} else if (chance <= 28) {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffLightRain";\n\t} else if (chance <= 33) {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffAir";\n\t} else if (chance <= 35) {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffCarcas";\n\t} else if (chance <= 39) {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffMansion";\n\t} else if (chance <= 40) {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffTentacles";\n\t} else if (chance <= 42) {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffHGoo";\n\t} else if (chance <= 44) {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffGoo";\n\t} else if (chance <= 50) {\n\t\tpassage = "BackDoor";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = "BluffRocks";\n\t}\n\n\treturn passage;\n};\n

<<if $Day gte 5>>I can barely hear the sound of my own footsteps over the heavy rain as I walk down the street.<<else>>My footsteps echo softly between the nearby buildings as I walk down the street.<</if>>\n\nAbsently, I step around a puddle that looks deeper than most.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

"Mind if I ask a few questions?" I ask, not pausing long enough for him to answer before I ask my first question.\n\nAaron's eyes flicker to the body, then towards the Barmaid's Daughter before finally settling on me. \n\nAsk about:\n[[You have any idea who she was?]]\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?]]<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?]]<</if>><<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?]]<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?]]<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?]]<</if>><<if $B1Water is "Played">>\n[[Any idea how long she might have been in the water?]]<</if>>\nor\n[[I'm done talking to Aaron.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]<<set $Body1A to "Played">>

One month later.\n\n//The radio plays loudly as its owner navigates the vehicle toward his destination.\n\n//Fear still grips the region as the Patchwork Murderer is still at large,// The voice on the radio speaks quickly, just a little static coming from the speakers, //as a twelfth mass murder was reported. So far police have been able to identify nearly thirty of the victims from body parts found across eight crime scenes. The police so far either do now know, or are not reporting on the total number of victims across the crime scenes. Detective Peter Duntel has been quoted as saying //"We're following every possible lead and working hard to identify the victims. This has some striking parallels to something that happened a few years back and we have some promising leads in that area."// Police have advised citizens to stay in at night and if you must go out to not do so alone.\n\nIn possibly related news, more than one hundred,-//\n\nWith a disgusted grunt, he pulls up to the curb, putting the car in park.\n\n"What do we have?" Peter Duntel asks the nearby officer as he exits his car.\n\n"They've caught him," The young officer says, his eyes just a little too wide.\n\n//Kid's rattled,// Peter realizes, //Bet <<print $PlayerName>> would do anything to be here right now.//\n\n"Caught who?" Peter asks, not quite following the train of thought, "Isn't this another Patchwork Murderer site?"\n\n"It is," The young officer begins, but Peter finally realizes what the man is saying, "You're saying they caught the Patchwork Murderer?!?"\n\nThe young officer just nods.\n\nPeter almost runs toward where he sees a group of officers flanking the alley to keep people out. \n\n"Sir," A burly cop steps toward Peter as he begins to speak, "You shouldn't be here," Mike says, a good cop that Peter has known for more than a decade.\n\n"What the hell you talking about, I'm the lead on this case, I //belong// here.\n\nMike swallows visibly, "I can't stop you," The thick set man says, concern in his eyes, "But I really think you should sit this one out and let someone tell you what we find here instead of,-"\n\n//Must be worse than usual, Mike isn't one to let something get under his skin.//\n\nPeter cuts him off with a wave of his hand and pushes past the group. In the enclosed area of the alley, the coppery stench of blood hangs thick in the air. \n\nThe early morning sun is angled just right to illuminate the narrow alley, great swaths of strange symbols painted in crimson blood smearing the walls all around him. \n\nSeveral officers are grouped not far ahead, blocking his view of anything further down the alley. \n\n//Must be the body,// Peter thinks to himself, //Wonder momentarily if they've already booked the Patchwork Murderer or if he's still around here somewhere?//\n\nPushing between two of the officers, Peter sees the murder scene for the first time.\n\nAfter seeing so many of these horrible scenes this last month, he can tell that almost everything appears just as it has in all the other scenes. \n\nThe one difference defies reason.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, what are you doing here?" He asks the man standing ankle deep in blood right beside the body. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he realizes that there's something terribly wrong with what he's seeing.\n\nPeter, wide eyed, reaches for the gun at his hip, drawing the Smith & Weston Magnum with exaggerated slowness.\n\n"Peter! I've been waiting for you!" <<print $PlayerName>> says with an eerie smile, "My mistress will be //so// pleased that you've finally come to join us!"\n\nHe can't quite force himself to point his weapon at his former partner, his oldest friend. Peter opens his mouth to speak, to ask why, but the words falter, stillborn on his tongue as he looks at the body for the first time. \n\nThis body is not completed, //They must have interrupted him in the middle of displaying this body,// and the traditional layer of skin has only just started to be sewn across the face. Peter recognizes the face almost instantly. More feminine than he remembered, but without a doubt the face of Tom.\n\n"She's beautiful isn't she?" <<print $PlayerName>> says softly from where he is standing, "We call her Tanya now. She's begged to become the centerpiece of //her// tribute ever since our mistress, the harbinger, arrived," His voice holds a haunting quality to it, "She's the last tribute, //now// our work can begin.\n\n//THE BEGINNING\n\n\n\n\n[[New Game Plus.]]

Looking at the ground again, I pay more attention to that I am standing on. I quickly come to the conclusion that the path, //No,// My eyes take in the width of the area I am walking, //The road,// is actually made of crushed seashells and bits of coral.\n\nI turn my attention back to the buildings around me, taking in their features as well. The bulk of the buildings I can see are large and round at the bottom, rising up to a narrow point high up. //Like they were grown,// I think again. The hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand on end.\n\nWalking slowly, I find myself transfixed by the strange beauty of the place, the way what little light makes it through the trees above reflects off of the buildings, reflecting the light in a host of colors, //It's like being inside of a rainbow.//\n\nI do not know how long I wandered, but I'm eventually pulled from my reprieve by a faint and unfamiliar sound. \n\nMy footsteps draw me in that direction. As the sound becomes clearer, it only becomes more difficult to understand what I am hearing. It's like a thousand different voices, speaking as many different languages, all trying to whisper over the top of one another. \n\nI feel a chill in my bones that has nothing to do with the cold or wet. Part of me wants to move closer to the sound, yet part of me wants to flee.\n\nMy curiosity gets the best of me and I carefully continue forward as stealthily as I am able. \n\nWhen I round the building I am closest to, I at first see something I mistake as a snake, but then my eyes follow the tentacle toward its source. \n\nWhat I see makes no sense to me. I can see with my own eyes that what lies before me is real, though the rational part of my mind knows beyond doubt that what I see is an impossibility. I don't know if I want to laugh, cry, or shriek in terror at the sight.\n\nBefore me is a mass, a mass of eyes, mouths and tentacles in fleshy pink colors. The tentacles appear to range from maybe six to perhaps a dozen feet long and the main part of its body appears to be about four feet across at its widest point, though it is difficult to tell for sure given its misshapen form. The center mass is covered in eyes and mouths with bloated lips and grotesquely long tongues.\n\nI gape openly at the sight, transfixed by the horror before me. Then one of the eyes turns toward me and stops. The mouth closest to it stops moving though the cacophony of voices seems no less for the loss of one voice. "//Tribute!//" The one voice howls. Immediately the eyes around the thing start searching frantically around it, one by one they stop on me. Each eye that falls on me is accompanied by another voice calling out, "//Tribute!//" until it all blends into one horrible sound.\n\nWith a sudden lurch, the thing is moving toward me faster than I would have expected was possible. Something inside of my mind slips, I scream in terror as I scramble to keep distance between me and this repulsive thing.\n\nBut worse than anything else is that the voices seem to echo in my mind, and on some primal level I can understand every horrible word of that the thing is saying.\n\nI backpedal until I trip over something. Then as I flail back to my feet I break into a run. I dare not even look back as I can hear the cackling jabbering thing just behind me. I run until my lungs burn with the need to breathe and my pace threatens to falter. I scream in frustration and fear, my trembling hand reaching into my jacket for my .38 Special. I turn on my heel, prepared to defend myself against something I have no idea how to fight.\n\nIt's nowhere to be seen, and the sudden silence all around me is deafening. My pulse thunders in my ears and my breath comes in ragged raw gasps, but I can not hear another sound anywhere. My eyes dart about, trying to seek the creature out, trying to determine where it may come from, but as the seconds become minutes and I slowly steady my breathing, there is no further evidence of whatever it was.\n\nWater runs down my cheeks and it takes a second to realize that its tears streaming down my face. I sob escapes my lips and I nearly fall to my knees. My thoughts are a confused swirl of relief and impossibility. It takes me several minutes to fully recompose myself. //What the fuck was that thing?// Even that thought is enough to make me want to flee once more. \n\nLooking around, still rattled by the experience, I begin to look for the trail I entered the ruins from, //I may return, but right now I want to be as far away from here as I am able,// My own thoughts are shrill, as if in echo of that tentacled thing. \n\n[[Continue.|Turn back toward Vick's place.]]<<set $Madness += 1>><<set $RuinsFound to "Played">>\n

Watching the houses along the street, I see a woman looking my direction from a rain streaked window. \n\nI try to give her a little wave, but she takes a half step to the side in response. After which, I can barely see her face at the edge of the window. \n\nNot sure what to think of the woman's behavior, [[I shrug the encounter off and continue down the street.|Run down part of town.]]

I can see a luminescent white smear along the side of a nearby house. My footsteps draw me towards it, almost of their own accord. When I near the smear, I frown at what I see.\n\n<<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>While the White Goo is familiar to me, this time it looks as if someone smeared a liberal amount across the side of the house. The end of the smear even ends in a glistening white handprint.\n\nBreathing deeply of the humid air, the heady aroma of the goo makes me feel light headed as I flush with arousal. \n[[Leave.|Run down part of town.]]\nOr\n[[Investigate Closer.|GooWall]]\n<<else>>Some kind of milky white substance, thick enough to be called slime, clings to the wall in a long smear. At the end of the smear is a near perfect handprint in the White Goo.\n\nI lean close, the substance putting off a musky, salty smell that makes my head swim. I can feel myself flush with arousal as I quickly step away from the wall.\n\nFor several seconds, I continue to look at the stuff, going so far as to pick up a small stock and poke at it. It seems to jiggle at the stick’s touch, and clings to it when I pull the stick away.\n\n//Strange,// I think, dropping the stick back to the ground.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><<endif>>\n

<<if $Taint lte 39>>The twins smile when they see that I am following, my hardening cock pointing the way.\n\nBoth girls are inside before I reach the first step leading up onto their porch. When I step over the threshold, I barely have time to start taking in my surroundings, the bed that dominates the room, the crackling fireplace, tangled blankets and an assortment of pillows. I don't even register the discarded clothing scattered across the floor.\n\nThe entire place smells strongly of sex.\n\nWhen my eyes are drawn to the two naked girls, young, their bodies shamelessly displayed before me. One of the girls is sprawled across the bed, laying on her belly. Her pale ass draws my eyes and using that as a starting point I let my gaze drift over her body.\n\nI nearly forget about the other sister until her hands are on me, slipping directly to my belt. \n\nShifting my attention to the sister standing almost directly in front of me, I see her grin at the same instant I feel my pants start to fall.\n\nThere's not even enough time to properly protest before she's completely stripped me of my clothing. \n\n"Mmmmm," The first sister purrs, "He has a big one," The second one continues from the bed. "I am so," The voice comes from right in front of me, "Wet, I need it," Comes from the bed before the first girl finishes, "Inside of me."\n\nI shuffle my feet as I am herded toward the bed. When I feel the bed against the back of my legs, the young woman in front of me gives a little push, causing me to fall backward onto the bed.\n\nShe starts to crawl onto the bed, poising herself above my rigid member. I throb with need, prepared to watch her impale herself on my cock. \n\nI never get to see it happen though, the second sister straddles my face, her glistening wet pussy poised barely an inch from my eyes as she faces her sister.\n\nReaching up, I take hold of her hips. My hormones are talking for me by this point and I give in to my arousal. Leaning forward, my tongue darts out to taste her tangy sweet honey pot. My tongue barely has time to find her clit when I feel a warm wetness envelope my penis.\n\n"He feels," The girl on my cock begins, "//So// good," The one riding my tongue finishes.\n\nI've never felt such a tight pussy as the one currently wrapped around my cock. Like her cunt never wants to let me go. \n\nI groan into the pussy I am licking, its owner moaning in pleasure.\n\nThe two girls shift toward each other. I'm not sure if its so they can hug one another, or kiss each other, but in unison they begin to rock their hips in a most pleasant way.\n\nBoth girls sound breathless when they speak again, "It wont be long," The one grinding herself against my face says, "now, he's getting close," The second finishes.\n\n//Not yet I'm not,// I think, but even as the thought crosses my mind I can feel my balls pull tight, the ache of impending release striking with a surprising suddenness. My hips jerk, shoving forward in an attempt to bury my cock as deep inside of her as possible as I being to deposit my load inside of the girl riding my cock. At the same time, she grinds down hard against me like she's trying to force me past her cervix and into her womb.\n\nThe vagina my tongue is inside of begins to quiver, her juices flowing freely to soak my face. I feel like I'm going to drown, but I continue to lap at her folds, drinking of her fluids until she finally stills.\n\nI gasp for breath when the girl poised above my face slips off of me. My eyes seke out the second sister. I can feel her cunt tighten around my cock right before she slides up my slowly softening length. Its almost as if she's trying to milk every drop of my cum into her pussy. As I watch, more and more of my cock appears from her snatch until it finally slips free and falls against my belly.\n\nOne of her hands goes to her belly, a content look on her face. After a few seconds, she crawls further up onto the bed, her face stopping near mine. \n\nI think she is going to kiss me, but then she licks my cheek instead. At the same time I feel a tongue on my half erect cock.\n\n"Sister, you taste," The girl at my cock begins, "Delicious as usual," The one near my face purrs.\n\nI've never become hard so quickly in my entire life.\n\nThe girl at my face grins, the other sister giggling happily. \n\nI can feel the tongue slide across my cheek again just before the bed shifts. A hand envelopes my cock and a second later I feel the second sister's pussy engulf my throbbing member.\n\nThis time, the one riding me does so slowly, I can feel her pussy grip my cock in a way that makes it feel like her cunt is trying to suck me off. All the while the other sister licks my face, tasting her own sister's fluids.\n\nThe whole situation is too much. My cock throbs and releases my seed into the second sister in record time.\n\nGrinning, the girl licking my face kisses me full on the lips then pulls back.\n\nThe second sister repeats her sister's treatment of my cock, clamping down as she slowly slides up my length until it flops out onto my belly.\n\nBoth sisters look happy, but the hungry look in their eyes suggests that their lusts have not yet been fully sated.\n\nRealizing that if I stay any longer, I may not be able to leave.\n\nMy legs wobble when I roll off the bed, barely able to hold me upright as I try to find my clothes among the discarded clothing on the floor. I'm surprised, though I really shouldn't be, that much of the clothing on the floor appears to be men's clothing.\n\nThe two girls giggle behind me as I unsteadily dress myself, making my way toward the door as I do so.\n\n"You can stay' I'm unsure if both are talking, or just one since I am not looking at them when they speak, "If you would like."\n\nI look over my shoulder toward them, "Thank you for your," I struggle for the right word, "Hospitality."\n\nBoth girls giggle again. \n\nAt the door, I can still feel a bit of wobble to my legs, "Please come again," The two girls say in perfect harmony.\n\nClosing the door behind myself, I take a deep breath of the cool air.\n\n//Well, I guess I can check that off my bucket list.// I can't quite keep the grin off of my face as I walk back toward the street.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>The twins smile when they see that I am following, my undersized cock pointing the way.\n\nBoth girls are inside before I reach the first step leading up onto their porch. When I step over the threshold, I barely have time to start taking in my surroundings, the bed that dominates the room, the crackling fireplace, tangled blankets and an assortment of pillows. I don't even register the discarded clothing scattered across the floor.\n\nThe entire place smells strongly of sex.\n\nWhen my eyes are drawn to the two naked girls, young, their bodies shamelessly displayed before me. One of the girls is sprawled across the bed, laying on her belly. Her pale ass draws my eyes and using that as a starting point I let my gaze drift over her body.\n\nI nearly forget about the other sister until her hands are on me, slipping directly to my belt. \n\nShifting my attention to the sister standing almost directly in front of me, I see her grin at the same instant I feel my pants start to fall.\n\nThere's not even enough time to properly protest before she's completely stripped me of my clothing. \n\n"Mmmmm," The first sister purrs, "He has a cute one," The second one continues from the bed. "I am so," The voice comes from right in front of me, "Wet, I need it," Comes from the bed before the first girl finishes, "Inside of me."\n\n//Cute,// The word making me a little self conscious about the changes I have experienced since arriving in Wanton Cove.\n\nI shuffle my feet as I am herded toward the bed. When I feel the bed against the back of my legs, the young woman in front of me gives a little push, causing me to fall backward onto the bed.\n\nShe starts to crawl onto the bed, poising herself above my rigid member. I throb with need, prepared to watch her impale herself on my cock. \n\nI never get to see it happen though, the second sister straddles my face, her glistening wet pussy poised barely an inch from my eyes as she faces her sister.\n\nReaching up, I take hold of her hips. My hormones are talking for me by this point and I give in to my arousal. Leaning forward, my tongue darts out to taste her tangy sweet honey pot. My tongue barely has time to find her clit when I feel a warm wetness envelope my penis.\n\n"He feels," The girl on my cock begins, "Good," The one riding my tongue finishes.\n\nI've never felt such a tight pussy as the one currently wrapped around my cock. //Especially considering that I'm not as big as I once was.// Like her cunt never wants to let me go. \n\nI groan into the pussy I am licking, its owner moaning in pleasure.\n\nThe two girls shift toward each other. I'm not sure if its so they can hug one another, or kiss each other, but in unison they begin to rock their hips in a most pleasant way.\n\nBoth girls sound breathless when they speak again, "It won't be long," The one grinding herself against my face says, "now, he's getting close," The second finishes.\n\n//Not yet I'm not,// I think, but even as the thought crosses my mind I can feel my balls pull tight, the ache of impending release striking with a surprising suddenness. My hips jerk, shoving forward in an attempt to bury my cock as deep inside of her as possible as I being to deposit my load inside of the girl riding my cock. At the same time, she grinds down hard against me like she's trying to force me as deep inside her as possible.\n\nThe vagina my tongue is inside of begins to quiver, her juices flowing freely to soak my face. I feel like I'm going to drown, but I continue to lap at her folds, drinking of her fluids until she finally stills.\n\nI gasp for breath when the girl poised above my face slips off of me. My eyes seke out the second sister. I can feel her cunt tighten around my cock right before she slides up my slowly softening length. Its almost as if she's trying to milk every drop of my cum into her pussy. As I watch, more and more of my cock appears from her snatch until it finally slips free and falls against my belly.\n\nOne of her hands goes to her belly, a content look on her face. After a few seconds, she crawls further up onto the bed, her face stopping near mine. \n\nI think she is going to kiss me, but then she licks my cheek instead. At the same time I feel a tongue on my half erect cock.\n\n"Sister, you taste," The girl at my cock begins, "Delicious as usual," The one near my face purrs.\n\nI've never become hard so quickly in my entire life.\n\nThe girl at my face grins, the other sister giggling happily. \n\nI can feel the tongue slide across my cheek again just before the bed shifts. A hand envelopes my cock and a second later I feel the second sister's pussy engulf my throbbing member.\n\nThis time, the one riding me does so slowly, I can feel her pussy grip my cock in a way that makes it feel like her cunt is trying to suck me off. All the while the other sister licks my face, tasting her own sister's fluids.\n\nThe whole situation is too much. My cock throbs and releases my seed into the second sister in record time.\n\nGrinning, the girl licking my face kisses me full on the lips then pulls back.\n\nThe second sister repeats her sister's treatment of my cock, clamping down as she slowly slides up my length until it flops out onto my belly.\n\nBoth sisters look happy, but the hungry look in their eyes suggests that their lusts have not yet been fully sated.\n\nRealizing that if I stay any longer, I may not be able to leave.\n\nMy legs wobble when I roll off the bed, barely able to hold me upright as I try to find my clothes among the discarded clothing on the floor. I'm surprised, though I really shouldn't be, that much of the clothing on the floor appears to be men's clothing.\n\nThe two girls giggle behind me as I unsteadily dress myself, making my way toward the door as I do so.\n\n"You can stay' I'm unsure if both are talking, or just one since I am not looking at them when they speak, "If you would like."\n\nI look over my shoulder toward them, "Thank you for your," I struggle for the right word, "Hospitality."\n\nBoth girls giggle again. \n\nAt the door, I can still feel a bit of wobble to my legs, "Please come again," The two girls say in perfect harmony.\n\nClosing the door behind myself, I take a deep breath of the cool air.\n\n//Well, I guess I can check that off my bucket list.// I can't quite keep the grin off of my face as I walk back toward the street.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The twins smile when they see that I am following, my little cocklet pointing the way.\n\nBoth girls are inside before I reach the first step leading up onto their porch. When I step over the threshold, I barely have time to start taking in my surroundings, the bed that dominates the room, the crackling fireplace, tangled blankets and an assortment of pillows. I don't even register the discarded clothing scattered across the floor.\n\nThe entire place smells strongly of sex.\n\nWhen my eyes are drawn to the two naked girls, young, their bodies shamelessly displayed before me. One of the girls is sprawled across the bed, laying on her belly. Her pale ass draws my eyes and using that as a starting point I let my gaze drift over her body.\n\nI nearly forget about the other sister until her hands are on me, slipping directly to my belt. \n\nShifting my attention to the sister standing almost directly in front of me, I see her grin at the same instant I feel my pants start to fall.\n\nThere's not even enough time to properly protest before she's completely stripped me of my clothing. \n\n"Mmmmm," The first sister purrs, "It looks so tiny," The second one continues from the bed. "And I just want," The voice comes from right in front of me, "To gobble it up," Comes from the bed before the first girl finishes, "Inside of me."\n\nI instinctively cover myself in shame at the girls' words, intimately aware of my changes.\n\nShuffling my feet as I am herded toward the bed. When I feel the bed against the back of my legs, the young woman in front of me gives a little push, causing me to fall backward onto the bed.\n\nShe kneels at the foot of the bed, her lips kissing my little penis. Her hands glide over my hips and thighs, feeling nice right up to the moment she surprises me by sliding her finger along my ass crack.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I instinctively clinch up, not allowing her to go further. After a moment, she withdraws her finger and returns to rubbing the inside of my thighs.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 8>>I instinctively clench up, then after a moments hesitation allow myself to relase. Her finger probes deeper until it finds my asshole where she lightly prods it. The feeling is odd, and perhaps a little disturbing, but not unpleasant.\n\n<<else>>I allow myself to relax, her finger sliding deeper as it probes for my asshole. I enjoy the feeling as she prods my back door then make a surprised sound when she slips the tip of her finger inside of my anus.\n\n<<endif>>Her tongue glides around my tiny cock. I moan softly, savoring the intense feeling it gives me. My eyes roll back in my head, but when I open my eyes again I try to look down at her. \n\nI never get to see it happen though, the second sister straddles my face, her glistening wet pussy poised barely an inch from my eyes as she faces her sister.\n\nReaching up, I take hold of her hips. My hormones are talking for me by this point and I give in to my arousal. Leaning forward, my tongue darts out to taste her tangy sweet honey pot. My tongue barely has time to find her clit when I feel her sister suck at my little penis.\n\n"This is," The girl sucking my cocklet begins, "Fun," The one riding my tongue finishes.\n\nThe girl kneeling between my legs is //talented// with that mouth of hers, doing things that makes my whole body tremble.\n\nI groan into the pussy I am licking, its owner moaning in pleasure.\n\nBoth girls sound breathless when they speak again, "It won't be long," The one grinding herself against my face says, "now, he's getting close," The second finishes.\n\n//Not yet I'm not,// I think, but even as the thought crosses my mind I can feel my cock twitch even if I can't cum in a traditional sense anymore.\n\nThe vagina my tongue is inside of begins to quiver, her juices flowing freely to soak my face. I feel like I'm going to drown, but I continue to lap at her folds, drinking of her fluids until she finally stills.\n\nI gasp for breath when the girl poised above my face slips off of me. My eyes seke out the second sister. She smiles at me, a strand of clear fluid connecting my little penis to her lips.\n\nThe two girls kiss once, I can see their tongues meet between them. A second later the two switch places.\n\nWhen the sister from between my legs reaches my face, she kisses me on the lips, a taste that isn't quite saliva lingers on my tongue. A moment later, she breaks the kiss.\n\nI think she is going to kiss me again, but then she licks my cheek instead. At the same time I feel a tongue on my half erect cocklet.\n\n"Sister, you taste," The girl at my penis begins, "Delicious as usual," The one near my face purrs.\n\nI've never become hard so quickly in my entire life.\n\nThe girl at my face grins, the other sister giggling happily. \n\nI can feel the tongue slide across my cheek again just before the bed shifts. I can feel warm lips wrap around my cock again.\n\nThis time, the one licking and sucking me does so slowly, its a stark contrast to the intensity of her sister, but no lease pleasant. All the while the other sister licks my face, tasting her own sister's fluids.\n\nThe whole situation is too much. My cock throbs again, a dull ache settling into my groin that doesn't quite go away.\n\nGrinning, the girl licking my face kisses me full on the lips then pulls back.\n\nThe second sister leans back, exposing my groin to the cool air of the room.\n\nBoth sisters look happy, but the hungry look in their eyes suggests that their lusts have not yet been fully sated.\n\nRealizing that if I stay any longer, I may not be able to leave.\n\nMy legs wobble when I roll off the bed, barely able to hold me upright as I try to find my clothes among the discarded clothing on the floor. I'm surprised, though I really shouldn't be, that much of the clothing on the floor appears to be men's clothing.\n\nThe two girls giggle behind me as I unsteadily dress myself, making my way toward the door as I do so.\n\n"You can stay' I'm unsure if both are talking, or just one since I am not looking at them when they speak, "If you would like."\n\nI look over my shoulder toward them, "Thank you for your," I struggle for the right word, "Hospitality."\n\nBoth girls giggle again. \n\nAt the door, I can still feel a bit of wobble to my legs, "Please come again," The two girls say in perfect harmony.\n\nClosing the door behind myself, I take a deep breath of the cool air.\n\n//Well, I guess I can check that off my bucket list.// I can't quite keep the grin off of my face as I walk back toward the street.\n\n<<else>>The twins smile when they see that I am following, I can already feel my arousal dripping down the inside of my thighs already. //Though with how horny I have felt lately, that's hardly surprising.//\n\nBoth girls are inside before I reach the first step leading up onto their porch. When I step over the threshold, I barely have time to start taking in my surroundings, the bed that dominates the room, the crackling fireplace, tangled blankets and an assortment of pillows. I don't even register the discarded clothing scattered across the floor.\n\nThe entire place smells strongly of sex.\n\nWhen my eyes are drawn to the two naked girls, young, their bodies shamelessly displayed before me. One of the girls is sprawled across the bed, laying on her belly. Her pale ass draws my eyes and using that as a starting point I let my gaze drift over her body.\n\nI don't even notice the other sister until her hands are on me, slipping directly to my belt. \n\nShifting my attention to the sister standing almost directly in front of me, I see her grin at the same instant I feel my pants start to fall.\n\nThere's not even enough time to properly protest before she's completely stripped me of my clothing. \n\n"Mmmmm," The first sister purrs, "He's a she now," The second one continues from the bed. "I wanted cock," The voice comes from right in front of me, "But pussy is fun," Comes from the bed before the first girl finishes, "Too."\n\nI instinctively cover myself, self conscious of my newly female body.\n\nShuffling my feet as I am herded toward the bed. When I feel the bed against the back of my legs, the young woman in front of me gives a little push, causing me to fall backward onto the bed.\n\nShe kneels at the foot of the bed, her tongue sliding along my slit. Her hands glide over my hips and thighs, feeling nice right up to the moment she surprises me by sliding her finger along my ass crack.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I instinctively clinch up, not allowing her to go further. After a moment, she withdraws her finger and returns to rubbing the inside of my thighs.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 8>>I instinctively clench up, then after a moments hesitation allow myself to relas. Her finger probes deeper until it finds my asshole where she lightly prods it. The feeling is odd, and perhaps a little disturbing, but not unpleasant.\n\n<<else>>I allow myself to relax, her finger sliding deeper as it probes for my asshole. I enjoy the feeling as she prods my back door then make a surprised sound when she slips the tip of her finger inside of my anus.\n\n<<endif>>Her tongue presses hard enough to part my folds, flicking at my clit. I moan softly, savoring the intense feeling it gives me. My eyes roll back in my head, but when I open my eyes again I try to look down at her. \n\nI never get to see it happen though, the second sister straddles my face, her glistening wet pussy poised barely an inch from my eyes as she faces her sister.\n\nReaching up, I take hold of her hips. My hormones are talking for me by this point and I give in to my arousal. Leaning forward, my tongue darts out to taste her tangy sweet honey pot. My tongue barely has time to find her clit when I feel her sister go to work in earnest on my pussy. Her tongue laps greedily at my slit, probing my hole.\n\n"This is," The girl eating my pussy, "Fun," The one riding my tongue finishes.\n\nThe girl kneeling between my legs is //talented// with that mouth of hers, doing things that makes my whole body tremble.\n\nI groan into the pussy I am licking, its owner moaning in pleasure.\n\nBoth girls sound breathless when they speak again, "It won't be long," The one grinding herself against my face says, "now, she's getting close," The second finishes.\n\n//Not yet I'm not,// I think, but even as the thought crosses my mind I can feel my pussy quiver and fluid gushes from my hole. \n\nThe vagina my tongue is inside of begins to quiver, her juices flowing freely to soak my face. I feel like I'm going to drown, but I continue to lap at her folds, drinking of her fluids until she finally stills.\n\nI gasp for breath when the girl poised above my face slips off of me. My eyes seke out the second sister. She smiles at me, a strand of clear fluid connecting my little penis to her lips.\n\nThe two girls kiss once, I can see their tongues meet between them. A second later the two switch places.\n\n"Sister, she tastes," The girl at my crotch begins, "Delicious," The one near my face purrs.\n\nWhen the sister from between my legs reaches my face, she kisses me on the lips. I can taste my own pussy on her lips. A moment later, she breaks the kiss.\n\nI think she is going to kiss me again, but then she licks my cheek instead. At the same time I feel a new tongue slide along my feminine folds.\n\nA moan escapes my lips in spite of my attempt to hold it back.\n\nThe girl at my face grins, the other sister giggling happily. \n\nI can feel the tongue slide across my cheek again just before the bed shifts. I can feel warm lips against my pussy, her tongue easing into my hole.\n\nThis time, the one licking and sucking at my pussy does so slowly, its a stark contrast to the intensity of her sister, but no lease pleasant. All the while the other sister licks my face, tasting her own sister's fluids.\n\nThe whole situation is too much. My pussy quivers as another orgasm takes my breath away.\n\nGrinning, the girl licking my face kisses me full on the lips then pulls back.\n\nThe second sister leans back, exposing my wet pussy to the cool air of the room.\n\nBoth sisters look happy, but the hungry look in their eyes suggests that their lusts have not yet been fully sated.\n\nRealizing that if I stay any longer, I may not be able to leave.\n\nMy legs wobble when I roll off the bed, barely able to hold me upright as I try to find my clothes among the discarded clothing on the floor. I'm surprised, though I really shouldn't be, that much of the clothing on the floor appears to be men's clothing.\n\nThe two girls giggle behind me as I unsteadily dress myself, making my way toward the door as I do so.\n\n"You can stay' I'm unsure if both are talking, or just one since I am not looking at them when they speak, "If you would like."\n\nI look over my shoulder toward them, "Thank you for your," I struggle for the right word, "Hospitality."\n\nBoth girls giggle again. \n\nAt the door, I can still feel a bit of wobble to my legs, "Please come again," The two girls say in perfect harmony.\n\nClosing the door behind myself, I take a deep breath of the cool air.\n\n//Well, I guess I can check that off my bucket list.// I can't quite keep the grin off of my face as I walk back toward the street.\n\n<</if>>[[Leave.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 4>>

Wary, and not wanting to fight a fight that I might not be able to win, I keep my eyes on the creature as I start to slowly back away from the Deep One.\n\nI've taken perhaps a dozen paces before I see the Deep One's hand quicken its pace, stroking itself faster. Its hips shift suddenly, shaking, then it releases its cock as long stream of off white fluid erupts from the tip of its tapered shaft.\n\nIf I hadn't been backing away from the creature, there's no way I would have gotten far enough away to dodge the fluid. Even so, I quickly move to the side and only narrowly miss being hit at the puddle of fluid splashes the ground to my side.\n\nI glance at the creatures seed, then back towards where the creature just was. Its alerady gone, nowhere to be seen. \n\nWide eyed, I watch all around myself, searching for any sign of where it may have gone. \n\nTrying to watch in every direction at once in case the thing returns, I begin to walk again.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

One month later.\n\n//The radio plays loudly as its owner navigates the vehicle toward his destination.\n\n//Fear still grips the region as the Patchwork Murderer is still at large,// The voice on the radio speaks quickly, just a little static coming from the speakers, //as a twelfth mass murder was reported. So far police have been able to identify nearly thirty of the victims from body parts found across eight crime scenes. The police so far either do now know, or are not reporting on the total number of victims across the crime scenes. Detective Peter Duntel has been quoted as saying //"We're following every possible lead and working hard to identify the victims. This has some striking parallels to something that happened a few years back and we have some promising leads in that area."// Police have advised citizens to stay in at night and if you must go out to not do so alone.\n\nIn possibly related news, more than one hundred,-//\n\nWith a disgusted grunt, he pulls up to the curb, putting the car in park.\n\n"What do we have?" Peter Duntel asks the nearby officer as he exits his car.\n\n"They've caught him," The young officer says, his eyes just a little too wide.\n\n//Kid's rattled,// Peter realizes, //Bet <<print $PlayerName>> would do anything to be here right now.//\n\n"Caught who?" Peter asks, not quite following the train of thought, "Isn't this another Patchwork Murderer site?"\n\n"It is," The young officer begins, but Peter finally realizes what the man is saying, "You're saying they caught the Patchwork Murderer?!?"\n\nThe young officer just nods.\n\nPeter almost runs toward where he sees a group of officers flanking the alley to keep people out. \n\n"Sir," A burly cop steps toward Peter as he begins to speak, "You shouldn't be here," Mike says, a good cop that Peter has known for more than a decade.\n\n"What the hell you talking about, I'm the lead on this case, I //belong// here.\n\nMike swallows visibly, "I can't stop you," The thick set man says, concern in his eyes, "But I really think you should sit this one out and let someone tell you what we find here instead of,-"\n\n//Must be worse than usual, Mike isn't one to let something get under his skin.//\n\nPeter cuts him off with a wave of his hand and pushes past the group. In the enclosed area of the alley, the coppery stench of blood hangs thick in the air. \n\nThe early morning sun is angled just right to illuminate the narrow alley, great swaths of strange symbols painted in crimson blood smearing the walls all around him. \n\nSeveral officers are grouped not far ahead, blocking his view of anything further down the alley. \n\n//Must be the body,// Peter thinks to himself, //Wonder momentarily if they've already booked the Patchwork Murderer or if he's still around here somewhere?//\n\nPushing between two of the officers, Peter sees the murder scene for the first time.\n\nAfter seeing so many of these horrible scenes this last month, he can tell that almost everything appears just as it has in all the other scenes. \n\nThe one difference defies reason.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, what are you doing here? And why are you wearing a //dress?//" He asks the man standing ankle deep in blood right beside the body. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he realizes that there's something terribly wrong with what he's seeing that goes far beyond his old friend wearing woman's clothing.\n\nPeter, wide eyed, reaches for the gun at his hip, drawing the Smith & Weston Magnum with exaggerated slowness.\n\n"Peter! You've come to help!" <<print $PlayerName>> says with an eerie smile, "We can save her! We can bring her back to life! I've been //practicing.//"\n\nMadness clear in his eyes, Peter's former partner continues, "I did everything I could, but they did, . . . " Spittle flies from his lips as he breathes hard, "Did terrible things to her."\n\nPeter can't quite force himself to point his weapon at his former partner, his oldest friend. He opens his mouth to speak, to ask why, but the words falter, stillborn on his tongue as he looks at the body for the first time. \n\nThis body is not completed, //They must have interrupted him in the middle of displaying this body,// and the traditional layer of skin has only just started to be sewn across the face. Peter recognizes the face almost instantly. More feminine than he remembered, but without a doubt the face of Tom.\n\n"She's beautiful isn't she?" <<print $PlayerName>> says softly from where he is standing, "She answers to Tanya now. Or she will, when she's alive again," His voice holds a haunting quality to it, trembling with excitement.\n\nBehind Peter, one of the other officers makes a sound. Likely he's trying to fight back the urge to vomit.\n\nPeter raises his pistol, taking aim at <<print $PlayerName>>, //Was it always him? From the first murder? Or just this recent string?// A strange calm settles over Peter, //He killed my son, did this horrible thing to him.// Peter glances at the face of the body on the ground, the only part of it he knows for sure is part of his son.\n\n"We must act quickly now," <<print $PlayerName>> says suddenly, drawing Peter's attention back to him, "Once Tanya is alive again, we have to run, we have to hide. The harbinger is in our world now, //she// will be here soon."\n\n//THE END?\n\n\n\n\n[[New Game Plus.]]

"Any idea how long the body might have been in the water?" I ask\n\n"Its hard to say for sure," Aaron says, "Not long though, maybe a day or two at most?" \n\nMy eyes narrow slightly, as I file away the information.\n\n"Some of what washes up on shore is pretty old," Aaron's lip curls with clear disgust.\n\n[[You have any idea who she was?]]\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?]]<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?]]<</if>><<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?]]<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?]]<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?]]\n<</if>>\nor\n[[I'm done talking to Aaron.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

"I was wondering about your tea?" I ask.\n\nMr Morichi's eyebrows come up slightly, "You would like a cup?" His voice holds a note of clear amusement.\n\n"No," You blurt quickly, remembering the bitter taste the one time you tried it.\n\n"I suspected as much," He hides his smile behind a sip from his own teacup.\n\n"I was actually curious about what all was in it," I lean back in my seat, looking at the teacup on the little table between us.\n\n"To be honest, I dont even remember anymore. My mother used to make it for me as a child, and since then the servants have been responsible for making it. Are you hoping for the recipe? If so, I can request a copy be made for you."\n\n"No, no need, just idle curiosity," I feel uncomfortable unleashing such a bitter drink on anyone I know. <<if $Madness gte 1>>A soft feminine voice coos playfully in the back of my mind, putting me suddenly on edge. My eyes drift to the corners of the room, looking for dark places where shadows may be lurking.<<endif>>\n\nDismissing the subject from my mind, I consider if I want to ask him anything else.\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]

"Um," I begin, not quite sure how to ask. After a moment, i decide to just come out with it instead of beating around the bush, "I'm having some troubles," I cup my sensitive chest, hoping to emphasize what I'm talking about, "Since coming to Wanton Cove. Is there something in the water here? Or maybe some form of sickness around here that I should know about?"\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>There's sadness in her expression as she looks over my graying skin and other mutations. <</if>>Her expression seems to become uncertain, her eyes lingering on my chest for a few seconds, then flickering towards my crotch. Turning slightly, she casts a quick glance towards Aaron, a hint of fear finding its way into her eyes, "I wouldn't know anything about it. I can't be of any help." \n\nLooking sad, she adds, "Maybe I can take you upstairs and show you a good time, help you forget your troubles for a little while?" She gives a little smile, "If you can afford me that is."\n\n<<if $Money gte 10>>[[Employ Tanya's Services.|Looking for a good time?]]\n\n[[Maybe another time.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<else>>"[[Maybe another time.|The Barmaids Daughter]]" I say<</if>>

When I exit my room, I start to become aware of just how quiet it is. //I can't hear anything downstairs, no one's talking or making any noise.//\n\nI can feel my brow tighten with concern. Reaching into my jacket, my hand comes to rest on the handle of my .38 Special, comforted by its presence even though I do not draw it.\n\nReaching the bottom of the stairs, I take in the darkened interior of the Barmaid's Daughter. //Not a soul in sight,// I think, my sense of unease continuing to grow.\n\n"Hello?" My voice sounds timid in the empty space, "Is anyone here?" I continue with a firmer voice.\n\nOnly silence replies.\n\nI take a deep breath and let it out slowly. My hand slips from the handle of my pistol as I make my way toward the bar. The entire time, my eyes search the area, looking for any sign of where the inhabitants might have gone.\n\nWhen I reach the bar, I call out one more time, then step behind the counter. Grabbing the first bottle I can reach, I pull the cork and take a long drink. I don't even care what it is, only that it burns my dry throat like liquid fire on its way down.\n\n//Wow,// I manage to rasp past my lips. Turning the bottle, I look at the label, whiskey, though I'm unfamiliar with the brand, //Burns so bad it actually hurts to drink it.//\n\nRaising the bottle, I take a second pull from the bottle, filling my mouth with the liquid and letting it linger on my tongue for several seconds before swallowing. It burns every bit as bad on the way down the second time.\n\n//Good stuff.// I think, looking around the tavern's interior one more time to ensure I am alone, then slipping the bottle into the large pocket on the inside of my jacket, //I'll pay for it before I leave the island.//\n\nI'm just about to step back around the bar when the front door of the tavern slams open.\n\n[[Continue.|Morichi Entry]]

NOTE: You are now playing New Game +. Your character is now tremendously overpowered, you have skills at levels that will always generate the highest possible skill check results, you have a mountain of ammo made small only in comparison to your mountain of cash, and on the near impossibility that you find yourself in dire straits you also have a few extra first aid kits to get you through some of the nastier fights in the game.\n\nNow, let our tale begain anew.\n\n[img[images/Title.jpg]]\n\nI spent nearly twenty-five years on the force. \n\nIn that time, I had convinced myself that mankind was at the root of all this world's evil. The things a person is capable of doing to another human being are truly horrible. I'd seen the worst this world had to offer, or so I thought.\n\n[[Tell us a little about yourself.|NG1]]\n<<set $PlayerStrength = 10>>\n<<set $PlayerIntelligence = 10>>\n<<set $PlayerCharisma = 10>>\n<<set $PlayerBrawling = 15>>\n<<set $PlayerEttiquette = 15>>\n<<set $PlayerFirearms = 15>>\n<<set $PlayerIntimidation = 15>>\n<<set $PlayerInvestigation = 15>>\n<<set $PlayerOccult = 15>>\n<<set $PlayerPerception = 15>>\n<<set $PlayerSecurity = 15>>\n<<set $PlayerStreetwise = 15>>\n<<set $SkillPoints = 10>>\n<<set $CharHP = 10>>\n<<set $playerDefense = 10 + $PlayerStrength>>\n<<set $Madness = 0>>\n<<set $Taint = 0>>\n<<set $Mutation = 0>>\n<<set $Depravity = 0>>\n<<set $LastTaint to 0>>\n<<set $Ammo = 1000>>\n<<set $Money = 100000>>\n<<set $Aid = 100>>\n<<set $Day = 1>>\n\n<<set $D2Sleep = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Bed = "True">>\n\n<<set $GooCounter = 1>>\n<<set $Flee = "false">>\n\n<<set $MotherofLust = "Not Played">>\n<<set $WantonCove = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Letter = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Room = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Settled = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Prostitute = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Pr = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Barkeep = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Lie = "Not Played">>\n<<set $SailorGoo = "Not Played">>\n<<set $SailorGoo1 = "Not Played">>\n<<set $FirstStatue = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Geography = "Not Played">>\n<<set $ChurchBroken = "Not Played">>\n<<set $ChurchFoot = "Not Played">>\n<<set $ChurchAlternate = "false">>\n<<set $ChurchWindow = "false">>\n<<set $Compartment = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Drunk = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Pastor = "Not Played">>\n<<set $PastorBook = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Read = 0>>\n<<set $Research = 0>>\n<<set $PastorContront = "False">>\n<<set $BrandallBluff = "Not Played">>\n<<set $WoodHouse = "Not Played">>\n<<set $TTalk = "false">>\n<<set $WaterfrontBody = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Body1 = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Body1a = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Body1A = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Body1S = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Body1Seen = "Not Played">>\n<<set $SherwoodHouse = "false">>\n<<set $Cross = "Not Played">>\n<<set $SherwoodSex = "Not Played">>\n<<set $SherwoodMutation = 0>>\n<<set $SherwoodCounter = 0>>\n<<set $Tom2 = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Sighting1 = "Played">>\n<<set $Catch = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Cherry = "True">>\n<<set $DogKnot = "false">>\n<<set $TWarning = "Not Played">>\n<<set $DOneSighting = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Encounter = "Not Played">>\n<<set $HybridFight = "Not Played">>\n<<set $DeepFight = "Not Played">>\n<<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n\n<<set $Aaron = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Tom = "Not Played">>\n<<set $TomSighting = "Not Played">>\n<<set $TomTanya = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Cobb = "Not Played">>\n<<set $CobbIntimidate = "Not Played">>\n<<set $CobbStreetwise = "Not Played">>\n<<set $CobbThird = "Not Played">>\n<<set $CobbHaven = "Not Played">>\n<<set $PastorErkon = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Jackobson = "Not Played">>\n<<set $JackobsonOpen = "Not Played">>\n<<set $JackobsonHouse = 0>>\n<<set $JackobsonBluff = "Not Played">>\n<<set $JI = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Nadia = "Not Played">>\n<<set $NadiaFirstFlirt = "false">>\n<<set $Phil = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Sherwood = "Not Played">>\n<<set $SWood = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Rose = "Not Played">>\n<<set $RoseCrow = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Gunny = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Vick = "Not Played">>\n<<set $VickSex = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Felix = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Mansion = "Not Played">>\n<<set $MansionInvestigate = 0>>\n<<set $Morichi = "Not Played">>\n<<set $MorichiMet = 0>>\n<<set $MorichiDaughter = 0>>\n<<set $babyAzumi = "Not Played">>\n<<set $AzumiFriend = "Not Played">>\n<<set $AzumiDaddy = "Not Played">>\n<<set $LockedOut = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Vessel = "Not Played">>\n<<set $cave = 0>>\n<<set $Machete = "false">>\n<<set $C2B = "Not Played">>\n<<set $FCounter = 0>>\n<<set $Anne = "Not Played">>\n<<set $AnneHusband = "Not Played">>\n<<set $AnneCuck = "Not Played">>\n<<set $DeweyMeet = "Not Played">>\n<<set $AnneV = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Twins = "Not Played">>\n\n<<set $B1Limp = "NotPlayed">>\n<<set $B1Goo = "Not Played">>\n<<set $B1Sex = "Not Played">>\n<<set $B1Shoulder = "Not Played">>\n<<set $B1Water = "Not Played">>\n\n<<set $LurkWater = "false">>\n<<set $BookFight = "Not Played">>\n<<set $ZRape = "Not Played">>\n\n<<set $MotherTalk = "Not Played">>\n<<set $Stranger = "Not Played">>\n\n<<set $Fountain = "Not Played">>\n<<set $FountainInvestigated = "Not Played">>\n<<set $RuinAaron = "false">>\n<<set $RuinsMorichi = "Not Played">>\n<<set $RuinsOpen = "Not Played">>\n<<set $RuinsVick = "Not Played">>\n<<set $RuinsFound = "Not Played">>\n<<set $RuinsLeftBehind = "Not Played">>\n

window.commonRuinsEvents = function () {\n\tvar chance = random(1, 77);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 3) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins1";\n\t} else if (chance <= 6) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins2";\n\t} else if (chance <= 10) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins3";\n\t} else if (chance <= 14) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins4";\n\t} else if (chance <= 15) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins5";\n\t} else if (chance <= 18) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins6";\n\t} else if (chance <= 22) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins7";\n\t} else if (chance <= 24) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins8";\n\t} else if (chance <= 25) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins9";\n\t} else if (chance <= 28) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins10";\n\t} else if (chance <= 31) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins11";\n\t} else if (chance <= 34) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins12";\n\t} else if (chance <= 37) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins13";\n\t} else if (chance <= 41) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins14";\n\t} else if (chance <= 42) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins15";\n\t} else if (chance <= 43) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins16";\n\t} else if (chance <= 44) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins17";\n\t} else if (chance <= 45) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins18";\n\t} else if (chance <= 46) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins19";\n\t} else if (chance <= 47) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins20";\n\t} else if (chance <= 51) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins21";\n\t} else if (chance <= 55) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins22";\n\t} else if (chance <= 57) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins23";\n\t} else if (chance <= 61) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins24";\n\t} else if (chance <= 65) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins25";\n\t} else if (chance <= 69) {\n\t\tpassage = "RuinsFightFemaleDeepOne";\n\t} else if (chance <= 74) {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins Fight 1";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = "Ruins Fight 2";\n\t}\n\n\treturn passage;\n};\n

"I should really be going," I say, slipping an arm around her to give a half hug.\n\n"//Go?//" There's heartache in her tone and she suddenly looks on the verge of tears, "Did I do something wrong?"\n\n"No, I-" She cuts me off.\n\n"Then stay, //please.//" She clutches tightly to me.\n\n"I can't, even if I want to."\n\n"Am I not pretty to you? Do you not like me?" Her tone makes me want to stay by her side, but I quickly stomp down the rising feeling.\n\n"You're beautiful, but there are other things I need to do," I try to explain.\n\nWith far more strength than a girl her size should be capable of, she shoves me back on the bed and straddles my chest, her precum leaking cock pointing straight at my lips. I have the sudden realization that if I puckered my lips, I'd probably taste it.\n\nWhen my eyes meet hers, there's something dark and desperate in her eyes. I can't help but think of how Mr Morichi said she had raped people in town when she had gotten out in the past. There's a visible struggle behind her eyes, then her expression becomes suddenly sad, "Sorry," She mumbles. \n\nAs if realizing what she was doing for the first time, she quickly crawls off of me, only slowing enough to lean forward and give me a chaste kiss on the lips.\n\nShe looks self conscious when I sit up, unable to look me in the eyes, "Promise you'll come see me again some time?"\n\n"I'll try," I reply. \n\nGetting up off the bed, I make my way to the door of the room. When I glance back at her, she's laying on her bed, her eyes on mine as she slowly strokes her cock.\n\nWhen I close the door behind myself, I double check that its locked before returning to Mr Morichi.\n\nEntering Mr Morichi's little sitting room, I sit the key on the table beside his tea. For a second, he looks like he's going to say, or more likely, ask me something, but instead he simply picks the key up and slips it back into his pocket. \n\nSeeing him turn his attention back to the view outside the window, I take that as invitation to [[sit with him again.|I step into the small room beyond.]]\n\n

<<if $Day gte 5>>A flash of light, followed a bare second later by the roar of thunder sounds out over the waters. By the time I look out over the ocean, I see nothing but falling rain.<<else>>The moisture in the air is so thick that it makes the air actually smell //wet//. \n\nI take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the cool, damp air.<<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

Deciding to join the woman, I approach slowly. I can feel my cock hardening at the sight of her.\n\nAs I close the distance between us, she licks her lips, her eyes firmly glued to my crotch.\n\nBy the time I reach her, she is reaching out for me, taking hold of my pants, unbuckling my belt and working to free my cock from its confines.\n\n[[Push her to her knees.|SlumSuck1]]\nor\n[[Bend her over and fuck her.|SlumPussy1]]

<<if $DeepCombat is "true">>Chest heaving, my breath comes in ragged gasps as I look down on the disgusting thing laying dead at my feet.\n\nCautiously, I nudge it once with my dirty boot, but elict no response from the thing. Emboldened, I give it a little kick, resulting in the same lack of response.\n\nAfter a couple of seconds, I give it a push with my foot again, this time moving it onto its back so I can get a better look at it. \n\nThe crest along the back of its head causes its entire head to list to one side. A trickle of blackish blood leaking from the corner of its mouth where it siwrls in the water pooled on the strange stone path in the Ruins. Like its back, its arms, legs, and sides are covered in thick scaly skin. Not quite true scales, and not quite leather. Along its belly, the coloration lightens slightly and the scales seem smaller, though after more than one encounter with the creatures, I figure its safe to say that they offer no less protection for it. A pair of large breasts are on it's chest. If not for the color, they'd look almost human. That anything about the creature could seem //human// seems almost absurd.\n\nFinally, my eyes move lower, between its legs where I can see a hint of an opening. There's a hint of pink inside, and it doesn't take a great thinker to realize that I'm looking at it's vagina. \n\nWith my boot, I step near it's crotch, applying pressure in a way that spreads it open just a little bit for a better look before stepping back.\n\nI take a few moments to consider what I have seen, then away from the body.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<else>>My eyes dart around my surroundings, searching the nearby trees and bushes for any further sign of threat.\n\nSatisfied that there is no further immediate threat, I take a deep breath to calm myself.\n\n<<if $random is 1>><<else>><<if $EnemyFlee is "true">> <<else>><<if $weaponChance lte 5>>\nTaking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found <<print $AmmoLoot>> rounds of ammunition.<<set $Ammo = $Ammo + $AmmoLoot>>\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>>\n<<else>>Taking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>><<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>><<endif>>\n\n\n

For a few seconds, I consider what I should ask.\n\n[[Did you think of anything you could add about the waterfront?]]\n\n[[What about the man with the limp you mentioned before?]]\n\n[[You said your brother was leaving on the fishing boat?]]\n\n[[Tell me a little about yourself?]]\n\n[[You seemed a little intimidated by Aaron?]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon|Sherwood Pastor Talk]]<</if>><<if $SherwoodSex is "Played">>\n\n[[Maybe I can itch that scratch for you again?|Sherwood Sex]]<<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.]]<</if>>\n\n<</if>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Ms Sherwood what she knows about Azumi.]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[Done asking questions for now.|Ms Sherwood's House]]

I stand there for nearly a minute, looking down at the body as I try to make sense of what I am seeing.\n\n//It looks human, but its obvious that its not.// I shudder lightly, //It looks like some kind of sea monster crossed with a human.//\n\nI'm hesitant as I move closer to the creature, rolling it onto its back. I look at its oddly webbed fingers, its too large eyes. \n\nAnother shiver goes through me. My legs feel weak as I step away from the creature.\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]\n\n

A few seconds later, Mr Morichi is locking the door behind us. The melodious sound of Azumi's giggling can be heard through the door.\n\nStarting to walk away from the door, I have little choice but to follow Mr Morichi or be left behind.\n\n"You understand now why I prefer not to speak of my daugher?" He asks when we are about half way back to the room he likes to sit in.\n\n"Yeah, I think I do." I reply, realizing that the experience still has me reeling as I try to wrap my head around everything.\n\nWe walk the rest of the way back before he speaks again.\n\n"If you wish to see her again, you may do so, though I have no intention of accompanying you a second time." He picks up his cup of tea, sipping at it before making a face, "Cold," He mutters to himself before sitting it down again, "It breaks my heart every time I see her. She hates me," When he looks at me, there's a hint of moisture in his eyes.\n\nNot sure what to say, I remain silent.\n\nWhen he looks away, his tone is much more restrained, "I will tell you just a little more about her, then I would ask that we speak of more pleasant things," Not waiting for my reply, he continues, "The last time she escaped her room, she raped a man here in town. That was about four years ago."\n\n//Around the time the Pastor committed suicide.// I realize.\n\n"She has an insatable sex drive. She was barely through puberty when it begain. She'd do anything to satisfy her urges, even forcing herself on unwilling partners. Needless to say, many of the locals frowned upon this. After all, few men enjoy being buggered, and fewer still enjoy their wives and daughters being raped."\n\nI can see the muscles along his jaw tighten as he grinds his teeth, something I've never seen him do before, "I tried restraining her to the mansion after the first few incidents, but then she turned her attention to myself and those in my employ. When her attempts were rebuffed, . . . well, there's a reason she's confined to her room."\n\n"I have even tried finding willing lovers for her in the hopes that they can quench her fire, but to no avail," Looking at you, "As I mentioned before, I will not stop you from visiting her if you wish to do so, though I doubt she knows anything that could be of value to you or your search for Tom. Just know that if you //do// visit her without my protection, willing or not, she will seek your //affections.//\n\nI nod slowly in understanding.\n\nWhen he turns his attention to the waves outside the window, I realize it might be best to change the subject.\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]<</if>>\n\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]

<<set $random to random(1,8)>>\s\n\t<<if $Day lte 4>>\s\t\n\t\t<<if $Anne is "Not Played">>\sAs I make my way down the road, the soft sound of gravel grinding beneath my feet, I see a mature woman sitting on the front porch of one of the houses. While I can clearly see her age, something in her demeanor refuses to let me think of her as old.\n\nShe is conservatively dressed, with a collar that pulls snugly around her throat. Her dress is of an expensive looking cut, black with shades of gray and just a hint of lace at the neckline and wrists. \n\nI'm not sure if the sounds of my footsteps draw her attention, or if its something else, but when her eyes raise from the book she is reading to meet my own, the cold certainty in her eyes is enough to break my stride.\n\n//This is not someome to be triffled with.//\n\nWhile the smile that follows is surely intended to be friendly, it never touches her eyes, and my earlier thought echoes in my mind. "You're new to Wanton Cove," There is little real emotion in her deep feminine voice.\n\n"Just passing through," I reply non-commitally.\n\nBefore I can increase my pace and make my escape, she continues, "Wanton Cove is a //funny// place to simply 'Pass through' as you put it. People come here by design." She tilts her head, considering me. \n\n//Why do I feel like a rat in some researcher's cage all of a sudden.//\n\n"But forgive my rudeness," I can sense no appology in her tone, "My name is Lady Margaret Anne," She rises from her chair, walking to the edge of her deck as she says it, her hand thrusting forward as if in greeting when she reaches the deck.\n\nEven though her moving to the edge of her deck only closed about a quarter of the distance seperating us, I feel compelled to close the rest of the distance to shake her hand. \n\nStanding three steps above me, she looks down her nose at me when I take her hand, shaking it briefly before releasing it. \n\nFor the first time since laying eyes on Lady Anne, her false smile touches her eyes with a heavy dose of arrogance.\n\nI fight the urge to wipe my hand off on my damp jacket.\n\nHer expression turns expectant, never tilting her head down, making me feel as if I'm nearly beneath her notice, "<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," I finally reply.\n\n"It has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," The way she says my name makes me wonder if I just somehow gave up some important secret. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end just a split second before her faint smile touches her eyes again.\n\nI can't resist the urge to shiver.\n\n"Don't you worry <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, there may be a chill in the air around here, but you get used to it after a while."\n\nI can't help but wonder if there's some hidden meaning behind her words.\n\nHer eyes shift slightly to my side, but when I glance that direction, I see nothing that could have attracted her attention, "I must go check on my husband, but perhaps next time you cross my path, I can invite you in for something warm to drink."\n\nI slowly nod, suddenly feeling as if some invisible force that I had not even known was holding me in the spot had released me. With haste, I take a couple of steps back from the intimidating woman.\n\nShe pays me no further mind as she walks first to the place she had been reading to retrieve her book, then to the door to her home.\n\nAfter a few seconds, I begin to walk away, my pace brisk.\n\n[[Make your exit.|Nice part of town.]]<<set $Anne to "Played">>\s\n\t\t<<elseif $Anne is "Played">>\sAs I make my way through the good part of town, I glance towards Lady Anne's home, half fearing that I'll see her sitting outside of her house again.\n\nSure enough, my eyes meet hers. Somehow she manages to smile, the skin around her eyes tightening noticeably even though her lips don't seem to move.\n\nAfter holding my gaze for several seconds, she releases me from her invisible grasp as she turns her attention to the table beside her. There are two glasses and a pitcher on the table. As I watch, she pours both glasses full of what appears to be ice water. I can hear the ice dubes clinking softly against the glass.\n\nShe sits the pitcher back down, then leans back in her seat again, a self-satisfied expression on her face as she looks at me expectantly. \n\nSeeing her summons as what it is, I make my way towards her with hesitant footsteps.\n\n[[Continue.|Anne Home]]<<endif>>\s\n\t<<elseif $random gte 4>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Anne is "Not Played">>\sAs I make my way down the road, the soft sound of gravel grinding beneath my feet, I see a mature woman sitting on the front porch of one of the houses. While I can clearly see her age, something in her demeanor refuses to let me think of her as old.\n\nShe is conservatively dressed, with a collar that pulls snugly around her throat. Her dress is of an expensive looking cut, black with shades of gray and just a hint of lace at the neckline and wrists. \n\nI'm not sure if the sounds of my footsteps draw her attention, or if its something else, but when her eyes raise from the book she is reading to meet my own, the cold certainty in her eyes is enough to break my stride.\n\n//This is not someome to be triffled with.//\n\nWhile the smile that follows is surely intended to be friendly, it never touches her eyes, and my earlier thought echoes in my mind. "You're new to Wanton Cove," There is little real emotion in her deep feminine voice.\n\n"Just passing through," I reply non-commitally.\n\nBefore I can increase my pace and make my escape, she continues, "Wanton Cove is a //funny// place to simply 'Pass through' as you put it. People come here by design." She tilts her head, considering me. \n\n//Why do I feel like a rat in some researcher's cage all of a sudden.//\n\n"But forgive my rudeness," I can sense no appology in her tone, "My name is Lady Margaret Anne," She rises from her chair, walking to the edge of her deck as she says it, her hand thrusting forward as if in greeting when she reaches the deck.\n\nEven though her moving to the edge of her deck only closed about a quarter of the distance seperating us, I feel compelled to close the rest of the distance to shake her hand. \n\nStanding three steps above me, she looks down her nose at me when I take her hand, shaking it briefly before releasing it. \n\nFor the first time since laying eyes on Lady Anne, her false smile touches her eyes with a heavy dose of arrogance.\n\nI fight the urge to wipe my hand off on my damp jacket.\n\nHer expression turns expectant, never tilting her head down, making me feel as if I'm nearly beneath her notice, "<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," I finally reply.\n\n"It has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," The way she says my name makes me wonder if I just somehow gave up some important secret. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end just a split second before her faint smile touches her eyes again.\n\nI can't resist the urge to shiver.\n\n"Don't you worry <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, there may be a chill in the air around here, but you get used to it after a while."\n\nI can't help but wonder if there's some hidden meaning behind her words.\n\nHer eyes shift slightly to my side, but when I glance that direction, I see nothing that could have attracted her attention, "I must go check on my husband, but perhaps next time you cross my path, I can invite you in for something warm to drink."\n\nI slowly nod, suddenly feeling as if some invisible force that I had not even known was holding me in the spot had released me. With haste, I take a couple of steps back from the intimidating woman.\n\nShe pays me no further mind as she walks first to the place she had been reading to retrieve her book, then to the door to her home.\n\nAfter a few seconds, I begin to walk away, my pace brisk.\n\n[[Make your exit.|Nice part of town.]]<<set $Anne to "Played">>\s\n\t\t<<elseif $Anne is "Played">>The moment I come into view of her house, I see Lady Anne sitting on her porch. More startling is the faint smile on her lips, and the fact that she's looking straight at me, almost like she knew I was about to round the corner.\n\nSome small part of me wonders if its too late to turn around and walk away. She tilts her head slightly, like she's pondering my thoughts alongside me. I shiver slightly and reluctantly adjust my trajectory to take me to her front porch.\n\n[[Continue.|Anne Home]]<<endif>>\s\n\t<<elseif $random lte 3>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Anne is "Not Played">>\s"Why don't you come over here and stand out of the rain for a spell," The voice carries clearly over the steady roar of heavy rain. \n\nI look up to see a mature woman standing near the door of one of the houses down this street. While I can clearly see her age, something in her demeanor refuses to let me think of her as old.\n\nShe is conservatively dressed, with a collar that pulls snugly around her throat. Her dress is of an expensive looking cut, black with shades of gray and just a hint of lace at the neckline and wrists. \n\nPart of me wants to rush on towards my intended destination, but the cold certainty in her eyes is enough to break my stride.\n\n//This is not someome to be triffled with.//\n\nWhile the smile that follows is surely intended to be friendly, it never touches her eyes, and my earlier thought echoes in my mind. "You're new to Wanton Cove," There is little real emotion in her deep feminine voice.\n\n"Just passing through," I reply non-commitally.\n\nBefore I can increase my pace and make my escape, she continues, "Wanton Cove is a //funny// place to simply 'Pass through' as you put it. People come here by design." She tilts her head, considering me. \n\n//Why do I feel like a rat in some researcher's cage all of a sudden.//\n\n"But forgive my rudeness," I can sense no appology in her tone, "My name is Lady Margaret Anne," She steps away from the door, walking to the edge of her deck as she says it, her hand thrusting forward as if in greeting when she reaches the deck.\n\nEven though her moving to the edge of her deck only closed about a quarter of the distance seperating us, I feel compelled to close the rest of the distance to shake her hand. \n\nStanding three steps above me, she looks down her nose at me when I take her hand, shaking it briefly before releasing it. \n\nFor the first time since laying eyes on Lady Anne, her false smile touches her eyes with a heavy dose of arrogance.\n\nI fight the urge to wipe my hand off on my rain soaked jacket.\n\nHer expression turns expectant, never tilting her head down, making me feel as if I'm nearly beneath her notice, "<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," I finally reply.\n\n"It has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," The way she says my name makes me wonder if I just somehow gave up some important secret. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end just a split second before her faint smile touches her eyes again.\n\nI can't resist the urge to shiver.\n\n"Don't you worry <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, "The rain may be cold, but you get used to it after a while."\n\nI can't help but wonder if there's some hidden meaning behind her words.\n\nHer eyes shift slightly to my side, but when I glance that direction, I see nothing that could have attracted her attention, "I must go check on my husband, but perhaps next time you cross my path, I can invite you in for something warm to drink."\n\nI slowly nod, suddenly feeling as if some invisible force that I had not even known was holding me in the spot had released me. With haste, I take a couple of steps back from the intimidating woman.\n\nShe pays me no further mind as she turns and strides to the door of her home..\n\nAfter a few seconds, I begin to walk away, my pace brisk.\n\n[[Make your exit.|Nice part of town.]]<<set $Anne to "Played">>\s\n\t\t<<elseif $Anne is "Played">>\sMy head is stooped under the relentless rain that seems intent to drive me into the mud. I only occasionally turn my eyes above the ground at my feet in an attempt to see where I am headed. \n\nWhen I glance up, light to my side draws my attention.\n\n//Lady Anne's house.//\n\nThe sliver of light from the partially opened front door is like a beakon in a world seemingly perpetually streaked by falling rain. There, just outside of that door is Lady Anne, her arms crossed under her ample bosom in a way that seems to emphasize their size, "If you would like, you may come in, enjoy my hospitality for a bit. May be nice to get out of the rain for a spell," Her voice puts me a little on edge, the way it lacks any real emotion when she speaks.\n\n[[Continue.|Anne Home]]<<endif>><<endif>>

<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 12>>"I know its an ugly business, but I've got to ask anyway," I put as much sympathy into my voice as I'm able, "But is there anything, anything at all you can think to add about the scene on the waterfront?"\n\nMs Sherwood's face seems to pinch in distaste, "I'm sorry, no." She pauses, as if wracking her mind for anything else to add, "But if I think of anything more, I'll be sure to let you know.\n\n"Thanks, I appreciate that." I say, meaning it.\n\nSeeing that I'm not likely to learn any more at this time by pushing the subject, I decide its time to change the subject instead. <<else>>"You haven't thought of anything more to add about the scene on the waterfront?" I ask.\n\nMs Sherwood's face seems to pinch in distaste, "No, and I'd rather not think on that anymore if possible."\n\nSeeing that I'm not going to get any more out of her, I decide its time to change the subject.<</if>>\n\n[[What about the man with the limp you mentioned before?]]\n\n[[You said your brother was leaving on the fishing boat?]]\n\n[[Tell me a little about yourself?]]\n\n[[You seemed a little intimidated by Aaron?]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon|Sherwood Pastor Talk]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.]]<</if>>\n\n<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Ms Sherwood what she knows about Azumi.]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[Done asking questions for now.|Ms Sherwood's House]]

As I run, I can hear angry shouts coming from behind me. Far too close for comfort, but after a couple of minutes I begin to realize that they aren't really gaining on me either. //Small mercies.//\n\n<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 13>>I hear the sound of something move in the underbrush just a short distance to my right. I instinctively alter my headlong flight to avoid whatever it may be. Not long after, the same thing happens again, and again. \n\nI don't know how long run fore before my pace devolves into a brisk walk, but I start to think about my situation while struggling to catch my breath.\n\n//Even now, they aren't gaining on me. Almost every noise I hear is from the right side. They're trying to herd me towards something, or someone. Or since I'm effectively running in a big circle, they might be trying to set up some kind of ambush ahead of me,// I realize. I also come to the quick realization that there's nothing I can do about it.\n\nA twig snap, closer this time, causes me to quicken my pace once more.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 8>>I can hear sounds to either side of me from time to time. Each time I instinctively shy away from the sound, trying to avoid any of the cultists during my headlong flight.\n\nAfter a while, I begin to become aware of something, //I'm being herded. They aren't really trying to catch me.// My pace falters as I struggle to breathe, //But why? And towards what?//\n\n<<else>>As I run, I can hear sounds all around me, each one seeming closer than the last. \n\nIt feels like I run forever, and no matter how much adrenaline is coursing through my body, my pace eventually starts to falter.\n\n<<endif>>I burst from the treeline into a clearing that I instantly recognize. Vick's cabin lies just a short distance away, and Vick himself is only about a dozen feet in front of me.\n\nMy eyes widen at the sight, Vick's rifle resting at his hip, pointing straight at me. His hair is matted to his skull with rain and there's a look of madness in his eyes.\n\nI raise my hands in surrender, a sick feeling settling in my gut at this unexpected betrayal. \n\n“Oot uh me waa ye stuupid git!” Vick roars at me.\n\nConfusion washes over me, but the sound of him firing his weapon snaps me out of it. //He missed?// I think when I don't feel the bullet tear through my tender flesh.\n\n“Oove!” He screams angrily. Even as he says the word, he takes a couple of rapid steps to one side and fires his rifle a second time.\n\nI turn my head to see what is behind me, seeing one of my pursuing cultists stumbling with both hands over his middle, blood already beginning to stain his fingers. A second cultist is already laying motionless in the grass, a hole in his face just above one eye.\n\nMy knees nearly give out as relief washes over me, the sudden realization that Vick is not trying to kill me, but is instead saving me is enough to overwhelm my emotions for a moment. I want to laugh and cry at the same time.\n\nA third gunshot, followed by a curse from Vick brings me back to the present. I see him drop his gun, clutching at one arm while glaring at the treeline, “Ye ont op me! //SHE// gunna end yah all ih ah don't beat eer ooh it!”\n\nInstinct finally kicks in, my feet propelling me towards my savior, “The house, run!” I yell at him, spurring him in turn into motion.\n\nNo further gunshots ring out on the way to the house, and risking one final look behind us before closing the door of Vick's house, I see no sign of the cultists who had been chasing me.\n\n[[Inside.|Saved by Vick]]

As I regain my composure, the noise around me begins to die down as people return to their hushed conversations and their drinks.\n\nI can't help but notice the way that people seem to avoid looking my way as I begin to move through the Barmaid's Daughter again.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\n

A flicker of movement catches my eye nearby. \n\nLooking that direction, I see a small window in one of the houses, the curtain pulled back slightly. \n\nFor a split second, I think I can see someone watching me before the curtain falls back in place.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]

Walking down the forest path, the thick mud that makes up the trail clings to my boots, making my movements sluggish and my boots feel heavy.\n\nGrimacing, I pause long enough to kick the worst of the mud loose of my boots, then start walking again. I've barely taken half a dozen steps before my boots are [[caked with mud once more.|Trail]]\n

From an old dead branch, I see a shape dangling. The sickly sweet smell of rotting flesh is matched by the buzzing of insects around the carcas. At first, I mistake the shape for a racoon, but as I step closer, I see otherwise. From the branch hangs a cat, its filthy pelt is matted and wet. The way the cat's skin droops, it looks almost as if the pelt could slide right off the bone beneath at any moment.\n\nThe skin around the cat's mouth is pulled tight, in a death's grin that shows its bleached white teeth, the inside of its mouth a mass of flies and maggots. \n\nBut perhaps most disterbing is the missing eyes, leaving perfect, yet hauntingly empty, dark sockets staring back at me.\n\nGiving it a wide berth, [[I continue on down the path.|Trail]]

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|Trail]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. \n\nOne of my hands darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand reaches for the puddle of White Goo.\n\nThe moment my fingers touch the warm fluid, I feel a small orgasm shudder through my body. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen.\n\nI have no idea how long I kneel there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is long gone.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I [[continue on my way.|Trail]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself on my knees beside the puddle of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scoop up the mess on the ground, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was kneeling beside that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was kneeling.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the puddle of White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. I quickly wipe my fingers off on the nearby bushes the best I can, then move back from the White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch the White Goo.\n\nI start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm.\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]<</if>>\n

<<if $GooCounter is 0 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>A short distance a head of me, I see a figure, their heavy jacket pulled tightly around themselves and a wide brimmed hat on their head.\n\nThe person doesn't seem to notice me as they cross the street, disappearing into one of the small houses that line the muddy street.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>A short distance a head of me, I see a figure, their heavy jacket pulled tightly around themselves and a wide brimmed hat on their head.\n\nThe figure pauses half way across the street, turning towards me. For a split second, I think I see three eyes looking at me, the third embedded in the person's cheek. In the time it takes me to blink, the figure has turned away from me.\n\nThe figure quickly continues across the street before disappearing into one of the small houses along the muddy street.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 2 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>I see a figure standing in the middle of the street, facing towards me. The figure's heavy jacket and wide brimmed hat have a slow but steady drip of water coming off them from the light rain.\n\nMy walk slows, unsure of what is going on. \n\nWhat looks like an octopus' tentacle dangles from one sleeve of the figures jacket, the appendage twisting and curling as like an agitated cat's tail. \n\nWhen the figure tilts it's head, the light catches the side of their face, revealing a toothy grin that starts right below a bulbous nose and stretches to just past their ear.\n\nI shudder at the sight, my hand going to the handle of my .38 Special.\n\nThe figure stands there for another heartbeat, then turns, walking quickly between two of the close houses.\n\nI stand there in the cold rain for several more seconds, trying, and failing, to rationalize away what I just saw.\n\n//Guy belongs in a circus.// I think to myself, not entirely believing.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<else>>A short distance a head of me, I see a figure, their heavy jacket pulled tightly around themselves and a wide brimmed hat on their head.\n\nThe person doesn't seem to notice me as they cross the street, disappearing into one of the small houses that line the muddy street.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>

My footsteps echo softly between the nearby buildings as I walk down the street. \n\nAbsently, I step around a puddle that looks deeper than most.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]

The looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nStanding on the waterfront, the sounds of your fight temporarily drowning out the sounds of the water lapping at the shoreline.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at your opponent.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with your First Aid Kit, you tend the worst of your wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> You turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by your opponent's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostDock2]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tYour opponent slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from your attacker! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou attacker's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostDock2]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tYour opponent throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostDock2]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nYour opponent attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tYour assailant disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tYour opponent fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering your opponent, you [[flee from your attacker.|the waterfront][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextPassage2]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextPassage2]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: [[Punch him|fight2][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\t[[Shoot him|fight2][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|fight2][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|fight2][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|fight2][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|fight2][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|fight2][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|fight2][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

When I pat my lap in invitation, she gives me a coy smile. Seemingly uncaring of the other people in the tavern, she hikes her skirts and sits in my lap. For a split second, I was sure I could feel her bare cunt beneath.\n\nSitting in my lap facing me, she grinds against the bulge in my pants, her skirts draping down around us. \n\nHer lips touch mine, a faint, salty sweetness glossing her lips. I feel her tongue dart out, brushing my own as the kiss begins to deepen.\n\nAs we kiss, I feel her hands drift down between us, loosening my belt and opening the front of my pants. As soon as my cock springs free, she breaks our kiss, her eyes locking on mine. Between us, I can feel her fingers take hold of my rigid penis, brushing the crown along her soaked slit.\n\nThe moment I feel the tip of my cock slide across her opening, she begins to lower herself down my length.\n\nHer lips meet mine once more, her hips grinding against mine as her pussy begins to milk my cock in a most delightful way. It doesn't take long before her gyrating hips begin to drive me closer to climax.\n\nTaking hold of her hips, I begin to thrust up into her, my balls aching with the need to cum. The wet slapping sounds of our fucking has drawn the attention of some of the nearby people in the tavern, most of their expressions aroused as they watch us.\n\n<<if $GooCounter is 0>>Across the tavern, I can see Tanya looking our way, her expression unreadable. \n\n<</if>>Tensing. I begin to cum, her hips grinding down against me as her body trembles, her cunt milking my cock of its seed as her own orgasm strikes.\n\nFor a minute, I hold her to me, both of us basking in the afterglow of our respective orgasms. \n\nWhen she slides out of my lap, she leaves my cock, glistening with wetness, in view of everyone around us. Self consciously, I quickly tuck it away inside my pants once more.\n\nBrushing off my mild embarrassment, [[I stand once more.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<set $Depravity += 1>>

The stillness of the air within the cave is a little unsettling, especially considering how open the one end is to the elements.\n\n//Seems like there should be a breeze in here or something.//\n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

Deep within the cavernous cave, I look upwards, taking in the enormity of the space. //It kind of feels like a Cathedral, a dark and evil one.// I grimace.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>The darkness overhead shifts subtly, and I freeze in place.\n\n//She's here.// I think with a sickening finality. Part of me wants to scream, to run away. But another part of me wants nothing more than to open my arms and be accepted into //her// embrace.\n\nWhen the seconds tick past, and nothing happens, I finally take a deep breath to center myself before looking closer at what is overhead. \n\nThere among the rocky nooks and crannies at the top of the cave, I see the movement again, only this time, instead of seeing tentacles reaching out to me, I see smaller movements instead. I experience a moment of panic as I try to imagine what new horror awaits me, but when one of the small dark shapes falls loose and flies to another spot on the celing, I realize it is only a bad.\n\nI laugh, the sound part relief, and even I can't ignore that its part madness. The sound startles some of the bats, several more of them falling free of the ceiling and moving to another place. It takes a minute or more before the bats settle back down.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>The darkness overhead seems to swell, shifting in the light of my flashlight. \n\nIn the blink of an eye, my heart is in my throat as I try to fight back a rising wave of panic.\n\n//She's here!//\n\nA sound, like a captured animal escapes my lips. The sound echoes loudly and is returned by a thousand screeches.\n\nAll at once, the entire ceiling seems to move, surging first towards me, then in every direction at once, a thunderous roar filling the air.\n\nI duck, fighting down blind panic. \n\nWhen the sound finally fades, I cautiously open my eyes again, lookig around. After a few seconds, I come to the realization that what I had seen was not shadow given form, but instead was a host of bats living on the ceiling.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>I experience a flickering moment of panic when I notice the shadows overhead moving. \n\nTaking a quick step back, I stumble slightly before catching myself. My eyes dart across the ceiling, searching out any sign of shadows taking form, of those incorporeal tentacles reaching for me.\n\nAll I find are bats, hundreds of them huddled against the rocky surface high above.\n\n<<else>>Movement far above my head attracts my attention, though it only takes me a second to realize that is it only bats, hundreds of them, clinging to the celing above.\n\n<<endif>>[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<set $random to random(1,8)>><<if $DeepFight is "Played" && $random gte 6>>I hear a sound, raspy and wet from somewhere off to my side. \n\nSuddenly on guard, I turn towards the sound, unsure of what to expect. Standing just a little ways off the trail, water dripping through the canopy above onto it, is one of those horrific fish men. Its gray-green scales glisten in the rain water, and as I watch, it blinks, one eye closing half a second before the other.\n\nA cold dread settles into my belly, the familiar weight of my trusty .38 Special bringing me little comfort with what I have little doubt is about to come.\n\nAs if sensing my realization, it bares its mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Making the same sound that drew my attention in the first place, the creature lunges at me.\n<<set $DeepCombat to "true">><<set $playerAction to "duncel">><<set $EnemyFlee to "False">><<set $enemyBrawl = random(5,15)>><<set $enemyDefense = random(7,15)>><<set $enemyHP = random(6,9)>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><<elseif $random lte 3 && $Day gte 5>>I hear a small branch break somewhere a head of me. My hand begins to slide beneath my jacket right before someone, or rather //something// steps into the trail in front of me.\n\nIts pasty gray skin glistens in the rain and when its mouth twists into a sneer, it reveals a mouth full of pointed teeth.\n<<silently>>\n<<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(3,15)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(4,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(5,7)>>\n<<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</silently>><<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>The soft sounds of my boots on the forest trail is almost soothing in the quiet that seems to permeate the area around me.\n\nThe unanticipated sound of a snapping a short distance behind me beings me to an abrupt stop. Spinning on the ball of my foot, I come almost face to face with a hooded figure, rage filling their features.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I see a figure standing in the trail a short distance ahead. The figure's hood conceals their features.\n\nI slow my pace as I take a couple more steps towards the figure, then stop short, my hand absently straying towards my .38 Special.\n\nWith an almost inhuman scream, the figure begins to charge.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Seemingly out of nowhere, a cloaked figure hurls himself at me. Acting on instinct, I manage to deflect my attacker's charge.\n\nI barely have time to put any distance between myself and my attacker before he's back on his feet, ready to attack again.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>\n<<silently>><<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyFirearms = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(2,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(3,5)>>\n<<set $weaponChance = random(1,100)>>\n<<if $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $enemyWeapon = "gun">>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 30>><<set $enemyWeapon = "knife">>\n<<else>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</if>><<if $weaponChance lte 3>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,2)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,6)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 25>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 26>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 40>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 75>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 90>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 99>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,5)>><<else>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,50)>><</if>><</silently>> \s<<endif>>\n\n[[Fight|ForestFight]]\n

Entering the store, the breeze from outside is enough to stir some of the items hanging from the rafters overhead.\n\nA soft //clu-cluuk, cluuk, cluuk-clu-cluuk// draws my attention to a wind chime hanging almost directly above my head. At first glance, it would be easy to mistake the wind chime as being made of bits of drift wood, but on closer inspection, I can tell that its made of bits of bone instead. \n\nFor several seconds, I watch the bones shift, tapping the large central bone in the middle, //clu-clu-cluuk, clu-cluuk, clu-clu// until the chime finally settles to silence once more.\n\nMy morbid fascination with the macabre item waning, I turn my attention to the rest of [[the store.|General Store]]

The cave moans softly, the wind passing through it making it sound like a living thing.<<if $Day gte 5>> \n\nBehind me, I can hear the sound of heavy rain falling against the forest canopy outside the cave.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

<<if $GooCounter is 0>>"Don't mind me," I say awkwardly.\n\nThe girl bites her lip playfully, then lays on her back with her legs spread.\n\nThe man smirks, giving a knowing look, then turning his attention to the woman. \n\nWhen the man mounts her, he does so roughly, in a single thrust, then, holding her hips, he moves her slightly on the bed, giving me a better view of their coupling. \n\nAs the man fucks her, hard, the wet slapping sounds of their groins striking fill the small room.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 66>>Its not long before I realize that I'm rubbing my crotch through my pants, the woman's eyes locked on my groin as the man fucks her with long, powerful strokes.\n\nThe woman's voice cries out, drowning out the sound of the couple's fucking, "I'm cumming!" \n\nAt almost the same time, her body begins to tremble, the man slamming deep as he deposits his load. A moment later, I feel my hips start to jerk as I begin to cum.\n<<else>>Its not long before I realize that I'm rubbing my erection through my pants, the woman's eyes locked on my crotch as the man fucks her with long, powerful strokes.\n\nI can feel the precum leaking from my cockhead, dampening my pants, my arousal nearing its pique.\n\nThe woman's voice cries out, drowning out the sound of the couple's fucking, "I'm cumming!" \n\nAt almost the same time, her body begins to tremble, the man slamming deep as he deposits his load. A moment later, I feel my own cock twitch and jerk as I spray my load against the inside of my pants.<<endif>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>"I think I'll sit this one out," I say softly.\n\n"Suit yourself," The man says, and I can't help but notice the disappointment in the woman's eyes.\n\nThe woman moves onto her hands and knees, her ass pointed straight at the man.\n\nWithout hesitating, the man lines his cock up and mounts her in a well practiced movement.\n\nHolding onto her hips, he begins to fuck her, slowly at first, as if putting on a show for me, then with more intensity. \n\nAfter a couple minutes of the rhythmic fucking, the man thrusts deep, holding himself inside of her as he cums.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 66>>When they are finished, I can't help but notice how aroused I feel.<<else>>When they are finished, I can't help but notice how achingly hard my own penis is within my pants.<<endif>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>"I'm good over here, thanks," I say with a little smirk.\n\nThe man shrugs, then climbs on top of the woman, his ass on full display as I watch his cock sink into her hungry hole.\n\nIn response, the woman wraps her legs around him, pulling his throbbing member deep inside of her.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 66>>My own groin aching with need, I reach into my pants and starting to rub what I find there, intimately aware of what I have lost.\n\nThe couple is quickly fucking with a desperate need. \n\nIts not long beforeI can feel myself getting close, my masterbation becoming erratic as I reach my peak. When I begin to cum, my entire body shudders with my release.\n\nThe show is enough to set the woman off, her eyes locked on my crotch while she shudders in the throes of her own orgasm. A moment later, the man slams deep into her welcomeing cunt, his ass cheeks clenching as he deposits his own load.\n\nWatching the two disentangle themselves, I pull my hand out of my pants.<<else>>My own cock aching with need, I free it from my pants, wrapping my fingers around it and stroking it in time with the couple's fucking.\n\nThe couple is quickly fucking with a desperate need. \n\nI can feel myself getting close, my masterbation becoming erratic as I reach my peak. When I begin to cum, white jets of my cum shooting half way across the room.\n\nThe show is enough to set the woman off, her eyes locked on my jerking cock while she shudders in the throes of her own orgasm. A moment later, the man slams deep into her welcomeing cunt, his ass cheeks clenching as he deposits his own load.\n\nWatching the two disentangle themselves, I tuck my own wilting cock back into my pants.<<endif>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>>With a sheepish grin on my face, [[I return to my room.|Your room.]]

Stepping into the big cave, I get the uncomfortable feeling that something is watching me. I take a couple of minutes to look around, but I don't see the source of my unease.\n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

Entering the cave, every little stone beneath my boot seems to echo back at me from the enormous space around me.\n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

!Skills:\n/%\n\t(B) Brawling: (Ability to fight)\n\t(S) Etiquette: (Dealing with people of higher social standing)\n\t(B) Firearms: (Ability to use a firearm)\n\t(B) Intimidation: (Ability to force people to talk)\n\t(I) Investigation: (Finding and understanding clues)\n\t(I) Occult: (Recognizing and understanding occult references)\n\t(I) Perception: (Noticing your surroundings and people's mannerisms)\n\t(I) Security: (Getting into places which would otherwise be barred to you and avoiding detection)\n\t(S) Streetwise: (Dealing with people of lower social standing)\n%/\s\n<<numberpool "$SkillPoints">>\n<<set\n\t_charismaSkillMax to 15 - $PlayerCharisma,\n\t_intelligenceSkillMax to 15 - $PlayerIntelligence,\n\t_strengthSkillMax to 15 - $PlayerStrength\n>>\s\n|stats|k\n|!Brawling:|<span id="skill-brawling"><<print $PlayerBrawling + $PlayerStrength>></span>|<<numberbox "$PlayerBrawling" $PlayerBrawling 0 _strengthSkillMax>>|\n|!Etiquette:|<span id="skill-ettiquette"><<print $PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma>></span>|<<numberbox "$PlayerEttiquette" $PlayerEttiquette 0 _charismaSkillMax>>|\n|!Firearms:|<span id="skill-firearms"><<print $PlayerFirearms + $PlayerStrength>></span>|<<numberbox "$PlayerFirearms" $PlayerFirearms 0 _strengthSkillMax>>|\n|!Intimidation:|<span id="skill-intimidation"><<print $PlayerIntimidation + $PlayerStrength>></span>|<<numberbox "$PlayerIntimidation" $PlayerIntimidation 0 _strengthSkillMax>>|\n|!Investigation:|<span id="skill-investigation"><<print $PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerIntelligence>></span>|<<numberbox "$PlayerInvestigation" $PlayerInvestigation 0 _intelligenceSkillMax>>|\n|!Occult:|<span id="skill-occult"><<print $PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence>></span>|<<numberbox "$PlayerOccult" $PlayerOccult 0 _intelligenceSkillMax>>|\n|!Perception:|<span id="skill-perception"><<print $PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence>></span>|<<numberbox "$PlayerPerception" $PlayerPerception 0 _intelligenceSkillMax>>|\n|!Security:|<span id="skill-security"><<print $PlayerSecurity + $PlayerIntelligence>></span>|<<numberbox "$PlayerSecurity" $PlayerSecurity 0 _intelligenceSkillMax>>|\n|!Streetwise:|<span id="skill-streetwise"><<print $PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma>></span>|<<numberbox "$PlayerStreetwise" $PlayerStreetwise 0 _charismaSkillMax>>|\n<<onchange>>\n\t<<replace "#skill-brawling">><<print $PlayerBrawling + $PlayerStrength>><</replace>>\n\t<<replace "#skill-ettiquette">><<print $PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma>><</replace>>\n\t<<replace "#skill-firearms">><<print $PlayerFirearms + $PlayerStrength>><</replace>>\n\t<<replace "#skill-intimidation">><<print $PlayerIntimidation + $PlayerStrength>><</replace>>\n\t<<replace "#skill-investigation">><<print $PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerIntelligence>><</replace>>\n\t<<replace "#skill-occult">><<print $PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence>><</replace>>\n\t<<replace "#skill-perception">><<print $PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence>><</replace>>\n\t<<replace "#skill-security">><<print $PlayerSecurity + $PlayerIntelligence>><</replace>>\n\t<<replace "#skill-streetwise">><<print $PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma>><</replace>>\n\t<<replace "#skill-points">>$SkillPoints<</replace>>\n\t<<replace "#wrfb-link">><<if $SkillPoints eq 0>>, [[or at least, the beginning of my involvement.]]<<else>>.<</if>><</replace>>\n<</numberpool>>\s\nYou have <span id="skill-points">$SkillPoints</span> points left to spend.\n\nI guess, the best place to start is at the beginning<span id="wrfb-link"><<if $SkillPoints eq 0>>, [[or at least, the beginning of my involvement.]]<<else>>.<</if>></span>\n

A soft sound comes from somewhere far overhead. Looking up, I can see movement among the shadows that shroud the celing of the cave.\n\nFocusing, it takes me a moment to realize that what I'm seeing is bats hanging above me.\n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

Glistening wetness draws my attention to the altar in the center of the big chamber. Making my way towards it, I can see the source.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning towards it, I can see White Goo smeared across the surface of the altar. While it may have created some kind of pattern before, I can't make anything of it now.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>My knees nearly buckle when I breathe in, the salty sweet scent of the White Goo washing over me makes me feel momentarily dizzy.\n\nWhen my focus begins to return, I'm already reaching for the White Goo. Just touching it is enough to cause my body to shudder with pleasure, my arousal washing over me like a force of nature. When I bring my fingers to my lips, I moan lewdly, nearly collapsing when I feel myself cum. \n\nMy mind blanks as I orgasm a second time, loosing myself in orgasmic bliss.\n\nWhen my mind finally clears, I find myself laying on the altar, my clothing discarded all around me. My hands are still straying over my body, slick with White Goo that seems to be everywhere. I shudder again as I orgasm weakly, my body trembling slightly.\n\nIt takes me a few minutes, but I'm eventually able to sit up. Looking down at my body, I can see a small pool of white oosing from my pussy. \n\nI'm horrified at the sight, realizing that I must have been trying to shove the substance up inside of myself.\n\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Like a junky in need of a fix, I reach out to scoop up a hand full of the White Goo. \n\nEagerly, I stuff my fingers in my mouth, moaning as I savor the salty sweetness.\n\nMy little cock throbs unexpectedly, spilling a trickle of cum into my underwear.\n\nIn the seconds that follow, my mind blanks. When I finally start to come back to my senses, my arms and face are smeared in the substance. Across the altar, there seems to be very little of the White Goo remaining.\n\nShocked at my loss of control, I take a unsteady step back from the altar.\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I'm unable to resist the umpluse to reach out towards the White Goo. \n\nA shudder of delight runs through me when my fingers make contact with the substance, and I don't even try to resist the urge to bring my fingers to my lips. \n\nMy little cock hardens almost instantly, ejaculating into my pants within seconds. I can feel the wet stickyness in my underwear.\n\nI continue to lick the stuff off of my fingers, but before I can reach out a second time, I ragain control of my senses and stop myself.\n\nWith a look of disgust on my face, I quickly wipe my fingers off on my pants and step away from the source of my temtation.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>><<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Looking at the White Goo, I start to reach out.\n\nI let out a shuddering sigh when my fingertips brush the substance. //I bet its delicious.// In the next moment, I jerk my hand back like it was burnt, the realization of what I was about to do shocking me back to my senses.\n\nWiping the little bit of White Goo off of my fingers, I move away from the altar.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>><<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Taking a deep breath, I stare at the White Goo for several seconds, feeling an urge to reach out towards it.\n\nI have to clinch my fist to avoid giving in to the urge, //What the hell is wrong with me?//\n\nClosing my eyes, I cound to ten, then take a step away from the altar.\n\n<</if>>[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

<<if $WhoreEnd gte 10>>There's no foreplay, only a raw need from the man, but that's ok with me because I feel the same way. I don't care who he is, all I care about is his cock and the pleasure it is about to bring me. \n\nHe shoves me over the table he is sitting at. One of his hands grabs my ass roughly, but I only moan, my pussy gushing fluid at the thought of what is about to come. \n\nMy pants are pulled down roughly, exposing my ass to the cool air of the room. I shiver, but it has little to do with the chill. \n\nWith a kick to my ankle, the man spreads my legs. I can feel the air caress the moisture along my slit.\n\n"Fuck me," My wanton moan fills the air, pleading for him to take me.\n\nHe obliges. His hard cock touches the inside of my thigh, then presses against my slit. He doesn't even have to wait for me to get wet, I can feel my juices running down my thigh already. He pushes forward, the head of his cock parts my folds but misses my hole. I moan like a common whore as I reach between my legs and try to guide him inside. When he thrusts forward a second time, his cock finds it's goal and he slides inside with a single thrust that leaves him balls deep inside of me.\n\nI move my hips, savoring the feeling of being so full while at the same time begging him for more.\n\nHe sets a fast pace, his hips thrusting forward hard enough to push me a little further up the table each time. If he wasn't holding my hips so firmly, he'd fuck me right across the Barmaid's Daughter. \n\nThere's no doubt that he cares nothing for me other than the pleasure he can find in the depths of my vagina. But I no longer care, he's welcome to use me in any way he wants. Nothing matters to me other than the intense sense of fulfillment I feel right now.\n\nHis pace continues to increase in speed, every thrust coming just a little quicker than the last. The wet sounds of his hips meeting mine fills the air.\n\nOne second to the next his pace becomes irregular, his panting filling the air as he nears orgasm.\n\nI can feel the man's cock throb inside of my greedy cunt. Feeling the warm quivering flesh inside of me is bliss, but when he begins to spill his hot sticky seed inside of my depths I nearly loose my mind to the pleasure.\n\nPanting, I can feel my entire body shaking with an orgasm that never seems to end. //Why would I ever want this to end?// I think. Somewhere in the back of my mind something tries to push back against the idea, but I no longer care. Deep down in the core of my being, I know I am lost, that I no longer want anything more than I want to have my body used to bring other people pleasure.\n\nA feminine whimper leaves my lips when I feel his cock slip free of my hole. My body craves for it's return even though I know the man is spent for the time being. \n\nEven so, I drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his cum slick cock in the hopes of coaxing him back to life. The man chuckles at my efforts, then pushes me away like he's discarding something he has no further use of. "Don't worry whore, someone will be by to give you what you need soon enough."\n\nStanding up once he is gone, I can feel the man's cum running down the inside of my thigh. \n\n[[Continue.|Whore End Conclusion]]<<else>><<if $WhoreEnd gte 1>>I do nothing but watch as the man unfastens his pants and fishes his cock out, "Come sit in my lap," He says gruffly.\n\nWithout stopping to think about it, I begin to do what I was told, turning and preparing to sit in his lap before he catches my hips and prevents me from sitting, "Not like that you stupid whore," His words sober me and I prepare to offer protest. Before I can speak however he yanks hard, pulling my pants down to my knees in a single motion then pulls me in to his lap.\n\nI freeze up where I am, my heart racing with a thrill as I feel his hot rod of flesh press against my ass.\n\nThe moment my pants fall further, pooling around my ankles, I instinctively part my legs so I am straddling his lap with my back to him. I reach down with one hand, cupping my feminine sex and pressing against it. I can feel how wet I am against my fingers, and even the simple act of cupping my sensitive vagina is enough to fill me with a lustful glow. \n\nWhen the man lifts me up slightly, I feel him move his cock so it rests between my thighs. The hand I am cupping my vagina with quickly grabs it, pulling it up tight against my sex. \n\nHis penis feels like a hot rod against my most intimate place. I rock my hips, feeling his shaft slide along my vulva in the most delightful of ways, My whole body trembles with pleasure at the sensations going through my body.\n\nI continue to rock my hips, enjoying the feel of his cock gliding along my slit. A small tremor goes through me every time the tip of his cock hits my clit or brushes across my opening.\n\nWhen I push forward, I can feel the man shift his hips. The tip of his cock catches at my opening but does not quite enter me. It's not even a conscious thought on my part, my body responds of it's own accord. My fingers press him against my aching, empty sex, and the next time I rock my hips back I feel him enter me.\n\nMy wanton moan fills the air around me, though I am so lost in pleasure that the people watching me are the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. \n\nThe man's length slides into me with no resistance, my slick love channel welcoming his intrusion with an orgasm that makes my walls massage his length. \n\nHis own moan is accompanied by his entire body tensing. I instinctively know that he is trying to hold off his orgasm. Not wanting the moment to end, I allow him a few seconds to regain some small measure of control before starting to move. \n\nHe reaches up, his hands sliding under my shirt to cup and squeeze my bare breasts, pinching and tweaking my sensitive nipples.\n\nI lean back into him, lost in the moment as I savor the feeling of his hands on my flesh, his manhood quivering inside of me. \n\nMy hips begin to move faster, rocking back and forth as if trying to feel his cock inside of me from every possible angle at once.\n\nThe man groans, I have just enough time to think he must be getting close before a powerful orgasm rocks my body. \n\nNot for the first time, I wonder if I am capable of getting pregnant now that I have a female body. I may not have an answer to that question, but my body responds to the thought anyway. My hips press down hard, feeling the tip of his cock nestle at my cervix as I feel his member throb, "Cum inside of me," I whimper, my feminine voice sounding loud in my own ears. \n\nMy words are all the encouragement the man needs, holding both of my hips in his hands, he pulls me down as hard as he can against his lap. I can feel him tense beneath me, his hips bucking as a blast of liquid warmth fills my core, reaching deeper inside of me than his cock can reach.\n\nFor several minutes, both of us just sit there, his cock acting as a natural plug that keeps his cum inside of me. The whole while my pussy will occasionally experience a tremor, a small orgasm like an aftershock going through me. \n\nEventually however, I feel him soften enough that he begins to slide out of me. I try to rock my hips in the hope that I can coax his manhood back to life, but he is spent.\n\nI'm surprised when the man pushes me out of his lap. My legs are weak enough that I nearly fall. I spin back toward him, prepared to be angry.\n\nHe hasn't even bothered to put his cock back into his pants yet, instead he is fishing money out of his pocket and throwing a few dollars on the table, "Lets do this again some time," He says, tossing a few bills on the table.\n\nFeeling the man's cum trickling down the inside of my thigh as it leaks from my pussy, I hold back my retort. Instead I snatch the money from the table and start to pull my pants back up.\n\nI try desperately to ignore the man's grin as he watches me fumble with my pants while not dropping the money.\n\nOnce my pants are back in place, the money is shoved unceremoniously into my pocket.<<else>>I offer no resistance as the man turns me around and bends me over the nearest table. A moment of panic goes through me as I hear his belt come free, realizing that in the short time since I arrived in Wanton Cove I have somehow reduced myself to little more than a common whore.\n\nWith a rough tug, he pulls my pants down past my hips then slaps my ass hard enough to draw the attention of half the people in the tavern. \n\n<<if $Depravity gte 8>>The thought of all of these people watching me be fucked makes my pussy gush with fluid. My eyes wander the people watching me, part of me hoping that when the man moving in to position behind me is finished, that another, or even all of them, might take a turn as well.\n\n//I'm a whore now, and I don't care that everyone knows it.// I know that the thought should trouble me far more than it does.<<else>>My heart races as I look away from all of the people watching me. Part of me is ashamed at what I am doing, but the way that the juices flow from my pussy in anticipation of what is about to come makes it abundantly clear that there's at least one part of me that is pleased by this turn of events.\n\n//I'm a whore now,// The thought bothers me, but nowhere near as much as I think it should.<</if>>\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<else>>It only takes the man a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>A wanton moan fills the air as he starts with a few slow thrusts, then builds into a steady rhythm. The wet sounds of him slamming deep into my sopping wet pussy fills the room. \n\nI moan like the whore I am, the pleasure I am experiencing is the only thing I can focus on, the fact that I'm in a room full of onlookers is completely forgotten as I begin to thrust back against the stranger's cock that is piercing my most intimate place.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>//Just moments ago I was a virgin,// The one thought drifts through my arousal. Mentally I try to grasp that thought, knowing that it's somehow important. But the thought proves elusive. \n\nOne thrust to the next my mind is lost to the pleasure, moaning and howling in lust as the man fucks me, //I never want this feeling to end.// \n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>I allow myself to be overwhelmed by the pleasure, //I never want this feeling to end.// My moans and lustful howls fill the room.\n\n<</if>>When I begin to cum, my legs start to tremble. If I wasn't bent over the table the way I am, I'd never have stayed upright. \n\nI can feel my pussy quivering around the stranger's invading rod, //Can I get pregnant?// The thought races through my mind out of nowhere, instantly sobering my mind.\n\nIn that same instant I can feel the man's cock swell and throb inside of me. He shoves deep as his shaft pulsates. Each pulse fills my depths with more and more liquid warmth. \n\nMy body betrays me, I can feel another orgasm crash over me, my pussy rippling as it tries to milk his seed directly in to my womb.\n\nWhen the man withdraws, I can feel a trickle of his seed leaking out of my freshly used hole. Even so, I just lay there, my body trembling with small orgasms like aftershocks from an earthquake. \n\n"You've got a really nice pussy for a whore," The man says lightly, tossing a few bucks on the table right beside my face.\n\nMy eyes focus enough to read the denomination, //I just sold my body for five bucks,// I'm too busy basking in the afterglow of the experience to even feel ashamed.\n\nWhen I am sure my legs will hold me again, I sit up, stumbling half a step from the table before catching myself. I try to ignore the eyes on me, the grinning faces, as I focus on pulling my pants back in place. \n\n//I wonder why every woman doesn't do this?// I think, already feeling my cunt aching to be filled again. Reaching out, I quickly snatch the money from the table and stuff it in my pocket.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<set $Money += 5>><<set $Taint += 1>><<set $WhoreEnd += 1>><</if>>

<<if $WhoreEnd gte 10>>There's no foreplay, only a raw need from the man, but that's ok with me because I feel the same way. I don't care who he is, all I care about is his cock and the pleasure it is about to bring me. \n\nHe shoves me over the table he is sitting at. One of his hands grabs my ass roughly, but I only moan, my pussy gushing fluid at the thought of what is about to come. \n\nMy pants are pulled down roughly, exposing my ass to the cool air of the room. I shiver, but it has little to do with the chill. \n\nWith a kick to my ankle, the man spreads my legs. I can feel the air caress the moisture along my slit.\n\n"Fuck me," My wanton moan fills the air, pleading for him to take me.\n\nHe obliges. His hard cock touches the inside of my thigh, then presses against my slit. He doesn't even have to wait for me to get wet, I can feel my juices running down my thigh already. He pushes forward, the head of his cock parts my folds but misses my hole. I moan like a common whore as I reach between my legs and try to guide him inside. When he thrusts forward a second time, his cock finds it's goal and he slides inside with a single thrust that leaves him balls deep inside of me.\n\nI move my hips, savoring the feeling of being so full while at the same time begging him for more.\n\nHe sets a fast pace, his hips thrusting forward hard enough to push me a little further up the table each time. If he wasn't holding my hips so firmly, he'd fuck me right across the Barmaid's Daughter. \n\nThere's no doubt that he cares nothing for me other than the pleasure he can find in the depths of my vagina. But I no longer care, he's welcome to use me in any way he wants. Nothing matters to me other than the intense sense of fulfillment I feel right now.\n\nHis pace continues to increase in speed, every thrust coming just a little quicker than the last. The wet sounds of his hips meeting mine fills the air.\n\nOne second to the next his pace becomes irregular, his panting filling the air as he nears orgasm.\n\nI can feel the man's cock throb inside of my greedy cunt. Feeling the warm quivering flesh inside of me is bliss, but when he begins to spill his hot sticky seed inside of my depths I nearly loose my mind to the pleasure.\n\nPanting, I can feel my entire body shaking with an orgasm that never seems to end. //Why would I ever want this to end?// I think. Somewhere in the back of my mind something tries to push back against the idea, but I no longer care. Deep down in the core of my being, I know I am lost, that I no longer want anything more than I want to have my body used to bring other people pleasure.\n\nA feminine whimper leaves my lips when I feel his cock slip free of my hole. My body craves for it's return even though I know the man is spent for the time being. \n\nEven so, I drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his cum slick cock in the hopes of coaxing him back to life. The man chuckles at my efforts, then pushes me away like he's discarding something he has no further use of. "Don't worry whore, someone will be by to give you what you need soon enough."\n\nStanding up once he is gone, I can feel the man's cum running down the inside of my thigh. \n\n[[Continue.|Whore End Conclusion]]<<else>><<if $WhoreEnd gte 1>>When I feel someone tug at my jacket near my hip, my first instinct is to pull away. I take a rapid step, turning toward the pull in the same motion. \n\nI fully expect to see someone who looks angry, arrogant, or even surprised. Instead I see a middle aged man, wearing a plad shirt and suspenders like so many of the people on this island, looking at me with a friendly expression.\n\nMy tension eases, but does not fully go away.\n\n"Ma'am?" The man begins, "We were wondering," He casts a glance at the man sitting across from him, "If perhaps you'd care to join us for a little while?" The way he grabs his crotch, giving the bulge there a squeeze, leaves little doubt as to their intentions.\n\nMy conscious mind tells me to step away, and I want to do exactly that, but both my body and my mouth betray me. I take a couple of steps toward the two men, the one who hasn't talked yet reaches under my jacket and firmly grabs a hand full of my ass, "If you both want to play, you both have to pay."\n\n//What the hell is wrong with me? Why would I say such a thing?//\n\nThe man who has talked up to this point laughs, his kind expression becoming a toothy grin. His friend says, "Deal," In a low gravely voice.\n\nI allow myself to be pulled toward the second man, one of his hands on my ass pulling me forward, while the other goes to the front of my trousers to roughly rub at my already moist pussy.\n\n//Whatever has happened to me since arriving on this island, has ensured that my body is ready, and even craving this kind of attention,// The thought barely has time to cross my mind before it is forgotten.\n\nI lean into the man's touch, his fingers against my sex, even through my clothing, is enough to leave me swept up in the moment. I offer no protest as he begins to unbuckle my trousers, nor when his honey tongued companion steps up behind me and gently removes my jacket.\n\nWhen my jacket falls to the ground, my .38 Special in it's holster under my arm seems to give both men pause, but the moment quickly passes.\n\nThe man in front of me begins to slide my pants down my legs while the one behind me reaches around and unbuttons my shirt, one button at a time.\n\nWhen the cool air of the room reaches my chest, I can feel my nipples hardening. \n\nA moment pater, I feel my underwear pulled down, joining my pants around my ankles. \n\n"Sit on his cock," The man behind me breathes in my ear. Without waiting for my reaction, he half pushes, half guides me into the other man's lap.\n\nThe whole thing seems a little surreal. The simple casualness of what is happening making it feel almost natural. With my pants tangled around my ankles, I can only shuffle forward, spread my knees, and kind of half fall, half sit in his lap.\n\nWith one hand, the man in front of me catches me by the pussy, his fingers resting along my slick slit while preventing me from fully sitting in his lap. When his fingers part, it spreads my feminine folds open, exposing my opening. \n\nHe uses his other hand to guide his cock to my slit, and I can do little more than moan as I feel his cockhead slide across my slit. The moment it finds my opening, the man guides me down onto it until his shaft spears me, slipping into my slick hole with ease until I can feel his balls pressed against my ass.\n\nI close my eyes, savoring the feeling, a small part of me screams that this is wrong, that I'm a man, that I shouldn't allow this to happen. But that one small voice is lots in the sea of pleasure I am experiencing. //If it always feels this good, why would I ever want to stop?//\n\nFor several seconds, I simply enjoy the feeling of being filled, of having a cock sheathed within my cunt where it belongs. The other man is completely forgotten until I feel a hand touch my ass, sliding across it's smooth surface then down between my legs.\n\nI welcome the touch, a shiver of arousal coursing through my body and a small orgasm causing my pussy to quiver around the cock within me. The man who's lap I am straddling groans appreciatively.\n\nThe man behind me slides his fingers further between my legs, sliding first across my as hole, then probing lightly at my pussy. He slips one finger in beside his friends penis, then adds a second. I groan, the stretching is one part discomfort to two parts pleasure.\n\n"Lean her forward," I am so wrapped up in my own pleasure that I barely comprehend the words, and I am far from caring about any meaning they may have. His friend however complies. I moan softly as his cock moves within me.\n\nWhen I feel something else between my legs, I don't question it, I merely accept this new pleasure at first. Warm and thick, the cock of the man behind me slides first across my ass crack, then slips further until it brushes through the slick fluids running from my pussy. I think nothing of it when I feel the man's cock touch my pussy lips, rubbing against his friend's manhood. It's not until he changes his angle and I feel the head of his cock press against my vagina that I really begin to take notice. My surprise turns to shock as the head of the man's cock slips in beside his friend's manhood. \n\nMy whole body tenses, unaccustomed to such an intrusion. Bit by tiny bit I can feel the second cock sliding into my pussy. I feel stretched, bloated, but rising up from my depths like a force of nature is pleasure. The simple act of feeling so full, of being penetrated by not one, but two cocks at the same time, is enough to make my entire body tremble pleasantly. Even the taboo of what the two men are doing to me is lost in that moment.\n\nI can barely breathe through the pleasure. My head turns toward the rest of the tavern interior, not for any particular reason but because it lolls to that side. The Barmaid's Daughter is perhaps half full at the moment, and I quickly realize that nearly every eye within is on me. I want to look away in shame, but I find myself unable to do so.\n\nThen the two men begin to move.\n\nA moan of pure lust fills the air around me as I open my mouth. It's clear that this isn't the first time these two have done something like this. Their coordination is nearly perfect. As the man behind me slides forward, his partner pulls back until only half of his length is within me. As the man in front of me pushes forward, the man behind me pulls back. I can clearly feel both cocks moving within me as separate entities, the way they fill me constantly shifting and moving. \n\nThe sounds that come from my lips are nearly unintelligible, though everyone word shamelessly begs the two to continue, begs them to do with me as they please, begs them to lever let the pleasure end.\n\nI don't realize that I scream until one of the most powerful orgasms I can imagine crests and I am trying to catch my breath afterward. The two men however continue to fuck me, their pace beginning to increase. So sensitive from my last orgasm, every movement feels a thousand times better than usual. The sensations are overwhelming, making my mind feel blank and unfocused. \n\nAnother orgasm rises up inside of me, building with every thrust by the two men, until it can no longer be denied. I let out a deep throaty moan as my body begins to quiver. At the same time I can feel the two men both shove deep inside of me in almost perfect unison. Everything seems to happen in slow motion. My orgasm begins, like a bead of water rising above the edge of a glass before finally breaking. The two cocks inside of me begin to swell and throb, plastering my insides with their hot seed. And at the same time my moan becomes a scream of pleasure as an orgasm so powerful that my vision fades washes over me. \n\nI'm gasping for breath when my vision clears again, clinging to the stranger I am stradling. I don't know if I blacked out for a moment or not, but I can feel the two men inside of me softening, the man behind me already pulling out.\n\nThere's a wet sound as the first penis slips free, followed by a wet feeling as cum dribbles out of my freshly filled hole. \n\nI feel so empty in that moment with only one penis, a shrinking one at that, inside of my new pussy. I try to clamp down on the remaining one, to feel it more fully inside of myself, but it proves to be a useless gesture as it continues to shrink.\n\n"Get out of my lap before you make a mess," The man I am holding on to says. I'm surprised by the words, the affection and closeness I was feeling meaning nothing to the man. He helps me up onto unsteady feet. \n\nI want to say something, to be upset at the treatment, but I know that deep down I am no more than a whore to the man. The mixed seed of the two men lead down the inside of my thigh, and I realize that if I am going to experience such incredible pleasure, there is a big part of me that doesn't really care that they are just using me.\n\nUnsteadily, I dress myself. Then when done I glance at the table, grabbing the money sitting there, then moving away from the table without even bothering to glance back.<<set $Money += 5>><<else>>I offer no resistance as the man turns me around and bends me over the nearest table. A moment of panic goes through me as I hear his belt come free, realizing that in the short time since I arrived in Wanton Cove I have somehow reduced myself to little more than a common whore.\n\nWith a rough tug, he pulls my pants down past my hips then slaps my ass hard enough to draw the attention of half the people in the tavern. \n\n<<if $Depravity gte 8>>The thought of all of these people watching me be fucked makes my pussy gush with fluid. My eyes wander the people watching me, part of me hoping that when the man moving in to position behind me is finished, that another, or even all of them, might take a turn as well.\n\n//I'm a whore now, and I don't care that everyone knows it.// I know that the thought should trouble me far more than it does.<<else>>My heart races as I look away from all of the people watching me. Part of me is ashamed at what I am doing, but the way that the juices flow from my pussy in anticipation of what is about to come makes it abundantly clear that there's at least one part of me that is pleased by this turn of events.\n\n//I'm a whore now,// The thought bothers me, but nowhere near as much as I think it should.<</if>>\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<else>>It only takes the man a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>A wanton moan fills the air as he starts with a few slow thrusts, then builds into a steady rhythm. The wet sounds of him slamming deep into my sopping wet pussy fills the room. \n\nI moan like the whore I am, the pleasure I am experiencing is the only thing I can focus on, the fact that I'm in a room full of onlookers is completely forgotten as I begin to thrust back against the stranger's cock that is piercing my most intimate place.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>//Just moments ago I was a virgin,// The one thought drifts through my arousal. Mentally I try to grasp that thought, knowing that it's somehow important. But the thought proves elusive. \n\nOne thrust to the next my mind is lost to the pleasure, moaning and howling in lust as the man fucks me, //I never want this feeling to end.// \n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>I allow myself to be overwhelmed by the pleasure, //I never want this feeling to end.// My moans and lustful howls fill the room.\n\n<</if>>When I begin to cum, my legs start to tremble. If I wasn't bent over the table the way I am, I'd never have stayed upright. \n\nI can feel my pussy quivering around the stranger's invading rod, //Can I get pregnant?// The thought races through my mind out of nowhere, instantly sobering my mind.\n\nIn that same instant I can feel the man's cock swell and throb inside of me. He shoves deep as his shaft pulsates. Each pulse fills my depths with more and more liquid warmth. \n\nMy body betrays me, I can feel another orgasm crash over me, my pussy rippling as it tries to milk his seed directly in to my womb.\n\nWhen the man withdraws, I can feel a trickle of his seed leaking out of my freshly used hole. Even so, I just lay there, my body trembling with small orgasms like aftershocks from an earthquake. \n\n"You've got a really nice pussy for a whore," The man says lightly, tossing a few bucks on the table right beside my face.\n\nMy eyes focus enough to read the denomination, //I just sold my body for five bucks,// I'm too busy basking in the afterglow of the experience to even feel ashamed.\n\nWhen I am sure my legs will hold me again, I sit up, stumbling half a step from the table before catching myself. I try to ignore the eyes on me, the grinning faces, as I focus on pulling my pants back in place. \n\n//I wonder why every woman doesn't do this?// I think, already feeling my cunt aching to be filled again. Reaching out, I quickly snatch the money from the table and stuff it in my pocket.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<set $Money += 5>><<set $Taint += 1>><<set $WhoreEnd += 1>><</if>>

<<if $WhoreEnd gte 10>>There's no foreplay, only a raw need from the man, but that's ok with me because I feel the same way. I don't care who he is, all I care about is his cock and the pleasure it is about to bring me. \n\nHe shoves me over the table he is sitting at. One of his hands grabs my ass roughly, but I only moan, my pussy gushing fluid at the thought of what is about to come. \n\nMy pants are pulled down roughly, exposing my ass to the cool air of the room. I shiver, but it has little to do with the chill. \n\nWith a kick to my ankle, the man spreads my legs. I can feel the air caress the moisture along my slit.\n\n"Fuck me," My wanton moan fills the air, pleading for him to take me.\n\nHe obliges. His hard cock touches the inside of my thigh, then presses against my slit. He doesn't even have to wait for me to get wet, I can feel my juices running down my thigh already. He pushes forward, the head of his cock parts my folds but misses my hole. I moan like a common whore as I reach between my legs and try to guide him inside. When he thrusts forward a second time, his cock finds it's goal and he slides inside with a single thrust that leaves him balls deep inside of me.\n\nI move my hips, savoring the feeling of being so full while at the same time begging him for more.\n\nHe sets a fast pace, his hips thrusting forward hard enough to push me a little further up the table each time. If he wasn't holding my hips so firmly, he'd fuck me right across the Barmaid's Daughter. \n\nThere's no doubt that he cares nothing for me other than the pleasure he can find in the depths of my vagina. But I no longer care, he's welcome to use me in any way he wants. Nothing matters to me other than the intense sense of fulfillment I feel right now.\n\nHis pace continues to increase in speed, every thrust coming just a little quicker than the last. The wet sounds of his hips meeting mine fills the air.\n\nOne second to the next his pace becomes irregular, his panting filling the air as he nears orgasm.\n\nI can feel the man's cock throb inside of my greedy cunt. Feeling the warm quivering flesh inside of me is bliss, but when he begins to spill his hot sticky seed inside of my depths I nearly loose my mind to the pleasure.\n\nPanting, I can feel my entire body shaking with an orgasm that never seems to end. //Why would I ever want this to end?// I think. Somewhere in the back of my mind something tries to push back against the idea, but I no longer care. Deep down in the core of my being, I know I am lost, that I no longer want anything more than I want to have my body used to bring other people pleasure.\n\nA feminine whimper leaves my lips when I feel his cock slip free of my hole. My body craves for it's return even though I know the man is spent for the time being. \n\nEven so, I drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his cum slick cock in the hopes of coaxing him back to life. The man chuckles at my efforts, then pushes me away like he's discarding something he has no further use of. "Don't worry whore, someone will be by to give you what you need soon enough."\n\nStanding up once he is gone, I can feel the man's cum running down the inside of my thigh. \n\n[[Continue.|Whore End Conclusion]]<<else>><<if $WhoreEnd gte 1>>The ache between my legs refuses to be ignored. The mere thought of this man, this stranger, shoving his cock up inside of me makes me feel weak in the knees. I quickly bite my lip before I can give in to the urge to beg him to hurry.\n\nInstead, I allow him to take hold of my hip, turning me to face him then pushing me back until I feel the table touch the back of my thighs. His hands come up to roughly grope my chest. He tears open my shirt, my worry that he might tear some of the buttons loose is barely an afterthought to my arousal. I pant like the whore I am as his rough calloused hands kneed my tender breasts.\n\nHe steps closer, my legs spreading of their own accord. With one hand he reaches down and begins to free me from my trousers.\n\nHis breath smells strongly of alcohol. I barely think anything of his proximity until his lips touch my own.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 9>>I tense, unsure of how to respond. Part of me wants to jerk away, //I'm a guy,// But the thought is quickly pushed away as I realize the sensation isn't unpleasant. \n\nThe kiss lingers, the man's alcohol heavy breath is intoxicating in it's own way. \n\nHe breaks the kiss suddenly, chuckling as he sees the desperate look on my face, then shoves me onto my back.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 7>>I pull back, repulsed that a man is trying to kiss me, his whiskers rough against my delicate skin. The whole thing is so alien to me that my arousal is momentarily forgotten.\n\nThe man presses his lips against mine harder. //This isn't unpleasant,// The unwanted thought is like a signal to my body, my arousal rushing forward like a wave rushing the shore.\n\nThe kiss lingers, the man's alcohol heavy breath is intoxicating in it's own way. \n\nHe breaks the kiss suddenly, chuckling as he sees the conflicted look on my face, then shoves me onto my back.\n\n<<else>>I jerk back from the kiss, repulsed that a man would want to kiss another man, //But I'm not a man anymore,// The unwanted thought reminds me.\n\nThe man leans forward again, kissing me more fiercely this time. I don't meet his kiss, but I don't fight against it either. \n\nHe breaks the kiss suddenly, annoyance in his expression, "Never understand you fucking whores. You'll let anyone shove their cock into yer cunt, but get all bitchy if a guy tries to kiss you."\n\n//He's right,// I realize. Laying back on the table, I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him toward me. I can't even make eye contact with the man as I do so.\n\n"Stupid whore," The man chuckles to himself.\n\n<</if>>His hands move first to my pants, pulling them down past my hips and exposing my soaking wet pussy to his view.\n\nHe pauses to admire the sight, one callused finger sliding across my slit just hard enough to part my nether lips.\n\nTaking a half step back, he unbuckles his belt and allows his pants to fall around his ankles. His cock is already fully erect.\n\nI can feel a drop of my feminine juices leak from my hole, tickling the inside of my thigh as it rolls across my skin.\n\nWith nothing but a condescending leer to announce his intent, the man guides his cock to my waiting hole and pushes forward. One solid thrust and he's balls deep inside of me. //I can't believe I'm letting this disgusting man do this,// He begins to thrust, my heels against his ass truing to force him to thrust harder. He eagerly complies, //This feels so good,// My thoughts from mere seconds ago long forgotten as I loose myself in the pleasure, //I wish this could last forever,// My body begins to tremble in what promises to be one of many orgasms.\n\nJust as I cry out, he increases his pace. What was a low moan of pleasure becomes a shrill cry of pure lust. \n\nI could care less about the people watching, the sailors chuckling at my expense.\n\nMy breasts bounce on my chest with every thrust, on full display to anyone watching. The wet slapping sounds of the man's hips meeting my own seems impossibly loud in my ears.\n\nAnother orgasm, stronger than the ones leading to it, causes my pussy to ripple around the man's cock. My legs tense, pulling him balls deep inside of me, the tip of his cock nestled tightly against my cervix.\n\n"Fucking whore," The man groans, "Stop that, or I'm going to blow my wad before I've got my money's worth.\n\nSomething about his words make me hold him all the harder, like my body is demanding it be filled with his seed. \n\nWith a groan, the man pulls back and starts to thrust again. My legs hold him tight enough that he can't move much, but he seems intent to make the most of it. \n\nMy moan fills the air, my hips bucking uncontrollably as another orgasm crashes over me, washing away any conscious thought. \n\nThe man says something, but I'm too swept up in my arousal that I can't make sense of his words. All I know for sure is that he's getting close, and in that moment I want nothing more than to feel him cum inside of me.\n\nI don't have to wait long. His manhood throbs, he shoves forward hard, I can feel my cervix yield to allow the tip of his cock to nestle against it. //Can I get pregnant?// The troubling thought triggers another orgasm from me, liquid warmth bulks against the deepest part of my pussy, and I can feel this stranger's cum forcing itself directly into my womb.\n\nLacking the strength in my legs to hold him in place any longer, the man extracts himself. I can feel the cool air against my freshly used cunt. He tosses a few bills onto the table beside me, then pulls his pants up and starts to wander toward the tavern door. \n\nFor my part, I merely lay there, my legs spread wide, my naked breasts on full display. I look around lazily, noticing some of the people looking at me, gazing upon my most intimate places with full knowledge of what I just did. \n\n//I should feel shame right now, but all I want is for another man to come take his place,// My body shakes with a pleasant little aftershock to my most recent orgasm.\n\nA little while later, when the chill air against my naked cunt has sobered me enough to think clearly, and my legs feel strong enough to stand on again, I get to my feet. \n\nIt takes me a minute to dress myself properly again, then I reach out to take the money from the table before start making my way across the tavern again.<<else>>I offer no resistance as the man turns me around and bends me over the nearest table. A moment of panic goes through me as I hear his belt come free, realizing that in the short time since I arrived in Wanton Cove I have somehow reduced myself to little more than a common whore.\n\nWith a rough tug, he pulls my pants down past my hips then slaps my ass hard enough to draw the attention of half the people in the tavern. \n\n<<if $Depravity gte 8>>The thought of all of these people watching me be fucked makes my pussy gush with fluid. My eyes wander the people watching me, part of me hoping that when the man moving in to position behind me is finished, that another, or even all of them, might take a turn as well.\n\n//I'm a whore now, and I don't care that everyone knows it.// I know that the thought should trouble me far more than it does.<<else>>My heart races as I look away from all of the people watching me. Part of me is ashamed at what I am doing, but the way that the juices flow from my pussy in anticipation of what is about to come makes it abundantly clear that there's at least one part of me that is pleased by this turn of events.\n\n//I'm a whore now,// The thought bothers me, but nowhere near as much as I think it should.<</if>>\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<else>>It only takes the man a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>A wanton moan fills the air as he starts with a few slow thrusts, then builds into a steady rhythm. The wet sounds of him slamming deep into my sopping wet pussy fills the room. \n\nI moan like the whore I am, the pleasure I am experiencing is the only thing I can focus on, the fact that I'm in a room full of onlookers is completely forgotten as I begin to thrust back against the stranger's cock that is piercing my most intimate place.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>//Just moments ago I was a virgin,// The one thought drifts through my arousal. Mentally I try to grasp that thought, knowing that it's somehow important. But the thought proves elusive. \n\nOne thrust to the next my mind is lost to the pleasure, moaning and howling in lust as the man fucks me, //I never want this feeling to end.// \n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>I allow myself to be overwhelmed by the pleasure, //I never want this feeling to end.// My moans and lustful howls fill the room.\n\n<</if>>When I begin to cum, my legs start to tremble. If I wasn't bent over the table the way I am, I'd never have stayed upright. \n\nI can feel my pussy quivering around the stranger's invading rod, //Can I get pregnant?// The thought races through my mind out of nowhere, instantly sobering my mind.\n\nIn that same instant I can feel the man's cock swell and throb inside of me. He shoves deep as his shaft pulsates. Each pulse fills my depths with more and more liquid warmth. \n\nMy body betrays me, I can feel another orgasm crash over me, my pussy rippling as it tries to milk his seed directly in to my womb.\n\nWhen the man withdraws, I can feel a trickle of his seed leaking out of my freshly used hole. Even so, I just lay there, my body trembling with small orgasms like aftershocks from an earthquake. \n\n"You've got a really nice pussy for a whore," The man says lightly, tossing a few bucks on the table right beside my face.\n\nMy eyes focus enough to read the denomination, //I just sold my body for five bucks,// I'm too busy basking in the afterglow of the experience to even feel ashamed.\n\nWhen I am sure my legs will hold me again, I sit up, stumbling half a step from the table before catching myself. I try to ignore the eyes on me, the grinning faces, as I focus on pulling my pants back in place. \n\n//I wonder why every woman doesn't do this?// I think, already feeling my cunt aching to be filled again. Reaching out, I quickly snatch the money from the table and stuff it in my pocket.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<set $Money += 5>><<set $Taint += 1>><<set $WhoreEnd += 1>><</if>>\n

<<if $WhoreEnd gte 10>>There's no foreplay, only a raw need from the man, but that's ok with me because I feel the same way. I don't care who he is, all I care about is his cock and the pleasure it is about to bring me. \n\nHe shoves me over the table he is sitting at. One of his hands grabs my ass roughly, but I only moan, my pussy gushing fluid at the thought of what is about to come. \n\nMy pants are pulled down roughly, exposing my ass to the cool air of the room. I shiver, but it has little to do with the chill. \n\nWith a kick to my ankle, the man spreads my legs. I can feel the air caress the moisture along my slit.\n\n"Fuck me," My wanton moan fills the air, pleading for him to take me.\n\nHe obliges. His hard cock touches the inside of my thigh, then presses against my slit. He doesn't even have to wait for me to get wet, I can feel my juices running down my thigh already. He pushes forward, the head of his cock parts my folds but misses my hole. I moan like a common whore as I reach between my legs and try to guide him inside. When he thrusts forward a second time, his cock finds it's goal and he slides inside with a single thrust that leaves him balls deep inside of me.\n\nI move my hips, savoring the feeling of being so full while at the same time begging him for more.\n\nHe sets a fast pace, his hips thrusting forward hard enough to push me a little further up the table each time. If he wasn't holding my hips so firmly, he'd fuck me right across the Barmaid's Daughter. \n\nThere's no doubt that he cares nothing for me other than the pleasure he can find in the depths of my vagina. But I no longer care, he's welcome to use me in any way he wants. Nothing matters to me other than the intense sense of fulfillment I feel right now.\n\nHis pace continues to increase in speed, every thrust coming just a little quicker than the last. The wet sounds of his hips meeting mine fills the air.\n\nOne second to the next his pace becomes irregular, his panting filling the air as he nears orgasm.\n\nI can feel the man's cock throb inside of my greedy cunt. Feeling the warm quivering flesh inside of me is bliss, but when he begins to spill his hot sticky seed inside of my depths I nearly loose my mind to the pleasure.\n\nPanting, I can feel my entire body shaking with an orgasm that never seems to end. //Why would I ever want this to end?// I think. Somewhere in the back of my mind something tries to push back against the idea, but I no longer care. Deep down in the core of my being, I know I am lost, that I no longer want anything more than I want to have my body used to bring other people pleasure.\n\nA feminine whimper leaves my lips when I feel his cock slip free of my hole. My body craves for it's return even though I know the man is spent for the time being. \n\nEven so, I drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his cum slick cock in the hopes of coaxing him back to life. The man chuckles at my efforts, then pushes me away like he's discarding something he has no further use of. "Don't worry whore, someone will be by to give you what you need soon enough."\n\nStanding up once he is gone, I can feel the man's cum running down the inside of my thigh. \n\n[[Continue.|Whore End Conclusion]]<<else>><<if $WhoreEnd gte 1>>With a gentle push, the man forces me to my knees. There's a thrill that goes through me, intimidated by his relative strength to my own.\n\nI look up at him, uncertain of what he intends for me.\n\n"Come on, I don't have all day," The man growls, "Be a good whore and show me those titties," He leers.\n\nI meet her eyes for just a second, then seeing the annoyance at my inaction begin to unbutton my shirt. Once the last button is undone, the man reaches out, spreading my shirt and putting my newly grown breasts on full display. \n\nFor just a second he seems to enjoy the view, then he reaches for his trousers and releases his manhood with practiced ease. I can't help but stare in a morbid sort of fascination at the rigid shaft bobbing before my eyes.\n\nThe man seems to grow impatient with my hesitation, with one hand, he takes hold of my shoulder and pulls me forward, "Wrap those jugs around it and get to work," He says, his leer tightening something deep in my gut while at the same time making my pussy moisten. \n\nI do as he says, pulling my breasts gently to the side, and allowing his tool to nestle firmly between them before squeezing them around his penis. Closing my eyes, I appreciate the warmth between my breasts as the pleasant sensation that it is before starting to move them. It takes me a little practice, but eventually I get into a sort of rhythm, the man's own precum acting as lubrication as my pillowy breasts slide up and down his length, the tip of his cock peeking out at the top every time I slide back down.\n\n//It's almost like it's winking at me,// I smile slightly at the random thought.\n\nThe wet sounds of his cock gliding across my flesh sounds loud in my ears, and I have little doubt that many of the people around us are starting to take notice.\n\nI keep my attention focused on the task at hand. It's not long before my efforts begin to bear fruit. The man groans appreciatively, his hips beginning to thrust in time with my own movements. Then with almost no warning he forces my head down right at the tip of his cock peeks out between my breasts again. It's bare inches from my face when a geyser of his pearly white cum bursts from the tip.\n\nIt hits me full in the face, spattering everywhere and dripping back down on to my breasts. The man pulls back and I feel the next hot blast of cum deposited between my tits. His next thrust causes his cum to pool at the top where my breasts meet, then it's pulled back down as he pulls back for another thrust. He shoots a third, smaller squirt of cum when he reaches the top again, then holds himself there as just a little more dribbles from the tip of his cock. \n\nBreathing hard, he holds himself there for a few seconds before withdrawing. Then with a sheepish grin, he reaches into his pocket.\n\nI look down, releasing my breasts and seeing an impressive amount of the stranger's cum smeared between them. I'm just starting to wonder how best to clean it up when the man shoves a five dollar bill at me, shoving it into my breasts so that it sticks to the cum.\n\nThe man chuckles at my shocked expression on my face.\n\nI barely pay him any mind as he pulls his pants back in place and wanders off. Instead I take hold of the money, pulling it free of my chest and looking at the cum glistening on the bill. Unsure what else to do with it, I wipe it off on my own pant leg, then shove it into my pocket.\n\nIt's only then that I start to notice all the people looking at me. I quickly cover my chest, buttoning my shirt back up in spite of the sticky cum still smeared all over my cleavage. I have to adjust my shirt several times before I come to the conclusion that I won't be able to get comfortable in it until I have a chance to properly clean up again.\n\nConscious of the eyes on me and the chuckles that follow me across the room, I do my best to not make eye contact with anyone as I stand and move away from the place I just whored myself.\n\n<<else>>I offer no resistance as the man turns me around and bends me over the nearest table. A moment of panic goes through me as I hear his belt come free, realizing that in the short time since I arrived in Wanton Cove I have somehow reduced myself to little more than a common whore.\n\nWith a rough tug, he pulls my pants down past my hips then slaps my ass hard enough to draw the attention of half the people in the tavern. \n\n<<if $Depravity gte 8>>The thought of all of these people watching me be fucked makes my pussy gush with fluid. My eyes wander the people watching me, part of me hoping that when the man moving in to position behind me is finished, that another, or even all of them, might take a turn as well.\n\n//I'm a whore now, and I don't care that everyone knows it.// I know that the thought should trouble me far more than it does.<<else>>My heart races as I look away from all of the people watching me. Part of me is ashamed at what I am doing, but the way that the juices flow from my pussy in anticipation of what is about to come makes it abundantly clear that there's at least one part of me that is pleased by this turn of events.\n\n//I'm a whore now,// The thought bothers me, but nowhere near as much as I think it should.<</if>>\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<else>>It only takes the man a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>A wanton moan fills the air as he starts with a few slow thrusts, then builds into a steady rhythm. The wet sounds of him slamming deep into my sopping wet pussy fills the room. \n\nI moan like the whore I am, the pleasure I am experiencing is the only thing I can focus on, the fact that I'm in a room full of onlookers is completely forgotten as I begin to thrust back against the stranger's cock that is piercing my most intimate place.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>//Just moments ago I was a virgin,// The one thought drifts through my arousal. Mentally I try to grasp that thought, knowing that it's somehow important. But the thought proves elusive. \n\nOne thrust to the next my mind is lost to the pleasure, moaning and howling in lust as the man fucks me, //I never want this feeling to end.// \n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>I allow myself to be overwhelmed by the pleasure, //I never want this feeling to end.// My moans and lustful howls fill the room.\n\n<</if>>When I begin to cum, my legs start to tremble. If I wasn't bent over the table the way I am, I'd never have stayed upright. \n\nI can feel my pussy quivering around the stranger's invading rod, //Can I get pregnant?// The thought races through my mind out of nowhere, instantly sobering my mind.\n\nIn that same instant I can feel the man's cock swell and throb inside of me. He shoves deep as his shaft pulsates. Each pulse fills my depths with more and more liquid warmth. \n\nMy body betrays me, I can feel another orgasm crash over me, my pussy rippling as it tries to milk his seed directly in to my womb.\n\nWhen the man withdraws, I can feel a trickle of his seed leaking out of my freshly used hole. Even so, I just lay there, my body trembling with small orgasms like aftershocks from an earthquake. \n\n"You've got a really nice pussy for a whore," The man says lightly, tossing a few bucks on the table right beside my face.\n\nMy eyes focus enough to read the denomination, //I just sold my body for five bucks,// I'm too busy basking in the afterglow of the experience to even feel ashamed.\n\nWhen I am sure my legs will hold me again, I sit up, stumbling half a step from the table before catching myself. I try to ignore the eyes on me, the grinning faces, as I focus on pulling my pants back in place. \n\n//I wonder why every woman doesn't do this?// I think, already feeling my cunt aching to be filled again. Reaching out, I quickly snatch the money from the table and stuff it in my pocket.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<set $Money += 5>><<set $Taint += 1>><<set $WhoreEnd += 1>><</if>>

Seeing no alternatives, I sit the shotgun down carefully, then step away from it before I begin to walk down the sloped cave into the darkness below. //Until I come out the other side? What the hell is he talking about?//\n\nI fight the urge to look back, to see if Vick is still standing behind me with his rifle aimed at my spine.\n\nShivering even in the unexpected warmth around me, I slow my pace when the slope begins to even out. <<if $cave gte 2>>//This is too deep. I should have reached the Cathedral by now.//<<else>>//He said to walk down into the 'Cathedral' but I still don't see anything. Just this cave that seems to go on forever.//<</if>> I think, looking into the unnatural blackness. \n\nStopping, I become aware of two things at once. The first is that I can still somehow see my footing in this darkness which strikes me as strange. \n\nThe second is that the blackness before me isn't just darkness. Its something else, not just the absence of light, but the absence of //anything.//\n\nThe realization is so alien to me that I can't quite wrap my head around it. \n\nI glance at my feet, making out just enough detail to see my boot against the dirt and rock at my feet. But just inches in front of me, . . . . . //nothing.//\n\nIt feels like my mind is slipping, trying to understand what is before me, knowing that is can not be real, but being confronted by the reality of it at the same time.\n\nMy hand trembles as I slowly reach out toward, . . . whatever it is that is before me.\n\nI feel a sensation at my fingertips, like my hand is trying to go to sleep but not as sharp. I pull my hand back quickly, but as if the darkness that is nothing does not want to loose contact, it surges forward to engulf me.\n\nThe whole world seems to tilt in every direction at once. Vertigo washes over me and I wretch. No sound, no sight, and no sensation, I feel like I am drifting within some kind of void. The sensation of no sensation is so peculiar that I don't know how long I drifted there, it would have been a second as easily as it would have been a day. \n\nSudden pain erupts inside of my skull, causing me to see bright spots of light across my vision just before I black out.\n\n[[Sensation returns.]]\n

