Greed God chapter 85

January 28th 2016 Palace of Debauchery 10:00 AM EDT

It  was getting inconvenient how magic users blacked out when I came inside  them. Like, in terms of fun factor watching some crazy magic bitch  orgasm her brains out on my dick was a blast and felt great, but  practically given my location I ended up having to carry Strega to my  car and dump her in the back. I made a mental note to upgrade this car,  preferably with some stain resistance because I absolutely didn't want  to have to clean the inevitable cumstains of my seats. Luckily in this  particular case I didn't have to because Strega's long ass dress was   enough fabric to protect my seats.

I expected to be  stopped or bothered on the way out, but literally none of the half breed  angels or demonspawn in Midnite's place were interested in the brain  fried fuck drunk sorceress over my shoulder, so I supposed we could have  picked a worse place to fuck. Raven, unfortunately, was gone, but I  wasn't expecting her to reach out anytime soon. Mammon's rep would need  to be much bigger before she would even consider the possibility of me  being a viable resource. In the meantime I could just go and plow that  big tittied hooker to scratch my goth itch if I needed it. She certainly  seemed to enjoy my attention.

In any case getting her  back to my place was easy enough, and I was able to carry her inside  without bothering either of my baby mamas. Judging by the banging and  the curses Waylon was testing out his fuck buddy's new upgrade the fun  way, so I left them to it, and Cherry and I waited for Strega to wake up  while I filled her both in and up via my recollection of events and the  sloppy blowjob she used to clean the magic girl pussy off of me. Strega  was MUCH less able to process my cum than Zee it seemed because I ended  up dozing off and leaving Cherry to watch her because she took so long  to wake up.

Of course, I left instructions through the  brand for her not to move or use magic until I allowed it, I wasn't  enough of an idiot to sleep in a room with a captive sorceress without  some insurance. Cherry would do her best to protect me, but magic could  be nasty. So when I woke up the next morning I found Cherry laying next  to me on the bed, smiling up at me happily while Strega sat stock still  in a chair by the bedside, staring at everything but me. Cherry gave me a  quick peck on the lips. "Morning daddy, our guest is awake."

I  chuckled, pulling my little psycho against me roughly for a deeper  kiss, and enjoying the moan she let out against my mouth. I didn't take  it further though, I had questions that needed answering. I gave  Cherry's ass a tight smack feeling her squirm a bit on me before pulling  back. "We can play letter Cherry, I have questions for our...guest, as  you called her." I pushed her off me, ignoring her fetching pout as I  turned to Strega. "Well now, seems like you're up. You took that little  pick me up much less gracefully than the last sorceress I gave it to." I  wondered if it had to do with me being higher ranked than her.

Strega  finally looked at me, and I saw her hips wriggle at the memory of how I  fucked her. I could have ordered her to talk, but I didn't. I wanted to  see how much she would tell me without being coerced. It would let me  know exactly how much I needed to watch her. I sent a subtle and  unnoticeable instruction through the brand for her to lick her upper lip  when she lied and then walked over to crouch down in front of the  chair. Being six foot three meant even kneeling I was pretty much eye  level with the seated sorceress. "Now, how about we get to know each  other.  My name is Mammon. What's yours? And who do you work for?"

I'd  kept my mask on. The thing was pretty comfortable anyway, so I didn't  bother taking it off. It would make it easier for me to keep the upper  hand in this questioning, and on the off chance she tried to be  deceptive and I decided she was too much trouble, I wouldn't have to  worry about her boss using necromancy to get my identity from her after I  killed her. Assuming he could do that. I honestly had no clue.

She  swallowed hard. "My name is Strega, I don't know who you are or why you  have me, but you should let me go. My employer isn't one to forgive  challenges to his authority.Once he notices I'm gone he'll look for me,  and he finds what he looks for. You have no idea who you're dealing  with." Her inability to move was clearly shaking her, because she looked  ready to bolt at the first sign of me letting up. I didn't obviously. I  wasn't worried about her being found, the Palace of Debauchery was made  with an E ranked prison, and one that was specifically designed to foil  things like scanning spells.

Granted her boss was  probably much higher than E rank, but she wasn't nearly valuable enough  for him to burn a ton of energy looking a few days before his big  shindig. He would either assume she was dead or backburner a more  thorough search for later when his basic locator spells failed. "I told  you, I'm Mammon. I wouldn't worry about your boss, he won't find you  here. Now, tell me what his name is, and what he's doing with those  rituals all over town, and I might let you get up and move around."

