Use the EMP another way (Ending #9: To Love the Woman Behind the Metal)

Tschau had begged you to use whatever means necessary to kill her and put an end to her long suffering of being passed from one manipulative force to another. You understood her sense of hopelessness. After all, even if she'd escaped Russia, even if she somehow escaped the whims of Namaste, it seemed that there was another new Russian faction under the lead of Milaslava that wanted to claim her once again to harness her potential as a super soldier. There seemed to be no end of people lining up to use her.

Still, you couldn't abandon her, not after everything the two of you had been through up to this point. If you had to pick between you, an ordinary agent who'd been assigned to this kind of role for surveillance purposes, and her, a modern-day ninja with skills in stealth and combat, as well as a proven history of supernatural feats, how could you possibly pick preserving your own life? You'd rather die than take her out with the EMP.

"Don't hesitate! Do it, Ciao!" Tschau protested, glaring back at you as you racked your brain for some sort of thought that could get you out of this mess.

If only you were a super-hacker like Despedida, or if just you could contact the girl herself. The girl would have fifty different elegant gadgets appropriate for incapacitating Tschau without killing her. All you had was your own desperate logic and a small set of tools, to counteract Tschau's apparent desire to end herself and Namaste's to kill you as a finale to their twisted game.

You decided to put that brain of yours to work and reasoned things out as best you could. While urging Tschau to remain calm, you asked her: she'd never heard the Machine Voice, right? That was strange, considering even Bortnik had heard it. One would assume that the Machine Voice was transmitted to everyone with the latest cybernetics embedded in their brains, but she, who was the furthest enhanced of all, hadn't heard anything that could be described that way.

"What are you getting at?" Tschau questioned, seeming to regain some of her old trademark skepticism as she lowered her eyebrows impatiently. "Don't get off track with dumb questions. No, I've never heard any voice in my head telling me to do terrorist things."

That meant that the way that Tschau was being controlled was different than how everyone else was receiving instructions. You'd seen Namaste assume direct control a moment ago.

You had to figure out Namaste's identity. This train of thought couldn't go any further without that crucial information. You'd narrowed it down to two possibilities: either your bumbling boss, Goodbye, was the person behind the voice or the technological wizard, Despedida, was. Both of them had been around since the formation of the Goodbye Girls and both of them had access to the kind of technology necessary to pull off such a feat. Neither of them had a motive, but then, Namaste seemed driven more by a sick sense of amusement than any sort of tangible gains. You dared not voice those possibilities, lest the mastermind get restless, but you decided to keep digging with more questions. You asked Tschau if either of the two had ever worked on her prosthetics before.

"Despedida's examined them before, but I never saw her install anything. I do my own self-repairs at night and my cognition remains on a low-power mode, even when I'm asleep. It would be impossible for her to sneak anything in. As for Goodbye, she's never given me anything. As you know, she's worthless."

Harsh, but pretty close to accurate. You asked her to think hard: rather than modifying her cybernetics, was it possible either of them had ever given her some kind of weird gift? Like a drink, for instance... Something that would allow them to feed her a control agent like Bound Blood?

"Goodbye brings sandwiches some times," Tschau grumbled, knowing full well that wasn't the right answer. "Look, we Goodbye Girls aren't the gift giving types. There's no equipment Goodbye could have given me that I couldn't acquire better and more personalized myself. Well..."

Well?

"Despedida did give me my phone a long time ago, right when I joined out. It's custom-designed to work with my fingers, given my condition. I guess you could call that a gift," Tschau admitted. "I use it a lot."

Bingo! Without waiting any longer, you reached into the pocket of her baggy ninja slops, feeling around her hip for what might be the key to all of this. While she griped and complained, seeming a little red-faced at having her pockets invaded, you pulled out the offending item: her smartphone. As she protested harder, you connected the discrete EMP straight on its face, then threw it across the room towards the line of robots.

"You absolute bastard! What the hell?!" Tschau ranted, but you just buried her under the cradle of your arms and hunched your back. Your suspicions were confirmed when a huge explosion went off, sending the two of you flying into the opposite wall so that she landed on top of you, nearly crushing your legs under her own heavy metal ones. Pieces of the machines that had copied Bortnik's designs rained down all around you, while she now lay on top, protecting you from the falling debris by deflecting it with her sword. "Again I ask: why the hell did you do that? You've got ten seconds to respond."

You asked if she'd failed to realize that phones don't normally explode that way under the effect of an EMP.

"... That's a good point, Ciao," she admitted, blushing more heavily at her stupid oversight. "Are you saying the phone was rigged with some sort of trap?"

More than that. You had guessed-- correctly, you think-- that the phone had been given to Tschau as a transmission device that allowed the mastermind to fully control her. If tampered with, it was rigged to explode, destroying Tschau along with any traces that could link back to the one who'd programmed it. You weren't sure if the device acted as some sort of node that the enemy boosted a signal through, if the screen hypnotized her like something out of a bad porno, or what exactly, but whatever the case, the mastermind had counted on her phone addiction. They'd foreseen that Tschau would become addicted to the device and carry it with her everywhere; that would make it the perfect external device to carry the technology, somewhere it wouldn't be found even if she was dissected completely.