<<if $WhoreEnd gte 10>>There's no foreplay, only a raw need from the man, but that's ok with me because I feel the same way. I don't care who he is, all I care about is his cock and the pleasure it is about to bring me. \n\nHe shoves me over the table he is sitting at. One of his hands grabs my ass roughly, but I only moan, my pussy gushing fluid at the thought of what is about to come. \n\nMy pants are pulled down roughly, exposing my ass to the cool air of the room. I shiver, but it has little to do with the chill. \n\nWith a kick to my ankle, the man spreads my legs. I can feel the air caress the moisture along my slit.\n\n"Fuck me," My wanton moan fills the air, pleading for him to take me.\n\nHe obliges. His hard cock touches the inside of my thigh, then presses against my slit. He doesn't even have to wait for me to get wet, I can feel my juices running down my thigh already. He pushes forward, the head of his cock parts my folds but misses my hole. I moan like a common whore as I reach between my legs and try to guide him inside. When he thrusts forward a second time, his cock finds it's goal and he slides inside with a single thrust that leaves him balls deep inside of me.\n\nI move my hips, savoring the feeling of being so full while at the same time begging him for more.\n\nHe sets a fast pace, his hips thrusting forward hard enough to push me a little further up the table each time. If he wasn't holding my hips so firmly, he'd fuck me right across the Barmaid's Daughter. \n\nThere's no doubt that he cares nothing for me other than the pleasure he can find in the depths of my vagina. But I no longer care, he's welcome to use me in any way he wants. Nothing matters to me other than the intense sense of fulfillment I feel right now.\n\nHis pace continues to increase in speed, every thrust coming just a little quicker than the last. The wet sounds of his hips meeting mine fills the air.\n\nOne second to the next his pace becomes irregular, his panting filling the air as he nears orgasm.\n\nI can feel the man's cock throb inside of my greedy cunt. Feeling the warm quivering flesh inside of me is bliss, but when he begins to spill his hot sticky seed inside of my depths I nearly loose my mind to the pleasure.\n\nPanting, I can feel my entire body shaking with an orgasm that never seems to end. //Why would I ever want this to end?// I think. Somewhere in the back of my mind something tries to push back against the idea, but I no longer care. Deep down in the core of my being, I know I am lost, that I no longer want anything more than I want to have my body used to bring other people pleasure.\n\nA feminine whimper leaves my lips when I feel his cock slip free of my hole. My body craves for it's return even though I know the man is spent for the time being. \n\nEven so, I drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his cum slick cock in the hopes of coaxing him back to life. The man chuckles at my efforts, then pushes me away like he's discarding something he has no further use of. "Don't worry whore, someone will be by to give you what you need soon enough."\n\nStanding up once he is gone, I can feel the man's cum running down the inside of my thigh. \n\n[[Continue.|Whore End Conclusion]]<<else>><<if $WhoreEnd gte 1>>The man leers at me with lust filled eyes that make me feel weak in the knees. \n\nHe reaches out, placing a hand on top of my head and pushing down. Not hard, but enough to make his intentions clear. \n\nMy heart beats rapidly behind my breast, my naturally wet pussy leaking juices that I can feel moisten my underclothes. \n\nWith one hand on the table to steady myself, I fall to my knees before him, my eyes never leaving his crotch as I do so.\n\n"That's a good girl," He says, clearly pleased. His words make me want to smile, though I suppress the urge. I'm just starting to analyze my natural response to his praise when he reaches for his belt buckle. My train of thought is quickly forgotten as he unbuckles, his already hard cock springing into view bare inches in front of my face as he slides his pants down.\n\nThe musky scent of his sweat is like a physical thing, the heady smell is enough to make my breath catch in my throat. His hand still on the back of my head, he guides me toward his waiting member.\n\n//I wonder if it's going to taste as bad as it smells?// It never crosses my mind to resist.\n\nMy pussy aches in silent protest at the lack of attention it is receiving as my lips part. With the tip of my tongue, I lick the slit at the tip of his penis, the bittersweet taste of his precum proves intoxicating. Even through the sweat and musk, the taste of his preseed is like honey on my tongue. \n\nEagerly I part my lips further, leaning forward. My lips slide along the side of his shaft while my tongue licks his rod. Down one side then the other, moistening his length before taking his member into my mouth. \n\nThat moment is near perfection, while it is not a conscious thought, my body responds to the manhood in my mouth. Even though it is not inside of my vagina, the act of being penetrated, even orally, by a man makes me feel complete. \n\nI become lost in the moment, wanting to taste every inch of this man's impressive cock, //worshiping// this pillar of maleness with my mouth. \n\nEven when it swells suddenly, I can only savor it's warmth and texture against my tongue. The man says something, his hand on the back of my head forcing me closer until I feel the tip of his cock enter my throat.\n\nSome depraved portion of me wants to thank him because for the first time since we began I have //all// of him inside of my mouth. It's not until the blast of his thick seed hitting the back of my throat makes me gag that I consciously realize what is happening. \n\nI have little choice, even if I had wanted a different outcome, I swallow, consuming the seed before I can choke on it. \n\nA few seconds later, I feel a final drop of cum ooze from the tip of the man's cock as it twitches one last time between my lips. I swallow the last mouth full of his seed willingly, savoring the way it's warmth settles into my stomach and radiates through my body in a way that makes me feel content.\n\nMy senses return slowly, the pleasure of what I just did slowly being replaced by the seriousness of the act I just performed. I know I should be disgusted by what just transpired, but a much larger part of me craves for it to happen again.\n\nI look at the chair in front of me, empty now, //Where did he go? How long have I been kneeling here like this?// My head swivels to the table and I see a small wad of cash sitting near the edge.\n\nReaching out, I grab the money first, stuffing it into my pocket without looking at the tavern's patrons, then get unsteadily to my feet.<<else>>I offer no resistance as the man turns me around and bends me over the nearest table. A moment of panic goes through me as I hear his belt come free, realizing that in the short time since I arrived in Wanton Cove I have somehow reduced myself to little more than a common whore.\n\nWith a rough tug, he pulls my pants down past my hips then slaps my ass hard enough to draw the attention of half the people in the tavern. \n\n<<if $Depravity gte 8>>The thought of all of these people watching me be fucked makes my pussy gush with fluid. My eyes wander the people watching me, part of me hoping that when the man moving in to position behind me is finished, that another, or even all of them, might take a turn as well.\n\n//I'm a whore now, and I don't care that everyone knows it.// I know that the thought should trouble me far more than it does.<<else>>My heart races as I look away from all of the people watching me. Part of me is ashamed at what I am doing, but the way that the juices flow from my pussy in anticipation of what is about to come makes it abundantly clear that there's at least one part of me that is pleased by this turn of events.\n\n//I'm a whore now,// The thought bothers me, but nowhere near as much as I think it should.<</if>>\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<else>>It only takes the man a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>A wanton moan fills the air as he starts with a few slow thrusts, then builds into a steady rhythm. The wet sounds of him slamming deep into my sopping wet pussy fills the room. \n\nI moan like the whore I am, the pleasure I am experiencing is the only thing I can focus on, the fact that I'm in a room full of onlookers is completely forgotten as I begin to thrust back against the stranger's cock that is piercing my most intimate place.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>//Just moments ago I was a virgin,// The one thought drifts through my arousal. Mentally I try to grasp that thought, knowing that it's somehow important. But the thought proves elusive. \n\nOne thrust to the next my mind is lost to the pleasure, moaning and howling in lust as the man fucks me, //I never want this feeling to end.// \n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>I allow myself to be overwhelmed by the pleasure, //I never want this feeling to end.// My moans and lustful howls fill the room.\n\n<</if>>When I begin to cum, my legs start to tremble. If I wasn't bent over the table the way I am, I'd never have stayed upright. \n\nI can feel my pussy quivering around the stranger's invading rod, //Can I get pregnant?// The thought races through my mind out of nowhere, instantly sobering my mind.\n\nIn that same instant I can feel the man's cock swell and throb inside of me. He shoves deep as his shaft pulsates. Each pulse fills my depths with more and more liquid warmth. \n\nMy body betrays me, I can feel another orgasm crash over me, my pussy rippling as it tries to milk his seed directly in to my womb.\n\nWhen the man withdraws, I can feel a trickle of his seed leaking out of my freshly used hole. Even so, I just lay there, my body trembling with small orgasms like aftershocks from an earthquake. \n\n"You've got a really nice pussy for a whore," The man says lightly, tossing a few bucks on the table right beside my face.\n\nMy eyes focus enough to read the denomination, //I just sold my body for five bucks,// I'm too busy basking in the afterglow of the experience to even feel ashamed.\n\nWhen I am sure my legs will hold me again, I sit up, stumbling half a step from the table before catching myself. I try to ignore the eyes on me, the grinning faces, as I focus on pulling my pants back in place. \n\n//I wonder why every woman doesn't do this?// I think, already feeling my cunt aching to be filled again. Reaching out, I quickly snatch the money from the table and stuff it in my pocket.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<set $Money += 5>><<set $Taint += 1>><<set $WhoreEnd += 1>><</if>>

<<if $WhoreEnd gte 10>>There's no foreplay, only a raw need from the man, but that's ok with me because I feel the same way. I don't care who he is, all I care about is his cock and the pleasure it is about to bring me. \n\nHe shoves me over the table he is sitting at. One of his hands grabs my ass roughly, but I only moan, my pussy gushing fluid at the thought of what is about to come. \n\nMy pants are pulled down roughly, exposing my ass to the cool air of the room. I shiver, but it has little to do with the chill. \n\nWith a kick to my ankle, the man spreads my legs. I can feel the air caress the moisture along my slit.\n\n"Fuck me," My wanton moan fills the air, pleading for him to take me.\n\nHe obliges. His hard cock touches the inside of my thigh, then presses against my slit. He doesn't even have to wait for me to get wet, I can feel my juices running down my thigh already. He pushes forward, the head of his cock parts my folds but misses my hole. I moan like a common whore as I reach between my legs and try to guide him inside. When he thrusts forward a second time, his cock finds it's goal and he slides inside with a single thrust that leaves him balls deep inside of me.\n\nI move my hips, savoring the feeling of being so full while at the same time begging him for more.\n\nHe sets a fast pace, his hips thrusting forward hard enough to push me a little further up the table each time. If he wasn't holding my hips so firmly, he'd fuck me right across the Barmaid's Daughter. \n\nThere's no doubt that he cares nothing for me other than the pleasure he can find in the depths of my vagina. But I no longer care, he's welcome to use me in any way he wants. Nothing matters to me other than the intense sense of fulfillment I feel right now.\n\nHis pace continues to increase in speed, every thrust coming just a little quicker than the last. The wet sounds of his hips meeting mine fills the air.\n\nOne second to the next his pace becomes irregular, his panting filling the air as he nears orgasm.\n\nI can feel the man's cock throb inside of my greedy cunt. Feeling the warm quivering flesh inside of me is bliss, but when he begins to spill his hot sticky seed inside of my depths I nearly loose my mind to the pleasure.\n\nPanting, I can feel my entire body shaking with an orgasm that never seems to end. //Why would I ever want this to end?// I think. Somewhere in the back of my mind something tries to push back against the idea, but I no longer care. Deep down in the core of my being, I know I am lost, that I no longer want anything more than I want to have my body used to bring other people pleasure.\n\nA feminine whimper leaves my lips when I feel his cock slip free of my hole. My body craves for it's return even though I know the man is spent for the time being. \n\nEven so, I drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his cum slick cock in the hopes of coaxing him back to life. The man chuckles at my efforts, then pushes me away like he's discarding something he has no further use of. "Don't worry whore, someone will be by to give you what you need soon enough."\n\nStanding up once he is gone, I can feel the man's cum running down the inside of my thigh. \n\n[[Continue.|Whore End Conclusion]]<<else>><<if $WhoreEnd gte 1>>The man leers at me with lust filled eyes that make me feel weak in the knees. \n\nHe reaches out, placing a hand on top of my head and pushing down. Not hard, but enough to make his intentions clear. \n\nMy heart beats rapidly behind my breast, my naturally wet pussy leaking juices that I can feel moisten my underclothes. \n\nWith one hand on the table to steady myself, I fall to my knees before him, my eyes never leaving his crotch as I do so.\n\n"That's a good girl," He says, clearly pleased. His words make me want to smile, though I suppress the urge. I'm just starting to analyze my natural response to his praise when he reaches for his belt buckle. My train of thought is quickly forgotten as he unbuckles, his already hard cock springing into view bare inches in front of my face as he slides his pants down.\n\nThe musky scent of his sweat is like a physical thing, the heady smell is enough to make my breath catch in my throat. His hand still on the back of my head, he guides me toward his waiting member.\n\n//I wonder if it's going to taste as bad as it smells?// It never crosses my mind to resist.\n\nMy pussy aches in silent protest at the lack of attention it is receiving as my lips part. With the tip of my tongue, I lick the slit at the tip of his penis, the bittersweet taste of his precum proves intoxicating. Even through the sweat and musk, the taste of his preseed is like honey on my tongue. \n\nEagerly I part my lips further, leaning forward. My lips slide along the side of his shaft while my tongue licks his rod. Down one side then the other, moistening his length before taking his member into my mouth. \n\nThat moment is near perfection, while it is not a conscious thought, my body responds to the manhood in my mouth. Even though it is not inside of my vagina, the act of being penetrated, even orally, by a man makes me feel complete. \n\nI become lost in the moment, wanting to taste every inch of this man's impressive cock, //worshiping// this pillar of maleness with my mouth. \n\nEven when it swells suddenly, I can only savor it's warmth and texture against my tongue. The man says something, his hand on the back of my head forcing me closer until I feel the tip of his cock enter my throat.\n\nSome depraved portion of me wants to thank him because for the first time since we began I have //all// of him inside of my mouth. It's not until the blast of his thick seed hitting the back of my throat makes me gag that I consciously realize what is happening. \n\nI have little choice, even if I had wanted a different outcome, I swallow, consuming the seed before I can choke on it. \n\nA few seconds later, I feel a final drop of cum ooze from the tip of the man's cock as it twitches one last time between my lips. I swallow the last mouth full of his seed willingly, savoring the way it's warmth settles into my stomach and radiates through my body in a way that makes me feel content.\n\nMy senses return slowly, the pleasure of what I just did slowly being replaced by the seriousness of the act I just performed. I know I should be disgusted by what just transpired, but a much larger part of me craves for it to happen again.\n\nI look at the chair in front of me, empty now, //Where did he go? How long have I been kneeling here like this?// My head swivels to the table and I see a small wad of cash sitting near the edge.\n\nReaching out, I grab the money first, stuffing it into my pocket without looking at the tavern's patrons, then get unsteadily to my feet.<<else>>I offer no resistance as the man turns me around and bends me over the nearest table. A moment of panic goes through me as I hear his belt come free, realizing that in the short time since I arrived in Wanton Cove I have somehow reduced myself to little more than a common whore.\n\nWith a rough tug, he pulls my pants down past my hips then slaps my ass hard enough to draw the attention of half the people in the tavern. \n\n<<if $Depravity gte 8>>The thought of all of these people watching me be fucked makes my pussy gush with fluid. My eyes wander the people watching me, part of me hoping that when the man moving in to position behind me is finished, that another, or even all of them, might take a turn as well.\n\n//I'm a whore now, and I don't care that everyone knows it.// I know that the thought should trouble me far more than it does.<<else>>My heart races as I look away from all of the people watching me. Part of me is ashamed at what I am doing, but the way that the juices flow from my pussy in anticipation of what is about to come makes it abundantly clear that there's at least one part of me that is pleased by this turn of events.\n\n//I'm a whore now,// The thought bothers me, but nowhere near as much as I think it should.<</if>>\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<else>>It only takes the man a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>A wanton moan fills the air as he starts with a few slow thrusts, then builds into a steady rhythm. The wet sounds of him slamming deep into my sopping wet pussy fills the room. \n\nI moan like the whore I am, the pleasure I am experiencing is the only thing I can focus on, the fact that I'm in a room full of onlookers is completely forgotten as I begin to thrust back against the stranger's cock that is piercing my most intimate place.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>//Just moments ago I was a virgin,// The one thought drifts through my arousal. Mentally I try to grasp that thought, knowing that it's somehow important. But the thought proves elusive. \n\nOne thrust to the next my mind is lost to the pleasure, moaning and howling in lust as the man fucks me, //I never want this feeling to end.// \n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>I allow myself to be overwhelmed by the pleasure, //I never want this feeling to end.// My moans and lustful howls fill the room.\n\n<</if>>When I begin to cum, my legs start to tremble. If I wasn't bent over the table the way I am, I'd never have stayed upright. \n\nI can feel my pussy quivering around the stranger's invading rod, //Can I get pregnant?// The thought races through my mind out of nowhere, instantly sobering my mind.\n\nIn that same instant I can feel the man's cock swell and throb inside of me. He shoves deep as his shaft pulsates. Each pulse fills my depths with more and more liquid warmth. \n\nMy body betrays me, I can feel another orgasm crash over me, my pussy rippling as it tries to milk his seed directly in to my womb.\n\nWhen the man withdraws, I can feel a trickle of his seed leaking out of my freshly used hole. Even so, I just lay there, my body trembling with small orgasms like aftershocks from an earthquake. \n\n"You've got a really nice pussy for a whore," The man says lightly, tossing a few bucks on the table right beside my face.\n\nMy eyes focus enough to read the denomination, //I just sold my body for five bucks,// I'm too busy basking in the afterglow of the experience to even feel ashamed.\n\nWhen I am sure my legs will hold me again, I sit up, stumbling half a step from the table before catching myself. I try to ignore the eyes on me, the grinning faces, as I focus on pulling my pants back in place. \n\n//I wonder why every woman doesn't do this?// I think, already feeling my cunt aching to be filled again. Reaching out, I quickly snatch the money from the table and stuff it in my pocket.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<set $Money += 5>><<set $Taint += 1>><<set $WhoreEnd += 1>><</if>>

<<if $DeweyMeet is "Played">>"Would it be ok for me to speak with your son again?" I ask, my pulse quickening in spite of myself.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>Lady Anne looks at me for several seconds, a smile with no warmth forming on her lips, "Very well."\n\nMy heart skips a beat, a thrill going through me at the thought of seeing Dewey again.\n\nBarely raising her voice, Lady Anne calls out warmly, "Dewey, come grace your mother with your presence. I have a treat for you."\n\nSomething about how she said that last part makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable, like I've suddenly become property rather than a true human being.\n\nWhen Dewey enters the room, he gives his mother a warm smile, then turns his hungry gaze toward me, "Well, if it isn't <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, and might I say that you look very nice today." \n\nI can tell that he's coming on to me, but the way my body responds to his rich voice washes away any reason I may have.\n\n"A gift?" Dewey asks, clearly pleased by the situation. I find myself rooted to the spot as he reaches for his belt, "Thank you mother." He adds without her ever having responded.\n\n"Take your clothes off, I want to see your body," He purrs at me. \n\nI'm surprised at his words. My eyes locked on his impressively fit body, his white shirt partially unbuttoned to expose a wide swath of his powerful chest and a clear bulge in his trousers.\n\nI glance toward his mother, but Lady Anne meets my gaze with steel. Her hard expression an unspoken threat. When I return my attention to Dewey, his expression mirrors his mothers, with just a little less steel and a lot more fire.\n\nUneasy under their scrutiny, I begin to do as I was told, stripping naked in front of this man I don't really know. By the time the last of my clothes come off, he is already naked.\n\nHe takes a couple of small steps to one side as he inspects me. But I can't help but notice that it also puts us in a perfect position for Lady Anne to watch what comes next.\n\n"A little plain perhaps, but she'll do," When he steps toward me, one hand comes up to cup my jaw, turning my face toward his.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>"You're a virgin, I can //smell// it," Dewey says, sounding pleased by this. When he leans forward, I think he is going to kiss me, but instead he speaks softer, "And I'm going to fuck you pregnant."\n\nSomething deep inside of me tightens in the most delightful way at his words, even as my heart races in near panic.\n\nI feel his free hand drift between my legs, and to my shame I spread them slightly, allowing him access to my most intimate place. Dewey's fingers find me slick with my own arousal.\n\nThe grin that spreads across his face makes my knees feel weak. He sweeps me up in that moment with no visible sign of effort, then lays me on my back on the floor.\n\nWasting no time, he lines himself up with my aching hole. My legs spread just a little wider in anticipation of what he is about to do.\n\nI tense up as he shoves his considerable length into me with one powerful thrust.\n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nThere's a sharp pain inside my pussy marking where my hymen just was before he tore it away. \n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>"Be a good little slut and show me how wet you are." Dewey half growls at me.\n\nI tremble, one hand slipping between my own legs. A moment later I raise my hand, slick with the evidence of my own arousal.\n\nThe grin that spreads across his face makes my knees feel weak. He sweeps me up in that moment with no visible sign of effort, then lays me on my back on the floor.\n\nWasting no time, he lines himself up with my aching hole. My legs spread just a little wider in anticipation of what he is about to do.\n\nI tense up as he shoves his considerable length into me with one powerful thrust.\n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\n//So big,// I think, feeling a sense of fullness, my pussy quivering with the need to be fucked.\n\nDewey pulls back, then thrusts forward again as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>With no indication that he cares about my own pleasure, he pounds my new pussy like an animal in rut. The whole time, the pleasure I experience results in one powerful orgasm after another.\n\nI have no idea how long he continues to fuck me, but by the time his pace changes, I can barely think straight anymore. My pussy clamps down hard as his pace quickens suddenly, a second later, I feel a powerful blast of liquid warmth deep inside of me as he beings to fill my depths with his cum.\n\n"Not bad," Dewey says with a half smile. "If that wasn't enough to make you pregnant, come back and I'll be happy to fill you up again," He's still catching his breath as he finishes talking, his cock jerking one final time inside of me before he withdraws it slowly. I can see that he is still hard as he begins to dress himself again.\n\nI just lay there watching him, fully aware that my legs wouldn't support me right now even if I wanted them to.\n\n"Don't be rude," Lady Anne says, cutting into my thoughts. I look at her, but her expression is that of someone who is showing patience with someone too dumb to understand what is expected of them, "I said, don't be rude. You should thank my son for what he just did for you."\n\n"Thank you," I mumble, lacking the strength to argue even if it was an option.\n\nDewey grins, looks down at me still laying on the floor with his cum leaking from my cunt, then makes his exit with little more than a goodbye to his mother.\n\nAfter a couple of minutes, I finally get myself dressed again and move unsteadily back to the couch.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 35>>Lady Anne looks at me, her scrutiny making me feel increasingly uncomfortable.\n\n//Its like she's weighing my worth and I'm coming up short.//\n\n"Are you a worthless little sissy like my husband?" Lady Anne asks, "I'm afraid that my son prefers the ladies. You're not quite there yet."\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 3>>. I feel a profound sense of relief at that statement, all too aware of the changes I have been experiencing since arriving in Wanton Cove.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 7>>. I fidget, feeling a little uncomfortable at her words, but at the same time I can feel a strange kind of thrill go through me. For the briefest moments I picture her son, imagining him naked before I force the thought down. \n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I feel something flutter in the pit of my stomach, like butterflies taking flight. I can vividly picture Dewey, naked and standing over me. \n\nI shake my head in an only partially successful effort to dispel the thought.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I half close my eyes, thinking of Dewey. I can picture him in my mind's eye, naked and standing over me. My diminished manhood responds by swelling in my pants, aching to be touched.\n\nI blink, then shake my head in an effort to dispel the thought. I'm only partially successful as I try to focus my attention elsewhere.\n\n<</if>>//She knows about the changes, and I suspect that she knows what is happening to me.// Even before I can resolve myself to inquire about what she may know, I have a gut feeling that asking would be a //very// bad idea. //Best I simply change the subject.//\n\n<<else>>"Are you a worthless little sissy like my husband?" Lady Anne asks, "I'm afraid that my son prefers the ladies. Real men don't interest him in the least."\n\nI'm taken a little back at what she is saying<<if $Depravity lte 3>>. I feel something inside of me twist in revulsion, sickening me at the thought of doing such a thing with a man.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 7>>. I can feel my lip curl with mild distaste at the implications.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>, the thought of her son does stir something deep inside of me, though I quickly stamp the thought down. \n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>, more from the bluntness of her statement than anything else. The thought of her son's firm body does make my heart race just a little more than I care to admit.\n\n<</if>>I have little doubt that Lady Anne sensed my internal thoughts from dry smile that tugs that the corner of her lips.\n\nShe gives a nearly imperceptible nod, then replies with, "Perhaps another time then."\n\n<<endif>>\n\n<<else>>"You spoke," I struggle with the right work, "Highly, of your son."\n\nA slight warmth enters her expression, though its far short of a smile, "Would you like to meet my son?"\n\nShe doesn't give me time to reply before she calls out, "Dewey, come grace your mother with your presence," Her tone is surprisingly kind.\n\nA couple of minutes later a young man, perhaps in his late teens, enters the room from the hallway. He's wearing a pair of jeans, faded blue from long use. He also wears a white shirt with only the first couple of buttons done, the rest open to expose his lightly tanned chest with just a hint of brown hair. His head is capped with the same dark hair as his mother and his eyes are every bit as hard. At only a glance, there's no doubt as to who his mother is. That's where the similarities end though, his body is amazingly fit marking him as someone who either works hard or excercises regularly. //I'd wager its the latter.//\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>When Dewey looks at me, there's a hunger, a lust, in his eyes as he looks me over. His eyes barely stop on my face before trailing down my body. My knees feel suddenly weak as I struggle to not look away. I find my eyes lingering on the bulge in the front of his pants before I finally look away.\n\nI look back up when he steps closer to me. My eyes lock with his as he smiles down at me. The way he is looking at me, I have no doubt that he wants to fuck me. And with the way I feel a flutter in the pit of my stomach, I know part of me wants it too\n\nInstinctively, I take a step back from him.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 55>>There's a hunger in Dewey's eyes as he looks at me. Part of me has to wonder if he's pondering how much of me is still a man.\n\n<<else>>Dewey's eyes drift over me with an obvious lack of interest. I note with interest the arousal that creeps into his eyes as he turns his attention towards his mother.\n\n<<endif>>"What can I do for you mother?" He sounds like a singer, his voice is a rich baritone that I find a little surprising.\n\n"Our new friend wanted to meet you," Lady Anne replies.\n\n//I inquired about him, I didn't ask to meet him,// I think, but I don't correct her.\n\n"This is <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, they've just recently arrived in Wanton Cove."\n\nThere's a look of superiority as a small smile tweaks the corner of his lips, its a pleasure to meet you <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," He thrusts a hand out towards me.\n\nI take his hand, noticing how soft his hand feels in spite of his powerful grip. //Strong, but no calluses.//\n\nLooking back at his mother, "I was in the middle of something, so unless you want to enjoy my //company// for a little while, I need to get back to it."\n\n//Wait a minute?// Something about what he just said nags at my mind, //Are they? Could Lady Anne really be so depraved that she would have sex with her own son?// I take a sudden breath as the implications start to sink in, //If she treats her husband the way she does, how could I think she //wouldn't// be able to do something like that with her own son.//\n\nI watch as Dewey turns and begins to walk away. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Lady Anne watching him leave, the expression on her face being one that no parent should have when looking at their own child.<</if>>\n\n[[Ask Lady Anne about Wanton Cove.]]\n<<set $DeweyMeet to "Played">>[[Ask about her family.]]<<if $AnneHusband is "True">>\n[[Ask about her family business.]] \n[[Ask about her husband Toby.]]\n[[Ask about her son Dewey.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about the Morichi Family]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Played">>\n[[Ask if she is Azumi's mother.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Lady Anne about the Pastor.]]<</if>>\n[[Make your exit.|Nice part of town.]]\n

I look at Azumi, her glazed expression staring into nothing, and think of Tanya's scream just moments ago.\n\nInternally, I struggle with what to do. //She's chained to the altar, I can come back for her once I know Tanya is safe.// "I'll be back for you," I promise Azumi, though she shows no indication that she heard my words, //I came to Wanton Cove to find Tanya, Tom,// I shake my head violently, trying to focus my jumbled thoughts, //She's my first priority.//\n\nLooking one more time at Azumi, I get a sickening feeling that it's the last time I'll ever lay eyes upon her. When I pull my gaze away, I start in the direction I last heard Tanya's scream, "Tanya!" I cry out, hoping for any reply.\n\nThe swirling fog drifts around me, swallowing me as I walk willingly away from the altar in search of Tanya.\n\nBehind me, Azumi lurches and strains suddenly at the chains, her mouth open in a silent scream that I do not hear.\n\n[[Continue.|HighTaintEndTanyaFinal]]

I can hear the rain coming down again, harder than usual this time. From above, I can hear the roar of large drops of rain pummeling the roof of the building.\n\nGlancing out a window at the front of the Barmaid's Daughter, I can see the rain, falling so hard that I can barely see out the window.\n\nI can't help but be a little thankful to not be outside right now.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

Looking at the inside of the shipbuilder's shack, I can't make any sense of the mess filling the interior. Scraps of wood, tools, and even several massive logs are all covered in varying thicknesses of sawdust. \n\nSeveral oil lamps light the far side of the interior. For a moment, over the sound of a saw being used, I see a flicker of movement from the lighted portion of the room.\n\n"Hello?" I call, not wanting to surprise whoever is there.\n\n"C'mon back!" A gruff voice calls, "And stay out of my way when you get back here, I'm just finishing up!" \n\nMaking my way towards the light, I round a corner in the stacked building materials to see a shirtless man, sawdust matted in the hair of his sweat matted chest. He doesn't even acknowledge me as he adjusts his glasses and looks down the length of the long strip of wood he had just finished cutting.\n\nSitting the board down, he looks at me, his eyes hard as he sizes me up. Without warning, his expression lightens, the creases around his mouth becoming laugh lines as his face splits in a toothy grin.\n\nHe quickly wipes his hand off on his trousers, the thrusts it towards me to shake my hand.\n\nI take the offered hand more hesitantly than I intended, and he proceeds to shake my hand in a crushing grip, "A pleasure to meet you. We don't get many visitors here in Wanton Cove, to what do I owe the pleasure?"\n\n"I'm doing a little favor for an old friend, his son went missing in this area recently, so I'm seeing if I can learn anything." I tell him.\n\n"Tom?" The man seems to think for a few seconds, "Red headed kid? Green eyes, freckles and a bit on the short side?"\n\n"Yeah, that sounds like him," I can't help but feel a touch of excitement that I've finally found someone who seems to know something about Tom, "You can't tell me where he might have gone, can you?"\n\n"Nah, I can't," The man says, "Mind, I'd like to, but I haven't heard anything about him in a while now," He shrugs, turning his attention to a board he was just cutting, running a calloused hand over its rough surface, "He came into town a while back, got a lot of folk all riled up, don't know what about, nobody really said, then after a while I just stopped hearing about him. I'd assumed that he'd moved on," His eyes flicker to me, then back to the board, "apparently not."\n\nThe man's expression suddenly sours, "God dammit!" He curses, tossing the board into a pile to one side of his work area, "Going to have to cut the whole damned thing again," He grumbles.\n\n"Last thing I recall hearing about him, he fucked that new girl silly the night she showed up here in town, Tanya's her name," A slight grin touches his lips, "My god that girl loves sucking cock." He gives me a knowing look, "She's worth every penny."\n\n"Name's Phil by the way," He adds. <<set $Phil to "Played">>\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>," I reply.\n\n[[Mind if I ask you a few questions?|Shipbuilder QA]]\n\n[[Nevermind. Exit the Shipbuilder's Shack.|Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]

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<<if $AnneCuck is "Played">>"You um," I try to think of how best to phrase what I'm about to say, "You're husband is a home maker." //Not the traditional role for a man, but given what I've seen, that's the closest I can think of to describe it.//\n\nAcross from me, Lady Anne's expression becomes mildly amused, though I can detect no changes in her facial expression, //Eerie.//\n\n"Does he get out much? Does he have any friends around town?"\n\nHer eyebrows rise slightly, but the gesture feels like an eye roll from where I'm sitting, "He gets out when I have an errand for him to run," She gestures dismissively, "And he may have had friends once, but now he only has lovers."\n\n"You allow him to sleep with other women?" You aren't able to hide the mild surprise in your voice.\n\nHer laugh sounds like something rehearsed, too perfect to be believed, and too abruptly ended to have any real emotion behind it, "Heavens no! Our little Sophie is hardly man enough to please a woman," Her voice is full of sudden venom, enough so to put me more on edge than I already was in her presence, "He fathered my son and the act was so pathetic that I have not allowed anything but his tongue inside of me since."\n\nShe turns her head towards the kitchen, "Husband!" Her voice comes loud and crisp, like a physical blow, "Come here this instant!"\n\nToby, or Sophie as his wife calls her, enters the room, eyes downcast and shoulders slumped. The way his hands are folded in front of him hides his undersized manhood, though its hard to tell if its a deliberate act of modesty, or simply a byproduct of him trying to strike a somewhat modest pose.\n\n"Sophie," Her voice almost purrs as he comes to a stop beside her, "Our guest was asking about you."\n\nI can see the way his face starts to flush, his eyes shift towards me for a mere blink of an eye before returning to his wife. <<if $Depravity gte 8>>I feel a slight shudder of arousal at the scared, yet resigned expression on his submissive features. <<elseif $Depravity gte 5>>I can see a mix of fear and arousal on the man's face, and though I'd never admit it out loud, his submissive stance stirs something deep inside of me. <<else>>A mix of fear and submission are clear in his features, like someone who knows they might be forced to do something they do not want to, but knowing deep down that they have no real choice in the matter.<<endif>>\n\n"We were just talking about your lovers," I can see the man's features blanch, making him look sickly all of a sudden, but the way he looks at her never changes, like a man looking upon his god, "And our guest had some questions."\n\nMy mouth hangs open in surprise after being put on the spot like this. \n\nBefore I can regain the composure to speak though, Lady Anne "After our last little encounter with our new friend, they still don't seem to understand your place in this house. Tell them about the people who we take to our wedding bed, and explain what you do for them."\n\nLady Anne's eyes turn to me, seeming to study my reaction as her husband prepares to speak.\n\nI watch his adams apple bob hard as he swallows, seeming to work to moisten his mouth enough to talk, "My wonderful wife," His voice comes out like a hoarse whisper, "Allows me to help pleasure her, and her partners since I am unfit to perform my husbandly duties," His eyes turn to her for a moment, as if seeking her approval. Her gaze never leaves me.\n\n"It is my job to make sure the men are ready to enter her when she is ready," His expression becomes uncertain for a second, "I fellate them, and on occasion they will sodomize me," He takes a deep breath, half closing his eyes as he lets it out, glancing at his wife again, the look of unconditional love returns, "When I perform my duties well, she allows me to eat the seed they spill inside of her, to prevent her from becoming pregnant and shaming me with a bastard," Goosebumps break out across your skin as a glassy expression washes over his feminine features, a faint smile playing across his lips, "And my wife is wonderful to me, since I'm unfit to please her, but I always try my hardest to serve her well, she will sometimes tell one of her lovers to fellate me as reward."\n\nI glance at Lady Anne, seeing the same intense gaze looking back at me before returning my attention to her husband.\n\nHer husband's cheeks are flushed almost scarlet, "She praises me, telling me that I have the cutest voice and that I'd have made a good wife for someone," He's almost breathless as he concludes, "I'm so lucky that she allows me to serve her."\n\n"My husband may not have enough cock to please a woman, but he has a tremendously talented tongue," Her husband seems to beam with pride at the complement, "If you ask nicely, I'll allow him to use his talented tongue on you."\n\nOne eyebrow arches up on her face, as if she is waiting for my reply.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 3 && $Taint gte 95>>[[Accept.|Anne Husband Sex]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 5 && $Taint gte 55>>[[Accept.|Anne Husband Sex]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 8>>[[Accept.|Anne Husband Sex]]\n\n<<endif>>[[Politely Decline.|Anne Husband Reject]]\n\n<<else>>"I was curious about your husband. What does he do for a living?" You inquire.\n\nLady Anne’s eyebrows raise slightly in amusement before she answers lightly, “Anything I tell him to.”\n\n“He works for your company then?” Even as I utter the words, something about her reply makes me think there is more to it than that.\n\n“Heavens, no!” She blurts, her expression just shy of angry, “Our little Sophie is barely fit for the kitchen, let alone a real man’s work!”\n\nI wet my lips, trying to think of anything to say, assuming I could force words part my suddenly dry mouth.\n\n“Husband!” Lady Anne’s voice is like thunder, “Come here this instant!”\n\nHer husband, a frail and terrified looking man, comes running out of the hallway a moment later. His tiny but erect cock leading the way and his long brown hair trailing behind, “How may I serve you dear?” \n\n“What is your place in this household?” Lady Anne’s voice purrs.\n\n“It is to serve your will in all things,” He replies clearly, his voice feminine.\n\n“And how do you feel about this arrangement?” She continues.\n\n“It is an honor to belong to you, and nothing brings me more joy than doing as you desire of me, no matter what that may be,” The wording and pacing of his speech sounds rehearsed to me, but the devotion in his eyes brings me to the realization that, rehearsed or not, he means every word of it, “Is there anything you wish of me now?”\n\nLady Anne looks thoughtful, then replies, <<if $Taint lte 39>>”Hold our guest’s shoulders.”\n\nThe man lunges at me faster than I can react, hitting me with enough force to knock the couch over on its back, knocking the wind from my lungs. Toby scrambles, movements quick and jerky like an insect as he moves to hold my shoulders.\n\nBy the time I have regained the presence of mind to fight back, Lady Anne steps around the tipped couch, her hard eyes focused on mine.\n\nLike a rabbit who just encountered a predator, I freeze, trying to think of a way out of this situation, //Is she going to kill me?// The thought crosses my mind. My instinct is to reach for my .38 Special, but the way my arm is tangled in my jacket, combined with Toby pinning me down, I know I could never reach it in time if the two mean me serious harm.\n\nInstead, I remain still as she moves closer. Stepping over me with one leg, she straddles me, then begins to kneel above me while pulling up her skirts. I see just enough to know that she is not wearing anything beneath her skirts before her weight settles on top of me. \n\nHer hips shift forward and back once, then her hands vanish beneath her skirt. It doesn’t take me long to realize her fingers have found my belt buckle and are working to free my manhood from my pants. <<if $Depravity gte 4>>My own body betrays me as I quickly harden at the touch of her warm hand.<<else>>My fear and uncertainty spike when I feel her warm hand wrap around my limp dick. \n\n“This will never do,” She says softly, her hand stroking me to hardness in mere seconds.<<endif>>\n\nMoving her hips, I feel the head of my cock slide along the wet folds of her pussy, then she lowers herself onto me with harrowing slowness.\n\nShe smiles slightly as I feel her hips touch my own, “Not the biggest I’ve enjoyed, but more than my pathetic husband has to offer.” Her movements are slow and steady, rotating her hips forward and back like she’s trying to feel every contour of my manhood.\n\nHer cunt quivers around my cock, causing my balls to tighten with need. It’s not until I’m on the verge of orgasm that she begins to actually ride me, “Cum inside of me you worthless twit, make me cum on that little cock of yours,” She says in a sing song voice, though her words could make a sailor blush.\n\nI’m not sure if it’s because of her words, of in spite of them, but she rides me for less than a minute before I reach the point of no return, “Cum inside another man’s wife,” She hisses, pressing down against me so that I can feel the tip of my cock pressed firmly against her cervix. Her words make me want to pull out, but my cock has other ideas. I hold back as long as I can, the first throb actually hurts as I will myself to not cum. But I can feel her cunt tremble around my shaft when it throbs a second time. Losing all restraint, I cum so hard I see spots, my balls aching as I feel myself filling her depths with an amazing amount of my seed.\n\nOnce I’m spent, I can feel her cunt milking me for the final few drops of my cum, then clamp down as she slides off of me. The sensation is enough to make me throb one last time, though my balls have nothing more to give.\n\nI feel conflicted, my body trembling in post orgasmic bliss, while another part of me <<if $Depravity gte 7>>is just a little amused by what just happened.<<elseif $Depravity gte 4>>is uncertain about how I should feel after such a powerful orgasm.<<else>>is disgusted by what just happened.<</if>>\n \nStanding, Lady Anne holds up the front of her skirts as she walks back around the couch and out of sight. Presumably back to her chair. \n\n“Tip that couch back up,” She says, and to my shame, both me and her husband move to tip the couch back up and move it back to where it was before I was tackled off of it.\n\nBy the time I uncertainly take a seat once more, my mind is racing for an excuse to leave. \n\nAcross from me, I see something that makes my eyes widen with <<if $Depravity gte 8>>a sense of wonder.<<elseif $Depravity gte 4>>surprise.<<else>>disgust.<<endif>>\n\nKneeling between her legs, I have just enough time to see my cum oozing from her freshly used pussy before Toby buries his face between her thighs, “He came deep, work hard to get it all out,” She coos at her husband before looking back at me, completely unashamed about what just happened.\n\nWith one hand holding a fist full of her husband’s long brown hair, she forces his face deeper into her crotch, “This is my husband’s place in this household.”\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>>”Suck our guest’s cock,” Lady Anne says bluntly.\n\nHer husband moves instantly to comply, dropping to his knees in front of me and reaching for my pants.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 6>>My eyes widen in surprise as Toby, //Or maybe I should think of him as Sophie,// fumbles with my belt buckle. Somehow just thinking of him as Sophie instead of Toby makes what’s happening just a little more ok as I take in his feminine appearance.\n\nBy the time he pulls my pants open, my already hard cock springs free. His delicate fingers wrapping around my shaft.\n\nOut of the corner of my eye, I can see Lady Anne lean back in her seat, a self-satisfied smile on her lips.\n\nA soft moan escapes my lips when I feel Sophie’s soft lips brush the crown of my cock, tongue darting out to moisten the head of my throbbing member before his lips part further to take me into his mouth.\n\n<<else>>Startled, I quickly slap his hands away, repulsed by what is happening.\n\nToby’s expression turns scared as he starts to tremble, looking at his wife as if seeking guidance.\n\n“Well, obviously even he thinks you are worthless,” Lady Anne sneers.\n\nI open my mouth to say something, but no sound comes out as I struggle to seek the right thing to say.\n\nToby’s expression rapidly goes from scared to near panic. \n\n“Worthless little sissy can’t even accomplish a simple task,” There’s a fire in her eyes as she speaks that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, goosebumps breaking out across my skin. //I don’t know where this is headed, but this is bad.//\n\n“If you’re of no use to me, what reason do I have to keep you around?” Her tone holds a cruel edge to it that makes me tense, “Go slit your wrists, and mind you don’t get blood on my floor.” As soon as she finishes speaking, her eyes shift to my own, their intensity is more than a little unnerving.\n\n“Yes dear,” Toby says softly, trembling visibly as he stands to leave.\n\n“No!” I blurt, reaching out to catch Toby’s arm, “What is //wrong// with you?” I ask Lady Anne before I can measure my words more carefully. \n\n“You’d make him kill himself if he doesn’t do what you told him?” My tone is full of disbelief.\n\n“Yes,” She replies, matter of fact. Sitting rigidly straight in her chair, the intensity of her gaze is enough to force me to look away from her.\n\nWhen my eyes turn to Toby, I’m shocked that in spite of the situation, his little cock is hard, a bead of precum visible at the tip. \n\nI have to swallow past the lump in my throat to speak, “Don’t you dare do as she says,” I hiss at him.\n\n“You can’t do this,” I say to her, putting as much steel in my voice as I am able.\n\n“There’s nothing you can do to stop me,” She cocks her head to one side. Her tone and expression make it clear that she’s actually //enjoying// our exchange, “You can pull your cock out and let my sissy of a husband suck you off, or you can let go of him so he can slit his wrists like I told him to.”\n\nMy eyes flicker back and forth between Lady Anne and her husband, a cold certainty settling over me that either I do as she says, or this man will take his own life simply because she told him so, even if I tried to stop him. For several seconds, I stare at her with righteous indignation, then it’s like a fire goes out inside of me as I slump back in my seat with the terrible realization that there’s absolutely nothing I can do to change this situation. \n\n“Ok,” I say, my voice soft and defeated. Looking up at Toby, “Do what you must.”\n\nOut of the corner of my eye, I can see Lady Anne lean back in her seat, a self-satisfied smile on her lips.\n\nI’m quickly distracted from her though as Toby, pulls my pants open. His delicate fingers wrap around my limp shaft. I look down at him, seeing the face of a woman as he strokes my cock with well practiced motions, his hot breath on my sensitive member causing it to stir to life.\n\n//Perhaps I should think of him as Sophie,// The thought feels strange, yet somehow right in my mind.\n\nA soft moan escapes my lips when I feel Sophie’s soft lips brush the crown of my cock, tongue darting out to moisten the head of my throbbing member before his lips part further to take me into his mouth.<<endif>>\n\nI close my eyes, trying to ignore the circumstances of my situation and instead focus only on the feel of Sophie’s lips as they begin to slide slowly up and down my shaft.\n\n//What kind of man would allow a woman, or anyone for that matter, to hold such power over him?// The thought slips from my grasp as soon as it can form.\n\nWhen Spohie’s lips reach the base of my little cock, I can feel his tongue slide over my balls before he pulls back again until only the tip rests between his lips. Sucking hard at my crown, an involuntary moan escapes my lips. With more skill than any woman I have ever encountered, he works my cock, rapidly coaxing me closer and closer to release even through my disgust at what is happening and why.\n\nFar sooner than I would have expected, I can feel my balls pull tight, my cock throbbing. Sophie pulls back quickly until only the tip of my cock rests between his lips as he catches my load in his mouth.\n\nWith one hand, he strokes my shaft, milking the last few drops of my cum from my length and into his mouth. When he is finished, he turns towards Lady Anne with an expression that suggests he is seeking her approval.\n\n“You may have your reward,” She tells her husband, her eyes never leaving my own.\n\nI can hear Sophie swallow, then reply, “Thank you dear. Is there anything more I can do to please you?”\n\nLady Anne’s eyes move to her husband, though she does not move her head to do so, “You may leave and perform your other duties,” She says in a mildly annoyed tone, like what she had to say should have been obvious.\n\nHer husband nods, almost bowing as he does so, adoration in his eyes as he looks at her.\n\nAs her husband leaves the room, her eyes return to me, “That is my husband’s place in this household.”\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>><<else>> Toby moves quickly to comply, moving to his wife’s side. I can see the way his hard little penis juts out in front of him as he approaches.\n\nLady Anne reaches out, grabbing her husband by the balls and squeezing with visible effort. \n\nI fight the urge to raise from my seat to intervene, but something about the situation makes me realize that would do more harm than good.\n\nToby’s legs tremble, his face contorted in pain, though he makes no sound louder than a whimper and makes no effort to stop his wife.\n\nLady Anne’s face contorts with viciousness, her own arm trembling as she twists her husband’s testicles. His legs nearly give out, but he somehow remains standing.\n\n“Cum for me you worthless piece of shit,” Lady Anne hisses at her husband.\n\nI cringe inwardly, wondering what horror she will inflict upon her husband when he is unable to do as she asks. Then my eyes widen in surprise as his little cock jerks, sending a trickle of cum across Lady Anne’s wrist. Then it jerks a second and third time, each time only expelling a few drops of milky white cum.\n\nThe sound Toby makes when she lets go of his balls is unlike anything I’ve ever heard. Less than human and full of relief, but most troubling is the way he looks at his wife with adoration even after she just did such a horrible thing to him.\n\n“Now, clean up your mess,” She says, holding her hand up. Her husband takes hold of her hand in both of his, cradling it like something precious. Then he leans forward, for a split second I think he’s going to kiss her hand, but instead I see his tongue touch her skin, scooping up his own cum into his mouth. \n\nWith tongue and mouth, he cleans all of his cum from her flesh, then releases her hand reluctantly.\n\n“You may have your reward,” She tells her husband, her eyes never leaving my own.\n\nI can hear her husband swallow, then reply, “Thank you dear. Is there anything more I can do to please you?”\n\nLady Anne’s eyes move to her husband, though she does not move her head to do so, “You may leave and perform your other duties,” She says in a mildly annoyed tone, like what she had to say should have been obvious.\n\nHer husband nods, almost bowing as he does so.\n\nAs her husband leaves the room, her eyes return to me, “That is my husband’s place in this household\n\n<<endif>><<set $AnneCuck to "Played">>Uncertain of what else to say, and wary of a repeat of the encounter, I opt to change the subject.\n\n[[Say goodbye and leave.|Nice part of town.]]<<endif>>\n

At first, you think its a feminine man coming down the street towards you, but as she gets closer, you can see the unmistakable swell of breasts beneath the men's clothing she is wearing. \n\nYou pause, momentarily struck by the strangeness of what you are seeing<<if $Taint gte 64>> though you suppose your own changes make for a similar site,<<endif>> before she's past you, still walking and having not so much as cast a glance your direction.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

My eyes linger on the scene for several more seconds before I am able to tear them away. I make a conscious effort to look anywhere by at the group as I continue about my business.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

<<if ($PlayerBrawling + $PlayerStrength) gte 13>>Knowing that this is likely to be my only chance, I move quickly.\n\nI take a half step to one side to throw off his aim, adjusting my grip on the shotgun as I do so.\n\nPivoting on my heel to face him, I can see the surprise on his face as he tries to bring his rifle to bear on me again. //Further back than I expected,// I think, taking another rapid step to his side while trying to get within reach of his gun. \n\nWith my free arm, I slap at Vick's rifle to ruin his aim while swinging the shotgun in my hand up with all my strength. \n\nThe rifle fires, the sound is nearly deafening in the confines of the cave. I flinch at the sound, but not before the shotgun in my hand catches him across the side of the head.\n\nI stagger to one side, but Vick goes down in a heap, rolling further into the cave. Loose rocks can be heard clattering in his wake, but by the time I turn to look where Vick went, I can't see him in the darkness below.\n\nWary, I flip the shotgun around so I'm holding the stock again and raise it to my shoulder. Carefully, I begin to pick my way down toward where I expect to find Vick.\n\nWatching the deep shadows, I take several steps before I realize that Vick is not where I expect him to be. I revelation that comes just in time to see motion to one side. \n\nLacking time to react, I have just enough time to realize I'm about to be hit by the butt of his rifle before my world turns black.\n\n[[Sensation returns.]]<<elseif ($PlayerFirearms + $PlayerStrength) gte 11>>Letting go of the shotgun, I reach for my .38 Special in that same instant. I take a rapid step away from the falling shotgun as my pistol clears its holster. Pivoting toward Vick, I squeeze the trigger a split second too soon.\n\n<<if $Ammo gte 1>>//BANG!// The sound is deafening in the confines of the cave. I'm not sure if I hit him or not, but Vick goes down in a heap, rolling further into the cave. Loose rocks can be heard clattering in his wake, but by the time I turn to look where Vick went, I can't see him in the darkness below.\n\nWary, I move toward where he went, my pistol leading the way. Carefully, I begin to pick my way down toward where I expect to find Vick.\n\nWatching the deep shadows, I take several steps before I realize that Vick is not where I expect him to be. I revelation that comes just in time to see motion to one side. \n\nLacking time to react, I have just enough time to realize I'm about to be hit by the butt of his rifle before my world turns black. <<else>>//Click!// The hammer falls on the empty chamber. I have just enough time to mentally curse myself for not bringing more ammo before the butt of Vick's rifle catches me in the side of the head. <</if>>\n\n[[Sensation returns.]]<<else>>I take a split second to weigh my options, then spring into motion. Pivoting on my heel, I swipe out with one arm in the hopes of deflecting the rifle's aim while balling a fist with the other.\n\nUnfortunately, Vick must have expected this of me because I've barely turned half way toward him when the butt of his rifle catches me in the side of the head. Stars burst before my eyes and vertigo sweeps over me. Sometime before I hit the ground, my consciousness abandoned me.\n\n[[Sensation returns.]]<</if>>

With no warning, the sky opens up a torrent of water, a virtual deluge of water that falls from the sky with pummeling force. \n\nI try to flip up the collar of my jacket to ward off the worst of it, but its of no use. Within seconds, I'm soaked to the bone, the cold rain leaving me feeling clammy.\n\nI shiver, pulling my almost useless jacket tighter around myself.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]

"What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?" I ask.\n\n"You want to know about our little town? Interested in moving here?" Phil barks out a little laugh, "Trust me, there's more whores in most of the coastal towns."\n\nPhil's expression turns a little more serious, "Honestly, I just build boats and do some repair work on the ships that come in to port, just like my daddy before me," He half shrugs, almost apologetically that he doesn't have more to add.\n\nAsk about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask Phil about Tom.]]\n<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the White Goo.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>>\n[[Ask Phil about your physical changes.|Ask Phil about your transformation.]]<<endif>><<if $DOneSighting is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the creatures you've seen in the water.]]<<endif>>\n<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>[[Ask Phil about the Ruins.]]\n\n<</if>>\nor\n[[That is all for now. Exit the Shipbuilder's Shack.|Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]

Laying down in bed, it takes almost an hour before I start to drift off to sleep in spite of how bone weary I feel. \n\nThe whole time I lay there, I think about the encounter in the forest earlier today. \n\n//It couldn't have been real.// I try to rationalize what happened, but my thoughts keep returning to what I experienced, the cuts and scrapes on my arms and legs from my headlong flight through the forest in my frantic effort to escape. \n\nHolding one of my arms up in front of my face, I can see the shallow cuts and scabs, irrefutable proof of my retreat, even if nothing else that happened can be proven.\n\n//Zal'chaas,// I think. As soon as the name crosses my mind, I regret it as the strange tongue she //speaks// in whispers in the back of my mind for perhaps a minute before trailing off. \n\n//What the fuck is happening in this place. Its like half the locals don't even acknowledge that anything strange is going on, and the rest are actively unwilling to talk in detail about it.//\n\nI roll over on my side, trying to get comfortable. I flip my pillow so I can rest my head against the cool side, then sit up suddenly in bed when I see movement just outside my window.\n\nNearly jumping from my bed, I grab my .38 Special then turn towards the window, gun raised. \n\nThat same flicker of movement again. I step cautiously closer. This time when the movement happens, I see the source. A tree branch, casting a shadow over my window whenever a wind gust blows it in front of a lit window just down the street.\n\nI watch as the scene replays itself perhaps half a dozen more times before I finally put my gun away again.\n\nWhen I lay back down in my bed, I turn my back to the window.\n\n<<if $Day is 2>>[[Continue.|Dream2]]\n<<elseif $Day is 3>>[[Continue.|Dream3]]\n<<elseif $Day is 4>>[[Continue.|Dream4]]\n<<elseif $Day is 5>>[[Continue.|Dream5]]\n<<elseif $Day is 6>>[[Continue.|Dream6]]\n<<elseif $Day is 7>>[[Continue.|Night7]]\n<<elseif $Day is 8>>[[Continue.|Night8]]\n<<elseif $Day is 9>>[[Continue.|Night9]]\n<<else>>If you see this, I broke something. Please report it.\n\n[[Your room.]]\n<<endif>>

The sidebar display should have just added 5 points of taint.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>>

I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I center my thoughts. //Just the thought of bringing this up with her is enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.//\n\nLady Anne leans forward, steepling her fingers before herself. Her gaze is hard, hard enough to sit me back in my seat as she stares me down, "You have something to ask?" Her voice is smooth like silk, holding a quality that makes me want to flee this place.\n\n//Does she know what I want to ask?// The thought shakes me to my core, //But how could she?//\n\n"Azumi," I begin. Part of me wants to assert that she's Azumi's mother, but my courage fails me and I ask instead, "Do you know who Azumi's mother is?" \n\n"Of course," Lady Anne's expression becomes one of amusement.\n\n//She's going to make me ask anyway.// I think, looking into her hard eyes. I can tell that she's taking great pleasure at making me squirm, "Are you her mother?" I finally manage to choke out.\n\nA cruel smile forms on her lips, like the death's head grin of a naked skull, "You already know the answer to that if you're asking the question."\n\nI open my mouth to speak, but the sound that comes out can not be consider spoken language, instead it is like a cross between a choking sound and a whine. Closing my mouth ends the sound, but it does not improve my mental state in the least, nor my racing thoughts.\n\nThe silence stretches on for minutes, me struggling to make sense of this new revelation while Lady Anne looks at me like a child with a magnifying glass might look at an ant. \n\nI shiver.\n\nShe speaks, "My dear Detective, for someone who has dedicated their life to seeking answers, I never expected you to be one who would be taken back by one."\n\nNo matter how I try, I can't find the words to continue the conversation.\n\n"I can see that you have questions," The smile on her face does not quite reach her eyes, "But I do not feel inclined to answer. Suffice to say, I have my reasons for what I did, and they are none of your damned business."\n\nI bristle at her tone. //I got my answer, why do I feel like I know less now than I did before?//\n\nUnhappy, I growl under my breath. There's a moment where I want to get up, to leave, but I manage to stamp down that urge before it drives me from her home. \n\n//It's time to either change the subject, or make my exit.// I think, my thoughts predominantly on what she just said.\n\n[[Ask Lady Anne about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Ask about her family.]]<<if $AnneHusband is "True">>\n[[Ask about her family business.]] \n[[Ask about her husband Toby.]]\n[[Ask about her son Dewey.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about the Morichi Family]]<<endif>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Lady Anne about the Pastor.]]<</if>>\n[[Make your exit.|Nice part of town.]]<<set $MotherMaybe to "Anne">>

<<if $Day gte 5>>There's a flicker of light from distant lightning as I walk through the better part of Wanton Cove. \n\nA few seconds later, I can hear the answering rumble of thunder roll over me. <<else>>Up ahead, I see a woman standing on the porch of a house, looking absently out towards the ocean. From where I am, I can see one of her hands cupping her breast through her dress, massaging the round globe of flesh.\n\nHer other hand begins to stray downward, between her legs. I'm too far away to see much, but it's enough to cause the stirrings of arousal within me. \n\nAs if sensing my presence, she looks towards me suddenly. I can see her blush even from this distance.\n\nQuickly, she turns towards the house and disappears inside.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]

Forcing my gaze away from the obviously aroused woman, [[I continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]

"I've been seeing this White Goo around town, you know anything about that?" I ask.\n\n"White Goo?" Phil's brow creases in thought, "You mean the jellyfish? The darn things wash up on shore all the time. Don't go touching them, they can still sting you."<<if $Madness gte 1>>\n\n//Cound he really be so clueless about what is going on around here?//<<endif>>\n\nAsk about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask Phil about Tom.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Phil about Wanton Cove.]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>>\n[[Ask Phil about your physical changes.|Ask Phil about your transformation.]]<<endif>><<if $DOneSighting is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the creatures you've seen in the water.]]<<endif>>\n<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>[[Ask Phil about the Ruins.]]\n\n<</if>>\nor\n[[That is all for now. Exit the Shipbuilder's Shack.|Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]

<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 11>>"It’s obvious that you know the area, and the people who live in Wanton Cove, fairly well," I begin, trying to appeal to her vanity, "I was wondering if you could tell me anything about the Morichi family?"\n\nLady Anne's expression changes subtly, somehow reminding me of how a cat looks when it catches a mouse. //Am I the mouse?//\n\n"What would you like to know?" She asks, then waves her hand dismissively, as if my answer wouldn't matter anyway before continuing, “The Morichi family has been here almost as long as the town. The way Mr Morichi tells it, he’s a direct descendant of Zodak Alhazred, our town’s founder, but that claim is fragile at best. Seems some whore got pregnant and claimed that the bastard was Alhazred’s,” Her lip curls in distaste, “But then, a whore will claim anything if they think it will buy them coin.”\n\n“The daughter, blessedly the last of the Morichi line, is a hideous abomination,” She shivers visibly, though I have to wonder if the act is theatrics given how reserved much of her behavior usually is, “Barely human if you ask me, and she should have been thrown into the sea the day she was born.” Her lip curls in disgust, “If I had more sense, I’d have done it myself,” There a deep seated anger in her tone, a hint of hatred in her eyes. //There's something more to this.//\n\nThen her expression changes, becoming softer with an almost alarming suddenness, “That //thing// he calls a daughter came to my home one night, broke in and tried to attack me. When my worthless husband tried to stop her, it turned on him. The twit fellated her, //willingly// so she would leave.”\n\nThe abruptness with which she stops speaking, combined with the intensity of her glare, tells me that she is done speaking on the subject.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 7>>”You know the town, and its people fairly well from what I’ve seen. I was wondering what you can tell me about the Morichi family?”\n\n“Charlatans and filth,” She surprises me with the amount of contempt she manages to put into her voice, “That’s all you need to know about them. Mr Morichi is a liar, and his daughter is a rapist. We’d all be better off of that mansion simply fell into the sea.”\n\nSeeing her expression, I decide not to press further, instead allowing the conversation to trail off into an uncomfortable silence.\n\n<<else>>”Tell me about the Morichi family,” I say casually.\n\nLady Anne’s expression clouds dangerously, “Ask again, but use your manners.”\n\nGrimacing, I pause for a second to consider how best to phrase my words, ”You know the town, and its people fairly well from what I’ve seen. I was wondering what you can tell me about the Morichi family?” I force myself to sound as polite as I can. The little smile at the corner of Lady Anne’s lips shows her approval.\n\n“Charlatans and filth,” She surprises me with the amount of contempt she manages to put into her voice, “That’s all you need to know about them. Mr Morichi is a liar, and his daughter is a rapist. We’d all be better off of that mansion simply fell into the sea.”\n\nSeeing her expression, I decide not to press further, instead allowing the conversation to trail off into an uncomfortable silence.\n\n<<endif>>\n[[Ask Lady Anne about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Ask about her family.]]<<if $AnneHusband is "True">>\n[[Ask about her family business.]] \n[[Ask about her husband Toby.]]\n[[Ask about her son Dewey.]]<<endif>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Played">>\n[[Ask if she is Azumi's mother.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Lady Anne about the Pastor.]]<</if>>\n[[Make your exit.|Nice part of town.]]\n

"Pastor Erkon?" He asks.\n\n"Yeah, you mentioned that he killed himself. What happened?" I ask.\n\n"He got sick. Started spending a lot of time alone. Old Jackobson saw him walk up to the bluff and jump." He looks like he's going to say more, but then stops himself.\n\n<<if ($PlayerCharisma + $PlayerStreetwise) gte 14>>"Anything more you can tell me about him?" I inquire.\n\n"Some things are best left alone. And he just couldn't leave things be." His mouth snaps shut after saying that last bit, his brown eyes glaring at me accusingly.\n\nI know from that look that he isn't going to say anything more on the subject.<</if>>\n\n<<if $Jackobson is "Not Played">><<set $BrandallBluff to "Played">><<set $PastorErkon to "Played">><<set $Jackobson to "Played">><</if>>Ask about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>>[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<</if>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<</if>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]<</if>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<</if>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\nor\n[[Step away from the Bartender.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<if $PastorBook is "Not Played">><<set $PastorBook to "Played">><</if>>

Stepping inside, I glance up at the little bell that announced my presence. Looking towards the far side of the room, I can see its owner helping a customer. When she sees you, she gives a little smile before reutrning her attention to the woman directly across from her. The two talk for a few more moments, then the woman picks up a small wooden box with a few food goods in it and starts walking your way.\n\nInstinctively, you reach out to open the door for her. She gives you a soft smile, and a mumbled 'thank you' on her way out the door.\n\n[[Continue.|General Store]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>Entering the shop, I can hear a distant rumble of thunder from somewhere far away heralding my arrival.\n\n//I wonder how long this storm is going to last,// I think idly as my gaze begins to absently drift over the interior of the little shop.\n\n<<else>>There's a soft pitter patter of rain from behind me as the door closes in my wake. \n\nI pause to listen, realizing that the soft sound of rain outside has simply been replaced by a softer sound of rain hitting the ceiling overhead.\n\n<</if>>[[Continue.|General Store]]

Closing the door behind myself, a particularly powerful gust of wind buffers the building. The windows rattle softly, and a creak goes through the heavy rafters overhead.\n\n[[Continue.|General Store]]

Upon entering the store, I can see a woman standing near the front counter. Between her and the shop owner is a tall stack of fabrics in an assortment of colors and patterns.\n\nAccompanying the fabrics is several spools of string and what appears to be a set of needles. //Must be some kind of seamstress. That's enough fabric to make quite a few dresses.// I muse.\n\nAt that moment, the woman wraps the smaller items in a bit of cloth, picks up the pile, and turns toward me.\n\nFor a second she pauses, regarding me through thick round glasses glasses before making a dismissive sound and stepping around me on her way toward the exit.\n\n[[Continue.|General Store]]

A particularly strong gust of wind makes the entire store groan ominously. \n\nSuddenly tense, I look upward, seeking any sign that the building is in danger of falling. \n\nFrom further in the store comes a soft chuckle. I turn toward the sound to see the shop's owner leaning against the counter in a way that puts her large breasts on display. //She has to know how much cleavage she's showing, and how precariously those buttons are holding her blouse closed.// \n\nRealizing that she appears completely unconcerned about the way the building is rocking, I relax only slightly.\n\n[[Continue.|General Store]]

"Mind telling me what you are doing out here on the waterfront today?" I ask, "Seems like you should have your hands full with the Barmaid's Daughter, getting it ready for this evening?"\n\nAaron's expression turns hard, "I'm not sure I like what you're trying to imply here." His voice holds a hint of anger to it, "But if you must know, I take a walk every chance I can when its not raining.\n\nI nod, jotting down a couple of notes in my notepad.\n\n[[You have any idea who she was?]]<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?]]<</if>><<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?]]<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?]]<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?]]<</if>><<if $B1Water is "Played">>\n[[Any idea how long she might have been in the water?]]<</if>>\nor\n[[I'm done talking to Aaron.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

window.getTavernLink = function () {\n\tvar\tchance = random(1, 4);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 1) {\n\t\tpassage = "The Barmaids Daughter";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = commonTavernEvents();\n\t}\n\n\treturn taintLink(passage);\n};

"When I saw you on the waterfront, you seemed uncomfortable around Aaron." I ask carefully.\n\n"Um," Ms Sherwood looks uncomfortable, almost scared, "Its nothing, don't worry yourself over it."<<if $Madness gte 3>>\n\nPart of me wants to rage at her, frighten her and demand answers, but I force back the rising tide of irrational thought that threatens to overwhelm me. \n\nAs it subsides, a sound, not quite a laugh, bubbles up from my throat. Me Sherwood looks at me, clearly concerned, though she does not comment on it.<<elseif $Madness is 2>>\n\nLooking across at Ms Sherwood, it feels as if a woman of her nature in a place like this should posess a halo, or some other form of divine touch that would be visible to anyone looking at her.\n\n//Or has my presence ended such a thing? My merely being her acting to corrupt what little is pure about Wanton Cove?//\n\nThe absurdity of my thoughts threaten to make me laugh, pushing them to the side as I focus back on the task at hand.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>\n\nI look at Ms Sherwood for several seconds, //Can she see that I have changed? That the realization that at least some of what I have seen threatens to consume me with nearly overwhelming dispair?//\n\nShaking my head physically in an attempt to clear it, I focus my thoughts once more.<<else>><<endif>>\n\n<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 10>>"What you say is just between the two of us," I push, "I'm not going to tell him, or anyone else, what you say."\n\nMs Sherwood's gaze meets mine for several long seconds. I start to think I'm not going to get any more out of her, but then she answers, "Aaron isn't the nice man he pretends to be," She says in almost a whisper, her eyes downcast as she speaks. \n\nI wait, expecting her to say more, but she doesn't continue.\n\nSighing inwardly, I decide its best to change the subject for now. <<else>>I consider pushing for more, but I'm afraid I'll rattle her bad enough that I can't learn anything more from her. \n\nInstead, I opt to change the subject instead. <</if>>\n\n[[Did you think of anything you could add about the waterfront?]]\n\n[[What about the man with the limp you mentioned before?]]\n\n[[You said your brother was leaving on the fishing boat?]]\n\n[[Tell me a little about yourself?]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon|Sherwood Pastor Talk]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.]]<</if>>\n\n<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Ms Sherwood what she knows about Azumi.]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[Done asking questions for now.|Ms Sherwood's House]]

My opponent looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nThe interior of the Barmaid's Daughter is louder than normal as patrons cheer and shout happily. All around you, the people seem to back away from you, leaving room for you to fight with your assailant.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, unconscious.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at your opponent.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, unconscious.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with your First Aid Kit, you tend the worst of your wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> You turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tYour opponent slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from your attacker! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou attacker's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou are rendered unconscious. \n\t[[Continue|nexttavern1]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tYour opponent throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou are rendered unconscious. \n\t[[Continue|nexttavern1]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nYour opponent attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tYour assailant disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tYour opponent fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering your opponent, you [[flee from your attacker.|The Barmaids Daughter][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nexttavern]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nexttavern]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: \n\t[[Punch him|TavernFight][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|TavernFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|TavernFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|TavernFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|TavernFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|TavernFight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|TavernFight][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

<<if $DeepCombat is "true">><<if $Taint lte 54>>The Deep One looms over me for several seconds before it lets out a soft hiss. \n\nWith morbid fascination, I watch as the small slit along his skin near his groin spreads, a gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to nearly a foot long. \n\nI tense as the thing moves closer, reaching for me. My fight or flight instinct kicks in, and having just lost the fight, I desperately try to make my escape. I’ve barely moved before its hand grabs my ankle painfully, its talons breaking the skin. With almost casual ease, it picks me up by my ankle.\n\n//How could I have thought I had a chance of winning against this thing?// I think in horror, dangling upside down from its outstretched hand. \n\nAs if sensing my resignation, he drops me. I land shoulder first in the muddy ground before landing on my back.\n\nIts large black eyes focused on me, it moves again, but subtly this time as its fingers wrap around its quivering cock.\n\nAll I can do is watch as it strokes itself, its hand moving in a steady rhythm for only a few seconds before he stiffens. With an inhuman whine, its hips shift right as a thick rope of creamy white cum erupts from the tip of its tapered cock. Whether by design, or sheer coincidence, the Deep One’s load hits me full in the face, most of its seed hitting me right across the lips and nose. I gasp, the taste of its salty seed entering my mouth. My head spins, a tingling sensation crossing my face and mouth wherever the Deep One’s seed touched me. \n\nSputtering, I try to spit the stuff out of my mouth, fighting back a gag as I do so. The creature makes a sound somewhere nearby, and I can hear it moving through the undergrowth away from me, but I’m far too preoccupied with trying to get the worst of its surprisingly sticky seed off of me. I scrape at it with my fingers, trying to scrub it away using water from a muddy puddle.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The Deep One stands, unmoving for several seconds, the wet breathing sounds accompanied by the slow rise and fall of its chest are the only indications that it’s a living thing. \n\nThen it blinks, some kind of thin membrane crossing over its eyes just before the lids close and reopen.\n\nWhen it moves, it is with startling speed. Its hand comes out, shoving me hard. I stumble and fall on my back on the muddy ground. Then, before I can react, it’s on me, holding me down with one hand while tugging at my pants with the other. \n\nI hear something tear, then my pants are pulled painfully past my hips with a savage pull. With little doubt remaining as to what the creature’s intentions are, I thrash wildly, if ineffectively, against it. \n\nIt grabs my cock and balls in one hand, its talons just breaking the skin. My struggles end suddenly as a cry of pain escapes my lips.\n\nThe creature seems to consider for several seconds, then releases my tender nethers. As soon as it does so, it roughly flips me over onto my belly, taking hold of my hip with one clawed hand and shoving me face first into the mud and water beneath me.\n\nSputtering mud and water from my mouth, I can feel the creature moving close behind me. Something slick and slimy brushes across my exposed ass, //No! This can’t be happening!// I fight the urge to scream at the futility of my situation.\n\nThe Deep One is uncaring of my lack of consent to this depraved deed though. The second its tapered penis brushes my anus, it presses forward, spearing my ass on its long cock. \n\nThe sound that I make is a mixture of panic and discomfort, like a wounded animal with no way out. \n\nHolding tightly to me, its talons piercing the flesh of my hips, the creature thrusts into my ass like it’s in a rut, hammering away at my anus with a desperate need.\n\nThen I the Deep One tenses, thrusting deep and holding itself there. A tepid wetness fills my bowels suddenly, seeping into my core. The feeling is strange, like someone expanded a balloon within my bowls. The sensation begins to change, my insides tingling as the fluid seems to soak into my body.\n\nMy anus throbs painfully, raw from the buggering I just received. I have to bite my lip to hold back a whimper.\n\nThe Deep One moves, pulling out quickly and leaving my ass feeling empty, aching to be filled again.\n\n//Do women feel like this when a man pulls out?// The thought is strange enough to distract me from my current situation momentarily.\n\nWhen I finally focus on my surroundings again, I begin to notice that the creature is no longer present, having left me, face down in the mud and grime beneath me.\n\nHesitating, I get unsteadily back to my feet. I watch my surroundings for any sign of the Deep One’s return as I pull my pants back up.\n\n<<else>>Unsteady, I stumble back, falling on my ass in the muddy water beneath me. \n\nThe Deep one stands where it is for a few more seconds. My eyes drifting down its muscular body. I watch as the small slit along his skin near its groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to about a foot long. \n\nMy eyes widen with horror at the size, and the implications of what is about to happen.\n\nBefore I can even begin to scramble away, the creature is on me, tearing at my clothes. I feel my pants come loose, the sound of something tearing as they are yanked down my legs to tangle around my ankles.\n\nI thrash beneath the thing, hammering at its chest with my fists with no visible effect. \n\nThe Deep One’s cold, rubbery cock brushes between my legs. I tense, unable to do anything but watch.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if it’s in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe Deep One pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>The beast ruts at my new cunt with an obsessive need, the force of its thrusts is almost painful.\n\nMercifully, it’s not long before the Deep One shoves forward. I can feel the tip of its tapered cock press hard against my cervix, nestling at the entrance of my innermost place.\n\nIt twitches inside of me, then jerks hard as I feel a lukewarm wetness start to fill me. I want to be repulsed by what is happening, but my own body betrays me as I shudder in orgasm, my pussy pulsating around the invading member inside of me as it tries to milk all of its seed into my womb.\n\nA few seconds later, it withdraws, making my cunt feel empty, aching to be filled again. \n\nI can hear the creature moving behind me, but by the time I regain enough strength to prop myself up, its already gone.\n\nUnsteadily, I stand, pulling my pants back up to where they belong.\n\n<</if>><<if $Mutation gte 9>>Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I smell the salty ocean air, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 8>> Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nIt’s as if the skin of my face suddenly pulls sight, stretching as I feel a sensation just the wrong side of pain. The feeling eases after a few seconds, but then becomes a tickle across the sides of my neck.\n\nI struggle to take a breath, my hands reaching for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. A sudden revelation makes me shiver inside, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nThen the pain returns.\n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>With the Deep One gone, I have the urge to look myself over, clean myself as I look for what new changes will surely happen to my body.\n\nWith a sense of trepidation, I begin to inspect my aching body. Holding up one of my hands, I can see that the webbing between my fingers is both thicker than before and darker in color. My fingernails having become as black at those of the creature that just attacked me. Their ends now come to a sharp point like a talon.\n\nI sigh heavily in resignation. \n\nI’ve only just started to turn in an effort to be on my way when I feel a strange tickle across the sides of my neck. More troubling to me however is the way my face feels stiff and unresponsive.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath before reaching up towards my neck and face. Touching my face, I can feel that everything seems distorted. My eyes seem to dominate my face, my mouth feels far too large, like a gaping maw. I let my tongue brush along my teeth, finding that they are no longer flat and uniform but are instead slightly rounded points.\n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>I make my way towards a nearby puddle filled with some comparatively clean water. I can barely bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach out, cupping a hand full of water.\n\nI shudder as my hand touches my skin, //The texture, it’s not right.// The thought looms large in my mind. Touching my skin with more care, I realized that it has become rough in places, scaly to the touch.\n\nIn a sudden panic, I start to scrub harder at my skin, trying to return it to its original state.\n\nPain erupts across my arm where I am scrubbing, and when I look, I see a trail of blood across my skin. For just a second, I think it’s merely a wound from my recent fight that I had not yet noticed, but when I see my hand, I know that is not the case.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almost transparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me harder than any physical blow.\n\nI struggle to draw breath as panic seizes me. \n\nThen it gets worse.\n\nMy eyes trail up my arms, noticing that the skin now has a rough, almost scaly texture to it.\n\nReaching for the puddle, I start trying to wash myself, to scrub away this change that has become a part of me even though I know deep down that no amount of water or scrubbing will ever wash away what I am becoming.\n\nWhen I get back to my feet several minutes later, I choke back a sob, then pull my jacket tightly around myself, as if somehow the garment might protect me from the reality of what is happening to me.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>A knot starts to form in my stomach as I start to inspect myself. I begin to feel sick to my stomach as I realize that my skin has taken on a distinctly gray green cast. \n\nMy breathing starts to become labored as fear threatens to overwhelm the more rational part of my mind. It doesn’t help when I notice my hands, a thin web of skin connecting each finger like what you would expect to see on a frog. The webbing is so thin that I can actually see through it just a little bit, like it could easily tear if not careful.\n\n//This is a part of me now.// The thought leaves me shaken.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>Moving to a nearby puddle to clean myself. When my fingers touch my face, I begin to notice the changes that have occurred. My face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch. As I explore further, I notice that my eyes feel large on my face, disproportionately so. My lips seem to stretch wider than I remember.\n\nI turn to the puddle, trying to see my reflection in its surface, though that proves difficult in the constantly rippling pool as raindrops strike it. It does however reveal that my skin looks darker than previously. I quickly turn my attention to my arms and hands, noticing that my skin has taken on a gray green shade like an old bruise that hasn’t quite faded to yellow yet.\n\nA shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Sore from my recent fight, I move towards a puddle where I intend to wash the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nStretching out my hand, I stop just short of the water when I notice my fingernails. Slightly longer, and clearly thicker, they have taken on a bit of a gray color. \n\nPutting the thought aside for the moment, I reach for the puddle again, scooping some of the water to wash away the mud and slime covering my body.\n\nMy fingers barely touch my skin before I notice how tight my face feels, faintly rubbery to the touch. \n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\nMy anxiety only increases when I start to notice that other aspects of my face seem different as well. My eyes feel bulbous, too large for my face. My mouth as well feels like it has been stretched across my face.\n\nDark thoughts fill my head as I finish washing myself up.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>When I look down at myself, I notice that my slightly gray skin has started to take on a rough pebbly texture.\n\nWith morbid fascination, I let my fingers brush over the skin. Only to notice that my fingernails look different as well. They have become darker, obviously thicker and just a little longer as well.\n\n//Is this happening because of those abominations? These Deep Ones?// The implications cause me to shiver.\n\n<<else>>My whole body tingles in the wake of the fight. For a few seconds, I think it is just post fight jitters, but then I notice that my skin looks different. \n\n//I’m pale,// I think, //No, that’s not right, my skin has become slightly gray.//\n\nThe thought barely has time to cross my mind before I touch my skin, noticing that the color is not all that has changed. That my skin has taken on a rough pebbly texture as well.\n\nTrying to put what just happened out of my mind, I try to scrub the filth from my body.\n\n<<endif>><<set $DeepCombat to "false">><<else>>\n<<if $random is 1>><<set $Mutation +=1>><<if $Mutation lte 9>><<if $Taint lte 54>>This abomonation kicks me in the ribs as I start to get to my feet. I sprawl sideways into the mud.\n\nI can see this hidious thing looking down at me, prowling around me like a predator looking at prey.\n\nOf all the things I expect to see, from this //thing// just walking away, to it moving in for the killing blow, what it does catches me completely off guard.\n\nI stair dumbfounded as it fishes its cock from its patchwork pants. The thing is long and tapered, its dark gray with a hint of pink along its underside. The thing glistens wetly even fresh from the confines of its pants.\n\nI begin to tense up, prepared to fight the creature if it comes any closer. Instead, it holds its ground, beginning to stroke its length with what appears to be a powerful grip.\n\nIts hand is almost a blur of motion as it quickly jerks itself, its hard shaft quivering as it points straight at me.\n\nFearful that any action I might take will result in the thing attacking me again, I wait, searching for some way to safely escape the situation.\n\nSuddenly, this thing jerks its hips, a long thick stream of white shooting from the tip of its tapered cock with incredible percision. The blast hits me right on the upper lip, just to the left of my nose before crossing my face in a way that leaves my lips coated in this thing's salty seed.\n\nI sputter, trying to spit the stuff from my lips, the taste nearly making me gag.\n\nThe creature makes a sound that might be a laugh, but I'm far too preoccupied with getting its surprisingly sticky seed off of my face. \n\nMy face tingles where this abomonation's seed has touched it, and my hands feel the same as I try to scrape it away with my fingers. Eventually, I think I've cleared the worst of it, using a puddle to wash my face and hands when I'm done.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>This //thing// shoves me down into the mud face first. I come up sputtering mud and water from my lips. It then places a hand on the small of my back, pressing me down to the ground before trying to yank my pants down past my hips.\n\nMy pants catch painfully on my hips, I can hear the material straining against his strength. Pausing, it gives a second yank that finally pulls my pants down my thighs.\n\nStrongly suspecting the creature's motives, I thrash about, trying to free myself of its grip.\n\nMy efforts are rewarded by the creature shoving me violently into the muddy ground.\n\nThe creature pauses, and I'm not sure why. It makes a confused sound, then I feel its cold wet hand grab my cock and balls painfully.\n\nI let out a startled sound, thrashing wildly as I frantically try to escale this perverted thing.\n\nIt makes another sound, shoves me face first into the mud again, then shuffles up behind me. \n\nPure panic fills me when something wet and slimy brushes across my ass. //No, no, no, no!// My mind screams in futility.\n\nThe abomonation is oblivious to my wishes in this matter, and a second later, I feel the tapered end of its slick cock brush between my ass cheeks.\n\nIt thrusts forward, missing its mark and gliding along the crack of my ass. A second later, it tries again, this time sinking its long thin penis deep into my anus. The sound that I make is a mixture of discomfort and horror at what is happening.\n\nHolding tightly to my hips, this vile creature fucks my ass with rapid thrusts for several minutes before suddenly tensing. \n\nThen I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing anus.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it is about to introduce me to, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<else>>Defeated, the creature wastes no time shoving me onto my chest. Pressing me into the muddy ground, he yanks my pants down past my hips painfully to expose my ass to the cool air.\n\nI try to get up, to squirm away from the abomonation, but it takes hold of my hips in a powerful grip that seems to emphasize how soft my physical body has become.\n\nThis thing quickly shuffles in behind me, looming over me as I feel something cool and slick slide across my bottom. \n\nI redouble my efforts to escape as I realize this cold rubbery thing sliding along the crack of my ass is this creature's cock.\n\nMy struggles prove futile.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>I can't help but feel shame as this vile //thing// fucks me like I'm nothing more than a whore to be used.\n\nThis continues for several minutes, the creature shoving me back down into the mud dispassionately any time I try to free myself from its grip, or even move so that my face is not being pressed into the muddy ground.\n\nEventually, the thing rutting at my cunt seems to loose its rhythm, its thrusts becoming irregular. Then I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing pussy.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it will inflict upon me, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<</if>><</if>><<if $Mutation gte 10>>Gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to releave the pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI dont know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, its something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean.\n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, like myself. Most are female, many of them are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me. When I pass a chamber with a pair of females and no sign of a male, I slip inside. Glancing down, I'm idly impressed by the sheer size of my manhood, perhaps a foot long and thick as a bottle of beer.\n\nThe females appear receptive, one of them presenting herself with her dark cleft on full display.\n\nMoving forward, I grab hold of the female, her hand reaching down to guide me to her opening before I thrust into her. \n\nIn the water like this, it takes me a moment to find my rhythm, but once I do, its not long before I spill my seed inside of her.\n\nAs soon as I'm done, the second female coaxes me towards her.\n\n//Duty beckons.//\n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean. \n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, similar to myself. \n\nThe few males I see are powerfully built and in most cases, I can see massive erections jutting out in front of them as they fornicate with the considerably more numerous females. \n\nI feel a growing arousal within me, like a need with no outlet. Its only at this moment that I come to a horrible realization. Unlike the Deep Ones around me, I'm sexless.\n\nOne of the Deep Ones swims towards me, its a male. It looks at me, and I can sense a hint of amusement coming from it at my predicament. \n\nThe despearate sound I make is faint in the water, but it seems to carry all around us.\n\n//What kind of hell is this.// I want to weep, but I am unable to do so. \n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>As we swim, I feel a growing ache in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nPausing, I let my hands stray over my belly, then lower, only to discover that my manhood is gone, replaced with an oh so sensitive slit.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<else>>As we swim, I feel a growing hunger in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void, to //feed// the hunger I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Mutation gte 9>>My skin begins to feel funny, like my face is being stretched in strange ways. A few seconds later, I feel a tickle along the sides of my neck.\n\nI take a deep breath that I let out slowly in a failed attempt to calm my nerves before I reach for my face. Everything I touch feels distored, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revalation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost dont feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>With my assailant gone, I pause, part of me wanting to go clean myself and check for what new horror has befallen my body, part of me wanting to walk away in the hopes of not having to face whatever changes I have experienced this time.\n\nMy morbid curiosity wins out. I begin to inspect my body for new changes, changes that are almost immediately obvious.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>Feeling the need to clean myself after the encounter, I find a puddle with some moderately clean water. I can't bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach for the water, cupping the water as I move to wash myself. \n\nI tremble slightly when my hand touches my body, //the texture, its all wrong// the thought nearly overwhelms me. My skin has taken on several rough patches, scaly to the touch. \n\nIn a moment of panic, I scrub at my skin harder, desperate to scrub my skin to its original state. After several minutes, I finally give up, my skin sore in the places I had tried to wash the scaly texture away and having made no progress in changing what had happened.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almosttransparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me like a physical blow.\n\nFear spikes through me, making it so that I can hardly breathe. I wretch, feeling like I'm about to empty the contents of my stomach, though the action produces nothing. I don't know how long I stare at my hands, unable to fully accept what is happening to me\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>When I begin to clean myself up, I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach as I begin to carefully inspect myself.\n\nEven though I half expect something to have happened to me, I still feel like I'm going to be sick when I realize that my slightly gray skin has become more of a gray green now.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at my hands, my arms, fascenated as much as horrified at this new change I have experienced. Eventually my mind comes back to the present, that this is //my// body experiencing this change. \n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>At a nearby puddle, I start to clean the worst of the filth from my body. As I do so, I begin to notice that my face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch.\n\nTaking a minute to explore my face with my hands, I can feel that my eyes feel different, my mouth wider than I recalled. Quickly turning my attention back to the puddle, the reflection staring back at me has eyes just a little large for the face they are on and a mouth that stretches wider than it should.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>When I start to wipe the worst of the mess from my body, I notice that my fingernails look different. Inspecting further, I notice that they are both thicker than usual and look to be of a gray color.\n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Using a nearby puddle, I spend a couple of minutes washing the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nAs my fingers slide over my skin, I start to notice that in addition to the slight graying of my skin I had noticed previously, my skin has started to take on a rough, almost pebbly texture.\n\n//I need to avoid these //things//, they're doing something to me.// I shudder slightly as I try to consider the implications. Eventually, shaken by the thoughts in my mind, I try to focus my attention elsewhere\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<else>>It takes me a few seconds, but I finally get my pants pulled back up to where they belong. Once done with that, I look for a clean puddle of water to try washing the worst of the mud and grime off of my body.\n\nAs I'm finishing up, I pause, looking at my hands that look paler than usual, with a slight gray tone to the skin. //I guess I'll have to take a proper bath to get the rest of this grime off of my body.// I try desperately to not think about what just happened.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<endif>><<set $Mutation += 1>>\n\n\n<<else>><<if $Taint lte 54>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the rocky ground, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The sounds of the water striking the shore is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//What the fuck does he think// he's //doing?// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He wouldn't have, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My mouth feels a little slimy and tastes faintly of salt. Turning my head to the side, I spit a mouth full of whitish plhegm at the ground beside me before wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve.<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the rocky ground, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nI notice that my pants are pulled low around my waist, as if my assailant had tried to pull them off of me, then gave up. \n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The sounds of the water striking the shore is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//Please don't.// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He did, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My ass hurts slightly, my pants tangled around my ankles. Reaching back, I touch my tender ass, my fingers coming away with what is clearly cum on my fingertips, //What the fuck is wrong with these people?//\n\nPulling my pants back up and securing my belt, I shudder slightly, not entirely from the cold.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>><<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Stepping forward, my assailant grabs hold of a fist full of my hair, throwing me to the ground. \n\nI catch myself on my hands and knees, my whole world tilting wildly as I try to stay upright. A familiar sound, but one I have difficulty placing in my disoriented state, cuts through the soundof my labored breathing. Turning towards the sound, I see my assailant moving towards me, his zipper down as he fishes his big dick out through the hole. //A zipper.// I think with disgust.\n\nThe man grabs a fist full of my hair again, slapping my face hard. Stars burst forth before my eyes, "Bitch needs to learn her place," He growls.\n\nBefore I have time to figure out what he means, I feel his hard cock shove past my lips into my mouth. I gag from the sudden intrusion, his firm grip on my hair keeps me from jerking away from his offending member. The man fucks my face savagely for maybe a dozen thrusts, then shoves me back down into the rocky ground near the docks. \n\nI start trying to get up, but I feel his booted foot placed on my ass, then he pushes hard, sending me sprawling. I'm barely to my hands and knees again before I feel his rough hands on my hips, grabbing my pants and pulling them down almost to my knees with one savage yank.\n\nThe cool air on my ass, and alarmingly wet pussy makes me shiver. A feminine whimper, touched with a hint of fear, escapes my lips. The sound of my own voice, a clear indication of how much I've changed since arriving in Wanton Cove, frightens me almost as much as the realization that I'm about to be raped by this man.\n\nA second pull of my pants pulls them past my knees to tangle around my ankles. Before I can even fully assess my options, I feel both of the man's hands on my hips as he starts to shuffle into place behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\n<<endif>>Within moments, the man's thrusting rhythmically into my pussy, the wet sounds filling me with embarrassment as I realize much of it is from the wetness of my own arousal.\n\nIts not long before my own hips are thrusting back to meet his own. The satisfied groan that escapes his lips only serves to make me blush crimson, his own thrusts starting to come quicker.\n\nI can feel a pressure starting to build within me, my pussy's rough fucking sending waves of pleasure through me.\n\nThe man thrusts forward suddenly, holding himself deep within my depths, his cock pressing firmly against my cervix. His cock pulses within me, hot cum exploding against my cerivix in jet after jet of his seed.\n\nMy own pussy convulses, like a massive wave crashing against the shore, the walls of my pussy milking his tool of his cum.\n\nThe man withdraws slowly, I can feel a trickle of his cum slip from my pussy to run slowly down my thigh.\n\nBreathing heavily, I lay face down on the cold, rocky ground, my ass up in the air. Behind me, I can hear the man zip his pants back up, then a satisfied chuckle from him before his footsteps retreat into the distance.\n\nBarely fighting back a sob, I spend a few seconds cleaning myself up, then quickly dress myself.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>The man steps towards me in a swift motion, like a cobra striking. His fist flashes out, catching me in the stomach, the air in my lungs expells violently, leaving me gasping to regain my breath. \n\nMy assailant wastes no time in shoving me down on my back on the cold, rocky ground. With a ferral grin, he pounces on me, one of his hands going around my throat while the other goes to the front of my pants, working to free me of my belt and pants. \n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 7>>Batting and clawing futilely at the arm holding my throat and thrashing wildly beneath him, the man barely acknowledges that I'm trying to break free of his grip.\n\nTugging at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<set $Taint += 4>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 12>>Clawing and batting at the arm around my throat, my efforts are rewarded with a backhand to my face that leaves me seeing stars. \n\nWith his grip firmer than before, I have small satisfaction at the sight of blood trickling down his arm where my fingernails have gouged deep scratches in the flesh of his arm.\n\nTugging once more at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<set $Taint += 4>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) gte 13>>Struggling beneath him, I dig my fingernails deep into the flesh of the man's wrist, probing for the nerve I know is there.\n\nThe man lets out an angry hiss as his grip loosens. Taking advantage of his distraction, I drive my knee up between his legs with enough force to knock him off of me. \n<</if>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Wish a firm push, the man send me sprawling across the rocking ground near the docks.\n\nI barely manage to get to my hands and knees as I try to stand back up when his boot catches me in the ribs. I gasp for breath, the sound a rasping groan as I curl in on myself, my arms protectively over my middle.\n\nA moment later, the man is on me, his hands pulling at my pants. I curl into a tighter ball, trying to make it more difficult to remove my pants, but the errort proves futile. The man half picks me up with the next pull, I think I hear something start to tear, then my pants pull free suddenly, reaching my knees before they catch again.\n\nThe man places a dirty boot on my ass as he pulls one more time, my pants passing my knees to tangle around my ankles.\n\nThe man's caloused hands grip my hips, pulling me to my hands and knees.\n\n//Crack!// His hand strikes my ass with a sound that seems to carry into the distance. A soft chuckle escapes his lips, one of his hands sliding between my legs to brush my moist slit.\n\n"All ready then," The man growls, obviously pleased at my wetness. \n\nThen I feel the man moving behind me, spreading my legs as much as the tangled pants around my ankles will allow as he moves into position behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.<</if>>\n\nA few more thrusts and my body begins to respond on its own. I try desperately to ignore the pleasure, but it only takes a little while before I can feel my body building towards a powerful orgasm.\n\nThe man's cock inside of me glides in and out like a well oiled piston, sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel his pace becoming erratic, his thrusts becoming more insistant as he begins to near his peak.\n\nMy entire body tenses and trembles as my orgasm crashes over me like a massive wave. Behind me, the man holds onto my hips, hilting his throbbing cock deep inside of me.\n\nWith my pussy quivering around the cock probing my womb, I feel the man's penis pulse and jerk inside of me, filling me with a warmth that seems to seep into my soul.\n\nUncerimoniously, the man pulls out, I can feel his cum dribbling down the inside of my thigh.\n\nThe man pulls his pants up, already walking away without so much as a glance back at me.<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><</if>><<set $CharHP = 1>>\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<</if>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n

The moment I am through the door, I realize that there's something different from my previous visit. Azumi is nowhere to be seen.\n\nI feel a sudden chill, worried about where she might have gone.\n\nMy gaze sweeps the room for any sign of her. It's not until my eyes reach the wall just a few feet from myself that I see her.\n\nShe's standing almost perfectly still, a burning hunger in her eyes as she looks at me. I can see the tension in her as she struggles to remain still.\n\nI allow my eyes to drift over her body, starting with her eyes then moving lower until they fall on her rigid cock, seeing her member bouncing subtly with her heartbeat.\n\nThere's a tremor in her voice when she speaks, "Forgive me," The moment the words leave her lips, a sad look crosses her features as she springs.\n\nShe tackles me, slamming me to the floor with enough force to drive the air from my lings in a rush. \n\nI gasp, trying to force air back into my lungs, "I //need// it," She whimpers as she tears at my clothes. When I meet her eyes, she looks like a junkie who is in desperate need of a fix.\n\nShe tugs at my pants, trying to free me of them. When they catch at my hips, she cries out, the sound she makes is a cross between frustration and raw need. Her hips buck of their own accord, like instinct is overwhelming everything else. \n\n"You don't have to do this," I'm surprised at how steady my voice it when I say it, but even so I can see in her eyes that she isn't even hearing my words anymore.\n\nShe half stands when my pants reach my knees, adding leverage to her next tug that somehow manages to pull one of my boots free and leaves my pants tangled around one ankle.\n\nThere's a moment's pause as she looks down at me. Hunger seems to war with affection in her eyes. Absently, she strokes herself with one hand. Her penis is hard, veins sticking out along it's length and a single bead of precum glistening at the tip.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>"Fuck me?" There's desperation in her voice as she crawls on top of me, pinning my legs beneath herself as she sits on my thighs. Her hand stroking herself guides her cock toward me, using her own member to rub against mine.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood makes me blanch. My own penis refuses to harden at her attentions.\n\nShe seems to notice my revulsion and I can see just a little despair on her eyes. Quickly, she turns, showing me her perfect ass and leaning forward just far enough to reveal her visibly wet pussy. Pushing back, she presses herself against my cock, the sticky wetness of her pussy smearing across my manhood.\n\nWhat can I say, I'm a man. It doesn't matter what she's got hanging in the front, with a perfect and willing pussy on full display, my penis quickly forgets any earlier misgivings and starts to harden.\n\nAs she pushes back, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pushes forward again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder at me. I can see a hint of sadness in her eyes, but just behind that the hunger remains. She bites her lip as she begins to rock her hips. When I offer no resistance, and I moan softly in pleasure, a little smile blossoms on her lips.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. \n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time sometime warm and wet splashes across my legs as her balls empty their contents through her throbbing cock.\n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAt some point, Azumi must have turned around, her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately.\n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nUnsure of what to say, I give her a little squeeze and hold her for a bit longer.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before anything else can happen.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood makes me hesitate. My own penis is slow to harden at her attentions.\n\nShe seems to notice my hesitation and I can see just a little sadness on her eyes. Quickly, she turns, showing me her perfect ass and leaning forward just far enough to reveal her visibly wet pussy. Pushing back, she presses herself against my cock, the sticky wetness of her pussy smearing across my manhood.\n\nWhat can I say, I'm a man. It doesn't matter what she's got hanging in the front, with a perfect and willing pussy on full display, my penis forgets any earlier misgivings and quickly finishes hardening.\n\nAs she pushes back, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pushes forward again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder at me. The sadness in her eyes remains, but just behind that the hunger is nearly a physical presence. She bites her lip as she begins to rock her hips. When I offer no resistance, and I moan softly in pleasure, a little smile blossoms on her lips.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. \n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time sometime warm and wet splashes across my legs as her balls empty their contents through her throbbing cock.\n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAt some point, Azumi must have turned around, her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately.\n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nUnsure of what to say, I give her a little squeeze and hold her for a bit longer.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\n//I was just raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver of arousal through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before anything else can happen.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>The sight of a cock, especially one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood arouses me far more than I care to admit. My own penis is quick to harden at her attentions.\n\nThere's a faint smile on her face, nearly lost in the lust that dominates her expression. Leaning back, she lifts her balls and holds her penis off to one side, revealing her pussy, glistening with her juices. My cock throbs with need. Azumi scoots forward, rocking her hips just hard enough to smear her pussy juice across my cock.\n\nI can already see a bead of precum forming at the tip of my own cock.\n\nAs she slides forward again, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pulls back again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks me right in the eyes as she begins to ride me. I'm not even sure where I should be looking. My eyes seem to drift between her eyes, her gently bouncing breasts, and her cock bobbing between us.\n\nWith one hand, she reaches for her penis, wrapping her delicate fingers around the thick shaft before starting to stroke herself in time with the movements of her hips.\n\nShe bites her lip as she watches my expression. The action does little to hide her smile.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. The hand on her cock begins to move rapidly, no longer in sequence with her other movements.\n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time a geyser of cum flies from her cock. She lets go of her cock right as the first stream of seed flies from the tip, the long white rope firing clear over my heat. The second blast comes as her her impressive shaft is pointed downward, spraying across my chest and belly. \n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nHer cock bounces with the force of her third jet of cum, this one spraying a long rope of white across my chest and face.\n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAs my mind begins to clear again, I can feel her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately. \n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nI don't know what to say to that, so instead, I draw her into a kiss that lingers. When I finally break the kiss, she lets out a contented sigh.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\n//I was just raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver of arousal through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before O can be drawn back in.\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Taint lte 54>>"Fuck me?" There's desperation in her voice as she crawls on top of me, pinning my legs beneath herself as she sits on my thighs. Her hand stroking herself guides her cock toward me, using her own member to rub against mine.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood makes me blanch. My own diminished penis refuses to harden at her attentions.\n\nShe seems to notice my revulsion and I can see just a little despair on her eyes. Quickly, she turns, showing me her perfect ass and leaning forward just far enough to reveal her visibly wet pussy. Pushing back, she presses herself against my cock, the sticky wetness of her pussy smearing across my manhood.\n\n//With as big as she is, and how much my own has shrunk, . . . // The thought has a bit of a sobering effect on me.\n\nBut in the end it doesn't matter what she's got hanging in the front, with a perfect and willing pussy on full display, my penis quickly forgets any earlier misgivings and starts to harden.\n\nAs she pushes back, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pushes forward again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder at me. I can see a hint of sadness in her eyes, but just behind that the hunger remains. She bites her lip as she begins to rock her hips. When I offer no resistance, and I moan softly in pleasure, a little smile blossoms on her lips.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. \n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time sometime warm and wet splashes across my legs as her balls empty their contents through her throbbing cock.\n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my undersized cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAt some point, Azumi must have turned around, her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately.\n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nUnsure of what to say, I give her a little squeeze and hold her for a bit longer.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before anything else can happen.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own diminished manhood makes me hesitate. My own penis is slow to harden at her attentions.\n\nShe seems to notice my hesitation and I can see just a little sadness on her eyes. Quickly, she turns, showing me her perfect ass and leaning forward just far enough to reveal her visibly wet pussy. Pushing back, she presses herself against my cock, the sticky wetness of her pussy smearing across my manhood.\n\n//With as big as she is, and how much my own has shrunk, . . . // The thought has a bit of a sobering effect on me.\n\nBut in the end it doesn't matter what she's got hanging in the front, with a perfect and willing pussy on full display, my undersized penis forgets any earlier misgivings and quickly finishes hardening.\n\nAs she pushes back, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my penis to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pushes forward again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder at me. The sadness in her eyes remains, but just behind that the hunger is nearly a physical presence. She bites her lip as she begins to rock her hips. When I offer no resistance, and I moan softly in pleasure, a little smile blossoms on her lips.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. \n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my little cock, drenching my groin. At the same time sometime warm and wet splashes across my legs as her balls empty their contents through her throbbing cock.\n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAt some point, Azumi must have turned around, her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately.\n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nUnsure of what to say, I give her a little squeeze and hold her for a bit longer.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\n//I was just raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver of arousal through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before anything else can happen.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>The sight of a cock, especially one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood arouses me far more than I care to admit. My own little penis is quick to harden at her attentions.\n\nThere's a faint smile on her face, nearly lost in the lust that dominates her expression. Leaning back, she lifts her balls and holds her penis off to one side, revealing her pussy, glistening with her juices. My cock throbs with need. Azumi scoots forward, rocking her hips just hard enough to smear her pussy juice across my cock.\n\nI can already see a bead of precum forming at the tip of my own undersized cock.\n\nAs she slides forward again, I can feel my undersized cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pulls back again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks me right in the eyes as she begins to ride me. I'm not even sure where I should be looking. My eyes seem to drift between her eyes, her gently bouncing breasts, and her cock bobbing between us.\n\nWith one hand, she reaches for her penis, wrapping her delicate fingers around the thick shaft before starting to stroke herself in time with the movements of her hips.\n\nShe bites her lip as she watches my expression. The action does little to hide her smile.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. The hand on her cock begins to move rapidly, no longer in sequence with her other movements.\n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time a geyser of cum flies from her cock. She lets go of her cock right as the first stream of seed flies from the tip, the long white rope firing clear over my heat. The second blast comes as her her impressive shaft is pointed downward, spraying across my chest and belly. \n\nIt's all too much for me. My own diminished cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm.\n\nHer cock bounces with the force of her third jet of cum, this one spraying a long rope of white across my chest and face.\n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths.\n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAs my mind begins to clear again, I can feel her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest.\n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately. \n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nI don't know what to say to that, so instead, I draw her into a kiss that lingers. When I finally break the kiss, she lets out a contented sigh.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\n//I was just raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver of arousal through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before O can be drawn back in.\n\n<<endif>>When I close the door behind myself, I double check that its locked before returning to Mr Morichi.\n\nEntering Mr Morichi's little sitting room, I sit the key on the table beside his tea. For a second, he looks like he's going to say, or more likely, ask me something, but instead he simply picks the key up and slips it back into his pocket. \n\nSeeing him turn his attention back to the view outside the window, I take that as invitation to [[sit with him again.|I step into the small room beyond.]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>"Fuck me?" There's desperation in her voice as she crawls on top of me, pinning my legs beneath herself as she sits on my thighs. Her hand stroking herself guides her cock toward me, using her own member to rub against mine.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood leaves me feeling rattled. Her monstrous cock compared to my tiny one, pushes home just how much I have lost since my arrival in Wanton Cove.\n\nWhen my manhood, if you can even call it that, refuses to harden, a look of dispair crosses Azumi's features. She stops what she is doing, tears welling in her eyes as she looks at me.\n\n"Please?" Her voice is a whimper.\n\nI don't reply. Affection for her warring with the reality of my situation leaves me unsure of what to say, or even do at a moment like this.\n\n"Out! Get out!" Azumi screams suddenly. With her hands, she covers herself in a gesture of modesty that surprises me after seeing how casual she is with her own nudity.\n\n"I,-" I've barely started to speak before she cuts me off again.\n\n"Just go, please." By now, the tears fall freely from her eyes, tracing glistening tracks of wetness across her cheeks.\n\nSuddenly reluctant to leave, I redress myself and walk toward where Azumi is huddled in the corner of her room. She I draw near, she seems to pull herself tighter into the corner as if she is trying to disappear from my sight.\n\n"Azumi," I say softly, trying to get her to acknowledge me.\n\n"I hate you," She says, the tears clear in her voice.\n\nThe words hurt me more than I care to admit, especially coming from someone I have only recently met, "No you don't."\n\n"I //need// it," She whines. I don't even know that she realizes she is absently stroking her manhood, "I hate you," She adds, saying those painful words again.\n\nClosing my eyes for a second, I gather my wits and kneel in front of her, reaching out to pull her into a gentle embrace.\n\nHer entire body begins to tremble, shaking as she sobs loudly. Through it all, she mumbles, "I love you, no one else is so kind to me, everyone, even my father is scared of me. I want you to love me like I love you," I'm not sure if she's saying the words to me, or to herself, either way, I have to struggle to make out what she is saying.\n\nTurning my head, I kiss her lightly on the cheek. I can taste the salt of her tears against my lips.\n\nWhen my eyes meet hers again, the earlier hunger has returned. My mind returns to how she jumped me when I entered her room. \n\n"Go," She says, her voice firmer than before.\n\nI sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes, "Ok, but I'll visit again soon."\n\n//She just tried to rape me, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nAzumi nods almost imperceptibly.\n\nWith no words left to say, I step back and head for the door of her room. At the door, I glance back, seeing her watching me, her hand sliding up and down her shaft as she strokes herself.\n\nOpening the door, I step through it.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood makes me feel hesitant. Her monstrous cock compared to my tiny one, pushes home just how much I have lost since my arrival in Wanton Cove.\n\nNoticing that my penis is barely hardening, she moves down my body, giving me a mischievous smile before leaning forward and kissing what is left of my manhood.\n\nIn the position she has taken, I can no longer see her cock, only her breasts, and her stunningly beautiful face. \n\nThe remnants of my manhood respond as any man would. \n\nHer smile grows as I finally stiffen, and her lips wrap around me, engulfing my tiny member with ease. Her tongue circles my penis, twirling around it and lapping at it like it's a delicacy she simply can not get enough of it.\n\nI barely even notice when one of her hands reaches between her own legs and starts to stroke her massive shaft in time with the movements of her tongue.\n\nClosing my eyes, I focus on the sensations, enjoying the way her lips play along my short shaft, the way her tongue slides across the sensitive head of my penis. It's not long before I can feel myself nearing orgasm, the pressure building inside of me as I prepare to cum.\n\nI can feel her smile around my manhood right before I throb, spraying a dribble of cum across her tongue. She sucks at me harder, as if trying to coax a bit more of my seed onto her tongue before swallowing. \n\nShe releases my member with an audible 'pop!' before climbing up my body. I meet her kiss willingly, but then hesitate when I taste the salty taste of my own cum on her tongue. She breaks the kiss, then kisses me lightly on the lips before pulling back.\n\nStill laying on my back on the floor, I watch as she sits on her heels and begins to stroke herself. Her eyes never leave my own as she strokes, her cock drooling just a tiny bit of precum onto my belly as she does so. \n\nIt's not long before her hips buck, a large load of her cum splattering across one side of my face and in my hair. A second blast catches me across the face, neck, and chest. After several more throbs, my face, chest, and belly are a sticky mess.\n\nAzumi crawls back slightly, then leans forward. Her tongue darts out to lick at her own cum, licking and slurping it up as she goes. \n\nI can't help but stare at her bizarre display of depravity, watching her clean first my belly, then chest as she works her way upward. By the time I feel her tongue slide across my cheek, my little cock is already hard again.\n\nMy mood sobers significantly however when I feel her penis brush the inside of my thigh.\n\nWhen her lips touch my own, I can taste the salty taste of her cum. The scent and taste is heady, making my head swim with arousal.\n\nShe smiles faintly as she breaks the kiss, slipping off of me in a slow motion that reminds me of a cat stretching.\n\nFor a minute, I just sit there, catching my breath and thinking about what just happened. //If I stay much longer, I'm going to get swept up in this all over again.//\n\nWith that thought foremost in my mind, I begin to dress myself again. Azumi withdraws to her bed, watching me. By the time I've pulled my pants up past my knees, she's gently stroking herself to the sight of me.\n\n//I was just effectively raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nI utter a soft goodbye, then head for the door of her room.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>The sight of a cock, especially one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own minuscule manhood is enough to quicken my pulse and drives my member to full hardness in seconds. Her monstrous cock compared to my tiny one, pushes home just how much I have lost since my arrival in Wanton Cove.\n\nI barely care however. My own arousal seems to rival her own as I reach out, taking hold of her cock and beginning to stroke it for her. I marvel at it's heft and girth in my hand. The heat of her member sends a shiver of arousal through me.\n\nHer eyes meet my own with an intensity that seems to bore into my soul. She never breaks eye contact as she pushes my legs up, revealing my ass to her. \n\nI feel momentarily worried at the implications as she brushes the tip of her cock against my back door. Her precum leaves a slimy trail between my ass cheeks. Pulling back, she spits into her palm, then smears her saliva on the head of her cock before moving forward again. This time when I feel the head of her cock touch my back door, she presses forward with surprising gentleness. I try to relax, but she's so big that it's difficult not to clench in anticipation of the invasion I know is about to happen.\n\nAt first, it's just a growing pressure against my anus, then a spreading sensation as she finally begins to slip inside. Suddenly I feel the head of her cock pop inside of me, the pressure against my back door gone in an instant only to be replaced by the feeling of my ass being stretched around her thick rod. \n\nThe pressure returns again as she starts to push forward, but instead of becoming an uncomfortable pressure, it instead becomes a growing feeling of fullness.\n\nShe's not even a third of the way inside of me before she seems to bottom out. Then without hesitating she begins to move her hips, fucking my ass with gentle little thrusts. \n\nI look down, watching part of her massive tool vanish between my legs with every thrust. My tiny cock flopping around, looking pathetic as it dribbles sticky strands of precum all over itself.\n\nFor several minutes she fucks me gently, my soft moans, more feminine than I care to admit to myself, fills the air around us. \n\nSomewhere deep in my core, I feel a pressure building. Like the need to cum, but different. I cry out as my little cock jerks, sending a dribble of cum from it's tip, at the same time I can feel Azumi's cock throb and swell in my ass. When my cock throbs a second time, barely a drop of cum slips from the tip. There's a rush of warmth deep inside of me accompanied by a bloating sensation in my bowels. It's enough to make my tiny penis jerk one more time causing a dribble of cum to slide down my length to puddle around the base of my cocklet.\n\nAzumi leans forward, nuzzling my face before kissing me lightly on the corner of my lips. When she pulls back, her cock slips from my ass, leaving me feeling suddenly empty.\n\nFor several minutes, I just lay there on the ground, feeling my own cum cool on my skin while hers slowly settles inside of me. I'm unsteady as I start to get up.\n\nI can see Azumi watching me, an increasingly hungry look in her eyes and her cock at full mast. //The girl is insatiable,// I think to myself in surprise.\n\nStarting to pull my clothes back in place, I can see Azumi move to the bed out of the corner of my eye. Her eyes never leave me as she begins to stroke her shaft as she watches me.\n\n//I was just effectively raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nI utter a soft goodbye, then head for the door of her room.\n\n<<endif>><<else>>"Let me fuck you?" There's desperation in her voice as she crawls on top of me, pinning my legs beneath herself as she sits on my thighs. Her hand stroking herself guides her cock toward me, using the tip of her penis to rub up and down my slit.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The realization of the situation I find myself in frightens me. I struggle, but she incredibly strong for her size and has little trouble holding me in place.\n\nShe stops suddenly, looking me in the eyes and I can see something haunted behind the lust. Her eyes start to moisten with unshed tears.\n\n//She's realizing that I don't want this.// I realize.\n\n"Please?" Her voice is a whimper.\n\nI don't reply. Affection for her warring with the reality of my situation leaves me unsure of what to say, or even do at a moment like this.\n\n"Out! Get out!" Azumi screams suddenly, springing away from me like she's horrified that she even touched me. With her hands, she covers herself in a gesture of modesty that surprises me after seeing how casual she is with her own nudity.\n\n"I,-" I've barely started to speak before she cuts me off again.\n\n"Just go, please." By now, the tears fall freely from her eyes, tracing glistening tracks of wetness across her cheeks.\n\nSuddenly reluctant to leave, I redress myself and walk toward where Azumi is huddled in the corner of her room. She I draw near, she seems to pull herself tighter into the corner as if she is trying to disappear from my sight.\n\n"Azumi," I say softly, trying to get her to acknowledge me.\n\n"I hate you," She says, the tears clear in her voice.\n\nThe words hurt me more than I care to admit, especially coming from someone I have only recently met, "No you don't."\n\n"I //need// it," She whines. I don't even know that she realizes she is absently stroking her manhood, "I hate you," She adds, saying those painful words again.\n\nClosing my eyes for a second, I gather my wits and kneel in front of her, reaching out to pull her into a gentle embrace.\n\nHer entire body begins to tremble, shaking as she sobs loudly. Through it all, she mumbles, "I love you, no one else is so kind to me, everyone, even my father is scared of me. I want you to love me like I love you," I'm not sure if she's saying the words to me, or to herself, either way, I have to struggle to make out what she is saying.\n\nTurning my head, I kiss her lightly on the cheek. I can taste the salt of her tears against my lips.\n\nWhen my eyes meet hers again, the earlier hunger has returned. My mind returns to how she jumped me when I entered her room. \n\n"Go," She says, her voice firmer than before.\n\nI sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes, "Ok, but I'll visit again soon."\n\n//She just tried to rape me, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nAzumi nods almost imperceptibly.\n\nWith no words left to say, I step back and head for the door of her room. At the door, I glance back, seeing her watching me, her hand sliding up and down her shaft as she strokes herself.\n\nOpening the door, I step through it.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>The realization of the situation I find myself in startles me. I struggle, but my heart really isn't in it.\n\nAzumi looks down at me for several seconds, then starts to kiss me, her lips soft against my own, but the intensity clearly states her ravenous need.\n\nWhen she starts to part my legs, I offer no resistance. Instead, I look down, my eyes wide as I see her massive cock poised between my legs.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>She reaches down to take hold of her impressive tool, rubbing the tip across my slit. \n\n//It's never going to fit,// I think, worried. \n\nThen a second though comes unbidden, //I'd have never guessed I would loose my virginity to a girl,// The thought only seems to moisten my surprisingly wet pussy even more.\n\nWhen she finds my opening, I can feel her starting to press inside. My nether lips part, spreading around the crown of her cock. The head slips inside to fill me with a sense of being stretched. The sensation is uncomfortable but not painful, and it quickly begins to pass as my new pussy adjusts to her size. \n\nI have just enough time to be thankful for how gentle she's being before she lunges forward, spearing me with her cock in a motion that buries half her length inside of me. There's a flash of pain that takes my breath away and causes my body to tense up, but just like the pressure before, the sensation begins to fade after a few seconds.\n\nAzumi looks down at me, her eyes locked on my own. I can see in her eyes that it's a struggle for her to show such restraint, to wait until the pain of having my hymen torn passes before starting to fuck me.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>She guides her impressive tool to my waiting pussy, rubbing it up and down my already wet slit.\n\n//It's huge,// I think to myself, my stomach tightening with arousal as I anticipate her entering me. \n\nWhen she finds my opening, I can feel her starting to press inside. My nether lips part, spreading around the crown of her cock. The head slips inside to fill me with a sense of being stretched, my pussy quivering at the thought of the rest of her penis slipping inside of me.\n\nI have just enough time to really savor the feeling of her tip inside of me before she lunges forward, spearing me with her cock in a motion that buries half her length inside of me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my hips moving in an effort to feel every bit of her that is inside of me. Her cock feels slick with my juices and moves easily inside my pussy.\n\nAzumi looks down at me, her eyes locked on my own as she starts to move.\n\n<</if>>I moan as I feel her cock moving inside of me. My pussy is wet enough that her hard tool glides in and out of me with ease, and every vein and ridge of her penis brings me bliss.\n\nIt's not long before the wet sounds of our hips meeting fill the room as she thrusts her hips in an ever increasing rhythm.\n\nMy body begins to thrash under her as a powerful orgasm overtakes me. I can feel my pussy quivering around her cock.\n\nShe moans in pleasure at the sensation, but never even breaks stride. She continues to fuck me with passion, every thrust seeming to come just a little quicker than the next.\n\nMy pussy clamps down, pulsating as if it is trying to milk the cum from her balls. Azumi lets out a loud groan, and just a second later I feel her cock jerk inside of me. Pulse after pulse her cock throbs, filling my core with a liquid warmth.\n\nFor a minute, I just lay on me back, feeling Azumi's penis slowly softening inside of me. It's only about half soft when she finally slips free of my hole, leaving me feeling empty inside.\n\nA sheepish grin forms on Azumi's lips as she leans back. I can't help but smile back slightly in spite of my thoughts being on my freshly used pussy and the pounding it just received.\n\n//I was just effectively raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nI'm unsteady as I get to my feet, and once I'm standing I start to dress myself once more.\n\nNearby, I can see Azumi watching my every movement, one hand absently stroking her hardening cock the whole time.\n\n//If I don't get moving, I'm going to get pulled right back into this,// I realize. \n\nI mutter a quick goodbye and head for the door of her room.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>The realization of the situation I find myself in arouses me. I don't even try to struggle as she pins me to the ground.\n\nAzumi looks down at me for several seconds, then starts to kiss me, her lips soft against my own, but the intensity clearly states her ravenous need.\n\nBefore she can move my legs, to spread my thighs, I eagerly spread them for her. My pussy is clearly wet, glistening in anticipation of what is about to come. The smell of my arousal is thick in the air as she moves to position herself between my legs.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>She reaches down to take hold of her impressive tool, rubbing the tip across my slit. \n\n//I hope it can fit,// I think, my arousal an almost physical presence. \n\nThen a second though comes unbidden, //I'd have never guessed I would loose my virginity to a girl,// The thought only seems to moisten my surprisingly wet pussy even more.\n\nWhen she finds my opening, I can feel her starting to press inside. My nether lips part, spreading around the crown of her cock. The head slips inside to fill me with a sense of being stretched. The sensation is uncomfortable but not painful, and it quickly begins to pass as my new pussy adjusts to her size. \n\nI have just enough time to be thankful for how gentle she's being before she lunges forward, spearing me with her cock in a motion that buries half her length inside of me. There's a flash of pain that takes my breath away and causes my body to tense up, but just like the pressure before, the sensation begins to fade after a few seconds.\n\nAzumi looks down at me, her eyes locked on my own. I can see in her eyes that it's a struggle for her to show such restraint, to wait until the pain of having my hymen torn passes before starting to fuck me.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>She guides her impressive tool to my waiting pussy, rubbing it up and down my already wet slit.\n\n//It's huge,// I think to myself, my stomach tightening with arousal as I anticipate her entering me. \n\nWhen she finds my opening, I can feel her starting to press inside. My nether lips part, spreading around the crown of her cock. The head slips inside to fill me with a sense of being stretched, my pussy quivering at the thought of the rest of her penis slipping inside of me.\n\nI have just enough time to really savor the feeling of her tip inside of me before she lunges forward, spearing me with her cock in a motion that buries half her length inside of me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my hips moving in an effort to feel every bit of her that is inside of me. Her cock feels slick with my juices and moves easily inside my pussy.\n\nAzumi looks down at me, her eyes locked on my own as she starts to move.\n\n<</if>>My wrapping my legs around her, pulling her deeper inside of me, is all the encouragement she seens to need.\n\nI moan as she starts to move, her large cock moving inside of me. My pussy is wet enough that her hard tool glides in and out of me with ease, and every vein and ridge of her penis brings me bliss.\n\nIt's not long before the wet sounds of our hips meeting fill the room as she thrusts her hips in an ever increasing rhythm.\n\nMy body begins to thrash under her as a powerful orgasm overtakes me. I can feel my pussy quivering around her cock.\n\nShe moans in pleasure at the sensation, but never even breaks stride. She continues to fuck me with passion, every thrust seeming to come just a little quicker than the next.\n\nMy pussy clamps down, pulsating as if it is trying to milk the cum from her balls. Azumi lets out a loud groan, and just a second later I feel her cock jerk inside of me. Pulse after pulse her cock throbs, filling my core with a liquid warmth.\n\nFor a minute, I just lay on me back, feeling Azumi's penis slowly softening inside of me. It's only about half soft when she finally slips free of my hole, leaving me feeling empty inside.\n\nA sheepish grin forms on Azumi's lips as she leans back. I can't help but smile back slightly in spite of my thoughts being on my freshly used pussy and the pounding it just received.\n\n//I was just effectively raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nI'm unsteady as I get to my feet, and once I'm standing I start to dress myself once more.\n\nNearby, I can see Azumi watching my every movement, one hand absently stroking her hardening cock the whole time.\n\n//If I don't get moving, I'm going to get pulled right back into this,// I realize. //But that wouldn't be so bad, would it?// The final thought lingers in my mind.\n\nI mutter a quick goodbye and head for the door of her room.\n\n<<endif>><</if>>When I close the door behind myself, I double check that its locked before returning to Mr Morichi.\n\nEntering Mr Morichi's little sitting room, I sit the key on the table beside his tea. For a second, he looks like he's going to say, or more likely, ask me something, but instead he simply picks the key up and slips it back into his pocket. \n\nSeeing him turn his attention back to the view outside the window, I take that as invitation to [[sit with him again.|I step into the small room beyond.]]

