LITRPG - Multiverse Pt. 01

"Relax Marken, relax. What is trade without negotiation hmm? Now let's unload the boy-girl and discuss things in my office." Bizzlewig stared up at the mountain of a man Marken, encased in his Steel Exo-suit with all the trimmings and smiled. It was like a weird Mexican standoff with one threatening violence and the other just laughing it off, and the Goblin barely came up to his waistline!

"Alright fine, but if you stiff me again, I swear there'll be hell to pay."

"Stiff you? You pain me Marken. You're a trade partner. And I would never stiff a trade partner." Bizzlewig replied before turning and walking down the ramp. Marken pressed a bar to the cuffs on my hands and feet, and I felt the chains falling way. I hadn't realise how much they were digging in until they were removed.

"Come along hotstuff, can't keep your future employer waiting." Marken said pulling me by my armpits and lifting me up before sidestepping behind me. I stood on aching legs and my joints felt sore as I rubbed my wrists. "Get a move on you wouldn't want me to use my shockstick would you? Will make that love tap earlier seem pleasant." Marken whispered as I heard a distinct hum of something charging up behind me. I quickly jumped away and hobbled down the ramp, my legs felt foreign and slightly numb. Maybe it was from sitting, or maybe it was the game and I'd forever walk like a wooden soldier, forever unable to bend my knees.

"She even walks like a boy. Where's the profit in this? I'll have to sell your holes 3 for 1. Oh no, not good. Not good!" That was it. I'd had enough.

"Hey! I'm right here alright. Right fucking here. I've been threatened, chained and nearly smacked unconscious. Now please, just give me a break you bastard's!" I shouted and felt a tear falling down my cheek from my unbalanced emotions. Bizzlewig and Marken both stopped and turned to look at me.

"Hmm, I can see why you hit her." Bizzlewig said grumbling something about profits as he put his finger to a panel and opened the door from the docking bay.

After walking what felt like 5 minutes we came to a large set of doors with the B.E.E.F sign above. They automatically opened and a small reception area came into view. There was a booth to the left which looked like where you checked your coats and your weapons, huh interesting difference from the real world I guess. A few holographic plants were dotted around the floorspace. The air was musky with a mixture of stale beer and sweat. Maybe it's a Gym or recreational club that serves alcohol. A receptionist was scanning people's hands as they walked through another set of doors, as they went through the music ramped up to a loud techno beat and I could see flares of coloured lighting through the doorway before it softly closed again.

"Jardi. This is one of our new... Err. I'm not sure what she is yet. Just keep her here with you whilst I settle up with Marken." Shouted Bizzlewig as he went up to a side door opening it with his print. I stared a little longer Biogenic Security Reader V2. This reader is able to detect prints and vein positioning. Hmm not sure what I'd been expecting, but it was pretty cool that I could look at objects around me to gather information about them and learn more about this world.

Jardi, Level 3 Administrator, Human. It's nice to know I have options I suppose. Accountant, Administrator or a Mercenary. Maybe something in between would be nice I suppose. Maybe a Cook, practical skills with a weapon. I racked my brains trying to think of some other fun jobs I could have, before realising Marken and Bizzlewig returned. Marken walking past me, grumbling something about not trusting Goblins ever again. His visor turned towards me as he walked towards the exit doors. I just imagined the look on his face, probably a scowl.

"Alright come along then," said Bizzlewig breaking my staring contest with the 7-foot-tall metal man. It sounded like sage advice and probably for the best, as Marken had stopped half way through the exit and had that stance again, like he was about to pounce. "Perhaps move now, before you get shot or worse. You're gonna be bad for business. I can tell. So very bad for business!" He said grabbing me by the arm and pulling me towards his side door. For a small Goblin he was pretty fucking strong and his fingers dug into my arms causing me pain.

"You know, you either have a death wish or are just fucking stupid. Looking like that and acting like you do, I'm thinking I got the worst part of the bargain on this one. Oh yeah, Bizzlewig really took one on this one. Nothing but losses on this one. Nothing but trouble. And trouble is never good for business." He said gripping my arm tighter and pushing me roughly through a door.

