Getting 100% Synchronization in Assassin's Creed: Syndicate

1868

The pocketwatch was there again.

It was swinging. Had it ever not been swinging? It didn’t matter.

“Evie Frye. You are mine.”

The voice. It spoke truth. It was always truthful.

Words seeped through the mouth felt akin to an exhale from how natural it was. “Yes… master…”

The voice was happy. “Your body belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me. Your entire lineage belongs to me.”

“Yes master. Everything I am belongs to Enzio Capelli.”

The pocketwatch swung back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and-BEEP BEEP BEEP

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2015

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The Cadet's eyes snapped open, slamming her hand against the alarm clock’s cranium.

The pocketwatch was gone. She felt angry at that for a moment before remembering where and who she was. Disorientation stung her senses. Gone were the sights of Victorian plaster and smells of London smog. Her bed felt too soft, like she was drowning in it, and she practically threw herself to the floor away from it trying to breathe.

For several seconds she just stared at the carpet on her hands and knees. Readjusting, panting, and bizarrely, hating her alarm clock.

Memories of her own life returned slowly. A safe house. The Animus. Abstergo. And yet…

She knew where she was.

She knew her name.

She knew she wasn't Evie Frye.

But a tiny, stubborn part of her still wanted to sit up straight and await instructions.

Await Enzio’s instructions.

Before she could unpack all of that a voice crackled through the walkie talkie next to her bed.

“Cadet?”

Her head snapped towards the sound, panting for a few more seconds before wiping the sweat from her brow and grabbed the device. Even though she had it there, pressing the button down, she still couldn’t find any words she wanted to say.

The moment hung there awkwardly before the handler on the other end asked, “Everything alright? I heard a noise.”

“Y... yeah...” Her throat felt dry. “Just... dreaming as Evie.”

Despite what she was feeling, the woman on the other end just chuckled at the idea. “That's normal with the Animus. You’re transferring your consciousness way back into the past. Becoming that person, seeing what they see, thinking what they thought... it's pretty tricky to take yourself out of that head space.”

“Mm,” agreed the Cadet, looking over at the Animus on the other side of her saferoom, placing the walkie talkie down and rubbing her eyes.

As soon as she pressed against them with her palm all she could see was the pocketwatch.

A flash of gold passed by her mindscape.

It was swinging.

It was ticking.

Every time she blinked it would swing. It would tick.

Each swing and tick made the next attempt to open her eyelids that little bit harder.

The handler’s voice dragged her back to the present again. The anger was still jarring to the Cadet. An emotion lingering from Evie, or genuine annoyance at losing sight of the swinging again? “Don't worry. The mission should be over soon. Although...” Papers shuffled somewhere on the other end of the line. “It seems you’ve had trouble with this latest memory?”

The Cadet grabbed at a nearby glass of water on her bedstand and power chugged it. “Yeah. Just trying to sync with it properly.”

“We like that here. The Pieces of Eden could be anywhere. You’re so close, Evie was relentless in her pursuit... well, until...”

The handler’s voice trailed off. Despite the fear of what was happening to her, The Cadet still felt a resolute determination to her mission. “I'll figure out what happened to her.”

“Thank you, Cadet. Only you and your DNA can decompile Evie's true history. If you can reach one hundred percent synchronization then maybe her mysterious disappearance could lead us to exactly where the Templars have hidden the final Pieces.”

“Mm.”

Another awkward moment as the handler clearly wanted a little more than a grunt to reaffirm, but did give up the line when it was clear none would come. “...okay, talk again soon.”

The channel clicked off.

Silence.

The Cadet remained seated on the edge of her bunk, staring at the Animus with a growing sense of dread.

A silence that didn’t feel like a silence.

A silence that made it impossible to not hear the echoes ringing in her ears.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

It made her stomach twist.

She knew she should have told her handler about this latest bleeding effect. A part of her knew that she should run away from the Animus and never look back. But if she didn’t complete this mission then that would be it. The Templars would surely find the pieces before them, time was running out.

Evie Frye disappeared right after her encounter with Enzio Capelli. A hypnotist who was terrorising London at the time, making civilians culpable in petty thefts by mind controlling them to do his bidding. Evie confronted him… and that was all that was truly known. She disappeared from history, apart from DNA links to an undocumented offspring of hers. Everything before her meeting with Enzio was well known. She had a brother, a lover, and was working tirelessly to find the pieces of Eden. She was days away from performing a heist with her lover to recover the pieces once and for all, yet after she met with Charles Darwin her memories became too glitched to view. The Cadet with her lineage was the only one capable of finishing the mission, but without one hundred percent synchronisation the memories remained locked.

The official stance on the Assassins was that Evie Frye’s memories are simply too scrambled by the Piece of Eden. Perhaps interference from Minerva was causing it. The Cadet’s heart knew differently, but she still wanted to follow through to the end.

She knew what she had to do. Yet she’d been trying to 100% sync with this for a week now with no progress. It had never taken more than a handful of attempts to sync with a memory before, but this one… it was causing issues.

Sean was getting grouchy over the group text. His stance was that hypnotism was a bunch of bollocks, so what was taking so long? The Cadet wished she had a better answer but-

For a split second she thought she saw something glinting in the corner of the room.

A smile.

A voice.

Something gold.

Something that was swinging gently.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and-

The Cadet stumbled forwards, wanting to get closer to the swinging but tripping on the carpet.

When she raised her head again, he was gone.

No, it was gone.

No! It was never there!

She felt frustrated. The bleeding effect was a well documented side effect of the Animus, but why was her subconscious so focused on this one foolish hypnotist from the 1800s?! Sean was right. It was all parlor tricks that would never have worked on someone as accomplished and talented as Evie fucking Frye!

The Cadet shook her head, knowing that this would not end until she powered through. Standing from her bed, she approached the Animus and climbed inside.

She closed her eyes, readying her consciousness to slip away back to that year. Pure white lights surrounding her body and mind, letting her drift back away to her ancestor’s history.

