Logging in

Amy Chase's first surprise was the utter oddness of the first screen which popped up. usually, the game booted right into one's character, no hassle, no fuss, just right into the action. This time, however, a glitchy screen presented itself to her, missing a few pixels, but still seemed to work. She had two options.

Login Selection:

Character 1 - Nermeria Longlif: Magical Rogue. Last Active: 10 days ago. Currently In: Asburn, Player Homes, Street A451.

Character 2 - Rose Richardson: NPC. Last Active: 7 days ago. Currently In: Asburn, Player Homes, Street A451.

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Going between choices, Amy chose Nermeria Longlif. It seemed the safer first choice, all things considered. Would she end up without any restraints on? Would she be back to her regular self? Who knew the answer to those questions?

Apparently, she was back to the Nermeria Longlif before even the ankle bracelet. A quick check on her accounts proved she hadn't lost even a penny of the gold she'd accumulated through the bank. After about a hour of searching, exploring the city, and generally getting 'back' into the game, she realized things were...oddly enough, normal.

Nothing was restricted, nothing was banned from being used, and she wasn't recognized by anyone at the bank. It seemed she was alright.

After getting her fill of some slight horse riding, adventuring at a nearby cave (which gave her little but thrill), Nermeria wanted to kick her feet back and relax. Maybe logoff, maybe start thinking of what she could do with those thousands of gold pieces she had. Whatever she wanted. Going into her bedroom, she nearly screamed when she saw a copy of herself.

It wasn't a copy. It was her! Rose Richardson! Stuck like a mannequin, frozen solid, completely immobile. But she was there, in the heels, the stockings, with the hair accessory, the choker....everything! How....fascinating.

The mannequin didn't react to being poked, prodded, or even shoved. It was odd, truly. Nermeria briefly considered her course of action before logging off for the night, messaging Jermson that she was all good. She schemed as she slept.

Nermeria rushed back to her home with the pouches full of gold coins; she stacked them onto her bed and arranged them neatly. Everything was going quite well, all things considered. She'd done a bit of digging. A surgeon had been located with the skills was scribbled down onto a map, and every itemized expense about removing the gear. She'd spent a bit of time calculating every cost, and once she was confident the plan would work, Nermeria sat on the edge of her bed.

Having an alt character which could skirt all the rules was too advantageous. Just keeping her hidden away from the world meant she'd never explore the powers of the items, nor get to use the masking items again. If she properly dealt with Rose Richardson's situation, she'd be powerful indeed....

And Nermeria missed, on some deep, dark level, the fun of trying to escape the situation. She thought of Houdini, and smiled, thinking even he might not have been as clever as her. She'd get out of those binds, and use Rose Richardson to her fullest extent.

Rose Richardson the NPC logged back in for the first time in 8 days. Nermeria Longlif, having sat on the edge of the bed mere seconds prior, vanished into thin air, log off successful. Stretching, Nermeria checked her GUI, surprised at the notifications she'd missed over the past days.

SYSTEM MESSAGE: Rose Richardson missed shift as Teller (x5)

SYSTEM MESSAGE: Rose Richardson missed shift as Wench (x7)....ceasing Daily radiant quest.

SYSTEM MESSAGE: Rose Richardson failing to appear for Maid duties (x2)

Hmmmm. The system had noticed she was gone. Interesting, if a bit annoying and funny. Stretching a bit, Rose realized her neck was constrained by the collar, and her legs bound together by the heels. Right. She'd forgotten about those annoying restraints. Working her way to the bed, she reached for the sacks of gold.

The first one touched her fingers, its coarse material feeling pleasant against her hands; she opened it easily, feeling the gold. Plucking one coin from the bag, she screamed in shock as electrical tendrils worked their way throughout her body. Throwing the coin down, Rose felt the shocks stop. Right. She'd forgotten about the fact that she had shock collars on.

Fuck. Grasping for another coin, just to test it, she felt the power strengthen in the shocks, as it went from her heels to her headpiece, making her curl each toe and tighten her back to stop a scream. The coin clattered on the floor, and she gave up her attempts to liberate the coins from their pouches.

A ding from her GUI informed her of the situation.

