Arcane Whore Pt. 01

This is the first part of a story I have been working on for a while now, if people like it I will have several more parts to upload soon afterwards.

If anyone spots any inconsistencies with the RPG system, or have any suggestions about how I could make it more clear or things I could add please let me know. but This is my first attempt at writing this kind of story and I am sure there will be some quirks to work out. I appreciate any constructive criticism or interesting suggestions about making the system work.

Also thanks so much to EvalineDoll for editing it was very helpful.

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Part 1

Gasping for air with cramping lungs, I ran down a dark and smelly alleyway. I cursed as I tripped over a bump and nearly pitched headfirst into a pile of trash. I didn't want to look too closely at it. Gritting my teeth, I muffled my curses and rubbed at my aching ankle. I must have hit some kind of metal bar. I checked over my shoulder to make sure nobody was following me. Thankfully, all I could see was the faint glow of mysterious puddles reflecting the bright pink neon lights.

The only sounds I could hear was the normal heartbeat of New Hope City. The constant rumble and growling of vehicles nearby and the screeching of metal on metal from the tram systems. The sounds of sirens and distant shouting. Nothing close enough to be anyone following me thankfully. I had managed to evade the last guy who had been tailing me by running through a crowded casino and slipping out a back window and falling into a dumpster. It didn't seem like he had caught on to where I had gone yet.

I looked up at the large glowing neon sign overhead that spelled out the name of the place: The Violet Palace.

I was in deep shit. I was hoping to find the last place anyone would have looked for me. The club was my last hope for salvation.

I didn't have a single credit to my name and had a mountain of debts to some very serious people. There were a few who if I didn't pay them back, I would end up as a corpse in an alley without most of my organs.

Nobody would really care if I ended up that way. I was nobody, useless and faceless in the megacity that had over three billion people. I was one of the tens of millions of unclassed kids who hadn't turned twenty yet. I lived in unclassed shelters. I managed to work as a runner for the gangs on occasion. I had no living family, no real friends, and no allies that I didn't owe tons of money to.

So in spite of knowing it was a terrible idea, and knowing that going to the palace would likely end poorly for me, there was no other way to get some quick money that didn't involve killing someone or robbing some place. The boss was expecting me, I had already sent word about my offer, and had been told to get there as soon as possible.

A short time later, with my ankle still aching, I limped down the steps to a basement entrance and knocked on the door. I waited nervously looking, around praying to the system that nobody would see me. I hoped that I didn't look as desperate as I felt.

When the door finally swung open, I hurried in past the massive bouncer who towered over me. He looked at my skinny frame with obvious disdain. I entered an office at the end of the hall after knocking and hearing the deep voice inside say enter.

Behind the desk, was a large and unreal looking man and the one I had come here to see: Silas Gold.

When standing, he was around 6'5" and built like a god. His hair looked like actual spun gold and his eyes sparkled with golden flecks in the silvery irises. His power was palpable even when I was just standing there several feet away.

Looking at him, I couldn't help but tremble and think about the legends I had heard of him. How he had reached tier three and had some kind of metal mastery class. The proof was a video I had seen of him summoning a spike of solid gold and spearing a guy through the head in less time than it took for the guy to reach for a gun.

In the gang known as the Violet Fangs, he was untouchable. In the wider city, he was one of an elite few who had managed to reach that level of power.

He stood up from his chair and stretched his arms before stepping around the desk and towering over me. "So Remi is it? You said your birthday is tomorrow, correct?"

"Yes it is. Um... I know you do experiments and stuff with classes and the selection. I was hoping that I could get paid to be a part of that," I said with as much courage as I could muster, repeating what I had sent to him earlier.

It was difficult to not show how nervous I was, standing in front of this man was terrifying. I kept replaying the memory of that video I had seen. The golden spike dripping blood and brains on the ground was vivid in my mind. It would have normally kept me away from him and any kind of offer he had.

But I had the choice to either try and become a killer, or work for one. It was just the way things worked in our fucked up world. The people with the power to kill controlled everything.

"Well as I am sure you know already, I am always looking for more people to test the system with. But you understand what that means right? I will get full control over your system selections and you won't get any kind of say in how it goes."

I hesitated but nodded at him, grimacing as I did.

"I asked some of the guys about you. You work part time as a runner you don't normally steal too much or step on people's toes. Smart kids like you wouldn't be here if you had any other choice. So you must have fucked up pretty bad."

He let the words hang and I couldn't help but look at the ground and just nod my head.

"Well in that case. As payment for your participation in my experiment, I will put word out that you are here and I will pay off anyone who shows up looking for payment from you while you remain here. Once we are all finished with the experiment, I will give you a payout of two thousand credits. How does that sound?"

That was not what I had been hoping for at all. Some others had said Silas had paid some people over five thousand credits for letting him do this. But he obviously knew I had no choice and was taking advantage of it.

That being said, it would mean that anyone really invested in finding me would come here eventually and get dealt with. If not, the two thousand credits would pay off some of my debts, and it would be enough to get me out of this part of town. Hopefully whatever class I ended up with would let me make a living somewhere else far away from this shitty neighborhood.

"Yeah alright," I said, my voice catching as I felt the inevitability of my situation land on my shoulders.

"Great, we will get started immediately. Put on this bracelet and link with it. It will allow me to see your status and make selections. You also might want to sit down. The sensation for an unclassed can be unsettling."

He gestured to the chair in front of his desk after handing me a thin silver bracelet.

I took a shuddering breath and sat down in the chair in front of him and slipped the bracelet over my wrist.

Looking at the bracelet, I focused my thoughts on it and pushed on the strange internal sense. I had gotten it when the basic system interface was unlocked on my sixteenth birthday, nearly four years ago. I had nothing like any of the mana abilities someone with a class would have access to, but like everyone who accepted the system, I gained an ability to sense my internal mana. That mana could be mentally pushed on and manipulated slightly.

Using this reserve is how most enchanted items worked. A person would touch or get within the area of an enchantment and would push out their mana, allowing it to touch the lattice or enchantment of whatever it was. That would allow them to interact with it in some way, or potentially power it, using the person's internal mana to do so.

Once I pushed my power to the bracelet, it shrunk becoming uncomfortably tight on my wrist. I let out a small gasp which made Silas chuckle.

"Little nervous? Now let's take a look at your status."

I felt a tingle of mana as my system screen was pulled up.

STATUS

Name: Remi Henshin

Age: 19

Class: LOCKED

General Skills (4/4)

Cleaning - level 4 (Maximum level reached)

Running - level 4 (Maximum level reached)

Sneaking - level (Maximum level reached)

Lying - level 4 (Maximum level reached)

Bonded Items

System Control Cuff - Requires command word to remove

System Credits: 0

"Well now, quite the runner it would seem. Very useful skills, I bet you put a lot of work into those," Silas said while staring into the air, clearly looking at a status screen.

I watched Silas as a tingle of mana ran through me from the bracelet. I saw screen after screen pop up in front of me.

Confirm remove general skill: Cleaning - YES - Skill removed *

Confirm remove general skill: Running - YES - Skill removed *

Confirm remove general skill: Sneaking - YES - Skill removed *

Confirm remove general skill: Lying - YES - Skill removed *

Looking on helplessly in mute horror, I watched as Silas erased all of the work I had done on my skills over the last four years. A rising tension filled me as the mana from all of my skills activated and swirled inside of me, before it seemed to seep away slowly fading into the ether.

"Now that's what I like to see. A blank slate. I already have something in mind for you. Hopefully, you will have that special something that I am looking for."

I sat there somewhat stunned. The feeling of loss and a strange hollowness following a feeling of weakness. It hit me hard.

It had taken Silas less than five minutes to completely destroy the work I had spent years working on. He seemed entirely unconcerned with the mental turmoil I was going through as I wondered yet again if there had been any other option than coming here. I still couldn't think of anything so I sighed and tried to keep from crying.

"Now for the next step, I want you to take this crystal and link it with it," Silas said as he held out a palm sized purple crystal that was diamond shaped.

Still somewhat dazed, it took me a second to react. I took the crystal he was offering and again pushed my mana to interact with it. No matter what my hesitations and concerns, I didn't have any other choice. Besides, it wasn't like the crystal would kill me or anything. If Silas wanted to kill me, he had far simpler and easier ways to do it than to give me a cursed object.

As I linked with the shard, my vision flickered. I saw the edges go black before system screens popped up. They were blurred and flickering. I felt a panic welling up in me that did absolutely no good. After only a few moments of intense panic, I felt my body relax. Then I drifted off into unconsciousness.

Some time later, I woke up with a splitting headache. My eyes opened and I saw dim light. I was lying on a somewhat comfortable surface on something that felt like cloth. The walls were bare, but looked like the ones in the basement of the Violet Palace. So thankfully, I probably hadn't been moved anywhere far.

Sitting up only made the headache pound more. I stopped moving and clutched my head. A feeling of vertigo and an urge to throw up demanded my attention, as I struggled to keep it together.

Looking down at myself, everything seemed fine. Other than the crippling agony in my head. Though as seconds went by, I realized my whole body ached slightly, like every single muscle had been worked to exhaustion. I hadn't noticed the feeling immediately. But it was slowly becoming clear to me that something dramatic happened.

I slowly opened my eyes once again without moving. I winced as even the faint light and movement of my eyelids made the pain in my head spike. I saw that I was lying on a thin mattress pad on a bunk bed, in a room that looked like a dormitory space with two bunk beds, a pair of desks and matching dressers. It wasn't a large room, maybe twenty five by twenty. I was alone and the door was shut.

Closing my eyes again, I realized I wouldn't get any more information from the room. I focused on trying to breathe and prayed to the system for my head to stop aching soon. Focusing on the other parts of myself, I could tell from the tight pressure on my wrist that I knew the bracelet was still there. Meaning Silas was not finished with me yet.

Fuck, hadn't he done enough to me already? What else could possibly happen? I thought.

Rubbing at my head, I tried to understand what that crystal had been with little success. I had never seen anything like it. Then again, what did I know about enchanting and magic items? I was a poor unclassed street kid. Nobody let me anywhere near anything actually valuable.

With nothing better to do and looking for a way to distract myself from the intense and overwhelming ache, I attempted to open my status. It worked. The edges blurred as the screen came up and a wave of pain flooded my mind. The mana moving through me to activate the system caused the pain. It temporarily blinded me from the system screen that had popped up.

It made me think that it was the result of mana burn or a mana hangover. It was said to happen to people who attempted to force their magic to do things the system didn't support. It can also happen to people who took magical drugs more powerful than their body and mana channels could handle. I had never experienced it before but I knew what the signs were and knew people who had lived through it and many more who hadn't.

I focused on the screen to see what had happened and felt my own mouth drop open. Just what the fuck had been in that crystal?

STATUS

Name: Remi Henshin

Age: 20

Class: Arcane Whore - level 1

Class Abilities (1/8)

Shaped by Desire - level 1

General Skills (0/8)

none

Bonded Items

System Control Cuff - Requires command word to remove

System Credits: 0

Staring at the screen, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. What the fuck had Silas done to me? I had never heard of a class called Arcane Whore before. It meant all of the plans I had had for my future had just gone up in smoke.

