Novels2Search
Photographs Tell No Truths
This Photograph Is Proof

This Photograph Is Proof

Photographs Tell No Truths

Chapter 4: This Photograph Is Proof

Disclaimer: Do You Think if I Owned TF2 I’d be Writing a Worm x Fanfic?

I mean… Probably… I own Absolutely NOTHING.

Story Start:

More Twin Shenanigans Happen In This Chapter! You’ve been Warned!

----------------------------------------

After the events of the previous day, Taylor was understandably… out of it… so when her Pavlovian Programming woke her after a few hours of inadequate rest, it was completely understandable that the first thing Taylor did after stumbling out of bed was to immediately forget about where in her room she’d left her new steamer trunk.

“Shit! Mother fucking god damn piece of shit!”

And trip over the damn thing.

That was the story Taylor was going with and she was sticking with it.

Putting aside her exercise routine for a moment, Taylor flicked on a nearby lamp and glared at the offending piece of luggage before reluctantly standing back up, rubbing her sore palms from the pain of catching herself on her unexpected fall.

Still glaring, Taylor reluctantly hoisted the trunk up and carried it over to a desk nestled in the corner of her room for such things, and went through the long, and rather lengthy process of opening it.

Much like the initial puzzle lock on her cigarette case, each and every case, trunk, and box sent to her by her Overlord AI, was completely covered in a series of ever increasingly difficult puzzle locks, only a few of which weren’t trap to spray or inject Taylor with some horrific concoction that’d take hours to get off.

This steamer trunk… was not one of those. Thankfully because Taylor’s current physical condition did not leave much in the way of evasion capabilities, which would have been severely needed to open the case had it actually been trapped.

Matter of fact the whole puzzle around the case was oddly… easy…

Much like the lock that had been on her cigarette case come to think of it…

Which immediately would have had the hairs on the back of Taylor’s neck standing on end… you know if she still had them…

Slowly opening the trunk with a profound feeling of trepidation, Taylor was only slightly surprised when the inner lining revealed that it was lead lined…

However it was the contents of the trunk that really stole Taylor’s attention and breath away.

Inside the trunk each held within a foam lining was a book, a complex looking watch, a butterfly knife, and a rather large revolver.

Her favorite revolver.

From all the dozens of “Hand Cannons” that her AI Overlord had her use during those last two months of training.

The Big Kill.

A Smith and Wesson model twenty nine, with a six inch barrel and chambered in forty four magnum, painted in a stylish dark purple and a dark wood finish on its grips.

The Big Kill was a beast of a gun, and Taylor absolutely adored it.

Picking up her new gun with shaking hands, Taylor’s grin was as wide as it was going to get, and even then her mouth was attempting to push those limits.

Putting the gun down on the desk next to her somewhat reluctantly (after clearing the gun), Taylor moved on to the book, the watch looked normal. But after the complications her life took after fiddling with a seemingly normal cigarette case, Taylor knew better than to touch the silver and would wrist watch without first finding out exactly what it did.

Hence the book first, which would hopefully shed some light on the artifact, as well as her currently semi useless PDA cigarette case.

“Tools of the Craft, a user’s guide to the Invis Watch, Disguise Kit, and AM/FM Sapper.” Taylor read aloud, looking at the box again, Taylor didn’t see anything resembling a “Sapper” and she didn’t think it was her new revolver… but the steamer case looked a lot larger than what she could currently see so Taylor assumed it was currently hidden under the foam.

Quickly skimming through the book, nothing in detail but just enough to understand her latest acquisition.

And boy howdy Taylor was ever glad she did.

Not especially since apparently the watch had a self-destruct feature activated by pressing the power button three times in quick succession, and promised “A Nuclear Yield of at Least ten point five kiloto… approximately HALF the power of the Fatman.

WHY?!

The manual didn’t say. Thankfully the self-destruction timer (of about five seconds) could be canceled by repeating the process, and signaled its activation with a glowing red screen, and a countdown beep.

That aside the Invis Watch was hilariously useful, wrapping the user in a field of “energy” that bent the light around them, obscuring the user from sight, though bumping into someone or otherwise coming into contact with people would briefly disrupt the semi-solid field.

Said field made firearms, and knives useless while active.

With the former having a high likelihood of causing an explosion at the muzzle, and distribution the point of the blade far too wide to do anytime more than mildly inconvenience anyone hit by it.

Using the Sapper was a definite no go as well since anything leaving her person had a high likelihood of just breaking the Invis watch’s field entirely, requiring a reset to reactivate the invisibility field.

The Sapper itself was apparently designed to look like a small radio, and emitted an EMP frequency that would destroy any electronic machinery it was placed next to while active.

