This S.O.B. System

“Ok, for those of you who don’t know. Raul Luis killed Lloyd Rivers and kidnapped Penelope Dalton,” Wayne said from the podium. There were a couple of gasps, but not many. Most everyone was at the last meeting. “All 3 were part of our group. As most of you know, Red Quests are issued when the System decides someone or something System related is dangerous. Raul took Penelope into a local dungeon. We made a raid group of 19 of ours, and 1 outsider. We were able to subdue him last night, and conquer the dungeon.”

 

Many people clapped at that. Asher knew most everyone stayed in touch, so he doubted it was a surprise. 

 

“Now, for items most of you don’t know,” Wayne said. “Please keep questions till the end. The dungeon we completed was known as a Trial. At the end of the Trial we received a title. I’m sure all of you were wondering what that tab meant in your stats screen, well now we have the answer. Along with that title we received some free stat points. I’ve shared this information with other Administrators, so it will be common knowledge soon enough. If you happen to run across a Trial dungeon in the future please let me know. These dungeons are apparently rare. It was implied that the Trial could be repeated, but I doubt the same people can do it multiple times.”

 

Wayne turned the page of some apparent notes. He had never done that before. This was going to be a while. 

 

“At the end of the trial we were also awarded a Guild Creation Charter. Everyone but the outsider signed and we are now officially the guild ‘Community’. This of course filled the guild tab on our status screens.” There were a lot of murmurs after that. “Quiet down please. No one will be required to join the guild. Tiffany will be sending out an email tonight giving all those interested the information. One major item with the guild is that there will be a fee to all Sysco rewards. Right now this is set at 1%. I was able to set up the account with our Banker System user, Mr. Rozen.” He said pointing to a man to the side. “The System guarantees the account. No one may touch the money without my say so. From now on all quest rewards will have 1% taken out automatically. But if you decide to sign the charter you will be charged 1% of your current account balance. Those that signed last night will have to pay their 1% today or next Sunday. All merchants have been instructed to not sell anything until the charter has been signed.” At that point Asher was happy he had been early. Saved himself a few Syscos. 

 

“Before anyone freaks out I want you to remember that Penny was kidnapped. We were able to save her. But that came at a cost. The guild provided everyone in the raid potions. We rented vehicles and did everything we could to make sure she was safe. We don’t know if this may be a common occurrence in the future. But this guild is called Community for a reason. We all came together to see our quests through. And as long as I’m Guild Master we will continue to act in such a way.”

 

Batman started clapping and after that most everyone else did. It was very cliche, but Asher thought he was right. It was good to have people at your back. 

 

“If you don’t feel like it is worth it, you may leave now. No one will judge you,” he said. No one left. 

 

“Next is the guild now owns their very own dungeon. As a reward for completing the trial, we were given access to a blank dungeon. The dungeon entrance is at a warehouse across town, and we are already in talks to purchase the warehouse. As I’ve recently found out. A dungeon can be manipulated to how we see fit. There are people with the Dungeoneer System. If anyone has this System please say so,” he said, pausing for a moment. No one moved. “Since that is the case I’ve put some requests out and I hope to hear back soon. That means, potentially in the future we may have our very own dungeon. I don’t know all of the requirements but this is a rare opportunity that no one else in the world has.” 

 

“Now the last item,” he said, pausing for some time. Asher couldn’t think of what else there was to discuss so he waited. Wayne Tyler then turned around and began to write on the white board behind him. 

 

-CONGRATULATIONS 

CONDITIONS HAVE BEEN MET

INITIALIZATION START 

220:06:01:54-

 

“This screen appeared to every Administrator I’m in contact with at midnight last night,” he said. “It goes days, hours, minutes, seconds,” he added, pointing at each set of numbers.”

 

The room exploded in chatter. Everyone speaking at once, it took Wayne some time to calm people down. “This countdown will end October 1st at midnight, or September 30th at midnight, however you want to look at it. No one knows what it is, or why it showed up. There’s speculation that all dungeons will break open at that point or even the world will end. But no one knows. All we know is this is System related. I hope we can all work together to understand the craziness we are in. For now we all should focus on gaining levels and working together.”