SYSTEM MESSAGE: NPC- "Rose Richardson *Active*" attempting to steal from "Nermeria Longlif *Offline*"

(Message repeated)

Darnit. Rose tightened her fist into a ball, and left the coins alone, moving onto another item she knew the system would allow her to use. It had taken stealing them from a vendor (which was its own hassle), but Nermeria had left Rose clothes, and she was eager to try them on.

Touching them just barely, Rose felt them instantly placed onto her, shifting into a much different appearance then what she'd bought before.

Conditional Armor Change!:

Due to Perk: Eyesore? - Anything but!, Traditional Peasant Garb upgraded to Elegant Dirndl!

New Item Equipped!:

Main Body: Elegant Dirndl - A beautiful dress which has been modified from its modest origins. Originally covering down to the ankle with its silk, this dress has been modified to stop right near the thigh, and has a window cut out for chevage. Pink with laces, it certainly cannot handle a breeze, but then again, it was modified to flatter the users assets more then just any dress! Rock it! [NPC Only Item]

Frustrating. That was the only word in Rose's mind, especially once she got a view of what the very conservative, demure looking dress she had bought was morphed into. Pink and white, it was now a Halloween costume level dress, much like every outfit she was **** to wear. Her tits were about to pop out, and her ass only need a breeze to be exposed, peaking out even without one. Thankfully, it at least provided enough to support to her breasts to make it not that uncomfortable.

Stepping out of her room, she adjusted fully to the devices strapped onto her, and prepared herself for her trip. She was stopping at the library first. Argathus was going to be brought into the daylight by Nermeria the Magical Rogue, and that started at the library.

She was stopped the second she entered the library; not by any person or the system, but merely by the wonder of where she had to go. Embarrassed that she was starting to feel lost (especially after how easy her plan had seemed when she was in Nermeria's body), Rose asked the librarian for some assistance.

"How might I help you dearie?" The librarian questioned.

"Um. I want to research old magicians. Where might I start?" Rose asked sheepishly.

"Right this way dearie, I have the area I know you'll like." The old librarian replied, with Rose following her eagerly. Taking her down a flight of stairs, then left, then right, she stopped at some rows of books. "Here you are."

The titles of the books did not fill Rose with confidence that this was the right idea. Being a Great Midwife, Wenchdom for Dummies and Made for Maidhood were not the sort of books she was searching for, at all. Not in the the slightest. The librarian seemed to sense this.

"Not what you were looking for? You said old books on maids, right?" She asked sweetly.

"No. Old books on magicians, not maids." Rose replied.

"Oh, oh. Silly me. Magicians..." She giggled. "You didn't look the magician type, sorry sweetie. Here, we came all this way, take these books and I'll take you to the magicians section." She said, shoving a stack of books into Rose's hands, it having appeared out of thin air.

Rose's arms screamed in pain by the time she had reached the other section of the library, having carried the frivolous books so far. However, the librarian did guide her down the right path, seeing as she found a book with exactly the title she imagined she'd need: Argathus and Other Old Mages - Their Stories.

Giddy with excitement, Rose took the nearest seat and placed the stack of books down, moving them form her way as she opened up the book. Time to dig in.

Skill Check - Major Failure! Due to intelligence below 1, you are unable to read this book.

Rose nearly kicked the table leg. Damnit! Her plan was hitting bump after bump. No matter. With persistence enough, she was sure she'd overcome the problems and discover the next step of the quest. Word by word. Letter by Letter. She borrowed an ink well, paper, and a magnifying glass, using it to cheat the system. She couldn't read the words of the book, but she could read the words she wrote herself, meaning that after copying the alien looking symbols down (as slow as it was), Rose could make sense of the text.

It was a painstaking process, but rewarding once she finished one page. Then 5. And then the first twenty pages. Reading over the pages, Nermeria rubbed her temple over and over again, finally understanding what the book was saying. Argathus was in the region of Circejul, and he'd been known to have a mage tower there. Her GUI dinged once she finished that line.

Quest Advanced!

Argathus's Journey!- You've learned of Argathus's life, times, and many spells and magical experiments. Now you must visit his abandoned tower in Circejul. Supposedly abandoned, that is!

