SNAFU?

I ran all the way to my car.

I could hear my heart beating in my ear.

If anybody saw me in this state, it would have looked like I was running from a murderer.

Because maybe I was.

I kept glancing backwards, but nobody was following me.

I made it back into my car in one piece, and quickly slammed the door behind me.

I turned the engine on, and I was prepared to get the fuck out of there.

Out of this town.

Out of this... country?

...Was this it?

Game over?

I had too much fun and karma finally tracked me down, ready to make me its bitch?

...

I took a deep breath, letting my tense body relax for a moment.

I turned the engine off.

I needed to think about this shit.

Yeah yeah, time was definitely of the essence, but it was just as counter-productive to go running off like a chicken with its head cut off.

...

I pushed my head into my hands and focused.

What were the cold, logical conclusions I could currently make?

Let's start with the obvious. There were three women chained in the dungeon.

Two redheads and a blonde.

So... Lana, Anna-Marie and... Gloria?

I mean I got to see only the back of their heads, but... It had to be Gloria, right?

Otherwise... No, it was definitely Gloria. It's not like I could confuse the supple young body of the heiress with the somewhat luscious, muscular bodyguard.

And I think I saw a buttplug in there. It had to be her.

Okay, so... They were chained. And obviously, not by their own choice.

Reagan/Sue was not among them.

Possibilities?

A: Reagan/Sue somehow managed to overpower the three and escape.

B: Somebody came to help Reagan/Sue, and tied up the other three.

...I don't think there was an option C. At least I couldn't think of one.

Okay, so... In either case, what would Reagan/Sue's... ah fuck it, I'm just gonna call her Reagan until I find out more about her. Anyway, what would Reagan do next?

In the case of option A... She would continue where she left off, right? I mean... I would be her number one target, right?

She would do anything she could to kill me.

In the case of option B, she and whoever helped her escape, would both be scheming up a plan to kill me.

So... It was the same outcome, no matter the how it came to be.

I was fucked.

I didn't have a choice. I had to escape.

...

Yet...

There was an inconsistency there.

The Reagan I knew... I don't think she would've let me escape.

If she was freed, and she wanted to kill me... I wouldn't be alive anymore.

I mean... She had the perfect possible opportunity.

How long did I leave that cellar door open, while admiring the three juicy asses in my view?

It was almost like the perfect trap.

Stand next to the door, let me open the door, let me stand there all shocked, and... stab stab stab.

She probably still couldn't shoot me because of the "peer pressure" trait-thing. But she would find some other way.

...

No wait. There was a factor here I had completely passed over.

Reagan didn't have her memories anymore.

She probably didn't even know who I was.

In that case... What would happen? Let's say she suddenly lost all her memories. She woke up in a sex dungeon with three naked women. She didn't know who she was, but she would probably want to get the fuck out of there.

She wouldn't lose her skills. That was a part of the lock. She would use her assassin-like skills to escape, and tie her tormentors up.

And... what next?

I think... she would just want to get the fuck out of there.

...

Yeah... That did make sense in an oddly neat way.

But what about option B? That somebody came to rescue her?

I guess that depended on who that somebody was. Either way, they would rescue Reagan who didn't remember she was Reagan.

If the rescuer was Maria, or somebody who worked for her... Well, in that case, all this contemplating was pointless. She just won. She had to know about all my schemes, and was coming after me. Somehow I'd guess leaving the country wouldn't help me either. She'd track me down.

But, in that case... I'm sure she would've taken Lana and Anna-Marie with her. I mean they were the people who were making those big-time accusations, and she needed to shut them up.

Yeah... That piece didn't fit that neatly.

Okay, so, maybe the rescuer was somebody else? ...Like the mystery user?

...But... Okay, that's not that neat either. Being the user doesn't make you omnipotent. For example... If somebody kidnapped Gretchen, and held her in a warehouse far away... I'd have no way of knowing where she was, or what had happened to her. The app didn't have a GPS tracker or something like that on people.

