The three girls, Beatrice, Ginny, and Lothelea all felt it too. Wide eyed, they turned their heads this way and that, trying to find the source of this oppressive feeling.
I looked around the arena.
Chloe was still on her knees, but no longer servicing her partner. Pinky was curled up in a little ball, no longer being serviced, but lying in the fetal position, resting her head on Chloe’s lap. Chloe gently stroked her head trying to soothe the terrified monster girl. Foxy was still on top of Milah, still impaled on his member but was no longer grinding on him. She was hunched low, chest pressed against his face, covering his body with her own to protect him. Her hackles were raised, and she was growling defensively, looking around but failing to identify the threat.
“W-what’s happening?” Ginny whimpered.
“You know how we were joking about the gods smiting these bastards?” I asked.
“No… no way,” Beatrice stammered.
“Yes way,” I said, grinning evily. I was looking forward to seeing these bastards pay.
“Be humble, be deferent,” Lothelea hissed a warning. “Do not call their wrath upon us.”
A single voice called out. A young girl’s voice, one I recognized instantly. It wasn’t loud, but it was strong, somehow perfectly audible to me despite the distance and walls between us.
“Ia! Ia! Nyar’Shiggurath! Despair all ye sinners, and repent! For the Slithering Violation is called once again to taste the light of the mortal realm.”
It was Emi’s voice. What the fuck was this?
“Ia! Ia! Nyar’Shiggurath! Despair all ye sinners, and repent! For the Despoiler of Purity has judged your worth and found it lacking.”
Emi’s voice grew more powerful, uncountable numbers of soft whispers joined in with her voice in a great hissing choir. Emi’s voice was fine, but the whispers my head when I tried to focus on them individually.
“Okay, so that’s my friend Emi… another traveller from my world and she’s… what is she doing?” I stammered.
“She’s calling a god.” Lothelea gasped in horror. “The rite of Ankadiseth, a dark elven ritual. The very same that doomed our world. It’s happening again!”
“Ia! Ia! Nyar’Shiggurath! Despair all ye sinners, and repent! Open the gate to the Cathedral of Eternal Violation. Let your voices sing! Sing for Him! Sing!”
Another wave of power crashed over me. I felt a great and unnatural compulsion to sing. I had to join the Choir. I had to show proper respect. I crushed the feeling with my Willpower, recognizing it as artificial.
“Ia! Ia! Nyar’Shiggurath!”
Both Beatrice and Ginny sitting next to me had joined the Choir. Lothelea and Chloe were both able to resist the compulsion.
“Ia! Ia! Nyar’Shiggurath!”
A great Choir sung out. A thousand voices or more. The entire town sung the Elder One’s praises. I felt another wave of power. Curious, I activated my [Sense Mana].
Infinite and Beautiful, Blinding and Overpowering. My eyes rolled back and I lost consciousness.
“Ia! Ia! Nyar’Shiggurath!”
I woke up again, flat on my back, probably only a few seconds later. My mana sense was deactivated once more. I wasn’t about to try something like that again.
[Sense Mana] Skill has reached rank 9
[Sense Mana] Skill has reached rank 10 (MAX)
Two skill levels in an instant, for merely attempting to sense a god’s power. Fuck.
“Are you okay?” Lothelea gasped.
“Yeah… I just tried to [Sense Mana]. Bad idea, don’t do that.” I explained.
“Ia! Ia! Nyar’Shiggurath! Despair all ye sinners, and repent! The bargain is struck!”
There was a noise. It was an inhuman screech, as high as loud as shrieking steel, and as low and rumbling as a fog horn. It was an explosive wall of sound that would have knocked me off my feet, had I been standing.
Then… there was a terrible silence. Perfect and pure. Cold sweat dripped down my back, and I held my breath.
Then there was rumbling. And then… the world above me exploded.
A shapeless mass of black tentacles crashed through the walls and ceiling, slithering, grasping, ripping and tearing. A shower of wood splinters fell on me.
“Ia! Ia! Nyar’Shiggurath!” The Choir sang.
“Ia! Ia! Nyar’Shiggurath!” Lothelea, Chloe and I all joined them, unable to bear witness the divine being in front of us and not sing its praise.