I had heard of people with sexual classes before. Some of the most exclusive brothels and strip clubs boasted that they had workers with classes like that. People said that the things they could do with their skills and spells would blow your mind. But I also heard some stories about how people with classes like that hadn't necessarily chosen those classes voluntarily.

Now I guess I knew how that kind of thing happened. I berated myself. Just what had I expected to happen exactly? I knew what Silas did, he was the owner of the Violet Palace. He dealt in sex and drugs. Why was I surprised by what he had given me?

I tried to slow down my breathing. The panic was not helping my headache and I knew I needed to think rationally.

I had fooled myself into thinking he would give me some kind of brawler, or thug class, something that would turn my skinny and weak frame into an experimental powerhouse. My reasoning was, why would he have wanted anything else from me? The idea of anyone being physically attracted to me was absurd.

I was a 5'4, painfully skinny guy. I hadn't had easy access to showers in over three years. My clothes were all stained, torn and usually dirty. I had a remarkably plain and boring face. I was perpetually broke and, in order to survive, I would usually drive away anyone even remotely friendly by asking them for money. Not what anyone would call a catch.

Due to all of that, I was still a virgin. Never even kissed anyone. Nobody had ever wanted to give me the opportunity. If there had been, they definitely were the kind of people I had avoided like the plague. Living on the streets was dangerous, but I had kept myself safe.

My lack of sexual prowess or appeal hadn't been that big of a problem for me. Almost all of my focus in life had been on surviving until I got a class. I tried not to let myself worry too much about all of the terrible shit in my life, because I knew that once I got a class, I would be able to change everything.

I would be able to reinvent myself somewhere else, Maybe find people I could rely on and who would like me. That might also mean that I could find someone who could like me, who might actually be attracted to me.

I knew my pathetic dreams were just that. Dreams. Hopes for a future that was unlikely to ever manifest. Even if I had gotten a regular class and been able to move away, it wouldn't have changed much about me. I still would have been the broke, skinny, short guy that no girl wanted to look twice at.

When people got classes, it usually changed them for the better. It made them stronger, more attractive. I had been hoping that would happen for me and make my painfully unattractive body something I could actually be happy about.

Pulling my thoughts out of the fog of confusion and speculation, I refocused on the status screen. More specifically, on the one class skill that had been chosen for me. I didn't recognize it, as I had never seen the skills of a whore, let alone an arcane one.

When I did, a secondary screen popped up. I read the description of the skill, getting more and more confused as I did.

Shaped by Desire - This passive skill is the essence of what it means to be an Arcane Whore. Serving your purpose will cause your body to change. As you gain experience, these changes will make you more attractive to everyone around you. This skill has the potential to change all but the most core biological aspects of your body.

I simply stared at the skill description for a time, utterly bewildered by how vague but promising it was. The very few examples I had seen of other people's skills were relatively simple, and easy to understand.

Core skills were the ones you got automatically when you chose a class. If you chose to be a mechanic, you would get a skill called mechanical diagnosis or something like that. But they were usually really simple and basic.

With this one, there were so many unknowns with the wording. Like how much would things change, how did it gain experience? There was no way this was a combat class. Based on the wording, did I need to just have people look at me to get experience? How dramatic would the changes be, when and how would they happen, had any changes already happened?

Based on what I had been hoping for, with a class I was not opposed to... the concept of being changed and made more attractive, but not knowing exactly how I would change, made me nervous.

The other thing that confused me now was my class name. I heard of people getting a whore class before. Usually people's first class was something simple. A single word like cook or thief. In the case of wanna be edge walkers, they would get a class of warrior or mage.

But nowhere did I ever hear about someone getting a tier one class with a descriptor like Arcane. This implied that the class had an attunement, and a really rare one.

Attunements normally only became a thing with classers who reached tier three or higher. It was something that would enhance every aspect of a class. For example a mage who managed to upgrade their class to something like frost mage would find that their most powerful options were ice related and they would be able to do impossible things with ice. It would also start to change them, making them colder physically and emotionally.

For me to have an attunement with only a tier one, meant I had gotten an incredibly rare class. Along with that, based on what I knew about the word arcane.

Arcane meant the essence of magic, which possibly meant that I would find that the options my class offered would be more reliant on magic. Perhaps making them all around more powerful.

Normally, one of the downsides with attunements was that it made people hyper focus on their skills and spells onto one kind of element. So if someone was able to counter their specialty, it made them far weaker. It meant that they were only able to excel in situations that allowed them to use their attunement.

However, based on what I knew, an arcane focus would be the most generic and well rounded attunement I had ever heard of. This made me feel a bit of excitement and actually gave me a little bit of hope that, if I was able to reach higher tiers in my class, maybe I could actually get a really powerful class upgrade that wasn't just a whore.

All that left me thinking about how I was going to level my class. Combat classes would get experience by fighting and killing monsters in the wilds. Harvesting the mana essence from the bodies of the creatures when they were killed was the most obvious and universal method of leveling and the most like old time video games. But for the non combat classes I also knew that it was possible to gain experience by performing the work associated with that type of class. For example, a person with a cook class would earn experience for cooking a meal and working a shift at a restaurant. This was all how the basic level of experience was gathered, after that there were aspects of the class, specializations which would add bonus experience to the total gained. Like in the example of a mechanic, they would gain experience for doing anything with tools, fixing things, but if they were a Car Mechanic, they might get more experience for working specifically on cars and they would likely get skills to aid them in being more skilled with cars in particular.

Thinking about all that that made it pretty clear that in order to level, I would need to have sex with people, but what my aspects would be were still a complete mystery to me.

I had conflicting thoughts about that as a concept. On one hand, I was concerned. How would I ever find enough women willing to have sex with me? On the other hand, I was somewhat excited at the idea of having a bunch of sex. Plus, the skill I had gotten, if it truly could change me in a dramatic way, would essentially mean I would be getting something incredibly rich people paid insane amounts of credits for.

There were advanced artificers and enchanters in the city working on body modifications and could change just about anything about a person they wanted. They were called flesh shapers. I also knew that this kind of work would forever be outside of what I could afford. Only the rich and influential in the city could even consider that kind of thing. Just getting a single thing done would cost tens of thousands of credits and would require someone to introduce you to a high leveled flesh shaper. Not something anyone I knew would ever do.

I winced as I closed my status screen and a shock of pain shot through me. My head had not gotten any better as time went on. I realized that I was incredibly thirsty and hungry. I wondered how long exactly I had been unconscious for. All I knew was it had been more than twenty hours, as that was around what I had had left before I turned twenty

I slowly stood up and evaluated my overall condition. I scanned the room for any food or drink.

No luck on food, but there was a locker room style bathroom attached to the room with a sink which at least let me relieve myself and drink my fill.

When I left the bathroom, I saw the door was open and Silas stood in the doorway.

I felt the usual fear of looking at someone who could kill me in seconds. That fear blended with the confused anger I felt and the end result was that I froze in place with a conflicted expression on my face.

"Well how are you feeling? Not great I would imagine, having a shard like that link with your mind is pretty traumatic. I had to use several potions on you to keep you from dying of a brain aneurysm. But I think it was worth it, you bonded with the arcane energy very well considering how it went with the last person I tried that on."

Hearing him say that, I paled and realized how serious things had gotten for me and just how lucky I had gotten. If I was using a shard from a person's former class, then that meant they had to be dead as once you bonded with things like that they stuck with you for life.

"I am intrigued to learn about how this class will advance. I am fairly certain that I have made you into something truly unique. Having an attunement, and one so advanced at your first tier will make everything after that far more powerful. I also hope you understand that if you were to be out on the streets and people learned about what you got for a class there is no shortage of people who would attempt to kidnap and experiment on you or simply kill you to take whatever they could scavenge out of you. So with that in mind you will be staying here for the foreseeable future, you are a very valuable experiment."

I felt my face heating up as fury blinded me to any rational thought. What the fuck? This was some bullshit. He couldn't do this to me.

Reality crashed down on me moments later. Silas saw my facial expression and strode forwards, giving me a light shove and I fell onto the bed behind me.

Oh right, I thought, he can do literally whatever he wants and there isn't shit I can do about it.

He hadn't even used any of his abilities, he had no need to; he was just naturally far stronger than me.

"Now I can see that you are upset about this development. But think of this as an opportunity to see what you are truly capable of, to learn what it means to have a unique class. You now have a much more lucrative job than you did before. You will work here at the Palace from now on. You will get paid just like all of the other whores. In fact you will probably start earning far more than the rest soon enough, if your class is as powerful as I think it is. We just need to get your class leveled up and earn you a few more abilities. I believe you will be able to outperform nearly every whore here."

My face was still hot, but now it was from embarrassment. Silas was talking about me being a whore in such a matter of fact way. I had no idea how to tell him that I was far from experienced and I had no idea how they thought any women would pay to fuck me. Also now that I think about it, there was no way that they got more than a few women customers every now and again. Every time I had been at the clubs in the past, nearly every customer had been a man.

"Um... how am I gonna..." I paused as I got part way through my thought and had a much more disturbing thought.

Did he mean I would be working here and fucking guys? No. He couldn't. I didn't like guys, and what kind of guy would want to fuck me?

"How are you gonna...?" Silas asked mockingly with a small smile on his face as he stood over me.

"What am I gonna do here?" I asked cautiously.

"Well, I thought that would be obvious. You are gonna be a whore. We are gonna make you into one of the best fuck sluts this city has ever seen. It's definitely going to be a process. You will have to be taught and prepared for it, but we have some very talented whores here who can teach you all kinds of things."

His words didn't explicitly say that he wanted me to fuck guys, but I was still really nervous about how he had said the words fuck slut in such a dismissive way.

"I'm gonna fuck women right?" I asked him.

"Well yes, you will fuck some women I suppose. But a skinny little thing like you isn't really stud material. You are meant for something else. You are going to be the perfect little sissy sucking and fucking cocks all day long."

I felt my mind spiral into a panic. No, I couldn't do that. I wouldn't do that. I wasn't gay, I didn't like guys. They couldn't make me do this.

I must have frozen up and been panicking for longer than I thought as I felt Silas shove me again, lighter than before.

"Calm down. You are gonna make yourself pass out breathing like that" Silas said with a frown and he crossed his arms.

I could barely even register the words he was saying and I continued to panic, I started to get light headed and I felt like my heart was going to explode.

SLAP.

Silas's hand swung forwards and left my face stinging.

I gasped and blinked and looked up at him shocked at the blow. I barely even considered how lightly he had swung his hand. It had left me sprawling across the bed.

"But I'm not gay!" I said as I picked myself back up and held my stinging cheek. I had to make him understand how impossible this was.

"Like that fucking matters? When we are done, you most certainly won't care. You will suck and fuck anyone who we tell you to."

Staring at him, my vision started to blur as I felt tears welling up. This was the fucking worst birthday ever.

After that, Silas told me to rest and recover before he left the room. I had curled up on the bed and held my aching head and cried. Everything was so terribly unfair. Why did this have to happen to me? Why couldn't I have just managed to get a normal class and move to a different part of the city and move on with my life? When would Silas's shitty experiment be over?

