Of course she's not happy

Kind of a short chapter here. This chapter doesn't have much in the way of sex content, more here just to introduce Mercy and set the tone for the story going forward. I am finishing up the final touches on the next chapter so that shouldn't be too long from release.

Thanks, -Shepard2

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The next day, the trio sits around the living room. Jacob lays back on the couch as he watches the latest episode of Invincible.

As he watches tv, Ellie lays on the couch besides him, her face in his crotch as she gives him a slow, loving blowjob.

Of course, as Ellie fellatio’s Jacob, Jill lays between Ellie’s legs, her nose pressed against Ellie’s asshole as her tongue pierces Ellie’s wet pussy.

The doorbell's sudden chime pierces the air, interrupting the intimate moment. Jacob hastily pauses the TV, and Ellie's lips release his cock with a soft, wet pop. Jill emerges from between Ellie's thighs, her chin glistening with moisture, as they exchange wide-eyed glances. "That's earlier than expected," Jacob says, quickly zipping up his jeans while Jill wipes her mouth on a nearby pillow.

As they rush toward the foyer, the delivery drone's automated voice announces, "RealDreams package for Jacob W. requires biometric confirmation." Through the frosted glass, they see the outline of a human-sized stasis pod hovering on anti-grav pallets. Jacob presses his thumb against the scanner, and his breath catches as the misted capsule clears to reveal Mercy's platinum blonde hair, matted against her flushed cheeks. Her breasts, swollen and straining against the transparent medical gown, draw their attention, with droplets of milk forming at the nipple shields.

Ellie’s expression softens as she murmurs, "You poor thing.”

“Thank you for using RealDreams,” the drone says before turning and flying away.

“Huh, they use drones now.” Jacob says casually.

“What do we do with her?” Jill asks.

“Take her to the living room, best to wake her up in a large space so she doesn’t feel trapped.” Jacob says.

Together, they carefully guide the stasis pod into the living room, positioning it near the center of the space. Jill and Ellie move aside the coffee table to create a comfortable area around the pod, which emits a soft hum.

Jill suggests, "We should get some towels ready. She might feel uncomfortable when she wakes up."

Jacob agrees, and Ellie quickly retrieves some soft towels from the bathroom.

The pod's seal releases with a gentle hiss, emitting a small cloud of cool air. Mercy's eyelids begin to flutter, and her fingers twitch slightly, signaling her gradual return to consciousness.

As Mercy's eyelids slowly lift, her brilliant blue irises dart around the room, confusion etched on her face. Her chest rises and falls with rapid, shallow breaths as she struggles to regain her bearings. The medical gown clings to her, dampened by the milk leaking from her nipples, which seem to be causing her considerable distress.

Jacob's soft voice cuts through the air, a gentle reassurance. "Easy now. You're safe, just take a deep breath."

Mercy attempts to sit up, a pained expression crossing her face as her swollen breasts shift uncomfortably. "Where...?" she begins, her Swiss accent thick with disorientation. “Where am I?”

“You’re at my house,” Jacob answers. “I hate to be assuming, but you understand what is happening here, don’t you?”

Mercy sighs, her expression a mix of sadness and annoyance. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve been sold to another pervert to be a fucktoy for.”

Ellie kneels beside the pod, holding up a towel in a gentle gesture. "We've got these if you'd like to clean up," she says, her eyes fixed on the soaked medical gown. The fabric clings to Mercy's chest, where fresh milk is seeping through.

Jacob tosses Ellie a second towel, keeping a respectful distance. "I want to be clear, when I bought you, I wanted to try and remove that mod of yours. But it seems all mods are permanent.”

Mercy’s lips curve into a bitter smile as she accepts the towel from Ellie, her eyes flashing with a mix of disdain and desperation. She presses the fabric against her chest, where milk is seeping through the thin medical gown. The sound of droplets hitting the pod's edge is a soft accompaniment to her movements. Her hands shake slightly as she tries to clean herself, the weight of her breasts making every gesture awkward. “So, you're not here to... exploit me yourself?” Her voice is laced with sarcasm, but a flicker of genuine fear dances in her eyes.

