World Witout Wizards: Guard

The healer tried to treat my wound. He was neither a mage nor an alchemist. He washed the wounds, stitched them up, put some smelly ointment on them, and bandaged my waist. It was obvious that this was a very experienced man who had performed such operations more than a dozen times. But I didn't feel better, though my stomach and arm stopped bleeding. I felt that there was a foreign body in me.

"Everything is all right," Lysandra smiled charmingly.

"I couldn't agree," Vasilisa nodded confidently, "Lysandra you look like a noble lady!"

"I should have become a noble lady," Lysandra said gloomily, "if not for this bastard. I mean our beloved and kind master."

"By the way…" I couldn't object because I was losing consciousness…

"What about him?" the voice of the former warlock's disciple sounded as if from far away.

"Massive blood loss," the healer replied, "the potions must be wearing off…" He said something else, but I didn't hear...

"What about him?" the man in the white clothes asked strictly.

"Severe blood loss," his colleague answered, "we are trying to keep his heart and brain active. We won't be able to save his arms and what's below the belt."

"The shooting on Lincoln Avenue?" the first man asked, "Hemorrhaging?"

"Yes. His spinal cord can't be regenerated even with nanites."

"The living shall envy the dead. I'm sorry this guy will be permanently disabled. Put him on artificial respiration…"

It was not a dream, but rather a vision, clear as never before. I saw the Light and the strangers again. Maybe it was just hallucinations because of what I went through... Then I dived into impenetrable, black, hot and viscous darkness.

Gradually I began to feel pain in my stomach. The Black Jaw had hurt me badly. Feeling the pain, I realized that I still existed and was living in this world.

I opened my eyes and froze. Where am I? I was lying in a hot bed. My girls slept on both sides of me. Vasilisa put her head on my c.h.e.s.t, Lysandra clamped my leg with hers.

Luck Check

Base 1

Bonus 0

Dice Roll 3

Requirement 2

Great Success

I raised my head with difficulty and looked around. I was hard. Both shameless chicks were completely n.a.k.e.d! They even took off their u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, like me.

I didn't have any other clothes except for the bandages. I understood that I was their slave owner and could have them both without asking for permission… On the other hand, I was embarrassed. I wondered what they would think of me if they learned about my fantasies and how they would treat me? Perhaps they would take it for granted or would hate me for such a consuming attitude...

I decided to examine them while they were sleeping. Lysandra's bruises and signs of the torture almost disappeared. She was incomparable, I felt excited while looking at her magnificent b.r.e.a.s.ts. Vasilisa's body wasn't so impressive, her b.r.e.a.s.ts with long thin n.i.p.p.l.es reminded small mounds. I didn't know if I was in heaven or hell.

I was afraid to wake up the girls and tried to release my hand. Lysandra immediately opened her big cunning eyes. She didn't seem to sleep. I blushed with embarrassment. She caught me looking at their bodies. The girl immediately poked Vasilisa in the side.

"This pervert has woken up," Lysandra said with a sneer, "we can leave."

"Why?" I opened and closed my mouth in bewilderment. "Why do you call me a pervert, you decided to lie next to me absolutely nude."

"We had to warm you," as the healer advised. "He said you couldn't be treated with medicine or magic. You drank too many potions."

"He explained that you couldn't control your body temperature ." Vasilisa confirmed, "this healer ordered to undress you, master, and lie down with you under the blanket. I will stay if you order me to."

"You won't do it," the warlock's disciple said strictly, "he may decide that it's normal and will always require this."

"I can demand you stay," I said provokingly, but Lysandra's look was so contemptuous that I decided to shut up.

"You can, master," Lysandra nodded, "and we'll grant your wish. But I doubt you'll be happy. Those feelings must be mutual."

"You're too clever," Vasilisa exclaimed. "How did you become a slave with such an intelligence?"

"Oh... I'll kill the next person that asks me that. By the way, sir, do you know that you are responsible for all the actions of your slaves? Whatever we do... So, let's make a deal: we'll behave well, and you won't make us do anything indecent."

Intelligence Check

Base 0

Bonus -3 (your interlocutor is genius)

Dice Roll 4

Requirement 2

Great Success

I didn't know what to say... Lysandra could get out of any situation with benefit for herself. I had to say something…

"All right," I said reluctantly, "where are we?"

"What do you mean? We're in the only house that's still left standing." Lysandra replied, "on Oulsast's estate, or to be more precise, on your estate."