Her  eyes flicked around desperately. "I don't know anything about a  ritual." She licked her upper lip, obviously. "And I don't know his  name." Shockingly, that one actually wasn't a lie. "All I know is he's  some ancient hotshot Warlock we found a reference to in an old text. We  wanted to wake him up so he would take care of some of our enemies for  us, but we underestimated just how powerful he was. He's...terrifying. A  monster. I don't know why you think you can take him on, but I promise  you're wrong."

There was no real way  to convince her otherwise without a whole lot of time and effort that I  legitimately had no interest in expending, so I mostly just brushed  past it. "Well he can't sense you here at least, you've been here for  like half a day so at the very least you can believe me about that.  Regardless, I have ways of making it impossible for him to find you,  even if you think I'm bullshitting, but more importantly, I have ways of  making you stronger. You know that's true don't you? You can feel it as  we speak? All the power you have?"

I  knew she could. I'd forced her to sit there unmoving and unable to use  magic for literal hours. She had basically just been stewing in mind  exploding power for the entire night. Her eyes were locked on me as she  spoke. "I...I can. I can feel it. It's...there's so much of it. This is  just from having sex with you isn't it? But that's not the only thing  different. I can't move, but I also can't sense a spell holding me here.  It's like my body just refuses to budge, same with my magic. That bet  we made, I lost, and now you...what? Own me?"

That  got a shrug from me. "Basically. But you don't need to worry too much  about it. I own lots of people, you aren't allowed to tell anyone about  it but I'm not really hands on with my people. I'll give you a few basic  commands like forbidding you from talking about certain things or doing  certain things like hurting other team members, but I don't want the  hassle of micromanaging every person who works for me. I want you to  work for me, and I'm willing to offer you access to the power you're  feeling whenever you want, assuming you're willing to be good and fall  in line on your own."

Her  pupils were dilated from the power still, I could tell she was  luxuriating in it. She seemed unconvinced, but that was fine, she was  power hungry as hell, and there was no feasible way she wouldn't be  willing to do whatever I asked for another shot of power once the high  she had wore off. For Zee my cum was a minor boost, but given how long  it had knocked her out I was guessing Strega felt like a fucking god  right now. I stood up and walked over to sit on the bed. "So. Here's how  it works. You can stay here, safe from your former employer, and have  free access to power boosts like that, but in return I want some  reciprocation. Tell me about the ritual."

The  best part of this was that she didn't actually have a choice. If she  left she would have to explain the long absence to her boss, who might  just kill her out of hand. She knew she was in a place that at least  made it inconvenient for him to locate her, and she had all this power  to play with. My dad had taught me at a young age that cornered rats  fight hardest, but give them a choice, or even the illusion of one, and  it lets them feel like they were the one who made the decision. People  wanted to think they had control of their lives, even if that couldn't  be less true.

Strega  would focus on the power I was offering, and the safety, because those  were the aspects of this situation that she could control. I saw all of  this run through her head, and finally, she sighed. "Fine. What do you  want to know. I can tell you some things but it's not like he needed me  to create it or anything. I was a mid level manager, all he had me do  was oversee the cultists laying down the ritual sites personally and  smoothe over any issues that came up. I can tell you what it does in the  abstract, but not the specifics."

I  didn't bother to respond, just stared at her, waiting. She groaned.  "Alright fine, the ritual sites are sort of like railroad switches.  They're placed over top of the leylines in the city and when activated  they can alter the flow of magic to change direction. He wants use them  to create a ritual circle. A permanent one made from actual leylines,  fueled by the magic of the earth itself that never runs dry and pretty  much can't be interrupted. It'll be a never ending spell that he doesn't  have to upkeep or control."

That  sounded...bad. I didn't know what her employed could actually do, but I  was guessing no one powerful and brutal enough to pull all of this off  was going to be casting a spell to summon unlimited puppies and  rainbows. "Ok, so what the hell is he going to do with it?"

She  let out a brittle laugh. "I just told you I don't know. There are  dozens of sites around town and he could use them to make any number of  changes. The actual spell form he's creating could basically be  anything. All I know is that it's big, and it's coming, and you can't  stop it without stopping him. He's going to rewrite magic in the city of  Gotham permanently and the world as we know it will never be the same."  Her eyes were wide and frantic and terrified as she spoke, her voice  getting higher and faster.

She  was almost panting with fear as her ranting became more and more  emphatic. "That little party he's throwing? That's when it happens, when  he pulls back the curtain and tells you all how fucked you are. There's  nothing you can do to stop him. You asked for a name earlier? Well I  don't have one, that much is true, but I do know what he calls himself  now. He goes by Doctor Gotham, because this city belongs to him. So if  you want my advice? It's run, because there's not a damn thing you can  do to stop him. In another three days the world as you know it will  end."