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Alice looked out the window of the train, at the suburban landscapes running past. The woman thought that all the talk about free will and choice turned out to be a lie, and destiny - the truth. Her destiny was to become a sex doll, and the result of her attempts to escape from this was a train car that was taking her to the start of an eternal and endless sex marathon. This is her kind of free choice: endless sex or death. This is her destiny: an unexpected but desired daughter.

Alisa grew up without a father. As her mother once admitted to her, her father did not leave them. Alisa was simply conceived during yet another groupie, in which her mother loved to participate during her student years. Thus, the father was simply unknown, but the question of abortion or refusal was not even raised. It is scary and funny that Alisa practically repeated her mother's path.

Fifteen years ago, when Alisa was a second-year student at the university, they urgently needed money. A lot of money. No, not to pay off loans and debts, but to avoid them. Because of one scumbag who did a designer renovation and refused to change the risers and wiring because of this, Alisa and her mother would be blamed for the impending fire and flood that could happen any day now. Yes, they were not guilty, but there were precedents when that bastard, with the help of lawyers and a thick wad of money, shifted responsibility onto the neighbors.

Alice... you could say she was lucky. At that time, full immersion capsules were just starting to appear. And some people came up with an interesting idea: to combine full immersion games and webcams. This was implemented by adding fuck machines, vibrators and a number of other devices to the capsule design, as well as hacking feedback systems that allowed you to transfer sensations from the real world to the game. A girl would lie down in such a capsule, and broadcasts would begin on the network, both of the actress's game and of her naked body in the capsule. Viewers, by donating, could activate certain functions of the capsule. For example, during a boss fight, make the actress, who was in the healer's position, start experiencing sensations from vibrators working in her ass and vagina and a fuck machine fucking her in the throat, give an enema or, on the contrary, relax her sphincters. Of course, this was reflected in the results of the fight, which brought the viewers satisfaction from gloating or admiration. At separate shows, closed to the general public, the girl, who was essentially unconscious in the game world, could be fucked by real people, one after the other.

Alisa learned about all this from an acquaintance from another faculty. Usually, she helped Vitka, for money, with various humanities such as history, cultural studies, and so on. The guy was not a fool, he knew his computer hardware just fine, but he had trouble with certain subjects. Alisa accidentally let it slip to him, rather, she was venting her impotent anger. Vitka scratched his head, blushed, and then told him about such games. He worked part-time as a janitor in one of these studios. Alisa did not sleep all night, but in the morning, blushing and stuttering, she asked the guy to give her the management's contact information.

The next day there was an interview, and in the evening the girl signed a five-year contract and went on air for the first time. For about a year and a half, Alisa earned money this way, often climbing out of the capsule covered in several layers of someone else's sperm and urine. Then the studio where she was filming decided to expand and launch a new project - a full-immersion MMORPG in the " hentai " genre. Also not for everyone. For the chosen ones. An old strategy was taken as a basis, modified and launched into closed testing. Alisa became one of the testers. For her, only the amount of perverted sex and humiliation changed - there were more of them, but there was a chance to somehow regulate both.

Then came the end of her fourth year, when the university found out about her earnings and decided to expel her. Even if it was done without publicity: Alisa studied almost exclusively with "A's", and the dean decided to do everything without attracting the attention of the students. Although the next day she was reinstated, citing a mistake. The studio administrator told about the background of these events a week later. Once again, the vile, presumptuous neighbor was to blame for everything, having decided to buy up the entire entrance for himself. Alisa's mother refused to sell the apartment, and the monster decided to force them to do so. This was his last mistake.

When Alisa called and said that she could start filming earlier and for a longer period, although she had to sit in on exams, this raised some questions from the administrator on duty. Getting into the university network and finding a video with Alisa on the dean's computer... this was not a problem for the administrator on duty. The studio's "roof" did not like this news: too much of what was done to the girls in the capsules was beyond the law and could lead to big trouble even for the organizers of the filming. Not everything could justify the actresses' signature on the contract. Finding girls ready to confirm under oath that everything was done with their consent and by their will was difficult. If such were found, they were protected. The organizers also did everything to maintain anonymity and a minimum of contact with the actresses in the capsules. And so that the "viewers" could not find out who exactly was in the capsule. Protection by ignorance is very effective. And then it failed, or leaked. The "roof" began to act. First, they decided the issue with Alisa and her expulsion: respected people called the dean and vouched that the girl in the video was not Alisa. Then they started looking for the culprits and found them. "Krysha" really didn't like that her business almost closed because of someone else's greed - after some time, the neighbor simply disappeared. Just like Vitek.

A year later, when Alice was already writing her diploma, the discovery of the "PP" effect - the Transition and the Traveler - broke out. It turned out that certain people could make the Transition - physically go into a chosen virtual world, merging with their game avatar, and then return in its body. Those who did this were called Travelers. Chaos began in the world and, somehow suspiciously quickly, ended. It did not pass without consequences: all full immersion capsules were disposed of, their production was liquidated, the development of virtual worlds was prohibited, the servers of existing ones were stopped and destroyed. Those who violated these prohibitions simply disappeared, and no one knew what happened to them. Obviously, something very shitty. So shitty that even the "roof" got scared and chose to obey, closing the studio. Sort of.

No, the staff was dismissed, having been paid the money due under the contracts and some extra. Only the server could not be stopped, which indicated that there was at least one Traveler on it. And the capsules were preserved, even though they were turned off. Alice knew this for sure: she was the last one to close the studio, because at the last moment she wanted to go to the toilet. Of course, she returned the key to the administrator, but there was a chance that one old hole, used for the passage of models in the first months of her work, was still functioning. So Alice, now an expert in construction supervision, was going to the place of her wild youth to begin an equally wild life... now forever.

Just a few hours ago, during a football match, the stadium collapsed, and her signature was on the report on its fitness for use. A fake one. She refused to sign that paper, despite the direct order of her superiors. Alice could prove it by saving the original version of the document, where she directly indicated that the stadium was in a state of emergency, because gross violations were committed during its construction. She had saved the data from the measuring devices that took the very first measurements, which showed that the newly built stadium could collapse at any moment. Which is what it did a few hours ago, burying two stands filled with fans under itself. Alice had evidence proving her innocence - she prepared herself when she realized where everything was heading and who would be blamed. She understood that no one would let her present it. Too much money had been laundered at this construction site. Alice realized: the killer was already on his way to get her. There was only one chance to get out of this situation - to make the Transition. First there, then back. The evidence was safely hidden, they would not be found without her. Finding the studio without knowing the address was difficult. Getting inside without a key was possible, but it would take a long time. Alice understood: she only had a few days, a week at most, to become a Traveler. This time should have been enough to hide in the "Fragments of Atlantis", turning her life into an eternal hentai. After all, the capsules were very specific, because of which the chance of transition, as the administrator told her at parting, was simply off the charts.

The station. Time to leave. The entire platform is concrete slabs on piles. A broken road ending at a rickety wooden bus stop. Alice didn't wait for transport, but walked straight along the road, holding a canister of fuel in each hand. Forty-five liters. It should be enough to power the game capsule's batteries from the studio generator, designed for ten days of autonomous operation.

Noticing a small path that dived into a small forest, Alice confidently turned onto it. The path led the woman to a small chapel built over a spring. Alice thought for a moment, remembering her further path and undressing completely: the wind would blow away her clothes, thereby confusing the dogs if they were used in her search. Having walked around the spring on the left, she went a little further into the forest until she noticed the roofs of a summer cottage village and the distant walls of an old, abandoned factory in the gaps in the trees, in the basements of which the studio was hidden. There were three ways to get to the filming premises: from the summer cottage village, through the basement of one of the empty houses at that time; through an extension in one of the houses of the neighboring cottage village; and through an old transformer booth that was hidden in the forest, near the spring. The last passage was not shown on any maps, as it was dug by electricians of that same forgotten and closed plant, the basements of whose workshops were turned into collectors for two settlements, in order to comfortably eliminate wire breaks, if they happened. The first two passages were closed by powerful iron doors, to open which it was necessary not only to know the right code, but also to have a special card and a key. The third was closed by a much simpler lock, the code for which was known to many experienced models, which included, at one time, Alice - in the early stages of the studio's work, in the event of an emergency, this tunnel was supposed to be used for evacuation.

With slight trepidation, Alice set the desired values on the rotating dial, then simultaneously pressed four buttons on the standard door lock and pulled the handle. The door slowly, on terribly creaking, rusty and long-unlubricated hinges, opened. Alice hurried to squeeze inside and close the passage behind her. That's it. Now she was safe for a while.

The studio was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Alice remembered it as brightly lit, full of voices and conversations. Now the woman was met with silence, emptiness and cobwebs. Only the server cabinets winked with lights, dispelling the darkness and giving at least some light.

Alice took a candle and a lighter out of her pocket. Cash was rarely accepted in stores these days, so the purchase of a flashlight would have been seen at the bank, and there all interested parties could have found out about it and thought about it. A dozen or two candles with a simple lighter could easily be bought from any church for a small amount of money. This purchase would not be easy to track. In the dim light of the flickering flame, Alice walked to the generator, carrying a candle in one hand and the first canister in the other. She went for the second one. She poured in fuel and pressed the start button. The generator began to rumble familiarly and soothingly.

