M’Ladies

“Harder!” Keilnei screamed, “Fuck me harder!”

Gil obliged, using the Draenei woman’s tail as a handle. He wasn’t even sure how long he’d been going and was honestly a bit tired, but he fully intended to fuck her until she dropped. He’d been pushing Keilnei’s split personality for most of a day, demanding everything from erotic dance to pleasuring Candress.

He watched whenever he wasn’t in a state to participate, for both enjoyment and research purposes. He needed to give himself enough time to recover between bouts, since unlike some testers he didn’t consider a lack of refractory period to be a key aspect of his build. Sex needed to be spaced out, or it started to lose its luster or at least made the body give out. That was true for anyone, even a personality splinter dedicated entirely to sex.

Keilnei didn’t relax into sleep in her slutty persona; no, she simply fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. She was past exhaustion from constant vigorous activity for over a day straight, which might have killed some people. Gil had worried about that possibility, but it didn’t seem likely the item would be designed to allow for that. If it did, it would go on his report, which would be its own kind of victory.

He needed to make her pass out. That had been important, because it meant that not just Keilnei but the spirit of the necklace was pushed to its limits. Gil reached down, and unclasped the necklace. Keilnei’s eyes sparked pink, and she weakly tried to push him away, but the spirit puppeteering her couldn’t muster the strength.

“Alright, Snow,” he said, “Take care of her. She’s going to need to rest for a few days, and if you could cry on her a bit that might help.”

Snow nodded seriously. She didn’t know why exactly Master Gil did all that, but she trusted that it was for the best. Candress had a somewhat more complete image, and accepted her role with even fewer second thoughts.

Gil pocketed the necklace and started in on his tablet. He started a new tab in his notes: Product Reviews.

Whore’s Necklace

Ease of Use: 7/10 As a generally attractive necklace, it is not difficult to get a target to wear it. Even brief exposure is sufficient to apply the effects.

Fun: 5/10 Easy access to sex with otherwise unavailable targets is always a winner, but the specific altered personality is overly tailored to a specific personality type that does not appeal universally. Always on whenever sex or romance is brought up, which is a double edged sword. Those who want to sleep with the target as themselves or otherwise pursue romance are in a worse state than if they hadn’t applied the necklace.

Flexibility: 2/10 The modified mindset is somewhat more biddable, but only on sexual matters. The fact that sexual service must still be paid for is inconvenient.

Overall Rating: 3/10 Extremely niche, specific use with minimal applicable knock on effects. Actively a detriment to more conventional sexual or romantic relationships forming. Functional, as is typical to Company Assets, but probably not acceptable in its current state.

Suggestions: Deliberate trigger phrase. More flexible personality options (Deep cover agent, other fetishes such as maid). Less of a total personality override. Cause the true and false personalities to integrate into one another given time.

“Might as well.” Gil said to himself, “If they are sending this much random bullshit at me, they probably see this as a testing ground. Might even get a bonus.”

Gil went to work on similar writeups for each piece of kit he had received, though he limited in depth notes to the ones he had successfully used. He tensed when Keilnei finally woke, several hours later, but deliberately relaxed his muscles and smiled at her. He kept the absolute gullibility spray in his pocket, just in case she suddenly remembered everything she’d done under the influence.

“Damn, Keilnei.” He said, “We really overdid it last night, didn’t we?”

“I… by the naaru!” She said, “You must… oh, I am so sorry.”

The fact that she was offering an apology instead of demanding one was an excellent start. Her cheeks were flushed a deep purple, as well. She tried to stand, but staggered and fell almost immediately.

“What do you remember?” Gil asked, “Sometimes you seem kinda hazy after… you know.”

“I… well; I’ve never really been one to get drunk.” She said, looking anywhere but at Gil. “I didn’t know how… affectionate I would feel.”

Gil walked over and took her by the hand.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Keilnei.” He said, “I had a ton of fun. Did you?”

She mumbled in the affirmative; looking at her own crossed hands in her lap.

“We aren’t… really married, though.” She said. “Draenei do not typically lay with those not of our kind, especially without consulting with the Prophet. We don’t have the numbers we once did, and we aren’t very fertile compared to shorter lived races, so it is seen as a waste.”

Gil took her hand.

“If you want to go back, you can.” He said, “You can go back right now, if you’re willing to forget about the things you’ve seen and done.”

He was serious, too. Keilnei was certainly very useful, but she was by no means a uniquely powerful and valuable individual. If he didn’t have her full cooperation, he’d be perfectly happy to let her wander around her own setting, potentially doing missions for him. Alternatively, he could sell her for two credits and a Beastmaster Sphere, which wasn’t much but was a hell of a lot more than a Gacha. He wasn’t sure if she was actually worth using a powerful item on in order to keep her locked down.

