The Iron-Thighed Knight and Snow White's Ploy
A few minutes earlier, as I was about to step out, Goju, who had been rummaging through the underground prison, handed me a strange piece of paper. When I tilted my head at it, he shot me a pitiful look and screeched.
"Paper?"
"It's not just any paper! This is a geas!"
Anyway, when I said, "Geas? Isn't that the succubus thing?", Goju shook his head vigorously and explained.
"This is a different kind of geas! It's a magic tool, a type of artifact that humans created by imitating succubus geases!"
"Hmm? But if they imitated it, why haven't we seen it in modern times? Everyone would be walking around with slaves if it worked, and even I had no idea something like this existed."
Urging him to explain more, Goju screeched loudly.
"This geas only takes effect with the consent of both parties! It was probably originally made to unilaterally suppress someone, but no one-sided spell or magic like that could be created without a price! In the end, it's basically a slave contract, so it likely faded away due to costs and inefficiency!"
"Aha, so in a way, it's a failure?"
"Exactly! So anyway, Boss? Why are you taking that?"
"Give me a pen, ink, and seal."
"?"
He had just called it a failure, but when I said I was taking it anyway, Goju looked puzzled but handed them over without complaint since it was an order from the boss.
"I think I can do something fun with this."
Hehe, just shove it right up her pussy! A few minutes later, the most depraved stamp in the history of this contract was applied.
I immediately shoved the contract in Veronica's face and gave her my first monumental order. It wasn't anything special—just sit on that abandoned triangle horse over there.
"…"
Veronica said nothing. She'd probably already steeled herself. Something like, My body no longer belongs to me anyway.
"Hmph, looks like you've picked up some erotic book somewhere. Making me sit on something this filthy."
"…"
How'd she know? For Silveryia, Goju had hastily assembled it from nearby furniture, which at best looked like balance beams or parallel bars. But this was the real deal, something you'd only see in an SM club. The rust-proof iron chains, the gleaming triangle horse that looked freshly greased despite years of neglect, and all the whips, candles, and other tools around—it was obvious this place was for training or breaking slaves. So who the hell built this underground prison?
"Honestly, doesn't matter."
Who cares? As long as it's a sturdy tool that won't break, I can thank some ancient soul from long ago and just use it. Sure, human sex lives have always evolved toward more stimulation, but in a fantasy underground dungeon like this? I'm grateful it exists—who made it is irrelevant.
Anyway, I had her sit on the triangle horse since it was visible. Huh? I figured she'd quickly succumb to the shame and the stimulation grinding her pussy, but she looked perfectly fine—peaceful, even. Her eyes bored into me like she was dying of boredom, sneering, "What's with that face?"
Even as she openly mocked me, I couldn't retort. Why? Because...
"You're not human, are you? You're an orc!"
"Insolent cur."
Veronica wasn't sitting on the triangle horse right now. What do I mean? Her birth pussy wasn't touching it.
"No female thighs that out like this?!"
Is this even possible? She looks like a plump married woman with a bit more muscle than Silveryia, but did I underestimate her compressed muscles?
"Not tired?"
"From this?"
She even threw it back at me like, That all you got? Normally, the design makes thigh-clenching impossible, but here was a monster defying physics with pure physicality. I thought she'd eventually tire and slump down, crotch-spread on it.
"I've been waiting an hour with that thought!"
With that physique, how many squats per minute could she crank out? I'd underestimated the knight who'd spent her life slicing monsters beyond human norms. Those novels where they just plop down and piss themselves? Total bullshit. I needed a plan.
My plan amid this: "Fuck, this is turning me on so bad, for real."
Her taut, impressive abs clenching as she powered her thighs—it was insanely hot. Her whole body tensed, yet she looked unfazed.
"Hmph, did you think a childish toy like this could break me?"
"Yeah, you bitch! Shut up!"
Pride kept me from grabbing her shoulders and forcing her down. She'd been dominating that horse without twitching for an hour—would she even sit if I tried? Pokémon terms: The orc wilted and couldn't force Veronica down.
"Seriously, you're not human—you're some alchemist's chimera, right?"
"?"
Not a drop of sweat. Total superhuman! No chance of my fantasy "Nngh, pussy juices flowing~" either. No way a deadlift beast squatting 600kg for reps thinks horny thoughts (personal opinion). Her serene face said she'd do this all day without sitting. I felt like a kid throwing a tantrum... Wait. Kid?
"Ah!"
A mini meltdown in my brain sparked an idea. Why'd I forget? It wasn't just me, Veronica, Goju, and Silveryia in this prison!
"Heh heh..."
"?"
Even as the orc staring at her shifted from frustrated to sly and lecherous, Veronica just glanced sideways in mild curiosity—no real worry about what I'd do.
"Come to think of it, it's not just me, you, and your daughter here—there's one more female."
"What?"
Veronica flinched. Yeah, she already guessed. Though we'd met recently, she'd picture that innocent girl who looked just like her daughter! Proof: her eternally steady body trembled slightly after an hour of endurance.
Seizing the moment, I reclaimed control!
"Why? Keep holding like that."
"Don't touch that child!"
"What? Why would I?"
"Promise me—"
"That only applies to your daughter. Not that little sow."
After watching Veronica for a while, I stood, opened the cell door.
"Wait there. I'll be right back."
"W-Wait! Where are you going?!"
Ignoring her shouts, I stepped into the corridor. 'Daddy!' My daughter Snow White, who'd been hiding nearby watching, beamed at me. She gestured vaguely since words might be weird... I nodded to say I got it. Her excited face suddenly paled; she grabbed a nearby sharp iron rod.
Then, simultaneously:
"R-Release Lady Veronica!!! You evil orc!!!"
"Eek?!"
Snow White lunged with a trembling voice, stabbing for show—but convincingly enough that I dodged narrowly, backing up until we were visible to Veronica peering through the bars at the commotion.
Clang!
"You cheeky bitch!"
"Kyaa!"
"Snow White!!"
I snatched the rod that grazed my gut, drawing blood, flung it away, grabbed Snow White's hair, and hurled her into Veronica's cell. Veronica, who'd been enjoying our "lively" duel from the triangle horse, gaped in horror as Snow White tumbled in.
Alright, now it's Orc phase 2!