 

With that statement the meeting adjourned. People tried to ask questions but Wayne dodged most. He wanted to wait for the response from Tiffany’s email. 

 

—

 

“Hey babe,” Asher said walking up to Tiffany. It felt like a long while since he had spent any time with her. They had started dating just the day before, but he couldn’t find a chance to be near her. 

 

“Hey,” she said. Typing in her phone, Asher enjoyed the view. Her hair was the normal blue and pink. Her dress this time was black with a wide dark red stripe through the middle and lace sleeves. Her breasts were small for now. She had told him it hurt her back less that way. She saved their growing prowess for the bedroom. 

 

Asher awkwardly stood watching her. He looked at his phone for a bit. But soon said, “wanted to see how you’re doing. I can catch up with you later.” He felt like he was being a nuisance. Maybe he was pushing too much already. 

 

She typed a few more words and then looked up. “You’re not going anywhere,” she said. Her phone away, she jumped onto him. “Sorry about that, had to send that email out to everyone. Wanted to get it down now so we can have fun later.” Tiff planted a kiss on his lips. Many people still hadn’t left, and they were at the front of the room. By her passion he guessed she was marking her territory. They hadn’t been able to be very affectionate in the dungeon. 

 

“I know you’re busy. We can catch up later,” he said. A little relieved by her reaction. 

 

“Oh no. You’re staying at my place tonight,” she said. “Why do I taste caramel?” She asked, licking her lips. 

 

“That’s one of my skills. I can control my taste now,” he said. “You like?”

 

“Don’t know. Need more testing,” she said, planting another kiss. Then another. Then her tongue explored. Eventually she said, “I like. Can you do anything?”

 

“I assume so. It’s max level.”

 

“Ugh. You and your max levels. One day I’m going to learn all your secrets,” she said pouting. 

 

“I’m an open book to you, sexy,” he said. 

 

Cough-cough- they looked over to see her dad beside them. “Keep it out of the Guild Hall please you two.” The couple let go of one another but didn’t separate. “I wanted to say good job yesterday,” Wayne said to Asher. “I don’t think we could have done it without your help.”

 

“Anytime Guild Master,” Asher said with a smile. They shook hands. Wayne added some notes for Tiffany and left. 

 

“I couldn’t have made the Kryptonite without you,” he said, staring into Tiffany’s eyes.

 

“I don’t know. I’m sure you could have found someone else willing,” she said, leading him outside. His arm around her waist felt natural. 

 

“Maybe. But it wouldn’t have been so fun. When you hissed at the Krytonite I about broke character,” he said with a laugh. 

 

“Supergirl doesn’t do that?” She asked innocently. “I really tried to get you to break. I’m surprised you didn’t.”

 

“What can I say? I’m a professional,” he said. “Where to tonight beautiful? I have till 11. We could go on a real date…or other stuff.” 

 

“Not tonight,” she said. Her breasts began to grow larger. Cleavage showing now, Asher couldn’t help but look into the amazing crevasse. “You’re staying at my place tonight. I assume you can come up with an excuse for your folks.” As she spoke Tiff began pulling the front of her dress down, showing more and more cleavage. 

 

Asher slowly nodded while he focused on the mounds in her shirt. Before he knew it he had texted his parents an excuse and was following her to her place. 

 

Once they were out front of the apartment building she demanded to be carried inside. He didn’t mind as she directed him to the 3rd floor. It was a big 1-bedroom. The kitchen and living room were larger than he expected. All one room, except the bed and bathroom. The main room took most of the floor space. 

 

“Voila,” she said as he set her down. “Welcome to your new home.”  

 

“Oh yeah? Where’s my key?” He asked

 

“In the mail. Along with my key to your place.”

 

“You don’t need a key for the window.”

 

“That was a one time thing. Now that I’ve met your parents I require front door privileges,” she pouted as she set her stuff down.

 

“Noted,” he said. He would have to work on that part. His parents were still a pain to deal with, a pain he would solve later. 

