OptiMiss, A Positive Vision!

 

Sara picks up the signal from the satellite of the Ringmaster... whose Circus Of Peril is available for a hefty fee... you've always suspected that this disgusting game show was broadcast somewhere in Empire City... and now you have proof... you can trace the signal back... it wouldn't feel right to have DDSTV taking out these creeps... Belle's station is just as salacious in its own way... this may be a job for OptiMiss…

OptiMiss works on her triangulation... until she confirms the location... setting up her automated systems to cover for her while she's out... making it look like she's locked in the lab... then slips into her newly-designed OptiMiss costume… cruises out a secret entrance on her orange motorbike...

The motorbike exiting the secret tunnel half a mile from Doll HQ... well on the way towards Masters Towers... home of one of DDSTV's biggest rivals... Mastervision... Rupert Masters' lowest-common-denominator schlock empire...

OptiMiss follows the route mapped out on the inside of her visor... zipping along the streets at dusk like a girl in a Japanese anime... testing the speed and handling of her bike until she gets close... turning into an alley and parking it... to investigate on foot...

Masters Towers looming up 40 stories... all filming going on within... but something like the Circus Of Peril won't be filmed above ground... there must be a secret sub-basement... or possibly a penthouse... the guards at the door are armed... very suspicious...

OptiMiss pulls up a floor plan... searching for alternative ways inside... and for a possible basement layouts... not to mention a grid of sewer tunnels in the area... the signal does originate here... now she needs proof...

Interesting... it seems that some early blueprints of the building show a huge complex underneath the tower... accessed either through the central elevator... or nearby sewer pipes... there's a manhole close by which should lead you right inside...

OptiMiss easily lifts the cover aside with her reinforced glove... climbing down the ladder into the darkness... her visor compensating for the lighting automatically... her boots sure in their footing... despite the wet stone covered with puddles... as she searches for the connecting tunnel...

The tunnel ending in a locked door... the lock rusty... evidently forgotten long ago... could be the perfect way inside... allowing you to take this sick showman by surprise... the lock is easily picked...

OptiMiss not only has to pick but oil the lock as well... but spring open it does... she smiles and pushes the door open... listening carefully... wincing at the rusty scraping of the door... amid the sounds of dripping water in the sewer...

The scraping seemingly unheard... as you wander through a stark, cobwebbed passageway... to another locked door... this one much newer... and in better shape... but still locked... your instinct tells you to be careful... beyond this door anything could be waiting...

OptiMiss tries the x-ray function of her visor... but finds the door laced with lead... so she takes a little suction cup out of her gadget belt and presses it to the surface of the door... bending and taking a listen to see if she can determine what is on the other side...

Footsteps passing by at regular intervals... the heavy tramp of boots... as would belong to a soldier... or a guard... one passing every couple of minutes... giving you a very little time to move through the door...

OptiMiss takes a deep breath and gives the next passing set of boots about twenty seconds to clear... before working with the electronic pick function of her datapad... the door unlocking a mere sixteen seconds later... she pushes it open... prepared to duck and cover...

Another pair of boots within earshot... coming towards you... and the corridor a cold, sterile white... without vents... just a corner ahead turning right... and one behind turning left... the boots coming from behind... you notice a door marked 'Mess'... which might offer some escape...

OptiMiss moving quickly ahead to peer around the corner to the right... activating visor control of her suit... which washes out to a cold white... though the accessories do not... white not a good background even with camo capabilities...

A long corridor stretching ahead... with various red doors running along the side... red lights flashing above some of them... a guard moving forward in front of you... not looking around... footsteps continuing from behind... security tight in this place...

OptiMiss slinking along the wall... like a ghost in boots, gloves and belt... and one big green eye... wondering what is behind the doors... the red lights reminding her of studios... but also prison cells... she stops to listen at the next one...

You can hear applause... and gagged whimpering... and some sort of buzzing sound that makes your blood run cold... surely even this studio wouldn't be quite so evil... or have you finally found the Ringmaster...

OptiMiss hears the footfalls nearing the corner behind... drawing her pistol with her left hand even as tests the handle on the door with her right... knowing she may have to make a split-second decision...

The door opening... to reveal a blonde girl... bound to a log on a buzzsaw... stripped, bound and gagged... pleading eyes looking to you as the saw is already between her ankles... a man in a Ringmaster's outfit standing nearby... spinning to look at you...