The mass of writhing tentacles poured down on me from above. The tendrils enveloped me, smothering all light, slithering and tasting my flesh. My feet left the sandy floor and I was lost in the void, an entire universe composed of only slime and slithering.
The Great Violator touched me everywhere, arms, legs, breasts, back, toes, thighs… And yes, the Elder God of Defiled Purity raped me, as was his divine right. Tentacles forcefully entered my mouth, vagina, and anus, all at once. Despite the violence of His blessing, there was little pain.
I moaned against the tentacle in my mouth, and grinded my hips against the tentacles in my ass and pussy. They explored me deeply and roughly. I relaxed and let the creature bless me with its sacramental forced intercourse. There would be no fighting this one. I felt warm slime coat every inch of my body, inside and out. It tingled and relieved aches and pains I didn’t even know I had.
Then, only a few seconds later, the tentacles withdrew.
I was no longer cowering in the corner of the pit with the other girls. I was now standing in the exact center. I had the memory of being covered in slime, yet I could find none on my body. I was perfectly clean and healthy. The soreness in my vagina from Crabby’s earlier penetration was gone, as was the scratch on my thigh from Foxy.
I was healed and restored, perfectly refreshed. Despite not having eaten since the previous morning, or slept at all, I was neither hungry not tired.
Standing next to me, unharmed, healthy and whole was Chloe. The old slave collar around her neck was gone, replaced with a new one. This one was made of a black metal, almost like wrought iron, and gave off an ominous aura like that of the old god himself. It was beautifully ornate, carved with an exquisitely detailed pattern of slithering tentacles that seemed to shift and change whenever I wasn’t looking directly at it.
Kneeling in a circle around us, facing me, kneeling with their heads to the floor, were twenty or so slaves. I recognized them as my fellow torture slaves from the dungeons down below. There were a few new faces, however. Dark elves, clad in maid outfits, probably the rest of Lord Anthony’s unfortunate harem. They were all wearing new collars of black metal, decorated with the same tentacle motif as Chloe. I felt my own neck, and it was bare. I was no longer a slave, apparently.
“W-what the fuck happened?” I stammered.
I looked around. The monster corpses were reduced to a barely recognizable bloody pulp. Purple as well, had been decisively finished off by the tentacles, reduced to a mash of purple flesh and green glowing blood scattered and spread across the sand. I couldn’t find any trace of Milah or Foxy near the spot where they’d once been fucking. I looked around and spotted Milah in the crowd of slaves, kneeling with the others, no longer in any danger.
Despite being monsters, Foxy and Pinky were both spared the god’s wrath for some reason. They were far outside the circle of slaves, yet positioned the same as them, kneeling with their faces to the sand. They both had their old collars replaced with new tentacle styled ones. Foxy was soon kneeling up, back on her haunches, looking around warily, too scared to move from her position or rape any of the three male slaves present. Pinky, however, didn’t dare straighten up or move from her submissive position at all.
As for the rest of the torture brothel… What torture brothel?
Everything above the rim of the arena pit was just… gone. The building was scoured clean, down to the foundation, like the aftermath of a passing tornado.
I heard the groaning of men from above us. Clearly there were some survivors. I had to admit, I was a little disappointed by that.
“Huh… okay then,” I muttered.
“W-what do we do?” one of the slaves muttered.
“The masters are… gone?” another gasped in disbelief, looking at the open sky, now lit in pre-dawn twilight.
“A-are we… yours now, Mistress?” Lothelea asked me uncertainly.
I looked down at her, kneeling at my feet.
“Honestly, I have no idea, but I suppose the position we find ourselves in is probably… meaningful,” I told her.
“I think so too, Mistress,” Lothelea said. “Please take care of me well.”
“Sure, if I actually am your Mistress,” I chucked.
“Why am I standing then? I’m still a slave right?” Chloe asked.
“A head slave? Or perhaps merely a favored one? Perhaps the Despoiler of Purity wanted you to be above us in hierarchy?” Lothelea suggested.
“M-maybe…” Chloe said, looking at me nervously.
“Well, if I were to gain ownership of everyone here, and actually set up a hierarchy, I would give Chloe a place of privilege. I’ve known her for a lot longer, and trust her,” I awkwardly explained.
