Game on
Chapter Eleven: Midnight Job
Tucker, with a sense of purpose, approached the black van after using Sam's skill to summon the girl, his mind focused on the task at hand. He needed to restock his ammunition and see if she had any new gear that could give him an edge in the field, the fight with the STD police left him most hungry for ammo and heath packs. As he neared the van, he noticed that the door was open, and he could see Sam sitting inside, her legs spread apart in her usual casual manner. Her short skirt and position showed her panties to anyone who happened to be looking. Tucker tried not to pay too much attention to her appearance, but he had long since grown accustomed to the sight.
"Hey, there stranger. See something you like."- the girl said with a smirk.
Looking inside the van, Tucker began to take stock of the new equipment that the goth had available. He carefully inspected each item, weighing the pros and cons before making any decisions. After a few minutes of deliberation, he decided to add a new more powerful scope to his sniper rifle, which would give him a better view of his targets from a distance. He also selected a red dot sight for his assault rifle, which would make it easier to aim in close quarters combat. Tucker also added grenades to his arsenal which had proven to be vital during his previous battle with the law. He was hopeful to find a more proper weapon when dealing with such foes.
As he was making his selections, Tucker couldn't help but notice the way Sam watched him. She seemed to be taking an interest in his choices and even offered a few suggestions here and there. Tucker wasn't sure if she was trying to be helpful or if she was just trying to make conversation. Either way, he appreciated her input and took her advice into consideration. After he had made his choices, Tucker thanked Sam and prepared to leave the van. As he was leaving, he noticed a collectible that he had overlooked earlier. It was another used condom. Tucker couldn't help but feel a little bit disgusted by the sight. He wasn't sure why anyone would collect such a thing; he sighs as he added to his "collection" now up to seventy.
"Good thing I call this bitch in front of Poindexter's shop." Tucker said with a smirk.
Tucker enter the shop soon after collecting the day's income and decided to splurge on himself once again. As he browsed further, he came across a pair of night vision goggles that were just too good to pass up. With game's crazy mechanics, he knew these goggles would come in handy sooner or later. As Tucker continued to explore the store, his eyes fell upon a fancy high-tech suit that immediately caught his attention. The suit resembled a 1950s silver shiny space suit complete with boots and a space helmet from the same time period. The high-tech features of the suit were seamlessly blended with the classic design, and Tucker couldn't help but be drawn to it. Despite having already unlocked Maddie's combat suit, he decided to buy the outfit, unable to resist its unique charm.
The teen found himself standing in front of the mirror, wearing the space outfit that had replaced Maddie's combat suit. The suit fit him like a glove, hugging every curve and contour of his body perfectly. As he turned to the side, he could have sworn that his butt looked bigger and rounder than usual, but he shook off the thought and tried to focus on the task at hand. The boots were the next thing he noticed. They had been combat boots just a moment ago, but now they were stiletto boots that reached up to his knees. Tucker had never worn heels before, and he felt unsteady on his feet as he tried to adjust to the new footwear. He took a deep breath and tried to steady himself, but he couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious about the way he looked.
The helmet was the final piece of the outfit, and it fit perfectly on his head, leaving his face uncovered. But as he looked closer, he noticed that something was different about it. The antenna that had been there before was gone, replaced with something that looked suspiciously like a dildo. Tucker's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment. Tucker took one last look at himself in the mirror, shaking his head in disbelief. He had never felt so out of place, but he knew that he couldn't back down now. He had to push through the discomfort and focus on the task at hand, it was nevertheless, far better than his original bondage outfit. It also granted him more protection than Maddie's outfit.
"Looking good."- Poindexter said with a thumbs up.
"Oh, fuck you." Tucker replied half joking.
(XXXX)
As Tucker strolled out of the electronic shop, his attention was immediately caught by a striking billboard that was affixed to the wall at street level. The billboard prominently featured Jazz Fenton in a bold and daring pose that left little to the imagination. She was holding her large, nude breasts, and it seemed as though she were posing for the camera, inviting the gaze of passersby. The image was both captivating and attention-grabbing, and Tucker couldn't help but pause for a moment to take it all in. However, just as he reached out to touch the billboard, it vanished before his very eyes. Tucker was taken aback by this sudden turn of events, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had somehow missed a valuable collectible. He had been keeping a keen eye for such things, and he didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to add to his collection. As he pondered this mystery, his phone began to ring, drawing his attention away from the wall and back to the world around him. He quickly dug his phone out of his pocket, wondering who could be calling him.