This included both her Disguise Kit and Invis Watch. Thankfully the Sapper itself was rather rugged and was made with being thrown in mind.

Finally the Disguise Kit.

Her cigarette case apparently (after scanning someone) would allow her to instantly and perfectly replicate what someone looked like, wrapping her in a similar if less intrusive energy field, that would replicate whatever she chose to disguise herself as’ outfit, their physical appearance (and weight), and anything they were carrying.

Though any papers not outwardly visible would appear blank, and any machinery or tools they carried wouldn’t function.

However any hostile action she took while under the disguise would cancel it.

In a pinch? Kinda useless.

But if Taylor had a bit of time to plan and research her target or area? Potentially a security nightmare.

Closing the manual, Taylor went through the process of putting on her new watch, hiding her new (and oddly heavy) knife on her person, and then removed the now empty Styrofoam cutout.

Under was the expected AM/FM Sapper (it was even labeled), a selection of quick loaders, boxes of forty four magnum rounds, several rolls of golden coins of some description, and two letters one with her name on it.

Grabbing the letter first, Taylor broke the seal with a sense of trepidation.

If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

Hello Ms. Hebert

Your Are Formally Invited To Visit

The Continental Hotel

1 Wall Street Court

We Await Your Arrival

“Well that’s ominous. Why do I feel like I just started “With Friends Like These”?” Taylor sighed, memorizing the address on the note before setting the note on fire and flicking it into her ashtray.

The next letter didn’t help the sinking feeling in her stomach… at ALL.

Hello Taylor

Please Dress Well When You Visit The Continental

Maybe Wear That Silver Yukata We Got You

Call 1 800 761 6543

Two Gold Coins Will Be Required For The Trip

I Look Forward To Seeing You Again

Mistress

Taylor couldn’t burn that note faster. She did memorize the number on the card first though.

“Today… Is going to be one of those days, isn't it.”

‘Immaculata at least seemed to have gone back to normal.’ Taylor thought with a relieved mental sigh, as quiet halls greeted her presence. Though she did note a marked increase in quiet giggling and stares from her female classmates. ‘And no twins today so at least I won’t have to feel like a hunted rabbit all day.’

Taylor honestly didn’t know how exactly to feel about that.

On one hand, Taylor found the two redheads completely sexy as hell with their athletically svelte frames.

But on the other they made her feel Hunted .

Before Winslow she’d probably have been incredibly flattered and been more willing to reciprocate the feelings they were so obviously pushing towards her…

But because Winslow had been what it was, The Trio made reconciling the feelings the Twins were giving her as a good thing.

Taylor was just about to celebrate being free of the Twins for the day when fate decided to throw a wrench into her plans.

“Hey Taylor,” “Did you miss us?” “We Definitely Missed You” Purred the Twins into her ears slamming into either side of Taylor, making her internally wince as her still sore ribs flared painfully past the haze of painkillers she loaded up on before leaving for school.

“Mina, Nona, nice to see the pair of you again.” Taylor stated formally nodding to either twin ignoring how her face wanted to light up like a cherry red balloon, while keeping her eyes locked down the hallway.

The twins just giggled, and fell into lock step with her, oblivious how the space for her to walk through opened even more for the twins, even as the deluge of whispers briefly spiked higher.

“Where’d you hear our names?” “We never did introduced ourselves yesterday, did we, dear sister?” “No we did not. So Mistress, where Did you hear about us?” the Twins demanded, pressing into her again.

‘Damn vixens,’

“I have my ways,” Taylor replied noncommittally, with a shrug. Why should she ever give up a source?

“Oh we’re sure of that, especially after your magic vanishing trick yesterday.” The twins purred and Taylor internally winced at the reminder of her blunder, her healing wounds throbbing in phantom pain at the remembrance of her accident, glad the twins had apparently missed her getting launched like a pinball.

“Thank you girls for the escort, but I have to go, this is my class. See you at swim class?” Taylor asked hopefully, hopeful that she’d be able to get through at least one class without being pinned between the two red heads.

“We know! That’s what took us so long to find you this morning! We Transferred to your class!” The twins cheered, before turning to Taylor with saucy grins,

“Good thing too, Mrs. Adderley's class is boring as all hell. Your class should be Way more fun!” one twin stated as both twins moved forward before one opened the door for her, both holding a curtsey as Taylor reluctantly made her way inside.

----------------------------------------

Lesbian Shenanigans Begin HERE!

The rest of the school day proceeded in much the same way.

Taylor would attempt to split off from the twins, only for the duo to follow her in lockstep, while being flirty and seductive with her yet in equal parts submissive and demure while in or at the door to her, or rather their next class.