OptiMiss raising the gun and firing... aiming to hit the man right in the middle of the forehead... with a plastic bullet... as she calmly shuts the door behind her... hopefully before the guard rounded the corner...

The man hurling himself to one side... avoiding the bullet... and uncoiling his whip... the thing sparking with electricity... this is no ordinary presenter... but a trained fighter... you steal a glance over at the saw... creeping up between calves...

OptiMiss fires her next shot at the off button on the saw... though never really taking her attention off the man with the whip... reaching for a gas grenade with her free hand... pulling the pin...

The saw juddering to a halt... as the Ringmaster strikes with his whip... aiming to wrap the long bullwhip around your arms and pin them to your sides before activating the button that turns on the electricity...

OptiMiss throws up her hand to block the whipcord... dropping the gas grenade as the whip wraps around her wrist... and she fires her gun again at the man who wields the whip... even as he pulls her off-balance...

The plastic bullet smacking at his other arm... deadening it and making him wince in agony even as he triggers a violent shock through the whip... electricity crackling through it... as the grenade goes off...

OptiMiss sees the bolts dancing about her glove... hears the air sizzle... her glove protecting her from the current... holding her breath as the gas rises from the floor... firing again as she stumbles forward toward the man...

The Ringmaster snarling as he realizes his electric whip isn't working... running forward... and aiming a flying kick into your belly... in an attempt to get you to breathe in your own gas…

OptiMiss trying to twist aside... but held where she is by the whipcord... swinging her pistol like a hammer at the man's head... even as his kick doubles her over with a loud grunt... blinking as the room spins...

The hammer striking home... knocking him for a loop... as a pair of guards crash in... attracted by the rumpus... holding guns on you as the gas envelops you both...

OptiMiss slumps into oblivion... her gun slipping from her gloved hand... her orange bodysuit tight on her hip and ass... propped up at a funny angle...

The Ringmaster out of it as well... as the guards grab hold of you... dragging you out of the gas cloud before they inhale... and locking the cuffs on you... radioing in... "We've got an intruder... ruined one of the scenes... yes, we'll take her to Studio 66 for a special peril... you can supervise it personally..."

OptiMiss is a rag doll in the guards hands... her gloved hands cuffed together... the two men hoisting her up... by the most convenient handholds... finding the flesh inside tight orange fabric quite soft and pliable... throwing her over a shoulder... to carry her away...

The guards take you into Studio 66... carrying you over a retractable bridge towards the centre of a wide pool... a small dais right in the centre... a couple of feet above the surface of the water... barely large enough for two feet to stand on... the men attempting to carve away the orange bodysuit with a pair of razors... and leave you in only boots... gloves... and visor...

OptiMiss is stripped of suit and under garments as well... her large soft breasts spilling out... her smooth thighs splayed... left slumped over the dais above the pool... gloves and boots dangling in the water... her gadget belt gone... but her visor still recording... trying to wake her...

The men bringing back ropes... a long, thin rod extending upwards from the edge of the dais... allowing them to stand you up... binding your arms behind your back... your legs tight together... a merciless crotchrope tugging between... rope wound above and below your breasts... leaving you standing up on the tiny dais... with only the pole you're bound to holding you up... the bridge retracting to leave you surrounded on all sides by water...

OptiMiss awakens to find herself in a classic damsel-in-distress pose... sans her bodysuit... jiggling as she tests the tightness of the ropes... looking about at the water and the men... thankful to have her visor and her anonymity... but worried about being a scene on Circus of Peril...

Another Ringmaster entering... your visor seeing through the false moustache... to Rupert Masters himself... obviously wanting to take personal charge of this scene... "Ladies and Gentlemen... the lovely OptiMiss... can she maintain her positive outlook in the Circus Of Peril? Observe the water below her..." As his whip cracks... dozens of piranha fish are released into the pool... swimming around a foot below your bound feet...

OptiMiss looks from Masters to the devil fish and back again... biting her lip as she analyzes the situation... trying not to think about the possibility of dying here and now... leaving no trace... but for the footage broadcast over satellite to the world... she gets a shiver and tries the ropes once more... shaking her tits more than ever...

The Ringmaster grinning... and cracking the whip again... the pole that's been holding you up retracting into the dais... leaving you stood on a small circle barely a foot wide... "Her means of support is removed... watch this lovely superheroine try to maintain her balance..."

OptiMiss teeters first one way and then the other... her head moving all around... the water bubbling... these fish becoming excited as the rod retracts... apparently having been fed in this manner before... she flexes one reinforced glove against the other... feeling the rope start to give...