"Sure thing," Phil says as he leans back against a piece of machinery, "I tend to stick to myself, but if I can answer your questions, I'll be happy to do so," <<if $Madness gte 2>>//Will you really?// <<endif>>Waiting for your questions, he crosses his burly arms over his bare chest, seemingly oblivious to the sweat and sawdust that combine to make his harry chest a tangled mess. <<if $Mutation gte 4>>I can see his eyes drifting over me, seeming to catalog my changes, though he does not say anything about them. I'm unsure if his lack of comment is because he is trying to be polite, or if he simply doesn't want to talk about it though.<</if>>\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask Phil about Tom.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Phil about Wanton Cove.]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the White Goo.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>>\n[[Ask Phil about your physical changes.|Ask Phil about your transformation.]]<<endif>><<if $DOneSighting is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the creatures you've seen in the water.]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>[[Ask Phil about the Ruins.]]\n\n<</if>>\nor\n[[Nevermind. Exit the Shipbuilder's Shack.|Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]

A faint smile touches my lips as I step into the room, closing the door behind myself.\n\n//This looks like this could be fun,// I think, my footsteps taking me towrads the bed. In my pants, I can feel my cock growing to full hardness.\n\nReaching for my belt, I begin to unclasp it. Both the man and the woman eagerly watch my movements.\n\n[[Make her suck my cock.]]\n[[Eat her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her pussy.]]\n[[Fuck her ass.]]\n[[Sixty-nine her.]]\n<<if $Depravity gte 10>>[[Suck her juices off his cock.]]<<endif>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter = random(0, 2)>>\n<<if $Depravity lte 8>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>>

Scooting myself up to the table does me little good. With a playful smile, she slips under the table. Its only a moment before I feel her hands touch my thighs, drifting towards my crotch.\n\n[[Let her continue.|TavernSuck1a]]\nor\nGet up and try to [[disappear into the crowd.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

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window.commonParkEvents = function () {\n\tvar chance = random(1, 38);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 2) {\n\t\tpassage = "Murder of Crows";\n\t} else if (chance <= 5) {\n\t\tpassage = "Chill Wind";\n\t} else if (chance <= 11) {\n\t\tpassage = "Light Rain Park";\n\t} else if (chance <= 14) {\n\t\tpassage = "Torrent Park";\n\t} else if (chance <= 17) {\n\t\tpassage = "ParkDamp";\n\t} else if (chance <= 18) {\n\t\tpassage = "SunPark";\n\t} else if (chance <= 20) {\n\t\tpassage = "SlowRainPark";\n\t} else if (chance <= 22) {\n\t\tpassage = "ParkWatcher";\n\t} else if (chance <= 24) {\n\t\tpassage = "TomPark";\n\t} else if (chance <= 26) {\n\t\tpassage = "Park1";\n\t} else if (chance <= 29) {\n\t\tpassage = "Park2";\n\t} else if (chance <= 31) {\n\t\tpassage = "Park3";\n\t} else if (chance <= 33) {\n\t\tpassage = "Park4";\n\t} else if (chance <= 35) {\n\t\tpassage = "Park5";\n\t} else if (chance <= 36) {\n\t\tpassage = "Park6";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = "White Goo Park";\n\t}\n\n\treturn passage;\n};\n

<<if $SherwoodMutation gte 1>>Approaching Ms Sherwood's house, I take a deep breath, wondering if she's come to her senses enough to talk to me again. \n\nReaching out, I knock on the door with several firm strikes.\n\nFrom inside, I can hear her moving inside of the house. After a few seconds, a drape moves along he front of the house, but by the time my eyes turn towards the motion, there's nothing to be seen.\n\nListening, I can hear Ms Sherwood talking inside. It takes me only a few seconds to realize she is praying.\n\n[[Put your boots back on and leave.|Nice part of town.]] \n\n<<else>><<if $Mutation gte 5>>Knocking on the door, the sound is crisp in the cool air. From inside, I can hear Ms Sherwood call, "Let yourself in, and leave your shoes at the door." \n\nDoing as instructed, I sit my boots just outside of the house's door, then step inside, "Ms Sherwood?" I call, "Its me, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>"\n\nA moment later, she steps into view from what appears to be the kitchen area. She stops with a suddenness that is jarring when she sees me. A look of disgust crosses her features as she openly stares at the changes I have experience. Much of the color drains from her face, and it starts to look like she'll be sick.\n\nI start to move in the hopes of assisting her, but but near panic enters her expression when I step towards her.\n\nMs Sherwood puts her hands up, here eyes wide in terror, "Be //GONE!//" She uses one hand to make the sign of the cross over her chest, "//Vile spawn of Satan,//" Her sudden outburst leaves me rooted to the spot in surprise, "//I cast you OUT in the name of Jesus!//"\n\nAs she storms towards me, I find myself taking a step back, reluctant to confront the woman physically, "Ms Sherwood, its just me,-"\n\n"//Out! OUT I COMMAND YOU DEMON! OUT!!!//" \n\nThere's a growning madness in her eyes that rattles me. I take another step away from her, towards the door. Unwilling to take my eyes off of her for fear of what she might do when I'm not looking, I fumble behind myself in search of the door knob. The moment I find it, I swing the door open and retreat to the house's proch. \n\nIn my wake, the door slams closed and I can hear the sound of a lock being slid into place.\n\nFrom inside, I can hear her talking, though I can't make out what is being said. //She's praying for my soul,// I realize.\n\n[[Put your boots back on and leave.|Nice part of town.]] \n\n<<set $SherwoodMutation +=1>><<elseif $Mutation gte 3>><<set $SherwoodSex to "Duncel">>I knock on the hard wooden door, then pause as I wait. A couple of seconds later, I hear Ms Sherwood's voice, "Let yourself in, and leave your shoes at the door," She calls with a cheerful tone.\n\nDoing as instructed, I sit my boots just outside of the house's door, then step inside, "Ms Sherwood?" I call, "Its me, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>"\n\nA moment later, she steps into view from what appears to be the kitchen area. She stops with a suddenness that is jarring when she sees me. A look of disgust crosses her features as she openly stares at the changes I have experience, "<<if $Taint gte 60>>Ms.<<else>>Mr.<</if>><<print $PlayerName2>>." She says stiffly. \n\n"I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?" I ask.\n\n"I suppose that would be ok," She says slowly, her tone reluctant.\n\nMs Sherwood gestures for you to sit on the small couch, while she settles into a little wooden rocking chair.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//I shouldn't be here. A God fearing woman like her, speaking with someone so plagued by deamons.// The whispers in the back of my mind start to sound amused, mocking me. \n\nFor just a second, I allow myself to wonder which is worse, the whispers being a symptom of madness, or them being real.\n\n\nI shudder at the paradox, then force the thought aside.<<elseif $Madness gte 1>>//A good, God fearing woman. Perhaps through her I can find salvation from this place?// The whispers in the back of my mind laugh.\n\nMy mood darkening, I do my best to ignore the sound of laughter.<<else>><<endif>>\n\nTaking the offered seat, I let my eyes wander the room. The room appears well kept, if a little //frilly// for my taste. It seems that every little knick knack has its own doiley. Along the pale pink walls, I see a small Crucifix hanging over the archway Ms Sherwood came through earlier. I also see a painting of a church, and another of the nativity hanging to either side of a modest wooden hearth. Beside the rocking chair Ms Sherwood is sitting in is a little wooden lamp stand. A small but unlit oil lamp sits near one corner while a large Bible covers most of the remainder of the small table.<<set $Cross to "Played">>\n\n[[Talk to Ms. Sherwood]]\n\n[[Thank her for her time and leave.|Nice part of town.]] <<else>>Knocking firmly on the house's door, I hear movement inside before Ms Sherwood's voice calls out, "Let yourself in, and leave your shoes at the door." She says warmly.\n\nDoing as instructed, I sit my boots just outside of the house's door, then step inside, "Ms Sherwood?" I call, "Its me, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>"\n\nA moment later, she steps into view from what appears to be the kitchen area, "Its a pleasure to see you, <<if $Taint gte 60>>Ms.<<else>>Mr.<</if>><<print $PlayerName2>>." She says as she meets my gaze. \n\n"I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?" I ask.\n\n"I suppose that would be ok," She says, looking suddenly less comfortable than she had just a second before.\n\nMs Sherwood gestures for you to sit on the small couch, while she settles into a little wooden rocking chair.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//I shouldn't be here. A God fearing woman like her, speaking with someone so plagued by deamons.// The whispers in the back of my mind start to sound amused, mocking me. \n\nFor just a second, I allow myself to wonder which is worse, the whispers being a symptom of madness, or them being real.\n\n\nI shudder at the paradox, then force the thought aside.<<elseif $Madness gte 1>>//A good, God fearing woman. Perhaps through her I can find salvation from this place?// The whispers in the back of my mind laugh.\n\nMy mood darkening, I do my best to ignore the sound of laughter.<<else>><<endif>>\n\nTaking the offered seat, I let my eyes wander the room. The room appears well kept, if a little //frilly// for my taste. It seems that every little knick knack has its own doiley. Along the pale pink walls, I see a small Crucifix hanging over the archway Ms Sherwood came through earlier. I also see a painting of a church, and another of the nativity hanging to either side of a modest wooden hearth. Beside the rocking chair Ms Sherwood is sitting in is a little wooden lamp stand. A small but unlit oil lamp sits near one corner while a large Bible covers most of the remainder of the small table.<<set $Cross to "Played">>\n\n[[Talk to Ms. Sherwood]]\n\n[[Thank her for her time and leave.|Nice part of town.]]<</if>><</if>>

[[back|previous()]]\n/* insert varibles here with this syntax: Name <<print $name>> */\n<<print "{{{\sn" + JSON.stringify(State.variables, null, 4) + "\sn}}}">>\n[[back|previous()]]

<<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>When I near the docks, I see a familiar luminescent puddle of White Goo. \n\nI take a few steps closer for a closer look. The White Goo looks the same as the other White Goo I have seen before.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\nor\n[[Investigate Further|G3]]<<else>>When I near the docks, I see a patch of white at the end of the nearest dock.\n\nApproaching, I realize that this little patch of slime seems to glow slightly from within.\n\nIntrigued, I nudge the puddle with the tip of my boot, the slime moving with a little jiggle before sticking to my boot as I pull back.\n\nI wipe the White Goo from the tip of my boot.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><<endif>>\n

You should have just gained $1000.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Money += 1000>>

My body aching, I manage to pry my eyes open.\n\nI find myself laying against the wall, where someone pushed me to get me out of the way. The tenderness of my bruised ribs attest to the //tender care// they gave me when I was moved. I can't help but think of the boot shaped bruise I expect to find the next time I take my shirt off.\n\nWith a little groan, I get back to my feet. The people in the Barmaid's Daughter only casting casual looks my way as I recompose myself.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<set $Taint += 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>>\n\n

<<if $Stranger is "Played">><<set $random to random (1,2)>><<if $random is 1>>She rounds a corner in the good part of town just before I reach it. \n\nThe woman in the heavy raincoat stops, glaring at me, "//Filth,//" She hisses, then spits at my feet before pushing past me and continuing on her way.\n\n//What a bitch,// I think, watching her go for a moment before turning my attention back to what I was doing before the unpleasant encounter.\n\n<<else>>The moment I see the woman in the raincoat, I tense up. My hand aches with the desire to reach into my jacket and take hold of my .38 Special. //I'm not sure if she's just mean, or unhinged. Either way, the look in her eyes, she's dangerous.//\n\nI give her plenty of room as we pass one another. She spits at the ground at my feet and mumbles something unsavory under her breath as she passes.\n\n<</if>><<else>>I see a woman walking down the street. She has a heavy raincoat on and a hood that pulls up around her head. You can still see her pale face and just a hint of black hair framing her head around the hood.\n\nAs she walks, she does so with a careful step and a steady pace, her movements taking on a surprising grace.\n\nWhen you draw closer to her, her cold angry eyes turn toward you. You've just started to open your mouth to call a soft greeting when she speaks first, "Go fuck yourself stranger, your kind isn't welcome in Wanton Cove."\n\nI'm so shocked by the unexpected hostility that I stop right where I'm standing. Turning on my heel, I prepare to confront her, but I discover her standing only half a dozen paces behind me, facing toward me. I can't help but notice the way her hand is inside her raincoat. The front of the coat is open just enough to reveal a bit of her expensive looking dress, and the positioning of her hand leading me to believe her hand is resting on the handle of a sidearm concealed beneath her jacket.\n\nInstinctively, I raise my hands, "I don't want any trouble," I say.\n\n"Then get the fuck out of my sight," She spits at the ground between the two of us.\n\nI feel tense, taking several steps away from her before turning my back on her. I take a deep breath, my muscles tight as I wait for a gunshot that does not come.\n\nLetting out the breath slowly, I start to walk again. I walk at least a dozen paces before I risk a glance over my shoulder. The woman is nowhere to be seen.\n\n<</if>>[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]

The sidebar display should have just added 1 point of madness.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Madness += 1>>

In the crowded tavern, the noise a steady din around me, I take in my surroundings.\n\nTowards the middle of the tavern, I see a table with only a single person sitting at it. The man's features are feminine enough that I'd mistake him for a woman if it wasn't for the thin beard on his chin. His long brown hair is loose, falling around his face in a way that shrouds his eyes, but from his posture, I get the feeling that he is watching me.\n\nSlowly, I make my way across the tavern, considering the possibility if sitting at the table with the man in the hopes of some small talk. About half way to the table, the man reaches up, pulling the hair back from his face just far enough to glare at me.\n\n//Guess he doesn't want company then.// I think darkly.\n\nStopping my advance, [[I take in my surroundings again.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>Rain falls heavily, making the plants look like they are trying to melt into the ground. //How can anything so sickly not die?//\n\nTaking a deep breath, I feel the cool <<else>>A soft breeze rustles the sickly brown grass at the top of the bluff, bringing with it a lung full of salty ocean air. I half close my eyes as I take a deep breath, savoring the cool <</if>>[[air filling my lungs.|Bluff]]

<<if $Mutation gte 8>>I start to step into the bath, but have to stop myself. //Hot.// I think, deciding that I had better wait a minute before entering. \n\nOnce the water has cooled a bit, I slip into the tub, intimately aware of how my webbed feet move under the water. The barest flick of my foot is enough to make the water in the small tub slop over the sides.\n\nI turn my attention to the gray scaly skin of my hands, spreading my fingers wide to reveal the heavy webbing between them. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>Stepping into the bath, I'm intimately aware of the way my webbed feet seem to drag at the water, //kind of like flippers,// I think darkly to myself.\n\nBy the time I am laying in the tub, I notice that the hot water feels almost sufficating, but I do my best to ignore it. \n\nAbsently, I move my hands through the water, my webbed fingers moving the water far more than my normal fingers ever would have. <<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>I pause at the edge of the tub, looking at myself. Seeing the gray shade of my skin, I'm uncomfortably aware of the fact this is something that won't simply wash off.\n\nGrimacing at the thought, I step into the tub, slipping into the water. <<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>Slipping into the bath, I can't help but notice the way my grayish skin contrasts with the water. Trying to put the troubling thought aside, I close my eyes and sink into the water, letting the heat soothe me.<<else>>Settling into the water, I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth, even if its a bit on the hot side. <</if>>\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>Feeling a hint of arousal, I begin to reach for my dimenished manhood. \n\nWhen my fingers find their target, I'm startled at how small my penis feels in my hands, like I could stroke it with just a pair of my dainty fingers. \n\nI shudder, forcing my hand away and unable to even look down on myself in this state as I finish my bath.<<else>>Feeling the growing arousal in my lions, I let my hand slide beneath the waters.\n\nI find myself embarrassed by my pathetic manhood, but at the same time a small, misguided thrill courses through my veins.\n\nFor several minutes, I try to stroke my tiny manhood, but I find that its too small to effectively masturbate the way I've done all my life. Instead, I start to discover that I have the best results if I rub it. //Like a clit,// I think darkly to myself.\n\nClosing my eyes, I try to focus on the sensations, doing my best to not think about my shrunken cock.\n\nPerhaps I needed this worse than I though, or perhaps I'm just more sensitive than I once was, but regardless of the reason, I find myself rapidly approaching a deep and intense orgasm.\n\nThe cry that escapes my lips as I arch my back is not my own. The feminine sound is enough to startle me even as my little cock jerks. I can feel my own seed squirt against my hand, lubricating it as I rub faster for several seconds, increasing both the length and the intensity of my orgasm. \n\nWhen I finally begin to catch my breath once more, I swish my hand about in the water to clean it, then slip from the tepid water.\n\nTrying not to think too much about my recent changes, I dry myself off and begin to get dressed.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>As I move down the street, I see a woman running through a sudden downpour or rain, aiming for one of the buildings along the way. Once there, she seems to fumble with the door for a moment before it swings open. As soon as it does so, she quickly ducks inside to get out of the rain.\n\nIn the distance, thunder rumbles like a growling beast.<<else>>A little distance a head of me, I see someone sweeping the sidewalk of wood that stretches along the storefronts that dot the side of the street. \n\nShe pauses, glancing up at me.\n\nI meet her eyes and give a half nod in greeting. \n\nInstead of returning my gesture, she instead glances one last time at the stretch of sidewalk she had been sweeping, then steps inside the nearest shop.\n\nOnce she's out of sight, I think I hear the faint sound of the door's deadbolt sliding home.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

window.commonTavernEvents = function () {\n\tvar chance = random(1, 106);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 5) {\n\t\tpassage = "Aroused Lady 1";\n\t} else if (chance <= 10) {\n\t\tpassage = "Lady public fuck 1";\n\t} else if (chance <= 15) {\n\t\tpassage = "Loud Conversation";\n\t} else if (chance <= 20) {\n\t\tpassage = "Abrupt End Conversation";\n\t} else if (chance <= 25) {\n\t\tpassage = "Group Playing Cards";\n\t} else if (chance <= 30) {\n\t\tpassage = "Group Drinking at Bar";\n\t} else if (chance <= 35) {\n\t\tpassage = "Group Drinking at table";\n\t} else if (chance <= 40) {\n\t\tpassage = "Solitary figure bar";\n\t} else if (chance <= 45) {\n\t\tpassage = "Solitary table";\n\t} else if (chance <= 50) {\n\t\tpassage = "Tavern Combat";\n\t} else if (chance <= 55) {\n\t\tpassage = "Aroused Lady 2";\n\t} else if (chance <= 58) {\n\t\tpassage = "Bar Rivulets";\n\t} else if (chance <= 61) {\n\t\tpassage = "BarRainRoof";\n\t} else if (chance <= 64) {\n\t\tpassage = "Tavern1";\n\t} else if (chance <= 66) {\n\t\tpassage = "Tavern2";\n\t} else if (chance <= 68) {\n\t\tpassage = "Tavern3";\n\t} else if (chance <= 70) {\n\t\tpassage = "Tavern4";\n\t} else if (chance <= 75) {\n\t\tpassage = "Tavern5";\n\t} else if (chance <= 79) {\n\t\tpassage = "Tavern6";\n\t} else if (chance <= 82) {\n\t\tpassage = "Tavern7";\n\t} else if (chance <= 86) {\n\t\tpassage = "Tavern8";\n\t} else if (chance <= 92) {\n\t\tpassage = "Tavern9";\n\t} else if (chance <= 98) {\n\t\tpassage = "WhoreSelf";\n\t} else if (chance <= 104) {\n\t\tpassage = "WhoreSelf2";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = "Tanya back from job";\n\t}\n\n\treturn passage;\n};\n

<<if $Day gte 5>>Looking out at the horizon, I can see lightling flashing. Almost constantly one bit of clouds or another is lit with little flashes of light.\n\nAt the same time, I can hear an almost constant rumble of thunder over the sounds of water crashing on the shoreline of the island in the distance. <<else>>As I walk, a light drizzle begins.\n\nAll around me, it's as if the air simply became //so// saturated with moisture that it can no longer hold it all, but is reluctant to release the water it holds.<</if>>\n\nReluctantly, I pull my long coat a little tighter around myself.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]

Without much warning, the light rain I had been walking in turns into a full blown downpour. Within seconds, my already damp clothes are soaked through, chilling me with the cold rain. With nothing nearby that I can use for shelter, I instead turn my attention towards the mansion. \n\nBreaking into a run, I try to reach the shelter of the mansion's eves, but before I'm more than half way to the shelter it would provide, the rain lets up to almost nothing.\n\nMy eyes turn upward, looking at the suddenly lighter clouds overhead. Shaking my head in disbelief, [[I return to a walk once more.|Bluff]]

The sidebar display should have just subtracted 1 point of Depravity.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Depravity -= 1>>

window.getParkLink = function () {\n\tvar\tchance = random(1, 2);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 1) {\n\t\tpassage = "overgrown park";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = commonParkEvents();\n\t}\n\n\treturn taintLink(passage);\n};\n

<<if $Taint lte 9>>Leaning closer, I see nothing that sets this puddle of White Goo apart from any other puddle I've seen. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|Bluff]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>A wave of arousal is enough to drop me to my knees, my pussy gushing with fluid. \n\nOne of my hands darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand reaches for the puddle of White Goo.\n\nThe moment my fingers touch the warm fluid, I feel a small orgasm shudder through my body. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen.\n\nI have no idea how long I kneel there, one hand in my pants violating my new pussy, moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is long gone.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and something else. Looking at the thick white fluid mixed with my own on my fingers, I know deep down in the pit of my stomach exactly what it is. \n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I [[continue on my way.|Bluff]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Almost without thought, I find myself on my knees beside the puddle of White Goo. \n\nWith both hands, I eagerly try to scoop up the mess on the ground, stuffing my fingers in my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to dampen my underwear with arousal.\n\nI don't know how long I was kneeling beside that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was kneeling.\n\n//I've got to find some way to control this!//\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue on my way.|Bluff]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>I find myself reaching out towards the White Goo, coating my fingers with the warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak precum.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nMy cock twitches once, twice, spraying a small load of my seed into the front of my pants. \n\nShaken by what I just did, I step back from the puddle of White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>[[Continue on my way.|Bluff]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even while I look at the White Goo, my hand reaches out as if under it's own power.\n\nAgainst my fingertips, the White Goo feels warm to the touch.\n\nMy fingers raise towards my mouth, my lips parting. A hint of arousal washes through me. \n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me. I quickly wipe my fingers off on the dead grass the best I can, then move back from the White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>>[[Continue on my way.|Bluff]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch the White Goo.\n\nI start to reach out, but I manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm.\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Bluff]]<</if>>\n

A hint of movement draws my attention to a shack down the street. \n\nThe shack is dark, old paint peeling from the sides of the building. I can see no signs of habitation, no light from inside, and no hint of smoke from the chimney. Even the stack of wood against the building appear to be rotting where its piled high against the wall.\n\nBut what drew my attention is the figure creeping along beside the old shack. The gaunt figure is wearing a heavy brown raincoat, their short red hair matted to their skull from the rain. \n\n//Tom?// My pulse quickens as I begin to close the distance between us.\n\nMy sudden movement draws the attention of the figure, their face turning towards me. The person's features, while male, have a distinctly feminine cast to them. //Not Tom then.// I think, my pace slowing slightly.\n\nThe figure spends a second longer looking at me, then turns suddenly and darts out of sight behind another shack. By the time I reach the shack the figure had been beside, the only signs of the figure's presence is the impressions in the mud made by their boots, and those are rapidly filling with water to become just another puddle.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>In spite of the rain that is falling, there seems to be a slight fog clinging to the ground, <<else>>I feel a slight chill go up my spine as I walk. I can see a thin fog,<</if>> seemingly clinging to the cracks in the road, to the gutters, and to the drooping, half dead plants eking out an existence among the soggy earth.\n\nFor a moment, I pause, looking at the fog. The fog seems to move slightly, but always at the corner of my vision, never where I can see it clearly.\n\nFeeling uneasy, I begin to walk again.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

"What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?" I ask.\n\nAzumi looks up at me, her expression pinched, "The people here don't like me. A lot of them are scared of me," Her voice suddenly becomes very small, "And I don't understand why."\n\n"A lot of people are put off by what they don't understand," I point out, "And your father says that you've done things to the people here in town to upset them."\n\nShe takes a deep breath then lets it out in something that sounds like a pout, I can feel her breasts press tighter against my side as she does so, "But it feels //so// good, how is it wrong to do it if it makes them feel good too?" \n\nI'm a little surprised at the sincerity of her question, "Because some people only want to feel good like that with people who are special to them," I say cautiously.\n\nFor a moment, she continues to pout, her eyes sad and her bottom lip sticking out in a way that comes off as adorable, then a mischevious smile blossoms on her face, "Can I be special to you?"\n\n//Maybe now would be a good time to change the subject.// The thought crosses my mind, but at the same time my body responds to her question by leaving me flush with arousal.\n\n<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>>

"If it isn't my favorite tennant.' Aaron says, his tone holds little warmth, "What can I do for you this morning?"\n\n"A couple of sailors," I gesture towards the two men I had overheard a little earlier, "were talking about a body on the waterfront yesterday?"\n\nAaron makes a sour face, takes a deep breath, then starts to talk, "Yeah, happens sometimes, something washes up on shore."\n\n"I'm sure you're right, but it sounds like this one might have been human." I reply evenly.\n\nHe finally stops wiping the counter, "Yeah, it was," Aaron's tone suddenly subdued, "Never seen her before. Pale little thing, body mangled on the rocks. She was crated up and shipped out last night."\n\nAaron pauses, as if considering what to say. Finally he reaches down behind the counter, producing a crumpled bit of paper. He quickly writes something on it, then starts to talk again, "I was out on the waterfront," He pauses almost imperceptively, "When I saw the body on the rocks. By the time I got down there, Ms Sherwood had spotted it on her morning walk as well." \n\nHe shrugs, "Can't tell you more than that, but Ms Sherwood might be able to tell you more," He pushes the paper towards me, I can see that it has an address written on it, "You can find her in the east end of town, she doesn't go out for much but her morning walks. You should have no trouble finding her."\n\n[[Step away from Aaron.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

[[return|$return]]\n[[Back to Case Notes|Case Notes]]\n\n<<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>!Occult Book:\nI found a strange book in the basement of the old abandoned Church. It seems someone was trying to interpret the strange language within. I haven't had a chance to start looking it over in detail yet, but the book seems to be occult in nature.\n\n\n<</if>><<if $Taint gte 95>>!Taint\nMy body has become completely female at this point. I'm not sure if my physical transformations are complete, or if this is just a step towards something else. The whole experience would have me terrified if it wasn't for the fact that I'm just so //horny.//\n\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 70>>!Taint\nMore and more it seems my first assumptions were correct. Something on this island is changing me physically. The people around the island either know little about what is going on, or are unwilling to talk to me about it.\n\nMy changes have continued steadily, I have //breasts// now. So sensitive. My manhood is a fraction of its former size. My skin has become fair as a woman's, with a voice to match. There's no doubt that I'm either loosing my mind, or I'm somehow transforming into a woman.\n\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 40>>!Taint\nIt appears that there's something on this island that is causing me to experience some kind of physical changes. My skin has been softening, my chest swelling and becoming sensitive. Even my voice has started to become higher. Most alarming however is how my penis has begun to shrink. If I didn't know it was impossible, I'd say I was becoming female.\n\n\n<</if>><<if $MotherofLust is "Played">>!Zal'chaas: \nMother of Tainted Lusts. Even thinking the name is enough to leave me awash with a strange mix of trepidation and arousal. The body from my cold case was patterned after her and somehow Wanton Cove is a part of all of this. Only, I don't know how it's all connected yet, and no one in Wanton Cove seems interested in talking about it.\n<</if>>\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>!!Mutation:\nIt seems obvious that these //things// are the cause of some of the more grotesque changes around Wanton Cove, . . . not to mention the terrible changes I've experienced since arriving here. \n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>!!Mutation:\nAfter encountering that //thing//, I've experienced some troubling physical changes. I have to wonder if the changes are tied to that thing or not.\n\n<</if>><<if $RuinsFound is "Played">>!!Tentacled Thing:\nI've never even imagined anything so horrible as these things. After everything I have seen on this damned island I thought nothing could terrify me more, I was so very wrong.\n\nThis //thing//, I have no words to even begin to describe it. It shouldn't be possible, a mass of tentacles eyes and teeth unlike anything I could conjure in even my worst nightmares.\n\nAggressive on sight, I can barely resist the urge to tremble at even the thought of coming face to face with such a horror. Just the very thought of the tentacled thing is enough to make me wonder if I am in the grip of madness.\n\n<</if>>\n[[Back to Case Notes|Case Notes]]\n[[return|$return]]

Taking a deep breath, my nostrils are filled with a salty sweet smell. The closest thing I have to compare it to is semen, only this leaves me feeling aroused.\n\nFeeling uncertain, I stand back up. I turn my attention to my surroundings again, searching for anything else that appears out of place.\n\nStill feeling shaken from the experience, I take a deep calming breath.\n\n<<townlink "Head into the center of town.">><<set $Fountain to "Played">>

<<if $Day gte 8 && $Compartment is "Occupied?">>Entering the tunnel beneath the old Church, I listen. I can hear something down the tunnel, but I am not sure what, the acoustics of the tunnel distorting the sound.\n\n"Cobb?" I call even though its unlikely the sound will carry to him if he's hiding in the chamber down the tunnel. \n\n//I wonder if she is down here? Maybe I can finally learn something I can use?//\n\nShining my flashlight ahead of myself, I continue to walk until I near my destination.\n\nI can hear noise just a short distance ahead, like a something large moving about accompanied by the sound of splashing water. A wanton moan carries over all of it.\n\nWhen the chamber finally comes into view, my flashlight catches the water, reflecting around the room in an effect similar to if I had pointed it a prism. \n\nIn the split second that the room is illuminated, I see that I am far from alone. Several sets of too large eyes look at me. Most of them are cold stares, <<if $DeepFight is "Played">>three Deep Ones all grouped together around a fourth figure. <<else>>three hideous creatures all grouped around a fourth figure.<</if>>\n\nThe fourth figure is smaller than the others, female, and still wearing the tattered remains of Cobb's clothes. //Cobb?// The creature directly behind her is half in the water, with Cobb bent over the side of the pool, its movements do not end even though it looks directly at you.\n\nThe second one stands just outside of the pool, its cock in Cobb's mouth while the final member of the group simply stands nearby, clearly aroused, but otherwise unengaged.\n\nAll the while, Cobb looks at me, her eyes accusing me. \n\nI freeze in place, trying to think my way through this situation. //I need to get her away from them.// \n\nMy hand slowly reaches beneath my jacket, my fingertips coming into contact with the handle of my .38 Special. The three //things// surrounding Cobb seem unconcerned.\n\nWhen my fingers begin to curl around the handle, everything seems to happen at once.\n\nThe cock in Cobb's mouth pops free, a trail of saliva connecting the green shaft to Cobb's lips. Cobb gasps for breath.\n\nCobb reaches out suddenly, her hand reaching toward you as the creature behind her grabs her shoulder and pulls her back suddenly, "<<print $PlayerName2>>!" She screams as she is pulled under water. A couple of seconds later, the other two dive into the pool and vanish into the water. \n\nSeeing them all disappear into the pool, I run toward the water, shining my flashlight into the water. There's movement somewhere deep below where I am standing, but I can not see anything clearly in the murky depths.\n\n//She thought this was my thought,// The thought is dark in my mind, threatening to overwhelm me. Then it hits me all at once, a chill going through me that nearly drops me to my knees, //This //is// my fault. I asked him to come here.//\n\nI search the water for any further sign of Cobb, of the things that pulled her under, or any way I can follow without drowning.\n\nA sense of helplessness wells up inside of me. A terrible feeling that has no outlet.\n\nI stand there for a long time, leaning heavily against the wall with the flashlight shining down into the water. Not quite crying, gagging on my need to save someone who is either already dead, or possibly worse.\n\nWhen I finally regain my composure, I move unsteadily away from the pool, not turning my back on it until its well out of sight.\n\nI don't even remember ascending the ladder into the Church.|stepping carefully inside.>><<set $Compartment to "Gone">><<set $Madness += 1>><<else>>Letting your flashlight illuminate the way, you move towards the hole behind the bookshelf. Passing your light over the space, you can see a crude, hand carved tunnel leading at an angle downwards. The entire tunnel appears to be roughly four feet wide, and perhaps twice that tall. \n\nBroken stone crunches under my boot when I finally set foot inside the tunnel. \n\nPassing the light around the tunnel, I’m unable to reveal anything further of interest, so I begin to walk. For several minutes, I move down the tunnel, the downward angle makes travel difficult, but eventually I notice the tunnel begin to open up into something larger.\n\nThe light passes over a natural chamber. <<if $cave gte 2>>Its nowhere near as large as the Cathedral, but it is still an impressive sight. Stalactites hang from the ceiling like spikes ready to fall and impale anyone unfortunate enough to be beneath them when it happens. \n\nUnlike the Cathedral however, this room has a large natural pool that dominates the space. <<else>>I stand in the room for several seconds, just admiring the natural beauty of what I can see. Stalactites hang from the ceiling above, but what draws my attention is the large natural pool that dominates the space.<<endif>>\n\nStepping closer, I shine my light at the water, but all I can see is dark gloom beneath the gently moving water. //Must be connected to the ocean.// I realize.\n\nAfter a few minutes, I wander back the way I came, the steep climb being much more difficult than the descent.\n\nI barely even notice the fallen bookshelf as I climb over it towards the ladder leading upwards. The light above beckoning to me like a moth drawn to the flame. \n\n[[Up to the Church.|stepping carefully inside.]]<</if>>\n

"I heard that you saw Pastor Erkon commit suicide?" I begin.\n\n"You heard right," Mr Jackobson replies.\n\n"Can you tell me about it? Let me know what you saw?" I continue.\n\n"I could," Mr Jackobson says with a hint of smile.\n\n<<if ($PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma) gte 12>>I wait for him to continue, but realizing that he's trying to get a rise out of me, I chance tact.\n\n"We going to enjoy this comfortable silence a little longer, or you going to tell me what you remember?" I prompt.\n\nMr Jackobson lets out an abrupt laugh, a single sound that seems to linger in the air, "I like you." <<if $Mutation gte 5>>He grins, "For a fucking fish man, you're alright."\n\n"Fish man?" I inquire, thinking about the changes to my body and how what I'm becoming can hardly be considered human anymore.\n\n"Yeah, fish man, you looked in a mirror recently?" Mr Jackobson sneers, "And before you bother asking, no, I dont know why it happens to some people around here."\n\n<</if>>The seconds start to tick by again, my fristration with the man rapidly growing, though I hide it well. \n\nAfter a few more seconds tick by, Mr Jackobson starts to speak, "Pastor Erkon got sick," He begins, his voice lacking emotion, "Spent a lot of time alone, in that church of his. Wasn't acting like his friendly self anymore."\n\nMr Jackobson's eyes never leave my own as he speaks, their intensity almost enough to unsettle me, "About four years ago now, he just walked out to the bluff. I could see him from where I was walking out by the treeline up there. He just stood there for a few seconds, then jumped."\n\nI cant help but feel like the story is rehearsed, realizing that he used the same words as Aaron through some of what he said.\n\nThe faintest hint of a smile touches Mr Jackobsons features as he watches my reaction.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma) gte 8>>I wait for him to continue, the silence becoming uncomfortable as the seconds tick by.\n\n"Well?" I prompt.\n\nMr Jackobson lets out an abrupt laugh, a single sound that seems to linger in the air, "Thought you'd never ask."\n\n//I know his type, more interested in getting a rise out of me than telling me what I want to know.//\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 5>>He blurts, "For a fucking fish man, you're alright."\n\n"Fish man?" I inquire, thinking about the changes to my body and how what I'm becoming can hardly be considered human anymore.\n\n"Yeah, fish man, you looked in a mirror recently?" Mr Jackobson sneers, "And before you bother asking, no, I dont know why it happens to some people around here."\n\n<</if>>The seconds start to tick by again, my fristration with the man rapidly growing. I'm almost ready to open my mouth to speak when he finally starts to talk.\n\n"Pastor Erkon got sick," He begins, his voice lacking emotion, "Spent a lot of time alone, in that church of his. Wasn't acting like his friendly self anymore."\n\nMr Jackobson's eyes never leave my own as he speaks, their intensity almost enough to unsettle me, "About four years ago now, he just walked out to the bluff. I could see him from where I was walking out by the treeline up there. He just stood there for a few seconds, then jumped."\n\nThe faintest hint of a smile touches his features as he watches my reaction.<<else>>I wait for him to continue, the silence becoming uncomfortable as the seconds tick by.\n\n"I'm waiting?" I prompt.\n\nMr Jackobson lets out an abrupt laugh, a single sound that seems to linger in the air, "Thought you'd never ask."\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 5>>He grins, "For a fucking fish man, you're alright."\n\n"Fish man?" I inquire, thinking about the changes to my body and how what I'm becoming can hardly be considered human anymore.\n\n"Yeah, fish man, you looked in a mirror recently?" Mr Jackobson sneers, "And before you bother asking, no, I dont know why it happens to some people around here."\n\n<</if>>The seconds start to tick by again, my fristration with the man rapidly growing. I'm almost ready to open my mouth to speak when he finally starts to talk.\n\n"Pastor Erkon got sick," He begins, "Spent a lot of time alone, in that church of his. Wasn't acting like his friendly self anymore."\n\nMr Jackobson's eyes never leave my own as he speaks, their intensity almost enough to unsettle me, "About four years ago now, he just walked out to the bluff. I could see him from where I was walking out by the treeline up there. He just stood there for a few seconds, then jumped."<</if>>\n\nMr Jackobson gives a little shrug, "Not sure that I could tell you more than that."<<if ($PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma) gte 10>>\n\n//Cant or wont?// I wonder to myself.<</if>>\n\n"Thank you for your time," I say.\n\n//Guess I head up to the bluff, take a look around.// "I'll be back later if I can think of anything more to ask."\n\n[[Leave.|JackobsonLeave]]

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<silently>>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(3,14)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(4,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(6)>>\n<<set $weaponChance = random(1,100)>>\n<<if $weaponChance lte 15>><<set $enemyWeapon = "knife">>\n<<else>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</if>><<if $weaponChance lte 3>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,2)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 25>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 26>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 40>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 75>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 90>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 99>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,5)>><<else>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,50)>><</if>><</silently>> \sInstead of stopping, the figure instead pivots towards me without a hint of hesitation.\n\nMy eyes widen with shock. The creature before me can barely be called human. Its eyes are far too large for its head, with milky pupils. Its too wide mouth looks filled with razor sharp teeth. Pasty gray skin covers what I can see of its body. And clearly female if the breasts dominating it's chest are any indication.\n\nMy mind reels at what I'm seeing, refusing to fully proccess what I am seeing.\n\nBefore I even realize the abomonation has moved, its already in motion as it charges towards me, the wet patchwork of leather it wears like a cloak billowing behind it as it moves.\n\nOne of its hands flexes, drawing back. I can see long black talons where fingernails should be and its fingers look to have a membrane of some kind between them, making them look webbed like a frog's.\n\nMy self preservation kicks in at the last possible moment. I lurch to one side, its taloned fingers passing so close to my face that I can feel the passing of his hand against my skin.\n\nBy the time I turn to face the creature again, its just standing there, a grin touches its too thin lips that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.\n\n[[I prepare to defend myself.|Ruins Female Deep One Fight.]]<<set $HybridFight to "Played">>

<<if $Taint lte 39>>I watch for another minute, shuffling closer to the girls bit by bit. \n\nOne of them men pulls out of a girl, spraying an impressive amount of cum across the woman's belly and tits. \n\nI let my baser needs guide my actions. The second the man has moved out of the way, I'm already fishing my cock out of my pants, stepping into position. \n\nMy cock slides into her well used cunt with almost no resistance. Her insides slick with a combination of her own arousal combined with an unknown number of mens cum. I grip her hips and begin to thrust. I can tell right from the start that I'm unlikely to last long. Thrusting for all I am worth, I fuck her hard and fast. Behind me I can hear a couple of people laugh, one letting out a playful whoop. I'm not sure if they are cheering me on or merely amused, but in that moment I really didn't care. I shove as deep inside of her as I am able before spilling my seed into her depths where it joins that of every man who has taken her before me.\n\nI rest like that for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of her pussy milking the last few drops of cum from my cock. When I finally slide free of her hole, I can see that my cock is smeared with cum even as a trickle of the same white substance slips from her hole. \n\nMy cock is barely back in my pants before another man has taken my place for a turn.\n\nSpent, I move away from the girls, exiting the group. I can see a slightly amused look on Aaron's face from the bar as I return to what I was doing before.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 6>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>><<elseif $Taint lte 54>>I watch for another minute, shuffling closer to the girls bit by bit. \n\nOne of them men pulls out of a girl, spraying an impressive amount of cum across the woman's belly and tits. \n\nI let my baser needs guide my actions. The second the man has moved out of the way, I'm already fishing my little cock out of my pants, stepping into position. \n\nMy cock slides into her well used cunt with almost no resistance. //Is she that loose, or have I shrunk that much?// Her insides slick with a combination of her own arousal combined with an unknown number of mens cum. I grip her hips and begin to thrust. I can tell right from the start that I'm unlikely to last long. Thrusting for all I am worth, I fuck her hard and fast. Behind me I can hear a couple of people laugh, one letting out a playful whoop. I'm not sure if they are cheering me on or merely amused, but in that moment I really didn't care. I shove as deep inside of her as I am able before spilling my seed into her depths where it joins that of every man who has taken her before me. The way the cum feels around my cock makes me even more aware of how my cock has changed since arriving in Wanton Cove.\n\nI quickly pull out, my penis glistening with a combination of cum and her own juices. A trickle of the same white fluid slowly slides from her hold in my wake.\n\nMy cock is barely back in my pants before another man has taken my place for a turn.\n\nSpent, I move away from the girls, exiting the group. I can see a slightly amused look on Aaron's face from the bar as I return to what I was doing before.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 7>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>>I watch for another minute, shuffling closer to the girls bit by bit. \n\nOne of them men pulls out of a girl, spraying an impressive amount of cum across the woman's belly and tits. \n\nI let my baser needs guide my actions. The second the man has moved out of the way, I'm already fishing my tiny cock out of my pants, stepping into position. \n\nMy penis is so small in fact that I have trouble penetrating her. The girl glances down, really paying attention to what is happening for the first time since I joined the group. She smiles at me, giggling, "Just rub your little cock against my clit," She says in a teasing tone.\n\nI'm so aroused that I start to do exactly that.\n\nA sudden weight against my back shoves me forward and I can feel my pants being pulled down past my knees. I try to look, to see who my unexpected assailant might be. I can't see who is behind me, but I can clearly see that there's a woman holding one of my shoulders and a man holding the other. Meanwhile the woman beneath me wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me full on the lips with her cum smeared lips.\n\nI struggle as much in surprise as alarm when I feel something wet, warm and slimy spray across my ass crack. When I feel the unmistakable feel of a man's cock laying across my ass, I tense up. \n\nThe man behind me teases at my ass crack and it's not long before my body begins to relax. The pleasant physical sensations winning out over any misgivings I may have. \n\nSensing my lack of resistance, the man poises his cock at my back door and presses forward. I can hear the man grunt with the effort even as I feel his crown slip past my pucker and he begins to slide inside.\n\nThe sensation isn't unpleasant. Like my bowels being full, but different. When the man begins to thrust, the sense of fullness becomes more pleasant.\n\nIt's not long before I'm kissing the woman beneath me back, before my clit like cock is dribbling fluid between us. \n\nI'm lost in the sensations of what is happening to me, my breasts pressed against the woman's cum slick body while the man pounds my ass with animalistic intensity. \n\nA sudden sensation of liquid warmth fills my core and it takes me a second to realize that the man fucking my ass just came inside of me. He pulls out suddenly, leaving me feeling empty. I don't have to wait long before someone else replaces him though.\n\nOne after another, my ass it taken. I'm not even sure by how many men. I feel dirty, ashamed, and impossibly aroused when I finally stagger away from the group. I can feel cum dripping down my legs as I pull my pants into place and try to turn my attention elsewhere.\n\n//If this continues, am I going to be like those girls? Nothing more than a willing hole for anyone who wants to use me?//\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 8>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>><<else>>I feel a hand on my ass first. I tense slightly, but the thrill that goes through me prevents me from protesting. A second later a second hand touches my hip. \n\nMy pussy becomes noticeably wet, my legs becoming weak at the thought of all of these men using my female body. \n\nWhen the group begins to move me toward the middle of the group, moving me to join the women at their center, I offer no resistance.\n\nI look first at the girls, naked and writhing beneath their partners, but then my eyes drift to the other people gathered around. Several of the unoccupied men are looking at me, lust in their eyes.\n\nMy lack of nervousness surprises me as I slide my jacket off of my shoulders where it falls to the ground at my feet. There's surprise, and just a little alarm in some people's eyes when they see my .38 Special in it's holster where it rests under my arm. I unfasten the holster and let it to join my long jacket on the ground. I have the presence of mind to wrap my jacket around it before I continue. \n\nMany eyes are on me as I begin to unbutton my shirt, exposing first cleavage, then as more buttons are unfastened, my breasts slip free, nipples hard and crinkled with arousal.\n\nI start to reach for my pants, but that is when the group descends on me. Suddenly I couldn't escape if I wanted to, and escape is the last thing on my mind. \n\nMy pants are pulled free, perhaps a bit roughly, but I'm so aroused that I don't really mind. A moan escapes my lips as hands drift over my body. Some feminine, others rough and calloused from hard work. All desperate to touch my flesh.\n\nI'm guided to a table where I'm laid on my back. One man moves close to my side, guiding my hand to his cock. I marvel at it's heft and warmth. Having recently had one of my own, I can't help but feel a morbid sense of fascination at the stranger's manhood. //Familiar, yet so different.//\n\nA man moving between my legs draws my attention momentarily elsewhere. I see him move into position between my legs, //He's so much bigger than mine was,// I feel a pang of loss, accompanied by a nearly blinding sense of need.\n\nI part my legs, inviting him closer. He obliges, his eyes fixated on my glistening sex as my outer lips part invitingly. His cock slides up and down my slit, the crown becoming wet with my feminine juices.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>He guides his cock to my ready cunt, then with a firm thrust he hilts himself inside of me. I moan lewdly as I feel his cock reach my deepest place, his balls pressed firmly against my body.\n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>I moan at the sudden sense of fullness. The alien, yet so natural feeling of my pussy being stretched around this stranger's big cock.\n\nWhen he begins to thrust, I thrash in pleasure beneath him.\n\nThe man who's cock I am holding in my hand moves closer. I stroke his manhood a few times, having forgotten all about him until now. When he is standing right beside my head, I turn my head toward him. \n\nI intend to only look at it, to marvel at his perfect cock, but when I part my lips, he slips the tip between them. \n\nThe salty tang that touches my tongue is strange but not unpleasant. I allow him to invade my mouth further, but not knowing what exactly to do, I merely let it rest in my mouth as I explore it with my tongue. The man seems pleased by this.\n\nWhen the man between my legs changes his pace, my eyes flicker down toward him, seeing him covered in sweat and a strained look on his face. I feel his cock throb and swell inside of me, then I can feel a blast of his cum spray deep inside of me. The sensation makes my body crave something more, makes me want this moment to never end. \n\nThe man between my legs withdraws, only to be replaced by a second man who unceremoniously plunges into my freshly used pussy. I moan around the cock in my mouth and wrap my legs around the hips of my new lover as I try to pull him deeper into me. I'm rewarded for my efforts as the man grinds as deep as he can inside of me, then begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\nI've barely any warning from the man in my mouth as he begins to spray his own load into the back of my throat, making me cough and coating my tongue with his salty seed. I continue to suck his softening member, savoring the feel of both his cum, and his warm manflesh against my lips and tongue.\n\nMeanwhile the man between my legs doesn't last as long as the first. Barely twenty thrusts before he tenses. This time when I feel his jizz filling my cunt, my pussy convulses and spasms as I cum with him. My orgasm is so intense that my vision fades around the edges, threatening to swallow me in blackness.\n\nAfter that, I become lost in the pleasure, loosing track of time, loosing track of how many people use my body for their own pleasure, loosing track of how many times I cum.\n\nWhen I finally return to my senses, too exhausted to do anything more than lay there as my latest lover plunges repeatedly into my depths. My body quakes as I cum again. My pussy squeezing around his cock proves too much for him and with a loud groan he pulls out, spraying his load across my chest and tits where the pearly white cum joins that of several other men.\n\nI half crawl, half roll off of the table, landing hard on the worn wooden floor. I scan the area around me for my clothes and see my jacket first. Reaching out, I pull it toward myself. As soon as I can reach it, I slide my hand into the jacket and let out a sigh as my fingers close around the handle of my .38 Special. //Strange the things that bring a person comfort.// I muse. \n\nSeeming to sense the shift in my demeanor, the people around me give me space to find the rest of my things. I get dressed right in their midst before staggering away from the group.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 9>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>><</if>><<set $Taint += 4>>\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

"He's a fisherman," Aaron says, his expression sharpening suddenly, "He probably set out on one of the boats heading out."\n\nHe gives a little shrug, "Keep an eye on his place, he'll turn up eventually," His tone is dismissive.\n\nAsk about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>>[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<</if>><<if $Day is 2>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<</if>><</if>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<</if>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]\n<</if>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>>or\n[[Step away from the Bartender.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n

<<if $TomTanya is "Played">><<if ($PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma) gte 10>>”I know you told me everything you could remember about Tom before, but I have a couple of followup questions if you have time?”\nAaron lets out a tired sigh, “Go ahead,” The annoyance in his voice is clear.\n“You mentioned before that Tom spent his first night here with Tanya?” I lie, wanting to see if he catches it.\nAaron's eyes narrow, then flicker towards Tanya before returning to me, “That's right, made her squeal all night. “\nI nod slowly, //Got you, you lying bastard. You told me before that she didn't arrive until after he was gone. What else have you been lying to me about?//\nAaron must have picked up on my train of thought because something dangerous enters his expression, one hand slipping beneath the counter.\nInstead of acknowledging the motion, I try instead to play it off, to put Aaron back at ease. Leaning over the counter towards him, “Do you think its weird that I fucked the same whore as my friend's kid?” I ask in a conspiratorial tone.\nThe hand beneath the counter returns to view, a rumbling chuckle coming Aaron, “Whore like that's a good time no matter who's been inside of her before you,” He says dismissively.\nAnd just like that, Aaron is back to his former friendly, if slightly elusive self.\n//This changes things.// I think darkly while forcing my amused expression to stay in place.\n\nAsk about:\n[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<<endif>><<if $Day is 2>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<<endif>><<endif>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<<endif>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]\n<<endif>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<<endif>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]\n<<endif>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>><<if $Madness gte 1>>[[Ask about HER.]]<<endif>><<elseif ($PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma) gte 5>>”Can I ask you about Tom again?” I begin.\nHis eyes narrow in suspicion, “You can ask, but I don't know anything more than what I've already told you.”\nFor the next few minutes, the two of us talk, Aaron sharing the same information as the previous time we talked, somehow managing to act forward while still feeling elusive.\nFinally, Aaron steps back from the bar, shrugging as if to ask, 'will that be all?'\n\nAsk about:\n[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<<endif>><<if $Day is 2>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<<endif>><<endif>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<<endif>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]\n<<endif>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<<endif>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]\n<<endif>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>><<if $Madness gte 1>>[[Ask about HER.]]<<endif>>\n\n<<else>>”I overheard you talking with Tanya this morning,” I begin, giving up on tact and deciding to be blunt instead.\nAaron's expression darkens like the roiling storm clouds outside, “And?” His voice is suddenly hard, taking on a dangerous tone. \nA red flag goes off in the back of my mind, the hairs on my arms and back of my neck suddenly standing on end.\nI forge forward anyway, trying to be a little more diplomatic with my words, though talking with people like Aaron has never been my strong point, “And, I thought we could talk about some of what was said.”\nAaron's lip curls with disdain, “Well fuck,” He growls. I notice that both of his hands are beneath the counter too late, the end of a short double barreled shotgun clears the counter before I have time to react. \nAt this range, the blast is like being kicked in the chest by a horse. It picks me up off my feet and nearly folds me in half at the same time.\nLooking down at my chest to see a bloody mess. //So, this is how I die?// The thought drifts across my mind in a strange calm. <<if $Armor is "true">>Its clear that my armored vest took a lot of the blow, but at such a close range it simply wasn't enough.<<endif>>\nI struggle to draw a breath, but the wheezing sound I make combined with the fact that I can't seem to draw in any air at all tells me all I need to know about my condition.\nMeanwhile, Aaron steps around the bar, casually discarding the two spent shells onto the floor before shoving a fresh one in place on both sides. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he closes the gun's break, “Knew you were going to be trouble from the moment I laid eyes on you,” He says, standing over me now, slowly he extends the gun, so close to my face that the twin barrels fill my vision, “But I was told to leave you be, that we could use you.” \nI can see just a hint of a sadistic smile creep onto his face just before my world ends.\nEND\n\n<<endif>>\n\n<<else>>”I wanted to ask you about someone that passed through town recently. Skinny redhead kid named Tom?”\nAaron gives me a kind of blank stare for a second, then he nods, “Maybe a month back?”\n“Sounds about right,” I reply, “Can you tell me anything about his stay? Did he stick around for long? Did he mention why he was here? Anything you can tell me could be important.”\nAaron sucks at his teeth for a second, his lips becoming a barely visible line as he tilts his head back. I can't help but notice that he seems a hint annoyed, “Like I said, he came through about a month back. Paid for a week in the same room I gave you. I saw him pass in and out of the building a few times, but we never really talked other than him paying for his room or ordering food. I don't recall seeing him after the first couple of days.” As soon as he finishes speaking, he turns his attention to the counter in front of him, using the dirty rag in his hand to wipe at a spot on the counter.\nI mull over this information, realizing that while he technically answered my questions, he didn't give me much to follow up on. “Anyone in particular he spoke to around town? No one mentioned what he was up to?”\nAaron gives me a look that clearly states 'are you stupid?' before he opens his mouth to reply, “People talk, I heard he visited the mansion on the hill, talked with a few people around town, I'm not sure who all. Only thing I can tell you is that in the mornings, he ordered his eggs scrambled, over fried potatoes.” \nWith a dismissive shrug, he looks at me like he's waiting to see what else I might say.\n\nAsk about:\n[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<<endif>><<if $Day is 2>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<<endif>><<endif>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<<endif>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]\n<<endif>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<<endif>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]\n<<endif>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>><<if $Madness gte 1>>[[Ask about HER.]]<<endif>>\n<<endif>>\n

<<if $Day gte 5>>Heavy drops of rain fall from the sky in a steady rhythm. I can feel every individual drop strike my heavy coat as it hits me.\n\n[[Continue through the rain.|Run down part of town.]] <<else>>As I walk, a light drizzle begins.\n\nAll around me, it's as if the air simply became //so// saturated with moisture that it can no longer hold it all, but is reluctant to release the water it holds.\n\nReluctantly, I pull my long coat a little tighter around myself.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>

<<if $GooCounter is 0>>A sound like thunder crossed with a cat trying to eject a hairball pulls my attention down the road I'm about to cross. \n\nNot thirty paces from me I can see two creatures. Humanoid, like a frog a fish and a human all got together to have some horrific bastard child. <<if $Read gte 4>>//Deep Ones.// The thought settles unpleasantly in my mind.<</if>> My pace falters and I quickly assess my options. \n\nTrying not to draw unwanted attention to myself, I step closer to the nearest building in an attempt to conceal myself. \n\nFor a couple of minutes I remain, listening to the //things// make their unnatural guttural sounds at one another. They seem to be searching for something, though thankfully their search does not draw them any closer to myself.\n\nOne of the creatures suddenly draws itself to it's full imposing height, it's head swiveling as it searches for something. Then it makes a deep huffing sound before both of the creatures quickly move off.\n\n//Somethings got them spooked, and if they're spooked I don't want to stick around to find out what spooked them.// Choosing a direction that shouldn't intercept their path, I hurry away.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>When I look down the stone path between two of these strange buildings, I freeze in place, my hand instinctively reaching for my .38 Special, "Shit," I mutter to myself.\n\nLooking back at me is <<if $Read gte 4>>a Deep One, <<else>>a massive fish-man, <</if>>it's gray-green scales glistening wetly. I can see it's body tense, it's too large black eyes blinking one at a time. \n\nIt makes a soft hissing sound that I can hear even from as far away as I am currently standing.\n \nDeep in my gut, I know this //thing// is about to attack. My .38 Special clears it's holster beneath my arm as I prepare myself for what is to come.\n\nBut it doesn't attack. Instead it remains tensed for a couple more seconds before looking to one side. It's head swivels back to me, then to the side a second time before it turns abruptly and leaves in the opposite direction.\n\n//What the hell was that about?// I have just enough time to think before I notice a soft jabbering babble from somewhere in the distance. \n\nDesperately wanting to avoid another confrontation with the tentacled thing, I too hasten to leave the area. I've covered quite a bit of distance before the thought crosses my mind, //Was that <<if $Read gte 4>>Deep One <<else>>//thing// <</if>>scared of the tentacled creature, or is there something more going on here that I'm not seeing?//\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<else>>The sound of something large moving about pulls my attention toward a nearby building, //if you can truly call these structures buildings in the traditional sense?// where I see movement inside.\n\nI cautiously approach, trying to see what is inside. \n\nLooming in the dark interior is <<if $Read gte 4>>a Deep One. The fish man is crouched low and it's barbed fins are splayed menacingly. <<else>>a creature that is neither man nor fish, thick gray-green scales cover a humanoid form. Wicked looking claws are visible at it's fingertips and toes. The least human thing about it however is the it's maw of razor sharp teeth and massive black eyes. <</if>>\n\nStooped low as it is, the creature scans the interior of the structure, occasionally letting out a soft wheezing hiss.\n\nNot wanting to draw it's attention, I back slowly away from the building, //What's it doing?// I wonder, unsure if it is looking for something, hunting something, or if there's some other reason for it's presence that I simply can not fathom.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

A smear of glistening white fluid draws my attention. Of their own accord, my footsteps draw me toward it, to where I can see a puddle of the stuff on the ground,\n\n<<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>I can see even before I reach the puddle that it's the same kind of White Goo I have seen before.\n\nInhaling, my nostrils are filled with the heady scent of the goo. I can feel my arousal growing and for just a second I feel dizzy.\n\n[[Investigate the White Goo further.|Ruins Goo 1]]\n\n[[Continue into the ruins.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<else>>The milky white slime seems thick, a thick musty scent, heavy with salt wafts off of the puddle. \n\nI can feel myself flush with arousal, and my head swims at the smell.\n\nFor a moment I look at the stuff, even prodding it with my boot. It juggles like a jello mold at my touch but clings to my book as I pull back.\n\n//Strange,// I think, taking a step back from the White Goo.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><</if>>\n\n

Stepping inside one of the strange buildings, I begin to look around. I'm not looking for anything specific, but it's not long before my eyes fall upon the large dip in the floor, a pool of sorts. \n\nInside of it, I see dozens, perhaps a hundred or more round orbs. Each orb is brown and brittle looking, shriveled like a raisin.\n\nI move closer, prodding one of the orbs with my boot and cracking it in doing so. A rancid smell strikes my nostrils with a suddenness that makes me gag. \n\nThick black fluid oozes from the cracked orb, chunks of grayish matter accompanied by bits of what might be small bones dot the fluid.\n\nPart of me wants to learn more, to figure out what manner of creature might have laid such eggs, but the smell of the thing is enough to force my retreat from the building.\n\nMy thoughts linger on the pool of rotting eggs as I return to exploring the ruins.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

I choose a building at random to explore. When I near it, I pause to listen for any signs of trouble, then enter through the oval portal a few paces away from where I am.\n\nInside, I let my eyes drift over the interior, taking in the smooth, featureless walls. With the exception of a noticeable dip in one part of the floor, I see nothing worth note in the building. \n\nPerplexed, I wonder what these structures might have been used for. //Was their use simply too alien for me to understand? Have the furnishings simply rotted away? Or am I simply not making a connection as to what their purpose was?//\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

I tense as I near something. The sound of falling stone, or whatever these strange structures are made of, being knocked to the ground by something unseen.\n\nMy hand slips beneath my long jacket in search of my .38 Special as my eyes scan my surroundings.\n\nThe last few stones from the small rock slide settle to the ground just a few paces from where I'm standing.\n\nI see no sign of anything that could have caused the disturbance, though I increasingly have the sensation of being watched.\n\nUneasy, and not feeling terribly inclined to discover what made the sound, I scan my immediate vicinity one more time then start to put some distance between myself and whatever might have caused the rock slide.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

I hear a sound almost directly behind me. A wet cracking sound like someone is breaking a particularly juicy melon.\n\nTense, I turn toward the sound. What I see is unlike anything I could have even imagined before arriving on this accursed island.\n\nA bird, if you can even call it that, half the size of a man, is perched on a broken building not ten paces from where I am standing.\n\nIt's form is almost human, though it's skin is black as night and had angry red lines that make it look like it's flesh has been torn to expose bloody wounds. Leathery black wings are partially spread, bony fingers make up a pale hand at the tip of each. Occasional feathers that look like they could rot off of the creature at any second adorn the wings. The head holds no semblance of humanity though, the head is elongated and in place of a face there is a mass of small tentacles that glisten a greenish black color and seem to glow from within. \n\nThe sound comes again, and I can see the creature's chest heave at the same time. I watch in morbid fascination as the creature's chest splits, revealing meat and bone as it opens like a gaping maw. \n\nWhat I see within looks like a human head, it's eyes looking directly at me. It grins and begins to giggle shrilly as the creature's rib cage closes again with that same unsettling wet sound.\n\nWith no further warning, it's wings spread wider than the creature's small stature would suggest, at least six feet wide. Then with a thunderous clap it's airborne. \n\nI watch as it raises into the sky, circling my position once, then gliding further into the ruins.\n\nRattled, and uncertain of what I just witnessed, I gather my wits and resume my exploration of the ancient ruins. \n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

My arms come up to shield my face as I fall, but I don't have to fall far. I splash down into the fluid, curled into a ball in an effort to protect myself as I go under.\n\nThere is a moment of surprise as I realize I struck bottom almost as soon as I hit the fluid. Straightening quickly, I gasp for breath while wiping the White Goo from my face. My skin starts to itch, quickly becoming something a little different. Its almost as if my skin suddenly doesn't fit and wants to be anywhere but on my body. \n\nFrantically, I try to get as much of the White Goo off of myself as I am able, but it proves to be a nearly impossible task when I am standing almost chest deep in it.\n\nI cry out suddenly as my body begins to change, every nerve in my body lighting up as if its on fire.\n\nThere is no doubt in my mind that my first priority has to be getting out of this river of slime, this river of White Goo. With that thought first and foremost in my mind I begin to scramble towars the land I can see looming in the fog ahead of me.\n\nWading through the thick White Slime, I strugle toward the land before me. Disoriented, I'm not even sure if its the island I began on, or the land I had been moving toward.\n\nThe slime coating me slows my movements, clings to me. I can feel my skin moving as if something alive crawls just beneath the surface. \n\n<<if $Taint lte 25>>By the time I reach the shore, my clothing is tight, my shirt barely able to contain my chest, my pants oncomfortable to the point of pain. I scramble up the steep slope when I reach it. \n\nI unbuckle my pants first, trying to relieve the pressure. But I don't take the time to look at myself, instead, with the pressure off, I reach for my shirt, tearing at it. \n\nWhen the front of my shirt rips, or rather the first couple of buttons tear free, I start to notice that my body has been nearly completely changed. My arms are thick, powerful, as if I'd spent my entire life training. My chest is the same, well defined muscle replacing the slight flab from before.\n\nMost striking however is the changes below my belt. Reaching down, I loosen my pants and free my cock from them. It lurches forth like something spring loaded as it comes free of my pants. My once proud cock is now massive, so large in fact that my eyes widen at the sight of it, //Dear God, its got to be a foot long.//\n\n[[Continue.|LowTaintEnd]]<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>The all too familiar feeling me changing washes over me. This time far more intense than anything I had felt before.\n\nThe feminine sound I make is somewhere between pleasure and pain. Unable to stop the sound, I struggle towards shore, scrambling up the steep slope up onto land.\n\nFalling onto my face, it takes several seconds before I find the strength to roll onto my back. \n\nMy chest feels impossibly heavy, and in spite of the liberal coating of slime on my body, I know that much of the moisture between my legs is from my own arousal. In that moment, my body trembles and shakes in orgasm even though I never touched myself. \n\n//Cock, I need to be fucked,// The thought is so intense that if there was a man present, //any// man, I would willingly spread me legs for him.\n\nBefore, I may have been physically a woman, but now this body embodies sex in a way that would put even a whore to shame.\n\n[[Continue.|HighTaintEnd]]<<elseif $Taint gte 70>>The all too familiar feeling me changing washes over me. This time far more intense than anything I had felt before.\n\nThe feminine sound I make is somewhere between pleasure and pain. Unable to stop the sound, I struggle towards shore, scrambling up the steep slope up onto land. My groin especially feels strange, aching as my little cock hardens then pulls painfully into itself.\n\nFalling onto my face, it takes several seconds before I find the strength to roll onto my back. \n\nMy chest feels impossibly heavy, and in spite of the liberal coating of slime on my body, I know that much of the moisture between my legs is from my own arousal. In that moment, my body trembles and shakes in orgasm even though I never touched myself. \n\nOne of my hands reach into my pants, moving to where my cock once was to find a vagina in its place. My hands still slick with the White Goo I had just waded through, I plunge them inside.\n\n//Cock, I need to be fucked,// The thought is so intense that if there was a man present, //any// man, I would willingly spread me legs for him.\n\nAnother orgasm crests, causing me to arch my back and cry out in pleasure before reluctantly withdrawing my hand once more.\n\nI know that my body may have been changing since coming to Wanton Cove, but if there was any doubt about that I was becoming a woman, any doubt would be erased now.\n\n[[Continue.|HighTaintEnd]]<<else>>The all too familiar feeling me changing washes over me. This time far more intense than anything I had felt before.\n\nI make a sound, like a breathless whimper. My coordination abandons me, causing me to fall in the White Goo several times as I make my way to the nearby land.\n\nStruggling towards shore, I scramble desperately up the steep slope onto dry land. My groin feels strange, like its been engulfed in a dull pressure bordering on discomfort. My chest however comes as a surprise. The budding breasts I had previously seem to be missing now.\n\nI fall onto my face, then with trembling arms roll myself onto my back. \n\nAfter a minute, I begin to inspect my body. My chest is flat once more, but it could easily be the chest of either a boy or an undeveloped woman. More troubling however is when I inspect below my belt and discover a complete lack of anything. My groin is completely smooth.\n\nI scream my horror and frustration. The thought of becoming a woman was horrible, something that shook me to my core, but this, . . . this is a fate infinitely worse.\n\n[[Continue.|MidTaintEnd]]<</if>>

A quiet falls over the forest. The petter patter of raindrops falling through the canopy above fades away, the sounds of insects and animals in the underbrush dropping off one small sound at a time. The change is so subtle that I nearly miss it entirely.\n\nMy boot makes a soft squelching sound in the muddy path I am walking along.\n\nI can feel my muscles tightening, tensing as you search for any sign of danger. I nearly jump when I feel something touch my arm. Instinctively I jerk away from the sensation, my eyes going to the place I can feel the touch. The touch does not change in anyway, it lingers, even though I can not see whatever it is.\n\nFearing something under my jacket, I quickly throw it off into the nearby underbrush, my free hand swipes at my arm where I still feel the thing, but I find nothing there.\n\nTerribly unsettled by whatever is happening to me, I look at my arm. //This is madness,// Like a lover's touch, I can feel a sensation like fingertips brushing across my skin. Even as I watch, I can see neat rows of goosebumps breaking out across my skin only in the places the phantasmal touch comes in contact with.\n\nI find myself rooted to the spot, unable to will myself to move as i watch the rows of goosebumps move up and down my arm.\n\nIn some dark and long forgotten corner of my mind, I can hear a soft whisper, a playful giggle coming from an infinite void intent to swallow the sound.\n\nMy wrist turns, a gentle touch rotating it so my hand faces upward. If I wasn't looking at it happen, I'd never believe it was true. I can feel those fingers trace across my wrist toward my hand, then my fingers part, I can even see the skin move as the ghostly hand takes hold of my own, intertwining it's fingers with my own. \n\n"The fuck?" My own shaken voice breaks the deafening silence around me.\n\nLike someone flipped on a light switch, the world around me comes alive again. The sounds of water dripping past leaves, insects and animals, all of it comes back as if it was never gone.\n\nStill staring at my hand, I can see the goosebumps across my skin slowly fade.\n\n//What the hell was that?// \n\nI do my best to ignore the way my hand trembles as I reach for my long jacket among the undergrowth.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]

The tentacled thing looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nMy pulse pounding in my ears, I face the inhuman //thing// before me. All of the tentacles waving about makes it difficult to determine where or how it may attack.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the tentacled thing! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tThe tentacled thing has barely been injured. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tThe tentacled thing falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses the tentacled thing.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at the tentacled thing.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the tentacled thing when you hit one of its flailing tentacles! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tThe tentacled thing is barely injured by your attack.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tThe tentacled thing falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses the tentacled thing.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with my First Aid Kit, I tend the worst of my wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> You turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the creature! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by the creature's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|tentacleThingLoss]]\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tThe abomonation's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tThe creature slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,4)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the creature! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tThe creature's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|tentacleThingLoss]]\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tThe tentacled thing's attack misses, several tentacles flailing at me innefectively.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tThe tentacled thing lashes out with its tentacles.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(2, 3)>>\n\t\tI take <<print $damage>> point of damage as it strikes me with its tentacles! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tI take the hit, but I'm not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|tentacleThingLoss]]\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tThe tentacled thing's attack misses, several tentacles flailing at me innefectively.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nThe tentacled thing attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,25)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tThe creature manages to escape, the chittering babble fading as it moves away from me.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tThe tentacled thing fails to escape me.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nI currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering the creature, I [[flee from my attacker.|Continue into the ruins.][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextRuins1]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextRuins1]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: [[Punch the creature.|RuinsFight2Start][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\t[[Shoot it|RuinsFight2Start][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|RuinsFight2Start][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|RuinsFight2Start][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|RuinsFight2Start][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|RuinsFight2Start][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|RuinsFight2Start][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|RuinsFight2Start][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

"Why would I want to do that?" I ask softly, watchful for any open threat from Cobb.\n\nHe must have noticed me tense up, because the next thing he tires to do is put me at ease again, "Don't mean it as a threat." He says defensively, "But others in these parts might." \n\nHe makes a show of looking around, as if watching for any potential voyeurs.\n\n"Thanks for the warning," I say half heartedly, my own eyes scanning my surroundings and seeing nothing of concern.\n\n"I'm serious," He says, looking me straight in the eye.\n\nWithout another word, he pushes off of the wall, turns on his heel, and walks away from me.\n<<if $SailorGoo1 is "Played">>\nI stand where I was until Cobb is out of sight. Once I'm convinced that he's gone, I kneel down for a better look at whatever he felt the need to hide from me.\n\nOn the ground is a small puddle of some kind of White Goo, Cobb's boot-print still partially visible in it. It takes me a moment to realize that the White Goo is putting off a faint glow.\n\nInspecting further, it's easy to see that the White Goo appears thick, but fluid.\n\nSighing, I look in the direction that Cobb went one last time, then turn my attention towards the main street through town.\n<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><<endif>>\nStepping away from the building, I [[Head into the center of town.]]

"I know this is a delicate subject, but my curiosity is getting the best of me," I say, watching Mr Morichi out of the corner of my eye, "Mind, if you dont want to answer, you can tell me 'no.'"\n\nMr Morichi sits down his cup of tea, looking towards me. His expression is a mixture of amusement and curiosity, "Makes me want to say 'no' already, just to head off whatever unpleasantness you're prepared to unleash upon me," Motioning with his hand to continue, "Please, ask."\n\nPausing for the briefest of moments, I come straight out with it, "I was wondering about your daughter."\n\nI can see his expression darken almost instantly, though it is difficult to tell if its in anger or sadness.\n\n<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 12>><<if $MorichiDaughter is 3>>You've met her," His voice is little more than a whisper, "And I have nothing to add on the subject."\n\nI can tell from his tone that he will not be saying more on the subject.\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]<</if>>\n\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]] <<else>>Carefully, I continue, "You said that she's a hermaphrodite," My voice is soft, "that's an extremely rare condition as I understand it."\n\n"It is," Mr Morichi says stiffly, his expression still unhappy.\n\n"You also said that she is a danger to herself."\n\n"True," He answers with only the one word.\n\nTaking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, "If you want me to change the subject, I can."\n\nMimicing my deep breath a few seconds earlier, I can see Morichi do the same befre speaking, "You may continue," He says, though I can tell he would rather I didnt.\n\nNot wanting to loose an opportunity, "Can you tell me a little more about her?"\n\n"Azumi," Mr Morichi says her name softly, almost reverantly. His gaze becomes distant as he looks out over the ocean, "Would you like to meet her?" He finally asks.\n\n"I would," I feel a sudden thrill at the prospect, but am not entirely sure why.\n\nMr Morichi stands suddenly, "Come with me please."\n\n[[Standing, I follow.|Azumi Room]]<</if>><<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 8>><<set $MorichiDaughter to 2>>Carefully, I continue, "You said that she's a hermaphrodite," My voice is soft, "that's an extremely rare condition as I understand it."\n\n"It is," Mr Morichi says stiffly, his expression still unhappy.\n\n"You also said that she is a danger to herself."\n\n"True," He answers with only the one word.\n\nTaking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, "If you want me to change the subject, I can."\n\n"Perhaps that would be for the best. Azumi is a," Mr Morichi trails off for a few seconds, picking up his cup of tea once more, "A delicate subject that I would prefer to avoid.\n\n//Strange,// I think, //I wonder if he wants to avoid talking about her because he has something to hide, or if he's just that ashamed of her.// I sigh inwardly, //At least I learned her name.//\n\nKnowing I'm unlikely to learn any more from him at this time, I decide to change the subject.\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]\n\n<<else>>Mr Morichi closes his eyes, taking a slow but deep breath before speaking, "I do not wish to speak of my daughter," He opens his eyes and looks at me, "Her very existance is a source of heartache and shame, and I would much rather dwell on happier things."\n\nReaching for his tea cup, he takes a small sip before turning his eyes back out across the waves.\n\nWith no doubt that burther questioning on this subject will only serve to wear out my welcome in his home, I decide that it would be best if I changed the subject.\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]<</if>>\n\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]\n<</if>>

As I make my way down the muddy forest trail, my clothes feel heavy from the moisture and clammy against my skin.\n\nDoing my best to ignore the worst of the chill, I pick up my pace a little.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>Over the roar of heavy rain pummeling the canopy above, I hear a loud crack that draws my attention overhead. I have just enough time to see a large black bird moving from branch to branch before I loose sight of it.<<else>>A soft sound overhead draws my attention. There, in the branches above is a large black bird looking down at me. \n\nUnsettled by the beady black eyes staring so intently at me, I continue on my way. About twenty paces further down the trail, I glance back, but there is no sign of the big bird.\n\n//Didn't even hear it take off.// I think, feeling unsettled.<<endif>>\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]

I look to the side as I hear something moving in the undergrowth nearby. \n\nMoving a step off of the trail to investigate, the movement suddenly stops, replaced by something that sounds like a cross between a hiss and a growl. \n\n//Something doesn't like me being here,// I think with a little smirk. Stepping back to the trail, I start to walk again, keep half an eye on the place the movement and sound had come from.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]

Through the trees, I can see something looming in the shadows. I pause to take a look. \n\nSome kind of stone pillar, overgrown over countless years with moss and small plants. It is hard to tell for sure, and it would likely take hours of pulling at the plants clinging to it to be sure, but I doubt that the formation is a natural one.\n\n<<if $Geography is "Played">>//Maybe it's some bit of those ruins that are supposed to be here on the island?//<<else>>//Maybe its a part of some old building?<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]

I glance down at a large rock embedded in the trail, coming to a halt when I notice something. \n\nWithin the stone's surface, its immediately obvious that there are shapes and patterns etched into the rock, though those shapes and patterns are far too faded from the passage of time to make out the entire series of images. \n\nMost of what I can see are just strange patterns that <<if $Read gte 1>> remind me of the ones I have seen in the old book I found beneath the Church in Wanton Cove<<if $Fountain is "Played">> or even the engravings etched upon the fountain in the little park along main street<</if>>, but its difficult to say for sure.<<else>> I am unfamiliar with the markings, though I do have the nagging feeling that they are somehow familiar.<</if>>\n\nKneeling down, I pull a bit of the moss away from the stone, revealing a significantly less faded piece of the stone even if it only contains a partial image. My eyes trace the partial outline of something large, possibly the outline would have once encompassed the entirety of the engravings on the stone. Part of what looks like it could be a bat's wing is partially visible, I pull at a bit more of the moss, revealing a large eye. <<if $Madness gte 2>>//It may be watching me,// I think as I stare at the eye for several long heartbeats. <<else>>As the seconds tick forward, I begin to feel uneasy looking at the eye. <</if>>Releasing the moss in my hand, it falls to obscure the eye once more.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]

The sound of branches moving is momentarily louder than the falling rain. I look up quickly, shielding my eyes from the water making its way through the canopy above. \n\nSeveral branches are moving, clearly having been disterbed by something overhead, but no matter how hard I look, I am unable to find the source. \n\nUneasy, and feeling like something is watching me, [[I begin to walk again.|Trail]]

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Stepping into the park, I feel a chill wind as if from nowhere wash over me. \n\nMy skin breaks out in goosebumps like a rash and I involuntarily shiver and pull my long coat tighter around myself.<<if $Day gte 5>>\n\nSomewhere in the distance, I can hear thunder rumble. I shiver as I feel an icy drop of water slip down my back.<<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]

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A feminine grunt pulls my attention to a nearby alley.\n\nIn the alley, a woman is kneeling in the mud, a large dog poised over her.\n\nI'm almost instantly in motion, reaching for my .38 Special, when I realize that the woman isn't being attacked by the dog.\n\nI pause, <<if $Depravity lte 7>>disgust evident on my face.<<else>>a hint of arousal washing over me.<</if>> The woman's skirt is pulled up around her hips, the dog thrusting roughly into her. Her own thrusts are timed to meet the animal's violently thrusting hips.\n\nThe woman's eyes meet my own, a wanton moan escaping her full lips as the dog thrusts forward one last time, burying its knot inside of her.\n\nFor several seconds, I stand there, the woman's gaze holding my own.\n\nShivering, not entirely from the dampness of my jacket, I pull my gaze away and [[leave the alley behind me.|Run down part of town.]]

<<set $Depravity += 1>><<if $Taint gte 95>>Just a little reluctant, I turn towards Azumi. Without warning, she leans in to kiss me on the lips. I can hear her moan happily at the contact. \n\nWith a push, I land on my back on her bed. She quickly straddles me, her hands running over my chest through my clothes once, causing a pleasant tingle, befure she roughly shoves my shirt up over my head. \n\nLooking up into her deep brown eyes, I can see raw hunger in her expression. Once my shirt is off, her hands quickly move to my crotch.\n\nWith a tremble, I lift my hips, allowing her to pull my pants down. She climbs off of me just long enough to pull my pants free and toss them on the floor before she pounces on me. Taking hold of both of my legs, she lifts them up into the air, spreading them slightly then draping them over her shoulders. \n\nShe takes her cock in hand, guiding it to my moist slit.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as Azumi's cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of her cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as she settles balls deep inside of me. My eyes bulge at the feeling of her massive cock inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, she holds herself deep inside me before she pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds she's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as she begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\nThere's a look of pure euphoria on her face.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the Azumi a moment to line herself up with my willing hole. With a gentle nudge, she presses forward, her cock sliding into my pussy. \n\nShe then pulls back, then thrusts forward as she begins to fuck me. Looking at her face, she looks to be in a state of complete bliss.\n\n<<endif>>Azumi's hips thrust wildly, with no sense of technique, but instead with a raw need. \n\nAll I can do is moan beneath her as she repeatedly plunges into my depths.\n\nSuddenly, she shoves forward, I can feel the crown of her cock press past my cervix to peek inside my new womb just before she starts to tremble on top of me. Her cock bulges inside of me as it throbs, filling my core with a liquid warmth that brings me to orgasm. My cervix spasms, kissing the tip of her cock as it tries to receive more of her seed.\n\nHer expression is affectionate as she pulls back, her still hard penis slipping free of my hole with a wet sound. I look down to see a strand of her cum connecting us as it sags before finally breaking.\n\nA shy smile crosses her lips, then she quickly stands up, turning away from me as she picks up my pants to return them to me.\n\nIt takes me a minute, especially given how distracted I am by the sight of her naked body, her hard cock still glistening with a mix of our fluids, but I finally get dressed again.\n\nWhen I sit back on the bed, she quickly joins me again, clutching at my arm once more and rubbing her face against my shoulder in a gesture that makes me think of a cat.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 75>>I turn towards Azumi, my other arm slipping around her middle to pull her to me. \n\nWith a surprising display of agility, she pivots and lands on my lap, straddling me. A faint smile is obvious on her lips.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at her, admiring her beauty while wondering if I should really be doing this. \n\nI barely have to lean forward to take one of her nipples into my mouth. She moans loudly in delight. After a moment, I move to her other nipple. I can feel her hands encircling my head, grabbing a fist full of hair in each hand as she presses my face into her breasts. By the time she releases me, we're both breathless.\n\nReaching under herself, she unbuckles my pants and shoves them part way down my hips to expose my embarassingly small manhood. She glances down, but shows no sign of dissappointment at the sight. Instead, she lowers herself onto my lap and starts to grind her hips against me. I can feel the tip of my little cock catch at her opening as it slides up and down her slit, but never quite entering her fully. \n\nThe feeling is incredible, and I fall back on the bed, closing my eyes as I try to simply enjoy the sensation of my little cock gliding along her feminine folds.\n\nIt doesn't take long before I can feel the first signs of an impending orgasm, her own movements quickening as she too grows close. She presses down hard on my groin with the next rock of her hips, and I finally feel my short length slip inside just in time to start cumming. At the same time, I can feel her pussy quivering around me, and as I open my eyes, her cock jerks, sending a thick rope of cum flying through the air, most of which flies right over my head, though a little bit of it catches me across the forehead and one cheek.\n\nFor the next several minutes, I try to catch my breath. All the while she continues to move her hips slowly, seemingly to savor the feel of my little penis inside of her pussy.\n\nEventually, she smiles down at me, a little color creeping into her cheeks, //She runs around naked, and NOW she acts embarrassed?//\n\nShe looks away self consciously, then slips out of my lap to sit on the bed beside me. I can tell from the angle of her head that she is looking at my crotch as I pull my pants back in place.\n\nWhen I finally sit back up, she scoots up beside me, pressing her body against my side again.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 40>>As if sensing my thoughts, Azumi stands up quickly, reaching for my pants and pulling them roughly down. The moment my already hard cock comes into view, she smiles broadly, a twinkle in her eye as if she just found some coveted prize. \n\nHer sudden aggression makes me hesitant, but she shows no sign of noticing.\n\n"Fuck me from behind," She says, excitement clear in her beautiful voice. Without waiting for any response from me, she crawls up onto the bed on her hands and knees before looking over her shoulder at me.\n\nI pause, looking at the view before me. She has a perfect ass, smooth and pale, with a small anus. Below that is a glistening pussy, so wet in fact that I can see a bead of her juices running down the inside of her thighs already. Beneath her pussy is her scrotum, filled with two full testicles, and her big cock dangles hard beneath her, bobbing with every movement she makes.\n\n"Hurry," She says, arousal thick in her voice.\n\nStepping out of my pants, I move onto the bed behind her. Buying myself a moment of reprieve, my fingers find her pussy, sliding along her velvety folds. She presses back against my fingers, moaning lewdly as she does so. \n\nAfter a few seconds, I replace my fingers with my penis. I barely touch her slit with the tip before she presses back, somehow managing to line herself up perfectly and take me balls deep inside of her with a single swift movement.\n\nHer body trembles, and I realize that the mere act of penetration was enough to make her cum. I waste no time, taking hold of her hips and starting to fuck her. The wet slapping sounds made from our contact fills the room with a steady rhythm. The sound punctuated by her wanton moans.\n\nI can't help but marvel at how tight she feels around me, especially since my manhood has shrunk so much since arriving in Wanton Cove.\n\nNo matter how muck I would like the feeling to continue forever, its not long before I can feel my balls starting to pull tight, my cock swelling slightly as I try to hold back for a few more precious moments. \n\nI can feel her pussy clamp down suddenly, quivering around my length. Suddenly, I couldn't hold back any more if my life depended on it. My cock throbs, firing a blast of my cum into her pussy, a second, third, and even fourth stream flows forth with no sign of slowing. All the while she cries out with her own orgasm, her pussy seemingly intent to milk me dry. My cock twitches again, my balls starting to ache as they give up the last of their contents.\n\nAzumi makes a soft sound of protest as my wilting manhood slips free of her hole, though when she rolls onto her back, there is a content look on her face.\n\nReaching for my pants, I start to put them on. In the meantime, Azumi spreads her legs, showing me her pussy as she begins to play with it. I can see my cum slowly leaking out of her hole as she pushes it back inside with her fingers.\n\nOnce I'm dressed again, I reach out, offering her my hand. She takes it and I pull her back into a sitting position before sitting beside her again.\n\nShe makes a contented sound as she snuggles up beside me.\n\n<<else>>"So, you really want me to have sex with me?" I ask, my tone curious.\n\nAzumi looks up at me with surprise, biting her lip as she nods.\n\nI stand up, working the buckle on my pants before taking them off. Meanwhile, Azumi lays back on the bed, spreading her legs for me.\n\nMy eyes are drawn towards the pillar of flesh jutting up from her groin, but my cock seems only interested in the welcoming hole resting beneath it. I crawl onto the bed as I get into position, reaching down, I guide my member to her slit where I slide it along her sopping wet folds once before pushing forward. \n\nThough her pussy is tight, I have no trouble sliding into her. I can feel my balls press firmly against her flesh as my full length enters her.\n\nShe looks up at me, bliss on her face and adoration in her eyes. When I start to move, her eyes roll back in her head slightly as she moans lewdly. \n\nAfter the first couple of thrusts, she begins to move her hips, her movements matching my own perfectly. Between her tightness, and her clear carnal talent, I know I wont last long.\n\nShe wraps her legs around me, her heels on my ass as she encourages me to fuck her harder. I oblige, my pace speeding up significantly. Less than a minute later, my rhythm becomes erratic as I fight to hold back just a little longer, and even so she's still able to match my movements. \n\nWith a loud roar, I struggle to hold back just a fraction of a second longer, but when her heels spur me into her depths again, I loose all control as I begin to paint her womb with my seed. Her vagina convulses around my length, her body trembling as she experiences her own orgasm. I feel something wet splash against my shirt as her cock jerks, spraying cum everywhere.\n\nLong after all my seed is spent, I can feel her pussy still quivering as it tries to coax just a little more out of me. I can see her cock still leaking a lazy stream of cum that is pooling on her belly.\n\nWith some reluctance, I sit up, my wilting cock slipping free of her hole with a soft, sticky wet sound. For a moment, I look at her, enjoying the view of her body before reaching for my clothes to redress.\n\nA couple of minutes later, I sit back on the edge of the bed as she moves to sit beside me.\n<<endif>>\n<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>>\n<<set $AzumiSex += 1>>

<<set $random to random(1,4)>><<if $DeepFight is "Played" and $random gte 2>>Walking along the waterfront, my coat pulled up tight around my neck to ward off the worst of the weather, I hear a sound like a grunt to one side.\n\nGlancing in that direction, I see someone, //no, its one of those things,// I quickly correct myself.\n\nHunched in the shadow of a warehouse, the fishman stands right where the water running off the roof washes over his back, the torrent of water running down its body.\n\nI tense, prepared for the creature to attack. Instead, he looks back at me. His too large eyes stare, a milky silver sheen overlays the large black orbs.\n\nWith slow movements, his big hand holds its tapered cock. The gray-green length is impressive in size, nearly a foot in length.\n\nRooted to the pot, I consider my options, knowing full well that in spite of its current lack of hostility, that could easily change at any moment.\n\n[[Fight.|Combat A]]\n<<if $Depravity gte 5>>[[Watch.|Watch Deep One Masturbate.]]<</if>>\n[[Back Away.|Leave Deep One]]\n\n<<else>>As I near the waterfront, I see something white and glistening in the rain slick rocks near the shoreline.\n\nI decide to move closer to investigate.\n\nWhen I near the white mass, I find not a puddle of White Goo, but instead I find the remnants of a dead jellyfish that has washed up on shore.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]<</if>>

<<if $Mutation gte 6>>I'm barely two paces inside of the room before I hear someone curse. Conversation in that part of the room quickly dies out. Then, like a ripple in a pond, conversations begin to fade then die out across the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nThough people are trying not to be obvious about it, I can tell that nearly everyone is looking at me. //I've become a freak, twisted almost beyond recognition by this place.//\n\nMy thoughts delve to dark places as I continue to cross the room.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>Walking across the room, conversations trail off as I pass each table, people looking at me with clear distaste as they see the terrible mutations I have experienced.\n\nTugging my coat tighter around myself as if it can somehow shield me from their scrutiny, I momentarily have to fight the urge to yell at them, to demand answers to what has been happening to me. However, the cold looks in their eyes suggest to me that no answers would be forthcoming.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>When I start to make my way across the Barmaid's Daughter, I can't help but notice the way some of the patrons are looking my way. \n\nSelf consciously, I pull my coat tighter around myself in the hopes of hiding the worst of my mutations, but it only seems to make them stare harder.\n\n<<else>>Just inside the Barmaid's Daughter, my attention is drawn to a table towards the far corner of the room where several locals are talking and laughing loudly.\n\nAbout half of the people at the table are obviously female, and it's hard to tell for sure with a couple of others. \n\nit's only a moment before I turn my attention back to the room as a whole.\n\n<<endif>>[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

A short distance down the street, walking toward me, I see <<if $GooCounter is 0>>a burly sailor, a tuft of hair visible through his shirt where his top button is not done.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>a slightly built, feminine sailor. At a glance, I could almost mistake him for a woman. <<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>a female sailor, her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her hard eyes meet mine for a second before looking away. <<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>\n\nIn a few more steps, the two of us have closed the distance between us. Then, in the blink of an eye I've passed the sailor. \n\nI let my gaze flicker over my shoulder at the receding figure, but all I see is the dull brown raincoat and the drooping rain hat on the sailor's head. <<if $Day gte 5>>\n\nAll the while, the rain pours from the sky relentlessly.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]

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/% Messages will be cumulative (i.e. a message will be received for each tier crossed). %/\s\n<<set $SailorGoo1 to "Played">><<if $LastTaint lt 5 and $Taint gte 5>>\nAbsently, I begin to realize that I feel a little different.\n\nI turn my attention to myself. \n\nThe changes are subtle, but noticeable. \n\nMy skin is a hint softer than before, the hair on my arms not quite as coarse.\n\nMy hands reach up to touch my face. Again, my skin feels softer than I'm used to, my stubble not as coarse or long as it was before.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 10 and $Taint gte 10>>\nOnce again, I start to notice changes to myself.\n\nMy skin has continued to soften, not soft exactly, but much less leathery than before.\n\nMy once short hair has started to tickle my eyebrows where it has lengthened.\n\nI have the passing thought that this might be tied some way to the White Goo I have been encountering.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 15 and $Taint gte 15>>\nThis time, when I notice the subtle changes about myself, I notice a bit of sensitivity to my chest.\n\nWhen I pull my shirt out to look, I find that much of the hair on my chest has fallen out, and my nipples are pink and swollen.\n\nA bit of discomfort at my crotch draws my attention to that region. When I reach into my pants, I find my cock hard and drooling, yet somehow it feels slightly smaller than before.\n\nThe implications make me more than a little uneasy.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 20 and $Taint gte 20>>\nI feel my middle tighten, my belly slimming even as I seem to loose some mass in my hips. \n\nMy hair falls over my ears as it seems to grow a couple of inches in the matter of seconds.\n\nMy pants suddenly loose on my hips, I tighten my belt a notch, my expression grim.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 25 and $Taint gte 25>>A hint of sensitivity washes over over my body, finally settling on my chest. \n\nGlancing at my hands, they look smoother, more feminine than before. Quickly reaching under my shirt, I find that my chest has become smooth, the skin softer than I am used to.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 30 and $Taint gte 30>>This time, when I feel the changes hit me, the discomfort is seems more centralized than usual. The sensations feel centralized around my hips and crotch, making my pants feel tighter around the hips, but not unpleasantly so.\n\nLooking at my hips, they look slightly flared, like those of a woman nearing the end of puberty.\n\nNervously, my hand slides into the front of my pants, finding that my cock feels noticeably smaller than it should be.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 35 and $Taint gte 35>>I feel a slight itching across my hands. The sensation tingles up my arms, slowing on my throat before settling on my face.\n\nTouching my face, the angles of my chin, my jaw, don't feel as angular as they once were. Instead, they feel slightly smoother.\n\nDeep down, I suspect that my sharp, manly features have softened somewhat.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 40 and $Taint gte 40>>I shiver as I feel the all too familiar feeling of change make its way through my body. \n\nThis time, the feeling starts in my crotch, making my cock and balls ache for a few seconds before the sensation shifts upward, my shirt becoming subtly tighter as my chest begins to feel slightly more sensitive.\n\nInspecting myself, I find that my once proud cock has shrunk again. And my chest now sports a pair of swollen bumps that appear to be the start of breasts.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 45 and $Taint gte 45>>When the changes come this time, it starts with my face, lingering as it moves towards my throat like molasses on a cold January morning. \n\nI let out a soft gasp as the sensation gets past my throat and continues down the rest of my body in a matter of a few seconds.\n\nMy hand touches my face, feeling the surprisingly smooth contours of my chin and jaw, my nose smaller and less bulbous than before. \n\nWhen my hands reach my throat, I discover that my Adams apple is considerably less prominent than it once was.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 50 and $Taint gte 50>>An ache settles into my chest, my shirt becoming tighter as my chest seems to push forward.\n\nMy hands come up to cup my chest, feeling the subtle mounds beneath my shirt.\n\nAlmost as soon as my hands touch my budding breasts, the sensation shifts lower. I can feel my butt plump slightly, my hips swelling noticeably a second later.\n\nTaking stock of the changes I've experienced since arriving in Wanton Cove, I've little doubt that I know why there are so many feminine looking men in the town.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 55 and $Taint gte 55>>I feel a tingle in my balls, my cock growing hard in my pants. \n\nAlmost painfully, my cock twitches, cumming hard in my pants. \n\nI reach out, catching myself on something so that I don't fall to my knees.\n\nA whimpering moan escapes my lips, my hair falling into my eyes as I continue to cum. \n\nMy entire body trembles in the after effects of the orgasm I just experienced. Without reaching down, I already know that my cock is considerably smaller than it was just a little while before.\n\nAbsently, I brush my shoulder length hair out of my face.\n\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 60 and $Taint gte 60>>\nIt feels as if something soft slides over my skin. I shiver as I feel like my skin doesn't quite fit for a couple of seconds.\n\nInstead of dissipating, the sensation instead moves towards my chest where it intensifies. My chest swells uncomfortably, breasts filling my shirt pleasantly. \n\nThe feeling continues to centralize, causing my nipples to harden, becoming even more sensitive than before.\n\nFor almost a minute, I stand in place, waiting for the feeling to pass, and my breathing to normalize again.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 65 and $Taint gte 65>>\nOnce again, I feel a brief tingling across my skin that seems to settle at my crotch.\n\n//Please, no,// I think desperately. My hands reach for my crotch as if I can somehow protect it from the change.\n\nHowever, my attempts to shield myself prove futile. My little cock hardens, twitching and jerking as I begin to cum. \n\nMy balls ache as I shoot stream after stream of thick cum into my pants.\n\nWhen the feeling finally passes, I can't help but cup my crotch. I let out a little whimper when I feel just how small my once proud cock has become\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 70 and $Taint gte 70>>A shuddering moan escapes my lips, a feeling like silk sliding across my skin starts at my hips, causing them to swell slightly. My little cocklet throbbing as it becomes hard.\n\nFor a second, I fear that my already diminished cock is going to shrink once more, but before I can feel any changes there, the feeling begins to creep out across my body like a slow motion ripple along my skin.\n\nWhen the feeling reaches my hands and feet, it seems to slow. I rise one of my hands, watching in horrified fascination as my fingers thin, becoming more feminine and delicate before my very eyes. \n\nA moment later, the same sensation drifts across my face, a feminine moan escapes my lips. The sound of my own voice is enough to unsettle me almost as much as the more physical changes.\n\nAs the feeling finally passes, I reach up, touching my face, taking note of how the angles are smoother now, how the skin is as smooth as velvet.\n\nMy hands tremble slightly as I lower them to my sides.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 75 and $Taint gte 75>>I nearly break into tears of frustration as I feel the changes coming this time. \n\nThis time, the sensation rushes through my body, finally slowing when it nears my breasts and crotch.\n\nMy breasts push forward, filling my shirt, but not quite to the point where it would be uncomfortable. I can feel the areolas around my nipples expanding slightly as my nipples grow proportionately to the rest of my breasts.\n\nBelow, my little cock hardens and throbs, my balls pulling tight to my skin as I begin to cum in my pants, spraying more cum than I thought my little balls couple still hold. My cock seeming to shrink with every spurt. \n\nWhen my tiny cock finally starts to deflate, it feels as if it's pulling into a sheath. \n\nHesitantly, I reach down into my pants to find my little cock has pulled up into a hood, almost like an over sized clitoris. Beneath my diminished manhood, I can find no evidence of my balls.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 80 and $Taint gte 80>>The sensation starts in my scalp this time, I can feel my already shoulder length hair tickle my neck as it begins to slide down my back. \n\nWhen the feeling like velvet sliding over my skin shifts forward to my face, it seems to linger. I fight the urge to reach up, to touch my face, even as I feel my lips plump, the bone structure in my face soften.\n\nWith no warning, the feeling moves down my body, like cold water being poured over my skin. I can feel my entire frame slim down, shedding at least a dozen pounds before the feeling rebounds from the tips of my toes to race back up my body. \n\nMy hands seem to raise of their own accord towards my chest when the faint tickling begins around the two growing orbs, my nipples aching with need as they harden.\n\nLost in the moment, I pinch my nipples through the fabric of my shirt, a soft feminine whimper excaping my lips.\n\nOpening my jacket, I start to pull at my shirt, to pull it free of my skin and give myself unhindered access to my breasts.\n\nI freeze in place, my eyes snapping open as I realize what I am doing. My eyes dart about, looking for anyone who may have taken notice.\n\nWith a shuddering sigh of relief, I pull my jacket tightly around myself, partly to cover myself up, but mostly to keep myself from touching my sensitive breasts any more than I already have.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 85 and $Taint gte 85>>I shudder as a feel a pressure near my groin and hips. \n\nWith a whimper, my tiny cock twitches and jerks, even though it releases no cum this time. Again, I can feel it pull back into my body, and even without reaching down, I already know that my cock is barely a quarter inch long and tucked neatly away under a little hood.\n\nWhen I start to reach for my crotch, I find that my pants are becoming increasingly tight as my hips flare making my pants almost painfully snug around my hips.\n\nBy the time I finally reach my hand into my pants, I find exactly what I expect, a pea sized penis above a large smooth area where my balls should be.\n\nPressing down on the flesh where my scrotum should be, I find the flesh slightly yielding, as if I could push my fingers inside of myself if only I pressed hard enough.\n\nI jerk my hand free of my pants, my mind reeling at the implications of any further changes.\n\n//I'm not a man anymore, but neither am I fully a woman yet.// I think in horror. //What exactly// does //that make me?//\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 90 and $Taint gte 90>>A slow, creeping feeling, like a thousand spiders skittering across my skin in unison starts at the tips of my toes.\n\nI look down in horror, expecting to see some terrible thing engulfing me, but I see nothing. \n\nThe feeling continues upward, passing my ankles, up my legs, over my crotch, . . . I tear at my shirt, pulling it free to expose my smooth, feminine belly.\n\nAs I watch, I see my skin ripple before my very eyes, like a thousand worms writhing just beneath my skin as they continue their relentless march upward. \n\nThe skin left behind is smoother and softer than any female's I've ever laid eyes on. Even at a glance, its obvious that I've shed several pounds of weight.\n\nBut the feeling still continues upward, sliding over my breasts, causing my nipples to harden painfully even as I shudder in revulsion.\n\nWhen the sensation hits the nape of my neck, I fight the urge to gag as the tickling, writhing feeling moves up my throat.\n\nA helpless feminine whimper escapes my lips as the feeling moves over my face. For a split second, I swear that I could feel something coiling and twisting on my tongue before the feeling passes.\n\nTrembling where I stand, it takes me at least a minute to compose myself once more.\n\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 95 and $Taint gte 95>>The air in my lungs is expelled in a rush, leaving me gasping for breath. I feel as if my groin is being torn out of my body, by way of my throat, my entire body compressing at the same time as my body slims noticeably. \n\nLike molten iron, I feel my guts shifting and twisting as it reforms my insides into something that feels hollow, empty, aching with the need to be filled.\n\nWhen the pain begins to subside, I suffer the savage realization that in light of my other transformations, I am now almost certainly female in all but mind.\n\nMy new cunt throbs with need, causing me to whimper softly. In that moment, I realize that if I could force words from my lips, I'd cry out to be fucked.\n\n//Perhaps my mind has begun to fail me as well,// I think with worry, knowing full well that I would like nothing better than to have a hard cock thrust into my body at this very moment.\n\nI don't know how long it takes me to regain my composure, to bring my breathing back under control.\n\nAs I straighten once more, I am intimately aware of the sticky wetness of my crotch.\n<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 100 and $Taint gte 100>>Unexpectedly, a small orgasm hits, making me weak in the knees as I tremble and moan. \n\nClosing my eyes, I hear a whisper in the back of my mind, //Ra'shi ka'chou re. Reh'leh lu Zal'chaas.// \n\nA second, stronger orgasm staggers me, my eyes closing as I stifle a moan.\n\nI see //her,// standing in the shadows, watching me with her featureless face. Even without eyes, I can feel her looking straight at me, staring into my soul. \n\nBehind her, the shadows seem to writhe like lovers in erotic embrace, her cock hardening visibly as she beckons me closer.\n\nMy eyes snap wide open, a startled gasp escaping my lips. For several seconds, my eyes dart from place to place, searching for her in every shadow. \n\nAs my pulse begins to slow, I take a deep breath to calm myself.\n\nI can feel the dampness between my legs, thick, mucousy moisture running slowly down the inside of my thigh. I can't help but notice that my arousal only fades slightly over the next few minutes.<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 105 and $Taint gte 105>>My pussy quivers with need, moisture dampening my thighs as I try to will the feeling away with only limited success. <</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 110 and $Taint gte 110>> \nMy arousal reaches a peak, my cunt throbbing as I cum. Within seconds, the inside of my thighs, along with my pants, are soaked.\n\nI barely resist the urge to slip my hands into my pants, to shove my fingers into the aching void between my legs.\n\nMy hands trembling at my sides, I manage to regain most of my control once more.<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 115 and $Taint gte 115>>\nWith a feminine whimper, I reach for my crotch. My hand slides into my pants, finding its way to the humid warmth of my pussy. \n\nMy breathing trembles as my fingers slide along the outside of my pussy. \n\nMy eyes closed as I savor the feelings coursing through me, my fingers nudge forward, first one, then two, sliding between the folds of my pussy. \n\nI feel my thumb brush against my clit, my knees giving out causing me to fall to the ground. I can feel myself biting my lip as my thumb brushes it a second time.\n\nMy whole world narrows to my arousal. \n\nWith my free hand, I reach up, cupping a sensitive breast through my shirt.\n\nBetween my legs, my fingertips find the opening of my pussy, lightly probing around it long enough to make my entire body tremble in anticipation, then I slide two fingers inside.\n\nThe sound of my wanton moan is clear in my ears as my fingers slide slowly inside of my aching pussy. My fingers probe my depths, bringing me waves of pleasure as I begin to work my way towards a powerful orgasm.\n\nMy fingers begin to work more quickly, the pressure in my loins growing, and my body becoming more tense. \n\nWith a helpless cry of pleasure, my orgasm hits with the force of a tidal wave.\n\nI regain my senses slowly, once again becoming aware of my surroundings. I can feel myself blush at the thought of anyone seeing my display, but it appears I didn't draw any unwanted attention.\n\nWhen my fingers come free of my pants again, I find them slimy with my pussy juice, glistening in the dim light.<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 120 and $Taint gte 120>>\nA wave of arousal washes over me, leaving me breathless. The orgasm that follows makes me swoon, staggering before I can regain my composure.\n\nA second orgasm comes on the heels of the first. This one is so intense that my vision blurs. \n\nWhen my eyes begin to clear, I see a figure standing before me. Pale and naked, shadows shifting behind her as she approaches. \n\n//Ra'shi ka'chou re. Tra'neleth ma gurch'kle. Reh'leh lu Zal'chaas. Shuh'thuu!// \n\nHer head tilts to one side, as if she is studying me. Somehow, her featureless face seems riveted on me. Her body seems to glow from within, her cock growing to full hardness. \n\nMy eyes are riveted on her crotch, my pussy aching to be filled as my arousal continues to grow to almost unbearable heights. \n\nFrom the tip of her throbbing cock, a translucent fluid dribbles, pooling on the ground into an all too familiar puddle of White Goo.\n\nI stumble towards her, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting the delicious White Goo on the ground between her legs.\n\nMy fingers reach out, catching some of the goo as it falls. As I bring that hand to my mouth, eagerly eating the fluid, my other hand already reaching for the pool on the ground. \n\nAs I swallow the fluid, I feel my pussy quiver as another orgasm washes over me.\n\nI don't know how long I'm there before I begin to return to my senses, but when I do, //she// is long gone. I can feel the after effects of an orgasm lingering on the edges of my awareness. The dampness between my legs feels thick and slimy, reminding me of the White Goo I've encountered.\n\nShaken by the experience, I look around. Part of me is surprised that I didn't draw any attention to myself. But then, given my experiences in Wanton Cove up to this point, I don't know that I should be surprised.\n\nMy whole body aches to be fucked, and unlike before, the feeling doesn't seem to fade.<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 125 and $Taint gte 125>>My arousal overwhelms me. I can feel the hot humidity within my pants, my aching cunt throbbing with need.\n\nI close my eyes, trying to think of anything that might help me get the rising tide of arousal to subside. \n\nWith a feminine whimper, I know I lost the battle even before it began, one of my hands already reaching for my pussy while the other slips up under my shirt to fondle one of my sensitive breasts.\n\nIt only takes seconds before I have my fingers buried in my cunt, thrusting in and out of my aching hole like a piston. \n\nI cry out with a shuddering moan as I reach my first orgasm, but in spite of the blissful release, my arousal only continues to grow. \n\nMy eyes snap open at the sound of a zipper being drawn. I'm filled with revulsion and horror as I see a cock, larger than mine once was, throbbing inches from my face, but at the same time, my mouth waters as it craves the feel of it on my tongue.\n\nI try to pull back, but the action proves difficult with one hand in my pants, the other inside of my shirt. Before I can even begin to shuffle away, my eyes rivited to the throbbing pillar of manhood before me, I feel a hand grab a fist full of my hair, preventing any immediate chance of escape.\n\n<<if $Phil is "Played">>"Come on girly, you know this is what you want, otherwise you would have left this island long before now," A rumbling male voice says. Just the sound of the voice is enough to trigger another orgasm. Some small part of my mind tries to place the familiar voice, but I can focus my thoughts on nothing but quivering rod before me. Instead I feel my lips parting as the bulbious head of the cock before me brushes my lips. <<else>>"Come on girly, you know this is what you want, otherwise you would have left this island long before now," A rumbling male voice says. Just the sound of the voice is enough to trigger another orgasm. Some small part of my mind tries to take note of the unfamiliar voice in the hopes of identifying it later, but I can focus my thoughts on nothing but quivering rod before me. Instead I feel my lips parting as the bulbious head of the cock before me brushes my lips.<</if>>\n\nI want to gag as I feel the man's cock on my tongue, but my changed form betrays me as my lips wrap firmly around the invading member, the heady scent of his musk triggering a third small orgasm.\n\nThe hand in my hair begins to guide my head, his hips thrusting as he drives his cock into my willing mouth.\n\nIt isnt long before the man's movements become erratic, his breathing ragged. I know instinctively, and from personal experience, that he must be nearing his own orgasm.\n\nWhile the thought of a man using my mouth like this fills me with revulsion, my body continues to betray me as I feel my biggest orgasm yet beginning to crest.\n\n"Swallow it all like a good little slut," The man growls, his cock swelling between my lips just moments before it begins to fill my mouth with his seed.\n\nThe vile, thick seed coats my tongue and mouth, but I find myself unable to resist the need to savor the taste. \n\nWhen my own orgasm finally hits, I feel myself swallowing the cum in my mouth, my whole world going gray as I loose consciousness.\n\nI don't know how long I layed on the ground, but when I began to come to my senses once more, I could still detect the salty sweet taste of the man's cum on my tongue. \n\nFeeling arousal starting to build again, I quickly focus my thoughts on regaining my composure. \n\nI cast my gaze around me, searching for whoever had taken advantage of me, but seeing nothing to indicate who it may have been.\n\nShuddering, partly in arousal, partly in disgust, I quickly get my clothes back in order.<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 130 and $Taint gte 130>>I bite my lip lightly, my hands casually roaming my body through my clothes.\n\nI consider stopping in fear that someone may take notice, but the thought is quickly pushed aside. \n\nTaking a quick look around at my surroundings, I move to a secluded place, then slide one hand into my pants.\n\nMy satisfied sigh fills my ears as my fingers slide over the slick folds of my pussy. \n\nBare seconds later, I have my other hand up under my shirt, my palm cupping a fill breast as my fingers begin to trace slow circles around my nipple, occasionally pausing to tweak the sensitive tip.\n\nSensing that I am more than wet enough, I don't even pause to play with the outside of my pussy before I shove my fingers inside, //If only I had a big, hard cock to shove up inside of me!// The thought startles me, but its soon forgotten in the haze of my arousal.\n\nI can hear the wet sounds of my fingers thrusting roughly into my eager cunt, desperately trying to push my fingers deeper inside of myself, trying to fill myself in ways that my fingers could never do.\n\nMy lustful moans begin to turn to frustrated cries as I try frantically to drive myself to orgasm.\n\nFor several minutes, I thrust my fingers into myself before I can finally feel the beginnings of an orgasm approach. When it finally hits, my body trembles slightly, my soaking wet fingers and my sopping wet cunt aching from the rough fingering I had been giving myself.\n\nThe orgasm is a small one this time, and barely enough to put my arousal back in check.\n\nWhen my fingers come free of my pants again, I rise them to my lips, barely noticing the thick white slime as I begin to eagerly clean them.<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 135 and $Taint gte 135>>As I walk, I find myself looking not at people's faces, but instead at the crotches of the men I cross paths with. \n\nMore and more, I wonder what those cocks might taste like, and whether I could bring myself to allow one of them into my aching cunt.\n\n//This is wrong! I need to stay focused on the task at hand! I need to find some way to reverse these changes!// A voice in the back of my mind screams. But some other part of me seems to know that the damage is done, that whatever is happening to me is almost certainly inevitable by now. \n\n//Reh'leh shlo'thrach, na u'chu cherrbe, Zal'chaas!// I think at the voice. \n\nThe voice in the back of my mind becomes less certain, more scared. It quiets and withdraws, as if slinking off to some dark pit to hide, or perhaps to bide its time until the moment is right to try saving me one last time.\n\nThe smile that I feel pulling at my lips makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 140 and $Taint gte 140>>Unable to continue, I fall to my knees as my arousal becomes too much to bear.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of pulling at my clothing, trying to expose my naked flesh to the pleasures my hands can potentially bring me. \n\n"Ain't this a pleasant sight," A soft male voice says from somewhere nearby.\n\nMy aching cunt throbs in response to the voice, begging to be filled as my fingers find their way to my sopping wet sex. \n\nI moan when I feel a hand on my ass, a smooth male voice says something, but I can't make out what.\n\n//This can't be happening! I have to snap out of this!//My inner voice screams, its frantic tone heavy with panic. \n\nThe voice fades into the background when I feel the hand on my ass slide to my hip. I can feel something, I don't even care what, probe at my pussy for a moment before finding my opening and pushing inside with agonizing slowness.\n\nFeeling my cunt stuffed full of cock is enough to trigger a powerful orgasm that leaves my body quivering. \n\n"You've got a nice cunt," The voice comments contentedly.\n\nAll I can do is marvel at the size of the cock stuffed inside of me, it feels like it could reach my stomach if he only pushed a little harder. I can't resist the urge to press back against him harder.\n\nWithin seconds, he's established a rhythm, the wet slapping sounds of his hips striking my own is the only sound that fills my ears.\n\nIt isn't long before I feel him tense, shoving deep inside of me. Feeling his cock swell, I begin to cum, my pussy gushing juice around his big cock. A split second later, I feel his cock jerk and twitch as he fills my cunt with his seed.\n\nHe withdraws from me slowly, savoring the feeling of my pussy trying to milk the last of his cum from his cock. \n\n"I'll be seeing you around," The man sounds breathless, "Maybe I'll even get another shot at you before //she// takes notice of you.\n\n//But she already has,// I think to myself, panic warring with a nearly all consuming lust within me.\n\n//I need to get away from this place. I have to get away. But I can't leave now, my mistress needs me.// I feel tears begin to flow from my eyes, and I barely suppress the urge to curl into a ball where I lay on the ground, //God? Someone? Anyone? Please. Save me from this place, . . . //\n\nIt takes me several minutes to compose and redress myself again. \n\nUnsteady, I manage to stand, cum flowing slowly down the inside of my thigh. <</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 145 and $Taint gte 145>>Every step that I take seems to make my arousal more pronounced than the last. Though I'm revolted by the thought of remaining a woman, part of me wonders if I'd allow myself to be changed back even if I miraculously found some cure for whatever has been happening to me.\n\nI hear myself moan softly, my hands trailing down my body towards my aching cunt. I can feel my nipples hardening almost painfully within my shirt.\n\nWithin seconds, I'm lost to my lust, my thoughts and attention on nothing but the pleasure I can bring myself.\n\nI don't know how long I kneel with my fingers shoved deep inside of my cunt, but my first orgasm doesn't come until I feel a rough, callused hand slide under my shirt to grope one of my breasts.\n\nI try to look up at my assailant, but the dim light, combined with my inability to focus through my arousal prevents me from getting a good look at the man.\n\nA moment later, my jacket is pulled from my back, my shirt pulled over my head immediately after. \n\nThe man pulls my hands from my pants, moving them towards his crotch. I need no further encouragement as I reach out, working to free him of his britches.\n\nI almost have him free of his pants when I feel another pair of hands working to free me from my own. Without encouragement, I raise my hips, making it easier for the second person to remove my pants.\n\n"I still can't believe that this one turned out to be even more of a slut than that red headed kid," The man behind me says, humor in his tone.\n\nWhile I try to focus on the voice enough to identify it, I loose my train of thought as the man in front of me shoves his cock between my lips. I moan, my tongue darting out to taste the crown of his cock. as I wrap my lips around his thick shaft.\n\nI cry out in rapture around the cock in my mouth as I feel the man behind me slide his cock into my hungry cunt.\n\nIt doesn't take long before the two men have found their rhythm, the man in front of me fucking my face roughly while the man behind me takes me like a bitch in heat. \n\nSomewhere deep inside of me, I feel a whimper of resistance, but its quickly washed away by my all consuming arousal that has become my world. I bounce eagerly between the two hard shafts.\n\nAlmost in unison, the two men shove as deeply into me as they can, my cunt clamping down on the cock inside of it while I nearly gag on the cock buried in my throat.\n\nI feel a searing hot stream of cum gush into my pussy, filling it to overflowing as the cock inside me satisfies its need. \n\nMeanwhile the cock in my throat pulses, shooting its first torrent of cum directly into my throat. The man quickly pulls back, the second rush of his seed spraying across my tongue. My lips instinctively clamp down around the head of his cock, trying to keep it inside of my mouth while I desperately try to swallow all of his seed.\n\nWhen the two men release me, I collapse to the ground, cum leaking from both my mouth and my pussy as I lay there, curled into a fetal position, naked to anyone who might see me.\n\nAs I lay there, I listen for the little voice in the back of my head, the one that has warned me to leave this place, that has cautioned me in the past, but I only hear silence in return.\n\nI choke back a sob, my eyes watering with unshed tears.\n\nIt takes me a long time to dress myself. I think someone is watching me as I do so, but my shame prevents me from even looking up to see who it might be.\n\nOnce I am finally dressed again, I make my way unsteadily to my feet again, my eyes finally rising to look around myself. I see no indication of who might have just used my body like that of a common whore.<</if>><<if $LastTaint lt 150 and $Taint gte 150>>Overcome by my lust, I feel the last of my will give out. \n\nMy cunt aches with such a desperate need to be filled, that I nearly rip my pants from my body to get at it. The second I feel the cool air against my snatch, one of my hands finds its way between my legs, eagerly sliding two fingers into the soping wet hole between my legs. \n\nI cry out, a mixture of pleasure from the feeling, and of victory at having taken the first small step towards satisfying my bodys desperate need. \n\nI sag to my knees, kneeling on the ground as I piston my fingers in and out of my needy hole.\n\nFor a long time, I am lost in the sensations coursing through my body. No matter how many times I bring myself to orgasm, its never enough. \n\nSomewhere nearby, I hear a male voice, familiar, but I'm unable to focus through my haze of lust enough to identify it, "I'm impressed, I thought he would last longer," The first voice says.\n\nA second, less familiar male voice returns, "It must have been the Mistress's will, I'm sure she will have a special place for this one."\n\nI thrust my ass into the air, gyrating my hips in the direction of the voices, "P-please, fuck, fuck me please!" I beg.\n\nA second later, I feel a hand on my ass, a whimper of frustrated pleasure escapes my lips. I move my hips, hoping the hand might find its way between my legs.\n\n///Smack!// The hand slaps my ass hard. I yell in surprise.\n\n"Aren't you a<<if $Mutation gte 3>>n ugly little slut,<<else>> precious little thing,<<endif>>" The first voice says, almost purring when it continues, "Don't worry, that cunt of yours is going to get well used tonight."\n\nI know that the words should alarm me, but my pussy quivers at the promise of being used.\n\nThe two men take hold of me, helping me to my feet. Their hands taking liberties with my body while I whimper and beg them to do more.\n\nThe pair walks in silence. Half carrying, half dragging me. I'm dimly aware of dark, shifting shadows in the trees around me. Then the trail opens up into a massive, deep cave. <<if $cave gte 2>>//The Cathedral.// The thought is cone as quickly as it comes.<<endif>>\n\nBut I completely forget my surroundings as my eyes fall on her. I know there are other figures in the clearing, all wearing dark hooded cloaks, but my eyes are for her alone.\n\nHer featureless face tilts to one side, and I know in the core of my being that she is looking at me, [[appraising my worth.]]<</if>><<set $LastTaint to $Taint>>\n\n<<if $Taint lte 149>>[[Shaken by this experience, I continue on.|$PostTaintLink]]<<else>> <</if>>\n\n\n

//It’s worth a try, right?// I think to myself, reaching for the leather bound tome beneath my jacket. Her expression turns serious, like a shadow falling over her soul when the book comes into view. Watching her reaction, I open the book to the place I saw her likeness before. Her eyes widen at the sight, and her cock begins to swell. “A picture of me?” The awe in her voice is enough to make my heart race with joy. \n\nI somehow pull my gaze away from her cock and look her in the eyes, “I don’t know. It’s something I found, and I wanted to see if it meant anything to you.”\n\n“Am I really that pretty?” Her voice is filled with innocence and wonder.\n\n“Yes,” I manage to say softly, “You really are that pretty,” //You're as beautiful as a goddess.//\n\nShe bites her lip, a smile barely touching her eyes, “I’d fuck me.”\n\nThe simple statement seems so absurd that it snaps me back to the present. Closing the book, she makes a slight pout. Once the book is out of sight, she crawls back up onto the bed again, moving to my side and pressing herself against me.\n\n<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>>\n

<<if $GooCounter is 0>>A sudden thump on my door draws my attention.\n\nCautiously, I make my way towards the door, my hand going to the knob. \n\nListening carefully, I can hear a scuffing, shuffling sound from the other side of my bedroom door.\n\nTaking a slow, deep breath, I pull my .38 Special with my free hand, then turn the knob.\n\nThe door to my room bursts open with enough force to rip the doorknob from my hand. In an instant, I see two faces flash past my own, both with a shocked expression on their features.\n\nThe woman hits the floor hard enough to let out an unladylike grunt of discomfort, the man falling on top of her.\n\n//Do they have no shame? Were they seriously making out against my door?// I think in shock, reholstering my .38 Special, then reaching down to help the couple back to their feet.\n\nThe man lets out an embarrassed chuckle, while the woman blushes crimson and looks anywhere but at me.\n\n"Sorry about that," The man says sheepishly as he finds himself standing once more. \n\n"I hear this place has rooms for rent if you need one," I reply sarcastically.\n\nAs soon as the woman is back on her feet, she mumbles a soft "sorry" then exits, her man only a couple of paces behind her.\n\nClosing my door once more, <<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>A soft thump against the wall, from somewhere outside in the hallway outside of my room, draws my attention. \n\nStepping to my room's door, I open it quietly, easing my head out to see if I can spot the source of the sound.\n\nHalf way down the hall is a couple. The woman is leaning against the old faded wallpaper while the man leans towards her. With one of his hands to each side of her head as he kisses her lightly.\n\nFor a moment I watch, the woman's hands cupping the man's crotch, their kiss being passionate to the point of scandalous.\n\nShaking my head and stifling a chuckle, I close the door, giving the couple their privacy.\n\nTurning my thoughts back to why I'm in Wanton Cove, <<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>A soft thump against the wall, from somewhere outside in the hallway outside of my room, draws my attention. \n\nStepping to my room's door, I open it quietly, easing my head out to see if I can spot the source of the sound.\n\nHalf way down the hall is a couple. A woman, her skirt pulled up around her hips is pressed firmly against the wall by a large man. One of his hands is against the wall to steady himself, while the other firmly grips the woman's thigh as he holds her legs open. \n\nGrunting with his effort, the man fucks the woman with swift, violent thrusts.\n\nAfter watching for only a few short seconds, I slip back into my room, closing the door behind myself again.\n\nTurning my thoughts back to why I'm here, <<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>>[[I continue about my business.|Your room.]]

Inside of the park, I look back towards the main street running through Wanton Cove. \n\nStanding on the far side of the street, away from where I'm standing, a figure wearing a heavy black raincoat is standing in front of a small store. The cap on the figure's head droops, water dripping from its edges as the cap serves to cloak the figure's features from my view.\n\nI can't help but think that the figure is looking at me as they stand there for several long heartbeats.\n\nIn the time it takes me to blink, the figure is in motion, walking down the street towards the <<if $GooCounter lte 1>>waterfront, <<else>>Barmaid's Daughter, <<endif>>their pace full of purpose.\n\nI watch the figure go until they disappear behind one of the buildings that line the street.\n\n[[Return my attention to the park.|overgrown park]]

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>>Something powerful strikes the dock, rocking it hard enough for me to lose my balance momentarily. I drop to one knee to catch myself, preventing a fall. \n\nScanning the area around myself, I see a flash of movement. A hand, gray-green with black talons at the tips of each finger, grasps the dock. I watch in horror as a creature pulls itself up on to the docks.\n\n<<if ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 9 && $Read gte 5>>//Deep One,// I instantly recognize the beast from my study of the old leather bound book I found beneath the church.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>I almost instantly recognize this vile creature from its depiction within the old leather bound book I found beneath the church.\n\n<<else>>I gape openly at the horrific thing as it climbs onto the dock.<<endif>>\n\n“Back away!” I yell at it, taking a step back as I do so.\n\nThe creature however merely bobs its head in an odd gesture, then its lips pull back to reveal a row of glistening wet teeth.\n\nMy whole body is tense as I ease back another step. The creature takes a step towards me, its hands spread wide. Its entire body ripples with powerful muscles as it looms closer. I can see that if it was not hunched over, it would tower over me. \n\nThen, almost faster than I can track, it’s in motion\n\n<<set $DeepCombat to "true">><<set $playerAction to "duncel">><<set $EnemyFlee to "False">><<set $enemyBrawl = random(5,15)>><<set $enemyDefense = random(9,15)>><<set $enemyHP = random(8,9)>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><<set $Madness +=1>>[[Fight.|DeepOneCombat]]\n

"Maybe you can tell me a little bit about yourself?" I ask, wanting to learn a little more about the woman.\n\n"Oh, me?" She replies, a hint of color creeping into her cheeks, "Not much to tell about."\n\nShe lets out a little sigh around the small smile touching the corner of her lips, "I used to be involved at the Church, trying to help out wherever I could, but once our pastor," A look of sadness crosses her features, "Once he was gone, there wasn't much left to do around Wanton Cove." She seems to draw up a little, indignation entering her voice as she continues, "I wasn't going to become one of those hussies down at the tavern."\n\nTaking a deep breath, she recomposes herself a little, "So instead, I spend most of my time at home, cooking, cleaning," She gestures at the Bible on the lamp stand beside herself, "and reading the Good Book."<<if $Madness gte 2>>\n\n\n//Is it God, or her faith that has sheltered her from the corruption of this place?//\n\nA soft laugh threatens to sceape me, //No matter, I fear I am beyond redemption.//\n\nFocusing my attention on the present, I meet Ms Sherwood's eyes.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>\n\n//Does the Good Book protect you? Is God looking over you even now, keeping the horrors of this place away from your door?//\n\nI feel a twinge of something unfamiliar deep inside of myself but I do not have time to analize it.<<else>><<endif>>\n\nI nod in understanding. "Sound like a real test of your faith." I add, unsure how else to respond.\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 3>>Her eyes linger on me for several seconds, her expression hard, like she is judging me. //Guess my changes are getting to her.// I think darkly.\n\n//Better change the subject before she thinks too much on my changes. Something tells me she isn't the type to just accept something like this easily.// <<else>>"Thank you," Ms Sherwood says, flushing slightly. I find myself mildly surprised to smell a hint of arousal in the air.\n\nLooking across at her, I can see that she's setting tensely in her chair, her eyes lingering on my crotch\n\n//Maybe I should change the subject.//\n\n[[Try to seduce her|Sherwood Sex]]<</if>>\n\n[[Did you think of anything you could add about the waterfront?]]\n\n[[What about the man with the limp you mentioned before?]]\n\n[[You said your brother was leaving on the fishing boat?]]\n\n[[You seemed a little intimidated by Aaron?]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon|Sherwood Pastor Talk]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.]]<</if>>\n\n<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Ms Sherwood what she knows about Azumi.]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[Done asking questions for now.|Ms Sherwood's House]]

Breathing heavily from exertion after the fight, I look up and down the street, seeing no sign of another person anywhere. \n\nI take a deep breath to calm myself.\n\n<<if $random is 1>><<else>><<if $EnemyFlee is "true">> <<else>><<if $weaponChance lte 5>>\nTaking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found <<print $AmmoLoot>> rounds of ammunition.<<set $Ammo = $Ammo + $AmmoLoot>>\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>>\n<<else>>Taking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>><</if>><</if>><</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|Run down part of town.]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\n

<<if $Taint gte 95>>Once in my room, I watch Tanya begin to undress. She's half way to naked before I have the presence of mind to start taking my own clothes off.\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>When her eyes fall on mydiscolored, deformed body, she blances. I can see some of the color leave her face, and her usual lustful manner is replaced by a mix of disgust and pitty. \n\nTo her credit, she recovers quickly. A warm smile on her face once more, I can see only a hint of pitty in her eyes as she approaches.<<else>>She looks at my newly female form. Her eyes don't hold the same degree of lust they might have if I was still a man, but there's plenty of curiosity in her gaze.\n\nThere is a hint of her arousal in the air. I breathe deeply of the scent. My arousal seems to increase, a tickle starting on the inside of my thigh as a drop of my own arousal descends down my leg.\n\n//Maybe the smell isn't entirely her.// The thought crosses my mind.\n\nLooking at me, Tanya steps forward, slowly closing the distance between us.<<endif>>\n\nHer fingers touch my skin, the sensation they cause as they lightly drift over my body causes goosebumps to break out wherever she touches.\n\nStepping even closer, we are not quite touching, though she's so close I can feel the warmth of her body, "I might prefer men, but I //do// know how to please a woman as well," She purrs in my ear.\n\nHer soft lips touch mine. It feels nice, and I allow myself to become lost in the moment as she moves just a little closer, her breasts brushing lightly against my own before her body presses firmly against mine. \n\nWhen her tongue presses past my lips, I let it, my own tongue thrusting forward to dance with hers. I hear a soft moan, though I am unsure, and uncaring, as to whether or not it is my own.\n\nPressing against me harder, I involuntarily take a step back my back pressing against the wall. Her hand strays between my thighs. I instinctively part them, the air cool against my sopping wet pussy. Her fingers drift between my folds, causing me to shudder and cling to her. This time I know that the moan is my own as she stifles it with her kiss.\n\nHer fingers explore my new vagina with expert skill. I'm like putty in her hands, her talented fingers bring me to orgasm within seconds. Her body pressing me into the wall is the only thing that keeps me upright as she continues without showing any sign of letting up.\n\nWithin a minute, my knees give out as a second, more powerful orgasm rocks my body. She's not strong enough to hold me upright any longer, instead she slides down the wall with me, never stopping what she is doing.\n\nHer thumb brushes my clit while two fingers find, and probe lightly at my hole. I cry out, barely able to breathe past her lips as I cum for a third time. My entire head feels like its spinning, I feel disoriented, and between my legs, her fingers begin to move faster.\n\nWhen my pussy convulses in orgasm a fourth time, its so intense that I see spots for several seconds, her fingers riding me through my orgasm.\n\nI gasp for breath as she finally breaks our kiss, "Multiple orgasms, one of the best things about being a girl," I can hear clear amusement in her voice.\n\nShe steps back from me, looking down at my quivering body. <<if $Mutation gte 4>>The excited smile on her face quickly fades when her eyes take in my mutated form.\n\nWith her expression becoming sad, she turns her attention to finding her clothing and redressing herself.<<else>> There is clear mischief in her eyes as she watches me.\n\nAfter a few seconds, she leans forward, kissing me on the cheek before turning her attention towards finding her clothes and dressing again.<<endif>>\n\nShe's almost fully dressed again when I've regained the presence of mind to reach for my pants. I quickly fish out my wallet with fingers that feel awkward and uncoordinated. Pulling a $10 bill from within, I hand it to her. \n\nWith a little smile, she takes it, stuffing the money down the front of her dress before giving me a little wave and heading for my room's door.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>><<else>>Tanya reaches out, taking my hand, "Lead the way," She says with a <<if $Mutation gte 4>>sad<<else>>coy<<endif>> smile.\n\nFeeling a rush of excitement, I lead her up the stairs to my room.\n\nOnce inside, I close the door behind us, locking it before turning back towards Tanya.\n\n"I need you inside of me," She pants, <<if $Mutation gte 4>>not quite able to meet my eyes <<else>>meeting my eyes for only a second <<endif>>before turning to the bed.\n\nShe crawls onto the bed, on her hands and knees. Once she's perched on the edge of the bed, her ass pointing towards me, she looks over her shoulder towards me, <<if $Mutation gte 4>>the hint of a smile on her lips faltering as she looks at me. She lets one hand rise<<else>> one hand rising<<endif>> to brush a strand of wavy red hair from her face.\n\nA smile finds it's way onto her pink lips as she starts to pull the hem of her dress up. Once her dress is up over his hips, I have a clear view of her pale, freckled ass. Her cunt is visibly swollen and red with arousal.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 65>>My own undersized cock swells with arousal. //Its now or never,// I muse, hoping my size won't be a disappointment. <<else>>My cock is hard in my pants, straining for release. //No sense keeping the lady waiting.// I think with a smirk.<<endif>>\n\nI quickly unbuckle my pants, letting them drop to the floor before kicking them off. When I step forward, I let one hand brush lightly over her smooth ass.\n\nShe lets out a small, appreciative moan at my touch.\n\nMy other hand strays between her legs, feeling for her sex. My fingers come away slick with her arousal.\n\nStepping between her legs, I start to line myself up with her wet and willing hole.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 65>>I brush the tip of my cock against her pussy, then push forward, feeling the tip slip inside of her. About the same time, she looks over her shoulder at me, as if wondering when I am going to penetrate her.\n\nI can't help but blush in shame as I realize my manhood has shrunk to a point she doesn't even know I'm already inside of her.\n\nSeeming to sense my predicament, she rocks her hips back, her pussy moving around my diminished manhood. \n\nTrying to put the thought aside, I start to thrust, her movements quickly matching my own. Even if I'm smaller than I once was, her pussy still feels nice.<<else>>The moment the tip of my cock slips inside of her, she thrusts back, impaling herself on my hard rod. Instinctively. I reach out to hold her hips as I start to fuck into her, her own movements matching mine as she meets my thrusts.\n\nThe way her tightness tries to pull me back in with every exit, it's almost as if her pussy is sucking me back in with every thrust.<<endif>>\n\nIt isn't long before her cunt proves too much for me. I thrust myself balls deep inside of her, holding her hips to mine as my cock pulses and twitches inside of her.\n\nTanya moans loudly as I <<if $Taint gte 65>>dribble my cum into her pussy.<<else>>fill her pussy with my cum.<<endif>> Once I'm completely spent, I begin to withdraw, her pussy still tugging at my cock like it's trying to milk every last drop of seed from my shaft.\n\nShe rolls onto her back when my cock falls free of her <<if $Taint gte 65>>loose<<else>>well-used<<endif>> cunt. Her fingers trail to her well used hole where she begins to play with the <<if $Taint gte 65>>bit of <<endif>>cum that has begun to leak from her pussy.\n\nAfter a few seconds of watching her, I pick my pants back up, pulling my billfold from the back pocket.\n\nIt only takes a moment to retrieve a $10 bill from my billfold.\n\nTanya's eyes flicker between the money and my face, <<if $Mutation gte 4>>her smile seems a little hollow. <<else>>a hint of a smile on her lips. When she sit's up, her dress falling partially back in place to hide her dripping slit, "Promise we can do this again some time?" She asks seductively.<<endif>>\n\n"We'll see," I say, holding the money out towards her.\n\nTaking the money, she stuffs it between her breasts.\n\nOn her way to the door, she pauses only long enough to give me a little kiss on the cheek.\n\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<endif>><<set $Money -= 10>>[[Get dressed.|Your room.]]<<if $Depravity lte 2>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>

<<if $Taint gte 95>>Once in my room, I watch Tanya begin to undress. She's half way to naked before I have the presence of mind to start taking my own clothes off.\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>When her eyes fall on mydiscolored, deformed body, she blances. I can see some of the color leave her face, and her usual lustful manner is replaced by a mix of disgust and pitty. \n\nTo her credit, she recovers quickly. A warm smile on her face once more, I can see only a hint of pitty in her eyes as she approaches.<<else>>She looks at my newly female form. Her eyes don't hold the same degree of lust they might have if I was still a man, but there's plenty of curiosity in her gaze.\n\nThere is a hint of her arousal in the air. I breathe deeply of the scent. My arousal seems to increase, a tickle starting on the inside of my thigh as a drop of my own arousal descends down my leg.\n\n//Maybe the smell isn't entirely her.// The thought crosses my mind.\n\nLooking at me, Tanya steps forward, slowly closing the distance between us.<<endif>>\n\nHer fingers touch my skin, the sensation they cause as they lightly drift over my body causes goosebumps to break out wherever she touches.\n\nStepping even closer, we are not quite touching, though she's so close I can feel the warmth of her body, "I might prefer men, but I //do// know how to please a woman as well," She purrs in my ear.\n\nHer soft lips touch mine. It feels nice, and I allow myself to become lost in the moment as she moves just a little closer, her breasts brushing lightly against my own before her body presses firmly against mine. \n\nWhen her tongue presses past my lips, I let it, my own tongue thrusting forward to dance with hers. I hear a soft moan, though I am unsure, and uncaring, as to whether or not it is my own.\n\nPressing against me harder, I involuntarily take a step back my back pressing against the wall. Her hand strays between my thighs. I instinctively part them, the air cool against my sopping wet pussy. Her fingers drift between my folds, causing me to shudder and cling to her. This time I know that the moan is my own as she stifles it with her kiss.\n\nHer fingers explore my new vagina with expert skill. I'm like putty in her hands, her talented fingers bring me to orgasm within seconds. Her body pressing me into the wall is the only thing that keeps me upright as she continues without showing any sign of letting up.\n\nWithin a minute, my knees give out as a second, more powerful orgasm rocks my body. She's not strong enough to hold me upright any longer, instead she slides down the wall with me, never stopping what she is doing.\n\nHer thumb brushes my clit while two fingers find, and probe lightly at my hole. I cry out, barely able to breathe past her lips as I cum for a third time. My entire head feels like its spinning, I feel disoriented, and between my legs, her fingers begin to move faster.\n\nWhen my pussy convulses in orgasm a fourth time, its so intense that I see spots for several seconds, her fingers riding me through my orgasm.\n\nI gasp for breath as she finally breaks our kiss, "Multiple orgasms, one of the best things about being a girl," I can hear clear amusement in her voice.\n\nShe steps back from me, looking down at my quivering body. <<if $Mutation gte 4>>The excited smile on her face quickly fades when her eyes take in my mutated form.\n\nWith her expression becoming sad, she turns her attention to finding her clothing and redressing herself.<<else>> There is clear mischief in her eyes as she watches me.\n\nAfter a few seconds, she leans forward, kissing me on the cheek before turning her attention towards finding her clothes and dressing again.<<endif>>\n\nShe's almost fully dressed again when I've regained the presence of mind to reach for my pants. I quickly fish out my wallet with fingers that feel awkward and uncoordinated. Pulling a $10 bill from within, I hand it to her. \n\nWith a little smile, she takes it, stuffing the money down the front of her dress before giving me a little wave and heading for my room's door.<<set $Taint += 2>><<else>>"Well, dont keep a girl waiting," Tanya says playfully, her hand brushing my crotch.\n\nUnable to suppress a grin, I take her hand and lead her to my room.\n\nAlready hard, I have my pants half off before the door is even closed behind us.<<if $Mutation gte 4>>\n\nHer expression looks troubled at first, but then softens a little when she sees the state of my arousal.<<endif>>\n\n"A little anxious, aren't we?" Her smile takes on a hint of mischief. <<if $Taint gte 65>>My little cock is rock hard and pointing straight at her. <<endif>>\n\nI just smile in response, stepping out of my pants and moving towards her. Tanya lets out a playful squeal and darts away from me. I instinctively pursue, chasing after her, naked from the waist down. She only squeals and laughs louder than before.\n\nWith the small room, it only takes a few short seconds to corner her near the bed. She feints one way, then tries to run past me in the opposite direction, but she's not fast enough to escape. \n\nI catch her around the middle, pulling her towards me. Tanya almost melts into my arms, snuggling into my embrace with her back towards me. I nuzzle her hair, bringing my lips to her neck, a happy little sound escapes her lips.\n\nSlowly, with my free hand, I pull her dress up while maneuvering her towards the bed, "Its not nice to run away from a paying customer," I say softly through my smile.\n\nTanya turns her head, kissing the corner of my lips before I let go of her, causing her to fall to the bed. \n\nLanding on her hands and knees, I let one hand slide between her legs where I find her hot and humid pussy. A whimpering sound escapes her lips when my index finger brushes her clit.\n\nMoving closer, I rub my cockhead across her slit several times, slow strokes along the entire length of her slit. She tries to move back, to drive me into her, but each time, I pull my cock quickly away.\n\n"Quit being mean," She pouts<<if $Mutation gte 4>> a little<<else>>, unable to hide her smile.<<endif>>\n\nThe next time I feel her opening against the tip of my cock, I nudge forward, allowing my penis to slide inside of her with almost agonizing slowness. <<if $Taint gte 65>>I'm troubled at how soon my short cock bottoms out inside of her, while I can feel her all around my length, it still feels like I've barely entered her.<<endif>>\n\nA soft moan escapes my lips as I feel my hips press against hers. At the same time, I hear her say softly, "Oh, //god yes,//" as her body shudders in pleasure. <<if $Taint gte 65>>//Guess I'm not too short for her to enjoy it,// I muse.<<endif>>\n\nI hold her hip with one hand, my free hand massaging her ass cheeks, first one, then the other, giving a lingering squeeze from time to time. The whole time, I fuck her pussy with slow, steady thrusts.\n\n"Fuck me //harder// please," Tanya begs.\n\nEverything within me wants to do exactly that, but I restrain myself,<<if $Taint gte 65>> fearful that with such a small penis that I'll simply fall out of her if I'm more vigorous.<<else>> continuing my slow, gentle strokes for perhaps a minute more.<<endif>> When she lets out a needy whimper, I thrust into her hard on the next stroke, causing the whimper to become a moan of pleasure.\n\nI consider maintaining the slow pace once more, but my balls are beginning to ache with the need for release, and I simply do not have the restraint to resist any longer. I begin to fuck her, my thrusts firm and steady, the wet slapping sounds made from our hips meeting are almost as loud as her aroused moans.\n\nWith every thrust, I can feel my imminent orgasm growing closer until it is everything I can do to hold back for a few more precious seconds.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 65>>My movements become erratic, and one thrust to the next I slip free of her pussy, my little cock bouncing off her ass as I thrust again. I try desperately to line myself back up, to finish inside of her welcoming cunt, but my restraint finally gives out, my cum coming in droplets that sprinkle her ass. I sigh in disappointment, leaning heavily against her back. <<else>>Thrusting forward, I feel my cock throb, shooting a thick stream of cum into her hungry cunt. Pulling back, I thrust forward a second time just as I release a second jet of my seed. Her pussy seems to convulse, trying to milk my cock as I fill it.<<endif>>\n\nEventually, I roll off of her, laying on my back as I try to catch my breath. <<if $Mutation gte 4>>\n\nTanya looks at me, her eyes looking me over with a mixture of satisfaction and revulsion. She begins to adjust her dress, glancing at my pants on the floor.<<else>> \n\nMeanwhile, she gives me a little kiss on the cheek, smiling happily as she adjusts her dress. I watch as she reaches for my pants, then tosses them to me. <<endif>>\n\nTaking the hint, I dig out my wallet and pull out $10.\n\nSnatching the money from my fingertips, she heads for the door, her ass swinging side to side seductively as she does so. Once she reaches the door, she looks over her shoulder at me, blows me a little kiss, and is gone, closing the door behind herself.<<set $Taint += 5>><<endif>><<set $Money -= 10>>\n\n[[Get dressed.|Your room.]]<<if $Depravity lte 2>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>

<<if $MorichiMet gte 1>>Silhouetted by the light outside, I see Mr Morichi standing in the doorway of the Barmaid's Daughter, "Where is she? Where is my daughter?" He shouts, then falls silent when he notices that the tavern is empty with the exception of myself. \n\nI can see from his expression that he's distraught, nearly in a panic. When he sees me, he starts moving rapidly toward me, leaning heavily on the cane in his left hand, <<if $Taint gte 70>>"Miss <<else>>"Mr <</if>><<print $PlayerName2>>! You have to help me!"\n\nHaving never seen him standing before, I'm a little surprised at just how small the man is, "Slow down," I begin, "Take a deep breath and tell me what happened."\n\nMr Morichi closes his eyes, then takes a deep breath. Letting it out slowly, I can see that his expression of near panic has calmed just a little bit toward worry, <<if $MotichiDaughter gte 2>>"Azumi has been taken."\n\n"Are you sure she was taken, or did she just get out?" I try to keep my voice calm and reasonable as I speak.\n\n"Taken," There's a cold certainty in Mr Morichi's voice when he says the word.\n\n"Ok, walk me through what happened, from your perspective. When did you realize something was wrong?"\n\nMr Morichi looks as if he is about to protest, but then gives a curt nod, "Breakfast, it is my routine to bring her breakfast myself. She'll rarely eat with me, but I always try. When I arrived at her room, her door was open. She was gone, her blankets were strewn across the floor between the bed and the door."\n\nWhen he pauses, I ask, "Why does that lead you to believe she was taken?"\n\nMr Morichi sucks his lips, making them a thin line across his face for a second before replying, "She never treats her bedding like that, and there was blood on the door handle."\n\n//Shit,// "Who could have taken her?" I ask, suddenly concerned.\n\n"My manservant," He replies flatly.\n\n"Why do you think it was him?"\n\n"All of the girls in my home are accounted for, only he is gone," His eyes hold confidence in his words.\n\n"And why would he have taken her?" I ask, wondering.\n\nMr Morichi looks like he's about to start crying, his eyes welled up with tears, "I should have seen this coming. He used to work for her mother," He mumbles, then the color drains from his face so quickly I prepare to catch him as he becomes visibly unsteady on his feet.\n\n"The cave," There's horror in his eyes as he looks at me. "The Cathedral, they'd have taken her there."\n\nI don't even have to ask, from his tone, I know that whatever is happening is not good, that Azumi's life is quite possibly in danger.\n\n<<if $cave gte 2>>"Who are 'they'?" I ask, already starting for the door.\n\n"You know where the Cathedral is?" Mr Morichi asks, seeming to ignore my previous question. He's in motion behind me, moving to join me but with the way he is leaning on his cane, its obvious that he can not move quickly.\n\n"Yes, I know where it is," I say with more heat than I intend. I stop at the door and turn back toward him, "Now, WHO ARE THEY," I say each word crisply, my tone making a response to them a demand.\n\n"Everyone," Mr Morichi replies.<<else>>"Who are 'they'?" I ask, already starting for the door.\n\n"You know where the Cathedral is?" Mr Morichi asks, seeming to ignore my previous question. He's in motion behind me, moving to join me but with the way he is leaning on his cane, its obvious that he can not move quickly.\n\n"Not exactly, no," I say with more heat than I intend. I stop at the door and turn back toward him, "Where can I find this Cathedral, and WHO ARE THEY," I say each word crisply, my tone making a response to them a demand.\n\n"Everyone," Mr Morichi replies, "And the Cathedral is down the north fork of the forest trail." He gestures vaguely toward the bad side of town.\n\n<</if>><<elseif $MotichiDaughter gte 1>>"Azumi, my daughter. She has been taken."\n\n"Are you sure she was taken, or did she just take a walk or something?" I try to keep my voice calm and reasonable as I speak.\n\n"Taken," There's a cold certainty in Mr Morichi's voice when he says the word, "She can not leave her room without being let out.\n\n"You keep her locked up in her room?" I ask, a little concerned by this information.\n\n"She is dangerous when she gets out," He says dismissively.\n\n//I can deal with this later, finding her and helping her have to be the priority right now.// My reply is heated, just shy of angry, "Ok, walk me through what happened, from your perspective. When did you realize something was wrong?"\n\nMr Morichi looks as if he is about to protest, but then gives a curt nod, "Breakfast, it is my routine to bring her breakfast myself. She'll rarely eat with me, but I always try. When I arrived at her room, her door was open. She was gone, her blankets were strewn across the floor between the bed and the door."\n\nWhen he pauses, I ask, "Why does that lead you to believe she was taken?"\n\nMr Morichi sucks his lips, making them a thin line across his face for a second before replying, "She never treats her bedding like that, and there was blood on the door handle."\n\n//Shit,// "Who could have taken her?" I ask, mind racing.\n\n"My manservant," He replies flatly.\n\n"Why do you think it was him?"\n\n"All of the girls in my home are accounted for, only he is gone," His eyes hold confidence in his words.\n\n"And why would he have taken her?" I ask, wondering.\n\nMr Morichi looks like he's about to start crying, his eyes welled up with tears, "I should have seen this coming. He used to work for her mother," He mumbles, then the color drains from his face so quickly I prepare to catch him as he becomes visibly unsteady on his feet.\n\n"The cave," There's horror in his eyes as he looks at me. "The Cathedral, they'd have taken her there."\n\nI don't even have to ask, from his tone, I know that whatever is happening is not good, that Azumi's life is quite possibly in danger.\n\n<<if $cave gte 2>>"Who are 'they'?" I ask, already starting for the door.\n\n"You know where the Cathedral is?" Mr Morichi asks, seeming to ignore my previous question. He's in motion behind me, moving to join me but with the way he is leaning on his cane, its obvious that he can not move quickly.\n\n"Yes, I know where it is," I say with more heat than I intend. I stop at the door and turn back toward him, "Now, WHO ARE THEY," I say each word crisply, my tone making a response to them a demand.\n\n"Everyone," Mr Morichi replies.<<else>>"Who are 'they'?" I ask, already starting for the door.\n\n"You know where the Cathedral is?" Mr Morichi asks, seeming to ignore my previous question. He's in motion behind me, moving to join me but with the way he is leaning on his cane, its obvious that he can not move quickly.\n\n"Not exactly, no," I say with more heat than I intend. I stop at the door and turn back toward him, "Where can I find this Cathedral, and WHO ARE THEY," I say each word crisply, my tone making a response to them a demand.\n\n"Everyone," Mr Morichi replies, "And the Cathedral is down the north fork of the forest trail." He gestures vaguely toward the bad side of town.<</if>>\n\n<<else>>"I have a daughter, Azumi, she has been taken."\n\n"You never mentioned having a daughter before," I say, watching his reaction.\n\n"I do not speak of her with strangers," His expression is pained, taking on a hint of sadness as he speaks.\n\nI make a mental note and file that line of inquiry away for the future before returning to the situation at hand, "Are you sure she was taken, or did she just go for a walk or something?" I try to keep my voice calm and reasonable as I speak.\n\n"Taken," There's a cold certainty in Mr Morichi's voice when he says the word, "She can not leave her room without being let out.\n\n"You keep her locked up?" I ask, a little concerned by this information.\n\n"She is dangerous when she gets out," He says dismissively.\n\n//I can deal with this later, finding her and helping her have to be the priority right now.// My reply is heated, just shy of angry, "Ok, walk me through what happened, from your perspective. When did you realize something was wrong?"\n\nMr Morichi looks as if he is about to protest, but then gives a curt nod, "Breakfast, it is my routine to bring her breakfast myself. She'll rarely eat with me, but I always try. When I arrived at her room, her door was open. She was gone, her blankets were strewn across the floor between the bed and the door."\n\nWhen he pauses, I ask, "Why does that lead you to believe she was taken?"\n\nMr Morichi sucks his lips, making them a thin line across his face for a second before replying, "She never treats her bedding like that, and there was blood on the door handle."\n\n//Shit,// "Who could have taken her?" I ask, mind racing.\n\n"My manservant," He replies flatly.\n\n"Why do you think it was him?"\n\n"All of the girls in my home are accounted for, only he is gone," His eyes hold confidence in his words.\n\n"And why would he have taken her?" I ask, wondering.\n\nMr Morichi looks like he's about to start crying, his eyes welled up with tears, "I should have seen this coming. He used to work for her mother," He mumbles, then the color drains from his face so quickly I prepare to catch him as he becomes visibly unsteady on his feet.\n\n"The cave," There's horror in his eyes as he looks at me. "The Cathedral, they'd have taken her there."\n\nI don't even have to ask, from his tone, I know that whatever is happening is not good, that Azumi's life is quite possibly in danger.\n\n<<if $cave gte 2>>"Who are 'they'?" I ask, already starting for the door.\n\n"You know where the Cathedral is?" Mr Morichi asks, seeming to ignore my previous question. He's in motion behind me, moving to join me but with the way he is leaning on his cane, its obvious that he can not move quickly.\n\n"Yes, I know where it is," I say with more heat than I intend. I stop at the door and turn back toward him, "Now, WHO ARE THEY," I say each word crisply, my tone making a response to them a demand.\n\n"Everyone," Mr Morichi replies.<<else>>"Who are 'they'?" I ask, already starting for the door.\n\n"You know where the Cathedral is?" Mr Morichi asks, seeming to ignore my previous question. He's in motion behind me, moving to join me but with the way he is leaning on his cane, its obvious that he can not move quickly.\n\n"Not exactly, no," I say with more heat than I intend. I stop at the door and turn back toward him, "Where can I find this Cathedral, and WHO ARE THEY," I say each word crisply, my tone making a response to them a demand.\n\n"Everyone," Mr Morichi replies, "And the Cathedral is down the north fork of the forest trail." He gestures vaguely toward the bad side of town.<</if>>\n\n<</if>><<else>>Silhouetted by the light outside, I see small man standing in the doorway of the Barmaid's Daughter, "Where is she? Where is my daughter?" He shouts, then falls silent when he notices that the tavern is empty with the exception of myself. \n\nI can see from his expression that he's distraught, nearly in a panic. When he sees me, he starts moving rapidly toward me, leaning heavily on the cane in his left hand, <<if $Taint gte 70>>"Miss <<else>>"Mr <</if>><<print $PlayerName2>>! You have to help me!"\n\n"Who are you? And how do you know my name?" I can hear the paranoia in my voice as I look at the men, there is clear asian ancestery in his family tree.\n\n"Not many strangers come to Wanton Cove, and I do my best to keep up on current events," He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. His expression calms slightly before he opens his eyes again, "You may call me Mr Morichi."\n\n"Tell me what happened," I'm not quite able to keep the irritation out of my voice.\n\n"I have a daughter, Azumi, she has been taken."\n\n"Tell me about her," I say, watching his reaction.\n\n"She's young, late teens," Mr Morichi begins, "Dark hair and eyes the same color as mine," He goes on for a few more seconds, giving scant details before trailing off, "She's the only other person on this island who has iriental ancestery," I can hear in his tone his growing fristration, "You need to help me," His words are a comment, making him sound like someone used to getting his way.\n\nI make a mental note and file that little piece of information away for if I ever have to deal with the man after this, "Are you sure she was taken, or did she just go for a walk or something?" I try to keep my voice calm and reasonable as I speak.\n\n"Taken," There's a cold certainty in Mr Morichi's voice when he says the word, "She can not leave her room without being let out.\n\n"You keep her locked up?" I ask, a little concerned by this little fact.\n\n"She is dangerous when she gets out," He says dismissively.\n\n//I can deal with this later, finding her and helping her have to be the priority right now.// My reply is heated, just shy of angry, "Ok, walk me through what happened, from your perspective. When did you realize something was wrong?"\n\nMr Morichi looks as if he is about to protest, but then gives a curt nod, "Breakfast, it is my routine to bring her breakfast myself. She'll rarely eat with me, but I always try. When I arrived at her room, her door was open. She was gone, her blankets were strewn across the floor between the bed and the door."\n\nWhen he pauses, I ask, "Why does that lead you to believe she was taken?"\n\nMr Morichi sucks his lips, making them a thin line across his face for a second before replying, "She never treats her bedding like that, and there was blood on the door handle."\n\n//Shit,// "Who could have taken her?" I ask, mind racing.\n\n"My manservant," He replies flatly.\n\n"Why do you think it was him?"\n\n"All of the girls in my home are accounted for, only he is gone," His eyes hold confidence in his words.\n\n"And why would he have taken her?" I ask, wondering.\n\nMr Morichi looks like he's about to start crying, his eyes welled up with tears, "I should have seen this coming. He used to work for her mother," He mumbles, then the color drains from his face so quickly I prepare to catch him as he becomes visibly unsteady on his feet.\n\n"The cave," There's horror in his eyes as he looks at me. "The Cathedral, they'd have taken her there."\n\nI don't even have to ask, from his tone, I know that whatever is happening is not good, that Azumi's life is quite possibly in danger.\n\n<<if $cave gte 2>>"Who are 'they'?" I ask, already starting for the door.\n\n"You know where the Cathedral is?" Mr Morichi asks, seeming to ignore my previous question. He's in motion behind me, moving to join me but with the way he is leaning on his cane, its obvious that he can not move quickly.\n\n"Yes, I know where it is," I say with more heat than I intend. I stop at the door and turn back toward him, "Now, WHO ARE THEY," I say each word crisply, my tone making a response to them a demand.\n\n"Everyone," Mr Morichi replies.<<else>>"Who are 'they'?" I ask, already starting for the door.\n\n"You know where the Cathedral is?" Mr Morichi asks, seeming to ignore my previous question. He's in motion behind me, moving to join me but with the way he is leaning on his cane, its obvious that he can not move quickly.\n\n"Not exactly, no," I say with more heat than I intend. I stop at the door and turn back toward him, "Where can I find this Cathedral, and WHO ARE THEY," I say each word crisply, my tone making a response to them a demand.\n\n"Everyone," Mr Morichi replies, "And the Cathedral is down the north fork of the forest trail." He gestures vaguely toward the bad side of town.<</if>><</if>>\n\n"Stay here, I'll be back." Not waiting for a reply, I turn back towards the tavern's door and make my exit.\n\n[[Continue.|Second Segment Start.]]