Alice flicked the switch, turning on the night light. She couldn't see in the dark... yet. Finding the electrical panel to which all the capsules were connected, the woman moved the familiar lever to the "on" position. The capsule's screen blinked invitingly. Alice rubbed the screen, poked her finger at the menu, selecting the charging mode. Only five hours? Good. Testing the condition. No problems found. Installed games... "Shards of Atlantis" version 1.7.0135. Hmm... The last time Alice dived into "Atlantis" was on version 1.2. The woman shrugged indifferently: what difference does it make which patch? For her, this is practically a one-way trip. From the tourist backpack, which she took off immediately after entering, Alice took out water and bottles with some chemicals. Of course, cassettes for LSS have not been produced for a long time, but their substitutes are known. After thinking for a bit, the woman made herself a light snack of fruit and tea. She had been keeping herself on a near-starvation diet for the last few days so that the change in diet would not hit her too hard. Alice turned off the light and sat down on the dusty floor, leaning her back against the capsule. She wouldn't be able to fall asleep, there was nothing special to do. Of course, she could try to look for descriptions of the latest patches, but she didn't want to waste candles or fuel on that. She could try to find hidden cameras, which were definitely in the capsule, but Alice didn't care that viewers would be able to see her Transition. The data transmission channel, as she had been told, was reliably protected and should keep her from being tracked for at least a day. That's what she had been assured at the time. Activation of secret accounts on the Darknet? Let it be so. Only the Traveler could get to the Traveler. In the world of "Shards", she would not be defenseless. Here she was a fugitive. There she was a governor, running her fiefdom and a sex toy for most of its population... Okay, the second was bearable.

Alice pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them. Stop feeling sorry for herself and whining. It could interfere with the Transition. And then she would die. No options.

The generator was knocking soothingly. The capsule's display was glowing indifferently. Alice sat motionless, sometimes convincing herself that this was the life she had always wanted for herself and was glad that her wishes had come true. Her hard labor was over. A new, bright future was beginning. She would always be excited and flowing, she would have many passionate, easily accessible partners and she would not have to be afraid of getting pregnant.

Time flowed in darkness and silence. Until its flow was interrupted by a demanding beep, announcing that the capsule was fully charged.

Alice rose from the floor. Stretched. Exhaled. Lay down in the capsule and closed the lid. The clamps on her forehead, neck, wrists and ankles closed as usual, depriving her of the ability to move independently. A helmet fell on her head, hiding her face and plunging her into darkness.

The darkness in which a bright flash was born, turning into an erupting volcano. Alice habitually skipped the screensaver, telling about the great Atlantis, sunk to the bottom of the sea, where a handful of its surviving inhabitants are fighting for survival not only among themselves, but also with aggressive local fauna and underwater empires of other species. Alice had seen all this more than once and instantly moved into the creation of the character.

Selecting a starting biography. From the proposed "Tradeswoman", "Priestess", "Aristocrat", "Scholar", "Peasant", "Slave", "Warrior", "Thief", "Mercenary" and "Prostitute", "Prostitute" was chosen: reputation with all factions is neutral and cannot become negative: they can only kill during a war or a duel, at other times, in the worst case scenario - at most they will rape.

Alice chose the most standard race - human. There were also fishmen , newts and other things, but she never really liked them.

Twelve starting skills. Here Alice slowed down a bit, studying the extended list, which was much larger than she remembered. It took a while to study it all. In the end, Alice decided to slightly change her usual set of skills. "Endurance" allowed you to run or do some other activity longer, "Toughness" - resistance to external influences, "Regeneration" - gradual healing of damage, "Mutation" - the ability to develop your features, "Nymphomaniac" - various types of sex and everything connected with them, " Xenophilia " - removes penalties for interacting with all sorts of others, from blacks to tentacles , "Alchemy" - making all sorts of ointments, " Masochist " - a very useful thing that allows you to reduce incoming damage, but increases arousal, "Commander" - managing an army, "Feudal Lord" - managing a fief, "Demonstration" - social interactions based on seduction and demonstrating your own body, "Holiness" - the ability to radiate all sorts of different auras.

Having finished choosing a class, Alice moved on to defining the features of her character. There were five of them. "Scales" - protection from natural negative influences: water pressure, low temperature, etc. But the penalties to appearance are quite serious, but you have to sacrifice something. "Udder" - large breasts, very large breasts. "Incubator" - allows you to get pregnant from "others". If you manage to develop, then you can create various chimeras inside your body. " Pheromones " - fluids are constantly released from the body, thanks to which subjects always know where the ruler is, and various wandering monsters immediately understand that the territory is already occupied. "Perversion" - there is an opportunity to acquire something unusual. A penis, for example. Or penis tentacles instead of legs. The chance of something completely useful, as Alice knew before, was very small, but there were no completely useless things there either.

After quickly customizing her appearance and leaving her native name as the character name, Alice completed the character creation. As soon as she pressed the corresponding button, the roar of falling water was heard from behind, and the avatar spontaneously turned around to see a huge wave falling on him and dragging him into the depths of the ocean. Alice's final game had begun.

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The stream of water dragged Alice along the stone tunnel, periodically hitting the walls. She did not resist. On the contrary, she tried to hit more often and harder. A small but irreparable bug, which the coders secretly whispered to the models: the character's development began from the moment of its completion. This turned the journey through the tunnel from the cut-scene into the zero stage of the game. However, collisions with its walls not only increased views, but could also look cool, it was only worth putting in some effort. It was these efforts that allowed you to start pumping "Regeneration" and "Endurance". And almost at the exit of the tunnel to get the first level. If you're lucky, of course.

Alice was lucky: at the moment when the water flow was about to throw her out of the cave on the slope of the underwater mountain, a message flashed before her eyes that "Endurance" became level three, and "Regeneration" - first, and " Masochist " rose two levels. And the first level was received. The system offered her to choose from two secondary skills: "Pain Seeker" - a secondary skill formed by a combination of " Masochist " and "Nymphomaniac", converting one percent of incoming physical damage into two percent of arousal, and "Calloused Skin", a secondary skill of "Endurance", primitively reducing incoming crushing damage by one hundredth of a percent. A funny choice, considering that the events of the game took place underwater and crushing damage here is at most from a stone falling on the head or a finger hitting a random stone.

Alice barely had time to make a choice when a ghostly turquoise light appeared at the end of the tunnel. Literally a couple of seconds - and she was thrown into the underwater world. The cut-scene ended.

The fall was much slower than in the real world, but the momentum gained did its nasty work - Alice was literally thrown into a small thicket of pale yellow algae. She knew about it and expected it. Yes, there was a chance to dodge, albeit a small one. Yes, she had to do this trick before... Only now these bushes did more good than harm. The monster , disguised as harmless algae , happily grabbed the unwary prey. Ribbons of tentacles wrapped around Alice's waist, chest and limbs. She began to actively break free, forcing her captor to tighten his grip. At the same time, Alice convinced herself that she really, really liked everything that was happening, she couldn't wait for the blind creature to reach her crack with its hunting limbs, penetrate it and start wriggling there. It would be really cool! Especially the touch of such wonderful knobs that should grind the prey into mince, allowing the hidden hunter to swallow it without difficulty. Oh, what a thrill will begin when they slide inside her!

After some time of such a winding up, Alice felt that her lower abdomen became slightly warmer. Almost immediately her body was shot by a strong pain from literally cracked vagina and labia - this is one of the tentacles, looking for a delicacy prey, which the instinctive mind of this small predator sensed, invaded her uterus and began to wriggle there. The pain was strong, but expected. As was her second flash from the anus, which received the same damage. Alice slightly turned her head and ran the tip of her tongue along one of the tentacles. It reacted instantly, filling the girl's mouth, slipping into her throat and starting to wriggle and move there, partially making it difficult for her to breathe - female saliva and vaginal juices were a delicacy for this small predator. It's like giving a deep throat blowjob without proper preparation. Not fatal, but not very pleasant at first. Alice only moaned and groaned joyfully, shaking her fixed limbs: the imagined excitement was replaced by real one, pushing the pain into the background. The tentacles were moving inside the girl more and more, continuing to increase the list of negative statuses, squeezing the limbs more and more, ripping the skin. The pathetic little mind of the small predator, in whose trap the girl was "caught", could not understand the reason why its prey had not yet become minced meat, or where the much-desired delicacy was.

A flash of pain, causing a blurring of vision, pierced Alice when the tentacles that were fucking her, and did not realize it, suddenly retracted into the bottom mud. The creature simply exhausted all its reserves of endurance and fell asleep. A small predator, practically a plant – what can you expect from it?

Shuddering in her throbbing orgasm, bleeding from her torn holes, but with a happy smile, the girl slowly sank to the ocean floor. And immediately came again. Then again.

Alice slowly rose a short distance from the bottom surface and moved away from such a treacherous bush. In general, this was supposed to be a surprise trap, in which the model would suffer her first death, throwing her into a hostile settlement, which she had to subjugate and begin to develop. However, the girl, repeatedly raped to death right at the start of the game, quickly became boring to viewers, and the developers gave the opportunity to avoid the trap by slightly moving the bush. Only after some time, the models began to voluntarily fall into this trap, if there was no request from the viewers for a successful outcome of this event. The girls simply learned about the bug with the starting cutscene and understood how to use it for their own benefit. This predatory bush fit perfectly into these schemes .

