Greed God chapter 46

January 12th 2016 Lord Mansion 8:00 PM EDT

Fafnir  and Blockbuster didn't stop fucking after twelve hours. Apparently she  had enough fun to keep going when the thing wore off, and then they fell  asleep. I got the notification for her points after about eight hours,  which was pretty impressive, and I was back at a hundred and one  thousand. Pretty much all my minions were now G rank, which was nice,  but I was still kicking around somewhere in H I was pretty sure.

I  could have theoretically merged myself with some stuff like I'd done to  Whisper, but it seemed like such a big risk. With her I could reverse  it with another merge, but with me I might accidentally fuck myself up  and get stuck as a rock or something. I sent for the two bruisers when  they woke up, and waited for them to come up for dinner. I'd ordered  pizza, specifically twenty of them, which I'd merged into ten I rank  pizzas because I liked the taste of I ranked food.

When  they finally arrived Waylon was in human form and Blockbuster was  limping but satisfied. I'd sent orders through the mark after it formed  not to attempt to escape or harm anyone here which i was betting she'd  noticed since I hadn't been subtle. I gestured for them to sit down and  they both did. "Good evening, have some pizza. There's plenty for  everyone. I trust you both had a nice day?" I gave them a teasing smirk,  visible since I didn't have my mask on.

Blockbuster  smirked back. "Sure did. Big daddy over there broke my ass in half.  I've never taken lizard dick before but I don't think I can switch back  to the regular flavor. Gator sausage stretches a pussy but good." I  think she was expecting her crudeness to throw me off balance, but if  so, she picked the wrong fucking guy, I just took a bite of pizza, which  was delicious and stuffed crust, and swallowed happily.

I  smiled casually. So you may be wondering why you haven't left or  attacked me." The compulsion made her do things, not think things.  Dopamine reinforcement like the whole "agree with this" thing I did to  Barbie was on the line of what was possible and took a long ass time to  work if it even did. Direct orders just made people do what I said,  regardless of what they wanted or thought.

Her  smile dropped. "Yeah. What the fuck did you do to me. I got up after  that dicking and tried to walk out, but I physically couldn't leave. My  legs wouldn't work, and not in the fun way. You slip me some mind  control drugs or something with that horny pill?" I could tell from her  posture that she desperately wanted to lunge over the table at me, but  she wasn't able to attack because of her orders.

I  shook my head. "Take your top off." She did, though oddly the idea of  baring her tits in a room full of strangers was apparently less  upsetting than not being allowed leave, because she gave zero fucks  about letting her admittedly large tits bounce free. Waylon looked  interested but not particularly excited by them, probably from copious  exposure. "Look at the bottom of your left breast." She did, shifting  slightly and pushing it in a bit to get a good view.

She  frowned at me. "I have a tattoo now? I'll be honest, I didn't even  thing I could get those. Plus, an orange snake wouldn't be my first  pick. But so what? You inject some kind of mind control ink into me or  something?" I could see her trying to figure out how to get the thing  off her, but I just shook my head with a chuckle. The brand was applied  to the soul, it just showed up on the body as a consequence. You  couldn't remove it.

I  respected her urge to be free, but it would never be fulfilled. "No.  It's not a tattoo. It's a brand. It basically means I own your soul. Any  order I give, you will obey, instantly and without question. If I  ordered you to die, you would, instantly. Your heart would stop and you  would cease to live." I was in my more formal Mammon speech pattern  because this felt villain adjacent, but I tried to turn that off since  she would be here long term. "In other words, your ass is mine."

I  turned to Waylon. "Sorry man, hope that's not stepping on your toes. I  got her mostly to be your playmate and backup anyway. But I won't touch  the goods if it bugs you." I didn't cuck bros, though if he didn't mind  me taking a shot I'd try that ass out. I usually didn't dig muscle  girls, but Sally was pretty sexy. Regardless, I turned back to her.  "That was the stick. The fact that you don't have a choice. Now comes  the carrot. Whisper, show our guest a little light show."

Whisper  leaned her head back and breathed out an orb of  prismatic fire forming  a perfect sphere before inhaling it again. I gestured to her. "I was  able to give Whisper powers by merging her with a unique animal. I gave  Waylon more control and made him stronger with a mutagen serum I made. I  can improve your powers and abilities too. I can do lots of things,  including, I believe eventually heal injuries, or even raise the dead.  Wouldn't it be nice to see your daughters again. Sally?"

She  froze. I'd been thinking long and hard on this one, and I knew there  were items in the world that could raise the dead. Dad had done research  on them for several of his schemes, and I'd seen it. If there was an  item that could raise the dead, there was a RANK of item that could  raise the dead, which meant I could eventually make resurrection items.  I'd check with Crassus on that and he'd done it personally so I knew it  was legit.