<<if $Mutation gte 8>>I start to step into the bath, but have to stop myself. //Hot.// I think, deciding that I had better wait a minute before entering. \n\nOnce the water has cooled a bit, I slip into the tub, intimately aware of how my webbed feet move under the water. The barest flick of my foot is enough to make the water in the small tub slop over the sides.\n\nI turn my attention to the gray scaly skin of my hands, spreading my fingers wide to reveal the heavy webbing between them. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>Stepping into the bath, I'm intimately aware of the way my webbed feet seem to drag at the water, //kind of like flippers,// I think darkly to myself.\n\nBy the time I am laying in the tub, I notice that the hot water feels almost sufficating, but I do my best to ignore it. \n\nAbsently, I move my hands through the water, my webbed fingers moving the water far more than my normal fingers ever would have. <<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>I pause at the edge of the tub, looking at myself. Seeing the gray shade of my skin, I'm uncomfortably aware of the fact this is something that won't simply wash off.\n\nGrimacing at the thought, I step into the tub, slipping into the water. <<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>Slipping into the bath, I can't help but notice the way my grayish skin contrasts with the water. Trying to put the troubling thought aside, I close my eyes and sink into the water, letting the heat soothe me.<<else>>Settling into the water, I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth, even if its a bit on the hot side. <</if>>\n\nI'm not sure how long I sit in the tub, the hot water covering my body from the neck down, but eventually the water becomes tepid. \n\nReluctantly, I step from the tub, the rooms cool air causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. A few minutes later, I've finished drying myself off and am fully dressed once more.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]\n\n

<<set $random to random(1,4)>><<if $random is 1>>I cant help but be surprised when I see them, two girls sitting on an ornate couch in a large living room. The two of them are both completely naked, their hands roaming each other's bodies as they kiss one another.<<if $Taint gte 65>>\n\nMy thoughts turn to my own changes. The increasingly feminine curves of my body, the horrific changes to my genitals. I shudder with a mix of barely contained terror that threatens to be buried beneath a rising tide of arousal.\n\nIt takes me several long seconds to force my mind back to the present.<<endif>>\n\nThe sound of the large man clearing his throat makes me aware of the fact I'm openly staring at the scene before me, "//This way please,//" He repeats himself.\n\nFinally noticing the lavish way the large living room is decorated, including a large brass chandelier holding an array of softly glowing candles high above. \n\nWhen the imposing man opens a door on the far side of the room, he motions for me to go through.\n\nTaking a deep breath, <<elseif $random is 2>>Passing through the large living room, a hint of sunlight filters through a large window facing the ocean, glinting off of the brass chandelier above.\n\nBelow, a dozen naked girls lay on the floor in a daisy chain, each one with their tongue lapping eagerly at the pussy of the next. My breath catches, a bit of arousal leaving me feeling flushed.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 65>>For a moment, I find myself lost in thought, imagining myself as one of them, eagerly lapping at one woman’s cunt while another pleases me in turn with her mouth.\n\nA tremor goes through my body, arousal making me momentarily weak in the knees. \n\n<<endif>>The big man walks around them like this is the most casual thing in the world. He seems completely oblivious to the carnal moans filling the room.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 64>>//Perhaps it's normal in this house, but I've rarely even heard of this kind of thing before now.// I think, half in wonder, half in shock.\n\n<<endif>>Carefully watching my step, my eyes never quite leaving the erotic scene before me, I follow him.\n\nWhen he opens the door on the far side of the room, I pause for only a second, then <<elseif $random is 3>>My eyes widen when I see two naked ladies, both on their hands and knees being led around the room like animals by a third woman holding leather leashes. \n\nOne of the girls looks towards me, I expect to see fear, or perhaps the blank stare of a broken person. However what I see shakes me more than either of those things, a mixture of arousal and happiness lights up her face.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 65>>//Is this what I am becoming?// My knees feel weak, arousal and revulsion warring within me.\n\n<<endif>>Not knowing what else to do, I hastily move to catch back up with the large man.\n\nGlancing down his nose towards me, his brow furrows momentarily. Then turning away from me, he opens the door beside him, gesturing for me to enter.\n\n<<else>>When I am led through the large house, I see no one else. However, I know that we are not alone in the house. All around me, I can hear soft moans of arousal, punctuated by a distant cry of release. \n\nI can feel my own arousal rising as my imagination gets the best of me, my head filled with images of what must be happening just outside of my sight.\n\nWith a mental shake, I realize that I have fallen behind the large man and I quicken my pace to catch back up. \n\nThe man pauses, his gaze clearly disapproving of your presence. Without even looking, he reaches out, taking hold of the door knob. The door opens silently, and he motions me through.\n<<endif>>[[I step into the small room beyond.]]

"I'm in Wanton Cove looking for someone." I say, "Young man, mid twenties, short red hair, green eyes, athletic build. His name's Tom."\n\n<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 8>>I can tell that the question makes her uneasy. Her eyes narrow and turn downward. It's obvious that she is carefully weighing her answer. \n\n"Yeah, I remember him, came through here about a month ago." Nadia pauses, "Haven't seen him for a long while though."\n\nI feel like she's telling only a partial truth, but I let it slide for now.<<else>>She seems to pause for a second before answering.\n\n"Yeah, I remember him, came through here about a month ago." Nadia pauses, "Haven't seen him for a long while though."<</if>>\n\n"Do you know what he did while he was in Wanton Cove? Where he might have went?" I ask.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 20>>She pauses longer this time, obviously struggling with how she wants to answer, "You seem like a nice guy." She begins, "You should really leave." \n\nHer eyes hold a hint of fear in them. "Just get on the ferry in the morning, go back to the mainland and forget about this place." She begs.\n\n"I can't leave until I find Tom," I reply softly.\n\nNadia lets out a sigh, "I'm sorry that I can't be of any help." \n\nI can tell that she doesn't want to talk about this any longer.<<else>>"Guess it's too late for you to turn away now." She says with a tone of defeat in her voice.\n\nHer eyes meet yours, "I don't know what happened to Tom for sure, thought I have my suspicions," She says carefully.\n\n<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 10>>I get the distinct impression that she has some pretty strong suspicions as to what happened to Tom.\n\nI keep my mouth shut though, waiting to see what I can learn from her instead of prying for more information.\n\n<<endif>>"A few years back, the pastor of our little Church started looking into," She pauses as if struggling to find the right words, "some things."\n\n<<if $Pastor is "Played">>"The pastor who committed suicide?" You probe.\n\n"Yeah," She replies. It doesn't sound like she actually believes her own answer.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 2>>//Could there be some conspiricy here? The entire town trying to mislead me and confuse me?// I shudder at the thought, the pissibility seeming all too real to me.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>For a fleeting second, I want to demand she tells me more, to force some form of confession from her, but I quickly push the unwelcome train of thought off to the side before it can take root.<<else>><<endif>>\n\nI let the silence stretch, hoping it will prod her to share more information.\n\n<<else>>"What kind of things?" I ask. \n\n<<endif>>"The pastor used to keep notes on everything. I don't know, but there might still be some of his notes somewhere in the Church." She says softly, her eyes shifting around the shop as if she's scared someone might overhear her. <<set $ChurchAlternate to true>><<endif>>\n\n"Thank you," I say, and I mean it.\n\n[[Visit with Nadia for a minute.]]<<if $Jackobson is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon]]<</if>><<if $JackobsonHouse is "Duncel">>\n\n[[You dont know where Mr Jackobson got off to, do you?]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>>[[Ask about your physical changes.|Ask Nadia about your transformation.]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Nadia about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Buy something.|See her wares.]]\n\nor \n\n[[Return to looking around the store.|General Store]]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Upon entering the store, I quickly realize that I am not alone. Over to one side of the store, I can see a <<if $GooCounter is 0>>young woman <<else>>man <</if>>shopping, their arms filled with an assortment of items.\n\nThe <<if $GooCounter is 0>>woman <<else>>man <</if>> looks my way for only a split second before turning their attention back to the shelf before them.\n\nTurning my attention away from the <<if $GooCounter is 0>>woman, <<else>>man, <</if>>I begin to browse [[the store|General Store]]

<<if $Taint gte 95>>Once in my room, I watch Tanya begin to undress. She's half way to naked before I have the presence of mind to start taking my own clothes off.\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>When her eyes fall on mydiscolored, deformed body, she blances. I can see some of the color leave her face, and her usual lustful manner is replaced by a mix of disgust and pitty. \n\nTo her credit, she recovers quickly. A warm smile on her face once more, I can see only a hint of pitty in her eyes as she approaches.<<else>>She looks at my newly female form. Her eyes don't hold the same degree of lust they might have if I was still a man, but there's plenty of curiosity in her gaze.\n\nThere is a hint of her arousal in the air. I breathe deeply of the scent. My arousal seems to increase, a tickle starting on the inside of my thigh as a drop of my own arousal descends down my leg.\n\n//Maybe the smell isn't entirely her.// The thought crosses my mind.\n\nLooking at me, Tanya steps forward, slowly closing the distance between us.<<endif>>\n\nHer fingers touch my skin, the sensation they cause as they lightly drift over my body causes goosebumps to break out wherever she touches.\n\nStepping even closer, we are not quite touching, though she's so close I can feel the warmth of her body, "I might prefer men, but I //do// know how to please a woman as well," She purrs in my ear.\n\nHer soft lips touch mine. It feels nice, and I allow myself to become lost in the moment as she moves just a little closer, her breasts brushing lightly against my own before her body presses firmly against mine. \n\nWhen her tongue presses past my lips, I let it, my own tongue thrusting forward to dance with hers. I hear a soft moan, though I am unsure, and uncaring, as to whether or not it is my own.\n\nPressing against me harder, I involuntarily take a step back my back pressing against the wall. Her hand strays between my thighs. I instinctively part them, the air cool against my sopping wet pussy. Her fingers drift between my folds, causing me to shudder and cling to her. This time I know that the moan is my own as she stifles it with her kiss.\n\nHer fingers explore my new vagina with expert skill. I'm like putty in her hands, her talented fingers bring me to orgasm within seconds. Her body pressing me into the wall is the only thing that keeps me upright as she continues without showing any sign of letting up.\n\nWithin a minute, my knees give out as a second, more powerful orgasm rocks my body. She's not strong enough to hold me upright any longer, instead she slides down the wall with me, never stopping what she is doing.\n\nHer thumb brushes my clit while two fingers find, and probe lightly at my hole. I cry out, barely able to breathe past her lips as I cum for a third time. My entire head feels like its spinning, I feel disoriented, and between my legs, her fingers begin to move faster.\n\nWhen my pussy convulses in orgasm a fourth time, its so intense that I see spots for several seconds, her fingers riding me through my orgasm.\n\nI gasp for breath as she finally breaks our kiss, "Multiple orgasms, one of the best things about being a girl," I can hear clear amusement in her voice.\n\nShe steps back from me, looking down at my quivering body. <<if $Mutation gte 4>>The excited smile on her face quickly fades when her eyes take in my mutated form.\n\nWith her expression becoming sad, she turns her attention to finding her clothing and redressing herself.<<else>> There is clear mischief in her eyes as she watches me.\n\nAfter a few seconds, she leans forward, kissing me on the cheek before turning her attention towards finding her clothes and dressing again.<<endif>>\n\nShe's almost fully dressed again when I've regained the presence of mind to reach for my pants. I quickly fish out my wallet with fingers that feel awkward and uncoordinated. Pulling a $10 bill from within, I hand it to her. \n\nWith a little smile, she takes it, stuffing the money down the front of her dress before giving me a little wave and heading for my room's door.<<set $Taint += 2>><<else>>Tanya half smiles at me<<if $Mutation gte 4>> though the expression looks a little troubled<<endif>>, her eyes flickering to my crotch before we start towards my room.\n\nAs we make our way up the stairs, the noise from the Barmaid's Daughter fades to a dull den of sound. When I close my door behind us, even that fades to almost nothing.\n\nThere is a hungry look in Tanya's eyes as she falls to her knees before me, her hands reaching out to rub my <<if $Taint gte 65>>little <<endif>>cock through my pants. Her face lights up in a smile as she feels me hardening.\n\nShe kisses the front of my pants once, right where the tip of my penis would be, then starts to unbuckle my belt. Within a few short seconds, she has my pants around my ankles.<<if $Mutation gte 4>>\n\nShe pauses when my discolored <<if $Taint gte 65>>and undersized <<endif>>cock comes into view. Her look of excitement becoming a look of disgust for a split second before lust begins to creap back into her expression.<<endif>>\n\nOne of her soft hands wraps around my now hard shaft, stroking it a couple of times as she looks up into my eyes. <<if $Taint gte 65>>I'm alarmed to realize she's only using a couple of fingers to stroke me.<<endif>> She bites her lip playfully, smiling around her pinched lip.\n\nWith her hand, she moves my cock to one side before leaning forward. The tip of her tongue touches the base of my cock, where my shaft meets my scrotum before her moist tongue slides along my <<if $Taint gte 65>>short <<endif>>shaft, slowly tracing the bottom of its length up to the tip where the tip of her tongue flicks at the little slit at the tip of my penis.\n\nI can see a smile touch her eyes as a soft, but involuntary moan escapes my lips.\n\nHer tongue twirls around the tip of my cock, moistening it before her lips close around the head of my throbbing member. Sucking lightly, her cheeks hollow, her tongue tracing closly over the crown of my cock as she moans in pleasure.\n\n[img[images/Tanya BJ.jpg]]\n\nShe releases my cock from her warm, wet mouth, <<if $Mutation gte 4>>looking <<else>>smiling <<endif>>up at me, "You like that do you?"\n\nI don't have time to reply before <<if $Taint gte 65>>she takes my entire length into her mouth, I'm more surprised than alarmed that she's able to take my shrunken manhood so easily.<<else>>her head plunges forward, taking a little more than half of my length before drawing back, leaving my saliva slick shaft exposted to the cool air. A second later, her lips slide forward again, this time taking me all the way to the base of my cock, her freckled nose pressed firmly against my belly.<<endif>>\n\nThe sensation makes me tense up, my toes curling in my boots as I groan approvingly.\n\nIt doesn't take long before her lips are sliding up and down my shaft in a slow, but steady rhythm.\n\nHer free hand comes up, cupping my balls and massaging them lightly. \n\nI barely start to feel the first hints of an approaching orgasm when her pace begins to quicken, as if she can sense that I am starting to get close to orgasm. The closer I get to cumming, the the faster her head bobs, until her head is bobing up and down my shaft with the speed and regularity of a piston.\n\nWhen I feel myself reaching the point of no return, she pulls back suddenly, until only the crown of my cock is in her mouth. I can see my cock jerk and twitch between her lips as <<if $Taint gte 65>>my cock dribbles a little cum into her mouth, <<else>>I fill her mouth with cum, <<endif>>her toungue sliding along the tip of my penis as she tries to draw more of my seed from its length.\n\nWhen her lips finally pull free of my softening cock, she visibly swallows, then lets out a content sound that is almost enough to breathe life back into my spent cock.\n\nStanding back up, she gives my cock a couple of playful pulls, "<<if $Mutation gte 4>>Maybe we can do this again some time."<<else>>I hope we can do that again," She purrs before kissing me right on the lips.<<endif>>\n\nFor a split second, I can taste the salty taste of my cum on her lips before she pulls back.\n\nShe holds up a $10 bill so that I can see it, then stuffs it between her breasts before heading towards my room's door.\n\nOnce she is gone, I look down, seeing my billfold laying open on the floor near my feet.\n\nI shake my head in disbelief, then clean the last bit of saliva, and what must be a hint of my own cum, from the length of my cock before pulling my pants back up.\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>><<endif>><<set $Money -= 10>>\n[[Get dressed.|Your room.]]<<if $Depravity lte 2>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>

<<if $Taint gte 95>>Tanya looks at me as I begin to undress, <<if $Mutation gte 4>>disgust clear in her features as she looks at me, taking in my mutations. It takes her a few seconds, but she's able to hide her distaste. <<else>>biting her lip to suppress a faint smile as she watches me reveal my feminine nudity. <<endif>>\n\nWith one hand, she pushes me back on the bed, not even bothering to undress herself before kneeling between my legs. Her eyes flicker up to mine, then return to my moist sex. \n\nI look down, watching as she leans forward, a jolt like electricity going through me when I feel her tongue touch the little nub above my new opening. Reaching down, I take hold of two fist fulls of her hair, though I'm not sure if I want to push her away, or pull her tighter against me.\n\nA whimper escapes my lips when she kisses the same spot, then licks my slit from bottom to top where she flicks that sensitive little button again. Her hands join her face between my thighs, spreading my newly formed cunt before her eyes. The next time her tongue travels the length of my slit, its even more intense than the last time as her tongue probes my opening momentarily.\n\nI'm barely aware of how I'm holding her face tightly against my crotch now.\n\nTaking my actions as encouragement, her tongue begins lapping at my sex, like a dog drinking water from a puddle. My entire body shudders and tenses in pleasure. \n\nWith every passing moment, the intensity seems to increase, though her pace never changes in the slightest. After barely more than a minute, I can feel something, a pressure of sorts, building deep in my core, rapidly rising up like its going to explode from me. I'm right on the verge of orgasm when she suddenly redoubles her efforts. With my orgasm trying to crest, it instead catches, refusing to come as I thrash in the throes of passion beneath her. \n\nThere's a scream of frustration that seems to fill the room, I don't even care that the sound is coming from me. Suddenly the scream changes tone to one of relief, my entire body shuddering as her talented tongue brings me to orgasm.\n\nMy hands tremble as I release her hair, my body still expreiencing aftershocks that make my breasts jiggle and my pussy quiver.\n\nAll I can seem to do is lay there, watching her as she wipes the wetness of my pussy juice from her face.\n\nAs I watch her, she makes eye contact with me<<if $Mutation gte 4>> for a flickering moment<<endif>>, then reaches for my pants where they had fallen on the floor. She quickly pulls my billfold, showing me that she's only taking $10, then puts the billfold back in the pants pocket. \n\n"I hope we can do this again," She says, blowing me a kiss, then exiting the room.<<set $Taint += 2>><<else>>Tanya reaches out, taking my hand<<if $Mutation gte 4>> without quite looking at me<<endif>>, "Lead the way," She says with a coy smile.\n\nFeeling a rush of excitement, I lead her up the stairs to my room.\n\nOnce inside, I close the door behind us, locking it before turning back towards Tanya.\n\nHer hands go straight to my crotch, deftly unbuckling my belt, "I want to taste you," She says, flushed with arousal.\n\nAs soon as my<<if $Taint gte 65>> little penis is free of my pants<<else>> cock springs free of the uncomfortable confines of my pants<<endif>>, Tanya drops to her kneels.\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>She pauses, looking at my crotch for a long moment. I start to wonder if she's going to freak out about my recent mutations, but eventually she closes her eyes tightly as her lips pucker slightly. <<endif>>She kisses the tip of my cock, letting her tongue flick out against the slit at it's tip.\n\nI moan appreciatively.\n\nLeaning forward, she licks the length of my hard shaft,<<if $Taint gte 65>> I can't help but notice that she barely has to move her head to reach all of it. One of her hands slips up, fondling my little balls. <<else>> one of her hands moving up to gently cup and caress my balls.<<endif>>\n\nBy the time her lips wrap around the crown of my cock, I already know I'm not going to last long. \n\n<<if $Taint gte 65>>When her head bobs forward, my entire penis fits easily within her mouth with no visible sign of effort on her part. //Less than a week ago, she'd have choked trying the same thing.// <<else>>Her head plunges forward, taking my entire length in a single motion.<<endif>>\n\nShe moans around my throbbing member, making me ache with the need for release.\n\nHer head begins to bob up and down my <<if $Taint gte 65>> short <<endif>>shaft rhythmically, her tongue twirling around the head.\n\nIt doesn't take long before I begin to feel a familiar stirring. \n\n[img[images/Tanya BJ.jpg]]\n\nShe seems to redouble her efforts, her movements becoming fevered and greedy, as if my cum is a drug and she's in desperate need of a fix.\n\nA few seconds later, I feel my balls tighten, my cock swelling. I throb and pulse in the wetness of her mouth.\n\nTanya pulls back until just the tip of my cock is in her mouth, her tongue teasing the tip as she feels me beginning to cum. \n\nWhen I begin to unload my seed in her mouth, she catches it. She pulls back once she's milked every last drop of cum from my shaft. \n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>She starts to smile up at me, but when her eyes fall on my face, her smile falters before becoming slightly forced, she then shows<<else>>She smiles up at me, showing<<endif>> me her mouth full of cum before closing her pink lips and swallowing. \n\nHer smile <<if $Mutation gte 4>>becomes slightly less forced<<else>>grows<<endif>> when she opens her mouth again, showing me that she just swallowed every last drop of my seed.\n\n"Yummy," She purrs softly.\n\nWhen she stands up, she kisses me right on the lips. I can taste a hint of salt, my own cum on her lips.\n\nI pull back slightly, reaching out to touch her freckled cheek lightly and brush a strand of long red hair from her face. <<if $Mutation gte 4>>She pulls back slightly at the touch.<<endif>>\n\nAt the same time, I feel a tug at my jeans. She smiles at me as she pulls my billfold free of my pants.\n\nShe hands my own billfold to me with a little grin. I smile sheepishly back at her as I take it. \n\nIt only takes me a second to pull a $10 bill from within and hand it to her.\n\nShe stuffs the bill between her breasts without looking at it.\n\n"I hope we can spend a little time together again, soon," Tanya gives me one more kiss, on the cheek this time as she heads for my room's door.\n\nI clean the last remnants of her saliva, and what has to have been a hint of my own cum from my cock. //Dear god, that girl has a talented tongue.//\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $Money -= 10>><<endif>>\n[[Get dressed.|Your room.]]<<if $Depravity lte 2>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>

Around me, a wispy fog seems to cling to the ground just off of the trail<<if $Day gte 5>> in spite of the heavy rain<<endif>>. The thin tendrils of fog seem to move at the edges of my vision, but whenever I look, the fog falls still. As I continue to walk, I can't help but feel like the fine threads of fog are reaching out towards me like tentacles.\n\n<<if $Fountain is "Played">> For the briefest of seconds, I think I see a tall, pale feminine form standing just at the edge of my vision, the wisps of fog reaching out from her body towards me, becoming shadowy as they stretch towards me. Turning towards the sight, the figure is gone, but I fail to suppress a shudder as I see several long threads of fog behind me, drifting slowly towards the ground where I had just walked. \n\n<<endif>>Quickening my pace, [[I continue down the path.|Trail]]

<<set $random to random(1, 2)>>I turn my eyes upon the old church, I take note of the broken cross perched at the peak of the steeple, looking like an upside down "L" pointing to the West.\n\nThe stained glass windows are streaked with years of filth and browning moss, the images they depict no longer visible from the outside of the Church.\n\nI stop at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the two small gargoyles perched to either side of the Church's door like something pulled from a madman's worst nightmares.\n\nA chill goes up my spine at the sight of the stone figures. Standing barely two feet tall, I find the two statues to be more than a little unsettling. \n\nThe first is a squat, hunched figure. Wings like a bat's sprout from it's back and are spread wide as if the creature is about to take flight. It has an octopus-like head, its cold, dead eyes seem to stare at me. There's something profoundly troubling about that gaze, as if the creature is looking at me the way a child might look at an insect that its about to step on. Beneath the figures' eyes is a mass of tentacles hanging down in such a way that they drape over most of it's chest. As my eyes continue downward, I can see a dog-like cock standing erect between its legs, its tapered length pointed straight at me. I feel an unsettling cold seep into my bones at the very sight of the statue, and in spite of the statue's small size, I feel infinitesimally small looking at it.\n\nEvery bit as disquieting, and of considerably more interest is the second statue. This statue is standing proudly, its feminine body naked, and perfect in every way. Between its legs dangles a long thick cock, resembling that of a horse, reaching just past its knees. I almost can't force myself to look upwards at the statue's face, because I already know what I'm going to see. Crowned in a halo of long twisted hair, //Its not really hair is it? It looks more like tentacles,// my eyes come to rest on a featureless face that makes the blood in my veins run cold.\n\n<<if $Day is 5 && $Drunk is "Not Played" && $random is 1>>I'm nearly to the front of the church when I hear something inside. A muffled thump, like a body being thrown into a ditch. \n\nMy hand slides under my jacked, exposing the front of my shirt to the heavy rain. I can feel the chill of ice cold raindrops soaking through my shirt almost imediately. <<if $Taint gte 55>>//My breasts,// I grimace at the thought, //Chest,// I lie to myself, //Feels more sensitive to the cold than before.//<<endif>>\n\nWith the comforting weight of my .38 Special in my hand, I move closer to the front door of the church, just in time to see a man wearing a heavy, dark brown rain coat and a sagging wide rimed hat stumble through the opening.\n\nIt takes me only a split second to realize that the man poses little threat, //he's drunk// I muse, but that's still enough time for my .38 Special to clear its holster and be pulled free of my jacket.\n\nQuickly reholstering the weapon, I clear my throat to get the man's attention. He barely starts to look up when I ask, "[[Mind telling me what you are doing here?]]"\n\n\n<<set $Drunk to "Played">><<else>><<if $FirstStatue is "Not Played">>[img[images/Allure statues.png]]\n\nIt takes me several long seconds to fight down a growing wave of panic at the sight of these two monstrous statues.\n\nI almost have my heart rate back down where it belongs when the shadows around the feminine statue suddenly shift like a mass of tentacles, reaching for me.\n\nI blink as I stagger back from the scene, and in the time it takes me to open my eyes once more, it's just a shadow again.\n\n//Now my eyes are playing tricks on me.//\n\nMy heavy breathing holds a hint of a shudder to it as I try to breathe deeply in an effort to bring my nerves back under control.\n\n//I really need a drink, and a good night's rest.// A faint, if wistful smile finds its way onto my lips, //But mostly a drink.//\n\n<<set $FirstStatue to "Played">><</if>><<if $ChurchBroken is "Not Played">>Steeling my nerve once more, I take a tentative step onto one of the rotton wooden steps. The board under my foot feels like a half dry sponge the way it sags and squelches under the sole of my shoe. Shifting my weight to that foot, I'm half surprised that the step holds my weight. Each additional step feels only marginally firmer than the last, until I finally feel something a bit more solid beneath my heel.\n\nGlancing at the Church, I force myself to not look at the statues to each side of me and instead turn my attention to the door itself.<</if>>\n\n<<if $ChurchDoor is "Played">>The door is a splintered ruin, pices of it scattered on front of the Church. Whatever broken in had a lot of strength behind it.\n\n//The Church has sat empty for a long time. Seems like too much of a coincidence that someone would break in after I started asking questions around town.// \n\n<<churchlink "Slip inside the Church.">><<else>><<if $ChurchBroken is "Played">><<churchlink "Slip inside the Church.">>\n<<else>><<if ($PlayerStrength) gte 7>>[[Try to force the door open.|Force1][$ChurchBroken to "Played"]]\n<<else>>[[Try to force the door open.|Force2]]\n<</if>> <<if ($PlayerSecurity + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 10>>[[Try to jimmy the lock.|Jimmy1][$ChurchBroken to "Played"]]\n<<else>>[[Try to jimmy the lock.|Jimmy2]]\n<</if>><</if>><<if $ChurchBroken is "Not Played" and $ChurchAlternate is true>>I start searching for a way into the Church. I'm almost to the back of the Church when I find a window that is unlatched that I can force open. <<churchlink "Slip in the window." '$ChurchWindow to "true"'>>\n<<elseif $ChurchWindow is true>><<churchlink "Slip back in the Church window.">>\n<</if>><<if $ChurchBroken is "Not Played" && $Day is 3>>Looking at the Church, I immediately realize that something is wrong. The once secure door is broken as if hit by a large battering ram, splintered scraps of wood litter the area in front of the Church and even the frame appears to be broken and splintered around where the door once was.\n\n<<churchlink "Slip inside the Church.">><<set $ChurchBroken to "Played">><<set $ChurchDoor to "Played">> <</if>> <</if>> <<slumlink "I think better of it and step back to the road.">><<endif>>

Nearing the top of the bluff, the light breeze pulls lightly at my coat<<if $Day gte 5>> as the rain falls relentlessly from the sky<</if>>. Walking into the wind, the ocean's salt is heavy on the air.\n\nWithout warning, a heavy gust of wind knocks me off balance, causing me to stumble.\n\nRegaining my footing, the wind returns to its previous light breeze.\n\nFeeling the sudden need to stay just a little further away from the cliff edge, [[I continue to walk.|Bluff]]

Cheat:\nAdd Taint: [[Extra Taint.]]\nAdd Depravity: [[Extra Depravity.]]\nLess Depravity: [[Less Depravity.]]\nAdd Money: [[Free Money]]\nAdd +1 all Skills: [[Skill Bonus]]\nLess -1 all Skills: [[Skill Nerf]]\nAdd +1 Mutation: [[More Mutation.]]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nFirst Aid Kit. Modify links for various combats.\n\nWilling\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the man a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>\n\n\nRape:\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\n<</if>>\n\n\nSelf Pluck Bed:\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>\n\n<</if>>\n\nMale Masturbation Bed\n\nMale Masturbation Bath\n\n\n\n\n\n\nFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|fight][$CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]]<<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|fight][$CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]]<<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|fight][$CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]]<<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|fight][$CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]]<<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|fight][$CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\n\n\n<<if $GooCounter is 0>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>\n\n\n\n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>4.5" or larger\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>4" cock\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>NoBalls, less than 1" penis\n\n<<else>>Full Female (95 is Full female.)\n\n<</if>>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>Reluctant. Less taboo sex acts.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>Ok with most sex acts in male form. Very limited sex acts in female form.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>Ok with any sex act.\n\n<<endif>>\n\n\n<<print $Depravity>>\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 4>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>\n\n\n\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 10>>Bad End Will write for a future update. Will appear some time after Version .7. \n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 9>>My skin begins to feel funny, like my face is being stretched in strange ways. A few seconds later, I feel a tickle along the sides of my neck.\n\nI take a deep breath that I let out slowly in a failed attempt to calm my nerves before I reach for my face. Everything I touch feels distored, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revalation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost dont feel anything inside.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>With my assailant gone, I pause, part of me wanting to go clean myself and check for what new horror has befallen my body, part of me wanting to walk away in the hopes of not having to face whatever changes I have experienced this time.\n\nMy morbid curiosity wins out. I begin to inspect my body for new changes, changes that are almost immediately obvious.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>Feeling the need to clean myself after the encounter, I find a puddle with some moderately clean water. I can't bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach for the water, cupping the water as I move to wash myself. \n\nI tremble slightly when my hand touches my body, //the texture, its all wrong// the thought nearly overwhelms me. My skin has taken on several rough patches, scaly to the touch. \n\nIn a moment of panic, I scrub at my skin harder, desperate to scrub my skin to its original state. After several minutes, I finally give up, my skin sore in the places I had tried to wash the scaly texture away and having made no progress in changing what had happened.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almosttransparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me like a physical blow.\n\nFear spikes through me, making it so that I can hardly breathe. I wretch, feeling like I'm about to empty the contents of my stomach, though the action produces nothing. I don't know how long I stare at my hands, unable to fully accept what is happening to me\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>When I begin to clean myself up, I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach as I begin to carefully inspect myself.\n\nEven though I half expect something to have happened to me, I still feel like I'm going to be sick when I realize that my slightly gray skin has become more of a gray green now.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at my hands, my arms, fascenated as much as horrified at this new change I have experienced. Eventually my mind comes back to the present, that this is //my// body experiencing this change. \n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>At a nearby puddle, I start to clean the worst of the filth from my body. As I do so, I begin to notice that my face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch.\n\nTaking a minute to explore my face with my hands, I can feel that my eyes feel different, my mouth wider than I recalled. Quickly turning my attention back to the puddle, the reflection staring back at me has eyes just a little large for the face they are on and a mouth that stretches wider than it should.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>When I start to wipe the worst of the mess from my body, I notice that my fingernails look different. Inspecting further, I notice that they are both thicker than usual and look to be of a gray color.\n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Using a nearby puddle, I spend a couple of minutes washing the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nAs my fingers slide over my skin, I start to notice that in addition to the slight graying of my skin I had noticed previously, my skin has started to take on a rough, almost pebbly texture.\n\n//I need to avoid these //things//, they're doing something to me.// I shudder slightly as I try to consider the implications. Eventually, shaken by the thoughts in my mind, I try to focus my attention elsewhere\n\n<<else>>It takes me a few seconds, but I finally get my pants pulled back up to where they belong. Once done with that, I look for a clean puddle of water to try washing the worst of the mud and grime off of my body.\n\nAs I'm finishing up, I pause, looking at my hands that look paler than usual, with a slight gray tone to the skin. //I guess I'll have to take a proper bath to get the rest of this grime off of my body.// I try desperately to not think about what just happened.\n\n<</if>>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

You were just sexed by a freaky tentacled monster!\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $TentacleRape += 1>>

My vision swims as I open my eyes. The events of the last few minutes coming back to me in a rush. \n\nI sit up too fast, vertigo washing over me for several seconds before I can steady myself. Somehow I manage to hold down the contents of my stomach, though the acrid bite of vomit is heavy in the back of my throat.\n\nKneeling on the ground, I begin to take in my surroundings. I seem to be on some small island. The ground is a sickly shade of brown and gray, with little bits of brown grass in places. Everything seems shrouded in a layer of fog, making it difficult to see very far. \n\nLooking over my shoulder, I see blackness, a thick //nothing// that is blacker than any night. Just the simple act of looking at it is enough to make my skin crawl. I swallow hard, //If that's the way out, maybe I'll stay a minute longer.//\n\nUnable to force myself to look at the unnatural darkness any longer, I look around the rest of the small island. Almost exactly opposite the darkness I can see two small pillars looming in the fog. \n\nTaking my time, I stand. I sway on my feet slightly, but stay upright. Slowly, I walk toward the pillars.\n\nWithin just a couple of steps, I can see the pillars more clearly. Ropes tied tightly around the top and bottom of each before reaching out past the edge of the little island. //It's an old rope bridge.// I realize.\n\nWhen I near the rope bridge, I look closer at the pillars. Both appear to be made of dark gray stone and are engraved with strange symbols, a few of which I recognize even if I do not know their meaning.\n\nReaching out, I touch the rope, giving it a gentle tug. The rope seems sturdy enough, but the motion of the bridge when I pull causes an ominous creaking from somewhere in the fog.\n\nGlancing over my shoulder, I can see no sign of the black void I had seen before, most likely having been shrouded by the fog. \n\n//Well, fuck,// I think grimly, then take my first hesitant step onto the bridge.\n\nThe wooden board beneath my foot, I glance down, seeing the frail looking gray plank I'm putting my weight on, //It is wood, right?//\n\nResolving myself to keep going, //It's either this, or that black nothing behind me,// I think with a chill. I've taken barely half a dozen steps before I hear the board beneath my foot groan ominously beneath my weight.\n\n[img[images/Bridge.jpg]]\n\nFor just a second, I hold the ropes to each side of me just a little tighter. Looking down, I realize that I can see something below, //It's not far down,// I look at the fog beneath me, seeing the way it moves, almost as if it is flowing across something. \n\n//Or maybe its something moving in the fog?// The thought makes me tense, my arms trembling slightly as I grip the rope bridge too tightly.\n\nForcing my eyes upward again, I look ahead of myself. Not too much further, I can see something dark, likely the other side of the bridge, looming. No matter how I strain my eyes though, I can make out no real detail.\n\nFeeling much better just knowing that the end of the bridge is in sight, even if I've only taken a few steps along its length so far, makes me feel just a little better.\n\nTaking a deep breath of the salty sweet air.\n\nI glance over my shoulder toward the little island I just came from, then start to walk again.\n\n[[Continue.|BridgeWalk]]

Reaching the top of the bluff, the heavy wind is blowing the rain straight at me, the heavy raindrops stinging my face with the force they are striking my skin.\n\nI hold one arm in front of my face in an effort to shield myself from the worst of the wind propelled rain. But the the effort barely has any of the desired effect. Grimacing, I lower my head to keep the stinging rain [[out of my eyes at the very least.|Bluff]]

<<if $Mutation gte 8>>I start to step into the bath, but have to stop myself. //Hot.// I think, deciding that I had better wait a minute before entering. \n\nOnce the water has cooled a bit, I slip into the tub, intimately aware of how my webbed feet move under the water. The barest flick of my foot is enough to make the water in the small tub slop over the sides.\n\nI turn my attention to the gray scaly skin of my hands, spreading my fingers wide to reveal the heavy webbing between them. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>Stepping into the bath, I'm intimately aware of the way my webbed feet seem to drag at the water, //kind of like flippers,// I think darkly to myself.\n\nBy the time I am laying in the tub, I notice that the hot water feels almost sufficating, but I do my best to ignore it. \n\nAbsently, I move my hands through the water, my webbed fingers moving the water far more than my normal fingers ever would have. <<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>I pause at the edge of the tub, looking at myself. Seeing the gray shade of my skin, I'm uncomfortably aware of the fact this is something that won't simply wash off.\n\nGrimacing at the thought, I step into the tub, slipping into the water. <<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>Slipping into the bath, I can't help but notice the way my grayish skin contrasts with the water. Trying to put the troubling thought aside, I close my eyes and sink into the water, letting the heat soothe me.<<else>>Settling into the water, I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth, even if its a bit on the hot side. <</if>>\n\nFeeling an ache of arousal, I reach under the water. My fingers find and encircle my hardening penis. \n\nA soft moan escapes my lips as a give a tentative squeeze, //this is just what I need,// I think.\n\nMy hand slides down the shaft slowly, testing my hardness before returning to the tip, my thumb brushing across the crown.\n\nClosing my eyes, I settle into the water. \n\nWithin seconds, my hand finds its rhythm. With slow even strokes, I savor the feeling, becoming lost in the moment. \n\nIts not long before my movements become more urgent, my hand gliding up and down the length of my cock. \n\nSuddenly, I can feel the telltale ache in my balls that announcing a pending orgasm. My back arches, my hips instinctively thrusting forward as I feel myself begin to release. Just as the tip of my cock exits the water, a jet of cum erupts from the tip, shooting high into the air. A second stream of cum flies from my cock even before the first splashes down into the tub water I'm laying in. A third eruption is much smaller than the first two, half shooting, half dribbling across my hand.\n\nI sigh, basking in the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. \n\nFor several minutes, I lay in the hot water before finally slipping from the water.\n\nThe cool air of the room makes me shiver slightly as I dry myself off and put my clothes back on.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]

The small forest trail is narrow, but well traveled. As I walk, the branches almost seem to reach out, brushing my shoulders and hair as if seeking to tangle me in their embrace.\n\nOverhead, the forest has a thick canopy of foliage, what little light that makes it through the leaves does little to illuminate the trail. \n\nThe trail winds in such a way that I can rarely see more then five yards ahead of my self at any given time. The ground at my feet seems to be a random assortment rotting leaves, hard packed earth, and mud filled puddles. \n\nWith little warning, I find myself at a fork in the trail. In addition to the trail leading back into town, there is also a trail leading to the north, and another leading to the west.\n\n<<slumlink "Head back towards Wanton Cove">>\n\n[[Take the North fork of the trail.]]\n\nor\n\n[[Take the West fork of the trail.]]

I am a little surprised when Mr Morichi sits down his cup and turns toward me, "Out with it," He says firmly.\n\n"What?" I begin, but he quickly cuts me off.\n\n"I can tell from your expression that you have something unpleasant you want to say, but don't know how best to say it," He inserts, "Out with it," He repeats himself.\n\nTaking a deep breath, I let it out slowly, "Alright, I was wondering about Azumi's mother."\n\n<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 13>>The look he gives me makes me wonder if I've finally gone too far with my questioning, if I'm about to be thrown out of his home and never welcomed back, "My," He begins, his voice hard, "Don't we have an aptitude for unpleasant conversation topics."\n\n"I'm curious by nature, its part of what made me a good detective," I venture, "And when you were reluctant to talk about Azumi, and pointedly avoided talking about her mother," I pause, looking for the right words, "well, it piqued my interest."\n\nMr Morichi looks angry for another heartbeat, then he lets out a bitter laugh, "Only sound piece of advice my father ever gave me, 'Never avoid a subject if you don't want people to be curious about it.' He must have had a friend like you."\n\nI'm almost ready to speak when he finally decides to start talking again, "Our marriage was arranged. I, the heir to the Alhazred family line, and she was born into money. I suspect that both families were seeking power through the arrangement. I won't clam to know her motives, but in hindsight I have a nagging suspicion that she knew exactly what she was doing."\n\nHe pours himself a fresh cup of tea, then drinks the entire cup before sitting the empty teacup back down, "At first, it was like a whirlwind romance, and then she got pregnant with Azumi. Everything changed then, her warm personality turned cold, her generous nature becoming bitter and spiteful," He pauses, looking me in the eyes, "But underneath that, I realized that she was happier than she had ever been. She had lied to me, found a place in my heart, then betrayed that love in the most horrible of ways. There is something deeply //evil// about that woman."\n\nI watch as he swallows, pouring another cup of his bitter tea but not picking it up yet, "The minute she knew she was pregnant, she no longer had any use for me. I would see her occasionally in town, her belly growing, I cornered her one day," He pauses, clearly struggling with what to say next, "I'll never forget her words, she said to me, 'You can have the vile little monster once it's born, raise it any way you want, but I'll come back for it when I have use of it.' She didn't even come in person to deliver Azumi to me, she sent another man I did not know to the house to drop her off."\n\nHe finally picks up his cup of tea and drinks it in one go, for a change, his face scrunches up like he actually tasted the bitterness for once. There's a deep sadness in his eyes when he meets my gaze again, "I was a poor excuse for a father, but I tried my best."\n\nHis voice trails off, and I don't have the heart to press the issue further just now.\n\n//I wonder if Azumi might know something?// My thought is cut off as Mr Morichi speaks up again, "I think," He pauses, "I think I need some time for my thoughts," There's the faintest tremor in his voice, "Would you be so kind as to see yourself out?"\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 7>>The look he gives me makes me wonder if I've finally gone too far with my questioning, if I'm about to be thrown out of his home and never welcomed back, "My," He begins, his voice cold, "Don't we have an aptitude for unpleasant conversation topics."\n\n"I'm curious by nature, its part of what made me a good detective," I venture, "And when you were reluctant to talk about Azumi, and pointedly avoided talking about her mother," I pause, looking for the right words, "thought if I came right out with it maybe you'd share."\n\nMr Morichi looks angry for another heartbeat, then he lets out a bitter laugh, "Only sound piece of advice my father ever gave me, 'Never avoid a subject if you don't want people to be curious about it.' He must have had a friend like you."\n\nI'm beginning to think he's not going to reply when he finally decides to start talking again, "Our marriage was arranged. I, the heir to the Alhazred family line, and she was born into money. I suspect that both families were seeking power through the arrangement. She was a vile and evil thing," There's venom in his voice in stark contrast to the hurt in his eyes.\n\nHe pours himself a fresh cup of tea, then drinks the entire cup before sitting the empty teacup back down, "I fell in love, and it turned out to be nothing more than a lie," He pauses, looking me in the eyes.\n\nI watch as he swallows, pouring another cup of his bitter tea but not picking it up yet, "The minute she knew she was pregnant, she no longer had any use for me. I would see her occasionally in town, her belly growing, I cornered her one day," He pauses, clearly struggling with what to say next, "I'll never forget her words, she said to me," He looks ready to say more, but then seems to deflate, "She didn't even come in person to deliver Azumi to me. The woman is //evil.//"\n\nHe finally picks up his cup of tea and drinks it in one go, for a change, his face scrunches up like he actually tasted the bitterness for once. There's a deep sadness in his eyes when he meets my gaze again, "I was a poor excuse for a father, but I tried my best."\n\nHis voice trails off, and I don't have the heart to press the issue further just now.\n\n//I wonder if Azumi might know something?// My thought is cut off as Mr Morichi speaks up again, "I think," He pauses, "I think I need some time for my thoughts," There's the faintest tremor in his voice, "Would you be so kind as to see yourself out?"\n\n<<else>>The look he gives me is both angry and hurt. I have no doubt that if I'm not careful, I'll never receive any answers from him, "My," He begins, his voice holds white hot anger with an equal measure of anguish, "Don't we have an aptitude for unpleasant conversation topics."\n\n"I'm curious by nature, its part of what made me a good detective," I say in my defense, "And when you were reluctant to talk about Azumi, and pointedly avoided talking about her mother," I pause, looking for the right words, Unfortunately I can't think of anything I can say that would help my case, so I close my mouth instead.\n\nMr Morichi looks angry for another heartbeat, then he lets out a bitter laugh, "Only sound piece of advice my father ever gave me, 'Never avoid a subject if you don't want people to be curious about it.' He must have had a friend like you."\n\nI'm beginning to think he's not going to say more, but then he begins to speak with a cold, dead tone, "Our marriage was arranged. I suspect our families were seeking power, but all it brought about was heartache. She became pregnant with my Azumi before the wedding," He gives me a sidelong glance, as if begging me to condemn him for the scandal so he has someone to lash out at. \n\nFortunately, I have at least enough tact to keep my mouth shut.\n\n"She said terrible things to me once she was pregnant, and worse about Azumi. I don't know how, but she knew somehow that Azumi would be different," Emotion wars on his face, never quite culminating into anything specific, "The woman is //evil//, and I will not speak further of her."\n\nThe silence that follows his words starts to stretch uncomfortably.\n\n//I wonder if Azumi might know something?// My thought is cut off as Mr Morichi finally speaks up again, "I think," He pauses, looking at me with tear filled eyes, "I think I need some time for my thoughts," There's the faintest tremor in his voice, "Would you be so kind as to see yourself out?"\n\n<</if>>I hesitate, then get up, "Sorry to have upset you," I say, "I'll come visit again soon."\n\n"I would like that," He says as I head for the door.\n\nI minute later, I find myself standing on the porch, looking out over the choppy waves as I sigh.\n\n[[Continue.|Bluff]]\n\n\n<<set $MotherTalk to "Played">>

Breathing heavily from exertion after the fight, I look up and down the street, seeing no sign of another person anywhere. \n\nI take a deep breath to calm myself.\n\n<<if $random is 1>><<else>><<if $EnemyFlee is "true">> <<else>><<if $weaponChance lte 5>>\nTaking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found <<print $AmmoLoot>> rounds of ammunition.<<set $Ammo = $Ammo + $AmmoLoot>>\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>>\n<<else>>Taking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>><</if>><</if>><</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\n\n

You should have just added 1 point to all skills.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n\n<<set $PlayerBrawling += 1>>\n<<set $PlayerEttiquette += 1>>\n<<set $PlayerFirearms += 1>>\n<<set $PlayerIntimidation += 1>>\n<<set $PlayerInvestigation += 1>>\n<<set $PlayerOccult += 1>>\n<<set $PlayerPerception += 1>>\n<<set $PlayerSecurity += 1>>\n<<set $PlayerStreetwise += 1>>\n

<<if $GooCounter is 0 and $SailorGoo is "Played">> Walking down the main street running through town, I see something glistening wetly a head of me.\n\nWhen I step forward to investigate, I see a puddle of White Goo on the wooden sidewalk. \n\nIt appears to be the same as the White Goo I've seen before.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\nor\n[[Investigate Closer.]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>I almost step in the White Goo before I see it glowing softly in the street.\n\nPausing, I kneel down for a closer look at the White Goo. \n\nIt only takes you a moment to determine that this White Goo looks just like what you've seen before.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\nor\n[[Investigate Closer.]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 2 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>For just a second, I think I see a cloaked figure. The figure's hood is pulled up to conceal their features.\n\nBefore you can move to get a better look at the figure, the person slips stealthily into an alley. \n\nBy the time I reach the alley, there is no sign of the cloaked figure.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>>[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]\n<<else>>For just a second, I think I see a cloaked figure. The figure's hood is pulled up to conceal their features.\n\nBefore you can move to get a better look at the figure, the person slips stealthily into an alley. \n\nBy the time I reach the alley, there is no sign of the cloaked figure.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]<</if>>\n\n\n\n

When the door swings open, I'm greeted by a brightly lit room decorated in white and pale shades of pink. The only exception to this is the black iron bars bolted over the windows.\n\nThe smell of sex in the room is so strong my eyes widen in surprise.\n\nHowever, all of that fades from my mind as my eyes turn to the alabaster woman laying on the four post bed.\n\nShe is young, perhaps in her late teens, early twenties at the most. Raven black hair frames her almost unnaturally white face. Her soft brown eyes turn towards us, as if just now realizing we were here in spite of Mr Morichi's knocking and calling out to her. She bites her pale lip, her expression is flush with arousal, a hint of perspiration on her skin. Her eyes finally settle on me.\n\nMy own eyes trail down her perfect, naked body, lingering on her impossibly pink nipples before straying further downward.\n\nHer legs are spread wide, with both of her hands at her crotch. However, her hands are not there to cover herself.\n\nIt takes me a second to make sense of what I'm seeing when I reach her genitals. My eyes widen suddenly when I realize that her pussy lips are spread wide around her own penis which she's pushed up inside of herself. \n\n[img[images/Azumi Room.jpg]]\n\n<<if $Taint gte 60>>Looking straight at me, she uses one hand to spread her vagina, while the other pulls her penis out of herself. My eyes widen when her thick shaft keeps coming, eight, ten, maybe twelve inches in length. There's a hint of a smile in her eyes when I don't look away.\n\n"Azumi," Mr Morichi's voice fills the room with its rich tone, "Please, cover yourself. We have a guest."\n\nThe comment causes me to glance at Mr Morichi, realizing that this must not be an uncommon situation.\n\nHe looks at me, "I am sorry for my daughter's behavior. She lacks," A grimace flashes over his face, "//Restraint//."\n\nWhen my eyes inevitably return to Azumi, she's wrapped one hand around her glistening cock, stroking its length in an even rhythm.\n\nHer eyes never leave my own.\n\nFor the first time, Azumi makes a sound, its a moan, almost a whimper, that escapes her lips. I can see her cock throb several times. Thick jets of cum arc straight up into the air before falling, landing on her chest and belly. \n\nHer hand that is not wrapped around her cock reaches for the cum dotting her body, fingertips playing with her seed.\n\nA look of contentment makes it onto her features.\n\nAfter a few seconds, the hand touching her penis begins to move again, dribbling a few more drops from her shaft. She scoops up the remnants with a pair fo fingers that she promptly slips inside of her own pussy. When she withdraws them, with no sign of her cum on them any longer, she moves her fingers to her lips where she sucks them clean. \n\nThe hand she has around her cock begins to move again, bringing me the realization that she's still hard. Her smile seems to grow.\n\n<<else>>Looking straight at me, she uses one hand to spread her vagina, while the other pushes her penis deeper into herself. There's a hint of a smile in her eyes when I don't look away.\n\n"Azumi," Mr Morichi's voice fills the room with its rich tone, "Please, cover yourself. We have a guest."\n\nThe comment causes me to glance at Mr Morichi, realizing that this must not be an uncommon situation.\n\nHe looks at me, "I am sorry for my daughter's behavior. She lacks," A grimace flashes over his face, "//Restraint//."\n\nWhen my eyes inevitably return to Azumi's self fucking, both fascinated and bewildered by what I am seeing.\n\nFor the first time, Azumi makes a sound, its a moan, almost a whimper, that escapes her lips. I can see her cock throb several times.\n\nA look of contentment makes it onto her features.\n\nAfter a few seconds, the hand touching her penis moves, pulling her length out of her pussy. My eyes widen when her thick shaft keeps coming, eight, ten, maybe twelve inches in length.\n\nA big smile blossoms on her face, with one hand, she moves her penis out of the way, then begins to play with her pussy with the other, making sure I can see her own cum leaking out of her hole.\n\n<</if>>"Perhaps we should return when she is not so //distracted//. Mr Morichi says suddenly.\n\n"Please don't go," Her voice, like the sound of an angel, suddenly fills the room. She bites her lip again and give me a look that makes my heart race and my loins stir with lust.\n\nI freeze in place, wanting nothing more than to grant her wish.\n\nMr Morichi places a hand on my shoulder, bringing me back to my senses. With a meaningful glance at the exit, I take the hint and step towards the door.\n\nBehind me, I hear Mr Morichi, "I love you Azumi, you are your father's moon and stars," There is raw emotion in his tone.\n\n"I hate you father," She replies, her own voice is beautiful in spite of her words, "You are my jailer and tormenter."\n\nI'm almost through the door, her voice rings out again, "Sir?" I turn towards her, she's on her hands and knees now, crawling across the bed towards me. I can see her pert breasts on full display, and I can see her penis dangling beneath her, "Tell me your name?"\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," I reply, as much out of habit as anything else.\n\nAzumi smiles broadly, "I think I like you <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>, will you please come visit me again some time?" \n\nI can see one of her hands already straying between her legs again as she watches me.\n\n"He will consider it," Mr Morichi interjects before I have time to reply.\n\n[[Next.|AzumiExit2]]

A little distance a head of me, I see someone hanging laundry on a drooping clothesline.\n\nShe pauses, glancing up at me.\n\nI meet her eyes and give a half nod in greeting. \n\nInstead of returning my gesture, she instead glances one last time at her laundry, picks up her basked of clothes, then steps inside the nearby house.\n\nOnce she's out of sight, I think I hear the faint sound of the door's deadbolt sliding home.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]

When I close the door behind myself, I double check that its locked before moving quietly through the halls. Every step of the way I worry that I will be seen, but somehow I make it to the back door without being spotted. \n\nAt the back door, I lock it quickly behind myself, my thoughts lingering on Azumi as [[I make my escape.|Bluff]]

[[return|$return]]\n\n[[A Brief History of Wanton Cove]]\n[[The Geography of Wanton Cove]]\n[[Places of Interest on the Island of Wanton Cove]]\n[[Founder, Zodak Alhazred]]\n\n[[return|$return]]

The house is sparsely decorated and well cleaned. Stark white walls show no indication of ever having pictures hung on them with the exception of a large painting of Lady Anne herself resting above the fireplace. The center of the large room has very little in the way of furnishings. A table, at about knee height separates an expensive looking chair, plush and shining of well polished leather, and a small couch that appears heavily worn from long use.\n\nThe chair’s back faces the simple stone hearth surrounding a crackling fire. For just a second, I imagine Lady Anne sitting in that chair, cast in silhouette as flames crackle behind her.\n\nAs if the thought is an invitation, Lady Anne takes the chair, then motions me towards the couch.\n\n<<set $random to random(1,4)>><<if $random is 4>>As I reluctantly take the offered, there's a sound from the next room over.\n\n//Sounds like someone washing dishes, or putting them away.// The thought drifts through my mind, to be forgotten almost as quickly as it arrived.\n\n<<elseif $random is 3>>Settling into the chair, I see a man out of the corner of my eye. I have only a split second to realize that he is naked other than some form of collar around his neck. \n\nI quickly turn my head to look towards him, but he is already gone. I can faintly hear the sound of footsteps retreating out of sight.\n\n<<elseif $random is 2>>"Husband! Refreshments for our guest." Lady Anne barks the words like an order. \n\n"Yes dear!" A meek, feminine voice replies, "Right away dear!"\n\nI'm just settling into the offered chair when a naked man walks into the room carrying a tray with two glasses of what appears to be water on it. He sits the tray on the table, easily within Lady Anne's reach, but far enough away from me that I'd have to either get up, or lean quite a ways to reach it.\n\n"Will there be anything else you need my dear?" Lady Anne's husband says softly. I can see his eyes downcast, his slightly too skinny body held almost perfectly still. Turning slightly for a better look at the man, I can see that his brown hair has been grown long, just a little past his shoulders, and his soft feminine features make him look girlish. When I allow my eyes to drift lower, I can see just the faintest hint of ribs through his skin. Between his legs, the man is erect, his penis about the size of my pinkie, both in length and girth. \n\n<<if $Taint lte 25>>Fighting the urge to gape at the sight, I pull my gaze away.<<elseif $Taint lte 50>>A chill goes through me at the sight, making me wonder if he is also the victim of whatever has been changing me. Shaken, I return my gaze to Lady Anne, just a hint of an amused smile on her lips.<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>I shudder at the sight, knowing deep down that the horror of loosing our once proud manhood is an experience that both of us share. But what probably bothers me most is that in a brief moment when out tyes meet, I see only a defeated acceptence in his eyes.<<else>>//Whatever changed me is changing him as well. I know it.// I think darkly, //And whatever the cause, its broken him.//<<endif>><<else>>The house is quiet except for the soft crackling of the fire behind Lady Anne. Even the couch only softly whispers as I sit down.<<endif>>\n\n[[Ask Lady Anne about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Ask about her family.]]<<if $AnneHusband is "True">>\n[[Ask about her family business.]] \n[[Ask about her husband Toby.]]\n[[Ask about her son Dewey.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about the Morichi Family]]<<endif>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Played">>\n[[Ask if she is Azumi's mother.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Lady Anne about the Pastor.]]<</if>>\n[[Make your exit.|Nice part of town.]]\n

Discarding my clothes on the floor at the foot of the bed, I feel a thrill as the couples' eyes leer at me. \n\nThe woman moves to make more room on the bed for me, and the man slips off the bed, his erection pointing straight at me as he watches me climb onto the bed.\n\nWalking behind me, my ass pointed straight at him, he says, "You've got a nice ass," with a little smile.\n\n<<if $GooCounter is 0>>On impulse, I reach behind myself, taking one ass cheek in each hand and spreading them, exposing my asshole to the man.\n\nThe bed rocks as he climbs onto it behind me. I can hear the man spit, a split second later, wethess hits the crack of my ass. \n\nWasting no time, I feel the man rub his dick in his own saliva, then nudge my asshole. \n\nFor a second, I tense up, but then relax, not fighting the intrusion. Solwly, the man begins to push inside.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>Looking over my shoulder, I see the man spit into his hand, then rub his saliva onto his cock. As he does so, his eyes never leave my ass.\n\nHe climbs onto the bed behind me. Once he's moved close between my legs, I feel one of his hands grip my hip as the other guides his cock to my rear enterance.\n\nI freeze up when I realize his intent. Once the tip is inside of my anus, I feel his other hand grip my hip as he begins to push firther inside.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Almost as soon as I'm on the bed, the man is climbing onto it behind me. \n\nHis cock brushes my nether lips, gliding along the wetness of my pussy. But after several thrusts, and no penetration, he suddenly withdraws. \n\nI only have a second to wonder what he is doing when I feel his cock, lubed in my own pussy juices, nudge at my asshole. \n\nWith a firm grip on my hips, he begins to push his length into me.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>>\n\nIt doesn't take long before I feel his hips pressing firmly against my ass.\n\nThe sensation of his cock buried in my ass is mildly uncomfortable at first, but quickly turns to a bloated pressure that's just the right side of pleasant.\n\nWhen the man pulls back, he leaves my ass feeling empty, only to geel full again as he pushes forward once more. Its not long before the man's slow but even thrusts begin to speed up.\n\nReaching under myself with one hand, I begin to rub my clit in time with his thrusts.\n\n"You're so fucking tight," The man grunts, his pace quickening.\n\nSitting near the head of the bed, the woman watches the man fucking my ass with a wistful smile on her lips.\n\nAs I feel my orgasm beginning to approach, I find myself thrusting back to meet the man's own thrusts.\n\nNeeding no further encouragement, the man makes several rapid thrusts, then shoves balls deep inside of me before starting to unload his cum deep inside of my ass.\n\nMy fingers dance over my clit, bringing me to orgasm just seconds after the man's cock stops jerking inside of me. I can feel my own juice flowing down my thighs as my pussy quivers.\n\nBreathing heavily, I feel the man slide his softening cock free of my anus. \n\nIt takes more than a minute to regain my breath once more. When I finally slip from the bed, I give the couple a little smile before gathering my clothes and starting to redress myself.\n\n[[I return to my room.|Your room.]]<<set $Depravity += 1>><<set $Taint += 5>>

<<set $random to random(1,2)>><<if $random is 1>><<if $Taint lte 39>>The twins smile in unison when I make no move to flee. \n\nI take a deep breath to steel myself, but the smell of sex fills my nostrils, rising my arousal. My manhood swells within my trousers.\n\nBoth girls' eyes drift toward my crotch with an unsettling synchronization, their smiles blossoming into grins.\n\n"I think he is," The first sister begins before the second finishes, "Happy to see us, sister."\n\nOne of the sisters kisses me full on the lips, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. The other reaches for my buckle and makes short work of freeing me from my pants.\n\nI shuffle my feet as they move me toward the bed, my clothing being casually discarded in my wake as their talented fingers free me from everything I am wearing.\n\nWhen they reach the bed, one of them pushes me onto my back, bouncing as I hit the bed. Almost immediately one of the sisters moves to straddle me, "You got to go first last time sister," The one crawling onto the bed says. I've no idea which one I am looking at.\n\nShe sits on my cock, trapping it between us. Her hips move slowly forward and back, hotdogging my cock between her labia. Her soaking wet cunt glides across my cock with almost no resistance.\n\nA shuddering moan of pleasure escapes my lips. I half close my eyes as I enjoy what she is doing. I only open my eyes again when the girl sits up, my cock no longer pinned between us. Both of her hands come to rest on my chest as she looks me in the eyes. Between our legs, I can feel her sister take hold of my cock, kiss the tip, then point it toward the cunt of the girl straddling me. She watches my expression closely as she lowers herself onto it.\n\nWhen her hips meet yours, she gyrates her hips, feeling you inside every place you can reach, "It looks like that," The other sister begins, "Feels very good," The one you are inside of finishes. \n\nThe second sister moves, her lips kissing a trail along the inside of my thigh as she works her way toward her sister's pussy. The sister on top of me continues riding me slowly, leaning forward so that her breasts dangle in front of my face.\n\nI lean forward, playfully trying to catch a bouncing nipple between my lips. The girl giggles in response.\n\nMy focus shifts when I feel lips come in contact with one of my testicles. A second later, the lips release my sensitive orb, only to latch on to the other. Each time I tense up, partially because the act is just the wrong side of pain, and partially because it feels so //good.// \n\nThe girl on top of me begins riding faster, her movements calculated and precise as she tries to coax you closer and closer to orgasm, "Fuck me," She whimpers as you feel her body begin to convulse in orgasm, "Pregnant," The second sister purrs from between your legs.\n\nYou aren't quite there yet though. No matter how good it feels to have the first sister's pussy quivering around your cock, there's little chance that will be what tips the scales for you. The second sister sits up suddenly, "My turn," She says, playfully pushing her sister off of me.\n\nMy balls ache with need, and I'm so horny that I quickly sit up, flipping the second sister onto her hands and knees and mounting her roughly. She squeals in delight as I enter her balls deep in a single thrust. Her breathless sister grins at us, giggling happily from where she now lays beside us in the bed.\n\nTaking hold of her hips, I begin to thrust hard and fast. Barely a minute later I can feel my balls start to pull tight, my cock swelling and throbbing as I resist the urge to unload inside of her for just a few seconds longer. I'm looking straight at the sister, the one I fucked first, when I see a large smile form suddenly on her lips. As if that was all I was waiting for, I can no longer hold back my orgasm. \n\nI shove balls deep inside of the sister I am fucking, the tip of my cock nestling firmly against her cervix right as I start to cum. \n\nMy orgasm strikes with such force my vision becomes fuzzy for a moment, and I groan as I feel her pussy convulsing around my cock, seemingly intent to milk every drop of my seed into her very core.\n\nWith my cock still inside of her, she lays down on the bed, her ass still in the air as she sighs contentedly. \n\nWhen I pull out, my softening cock slips free with a wet sound, "Lots of," The sister I just finished fucking begins, "Cum. Next time he gets to," The second continues before the first one finishes, "Cum inside me."\n\nNot waiting for an invitation to leave, I look around the floor for my clothes, having little trouble finding them. I'm just buttoning my shirt back up when I hear the sisters behind me. I have no idea if one of them talks, of if they complete each other's sentence again, "Come back soon."\n\nTheir sing-song tone followed by a happy giggle is nearly enough to rise my manhood once more.\n\nI turn back toward them just long enough to say a quick goodbye before making a hasty retreat.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>The twins smile in unison when I make no move to flee. \n\nI take a deep breath to steel myself, but the smell of sex fills my nostrils, rising my arousal. My diminished manhood swells within my trousers.\n\nBoth girls' eyes drift toward my crotch with an unsettling synchronization, their smiles blossoming into grins, though there also seems to be a hint of disappointment in their eyes.\n\n"I think he is," The first sister begins before the second finishes, "Happy to see us, sister."\n\nOne of the sisters kisses me full on the lips, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. The other reaches for my buckle and makes short work of freeing me from my pants.\n\nI shuffle my feet as they move me toward the bed, my clothing being casually discarded in my wake as their talented fingers free me from everything I am wearing.\n\nWhen they reach the bed, one of them pushes me onto my back, bouncing as I hit the bed. Almost immediately one of the sisters moves to straddle me, "You got to go first last time sister," The one crawling onto the bed says. I've no idea which one I am looking at.\n\nShe sits on my cock, trapping it between us. Her hips move slowly forward and back, hotdogging my cock between her labia. Her soaking wet cunt glides across my cock with almost no resistance.\n\n"Not very big," The one sitting on me says sadly, "But it will still feel nice," The other completes.\n\nA shuddering moan of pleasure escapes my lips even as a feel a hint of shame at their words. I half close my eyes as I enjoy what she is doing and try to put my recent changes out of my mind. I only open my eyes again when the girl sits up, my cock no longer pinned between us. Both of her hands come to rest on my chest as she looks me in the eyes. Between our legs, I can feel her sister take hold of my cock, kiss the tip, then point it toward the cunt of the girl straddling me. She watches my expression closely as she lowers herself onto it.\n\nWhen her hips meet yours, she gyrates her hips, feeling you inside every place you can reach, "It looks like that," The other sister begins, "Feels very good," The one you are inside of finishes. \n\nThe second sister moves, her lips kissing a trail along the inside of my thigh as she works her way toward her sister's pussy. The sister on top of me continues riding me slowly, leaning forward so that her breasts dangle in front of my face.\n\nI lean forward, playfully trying to catch a bouncing nipple between my lips. The girl giggles in response.\n\nMy focus shifts when I feel lips come in contact with one of my small testicles. A second later, the lips release my sensitive orb, only to latch on to the other. Each time I tense up, partially because the act is just the wrong side of pain, and partially because it feels so //good.// \n\nThe girl on top of me begins riding faster, her movements calculated and precise as she tries to coax you closer and closer to orgasm, "Fuck me," She whimpers as you feel her body begin to convulse in orgasm, "Pregnant," The second sister purrs from between your legs.\n\nYou aren't quite there yet though. No matter how good it feels to have the first sister's pussy quivering around your cock, there's little chance that will be what tips the scales for you. The second sister sits up suddenly, "My turn," She says, playfully pushing her sister off of me.\n\nMy balls ache with need, and I'm so horny that I quickly sit up, flipping the second sister onto her hands and knees and mounting her roughly. She squeals in delight as I enter her balls deep in a single thrust. Her breathless sister grins at us, giggling happily from where she now lays beside us in the bed.\n\nTaking hold of her hips, I begin to thrust hard and fast. I have to slow my pace slightly after I slip out, realizing I no longer have the length I am used to between my legs. Instead of letting the realization linger, I instead focus on how good the cunt feels as I slide back inside. Barely a minute later I can feel my balls start to pull tight, my cock swelling and throbbing as I resist the urge to unload inside of her for just a few seconds longer. I'm looking straight at the sister, the one I fucked first, when I see a large smile form suddenly on her lips. As if that was all I was waiting for, I can no longer hold back my orgasm. \n\nI shove balls deep inside of the sister I am fucking, the tip of my cock nestling firmly against her cervix right as I start to cum. \n\nMy orgasm strikes with such force my vision becomes fuzzy for a moment, and I groan as I feel her pussy convulsing around my cock, seemingly intent to milk every drop of my seed into her very core.\n\nWith my cock still inside of her, she lays down on the bed, her ass still in the air as she sighs contentedly. \n\nWhen I pull out, my softening cock slips free with a wet sound, "My pussy is full of," The sister I just finished fucking begins, " his cum. Next time he gets to," The second continues before the first one finishes, "Cum inside me."\n\nNot waiting for an invitation to leave, I look around the floor for my clothes, having little trouble finding them. I'm just buttoning my shirt back up when I hear the sisters behind me. I have no idea if one of them talks, of if they complete each other's sentence again, "Come back soon."\n\nTheir sing-song tone followed by a happy giggle is nearly enough to rise my manhood once more.\n\nI turn back toward them just long enough to say a quick goodbye before making a hasty retreat.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The twins smile in unison when I make no move to flee. \n\nI take a deep breath to steel myself, but the smell of sex fills my nostrils, rising my arousal. My tiny manhood swells within my trousers.\n\nBoth girls' eyes drift toward my crotch with an unsettling synchronization, their expressions curious.\n\n"Do you think he has," The first sister begins, "Enough to satisfy us still?" The second finishes with a playful smile.\n\n"Only one way," The first sister starts before the second finishes, "To find out, sister."\n\nOne of the sisters kisses me full on the lips, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. The other reaches for my buckle and makes short work of freeing me from my pants.\n\nThe sister not kissing me makes a disappointed sound, but doesn't say anything further.\n\nI shuffle my feet as they move me toward the bed, my clothing being casually discarded in my wake as their talented fingers free me from everything I am wearing.\n\nWhen they reach the bed, one of them pushes me onto my back, bouncing as I hit the bed. Almost immediately one of the sisters moves to straddle me, "Not much to work with," The one crawling onto the bed says. I've no idea which one I am looking at, "But we can make due," Her sister coos.\n\nShe sits on my cock, trapping it between us. Her hips move slowly forward and back, hotdogging my cock between her labia. Her soaking wet cunt glides across my cock with almost no resistance.\n\nThe sister on top of me pushes down hard, riding up and down my short length. I can feel my cock brushing over her clit, I can feel it catching at her opening each time she slides by, but even when I try to angle my hips, I can't quite enter her.\n\nFor the next couple of minutes I can feel every fold of her pussy along my short cock, then the next time my little cockhead catches on her opening she shudders, moaning loudly as she begins to cum.\n\nShe's barely finished before the second sister pushes her playfully out of the way and quickly takes her place. I'm so close to cumming already that it's everything I can do to hold back just a little longer.\n\n"No fair!" The one just pushed out of the way exclaims, "I wasn't done yet!"\n\n"Patience sister," The one now riding me replies, "You can lick me clean when I'm finished."\n\nI can see out of the corner of my eye, the sister laying beside us suddenly grins, offering no further protest. Instead, she moves and her hands slide between my legs, touching my thighs, fondling my balls, then I feel a finger probe my asshole.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>I instinctively clinch up, not allowing her to go further. After a moment, she withdraws her finger and returns to rubbing the inside of my thighs.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 8>>I instinctively clench up, then after a moments hesitation allow myself to relax. Her finger probes deeper until it finds my asshole where she lightly prods it before slipping inside up to her first knuckle. The feeling is odd, and perhaps a little disturbing, but not unpleasant.\n\n<<else>>I allow myself to relax, her finger sliding deeper as it slides deeper inside of my asshole. I enjoy the feeling as she enters my back door, I make a surprised sound when I feel her hand press against my ass, her finger fully inside of me.\n\n<</if>>The sister now riding me, grinding her cunt against my tiny cock, quickens her pace and I can tell she's getting close. \n\nReceiving such attention from both girls, I can't hold out any longer and my cock begins to twitch. Cum dribbles from the tip of my penis as the twin on top of me continues to move, smearing my seed against both her pussy and my crotch.\n\nWhen she slips off of me, the first sister quickly kneels between my legs, licking the fluids smeared across my front off of my body, going so far as to suck at my little penis as she tries to coax a few more drops from my softened cock. Once she has me as clean as I am likely to get, she turns her attentions to her sister.\n\nNot waiting for an invitation to leave, I look around the floor for my clothes, having little trouble finding them. I'm just buttoning my shirt back up when I hear the sisters behind me. I have no idea if one of them talks, of if they complete each other's sentence again, "Come back soon."\n\nTheir sing-song tone followed by a happy giggle is nearly enough to rise my cocklet once more.\n\nI turn back toward them just long enough to say a quick goodbye before making a hasty retreat.\n\n<<else>>The twins smile in unison when I make no move to flee. \n\nI take a deep breath to steel myself, but the smell of sex fills my nostrils, rising my arousal. Between my legs I can feel my pussy quiver with need.\n\nBoth girls' eyes drift toward my crotch with an unsettling synchronization, their expressions just a little sad.\n\n"It's too bad really," The first sister begins, "but we can still have fun with her," The second finishes with a playful smile. \n\nThe two girls herd you toward the bed, stripping you as you move, "Too bad brother isn't home. I'd love to see," One sister starts before the other finishes, "Him fill her pussy with cum."\n\nI feel a thrill, but at the same time a sense of fear at the implications of what they are saying.\n\nOne of the girls crawls onto the bed, her hands straying to your chest to massage your breasts and play with your nipples, the other girl spreads your legs and kisses the inside of your thighs, "She smells delicious," The one between my legs says, "But she'd taste better full of cum," The other continues.\n\nThe sister between my legs mumbles something that sounds like agreement as she kisses my new pussy.\n\nMy body shudders in pleasure, but before I can moan the sister on the bed kisses me full on the lips, muffling the sound. \n\nI can do little more than lie there, writhing in pleasure at the two girls explore and sample my female body. Kissing me, licking and sucking at my breasts, and using their tongue on my pussy in ways I never would have imagined if I wasn't experiencing it. The minutes are a blur as they overwhelm me in pleasure. Sometimes when one of the girls licks my pussy, I can feel my body shudder in small orgasms, other times their kisses taste like my female sex. All the while the intensity of their attentions become more and move intense until I scream in orgasm, my body shaking uncontrollably before my vision turns to black.\n\nIt's impossible to know how long I blacked out for, but it couldn't have been for long as my chest was still heaving, my heart still racing from the experience.\n\nBoth of the girls however have turned their attentions on each other, each licking eagerly at the pussy of her sister as one lies on top of the other. Part of me wants to watch, but I already know that if I do I will almost certainly be pulled back into their debauchery\n\nNot waiting for an invitation to leave, I look around the floor for my clothes, having little trouble finding them. I'm just buttoning my shirt back up when I hear the sisters behind me. I have no idea if one of them talks, of if they complete each other's sentence again, "Come back soon."\n\nTheir sing-song tone followed by a happy giggle makes my pussy quiver with the desire to be touched.\n\nI turn back toward them just long enough to say a quick goodbye before making a hasty retreat.\n\n<</if>><<else>><<if $Taint lte 39>>When the twins smile, it's in nearly perfect unison. Part of me wonders if their nearly perfectly mirrored movements are practiced, or if the unsettling synchronization comes naturally to them.\n\n"Do you think he," One sister purrs, the second picking up without missing a beat, "Came to play with us?" \n\nIf I wasn't watching them, seeing one speaking then the other, I'd have never even known it was two people talking, <<if $Depravity lte 5>>"I thought we could talk," You start, not quite believing the words myself. //Who do I think I'm fooling? When I stepped through their door, I already knew what they were going to want.//\n\nThey glance at one another, and though not a word is uttered between them, they seem to communicate a plan as effectively as if they had spoken at length about what they are about to do.\n\nOne sister seems to step in front of the other, her hand reaching for her shoulder where she slides the strap free and the garment begins to sag downward. I find myself fixated on her as the fabric catches on her breast.\n\nSwallowing, I'm barely able to get past the lump in my throat as I do so. My balls are already beginning to ache at the thought of seeing her expose more of her delicate skin.\n\nI nearly jump out of my skin when I feel a hand on my crotch. I look down and realize that while I was fixated on her sister, the other sister had crawled over to me and is now kneeling in front of me, a hungry look in her eyes as she traces my bulge with the tip of one finger.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 8>>I can feel the smile tug at my lips, the thought of these two perfect vixens and what they likely have planned for me is enough to quicken my pulse.\n\nThey glance at one another, and though not a word is uttered between them, they seem to communicate a plan as effectively as if they had spoken at length about what they are about to do.\n\nOne sister seems to step in front of the other, her hand reaching for her shoulder where she slides the strap free and the garment begins to sag downward. I find myself fixated on her as the fabric catches on her breast.\n\nSwallowing, I'm barely able to get past the lump in my throat as I do so. My balls are already beginning to ache at the thought of seeing her expose more of her delicate skin.\n\nI moan softly when I feel a hand on my crotch. I look down and realize that while I was fixated on her sister, the other sister had crawled over to me and is now kneeling in front of me, a hungry look in her eyes as she traces my bulge with the tip of one finger.\n\n"It's not polite to keep a guest waiting," I say lightly.\n\nBoth of the girls giggle softly.\n\n<<else>>"Don't keep me waiting," I say, resisting the urge to walk across the room and rip their clothes off. \n\nThey glance at one another, and though not a word is uttered between them, they seem to communicate a plan as effectively as if they had spoken at length about what they are about to do.\n\nOne sister seems to step in front of the other, her hand reaching for her shoulder where she slides the strap free and the garment begins to sag downward. I find myself fixated on her as the fabric catches on her breast.\n\n//These little sluts sure know how to tease a man.//My balls are already beginning to ache at the thought of seeing her expose more of her delicate skin.\n\nI moan softly when I feel a hand on my crotch. I look down and realize that while I was fixated on her sister, the other sister had crawled over to me and is now kneeling in front of me, a hungry look in her eyes as she traces my bulge with the tip of one finger.\n\n"You don't have to ask permission, you can take it out any time you like," I say lightly.\n\nBoth of the girls giggle softly.\n\n<</if>>Turning my eyes back to the sister standing a short distance in front of me, I can see that the strap has slid further down her shoulder, the fabric now caught on her hardened nipple.\n\nThe pressure on my crotch releases with a blissful suddenness as the sister kneeling before me unbuckles my belt.\n\nWhen the dress strap finally slides past the first sister's nipple, the rest of her dress quickly falls in it's wake, leaving her standing completely naked before me.\n\n//She's young enough to be my daughter,// The thought doesn't have enough time to fully register before I feel the warm, wet lips of her sister wrap gently around my cock.\n\nI moan, my only conscious thought is to savor this incredible feeling.\n\nIt's only when someone pushes me, causing me to fall backward, that I realize that the first sister has closed the distance between us. I can feel the cool air of the room on my cock as her sister's lips pop free of my rigid member, but I don't have long to protest. The sister kneeling between my legs holds my cock, pointing it straight up. Her sister who just pushed me onto my back steps over me and without hesitation lowers herself onto my shaft. In one fluid motion, her slick and scorching hot cunt has engulfed my entire length, her pelvis pressed firmly against my own.\n\nThe sister on top of me begins to ride me, her eyes rolled back as she seems to savor every centimeter of my length. \n\nThere's a moment of confusion when something unfamiliar happens, I feel something wet on my balls followed by a gentle pressure as the second sister sucks on first one of my testicles, then the other in turn. Every few seconds she alternates one to the other, each time causing my balls to ache just a little more with the need to release their cargo. \n\nAfter a couple of minutes, the second sister releases my sensitive orbs and moves up beside me. Leaning close, she nibbles playfully at my earlobe. At the same time her sister grinds her hips down against me in a way that makes me intimately aware of just how close to cumming I am.\n\nBarely a whisper in my ear, the sister playing with my ear hisses in my ear, "Cum inside my sister, make her pregnant."\n\nWhether it's the one sister's words, or it's the way the first sister is riding me, I feel my balls pull up tight and my cock swell right before I begin to cum. The sister riding me presses down hard, seeming to sense how close I am and wanting my seed as deep inside of her as possible. \n\nI couldn't have held back at that moment if my life had depended on it.\n\nThe sister on top of me moans lewdly, her whole body beginning to tremble as I start to fill her cunt with thick white ropes of my cum.\n\nI look up at the sister on top of me, my eyes drifting over her body. There's a light sheen of sweat across her skin and her chest heaves as she breathes heavily. \n\nShe smiles down at me, then slides to the side, my softening rod slipping from her hole.\n\nHer sister wastes no time, she crawls on top of me. My first thought is that I need a break before she'll be able to get any use out of me, but that's not her plan. She straddles my chest, then reaches over to her sister, her fingers slipping into her sister's freshly used cunt. \n\nI can see a thick gob of my semen on her fingers. She rises up slightly, then bare inches from my face I watch as she slips her cum coated fingers into her own clearly wet hole, pushing them as deep inside of herself as she can. \n\nThe sight is nearly enough to make my cock stir back to life.\n\nWhen her fingers come back out, there's barely any evidence of my seed on them. She rises them to her lips and cleans them with her little pink tongue.\n\nSomething in my expression makes her grin. She never breaks eye contact with me as she slips off of my chest onto her sister.\n\nRealizing that if I don't leave soon, that these instable sluts are going to pull me into another round of carnal indulgence, I roll away from them and try to make my escape.\n\nA minute later, I've got my pants pulled back up into place and am just buckling my pants.\n\nI'm nearly to the door when the girls' giggles draw my attention back to them. I can't see which one of them talks, but I've little doubt that they split the sentence between them somehow, "Are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer?"\n\nBoth of them have their asses presented to me, their glistening wet pussies on full display. The only way I can tell them apart is that one of them has just a small dribble of my cum leaking from her pussy.\n\nI groan inwardly, my cock stirring back to life.\n\nBut before my little head can make the decision for me, I reach for the doorknob to flee before they can draw me back in like a moth to the flame.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>When the twins smile, it's in nearly perfect unison. Part of me wonders if their nearly perfectly mirrored movements are practiced, or if the unsettling synchronization comes naturally to them.\n\n"Do you think he," One sister purrs, the second picking up without missing a beat, "Came to play with us?" \n\nIf I wasn't watching them, seeing one speaking then the other, I'd have never even known it was two people talking, <<if $Depravity lte 5>>"I thought we could talk," You start, not quite believing the words myself. //Who do I think I'm fooling? When I stepped through their door, I already knew what they were going to want.//\n\nThey glance at one another, and though not a word is uttered between them, they seem to communicate a plan as effectively as if they had spoken at length about what they are about to do.\n\nOne sister seems to step in front of the other, her hand reaching for her shoulder where she slides the strap free and the garment begins to sag downward. I find myself fixated on her as the fabric catches on her breast.\n\nSwallowing, I'm barely able to get past the lump in my throat as I do so. My balls are already beginning to ache at the thought of seeing her expose more of her delicate skin.\n\nI nearly jump out of my skin when I feel a hand on my crotch. I look down and realize that while I was fixated on her sister, the other sister had crawled over to me and is now kneeling in front of me, a hungry look in her eyes as she traces my bulge with the tip of one finger.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 8>>I can feel the smile tug at my lips, the thought of these two perfect vixens and what they likely have planned for me is enough to quicken my pulse.\n\nThey glance at one another, and though not a word is uttered between them, they seem to communicate a plan as effectively as if they had spoken at length about what they are about to do.\n\nOne sister seems to step in front of the other, her hand reaching for her shoulder where she slides the strap free and the garment begins to sag downward. I find myself fixated on her as the fabric catches on her breast.\n\nSwallowing, I'm barely able to get past the lump in my throat as I do so. My balls are already beginning to ache at the thought of seeing her expose more of her delicate skin.\n\nI moan softly when I feel a hand on my crotch. I look down and realize that while I was fixated on her sister, the other sister had crawled over to me and is now kneeling in front of me, a hungry look in her eyes as she traces my bulge with the tip of one finger.\n\n"It's not polite to keep a guest waiting," I say lightly.\n\nBoth of the girls giggle softly.\n\n<<else>>"Don't keep me waiting," I say, resisting the urge to walk across the room and rip their clothes off. \n\nThey glance at one another, and though not a word is uttered between them, they seem to communicate a plan as effectively as if they had spoken at length about what they are about to do.\n\nOne sister seems to step in front of the other, her hand reaching for her shoulder where she slides the strap free and the garment begins to sag downward. I find myself fixated on her as the fabric catches on her breast.\n\n//These little sluts sure know how to tease a man.//My balls are already beginning to ache at the thought of seeing her expose more of her delicate skin.\n\nI moan softly when I feel a hand on my crotch. I look down and realize that while I was fixated on her sister, the other sister had crawled over to me and is now kneeling in front of me, a hungry look in her eyes as she traces my bulge with the tip of one finger.\n\n"You don't have to ask permission, you can take it out any time you like," I say lightly.\n\nBoth of the girls giggle softly.\n\n<</if>>Turning my eyes back to the sister standing a short distance in front of me, I can see that the strap has slid further down her shoulder, the fabric now caught on her hardened nipple.\n\nThe pressure on my crotch releases with a blissful suddenness as the sister kneeling before me unbuckles my belt.\n\nFor just a second, my thoughts darken as I think of how my manhood has diminished since arriving in Wanton Cove, the thought making me self conscious for just a few seconds.\n\nWhen the dress strap finally slides past the first sister's nipple, the rest of her dress quickly falls in it's wake, leaving her standing completely naked before me.\n\n//She's young enough to be my daughter,// The thought doesn't have enough time to fully register before I feel the warm, wet lips of her sister wrap gently around my decreased cock.\n\nI moan, my only conscious thought is to savor this incredible feeling.\n\nIt's only when someone pushes me, causing me to fall backward, that I realize that the first sister has closed the distance between us. I can feel the cool air of the room on my cock as her sister's lips pop free of my rigid member, but I don't have long to protest. The sister kneeling between my legs holds my cock, pointing it straight up. Her sister who just pushed me onto my back steps over me and without hesitation lowers herself onto my shaft. In one fluid motion, her slick and scorching hot cunt has engulfed my entire length, her pelvis pressed firmly against my own.\n\nMy thoughts return to how much my manhood has shrunk since arriving in Wanton Cove when she presses down a little harder, as if my cock doesn't quite reach as deep as she would like.\n\nThe sister on top of me begins to ride me, her eyes focused on my own. \n\nThere's a moment of confusion when something unfamiliar happens, I feel something wet on my balls followed by a gentle pressure as the second sister sucks on first one of my testicles, then the other in turn. Every few seconds she alternates one to the other, each time causing my balls to ache just a little more with the need to release their cargo. \n\nAfter a couple of minutes, the second sister releases my sensitive orbs and moves up beside me. Leaning close, she nibbles playfully at my earlobe. At the same time her sister grinds her hips down against me in a way that makes me intimately aware of just how close to cumming I am.\n\nBarely a whisper in my ear, the sister playing with my ear hisses in my ear, "Cum inside my sister, make her pregnant."\n\nWhether it's the one sister's words, or it's the way the first sister is riding me, I feel my balls pull up tight and my cock swell right before I begin to cum. The sister riding me presses down hard, seeming to sense how close I am and wanting my seed as deep inside of her as possible. \n\nI couldn't have held back at that moment if my life had depended on it.\n\nThe sister on top of me moans lewdly, her whole body beginning to tremble as I start to fill her cunt with a pearly white stream of my cum.\n\nI look up at the sister on top of me, my eyes drifting over her body. There's a light sheen of sweat across her skin and her chest heaves as she breathes heavily. \n\nShe smiles down at me, then slides to the side, my softening rod slipping from her hole.\n\nHer sister wastes no time, she crawls on top of me. My first thought is that I need a break before she'll be able to get any use out of me, but that's not her plan. She straddles my chest, then reaches over to her sister, her fingers slipping into her sister's freshly used cunt. \n\nI can see a thick gob of my semen on her fingers. She rises up slightly, then bare inches from my face I watch as she slips her cum coated fingers into her own clearly wet hole, pushing them as deep inside of herself as she can. \n\nThe sight is nearly enough to make my cock stir back to life.\n\nWhen her fingers come back out, there's barely any evidence of my seed on them. She rises them to her lips and cleans them with her little pink tongue.\n\nSomething in my expression makes her grin. She never breaks eye contact with me as she slips off of my chest onto her sister.\n\nRealizing that if I don't leave soon, that these instable sluts are going to pull me into another round of carnal indulgence, I roll away from them and try to make my escape.\n\nA minute later, I've got my pants pulled back up into place and am just buckling my pants.\n\nI'm nearly to the door when the girls' giggles draw my attention back to them. I can't see which one of them talks, but I've little doubt that they split the sentence between them somehow, "Are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer?"\n\nBoth of them have their asses presented to me, their glistening wet pussies on full display. The only way I can tell them apart is that one of them has just a small dribble of my cum leaking from her pussy.\n\nI groan inwardly, my undersized cock stirring back to life.\n\nBut before my little head can make the decision for me, I reach for the doorknob to flee before they can draw me back in like a moth to the flame.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>When the twins smile, it's in nearly perfect unison. Part of me wonders if their nearly perfectly mirrored movements are practiced, or if the unsettling synchronization comes naturally to them.\n\n"Do you think he," One sister purrs, the second picking up without missing a beat, "Came to play with us?" \n\nIf I wasn't watching them, seeing one speaking then the other, I'd have never even known it was two people talking, <<if $Depravity lte 5>>"I thought we could talk," You start, not quite believing the words myself. //Who do I think I'm fooling? When I stepped through their door, I already knew what they were going to want.//\n\nAs my thoughts go to my tiny manhood, wondering why I would want to embarrass myself in this way.\n\nThey glance at one another, and though not a word is uttered between them, they seem to communicate a plan as effectively as if they had spoken at length about what they are about to do.\n\nOne sister seems to step in front of the other, her hand reaching for her shoulder where she slides the strap free and the garment begins to sag downward. I find myself fixated on her as the fabric catches on her breast.\n\nSwallowing, I'm barely able to get past the lump in my throat as I do so. My little balls are already beginning to ache at the thought of seeing her expose more of her delicate skin.\n\nI nearly jump out of my skin when I feel a hand on my crotch. I look down and realize that while I was fixated on her sister, the other sister had crawled over to me and is now kneeling in front of me, a hungry look in her eyes as she traces my barely noticeable bulge with the tip of one finger.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 8>>I can feel the smile tug at my lips, the thought of these two perfect vixens and what they likely have planned for me is enough to quicken my pulse.\n\nThey glance at one another, and though not a word is uttered between them, they seem to communicate a plan as effectively as if they had spoken at length about what they are about to do.\n\n//When they see how small my cock it, they're going to be disappointed.//\n\nOne sister seems to step in front of the other, her hand reaching for her shoulder where she slides the strap free and the garment begins to sag downward. I find myself fixated on her as the fabric catches on her breast.\n\nSwallowing, I'm barely able to get past the lump in my throat as I do so. My tiny balls are already beginning to ache at the thought of seeing her expose more of her delicate skin.\n\nI moan softly when I feel a hand on my crotch. I look down and realize that while I was fixated on her sister, the other sister had crawled over to me and is now kneeling in front of me, a hungry look in her eyes as she traces my barely noticeable bulge with the tip of one finger.\n\n"It's not polite to keep a guest waiting," I say, trying to make my voice husky.\n\nBoth of the girls giggle softly.\n\n<<else>>"Don't keep me waiting," I say, resisting the urge to walk across the room and rip their clothes off. //Even with as small as my manhood is, we'll find ways to make use of it.//\n\nThey glance at one another, and though not a word is uttered between them, they seem to communicate a plan as effectively as if they had spoken at length about what they are about to do.\n\nOne sister seems to step in front of the other, her hand reaching for her shoulder where she slides the strap free and the garment begins to sag downward. I find myself fixated on her as the fabric catches on her breast.\n\n//These little sluts sure know how to tease a man.//My little balls are already beginning to ache at the thought of seeing her expose more of her delicate skin.\n\nI moan softly when I feel a hand on my crotch. I look down and realize that while I was fixated on her sister, the other sister had crawled over to me and is now kneeling in front of me, a hungry look in her eyes as she traces my tony bulge with the tip of one finger.\n\n"You don't have to ask permission, you can take it out any time you like," I say lightly.\n\nBoth of the girls giggle softly.\n\n<</if>>Turning my eyes back to the sister standing a short distance in front of me, I can see that the strap has slid further down her shoulder, the fabric now caught on her hardened nipple.\n\nThe pressure on my crotch releases with a blissful suddenness as the sister kneeling before me unbuckles my belt.\n\nFor just a second, my thoughts darken as I think of just how tiny my manhood has become since arriving in Wanton Cove, the thought making me self conscious for just a few seconds.\n\nWhen the dress strap finally slides past the first sister's nipple, the rest of her dress quickly falls in it's wake, leaving her standing completely naked before me.\n\n//She's young enough to be my daughter,// The thought doesn't have enough time to fully register before I feel the warm, wet lips of her sister wrap gently around my little cock.\n\nI moan, my only conscious thought is to savor this incredible feeling.\n\nIt's only when someone pushes me, causing me to fall backward, that I realize that the first sister has closed the distance between us. I can feel the cool air of the room on my cock as her sister's lips pop free of my minuscule member, but I don't have long to protest. The sister kneeling between my legs holds my cock, pointing it straight up. Her sister who just pushed me onto my back steps over me and without hesitation lowers herself onto my shaft. I'm barely long enough to enter her. I can feel just the tip slip inside.\n\nInstead, she changes tactics, rocking her hips and sliding along my length with my inadequate cock pinned between us.\n\nMy thoughts return to how much my manhood has shrunk since arriving in Wanton Cove as I watch, part of me enjoying what she is doing, while the rest of me is ashamed of my pathetic size.\n\n\nThere's a moment of confusion when something unfamiliar happens, I feel something wet on my little balls followed by a gentle pressure as the second sister sucks on first one of my testicles, then the other in turn. Every few seconds she alternates one to the other, each time causing my balls to ache just a little more with the need to release their cargo. \n\nAfter a couple of minutes, the second sister releases my sensitive orbs and moves up beside me. Leaning close, she nibbles playfully at my earlobe. At the same time her sister grinds her hips down against me in a way that makes me intimately aware of just how close to cumming I am.\n\nBarely a whisper in my ear, the sister playing with my ear hisses in my ear, "Can you still cum like a man? Or have you lost that along with your size?"\n\nWhether it's the one sister's shameful words, or it's the way the first sister is grinding against me, I feel my tiny balls pull up tight and my little cock swell right before I begin to cum. I can see just a little spurt of white shoot from the tip of my cock to land across my belly, followed by a small dribble that the sister on top of me smears across my crotch with her cunt.\n\nI look up at the sister on top of me, my eyes drifting over her body. There's a light sheen of sweat across her skin and her chest heaves as she breathes heavily. \n\nShe smiles down at me, then slides to the side, my softening rod looking truly pathetic where it's smeared in a mixture of her juices and my own embarrassingly small ejaculation.\n\nHer sister wastes no time, she crawls on top of me. My first thought is that I need a break before she'll be able to get any use out of me even if I was large enough to please her, but that's not her plan. She straddles my belly, bearing down as she grinds her cunt against the traces of cum across my belly and crotch. \n\nThe sight is nearly enough to make my tiny cock stir back to life.\n\nSomething in my expression makes her grin. She never breaks eye contact with me as she slips off of my belly onto her sister.\n\nRealizing that if I don't leave soon, that these instable sluts are going to pull me into another round of carnal indulgence, I roll away from them and try to make my escape.\n\nA minute later, I've got my pants pulled back up into place and am just buckling my pants.\n\nI'm nearly to the door when the girls' giggles draw my attention back to them. I can't see which one of them talks, but I've little doubt that they split the sentence between them somehow, "Are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer?"\n\nBoth of them have their asses presented to me, their glistening wet pussies on full display. My eyes move between the two, but I honestly have no idea of which one is which.\n\nI groan inwardly at the erotic sight, my insignificant cock stirring back to life.\n\nBut before my little head can make the decision for me, I reach for the doorknob to flee before they can draw me back in like a moth to the flame.\n\n<<else>>When the twins smile, it's in nearly perfect unison. Part of me wonders if their nearly perfectly mirrored movements are practiced, or if the unsettling synchronization comes naturally to them.\n\n"Do you think she," One sister purrs, the second picking up without missing a beat, "Came to play with us?" \n\nIf I wasn't watching them, seeing one speaking then the other, I'd have never even known it was two people talking, <<if $Depravity lte 6>>//They do this kind of thing with girls too,// I take a deep breath, letting that thought settle into my mind. \n\nMy pussy quivers at the thought of being touched, of being used. For just a split second I //crave// the feeling of a thick hard cock sliding into my hole. \n\n<<else>>//Girls making love to girls? Such things are spoken about in hushed tones in this day and age. The realization that these girls want to do something like this to me should repulse me, or at least bother me a bit. Why am I looking forward to it?//\n\nSome part of me feels sad that they aren't brothers rather than sisters, two hard cocks intended to please me. My pussy quivers with need as I wonder what their fingers, their tongues, will feel like inside of me.\n\n<</if>>I quickly push the thought aside as the sisters move toward me in almost perfect unison.\n\nThey both close in quickly, like predators moving in for the kill. \n\nThe first one to reach me kisses me, her lips feel so soft against my own. So different from when I still retained my manhood. //It's just a kiss, shouldn't kisses feel the same no matter if I was a man or a woman?//\n\nMeanwhile, the other sister is hard at work stripping me of my clothes.\n\nThe first sister breaks the kiss, my lips moving to seek hers out once more but not finding them. I open my eyes just in time to see both girls standing before me, undressing with synchronized movements that mirror one another almost perfectly.\n\nIt's not until their dresses are puddling around their ankles that I realize the second sister somehow stripped me completely while her sister was kissing me.\n\nThey both move in once more, this time their hands straying over my exposed flesh, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. I find myself doing the same to them, reaching out in the hopes of brushing a breast, to stray over the gentle slope of a hip, to cup the fleshy globe of an ass cheek.\n\nI moan when I feel fingers slide between my legs, my legs nearly giving out with the intense arousal that courses through me. \n\nHands and lips seem to be everywhere at once, gently caressing, sucking, licking, or prodding at me in a hundred different places that prove far more sensitive than I ever would have imagined.\n\nLost in the moment, all I can focus on is the pleasure, my own hands and lips seeking to return the favor.\n\nIt's not until I'm laying on their bed that I really start to take stock of my situation. \n\nOne of the girls is kneeling between my legs. I part them for her without hesitation. I'm rewarded with the incredible feeling of one of her fingers sliding just a little ways inside of me, a second later her tongue begins to lick playfully at my clit.\n\nThe other sister straddles me facing her sister. She pauses, her pussy mere inches from my face before beginning to lower herself toward my mouth.\n\nEven at a glance I can see that she's incredibly wet already. My tongue reaches out, gently brushing her folds. She moans softly and leans forward. Right before my eyes, the folds of her sex part to reveal her glistening sex. It's clear that she's wet, but I can also see a trickle of white at her entrance that can only be a man's cum. \n\n<<if $Depravity lte 6>>I try to jerk my head away, but it's already too late. She positioned her legs in such a way that I can't turn my head away, and from her position I have no leverage to force her off of me.\n\nTo make things worse, her sister seems to sense my hesitation and wraps her arms around my thighs. In doing so she not only prevents me from struggling as effectively, but she also manages to force her face just a little tighter against my new pussy. \n\nA second finger thrusts into my vagina to join the first, making me gasp. The sister poised above my mouth chooses that moment to descend, pressing her cum filled pussy against my face.\n\nI try to struggle, but it's no use. She rubs her cunt against my mouth and nose, spreading the juices from her pussy all over my face, filling my nostrils with the heady scent of male cum.\n\nJust as I open my mouth in an attempt to draw air into my lings, she bears down against my mouth, forcing some of the cum from her pussy into my mouth and onto my tongue.\n\nSome part of me, the part that knows I was just recently a man, wants to gag. But the female part of me, or perhaps whatever is changing me, drives my lust so high it's almost like a physical presence within me. \n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I try to turn my head away, but it's already too late. She positioned her legs in such a way that I can't turn my head away, and from her position I have no leverage to force her off of me.\n\nTo make things worse, her sister seems to sense my hesitation and wraps her arms around my thighs. In doing so she not only prevents me from struggling as effectively, but she also manages to force her face just a little tighter against my new pussy. \n\nA second finger thrusts into my vagina to join the first, making me gasp. The sister poised above my mouth chooses that moment to descend, pressing her cum filled pussy against my face.\n\nI try to struggle, but it's a token effort at most. She rubs her cunt against my mouth and nose, spreading the juices from her pussy all over my face, filling my nostrils with the heady scent of male cum.\n\nJust as I open my mouth in an attempt to draw air into my lings, she bears down against my mouth, forcing some of the cum from her pussy into my mouth and onto my tongue.\n\n//Is this really so bad?// \n\n<<else>>I know deep down that the sight before me should repulse me, but all I feel is arousal at the sight.\n\nTaking a deep breath, I savor the heady scent male cum and pussy juice.\n\nBetween my thighs, the sister there laps eagerly at my sex. She lets a second finger join the first to gently probe my new pussy.\n\nThe sister above my face uses this moment to lower herself onto my face. She moves her hips, spreading a liberal coating of the juices from her pussy across my face.\n\n<</if>>My tongue reaches out, brushing across her slick folds and tasting the tangy mixture of her own juices combined with a man's cum. As I allow my lusts to take over, I begin to lap eagerly at the cunt pressed against my face. I can feel the sister above me quivering and moaning as she enjoys my attentions. \n\nAll the while the sister between my legs continues to lick at me, my own hips bucking against her face as she drives me toward ecstasy.\n\nThe sister above me tenses suddenly, her whole body quivering as my tongue is flooded with fluids. \n\nJust a second later, my hips buck upward hard. The sister licking my pussy grips my thighs hard, holding my hips as her tongue continues to work it's magic even while I cum. \n\nI feel dizzy as I blink, and it takes me a few seconds to realize that I blacked out during my orgasm. As I try to take stock of my situation, I realize that the sister who had been crouched over my face has moved and is now sitting beside me, idly playing with her pussy.\n\nBetween my legs I can still feel the other sister, her previous intensity gone, but still lazily licking at my overly sensitive vagina. Occasionally my body shivers in an aftershock from the intense orgasm I just experienced.\n\nAfter a little while, the sister licking me withdraws. I'm not sure if I should be happy is disappointed that she is done.\n\nI don't put much thought into it, I unsteadily sit up and try to see where my clothes are. When I stand, it takes me two tries before my unsteady legs fully support my weight.\n\nOne, or perhaps both, of the sisters giggles softly behind me.\n\nI dress in silence, the girls watching my movements with a hungry look that reminds me of a cat trying to decide if it wants to get up to catch a mouse.\n\nWhen I'm fully dressed, I head for the door of their home.\n\n"You can stay with us if you'd like," The girls say behind me.\n\nI'm not sure what it is about their words that bothers me, but a sudden sense of trepidation spurs me quicker toward the door.\n\n<</if>><</if>>[[Leave.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 4>><<if $Depravity lte 2>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>

It takes a little while to get everything arranged, but eventually, you have a hot bath drawn for you. \n\nThe big metal tub dominating the middle of your room is a little more than half full of steaming water, filling the entire room with a slight haze.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>Stepping into the tub, I have a sharp intake of breath when the hot water touches my heavy balls.\n\nLetting the breath out slowly, I ease myself into the water. After a few seconds, I sigh, enjoying the feel of the heat seeping into my body after a long cold day.\n\n[[Enjoy the bath.]]\n[[masturbate in the bath.|MalemasturbateBath]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>I step into the tub, easing into the hot water. I make a hissing noise as my breath catches in my throat the moment the water hits my genitalia.\n\nMy breath escapes slowly, almost like a sigh as I start to slip deeper in the water.\n\n//This is nice,// I think as the heat starts to seep into my body.\n\n[[Enjoy the bath.]]\n[[masturbate in the bath.|SMalemasturbateBath]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The hot water makes me pause as I start to ease myself into its heat.\n\nMy breath comes in short breaths as I slide beneath the water, the heat just shy of too hot.\n\n[[Enjoy the bath.]]\n[[masturbate in the bath.|TMalemasturbateBath]]\n\n<<else>>I step up to the tub, looking at the steam coming off the still water.\n\nA hint of thrill goes through me, and I raise a single perfect leg and ease it beneath the waters, causing barely a ripple as I begin to slip beneath the hot water.\n\nI'm intimately aware of how different the water feels on my body than it did before my body started to change. The heat is hot, but I no longer feel the same knee jerk need to shy away from the heat. When the water reaches my crotch, it burns, but not the same as when the hot water had touched my cock and balls in the past. Instead the hot water seems to trace along my slit, like something alive trying to slip between my folds. \n\nI shudder at the thought, for a split second picturing something slick, and alive, trying to slip inside of me.\n\nMy pulse racing for a several seconds before I get it back under control. Deep inside of myself, I'm not entirely sure if that quickening of my pulse was from fear, or excitement however.\n\nPutthing the thought aside, I finish easing myself into the tub.\n\n[[Enjoy the bath.]]\n[[masturbate in the bath.|FemalemasturbateBath]]\n<</if>>

I see a woman standing near one of the decrepit shacks that make up this portion of Wanton Cove. Her soft moans carry clearly in the cool air, punctuated by the sounds of water dripping lazily from the nearby rooftops.\n\nFrom where I am walking, I can see that one of her hands is between her legs, rubbing at her pussy through the skirt of her dress, her other hand <<if $GooCounter is 0>>roughly groping <<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>lightly massaging <<set $GooCounter += 1>> <<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>> gently fondling <<set $GooGounter -= 2>><<endif>> her breast.\n\nAs I continue to walk, the wet sounds of my footsteps finally draws her attention.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 65>>The woman's gaze settles on me, as if sizing up my worth, or appraising a piece of meat.\n\nIf I had any doubt of her state of arousal, it would have abandoned me as I watch her lift her skirt, revealing her soaking wet cunt. With a single finger, she beckons me towards her.\n\nI do my best to ignore her unspoken invitation. I leave before I give in to my more [[carnal desires.|SlumReturn]]\nor\n[[I approach the woman.|SlumFuck1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 100>>The woman's gaze slips to me momentarily, but after eying me for a few brief seconds, her attention returns to her self gratification.\n\nDoubting that she would turn down some assistance, I idly wonder if I should join her.\n\n[[Join her.|SlumFuck1a]]\nor\nLeave before I give in to my more [[carnal desires.|SlumReturn]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 101>>>>The woman's gaze flickers to my own, but what she sees fails to hold her attention.\n\nMy own pussy aches to be filled as I watch her, and deep down, I know I no longer have what she needs to satisfy her lusts.\n\n[[I continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n<<endif>>

While sitting across from Ms. Sherwood, I get the urge to ask her about Azumi, //If she was involved in the Church back when Azumi was a baby, she might know something,// I take a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking.\n\n"My interest has been piqued about something, and I thought you might be able to help. You know who Azumi Morichi is I assume?"\n\nMs. Sherwood's eyes flicker to one of the crucifix on the wall, and she suddenly looks uneasy.\n\n"Mr Morichi has told me a bit about his //colorful// family history, he's even told me a little bit about his courtship and some of the events that surrounded Azumi's birth."\n\nAcross from me, Ms Sherwood subtly crosses herself before absently touching the crucifix at the nape of her neck.\n\n"I've met the girl, she's", . . . you struggle to find the right words, "She's got her own personal demons, but I think behind her //urges// she is a good person."\n\nShe looks ready to bolt, her unease is like a physical thing struggling to get away from anything to do with the subject.\n\nKnowing that backing down now almost ensures she won't speak on the subject with me in the future, I push on even though I know it may still the woman's tongue, "Is there any chance you can tell anything you know about Azumi, especially who her mother might have been?\n\nMs Sherwood remains silent for several heartbeats, then when I am nearly ready to give up on hearing her say anything, she takes a deep breath and speaks, "Margaret Anne, she calls herself Lady Anne." \n\n<<if $Anne is "Played">>I feel something twist in my gut. There's truth in Ms Sherwood's words. Not only can I tell that she means them, but deep down inside I have to admit that it feels right.\n\n//If that's true, then who is Lady Anne, who is she really? I feel like this is an important piece of the puzzle, part of what is happening here in Wanton Cove. But at the same time it makes this puzzle feel so much bigger than it was before.//\n\n<<else>>She must see the confusion in my eyes because she fidgets in her chair then continues. Her words are hesitant and her tone is hushed as they pass her lips, "She lives here in town, up here on the hill. She's," Ms Sherwood looses several shades of color, "She's a heathen, and her soul is stained so black I'm not even sure that the Good Lord would forgive her sins." \n\nWith a clearly troubled expression on her face, I can see her lips move, I can only assume it is in some silent prayer. Her eyes look wet, like she's on the verge of crying.\n\nI decide that pushing any further is unlikely to gain me any further information, and could possibly harm any chance of her wanting to visit further with me.\n\n//Ms Sherwood seems like a good Christian woman, full of kindness and forgiveness in her heart. What kind of person must Ms Sherwood be to affect her in this way?//\n\n<</if>>With that sobering thought in mind, I lean back in my seat.\n\n[[Did you think of anything you could add about the waterfront?]]\n\n[[What about the man with the limp you mentioned before?]]<<set $MotherMaybe to "Played">>\n\n[[You said your brother was leaving on the fishing boat?]]\n\n[[Tell me a little about yourself?]]\n\n[[You seemed a little intimidated by Aaron?]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon|Sherwood Pastor Talk]]<</if>><<if $SherwoodSex is "Played">>\n\n[[Maybe I can itch that scratch for you again?|Sherwood Sex]]<<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.]]<</if>>\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[Done asking questions for now.|Ms Sherwood's House]]\n

<<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>Walking down the forest trail, I see a luminecent puddle of White Goo.\n\nStepping closer, I brush back a branch for a better look. At a glance, it looks just like the other White Goo I have seen.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\nor\n[[Investigate Further|TG1]]<<else>>Walking down the forest trail, I see a small puddle of something white on the ground.\n\nMoving closer, I brush back a branch for a better look. The white slime looks like a jellyfish at first glance, but the faint glow it emits holds my attention.\n\nIntrigued, I nudge the puddle with the tip of my book, the sliming moving with a little juggle before sticking to my boot as I pull it back.\n\nAbsently, I wipe the White Goo from the tip of my boot on the bushes beside the trail.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Trail]]\n<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><<endif>>\n\n

"Anyone you know around Wanton Cove who might take advantage of a woman?" I ask.\n\nAaron fights to suppress a bitter laugh, "Really? With two females for every man in town? And that hot little piece of ass that hangs around my Barmaid's Daughter? And you think any man in this town would have to take what they want by //force?//"\n\n<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 9>>I can't help but feel there's more amusement in his voice than outrage. <<else>>Looking at his expression, I can see a little anger in his features. <</if>>\n\n"Fair enough," I say, "Just thought it was best to ask and be sure."\n\n[[You have any idea who she was?]]\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?]]\n<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Goo is "Played">>[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Water is "Played">>[[Any idea how long she might have been in the water?]]<</if>>\nor\n[[I'm done talking to Aaron.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

"Ah, an ah fine piece ah arse ye becummin," Vick gives you an unsettling grin.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>"If ye changin ah bit moor, ah'd gladly put mah cock to ya.<<if $Mutation gte 7>> If he hadn' been uched by //her// behsts. <<elseif $Mutation gte 3>> Even if ye been uched by //her// behsts.<<else>>" He gives a bit of suggestive wink that makes me feel even more uncomfortable than I had previously.<</if>>\n\nA second later, his expression becomes more serious again, "Der be suhm wicked evils aboot dis island. Voodoo black magik kind oh tuff."\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>"If ye changin ah bit moor, ah'd gladly put mah cock to ya." He gives a bit of suggestive wink that makes me feel even more uncomfortable than I had previously.\n\nHis expression turns wistful as he says something under his breath. The way he is looking at me, I'm pretty sure I'm happier not knowing what it was.\n\nA second later, he turns serious again, "Der be suhm wicked evils aboot dis island. Voodoo black magik kind oh tuff."\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>><<if $Depravity gte 9>>"Ah'd gladly put mah cock to ya, jus da way ye are,<<if $Mutation gte 7>> If he hadn' been uched by //her// behsts. <<elseif $Mutation gte 3>> Even if ye been uched by //her// behsts.<<else>>" He gives a bit of suggestive wink that makes me feel even more uncomfortable than I had previously.<</if>>" He gives a bit of suggestive wink that makes my tiny cock harden.\n\nHis expression turns wistful as he says something under his breath. The way he is looking at me, I can feel my little penis throb with arousal.\n\nA second later, he turns serious again, "Der be suhm wicked evils aboot dis island. Voodoo black magik kind oh tuff."\n\n<<set $VickSex to "Played">><<else>>"Ah'd gladly put mah cock to ya, jus da way ye are,<<if $Mutation gte 7>> If he hadn' been uched by //her// behsts. <<elseif $Mutation gte 3>> Even if ye been uched by //her// behsts.<<else>>" He gives a bit of suggestive wink that makes me feel even more uncomfortable than I had previously.<</if>>" He gives a bit of suggestive wink that makes me feel even more uncomfortable than I had previously.\n\nHis expression turns wistful as he says something under his breath. The way he is looking at me, I'm pretty sure I'm happier not knowing what it was.\n\nA second later, he turns serious again, "Der be suhm wicked evils aboot dis island. Voodoo black magik kind oh tuff." <</if>>\n\n<<else>><<if $Depravity gte 5>>"Ah'd gladly put mah cock to ah fine ittle slut ike yerself,<<if $Mutation gte 7>> If he hadn' been uched by //her// behsts. <<elseif $Mutation gte 3>> Even if ye been uched by //her// behsts.<<else>>" He gives a bit of suggestive wink that makes me feel even more uncomfortable than I had previously.<</if>>" He gives a bit of suggestive wink that makes my pussy ache with need.\n\nHis expression turns wistful as he says something under his breath. The way he is looking at me, I can feel my pussy moistening with arousal.\n\nA second later, he turns serious again, "Der be suhm wicked evils aboot dis island. Voodoo black magik kind oh tuff."\n\n<<set $VickSex to "Played">><<else>>"Ah'd gladly put mah cock to ya, jus da way ye are,<<if $Mutation gte 7>> If he hadn' been uched by //her// behsts. <<elseif $Mutation gte 3>> Even if ye been uched by //her// behsts.<<else>>" He gives a bit of suggestive wink that makes me feel even more uncomfortable than I had previously.<</if>>" He gives a bit of suggestive wink that makes me feel even more uncomfortable than I had previously.\n\nHis expression turns wistful as he says something under his breath. The way he is looking at me, I'm pretty sure I'm happier not knowing what it was.\n\nA second later, he turns serious again, "Der be suhm wicked evils aboot dis island. Voodoo black magik kind oh tuff." <</if>>\n\n<</if>>I take mental note of what he said, but I find difficulty giving credibility to it. The man simply reminds me too much of a thousand drunks I've interviewed over the years, all of them telling you what they think you want to hear so you'll leave them alone, or perhaps buy them a drink.\n\n[[What's your story?]]\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]<<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Who is SHE?]]\n\n[[Do you know anything about a guy named Tom?]]<<if $Pastor is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Pastor.]]<</if>>\n\nor\n\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]\n\n

Hefting the Machete I purchased from Nadia, I take a couple of quick swings. I cant help but feel a bit of satisfaction at how easily it slices through the brush blocking my way.\n\nIt proves to be a long project, and by the time I'm done, I'm sweating profusely. Through maybe ten yards of dense forest, the trail opens once more to reveal the continuing trail.\n\n//Well worn trail, but overgrown like that? Never seen anything like that before.//\n\nBut my attention is quickly distracted by the [[scene before me.|Cave Entrance]]

Unlike the rest of Wanton Cove, the people who live on the East side of town appear to spend at least a little time maintaining their homes and properties. \n\nAn occasional broken fence post, a bit of pealing paint, or a missing shingle mar what would otherwise be an average neighborhood in need of some yard care.\n\nMy eyes drift over the houses along the street, following the string of houses to where the road begins to switchback it's way up the steep bluff to the East.\n\nPerched precariously near the edge of the bluff, facing the ocean, is a dark and foreboding mansion. Like much of the town, the iron wrought fence surrounding the mansion is rusty and twisted. The dark brown building itself has an air of antiquity around it. Just looking at the mansion fills me with a sense that something isn't quite right about the scene before me.<<if $CobbIntimidate is "Played" && $Day is 3>>\n\nAs I pass a house, someone charges me from beside it. I only have a split second to realize it is Cobb, the man I met upon first arriving in Wanton Cove. \n\nBrandishing a length of wood, [[he swings it at me.|Cobb Encounter]]<<elseif $CobbStreetwise is "Played" && $Day is 3>>\n\n"Hey," A voice calls softly from beside a house. \n\nWhen I look, I see Cobb standing there, [[motioning me towards him.|Cobb Encounter]]<<else>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played" and $AnneCuck is "Played" and $TobyTalk is "Not Played">>I'm nearly past the Anne house when I see the glow of a cigarette near the back of the house. \n\nI pause, stopping where I'm standing as I try to get a better look at whoever it is.\n\nThere, garbed in a simple blue dress is Toby, or Sophie as Lady Anne calls him. \n\nThe feminine man takes another drag off of his cigarette\n\n[[Go talk with Toby.]]\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]\n\n<<elseif $SherwoodHouse is "true">>\n\nMy eyes finally settle on Ms Sherwood's house. The green paint looks washed out and faded, the brown trim only a shade lighter than the thick mud caked on my boots.\n\n//Maybe I should stop in, see if she's remembered anything new?//\n\nGo to [[Ms Sherwood's House]]<<endif>><<if $AnneCuck is "Played" && $Depravity gte 5>>\n\nMy pace slows as I near Lady Anne's house, my heart racing. I can't help but think of Lady Anne, her husband, and what happened to me in that house the first time I entered.\n\nIn my pants, I can feel the first signs of unmistakable arousal.\n\nGo to [[Lady Anne's Home.]]\n\n<<elseif $AnneCuck is "Played">>\n\nGlancing towards Lady Anne's house, I'm somewhat relieved when I do not see her looking back at me.\n\nAn involuntary shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold. I quicken my pace as I pass her house.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Day is 1>>I look at the bluff for a long moment, then decide that its late enough in the day that I should be more worried about getting settled in and having a good night's rest. There will be plenty of time to wander up to the bluff during my stay in Wanton Cove. <<else>>\n<<blufflink "Make your way up the hill to the bluff.">>\nor<<endif>>\n<<townlink "Head into the center of town.">><<endif>>

I guess the best place to start is at the beginning, or at least the beginning of my involvement.\n\nThursday morning, shortly after 10am.\n\nMorning found me sitting in my recliner, feet kicked up, wearing an old white tank top and a pair of dirty white boxer shorts. \n\nIdly, I turn the knob on the television again, looking for something other than news reports of the latest heinous act of violence against some little kid, or poorly written shows about a perfect world that doesn't really exist. I stop on the news channel again, giving the national weather forecast in all its black and white glory. \n\nSetting the remote down again, I trade it out for the warm beer sitting on the end table.\n\nThe beer almost reaches my lips when I hear a firm knock on my living room door.\n\nSighing, I set the beer back down and try to kick in the foot rest of my recliner. The foot rest swings right back up. With an exasperated growl, I kick it down a second time. This time it catches and stays down.\n\nThe knock on my door is firmer this time, more insistent. "I'm coming!" I yell towards the door, not caring that my annoyance is clear in my voice.\n\nWading through the mess towards the front door, I'm only mildly surprised that I don't knock any of the precarious piles of books, papers or mess over before reaching the door.\n\nOpening the door as far as the chain lock will allow, "Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested." I growl, not even bothering to look to see who it is at the door.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, it's me, Peter." Peter Duntell, my old partner says from the other side of the door. "I tried calling, but you didn't take my call. I need a favor. My son has gone missing." \n\nI can hear the pain, the worry in his voice. But to be honest, I couldn't bring myself to care all that much. I liked his kid, like his father, he was a good man, but I just wanted to get back to my beer. "Not my problem, call the police, file a missing person's report. I don't see how this has anything to do with me," I said more bitterly than I had intended.\n\nI close the door again and start to turn away.\n\nPeter knocks on the door again, full fist. The pounding is loud enough that it makes my head feel like it's going to explode, or maybe I'm just that hung over from last night.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>>!" Peter roars through the door, "I've tried! It's been over a month!" Then he said something that I'd never heard him admit before, "I'm //scared.//"\n\nNow, Peter is a man's man. He's in his early fifties, maybe five years older than myself, and he's worked hard for everything he's ever accomplished. He's the type of man who's even tempered, quick to act, never backs down from a challenge, and always does what he thinks is right. Hearing him admit that he was scared, and believing it, . . . well, to be honest, I'd have been less surprised if I discovered that aliens were invading.\n\nI stop dead in my tracks. My shoulders slump in defeat even before my conscious mind tells me that I'm going to at least hear him out.\n\n"Well, fuck," I mumble to myself. \n\nTurning back towards the door, I unhook the chain and pull the door half open. I'm half way back to my recliner before he pushes the door the rest of the way open and lets himself in.\n\nAfter several heartbeats, "What //happened to you?//" Peter asks. I knew exactly what he meant. I'd seen too much, too many atrocities, too much collateral damage. I'd been broken by it, and now, I was trying to kill myself, one beer at a time.\n\n"You know damn well what happened to me." Picking up my warm beer, I down the rest of the bottle before tossing the empty bottle towards a garbage can that was already overflowing with empties. The bottle I tossed, along with three others, clatter to the floor to join the clutter.\n\n"Want a beer?" I ask, picking my way towards the kitchen.\n\n"No, I don't want a beer, and neither do you." Peter says firmly.\n\nI turn to look at him, feeling a mix of anger and annoyance, "You've got five minutes." \n\n"You're going to give me more than that. You're going to hear me out, and you're going to help." I don't even have my mouth open to protest before he raises a finger to ward off my objection, "After what you did. You //owe// me." [[He says firmly.]]

"What's the story on the Church?" I ask.\n\nHe sighs heavily, stepping back from the counter, he crosses his arms over his chest, "Our Reverend committed suicide, oh, about four years ago now."\n\n"We never got a replacement for him, and the Church has been empty ever since."\n\nHe leans forward again, uncrossing his arms and starting to wipe down the counter down again.\n\n<<if ($PlayerIntelligence + $PlayerPerception) gte 13>>I get the impression that there's a lot more to the story than what he's saying, but I need to learn more before I can pry much deeper.\n\n<</if>><<set $Pastor to "Played">>Ask about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>>[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Statues]]\n<</if>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<</if>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<</if>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]<</if>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<</if>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Step away from the Bartender.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

I kneel down for a closer look at the White Goo. At a glance, I notice that it seems to have a slight luminescent quality. \n\nThe second thing I notice is the way it seems to cling to the twigs and dry grass.\n\nI don't know what comes over me, I reach out, touching the White Goo. \n\nThe White Goo feels fluid, but it clings to my fingers like grease. Rubbing my fingers together only seems to spread the White Goo.\n\nGrimacing, I raise my fingers towards my face. I inhale deeply, my nostrils flaring as they are filled with a salty sweet scent that reminds me of semen.\n\n<<if $PlayerIntelligence gte 7>>I feel a rising tide of revulsion fill me, bile rising in my throat. I quickly wipe my fingers clean on patch of moss. \n\nStanding once more, I step back from the disgusting White Goo.\n\n<<townlink "Head into the center of town.">><<set $Taint += 1>><<else>>Before I even know what I am doing, my lips part, my fingers sliding between them. \n\nThe White Goo's taste fills me with a sudden wave of arousal, my cock surging to full hardness once more in my cum sticky pants. The salty sweet tang of the White Goo lingers on my tongue like honey.\n\nOnce I've sucked all the goo from my fingers, I start to reach out once more. As if in a trance, my fingers stretch towards the White Goo on the ground before me. \n\nSuddenly, I stop short, realizing what I just did.\n\nHorrified at my own actions, I stagger back from the goo, trying to spit the last vestiges of the thick goo from my mouth.\n\nTrembling slightly, I get back to my feet.\n\n<<townlink "Head into the center of town.">><<set $Taint += 2>><</if>><<set $Fountain to "Played">>

"You remember anything else about the girl on the waterfront?" I ask.\n\nAaron grimaces, "Sorry, nothing."\n\nAsk about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>><<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<</if>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<</if>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<</if>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]\n<</if>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\nor\n[[Step away from the Bartender.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

Opening the front of my pants, my hard <<if $Taint gte 70>>little <<endif>>cock springs free. The woman smiles as I step towards her, "Suck it," I say as I approach.\n\nShe moves so she is kneeling before me, her hands reaching towards me, fingers encircling my shaft and pulling lightly to draw me closer.\n\nHer eyes are locked on my <<if $Taint gte 70>>little penis <<else>>cock <<endif>>, her tongue reaching towards my hard member as she opens her mouth and leans in. My eyes drift closed as I prepare to savor the experience.\n\nI feel the tip of her tongue flick along the tip of my <<if $Taint gte 70>>little penis <<else>>cock <<endif>>, a soft groan of approval escapes my lips. A second later, she leans forward again, this time taking the crown of my cock between her lips, her tongue twirling expertly around the tip.\n\nI open my eyes when I feel her mouth withdraw. I see her looking behind herself, the man lifting her hips and lining himself up behind her. Her satisfed moan escapes her lips in announcement of his entry. He doesn't pause, he simply starts to fuck her, his eyes meeting, and holding, my own.\n\nAfter the first few thrust, the woman looks back to me, her mouth quickly returning to my <<if $Taint gte 70>>undersized penis<<else>>cock<<endif>>. The man's thrusts from behind her pushes her forward with every impact of their groins, The woman's head bobs, sliding up and down my <<if $Taint gte 70>>penis <<else>>cock <<endif>>with the force of the man's thrusts. \n\nMy eyes turn away from the man's, turning to the sight of my cock thrusting in and out of the woman's mouth. There's almost no effort on my part as the force of the man's thrusts drives the woman forward, literally fucking her face into my crotch.\n\nIts not long before the man's thrusts become erratic, the thought of him spilling his cum into the woman's cunt is enough to drive me over the edge. I grab the woman's head, holding it in place as my cock<<if $Taint gte 70>>let<<endif>> twitches, throbs, then jerks as I start to fill her mouth with my seed. Spent, I let go of her head and withdraw. \n\nThe woman smiles up at me, a hint of my cum at the corner of her mouth. I see her swallow visibly, her smile crowing at the amused expression on my face.\n\nTucking my rapidly deflating penis back into my pants, I politely excuse myself and exit the room. Closing the door behind myself, [[I head back to my own room.|Your room.]]\n\n\n<<set $Taint += 2>>

<<set $random to random(1,5)>><<if $Day gte 6 && $random is 1 && $CobbThird is "Not Played">>I hear something from between two buildings over the sound of falling rain. Like something being knocked over. \n\nLightning flashes, followed almost immediately by a sharp crack of thunder.\n\nI move quickly, striding towards the space between buildings with haste. There between the buildings, I see a huddled figure, poised as if prepared to run, but then she sees me.\n\nA soggy brown cap is pulled down around her head, rain dripping from its edges. Her plaid jacket looks torn in several places as does one leg of her pants. \n\n<<if $CobbIntimidate is "Played">>I have just enough time to realize that this woman is wearing Cobb’s clothing, //no, that’s not right, this IS Cobb!// The thought strikes me like a physical thing. \n\nAs I openly gape, the female Cobb stares at me with hate filled eyes, her grayish skin moving as her thin lips pull back to reveal a double row of razor sharp teeth. Then, with an inhuman hiss, she lunges at me.\n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawl) gte 11>>My arm comes up, deflecting a wild swing from her claw like fingers. Tucking my arm up, I drive my elbow into her throat with enough force to knock her off her feet.\n\nMud and water splash as she hits the ground, spattering the nearby walls with the gunk. She seems to claw at her throat, letting out a raspy, strangled sound as she tries to breathe.\n\n//Don’t think I hit her hard enough to break anything important,// I think, weighing the risk of getting closer.\n\nBefore I can make a decision, she thrashes wildly, causing me to take a couple of steps back. Then she’s on her feet again, almost faster than I thought possible. \n\nI raise my arms, prepared for a renewed attack, but instead, she runs.\n\nInstinct kicks in, and I find myself in motion. The comforting weight of my .38 Special rests in my hand before I reach the back of the building. \n\n“Stop!” I try to shout over the raging storm around me. But if she hears, she shows no indication of it as she continues to run with startling speed across the muddy ground.\n\nI continue to pursue, but I quickly loose her among the buildings.\n\nMy chest heaving from exertion, I holster my pistol, then start to turn. I’ve barely started to walk back towards the main street when I notice what looks like an animal footprint on the ground, wide, with sharp indentions where the tips of its toes would be. The space between toes is clearly webbed. \n\nA cold chill goes through me as I ponder the horrific reality confronting me. Impossible as it may seem, the evidence keeps piling up that I’m dealing with something far beyond my understanding.<<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawl) gte 7>>I’m barely able to move fast enough to block her first attack, pain lancing down my arm from the force of her hit.\n\nPivoting in time to avoid her second attack, I raise my fists, prepared to defend myself. \n\nShe takes a step back, baring her unnatural teeth again, a hiss bordering on a scream makes me flinch. Before I can react further, she turns, starting to run the other way.\n\nInstinct kicks in, and I find myself in motion. The comforting weight of my .38 Special rests in my hand before I reach the back of the building. \n\n“Stop!” I try to shout over the raging storm around me. But if she hears, she shows no indication of it as she continues to run with startling speed across the muddy ground.\n\nI continue to pursue, but I quickly loose her among the buildings.\n\nMy chest heaving from exertion, I holster my pistol, then start to turn. I’ve barely started to walk back towards the main street when I notice what looks like an animal footprint on the ground, wide, with sharp indentions where the tips of its toes would be. The space between toes is clearly webbed. \n\nA cold chill goes through me as I ponder the horrific reality confronting me. Impossible as it may seem, the evidence keeps piling up that I’m dealing with something far beyond my understanding.<<else>>She moves, and I’m not fast enough to block her attack, her talon like fingertips bite deep into my forearm, pain causing me to cry out. \n\nThe first strike is followed by a second, to my side this time, I can feel searing hot pain erupt across my side as she claws me a second time, just above the hip. I stagger, and when she comes at me again, I fall with her on top of me. She claws at me like an animal, a painful hissing screech emitting from her thin lips. \n\nThen, as quickly as the attack began, her weight is gone. A <<if $Taint gte 65>>whimper <<else>>groan of pain <<endif>> escapes my lips as I try to sit up. \n\nAfter a moment, I look down at myself, seeing that I am bleeding from several places. A more thorough examination reveals that while I’m badly hurt, it’s nothing I won’t recover from eventually.\n\nIt takes me a minute to get to my feet, and I sway unsteadily when I do. I reach out, using the wall to support myself. Moving a little stiffly, I make my way back to the main street leading through Wanton Cove.\n\n<<set $CharHP to 1>><<endif>>[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]\n<<if $Madness gte 1>><<set $Madness +=1>><<endif>><<elseif $CobbStreetwise is "Played">>”Cobb?” I ask, uncertain.\n\nThe way her eyes focus on me when I say the name causes a chill to go through me, //It really is him, no, her now,// “You ok?”\n\nI can’t tell if she’s crying or not, but her eyes are filled with tears, and I doubt that all of the water coursing across her face is from the rain. “I warned you,” The sound she makes is akin to a sob, “And now it’s happening to me. All these years, and then you have to come along.” Her thin lips quiver.\n\n“I’m going to make this right,” I say with more conviction than I feel. Still disbelieving what I see right before me, “Lets get you back to the Barmaid’s Daughter and we can talk. Ok?”\n\nThe mere mention of the tavern is enough to throw Cobb into a near panic, “No! Not there! //It’s not safe there!//” She hisses the last part.\n\n“Then were?” I ask.\n\n“I don’t know,” She whimpers, “I’ll watch for you, find you when its //safe// to talk.” \n\n<<if $Compartment is "Played">>”What about the Church?” I say, thinking quickly.\n\n“What about it?” She asks, her expression severe. \n\n“There’s a trap door near the pulpit, leads down to a room. A tunnel running off of it leads to a cave. Meet me there tomorrow, we should be able to talk freely there.”\n\nThere’s uncertainty in her eyes, but she eventually gives a nod. <<set $Compartment to "Occupied">><<endif>>Without another word, she turns, half running away. Before turning the corner at the end of the building, she casts one last look my way before she’s gone.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<set $Madness +=1>><<else>>I have just enough time to realize that this is the same person I had seen upon arriving in Wanton Cove, the old sailor near the docks. Only, it isn’t him anymore. More like, it’s a female version of him, her skin having taken on a grayish tone.\n\n“Are you ok?” I ask, trying to be non-threatening. \n\nIn response, she opens her mouth wider than should be possible, revealing a double row of razor sharp teeth. \n\nI find myself rooted in place in surprise. Frozen for a split second before I am able to react.\n\nAn inhuman hiss escapes her thin lips, then she turns suddenly, fleeing from me.\n\nInstinct kicks in, and I find myself in motion. The comforting weight of my .38 Special rests in my hand before I reach the back of the building. \n\n“Stop!” I try to shout over the raging storm around me. But if she hears, she shows no indication of it as she continues to run with startling speed across the muddy ground.\n\nI continue to pursue, but I quickly loose her among the buildings.\n\nMy chest heaving from exertion, I holster my pistol, then start to turn. I’ve barely started to walk back towards the main street when I notice what looks like an animal footprint on the ground, wide, with sharp indentions where the tips of its toes would be. The space between toes is clearly webbed. \n\n//What the hell?// As I look, the rain quickly erases any trace of the footprint, leaving me questioning what I had just seen.\n\n[[Continue.|Head into the center of town.]]<<set $CobbThird to "Played">><<endif>><<else>>\nDirectly north of me, where the street splits towards the residential areas of town, a decent sized two story building dominates the roadside. Dim light filters through uncleaned windows that look ridiculously small in the side of the large building. The peeling paint on the lime green door is in stark contrast with the weathered brown of the rest of the building. I can see several colors of paint on the sign above the door, as if it's been painted a dozen times or more, and every time, it was painted a new color. Looking at the cracked and peeling paint, my best guess is that the most recent painting of the sign was red, with gold lettering. I can read just enough of the sign that I feel safe assuming it reads <<if $Prostitute is "Played">>'<<tavernlink "The Barmaid's Daughter">>.'<<else>>'[[The Barmaids Daughter]]'<</if>>\n\nAt the end of the street and to my left is the more <<slumlink "run down part of town.">> A cracked and puddle-spotted road winds towards several dozen small houses. If it wasn't for the occasional chimney, thin wisps of smoke creeping out of them into the chill air, I'd almost be able to believe that the whole area had been abandoned to the elements. Soggy laundry hangs from drooping clotheslines between some of the decrepit houses.\n\nAt the end of the street and to my right is the <<richlink "Nice part of town">>, the road is in better repair than anywhere else in town that I've seen. From where I'm standing, I can count six nicer houses. At a glance, I'd guess they are 3-4 bedrooms each, and like the road leading to them, they are in better repair than anything else in this cesspool of a town. That's not to say that they are in good repair, just that I don't feel an immediate need to feel sorry for the residents when I glance that way. Up the hill from those houses is an imposing mansion perched on a steep bluff, looking down on the little town of Wanton Cove.\n\nJust to my left is a store. There's a fresh coat of paint on the walls, but it's clear that whoever painted it never bothered to scrape the old paint before putting a new coat on the walls. The effect leaves the dull blue walls looking like a mixture of boils and rash just under the thin coat of paint. Above the door is a simple sign, but it's so weathered that it's impossible to read. Luckily, etched in the store's main window is the name 'Nadia's <<if $Day gte 2>><<storelink "General Store">><<else>>"General Store"<</if>>.'\n\nAcross the street, to my right, is a small, <<parklink "overgrown park">>. The bushes and trees are overgrown and untrimmed. The grass is long and mostly brown. From where I am standing, I can see at least two moss covered stone benches in the park, along with the remnants of what might once have been an impressive fountain.\n\nDirectly to the South of me is <<dockslink "the waterfront">>, three old and proud docks reaching out across the water like late afternoon shadows across a street on a sunny day. <<if $JackobsonBluff gte 3>><<set $MansionInvestigate += 1>><<endif>><<if $Day gte 3 && $Mansion is "Not Played">>\n\nLooking between the buildings, I can see the mansion looming high on the bluff overlooking Wanton Cove. I pause where I'm standing as I take in the sight, //Time to head up there and be a bit more persistant. It's one of the few places I've been unable to visit so far, and maybe I can learn something about whatever happened to Tom if I can get the attention of someone to talk to.//<<set $Mansion to "Played">><<endif>>\n\n<<if $Day is 2>><<set $TomSighting to "Played">><<endif>><<endif>>

My footsteps echo softly between the nearby dilapidated houses as I walk down the muddy street.\n\nNot watching close enough to where I'm walking, I step in a deep puddle, plunging my shoe into the cold and muddy water.\n\nI curse softly as I feel the water pour over the top of my boot to soak my sock, and foot inside.\n\nTaking an experimental step, I can feel my now wet foot squelch in my boot.\n\nUnhappy, I say a few choice words under my breath.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Run down part of town.]]

