You need Despedida, whatever it costs (Ending #12: To Love the Woman Behind the Monitor)

Despedida’s revelations ought to have been earthshaking—after all, she’d explained that she was literally micro-managing the world’s economy, government, and major protection agency, along with you and at least one of her teammates. However, after spending all of this time with the woman, was it really that hard to believe? You’d seen her easily handle Bortnik’s robots in Russia. She regularly tinkered with CEDIT’s latest technology and improved it; who knew how much of the tech began in her own miniature laboratory? Even those she hadn’t designed probably owed their origins to scientists directed by her voice or commands.

All of that to say: you’d ended up in this situation knowing that she could reveal anything, up to her role as the mastermind behind every major life-threatening event you and your team had encountered over your time as the handler for the Goodbye Girls. None of that changed how you felt about her.

When you revealed that to Despedida, you thought you saw genuine surprise on her face for the first time since you’d awoken in the room. Evidently, she’d planned to do all the surprising today. “Really? That’s actually kind of scary. Are you saying you knew I was the one behind everything the whole time?” she questioned, curling her lip and raising one eyebrow. “I must be slipping, if I made it that obvious.”

You told her it wasn’t quite that. From the time you’d spent with her, you felt like her confidence and supremacy were beyond question; it wasn’t a question of what specific crimes she’d committed. Rather, from how she behaved herself and from the endless sprees of games you’d played with her, observing her behaviors, it had become clear to you: she was an unstoppable force, far more so than anyone relying on something like brute strength, martial arts, or the like.

Her motives might be suspect, but her results were not. Even if you were capable of stopping her somehow, what an atrocity that would be! To deprive the world of her genius would be like executing any number of CEDIT science teams around the globe.

“Hehe, you’re gonna make me blush,” Despedida chuckled, closing her visible eye and offering a satisfied grin. “But you still haven’t answered my question. What is it you want, in order to lock you into the game Vaarvel and I are running?”

You told her that was really all you could ask for, but if she was offering, there was something else you wanted. Here, you took a gamble—at risk of looking the fool, you told her that you didn’t want to be a third party in this game between two opponents. You wanted to join your cause to hers… to be a two part team with her. If she wanted to hold your leash in the form of the brain case, that was perfectly fine with you, but it was totally unnecessary. You wanted to offer your services.

“Hm… You’re a weird Ciao, alright. You’re like the first one that Vaarvel brought in, the one she killed herself,” Despedida remarked with a tight smirk. “I’m not like her, though. She thought she had to take all emotion out of this, so when that guy got too clingy, he got iced. Kinda wasteful! If it were me, I’d just reprogram him!” She tipped her cap down again, then grinned into your face, kneeling to reach your same height. “You okay with that, Ciao? You okay with being reprogrammed?”

You told her you already had been, far more than you’d ever expected to be. What else could you call it, meeting a person who’s performed unauthorized surgery on your brain and still feeling a deep, intense yearning for them inside your rapidly beating heart?

“Holy shit! You’re really all the way there, huh? Ordinarily I’d say that’s kinda cringe or like, at least a little creepy, but… seeing what you’re capable of and the things you can do… I gotta say, I’m kinda flattered,” she admitted, moving her face a little closer. The orange light from the monitors flickered across her visible eye, making it look the same color as their glow. “So you don’t mind that I’m the force of brain control that Vaarvel is working against? You’re basically backing the Decepticons in the war against the Autobots, Ciao. You’re okay with that?”

You told her that if you cared about Vaarvel, you’d have followed her to London. You stayed here for her.

“Hm hm… And Tschau? You’re okay with the fact that I’ve converted her, the person that I ought to sympathize with most with in the entire world, into a puppet that’s the generation’s most literal slave to her phone?” Despedida questioned, lifting up her hair as though to remind you of her mechanical eye. It looked just like the other, except that the light there came from behind the pupil, rather than reflected from the monitors around you. “You’ll be just like her, except you’ll know who’s holding the strings. I could make you kill somebody in the night and you wouldn’t know till you woke up holding the blade. Or are you hoping you can make me a better person who’ll take Tschau off the switch?”