Ellie's voice remains gentle as she crouches lower. “We just want to help you get comfortable. That's all.” She offers another towel, which Mercy takes without a word, using it to cover her chest. The damp gown peels away, revealing pale skin stretched taut over her engorged breasts. Jill shifts uneasily, recognizing the tension in Mercy's hunched shoulders—a defensive posture that seems all too familiar.

Jacob takes a half-step back, his hands raised in a calming gesture. “There's a robe upstairs if you'd prefer. And some supplies to help with... your current situation. No pressure.”

Mercy's laughter is sharp, brittle. “Supplies. How thoughtful.” Her gaze darts between the three of them, a mixture of suspicion and desperation etched on her face. “Why am I here? It seems you have plenty of slaves as it is,” Mercy gestures to Jill and Ellie, “Why buy me too?”

“I’m sorry, you’re angry. Of course you are.” Jacob says, his voice soft with sympathy. “But I didn’t buy you to be a ****. If you’ll give us all a chance, we’d like to explain why you are here.”

Mercy's fingers tighten around the towel, her chest heaving with a mix of anxiety and exhaustion. The fabric is damp and clingy, a constant reminder of her situation. "Explain then," she says, her voice laced with a hint of desperation.

Ellie leans forward; her hands open in a calming gesture. "We thought you could help us with your medical skills. Specifically, with therapeutic treatments.”

Mercy’s brow furls with confusion as Jill continues Ellie’s explanation, “you see, what we are doing is buying characters that are from bad situations. Ellie and I both are from worlds where zombies have killed and destroyed so much. We’ve both lost friends and family, it was horrible.”

“So, when Jacob here bought us,” Ellie continues, “He saved us from suffering in a fictional story full of pain and misery. And we want to do that with more girls.”

“So, you bought me,” Mercy says, her voice incredulous, "to be your therapist?"

Jacob nods, as comical smile on his face. "We're bringing in others who've been through traumatic experiences. Characters that have been tortured, lost loved ones, and even characters that simply just never had a chance to be happy. They'll need someone who understands the complexities of trauma." His gaze briefly meets the spreading wet spot on her towel. "Your file mentioned your experience helping Overwatch agents cope with PTSD. That expertise is still valuable, right?"

Mercy's response is a bitter, choked sound. She shifts uncomfortably, a trickle of milk running down her sternum. "You want me to be your on-call therapist for your harem of slaves?" Mercy's voice heavy with anger.

"Let's take this one step at a time," Jill says softly, her grip firm but gentle. "We'll get you cleaned up first, and then we can discuss the details." She shoots Jacob a look that clearly says, 'let us handle this.' Ellie is already unfastening the pod's restraints with practiced efficiency, her fingers brushing against Mercy's wrist.

Mercy flinches but doesn't pull away. "This gown is ruined," she mutters, plucking at the translucent fabric stuck to her abdomen. Ellie's hands move to help, carefully peeling away the damp material. "We'll get you into something more comfortable," Ellie says, her voice soothing. "And then we can talk about how you can help us, if you're willing." Jacob takes a step back, allowing Jill and Ellie to take the lead, his eyes never leaving Mercy's face as he waits for her response.

Mercy sighs, before climbing out of the pod, her nude chest jiggles with the slightest movement. “Fine, first things first, I need a shower. And some privacy.

Jill grabs a fresh towel from a nearby shelf, holding it open like a curtain between Mercy and the others. "The bathroom's down the hall, second door. We'll wait here." Mercy wraps herself hurriedly, the towel quickly becoming damp as she shuffles past them. The tile floor feels cool under her feet, a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. She closes the door firmly, her fingers fumbling with the shower knobs until a warm mist fills the air, fogging the mirror.