<<if $GooCounter is 0 and $SailorGoo is "Played">> Walking through the good part town, I see something glistening wetly a head of me.\n\nWhen I step forward to investigate, I see a puddle of White Goo on the sidewalk. \n\nIt appears to be the same luminescent White Goo I've seen before.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]\nor\n[[Investigate Closer.|G2]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>I almost step in the White Goo before I see it glowing softly in the clean street.\n\nPausing, I kneel down for a closer look at the White Goo. \n\nIt only takes me a moment to determine that this White Goo looks just like what I've seen before.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]\nor\n[[Investigate Closer.|G2]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 2 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>For just a second, I think I see someone watching me from the corner of a house Up ahead, but when I turn my attention that direction, I see no sign of anyone.\n\nAs I continue down the street, I make a point of looking beside the house I thought I had seen someone beside, but there is no sign of whoever it may have been.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]\n<<else>>For just a second, I think I see someone watching me from the corner of a house Up ahead, but when I turn my attention that direction, I see no sign of anyone.\n\nAs I continue down the street, I make a point of looking beside the house I thought I had seen someone beside, but there is no sign of whoever it may have been.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]<</if>>

<<if $Day is 4 && $TWarning is "Not Played">><<set $TWarning to "Played">>When I near Tanya, I see her eyes flicker around the room briefly, then motion me to follow her.\n\nNot sure what she was looking for, I subtly glance around as well, trying not to draw any unwanted attention to myself in doing so. Seeing no one that is taking an active interest in either myself or Tanya, I follow her to a darkened corner of the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nWhen I near her, she takes hold of me, pulling me into a sudden, fierce kiss. I find myself breathless when she finally breaks it. Her lips near my ear she says, "You need to leave this place, take the next boat out of Wanton Cove. //Please.//" I can see the moisture in her eyes, the raw emotion in her voice, "Something's happening around here, and you're becoming part of it."\n\n"What do you mean?" I ask, my voice soft in her ear.\n\n"I've already said too much. There's a ship leaving the cove later today. Please go." Her expression hardens suddenly.\n\nWith a shove that nearly knocks me off my feet, she pushes me away from her. Stepping forward quickly, she slaps me painfully on the face. The sound is like a gunshot in the Barmaid's Daughter that turns every head in the establishment.\n\nFrom the way my cheek is shifting from a numb tension to a stinging fire, I've little doubt that her hand print will be visible on my face shortly. My face twists in anger, prepared to ask her what the hell she think's she's doing, but at that moment, she steps forward, thrusting her finger into my chest, "No freebies!" She yells in my face, "Come back when you have some money!"\n\nBehind me, I can hear several people chuckling to themselves.\n\nWith that, Tanya storms across the establishment towards her usual spot near the bar.\n\n//What the hell just happened?// I wonder, turning back towards the establishment. Most of the people I can see have amused expressions on their faces, but I feel my eyes narrow when I see Aaron standing at the bar, his expression giving away nothing as his gaze shifts between Tanya and myself.\n\nReaching up to my cheek, I can feel the raised welts across my skin where Tanya slapped me.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<elseif $Settled is "Not Played" and $Pr is "Not Played">><<set $Pr to "Played">>The redheaded girl looks me over, almost like she's undressing me with her eyes.\n\nBefore I can say anything, "You're new to Wanton Cove," She purrs, one of her hands sliding down her side seductively towards her hip.\n\n"Maybe if you come back in a little while, once you're settled in, I can show you a good time?" She says with a playful smile.\n\n"I just might do that." I reply with a faint smile, feeling a stirring of arousal in my loins.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n<<elseif $Settled is "Not Played" and $Pr is "Played">>\s\nThe redhead's eyes trail up my body, lingering on my crotch for a long moment before they flicker to the bag slung over my shoulder, "Can't find your room?" She asks with a playful smirk.\n\n"Just haven't made it that far yet. I'll get settled in a little bit." I reply.\n\nWith a hint of a smile, she turns her attention to the other patrons of the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n<<elseif $Prostitute is "Played">>\s\n"<<print $PlayerName>>, couldn't stay away from me, could you?" Tanya says with a little smirk<<if $Mutation gte 4>> though I notice that the expression doesn't reach her eyes like it once did.\n\n"What's happened to you?" I can tell from the softness and tone of her voice that she's talking to herself.\n\nThe sadness in her voice is enough to make my uncomfortable, and incredibly self conscious of my mutations.<<else>>\n\nShe meets my eyes, but not until she's had a good long look at my crotch, arousal clear in her eyes.<<endif>>.\n\nI give her a little half smile in return, "Guess not," I reply lightly<<if $Madness gte 3>>, then shuddering before taking an obvious step away from the nearby shadows, //Careful of the shadows, always careful of the shadows, //she// could reach through them at any moment,//<<elseif $Madness is 2>>, I can't help but notice the shadow she casts on the floor, //Is it dark enough that it may be //her? I quickly put the troubling thought aside, <<elseif $Madness is 1>>My eyes flicker between the shadows around the tavern, trying not to think about what I have recently seen, //Shadows with a physical presence.// \n\nI quickly force the thought aside before I have a chance to dwell on it. <<endif>> "I was actually hoping for a little bit of your time."\n\n"Doesn't everyone?" She says with a smirk, her tone seductive.\n\n <<if $Money gte 10>>\s\n"[[Looking for a good time?]]" Tanya asks, "Or are you just looking to [[chat for a little bit]]?"\n <<else>>\s\n"[[Looking for a good time?|Not Enough Money]]" Tanya asks, "Or are you just looking to [[chat for a little bit]]?\s\n <<endif>>\s\n <<if $Taint gte 40>>\s\n//Maybe she knows something about these changes,// I think, looking down at body, //She had to have noticed by now.//\n\n[[Ask Tanya about your transformation.]]\n<<endif>>\n[[Step away from Tanya.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n\n<<elseif $Settled is "Played">>\s\n<<set $Prostitute to "Played">>\s\n"Well hello," The pretty redheaded girl near the bar says as I approach.\n\nShe extends her hand in greeting. I take it, "Hi."\n\n"I'm Tanya," She purrs.\n\n"<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," I reply.\n\nHer smile seems to grow slightly at my name, "it's nice to make your acquaintance," She says, moving over slightly to give me room beside her at the bar.\n\n <<if $Money gte 10>>\s\n"[[Looking for a good time?]]" Tanya asks, "Or are you just looking to [[chat for a little bit]]?"<<else>>\n"[[Looking for a good time?|Not Enough Money]]" Tanya asks, "Or are you just looking to [[chat for a little bit]]\s\n <<endif>>\s\n\n<<if $Taint gte 40>>\s\n//Maybe she knows something about these changes,// I think, looking down at body, //She had to have noticed by now.//\n\n[[Ask Tanya about your transformation.]]\n<<endif>>\n[[Step away from Tanya.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n <<endif>>

I turn my eyes upward, pondering the ceiling for a moment before I finally speak, "I spoke with Azumi's mother."\n\nThe moment the words leave my mouth, I can see the way the muscles around his eyes tighten, his jaw clenching. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. \n\nCarefully, he sits his cup of tea down on the little table between us and turns his piercing eyes toward me. I've stared down a lot of angry, stubborn, or just plain unpleasant men in my life, but the look on his face is enough to sit me back in my chair. \n\n<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 13>>With a heavy sigh, Mr Morichi's expression falls in on itself. Like watching a house of cards tumble and fall. "Did you know that you can be a difficult person to like?" His tone is flat.\n\n"I've been told as much more times than I care to admit," I reply with a dry humor.\n\nHis eyes linger on me long enough that I begin to feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny. //I wonder if this is how people I've interrogated feel?//\n\nWhen I do not say anything more, Mr Morichi says with a cold voice, "Were you just seeking to provoke my anger, or are you hoping to accomplish something else with this little stunt of yours?"\n\nI ponder his question for a couple of seconds before finally respond, "Confirmation," I say, "It's been a long time since I've had someone treat me well, and longer still since I've done the same for someone else. I've pushed the bounds of hospitality nearly every time we have spoken, and this, . . . well, this is purposely pushing you toward conversation I knew you didn't want to have even before I started asking about town in the hopes of learning something. I'd like to hear the whole story, but confirmation will be enough to quench my need for answers for now."\n\n"At least you're honest about it," He mutters, his features softening slightly even though I can still see his displeasure just as clearly as before, "Yes, that vile woman was engaged to be my wife. I loved her, and she betrayed that love in the most horrid of fashion."\n\n//Neither one of us has said her name out loud, though there's a certainty in his words.//\n\n"Lady Anne is one of the most frightening people I've ever had the displeasure to meet," I admit dryly, just a bit worried that he'll respond poorly to my blunt honesty.\n\nA wry smile touches his lips, but does not quite reach his eyes, "You my friend, are a curious man. I have never before met a man who could upset me so throughly, yet moments later bring me such amusement by echoing my own bitter thoughts so perfectly."\n\nUncertain of what to say, and doubting that I'll get more confirmation than he just gave, I remain silent. \n\nThen, as if nothing had passed between us, Mr Morichi reaches for his tea cup and takes a small sip of the bitter fluid. \n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<set $Morichi to "Played">><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[May I see Azumi again?]]\n<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 8>>Mr Morichi seems to freeze in place for a few precious seconds. When he moves once more, it is to sit his cup of tea on the table between you. He closes his eyes to take a deep breath, "If you know who she is, then you already know more than I would have told you," His voice is sharp and bitter.\n\n"I'm not meaning any harm, I'm just trying to piece together everything that is going on. I feel like I've got a dozen puzzles, all with missing pieces and all mixed up together," I pause, having troubles properly expressing my frustrations since arriving in Wanton Cove, "I don't know what pieces I need to make it all fall into place, to finally make sense," I can see that Mr Morichi has a distant look in his eyes as he looks out the rain slick windows of the room, "So I'm trying to learn everything I can in the hopes that I can make sense of it all."\n\nThe way I say it, it feels like a strange, long winded apology. Mr Morichi must interpret it the same because he gives a little nod and some of the tension seems to go out of him.\n\nUncertain of what to say, and doubting that I'll get more confirmation than he just gave, I remain silent. \n\nThen, as if nothing had passed between us, Mr Morichi reaches for his tea cup and takes a small sip of the bitter fluid.\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<set $Morichi to "Played">><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]\n<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[May I see Azumi again?]]\n<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]<<else>>"Get out," There's a cold hostility in Mr Morichi's voice that no other question I have ever asked him has provoked. In that one instant, I know I have angered him, not just made him unhappy or mad, but truly made him angry.\n\nI don't even have time to fully consider how to respond before Mr Morichi turns toward me. His eyes seem to bore into my soul, burning a searing path through me, "Leave my home," He pauses, clearly on the cusp of saying something more, but then some of the fire goes out of him, "And do not return until my temper has had time to subside."\n\nFearing that anything I might say would simply make things worse, I nod, slipping from my chair and making my exit. \n\nIn silence, I walk through the large mansion until I reach the front door. I cast a quick glance over my shoulder, seeing Mr Morichi's large manservant watching me. I give him a curt nod, then step out of the door, closing it behind me before turning my eyes toward the bluff.\n\n[[Continue.|Bluff]]<</if>>

With the way my clothes, my pants especially, are so tight around my body, I remove my pants and underwear, then unbutton the buttons of my shirt that I had not torn a short time before.\n\nLeft standing in nothing but an unbuttoned shirt and my long jacket, I look down at my rigid shaft, marveling as the bulging penis bounces with my heartbeat. \n\nFeeling the ache of arousal, I wrap one large hand around my length and begin to stroke it slowly. \n\nI've barely began before I notice a sound. Something between a hum and a chant, with soft moans of arousal punctuating the drone at the very edge of my ability to hear.\n\nWith something to focus my attention on, I turn my thoughts away from my current state of arousal.\n\nI begin to turn in a slow circle, trying to figure out from which direction the sound might be coming from, but it proves difficult. I've nearly finished turning in a full circle when I notice a patch of the fog that seems darker than the rest. Not for lack of fog, but as if something is pulling the depth and substance from the fog.\n\nMy curiosity winning out over my caution, I take a few steps toward the darkness. I quickly stop short when I realize that I'm merely looking at that black //nothing// from before. \n\nTurning back toward where I had left my pants, I stagger backward in alarm when I find the void mere inches from my face. \n\nBefore I can fall, I hear the sound of my boot striking wood. Reaching out quickly, I close my hand around a thick length of rope. I look around frantically, trying to orient myself again only to realize that I'm somehow standing on the rope bridge from before, or perhaps another like it.\n\nWhile it only took a single step back to end up on the bridge, it somehow takes me a dozen paces before my feet touch the brown gray soil of the land once more. \n\nI look from side to side, trying to spot the blackness again. It feels like my head is spinning in circles as I try to make sense of my situation, I question my sanity, I question whether this is a dream, and more than anything I feel deep down that I'm not understanding something profound in this moment, like I'm the alien in a place that was never intended to host a being of my limited understanding. And that more than anything makes me feel shaken, knowing that whatever is happening here is so far beyond my understanding that I'll never be able to see the world in the same way ever again. //Is this still my world? Or is this somewhere //else//.//\n\n[[Continue.|LowTaintEnd2]]

<<if $Taint gte 95>>Once in my room, I watch Tanya begin to undress. She's half way to naked before I have the presence of mind to start taking my own clothes off.\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>When her eyes fall on my discolored, deformed body, she blances. I can see some of the color leave her face, and her usual lustful manner is replaced by a mix of disgust and pitty. \n\nTo her credit, she recovers quickly. A warm smile on her face once more, I can see only a hint of pitty in her eyes as she approaches.<<else>>She looks at my newly female form. Her eyes don't hold the same degree of lust they might have if I was still a man, but there's plenty of curiosity in her gaze.\n\nThere is a hint of her arousal in the air. I breathe deeply of the scent. My arousal seems to increase, a tickle starting on the inside of my thigh as a drop of my own arousal descends down my leg.\n\n//Maybe the smell isn't entirely her.// The thought crosses my mind.\n\nLooking at me, Tanya steps forward, slowly closing the distance between us.<<endif>>\n\nHer fingers touch my skin, the sensation they cause as they lightly drift over my body causes goosebumps to break out wherever she touches.\n\nStepping even closer, we are not quite touching, though she's so close I can feel the warmth of her body, "I might prefer men, but I //do// know how to please a woman as well," She purrs in my ear.\n\nHer soft lips touch mine. It feels nice, and I allow myself to become lost in the moment as she moves just a little closer, her breasts brushing lightly against my own before her body presses firmly against mine. \n\nWhen her tongue presses past my lips, I let it, my own tongue thrusting forward to dance with hers. I hear a soft moan, though I am unsure, and uncaring, as to whether or not it is my own.\n\nPressing against me harder, I involuntarily take a step back my back pressing against the wall. Her hand strays between my thighs. I instinctively part them, the air cool against my sopping wet pussy. Her fingers drift between my folds, causing me to shudder and cling to her. This time I know that the moan is my own as she stifles it with her kiss.\n\nHer fingers explore my new vagina with expert skill. I'm like putty in her hands, her talented fingers bring me to orgasm within seconds. Her body pressing me into the wall is the only thing that keeps me upright as she continues without showing any sign of letting up.\n\nWithin a minute, my knees give out as a second, more powerful orgasm rocks my body. She's not strong enough to hold me upright any longer, instead she slides down the wall with me, never stopping what she is doing.\n\nHer thumb brushes my clit while two fingers find, and probe lightly at my hole. I cry out, barely able to breathe past her lips as I cum for a third time. My entire head feels like its spinning, I feel disoriented, and between my legs, her fingers begin to move faster.\n\nWhen my pussy convulses in orgasm a fourth time, its so intense that I see spots for several seconds, her fingers riding me through my orgasm.\n\nI gasp for breath as she finally breaks our kiss, "Multiple orgasms, one of the best things about being a girl," I can hear clear amusement in her voice.\n\nShe steps back from me, looking down at my quivering body. <<if $Mutation gte 4>>The excited smile on her face quickly fades when her eyes take in my mutated form.\n\nWith her expression becoming sad, she turns her attention to finding her clothing and redressing herself.<<else>> There is clear mischief in her eyes as she watches me.\n\nAfter a few seconds, she leans forward, kissing me on the cheek before turning her attention towards finding her clothes and dressing again.<<endif>>\n\nShe's almost fully dressed again when I've regained the presence of mind to reach for my pants. I quickly fish out my wallet with fingers that feel awkward and uncoordinated. Pulling a $10 bill from within, I hand it to her. \n\nWith a little smile, she takes it, stuffing the money down the front of her dress before giving me a little wave and heading for my room's door.<<set $Taint += 2>><<else>><<if $Taint gte 95>>Tanya looks at me as I begin to undress, <<if $Mutation gte 4>>disgust clear in her features as she looks at me, taking in my mutations. It takes her a few seconds, but she's able to hide her distaste. <<else>>biting her lip to suppress a faint smile as she watches me reveal my feminine nudity. <<endif>>\n\nWith one hand, she pushes me back on the bed, not even bothering to undress herself before kneeling between my legs. Her eyes flicker up to mine, then return to my moist sex. \n\nI look down, watching as she leans forward, a jolt like electricity going through me when I feel her tongue touch the little nub above my new opening. Reaching down, I take hold of two fist fulls of her hair, though I'm not sure if I want to push her away, or pull her tighter against me.\n\nA whimper escapes my lips when she kisses the same spot, then licks my slit from bottom to top where she flicks that sensitive little button again. Her hands join her face between my thighs, spreading my newly formed cunt before her eyes. The next time her tongue travels the length of my slit, its even more intense than the last time as her tongue probes my opening momentarily.\n\nI'm barely aware of how I'm holding her face tightly against my crotch now.\n\nTaking my actions as encouragement, her tongue begins lapping at my sex, like a dog drinking water from a puddle. My entire body shudders and tenses in pleasure. \n\nWith every passing moment, the intensity seems to increase, though her pace never changes in the slightest. After barely more than a minute, I can feel something, a pressure of sorts, building deep in my core, rapidly rising up like its going to explode from me. I'm right on the verge of orgasm when she suddenly redoubles her efforts. With my orgasm trying to crest, it instead catches, refusing to come as I thrash in the throes of passion beneath her. \n\nThere's a scream of frustration that seems to fill the room, I don't even care that the sound is coming from me. Suddenly the scream changes tone to one of relief, my entire body shuddering as her talented tongue brings me to orgasm.\n\nMy hands tremble as I release her hair, my body still expreiencing aftershocks that make my breasts jiggle and my pussy quiver.\n\nAll I can seem to do is lay there, watching her as she wipes the wetness of my pussy juice from her face.\n\nAs I watch her, she makes eye contact with me<<if $Mutation gte 4>> for a flickering moment<<endif>>, then reaches for my pants where they had fallen on the floor. She quickly pulls my billfold, showing me that she's only taking $10, then puts the billfold back in the pants pocket. \n\n"I hope we can do this again," She says, blowing me a kiss, then exiting the room.<<set $Taint += 2>><<else>>Tanya reaches out, taking my hand, "Lead the way," She says with a coy smile<<if $Mutation gte 4>> that does not quite touch her eyes<<endif>>.\n\nFeeling a rush of excitement, I lead her up the stairs to my room.\n\nOnce inside, I close the door behind us, locking it before turning back towards Tanya.\n\nAs soon as my eyes come to rest on her again, she begins to dance to some music I can't hear, her body swaying erotically as her hands begin to roam her body. <<if $Mutation gte 4>>It only takes a few seconds before I start to notice the way she avoids looking at me as she does so. //These mutations are effecting how she sees me.//<<endif>>\n\nI can feel my <<if $Taint gte 65>>undersized cock swelling in my pants<<else>>cock swollen in my pants, straining painfully for freedom<<endif>> as I watch her cup her breasts. As I watch, I take off my jacket, laying it over the back of the small chair in the room.\n\nHer hands stray to the laces holding the front of her dress closed. With practiced hands, she begins to unlace herself, spilling more and more of her full breasts from the top of her dress until both spring free at once.\n\nI openly stare at her pale round breasts, spotted with light freckles and topped with small pink nipples.\n\nSlowly, her dress begins to fall down her body. I'm not sure if her erotic dance is slowing, or encouregaing it's decent.\n\n[img[images/Tanya Room.jpg]]\n\nIt isnt long before she's standing naked before me, beckoning me to come to her.\n\nWhen I take a step towards her, I reach down to grab the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in a single movement.\n\nI can already see the moistness between her legs, her arousal is heavy in the air.\n\n"I'm so fucking horny," Tanya says breathy, stepping towards me.\n\nI put my arms around her, holding her naked body against me as our lips meet. <<if $Mutation gte 4>>I'm just a little hurt that she tenses slightly, but then she closes her eyes and seems to relax slightly again.<<endif>>\n\nI can feel her breasts against my chest, her warm nipples hard. \n\nHer tongue probes my mouth, my own tongue darting out to meet hers.\n\nI can feel her hands at the front of my pants, deftly unbuckling my belt. <<if $Taint gte 65>>When she finally frees my little penis, her hand quickly finds it. She makes a little sound, a sound that saddens me because I can tell she's dissappointed in my size. Part of my wants to call the whole thing off, but its like she senses my change of heart and slides her fingers along my less than impressive length. Her talented fingers quickly help me forget my reservations though. <<else>>I almost moan in relief as she frees me from my pants, the smothering pressure suddenly gone and my hard cock springing forth to slap the palm of her hand.<<endif>>\n\nI can feel her smile against my lips, her fingers wrapping around my rigid shaft.\n\nHer lips leave mine for just a second, "I want to feel you inside of me," She pants breathy. Then her lips press hard against mine again.\n\nA moment later, she leans back, her arms holding me to her as we both fall in a heap on my bed.\n\nI can feel her hand on my cock, guiding me to her pussy. I can feel her impossibly wet pussy as she rubs my hard shaft between her nether lips.\n\n"Fuck me," She moans, I can feel her line the tip of my<<if $Taint gte 65>> little<<endif>> cock up with her opening.\n\n"Yes, ma'am," <<if $Taint gte 65>>I reply, but I find it more difficult to slip inside her, as if my lack of length leaves me without enough to properly fill her. //Like a hotdog down a hallway.// The dark thought crosses my mind. <<else>>I smile, then slide forward. My cock glides into her wetness in a single fluid motion.<<endif>>\n\nUnderneath me, I can feel her pussy moving, almost milking my cock. A soft moan escapes my lips. Her hips grind against my own.\n\nFor a time, I lay there, savoring the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my throbbing cock<<if $Taint gte 65>>let<<endif>>. Then I begin to thrust, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed, her own movements meeting mine with practiced precision.\n\nIt doesn't take long before I feel my balls starting to tighten. I shove deep, <<if $Taint gte 65>>my hips pressed firmly against hers though I feel like I'm only shallowly inside of her and could slip free at any moment. //Probably some truth to that thought.// I grimace. <<else>>my cockhead pressed firmly at the entrance of her womb, then begin to unload my seed deep inside of her.<<endif>>\n\nWhen I'm finally done, I roll off of her, laying on the bed as I catch my breath.\n\n//I may not be as young as I once was, but I can still get the job done.// I think with a cocky grin.\n\nTanya rolls towards me, draping her naked form over me. "I really needed that," <<if $Mutation gte 4>>She says, glancing at the door like she wants to make her exit. <<else>>She purrs, kissing me right on the lips before slipping off the bed and starting to dress again.<<endif>>\n\nI just lay there, watching her dress, enjoying the view as she pulls the dress up her pale body. I start to feel a hint of arousal, my <<if $Taint gte 65>>tiny <<endif>>cock starting to grow again.\n\nAs I watch her, she makes eye contact with me<<if $Mutation gte 4>> for a flickering moment<<endif>>, then reaches for my pants where they had fallen on the floor. She quickly pulls my billfold, showing me that she's only taking $10, then puts the billfold back in the pants pocket. \n\n"I hope we can do this again," She says, blowing me a kiss, then exiting the room.\n\nA couple of minutes later, I finally sit up, my crotch slick and slimy with a combination of her juices and thick white fluid. //Must have been with another guy before me.// I think idly.<<set $Taint += 5>><<endif>><<endif>><<set $Money -= 10>>\n\n[[Get dressed.|Your room.]]<<if $Depravity lte 2>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>

[[return|$return]]\n\n!Name:\n<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>\n\n!Abilities:\nBrawn: <<print $PlayerStrength>>\nIntelligence: <<print $PlayerIntelligence>>\nSocial: <<print $PlayerCharisma>>\n\n!Skills:\nBrawling: <<print $PlayerBrawling + $PlayerStrength>> ($PlayerBrawling + Brawn)\nEtiquette: <<print $PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma>> ($PlayerEttiquette + Social)\nFirearms: <<print $PlayerFirearms + $PlayerStrength>> ($PlayerFirearms + Brawn)\nIntimidation: <<print $PlayerIntimidation + $PlayerStrength>> ($PlayerIntimidation + Brawn)\nInvestigation: <<print $PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerIntelligence>> ($PlayerInvestigation + Intelligence)\nOccult: <<print $PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence>> ($PlayerOccult + Intelligence)\nPerception: <<print $PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence>> ($PlayerPerception + Intelligence)\nSecurity: <<print $PlayerSecurity + $PlayerIntelligence>> ($PlayerSecurity + Intelligence)\nStreetwise: <<print $PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma>> ($PlayerStreetwise + Social)\n\n!Description:\n<<if $Taint lte 4>>\s\nAge: 48\nAppears: 48\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Very Short Brown\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 180lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Coarse, leathery skin.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Hairy and manly.\nHips: Very Manly\nCock: 6" Cut, and proportionately thick.\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>Age: 48\nAppears: 38\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown, reaching to the shoulder blades.\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 140lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Perfect, smooth, tanned skin. Beautiful, feminine features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Big Breasts, with large sensitive nipples.\nHips: Broad, feminine hips.\nGenitals: Vagina\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 90>>Age: 48\nAppears: 39\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown, reaching to the shoulder blades.\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 150lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Perfect, smooth, tanned skin. Beautiful, feminine features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Big Breasts, with large sensitive nipples.\nHips: Broad, feminine hips.\nGenitals: Tiny, clit like penis. No balls.\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 85>>Age: 48\nAppears: 39\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown, reaching to the shoulder blades.\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 160lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin. Feminine features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Big Breasts, with large sensitive nipples.\nHips: Broad, feminine hips.\nGenitals: Tiny, clit like penis. No balls\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 80>>Age: 48\nAppears: 40\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown, reaching to the shoulder blades.\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 160lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin. Feminine features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Big Breasts, with large sensitive nipples.\nHips: Feminine.\nCock: 1" and proportionately tiny. No balls.\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 75>>Age: 48\nAppears: 40\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown, shoulder length.\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 175lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin. Slightly feminine features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Full Breasts, big sensitive nipples.\nHips: Feminine.\nCock: 1" and proportionately tiny. No balls.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 70>>Age: 48\nAppears: 41\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown, shoulder length.\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 175lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin. Slightly feminine features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color. <<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Breasts, sensitive nipples.\nHips: Feminine.\nCock: 2" Cut, and proportionately small.\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Age: 48\nAppears: 41\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown, shoulder length.\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 175lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin. Androgynous, almost feminine features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Breasts, sensitive nipples.\nHips: Moderately feminine.\nCock: 2" Cut, and proportionately small.\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 60>>Age: 48\nAppears: 42\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown, shoulder length.\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 175lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin. Androgynous, almost feminine features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Breasts, sensitive nipples.\nHips: Moderately feminine.\nCock: 3" Cut, and proportionately small.\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 55>>Age: 48\nAppears: 42\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown, shoulder length.\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 175lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin. Moderately androgynous features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Small breasts with small, sensitive nipples.\nHips: Moderately feminine.\nCock: 3" Cut, and proportionately small.\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>Age: 48\nAppears: 43\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 175lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin. Moderately androgynous features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Small breasts with small, sensitive nipples.\nHips: Moderately feminine.\nCock: 4" Cut, and proportionately average.\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 45>>Age: 48\nAppears: 43\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 175lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin. Moderately androgynous features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Slightly swollen with small, sensitive nipples.\nHips: Slightly feminine.\nCock: 4" Cut, and proportionately average.\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 40>>Age: 48\nAppears: 44\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 175lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin. Slightly androgynous features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Slightly swollen with small, sensitive nipples.\nHips: Slightly feminine.\nCock: 4" Cut, and proportionately average.\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 35>>Age: 48\nAppears: 44\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 175lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin. Slightly androgynous features.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Smooth with slightly swollen, sensitive nipples.\nHips: Slightly feminine.\nCock: 4.5" Cut, and proportionately average.\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 30>>Age: 48\nAppears: 45\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 175lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Smooth with slightly swollen, sensitive nipples.\nHips: Slightly feminine.\nCock: 4.5" Cut, and proportionately average.\n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Age: 48\nAppears: 45\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 175lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Smooth, tanned skin.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Smooth with slightly swollen, sensitive nipples.\nHips: Average\nCock: 5.5" Cut, and proportionately thick. \n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 20>>Age: 48\nAppears: 46\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Brown\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 175lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Tanned skin.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Manly with slightly swollen, sensitive nipples.\nHips: Average\nCock: 5.5" Cut, and proportionately thick. \n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 15>>Age: 48\nAppears: 46\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Short Brown\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 180lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Tanned skin.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Manly with slightly swollen, sensitive nipples.\nHips: Manly\nCock: 5.5" Cut, and proportionately thick. \n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Age: 48\nAppears: 47\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Short Brown\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 180lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Tanned weathered skin.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nChest: Hairy and manly.\nHips: Manly\nCock: 6" Cut, and proportionately thick. \n<<if $Mutation gte 9>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is too large for my face, my teeth sharp and serrated. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. Along my neck are three leathery folds on each side, almost like the start of gills.<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>There is a thick membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to nearly black and have become hard as a talon. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>There is a thin membrane between my fingers, almost like the webbing between a frog's toes. My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray. <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My mouth is just a little large for my face, my teeth sharper than the once were. On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>On my hands, my finger nails have darkened to a dark shade of gray.<</if>>\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 5>>Age: 48\nAppears: 47\nEye Color: <<if $Mutation gte 9>>My too large eyes are <<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>My slightly too large eyes are <</if>>Grey\nHair: Very Short Brown\nHeight: 5' 10"\nWeight: 180lbs\nComplexion: <<if $Mutation gte 7>>My skin is rough, almost scaly in places.<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>My skin is rough to the touch, almost pebbly in places,<<else>>Tanned leathery skin.<</if>> <<if $Mutation gte 5>>My skin has taken on a grayish green shade of color.<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>My skin has taken on a slightly gray shade.<</if>>\nHips: Manly\nChest: Hairy and manly.\nCock: 6" Cut, and proportionately thick. <</if>>\n\n[[return|$return]]\n

<<if $Day gte 5>>Heavy rain seems to fall in waves, the wind blowing so hard that every raindrop that strikes my exposed face stings a little.\n\nI do my best to ignore the miserable weather. <<else>>My footsteps echo softly between the nearby buildings as I walk down the street.<</if>> \n\nAbsently, I step around a puddle that looks deeper than most.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

In the wake of the sudden violence, the sounds of the waves breaking on the shoreline makes a surreal backdrop to the roaring of my pulse in my ears.\n\n<<if $random is 1>><<else>><<if $EnemyFlee is "true">> <<else>><<if $weaponChance lte 5>>\nTaking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found <<print $AmmoLoot>> rounds of ammunition.<<set $Ammo = $Ammo + $AmmoLoot>>\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>>\n<<else>>Taking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>><</if>><</if>><</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\n

"I was wondering if you can tell me a little bit about what was here on this island before the town? The little tour guide I bought here mentions ruins, the fountain in the park looks out of place, and I've seen other things too," I ask.\n\nNadia looks thoughtful, then leans forward against her counter. Her breasts strain dangerously at her too tight blouse. "What do you want to know?" She somehow manages to make the question seductive.\n\n"Maybe you know something that isn't in the guide? Or you can point me toward some of these ruins?" I step a little closer to Nadia as I talk. When I stop, I realize that I've got a nearly perfect view right down her top.\n\nA coy smile forms on her lips. Leaning forward just a little more, I watch her breasts strain just a little harder at the fabric, //How the heck are those buttons not breaking free?//\n\n"I've never personally been to the ruins, but they're supposed to be out in the forest somewhere. Fairly heavily overgrown from what I've heard, but supposedly the place is fairly large and hard to miss if you stumble upon it."\n\n"No chance you can tell me more?" I inquire.\n\nNadia seems to think, but you have a nagging suspicion that she's just enjoying you ogling her breasts the way they threaten to burst free of her top at any moment, "Quite a few years ago, I went into the forest with a couple of men from town," She bites her lip as a sheepish grin spreads across her face, "They took me to a big cave everyone calls the Cathedral," Nadia shifts her weight back and forth, I can smell the scent of her arousal growing thicker in the air, "I was told at the time that if we had gone the other way, we would have passed a big open field and that the ruins were somewhere past that."\n\n<<if $Taint gte 40>>[[Ask Nadia about your transformation.]]\n\n<</if>>[[Visit with Nadia for a minute.]]\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask about Tom.]]<</if>><<if $Jackobson is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon]]<</if>><<if $JackobsonHouse is 3>>\n\n[[You dont know where Mr Jackobson got off to, do you?]]<</if>>\n\n[[Buy something.|See her wares.]]\n\nor \n\n[[Return to looking around the store.|General Store]]<<set $RuinsOpen to "Played">>

I shake my head in a hopeless attempt to shake the images from my mind, my eyes meeting Peters'.\n\nI can tell from the look in his eyes, he knows he has me, hook line and sinker.\n\nI take a few steps towards him. This time, when he offers me the envelope, [[I take it.]]<<set $Letter to "Played">>

<<if $BookFight is "Not Played" && $PastorBook is "Taken" && $Day gte 7>> A particularly hard gust of wind staggers me as I crest the top of the bluff. The cold rain stings as it strikes my skin, like a thousand little spears nettling my face and hands.\n\nI turn slightly, partially to ragain my footing, and partially to avoid the worst of the rain hitting me in the face. \n\nAs I do so, I discover that I am not alone. A hulking figure so large that I feel like a small child beside it. Even several paces behind me, it seems to loom over me. My eyes widen in horror at the sight, rooted to the spot as if my remaining still may somehow avoid provoking the abomonation. Whatever it is, in spite of its size it still looks //mostly// human, and its state of nakedness leaves little doubt that it's female.\n\n"Boooook," It says in a drawn out croak.\n\n//Does this //thing// want the book from the church?// I wonder, acutely aware of the book's heavy weight inside of my jacket.\n\nRealizing that this //thing// has yet to attack, but sensing that it could happen at any moment, I only have a split second to weigh my options.\n\n[[Threaten it.]]\n\n[[Attack it.|Book Fight]]\n\n[[Try to reason with it.]]<<set $BookFight to "Played">><<else>>From the top of the bluff, I feel like I can see forever into the cloud shrouded distance.\n\n<<if $Day is 5 && $DOneSighting is "Not Played">>When my eyes turn to the waters far below, my attention is quickly drawn to a pale shape among the rocks.\n\nMy eyes widen in surprise and I quickly start to pull my jacket off as I prepare to dive into the waters. Then the reality of the situation starts to sink in, //Jumping from this height would be dangerous, and with those rocks below, it would be suicide.// I think hopelessly.\n\nAll I can do is look down helplessly at the body being tossed about by the breaking waves. \n\n"Well, shit," I growl under my breath, trying to think of any way down to retrieve the body that doesn't involve serious risk to my own life in the proccess.\n\nMentally, I start taking notes in the hopes of learning more later. //Female, classic hourglass figure, long dark hair but difficult to tell if its brown or black from here.// No matter how hard I try though, I'm unable to determine much more about the body. \n\nAfter several minutes of watching the almost hypnotic movements of the body in the water, I notice something else.\n\n//What the hell was that?// I wonder when I see something dark move beneath the waves near the body. When I focus my attention on the waters instead of just the body, I see a second shape, then a third and a fourth. Maybe half a dozen of them in total. \n\nI wonder if they might be some form of fish, maybe scavangers given how they are moving towards the body .\n\n//Something's not right,// I have just enough time to think as one of the dark forms breaks the surface, a large fin breaking the water first, then a webbed foot before it propelled itself deeper into the water.\n\nA chill runs through me, and it has nothing to do with the cold rain falling from the sky. I doubt I could have moved if I tried in the following moments.\n\nThe first creature reaches the body, its webbed hand clasping the inside of the dead girl's thigh. Another joins it, slipping an arm around her throat and pulling her part way under the water.\n\nWet scaly flesh obscures the ivory body for a moment, then she's pulled downward rapidly until her pale form fades to the same black as the water. \n\nMy mind is reeling, trying to make sense of what I just saw, trying to even form the questions to ask concerning the scene that just unfolded in the waters below.\n\nAfter several minutes of watching the waters for any further sign of the body, or the things that had taken it, I eventually step away from the bluff's edge. \n\n<<set $DOneSighting to "Played">><<else>>The choppy waters churn angrily amongst the rocks below, building a foamy white froth near the cliff face. Further out to sea, the waters stretch into a pertetual gray that blends so seamlessly into the distance that I am unable to tell where the water ends and the sky begins.\n\nTurning, my eyes sweep over the little town of Wanton Cove below. From where I am standing, I can clearly see the entire town. It feels so small and insignifican't from my high perch upon the bluff. My gaze only lingers for a few short seconds before loosing interest in the vew.\n\n<<if $JackobsonBluff is 1>>Thinking about what both Aaron and Mr Jackobson said about Pastor Erkon's suicide, [[I feel drawn to investigate the area further.]]\n\n<<endif>>Finally, I settle my attention on the mansion dominating the bluff's peak. The old mansion looks tired, the dark paint is pealing in places, the porch sagging into the earth, giving it a slant. The rain streaked windows are dull and dirty, heavy gray drapes hanging limply behind the windows to obscure whatever may be behind them.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Mansion is "Played">>[[Knock on the Mansion door.|MansionAnswer]]<<else>>[[Knock on the Mansion door.]]<</if>><<if $C2B is "Played">>\n\n<<cavelink "Enter the cave.">><<endif>>\n\n<<richlink "Head back towards Wanton Cove.">><<endif>>

<<if $Taint lte 9>>I continue to kneel, looking at the puddle of White Goo in a new light, //finally// understanding what it is.\n\nNausea passes over me, then before I can do anything rash, I stand, taking a quick step away from the vile substance.\n\n[[Continue.|Rape Search]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 95>>My cunt aches, feeling desolate with the need to be filled with something, //anything.//\n\nOne of my hands darts to my belt, frantically working to free myself from my pants, while the other hand reaches for the puddle of White Goo.\n\nThe moment my fingers touch the warm fluid, I feel a small orgasm shudder through my body. \n\nMy entire world becomes a lust engulfed haze as soon as I feel my belt loosen.\n\nI scoop up the White Goo, Zal'chaas' essence, and thrust my slime covered hand into my pants in a lust driven haze. My fingers slide along my womanly folds, causing the flesh to tingle in the most delightful of ways. When my fingers begin to slide inside of myself, pushing the White Goo into my gushing pussy, my world is reduced to pure bliss.\n\nWith no idea how long I kneel there, I begin to wonder if anyone might have seen me kneeling there on the shore, my hands in my pants violating my new pussy while moaning like a common whore. But when my senses finally start to return, the White Goo is long gone.\n\nSlowly, I slide my hand from my pants, my fingers coated with a mixture of my own juices, and the White Goo. \n\nIn front of me, I can see only faint smears of the puddle of White Goo that was there just minutes earlier.\n\nRattled, and not knowing what could have possessed me to rub the White Goo into my vagina, I [[continue on my way.|Rape Search]]\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>>Something in the back of my mind begs me not to do it, but I pay it no mind as I reach out with both hands I eagerly try to scoop up the mess on the ground, stuffing my fingers of first one hand, then the other, into my mouth. \n\nI moan in pleasure as I feel my tiny cock harden, precum dribbling from its tip to join the cum already staining the inside of my pants..\n\nI don't know how long I kneel beside that White Goo, but when my mind begins to clear, there is barely any of the White Goo remaining.\n\nRepulsed by what I just did, I stagger back from where I was kneeling. My thoughts reeling as I think about the White Goo's source.\n\n<<set $Taint += 5>>[[Continue.|Rape Search]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 50>>\n\nI find myself reaching out toward the White Goo, coating my fingers with the still warm slime. \n\nWhen I begin to raise my fingers to my lips, I know I couldn't stop myself if I tried. The remnants of my cock is hard in my pants, my arousal making my little penis leak.\n\nIt only takes a moment to lick my fingers clean, the slimy White Goo sliding down my throat. \n\nRemembering the way the White Goo dribbled from the tip of //her// cock makes me shudder in rapture. I don't hesitate to reach out to coat my hands in the stuff a second time, moaning lewdly as I suck my fingers clean.\n\n<<set $Taint += 5>>[[Continue.|Rape Search]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 25>>Even though I know exactly where the White Goo came from, I'm unable to resist the urge to reach out. A moan escapes my lips as my fingertips touch the still warm slime.\n\nI raise my fingers to my mouth, my lips parting and tongue reaching out for this forbidden offering.\n\nThe realization of what I am about to do strikes me like a physical blow. I quickly wipe my fingers off on the wet rocks around me the best I can, then move back from the White Goo.\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>>[[Continue.|Rape Search]]\n<<elseif $Taint gte 10>>Looking at the White Goo, I feel a growing urge to reach out, to touch the White Goo.\n\nI start to reach out, but I just barely manage to fight the urge back.\n\n//What's come over me?// I think in alarm, //I just saw where that stuff game from, why the hell would I want to touch it?//\n\nI step away from the White Goo, concerned by the momentary lapse in judgment. Especially in light of what I just witnessed.\n\n[[Continue.|Rape Search]]<</if>><<set $Madness += 1>>

Staying in place, I find myself transfixed by the sight before me. \n\nI'm not sure if its more curiosity, or more arousal that causes me to watch this vile //thing// stroke itself. \n\nSeeing no sign that it intends me any harm, I see its bit hand sliding up and down its shaft in increasingly rapid motions. All the while those blank eyes stare unblinking at me.\n\nWithout warning, it makes a deep rumbling sound in its chest, then shifts its hips forward as it releases its cock. A long stream of off white fluid erupts from the tip of its tapered shaft.\n\nI try to move out of its way, but I'm not quick enough. Its seed catches me full in the face. I sputter, instinctively trying, but largely failing to wipe the thick stuff from myself.\n\nThe Deep One makes a sound resembling laughter, then slinks into the shadows. Meanwhile, I gag, wretching as what feels like a sudden sickness washes through me.\n\n[[Continue.|Deep One Change]]

I make it inside the Church just in time. I've barely cleared the threshold before the sky looses a torrent of rain, as if every Angel in Heaven burst into tears at that very moment. Above my head, the heavy rain sounds like thunder against the [[old roof of the Church.|stepping carefully inside.]]

I feel a slight chill go up my spine as I walk. <<if $Day gte 5>>//There's no way that fog should be sticking around in this damned rain.// My eyes linger on the fog that seems to defy the heavy rain that is falling<<else>>I can see a thin fog<</if>>, seemingly clinging to the cracks in the road, to the gutters, and to the drooping, half dead plants eking out an existence among the soggy earth.\n\nFor a moment, I pause, and look at the fog. The fog seems to move slightly, but always at the corner of my vision, never where I can see it clearly.\n\nFeeling uneasy, I begin to walk again.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

<<if $glade is "true">>I hear a moan, soft and alluring from the shadowy forest to one side. It's the sound of arousal, a raw animalistic need.\n\nIt's a sound that both piques my arousal and makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end in the same moment. //It's likely those plants again, whatever the heck they are.//\n\nEven knowing what I know, the sound urges me to the edge of the trail. I have to force myself to pause, considering if I really want to go further.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 3>>[[Seek out the source of the sound.]]\n\n<</if>>[[Ignore the sound and continue down the trail.]]<<else>>I hear a moan, soft and alluring from the shadowy forest to one side. It's the sound of arousal, a raw animalistic need.\n\nIt's a sound that both piques my arousal and makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end in the same moment.\n\nThe sound urges me to the edge of the trail. I have to force myself to pause, considering if I really want to go further.\n\n[[Seek out the source of the sound.]]\n\n[[Ignore the sound and continue down the trail.]]<</if>>

<<if $DeepCombat is "true">><<if $Taint lte 54>>The Deep One looms over me for several seconds before it lets out a soft hiss. \n\nWith morbid fascination, I watch as the small slit along his skin near his groin spreads, a gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to nearly a foot long. \n\nI tense as the thing moves closer, reaching for me. My fight or flight instinct kicks in, and having just lost the fight, I desperately try to make my escape. I’ve barely moved before its hand grabs my ankle painfully, its talons breaking the skin. With almost casual ease, it picks me up by my ankle.\n\n//How could I have thought I had a chance of winning against this thing?// I think in horror, dangling upside down from its outstretched hand. \n\nAs if sensing my resignation, he drops me. I land shoulder first in the muddy ground before landing on my back.\n\nIts large black eyes focused on me, it moves again, but subtly this time as its fingers wrap around its quivering cock.\n\nAll I can do is watch as it strokes itself, its hand moving in a steady rhythm for only a few seconds before he stiffens. With an inhuman whine, its hips shift right as a thick rope of creamy white cum erupts from the tip of its tapered cock. Whether by design, or sheer coincidence, the Deep One’s load hits me full in the face, most of its seed hitting me right across the lips and nose. I gasp, the taste of its salty seed entering my mouth. My head spins, a tingling sensation crossing my face and mouth wherever the Deep One’s seed touched me. \n\nSputtering, I try to spit the stuff out of my mouth, fighting back a gag as I do so. The creature makes a sound somewhere nearby, and I can hear it moving through the undergrowth away from me, but I’m far too preoccupied with trying to get the worst of its surprisingly sticky seed off of me. I scrape at it with my fingers, trying to scrub it away using water from a muddy puddle.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The Deep One stands, unmoving for several seconds, the wet breathing sounds accompanied by the slow rise and fall of its chest are the only indications that it’s a living thing. \n\nThen it blinks, some kind of thin membrane crossing over its eyes just before the lids close and reopen.\n\nWhen it moves, it is with startling speed. Its hand comes out, shoving me hard. I stumble and fall on my back on the muddy ground. Then, before I can react, it’s on me, holding me down with one hand while tugging at my pants with the other. \n\nI hear something tear, then my pants are pulled painfully past my hips with a savage pull. With little doubt remaining as to what the creature’s intentions are, I thrash wildly, if ineffectively, against it. \n\nIt grabs my cock and balls in one hand, its talons just breaking the skin. My struggles end suddenly as a cry of pain escapes my lips.\n\nThe creature seems to consider for several seconds, then releases my tender nethers. As soon as it does so, it roughly flips me over onto my belly, taking hold of my hip with one clawed hand and shoving me face first into the mud and water beneath me.\n\nSputtering mud and water from my mouth, I can feel the creature moving close behind me. Something slick and slimy brushes across my exposed ass, //No! This can’t be happening!// I fight the urge to scream at the futility of my situation.\n\nThe Deep One is uncaring of my lack of consent to this depraved deed though. The second its tapered penis brushes my anus, it presses forward, spearing my ass on its long cock. \n\nThe sound that I make is a mixture of panic and discomfort, like a wounded animal with no way out. \n\nHolding tightly to me, its talons piercing the flesh of my hips, the creature thrusts into my ass like it’s in a rut, hammering away at my anus with a desperate need.\n\nThen I the Deep One tenses, thrusting deep and holding itself there. A tepid wetness fills my bowels suddenly, seeping into my core. The feeling is strange, like someone expanded a balloon within my bowls. The sensation begins to change, my insides tingling as the fluid seems to soak into my body.\n\nMy anus throbs painfully, raw from the buggering I just received. I have to bite my lip to hold back a whimper.\n\nThe Deep One moves, pulling out quickly and leaving my ass feeling empty, aching to be filled again.\n\n//Do women feel like this when a man pulls out?// The thought is strange enough to distract me from my current situation momentarily.\n\nWhen I finally focus on my surroundings again, I begin to notice that the creature is no longer present, having left me, face down in the mud and grime beneath me.\n\nHesitating, I get unsteadily back to my feet. I watch my surroundings for any sign of the Deep One’s return as I pull my pants back up.\n\n<<else>>Unsteady, I stumble back, falling on my ass in the muddy water beneath me. \n\nThe Deep one stands where it is for a few more seconds. My eyes drifting down its muscular body. I watch as the small slit along his skin near its groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to about a foot long. \n\nMy eyes widen with horror at the size, and the implications of what is about to happen.\n\nBefore I can even begin to scramble away, the creature is on me, tearing at my clothes. I feel my pants come loose, the sound of something tearing as they are yanked down my legs to tangle around my ankles.\n\nI thrash beneath the thing, hammering at its chest with my fists with no visible effect. \n\nThe Deep One’s cold, rubbery cock brushes between my legs. I tense, unable to do anything but watch.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if it’s in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe Deep One pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>The beast ruts at my new cunt with an obsessive need, the force of its thrusts is almost painful.\n\nMercifully, it’s not long before the Deep One shoves forward. I can feel the tip of its tapered cock press hard against my cervix, nestling at the entrance of my innermost place.\n\nIt twitches inside of me, then jerks hard as I feel a lukewarm wetness start to fill me. I want to be repulsed by what is happening, but my own body betrays me as I shudder in orgasm, my pussy pulsating around the invading member inside of me as it tries to milk all of its seed into my womb.\n\nA few seconds later, it withdraws, making my cunt feel empty, aching to be filled again. \n\nI can hear the creature moving behind me, but by the time I regain enough strength to prop myself up, its already gone.\n\nUnsteadily, I stand, pulling my pants back up to where they belong.\n\n<<endif>><<if $Mutation gte 9>>Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I smell the salty ocean air, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 8>> Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nIt’s as if the skin of my face suddenly pulls sight, stretching as I feel a sensation just the wrong side of pain. The feeling eases after a few seconds, but then becomes a tickle across the sides of my neck.\n\nI struggle to take a breath, my hands reaching for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. A sudden revelation makes me shiver inside, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nThen the pain returns.\n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>With the Deep One gone, I have the urge to look myself over, clean myself as I look for what new changes will surely happen to my body.\n\nWith a sense of trepidation, I begin to inspect my aching body. Holding up one of my hands, I can see that the webbing between my fingers is both thicker than before and darker in color. My fingernails having become as black at those of the creature that just attacked me. Their ends now come to a sharp point like a talon.\n\nI sigh heavily in resignation. \n\nI’ve only just started to turn in an effort to be on my way when I feel a strange tickle across the sides of my neck. More troubling to me however is the way my face feels stiff and unresponsive.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath before reaching up towards my neck and face. Touching my face, I can feel that everything seems distorted. My eyes seem to dominate my face, my mouth feels far too large, like a gaping maw. I let my tongue brush along my teeth, finding that they are no longer flat and uniform but are instead slightly rounded points.\n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>I make my way towards a nearby puddle filled with some comparatively clean water. I can barely bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach out, cupping a hand full of water.\n\nI shudder as my hand touches my skin, //The texture, it’s not right.// The thought looms large in my mind. Touching my skin with more care, I realized that it has become rough in places, scaly to the touch.\n\nIn a sudden panic, I start to scrub harder at my skin, trying to return it to its original state.\n\nPain erupts across my arm where I am scrubbing, and when I look, I see a trail of blood across my skin. For just a second, I think it’s merely a wound from my recent fight that I had not yet noticed, but when I see my hand, I know that is not the case.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almost transparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me harder than any physical blow.\n\nI struggle to draw breath as panic seizes me. \n\nThen it gets worse.\n\nMy eyes trail up my arms, noticing that the skin now has a rough, almost scaly texture to it.\n\nReaching for the puddle, I start trying to wash myself, to scrub away this change that has become a part of me even though I know deep down that no amount of water or scrubbing will ever wash away what I am becoming.\n\nWhen I get back to my feet several minutes later, I choke back a sob, then pull my jacket tightly around myself, as if somehow the garment might protect me from the reality of what is happening to me.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>A knot starts to form in my stomach as I start to inspect myself. I begin to feel sick to my stomach as I realize that my skin has taken on a distinctly gray green cast. \n\nMy breathing starts to become labored as fear threatens to overwhelm the more rational part of my mind. It doesn’t help when I notice my hands, a thin web of skin connecting each finger like what you would expect to see on a frog. The webbing is so thin that I can actually see through it just a little bit, like it could easily tear if not careful.\n\n//This is a part of me now.// The thought leaves me shaken.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>Moving to a nearby puddle to clean myself. When my fingers touch my face, I begin to notice the changes that have occurred. My face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch. As I explore further, I notice that my eyes feel large on my face, disproportionately so. My lips seem to stretch wider than I remember.\n\nI turn to the puddle, trying to see my reflection in its surface, though that proves difficult in the constantly rippling pool as raindrops strike it. It does however reveal that my skin looks darker than previously. I quickly turn my attention to my arms and hands, noticing that my skin has taken on a gray green shade like an old bruise that hasn’t quite faded to yellow yet.\n\nA shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Sore from my recent fight, I move towards a puddle where I intend to wash the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nStretching out my hand, I stop just short of the water when I notice my fingernails. Slightly longer, and clearly thicker, they have taken on a bit of a gray color. \n\nPutting the thought aside for the moment, I reach for the puddle again, scooping some of the water to wash away the mud and slime covering my body.\n\nMy fingers barely touch my skin before I notice how tight my face feels, faintly rubbery to the touch. \n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\nMy anxiety only increases when I start to notice that other aspects of my face seem different as well. My eyes feel bulbous, too large for my face. My mouth as well feels like it has been stretched across my face.\n\nDark thoughts fill my head as I finish washing myself up.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>When I look down at myself, I notice that my slightly gray skin has started to take on a rough pebbly texture.\n\nWith morbid fascination, I let my fingers brush over the skin. Only to notice that my fingernails look different as well. They have become darker, obviously thicker and just a little longer as well.\n\n//Is this happening because of those abominations? These Deep Ones?// The implications cause me to shiver.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<else>>My whole body tingles in the wake of the fight. For a few seconds, I think it is just post fight jitters, but then I notice that my skin looks different. \n\n//I’m pale,// I think, //No, that’s not right, my skin has become slightly gray.//\n\nThe thought barely has time to cross my mind before I touch my skin, noticing that the color is not all that has changed. That my skin has taken on a rough pebbly texture as well.\n\nTrying to put what just happened out of my mind, I try to scrub the filth from my body.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<</if>><<set $Mutation += 1>><<set $DeepCombat to "false">><<else>><<if $random is 1>><<if $Mutation lte 9>><<if $Taint lte 54>>This abomonation kicks me in the ribs as I start to get to my feet. I sprawl sideways into the mud.\n\nI can see this hidious thing looking down at me, prowling around me like a predator looking at prey.\n\nOf all the things I expect to see, from this //thing// just walking away, to it moving in for the killing blow, what it does catches me completely off guard.\n\nI stair dumbfounded as it fishes its cock from its patchwork pants. The thing is long and tapered, its dark gray with a hint of pink along its underside. The thing glistens wetly even fresh from the confines of its pants.\n\nI begin to tense up, prepared to fight the creature if it comes any closer. Instead, it holds its ground, beginning to stroke its length with what appears to be a powerful grip.\n\nIts hand is almost a blur of motion as it quickly jerks itself, its hard shaft quivering as it points straight at me.\n\nFearful that any action I might take will result in the thing attacking me again, I wait, searching for some way to safely escape the situation.\n\nSuddenly, this thing jerks its hips, a long thick stream of white shooting from the tip of its tapered cock with incredible percision. The blast hits me right on the upper lip, just to the left of my nose before crossing my face in a way that leaves my lips coated in this thing's salty seed.\n\nI sputter, trying to spit the stuff from my lips, the taste nearly making me gag.\n\nThe creature makes a sound that might be a laugh, but I'm far too preoccupied with getting its surprisingly sticky seed off of my face. \n\nMy face tingles where this abomonation's seed has touched it, and my hands feel the same as I try to scrape it away with my fingers. Eventually, I think I've cleared the worst of it, using a puddle to wash my face and hands when I'm done.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>This //thing// shoves me down into the mud face first. I come up sputtering mud and water from my lips. It then places a hand on the small of my back, pressing me down to the ground before trying to yank my pants down past my hips.\n\nMy pants catch painfully on my hips, I can hear the material straining against his strength. Pausing, it gives a second yank that finally pulls my pants down my thighs.\n\nStrongly suspecting the creature's motives, I thrash about, trying to free myself of its grip.\n\nMy efforts are rewarded by the creature shoving me violently into the muddy ground.\n\nThe creature pauses, and I'm not sure why. It makes a confused sound, then I feel its cold wet hand grab my cock and balls painfully.\n\nI let out a startled sound, thrashing wildly as I frantically try to escale this perverted thing.\n\nIt makes another sound, shoves me face first into the mud again, then shuffles up behind me. \n\nPure panic fills me when something wet and slimy brushes across my ass. //No, no, no, no!// My mind screams in futility.\n\nThe abomonation is oblivious to my wishes in this matter, and a second later, I feel the tapered end of its slick cock brush between my ass cheeks.\n\nIt thrusts forward, missing its mark and gliding along the crack of my ass. A second later, it tries again, this time sinking its long thin penis deep into my anus. The sound that I make is a mixture of discomfort and horror at what is happening.\n\nHolding tightly to my hips, this vile creature fucks my ass with rapid thrusts for several minutes before suddenly tensing. \n\nThen I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being obsorbed by my throbbing anus.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it is about to introduce me to, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<else>>Defeated, the creature wastes no time shoving me onto my chest. Pressing me into the muddy ground, he yanks my pants down past my hips painfully to expose my ass to the cool air.\n\nI try to get up, to squirm away from the abomonation, but it takes hold of my hips in a powerful grip that seems to emphasize how soft my physical body has become.\n\nThis thing quickly shuffles in behind me, looming over me as I feel something cool and slick slide across my bottom. \n\nI redouble my efforts to escape as I realize this cold rubbery thing sliding along the crack of my ass is this creature's cock.\n\nMy struggles prove futile.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if it's in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>I can't help but feel shame as this vile //thing// fucks me like I'm nothing more than a whore to be used.\n\nThis continues for several minutes, the creature shoving me back down into the mud dispassionately any time I try to free myself from its grip, or even move so that my face is not being pressed into the muddy ground.\n\nEventually, the thing rutting at my cunt seems to lose its rhythm, its thrusts becoming irregular. Then I feel it, a lukewarm thickness suddenly filling my core. The feeling is unsettling to say the least as it feels like the creature's cum is seeping into my body, being absorbed by my throbbing pussy.\n\nI shudder, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips before I bite my lip to stop it.\n\nThe creature moves behind me again, its deflating cock slipping from my freshly used hole. I wonder idly what new horror it will inflict upon me, but the seconds tick forward into more than a minute. When I finally look behind me, it is no longer there.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<</if>><</if>><<if $Mutation gte 10>>Gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to releave the pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI dont know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, its something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean.\n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, like myself. Most are female, many of them are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me. When I pass a chamber with a pair of females and no sign of a male, I slip inside. Glancing down, I'm idly impressed by the sheer size of my manhood, perhaps a foot long and thick as a bottle of beer.\n\nThe females appear receptive, one of them presenting herself with her dark cleft on full display.\n\nMoving forward, I grab hold of the female, her hand reaching down to guide me to her opening before I thrust into her. \n\nIn the water like this, it takes me a moment to find my rhythm, but once I do, its not long before I spill my seed inside of her.\n\nAs soon as I'm done, the second female coaxes me towards her.\n\n//Duty beckons.//\n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>As we swim, I can make out shapes in the gloom, like buildings, long lost to the sea. As things become clearer, I find the architecture to be strangely beautiful, like organic things as much grown as built to create a sprawling city at the bottom of the ocean. \n\nThe scent of something in the water makes me pause, my head tilting towards the source. Through the water, I can hear faint sounds from somewhere nearby. My companion pauses, looking towards me. Something in its expression implies amusement.\n\nI decide to follow the scent, it doesn't take me long to find a gap in the rocks that leads to a series of chambers. Within, I see others, similar to myself. \n\nThe few males I see are powerfully built and in most cases, I can see massive erections jutting out in front of them as they fornicate with the considerably more numerous females. \n\nI feel a growing arousal within me, like a need with no outlet. Its only at this moment that I come to a horrible realization. Unlike the Deep Ones around me, I'm sexless.\n\nOne of the Deep Ones swims towards me, its a male. It looks at me, and I can sense a hint of amusement coming from it at my predicament. \n\nThe despearate sound I make is faint in the water, but it seems to carry all around us.\n\n//What kind of hell is this.// I want to weep, but I am unable to do so. \n\nEND\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>As we swim, I feel a growing ache in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nPausing, I let my hands stray over my belly, then lower, only to discover that my manhood is gone, replaced with an oh so sensitive slit.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<else>>As we swim, I feel a growing hunger in my middle. Its like a lust that instead of growing inside of me, is becoming a part of me as it seeps into my bones.\n\nMy body shudders when I continue to follow the Deep One, not really seeing the looming shapes around us in the gloom. As we near one of the shapes, it becomes clear to me that this is some form of underwater building. My large eyes widen as I realize we've entered some form of underwater city.\n\nWhen we approach the opening leading inside, I catch a scent in the water, one that causes my arousal to spike unexpectedly. I can barely think straight, all I know is that I want, no //need// to fill the void, to //feed// the hunger I feel inside of myself.\n\nMy companion seems to sense the change that comes over me. Turning in the water, he looks at me for several long seconds. I get the impression that he is amused. My eyes are drawn to the pink spear that starts to emerge from his groin.\n\nI know that I should feel revulsion at what I'm seeing. But instead, I find myself moving towards him.\n\nWhen I draw close, he takes hold of me roughly and pushes me against the wall. His taloned hands spread my legs and its only moments before I can feel his cool rubbery shaft brush between my legs. \n\nHe begins to thrust wildly, like a dog, missing his mark several times before I feel the tip of his pointed cock catch my opening.\n\nHis hips jerk, hilting his entire length inside of me with a single thrust. His violent entry causes me to cry out, the sound carries oddly through the water around us.\n\nFor maybe a minute he continues before I feel a liquid warmth filling me. Seconds later, he pulls out, his already shrinking member vanishing back into a crease in his crotch.\n\nTurning away from me, he enters the cave like entrance. I follow.\n\nWe follow the cave like hallway, passing chamber after chamber. Whenever I pause to look inside, I see others like myself within most of the rooms. Most are female, many of those are clearly pregnant. The few males I see seem intent on breeding the females, regardless of if they show signs of pregnancy or not. \n\nAnother room, I can see several females, most of them gathered around a single one who is spilling eggs, perhaps the size of a baseball, by the dozen from the opening between her legs into a translucent sack. Elsewhere in the room, I can see similar sacks everywhere, with perhaps twenty to fifty in each one. //There must be hundreds, if not thousands of those eggs,// Some small part of my mind that is still human is alarmed by this, but the thought is quickly pushed away by more primal needs.\n\nMy own state of arousal becomes increasingly obvious to me, overwhelmingly so. The next room I pass, I see two males and a single female inside.\n\nWebbed feet propel me into the room, only stopping when I'm directly in front of one of the males. Seeing that he's already erect, I do not hesitate to present my sex to him.\n\n[[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<</if>><<elseif $Mutation gte 9>>My skin begins to feel funny, like my face is being stretched in strange ways. A few seconds later, I feel a tickle along the sides of my neck.\n\nI take a deep breath that I let out slowly in a failed attempt to calm my nerves before I reach for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>With my assailant gone, I pause, part of me wanting to go clean myself and check for what new horror has befallen my body, part of me wanting to walk away in the hopes of not having to face whatever changes I have experienced this time.\n\nMy morbid curiosity wins out. I begin to inspect my body for new changes, changes that are almost immediately obvious.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>Feeling the need to clean myself after the encounter, I find a puddle with some moderately clean water. I can't bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach for the water, cupping the water as I move to wash myself. \n\nI tremble slightly when my hand touches my body, //the texture, its all wrong// the thought nearly overwhelms me. My skin has taken on several rough patches, scaly to the touch. \n\nIn a moment of panic, I scrub at my skin harder, desperate to scrub my skin to its original state. After several minutes, I finally give up, my skin sore in the places I had tried to wash the scaly texture away and having made no progress in changing what had happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almosttransparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me like a physical blow.\n\nFear spikes through me, making it so that I can hardly breathe. I wretch, feeling like I'm about to empty the contents of my stomach, though the action produces nothing. I don't know how long I stare at my hands, unable to fully accept what is happening to me\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>When I begin to clean myself up, I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach as I begin to carefully inspect myself.\n\nEven though I half expect something to have happened to me, I still feel like I'm going to be sick when I realize that my slightly gray skin has become more of a gray green now.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at my hands, my arms, fascenated as much as horrified at this new change I have experienced. Eventually my mind comes back to the present, that this is //my// body experiencing this change. \n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>At a nearby puddle, I start to clean the worst of the filth from my body. As I do so, I begin to notice that my face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch.\n\nTaking a minute to explore my face with my hands, I can feel that my eyes feel different, my mouth wider than I recalled. Quickly turning my attention back to the puddle, the reflection staring back at me has eyes just a little large for the face they are on and a mouth that stretches wider than it should.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>When I start to wipe the worst of the mess from my body, I notice that my fingernails look different. Inspecting further, I notice that they are both thicker than usual and look to be of a gray color.\n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Using a nearby puddle, I spend a couple of minutes washing the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nAs my fingers slide over my skin, I start to notice that in addition to the slight graying of my skin I had noticed previously, my skin has started to take on a rough, almost pebbly texture.\n\n//I need to avoid these //things//, they're doing something to me.// I shudder slightly as I try to consider the implications. Eventually, shaken by the thoughts in my mind, I try to focus my attention elsewhere\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<else>>It takes me a few seconds, but I finally get my pants pulled back up to where they belong. Once done with that, I look for a clean puddle of water to try washing the worst of the mud and grime off of my body.\n\nAs I'm finishing up, I pause, looking at my hands that look paler than usual, with a slight gray tone to the skin. //I guess I'll have to take a proper bath to get the rest of this grime off of my body.// I try desperately to not think about what just happened.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<</if>>\n\n<<else>><<if $Taint lte 54>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the muddy path, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The wet cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The sounds of rain striking the trees leaves is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//What the fuck does he think// he's //doing?// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He wouldn't have, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold wet of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing wet and chilled, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My mouth feels a little slimy and tastes faintly of salt. Turning my head to the side, I spit a mouth full of whitish plhegm at the ground beside me before wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve.<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I fall to my knees, badly hurt. Pitching face first into the muddy path, the world seems to spin wildly as it fades slowly in and out.\n\nI'm only dimly aware of someone's hands on my body, //I'm being robbed?// I have time to wonder before the world fades to black.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. The cold wet of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff.\n\nI notice that my pants are pulled low around my waist, as if my assailant had tried to pull them off of me, then gave up. \n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers and a good night's sleep won't fix.//<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I sag to the cold, wet ground. The soft wishper of light rain falling is an odd contrast to my pulse thundering in my ears.\n\nBefore me, I can see my assailant unbuckling his pants, his abnormally large cock swinging free.\n\n//Please don't.// I have time to think before my eyes roll back and I loose consciousness.\n\nA short time later, I come too with a pained groan. My mouth tastes of bitter salt, my tongue feels like it has a thin coating of slime on it, //He did, . . // I quickly push the unsettling thought off to the side. \n\nThe cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, leaving me fealing chilled and stiff, every movement causing a sound of displeasure to escape my lips.\n\nIt takes me several moments to assess the extent of my injuries, //I'll live,// I think glumly, staggering to my feet, //Its nothing some pain killers, a bottle of beer, and a good night's sleep won't fix.//\n\n<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I've barely the strength to stand when my assailant steps forward. His fist strikes me in the stomach with enough force to drive the air from my lungs. \n\nGasping for breath, my vision fades.\n\nI don't know how long I was out for, but the cold of the ground has had time to seep into my body, making me ache as I move to get up. My ass hurts slightly, my pants tangled around my ankles. Reaching back, I touch my tender ass, my fingers coming away with what is clearly cum on my fingertips, //What the fuck is wrong with these people?//\n\nPulling my pants back up and securing my belt, I shudder slightly, not entirely from the cold.<<set $Taint += 3>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Stepping forward, my assailant grabs hold of a fist full of my hair, throwing me to the muddy path. \n\nI catch myself on my hands and knees, my whole world tilting wildly as I try to stay upright. A familiar sound, but one I have difficulty placing in my disoriented state, cuts through the soundof my labored breathing. Turning towards the sound, I see my assailant moving towards me, his zipper down as he fishes his big dick out through the hole. //A zipper.// I think with disgust.\n\nThe man grabs a fist full of my hair again, slapping my face hard. Stars burst forth before my eyes, "Bitch needs to learn her place," He growls.\n\nBefore I have time to figure out what he means, I feel his hard cock shove past my lips into my mouth. I gag from the sudden intrusion, his firm grip on my hair keeps me from jerking away from his offending member. The man fucks my face savagely for maybe a dozen thrusts, then shoves me back down into the muddy path. \n\nI start trying to get up, but I feel his booted foot placed on my ass, then he pushes hard, sending me sprawling in the mud. I'm barely to my hands and knees again before I feel his rough hands on my hips, grabbing my pants and pulling them down almost to my knees with one savage yank.\n\nThe cool air on my ass, and alarmingly wet pussy makes me shiver. A feminine whimper, touched with a hint of fear, escapes my lips. The sound of my own voice, a clear indication of how much I've changed since arriving in Wanton Cove, frightens me almost as much as the realization that I'm about to be raped by this man.\n\nA second pull of my pants pulls them past my knees to tangle around my ankles. Before I can even fully assess my options, I feel both of the man's hands on my hips as he starts to shuffle into place behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\n<</if>>Within moments, the man's thrusting rhythmically into my pussy, the wet sounds filling me with embarrassment as I realize much of it is from the wetness of my own arousal.\n\nIts not long before my own hips are thrusting back to meet his own. The satisfied groan that escapes his lips only serves to make me blush crimson, his own thrusts starting to come quicker.\n\nI can feel a pressure starting to build within me, my pussy's rough fucking sending waves of pleasure through me.\n\nThe man thrusts forward suddenly, holding himself deep within my depths, his cock pressing firmly against my cervix. His cock pulses within me, hot cum exploding against my cerivix in jet after jet of his seed.\n\nMy own pussy convulses, like a massive wave crashing against the shore, the walls of my pussy milking his tool of his cum.\n\nThe man withdraws slowly, I can feel a trickle of his cum slip from my pussy to run slowly down my thigh.\n\nBreathing heavily, I lay face down in the cold, muddy path, my ass up in the air. Behind me, I can hear the man zip his pants back up, then a satisfied chuckle from him before his footsteps retreat into the distance.\n\nBarely fighting back a sob, I spend a few seconds cleaning myself up, then quickly dress myself.<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>The man steps towards me in a swift motion, like a cobra striking. His fist flashes out, catching me in the stomach, the air in my lungs expells violently, leaving me gasping to regain my breath. \n\nMy assailant wastes no time in shoving me down on my back on the cold, muddy path. With a ferral grin, he pounces on me, one of his hands going around my throat while the other goes to the front of my pants, working to free me of my belt and pants. \n\n<<if ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 7>>Batting and clawing futilely at the arm holding my throat and thrashing wildly beneath him, the man barely acknowledges that I'm trying to break free of his grip.\n\nTugging at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly uncaring of my own pleasure, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) lte 12>>Clawing and batting at the arm around my throat, my efforts are rewarded with a backhand to my face that leaves me seeing stars. \n\nWith his grip firmer than before, I have small satisfaction at the sight of blood trickling down his arm where my fingernails have gouged deep scratches in the flesh of his arm.\n\nTugging once more at my pants, I feel the fabric pull down past my hips, then past my knees before tangling around my ankles. A second later, he tries to pry my knees apart, the cool air on my exposed pussy having an instant sobering effect on me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Manhandling me, his grip on me just the wrong side of pain. In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.\n\nClearly enjoying my discomfort, the man fucks me with hard, rapid strokes. The roughness of of the act, combined with my not being ready for the intrusion, makes it feel like I'm being fucked with sandpaper. In spite of my best efforts, I can hear my own cries of discomfort carrying on the cool air.\n\nThankfully, the man does not last long. Within a couple of minutes, I feel him thrust deep within me one last time, his body tensing as I feel an unfamiliar warmth filling my pussy.\n\nAlmost as soon as he's finished, he pulls out of me, his withering cock on full display as he pulls his pants up.\n\nWith a smirk in my direction, the man strolls off as if nothing untoward had happened.\n\nIn his wake, I scramble to get my clothing back in place.\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>><<endif>><<elseif ($PlayerStrength + $PlayerBrawling) gte 13>>Struggling beneath him, I dig my fingernails deep into the flesh of the man's wrist, probing for the nerve I know is there.\n\nThe man lets out an angry hiss as his grip loosens. Taking advantage of his distraction, I drive my knee up between his legs with enough force to knock him off of me. \n<</if>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Wish a firm push, the man sends me sprawling across the muddy path in the poor part of town.\n\nI barely manage to get to my hands and knees as I try to stand back up when his boot catches me in the ribs. I gasp for breath, the sound a rasping groan as I curl in on myself, my arms protectively over my middle.\n\nA moment later, the man is on me, his hands pulling at my pants. I curl into a tighter ball, trying to make it more difficult to remove my pants, but the errort proves futile. The man half picks me up with the next pull, I think I hear something start to tear, then my pants pull free suddenly, reaching my knees before they catch again.\n\nThe man places a dirty boot on my ass as he pulls one more time, my pants passing my knees to tangle around my ankles.\n\nThe man's caloused hands grip my hips, pulling me to my hands and knees.\n\n//Crack!// His hand strikes my ass with a sound that seems to carry into the distance. A soft chuckle escapes his lips, one of his hands sliding between my legs to brush my moist slit.\n\n"All ready then," The man growls, obviously pleased at my wetness. \n\nThen I feel the man moving behind me, spreading my legs as much as the tangled pants around my ankles will allow as he moves into position behind me.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>In spite of my struggles, its only a moment before I feel the searing hot flesh of a male penis brush between my legs. \n\nWith practiced ease, he lines himself up and thrusts. \n\nUnprepared for the rough intrusion, I cry out at the painful entry, the sound catching in my throat when I feel a sharp stab of pain when he breaks my hymen, //Did he just?// I barely have time to think as he pulls back, shoving forward a second time as he hilts himself inside of my virgin pussy.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>The man's grip is firm and my struggles are largely ineffective. I shriek, partly in fear and partly in rage as I feel his cock probe at my opening. \n\nWith a pleased growl, he thrusts forward, shoving his considerable length into me in a single savage thrust. Not bothering to give me enough time to recover from the violent intrusion, he pulls back and slams his cock into my pussy a second time.<<endif>>\n\nA few more thrusts and my body begins to respond on its own. I try desperately to ignore the pleasure, but it only takes a little while before I can feel my body building towards a powerful orgasm.\n\nThe man's cock inside of me glides in and out like a well oiled piston, sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel his pace becoming erratic, his thrusts becoming more insistant as he begins to near his peak.\n\nMy entire body tenses and trembles as my orgasm crashes over me like a massive wave. Behind me, the man holds onto my hips, hilting his throbbing cock deep inside of me.\n\nWith my pussy quivering around the cock probing my womb, I feel the man's penis pulse and jerk inside of me, filling me with a warmth that seems to seep into my soul.\n\nUncerimoniously, the man pulls out, I can feel his cum dribbling down the inside of my thigh.\n\nThe man pulls his pants up, already walking away without so much as a glance back at me.<<set $Taint += 4>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>><<endif>><<set $CharHP = 1>>\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<endif>><<set $Mutation +=1>><<endif>>\n

<<if $GooCounter is 0>>A happy looking serving girl with a bosom threatening to spill from her low cut top meets my eyes for only a second as she weaves between the tables of the Barmaid's Daughter on her way to a table in the middle of the room. \n\nSomehow, even through her frequent pivots and giggles she manages to make it to the table without spilling any of the drinks she's holding in her hands.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I notice a girl standing near one of the tables. From where I'm standing, she looks to be one of the serving girls, likely at the table to take an order.\n\nHowever I can also see that she is holding the front of her skirts up above her waist, the hand of the man closest to her seems to be somewhere in front of her. From my vantage point behind the woman, it doesn't take much imagination to realize that the man's hand is on or near her cunt, even before I notice how she leans into the man, her body occasionally shuddering with pleasure.\n\nAfter a particularly powerful shudder, the woman steps back half a step suddenly, letting her skirts fall back down around her ankles. The man grins, raising his wetly glistening fingers to his lips where he licks the woman's juices from his finger tips.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<else>>Two androgynous looking people, my best guess is that they are female from the swelling of their chests, sit together near one wall. \n\nTheir body language suggests to me that they are uneasy and self conscious. While they seem to be trying to enjoy their drinks, I catch both of them casting nervous glances toward the men near them.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 50>>My gaze lingers on the pair with a growing sense that there's more to what I am seeing than I understand. Unfortunately, being unsure about what I am seeing, I don't know how to broach the subject.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>I can feel something twist deep in my gut, //Is that what I'm becoming?// The thought drifts through my mind like a dark phantom, plaguing my thoughts no matter how hard I try to ignore it.\n\n<<else>>A small thrill goes through me, knowing that the same men who are watching those two ladies are also looking at me with the same hungry look in their eyes. \n\nFeeling flush with arousal, I hasten my pace as I try to focus my attention, if only temporarily, on other things.\n\n<</if>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

<<if $GooCounter is 0>>The people gathered in the Barmaid's Daughter create a steady babble of noise. Several conversations all try to talk over one another, punctuated by the clink of glasses, the grind of chairs sliding in or out of places, and everything else that is going on within the establishment. \n\nLooking around, I noticed that there are more women in the tavern than I would usually expect from this sort of place, and many of the individuals who are not immediately identifiable as female have an androgynous look to them that makes it difficult to tell if they are man or woman.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>The stench of smoke is thick in the air, enough so that I can feel it in my lungs in my first big breath of air in the Barmaid's Daughter. \n\nMy eyes drift over the interior and quickly find the source, four men smoking a mix of pipes and cigars at a table not half a dozen paces from where I stand.\n\nI'm nearly ready to dismiss them when I notice there is a woman under the table, kneeling between the legs of one man. \n\nI stop where I'm standing, watching the woman's head bob up and down in the man's lap a few times, then turn around to move to the next man at the table, resuming with him where she left off with the last.\n\n//I've heard of some pretty seedy places, hell I've //been// to some pretty seedy places, but I've never seen a place where things like that happen so casually before coming to Wanton Cove.//\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<else>>My eyes drift over the interior of the tavern, taking in the hand full of people within. \n\nEventually my gaze settles on a middle aged man with a woman a few years younger than himself sitting in his lap. For a split second I think the scene looks like any of a hundred ladies I've seen sitting in a man's lap in some bar, but then I have a sudden revelation as to why the pair drew my attention.\n\nThe man is holding the woman's hips as she rocks her hips gently. He has a hint of sweat on his brow and the woman has a flushed look to match. Most telling of what is happening though is the way her skirt is hiked up around her hips, tantalizing glimpses of her naked thigh can be seen whenever she rocks forward, causing her skirt to ride up just a little higher.\n\nWhen the man stiffens, he grasps her hips firmly and holds her in his lap. I can see her bite her lip, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she lets the man fill her cunt with his seed.\n\nAfter a moment longer, he loosens his grip on her hips and allows her to slip from his lap. Her skirt falls back down around her ankles as she steps away from him, but I can see his cock glistening with a mixture of their fluids before he's able to stuff it back within the confines of his pants.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

<<set $random to random(0,3)>><<if $Day gte 5>><<if $Madness gte 3>><<if $random gte 2>>Across the tavern, I can see someone sitting in the corner. Their heavy coat is pulled tightly around himself and the collar is turned up to conceal his neck and lower face. On his head is a broad rimmed hat. \n\n//Shadows, he's shrouded in them,// The thought unsettles me, //Is //she// trying to hide him from me?//\n\nMy first impulse is to confront the man, and I set out to do exactly that. I start to pick my way across the tavern towards him.\n\nHe half smiles at me, lifts his class in salute, then downs the remainder of its content.\n\n"//He's with her, he's got to be,//" I'm not even aware that I'm mumbling my thoughts out loud until several of the people around me give concerned looks in my direction.\n\nI've crossed just over half the distance to the man when he sits his glass down, tilts his hat towards me, then stands. His grin spreads as he takes a step back into the darker shadows where I loose sight of him.\n\nWhen I arrive at the corner, I look about frantically, but only see the wall that would have been behind the man. I spend several minutes searching the wall, looking for any sign of a trap door or other method the man may have used to escape. Seeing none, I shiver violently, my knees going weak. I barely manage to catch myself on the table.\n\nLooking at the table, I can see the glass still sitting where the man had put it down. //What the hell is happening here, happening to me?//\n\n<<else>>My attention is drawn towards the ceiling where I can see shadows moving along the timbers overhead. I stumble and fall as I try to make my retreat, a shriek tearing itself from my throat as I see watch in horrified fascination while the shadows seem to droop in my direction. \n\nA small part of my mind realizes that the people in the Barmaid's Daughter have all fallen silent, watching me as if //I// was the peculiarity worth noticing.\n\nI start to point towards the ceiling, to explain myself, but in the time it takes me to blink, there is nothing there. \n\nUncertain, I get back to my feet, and in the coming minute, most of the people in the tavern return to their conversations.\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Madness is 2>><<if $random gte 2>>Across the tavern, I can see someone sitting in the corner. Their heavy coat is pulled tightly around himself and the collar is turned up to conceal his neck and lower face. On his head is a broad rimmed hat. \n\n//Shadows, he's shrouded in them,// The thought unsettles me, //Is //she// trying to hide him from me?//\n\nMy first impulse is to confront the man, and I set out to do exactly that. I start to pick my way across the tavern towards him.\n\nHe half smiles at me, lifts his class in salute, then downs the remainder of its content.\n\n"//He's with her, he's got to be,//" I'm not even aware that I'm mumbling my thoughts out loud until several of the people around me give concerned looks in my direction.\n\nI've crossed just over half the distance to the man when he sits his glass down, tilts his hat towards me, then stands. Without appearing to hurry, the man makes his way towards one of the exits, reaching it only a few paces before I do. When I step to the door, I look both ways, but see no sign of the man's passing\n\n<<else>>Movement along the celing draws my attention unexpectedly. But there is nothing there to see. \n\nI spend a number of seconds searching for any sign of those moving shadows, //Was it her?// but do not see anything more.\n\nWhen I finally look away, I can't quite shake the feeling that there is something I can't see, just outside my field of vision.\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Madness is 1>><<if $random gte 2>>I almost instantly notice a man looking at me from across the room.\n\n//He's could be one of her servants.// I think with a mixture of anger and revulsion.\n\nKeeping half an eye on him, I look away so that its not obvious that I've noticed him.\n\n<<else>>Over at the bar, I see Aaron handing a pair of drinks to a serving girl. As she begins to make her way across the tavern, he looks my direction.\n\nHis expression is blank, though his eyes meet my own for just a second. //That man does not like that I'm here. And I'm not entirely sure if he's just some asshole, or if he's part of all of this.//\n\nAs if in answer to my unspoken inquiry, the strange feminine whispers in the back of my mind become more prominent for several seconds before fading back to a barely heard murmer.\n\n<<endif>><<else>>Upon entering the tavern, I take in my surroundings.\n\nScattered about the room are several people, mostly sailors, enjoying their drinks.\n\n<<if $random is 3>>Moving about between them is a young looking serving girl. Her long blonde hair is pulled back into pigtails that only serve to make her look younger than her actual age.\n\nAs I watch, I see the girl sidestep a man's hand intended to pinch her bottom with practiced ease.\n\n<<elseif $random is 2>>A serving girl with raven black hair moves deftly between the tables, a pair of drinks in each hand as she moves to serve a small group of sailors.\n\n<<else>>A brunette woman with shoulder length brown hair is just leaving one of the sailor's tables. The men and women gathered there appear to have fresh drinks, and the serving girl is carrying several empty glasses back towards the bar.\n\n<<endif>><<endif>><<else>>Upon entering the tavern, I take in my surroundings.\n\nScattered about the room are several people, mostly sailors, enjoying their drinks.\n\n<<if $random is 3>>Moving about between them is a young looking serving girl. Her long blonde hair is pulled back into pigtails that only serve to make her look younger than her actual age.\n\nAs I watch, I see the girl sidestep a man's hand intended to pinch her bottom with practiced ease.\n\n<<elseif $random is 2>>A serving girl with raven black hair moves deftly between the tables, a pair of drinks in each hand as she moves to serve a small group of sailors.\n\n<<else>>A brunette woman with shoulder length brown hair is just leaving one of the sailor's tables. The men and women gathered there appear to have fresh drinks, and the serving girl is carrying several empty glasses back towards the bar.\n\n<<endif>><<endif>>[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

The roar of excited conversation attracts my attention towards a pair of tables occupied by men that appear to be sailors. Standing nearby is one of the serving girls that work the tavern. \n\nI can see her blush lightly, then quickly pull down her top to expose her pert breasts to the men. A rowdy cheer goes up among them, but quickly turns to dissappointment as she tucks first one, then the other breast back into her blouse.<<if $Taint gte 64>><<if $Depravity lte 3>>\n\n//With my chest, I wonder what kind of response I would receive if I did such a vulgar thing.// I can feel my cheeks redden as I try to push the thought aside.<<elseif $Depravity lte 6>>\n\nA thrill goes through me as I watch, //Could I do something like that?// I wonder before quickly pushing the thought away, trying to ignore the growing arousal.<<else>>\n\nThe arousal I feel is nearly overwhelming. Part of me is excited by the sight, part of me is jealous of the attention she is receiving.\n\nI bite my lip, fighting back the urge to expose my own breasts in the same way.<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n

"The shoulder appears to be dislocated, do you know of anyone around Wanton Cove who is capable of doing something like that?" I ask.\n\nAaron looks at the body, his eyes lingering for a few seconds, "Plenty of people around here have the strength, but the worst we ever see around here is an occasional brawl in the Barmaid's Daughter," He pauses, "You sure it couldn't have happened when the body washed up on shore? Those waves can have a lot of force when they throw something at these rocks."\n\nI nod, seeing the logic of what he's saying.\n\n[[You have any idea who she was?]]\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?]]<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?]]<</if>><<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?]]<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?]]<</if>><<if $B1Water is "Played">>\n[[Any idea how long she might have been in the water?]]<</if>>\nor\n[[I'm done talking to Aaron.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

<<set $random to random(1,2)>><<if $Taint gte 95>><<if $random is 2>>Taking in the interior of the Barmaid's Daughter, I can't help but notice the way those gathered within are looking at me. The ladies look at me with jealousy, or in rare cases, lust. Meanwhile, the men all have hungry, lustful looks on their faces as they seem to undress me with their eyes.\n\nPart of me feels a thrill of arousal from the attention, though an ever dwindling part of me experiences an edge of panic.\n\n<<else>>I'm just starting to cross the Barmaid's Daughter when a man stands up from a nearby table.\n\nHe nearly bumps into me, and I'd swear he did it on purpose.\n\n"Sorry there //miss,//" I can smell the alcohol on his breath. My nipples harden when his chest brushes against my new breasts.\n\nFor a second, I freeze in place, like a scared animal. When I finally step back from the man, my knees feel weak and my legs feel rubbery. The worst part is, I'm not sure if the large man's physical presence intimidated, or aroused me more.\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Taint gte 65>><<if $random is 2>>I feel a bit self conscious as I notice a couple of the men at the bar glance my way. The way their eyes linger on my budding chest makes me intimately aware of my changes. \n\nThere is a twinge of arousal in reaction to their lustful gazes that I force myself to ignore.\n\n<<else>>As I cross the Barmaid's Daughter, I'm shocked to feel a hand slap my bottom. Spinning on my heel, I see a man sitting with several others, grinning at me. \n\n"What the hell is wrong with you?" I shout in outrage.\n\n"Shit!" The man looks as me in surprise, "Thought you were a woman."\n\nThe man's friends chuckle, while the man looks authentically embarrassed.\n\nAll I can do is look at him in disbelief. Within seconds, the man returns to conversation with his companions, completely ignoring me.\n\n<<endif>><<else>><<if $random is 2>>Making my way through the Barmaid's Daughter, I see a pair of ladies sitting together at one of the tables near the center of the room.\n\nWhen they notice me, I can't help but notice the way they look at me with hungry, lust filled eyes.\n\n<<else>>I take a half step to the side to let a serving girl pass. My eyes widen in shock as I feel a hand grope my crotch.\n\nLooking at the girl in disbelief, she shows no indication that she had done the deed, though there was no one else who could have possibly done so.\n\n<<endif>><<endif>>[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

A startled //eep!// comes from across the Barmaid's Daughter from where I am standing. When I look towards the source, there is a serving girl, rubbing her bottom, but with an unmistakable smile on her face. \n\nShe tries to cast a dirty look at the person who punched her backside, but it comes off as more playful.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

"Ohhhhhh shit," A man sitting at a nearby table groans. His breath is ragged and I can see him tense in his seat. \n\nI look at him, unsure of what exactly is happening until I notice a young woman kneeling under his table, her head in his lap.\n\nMy eyebrows rise in surprise and after letting my gaze linger for another second, I look away.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

A cheer goes up from somewhere else in the tavern. By the time I find the source, I can see several sailors grinning as a serving girl pulls her top back in place to cover her exposed bosom. The grin on her face suggests that whatever happened, she was a willing participant.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

<<if $Taint lte 54>>A soft whining sound escapes the Deep One's wide lips as she looms above me.\n\nThe thing reaches for me, its wet claws glistening in the dim daylight. I tense, preparing to attempt a desperate escape, but the way the creature tenses up causes me to stop. //If I try to run, it's just going to hurt me worse than it already has.// \n\nEven as the thought crosses my mind, I'm not sure that I'm making the correct decision or not.\n\nThe Deep One reaches for me a second time. It's too large eyes are focused on me with an unsettling intensity. I feel like it's trying to express something through that look, but whatever it is, I'm either too scared to understand, or the creature is simply too alien to express itself in a way I understand.\n\nIt's claws hook my pants, cutting my flesh as it tries to grip them and pull them off. The cuts are incidental, but they still hurt. \n\nAnother sound comes from the female Deep One, this time it almost sounds curios, but there is no change in it's behavior, so I am unsure what it could mean.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 7>>I am terrified when the thing reaches for my cock, afraid that more than a casual touch will either shred it or rip it free of my loins. But instead of harming me, it just brushes my cock gently.\n\nWhen I was a teenager, a stiff breeze could give me an erection. More recently in my life, I have to work for it just a little harder but not much. Even so, being terrified while a hideous inhuman creature fondles my cock is //not// one of the ways I ever expected to get an erection. \n\nApparently pleased at the sight of my cock hardening at it's touch, it's thin greenish lips curl into a semblance of a smile.\n\nBetween it's own legs, it reaches it's free hand down and touches itself. I can see a slit in it's skin. When her clawed finger slips inside, it spreads the sides enough for me to notice that the flesh inside appears pink.\n\n//It's going to fuck me?// I think with anxious fascination as it moves closer again. This time it crouches over me, poising my cock upward with exaggerated care //Or maybe not so exaggerated given how dangerous those claws are,// then lowers itself into me.\n\nThe Deep One's vagina is slick and wet, but what is unusual is how cold she is inside combined with the slightly rubbery feel that engulfs my cock.\n\nHer head swivels slightly, looking at me with one, then the other eye over and over again as it rides my cock. I don't know if it's watching my expression for kicks or it has some other intention, but either way I imagine the mix of fear and arousal in my features has to be memorable.\n\nIt takes a while, but I eventually feel the need to cum rising up within me. I can feel my cock swell, my balls pulling tight against my body as they prepare to release their cargo. \n\nThe Deep One must sense how close I am as well because it chooses that moment to ride me harder, it's pace more than doubling as it tries to make me cum. \n\nIt doesn't have to wait long. With a throaty growl, my hips jerk of their own accord as my seed fills her depths. \n\nWhen I finish, I feel her cunt clamp down on me with alarming strength. My eyes widen in fear that this //thing// is about to sever my most precious appendage.\n\nI need not have worried though, it slides slowly up my cock until I slip free of it's freshly used hole.\n\nWhen it stands, I can barely make out where it's pussy is. Only a hint of my cum indicating where it's entrance is.\n\nI draw in a shuddering breath, trying to recover from the ordeal as I watch the Deep One. The Deep One however seems to have completely lost interest in me. \n\nIt's gaze sweeps over our immediate surroundings, then it pivots and bounds off in a kind of staggered run.\n\n<<set $Mutation +=1>><<else>>A mixture of fear and revulsion ensures that no matter how many times the creature touches me, I am simply incapable of gaining an erection.\n\nAfter a minute, the Deep one lets out an angry hiss punctuated by some kind of clicking sound deep in it's throat. The last thing I see is it's massive webbed hand descending on my face. It's powerful fingers wrap around my head and lift me off the ground. Then so fast I barely know what's happening even as it happens, he slams me into the ground, shrouding my world in darkness as I loose consciousness.\n\nI am uncertain how long after that I finally regain consciousness, but there is no sign of my assailant when I force my eyes to open once more.\n\n<</if>>A short while later, I regain my strength enough to climb back to my feet and get my soggy clothes back in order.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>A soft whining sound escapes the Deep One's wide lips as she looms above me.\n\nThe thing reaches for me, its wet claws glistening in the dim daylight. I tense, preparing to attempt a desperate escape, but the way the creature tenses up causes me to stop. //If I try to run, it's just going to hurt me worse than it already has.// \n\nEven as the thought crosses my mind, I'm not sure that I'm making the correct decision or not.\n\nThe Deep One reaches for me a second time. It's too large eyes are focused on me with an unsettling intensity. I feel like it's trying to express something through that look, but whatever it is, I'm either too scared to understand, or the creature is simply too alien to express itself in a way I understand.\n\nIt's claws hook my pants, cutting my flesh as it tries to grip them and pull them off. The cuts are incidental, but they still hurt. \n\nAnother sound comes from the female Deep One, this time it almost sounds curios, but there is no change in it's behavior, so I am unsure what it could mean.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 7>>I am terrified when the thing reaches for my cock, afraid that more than a casual touch will either shred it or rip it free of my loins. But instead of harming me, it just brushes my cock gently.\n\nWhen I was a teenager, a stiff breeze could give me an erection. More recently in my life, I have to work for it just a little harder but not much. Even this pathetic excuse for a cock now between my legs seems to be as easily aroused as I have ever been.\n\nGiven the kinds of things that have aroused me recently, I suppose that being terrified while a hideous inhuman creature fondles my cock shouldn't surprise me that it would bring my manhood, or rather what is left of it, to full mast. \n\nThe female Deep One makes a sound deep in it's chest at the sight of my cock. While I can not say for sure, if I had to guess what it meant, I'd say it was disappointed.\n\nBetween it's own legs, it reaches it's free hand down and touches itself. I can see a slit in it's skin. When her clawed finger slips inside, it spreads the sides enough for me to notice that the flesh inside appears pink.\n\nIt straddles me, but when it grinds it's pussy against me, I feel ashamed that I am no longer large enough to even enter it fully. Instead, it rocks it's hips, grinding itself against me rather than fucking me properly.\n\nHer head swivels slightly, looking at me with one, then the other eye over and over again as it rubs against me. I don't know if it's watching my expression for kicks of it has some other intention, but either way I imagine the mix of fear and arousal in my features has to be memorable.\n\nIt takes a while, but I eventually feel the need to cum rising up within me. I can feel my cock swell, my balls pulling tight against my body as they prepare to release their cargo. \n\nThe Deep One must sense how close I am as well because it chooses that moment to grind down against me harder. It seems eager for for me to cum.\n\nIt doesn't have to wait long. With a throaty growl, my hips jerk of their own accord as my seed spurts against it's vagina. \n\nWhen it stands, I can barely make out where it's pussy is. Only my cum smeared across where our bodies were just connected indicating where it's entrance is.\n\nI draw in a shuddering breath, trying to recover from the ordeal as I watch the Deep One. The Deep One however seems to have completely lost interest in me. \n\nIt's gaze sweeps over our immediate surroundings, then it pivots and bounds off in a kind of staggered run.\n\n<<set $Mutation +=1>><<else>>A mixture of fear and revulsion ensures that no matter how many times the creature touches me, I am simply incapable of gaining an erection.\n\nAfter a minute, the Deep one lets out an angry hiss punctuated by some kind of clicking sound deep in it's throat. The last thing I see is it's massive webbed hand descending on my face. It's powerful fingers wrap around my head and lift me off the ground. Then so fast I barely know what's happening even as it happens, he slams me into the ground, shrouding my world in darkness as I loose consciousness.\n\nI am uncertain how long after that I finally regain consciousness, but there is no sign of my assailant when I force my eyes to open once more.\n\n<</if>>A short while later, I regain my strength enough to climb back to my feet and get my soggy clothes back in order.\n\n<<else>>The female Deep One looms over me, it's weight shifting from side to side.\n\nIt's too large eyes seem to travel up and down my body several times before it makes a throaty sound. \n\nAfter a minute, the Deep one lets out an angry hiss punctuated by some kind of clicking sound deep in it's throat. The last thing I see is it's massive webbed hand descending on my face. It's powerful fingers wrap around my head and lift me off the ground. Then so fast I barely know what's happening even as it happens, he slams me into the ground, shrouding my world in darkness as I loose consciousness.\n\nI am uncertain how long after that I finally regain consciousness, but there is no sign of my assailant when I force my eyes to open once more.\n\n<</if>><<set $DeepCombat to "false">>[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

I can hear the rain coming down again, harder than usual this time. From the roof, I can hear the roar of large drops of rain pummeling the roof of the building.\n\nGlancing out a shop's window, I can see the rain, falling so hard that I can barely see through it.\n\nI can't help but be a little [[thankful to not be outside right now.|General Store]]

With no warning, the sky opens up a torrent of water, a virtual deluge of water that falls from the sky with pummeling force. \n\nI try to flip up the collar of my jacket to ward off the worst of it, but its of no use. Within seconds, I'm soaked to the bone, the cold rain leaving me feeling clammy.\n\nI shiver, pulling my almost useless jacket tighter around myself.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

"I'm going to guess that <<print $Money>> bucks isn't going to get me very far with you?" I ask. I'm pretty sure I already know the answer.\n\nShe gives you a sad little smile, "Sorry hun. Maybe another time?" <<if $Mutation gte 4>>I can tell from her tone that her heart just isn't in it when she says the words. \n\n//Have I really become to grotesque to look at?//<<else>>\n\n"Can't blame a guy for trying," I say lightly.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue talking with Tanya.|Tanya]]\nor\n[[Step away from Tanya.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

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<<set $random to random(1, 4)>><<if $random is 4>>Starting to walk towards the drunk, I see him turn his glassy gaze towards me. Not quite focusing on me, he raises his glass, completely missing his mouth as he spills the drink down the front of himself.\n\nI’ve nearly reached him when he starts to lean heavily to one side. I’m not fast enough to catch him before he topples to the floor in a heap.\n\nSeveral of the locals chuckle at the scene. Meanwhile, a loud snore starts from behind the table where he fell.\n\n//I won’t be getting anything useful out of him.// I think sourly before returning my attention to the rest of [[the establishment.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n\n<<elseif $random is 3>>Nearing the table, the drunk looks at me suddenly, “eeh! Unner uh able en ssssuuuk I ook,” He takes a long sip from his cup.\n\n//Did he just?// I’m shocked as I finally start to piece together what he just said through his slur.\n\nAfter a second, his eyes drift off of me as if he can no longer see me, his attention turning towards the riotous laughter coming from the card game at the next table. \n\nWhen he makes the same suggestion to one of the men at the table, one of them looks at the drunk with disgust, then turns to ignore him.\n\n//Even if I could start a conversation, it’s unlikely be able to gain anything useful from him in this state.//\n\n[[Maybe another time.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n\n<<elseif $random is 2>>When I near his table, I can see that the man’s eyes are rolled back in his head, only a sliver of the whites showing. A soft, nasal snore emits from his open mouth.\n\n//He’s no use to anyone like that.// I think.\n\nShrugging to myself, I turn my attention to [[the rest of the bar.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n\n<<else>>It comes as little surprise to see the drunk swaying in his chair, barely able to stay seated properly. I can see a goofy grin on his face as he struggles to focus on anything in his field of vision. \n\nWhen I reach his table, I clear my throat, “Can we talk for a moment?”\n\nHis head tilts, like he’s trying to hear something, but shows no further indication that he’s noticed me.\n\n“Sir?” I try again.\n\nThe man turns towards me suddenly, and I barely have time to realize his intent. Stepping quickly out of the way, the man empties the contents of his stomach onto the floor where I had been standing just a split second before. \n\n//Disgusting.//\n\nHe then raises one arm to wipe the bile from his chin with his sleeve, then raises the hand holding his drink to his lips for another drink.\n\n//I won’t be learning anything useful from him right now.// I grimace.\n\nI turn my attention back to the rest of [[The Barmaids Daughter]]\n\n<<endif>>\n

Turning my eyes to the place I first saw //her// along the waterfront, I start to make my way that direction on unsteady legs.\n\nAfter a couple of minutes, I reach the rock outcropping. My attention goes to the water, searching for any sign of the woman I saw being raped just a few short minutes earlier. Unfortunately, there is no sign of her among the large waves breaking against the shore.\n\nSighing heavily, and feeling hopeless about the situation, I decide I had better investigate the scene properly anyway. \n\nIt only takes a few moments to realize that the rock the deed took place upon is not what I first thought. Its smooth, too smooth, along one side, with a sharp ninety degree angle leading to another perfectly smooth side. Only the broken edge I had first laid eyes on appears to be natural. \n\nReaching out, I let my fingers brush across the old stone, tracing around clusters of barnacles as I look at the stone. I begin to become aware of engravings along the stone, much like other similar engravings I have seen previously around the island.\n\n//They have to mean something,// I think to myself, //But what?//\n\nLacking anything else I can do, I turn back toward the town, looking at Phil's shack nearby. I start to walk in that general direction.\n\n[[Continue.|Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]

"And why do you say that, friend?" I ask pleasantly.\n\n<<if ($PlayerStreetwise + $PlayerCharisma) gte 10>>"Just leave," His eyes meet mine, "While you still can." He says ominously.\n\nNot bothering to wait until I reply, Cobb pushes off the wall and starts to walk away without another word.\n\n<<else>>Cobb shakes his head, almost sadly before pushing off of the wall behind him and starting to walk away.\n\n<<endif>>I start to open my mouth to call after him, but decide against it. //Plenty of time to find him and continue the conversation later. Besides, maybe someone else will be more forthcoming.//\n\n<<if $SailorGoo1 is "Played">>\nI stand where I was until Cobb is out of sight. Once I'm convinced that he's gone, I kneel down for a better look at whatever he felt the need to hide from me.\n\nOn the ground is a small puddle of some kind of White Goo, Cobb's boot-print still partially visible in it. As I look, I can see that the White Goo is putting off a faint glow.\n\nInspecting further, it's easy to see that the White Goo appears thick, but fluid.\n\nSighing, I look in the direction that Cobb went one last time, then turn my attention towards the main street through town.<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><<endif>>\n\n[[Head into the center of town.]]

<<if $DeepCombat is "true">>Chest heaving, my breath comes in ragged gasps as I look down on the disgusting thing laying dead at my feet.\n\nCautiously, I nudge it once with my foot, but elict no response from the thing. Emboldened, I give it a little kick, resulting in the same response.\n\nAfter a couple of seconds, I give it a push with my foot again, this time moving it onto its back so I can get a better look at it. \n\nThe crest along the back of its head causes its entire head to list to one side. a trickle of blackish blood leaking from the corner of its mouth where it siwrls in the muddy puddle beneath its face. Like its back, its arms, legs, and sides are covered in thick scaly skin. Not quite true scales, and not quite leather. Along its belly, the coloration lightens slightly and the scales seem smaller, though after more than one encounters with the creatures, I figure its safe to say that they offer no less protection for it.\n\nFinally, my eyes move lower, between its legs where I can see the tip of its pink cock peeking out of a slit that seems to bulge slightly, like something large is contained within. I put pressure beside the area using the heel of my boot, causing more of its cock to inch free of its confines, along with the start of what might be its ball sack. When I remove my foot, the creatures member slips back into the slit, nearly concealing it entirely now.\n\nI take a few moments to consider what I have seen before stepping away from the body.\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<else>>My eyes dart around my surroundings, searching the nearby trees and bushes for any further sign of threat.\n\nSatisfied that there is no further immediate threat, I take a deep breath to calm myself.\n\n<<if $random is 1>><<else>><<if $EnemyFlee is "true">> <<else>><<if $weaponChance lte 5>>\nTaking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found <<print $AmmoLoot>> rounds of ammunition.<<set $Ammo = $Ammo + $AmmoLoot>>\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>>\n<<else>>Taking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>><<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[Continue.|Trail]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>><<endif>>\n\n\n

I glance around to see where Vick is, and seeing no immediate threat, I pull off my long jacket and throw it across Azumi's body to give her some modesty. //Besides, if I can get her out of these chains, I can wrap her in it.//\n\nShe looks at me finally, not saying a word. But in her eyes I can see her trust, her hope that I'll be able to save her from this. In that moment, I know that I would do anything for her.\n\nReaching for one of the chains holding her wrists, I tug at it once before deciding I'm never going to be able to break the old iron shackles.\n\nBut then I see the key, resting on the altar almost perfectly between her wrists. I quickly grab it and begin to unlock the shackles, revealing raw red wrists smeared in blood from her struggles, //She fought hard when they chained her up.// \n\nWhen the last lock has been released, I look around again, but still see now sign of anyone or anything, though the chanting continues softly all around me.\n\n"Sorry, this might hurt a bit," I say to Azumi before I pull the long jacket off of her again.\n\nLaying the jacket beside her, I carefully pick her up. A task I find difficult with my feminine frame. Laying her on the jacket, I wrap her in it, then pick her up.\n\n"Don't you think you're a clever one," Vick's voice comes from somewhere nearby, though I can not tell from where, "Taking her now won't save her. What's begun must be finished, and there is nothing you can do to stop it."\n\nTrying to ignore him, I glance down at Azumi, cradled in my arms, //How can she feel so light all of a sudden?//\n\nTurning my eyes to the fog around me, I search for any possible escape.\n\n[[Continue.|HighTaintEndAzumiFinal]]

//I’m inexplicably drawn back to the edge of the stair leading down. As the room begins to enter my view again, I see the person before. They seem to no longer pay me any heed as I watch them, two women near them. One of the women has her face at the person’s crotch, the movements of her head leaves little doubt that she is pleasing him orally. The other woman is being fingered by the person, moaning and groping her own breasts as she enjoys the attention directed at her.\n\nLeaning forward, more of the room comes within my view. Scattered about the room are maybe ten men at most, with about as many who are like the person I first saw. At least twice as many females are scattered around the room, moaning lewdly as they seek the attention of any of the men in the room.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>My own cock throbs with need, and seeing all of the naked women in the Barmaid’s Daughter, I feel almost compelled to join them, to satisfy my baser needs.\n\nForcing myself to move back, I feel something press against my back. Turning, I reach for the .38 Special I left in my room, then silently cursed myself. \n\nWhen I look at what is behind me, I see nothing. Not the light from the window I know is at the end of the hall, not the door to my room, and not the hallway itself. Goosebumps break out across my flesh as I stare wide eyed at the looming blackness that fills the space mere inches from me like an endless void. \n\nMomentarily forgetting where I am, I take a step backwards, missing the first step on the stairwell leading down and half falling down the stairs into the midst of the orgy.\n\nSeveral of the people closest to where I land look towards me, but my fall appears to be largely unnoticed by most of those present. \n\nWhen no one makes an immediately hostile movement, I pause to appraise my injuries, discovering aches and pains in several new places, but nothing that will result in worse than a bruise in the morning. After assessing my injuries, I look up at the stairs, trying to see that looming darkness, or perhaps dreading that I’ll see it, but seeing only the stairs and a bit of the hallway above them.\n\n//Was it just in my mind? //I have just enough time to question myself before my attention is brought jarringly back to my current situation.\n\nA touch at my side. I turn my head to look, instinctively swatting the hand away. A middle-aged brunette is kneeling beside me, her hands reaching out towards my shirt. There is a hungry look in her eyes that makes me aware of my own state of arousal.\n\nI open my mouth, prepared to apologize for slapping her hand like that, but my attention is again distracted by a hand on my body. This time, a hand reaching between my legs from behind, lightly cupping my crotch. \n\nSputtering, but unable to formulate words to express my surprise, I stand there for several seconds, trying to look over my shoulder at whoever is behind me. I catch sight of long blonde hair, but am unable to see any more without disentangling myself from the two females.\n\nI see a third woman, also a brunette, but this one dark enough to look almost black at a glance moving towards me. She bites her lip as she looks me up and down, I can see a smear of cum between her legs and her belly is swollen with slightly with the clear sign of pregnancy. \n\nBy the time the third woman reaches me, the blonde has loosened my belt and has pulled my pants past my knees. The dark haired woman slides her hands under my shirt, drawing them upwards. The buttons of my shirt pop open one after another. I lift my arms and she has little trouble slipping my shirt off where its discarded on the floor. \n\nI feel the woman’s lips touch my own, her kiss is hungry and her tongue tastes faintly of salt. Eagerly, I meet her kiss, my own arousal refusing to be denied any longer. \n\nThe woman breaks the kiss suddenly, then shoves me in the chest hard enough to unbalance me. I land on my ass on the old wooden floor. \n\nLike sharks, the blonde and brunette descend on my cock, their lips vying for position along my shaft. The pregnant woman proceeds to push me onto my back, then straddles my face. I have just enough time to see her near perfect cum filled pussy before she presses it against my mouth.\n\nOne of the girls working on my cock, I don’t know, and don’t really care which, finally wins out against her rival and I feel a pair of lips engulf the head of my aching member. I moan softly into the pussy grinding against my lips, the pregnant woman mewling appreciatively.\n\nThe expert skill of the woman sucking my cock rapidly drives me towards an orgasm, but right before I can cum, her mouth leaves with an audible //pop! //\n\nMoaning again, I can taste the pregnant woman’s previous partner’s cum on my tongue. I want to protest the absence of the lips on my penis, but a second later I feel a hand on my shaft before the crown of my cock is rubbed across something warm and wet. Feeling myself catch at the woman’s opening, whoever is holding my cock lowers herself until I feel my shaft slide into her remarkably wet pussy.\n\nShe grinds against me, in almost perfect time with the woman straddling my face. I thrust my tongue forward, trying to penetrate the pregnant woman’s cunt with the same enthusiasm the woman riding my cock is moving against me. \n\nThe surreal eroticism of the situation pushes me over the edge in almost record time, and as I begin to cum, the woman bouncing up and down in my lap stops moving suddenly, pressing down hard against me as I feel her cunt quivering around me as it tries to take in all of my seed.\n\nA few seconds later, the pregnant woman begins to tremble, her pussy flooding with juices that pour out across my face. I lap at her folds eagerly, her body jerking with pleasure every time my tongue touches her clit. Eventually she leans back slightly. Gasping for breath as I find myself able to easily breathe for the first time in minutes. \n\n//Holy shit, //Is the most intelligent thought able to cross my mind in my post orgasmic bliss. I’ve little time to revel I it though. The woman who just fucked me slips off of my lap and is quickly replaced by a set of lips. My half hard cock responds by firming back up rapidly. As soon as it does so, I feel another pussy, tighter but slightly less wet, take the place of the previous cunt that rode my cock.\n\nThe second roman to fuck me rides me with much more enthusiasm than the first, while the first ground against me to savor the feel of every detail of my cock, the second rides me almost violently, like she’s trying to drive my cock directly into her womb. Her efforts pay off quickly as I feel the rising pressure in my loins as I near my second orgasm with the three females. When I begin to cum, this woman only seems to ride me harder. My cum begins to fill her with thick spurts, every twitch is somehow timed so that I’m as deep inside of her as possible as she takes my seed. \n\nI’ve only begin to catch my breath when the pregnant woman finally slides off of my face fully. Around me is the blonde before, plus two newcomers. The looks in their eyes is a clear indication of their intent.\n\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>> My own diminished cock throbs with need, and seeing all of the naked women in the Barmaid’s Daughter, I feel almost compelled to join them, to satisfy my baser needs.\n\nForcing myself to move back, I feel something press against my back. Turning, I reach for the .38 Special I left in my room, then silently cursed myself. \n\nWhen I look at what is behind me, I see nothing. Not the light from the window I know is at the end of the hall, not the door to my room, and not the hallway itself. Goosebumps break out across my flesh as I stare wide eyed at the looming blackness that fills the space mere inches from me like an endless void. \n\nMomentarily forgetting where I am, I take a step backwards, missing the first step on the stairwell leading down and half falling down the stairs into the midst of the orgy.\n\nSeveral of the people closest to where I land look towards me, but my fall appears to be largely unnoticed by most of those present. \n\nWhen no one makes an immediately hostile movement, I pause to appraise my injuries, discovering aches and pains in several new places, but nothing that will result in worse than a bruise in the morning. After assessing my injuries, I look up at the stairs, trying to see that looming darkness, or perhaps dreading that I’ll see it, but seeing only the stairs and a bit of the hallway above them.\n\n//Was it just in my mind? //I have just enough time to question myself before my attention is brought jarringly back to my current situation.\n\nA touch at my side. I turn my head to look, instinctively swatting the hand away. A middle-aged brunette is kneeling beside me, her hands reaching out towards my shirt. There is a hungry look in her eyes that makes me aware of my own state of arousal.\n\nI open my mouth, prepared to apologize for slapping her hand like that, but my attention is again distracted by a hand on my body. This time, a hand reaching between my legs from behind, lightly cupping my crotch. \n\nSputtering, but unable to formulate words to express my surprise, I stand there for several seconds, trying to look over my shoulder at whoever is behind me. I catch sight of long blonde hair, but am unable to see any more without disentangling myself from the two females.\n\nI see a third woman, also a brunette, but this one dark enough to look almost black at a glance moving towards me. She bites her lip as she looks me up and down, I can see a smear of cum between her legs and her belly is swollen with slightly with the clear sign of pregnancy. \n\nBy the time the third woman reaches me, the blonde has loosened my belt and has pulled my pants past my knees. The dark haired woman slides her hands under my shirt, drawing them upwards. The buttons of my shirt pop open one after another. I lift my arms and she has little trouble slipping my shirt off where its discarded on the floor. \n\nI feel the woman’s lips touch my own, her kiss is hungry and her tongue tastes faintly of salt. Eagerly, I meet her kiss, my own arousal refusing to be denied any longer. \n\nThe woman breaks the kiss suddenly, then shoves me in the chest hard enough to unbalance me. I land on my ass on the old wooden floor. \n\nLike sharks, the blonde and brunette descend on my undersized cock, their lips vying for position along my shaft. The pregnant woman proceeds to push me onto my back, then straddles my face. I have just enough time to see her near perfect cum filled pussy before she presses it against my mouth.\n\nOne of the girls working on my little penis, I don’t know, and don’t really care which, finally wins out against her rival and I feel a pair of lips engulf the head of my aching member. I moan softly into the pussy grinding against my lips, the pregnant woman mewling appreciatively.\n\nThe expert skill of the woman sucking my cock rapidly drives me towards an orgasm, but right before I can cum, her mouth leaves with an audible //pop! //\n\nMoaning again, I can taste the pregnant woman’s previous partner’s cum on my tongue. I want to protest the absence of the lips on my penis, but a second later I feel a hand on my shaft before the crown of my cock is rubbed across something warm and wet. Feeling myself catch at the woman’s opening, whoever is holding my undersized cock lowers herself until I feel my shaft slide into her remarkably wet pussy.\n\nShe grinds against me, in almost perfect time with the woman straddling my face. Then as if sensing how small I am, seems to grind down harder. I thrust my tongue forward, trying to penetrate the pregnant woman’s cunt with the same enthusiasm the woman riding my cock is moving against me. \n\nThe surreal eroticism of the situation pushes me over the edge in almost record time, and as I begin to cum, the woman bouncing up and down in my lap stops moving suddenly, pressing down hard against me as I feel her cunt quivering around me as it tries to take in all of my seed.\n\nA few seconds later, the pregnant woman begins to tremble, her pussy flooding with juices that pour out across my face. I lap at her folds eagerly, her body jerking with pleasure every time my tongue touches her clit. Eventually she leans back slightly. Gasping for breath as I find myself able to easily breathe for the first time in minutes. \n\n//Holy shit, //Is the most intelligent thought able to cross my mind in my post orgasmic bliss. I’ve little time to revel I it though. The woman who just fucked me slips off of my lap and is quickly replaced by a set of lips. My half hard penis responds by firming back up rapidly. As soon as it does so, I feel another pussy, tighter but slightly less wet, take the place of the previous cunt that rode me.\n\nThe second woman to fuck me rides me with much more enthusiasm than the first, while the first ground against me to savor the feel of every detail of my cock, the second rides me almost violently, like she’s trying to drive my cock directly into her womb. Every thrust seems to come with more force, like she can’t quite get me as deep as she would like. Her efforts pay off quickly as I feel the rising pressure in my loins as I near my second orgasm with the three females. When I begin to cum, this woman only seems to ride me harder. My cum begins to fill her with thick spurts, every twitch is somehow timed so that I’m as deep inside of her as possible as she takes my seed. \n\nI’ve only begin to catch my breath when the pregnant woman finally slides off of my face fully. Around me is the blonde before, plus two newcomers. The looks in their eyes is a clear indication of their intent.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>> My tiny cock quivers between my legs at the sight of all the naked flesh on display. Some growing part of me feels a driving need to join them, to entangle myself in the wreathing flesh below.\n\nForcing myself to move back, I feel something press against my back. Turning, I reach for the .38 Special I left in my room, then silently cursed myself. \n\nWhen I look at what is behind me, I see nothing. Not the light from the window I know is at the end of the hall, not the door to my room, and not the hallway itself. Goosebumps break out across my flesh as I stare wide eyed at the looming blackness that fills the space mere inches from me like an endless void. \n\nMomentarily forgetting where I am, I take a step backwards, missing the first step on the stairwell leading down and half falling down the stairs into the midst of the orgy.\n\nSeveral of the people closest to where I land look towards me, but my fall appears to be largely unnoticed by most of those present. \n\nWhen no one makes an immediately hostile movement, I pause to appraise my injuries, discovering aches and pains in several new places, but nothing that will result in worse than a bruise in the morning. After assessing my injuries, I look up at the stairs, trying to see that looming darkness, or perhaps dreading that I’ll see it, but seeing only the stairs and a bit of the hallway above them.\n\n//Was it just in my mind? //I have just enough time to question myself before my attention is brought jarringly back to my current situation.\n\nA touch at my side. I turn my head to look, instinctively swatting the hand away. A middle-aged brunette is kneeling beside me, her hands reaching out towards my shirt. There is a hungry look in her eyes that makes me aware of my own state of arousal.\n\nI open my mouth, prepared to apologize for slapping her hand like that, but my attention is again distracted by a hand on my body. This time, a hand reaching between my legs from behind, lightly cupping my crotch. \n\nSputtering, but unable to formulate words to express my surprise, I stand there for several seconds, trying to look over my shoulder at whoever is behind me. I catch sight of long blonde hair, but am unable to see any more without disentangling myself from the two females.\n\nA third person, a man this time moves closer to me, his eyes drifting over my feminine body in a way that makes the lust rise up inside of me like the tide on a full moon. My eyes widen as I see the way his large cock, larger than mine ever was, leading the way.\n\nBy the time the man reaches me, the blonde has loosened my belt and has pulled my pants past my knees. The man slides his hands under my shirt, drawing them upwards. The buttons of my shirt pop open one after another. I resist the urge to raise my arms, to allow him to remove my shirt. Slightly more insistently, he pulls at my shirt. As soon as its off my shoulders, it comes off easily in his hands.\n\nHe leans forward, I feel his breath on my lips for a second before his lips touch my own. I try to pull away, but his lips only press harder against mine. In spite of my reluctance, my lips part when his tongue probes forward, entering my mouth.\n\nI feel dizzy when he breaks the kiss, disoriented. When he pushes me back, I fall onto my ass with a thump.\n\nBefore I can recover, the two girls, each take hold of one of my legs, spreading them as the man kneels. I want to protest that I’m still a man, even though my feminine body nearly makes that a lie, but the blonde kisses me before I can utter a word.\n\nThe kiss muffles my cry as I feel something brush against my ass. My struggles only seem to encourage the man though, and I feel the crown of his penis press insistently at my back door.\n\nI try to pull away, but then he pushes forward, the tip of his penis slipping past my ass hole and start pushing into me. The sensation is full, and uncomfortable as my pucker stretches to accommodate him.\n\nThe sound that escapes my lips is something between a whimper and a moan, the sound being muffled by the blonde’s tongue in my mouth. \n\nAll across my body, I feel hands, groping at my breasts, caressing my curves.\n\nWhen the man’s balls press firmly against my ass, he holds himself there for several seconds, then pulls back before sliding back in. Every thrust is with a little more force then the previous until the man’s balls are slapping rhythmically against my ass.\n\nA deep pressure begins to build within me, like an orgasm that starts in the pit of my stomach instead of in my balls.\n\nI find myself lost in the moment, my body trembling. My tiny cock jerks and twitches, droplets of cum splattering across my belly. A few seconds later, the man fucking my ass shoves forward. His cock throbs hard, my bowls filling with a sudden liquid warmth.\n\nPart of me feels like I’m going to be sick, but a bigger part craves for it to continue.\n\nThe woman kissing me finally moves away. I can see her turn towards a man who has joined us. The man is grotesque, clearly deformed. His face has clearly been twisted into something less than human, looking like a cross between a man, a fish, and some kind of squid. I want to gag at the sight alone. \n\nThe woman however barely seems to notice, parting her lips and taking his tapered cock between her lips.\n\nI’ve barely enough time to appreciate the sight before a second woman moves to straddle my face, her clearly cum filled hole descending towards my face.\n\n\n<<else>>My tiny cock quivers between my legs at the sight of all the naked flesh on display. Some growing part of me feels a driving need to join them, to entangle myself in the wreathing flesh below.\n\nForcing myself to move back, I feel something press against my back. Turning, I reach for the .38 Special I left in my room, then silently cursed myself. \n\nWhen I look at what is behind me, I see nothing. Not the light from the window I know is at the end of the hall, not the door to my room, and not the hallway itself. Goosebumps break out across my flesh as I stare wide eyed at the looming blackness that fills the space mere inches from me like an endless void. \n\nMomentarily forgetting where I am, I take a step backwards, missing the first step on the stairwell leading down and half falling down the stairs into the midst of the orgy.\n\nSeveral of the people closest to where I land look towards me, but my fall appears to be largely unnoticed by most of those present. \n\nWhen no one makes an immediately hostile movement, I pause to appraise my injuries, discovering aches and pains in several new places, but nothing that will result in worse than a bruise in the morning. After assessing my injuries, I look up at the stairs, trying to see that looming darkness, or perhaps dreading that I’ll see it, but seeing only the stairs and a bit of the hallway above them.\n\n//Was it just in my mind? //I have just enough time to question myself before my attention is brought jarringly back to my current situation.\n\nA touch at my side. I turn my head to look, instinctively swatting the hand away. A middle-aged brunette is kneeling beside me, her hands reaching out towards my shirt. There is a hungry look in her eyes that makes me aware of my own state of arousal.\n\nI open my mouth, prepared to apologize for slapping her hand like that, but my attention is again distracted by a hand on my body. This time, a hand reaching between my legs from behind, lightly cupping my crotch. \n\nSputtering, but unable to formulate words to express my surprise, I stand there for several seconds, trying to look over my shoulder at whoever is behind me. I catch sight of long blonde hair, but am unable to see any more without disentangling myself from the two females.\n\nA third person, a man this time moves closer to me, his eyes drifting over my feminine body in a way that makes the lust rise up inside of me like the tide on a full moon. My eyes widen as I see the way his large cock, larger than mine ever was, leading the way.\n\nBy the time the man reaches me, the blonde has loosened my belt and has pulled my pants past my knees. The man slides his hands under my shirt, drawing them upwards. The buttons of my shirt pop open one after another. I resist the urge to raise my arms, to allow him to remove my shirt. Slightly more insistently, he pulls at my shirt. As soon as its off my shoulders, it comes off easily in his hands.\n\nHe leans forward, I feel his breath on my lips for a second before his lips touch my own. I try to pull away, but his lips only press harder against mine. In spite of my reluctance, my lips part when his tongue probes forward, entering my mouth.\n\nI feel dizzy when he breaks the kiss, disoriented. When he pushes me back, I fall onto my ass with a thump.\n\nBefore I can recover, the two girls, each take hold of one of my legs, spreading them until I can feel the lips of my new pussy begin to part to reveal the space between. \n\nBefore I can protest, the blonde leans forward to kiss me, her soft lips tasting faintly of salt.\n\nThe kiss muffles my cry as I feel something brush against my ass. My struggles only seem to encourage the man though, and I feel the crown of his penis slide along my slit before fining my hole.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the man a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>Over the sounds of flesh on flesh, I can hear a rhythmic slapping in time with the man’s thrusts, each impact causing the pressure in the pit of my stomach to build just a little more. Towards something wonderful.\n\nMy body begins to tremble as a wave rises up inside of me, then crashes over me with so much force that my vision blurs. \n\nThe last thing I remember clearly is the feel of the man’s cock throbbing inside of me, filling the core of my being with a liquid warmth. \n\n<<endif>>[[Continue.|Dream6Next]]

<<if $Day gte 5>> I look up at the sky, squinting against the rain. //Is this ever going to let up? It was wet here when I arrived, but now it seems like its endless. I think I'm starting to know how Noah felt when the great flood began.// I muse.<<else>>Slow and steady, the rain continues to fall as if the clouds hold an endless supply of moisture. <</if>>\n\nAs I walk, I can see where the rain hits the puddles, creating little rings in the water before being swallowed by the ripple created by the next drop to strike the water.\n\nI absently pull my jacket tighter around myself to ward off the worst of the weather.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>Crossing the bar, you're stopped by someone grabbing your arm.\n\nTurning, you come face to face with a gruff looking sailor, "You owe me an apology," He growls, "You made me spill my drink."\n\nI look at the empty glass in the man's hand, then at the floor near his feet, seeing no sign of the fluid.\n\n<<if $PlayerEttiquette gte 12>>"Sorry friend," I say in an effort to defuse the situation, "Maybe I can buy you another to make up for it?" \n\n"How about you let me shove this glass up your ass instead," He growls. \n\nI barely have time to react before the man throws a punch at me. <<elseif $PlayerEttiguette gte 7>>"Sorry about that," I say, taking half a step away from him.\n\n"You don't sound sorry," He growls.\n\nAs he reaches for me with one hand, I see his other hand balling into a fist.<</if>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>Someone lashes out with their foot, sending me staggering.\n\nAs I catch my balance again, I turn. A man, sitting at a table with several other people, chuckles.\n\n"What was that about?" I demand, my tone more angry than I had intended.\n\n"Maybe I just don't like you?" The sailor says with a growl.\n\nI bristle at the man's tone, biting back a retort.\n\n"No bright comeback?" He laughs again, coming to his feet.\n\nI fight the urge to reach for my .38 Special, I ball my hands into fists instead. \n\nThe man steps closer, his own hands balling into fists.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Beside me, I can see a woman bouncing up and down in one man's lap, her long skirt hiked up around her hips. I can see another woman under the table, her face near where the two people's groins touch as her tongue lapping at the man's balls.\n\nWhen the man sees me glance his way, he becomes visibly annoyed, "Wait your fucking turn," He growls.\n\nTurning away, I start to step away from where the man is engaged with the two ladies.\n\nA surprised yelp turns my attention back to the man. He's fastening his belt, while the woman who was just in his lap is picking her up off the floor.\n\n"Don't you walk away from me while I'm talking to you!" The man lurches towards me.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>[[Fight|TavernFight]]\n\n<<silently>><<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyFirearms = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(2,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(3,5)>>\n<<set $weaponChance = "fists">><</silently>> \s

"I read briefly about the ruins on this island in the local history book at the general store," I begin, "From what I've been able to learn so far, it looks like the fountain in the park might be part of all that."\n\n"Figures," Aaron mumbles, then clearer, "I wouldn't know for sure. But I think the fountain is part of all that.\n\nHe doesn't offer anything further, so I pry, "Any chance you can point me in the right direction, I'd like a chance to take a look at them while I'm here in Wanton Cove."\n\nAaron's face kind of pinches, an expression I associate with someone biting back some retort, "It's easy to get lost out in the forest, but its supposed to be out there somewhere," He pauses, wiping a spot on the bar that doesn't appear any more dirty than any other part, "I wouldn't go looking for it though, even if you could find it without getting lost, its just a bunch of old stone buildings so overgrown you'd walk right past them if you weren't looking for them. Besides, it would be unfortunate if you went poking around those old buildings and you got hurt. Places like that tend to be dangerous."\n\n<<if $RuinAaron is "true">>"I heard from someone else that you used to frequent the place as a kid. I'd think you'd be able to give me some decent directions to find it." I reply.\n\nHe scowls, wiping at the counter, then replies without quite looking at me, "Its out past the Pa-" He cuts himself off quickly, "Just follow the main trail leading out into the forest. Its just a little ways past a big clearing in the trees."\n\n"See, that wasn't so hard," I can't help but retort.\n\n<</if>><<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">><<else>>//Does he not want me to go there for some reason?// I wonder. Instead, I answer, "Thanks for the warning, I'll keep it in mind.<</if>>\n\nAaron grimaces, but doesn't comment further.\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>>[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<<endif>><<if $Day is 2>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<<endif>><<endif>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<<endif>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]\n<<endif>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<<endif>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]\n<<endif>><<if $Madness gte 1>>[[Ask about HER.]]\n<<endif>>\n\n[[Back|Aaron]]

As I step back, Aaron says, "I'll send someone down to get the body," His tone is reserved, "We'll send word to the mainland on the next ship headed that way."\n\nWith that, he turns and heads into town, presumably to the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nMs Sherwood stays a little longer, just looking at the body for a couple of minutes before turning to me, "Is it ok if I do too?" She asks, her tone timid.\n\n"Yeah, if I need you for anything else, I know where to find you," I pause, then add, "I'll be sure to swing by later to make sure you're ok."\n\nShe gives a half hearted, but appreciative smile, "Thank you," She says softly before leaving.\n\n[[Next.|the waterfront]]<<set $WaterfrontBody to "Played">>

Looking both ways, I don't see anyone else around. Moving quickly to a space between two houses, I kneel in the soggy grass.\n\nThe dog follows me, watching me cautiously. When it nears my side, I reach under it, wrapping my fingers around its length.\n\nIt lets out a little whimper, pulling away slightly, but then stops. \n\nI slide my fingers along its length, the dog's hips twitching. Holding his cock firmly, I give it a couple of pulls, the god lets out a little whine then its hips begin to thrust rapidly.\n\nIts everything I can do to hold onto the dogs big red cock. My eyes wide as I watch the tapered head of its cock slide past my palm with every rapid thrust.\n\nI kneel closer, aiming the cock directly at myself, watching the tapered cock stab towards me with every thrust of the dog's hips, droplets of doggy precum flicking through the air. One drop strikes my lips, my tongue darting out to taste the oddly sweet flavor before I even realize what I'm doing. \n\nMy hand reaches into my pants, taking hold of my own throbbing <<if $Taint gte 70>>dicklet<<else>>manhood<</if>>, stroking it in time with the dog's violent thrusts. \n\nIts not long before the dog's thrust become erratic. I learn forward suddenly, taking the tip of its cock between my lips just a split secong before a stream of doggy cum splashes against my teeth and onto my tongue. At the same time, my own<<if $Taint gte 70>> little<</if>> cock jerks in my pants, splattering my own cum all over the inside of my pants.\n\nShocked at what I had just done, I spit the contents of my mouth into the mud and stand up. The dog just looks up at me, its tongue hanging out of its mouth as it pants. \n\n[[Leave.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $Depravity += 2>>

<<if $Day gte 5>>I don't see the flash of light, but the roar of thunder seems to carry on for several long seconds.\n\nI glance up just in time to see lightning flicker along the clouds like a chain but never reaching the ground. //One-onethousand, two-onethousand, three-onethousand.// A second rumbling of thunder reaches my ears and seems to drag on once more.\n\n<<else>>For a brief moment, there is a small break in the clouds overhead, a ray of sunshine illuminating the area where I'm standing.\n\nMy eyes turn upward in the hopes of catching sight of the sun for the first time since arriving in Wanton Cove, but by the time I can look up, the clouds above me have already closed over the sun like a snuffer draped over a candle to put it out.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

"I thought you might like a little company. I doubt you get many visitors," I pull my arm free of her grasp and slide it around her middle in a light hug I hope will put her at ease.\n\nShe makes a happy sound, her hands reaching almost instantly towards the buckle of my pants. I quickly bat her hands away with my free hand.\n\nAzumi looks up at me, uncertainty and confusion on her face, "But?"\n\n"That wasn't an invitation for sex," I say to Azumi, her expression falling, "I was hoping we could just visit for a little while, get to know one another a little better," I quickly amend.\n\nHer eyes seem to look through mine into my very soul, the seconds tick on into nearly a minute, making me uncomfortable in the growing silence. \n\nFinally, she speaks, her beautiful voice is soft, "Will you hold me then?"\n\nIn answer, I turn part way towards her, slipping my other arm around her.\n\nInstead of returning the hug the way most people would in such a situation, she instead crawls up into my lap, curling up tightly against my chest. I can smell her shampoo, lightly scented with lavender, with her head just below my chin.\n\nI hold her like that for a long while, enjoying her warmth against me. Eventually, I start to become aware of some changes in the situation however.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>Her hands have slipped under my jacket, straying up my aides and are now lightly brushing the sides of my new breasts.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 60>>What I had originally thought was her just squirming in my lap for a more comfortable spot has left my undersized penis rock hard. Meanwhile, her hands have slipped under my jacket and strayed up my sides to where they are now lightly brushing the sides of my budding breasts.\n\n<<else>>Her hips are moving rhythmically in my lap, having coaxed me to full hardness, I can't help but notice the way my cock strains uncomfortably at my pants. \n\nI try to adjust myself without being obvious about it, but when she glances up at me, there is mischief in her eyes.\n\n<<endif>>Squeezing her in a little hug, I then lift her off my lap and sit her back beside me.\n\nI can't help but notice how cold my front feels without her warmth pressed against me.\n\n//Not the visit I was thinking of, but still nice.// I think ruefully, //She seems starved for any kind of human contact.//\n\n<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>>

<<if $RuinsVick is "Not Played">>I keep hearing about some ruins that are supposed to be on this island. I've been able to learn that the ruins are out here in the forest somewhere, but I'm not sure where exactly."\n\nBefore I can ask him specifically, he begins to speak, "Da uins? Ye ont onna go ere," His tone is cold, holding just a little anger.\n\n"Why wouldn't I want to go there?" I ask, careful to keep my tone soft in an effort to not provoke the man.\n\n"Do bones, evn da bones ont ptect ye der. Da uins be death." Vick's madness is clear in his features, but there's a hardness as well that makes me pause. \n\n"I'll be careful," I assure him, "I've started to think that the ruins may be somehow linked to why I am here. Its important to me that I find these ruins. I don't know if they hold answers for me, but I have to know for sure."\n\nAnger and barely restrained rage dance behind his eyes. Then one second to the next his expression softens and he smiles, "Aye, ah ken unerstan da need ta unerstan," There's s distant look in his eyes, like he's gone somewhere else in his head for a few seconds, remembering days long past, when his eyes refocus, he turns them on me, "Da path be behen da house. Ook fer da break in da trees."\n\n"Thank you," I say softly.\n\n<<set $RuinsVick to "Played">><<else>>"Any chance you can tell me a little bit about the ruins? You pointed me in the right direction, but surely there's something more you can tell me?" I implore.\n\nThe look he gives me makes my blood run cold. I'm not sure how he's going to react, but I find myself leaning back slightly as I try to put a little distance between the two of us.\n\nHis mad gaze lingers on me for several seconds, then his expression softens suddenly, "Aye, nothen ore I ave ta share."\n\n<</if>>\n\n[[What's your story?]]\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]\n\n[[Who is SHE?]]\n\n[[Do you know anything about a guy named Tom?]]<<if $Pastor is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 95>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>><<if $VickSex is "Played">><<if $Mutation lte 7>>\n\n[[Have sex with Vick|getVickLink()]]<</if>><</if>>\n\nor\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]

"You've lived in Wanton Cove your entire life?" I ask.\n\n"Unfortunately so," Mr Morichi replies with a wry grin, "Though not a day goes by that I dont wonder why I stay."\n\n"Having lived here for so long, I'm sure you know things about the island that an outsider wouldnt," Even as I ask the question, I wonder what kind of insights I might gain from his knowledge of the island.\n\n"Not really," He dashes my hopes, but then I can see the faint smile at the corner of his lips as he watches me out of the corner of his eye, "But I'll see what I can share."<<if $Madness gte 2>>\n\n//Perhaps there are secrets in his words, and all I must do is read the story between the lines to understand?//<<endif>>\n\nHe spends nearly a minute seemingly in thought, sipping lightly at his tea, before he finally speaks, "Wanton Cove is a fishing town, without the fishing this town would be empty within a year. But then, you probably had already figured that much."\n\n"Hmmm," Mr Morichi sighs, "Things you may not know though."\n\nHe sips at his tea again, "There is a small cave near the woodline up here on the bluff, that cave reaches a long way back and takes you into a huge cave that many of the locals refer to as the cathedral. I used to play in that cave occasionally as a child, but I have lost track of where exactly the opening is in recent years. Its nearly impossible to find if you don't know where to look."\n\nLooking thoughtful again, he then adds, "For the last couple of years there has been talk about a man living out in the forest. I hear he is dangerous and has attacked a couple of people in the past, though its always 'a friend of a friend,' or 'someone I know' instead of first hand accounts, so that may just be hearsay. The thing that makes him insteresting however is that no one knows who he is, or how he came to be on this island."\n\nA slight enigmatic smile finds its way onto Mr Morichi's lips.\n\nThe silenct stretches for a few seconds, punctuated by the soft sound of Mr Morichi sipping at his tea. Finally I ask, "Interesting, is there anything else worth mentioning?"\n\nMr Morichi pauses, then sits his teacup down. Placing one hand over his heart, "You wound me friend," I can tell from his expression that he's having a little fun at my expense again, "I give you the two best pieces of gossip I have, and its not good enough for you?"\n\n"I wouldn't be much of a detective if I didn't ask," I reply with a smirk that I'm unable to suppress. <<if $Madness gte 2>>//And now all I have to do is discover the secret meaning behind his words, or perhaps what he says is simple truth, and the madness around me is the secret meaning?// Even as the thought crosses my mind, I can see how twisted the logic is, though I can't seem to shake the thought.<<endif>>\n\nMr Morichi lets out a bark of laughter, then takes a deep breath, "You my friend are a shooting star in this gloomy world. Let no man extinguise your fire."\n\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]

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Over at the bar, I see a single person, feminine in build, sitting at the bar alone.\n\nIn spite of several people being in the tavern at the moment, it's almost as if the person is sitting alone in the room. \n\nI see the person take a slow sip from their tankard.\n\nI'm tempted to move closer, to see what about the figure keeps the others so readily away, but even as the thought crosses my mind, the figure tosses a few coins on the bar and starts walking towards the exit.\n\nWhen the figure passes me, I see a filthy female, as if she had washed her face in mud and grime. She makes eye contact with me, and for a split second, she breaks into a toothy grin, if you can call it that. Her teeth are black and broken, caked in plaque. For a heart beat, I think I see something move along her gum line.\n\nI blanch at the sight, stepping back from her to give her easy passage through the room. I stare at her back as she exit's the tavern, the shock obvious on my face to anyone who might be looking.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

[[return|$return]]\n\nThe Barmaid's Daughter:\nThe Barmaid's Daughter was once the community house of Wanton Cove where nearly all of the settlers lived while the rest of the town was built around it. \n\nIn the fledgling years of the town, the building served as a meeting place for the town. However, after Zodak Alhazred's death, the building became the tavern you see today, though it was originally known as the Wanton Cove Tavern. In the mid 1800's, a barmaid won ownership of the establishment in a card game and named it after her daughter Isabella. In the coming years, the locals jokingly called the tavern 'The Barmaid's Daughter'. The name stuck, and the name was officially changed several years later.\n\nTo this day, the Barmaid's Daughter is still used as a meeting place for the locals, and the upper floor which served as a brothel in the early years of the town now serves as an inn for travelers visiting Wanton Cove.\n\nThe Alhazred Mansion:\nOnce the site of Zodak Alhazred's home. The house fell into the sea along with its owner during one of the harsh storms that frequently batter the island. After the house had fallen into the sea, Zodak Alhazred's bastard son took his father's name and built a grand mansion in his father's name. \n\nWhile the house has since fallen into disrepair, the current owner is a descendant of our town's founder, Zodak Alhazred.\n\nThe Mysterious Fountain:\nThe fountain that most people notice in the park upon arriving in Wanton Cove predates the town. Like the scattered ruins on the island, this fountain appears ancient. \n\nNo one knows who built the fountain, or the ruins for that matter. And the strange engravings on the fountain have proven indecipherable through the years, though many have tried.\n\nThe Cathedral:\nThe Cathedral is not a manmade feature of the island, instead it is a natural formation, one of the many caves that have been found on the island. \n\nThe Cathedral can be found down one of the forest trails near the town of Wanton Cove, its entrance nearly invisible if you do not know where to look. \n\nThrough a small opening in a hillside, a short tunnel leads to a cavernous natural chamber littered with stone artifacts from whoever once inhabited the island. Additionally, the walls are engraved as far as the eye can see with engravings similar to those found on the town's fountain. \n\nDominating the chamber are a pair of unsettling statues. The larger of the two is a hunched male figure with a face like an octopus and small bat like wings on its back. \n\nThe second is more difficult to describe, but appears to be a mixture of male and female. The body is feminine, with ample breasts on its chest, but it has an unnaturally large phallus jutting forward from its crotch. Most disturbing is the smooth surface where the statue's face should be. The stone the statue is carved from is marbled with black giving it the unsettling appearance of tentacles.\n\nThough no one knows for sure, its rumored that these statues represented two gods worshiped by the island's former inhabitants.\n\n[[Return to Table of Contents.|Wanton Cove History Book]]\n\n[[return|$return]]

“I stumbled across something that I’d like you to take a look at,” I begin.\n\nMr Morichi raises an eyebrow, sitting his cup down as I pull the leather bound tome from my jacket and open it to the page I had seen an image of Azumi on. His eyebrows rise in surprise, “Oh my,” He says in a breathless whisper. Reaching out, his fingertips touch the image, tracing its outline like a lover’s caress. With his other hand, he adjusts his glasses, situating them precisely on his nose before leaning close to the book. I can see his eyes drift over the image, then turn to the text. He spends several minutes focused on the book before him, seeming to have forgotten me entirely.\n\nEventually, he sits back, readjusting his glasses to their usual location, then picks up his cup for a small taste of his tea. When he sits the cup back down, he looks at me, “Quite the striking resemblance to my ever enchanting daughter. Though having been the proud owner the book previously, I do not recall seeing this image before.” A troubled expression settles onto Mr Morichi's face.\n\nWhen he does not continue, I prod, “Do you know anything about this? Any light you can shed on the presence of her image in the book?”\n\nMr Morichi shakes his head slowly, “Sorry, while the image is tremendously fascinating to me, I can not see how it is anything but coincidence that the girl in the book so closely resembles my daughter.” He pauses, as if considering whether or not to add more to what he has already said, “After all, my daughter is a young woman, and this book is terribly old.”\n\n//Coincidence, perhaps. But it seems to me that everything in Wanton Cove is somehow connected. I just need to figure out how this fits into the bigger picture.//\n\n“Thank you for taking a look anyway,” I say, somewhat dejectedly.\n\nWith an inward sigh, I decide to change the subject.\n\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about his family.]]<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<set $Morichi to "True">><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]\n<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[May I see Azumi again?]]\n<<endif>>\nor\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]\n

<<if $Depravity lte 5>>Part of me still wants to flee the room as I discard the last of my clothes at the foot of the bed.\n\nMy hands instinctively move to cover my body as both the man and woman look at me, approval in their eyes as they admire my body.\n\nSlowly, I begin to crawl into the bed before me, the woman moving to make more room for me, the man standing and walking around the foot of the bed behind me. \n\nOnce on the bed, I roll onto my back, my arms still covering my body as best they can.\n\nThe woman moves to sit behind my head, her arms reaching out to caress my own, her breasts dangling above my face. The woman continues to lean further and further forward as her fingertips trace down my arms towards my hands, until she entertwines her fingers with my own. \n\nWith only a token resistance from me, the woman pulls my arms up above my head and holds them there. The look of aproval from the man sends a shiver through me.\n\nStepping forward, the man's hands part my thighs, his course fingers tracing over the sensitive flesh. \n\nOnce my legs are spread, my labia parted to expose my new pussy in all its glory, the man leans forward, kissing first the inside of my thigh, then my pussy. I close my eyes, smelling the woman's arousal as I moan softly in response to the man's attentions. Within seconds, my pussy is soaked and aching for more.\n\nA soft whimper escapes my lips when his lips leave my pussy. Opening my eyes, I see him standing at the foot of the bed, his erection throbbing as he begins to climb onto the bed between my legs.\n\nI can feel the woman's grip tighten on my hands, the man's hands moving to hold my legs spread for him. I can do little more than watch as he moves himself into position.<<elseif $Depravity lte 7>>The last of my clothes fall to the floor around me. Nervous excitement fills me as I near the bed.\n\nIt only takes me seconds to climb onto the bed and roll onto my back. The man's smile shows that he approves. \n\nThe woman leans down towards me, kissing me lightly on the lips. A second later, I feel one of her soft hands on my breast as she begins lightly caressing the sensitive flesh, Meanwhile, the man's hands gently part my thighs. The coolness of the air on my wet pussy sends a little shiver through me.\n\nWasting no time, I feel the man moving into position between my legs, his cock brushing the inside of my thigh before it finds its way to my pussy.<<elseif $Depravity gte 9>>Shuking the last of my clothes, I can't help but smile a little as I jump onto the bed, bouncing once before coming to rest on my back.\n\nThe couple wastes no time closing in on me. The woman's fingers slide between my legs, smiling at my wetness I reach down, using my fingers to part my folds, exposing my pussy to the couple. \n\nSeeing how wet I already am, the man begins to climb onto the foot of the bed.\n\nThe woman moves to give the man room, instead turning her attention upwards, her hands finding their way to my breasts where she begins to tease the nipples and gently knead the sensitive flesh.\n\nA moment later, I feel the tip of the man's cock brush the outside of my pussy.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the man a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.<<endif>>\n\nThe feeling of the man's cock sliding in and out of my tight hole fills me with almost overwhelming pleasure. I find myself unable to focus my attention on anything but the incredible feeling of him thrusting repeatedly into me.\n\nIts not long before I can feel pressure building within my belly, my pussy throbbing.\n\nThe man's thrusts start to come faster, more frantic, and I've little doubt that he's nearing his climax. \n\nThe mere thought of this man, this stranger, cumming inside of my new pussy is enough to bring my own orgasm crashing over me with a surprising suddenness. When my cunt clamps down, throbbing around his invading member, I feel him jerk inside of me, filling me with a sudden warmth as he begins to fill me with his seed.\n\nWhen my orgasm begins to subside, the man withdraws from my well used pussy, a trickle of his seed sliding from my hole.\n\nIt takes me more than a minute before I regain enough of my strength to crawl from the bed.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>Grabbing my clothes, I begin to dress myself, mildly self conscious of the fact that I'm standing naked, //female//, before these two people, the inside of my thighs plastered with the man's cum.\n\nOnce dressed, I quietly slip from the room.<<elseif $Depravity lte 8>>Slipping from the bed, I glance at the couple. Both are watching me with happy little smiles on their lips.\n\nI give a little smile back before dressing myself.<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>Climbing off of the bed, I see that the couple is watching me. The woman's hand is wrapped around the man's cock, stroking it back to hardness.\n\nI fight the urge to climb back onto the bed for a second round, but finally convince myself to get dressed instead.<<endif>>\n\n[[I return to my room.|Your room.]]<<set $Depravity += 1>>

The unmistakable sound of sex assails me as I enter the Barmaid's Daughter's tavern. Wet slapping sounds accompanied by shameless moans fill the stale air.\n\nI turn my attention toward the sound, discovering several people grouped near a corner of the room. On the grounds that half of the people are naked, there's little doubt as to what is happening.\n\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 3>>[[Move closer for a better look.|TavernProperOrgy]]\n<</if>>[[Try to ignore what is happening and continue about your business.]]

