I led Reya by her hand until we were out of Hideki labs, and out onto the street. I got a few stares for the getup I was wearing, but eventually they returned to their proper place. Those people probably figured I’d be more trouble than I was worth talking to, and boy would they be right.
I gripped at the skin-tight S.M.A.R.T. (which Judgment so happened to inform me meant: Simple Machine Automated Reality Tester) suit on my body to adjust it to a slightly more comfortable position. God I was I glad that the suit had a built-in cup.
I lifted my other hand to scratch my nose, which I coincidentally forgot had Reya’s hand in it. Speaking of which…
I looked at the Princess, who wasn’t moving, or speaking. Just looking at me with pleading eyes. Curious, I let go of her hand, yet she still continued to look at me. What was-?
My heart sank as I realized what had happened. Judgment, can you hear me?
“Technically, I can’t hear you, but rather-”
Not important right now. Anyway, can you bring Reya and I into subspace? Also, raise time dilation to 500:1 real life seconds. We should be fine if we’re only there for a short while.
“Understood.” I felt my head heat up as the Judgment Panel fired a beam at Reya’s, before the world around me went black.
When I awoke, I was staring at Reya, who was still as a statue. “Judgment!,” an orb of darkness manifested above Reya and I. Well that’s not ominous at all.
“Yes, Master?” Reya’s eyes widened upon hearing Judgment’s tone, but she remained in place.
“Bring up the contract between the Princess and I. There are some revisions I must make.” The orb disappeared, only to be replaced by a floating black piece of paper. It slowly floated down into my hands.
“Here.” I pointed to the seventh clause on the contract. “Please remove ‘The Seventh Clause: The Slave needs a prompt from it’s Master in order to speak, move, or emote.’ Looking back on it, that one’s just unfair.”
I felt bad as this contract was made immediately following another mental breakdown, but how could she blame me? She was trying to manipulate me, it was only right that-
No. No! I will not have my morals fall to shit just because my expectations of life have.
“Contract successfully updated. Proceeding back to Ethia.” The darkness returned, and when it faded, we were back in the streets of Rong, just outside of Hideki Labs once more.
Reya breathed heavily, and looked at me with a tinge of… what was that emotion? “Thanks for doing that. I know I agreed to the contract, but I didn’t realize I wouldn’t be able to move without permission. I’ll be honest, I thought I was going to have a panic attack.”
She smiled weakly, and I rebuked myself for even feeling anything for her. I couldn’t have these emotions if I wanted to live in this world, not as an emotional cripple, but as a successful person. I needed to dull myself.
I turned away from her and muttered, “I’m sorry, I was in a bad place when I made that contract… ok, I guess I still am in a bad place. If there are any other clauses that significantly impair your life, let me know and we can maybe do something about it.”
She smiled and nodded before starting to walk off in the opposite direction of the red light district. I sighed and dragged my feet while following her along. “You know we talked about this literally 10 minutes ago, right? I think it’s high time I blew off some steam-”
“I know.” Reya said, cutting me off, “but I need to bring you to your master first.” Wow I’m surprised cutting me off violated none of the clauses of our contract. Wait, what did she just…?
I grabbed Reya by her arm and turned her around. I grabbed the back of her head and brought her face close to mine. “You know, I swear I heard something funny just now. I could have sworn I heard my slave talking to her master about being owned by another person.” She blushed and averted her eyes, but I was interrupted when a light cough came from behind me.
I let go of Reya and turned to see Bruce, who had changed out of his soldiers’ uniform and had changed into more casual clothes. He wore a sleeveless shirt with armbands that reached his elbows, and emphasized his biceps. Silver cargo pants contrasted with his dark skin, making the outfit look fashionable as a whole.
“I’ve come to pick you up, princess.” He then turned to me. “Apologies to you as well, Joshua. I didn’t think in a million years that you’d turn down the princess’s offer. It was insensitive of me to presume to know your intentions.” He bowed, and I held in my urge to openly voice my disgust. How could he think that everything was alright with just a few words?
