Log inGallows Humors, Gallows Duties Ch 2
Ch 2, lemme know what y'all think.
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I lay in bed staring at the ceiling of my very own apartment in my very own Demiplane. Iris was currently using me as her personal hug pillow, but I was okay with this, because she was warm, soft, and smelled nice.
I felt mini-me twitch, and quickly got my head out of the gutter. There would be time for indulgence, later.
I had decided to take a couple days off to destress and decompress. Being a D-Class under the SCP Foundation was far from an idyllic job. The bi-weekly sessions of utter mortal danger with an utter idiot for a partner and Steven had played merry hell on my adrenal system. Nothing Body Tune-Up hadn’t fixed, along with Iris’ slight paunch from living in a tiny cell for the last few years.
We were out. I had time to myself.
And I was going to one of the DC universes. Because Death had heard from a friend in the Thinker Division that Darkseid in that neck of the multiverse may very well suss out the Anti-Life equation and go on a rampage. A rampage that would affect the balance of life, death, and rebirth, and subsequently incapacitate several of the Company’s resource and warehouse worlds in that neck of the multiversal woods.
As such, my mission was to explode Apokolips, literally blow it to dust and echoes, killing or capturing Darkseid would net me a bonus.
Downside, the guy would know someone who was an actual threat had arrived in-universe and was gunning for him.
I didn’t have any particular time limit to get started, but the sooner the better. I was free to go about my mission however I saw fit. And I would not be allowed to leave the universe until I finished, on pain of losing my Agent status. My demi-plane or DC caused shenanigans being the only exception.
Death was also going to record the whole thing, It was hoping to broadcast my misadventures as a show in an attempt to back a recent movement of more wholesome entertainment across the Company. Apparently the boss of one of the Mes across the multiverse tried that and it went quite well for him. Bastard.
Iris and I were to be inserted in Gotham. Purely because the place was such a hellhole of corruption that it resonated with the multiversal quantum wavelength of the Company, making insertion easier. I was also required to have two MILFs, or MILF equivalents, and one girl who could pass off as daughter to one of them. Both because Company Informatics said I was more stable with some waifus to my name, and because oyakodon was the favorite kink of my direct liaison between Death and I.
Fuckin’…
At least I managed to sneak in a clause to keep a measure of creative control in the way my Retinue and I would be portrayed in the resulting show. Knowing the average Slutlife Entertainment editor, it’d be awful if I didn’t edit the first couple of drafts myself.
If things went particularly well, I might be able to Stamp the whole of the Justice League. Giving them all a boost in power and gaining an obscene amount of Credits. Win win. Once I had that and killed Darkseid, I might even be able to use their fame and goodwill to charter the world as a Company World, that would net me a tidy profit. DC worlds were popular for that. This was a wonderful plan.
With no negative repercussions.
Perhaps it was a little hypocritical of me to think of the ways I could uplift the neglected and brutal hellscape less than a day after berating Lee for his foolhardy desire to do the same to an SCP Universe.
But unlike him, I didn’t exactly have a damn choice in the matter! I was looking for silver linings, not trying to swallow literal Solar Units of flesh-melting poison!
Iris stirred in her sleep, and I forced myself to reign in my emotions.
Darkseid was strong, but he wasn’t the type I could swarm, the Justice League could only just keep him at bay. A group of Waifus would only be a hindrance to me. I’d need to become individually powerful enough to take the bastard on, hence the whole Stamping the Justice League.
Were they my slaves? Yes, but that put their safety and happiness at the top of my priority list. As I saw it, it was my foremost duty to make them so happy and fulfilled and loved that, if the Stamp were ever removed, they’d stick with me by choice because nothing of circumstance would have changed.
And taking them to fight fucking Darkseid was the exact opposite of keeping them safe.
Besides, my work in one of the Company’s foundry worlds was…fortuitous. After all, I had blueprints from a universe that saw hell worlds worse than Apokolips, and said hold my beer before exploding them.
I had a good chance, and I didn’t need to fight Darkseid, that would just be gravy. I’d need to keep that in mind.
I brought my thoughts back under control. I had an okay amount of Company Credits thanks to my graduation, the bonus from my Work Contract which I didn’t have to use up getting a Template for my final exam, the universe I was headed to was relatively low risk for DC, so I didn’t have as much of a budget as I’d prefer. Which was bullshit because with the Darkseid after me, I would need every goddamn Resistance, but if I wanted a proper seed of power, I’d need to splurge on my early potential.
But as far as putting together a team…I resolved myself to wait until Iris was awake. She deserved to have an input over who would join my harem. After all, they would be the sisters I had promised her.
I’d just left out the caveat that they’d be her sister-wives.
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I woke up to a pair of lips inexpertly nibbling at my own. Not a bad feeling to wake up to if I were to be entirely honest.