Making my way down the stairs into the Barmaid's Daughter, I hear a pair of sailors speaking.\n\n"-that mess on the waterfront yesterday?" I catch from the first man.\n\nThe second, feminine man replies, "Yeah, her body was all bloated like she had been in the water for a while."\n\nThe first man notices me, closing his mouth and leaning back in his seat.\n\n"What you guys talking about?" I inquire.\n\n"Nothing much," The feminine man answers me, not bothering to even look my way.\n\n//If these guys are not interested in sharing, maybe Aaron can shead some light on things.//\n\nLooking towards the bar, I see Aaron wiping the counter.\n\n[[Go talk to Aaron.]]<<set $Body1 to "Played">>

I barely take notice as I reach the end of the dock, as the sound of my boot steps against the wooden dock are replaced by the sound of my hard soles striking the stone waterfront.\n\nI meet the man's eyes, and he shoots back a look I've seen a thousand times before. That look that says he knows why I'm here, but he's has no intention of telling me anything useful.\n\n"Hey," I call non-committaly as I close the rest of the distance between us.\n\n"Hey." He replies flatly, his voice holding a tiny hint of femininity, "If you're looking for a room, check the Barmaid's Daughter at the end of the street." His tone is dismissing, as if he doesn't want to talk any further. My eyes follow where he points, guess I was right about the tavern.\n\n[[Continue trying to talk with the old sailor.]]\nor\n[[Head into the center of town.|getTownLink()]]

My opponent looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nThe howl of wind across the bluff is nearly enough to drown out the sounds of your fighting. The relentless rain seems intent to drown the entire island before your fight can end.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. 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<<if $Day gte 5>>A crack of thunder like a gunshot rings out. I flinch and half reach for my .38 Special in reflex. \n\nI quickly move towards the closest cover I can see, the shelter of a doorway, and stand there for about a minute while my heartrate returns to normal. \n\nGlancing at the sky, and seeing no sign of the storm letting up, I resign myself to leaving the meager shelter I had found. <<else>>For a brief moment, there is a small break in the clouds overhead, a ray of sunshine illuminating the area where I'm standing.\n\nMy eyes turn upward in the hopes of catching sight of the sun for the first time since arriving in Wanton Cove, but by the time I can look up, the clouds above me have already closed over the sun like a snuffer draped over a candle to put it out.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

At 48 years of age, I've served my country through the end of the great war. Afterwards, I joined the force, spent almost twenty-five years trying to make the streets a safer place. Two of that was spent trying to solve a case that couldn't be solved. I turned in my badge when they told me to file the case away and move on.\n\nI've lived the two years since at the bottom of a bottle.\n\nI was never a particularly large man. Standing at 5' 10" and 180lbs. \n\nMy square jaw perpetually sports about three days' worth of stubble, just a hint of gray near the temples. My brown hair is thick, but cut short.\n\nAbove my beak like nose, my gray eyes are sharp and alert. \n\nI'm not fat, but I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a hint of belly on me, a bit of fat over what was once a well toned body back in my prime.\n\nUpdated with Stat notes:\n[[Notes about creating your character.]]\n\n!Your name:\n|stats|k\n|!First Name:|<<textbox "$PlayerName" "John">>|\n|!Last Name:|<<textbox "$PlayerName2" "Doe">>|\n\n!Attributes:\n<<numberpool "$PlayerPoints">>\n|stats|k\n|!Brawn:|<<numberbox "$PlayerStrength" $PlayerStrength 1 10>>|\n|!Intelligence:|<<numberbox "$PlayerIntelligence" $PlayerIntelligence 1 10>>|\n|!Social:|<<numberbox "$PlayerCharisma" $PlayerCharisma 1 10>>|\n<<onchange>>\n\t<<replace "#stat-points">>$PlayerPoints<</replace>>\n\t<<replace "#skills-link">><<if $PlayerPoints eq 0>>[[Next|Character Skills]]<</if>><</replace>>\n<</numberpool>>\s\nYou have <span id="stat-points">$PlayerPoints</span> points left to spend.\n\n<span id="skills-link"><<if $PlayerPoints eq 0>>[[Next|Character Skills]]<</if>></span>\n\n\n

"If I have any more questions, where can I find you?" I ask.\n\nHer eyes drift down my body, making me feel as if I'm being appraised like a piece of meat.\n\nI put the thought aside as she speaks, "Second house on the hill," Ms Sherwood answers, "The green one with the brown trim." <<if $Taint lte 40>>She bites her lip lightly, her eyes lingering on my crotch. <</if>>\n<<set $SherwoodHouse to "true">>\n"Thanks," I reply, penciling the information into my notepad.\n\nAsk about:\n[[You have any idea who she was?|B1A]]\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?|B1B]]\n<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?|B1C]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?|B1D]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?|B1E]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?|B1F]]\n<</if>>\nor\n\n[[I'm done talking to Ms Sherwood.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

Looking around my room, I see that it's small and simple. Surprisingly though, it also appears to be passably clean. \n\nDominating the space near the small window is a small bed, barely a cot. A flat pillow and a folded blanket rests on the thin mattress.\n\nAt the bed's foot, in place of a dresser is a simple chest. It looks sturdy, but there's no sign of any way to lock it.\n\nCloser to where I am standing, there is a small table, and smaller stool against the west wall. On it's surface is a small oil lamp and a half full box of wooden matches.\n\n//In this modern age, it's hard to believe people still live like this.// The thought fleetingly crosses my mind.\n\n<<if $Settled is "Not Played">>I spend several minutes inspecting the room, checking the view from the window, inspecting the lock on the door, and seeing if there is anything else of note in the room.\n\nOut the window is a nearly two story drop into a mud caked alley. The only view is of the dark and foreboding wood a short distance beyond the edge of town.\n\nThe room's door isn't as sturdy as I would like, but using the key to lock it, I find that at least the lock feels secure. \n\nUnlocking the door once more, I continue my inspection of the room.\n\nI open the chest, looking at it's empty interior as if seeking some kind of answer. But if there are answers to be had, I see no sign of them there.\n\nPressing on the mattress, I find it to be far too soft for my liking, but I suppose it will have to do for my stay in Wanton Cove.\n\nIt doesn't take me long to unpack my things. I place the letter Peter gave me at the bottom of the trunk along with a folder full of my personal notes from the 'Faceless' case, my clothes on top of it all. \n\nI take a deep breath, patting under my arm to feel the .38 Special I have holstered there under my duster. I don't honestly expect to need it, but I find it comforting to have all the same.<<set $Letter to "Not Played">><<set $Settled to "Played">><<endif>>\n\n[[Have a bath drawn.]]\n\n<<if $Pr is "Played">> <<if $Bed is "True">><<if $Day is 1>>Maybe I should lay down, get some rest. \n\n[[My investigation begins in earnest in the morning.|Dream1.]]\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 5>>[[Crawl beneath the covers to huddle against the dark.]]<<elseif $Madness is 1 and $Day lt 7>>[[Lay down for the night.]]<<elseif $Day is 2>>Weary, I lay down [[for the night.|Dream2]]\n\n<<elseif $Day is 3>>My mind is filled with thoughts of this day's events. Part of me wonders if this might all just be some strange drunken dream I'm having.\n\n//Dreams.//\n\nI shudder slightly, wondering if I'll have another one of those all too real, unsettling dreams. Looking at the bed, I consider [[laying down for some sleep.|Dream3]]\n\n<<elseif $Day is 4>>Feeling more exhausted than I remember being in years, I lay down in bed. \n\n[[Sleep comes for me.|Dream4]]\n\n<<elseif $Day is 5>>I close my eyes and take a deep breath, fatigued from the day's events. As soon as I let out the breath, I find myself stifling a yawn.\n\n[[I should probably get some shut eye.|Dream5]]<<elseif $Day is 6>>I feel bone weary as I move toward the bed, [[laying down for the night.|Dream6]]<<elseif $Day is 7>>My head is filled with thoughts of the encounter I overheard between Aaron and Tanya this morning. //I need to speak to Tanya in private to learn more.//\n\nReluctantly, I move towards the bed.\n\n[[Go to sleep.|Night7]]<<elseif $Day is 8>>Moving to the bed, I sit down heavily. For several seconds, I just sit there before sighing heavily. \n\nWith the sun low in the sky, //Well, I think its sitting low in the sky, could be high noon and I'd never know any better with this damned storm.//\n\n[[Sleep.|Night8]]\n\n<<else>>[[Lie down and try to get some rest.|Night9]] \n(This will take you into the endgame. If you have anything else you want to do before entering this part of the game, you should do so before going to bed.)<<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>\n\n<<if $PastorBook is "Taken">><<if $Research is 0>>Thinking about the old leatherbound tome I found in the Church, I wonder if perhaps I should spend a little time trying to [[unravel its mysteries.|Leatherbound Tome Study]]\n\n<<endif>><<endif>>Head downstairs to <<if $Day is 3 && $Body1 is "Not Played">>[[The Barmaids Daughter.|Body Not Played]]<<else>><<if $Prostitute is "Played">><<tavernlink "The Barmaid's Daughter">>.<<elseif $Day is 4 && $FCounter is 0>>[[The Barmaids Daughter.|Storm Coming.]]\n\n<<else>>[[The Barmaids Daughter]].<<endif>><<endif>>

Glancing towards a window, I can see raindrops hitting the glass. The drops lazily run down the glass like little rivers. As drops meet, their decent becomes faster until the drops of rain seem to race towards the bottom.\n\nPulling my attention away from the window, [[I continue about my business.|Your room.]]

<<if $Depravity gte 10>>I open my mouth, words at the tip of my tongue. My mouth salivates as I speak, "Please, fuck me," My own words cause my arousal to spike.\n\nA little smile teases the corner of Vick's mouth, "Essy <<if $Mutation gte 6>>ish whoor<<else>>gurrl<</if>>," He says softly, "Ah ave wat ya nehd."\n\nI glance at his bed, then take a few steps towards it. He watches my movements like a predator watching its prey. \n\nWhen I reach the bed, I start to disrobe quickly, wanting to free myself of anything that might slow his advance. Once I'm completely naked, I sit on its edge, then lay back, looking up at him. My heart races, knowing what to expect next. I can feel a trickle of my arousal moistening the inside of my thighs.\n\nBy this time, he's naked as well, his cock swollen and hard. I smile openly at its impressive size. <<if $Mutation gte 5>>He looks back at me with open disgust. <</if>>\n\nHe kneels between my legs, his throbbing shaft pointed directly at my dripping sex.\n\nI shudder slightly in anticipation, spreading my legs in invitation. A pleased moan escapes my lips as the tip of his penis brushes the folds of my new pussy.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as Vick settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes him a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nVick pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>After a few slow thrusts, his begins to gradually quicken until his hips are striking my ass with an audible slap with every impact.\n\nIts not long before he's settled into a rapid, if regular rhythm.\n\nFor several minutes this continues before his pace starts to become erratic. I barely have time to realize he's about to cum before he pushes deep. Liquid warmth suddenly filling my core.\n\nA few long seconds later, he withdraws with a content sigh, "Orry bout dat," He mumbles. \n\nFeeling a trickle of cum slip from my pussy, I can hear the sound of him putting his pants back on over the sound of my heavy breathing.\n\nFinally, I stand, starting to dress myself. With the way he is watching me, I can't stop myself from teasing him a little. Bending over to present my ass as I put my pants back on, squeezing my sensitive breasts before pulling on my shirt.\n\nI'm almost as aroused as I begain by the time I finish putting my clothes back on.\n\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<elseif $Depravity gte 5>>I open my mouth, words at the tip of my tongue. My mouth feels dry as I speak, "Please, fuck me," I'm surprised by my own words.\n\nA little smile teases the corner of Vick's mouth, "Essy <<if $Mutation gte 6>>ish whoor<<else>>gurrl<</if>>," He says softly, "Ah ave wat ya nehd."\n\nI glance at his bed, then take a few steps towards it. He watches my movements like a predator watching its prey. \n\nWhen I reach the bed, I start to disrobe with trembling hands. Once I'm completely naked, I sit on its edge, then lay back, looking up at him. My heart races, knowing what to expect next.\n\nBy this time, he's naked as well, his cock swollen and hard. I gape openly at its impressive size. <<if $Mutation gte 5>>He looks back at me with open disgust. <</if>>\n\nHe kneels between my legs, his throbbing shaft pointed directly at my dripping sex.\n\nI shudder slightly, fighting back my arousal. I jerk away as I watch, and feel, the tip of his penis brushes the folds of my new pussy. His hands firmly on my hips, I feel him pull me back towards the edge of the bed. \n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as Vick settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes him a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nVick pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>After a few slow thrusts, his begins to gradually quicken until his hips are striking my ass with an audible slap with every impact.\n\nIts not long before he's settled into a rapid, if regular rhythm.\n\nFor several minutes this continues before his pace starts to become erratic. I barely have time to realize he's about to cum before he pushes deep. Liquid warmth suddenly filling my core.\n\nA few long seconds later, he withdraws with a content sigh, "Orry bout dat," He mumbles. \n\nFeeling a trickle of cum slip from my pussy, I can hear the sound of him putting his pants back on over the sound of my heavy breathing.\n\nFinally, I stand, starting to dress myself. I can't help but blush a little as he watches.\n\n<<set $Taint += 5>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<else>>I open my mouth, words at the tip of my tongue, but I find myself unable to speak.\n\nA little smile teases the corner of Vick's mouth, "Essy gurrl," He says softly, "Yeh don avva ush thins."\n\nI shudder slightly, fighting back my arousal. Timidly, I wake a half step back from him.\n\n<<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>[[Next.|Talk to Vick.]]

Along the celing of the cave known as the Cathedral, I see movement, but quickly come to the realization that its merely bats, thousands of bats, perhaps tens of thousands. The thought of all of those bats taking flight nags at the back of my mind like a dark thought I can not shake.\n\nQuickly, so as not to disturb the bats further, I direct my flashlight to the rest of the room.\n\nThe walls, as high as I can see, are engraved in strange markings. <<if ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 12>>It only takes me a moment before I start recognizing individual markings as being the same or similar to some of what I've seen before. For just a split second, I can picture them painted in blood across the wall like they were across the walls of the alley several years earlier. <<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 7>>Suppressing a shudder, I cant help but th ink they are eerily similar to the ones painted in blood across the walls of the alley several years earlier. <<else>>I stand there for almost a minute, looking at the engravings that makes me feel increasingly unsettled. Finally I shake my head and try to turn my attention elsewhere. <</if>>\n\nA looming darkness at the back of the cavern appears to be where the cave system continues.\n\nFinally, my flashlight falls on the raised area in the middle of the room. The crime scene I just finished examining. The stone is round, and flat on the top, perhaps eight feet across at any point. I can see wax and half burnt candles placed all around the dark crimson center. <<if ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 10>>Even a cursory inspection reveals that some of the candles look old while others look almost new. And the dark red at the center of the stone ranges from a rich red color of freshly spilled blood all the way to the brownish red of old dried blood. <<elseif ($PlayerInvestigation + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 5>>Looking at the candles, I can see that some look older than others, but its difficult to tell how long they have been there. //Some of them have to be brand new, they were used just the last time I came here.// When I shift my attention to the red, I can see that most of it is the brownish red of old dried blood, though some of it appears lighter in color. <<else>>//What were they hoping to accomplish here?// I wonder, looking at the old candles and fresh blood from the occult ritual I witnessed. <</if>>\n\nTaking my time, I walk through the cavern, looking in nooks and crannies in the hopes of finding something useful. With the exception of bits and pieces of old bone, I see little else of interest. \n\n<<if $C2B is "Not Played">>Nearing the dark area at the back of the cave, you discover that it is indeed a cave. \n\nA faint breeze drifts through the cave and you start to follow it. Its several minutes before you see light ahead. Following it, you can faintly hear the sound of waves crashing somewhere in the distance. Eventually the cave seems to narrow to a point that you have to squeeze in places to get through, until you sudenly find yourself pushing through some bushes. Taking a look around, you can see the mansion just a short distance ahead of you, and down the bluff is the town of Wanton Cove. \n\n[[Continue.|Bluff]]<<set $C2B to "Played">>\n\n<<else>>Follow the cave out to the [[Bluff]].\n\n[[Exit the cave.|Take the North fork of the trail.]] <<endif>>

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A short distance a head of me, I see a hooded figure through the trees. For several minutes I follow the figure, curious as to what they might be doing out here in the woods.\n\nI'm not sure what I did to draw the figure's attention, but they stop suddenly, tilting their head slightly as if listening for something. After a brief pause, the figure turns most of the way towards me.\n\nI can't see anything under the figure's hood at this distance, but the moment they see me, they turn and run. Instinctively, I take off after the figure, trying to catch up. Unfortunately, I quickly loose the figure down the trail.\n\nPausing in the trail, I look back the way I came, wondering if the figure slipped down some side trail that I had missed, or if they had simply out paced me [[down the forest path.|Trail]]

Over at the bar, I see two people sitting near each other on tall stools. Each person has a half full drink in their hand, sipping at them quietly.\n\nOne of the two people catch my eyes in the mirror behind the bar for a long moment. \n\nAbout the same time I begin growing suspicious that the individual is watching me for some reason, I see their gaze shift away from me again.\n\nI stand where I am for several more seconds, watching for them to look my way again, but they don't.\n\n//Must have been my imagination.//\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

<<set $random to random(1,5)>><<if $random is 1>>The moment I am through the door, I realize that there's something different from my previous visit. Azumi is nowhere to be seen.\n\nI feel a sudden chill, worried about where she might have gone.\n\nMy gaze sweeps the room for any sign of her. It's not until my eyes reach the wall just a few feet from myself that I see her.\n\nShe's standing almost perfectly still, a burning hunger in her eyes as she looks at me. I can see the tension in her as she struggles to remain still.\n\n[img[images/Azumi Pounce.jpg]]\n\nI allow my eyes to drift over her body, starting with her eyes then moving lower until they fall on her rigid cock, seeing her member bouncing subtly with her heartbeat.\n\nThere's a tremor in her voice when she speaks, "Forgive me," The moment the words leave her lips, a sad look crosses her features as she springs.\n\nShe tackles me, slamming me to the floor with enough force to drive the air from my lings in a rush. \n\nI gasp, trying to force air back into my lungs, "I //need// it," She whimpers as she tears at my clothes. When I meet her eyes, she looks like a junkie who is in desperate need of a fix.\n\nShe tugs at my pants, trying to free me of them. When they catch at my hips, she cries out, the sound she makes is a cross between frustration and raw need. Her hips buck of their own accord, like instinct is overwhelming everything else. \n\n"You don't have to do this," I'm surprised at how steady my voice it when I say it, but even so I can see in her eyes that she isn't even hearing my words anymore.\n\nShe half stands when my pants reach my knees, adding leverage to her next tug that somehow manages to pull one of my boots free and leaves my pants tangled around one ankle.\n\nThere's a moment's pause as she looks down at me. Hunger seems to war with affection in her eyes. Absently, she strokes herself with one hand. Her penis is hard, veins sticking out along it's length and a single bead of precum glistening at the tip.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>"Fuck me?" There's desperation in her voice as she crawls on top of me, pinning my legs beneath herself as she sits on my thighs. Her hand stroking herself guides her cock toward me, using her own member to rub against mine.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood makes me blanch. My own penis refuses to harden at her attentions.\n\nShe seems to notice my revulsion and I can see just a little despair on her eyes. Quickly, she turns, showing me her perfect ass and leaning forward just far enough to reveal her visibly wet pussy. Pushing back, she presses herself against my cock, the sticky wetness of her pussy smearing across my manhood.\n\nWhat can I say, I'm a man. It doesn't matter what she's got hanging in the front, with a perfect and willing pussy on full display, my penis quickly forgets any earlier misgivings and starts to harden.\n\nAs she pushes back, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pushes forward again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder at me. I can see a hint of sadness in her eyes, but just behind that the hunger remains. She bites her lip as she begins to rock her hips. When I offer no resistance, and I moan softly in pleasure, a little smile blossoms on her lips.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. \n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time sometime warm and wet splashes across my legs as her balls empty their contents through her throbbing cock.\n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAt some point, Azumi must have turned around, her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately.\n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nUnsure of what to say, I give her a little squeeze and hold her for a bit longer.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before anything else can happen.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood makes me hesitate. My own penis is slow to harden at her attentions.\n\nShe seems to notice my hesitation and I can see just a little sadness on her eyes. Quickly, she turns, showing me her perfect ass and leaning forward just far enough to reveal her visibly wet pussy. Pushing back, she presses herself against my cock, the sticky wetness of her pussy smearing across my manhood.\n\nWhat can I say, I'm a man. It doesn't matter what she's got hanging in the front, with a perfect and willing pussy on full display, my penis forgets any earlier misgivings and quickly finishes hardening.\n\nAs she pushes back, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pushes forward again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder at me. The sadness in her eyes remains, but just behind that the hunger is nearly a physical presence. She bites her lip as she begins to rock her hips. When I offer no resistance, and I moan softly in pleasure, a little smile blossoms on her lips.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. \n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time sometime warm and wet splashes across my legs as her balls empty their contents through her throbbing cock.\n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAt some point, Azumi must have turned around, her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately.\n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nUnsure of what to say, I give her a little squeeze and hold her for a bit longer.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\n//I was just raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver of arousal through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before anything else can happen.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>The sight of a cock, especially one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood arouses me far more than I care to admit. My own penis is quick to harden at her attentions.\n\nThere's a faint smile on her face, nearly lost in the lust that dominates her expression. Leaning back, she lifts her balls and holds her penis off to one side, revealing her pussy, glistening with her juices. My cock throbs with need. Azumi scoots forward, rocking her hips just hard enough to smear her pussy juice across my cock.\n\nI can already see a bead of precum forming at the tip of my own cock.\n\nAs she slides forward again, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pulls back again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks me right in the eyes as she begins to ride me. I'm not even sure where I should be looking. My eyes seem to drift between her eyes, her gently bouncing breasts, and her cock bobbing between us.\n\nWith one hand, she reaches for her penis, wrapping her delicate fingers around the thick shaft before starting to stroke herself in time with the movements of her hips.\n\nShe bites her lip as she watches my expression. The action does little to hide her smile.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. The hand on her cock begins to move rapidly, no longer in sequence with her other movements.\n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time a geyser of cum flies from her cock. She lets go of her cock right as the first stream of seed flies from the tip, the long white rope firing clear over my heat. The second blast comes as her her impressive shaft is pointed downward, spraying across my chest and belly. \n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nHer cock bounces with the force of her third jet of cum, this one spraying a long rope of white across my chest and face.\n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAs my mind begins to clear again, I can feel her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately. \n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nI don't know what to say to that, so instead, I draw her into a kiss that lingers. When I finally break the kiss, she lets out a contented sigh.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\n//I was just raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver of arousal through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before O can be drawn back in.\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Taint lte 54>>"Fuck me?" There's desperation in her voice as she crawls on top of me, pinning my legs beneath herself as she sits on my thighs. Her hand stroking herself guides her cock toward me, using her own member to rub against mine.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood makes me blanch. My own diminished penis refuses to harden at her attentions.\n\nShe seems to notice my revulsion and I can see just a little despair on her eyes. Quickly, she turns, showing me her perfect ass and leaning forward just far enough to reveal her visibly wet pussy. Pushing back, she presses herself against my cock, the sticky wetness of her pussy smearing across my manhood.\n\n//With as big as she is, and how much my own has shrunk, . . . // The thought has a bit of a sobering effect on me.\n\nBut in the end it doesn't matter what she's got hanging in the front, with a perfect and willing pussy on full display, my penis quickly forgets any earlier misgivings and starts to harden.\n\nAs she pushes back, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pushes forward again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder at me. I can see a hint of sadness in her eyes, but just behind that the hunger remains. She bites her lip as she begins to rock her hips. When I offer no resistance, and I moan softly in pleasure, a little smile blossoms on her lips.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. \n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time sometime warm and wet splashes across my legs as her balls empty their contents through her throbbing cock.\n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my undersized cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAt some point, Azumi must have turned around, her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately.\n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nUnsure of what to say, I give her a little squeeze and hold her for a bit longer.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before anything else can happen.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own diminished manhood makes me hesitate. My own penis is slow to harden at her attentions.\n\nShe seems to notice my hesitation and I can see just a little sadness on her eyes. Quickly, she turns, showing me her perfect ass and leaning forward just far enough to reveal her visibly wet pussy. Pushing back, she presses herself against my cock, the sticky wetness of her pussy smearing across my manhood.\n\n//With as big as she is, and how much my own has shrunk, . . . // The thought has a bit of a sobering effect on me.\n\nBut in the end it doesn't matter what she's got hanging in the front, with a perfect and willing pussy on full display, my undersized penis forgets any earlier misgivings and quickly finishes hardening.\n\nAs she pushes back, I can feel my cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my penis to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pushes forward again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks over her shoulder at me. The sadness in her eyes remains, but just behind that the hunger is nearly a physical presence. She bites her lip as she begins to rock her hips. When I offer no resistance, and I moan softly in pleasure, a little smile blossoms on her lips.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. \n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my little cock, drenching my groin. At the same time sometime warm and wet splashes across my legs as her balls empty their contents through her throbbing cock.\n\nIt's all too much for me. My own cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm. \n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths. \n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAt some point, Azumi must have turned around, her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. \n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately.\n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nUnsure of what to say, I give her a little squeeze and hold her for a bit longer.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\n//I was just raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver of arousal through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before anything else can happen.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>The sight of a cock, especially one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood arouses me far more than I care to admit. My own little penis is quick to harden at her attentions.\n\nThere's a faint smile on her face, nearly lost in the lust that dominates her expression. Leaning back, she lifts her balls and holds her penis off to one side, revealing her pussy, glistening with her juices. My cock throbs with need. Azumi scoots forward, rocking her hips just hard enough to smear her pussy juice across my cock.\n\nI can already see a bead of precum forming at the tip of my own undersized cock.\n\nAs she slides forward again, I can feel my undersized cock slipping between her pussy lips. Then she shifts her hips, causing the tip of my cock to catch at her opening. The moan that escapes her lips is deep and satisfied as she pulls back again, causing me to slip inside. My own moan of approval echoes her own.\n\nShe looks me right in the eyes as she begins to ride me. I'm not even sure where I should be looking. My eyes seem to drift between her eyes, her gently bouncing breasts, and her cock bobbing between us.\n\nWith one hand, she reaches for her penis, wrapping her delicate fingers around the thick shaft before starting to stroke herself in time with the movements of her hips.\n\nShe bites her lip as she watches my expression. The action does little to hide her smile.\n\nHer eyes never leave mine as she rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my manhood in a most delightful way. After several minutes of this, I can feel my balls starting to ache with need. Azumi begins to rock harder, her eyes loosing focus and taking on a glazed look. The hand on her cock begins to move rapidly, no longer in sequence with her other movements.\n\nWhen her pussy clamps down, it's with enough force that I couldn't cum even if I had wanted to. Suddenly so tight it's just barely on the wrong side of pain, her body convulses, shivering as she climaxes. A flood of her juices flood out around my cock, drenching my groin. At the same time a geyser of cum flies from her cock. She lets go of her cock right as the first stream of seed flies from the tip, the long white rope firing clear over my heat. The second blast comes as her her impressive shaft is pointed downward, spraying across my chest and belly. \n\nIt's all too much for me. My own diminished cock twitches, but she's clamped down so tight around my cock that it becomes an uncomfortable sensation rather than a blissful orgasm.\n\nHer cock bounces with the force of her third jet of cum, this one spraying a long rope of white across my chest and face.\n\nAzumi slumps forward, breathing hard. It's just that moment that my cock jerks a second time, this time her pussy loosens it's grip and I spray a massive quantity of cum into her depths.\n\nMy orgasm is so powerful that my vision fades around the edges, my mind completely unable to focus on anything except the ecstasy of release.\n\nAs my mind begins to clear again, I can feel her cock pinned between our bodies as she leans forward. I can see sweat on her skin and her breathing is still heavy, "I'm sorry," She says, and I can see in her eyes that she means it. Leaning forward, she gives me a tender kiss, "Forgive me?"\n\nNot waiting for my reply, she lays on top of me, her soft breasts pressing against my chest.\n\nI don't answer with words, instead I put my arms around her affectionately. \n\nMumbling to myself, I utter, "What am I going to do with you?" \n\n"Keep me?" She replies just as softly as I had spoken, her tone hopeful, "Take me away from this place?"\n\nI don't know what to say to that, so instead, I draw her into a kiss that lingers. When I finally break the kiss, she lets out a contented sigh.\n\nIt's not until I can feel her abnormally large cock hardening between us that I roll her off of me. With one hand, I brush a bit of hair out of her eyes, then lean in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips before withdrawing to dress myself.\n\n//I was just raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nWhen I've finished dressing myself, I look back at Azumi. She's laying on her bed watching me, one hand on her cock as she strokes herself. The lust in her eyes sends a small shiver of arousal through me.\n\n//The girl is insatiable.// I think before excusing myself and leaving before I can be drawn back in.\n\n<<endif>>"You can't take me with you yet, can you?" There's sadness in her voice.\n\n"Not yet," I reluctantly reply.\n\nWhen I close the door behind myself, I double check that its locked before moving quietly through the halls. Every step of the way I worry that I will be seen, but somehow I make it to the back door without being spotted. \n\nAt the back door, I lock it quickly behind myself, my thoughts lingering on Azumi as [[I make my escape.|Bluff]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>"Fuck me?" There's desperation in her voice as she crawls on top of me, pinning my legs beneath herself as she sits on my thighs. Her hand stroking herself guides her cock toward me, using her own member to rub against mine.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood leaves me feeling rattled. Her monstrous cock compared to my tiny one, pushes home just how much I have lost since my arrival in Wanton Cove.\n\nWhen my manhood, if you can even call it that, refuses to harden, a look of dispair crosses Azumi's features. She stops what she is doing, tears welling in her eyes as she looks at me.\n\n"Please?" Her voice is a whimper.\n\nI don't reply. Affection for her warring with the reality of my situation leaves me unsure of what to say, or even do at a moment like this.\n\n"Out! Get out!" Azumi screams suddenly. With her hands, she covers herself in a gesture of modesty that surprises me after seeing how casual she is with her own nudity.\n\n"I,-" I've barely started to speak before she cuts me off again.\n\n"Just go, please." By now, the tears fall freely from her eyes, tracing glistening tracks of wetness across her cheeks.\n\nSuddenly reluctant to leave, I redress myself and walk toward where Azumi is huddled in the corner of her room. She I draw near, she seems to pull herself tighter into the corner as if she is trying to disappear from my sight.\n\n"Azumi," I say softly, trying to get her to acknowledge me.\n\n"I hate you," She says, the tears clear in her voice.\n\nThe words hurt me more than I care to admit, especially coming from someone I have only recently met, "No you don't."\n\n"I //need// it," She whines. I don't even know that she realizes she is absently stroking her manhood, "I hate you," She adds, saying those painful words again.\n\nClosing my eyes for a second, I gather my wits and kneel in front of her, reaching out to pull her into a gentle embrace.\n\nHer entire body begins to tremble, shaking as she sobs loudly. Through it all, she mumbles, "I love you, no one else is so kind to me, everyone, even my father is scared of me. I want you to love me like I love you," I'm not sure if she's saying the words to me, or to herself, either way, I have to struggle to make out what she is saying.\n\nTurning my head, I kiss her lightly on the cheek. I can taste the salt of her tears against my lips.\n\nWhen my eyes meet hers again, the earlier hunger has returned. My mind returns to how she jumped me when I entered her room. \n\n"Go," She says, her voice firmer than before.\n\nI sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes, "Ok, but I'll visit again soon."\n\n//She just tried to rape me, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nAzumi nods almost imperceptibly.\n\nWith no words left to say, I step back and head for the door of her room. At the door, I glance back, seeing her watching me, her hand sliding up and down her shaft as she strokes herself.\n\nOpening the door, I step through it.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>The sight of a cock, even one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own manhood makes me feel hesitant. Her monstrous cock compared to my tiny one, pushes home just how much I have lost since my arrival in Wanton Cove.\n\nNoticing that my penis is barely hardening, she moves down my body, giving me a mischievous smile before leaning forward and kissing what is left of my manhood.\n\nIn the position she has taken, I can no longer see her cock, only her breasts, and her stunningly beautiful face. \n\nThe remnants of my manhood respond as any man would. \n\nHer smile grows as I finally stiffen, and her lips wrap around me, engulfing my tiny member with ease. Her tongue circles my penis, twirling around it and lapping at it like it's a delicacy she simply can not get enough of it.\n\nI barely even notice when one of her hands reaches between her own legs and starts to stroke her massive shaft in time with the movements of her tongue.\n\nClosing my eyes, I focus on the sensations, enjoying the way her lips play along my short shaft, the way her tongue slides across the sensitive head of my penis. It's not long before I can feel myself nearing orgasm, the pressure building inside of me as I prepare to cum.\n\nI can feel her smile around my manhood right before I throb, spraying a dribble of cum across her tongue. She sucks at me harder, as if trying to coax a bit more of my seed onto her tongue before swallowing. \n\nShe releases my member with an audible 'pop!' before climbing up my body. I meet her kiss willingly, but then hesitate when I taste the salty taste of my own cum on her tongue. She breaks the kiss, then kisses me lightly on the lips before pulling back.\n\nStill laying on my back on the floor, I watch as she sits on her heels and begins to stroke herself. Her eyes never leave my own as she strokes, her cock drooling just a tiny bit of precum onto my belly as she does so. \n\nIt's not long before her hips buck, a large load of her cum splattering across one side of my face and in my hair. A second blast catches me across the face, neck, and chest. After several more throbs, my face, chest, and belly are a sticky mess.\n\nAzumi crawls back slightly, then leans forward. Her tongue darts out to lick at her own cum, licking and slurping it up as she goes. \n\nI can't help but stare at her bizarre display of depravity, watching her clean first my belly, then chest as she works her way upward. By the time I feel her tongue slide across my cheek, my little cock is already hard again.\n\nMy mood sobers significantly however when I feel her penis brush the inside of my thigh.\n\nWhen her lips touch my own, I can taste the salty taste of her cum. The scent and taste is heady, making my head swim with arousal.\n\nShe smiles faintly as she breaks the kiss, slipping off of me in a slow motion that reminds me of a cat stretching.\n\nFor a minute, I just sit there, catching my breath and thinking about what just happened. //If I stay much longer, I'm going to get swept up in this all over again.//\n\nWith that thought foremost in my mind, I begin to dress myself again. Azumi withdraws to her bed, watching me. By the time I've pulled my pants up past my knees, she's gently stroking herself to the sight of me.\n\n//I was just effectively raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nI utter a soft goodbye, then head for the door of her room.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>The sight of a cock, especially one attached to such a beautiful woman, rubbing against my own minuscule manhood is enough to quicken my pulse and drives my member to full hardness in seconds. Her monstrous cock compared to my tiny one, pushes home just how much I have lost since my arrival in Wanton Cove.\n\nI barely care however. My own arousal seems to rival her own as I reach out, taking hold of her cock and beginning to stroke it for her. I marvel at it's heft and girth in my hand. The heat of her member sends a shiver of arousal through me.\n\nHer eyes meet my own with an intensity that seems to bore into my soul. She never breaks eye contact as she pushes my legs up, revealing my ass to her. \n\nI feel momentarily worried at the implications as she brushes the tip of her cock against my back door. Her precum leaves a slimy trail between my ass cheeks. Pulling back, she spits into her palm, then smears her saliva on the head of her cock before moving forward again. This time when I feel the head of her cock touch my back door, she presses forward with surprising gentleness. I try to relax, but she's so big that it's difficult not to clench in anticipation of the invasion I know is about to happen.\n\nAt first, it's just a growing pressure against my anus, then a spreading sensation as she finally begins to slip inside. Suddenly I feel the head of her cock pop inside of me, the pressure against my back door gone in an instant only to be replaced by the feeling of my ass being stretched around her thick rod. \n\nThe pressure returns again as she starts to push forward, but instead of becoming an uncomfortable pressure, it instead becomes a growing feeling of fullness.\n\nShe's not even a third of the way inside of me before she seems to bottom out. Then without hesitating she begins to move her hips, fucking my ass with gentle little thrusts. \n\nI look down, watching part of her massive tool vanish between my legs with every thrust. My tiny cock flopping around, looking pathetic as it dribbles sticky strands of precum all over itself.\n\nFor several minutes she fucks me gently, my soft moans, more feminine than I care to admit to myself, fills the air around us. \n\nSomewhere deep in my core, I feel a pressure building. Like the need to cum, but different. I cry out as my little cock jerks, sending a dribble of cum from it's tip, at the same time I can feel Azumi's cock throb and swell in my ass. When my cock throbs a second time, barely a drop of cum slips from the tip. There's a rush of warmth deep inside of me accompanied by a bloating sensation in my bowels. It's enough to make my tiny penis jerk one more time causing a dribble of cum to slide down my length to puddle around the base of my cocklet.\n\nAzumi leans forward, nuzzling my face before kissing me lightly on the corner of my lips. When she pulls back, her cock slips from my ass, leaving me feeling suddenly empty.\n\nFor several minutes, I just lay there on the ground, feeling my own cum cool on my skin while hers slowly settles inside of me. I'm unsteady as I start to get up.\n\nI can see Azumi watching me, an increasingly hungry look in her eyes and her cock at full mast. //The girl is insatiable,// I think to myself in surprise.\n\nStarting to pull my clothes back in place, I can see Azumi move to the bed out of the corner of my eye. Her eyes never leave me as she begins to stroke her shaft as she watches me.\n\n//I was just effectively raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nI utter a soft goodbye, then head for the door of her room.\n\n"You can't take me with you yet, can you?" There's sadness in her voice.\n\n"Not yet," I reluctantly reply.\n\nWhen I close the door behind myself, I double check that its locked before moving quietly through the halls. Every step of the way I worry that I will be seen, but somehow I make it to the back door without being spotted. \n\nAt the back door, I lock it quickly behind myself, my thoughts lingering on Azumi as [[I make my escape.|Bluff]]\n\n<<endif>><<else>>"Let me fuck you?" There's desperation in her voice as she crawls on top of me, pinning my legs beneath herself as she sits on my thighs. Her hand stroking herself guides her cock toward me, using the tip of her penis to rub up and down my slit.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The realization of the situation I find myself in frightens me. I struggle, but she incredibly strong for her size and has little trouble holding me in place.\n\nShe stops suddenly, looking me in the eyes and I can see something haunted behind the lust. Her eyes start to moisten with unshed tears.\n\n//She's realizing that I don't want this.// I realize.\n\n"Please?" Her voice is a whimper.\n\nI don't reply. Affection for her warring with the reality of my situation leaves me unsure of what to say, or even do at a moment like this.\n\n"Out! Get out!" Azumi screams suddenly, springing away from me like she's horrified that she even touched me. With her hands, she covers herself in a gesture of modesty that surprises me after seeing how casual she is with her own nudity.\n\n"I,-" I've barely started to speak before she cuts me off again.\n\n"Just go, please." By now, the tears fall freely from her eyes, tracing glistening tracks of wetness across her cheeks.\n\nSuddenly reluctant to leave, I redress myself and walk toward where Azumi is huddled in the corner of her room. She I draw near, she seems to pull herself tighter into the corner as if she is trying to disappear from my sight.\n\n"Azumi," I say softly, trying to get her to acknowledge me.\n\n"I hate you," She says, the tears clear in her voice.\n\nThe words hurt me more than I care to admit, especially coming from someone I have only recently met, "No you don't."\n\n"I //need// it," She whines. I don't even know that she realizes she is absently stroking her manhood, "I hate you," She adds, saying those painful words again.\n\nClosing my eyes for a second, I gather my wits and kneel in front of her, reaching out to pull her into a gentle embrace.\n\nHer entire body begins to tremble, shaking as she sobs loudly. Through it all, she mumbles, "I love you, no one else is so kind to me, everyone, even my father is scared of me. I want you to love me like I love you," I'm not sure if she's saying the words to me, or to herself, either way, I have to struggle to make out what she is saying.\n\nTurning my head, I kiss her lightly on the cheek. I can taste the salt of her tears against my lips.\n\nWhen my eyes meet hers again, the earlier hunger has returned. My mind returns to how she jumped me when I entered her room. \n\n"Go," She says, her voice firmer than before.\n\nI sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes, "Ok, but I'll visit again soon."\n\n//She just tried to rape me, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nAzumi nods almost imperceptibly.\n\nWith no words left to say, I step back and head for the door of her room. At the door, I glance back, seeing her watching me, her hand sliding up and down her shaft as she strokes herself.\n\nOpening the door, I step through it.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>The realization of the situation I find myself in startles me. I struggle, but my heart really isn't in it.\n\nAzumi looks down at me for several seconds, then starts to kiss me, her lips soft against my own, but the intensity clearly states her ravenous need.\n\nWhen she starts to part my legs, I offer no resistance. Instead, I look down, my eyes wide as I see her massive cock poised between my legs.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>She reaches down to take hold of her impressive tool, rubbing the tip across my slit. \n\n//It's never going to fit,// I think, worried. \n\nThen a second though comes unbidden, //I'd have never guessed I would loose my virginity to a girl,// The thought only seems to moisten my surprisingly wet pussy even more.\n\nWhen she finds my opening, I can feel her starting to press inside. My nether lips part, spreading around the crown of her cock. The head slips inside to fill me with a sense of being stretched. The sensation is uncomfortable but not painful, and it quickly begins to pass as my new pussy adjusts to her size. \n\nI have just enough time to be thankful for how gentle she's being before she lunges forward, spearing me with her cock in a motion that buries half her length inside of me. There's a flash of pain that takes my breath away and causes my body to tense up, but just like the pressure before, the sensation begins to fade after a few seconds.\n\nAzumi looks down at me, her eyes locked on my own. I can see in her eyes that it's a struggle for her to show such restraint, to wait until the pain of having my hymen torn passes before starting to fuck me.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>She guides her impressive tool to my waiting pussy, rubbing it up and down my already wet slit.\n\n//It's huge,// I think to myself, my stomach tightening with arousal as I anticipate her entering me. \n\nWhen she finds my opening, I can feel her starting to press inside. My nether lips part, spreading around the crown of her cock. The head slips inside to fill me with a sense of being stretched, my pussy quivering at the thought of the rest of her penis slipping inside of me.\n\nI have just enough time to really savor the feeling of her tip inside of me before she lunges forward, spearing me with her cock in a motion that buries half her length inside of me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my hips moving in an effort to feel every bit of her that is inside of me. Her cock feels slick with my juices and moves easily inside my pussy.\n\nAzumi looks down at me, her eyes locked on my own as she starts to move.\n\n<</if>>I moan as I feel her cock moving inside of me. My pussy is wet enough that her hard tool glides in and out of me with ease, and every vein and ridge of her penis brings me bliss.\n\nIt's not long before the wet sounds of our hips meeting fill the room as she thrusts her hips in an ever increasing rhythm.\n\nMy body begins to thrash under her as a powerful orgasm overtakes me. I can feel my pussy quivering around her cock.\n\nShe moans in pleasure at the sensation, but never even breaks stride. She continues to fuck me with passion, every thrust seeming to come just a little quicker than the next.\n\nMy pussy clamps down, pulsating as if it is trying to milk the cum from her balls. Azumi lets out a loud groan, and just a second later I feel her cock jerk inside of me. Pulse after pulse her cock throbs, filling my core with a liquid warmth.\n\nFor a minute, I just lay on me back, feeling Azumi's penis slowly softening inside of me. It's only about half soft when she finally slips free of my hole, leaving me feeling empty inside.\n\nA sheepish grin forms on Azumi's lips as she leans back. I can't help but smile back slightly in spite of my thoughts being on my freshly used pussy and the pounding it just received.\n\n//I was just effectively raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nI'm unsteady as I get to my feet, and once I'm standing I start to dress myself once more.\n\nNearby, I can see Azumi watching my every movement, one hand absently stroking her hardening cock the whole time.\n\n//If I don't get moving, I'm going to get pulled right back into this,// I realize. \n\nI mutter a quick goodbye and head for the door of her room.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>The realization of the situation I find myself in arouses me. I don't even try to struggle as she pins me to the ground.\n\nAzumi looks down at me for several seconds, then starts to kiss me, her lips soft against my own, but the intensity clearly states her ravenous need.\n\nBefore she can move my legs, to spread my thighs, I eagerly spread them for her. My pussy is clearly wet, glistening in anticipation of what is about to come. The smell of my arousal is thick in the air as she moves to position herself between my legs.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>She reaches down to take hold of her impressive tool, rubbing the tip across my slit. \n\n//I hope it can fit,// I think, my arousal an almost physical presence. \n\nThen a second though comes unbidden, //I'd have never guessed I would loose my virginity to a girl,// The thought only seems to moisten my surprisingly wet pussy even more.\n\nWhen she finds my opening, I can feel her starting to press inside. My nether lips part, spreading around the crown of her cock. The head slips inside to fill me with a sense of being stretched. The sensation is uncomfortable but not painful, and it quickly begins to pass as my new pussy adjusts to her size. \n\nI have just enough time to be thankful for how gentle she's being before she lunges forward, spearing me with her cock in a motion that buries half her length inside of me. There's a flash of pain that takes my breath away and causes my body to tense up, but just like the pressure before, the sensation begins to fade after a few seconds.\n\nAzumi looks down at me, her eyes locked on my own. I can see in her eyes that it's a struggle for her to show such restraint, to wait until the pain of having my hymen torn passes before starting to fuck me.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>She guides her impressive tool to my waiting pussy, rubbing it up and down my already wet slit.\n\n//It's huge,// I think to myself, my stomach tightening with arousal as I anticipate her entering me. \n\nWhen she finds my opening, I can feel her starting to press inside. My nether lips part, spreading around the crown of her cock. The head slips inside to fill me with a sense of being stretched, my pussy quivering at the thought of the rest of her penis slipping inside of me.\n\nI have just enough time to really savor the feeling of her tip inside of me before she lunges forward, spearing me with her cock in a motion that buries half her length inside of me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my hips moving in an effort to feel every bit of her that is inside of me. Her cock feels slick with my juices and moves easily inside my pussy.\n\nAzumi looks down at me, her eyes locked on my own as she starts to move.\n\n<</if>>My wrapping my legs around her, pulling her deeper inside of me, is all the encouragement she seens to need.\n\nI moan as she starts to move, her large cock moving inside of me. My pussy is wet enough that her hard tool glides in and out of me with ease, and every vein and ridge of her penis brings me bliss.\n\nIt's not long before the wet sounds of our hips meeting fill the room as she thrusts her hips in an ever increasing rhythm.\n\nMy body begins to thrash under her as a powerful orgasm overtakes me. I can feel my pussy quivering around her cock.\n\nShe moans in pleasure at the sensation, but never even breaks stride. She continues to fuck me with passion, every thrust seeming to come just a little quicker than the next.\n\nMy pussy clamps down, pulsating as if it is trying to milk the cum from her balls. Azumi lets out a loud groan, and just a second later I feel her cock jerk inside of me. Pulse after pulse her cock throbs, filling my core with a liquid warmth.\n\nFor a minute, I just lay on me back, feeling Azumi's penis slowly softening inside of me. It's only about half soft when she finally slips free of my hole, leaving me feeling empty inside.\n\nA sheepish grin forms on Azumi's lips as she leans back. I can't help but smile back slightly in spite of my thoughts being on my freshly used pussy and the pounding it just received.\n\n//I was just effectively raped, you'd think I'd be more upset about it. Why is it that all I really feel is affection for her?//\n\nI'm unsteady as I get to my feet, and once I'm standing I start to dress myself once more.\n\nNearby, I can see Azumi watching my every movement, one hand absently stroking her hardening cock the whole time.\n\n//If I don't get moving, I'm going to get pulled right back into this,// I realize. //But that wouldn't be so bad, would it?// The final thought lingers in my mind.\n\nI mutter a quick goodbye and head for the door of her room.\n\n"You can't take me with you yet, can you?" There's sadness in her voice.\n\n"Not yet," I reluctantly reply.\n\nWhen I close the door behind myself, I double check that its locked before moving quietly through the halls. Every step of the way I worry that I will be seen, but somehow I make it to the back door without being spotted. \n\nAt the back door, I lock it quickly behind myself, my thoughts lingering on Azumi as [[I make my escape.|Bluff]]<<endif>><</if>>\n\n<<else>><<if $Madness gte 2>>I want to weep suddenly, my mind feeling clearer than it has in a while. //What the hell?// \n\nThe worries, the outright terror, that I have experienced on the island suddenly seems distant and far less important.\n\n//What's happening to me?// After a moment, I push the thought aside and turn my attention to the room I am in.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>I gasp softly, feeling like a weight has been lifted suddenly from my mind. //What the hell is happening?// I wonder as the terrible things I have seen on the island suddenly seem less oppressive.\n\n//What's happening to me?// After a moment, I push the thought aside and turn my attention to the room I am in.\n\n<<else>><<endif>><<set $random to random(1, 2)>>Azumi's room is brightly lit, lavishly decorated in shades of pale pink and white. I can't help but notice the contrast the black iron bars bolted over the windows create with the rest of the room.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>The strong smell of sex in the room makes me momentarily weak in the knees. My new pussy dampens perceptibly and I suddenly ache to have it filled, a feeling that does not relent in the least when I see Azumi.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 60>>The nearly overwhelming scent of sex causes me to flush with arousal. My undersized penis hardening in my pants.\n\n<<else>>Though I've been here before, the strong scent of sex is still enough to make me gasp softly in surprise.\n\n<<endif>><<if $random is 1>>Standing near the window in all her naked glory is Azumi. Her back is turned to me as she gazes out at the world denied her. \n\nI can't help but let my eyes linger on her perfect body.\n\n"Father, have you come to lord over your captive again?" She says, a hint of sadness underlying the bitterness in her voice. Even with the hurt in her tone, her voice is one of the most beautiful sounds I've ever had the privelage of hearing.\n\n"I was actually hoping we could visit for a little while," I reply.\n\nHer body language changes suddenly, every subtle movement screams sex, //How does she do that?// I wonder as she turns towards me.\n\nShe bites her lip playfully, a large smile on her face as her eyes fall on me, "<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>! I was scared I wouldn't see you again!" She almost screams in happiness.\n\nI've barely time to brace myself before she half runs to me from across the room. She stops bare inches from me. I can see that she's fully erect, precum glistening at the tip of her penis. Her nipples are also hard and pointing towards me. When she takes another half step towards me, she tilts her head up so that her lips touch mine in a surprisingly chaste kiss.\n\nI swallow hard and take a small step away from her so there's a little distance between the two of us again.\n\n"Sorry," Azumi says, eyes suddenly glistening with unshed tears.\n\nNot knowing what else to do, I step towards her and slip my arms around her, "Please forgive my behavior," She says softly, "I can't help myself sometimes."\n\n"Its alright," I assure her.\n\nAfter a couple of minutes, she mumbles against my shoulder, "This is nice, My father will sometimes hug me, but he never holds me like this," Her voice sounds happy. I actually find the statement rather heartwarming until she suddenly changes the tone of the conversation, "Can we fuck? I'm //so// horny."\n\nPushing me back, I fall onto the bed. Before I can fend her off further, she pounces on me, straddling my chest with her rigid oversized cock bare inches from my face.\n\nTaking hold of her hips, I roll her off of me and sit up. A second later, she moves to sit beside me, her arms wrapped around one of mine as she presses her body against my own. I struggle with myself, wanting to give in to my baser urges, but at the same time honestly wanting to just spend a little time with her.\n\n<<else>>Laying on the bed, her legs spread wide, Azumi smiles broadly at me as she fingers her pussy, her untouched cock bouncing with the motion. \n\n"<<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>!" Azumi's body shudders suddenly, her eyes half closing as she experiences what appears to be a powerful vaginal orgasm. When her breathing steadies again, she rolls onto her hands and knees, crawling across the bed towards me. By the time she reaches the end of the bed, I've walked most of the way to her.\n\n"I was afraid I wouldn't ever see you again," There's real concern in her tone, the sound of her voice is like a tragic song sung by angels. \n\nWithout warning, she reaches out, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards her. I stumble and fall, somehow falling on top of her. Before I can even try to make my escape, I can feel her legs wrap tightly around me and her lips press against mine. After a few seconds, she releases me, her lips pulling slowly away from my own.\n\n"Sometimes my urges get the best of me," She gives me a coy smile, "Or at least that's what my father tells me all the time."\n\nWhen our lips touch again, the kiss is tender. When she breaks the kiss, she says softly, "Can we fuck? //Please?//"\n\nI quickly roll off of her and move to sit on the bed beside her. Sitting up, she slips her arms around one of my own, pressing herself tightly against my side as if waiting to see what I will do.\n\nLooking over at her, I let my eyes trail over her perfect body. Part of me wants to answer 'yes' to her question, but instead I try very hard to change the subject.<</if>>\n\n<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>><</if>>

<<if $Taint gte 65>><<set $random to random(1,3)>><<if $random is 1>>There's a sound from the rooftop just above the awning I'm standing beneath to momentarily shelter from the rain. I take half a step and look up, squinting my eyes against the lightly falling rain. \n\nA single strand of luminescent White Goo stretches from the awning's edge toward me. I have just enough time to realize that the long strand could break at any second before it does exactly that.\n\nRealizing what I am looking at, I don't even try to get out of the way, instead I open my mouth, allowing the single bead of White Goo that falls to fall directly onto my tongue.\n\nI shiver in arousal as I swallow, savoring the intoxicating flavor as a warm tingle courses through my body.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>><<else>>I can hear something above me, like something moving on the roof of the building I am passing. \n\nShielding my eyes from the worst of the rain, I scan the rooftop but see no one, or nothing, that could have caused the sound.\n\nI let my eyes linger on the rooftop for several more seconds just in case, but when I see nothing of interest, I finally look away.\n\n<</if>><<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>There's a sound from the rooftop just above the awning I'm standing beneath to momentarily shelter from the rain. I take half a step and look up, squinting my eyes against the lightly falling rain. \n\nA single strand of luminescent White Goo stretches from the awning's edge toward me. I have just enough time to realize that the long strand could break at any second before it does exactly that.\n\nUnfortunately I am not quick enough. A single bead of the stuff falls, the rest of the strand snapping up to the pool of goo I imagine is hidden above the awning. The single drop falls as if in slow motion, my body far slower as I try to get out of the way. The drop of White Goo strikes me right at the corner of my mouth. \n\nI feel a tingling sensation. Reaching up, I try to wipe the stuff away, but my fingers come away clean and dry. I wipe a second time with the same result. \n\nConcerned, I touch carefully around my mouth, but am unable to find any sign of the White Goo that just struck me.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>There's a sound from the rooftop just above the awning I'm standing beneath to momentarily shelter from the rain. I take half a step and look up, squinting my eyes against the lightly falling rain. \n\nA single strand of luminescent White Goo stretches from the awning's edge toward me. I have just enough time to realize that the long strand could break at any second before it does exactly that.\n\nInstinctively I try to get out of the way. I'm barely quick enough, the White Goo striking the ground right beside my feet instead of striking me.\n\nLooking down, I can barely see the White Goo on the wet ground. When I look up, I see no sign of its source either.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I can hear something above me, like something moving on the roof of the building I am passing. \n\nShielding my eyes from the worst of the rain, I scan the rooftop but see no one, or nothing, that could have caused the sound.\n\nI let my eyes linger on the rooftop for several more seconds just in case, but when I see nothing of interest, I finally look away.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>><</if>>[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]

I really don't want to give up the book, but I fancy myself a man <<if $Taint gte 95>>//woman?// <<elseif $Taint gte 55>>//Though its hard to say how much longer I can say that.// <</if>>of my word. Pulling the tome from my jacket, I hold it out towards her. She snatches it from my hand and looks at it. I can see her eyes straying over the old leather cover, then she clutches it suddenly to her chest. \n\nLooking at me again, she says something, but it seems to be in some strange guttural language.\n\nBefore I can react, she springs into motion spinning on her heel before running towards the treeline.\n\n"Wait!" My call falls on deaf ears, though I continue to try getting her attention anyway, "Please! Wait! Maybe we can still help each other? You can tell me more, and I can help you decypher that book?"\n\nIf she hears me at all, she gives no sign of it. Instead, I'm left standing in the rain, now lacking one of the few potential clues I have found since arriving in Wanton Cove.\n\n[[Continue.|Bluff]]<<set $PastorBook to "Gone">>

<<if $Day gte 5>>From where I am standing, I can see the nearest dock moving up and down as wave after wave crash against it. Meanwhile, two individuals, both wearing heavy rain coats work on the dock, seemingly untroubled by the way it moves beneath their feet. After moving several crates from the end of the dock to the shore, both figures retreat to the relative shelter of the warehouse near the docks. <<else>>A ship moored to the dock is a hive of activity. Two people, a man and a woman are on the boat’s deck. Three more people, One obviously male, one female, and the last one is more difficult to tell, are busy working at the boat’s side, as all five people work to unload the ship’s catch. \n\n//Never realized so many women worked in the fishing industry.// The stray thought is enough to make me ponder the implications. <<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]\n

"Looks like she she has some pretty serious scarring around her ankle, she might have walked with a limp," I begin, "No one with a limp went missing recently?"\n\nAaron seems to think about it for a second, "Only person I know of around here with a limp is Wilson Crow. He's a fisherman, left on a boat less than a week ago." Aaron shrugs, "But then, he lacks certain //feminine// qualities that this girl has." He adds with a bitter smile.<<set $Crow to "Played">>\n\n[[You have any idea who she was?]]\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?]]<<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?]]<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?]]<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?]]<</if>><<if $B1Water is "Played">>\n[[Any idea how long she might have been in the water?]]<</if>>\nor\n[[I'm done talking to Aaron.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]\n\n

Entering the tavern, I glance towards the wondows that point out towards the cove. \n\nOn the horizon I can see dark foreboding clouds, churning visibly at they roil towards the shore. \n\n"Looks like a nasty storm," A feminine voice says. I glance towards the person, thinking at first that its a woman, but noticing the adam's apple and thin beard, I quickly realize that its a man, "If its anything like the last one, it will be a week or more before the ferry from the mainland comes back again.\n\n//Well shit. I might be stuck here for a few more days.// I think to myself. Part of me wonders if I should have heeded the warnings and left before now, but all I have to do is think about Peter and his son Tom before I realize I've done the right thing, //Got to bring his boy home.//\n\nFor another minute, I watch the clouds. Occasional flashes light the swirling mass of clouds that seem to be headed straight at me, //Nasty storm indeed.//\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

When I near the bluff, I can see several seagulls catching the updraft near the cliff<<if $Day gte 5>>, seemingly oblivious to the heavy rain<</if>>. One of the birds screeches at me, wheeling towards me to stare me down from the air, well out of my reach. The bird's cry draws the attention of others, and within seconds, several more have joined the first as the birds circle me.\n\nBetween the birds circling and the stout breeze, it almost feels like I'm standing at the center of a whirlwind. A few seconds later, the tableau breaks, the seagulls backing off, catching the updraft near the cliff as they move a short distance [[out to sea.|Bluff]]

<<set $MorichiDaughter to 3>>Mr Morichi leads me through the house. Twice along the way, we encounter naked ladies in the hallways. Neither show even a hint of shame at their state of undress, and the way they looked at me with hungry eyes makes me feel like I'm in the presence of predators. \n\nThe girls each try to gain Mr Morichi's attention as we pass, but with the exception of a few quick words of greeting shared between them, the girls do not linger.\n\nPart of me wants to ask Mr Morichi about all of the ladies in his house, and their casual fetishism, but I'm unable to figure out //how// to politely ask such a thing.\n\nReaching a door, indistinguishable from any of the dozen or more that we've already passed, he stops. Looking at me, Mr Morichi's expression is unreadable. \n\nThen with a little sigh, he reaches out to knock on the door.\n\nThere is no response.\n\n"Azumi, it's your father. Are you decent?" He calls through the door. But again, there is no reply from the other side.\n\nReaching into his pocket, Mr Morichi produces a key and unlocks the door.\n\n[[Opening the door.|Azumi Exit]]

<<if $DeepCombat is "true">>Chest heaving, my breath comes in ragged gasps as I look down on the disgusting thing laying dead at my feet beside the dock.\n\nCautiously, I nudge it once with my dirty boot, but elict no response from the thing. Emboldened, I give it a little kick, resulting in the same lack of response.\n\nAfter a couple of seconds, I give it a push with my foot again, this time moving it onto its back so I can get a better look at it. \n\nThe crest along the back of its head causes its entire head to list to one side. A trickle of blackish blood leaking from the corner of its mouth where it siwrls in the water pooled on the muddy street near the docks. Like its back, its arms, legs, and sides are covered in thick scaly skin. Not quite true scales, and not quite leather. Along its belly, the coloration lightens slightly and the scales seem smaller, though after more than one encounter with the creatures, I figure its safe to say that they offer no less protection for it. A pair of large breasts are on it's chest. If not for the color, they'd look almost human. That anything about the creature could seem //human// seems almost absurd.\n\nFinally, my eyes move lower, between its legs where I can see a hint of an opening. There's a hint of pink inside, and it doesn't take a great thinker to realize that I'm looking at it's vagina. \n\nWith my boot, I step near it's crotch, applying pressure in a way that spreads it open just a little bit for a better look before stepping back.\n\nI take a few moments to consider what I have seen, then away from the body.\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<else>>My eyes dart around my surroundings, searching the nearby trees and bushes for any further sign of threat.\n\nSatisfied that there is no further immediate threat, I take a deep breath to calm myself.\n\n<<if $random is 1>><<else>><<if $EnemyFlee is "true">> <<else>><<if $weaponChance lte 5>>\nTaking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found <<print $AmmoLoot>> rounds of ammunition.<<set $Ammo = $Ammo + $AmmoLoot>>\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>>\n<<else>>Taking a moment to search the body:\n\nI found $<<print $MoneyLoot>>.<<set $Money = $Money + $MoneyLoot>><<endif>><<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[Continue.|the waterfront]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>><<endif>>\n\n\n

The Deep One looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nThe only sounds that I can hear is that of falling rain, the raspy breath of the creature, and my own ragged breath threatening to drown out everything else.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tThe Deep One is still on its feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tThe Deep One falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at your opponent.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tThe Deep One is still on its feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tThe Deep One falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with my First Aid Kit, I tend the worst of my wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> I turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by your opponent's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostRuins]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tYour opponent slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from your attacker! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou attacker's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostRuins]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tMy opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tYour opponent throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostRuins]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nYour opponent attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tYour assailant disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tYour opponent fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering your opponent, you [[flee from your attacker.|Continue into the ruins.][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextRuins]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextRuins]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: \n\t[[Shoot it.|RuinsFight1Start][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\t[[Punch it.|RuinsFight1Start][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|RuinsFight1Start][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|RuinsFight1Start][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|RuinsFight1Start][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|RuinsFight1Start][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|RuinsFight1Start][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|RuinsFight1Start][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

<<if $Mutation gte 6>>The room comes to a sudden hush as I enter it. Nearly every eye in the Barmaid's Daughter turning towards me.\n\nI can see each and every one of them looking at me, observing my mutations with distaste. I hear someone spit in disgust.\n\nAll I can do is pull my jacket tighter around myself in a self conscious effort to hide my changes. I am however unable to ignore the feeling of their eyes lingering on me as I move across the room.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>Coversations around the room trail off, one and two at a time, until the Barmaid's Daughter is largely silent. Nearly every eye is on me, looking at me. I can feel their eyes on my mutations, looking at the terrible ways this island has changed me.\n\nPart of me wants to shout at them, to force them to tell me what is going on, but deep down I know the act would be futile.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Walking across the room, I notice an occasional person trail off, glancing at me. Its clear that my more horrific mutations are what is drawing their attention.\n\nThere is clear distaste in their eyes as they take in my changes, though no one so much as murmers a word about it.\n\n<<else>>With no warning, the den of conversation starts to die out, conversations trailing off one by one until the room is nearly silent. \n\nSeveral of the patrons glance my direction as they stop talking. \n\nThe hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand on end, the whole scene putting my nerves on edge like fingers on a chalkboard.\n\nI stop where I'm standing, not sure what is about to happen.\n\nA few seconds later, conversation starts to pick up again, one and two people starting to talk at a time. it's not long before the entire room is talking like nothing strange had ever happened.\n\nWatching the people gathered in the tavern warily, I slowly let out a breath that I didn't know I had been holding.\n\n<<endif>>[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

//You never know until you ask,// I reason before opening my mouth, "I was wondering if you might have known the pastor, Pastor Erkon?"\n\nLady Anne's eyebrows raise slightly, "Distasteful little fellow," She says with a hint of annoyance, "Wrapped in his religion to tightly that he couldn't see the world for what it was until it swallowed him whole," Her eyes bore into my own, "Much like yourself though, he //had// his uses."\n\n//Well, that just created more questions than it answered," I think darkly. For several seconds, I struggle to come up with a way to continue the conversation, but the hard look in her eyes quickly changes my mind.\n\n//Maybe another time I'll find an opening and be able to learn a bit more, but I'm not too proud to admit to myself that the woman frightens me, and I fear I may have already pushed her further on this than is safe to do so.\n\n\n[[Ask Lady Anne about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Ask about her family.]]<<if $AnneHusband is "True">>\n[[Ask about her family business.]] \n[[Ask about her husband Toby.]]\n[[Ask about her son Dewey.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about the Morichi Family]]<<endif>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Played">>\n[[Ask if she is Azumi's mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Make your exit.|Nice part of town.]]

"What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?" I ask, my eyes flickering to the door as a way to reassure myself of where the exit is.\n\n"Wannan Cove once be a fine ittle ishing toon," Vick nervously looks out one of the cabin's small windows as he continues, "Ah dat changed bout' foh yeahs ago."\n\nStepping away from the window, his expression grim and serious as he meets my gaze, "Da Passor chang'd fuhst. Coup'l mons fore he meet hes fate."\n\nVick clenches, then unclenches his fists, a look of rage passing over his features so quickly I'd have missed it if I had blinked.\n\n"Den da founan quit worken. Dos gross statoos fron oh da Church peered one evenin. Da //thedral,//" Vick visibly shudders<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 11>> and I'm not entirely sure if it in revulsion or extacy<</if>>, "Den sum uh da folks in toon star'ed ah chang."\n\nWith a suddenness that startles me, his rancid breath enough to make me gag when his face comes mere inches from my own, "//She// gunna ere //us.//" His eyes are wide with fear.\n\n//Might be best to leave this alone, at least for now.// I think as Vick leans away from me in a eerily slow movement.\n\n[[What's your story?]]<<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Who is SHE?]]\n\n[[Do you know anything about a guy named Tom?]]<<if $Pastor is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>>\n\nor\n\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]

"It's me, Tanya," Comes the voice from the other side of the door.\n\nI nearly collapse with relief before the soft feminine voice echoes in my mind once more, //You will open the door for me, soon.// A nearly overwhelming sense of despair washes over me as I am gripped by uncertainty. \n\nFalling to my knees, I drop my pistol at my side, my mind reeling as I momentarily loose the line between reality, . . . and //whatever// else is happening here in Wanton Cove.\n\n"I'm coming in," Tanya's voice calls, sounding concerned. \n\nPutting action to words, the door to my room opens, bathing the area in light. //The lamp went out,// I think, and I grasp that thought with all my strength, knowing that at least //that// is real. Even with such a little thing to ground myself, I begin to organize my thoughts again, trying to make sense of the situation. //Window must not have been properly latched, water or wind put the lamp out.// I rationalize. \n\n//Then,// I shiver at the memory of her so close to me, nearly touching my skin, //There has to be a line between fantasy and reality, that chill must have been the cold from outside, mist from the rain, something.//\n\nI turn my head slightly, noticing that Tanya has come to a complete stop just inside the room. My vision has not yet fully returned, but I can tell where she is looking, and its not at me.\n\n"Where did you find it?" There's a reverence in her voice, "Where did you find the Al Azif?" She slowly takes a step toward the book on the table.\n\n"What are you going on about?" I ask, grasping onto the discussion like someone about to drown clutching a ring buoy. Focused on Tanya and the book, i struggle to my feet and stagger a step toward her. My .38 Special long forgotten on the floor behind me. "Al Sif?"\n\nShe looks at me. My vision has cleared that I can just make out details on her face, but am unable to read her expression, "Al //Azif//," The way she emphasizes the second half of the name makes her sound offended that I had mispronounced it a moment before, "The Book of Dead Names, Necronomicon," She goes on like any of that should actually mean something to me, "And if this is the copy I've been seeking," When she takes a step toward the book, I have a deep seated feeling that her reaching it may not be a good idea, "Then its not just one of the recreations penned since the dark ages. This one is //old//."\n\n"Don't touch it!" I'm surprised at the venom in my own voice, "It belongs to me." //Have I even let it out of my sight since finding it?// The thought is jarring, especially after what happened just a few short minutes ago.\n\nTanya raises her hands in front of her, gesturing for calm as she takes a half step away from the table, "<<print $PlayerName>>, its ok, I'm not going to take it from you or anything. But this //is// what I came to Wanton Cove in search of."\n\nWith one hand on the table to steady myself, I close the book with the other hand, then half turn toward Tanya, "Tell me what you know?" I begin more harshly than I intend.\n\nHer eyes flicker to the book, then back to me, "Ok, what do you want to know?"\n\nI blink twice, my vision still fuzzy but steadily improving, "All of it."\n\nTanya sighs, then nods, "Alright, I'll give you the short version," She pauses, seeming to gather her thoughts before she begins to speak again, "There was a man in the 700's named Alhazred, known as the 'half-crazed Arab,' who has been credited with penning the //Al Azif//, who supposedly worshiped these demonic creatures known as the Great Old Ones. And since then, other copies have been made from what he wrote. There have been cults surrounding these Great Old Ones almost forever."\n\nI scowl, wishing he would get to the point, //Shy do I feel so irritable?// I glance at the book, this Al Azif, or Necronomicon, and realize that my hand is resting on its cover.\n\n"But in spite of him writing the book in the 700's, I've found evidence that these Great Old Ones predate known history, like the ruins of this island which are probably as old, maybe older, than the great pyramids in Giza," I don't know if her pause is for dramatic effect, or just because she's considering what to say next, "Anyway, I don't think Alhazred wrote the Al Azif, I think he translated it from something much older."\n\n"And you think this is what he translated it from?" I make it more of a statement than a question.\n\nTanya seems to regard you strangely all of a sudden, "Are you ok?" \n\nAs she says the words, my head spins, my vision suddenly blurring. The last thing I remember is starting to fall.\n\n[[Continue.|FinalBookEnd]]

"You said before that your father hates you," I begin softly, "Do you really believe that?"\n\nAzumi fidgets, looking uncertain, "No," She says softly, leaning close to you. Her cheek brushes yours, "But he doesn't treat me like he did when I was little."\n\n"You've grown up, relationships change over time," I observe.\n\n"I used to crawl into bed with him at night," Her voice is barely a whisper, "He'd hold me, tell me that I'm precious and that he loves me," She trails off for a little while before continuing, "Then he wouldn't let me come to bed with him anymore."\n\nI wait, hoping that she will continue. When she doesn't, I prompt her, "What happened? He seems to care deeply for you, even if he's not sure how best to express it."\n\nShe clings to me, tight enough that it hurts. But with the vulnerable look on her face I don't have the heart to pry her loose.\n\n"I was," There's a tremor in her voice, then she tries again with only slightly more success, "I was horny."\n\nThe implications of that simple statement leaves me feeling shocked, //She would do something like that with her own father?//\n\n"And he wasn't as strong as I was," She murmurs against my neck.\n\n//She did, . . . this explains a lot about how awkward their relationship is.//\n\n"The next day, he wouldn't talk to me. And that night his bedroom door was locked," Her voice is full of emotion and I can tell that she is weeping, "I cried all night at his door that night."\n\nAs soon as she stops talking, she starts to cry in earnest, her whole body shaking with the intensity of it.\n\nI hold her tight for a long time until she finally settles back down.\n\nWhen she finally loosens her grip on me, I give her one last affectionate squeeze before opening my mouth to speak again.\n\n<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>>

I pause, my eyes turning to the ocean. For several seconds I let my gaze linger, watching the waves crashing against the shore and the swells upon the horizon. \n\nMy thoughts drift, thinking about all that water, the sheer power of it as it pounds relentlessly against the shore, and wondering what dark secrets might be hidden just beneath the waves.\n\nShaking the thought before I can let such dark things darken my mood further, I return my attention to what I was doing before.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

The scene before me stops me dead in my tracks. \n\n//Its happening.//\n\nI can barely make out shapes in the fog, though they seem to slip from sight any time I try to focus on any of them. Instead I direct my attention to the stone table, the altar laid out before me.\n\nOn the altar, I can see a man laying on top of a woman who appears to be chained to its surface. From the angle I am standing at, I can clearly see him penetrating her, thrusting repeatedly as he fucks her cunt. \n\nYears of habit take over. I reach into my jacket for my .38 Special, only to find it missing. Lacking that, I try to force myself forward, but seem to be rooted to the spot. \n\nI can only see the back of the man, but he seems somehow familiar, //The bones in his hair,// The man thrusts forward one last time, I can see his balls pull tight from where I am standing, his cock throbbing as he cums inside of his victim. //It's Vick.//\n\nWhen he climbs off of her, I can see the woman clearly for the first time. <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//Azumi!// I think in alarm. <<else>>//The hermaphrodite from my dream.// I think in surprise. <</if>>Her expression is glazed, as if she is there in body, but her mind is elsewhere. From the neck down she is covered in blood from a thousand little cuts across her torso. My every instinct demands that I help her.\n\nVick turns toward me, a smile on his thin lips, "You're just in time." His tone holds a cold satisfaction to it.\n\nMy eyes flicker to the altar, then back to Vick. Suddenly able to move again, I start making my way toward his captive, keeping plenty of distance between Vick and myself.\n\nAll the while, shapes move in the fog. I try to ignore them as best I can, but increasingly I am aware that not all of the shapes are human. I shake my head, trying to clear my increasingly chaotic thoughts enough to focus on the task at hand. \n\n"I'm here to help," I say, hoping <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi <<else>>the hermaphrodite <</if>> is aware enough of what is happening around her to really hear my words. \n\nBy the time I reach the stone table, I'm already taking stock of her injuries. The cuts, while they have resulted in quite a bit of blood loss, do not seem to be individually life threatening, //I need to find some way to cover these cuts, slow the bleeding until I can get her to someone who can help.//\n\nUnseen behind me, the void pulls harder at this strange place, becoming more than it once was and less then the nothing it already is at the same time.\n\nThere's a scream from somewhere in the fog. Short and crisp, ending abruptly. //Tanya.// I'd recognize her voice anywhere.\n\n"You know what comes next," Vick's voice comes from somewhere else within the fog, but I barely register his words, "Welcome back." The last words are barely a whisper at the edge of my perception.\n\n//Thu'ulh, eet chu plech na Zal'chaas,// The strange words come from everywhere at once but echo endlessly within my head, blinding me to any other sound. My state of arousal comes to my attention as a wave of arousal like nothing I have ever experienced before washes over me. \n\nMy cock throbs painfully, a thick bead of precum swinging from the tip. //Beautiful,// I suddenly think, looking at the woman chained to the table before me. Her nakedness arouses me. "You are truly blessed," The words fall from your mouth unbidden. \n\nSomething deep inside of me begins to change, a darkness rising up from where it had been lurking, a darkness that had always resided in your soul. \n\nI fight against these new thoughts, these new feelings, but its like trying to drain the ocean with a bucket. It's a battle that can not be won.\n\nMy eyes drift down her body, admiring her blood smeared breasts as my gaze drifts further down. Reaching out with one hand, I touch the inside of her thigh. \n\nShe replies with a pain filled moan.\n\nMy fingers slide easily into her well fucked hole.\n\n//Welcome back,// Vick's strange choice of words resonate true to me, though I do not how it could possibly be so. While that thought crosses my mind, I start to become aware of the fact that I no longer seem to be in control of my own body. I feel like a stranger in my own body as events begin to unfold beyond my ability to prevent.\n\nClimbing onto the altar, I kneel between her legs. With one hand, I grasp a bloody breast, with the other, I guide myself to her opening. Pushing inside, I have to fight back the need to cum almost instantly, //Such a delightful pussy. So incredibly tight even after the others have taken their turns at her.// I marvel as her cunt grips my girthy cock tightly.\n\nI start to fuck her with slow, even strokes, wanting to make this moment of divinity last just a little longer. My excitement can not be contained however and I've barely managed a dozen thrusts before I shove deep and spill my seed inside of her.\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi <<else>>The hermaphrodite <</if>>shudders in her own orgasm beneath me. But then something changes. I feel a new tightness around my cock, like a hand closing around it from inside of her body. The hand sensually strokes my length several times, milking the last of my seed into the pussy I am balls deep inside of.\n\nI smile as //her// birth begins.\n\n[[Continue.|LowTaintEnd3]]

Outside of my room, I can hear the soft creak of footsteps, punctuated by the sound of a hard soled shoe striking the wooden floor as someone slowly walks down the hallway. Slowly, the footsteps come closer to my room's door until they abruptly stop right outside of my door. \n\nTensing, I reach for my .38 Special. The use polished handle feels good in my hand as my fingers slip around it.\n\nFor several long heartbeats, I wait, not sure if someone is going to knock, or simply break down the door.\n\nAs suddenly as the footsteps stop, I hear the footsteps begin again, walking back the way they came.\n\nMy pulse still pounding, I move towards the door, opening it only as far as I need to in order to glance down the hallway, only to find the hallway empty.\n\nSearching the hallway with my eyes, I see no evidence of whoever was in the hallway just moments before.\n\nConcern creasing my features, [[I close the door once more.|Your room.]]

<<if $HybridFight is 1>>While I walk along the mud caked streets of the run down part of town, I hear a sound that draws my attention. \n\nThe sound comes from inside of a house, one that look abandoned. I can see patches of moss growing on the walls of the building, and the entire structure leans visibly.\n\nI take a few steps towards it before I see something move through a broken window in the side of the house. I can't see the figure clearly, but its obvious from the way it pauses at the same time I see it, that it sees me too.\n\nA split second later, the figure bolts for the structure's door. \n\nYears of serving as a police officer kicks in and even before I think, I'm running around the building to try to cut the figure off before they can reach the front door.\n\nWhen I round the corner, the figure is just bursting from the door. I skid in the mud, nearly landing on my ass as I do so. My hand sinks deep in the mud as I barely avoid my fall. My other hand is already inside my jacket, fingers closing around the handle of my .38 Special.\n\n"Stop!" I shout at the figure.\n\n[[He does nothing of the sort.]]\n\n<<else>>This part of town may have looked like it was in poor repair from a distance, but that doesn't even begin to tell the reality of what I see. All around me, houses that would make a slum look like a high class neighborhood are cobbled together with rotting boards and cracked windows. \n\nI cringe inwardly at the thought of living in a place like this.\n\nAs I walk, the street quickly deteriorates from poor repair, to a mix of mud and potholes.\n\nIn the midst of the chaotic collection of houses, there's a [[little church]]. The tall grass and thorny bushes surrounding it, along with the door hanging askew suggests that the Church hasn't seen use in a long time. \n\nA twisted and rusty old fence stretches from the East side of the Church, encompassing an overgrown cemetery.\n\n<<townlink "Head into the center of town.">>\n\n<<if $Day is 1>>I can see that might be the start of a small trail leading into the forest at the edge of town. I have a momentary urge to see where it leads, but finally decide that I'll have plenty of time to explore the island in more detail starting tomorrow.\n\n//I imagine a little sunlight will make this little town a lot less creepy.//\n\n<<else>>At the edge of town, I can see what looks like the start of a <<traillink "small trail">> leading into the forest.\n\n<</if>><<if $Rose is "Played">>Nearby the old Church, I see a house. The name 'Crow' is carved neatly in a log near the front door of the house. //Guess that makes this the Crow home.//\n\n[[Go see if Rose Crow is home.]]\n\n<</if>><<set $random to random(1,2)>><<if $Twins is "Not Played" and ($Day gte 2 and $Day lte 4) and $random is 1>>"My," A female voice comes from the side of the street.\n\n"Oh my," The voice seems to continue.\n\nI look towards the sound only to find two females, in their late teens from the look of them, standing on the covered porch of a nearby house. The house is a drab gray with little gaps in the walls that I can see slivers of light filtering through.\n\nTry as I might, if it wasn't for the fact that one was wearing a red dress and the other wearing a blue one, I couldn't tell them apart if my life depended on it.\n\n"And who might," One woman begins, brushing a long strand of her blond hair over her ear, "You be, stranger?" The other woman finishes before the first speaks again, "What brings you here?"\n\nEven their voices were a perfect match. I pause in the street, then thinking of no way to exit the situation without coming off as rude, I walk towards the two ladies. //Twins, late teens, breasts like melons,// I quickly push the train of thought aside.\n\n"I'm <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>," You reply to their question, "I'm here looking for someone."\n\nThe girls giggle, grins blossoming on their faces with all the beauty of a rare flower blooming on a warm summer day, "Well," The first one begins, "It seems you found someone," The second continues, "Or rather a couple of someones," The first one finishes.\n\nPart of me is creeped out by the way they continue each other's sentences, their speech so flawless that I'd never know when one stopped and the other began if I closed my eyes. But a larger part of me is fascinated.\n\n"Sister, I recognize," The first says, "that look," the second sister finishes. Both girls giggle again, sultry looks on their faces.\n\nI'm left speechless, tongue tied as I struggle to find anything intelligent to say, or even pry my eyes away from their ample bosoms.\n\n"Sister, may we play with this one?" My eyes finally snap up to their faces when I realize that the second girl spoke first this time, not only that, but she actually completed a sentence without her sister speaking as well.\n\n"Yes sister, you may ask him in to play," The first sister speaks.\n\nBoth girls bite their lip as they smile, and for the first time since laying eyes on them, I can tell them apart as the first sister merely smiles and the second blushes, causing her pale skin to turn a warm red tone.\n\nThe first sister meets my gaze evenly while the second looks downward shyly, "Would you like to come inside for a little while?" The second sister asks softly, "We would enjoy your company very much," The first sister picks up where the second left off.\n\n[[Follow them inside?|Lebron Home. First]]\n\n<<set $Twins to "Played">><<elseif $Twins is "Played">>I glance toward the house, noticing the light filtering through little holes in the walls. I can hear giggling coming from somewhere inside. [[Visit the Lebron sisters?|Lebron Home.]]<</if>><<if $JackobsonOpen is "Played">>A thin trickle of smoke rises from a chimney to my left. When I look at the front of the house, I see that its in every bit as bad of shape as most of the other houses in the area, bits of light filtering out through small cracks in the wall to make the house look as if its trying to glow from within. A long bit of driftwood has been nailed to the wall beside the door, and it appears that someone used a knife to carve the name //Jackobson// into it.\n\n[[Knock on Mr Jackobsons door.]]<</if>><</if>><<if $Day gte 4 and $HybridFight is 0>><<set $HybridFight += 1>><</if>>

<<if $Madness gte 3>>Just before I step over the threshold, //her// voice becomes agitated as it echoes inside of my skull. The sound turning to something eerily similar to laughter before suddenly stopping.\n\nThe sudden loss of her whispers stops me dead in my tracks. Part of me wants to step back outside, to hear the comforting, //arousing// sound of her voice again, while the rest of me rejoices at the sudden freedom from her grasp.\n\nI make it only a couple of steps into the old abandoned church before I sag to my knees, laughing and crying both at the relief I feel.\n\nHearing only the sound of my own thoughts in my head, I blink through the tears, looking at the church and wondering if this holy place is somehow able to keep //her// at bay.\n\nMy whole life, I had struggled with the concept of God, never being a real believer, but for a few seconds I allowed myself to believe that there might just be something bigger than myself out there that could possibly protect me from this ever present corruption I find myself surrounded by.\n\nI nearly open my mouth to utter a prayer, but quickly dismiss the notion. //If there is a God out there, he doesn't give a damn about me, or this place.//\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>When I enter the old abandoned church, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. \n\nIt only takes me a second to realize that the constant soft whispers in the back of my mind have silenced.\n\nA tremor goes through my body, though I am not enirely sure if its because of relief that the whispers have stopped, or because the sound of her voice has been so suddenly ripped away from me.\n\n//This place, it must somehow hold her at bay.//\n\nI start to laugh, unshed tears welling up in my eyes as a sense of relief washes over me. \n\nAfter a while, I regain my composure. My temporary relief dashed as I realize I have to leave this church eventually.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>A sense of unease washes over me as I step over the threshold into the old abandoned church. As I do so, the soft whispers I didn't even realize were there seem to quiet in the back of my mind. \n\nThe sudden quiet is almost deafening.\n\n<<else>>Stepping into the church, I find myself a little unsettled by the stillness of the place. //Its like a tomb.// I think darkly.\n\nShaking the thought, I return my attention to why I am here.\n\n<<endif>>[[Continue.|stepping carefully inside.]]\n

Walking through the old church, I step on a board that makes an alarmingly loud creak. The sound echoing through the rafters overhead in the otherwise silent place.\n\nStopping, I take a moment to inspect the warped board on the floor, but see nothing unusual.\n\n[[Continue.|stepping carefully inside.]]

<<if $Depravity lte 5>>My head snaps around when I hear a soft growl just behind me. What I see is a large dog, a mut, its hair matted to its body from all the rain. It bares its teeth at me and its growl seems to deepen.\n\nI take a cautious step away from the animal, my hand reaching inside my jacket to find the comforting weight of my .38 Special.\n\nAnother step away from the animal, and its grown begins to soften. I continue to move away from the animal, never letting my eyes leave it. \n\nEventually, the animal turns, a glint of red beneath it that can only be its erect psnit, before it runs out of sight between two delapidated buildings.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Depravity lte 8>>My head snaps around when I hear a soft growl just behind me. What I see is a large dog, a mut, its hair matted to its body from all the rain. It bares its teeth at me and its growl seems to deepen.\n\nI take a cautious step away from the animal, my hand reaching inside my jacket to find the comforting weight of my .38 Special.\n\nAnother step away from the animal, and its grown begins to soften. I continue to move away from the animal, never letting my eyes leave it. \n\nEventually, the animal turns, a glint of red beneath it that can only be its erect penis, before it runs out of sight between two delapidated buildings.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 95>>I feel a shudder pass through me, my knees becoming weak for a moment as I feel myself flush with arousal, //My God, that thing is huge.// I bite my lip, //I wonder what that would feel like inside of me?// My new pussy quivers at the thought. \n\nFeeling sudden disgust at my train of thought, I try to put the encounter out of my mind\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 70>>I shudder slightly, thinking about the size of the dog's impressive cock. //I wonder what has it so worked up?// I think, noticing that my little cock is hard as wel.\n\n<<else>>Part of me is impressed by the dog's cock, but I quickly stamp the thought down. //What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking about things like that!//\n\n<</if>>[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>><<if $Taint gte 95>>My head snaps around when I hear a soft growl just behind me. What I see is a large dog, a mut, its hair matted to its body from all the rain. It bares its teeth at me and its growl seems to deepen.\n\nI take a cautious step away from the animal, my hand reaching inside my jacket to find the comforting weight of my .38 Special.\n\nAnother step away from the animal, and its grown begins to soften. I continue to move away from the animal, never letting my eyes leave it. \n\nThe dog lets out a little whimper, its head quickly stooping under itself.\n\nI see its long tongue lap out, licking its angry red cock several times. \n\nI can't help but watch in fascination as a dribble of doggy cum leaks from its tip. My own tongue flicks out, subconsciously licking my own lips.\n\nThe dog looks back at me, and I feel an almost overwhelming urge to touch its impressive cock, to feel its heat in the palm of my hand, to taste it on my tongue, or maybe even feel it thrusting into me. Swallowing hard, my pussy becoming slick with my juices.\n\n[[Give in and play with the dog a little.|Puppy Love F1]]\n\n[[Give in and let the dog fuck you.|Puppy Love F2]]\n\n[[Quickly leave.|Run down part of town.]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 70>>My head snaps around when I hear a soft growl just behind me. What I see is a large dog, a mut, its hair matted to its body from all the rain. It bares its teeth at me and its growl seems to deepen.\n\nI take a cautious step away from the animal, my hand reaching inside my jacket to find the comforting weight of my .38 Special.\n\nAnother step away from the animal, and its grown begins to soften. I continue to move away from the animal, never letting my eyes leave it. \n\nThe dog lets out a little whimper, its head quickly stooping under itself.\n\nI see its long tongue lap out, licking its angry red cock several times. \n\nI can't help but watch in fascination as a dribble of doggy cum leaks from its tip. My own tongue flicks out, subconsciously licking my own lips.\n\nThe dog looks back at me, and I feel an almost overwhelming urge to touch its impressive cock, to feel its heat in the palm of my hand, to taste it on my tongue. Swallowing hard, I can feel my little cock throbbing painfully in my pants.\n\n[[Give in.|Puppy Love M]]\n\n[[Quickly leave.|Run down part of town.]]<<else>>My head snaps around when I hear a soft growl just behind me. What I see is a large dog, a mut, its hair matted to its body from all the rain. It bares its teeth at me and its growl seems to deepen.\n\nI take a cautious step away from the animal, my hand reaching inside my jacket to find the comforting weight of my .38 Special.\n\nAnother step away from the animal, and its grown begins to soften. I continue to move away from the animal, never letting my eyes leave it. \n\nThe dog lets out a little whimper, its head quickly stooping under itself.\n\nI see its long tongue lap out, licking its angry red cock several times. \n\nI watch in fascination as a dribble of doggy cum leaks from its tip.\n\nThe dog looks back at me, and I feel an almost overwhelming urge to touch its impressive cock, to feel its heat in the palm of my hand, to taste it on my tongue.\n\n[[Give in.|Puppy Love M]]\n\n[[Quickly leave.|Run down part of town.]]\n\n<</if>><</if>>

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[[What's your story?]]\n\n[[What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?]]<<if $RuinsOpen is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Who is SHE?]]\n\n[[Do you know anything about a guy named Tom?]]<<if $Pastor is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask Vick about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 95>> \n\n[[Ask Vick about your transformation.]]<</if>><<if $VickSex is "Played">><<if $Mutation lte 7>>\n\n[[Have sex with Vick|getVickLink()]]<</if>><</if>>\n\nor\n[[Done talking to Vick.|Enter the Log Cabin.]]

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>>Everything seems to happen at once, my own posture changes as I prepare to fight something that is easily half again as large as I am. At the same time, the female monstrocity across from me makes a sound deep in its throat, the madness in its eyes vanishing behind a deep seething rage.\n\n<<silently>>\n<<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(13,15)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(11,13)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(8,9)>>\n<<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</silently>>[[Fight.|BookFightCore]]<<set $BookFight to "Played">>

<<if $GooCounter is 0 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>A short distance a head of me, I see a figure, their heavy jacket pulled tightly around themselves and a wide brimmed hat on their head.\n\nThe person doesn't seem to notice me as they cross the street, disappearing down an aley.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>A short distance a head of me, I see a figure, their heavy jacket pulled tightly around themselves and a wide brimmed hat on their head.\n\nThe figure pauses half way across the street, turning towards me. For a split second, I think I see a mass of tentacles where their mouth belongs. In the time it takes me to blink, the figure has turned away from me.\n\nThe figure quickly continues across the street before disappearing into an alley.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 2 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>I see a figure standing in the middle of the street, facing towards me. The figure's heavy jacket and wide brimmed hat have a slow but steady drip of water coming off them from the light rain.\n\nMy walk slows, unsure of what is going on. \n\nThe figure doesn't have a shirt on, a mass of tentacles twitching and writhing from where his belly should be visible, suction cups like an octopus' cover the tentacles from every conceivable angle.\n\nWhere a normal mouth should be, a gaping maw with two rows of teeth dominate the face.\n\nI tremble at the sight, my hand going to the handle of my .38 Special.\n\nThe figure stands there for another heartbeat, then turns, walking quickly into a nearby aley.\n\nI stand there in the cold rain for several more seconds, my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. \n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<else>>A short distance a head of me, I see a figure, their heavy jacket pulled tightly around themselves and a wide brimmed hat on their head.\n\nThe person doesn't seem to notice me as they cross the street, disappearing into an alley.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Head into the center of town.]]<</if>>

The sound of heavy rain hitting my window wakes me while strong wind rattles the building. The force of the wind and rain is so much that I can see water leaking into the room around the window that graces my wall.\n\nA flash of light fills the room followed less than a second later by a deep rolling thunder that seems to drag on forever.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly before [[crawling out of bed.|Your room.]]

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<<if $Day gte 5>>Even as the rain falls, I can see thin whisps of fog still clinging to the ground.\n\nMy eyes linger on the strange phenomenon as I walk, wondering how the fog can persist in the face of all this rain.\n\n[[Continue through the rain.|Run down part of town.]] <<else>>I feel a slight chill go up my spine as I walk. I can see a thin fog, seemingly clinging to the cracks in the road, to the gutters, and to the drooping, half dead plants eking out an existence among the soggy earth.\n\nFor a moment, I pause, looking at the fog. The fog seems to move slightly, but always at the corner of my vision, never where I can see it clearly.\n\nFeeling uneasy, I begin to walk again.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>

Aaron's eyes narrow slightly, "What do you want to know about?" He asks suspiciously. <<if $Mutation gte 4>> The way he looks at me, I can tell he notices the changes I've experienced since coming to Wanton Cove, though he doesn't say anything about it. Instead, he looks kind of //amused.// I bristle at the thought.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>I let my eyes drift past Aaron, trying to look past him at the shadows behind the bar, //The shadows belong to her,// My eyes flicker about the imediate area, seeing dark shadows everywhere. \n\nI'm brought back to my senses as Aaron clears his throat. I instantly become aware that I've been mumbling to myself.\n\nClosing my eyes, I count backwards from ten, then let out the breath I had been holding. //Maybe, just maybe, he'll make a mistake and reveal the truth to me this time. He's her minion, and I will make him my tool.//\n\nSwallowing a lump in my throat, //Or maybe she's controlling him and any clue he gives me is mearly misdirection. Best to listen to what he has to say, then believe none of it.// A giggle escapes my lips before I can suppress it. Some small part of my mind recognizes the madness in the sound.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>//He's working with //her// I just know it.// I tremble slightly, a shiver running through me, //I need to be careful about what I ask of him, lest I rise suspicion.//\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>//There's something off about Aaron. He's hiding things. I wonder,// I brush the dark line of thought to the side and focus on the present.\n\n//After all, speculation about //her// can wait for the moment.//\n\n<<else>><<endif>>\n\nAsk about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>>[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<<endif>><<if $Day is 2>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<<endif>><<endif>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<<endif>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]\n<<endif>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<<endif>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]\n<<endif>><<if $Madness gte 1>>[[Ask about HER.]]\n<<endif>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\n\n[[Back|Aaron]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>The sound of the rain hitting the ocean fills my ears as I look out over the water. The clouds on the distance seem to roil ominously. <<else>>As I walk, a light drizzle begins.\n\nAll around me, it's as if the air simply became //so// saturated with moisture that it can no longer hold it all, but is reluctant to release the water it holds.\n\nReluctantly, I pull my long coat a little tighter around myself.<<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on my way.|the waterfront]]

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<<if $Taint lte 30>>"A good time huh?" I ask.\n\n"If you have the money," Tanya replies.\n\n"Oh?" I know I shouldn't, but I can feel my arousal starting to build, my cock starting to harden in my pants, "And how much are we talking about here?"\n\nThere's a twinkle in her eyes when she replies, "$10." <<elseif $Taint lte 54>>My cock throbs in my pants, aching with an unrelenting need. \n\nSensing my hesitation, Tanya gives me a seductive little smile, "Just $10." She purrs.<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>"Looks like you could use someone to help warm your bed," Tanya gives you a little smile.\n\nSelf conscious of my shrinking cock, I awkwardly fidget before answering, "Maybe some other time."\n\n"Its ok, I'll still show you a good time, no matter what you're packing down below," She replies.<<else>>My new pussy dampens perceptively at the thought of engaging Tanya's services. But at the same moment, my cheeks enflame with embarassment.\n\n"Maybe we can go up to your room for a little while? Have some fun?" She implores.\n\n"Uh," I stammer, "Maybe another time."\n\n"You're sure? I might prefer boy parts, but I know my way around girl parts too," She teases. <</if>>\n\n[[Politely Decline.|Tanya]]\n[[Take Tanya Upstairs|getTanyaLink()]]

No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to pull my eyes off of the man's cock, his length glistening with the woman's juices.\n\nTaking a couple of steps towards him, I fall to my knees right in front of him.\n\nI feel a thrill run through me, part excitement, part fear, and part revulsion at what I find myself wanting to do. Seeing the look on my face, the man merely smiles down at me, pointing his cock straight towards me.\n\nI lean forward, giving the tip a tentative lick, //I can taste her pussy,// I think as the flavor hits my tongue. I give a second, longer lick, letting my tongue linger this time, //Maybe this isn't so bad,// I think as my arousal rapidly increases.\n\nImpatient at my timid approach, the man grabs hold of my head, forcing me down on his cock. Mercifully, he stops half in my mouth, my lips stretched wide over his large cock, before I can gag on his considerable length.\n\nI try to pull back, but the man's grip tightens, refusing my retreat. My eyes widen as he begins to fuck my mouth, never thrusting quite hard enough to make me gag.\n\nIn spite of myself, I find myself enjoying the man's rough treatment. My tongue instinctively twirling around his shaft.\n\n"Oh god, with a little practice you could be a real pro at this," The man says in clear approval.\n\nA hint of a smile touches my lips before I can suppress it, "I'm going to cum," The man groans, thrusting his cock down my throat. I can feel his big cock throb and swell in my throat, a moment later, I feel warmth gushing down my throat and into my belly. My eyes widen in surprise as I realize that he's cumming down my throat.\n\nWith a satisfied groan, the man pulls his cock out, leaving me gasping for breath, his last trickle of cum coating my tongue with his salty, slimy seed.\n\nThe man grinned down at me, his smile a hint unkind. "You'll make a good little slut," He growls.\n\nPutting the odd comment aside, I wipe my mouth. My eyes flicker to the woman, who watched the whole scene with an amused smile on her lips.\n\nTurning away from both of them, I quickly exit the room.\n\nA minute later, [[I find myself back in my own room.|Your room.]]\n\n<<set $Depravity += 1>><<set $Taint += 3>>\n

<<if $Depravity lte 6>>A mixture of fear and excitement course through me as I discard the last of my clothing on the floor.\n\nThe man smiles, my hands instinctively moving to hide my breasts and pussy from his gaze, only causing him to smile wider.\n\nThe woman moves towards the head of the bed, making more room for me to get on the bed. Crawling onto the bed from the foot, I'm not even fully on the bed before the man moves to stand behind me. I feel one, then a second hand on my hips as I finish climbing onto the bed.\n\nI close my eyes, fighting back a momentary urge to run from the room. \n\nThe hands on my hips slide over my ass, massaging the flesh as they drift slowly between my legs. By the time his fingers part the folds of my pussy, I can feel a trickle of my arousal running down the inside of my thigh.\n\nI'm lost in the sensations coursing through my body, his talented fingers dancing over my pussy, teasing, but never penetrating, my opening.\n\nDispair flickers through me when I feel his fingers withdraw, but a second later I feel something slide between the lips of my pussy again, nudging at the opening of my pussy. //That's not his finger anymore!//<<elseif $Depravity lte 8>>With the last of my clothing falling to the floor around me, I start to climb up onto the bed.\n\nThe man smiles at me, his eyes trailing over my body. I fight back the urge to try hiding my body. My pussy aching with need, I can feel moisture beginning to coat the inside of my thighs.\n\nThe woman moves to make room for me on the bed, the smile on her lips reminicent of the one on the man's.\n\nOnce fully on the bed, resting on my elbows with my ass in the air, I spread my legs a little, feeling the lips of my pussy part. \n\nThe man's hands find my ass, sliding over the sensitive skin, causing me to shudder in pleasure, before one of his hands slides between my legs. A single finger parts the folds of my pussy, gliding along my slit and lightly probing at my opening.\n\nWhen his finger vanishes suddenly, I know what comes next. The bed rocks slightly as the man moves into position behind me, his cock bumping my ass before finding its way between my legs where it slides along my wet slit, its tip brushing over my clit like an electric current.<<elseif $Depravity gte 9>>I feel a thrill of excitement, only matched by my desperate arousal, as the last of my clothes hit the floor.\n\nThe man's eyes slide over my body, a faint smile growing on his lips. Reaching up, I cup both breasts, lightly pinching my nipples, causing them to harden. Looking back at the man, his erection throbbing, as a smile starts to play along my own lips.\n\n//God, I need this so badly,// I think, unashamed.\n\nCrawling onto the bed, my ass in the air, I glance at the man as he slips off the bed and moves behind me, "I want you inside of me," The words leave my mouth, not surprising me nearly as much as I think they should.\n\nIt only takes the man a moment to move into position, one hand holding my hip, while the other guides his rigid member towards its target.<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the man a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.<<endif>>\n\nIts not long before we have a regular rhythm, I instinctively thrust back every time he thrusts forward, his hips slapping against my ass loudly with every impact. \n\n<<if $GooCounter is 0>>In front of me, the woman is watching me, a smile on her face as she furiously rubs her clit.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>Before me, the woman is watching me, her legs spread lewdly, her fingers splaying her pussy open so I can see straight up into her. A slow trickle of white fluid ooses out of her hole. //He must have cum inside of her already.//<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>With both hands between her legs, the woman watches me. One hand holds her pussy spread, while she frantically thrusts three fingers into her sopping cunt with the other.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>>\n\nI hear myself moan like a whore, I know I should be ashamed of the sound, but the feeling of the man's cock thrusting into my needy hole just feels too good.\n\nWhen the man's thrusts begin to increase in pace, I can feel a powerful orgasm start to crest, my whole body tensing, my pussy clamping down on his invading member, as I shudder in bliss.\n\nPressing tightly up against me, I can feel his cock swell suddenly, pulsing as I feel the heat of his seed filling up my pussy. The man holds himself inside of me as I come down from my orgasm, his cock slowly softening inside of me.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>The moment he slips free of my hole, I crawl off the bed and reach for my clothing. I try to ignore the feeling of the man's seed trickling down the inside of my thigh. I've barely finished dressing myself before I'm out the door of their room.<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>When he slips free of my well used hole, I turn to watch him, my eyes lingering on his cock. \n\nMy heart races, a hint of my arousal returning when he smiles at me, "You should join us again some time," He says, reaching down to pick up my clothes and handing them to me.\n\nAs I begin to dress myself, the woman crawls to the man, taking his soft member into her mouth, and within seconds, he has begun to return to his former hardness.\n\nA moment later, I exit the room.<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>When the man's shrinking cock slips free of my well used hole, I smile to myself, "I really needed that," I say, almost absently.\n\n"Any time," The man says. The girl's smile assures me that she'd welcome my return as well.\n\nGathering my clothes, I exit the room, a contented smile on my face, and the man's cum leaking slowly from my cunt.<</if>>\n\n[[I return to my room.|Your room.]]<<set $Depravity += 1>><<set $Taint += 4>>

Reaching the door to the general store, I start to step inside.\n\nWith almost no warning, someone in a heavy brown raincoat pushes roughly through the doorway, knocking me out of the way in the process.\n\nI half turn to confront the figure, only to see them splashing across the street towards another figure. The second figure, their features hidden in the shadows created by the hood of their rain coat.\n\nAs soon as the first figure finishes crossing the street, the two exchange a few words, their movements animated, but from where I'm standing, I can't hear any of what they are saying.\n\nLetting my gaze linger on the pair for a few seconds longer, I then turn my attention back towards the [[General Store]].

Nearing the fountain, I can see a faint glow.\n\nI step forward, looking into the water where the glow is coming from.\n\nAt first, I think it's a jellyfish of some kind, but I know that doesn't make any sense.\n\n<<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>Looking closer, I realize that it is instead a glob of White Goo, slowly settling towards the bottom of the pool of water.<<else>>Looking closer, I see a glob of something white, thick and luminescent, slowly settling towards the bottom of the pool of water.<<set $SailorGoo to "Played">><<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]

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"You mentioned that your brother left on a fishing boat when we talked on the waterfront," I say.\n\nA half smile touches her lips, "Since our parents passed a few years back, Felix has been taking care of me. He gives me whatever he makes fishing, God bless his soul, and I care for the house and do the cooking and cleaning." Just a hint of color creeps into her cheeks.\n\n//You'd think they were married the way she is behaving.// I think.\n\n"I think he's been seeing a girl here in town, but he wont tell me anything about her," She continues.\n\n//Or maybe not.// I mentally add to my earlier thought.\n\n"Not much else to tell, he's always been a good brother and a decent, God fearing man. But I don't see him often because he's gone on one of the fishing boats for days, sometimes weeks, at a time."\n\nSensing that she does not have much more to add, I change the subject.\n\n[[Did you think of anything you could add about the waterfront?]]\n\n[[What about the man with the limp you mentioned before?]]\n\n[[Tell me a little about yourself?]]\n\n[[You seemed a little intimidated by Aaron?]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n\n[[Ask about Pastor Erkon|Sherwood Pastor Talk]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.]]<</if>>\n\n<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Ms Sherwood what she knows about Azumi.]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[Done asking questions for now.|Ms Sherwood's House]]<<set $Felix to "Played">>

<<if $RuinsLeftBehind is "Not Played">>I almost pass the building when I notice something inside. Something that does not belong. \n\nPivoting toward the portal leading inside, I scan the area around me for signs of danger before entering.\n\nInside, I barely look at the interior as I home in on what first drew my attention.\n\nScattered across the floor of the place are loose papers, bits of torn clothing and an assortment of other small objects. Near the far side of the room is an old brown rucksack that the items presumably came from.\n\n//Looks like someone, //or something// pulled everything out. Who did the bag belong to, and what happened to them?//\n\nThe thought is heavy in my mind as I begin to look through the scattered belongings. //The paper is dry and new, can't be very old at all.//\n\nI pick up a piece of the paper, finding it blank, then reach for another that I can see writing upon.\n\nThe new piece of paper answers the question of 'Who' but at the same time creates so many new questions that I don't even know where to start.\n\n//This is Tom's handwriting,// I feel anger boiling up inside of me as I look at the shorthand on the paper, unable to make sense of much of it, //Damn it kid, I'm here to help you, why can't you make this easy by using English like anyone else.//\n\nFor a long time, I rummage through the room, any piece of paper I find that contains writing on it I gather up in the hopes of learning something useful later from it.\n\nWith a fist full of papers, I sigh heavily, //What happened here? And possibly just as importantly, what does this mean?// I wonder darkly as I make my way toward the exit of the small building.\n\n<<set $RuinsLeftBehind to "Played">><<else>>I recognize the small structure the moment I lay eyes on it, //It's where I found Tom's pack,// I think.\n\nA sound from inside the building ensures that my attention is focused almost exclusively on it. I inch my way toward the portal that leads inside, the soft sound resolving itself into a soft babbling chittering sound.\n\nI stop short, suddenly tense. The last few inches to the entrance seem to take me a lifetime to traverse. When I can finally see inside, I can see a mass of tentacles, //The Tentacled Thing,// moving about inside. It seems particularly interested in Tom's old bag and scattered belongings.\n\n//Is that thing intelligent? Is it searching for something? Or is it just drawn by scent?//\n\nThat final thought sobers my mind significantly, and I begin to quietly back away from the building before the tentacled thing can potentially smell me, . . . . assuming that's even how it detects its prey.\n\nAs soon as I am far enough away that I think it won't be able to hear me, my pace quickens significantly as I try to put some distance between myself and whatever that vile thing is.\n\n<</if>>[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]\n

A building, larger than most, looms before me. I take a few hesitant steps toward it. An oval portal acts as a door, whether that was its original purpose or not, and I move steadily toward it.\n\nStepping inside, my attention is drawn to the light emanating from within.\n\nMy eyes fall on a monolithic statue, perhaps twenty feet high and suspended from the ceiling to dangle several feet off the ground.\n\n//It looks like the thing I encountered when I first arrived at the ruins, but somehow it feels much larger.// My eyes drift over the smooth stone contours, taking in the long thin tentacles, the all too frequent eyes, and the countless mouths filled with all manner of teeth. If that was all, then it would be an almost perfect match for the tentacled thing, but that isn't all. Among the mass are orbs, each orb somehow part of the thing though I can not see how they are attached and glowing an eerie yellow green that makes my skin crawl.\n\nI have no idea how long I stood there, staring at it, horrified and mesmerized at the same time. \n\nIt's not until I hear a chittering babble from somewhere inside of the building that I return to my senses.\n\nNot wanting to encounter the tentacled thing if I can help it, I quickly vacate the building.\n\nEven as I move away, the terrible visage plagues my mind. \n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]\n

//Glu-glurk!// The sudden sound pulls my attention towards the old fountain. As I watch, it makes another low thick sound. \n\nFrom the top of the fountain I can see a bit of blackish green sludge ooze from the top of the fountain.\n\nAfter a while, when the sound does not repeat itself, I lean closer for a better look at whatever came out of the fountain, seeing a kind of slime, most likely some form of algae. \n\n[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]\n

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I almost fail to see it among the paving stones beneath my feet. But when I see it, my eyes are riveted. \n\nA smear of something, or rather the remnants of it can be seen on the paving stones. It doesn't take much imagination to come to the conclusion that this was a puddle of White Goo.\n\nKneeling at the spot, I throw a cautious glance around myself before focusing on the smear. Sure enough, it looks as if that's exactly what it once was.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 39>>I look at the smear for a long moment. Some small part of me wants to reach out and touch it, but I force the thought down.\n\nA minute later, after I realize there is nothing to learn from the spot, I move away from it.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>Looking at the stuff, I begin to feel an urge to reach out, to touch the smear, to //consume.//\n\nI lick my lips, salivating. Then when I realize that there's something //wrong// with how I'm looking at the stuff I quickly move away from it.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>I struggle, my will barely keeping me from trying to scrape up any remnant of the White Goo. Something deep inside of me pushes back just as hard, urging me to touch, to hold, to //consume//. \n\nAfter a few seconds, I growl in frustration. I manage to stop myself, my hand poised over the smear, then I quickly move back away from the stuff before the urge to reach out can become any stronger.\n\n<<else>>I lack the will to resist my urge. I reach out, scraping at the stones with my bare fingers, hoping that there's enough White Goo remaining to touch, to hold, to //consume//. \n\nAfter a few seconds, I growl in frustration. Then leaning forward I begin to lick the ground. I can feel a faint tingle on my tongue, but I am still unable to get any noteworthy amount of the stuff off of the stones.\n\n<<set $Taint += 1>><</if>>[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

When a heavy raindrop strikes my head, I glance up toward the forest canopy high above, curious to see if there is a break in the canopy.\n\nInstead my eyes are drawn to the slowly spiraling buildings to each side of me. For several seconds I allow my eyes to linger on the smooth and glistening pillars raising up into the air, piercing the leafy shelter provided by the trees.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

I take a deep breath of the cool wet air, pausing as I do so. While I listen, I can hear a soft sound, like a hushed whisper. It takes me a few moments to realize that I'm hearing the rain hitting the forest canopy far above my head.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

Seeing a gaping broken hole in the side of one of the buildings, I move closer. My eyes trail across the shiny surface of the building, noticing the way the rain water runs down the building's side. \n\nWhen I reach the opening, I lightly kick at a chunk of wall, noting how light it feels when it moves. Turning my eyes to the hole, I look at the edge. In spite of the jagged edges, I can see that the interior of the material looks just like the outside.\n\nCuriously I reach up to touch the edges of the break, realizing that even though it looks the same that the texture because of being broken is different than the smooth surface on the outside.\n\nMy eyes shift to the dark interior of the building as I step inside. The space appears to be a single room, I can see indentions in the walls that might have once served as storage spaces, or could have been for something completely different for all I know. To one side I can see a sunken area filled with leaves and other forest refuse. To the other I can see the oval opening that most likely served as a doorway to whoever or whatever once lived here.\n\nNot seeing anything else of interest within the space, I exit the way I came in.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]\n

I can smell rot before I even see the bridge, the smell so heavy in the air it makes me want to gag. \n\nWhen I step around a large tree growing out of the middle of the path, I can see the the path rise up like it is going over a hill. A few steps closer and I realize that its not actually a hill, instead its a gently arched bridge.\n\nThe stone work is clearly impressive, even if centuries of exposure to the elements have dulled the craftsmanship.\n\nI find myself moving just a little quicker as I near the bridge, looking it over and deciding it looks sound before I start to walk across it. \n\nAbout half way across, I stop to look around, first at my surroundings for any signs of danger, then to the bridge itself\n\nThe bridge is perhaps forty paces across with stone rails along the sides that only reach up just a little past my knees. When I step toward the edge of the bridge, I look down into the channel the bridge stretches above, seeing old stagnant water that //must// account for the smell.\n\nI'm almost ready to turn away when I see the water ripple. My interest piqued, I look closer at the water, but my eyes are unable to penetrate the filthy black water to see whatever resides within.\n\nAfter a couple of minutes, and no further sign of whatever is in the water, I finally step away from the edge and finish crossing the bridge.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

The <<if $Day gte 5>>heavy<<else>>light<</if>> rain makes my <<if $Day gte 5>>soaked<<else>>damp<</if>> clothes heavy and chilled. I fight back a shiver as I near the [[top of the bluff.|Bluff]]

The shadows seem to dance at the edge of my vision. A chill goes through me.\n\n//Those aren't normal shadows,// I think, feeling certain deep down that I am right. The hair on my arms stands on end as I see a shadow barely a couple of paces from me clearly moves independent to the broken pillar that is casting it.\n\nI freeze. My hand trembles slightly as I reach for my .38 Special, even though I am certain it will do me no good.\n\nMy eyes are locked on the shadow, but it moves no more. The seconds tick into minutes, and I finally will myself to move. At first I look around, searching for any sign of the shifting shadows, but there is no sign of anything out of the ordinary.\n\nFeeling nearly as uneasy as when the shadows were moving, I move, intent on putting some distance between myself and where I'm currently standing.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

Walking along the ancient road, I discover my path blocked by a massive fallen pillar. \n\nI stop where I am standing, looking at the long pillar, its surface having a slight curl to it. My eyes follow it from the broken end down its considerable length to the pointed tip, //Almost like a massive long seashell.// \n\nTurning slightly, I look up. It only takes me a few seconds to realize that this pillar is actually the pointed spire from one of the nearby buildings, broken off and fallen to the ground. From the looks of the vegetation growing around it, I suspect that the spire has been laying here for a great many years.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]

It does not take me long to find the trail back toward Vicks place, and my sense of unease seems to drive me from the ruins as fast as my feet can propel me through the thick mud without actually breaking into a run.\n\nWhen I near the clearing around Vick's cabin, the sense of unease fades and I allow myself a moment's reprieve. With my hands on my knees I breathe heavily, trying to catch my breath after the laborious trek back from the ruins.\n\n[[Go visit with Vick.|Continue towards the Log Cabin.]]\n\n[[Head back toward town.|Take the West fork of the trail.]]\n

<<if $Day gte 5>>I pause to marvel as the heavy rain lets up suddenly, becoming a weeping rain for several seconds. //Maybe the storm is going to let up?// I have time to winder before the sky opens up with a renewed torrent of heavy rain. <<else>>As I walk, a light drizzle begins.\n\nAll around me, it's as if the air simply became //so// saturated with moisture that it can no longer hold it all, but is reluctant to release the water it holds.\n\nReluctantly, I pull my long coat a little tighter around myself.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

The sidebar display should have just subtracted 5 points of taint.\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Taint -= 5>>

"Looks like some of that White Goo on the body, near the crotch," I probe.\n\nAaron curls his lip slightly, <<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 10>>and I'm not quite sure if its in disgust or contempt,<<else>>perhaps a hint of disgust in his expression,<</if>> "Must be something from the ocean that got on the body," He says.\n\n"In that case, any ideas what could have made that White Goo?" I continue.\n\nAaron shakes his head slowly, "No idea." He finally says.\n\n[[You have any idea who she was?]]\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?]]<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?]]<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?]]<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?]]<</if>><<if $B1Water is "Played">>\n[[Any idea how long she might have been in the water?]]<</if>>\nor\n[[I'm done talking to Aaron.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

[[return|$return]]\n[[Back to Case Notes|Case Notes]]\n\n<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>!!Azumi's Origins.\nMr Morichi did not hesitate to tell me that Azumi was a bit //different// but it didn't take long before I realized he was pointedly avoiding any mention of her mother. I finally contronted him about it.\n\nHe still avoided telling me her name, but he gave me some clues I intend to follow.\n\nIt was supposed to be an arranged marriage, but before the wedding she became pregnant. Apparently she had been nice before that, but her true colors came out after she had a bun in the oven. Mr Morichi was short on details, but he did tell me that she was mean to him and spoke poorly of her unborn baby. He used the term 'Evil' which is a word I suspect he does not use lightly. It sounds like she gave Mr Morichi her baby without a second thought. Did she do so because Azumi was a hermaphrodite, or was there some other reason?\n\nGuess my next course of action is to ask around, //delicately//, to see if I can't learn a bit more.\n\n\n<<elseif $MotherTalk is "Next">>!!Azumi's Origins.\nMr Morichi did not hesitate to tell me that Azumi was a bit //different// but it didn't take long before I realized he was pointedly avoiding any mention of her mother. I finally contronted him about it.\n\nHe still avoided telling me her name, but he gave me some clues I intend to follow.\n\nIt was supposed to be an arranged marriage, but before the wedding she became pregnant. Apparently she had been nice before that, but her true colors came out after she had a bun in the oven. Mr Morichi was short on details, but he did tell me that she was mean to him and spoke poorly of her unborn baby. He used the term 'Evil' which is a word I suspect he does not use lightly. It sounds like she gave Mr Morichi her baby without a second thought. Did she do so because Azumi was a hermaphrodite, or was there some other reason?\n\nAfter talking with Azumi, I'm just as confused as I was before. She did however tell me that she had met the woman at least once. Whoever Azumi's mother is, it sounds like she treated her own daughter every bit as cruel as she did her child's father.\n\nI find myself convinced that this is part of something bigger, like looking at a photograph that is out of focus so you can see that there are people in it, but not quite being able to make out exactly who. There's more than a mother who didn't want her child here, but I'm not sure exactly what yet.\n \n\n<</if>><<if $Body1a is "Played">>!!Body on the beach. \nMy second day in Wanton Cove, a female body washed up on the rocky shore. When I arrived, Aaron and Ms. Sherwood were both there. It is difficult to say for sure if there was foul play involved at this time. I've decided to document what I can for the authorities when I get back to the mainland. Even if I can't figure out what happened for sure, it should give them a head start on any investigation they might launch.\n\n<<if $Body1A is "Not Played">>Aaron seemed distracted, almost bored when I interviewed him. His casual acceptance of a naked female body washing up on shore seemed, . . . . off.\n\n<</if>><<if $Body1S is "Not Played">>Ms Sherwood seemed skittish and unsettled. That's a reaction that I'm used to seeing at a scene like that, someone who has seen something horrible and can't make sense of it in their head yet. \n\nWhat it says about me that I hardly bat an eyelash when confronted with a scene like that?\n\nOnce she's had a bit of time to process the scene a little, I might be able to learn more from her. I'll have to make a point of talking with her later.\n\n\n<</if>><</if>><<if $DOneSighting is "Played">>!!Body in the water.\nThere was a body in the water off the bluff. Naked and female. I wanted to go down and retrieve it, but there was no way to get there safely without a boat. More troubling was what else I saw. There were a group of some kind of fish men who pulled the body under and took it who knows where.\n\n\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>!!Fountain.\nFountain in the Park. The centerpiece of the park, and honestly, it looks like the oldest thing in Wanton Cove. There are some strange engravings along the base of the statue, and while they seem to have pattern to them, I can make no sense of them. I can't help the feeling that I should recognize the language the winding scrawl is written in.<<if $FountainInvestigation is "Played">>\n\nI was able to decipher some of the symbols on the fountain using what I have learned from the old book from the Church. The two are connected, but I don't know enough yet to even begin to piece things together yet.\n\n<</if>><<if $RuinAaron is "true">>Phil wasn't able to tell me much about the ruins, but he did mention that Aaron used to frequent the area when he was a kid. I don't know if that's going to prove important, but it does mean I can likely learn something about the place from him if I can just figure out how to ask.\n\n<</if>><<if $RuinsMorichi is "Played">>Mr Morichi was able to share an interesting perspective on the ruins on this island. He seems to think the ruins might have been why the island was settled in the first place. He also suggested that the ruins aren't entirely abandoned. There was no attempt to disuade me from visiting the ruins, but it was clear he was concerned for my safety assuming I chose to seek them out.\n\n<</if>>\n<</if>><<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>!!Statues in front of Church.\nThe pair of statues at the front of the Church look old. But why would anyone put figures of such grotesque perversion in front of such a Holy place?\n\nWhile the male statue makes me want to tremble in fear, to flee Wanton Cove, the other statue captivates me on equal measure. Her feminine body, her featureless face. So perfect a match for the crime scene that it can't be coincidence.\n\n\n<</if>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>!!White Goo. \nThis strange goo has a slight luminescent quality to it. It has the texture of semen, but has a slimy, sticky quality that causes it to cling to anything that it touches. It smells salty sweet.\n\n\n<</if>><<if $Jackobson is "Second">>!!Pastor.\nWhile I have nothing in the way of physical evidence concerning Pastor Erkon, I feel like there's something off about the situation. The story that Aaron at the Barmaid's Daughter, and Mr Jackobson in the old part of town, said to me were too similar in many ways. I suspect that there is something more that no one is telling me.\n\n<</if>><<if $Jackobson is "Duncel">>!!Pastor.\nWhile I have nothing in the way of physical evidence concerning Pastor Erkon, I feel like there's something off about the situation. The story that Aaron at the Barmaid's Daughter, and Mr Jackobson in the old part of town, said to me were too similar in many ways. I suspect that there is something more that no one is telling me.\n\nAfter walking up to the bluff for a closer look, it created more questions than answers. \n\n<</if>><<if $PastorConfront is "Played">>!!Pastor Victor Erkon.\nThe whole "Pastor committed suicide" narrative fell apart when I realized that Vick was the pastor, alive and, maybe not well but at least of sound body. There's something more going on here, but I'm not sure what. What at first looked like a suspicious suicide now looks like some form of cover up.\n\n<</if>> <<if $glade is "true">>!!Strange Plants:\nI encountered some form of plant in the forest. It made me think of those Venus fly trap things, only it used vines and flowers to restrain me while it //mated// with me and tried to implant something inside of me. When it was done raping me, the whole plant just whithered and died. I'm honestly uncertain if the thing was somehow trying to breed with me, or if it's intent was something else entirely.\n\n<</if>>\n[[Back to Case Notes|Case Notes]]\n[[return|$return]]

//Beautiful,// I suddenly think, looking at the woman chained to the table before me. Her nakedness fixates my attention. "You are truly blessed," The words fall from your mouth unbidden. \n\nSomething deep inside of me begins to change, a darkness rising up from where it had been lurking, a darkness that had always resided in your soul. \n\nI fight against these new thoughts, these new feelings, but its like trying to drain the ocean with a bucket. It's a battle that can not be won.\n\nMy eyes drift down her body, admiring her blood smeared breasts as my gaze drifts further down. Reaching out with one hand, I touch the inside of her thigh. \n\nShe replies with a pain filled moan.\n\nMy fingers slide easily into her well fucked hole.\n\n//You should be ashamed at how far you have fallen. You had such potential,// Vick's strange choice of words resonate true to me, though I do not how it could possibly be so. While that thought crosses my mind, I start to become aware of the fact that I no longer seem to be in control of my own body. I feel like a stranger in my own body as events begin to unfold beyond my ability to prevent.\n\nMy hands begin to drift over her body, fondling her breasts and gently stroking her cock. After a few minutes, I climb onto the altar with her.\n\nStraddling her, I position her penis at my opening before starting to ease myself down on it.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as her cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of her cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nI'm so wet that even as a virgin my pussy offers little resistance to her entry. I only stop when I feel the tip of her cock press against my hymen.\n\nTaking a deep breath, I plunge down, my body shuddering in orgasm as her member throbs inside of me.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes a second for me to line her cock up with my slick hole. With pleasure, I slide down her length, until her entire length is inside of me.\n\nI shudder as I cum, my juices flooding out of my hole around the base of her cock.\n\n<<endif>>In the throes of pleasure, I ride her, my hips riding up and down rapidly It is not long before I feel her swell and throb inside of me, her cum gushing into my tight cunt.\n\nCollapsing on top of her, I feel her start to soften inside of me before I slip off of her, and the altar. \n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Azumi <<else>>The hermaphrodite <</if>>shudders in what seems to be an aftershock of her orgasm. \n\nI desperately want to crawl back on top of her, to feel her filling me again, but I know deep down that the time for that has passed.\n\nI smile as //her// birth begins.\n\n[[Continue.|HighTaintEnd5]]

I'm almost to the docks when I hear a shout, "Cast off!" The voice calls clearly<<if $Day gte 5>> over the sound of the rain<</if>>.\n\nMy attention turns to the call. \n\nI see a fishing boat at the dock, half a dozen sailors, at least half of them female working to free the ship from the dock.\n\nAs the sailors work, I can hear the big diesel engine roar, the ship starting to move sluggishly backwards.\n\nThe sailors barely have time to free the last rope holding the boat to the dock before it starts to pull towards the cove's outlet.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

"That fountain in the park." I begin, "What can you tell me about the inscriptions along it's base?"\n\nAaron looks honestly confused, "I don't know anything about inscriptions on the fountain."\n\n<<if $Madness gte 2>>//Liar!!! You know! You're //her// creature!// A voice in the back of my mind screams madly. I try to silence it, but it only seems to scream louder. When my eyes turn to the shadows in one corner of the room, the voice suddenly silences with a whimper. \n\nIt takes me a few seconds, but I'm eventually able to focus my attention back on what Aaron just said.<<endif>>\n\nSighing inwardly, "Do you know of anyone around Wanton Cove that might know something about it?" I ask hopefully.\n\n"I'd tell you to talk to the Reverend, but he killed himself about four years ago."\n\nAsk about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>>[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n[[Statues]]\n<</if>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<</if>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]\n<</if>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<</if>><<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]<</if>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\nor\n[[Step away from Aaron.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

With nothing to do but follow the sound, I begin to walk slowly. Sometimes I follow the sound for a few seconds, hearing it come closer, only to have the sound nearly vanish in the next step and to be coming from somewhere else. \n\nI have no idea how long I wandered like that, hours at the very least though its begun to feel like days, my growing arousal starting to chip away at my focus, made worse by the sticky feeling of my own half dry feminine juices glistening along the inside of my thighs. My mouth feels dry I'm nearly to a point where I want to give up, the arid air leaving my tongue feeling large and sticky in my mouth. \n\nOne step to the next, the void, the //nothing// is barely a pace ahead of me again. \n\nI wonder if I should throw myself into it, wondering if that might somehow end this strange hell I find myself in. \n\nIn that moment, the darkness seems to grow, the fog and ground around it distorts, the already drab colors near it fading further before my eyes.\n\nAt the same time I hear a sound almost immediately behind myself, a moan thick with both arousal and fear. The chanting sound from before ringing clearly in my ears.\n\n[[I turn on my heel.|HighTaintEnd3]]

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Some time later, I'm kneeling on a hard stone slab, slimy black tentacles ravaging my body as Zal'chaas fucks my pussy from behind with long, violent thrusts.\n\nSuddenly, she thrusts forward, driving her massive cock into my deepest depths. Her cock twitches and jerks inside me, filling me with her liquid fire.\n\nMy vision shifts, I can see the world through //her// vision. Instead of a world of shapes and colors, I see a world filtered in shades of corruption and lust, yet every shade is distinctly different in her sight.\n\nI can sense the world, I can taste the change that is coming on my tongue. The world screams in terror, even as the self proclaimed rulers of this world, the humans that infest it, remain ignorant of of the Old Ones stirring in their timeless slumber.\n\nI can feel Zal'chaas' seed, seeping into my very soul, spreading like a wildfire to everything it touches. \n\nLike the rising tide, I watch as her taint spreads, unseen and unnoticed as it spreads to every corner of the world.\n\nI shudder in horror, or perhaps orgasm. The very earth trembles as my Mistress, Zal'chaas, mother of tainted lusts, harbinger of the Old Gods, prepares the world for the Elder Gods' return.\n\n!//END

Looking both ways, I don't see anyone else around. Moving quickly to a space between two houses, I kneel in the soggy grass.\n\nThe dog follows me, watching me cautiously. When it nears my side, I reach under it, wrapping my fingers around its length.\n\nIt lets out a little whimper, pulling away slightly, but then stops. \n\nI slide my fingers along its length, the dog's hips twitching. Holding his cock firmly, I give it a couple of pulls, the god lets out a little whine then its hips begin to thrust rapidly.\n\nIts everything I can do to hold onto the dogs big red cock. My eyes wide as I watch the tapered head of its cock slide past my palm with every rapid thrust.\n\nI kneel closer, aiming the cock directly at myself, watching the tapered cock stab towards me with every thrust of the dog's hips, droplets of doggy precum flicking through the air. One drop strikes my lips, my tongue darting out to taste the oddly sweet flavor before I even realize what I'm doing. \n\nMy hand reaches into my pants, sliding my fingers along the folds of my pussy, rubbing it in time with the dog's violent thrusts. \n\nIts not long before the dog's thrust become erratic. I learn forward suddenly, taking the tip of its cock between my lips just a split secong before a stream of doggy cum splashes against my teeth and onto my tongue. At the same time, my pussy quivers with my own release, my juices flooding the inside of my pants.\n\nShocked at what I had just done, I spit the contents of my mouth into the mud and stand up. The dog just looks up at me, its nose going straight towards my crotch. Snifing at me, I feel its tongue brush the fabric of my crotch, sending a shudder through my body. \n\nRegaining my composure, I step away from the dog.\n\n[[I quickly leave.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 2>><<set $Depravity += 2>>

Looking both ways, I don't see anyone else around. Moving quickly to a space between two houses, I kneel in the soggy grass.\n\nThe dog follows me, watching me cautiously.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>My hands tremble as I quickly push my pants down past my knees, then fall to my knees in the wet grass.\n\nThe dog lets out a growl as it starts to circle me, making my heart race. Once behind me, he jumps forward, knocking me forward. My hands squelch in the muddy ground. \n\nI can feel the god jump forward again, its hairy wet belly coming to rest on my back, I can feel the heat of its tapered cock brush the inside of my thigh. The dog shuffles around a little, trying to find better purchase. Another thrust, this time its cock slides up my ass crack.\n\nStartled that the dog's cock might not go where its supposed to, I reach back, taking hold of the dog's cock and guiding it towards my aching pussy.\n\nThe moment it feels the heat of my pussy against the tip of its penis, it thrusts forward, shoving deep inside of me with a single thrust.\n\nMy breath catches, a sharp sting causing me to tense as it shoves through my female virginity.\n\n//My first fuck as a woman is with a dog!// I think with a mixture of horror and arousal.\n\nThe dog, uncaring of my pain, or my revalation, never even slows, its hips thrust rapidly into me from the start, its balls slapping against my ass with every rapid thrust.\n\nIt takes a couple of minutes, but the pain begins to subside inside of me, being replaced by a burning hunger to be filled with the dog's cum.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>My hands tremble with excitement as I quickly push my pants down past my knees, then fall to my hands and knees in the wet grass.\n\nThe dog lets out a growl as it starts to circle me, making my heart race. Once behind me, he jumps forward, its hairy wet belly coming to rest on my back, I can feel the heat of its tapered cock brush the inside of my thigh. The dog shuffles around a little, trying to find better purchase, but I reach under myself to take his throbbing cock in hand. \n\nMy pussy quivering, I guide the dog's penis to my opening. The moment it feels the heat of my pussy against the tip of its penis, it thrusts forward, shoving deep inside of me with a single thrust.\n\nA throaty sound escapes my lips, filling the air with a lewd feminine moan.\n\nUncaring of my pleasure, the dog thrusts hard and fast right from the start, its heavy balls slapping my ass loudly with every jerk of its hips. \n\nMy pussy aches with a desperate need to be filled.\n\n<</if>>For several minutes, the dog fucks my pussy, its thrusts continuing with a rapid relentlessness that leaves me quivering in pleasure beneath it. \n\nEventually, I feel something large begin to press against my pussy with every thrust, <<if $DogKnot is "false">>//What the heck is that?// I have just enough time to wonder before I feel the dog shove forward, the object pushing into my exposed cunt.\n\nThe feeling is incredible, forcing me into orgasm as my pussy clamps around the large mass inside of me. //My God, I feel so full.// I shudder beneath the dog, the realization finally hitting me that the dog just shoved its knot inside of me. <<else>>my eyes shooting wide when I realize the dog is about to knot me again. Part of me wants to prevent it, but remembering the amazing feeling I experienced last time, I instead relax myself as best I can to allow it inside.\n\nThe dog's knot presses hard at my entrance, pushing inside all at once. A wanton moan escapes my lips as I enjoy the feeling of fullness.<</if>>\n\nI half heartedly try to pull away from the dog, but its knot is firmly tied inside of me. All I can do is kneel in the mud and soggy grass until it finally shrinks enough to slip free.\n\nSeveral minutes later, the dog tries to pull away from me, I feel my pussy stretch around its knot, then with an audible pop, it pulls free. I can feel its cum gushing from my pussy, leaving it feeling longingly empty.\n\nIt takes me several more minutes to regain my composure, but when I finally return shakily to my feet, I cant help but smile just a little bit to myself.\n\n[[Leave.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $Taint += 5>><<set $Depravity += 2>><<set $DogKnot to "true">>

My footsteps take me towards the bluff. I look towards the mansion, a flicker of motion draws my eyes to a <<if $Day gte 5>> rain slick <</if>>second story window, but whatever drew my attention is gone before I get a good look at it.<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n\n//Wonder if that's Azumi?// I wonder.<</if>> \n\nFor several long seconds, I let my gaze linger on the window, but I see [[no further sign of activity.|Bluff]]

"You're a local, so you might know something," I begin.\n\nPhil blows sawdust off of the board he is working on, his eyes flickering to you before returning to his work, "Can't say if I know anything or not until come out with what you want to know."\n\n"Can you tell me about the old ruins here on the island?" I ask.\n\nHe pauses, lowering the piece of lumber in his hands before replying, "Can't say that I know much, unlike some others around here, I tend to stay in town, and even that time is spent mostly in my shop," He gestures at the area around himself, "I always used to hear that Aaron would hang out around those old ruins when he was a kid, you might want to ask him about it."\n\nWithout further comment, his attention shifts back to the piece of lumber he had been working on, "Sorry I can't be of more help then that."\n\n//Seems like I need to have a good talk with Aaron.// I think darkly.<<set $RuinAaron to "true">>\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask Phil about Tom.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Phil about Wanton Cove.]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the White Goo.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>>\n[[Ask Phil about your physical changes.|Ask Phil about your transformation.]]<<endif>><<if $DOneSighting is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the creatures you've seen in the water.]]<</if>>\nor\n[[Nevermind. Exit the Shipbuilder's Shack.|Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>I can see a flash of light as lightning arcs from cloud to cloud in the distance. A moment later, I hear a soft rumble of thunder reach me.\n\n[[Continue through the rain.|overgrown park]] <<else>>The moisture in the air is so thick that it makes the air actually smell //wet//. \n\nI take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the cool, damp air.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]<</if>>

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You should have just added 1 point to Mutation. This will affect your appearance. Additionally a series of events will play out related to progression down this path.\n\nThis sequence will play out below. Keep in mind that what you read below is the closing portion of any combat loss scene that involves gaining Mutation points, and that there will be a scene that leads to these. As such, they may lack a little context\n\n<<set $Mutation +=1>><<if $Mutation gte 10>>Bad End Will write for a future update. Will appear some time after Version .7. \n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 9>>My skin begins to feel funny, like my face is being stretched in strange ways. A few seconds later, I feel a tickle along the sides of my neck.\n\nI take a deep breath that I let out slowly in a failed attempt to calm my nerves before I reach for my face. Everything I touch feels distored, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revalation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost dont feel anything inside.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 8>>With my assailant gone, I pause, part of me wanting to go clean myself and check for what new horror has befallen my body, part of me wanting to walk away in the hopes of not having to face whatever changes I have experienced this time.\n\nMy morbid curiosity wins out. I begin to inspect my body for new changes, changes that are almost immediately obvious.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>Feeling the need to clean myself after the encounter, I find a puddle with some moderately clean water. I can't bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach for the water, cupping the water as I move to wash myself. \n\nI tremble slightly when my hand touches my body, //the texture, its all wrong// the thought nearly overwhelms me. My skin has taken on several rough patches, scaly to the touch. \n\nIn a moment of panic, I scrub at my skin harder, desperate to scrub my skin to its original state. After several minutes, I finally give up, my skin sore in the places I had tried to wash the scaly texture away and having made no progress in changing what had happened.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle to clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almosttransparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me like a physical blow.\n\nFear spikes through me, making it so that I can hardly breathe. I wretch, feeling like I'm about to empty the contents of my stomach, though the action produces nothing. I don't know how long I stare at my hands, unable to fully accept what is happening to me\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>When I begin to clean myself up, I feel a knot in the pit of my stomach as I begin to carefully inspect myself.\n\nEven though I half expect something to have happened to me, I still feel like I'm going to be sick when I realize that my slightly gray skin has become more of a gray green now.\n\nFor several seconds, I look at my hands, my arms, fascenated as much as horrified at this new change I have experienced. Eventually my mind comes back to the present, that this is //my// body experiencing this change. \n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>At a nearby puddle, I start to clean the worst of the filth from my body. As I do so, I begin to notice that my face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch.\n\nTaking a minute to explore my face with my hands, I can feel that my eyes feel different, my mouth wider than I recalled. Quickly turning my attention back to the puddle, the reflection staring back at me has eyes just a little large for the face they are on and a mouth that stretches wider than it should.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>When I start to wipe the worst of the mess from my body, I notice that my fingernails look different. Inspecting further, I notice that they are both thicker than usual and look to be of a gray color.\n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Using a nearby puddle, I spend a couple of minutes washing the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nAs my fingers slide over my skin, I start to notice that in addition to the slight graying of my skin I had noticed previously, my skin has started to take on a rough, almost pebbly texture.\n\n//I need to avoid these //things//, they're doing something to me.// I shudder slightly as I try to consider the implications. Eventually, shaken by the thoughts in my mind, I try to focus my attention elsewhere\n\n<<else>>It takes me a few seconds, but I finally get my pants pulled back up to where they belong. Once done with that, I look for a clean puddle of water to try washing the worst of the mud and grime off of my body.\n\nAs I'm finishing up, I pause, looking at my hands that look paler than usual, with a slight gray tone to the skin. //I guess I'll have to take a proper bath to get the rest of this grime off of my body.// I try desperately to not think about what just happened.\n\n<</if>>[[return|$return]]

I decide to have a talk with the bartender. Carefully, I pick my way across the tavern towards him.\n\n<<if $Aaron is "Played">>When I arrive at the bar, I catch Aaron's eye. \n\nHe doesn't look happy about it, but he reluctantly makes his way over to you. "What can I get you?"\n\n"[[I've got some questions]]." I reply. <<else>>When I reach the bar, I sit down, waiting for the bartender to take notice of me. \n\nFor several minutes, I sit patiently at the bar, waiting for him to turn towards me. Meanwhile, he makes a conscious effort to avoid acknowledging me. \n\nI start to think I'm going to have to do something to force his attention on me, but I manage to catch his eyes when he glances at me through the mirror behind the bar. \n\nI see his jaw clench when I hold his gaze.\n\nWhen he turns towards me, his face is plastered with a too-happy grin, and he extends a hand towards me, "I'm Aaron, what can I get you?"\n\nI take his hand, smiling back as if he hadn't just spent over five minutes trying to ignore me until I go away, "Name's <<print $PlayerName>>, and I heard you might have a room for rent.\n\nAaron crosses his arms over his chest, giving you a defiant stare, his smile faltering, "Fifty bucks a night." He says flatly.\n\n<</if>><<if $Room is "Not Played">><<if ($PlayerCharisma + $PlayerStreetwise) gte 11>>"Tell you what, make it thirty a night and I'll pay you for a week up front."\n\nAaron seems to consider for a moment, "Alright." He finally says. \n\nReaching under the bar, he produces a key which he sets on the bar before me.\n\nI pull my billfold, rolling off a pile of twenties and tens to cover the fee. When I set the money on the counter, I pick up the key, I see the number two on the little piece of plastic dangling from it. \n\n"[[Thanks.|Aaron][$Money -= 210]]" I say.<<set $Aaron to "Played">><<else>>"Guess I don't have much choice, do I?"\n\n"Not really," He admits, a hint of a smile playing at his lips.\n\nNot seeing another option, I reach for my billfold.\n\nAcross from me, Aaron reaches under the bar and produces a key which he sets before me.\n\nI start rolling off a stack of twenties and tens to cover a week's worth of rent on the room. Meeting his eyes once more, I set the money on the bar, taking the key in its place. Dangling from the key is a little piece of plastic with the number two.\n\n"[[Thanks.|Aaron][$Money -= 350]]" I say.<<set $Aaron to "Played">><</if>><<set $Room to "Played">><</if>>\n\n<<if $Room is "Played">>[[Step away from the Bartender.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>>

No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to pull my eyes off of the man's cock, his length glistening with the woman's juices.\n\nI hesitantly move towards him, his hand on my shoulder pushing me to my knees right in front of him.\n\nMy heart races fearfully, my eyes turning to him. Seeing the look on my face, the man merely smiles down at me, pointing his cock straight towards me.\n\nI lean forward, giving the tip a tentative lick, //I can taste her pussy,// I think as the flavor hits my tongue. I give a second, longer lick, letting my tongue linger this time, //Maybe this isn't so bad,// I think as my arousal rapidly increases.\n\nImpatient at my timid approach, the man grabs hold of my head, forcing me down on his cock. Mercifully, he stops half in my mouth, my lips stretched wide over his large cock, before I can gag on his considerable length.\n\nI try to pull back, but the man's grip tightens, refusing my retreat. My eyes widen as he begins to fuck my mouth, never thrusting quite hard enough to make me gag.\n\nIn spite of myself, I find myself enjoying the man's rough treatment. My tongue instinctively twirling around his shaft.\n\n"Oh god, with a little practice you could be a real pro at this," The man says in clear approval.\n\n"I'm going to cum," The man groans, thrusting his cock down my throat. I can feel his big cock throb and swell in my throat, a moment later, I feel warmth gushing down my throat and into my belly. My eyes widen in surprise as I realize that he's cumming down my throat.\n\nWith a satisfied groan, the man pulls his cock out, leaving me gasping for breath, his last trickle of cum coating my tongue with his salty, slimy seed.\n\nThe man grinned down at me, his smile a hint unkind. "You'll make a good little slut," He growls.\n\nPutting the odd comment aside, I wipe my mouth. My eyes flicker to the woman, who watched the whole scene with an amused smile on her lips.\n\nTurning away from both of them, I quickly exit the room.\n\nA minute later, [[I find myself back in my own room.|Your room.]]\n\n<<set $Depravity += 1>><<set $Taint += 3>>

After last night's dream, I feel unfocused as I prepare for the day to come. //Something has to change, some clue, some unasked question, something. I know I'm in the right place, I just need to start connecting the dots to make sense of all of this.// \n\nI reach up with one hand, my thumb and forefinger rubbing the grit from my eyes.\n\nFeeling discouraged, I make my way out of my room and start walking down the stairs. I'm nearly at the bottom when I hear a familiar voice.\n\n“I don't care you little //slut,//” Aaron's voice is clearly angry, “Its past time you leave this whole 'Tom' business behind you and if I so much as catch wind that you've even //thought// about saying something to that detective friend of yours, well, you know what'll happen to you.” His tone is a clear threat.\n\nI remain standing at the top of the stairs, my boot inches above the first step leading down. I resign myself to standing here for a long moment so its not obvious that I just overheard what was said.\n\nA feminine huff, something akin to a frustrated scream comes from the area I could hear Aaron's voice from, then rapid footsteps leading in my general direction. \n\nTaking a quick step back in an effort to remain unseen, I see Tanya storm past the steps, her head half turning towards me as she passes. I can see her eyes widen when she sees me, but her stride never slows and there is no other indication that she acknowledged me.\n\n<<if $Taint gte 50>>//Could //she// actually be Tom?// My own recent changes cross my mind in a rush.\n\nA heavy chill settles into the pit of my gut, //Could I have been looking at who I've come here to find this entire time?//\n\nI scour my thoughts, trying to remember every word of what Tanya had said, trying to find anything that may confirm my sudden, and horrible theory.<<else>>//Could Tanya somehow be Tom?// The thought seems unreal, but at the same time the theory answers so many questions that I have had since coming to Wanton Cove.\n\nA heavy chill settles into the pit of my gut, //Could I have been looking at who I've come here to find this entire time?//\n\nI scour my thoughts, trying to remember every word of what Tanya had said, trying to find anything that may confirm my sudden, and horrible theory.<<endif>>\n\nTaking several more steps away from the stair to ensure no one else might see me standing at the top, I spend a couple of minutes waiting, my thoughts on dark things and the possible answer to one of the questions I originally came to Wanton Cove to answer. //I need to talk with Tanya about this, and maybe Aaron as well, but I'll need to be careful about how I proceed.//\n\nOnce I feel that I've waited long enough, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before starting down the stairs as if nothing happened.\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<set $TomTanya to "Played">><<set $cave = 3>>

<<if $Day gte 5>>Heavy rain falls all around me, wind gusts, hurling the precipitation at me from the side. \n\nI'm unable to suppress a shiver as an icy drop of rain slides down the back of my neck and under my jacket. <<else>>I feel a slight chill go up my spine as I walk. I can see a thin fog, seemingly clinging to the cracks in the road, to the gutters, and to the drooping, half dead plants eking out an existence among the soggy earth.\n\nFor a moment, I pause, looking at the fog. The fog seems to move slightly, but always at the corner of my vision, never where I can see it clearly.\n\nFeeling uneasy, I begin to walk again.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Nice part of town.]]