The Ringmaster giving his whip a final crack... and the dais comes to life... "Now... watch closely... as this lovely damsel inches closer and closer to her fate..." The dais slowly beginning to sink... inch by inch... bringing your heels closer to the frothing water every second... even as you strain at the ropes...

OptiMiss gasps as the dais begins to lower into the pool... her time to find escape suddenly becoming very short... working her gloves against each other until the rope about them snaps... she bends over straight-legged to untie her ankles as water comes surges over the top of the sinking dais... her twitching bent-over fanny the subject of a camera zoom...

The lights above the pool swinging down as the piranha bite at your gloves and boots... sinking their teeth into the tough material... the lights above attached to a metal gantry... possibly within reach of a desperate leap... as the Ringmaster snarls... "Sink her! Now!"

OptiMiss finishes untying her boots... crouching as the dais sinks faster... leaping with all her might... the boots designed to give her extra push... her naked body flying straight at the Ringmaster... one glove cocked to punch as she flies through the air over the boiling water...

The Ringmaster shocked... taking a reinforced fist in the face... sending his fake moustache and top hat flying off... to reveal the president of Mastervision... the live broadcast picked up by authorities monitoring it... just as part of their jobs of course...

OptiMiss binding his wrists with a piece of the rope that was used on her ankles... looking to the camera... touching her visor... to modulate her voice... "You will find him beneath Masters Towers... remember... be a positive force!" She snatches up her gadget belt... buckling it as she moves toward the door...

The guards more interested in getting out before the cops arrive than in stopping you... running away from you to avoid being pummeled and bound for the police to find... the kind of gutter rats who'll find another operation to latch onto... but now the big cheese is finished, the world can say goodbye to Circus Of Peril...

OptiMiss finds her way quickly back to her motorbike... cruising through the streets like Kekko Kamen... as she heads back to her secret tunnel... leaving smiles on the faces of all she passes... as a new heroine is introduced to the city...

 

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OptiMiss flies over Paraguay... readying herself to make the jump from the small plane... having finally tracked the source of the new drug that's been infesting Empire City... a cheap hit that's devastating the inner city... and seems to have its roots in a factory in this jungle...

OptiMiss hopes she isn't overreaching herself... fresh off her first triumph... Rupert Masters now in jail... coming away from the city after the source of this new scourge... leaving the Sarabot in her place in the lab... testing out her new experimental lightweight aircraft... setting it to circle the area... before she jumps into the dark of the jungle...

The special chute opening quickly... depositing you on the jungle floor... to map out a trail towards the ancient temple that is apparently where these fiends are holed up... pushing Zombie to innocents... apparently the drug even has an effect on the dead... although they're still conducting tests...

OptiMiss hides the chute and sets off... using her visor optics to negotiate the dark jungle... a combination of night vision and GPS tracking to guide her toward her suspected target... thinking to many innocents have been turning up dead... wondering what makes them want to take this drug...

Finally reaching the temple... a pair of soldiers guarding it... walking stiffly... holding their rifles in their hands... marching back and forth... like robots... very strange...

OptiMiss crouches and watches for a moment... wondering if some sort of cult has occupied this old pyramid... or if some psycho is simply using it as a cover to make and run drugs... but to what purpose... she draws her pistol and draws a bead on one guard... his forehead in the crosshairs of her visor as she depresses the trigger...

The man falling over... head splattered... something your plastic bullet shouldn't have been able to do... the other guard lurching around... looking in your direction and then shambling towards you... something severely wrong with him... or it...

OptiMiss blinking... sighting on the thigh of the lurching guard... and firing again... watching to see what happens... disturbed by having apparently just shot a man to death...

The bullet taking a chunk out of the thigh... but no blood apparent... as the man lurches... and then continues shuffling forward... the wound not seeming to matter to him as he grows closer... and closer... his skin a pale greenish color... his expression dead...

OptiMiss gasps... surely not... aiming for the head once more... pulling the trigger... rewarded by another melon-like explosion... rushing forward... pulling out her datapad to analyze a bit of flesh or blood... for traces of the so-called Zombie drug... glad the thing didn't seem interested in using it's gun...

Your eyes widen as you inspect the dead flesh... dead for six weeks... perhaps longer... no wonder it was so slow and stupid... as well as mushy enough for your bullets to down it... the cells riddled with the drug... it seems Zombie is not just used to destroy the living... but to animate the dead...

