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Training the Battlemaiden!
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The next orc raped Rose’s ass.
To Rose’s credit, she tried to do as Justin had told her, and please the orc. After using her Invite Rape power, and then Accepting Defeat, she fell to her knees, obviously intending to willingly apply her mouth to the orc’s monstrous cock.
But the orc was having none of it. He lifted Rose into the air by her hair, turned her around, pushed her up against the nearest wall, and sank his huge green dick into her virgin asshole.
Justin knew that women of this world always had wet cunts for rape. He didn’t know about assholes – but some magic must have enabled Rose to be ready, for while she squealed, and pounded her fists against the wall, she didn’t otherwise seem to suffer any damage or trauma beyond that which came naturally from being anally raped against her will.
ROSE HAS GAINED SEXUAL EXPERIENCE!
LEVEL UP!
ROSE IS NOW A LEVEL 3 BATTLEMAIDEN.
ROSE GAINED 2 RESISTANCE AND 2 MP.
ROSE HAS HAD:
- ORAL SEX 1 TIME
- VAGINAL SEX 1 TIME
- ANAL SEX 1 TIME
ROSE HAS HAD ALL HER HOLES PENETRATED, AND RECEIVES A TITLE: “JUST A SET OF HOLES”.
Justin then dispatched the orc swiftly. (57 XP TO NEXT LEVEL!)
Afterwards he inspected Rose’s title. He remembered acquiring a title for Amy earlier, but he hadn’t looked again since adding Rose to the team. He saw now that she had two titles.
- Battlemaiden of Flowers
- Just a Set of Holes.
He equipped “Just a Set of Holes” to her. It appeared to give her a very small XP boost each time she was raped.
“What are you doing, Master?” asked Rose, nervously. She was shifting nervously and trying to pretend that an orc’s sperm wasn’t visibly draining from her anus.
“Rose,” said Justin, “could you humour me for a second, and introduce yourself to me?” he said.
“Certainly,” she said. “I’m Rose, and I’m nothing but a set of holes.”
Her eyes went wide, and she clapped her hand over her mouth. She clearly hadn’t intended to say that.
Justin chuckled. “Very good, Rose,” he said.
He remembered that he had equipped the “Brother-Fucker” titled to Amy after she had been ravished by her brother, and that she had given a similarly fun response when asked about it.
“Amy?” he said.
She knew what he wanted, but she didn’t want to do it.
“What?” she said.
“Could you tell me your name, please?” said Justin, smiling.
“I’m Amy the Brother-Fucker,” she said, quietly. “I enjoy fucking my brother.”
Her face was red with rage – but clearly the system of the world did not allow her to take back what she had said, or qualify it in any way. Not while she was equipped with the title.
“Amy,” he asked her, “have you been a good girl recently?”
She stared at him. Was it a trick question? Was he looking for a way to punish her further?
She wanted to say that of course she was a good girl, clearly. She certainly didn’t want to invite further punishment. But she also knew that he wanted honesty.
In the end, honesty won out.
“No,” she said, sullenly.
“That’s right,” said Justin. “You’ve been a pouty bitch, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” she said, pouting bitchily.
“Thank you for being honest, Amy,” he said. “You can have a reward for telling the truth.”
And he set her title back to “Cuntblossom Witch”. It was fun to humiliate her, but he didn’t really need her to tell the world about her semi-incestuous encounter with Gavvard.
However, he left Rose’s new title in place.
Amy looked at him in a wondering way. She wasn’t used to him being randomly nice to her, rather than seizing on every opportunity for humiliation. It clearly didn’t occur to her that having to call herself a “Cuntblossom Witch” wasn’t that much better.
And then they continued on.
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At the next intersection, they took a left, and that passage brought them to a kind of courtyard between the orcish huts. Really, it was just a dungeon room – a three by three arrangement of space on the dungeon’s grid map – but he gathered from the way they acted that Rose and Amy still saw the dungeon as a normal orcish encampment rather than a series of five foot squares with walls textured to look like orc huts.