 

“What should we make for dinner?” She asked looking through cabinets. With that they began to cook spaghetti. 

 

“What did you do at work today, honey?” He asked. 

 

“No work, just classes.”

 

“Ok babe. Gonna need more information than that. I realized today. I really don’t know much about you besides sexy stuff.”

 

“Ugh, how about we talk about the boring stuff during the sexy stuff?” She offered. 

 

“Works for me,” he said with a wink. “If you think you can think straight during it.”

 

Tiff wasn’t so sure she could, so she began to answer his questions. “I’m a Virgo. My favorite colors are pink and blue, you’ll have to guess which shades. I love romance movies and the occasional anime. I study at Thousand Oaks University. My major is Accounting. I’m in a sorority, but they filled up at the house so I had to get this place. My mom and dad are divorced. My mom lives in LA…and my boyfriend is Asher.”

 

“Hmmm yes. Now we can go to the sex,” he said. He went in for a kiss.

 

She put a finger on his lips to keep him at bay. “Your turn, stud.”

 

“Hmm, my birthday is next Saturday. My favorite colors are now pink and blue. I like action movies. My dad is a pastor and my mom is the church administrator.” 

 

“Pink and blue?” She asked. “You girl.” They munched their food for a time. “Your parents okay with this? You and me?”

 

“Not yet. But they’re warming up to the idea of me leaving the nest. Slowly but surely.” 

 

“What did you do today?” She asked. 

 

“School of course. Then I went to the hall. Bought a couple of things. After that Abby showed me her gym and we worked out for a while.”

 

“What kind of workout?” She asked, her eyes squinting. 

 

“The physical type,” he said with a smile. “With the weights and sweating and all that. What? Don’t you trust me?”

 

“I do. Just like to hear you say it,” she said. 

 

“Then that guy from the Hawk group showed up.” By her confused look he clarified. “Evan Miller. That guy that went on the raid.”

 

“That jackass is back in town?” She asked angrily. 

 

“He didn’t seem that bad? Something I don’t know, I assume?”

 

Tiff chewed angrily at her spaghetti for a little bit. “He’s my ex,” she eventually admitted. 

 

“Ah. The cheating one?”

 

“The one and only,” she said. “Cocky bastard. Surprised he didn’t challenge you to a spar.” 

 

“He showed up and it was about time for the meeting so I left.” 

 

They finished and cleaned up. Soon they were sitting on the couch. Tiff decided his lap was better than the cushion. “How’s Penny?” 

 

“Better,” she said. Her head rested on his shoulder while his hand moved in circles on her back. “Raul is in jail. The spare set of cuffs they attached to chains. There are a couple of System users high up in the local prison. He should never have them off. Penny gave her statement. She stayed here last night. I helped clean up her room before class. She already has a contractor fixing her wall.”

 

“Good. Let me know if I can help.” She nodded then leaned against him more. 

 

“I’ve been thinking,” she said, waking him up from his doze. 

 

“About…?”

 

“Were you serious about traveling after high school?”

 

“Been thinking about it.”

 

“And I could come with?” She asked. 

 

“I’d have more fun if you did,” he said. “But don’t have the money right now.”

 

“Which brings me to my next question. How do you feel about making some gold?”

 

—

 

The Sultan walked into his room and sighed. Diaphanous silk sheets hung over the queen size bed. Who had done this to his room? A man only needed a bed to sleep at. They were not meant to please the eyes. 

 

Stepping further into the room to tear the sheets down, he heard the distinguishable clink of coin. At his feet the coins were littered all over the floor. With a sigh he considered calling a slave to clean it up, but decided it wasn’t worth the bowing and effort. 

 

Using his feet he kicked the coins toward one another. Soon he had large piles on either side of the bed. They didn’t have the right color or weight for gold, but a part of him said to ignore that. 

 

Taking off his silk shirt he dropped it to the ground. His muscular form had been earned through long hours of sword practice. A sultan must never become fat. Or else one of his daughters might marry some street rat. As he sat on his bed he heard a quiet knock on the door. 

 

“Enter!” He commanded. 