I said nothing, and taking that as a hint, the large man stood back up with a wry smile on his face. “I guess people aren’t so easily forgiven in your world, huh? Oh well.” He started walking into the alleyway where he came from, and Reya followed, leading me to follow her in turn.
Why did I do that to Reya? Am I just taking out my frustrations on her? Fuck, I wish I could control emotions better. Does Judgment have a feature like that?
“I do Master.” The almost corporeal voice resounded in my ear, and made my normal step an ungainly lurch forward. The auto-balancing feature on the suit was what kept me upright, but I glanced up to see the look of concern directed at me from Reya.
“Don’t worry about it. The suit just rode up a bit and made me step weird.” She rolled her eyes and returned to following Bruce, while I cursed the AI in my head.
Judgment, even if you can hear my inner monologue, please ignore it unless otherwise spoken to, ok?
“Understood, Master. In response to your previous grievance, I do have an old-world antidepressant recipe stored in my data bank. I could give you a remote injection, if you would like?”
I thought back to my abusive father’s relationship with my mom, and her advice to me: ‘Medication doesn’t make things better, it just numbs you to reality.’ Despite her warnings, that was exactly what I needed right now.
Please do so, just adjust the dosage for my body weight and height. I felt a sharp sting on my head, but it only lasted an instant before I was apparently finished being drugged up. Thanks Judgment.
“You’re welcome Master. Feel free to rely on me more in the future.” The voice and it’s message sent a shiver down my spine. Was Judgment really that starved for attention that it wanted to pander to me, the only one who could interact with it?
“We’re here.” Reya’s voice brought me back to reality, and when I came to my senses, we were in front of a large white building. The material it was made out of had the luster of steel, with the rough feeling of a rock. I looked up to the sign, only to find it blank. The alleyway had cleared into a large, open square, with only the single building in the vicinity. Instead of the grilled food and occasional piss smell of the alleyways, the building and surrounding courtyard had a flowery smell emanating from it.
“There’s no name?” I frowned. Reya shook her head and pointed to her own eyes.
“You need Judgment to turn on it’s Augmented Reality feature for you.” I gave the AI a quick mental command to do just that, and bright blue letters popped into my field of view. The sight was jarring to say the least, and quickly brought me pain.
“Fuck.” I muttered, rubbing my eyes. “Do people actually use this setting?”
“It’s actually the norm.” Reya replied. “It would be rarer to find someone who doesn’t use AR nowadays.” Her voice, while quite pleasant to the ear, did little to soothe my eyes.
When I opened them again, the sign was far less aggressively bright, and I could actually read the words on the board.
‘Royal Instructors’ compound. Entry only to those who have permission. Trespassing will be punished severely. Enter at your own risk.’ I looked around the city and realized that the AR didn’t only allow me to read the sign. Several other special animations or messages played though the filter.
‘Viratech Home and Office, select products now 50% off with code: 667281387231982!’
‘Come see our dancers! Opening night only, special price!’
Messages like that, and even more polluted the skyline and made me roll my eyes. Turning back to the building, I immediately ran after the retreating backs of Reya and Bruce, who had wandered inside the compound already.
“We’re here.” Bruce announded. We had gone into a tube in the center of the building, and it shot us skywards for five seconds before coming to a soundless stop. Walking out of the lift, we were greeted by an open terrace, filled with various colors of lilies. At the center of it all was a bearded man sitting cross-legged in the middle.
He stood up and bowed before beckoning us forward. Bruce and Reya walked up to him calmly, indicating that they knew the man. I lagged behind a bit, and conversed with Judgment. Judgment, please give me any information you know on that man.
“Understood, Master.” There was a slight pause before it continued. “That man’s name is Reich Gannon. He has been Princess Reya’s personal body guard and combat instructor since she was ten years old. He is an accomplished Lieutenant Colonel, and, while not actively serving in the military, is a reserve force. He has been quoted as saying, ‘if the country needs me, I will come out of retirement.’ He is known to use various psionic skills to unbalance his foes before swiftly moving in for the kill. His nickname on the battlefield was Reich of the Darkness.”