I wrapped my arms around the blonde head of hair on top of me, and took advantage of her surprised squeak to deepen the kiss.
On a whim, I used my HUD to purchase Sticky Fingers. Allowing me instinctive knowledge of how to give the best mind blowing sex to anyone I was involved with.
I then turned over so she was beneath me and had no choice but to swallow our mingled spit.
Still, I didn’t want to overwhelm the poor girl, so I kept the kiss fairly slow as I held one of her hands and intertwined our fingers together, my other hand roaming her supple curves. Enjoying her as she slowly got more and more heated.
My patience running ragged, I pulled her pajama bottoms down, then ran my fingers over her moist pussy, causing her to gasp and moan into my mouth, her legs parting and her hips rising to increase contact between us.
Never one to need much of an invitation, I sunk a finger into her very tight tunnel and slowly worked to stretch her out. Her free hand gripping my forearm tightly, yet putting up no resistance, occasionally pulling on it, trying to force my finger deeper.
She might not be able to talk with my tongue in her mouth, but the lady most certainly had a talent for nonverbal communication. Over the next twenty minutes, I worked my finger deeper, loosening her until I could fit a second, my thumb playing gently with her clit the entire time.
She mewled as I brought her to the edge and kept her there, my hand becoming liberally covered in her essence.
I ended the kiss and pulled back to enjoy her frustrated face, tears at the corners of her eyes. “I…I can’t.” She gasped, wriggling her lower body in an attempt to increase friction between her groin and my fingers. “I want to...I…”
“You have to ask permission to come, Iris.” I rumbled gently into her ear.
The girl, half crazed from desire and denied need, put up no resistance. “Please, let me come Mister Janitor.”
I chuckled and bit her ear, making her squeak and shudder. “No points for half answers. Say my name right when you ask permission.”
She moaned in frustration and pushed her hips harder against my hand. “Please Mister Alex, please let me come!”
I kissed her again and wrestled with her tongue while I gave her clit the soft but firm strokes it needed to send her over the edge. She half moaned half squealed as she squirted over my hand, her whole body going rigid as her tunnel milked my fingers. I held her tightly through her climax, then ended the kiss when she relaxed.
I leaned back and enjoyed the sight of the trembling, half-naked girl blissed out next to me.
She had been very sheltered, taken into custody by the foundation while in the tail of her formative years, and allowed zero access to anything to do with her naughty bits that wasn’t a biology textbook. The girl before me could best be described as a blank slate.
I had the feeling that training her kinks to what I enjoyed would go well.
I took the liberty of removing her top to properly enjoy the sight of her tits, their hypnotic movement as she heaved for breath drawing my eyes like iron filings to a magnet.
I put a couple pillows beneath her hips, took off my own clothes, and began to run my cock along her slit. It was not long before I was dripping with her arousal.
The sensation sent a shiver up her spine, making her blink and look down, her eyes widening at the sight of my dick resting over her. She squeaked. “Is that even going to fit?”
Before body tune-up, I’d had a cock that ran just a hair under six inches. I’d used the opportunity to get mini-me to a girthy eight. Comfortably above average, not so long as to cause too much trouble for the ladies.
Hopefully.
Still, the look of mingled excitement and fear on Iris’ face was pure endorphins for my ego.
“Just relax.” I said, placing a hand on her mons and holding one of her legs by the back of the knee with the other. “Concentrate on enjoying yourself, I’ll do all the hard work this time.”
And with a firm thrust, I pushed the head of my dick inside her, along with my first inch.
She did the exact opposite of relaxing, her channel clamping down hard on me in a most delightful way. I stroked her legs and belly while I waited for her to relax, slowly pushing into her a quarter inch at a time until the head of my dick was firmly pressed against her deepest point, taking up all the space inside her and leaving me with one inch free to the air.
Not much of a hindrance, though I’d have to be careful not to push that last inch in.
“How are you feeling?” I asked the sweaty, panting mess beneath me.
“F-Full. But it feels good.” She answered between pants. And I had to restrain myself from going full jackhammer on the girl and likely ruining the experience for her.
That would come later, when she was experienced enough to enjoy that. For now, I began to circle her clit while pumping in and out at a gentle, steady rhythm.
Her moans climbed steadily in volume and pitch, and it wasn’t long before she came, her tunnel milking me from near the base to my tip buried as far as it went inside her.
“You forgot to ask permission.” I chastised once she’d come down, and lightly pinched one of her pert nipples in ‘punishment.’
Iris moaned a somewhat slurred. “Sorry.” As I continued, picking up the peace.
With my enhanced ministrations, she soon begged permission to come, her face aflame. I chuckled, and granted it, and gently brought her to her third climax.
I leaned over her, taking advantage of her hazy state to change position, bringing her legs together and resting her calves on my shoulder. Once she was cognizant, I leaned forward, took hold of one of her breasts, and said. “Feel free to come as much as you like.” And set a fast pace.
