New Digs, New Effects

Nermeria dusted herself off, and tried her best to collect her thoughts and stop herself from gasping for air; it worked, taking a bit of time and effort (especially thanks to the tightness of the corset) before she was back to normal. Searching for items was, it seemed, a dangerous move fraught with landmines. That was a fine, it incredibly annoying roadblock. She had the gold bar (which had been pushed out of her chest with the corset) at the very least.

Until she tried to cross the threshold of the vault, that is. The minute she attempted to leave the vault with it, she was quickly shocked from her waist to neck, the electricity flowing out her nipples and into every crevice of her body. Hastily throwing the gold bar into the vault, she beat a humiliating retreat from the vault.

Right. New plan then. Letting herself forget the pain of the past hour or so, Nermeria headed back to her usual teller spot, being stopped by one of the girls.

"We were looking for you! Everything alright?" The girl asked. She looked like a carbon copy of the teller she'd talked with at the other bank.

"I...sorry. I got turned around and lost." Nermeria stuttered out. All the women nodded, not letting her take any transactions, but instead sending her to grab lunch; when she came back, she had to report right to Mr. Matthews.

It was the same thing as yesterday, and when Nermeria briefly considered refusing giving him a blowjob, she felt the stirring up electrical current in her body. Thus, she found herself under his desk once more, trying her best to think of all the things she'd do when she was free from this horrid game.

"Perfect, simply perfect Rosey Cheeks. So the girls let me know you've been struggling a bit at the counter. No problem, don't worry about getting fired, but I think we'll just keep you in the back for now, okay?" Mr. Matthews said, smiling at her chest, not even bothering to look up. "Not that we're trying to hide your beautiful....eyes."

Nermeria did not question it, but allowed herself an easy last few hours. Rushing back to her home, she sat on the couch, yelping a bit at her sore bottom. A dreadful ding came a few minutes later.

System Message: NPC- "Rose Richardson *Active*" has early wench shift due to date being Freitag. Teleporting to uniform.

Nermeria looked in the mirror at the wenches outfit she was currently clad in, and struggled to imagine the uniform was the same one she'd been wearing her past few shifts. It was tighter, much, much, much tighter. She checked its description

Conditional Armor Change!:

Due to Perks: Chesty & Ass-tastic!, Wench Uniform upgraded to Revealing Wench Uniform!

New Description!:

This uniform is designed for professional servers, known as wenches. Already it had been a tight fit, but you went and made it better. Good on you! A cleavage window right above the nipple, and a few sizes too small in the rear area (have you been sneaking food?), it'll guarantee no one's complaining about customer service!

Okay, this was absurd; it was like a teenage boy designed the least practical thing possible for someone who would be walking around. Nermeria had a petite body, and her tits looked like they'd pop out if she even tried to use this while she worked. She wasn't goi-

The game made sure she was, and Nermeria found herself shocked all the way to the tavern, seeming to anticipate her refusal. What had been empty of any human life very quickly filled up, and Nermeria found herself busier then any night before; it was not helped by the fact that she was struggling with every order. Her mind was pulled in three ways: pained from the days efforts as a teller, making sure her tits didn't pop out, and that no one was flipping her dress.

If anyone minded her messups, they didn't express it verbally. Instead, Nermeria got every singly boyish tomfoolery one might expect from a cheap porno flick: the expected ass pats, the annoying flicks at the hem of her dress, and most annoying of all, people trying to 'score' shots in between her buffed up breasts. Thankfully, near the end of her shift, Nermeria had maintained some level of decency, combined with a very, very full coin purse.

Ready to be done with her shift, Nermeria saw many patrons filter out, and she noticed Simon and his gaggle still there. He spoke to her.

"Lovely Rose. Fe-fetch me a...hic...beer. Keep it cool in your bosom, fair wench." He said, making his whole friend group cackle. Nermeria ignored his words and his ass pat.

Going to the back room, she grabbed the beer and some other goods for the few remaining customers. Immediately, she sensed something was wrong as a deep sense of mana flowed into her body, and she felt the full-arm bracelets take control. Shoving Simon's beer bottle into betwixt her breasts, Nermeria locked her legs and stopped any movement. She was not going to go out looking like this. No way. Her legs obeyed her.

The heels did not. They did the opposite of obey her. Walking straight to Simon, she leaned forward, and he received his freshly chilled drink from her chest.

Thankfully for Rose, the few patrons that remained were few in number, but many wanted the same special service.

By the time she had left, her uniform reeked of ****, as did her breath; but her coinpurse was full, and she felt quite good for the night. Tomorrow, she'd spend her time wisely, trying to track her old friend down and perhaps researching in the library. At worst, contact the mods.