“If our position reflects your desires, then perhaps we really are yours,” Lothelea said.
“Is there any way to check?” I asked.
“Have a priest or artisan mage analyze the collars?” another elf I hadn’t met yet suggested.
“I don’t suppose anyone here can do that?” I asked, looking around the crowd. Nobody raised their hands.
So now what? New collars meant new enchantments. And if these were gifts from the tentacle god, odds were decent that the slaves wouldn’t die if they tried to leave the brothel now. That wasn’t a guarantee though. Similarly, I had no idea if I rightfully owned these slaves or not. Even if the god-crafted collars bound them to me, that still sort of made them stolen property, didn’t it? I certainly hadn’t bought any of them. Wouldn’t I need to register them or whatever?
Also, where was I going to go? Somehow I doubted twenty or more slaves would fit inside that little bedroom in the rectory hall. And how much did slave gruel cost? I had twenty-something mouths to feed, didn’t I? Oh, and clothes? Everyone but the dark elven maids were naked.
Eventually, my panicked indecision was cured by the sound of commotion upstairs, shouts and the sound of jingling chainmail armour.
“Try to remember who your neighbours are, and where you’re kneeling in this array, I’ll draw a chart later,” I ordered.
I heard two dozen murmurs of ‘Yes Mistress.’ Hehe… that was kind of awesome. I had more submissive slaves than I could easily count at a glance. Mistress Tyler’s found herself a slave harem. If they were all mine, I’d have to avoid letting the power go to my head.
“Okay then, I’ll go poke my nose out upstairs and figure out what’s going on. Then I’ll call for you all to follow if it’s safe.” I said.
More murmurs of ‘Yes Mistress.’
I walked over to the door at the side of the arena, the one I’d entered by. Before the tentacles, it had been a thick, monster resistant door, firmly barred shut. Now it was just missing, torn straight off its hinges. I crept up the narrow staircase to the ground level.
The upstairs was utterly demolished. Not a single shred of debris larger than my palm stood intact. The tiny shards of timber were spread around most of the town, poking out of roofs and littering yards. I could see the footprint of the brothel and its stone foundation. Most of the stone was still intact, but the underground torture chamber had been dug out, each individual brick crushed and scattered, leaving behind a deep empty pit of raw dirt. No other buildings had been damaged by the tentacles.
And then there were the bodies. Probably close to a hundred corpses, crushed and wrung out like dirty rags. Blood splattered every surface. There were maybe another twenty human survivors among the brothel’s clients. They no longer wore their red robes and masks. Each was completely naked yet miraculously unharmed. There was a pretty obvious message behind that. ‘Don’t be a torture brothel customer anymore.’
I saw a row of town guards around the perimeter of the property, keeping curious townsfolk away from the scene of devastation, yet more and more curious people continued to join the crowds. After a few moments, I saw Lysander and Maddie in the crowd, waving at me. I waved back. I couldn’t see Emi anywhere.
I also saw Father Jordan, three other priests and a half dozen acolytes who I hadn’t met yet. They were combing the wreckage, checking on survivors, and distributing modesty blankets to cover the men. Father Jordan spotted me, and approached me carefully.
“Lady Tyler… it… seems you’re unharmed,” he said awkwardly, handing me a modesty blanket.
I took it gratefully and covered myself. I was getting tired of always being naked.
“Yep, Old Shiggy was a real gentleman. What a surprise, eh? He was nice enough to personally rescue me from the dungeon and even fixed up a few little injuries for me.”
Father Jordan paled when he heard me call the great and powerful Nyar’Shiggurath by such a casual title. I smirked. Based on the gods I met so far, I suspected few of them actually gave a shit about formality. For Nyar’Shiggurath in particular, from the brief moment of carnal communion I had with him, I got the impression that referring to him in a casual manner would actually be seen as endearing. The Violator of Purity was a lover, not a dominator.
“This… shouldn’t have happened,” Father Jordan said, apologetically.
Yeah no shit! I grumbled internally. I shouldn’t have needed a god to save me, I shouldn’t have been kidnapped, and this brothel shouldn’t even exist in the first place.
I gave him a dirty glare, “Yeah, makes me wonder how those guys managed to get Chloe’s old slave collar off, or put a fresh one on me without officially registering me. Any idea which priest Lord Volda bought?”