Eventually, I fell asleep again once I had cried myself out. I woke partially in a haze when I heard something. I saw a woman in a tight red dress walk in and put a plate of something down next to the bed with a glass of water. She also put a pair of pills down on the plate and said something I barely could register about how I should take them for my head.

I smelled the food. It was some kind of vegetables and mashed potatoes mixed in with bits of meat. It smelled really good. I cautiously ate some of it. It tasted incredible, far nicer than anything I would have found out on the streets. Once I established that I devoured everything on the plate as it had been at least a day and a half since I had eaten.

Once I finished with the food, I stared at the pills and considered whether I should take them or not. My head did still ache terribly so I said fuck it and swallowed them and drained the glass before I fell back asleep moments later.

This procedure repeated once more and by the time I woke up the following time, my head no longer felt like it was going to split in half.

Sitting up, I stretched trying to work out the lingering aches and pains.

I shuffled myself out from under the sheets and was about to get up, when the door to the room opened and the same woman who had brought me food earlier walked in.

She was incredibly beautiful and with my mind more clear I was actually able to appreciate that fact. She had long curly copper hair that reached the middle of her back, her dress tightly wrapped a curvy and well toned body. Her face was gorgeous and perfectly done up with an understated but classy layer of makeup. I estimated she might be in her late twenties. Lastly, I focused on her bright green eyes which were calculating and scanning me up and down. Realizing this, I suddenly felt incredibly self conscious and aware of how bad I smelled.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she finished her evaluation of me. I felt even more like a piece of trash from the gutter.

I blushed at her obvious disgust, knowing that to someone as pretty as her I must look even worse than I could imagine.

"Hey there... I'm Mimi." She said in a rather despondent and bored voice. She seemed to be waiting for me to respond so I nodded and quickly spoke up.

"I'm Remi."

She stared back at me clearly not caring but just going through the motions. It made me feel bad, like I was wasting her time.

"It is my responsibility to get you looking presentable. Silas has told me to inform you that if you fail to obey me he will be very irritated and there will be repercussions. Do you understand?" She said in the same bored tone.

"Yes. Where is Silas?" I asked hoping that he might be around to answer some more questions about exactly what he expected from me.

"None of your concern. Though he did say that he has come to an agreement with several individuals whom you owed money to if you were still worrying about them. Now get up, we don't have all day."

She moved over towards the locker room section in the back of the room and pointed at the showers.

"Go, strip and put your clothes here next to the door, then go clean yourself."

I blushed and paused and Mimi simply raised an eyebrow at me, her face one of boredom.

Slowly I moved past her, incredibly aware of how close I was to her, I saw that she didn't look like she was going to move and continued to stare at me as I moved towards a communal shower area on the far side of the room.

Fingers shaking, I slid my shirt off first and bared my bruised, scarred and skinny torso. I avoided looking at Mimi and felt my face heating up already. Knowing it was useless to argue, I repressed the urge to complain and ask her to leave so I could have privacy. It would be pointless. I was fully aware of what Silas had planned for me and the idea of a beautiful woman seeing me naked should have been the least of my issues at the moment.

With that in mind, I kicked off my battered and falling apart sneakers, tossed off my shirt, and in a single move dropped my pants and underwear. I stood up and couldn't help but cover my junk with a hand. I stared at the ground, my face hot and quickly moved towards the showers not able to look Mimi in the eyes.

I got to the shower and turned on the water, quickly moving under the hot spray and began rapidly scrubbing myself eager to get this over with as soon as possible.

Being so intent on what I was doing, I nearly yelled in surprise when I heard Mimi speak from close behind me.

"Here take this." She said, making me rapidly spin in place and nearly fall over.

I stared at her with wide eyes as she held out a small plastic basket of items from the carpeted area outside of the shower area. She seemed incredibly uninterested and bored just as before and didn't seem bothered by my nudity at all.

Without looking in the basket, I took it from her and moved back over to the shower where I began investigating it.

"I don't need to tell you how to use all of that do I?" Mimi asked.

The basket held shampoo, conditioner, body wash, facial cleanser, a hair brush, toothbrush and paste, mouthwash, a pack of cheap looking disposable razors and some shaving cream,

"No, you don't." I mumbled, confused as to why she seemed to think I was a complete idiot.

"Alright good, but to be clear the razors are for shaving everything, face to toes. You understand?" She said with a skeptical tone.

Again, I blushed as a sinking feeling of shame and embarrassment washed over me. Yeah it was clear. Didn't make it any easier to deal with, though.

I simply nodded and turned back to my task, not able to look at the beautiful woman watching me.

What followed was an incredibly humiliating and irritating hour where I attempted to shave my whole body. I had never been especially hairy which made it slightly easier. My face had some patchy spots and I had a bit on my chest and under my arms. Those spots were easy to deal with, but some others were not so simple.

Shaving my legs was simple if time consuming though, I did manage to cut myself on the ankle and on a toe. However when I got to my balls and ass, things got more complicated. I had to get into incredibly humiliating positions to try and reach all of the spots with hair and nearly fell over a few times in the attempts.

Eventually I was smooth and bare. I turned back to rinse off and stepped out of the shower cleaner than I could ever remember feeling. Yet also strangely felt even more exposed as my hairless body felt even more naked than before. That being said, I also had gotten more and more used to the idea of Mimi seeing me, though she was sitting on a bench in the changing area staring off into space clearly incredibly bored, not even paying attention to me at all.

Another oddity was how it felt now that I was out of the shower and toweling off, the feeling of my incredibly smooth clean skin was strangely pleasant. I actually liked how it felt. The way my thighs rubbed against one another, and how smooth it felt when I rubbed my foot along my shin. Rinsing off my butt for the last time had made me feel very strange, the feeling of my smooth cheeks had been really nice.

With the towel wrapped around me, I stepped out of the showers and over towards Mimi, still incredibly self conscious and increasingly nervous about what the next steps were going to be.

"Alright here, take this lotion and rub it all over your body. It will slow down the hair regrowth and make it thinner."

I took the lotion and nodded at what she had said, waiting for her to turn away. When she didn't, I moved a short distance away and did as she asked. Anything that would mean I would need to shave less often was something I was already interested in. The idea of shaving every day was already exhausting.

Rubbing the lotion all over my skin was yet another disturbingly pleasant experience. My very smooth skin slicked with lotion felt incredible. I actually felt a strange stirring and my cock twitched as I covered my balls in the lotion. When I was done, my skin tingled slightly. I felt really exposed and vulnerable.

Looking down at myself, I felt very strange about how removing all my body hair had changed me.

I looked much younger. My thin frame was malnourished, bruised in places, and my scars and scrapes hadn't gone anywhere. But if I looked only down the thighs, I could almost have believed they were the legs of a girl.

Nothing about the rest of me looked that way though. My hips and ass were skinny and flat. My cock wasn't large or anything. But it almost looked larger on my body due to how thin I was and the lack of hair. It was a perfectly average cock at around five inches when hard. Which seemed to be trying to show off after all of the attention from the lotion rubbing. It was making it partially hard. I turned myself and put my hands over it to hide my embarrassment which Mimi didn't seem to care about at all, as she wasn't even looking at me.

My awkward shuffling must have caught Mimi's eye as she turned to look at me seeing that I was done with the lotion. She stood up and started to evaluate me. In response, I shifted awkwardly and blushed furiously hoping she wouldn't see my body's reaction to the rubbing and lotion.

"We need to do something about your hair next. It's good that it is somewhat longer, that gives us something to work with. But it is an absolute mess. Come over here and have a seat. You can put on this robe."

Mimi held out a fluffy white bathrobe which I quickly grabbed and wrapped around myself, incredibly grateful to have anything to wear as it seemed like my old clothing had vanished somewhere and I wouldn't be getting it back. Unfortunately it was a very short robe. It only went down to my mid thigh, but I wasn't going to complain about it.

I followed her over to the side of the locker room area. There was a large mirror against the wall with a salon-like chair and a counter in front of it. I sat down in the chair and stared at myself in the mirror. Mimi gathered some items from a drawer and pulled out a large apron.

Seeing my own face in the mirror in such a clean place next to a gorgeous woman felt very surreal. It was like someone would show up soon and tell me to get out of here because I was taking up someone else's spot.

I stared into the mirror and continued to examine myself, looking to see if my class skill had done anything to change me yet.

The eyes that stared back at me were slightly tilted and a light blue grey color. My face was cleaned up with no facial hair. I had a somewhat androgynous and plain looking pale face. It was framed by shaggy black straight hair that went down almost to my shoulders. After inspecting myself, I couldn't see any obvious changes.

I had been told when I was young that my ancestors from before the Corpo Wars were a mix of Korean and Irish. It explained my hair and pale complexion.

Mimi examined my hair and tried to detangle it. Letting it grow long hadn't been a style choice for me. I didn't have friends who could cut it for me nor money to pay for it. In my eyes, it looked terrible. It made me slightly excited to see what Mimi was going to do to it.

Mimi worked quickly and confidently, combing out my hair before going to work with scissors, chopping off the ends.

It only took her around five minutes before she stepped back and put away the scissors. Her fingers had seemed to move with an inhuman speed and I recognized the effects of a high leveled skill. It made me wonder what the skill was. Hairdressing? Stylist? I wasn't sure as I had never been told anything about those kinds of skills.

After she put away the scissors, she pulled out a strange white stone and clicked something on it. Immediately, all of the clipped hair pieces flew from me and the floor and stuck to that stone. It left my neck completely clean and got rid of that faint itchiness. Super useful thing to have for a hairdresser. A clever bit of enchanting.

I stared at what Mimi had done. She had cut the back slightly shorter than the front. She trimmed the sides to taper down towards the front. She left the front long and parted it slightly off center. The haircut wasn't completely feminine but it definitely wasn't a classic men's cut either. I wasn't sure how to feel about it, aside from enjoying that my hair wasn't a ratty tangled mess anymore.

"Now that's much better. You're starting to look like something more than gutter trash. For the final touch, Silas told me to put makeup on you and to inform you that you are supposed to watch what I do, so that you can learn to do it for yourself."

"What? No, why do you need to do that?" I asked immediately on edge at the idea of having makeup put on me. What if they told me to go out into the club like that? There would totally be guys from the gang there that would recognize me. I couldn't let that happen. It would ruin any kind of respect any of them had for me forever.

"Not really up to me or you. Just don't make a fuss and pay attention to what I am doing. I will explain it as I go. Feel free to ask questions." She said as she opened another drawer and pulled out a box of makeup. She started pulling out brushes and bottles.

I wanted to run away, to yell at her, to cry about how none of this was fair. But I knew it was all useless to try to fight. So I sat there and stared as I was painted and brushed until I barely recognized my own face.

Mimi really knew a lot about makeup. I guessed that she probably had skills in the second tier for doing hair and makeup because of how fast and precise she was. I could tell that she was holding back and going slow on purpose. And yet I could barely keep track of it. That being said, I wasn't actually able to pay attention and learn anything from her. I was far too distracted about what Silas would make me do next.