As she steps under the showerhead, the initial blast of water makes her gasp - the temperature is too high at first, but she soon adjusts it to a soothing warmth. She braces against the wall, her head bowed as the water works out the tangles in her hair. A mixture of relief and shame washes over her as she gently massages her breasts, the sensation of the water and her own touch bringing a sense of calm. The sound of her own ragged breathing and the water hitting the drain grates are the only sounds she focuses on, momentarily blocking out the muffled voices outside, debating whether to knock.

Mercy lifts her breast, a few drops of milk dripping from her nipple. With a low groan, she begins to milk herself.

The shower's steam carries the faint tang of milk as Mercy's hands move in practiced motions, coaxing out the pent-up liquid. Her fingers press deep into swollen tissue, releasing thick streams that swirl down the drain with each pained exhale. The relief is immediate, yet laced with humiliation - her breasts, once taut and strained, now soften under her touch, though a lingering soreness remains. She leans her forehead against the cool tile, water cascading over the angry red marks etched across her chest.

What Mercy hated most about her affliction, was how horny it made her whenever she had to empty her tits of milk.

Mercy's fingers drift downward, her palm applying gentle pressure to her swollen pussy. Firmly, she begins to rub her clit, a warm buzzing feeling rising up her stomach. Her nipples freely flow with milk now as Mercy closes her eyes, letting herself relax into the sexual pleasure.

Mercy's breath caught as she slid two fingers inside, her palm applying gentle yet firm pressure to her sensitive spot. The water cascaded between her thighs, mingling with her arousal as her hips arched forward. Her other hand grasped her left breast, squeezing tightly enough to release a burst of milk that splattered against the shower wall in wild patterns. The sharp sting of pain intensified the pulsing sensation between her legs. She bit her lip, stifling the moan that threatened to escape, her shoulders quivering as tension built - a familiar, craving ache that she both desired and despised.

The climax surged through her with intense ****, her knees weakening as she muffled a cry against her forearm. Her fingers slowed, prolonging the aftershocks as the milk continued to flow from her nipples in slow, meandering streams. Leaning heavily against the cool tiles, Mercy became intensely aware of the three people waiting just beyond the bathroom door. She adjusted the water to a cold setting, gasping as the sudden chill helped dispel the lingering fog of pleasure from her mind. By the time she stepped out to dry off, her hands trembled only slightly.

Back in the living room, Jacob, Jill and Ellie stand around awkwardly as they wait for Mercy to freshen up. Ellie speaks up, “God, I forgot how awkward this is.”

“Yeah, I know right.” Jacob agrees.

“Did you guys see those tits.” Jill gushes, “I mean, talk about heavenly.”

“Jill!” Ellie scolds.

The bathroom door creaked open, releasing a cloud of steam that carried the faint sweetness of body wash. Mercy emerged wrapped in a towel, her chest barely contained within its folds. Droplets of water clung to her collarbones, and her damp hair hung in golden strands across her flushed cheeks. The angry red marks on her breasts were still visible beneath the towel.

"Feeling better?" Jill asked, her gaze drifting to Mercy's chest.

Mercy adjusted the towel with a sharp tug, her clinical tone wavering slightly as she spoke. "Do you have any clothes for me to wear?”

Ellie grabbed an outfit she’d prepared earlier, presenting the clothes to Mercy. “I tried to grab stuff that’d be comfortable and not to revealing. I hope I got correct sizes.”

Mercy takes the clothes, “thank you.” She says as she turns around and heads back into the bathroom to dress herself.

A couple minutes later, Mercy exits the bathroom, her wet hair hanging freely at her sides. Her outfit consisting of a black turtleneck and baggy blue jeans. Mercy looks to Ellie, a quizzical look in her eye, “No bras?”

“I didn’t know what size you’d be…” she rubs her head nervously.

“I see.” Mercy looks around the trio, her gaze feeling like a laser beam, analyzing the group.

After a second, she spoke up, “Ok, I have questions. First, what makes you think I'm the right fit for this role? You could've chosen any medical AI construct.” A faint tremble in her fingers betrays her composure.