The poor girl was soon overwhelmed, but the screaming didn’t start until I moved a hand down to her mons and played with her clit. When she came, I didn’t stop, the overstimulation causing her to convulse, her bunched hands making a mess of the bedding, but with the firm grip I had on her legs, there was little she could do as I took my pleasure.
Once I felt myself get close, I paced my rhythm so we’d finish at the same time. I let go of her legs and leaned over her so I could lock lips and lick her unresisting tongue. This time, when she came, her channel milking my dick set me off, I buried myself inside her almost to the hilt and held her tight. She screamed into my mouth as her hands took hold of my shoulders and held on, her whole body shuddering against mine as she rode her climax.
When mine ended, I turned us over so she could rest, splayed on top of me. I ran my hands through her blonde tresses, enjoying the trembling of her soft, supple body atop mine.
On a whim, I bought Sexual Calibration, removing my refractory period. And quickly grew to full mast, still nearly balls deep in Iris. She moaned and squeezed down on me, then bit my shoulder when I took firm hold of her buttocks and began to pump her hips up and down my length. Enjoying her every hiss and moan as she muffled them against my chest.
I didn’t try nearly as hard to hold back my climax this time, so as I used her for my pleasure, the pressure in my balls built quickly and it wasn’t long before I had shot my second load into Iris who shuddered as I pulsated inside her. I ground her against me, stimulating her clit and sending her over the edge with a surprised squeak when I pushed the tip of a finger dripping with her essence into her anus.
I let her pussy massage my length, then lay back and enjoyed the way she squirmed as I played with her back hole. I could all but feel her confusion, her surprise, and her shame. But she didn’t tell me to stop as she buried her furiously blushing face against my chest. Besides, her pussy spasmed deliciously as she writhed.
Still, while having her massage my length felt great, it wasn’t long before I had her face down and ass up, rutting her like a wild animal as Iris grunted and occasionally moaned, her pussy clamping down on me when she came as I played with her clit.
When she begged me to stop, I lifted her up, licked the tears off her face, then kissed her deeply, swallowing her screams. Building her up to a final, big climax that had her screaming and squirting all over the bed, her body spasming at the overstimulation I forced onto her as I kept slamming into her, until, burying myself inside her as deeply as she could take me, I erupted, biting her neck to muffle my groan as I held her body tightly against mine as she shuddered and convulsed in my embrace before falling limp.
I set her gently down on the bed, the sheets and mattress squishing with our fluids, and withdrew from her. And finally, mini-me did not rise back up for more.
That Sexual Calibration perk was wild.
“Phew! I’m beat, want some water?” I asked, only for the girl to ignore me. “Iris?”
Turning her over, I saw that she had passed out.
Hmmm…I may have gone a tad overboard there.
Hmmm…hmm…yeah, that’s suboptimal.
I was going to have to make it up to her.
With pancakes. Girls love pancakes.
Just not in bed, because the bed right now was nasty, and the auto-cleaning perk would not work while it was occupied with a blissed out girl leaking semen onto it.
And moving her anywhere else would result in that being stained instead.
Hmmm…definitely suboptimal.
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Once Iris woke up, I helped her take a shower. I then led the blushing girl to the kitchen, her walk distinctly weak at the knees. I busied myself at the kitchen, forced to use pancake mix like a barbarian because the individual ingredients were not made available until I upgraded my demi-plane into a home.
Which I would, eventually, it became significantly more expensive mere months before I finished my work contract.
Iris spent the time looking at me and blushing, then looking to the wall-length window showing a high-rise view of the Zakera Ward in the Citadel, the massive space station rotating slowly on its own axis, in a few hours, one of the other arms would block out the sun and send the ward into ‘night.’
The pancakes were alright, but going by the look on Iris’ face as she ate, they were heavenly. I threw the leftovers in the fridge, washed the dishes, bent Iris over the table and took her from behind for a round of lovemaking, then cuddled with her on the couch while I browsed Slutlife Cable.
Thankfully, it wasn’t all porn and dumbass reality TV. Though the Harem genre was definitely over-represented.
And, upside of working for the Company; the harem anime often resulted in threesomes, orgies, and surprisingly little harem-related drama. Though one of the few actually good shows available was all about inter-harem politicking.
Halfway through the show, I took Iris from behind again, timing my thrusts to the lovemaking on the screen. Something that, judging by the way she tightened up, definitely got her motor running.
After cuddling through another few episodes. I explained the situation.
I told her that when next she saw me, I’d be in a different, younger body. So if she wanted to get any more fun with mature me, she’d need to get it out of the way now.
The way her face went tomato red was adorable. She surprised me however, when she took that as prompting to kneel in front of me and take my dick into her mouth just like in the show we’d just finished watching.
I sat back and crossed my arms behind my head.
I wasn’t in too much of a hurry.