 

In walked the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had pink and blue hair on either side of her head. Her milky white skin almost glowed in the dim light of the room. Her puffy cheeks dimpled as she hid a smile. She wore a metal bikini with intricate designs on the top. A red cloth covered the lower bikini bottom. A part of him recognized it as the Princess Leia slave outfit. A part that caused his erection to come unbidden. 

 

“Yes?” He asked, keeping his voice calm. 

 

“Master, I was told to join you in your chambers tonight,” she said meekly. Her eyes stayed on the ground. He brought up the relationship screen. 

 

Relationship Screen (LVL 6)
Name	Attachment	Location	Kinks	Prefered Phallic Size	Erogenous Zone
Daphne Krollic	Level 2	Las Vegas, NV.	Younger Guys	9"	Nipples
Zora Mlakar	Level 6	Atlantic, IA	Impregnation	7"	Ears
Tiffany Tyler	Level 5	Thousand Oaks, CA	Submission	8"	Breasts
Lyola Lofgren	Level 1	%&#())*#	Large Genitalia	10"	Ears
Amanda Neil	Level 1	Thousand Oaks, CA	Women	7.5"	Feet

 

A smile came to the sultan's lips. “Ah yes. The new slave.” Standing up he began to look her up and down as he circled her. He grabbed her firm ass, moved her hair out of her face. He was judging her like a piece of meat. “Tell me, slave. Have you been with a man before?” 

 

“Yes, master,” she admitted. “One man. And many many women,” she admitted. 

 

“Ah, a naughty slave girl. Tell me. Why should I allow you to join me in my chambers?”

 

“I’ll do anything you say master,” she said. The sultan believed her. 

 

“You are a slave, girl. You will do everything I say or you will be put to the sword,” he growled in her ear. She shivered at that. Her breath grew heavier as her bosom rose up and down. 

 

“You can stick it in my tight ass,” she offered. 

 

The sultan didn’t fight his growing erection. He sat down at the foot of his bed. “Go on.”

 

“I’ve been trained since I was young,” she said walking toward him as her hips swayed. “You can shoot your hot tasty cum in all 3 of my holes,” she teased. He looked up to her as she stood between his legs. Slowly she bent down undoing the belt of his silk trousers. “You can put a baby in me,” she said. His dick twitched once more. She pulled his pants off revealing it. 

 

“I have many wives that can do that,” he admitted. Losing the sternness in his voice. 

 

“Can your other wives do this?” She asked as her breasts ballooned in the metal top. The cheap metal strained against their size. “Or this? Her tongue extended out and out. Like it had no end. The long tongue was thick at her mouth and tapered near the end. 

 

He gulped as he said, “Not yet.” Then he pulled her into him. Their mouths locked together as their tongues caressed one another. The slave extended her tongue a little but was sure to not go too far and make him gag. He quickly realized how much he liked the long tongue. Another thing to conquer and want from this girl. 

 

But he was the sultan. He did not need for anything. His hands on the smooth skin of her waist he raised his pheromones to 50 and libido to 30. His balls felt like they bulged with vigor. Desire too strong, he pulled the bottom of her outfit down, revealing a hairless slit. There was no need to ask permission as he pulled her down onto his erect penis. 

 

Her cunt was already slick. She slid down slowly at first, but he was in charge. “You are mine,” he said, with the last word he thrust into her all the way.  

 

“Ah,” she yelped in pain. “Yes master.”

 

She tried to pull herself up but he decided he needed to cum as quickly as possible. Standing up, he put his hand at her back and leaned forward. His legs bent, his arms at her hips. The sultan held her against the base of his thickening dick. 

 

Then he began to move her back and forward. Her head began to hang down near the floor as he fucked her slowly. Her arms wrapped around his neck.  Then with a hard thrust she came. It only made him increase his speed. She weighed nothing to his strength.

 

Her legs spread out in the splits as she finished her orgasm. Giving him the chance to go deeper inside. Hands at her sides he pushed her away then pulled her back into him as he thrust forward. 

