Startup 40: Sexual Harassment

Arodus 29, evening.

“So, would you rather get in trouble for whatever I did, or pretend it never happened?”

Xenobia crossed her arms, glaring at me. I’d burnt all my remaining second level spell slots on summoning, so I didn’t have the benefits of invisibility on my way back from the morgue. As far as I knew nobody saw me, but my menu usually didn’t tell me if a roll failed or succeeded unless it was already obvious. Xenobia met my eyes with a steady gaze.

“How about I sweeten the pot?” I said, pulling one of my last fingernail sized pieces of onyx. “Keep quiet, and I’ll give you this now and more later. Deal?”

She rolled her eyes and leaned back against the wall, placing her nose back into her book. She held out one palm. I placed the onyx in her hand, and she deftly pocketed it.

She’ll probably hang me out to dry if this comes back to bite her. That’s fine. I don’t need long.

I nodded at the four mutants, waving at each in turn. As I did, I considered each. I didn’t know them well, but they were some of my only allies here.

Too strong to add them to my party as anything but full party members, but I’m not sure about demoting anyone in the A team. I can’t bring all of them, even if I did.

I settled in the room and got back to my workout. I didn’t have a lot left in the tank, magically speaking. One spell slot for invisibility, two for the Zebub, and four for the two Atomies. I still had a few first level slots, but I was saving them for later. I also had my gun, but Yael was holding all my bullets. No reloads for me just yet.

I went back to doing squats. I still didn't have proper weights, so I didn’t expect to make any real progress, but it was important to maintain. Between sets I let my mind wander.

Could I have used Create Treasure Map? I mean. Maybe? It would be damn nice to have a map leading back here. Ugh. No. I really doubt any of these people know much about the surface, and the map comes from their memories and knowledge. Still, I should have thought about that earlier.

When Nendra finally returned, she paused briefly to appreciate the sight of me exercising shirtless. I didn’t really want my few clothes soaked with sweat, but if it also made me hotter I wasn’t complaining.

“So, are you ready?” I asked, quickly shifting to a set of stretches to cool down.

“Not just yet.” Nendra replied, vanishing into her closet.

She emerged a few minutes later in nothing but a few strategically placed squares of cloth held on with silver chains, with the largest area covered being her hip. She had a ruby studded whip hanging there.

From what I knew, this wasn’t something she’d be allowed to wear in public until her mother died or retired. Hell, for all I knew she had borrowed it from Dovnu just today; they were about the same size. She was certainly hot, but given the last 48 hours I wasn’t really thinking with my dick. I had to stop myself from smirking at the ridiculous outfit, knowing that she was only wearing it for the power move.

Mih’Tzi, for contrast, was dressed in layers of dark brown when she arrived. I tried to meet her eyes for just a second, but she knew better than to look at me. She was here to put on a show for Nendra, not me. Nendra sat in a high chair, something akin to a throne, so that she could look down upon the kneeling Mih’Tzi.

“Strip.” Nendra said, smirking.

The heavy servant’s cloak concealed an unflatteringly baggy ankle length grey dress, which was in turn covering a male servant’s shirt and pants. Nendra’s eyes flashed at that, and she raised a hand as Mih’Tzi began to strip off the final layer.

“No.” She said, a manic grin spreading across her face. “Keep those on. He only needs one part of you. Kneel and prostrate yourself before me.”

Mih’Tzi briefly glanced at me as she turned to kick away her discarded clothing, giving me a look that communicated untold depths of disdain in a single moment. She had been surprisingly open to the humiliation, once we’d worked out the details. I still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of her. She didn’t have a kink for it; I checked.

Regardless, she turned back to Nendra and proceeded to kowtow for just a moment before raising her tight ass into the air for my viewing pleasure. The pants didn’t do anything for me, but it was kinda fun pulling them off. I struggled with the waistband for just a moment, palming the contents of her pocket and slipping it into my sleeve, before stepping back and looking at Nendra.

