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Rated: GC · Interactive · Adult · #2191603
An interactive female domination story dedicated to the women of fighting games.
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Chapter #8

Prison booth (Smooth)

    by: Burakku Howaito Author IconMail Icon
Eric tried his damnedest to hide his emotions, to hide what he was currently feeling as he drove towards the exit, to the booth.

When Eric reached the booth and stopped, Dave paid no attention... He should of, it was kinda his job.

Eric wanted to honk his horn but knew it wouldn't help what came next. "Hey! Dave!"

"Yeah, what?"

"...Speaking of possible troubles around this place."

"...Yeah?"

"If someone were to escape... what the Hell do we have around this dump to actually help out?"

"You takin time out of your lunch for this?"

"I've been worried about it for a while, just curious."

"We got batons, trackers, and me, on watch. No one is leaving without me seeing, these fences have hardcore barbwire."

Bingo. We hoped his passenger caught that. "Do the trackers even work?"

"Are you stupid, of course they work!"

"...Do you know how they work?" Eric raised an eyebrow.

"What? ...N-No, not precisely but that's not an issue. Put one of those on a sumaofbitch and they'll be paranoid as shit." Dave flaunted his ignorance.

"We got one on our visitor, Nina. I was right, that was her name. Nina Williams. Nice piece... I might not even need my mags, just more of some of her the computer."

"...Right. Anyways, lunch ain't gonna eat itself. Later."

Dave picked up a magazine with ass with a red thong on the cover. "Yeah, yeah. Seeya, pal."

Eric drove on out. "You heard that right?"

"I heard it, keep driving until I tell you to stop."

"...You'll let me come back right?"

Nina sat up from the backseats. "You have my name and my location... Should I let you go?"

Eric looked down, depressed, unhappy with her answer as he drove down the road.

You have the following choices:

1. Nina stops him at a his house.

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2. Nina stops him at a gun shop.

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3. Nina stops him somewhere else...

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