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Day 49, Monday
Harmony? Princess? Wechuge? Chastity wasn't sure what was real and what
was virtual anymore. The drugs didn't help. But her trainers were also
working full-time now. Even with her glasses off - they were sitting on
the nightstand, providing a remote view of some of the action - even
with her glasses off, her internal mods provided a cartoonified view of
the world. Overlays. Virtual Reality.
Augmented Unreality.
One thing was certain. Wechuge - Harmony's game avatar - was chained to
a wall and had just serviced the last of a long train of male customers.
The man in question was staggering drunk. She watched him collapse onto
the floor by the fire. He didn't catch fire, which was a real pity. He
was a waste of a human being - reminding her strongly of Joey.
Wechuge's knees were abraded from friction on the straw pallet. An orc's
skin was thick, but Wechuge had been abused for days. A neighboring
tribe had raided her cliff dwelling. Those orcs had sold her to another
tribe, and yet another, and here she was, in a human brothel in a human
town called Palisades.
Her tribe had legends and songs about this town. Wechuge noted the Lore
window was active.
A chain of dwarven steel secured her neck to a log wall. The chain
fastened to a leather collar. She could work with that, but it was tough
leather. Improceros leather, perhaps.
Wechuge's inner dialog told Chastity that it smelled like the fairy
rhinos that she had grown up with. Wechuge hoped it wasn't the remains
of one of her own pets.
She looked around. All of the men were asleep. The only other waking
soul was another captive, a female half-elf, chained to the wall and
sitting cross-legged on another straw pallet.
Wechuge had a nose-full of the odor of dick covered in girl cum from
that half-elf. She looked around. There was a third woman, a human. She
was also shackled to the wall but was asleep on a comfortable-looking
mattress.
The human woman had a blanket. Wechuge hoped it was full of lice.
No blanket on this straw pallet. None for the other girl, either.
Wechuge tested her chain. It could hold a full-sized rhino.
A measure of respect, she supposed.
She pulled at the collar.
Then she looked at the anchor bolts. She almost laughed.
Four anchor bolts. Deep. But the wood was pine and the pine looked
rotten. Wechuge ripped free from the log wall with one mighty tug.
'+15 experience points awarded! Lock-picking, Level 0.'
Wechuge smiled.
The half-elf pointed urgently to her own anchor point.
Wechuge considered choking the woman. But if the half-elf screamed and
woke the men, this would be a short and failed quest for escape. She
sighed.
Wechuge examined the woman's collar first. Mithril. Runed. Was this a
magic user? A druid? She didn't have any magical scars, no runed tattoos
either. If she was a cleric, her gods had abandoned her.
Or they were testing her.
Wechuge had an opinion about those sort of gods.
She gritted her teeth and pulled. It took two tugs at the elf chain.
Mithril was stronger than dwarven steel, but it also had more give.
Also, the pine on this wall was not rotten with age.
Together they woke a third girl, the human serving girl who'd enjoyed
some freedom last night. When the girl started to scream, the half-elf
slapped her.
The human whispered, "Go back to your stations and await the lashings
you've earned by trying to escape. If you're seen here, I'll get
lashings, too."
Wechuge faced the human, nose to nose. Then the half-elf did something
unexpected. She choked the girl out.
Wechuge looked for loot in the minutes that it took the half-elf to
choke that human.
There wasn't much to choose from. A few money purses, but these were
attached to the belts of various men who were sleeping. She couldn't eat
coppers, nor could she beat a zombie redead with a money purse. Weapons?
She saw a dwarven axe, double-bitted, a ranger's bow, two quivers of
arrows, a man-catcher, a cloak and some boots. Plus a few mugs and
tankards and a barrel of ale.
Wechuge looked at the men again. This inn had no private rooms, just a
row of cots on one side of the room. She found the dwarf and the ranger.
Both had been inept but enthusiastic customers last night. Both had paid
five coppers to have a turn at Wechuge last night.
Five days' wages.
They'd paid fifteen each to have at the elf. Wechuge hated the half-elf
even more for that.
The ranger's boots and his cloak were piled by his cot.
Tempting, but did she really want to give a ranger incentive to track
her?