Initially, the leveling system of "Shards of Atlantis" did not assume that the girl would be able to develop to a level that would allow her to give a viewer-client who decided to become her opponent any kind of resistance. For this reason, the model could be leveled only through sex. After some time, battles in the format of "a player and ten barefoot peasants against a player hung with artifacts and hundreds of Leviathans" lost popularity. Viewers who paid huge amounts of money for the opportunity to mock the model conditionally legally and without consequences wanted colorful and relatively unpredictable battles, so that the predetermined outcome of their clash was not obvious from the very beginning. The developers scratched their heads and made changes both to the leveling and to some other things.

To raise the character's level, it was necessary to get five points of increasing the primary, starting, skills plus the current level of the character, i.e. from zero to first - five points, from first to second - six points, and so on, ad infinitum. However, the number of levels that could be obtained per day was equal to the number of members that had fucked the girl that day. And the members were also counted dynamically. If a given organ penetrated any of the holes of the model for the first time, for the first time at all, and its level was equal to the level of the selected hole, then this contact was counted as one. If the same member penetrated the same hole a second time, then such contact was counted as, approximately, half. The more often this happened, the less contribution this particular organ made to its count. If you didn't scrape together the required number of members that day - you were left without levels.

This is where the "bush" came in handy. No, it was strong enough to finish off a first-level character, but there were a few nuances. Firstly, "Seeking Pain" activated the pleasure scale, which allowed you to immediately start pumping "Nymphomaniac". Secondly, the tentacles of this bush counted as one member, but their penetration everywhere possible gave the right to five level increases per day, three of which were received on the spot. A fourth-level character, with "Toughness", " Masochist ", "Seeking Pain" and "Regeneration" was already too tough for the little pest - Alice lost at most a quarter of her current health.

The girl recalled all this sluggishly, slowly and awkwardly, constantly spitting out blood, floating away from the place where she entered the game, simultaneously studying the huge but familiar sheet of text.

"The level 3 pale ambusher's tentacle penetrates the level 0 vagina for the first time ! Vaginal Sex level acquired. Promotion limit: 1."

"The tentacle of the level 3 pale ambusher penetrates the anus of level 0 for the first time! The level of "Anal Sex" has been acquired. Limit of promotions: 2."

"The level 3 pale ambush tentacle penetrates the intestines of level 0 for the first time! Deep Anal level acquired . Promotion limit: 3."

"The level 3 pale ambush tentacle penetrates the oral cavity of level 0 for the first time! Oral Sex level obtained. Limit of promotions: 4."

"The level 3 Pale Ambusher's tentacle penetrates the level 0 esophagus for the first time! Deep Throat level acquired. Promotion limit: 5."

"The status "Bleeding grade 15" was received. Reason: "Esophageal fissure grade 3", " Vaginal rupture grade 3", "Ass rupture grade 3", "Intestinal rupture grade 3", "Cheek rupture grade 1", "Throat rupture grade 2". Duration: 1 minute."

all this off, as well as the description of the rest of the pile of accumulated debuffs , without reading, glancing briefly at the lines, checking for any negative effects unknown to her. "Regeneration" had already risen to the second level, and the third was close, so she was not in danger of bleeding out. Slowing down the speed of any movement by eighty percent, of course, was unpleasant, but it was also taken into account. Having reached the choice of skills received for increasing levels, Alice thought - she had come across almost outright crap.

For moving from level one to level two, she was offered a choice between "Level 2 Pain Seeker" and "Employee" - a secondary skill of " Masochist " and "Feudal Lord", increasing the frequency of events where decisions will be made by subordinates independently, and the consequences will not be subject to elimination. Something like "Let's tear down the barn and destroy all the year's food stored there to build a sports town", but it is still an initiative. Even if it is a bad one.

Alice opened the development tree of each skill to refresh her memory. As she remembered, "Pain Seeker" could be developed into "Red Angel" or "Pain Priestess". The first allowed the player to increase his health and the damage he inflicted by absorbing someone else's pain. Only the resulting death machine stopped after exterminating everyone it could reach: both strangers and its own. And after that, it beat in continuous orgasms for several hours, because the scales of pleasure and arousal were overflowing many orders of magnitude higher than their possible maximum. "Angel", as far as Alice remembered, was activated only once, and Tamara, the model who did it, was then observed by brain-twister specialists for three weeks in order to prevent consequences for the girl's psyche. "Pain Priestess" opened access to low-level spells of the corresponding school of magic. The joke was that at those levels where it was opened, this trifle was of no use at all. "Employee" was necessary to obtain "Slave", without which it is impossible to open " Ponygirl ", which significantly increases the physical condition of the character. Only the bad initiative of subordinates at the start is not needed at all!

Having spat out another clot of blood, Alice chose "Employee". After all, she already had "Pain Seeker", so she would definitely come across it someday.

Upon reaching the third level, the choice was between "Prisoner" and "Level 2 Calloused Skin". The first increased the level and speed of accumulation of arousal from disciplinary practices and bondage , the frequency and strength of their use. Alice did not want to hang for several hours suspended from the ceiling, tied hand and foot, or spend several days in stocks, providing her holes for use by anyone who wanted to. It was worth considering this branch when she played to order and knowingly to lose, but not now. She had to choose the stupid "Calloused Skin".

The third promotion also screwed up with the choice: "Whale Power", which increases physical strength, versus "Snake Bones", which allow you to remain motionless for a long time. On the one hand, these are pure "Endurance" and "Stamina" skills, which is good. On the other hand, the "Regeneration" and sex skills have not yet opened. Previously, at least "Plant Lover" or "Small Animal Lover" would drop on this bush. Now you have to take the almost useless "Bones".

Alice spat out another portion of blood. Without sex skills, further starting development threatened to drag on and turn into a nightmare.

The locations in the game were not constant. The locations of resource extraction sites, settlements, migration routes and habitats of all kinds of animals, and much more were constantly changing. So, the "estate", which allowed you to start developing your possession, could be located both in the center of the controlled territory and almost on its very edge. The possession could be rich in agricultural and livestock crops, but poor in minerals and vice versa. It could be a practically flat plain or a deep gorge. However, some things, especially at the very beginning, remained unchanged. For example, the "bush" at the exit from the tunnel. Such points also included "debaters": from five to a couple of dozen local residents ready to tear each other's throats over a trivial problem. The "biter" - a vile aggressive monster of medium strength - also fell into this category.

Initially, all these events were conceived as a manual for new players, showing all aspects of the game. The models adapted this chain to legally get a decent bunch of levels on the first game day, slightly leveling the handicap from the unlimited pumping of the opponent. Why did the management not close this loophole... she did not come out with her snout to know such a thing. There were rumors that among the clients there were individuals who demanded a relatively fair game and were not against defeats. She did not encounter this subspecies of perverts, she believed in their existence very weakly. Did not believe at all.

However, Alice doubted that she would be able to use the usual path. If the "disputants" could be bypassed without having a group sex with them, and being left without additional daytime levels... The girl looked at the injuries she had received, now slowly healing, thanks to "Regeneration". If the group was not very large, then she could risk having sex . A large number of new injuries is an inevitable evil, alas. Yes, with at least one working hole that had started pumping, everything became much simpler and easier. However, "Nymphomaniac", although she had received a decent number of levels, had not given out a single skill. Sad...

Catching herself thinking that she was even calling certain parts of her body "holes" in her thoughts, Alisa smiled sadly. On the one hand, this was good, adapting to her new role would be quicker and easier. On the other hand, this could be a sign of deep damage to her thought processes, and she would not be getting any special help to correct them. The studio's management did not hide the fact that turning models into constantly flowing nymphomaniacs who remained part of society was a task that was one step below making a profit.

Alice thought for a while, sailing further and further away from the pale ambusher's hunting ground . Having turned the thoughts that had arisen from all sides, the girl decided not to pay any attention to it. In the end, she knew what she was getting into. Now the main thing is to have time to clear her name from dirt before the moment when she finally and irrevocably goes crazy.

Having made her decision, Alice focused on the current situation. The "disputants" could either be bypassed, or their problem could be solved, or they could be seduced. The third option offered the most perks. The second option was only fame and reputation. This made interaction with the population and neighbors easier, but in the very distant future. To begin with, it was necessary to develop the "estate" into a "city", build a "Diplomatic Center" in it, raise a "Minister of External Relations" and a "Minister of Internal Relations". Then found a Cathedral, put altars to Hermes, Aphrodite, and Hestia in it . Then build a Residence in the city and move to live in it. Only after all this would any Politics be activated. In other words, resolving the dispute between local residents peacefully only makes sense with an eye on a couple of years. Alas, by that time the situation will be far from the starting point, and the advantages received today are like a fly flying over an elephant's tusks. The opportunity to bypass... It is not a fact that it will be. These blockheads could have been found in some narrow passage that could not be bypassed or swum around.

Alice spat out a portion of blood. This time it was not a clot, but just a spit.

"Bite". Previously, he had a member of about fifteen to thirty levels. And "Tirelessness" - an ability that allowed her to have sex until the stamina bar was completely depleted, and not half, like regular mobs. If Alice's memory served her right, the last two-headed shark fucked her for almost two and a half hours without any break. That time, the girl already had "Vaginal Sex" activated from "Nymphomaniac" and "Vagina" reached rank three. Plus a few more skills, like the same "Animal Lover", which allowed her to hold out for this time and not die. Now there was nothing like that, so the "biter" would simply tear her apart with his organ.