"Hey. What the fuck man, quit pushing me around." I said yanking my arm from his hand. "When is someone going to tell me what the fuck is going on, and why I was chained, cuffed, smacked in the face and then man handled by a green Goblin who looks more bejazzled than Kim Kardashian's vagina!" Bizzlewig looked at me with a questioning look on his face. "Kim Kardashian has a bejazzled vagina? Who is she? Does she work a P.A.I.N? I bet she does, why do they always get the gems!"

"What? No! Ohh, I don't know!" I said throwing my arms in the air. "You are missing the point!" He took a step back and looked at me.

"Do you have a bejazzled vagina?" He asked a pleading look in his eye.

"No!" I shouted. At least I didn't think I had a bejazzled vagina, at this point I wasn't sure if the carpet matched the drapes.

"Of course, you don't! Of course. That would have been something. The boy with the bejazzled vagina. People would have come from across the multiverse to see that. Damn I think you are really on to something there. Hey... I don't suppose you would get your vagina bejazzled would you? I mean I could look into it. It would be on the house. I mean think of the business here. We could turn a negative into a positive. Lot of profit in that. Lot of profit"

"NOOO I don't want to be vajazzled. I just want someone to tell me what the fuck is going on." I shouted. The dollar signs seemed to leave his eyes as he spun around and sat down at a small office desk. "Just as I thought. Just a fugly boy-girl with a loud mouth and no skills. I was promised a peach and ended up with, with... Well I was going to say pear, but even they have shape. You're like a twig and who gets aroused by a twig?" Bizzlewig said before opening a draw and pulling a fat cigar out and started puffing on it. What the hell did aroused have to do with anything I thought as he leant back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk and wait, did he just call me fugly?

"Alright, alright. I guess you can't look a gift horse in the mouth... but you probably need to remember to expect a horse." Bizzlewig said taking a long draw from his cigar and blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling. I was 90% certain he was calling me a horse... 10% wondering if it was some kind of translation issue.

"Can you please, just at least tell me where I am? Or what I'm doing here?" I asked, deciding to play it nicely. Maybe this was just how this world worked I reasoned.

"Here is B.E.E.F. Or Bizzlewigs, Emporium of Erotic Fantasy. My fine establishment. The finest in the quadrant." He said with a gleam in his eye. "As to what you're doing here? Well I guess as the name implies. You're to be one of my girls, making me some money, you know the oldest business in the world."

My brain turned to jelly as I tried to process what he'd said. Emporium of Erotic Fantasy? One of his girls? I felt the blood drain from my face and light-headed, like I was about to pass out. "I'm not... I'm not doing that." I said struggling for breath. Bizzlewig laughed.

"Sure you are. I got a contract and everything." He reached into his jacket-pocket and pulled out a bundle of pages. There must have been about 100 of them and they looked in pristine condition. How the hell did they fit in his pocket? "Here you go signed by your husband. Apparently, he is your carer or something and you couldn't sign it yourself. A doctor counter signed it as well. A doctor err... Sullivan, some physician or some shit. Anyway, read it yourself. It basically says you are mine until the debt is paid." I felt like I wanted to throw up, there was a burning at the back of my throat. That mother fucking husband. Rather than kill me off he was pimping me out. I was the digital kill bill!!

"How much?" I asked with steel in my voice

"What was that?" Bizzlewig asked taking another big puff on his cigar.

"You heard me Bizzlewig. How much is the debt?" I asked trying to replicate the steel there previously.

"Hmm... Let me see. Err ah here we are, yeah 200,000 credits. It was a large asking price I have to say, but when they said you would be in the multiverse constantly non-stop, I thought wow I'm gonna be rich. Now I think you're more likely to eat me out of house and home than make me any money. Here," he said passing me the papers. "Read it yourself."

I took the papers gingerly from his hand, almost willing them not to touch it. As soon as I did new knowledge flooded into my brain instantly. Every single sentence of the contract. Every full stop, every nuance, just bam. Man, the real world could do with this. I might actually read the terms and conditions of shit. I was surprised my husband would stoop so low, but he actually made more money this way than killing me or divorcing me. Looking through the contract the exchange rate was about 1 credit per dollar so he'd sold me for $200,000, which for some reason made me quite proud... In a very weird way. I never thought I would be worth that much. But before I got ahead of myself, I needed to know exactly how he wanted to pay him back.