“I bought you for a number of reasons. First of all, we as a group,” Jacob gestures to Jill and Ellie, “decided that we wanted to get more characters to interact with. We wanted only characters that would genuinely benefit from being bought by me. You, given your situation were a fit for that. On top of the fact that you have medical knowledge, specifically in dealing with trauma response, you just were a perfect fit for what we need. And finally, why I bought you specifically, well, you were cheap.”

“Cheap?” Mercy raises an irritated eyebrow.

“I mean, you’re a previously owned character with a lactation mod. I’m sorry if it’s crass to say but you aren’t exactly a hot commodity.” Jacob says. Ellie hits Jacob’s arm in response to his harsh words.

“Hmm,” Mercy says, her mind deep in thought.

Mercy's grip on the hem of her sweater intensified, the fabric straining across her chest. "So, I'm here to provide therapy to your harem of characters?" Her tone was laced with a sharpness that commanded attention. Jill's stifled laughter was audible, while Ellie's eyes grew wide with concern.

Jacob adjusted his stance, his weight shifting between feet. "I wouldn't put it that way. We believe you could help others cope with their struggles. For instance..." He nodded toward Ellie's scarred arm, his gesture an attempt to illustrate his point.

Mercy looked intensely at Ellie. An almost motherly look on her face. With a deep sigh she speaks, “Ok, I guess I don’t exactly have a choice here. Already you’ve been a better owner than my previous one. But I have conditions.”

“Of course.” Jacob and Ellie speak in unison.

“First, whatever characters you seek to buy in the future must be okay’d by me. Second, once you’ve bought a new girl, unless I give you the go ahead to engage with them, I have final say on anything that they need, their wellbeing will be my priority. And third, I won’t fuck any of you.” Mercy states firmly.

Jacob's face flushed as he addressed Mercy's conditions. "The first two are acceptable. Regarding the third, we prioritize consent and respect boundaries."

Jill lounged against the wall, her arms folded across her chest. "Yeah, we aren’t into the whole no consent stuff here. If you don’t want to have sex, then you don’t have to.”

Mercy takes a deep breath of relief before speaking again. "Also, as I have to live with this humiliating condition, I'd like you to buy me a breast pump. From what I've experienced, I need to milk myself at least twice a day to keep myself from leaking and making a mess.

Jacob swiftly pulled out his phone and began typing, his thumbs moving rapidly across the screen. "Done. It should be here first thing tomorrow morning." The confirmation notification sounded almost immediately after he finished speaking.

Mercy applied gentle pressure to her chest with her forearm, wincing in discomfort. "Thank you. How i hate these ridiculous things."

Jacob hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. "I'm truly sorry about that, Mercy."

"Angela." Mercy clarifies. "My name is Angela. I am not, Mercy."

"Of course," Jacob says, "I'm sorry, Angela.

"For now, I'll have to manage manually," Angela said, her voice laced with a hint of frustration.

Jill leaned in, her curiosity getting the better of her. "If you need assistance with—"

Angela cut her off, her tone firm. "That won't be necessary."

"Doesn't hurt to offer." Jill mutters.

"If that is all, I will retire to my new room." Angela nods curtly to Jacob before turning and leaving the room.

“God she’s a hard ass.” Jill scoffs.

“Cut her a break.” Ellie says, “we got lucky with Jacob. Angela got stuck with a monster of a man who probably did all sorts of disgusting things to her. I wouldn’t be so eager if I was her rather.”

“Says the girl that made me addicted to eating pussy.” Jill smiles, “speaking of which, we were all busy with something before she arrived…”

Ellie shoots Jill a playful glance. "You're impossible to satisfy, aren't you?"

Jill's smile grows as she inches closer to Ellie, her hands grasping Ellie's hips. ""For you? Always.”

"Fine but let's keep it down. Don't need to be bothering Angela." Ellie says as she grabs Jills arm and drags her to her bedroom. "Coming Jacob?"

"Absolutely." Jacob smiles as he follows the girls.