Tschau blinked a few times, in disbelief that her servitude under the mastermind could have been induced by something so stupid. You felt blessed relief; the fact that you could finally relax without worrying about her killing you with a stroke of her sword or the mastermind choosing to do so was a massive load off, enough to make you forget about her own weight crushing down on you. The scene was just too odd, with her wordlessly staring into your face as bits of robots smoked and sparked all around you. "Ciao?" she finally spoke, lowering her eyebrows once again.

You were sure this was the part where she revealed that her phone was more important than her life and killed you with a literal knife-edged chop from her mechanical fingers.

"Don't... make this weird, but... I love you," she spoke quietly, while reaching both hands up to fumble with her hood. To your surprise, she lifted it up and off from her bushy white hair, then pulled her mask down. "Can we make love now?" Her breathing quickened as her pink eyes locked onto yours, nearly unblinking. Her lips were parted in a small frown, as she struggled to resist her urge to begin on her own.

You shot a look up at the scientists who were slowly beginning to peek out from the safety box. You weren't so concerned about them, but you reminded Tschau: the one behind Namaste was still out there. You'd pretty much rooted out Despedida as the one behind it all and she'd be freaking out now that she realized you'd learned her identity and Tschau was no longer under her control. This really wasn't the time.

Heedless of your instructions, Tschau began to fumble with your belt buckle. "Ciao... Shut up. I've spent the last half a decade of my life doing whatever Despedida wants me to do and working around her schedule, from what I'm hearing. Just once... Just this one time... Let me choose to do something on my own," Tschau begged you, while lifting her body so that she could yank your trousers down around your legs. Your eyes widened as she began to strip off her loose black ninja garb, starting by opening up the gi at the chest. There wasn't a whole lot revealed; she wore a tight, black mesh underneath and barely had any swell of a chest to speak of. Still, perhaps her bravado in the face of Despedida's oncoming wrath and the team of scientists who would be treated to the show excited you, because you joined her in tearing yourself free of your clothing.

Soon enough you were down to your boxers, while she was down to just a pair of black panties with a white, meowing cat face across the butt. She'd placed the butt in your face, so that your head was framed on either side by her sleek, prosthetic metal legs. She'd never showed those off before; you always thought she was self-conscious about them. Each leg rose about to her pelvis, where it terminated in a sort of doll-like joint with a circular wheel mechanism inside. It felt uncanny to look at, but all the same, you ran your hand up each of them. You knew she couldn't feel your touch along those legs, but you continued anyway, admiring the way the black metal contrasted her own pale flesh.

You were forced to acknowledge something: it wasn't just a need for justice or a desire to live that had led you to your breakthrough against Namaste's manipulation just now. Namaste and Russia weren't the only ones who desired Tschau for their own. You'd wanted her ever since you laid eyes upon her. The things you'd learned up to this point-- her weird hobbies, her prosthesis, that cute pout she put on when she got standoffish-- had only made you desire her more. You didn't just want to be a good handler to her and you had no interest in being her savior. You wanted to be her lover.

With that acknowledgement, you pushed aside the fabric at the groin of her cutesy panties, revealing her wet, pink pussy against the paleness of her flesh. With no shame in the face of a confused team of gasping scientists, you put your face between her legs and began to lick and suck at her most private place.

"D-Dammit, Ciao... You're going to make me look weak in front of everybody," Tschau moaned, clutching her metal fingers hard around your own hips to avoid sliding forward. "I'll show you... I'll make you my bitch in front of all of these people!" It was no secret that she was a bit of an exhibitionist, given her hobbies. Ironic, for a stealth specialist, but that was another part of her you'd come to accept. Apparently, it meant you'd also have to become comfortable with a little wanton self-exposure, as your fellow agent slipped your one remaining garment down past your legs and allowed your erect manhood to stand up in front of all of those people. Shamelessly, she began to run her moist, pink tongue and lips up the throbbing length of your shaft, gasping as she did like one of the porn stars she was always trying to emulate on camera. "... I know I'm pretty cold most of the time, but... I have to admit. You're a really good handler."

You told her that you were thankful for the compliment and, if it made her feel any better, she was the best ninja you'd ever known.

"Not a lot of ninjas would do this kind of thing for you," she joked, looking over her shoulder with a horny smile as she shook her narrow hips, dragging her butt back and forth across your face teasingly. Seeing her smile was new and exciting; you responded by reaching one hand down to push her head back down onto your cock.

The two of you sixty-nining was probably the last thing anyone would expect to see in the hangar, even less likely than all of the destroyed robots laying around. The scientists ought to be leaving, but instead, they all stood around in a ring, unable to hide their interest in the scene and feeling compelled to watch harder, seeing as how one of the legendary Goodbye Girls was nude and inviting them. Tschau seemed to get more and more excited by their eyes.

"This means I beat the other Goodbye Girls, right? You picked me, in the end?" she questioned, grabbing both arms around your legs and pushing her breasts against your lower body as you laid into her pussy harder, licking and smacking.