It was all rather infuriating and hit parts of her libido that Taylor wasn’t even aware she had. But more than that, the way they smiled and the looks they gave each other when they thought Taylor couldn’t see them set off all kinds of warning bells in Taylor’s head, and set her on edge.

She knew those looks well. And Taylor knew better than to let those kinds of machinations fester.

So when it came time for their swim class Taylor decided that it was time for the Twins to face the music.

Quickly stripping out of her clothes, and pausing briefly to wish the locker napper a good rest, Taylor confidently and imperiously marched through the halls of the girls locker room to where some quick snooping on her part led her to the location of the twins lockers.

Coincidentally terrifying all the other girls who saw the tall brunette celestial on a warpath, out of the locker room.

No way in hell were they going to get caught up in whatever had inspired such wrath from the ever calm and radiant Queen.

----------------------------------------

Mina and Nona:

Taylor Hebert, Radiant Queen of Senior Year was an interesting case to the duo and the latest target/victim of their “affections”. She was a mysterious and interesting nut to crack.

To both Mina and Nona, having appeared from nowhere during the middle of Junior year under personal endorsement of the fucking Principal (and weren’t the duo floored when that particular rumor turned out to actually be true), Miss Hebert had then proceeded to not only catch up on Immaculata’s curriculum, but far and away surpass it, rapidly rising to be the top ranking student in the entire school all before junior year had come to it’s close.

And she was a magnificent beauty to boot on top of being an intellectual powerhouse.

Tall, Elegant, Majestic, and Radiant, always found walking the halls or sitting quietly in class with a calm gentle smile.

And Mina and Nona wanted her, never before had such a True Scion every bit deserving of her title as The Radiant Queen to Immaculata, not even Mako, the ever dozing princess, had riled up their lust so.

And perhaps they pushed too hard, and she was just suddenly there.

“Hello Mina, Nona.” Taylor whispered into their ears, her soft, strong hands seizing their shoulders, her hot breath tickling their ears as she pulled them closer together, shoulder to shoulder, naked and bare.

“?” Nona and Mina found themselves squeaking in unison, as each felt themselves drawn together, and felt themselves shudder pure inexplicit WANT .

“You two have been naughty haven’t you? Is this what you wanted? Breaking down my defenses all day so I’d just be a soft, Silky Sweet Puddle of Want for you to play with at your leisure?” Taylor purred, and it was all Mina and Nona could do not to fall into a puddle themselves as they felt Taylor lean forward and press the naked stiff peaks of her soft understated breasts into their backs.

“N-no…” Nona started only to be cut off by her traitorous sister as Mina shouted a gleeful “Yes! Yes!” a practically orgasmic shudder quiving through her, and soon Nona found out why.

As she suddenly found Taylor’s hand gliding down across her back, and cupped her sopping wet cunny from behind.

“Is that right Nona? That wasn’t your plan at all? Shame…” Taylor tisked, her fingers, slowly and skimmed across her outer lips, “I would have certainly loved to play… Isn’t that right Mina?”

“Yes! Yes…” was Mina’s only ragged reply and a quick glance back showed that Taylor was in fact two fingers deep in her sister.

“Are you sure that isn’t what you planned Nona? You wouldn’t lie to me after all would you?” and there was Taylor’s silken voice in her ear once more, as she felt the full force of Taylor’s chest against her back forcing her forward, pinned to her locker, and giving her an even clearer view was Taylor’s digits pistoned into Mina’s drooling snatch.

“It was! We wanted to have you eating out of the palm of our hands!” Nona heard herself saying unbidden to her own desires, which were rapidly being overtaken as she watched her sister writhe in pleasure.

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it?” Taylor asked her voice radiant and understanding, as Nona found the first of Taylor’s stiffening digits slowly prying open her most precious of places, somewhere that until then had only been explored by her own fingers, and those of her sister’s.

And just as Taylor’s fingers had explored to their first knuckle, that the school warning bell sounded, and Nona and Mina found their hungry lips once more empty.

“Oh what a shame, until next time girls, maybe I’ll feel like playing again Later … See you in class… Ta~” Taylor called out, already walking away, leaving the duo in the unsatisfied puddles of their own want.

“We never stood a chance did we Mina,” Nona sighed looking longingly at the retreating backside of the Radiant Queen of Immaculata, her perfectly sculpted long legs, causing her pert, round ass to sway ever so temptingly as she sashayed out of the hall, presumably back to her own locker.

“No… no we did not…” Mina gasped an even bigger mess than her sister, legs quivering with need after being given the world’s cruelest clam jam by the ever remorseless passage of time.

“Worth It!”

The Shenanigans Have Ended!

----------------------------------------

Mako:

From her spot in the rafters of the pool hall Mako couldn’t help but giggle in helpless laughter (much to the confusion of those below her, another rumor that the school was haunted would no doubt reach the ears of the occult club that very afternoon), the Shark Twins, the ever unceasing predators, had obviously met their match.

