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A word from the author:

As is always the case, all characters portrayed are 18+ and entirely fictional.

If you have read your way here through the previous 8 chapters, I doubt anything in this one will shock you too much.

If you haven’t, you really should. But I am not your real mom, so I can’t tell you what to do. So if you are determined to jump in at this point, I guess you are one who likes surprises, and it would be rude of me to spoil it too much.

Still, expect graphic everything. Oh and anal sex. There will almost certainly be anal sex at some point.

Other than that, if you like the story, remember to vote for more by leaving one of those juicy 5 star reviews, a comment, favorite the story, or give me some feedback directly. It is what fuels my creative engine, so don’t hold back.

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Chapter 9

As soon as Carrie had left to gather her meager belongings, I turned to Amber, fixing her with a stern gaze.

“Now spill! What was that all about? And don’t spare the details!” I growled.

Okay, maybe I didn’t exactly growl, I had just gotten some amazing sex, so it was kinda hard to get all grumpy, but I did give it the old college try.

“Don’t be like that, you know if I had asked you about it beforehand, you would have been too up tight and self conscious to agree to it. You might not get it, but this really isn’t about you. It is about Carrie.” Amber snapped back at me.

“About Carrie? How is any of this about Carrie?” I asked, quite confused by the direction the conversation was taking.

“Carrie can’t stay here. There are a few guys here who have their eye on her, and have been getting more and more pushy. They have been waiting for their chance. Without me around to tell them to go fuck themselves, Carrie is easy pickings.” Amber explained, turning towards me and meeting my gaze.

“You could’ve just told me…” I began, before I was interrupted by Amber scoffing at me.

“As if you would have let me bring her, if I just told you. You would’ve gone all white knight and went to beat up the idiots. No. Carrie can’t stay and she wants to be with me. And you did say I would be in charge of your harem, so I expanded it. Now deal with it, mister!”

Amber actually poked me in the chest for extra emphasis, showing me this was clearly something she really cared about.

“But the oath was still a bit much…” I griped, even though I knew it was futile. I would bring Carrie with us. Giving her a chance was the very least I could do.

“The oath was exactly enough. Without her swearing herself to you, you would never allow me to bring her. As you probably guessed already, we have had some fun before. She likes me telling her what to do, so it would just have been cruel to bring her and not let her in on our fun.”

“I guess you are right, I am just not used to you caring so much about someone, I guess I still think of you as Amber from highschool.” I apologized.

“Of course I am right. Besides, having her swear to you like that should give us more buffs from that skill of yours, right?” Amber asked, a glint of greed in her eyes.

I laughed. Perhaps harder than I should have, but Amber looking at me like I had lost my mind just made me laugh even harder.

Of course she would have an angle, something had to be in it for her. She was a lot better than she had been, but clearly old habits die hard.

When I finally managed to stop, I wiped the tears from my eyes and caught my breath.

“Yes, Amber, it did indeed give us a bigger buff. Doubling my number of followers increased the level of my skill.”

I called up the stats on the skill as I spoke. For my sworn followers the buff was now four additional stat points and four percent extra experience earned, if they were fully sworn. A more limited oath would give reduced benefits. For myself, I gained another point on top of that. Knowing Amber, she would not be happy I got more out of it than her, so I felt a little subterfuge was in order.

“I can give you another point in a stat, and you will gain experience even faster than before.” I said, carefully not including myself in the sentence.

“Just one? Why not the three points we got from me, isn’t Carrie worth as much to the System?” Amber complained.

“If it was up to me, you would both be worth a lot more than that, but it is not about what you are worth, it is about leveling up the skill. In the long run, the real prize is the additional experience gain, so while it might not seem like much right now, every extra percentage point will help us out scale everyone and everything the System can throw at us. The stats are just the cherry on top. A really really tasty cherry for now, I will admit. But just a cherry. So, where would you like your point to go?”

“Well, if it’s just one, I want it in strength. I want to be stronger, but I don’t want to bulk up, so I figure I put the magic bonus point in that, and it won’t make me suddenly look swole.”