Taking her final alley for the night, Nermeria felt a ding from her GUI, and she rolled her eyes. What stupid perk had come in now.....

Random Encounter Generated! Generating.....Luck < 4......creating scenario......Lvl 1 Vagabonds of the night!

Fuck. That didn't sound good. Level 1 couldn't be terrible, right? When she realized both ends of the alley were surrounded, she realized how not good it truly was. No weapons, tools, spells, or even punching. She couldn't scream. Damnit. As they got closer, she realized one avenue wasn't blocked from her. Kicking them in the nuts with her foot.

It surprised the first one, but after that, Nermeria was quickly set upon by the jackals, thrown to the ground, and felt her coin purse spill out onto the cobblestone street. Oh fuck. Very, very, very not good.

Readying herself for whatever came next, Nermeria heard a scream, then looked in surprise as Simon, the drunk pervy guard, set upon the men and completely whipped them. Escorting her back after the fight was over, Simon came to the door with her. Able to see him better in the light, Nermeria smiled at him, glad she had been saved, even if it was by a computer construct.

"Th-thank you Simon. I....I don't know what would've happened." She said, truly still a bit afraid.

"Rose, my fair maiden, it is not fault of your own. Please, I am a man of justic...." He grimaced, and Nermeria realized her savior was bleeding.

"Please, Simon, come in. You're injured. I'll help you." Nermeria said, with him making only a few paltry protests, then following Nermeria into her home. Letting him use her bed, Nermeria fetched some bandages and an elixir of restoration. Simon, strewn over the entire bed, looked positively ghostly, and let Nermeria mount his chest to clean out the wounds, saying nothing as she yanked his shirt to check for more wounds.

"Better?" Nermeria asked.

"Better..." He said, the grimace still present.

Hmphm. He was injured somewhere else, Nermeria knew it; the look of pained desperation for healing. Checking over his body, Nermeria found nothing on his upper body, and proceeded to examine his legs, pulling his pants off in her impromptu medical exam. Simon, about to protest, let Nermeria realize her fault as she yanked out his massively erect dick.

Nermeria went to put the pants back over it. Her bracelets stopped it. The collar **** words from her mouth. "Oh. You're injured......" Nermeria screamed as she felt her position readjust, as she turned to let her ass face Simon in all it's nude glory as she went down on his cock. Her dialogue was straight from some cheesy porno, and Nermeria found herself prevented from stopping as she sucked his cock eagerly down. Simon enjoyed both the sight in front of him, and the sensations from Rose's lips. Was the lass wearing an anal plug?

He looked much better by the time Nermeria was finished. Smiling at her after her acts, he looked the part of a satisfied fox. Nermeria was aghast at what happened, and did not protest when Simon left for the night, only squirming when he stole a goodbye kiss from her.

"Rosey lips, fair maiden. Please do not go wandering the night alone. I'll ensure you're safe, but the streets past dusk are no place for a woman of your beauty." Simon said. "Promise me, dear."

"I-I promise Simon." Nermeria said, eager to have the man gone and not finding the will to protest.

Laying in her bed, Nermeria cursed her fate, and the fact that the stupid collars had **** her into doing stupid acts. She checked her GUI, and got a better grasp of the situation.

Skill Check - Major Success! Due to charisma above 2, Simon entered your home.

Skill Check - Major Success! Due to seduction above 6 && intelligence below 1, you put yourself in the perfect position to help relieve Simon's tensions! And you didn't even realize it!

Skill Check - Major Success! Due to seduction above 8, Simon won't be forgetting your oral abilities.

Reputation Check - Choice Locked! Due to reputation acquired titled 'Weak-Willed', you were unable to refuse Simon's request for a promise. Not following it might just have negative consequences.....

Statistics Update!:

Due to reaching >=3 in the Category: General-Trackers>Misc.>Blowjobs, system will now display blowjob number for you to track!

Special Ability Upgraded!:

Storing it close! (Lvl. 2 of ??) - You've upgraded your ability to store objects in your bosom! Clever, clever. In fact, you're starting to feel like not having anything there means somethings....missing?

Quest Updated-

Finding Love - Your continued adventures with Simon the guard have definitely left a mark on the man. He will peruse you, but the true question is: will you be the Juliet to his Romeo? Your acts for Mr. Romeo will not be forgotten, and he might just begin to focus more and more on you....

Nermeria sighed, and passed out in bed, breath still slightly smelling of cum. A pounding at the door early in the morning (perhaps only 2 hours after she had begun to sleep), awoke her, and she checked on the door.

It was the three maids she'd worked with days before. What the fuck......