My name’s Lorelai. Also called Riley by some. Been in this god forsaken world 17 years now, and went from daughter of a knight house, to one of the best adventurer’s in the kingdom, to maid/sex slave/bodyguard/whatever the bastard is in the mood for. Speaking of…
“Oh yeah, your tits are the best, Sophia! I’m about to cum, open your mouth.” He said, prying my mouth open with one greasy hand.
“Grrlblgrr.” You in a hurry?, I meant to mock the pencil-dicked quickshot, but the inside of my mouth was currently occupied by an hour’s worth of his spunk. His recovery rate is ridiculously fast, but it’s always watery so it’s not as bad as it could get.
From the corner of my eye, I could see the boy, cuffed to a seat, watching on with a painful expression as a few of his teeth were recently punched out by yours truly. You’d think that it being past midnight, kids his age should be in bed sleeping, but the pipsqueak did attempt to assassinate Locus while I was getting a skewer and some kebabs. He keeps me fed, but only because he knows I can’t do my job right without energy.
Right, current situation. Me, the scrawny bastard slapping his sweaty hips on the underside of my boobs, and the bloody mouthed assassin boy are in a carriage being pulled by an undead horse… sleipnir, I guess. We’re headed to the Hope Orphanage, an organization run by the bastard and one of his devil associates. He’d paralyzed me to relieve himself so I was lying on my back on the floor of the carriage, unable to move, or feel anything for that matter. On the positive side, it also removed my taste and sense of smell so I could’ve felt worse.
He doesn’t even dare use my pussy or mouth anymore since my subconscious reflexes have a tendency to make it pop like a balloon. I also have the skill Sharkskin, but I’d need to willingly invoke it, which I obviously can’t due to the slavery collar. As a result, whenever he needs to relieve himself with me, he’d use my tits, thighs, armpits, hair, feet, or navel.
As for why people on the streets aren’t in chaos about the undead, 8-legged horse beast, it’s probably the same reason why they don’t notice that the sky has been fucking black for the past 6 months. In other words, some sort of mind magic. I think Selma explained it to me once, something about astral alignment, hexcraft, and some other magic bullshit I can’t bother remembering. The reason why me and the 3 girls notice it is due to staying too long in faux-spark and… Yeah, I can’t do this.
As another load of watery jizz went into my mouth and covered my face and hair, I heard the carriage stop. He pulled up his pants and got off. I was still lying prone on the carriage floor with my legs slightly bent cramped for lack of room. My mouth was open and I was breathing through my nose.
Dammit, he didn’t undo the ‘don’t move’ command! How long am I supposed to stay like this? I fucking swear, the day I take this collar off is the day…
“...” The boy stared at me for a few seconds. He then took off his shoe with the one hand that wasn’t cuffed and produced a thin iron dagger from inside.
Trying to kill me? Or is it suicide? Maybe both? Unlucky for him, I’m pretty much immune to iron blades at this point. Should’ve brought mythril or orichalcum.
The boy raised his knife above my mostly naked chest, putting both palms on the butt of the knife he, thrust it down. It didn’t penetrate. He was shocked.
I was frankly prepared for him to aim for my eyes next. My eyes aren’t as tough. He doesn’t know that, but it shouldn’t be a hard guess. But he didn’t. He put away the knife and sat down roughly on his ass, staring at his hands for a while. He looked at me again.
“So. Uh, Sophia?”
My name is Lorelai but sure. It’s not like I can talk right now.
“You’re his slave right? That collar...”
Yeah, mine’s the highest grade collar from the empire, unlike the other girls. It’s got 10 absolute commands along with general obedience. Not to brag, but the bastard had to use 9 of those commands just to make sure I don’t ‘accidentally’ kill him. I came close a few times. As a top rate warrior, I have more than a few tricks to try even with my whole body paralyzed. Apparently he saves the last command for each of us (except Madelin) in case he needs us to kill ourselves.
“Why didn’t he kill me? He was almost about to, but then he just stopped...”
Well, I wasn’t there, I donno. But judging by how he’s bringing the boy here, to the orphanage, it won’t be anything good.
“Fuck, fuck! I never should’ve left the base. Dammit, Father was right, that man is a monster!”
Can’t disagree. Just yesterday he ordered me to kill 20 men and 1 girl after they were drugged and mind controlled into fucking for 16 hours straight. The corpses all melted into a big magic circle that started glowing all of a sudden, he came in, took some notes and told me to clean the whole room. I needed a long shower after that...
“H-Hey, maybe I can help you. We have a guy who’s good at removing curse items...”
Locus opened the door to the carriage. He cast a short spell.
“Sophia, I’ve done away with the paralysis, you can move now. We have some company I need you to deal with. Don’t forget to swallow.”
I swallowed the disgusting jizz as all of my senses returned to me. My body was cold. I was wearing, well, it’s called bikini armor, but it’s nothing but some thin pasties over my nipples and pussy, and a long line of anal beads containing all the enchantments. I’m basically naked with a bunch of metal balls up my butt.