Exposing  that fact to the people in this room was barely a risk. I owned their  asses one and all. Granted I could just force her to obey, but as I'd  noted with Barbie she could work her ass off to make sure I regretted  it. There were always loopholes to be found. But if she WANTED to serve  me, she would exploit her efforts to make sure she accomplished my goals  instead of trying to fuck them up at every turn.

She  glared at me. "You expect me to believe you can raise the fucking dead?  Because I ain't buying. Making some monster people and forcing me to  take my top of doesn't mean you can do anything. Why the fuck should I  believe you have that kind of power? Can you prove it?" That was a fair  question, luckily while I couldn't prove it, I did have a pretty decent  idea of how to do it.

I  pulled out a folder I'd grabbed from the old man's office, passing it  to her. "My ability, as it were, is to merge things. Mutagen's people,  items, chemicals, doesn't matter. I can mix things together and make  them better. There are for instance, already things that can raise the  dead. If I can't make something from scratch I can make a variant of  that stuff that's safe to use." I pointed to the folder dad had on  something called the Lazarus Pit.

The  details were scarce, mostly just stories and secondhand accounts. He  didn't know where to find one or how they worked, but they did exist,  and he'd found evidence of that. Which meant they could be tracked down.  She read through the folder. "I...I can't decide if I believe this. I  want to, gods do I want to, but I also feel like I can't afford to, but  if it's possible I also can't afford not to." She dropped the folder.  "Fine. You can make me do anything you want anyway, so you don't gain  much from bullshitting me. Say I believe this. Why offer it at all? Why  not just make me your bitch?"

I  shrugged. "I could do that. I could do anything I want to you. But I  couldn't make you WANT me to do that. You would resent it, struggle,  fight back every step. I'd have to spend all my time coming up with  annoying contingency orders to make sure you didn't find any loopholes,  or micromanaging you like a fucking zombie to make sure you didn't have  the free will to try to fuck me over, and both of those sound exhausting  as hell."

I  spread my arms. "I'm a greedy guy, but once you're mine, you're mine. I  don't mind the allocation of my treasure as long as it belongs to me,  and what's yours is always going to be mine. If paying you a bonus or  bringing back your kids makes you fall in line and I can do it why the  fuck not. Like I said, I believe I can eventually do it, but I don't  know for sure, but hell you don't lose anything taking the gamble. So  what do you say? You willing to come onboard for real?"

I  felt that fetish for submission twinging a bit, pushing her in the  right direction, and I was glad I added it. But I knew I had her anyway.  There was no downside here. I'd keep an eye on her, but I knew when  someone was going to cave. I smiled triumphantly. "Now. I'm going to  make you prove yourself before I boost your ability, but I have some fun  ideas for that." I was planning to make her the golem girl I'd  considered making Whisper. It fight well with her power set.

She  rolled her eyes. "And I assume the first way I can do that is to give  you all the info I have on Knightfall and co. Honestly I should probably  feel bad about it, but with my kids on the line I can't bring myself to  care about some crazies. Like I said, aside from the boss there's three  including me. Katharsis is a big ass Laotian chick with purple hair.  Used to be a cop. No powers, but she has artificial wings and carries a  weird looking sword. She's dangerous and can kick ass with or without  the weapon."

I  nodded, filing away all the info. Sounded like she wouldn't be a big  threat though, not even to me. I gestured for her to go on. She nodded.  "The other one is Bleak Michael. Black guy with white hair and blue  eyes. Works with poisons and chemicals and shit. Don't know much about  him, he's quiet. The loner thing is probably partly about the poison  stuff, but who knows. I sure as hell didn't try to make friends."

She  shrugged. "That's all I know. Knightfall didn't share much. I did catch  her slipping a time or two when she talked though. She's young. Like  your age I think. She referenced some things from her childhood that had  happened recently. Just in passing but it stood out to me because she  had the aura of someone older than I knew she was. That's all I've got.  Really."

I  nodded to her. "I believe you. Just eat some pizza, you're on the team,  and even though you still need to prove yourself I'm not going to lock  you up or anything." My phone chimed as I said that and waved her off as  I checked it, expecting it to be Dinah or Barbie. It wasn't. It was the  Calculator. He'd found the location of Roy Harper. He sent me the  documents regarding the kid and I scrolled through them.

Interesting.  Trained sidekick, missing an arm, held in cryogenic stasis. I could  tell Jade about him now, but I had a better idea. My team didn't have  anyone long range yet. I was going to steal an archer. Once I had him  branded I'd give him to Jade and use handing him over as leverage to get  her too. One could never have too many nice things. I grinned up at my  people. Time for a field test. "Alright boys and girls, finish your  pizza, we're going on a field trip."