"Tucker, I need to talk to you about something serious."- Jazz most angry.
"What's going on, Jazz?"- Tucker asked almost uncaring.
"I've been getting some strange looks around town lately. It seems that the voyeur you killed had some friends who are now putting up posters of me all over the city."- the girl continued.
"What? That's crazy. Why would they do that?"- Tucker fake interest.
"I'm not sure, but I think it has something to do with their twisted sense of loyalty. I want those posters taken down immediately before my reputation is tarnished any further."- Jazz demanded.
"Don't worry, Jazz. I'll take care of it. I'll go around the city and remove every last one of those posters."- Tucker was sure that he might get another blow job or even better, finally get to fuck her like half the town.
Tucker wonders, what reputation? She already slept with half the city and had gangsters attacking people, though at his command. Nevertheless, he accepted. Much to his surprise, it wasn't a mission per se but a side quest, though unlike the condom collection, there were 6 icons indicating where to look making things far easier. He didn't have to go around blind hoping to find something. Tucker then mounted his motorcycle and consulted his GPS map, he noticed something unusual, two poster icons were displayed along the route to his next mission. Intrigued, he continued on his journey, his mind filled with curiosity about what these posters could be.
The first poster was impossible to miss, taking up a significant portion of the wall on the main street. As Tucker cautiously approached the poster, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of surprise and confusion wash over him. The image displayed on the poster was one that he certainly did not expect to see, especially in such a public setting. It was a picture of Jazz posing with her legs spread apart, revealing her pussy which she spread with her fingers. The shot was tastefully done. The background of the poster appeared to be a popular nightclub in town, indicating to Tucker that this was not some voyeuristic picture taken without the redhead's knowledge or consent. Rather, it seemed as though Jazz had willingly participated in the creation of this image.
Tucker couldn't help but feel a little taken aback by the boldness of the image. Just as he was coming closer to take it down, he noticed some movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see a group of boys emerging from the shadows, their white button-down shirts almost merged their pale skin. They were all dressed similarly, with thick glasses and bowl haircuts that gave them a distinctly nerdy appearance, the freckles and buck teeth didn't improve their image. Tucker couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he observed the personification of nerds trying to act tough. He had seen it all before, the posturing and the blustering, the fake bravado that crumbled as soon as someone stood up to them. He had no doubt that these boys thought they were protecting their territory, but Tucker wasn't afraid of them.
"Lecher-Lens are voyeuristic perverts that under normal circumstance are cowards that never come out from their holes, they are armed with deadly pencils and rulers, more advanced fighters have handguns."- Tucker read once the text log appeared.
"Get em, boys!"- the leading nerd ordered with a squeaky voice.
The buck-toothed nerds, driven by a dangerous determination, charged at Tucker with a fierce intensity that was both unexpected and terrifying. The streets echoed with their high-pitched, nasal roars, creating an atmosphere of chaos and pandemonium. The nerds, armed with rulers and pencils, clutched the weapons tightly in their hands, wielding them with a surprising level of skill and precision. Tucker, never one to back down from a fight, reached for his trusty energy handgun, a weapon he had used many times in the past to defend himself against various threats. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the air like thunder, a stark contrast to the eerie silence that had preceded it. Tucker, his eyes filled with a steely gaze, took aim at the first member of the group.
The nerd, caught off guard by the sudden attack, didn't stand a chance. He crumpled to the ground, lifeless, as Tucker swiftly moved on to the next target. One by one, the members of the group fell to the ground, their weapons clattering to the pavement beside them. Some cried out in pain, others in fear, but all were ultimately defeated by Tucker's superior tactics and weaponry. As the last member of the group fell to the ground, Tucker let out a sigh of relief. He had emerged victorious once again.
"I guess that's that."- Tucker said as he blew on his handgun.