She was certainly turning fındıkzade escort out to have a very unusual build for a thief, but with her badger items she had turned into quite the “off tank”, and now her throwing knives were more about pure power than the critical hits most rogues would be going for. With the point from my Oathkeeper skill, her strength would be at a whopping eighteen. Only the strongest of pre-System athletes would have been stronger than that. Glancing at my own stats, I decided to also put at least one more point into strength myself, as I would rather not have Amber be physically stronger than me just yet. I was tempted to put both into strength to put me at nineteen, but the greatest benefit of that would be to my fragile ego. No, the last point had to go into constitution, I had left it as my dump stat for far too long, and it was starting to get dangerous.

Not just for the hit points it would provide, which had seemed miniscule at first, but for the far more practical reason of being able to keep running. When all I had to really worry about was goblins, it didn’t matter that much, as I could run fast enough to break contact, before I would run out of stamina. With orcs now in the mix, I was a lot less confident I could rely on that tactic. No, I simply needed to be able to keep going for longer.

Of course the girls might also appreciate that, I added, chuckling to myself. Not that I really believed that raw constitution had anything to do with my sexual performance, but who really knew?

On the other hand, if Amber did keep growing my harem as she apparently had decided was her job, I might want to look into getting some sort of System skill or power to give me the endurance to ensure all my women were happy.

“Why are you grinning like an idiot all of a sudden?” Amber asked.

“No reason. Strength you say? Sure, coming right up.”

I made the adjustments, both of us pausing for a moment when the wave of mana washed through us, affecting the change and boosting our stats.

Amber turned this way and that, giving herself a once over, checking for changes, even though she knew there should be none.

“Is my ass larger? My ass is larger. Tell me the truth, is my ass larger?”

I paused to parse my words carefully, not knowing if she wanted it to be larger or smaller. I was guessing she didn’t want to suddenly have a fat ass, but I knew all too well from experience that when you thought you knew the answer, you were almost certainly wrong.

“I am fairly certain the magic of my skill did not change you in any perceivable way.” I stated as flatly as possible.

“It IS larger, and you just don’t pay enough attention to me to see it! Five minutes after having had a new woman on your dick, and I am already yesterday’s news!” Amber stated, apparently spinning out of control.

It took me a moment to realize what was going on.

“Amber. Tell me the truth. Are you trying to stir up drama to make me forget you tricked me?” I asked, putting a bit of will into the words.

Amber froze up mid sentence, then her mouth started to move as if by an unseen puppeteer.

“Yes.” She replied through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. How about we just go catch up with Carrie instead?”

“I.. ugh… fine!”

I didn’t really like using the oath against Amber, but I still felt like she had tricked both Carrie and I, so she deserved a little payback. Plus, I really wasn’t in the mood for the drama.

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“No, YOU don’t get it. I am part of the mayor’s crew now, I can do whatever I want to a useless eater like you. That’s what she calls you, you know. And she is right. The only way for you to be useful, is to be a good little bitch and do what I…”

“Carrie! Time to go!” Amber called out, speeding up down the corridor.

We had passed a small group of armed guys as we entered the corridor, that seemed to be amused by what was going on. Most of the doors were closed, some were slightly ajar as someone inside was watching through a slit, but did not want to be part of whatever this was.

A big guy had his arm in Carrie’s way, giving her no easy way to pass. He was wearing a leather jacket with bits of cutlery duct taped to it as a form of armor, big muscled build, but his pale white complexion told me it was likely from steroids and not because of healthy living. The fire axe strapped to his back told me he was not very used to using it, or he would have figured it was a really awkward place for a quick draw. His black hair was greasy, growing out of a crew cut, and added just the final touch that made him look like something out of Muggers Weekly. If the mayor was really letting someone like him walk around armed, let alone putting them on her ‘crew’, whatever that was, clearly things were not going well.

Another guy stood a few steps back, grinning at the whole spectacle. He was a lot less imposing, even if he was a few inches taller. aksaray escort He had an improvised club over his shoulder that looked to have been the leg of a table, wrapped with wire, for no discernable reason, other than to make it look more intimidating.

He seemed to be more focused on making sure none of the townies lurking from behind mostly closed doors got any ideas, as his gaze shifted around a lot.