Again, you said that you recognized every chance she’d given you to go after Tschau there. You’d deviated from the path to go after Despedida. You couldn’t have known quite what awaited you here, but at the very least, you’d had the intention to find her no matter what, even if it meant facing the unbeatable Promethia.

“Fuck, you’re right. You really are crazy,” Despedida admitted, lifting her cap up off her head and turning it backwards. “Having you on my side is gonna reinvigorate this whole game, I gotta say. You’ve got a way with words. You’ve also got something else… I’m gonna free your hand and you show me what else you’ve got, okay?”

Suddenly, you realized you’d obtained the use of your right arm again. Her eyes locked onto yours and her glossy lips curved into a challenging smile, like the one she wore when the two of you went head-to-head in a game. Slowly, you reached your hand into your pocket and grabbed hold of the discrete EMP, then held it where she could see it, dangerously close to her robotic eye.

Despedida didn’t look surprised. “Do it, mother fucker. If you’ve got the balls-“

Instead of planting it on her, you squeezed your fingers shut, smashing the tiny metal disk between the two of them with a quick snap.

“… Oh, fuck,” she commented quietly, her eyes widening again in disbelief as you disposed of the one tool you had left rendering you capable of acting against her.

With your free hand, you dug your fingers into the back of her voluminous brown hair and brought lips closer to yours, so that you could finally have what you’d been craving. If there was one thing you knew by this point, it’s that she had the ability to stop you if she didn’t want it. Instead of halting your advances, she freed the rest of your body from mental control while hungrily accepting the thrashing of your tongue with her own, half-closing her eyes as your chair rocked backward with the force of her body pushing against yours.

“Do you think that’s what I want? A slave?” Despedida questioned, as though there was still some doubt that she was buying in as the softness of her cotton shirt and sizable breasts beneath rubbed against your chest.

You told her that you knew her well enough by now to know that she may want a slave, but this was really more than that. She was very selective; if she was this into you, it must be that you just had a supernatural ability to charm her, on par with the Goodbye Girls. You were much more than just a piece for her.

“Hm hm hm… You’re actually not wrong! I’ve never made out with one of the other Ciaos. There’s definitely something about you… I just wanna lab you and figure out all your tech,” she purred, speaking between kisses as she aggressively escalated the tension. She hooked two hands beneath her cotton t-shirt and pulled it up and off from her head, knocking her cap off at the same time in her hurry, then tossed the article behind her to cover one of the video screens. "Show me everything you've got to offer, Ciao. I've got a couple of machines designed to fuck me just the way I like it, so you're going to have to work hard. Then again, you're pretty damn good at surprising me~"

Was there any surprising a woman like this? Trying would be like a new game for the two of you to play together. You nearly salivated as Despedida stood sans-bra before you, her dark nipples peaked in the cold of the computer room, sliding her sagging jeans past a pair of vibrantly blue panties. She turned, giving you a look of the fantastic curvature of her hips, as well as the white "PUNCH-OUT" logo across her backside and the red boxing gloves hitting together beneath it, before sitting down upon your groin and sliding back and forth. "You don't mind the scenery?" she asked, biting her lip as she referenced the Namaste monitors all around the two of you.

You were rock hard; it was safe to say the backdrop wasn't bothering you. In response, you grabbed a handful of her panties and squeezed up the pattern into a thong shape, admiring the caramel smoothness and color of her bare skin. When she lifted her buttocks again, you slid those down to her legs and allowed her to step out, leaving her totally bare apart from the pump sneakers she'd managed to keep on. Finally, she began to help you on your way there as well, freeing your throbbing cock from the prison of your slacks to aim erect towards the ceiling. With her pussy in your face and her lips on the head of your shaft, you'd achieved the position she seemed most comfortable with; for a little while, you licked eagerly at her pleasure spot while she sucked on yours like a machine.

However, Despedida hadn't asked to be shown her most comfortable position; she'd asked for creativity.