<<if $Taint gte 95>>Tanya looks at me as I begin to undress, <<if $Mutation gte 4>>disgust clear in her features as she looks at me, taking in my mutations. It takes her a few seconds, but she's able to hide her distaste. <<else>>biting her lip to suppress a faint smile as she watches me reveal my feminine nudity. <<endif>>\n\nWith one hand, she pushes me back on the bed, not even bothering to undress herself before kneeling between my legs. Her eyes flicker up to mine, then return to my moist sex. \n\nI look down, watching as she leans forward, a jolt like electricity going through me when I feel her tongue touch the little nub above my new opening. Reaching down, I take hold of two fist fulls of her hair, though I'm not sure if I want to push her away, or pull her tighter against me.\n\nA whimper escapes my lips when she kisses the same spot, then licks my slit from bottom to top where she flicks that sensitive little button again. Her hands join her face between my thighs, spreading my newly formed cunt before her eyes. The next time her tongue travels the length of my slit, its even more intense than the last time as her tongue probes my opening momentarily.\n\nI'm barely aware of how I'm holding her face tightly against my crotch now.\n\nTaking my actions as encouragement, her tongue begins lapping at my sex, like a dog drinking water from a puddle. My entire body shudders and tenses in pleasure. \n\nWith every passing moment, the intensity seems to increase, though her pace never changes in the slightest. After barely more than a minute, I can feel something, a pressure of sorts, building deep in my core, rapidly rising up like its going to explode from me. I'm right on the verge of orgasm when she suddenly redoubles her efforts. With my orgasm trying to crest, it instead catches, refusing to come as I thrash in the throes of passion beneath her. \n\nThere's a scream of frustration that seems to fill the room, I don't even care that the sound is coming from me. Suddenly the scream changes tone to one of relief, my entire body shuddering as her talented tongue brings me to orgasm.\n\nMy hands tremble as I release her hair, my body still expreiencing aftershocks that make my breasts jiggle and my pussy quiver.\n\nAll I can seem to do is lay there, watching her as she wipes the wetness of my pussy juice from her face.\n\nAs I watch her, she makes eye contact with me<<if $Mutation gte 4>> for a flickering moment<<endif>>, then reaches for my pants where they had fallen on the floor. She quickly pulls my billfold, showing me that she's only taking $10, then puts the billfold back in the pants pocket. \n\n"I hope we can do this again," She says, blowing me a kiss, then exiting the room.<<set $Taint += 2>><<else>>Stepping close to me, Tanya's lips brush mine lightly in something that is not quite a kiss, "I can't wait to feel you inside of me," her voice is heavy with arousal.\n\nMy own arousal spikes, my balls aching with need as my<<if $Taint gte 65>> little<<endif>> cock begins to harden.\n\nPutting my arms around her, I take a firm grip of her ass and give it a lingering squeeze before releasing her.\n\nWith one arm around her middle, holding her body close to mine, we head for my room.\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>The moment we are inside the door, Tanya closes it behind us then pushes me towards the bed without quite looking at me. //Its like she can't quite bear to see my mutations.// But the thought is gone as I feel her fingers working the front of my pants to free my cock from its confines. <<else>>The moment we are inside the door, Tanya closes the door behind her and nearly tackles me onto the bed. Her lips touch mine in a fierce kiss that takes my breath away, at the same time, her hands work frantically to release my <<if $Taint gte 65>>embarassingly small<<else>>throbbing<<endif>> cock from the confines of my pants.<<endif>>\n\nAs soon as I feel the cool air of the room on my crotch, she begins to bunch her dress up around her hips, one hand beneath her skirts as she prepares to guide me into her waiting sex.\n\nGrinning to myself, I take hold of her hips and flip her onto the bed so that I am kneeling above her, the motion leaves her exposed from the navel down.\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>The soft moan that escapes her lips <<else>>The hungry smile on her face<<endif>> is all the encouragement I need at this point, I line myself up with her visibly wet slit and thrust forward, driving my entire length into her with a single hard thrust.<<if $Taint gte 65>> It takes me a moment to realize that her moan comes a little slow, like its rehersed rather than a result of my penetrating her. My thoughts momentarily turn to just how small I must feel inside of her after all the other guys she's surely been with.<<else>> Her hungry expression vanishes behind a look of bliss.<<endif>>\n\n"Fuck me," She half begs, half commands. \n\nI do exactly that, pulling back so that only the crown of my<<if $Taint gte 65>> tiny<<endif>> cock remains inside of her, I thrust forward again, beginning to fuck her with slow, hard thrusts.<<if $Taint gte 65>> I have to be careful not to lengthen my strokes too much for fear that I will slip free of the confines of her pussy.<<endif>>\n\nI can feel her pussy trembling around my shaft, trying to coax my seed into her needy cunt. Her hips gyrate every time my hips meet hers, driving my arousal to impossible heights. \n\nKnowing I can not last long, I begin to thrust into her rapidly, wet slapping sounds filling the air with the sweet smell of her sex as I fuck her.\n\nWhen I feel my impending orgasm approaching, my pace begins to falter as I try to hold on for a few more seconds, to enjoy the experience for just a few moments more.<<if $Taint gte 65>> My awkward movements cause me to slip free for a second, but almost instantly I feel her fingers guide me back to her waiting hole.<<endif>> \n\nSensing how close I am, her legs wrap around me, forcing me deep inside of her as her pussy begins to quiver with her own orgasm. \n\nUnable to hold on any longer, my penis twitches, shooting my cum into her depths in several <<if $Taint gte 65>>small dribbles of cum<<else>>thick streams<<endif>>.\n\nIts more than a minute after I start to soften inside of her before her legs finally loosesn their grip on me, her legs spreading wide as she smiles up at me. \n\nHer pussy makes a wet sound as I finally slide free. She leans forward, kissing me firmly on the lips, her tongue gliding across my own for a second before she breaks the kiss. \n\nWith a playful push, she rolls me off of herself and sits up. \n\nStill catching my breath, I reach for my pants and retrieve my wallet, removing $10 from it as I watch her stand up and look herself over.\n\nWhen she turns back towards me, there is something just a hint sad in her smile when she sees the money in my hand.\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>She takes the money with a faint smile,<<else>>Taking the money,<<endif>> she leans forward to give me another kiss, "Thank you for the fun," She says softly, then quickly exits the room.<<set $Taint += 5>><<endif>><<set $Money -= 10>>\n\n[[Get dressed.|Your room.]]<<if $Depravity lte 2>><<set $Depravity += 1>><</if>>

<<if $TentacledThing is "Not Dead">><<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>>The chittering babbling sound is the first sign that I am not alone. I can hear it, perhaps its the same tentacled thing I first encountered in these ruins, perhaps another. \n\nI shudder at the thought that there could possibly be more than one of the things.\n\nOne of the tentacles enters my view first, then the rest of the creature half crawls half oozes around the corner.\n\nWhen the first eye comes into view, it swivels toward me, "//Tribute!//"\n\nThe creature's mass lurches toward me.\n\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">><<set $EnemyFlee to "False">><<set $enemyBrawl = random(8,18)>><<set $enemyDefense = random(7,15)>><<set $enemyHP = random(8,15)>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">>[[Fight!|RuinsFight2Start]]\n\n<<else>>I can hear the chittering babbling sound saintly at first, but rapidly drawing closer. I pause, remaining still as I try to determine where exactly the sound it coming from, //These evil things, how many of them are there? One would be bad enough but they seem to be everywhere, . . . . //\n\nOne of the tentacles enters my view first, then the rest of the creature half crawls half oozes around the corner.\n\nWhen the first eye comes into view, it swivels toward me, "//Tribute!//"\n\nThe creature's mass lurches toward me.\n\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">><<set $EnemyFlee to "False">><<set $enemyBrawl = random(8,18)>><<set $enemyDefense = random(7,15)>><<set $enemyHP = random(8,15)>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">>[[Fight!|RuinsFight2Start]]\n\n<</if>>

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<if $DeepFight is "Played">>There comes a growling sound, inhuman and wet from off to my side. \n\nI instinctively reach for my .38 Special, the weapon clearing its holster just as I see movement.\n\nSkuling toward me is another of those hiddeous fish men, gray green scales shining wetly as it moves. It blinks with one eye, then a second later with the other.\n\nThe creature rushes me.\n\n<<set $DeepCombat to "true">><<set $playerAction to "duncel">><<set $EnemyFlee to "False">><<set $enemyBrawl = random(5,15)>><<set $enemyDefense = random(7,15)>><<set $enemyHP = random(6,9)>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">>[[Fight!|RuinsFight1Start]]\n\n\n<<else>>Somewhere deep within the ruins I hear a low rumbling sound, almost a growl though I have no idea what could be making such a deep guttural sound.\n\nInstinctively, I touch the outside of my jacket over my .38 Special, taking some comfort in its presence as I try not to let my imagination run wild with what might be lurking these ruins.\n\nI feel tense, glancing in all directions as I get the sense that something could be watching me from almost anywhere around me.\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<</if>>

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<silently>>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(3,14)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(4,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(6)>>\n<<set $weaponChance = random(1,100)>>\n<<if $weaponChance lte 15>><<set $enemyWeapon = "knife">>\n<<else>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</if>><<if $weaponChance lte 3>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,2)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 25>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 26>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 40>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 75>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 90>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 99>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,5)>><<else>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,50)>><</if>><</silently>> \sInstead of stopping, the figure instead pivots towards me without a hint of hesitation.\n\nMy eyes widen with shock. The creature before me can barely be called human. Its eyes are far too large for its head, with milky pupils. Its too wide mouth looks filled with razor sharp teeth. Pasty gray skin covers what I can see of its body.\n\nMy mind reels at what I'm seeing, refusing to fully proccess what I am seeing.\n\nBefore I even realize the abomonation has moved, its already in motion as it charges towards me, the wet patchwork of leather it wears like a cloak billowing behind it as it moves.\n\nOne of its hands flexes, drawing back. I can see long black talons where fingernails should be and its fingers look to have a membrane of some kind between them, making them look webbed like a frog's.\n\nMy self preservation kicks in at the last possible moment. I lurch to one side, its taloned fingers passing so close to my face that I can feel the passing of his hand against my skin.\n\nBy the time I turn to face the creature again, its just standing there, a grin touches its too thin lips that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.\n\n[[I prepare to defend myself.]]<<set $HybridFight to "Played">>

Ahead of me, I see two ladies walking down the muddy street, the hems of their patchwork dresses cobbled together from ragged scraps of cloth and heavily stained with mud.\n\nHeads together, the pair talks in hushed tones as they walk towards me. When one of them sees me, she falls silent. A moment later, the other lady looks to see what has distracted her companion.\n\nBy this time, the woman who spotted you first is biting her lip, her eyes seeming to drift towards my crotch. One of her hands rises to her chest, resting lightly against her breast, her other hand begins to drift towards her crotch. The lust is unmistakable in her eyes.\n\nMy pace slows slightly, uncertain. \n\nThe second woman grabs the other's shoulder, pulling her in her wake as she starts briskly towards a nearby shack. Her companions eyes are locked on my own as she stumbles along in her wake.\n\nOnce the visibly aroused lady is inside, the other woman looks my way one last time, an odd mix of sympathy and arousal in her eyes.\n\nI take a few steps towards the shack the two ladies disappeared into when I hear the clear sound of a heavy lock sliding into place from the door.\n\nRealizing that the pair is unlikely to talk, [[I continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]

The moment my cock springs free of my pants, I turn her around. She reaches out, supporting herself against the shack that was just a moment before against her back. \n\nMeanwhile, I pull her skirt up over her hips. I hold her hip with one hand, while I guide my cock to her slick cunt with the other.\n\nFeeling me enter her, she pushes back against me, a happy moan escaping her lips.\n\nWithin seconds, we have found our rhythm, the wet slapping sounds filling the air as her hips thrust back to meet my own thrusts. Her lustful moans are loud, heedless of anyone who may overhear our fucking.\n\nIt isn't long before I feel my balls start to tighten, my orgasm rushing forward with desperate abandon. Thrusting forward, I pull her hips firmly against my own as my cock twitches and jerks inside of her, filling her with my seed.\n\nFor several seconds after I'm done, she maintains her pose, her body trembling slightly as she basks in her own orgasm.\n\nStepping back, I begin to re-buckle my pants. As I do so, the woman reaches between her legs, retrieving a smear of my cum that she raises to her lips. She smiles at me, tasting my seed, an odd glint in her eyes.\n\nWithout a word, the woman allows her dress to fall back into place, then starts walking down the road as if nothing just happened.\n\nFor a minute, I stand there, watching her go. The surreal casualness of the experience leaving me momentarily dumbfounded.\n\nRegathering my wits, [[I continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\n\n<<set $Taint += 5>>

[[return|$return]]<<if $Research is 0>><<set $Read += 1>><</if>>\n\n<<if ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 15>><<if $Read gte 7>>Pulling the musty old tome from its resting place inside my heavy coat, I shiver as the cool air hits the place it was resting. In contrast, the book is warm against my fingers like a living thing.\n\nOnce I have sat the book on the small table in my room, I look at it for a long while. Concern etches my face as I realize just how precisely I have placed the book on the table, //Its placement is every bit as precise as when I first found the book.// I dismiss the thought, then reach for the front cover.\n\nThe book creaks softly as the cover is opened, revealing the book's contents. //I've spent a lot of hours with this book already. I'm growing familiar with a lot of its content.// I'm uncertain that my familiarity with the book's contents is a good thing. Even so, I carefully turn the pages until I reach the last section of the book that I have not looked at in much detail. \n\nWith each turn of a page, I become more and more aware of the way my fingertips linger against the coarse paper, caressing the pages as each horrid page moves past my vision.\n\nI'm in a trance like state when I finally reach the section I was working my way toward.\n\nIt is almost like I am possessed when I reach those final pages. I know that something is wrong, I can feel it deep down inside of myself like some clawed beast trying to savage its way out of my body.\n\nMy vision begins to fade along the edges, shifting to something completely foreign to me as I look at the page before me and see, . . . . something truly divine. The words I have spent so many days struggling to translate comes to me in a rush of understanding even as it drives me mad. \n\nLike a thousand razors spinning in the pit of my stomach, white hot pain rises up through my throat and into my mouth. But instead of blood, words begin to spill from my mouth as I start to read the pages laid out before me. \n\nI can not understand the words that are coming out of my mouth, but I intimately understand their meaning, //SHE is coming.//\n\nIn fear that borders on outright terror, I try to break my gaze from the page before me, push away from the table, close the book, or anything that may derail what is happening in this moment. But I find myself unable to do anything that can stop it.\n\nPage by page, in graphic detail, I recite the words that will awaken this book, this key that will empower the ritual needed to open the gateway between worlds. //SHE is coming, and I will be the tool she uses to release herself.//\n\nI want to scream in frustration and terror, but I am impotent to even do that. Instead, tears of despair run down my cheeks.\n\nWhen the final word leaves my raw throat, whatever had controlled me passes and a blood curdling scream escapes my lips in a cry that leaves me shaking uncontrollably. I shove away from the table with all of my strength, toppling the chair I am sitting in and falling to the floor as I do so. I lack even the coordination to stand, so I half crawl, half flail my way across the floor until my back is pressed against the wall, placing myself as far from the book as I am able.\n\nMy stomach churns, my entire body suddenly aching as I //feel// something, like a sounds that is too deep for me to actually hear even though it seems to reverberate through my body. \n\nThe window of my room bursts open with a spray of cold rain. My head jerks in that direction just in time to see a flash of lightning that leaves me seeing spots. The lightning strike is so close that the thunder comes instantly, rattling the entire building violently. I blink, trying to clear my vision enough to see, aware that the room seems so very dark all of a sudden.\n\nWind howls through the open window as rain continues to enter through the open space. I stagger to my feet, still mostly blinded by the flash of lightning and feeling like I'm standing in the middle of a whirlwind. \n\nI sense motion near the small table in my room. Instinctively, I reach for my .38 Special. I point my gun, but I can't see anything as my entire world is shades of black and dark grays strewn with the bright lights that dance across my vision from the lightning strike I just saw.\n\n"Who's there?" I call, pleasantly surprised that I'm able to project some strength through my tone even if I don't feel it.\n\n//Chu, nathuul ch'chaf, Zal'chaas.// The voice in my head sends a cold chill through me, but what comes next frightens me so badly that my bowls would release if they weren't clenched so tightly in fear. //My time is at hand,// The words are gibberish to me, but their meaning comes through clear as if she were speaking clearly in my ear, //You will open the door for me, soon.// The last word seems to linger for impossibly long. <<if $Day gte 9>>I am assaulted by memories of last night's terrible dream, where I was cutting patterns into the flesh of <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>> Azumi <<else>>the hermaphrodite <</if>>beneath me, of seeing those fingers appearing through those cuts as they seek their way through to our world through an unholy birth.<</if>>\n\nI can //feel// something cold near me, //her// presence is like a cool caress from a close lover. I would like to say that in that moment I had the fortitude to flee, or even try to. However my deepest desire is that she would close that hair's breath of distance between us and //touch// me. I can feel my reason crumbling, madness creeping into my mind like a living thing that seems intent to burrow itself inside my brain.\n\nBlinking again, the room seems suddenly brighter, I can make out shapes now, and //she// is nowhere to be seen. \n\nA knock at my room's door causes me to pivot in that direction, I nearly pull the trigger of my .38 Special still in my hand. //You will open the door for me, soon.// The words whispering in the back of my mind like something being spoken down a long hallway.\n\n"Who's there?" I ask for the second time in as many minutes.\n\n[[Continue.|FinalBook]]\n\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 6>>Laying the heavy book on the small table in my room, I pause to look at it for almost a minute before starting to reach out toward the book again.\n\nI can see my hand tremble slightly, followed immediately by a shiver that strikes me like a jolt of electricity.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>Zal'chaas' voice coos loudly in my mind, urging me to open the cover again. Merely thinking her name seems to give her more strength, to make her place inside my head more prominent.\n\nIn spite of a growing sense that I should not open the book, I gently turn the pages of the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 2>>//Her// voice coos softly in the back of my mind, urging me to open the cover once more.\n\nInwardly, I struggle with myself, part of me wanting to bundle the book back up, take it to the docks, and throw it into the ocean. The rest of me feels a nearly uncontrollable compulsion to delve into the book's secrets again.\n\n//I've got to do what I've got to do,// I think, opening the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 1>>Somewhere deep in the back of my head, I think I hear something, a feminine voice that seems to urge me to open the book, to delve deeper into its mysteries.\n\nI listen closely, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from, but the harder I try to listen, the harder it becomes to hear.\n\nAfter a minute, I dismiss it as paranoia, then open the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<<else>>Not looking forward to delving deeper into the book's secrets, but seeing little other choice, I open the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<</if>>I start by spending a couple of minutes reviewing what I had read previously. About the vessel that would allow //her// to come here permanently.\n\nThe following pages however begin to discuss how the vessel would come into being in the first place.\n\nA series of images accompanied with text that is more difficult to decipher than anything I have seen in the book so far, is scrawled across the next few pages. It takes a lot of time, hours in fact, to really start to piece together what I am looking at.\n\nIn the images, there is a man, laying on his back, naked. Symbols around his image seem to denote his lineage. Whole the lineage means nothing to me, I //do// find it rather curious that symbols of purity mark the man, but at the same time he seems to be surrounded by symbols of corruption.\n\nTurning the page, the man is present once more, there is also a second figure. The second figure is clearly female, symbols of corruption and power seem to excessively be associated with her. //This seems to indicate that she is come kind of witch, or sorceress. She's blinding him to her nature somehow.// Notes and small rituals are scrawled across the pages indicating the woman's preparation for the deed.\n\nThe next page shows the two in the act of copulation, after which the female shows signs of pregnancy. What I can decipher from the pages indicates that the baby is somehow changed at the moment of conception, the mother's arousal staining the child's soul but leaving the child otherwise untouched.\n\nLeaning back, my brow furrows with thought as I try to make sense of what I'm looking at, <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>//Could this be how Azumi was conceived? It would seem that Mr Morichi has a lot to answer for.<<else>> but lacking any context I'm left frustrated instead.<</if>>\n\nUnhappy and troubled by this new revelation, I close the book once more.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>Sighing heavily, I place the old book on the table before me. For almost a minute, I resist the urge to open the front cover.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//Her// voice echoes in the back of my mind, the sound building upon itself to the point it is nearly deafening. \n\n"Ahhhhhh!" I scream out loud in an attempt to silence her. \n\nWith a jarring suddenness, I find myself bathed in silence. \nListening carefully for her whispers, I start to hear the sounds coming from the tavern below my room, //Did the people down there hear me?// \n\nI want to giggle at the thought, //Even if they did, it does not matter. Half of them are likely in league with //her//, and the rest are surely too ignorant to comprehend the horror lurking on their doorstep.//\n\n"I will unravel your secrets," I mumble, half to myself, half to //her.//\n\nIn my mind, I suddenly feel like I'm standing on th eprecepis of something big, something important, then the moment passes, leaving me feeling somewhat disoriented. The first thing I focus on is the book before me.\n\nReaching out, I touch the front cover of the book, //There's a strange beauty to it, isn't there?// I'm only mildly surprised that my thoughts don't answer themselves.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I can hear a voice, //her voice// whispering in the back of my mind. Cooing, trying to coax me into opening the cover and delve further into the dark secrets the book contains.\n\n//She's using it to manipulate me,// I sit back from the book suddenly. Not wanting to touch it until another revalation strikes me, //But she'd know that I'd figure that out, so that means she's actually trying to prevent me from reading further.// \n\nThe sircular logic leaves me feeling disoriented and helpless. \n\nLacking a better alternative, I start to reach for the book to open it.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>//Perhaps the book has some kind of power over me. Forcing me to open its cover and taint myself with the evil within?// I shake my head quickly, dispelling the thought. //Has to be done, it might hold more clues.//\n\n<<else>>I clinch my fist, part of me not wanting to open the book again, //Got to be done, I might be able to do something useful.//\n\n<<endif>>My fingers touch the cover, tracing over the unadorned surface. When I reach the edge, I open the book, at random in the last half, near a thicker grouping of notes sticking out of it.\n\nI'm greeted with a horrifically beautiful sight.\n\nTwo pictures, one on each page across from each other. At first, I think this is more of the same, an extension to the ritual slaughter I had seen in the book previously. \n\nMy first thought is that the two images are the same, but I quickly start to notice little differences. The first image is not //her.// My fingertips trace the countours of the first image, the proportions are just faintly different, and unlike the patchwork body from the ritual I had read about previously, this one has no signs of being pieced together.\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//It looks like Azumi except for the missing face.// I realize with a start. Goosebumps break out suddenly across my skin and I shiver involuntarily.\n\nI let my eyes linger, taking in every detail of the picture and comparing it to my memory. With every detail I am able to match, the sense of unease in my gut increases.\n\nFeeling suddenly light headed, I get up from the chair, swooning slightly before catching myself. \n\nTaking the couple of steps towards the window of my room, I pull it open in spite of the storm raging outside. The heavy rain and cold air rush in to greet me. I inhale deeply of the salty sea air, filling my lungs with its chill.\n\nAfter a few seconds, a puddle is already starting to form inside the window, and though the briskness of the storm helps me center myself again, I close the window again.\n\nHesitantly, I turn back towards the book, trepedation filling me as I return to the chair. \n\n<<endif>>Troubled, I start making use of the notes, trying to decipher the cryptic text upon the page. \n\n//The perfect vessel,// I translate the words, //Born of her, yet pure of her touch.// The words make little sense to me, though I can sense they are significant.\n\n<<if $Morichi is "Played">>//I need to talk with Mr Morichi about this.// I realize, then file the thought away as I continue to decipher as much of the text as I am able. \n\n<</if>>Perhaps an hour later, I lean back from the book.\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//Azumi, I have to warn her, and her father. She's the gateway to this world for Zal'chaas.// Even the act of thinking her name brings the sound of her voice, echoing in the back of my mind like something whispered down a endless black tunnel.\n\nThe chill I feel has nothing to do with my damp shirt. <<if $Madness gte 3>>//What have I gotten myself into?// I think in a near panic. All around me, I can feel the shadows encroaching, drawing closer around me, but every time I look, they are exactly where they should be. \n\nThe deep rumbling crack of thunder is enough to make me jump. I laugh suddenly at my own reaction, but the sound is frail, like glass on the verge of breaking.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I want to curl up into a ball, hoping that this whole thing just goes away. //This is all just a bad dream,// I try to assure myself, but deep down I know its a lie.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>The thought that there could be any truth to this is enough to shake my resolve.\n\n<<else>>//This can't be real.//\n\n<<endif>>Taking a deep shuddering breath, I look back at the pages, going over the text one last time to make sure I had not missed anything.\n\n//So, this Zal'chaas,// I hear a sudden whisper of the gutteral language //she// speaks in the back of my mind, //Just leave me alone!// My rebuttal comes unbidden to my mind.\n\nAs the whispers still, I return to my previous train of thought. //She gains power through the rituals, coming here from //wherever// she belongs for short periods of time to gain strength. All so she can use Azumi to come here permanently.//\n\n<<else>>//This vessel, she's some kind of gateway to this world for Zal'chaas.// Even the act of thinking her name brings the sound of her voice, echoing in the back of my mind like something whispered down a endless black tunnel.\n\nThe chill I feel has nothing to do with my damp shirt. <<if $Madness gte 3>>//What have I gotten myself into?// I think in a near panic. All around me, I can feel the shadows encroaching, drawing closer around me, but every time I look, they are exactly where they should be. \n\nThe deep rumbling crack of thunder is enough to make me jump. I laugh suddenly at my own reaction, but the sound is frail, like glass on the verge of breaking.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I want to curl up into a ball, hoping that this whole thing just goes away. //This is all just a bad dream,// I try to assure myself, but deep down I know its a lie.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>The thought that there could be any truth to this is enough to shake my resolve.\n\n<<else>>//This can't be real.//\n\n<<endif>>Taking a deep shuddering breath, I look back at the pages, going over the text one last time to make sure I had not missed anything.\n\n//So, this Zal'chaas,// I hear a sudden whisper of the gutteral language //she// speaks in the back of my mind, //Just leave me alone!// My rebuttal comes unbidden to my mind.\n\nAs the whispers still, I return to my previous train of thought. //She gains power through the rituals, coming here from //wherever// she belongs for short periods of time to gain strength. All so she can use whoever this vessel is to come here permanently.//\n\n<<endif>><<set $Vessel to "Played">>I do my best to ignore the slight tremble in my hands as I close the book once more.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 4>>I take a deep breath and close my eyes for several seconds before finally opening the old leatherbound tome.\n\nMy eyes flicker to the bare bulb hanging overhead before turning to the book.\n\nI start to look for the place I had last left off, but then an image catches my eye.\n\nOn the page is ilustrated an unnatural creature, like a cross between a man, a fish, and a frog. If someone would have asked me if such a creature could possibly exist just a few short days ago, I would have dismissed the notion as pure fantasy. Now, after spending several days in Wanton Cove, . . . . I'm not so sure anymore. \n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//Its real,// I fight an almost overwhelming need to find some place to hide, to flee from the horrors I have seen since coming to Wanton Cove. //Its all real, and even if I tried to tell someone, they’d just think I’m mad.//\n\nA soft giggle escapes my lips as I contemplate the hopeless nature of the situation I find myself in. \n\n//Its reaching a point where I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.// The dark thought causes another giggle, this time even I can hear the sad madness in my tone. <<elseif $Madness gte 2>> For just a second, I feel an almost overwhelming hopelessness wash over me. //Do they serve //her?// Or are they something else entirely?// \n\nNo matter how hard I try, I seem unable to force the thought aside.\n\n//Its reaching a point where I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.// The dark thought crosses my mind. <<elseif $Madness gte 1>>For just a second, I feel an almost overwhelming hopelessness wash over me. \n\n//Its reaching a point where I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.// The dark thought crosses my mind.<<else>>//Its reaching a point where I'm not even sure what's real anymore,// I think darkly.<<endif>>\n\n\nI spend nearly an hour going over the page with the image and the one beside it. It seem that the creatures are called //Deep Ones// and serve the //Great Old Ones// as unquestioning servants. They apparently obey the whims of these //Great Old Ones// without dissent.\n\n//In other words, if I can trust my own eyes, these things are here for a reason.// I shiver slightly, not from the cold, as I start to go over the text once more in the hopes of learning more.\n\nAfter a while, I finally give up with the realization that I'll gain no further knowledge from these pages.\n\nCarefully closing the book, I lean back in my chair, stretching my back to ease the tightness from sitting in one position for too long.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 3>>Laying the book on my little table, I look at it for almost a minute before finally reaching out to open it. \n\nOnce open, I thumb past a few pages I have already worked on until I reach a part of the book I've yet to go over in any detail.\n\n<<if $C2B is "Played">>When my eyes come to rest on the red inked page, I look at the scene depicted. At first, I think the darkened background is meant to depict the sky, but when I see the stone slab depicted at the center of the drawing, candles lit all along the edges, I almost instantly know that this is the 'cathedral.'<<else>>The picture depicts some form of disk with candles all along its edges, there appears to be a darkened space around it. <<endif>>All around it are hooded figures, all with curved daggers. The picture depicts the group as they dismember the woman. The horror on the woman's face in the illustration makes it clear that she is still alive during all of it. Beside her on the disk is what appears to be an abnormally large severed penis.\n\nFor the briefest of moments, I feel relief that this is only a picture, but that pleasant fantasy is dashed as I think of the murder scene in that alley what seems like only yesterday.\n\nAcross from the first macebre drawing is a series of illustrations depicting the same group of cultists reassembling the body, making modifications to it as they go. I'm barely half way through the sequence of crude drawings before I know what I will find on the next page.\n\nSure enough, as I turn the page, I'm surprised that there are several more drawings, the first showing the fully assembled body, now with a penis between her legs, a fan of hair around her head, and skin pulled tightly across her face to give her the impression of having no face at all.\n\nAs I continue down the page, there are words that I work to translate, quickly I realize that this is some form of ritual with instructions on how to perform it.\n\nThe next image depicts the robed figures removing their robes to reveal their state of arousal.\n\nThe final image shows the corpse standing in their midst, arms spread and surrounded by shadows that look like they could crawl off the page. \n\nExamining the text, I come to the sudden and jarring realization that these cultists believe they can summon Zal'chaas through this ritual.\n\nReading further, I piece together bits and pieces about the ritual and come to the understanding that the longer she remains on this plane of existence, the more powerful she would become, until she reaches a point where she can cross into our world at will from //wherever// she belongs.\n\nFor a few more minutes, I stare at the paper, so focused on the pages that I barely notice as the lights in the room begin to dim.\n\nStartled by the shift in lighting, I look up towards the light fixture to see a large moth clinging to the bulb, blocking much of the light coming from it.\n\nI turn to look for something I can swat the moth away with without breaking the bulb, seeing only the cloth I've been wrapping the old book I was just researching to use. Grabbing it, I turn back to the light, only to see that the moth is no longer there.\n\nA chill runs through me as the room seems to darken further for a second, then the light suddenly goes out. \n\nInstinctively, my hand goes to my .38 Special, drawing it though I can see nothing in the darkened room. \n\nStanding still, I listen carefully. I can hear the sounds of people downstairs in the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nWhen I feel something brush my brow, I flinch away suddenly, swatting at whatever touched me. \n\nAlmost instantly, the lights flicker. Out of the corner of my eye, I feel more than see pale white flesh. Goosebumps break out across my flesh and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. My breath catches in my throat as I pivot my gun towards what I had seen in that split second of flickering light.\n\nThen as quick as it had begun, the light is back in the room as if nothing had ever happened.\n\nI spend a minute searching the tiny room for any sign of my unwanted guests, but neither the moth or the pale creature form that I have begun to both fear and love, are anywhere to be seen.\n\nA few minutes later, I've wrapped the book back up and tucked it away once more.\n\nI try to ignore the slight tremor in my gun hand as I finally slip it back into its holster.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 2>>As I prepare to research the book, I open it to near where I had been reading before.\n\nThe page is largely dominated a picture of naked humans, all crowded in around the faceless woman I recognize all too well. Black tentacles seem to reach out from her, holding several of the humans in place. \n\nSome of the humans are looking at themselves in horror, openly gaping at their undersized penises, most of which also have budding breasts.\n\nOthers seem to welcome those same changes, their orgasms evident in their discharge flying through the air, smiles on their faces. \n\nStill others look larger than life, muscular with raging cocks of impressive size. Out of at least twenty people in the picture, I see only two of these men in the picture. Each of them looking longingly at Zal'chaas even as they shamelessly grope some of the more feminine figures around them.\n\nUsing the notes within the book, I'm able to piece together that this image is supposedly the representation of some ritual in her name. It also clearly conveys that the people's arousal as well as their state of physical being are subject to her power.\n\n//She's transforming them into something,// I think, a sudden chill coursing through me with the precision of a scalpel, //She's making them female,// I think with horror. But then my eyes drift to the //very// male men also in the picture, //But what about them?//\n\nTurning my attention back to the notes, I find an annotation that explains, //Zal'chaas' chosen.// I realize, //Seems that a small number of her worshipers are granted //potency// as a reward for their faithfulness.//\n\nTearing my eyes away from the image, I take a deep calming breath before closing the book. While I put the book away, I can't help but wonder if this could explain why there are so many females in Wanton Cove, and what it might mean about the men.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 1>>For about an hour, I leaf through the old book. Page by page, I reveal unsettling images of monsters made of tentacles, and gaping maws of razor sharp teeth that are sure to haunt my dreams for the rest of my life. \n\nA hideous creature, the same as the statue in front of the church graces several of the pages. Its octopus like head seems to stare at me from the yellowed pages, the tentacles of its face seeming to shift every time I look away. But my eyes seem drawn to its erect canine cock, and I find myself unable to look away for long until I turn another page only to reveal more of the book's horrors.\n\nEvntually, I turn to a section of the book where there are several notes stuffed within and turn my attention to learning something. \n\nMost of my time is spent trying to compare the notes to what I find on the pages. In that time, I piece together the markings on the notes, realizing that there is a corresponding glyph on the note that matches one on the page across from it. Within a few short minutes, I have a firm grasp of that I'm looking at and start to use my considerable knowledge of the occult, combined with the notes, to decipher the page before me.\n\nThe page before me contains a fragmented, spiraling glyph. Just the sight of the unnatural glyph is enough to make me shiver. I quickly stamp down the feeling.\n\nProgress comes quickly. The book seems to be less a bible of sorts, and more the collected fragments of one. From the way the book is compiled, it seems to have been used as a reference for someone, most likely for some twisted form of worship. //Cults,// I think, slightly unsettled by the mere thought.\n\nThe early part of the book seems dedicated to explaining and depicting a hand full of what the book calls Great Old Ones. These Great Old Ones, ancient gods of near limitless power and terrible cruelty.\n\nOne intitiy seems to demand more attention than others, Cthulhu, //How do you even pronounce that?// I think, looking at the name that seems to be nothing more than a jumble of letters. The name seems associated with the humanoid creature with the octopus head. \n\nI get the sudden impression of this creature, looming tall as a skyscraper, looking down at me with cold uncaring eyes.\n\nMy heart begins to beat so violently that my chest begins to hurt, a sound like a wounded animal escaping my lips.\n\nTurning one more page, I see an illustration on the next page that I find myself drawn to. \n\n//Zal'chaas.// A voice seems to whisper seductively in my ear. Unable to look away from the pale faceless female with the large cock. The dark tentacles behind her seem to move on the page.\n\nSlamming the book closed, the pain begins immediately to subside, though my pulse takes much longer to slow. \n\nThe pain is slowly replaced by a subtle arousal, bringing attention to where <<if $Taint lte 39>>my cock, fully erect, throbs.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>hard penis has become completely hard.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>my tiny cock has hardened.\n\n<<else>>wet my new pussy has become. \n\n<</if>>Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I begin to wrap the book back up.\n\nFeeling deeply unsettled, I look at the book for a few more moments, knot really knowing //what// to expect, thought nothing happens.\n\n//Looks like this book is going to be taking up a bit of my time in the coming days.// \n\nUnsettled by the things I am reading, I eventually mark my spot and close the book once more.\n\n//Looks like I have a lot of reading to do in the coming days.// I think with a scowl.\n\n<<endif>>\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 12>><<if $Read gte 7>>Pulling the musty old tome from its resting place inside my heavy coat, I shiver as the cool air hits the place it was resting. In contrast, the book is warm against my fingers like a living thing.\n\nOnce I have sat the book on the small table in my room, I look at it for a long while. Concern etches my face as I realize just how precisely I have placed the book on the table, //Its placement is every bit as precise as when I first found the book.// I dismiss the thought, then reach for the front cover.\n\nThe book creaks softly as the cover is opened, revealing the book's contents. //I've spent a lot of hours with this book already. I'm growing familiar with a lot of its content.// I'm uncertain that my familiarity with the book's contents is a good thing. Even so, I carefully turn the pages until I reach the last section of the book that I have not looked at in much detail. \n\nWith each turn of a page, I become more and more aware of the way my fingertips linger against the coarse paper, caressing the pages as each horrid page moves past my vision.\n\nI'm in a trance like state when I finally reach the section I was working my way toward.\n\nIt is almost like I am possessed when I reach those final pages. I know that something is wrong, I can feel it deep down inside of myself like some clawed beast trying to savage its way out of my body.\n\nMy vision begins to fade along the edges, shifting to something completely foreign to me as I look at the page before me and see, . . . . something truly divine. The words I have spent so many days struggling to translate comes to me in a rush of understanding even as it drives me mad. \n\nLike a thousand razors spinning in the pit of my stomach, white hot pain rises up through my throat and into my mouth. But instead of blood, words begin to spill from my mouth as I start to read the pages laid out before me. \n\nI can not understand the words that are coming out of my mouth, but I intimately understand their meaning, //SHE is coming.//\n\nIn fear that borders on outright terror, I try to break my gaze from the page before me, push away from the table, close the book, or anything that may derail what is happening in this moment. But I find myself unable to do anything that can stop it.\n\nPage by page, in graphic detail, I recite the words that will awaken this book, this key that will empower the ritual needed to open the gateway between worlds. //SHE is coming, and I will be the tool she uses to release herself.//\n\nI want to scream in frustration and terror, but I am impotent to even do that. Instead, tears of despair run down my cheeks.\n\nWhen the final word leaves my raw throat, whatever had controlled me passes and a blood curdling scream escapes my lips in a cry that leaves me shaking uncontrollably. I shove away from the table with all of my strength, toppling the chair I am sitting in and falling to the floor as I do so. I lack even the coordination to stand, so I half crawl, half flail my way across the floor until my back is pressed against the wall, placing myself as far from the book as I am able.\n\nMy stomach churns, my entire body suddenly aching as I //feel// something, like a sounds that is too deep for me to actually hear even though it seems to reverberate through my body. \n\nThe window of my room bursts open with a spray of cold rain. My head jerks in that direction just in time to see a flash of lightning that leaves me seeing spots. The lightning strike is so close that the thunder comes instantly, rattling the entire building violently. I blink, trying to clear my vision enough to see, aware that the room seems so very dark all of a sudden.\n\nWind howls through the open window as rain continues to enter through the open space. I stagger to my feet, still mostly blinded by the flash of lightning and feeling like I'm standing in the middle of a whirlwind. \n\nI sense motion near the small table in my room. Instinctively, I reach for my .38 Special. I point my gun, but I can't see anything as my entire world is shades of black and dark grays strewn with the bright lights that dance across my vision from the lightning strike I just saw.\n\n"Who's there?" I call, pleasantly surprised that I'm able to project some strength through my tone even if I don't feel it.\n\n//Chu, nathuul ch'chaf, Zal'chaas.// The voice in my head sends a cold chill through me, but what comes next frightens me so badly that my bowls would release if they weren't clenched so tightly in fear. //My time is at hand,// The words are gibberish to me, but their meaning comes through clear as if she were speaking clearly in my ear, //You will open the door for me, soon.// The last word seems to linger for impossibly long. <<if $Day gte 9>>I am assaulted by memories of last night's terrible dream, where I was cutting patterns into the flesh of <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>> Azumi <<else>>the hermaphrodite <</if>>beneath me, of those fingers seeing those fingers appearing through those cuts as they seek their way through to our world through an unholy birth.<</if>>\n\nI can //feel// something cold near me, //her// presence is like a cool caress from a close lover. I would like to say that in that moment I had the fortitude to flee, or even try to. However my deepest desire is that she would close that hair's breath of distance between us and //touch// me. I can feel my reason crumbling, madness creeping into my mind like a living thing that seems intent to burrow itself inside my brain.\n\nBlinking again, the room seems suddenly brighter, I can make out shapes now, and //she// is nowhere to be seen. \n\nA knock at my room's door causes me to pivot in that direction, I nearly pull the trigger of my .38 Special still in my hand. //You will open the door for me, soon.// The words whispering in the back of my mind like something being spoken down a long hallway.\n\n"Who's there?" I ask for the second time in as many minutes.\n\n[[Continue.|FinalBook]]\n\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 6>>Laying the heavy book on the small table in my room, I pause to look at it for almost a minute before starting to reach out toward the book again.\n\nI can see my hand tremble slightly, followed immediately by a shiver that strikes me like a jolt of electricity.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>Zal'chaas' voice coos loudly in my mind, urging me to open the cover again. Merely thinking her name seems to give her more strength, to make her place inside my head more prominent.\n\nIn spite of a growing sense that I should not open the book, I gently turn the pages of the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 2>>//Her// voice coos softly in the back of my mind, urging me to open the cover once more.\n\nInwardly, I struggle with myself, part of me wanting to bundle the book back up, take it to the docks, and throw it into the ocean. The rest of me feels a nearly uncontrollable compulsion to delve into the book's secrets again.\n\n//I've got to do what I've got to do,// I think, opening the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 1>>Somewhere deep in the back of my head, I think I hear something, a feminine voice that seems to urge me to open the book, to delve deeper into its mysteries.\n\nI listen closely, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from, but the harder I try to listen, the harder it becomes to hear.\n\nAfter a minute, I dismiss it as paranoia, then open the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<<else>>Not looking forward to delving deeper into the book's secrets, but seeing little other choice, I open the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<</if>>I start by spending a couple of minutes reviewing what I had read previously. About the vessel that would allow //her// to come here permanently.\n\nThe following pages however begin to discuss how the vessel would come into being in the first place.\n\nA series of images accompanied with text that is more difficult to decipher than anything I have seen in the book so far, is scrawled across the next few pages. It takes a lot of time, hours in fact, to really start to piece together what I am looking at.\n\nIn the images, there is a man, laying on his back, naked. I can't be completely sure, but the figure appears to be associated with purity, though there are also indicators that he came from somewhere specific, or perhaps was brought about by his own special set of circumstances?\n\nTurning the page, the man is present once more, there is also a second figure. The second figure is clearly female, though in stark contrast of the male, she seems to instead embody corruption. All across the pages are small rituals and notes related to the woman's preparations.\n\nThe next page shows the two in the act of copulation, after which the female shows signs of pregnancy. What I can decipher from the pages indicates that the baby is somehow changed at the moment of conception, the mother's arousal staining the child's soul though the child somehow seems to mirror its father's purity.\n\nLeaning back, my brow furrows with thought as I try to make sense of what I'm looking at, <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>//Could this be how Azumi was conceived? It would seem that Mr Morichi has a lot to answer for.<<else>> but lacking any context I'm left frustrated instead.<</if>>\n\nUnhappy and troubled by this new revelation, I close the book once more.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>Sighing heavily, I place the old book on the table before me. For almost a minute, I resist the urge to open the front cover.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//Her// voice echoes in the back of my mind, the sound building upon itself to the point it is nearly deafening. \n\n"Ahhhhhh!" I scream out loud in an attempt to silence her. \n\nWith a jarring suddenness, I find myself bathed in silence. \nListening carefully for her whispers, I start to hear the sounds coming from the tavern below my room, //Did the people down there hear me?// \n\nI want to giggle at the thought, //Even if they did, it does not matter. Half of them are likely in league with //her//, and the rest are surely too ignorant to comprehend the horror lurking on their doorstep.//\n\n"I will unravel your secrets," I mumble, half to myself, half to //her.//\n\nIn my mind, I suddenly feel like I'm standing on th eprecepis of something big, something important, then the moment passes, leaving me feeling somewhat disoriented. The first thing I focus on is the book before me.\n\nReaching out, I touch the front cover of the book, //There's a strange beauty to it, isn't there?// I'm only mildly surprised that my thoughts don't answer themselves.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I can hear a voice, //her voice// whispering in the back of my mind. Cooing, trying to coax me into opening the cover and delve further into the dark secrets the book contains.\n\n//She's using it to manipulate me,// I sit back from the book suddenly. Not wanting to touch it until another revalation strikes me, //But she'd know that I'd figure that out, so that means she's actually trying to prevent me from reading further.// \n\nThe sircular logic leaves me feeling disoriented and helpless. \n\nLacking a better alternative, I start to reach for the book to open it.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>//Perhaps the book has some kind of power over me. Forcing me to open its cover and taint myself with the evil within?// I shake my head quickly, dispelling the thought. //Has to be done, it might hold more clues.//\n\n<<else>>I clinch my fist, part of me not wanting to open the book again, //Got to be done, I might be able to do something useful.//\n\n<<endif>>My fingers touch the cover, tracing over the unadorned surface. When I reach the edge, I open the book, at random in the last half, near a thicker grouping of notes sticking out of it.\n\nI'm greeted with a horrifically beautiful sight.\n\nTwo pictures, one on each page across from each other. \n\nIts possible that the pictures are simply an extension of the ritual slaughter I had seen previously in the book, but there are little differences between these pictures and what I had seen before. The body has subtle little differences.\n\nI reach out, touching the page like its something delicate, fingertips tracing the countours of the first image.\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//It looks like Azumi except for the missing face.// I realize with a start. Goosebumps break out suddenly across my skin and I shiver involuntarily.\n\nI let my eyes linger, taking in every detail of the picture and comparing it to my memory. With every detail I am able to match, the sense of unease in my gut increases.\n\nFeeling suddenly light headed, I get up from the chair, swooning slightly before catching myself. \n\nTaking the couple of steps towards the window of my room, I pull it open in spite of the storm raging outside. The heavy rain and cold air rush in to greet me. I inhale deeply of the salty sea air, filling my lungs with its chill.\n\nAfter a few seconds, a puddle is already starting to form inside the window, and though the briskness of the storm helps me center myself again, I close the window again.\n\nHesitantly, I turn back towards the book, trepedation filling me as I return to the chair. \n\n<<endif>>Troubled, I start making use of the notes, trying to decipher the cryptic text upon the page. \n\n//Its something about //her// 'vessel'// I'm able to piece together, //Part of her but now?// What I'm able to decipher leaves me even more confused than I was previously, yet at the same time I can sense that there is something of terrible significance here.\n\n//I need to talk with Mr Morichi about this. He may be able to shed some light on this.// I realize, then file the thought away as I continue to decipher as much of the text as I am able. \n\nPerhaps an hour later, I lean back from the book.\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//Azumi, does this mean she is in danger? How does she fit into all of this, what does she have to do with Zal'chaas?// Even the act of thinking her name brings the sound of her voice, echoing in the back of my mind like something whispered down a endless black tunnel.\n\nThe chill I feel has nothing to do with my damp shirt. <<if $Madness gte 3>>//What have I gotten myself into?// I think in a near panic. All around me, I can feel the shadows encroaching, drawing closer around me, but every time I look, they are exactly where they should be. \n\nThe deep rumbling crack of thunder is enough to make me jump. I laugh suddenly at my own reaction, but the sound is frail, like glass on the verge of breaking.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I want to curl up into a ball, hoping that this whole thing just goes away. //This is all just a bad dream,// I try to assure myself, but deep down I know its a lie.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>The thought that there could be any truth to this is enough to shake my resolve.\n\n<<else>>//This can't be real.//\n\n<<endif>>Taking a deep shuddering breath, I look back at the pages, going over the text one last time to make sure I can not glean some additional bit of information from the pages.\n\n//So, this Zal'chaas,// I hear a sudden whisper of the gutteral language //she// speaks in the back of my mind, //Just leave me alone!// My rebuttal comes unbidden to my mind.\n\nAs the whispers still, I return to my previous train of thought. //It would seem that Azumi may play a part in whatever is happening, but I'm unsure what that part is.//\n\n<<else>>//This vessel, it seems I need to figure out how she fits into the plans of Zal'chaas.// Even the act of thinking her name brings the sound of her voice, echoing in the back of my mind like something whispered down a endless black tunnel.\n\nThe chill I feel has nothing to do with my damp shirt. <<if $Madness gte 3>>//What have I gotten myself into?// I think in a near panic. All around me, I can feel the shadows encroaching, drawing closer around me, but every time I look, they are exactly where they should be. \n\nThe deep rumbling crack of thunder is enough to make me jump. I laugh suddenly at my own reaction, but the sound is frail, like glass on the verge of breaking.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I want to curl up into a ball, hoping that this whole thing just goes away. //This is all just a bad dream,// I try to assure myself, but deep down I know its a lie.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>The thought that there could be any truth to this is enough to shake my resolve.\n\n<<else>>//This can't be real.//\n\n<<endif>>Taking a deep shuddering breath, I look back at the pages, going over the text one last time to make sure I can not glean some additional bit of information from the pages.\n\n//So, this Zal'chaas,// I hear a sudden whisper of the gutteral language //she// speaks in the back of my mind, //Just leave me alone!// My rebuttal comes unbidden to my mind.\n\nAs the whispers still, I return to my previous train of thought. //It would seem that Azumi may play a part in whatever is happening, but I'm unsure what that part is.//\n\n<<endif>><<set $Vessel to "Played">>I do my best to ignore the slight tremble in my hands as I close the book once more.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 4>>I take a deep breath and close my eyes for several seconds before finally opening the old leatherbound tome.\n\nMy eyes flicker to the bare bulb hanging overhead before turning to the book.\n\nI start to look for the place I had last left off, but then an image catches my eye.\n\nOn the page is ilustrated an unnatural creature, like a cross between a man, a fish, and a frog. If someone would have asked me if such a creature could possibly exist just a few short days ago, I would have dismissed the notion as pure fantasy. Now, after spending several days in Wanton Cove, . . . . I'm not so sure anymore. \n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//Its real,// I fight an almost overwhelming need to find some place to hide, to flee from the horrors I have seen since coming to Wanton Cove. //Its all real, and even if I tried to tell someone, they’d just think I’m mad.//\n\nA soft giggle escapes my lips as I contemplate the hopeless nature of the situation I find myself in. \n\n//Its reaching a point where I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.// The dark thought causes another giggle, this time even I can hear the sad madness in my tone. <<elseif $Madness gte 2>> For just a second, I feel an almost overwhelming hopelessness wash over me. //Do they serve //her?// Or are they something else entirely?// \n\nNo matter how hard I try, I seem unable to force the thought aside.\n\n//Its reaching a point where I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.// The dark thought crosses my mind. <<elseif $Madness gte 1>>For just a second, I feel an almost overwhelming hopelessness wash over me. \n\n//Its reaching a point where I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.// The dark thought crosses my mind.<<else>>//Its reaching a point where I'm not even sure what's real anymore,// I think darkly.<<endif>>\n\nI spend nearly an hour going over the page with the image and the one beside it. It seem that the creatures are called //Deep Ones// and serve the //Great Old Ones// as slaves, or maybe unquestioning servants. \n\nAfter a while, I realize that I haven't been able to piece together anything more for several minutes, and finally decide to close the book for now.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 3>>Laying the book on my little table, I look at it for almost a minute before finally reaching out to open it. \n\nOnce open, I thumb past a few pages I have already worked on until I reach a part of the book I've yet to go over in any detail.\n\n<<if $C2B is "Played">>When my eyes come to rest on the red inked page, I look at the scene depicted. At first, I think the darkened background is meant to depict the sky, but when I see the stone slab depicted at the center of the drawing, candles lit all along the edges, I almost instantly know that this is the 'cathedral.'<<else>>The picture depicts some form of disk with candles all along its edges, there appears to be a darkened space around it. <</if>>All around it are hooded figures, all with curved daggers. The picture depicts the group as they dismember the woman. The horror on the woman's face in the illustration makes it clear that she is still alive during all of it. Beside her on the disk is what appears to be an abnormally large severed penis.\n\nFor the briefest of moments, I feel relief that this is only a picture, but that pleasant fantasy is dashed as I think of the murder scene in that alley what seems like only yesterday.\n\nAcross from the first macebre drawing is a series of illustrations depicting the same group of cultists reassembling the body, making modifications to it as they go. I'm barely half way through the sequence of crude drawings before I have a pretty good idea of what to expect on the coming page.\n\nSure enough, as I turn the page, I'm surprised that there are several more drawings, the first showing the fully assembled body, now with a penis between her legs, a fan of hair around her head, and skin pulled tightly across her face to give her the impression of having no face at all.\n\nAs I continue down the page, there are words that I work to translate, quickly I realize that this is some form of ritual with instructions on how to perform it.\n\nThe next image depicts the robed figures removing their robes to reveal their state of arousal.\n\nThe final image shows the corpse standing in their midst, arms spread and surrounded by shadows that look like they could crawl off the page. \n\nExamining the text, I have a near certainty that these cultists believe they can summon Zal'chaas through this ritual.\n\nReading further, I piece together bits and pieces about the ritual and come to the understanding that the longer she remains on this plane of existence, the more powerful she would become, possibly even reaching a point where she can cross into our world at will from //wherever// she belongs.\n\nFor a few more minutes, I stare at the paper, so focused on the pages that I barely notice as the lights in the room begin to dimn.\n\nStartled by the shift in lighting, I look up towards the light fixture to see a large moth clinging to the bulb, blocking much of the light coming from it.\n\nI turn to look for something I can swat the moth away with without breaking the bulb, seeing only the cloth I've been wrapping the old book I was just researching to use. Grabbing it, I turn back to the light, only to see that the moth is no longer there.\n\nA chill runs through me as the room seems to darken further for a second, then the light suddenly goes out. \n\nInstinctively, my hand goes to my .38 Special, drawing it though I can see nothing in the darkened room. \n\nStanding still, I listen carefully. I can hear the sounds of people downstairs in the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nWhen I feel something brush my brow, I flinch away suddenly, swatting at whatever touched me. \n\nAlmost instantly, the lights flicker. Out of the corner of my eye, I feel more than see pale white flesh. Goosebumps break out across my flesh and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. My breath catches in my throat as I pivot my gun towards what I had seen in that split second of flickering light.\n\nThen as quick as it had begun, the light is back in the room as if nothing had ever happened.\n\nI spend a minute searching the tiny room for any sign of my unwanted guests, but neither the moth or the pale creature form that I have begun to both fear and love, are anywhere to be seen.\n\nA few minutes later, I've wrapped the book back up and tucked it away once more.\n\nI try to ignore the slight tremor in my gun hand as I finally slip it back into its holster.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 2>>As I prepare to research the book, I open it to near where I had been reading before.\n\nThe page is largely dominated a picture of naked humans, all crowded in around the faceless woman I recognize all too well. Black tentacles seem to reach out from her, holding several of the humans in place. \n\nSome of the humans are looking at themselves in horror, openly gaping at their tiny penises, most of which also have budding breasts.\n\nOthers seem to welcome those same changes, their orgasms evident in their discharge flying through the air, smiles on their faces. \n\nStill others look larger than life, muscular with raging cocks of impressive size. Out of at least twenty people in the picture, I see only two of these men in the picture. Each of them looking longingly at Zal'chaas even as they shamelessly grope some of the more feminine figures around them.\n\nUsing the notes within the book, I'm able to piece together that this image is supposedly the representation of some ritual in her name. It also clearly conveys that the people's arousal as well as their state of physical being are subject to her power.\n\n//She's transforming them into something,// I think, a sudden chill coursing through me with the precision of a scalpel, //She's making them female,// I think with horror. But then my eyes drift to the //very// male men also in the picture, //But what about them?//\n\nTearing my eyes away from the image, I take a deep calming breath before closing the book.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 1>>For about an hour, I leaf through the old book. Page by page, I reveal unsettling images of monsters made of tentacles, and gaping maws of razor sharp teeth that are sure to haunt my dreams for the rest of my life. \n\nA hideous creature, the same as the statue in front of the church graces several of the pages. Its octopus like head seems to stare at me from the yellowed pages, the tentacles of its face seeming to shift every time I look away. But my eyes seem drawn to its erect canine cock, and I find myself unable to look away for long until I turn another page only to reveal more of the book's horrors.\n\nEvntually, I turn to a section of the book where there are several notes stuffed within and turn my attention to learning something. \n\nMost of my time is spent trying to compare the notes to what I find on the pages. In that time, I piece together the markings on the notes, realizing that there is a corresponding glyph on the note that matches one on the page across from it. Just looking at it is enough to send a sudden chill down my spine. Within a few short minutes, I have a grasp of that I'm looking at and start to decipher the page before me.\n\nThe page before me contains a fragmented, spiraling glyph. Using the notes, and my knowledge of the occult, I begin to piece together what I am looking at.\n\nI slowly manage to piece together something about this book, and the //cult// it represents. They seem to believe in a race of ancient gods known at the Great Old Ones. The book speaks of their near limitless power and the horrors they casually dispensed on mortals.\n\nTurning one more page, I see an illustration on the next page that is instantly identifiable to me. The body in the alley, and more recently, the statue in front of the church.\n\n//Zal'chaas.// A voice seems to whisper seductively in my ear.\n\nSlamming the book closed, the pain begins immediately to subside, though my pulse takes much longer to slow. \n\nThe pain is slowly replaced by a subtle arousal, bringing attention to where <<if $Taint lte 39>>my cock, fully erect, throbs.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>hard penis has become completely hard.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>my tiny cock has hardened.\n\n<<else>>wet my new pussy has become. \n\n<</if>>//Looks like I have a lot of reading to do in the coming days.// I think with a scowl.\n\n<</if>>\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 9>><<if $Read gte 7>>Pulling the musty old tome from its resting place inside my heavy coat, I shiver as the cool air hits the place it was resting. In contrast, the book is warm against my fingers like a living thing.\n\nOnce I have sat the book on the small table in my room, I look at it for a long while. Concern etches my face as I realize just how precisely I have placed the book on the table, //Its placement is every bit as precise as when I first found the book.// I dismiss the thought, then reach for the front cover.\n\nThe book creaks softly as the cover is opened, revealing the book's contents. //I've spent a lot of hours with this book already. I'm growing familiar with a lot of its content.// I'm uncertain that my familiarity with the book's contents is a good thing. Even so, I carefully turn the pages until I reach the last section of the book that I have not looked at in much detail. \n\nWith each turn of a page, I become more and more aware of the way my fingertips linger against the coarse paper, caressing the pages as each horrid page moves past my vision.\n\nI'm in a trance like state when I finally reach the section I was working my way toward.\n\nIt is almost like I am possessed when I reach those final pages. I know that something is wrong, I can feel it deep down inside of myself like some clawed beast trying to savage its way out of my body.\n\nMy vision begins to fade along the edges, shifting to something completely foreign to me as I look at the page before me and see, . . . . something truly divine. The words I have spent so many days struggling to translate comes to me in a rush of understanding even as it drives me mad. \n\nLike a thousand razors spinning in the pit of my stomach, white hot pain rises up through my throat and into my mouth. But instead of blood, words begin to spill from my mouth as I start to read the pages laid out before me. \n\nI can not understand the words that are coming out of my mouth, but I intimately understand their meaning, //SHE is coming.//\n\nIn fear that borders on outright terror, I try to break my gaze from the page before me, push away from the table, close the book, or anything that may derail what is happening in this moment. But I find myself unable to do anything that can stop it.\n\nPage by page, in graphic detail, I recite the words that will awaken this book, this key that will empower the ritual needed to open the gateway between worlds. //SHE is coming, and I will be the tool she uses to release herself.//\n\nI want to scream in frustration and terror, but I am impotent to even do that. Instead, tears of despair run down my cheeks.\n\nWhen the final word leaves my raw throat, whatever had controlled me passes and a blood curdling scream escapes my lips in a cry that leaves me shaking uncontrollably. I shove away from the table with all of my strength, toppling the chair I am sitting in and falling to the floor as I do so. I lack even the coordination to stand, so I half crawl, half flail my way across the floor until my back is pressed against the wall, placing myself as far from the book as I am able.\n\nMy stomach churns, my entire body suddenly aching as I //feel// something, like a sounds that is too deep for me to actually hear even though it seems to reverberate through my body. \n\nThe window of my room bursts open with a spray of cold rain. My head jerks in that direction just in time to see a flash of lightning that leaves me seeing spots. The lightning strike is so close that the thunder comes instantly, rattling the entire building violently. I blink, trying to clear my vision enough to see, aware that the room seems so very dark all of a sudden.\n\nWind howls through the open window as rain continues to enter through the open space. I stagger to my feet, still mostly blinded by the flash of lightning and feeling like I'm standing in the middle of a whirlwind. \n\nI sense motion near the small table in my room. Instinctively, I reach for my .38 Special. I point my gun, but I can't see anything as my entire world is shades of black and dark grays strewn with the bright lights that dance across my vision from the lightning strike I just saw.\n\n"Who's there?" I call, pleasantly surprised that I'm able to project some strength through my tone even if I don't feel it.\n\n//Chu, nathuul ch'chaf, Zal'chaas.// The voice in my head sends a cold chill through me, but what comes next frightens me so badly that my bowls would release if they weren't clenched so tightly in fear. //My time is at hand,// The words are gibberish to me, but their meaning comes through clear as if she were speaking clearly in my ear, //You will open the door for me, soon.// The last word seems to linger for impossibly long. <<if $Day gte 9>>I am assaulted by memories of last night's terrible dream, where I was cutting patterns into the flesh of <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>> Azumi <<else>>the hermaphrodite <</if>>beneath me, of those fingers seeing those fingers appearing through those cuts as they seek their way through to our world through an unholy birth.<</if>>\n\nI can //feel// something cold near me, //her// presence is like a cool caress from a close lover. I would like to say that in that moment I had the fortitude to flee, or even try to. However my deepest desire is that she would close that hair's breath of distance between us and //touch// me. I can feel my reason crumbling, madness creeping into my mind like a living thing that seems intent to burrow itself inside my brain.\n\nBlinking again, the room seems suddenly brighter, I can make out shapes now, and //she// is nowhere to be seen. \n\nA knock at my room's door causes me to pivot in that direction, I nearly pull the trigger of my .38 Special still in my hand. //You will open the door for me, soon.// The words whispering in the back of my mind like something being spoken down a long hallway.\n\n"Who's there?" I ask for the second time in as many minutes.\n\n[[Continue.|FinalBook]]\n\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 6>>Laying the heavy book on the small table in my room, I pause to look at it for almost a minute before starting to reach out toward the book again.\n\nI can see my hand tremble slightly, followed immediately by a shiver that strikes me like a jolt of electricity.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>Zal'chaas' voice coos loudly in my mind, urging me to open the cover again. Merely thinking her name seems to give her more strength, to make her place inside my head more prominent.\n\nIn spite of a growing sense that I should not open the book, I gently turn the pages of the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 2>>//Her// voice coos softly in the back of my mind, urging me to open the cover once more.\n\nInwardly, I struggle with myself, part of me wanting to bundle the book back up, take it to the docks, and throw it into the ocean. The rest of me feels a nearly uncontrollable compulsion to delve into the book's secrets again.\n\n//I've got to do what I've got to do,// I think, opening the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 1>>Somewhere deep in the back of my head, I think I hear something, a feminine voice that seems to urge me to open the book, to delve deeper into its mysteries.\n\nI listen closely, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from, but the harder I try to listen, the harder it becomes to hear.\n\nAfter a minute, I dismiss it as paranoia, then open the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<<else>>Not looking forward to delving deeper into the book's secrets, but seeing little other choice, I open the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<</if>>I start by spending a couple of minutes reviewing what I had read previously. About the vessel that would allow //her// to come here permanently.\n\nThe following pages however seems to be releated to how the vessel would come into being in the first place.\n\nA series of images accompanied with text that is more difficult to decipher than anything I have seen in the book so far, is scrawled across the next few pages. It takes a lot of time, hours in fact, to really start to piece together what I am looking at.\n\nIn the images, there is a man, laying on his back, naked. I struggle to make sense of what I am seeing, but the figure appears to be associated with purity, though there are also indicators that he came from somewhere specific, maybe some other ritual that I have not yet seen in the book?\n\nTurning the page, the man is present once more, there is also a second figure. The second figure is clearly female, though in stark contrast of the male, she seems to instead be a force of evil. All across the pages are small rituals and notes related somehow to the woman.\n\nThe next page shows the two in the act of copulation, after which the female shows signs of pregnancy. I can't quite make sense of the symbols related to the child, though there is some indication that it took at least //something// from each parent..\n\nLeaning back, my brow furrows with thought as I try to make sense of what I'm looking at, <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>//Could this be how Azumi was conceived? If so, Mr Morichi has a lot to answer for.//<<else>> but lacking any context I'm left frustrated instead.<</if>>\n\nUnhappy and troubled by this new revelation, I close the book once more.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>Sighing heavily, I place the old book on the table before me. For almost a minute, I resist the urge to open the front cover.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//Her// voice echoes in the back of my mind, the sound building upon itself to the point it is nearly deafening. \n\n"Ahhhhhh!" I scream out loud in an attempt to silence her. \n\nWith a jarring suddenness, I find myself bathed in silence. \nListening carefully for her whispers, I start to hear the sounds coming from the tavern below my room, //Did the people down there hear me?// \n\nI want to giggle at the thought, //Even if they did, it does not matter. Half of them are likely in league with //her//, and the rest are surely too ignorant to comprehend the horror lurking on their doorstep.//\n\n"I will unravel your secrets," I mumble softly, half to myself, half to //her.//\n\nIn my mind, I suddenly feel like I'm standing on th eprecepis of something big, something important, then the moment passes, leaving me feeling somewhat disoriented. The first thing I focus on is the book before me.\n\nReaching out, I touch the front cover of the book, //There's a strange beauty to it, isn't there?// I'm only mildly surprised that my thoughts don't answer themselves.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I can hear a voice, //her voice// whispering in the back of my mind. Cooing, trying to coax me into opening the cover and delve further into the dark secrets the book contains.\n\n//She's using it to manipulate me,// I sit back from the book suddenly. Not wanting to touch it until another revalation strikes me, //But she'd know that I'd figure that out, so that means she's actually trying to prevent me from reading further.// \n\nThe sircular logic leaves me feeling disoriented and helpless. \n\nLacking a better alternative, I start to reach for the book to open it.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>//Perhaps the book has some kind of power over me. Forcing me to open its cover and taint myself with the evil within?// I shake my head quickly, dispelling the thought. //Has to be done, it might hold more clues.//\n\n<<else>>I clinch my fist, part of me not wanting to open the book again, //Got to be done, I might be able to do something useful.//\n\n<<endif>>My fingers touch the cover, tracing over the unadorned surface. When I reach the edge, I open the book, at random in the last half, near a thicker grouping of notes sticking out of it.\n\nI'm greeted with a horrifically beautiful sight.\n\nTwo pictures, one on each page across from each other. \n\nI quickly conclude that this is somehow an extension of the ritual I had found in the book previously.\n\nReaching out I touch the page like its something delicate, fingertips tracing the countours of the first image.\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//It looks like Azumi except for the missing face.// I realize with a start. Goosebumps break out suddenly across my skin and I shiver involuntarily.\n\nI let my eyes linger, taking in every detail of the picture and comparing it to my memory. With every detail I am able to match, the sense of unease in my gut increases.\n\nFeeling suddenly light headed, I get up from the chair, swooning slightly before catching myself. \n\nTaking the couple of steps towards the window of my room, I pull it open in spite of the storm raging outside. The heavy rain and cold air rush in to greet me. I inhale deeply of the salty sea air, filling my lungs with its chill.\n\nAfter a few seconds, a puddle is already starting to form inside the window, and though the briskness of the storm helps me center myself again, I close the window again.\n\nHesitantly, I turn back towards the book, trepedation filling me as I return to the chair. \n\n<<endif>>Troubled, I start making use of the notes, trying to decipher the cryptic text upon the page. \n\n//Its something about a 'vessel'// The content of the pages are confusing and I'm only able to decipher bits and pieces to create a fragmented interpretation of the whole, //She's the vessel? Or created the vessel?// I growl in impotent frustration, fighting back the urge to simply throw the book across the room. Staring at the pages, I feel like I'm missing something of terrible significance here.\n\n//I need to talk with Mr Morichi about this. He may be able to fill in some of the gaps for me.// I realize, then file the thought away as I continue to decipher as much of the text as I am able. \n\nPerhaps an hour later, I lean back from the book. Wanting to pull my hair out in my fristration\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>//Is that really Azumi depicted in these pages? How does she fit into all of this, what does she have to do with Zal'chaas?// Even the act of thinking her name brings the sound of her voice, echoing in the back of my mind like something whispered down a endless black tunnel.\n\nThe chill I feel has nothing to do with my damp shirt. <<if $Madness gte 3>>//What have I gotten myself into?// I think in a near panic. All around me, I can feel the shadows encroaching, drawing closer around me, but every time I look, they are exactly where they should be. \n\nThe deep rumbling crack of thunder is enough to make me jump. I laugh suddenly at my own reaction, but the sound is frail, like glass on the verge of breaking.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I want to curl up into a ball, hoping that this whole thing just goes away. //This is all just a bad dream,// I try to assure myself, but deep down I know its a lie.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>The thought that there could be any truth to this is enough to shake my resolve.\n\n<<else>>//This can't be real.//\n\n<<endif>>Taking a deep shuddering breath, I look back at the pages, going over the text one last time to make sure I can not glean some additional bit of information from the pages, but all the act serves to accomplish is to vex me further.\n\n<<else>>//This vessel, it seems I need to figure out how she fits into the plans of Zal'chaas.// Even the act of thinking her name brings the sound of her voice, echoing in the back of my mind like something whispered down a endless black tunnel. <<if $Madness gte 3>>//What have I gotten myself into?// I think in a near panic. All around me, I can feel the shadows encroaching, drawing closer around me, but every time I look, they are exactly where they should be. \n\nThe deep rumbling crack of thunder is enough to make me jump. I laugh suddenly at my own reaction, but the sound is frail, like glass on the verge of breaking.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I want to curl up into a ball, hoping that this whole thing just goes away. //This is all just a bad dream,// I try to assure myself, but deep down I know its a lie.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>The thought that there could be any truth to this is enough to shake my resolve.\n\n<<else>>//This can't be real.//\n\n<<endif>>Taking a deep shuddering breath, I look back at the pages, going over the text one last time to make sure I can not glean some additional bit of information from the pages.\n\nFinally leaning back, //Maybe Azumi has some part to play in all of this, or perhaps its a coincidence. Either way, its something I should look into. After all, its not like I have many other leads on this.//\n\n<<endif>><<set $Vessel to "Played">>I do my best to ignore the slight tremble in my hands as I close the book once more.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 4>>I take a deep breath and close my eyes for several seconds before finally opening the old leatherbound tome.\n\nMy eyes flicker to the bare bulb hanging overhead before turning to the book.\n\nI start to look for the place I had last left off, but then an image catches my eye.\n\nOn the page is ilustrated an unnatural creature, like a cross between a man, a fish, and a frog. If someone would have asked me if such a creature could possibly exist just a few short days ago, I would have dismissed the notion as pure fantasy. Now, after spending several days in Wanton Cove, . . . . I'm not so sure anymore. \n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//Its real,// I fight an almost overwhelming need to find some place to hide, to flee from the horrors I have seen since coming to Wanton Cove. //Its all real, and even if I tried to tell someone, they’d just think I’m mad.//\n\nA soft giggle escapes my lips as I contemplate the hopeless nature of the situation I find myself in. \n\n//Its reaching a point where I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.// The dark thought causes another giggle, this time even I can hear the sad madness in my tone. <<elseif $Madness gte 2>> For just a second, I feel an almost overwhelming hopelessness wash over me. //Do they serve //her?// Or are they something else entirely?// \n\nNo matter how hard I try, I seem unable to force the thought aside.\n\n//Its reaching a point where I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.// The dark thought crosses my mind. <<elseif $Madness gte 1>>For just a second, I feel an almost overwhelming hopelessness wash over me. \n\n//Its reaching a point where I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.// The dark thought crosses my mind.<<else>>//Its reaching a point where I'm not even sure what's real anymore,// I think darkly.<</if>>\n\nI spend nearly an hour going over the page with the image and the one beside it. It seem that the creatures are called //Deep Ones// and serve the //Great Old Ones// in some capacity.\n\nAfter a while, I realize that I haven't been able to piece together anything more for several minutes, and finally decide to close the book for now.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 3>>Laying the book on my little table, I look at it for almost a minute before finally reaching out to open it. \n\nOnce open, I thumb past a few pages I have already worked on until I reach a part of the book I've yet to go over in any detail.\n\n<<if $C2B is "Played">>When my eyes come to rest on the red inked page, I look at the scene depicted. At first, I think the darkened background is meant to depict the sky, but when I see the stone slab depicted at the center of the drawing, candles lit all along the edges, I have a strong suspicion that this is the 'cathedral.'<<else>>The picture depicts some form of disk with candles all along its edges, there appears to be a darkened space around it. <<endif>>All around it are hooded figures, all with curved daggers. The picture depicts the group as they seem to dismember the woman. The look on the woman's face in the illustration makes me wonder if she is still alive during all of it. Beside her on the disk is what appears to be an abnormally large severed penis.\n\nFor the briefest of moments, I feel relief that this is only a picture, but that pleasant fantasy is dashed as I think of the murder scene in that alley what seems like only yesterday.\n\nAcross from the first macebre drawing is a series of illustrations depicting the same group of cultists moving pieces of the body around, it takes me several pictures to realize that they are rebuilding it into something new. \n\nTurning the next page, I'm surprised that there are several more drawings, the first showing the fully assembled body, now with a penis between her legs, a fan of hair around her head, and skin pulled tightly across her face to give her the impression of having no face at all.\n\nAs I continue down the page, there are words that I work to translate, it takes me a few minutes, but I start to realize that this is supposed to be some kind of ritual.\n\nThe next image depicts the robed figures removing their robes to reveal their state of arousal.\n\nThe final image shows the corpse standing in their midst, arms spread and surrounded by shadows that look like they could crawl off the page. \n\nReading further, I piece together bits and pieces about the ritual and come to the understanding that it has something to do with our plane of existance and another, though I'm not entirely sure what it all means.\n\nFor a few more minutes, I stare at the paper, so focused on the pages that I barely notice as the lights in the room begin to dimn.\n\nStartled by the shift in lighting, I look up towards the light fixture to see a large moth clinging to the bulb, blocking much of the light coming from it.\n\nI turn to look for something I can swat the moth away with without breaking the bulb, seeing only the cloth I've been wrapping the old book I was just researching to use. Grabbing it, I turn back to the light, only to see that the moth is no longer there.\n\nA chill runs through me as the room seems to darken further for a second, then the light suddenly goes out. \n\nInstinctively, my hand goes to my .38 Special, drawing it though I can see nothing in the darkened room. \n\nStanding still, I listen carefully. I can hear the sounds of people downstairs in the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nWhen I feel something brush my brow, I flinch away suddenly, swatting at whatever touched me. \n\nAlmost instantly, the lights flicker. Out of the corner of my eye, I feel more than see pale white flesh. Goosebumps break out across my flesh and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. My breath catches in my throat as I pivot my gun towards what I had seen in that split second of flickering light.\n\nThen as quick as it had begun, the light is back in the room as if nothing had ever happened.\n\nI spend a minute searching the tiny room for any sign of my unwanted guests, but neither the moth or the pale creature form that I have begun to both fear and love, are anywhere to be seen.\n\nA few minutes later, I've wrapped the book back up and tucked it away once more.\n\nI try to ignore the slight tremor in my gun hand as I finally slip it back into its holster.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 2>>As I prepare to research the book, I open it to near where I had been reading before.\n\nThe page is largely dominated a picture of naked humans, all crowded in around the faceless woman I recognize all too well. Black tentacles seem to reach out from her, holding several of the humans in place. \n\nSome of the humans are looking at themselves in horror, openly gaping at their tiny penises, most of which also have budding breasts.\n\nOthers seem to welcome those same changes, their orgasms evident in their discharge flying through the air, smiles on their faces. \n\nStill others look larger than life, muscular with raging cocks of impressive size. Out of at least twenty people in the picture, I see only two of these men in the picture. Each of them looking longingly at Zal'chaas even as they shamelessly grope some of the more feminine figures around them.\n\nUsing the notes within the book, I'm able to slowly piece together that this might be some kind of ritual, or perhaps a representation of her power or influence.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 1>>For about an hour, I leaf through the old book. Page by page, I reveal unsettling images of monsters made of tentacles, and gaping maws of razor sharp teeth that are sure to haunt my dreams for the rest of my life. \n\nA hideous creature, the same as the statue in front of the church graces several of the pages. Its octopus like head seems to stare at me from the yellowed pages, the tentacles of its face seeming to shift every time I look away. But my eyes seem drawn to its erect canine cock, and I find myself unable to look away for long until I turn another page only to reveal more of the book's horrors.\n\nEvntually, I turn to a section of the book where there are several notes stuffed within and turn my attention to learning something. \n\nMost of my time is spent trying to compare the notes to what I find on the pages. I'm almost frustrated enough to slam the book shut when I have a sudden realization, there is a corresponding glyph on the note that matches one on the page across from it. Just looking at it is enough to send a sudden chill down my spine. \n\nAfter that, its slow work, but I finally begin to piece together what I'm looking at. Something about the //Great Old Ones// that the owners of this book worshiped. Working through the first few pages, I am chilled to my core when I read of the casual horrors depicted within.\n\nTurning one more page, I see an illustration on the next page that is instantly identifiable to me. The body in the alley, and more recently, the statue in front of the church.\n\n//Zal'chaas.// A voice seems to whisper seductively in my ear.\n\nShuddering, I close the book. \n\nThinking of the naked illustration of Zal'chaas I begin to feel aroused, bringing attention to where <<if $Taint lte 39>>my cock, fully erect, throbs.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>hard penis has become completely hard.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>my tiny cock has hardened.\n\n<<else>>wet my new pussy has become.\n\n<</if>>//I'm out of my depth with this, but maybe if I stick with it, I'll be able to learn something useful.//\n\n<</if>>\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 6>><<if $Read gte 7>>Pulling the musty old tome from its resting place inside my heavy coat, I shiver as the cool air hits the place it was resting. In contrast, the book is warm against my fingers like a living thing.\n\nOnce I have sat the book on the small table in my room, I look at it for a long while. Concern etches my face as I realize just how precisely I have placed the book on the table, //Its placement is every bit as precise as when I first found the book.// I dismiss the thought, then reach for the front cover.\n\nThe book creaks softly as the cover is opened, revealing the book's contents. //I've spent a lot of hours with this book already. I'm growing familiar with a lot of its content.// I'm uncertain that my familiarity with the book's contents is a good thing. Even so, I carefully turn the pages until I reach the last section of the book that I have not looked at in much detail. \n\nWith each turn of a page, I become more and more aware of the way my fingertips linger against the coarse paper, caressing the pages as each horrid page moves past my vision.\n\nI'm in a trance like state when I finally reach the section I was working my way toward.\n\nIt is almost like I am possessed when I reach those final pages. I know that something is wrong, I can feel it deep down inside of myself like some clawed beast trying to savage its way out of my body.\n\nMy vision begins to fade along the edges, shifting to something completely foreign to me as I look at the page before me and see, . . . . something truly divine. The words I have spent so many days struggling to translate comes to me in a rush of understanding even as it drives me mad. \n\nLike a thousand razors spinning in the pit of my stomach, white hot pain rises up through my throat and into my mouth. But instead of blood, words begin to spill from my mouth as I start to read the pages laid out before me. \n\nI can not understand the words that are coming out of my mouth, but I intimately understand their meaning, //SHE is coming.//\n\nIn fear that borders on outright terror, I try to break my gaze from the page before me, push away from the table, close the book, or anything that may derail what is happening in this moment. But I find myself unable to do anything that can stop it.\n\nPage by page, in graphic detail, I recite the words that will awaken this book, this key that will empower the ritual needed to open the gateway between worlds. //SHE is coming, and I will be the tool she uses to release herself.//\n\nI want to scream in frustration and terror, but I am impotent to even do that. Instead, tears of despair run down my cheeks.\n\nWhen the final word leaves my raw throat, whatever had controlled me passes and a blood curdling scream escapes my lips in a cry that leaves me shaking uncontrollably. I shove away from the table with all of my strength, toppling the chair I am sitting in and falling to the floor as I do so. I lack even the coordination to stand, so I half crawl, half flail my way across the floor until my back is pressed against the wall, placing myself as far from the book as I am able.\n\nMy stomach churns, my entire body suddenly aching as I //feel// something, like a sounds that is too deep for me to actually hear even though it seems to reverberate through my body. \n\nThe window of my room bursts open with a spray of cold rain. My head jerks in that direction just in time to see a flash of lightning that leaves me seeing spots. The lightning strike is so close that the thunder comes instantly, rattling the entire building violently. I blink, trying to clear my vision enough to see, aware that the room seems so very dark all of a sudden.\n\nWind howls through the open window as rain continues to enter through the open space. I stagger to my feet, still mostly blinded by the flash of lightning and feeling like I'm standing in the middle of a whirlwind. \n\nI sense motion near the small table in my room. Instinctively, I reach for my .38 Special. I point my gun, but I can't see anything as my entire world is shades of black and dark grays strewn with the bright lights that dance across my vision from the lightning strike I just saw.\n\n"Who's there?" I call, pleasantly surprised that I'm able to project some strength through my tone even if I don't feel it.\n\n//Chu, nathuul ch'chaf, Zal'chaas.// The voice in my head sends a cold chill through me, but what comes next frightens me so badly that my bowls would release if they weren't clenched so tightly in fear. //My time is at hand,// The words are gibberish to me, but their meaning comes through clear as if she were speaking clearly in my ear, //You will open the door for me, soon.// The last word seems to linger for impossibly long. <<if $Day gte 9>>I am assaulted by memories of last night's terrible dream, where I was cutting patterns into the flesh of <<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>> Azumi <<else>>the hermaphrodite <</if>>beneath me, of those fingers seeing those fingers appearing through those cuts as they seek their way through to our world through an unholy birth.<</if>>\n\nI can //feel// something cold near me, //her// presence is like a cool caress from a close lover. I would like to say that in that moment I had the fortitude to flee, or even try to. However my deepest desire is that she would close that hair's breath of distance between us and //touch// me. I can feel my reason crumbling, madness creeping into my mind like a living thing that seems intent to burrow itself inside my brain.\n\nBlinking again, the room seems suddenly brighter, I can make out shapes now, and //she// is nowhere to be seen. \n\nA knock at my room's door causes me to pivot in that direction, I nearly pull the trigger of my .38 Special still in my hand. //You will open the door for me, soon.// The words whispering in the back of my mind like something being spoken down a long hallway.\n\n"Who's there?" I ask for the second time in as many minutes.\n\n[[Continue.|FinalBook]]\n\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 6>>Laying the heavy book on the small table in my room, I pause to look at it for almost a minute before starting to reach out toward the book again.\n\nI can see my hand tremble slightly, followed immediately by a shiver that strikes me like a jolt of electricity.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>Zal'chaas' voice coos loudly in my mind, urging me to open the cover again. Merely thinking her name seems to give her more strength, to make her place inside my head more prominent.\n\nIn spite of a growing sense that I should not open the book, I gently turn the pages of the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 2>>//Her// voice coos softly in the back of my mind, urging me to open the cover once more.\n\nInwardly, I struggle with myself, part of me wanting to bundle the book back up, take it to the docks, and throw it into the ocean. The rest of me feels a nearly uncontrollable compulsion to delve into the book's secrets again.\n\n//I've got to do what I've got to do,// I think, opening the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<<elseif $Madness gte 1>>Somewhere deep in the back of my head, I think I hear something, a feminine voice that seems to urge me to open the book, to delve deeper into its mysteries.\n\nI listen closely, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from, but the harder I try to listen, the harder it becomes to hear.\n\nAfter a minute, I dismiss it as paranoia, then open the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<<else>>Not looking forward to delving deeper into the book's secrets, but seeing little other choice, I open the book to where I was last reading.\n\n<</if>>I start by spending a couple of minutes reviewing what I had read previously. About the vessel that would allow //her// to come here permanently.\n\nThe following pages however seems to be releated to how the vessel would come into being in the first place.\n\nA series of images accompanied with text that is more difficult to decipher than anything I have seen in the book so far, is scrawled across the next few pages. It takes a lot of time, hours in fact, to really start to piece together what I am looking at.\n\nIn the images, there is a man, laying on his back, naked. I struggle to make sense of what I am seeing, but the figure appears to be associated with purity, though there are also indicators that he came from somewhere specific, maybe some other ritual that I have not yet seen in the book?\n\nTurning the page, the man is present once more, there is also a second figure. The second figure is clearly female, though in stark contrast of the male, she seems to instead be a force of evil. All across the pages are small rituals and notes related somehow to the woman.\n\nThe next page shows the two in the act of copulation, after which the female shows signs of pregnancy. I can't quite make sense of the symbols related to the child, though there is some indication that it took at least //something// from each parent..\n\nLeaning back, my brow furrows with thought as I try to make sense of what I'm looking at, I growl in frustration, then slam the book closed again. //How the hell is this supposed to help me!//\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>Sighing heavily, I place the old book on the table before me. For almost a minute, I resist the urge to open the front cover.\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//Her// voice echoes in the back of my mind, the sound building upon itself to the point it is nearly deafening. \n\n"Ahhhhhh!" I scream out loud in an attempt to silence her. \n\nWith a jarring suddenness, I find myself bathed in silence. \nListening carefully for her whispers, I start to hear the sounds coming from the tavern below my room, //Did the people down there hear me?// \n\nI want to giggle at the thought, //Even if they did, it does not matter. Half of them are likely in league with //her//, and the rest are surely too ignorant to comprehend the horror lurking on their doorstep.//\n\n"I will unravel your secrets," I mumble softly, half to myself, half to //her.//\n\nIn my mind, I suddenly feel like I'm standing on th eprecepis of something big, something important, then the moment passes, leaving me feeling somewhat disoriented. The first thing I focus on is the book before me.\n\nReaching out, I touch the front cover of the book, //There's a strange beauty to it, isn't there?// I'm only mildly surprised that my thoughts don't answer themselves.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I can hear a voice, //her voice// whispering in the back of my mind. Cooing, trying to coax me into opening the cover and delve further into the dark secrets the book contains.\n\n//She's using it to manipulate me,// I sit back from the book suddenly. Not wanting to touch it until another revalation strikes me, //But she'd know that I'd figure that out, so that means she's actually trying to prevent me from reading further.// \n\nThe sircular logic leaves me feeling disoriented and helpless. \n\nLacking a better alternative, I start to reach for the book to open it.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>//Perhaps the book has some kind of power over me. Forcing me to open its cover and taint myself with the evil within?// I shake my head quickly, dispelling the thought. //Has to be done, it might hold more clues.//\n\n<<else>>I clinch my fist, part of me not wanting to open the book again, //Got to be done, I might be able to do something useful.//\n\n<<endif>>My fingers touch the cover, tracing over the unadorned surface. When I reach the edge, I open the book, at random in the last half, near a thicker grouping of notes sticking out of it.\n\nI'm greeted with a horrifically beautiful sight.\n\nTwo pictures, one on each page across from each other. \n\nI quickly conclude that this is somehow an extension of the ritual I had found in the book previously.\n\nReaching out I touch the page like its something delicate, fingertips tracing the countours of the first image.\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>The images in the book seem a hint off, but I quickly discard the thought as I try to decipher the text. \n\n<<endif>>Unsettled by the images on the page, I start making use of the notes, trying to decipher the cryptic text upon the page. \n\n//Its something about a 'vessel'// The content of the pages are confusing and I'm only able to decipher a few words as I try to create a fragmented interpretation of the whole, I growl in impotent frustration, fighting back the urge to simply throw the book across the room. Staring at the pages, I feel like I'm missing something of terrible significance here.\n\nPerhaps an hour later, I lean back from the book. Wanting to pull my hair out in my fristration\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>Staring at the pages, I can't shake the feeling that I'm missing something important.\n\nThe chill I feel has nothing to do with my damp shirt. <<if $Madness gte 3>>//What have I gotten myself into?// I think in a near panic. All around me, I can feel the shadows encroaching, drawing closer around me, but every time I look, they are exactly where they should be. \n\nThe deep rumbling crack of thunder is enough to make me jump. I laugh suddenly at my own reaction, but the sound is frail, like glass on the verge of breaking.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I want to curl up into a ball, hoping that this whole thing just goes away. //This is all just a bad dream,// I try to assure myself, but deep down I know its a lie.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>The thought that there could be any truth to this is enough to shake my resolve.\n\n<<else>>//This can't be real.//\n\n<<endif>>Taking a deep shuddering breath, I look back at the pages, going over the text one last time to make sure I can not glean some additional bit of information from the pages, but all the act serves to accomplish is to vex me further.\n\n<<else>>//Something about a 'vessel?' It seems I need to figure out how this vessel fits into the plans of Zal'chaas.// Even the act of thinking her name brings the sound of her voice, echoing in the back of my mind like something whispered down a endless black tunnel. <<if $Madness gte 3>>//What have I gotten myself into?// I think in a near panic. All around me, I can feel the shadows encroaching, drawing closer around me, but every time I look, they are exactly where they should be. \n\nThe deep rumbling crack of thunder is enough to make me jump. I laugh suddenly at my own reaction, but the sound is frail, like glass on the verge of breaking.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>I want to curl up into a ball, hoping that this whole thing just goes away. //This is all just a bad dream,// I try to assure myself, but deep down I know its a lie.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>The thought that there could be any truth to this is enough to shake my resolve.\n\n<<else>>//This can't be real.//\n\n<<endif>>Taking a deep shuddering breath, I look back at the pages, going over the text one last time to make sure I can not glean some additional bit of information from the pages.\n\nUnable to learn anything further, I eventually give up. I do my best to ignore the slight tremble in my hands as I close the book once more.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 4>>I take a deep breath and close my eyes for several seconds before finally opening the old leatherbound tome.\n\nMy eyes flicker to the bare bulb hanging overhead before turning to the book.\n\nI start to look for the place I had last left off, but then an image catches my eye.\n\nOn the page is ilustrated an unnatural creature, like a cross between a man, a fish, and a frog. If someone would have asked me if such a creature could possibly exist just a few short days ago, I would have dismissed the notion as pure fantasy. Now, after spending several days in Wanton Cove, . . . . I'm not so sure anymore. \n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//Its real,// I fight an almost overwhelming need to find some place to hide, to flee from the horrors I have seen since coming to Wanton Cove. //Its all real, and even if I tried to tell someone, they’d just think I’m mad.//\n\nA soft giggle escapes my lips as I contemplate the hopeless nature of the situation I find myself in. \n\n//Its reaching a point where I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.// The dark thought causes another giggle, this time even I can hear the sad madness in my tone. <<elseif $Madness gte 2>> For just a second, I feel an almost overwhelming hopelessness wash over me. //Do they serve //her?// Or are they something else entirely?// \n\nNo matter how hard I try, I seem unable to force the thought aside.\n\n//Its reaching a point where I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.// The dark thought crosses my mind. <<elseif $Madness gte 1>>For just a second, I feel an almost overwhelming hopelessness wash over me. \n\n//Its reaching a point where I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.// The dark thought crosses my mind.<<else>>//Its reaching a point where I'm not even sure what's real anymore,// I think darkly.<<endif>>\n\nI spend nearly an hour going over the page with the image and the one beside it. I'm able to piece together than these vile //things// are servants to these more powerful creatures, //Zal'chaas,// and the other terrible things depicted in the book.\n\nFrustrated by my lack of progress, and unsettled by the implications, I close the book once more.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 3>>Laying the book on my little table, I look at it for almost a minute before finally reaching out to open it. \n\nOnce open, I thumb past a few pages I have already worked on until I reach a part of the book I've yet to go over in any detail.\n\nThe pages are filled with horrible pictures of body mutilation, following the dismemberment of a female. \n\nAs I turn through the next couple of pages, I'm barely able to make sense of any of the notes or text, but eventually come to the realization that this is some form of summoning ritual. \n\nBy the end of the three page entry, the body has been patched back together into the horrible image I know from the alley. The final image looking like it could reach right off of the page.\n\nFor a few more minutes, I stare at the paper, so focused on the pages that I barely notice as the lights in the room begin to dimn.\n\nStartled by the shift in lighting, I look up towards the light fixture to see a large moth clinging to the bulb, blocking much of the light coming from it.\n\nI turn to look for something I can swat the moth away with without breaking the bulb, seeing only the cloth I've been wrapping the old book I was just researching to use. Grabbing it, I turn back to the light, only to see that the moth is no longer there.\n\nA chill runs through me as the room seems to darken further for a second, then the light suddenly goes out. \n\nInstinctively, my hand goes to my .38 Special, drawing it though I can see nothing in the darkened room. \n\nStanding still, I listen carefully. I can hear the sounds of people downstairs in the Barmaid's Daughter.\n\nWhen I feel something brush my brow, I flinch away suddenly, swatting at whatever touched me. \n\nAlmost instantly, the lights flicker. Out of the corner of my eye, I feel more than see pale white flesh. Goosebumps break out across my flesh and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. My breath catches in my throat as I pivot my gun towards what I had seen in that split second of flickering light.\n\nThen as quick as it had begun, the light is back in the room as if nothing had ever happened.\n\nI spend a minute searching the tiny room for any sign of my unwanted guests, but neither the moth or the pale creature form that I have begun to both fear and love, are anywhere to be seen.\n\nA few minutes later, I've wrapped the book back up and tucked it away once more.\n\nI try to ignore the slight tremor in my gun hand as I finally slip it back into its holster.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 2>>For more than an hour I try to research the leatherbound tome. And for more than an hour, my only return is frustration. \n\nAs I leaf through the pages of the book, I look upon the grotesque pictures that dominate many of its pages. \n\nI shudder slightly, //If things like this were real, . . . // My thought trails off as I turn another page. On it is a mass of scaly tentacles and razor sharp teeth, all spread like some kind of twisted halo.\n\nI'm near to giving up entirely when I turn another page. \n\n//Its her.// I think, my heart suddenly racing.\n\nReaching out, my fingers touch the page, brushing her shoulder lightly.\n\nIn the time it takes me to blink, the image seems to shift slightly. She somehow looks pleased, and more erect than before. All in spite of her lack of facial features that would usually convey such disposition. \n\n//Na'a, tooh leh,// Her voice seems to whisper in the back of my mind.\n\nI jerk my hand back, startled. The whispers instantly stop. Slowly, I reach out again, not entirely sure what to expect. When my fingers touch the same spot, I brace for the hispers to start again, but nothing seems to happen.\n\n//This place has me on edge, seeing and hearing things that aren't there.//\n\nLetting out a breath I hadn't even noticed I was holding, I close the book.\n\n//I'll continue this another time.//\n\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 1>>For about an hour, I leaf through the old book. Page by page, I reveal unsettling images of monsters made of tentacles, and gaping maws of razor sharp teeth that are sure to haunt my dreams for the rest of my life. \n\nA hideous creature, the same as the statue in front of the church graces several of the pages. Its octopus like head seems to stare at me from the yellowed pages, the tentacles of its face seeming to shift every time I look away. But my eyes seem drawn to its erect canine cock, and I find myself unable to look away for long until I turn another page only to reveal more of the book's horrors.\n\nEvntually, I turn to a section of the book where there are several notes stuffed within and turn my attention to learning something. \n\nMost of my time is spent trying to compare the notes to what I find on the pages. In that time, I begin to figure out what the annotations and notes have to do with the corresponding pages of strange text. \n\n//Zal'chaas,// The word on the page seems to jump out at me, my eyes lingering on the almost organic script for several seconds. I feel an ache of arousal from my loins where <<if $Taint lte 39>>my cock, fully erect, throbs.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>hard penis has become completely hard\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>my tiny cock has hardened.\n\n<<else>>wet my new pussy has become.\n\n<<endif>> Feeling more than a little overwhelmed, I lean back, closing the book as I do so. I try to ignore my state of arousal as I consider the book, //Didn't make much progress, but at least next time I have the patience for this, I know how to start. This is going to be slow going.//\n\n<<endif>>\n\n<<else>>For about an hour, I leaf through the old book. Page by page, I reveal unsettling images of monsters made of tentacles, and gaping maws of razor sharp teeth that are sure to haunt my dreams for the rest of my life. \n\nA hideous creature, the same as the statue in front of the church graces several of the pages. Its octopus like head seems to stare at me from the yellowed pages, the tentacles of its face seeming to shift every time I look away. But my eyes seem drawn to its erect canine cock, and I find myself unable to look away for long until I turn another page only to reveal more of the book's horrors.\n\nEvntually, I turn to a section of the book where there are several notes stuffed within and turn my attention to learning something. \n\nMost of my time is spent trying to compare the notes to what I find on the pages. Its not long before my frustration begins to grow as I prove incapable of unlocking the mysteries of the book through the enegmatic notes and the completely incomprehensible script on the pages. \n\nFinally, I look at the red inked drawing //Or maybe its, not ink. I'm likely happier not knowing,// that dominatesthe page of a particularly note heavy section of the book. My gaze lingers on //her//, her perfect naked body and featureless face, her arms spread wide as if seeking my embrace. I shudder inwardly, telling myself that its my unease. Her massive phallus is erect in the picture, the slit at its tip seeming to glisten with moisture. As I stare, the darkly shaded tentacles around her seem to shift and move, almost hypnotically. \n\n//Zal'chaas.// A voice seems to whisper seductively in my ear.\n\nI slam the book shut, my heart beating frantically in my chest. After a moment, I rebundle the book, trying to ignore how <<if $Taint lte 39>>hard my cock is.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>hard my penis has become.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>achingly hard my tiny cock has become.\n\n<<else>>achingly wet my new pussy has become.\n\n<</if>><</if>><</if>>\n[[return|$return]]<<set $Research to 1>><<set $Taint += 1>>\n\n\n\n\n

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<set $random to random(1,8)>><<if $DeepFight is "Played" && $random gte 6>>I hear a sound, a splash of something heavy in the muddy street behind me. \n\nSuddenly on guard, I turn towards the sound, unsure of what to expect. \n\n<<if ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 9 && $Read gte 5>>//Deep One,// I instantly recognize the beast from my study of the old leather bound book I found beneath the church.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>I almost instantly recognize this vile creature from its depiction within the old leather bound book I found beneath the church.\n\n<<else>>I gape openly at the horrific thing as it draws itself up to its full imposing height.<<endif>>\n\nIts gray green body glistens as rain runs down the fish man's body. <<if $GooCounter is 1>> A flash of lightning seems to illuminate the creature for a split second.<<endif>>\n\nA cold dread settles into my belly, the familiar weight of my trusty .38 Special bringing me little comfort in the face of the fight about to come.\n\nAs if sensing my realization, it bares its mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Making the same sound that drew my attention in the first place, the creature lunges at me.\n\n<<set $DeepCombat to "true">><<set $playerAction to "duncel">><<set $EnemyFlee to "False">><<set $enemyBrawl = random(5,15)>><<set $enemyDefense = random(7,15)>><<set $enemyHP = random(6,9)>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><<elseif $random lte 3 && $Day gte 5>>I hear a small branch break somewhere a head of me. My hand begins to slide beneath my jacket right before someone, or rather //something// steps into the trail in front of me.\n\nIts pasty gray skin glistens in the rain and when its mouth twists into a sneer, it reveals a mouth full of pointed teeth.\n<<silently>>\n<<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(3,15)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(4,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(5,7)>>\n<<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</silently>><<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>The soft sounds of my boots on the forest trail is almost soothing in the quiet that seems to permeate the area around me.\n\nThe unanticipated sound of a snapping a short distance behind me beings me to an abrupt stop. Spinning on the ball of my foot, I come almost face to face with a hooded figure, rage filling their features.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I see a figure standing in the trail a short distance ahead. The figure's hood conceals their features.\n\nI slow my pace as I take a couple more steps towards the figure, then stop short, my hand absently straying towards my .38 Special.\n\nWith an almost inhuman scream, the figure begins to charge.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Seemingly out of nowhere, a cloaked figure hurls himself at me. Acting on instinct, I manage to deflect my attacker's charge.\n\nI barely have time to put any distance between myself and my attacker before he's back on his feet, ready to attack again.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>>\n<<silently>><<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyFirearms = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(2,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(3,5)>>\n<<set $weaponChance = random(1,100)>>\n<<if $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $enemyWeapon = "gun">>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 30>><<set $enemyWeapon = "knife">>\n<<else>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</if>><<if $weaponChance lte 3>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,2)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,6)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 25>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 26>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 40>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 75>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 90>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 99>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,5)>><<else>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,50)>><<endif>><</silently>> \s<<endif>>\n\n[[Fight|StreetFight]]\n

My opponent looks <<if $enemyHP gte 5>>powerful<<elseif $enemyHP gte 4>>tough. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 3>>healthy. <<elseif $enemyHP gte 2>>badly hurt. <<else>>nearly dead.<</if>>\n\nStanding on the waterfront, the sounds of your fight temporarily drowning out the sounds of the water lapping at the shoreline.\n\n/%Player's actions%/\n<<if $playerAction is "gun">>\s\n <<if $Ammo gte 1>>/%Assuming enemies have an ammunition count as well. If not, "$ammo" would be shorter%/\s\n <<set $Hit = $PlayerFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n <<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t <<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n <<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>/%You didn't specify the damage formula, so I'm using this. =^-^=%/\s\n <<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet. <<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.<<set $Ammo -= 1>>\n <</if>>\s\n <<else>>\s\n\tYou have no ammo!\n <</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "fists">>\s\n\tYou throw a punch at your opponent.\n\t<<set $Hit = $PlayerBrawling + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $enemyDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou deal <<print $damage>> to the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $enemyHP = $enemyHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $enemyHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant is still on their feet.\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour assailant falls to the ground, dead.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n<<elseif $playerAction is "use">>\nWorking quickly with your First Aid Kit, you tend the worst of your wounds.\n<<elseif $Flee is "true">> You turn to run.\n<</if>>\s\n\n/%Enemy's actions%/\n<<if $enemyHP gte 3>>\n\t<<if $enemyWeapon is "gun">>\s\n\tThe enemy fires their gun!\n\t\t<<if $Ammo gte 1>>\s\n\t\t<<set $Hit = $enemyFirearms + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t\t<<set $damage = random(2,4)>>\n\t\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\t\tYou're injured by your opponent's attack.\n\t\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostDock]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t//Click!// The gun wasn't loaded!\n\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "knife">>\s\n\tYour opponent slashes at you with their knife.\n <<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,3)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from your attacker! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou attacker's knife cuts you painfully!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostDock]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent's attack misses.\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<<elseif $enemyWeapon is "fists">>\s\n\tYour opponent throws a punch.\n\t<<set $Hit = $enemyBrawl + random(1,20)>>\s\n\t\t<<if $Hit gt $playerDefense>>\s\n\t\t<<set $damage = random(1,2)>>\n\t\tYou take <<print $damage>> from the enemy! \s\n\t\t<<set $CharHP = $CharHP - $damage>>\s\n\t\t\t<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\s\n\t\t\tYou take the hit, but you're not down yet!\n\t\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\t\t[[You have been defeated.|LostDock]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><<endif>>\n\t\t\t<</if>>\s\n\t\t<<else>>\s\n\t\tYour opponent missed!\n\t\t<</if>>\n\t<</if>>\n<<elseif $enemyHP lte 2 and $enemyHP gt 0>>\nYour opponent attempts to flee!\n<<set $enemyFlee = random(1,15)>>\n\t<<if $enemyFlee gte ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence)>>\n\tYour assailant disappears into the night.<<set $EnemyFlee to "true">>\n\t<<else>>\n\tYour opponent fails to escape you.\n\t<</if>>\n<</if>>\n/%Player's next action%/\nYou currently have HP: <<print $CharHP>>\n\n<<if $CharHP gte 1>>\n\t<<if $Flee is "true">>Out maneuvering your opponent, you [[flee from your attacker.|the waterfront][$Flee to "false"]]\n\t<<elseif $EnemyFlee is "true">>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextPassage]]\n\t<<elseif $enemyHP lte 0>>\s\n\tI take a moment to look myself over, taking stock of myself to make sure I haven't suffered any serious injury.\n\n\t[[Continue|nextPassage]]\n\t<<else>>\n\tChoose your next action: [[Punch him|fight][$playerAction = "fists"]]\s\n\t[[Shoot him|fight][$playerAction = "gun"]]\n\tFirst Aid Kit: <<print $Aid>> <<if $Aid gte 1>><<if $CharHP lte 5>>[[Use|fight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 5; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 6>>[[Use|fight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 4; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 7>>[[Use|fight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 3; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 8>>[[Use|fight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 2; $Aid -= 1]] <<elseif $CharHP is 9>>[[Use|fight][$playerAction = "use"; $CharHP += 1; $Aid -= 1]] <</if>><</if>>\n\t[[Flee from him|fight][$Flee to "true"; $playerAction = "flee"]]\n\t<</if>>\n<<else>>\n<</if>>

<<if $Mutation gte 8>>I start to step into the bath, but have to stop myself. //Hot.// I think, deciding that I had better wait a minute before entering. \n\nOnce the water has cooled a bit, I slip into the tub, intimately aware of how my webbed feet move under the water. The barest flick of my foot is enough to make the water in the small tub slop over the sides.\n\nI turn my attention to the gray scaly skin of my hands, spreading my fingers wide to reveal the heavy webbing between them. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>Stepping into the bath, I'm intimately aware of the way my webbed feet seem to drag at the water, //kind of like flippers,// I think darkly to myself.\n\nBy the time I am laying in the tub, I notice that the hot water feels almost sufficating, but I do my best to ignore it. \n\nAbsently, I move my hands through the water, my webbed fingers moving the water far more than my normal fingers ever would have. <<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>I pause at the edge of the tub, looking at myself. Seeing the gray shade of my skin, I'm uncomfortably aware of the fact this is something that won't simply wash off.\n\nGrimacing at the thought, I step into the tub, slipping into the water. <<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>Slipping into the bath, I can't help but notice the way my grayish skin contrasts with the water. Trying to put the troubling thought aside, I close my eyes and sink into the water, letting the heat soothe me.<<else>>Settling into the water, I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth, even if its a bit on the hot side. <</if>>\n\nMy arousal getting the better of me, my hand slides beneath soapy waters. My hand finds, and encircles the embarrassing reminder of my once proud manhood.\n\nI shudder in pleasure as even the barest touch, my cock nearly quivering with need in my hand.\n\nClosing my eyes and trying to forget about how much smaller my penis is now than when I arrive in this God foresaken town, I settle deeper into the water and begin to stroke my cock.\n\nAt first, my movements are slow and gentle, but over the next couple of minutes, my movements become more rapid, more driven as the first signs of my orgasm begin to appear in the form of a deep ache in my crotch, the way my balls begin to pull up against my body.\n\nMy hips jerk upwards, half of my small penis exiting the water just in time to release a thick rope of cum into the air. When the second stream of cum exits the tip of my cock, the tip of my penis is still beneath the water, my seed dispersing into long strands in the water.\n\nA ragged gasp escapes my lips as a third smaller rope of cum fires from the top of my cock, this time dribbling down over my hand as I milk the last few drops of cum from my shaft.\n\nLaying back in the water, I spend several minutes basking in the afterglow of the experience. When the water begins to become tepid, I slip from the water and dry myself before dressing myself. The whole time, I self consciously avoid looking down at my diminished manhood.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]

<<if $Taint lte 54>>The Deep One looms over me for several seconds before it lets out a soft hiss. \n\nWith morbid fascination, I watch as the small slit along his skin near his groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to nearly a foot long. \n\nI tense as the thing moves closer, reaching for me. My fight or flight instinct kicks in, and having just lost the fight, I desperately try to make my escape. I’ve barely moved before its hand grabs my ankle painfully, its talons breaking the skin. With almost casual ease, it picks me up by my ankle.\n\n//How could I have thought I had a chance of winning against this thing?// I think in horror, dangling upside down from its outstretched hand. \n\nAs if sensing my resignation, he drops me. I land shoulder first in the hard wooden dock before landing on my back.\n\nIts large black eyes focused on me, it moves again, but subtly this time as its fingers wrap around its quivering cock.\n\nAll I can do is watch as it strokes itself, its hand moving in a steady rhythm for only a few seconds before he stiffens. With an inhuman whine, its hips shift right as a thick rope of creamy white cum erupts from the tip of its tapered cock. Whether by design, or sheer coincidence, the Deep One’s load hits me full in the face, most of its seed hitting me right across the lips and nose. I gasp, the taste of its salty seed entering my mouth. My head spins, a tingling sensation crossing my face and mouth wherever the Deep One’s seed touched me. \n\nSputtering, I try to spit the stuff out of my mouth, fighting back a gag as I do so. The creature makes a sound somewhere nearby, then I hear a splash as it returns to the water, but I’m far too preoccupied with trying to get the worst of its surprisingly sticky seed off of me to care. I scrape at it with my fingers, trying to scrub it away.\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 94>>The Deep One stands, unmoving for several seconds, the wet breathing sounds accompanied by the slow rise and fall of its chest are the only indications that it’s a living thing. \n\nThen it blinks, some kind of thin membrane crossing over its eyes just before the lids close and reopen.\n\nWhen it moves, it is with startling speed. Its hand comes out, shoving me hard. I stumble and fall on my back on the hard dock. Then, before I can react, it’s on me, holding me down with one hand while tugging at my pants with the other. \n\nI hear something tear, then my pants are pulled painfully past my hips with a savage pull. With little doubt remaining as to what the creature’s intentions are, I thrash wildly, if ineffectively, against it. \n\nIt grabs my cock and balls in one hand, its talons just breaking the skin. My struggles end suddenly as a cry of pain escapes my lips.\n\nThe creature seems to consider for several seconds, then releases my tender nethers. As soon as it does so, it roughly flips me over onto my belly, taking hold of my hip with one clawed hand and shoving me face first into the dock beneath me.\n\nGroaning in pain, I can feel the creature moving close behind me. Something slick and slimy brushes across my exposed ass, //No! This can’t be happening!// I fight the urge to scream at the futility of my situation.\n\nThe Deep One is uncaring of my lack of consent to this depraved deed though. The second its tapered penis brushes my anus, it presses forward, spearing my ass on its long cock. \n\nThe sound that I make is a mixture of panic and discomfort, like a wounded animal with no way out. \n\nHolding tightly to me, its talons piercing the flesh of my hips, the creature thrusts into my ass like it’s in a rut, hammering away at my anus with a desperate need.\n\nThen I the Deep One tenses, thrusting deep and holding itself there. A tepid wetness fills my bowels suddenly, seeping into my core. The feeling is strange, like someone expanded a balloon within my bowls. The sensation begins to change, my insides tingling as the fluid seems to soak into my body.\n\nMy anus throbs painfully, raw from the buggering I just received. I have to bite my lip to hold back a whimper.\n\nThe Deep One moves, pulling out quickly and leaving my ass feeling empty, aching to be filled again.\n\n//Do women feel like this when a man pulls out?// The thought is strange enough to distract me from my current situation momentarily.\n\nWhen I finally focus on my surroundings again, I begin to notice that the creature is no longer present, having returned to the water.\n\nHesitating, I get unsteadily back to my feet. I watch my surroundings for any sign of the Deep One’s return as I pull my pants back up.\n\n<<else>>Unsteady, I stumble back, falling on my ass in the hard wooden dock beneath me. \n\nThe Deep one stands where it is for a few more seconds. My eyes drifting down its muscular body. I watch as the small slit along his skin near its groin spreads, gray-green cock, long and tapered, begins to emerge. The creature’s member glistens wetly as it lengthens to about a foot long. \n\nMy eyes widen with horror at the size, and the implications of what is about to happen.\n\nBefore I can even begin to scramble away, the creature is on me, tearing at my clothes. I feel my pants come loose, the sound of something tearing as they are yanked down my legs to tangle around my ankles.\n\nI thrash beneath the thing, hammering at its chest with my fists with no visible effect. \n\nThe Deep One’s cold, rubbery cock brushes between my legs. I tense, unable to do anything but watch.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cold slimy cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the tapered tip of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if it’s in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with sudden shove, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again even harder than the first time. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the creature a moment to line itself up with my aching hole. With a firm thrust he presses his cold rubbery cock all the way inside of me until I can feel its tapered tip press against my cervix.\n\nThe Deep One pulls back, then thrusts forward savagely as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<<endif>>The beast ruts at my new cunt with an obsessive need, the force of its thrusts is just the wrong side of pain.\n\nMercifully, it’s not long before the Deep One shoves forward. I can feel the tip of its tapered cock press hard against my cervix, nestling at the entrance of my innermost place.\n\nIt twitches inside of me, then jerks hard as I feel a lukewarm wetness start to fill me. I want to be repulsed by what is happening, but my own body betrays me as I shudder in orgasm, my pussy pulsating around the invading member inside of me as it tries to milk all of its seed into my womb.\n\nA few seconds later, it withdraws, making my cunt feel empty, aching to be filled again. \n\nI can hear the creature moving behind me, followed by a splash as it returns to the water.\n\nUnsteadily, I stand, pulling my pants back up to where they belong.\n\n<<endif>><<if $Mutation gte 9>>Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I smell the salty ocean air, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 8>> Suddenly gasping for breath, I fall to the ground. \n\nIt’s as if the skin of my face suddenly pulls sight, stretching as I feel a sensation just the wrong side of pain. The feeling eases after a few seconds, but then becomes a tickle across the sides of my neck.\n\nI struggle to take a breath, my hands reaching for my face. Everything I touch feels distorted, my eyes feel too big, even bigger than before. My mouth too feels like it stretches wider, like a gaping maw if I were to open it wide. My tongue glides along my teeth, feeling that they are no longer as flat as they once were and instead come to rounded points. \n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. A sudden revelation makes me shiver inside, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nThen the pain returns.\n\nA pathetic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a hoarse scream escapes my too large mouth.\n\nMy clothes pinch painfully across the shoulders and hips, and I find myself pawing at my clothes to release the sudden pressure. Within seconds, I'm naked. I gulp at the air, unable to catch my breath.\n\nStaggering back to my feet, I try desperately to draw breath, but no matter how much air I draw into my lungs, it's not enough. When I lay eyes on the ocean, my footsteps inevitably draw me towards it.\n\nReaching the water, I throw myself into the waves, drawing a mouth full of water straight into my lungs.\n\nFor the first time in minutes, I feel like I can breathe. \n\nI don’t know how long I stand there in the water, the waves crashing over my head as I learn to breathe again. Eventually I slip beneath the waves, marveling at the new world around me. The gloom of the ocean seems well lit to my new eyes as I begin to explore the cove. My webbed fingers and hands propelling me through the water faster than I ever would have dreamed possible.\n\nAfter a while, I see movement as a shape moves through the water a little ways away. Then that shape pauses before changing its course towards me.\n\nAs I make out more of what it is, I can see that its one of the abominations I've seen before, . . . no, it’s something much more pure, . . . \n\nThe Deep One circles me slowly, its big eyes looking me over. Once it's reached the point it had started, it pauses for several seconds, then starts swimming towards the entrance of the cove, glancing back at me as if to make sure I am following.\n\nUnsure of what else to do, I follow, discovering that I have little trouble matching its swift pace.\n\nOnce it has led me outside of the cove, I follow it deeper until the daytime sky is barely a memory in the darkness of the ocean's depths.\n\n<<if $Taint lte 24>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd1]]\n\n<<elseif $Taint lte 54>>[[Continue.|DeepEnd2]]\n\n<<else>> [[Continue.|Brood Mother]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Mutation gte 7>>With the Deep One gone, I have the urge to look myself over, clean myself as I look for what new changes will surely happen to my body.\n\nWith a sense of trepidation, I begin to inspect my aching body. Holding up one of my hands, I can see that the webbing between my fingers is both thicker than before and darker in color. My fingernails having become as black at those of the creature that just attacked me. Their ends now come to a sharp point like a talon.\n\nI sigh heavily in resignation. \n\nI’ve only just started to turn in an effort to be on my way when I feel a strange tickle across the sides of my neck. More troubling to me however is the way my face feels stiff and unresponsive.\n\nClosing my eyes, I take a deep breath before reaching up towards my neck and face. Touching my face, I can feel that everything seems distorted. My eyes seem to dominate my face, my mouth feels far too large, like a gaping maw. I let my tongue brush along my teeth, finding that they are no longer flat and uniform but are instead slightly rounded points.\n\nWhen my fingers finally reach my neck, I feel little flaps of skin. Exploring them in more detail, I discover that behind each flap of skin there is a serrated bit of hard tissue running the length. It takes me several minutes before I suddenly have the realization, //Like a fish's gills.//\n\nI know that this new revelation should trouble me more than it does, but the events leading up to this have left me feeling so numb that I almost don't feel anything inside.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>I make my way towards a puddle filled with some comparatively clean water at the end of the dock. I can barely bring myself to look at my webbed fingers as I reach out, cupping a hand full of water.\n\nI shudder as my hand touches my skin, //The texture, it’s not right.// The thought looms large in my mind. Touching my skin with more care, I realized that it has become rough in places, scaly to the touch.\n\nIn a sudden panic, I start to scrub harder at my skin, trying to return it to its original state.\n\nPain erupts across my arm where I am scrubbing, and when I look, I see a trail of blood across my skin. For just a second, I think it’s merely a wound from my recent fight that I had not yet noticed, but when I see my hand, I know that is not the case.\n\nThe webbing between my fingers is thick now, leathery to the touch. In addition to that, my fingernails have turned almost black and come to something of a point, more like talons now than an actual fingernails. \n\nI can feel my expression becoming grim. //Nothing much I can do about it at this point,// I think darkly, some part of me realizing I've resigned myself to this fate, //I have a job to do, I can figure the rest out later.//\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>In the wake of the fight, I make my way towards a large, somewhat clean puddle at the end of the dockto clean myself up a little bit. When I reach for the water, I freeze in place, my outstretched hand inches from the water.\n\nSlowly, I turn my hand over, spreading my fingers revealing a thin web of skin between each of them like what you would expect to see on a frog. The skin between my fingers appears thin, almost transparent, like nearly anything could tear through it. //This is a part of me.// The thought hits me harder than any physical blow.\n\nI struggle to draw breath as panic seizes me. \n\nThen it gets worse.\n\nMy eyes trail up my arms, noticing that the skin now has a rough, almost scaly texture to it.\n\nReaching for the puddle, I start trying to wash myself, to scrub away this change that has become a part of me even though I know deep down that no amount of water or scrubbing will ever wash away what I am becoming.\n\nWhen I get back to my feet several minutes later, I choke back a sob, then pull my jacket tightly around myself, as if somehow the garment might protect me from the reality of what is happening to me.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 4>>A knot starts to form in my stomach as I start to inspect myself. I begin to feel sick to my stomach as I realize that my skin has taken on a distinctly gray green cast. \n\nMy breathing starts to become labored as fear threatens to overwhelm the more rational part of my mind. It doesn’t help when I notice my hands, a thin web of skin connecting each finger like what you would expect to see on a frog. The webbing is so thin that I can actually see through it just a little bit, like it could easily tear if not careful.\n\n//This is a part of me now.// The thought leaves me shaken.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 3>>Moving to the end of the cock, I find a puddle to clean myself. When my fingers touch my face, I begin to notice the changes that have occurred. My face feels tight, faintly rubbery to the touch. As I explore further, I notice that my eyes feel large on my face, disproportionately so. My lips seem to stretch wider than I remember.\n\nI turn to the puddle, trying to see my reflection in its surface, though that proves difficult in the constantly rippling pool as raindrops strike it. It does however reveal that my skin looks darker than previously. I quickly turn my attention to my arms and hands, noticing that my skin has taken on a gray green shade like an old bruise that hasn’t quite faded to yellow yet.\n\nA shiver goes through me that has nothing to do with the cold.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 2>>Sore from my recent fight, I move towards the end of the dock where I find a puddle where I intend to wash the worst of the filth from my body.\n\nStretching out my hand, I stop just short of the water when I notice my fingernails. Slightly longer, and clearly thicker, they have taken on a bit of a gray color. \n\nPutting the thought aside for the moment, I reach for the puddle again, scooping some of the water to wash away the mud and slime covering my body.\n\nMy fingers barely touch my skin before I notice how tight my face feels, faintly rubbery to the touch. \n\n//What the, . . . // I wonder, //What the hell is happening to me.// I think with a momentary flash of anxiety.\n\nMy anxiety only increases when I start to notice that other aspects of my face seem different as well. My eyes feel bulbous, too large for my face. My mouth as well feels like it has been stretched across my face.\n\nDark thoughts fill my head as I finish washing myself up.\n\n<<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>When I look down at myself, I notice that my slightly gray skin has started to take on a rough pebbly texture.\n\nWith morbid fascination, I let my fingers brush over the skin. Only to notice that my fingernails look different as well. They have become darker, obviously thicker and just a little longer as well.\n\n//Is this happening because of those abominations? These Deep Ones?// The implications cause me to shiver.\n\n<<else>>My whole body tingles in the wake of the fight. For a few seconds, I think it is just post fight jitters, but then I notice that my skin looks different. \n\n//I’m pale,// I think, //No, that’s not right, my skin has become slightly gray.//\n\nThe thought barely has time to cross my mind before I touch my skin, noticing that the color is not all that has changed. That my skin has taken on a rough pebbly texture as well.\n\nTrying to put what just happened out of my mind, I try to scrub the filth from my body.\n\n<<endif>><<set $Mutation += 1>>[[Continue.|the waterfront]]