Father Jordan looked guilty, “We’re… investigating.”
That sounded like bullshit to me, but I guess there was a chance that he might have been telling the truth about wanting to seriously investigate the brothel’s illegal slaves. Not wanting to piss him off, I decided to let the matter drop for now.
“Does your church worship Nyar’Shiggurath too?” I asked, curiously.
“Erm… no, the elder gods are best… left to their own devices, but none of the other gods seem at all displeased by his actions. That alone is quite significant. This was the first time one of the three Elders has manifested an Avatar in the mortal realm since Nyar’Loaketer first Tainted the world. Yet this was not seen as an act of aggression, none of the pantheon are raising alarm about it. They… approve of this destruction. It seems the gods value you and your friends quite highly, even going so far as to allow the summoning of an Elder’s Avatar to progress uninterrupted.”
“Ah, well I guess I should be flattered,” I said.
Father Jordan sighed, and held his head, “I’ll be honest. This is a world-shaking event, and I have no idea what to do with you. I’ll be sending word to Baltour, to the main temple, for advice on how to progress from here. The Archbishop will surely want to speak with those who motivated the direct intervention of a deity.”
“Technically, I motivated three… Vyreth brought me here in the first place then Trindon blessed me, changing my species to Aasimar, a sort of divinely blessed human,” I said.
“Ah yes… I heard about that from your peers,” Father Jordan narrowed his eyes, and looked at my neck uncomfortably.
I sighed, “Yes, I suppose I’m technically a demihuman now, but there isn’t a trace of Taint on or in my body. I’m part angel… I’m like, the opposite of Tainted. Also, remember a literal god just removed my collar, and made a very deliberate decision not to put a new one on me. With that in mind, I think maybe it might be wise to make an exception regarding enslaving me on sight?”
“It is not for us to know the gods’ wills,” Father Jordan said cautiously. “Perhaps you were merely meant to wear a different collar. We can of course register you to your friends, as you did with Chloe.”
I led Father Jordan over to the edge of the pit, “Let me show you something.”
I gestured to… I quickly counted them… twenty four collared slaves, and two collared monsters. Every one of them was wearing a black collar, patterned with ornately carved tentacles, each collar an artifact of divine manufacture.
“They all got shiny new collars, yet my neck is bare.” I explained.
Father Jordan swallowed nervously, “I see.”
“Maybe we should try to summon Nyar’Shiggurath again? Then you can ask him whether he just forgot about me. He’s pretty old right? Maybe you’re suggesting he’s going senile?” I said innocently.
“N-no, that won’t be necessary.” Father Jordan stammered.
I grinned. That was a win for me. I’d like to see him try to enslave me now, knowing that a literal god just disintegrated a building to free me from the last asshole that tried to do that.
“Oh, speaking of collars, are you able to tell who they’re registered to? I’ve got a feeling they might be mine,” I said.
“Yes, I can do that,” he said.
“Perfect.” I waved at the slaves, “Hey guys! Come on up. The scary people are… mostly squished. I have a feeling that the few survivors left behind were the less evil ones. We can analyze your collars and figure out what to do with you now. You probably don’t want to stay here, right?”
There was murmured agreement, and a few seconds of nervous hesitation, before the slaves climbed to their feet and started shuffling through the narrow door and up the stairs. Interestingly, not only did the two monsters not molest anyone while my back was turned, but they remained behind, still kneeling obediently in their original positions. Pinky still hadn’t even raised her head from the dirt.
“We have records of mana signatures at the town hall,” Father Jordan explained. “If these do not match you or the late Lord Volda, then it might take a while to find out who they now belong to.”
“Late Lord Volda?” I asked, grinning shamelessly.
“Err… yes. We found his… pieces spread all over his former mansion.” The priest explained uncomfortably.
“Glad to hear it.” I said, staring the priest in the eye.
“This is… not a good thing,” He grumbled. “He was… a rather prominent member of the community.”
“Remind me to tell you what, exactly, he did to one of his maids… I’m sure by the end of my story, you’ll agree that the bastard needed to be stopped. I seriously doubt he restricted himself to only torturing slaves. The man was sick.”