I was about to rush forward to correct whatever notions they had about laying claims to Carrie, but Amber stopped me.

“I’ll handle this, you make sure his posse doesn’t get any ideas.” she said just loud enough that I could hear it, but it wouldn’t carry, just like we had practiced on our excursions about town.

I was about to suggest the opposite, but before I could disagree with her, she was already off like a rocket.

Carrie was carrying a large sports bag with a few blankets on top, and was clearly looking distressed. When Amber called her name, she dropped what she was carrying and tried ducking under the brutes arm, but he grabbed her by the neck and shoved her back against the wall.

“Stay put, bitch, you don’t leave until I tell you what to fetch me.”

Holding her in place with one hand, he turned towards Amber.

“As for you, you little…” He began, but Amber did not feel like letting him monologue.

“Mitch shouldn’t you be out on the streets selling drugs to minors, instead of trying to rape young girls in a vain attempt to prove you’re not gay anymore?” Amber growled at him, loud enough I was certain everyone in the corridor probably heard.

“Amber! I’m not raping…” Mitch began, before realizing he was walking into a trap.

“Greg is not here to protect you now, Amber, so if you don’t fuck right off, I just might decide to take you too. You are not even supposed to be let back in, so no one will stand up for you!”

“You got that wrong, Mitch, I am the one here to stand up for someone, not the other way around.

As Amber bore down on Mitch, I felt the rest of what I had decided to refer to as his gang, come up from behind.

Not wanting to leave Amber out of my sight, I turned sideways and started to pour mana into my hand in the pattern of the Flaming Weapon spell, but with no weapon to focus the spell into, the spell instead made spectral flames appear around my hand and fingers, as the spell tried and failed to find a suitable target.

It was a bit hot, but fortunately not too bad, as the spell couldn’t really manifest the fire fully without the requirements properly fulfilled. It still drained a bit of mana, and kept doing so as I flexed my will and refused to allow it to fizzle away.

“That’s far enough, guys. Mitch is a big boy, he can handle this without you.” I growled, my flaming fist drawing their attention in the dim light of the corridor.

They were a rough bunch, all of them armed in some way, but glancing at the fire I had manifested, they did not seem very eager to throw down.

“Let Mitch cook, he got this. We can beat up the boyfriend after.” One of them suggested, and before they could do more than that, Amber made her move.

As she approached Mitch, he reached out to grab her, a move she easily dodged with her now ridiculous dexterity, flowing just out of reach, causing him to move slightly forward to catch her.

A quick kick to his knee made his step falter, at which point Amber grabbed his outstretched wrist with both hands, twisting and ducking under his arm before he could regain his balance, then pulled and let go, letting Mitch fall awkwardly to the floor, narrowly avoiding breaking his fall with his face.

Mitch, seemingly no stranger to violence, did not stay down, but rushed back to his feet, whirling to face Amber.

“Bitch, I was going to be gentle, but now I’m gonna be real rough, and then let the boys…” Mitch began, as he stepped forward and drove home a low blow right in Amber’s midsection.

A blow like that would drive the air from most people’s lungs, as well as take all the fight out of them, but Amber actually took it like a champ. Either she had remembered to clench her core like I had been teaching her whenever we could take some time to train her fighting skills, or maybe it was her massively System boosted constitution and strength that let her shrug off a blow from a much larger foe.

Whatever the reason, it brought Mitch dangerously close to Amber, which was an opportunity she did not let go to waste. With both hands she grabbed a hold of his belt, before she brought her knee up sharply, landing a blow that made every male in the corridor wince in sympathetic pain.

Mitch might have collapsed at that point, if not for the fact that Amber held him upright by the belt, as she was not nearly done.

As swiftly as she could bring her knee down, it went back up again, then again, then a final time. Mitch, having no more breath with which to howl in pain after the first two, eyüp escort could only whimper at that point.

His lackey was slow to react, but finally decided he had better step in, and started to close the distance with his weapon out in front.

“Let him GO! I will fucking kill you for this!”

I was about to call up a fire bolt to blast him, even if my accuracy would suck at that distance, and there was no telling if the rest of the gang would swarm me if I did.