“Joshua, hurry up! Come greet your new ma- mentor!” After how I reacted earlier to the word, ‘master,’ she decided it better to steer clear of the landmine altogether. As I walked closer, I thought, Judgment, have Contingency 1 on standby.
“Ready to use at your discretion.” The words caused a smile to form on my face, one which faded as I shook hands with the old veteran.
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“Pleased to meet you, boy. The name’s Reich Gannon. I’m something of an uncle to our little princess here.”
The man took his hand and shook it firmly, looking Reich dead in the eyes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His voice held nothing special in it, not that Reich could tell.
It was as if the boy tried to strip himself of all emotions before speaking. The somewhat monotonous voice continued, “You’ve no need to learn anything of me. I suspect that Reya sent you information on me anyway.”
Despite himself, a smirk crept onto Reich’s aged visage. The man had balls, at least. Not many would be so unaffected by his passive psionic field that they would freely speak their mind. Maybe the boy’s psionic talent was high? To be able to fully neutralize his ‘fear field’ was truly an impressive feat.
Reich hadn’t taken on a student since Reya, and she was a surprise. Although his expectations for her were low, she turned out to be in the top percentile of his students. But this man…
He studied the man up and down as he shook his hand. Joshua Cole… according to what the young princess had sent him in their group message, this… boy; Reich was loathe to call someone unproven a man; was now her Duskblade? Reich didn’t believe it. It reeked of desperation and a badly managed political acumen. Unfortunately, he had neither the clout nor the mind to play these political games, so he would judge the boy’s worthiness the only way he knew how.
“Your suspicion is well founded, young one.” He saw the boy’s eye twitch. Perhaps his perceived maturity was a sore spot? “Before I go on and become your tutor, I have a simple test for you.”
Joshua drew a pair of long daggers from his hips, and held them up in a fighting stance. Reich’s smirk returned. “Good instincts.” He drew his own katana from a sheath on his back and held it in front of him.
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Without warning, Joshua leapt forward, aiming for his body. Reich blocked his sword to move the weapon, but noticed another dagger incoming from the side. Turning his body clockwise, he dodged the stab, but the blade still flew past his ear.
Reich’s eyes widened when he heard the high-pitched screech of the blade roar next to his ear, and a cold sweat began to form on his back. Reich was stunned. That was meant to be a killing blow!
Reich’s smirk grew into a wide smile. For almost two decades now, his blade had become dull with years spent apart from war, and he lamented it with each passing day. But this boy… perhaps this boy would be able to rekindle Reich’s flame of passion for the sword. One which he considered long lost without any as his peer to spar with in the entire Metron Kingdom.
Reich pulled a second blade out from his back, and both swords’ hilts elongated and came apart, revealing two more blades on each weapon. How long had it been since his heart had been set ablaze so! He ran in to greet the challenger, and their blades collided.
Reich studied the boy’s face, which was just as stoic as it had been when he first walked into the sanctuary. ‘A natural.’ Reich thought. ‘A natural born killer.’ Heart pumping and blood boiling, they separated again. Reich’s happiness was now uncontrollable! He dashed forward again with the intent to savor every exchange, and treasure every moment of this once in a lifetime encounter!
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I poked Reich on the forehead and turned back to Reya. “This counts as my win, right?” The girl, not to mention Bruce standing next to her, were shell-shocked.
“Joshua, you just-!”
“But how-?”
Their voices overlapped and I sighed, casually cracking my neck. It was a bad habit I had picked up from my father, but at this point I did the action almost subconsciously. “I just acted on a piece of information I got from Reya earlier. No need to flip out about it.”
I walked away from Reich, who was standing dead still, an unpleasant smile marring the wise look he held before. Judgment, make a mental note that there is a five-second startup time to Contingency 1. I thought for a second. And make sure there aren’t any laws in place at the moment for reprogramming AR functions into VR functions.
“Understood, Master. Some advice, I believe it would be better to name it something other than ‘Contingency 1,’ so my autocorrect function can be used to its fullest.”
I held out my hand to Reya, who looked at it dumbfoundedly. “Money, please. Not an exorbitant amount, but enough for a bachelor in the town.”