“I… wouldn’t know,” Father Jordan said awkwardly.
I glared at the man bitterly. Was he complicit, or just incompetent? Was he in on it? Or was he just willfully blind to the evil in his society? Even the monsters weren’t as fucked up as that so-called Untainted human. There was no way this priest didn’t know what sort of shit happened in this brothel.
Whatever, I could chew this guy out later, once I was no longer naked beneath a blanket and relying on his help to identify my slave collars.
“But yes, the collars, sure, I’m mostly just curious to know whether they’re mine or not anyway,” I said.
Father Jordan nodded, eager to be free of my glare, walked over and analyzed the first slave to make it up the stairs, Beatrice the wolfgirl. He closed his eyes and held his palm up to the collar.
“The enchantment is so… alien… like nothing I’ve ever seen before…” he muttered. “But it’s… letting me read it… Let’s see. Shared ownership, you, Ash, Emi, Lysander, Maddie and Chloe. Equal authority. No primary or secondaries designated.”
“Slaves can own other slaves?” I asked.
“No… not legally, but that’s the way the collar is registered and… I can’t exactly change it. The collar reacts to my church authority, letting me see what information it wants me to see, but it specifically blocks me from removing it or making changes.”
“Read only permissions?”
“Uhm… yes I suppose that’s a succinct way of describing it.” the priest replied.
One by one, the priest inspected every slave. Sure enough, every single one of them now belonged to me and my fellows from the tabletop gaming club. Or at least their collars seemed to think so.
Chloe was only slightly different. She had the same permissions as before. Unlike with the others, where all six of us were equals, for Chloe I was, once again, the primary owner, while the others were secondaries. Chloe gave me a relieved smile when she found out.
It took a good twenty minutes for Father Jordan to check everybody, but soon enough all the slaves were standing around in a big huddle, looking around at the carnage nervously, and watching the other priests and guards help the fallen humans who survived the mansion’s demolition. Unlike me, they weren’t given any modesty blankets.
“What about the monsters?” I asked. The two monster girls were still kneeling inside the pit.
“They have divine collars too?” he asked.
I just gestured towards them, the black metal collars were plainly visible, even from our view from the pit’s side above them.
“The keeping of captive monsters is legal with special permission, if their masters can demonstrate they have a noble bearing and have the resources and proper facilities to keep them safely confined. In this case, the entirety of House Volda has that permission. If these monsters are yours… and you want to… keep them? This is… going to be bureaucratically complicated.”
“Feel free to direct all your complaints to the Slithering Violation personally, I’m sure he’ll offer you a sympathetic ear,” I snarked.
“Yes, yes. The laws of man must bow to the laws of the heavens…” Father Jordan grumbled. “Let’s just hope these collars have the standard embedded commands. That’s the bare minimum of safety for monster collars.”
Father Jordan started descending the stairs to the monster pit, I followed.
“Embedded commands?” I asked.
“Stop, sleep, follow, and go are the required ones, though many of the more expensive collars have more than just those commands,” he explained. “To activate them, they’re usually prefixed by the word ‘command.’ For example, Command: Stop, Command: Follow, and so on. You can also release them from control with Command: Release, when you want them to return to their natural behaviour.”
“Gotcha,” I said.
Father Jordan led the way out onto the sandy arena floor. Pinky still hadn’t raised her head. Foxy focused intently on the priest, a cool and patient desire in her gaze. She still hadn’t moved off her knees.
The priest sighed, “Of course one of them had to be a Manhunter too… I hate dealing with Manhunters,” he grumbled.
Father Jordan pointed at Foxy, “Command: Sleep.”
I felt a little tingle in the back of my brain. A sort of confirmation. Did I want this pathetic unworthy excuse for a priest to command my god-given monster? That was… an interesting way to phrase it. Clearly, whatever shred of intelligence Nyar’Shiggurath embedded in the collar had some strong opinions about the current Church of the Untainted and their clergy.
I confirmed the prompt mentally. An instant later, the fox girl’s eyes closed, and she flopped over sideways like a puppet with her strings cut.
“There was a small delay… but it seems it works,” Father Jordan said thoughtfully.
I smirked. I suspected the default monster collars didn’t have the ‘ask Tyler’s permission before letting the priest mess with your monsters’ feature as standard.