It was a dead end – but an interesting one. On each side of the courtyard except where they had entered, there was a ledge with an item on it, and above each ledge was a plaque emblazoned with words. And then in the centre of the courtyard was a kind of plinth, clearly intended to hold an item, but with nothing atop it.
Justin looked around, and laughed.
“What?” said Amy. “We’ve come the wrong way. This is a dead end. Why are you laughing?”
“Don’t you see, Amy?” he said. “It’s not a dead end – it’s a puzzle. An honest-to-goodness puzzle.”
Amy scowled. She went to the first of the ledges and looked at it.
“It’s rope,” she said. “Just a length of thin rope.”
“And what do the words say?” said Justin, pointing at the sign.
“Bind that which brings food to the toothless, worth to the worthless, and shame to the thoughtless,” read Amy. She frowned. “We’re supposed to tie something up with this rope?”
“That makes no sense,” objected Rose. “This is an orc village. Why would the orcs just leave a puzzle here for travellers?”
“You’re absolutely right that it makes no sense,” said Justin. “That’s just how dungeons work, trust me.”
The next ledge held a glass vial filled with an unidentified milky liquid.
“Born of man’s satisfaction and woman’s shame, I must be disposed of in a natural lavatory,” read Amy. “Okay, gross.”
Rose was looking at the third ledge. It held a short, thick metal rod, rather like a billy club, covered with short, dull metal spikes.
“Birth brings pain; but pleasure may be found in my unbirth,” Rose read.
Justin had some ideas already, but he wanted to see what his female companions were thinking.
“Any thoughts, girls?” he said.
“Well, obviously they’re riddles,” said Amy. “Like, ‘Feed me and I live, give me a drink and I die’. Which is ‘fire’, obviously.”
“Okay,” said Justin. “Go on.”
“Except there’s objects,” said Amy. “They want us to do things with the objects.”
Justin nodded.
She looked him in the eyes. “Except it’s going to be something gross, isn’t it?” she said. “Because it’s always something gross, with you.”
Rose looked at Justin uneasily, sensing the critical tone in Amy’s voice. “Should… should I slap her, master?” she asked.
Justin shook her head. “No, she’s on the right track, I think. Yes, Amy, I think it’s going to be sexual or degrading to you and Rose.”
“Well, then, I don’t see why I should help you solve the puzzle,” said Amy. “Unless you have a ‘solve puzzle’ button for me there? I mean, you could punish me, I guess, but I don’t having my cunt in pain is going to help me think.”
Justin shrugged. “It’s okay, Amy,” he said. “It’s a hard puzzle. It’s okay that you don’t know the answer.”
“Oh, fuck you,” said Amy. “Reverse psychology? Really? It’s not hard. Like, that bottle there is obviously going to be cum and pussy juices. ‘Born of man’s satisfaction and woman’s shame’? It was never going to be something nice, like wine or fruit juice, so it’s not hard to guess.”
“And what should we do with it?” asked Justin.
She opened her mouth, and then closed it. “No!” she said. “I’m not helping you!”
Rose said, “The rest is obvious, isn’t it? It wants us to empty it into a lavatory. I haven’t seen one here yet, but this is an orc village, surely they have…”
Amy made a derisive snort.
“What?” said Rose. “Do you disagree?”
“Oh, come on, Rose,” said Amy. “Haven’t you been paying attention?”
Rose flushed. “I hardly think…” and then she paused. “Oh,” she said. “It’s us, isn’t it? Women? We’re the… the toilets?”
Amy gave her a sarcastic clap – and then stopped herself. She glared at Justin.
“That wasn’t me,” she said. “That was Rose. She worked it out. I’m not helping you.”
“Very well,” said Justin. “Rose, do you want to test your theory? Go drink from the bottle.”
Rose’s face paled. “But… it’s someone’s sperm,” she said. “We don’t even know whose! And… a girl’s… juices.”
“Rose, you’ve already had orcs ejaculate into all of your holes today,” said Justin. “Is this any worse? Be a good toilet and drink the cum.”
She looked at the bottle, and then at Justin, but didn’t move.
“I didn’t realise you were such a coward, Rose,” he said. “And I also didn’t realise how much you wanted to let every orc in this village rape you. And you were getting so close to convincing me to give you a break, too.”