Alice thought about it. In principle, there was another option: to skip this entire starting chain and immediately go in search of a free squad of first-level combat creatures, which should make up her initial army. The advantage of this was the opportunity to clarify which race and faction's buildings would be available to her. For "Shards of Atlantis", it was normal for a human character to control, for example, tritons or nagas - maniacs who escaped from hard labor. This option was disabled only for clients.

Alice looked around. Sometimes it happened that a small scavenger would be near the pale ambusher . Catch it, fuck it and hope that this time the necessary skills would fall out. Alas, there was nothing within sight: wherever you looked - muddy, but empty water, without signs of living creatures. But Alice was able to roughly estimate where she had been carried away. She could simultaneously see a mountain with a flat, as if cut off, top, Table Mountain, a muddy stream rising to the left of it, and a mountain whose top resembled a shark fin, Incisor Mountain. These signs indicated that Alice had been carried almost to the very edge of the southwestern part of Atlantis. And she had no idea who lived there. No, one neighbor was definitely known - the Wild Wasteland, that is, an ordinary ocean. Oh yeah, and the Shipyards ...

Alice groaned. The shipyards next door were a constant source of concern. Although there was no need to worry about that yet. It would start to show when she started developing the territory. Right now, the "disputants" and "biters" were the priority.

While Alice was thinking, a notification about a level increase suddenly appeared in front of her. The girl checked the character's status in surprise and chuckled: "Regeneration" restored enough health to be enough to rise to another level. The choice of skills was rather strange, but the girl was pleased: the secondary skill of "Feudal Lord" and "Demonstrations" "Mark", allowing you to mark the boundaries of your territory, versus "Dunno", which reduces the consumption of stamina for sexual intercourse. Having chosen the second option, Alice thought about it. The chances of solving the problem of "debaters" using the standard method had now grown slightly. The girl decided to take a risk.

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For a while, Alice floated in a random direction, looking around, trying to remember what territory she found herself in. It was… problematic. Too many years had passed, and now some patch had rolled out.

The last part was very strange. Alice clearly remembered that she was the one who sealed the studio. It turned out that after some time, someone else was able to get into the room and... The girl frowned slightly. There was a chance that such a trick was pulled off by a local Traveler, if he was one of the developers. It was a pity that Alice didn’t have any special contacts in that group. She wasn’t interested in “pimply hardware guys ” at that time. In vain. If one of them had made the Transition, he could have easily changed everything to suit his own desires . Hmm ... One could only hope that she wouldn’t attract the attention of the local demiurge. She really didn’t want any hostility. Empty hostility. She had agreed to an eternal and endless sex marathon, but not slavery or war. Alice scratched her neck, which had begun to itch. And froze.

The people, the heirs of the lost Atlantis, had this feature: their gills, granted by the spell of the last high priests, began to itch when the secretions of the sea races appeared in the water. Not all of them, far from all, but the list available was enough to cheer Alice up a little. The underwater inhabitants discovered in this way were not the most dangerous for her. One should not expect either special endurance or large members from the same tritons, sirens, sea elves and low-ranking delcors . So, the average of the lower bar, with whom she can cope even in her current state. Not without consequences, yes, but she can cope. If she came across shark people , inhabitants of the Depths, amorphs or smokers on her way - there were no options, she would have to go around them.

Alice slightly turned her head, determining the direction of the current. Having decided, she rose higher and slowly moved against it. No, she did not expect to be attacked right away, as soon as she was noticed. The "disputants" were so carried away by their problem that they stopped being interested in what was happening around them. They simply wanted to get more information about the situation they had to deal with.

About ten minutes later, the girl noticed a little below a cart with a cage, which was being pulled by two giant eels - inexpensive, unpretentious and the most popular form of horse-drawn transport. Next to the cart stood as many as four Ushta - these descendants of the Negroes who survived the flood, and in the cage was easily recognizable Lemurian . And there was a flat piece of rock nearby. The Ushta did not pay attention to the girl floating above them, but much higher, completely absorbed in the argument.

Alice hung in place, thinking about the situation. She recognized the pattern without any problems. Four idiots were ordered to deliver a captured, bought or sold girl from point A to point B. On the way, they could not resist and decided to have sex with the escort in all her holes. There were only three holes in this girl, like almost any other, where you could stick your dick, and there were four people eager to do it, plus one of them had to hold the captive. So these idiots tried to determine the order in which they would have fun.

In principle, there were three ways out of this situation. The first: to remind her that the captive does not belong to the escorts. Their only task is to deliver her to her destination. A working option, but useless. Ushty in escorts are not a very valuable commodity, the condition of which does not particularly matter, as long as they are without injuries and alive. Consequently, the pluses to fame and reputation will be laughable, and this is in the best case. Alice was almost sure that the rape of the Lemurian The ushtami were taken into account by their employer. The second option: to scare off the guards and release the captive to freedom. At first glance, a good idea, but only at first glance: the undertaking is very long, tedious, and in case of failure, it turns into a fight. Plus , the ushtami , creatures of the first rank of the Castle of the Children of the Black Gods, had the stubbornness of a donkey and extremely low intelligence. No, they were smarter than some of the worshipers from the castle of the Upper Fishmen , but few could compare with those blockheads in terms of lack of intelligence. In other words, intimidating the ushtami was akin to trying to guess which side a tossed coin will land on. The third option remained: to give them what they wanted. And here two small nuances lurked, forcing Alice to think seriously again. The ushtami were hardy and preoccupied, that is, they spent half of their increased stamina on sex with a reduced expenditure. And their members were like "huge, oak-like bitches." Of course, they were far from the already mentioned shark-people , but the duration of the upcoming groupie worried Alice. Or rather, its duration. The girl was sure that she would not die from sex with only four participants. The fear was caused by the fact that she would part with the ushtami only closer to the middle of the next day, having lost all the earned and available pumping of this one. She did not need this. On the other hand, this company could give her as many as twelve levels.

Looking down once more, Alice pondered a simple question: "What the hell is she doing?" Would it be unpleasant for her? Quite the opposite. Damn, this used to be her almost standard way of going through this situation, so why is she suffering from nonsense now? Because she could previously go into reroll , and the world around her was perceived as a set of numbers and scripts, now it has become real? So what? "The Fragments of Atlantis" was an infinitely perverted and infinitely cruel world, and not a place of immaculate maidens, noble knights and pink saccharine. And if she starts to engage in moral hesitation at every step, then she can forget about clearing her name.

Having chuckled at her own thoughts and made a decision, Alice began to descend, approaching the carriage. After some time, terribly distorted, in places almost indistinguishable, words began to reach her.

- I'm the first to propose! I'm the one inserting...

- You suggest! I see a big rock , not you!

- You hold on! You only have to suck today!

- I'm not holding! The owner is giving me the stones, not you!

Alice winced. To understand all this gibberish properly, she needed to learn the language of the Black Land. By default, the character understood only one language - the native language of the chosen race. All the others had to be learned in the usual way. The exception were the dialects spoken by the zero and first ranks of the castles. Their speech could be somehow understood, but it was something like "My yours to poke a stone. Yours my to beat a stone." Sometimes it turned out to be something decent, like now, but still terribly distorted.

- Boys, don't quarrel! - Alice stood between the two disputants, who for now all looked the same to her. Later she would learn to tell the difference, but for now. - You will waste a lot of energy on an empty activity. There will be none left for something more interesting. You don't want that, do you? I can see that you are already starting to get tired. Or do you like being bored? - Alice purred, running her hand first over the torso of one, then over the hips of the other, "accidentally" touching the rather decently protruding mounds.

- We don't miss! He doesn't want to hold! - one of the ears screamed , trying to grab Alice. The girl easily and elegantly turned away.

- I don't say that! I squeak - you do it! - the next one was indignant.

- Boys, boys, - Alice avoided the embrace of the indignant ear , simultaneously removing the key hanging from his belt, - wait just a little bit, and I will show you the solution to your problem.

Wiggling her ass, Alice walked to the cage, opened it and pulled out the kicking Lemurian , somehow dragged her to a flat stone, threw the captive face up on it, and sat on top, slightly diagonally, slightly spreading her thighs and fixing the slave's hands, providing access to both her ass and pussy, and to the Lemurian's holes . The indignant squeak was replaced by a groan and counter-squirming, as soon as Alice slightly bent over and began to rub her tits against the chest of her involuntary partner. Alice smiled softly. She remembered very well that the Lemurians were always excited, and sex brought them only a short-term relief from desire - the curse of their goddess for not very high-quality service. From the captive, from the way she fidgeted in the cage, one could easily understand that she had not had a release for a very long time. Alice suspected that she was quite pleased with the development of events, if she had not provoked them herself.

The Ushty , although not very smart, were distinguished by considerable intelligence, ingenuity and reaction speed in certain matters. Alice had only just managed to fixate herself normally on a horizontal surface when a long and thick member appeared in front of her face. The girl did not wait for him to force it down her throat, but hurried to sit down on this organ with her mouth, actively moving her head back and forth, not forgetting to tease the head with her tongue. Alice could only try to squeak weakly when another escort's cock plunged into her ass, without foreplay and immediately to its full depth. And he took an extremely high frequency of friction . Alice even thought that she had to deal not with a simple member, but with some kind of crap abundantly strewn with large cones and splinters. Such things also happened. Alice liked them a long time ago. The girl was distracted from her memories and active work with her head by the convulsions beneath her: the Lemurian deigned to catch several orgasms at once. Judging by the sensations, her involuntary partner was deigned to be fucked in the pussy, because something was constantly poking into Alice's stomach from below, and into her throat, out of the corner of her eye another usht was visible , busy with work.