OptiMiss takes a deep breath... someone seems to be killing people in order to build an army of the dead... Prism perhaps... maybe not... these dead do not have the cybernetic enhancements Prism is known for... Sara moves toward the temple... whoever it is must be stopped...

The temple having another pair of guards on the inside... walking up and down... looking firmer somehow... dead for less time... doubtless the fresh corpses are kept to guard the factory itself... which must be somewhere underneath this temple...

OptiMiss watches for a moment... wondering how the person behind this madness controls the army of zombies... wondering what that means for Empire City... aiming for the closest guard's head... then the other's... firing two shots... rushing forward...

The guards falling... toppling over... a mining lift set up at the end of the corridor... as you rush forward... your feet clicking on one of the paving slabs... and a flurry of darts rushing from holes in the walls... an ancient booby trap put to work by the new owners...

OptiMiss throws up her arms instinctively... to protect her head... as she dives into a roll... feeling the stinging of bees on hip and thigh... rolling over and looking at her gloves... darts embedded all over them, but not penetrating... the ground behind her littered with more darts... that bounced off her bulletproof costume... taking one from her glove and testing it...

A chill running up your spine... the dart tipped with Zombie... enough to knock you out... or maybe even kill... but evidence that you're on the right trail... as you take the elevator down into the depths below the temple... the machinery clanking and creaking... a warning of your approach...

OptiMiss examining the elevator cage... opening the access door in the roof... crawling atop it... realizing her presence may have been discovered... crouching there... looking for someplace to step off... as the lift approaches the bottom of the shaft...

The cage door opening automatically... to a hail of machine-gun fire... the bullets zinging off the rock walls of the shaft... as you crouch above... safe for the moment... the barrage easing as the dead brains of the zombies realize that there is nobody there to shoot...

OptiMiss steps off the elevator... using the gripping power of her gloves to cling to the rough hewn rock... dangling in snug orange above the door... waiting to see if the elevator cage is sent back up... hoping to then continue her exploration...

The elevator slowly climbing up... past you... a couple of the zombies inside... not seeing you... they have numbers on their side... but not smarts... which could be their undoing...

Activating the camo feature of her costume... her orange-clad ass turning stony... holding perfectly still... not even breathing as the cage rises... the zombies staring blankly at each other... not three feet from her as they pass... she drops down as she here's the cage click to the top... examining the doors...

The doors easy to open a crack... the coast clear... the base seeming to be hewn from the living rock... a laboratory set-up visible through a window... humans putting the drug together... the kingpin of this operation must be close by...

OptiMiss wedges the doors apart and steps through... her camo making her less visible... but not hiding her brown leather boots and gloves nor her movements... as she creeps to the window in a crouch... pistol cocked by her visor...

Several scientists working along a conveyor belt... mixing up doses of the deadly drug... with zombies guarding them... holding guns on them... it occurs to you that the scientists might not be here of their own will... and if you can shut down whatever animates the zombies... you could put the kibosh on this whole sick scheme...

OptiMiss looks around for anything that might be indicative of a control center... still wondering how the zombies are controlled... and by whom... crawling past the window... on hands and knees... looking for other rooms... trying the x-ray option of her visor...

Your X-Ray picking up another room... accessible from the laboratory... a man sitting behind a desk... flanked by two guards... probably more zombies... and some machinery behind him... it could be the key to the whole thing...

OptiMiss makes a face and flattens to the wall by the lab door... trying to formulate a plan... no access to the room beyond... except through the occupied lab... counting zombie guards... and measuring distances... preparing to make a rush... slipping on a gas mask... unsure if she is yet immune to the sleeping potion she uses...

The mask tasting stale... as you slip inside... the scientists studiously ignoring you... even as the zombies turn... raising their weapons... growling as they open fire... five or six of them dotted around the room... firing off their automatics...

OptiMiss ducking and rolling to the side as the smoke and sleeping grenades that preceded her explode at the feet of the zombies... returning fire as she rolls... hoping the zombies won't be able to stay with a moving target... and vulnerable to sleeping gas... as the air fills with ricocheting bullets...

The sleeping gas having no effect on the zombies... although the scientists slump down quickly... the smoke confusing them... as they fire wildly... stray bullets everywhere... some missing you by inches... one striking your ribs...