As Tucker continued on his journey, he approached the second location, already feeling a sense of dread about what he might find. Sure enough, when he came across the billboard, his suspicions were confirmed. It was yet another lewd and explicit image of Jazz, this time even more revealing than the last, she was on all fours showing off her butt, both her pussy and asshole were in full view. He couldn't believe that someone would stoop so low as to display such a thing in such a public place. Tucker did kill presumably their leader. But reaching the billboard would not be an easy task. This time, it was mounted on the rooftop of a building that overlooked the highway, surely hundreds have seen it by now. Tucker knew that he would have to find a way to get to the top of the building, and he scanned the area for any signs of a fire escape or ladder.
The teen spotted a fire ladder attached to the side of the building and breathed a sigh of relief. At least this time he wouldn't have to break into a random building and fight his way up. He quickly pulled over to the side of the road and parked his motorcycle. As he climbed up to the rooftop, Tucker couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The building seemed eerily quiet, and there was no sign of any enemies around. He was more than sure to be walking into an ambush, he was also away there was no turning back now. As soon as Tucker climbed up onto the rooftop, he found himself under attack by a group of nerds who had positioned themselves there, armed with pistols. The Leacher Lens had evidently been lying in wait for Tucker, and as soon as they spotted him, they opened fire without hesitation.
Tucker already expecting the attack, quickly sprang into action, dodging and weaving as he returned fire. The nerds were clearly lacking in experience when it came to combat, and their low health points made them easy targets for Tucker's well-placed shots. Despite their best efforts, the Leacher Lens were no match for Tucker's superior firepower and agility. Within just a few short minutes, he had managed to take out the entire group, leaving behind a scattering of defeated foes. As Tucker surveyed the rooftop, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at how easily he had dispatched his attackers. The Leacher Lens had clearly underestimated him, and their ambush had ultimately proven to be a costly mistake. With the threat of the Leacher Lens now neutralized, Tucker was free to continue on his mission.
"How the fuck are these supposed to be creepshots. The bitch is clearly posing for the camera."- Tucker said as he touched the billboard, allowing the image vanished and was added to his inventory.
(XXXX)
Tucker carefully climbed down from the rooftop after collecting his "spoils of war" from the dead nerds, his stiletto boots making a soft thud as they hit the ground. He walked over to his motorcycle, which was parked a few feet away, and swung his leg over the seat. Tucker pulled out his tablet and glanced at the GPS, which was still open to the map he had been looking at earlier, he was trying to avoid looking at the giant circular mini-map. He noticed a small M icon blinking a short distance away, and he knew that it belonged to Maddie. As the teen drew nearer to his destination, his phone suddenly rang. The caller was none other than Maddie herself which caught him off guard since he hadn't started the mission yet.
"Dann… Tucker, it's me, mom… Maddie. I need your help."- the woman corrected herself.
"Maddie! What's going on? Are you okay?"- Tucker heard the distress in her voice.
"No, I'm not. I've been trapped somewhere and I need you to come and help me as soon as possible."- Maddie replied.
"Trapped? Where are you? What happened?"- the call ended.
Without wasting any time, Tucker immediately set off towards the given location, determined to help Maddie in whatever way he could. The destination that Tucker had been directed to was none other than Amity Park penitentiary, a once-bustling correctional facility that had since been abandoned and left to decay. The penitentiary was not only abandoned in the real world, but it also seemed to have been forgotten in the game, reinforcing the idea of its desolation and neglect. Tucker knew that he had to be cautious when approaching such a dangerous and unpredictable location, especially given that he had no idea what awaited him inside the abandoned building. Despite this, he was determined to help Maddie and complete the mission at hand.
As he approached the ominous structure of the prison, the first thing that immediately caught his attention was an enormous poster of Jazz prominently displayed on the wall. This particular poster was even more risqué than the last, as Jazz had positioned herself in a way that her legs were pushed behind her head, providing a clear view of her pussy. It was then that a trio of armed Leacher Lens came rushing at Tucker with their rulers and pencils, only one of them had a gun. Their nasal roars were hardly intimidating. With a few quick movements, he took down the trio of Nerds with ease. Tucker wonder if he started the game in the wrong order considering how weak these enemies were, his powerful assortment of energy weapons seemed overkill in the face of theses enemies.