You told her that was literally what it meant and that you'd show her everything that went along with being the handler's favorite. With great effort, you slid her down and off your body, then clutched one hand to each side of her skinny ass, clapping hold of the metallic parts that connected near her pelvis joints. You finished tearing off her panties, then leaned over her body and then ran kisses up the arch of her back until you reached her neck.

"Y-You know... These prosthesis are actually great for this kind of position. I've thought about it before. I can stay kneeling for a really long time," Tschau explained to you, rubbing her ass up and down your rock-hard cock as though you needed any further provocation. She was still a bit awkward at sexy talk and had a long way to go before she was a true starlet of the fap scene, but somehow, that goofiness of hers just made you want her more. Finally, slowly, you sunk your length into her waiting hole, eclipsing her small body with your own larger one as she giggled and bit onto one metal finger. "Your dick feels so good... I'm really glad I kept my vagina after all those modifications."

You were pretty happy about that too, as you held onto her metal hips for stability and thrust in and out of her most womanly part, causing the small, human part of her body to rock back and forth while the legs stayed completely motionless. You were pretty sure that some of the scientists around the two of you were pulling out their cocks to masturbate to the sight of this; all the better, so long as they were respectful with where they shot the cum. Heck, did you even care about that part any more? The euphoria you felt blinded you to it all, as you leaned far enough forward to kiss Tschau's lips from the side and thrust yourself harder inside of her.

"Don't pull out, Ciao! When you shoot it, shoot it inside of me!" she begged around your smacking lips, while staring with cross-eyed lewdness at your face at close range. "I-I don't know if I can still make babies, but we can try! Please! Cum! Cum already!"

You gripped your fingers tighter into the metal and then lurched forward as hard as you could, shooting your seed as deep inside the ninja's body as you could manage. While she moaned in satisfaction, you thought you saw a few more ropes of cum shoot from the crowd surrounding her, coating parts of her prosthesis.

The two of you rolled over together on your backs, while she intertwined her metal fingers with your own in a touch of intimacy that somehow managed to be embarrassing, even after showing your spent cock to a crowd of onlookers. The pink points of her small breasts heaved up and down along with her heavy breathing as an uncharacteristic smile fluttered upon her lips. "Tschau... Now that you broke my phone, I think my camming career is over. I'm going to need another outlet for all of my sexual frustrations. You don't mind... right?"

You told her that was just what you wanted to hear. In fact-

Whatever joke you planned to make next was cut off, as the girl reached her metal fingers up and caught some sort of shell, then tossed it back across the room to detonate on its sender. It turned out a few of those robots were still active and, as the scientists all fled the room screaming, they'd all begun to glow orange from various glass displays across their bodies. A familiar noise rang out as a picture of bowing hands appeared on the glass. "Heh heh heh... That was some display just now. Mind if I join in on the fun? I'm not going to let you two fuckers cut me out of my own game..." The loud, metallic voice rang throughout the laboratory.

"Sure. Just know you're playing with the inferior pieces now," Tschau warned Namaste, as she picked back up her ninjoto and leveled it in the direction of the robots. Fully nude, with her prosthetic legs shining in the light of the nearby fire and white hair framing her exposed face, while her cute ass hovered in front of your face, this woman seemed like an entirely new person, compared to the ninja you'd seen so many times before. "I've always wanted a chance to face your robots for real, Despedida. Now I've got it. This time, I'm super-charged with Ciao's love juice, so I'm gonna fight harder than ever before."

"Ugh... That's real cringe, yo," your former ally laughed dryly in their concealed voice, before releasing a missile salvo from three different robots in the direction of you and Tschau.

As ever, you'd trust in Tschau's protection.

When the battle was over, the floor was littered in the dismembered metal debris of all of the world's most advanced machines. Tschau, looking no worse for the wear, moved to sheath her sword, only to remember she was entirely nude. Her face went a bit red at her mistake, as she simply let the blade fall to her side instead. "Don't laugh, stupid."

You laughed anyway, as you moved forward to place one hand atop the bush of her hair. The two of you were facing towards the exit when Goodbye scampered in, holding a clipboard to her bosom and looking worried. When smoke shot out through the hatch into her face, she covered her mouth with one sleeve and proceeded in further. "Nathaniel? Nathaniel! I've come to assist you! I-I thought of another gadget that might-!" she began, before spying the two of you standing, bare, amidst the utter wreckage of all of the prototype robots that had been intended for testing.

It was hard to tell if she'd calculated the cost of everything that had been destroyed, simply ended up over-excited, or simply decided she was in some sort of dream, but your silly boss wore a stupid smile as she rolled her head for a moment, then collapsed backward in the entrance.

Unaffected, Tschau stepped around her fainted body, then gestured with a beckoning curl of her metal fingers for you to join her. "... Come on, Ciao. No time for clothes. If we hurry, we can still hunt down that bitch."

Smirking, you told her that you'd try to keep up, while knowing you'd never manage to. That was okay; you didn't have to watch over her for fear of what some shadowy puppeteer might do any more. It was time for that sadist to get a taste of her own medicine.