“Your body belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me. Your entire lineage belongs to me.”

“Yes master.”

The words had slipped her mouth so fast she didn’t even realize it.

---

London - 1868

Upon the request of Charles Dickens, Evie Frye approached the edge of St. James Park. A string of bizarre events that were strange enough for the Ghost Hunting Club to investigate had led her to tailing the owner of a pawn shop that had become a petty thief.

She stayed several spaces back, watching as the new thief rushed towards a man in a top hat standing near the entrance of the park. None of London’s rabble around the park seemed to pay him much mind, which let Evie blend right into the environment.

Once the jewels were handed over, the thief ran off. Looking rather confused upon their exiting of the park, as if they couldn’t recollect how they got there.

Evie had her target in sight. This man was alone with the evidence of his own wrong doing, as an assassin she had little worry in arresting or incapacitating this thief if she needed to, walking right up to him. “Mr Enzio Capelli I assume? So you’re responsible for the theft of your own jewels?”

She had never expected him to pull a shiny golden pocket watch on her.

“You are very much mistaken, aren’t you my child?”

“Yes... I am very much mista-”

DESYCHRONISATION

The Cadet had looked away.

White static floated by her vision as the memory of London rewound itself to an earlier state.

Every instinct she possessed screamed that she should have looked away in that moment, but she still regretted it.

Enzio Capelli’s voice had just sounded so…

She mentally kicked herself. No! She regretted not fulfilling the mission! She didn’t regret cutting off such a perfect commanding voice!

This situation was wrong.

The entire memory felt contaminated.

Yet after loading the memory again, the Animus returned her to that moment. When the golden pocket watch started to sway before Evie's eyes.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

The moment the watch appeared to bring her deeper, she forced her mind’s eye elsewhere.

She thought about the rustle of nearby hedges. The distant sound of carriage wheels. The smell of damp British grass. Surely Evie had done something to break out of this mental hold?

DESYNCHRONISATION.

She clicked her tongue as the memory rewound once more. Even thinking about something else was forcing an error.

“Mr Enzio Capelli I assume? So you’re responsible for the theft of your own jewels?” asked Evie.

“You are very much mistaken, aren’t you my child?”

“Yes... I am very much mistaken...”

Because Evie Frye had not thought about London in that moment.

She had been enraptured.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

“Very much mistaken. And now you are so very, very tired, aren’t you?”

“Yes… I’m very, very tired…”

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

DESYNCHRONISATION.

When Evie yawned, the motion of her jaw caused the Cadet to lose focus for just a single moment.

That white static shattered her yet again, and she could feel the yearning pull to return back to that peaceful swinging of his watch once more. But that same yearning made her fearful that she was losing herself to that blasted ticking.

The memory restarted very quickly, back to the swinging again.

The Cadet knew she had to keep looking for the way that Evie may have gotten out. Maybe she focused on Enzio’s face instead of the watch?

“You are very much mistaken, aren’t you my child?”

She tried to focus on him. A glint in his eye. That ridiculous curl of his moustache. The slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. Anything! Anything but the watch.

DESYNCHRONISATION.

“Mr Enzio Capelli I assume? So you’re responsible for the theft of your own jewels?”

“You are very much mistaken, aren’t you my child?”

“Yes... I am very much mistaken...”

His hat!

DESYNCHRONISATION.

“Very much mistaken. And now you are so very, very tired, aren’t you?”

Her weapons!

DESYNCHRONISATION.

“Yes… I’m very, very tired…”

Again.

And again.

And again.

This is what she’d spent the whole week doing. The Cadet had tried to fight the history baked into her own genealogy to no avail.

Evie had looked at the watch, therefore the Animus demanded that she look at that endlessly swinging watch. Every attempt to resist merely rewound the moment back to when Evie first became obsessed with Enzio’s hypnotic temper. Maintaining her own thoughts was simply judged too historically inaccurate for the memory to continue. Her mind had to think about the sway, and the Animus wasn’t taking no for an answer.

The machine she’d strapped herself into wasn't interested in what she wanted, only what Evie had done.

And Evie watched the watch.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

And then, the moment she knew she should fight back, the Cadet’s mind began to follow along with the sway on its own accord.

“Mr Enzio Capelli I assume? So you're responsible for the theft of your own jewels?”

“You are very much mistaken, aren’t you my child?”

“Yes... I am very much mistaken...”

The Animus didn't track failed synchronisations, at least not where she could see them. How many times had she done this now? Twenty times? Fifty? A hundred?

How many times had she been so foolish to look anywhere but the watch?

How many times had she been so very much mistaken?

“Very much mistaken. And now you are so very, very tired, aren’t you?”

She could recite the conversation to this point from memory.

But beyond this was new. It excited her. But not enough to look away from the sway of Enzio Capelli’s watch.

Left.

Right.

Tick.

Tock.

Left.

Right.

Tick.

Tock.

Something inside her relaxed.

Just a little.

SYNCHRONISATION: 14.4%

“Yes… I’m very, very tired…” she said, not reciting Evie’s words but answering earnestly now.

“Good. You are a good girl, Evie Frye,” he grinned, speaking in that thick Italian accent that The Cadet was so addicted to now. Being called a good girl by such a powerful voice just made her feel so special, a shiver running down her spine. “And good girls look deeper and deeper, even when they’re so sleepy, don’t they?”

Evie and The Cadet nodded, a quiet smile spreading, eyes struggling to stay open yet refused to blink as they looked at the watch sway back and forth, “Yesss.”

He bridged the gap between them. Keeping his pocket watch swaying in front of her eyes, but encircling her body like a snake trapping their prey. They didn’t mind, as long as they were a good girl watching deeper, what did it matter? Enzio’s hand cupped firm English cheeks through thick Victorian clothing. The touch only making The Cadet’s heart race a little faster, and her eyes look even deeper.