I focused my ki until the throbbing in my ass became a minor itch I can ignore. I strapped on my sword and jumped out of the carriage.
5, 15, 18 of them. They were all in rough leather armor, but had the face of knights. One square jawed man with plate armor and a scar over his eye barked furiously.
“Hand over Master Alexander, devil worshipping bastard!”
So they’re after the boy, Alexander, I’ll call him Alex for short. He had his glare pointed at Locus but I noticed his pupils twitching toward the carriage a few times. The back door was open and the boy was visible to them. They must’ve also seen the blood covering his shirt as I felt their murderous rage toward us multiply.
“Where and how many. Do you sense any mages among them?”
“18. Mostly with the group over there, a few flanking each side. One mage, with the group.”
“Is that large man strong?”
“Only gold ranked.” I answered truthfully. The mage might be around mythril but that wasn’t the question.
There are 6 adventurer ranks in the kingdom’s guild: Copper, Silver, Gold, Mythril, Orichalcum and Adamantite. The only adamantite rank party in the kingdom fled to the empire 6 months ago, so as an orichalcum, I am the strongest adventurer in the city right now. I can’t boast too much; after all, I’m in a situation where I’m being forced to help a bastard bent on blackening the sky over the whole world apparently.
“Kill them all except those two.”
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“That won’t be necessary. I can make fine use of them.”
I didn’t need to look behind me to know who that was. Wearing all black with 4 black katanas at her hips. She looked like an elf, but her real identity is that of a pagan of the western continent, a devil.
“Good day to you to, Alice.”
“Come on, Lucky, you don’t visit nearly enough. And all you do is bring children. How am I supposed to raise a strong brood without a strong man’s seed? … Unless you’re offering.”
“... No thank you, I prefer my head well attached to my body. I suppose I can give you the large one with the scar.”
“I will be taking all of them.”
“Fine. But extract what they know first.”
“Deal.”
After their little exchange, my order was amended. It’s at this point that I’d want to resist. Maybe intentionally lose so that the scumbags behind me can deal with their own enemies. But it’s a damn shame because one of my commands make me do everything I can to complete the objective. Another command makes it so that ‘anything’ doesn’t include putting the Master or any allies in harm.
Focusing my ki, I first dash behind the mage. Before I drop him with a chop to the nape,
“Guillotine!!” I dodge to the side, as a saber passes by where my head was.
“That green hair and skin… you’re Riley the Gust!?” said the eye scarred man pointing his saber.
I stay silent.
“W-What in Bram’s name are you wearing!” The mage who had turned around readied an earth spike in his hand and got red cheeked, seeing my body from up close. I mean, they say some wizards practice celibacy but this is ridiculous.
I draw the sword on my back and leaped away. An arrow pierced the ground where I was just standing.
“Multi.” I invoke a martial art that lets me create illusion clones. 10 of them with a basic level art but they should be enough. I share sight, sound and smell with all of them. ‘I’ scattered in different directions, sending 3 of me to the scarred man and mage duo. The clone me’s can’t hit anything, but they can create the illusion of dodging and were great for distraction. Real me ran toward ranged attackers like that archer.
I was done with 5 of them before a rock spike flew past me and hit a tree, causing the bark to splinter and graze my arm. Not an injury since my skin is tougher than that, so I ignore the mage who discovered my position and knock out 11 other attackers before coming back to face the two strongest ones.
The mage looked nervous and was sweating bullets, while the big guy was fuming.
“Are you mocking me, Francis Raaga, vice captain of the royal knights!”
“Lord Raaga, *gasp* there’s no use *gasp* talking to a slave.” Said the mage. I mean, I want to say something, but one of my commands seals my voice for everything other than saying skill names during combat.
I was letting them talk. I was hit with an enchanted poison needle, and my body’s currently dealing with it. It’s one of those moments in fights where both sides come to a mutual pause to heal up.
“What do you mean, Jean? She’s not one of his minions? Clearly, she’s just as perverted.”
“Uh, that’s… no. She’s likely one of the women he keeps along with the princess.”
“Are you saying she’s also in need of rescue? That Riley the Gust? Just how powerful is that man...”
“Gulp...” The mage downed a small mana potion and said, “She’s a difficult enemy yes, but if it looks dire, I apologize lord, but I know too much.”
“What do you-”
“Burst.” Break time is over, so I pull up another art. This one’s what got me my title.
Power swelled up from within me and time seemed to flow at half speed. I ran toward the big guy first this time, and sweeped him across the legs. Before he fell, he managed to twist himself toward me in an attempt to stab his saber into my stomach.
My sword cut his like butter and the top half of the saber was sent flying. I then stabbed him deep in the shoulder as he fell.
