Lewd Dungeon, Chapter 242

Chapter 242 – Sorting the Inbox

Eventually, of course, playtime had to end. We were, after all, both busy gods, and our flocks needed us. But there was just one thing that needed to be done, before I dismissed Pofmis, allowing her to scurry away from me.

As she stood naked before me, I couldn’t help but admire her beauty. It would be so much fun to possess her, to break her. But I couldn’t afford such pleasures just yet. She had too many allies for me to do anything precipitous, and I needed to look at the bigger picture. No, instead I would play the long game, and break her by inches.

Still, it had to be said that the look of shame on Pofmis’s face as she tried to avoid meeting my eyes while on display for me, with the combined juices of our playtime dribbling down her thighs, was plenty rewarding in its own right. Yes, I very much loved the look of shame and embarrassment on her face, as she tried to cover herself. But it was nothing compared to her expression when I showed her the one article of clothing she would need to wear for the duration of her sentence.

The item she would be forced to wear was, simply put, a chastity belt with a thong back, made of shining steel, so that it would not look out of place if she wore her armor, but large enough that she could not just put the armor on over it. Of course, it wasn’t just a chastity belt. Two remote controlled dildoes shaped like my penis were attached to the inside, so that, for the duration of her sentence, she would be plugged up, and subject to any ‘encouragement’ I gave her.

Thankfully, the remote worked across the planes, and at great distances, since it had a divine connection. So, any time I wished, I could turn the vibrators on, and adjust their speed. And, with magic, one didn’t need to worry about dead batteries. Pofmis was less than pleased when I explained this to her, as I locked the chastity belt in place, as one would expect.

She was even less pleased when I informed her that the lock was enchanted, so that, should anyone attempt to remove the belt or pick the lock without the key, it would apply a [Slave Brand] on her. Worse, it would also attempt to brand the person trying to help her. Then, it would try and teleport them both to my side. It was a brute force approach to anti-tamper systems, but it worked.

But, as I said, it was time for me to return to my other responsibilities. So, I handed her a bag with the remains of her armor and other gear, opened a portal for her, and slapped her on the ass one last time before allowing the goddess to leave. Pofmis scurried away, only to realize a second too late that I had opened the portal to one of the public face-to-face lounge areas in GodNet, and that she was wearing only the chastity belt I’d given her. I offered one last wave to her, and the other gods in the lounge, before shutting the portal. Let her deal with the fallout of that little embarrassment.

With a thought, I returned my consciousness to my dungeon. It had been almost ten days since I’d last looked in on things with my full attention, but fortunately things seemed to be running smoothly. The automated systems were working, and my pets were all well-practiced at their jobs by now.

There were, however, a few things that demanded my attention. There were meeting requests from Miguel, and the Ambassador. Both of them wanted to talk about what I’d been up to for the last week. That made sense, so I sent a quick message offering to meet them at the Miami guild building in a couple hours.

Next was a few notes from my disciples at the Church in Swamptown. There had actually been a couple marriage/enslavement ceremonies, as well as a celebration of the anniversary of the Dungeon’s opening, which included a swinger’s orgy. That was interesting, since I hadn’t created any ceremony like that, but rather it was an example of my flock taking my ‘teachings’ and running with them.

That kind of thing should be encouraged, in my opinion. So, I used a brief burst of power, and gave each of the participants a bit of extra charisma temporarily. The boost would only last twenty-four hours, and wasn’t exactly major, just a couple points, but it would show to them that I approved of their actions.

Next, there was a request from… the White House? Oh, it looked like the new President wanted to have a chat. Reasonable, since I’d gained so much power since the Apocalypse, and was, technically, based inside the borders of the United States. Plus, there was the whole bit with handing over warships to them and the other countries after Pofmis’s fleet got too close to my base.

So, yeah, there was no surprise that they wanted to have a chat. I guess the bigger surprise was that they hadn’t reached out before now. But then, I wasn’t exactly the type of person that would typically be listed amongst her supporters. In fact, I’m pretty sure she and her backers hated a lot of what I promoted.

As if that wasn’t enough of a public relations hot potato, then there was the little fact that I was limited in where I could manifest outside of my dungeon. I couldn’t go to the White House unless they put in a shrine, or one of my believers invoked me, both of which were ‘problematic’. Her coming to my dungeon, likewise, was also out of the question. The President had to consider their image and precedent when going to visit someone, after all. They represented more than just their own interests while they were in office.