“Mistress, when would you like me to begin?” I asked, properly subservient.

She stared at Mih’Tzi, as she did, strands of yellow conjuration bridged the space between them. It settled in the area around Mih’Tzi’s hindquarters. As the aura enveloped her, Mih’Tzi’s eyes opened wide. For the first time, she looked panicked.

What the fuck is that?

Conjuration is the magic of healing. I believe she is trying to use her new empathic healing talent to steal the sensations from Mih’Tzi entirely. Possibly even any resulting pregnancy. I don’t believe that is the intended use of the magic. (Spellcraft 12+13=25)

“Take this oil,” Nendra commanded, “and rub it upon your penis. You’ll need it.”

Mih’Tzi was bone dry at the moment, so some lube was entirely justified. I still did my best to play along and act as if this wasn’t completely insane. I’m not opposed to foreplay, but this was absolutely a case of Nendra going on a power trip. Nothing more and nothing less.

Escape Artist 5+11=16

Great Stamina check used to maintain a full erection: Success.

Wait, that’s a check? Ok, I’ve got to get out of my head. Autopilot, do the thing.

Though the situation was strange, I focused upon my task and stood at attention. I would have preferred something more romantic for our first time together, but I was here with Mih’Tzi and she was willing. Though her lower lips were not exactly welcoming, with proper lubricant I could fit in just fine.

Mih’Tzi looked back towards me, seemingly unsure if I’d even started. When she saw me holding onto her hips and thrusting, she seemed surprised.

Nendra, though she tried to conceal it, was bucking her hips in her chair. She stared down at us with a languid smile. When I unexpectedly quickened my pace, Nendra let out a surprised gasp. When I struck Mih’Tzi’s left cheek hard enough to bruise, Nendra nearly fell from her chair. With each swat, Nendra clutched the arms of her throne and Mih’Tzi’s flesh remained pristinely purple. No redness.

I see. Everything down there is transferred to Nendra.

Mih’Tzi’s mask slipped slightly when Nendra let out an orgasmic moan. She looked interested in the proceedings, but not particularly aroused. Her body provided only a token amount of lubricant, as she could not sense the stimulation. I needed to stop to reapply multiple times.

Arcs of that subtle violet light arced across the space between Nendra and Mih’Tzi, but seemed to fizzle as they approached. A slight green glow seemed to intercept the violet, though it was just as understated. When Nendra saw that whatever she was doing wasn’t working, I her face slowly fell into a petulant grimace.

When I came close to cumming myself, Nendra held up one hand.

“This one isn’t worthy.” She proclaimed. “Let her lick your seed from the floor, instead.”

Mih’Tzi didn’t quite shrug, but she shifted on my dick, seeming like she might pull off as ordered. I clamped down with my hands and pushed in deep.

No way. Not happening. Too much riding on this.

I quickened my thrusts, trying to reach climax.

“Come now, mistress, don’t you want to feel it inside you?” I Suggested.

The jet of violet light struck Nendra, and was absorbed ineffectually into her skin. Her glare turned upon me.

“Do not think to command me,” she hissed, “Not here and now, not in my moment of triumph. Pull out. Now.”

Her Suggestion was thankfully no more effective than my own. I needed to think fast, though. I took over thrusting while I pulled the small needle from my sleeve. I deftly removed the protective covering and pricked Mih’Tzi’s flesh, near the center of Nendra’s magic. Nendra never saw it coming, and Mih’Tzi only noticed when she could suddenly feel the pin in her rear, its payload already delivered.

Nendra had failed her saving throw vs Mad Passion.

Nendra is enraged.

Nendra’s magic abruptly cut off right as I shuddered and blew my load deep into Mih’Tzi. I let out a ragged sigh, and realized that time had stopped. Nendra’s face was twisted into a rictus of fury, her hand grasping at her ornamental whip.

