Degencraft- 1 - Glory Hole Curse

“We need to take a full stock of the contraband and it's purpose.” Jaina ordered. The bar in front of her had several devices laid out. All of which were used by the group that her people had just busted. Jaina Proudmoore was a women that stress and age was very kind to. Magic kept her quite youthful, allowing her to simply carry more of a matronly look in her older years. Her silver hair with a streak of blonde was not a point against her, either. At least not where most were concerned. The mage was well-kept and regal ever since she had upgraded from leader to actual Lady in the wake of certain events.

She had her men scouting the groups legitimate front locations for quite a while before she finally decided to just raid them after being fed up with what she was hearing. It was not a perfect raid, or arrest, but none were. She did not have probable cause, so to speak, but she knew enough about them to know that they were guilty and just hid it very well.
“This group uses various methods to keep their victims quiet and passive, so a lot of these items should give us some insight into how.” She reasoned, approaching all the items laid out. They were all either things present on the workers or the goons, or things kept in storage. They were making use of the raided club to base their investigation. The individuals they captured, including the leader, were all held in the back while she and her lovely assistant in the Guard worked.

“We could ask one of 'em, ma'am.” Taelia offered. The young, olive-skinned woman had dark hair and bright eyes. The strong and attractive Guardswoman was popular with the people and popular with the men for the glimpses they've sneak of her as she changed in the Port Authority guard house. To the Kul'tiran men she was an unclaimed beauty that still had many, many good years to go.

“That will do, yes. Bring someone that is willing to cooperate.”

Of all the goons that they could have bribed into coming out to offer them assistance in incriminating their organization, the one Jaina did not expect to appear was their fat slob of a slumlord leader. The overweight man had thinning hair and a foul smell, despite not even being detained for a full hour yet. He was brought out in magical restraints that all guards kept. It was important to be able to prevent mages from casting or using non-casted magical abilities in the case of Old God servants. Jaina ordered the devices to be far more common among her ranks as she came into power.
“What can I do for you ladies?” Including Jaina and Taelia, all of the guards that she had brought to manage the scene, four in total, happened to be women.

“We are hirin', in case you're wonderin'.” He winked at Jaina as he said that.

The mage cracked a smile, not because it was funny or because she liked it, but because she was the one in control and nothing he could say would drag that away from her. She walked close, just a foot away until she was right up in his face. The downside was of course the smell. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest and asked.
“Oh, and how do you end up with such 'loyal' employees. Or any employees for that matter, considering the horror house you run. I find it hard to believe women are signing up to have their limbs taken off...” It was just one of the sights that startled the raiders as they halted operations in the clubs back rooms.

“You misunderstand. They never lost their limbs. They still have em.” Jaina lifted a brow skeptically. She saw it with her own eyes, but she allowed him to continue. If for no other reason than to allow him to continue to incriminate himself by speaking.
“May I?” He motioned towards the table. Jaina nodded, allowing him to be unrestrained. There were enough guards, including her and Taelia, to watch him and he was completely non-magical and therefore non-threatening to the woman. He grabbed one of the metal rings that had been confiscated.
“These little guys wrap around someone's limb and then create a portal that sends the arm or leg or whatever elsewhere. All you gotta do is deactivate it and you get em back. Very legal and safe.” He assured the women present. They all looked to Jaina. None of them were familiar enough with portals or magic to comment. She was. Jaina furrowed her brow and lifted a finger to her lips in thought. She had thought it was a smoking gun to see the woman that had been reduced to such a state, but she had not noticed that they were simply using portals creatively. She knew that it was possible and even a little creative. No permanent harm was done.

“Well... Where do the limbs go, then?” Taelia asked a question that Jaina was about to ask.

“We put the arms under tables to give hand-jobs to customers and we... Use the legs for various stuff. Some of them are holdin up tables.” Jaina stared at the man skeptically. She sent a guard around to confirm and test his claims.
“As for how we end up with such loyal employees? It's all about being honest and direct. You gals love getting turned into fucktoys and slaves so I don't gotta force anybody. All my employees are volunteers. That's how they're all so loyal.” He said with a smug smile.

“Ridiculous. There is going to be some trick.” Jaina motioned towards the assorted items and devices.
“One of these is going to do something illegal.” He set aside several rings, a few rubber sex objects and a variety of strangely shaped things that she did not understand. Finally, amidst all of the items she smirked and landed on an innocuous-looking hand mirror. Despite being the most normal of the items she sensed magic from it. She raised her defenses against curses and other hexes and grabbed the small mirror.
“What about this?”

“It's a makeup mirror, I think.” He shrugged.

“Gals use it to improve themselves. Maybe you should, too?” He offered. She bristled at that remark, but he was right again. On further inspection, the mirror enchantment was nothing special. A simple spell that allowed it to be held suspended in the air, hands free.

“Here, why don't you bring on of the gals here and have a chat?”

“Great idea.” Jaina uttered.

Jaina leaned back as the girl entered. She had a type of gag insert that turned her mouth into a hole and made it impossible for her to speak. There was some other magical energy about her, but Jaina assumed it was the portals at her arms that left her looking like a Venus statue.
“Can we get this thing off?” Jaina sighed, getting in range of the girl without thinking. Suddenly she tipped forward and pressed her lips against a defenseless Jaina before the guards could pull the girl back.  Jaina lifted a hand to her face, or at least, she saw herself do that. It was an odd feeling. At first she did not understand what happened. Then she realized she was looking at herself from the girls perspective. She struggled but the guard kept her restrained easily. She could not speak with the gag in her mouth. The fake Jaina turned her head and smirked at the real Jaina that was trapped and gagged.

“Uhm, Ma'am. Do we want to get that gag out?” Taelia asked. Jaina nodded in the girls form, but the Jaina, seemingly getting her bearings, shook her head.