I pointed at Pinky “Command: Release.”
Father Jordan gasped, and leaped away, “What are you doing!” he snapped angrily.
Pinky stayed on her knees, and raised her head just barely high enough to peek at me. She took a moment to decide what to do, blinking a few times, then sat back on her haunches, and shifted herself until she faced me directly. She stayed on her knees like a good girl, yet her eyes travelled all over my body hungrily. A little drop of drool dripped out of her mouth, and her massive eternally-hard erection bulged out obscenely now that she’d changed her posture. It throbbed, and a little drop of precum wept out from its tip.
“She’s not attacking…” the priest said, confused.
“Yeah, she’s a good girl. Strangely docile, for a monster.” I explained.
I walked over to the kneeling demonblood elf and gently patted her on the head to show how tame she was. I was confident in her good behaviour, and showing off for someone important, so of course, like any good pet, she did something stupid to embarrass me. She suddenly lunged forward, tongue extended, trying to lick my crotch through a gap in the blanket. I took a step back, dodging back from the overly aggressive cunnilingus.
“Nah uh!” I waggled my finger at her. “Later if you’re a good girl, but not right now.”
Pinky had no idea what I was saying. She had no concept of ‘later.’ She just looked hurt and betrayed. There was a pussy in her face, but then there wasn’t, and now she was very sad the pussy went away. She stayed on her knees, but scooted forward a little bit. Slowly, bit by bit, she scooted closer to my crotch to maybe get in a sneaky little lick without alerting me to her dastardly scheme. It… wasn’t terribly subtle.
“Command: Stop,” I tried.
Pinky froze halfway through her movement, and then sat back down on her haunches. She gave me a pitiful wide-eyed puppy dog stare, complete with trembling lower lip, but she stopped trying to creep toward me. She still had her eyes completely fixated on my crotch however, biting her lip with desire. Clearly the command stopped her from doing things, but it didn’t make her want to stop.
“Fancy,” I said.
“It seems the collars work.” Father Jordan commented.
“Well, they were made by a tentacle god, I assume they’d be pretty high quality,” I shrugged.
Father Jordan stared at me, incredulous, “You have no idea what you have, do you?”
“Some super good quality slave collars?” I replied, uncertainly.
“Setting aside the value of the slaves and captured monsters themselves, you have twenty-six personally attuned divine artefacts in your possession. Every single one of those is priceless. You’ve literally just doubled the number of known divine artifacts in the entire world.”
“Oh wow, that might be a problem. Are people going to kill my slaves to steal their collars?” I asked.
“They’re attuned to you, and as divine artifacts that attunement can’t be overridden by mortal means. Most attuned divine artifacts are… exceedingly lethal to prospective thieves, and most thieves know this. I doubt any would be foolish enough to risk it.”
“Ah that’s good,” I said. “So uuh… what happens now?”
“Now? Those slaves are officially yours by divine mandate. As a rule, it is the Church, and not individuals who are liable to acts of divinity. So, congratulations I suppose… We register twenty four slaves and two monsters in your name, use church funds to compensate their previous owners, or their families if they’re no longer alive, and wait for word from the Capital on what to do with this strange group of travellers so blatantly favored by the gods.”
“Where do we put them? I slaves, I mean,” I asked. “Is there space in the rectory hall?”
“For tonight, maybe. I’ll have one of the Acolytes ask around and find a modest manor house to lease for the month. Hopefully by the end of the month we’ll have word from the Capital and perhaps time to arrange a caravan.” the priest explained.
“Uhm… isn’t renting a mansion like that a lot of gold?” I said nervously.
“Reimbursement for twenty four slaves, market value between fifty and a hundred gold pieces each, plus registration fee of one gold twenty silver per slave... Compared to the price of the slaves the god stole on your behalf, the ten-gold monthly lease for a medium sized manor is just a drop in the bucket.”
I did some quick lazy math in my head, 75 gold times 24 slaves… how much were captured monsters worth? Let’s just call it 2000 gold pieces once everything was said and done. If one gold was $2000… I had just stolen something like four million dollars worth of slaves from this brothel.
I really didn’t feel bad about that.