Before you could cum from the blowjob, you broke off, bucking to push her forward roughly and clasping both hands around her waist to lift her up as though you were in a wrestling stance. Your own power surprised you. Perhaps this was the result of the augmentations she'd given you? Whatever the case, you carried her giggling through the air upside down, towards the room's only prop other than the chair: the hulking, petrified form of Promethia, who'd been watching as insurance for Despedida from the door.

You grabbed the muscle-woman's arms and hooked them, then inserted one of Despedida's splayed legs into each, suspending her upside down. With gusto, you put your cock back into her laughing mouth, then thrust your tongue into her upward-facing slit, using Promethia like an especially intimidating coat-rack to hang your love interest on. You pumped your hips like a mechanical piston, watching from above as Despedida's lengthy brown hair brushed the floor like a mop. The woman's sneaker-clad toes seemed to curl at the strange sensation of this position.

When you finally released your stored up spunk into her throat, you heard her moan, then cough as you pulled your member free, dripping onto the floor from its tip and from her mouth. She coughed a few more times, before breaking into a laugh. "You're trying really hard, huh? This is like a fuckin' bonus level, for sure!" she chuckled, sounding out of breath. "Hey, I'm not the strong and hearty type like the other Goodbye Girls, okay? You don't have to be so rough!" Despite what she said, you got the distinct impression that she appreciated not knowing what was coming next.

You thought you had a little bit of creativity still left in you. Manipulating Promethia again, you forced her to lower her arms so that Despedia lay doubled over on her shoulders with her lower body sticking into the air by her held ankles, spread to either stack. As Despedida began to quietly whisper "fuck, bro," you entered her from the top, still burning from your last release. Like a pile-driver, you slammed her from above, holding onto her hips and shooting semen into her dripping pussy. "O-Okay! You got the machines beat! Jesus fuck!" she finally admitted. The same feverish devotion to the mastermind that had led to your earlier passionate confession seemed like it wouldn't let you rest until you'd impressed her.

Your spent cock continued to drip onto her face as though you were trying to add a bukkake for extra impact. "Holy shit, Ciao... You uh... You really go hard when you're motivated," Despedida huffed, her orange eye flickering as her hair lay disheveled behind her. Sweating, disrobed, breathing heavily, and now marked with your cum, she looked as though she'd finally dropped a round to you. "Hehe... You're gonna remember this and cry when you see how I fuck you up next time." Her teeth showed in a menacing grin, as she was finally released to lay flat on her back.

"... CEDIT dogs," Promethia grumbled, still barely in control of her own motor functions and sick of the spectacle.

Goodbye's face lit up when you re-entered her office, with Tschau and Despedida following behind you, along with Promethia in cuffs. Tschau looked her natural self-- so quiet and in the background that no one would know she'd rebelled if there hadn't been a report saying so. As for Despedida, she'd cleaned her face, dressed back, and the only sign of her exploits was a slight leftover sweat dampening her hair. "Surprise! Ciao got an S clear. Zero casualties here in Washington," Despedida greeted her boss, snapping a casual salute.

"Oh, dear God! I thought you were dead! I-Is Tschau back to normal? She looks normal. Oh, thank heavens," the mousey brunette babbled, briefly removing her glasses to wipe them on her vest, then replacing them, as though she couldn't believe her eyes.

Speaking for Tschau as she used her phone, you told Goodbye that the whole thing had been a Deliverer plot after all. You were just happy that after so many attempts, you'd finally managed to capture the chief terrorist at the head of the Deliverer gang.

"You have no idea what a relief this is! With everything that happened in London... I've got a lot to catch you all up on. I'm just so glad I've still got the Goodbye Girls to rely on! You all never fail me," she chuckled, then sobbed happily, lifting her glasses again to dab at her eyes with a handkerchief.

Despedida laughed along with her, then threw one arm around your shoulders in a chummy way and winked at the boss. "You know it! We're like NBA 2K: as long as somebody's paying, you can be damn sure we're coming back every year. But, you know, unlike that game, we don't suck. Usually, anyway," she joked. As you grabbed one hand shamelessly to the back of her jeans, hidden from the boss's view, your ally raised her eyebrows and grinned broadly; a faint orange shine came from behind the curtain of her hair. "I think things are going to be a lot more interesting for our team from here on out."