Ch 1.51: Threes
<span style="font-weight:400">[ina Weaver has achieved level 3]
<span style="font-weight:400">Skill Gained: [Good Girl] - Rank 1 - Passive: User may dere herself the property of another party member by telling them “I’m your good girl.” User must obeymands from her owner rting to her own aspects and skills at all times. User may be used as a conduit for her owner’s aspects and skills. When obeying a directmand from her owner or otherwise servicing her owner, User may, with permission, utilize her owner’s power boosting skills and mana.
<span style="font-weight:400">Skill Enhanced: [Pain Response] - Rank 2 - Passive: Converts a {moderate} amount of pain to arousal.
<span style="font-weight:400">ina blushed just at the thought of that first skill. <i><span style="font-weight:400">The gods certainly have a sense of humor, and they’reughing at me from all the way up in the stars. </i><span style="font-weight:400">That one would require testing, and gods only knew if she’d be able to muster up the courage to actually use it, but an enhanced [Pain Response] was immediately useful, more of the aches from her various injuries fading and wetting her sex instead, a wetness that at least wouldn’t be visible in the dark storm. Or it would have been dark at least, though light was currently erupting from the crystal dust circling Tira,ing from the orb she held as Myri flew at both of them.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No you don’t,” ina said, shackling the woman’s leg and attaching it to a tree. It wouldn’t hold forever, but hopefully would long enough for Tira to get her bearings again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Armory subsystem active,” the System’s voice said, mencing gear dispersal to new User Tira Strask.” The glittering dust danced around the woman as she covered herself, school uniform disappearing as her body began to glow, the light slowly fading away from top to bottom and revealing a bright pink, leather bodysuit, Tira’s breasts pushed up and out by a series of ck ties going down a deep v-shape from her chest to her navel, the suit tapering to a terribly small crotch at the bottom and being finished off with a pair of knee-high ck leather boots. The newly ssed woman was left standing there in all leather, holding the ck and pink handle of bullwhip with a rope made of what could only be crystal threads.
<span style="font-weight:400">It took ina a moment to stop gawking, to redirect her thoughts towards Tira’s ss and the task at hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">Tira Strask
<span style="font-weight:400">System Hierarchy: [User]
<span style="font-weight:400">ss: Sadist Striker
<span style="font-weight:400">Level: 2
<span style="font-weight:400">Aspects:
<span style="font-weight:400">[Momentum] - {Environmental Targeting}
<span style="font-weight:400">User Skills:
<span style="font-weight:400">[Domineering Presence] - Rank 2 - Active - User may expend mana when making physical strikes to cause them to also affect the target’s psyche a {moderate} amount.
<span style="font-weight:400">[Toy Partners] - Rank 1 - User receives a power bonus of {x2} when using {External Targeting} aspects on an object created by a party member’s {External Targeting} aspect.
<span style="font-weight:400">[Pain Management] - Rank 2 - Active - User may expend mana to increase or decrease pain caused by wounds inflicted by objects affected by User’s {Environmental Targeting} aspects a {moderate} amount.
<span style="font-weight:400">User Equipment:
<span style="font-weight:400">[Crystal-Threaded Whip]: A melee weapon made of special friction-resistant crystal.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">[Momentum]? What even is that, what does it mean? </i><span style="font-weight:400">They’d have to hammer out the specificster though, because Myri had already cut through the chains ina had made, was already hurtling towards Tira and the System again.
<span style="font-weight:400">Another crack rang out, this time from the Crystal-threaded Whip,shing through the air at on again impossible speed, Myri again holding up her elbow de to catch it. This time the whip didn’t cut though, but crashed into Myri with horrifying crushing sound, sending the flying woman back in the air a few feet, arm that had caught the blow going limp, broken at the elbow.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I have mana again? And what the fuck am I wearing?” Tira said, looking down at herself briefly. “ina, you’re going to need to exin what’s going on.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Later!” ina said, pushing herself up and reaching out with [Restraint]. When Myri had thrown her Flexible Restraints earlier they’d gone out of range and she’d lost track of them, but the surge of power that came with her third level expanded her range enough to sense and grab hold of them again, pulling them back into the grove
<span style="font-weight:400">“Insufferable little bitches!” Myri shouted, flying off into the trees just as ina went to try and restrain her with the chains again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shit,” ina said, looking about frantically. “Can you see her?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No,” Tira said, scanning the treeline as well. “ina, I think I have a fucking ss!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I know, me too.” <i><span style="font-weight:400">Gods, she has to be somewhere. </i><span style="font-weight:400">She’d be back too, not willing to abandon two System cores. It pained her to admit it to herself, but they needed every advantage they could get. “Listen, uhm, you’re my owner by the way; I’m your good girl!”
<span style="font-weight:400">ina didn’t feel any different, but Tira shouted out, “What did you just say? Wait what the fuck is that feeling!” which indicated that it must have worked, whatever her new skill was going to do.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Listen, she’ll be back, and there’s not a lot of time to exin. Just toss that crystal to me.” Better ina hold it since she was aware of the consequences of losing it, after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure,” Tira said, tossing the orb underhanded, it going a pitifully far amount before falling to the ground. “Wait, that should’ve—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Please refrain from dropping me, and it is futile attempting to use your aspect on me directly, Miss Strask.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did it just fucking talk!”
<span style="font-weight:400">ina reached out for the that she still had on the System, pulling it up and into her bag. “Yes, now keep an eye out!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Thunder still cracked overhead as rain fell into the clearing, each strike sending a bit of arousal down towards ina’s legs in ce of the fear that should have been wracking her mind. <i><span style="font-weight:400">I can’t believe I’m fucking naked out here.</i><span style="font-weight:400"> It wasn’t like Tira hadn’t seen her nude before, but it was still humiliating given the circumstance.
<span style="font-weight:400">She couldn’t help but think back to that first night, stripped down in the same clearing. Despite how terrible that experience had been, she’d gained power because of it. And gods, if she thought she’d reached her maximum power before, because right now she felt unstoppable, untouchable. She was literally at a whole other level now, still with the maximum boost from [Humiliation Factor], only missing the extra from [Personal Restraint]. <i><span style="font-weight:400">It’ll be good to get an idea of my capabilities.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">She locked herself in ce, feeling the surge of energy that was her mana well growing even more potent. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Yeah, this’ll do. </i><span style="font-weight:400">Once Myri was back, she was going to be in for a rude awakening. Tira and ina together <i><span style="font-weight:400">would</i><span style="font-weight:400"> be a match for the Red Order member, as soon as she was stupid enough to show her face again.
<span style="font-weight:400">But the next thing that flew through the trees wasn’t Myri, but instead arge stone,rge as ina’s head and hurtling towards that same head at terrifying speed as she was still locked in ce by [Personal Restraint].