Roll Initiative, Combat has Started.

Oh right. Mad Passion drives you to sex or ****. Not just sex.

As post-nut clarity set in, I focused on Nendra. She was actually quite a small, slight woman. Robbed of her poise and her magic, she didn’t hold all that much menace. Not compared to a rampaging ghoul, or someone like Ma’ra.

Stick to the plan. I need to get her to submit to me in bed. She’s not going to be in a very submissive mood right now, but I’m stronger than her. First things first.

“You’ve done your part, Mih’Tzi.” I snapped, pulling out. “I need to have a chat with my wife.”

I didn’t need to tell her twice. Mih’Tzi grabbed the servant dress off the ground and scrambled away, putting me directly between her and Nendra. For my part, I pushed forward to meet Nendra with open arms, intending to grab her. Alas, she wriggled out of my arms immediately, and when I attempted to knock her feet out from under her she barreled through, forcing me to lose my own balance.

Grapple 9+3=12 fail

Trip as Attack of Opportunity 5+3=8 fail

You do not have Improved Grapple or Improved Trip; you provoke an attack of opportunity

Nendra Trip as Attack of Opportunity Critical Success

You are prone

I went down onto my ass as Nendra **** her way past me, lunging at Mih’Tzi barehanded. My wife struck Mih’Tzi with an open handed slep, which provoked little more than an annoyed glare. Even worse, the glare was directed at me.

What the hell, man? You have physical stats now! That should have been cake!

I scrambled to my feet and grabbed Nendra from behind, dragging her away from Mih’Tzi. She fixed me with a skeptical glance as Nendra attempted to bite me.

Grapple 11+3=14 Success!

“Did I stutter?” I said, “Get out of here!”

I wrestled Nendra to the ground, giving Mih’Tzi the time she needed to throw on the dress and cloak. She walked out with the air of a Queen, informing both Nendra’s guards and mine that we had requested not to be disturbed. Despite her initial burst of strength, Nendra proved rather inept at grappling and was easy to pin. She struggled under me, growling and spitting in my face. Despite that, her hips were also bucking towards me as she met my eyes.

She was dripping wet from the stolen pleasure, and I slid in easily. She let out a pleased moan as I did, but kept fighting me. I pulled out.

“No.” I said coolly, “I will give you what you want, but only if you let me.”

She thrashed madly against me, and surprised me with some coherent insults in the mix. (Diplomacy 2+13=15 Fail)

“Lying! Disloyal!” she shrieked, “Useless! Give it!”

I gave her what she wanted, and she quieted for a moment, even smiling. Her struggling started again in seconds, straining with all her meager strength to reverse our positions.

“Stupid woman!” I barked, “How can you not see the path forward? Submit, and I will give you such pleasures as you can hardly imagine.”

“Mine!” She said, petulant. “Already.” (Intimidate 4+13=17 Fail)

I pulled out again, not even fully, and she went berserk. I gave up, not sure if it would count but not seeing any other option. I locked eyes with her, and charmed her. I pounded against the iron wall of stubbornness until it crumbled, and tried again.

“Just give in, Nendra.” I said sadly. “You’ll be happier that way.”

She didn’t quite go limp beneath me, but where before she fought me, now she clung. Her fingernails, filed to points and lacquered for strength, bit into my flesh. I pushed deep into her and she moaned with pleasure. I kissed her, and she kissed me in return.

No opposed charisma check needed, request is in line with target’s motivation.

I fucked her there on her imported gorrilla pelt rug, and continued to do so for half an hour. She was like putty in my hands, so long as I didn’t try to stop our coupling for more than a few seconds at a time. When that happened, she started to get violent, but any level of stimulation drew her back into the blissfully receptive state. When she passed out, I collapsed next to her.