She scratched her head, and a green beam of light went from her panel to my own, notifying me that I had received 12 million Swains. I nodded my head in thanks and walked toward the elevator. I pressed the button and waited, my right hand’s fingers drumming on my thigh while waiting.
Just come up with something.
“Permission to comb your memories for an appropriate name?”
I stopped the drumming. You know what? Sure. Go for it. I felt a spark of electricity arc through my hair and my scalp, but it was over before I knew it.
“Data acquired. ‘Contingency 1’ will now be replaced with the name, ‘Lag Spike.’ I shook my head as the elevator arrived. The name wasn’t terrible by any means, just a little too cliche for my own liking.
“Wait!” Reya called to me as I stepped into the elevator. “What do we do with Uncle Reich!?” I held the, ‘door open’ button as I responded.
“He’ll be fine in a bit, let him enjoy his dream for now.” I had just let go of the button when Reya asked another question.
“Where are you going then!?” Several flashing lights gave me a countdown to when the door would close, and I looked right into Reya’s eyes.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going back to the red-light district. I’ll return to the castle by 3 A.M., so don’t worry about me.”
I saw her jaw drop as the door closed. This was followed by her doing, what I assumed was, yelling her heart out at me for ruining her clean and neatly laid machinations just to have fun. Honestly though, I needed to blow off some steam. Reya was attractive, and I didn’t want to end up losing out to her temptations one of these days.
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“Welcome to Aishi! How may I help you today?” A ‘female’ robot with a monotonous voice asked me kindly. In return, I threw a black plug gag, two sets of hemp rope, a red armbinder, two pairs of handcuffs, and a leather blindfold onto the table.
“I’ll be taking these, thank you. I believe that a banner outside mentioned a trial run at your pleasure quarters?” She waved her hands over the items, and their names and prices appeared on the screen.
“That will be 508 Swains.” Jesus that’s expensive! … Or was it? I rubbed my chin, and figured I’d do the bread test at a different time. For now, I obediently responded, ‘yes,’ to the prompt that appeared at the bottom left-hand corner of my vision.
“Transaction approved. Thank you for shopping with Aishi! Would you like the Sadist or Masochist course for your trial?” I thought for a moment, then realizing there was a real chance for error, and asked about the courses.
I was glad I did, for the Masochist course was the one I actually wanted. I inwardly sighed, an unexpected landmine having been avoided. At the beckoning of the robot, I made my way upstairs and into a pod with my new belongings. It was comfy and surprisingly spacious inside the pill-shaped pod, and a luminescent screen appeared in my vision.
It read, ‘Thank you for selecting the Masochist course. You will be paired with another customer whose preferences and fetishes align with yours. Please wait.’ The pod started to move, and I was taken into an elevator-like structure, which let me view outside the tall building and at the city lights down below.
“You have arrived.” The pod opened up to reveal a black room, with a white fur carpet on the floor. I stepped out of the pod and took off my boots and socks, noting the soft, plush feel of the floor.
A large, circular bed was off on the right side of the room, but that wasn’t supposed to be the main attraction. No, that title belonged to the dungeon wall on the left side of the room. I smiled in anticipation and sat down on the bed, stripping my upper body from the S.M.A.R.T. suit.
The elevator across the room made a small chime, and it opened up to reveal a tall woman. She had black hair that was pencil-straight, and reached down to her shoulder blades in the back, while the sides hung loosely around her ample bust in the front. Her bangs looked similar to mine, in that they were curved over one eye. Speaking of, her eyes were a pale amethyst (probably more genetic engineering at work), and emphasized by black eyeshadow. Her sloped nose hung above a set of thin, blood red lips. A black dress was filled out by her hourglass body, and a choker with a silver ring hung tightly around her neck. She gave me a smile which sent a slight shiver down my spine.
Judgment, who is she?
I relaxed and smiled back at her after hearing the AI’s response. The woman walked up to me and extended her hand. “I’m Luxia. I often come to the hotels on weekends. And you are?” Her voice was unexpectedly deep and scratchy for a woman, and sultry.