“Such a fine specimen. I want you to accomplish a little job for me, Evie Frye. I would have had you steal for me and then turn yourself into the police, but if you can steal ten pieces of jewellery and return them to my abode, then I shall reward you to dive even deeper into this swing. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want nothing more than to dive deeper into my hypnosis. Say yes sir if you agree.”

Deeper? There was an even deeper level of focus? It was so peaceful to watch the sway. It made her so sleepy. The Cadet couldn’t help but feel so excited by that idea… but was that Evie’s excitement, or her own?

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl. Return to me, then I will see if you are worthy to become mine.”

Had the Cadet the wherewithal to focus, she may have noticed a new popup on her Animus HUD after Enzio dropped his watch. Unfortunately she was too desperate to see that sway again to see it.

NEW: ENZIO CAPELLI MISSION
Steal 10 items [0/10 complete]
SYNCHRONISATION: 23.2%

---

The first time she arrived uninvited, she stood at the open window for a long time.

Evie’s hands were full. Pockets heavier than they should have been.

She should have ran. Returned the items in her arms back to their owners and thrown a knife into Capelli’s back when he least expected it. Even Evie knew this. Deep down she knew.

But her mind was too deeply wanting to make her move. Instead she stood perfectly still in Enzio’s apartment awaiting the moment she’d stare at that watch again.

The door opened and it made their collective heart thump in their chest.

Enzio was already grinning as he entered his own apartment. “You’re early,” he said softly. Locking his door behind him while chuckling, “Beat me back here!”

Evie stood perfectly still.

He waltzed over to her, inspecting her haul one at a time. Wallets stuffed with cash, necklaces made from the finest pearls, she’d done very well. He clicked at his table, and Evie immediately unloaded her stolen items upon its breadth. “Good girl.”

Another shiver ran up her spine, “Thank you, sir.”

“I think ‘master’ is more appropriate now, isn’t it?” he sneered. A small flicker of doubt twitched in her eye before he suddenly produced his pocket watch once more, “Here you go, dear. Feel free to go as deep as you can into the sway.”

And there it was.

The watch.

Already moving left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Evie exhaled without realizing she had been holding her breath.

The tension in her shoulders loosened. Relief and pleasure seemed to swell in her heart the deeper she stared.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Pure bliss.

No worries. No problems. No Assassins, or templars, or annoying brothers, or the fate of the world.

Just left.

And right.

Tick.

Tock.

Stopped.

“Of course, there is one way to go even deeper.”

“What is it?” The Cadet could feel her own desperation as soon as he said so. His eyebrow went up, and she felt so ashamed at her own foolishness, “What is the method, master?”

The Cadet's desperation was palpable, her entire being yearning for that simple, blissful surrender to the watch's rhythm. Enzio's smirk widened as he noticed her eagerness, his eyes gleaming with predatory delight.

“The method, my dear Evie,” he purred, stepping closer until his body nearly pressed against hers. “Is complete and total submission. Not just of your mind, but of your body as well.”

She was ready. So very ready. She opened her eyes wide to receive and reciprocate as fully as she-

DESYNCHRONISATION.

Then an error, pausing that lovely sway.

What had happened? Had she not given in hard enough? Was Evie somehow more devoted to the Master than she was? It was impossible!

The memory replayed right to that moment, with The Cadet struggling to understand what had changed until…

Evie grit her teeth, hissing at Enzio, “I… will not… be your slave!”

Ah.

It was impossible.

Because Evie Frye had not given in harder, she had resisted.

The desync had occurred because the Cadet had lost her way, when Evie had found herself in the madness.

As humiliating as it was to be the one who mentally fell, it was also a wake up call for the Cadet. She recentered. Took a moment to breathe. Of course a master assassin like Evie had managed to find a way out of this, she just had been surprised during the initial encounter. The momentary clamp around her senses didn’t mean that Evie was completely gone. The Cadet needed to find a similar resolve and fight her way through this bizarre mental conditioning.

Evie fell forwards, finally forcing her mind to reattach control of her muscles, but only enough to stumble into the table of goods she’d stolen.

Despite a look of panic on his face for a moment, her captor smirked at her struggle. “Oh? Is that so?” Enzio sneered when she shot a glare at him over her shoulder, still waving that illustrious watch in front of her eyes back and forth. Back and forth. “And yet your eyes are so very much intrigued by my pocketwatch, correct?”

“C-cor-” Evie bit her lip hard to fight the words escaping her mouth.

Her hands found something in the treasure. A small engraved knife from a retired soldier she’d pickpocketed. Still sharp despite years of service, she unsheathed the blade, ready to throw it right in Enzio’s neck.

But in that moment she still needed to look his way. And her eyes still wanted to look at the watch.

“Miss.”

Evie wasn’t sure what stung more, the fact that the command was so casual, that it had worked, or that she’d missed her chance to easily kill the man as the knife landed in the far wall.

In the end, she couldn’t decide. Mostly because her jaw went slack, her mind became fogged, and her eyes continued to watch the golden item swing back and forth. Back and forth.

The Animus wasn’t desynching, despite how many tumultuous emotions the Cadet was feeling, meaning Evie was struggling with this as much as she was.

After managing to finally close her eyes Evie snarled like a rabid dog, letting her hidden blade loose, “I will kill you.”

Enzio just shrugged, “Legs like jelly. Weak as a kitten.”

“What?”

“Legs like jelly. Weak as a kitten.”

“That won’t work!” she hissed, eyes still closed as she darted forwards. There was no way it would work without

“Legs. Like. Jelly.” she fell to the floor. Looking at his much stronger legs in stunned silence. Her useless muscles just flailing beneath her… but still within striking distance of her blade! “Weak. As. A. Kitten.” The blade didn’t even pierce his clothes. She could not find the strength to push it into him, like all of her power had left her with just a few simple commands.

She panted in confusion and rage, unable to stop Enzio from disarming her wrist gauntlets like a stern parent took a butter knife from a child. “H… how…?”