My face was given concealer, foundation, blush, highlights, black eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and some dark maroon lipstick. Mimi paused at one point and made me go brush my teeth and use the mouthwash before she finished up with the lipstick. My teeth weren't in the best shape and were not pearly white. I was missing two teeth on the left upper side of my mouth. It's not something that was visible most of the time, only being something you could partially see if I smiled really wide. A bunch of teeth on the bottom row were crooked towards the front as well.

Once she finished with the makeup, I stared at the face in the mirror, not recognizing it at all. It felt so incredibly strange to see such a dramatic change in such a short time.

I felt strange about the girly boy I saw there. It wasn't hard to see that the face was that of a guy, but you would have to take a second or closer look to be able to tell. Mimi hadn't made me look ridiculous at all. She had actually made me look really good and it felt strange to see my appearance in a positive way for the first time in a long time, especially when that change was so intensely feminine.

"Alright I'm all done. Silas told me to have you wait here for him. So don't go anywhere," Mimi finished putting away all of her powders and tools. She strode out the door without another word.

I sat there in the robe, still staring at the strangely pretty looking face in front of me. I still didn't think I was actually pretty. None of this felt real. It felt like a big practical joke. There was no way the cute girly boy I was looking at was me.

Some time passed and I continued to stare at my face and wonder about what was going to happen next. What was Silas planning for me? The more I thought about it, the more nervous I got.

When the door opened and Silas walked in, I jumped up out of the chair and clutched at the robe, waiting for whatever would happen next. My body was frozen in between fight or flight. I wasn't sure which way I was gonna go.

"Well, you look much better. Mimi did a good job. Now come over here and put these on."

He held out a bundle and I realized it was likely clothing. I managed to force my body to move and apprehensively approached him, taking the very silky black cloth wrapped around what I could tell were heels.

Unwrapping it, there was a silky little black dress with thin straps for the shoulders and a deep neckline. With it came a black lacy thong, and a pair of black leather platform stiletto heels.

Knowing it was pointless to resist, as there were no other clothes anywhere nearby and Silas would inevitably get what he wanted, I reluctantly slid the thong on first, the feeling of the silky fabric sliding over my smooth skin was disturbingly pleasant, the feel of it slipping between my cheeks and lightly holding my package was similarly distracting and got all kinds of confusing feelings and thoughts stirring in my head.

I squashed those feelings, ignoring them as I dropped the robe and avoided looking at Silas as I slipped the dress over my head. The upper part was tight around my midsection and chest but slightly loose and flowing around my legs. It only went down to around the middle of my thighs and I felt incredibly exposed wearing something so short, thin and girly.

Looking over the heels, I wondered how I was supposed to walk in something so tall. I had never worn heels before and I was worried I would snap my ankles when I tried. They were over four inch heels with an inch tall platform on top of that.

Slipping them over my feet was fine. They fit me. There was a thin black strap on them meant to buckle around my ankle to hold them in place. When that strap connected, I felt a small pulse of mana and heard a faint click. I stood up once I had both on and stumbled slightly as I tried to take an experimental step to the side. This was going to be incredibly difficult.

I was about to ask Silas about the mana and the ankle straps when he spoke up:

"Good, you will get used to the heels soon enough. They will be the only kind of shoe you will be allowed to wear, until walking in them is second nature for you. Due to the enchantment on them, they also will not come off until I release them. You will be wearing them for the foreseeable future."

I blinked at him, shocked and worried by his words. I couldn't take them off? What about sleeping and showering? He didn't stop speaking though, and ignored the confused look on my face.

"Now you have a choice to make about the next part of the night. We can do things the easy way or the hard way. It really is up to you. The easy way means that you follow me without any fuss and I take you to a room nearby, where you will spend the next several hours sucking cock through a glory hole. You will get paid a small amount for each one you finish off. We will get to see how quickly your class gains experience. The other way is the hard way, and this will be the way things go if you want to fight against the inevitable. With the hard way, you are still going to be sucking cock all night. You will just have far less control over the situation and you won't be making any money."

He paused for a moment, smiling at me as I stared at him. My jaw dropped and I was staring at him completely at a loss for what I should say or do. How the fuck could he expect me to accept either of those options?

"So which will it be, the easy or hard way?" He asked, showing me not a single bit of pity in spite of my clear distress.

I pushed down my panic as best I could and tried to focus. I had to survive this and fighting him would either end with my death or getting face fucked all night. The only other option was also terrible, but at least it had some positives. No one would see me, and he said I would get paid. The choice was obvious, but a part of me wanted to fight due to what it would mean if I went with the easy path. It meant I had given up and I had willingly gone to suck cock.

It all came down to whether survival or pride were more important. It wouldn't be the first time I sacrificed my pride for survival. It was a fact of life as a street kid, you had to do what you had to do to survive.

I hung my head and stared at the heels. I mumbled my answer, unable to say it clearly. "I'll go the easy way."

"Good choice. I knew you were a smart one. Now before we head to the room, you might want to take another set of pills. It will make things a bit easier."

I stared down at another pair of pills, which looked the same as the ones I had taken before. I still had no idea what they were, or when I had taken them. Aside from some weird feelings about dreams, I only partially remembered being overly sexual. I hadn't felt any side effects.

So without having a good reason to refuse, I swallowed the pills before I could think about it any more. Maybe they were some kind of drug that would get me really high. That would be nice, at least.

Afterwards, Silas waved for me to follow and left the room. My legs felt heavy and awkward as I followed. I couldn't help but feel like I was betraying myself by going along so meekly, without putting up any kind of resistance.

I walked down the hall, my heels clicking on the tiles. I took quick short careful steps trying to keep up with Silas's much longer steps, while also keeping myself from falling over. Using a hand on the wall to assist me was necessary. I could feel the heels pressing on my inexperienced feet and knew that it wouldn't be long before my feet were aching.

Silas led me up a set of stairs. I heard music thumping somewhere nearby, but we didn't run into anyone before we got to another hall with a series of doors all along both sides. He took me to one and unlocked it, holding the door open for me.

"Here you go. You see the light on the wall up there? When it is green, it means there is someone waiting for you. You just push that button to the side and the hole will open up. A cock will come through and it's up to you to make that cock cum as fast as you can. There really is very little else to it. The only other thing is, you should take off the dress unless you want to wear something stained with spit and cum. The door will be locked and will remain that way until I feel like you have done enough. I will be checking on your status every once in a while. If I don't see you earning experience, we can always do things the hard way."

I stepped past him into a small room that looked like a bathroom. To one side there was a sink, and on the other there was a toilet. Next to the sink there was a small table with tissues and face wipes as well as a set of hooks for hanging something on the wall. Between the sink and toilet, against the wall opposite the door, was a small padded bench that was only a few inches up off of the floor.

In front of it, at roughly face height for someone kneeling, was a small black circle. There was a button a foot or so off to the side, and up on the wall at normal eye height was a small lightbulb that was currently dark.

I turned to look at Silas. He gave me a smile and a thumbs up before closing the door without another word. I heard the door lock and it felt like I had been put in a prison cell.

There was nothing to do in the room aside from sit down on the toilet seat and stare at the light on the wall, waiting for it to turn on. It felt almost like I was waiting for my own execution. I tried to wrap my head around the idea of what I was supposed to do, but I still couldn't even imagine myself doing it. I had no idea how I was going to make myself do it. Would Silas come back in here to drag me off to get tied up and forced if I couldn't do it? Most definitely he could.

I felt something else strange start to happen as I sat there. As my mind continued to think over what it would be like to suck a cock, or to be tied down and fucked in the face, something strange started happening with my body.

There was a faint and almost pleasant tingling that started to spread through me and my skin felt warm. I felt my cock twitch and start to harden. Without really thinking about it, I stroked myself through the silky panties and shuddered at the feeling of the smooth cloth stroking against my incredibly smooth and sensitive skin.

I clenched my thighs and relished the feeling of my smooth legs, rubbing against one another. I realized that I was actually getting turned on. My next reaction was to freak out a bit. Why the fuck was waiting to suck cock making me horny?

In a flash of memory, I realized what had to be happening. The pills Silas had given me, those had to be responsible for these feelings. How else could I explain it? Knowing it didn't do anything to change the confusing sensations I was feeling. Those refused to go away.

I was trying to decide if I should just jerk off to help relieve the tension when a faint green glow caught my eye. The light over the glory hole lit up. I had my first customer.

Sitting there frozen in place, I didn't know what to do.

My memories flashed back to when Silas had slapped me. The casual violence had been effortless to him as the light slap had sent me sprawling. There had been nothing I could do about it. What it would be like if someone that strong had me tied up and wanted to fuck my face? There would be nothing I could do about it. I didn't want to think about it anymore. I knew that if I didn't play along that would be my fate soon enough.

Again, weirdly, these thoughts did nothing to make me less horny. If anything, my body's response to the drugs was getting more intense.

So reluctantly I slid off the seat and onto the knee pad in front of the hole. I tried to slow my breathing down as much as I could and steel my mind for what I was about to do.

It was fine. It was just a cock, not like anyone would see me. I wasn't actually gay or anything. I didn't choose this, it was all to survive. I thought these lines while absentmindedly stroking my hard cock through silky panties.

Before I could stop myself from further agonizing about it, I pushed the button on the wall and watched the small cover over the hole slide to the side with a click. Almost immediately, a cock shoved through the hole and into my face.

I fell back onto my heels, keeping it from hitting me between the eyes. I was immediately repulsed by what I was staring at. It smelled sweaty and musky. I could see the precum on the head. It twitched and pulsed, the veins in the shaft standing out. It looked to be around six inches since it reached past the opening in the wall. It was around as thick as my own cock, so maybe an inch at the widest.

To keep it from swinging around and hitting me in the face, I instinctively reached up and grabbed it. Then I let go as I realized what I had done, feeling its heat had been shocking. I also heard a faint moan on the other side of the wall and I wondered absently if I had just touched the cock of any of the guys I knew.

Hesitating, I wasn't sure how I should start. I took a deep breath and wrinkled my nose at the smell of it. I knew it was going to taste disgusting. That thought nearly sent me into a spiral as it was the first time I had admitted to myself that I was going to put this cock in my mouth.

I stared at it and thought about all of the porn I had watched. How could I get this over with as fast as possible? I knew how to jerk myself off. How hard could it be to get this guy off quickly and be done with it?

I spit on my hand and reached out and stroked the spit onto his shaft. Feeling it disturbed me. The way it twitched and pulsed freaked me out. It was so incredibly warm and smooth. Soon, I was slowly stroking the shaft, listening to the wet sloppy sound of my spit slicked hand rubbing it up and down.

While I did this, my own cock still hadn't gone soft in spite of my mental turmoil. I kept telling myself that it wasn't because doing this turned me on, it was because of the pills. The pills were why I couldn't stop clenching my thighs and rubbing them together on my own cock, and why my mouth was producing so much saliva.

Hearing a muffled but annoyed grunt from the other side of the wall and seeing the cock twitch, I realized that my stroking was not going to be enough. I was going to have to go all the way.

