O2O - Goblin Lover 4 - Cursed

Laura could not resist logging in one or two more times, even if it did not help. GoblinLover did not advise it, but what was the harm, so long as her setup was not plugged in. Oddly enough, no matter how many times she logged in and waited to enjoy the carnal pleasures of being a Goblin captive, she was not ravished like the others. She was given special treatment. She waited and her body begged. Her character begged without any input from her, as she was completely under Uma's suggestion. She logged out and watched and waited from there, still nothing except the occasional times when the Shaman would come out to fucker her personally, but those times were few and far between. He looked busy.

“Obsessing about it isn't really helping.” GL claimed.

“That's kind of hypocritical, considering the obsessed group we're both a part of.” Laura rolled her eyes. There was a pause.
“You are a part of the group, right? Fucks sake, you found me through them.”

“I'm not disinterested. I'm just not as fanatical as you.” GL explained.

“Not fanatical?”

“I'd consider my interest to be somewhere between: Enjoying studying npc behaviors in game and hooking myself up to a glorified ego-death machine. Why would you WANT that so bad that you're willing to, to...”

“Look, the world isn't exactly bright. The game is an escape for a lot of people. Some wanna live out their fantasies of being an adventurer forever. I just want to get captured... Is that so strange?”

“Kind of.” GL admitted.
“But I'm not judging you. I'm glad you didn't meet your end. We should use this opportunity to fight Uma. Have you contacted your friend?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I can't exactly tell my friend that I am obsessed with helping Goblins capture and terrorize players. He  would think I'm a freak and... I don't want that.”

“So... Them finding out that you strapped yourself into that silly device of yours?”

“Ideally they wouldn't find out and if they did... Well, it wouldn't matter at that point.”

“Maybe they would just... Get it?” GL suggested.

“Everyone has their own 'thing.'”

“Could I actually be that lucky? No, I think we have to figure out a way to do this on our own.”

GL sighed. “Okay. Well, it seems as if you are stuck. If we're talking in video game terms, you are literally stun locked.”

“Not so sure. The Shaman is planning something.”

“Doesn't matter. Uma's magic is very good. Goblins have no resistances. Why would they? Monsters are the perfect target for her.”

“Oh... Idea. What about Uma's resistances?”

“They're going to be high.”

“To magic items? The smith isn't technically aligned with either of us. She's completely self interested.”

“You can't exactly send a message.”

“But Nial can.”

“Weren't you worried-”

“Uma is a problem because she might actually blackmail me to him. The Smith is probably about as embarrassed as someone should be in this situation. I send Nial a coded message to send her that she will understand.”

“That...” GoblinLover pauses.
“Sounds like a plan. Do it.”

-

Luara logged into the game to see the Artisan crouched in front of her. “Can you hear me? Even though you're the freak that tried to sell us out, you scare me less than Uma does. I'm with you. I just... I don't actually know what you're asking for. Instructions were unclear. Can you talk to me?”

Within the game Luara was mindbroken. Uma's suggestion weighed down her thoughts. She could barely hear a thing that the Artisan said, though her legs spread as the Shaman sauntered up to see what was going on. He eyed the two of them. He looked to Luara, ready for another lay, then he looked to the suspicious Yenna. She recoiled a bit and held her hands up. He lifted a brow and made a motion with his hand. It looked familiar.

Yenna shuddered. Uma's resistances were high, but Yenna's were not. She suddenly felt the intention within him form words that she could understand.
“C-craft...” She strained, her eyes crossing as the hammer of a spell that the Goblin crudely wove bashed inside, in stark comparison to Uma's sharp, precise barbs.
“Craft... Curse?” She blinked, holding her head.
“Craft curse.” She whispered.
“I get it!” She looked to the Goblin seriously and tried to motion with her hands.
“What kind? What. Kind?”

He sighed and escorted her back to the forge. He began to subtly guide her with simple words and intentions. Meanwhile, in the corner by the cozy fire Uma cheerily counted the coin from the raids. She was quickly becoming as rich as a warlord off of the well-equipped goblins. She had no care for what Yenna was working on, as the girl working on anything meant money and power. Yenna noticed nervously that the more the Goblin did it, the more proficient he seemed to get. More than that, slowly she started to get the impression that it was more than intent and understanding creeping into her mind. It was desire and compulsion. After hours of hard work she presented her creations humbly to the Goblin Shaman. He looked them over, then smiled at her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as the understanding, desire and compulsion of 'Back to work.' Entered her mind.

“Yes sir.” She turned around and went back to crafting armor.

The items that were presented to him were a pair of finely forged metal high heels with shining steel, minimalist design. No straps, simply a slip on, open toe design that seemed uncomfortably tall in the heel. Next was a belt that looked relatively normal. Thin, flexible metal with a latch at the front. Meant to be worn around a pair of wide hips. Two bracelets and finally no set of odd cursed gear would be complete without a locking metal collar.