So there are codenames to ensure customer safety and privacy? I like Aishi already. “I’m Jester. It’s nice to meet you, Luxia.”
“Likewise.” She stared me up and down like a piece of meat. “I assume you’ve brought your tools?” She started to strip, revealing pale skin underneath her dress, and no underwear.
“Of course.” I smirked. “Nice piercings. I’m really into that look. The whole commitment to the lifestyle.” I ran my eyes over her breasts, and one stud-like piercing in her left breast, while her right had a larger ring.
“I’m glad someone does. You have quite the honeyed tongue, I just hope it can be sharp too.” I smiled at her.
“First, safe-words. What are yours?” She stared at me dumbfounded for a moment before laughing as she climbed out of the last vestiges of her skimpy dress. I looked her body up and down before settling my gaze back on her face.
“Now I know you’re truly someone with my tastes. So many men just come here looking for an easy lay. I have high expectations for you now.” She giggled. “My safe word is ‘Rose.’ I’m hoping I won’t have to use it, seeing how experienced you are?”
This time I was the one stripping as she stopped her dialogue, pulling my feet out of the suit. She stared hard at my package and I made my face neutral, causing her to visibly shiver. A sweet, seductive, masochistic grin made its way onto her delicate features. “Let’s get started then, Jester.”
I scowled at her. “Who gave you permission to speak, bitch? Get on your knees. Now.” She shivered again and kept the smile on her face as she knelt. I brought out the rope and armbinder, and applied the former to her lower legs and thighs while the latter was used to bring her arms behind her back. She breathed heavily as I tied the armbinder to her leg bindings, making her back arch and her breasts protrude.
Now fully erect, I brought the gag out of the bag, and saw that the hole in it wouldn’t have quite fit my member. I inwardly sighed, despairing over the waste of money, but also one less tool to use. No matter. I brought the blindfold over and covered her eyes with it, then stepped back to view my work.
Her form was truly divine. Her ample breasts shook as she breathed, and her squirming truly turned me on. I walked over to her and grabbed her left breast, kneading it in my hand. “Tell me, who does this belong to?”
She moaned and bit her lip. “It belongs to you.”
I grabbed her right breast ring and pulled, stretching until I elicited a scathing moan. “I’m sorry, I could have sworn I heard you just speak without addressing me as Master. Please, tell me again who you belong to?”
She smiled brightly and responded, “I belong to you, Master. My everything. My breasts, my pussy, my ass. Everything.” She moaned again. “This is amazing. This is the first time I’ve- geh!”
She gagged as I shoved my index and middle fingers in her mouth and down her throat, forcing her to gag. I kept them there as she choked, and pulled away slightly after five seconds, but kept them inside her mouth. “Why would you speak out of turn like that? Apologize for being so rude.”
“Ihm shory Mahher.” She spoke through my fingers, and I shoved them back in, setting her into another fit of gagging. I heard water hit the floor and looked down to catch the last moments of her squirt.
“What the fuck? You squirted just from my fingers in your mouth? How horny were you? You filthy animal.” I took my hand out of her mouth as I slapped her breasts, and walked around to her front.
“P-please Master, may I speak?” Her breathing still ragged, she looked straight ahead, the floor having masked the sound of my footsteps. I pulled on her breast ring as I answered, eliciting another shriek from Luxia.
“Permission granted, my little slut. Speak away.” I continued to knead her breasts as she spoke, and even slapped her shapely ass a few times for good measure, leaving the skin red.
“I c-came because I’ve had modification done to m-my body.” She spoke in between moans. “I’ve had several pleasure r-receptors redirected from my clit to my tongue.”
I throbbed harder and stopped toying with her large chest, and stood above her, resting my member on her face. “So? How is that any of my concern?”
Luxia squirmed and tried to close her legs to no avail before speaking once again. “Master, may I speak again?”
I took myself off of her face this time and stepped on her left breast, eliciting a slight squeal. “Permission granted again, slave.” Her kinky smile from before returned and she opened her mouth, showing me two rows of perfect looking white teeth and a long, thick tongue.