OptiMiss grunting and wincing at the punch in the gut... firing at the heads of the zombies... using the smoke to her advantage... as her visor allows her to see where others can't... hoping that being flat on the floor will save the scientists from getting shot...

The bullets whizzing over the heads of the scientists as you take the zombies down one by one... or try to... these ones too fresh for your plastic bullets to pierce their skulls... just making them angry... and giving them a direction in which to fire in... the only way to stop them is to shut down the leader...

OptiMiss stops firing as she realizes this is only drawing their fire... yelping as she is struck three more times... knocked off her feet... sprawling... holstering her pistol as she scrambles up... using her taser baton instead... on the zombie that blocks her way... and the door to the room beyond the lab...

The zombie electrified... stumbling away in fear and pain... as you scramble the circuits of the door lock... forcing it open... to reveal an aged man in a Nazi uniform sitting behind a desk... flanked by what looks like a pair of storm troopers... alive and kicking... and armed with pistols... and swords...

OptiMiss reaching for and flicking out bolas at the legs of each trooper... somersaulting toward the desk... in tight orange once more... as the camo effect appears to have shut off in the gunfire... hoping to come to her feet... and thrust the taser baton out over the desk...

A pair of swords clanging together above the desk... blocking you... before the well-trained men slice through the cords of the bolas... and aim their swords at you... slashing at your costume... missing you by a fraction of an inch...

OptiMiss gasps as she stumbles back... looking down at her shredded costume... realizing these storm troopers might just have easily skewered her... thinking she may be overmatched here... mind racing as she tries to think of something... activating a gas grenade and tossing it into the fray... before going for her gun...

The men swinging their swords at the grenade to knock it away... only succeeding in cracking it open and filling the room with the sleeping gas... the two of them holding their breath... one too late... collapsing... the other lunging with his sword to try to skewer you...

OptiMiss falling away... firing multiple times... twisting aside... trying to evade the storm trooper's blade... desperately brushing it aside with a leather glove... sparks flying as steel finds steel... the front and shoulders of her costume already hanging in tatters from the previous attack...

The plastic bullets striking the sword... as he deflects most of them... but not all... the final shot striking him dead centre on his forehead... sending him stumbling back against the machine... the one that's been sending out a low-pitched hum all this time...

OptiMiss gulps and retrains her attention on the man behind the desk... swinging her pistol in that direction... as she gets to her knees... a amply-filled white bra bulging from the rents in the orange bodysuit... "Freeze right there!"

The old man dazed from the sleep gas... breathing from an oxygen tank... cursing... "No... damn you... my zombie horde should have destroyed you once and for all..."

OptiMiss keeping the gun trained on him as she advances toward the desk... baton in the other hand... "How do you control them?" waving the taser baton threateningly... "Tell me now!"

The old man quails before the gun and baton... "The machine puts out a low-frequency pulse... working with the drug... it makes them active... and obedient to me... without the pulse, they'll just collapse... please... don't hurt me..."

OptiMiss glances to the machine... studying the controls... moving to shut it off... "And what was your plan in introducing the drug into Empire City?"

He scowls... "All those who died of an overdose of the drug are prime candidates for my zombie army... once my soldiers delivered this machine to the centre of the city... it would have been my Empire..."

OptiMiss shuts off the machine... and moves behind the man... "Put your arms behind your back so I can bind them..." preparing to do just that...

The man scowling... then kicking back with something hard... the desk falling away to reveal that the old man is only an old man from the waist up... from the waist down... there is a collection of metal legs... a robotic spider-body... scuttling across the room... "I can easily turn my machine back on, OptiMiss... once you're finished..."

OptiMiss leaps back... redrawing her gun... leveling it at the old man... even as she tasers the machine behind her... hoping to render it useless... "Don't make me kill you..."

The machine reduced to a smoking wreck... sparking and fusing... as the spider-man rushes forward... clawing at you with the metal legs...

OptiMiss fires her pistol as she is attacked... aiming for the upper body as best she can... as the mechanical legs knock her off her feet... tearing at her orange-clad legs as they flail...

The metal legs ending in vicious claws... tearing at your suit... and snagging the white bra... as the plastic bullets smack into the upper body of the old man... breaking bones... one hitting his skull and knocking him cold... the spider-mechanism collapsing sideways...

OptiMiss drags herself aside... her creamy breasts swaying side to side as she stands up... her costume in tatters... taking deep breaths... trying to gather herself... as she moves toward the door... to revive the scientists... and fly them home...

(October 2006)