However, it seemed that some bright bulb in the President’s staff had come up with a workaround for that. The warship they’d gotten from me had been renamed the USS Raven, and it looked as though they were in the process of refitting it to be as faith-neutral as possible. The shrine room was still intact, but it looked as though they were going all in on stripping the gold out of there and making it look more like a real navy ship. The message said that the President would be conducting an inspection of the ship in a few days, and asked if I could meet while I was there.

The fact that she was actually reaching out to me was enough to spark my interest, but then I heard about the topic, and I was hooked. Apparently, one of the things she’d campaigned on was finding a way to reign in misinformation and outright lies pretending to be news. So, there was a press reform bill she was putting together, to send to Congress. But there was a bunch of pushback, for obvious reasons. People didn’t like the idea of one of their more convenient tools for swaying the ignorant masses getting taken away from them.

But I had a lot of sway, and was getting more. While I hadn’t made any political moves, I wasn’t blind to the fact that I was one of the rising powers in this post-apocalypse world. And the President’s people knew it, too. Moreover, they knew that I had a thing about always telling the truth. It was one of the main things people knew about me.

But I was also a wild card, and I knew that, too. They didn’t know what to make of me. So, they wanted to sound me out on this one issue where we might get along, while trying to figure out what kind of relationship we might have in the future.

So far, so good. And the equation on who to send was simple, as well. Anyone under a cabinet member, and I’d simply have one of my underlings meet them. But if they wanted the most impact, then the meeting needed to be at the topmost level.

I sent word that I would be happy to meet with the President on the appointed day, and turned to the next bit of correspondence I needed to deal with. I had a bunch of new followers amongst dungeons, since my stepping in to stop that crusade was becoming known. I also had a bunch of messages from the DEN from other dungeons, trying to sound me out, and get some information on my godly persona, since they knew that Kuronoth came from the Forbidden Chambers of Exotic Pleasures dungeon. Nothing critical, like the prayer that had taken me out to the Labyrinth of the Dishonored Knight dungeon, so I took my time and worked through them.

It seemed that there were plenty of dungeons who might not be looking for a god to follow, but were definitely looking for some protection against the other gods, and their followers. Dungeons did not usually have much protection if a crusade was called against one. Sure, the crusading church might get a fine or some kind of sanctions if they couldn’t give a good reason for killing the ‘rogue’, but that didn’t make the dungeon any less dead.

With a patron, however, the dungeon at least had someone in its corner, willing to back them against hostile churches. It meant that a church had to think twice before calling the crusade, because there might be larger forces at play. That gave them some security, which I was only too happy to provide.

Thankfully, I’d standardized the ‘dungeon shrine’ setup for my church, so any dungeon dedicating a shrine to me just needed to indicate that, and my shrine would grow, and give my godly self a view of the location. That meant I didn’t need to visit each dungeon, which was good, because the number was growing pretty rapidly. Dungeons getting added to my portfolio was already drawing more dungeons to my faith.

Next, there were some questions on GodNet, since the rumors were flying fast about me, especially after I dumped Pofmis in the middle of a talk on traditional values, it seemed. I acknowledged the thanks and congratulations from some gods for taking her down a peg, and set some conversations aside for later. I wanted to think about the answers to some of the questions they asked before saying anything.

Speaking of gods, I owed a favor to Athtar, Kou, and Selphie from the poker game. They didn’t have any presence on Earth, and they weren’t enemies of mine, so I didn’t have any problems helping them out. Making friends would help cover for the enemies I made.

But who to introduce them to? Well, there were a couple easy answers. So, I sent word to the three gods that, if they sent a priest to Earth, I would put them in touch with someone who would likely be receptive to their faith. All three quickly responded that they had people on the way. Excellent.

That caught up on my inbox, or at least the important things, that didn’t get filtered out as spam. It was amusing getting the same ‘grow 3-10 inches’ emails I got as a mortal when I was a dungeon who could shape my avatar as I pleased. That didn’t stop me from adding those messages to my spam filter, of course. Nor did it stop me from offering the email addresses they came from to those of my people with hacking skills to ‘play’ with.

But, with the backlog cleared, I was free to pay more attention to my dungeon itself. And, to my great pleasure, I saw that a team had made it all the way to the twelfth floor, and had made it through the first round of the arena. It looked as though they would triumph in the second round, too, meaning I’d be able to test them personally.

With a smile, I transferred my consciousness to the arena, taking the place of the clone that had been sitting there, and prepared.