Besides, the boots were too small for her. The cloak might make a nice
skirt for her but it wouldn't cover her chest.
She saw a potion bottle in the ranger's boots. A potion might be
helpful. And he would track an orc, anyway. He probably would consider
it a class duty. He'd lose alignment points or some gooberage like it.
She uncorked the potion bottle and sniffed.
Wechuge didn't recognize the smell, but Chastity did. This was a Detect
Curse potion. Chastity had Wechuge wet her finger with it. She touched
both of her eyes with potion. Then she put the potion in his cloak.
Her eyes burned. She smelled smoke. She tasted bitterness.
It produced the effect that Wechuge hoped for. She could see magic,
specifically, she could see magic with injurious intent. This wasn't
just a Detect Curse potion. It also had elements of Detect Trap and
Detect Magic. The half-elf's collar was cursed. Some of the arrowheads
had the glow of curse on them. Poison? A ranger using poison? Or, more
probably, magic. +1 arrows? Blessed, perhaps.
The axe was alarmed.
A fog of miasma drew Wechuge's gaze to a bra top and panties hung over
the mantle. Each was powerfully cursed.
Wechuge smiled. She took a bag of radishes. She took an iron skillet.
She used a skillet to transfer the cursed clothing into the bag.
'+50 experience points. Detect curse.'
'+15 experience points, avoided triggering a curse.'
Wechuge checked the room again. The elf had liberated the dwarf's
dagger. She was using it to cut money purses away from belts.
Wechuge took a kitchen knife. She also took a wine skin and another
large bag of radishes. She hung the wine over her shoulder.
The half-elf slipped her feet into the ranger's boots.
Wechuge stuffed the rest of the ranger's gear in the radish bags along
with the kitchen knife and handed both to the half-elf. She tied her
chain around her waist and tucked the skillet into her improvised belt.
Then, smiling, she snatched the ranger from where he lay. She clapped a
hand over his mouth and squeezed his neck with her other hand.
She backed out of the door into the snow, dragging the ranger with her.
She let go of his mouth and grabbed the skillet. "Live or die." She
threatened him with the skillet.
He tried to squeak out a reply, then shrugged.
She hauled him to his feet, hand still clapped around his neck. She
frog-marched him out into the snowy lane, the skillet between his legs.
The half-elf eyed the wall. She looked at a vine. Bitter gourd. It might
hold the elf, but wouldn't hold Wechuge or her prisoner.
Wechuge grunted. Following the path marked out by 'Lore,' she marched
the ranger into an alley. The three of them descended into an open
sewer. The half-elf wrinkled her nose but didn't balk.
The legends spoke of loose timbers at the end of the sewer. A dance that
Wechuge had learned as a child mimed the sight-lines to guard towers
left and right and the ducking under at the market to find the way out
of Palisades.
They came to the end of the sewer.
'Quest complete! Follow the Song. +50 experience points.'
Wechuge watched the sentries at the top of the palisades. While she
waited, she choked the ranger until his hit-point register dropped to
exactly zero and he went limp in her hands. She worked the timbers loose
when it was safe to do so. The half-elf helped.
Wechuge carried the nearly-dead ranger through the hole in the fence.
She helped the half-elf across. Then she placed the timbers back into
place.
They ran across a sheep field to nearby forest. A dog minding the sheep
barked at them.
Wechuge led the half-elf to a staging area that Lore directed her to.
The chant ended. Which way was home? Which way to the nearest orc
stronghold? The nearest dungeon? Was there a town nearby that was
tolerant of orcs?
Lore provided no further help.
A helpful hint appeared.
'If you get drunk and start singing, you may remember other songs.'
Alcohol improved an orc's memory. Good to know. Wechuge relayed this tip
to the half-elf.
She made a face. "I've heard you sing. I'd rather listen to banshees
fuck a tiger."
Wechuge set the ranger down on a snowy log. She unwrapped the chain from
her waist and wrapped it around his neck three times and tied it. Then
she braided his hair into the chain.
The half-elf helped her braid hair. She said, "I'm Flinders."
"Wechuge." Chastity listened to how her avatar pronounced the name.
Three syllables.
"Split the loot? I'm not staying here. They'll set dogs on us."