- Mmm , - Alice moaned disappointedly when her ass was suddenly left alone. She had only just begun to warm up! - M! - the girl squealed when a member invaded her vagina . Perhaps the very one - from the ass. Just a few frictions were enough for Alice to "float", literally feeling an explosion of excitement that covered her with her head. The girl, rocking on the waves of bliss, did not even notice that all her holes were filled with the fast-moving members of the Ushty , who liked her much more than the Lemurian , moaning and screaming from dissatisfaction . And envious that she could not, like this stranger, take two members at a time into her pussy and ass. Of course, her escorts changed, but they forgot about her. It was a shame, because she had tried so hard to provoke them into a nice fuck , and some tramp had multiplied all her efforts by zero in the most humiliating way. The Lemurian decided that if she ever managed to get out of the brothel she was taken to, she would definitely find this stranger and fuck her properly, so that she would know how to ruin someone else's plans for a cool groupie ! Or ask her to take her as a student, so that she could take not two, but three cocks at a time in each of her holes! Yes, such revenge would be better.

The next thing Alice remembered after the cock penetrated her pussy was a powerful stream of salty liquid that hit her throat, and she began to choke on it. The girl convulsively began to swallow, as she assumed, someone's sperm. Not for the first time, far from the first. And in general, she likes it!

The member slipped out of Alice's mouth and was replaced by another one, which confidently dove straight into the girl's throat. Alice only managed to suppress her gag reflex when a new portion of someone else's semen poured straight into her stomach. The girl wrinkled her nose slightly in displeasure and tried to look with slight resentment at the one who had left her without a little pleasure . It didn't work out very well: she was pressed so hard against the scrotum that her groin area and a piece of her abs were exposed to inspection. Alice wasn't very upset. She even started to rub her nose slightly, increasing the duration of the eruption. The third one decided to cum on the girl's face, but she managed to catch it all with her mouth. The fourth one was distinguished only by the fact that the volume of sperm that Alice swallowed was very modest, compared to the results of his friends. She even mentally praised herself for not missing a drop, having successfully swallowed everything. Maintain skills that I haven't used for ten years.

Having picked up the lemurian , the eels quickly threw her back into the cage. One sat down in the driver's seat, the second - on the step of the cage, the remaining two deftly jumped onto the eels' backs. The driver dug under his seat, threw something small into the mud, and touched the reins, forcing the eels to start moving.

Lying on the bottom, Alice thought about what was happening to her. No, she did not regret what she had done. She was a Lemurian , not a Boreyka or a Greek. Those would have to be freed: these were not in the cage of their own free will. For a Lemurian , selling herself to a brothel, a harem, or signing a contract as a camp follower was a normal thing, as long as they fucked her a lot, if possible, without a break.

Alice was not alarmed by her excitement, along with the disappointment from the end of the gangbang , the fire that did not continue to burn inside her. There could be many reasons for this, ranging from the side effects of the makeshift LSS tapes to the consequences of the fact that she herself decided to remove all barriers in her consciousness, replacing them with gaping holes of permissiveness, debauchery and all that other stuff. No, this was not what slightly worried Alice. She was worried, on the very edge of consciousness, by the fact that she had practically lost consciousness and rather vaguely remembered the entire process. This had never happened before. Looking at the still active panel of the game interface, the girl considered the possibility of exiting the game and still sorting out these suspicious patches . Having weighed everything properly, Alice recognized this act as stupid and useless. The game rules will soon lose their force, and the system may disappear completely. And before that time, she must have time to extract the maximum benefit from it. For example, to figure out what she got on the four levels she received.

The first choice was between "Random Actor" and "Prisoner". The first skill made almost all social work much easier , all sorts of deceptions, persuasions, etc. Plus, in the future, it gave access to the possibility of public paid sexual acts and performances. Of course, with her in the leading role. Of course, during these performances she would be had a lot and for a long time. Alice even moaned from the wave of excitement that ran through her body, as soon as she imagined these "performances". No, this state is not quite normal. And what is normal in her situation? It is unknown ...

Having chosen "Actor", Alice thought hard about the next choice, consisting of "Glass" and "Training". Apparently, not only did someone come inside her , but someone also managed to pee. Just in case, the girl opened the development tree of both skills. As she remembered, "Glass" became "Living Toilet". It seemed like a disgusting thing, but it allowed you to transform into a slime - one of the most inconvenient opponents and very specific creatures in this world. Slimes are such intelligent slime. It is able to take any form, change the chemical composition of the body within a wide range. Take almost any form, seep into the smallest crack. Reproduces either by division or eggs. Absolutely indifferent to water pressure, as well as any physical impact, acids and poisons, which allows you to comfortably exist at great depths. Slime prefers warm places, but will not die in the cold either. Lives in latrine tanks, eats their contents, that is, shit, although any organic matter will do. It does not disdain inorganic matter either, although it digests it with difficulty and consequences. The presence of the "Incubator" feature opens up some other prospects. For example, the creation of special symbiotes , like Venom from the old cartoon series.

"Training" allowed you to learn new skills from their owners, and not by leveling up. Or teach them something yourself. In the long run, it was an extremely useful skill, but... The problem was that the usefulness of this skill depended heavily on the type of castle. If there were some fishmen waiting for her ahead , then "Education" lost all meaning - there was nothing to learn from them, and they themselves were unteachable. But getting " Slime " was easy. Sharkmen , newts, amorphs and other Dwellers of the Depths - they had many useful, unique skills that you couldn't get without "Training", but "Glass" was very unhelpful. Lemurians , Kushites , Greeks and others - both options were useless. Firstly, there were special institutions where you could study and even get this "Education". Secondly, " Slime " waved goodbye because of the well-developed sewage system and waste recycling system. Well, take your pick, so to speak. On the other hand, near the Shipyards... The Dwellers of the Depths are unlikely... Damn, next to the hordes of eternally hungry undead, any option is unlikely, except for this very undead. It can't learn, it doesn't produce waste. Although...

After thinking a little more, Alice finally settled on the “Glass” as a more universal option.

The third increase caused the girl to snort cheerfully. Another "Callous Skin" could not compete with "Vaginal Sex".

The fourth choice made Alice curse for a long time, sophisticatedly, because it was between "Oral sex" and "Anal sex"! Having calmed down a bit, the girl used a counting rhyme to decide on the skill. "Anal sex" came up. Alice shrugged her shoulders and calmly made her choice. Now she had to see what the driver dropped there and she could start looking for the "biter".

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Having settled down on a piece of rock in the largest hut in the village of Prikolonnaya , Alice summed up the past day and tried to understand how successful it had been.

The "biter" turned out to be a "small crystallid hunter" - just a revived piece of granite that had become a small predator. It had no intelligence, no instincts, no anything more interesting. Crystallids generally acquired the rudiments of intelligence only from the "old" stage. The understanding of what women are for and how to deal with them comes only to the "progenitors", of which there used to be exactly twelve.

"Kusaka" had to be simply killed. And the daily level limit remained the same. And health dropped by an unknown percentage. No, this is a definite big minus.

Then Alice finally got to a small squad of first-level combat units. And it turned out to be a hodgepodge of quotas and oceanids led by an amorph . Hmm ... Total ass.

In total, there were four conditional factions in the world of "Shards" that were at odds with each other: the Dwellers of the Depths, the Survivors, the Fishmen , and the Undead.

The survivors are the descendants of those who survived after Atlantis sank to the bottom of the sea. These included the Atlanteans themselves, the Lemurians , the Hellenes, the Children of the Black and Red Gods, the Stygians , the Hyperboreans and others. These were the people who were given the opportunity to survive and exist underwater by the last spell cast by the last priests and magicians of Atlantis when the disaster was already underway. Many of them preserved the remnants of their culture. Some almost completely died out, others degraded, although not to a bestial state, but somewhere like that. A striking example is the Ushty . All these remnants of great civilizations actively fought among themselves, and in a single impulse drove the Atlanteans, blaming them for all their troubles, although it was not reliably known what happened that day.

The Deep Dwellers are various original inhabitants of the ocean. All sorts of mermaids, tritons, amorphs , smokers and the like. Some of them were not humanoid at all. For example, smokers were various kinds of intelligent sponges or crystallids . Amorphs are semi-organic creatures that can take many forms. The fallen oceanids belonged specifically to the Deep Dwellers. They were exclusively women, approximately at the level of Ancient Egypt or Late Rome. Matriarchy, due to the fact that whoever the father of an oceanid's child was, the child would be an oceanid. Alice only knew about the amorphs that they lived somewhere at very great depths, where she had never climbed in the past.

Fishmen are a mixture of all sorts of intelligent or semi-intelligent fish and experiments of various chimerologists . They are divided into two large groups - Upper and Lower. The Upper, in their majority, are fish. Perhaps the only exception are sharkmen . The Lower are experiments of magicians who tried to breed either ideal workers or ideal soldiers. The results of unsuccessful experiments were dumped into the ocean, where they interacted with each other, survived as best they could, and so on. As a result, such things can sometimes crawl out of the depths that Bosch's paintings will seem cute. Quotas were Upper, that is, simple, intelligent fish. The size of a short man, with a very long and flexible body, four-fingered webbed paws.