“Your mind is already mine, Evie Frye,” said Enzio, so matter of factly it felt like a simple banal truth as he spoke it. Placing her gauntlets on his prize table before walking on to the corner of the room, “And though you may not see the sway, you always hear the tick, tock. Tick, tock.”

A grandfather clock. The hypnotic sound of his rhythmic patter was affecting her twice as hard thanks to both sets of ticking. She hadn’t noticed it on her way in thanks to being solely focused on seeing the swing again, but she could hear it now. Just a millisecond out of sync. T-tick, t-tock. Each tick attempting to drain her mind of all thought, and each tock… doing… something… else…

SYNCHRONISATION: 38.5%

The Cadet was feeling the struggle too. Her mind emptying along with Evie’s, her breathing quickly becoming one with the ticks and tocks as they both hung there in near suspended animation, staring at him as the repetitive ticking grew like a virus in their brains.

And then Enzio got his pocketwatch back out.

“Why do you resist, Evie Frye?” he asked. The pocket watch was spinning perfectly in place, as if the lack of sway was a taunt. “Why do you resist when it feels so good to submit?”

“I… I…” She couldn’t find the reason why. Evie just wanted the watch to sway.

“You thought you wanted to resist, but you were mistaken.”

Evie bit her lip, trying to not agree emphatically with his words.

“Such respectable willpower. It will make my victory taste ever sweeter,” Enzio chuckled. His pocketwatch still spun in place, its center staying perfectly still in space while it rotated. He noted just how much her eye was twitching while looking at the watch, “Perhaps we can reach an understanding, Evie Frye. May we negotiate? Surely there is something you want from me, correct?”

“...yes.” She agreed.

Mental freedom, use of her legs back, his death. That’s what she wanted… right?

“Ah! An understanding is reached already! As you see, there is something I’d like from you as well,” he smiled, “Reaching an understanding is good, correct?”

“Yes… reaching an understanding is good…” she nodded. It made sense, they were civilised, and she’d always believed that agreements could be reached.

“So you’ll give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want. Is that acceptable?”

Part of her knew it was a trap, but that part of her kept getting pushed backwards by that incessant ticking of the grand clock, as if the voice couldn’t yell loud enough through the brain fog. “Yes… I will give you what you want…”

“How grand. All I want is your undying submissive loyalty. You’ll give me that, correct?” he smirked.

Evie’s eyes twitched. It seemed so reasonable, surely she’d give him something like that, right? “You…”

“Ah yes! You want something from me!” he agreed, “Now, what is it you want? Freedom? Or to look deeper into my pocketwatch as it sways back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.”

Just the reminder of that time she got to watch the watch felt like a dream she wished to return to.

“What is it you want, Evie Frye? Freedom, or the watch?”

“I…” Freedom! Freedom! FREE-! “The watch…”

Ezio smiled like a fox finding the henhouse key, “An agreement is made. I shall receive your loyalty, and you… get to look at the hypnotic sway of my pocketwatch.”

She nodded, feeling happy with the exchange. He rewarded his new pet by lightly shaking the pocketwatch back and forth, earning a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Her eyes were both drooping and so focused, with a slackness in her jaw not befitting such a strong independent Victorian woman.

To reinforce his command, he returned to a previous order she’d yet to follow through on, “You thought you wanted to resist, but you were mistaken.”

“I thought I wanted to resist… but I was mistaken…” she hummed, barely acknowledging the impact of her own words as they seeped into her malleable brain.

“I have your submissive loyalty. Submission feels good. The more submissive you are, the better you feel,” he spoke truth. Evie knew that, as she was feeling better already. “You wish to stare deeper and deeper. The deeper you stare, the more submissive you shall become. A good girl like you is submissive.”

Still splayed onto the floor, eyes barely able to blink, they were so locked in on the watch, yet Evie felt so relaxed and submissive, “Yes… I will stare deeper…”

“Good girl,” Enzio purred. “The more submissive you feel, the more aroused I permit you to feel. The sway of my watch is making you look deeper. Your mind emptying of all thoughts except how aroused and submissive you feel. So very aroused.”

“Yes… very aroused…” said Evie.

“Every swing of my watch shall send a surge of pleasure through you. Feel the way it makes your nipples harden, and your vagina feel wet. Squishy. Hot.”

“Yesss…”

Both women felt their bodies react to his words like he was commanding their biology itself. Their nipples became unbearably hard to the point that the rubbing against cloth while breathing was too much. Two pairs of panties in two different decades became sodden instantly, with each swing sending more juice to spread down their thighs. The pleasure per sway was incredible. Why did they try to fight this?

“Hotter. More aroused.” he repeated, “Your body is building to its release. Each swing of my watch makes your insides quiver, clench, and ache. Building. Building. Your upcoming orgasm is growing so large, you can feel it bubbling up.”

Evie was panting hard, each sway made her shiver now, and a huge ball of stress was pressing against her womb as she felt her nerve endings inflame all over. It didn’t even matter to her that he was touching her face now, “Yes… yes I can feel it!”

“You can only orgasm if I permit it. Would you like to cum, my pet?” he whispered into her ear.

“Yes! Please!”

“No.”

“W-wha-?”

“It was not part of our deal. A little bit of punishment to make you learn that resistance has consequences. Good girls don’t try to kill their masters,” he hissed. The tempo of his swinging increased just enough to make Evie stay completely entranced in it despite the trapped orgasm. “You are stuck on the edge until I think you have proven your submissiveness. Say ‘yes master’ if you understand.”

“...” The Cadet nearly ruined the simulation again by wanting to yell the words from her soul, but she caught herself to follow with Evie’s thoughts of minor rebellion before nodding. “...yes master.”

“Good girl.”