"And I'm halfway down." Tucker declared as he added the poster to his inventory.
Tucker cautiously made his way into the old abandoned prison, his heart pounding in his chest with every step he took. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of his own footsteps echoing off the damp, crumbling walls. The prison had been abandoned for decades, and the weight of its dark history seemed to hang heavy in the air. As Tucker moved deeper into the labyrinth of corridors and cells, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up his spine. The prison was a foreboding structure, with towering walls and rows of barred windows that seemed to glare down at him like a thousand piercing eyes. The paint was peeling off the walls, revealing patches of damp, moldy concrete underneath. The floors were slick with moisture, and the chill in the air seemed to seep into his very bones.
The further he went, the more he felt as though he was being watched by unseen eyes, and he struggled to shake off the feeling of dread that was building inside him. Tucker had heard countless stories about the prison and its dark past back in the real world. It was said that many inmates had met their end within these walls, and that their spirits still lingered behind. Some even claimed to have heard screams and moans echoing through the halls at night, a haunting reminder of the pain and suffering that had once filled this place. As he moved through the dimly lit corridors, Tucker couldn't help but wonder if there was any truth to these tales.
"Holy shit… this is scary… I swear I can hear moaning."- Tucker whispered. It was then that he realized that he was in fact hearing moaning. "Maddie?"- The teen was sure to have heard those moaning before.
Almost as if on cue, Tucker heard a faint whispering coming from one of the cells. He turned to look, and to his shock and disbelief, he saw several green-skinned ghosts floating out of their cells, their stripped uniforms billowing around them in the breeze. Tucker's eyes opened wide in shock and amazement, and he froze in place for a moment, unable to believe what he was seeing. But there was no time to waste, as the ghosts immediately turned their attention to him and fired their ecto-rays from the palms of their hands. The energy beams flew through the air, sizzling and crackling as they came closer and closer to Tucker. Without hesitation, Tucker raised his energy assault rifle and began firing back at the ghosts.
The powerful weapon hummed and crackled as it unleashed a barrage of energy projectiles, tearing through the ectoplasmic forms of the ghosts and sending them spiraling to the ground. But even as they dissipated, more and more ghosts appeared from the shadows, eager to take their place in the fight. Tucker knew that he was outnumbered, but he refused to back down, he came prepared for a fight. He moved quickly and smoothly, dodging and weaving as he fired his rifle, taking out ghost after ghost with precision and skill. The energy beams flew back and forth, illuminating the darkness of the cells with their eerie green light. His red dot sight was working like a wonder.
"You drop the soap, sugar."- a ghoulish voice uttered from behind Tucker. The teen gunned down the perverted ghost.
"You are in violation of code 69-96 which is waking a CO up!"- a voice said from Tucker's left side.
Dressed in the uniforms of correction officers, these new arrivals seemed to possess an even greater malevolence and menace than the already-dangerous ghostly criminal counterparts. These ghostly officers joined in the fray with renewed vigor and a determination to wreak havoc and destruction. Tucker did not falter in the face of such daunting and supernatural adversaries. He wielded his energy rifle with skill and precision, cutting down the ghostly correction officers and inmates with a hail of ecto-bolts. The air around him crackled with energy and the stench of ozone, as the powerful weapon tore through the insubstantial forms of the ghosts. Despite the overwhelming odds and the terror that threatened to grip his heart, Tucker fought on with unyielding determination and courage.
"Ghost inmates and ghost Correction Officers are highly dangerous enemies within the prison, they use ranged energy attacks."- Tucker read the text log that appeared in front of him.
"No shit!"- the teen replied as he gunned down two more CO and one inmate. Other than the clothing they didn't seemed too different in both attack and health points.
(XXXX)
Tucker found himself navigating through the labyrinthine halls of the haunted prison, all the while being pursued by menacing ghosts. These spectral figures, once respected officers, now posed a threat to Tucker's safety, and he had to use all of his wits and strength to fend them off. As Tucker moved swiftly through the dimly lit halls, he never lost sight of his primary objective: to find Maddie. He knew that she was in danger, and every second that passed increased the urgency of his mission. He called out her name, his voice echoing through the empty halls, but there was no response. Just when Tucker was beginning to lose hope, he spotted a door that read armory, slightly ajar.