 

The sultan wasn’t sure how long he pounded her like that. But when he was done she had passed out. He had cum inside her 3 times in that one position. Her face glistened with sweat. She hung from his hands boneless. 

 

Picking her back up he laid her on the bed. And once more began to fuck her. His long dick squelched with each movement from all of their intermingled cum. Their crotches were soaked in her squirt. The scent of it filled the room as he fucked her to wakefulness. 

 

Her eyes opened wide with one of his strong thrusts. Unfocused for a moment, her pupils focused on his face and relaxed. “Oh master,” she said and came again.  Her legs convulsed, but it only made her stronger. She began to scratch at his back. Her lips locked with his and she bit into his lower lip. 

 

“Fuck-your-slaves-tight-pussy,” she said between each thrust. His dick engorged further at her words. “Did you get bigger?” She asked. Sweat glistened on her forehead as her cheeks dimpled with a smile. Her voice became a whisper only he could hear. “You like it when your naughty slave talks dirty don’t you.” He nodded. Somehow speeding up. “How is it to know you could do anything to me and I’d say yes?”

 

“Amazing,” he gasped as he came inside her. She held off somehow. He increased his pheromones. Never stoping from fucking her. 

 

“What would you give to fuck this tight pussy everyday?” She asked. Her cunt tightened with the question. Like a fist grabbing hold he came again. She then squirted involuntarily. A weak one now. He knew they should rehydrate, but she felt too good. 

 

“I would give anything to fuck you everyday,” he gasped. 

 

She smiled deeper at that. “Then take me.”

 

So he did. He slammed into her with everything he had. No more clever words. Just in and out of her. He couldn’t get enough of her beautiful face as her pussy caressed the tip of his dick then the base with a thrust. 

 

It was exactly what he needed. No moving positions. No worry if the other person was enjoying it as much as he was. 2 lovers stared into one another’s eyes as they became one. At one point he told her he got the notification. But she said to ignore it. So he did. Continuing to give the woman he was falling in love with all of his attention. 

 

—

 

Asher woke up around 6 am. He only had about 3 hours of sleep but he felt great. Either the amazing night prior or the stats were doing wonders for him. On his chest Tiffany laid. Her face was relaxed as she breathed him in. A line of drool ran from her lips, down his chest to the bed sheets. 

 

Shifting a little, he realized he was still inside her. With a groan he lightly pushed her off. “This is the last time, I swear,” she whispered in her sleep as his flaccid dick exited her. 

 

She had been near insatiable. It wasn’t till he broke the roleplay and forced her to drink some water that they took a break. After that they were soon back to fucking. Mostly missionary. So they could stare into one another’s eyes. But at the end he was too tired so she got on him for some cowgirl. At some point they fell asleep. 

 

Reading through notifications he had apparently cum 12 times. He remembered most but not all. All experience got the role play multiplier and the first one got a new person notification. 585 experience from one night. At this speed it would take him 44 days to level. Granted he had worked out with Abby so his muscles were tired. Hell his balls still felt full. Packing a large erection he dropped his libido down to 15 and watched his member shrink. Now he understood why he got that ability. Asher wondered if he could cum all day. 

 

New Skill Acquired

By completing the requirements for the Roleplay skill. You have acquired a new skill.

New Skill:

Regal Presence (Level 7)

 

Regal Presence (Level 7)

An aura given off by those destined to rule.

 

He wanted sword fighting, but this sounded interesting. Asher’s stomach growling, he got up and decided to make breakfast. Taking a step his foot hit a gold coin. The clink of the coin made him remember how real it was. He pulled the notification up. 

 

Prop Manifestation Success

All conditions for prop manifestation have been met.

Rewards:

Gold Coins x 2,000

Metal Bikini x 1

The large pile of coins glimmered in the dim light from the street lamps. He smiled broadly at them. Hopscotching between coins he grabbed the Leia costume. Now the top was made of metal. Apparently they had fucked enough to make everything fake real. 

 

Nude, he found an apron and began to make eggs. It was simple enough a high schooler could do it. Making some toast he ate his fill and made more for Tiff. Once back in the room he set the food plate on the nightstand and slunk over to her. Kissing her cheek he moved down to her neck then nipple. She began to stir at that point. 