SYNCHRONISATION: 49.9%

Enzio stood back up, standing directly in front of Evie. “You are focused on the watch. Your eyes are locked onto the sway.” he said, still smirking while Evie echoed back his commands. “But you notice something in the corner of your eye. Each swing is taking place in front of something bulging. Something long and hard you wish to devote yourself to.”

Evie nodded. She did notice it. With her special assassin vision mirroring that of an eagle, she could keep her eyes locked on the watch while sensing the exact size and shape of Enzio’s cock from within his pants. Just looking at it made her feel so submissive and aroused, and the idea of devoting herself to it sounded so right in her head.

“You need it, don’t you?” he asked, and she quickly nodded again. “Yes, my pet. The thought of it filling you up is a carnal need for a woman like you. Your mouth feels empty without the knowledge of what it tastes like, and your pussy feels incomplete without it stretching your aching walls. It is your salvation from this unbearable heat you feel.”

Evie Frye whimpered. “I want it… p-please…”

“Stand up.”

Without hesitation she obeyed, finding the jellyness of her legs had faded to allow her to obey. She stood to attention and Enzio brought the watch up to accommodate.

His fingers once more traced the curve of her jawline, sending shivers through both Evie and the Cadet experiencing this memory. “Remove your gloves.” they hit the floor within the second. “Good. Now... unbutton your coat. Slowly.”

This continued until Evie was totally naked before Enzio, each piece of clothing that came undone felt like another layer of resistance melting away. Weapons discarded, she stood perfectly still awaiting his judgement.

“Beautiful. What a stunning creature you are,” Enzio whispered, tracing his fingers down her collar bone to admire the freckled woman’s skin. Just his touch was enough to make her breath hitch, still standing to attention while he waved his pocketwatch for her. It took everything she had to stop her body from cumming when he harshly pinched her nipple. He nodded at her commitment to not orgasm without his permission, “Hmm. Good. Tell me, what are you?”

“I am an assassin,” she replied, caring little for that old life right now.

“...that does explain the fascinating blade you hid,” he said, stroking his beard in thought. “But it is incorrect. Tell me the truth, what are you?”

The twinge of guilt in her stomach at being wrong for just a moment hurt her, but thankfully she understood what he truly meant. “I am yours.”

“Good girl. You have earned the right to blow me, Evie Frye.”

“Thank you, master,” she whispered, falling down to the floor.

The pocketwatch ceased its movements, retreating back into his sleeve like a yo-yo. He didn’t need to tell her she’d see it again after a good job, as she instinctively knew already. Enzio pulled his boxers down, allowing the member Evie had been dreaming all her life for to spring free in front of her face. She moaned at the sight and smell, feeling so proud to have earned the right to blow her master.

The Cadet felt a surge of both humiliation and excitement as Evie’s tongue flicked against the leaky piss slit and tasted his precum, looking up at Enzio with complete devotion. The position felt both wrong and utterly right at the same time. Had she any thoughts but that of her master she may have worried about how much pussy juice the Animus could take before breaking, but thankfully she did not need to think anymore. The taste of Enzio’s manly cock leapt through time and made her heart flutter with happiness.

SYNCHRONISATION: 65.7%

Evie was careful with her sucking at first, both because she was too happy/horny to divulge too quickly and because she wanted to impress her master with her skills. An assassin kept a watchful eye at all times, like the amount of twitching her master would do when she licked a certain way.

Her tongue made grand sweeps around his prick while she kept her lips firmly sucked on his shaft, making circles around his cockhead to clean her master thoroughly.

“Yes… good girl…” Enzio puffed, “Do a good enough job and I may permit you to swallow my seed.”

Part of her knew that the reward meant nothing and that she still had the power to kill this man, but it was thoroughly drowned by the ticking grandfather clock and the edging pleasure her body was trapped in. Right now a stomach full of cum sounded positively spiffing.

Without the fear of shame holding her back, Evie could be as messy and lewd as she needed to be to pleasure Enzio. With her cheeks concaving inwards she sucked as hard and as fast as she could. Bobbing back and forth with spittle spraying everywhere, his nicely sized prick poking at her throat.

With how hard his slave sucked, it wasn’t long before Enzio found his body responding to her desires.

He grabbed her hair and plunged deep into Evie’s throat, “Haa…! T-take it, my new pet! RAHH!”

Jizm flooded her stomach, having to swallow rope after rope before stepping back and smearing the last of his orgasm across her face. Evie’s heart was hammering in her chest. She was clawing at the wooden floorboards to hold her orgasm back, wanting so desperately to be given access to her own climax.

It was infuriating. Stuck with a mouthful of her master’s semen and not being able to… wait, her ‘master’? Was… was that right? This panting fool with his limp prick looming over her?

Surely feeling this pent up… she should just stroke herself and cum already. Right?

The spark of rebellion was rising in Evie’s mind. The Cadet could feel it, feeling just as sexually frustrated, and somehow with the taste of a mouthful of cum in 2015.

Evie’s hand crawled towards her gushing pussy lips.

If she could cum. If she could orgasm without needing input from the hypnotist… then she’d be free. The Cadet could feel it. The tide was turning in Evie’s favour. Her finger only an inch from her throbbing clito-

The pocketwatch appeared again.

“Swallow, then you have my permission to cum, Evie Frye.”

Oh yes, that’s why she had a master. He was a merciful benevolent god that only demanded her complete submission.

Evie’s fingers curled outwards away from her slit as she immediately obeyed Enzio, swallowing the last of his jizz and climaxing on the spot. The orgasm that could have freed her instead was the seal upon her fate. A baptism of pleasure that enraptured her whole body, and only permitted from her master’s glory.

A silent scream ran through her as her body convulsed repeatedly. Her juices squirted outwards from her spread legs, covering her old discarded clothes and up to spray her master’s feet. It lasted a full minute. Perhaps- …no, definitely the greatest climax of her life. All while she got to stare deeper at the watch going left and right, left and right.

The Animus was also dealing with a heavy spray of juice. The Cadet was watching just as enraptured by her master’s true skills as a hypnotist. Had she not been so in the role of Evie, she’d be very jealous that her stomach wasn’t actually full of her master’s seed.