The undead are the inhabitants and guests of Atlantis who died during the cataclysm but returned from the other world. Mostly, they are various skeletons and zombies, but there are also those in whom the mind has evolved anew or managed to retain the remnants of reason. It is not known which of them is worse: the first will kill first, then devour; the second will devour, but it is not a fact that they will kill. The focal distribution of the undead saves: it is concentrated either in old cemeteries, or in the area of former Shipyards, or on the fields of large battles. In the latter case, it is a rather weak opponent. In the rest, it is extremely insidious and strong.

All factions were bitterly at odds with each other, which made it difficult, or impossible, for mixed settlements to develop. Short-term alliances did occur, and quite often, but getting along together was extremely rare.

A striking example was the story of the detachment that Alice met.

In a small village lived fishmen , not grieving. One day a group of skeletons and zombies showed up . As soon as the undead killed and ate a couple of residents, everyone else rushed off in all directions. They were looking in the direction of the nearest settlement of the Oceanids, whom the stunted fish brains considered guilty of the undead invasion. The Oceanids did not agree with this attitude and began to actively resent, proving their non-involvement in the appearance of the undead with the help of combat spells. The undead, who somehow hobbled to the party, happily began to eat everyone they could reach with their stumps. The high priestess of the Oceanids could not think of anything better than to open the ground under herself and the resulting dump. The statues of the goddesses, which began to fall, hit either the head or the ass of the amorphous , who was peacefully sleeping in the depths . He climbed out, showed who had the longest, thickest and heaviest member here, but got a decent beating from a ghost that appeared from somewhere, burying the entire settlement of oceanids along the way. By the time all this actively cursing brotherhood was met by Alice, who had been well beaten by the "biter", only memories remained of the undead, but the search for the guilty continued. No attention was paid to her.

The girl thought, scratched her head and began to chew the seaweed that had fallen into her eyes, which, as she remembered from previous runs, slightly restored her health, carefully observing the chaos that reigned, figuring out ways to organize it. In the end, she settled on the simplest and most primitive. She approached Quot, who was standing alone and actively shouting something. She stood next to him. She waited until Quot paid attention to her, approached him, pressed herself against him and slid her hand under the symbolic loincloth, feeling for his penis with her hand. Smiling at the fishman , she began to actively move her palm over him. Quot instantly became excited, baring his ugly toothy mouth in a semblance of a smile. Alice, still jerking off the cock, knelt down, lightly played with the Quot's balls with her other hand , then licked her lips lustfully and took the small head of the cock, which looked like a cocktail straw or a pea, into her mouth. She twirled it in her mouth a little, then let the cock slide into her esophagus. She had already lost her oral and throat virginity, and now she only had to suppress her gag reflex. A necessity that did not allow her to fully enjoy what was happening. Quot croaked something, his webbed paws grabbed Alice by the ears and began to roughly and deeply impale her mouth on the cock that had begun to swell. It took her a few moments to restrain a particularly strong gag reflex and save her tongue from getting pinched by her teeth. The Quot's members , when calm, resembled a macaroni , when excited - a thick sausage with a huge ball on one end. If you place it incorrectly in your mouth, you can lose your teeth. The time for this operation has not yet come. Alice planned to get rid of her teeth without fail, but much later: when " Masochist " will allow her to catch more than one orgasm from this operation, and "Demonstration" will turn into a real show. However, now there is no need for particularly sensitive blowjobs, nor for learning the languages of individual peoples, which you need not only to understand, but also to be able to say a couple of phrases, which is simply impossible with teeth. Now it is better to take care.

At the same time, Alice felt someone's cold, webbed paws lay on her ass, into which a thin, cold thing immediately entered, after a couple of movements quickly began to increase in size and fill the girl's rectum. Alice shuddered from a portion of severe pain that pierced her, but the groan that escaped was full of joy and pleasure. Pain is good. Pain is pleasure and joy. The girl slightly moved her ass, showing that she liked everything and wanted more. A dissatisfied croak was heard from behind. Alice understood everything and stopped moving her ass.

The quota's member in her mouth jerked twice sharply, and the ball increased in size even more, starting to press on her gums and teeth with considerable force. The girl felt some cool liquid flowing down her esophagus. The quota she was giving a blowjob to began trying to pull his member out of Alice's mouth. The girl moaned languidly, demonstrating how she did not want to part with such a beautiful organ. However, this did not stop her from squealing joyfully when another quota came in place of the one who had finished. The newcomer did not stand on ceremony at all, but, grabbing Alice by the ears, began to push her head onto his cock with great speed and force, not caring at all about the girl's comfort and feelings. She even liked it. Or she tried to convince herself of it.

Alice's ass felt two sharp pulsations, after which her stomach went cold. The quota who was fucking her in the ass was either too impatient or not very skilled, and did not know that he had to wait a while before pulling his cock out of her ass. His chaotic jerks made Alice wag her ass even harder and more seductively. And this brought a certain result. With some kind of nasty grinding and loud rustling, a faceted and, by the feel of it, spiked club burst into the girl's pussy. Alice tried with her whole appearance and limited vocal capabilities to make it clear how happy she was and what pleasure she got from the drill working between her legs! She even closed her eyes with pleasure. Whoever was fucking her pussy now, did it with a very high frequency and speed, making Alice feel herself again stretched on the huge dildos of the studio fuck machines. And from these memories, covered in the web of time, she came only harder. Alice did not even notice that the penis in her mouth had changed. She felt very good and calm. Hot waves of pleasure rolled through her body one after another, and the girl barely kept track of what was happening. She just did not want to.

All good things come to an end. At first, Alice felt her uterus begin to expand and warm up. The girl arched her back and moaned sweetly with her mouth free of cocks. The moan suddenly stopped when Alice's head, who was on all fours, was suddenly grabbed and pressed against someone's ass. Alice hesitated a little before starting to lick the clearly female butt. Her tongue slid into the stranger's well-developed hole and began to search for sensitive areas in it. And, judging by the change in position and the rare screams of the stranger, it succeeded. At that moment, the cock that was tearing her pussy left Alice's body, and the girl felt what was filling her uterus follow it. It followed very quickly and roughly, with numerous thrusts, which she really liked and caused another orgasm. From the squeaky bass laughter around her, Alice easily imagined a picture of how a stream of gas and bubbles of water began to burst out from the pussy of a girl standing on all fours, actively licking the ass of another girl, from which the ass-licker only came. Once again.

The stranger suddenly turned sharply to Alice with her front, pressed the girl's head tightly to her clitoris. Soon, to the usual taste of sea water in Alice's mouth, a new one was added, somewhat similar to bitter tea, and a melodic moan confirmed that she had done everything correctly, and now the oceanid was violently cumming in her mouth.

- Boys and a girl, maybe you could tell me what's going on here and where you came from? - Alice asked her partners, licking her lips lustfully. In response, they interrupted each other and didn't forget to paw the girl as they told her a story about the undead, peaceful quotas and treacherous oceanids.

After spending a little more time, Alice persuaded those around her to show her where the Quota village was . The key factor here was the desire of the amorphous Gran to see once more the "small geyser he made himself, although it was considered that he was still too young for this" before "going home". Alice happily agreed. Five Quotas and one Oceanid priestess had to submit to the will of the strongest.

Lying in the seaweed thickets, Alice grimaced with displeasure at the sight: the captured quota village had already begun to turn into a "Cemetery". Such a rapid, literally half-day, transformation indicated the presence of intelligent undead with magical abilities in the settlement. Taking it by storm was not an option. If only my squad had at least one long-range fighter with good accuracy and stealth... One-shot the leader, kite him zombies , then destroy the not very dangerous skeletons, which Gran could easily tank . There might have been some chances in that case, but the maximum available long-range power is to throw boulders at the enemy, which is an extremely bad idea underwater. You could try to persuade Gran to go underground and attack from there, but, alas, he is not a crystallid , and even a primitive skeleton can easily smell any living creature and raise the alarm.

Alice spent some time talking with her subordinates and licked the oceanide again, but found out that in addition to the destroyed settlements known to her, there was another one, abandoned long ago due to "unknown evil", but everyone present knew the way there.

In that abandoned village, Alice was relatively lucky: the ruins of the village were inhabited by a family of needle-like medusoids - creatures very similar to the small crystallid , which she had already killed today. Their main feature is long, covered with shooting needles, goads and reduced physical damage. Considering that the "families" of medusoids consist of a maximum of five individuals, and Alice herself had never met more than three at once, then the chances of winning were there even without any complicated tricks. Taking into account the cowardice of the creatures , it was possible to definitely say that there was no one else in the abandoned village except them.

It took Alice some time to trade with her squad, but eventually they agreed to try to retake Prikolonnaya . True, in exchange for this she had to promise that for the next two days the Quotas and the Oceanid would be able to use the girl's body whenever they wanted, and she would be able to show Gran the double geyser, but Alice understood that she had gotten off easy. Dealing with the medusoids alone would have been long and extremely problematic. With the squad, everything went quite easily. Alice attacked the female, Gran tied up the male in combat, and the rest of the crowd kicked the cub. In the largest and best-preserved hut, the girl found a dull crystal with sharp edges. Sighing, she cut her hand with it, asserting her power over these ruins and gaining access to the urban planning interface.