She made a low sound of distress – and then quickly strode to the bottle, opened it, lifted it to her lips, and poured the contents into her mouth.
She made a funny face – but she swallowed.
And when she did there was the clear sound of a ringing bell. It came from nowhere, and everywhere, and the girls looked around in vain for its source.
“I believe that’s a success on the first riddle, ladies,” said Justin. “Well done. Any thoughts on the second one?”
Rose looked a little sick from drinking the mix of cum and pussy juices, but she obediently turned her attention to the other two ledges.
“Food to the toothless, worth to the worthless, shame to the thoughtless,” said Rose. “Are the thoughtless perhaps… those who are cruel to others?”
Amy opened her mouth – and then shut it again.
“And perhaps the toothless are the very old,” said Rose. “Those who have lost their teeth. And the worthless might be a cruel way of describing beggars. Is the answer some kind of priest, whose kindness brings shame to the thoughtless?”
Justin looked at Amy. Amy clearly knew the answer, but was determined not to speak.
Rose thought for a moment, and then jumped. “Oh, it’s me!” she said. “We have to use the rope to bind me!” She looked at Justin. “Am I right?”
“Is she right, Amy?” asked Justin.
“No comment,” asked Amy.
“Well,” said Justin. “I think you are right, in a sense, Rose. Here, let me do the binding.”
He took the rope from the ledge, walked up to Rose, and began to wrap the cord around the base of each of her tits.
She shuffled awkwardly. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Binding you,” he said. “That was your answer, right?”
He wrapped the rope tighter, constricting her tits, until each one bulged lewdly from the tight rope around its base. Then he tied the rope off.
The bell rang. The puzzle was solved.
He looked at Amy and winked.
“Fuck you,” she said.
“Now you may slap her, Rose,” said Justin.
Obediently, Rose slapped Amy across the face.
“But why?” asked Rose, afterwards.
Amy could contain herself no longer. “The toothless are babies, Rose. What gives them food are tits. And the rest of it’s just an insult against women. It’s saying we’re worthless, except for our tits, and ‘shame to the thoughtless’ is that we’re stupid, because we’re women, and we should be ashamed of our tits. So binding your breasts with the rope was the solution.”
Rose blushed.
“Oh,” she said.
“I would have bound yours, Amy,” said Justin, “but I’m afraid they’re just not big enough.”
Amy gave him the middle finger.
Clearly failing to shock her cunt was emboldening her, but for now Justin was kind of enjoying her frustration. He’d let it play out a bit longer.
“Now the third one,” he said. “What’s the answer?”
Rose looked at it for a while, silently. Then her face went red, and he saw her press her thighs together defensively, and he knew that she had worked it out.
“Well?” he said.
“I think Amy should solve this one,” said Rose, in a quiet voice.
“That sounds like an excellent idea,” said Justin. “Amy, what do you think?”
“No!” said Amy. “I’m not putting that thing up my pussy!”
Because, of course she had already solved it. Birthing was something coming out of a woman’s cunt; unbirthing was the reverse. The puzzle wanted one of the girls to fuck themselves to orgasm with what was, effectively, a spiked dildo.
“Come on, Amy,” said Justin. “Rose did the other two. It’s only fair.”
“I don’t care,” said Amy. “You can’t make me.”
That was true enough, in a literal sense, but she knew it wasn’t the reality of the situation. He couldn’t make her – but he could shock her cunt until he ran out of mana points. Or worse…
“Amy,” he said, “either you can solve this puzzle, or I can switch to levelling you up for the rest of the dungeon. Is being raped by orcs your preference?”
She made a mewling noise of distress and frustration.
Rose looked at Amy. “Please don’t make me do it, Amy,” she begged.
“Fine,” said Amy. “Fine. I can’t win. I get that. Give it to me.”
She snatched the metal dildo from the ledge, and then paused at looked at Justin.
“Do you really have to watch?” she asked.
Justin thought for a moment.
“Actually, no,” he said. “I’ll know when it’s done because the bell will ring.”