SYNCHRONISATION: 80.0%

Evie very slowly came down, seeing her master’s pipe rise again from her sexy display of submission. She panted at him, “Thank you… thank you, master…”

“Good girl,” he repeated, still waving the watch. “Equisite work, I must say. Now, crawl to my bedroom. That is where you will receive your true reward.”

As Evie began to crawl across the floor, the Cadet felt a strange detachment mixed with intense arousal. Even though there was no sign of the pieces of eden yet, the historical accuracy was undeniable. This had truly happened to her ancestor. But the raw sexuality of the moment, the complete submission and surrender, was stirring something deep within her own psyche as well.

It wasn’t a very large apartment. One bedroom, and it wasn’t particularly well kept. An image of Evie in a wedding outfit servicing all of her master’s needs flashed in her mind, though she didn’t want to get too ahead of herself it also made her very happy.

When they reached the bedroom, Enzio pointed. “On your back. Spread your legs. Show me how completely you belong to me now.”

Evie complied without hesitation, her body moving with practiced grace despite her trembling. The Cadet still felt every sensation as if it were her own, still believed that the submissive actions she was taking were her own. To her, lying on the cold bedsheets and spreading her pink pussy for her master was just as real as Evie’s.

SYNCHRONISATION: 88.3%

“I am yours, master.” They said in unison, “Please treat your pet in any way you choose. I exist to serve you.”

Enzio smiled, enjoying the way she was looking at his swinging nuts like she had the pocketwatch. He placed his cock against her still boiling pussy lips. Her pleasure had barely dipped from the edging state he’d left her in. Just feeling her master against her was enough to send ripples of bliss up her body.

Maybe he should have cut her off now. Abandoned this little pet project before an army of assassins came knocking on his door. It wouldn’t take much to wave his pocketwatch and make her forget all of this. But something about the girl had him almost as enraptured as she was with him. She’d been so determined to kill him, yet those same angry eyes now looked at him with pure devoted love. It was too twisted to not take full advantage of.

He stripped down nude, taking the chance to let her gaze upon his pocketwatch one last time. “Evie Frye, do you swear to be mine? To dedicate your life and lineage to my whims?”

The ancestral pair nodded as one, barely able to contain their happiness, “I do, master.”

“Belissimo, my pet. You've earned this," he said, his voice thick with desire as he began to plunge forwards into her depths. Still waving his pocketwatch to finalise all the feelings she was swelling with. “No matter what happens, you’ll always be mine.”

“YES!” they screamed together. That empty feeling in their pussy finally evaporating the further he delved into her cunt. “YES! YES! MASTER!”

SYNCHRONISATION: 94.5%

It was messy and loud, and they quickly lost themselves to the rhythm of passion.

His hands explored every inch of her body as the watch continued to swing from one hand, mesmerizing her completely. The Cadet lost track of where Evie's desires ended and her own began, the lines between ancestor and descendant blurring into a single overwhelming need for surrender and pleasure.

Enzio's kiss deepened as he slammed into Evie harder. Her legs wrapping around his torso as his tongue claimed Evie's mouth with a dominance that made the Cadet's own body arch in response.

He may not have known it, but he was making two women fall completely and utterly in love with him with each thrust into Evie’s pussy. The Cadet could only look on through Evie’s enraptured blue eyes at the man who had always deserved to own her body, even if he lived so many years in the past. This man, no doubt also her ancestor considering how Evie’s womb was descending for him, deserved all the world’s riches and women. Her master. A true legend of a man. She was so happy to have been able to live through Evie to experience him in his prime like this, and the pleasure he was sending through time to make her pussy quiver in bliss.

Evie thrust back just as hard as Enzio could. She clenched her gushing pussy tightly, trying to make it clear that it would always be pleasured and welcome in her owned cunt.

He groped at her tits, nibbling at her ear while his moustache tickled her skin, and yet all Evie could do was scream out encouraging begs for more.

“Mine,” Enzio growled, moving at a steady rhythm that matched both tick and tock of the grandfather clock. “All mine!”

“All yours!” Evie affirmed.

“All yours, forever!” The Cadet screamed out into her empty safehouse.

Maybe the Animus would have desynched her for the slightly incorrect outburst, if not having reached 99% synchronisation of this specific memory already.

The three were lost in lust together. Each thrust pushed them all higher, the Cadet having lost all sense of where she ended and Evie began. The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, both of them desperate for release but still waiting for permission.

“P-please!” Evie choked out, tears of pleasure and submission streaming down her face as she felt his orgasm approaching. “Master, please let me cum with you!”

“Do it then!” he roared, plunging deep into her as fast as his hips could handle, “Open your womb and become my pet AND broodmare, Evie Frye!”

“YES! YES! YEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!”

The command released something deep within both of them, pleasure exploding through their bodies in waves that seemed to last a thousand lifetimes. The Cadet felt Evie's convulsions as her own, her cries of release mingling with her ancestor's until they were indistinguishable. Each rope of cum filling Evie’s womb felt like another nail in the coffin of her psyche, devoting her life to the sexy hypnotist that filled her so perfectly.

As the aftershocks subsided, Enzio fell to the bed and pulled Evie into his arms. The Cadet felt a strange sense of peace mixed with lingering arousal, her body still humming with sensation.

WARNING. SYNCHRONISIZATION: 104.7% BLEEDING EFFECT ESCALATION IMMINENT. DISENGAGE IMMEDIATELY.

But even as the warning flashed, Enzio's voice murmured in her ear, “Sleep now, my little assassin pet. When you wake, you'll be even more mine than you can believe…”

The Cadet felt her consciousness drifting, the line between 1868 and 2015 blurring until she could no longer tell which reality she belonged to...