...Or did it?

I quickly checked. No it didn't. Not even with the ones I had +100.

Yet, that wasn't foolproof. I didn't know about all the abilities the app COULD have. I mean, what if I could get a perk that lets me see where everybody was all the time?

Ugh.

Things made very little sense.

The way I saw this... I could either play this by the worst possible scenario, which meant I just get out of the country... Or the least fucked scenario, where I still had a chance.

In that scenario, Reagan without memories was trolloping the streets, possibly nude, without knowing where to go. And she did that like... 10 to 15 minutes ago. I could still catch her.

No, wait. She wouldn't be naked. She'd take the only clothes that were available to her.

Gloria's schoolgirl outfit.

Yes. That was the last piece of the puzzle.

Gloria was naked and chained. Reagan had no reason to strip her, unless she saw that as the only clothing option.

The mystery rescuer was starting to feel less and less likely.

I started up the car again.

I needed to find a giant fucking schoolgirl on the streets.

After half an hour, I was ready to give up.

I wouldn't find her like this.

In this time she could have gone anywhere.

And with her skills, hiding from pursuers should not be difficult.

There were no trail of blood I could follow, no discarded schoolgirl cloth pieces, no stunned on-lookers.

On the streets, it was just a normal Sunday night.

Fuck.

Was it still game over, after all?

I mean... What would an amnesiac like her even do?

She'd like to get some information about her situation, right?

And for that... There was only valid choice.

What she currently knew... was everything Lana, Anna-Marie and Gloria told her.

And that could be fucking anything.

I didn't doubt her interrogation skills.

I think the only one she probably couldn't get anything from was Lana. I still remember what the app said. +100 person can't be disloyal, can't take independent actions that would displease me. She'd die before giving me up.

Anna-Marie was almost there. Gloria was pretty damn close too.

I mean, theoretically, if they were smart, they could give Reagan false information. She'd have no idea what was true and what was not.

But... What if she didn't act like an assassin at all? I mean, theoretically, getting your mind wiped would strip away a lot from her logical and tactical thinking, and her developed assassin personality. I mean sure, apparently she had the skills to escape, but that didn't mean she'd want to do anything else except get the fuck out of there.

Right. Then...

...Would she just go straight to police?

Point them towards the horrible place that was keeping her a prisoner?

...

Sigh.

I don't think this was containable no matter what conclusion I reached.

Unless I luckily just by happenstance ran into her right now...

...

...

...which I didn't, so therefore I was royally fucked.

So, back to the escape-plan?

Time to order some tickets and live in a cave in Ghana?

...

No. Not yet.

I still had a slight, tiny chance to get back some control.

And I knew where I had to start.

Carefully, I opened the creaking door again.

I wasn't afraid of being stabbed. That would have happened earlier.

I was afraid of seeing new people here. Mainly police. Or a group of assassins.

No.

Things had remained the same.

My three women chained with their asses up.

I didn't want to come back here...

But I needed more information about what happened. Desperately.

I wasn't surprised to see the trio was gagged as well. That explained why I could only hear **** moaning instead of **** shouting when I first came in.

All three looked incredibly happy and relieved to see me, intensely shaking their gorgeous titties and taut buttocks in the hope of finally getting free.

Lana even teared up a little.

She was probably ashamed she let this happen.

A significant part of me didn't want to free them. For obvious reasons, and also to punish them.

How fucking dare they cause this massive shit storm for me?

But this was no time for power games. Every second counted.

Still, I had to deliver a powerful slap to each derrier.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Each gave a nice variation of pitch and pain in their screech.

I wanted to do more of this, but I guess I needed to at least ungag one.

No, wait.

...Anna-Marie's phone was on the floor.

...I had ordered her to film all of Reagan's humiliation.

It would show me everything that happened.

...

Fuck it.

I wasn't going to waste a great bondage display like this.

I picked up the phone, ready to watch the video.

Now I just needed a soft place to sit.

Oh yes, Lana's soft squishy ass will do.