The first thing the system asked her to do, in her new status as a landowner, was to choose the species that the settlement would belong to. Alice had to weigh and calculate everything urgently.

Quotas. They breed well, and require minimal resources for maintenance. One of the few species that have daily growth instead of weekly. They are very weak as fighters, and there are practically no mages, except for shamans, who are the pinnacle of their development line. There are no technological buildings, and the development itself is at the level of the simplest processing of coral branches into shafts for spears and clubs, and bones for their combat units. You can forget about tactical refinements, except for the standard zerg rush , with quotas - you won't have enough brains. On the other hand, their fertility will allow Alice to constantly pump levels until her holes surpass their members in level, and this, with high constant intensity, will happen very quickly. A good boost at the start, but shitty in all other situations.

Irinids . Which are from the Oceanids. Theocratic matriarchy. Absolutely all Irinids are priestesses of some goddess. The level of development is late antiquity. They are skilled in fortification and construction, they know steel. Being priestesses, they all possess magic, including summons. However... They have practically no close fighters capable of forming the first line, except for a couple of higher ranks. Forming a frontline from summoned creatures - on paper it looks beautiful, but in reality... In fact, priestesses use prana , which they receive during prayers and rituals in honor of the goddess, which they conduct. Summons can also be expelled by ordinary magicians, whose mana is restored simply over time. The Irinids do not have much health - a "crystal cannon", in other words. The growth is average. Plus, you can't get out of choosing a deity if you choose them. And your own development will almost stop dead.

The Siltmen . The Amorphs . The growth is extremely low. They require a ton of resources, but their combat capabilities are... average. There are no mages, and the shooters are lousy. The main attack is to jump out from underground at an unexpected enemy, deliver a couple of powerful blows, and then go underground again. Yes, the Siltmen practically crush everything they can reach. Only then are they forced to crawl back underground, where they navigate using vibrations, practically guaranteeing that their next blow will be on their own. It was Gran, out of youth, stupidity, and curiosity, who stayed on the surface, allowing Alisa to have a good tank in her army for some time. Only he will leave after receiving the agreed payment.

Thus, the occupation of the settlement by the end of the first day could be considered a plus. The positive aspects could also include the increase in three levels, if not for the skills that dropped. Of the useful ones, there was only "Group Sex", and the other two were more garbage, "Diplomacy" and "Tactics". Thus, the usefulness of today's leveling was questionable.

Alice stepped down from the column she was sitting on and approached the control crystal. Going over the events of the day, she remembered that the quotas could simply be given permission to settle somewhere nearby and, periodically visiting there, stimulate their natural development into larger individuals. Yes, there would be problems with recruiting them into the troops, but this was a solvable issue. Of the remaining two options, the Irinids won over the Iloviks in all respects. There was, of course, the question of the goddess, but Alice did not remember the local pantheon, but she remembered that it was all connected with debauchery and a lot of sex. She just needed to go out and talk to the squad priestess - she would tell her the right option. But this would be later - there was not much time left until the end of the day. She needed to wait until this happened and go work off the promised payment. In the meantime, she could rest a little.

With a satisfied groan, Alice stretched out on the floor of her hut. The first day is always the easiest, and it was already over.

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"You have acquired the class Priestess. Class abilities and skills are unavailable: Religious building must be built. Your patron: Deraress . Your title: Parishioner."

Alice removed the message that appeared without reading the whole sheet of text.

Priestess. A very versatile class that can both go in the front lines, getting punched in the face, and hang various buffs and weakenings on enemies and allies from the rear. In theory. In practice... Everything was completely different and very much depended on the chosen god. For example, Ares granted exceptionally powerful attacks, self-buffs , the strongest armor, but peaceful management penalties were so fierce that almost no one took him. Kronius gave back a mediocre blade. And that's it. Frieza granted cold attacks and an aura that froze everyone and everything, with which you had to climb into the front lines and get your ass kicked. Oh yeah, and stay away from settlements.

Deraress . Her most common names were the Bitch in Heat and the Perfect Whore. Goddess of life and death, perverted and endless carnal pleasures, patroness of zoophiles , masochists , coprophiliacs , brothels whores , sex slaves and all that. In principle, not the worst option. Some Golden Mother is generally a pure eater of slops and other things. So Deraress is an acceptable option.

Alice briefly thanked Nethia , an Irinida from her squad, who introduced the girl to the flock of Deraress . The Oceanid was not exactly pleased with Alice's choice, but she did not voice any serious objections either. If the girl had accepted the patronage of Fela or Isabeau , Nethia would have squealed and jumped for joy, but Alice categorically did not want to get involved with a crazy man-hater or an equally cannibal . Deraress's choice Nelia was not pleased, but she did not feel anger, discontent or disappointment, she only winced and grumbled slightly. This was good: the oceanid would not run away under cover of night, would not stab Alice in her sleep, would not strike her in the back in battle. Yes, before the first sacred place appeared, the oceanid needed to be watched so that she did not do anything nasty, but in the current situation, the maximum would be to constantly poison the girl with laxatives, sleeping pills, stimulants and all that kind of stuff. Alice was ready to put up with this and endure. Plus, if she was lucky, she could use it for her own benefit. For example, make a whole show out of diarrhea. And the goddess would appreciate it, and the skill would be pumped up.

Nelia behind , Alice floated into the hut. Sitting down with her pussy on the control crystal, she began to sort out the current situation. The crystal twitched slightly when the girl switched between windows, thereby slightly exciting the girl. The funniest thing is that it also counted towards the new members. A small, useful bug.

The first thing Alice did was open the development branch of the Irinid castle . She immediately nodded with satisfaction. Firstly, all the units of the standard seven ranks were available, and even upgradeable ones. Secondly, the development of the territory went along two independent branches: temple and municipal. Thirdly, both branches had ten stages. Fourthly, to build the first buildings, no resources were required other than those available. Fifthly, there were so-called "alienated territories" - places where quotas could be settled and their buildings built. Without the help of the system, of course, but this was still a stable increase in population.

In other words, the situation looked completely playable and no serious dirty tricks were planned.

After that, Alice opened the character window. Putting aside leveling up, she began studying the possibilities that the received class "Priestess" gave her.

If skills were pumped by use, then classes - each in a different way. "Priestess" required performing deeds and participating in rituals in honor of the goddess. This gave prana . The more prana accumulated, the higher the class level and rank in the clergy. However, prana was spent on using abilities , which greatly slowed down pumping, since with a decrease in the amount of accumulated prana , the rank also decreased, therefore, the strength and effectiveness of class abilities decreased . It is good that the abilities themselves opened with an increase in level, and were not tied to rank. And again: the higher the level of the ability, the more prana it eats.

There were fourteen ranks in total. Eight of them (parishioner, sectarian, cultist , novice, nun, acolyte , junior priestess, priestess) were common, but the higher ranks were divided into two branches - combat and religious. However, Alice was of little interest in this now. Much more important was the fact that the rank of novice gave her access to the recipe for the elixir of minor passion. To create it, all you had to do was fill your own vagina with the sperm of five different creatures, and then cum from your fingers. Using the elixir allowed you to replenish five percent of your spent stamina at the cost of an increase of ten percent of arousal.

Alice gurgled in disappointment. She had served the Quotas and paid Gran just after midnight. If she hadn't done that, she could have gotten a unit of prana , the first of the required hundred. On the other hand, she had to stimulate the Quotas to build a house and go on a campaign of conquest today. It would be better if their endurance was not so high. The woman scratched her gills. What was done could not be undone, but next time she had to prioritize better and think before she acted.

At the first level of "Priestess", the activated ability "Spark of the Goddess" was unlocked. A rather useless thing, allowing you to create a small sphere that creates a pleasant twilight and increases the arousal of those on whom its light falls by one hundredth of a percent every twenty seconds, and reduces the cost of stamina for "acts pleasing to the goddess" by half a percent.

Having closed the character window, Alice returned to managing the settlement. Of the two buildings available for automatic construction, she chose the "Pillar of Deraress " - the first building in the temple branch, without which it is impossible to develop it. It was also possible to launch the "Hut", which, after construction, gives the opportunity to hire servants - conditionally first-level combat units. Only the maximum of their combat capabilities is to hit the enemy with a rake. The "Pillar" also comes with a full-fledged priestess, from whom you can learn the first ritual of worship. And this accelerates rank raising, which is more promising than a bunch of working peasants. Plus, the "Monastery" from this branch, unlike the "University" from the municipal one, did not require the development of the settlement to the "City" level. "Mutations" could be activated in both buildings.

Combat units can be obtained in the Quota settlement . Their first rank - Quota - is a rare blockhead, but twice as strong as pure peasant servants.

Having dealt with the construction and classes, Alice moved on to the levels she had received in the morning. She had earned the right to increase by paying Gran and almost bringing herself to the peak with the control crystal. Even though the amorphous member had already been inside her, this time it had been in her ass, having significantly turned the latter around and hung another pack of debuffs .

