Brand Loyalty

Bertha Redd... blessed by the Lady to keep John alive through would-be **** by the Order.

Blessed by the Lady.

Blessed.

John’s eyes narrowed. She’s... she’s only like this because of that fucking blessing. She can’t fight it... no one can, can they? So... she’s not a free person anyways. She’s already a ****, even if she doesn’t know it.

Trails of dark wove in with sounds of color, though John again couldn’t be sure of what he was perceiving or imagining. He put away the strange delusion to deal with the one that stayed his hand: that Redd was a free human being whose freedom he would steal with the Gamer’s Brand. Could he reason his way through that insurmountable barrier? Had he already done so, as Juniluny suggested, when he branded intelligent monsters and made them his summons? Tara, that bizarre, in-between servant that she was, had neither called on John nor been called upon. He knew she was alive; her datasheet was ever there with the other summons. More, she was free, as far as John could tell... and he had exercised the self-control he had promised her. One day, perhaps, he could even free her in truth.

The path was suddenly clear to John... to do what was once unthinkable... and to look upon it as a kindness. I will make her more free than she ever could have been with the Order-

In good company, indeed.

What am I… thinking?! John shook as he willed himself to stop… and the nebulous blackness that had begun to encroach was suddenly blasted away, ripped away from his perception before he could truly focus on it. The illusion was an afterthought: he looked upon the **** cleric on his cock… and gritted his teeth as he thrashed against his bindings. No! NO! I’m not… I’m not like… Hell fuck no! I’m fucking better than this! I have to be! John recalled his new ability… and now, bereft of conscious witnesses as he was, he would put it to the test. He checked his skill again.

New Skill: Kinetic Condenser, level 2, variable HP
Kinetic Condenser: exert your muscles to transfer the strength of your entire body into a specific direction or point of your body. Take an action that involves moving at least a single muscle in your body. Choose a level of Kinetic Condenser to use. You can put your entire body's strength therein for 10% of your HP per level of Kinetic Condenser used. Multiply your strength by [1 + skill lvl used] for this action. Alternatively, you may send this kinetic power out like a ranged attack, the effect being considered one skill level lower per [skill lvl] yards away the target is located.

Alright, John… we can do this… we just got to hope it works… and hope it works before she wakes up. He eyed the binding over his wrist… and throttled his libido down once he realized he couldn’t focus on anything but the freshly-fucked sleeve still milking him for more. Focus John… if you put it into your cock you might break her… focus!

You used Kinetic Condenser! -395HP

It was a brutal loss at 20% of his health, but John felt unbelievable power surge up his arm as he readied to burst it out of the grip of his bindings-

THUNK.

John blinked at his wrist that, perhaps by some power of Kinetic Condenser or Gamer’s Body, didn’t shatter… and yet managed to smash up into the binding enough to bend its shape. John grunted in frustration… but it was progress. He tried it again.

THUNK.

And again.

THUNK.

He had to wait… lest he die trying to get the bindings off. Without mana to cast Heal or Equilibrium, patience was now his only route. The moment he was above 20%, he smashed it again as the bindings all along his arm began to warp-

SNAP.

His health had dwindled down to 500 despite his periodic heals… but it had been the fourth strike, with the **** of over 150 strength, that had finally snapped the binding open… and just barely let John’s wrist squeeze through its gap.

That was one.

9 minutes later...

SNAP.

His right hand reached for his mask and groped at it. It was anchored solidly against his face and, as far as John’s fingers could tell, was fused with the bindings holding his head. Should I try to headbutt my way out or-

A soft groan… and a slippery, semi-conscious Bertha Redd slowly dismounted John, letting his ever-hard cock flop out of her… before she, in turn, went flopping onto the ground with a heavy crash. “Gah!”

Shit, all I’ve got is my arm, I- fuck it. John groped at the the plates and bindings as far as he could without lifting his shoulder. His fingers hooked onto the jacked-in wires that suckled at his mana and happily ripped them apart. He had managed to snap four such wires... but his mana still refused to tick up.