The room was mostly empty, the racks a few broken rifles and some riot gear that seemed too old to be of any use. But what caught Tucker's eye was a box of grenades that transformed into shiny orbs as he picked one up, feeling the weight of it in his hand. He knew that it was dangerous, but he also knew that it could be the key to defeating the police ghosts and keeping himself and Maddie safe. Tucker quickly scanned the room and noticed yet another box that read ammo. Much to his delight, his entire ammo stock was replenished instantly upon touching the box.
As Tucker made his way down the hallway, he was suddenly met with an unexpected sound. It was Maddie's voice, and it was coming from one of the offices that lined the corridor. The teen quickly rushed to the source with his rifle aiming forward. What he saw, however, was something that he kindly expecting. Inside the office, he saw none other than Warden Walker, the man in charge of the entire facility. The warden was in the middle of fucking Maddie Fenton in the ass, and he was doing so with a level of intensity that took Tucker by surprise. The warden's large frame was pressed up against Maddie's voluptuous body, in the doggystyle position, his hips were thrusting back and forth with a force that made it clear that he was enjoying himself. Maddie, for her part, seemed to be in the throes of ecstasy. Her head was thrown back, and her eyes were closed as she moaned with pleasure. Tucker couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched the warden take liberties with the woman that he came to rescue.
"Get off that bitch! I'm supposed to be clapping those cheeks"- Tucker declared.
"Your mom's ass feels great, welp."- Walker taunted Tucker who knew that he was meant to be speaking with Danny.
Walker's wicked laughter echoed through the office, adding a chilling effect as he thrusted himself into Maddie with a ferocity that was both frightening and mesmerizing. Tucker took aim with his energy rifle, his sights set on the ghost warden. But just as he was about to fire, Walker and Maddie were lifted off the ground, flying through the ceiling. The teen fired his rifle but it was late, they had gone to the upper floor. Suddenly, the walls around him began to shimmer and fade, and a pack of ghost police dogs phased into the room, snarling and snapping as they charged towards Tucker. He dove and rolled to avoid their razor-sharp teeth and ethereal claws, firing off shots as he moved, taking down several of the ghost dogs before they could reach him.
But more kept coming, and Tucker was forced to retreat up the stairs to the upper floor. As he reached the top of the stairs, he was met with a scene of chaos and horror. A large group of ghosts had barricaded the hallway, their spectral forms flickering and pulsing with malevolent energy. Tucker knew he had to act fast, and reached into his inventory for his ecto-grenades. He primed one, took a deep breath, and lobbed it into the midst of the ghostly horde. The grenade detonated with a brilliant flash of light, and the ghosts were consumed by a wave of pure energy. They let out piercing screams of agony before vanishing into thin air, their forms dissipating like smoke in the wind. Tucker let out a sigh of relief, but he knew this was far from over. As he turned the corner, he spotted the warden's office up ahead.
"That's the warden's office, let's finish this!"- Tucker yelled out.
Without hesitation, he charged towards it, breaking through the door with a thunderous crash. The first thing he saw was Maddie, the object of his mission, lying on the floor in the center of the room. She was naked and covered in a thick layer of cum. But what caught his attention was her face. It was a face of pure bliss, a look that told him she had experienced something beyond her wildest dreams. But the moment of relief was short-lived as the ghostly figure of Warden Walker appeared before Tucker. The warden, a man known for his cruel and sadistic way. His presence was a chilling reminder of the horrors that had taken place within these prison walls. Tucker's grip on his rifle tightened as he prepared to face off against the warden. He knew he had to put an end to this once and for all. But as he looked into the warden's eyes, he saw a look of determination that matched his own. It was going to be a battle to the death, and Tucker was ready for it. He raised his rifle, took aim, and fired.
"No one breaks the rules in my prison."- Walker spoke firmly as he stretched out his arm.