Slowly I lowered my face towards the head and opened my mouth dreading the taste of it, while another part of my mind wondered how it was going to feel. I steadfastly ignored that second thought and pushed myself forwards.

I stuck out my tongue and felt it touch the tip and immediately the salty and sweaty taste overwhelmed my senses. I pulled back and took a breath to keep from gagging. I moved to the side of his shaft and licked the side of his head, still stroking the shaft with my hand.

As I tried to ignore the taste, a terrible rush of shame and humiliation hit me. I couldn't believe that my first sexual experience ever was licking the cock of some random faceless guy in a glory hole. How was any of this happening to me? It felt like I was stuck in a really bad dream.

What kept me going was remembering the cost of failure. Knowing that if I wanted to survive the next day, my own feelings and humiliation didn't matter. It didn't matter if the cock tasted terrible. I had to suck it anyway.

Feeling like it stained my soul, I pushed myself forwards and licked at his shaft more forcefully, hearing a short grunt of approval from the other side.

I proceeded to lick and coat his entire shaft with my spit, stroking him the entire time. It seemed to be doing something as the groans from the other side of the wall were regular and pleased.

However I knew this wouldn't finish this guy off. I would need to do more. Hating myself for being too weak to have fought or run, I opened my mouth wide and took the head of his cock into my mouth. The taste was revolting, but I held back my gagging and swirled my tongue around his head, feeling the way his cock twitched and pulsed in my mouth. It was strange, but it worked as I heard a much longer groan of satisfaction from the other side of the wall.

The sound did strange things to my mind. The knowledge that I was doing well was positive, yet for such a disgusting act, I didn't know how to feel about it. Did I want to be good at sucking cock? I pushed the swirling thoughts of confusion and self recrimination aside and pressed my lips harder on his shaft, using them to stroke him and continued to swirl my tongue around his head as I slowly rubbed his shaft with my hand.

To add to the humiliation of the moment, I felt my own cock still hard and seemed to enjoy the clenching of my thighs on either side of it every time I rocked forward. I refused to let myself do anything else to it. The idea of getting off to this in any way was already tearing at my own self image.

I continued to suck and bob my head trying not to think about what I was doing, and ignore all of the feelings my body was having. My jaw started to ache slightly and I felt drool starting to drip down my chin.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts and trying not to think. When the cock suddenly twitched and pulsed and a blast of cum shot out into the back of my throat, I gagged hard and fell away from the cock gasping and coughing. The second rope of cum that shot out hit me right in the face, splattering all over my nose, cheek and lips. The third blast landed right on my chest and dripped down onto the top edge of my dress.

Humiliation and shame was all I could feel. How the fuck did I get here? Holy shit, why was cum so salty and bitter? I gagged and coughed while holding up my hands, unable to make myself do anything other than gag. I managed to lean to the side and spit on the floor getting the majority of the cum out, but the taste still coated my whole mouth.

Then when I felt like I couldn't get even lower I got a system notification.

You have been paid two system credits

Fucking two credits, that was it? That was all my efforts were worth. All that mental anguish and humiliation for two credits. I wanted to curl up in a ball right then and just die. The payment was like a kick in the gut. But I couldn't do anything because my mouth tasted terrible and my face was covered in cum. I also needed to get it off my chest before it stained my dress even more.

I remembered what Silas had recommended with taking off my dress. I supposed it hadn't occurred to me, likely because I hadn't wanted to even consider it. I hadn't wanted to think about getting cum in my mouth.

Getting to my feet unsteadily, I moved over to the sink and cleaned myself up, rinsing out my mouth and drinking water, using the wet wipes to clean off my face, dress and the mess off of the floor.

I considered taking it off like Silas had recommended and was about to do so when I got another notification from the system.

Class aspect revealed: Consuming Pleasure

As a good sissy whore, swallowing cum excites and pleases you because it means you are doing a good job. Having the cum of a person that you have pleasured released on your body will provide a x1.5 boost to experience from that interaction. You will gain an additional x0.5 boost to experience on top of that if the cum is also swallowed.

This was a very large and humiliating surprise to see my first aspect unlocked.

I had spoken with some classers and they had told me some things about how classes worked. It was hard to understand it all due to all of them being entirely unique to the person they affected.

Aspects of classes were not something that you could fully control and were the way that you learned how your class wanted you to specialize, and would add multiplicitive bonuses to the normal experience you would otherwise gain. They seemed to be influenced by multiple factors. Things like what activities your class encourages, and what methods you use to engage in those activities. It is unknown by many whether aspects are decided when you get a class or not, but they always need to be revealed by engaging in the activities encouraged by your class.

Aspects at tier one are normally very simple and only provide incredibly minor boosts to experience, normally at most a x0.5 bonus. For example, a warrior class might have an aspect of using bladed weapons to fight with. By dealing damage and killing monsters with bladed weapons, they might get a small boost to the experience they gain.

As aspects level up in the tiers, they get more and more restrictive. The boosts they give to experience grow along with the degree of restriction. They are not all that important for leveling at the lower tiers as the experience required is far lower. But in order to not have multiple years go between leveling in the higher tiers, people need very specific and powerful aspects so that they can get larger experience boosts.

So with that, my first aspect was the most specialized aspect I had ever seen on a tier one. The bonus of a moderate boost like 1.5 and a bonus small boost of 0.5 making the total boost a x2 on a single aspect was unheard of in a tier one. The way it worked was experience was gathered up by doing things that the system considered a part of your class. That was built up and became the base value of the experience equation. That experience had a base aspect bonus of x1. So overall nothing. The aspect bonuses would be added to that x1. Meaning that when I sucked cock and swallowed it I would be getting x3 the normal experience for doing so.

It was like getting slapped in the face yet again. To get such a powerful aspect bonus by doing something so incredibly humiliating. The system was telling me that I needed to swallow that foul shit. It didn't matter if I hated it. If I wanted to get levels more than two times as fast, I would do it.

Once I had finished staring bewildered at the aspect that was telling me I was going to be choking down cum for the foreseeable future? I pushed the thoughts aside as there was nothing I could do about it. I started cleaning up again and took off the dress, hanging it on the hook.

After that, I returned to sitting on the toilet seat and put my head in my hands. The memory of having cum shot deep into my throat was not something I could stop from repeating over and over again. The feeling of the cock twitching, pressing on my tongue, the sounds I had been making as I stroked the spit slicked shaft it all played over and over again in my mind.

Frustratingly along with that I felt that my cock was still hard and I was frustratingly horny. Every time I touched my smooth legs, the tingling feeling of pleasure returned. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop my mind from thinking about other things. Things I was actually turned on by. Like how Mimi's ass had bounced when she walked, how she had smelled like lilacs and how mesmerizing it had been to stare at her luscious crimson lips and wonder what they tasted like.

I wanted to rub my cock, but it was currently held in place by a pair of satin and lace panties. I would need to start sucking another cock soon. The idea of jerking off so soon after I had committed such a humiliating act was too shameful for me to even think about.

A faint click sounded in the quiet room and I looked up to see the green light back on. Groaning in frustration, I slid down onto my knees again and hit the button.

The second cock that was presented to me was less gross than the first one. This one didn't smell and seemed clean. It was around the same length as the last one, maybe a half an inch shorter. Not incredibly thick, slightly darker skin tone.

Resigned to my fate and just wanting it to be over, I reached out and stroked the cock in front of me. Its firm, hot length was smooth in my hand. In spite of being repulsed by the idea of putting my mouth on it, some part of me had the passing thought that it felt kind of nice in my hand. I ruthlessly tried to crush that idea, saying it had to be the drugs. There was no way I could possibly like stroking some faceless man's cock.

I spit on it and stroked my hand down its length, getting the whole thing slick in a very businesslike manner. Then knowing I had to start sooner or later, I took the head in my mouth and got to work.

Going through everything I had done the last time, I tried to remember what had worked and what hadn't. I also tried to remember what I could from porn and how the girls I would watch would force the massive cocks down their throats, gagging and choking on them, but seeming to love it when they did.

I pushed myself a bit deeper than I had before. The cock hit the back of my throat and yanked myself back as my stomach clenched and I gagged. I gasped. How the fuck did girls take cocks all the way down their throats? It seemed impossible and felt terrible.

I returned to my normal efforts. I was stroking a little over half of it with my lips and tongue. I stroked the other part with my hand, squeezing and tugging on him gently.

Not knowing if my efforts worked, I kept it up. Every now and again, I heard a faint moan and felt the cock pulse slightly. But it never seemed like it was going to cum. I still hadn't decided what I would do when it did.

I knew I should keep my mouth on the cock and try to swallow as much cum as possible. If I did, it would give me more experience and that would hopefully mean that I would level quicker and have to suck less cocks tonight. That was the strategic thing to do. But I couldn't stop my mind from rebelling against the idea.

The angry and rebellious part of me wanted to bite down on the cock, then kick down the door and start stabbing people. Knowing how that would go, I didn't bother fantasizing about it more than once.

I was interrupted as the cock twitched, pulsed and blasted a large shot of cum.

Pulling back from the cock was instinctive. I couldn't stop myself. I was too shocked by the overwhelming taste and smell of the cum, as my mouth was filled with the salty stickiness.

The cock in front of me shot a second blast. This one also hit me right between the eyes. Thankfully, I managed to close my eyes in time. They were glued shut with the sticky, viscous cum.

I felt tears welling up. I knelt there, my face dripping with the stuff, eyes unable to open. I forced myself to swallow, wanting to get it over with as fast as possible. Unfortunately, this didn't get rid of the taste. My tastebuds were overwhelmed and I couldn't taste or smell anything aside from the ooze.

I staggered back to my feet and over to the sink. Mana flooded through me, making my whole body tingle. It was the feeling of my aspect rewarding me for having swallowed the cum. The feeling of that energy was disturbingly pleasurable, mixing with the feelings of arousal I had been fighting this whole time. I felt my overly sensitized body tremble slightly. My cock, which was still hard, leaked some pre-cum.

You have been paid ten system credits

Damn, I thought as I tried to clean the cum out of my eyes, Got paid better this time. Still an insultingly low amount, but an improvement at least. When that flood of experience had hit me, I nearly moaned. I was fairly certain if that repeated itself enough, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from cumming as well.

That didn't make the taste of cum any better or make any of this less humiliating. I couldn't handle the idea that simply swallowing cum might make me orgasm. I struggled to rationalize it. It had to be the pills I had taken, there was no way that I would naturally be like this. Silas was messing with me, that had to be it.

As I finished cleaning my face and rinsing out my mouth, I returned to sitting and tried to decide what I should do. Clearly getting cumshots on my face wasn't something I wanted, and it was wasting experience. Cleaning cum off my face was irritating and difficult.

I should just literally suck it up and take all the cum in my mouth. I tried to tell myself that it wasn't because of how it had felt when I got the experience. I wasn't sure if more cum meant it would be more experience and a more intense feeling. It couldn't be that last part. I wasn't gay.

I was essentially being forced to do this. It's not like I was thinking about how that last cock had felt in my mouth. Not that I had felt a thrill of power when I heard the man on the other side groaning in satisfaction. Definitely not anything like that.