“No.”

“No?” Taelia questioned.

“I am not sure what it would accomplish on second thought... She seemed to be a bit belligerent, no?” The assembled guards could not disagree with her. Jaina sighed.
“We may need to just let this one go.”

Taelia furrowed her brow. “I don't think so. Even if it's all on board in some ways, you can't agree to being made into a slave under the law. That's just not how it works.”

Jaina was surprised by the claim. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” Taelia said, looking at Jaina suspiciously. She glanced towards the struggling love-doll of a woman that held Jaina's actual consciousness, but did not have anything to immediately suspect what was going on.

“Hmm... I can change that, can't I?”

Taelia shook her head, but ultimately responded in the affirmative. “I think so? You are the Lord Admiral.”

“But we can't let this man off the hook for various reasons.” Jaina claimed, approaching him slowly. Taelia breathed a sigh of relief. Even if it was something else in Jaina's body, she still sounded like Jaina to a great extent. Taelia was relieved to see the Lord confronting the owner and felt like maybe her suspicions were misplaced.
“Would you accept oversight from Kul'tiras as you continue your business?”

“Ma'am, that's-” She began excitedly, only to get cut short.

“Is there something wrong?” She glanced around at Taelia and the other assembled guards. She dared them to contradict her.
“Am I not allowed?”

“You are... It's just-”

“How do I change the laws and make decrees?” Jaina asked sternly. As she faced Taelia she widened her stance and looked down on the girl.

“W-well. Technically just your word is enough, Ma'am. You're not completely wrong.” Taelia admitted.  In the ineffective body she was put in, the real Jaina mumbled and struggled in vein.

Jaina glanced back at the owner sympathetically. “I am very sorry. I really do feel like legitimizing some of what you do could go a long way towards repairing the harm we've done for halting your legitimate business. I believe functional immunity is also in order for all crimes committed before this point.”

“Uhh... Ma'am. That type of decree is a bit irresponsible when we haven't even done a full investigation.”

Jaina shouted back, causing the assembled girls to flinch. “The fact that we did this without a full investigation means it was our mistake!”

Taelia was becoming exasperated and increasingly suspicious as she looked at the struggling love-doll, then at the fake Jaina.  It was the Lord Admirals idea, and now she was becoming increasingly favorable to the man.

“There's a lot of problems, Ma'am. For one-” Jaina was becoming distracted as the man showed her a scroll. It was the type that contained a spell. One could either consume it or learn the spell from it.

“We may just have to accept it. We screwed up.” She said, not really paying attention. She looked to the owner and nodded.
“I think this is probably appropriate punishment. You can decide how I should make it up to you later.” He gave her a nod.

“Are you listening, Ma'am?” Taelia asked.

Jaina turned to them all. “There needs to be consequences for falsely accusing an honest male citizen. I will gladly accept any consequences but I believe you all deserve some minor punishment for going along with my tyranny.” Jaina claimed, activating the scroll. It burned up in her hands as the spell was consumed.

“Tyranny?” Taelia readied herself but nothing seemed to happen. She did not feel the crackle of mana or any type of discomfort. She and the other guards exchanged glances, then they saw it. On Taelia's forehead was a purple rune.
“What is this?” She felt it almost humming into her brain. It did not hurt as though she got a tattoo but it did not rub off as though it was merepaint.

The owner chuckled. “Here, lemme show you. It's one of the little attractions I'd been cookin' up.” He guided Taelia's attention to a wall in the side of the club. At the top of an innocuous-looking hole a very realistic portrait of her offering a wholesome smile was painted. He casually walked over to the wall. No guard could or would stop him because, as their leader had stated, he was no longer under arrest. It was frustrating for all of them. They had no idea what was happening but the woman did not feel like Jaina to the assembled women. As the man slid up to the wall and undid his pants they looked on curiously, cringing as he actually drew his cock out. Jaina, strangely, stared on hungrily.

“Curse of the Permanent Free-Use Glory Hole.” Jaina stated conversationally as the man pushed his cock into the hole.

Taelia's eyes crossed as just a few inches from her face a blue portal opened. Even though she was standing far away a smelly, big tip of a cock pushed through the purple portal and prodded her lips. Luckily her protesting lips pursed in time, diverting the member up as more and more of it was fed through the portal until the stinky, slick member was rubbing and thrusting up against her pretty face. Taelia shook and tensed. She turned her head in a panic and tried to hold her breath to save her both from the smell and taste of it, but no matter where she turned or at what angle the portal followed. Gradually she slowed down and had to take in a breath as exhaustion and lack of air took her. She was no longer able to defend against the man's member pushing into her mouth. There was no way to defend or fight back, as there was nothing to grab onto. It was just a cock pushing between her lips through a portal that was just inches from her face.

All assembled, except the man happily feeding his dick into the magic glory hole, watched in horror as Taelia went through the five stages. She at first wanted to deny it was happening, then when she came to terms with the fact that she really was getting face-fucked through a portal that Jaina put on her, she became angered. She thrashed about for a few moments, then turned her ire on Jaina. Taelia attacked, only to be held back by the confused guards. Even though they could see what was happening, the women still could not disobey their Lord. They had no idea what the situation was, so their default was following orders and defending their master.

After a minute of rutting into a hole the man grunted. Taelia groaned as the cock pulled free and the portal closed. White liquid seeped from her lips onto the floor in front of her. She looked up.
“W-what the fel? What the fel do I have to do to get this thing off?”

“You can't. It's permanent.” Jaina announced.

Taelia slumped in the arms of the restraining guards. “D-damn... I'm a walking glory hole for the rest of my life? What'd I do to deserve this?”

“Don't harass citizens.” Jaina offered offhandedly, acting as though the punishment was at all reasonable.