---

1868-1874: The Transformation

In the weeks following her complete surrender to Enzio Capelli, Evie became his shadow. The fierce Assassin who had once roamed London's rooftops was replaced by a devoted companion who moved with silent grace through Enzio's new luxurious apartments that she helped him procure. Her days were filled with serving his needs. Be that preparing his meals, maintaining his wardrobe, or warming his bed each night with a hungry smile.

Jacob's attempts to rescue her came one rainy evening in October. He'd tracked her to Enzio's residence and scaled the walls with practiced ease, slipping through an open window into the sitting room where Evie was arranging flowers.

“Evie!” he hissed, relief in his tone as he grabbed at her wrist. “Where the bloody hell have you been, you daft girl? I've been searching everywhere for you. We need to go. Now.”

She'd simply turned from her task, expression placid as she removed her wrist from his grip. “I belong here, brother. With master.”

The word ‘master’ had struck Jacob like a physical blow. “What has he done to you, Evie? This isn't you!”

"This is the truest version of me," she'd replied, advancing with the fluid grace of a predator. "I’ve found peace and belonging, and if you don’t see that you can leave. Master does not appreciate unannounced visitors.”

His eyes tightened, looking past her to try and see if there were any clues to Enzio’s current location. “...I see. Sounds like a proper bloke that deserves a brother’s blessing. Maybe I’ll visit-”

Before Jacob could react, Evie had disarmed him with movements so swift they seemed impossible. Knives stabbed into his shoulders at the precise location to not harm him forever, but to render his hands as nothing more than dangling swaying meat.

“Never threaten him, or I will kill you, Jacob. Understand?”

Hurt, betrayed, the confrontation ended with Jacob fleeing into the night, wounded both physically and emotionally, leaving behind the sister he no longer recognized.

---

1874: The Starrick Gala

The invitation to Crawford Starrick's grand ball arrived on expensive parchment, an event Enzio couldn't resist attending as a newly prominent member of London society. He dressed Evie in an exquisite burgundy gown that contrasted beautifully with her pale freckled skin, the golden pocket watch tucked into his waistcoat as always.

“You will remain by my side,” he instructed as their carriage approached the lavish mansion.

She nodded, happy to be of service. “Of course, master.”

The gala was exactly as Evie thought it would be: opulent to excess. London's elite gathered to fawn over the Grand Master. She watched with detached interest as Starrick danced with Queen Victoria, his fingers deftly lifting the key to the Shroud of Eden from the monarch's person.

When her twin arrived she did note that Jacob was looking haggard but determined, with a Mr. Henry Green beside him. They had approached her on the dance floor where she rubbed herself against her master, yet had said nothing to her. And to be fair, Evie felt nothing bar a mild curiosity when they angrily and sadly walked off respectively. They were simply strangers from a life she no longer claimed.

Enzio had his own scheme that Evie was assisting with. They’d found the Queen and her guard surprisingly easy to hypnotise, allowing Enzio to make plenty of business arrangements to keep his life in luxury for the foreseeable future. Queen Victoria had ‘allowed’ the studly hypnotist use of her bed for the entire gala, able to call upon any of the women he desired to do as he wished with. Enzio obviously took her up on the matter, while Evie stood watch alongside London’s elite guard.

When Starrick made his escape to the vault beneath the palace, the entire gala erupted into chaos. A rumbling beneath the royal palace that threatened to disrupt Enzio’s good time, with light flashing out from the secret garden. “Deal with the light show.” he casually ordered, currently balls deep within the Duchess of Wellington after she’d been called up to the room.

Evie and the guard had quickly set off, following the disturbance to its source. Jacob and Henry were engaging Starrick directly, but with the power of the Shroud it was making him nearly invincible. He easily dispatched the beefeaters that Evie had brought, leaving her to sneak into the shadows instead.

Between the three assassins, with Evie working exclusively beyond the sight of Starrick, they managed to subdue and disarm the would-be tyrant. Jacob drove his blade into the weakened Grand Master, and Evie watched as the Shroud of Eden was placed back in its vault before being buried under rubble. Never to threaten her master’s safety or fun again.

It would be the last time she’d see her brother, and she didn’t care to utter a single word to him.

---

1874-1914: The Legacy of the Broodmare Bodyguard: Evie Frye

The final years of Evie's life passed in comfortable servitude.

She had found peace in servitude. A comfortable promise to be sure of herself in all endeavours, never wavering from the belief that she had found her one true calling. And even if she had such silly thoughts, her husband still treated her to occasional shakes of his pocketwatch just to amuse himself.

The only times she ever left his side was to give birth to his offspring. Five young men sprung from her loins over the course of her life. It was far from Enzio’s only children, as he had spread his seed to many a hypnotised woman that Evie had helped him secure. They’d always seen the light of true happiness by the end. Even the husbands, who offered to raise Enzio’s children like the lesser men they were.

She watched her sons grow into men who served their father's interests, their Assassin heritage redirected toward protecting Enzio's expanding business empire. The pocket watch remained her constant companion, its swing a comforting rhythm that marked the passing days.

The Animus was speeding through Evie’s life now. It struggled to compute when days blended together for someone in perfect bliss, as it preferred major events.

There was only one left for Evie. The death of her husband. Ninety years old, and though they’d said their goodbyes on a content life of conquest and happiness, it still left her heartbroken. She lasted only one week without him before passing away too, happy in the knowledge she’d join him again soon.

Leaving the Cadet all alone.

“SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE,” the system announced. “MEMORY SEQUENCE STABLE. EXITING MACHINE.”

---

2015 London had felt wrong immediately.

Too loud.

Too bright.

Without him.

She had awoken in a world without him.

It tore her up inside to remember her life. The cruelty of existence without her master nearly sent her into an existential crisis.

She had been Evie Frye up into her dying moment, forever caring for her master.

But the Cadet had lived.

She had time. She had life. And despite his power, even the great Enzio Capelli could not fight the entropic nature of all things. He was long buried, and she had felt true despair at that moment. A life without her master. He never even knew he had her undying love.