Walker unleashes his ecto-rays, sending Tucker flying back into the corridor with a powerful toss. The ghostly figure of Walker circles above, taunting the teenager with an eerie laugh that echoes through the empty halls. Tucker, undeterred, quickly regains his footing and fires his energy rifle at the ghostly figure, but Walker's power is far greater than any of the other apparitions he has faced so far. The teen, realizing that he needs to change his tactics, quickly rushes into the nearby offices and takes cover behind a sturdy wall. As he catches his breath, he glances at his reflection on the window and can't help but feel a sense of embarrassment. Dressed in his space outfit, complete with a space helmet that had a silver dildo on top, felt more like a joke than a season ghost fighter. But there's no time for second thoughts or regrets. Tucker knows that he needs to stay focused if he wants to survive this encounter.
"Conjugal visits are over"- Walker continued.
Tucker takes a deep breath, leans out from behind the wall, and unleashes another barrage of energy bolts at Walker. The ghostly warden responds with a flurry of ecto-rays, but the teen's health bar is holding steady, slowly ticking down as he continues his onslaught. The fight is grueling, but Tucker has faced worse before. He's been pitted against adversaries that are faster, stronger, and more cunning than Walker, and he's always managed to come out on top. Walker may be powerful, but he's also predictable. Tucker use this to his advantage and times his attacks perfectly, dodging the ecto-rays and striking back with his energy rifle. Just when Tucker thinks he's gaining the upper hand, Walker sounds his whistle, summoning several of his minions to join the fray. It's a classic boss fight move, one that Tucker has seen time and time again. It's never welcome, but he's prepared for it. He knows that taking down the minions will weaken Walker, making him vulnerable to Tucker's attacks.
"You cheating motherfucker!"- Tucker yelled as he shoots down a group of correction officers and some inmates.
(XXXX)
Tucker reaches for an energy grenade and with a swift motion, he rolls the explosive toward the ghosts, and as it makes contact, the area is illuminated with a bright light. The entities, unable to withstand the energy, disintegrate into ash, leaving behind no trace of their former presence. With the group of ghosts taken care of, Tucker refocuses his attention on Walker, a particularly challenging and dangerous foe so far. Tucker empties two magazines on the ghost, each energy slug tearing through the air and striking Walker with pinpoint precision. Walker, taken aback by the relentless assault, screeches in pain, his health bar rapidly going down. As soon as it empties, lets out a horrible screech that resounds throughout the hallway. The sound of his screeching is soon replaced by silence, and Tucker, holding his breath, watches as Walker turns into a puddle of goo on the floor.
Maddie slowly walked towards Tucker, her body still after being so thoroughly fucked by Walker. The undead warden and his minions had been defeated, and it was all thanks to Tucker. As Maddie got closer, he couldn't help but notice something strange about her appearance. She was covered in a substance that glowed a faint greenish color, it reminded him of the countless porn movies he had enjoyed. It was a bizarre and surreal sight, and Tucker couldn't help but let out a giggle.
"Thank you, Tucker."- Maddie said as she whipped her face clearing it of cum. "I couldn't have done it without you."- she added.
Tucker saw the mission accomplished log appear in front of him. He had successfully completed the mission, and a hefty sum of money had been added to his account. The teen watched as Maddie walk out of the room, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He had hoped that he might receive a bonus for his hard work, perhaps a little something extra from Maddie herself. A blowjob, just like Jazz did previously, or maybe let him fuck her. But she simply walked away, without uttering a single word. Tucker sighed and shook his head. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and he knew it wouldn't be the last. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Once Tucker had stepped outside of the prison, he quickly pulled out his phone and gave Sam a call. He needed to refill his ammo stock as he had used up a significant amount of his supplies during his mission. The sound of a revving engine caught his attention, and he looked up to see Sam's black van pull up to the curb within seconds after being called. The side door slid open, and Tucker quickly looked inside trying to ignore how Sam kept her legs spread apart. Without much thought purchased all of ammo and supplies that he needed. Tucker's eyes scanned the shelves, taking note of all of the weapons and gadgets that he might need for his next job but he already had the best set up he could muster.
"You gotta check out the brand-new tool that I got. I think you might find this one particularly interesting."- Sam said with cheer in her voice
"Wow, Samantha! This is incredible. A real rocket launcher!' I sure could have used this when I was fighting with the police APC. It would have made things so much easier."- Tucker bought it without much thought.
Having stocked up on the necessary goods. Tucker headed towards his motorcycle ready to continue with the game.
To be continue.