And he turned his back on Amy, watching the path that they had arrived in the courtyard from.
Behind him, he heard little whimpers from Amy, as she forced the spiked device into her pussy. The spikes were broad and blunt, and while painful, Justin judged them incapable of doing real damage. And in any case, judging by what he had seen Rose go through, the women of this world seemed cartoonishly incapable of taking real damage from sexual activity, for as long as the world’s global enchantment lasted, anyway.
The whimpers increased into gasps – but then they slowly turned into moans as she began to fuck herself. This went on for some time – until at last there was a series of shuddering gasps, and the bell rang for a third and final time.
Justin turned back towards the centre of the courtyard – and there, on the plinth, was a pile of clothes. The reward for completing the puzzle.
He approached it. Was it a set of armour?
No. It was a new costume for the girls. He picked it up, and it entered his inventory.
OUTFIT: Orc Slave.
He immediately equipped it to Rose, to see what it looked like.
It was little more than rags. A rough piece of torn leather around Rose’s waist, that barely hid her cunt, and stopped short of covering her ass cheeks at all – and a scrap of cloth that ran from her left shoulder to her right thigh, covering her left breast but leaving her right completely bare. The costume was completed by a thick leather cover with multiple D-rings on it, and leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
Justin longed to connect those rings, and truss Rose up in total bondage. But this was as far as the outfit went. It was a cosmetic skin, effectively – it couldn’t restrict her movement or change her capabilities.
Still, it looked good on her.
But he looked back at Amy.
“You could wear this instead, you know,” he said. “But you’ve been a good girl for me. You solved all three puzzles and you took the humiliation of the final one. You can choose. Which outfit would you like to wear?”
The options were, effectively, “witch”, “babydoll”, “orc slave”, or “nothing”.
“The witch outfit?” Amy asked, expecting some sort of trick.
“Very well,” said Justin, and equipped it to her.
Amy looked at it, and then looked at Justin. And she said words that made Justin’s heart sing, because they were genuine.
“Thank you, Master.”
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“She must have picked up the second badge when she was ravished by Gavvard. Justin supposed he had missed her acquiring it, in the excitement.
He equipped Amy’s new badge.”
False. Justin did notice it, and equipped it to her. They were also called titles, then.
“Titles! Justin had forgotten about these. You could earn them for party members by taking specific actions, and you could equip one to a party member from among the titles they had earned, which gave them special bonuses.
Justin went into the menus and assigned the title “Brother-Fucker” to Amy. It appeared to give her a small bonus to her combat damage while she had her stepbrother’s cum in her stomach, anus or cunt.
“Hey Amy,” he called out. “What’s your name?”
“Amy the Brother-Fucker,” replied Amy promptly – and then her eyes widened, and she clapped a hand over her mouth.”
Here’s the quote for evidence
And reviewing it, he doesn’t ever seem to *un-equip* it from her
Thanks for these! Had no memory of having done this idea previously. It’ll take a more substantive rewrite than just a typo fix to reconcile it so I’ll make a note to do that when I’m writing the next chapter. I’ll amend any changed chapters on the site. I don’t think it greatly affects the plot so it’s unlikely to cause any disconnect for people just reading the next chapter, but it will good to get this continuity wrinkled fixed.
I’ve now edited this chapter to fix the issue. Earlier chapters did not require any edits. Should be good going forwards.
hey, I’ve been enjoying a lot of your stories (this one in particular) for a while now, but I always hesitate to come back because of the fact that you use AI art in nearly every part for all of them. I know getting fanart or finding copyright-free images to use is difficult, but I implore you to find some other way to assign images to your story or even just go without them. for me, the thing that hooks me into your stories are the descriptions you put on them rather than the images– hell, I originally got here from reading your stories on the MC story archive, which doesn’t even have pictures– so it feels very unnecessary to see an artist I enjoy use something that plagiarizes other artists and models. additionally, the extreme environmental consequences of AI may not seem easily preventable, but even single individuals limiting their interaction with AI is undeniably a good thing. it’s similar to stopping littering, even if you know that factories will cause more pollution than you: it’s just decent and considerate to the environment.