Wechuge shrugged.
"I'm keeping the boots."
"Sounds good. I'm keeping the potion. Your collar is cursed."
"That's why I can't call any mana." Flinders pulled at her collar. "If I
had my sickle...."
"Druid?"
"Level zero. Sorry, the only spell I have is Friend to Animals."
"Player character?"
"Yep. She looked in the bags. Radishes?"
"A girl has to eat."
"What class are you?"
"Haven't decided yet."
"You're in the game for the fucking?"
Wechuge laughed at that. "I took this avatar because it looks like my
doll."
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"You still play with dolls?"
"It's a really cool doll." Chastity sent a picture of the doll from her
Mem2.
"That is a cool doll. Really fucking ugly, though."
"I prefer the term, spirited."
"Right." Flinders nodded to the ranger. "Why did you bring him?"
"One of my quests. Meat for the Pot."
Flinders chuckled.
"I know you're awake, ranger," Wechuge said. She tapped his head with
the skillet. "Care to add meat to the pot?"
He opened his eyes. "Um, no."
"Today is Choose Your Own Adventure day. Choice one: I stuff you into
these cursed panties and bra." She opened the bag and showed them to the
ranger. "Then I sell you to my people. Or." She handed him a radish.
"Choice two: I give you your cloak and your weapons, but not your
boots."
"Wait," Flinders said. "Have you thought about this? He's a Level Three.
He'll kick our asses."
The ranger smiled. "Fact," he said.
"Not if he joins our guild. You look like a joiner, naked boy." He
certainly fucked like one. "You can have all your stuff back, except the
boots. You can also avoid the combat rapes by joining our guild."
"Combat, what combat?"
"Zero hit points, naked boy. Your counter just rose again to one."
"You attacked me in my sleep!"
"Comfort tip. Never turn your back on a mad orc. Be happy I didn't
bugger you with this skillet." She shook it at him.
The ranger smiled. "You have a guild?"
"I do now. What's a good name for us? Unlikely Alliance?"
The ranger smiled. "What keeps me from quitting the guild and killing
both of you?"
"Not a damned thing. I want to be a ranger. Teach me your lore. I'll
teach you mine."
"Orcs can't be rangers."
"I can be a tracker. Similar skill set."
"You okay with killing orcs? You lose alignment points for that."
"The tribes that enslaved me? Kill 'em all. If my deity has trouble with
that, she can sod herself."
A notice appeared.
'Proper orcish respect for her deity. +15 experience points.'
"...But I'm not killing members of my own tribe. There's probably human
tribes you feel the same about."
The ranger stood. He offered his hand. "Maus Wag." She saw his name
appear on her Guild roll.
"Maus what?"
"Maus Wag. I used auto-name." He popped the lock on her collar. He
examined Flinder's collar, touched it with an artifact he found in a
pocket of his cloak, and popped her lock also.
"Good job, Mouse." Wechuge used her kitchen knife to cut hair from Maus
Wag's chain.
He asked, "Mouse?"
"I'm not calling you Maus Wag." She handed him the bow and the quivers.
He already had the cloak. She said, "Next quest on my list is Meat for
the Pot. Find me a rabbit or something." She listened for a moment. "I
hear dogs. If you know any lore-crafty things now's the time."
********
A priestess stood in Wechuge's way. Wechuge tried to move around the
priestess.
She couldn't avoid her, couldn't step around, couldn't push past her.
Something about the priestess didn't look right. Was this a vision? The
others had stepped right through the priestess.
Orange robes.
Chastity flipped views. Was this a real-world person? She had a
customer?
"Pardon," she said to her teammates. "Real world. Putting my character
on auto-play." Chastity gave Wechuge instructions to follow directions
from either of the other guild members. She disconnected from the game.
The priestess nodded.
Chastity bowed. "Um, sorry. I'm kind of tripping right now. Didn't see
you. So. Um, how do you want it? I don't have much experience with
girls." She did, but this woman didn't need to know that.
The priestess - a nun? - said, "I'm not here for sex."
"Okay. We can talk but the house charges the same for the room."
The woman blew dust from an open palm. It smelled of smoke. It was
peppery. It had an earthy smell, like goats. The dust got into
Chastity's eyes, into her nose and mouth. She coughed. Her eyes watered.