Before I could, Amber turned slightly to keep Mitch between her and the lackey, before lifting him up by the belt, crouching down slightly at the same time to get under his weight, before pushing up with her legs to get him moving up, then shoved with all of her considerable strength, flinging Mitch right at the lackey.

Surprised, the lackey did not manage to dodge in time, resulting in both of them falling to a heap with the barely conscious Mitch on top.

“Let’s go Carrie, we are leaving!” Amber snapped, blowing a few tangles of hair away from her face, as she glared at the men at her feet.

“The sheriff will hear of this…” The lackey tried to growl menacingly, but in reality it sounded a lot more like whining.

“That you two goons got beat up by a girl, while failing to rape another. Yeah, that will make your star rise for sure!”

Without waiting for a response, Amber turned and started to drag Carrie along with her.

“Guys, I don’t think Mitch would want them to leave.”

I couldn’t tell which one of the gang members had spoken, but I felt like I had to nip it in the bud.

“FUEGO!” I roared theatrically, as I completed my spell, just for a bit of extra flair, as three fiery bolts came into being and flew across the corridor, right past the gang.

“I think Mitch would want some of you still able to help carry him to the doc, to have his nuts put in a cast.” I suggested, turning towards them, my right hand put on the hilt of my sword.

“Holy shit, how is he doing that?” One yelped.

All of them backed away, and as Amber came back, Carrie in tow, they all stepped out of the way, eyeing me warily as I slowly stepped past them, before hurrying after the girls.

They, on the other hand, rushed to help their fallen leader.

This place was definitely getting a bit too lord of the flies already, and with overall morale of the townies clearly nearing rock bottom, I was starting to get scared things might turn real ugly a lot sooner than I thought.

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Daniel was done with his breakfast when we found him back in the now crowded cafeteria. He was sitting with a tall brunette who was busy finishing her own bowl of stew. The rumpled uniform she was wearing marked her as a cashier from the nearby gas station, having probably made it to the relative safety of the highschool with nothing more than that, and the contents of her pockets.

From the look of her bowl, the short rations really were very short, and even if Daniel seemed to do his best not to stare at her bowl hungrily, she was still leaning over it protectively as she scooped down every precious mouthful. Daniel was talking to her as we approached, but when he spotted us he lit up in a smile and waved at us.

“John! Over here! There he is, see, I told you he would come find me. Us.”

The woman spared us a glance and a brief spoon salute, before putting the spoon back to its proper use.

“Hi Daniel, who’s your friend?” I asked, as we stepped up to their table.

“John, this is my… uh… Jennifer.” Daniel began.

“Jenny is fine.” Jennifer interjected.

“Happy to meet you Jenny. So, Daniel, are you about ready to go? Sun is up, and daylight is wasting and all that…”

“About that, I was talking to Jenny, told you what you did and all, and she wanna help…”

“She wants my help? Look, I do want to help everyone, but I only have so much mana, and…”

“No man, she wants to come help carry the stuff… you know… the stuff!”

Stage whispering like a pro, Daniel pretty much ensured everyone nearby heard every word, and knew he was trying and failing to be discreet.

With lots of faces turning towards us, I figured it was best to deflect their attention. The way they were being starved, if they figured I might have somehow stuffed a deer carcass in my pockets, I would get torn to pieces.

“Relax dude, I don’t even know if we need more people to carry the latrine buckets, but sure, you can bring your… Jennifer.” I said, putting extra emphasis on the latrine buckets part, while I held his gaze intently, willing him to get the message.

“Jenny is fine. What latri… ” Jenny began, then got the idea as she glanced at me.

“..ne are we going to empty first?” she continued, pushing her now empty and licked clean bowl away from her.

“Uh. All of them, probably. Yup. I bet we have to do all of them. Sure wish we could get more volunteers.” Daniel chimed in, perhaps overdoing it a bit. But it still worked. No one nearby wanted to risk being drafted for that particular duty, which I understood completely.

“Let’s go then, unless you have more people waiting to sign up?”

“Nope, just Jenny. I wouldn’t have told anyone, but she came looking for me with some bandages she had scrounged up, so when I told her I no longer needed them, I had to tell her the rest…”

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