I don’t WANT to stop reading your stories and I DO want to be sympathetic, but I can’t keep reading like this. I once again ask that you find a workaround or remove your stories’ images since I don’t personally feel as though using AI is necessary for the quality of your writing. I want to understand why you might not change what you’re doing, but I cannot continue being a fan of yours if you do choose to continue using AI.
Hi! I’m not going to get into a debate about AI generally here, and if it’s a dealbreaker for you then my best advice is to step away, although I’m always sorry to see a reader go.
The short version is this:
(a) Being successful as an erotica author in the particular niche where I am requires advertising on social media, and successful advertising on social media requires images. Books require covers. You can’t be a text-only author and make money.
(b) Individual books, on average, do not sell enough copies individually to allow ANY budget for cover art. Whatever goes on the cover has to be free. I have tried commissioning art before. It was good art, and relatively cheap, but it didn’t increase the book sales by even a single dollar, and there is really not any margin in this to be paying for things that don’t justify their cost.
(c) The options for free legal imagery are Creative Commons Zero, or AI. I was previously using Creative Commons Zero, but the difficulty there is in verifying the licence of the image, and the model releases for anyone depicted. I had a model that appeared in one such image contact me, horrified that her image was used in conjunction with erotica, and I had to very quickly unpublish a book and change it, as well as contact my site host to clear the image out of the site cache, which was a huge hassle (and would also have been, legitimately, a terrible experience for her that I am very sorry for). The site I got that image from had assured me that the licencing was valid; I don’t know if it was or not, but the model didn’t think it was. After that, I decided that I could not ethically use Creative Commons Zero imagery in connection with my books (and I’ve been slowly stripping it out of the remaining legacy uses ever since).
(d) That leaves AI. Because I aim for a look in AI that makes images look digitally created or illustrated, it’s unlikely to ever produce an image that someone would mistake for a genuine photo of an identifiable living person. I’m not going to have the issue I had with CCO.
(e) You can have whatever opinions you like about how AI is trained, and there’s a valid ethical debate there, but, as a matter of law, it is neither theft nor plagiarism. (The training itself may or may not be a breach of copyright.) The output is not plagiarism unless it contains recognisable visual elements of a copyrighted work – and if it does, legal remedies are available exactly as if I had drawn the same image by hand. That’s not a matter of debate – that’s the state of the law. You may want to change it, but there are enough laws aimed to oppress and censor the production of erotica that I’m not going to apologise for taking legal methods to get ahead that don’t harm any identifiable person or group of people in any definable way. I will take seriously any artist who comes to me and says that one of my images breaches their copyright in some rational way, and likely will immediately remove and replace the image, but given the nature of the images I’m generating it’s extremely unlikely.
(f) I can assure you that there is no environmental impact of my use of AI. These images are generated on my home computer, with no connection to the internet, using about 30 seconds of run-time per image, and consuming slightly less processing power than running a modern videogame over that period, powered entirely by solar panels on my roof. It consumes no water, and my power bills are exceptionally low.
(g) There is, in my mind, no more-ethical alternative to me using AI that will allow me to continue to work in this field, and while I’m sympathetic to the idea that work that can’t be done ethically shouldn’t be done, I don’t personally have any ethical issue with what I’m doing. No person anywhere suffers a loss due to my actions, specifically or systemically.
If you see people in erotica who are NOT using AI for any aspect of their cover, then I can assure you that one of the following is true:
(1) They are not making a full-time income; or
(2) They are writing something that can be sold on Amazon, which dramatically changes the financial equation on lifetime sales-per book and how important social marketing is; or
(3) What they are writing is romance, not erotica, which is a somewhat different market (and they can probably sell it on Amazon); or
(4) They are using Creative Commons Zero.
I’m not going to take further debate on this in a comment thread under an erotic story (any such debate will be deleted) but anyone who has a polite question on this topic is welcome to send it to me by email.
Minor typo “beeing” instead of “being”.
(I think you’ve written before about AI, maybe in an annual update? But your comment above was thoughtful and a worthy refresher. Thanks for sharing.)