Augmented Reality fell away.
Chastity looked up, eyes watering. She was certain her mascara was
ruined. "M-master Remont. Um, thank you. Why are you here?"
"It's the end of your shift. We have a rematch."
"My shift?" Chastity looked around. She was in a small windowless room
with a bed, a chair, and a sink. A ribbon of condoms hung from the towel
rack. There was a bottle of lube on the sink. It smelled of Liquid
Wench. There was a box of Turbocharger next to a box of test strips. The
waste-bin was filled with evidence of many customers.
At least she'd been using test strips.
And condoms.
She looked down. She ripped three Turbocharger patches from her body.
Then she felt her neck.
The chain that Chastity felt around her neck was VR. She wasn't actually
chained to the wall.
Oh.
Chastity asked, "Where am I?"
"Jenni's Tea Cup."
Chastity nodded.
Another blackout?
This was no blackout. She remembered coming here in a dreamlike fog ...
being processed in ... having sex with clients in real life concurrently
with clients in VR.
Not a dream?
Chastity stood. "What day is it?"
"Monday, eight in the morning."
Chastity looked down. She was wearing heels and a corset. Nothing else.
She used a wash cloth and the steri-soap provided. She cleaned the
crusty fluids from between her legs. She wiped her boobs and her face.
Her armpits. She found her specs and put them on.
She tried to leave the room. The chain brought her up short.
"It's not real," Master Remont said.
"It feels real." Chastity called up Wechuge for a moment. She used
Wechuge's strength to break the imaginary chain.
Apparently, the VR chain was not made of dwarven steel. Wechuge broke it
easily. She earned fifteen experience points towards lock-picking for
this feat of imaginary strength.
Chastity thanked Wechuge on the internal circuit.
Wechuge bowed, using Chastity's body. 'It's my job, Overmind,' she told
her.
The nun smiled. She bowed back.
Chastity sent her avatar back to its world. She followed Master Remont
out the door.
********
"Princess! Why are you out of.... Xiunu Remont, I didn't know she was
one of yours." Jenni bowed briefly to Master Remont.
"She is my student. Where are her things, Jennifer?"
"In her locker." Jenni tapped her specs. "Please bring Princess's
personal effects.
Colin appeared a few moments later. He smiled and nodded to Chastity.
Trapper boots, heated stay-ups, a Fremont sweat-wicking t-shirt, and her
purse. Test strips, condoms, a vibrator, her wallet and three sets of
keys. Whoa. She had some serious money in that wallet. She checked the
balance on her SWID card. She had even more money there.
She'd been a busy girl, especially considering that Jenni took fifty
percent, plus room fees.
Master Remont said, "She was chained to the wall. Is this standard now?"
"She was not chained."
"I saw the chain. I heard it snap. Review the video."
"That video feed is cartoonified," Jenni said. "It shows her as a
blonde. She is clearly not blonde."
"How many of your girls have chains?"
"Two," Jenni said. She sighed. "They feel less inhibited. The chains are
not real. They come off at the end of each workday."
"Make certain this remains true."
Wow. Chastity was still marveling at the money in her purse. Her
secretary had tallied the sum. It was exactly enough to pay Joi's rent.
She stepped out of her shoes and put on her stay-ups. She steadied
herself with a hand on Master Remont's shoulder. When she noticed what
she was doing, she pulled away with an apology.
Master Remont waved away Chastity's apology.
Chastity started to put the tee-shirt on but Jenni stopped her.
"That's our corset. Our shoes, too."
Chastity nodded. She presented her back to Colin.
He undid the laces.
Chastity sighed. She felt free again. "Thanks, Colin."
"You know him?" Jenni asked.
Colin said, "She recommended me this job."
Jenni grunted. She said, "Nine-thirty, sharp, tonight. Your shift starts
at ten."
Master Remont said, "Ms. Barzjan would like to renegotiate her
contract."
"She would?" Jenni looked over to Chastity.
Chastity said, "I don't remember signing one."
"We recorded it on three cameras."
Master Remont said, "Ms. Barzjan was under the influence. That contract
is void."