<<if $GooCounter is 0 and $SailorGoo is "Played">> Walking through the run down residential area, I see something glistening wetly a head of me.\n\nWhen I step forward to investigate, I see a puddle of White Goo in the grass beside the muddy street. \n\nIt appears to be the same as the White Goo I've seen before.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\nor\n[[Investigate Closer.|IG2]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>I almost step in the White Goo before I see it glowing softly in the muddy street.\n\nPausing, I kneel down for a closer look at the White Goo. \n\nIt only takes me a moment to determine that this White Goo looks just like what I've seen before.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]\nor\n[[Investigate Closer.|IG2]]<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 2 and $SailorGoo is "Played">>For just a second, I think I see a cloaked figure. The figure's hood is pulled up to conceal their features.\n\nBefore I can move to get a better look at the figure, the person slips stealthily between two apparently abandoned houses. \n\nBy the time I reach the place I last saw the figure, the only sign that remains of the figure is the boot prints in the mud.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<else>>For just a second, I think I see a cloaked figure. The figure's hood is pulled up to conceal their features.\n\nBefore I can move to get a better look at the figure, the person slips stealthily between two small houses. \n\nBy the time I reach the place I last saw the figure, there is no sign of the cloaked figure.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<<endif>>\n\n\n\n

Gesturing at the Crucifix on the wall, then the Bible on the small table, "You're Christian right? I'm guessing you used to attend church?"\n\n"I was raised Catholic," She seems self conscious as she says it, "And I used to attend church here in town until, . . ."\n\n"Until the Pastor died?" I prompt.\n\nShe nods, "Pastor Erkon," She says softly.<<if $Madness gte 2>>\n\n\n//Every terrible thing on this island seems to be connected to something, though those connections are proving elusive. How does the Pastor fit into this picture?//\n\nAs if in answer, the nearly constant cacaphony of harsh whispers become louder, as if mocking my train of thought.\n\nI do my best to ignore the whispers, but with every passing moment, the task of doing so seems more difficult than the last.<<elseif $Madness is 1>>\n\n//Could the Pastor fit into what is happening here?// The surreal fealing associated with the thought troubles me, like I'm trying to create fantasy to fill the gaps in what little I //do// seem to know.\n\n//I'm a man of facts and irrefutible proof. That's what made me so good at my job.// That thought is enough to quiet the soft guttral whispers that seem to fade in and out just outside my ability to hear clearly. \n\nUsing the reprieve to focus on the here and now, I turn my eyes to Ms Sherwood's own troubled gaze.<<else>><<endif>>\n\n<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 9>>"I know this can't be easy for you," My voice is soothing, "Its alright, you dont have to talk about it if you dont want to," I say.\n\n"Why are you asking about him?" She asks, searching my eyes. Her voice is thick with emotion.\n\n"Honestly, I was just curious. But after asking around just a little bit, I'm starting to wonder if there's more to it.\n\nMs Sherwood gives a slow nod, "They said that he commited suicide, jumped from the bluff. Apparently Mr Jackobson saw it happen," She swallows audibly, "We never got another Pastor, and no one took care of the church after that." \n\nHer tone holds some heartache, "The town just hasn't been the same since."<<else>>"Can you tell me about it?" I ask.\n\nI can see in her body language that she's growing increasingly uncomfortable.\n\n"I dont really know much," She barely whispers, "The church closed after it happened. You'd have to ask around to learn more than that."<<endif>>\n\nI thank her for what she was able to share, but realizing I'm not likely to learn more, I decide to change the subject.\n\n[[Did you think of anything you could add about the waterfront?]]\n\n[[What about the man with the limp you mentioned before?]]\n\n[[You said your brother was leaving on the fishing boat?]]\n\n[[Tell me a little about yourself?]]\n\n[[You seemed a little intimidated by Aaron?]]<<if $SherwoodSex is "Played">><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Ms Sherwood what she knows about Azumi.]]\n\n<</if>><</if>>\n\n[[Maybe I can itch that scratch for you again?|Sherwood Sex]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[Done asking questions for now.|Ms Sherwood's House]]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

<<if $Mutation gte 8>>I start to step into the bath, but have to stop myself. //Hot.// I think, deciding that I had better wait a minute before entering. \n\nOnce the water has cooled a bit, I slip into the tub, intimately aware of how my webbed feet move under the water. The barest flick of my foot is enough to make the water in the small tub slop over the sides.\n\nI turn my attention to the gray scaly skin of my hands, spreading my fingers wide to reveal the heavy webbing between them. <<elseif $Mutation gte 6>>Stepping into the bath, I'm intimately aware of the way my webbed feet seem to drag at the water, //kind of like flippers,// I think darkly to myself.\n\nBy the time I am laying in the tub, I notice that the hot water feels almost sufficating, but I do my best to ignore it. \n\nAbsently, I move my hands through the water, my webbed fingers moving the water far more than my normal fingers ever would have. <<elseif $Mutation gte 5>>I pause at the edge of the tub, looking at myself. Seeing the gray shade of my skin, I'm uncomfortably aware of the fact this is something that won't simply wash off.\n\nGrimacing at the thought, I step into the tub, slipping into the water. <<elseif $Mutation gte 1>>Slipping into the bath, I can't help but notice the way my grayish skin contrasts with the water. Trying to put the troubling thought aside, I close my eyes and sink into the water, letting the heat soothe me.<<else>>Settling into the water, I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth, even if its a bit on the hot side. <</if>>\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>Feeling a growing arousal, I let my hand slide down my body, one hand finding its way towards my breasts.\n\nI pause, the strangeness of my touching my own female body is enough to stop me dead in my tracks for several seconds.\n\nClosing my eyes, I clinch my fists. \n\n//Fuck!// I think, part weirded out by what I was starting to do, part frustrated by the sexual tension.\n\nI take a deep breath, letting some of the tension drain out of me.\n\nReluctantly, I cup one of my breasts, the orb of flesh nearly aching to be touched. A tingle of excitement down below draws my other hand back below the waterline.\n\nI feel a shiver run through me, and it has nothing to do with the temprature of the water. \n\nIt feels like an electric current courses through me when my fingers touch the folds of my pussy.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I pause, tense, but my arousal drives my actions. \n\nA single finger parts my nether lips. The incredible feeling makes me shudder, a soft moan escaping my lips.\n\nMy fingers delve deeper, probing at my opening. The feeling becomes nearly overwhelming, my mind blanking for a split second as all I can feel is the pleasure. \n\nDesperate to feel something inside of me, a single finger probes deeper. \n\nA gasp, just the wrong side of a whimper escapes my lips as I feel a pinch deep inside of myself.\n\nI hold myself like that, too scared to probe deeper, but too tense to pull my finger out. \n\nAfter an extended pause, I start to pull my finger out, a throaty moan fills my ears. I cant help but slide my finger back inside, deeper this time.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>Hesitant, I allow a single finger to slip into my hole. \n\n<</if>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>My eyes roll back in my head, and my finger quickly finding a rhythm. Slow at first, then with increasing speed.\n\nIt doesn't take long before I can feel a pressure building deep within my belly. \n\nWith a suddenness that surprises me, a pressure, like a dam prepared to burst, crashes over me as I experience a powerful orgasm.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>My breath catches as my fingers begin to thrust in and out of my new pussy. \n\nEvery thrust of my fingers becomes more insistant than the previous one, my need growing into something desperate.\n\nMy body begins to shudder with every thrust as I get closer to the peak that my body so desperately craves.\n\nMy hips jerk suddenly, my body tensing as I cum. My hips moving spazmatically as I experience a series of small orgasms, one right after another so close together that I can barely distinguish one from another. \n\nWhen they finally stop coming, my body goes limp, the water sloshing out of the tub around me. \n\nI breathe in deeply, letting out a shuddering breath as I work to breathe normally again. \n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Slipping my finger nearly free again, I plunge forward this time, probing my bepths with an insistant thrust of my finger.\n\nWithin moments, my fingers are pistoning in and out of my pussy with incredible need. It only takes a minute before I can feel a tightness starting to form in the core of my being. \n\nThat tightness continues to grow until I can barely breathe around it. Then that tightness is gone suddenly, like a mortar bursting violently. \n\nMy body jerks, my breath catching in my throat as I cum.\n\nI gasp, fighting to bring air into my lungs as I sink deeper into the tub's water.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>\n\nAfter a little while, I slip from the water to dry myself and get dressed.\n\n[[Continue|Your room.]]<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>Feeling the arousal in the pit of my stomach, I let my hands trail down my naked, female body. \n\nThe revalation that I'm in a female body, and that I'm becoming increasingly aroused by my own touch doesn't bother me the way I feel it should. Instead, I feel excitement winning out over my unease. \n\nExploring my body, my hands drift over my chest as I caress and lightly pinch at the tender flesh. Every little touch seems to build upon the aching need between my legs. \n\nUnable to prolong the enevitable any longer, one of my hands drifts downwards, slipping beneath the water in search of my new sex.\n\nI moan softly when I feel my fingertips brush over my slit, seeking out the sensitive little nub above my opening. When I find it, I let my fingertip rest on it, enjoying the building pressure that it causes.\n\nReluctantly, my finger dips lower, seeking out my vagina's opening.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I pause, only a hint of unease fighting its way through my arousal.\n\nA single finger parts my nether lips. The incredible feeling makes me shudder, a soft moan escaping my lips.\n\nMy fingers delve deeper, probing at my opening. The feeling becomes nearly overwhelming, my mind blanking for a split second as all I can feel is the pleasure. \n\nDesperate to feel something inside of me, a single finger probes deeper. \n\nA gasp, just the wrong side of a whimper escapes my lips as I feel a pinch deep inside of myself.\n\nI hold myself like that, too scared to probe deeper, but too tense to pull my finger out. \n\nAfter an extended pause, I start to pull my finger out, a throaty moan fills my ears. I cant help but slide my finger back inside, deeper this time.<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>When I find my opening, I dont even hesitate, my finger slips past my opening, plunging inside of my pussy.\n\n<</if>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>My eyes roll back in my head, and my finger quickly finding a rhythm. Slow at first, then with increasing speed.\n\nIt doesn't take long before I can feel a pressure building deep within my belly. \n\nWith a suddenness that surprises me, a pressure, like a dam prepared to burst, crashes over me as I experience a powerful orgasm.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>My breath catches as my fingers begin to thrust in and out of my new pussy. \n\nEvery thrust of my fingers becomes more insistant than the previous one, my need growing into something desperate.\n\nMy body begins to shudder with every thrust as I get closer to the peak that my body so desperately craves.\n\nMy hips jerk suddenly, my body tensing as I cum. My hips moving spazmatically as I experience a series of small orgasms, one right after another so close together that I can barely distinguish one from another. \n\nWhen they finally stop coming, my body goes limp, the water sloshing out of the tub around me. \n\nI breathe in deeply, letting out a shuddering breath as I work to breathe normally again. \n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Slipping my finger nearly free again, I plunge forward this time, probing my bepths with an insistant thrust of my finger.\n\nWithin moments, my fingers are pistoning in and out of my pussy with incredible need. It only takes a minute before I can feel a tightness starting to form in the core of my being. \n\nThat tightness continues to grow until I can barely breathe around it. Then that tightness is gone suddenly, like a mortar bursting violently. \n\nMy body jerks, my breath catching in my throat as I cum.\n\nI gasp, fighting to bring air into my lungs as I sink deeper into the tub's water. <<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>\n\nWhen I finally slip from the tub's teped waters, I quickly dry myself and get dressed.\n\n[[Continue|Your room.]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>I tremble with a mixture of excitement and need, almost desperate to feel something, //anything// inside of my aching cunt. \n\nMy hands drift over my body, wanting, //needing// to feel every sensation I'm capable of bringing myself.\n\nThe sound that escapes my lips is like a wanton harlot's cry of passion. It only serves to drive my arousal higher.\n\nMy nipples poke above the water like two hard mountain peaks. The gently moving waters seem to lap at the aching buds.\n\nUnable to resist my need any longer, one of my hands slide beneath the waters towards my pussy.\n\nWhen my fingers find my slit, I spread my legs slightly for better access as I prepare to slide a finger inside.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>Unable, or perhaps unwilling to wait, I thrust a single finger inside, spearing my hymen. A cry out as I feel something inside of my pussy for the first time. \n\nI dont move for several seconds, but the aching need to be fucked, with //anything// drives me to start moving my finger in and out with slow even strokes.\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>A smile touches my lips as a shuddering moan fills the air around me. Unable to resist the urge to probe myself, I thrust a finger inside of my new pussy.\n\n<</if>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>My eyes roll back in my head, and my finger quickly finding a rhythm. Slow at first, then with increasing speed.\n\nIt doesn't take long before I can feel a pressure building deep within my belly. \n\nWith a suddenness that surprises me, a pressure, like a dam prepared to burst, crashes over me as I experience a powerful orgasm.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>My breath catches as my fingers begin to thrust in and out of my new pussy. \n\nEvery thrust of my fingers becomes more insistant than the previous one, my need growing into something desperate.\n\nMy body begins to shudder with every thrust as I get closer to the peak that my body so desperately craves.\n\nMy hips jerk suddenly, my body tensing as I cum. My hips moving spazmatically as I experience a series of small orgasms, one right after another so close together that I can barely distinguish one from another. \n\nWhen they finally stop coming, my body goes limp, the water sloshing out of the tub around me. \n\nI breathe in deeply, letting out a shuddering breath as I work to breathe normally again. \n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Slipping my finger nearly free again, I plunge forward this time, probing my bepths with an insistant thrust of my finger.\n\nWithin moments, my fingers are pistoning in and out of my pussy with incredible need. It only takes a minute before I can feel a tightness starting to form in the core of my being. \n\nThat tightness continues to grow until I can barely breathe around it. Then that tightness is gone suddenly, like a mortar bursting violently. \n\nMy body jerks, my breath catching in my throat as I cum.\n\nI gasp, fighting to bring air into my lungs as I sink deeper into the tub's water.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><</if>>\n\nA little water sloshes over the tub's side as I step out of it. I pause to look down on my body, half smiling as I feel a hint of arousal starting to build in my loins once more.\n\n//God, I need something more substantial than a finger inside of me.// I think.\n\nTrying to put the thought aside, I quickly dry myself off and start to get dressed.\n\n[[Continue|Your room.]]<</if>>\n

Kicking my pants to the side, I step up to the bed.\n\nLaying on her back, she grins up at me, spreading her lets in invitation. My <<if $Taint gte 70>>little <<endif>>cock throbs in need as I gaze down at her.\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 5>>I hesitate for a moment before starting to climb onto the bed. Slowly, I start moving into position. <<else>>Needing no further encouragement, I climb onto the bed, slipping between her legs. <<endif>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>I feel her fingers touch my rigid <<if $Taint gte 70>>little penis <<else>>member<<endif>>, sluding me between her welcoming folds. The moment I feel the tip of my cock find her hole, I push forward, sliding <<if $Taint gte 70>> into her. I feel my hips touch hers before I reach very deeply into her. <<else>>deep inside of her with a single slow thrust. <<endif>><<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>Reaching down, I guide the tip of my <<if $Taint gte 70>>little penis <<else>>cock<<endif>> to the wet folds of her pussy. Sliding it up and down her slit, I find her opening and push forward, hilting my <<if $Taint gte 70>>short <<endif>>cock inside of her with as a single motion. <<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>I feel fingers touch my <<if $Taint gte 70>>little <<endif>>cock, guiding me towards her waiting hole. When I feel the crown of my <<if $Taint gte 70>> cocklet <<else>>cock <<endif>>nudge her opening, <<if $Taint gte 70>>only reaching a short distance into her before I feel my hips press against hers. For a second, I enjoy the feel of myself <<else>>I thrust forward, slamming balls deep<<endif>> inside of her sweltering cunt. Its only then that I realize that both of her arms are wrapped around my shoulders, meaning that it must have been the man who guided me inside of her.\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>//What a wierdo.// I think, a little put off by what the man just did, //What self respecting guy would touch another man's cock?<<if $Taint gte 70>> Not that I have much of one anymore. <<endif>>//<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>My <<if $Taint gte 70>>little <<endif>>cock throbs involuntarily at the revalation.<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>My <<if $Taint gte 70>>small <<endif>>cock throbs hard, jerking inside of the woman at the revalation. I can't help but acknowledge, if just to myself, that I find what he just did to be highly erotic.<<endif>><<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>> \n\nFeeling the warm wetness of her pussy wrapped rightly around my <<if $Taint gte 70>>little <<endif>>penis, I close my eyes and savor the feelig for several long seconds, the whole time, her pussy ripples around my invading member. \n\nShe grinds her hips against my own, causing me to let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. When she repeats the motion, I draw back<<if $Taint gte 70>> just a little bit, lest I slip from her hole<<endif>>, then slide back inside of her. Within moments, I'm fucking her pussy with slow but firm thrusts, the throaty moans that escape her lips are a clear indication of what she thinks of my performance.\n\nWhen I feel myself getting close to my own release, I begin to quicken my pace, the woman thrusting up against me wildly as her own orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clamps down tightly around my <<if $Taint gte 70>>undersized <<endif>>cock, throbbing as it tries to milk the cum from my<<if $Taint gte 70>> little<<endif>> balls. She doesn't have to wait long, I press my hips as tightly against her own as I'm able and let the last of my resistance go. \n\nMy <<if $Taint gte 70>>penis <<else>>cock <<endif>>throbbs almost painfully as I begin to pump jet after jet of my cum deep inside of her waiting cunt.\n\nWhen my <<if $Taint gte 70>>tiny <<endif>>erection finally begins to go down, I slip it free of her well used hole, a bit of my cum leaking from her pussy. I only have a moment to admire the view before the man, who I realize was watching our fornication the whole time, moves to take my place. \n\nWith a single savage thrust, he buries his own cock inside of the woman, much to her obvious pleasure, and begins to fuck her hard and fast.<<if $Taint gte 70>> I can't help but notice how much better she responds to his touch than to my own. <<endif>>\n\n<<if $Depravity lte 5>>Turning away from the couple, I start to dress myself.<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>I can't help but watch the couple fuck for a time. I find myself oddly fascinated as I see how my own cum acts as lubrication for his own turn at her pussy.\n\nShaking the thought aside, I turn away from the couple and begin to dress myself.<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>Seeing the man fucking the pussy I just filled with my own cum is enough to make my <<if $Taint gte 70>>penis <<else>>cock <<endif>>start swelling with need once more. I can see the way his big cock forces my cum out of her well used hole with every thrust, while lubing his own use of her cunt.\n\n//That's really a beautiful sight,// I think, no longer sure if I'm thinking about their fucking, her pussy stretched around his cock, or the way his cock seems to fill her pussy so fully. //I wonder what their mixed juices would taste like?//\n\nUnsure of what to think of my final thought, I begin to dress myself, still watching the show that the couple is putting on.<<endif>>\n\nOnce I'm fully dressed again, I slip quietly from their room and make my way [[back to my own.|Your room.]]\n\n<<set $Taint += 4>>

The squelching of my boots is punctuated by the sound of raindrops dripping lazily between the leaves overhead. \n\nBarely visible in the bushes beside the trail, I see a small snare, a dead squirrel handing from a noose, its fur matted with rain. //Wonder how long its been hanging in that trap?// I think idly.\n\nTurning my attention back to the trail, [[I continue on my way.|Trail]]

I feel a tickle start inside of my new pussy, like a deep itch that I could never reach. \n\nMy eyes linger on the man's cock, requiring a conscious effort on my part to look away from the hard, veiny shaft. When I look at the woman, I feel a slight stirrings in my loins, but nothing like I'm accustomed to when gazing upon a pretty girl. \n\nIt takes all my will to keep my eyes off of the hard, throbbing member jutting from the man's crotch. My arousal raising steadily as I slowly approach the bed. Once I reach the end of the bed, I begin to slowly undress, my hands shaking as I do so, //Like a fucking virgin.// I think uneasily.\n\n[[Nevermind.|Decline the offer.]]\n[[Stay and watch the couple fuck.]]\n[[Sixty-nine her.|69FF]]\n<<if $Depravity gte 4>>[[Suck his cock.]]\n[[Sixty-nine him.]]\n[[Let him fuck you Missionary style.]]\n[[Let him fuck you Doggy style.]]\n[[Fuck him Cowgirl style.]]<<endif>>\n<<if $Depravity gte 10>>[[Let him fuck your ass.]]<<endif>>\n\n<<set $GooCounter = random(0, 2)>>\n<<if $Depravity lte 6>><<set $Depravity += 1>><<endif>>\n\n

<<if $Stranger is "Played">><<set $random to random (1,2)>><<if $random is 1>>She rounds the corner of a shop on the main street just before I reach it. \n\nThe woman in the heavy raincoat stops, glaring at me, "//Filth,//" She hisses, then spits at my feet before pushing past me and continuing on her way.\n\n//What a bitch,// I think, watching her go for a moment before turning my attention back to what I was doing before the unpleasant encounter.\n\n<<else>>The moment I see the woman in the raincoat, I tense up. My hand aches with the desire to reach into my jacket and take hold of my .38 Special. //I'm not sure if she's just mean, or unhinged. Either way, the look in her eyes, she's dangerous.//\n\nI give her plenty of room as we pass one another even though it means I have to muck my way through mud and filth to do so. She spits at the ground at my feet and mumbles something unsavory under her breath as she passes.\n\n<</if>><<else>>I see a woman walking down the main street. She has a heavy raincoat on and a hood that pulls up around her head. You can still see her pale face and just a hint of black hair framing her head around the hood.\n\nAs she walks, she does so with a careful step and a steady pace, her movements taking on a surprising grace.\n\nWhen you draw closer to her, her cold angry eyes turn toward you. You've just started to open your mouth to call a soft greeting when she speaks first, "Go fuck yourself stranger, your kind isn't welcome in Wanton Cove."\n\nI'm so shocked by the unexpected hostility that I stop right where I'm standing. Turning on my heel, I prepare to confront her, but I discover her standing only half a dozen paces behind me, facing toward me. I can't help but notice the way her hand is inside her raincoat. The front of the coat is open just enough to reveal a bit of her expensive looking dress, and the positioning of her hand leading me to believe her hand is resting on the handle of a sidearm concealed beneath her jacket.\n\nInstinctively, I raise my hands, "I don't want any trouble," I say.\n\n"Then get the fuck out of my sight," She spits at the ground between the two of us.\n\nI feel tense, taking several steps away from her before turning my back on her. I take a deep breath, my muscles tight as I wait for a gunshot that does not come.\n\nLetting out the breath slowly, I start to walk again. I walk at least a dozen paces before I risk a glance over my shoulder. The woman is nowhere to be seen.<<set $Stranger to "Played">><</if>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

Having nothing more to ask at this time, I politely excuse myself. \n\nMr Jackobson mumbles something resembling a crude goodbye in my wake.\n<<if $JackobsonHouse gte 2>><<else>><<set $JackobsonHouse +=1>><</if>><<set $JackobsonBluff to 1>>\n<<slumlink "Exit Mr Jackobson's home.">>

window.commonDocksEvents = function () {\n\tvar chance = random(1, 60);\n\tvar passage;\n\n\tif (chance <= 5) {\n\t\tpassage = "Jellyfish";\n\t} else if (chance <= 10) {\n\t\tpassage = "Boat";\n\t} else if (chance <= 13) {\n\t\tpassage = "BoatIn";\n\t} else if (chance <= 15) {\n\t\tpassage = "BoatOut";\n\t} else if (chance <= 17) {\n\t\tpassage = "GooDock";\n\t} else if (chance <= 22) {\n\t\tpassage = "Light Rain Dock";\n\t} else if (chance <= 25) {\n\t\tpassage = "DockFog";\n\t} else if (chance <= 27) {\n\t\tpassage = "GooDock";\n\t} else if (chance <= 29) {\n\t\tpassage = "DockTorrent";\n\t} else if (chance <= 33) {\n\t\tpassage = "DockDamp";\n\t} else if (chance <= 35) {\n\t\tpassage = "DockSun";\n\t} else if (chance <= 38) {\n\t\tpassage = "DockSlowRain";\n\t} else if (chance <= 40) {\n\t\tpassage = "DeformedDocks";\n\t} else if (chance <= 42) {\n\t\tpassage = "Combat A";\n\t} else if (chance <= 45) {\n\t\tpassage = "Dock1";\n\t} else if (chance <= 48) {\n\t\tpassage = "Dock2";\n\t} else if (chance <= 50) {\n\t\tpassage = "Dock3";\n\t} else if (chance <= 51) {\n\t\tpassage = "Dock3";\n\t} else if (chance <= 53) {\n\t\tpassage = "Dock4";\n\t} else if (chance <= 56) {\n\t\tpassage = "DockPuddle";\n\t} else {\n\t\tpassage = "Shipbuilder";\n\t}\n\n\treturn passage;\n};\n

"You haven't reacted to my mutations at all. Don't they bother you?" I ask.\n\nAzumi looks at me with an odd expression, "Should it?"\n\n"They aren't normal, and most people would freak out if they saw me like this," I reply.\n\n"Father says that I'm not normal either, and people like you are common here. I sometimes see people with //mutations//," The word sounds awkward in her mouth, "Like yours out my window."\n\nI open my mouth to say something, but I can't think of anything. Instead, I change course with the conversation, "You say you see people with my kind of changes outside your window?"\n\nShe clutches my arm a little tighter as her face draws close to mine, "Yes, sometimes near the cliff, or at the treeline, but mostly just on brighter days in the water, but the ones in the water are hard to see and are too far away to see very clearly," I can feel her breath on my cheek as she speaks.\n\nI've only a moment for this information to sink in before I feel her turn towards me, her erection brushing against my leg lightly. With both of her hands around my arm, she tries to guide my hand to her cock. I instinctively resist, moving my hand to my own lap even though a large part of me wants to give in to her desires.\n\n<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>>

"I have a question for you about the sea life in this area," I begin.\n\n"You're going to need to be a bit specific friend, there's a lot of things in these waters," <<if ($PlayerPerception + $Intelligence) gte 11>>I can see a slight tightness around his eyes before he responds.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerPerception + $Intelligence) gte 6>>He pauses briefly, as if considering his next words carefully.\n\n<<else>>There's a brief pause before he continues.\n\n<<endif>>"But I'm going to go out on a limb here and say you're going to ask about one of our more exotic specimens."\n\n"Yeah, I saw a body in the water,-"\n\nHe cuts me off before I can finish, "The one on the beach the other day?"\n\n"No, another one," I can see his expression darken slightly, "I was up on the bluff, I could see a body in the water. There were a group of //things// that approached the body then pulled it under. Any idea what they could have been?"\n\n"Hmmm," Phil looks thoughtful, "Dark things, about the size of a person?"\n\n<<if $Madness gte 3>>//They're real! He's seen them too!// My thoughts stall, //But does he know too much? Is he in league with them?//\n\n<<endif>>"Yeah, that's right," I reply, subconsciously leaning forward in anticipation of learning more.\n\n"Probably a group of seals. Not unusual for them to play with something in the water."\n\nHis tone suggests that's all the answer he has, but I'm not willing to give up so easily, "No, they had a big fin along their back, looked like webbed feet and hands."\n\nPhil lets out a bark of laughter, "Have you ever seen seals in the water? Their flippers can easily look like hands or feet at a glance, especially when they are in the water, and the fin was almost certainly one of them just swimming on its side and letting one of its foreflippers break the surface."<<if $Madness gte 3>>\n\n//Lies! Lies!// My mind rages for several seconds, barely contined within me. I nearly tremble as I try to find the flaws in his logic that I can use to prove him a liar.<<endif>>\n\nSeeing my expression, his grin <<if $Madness gte 2>> becomes patient<<else>>widens slightly<<endif>>, "Sorry to break it to you friend, but people misinterpret what they see in the water all the time," After a brief pause, "What I'd be more worried about is the body you thought you saw. Might have been a dead seal, but if it was human, then I feel for the family, with this storm, we're never going to find the body again unless it washes up on shore somewhere."\n\nFrustrated and out of questions on the subject, I decide to change the topic.\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[Ask Phil about Tom.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Phil about Wanton Cove.]]<<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the Pastor.]]<</if>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>\n[[Ask Phil about the White Goo.]]<</if>><<if $Taint gte 40>>\n[[Ask Phil about your physical changes.|Ask Phil about your transformation.]]<<endif>>\n<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>[[Ask Phil about the Ruins.]]\n\n<</if>>\nor\n[[Nevermind. Exit the Shipbuilder's Shack.|Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]

<<back>>\n\nI want to thank all the people who have been such a help and inspiration to me as I've worked on this, and other projects.\n\nThank you to all my fans. Without you, I'd quickly lose all motivation and will to work on this kind of project. \n\nThank you to everyone over in the twine help thread on TFGamesSite.com You are all very willing to help, while asking nothing in return. You guys are absolutely wonderful.\n\nThank you to AngelofRevelation from TFGamesSite.com, and a personal friend. While you don't know much more than me when it comes to coding a game like this, you're always willing to take a look over my shoulder and help me to fix problems that crop up, or give me a second opinion on a chunk of code so that I know I'm doing it right. You played a big part in getting the character creator in place, I doubt I would have done it without you.\n\nA very special thanks to TheMadExile from TFGamesSite.com. You have always shown an amazing amount of patience in explaining how things work and helping me with the multitude of problems and questions that I've brought to your attention. When I struggle with something, you're always there to help set me straight, often going so far as to write entire chunks of code for me. Without you, I'd have likely given up game making within a week of the time I first started. You have been an incredible help every step of the way. Thank you!\n\nThanks to Patchwolf for helping out with testing for a while, and for introducing me to Trello, which has proven to be a very useful tool for brainstorming, planning, storyboarding and tracking progress\n\nThank you to Sensate and Rfpnj from TFGamesSite (Along with a couple of other people who have come and gone along the way) for grinding through frequent test builds, helping me run down and fix countless bugs, and generally acting as a sounding board on different issues. Not only have you guys made this game much more playable for those trying to enjoy this game, but you have also made this game much easier and much more fun to work on by saving me the countless hours of mind numbing testing that I would otherwise have to do in order to polish this game into something playable.\n\nThank you to Fae from TFGamesSite for the beautifully moody background art.\nwww.tfgamessite.com/phpbb3/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=33315\n\nCommissioned in-game art is by Silverjibe over on Hentai Foundry.\nwww.hentai-foundry.com/user/Silverjile/profile\n\nOn occasion, someone will go above and beyond, pledging a staggering amount to help out. At the $100 level these people make a huge difference. All I can say at this level is that "Thank You" does not seem adequate to express my gratitude, even if they are the only words to do so. So thank you:\n-Matty\n\nPatrons who have at some time pledged at the $20 level:\n-Ash legge\n-Ash Toynton\n-Auril\n-Azagorod\n-benjamin mcdonald\n-Blauz\n-Erin Blanche\n-Friendly Neighbor\n-H Dizzie\n-Halacon\n-Kris Harley\n-Merp\n-moreau jany\n-PSSR Warren\n-rich gale\n-ronald grayson\n-stephen stricklin\n-trolox\n-Urta\n-Wayne\n-Writing Soldier\n\nPatrons who have at some time pledged at the $10 level:\n-Aaron Grandy\n-Adeon Relsi\n-aksel\n-Aldir\n-Alex Thomas\n-Ali Almutairi\n-Ami Sierra\n-Amnesian\n-anactualgoat\n-Andrew 'Kiri3tsubasa' Warnock!\n-Anna_Chan666\n-Anon\n-Anon D\n-Ape Hest\n-Ariados\n-Ashley Francis\n-Aurelio\n-Ayda Trisfina\n-Ayy Ayy\n-BDZF\n-Benjamin Kurz\n-BigR\n-Blauz\n-Brendan Hurley\n-Burn Cycle\n-Buskola\n-Cameron Dufton\n-Characterholding\n-Chastity Sublime\n-Christian Southworth\n-christopher\n-Chroma\n-Cizuz\n-crudemilz\n-Dakota Stewart\n-Dakota Weigel\n-daemonmaster\n-Daniel Scarpaci\n-Daniel Schneider\n-David Van Dam\n-dave\n-Deimos Masque\n-dill\n-Dragonlord2288\n-dragoon48\n-dummy\n-Eosnet\n-Ethin Probst\n-faefa\n-Gurt \n-Halemohg\n-Haseo57\n-Hassan Assod\n-Hurr Durr\n-ItsHatter\n-Jacob Britt\n-Jahmir Roy\n-James Townsend\n-Jason McConnell\n-Jason Shivley\n-Jdub2010\n-Jennifer L Rogers\n-Jeremy Vogelsong\n-Jeter Missing & Latenight Pondering\n-Joe\n-john daniels\n-Johnathan Cannell\n-Jonathan Mercer\n-Jordan Selby\n-Josh\n-Josh Williams\n-Josh Xiong\n-Jouni\n-Justin\n-kalleangka\n-Kient Wong\n-kieran batiste\n-Koragamy\n-Kevin D.\n-Kya\n-Lance Park\n-Lonebigfoot\n-Loveythefoxcheetah\n-Luis Garza\n-Marcus\n-Matt Kumiho\n-Matthias Jahn\n-Matty\n-Medicant_Bias\n-Michael\n-Mobuis\n-ModestChain\n-Mychal Warner\n-Naonesa\n-Nathan\n-nathan fortner\n-Nicholas Davis\n-Nicholas Miyoshi\n-overkill9\n-Pace675\n-patrick greer\n-PhantomLoki2490\n-QuietVoyer\n-Railay\n-Ratter254\n-Richard\n-RMK_99\n-Rune\n-Ryan\n-Sarg\n-Scott OMiller\n-Shrimp Poppers\n-Shuuu\n-SirBeans\n-SissySteffi\n-Snorlax\n-Spencer\n-Stanford Laine\n-StarLord0130\n-Steve Cortez\n-steven macintosh\n-t\n-TheKwingDoctor\n-Theo Koelewijn\n-thesolitaryreaper\n-Trent KEnward\n-Varreity\n-Vivid Rose\n-Void Walker\n-Weegschaal\n-William Brown\n-yarp yar\n-yc z.\n-Zachary Brailer\n-zachary bohushar\n-ZEG\n-Zygomatico\n\nAnd while every one of the people mentioned above has played a part in making all of this possible in their own ways, I also have to take a moment to thank everyone who has ever taken the time to play this game, Patron or not, because its the fact that you enjoy playing this creation that makes me want to get up each day and work on this whenever I am able. The fact that there is so much love for this game //inspires// me.\n\n<<back>>

As I make my way inside the Church, I feel a sudden sharp chill on my neck, like a frozen knife slipping through my flesh.\n\nI freeze in place, the chill slipping down my spine, my breath caught in my throat. Carefully, I draw a breath, my hand going slowly to the nape of my neck. Only to find a hint of wentess. Almost as soon as I touch the wetness, I realize what happened; a drop of watter had fallen from the doorframe of the Church, striking me just inside the colar of my coat. <<if $Day gte 5>>\n\nListening, I can hear the rumble of heavy rain hitting the old roof.<</if>>\n\nTaking a deep breath to calm myself, //boy, this place really has me on edge,// I think to myself.\n\nAdjusting my collar, I slip [[inside the little Church.|stepping carefully inside.]]

<<if $GooCounter is 0>>As I near my room, I hear a muffled moan come from one of the other rooms.\n\nLooking towards the sound, I see a nearby door standing part way open. A sliver of light coming from it illuminates the nearby hallway.\n\nTaking a couple of steps towards the door, I glance through the crack, only to see a naked couple on the bed. The woman is on her hands and knees, her face buried in the pillow as the man fucks her from behind. \n\nThe smell of sex is strong, and the man's every thrust causes a wet slapping sound. From where I'm standing, I have a perfect side profile. The man's unusually large cock glistens with her juices as he thrusts into her with the rhythmic intensity of a piston.\n\nWith no warning, the man looks my way, a knowing grin spreading on his lips as he meets my gaze. For several seconds, his eyes look me up and down, as if appraising me.\n\nA moment later, the woman looks up, her eyes first turning towards her lover as if to ask why he stoped, then following his gaze to me. Instead of looking embarrassed, a hint of a smile touches her lips instead.\n\n"Care to join us?" The man asks casually.<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>Nearing my room, a muffled scream snaps my attention towards a nearby door.\n\nInstinct kicking in, I quickly close the distance between myself and the door, turning the knob and shoving the door open.\n\nBefore me is a couple, in the middle of their lovemaking. The woman is laying on her back, her legs spread wide and her breasts bouncing with the man's every thrust. \n\nThe couple stops suddenly, surprised by my sudden intrusion.\n\nAfter several seconds, wracking my mind for a way to gracefully remove myself from the awkward situation, the tableau is broken as the man begins to thrust into the woman again with slow, even strokes. Both people appear completely unashamed of the fact that they are fucking in front of a complete stranger.\n\n"In or out," The man says with a smirk, "Just don't stand there with the door open all day."<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>As I approach my room, I notice a door further down the hallway standing ajar.\n\nLooking towards the sound, I see a nearby door standing part way open. A sliver of light coming from it illuminates the nearby hallway.\n\nWhen I reach the door, I glance through the crack. \n\nInside, I see a man and woman on the bed, the woman on her back with the man poised over her. From where I'm standing, I can see right between their legs, with a clear view of the man's cock as it slides in and out of her wet pussy. The man's ass flexes with every thrust and his grunts are only marginally louder than the sound of the couple's hips slapping together.\n\nI don't stand there for long before the woman notices me. With a little smile, she motions for me to come to her. The motion drawing the attention of the man fucking her pussy. \n\nWhen the man glances over his shoulder at me, a slow smile crosses his features, "The more the merrier," He says lightly, a clear invitiation to join them.<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>>\n\n[[Decline the offer.]]\n<<if $Taint lte 30>><<if $Depravity lte 5>>[[Reluctantly Accept.]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>[[Reluctantly Accept.]]\n[[Eagerly Accept.]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>[[Eagerly Accept.]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Taint lte 54>><<if $Depravity lte 5>>[[Reluctantly Accept.|MidReluctant]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>[[Reluctantly Accept.|MidReluctant]]\n[[Eagerly Accept.|MidEager]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>[[Eagerly Accept.|MidEager]]\n\n<<endif>><<elseif $Taint lte 94>><<if $Depravity lte 5>>[[Reluctantly Accept.|MidReluctant]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>[[Reluctantly Accept.|MidReluctant]]\n[[Eagerly Accept.|MidEager]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Eagerly Accept.|MidEager]]\n\n<<endif>><<else>><<if $Depravity lte 5>>[[Reluctantly Accept.|FemaleReluctant]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity lte 9>>[[Reluctantly Accept.|FemaleReluctant]]\n[[Eagerly Accept.|FemaleEager]]\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 10>>[[Eagerly Accept.|FemaleEager]]\n<<endif>><<endif>>

"Can you think of anyone who might have wanted to hurt anyone here in town?" I ask.\n\nMs Sherwood looks almost troubled, as if she's struggling to find an answer, "No, nothing like this, never." She says softly, pointedly not looking at the body, her expression clearly troubled.\n\n"You're sure? I probe.\n\n"Yeah," Her answer is more sure this time.\n\nAsk about:\n[[You have any idea who she was?|B1A]]\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?|B1B]]\n<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?|B1C]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?|B1D]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?|B1E]]\n<</if>>\n[[If I have any further questions, where can I find you?]]\n\nor\n\n[[I'm done talking to Ms Sherwood.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

I sway slightly, enjoying the feel of my dress swaying around my ankles. \n\nSmiling at the warm feeling in my belly, I watch my most recent customer stuff his cock back into his pants before I reach for the wad of bills sitting on the table. \n\n"See you tomorrow," I smile and wave at the regular customer.\n\nWhen I turn, I see someone just entering the Barmaid's Daughter. Even shrouded in a long gray jacket, I can tell he has a powerful frame. When he takes his old fedora off, I get my first good look at his face. There's a hint of gray in his hair, about fifty years old, and has a bit of stubble on his chin, //That's not like him, he's always clean shaved.//\n\nHis eyes turn toward me, narrowing like he recognizes me but can't figure out who I am. It takes a split second for me to hide my own surprise at seeing him here. About the same time, he shakes his head as if concluding that he doesn't actually know who I am. \n\nI want to run to him, to tell him to leave this island, to save himself from what has happened to me, has happened to his son. //It's already too late,// I hear the whispers begin in the back of my mind, //Se'an uuth net re'ch al Zal'chaas. Oouh thessa be-eleh Peter.//\n\n//I'm sorry Peter,// I think to myself, my memory searching for memories of him in the police department's shower room, wondering what his cock is going to feel like inside of me even as I feel my pussy aching to be filled by his manhood. \n\nA smile tugs at the corner of my lips as I begin to pick my way across the Barmaid's Daughter toward my former partner.\n\nHe sees me approaching as I undress him with my eyes. I can see his lips part but I speak before he can say anything, "You're new around here, new to Wanton Cove?" Even though I ask the question, I already know the answer, "Let me be the first to welcome you," You say, stepping close enough that my front is almost touching him. \n\nI can see in his eyes that he finds me attractive, it's a look I've seen a thousand times by now. My hand reaches out, gently cupping his crotch. He takes a half step back, his eyes widening in surprise at how forward I am being, //He's already hard,// I feel an involuntary smile tugging at my lips, "If you talk with Aaron at the bar," I gesture at the portly balding man behind the bar, "He can get you a room. Maybe once you have a room you'd like to invite me back to it for a little fun?"\n\nHe swallows hard, clearly considering my offer, "Yeah, maybe I can ask you a couple of questions?" He asks nervously.\n\n//He never did well with the ladies,// I think with a surge of amusement, "I'll let you do a lot more than ask questions if you ask nice enough."\n\nI already feel so aroused that I'd gladly let him fuck me for free, but I already have him right where I want him. When I step forward and press my breasts against his chest, he lets me. I lean in close, my lips less than an inch from his, "Don't be a stranger," I purr.\n\nHis breath is ragged, his eyes just a little too wide as he swallows hard again, "I, uh, I should see about getting a room," He says hastily, "I'll," He trails off for just a second, his eyes momentarily transfixed by my generous cleavage, "I'll find you in a little bit, I have a few questions, then, . . . . " He trails off again, looking slightly sheepish.\n\nEND.

"The whitish fluid on her, have you seen anything like that before? I ask, "Maybe you know where it might have come from?"\n\nMs Sherwood's expression is clearly troubled, "Y-you think," her eyes go to the body, not leaving it as she continues to speak, "you think she might have been //raped?//" The last work out of her mouth is almost a whisper.\n\nI open my mouth, almost uttering the truth, //"I don't know."// but manage to stay silent, instead I say, "It's probably just something from the ocean, but I thought I'd ask anyway."\n\nShe nods, seeming to agree with my assessment, but she seems content to ponder the ground at her feet for a long time after the question.\n\nAsk about:\n[[You have any idea who she was?|B1A]]\n\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?|B1B]]\n<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?|B1C]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?|B1E]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?|B1F]]\n<</if>>\n[[If I have any further questions, where can I find you?]]\n\nor\n\n[[I'm done talking to Ms Sherwood.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

"Do you know of anyone around Wanton Cove who might be a bit //rough// with the ladies?" I ask carefully.\n\nMs Sherwood shakes her head, almost violently, "No!" She says, her eyes locking with mine, "The men around here might be a bit randy, but there's no lack of willing ladies," She blushes, her expression awkward as if she's trying to find a non-awkward way to continue.\n\nFinally, she adds, "No, nothing like that, ever." She smooths her skirts, a hint of color still in her cheeks.\n\nAsk about:\n[[You have any idea who she was?|B1A]]\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?|B1B]]\n<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?|B1C]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?|B1D]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?|B1F]]\n<</if>>\n[[If I have any further questions, where can I find you?]]\n\nor\n\n[[I'm done talking to Ms Sherwood.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

"Mind telling me why you were out here?" I ask, watching her eyes.\n\n"My," Ms Sherwood pauses so briefly that I almost miss it, "brother, Burt, he left on the fishing boat a little while ago. I came down to the docks to see him off." She says, "He's the only family I have."\n\nI glance out at the cove. Out in the open ocean, barely visible, I can see a fishing boat moving away from Wanton Cove\n\nAsk about:\n[[You have any idea who she was?|B1A]]\n<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?|B1C]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?|B1D]]<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?|B1E]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?|B1F]]\n<</if>>\n[[If I have any further questions, where can I find you?]]\n\nor\n\n[[I'm done talking to Ms Sherwood.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

"Looks like she she has some pretty serious scarring around her ankle, she might have walked with a limp," I begin, "No one with a limp went missing recently?"\n\nMs Sherwood glances at Aaron, then turns her eyes to the body, openly staring at the ankle, "Wilson Crow. I haven't seen him in a few days." \n\n<<if $PlayerPerception gte 7>>I can't help but notice the way Aaron gives her a hard look when she answers. \n\n<</if>>"But he's a fisherman, so he probably just went out with one of the fishing boats. His wife lives out by the old Church.<<set $Crow to "Played">><<set $Rose to "Played">>\n\nAsk about:\n[[You have any idea who she was?|B1A]]\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?|B1B]]\n<<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?|B1D]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?|B1E]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?|B1F]]\n<</if>>\n[[If I have any further questions, where can I find you?]]\n\nor\n\n[[I'm done talking to Ms Sherwood.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

"You don't happen to know who she is?" I ask gently.\n\n"No, I don't think I've ever seen her before," Ms Sherwood says.\n\n<<if ($PlayerPerception + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 8>>I notice her eyes flicker to the victim's ankle. //I'll have to follow up on this later, she might know more than she's letting on, but she seems reluctant to share right now.// \n<</if>>\n\nAsk about:\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?|B1B]]\n<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?|B1C]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?|B1D]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?|B1E]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?|B1F]]\n<</if>>\n[[If I have any further questions, where can I find you?]]\n\nor\n\n[[I'm done talking to Ms Sherwood.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

Upon arriving in my room, I've barely had time to close the door when I notice a soft sound, //thump, thump, thump, thump,// coming rhythmically from somewhere near my bed.\n\nMy eyes flicker around the small room, but I see nothing that might be the source of the sound.\n\nMaking my way towards the bed, I quickly come to the realization that the sound is coming from the other side of the wall. I put my ear to the wall, the sound becoming clearer and taking on a distinctly wooden sound. I can also hear a soft feminine moan.\n\n//Well, someone's receiving a good fucking,// I think with a smirk as I realize the sound is that of a headboard hitting the wall.\n\nShaking my head softly, [[I continue about my business.|Your room.]]

<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 14>>"I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about your family?" I ask tectfully.\n\nI can see Mr Morichi's expression tighten a little bit. He takes a long sip of his tea, then sits the cup down. His eyes turn out the window when he begins to speak, "Truly unpleasant as much of my family history is, I'll speak of it this once in the name of budding friendship," He glances at me only long enough to utter a question before turning his gaze back towards the ocean, "Are you looking for specifics about my family, or is this a simple blanket inquiry?"\n\n"Just a general question. Curiosity mostly."\n\nMe Morichi nods slowly, "It would seem that my family line will end with the death of my daughter."\n\nBefore I can insert a question, he raises a single finger towrds me to silence me, "My daughter is locked away in this mansion because she is a danger to herself, and the family line is sure to end with her because she is barren."\n\nI find myself leaning towards Mr Morichi, curious. <<if $Madness gte 2>>In the back of my mind, a soft whisper becomes a momentary giggle.<<endif>>\n\n"She is a hermaphrodite, and has proven unable to conceive. And to my shame, the only child I have ever sired is her," Reaching out, he takes hold of his tea cup, sipping lightly at the bitter fluid within.\n\n"But perhaps this is too much to burden a near stranger with?" He does not wait for any reply from me before continuing.\n\n"My father was a sailor, he died when his ship was lost at sea before I was born. My mother, God rest her soul, raised me with the aid of the mansion staff. Perhaps her greatest sin was that she loved me. She sheltered and coddled me as a child, protecting me from the dangers of the world, both real and perceived," Another sip of his tea, then he lowers it to cradle the cup at chest height, "My only friends were the house staff, and it became difficult for me to associate with the common people of Wanton Cove. I became an outcast."\n\nA sudden smile blossoms on his face, "Forgive me, you ask about my family, and I begin sharing my personal woes instead."\n\nWaving one hand dismissively, "The only two people in my family that I ever knew was my mother, and my daughter, so it is difficult for me to give much real insight into my family tree. However when people ask about my family, they are typically only insterested in Zodak Alhazred."\n\n"Now, I can only comment based on what my mother told me, and what I have heard from the locals, but it is my understanding that Zodak was //not// a likable man. He was broody, angry and violent. From my understanding he sired half this town, though the only one with the courage to admit their child was his, or perhaps dumb enough, was Nishi Morichi, who was working as a serving girl at the Barmaid's Daughter," He takes a little sip of his tea, "Though it went by a different name back then.\n\nWaving his hand dismissively again, "She bore him a son, and when he died, that son claimed his father's estate, or what remained of it at that time. He however did not take the Aljazred name. From my understanding, he was every bit as unpleasant as his father was."\n\nHe begins to raise his teacup to his lips again, but then pauses to look into the cup, "Bother," He mumbles, sitting the cup down and refilling it. He leaves the cup sitting on the little table between you.\n\n"Is there anything specific I can shed a little light upon?" He asks.\n\nI think for a few seconds, then shake my head. <<if $Madness gte 3>>Part of me wants to ask more about his family history, the voice whispering in the back of my mind urging me to do exactly that, even though I am unable to understand //her// words.<<endif>>\n\nHe starts talking again, this time focused on his mother, telling a few short stories about his childhood before conversaion drifts off.\n\nI find it a little odd that he would not speak about his daughter.\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter is 0>><<set $MorichiDaughter to 1>><</if>><<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 8>>"Can you tell me about your family?" You ask.\n\nI can see Mr Morichi's expression tighten a little bit. He takes a long sip of his tea, then sits the cup down, "Be careful how you ask a man a question like that," Mr Morichi's tone is carefully even, "But I'll forgive your misstep," His eyes turn out the window when continues, "Truly unpleasant as much of my family history is, I'll speak of it this once in the name of budding friendship," He glances at me only long enough to utter a question before turning his gaze back towards the ocean, "Are you looking for specifics about my family, or is this a simple blanket inquiry?"\n\n"Just a general question. Curiosity mostly."\n\nMe Morichi nods slowly, "It would seem that my family line will end with the death of my daughter." <<if $Madness gte 2>>In the back of my mind, a soft whisper becomes a momentary giggle.<<endif>>\n\nBefore I can insert a question, he raises a single finger towrds me to silence me, "My daughter is locked away in this mansion because she is a danger to herself, and the family line is sure to end with her because she is barren."\n\nI find myself leaning towards Mr Morichi, curious.\n\n"She is a hermaphrodite, and has proven unable to conceive. And to my shame, the only child I have ever sired is her," Reaching out, he takes hold of his tea cup, sipping lightly at the bitter fluid within.\n\n"But perhaps this is too much to burden a near stranger with?" He does not wait for any reply from me before continuing.\n\n"My father was a sailor, he died when his ship was lost at sea before I was born. My mother, God rest her soul, raised me with the aid of the mansion staff. Perhaps her greatest sin was that she loved me. She sheltered and coddled me as a child, protecting me from the dangers of the world, both real and perceived," Another sip of his tea, then he lowers it to cradle the cup at chest height, "My only friends were the house staff, and it became difficult for me to associate with the common people of Wanton Cove. I became an outcast."\n\nA sudden smile blossoms on his face, "Forgive me, you ask about my family, and I begin sharing my personal woes instead."\n\nWaving one hand dismissively, "The only two people in my family that I ever knew was my mother, and my daughter, so it is difficult for me to give much real insight into my family tree. However when people ask about my family, they are typically only insterested in Zodak Alhazred."\n\n"Now, I can only comment based on what my mother told me, and what I have heard from the locals, but it is my understanding that Zodak was //not// a likable man. He was broody, angry and violent. From my understanding he sired half this town, though the only one with the courage to admit their child was his, or perhaps dumb enough, was Nishi Morichi, who was working as a serving girl at the Barmaid's Daughter," He takes a little sip of his tea, "Though it went by a different name back then.\n\nWaving his hand dismissively again, "She bore him a son, and when he died, that son claimed his father's estate, or what remained of it at that time. He however did not take the Aljazred name. From my understanding, he was every bit as unpleasant as his father was."\n\nHe begins to raise his teacup to his lips again, but then pauses to look into the cup, "Bother," He mumbles, sitting the cup down and refilling it. He leaves the cup sitting on the little table between you.\n\n"Is there anything specific I can shed a little light upon?" He asks.\n\nI think for a few seconds, then shake my head. <<if $Madness gte 3>>Part of me wants to ask more about his family history, the voice whispering in the back of my mind urging me to do exactly that, even though I am unable to understand //her// words.<<endif>>\n\nHe starts talking again, this time focused on his mother, telling a few short stories about his childhood before conversaion drifts off.\n\nI find it a little odd that he would not speak about his daughter.\n\n<<if $MorichiDaughter is 0>><<set $MorichiDaughter to 1>><</if>><<else>>"Tell me about your family," I try to strike up conversation.\n\n"No," Mr Morichi says flatly.\n\nSurprised at the answer, I look at him, half expecting to see a little smirk on his face, but the expression I see is one of thinly veiled anger.\n\nBefore I can try defusing the situation, Mr Morichi adds, "My family is filled with unpleasantness, and most of what I know is mere hearsay anyway. I would rather not speak of it. <<if $Madness gte 3>>The suddenness with which the voice whispering in the back of my mind silences is startling. I barely stop myself from gasping as it happens. A few seconds later, the sound begins to return, like a creeping thing creeping from its hiding place to lurk within the darkest shadows of my mind.<<endif>>\n\nI nod, though he is not looking my direction. Considering my options, I realize it might be best to change the subject.\n\n<</if>>[[Ask Mr Morichi about his tea.]]\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the history of Wanton Cove.]]<<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the Ruins.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about Mr Morichi's daughter.]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $MotherTalk is "Not Played">>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about Azumi's Mother.]]<</if>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Anne">>\n[[Confront him about Azumi's who Azumi's mother is.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Talk to Mr Morichi about Pastor Erkon.|Morichi Pastor]]<</if>><<if $PastorBook is "Taken">>\n[[Ask about the book from the Church basement.|Morichi Book]]<</if>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>\n[[Ask Mr Morichi about the image of Azumi in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\n\n[[Taking my leave, I exit the mansion.|Bluff]]

<<if $WhoreEnd gte 10>>There's no foreplay, only a raw need from the man, but that's ok with me because I feel the same way. I don't care who he is, all I care about is his cock and the pleasure it is about to bring me. \n\nHe shoves me over the table he is sitting at. One of his hands grabs my ass roughly, but I only moan, my pussy gushing fluid at the thought of what is about to come. \n\nMy pants are pulled down roughly, exposing my ass to the cool air of the room. I shiver, but it has little to do with the chill. \n\nWith a kick to my ankle, the man spreads my legs. I can feel the air caress the moisture along my slit.\n\n"Fuck me," My wanton moan fills the air, pleading for him to take me.\n\nHe obliges. His hard cock touches the inside of my thigh, then presses against my slit. He doesn't even have to wait for me to get wet, I can feel my juices running down my thigh already. He pushes forward, the head of his cock parts my folds but misses my hole. I moan like a common whore as I reach between my legs and try to guide him inside. When he thrusts forward a second time, his cock finds it's goal and he slides inside with a single thrust that leaves him balls deep inside of me.\n\nI move my hips, savoring the feeling of being so full while at the same time begging him for more.\n\nHe sets a fast pace, his hips thrusting forward hard enough to push me a little further up the table each time. If he wasn't holding my hips so firmly, he'd fuck me right across the Barmaid's Daughter. \n\nThere's no doubt that he cares nothing for me other than the pleasure he can find in the depths of my vagina. But I no longer care, he's welcome to use me in any way he wants. Nothing matters to me other than the intense sense of fulfillment I feel right now.\n\nHis pace continues to increase in speed, every thrust coming just a little quicker than the last. The wet sounds of his hips meeting mine fills the air.\n\nOne second to the next his pace becomes irregular, his panting filling the air as he nears orgasm.\n\nI can feel the man's cock throb inside of my greedy cunt. Feeling the warm quivering flesh inside of me is bliss, but when he begins to spill his hot sticky seed inside of my depths I nearly loose my mind to the pleasure.\n\nPanting, I can feel my entire body shaking with an orgasm that never seems to end. //Why would I ever want this to end?// I think. Somewhere in the back of my mind something tries to push back against the idea, but I no longer care. Deep down in the core of my being, I know I am lost, that I no longer want anything more than I want to have my body used to bring other people pleasure.\n\nA feminine whimper leaves my lips when I feel his cock slip free of my hole. My body craves for it's return even though I know the man is spent for the time being. \n\nEven so, I drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his cum slick cock in the hopes of coaxing him back to life. The man chuckles at my efforts, then pushes me away like he's discarding something he has no further use of. "Don't worry whore, someone will be by to give you what you need soon enough."\n\nStanding up once he is gone, I can feel the man's cum running down the inside of my thigh. \n\n[[Continue.|Whore End Conclusion]]<<else>><<if $WhoreEnd gte 1>>I do nothing but watch as the man unfastens his pants and fishes his cock out, "Come sit in my lap," He says gruffly.\n\nWithout stopping to think about it, I begin to do what I was told, turning and preparing to sit in his lap before he catches my hips and prevents me from sitting, "Not like that you stupid whore," His words sober me and I prepare to offer protest. Before I can speak however he yanks hard, pulling my pants down to my knees in a single motion then pulls me in to his lap.\n\nI freeze up where I am, my heart racing with a thrill as I feel his hot rod of flesh press against my ass.\n\nThe moment my pants fall further, pooling around my ankles, I instinctively part my legs so I am straddling his lap with my back to him. I reach down with one hand, cupping my feminine sex and pressing against it. I can feel how wet I am against my fingers, and even the simple act of cupping my sensitive vagina is enough to fill me with a lustful glow. \n\nWhen the man lifts me up slightly, I feel him move his cock so it rests between my thighs. The hand I am cupping my vagina with quickly grabs it, pulling it up tight against my sex. \n\nHis penis feels like a hot rod against my most intimate place. I rock my hips, feeling his shaft slide along my vulva in the most delightful of ways, My whole body trembles with pleasure at the sensations going through my body.\n\nI continue to rock my hips, enjoying the feel of his cock gliding along my slit. A small tremor goes through me every time the tip of his cock hits my clit or brushes across my opening.\n\nWhen I push forward, I can feel the man shift his hips. The tip of his cock catches at my opening but does not quite enter me. It's not even a conscious thought on my part, my body responds of it's own accord. My fingers press him against my aching, empty sex, and the next time I rock my hips back I feel him enter me.\n\nMy wanton moan fills the air around me, though I am so lost in pleasure that the people watching me are the furthest thing from my mind at the moment. \n\nThe man's length slides into me with no resistance, my slick love channel welcoming his intrusion with an orgasm that makes my walls massage his length. \n\nHis own moan is accompanied by his entire body tensing. I instinctively know that he is trying to hold off his orgasm. Not wanting the moment to end, I allow him a few seconds to regain some small measure of control before starting to move. \n\nHe reaches up, his hands sliding under my shirt to cup and squeeze my bare breasts, pinching and tweaking my sensitive nipples.\n\nI lean back into him, lost in the moment as I savor the feeling of his hands on my flesh, his manhood quivering inside of me. \n\nMy hips begin to move faster, rocking back and forth as if trying to feel his cock inside of me from every possible angle at once.\n\nThe man groans, I have just enough time to think he must be getting close before a powerful orgasm rocks my body. \n\nNot for the first time, I wonder if I am capable of getting pregnant now that I have a female body. I may not have an answer to that question, but my body responds to the thought anyway. My hips press down hard, feeling the tip of his cock nestle at my cervix as I feel his member throb, "Cum inside of me," I whimper, my feminine voice sounding loud in my own ears. \n\nMy words are all the encouragement the man needs, holding both of my hips in his hands, he pulls me down as hard as he can against his lap. I can feel him tense beneath me, his hips bucking as a blast of liquid warmth fills my core, reaching deeper inside of me than his cock can reach.\n\nFor several minutes, both of us just sit there, his cock acting as a natural plug that keeps his cum inside of me. The whole while my pussy will occasionally experience a tremor, a small orgasm like an aftershock going through me. \n\nEventually however, I feel him soften enough that he begins to slide out of me. I try to rock my hips in the hope that I can coax his manhood back to life, but he is spent.\n\nI'm surprised when the man pushes me out of his lap. My legs are weak enough that I nearly fall. I spin back toward him, prepared to be angry.\n\nHe hasn't even bothered to put his cock back into his pants yet, instead he is fishing money out of his pocket and throwing a few dollars on the table, "Lets do this again some time," He says, tossing a few bills on the table.\n\nFeeling the man's cum trickling down the inside of my thigh as it leaks from my pussy, I hold back my retort. Instead I snatch the money from the table and start to pull my pants back up.\n\nI try desperately to ignore the man's grin as he watches me fumble with my pants while not dropping the money.\n\nOnce my pants are back in place, the money is shoved unceremoniously into my pocket.<<else>>I offer no resistance as the man turns me around and bends me over the nearest table. A moment of panic goes through me as I hear his belt come free, realizing that in the short time since I arrived in Wanton Cove I have somehow reduced myself to little more than a common whore.\n\nWith a rough tug, he pulls my pants down past my hips then slaps my ass hard enough to draw the attention of half the people in the tavern. \n\n<<if $Depravity gte 8>>The thought of all of these people watching me be fucked makes my pussy gush with fluid. My eyes wander the people watching me, part of me hoping that when the man moving in to position behind me is finished, that another, or even all of them, might take a turn as well.\n\n//I'm a whore now, and I don't care that everyone knows it.// I know that the thought should trouble me far more than it does.<<else>>My heart races as I look away from all of the people watching me. Part of me is ashamed at what I am doing, but the way that the juices flow from my pussy in anticipation of what is about to come makes it abundantly clear that there's at least one part of me that is pleased by this turn of events.\n\n//I'm a whore now,// The thought bothers me, but nowhere near as much as I think it should.<</if>>\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<else>>It only takes the man a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>A wanton moan fills the air as he starts with a few slow thrusts, then builds into a steady rhythm. The wet sounds of him slamming deep into my sopping wet pussy fills the room. \n\nI moan like the whore I am, the pleasure I am experiencing is the only thing I can focus on, the fact that I'm in a room full of onlookers is completely forgotten as I begin to thrust back against the stranger's cock that is piercing my most intimate place.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>//Just moments ago I was a virgin,// The one thought drifts through my arousal. Mentally I try to grasp that thought, knowing that it's somehow important. But the thought proves elusive. \n\nOne thrust to the next my mind is lost to the pleasure, moaning and howling in lust as the man fucks me, //I never want this feeling to end.// \n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>I allow myself to be overwhelmed by the pleasure, //I never want this feeling to end.// My moans and lustful howls fill the room.\n\n<</if>>When I begin to cum, my legs start to tremble. If I wasn't bent over the table the way I am, I'd never have stayed upright. \n\nI can feel my pussy quivering around the stranger's invading rod, //Can I get pregnant?// The thought races through my mind out of nowhere, instantly sobering my mind.\n\nIn that same instant I can feel the man's cock swell and throb inside of me. He shoves deep as his shaft pulsates. Each pulse fills my depths with more and more liquid warmth. \n\nMy body betrays me, I can feel another orgasm crash over me, my pussy rippling as it tries to milk his seed directly in to my womb.\n\nWhen the man withdraws, I can feel a trickle of his seed leaking out of my freshly used hole. Even so, I just lay there, my body trembling with small orgasms like aftershocks from an earthquake. \n\n"You've got a really nice pussy for a whore," The man says lightly, tossing a few bucks on the table right beside my face.\n\nMy eyes focus enough to read the denomination, //I just sold my body for five bucks,// I'm too busy basking in the afterglow of the experience to even feel ashamed.\n\nWhen I am sure my legs will hold me again, I sit up, stumbling half a step from the table before catching myself. I try to ignore the eyes on me, the grinning faces, as I focus on pulling my pants back in place. \n\n//I wonder why every woman doesn't do this?// I think, already feeling my cunt aching to be filled again. Reaching out, I quickly snatch the money from the table and stuff it in my pocket.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<set $Money += 5>><<set $Taint += 1>><<set $WhoreEnd += 1>><</if>>

"Why did you slap me like that?" I ask, a little more heat in my tone than I had intended.\n\nTanya seems to flinch back slightly at my anger, then meets my gaze. I can see her own anger looking back at me, "Not willing to listen to reason," She hisses, then adds in a playful tone that others around the Barmaid's Daughter can likely hear, "If you want to play with me, you have to pay me."\n\nShe bites her lips seductively, giving me a smile that does not quite touch her eyes.\n\n<<if $Tom2 is "Not Played">><<if $Day gte 3>>[[There seems to be a lot more ladies in town than men. Why is that?]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[That's all for now.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<</if>><<if $Tom2 is "Played">>[[Taht's all for now.|The Barmaids Daughter][set $Tom2 to "Duncel"]] <</if>><<if $Tom2 is "Duncel">><<if $Day gte 3>>[[There seems to be a lot more ladies in town than men. Why is that?]]\n\n<</if>>or\n\n[[That's all for now.|The Barmaids Daughter]] <</if>>

[[return|$return]]\n\nZodak Alhazred was something of an enigma. Nothing is known about our town's founder before he came to this place.\n\nOf middle eastern descent, he was by historical accounts a tall and slim man, bordering on skeletal. Rumor has it that he sired half the children in Wanton Cove in its first years.\n\nNo one knows what his selection process was for the original settlers of this island, but it is said that the original settlers were paid in gold to come here and start a life in this place. Some of the descendants of the original settlers still own bits of gold that they claim were part of that payment.\n\nZodak Alhazred was known to have a brooding, and intense disposition, prone to bouts of anger that quickly subsided. \n\nHe built his own home on the bluff outside the town of Wanton Cove. A decade later, part of the bluff collapsed, sliding into the sea. Zodak Alhazred, nor his home, was ever seen again. \n\nHis only known son, a bastard sired with a young girl who lived on the island at that time, spent his life following in his father's footsteps, orchestrating the growth of the fledgling town before he was fully a man. Towards the middle of his life, he commissioned the construction of a grand mansion in his father's memory on the bluff. The mansion still stands to this day.\n\n[[Return to Table of Contents.|Wanton Cove History Book]]\n\n[[return|$return]]

I can hear the rain coming down again, harder than usual this time. From the roof, I can hear the roar of large drops of rain pummeling the roof of the building.\n\nGlancing out a window, I can see the rain, falling so hard that I can barely see out the window.\n\nI can't help but be a little [[thankful to not be outside right now.|Your room.]]

If it wasn't for the danger I know lurks within these ruins, I would marvel at the strange beauty of the buildings. I'd be transfixed by the colors reflected by the smooth surfaces. \n\nInstead the memory of the tentacled thing is first and foremost on my mind. \n\nAlert to possible dangers, I begin to walk down the stone road. Most of the road looks to be made of simple stone, but occasionally I can see a stone that reflects the light the same way most of the buildings do. \n\nAll around me the buildings that make up the ruins can be seen. Many of them are overgrown with vines, moss and even trees while others stand in almost pristine beauty. The smallest buildings seem to rest at the edge of the ruins, while the buildings become larger, many of which pierce the canopy of the forest, the further into the forgotten city I go.\n\n<<ruinslink "Search the Ruins.">>\n\n[[Leave the Ruins.|Turn back toward Vick's place.]]\n

Nearing the waterfront, I look out over the water<<if $Day gte 5>> through the rain<<endif>>.\n\nJust past the cove, I see a fishing boat sailing past Wanton Cove, seagulls cawing and flying around the ship as it glides through the water.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

"Ch'yar ul'nyar shaggornyth!" The voice screams from within the padded white room, "Bu'anh goka illi hrii, shogg nog ench'h Zal'Chaas."\n\n"What language is that?" The nurse asks.\n\n"We aren't sure. At first we thought it was just gibberish, but there's a pattern to it. It may be something his broken mind created, or it might be something else," The doctor shrugs, "The important thing here is that our John Doe is dangerous and this door is never opened without at least two other people present to help restrain him. Understood?"\n\nThe nurse nods in understanding, "Yes sir."\n\n"Hlirgh! Gu uch wenn'ah ya wgah'n goy fuu! Throd vurdgla Zal'chaas!\n\nThrough the small slot in the door, a figure can be seen, secured in a straight jacket, rocking violently against the far wall. The nurse raises up on her tip toes to look through the slot one last time before stepping back.\n\n[img[images/Madness End.png]]\n\n"Now, you should know that this is his more docile state," The doctor begins.\n\nTHe nurse looks at him in disbelief, "This is docile? Can't he be medicated to make him calmer?"\n\n"He's heavily medicated right now, as a matter of fact, the dosage he is on would be enough to drop any other person I know of that we've treated here," The doctor pauses for a second, "Though he still has frequent episodes."\n\nReaching up, the doctor slides the little window in the door closed. Almost instantly, the lights in the hallway flicker, then go out for a couple of seconds before coming back on. Then, as if to emphasize his earlier comment, there's a scream from inside the room followed by the sound of movement. A couple of seconds later, something slams against the room's door.\n\n"Every time," The doctor muses, "Lights flicker and the theatrics start. Screaming, slamming into the door, that kind of thing."\n\n"The lights flicker often?" The nurse inquires.\n\n"Ironically, it started right about the time our John Doe arrived," He then starts walking again, the nurse falling in step with him, "I'll contact maintenence again, you'd think that after being here three times this week already, they'd have that short fixed."\n\nTHE END

<<set $random to random(1,4)>>The moment that my boot touches the bottom step of her deck, I see a very faint smile touch her lips. Though what is most startling about that smile is the fact that it appears real. \n\nIt is gone almost as quickly as it appeared.\n\n//Why do I feel like an animal being led to the slaughter.// I think as she turns to open the door to her house, motioning me inside.\n\n[[I step inside.|Anne Interior]]\n

The tentacled thing twitches and writhes on the ground, tentacles flailing about it as it thrashes about.\n\nI find myself transfixed at the sight of it, the skin darkening significantly as it finally grows still. The tentacles shrivel, curling in on themselves as they become thin and stiff. The eyes loose their shape, running from their sockets in the form of yellow white slime. All the while the thick lips pull back little by little to reveal sharp yellow beaks with serrated edges.\n\nWhen the sickly scent of rot hits my nostrils I take an involuntary step back, covering my face in an ill fated attempt to ward off the stench.\n\nI take several more steps back and the tentacled thing's body collapses in on itself until it is little more than a mass of brownish goo with spots of white and yellow.\n\nNot wanting to be anywhere near the dead thing or the foul odor it is creating, I move away from the creature, or rather what remains of it.\n\n\n[[Continue.|Continue into the ruins.]]<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>>

<<if $WhoreEnd gte 10>>There's no foreplay, only a raw need from the man, but that's ok with me because I feel the same way. I don't care who he is, all I care about is his cock and the pleasure it is about to bring me. \n\nHe shoves me over the table he is sitting at. One of his hands grabs my ass roughly, but I only moan, my pussy gushing fluid at the thought of what is about to come. \n\nMy pants are pulled down roughly, exposing my ass to the cool air of the room. I shiver, but it has little to do with the chill. \n\nWith a kick to my ankle, the man spreads my legs. I can feel the air caress the moisture along my slit.\n\n"Fuck me," My wanton moan fills the air, pleading for him to take me.\n\nHe obliges. His hard cock touches the inside of my thigh, then presses against my slit. He doesn't even have to wait for me to get wet, I can feel my juices running down my thigh already. He pushes forward, the head of his cock parts my folds but misses my hole. I moan like a common whore as I reach between my legs and try to guide him inside. When he thrusts forward a second time, his cock finds it's goal and he slides inside with a single thrust that leaves him balls deep inside of me.\n\nI move my hips, savoring the feeling of being so full while at the same time begging him for more.\n\nHe sets a fast pace, his hips thrusting forward hard enough to push me a little further up the table each time. If he wasn't holding my hips so firmly, he'd fuck me right across the Barmaid's Daughter. \n\nThere's no doubt that he cares nothing for me other than the pleasure he can find in the depths of my vagina. But I no longer care, he's welcome to use me in any way he wants. Nothing matters to me other than the intense sense of fulfillment I feel right now.\n\nHis pace continues to increase in speed, every thrust coming just a little quicker than the last. The wet sounds of his hips meeting mine fills the air.\n\nOne second to the next his pace becomes irregular, his panting filling the air as he nears orgasm.\n\nI can feel the man's cock throb inside of my greedy cunt. Feeling the warm quivering flesh inside of me is bliss, but when he begins to spill his hot sticky seed inside of my depths I nearly loose my mind to the pleasure.\n\nPanting, I can feel my entire body shaking with an orgasm that never seems to end. //Why would I ever want this to end?// I think. Somewhere in the back of my mind something tries to push back against the idea, but I no longer care. Deep down in the core of my being, I know I am lost, that I no longer want anything more than I want to have my body used to bring other people pleasure.\n\nA feminine whimper leaves my lips when I feel his cock slip free of my hole. My body craves for it's return even though I know the man is spent for the time being. \n\nEven so, I drop to my knees and wrap my lips around his cum slick cock in the hopes of coaxing him back to life. The man chuckles at my efforts, then pushes me away like he's discarding something he has no further use of. "Don't worry whore, someone will be by to give you what you need soon enough."\n\nStanding up once he is gone, I can feel the man's cum running down the inside of my thigh. \n\n[[Continue.|Whore End Conclusion]]<<else>><<if $WhoreEnd gte 1>>I take a hesitant step toward the man. He smiles faintly, one hand resting over his crotch protectively.\n\n"How about you come over here for a moment," He says, removing his hand, "You've got pretty lips, I bet they'd look fantastic wrapped around my cock."\n\n<<if $Depravity gte 9>>A thrill goes through me at his words, I know they're degrading but at the same time it makes my entire body quiver with need.\n\nMy eyes drift to the bulge in his pants, unable to force my gaze away. I swallow hard, then sink to my knees before the man.\n\n<<elseif $Depravity gte 7>>The man's words give me pause, but it only lasts for a split second. \n\nMy eyes drift to the bulge in his pants, unable to force my gaze away. I swallow hard, then sink to my knees before the stranger.\n\n<<else>>The man's words give me more than a little pause, enough so that I take a half step back from him.\n\nHe chuckles, "For shame, don't let my crass words offend you."\n\nHis words hold no apology, but they still somehow put me just a little bit at ease.\n\nI allow myself to sink to my knees before this stranger, my eyes fixated on the bulge in his trousers.\n\n<</if>>Reaching out, I slowly begin to unbuckle his pants, then they come free I see his cock spring forth. For a second, I simply marvel at the sight, looking at how hard it is, veins sticking out along the shaft as it seems to strain for attention.\n\nI lick my lips, anticipating what is to come. Leaning forward, I kiss the tip. I can feel just a little bit of his salty precum stick to my lips as I do so. \n\nMy eyes lift to his of their own accord. He smiles down at me, then takes hold of a fist full of my hair before guiding my mouth back to his rigid member. \n\nHis bulbous cockhead slips past my lips. I accept what is happening, my tongue gliding along his shaft as I take more of him into my mouth. I meet his eyes one more time, then let my head bob up and down in a slow rhythm. Taking my time, I begin to enjoy what I am doing, allowing myself to be lost in the moment.\n\nFor several minutes I work his tool until I feel him force my head down. His cock throbs in my mouth, his first blast of cum hitting me in the back of my throat hard enough to make me jerk back. The result is that the second blast of cum strikes me full in the face.\n\nAfter the third and fourth stream of cum hit the ground between my knees, I look back at the man. He doesn't even look back at me, he's busy stuffing his softening cock back into his pants.\n\nWhen the man sees me looking, he reaches into his pocket and and produces a small wad of cash.\n\nReaching up with one hand, I wipe the bulk of the mess from my face before grabbing the money with my still clean hand.\n\nWhen I finally turn my attention back to where the man was sitting, I discover that he has already left.\n\n<<else>>I offer no resistance as the man turns me around and bends me over the nearest table. A moment of panic goes through me as I hear his belt come free, realizing that in the short time since I arrived in Wanton Cove I have somehow reduced myself to little more than a common whore.\n\nWith a rough tug, he pulls my pants down past my hips then slaps my ass hard enough to draw the attention of half the people in the tavern. \n\n<<if $Depravity gte 8>>The thought of all of these people watching me be fucked makes my pussy gush with fluid. My eyes wander the people watching me, part of me hoping that when the man moving in to position behind me is finished, that another, or even all of them, might take a turn as well.\n\n//I'm a whore now, and I don't care that everyone knows it.// I know that the thought should trouble me far more than it does.<<else>>My heart races as I look away from all of the people watching me. Part of me is ashamed at what I am doing, but the way that the juices flow from my pussy in anticipation of what is about to come makes it abundantly clear that there's at least one part of me that is pleased by this turn of events.\n\n//I'm a whore now,// The thought bothers me, but nowhere near as much as I think it should.<</if>>\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as his cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of his cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I'm unsure if its in anticipation, fear, or a little of both. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as he settles balls deep inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, he holds himself deep inside me before he pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds he's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\n<<else>>It only takes the man a moment to line himself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, he presses forward, his cock sliding slowly into my pussy. \n\nThe man pulls back, then thrusts forward as he begins to fuck me.\n\n<</if>>A wanton moan fills the air as he starts with a few slow thrusts, then builds into a steady rhythm. The wet sounds of him slamming deep into my sopping wet pussy fills the room. \n\nI moan like the whore I am, the pleasure I am experiencing is the only thing I can focus on, the fact that I'm in a room full of onlookers is completely forgotten as I begin to thrust back against the stranger's cock that is piercing my most intimate place.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>//Just moments ago I was a virgin,// The one thought drifts through my arousal. Mentally I try to grasp that thought, knowing that it's somehow important. But the thought proves elusive. \n\nOne thrust to the next my mind is lost to the pleasure, moaning and howling in lust as the man fucks me, //I never want this feeling to end.// \n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>I allow myself to be overwhelmed by the pleasure, //I never want this feeling to end.// My moans and lustful howls fill the room.\n\n<</if>>When I begin to cum, my legs start to tremble. If I wasn't bent over the table the way I am, I'd never have stayed upright. \n\nI can feel my pussy quivering around the stranger's invading rod, //Can I get pregnant?// The thought races through my mind out of nowhere, instantly sobering my mind.\n\nIn that same instant I can feel the man's cock swell and throb inside of me. He shoves deep as his shaft pulsates. Each pulse fills my depths with more and more liquid warmth. \n\nMy body betrays me, I can feel another orgasm crash over me, my pussy rippling as it tries to milk his seed directly in to my womb.\n\nWhen the man withdraws, I can feel a trickle of his seed leaking out of my freshly used hole. Even so, I just lay there, my body trembling with small orgasms like aftershocks from an earthquake. \n\n"You've got a really nice pussy for a whore," The man says lightly, tossing a few bucks on the table right beside my face.\n\nMy eyes focus enough to read the denomination, //I just sold my body for five bucks,// I'm too busy basking in the afterglow of the experience to even feel ashamed.\n\nWhen I am sure my legs will hold me again, I sit up, stumbling half a step from the table before catching myself. I try to ignore the eyes on me, the grinning faces, as I focus on pulling my pants back in place. \n\n//I wonder why every woman doesn't do this?// I think, already feeling my cunt aching to be filled again. Reaching out, I quickly snatch the money from the table and stuff it in my pocket.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue.|The Barmaids Daughter]]<<set $Money += 5>><<set $Taint += 1>><<set $WhoreEnd += 1>><</if>>

"You have any idea who she was?" I ask, my gaze shifting towards the body for several seconds before slipping back to Aaron.\n\n"Not a clue," Aaron says, his own gaze flickering towards the Barmaid's Daughter once more, "And Wanton Cove is a fairly small community, so I know everyone."\n\n"In that case, you don't know where she might have come from, do you?" I follow up on the first question, my tone curious.\n\nAaron grimaces, his eyes moving about as if searching for an answer, "I don't know, the currents around these parts can be tricky. We get things washed up on shore from all kinds of places."\n\nSighing inwardly, I change the subject.\n\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?]]<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?]]<</if>><<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?]]<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?]]<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?]]<</if>><<if $B1Water is "Played">>\n[[Any idea how long she might have been in the water?]]<</if>>\nor\n[[I'm done talking to Aaron.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]

My footsteps echo softly between the nearby buildings<<if $Day gte 5>> over the sound of the rain<</if>> as I walk down the street. \n\nAbsently, I step around a puddle that looks deeper than most.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|the waterfront]]

Virgin status restored! Never defiled by a man or beast! Just ignore all those vivid, but obviously false, memories!\n\n[[return|$return]]\n<<set $Cherry = "True">>

<<if $Day gte 5>>Rain thunders down around me, so heavy that it obscures my vision. \n\nI try to look through the heavy dulge of rain, but I'm barely able to even make out the shapes of buildings around me.\n\n[[Continue through the rain.|Run down part of town.]] <<else>>The moisture in the air is so thick that it makes the air actually smell //wet//. \n\nI take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the cool, damp air.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|Run down part of town.]]<</if>>

One Week Later\n\nSitting at the desk, I turn another page in the old leatherbound tome, . . . not the same one I had found in the basement of the old Church, but one every bit as horrible in its own way.\n\nSeveral similar books are stacked to one side of the desk.\n\nI sigh heavily, tired in a way that lack of sleep could never account for. Rubbing my eyes, I glance toward the bed where Azumi is sleeping, //At least she can sleep now, I thought the screaming would never stop for her. I hope that the nightmares pass as well.//\n\nOver the last week, her body had healed from the terrible ritual in that //other// place. But something inside of her had changed. Paranoia, fear, and nightmares now made up her world, punctuated by an aggressive sexual need.\n\nNaked on the covers, her wounds are scabbed in places, but mostly the patterns are clear across her skin, painted in the deep red of fresh scars.\n\nThe soft sound of the door unlocking shifts my attention. When the door swings open, Mr Morichi steps inside holding a tray that contains a pot of tea, a bowl of sugar, and two small ornate teacups. I quickly stand to take the tray from him. By the time I have sat the tray on an empty bit of desk, he's closed the door behind himself.\n\nI catch him looking at his daughter, the look on his face bordering on despair, "How has she been?" He asks softly, not bothering to look my way.\n\n"Unchanged, she had another nightmare a little while ago, but I held her for a little bit and she went back to sleep."\n\nMr Morichi offers a shallow nod of acknowledgment, then turns his attention to me.\n\n"How about you, how are you holding up?" He makes his way to the desk, glancing at the open book I had just been trying to decipher, then pouring two cups of tea. He spoons a single large spoon full of sugar into one and stirs it before handing the cup to me.\n\n"Thank you," I say before raising the cup to my lips. The bitter fluid makes me grimace, but I take a second sip before sitting the cup down.\n\n"Are you making any progress?" He gestures at the open book.\n\nAzumi cries out, just shy of a scream from across the room before I can reply. I rush to her side, Mr Morichi only a couple of steps behind me. \n\nShe stares at me for one horrible moment before she realizes who I am. "<<print $PlayerName>>," She throws her arms around me, holding me so tight it makes my ribs ache, "Please don't let her take me, she's coming for me, she needs me, please don't let her have me," Azumi mumbles into my ear, the words continuing to tumble from her lips in a nearly unending stream.\n\nI start to become aware of how close Mr Morichi is standing to us. I turn my head to look at him. His expression is torn, clearly unsure if he wants to become part of our little moment or if he just wants to watch, "Azumi, my precious daughter, we are here for you," There's a sadness in his voice.\n\nAzumi turns slightly in my arms, looking up at her father, "Daddy?" She makes it sound uncertain, as if she's unsure she is really seeing him.\n\nMr Morichi takes a step closer, then reaches out with one hand to cup her cheek, "Yes Azumi," He offers a weak smile.\n\nThe first hint of a smile touches her lips before her expression shifts to horror. She shoves away from he with so much force she knocks me from the bed as she screams. I follow her gaze to the empty place in the room that seems to have captivated her attention, then back to her.\n\nOn the bed, she is curled up into a ball, her legs pressed tightly to her chest as she trembles.\n\nI hesitate when I see that her scars are glowing again, "She wants out, she needs out, she needs to use me," Her screams become more shrill with each passing word, "The Harbinger must come!"\n\nReaching the bed once more, I put my arms around her, holding her tightly while trying to ignore the otherworldly glow coming from her scars.\n\nWhen she speaks again, her voice is off, eerie in a way that makes my skin crawl, "This is all your fault father," She speaks the words I've heard at least a dozen times since bringing her bleeding and unconscious to the mansion just over a week ago. \n\nOne second, she is tense and trembling in my arms, in the next, her eyes roll back in her head and she goes limp.\n\nWith exaggerated care, I lay her down on her bed, pulling her blankets over her even though I know she will just kick them off in a few minutes anyway.\n\nOnce I am sure she is asleep and resting soundly, I turn to Mr Morichi, "I think its past time you tell me why she keeps blaming you for all of this."\n\nGetting up from the bed, I walk to the window, glancing out across Wanton Cove. Not for the first time, I can see someone standing just off to the side, watching the mansion from the tree line. \n\nI quickly step back from the window and glance at Mr Morichi.\n\nWhen our gazes lock, he sighs, looking away first, "You are right of course," There's a defeated tone to his voice, "Azumi blames me for her condition, and hates that I keep her confined," For a second, you think he's going to stop there like he has before, but then he continues, "She's right though, this is all my fault. I was too blind to see what her mother was doing, we created Azumi together. My seed in her corrupt womb. It would not surprise me at all to find her mother behind everything terrible that has happened here in Wanton Cove over the last two decades."\n\nMr Morichi waves a hand dismissively, "But none of that matters now. We have to help my daughter, we have to save her from whatever is happening to her."\n\nReluctantly, you agree that helping Azumi is the most important thing right now, //But that doesn't mean I won't come looking for answers when this is all over,// I glance at Azumi, sleeping peacefully again before replying, "I agree, helping Azumi is the priority right now.\n\nAbsently, I pick up the cup of tea and sip at it again.\n\nAn hour later, both of us are hard at work trying to find anything in the old occult books that may help when I hear a sound from the bed. I glance over my shoulder to see Azumi watching us. One hand stroking her large cock, the scars on her body glowing faintly again.\n\nINTERLUDE\n

The sidebar display should have just subtracted 1 point of Mutation.\n\n[[return|$return]]<<set $Mutation -=1>>

"Whoa," I say, stepping back from them. \n\nThe expression on both girls' faces fall in unison, realizing that I'm looking for an out. \n\nGlancing over my shoulder toward the door, I take a couple of steps toward it.\n\n"Maybe another time," I say quickly.\n\n"Another time," The two say together. \n\nNot wanting to tempt fate by staying any longer, I open the door and make my exit.\n\n[[Leave.|Run down part of town.]]

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I'm barely aware of my jacket being pulled open, of my body being searched. Its not until several minutes later when I can finally breathe again that I start to really become aware of my surroundings again.\n\nSoaked to the bone, my jacket spread wide around me, the rain pummels where I lay on the sodden ground. I barely stifle a cry when I try to sit up. Its only as I pull my jacket around myself that I become aware of the book's absence. My movements are slow and painful as I search my immediate surroundings for my attacker, but she is nowhere to be seen.\n\nWhen I finally get back to my feet, I stumble around for a moment before finding my .38 Special again. Holstering it, I wince in pain at the motion, //Pretty sure I've got a couple of cracked ribs.//<<set $CharHP to 1>><<set $PastorBook to "Gone">>\n\n[[Continue.|Bluff]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>There's lour roar that carries through the air clearly, the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the roofs of nearby buildings. \n\nIts the kind of weather that makes you wish you were somewhere dry, preferably sitting hear a nice warm fire.<<else>>The moisture in the air is so thick that it makes the air actually smell //wet//. \n\nI take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the cool, damp air.<</if>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

<<if $Day gte 5>>There't a lull in the storm, letting the rain fall less violently for a short time. <<else>>Slow and steady, the rain continues to fall as if the clouds hold an endless supply of moisture. <</if>> \n\nAs I walk, I can see where the rain hits the puddles, creating little rings in the water before being swallowed by the ripple created by the next drop to strike the water.\n\nI absently pull my jacket tighter around myself to ward off the worst of the weather.\n\n[[Continue on your way.|Head into the center of town.]]

I can hear <<if $Day gte 5>>heavy<<else>>soft<<endif>> raindrops striking the forest canopy overhead, all around me is the soft whisper of raindrops striking leaves and dripping through the branches over my head.\n\nI glance up at the greenery above, idly taking note of the fact that <<if $Day gte 5>>little<<else>>none<<endif>> of the rain is actually reaching the ground.\n\nSuppressing a soft smile, [[I continue down the path.|Trail]]

With fleshlight in hand, I make my way into the cave deep enough that I can barely see a hint of the light outside. I stop, pausing to listen.\n\nSomewhere in the distance, I can hear a sound, roughly every twelve seconds, "bloit!" that seems to echo through the enormous chamber.\n\nI quickly conclude that the sound is that of dripping water.\n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

Shining my fleshlight upwards, I look at the large stalactites hanging from the celing. Like the random assortment of mismatched teeth from some varnivorous creature, they hang above my head.\n\nI feel terribly uneasy as the thought of this room closing like a giant mouth crosses my mind.\n\nTurning my attention to the rest of the room, I can't help but feel the room is just a little smaller than before.\n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

<<if $Sherwood is "Not Played">>"I don't think we've been properly introduced," I begin, extending a hand in greeting, I'm <<print $PlayerName>>, <<print $PlayerName>> <<print $PlayerName2>>.\n\n"Ms Sherwood," She replies hesitently, her eyes flickering to Aaron so quickly that I'm not sure I really saw it. Her hand shake is limp, like she's scared to touch my hand.\n\nWhen I release her hand, it goes to her red skirt, smoothing it as she nervously fidgets.<<set $Sherwood to "Played">><<else>>"Mind if I ask a few more questions?" I ask Ms Sherwood, hoping to coax a little more information out of her.\n\nShe opens her mouth as if she's going to say something, then she simply nods. <</if>>\n\nAsk about:\n[[You have any idea who she was?|B1A]]\n[[What are you doing out here on the beach today?|B1B]]\n<<if $B1Limp is "Played">>\n[[Anyone go missing who had a limp?|B1C]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Goo is "Played">>\n[[Any idea why there would be White Goo on the body?|B1D]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Sex is "Played">>\n[[Is there anyone in town who would sexually assault someone?|B1E]]\n<</if>><<if $B1Shoulder is "Played">>\n[[Can you think of anyone who might try hurting someone like that?|B1F]]\n<</if>>\n[[If I have any further questions, where can I find you?]]\n\nor\n\n[[I'm done talking to Ms Sherwood.|Investigate the pale shape amongst the rocks.]]<<set $Body1S to "Played">>

<<if $Day gte 5>>Through the heavy rain, I think I can see someone across the park from myself. \n\nIt takes but a moment to realize that shouting would just be swallowed by the storm. Instead, I take a few steps towards the figure shrouded in the downpour, but in the time it takes for me to do so, I can no longer see any sign of them. <<else>>Walking through the park, I notice a single crisp boot print in the muddy ground. \n\nI hesitate, then kneel down for a better look. Even as I inspect the footprint, the soggy ground seems to swallow the details of the print.\n\n//Someone was here recently. Wonder if they were just cutting through the park?//<<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]

When I begin to enter the park, I can see a figure standing within. It's clear that the person is female just from her figure. \n\nI walk close in silence, wondering what she might be doing here.\n\nLike a deep startled, her head snaps up and toward me. I can see her eyes widen slightly when she sees me walking toward her.\n\nI start to raise my hand in greeting, but that seems to be what spurs her to motion. She quickly turns and walks away from me at a brisk pace. \n\nPart of me wants to follow her, but I can think of no good reason to do so. Instead, I stop where I am and watch her go.\n\n[[Continue.|overgrown park]]

<<if $Day gte 5>><<if $Madness gte 3>>I think I hear something as I near the fountain, something deep sounding, like a whisper of somthing truly massive calling up from somewhere deep underground.\n\nWithout stopping to think, I quickly stumble back several paces, half falling in the muddy grass. The heavy smell of rot washes over me, causing me to gag and neary vomit. My stomach heaves, though I thankfully expell nothing.\n\nNearly frozen in fear, I stare at the fountain, waiting for //anything// to happen. Only the heavy rain falling in sheets down onto me is enough to refocus my attention once more.\n\n//The fountain, I wonder what lurks beneath. Is it one of //them// or perhaps a prisoner to what is happening here?//\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>A sudden sound from the fountain draws my attention. \n\nAs I watch, a blackish sludge gurgles up from the top to quickly disperse in the heavy rain falling from the sky.\n\nFor one paniced moment, I think it is a tentacle, reaching through the pipe to grasp me. A cry catches in my throat as I take a half step back, positioning myself to defend myself. A thick heavy smell fills the air, like a giant rotting carcas, but I'm able to resist the urge to gag. \n\nWhen the seconds stretch into minutes, I finally realize that nothing untoward is about to happen. \n\n//Probably.//\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>A deep gurgling sound comes from somewhere nearby, like a half drowned voice.\n\n"Hello?" I call, searching my surroundings. The sound comes again, as if in response to my call. Yelling into the rain a second time, I hear no reply to my repeated cries. After several seconds, I can smell the scent of rot momentarily assails me before beginning to fade again.\n\nUneasy, I watch the area around me closely as I return to what I was doing.\n\n<<else>>//Grgu-ughu,// A sickly sound, like a sucking chest wound momentarily drowns out the sound of the pouring rain.\n\nI look around, at the same time, the sound comes again. I'm able to look just in time to see a jet of gray-black sludge spew from the top of the nearby fountain.\n\nMy lip curls in distaste as the smell of rot reaches me.\n\n<<endif>><<else>>I pause, //something feels off,// I think, wishing that the songbird would quiet so I could focus more on whatever has suddenly put me on edge.\n\nAfter several seconds, I have a sudden realization. The songbird itself is what seems out of place. Looking about, I have the sudden realization that during this lull in the rain, there is not a single crow or seagull call to fill the air with sound.\n\nAs if sensing the same, the songbird falls silent. I look around for the source, but lacking a sound to follow, I am unable to locate the bird.\n\n<<endif>>[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]

At 48 years of age, I've served my country through the end of the great war. Afterwards, I joined the force, spent almost twenty-five years trying to make the streets a safer place. Two of that was spent trying to solve a case that couldn't be solved. I turned in my badge when they told me to file the case away and move on.\n\nI've lived the two years since at the bottom of a bottle.\n\nI was never a particularly large man. Standing at 5' 10" and 180lbs. \n\nMy square jaw perpetually sports about three days' worth of stubble, just a hint of gray near the temples. My brown hair is thick, but cut short.\n\nAbove my beak like nose, my grey eyes are sharp and alert. \n\nI'm not fat, but I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a hint of belly on me, a bit of fat over what was once a well toned body back in my prime.\n\n//Guess all that running in terror I just did wasn't enough to firm it back up again,// The thought seems strange, making me feel as if something bad just happened, and that I may be stepping into the same all over again.\n\nSlipping out of bed, I make my way across my filthy living room toward the kitchen, pull a bottle of beer from the fridge, then open the bottle on my way to the bathroom to take my morning piss.\n\nI toss the bottle in the trash can on my way out of the bathroom.\n\n[[Continue.|Happy End 1]]<<set $CharacterConfirmed to "Not anymore">><<set $Day = 1>>

Entering the shipbuilder's shack, my eyes drift over the seemingly random assortment of wood, tools and machinery that fill the shack's interior. \n\nFollowing the oil lamps that dimly light the interior through the winding path that leads to the back of the shack, it isnt long before I see Phil, engrossed in his work, towards the back of the shop. \n\n"Hello!" I call, giving him some warning that I am coming.\n\nWhen he glances up from his work, his expression changes slightly, <<if $Mutation gte 5>> visibly off put by my recent transformations. It takes him a moment to recover before he continues,<<else>>seeming to lighten his mood,<</if>> "Coming by to visit? Or planning to grill me about your missing friend again?" His voice holds a hint of humor.\n\n[[Mind if I ask you a few questions?|Shipbuilder QA]]\n\n[[Exit the Shipbuilder's Shack.|Go check out the shipbuilder's shack.]]

<<if $Day gte 5>><<if $Madness gte 3>>I can hear //her// whispering in the back of my mind, asousing me with the sound of her voice. The language she speaks to me feels alien, however I feel like I am on the cusp of understanding.\n\nShivering, I begin to mumble to myself, not even noticing that many of the sounds I am making have an eery resemblance to the whispers I am trying to drown out.\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 2>>When I near the fountain, I can hear a soft, feminine voice whisper to me. In bare moments, I realize that the guttral sounds are echoing within my mind and have no place in the material world. \n\nI shiver, my thoughts turning momentarily to //her.//\n\n<<elseif $Madness is 1>>There is a soft whisper that I can hear, barely heard over the sound of faling rain. I tilt my head, listening as I try to figure out where the sound may be coming from. When I ficus on the sound, it seems to fade however, drifting from my grasp.\n\n<<else>>A sudden shiver goes through me as an icy bead of rain finds its way under the collar of my jacket to race down my spine. As soon as it ends its descent, I pull my coat a little tighter around myself in the hopes of repeating the experience.\n\n<<endif>><<else>>A chill wind cuts through the park, buffering my jacket. I try to pull it tighter around myself, shielding myself from the worst of the weather.\n\nLooking around myself, I can see the limp brown grass shift, reppling like a thing alive as the wind passes through it.<<endif>>\n\n[[Continue on your way.|overgrown park]]

<<set $Depravity += 1>><<if $Taint gte 95>>Turning towards Azumi, my lips meet hers. I can hear her moan happily at the contact. \n\nWith a push, I land on my back on her bed. She quickly straddles me, her hands running over my chest through my clothes once, causing a pleasant tingle, befure she roughly shoves my shirt up over my head. \n\nLooking up into her deep brown eyes, I can see raw hunger in her expression. Once my shirt is off, her hands quickly move to my crotch.\n\nI eagerly lift my hips, allowing her to pull my pants down. She climbs off of me just long enough to pull my pants free and toss them on the floor before she pounces on me. Taking hold of both of my legs, she lifts them up into the air, spreading them slightly then draping them over her shoulders. \n\nShe takes her cock in hand, guiding it to my moist slit.\n\n<<if $Cherry is "True">>I tense up as Azumi's cock nudges past the folds of my pussy, beginning to slide inside of my virgin hole. With almost agonizing slowness the crown of her cock begins to slip inside of me. \n\nMy breath catches and I find myself unable to breathe. I tremble with anticipation. \n\nI feel an uncomfortable pressure, not quite pain inside my pussy. And with a nudge, the discomfort becomes a sharp, but brief pain as she settles balls deep inside of me. My eyes bulge at the feeling of her massive cock inside of me.\n\nFor several seconds, she holds herself deep inside me before she pulls back and thrusts again. Within seconds she's begun to slip into a steady rhythm as she begins to fuck me in earnest.\n\nThere's a look of pure euphoria on her face.\n\n<<set $Cherry to "False">><<else>>It only takes the Azumi a moment to line herself up with my aching hole. With a gentle nudge, she presses forward, her cock sliding into my pussy. \n\nShe then pulls back, then thrusts forward as she begins to fuck me. Looking at her face, she looks to be in a state of complete bliss.\n\n<<endif>>Azumi's hips thrust wildly, with no sense of technique, but instead with a raw need. \n\nAll I can do is moan beneath her as she repeatedly plunges into my depths.\n\nSuddenly, she shoves forward, I can feel the crown of her cock press past my cervix to peek inside my new womb just before she starts to tremble on top of me. Her cock bulges inside of me as it throbs, filling my core with a liquid warmth that brings me to orgasm. My cervix spasms, kissing the tip of her cock as it tries to receive more of her seed.\n\nHer expression is affectionate as she pulls back, her still hard penis slipping free of my hole with a wet sound. I look down to see a strand of her cum connecting us as it sags before finally breaking.\n\nA shy smile crosses her lips, then she quickly stands up, turning away from me as she picks up my pants to return them to me.\n\nIt takes me a minute, especially given how distracted I am by the sight of her naked body, her hard cock still glistening with a mix of our fluids, but I finally get dressed again.\n\nWhen I sit back on the bed, she quickly joins me again, clutching at my arm once more and rubbing her face against my shoulder in a gesture that makes me think of a cat.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 75>>I turn towards Azumi, my other arm slipping around her middle to pull her to me. \n\nWith a surprising display of agility, she pivots and lands on my lap, straddling me. A faint smile is obvious on her lips.\n\nI barely have to lean forward to take one of her nipples into my mouth. She moans loudly in delight. After a moment, I move to her other nipple. I can feel her hands encircling my head, grabbing a fist full of hair in each hand as she presses my face into her breasts. By the time she releases me, we're both breathless.\n\nReaching under herself, she unbuckles my pants and shoves them part way down my hips to expose my embarassingly small manhood. She glances down, but shows no sign of dissappointment at the sight. Instead, she lowers herself onto my lap and starts to grind her hips against me. I can feel the tip of my little cock catch at her opening as it slides up and down her slit, but never quite entering her fully. \n\nThe feeling is incredible, and I fall back on the bed, closing my eyes as I simply enjoy the sensation of my little cock gliding along her feminine folds.\n\nIt doesn't take long before I can feel the first signs of an impending orgasm, her own movements quickening as she too grows close. She presses down hard on my groin with the next rock of her hips, and I finally feel my short length slip inside just in time to start cumming. At the same time, I can feel her pussy quivering around me, and as I open my eyes, her cock jerks, sending a thick rope of cum flying through the air, most of which flies right over my head, though a little bit of it catches me across the forehead and one cheek.\n\nFor the next several minutes, I try to catch my breath. All the while she continues to move her hips slowly, seemingly to savor the feel of my little penis inside of her pussy.\n\nEventually, she smiles down at me, a little color creeping into her cheeks, //She runs around naked, and NOW she acts embarrassed?//\n\nShe looks away self consciously, then slips out of my lap to sit on the bed beside me. I can tell from the angle of her head that she is looking at my crotch as I pull my pants back in place.\n\nWhen I finally sit back up, she scoots up beside me, pressing her body against my side again.\n\n<<elseif $Taint gte 40>>As if sensing my thoughts, Azumi stands up quickly, reaching for my pants and pulling them roughly down. The moment my already hard cock comes into view, she smiles broadly, a twinkle in her eye as if she just found some coveted prize. \n\n"Fuck me from behind," She says, excitement clear in her beautiful voice. Without waiting for any response from me, she crawls up onto the bed on her hands and knees before looking over her shoulder at me.\n\nI pause, looking at the view before me. She has a perfect ass, smooth and pale, with a small anus. Below that is a glistening pussy, so wet in fact that I can see a bead of her juices running down the inside of her thighs already. Beneath her pussy is her scrotum, filled with two full testicles, and her big cock dangles hard beneath her, bobbing with every movement she makes.\n\n"Hurry," She says, arousal thick in her voice.\n\nStepping out of my pants, I move onto the bed behind her. My fingers find her pussy, sliding along her velvety folds. She presses back against my fingers, moaning lewdly as she does so. \n\nAfter a few seconds, I replace my fingers with my penis. I barely touch her slit with the tip before she presses back, somehow managing to line herself up perfectly and take me balls deep inside of her with a single swift movement.\n\nHer body trembles, and I realize that the mere act of penetration was enough to make her cum. I waste no time, taking hold of her hips and starting to fuck her. The wet slapping sounds made from our contact fills the room with a steady rhythm. The sound punctuated by her wanton moans.\n\nI can't help but marvel at how tight she feels around me, especially since my manhood has shrunk so much since arriving in Wanton Cove.\n\nNo matter how muck I would like the feeling to continue forever, its not long before I can feel my balls starting to pull tight, my cock swelling slightly as I try to hold back for a few more precious moments. \n\nI can feel her pussy clamp down suddenly, quivering around my length. Suddenly, I couldn't hold back any more if my life depended on it. My cock throbs, firing a blast of my cum into her pussy, a second, third, and even fourth stream flows forth with no sign of slowing. All the while she cries out with her own orgasm, her pussy seemingly intent to milk me dry. My cock twitches again, my balls starting to ache as they give up the last of their contents.\n\nAzumi makes a soft sound of protest as my wilting manhood slips free of her hole, though when she rolls onto her back, there is a content look on her face.\n\nReaching for my pants, I start to put them on. In the meantime, Azumi spreads her legs, showing me her pussy as she begins to play with it. I can see my cum slowly leaking out of her hole as she pushes it back inside with her fingers.\n\nOnce I'm dressed again, I reach out, offering her my hand. She takes it and I pull her back into a sitting position before sitting beside her again.\n\nShe makes a contented sound as she snuggles up beside me.\n\n<<else>>"So, you really want me to fuck you?" I ask, my tone a little playful.\n\nAzumi looks up at me with surprise, biting her lip as she nods.\n\nI stand up, working the buckle on my pants before taking them off. Meanwhile, Azumi lays back on the bed, spreading her legs for me.\n\nMy eyes are drawn towards the pillar of flesh jutting up from her groin, but my cock seems only interested in the welcoming hole resting beneath it. I crawl onto the bed as I get into position, reaching down, I guide my member to her slit where I slide it along her sopping wet folds once before pushing forward. \n\nThough her pussy is tight, I have no trouble sliding into her. I can feel my balls press firmly against her flesh as my full length enters her.\n\nShe looks up at me, bliss on her face and adoration in her eyes. When I start to move, her eyes roll back in her head slightly as she moans lewdly. \n\nAfter the first couple of thrusts, she begins to move her hips, her movements matching my own perfectly. Between her tightness, and her clear carnal talent, I know I wont last long.\n\nShe wraps her legs around me, her heels on my ass as she encourages me to fuck her harder. I oblige, my pace speeding up significantly. Less than a minute later, my rhythm becomes erratic as I fight to hold back just a little longer, and even so she's still able to match my movements. \n\nWith a loud roar, I struggle to hold back just a fraction of a second longer, but when her heels spur me into her depths again, I loose all control as I begin to paint her womb with my seed. Her vagina convulses around my length, her body trembling as she experiences her own orgasm. I feel something wet splash against my shirt as her cock jerks, spraying cum everywhere.\n\nLong after all my seed is spent, I can feel her pussy still quivering as it tries to coax just a little more out of me. I can see her cock still leaking a lazy stream of cum that is pooling on her belly.\n\nWith some reluctance, I sit up, my wilting cock slipping free of her hole with a soft, sticky wet sound. For a moment, I look at her, enjoying the view of her body before reaching for my clothes to redress.\n\nA couple of minutes later, I sit back on the edge of the bed as she moves to sit beside me.\n<<endif>>\n<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>[[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.|Azumi Escape]] <<else>> [[Ask her about her father.]]<<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>\n<<if $AzumiDaddy is "Played">>[[Inquire further about her relationship with her father.]]\n<</if>>[[Ask Azumi about her mother.]]<</if>>\n[[Ask her about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Visit with her for a little while.]]<<if $Mutation gte 2>>\n[[Dont my mutations bother you?]]<<endif>><<if $Depravity gte 10>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexHigh]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 6>>\n[[Have sex with her.|AzumiSexMid]]<<elseif $Depravity gte 3>>\n[[Have sex with her.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 3 && $Vessel is "Played">><<if $Read gte 5 && $MorichiDaughter gte 3>>[[Ask Azumi about her image being in the Leatherbound Tome.]]<<endif>><<endif>>\nor\n[[Say your goodbyes and leave.]]<</if>><<set $AzumiSex += 1>>

I am just entering the darker region of the cave when I see my flashlight reflect off of something. Two golden eyes reflect back at me from a pitch black area of the cave. \n\nAs I watch, the eyes vanish for a heartbeat, before returning. For several more seconds the eyes stay focused on me, though I can hot make out any detail of whatever is there beyond the eyes. \n\nSuddenly, the eyes slift, then vanish again before I can hear the sound of something scurring off into the deeper darkness.\n\n[[Continue.|Enter the cave.]]

In the hallways between my room and the stairs leading to the tavern on the floor below, I can hear a giggle come from one of the rooms I pass.\n\nPausing, I listen for the sound again. The giggle returns, but I also notice the sound of a squeaking bed frame. \n\nA small thrill goes through me as I realize I am eavesdropping such an intimate, and carnal moment.\n\nThere is an amused smile upon my face as I begin to walk again.\n\n[[Continue.|Your room.]]\n

<<if $CharacterConfirmed is "Confirmed">>\nDay: <<print $Day>>\n[[Character Details|You]]\n[[Current Tasks]]\n[[Case Notes]]\n[[Items]]\nMadness: <<print $Madness>>\nTaint: <<print $Taint>>\nMutation: <<print $Mutation>>\nDepravity: <<print $Depravity>>\n\n<<endif>>\n

<<if ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 13>>"You've lived in Wanton Cove your whole life?" You ask, already suspecting the answer.\n\nLady Anne nods, her eyes never leaving my own.\n\n"I've been wondering about the town, maybe you can tell me a little bit about Wanton Cove?"\n\n"Not much to tell. Its a fishing town without much else worth mentioning," Her tone is bored, and holds just a hint of annoyance.\n\n<<elseif ($PlayerEttiquette + $PlayerCharisma) gte 7>>"You've lived in Wanton Cove a long time?" You ask, already suspecting the answer.\n\nLady Anne nods, her eyes never leaving my own. Without a word I can feel her annoyance like a physical thing.\n\nI try to choose my words carefully as I continue, "I've been wondering if you might be able to tell me a bit about Wanton Cove?"\n\n"Not much to tell. Its a fishing town without much else worth mentioning," Her tone is bored, but still somehow conveys a warning to not continue this line of questioning.\n\n<<else>>"What can you tell me about Wanton Cove?" You ask bluntly.\n\nLady Anne's expression darkens, like the brooding clouds in the sky outside, "I hear that the general store has a quaint little history book about Wanton Cove. Anything you need to know is likely to be found in that."\n\nHer tone is soft, but the force of her words is nearly enough to force me back in my seat.\n\n<</if>>//Maybe it would be best if I change the subject.//\n\n[[Ask Lady Anne about Wanton Cove.]]\n[[Ask about her family.]]<<if $AnneHusband is "True">>\n[[Ask about her family business.]] \n[[Ask about her husband Toby.]]\n[[Ask about her son Dewey.]]<<endif>><<if $MorichiDaughter gte 1>>\n[[Ask about the Morichi Family]]<<endif>><<if $MotherMaybe is "Played">>\n[[Ask if she is Azumi's mother.]]<</if>><<if $PastorErkon is "Played">>\n[[Ask Lady Anne about the Pastor.]]<</if>>\n[[Make your exit.|Nice part of town.]]

My eyes drift to Nadia's ample bosom.\n\n"Maybe you could help me with something?" She asks playfully.\n\n<<if $NadiaFirstFlirt is "false">> "What do you need?" I ask with honest curiosity.\n\nWith a playful smile on her lips, Nadia lets one hand slide downward, straying across her belly before vanishing behind the counter on it's way towards her crotch. "I've got this terrible itch, and I'd love it if someone could scratch it for me." She bites her lip and gives me a look that makes my heart race with excitement.\n\nMy eyebrows rise at her forwardness, "Oh?" I manage to croak out, provoking a soft giggle from Nadia.<<set $NadiaFirstFlirt to "true">><<else>>"Oh?" I reply in good humor, "I'm going to guess you have an itch that you need help scratching?" \n\nBiting her lip seductively, she nods at me. <</if>>\n\n<<if $Taint lte 64 && $Day gte 2>>[[Accept her generous offer.]]\nor\n<<elseif $Day is 1>>I consider her offer for a couple of seconds, my eyes trailing over her body as a faint smile finds its way onto her lips.\n\n//I really need to get settled in at the inn,// I think. //Maybe once I start my investigation in ernest tomorrow.//\n\nWith an apologetic smile, I <<else>>With an apologetic smile, I <<endif>>[[Politely Decline]]

<<if $TTalk is "false">>"Any chance you met a young man named Tom?" I ask, "He would have come into Wanton Cove about a month ago?"\n\nTanya bites her lip, meeting my eyes, "I haven't been in town all that long," She replies, "You're the first stranger to come here since I arrived."\n\n"No one mentioned him?" I pry.\n\nTanya shakes her head a little sadly, "Sorry I can't be of any help."\n\nSighing inwardly, "Thanks anyway."\n\n[[Absently, I step back from the bar.|The Barmaids Daughter][$TTalk to "true"]]<<else>>"I was wondering if we could talk for a little bit?" I inquire.\n\n<<if $Mutation gte 4>>"Yeah, we can talk," Tanya says softly. There's just a hint of concern in her features as she looks at you. <<else>>A sultry smile touches her lips, "Sure all you want to do is talk? I //do// have other talents.\n\n"Maybe later, but now, I just have a couple of questions." I say.\n\nGiving a little pout, "You're no fun," She says, a mix of humor and disappointment on her face, "But I suppose I can talk until someone comes seeking my services. What did you want to talk about?<<endif>>\n\n<<if $TomTanya is "Next">><<elseif $TomTanya is "Revealed">><<else>>[[Inquire about Tom again.]]\n\n<<endif>><<if $Day gte 3>>[[There seems to be a lot more ladies in town than men. Why is that?]]\n\n<<endif>><<if $TWarning is "Played">>[[Why did you slap me?]]\n\n<<endif>>or\n\n[[That's all for now.|The Barmaids Daughter]]\n\n<<endif>>

Standing in the little park, I turn my eyes to the ancient fountain.\n\n<<if $Read gte 1>>//I wonder if I can use what I've learned from that old book to decipher some of the engravings?// I think of the old leather bound tome I had found beneath the church.\n\n<</if>><<if ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 15 && $Read gte 1>>My years of studying every strange thing I could find, combined with the little bit of time I have spent reading the old tome, it only takes me a couple of minutes before I start to recognize patterns and similarities among the runes on the ancient fountain that I have also seen in the book. Making sense of it all eludes me however.\n\n//There just isn't enough here to properly start to translate it. Maybe I can ask around and see if I can learn anything useful from the locals? The General Store might be a good place to start.//\n\n<<set $FountainInvestigated to "Played">>\n<<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 12 && $Read gte 3>>My passing familiarity with strange things like this, combined with the time I have spent reading the old tome, I'm able to recognize several of the runes on the ancient fountain that I have also seen in the book. It takes me quite a bit of time before I realize I'm out of my depth on this problem, at least until I can learn more.\n\n//There just isn't enough here to properly start to translate it. Maybe I can ask around and see if I can learn anything useful from the locals? Nadia might be a good place to start.//\n\n<<set $FountainInvestigated to "Played">>\n<<elseif ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 9 && $Read gte 5>>After all the time I have spent reading through the old tome, I start to look at the fountain, my eyes drifting slowly over the strange symbols chiseled in its ancient surface. I see a few symbols here and there that I recognize from my time reading the book, but nowhere near enough to start making sense of it all.\n\n//There just isn't enough here to properly start to translate it. Maybe I can ask around and see if I can learn anything useful from the locals? Nadia might be a good place to start.//\n\n<<set $FountainInvestigated to "Played">>\n<<elseif $Read gte 7>>After having spent many hours combing through the pages of the old book, I've seen enough to pick out familiar symbols carved into the ancient fountain, but not enough to make sense of it all.\n\nPerhaps half an hour later, soaked to the bone from the heavy rain, I sigh and step back.\n\n//There just isn't enough here to properly start to translate it. Maybe I can ask around and see if I can learn anything useful from the locals? Nadia might be a good place to start.//\n\n<<set $FountainInvestigated to "Played">>\n<<else>>I spend quite a bit of time looking at the fountain, trying to find engravings that I recognize, but no matter how hard I try, understanding of any form seems to elude me.\n\n<<if $PastorBook is "Not Played">><<else>>A while later, I step back feeling frustrated, //Maybe I can find out more about these engravings somewhere, that may help me decipher the meaning of these runes.//<</if>>\n\n<</if>>[[Continue.|overgrown park]]

"Tell me about the statues in front of the Church." I say.\n\n"They've been there forever, they're just gargoyles. Aaron replies.\n\n<<if ($PlayerIntelligence + $PlayerPerception) gte 10>>I can tell that the question has him rattled. The way his eyes flicker around, it's like he's watching for something to come through the wall at him. \n\nLast time I saw someone so shaken by a simple question, they knew something that was worth killing for. Never found out what they knew, but their body was found stuffed in a dumpster the next morning.\n\nI almost try to coax a little more information out of him, but I think better of it. For now, it's enough to know that there's something important about those statues.\n\n<<endif>>Ask about:\n<<if $TomTanya is "Not Played">>[[I'm looking for a young man named Tom who might have passed through.]]\n<</if>>[[Wanton Cove]]\n<<if $FirstStatue is "Played">>[[Church]]\n<<endif>><<if $Pastor is "Played">>[[Tell me more about the pastor.]]\n<<endif>><<if $MotherTalk is "Played">>[[Ask Aaron about the Morichi Family.]]\n<</if>><<if $Fountain is "Played">>[[Engravings on the fountain.]]\n<<endif>><<if $SailorGoo is "Played">>[[White Goo.]]<<endif>><<if $Body1 is "Played">>[[Body on the shore.]]\n<<if $JackobsonBluff is 3>>[[Do you know where Mr Jackobson might have gotten off to?]]<<endif>><<endif>><<if $FountainInvestigated is "Played">>\n[[Ask Aaron about the Ruins.]]<</if>>\nor\n[[Step away from the Bartender.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

A wanton moan cuts through the den of noise in the tavern.\n\nIt only takes me a moment to locate the source. \n\nA short distance away, a woman, the top of her dress pulled down to her waist, and her skirt shoved up over her hips. She's bent over at the waist while a man holds her hips. The man has his trousers around his ankles, thrusting his cock into her with wild abandon as he ruts at her cunt. A second man stands in front of her, her lips wrapped around the man's penis as she eagerly sucks him.\n\nAll around the three, others are gathered around, watching the carnal scene play out.\n\nIt takes me a moment, but I manage to pull my eyes away from the scene.\n\n[[Continue on my way.|The Barmaids Daughter]]

Stepping towards the woman, I kneel between her legs.\n\nPicking up on what I intend, the man moves back, positioning himself so that he can watch.\n\nI let one hand trail along the inside of her thigh towards her pussy. When my hand arrives at its destination, my other hand moves to join it. Delicately, I spread her pussy, admiring the view before me for several seconds before leaning forward and giving her clit a little kiss. I follow the act by licking her pussy, from bottom to top, my tongue flicking across her hole and her clit along the way.\n\nHer hands take hold of my head, holding me in place as she grinds against my face. Smiling into her pussy, I drive my tongue deep inside of her, causing her to squeal her approval.\n\nFor a moment, I wonder if the salty tang of her pussy is because some guy has cum inside of her recently, but her hips gyrating against my face quickly distracts me from the thought.\n\nI hold her hips tightly, trying to prevent her from thrashing so wildly against my face. \n\nShe tenses up suddenly, her thighs threatening to crush my skull as she clamps down on my head with all her strength. With no further warning, my mouth is flooded with her pussy juice.\n\nI swallow twice to get the flow of juice under control, then continue to lap at her folds as she comes down from her orgasm. \n\nWhen she finally releases me, I wipe a bit of her juices off of my chin, then adjust my <<if $Taint gte 70>>little <<endif>>erection in an effort to make it less uncomfortable.\n\nStepping back, I let my gaze flicker between the man and woman one last time, then make my way back to [[my own room.|Your room.]]\n<<set $Taint += 3>>

<<if $LockedOut is "Played">>"Can I ask you a question, a potentially sensitive one?" I ask Azumi. Her body's warmth combined with the strong scent of her arousal is intoxicating, making it difficult to focus.\n\nShe looks at me with simple curiosity in her eyes. Then she does something that surprises me into silence, "I think I love you, but won't make you tell me that you love me too." Her eyes search my own, looking for something though I am unsure of what it could possibly be.\n\nI open my mouth, but no words come out. I'm completely uncertain of what to say or do next. Lacking any better ideas, I pull her into a half hug.\n\n"One of father's serving girls used to come to my room and talk to me every day. I told her that I loved her and she gave me a hug," She begins to look awkward, "I couldn't help myself, I fucked her and she cried. She said she wanted to leave, told me to stop, but I thought she was playing. I made her tell me she loved me before I let her go. I didn't understand the fear in her eyes when she left my room, or why she wouldn't stop crying. I never saw her again." The last few words are said very quietly.\n\nThere's a profoundly sad look in Azumi's eyes as she begins to pull away, "Please don't cry and leave me."\n\n//Well, this whole thing jumped the rails in a hurry. How the hell did we end up on this subject anyway?//\n\nI can't help myself, I reach out and pull her into a full embrace. She stiffens at first, then seems to relax in my arms, "I want to ask you a question that you may not want to, or maybe can't answer." \n\nI feel her lips on my neck, her breath hot as she kisses her way up toward my jawline, "I'm trying //so// hard to be good," She whispers in my ear before nibbling at my earlobe. I squirm away from the sensation, fighting back a smile.\n\n"Please don't stop coming to see me. You're my favorite person," She leans in, her forehead touching mine. Her eyes are close to mine as she looks into my own, "I want you to take me away from this place, I want you to love me."\n\nI try to focus my thoughts on anything but the way her body is pressed against me, "I promise to come see you again after I leave, I enjoy your company very much," I struggle with what to say, to not make promises that I may not be able to keep while putting her at ease. Tilting my head, I allow my lips to touch hers in a soft kiss.\n\nShe surprises me again by breaking the kiss herself, "See?" Her voice is vulnerable, almost as vulnerable as the look in her eyes, "I can be good."\n\n//If I'm going to ask, now's as good a time as any,// "I wanted to ask if you know who your mother is?" The words are barely out of my mouth before Azumi pushes away from me violently, horror in her eyes. Somehow, with my arms already lightly around her I am able to hold on to her. \n\nAfter just a second of struggle she stiffens, her eyes locked on my own, "Mother hates me, she told me so. She told me no one could care about some//thing// like me," Using her arms, she pushes against me, still half heartedly trying to free herself from my grip.\n\n"Your father loves you very much even if he isn't good at showing it sometimes, and I care about you deeply," She must hear the truth of my words because she suddenly stops struggling and instead embraces me so tightly my ribs ache.\n\nShe trembles in my arms, I've little doubt that she is crying against my shoulder, "I would like to know more if you're willing to talk about her, but if you don't wan to talk about it, I'll drop it."\n\nAzumi says nothing for a couple of minutes, then I feel her take a deep breath and her grip finally loosens. \n\n"Before my father started to lock me in my room, when I would sometimes sneak out, I saw her one night. I recognized her from pictures my father had shown me," Azumi's face scrunches up, on the verge of crying again, "She told me I was disgusting, that no one would ever love me and that the only good I would ever do would be through my death."\n\nShe begins to cry again, "Why would she say such things? Is what I am such a horrible thing? My own mother hates me, the people of this town hate me, and even my father locks me away like he's scared I will be seen." By the time she is done, I can barely make out her words among her sobs.\n\nPulling her tight, I hold her for several minutes, //If Azumi saw her mother in town, then that might mean she still lives here in Wanton Cove.//\n\nWhen Azumi tries to talk again, I can't make sense of her words as they are drown out in her sobs.\n\n"Shhhh," I say in her ear, "We don't have to talk about it any more. I'd have never brought it up if I knew it was going to upset you so badly."\n\nShe snuggles against my front, "I think I love you," She says again. Then she stiffens suddenly in my arms. For one horrible second, I think I have done something new to upset her, but then she says, "Daddy?"\n\nI turn my head to see where Azumi is looking, seeing Mr Morichi standing in the doorway of her room, "I do not know how you entered my house, and I hardly care. You have been informed that you are no longer welcome in my home and I truly thought you were a respectable enough person to honor that wish.."\n\n//How long was he standing there? And how bad did he expect this to go?//\n\nHis eyes swivel to his daughter, "And our detective friend is correct, I do love you very much," With cane in hand, Mr Morichi enters the room. His eyes look tired and just a bit sad, "I have but one thing to say to you," He looks me right in the eye, "You are not welcome here, you will leave my home, and you will never bother me or my mother again. This island has corrupted you and I want no part of it.."\n\nI mumble an apology, not really sure what to say.\n\nTurning to Azumi, "I am sorry that such a painful subject was brought up. It was partially my fault for not being more clear with <<print $PlayerName>> to inform him that this is a subject that hurts you even more than it does me. Though if he does not respect me enough to honor my wish to stay away from my home, why should I have expected him to guard his tongue on sensitive matters," I can hear a deep bitterness in his voice in the last few words\n\nHis eyes turn to me, "I wish to spend some time with my daughter. You //will// leave now," His tone is hard.\n\n"I'll be going then," I say, taking a step toward the room's door. I can see the large man who works for Mr Morichi standing there waiting for me, //Must have been waiting just out of sight,// but before I can exit the room I'm nearly knocked from my feet as Azumi jumps up and embraces me from behind. \n\nI turn, putting my own arms around her for a long moment before releasing the hug, "Spend a little time with your father, I'll come visit again some time," I say the words soft enough I hope her father does not hear them.\n\n"Promise?" She asks.\n\n"Yeah, I promise," I reply.\n\nAzumi's face blossoms into a broad smile. \n\nWhen she reluctantly turns back to her father, I exit the room. \n\nThe large man walks silently by my side as he escorts me out of the mansion.\n\nI'm just stepping over the threshold when the man grabs the colar of my jacket, pulling me toward him with a snarl on his face, "You see that cliff?" He points at the edge of the bluff with his free hand, "I find you in this house again, I'll throw you off it."\n\nWith a shove, he sends me staggering out the door, and before I can react further the door is slammed shut. As I adjust my collar and try to recompose myself, I can hear the door's lock being slid into place.\n\nAbsently,, I reach in my pocket, feeling the key still resting heavily within.\n\n[[Continue.|Bluff]]\n\n<<set $MotherTalk to "Next">><<else>>"Can I ask you a question, a potentially sensitive one?" I ask Azumi. Her body's warmth combined with the strong scent of her arousal is intoxicating, making it difficult to focus.\n\nShe looks at me with simple curiosity in her eyes. Then she does something that surprises me into silence, "I think I love you, but won't make you tell me that you love me too." Her eyes search my own, looking for something though I am unsure of what it could possibly be.\n\nI open my mouth, but no words come out. I'm completely uncertain of what to say or do next. Lacking any better ideas, I pull her into a half hug.\n\n"One of father's serving girls used to come to my room and talk to me every day. I told her that I loved her and she gave me a hug," She begins to look awkward, "I couldn't help myself, I fucked her and she cried. She said she wanted to leave, told me to stop, but I thought she was playing. I made her tell me she loved me before I let her go. I didn't understand the fear in her eyes when she left my room, or why she wouldn't stop crying. I never saw her again." The last few words are said very quietly.\n\nThere's a profoundly sad look in Azumi's eyes as she begins to pull away, "Please don't cry and leave me."\n\n//Well, this whole thing jumped the rails in a hurry. How the hell did we end up on this subject anyway?//\n\nI can't help myself, I reach out and pull her into a full embrace. She stiffens at first, then seems to relax in my arms, "I want to ask you a question that you may not want to, or maybe can't answer." \n\nI feel her lips on my neck, her breath hot as she kisses her way up toward my jawline, "I'm trying //so// hard to be good," She whispers in my ear before nibbling at my earlobe. I squirm away from the sensation, fighting back a smile.\n\n"Please don't stop coming to see me. You're my favorite person," She leans in, her forehead touching mine. Her eyes are close to mine as she looks into my own, "I want you to take me away from this place, I want you to love me."\n\nI try to focus my thoughts on anything but the way her body is pressed against me, "I promise to come see you again after I leave, I enjoy your company very much," I struggle with what to say, to not make promises that I may not be able to keep while putting her at ease. Tilting my head, I allow my lips to touch hers in a soft kiss.\n\nShe surprises me again by breaking the kiss herself, "See?" Her voice is vulnerable, almost as vulnerable as the look in her eyes, "I can be good."\n\n//If I'm going to ask, now's as good a time as any,// "I wanted to ask if you know who your mother is?" The words are barely out of my mouth before Azumi pushes away from me violently, horror in her eyes. Somehow, with my arms already lightly around her I am able to hold on to her. \n\nAfter just a second of struggle she stiffens, her eyes locked on my own, "Mother hates me, she told me so. She told me no one could care about some//thing// like me," Using her arms, she pushes against me, still half heartedly trying to free herself from my grip.\n\n"Your father loves you very much, and I care about you deeply," She must hear the truth of my words because she suddenly stops struggling and instead embraces me so tightly my ribs ache.\n\nShe trembles in my arms, I've little doubt that she is crying against my shoulder, "I would like to know more if you're willing to talk about her, but if you don't wan to talk about it, I'll drop it."\n\nAzumi says nothing for a couple of minutes, then I feel her take a deep breath and her grip finally loosens. \n\n"Before my father started to lock me in my room, when I would sometimes sneak out, I saw her one night. I recognized her from pictures my father had shown me," Azumi's face scrunches up, on the verge of crying again, "She told me I was disgusting, that no one would ever love me and that the only good I would ever do would be through my death."\n\nShe begins to cry again, "Why would she say such things? Is what I am such a horrible thing? My own mother hates me, the people of this town hate me, and even my father locks me away like he's scared I will be seen." By the time she is done, I can barely make out her words among her sobs.\n\nPulling her tight, I hold her for several minutes, //If Azumi saw her mother in town, then that might mean she still lives here in Wanton Cove.//\n\nWhen Azumi tries to talk again, I can't make sense of her words as they are drown out in her sobs.\n\n"Shhhh," I say in her ear, "We don't have to talk about it any more. I'd have never brought it up if I knew it was going to upset you so badly."\n\nShe snuggles against my front, "I think I love you," She says again. Then she stiffens suddenly in my arms. For one horrible second, I think I have done something new to upset her, but then she says, "Daddy?"\n\nI turn my head to see where Azumi is looking, seeing Mr Morichi standing in the doorway of her room, "I had wondered if perhaps you would pursue this unpleasant subject with my daughter," He looks unhappy but not quite angry, "I was prepared to have you forcibly removed from my home for upsetting her, but you handled the topic more delicately than I had anticipated."\n\n//How long was he standing there? And how bad did he expect this to go?//\n\n"And our detective friend is correct, I do love you very much," With cane in hand, Mr Morichi enters the room. His eyes look tired and just a bit sad, "I have but two things to say to you," He looks me right in the eye, "First, if I feel a subject is delicate enough that //I// do not wish to speak about it, you will //not// go running to my daughter to ask her the same thing. She is more sensitive than I am, and I do not wish ever to see her hurt like this."\n\nI mumble an apology and promise to not go behind his back on something like this again.\n\n"And two, there are precious few people who treat my daughter well. Most are horrified by what she is and fewer still treat her with kindness. I feel the need to thank you for being kind to my daughter. I do not know how deeply your feelings run for her, but I would ask that you continue to visit and spend time with my Azumi regardless. She's never had friends, and since meeting you she wishes to speak of little but you. I have rarely seen her as happy as she has been since meeting you."\n\nI nod, not sure what I should say.\n\nTurning to Azumi, "I am sorry that such a painful subject was brought up. It was partially my fault for not being more clear with <<print $PlayerName>> to inform him that this is a subject that hurts you even more than it does me."\n\nHis eyes turn to me, "I wish to spend some time with my daughter. We will both be looking forward to when you find time to visit again," His tone is somewhat dismissive.\n\n"I'll be going then," I say, taking a step toward the room's door. I can see the large man who works for Mr Morichi standing there waiting for me, //Must have been waiting just out of sight,// but before I can exit the room I'm nearly knocked from my feet as Azumi jumps up and embraces me from behind. \n\nI turn, putting my own arms around her for a long moment before releasing the hug, "Spend a little time with your father, I'll come visit again some time."\n\n"Promise?" She asks.\n\n"Yeah, I promise," I reply.\n\nAzumi's face blossoms into a broad smile. \n\nWhen she reluctantly turns back to her father, I exit the room. \n\nThe large man walks silently by my side as he escorts me out of the mansion.\n\n[[Continue.|Bluff]]\n\n<<set $MotherTalk to "Next">><</if>>\n

<<if $CharHP lte 1>><<set $CharHP = 1>><</if>><<set $random to random(1,8)>><<if $DeepFight is "Played" && $random gte 6>>I hear a sound, a splash of something heavy in the muddy street behind me. \n\nSuddenly on guard, I turn towards the sound, unsure of what to expect. \n\n<<if ($PlayerOccult + $PlayerIntelligence) gte 9 && $Read gte 5>>//Deep One,// I instantly recognize the beast from my study of the old leather bound book I found beneath the church.\n\n<<elseif $Read gte 5>>I almost instantly recognize this vile creature from its depiction within the old leather bound book I found beneath the church.\n\n<<else>>I gape openly at the horrific thing as it draws itself up to its full imposing height.<<endif>>\n\nIts gray green body glistens as rain runs down the fish man's body. <<if $GooCounter is 1>> A flash of lightning seems to illuminate the creature for a split second.<<endif>>\n\nA cold dread settles into my belly, the familiar weight of my trusty .38 Special bringing me little comfort in the face of the fight about to come.\n\nAs if sensing my realization, it bares its mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Making the same sound that drew my attention in the first place, the creature lunges at me.\n\n<<set $DeepCombat to "true">><<set $playerAction to "duncel">><<set $EnemyFlee to "False">><<set $enemyBrawl = random(5,15)>><<set $enemyDefense = random(7,15)>><<set $enemyHP = random(6,9)>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><<elseif $random lte 3 && $Day gte 5>>I hear a small branch break somewhere a head of me. My hand begins to slide beneath my jacket right before someone, or rather //something// steps into the trail in front of me.\n\nIts pasty gray skin glistens in the rain and when its mouth twists into a sneer, it reveals a mouth full of pointed teeth.\n<<silently>>\n<<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(3,15)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(4,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(5,7)>>\n<<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</silently>>\n\n\n<<else>><<if $GooCounter is 0>>The soft sounds of my boots on the forest trail is almost soothing in the quiet that seems to permeate the area around me.\n\nThe unanticipated sound of a snapping a short distance behind me beings me to an abrupt stop. Spinning on the ball of my foot, I come almost face to face with a hooded figure, rage filling their features.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter is 1>>I see a figure standing in the trail a short distance ahead. The figure's hood conceals their features.\n\nI slow my pace as I take a couple more steps towards the figure, then stop short, my hand absently straying towards my .38 Special.\n\nWith an almost inhuman scream, the figure begins to charge.\n\n<<set $GooCounter += 1>><<elseif $GooCounter gte 2>>Seemingly out of nowhere, a cloaked figure hurls himself at me. Acting on instinct, I manage to deflect my attacker's charge.\n\nI barely have time to put any distance between myself and my attacker before he's back on his feet, ready to attack again.\n\n<<set $GooCounter -= 2>><<endif>>\n<<silently>><<set $DeepCombat = "false">>\n<<set $playerAction to "duncel">>\n<<set $EnemyFlee to "False">>\n<<set $enemyBrawl = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyFirearms = random(2,13)>>\n<<set $enemyDefense = random(2,15)>>\n<<set $enemyHP = random(3,5)>>\n<<set $weaponChance = random(1,100)>>\n<<if $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $enemyWeapon = "gun">>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 30>><<set $enemyWeapon = "knife">>\n<<else>><<set $enemyWeapon = "fists">><</if>><<if $weaponChance lte 3>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,2)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 5>><<set $AmmoLoot = random(0,6)>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 25>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 26>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 40>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,10)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 75>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,15)>><<elseif $weaponChance lte 90>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,30)>>\n<<elseif $weaponChance lte 99>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,5)>><<else>><<set $MoneyLoot = random(0,50)>><<endif>><</silently>> \s<<endif>>\n\n[[Fight|SlumFight]]\n