“Yeah… that seems a little expensive,” I said nervously.
“A little expensive, she says,” Father Jordan grumbled.
“Okay… a lot expensive…” I admitted.
If you want a new character idea, maybe a girl that maintained her conciousness after becoming tainted. With this she becomes a sort of anti to the heros. She consumes tainted monsters to get stronger and sort of berzerks/rage monsters when she fights, growing claws and tentacles and other mutations, but maintains a mostly normal look when in control. And she has to pull herself back from corruption after each fight. Each time barely holding on.
She could be drawn to the holy properties of Tyler. Finding it easier to control herself around her, but at the same time being super aroused by her. She feels herself a lost cause and stays away from society.
You could go another angle and make a group of these conscious super tainted as a sort of villain team for them to go up against too. Either way works, but I like the 1st and it adds a tsundere character who can pop in and out.
Good idea but if the tsundere is good then i'm in.
Or like a secret underground society of Sapient Tainted, similar to what's going on in Danmachi right now.
I was curious how the brothel would be resolved. This was not what I expected in any way, shape, or form and I am pleasantly surprised by that.
One idea for a chapter would be to have Tyler "order" Chloe to "dominate" her. Chloe, being out of her element but still wanting to please Tyler, would go about this in a clumsy, nervous, and unintentionally very cute way. Tyler, getting excited from how flustered her "order" is making Chloe, would "subtly guide" Chloe in "dominating" her. Afterwards, Tyler praises Chloe for her effort and they cuddle.
Overall this would provide a short, heartwarming one chapter break from the general tone of the story as well as giving Tyler and Chloe some emotional healing and bonding time.
Splendid! I'm stealing that idea for sure!
So Emi the tentacle mahou shoujo with a “blessing” to get impregnated by tentacle type monsters?
Is it wrong that I just feel bad for Pinky? Poor thing, being denied pu**y like that when all she wanted to do was show Tyler how much she loves her...
Wouldn’t I need to register them or whatever?
why does the MC care about this worlds legal system so much? They are f*cking slavers, not worth the mental energy to think about them.
Father Jordan narrowed his eyes, and looked at my neck uncomfortably
this guy would collar a litteral god for being a non human. He dislikes the tentacle god only for how many collars he would need for it.
“If these do not match you or the late Lord Volda, then it might take a while to find out who they now belong to.”
use church funds to compensate their previous owners, or their families if they’re no longer alive,
this priest is sooo in on the brothel. Wtf he is like a baeurocrat shilding the torture brothel and than plundering the churches kofers to compensate his former acomplices. The laws of the gods overwrite the one of man. So the god giving her the slaves would not be stealing.
Ok, I'm usually not a fan of gods directly intervening in the story like this, but since this one just instantly ended this bullsh*t ark, I'm not gonna complain.
That aside, what are you gonna do with over 20 slaves?
Do the collars transfer the excess taint the slaves absorb to the masters or something?
Yeah, it's a bit of a deus ex machina, and I could have foreshadowed it better, but it moves the plot along and makes Emi more interesting, so oh well.
As for the slaves? Good question.
The collars do not transfer excess Taint, no. But they do lots of other things.
Personally I think you kinda get a little to hasty on the aftermath here but fair enough, for the next arc personally I would like to starting to explore the system itself (abilities, interaction, possibile shortcuts and all that) with some levelling, I understand that this is still the start but I think it's better to make the strength gains gradual and with trials and errors (not "puff god said you're strong" and that's it). Besides I would think that after the kidnapping they would understand that trust thirds party is ineffective (especially ret*rded priests). For the future I'm kinda interested in monsters interactions (environment effects, interaction with holy magic, behaviour) and what exactly is the taint (never trust the church or gods). In general you have a quite bit of world building on which to build and while "fun" times are important (its even in the title) I hope you can keep a nice balance and not turn all the plot into "plot". The most important thing is have fun tho and remember that this is your story, not of the readers (don't let them take control...*whispered* they are evil...).
Also the elder gods seems kinda friendly, I was expecting them to be more eldritch abomination who see living things as dirt but maybe that's because they are someway limited ? Or maybe they are the manipulative kind with some unknown scheme.