The light turned green again. I assumed the position, hit the button and was quickly greeted by my third cock of the night. It was incredibly pale and thick, not very long at all. Easily the shortest of the three so far. Luckily, it only seemed to be a little sweaty. Not too bad.

I steeled my mind and went to work. Soon enough, I was bobbing my head on the cock and taking nearly all of the shorter length into my mouth. I heard the groans and moans on the other side of the wall. It didn't feel as terrible this time. It was humiliating, sure, but I was faceless and weirdly in control, doing something that clearly got someone else off.

If only they knew who it was sucking their cock they would have been so pissed off. The idea almost made me want to laugh. Yet my jaw was aching from being open for so long and I wasn't about to ruin my efforts by taking the cock out of my mouth.

A short time later, when I felt the cock suddenly twitch and swell, I recognized the sign and pulled back slightly but not fully off the cock. The cum shot out and filled my mouth.

Similar multiple shots but I caught them all in my mouth. I flinched and fought the instinct to pull away after each one. I managed to keep the cum contained. It tasted horrible. This one was thick and smelled almost bleachy. Feeling it slop around on my tongue was another permanent stain on my psyche. Another rip in my own self image.

After the final blast, the sheer volume of it filled my mouth and I couldn't stop it from leaking out of the sides of my mouth and down my chin.

I gagged but quickly swallowed, wanting to get it out of the way as quickly as possible. The intense bleachy bitterness was easily the worst of what I had tasted so far.

I sat back on my heels gasping and wiped the cum off of my chin, watching as the cock retreated from in front of me, the hole closing over again quickly.

You have been paid seven system credits

I stared at the notification. The humiliation was quickly dulled by the rush of mana that hit me a moment later. When it did, I couldn't stop a soft moan as my whole body trembled. I felt my cock shudder. I felt an overpowering need to rub it.

My hand reached down instinctively and stroked my cock, my hips thrusting forwards as I was lost in the tingling sensation. It only took moments before I felt the rising tension within me. My body went stiff after only three strokes. I reached the point of no return, not even realizing I was using the hand I had wiped the cum off my chin with. The cum of the man I had just blown was lube for my own pleasure.

Barely holding back a loud moan of pleasure, I bit my lip and whimpered. The feeling of everything was so intense. My whole body was tingling and a rush of overwhelming pleasure hit me. The most powerful orgasm I had ever had crashed over me and made my whole body shake. My own cum shot up and landed on my own chest. I squeezed my rigid cock, feeling it pulsing in my hand.

I sat there as the intensely pleasurable sensations faded and the haze of lust cleared from my mind. Then the shame and post nut clarity hit me. What the fuck had I just done?

I awkwardly stood up, trying to keep my own cum from sliding back down my chest. The burning feeling of shame refused to leave. How the fuck did I get so turned on? Why did that feel so good?

No, this couldn't be my fault. I was being forced to do this! It was the drugs! They were the reason that I could cum that quickly. That had to be it.

Another part of my mind asked the question: was I just deluding myself? Was I actually enjoying sucking cock.

No, there was no way. My jaw ached. The lingering taste of cum was awful and it was incredibly humiliating to be on my knees, being paid pocket change for sucking off random guys. I hated this!

The more I thought about it, the more my mind spiraled and it became obvious something was happening to me. Something that was not normal. There was some part of me that was enjoying this. How else could I explain the faint tingles of pleasure that still hadn't fully faded?

The energy slowly faded over the next several seconds as I tried to clean myself off again. However, as I was doing so, I felt a strange shifting of mana within me. It was different this time, not pleasurable and restrictive. Like a pressure that was pushing on my insides. Then another notification popped up.

Class aspect revealed: Permission for Pleasure

As a sissy whore you will be greedy for orgasms. You will likely distract yourself from your true purpose if you are left to make your own decisions. Due to this, you will no longer be permitted to orgasm without receiving permission to do so. An individual that gives you permission must be aware of what they are granting you and cannot give permission for a later time. They must be present to give permission at the moment.

With this restriction, you will gain a growing experience bonus the longer that you are denied pleasure based upon how many times you are pushed to the edge of cumming without being given release. This is capped at a x5 modifier. However that modifier can be doubled to x10 which will also apply to class and general skill experience if your sissy clit is also locked away in chastity while you are denied pleasure.

I stared in horror at what had just appeared in front of me. What the fuck kind of class was this? How was the system so fucking sadistic? I had never heard of anything like this at all. A class that seemed to be actively trying to torment the one with it. Is it cursed?

Also, why the fuck did the aspect have to be even more powerful than the last one? It was generally understood that getting a moderate experience bonus on an aspect was unheard of and rare. But a x5 bonus was legitimately impossible, let alone a x10 bonus.

It was an aspect that, by losing my class entirely would be the only way to avoid it. I couldn't do that. Aspects could only change when you got them to the next tier, and then they would normally evolve to be more restrictive. By extension, it would give greater bonuses. With an aspect like this, I dreaded what could possibly be more restrictive than what it was already.

I sat down on the toilet seat again, dismissing the notification and putting my head in my hands. I still hadn't even revealed the third aspect of my class yet. I had no idea what fresh horrors that one would bring.

It was also incredibly rare for people to reveal all of their aspects before they get to level five at the least. It normally took a large amount of doing the things your class wanted you to do in order to reveal them. With mine it seemed to only take a single action related to the aspect for it to unlock.

The shine of a green light turning on made me lift my head and sigh. Though my cock had softened after cumming, I felt a faint hint of desire. My body had not fully recovered from the orgasm. My skin was still sensitive and I felt a faint involuntary shudder.

I had no idea what the hell was happening and why this was all turning me on so much. But I resolved to avoid touching my cock if possible as I knew I would get no relief again any time soon. Nobody there to give me permission.

I also had the sinking feeling that Silas would likely not give me permission to cum due to wanting me to get the most experience possible. He seemed to be set on increasing my level and skills so there was absolutely no incentive for him to do so, as denying me pleasure would make me level faster.

I slid onto the kneepad and hit the button, revealing the next cock resigned to my fate.

Time seemed to drag on and become meaningless. Eventually, I didn't even bother getting up between cocks, letting the taste and sticky residue of my drool and the dripping cum coat my chin and chest. The only thing I had to really pass the time was keeping track of how many cocks I had sucked, and how many loads of cum I had swallowed. The silent room made it impossible to ignore the wet sucking and sloppy sounds I was making along with the muffled groans of the men I was sucking off.

The feeling of energy flooding me after swallowing cum became a terribly torturous pleasure. It felt incredible every time, easily the most intense sexual pleasure I had ever experienced. The surge of pleasure made every part of my body tingle with the energy and pushed me to the edge of cumming very quickly after only two more cumshots. However, shortly after this I began to dread the pleasure as the frustrating ache from my cock burned at me as it strained and twitched seeking stimulation.

I had given in several times and stroked my cock. Losing myself like I had the first time, but each time I did, I would get to the point of almost cumming and that tingling pleasure would shift right as I reached the edge. It would get pushed back by what felt like a solid impenetrable wall and the rejected orgasm would shift the sensation from pleasure to a deep and irritating ache or itch that I couldn't scratch.

Then I would for a short time be left with this hot surging need that I couldn't do anything about before it would fade slightly and simply leave me frustrated and overly sensitive to any kind of touch.

After a few times of that, I would grip the bench I was on after swallowing the cum to keep my hands away from my cock, unwilling to let myself be tortured like that again. But this only helped so much. I also had to keep from clenching my thighs on my cock but my legs seemed to have a mind of their own. Whenever I lost my focus on them, they would clench together and squeeze my cock, which I thrust between my smooth thighs in desperate humping motions as I sought release.

But nothing would happen, I would get right to the edge of cumming yet again, that delicious sensation would reach the peak, and then frustratingly would vanish, be stolen from me and leave that desperate aching behind that only seemed to get more and more distracting and intense. The time it took for me to reach the point of almost release shortening every time I nearly got there.

So to distract myself, I counted the cocks I had sucked, and sought to find ways to speed up getting them off. The sting of humiliation and shame every time I took a load in my mouth and swallowed it was a faint thing next to the burning heat of need I had to cum.

After the eighth cock, my jaw had been aching and I had been unable to taste or smell anything other than cum.

By the twelfth, I was barely aware of anything around me. All I was aware of was the burning need to cum and the cock in front of me.

By the fifteenth, I couldn't think at all. My mind was a bleary, lust clouded haze. I was barely able to stay upright on my knees. The pulses of energy I got from swallowing cum had been growing in power as time went on. In one of my more lucid moments, I figured this was due to the multiplication factor of my new aspect. I surely had to be getting massive amounts of experience from swallowing it all, especially if the ramping experience factor from not cumming had reached x5.

As the fifteenth one finished and the blast of cum filled my mouth, I instinctively swallowed. My mind was mostly numb to the feeling of shame but I couldn't help marking another tally mark on my own torn up self image. As the energy wave of experience hit me and my whole body shook, I couldn't stop a whimpering sob from getting out along with a series of moans as my body was pushed to the edge of cumming multiple times in a row. The tingling wave of energy seeming to ebb and flow making me endure torturous pleasure over and over again.

I fell over onto my side and curled up in a ball, unable to keep my spasming muscles from going completely limp after the final wave crashed over me. The frustrating tension remained within me, unable to leave as it was constantly being fed into and built back up whenever it started to fade at all.

When a notification popped up, I focused on it, having muted the insulting payment notifications several cocks before I knew it was something more important than that.

Congratulations your class Arcane Whore has reached level two

You have earned a skill unlock

I groaned and stared at the letters on the notification, finding it hard to focus and read what I was seeing. I lay there for several minutes, trying to calm myself down and keep from passing out due to exhaustion.

The light thankfully stayed dark on the wall and I was allowed to remain there lying on the ground for I don't know how long, contemplating what it meant that I had reached level two in less than a day of effort. That was remarkably fast. It normally took people at least a few days, or a week of working at their craft or profession before they got their first level up.

Some time later after I had actually drifted off into a stupor, I heard the lock on the door click and I lifted my head, fear and shame suddenly crashing down on me. I was laying naked on the floor in just a pair of silky black panties. I had cum all over. I had to look like a complete fucking wreck. Unfortunately, the quick burst of adrenaline was not enough to get me up in time to do anything before the door opened and Silas stood there looking down at me with a smug grin on his face.

"Well holy shit, aren't you a fucking messy whore," He said with a laugh.

My face heated and I stared at the ground curling my legs up in front of me to try and hide behind them.

"Well done, slut. Already at level two, and you have two aspects revealed. Those were a fucking surprise weren't they? Insane bonuses, and on class and general skills as well. I have to say I am really impressed."

His words sounded like genuine praise, yet they felt mocking and cruel. I hated what I had been forced to do, in spite of my body betraying me the way it had, I couldn't accept that this is what I had been meant for.

The system and Silas didn't care what I wanted, and they had all the power. That power seemed intent on forcing me to participate in my own corruption and humiliation.

"First thing I need to do is sort out your new class skill," Silas said, not actually speaking to me. He had the far away look of interacting with their system screen.

My status screen popped up without me calling it to do so. Then a secondary screen popped up immediately after that and I saw what Silas had chosen for me.