SYSTEM MESSAGE: Knowledge fills you on how to find the old tower, shrouded by mists which hide from only the deserving....(Hurry up Ms. Gailem, who knows what other snares and pitfalls await if you delay this quest!)

Interesting. Ms. Gailem was a term used in that quite humiliating quest she had acquired many days prior- Sore Bottom. Who was she? That fact was scribbled into Rose's notes as she considered everything. Circejul wasn't impossibly far away, but she'd need a carriage to get there. It was that, or walk herself over....quite impossible.

A hand on her shoulder made her leap from her seat.

"Sorry sweetie, but the libraries closing for non-adventurers. Eve-everyone out....by....closing...closing....time..." The old library said, her voice crackling as she spoke. Right. Glitch in the system. Common enough.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Could I take this book home with me?" Rose asked sweetly, hoping to exploit the glitch. The book was her only lead.

Apparently, an AI which can run a whole virtual reality wasn't smart enough to decide between the word book and books. Thus, Rose felt herself teleported out into the front of the library, a satchel full of books at her waist, pressing against her bosom. Working her way home, Rose felt slower then a snail, but soon enough, she spotted her residence. The rain made it a hard journey, and she was eager to arrive.

Coming to the door, Rose felt another hand on her shoulder, yelping loudly.

"Rose! How I've missed you my dear, disappearing as you did!" Simon's familiar voice said to her, turning her around easily. His eyes bulged at her chest, already having gotten a nice view of her rear.

"Oh Simon. Apologies, my good sir. I have been...busy." Rose replied.

"No harm fine lady. Now, might you allow me entrance to dry off? I saw you a few streets prior, and could not stop myself from ensuring your safety." He said, and Rose felt herself nod noncommittal, allowing him into her home. She was soaking wet herself, and Simon started a fire in the firepit, allowing her to dry off. He stripped of his plate armor, not seeming modest in the slightest, going down to his loincloth.

Whoever created the textures for the man certainly spent their time, as Rose was witness too. He had the body many bodybuilders might dream for, combined with a not even an ounce of fat; Rose caught herself staring, blushing a bit.

"My apologies, I mean no harm towards your modesty. But I do not wish to catch a cold." He said, getting a nod from Rose. "Are you not concerned for yourself, my fine Rosey?"

"N-no. Really wet and cold. I just don't want to strip naked in front of you Simon." Rose felt herself blurt. Her stockings hadn't allowed her to lie, meaning Simon got the pure truth. He nodded.

"No problem there! Please, I insist. As a man of the law, I cannot see a woman sicken herself out of a sense of modesty." He said, and Rose felt a slight shock come from her collar, and seconds later, felt her dirndl unequip itself as if by magic. Quickly checking her GUI, Rose learned why....

SYSTEM MESSAGE: In accordance with Collar directive, must follow commands issued by Men of the Law. Clothes removed automatically.

Damnit. Rose at least had her undergarments, meaning she was not completely naked in front of the man. Still. Her clothes left little to the imagination. Simon took peak after peak, and when Rose stood up to grab food, she ignored his glances. Her book called her. The heels had other plans for her journey as she felt them freeze her like a robot, then walk in front of Simon, then make her kneel, then she felt the collar speak words for her. All the while, Rose was screaming, but could did little.

"Simon, might I help you with your issue?" She said, not waiting for his reply; his eager nodding answered the question. Rose was soon sucking his cock, reduced to merely controlling her mouth as she eagerly went down on him. In mere minutes she felt a rush of liquid down her throat. The collar was not one to mince words, however. "Simon. Spank me. Now."

In seconds, Simon had gotten her over his lap, beginning the motions. Rose felt not just a sense of horror, but something....further. It was an orgasm. Coming quickly. In no time, Rose felt a wave surround her body as she came from the spanking, and then again, and again.

It felt like hours. Rose was in bliss, truthfully. Simon's hand soon stopped. Rose enjoyed the afterglow. Her body felt, even with the pain from her bottom (and tits from Simon's rare grabbing), like a million bucks.

Rose fell asleep on his lap, exhausted but very, very satisfied. The collar felt quite good, having done it's master job well; Argathus would be proud.