"No, we tested her. She was clean and sober."
Master Remont said, "Are you certain, Jennifer? I know exactly what
she's on. I can smell it."
Jenni sighed. She produced a tablet with another contract. Master Remont
glanced at it, then nodded. Jenni handed the tablet to Chastity.
Chastity read the top matter. She put her name on it and the date.
Master Remont stopped her. "Are you sure?"
Chastity shrugged. "I've worked here before. She's a beast but she's
fair and she takes care of her employees."
Jenni looked puzzled. "When did you work here?"
"I had his job." Chastity nodded to Colin.
"When?"
"In another life." Chastity checked all the boxes, 'Yes.' Was she really
doing this?
Yes to role-play, yes to outcall, yes to specials, yes to parties, yes
to oral, yes to kissing, yes to anal.... Yes, yes, yes - a whole page
full of yesses.
How much was coerced or coacted by her trainers?
Did it matter?
She watched girly handwriting appear by her hand in the comments
section. She wrote, "Anything if it sounds fun!" She dotted each i with
a heart.
Master Remont took the tablet from her and lined that comment out. She
wrote in block letters, "No blood, no scars, no tattoos."
Chastity smiled. She bowed deeply. Then she put her initials by the
line-out.
CBG
She signed her name, Chastity Jane Barzjan Giles, dba Princess. Why had
she done that? Legally, her name was Chastity Jane Barzjan. She tapped
the contract with her SWID to validate it.
Jenni reviewed the contract. She said, "Less hours, but willing to do
more." She shrugged. "See you at nine-thirty."
********
They walked to Lao Fan in the snow. The stay-ups and the boots took some
of the bite from the cold but Chastity was not used to walking without a
bra. Her nipples ached from the cold. Her ears stung. She was chattery
cold by the time they walked into the bath house.
A hot bath cured that. So did the 'restorative tea.'
She dressed in the robes they provided. Orange. Interesting that they
got her bra size right the first time. The panties fit, too. Granny
panties, though.
Debbie-the-nurse guided Chastity to the dojo.
Master Remont asked that she fight without assistance from her demons.
They sparred for twenty minutes this way. Master Remont corrected her
form, taught her a few things. Then, at the prompting of Master Remont,
Chastity invited Cookie to take control.
The rematch began.
Master Remont won two of the three matches. She said, "I suspect you are
sandbagging me." She bowed slightly.
Cookie bowed deeply. She said, "I don't know what that means."
"You hide your full potential."
"Nah. We rise to greatness in time of need."
"I am not scary enough?" Master Remont laughed.
"Is there murder in your heart?" Cookie asked.
"Not today."
Cookie scratched under her boob. She shrugged. "I need to express milk."
She hesitated. "My host needs to express milk." She stepped out of
Chastity's body.
Chastity asked, "Are Reggie's plants still in the Children's Room?"
"They are."
Chastity nodded to the Debbie by the coffee cart.
This Debbie stopped her. "Here," she said, "Two Debs said you need a
uniform." She bent down. She retrieved a stack of clothing from inside
the cart.
"Thanks. I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm going to visit with the
children, feed my plants."
********
All eight beds in the Children's Room were empty. At the other end of
the room there were three very lonely plants. They cried for attention
when Chastity entered the room. They alternated between hissing at her
and mewling like kittens when she pet them.
They bit and scratched her, but not seriously.
Chastity looked around. Except for the posters on the wall, you couldn't
tell that this was a children's ward. "Hungry?" She bared one breast,
then the other. She fed her monsters.
She didn't have enough milk. Her output was greatly reduced. "I hope you
guys like goat milk," she said.
They buzzed and purred. They tried to keep her from leaving.
"Just changing clothes," she said. Then, after she'd changed into her
Debbies, she left the room. "I'll be right back," she told the plants.
"Hush. They'll think I fed you weed killer."
She retrieved her hand truck from the nurse's station. Chastity wheeled
the pot of monster plants out to the lobby. She set them next to the
coffee cart.
It was a slow day at the hospice. Very slow. Her only customers were
Debbie-the-nurse and another nun who swept the floors. Zero in the tip
jar. Her shift ended at two.