Bertha Redd, meanwhile, was quite up and at ‘em… and nowhere near horny enough to not stare boggle-eyed as the Warlock was halfway to freeing himself. “Lady help me!”

Hospitaler tried to use Moment of Peace, but you’re immune!

Fuck.

“S-Stop!”

You used Move on Bertha Redd.

Before the Hospitaler could truly internalize her sense of betrayal, her body had flung itself towards John… and landed upon him with his hand around her thin little neck. “I told you, I just want to hold you while I fuck you… now let’s get back to it.”

You used Aphrodisiac (doubled)! Hospitaler is now 11,200% more receptive to you for 9 rounds.

Sorry, Bertha… but if you knew what the alternative was, you’d thank me, I think.

“You’re… you’re escaping,” she managed through his grip.

“I told you I was going to put babies in you, and I don’t intend to half-ass it… Now get down here.” He brought her down… and kissed her, deeply and passionately, as he tasted her heated breath and gasps for air. His hand drifted down from her neck to her back and pinned her fat, erect nipples against him as he continued to try and guide her down his body. “Put me inside you…”

“Lady help me, but if you’re lying…”

“I’d never make it out,” he breathed, “please, Bertha…”

Her twitching twat was not one to argue: her hand had already reached down to join them anew… and John slowly pushed her back down his length as he did his best to focus on his health ticking up. Just lie back… and think of Springfield... Bertha’s moans were soon stabilizing her lust for John; their union was sacred anew, and he held her lovingly with an arm that could just as likely snap her neck. That was proof enough for the Aphrodisiac-drunk Bertha as she came on his cock once again.

30 minutes later...

How much longer would it take? John’s left arm had finally gotten free, and if Bertha had noticed, she was too busy drooling on his chest to act on it. The plugs he had missed had apparently been running all along his arms; with every snapped binding, a cord went flicking wildly into the air, its tip briefly flashing with the blue light of spilling mana, before falling lifelessly to the floor.

If she hadn’t been pregnant the first time he had barfed baby batter inside her womb, the following four full batches she took right to the twat probably finished the job. He could feel that their joined genitals and laps had become coated in their fluids, and the girl was now panting, perhaps from thirst, as she continued to grind her sore cunt onto his eternal dick. John reached for the mask over his face… and felt another six wires there. With a grunt, he tore them away… and at last, his mana began to tick back up. He continued to grope along his body where his limited range allowed it: along his left flank, over his left chest, and on the binding over his scalp, a total of ten more wires were yanked from their sockets. How many of these fucking things did they put on me?!

John’s mana finally surged back at what appeared to be its normal rate of over eighty MP a turn, as long as he did nothing but continue to fuck himself with the worn out Hospitaler laying on top of him. The capture message continued to urge his domination; John continued to scorn it.

With his arms and shoulders eventually freed, he had enough control and movement to get leverage on the plate over his Eye... and with a single, stern dislocation of the plate, John’s denied eye was finally allowed to wince in pain as light touched it for the first time in hours.

John looked at his momentary lover.

Bertha Redd
Level 11 Hospitaler
HP: 145/145
MP: 140/140
Stats: Str 10 Agi 11 End 10 Int 19 Wis 11 Cha 9 Lib 30
Status Effects: The Lady’s Blessing
Qualities: None
A 33-year-old bachelorette and a Hospitaler virtually by process of elimination, Bertha Redd comes from a distinguished line of Knights. Bertha grew up bullied in school until she was finally tutored exclusively at home and at the Order, fostering her standoffish personality and a chip on her shoulder. Nonetheless, Bertha earns easy praise due to her station and is a competent healer. Bertha had fetishized pregnancy from an early age, a condition exacerbated by her father’s fetish, her mother’s near-constant state of pregnancy, and Bertha’s own self-esteem issues.

Cripes... John eyed the Blessing...

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