"Make you money by?" I said unable to complete the sentence.

"By making the customers happy of course. Whatever they ask for. It's a supply and demand service. The kinkier the more expensive. Though you are going to have to work up to that. Speaking of which, first things first I better test the merchandise." Bizzlewig said throwing the cigar into the air, with it vanishing in mid-air.

"Test the merchandise? " I said swallowing the vomit taste that seemed to permeate my every pore. Was he really talking about me and him... With him... Testing my merchandise? My non-vajazzled vagina? Not a fucking chance pal. Game or not. This pussy is closed to green things, but what to do. I doubt I could up and leave, Maybe I could distract him with small talk. Delay the inevitable indefinitely, or at least until I could get a very good lawyer to review this contract.

"Erm Mr... Wig? Is your name Bizzle and surname Wig?" I asked trying to buy me some time, whilst I willed my brain to kick into overdrive.

"No, it's not Mr Wigs, nor is it Bizzle. It's Bizzlewig. And what may I ask is your name?" Should I give my real name? I'd kind of always liked Abi, but maybe I could have a real cool name like Daisy or Firebug or Pear... He looked at me expectantly and I let out a breath, disappointed that my creativity had let me down.

"It's Abi." I replied. Bizzlewig laughed.

"Really?? Abi?"

"Yeah why? What's the problem with Abi?"

"Oh nothing. Nothing. It's just I've never heard a more fitting name is all." He laughed again, really laughed slapping his small leg with his hand. He'd certainly found something funny about my name, but I had absolutely no idea why.

"Is that like Abi TitsMouth, as in No tits and Mouthy." He bowled over laughing so hard again, before righting himself and pushing some buttons on his desk.

"HEY! I have tits. And I'm not mouthy. I'm just... Opinionated." I said struggling with the right vernacular. I guess I'd always been... Opinionated.

"So, just Abi?" Bizzlewig asked with a slight sneer on his face. I worried about privacy and people linking me from multiverse to my real life me, especially if my profession was going to be what I think it was going to be. At least until I could come up with some way of paying off $200,000. Don't people use pseudonyms or some shit. Online names to hide their real identity.

"Yes. Just Abi. That's A B I."

"Oh, I know how to spell it... Ha. Computer verbalise quest. Legally binding contract. Register Slave for duration of payment terms."

"Contract accepted." A sultry female voice said. It sounded like Siri, but somehow a little hotter.

"Slave name ABI." Bizzlewig added putting a hand over his mouth trying to hold in a laugh. What the fuck is his problem?

"Slave name accepted. A B I. Abi." The voice replied.

Bizzlewig was taken aback by that, but thanked the voice and pressed a button. "It's funny, most the time these days you have to have numbers or special letters and all kinds of things to get a unique name. A 3-letter unique name... Unheard of, but then I suppose it is Abi. Might increase the market value, maybe..." He said trailing off at the end.

"Anyway, now if we just put this around here..." Bizzlewig said walking towards me and clipping something around my neck. "There we are, legal and physical bindings in place, quest completed." He said with a smile. I tried to look down at what was around my neck, but couldn't see from this angle. I wondered what the reasoning behind something like that was in the game world. Perhaps it was to mark me as his property or something, who knows maybe some people got a kick out of it? Personally, I'd never been into the whole BDSM collar stuff so I can't say it did anything for me. I certainly didn't feel owned. Truth be told I felt no different at all.

"Right. Now that's cleared up why don't we get back to business." Bizzlewig said sitting back down and adjusting himself in his trousers. He looked at me expectantly.

"You mean..."