********
Chastity helped the driver as he lifted the potted plants from the back
of his taxi. "Thanks, Gov'ner." She kissed him on the cheek.
Gov'ner smiled. He helped her tip the hand truck. "Do you need a ride
tomorrow?"
"I know who to call if I do."
Joi met her at the door. They hugged. Joi punched her on the shoulder.
"You didn't call!"
"Some sociopath. I'd almost think you cared."
"Gotta maintain the illusion. Marion is worried about you."
"Ayuh. A bit of a wild weekend. Hope I don't have to make a habit of
these." She reached into her purse. Chastity pulled out a wad of cash.
"Rent money."
"Yeah, well, about that...."
"Fucking take it." Chastity stuffed the money in Joi's bra.
Joi handed most of it back. "Fifteen hundred a month sound fair to you?"
Joi hesitated. "Plus a third of the utilities?"
Chastity nodded. She wheeled the monsters into the house. "Close the
door, ya? I'm not paying to heat the outside."
"Your other plants missed you."
"I missed you, too."
Joi blushed. She helped Chastity wheel the plants down the staircase and
held doors for her as she wheeled the plants into Stormy's room. Joi
looked up, out of the window. The plants outside reached for the plants
inside. And vice-versa. Tulips and tentacles strained to bridge the gap.
The plants outside stroked the glass. "Will this be a problem?" Joi
asked. "Inside plants, outside plants?"
"Clue nada. I suppose if they uproot and migrate indoors, we'll have an
answer for that."
"I'm finding bird skulls in the snow."
Chastity shrugged. "A plant's got to eat."
********
"My bike!" Chastity saw her mom wheeling a motorbike over in the snow.
She grabbed Joi by both cheeks and kissed her. "My bike!" She ran
outside, leaving the kitchen door open.
She hugged her mom. "Thanks, Ma. I wasn't sure I'd ever see it again."
She'd been dreading the trip out to Roy's cabin - and what she might
have to do when she got there.
"Roy says hi."
That put a damper on the mood. Chastity grunted. "He brought it home?"
"No, I brought it home."
"You went out to the lake?"
Linda nodded.
"Poker game still running?"
"No, Roy has to work on weekdays, just like the rest of us drudges. He
dropped me off." She played with her hair. "I met someone."
"Ma! Do you know who he is? Who he was? Erm, is he still a he?"
"He still has a dick." She smiled. Either she had fond memories of that
dick, or she had trainers on board and they were firing reward pulses.
Chastity wasn't sure which was more abhorrent. She said, "Not someone
you should associate with."
"Everyone deserves a second chance. I deserve a second chance." She
tickled her face with her own hair. "Why did you get your hair cut this
short?"
"Why did you?" Chastity sighed. "You deserve better, but thanks for
rescuing my beast. Did you find a snow suit?"
"I rode home in it."
Chastity studied her mom's face. "Why don't you come inside, have some
coffee?"
"I have to get back to work. I took a four-hour lunch break."
"Mom, what are you not telling me?"
"We'll talk about it later."
"Are you still working at the same job?"
"Yes, why?"
"No lateral transfers?"
"They're restructuring next year but nothing now. How about you? You're
not at the Bloop and Ballast, are you?"
"No." But Chastity remembered dropping Courtesy off there. She'd looked
haunted. "I'm at the Teacup."
"Kinny, why?"
Chastity shrugged. "Shigata happens."
"Your father promised me...." She fell silent.
"Brennan?"
"You have any other fathers?"
Chastity didn't feel like arguing. "Meh."
"You can do better than the Teacup."
"Not in this town. I'm taking my SATs soon. The Debbies have a
scholarship program."
"Hospitality has one, too."
"Mom, I met your CEO. I don't trust his scholarship program."
"What happened to saving for a sex change?"
"I'm doing that, too." Although, truthfully, she hadn't put any thought
towards that recently.
********
Chastity fell asleep holding Harmony's doll while wearing Harmony's
clothes and lying on Harmony's bed in Stormy's room. Her plants stroked
her face as she slept.
She dreamt about sex.
********
She arrived at Jenni's Tea Cup a few minutes after nine. She was dressed
to party.
It wasn't much different from working the rooms at Goblin's Dungeon.
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