 

Asher moved his way back up slowly. She woke up with each kiss. When he was at her ear he whispered, “go clean yourself up a little and I’ll eat your pussy while you have breakfast.”

 

Her eyes shot open. “Ok!” She said with a big smile. She shoved him out of the way and stumbled over coins. Bow legged, she cursed and waddled to the bathroom. After a quick wash she was back in bed. 

 

Plate in hand she spread her legs. Looking him up and down she noted the apron. “Mama like.” 

 

Laughing he moved his face between her legs and tried to reach. Her sitting up made it impossible so he took the plate. Pulled her toward him. Set the plate between her breasts and began to lick. 

 

She moaned happily as she picked up the food barehanded and ate. Her feet moved back and forth like pendulums happily. “Mmmm I can feel the experience rolling in,” she said. Her face munching on toast. She tasted like bubblegum. It was the perfect dessert for breakfast. 

 

After finishing the food Tiff decided she deserved to cum a few times. Asher agreed and kept his face between her legs until she was fully sated. All his experience on the fly it was nice to take it easy and explore. 

 

When they were done she stroked his dick as her head rested on his shoulder. “The gold real?”

 

“I think so. System says there are 2,000 gold coins. And one Leia sex slave outfit. It’s a thick metal now. You could probably wear it as armor,” he offered. Her hand tightened on the head of his dick, twisting expertly. 

 

“You wish. Maybe I’ll bring it along in the next dungeon dive.”

 

“How did you get so many coins by the way? They were plastic before.”

 

“Story time,” she said playing with his balls, her nails lightly scratching them as he groaned. “On the coast there is this tour guide group. They give out tours to local attractions for tourists. Once a week they have a pirate treasure tour. They talk about all the stories of pirates sinking off the coast and the massive amounts of hoards they have. One of their stories is the Chops hoard. Rusty Chops was a famous pirate in the 1800s. He sunk off the coast and his pirate hoard was never found. At the end of the tour they have a bunch of souvenirs. The one no one buys are all the Chops hoard replica coins. I called in a favor and got all they had.”

 

Back at his shaft she leaned over and drooled on the tip of his dick. Her grip grew tighter as it moved up and down. “Thing is. It’s all bullshit. I mean the hoard is real. But the ship sank on the East coast. People really just use the tour to drink and have a good time on the water. But my thoughts were. Maybe someone finally found this hoard. I mean, for all we know the real hoard was teleported here like what happened to those tapes and passports.”

 

“Makes sense. I could listen to you tell stories all day,” he said with a groan. She sped up her hand. “What’s the plan with the gold?” 

 

“I wanted to check with you on that. I mean you made it.”

 

“We made it. For now, tell me what you want.”

 

“First, we need that warehouse with the dungeon. We get some donations, but the guild is running on fumes. I spoke to the real estate agent and they want $250,000 for the warehouse and the one next to it. They’re a package deal. Then it’s going to take another $100,000 to renovate at least. Dads talking about making the warehouses real guild halls. The church isn’t going to cut it for long.”

 

Asher thought for a moment. It was increasingly hard with how well Tiff's hand moved, but he managed. “Alright. You keep all the money. I have more than enough to last me till graduation. You plan the roleplays and manage the money. Everything goes to the guild. But I want a large area in the new hall dedicated to mmmm. To training equipment. Free to use. System Store bought equipment. I’m sure we can go around and get donations, but I want it to be a priority.”

 

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” she said thinking. 

 

“Then I want you to take a big chunk and put it toward our vacation. You plan it. It’s your dream vacation. 5 star hotels. Cruises. Trip around the world. I don’t care. Just you and me all summer.”

 

“You serious?” She asked.  Looking him in the eyes he nodded. Tiff leaned in kissing him. Soon they were making out. Her hand moved up and down his shaft. When he began to groan hard she popped off his lips and shoved her face onto his dick. Unloading in her mouth after she swallowed she said, “mmmm cherrys.”