“Master, please take your nice, hard dick, grab the back of my head, and pound my throat until I come!” She grew frantic at the end of the sentence, so much so that a smile grew on my own face. I shoved my fingers back down her throat and she started gagging once more.
“I wonder?” I said, shoving my fingers in deeper. “Does a bitch like you really deserve my dick in there? I’ll give you one more chance to plead your case.”
I removed my spit-covered fingers yet again, and tears came down from underneath her blindfold. “Please, Master! I promise to be a good little fuckdoll for you, so please fuck my face!” I took my member and , without warning, shoved it into the greedy slut’s open mouth. She gagged again, clearly not expecting my length or girth. She squirted again, this time getting some of the liquid on my foot.
“Bad slave! You got me dirty.” She tried to pull away for some air, but I grabbed her long, black hair and shoved her back onto me. I held her down for five seconds as she gagged uncontrollably, then let her slowly slide off.
She left me covered in saliva, and left a ring of lipstick on the base of my pelvis. “G-gah! T-thank you… M-master.” She spoke between haggard breaths, and I shoved myself down her throat once more. This time, I grabbed her nipple ring and pulled, Luxia spasmed, choking herself even harder on me.
“What a masochistic slut. You just can’t get enough, can you?” She tried to pull off once more, but I repeated the same actions as before. “Honestly,” she choked and gasped for air as she came off of me, “I’m the only one who could truly care for a masochistic pervert like you. Who even has an oral fixation so bad that they,” I thrust into her throat again, “get a modification done on their own tongue.”
She couldn’t respond, and instead gagged and slobbered on me. “Hm? No answer? How shameless.”
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Your session has ten minutes until expiration. It is recommended that you start to clean yourselves now, as if you do not check out before the allotted time, you will be forcefully ejected from the room.
“Huh, I’m guessing you got that message too, Luxia?” I pulled myself out of her throat as I finished for the fifth time inside of her. I let go of her head and she fell to the floor, laying in carpet that was wet with her own juices.
She swallowed and breathed deeply. “Y-yes Master.” I stepped on her breast, and a tired moan escaped her lips.
“Don’t you have some words for me?”
“Y-yes… sorry Master. Thank you… for abusing… my mouth today. It was… a pleasure.” Her breathing came in short waves, so I helped her up and undid the bindings.
I used her mouth for thirty minutes. I looked down at Luxia, and studied her body once more. Her tongue technique was dangerous, I completely lost track of time.
After her bindings were off, she tried, and failed, to stand up. Sighing, I picked her up in a princess carry and brought her over to the bed on the opposite side of the room. She hugged me tightly, her cold nipple rings pressed against my stomach. “Jester, that was amazing. It’s the first time I’ve experienced something so close to my fantasies. I wasn’t sure, at first, but I’m going to give you my Judgment ID. Please call me if you’re feeling pent up, or respond to me if I am.”
A ping resounded in my ears, but I ignored it for the moment. Judgment, activate whatever cleaning features are in here, we’re both filthy and so is the carpet.
“Understood, Master.” The AI spoke and a soothing light came down from the ceiling. A liquid was mixed in with the light particles, and soon both of us were as clean as the moment we had stripped. “You know people think that the desire for S&M sex comes from seeking for a partner you have total control over, and cannot betray you?”
Shut up. I bet you’re just jealous, you dumb AI. Let me at least enjoy the after of the act, if you are going to shit on the former.
I started getting dressed, leaving the busty woman on the bed, looking in my direction. “Will you accept my request?” I turned back and smiled at her.
“Of course. Please keep and clean those for next time.” She stiffened at the words ‘next time,’ and a grin formed on her face. “Oh, and please take this downstairs and exchange it for a larger one so we can actually use it next time.” She took one look at the gag and shuddered.
“Got it. Thanks, Jester. I’ll see you around then.”
I smiled back at her as the elevator doors closed behind me, and opened the friend request. My smile settled into a smirk as I viewed the notification. “‘Luxia,’ a.k.a. Lucina Dew Metron has sent you a personal friend request. Do you accept?”