I lay there for a few moments breathing, unconsciously holding her. I sat up to look at her, and she clung to me weakly. She was cute, with a blissful smile on her face. Her long hair was messy, and would need a good brushing later. She’d miss the next round of whoring me out unless someone came in and magically removed her fatigue. From what I knew, she’d probably sleep for several hours at minimum. I checked my missions; success. I accepted the rewards, and though I still had only a few spell slots left I was level 6.

Good. Good, I didn’t want to have to rely on a devil for this. Level 6 gives me options.

I began summoning, though I was still worked up from the last hour. It left me alone with my thoughts; they weren’t particularly pretty thoughts, either.

I could kill her. She’s helpless. The plan works even better that way. I’d certainly win. I could make it work. Maybe even put someone else in her place. I’m sure someone would like her life. Maybe Jan’nai. Hell, maybe even Syl or Sandara, if they wanted. Jerry could do it.

The thought was unwelcome, but I could not honestly claim that it was alien. It didn’t feel like Autopilot. That was all me, and I pulled away from the realization. I didn’t want to be that kind of person.

Besides, there’s nothing I could do where I could be certain Dovnu would never find out. Even if we killed her too after the contract expired, I don’t think I or anyone in my circle could pick up where she left off.

That was the thought that put the matter to rest. Not my humanity. Not instinctive revulsion at the idea of cold blooded ****. Practicality. The numbers didn’t line up, it would leave me with an outstanding debt that I couldn’t easily pay off, so Nendra got to live. A stone settled into my stomach.

I need to get out of here.

Amber light filled the space in front of me, eventually resolving into a slight elven form. She looked as if she were wearing form fitting black and yellow armor, but I knew better. The plates of thick chitin were every bit as much a part of her as the wasplike wings upon her back. She fixed me with a hard black gaze.

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“Who are you to call upon me?” She asked, her voice a seductive purr. “I do not take such insults lightly.”

I bowed.

“I’m sorry to disturb you; I would hate to arouse the ire of one of Callistria’s swarm.” I said, “If you are otherwise occupied, I ask only that you recommend one of your sisters who is more available. I seek aid with a task of both vengeance and lust, and I’ve dealt honestly with Callistria’s temple before. I can pay, with coin or services, though I suspect you will not find my task overly onerous.”

Vendenopterix, the servitors of Callistria, were a dangerous bunch. They were created from the faithful servants of Callistria; her clerics, exemplars, and martyrs. In other words, each and every one of them was a stone cold bitch who believed that it was a scorned lover’s right, nay, duty, to key their ex’s car and air his dirty laundry in public at the bare minimum. They lived that truth, and that attitude informed the rest of their lives. If they weren’t that hardcore, they wouldn’t qualify for this honor.

Hopefully that’ll work to my favor.

“I’m listening.” She said, “how long would this task take?”

“Ideally? Six days.” I said. “Longer if I could manage it. I’m currently a ****, if a sometimes pampered one, and I’d really prefer to leave.”

“Oh!” She said. “I think I see where this is going.”

The alien beauty melted into a golden slime and flowed slowly, like a huge mass of raw honey, into a new shape. When she’d properly sculpted herself, the proper colors spread across her body. Of course, it felt odd to call her “her” in the form she now took. The male drow in front of me was naked, dark grey, and had red eyes and long, mussed white hair. He was modestly endowed, and still glistened with his wife’s drying juices. Most importantly, the transformation was physical and innate; she didn’t glow with an aura of transmutation, illusion, or even conjuration.

“Did I miss anything?” My doppelgänger asked in my voice, turning to show his back, “What do I need to know, and what will I be getting out of it?”

I turned as well, and when I looked back a web of thin white marks had been added to the fake Emrys’s back.

Scourge’s whipping, I bet. Nendra doesn’t leave a mark and Dovnu has the wounds treated so they won’t scar.

“Well, how about I tell you your duties first, and then we can discuss the price.” I said, starting to pull on the scratchy servant clothes, “After that we can get into a proper briefing. So, how do you feel about sleeping with a bunch of women?”