Her blushing didn’t stop. She looked down at her hands, and then let all of her thoughts spill out in a rush.

“No. No, this is not something I want to abandon lightly.” She said, “Seeing new things, fighting strange foes, feeling you… it’s… nice.”

She gave him a quivering smile, and squeezed his hand.

“I don’t really know what came over me.” She said, embarrassed. “I don’t think I can go back home until I’ve sorted myself out, though. I’d like to check on them and help when we can, of course, but…”

“Say no more.” Gil answered, holding up one hand. “We can keep this between us and, to a lesser extent, my other lovers.”

“That may be best.”

They went their separate ways and Gil let Keilnei think while he was busy updating his notes on the necklace. This level of rationalization was potentially more interesting than the bland memories she’d been coming up with while her whore-self was active. Practically ideal, really.

••••••••••

Flechette sat with her ankles crossed, waiting for her chance to speak. She had applied to transfer to the Brockton Bay Protectorate the morning after sleeping with Missy. The Lily half of her memories wasn’t surprised at how long the process took, honestly it was shocking how much they were willing to expedite the process, but the aggregate woman was still extremely impatient with the process.

Missy had been awkward after that first night. It didn’t seem to be regret, exactly. Rather, she seemed ambivalent. Casual sex with a teammate ran directly counter to the professional young woman’s ideas of what was appropriate. Of course, they’d both agreed from the start that it would be only a fling, something to blow off steam. Flechette wouldn’t be opposed to more, but the nature of her existence made any kind of long term relationship complicated.

No one who knew what happened, or had eyes to see the change in atmosphere between the two young women, was particularly surprised when Rose asked to join the “adults” team. It was a tactful way to give Missy space, and it wasn’t as if the two of them would be particularly far away from one another. If the short blonde wanted to continue, she needed only to submit her own application within the next few months.

All this, of course, led to a meeting in the office of Director Emily Piggot. She didn’t seem terribly keen on the idea.

“To be perfectly honest I haven’t seen the kind of cool head and maturity I need from you.” She said bluntly. “This is a war zone in all but name, and you’ve recently developed a rather unfortunate tendency to run off on your own. That’s the kind of behavior that costs lives in this line of work. Possibly your own.”

The implication of **** didn’t have near the same bite to Rose that it once did, for obvious reasons, but a flippant response would have looked bad.

“I want to help these people.” Rose said, “This city is in ruins, and I don’t know if what we’ve been doing is enough. I’ve been careful; I haven’t even had any close calls.”

“Shadowstalker would have said the same right up until the day we found her corpse in an alleyway.” Piggot said, glaring. “We still don’t know precisely what happened. You’re a talented girl, there’s no questioning that, but I’m very seriously considering an assignment in New York.”

Rose’s heart skipped a beat at that declaration. She knew, in the same way she’d known that Gil could destroy her with the press of a button if she sold her soul to him, that would go horribly. For a split second, she was certain that New York didn’t actually exist. Anyone who needed to travel to or from New York, or anywhere else outside of Brockton Bay’s immediate surroundings, would be created or destroyed as they passed an invisible line unless the developers demanded it. In that case, the destination would already be generated. Lily could have crossed that line without noticing, maybe even after she was captured, but not now that she was Rose.

Rose didn’t retain much of that information, and the Lily half of her self was struck with an odd sense of Deja vu. She remembered enough to know the key problem with Piggot’s proposal, however. She couldn’t leave, and if she were ordered to she’d need to go rogue.

“What would be the point of that?” She asked, “New York is in relatively good tradition. Brockton Bay needs all the help it can get; why send me away? You don’t have enough men, and despite what you seem to think, you don’t need to babysit me.”

Director Piggot looked down her nose at the young heroine.

“Most would jump at the chance to work directly under Legend.” She said, “In your own hometown, no less. I can’t say that I trust your insistence on pure altruism as a motive, either.”

Rose held Piggot’s gaze steadily. Anything she could say would be taken and picked apart. Better to remain silent.

“I’ll inform Miss Militia of your request,” Piggot said, “as well as my concerns. She’s the one who will need to manage you, so it seems only right. You’d best hope she’s willing to give you that chance.”

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Poll #2

Next chapter will end with polls for what the plan is going into Brockton Bay, but almost as important is the question of who Gil intends to try to snap up for his harem/team. This is, after all, a horny story on a horny story site.

https://strawpoll.com/X3nkPDvBYgE