You have gained the Class Skill: Clean and Safe

This passive skill grants you immunity to all non magical infections, diseases, and viruses. As it levels up, it will grant bonus resistance and faster recovery time from anything magical. This skill will gain experience through exposure to any person, sick or not.

I read it and it took a hidden weight off of my mind. I thought back to all of the nasty cocks I had sucked that night and I felt somewhat grateful that I wouldn't even need to consider how awful catching something from them would have been.

"Very useful skill. Powerful too. Rare to have something that grants any kind of immunity to anything in tier one. Would be wonderful if we could get even a lesser version for the rest of our girls here. Would save a lot on restoration potions," Silas said.

I looked up at him from my spot on the ground and the feeling of helplessness kept me frozen in place. I didn't move, I was too nervous about him seeing me covered in cum. I was waiting for whatever the next thing he wanted to talk to me about was. I hated that I still had no control over my class. But I was grateful that it seemed like Silas was attempting to put some thought into what abilities he picked for me.

"Now for the next thing. I am disappointed that Shaped by Desire hasn't leveled up at all. I think there may be a visual component to the skill. It may be required for the one you are having sex with to see you, or just know what you look like. So we need to test two things."

He stepped into the room and stood closer to me, shutting the door behind him.

The feeling of vulnerability and a sense of being trapped was instantly magnified. I froze in place, my body shaking as the tension in me continued to rise.

Silas pulled something out of his pocket and gestured at me to stand up, seemingly focused on whatever he was holding and ignoring my obvious fear and anxiety.

I knew I needed to listen. Refusing Silas anything now would be a great way to end up forced to do whatever he wanted.

So with my legs shaking, I slowly stood up and covered my crotch with my hands. Standing on the heels hadn't really been an issue as I had been on my knees most of the afternoon. Now it made me feel like I was on the edge of falling over at the lightest push.

I hated how exposed I felt. It was far worse than just being naked. I had dried cum all over my chest, face and hands. I was wearing an incredibly skimpy black silk thong and nothing else, the heels completed the look and made me into a complete joke in my own eyes.

"Stand up straight, hands at your sides and spread your legs to shoulder width. Now," Silas sounded bored. I couldn't make myself look up from the floor so I had no idea what he was looking at or what he had in his hands.

I reluctantly assumed the position.

Silas said nothing. his hand reached out and attempted to grab me by the cock. I yelped and stumbled backward.

"What the fuck?!" I gasped finally looking up to see Silas had an irritated look on his face. In one of his hands, he was holding a small metal device.

It only took me a moment to realize what it was and I cringed back even further, pressing against the wall.

"No please, don't make me wear that," I said, hearing the shaking in my own words and hating how weak I sounded.

"Stand the fuck up. Don't make me do this the hard way. There is plenty of time left in the night and plenty of drunk guys nearby who would happily watch you choke on their cocks. We can see if it's possible to get you to level three," Silas snapped.

The terror of what he could do to me overwhelmed my discomfort and apprehension. I returned to standing in front of him.

"Take the fucking panties off and stand still," He said.

With a barely restrained sob I slid the panties off my smooth legs and hated how much the feeling of it made my skin tingle and the feeling of my cock being let free let it bounce and I felt the urge to stroke it, to get lost in the distracting feelings of desire and pleasure. I had been on the edge of cumming for hours at this point and it was doing strange things to me. It had to be the drug I had taken, there was no way that my body could respond positively to what was happening right then.

I jerked and nearly fell over as Silas's large hand reached out and grasped my cock in a firm grip. I gasped and froze in place, hating how much the sensitivity of my skin affected me. How his hand shifting slightly and squeezing my cock felt so good.

My breathing hitched and I struggled to hold still and slow my breathing. I felt him wrap a cold metal ring around the base of my balls and click it in place, making it tight enough so that it wouldn't press too hard. But it was nearly impossible to pull off without crushing my balls.

Silas literally had me by the balls and I was freaking out. I hated this. How could my body betray me so much, why was my cock so hard?

"Well, I had no idea that this would be a problem, if anything I anticipated it would be hard to get you turned on," Silas said, his voice amused and mocking as he stood there holding me by the balls. He stared down at my twitching cock.

"It's the drug you gave me... I'm not... I don't like this," I hated how needy I sounded, even to myself.

Silas let go of me and laughed, bending forwards as he continued to laugh, eventually bracing a hand against the wall and pushing himself upright, still chuckling and gasping with mirth.

"Haha... is that right? Well what would you say to me if I told you the pills I gave you were a simple painkiller? Nothing more," Silas said with a wide grin, his eyes meeting mine. In that moment, I saw the truth in what he was saying.

A sinking feeling of shame and humiliation rocked me. No, there was no way. He had to be lying. I didn't like this. He was manipulating me.

"Oh cheer up. That just means that you might actually be even more perfect for this class than I had initially thought. Who could expect that I would get so lucky and get a perfect wannabe sissy walking through my door?"

I hung my head again, my cheeks were burning and a twisting shifting anxiety was building in my chest. I felt myself beginning to hyperventilate. I was not doing well with directly confronting the reality of my situation.

Silas stepped forwards again and reached out to grasp my cock, still chuckling to himself. He pressed the head of my cock into itself, crushing it back and then putting a flat metal disk with small holes in it over the tip and flattening it.

I moaned and squirmed. The pain of it was not sharp but a persistent aching and my cock had no choice but to fully soften eventually but it took Silas around two minutes to force my cock to shrink down small enough to lock into the cage fully. It left my cock in this tiny flat smooth disk that made it like I didn't even have a cock at all. It was pressed tightly into my mound, pulling at the ring behind my balls. It was incredibly uncomfortable.

My lingering desire refused to be suppressed so quickly. I felt my cock struggling to harden again shortly after Silas let me go.

As Silas stepped away, I felt a faint shift of mana and saw a small magical rune on the metal cap spark with a blue light that spread through the whole device. I felt it tighten slightly and then shift, adjusting to more fully restrict me and perfectly form to my size.

"That will do for now. It was the only one we had on hand that had the kind of enchantment I needed. You will not be able to take this off on your own so don't even bother trying, it will just hurt you more if you do. It also has some other fun things that I imagine will make the next thing we must test out a bit easier."

Silas spoke as I stood there humiliated and scared to say or do anything at all. The dull aching from my cock was already uncomfortable and I had the sinking feeling that I wouldn't be taking this cage off any time soon.

With a snap of his fingers and a single muttered word, things changed again quickly and for the worse.

The cage had flared with a faint light at Silas's word and then it began to vibrate softly.

I groaned as immediately my sensitive cock struggled to expand and harden. This just made it ache even more as the cage refused to shift even slightly. I pressed my thighs together and bent forward, unable to stay standing upright at the intensity of the sensation.

"Now, I want to see how quickly we can get you ramped up to that x10 bonus from your aspect. I bet we can very quickly level your class and skills with a modifier like that on top of everything else. So unfortunately for you, this vibrating will keep up until we are sure you get there. But you won't be cuming anytime soon so don't even bother asking."

I stared at him in horror as he snapped his fingers again and the vibration of the cage increased in intensity. Gasping, I staggered and fell over onto the floor. In spite of knowing it wouldn't help,

I curled up into a ball and shook trying to escape from the crushing reality of my situation. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing and barely managed not to scream.

Nothing about my situation got any better as time went on. I lay there and writhed in a mix of desperate need and aching disappointment.

Wave after wave of pleasure surged through me again and again as my cock was vibrated by the tightly pressing cage. I pawed at it every now and again, but it did nothing. The feeling of my hand on the overly sensitized skin was far too much.

It would bring me to the edge of cumming way too fast. Only to have it pulled away from me at the very last second, where it receded just enough to the point where I thought I might get relief. Then it would ramp back up again and the whole pattern repeated.

Silas had left the room at some point, saying something to me about coming back but I hadn't been able to hear him. It didn't matter. Every moment felt like hours as I twisted and writhed in frustrated desperation.

When the door clicked back open and the vibrations stopped. I sobbed in relief. I lay there on the floor completely exhausted and overwhelmed. My entire body aches and I would have done anything to be allowed to simply cum and take off the cage. I knew better than to ask though and I remained silent, waiting for whatever new fresh torment.

"Come on now, up on your knees slut. Do you want to have an orgasm?" Silas said in a mocking tone.

I pushed my shaking arms and legs to move. My abs ached from the constant clenching and releasing and it was excruciating to move my body at all. But if there was a chance to get released, I would do nearly anything.

"Not too far now slut. Stay on your knees. You are going to suck my cock. If you manage to get me off in under five minutes, I will take the cage off for the night and I will let you cum. If you do it in under ten minutes. I will just let you cum. But if it takes any longer than that I am going to fuck your face to finish and you wont get your cage off or be given permission to cum."

Sucking cock again. The sixteenth one of my nights, I could do that. Five minutes? I had no idea but I was going to give it everything I had. I needed what he had promised.

I crawled over and knelt in front of the towering golden god of a man. I looked up at him and waited, not sure of how I should proceed. I was suddenly aware of how this would be far different from all of the other cocks I had sucked.

He would be able to see me, I would see him and he could reach me with his hands. It was another step further than I wanted to go. But that shame and humiliation I felt was nothing compared with the desperation I felt about the need to cum.

"Um... how should I start?" I mumbled, feeling incredibly stupid and hating that I needed to ask.

"Ask for permission to suck my cock."

It was only partially hard and it was already around six or seven inches long, thicker than my cock when it was fully hard. It was perfectly hairless and had the same evenly tanned golden skin tone as the rest of Silas's body.

In spite of myself I gasped when I saw it. It was just so damn impressive it was hard not to admire it.

"Yeah, I get that reaction a lot." Silas said with a laugh.

My face heated up and I struggled not to scream in frustration and anger. I wasn't into guys. Why the fuck was this happening to me? Why was I opening my mouth which was salivating? And why was I enjoying the smooth feeling of his shaft as I lifted the thick head to my lips?

Most of all why was I hoping that I could make him cum quickly, why did I want to hear him moan. Why didn't it bother me more, why did I instinctively swirl my tongue around the head and get spit to drip down his shaft so that my hands sliding down his length would have lubrication?

I did it because I had to. Because the world wasn't fair and Silas had given me a fucked up class. Because he had forced me into this situation.

Right?

But I knew it wasn't entirely true. I had been desperate. I had signed away my right to decide anything about my class without any kind of stipulations or expectation.

I was desperate, but I had known about Silas from rumors. I knew where he worked and what his primary business was. How had I not considered something like this as a possibility?

I bobbed my head forwards, closing my eyes as I did, trying to return to how things had been. How things were when I had been sucking cocks through the glory hole. I couldn't look Silas in the eyes while I did this.

My jaw ached as I had to open my mouth much further than normal. The head was so big I could barely get more than that in my mouth without gagging. Now that it was hard his cock was easily nine or ten inches long and incredibly thick. I stroked it for all I was worth and tried my best not to think about what I had been reduced to.

That didn't stop me from noticing that the taste of him was not unpleasant. I wasn't sure why but the smell wasn't terrible, I actually liked it. He smelled like expensive cologne and cigars.