Little tidbit: Its very hard to keep abominations of various kind theoretically so far away from humanity consistent with their actions, because they generally are portrayed as unknowable beings, and that's really hard to write since you're human (I think?). So be careful about that, maybe try a way to directly evade the problem, something like explaining they adopted a more linear way of thinking to interact with the world (harder to that outside of time).
Yeah, one thing I was worried about when I wrote this chapter was the "unearned" resolution to this arc. The issue with having Tyler escape the collar on her own was, if a level 7 could do it, why couldn't a higher level slave? A third tier mage should have the skills to break free from a collar like that, but not a first tier. The collar doesn't make sense otherwise.
And yep, Tyler and friends are still quite weak, so they'll need to level up during the next arc. We definitely need a few in-world days of training montage. They won't be saved by divine intervention against anytime soon.
I'm not letting my readers tell me what to do, but many of them will think of things I haven't thought of, and I can adopt and adapt their ideas to suit the world and tone I have in mind. Don't worry, this is still my story.
As for the elder god? He has a motivation. He's neither good nor truly evil, he just is what he is.
Oh man, that REALLY escalated! The best part is how f*cking casual Tyler is about everything that happened.
Hmm, seeing how the "regular" gods didn't interrupt the manifestation of the Elder God's avatar – which means they probably CAN... Why didn't they stop the taint from spreading this far? Another case of restrictions? Inexperience?
I guess I could explain that a little better in a future chapter, but the gist of it is that the Pantheon stopped most of Nyar'Loaketer's invasion, like 99% of it. They forced him back, shut the rift he created, and butchered all the extraplanar demonic minions he sent through the rift. The Taint grew from a single drop of the god's corrupted blood, snuck through the rift and not noticed at first.
One of the vaguely defined rules is that gods can directly intervene to a direct invasion of the mortal realms, but the Taint itself is more of a lingering leftover corruption that anything the evil god is doing deliberately. Since it's not a direct attack, they're prevented from taking direct action against it. They can do indirect things, like buff their mortal servants and bring in champions from another world.
Nyar'Shiggurath was only able to do his thing because he was directly summoned by a mortal using the Rite of Ankadiseth. Even then, he was limited in the amount of power he was able to project onto the mortal plane. As powerful as that giant ball of tentacles was, that still wasn't even close to a god's true power.
@Spectacular quick question, is there a opposite to the elder gods? Maybe they could sneak in a drop of their blood and create the purifiers and then have to deal with rape happy people trying to purify the world, one unwilling monster at a time lol i can just imagine the poor blokes having to hide from them whilst the women would act like its nothing new
Tyler is probably already at least partially eldritch-cursed insane. Insane doesn't necessarily involve becoming mindless, just that your brain now thinks in eldritch logic rather than mortal logic, which makes your actions, reactions, goals, etc seem nonsensical or deranged to non-insane individuals. This means Tyler will be acting strange, but the logic makes sense to her so she can't perceive the difference nor acknowledge that others think of her as strange. It'll likely let her perform magical feats that, while not outright stronger or better, still just aren't possible for regular mortals. Perhaps she sees partially into additional spatial dimensions, but again, thinks of it as normal. For example, she could sit down in a chair at a table, but when she scooches the chair up, she accidentally nudges it into the W direction, making it appear smaller to mortals, and yet she's the same size and fits perfectly in the chair.
> No known cure for taint
Sounds to me like an invitation for one or all of the MC gang to figure out a technique to SUCC the taint out of people. Being able to fully purify, at least right away, would go too far because then why have the MC group in the first place, but if it could reverse mental corruption, then we could take the slave harem around and level them up like the MCs by allowing them to get f*cked by the rape monsters, but not long enough to irreversibly mutate or become violent sadists, so long as the party never got TPKO'd. (I would also say to unmutate as well, but I think it would be more interesting for them to keep the changes and have to live with a civil mind inside a half-monster body. Maybe the SUCC technique could tame or even civilify fully-converted rape-monsters at the cost of having to let it rape you first as part of the conversion process. Sapient rape-monsters, think about it) Would you consider the MC gang becoming the Inner Party of an authoritarian slave harem and monster nation too much of a derailment for what you were aiming for?
That is pretty much exactly one of the ideas I had for my future plot. Great minds think alike.