Given that they were now following in Taylor’s wake like a pair of lost kittens, gone were the graceful hunters, so confident in their eventual conquest of yet another school beauty.

Now they were nothing but puppies begging at Taylor’s tail for scraps.

She’d long since been waiting for the day it’d happen, especially after her own seduction at the duos’ hands.

“To you Taylor Hebert, Radiant Queen, I tip my sleeping cap.” Mako grinned, it seemed her senior year at Immaculata was going to be ever so amusing.

----------------------------------------

Taylor:

After her little confrontation with the Twins, Taylor found her day going much, MUCH smoother.

Oh sure the Twins still teased, and tempted her, but that was just their nature.

‘The world is a strange strange place sometimes.’ Taylor mused within the quiet of her own mind as she took a deep drag from her cigarette.

She was in the back of a Cab from the number her Overlord had given her, and was on her way to the Continental Hotel.

It was time to face her own music, Taylor just hoped it wasn’t a funeral dirge.

The Continental Hotel was in a word.

Amazing.

An Elegant spire of stone and glass, it was a thing of beauty.

“Thanks for the ride,” Taylor stated demurely smiling to the cab driver, handing him the two gold coin fee that the note she’d received warned her to give.

The Driver just gave her a small nod before driving off after giving her time to step onto the sidewalk.

“Ma’am,” the two guards cum bellhops stated stiffly opening the doors to the Continental Hotel for her.

Inside the hotel was even more magnificent than its exterior.

With rich stone pillars and expensive marble flooring, the place honestly should have seemed gaudy, but there was just this sense of formality, and calm that made the interior of the hotel feel more like an old timey bank.

Elegant and Severe.

It was a place only for those who were capable of paying the price.

Allowing her training to take control of her movements, Taylor let her Awareness spike, and she felt her body glide across the entrance of the Hotel, and approached the front desk…

“I have an appointment,” Taylor told the woman at the desk in lue of a greeting, and was directed to an elevator behind the desk.

It was an old wrought iron thing, with a gate door, it played into the aged elegance of the hotel very well.

Up two floors, Taylor found herself in yet another entry hall, this one much thinner but equally as resplendent as the previous. Yet its residence, as finely dressed as they all were, set her Awareness on edge.

These people were dangerous, how dangerous Taylor didn’t know but she wasn’t eager to test her mettle against theirs.

“Ms. Hebert, we have eagerly been awaiting your arrival. My name is Charon, the Concierge of this fine establishment.” the man at the front desk greeted her. He was an older, distinguished black gentleman. “Please follow me,” his deep rich voice held a note of deep yet understated power, a man that Taylor couldn’t help but respect.

Nodding at the man, Taylor waited patiently as he waved one of the guards to take his place, before moving out from around the gated desk, and led her down a hall that would have been unseen by any without Taylor’s particular gifts.

Not that she knew that.

“Here at the Continental Hotel, we pride ourselves with being able to provide for any need so long as you can pay the price, The Sommelier shall provide you with any of your wining and dining needs, our in house Doctor shall always ensure that you are in your top condition to enjoy any beavy of activating you might find yourself embroiled in, should you fine your clothes damage or unsuited to the occasion we have a Seamstress and Tailor on staff to help your with any of your apparel needs, our Cartographer I’m told has quite the collection of scenic and useful locals available, Our Taxi services I’m told you have already taken advantage of, we also of course have a Stylist and Hairdresser on staff should you decide you need a new fresher hairstyle, and of course should you take advantage of any services we offer all come with the offer of Sanctuary. Even if all you wish to use is our in-house bar.” Charon stated calmly while leading Taylor on, pointing to a door or elevator here or there as they passed them. “Today of course you were invited as a guest so any needs of Sanctuary have already been extended to you. However, if you'd like to take advantage of any of our services, simply inform me, and I shall gladly lead you to them after your meeting.”

Taylor for her part just followed along silently taking in the grandeur of the Continental, if this was the kind of place her AI Overlord came from or was associated with then no wonder she was more than able to afford everything she’d been given over the course of her training.

“And this Ms. Hebert is where I depart,” Charon stated, holding out a metal armband to her, it was thick and made of some oddly cold metal. “Please remove this armband once your meeting is done and I shall gladly come to fetch you, until then please refrain from removing it.”

And with that, Charon vanished… Well not really, Taylor was far too used to such tricks for Charon to actually lose her, he was decently skilled at the technique, but sadly Taylor probably would have kept track even before her training.

Now here she was, standing before a set of oddly cheap looking double doors.

Why did she have the feeling that this wasn’t going to be something as simple as a meeting?

Chapter End