However, those pleasant aspects couldn't entirely distract me from the absolutely humiliating position I was in. Cum splattered, naked, smooth shaved, cock in a cage, locked into a pair of high heels and kneeling choking on a massive cock while desperately stroking it with both hands.

It was nothing I could have ever even imagined myself doing in my wildest nightmares. The fact that my own cock pulsed with a deep ache, and I had this constant tension in my entire body that was screaming to be released, only made it worse.

Silas said nothing. I chanced opening my eyes briefly to look up at him after what felt like a few minutes. He met my eyes and gave me an amused smirk.

"Well, you already passed the first time limit, you aren't getting freed from that cage anytime soon. You should really try harder if you want to be allowed to cum. You only have another two minutes before that will be lost as well."

Panic gripped me as his words sunk in, I was losing. I couldn't let that happen. I had to get permission, I couldn't deal with a whole night feeling like this.

I pushed myself harder. I had to be like the girls I had seen in porn. I had to take his cock deeper, and had to find a way to make him cum.

Pushing myself forward further and faster, I gagged hard, the head of his cock slamming into the back of my throat. It was too big to go any deeper.

I gasped and spit on his shaft, stroking it with both hands. My efforts were frantic. As I watched him have little reaction to my efforts, I felt the crushing defeat looming over me.

But I kept pushing, the desperation making me ignore my own gagging and the tears that filled my eyes. I reached under and stroked his balls with one hand in a moment of inspiration. He twitched slightly in surprise but didn't react any more than that.

"Well, that's time. No reward for you then, slut," He said with an infuriating grin on his face.

I gasped and pulled back, breathing hard. My hand remained on his cock. I wiped at my eyes with the other one, clearing them of tears, which quickly returned. My stomach sank and the loss hit me.

"Please sir... I... I need to cum... the cage hurts..." I whimpered, begging for mercy.

"You lost the challenge, so no rewards for you. Now, I am just going to fuck your face to get this over with."

Silas reached out and, with an iron grip, he seized my hair and pulled me up, slapping me in the face with his cock.

I gasped and winced at the sharp pain of having my hair pulled that hard.

The head of his cock was roughly pushed into my mouth and it was shoved deep. The grip on my hair was unbreakable and it pushed me much further than I had imagined was even possible.

My body immediately panicked. I couldn't breathe, my stomach clenched and seized trying to throw up, but with my throat blocked, nothing could come up.

I slapped at his hips desperately, pushing to get him to let up, but I might as well have been slapping a stone statue for all the effect I had.

He pulled back, the head leaving my throat with a POP and a flood of spit and a chorus of gasping and coughing from me. But he only gave me a second before he slammed himself back into my throat once again.

Fighting him was useless as he started to fuck my face. I was an absolute fucking mess, snot, spit, remnants of makeup and tears covered my entire face and chest.

My head was spinning and everything felt floaty as I was only able to breathe small gasps of air between the punishing thrusts of the massive cock choking me out.

SLAP, splat. I reeled back and was pulled up short by the grip on my hair and it took a second or two for me to realize what had happened. He had slapped me, then spit in my face.

"Watch the fucking teeth slut. Keep that fucking mouth open wide. Be a good fuck hole," He growled at me before tugging me back onto my knees and shoving his cock back into my throat once again.

I felt so incredibly small and worthless. Why did he have to slap me? Was spitting in my face really necessary, was I really so weak that I would just let him do that without fighting back? Would I just let him keep using my face like this?

The answer I realized was yes. I had no choice, it was pointless to fight. It would just mean he would likely hurt me even more. This was my place, what my class told me I should be doing.

The shame burned in me. I hated everything about this. The worst part was that my body seemed to ignore how angry and humiliated I was and continued to respond like a fucking slut.

My cock pulsed and ached, straining against the cage. Every part of my body still tingled with the lingering energy from having been edged over and over again for who knew how long. I hated that in spite of being abused this way, my body still was begging to cum.

Silas suddenly sped up his thrusts, slamming deep into my throat over and over again. He never managed to get more than half of his cock into my mouth, but it wasn't for lack of trying. My throat felt bruised, my jaw ached from being held open so wide, my head hurt from having my hair pulled, my knees ached from the hard floor. But none of that was as bad as the emotional damage.

My vision darkened around the edges. I weakly pushed at his hips with a hand. I heard Silas groan and shove himself as deep as possible and hold my head in place.

A blast of cum shooting down my throat. It stirred me into action. The feeling of the hot liquid filling my throat was indescribable. I pushed and pulled at him, trying to escape his grasp with no success. The second blast of cum followed and also shot directly down my throat. That was followed by a third.

My vision had narrowed down to a very small tunnel, all of the edges black when Silas finally released his grip on my hair. I fell backwards onto the ground coughing weakly and gasping as my lungs desperately sucked in air.

I lay there on the floor, my whole body aching and trembling as a massive and overpowering surge of mana hit me. The flickers of notifications popped up as well but I wasn't able to process that at the moment. This was the result of swallowing Silas's cum.

It felt absolutely incredible, all of it became a surging wave of pleasure that pushed me towards orgasm, but inevitably came to smash against the wall of magic that held me back from that last precious release.

I moaned and twitched, my hands going to my caged cock and tugging at it. My rational mind was not in control of anything I was doing any longer. All I cared about was cumming and what I needed to do to get there.

The wave of mana pulsed and the wave crashed against the barrier, again and again. My body shook and spasmed with every wave.

"PLEASE! Please sir let me cum!" I wailed, not caring at all about how absolutely depraved I sounded. It didn't matter that he had just fucked my face, that he had forced me to swallow his cum. I needed release.

The waves began to subside slowly, leaving me a gasping and achingly frustrated mess on the floor.

"No. You didn't earn it. You will have to do better tomorrow. But hey look at that, the experience boost is really doing work for you."

I felt mana move within me and I blinked away the tears of pain and frustration. I was barely holding back a scream of rage. I stared despondently at the screens that had popped up, wondering what fresh hell would be put upon me as a result of the system now.

Shaped by Desire - Class skill has reached level 2

Alterations to your body are being applied and will be finalized after twelve hours

What the hell did that even mean? I struggled to understand but it didn't seem to be affecting me immediately. My mind couldn't even consider it with everything else that was happening to me.

"This is great. Keeping you caged and edged like this will make leveling your skills and your class go much faster. Now get up, get dressed if you can and follow me. I'll take you to your room."

His words were almost meaningless to me. I was so tired and overwhelmed that I was only able to understand every other word or so. I did get what he had told me to do, and felt a faint sense of dread.

I slowly got to my feet. With shaky hands, I pulled my panties up. The feeling of the silky fabric on my tortured balls and cage made me twitch and gasp. I took the dress off the hook and slipped it on, moving entirely mechanically and by instinct.

Following Silas after that became a blur. He took me up a set of stairs when I struggled to get up with my trembling legs and heels. He opened a door and handed me a key, and pointed out that a sandwich had been brought for me along with a large bottle of water, which were both on a small table in the one room place.

It was lightly furnished. The main thing being a simple looking dresser, a small table, a single matching chair, and a full sized bed with plain white sheets. The window on the other side of the room overlooked an alley and had a thin white curtain over it.

There was a small bathroom with nice large bathtub and expansive countertop and sink with a massive mirrored wall. There was also a small kitchen area, a countertop with a built-in stove, microwave, sink and half fridge along with several drawers and a pair of matching cabinets over top. It was easily the cleanest and nicest apartment I had ever been in.

"Here you are. This room is yours, you will need to pay off the cost of the items here and will need to pay rent monthly. But it is entirely yours as long as you do. I suggest that you eat, clean up and relax. I will be back around noon tomorrow which will be when the experimentation and leveling will start again. Sweet dreams."

Silas gave me a light swat on the ass, which made me jump slightly in shock and stare at him as he left.

The moment the door shut, I staggered over to it and looked for locks, clicking them shut and then falling against the wall. I slid down to the floor, where I finally let go of the control I had been holding over myself.

I sobbed. My whole body shook and trembled. I was fully ugly crying and it wasn't going to stop any time soon.

My mind raced trying to compartmentalize everything I had experienced that day. The loss of my skills, the class that had been forced on me, the lack of control, the humiliation of understanding the position I had been put in, of having to suck cocks, to swallow cum, to confront the fact that my body seemed to be primed to enjoy doing these kinds of things in spite of my mind screaming that this wasn't right.

I thought about how Silas had treated me, had used me, caged me, hurt me. How my body had responded to all of that mistreatment. How even now, I knew if he returned I would have happily sucked him off again if it meant he would let me cum.

Time passed as I lay there on the floor. My sobbing slowed down as I wore myself out. I tried to reach a point of acceptance with my situation.

My stomach rumbled and I remembered the sandwich that had been left for me. I suddenly remembered how hungry and thirsty I was.

The call of hunger finally got me to my feet. I staggered over on aching feet which were still trapped in the heels. I flopped down into the chair and pulled the plate over in front of me, ignoring the fact that I still had dried cum and spit all over my face and hands. It hardly mattered to me at that point after everything I had endured.

The sandwich was amazing. The lettuce and tomato seemed incredibly fresh. This wasn't some processed slop from a factory, or some bland summoned basic sustenance provided by mana type shit. This was real food, expensive where I came from.

I savored every last bite and drank over half the bottle of water in one go before pausing to think about it. Who could have made it or where it came from? I didn't really care at that moment and I felt a small resurgence of energy in my body after finally eating something other than cum.

I used that energy to head into the bathroom and start a shower. I put it on the hottest water I could and I stayed under the delightfully scalding and powerful spray for far longer than necessary.

Eventually I cleaned myself, using the soaps from the basket Mimi had given me earlier. Wearing heels and a cage made things really strange. But the heels seemed to shed water as if it wasn't even there. I could fully submerge them and as soon as I pulled them out of the water, they were perfectly dry. I had never had any enchanted clothing or shoes before. I was pretty sure that these were the last kind of shoes I had expected to wear.

Relieving myself was a strange and humiliating experience. I had to sit down and carefully aim the cage in order to go. Though washing myself was strangely easy, the enchantment on the cage legt it perfectly waterproof. It allowed water to flow under it and out of it letting me fully wash myself thankfully.

I had been given one single thin towel which was barely enough to dry off with.

Once I was done I stumbled over to my new bed. I didn't have any other clothing aside from the dress and panties so I opted for simply laying down on the bed and wrapping the sheet around myself. The feeling of my cage and heels which both remained locked on me was distracting but I was so incredibly tired that it barely mattered. As soon as I laid my head on the one pillow I had been given I drifted off to sleep in seconds.

STATUS

Name: Remi Henshin

Age: 20

Class: Arcane Whore - level 2

Class Aspects (2/3 revealed)

Consuming Pleasure - Tier 1

Permission for Pleasure - Tier 1 - (x10 exp bonus active)

Class Abilities (2/8)

Shaped by Desire - level 2

Clean and Safe - level 1

General Skills (0/8)

none

Bonded Items

System Control Cuff - Requires command word to remove

System Credits: 73