The Cadet wept.

Her heart was just as broken as Evie’s had been, yet with no lifetime of happiness to remember him by. Even the flashes of his face in the corner of her eye brought her little comfort.

What she wouldn’t give to see that pocketwatch swing one more time.

Despite the thundering rain outside, the cadet could hear the sounds of stomping feet rushing towards her location, and it made her stomach twist in rage. Even logging on to live it all again would be stopped. The assassins needed their Shroud of Eden, and unless she killed them all they would never stop in trying to free her from the Animus.

What would Enzio do?

“Your body belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me. Your entire lineage belongs to me.”

Lineage.

Evie Frye was her ancestor, but maybe, just maybe…

She’d used the Animus’ database to find out exactly where she needed to be. Logging off of the machine one last time before climbing out the window and climbing the damp brickery.

But first, she needed to find a certain shop.

---

“Where did she go?!”

“I don’t know!”

“What about the-?!”

“Yes. We know where the piece of Eden is, but the Cadet just bolted out the door when all of Evie’s memory was synchronised!”

“I can’t get a hold of her. She’s completely off grid.”

“Was she taken?”

“No sign of struggle. Whatever this was, she did it willingly.”

“We don’t have any bloody time to go get our runaway! You have the location for the piece, so let’s go!”

“Sean’s an ass, but he’s right. We need to go.”

“I know… but I feel like I’m losing the one chance to go save her…”

“Hey, if we have the full sync on Evie’s life we can figure it out later. You can experience whatever is on those memories that sent our Cadet running.”

“Okay… yeah, let’s go.”

---

“Fucking bullshit!”

Freddie Capelli slammed his desk angrily, probably annoying the cantankerous neighbour below him but without a care for the old bat in the slightest. It was another day, with another bunch of cucks that didn’t know how to play league worth a damn.

His pudgy fingers reached forwards and told them as such. Giving them exactly the kind of text thrashing a 2015 internet would allow.

Without caring about their limp dicked response, he logged off and stretched out.

He’d generated plenty of rage bait clips to use for his next YouTube vid. How he managed to keep this tiny apartment off just those views was beyond him, but he wasn’t going to shirk away from getting to play league all the time as a day job.

Even if he was just living in a single room with a desk, bed, and kitchen all in one space. One day a real woman would appreciate him smartly living in such a confined if messy pad all by himself, making a living off taunting idiot cucks online. One day. But until then he thought he’d just whack the rat before bed.

Tap Tap Tap!

“Huh?”

He looked towards his front door. He hadn’t ordered pizza subconsciously again, had he?

Wait… that noise wasn’t coming from the door.

Tap Tap Tap!

Freddie turned slowly, seeing the light of the street lamp illuminate a shadowy figure behind his curtain.

“What the hell?!” he exclaimed, tumbling back off his chair. His apartment was on the third floor, yet this person was seemingly crouching on his windowsill, “F-fuck off! I mean it! I’ll call the cops!”

But the figure didn’t move.

Instead it simply placed its hand on the glass. Silently waiting.

He gulped, noticing how strangely slender the intruder was. If they wanted in, they would probably have done it by now. Curiosity getting the better of him as he reached out and shifted the ratty curtain out of the way.

Only to be hit with the sight of a dripping wet woman in a trenchcoat and lingerie, staring longingly at him.

Her face was slightly obscured, but he could tell how fit her body was under the beautiful white wedding style lace. Birthing hips, flat stomach, and massive honkers, just how he said he liked girls on his dating profile. Freddie was stunlocked and dick driven into opening the window almost immediately, letting the rain and woman in simultaneously.

“Thank you, for letting me in,” said the Cadet, fighting the urge to drop the M word too quickly.

“Uh, sure…” he replied, awkwardly staring at this bizarre woman who had shown up at his high rise apartment in the middle of the night. She simply stared back at him, a bizarre look of reverence that no one had ever given him before, “Can I… help you…?”

“A towel would be great,” she replied, pointing at the one at the end of his bed, “May I use that one?”

He shook his head, “Nah, I jizz in that one constantly. Let me get you a bet-”

“May I use that one?”

He looked between her and the crusty cloth. Never had a woman ever even wanted to reciprocate a hand hold to Freddie. Now this one wanted to dry herself off with his jizz rag? What kinda virgin would ever say no? “...go for it?”

The Cadet had scooped it up in a second. Taking a massive whiff of his towel without even attempting to dry off. Her eyes rolled back and fluttered the longer she breathed in, finally giving up with a large smile on her face.

The smell was just like Enzio’s.

“Uh… like that?”

“Your smell… is divine.” she said, then taking the time to wipe off the excess water with the cum cloth. Taking the time to cover all of her body with his stench, trying to preemptively mark his territory.

“Okay. Who the fuck are you already?”

“My name… is irrelevant now,” said The Cadet. “All you need to know is that I believe we are technically distant cousins.”

He gave her a confused frown, “...family? So, what, you here for money?”

“I am here for you.”

She threw her trenchcoat to the side, revealing her full costume to him without fear of shame. Then she prostrated herself on the small part of the floor able to still be stood on. Between the bed and the desk, amongst the candy wrappers and porn magazines, this once aspiring assassin proudly bowed to the man before her. Her body was a complete bombshell of pure muscle from years of training, if she desired she was able to kill the loser with just two fingers. But she would never harm her master.

“All you must know is your lineage is special, Freddie Capelli. Your bloodline is entitled to owning mine. Everything I am, my body, my soul… they belong to you.”

He smirked, “Heh. Always thought I deserved something big. Glad it was a big tittied chick…”

“I will cook. I will clean. I will suck you off from sunrise to sunset if that is what you desire.” she said, not wanting to raise her head without his permission. “There is but one request I must make before you take all decision making away from me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What’s that?”

“Whenever you think I am a good girl… I request you shake this item back and forth.”

She handed him a golden pocketwatch.