Ch 1.51: Threes

[Elaina Weaver has achieved level 3]

Skill Gained: [Good Girl] - Rank 1 - Passive: User may declare herself the property of another party member by telling them “I’m your good girl.” User must obey commands from her owner relating 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 direct command from her owner or otherwise servicing her owner, User may, with permission, utilize her owner’s power boosting skills and mana.

Skill Enhanced: [Pain Response] - Rank 2 - Passive: Converts a {moderate} amount of pain to arousal.

Elaina blushed just at the thought of that first skill. The gods certainly have a sense of humor, and they’re laughing at me from all the way up in the stars. 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, coming from the orb she held as Myriala flew at both of them.

“No you don’t,” Elaina 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.

“Armory subsystem active,” the System’s voice said, “commencing 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 black 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 black leather boots. The newly classed woman was left standing there in all leather, holding the black and pink handle of bullwhip with a rope made of what could only be crystal threads.

It took Elaina a moment to stop gawking, to redirect her thoughts towards Tira’s class and the task at hand.

Tira Strask

System Hierarchy: [User]

Class: Sadist Striker

Level: 2

Aspects:

[Momentum] - {Environmental Targeting}

User Skills:

[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.

[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.

[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.

User Equipment:

[Crystal-Threaded Whip]: A melee weapon made of special friction-resistant crystal.

[Momentum]? What even is that, what does it mean? They’d have to hammer out the specifics later though, because Myriala had already cut through the chains Elaina had made, was already hurtling towards Tira and the System again.

Another crack rang out, this time from the Crystal-threaded Whip, lashing through the air at on again impossible speed, Myriala again holding up her elbow blade to catch it. This time the whip didn’t cut though, but crashed into Myriala 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.

“I have mana again? And what the fuck am I wearing?” Tira said, looking down at herself briefly. “Elaina, you’re going to need to explain what’s going on.

“Later!” Elaina said, pushing herself up and reaching out with [Restraint]. When Myriala 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

“Insufferable little bitches!” Myriala shouted, flying off into the trees just as Elaina went to try and restrain her with the chains again.

“Shit,” Elaina said, looking about frantically. “Can you see her?”

“No,” Tira said, scanning the treeline as well. “Elaina, I think I have a fucking class!”

“Yeah, I know, me too.” Gods, she has to be somewhere. 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!”

Elaina 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.

“Listen, she’ll be back, and there’s not a lot of time to explain. Just toss that crystal to me.” Better Elaina hold it since she was aware of the consequences of losing it, after all.

“Sure,” Tira said, tossing the orb underhanded, it going a pitifully far amount before falling to the ground. “Wait, that should’ve—”

“Please refrain from dropping me, and it is futile attempting to use your aspect on me directly, Miss Strask.”

“Did it just fucking talk!”

Elaina reached out for the net that she still had on the System, pulling it up and into her bag. “Yes, now keep an eye out!”

Thunder still cracked overhead as rain fell into the clearing, each strike sending a bit of arousal down towards Elaina’s legs in place of the fear that should have been wracking her mind. I can’t believe I’m fucking naked out here. It wasn’t like Tira hadn’t seen her nude before, but it was still humiliating given the circumstance.

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]. It’ll be good to get an idea of my capabilities.

She locked herself in place, feeling the surge of energy that was her mana well growing even more potent. Yeah, this’ll do. Once Myriala was back, she was going to be in for a rude awakening. Tira and Elaina together would be a match for the Red Order member, as soon as she was stupid enough to show her face again.

But the next thing that flew through the trees wasn’t Myriala, but instead a large stone, large as Elaina’s head and hurtling towards that same head at terrifying speed as she was still locked in place by [Personal Restraint].