Suddenly, I sensed something big was coming, along with a heat on my back. Behind me, I saw the mage a distance away quickly mumbling a spell. His hands and arms were burned and boiling red, and between then, a small white ball of fire. Shit. I won’t make it.
“Burst III!” This skill makes me go 8 times faster.
“Prominence Ultima!” The mage shouted and light filled the area.
I covered the light with my body. “Stone X!”
I wonder, why do I fight so hard? Do I want to prove something? To Dad, to my brothers who always treated me like a princess? I don’t know. My memories are fuzzy. Most of my emotions are dulled too. I only feel anger from time to time; it must be just that strong. I wonder what’ll happen to me if all the emotions are released one day, when I take off this collar.
“Are you awake? Get your armor on, and follow me.”
“Fucking hell...”
My head hurts. My stomach too. I feel the buffs and protections taking effect as I shove each bead up my ass. My pasties are gone, must’ve burned up. Whatever.
As I follow behind Locus along the long, dark corridor, I notice that he’s fidgety. Must be because of the lack of light. This fuckface goes into a panic whenever any of the torches in his mansion go out. But this orphanage isn’t completely dark, the windows are just small and few in number.
The 2 pairs of footsteps are sometimes accompanied by a few more. The orphans. All wearing nothing other than a bandana with strange markings covering their eyes. They’re all skinny to the point where I can count their ribs. They were doing menial chores like cleaning or carrying something. But most of them aren’t here. They’re at the altar at the basement of this building, which is where we’re headed most likely.
My guess was wrong. We went to another room. It was Alcatraz’s room apparently, or, obviously I should say. Locus picked up a torch from the wall, changed the fire to the blue flame he uses in his house and entered the room.
“Alice, I’m coming in.”
“My, you’ve gotten so rude Lucky. I told you I’d be busy. nhh!”
The room is dark. It has no furniture or windows. The light of the fire shone silver on the layers of webbing inside that coated the walls, floor and ceiling, and lit up the red pairs of eyes of the creature that turned her head at us.
Alcatraz, called Alice in her elf form, is an arachne, basically. I’ve fought some in dungeons but this resident of the western continent was no dumb monster. She’s currently having her way with a number of the knights I fought and beat, gagged and tied with web. I could see that most of them were in web cocoons and hung on the ceiling, only their heads out.
3 men were inserted in three of her holes: one at the base of her human upper body, one under her her spidery middle, and the last one behind her sticking his rod in the place an arachne shoots web. I’d later learn that her spider pussy is below her, while her anus is right above the spinneret, and that she isn’t like ‘some’ arachne who get off on having their web hole fucked.
“Sophia, chair.” Locus said, pointing downwards.
“Yeah yeah.” I put my hands on the floor and got on my knees in front of him. He sat on me, then commanded me to crawl toward the spider devil. It’s annoying to walk on web, but this level of binding only slightly slows me down.
“Where’s the boy I brought over? He wasn’t at the altar when I last checked.”
So he went there before I woke up.
“Haah, haah, nhh... the control charm didn’t work, and, yes, ahn, that’s it, yes, nhh, nhhhhh!!”
“And? And what? Arrgh, fuck!”
I felt Locus shuffling on my back, and turning my head, I saw that the asshole sitting on me had already taken out his dick and had started stroking it. His slimy ball sack was touching my skin… and I decided not to think about it, and wait it out.
Alcatraz came, along with 4 others. In a lustful frenzy, she bit down on the man in front of her, her lower jaw splitting in two. Blood sprayed out from the decapitated neck, causing the man’s body to twitch uncontrollably. Meanwhile, Alcatraz started on his shoulder, never minding the blood drenching her naked body red. She ate the arm fast, then slowed down while eating the other arm. She bit and chewed his chest and stomach, eating meat, and organs alike, but not the bone which she spit back out.
I noticed that she didn’t go for the heart, skillfully aiming her fangs at the rest of the man from head to waist. At last, she picked up the heart with both hands, licked it a few times and then put it in her mouth with an expression like she was eating a delicious dessert.
At this point, Locus slipped on his own spunk and fell off my back. He was stuck on the webbing on the floor, but unable to resist the lust in the room, he jacked off a couple more times while the arachne was having her meal.
Me? The lust didn’t affect me at all. Resistances. I just watched with a faint feeling of disgust.
“Sorry about that, you know how I get.”
“It’s fine. Now about the boy.”
“Ah yes, where was I? The control charm wasn’t working, so I put him in the well to drain his mana... Where did you even pick up this kid? His mana stores are massive.”
“It was honestly a coincidence. He attacked me, I was going to kill him, but I stopped when I noticed his mana.”
“I don’t know, it’s never a coincidence with you. And? What are we doing with him? He’ll be a good battery for your little project, but we’ll need to do something about his natural resistance.”
“That I’m sure of. But in light of today’s events, I think I have a better use for him first.”
“Oh? Enlighten me.”
“He’s going to be bait.”
A ‘quest’. Just peachy.