The Shaman slipped behind Uma and unceremoniously wrapped the collar around the woman's neck. It clicked into place. This worked quite well because not only did Uma have very little respect for his kind, she also did not have any consideration for their ability to utilize cursed items or any items. She could have defended an attack but a simple equipping of a necklace was an act that did not trigger combat. She reached up in confusion, almost not even knowing what happened at first. There was an order of things, however. First, the Necklace sunk into the skin of her neck and disappeared. It was not able to be removed but the curse of a cursed item was two-fold. The necklace she wore empowering her and her abilities fell to the ground, unable to be equipped to the same slot where an item was already present.

She stood up. “What!?” She looked around for a player that would have done such a thing. Her first mistake. She checked her equipment and read the name so affectionately given through intent by the Artisan.
“Collar of the... Drooling-” She gulped down saliva as it suddenly began to build in her mouth. It was too much and quickly began to flow out over her beautiful, plush lips and onto her chest.
“Cross-eyed-” Her vision was permanently blurred and confused as her eyes were directed inwards, crossing comically.
“Monument?” The last word made no immediate sense to her. 'Collar of the Drooling, Cross-eyed Monument.'

She felt something snap around her wrist from the Goblin she paid no mind in those crucial moments, and that was the last time she felt her arms move as the rose. Her hands curled up into a cute, open palm gesture, like a scale. She began to run, but felt one foot slip into a small 'slipper' as her foot raised. She could not see where she was going so she stepped down and found herself on shaky ground. Then the other was equipped. Her feet felt as if they were stuck in mud. She could barely budge. She bent over and tried her best to move.
“Wha- ish happeh!” She struggled to speak, with saliva affecting her ability to form words. Finally, a belt was placed around her waist and Uma stared at her equipment in horror to see the name of the full set.

The Drooling, Cross-eyed Monument set. Heels that kept the wearers feet planted in place like a statue. Bracelets that raised the arms and hands into a divine pose and a Collar that shaped her face into the crude expression it had taken with her mouth open and drooling profusely in a wide 'O.' Finally with the belt her posture curved sensually and uncomfortably into an erotic and impractical pose. Her legs as well. She read out the Curse and it's bonuses. Her crossed-eyes widened with greed as she read the first portion.

'Immortality and invulnerability? Is this a blessing in disguise?' Then she continued reading and found the catch.

[The wearer is bound into the statue-like position as if she were an image of a goddess. Her skin remains smooth but becomes invulnerable and her divinity begins to take shape, making the wearer immortal and immune to the wear of age.]

[Wearer's name is permanently changed to 'Drooling, Cross-eyed Monument.', name may not be affected by name change and name change option is permanently locked. *Do not contact the Moderators about this effect*.]

[Wearer's type is permanently changed to 'Divine Statue.' This type is unaffected magic, alchemy and moderator intervention through the unstuck command. Type is unable to wear armor.] She breathed a sigh of relief.

'That should cancel all this out.'

[Wearer's armor is shed, save for the Drooling Monument set items which will have their effects added to the characters permanent traits.]

'What!?' All of her expensive armor and items fell from her body, completely shed.

[Wearer gains 'Divine Mentality.']
'What? What is Divine Mentality? These fucking Goblins, I swear I'll-'

[Opinion of favored follower 'Goblin' Increased to Maximum.]
'F-forgive them, maybe... Just this once.' She told herself, still getting used to the jarring shift.

[Opinion of favored follower 'Goblin Ally' Increased to Maximum.]
A thought popped into the Monument's Divine consciousness. 'I was harsh on the child... I will free her mind. She has shown herself to be an Ally to my faithful.'

[Opinion of favored enemy 'Non-Goblin' Decreased to Maximum.]
'What have I done... I- I don't deserve to be worshiped by these creatures. I don't deserve to be a goddess, but I will do what I must. To help these poor souls. For they are my-'

[Opinion of self downgraded. Opinion of Self set to 'Divine Slave.']

'Masters. I am blessed to be given an opportunity to serve them with Divine Blessings.'

[Trait gained 'Healing Saliva', 'Healing Juices.', Healing Tears.', 'Blessing Aura.']

'Good. I will automatically bless any Masters that come within my Aura for days. They will be granted strength and fervor.' Uma felt content and pleased. She enjoyed her position as a Divine Statue and felt an innate desire to be granted Goddess status, however she knew that she would never escape her fate as a Divine Slave, nor did she want to. All she wanted for was the success and conquest of her Favored Servants.

“Damn, that is good work.” Luara blinked at the sight. Uma had turned into a living, drooling statue. She felt a little damaged by being held for days so she cupped a hand under the fountain like stream and sniffed it first.
“Sweet...” She then drank and was surprised to find that it actually did provide healing. The Goblin stood back and admired the work. He was wondering where a good place to put her would be in the camp.