The first choice made her wince slightly. The system offered her "Pear" - the secondary skill of " Masochist " and "Nymphomaniac" against "Tactics" from "Feudal Lord" and "General". The starting "Pear" converted one percent of incoming crushing damage into one percent of arousal and one percent of pleasure. Its only usefulness was that it was required for " Golem " - a skill that allowed you to play with the physical damage you received, use it to restore your own health, increase the speed of your attacks and all that other stuff. "Tactics" was about managing troops, creating complex reorganizations and schemes. Completely useless when the bulk of the troops were quotas and other Fishmen .

On the other hand, her holes haven't gained levels yet, which has led to traumatic debuffs of varying severity. And until this happens, " Masochist " will be heavily boosted , which slightly increases the chances of opening " Golem ".

Alice cursed and chose the Pear. Doubtful prospects are better than none at all.

The second choice caused the woman to utter a stream of enthusiastic obscenities towards the system that had laid a gorgeous dirty trick: " Sperm Eater " versus " Lizalka ". The first skill allowed one to replenish health, energy and mana by swallowing sperm that would be poured into Alice's mouth. The second reduced the cost of stamina when Alice licked other people's body parts, and increased the chance of quickly detecting sensitive points.

The woman began to slowly suck the fingers of her left hand, trying to do it as erotically and depravedly as possible. She put the fingers of her right hand into her cave and began to move them so actively.

Such simple actions masked the thoughts Alice was in. Even if no one was spying on her today, she should be remembered that very soon she would be watched everywhere and always, looking for an opportunity to fuck. And it was extremely important for her to provide these opportunities. For this reason, even ordinary actions should excite the viewer and send him signals that Alice was ready for... use. The woman hid a sad smile with her palm, continuing to lick her fingers and drive away unnecessary thoughts, masking her active calculation of prospects and directions of development with a jerk . The Oceanids would be her elite and the backbone of the future army for a very long time. It was better that they were satisfied with her services and body. Quotas... This is a "meat shield", no matter how you look at it. They are dangerous in numbers, but there is every chance of getting " Sperm Eater " again, because the quotas will actively fuck her mouth and cum in it - there was no doubt about it. Having spent some more time to finally weigh everything, Alice nevertheless chose " Lizalka ". And, having stuck her finger into her already flowing pussy, she began to estimate the possibilities of the fastest construction of the "Monastery" - the question of activating "Mutations" was becoming, if not of primary importance, then close to it. Already taking her fingers out of her mouth to simulate a disappointed sigh from an unsuccessful attempt to cum, she remembered that there was another way to get what she wanted - already accessible, much less expensive, but very variable, and not always working. Although, if it works out, then interesting opportunities will open up. Losses in case of failure ... If you compare with what she has already lost, then nothing will be added to this.

Having finished with the current affairs, and not forgetting to feign disappointment, she left the hut and went to the part of the settlement where the quotas were being arranged. She needed to find out where the sources of resources were in the vicinity: tree corals, iron vines, resin sponges - everything that was required to build buildings higher than the basic ones. When the first servants appeared, they would need to be sent immediately to extract resources so that the construction would go on without stopping.

Quotas, quite expectedly, included "dunno". They say they never left their village, they didn't see anything and they don't know anything. And why know anything when the water itself brings everything you need - just have time to grab it and lift your paws? Typical behavior of first-rank units with not very high intelligence. Only skeletons and zombies among the undead were dumber than fish-people peasants . So they simply didn't have the intelligence parameter.

However, the conversation quickly changed tone as soon as the woman grabbed the most talkative one by the balls and began to gently play with them, watching as the skinny noodle turned into a plump penis. Kvoth gurgled something joyfully and began to try to bend Alice over with his flipper-like paws. The woman playfully dodged, in the meantime starting to jerk off his erect penis with her palm. Kvoth tried again. She dodged again, noticing that the rest of the group's dicks were also ready.

- You don't know anything, - Alice cooed teasingly, with a hint of resentment in her voice, continuing to slip away from the clutches of the quota. - If only I knew, I would let you feed me the most delicious delicacy in the world, which I missed so much - your excellent, thick, fatty sperm.

The quota chasing the woman froze, trying to comprehend what he had heard. Alice giggled to herself – that was the funny look the quotas took when they tried to use their heads for their intended purpose.

a shiny once ! - one of the observers excitedly chattered after some time. - She swims away from me! I run after her! Run and meet a big sticky one. Shiny splashes into her, and I almost splash! For a long, long time I couldn't wash my paw... Now I feed her, right?

- Umm , a good boy, huh? - the woman swam up to the distinguished quota and dropped to her knees. - And the wonderful boy has a wonderful penis. So swollen, so big, - she cooed, starting to slowly move her hand along the hard, bluish member. The sharp, needle-like end of the male organ was already trembling impatiently in anticipation of the moment when it could expel its contents, and the dark blue veins curling along it began to pulsate weakly. Alice ran her fingertips along them, teasing and exciting not only this particular quota, but also those who were watching what was happening.

- I remember! - another one suddenly yelled, so loudly that the woman almost went deaf, and the rest of his tribesmen shuddered. The member in her hands jerked, spat out a small portion of cloudy liquid, which quickly settled on Alice's huge tits. - Burkh say that he sees something big and green, but hard and tasteless! - continued yelling quot. - And fighting, but Burkh bring a big snag, which quickly-quickly dig a hole! Burkh say, everyone go there, take snags ... Oops !

The screamer got it from his fellow tribesmen, who pounced on him and started beating him. Alice stood for a while, watching this fuss. An association with a bread crumb that was thrown into an aquarium with fry flashed through her mind. Just like hers. The woman quickly drove the image to the very bottom of her mind. This was not the time for such thoughts. Now it was necessary to quickly separate the fighters before they killed the screamer and put him to useful work, fortunately, the situation was conducive.

- Quiet, quiet! Bye-bye! - Alice intervened, pushing the fighting quotas aside , not forgetting to touch their slippery, scaly bodies in interesting places. Of course, the chances of teasing them again were extremely small, but it was worth trying. - If there are fewer of you, then I will get bored, and I will get upset and stop coming to you. You don’t want that, right, little ones?

“We don’t want to,” the quotas muttered in disarray.

- He's just in the way, - one of them kicked the whining screamer. - Let him go to his hole.

- Do you have a hole? - the woman bowed her head. - Show it to me! I want to see it! I'm interested! Then I'll please you many, many times!

- No, - the adviser hung his head. - It takes a long time to make a hole. It's boring. It's useless. It's only good to sleep in a hole, but you can't catch anything in it.

- That's right, - Alice smiled softly. - Only you can't let anyone into the hole. Just imagine: me, you, your friends and no one bothers us with shouts. Mmm , - the woman made a moan and in feigned excitement ran her fingers into her crotch, starting to play with it. - I can already imagine this picture.

- Nora is good, - a whisper ran through the quotas . - Just too long! - the spontaneous meeting delivered its verdict.

- Burkh dug it up quickly, didn't he? - Active nodding was the answer. - So let's go to where he found his snag? Each of us will take a snag, and the hole will be dug very quickly!

The quotas froze and then rushed off in a direction known only to them. Alice swam slowly after them. She was sure that Burkh had brought a piece of tree coral. This meant that there would definitely be an enemy in that place. It was unlikely to be very strong – this resource grows almost everywhere and is not rare. This meant that someone like the already encountered medusoids had settled there – some kind of vile, insidious, but not very strong creature. Another question is that the quotas, who were not even close to tactics and caution, could perish there in full force, which did not fit into Alice’s plans at all. This meant that these nimble ones needed to be stopped in time, before they died. If this happened, then the “meat shield” would have to be forgotten for a long time, which would completely cross out all the woman’s plans.

Slowly floating after the quotas, Alice shuddered several times when it seemed to her that the surroundings were starting to become transparent and lose their color saturation - the first signs of a smooth exit of the player from the game to the real world. Fortunately, all these times turned out to be just a play of shadows and light, the whims of lighting. However, the leisurely journey with the quotas (due to their small stature, they swam much slower than the woman, although they hurried with all their might) began to immerse her in extraneous, inappropriate thoughts. Alice began to wonder: had they found it already or not? Had she made the Transition, or was she still lying in the capsule, in an empty and gloomy, abandoned studio, surrounded by empty packages from makeshift substitutes for LSS cassettes? Maybe they didn’t pull her out of the capsule, but simply doused her with gasoline and set her on fire? And only the journey of consciousness through the game world prevents her from feeling this?

Alice tried to drive away such thoughts all yesterday and this morning. She knew little about the phenomenon of the Transition, but all the known scraps of information said that it was possible only if you fully identified yourself with the game avatar and the new world, accepted your place and role in it. If this is not the case, then all that remains is to hope that the reliability of the control and defense systems of the capsule will be low and everything will happen by itself. For this reason, Alice forbade herself to think about the past, about her goal. She tightly blocked the construction expert in the depths of her consciousness, allowing the heiress of the lost Atlantis, a complete and fallen whore, to lead and control her actions. She must wait. She must make sure that the Transition was a success. And only when it is time to look for the way back, she will be able to remember the reasons that brought her here again. Now she must manage the quotas, she must force them to build holes for themselves, which will give the first weekly increase in units. Stop! Not units! There are no units here. There are only her subjects, and they are also lovers who are walking straight into a trap!

- Stop, kids! - Alice barked, attracting attention. - Back!

A nasty, insidious, but not very strong creature... So what is the family of predatory purple sponges, which one cannot call weak, forgetting here?!