"Yep! Time to taste the merchandise. I'm kinda interested to see if there is any woman under those layers. " He said patting the table. "Strip"

A pop-up prompt came up:

Quest: Spread them for Bizzle. Let Bizzlewig examine the merchandise and earn 100xp

100xp what hell did that mean. I willed myself to click no, but for some reason I also felt a compulsion to click yes and do what Master had said. Master? Where the hell did that come from? I clicked yes to make the prompt go away. And wondered what to do. It's just a pap smear, you've had one of those before. It's been a while, you're probably due one. A Pap smear, performed by a Goblin... I can do this. Plus, I suppose it would be nice to know if indeed the curtains matched the drapes, or even if I had drapes. All this talk of boy-girl had me a little worried! You can do this Abi, you can do this. None of this is real. This is not! Real! It's just a very vivid dream, a figment of someone's fucked up imagination. I said to myself as I started to lift up my top. My breasts were encased in a very small bra, kind of like a training bra. It did look kind of depressing. I found the clasp at the front and undid it, and it fell away effortlessly. I was definitely an A cup, possibly a B, there was something there, but I sure missed my boobs from real life.

"Jeeez! I've seen men with bigger tits and I'm not kidding!" Bizzlewig said appeasing me with his eyes, a little disgust on his face.

"Hey! Go easy." I said turning in the room finding a mirror. He wasn't kidding. It looked worse looking straight on. Why did Omega give me small tits? That previous body with the hips and the breasts, that would have been awesome. At least I had some muscles, not quite a 6 pack but it was certainly the thinnest me I'd seen. I tried some different poses in the mirror to see my body from different angles. I brought my hands together in front of me interlocking fingers and extending my arms out full, hoping to create a bit of cleavage.

"They ain't gonna get any bigger Doll, so quit your pushing and strip. I still need to see the rest of the merchandise." He added an unfortunately under his breath before continuing. "I mean far as I know you might still be a man with moobs and a small dick." His comments would have hurt if they weren't true, but I mean come on Moobs? Fuck you game. Seeing no alternative way out and a growing compulsion to do what he asked, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down along with my panties, stepping out of them. There was a small patch of fur at the front that I could see, and thankfully no penis. I let out a brief sigh of relief, in unison with Bizzlewig.

"At least I'm not getting well and truly shafted. Get it? SHAFTed? HAHA I crack me up sometimes. I should have been a comedian." He said wiping a non-existent tear from his eye.

I looked at myself in the mirror, naked except for the necklace. It looked plain with no colours or gems. As I studied it some more, a name came up Collar of submission v1

"Collar of Submission? What the hell does that mean?" I asked in a loud tone. Bizzlewig let out a loud sigh. He pushed some buttons on a panel on the wall and what looked like a medical bed came out, followed by some stirrups.

"How did you?? You are something else you know that? Something else. What that means Dollface, is that you will do what I say, when I say, however I say it. You don't believe me ok then watch. Get up on the table, lie on you back and place your legs in the stirrups. Do not move from there until I allow it." Bizzlewig stated in clear concise voice. It was the first time I'd heard his voice accent free, it seemed... My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a compulsion to do as he said. There was a growing part of me that wanted to obey him, do exactly what he said to the letter, and I couldn't deviate from it at all. My one leg started to move and kind of hovered in mid-air as the internal fight continued.

"Look doll, there's no use fighting it. Many have tried and many have failed. Now do as I say before the pain gets too much." As he said the words the collar of submission started to get hot around my neck. Lukewarm at first but growing in intensity, almost becoming a searing pain in a matter of seconds, which began spreading through the rest of my body. I started to spasm and all my muscles started to involuntarily tense. The pain was unbearable and I decided I had no alternative. Just a pap smear I told myself in a mantra, as I allowed my body to go where it wanted to. As I moved, the pain started to ebb away and I let go of the breath I was unaware I had been holding. There was still an ache in my muscles, like the day after a good workout. Through no thought or action on my part, I found myself quickly lying on the medical bed, as he had requested.

"There we go. There we go. See, that wasn't so hard was it. Hmm, yes definitely human and remarkably definitely female... Yay me! So, let's see what we got. Now this always feels a little weird the first time so bear with me." Bizzlewig said before lowering himself between my legs. I could only just about see the top of his head and ears between my knees and as much as I wanted to move my head or sit up I physically couldn't. I felt something rough brush my outer labia, causing my eyes to clench shut in surprise and my heart rate to spike. Just a Pap Smear. Just a Pap smear, by a Goblin in a game, whose probably not a trained gynaecologist, nor wearing any gloves I said feeling fingers prying my lips open. "A little big maybe, could trim it back a little if you like."

"What the hair?" I asked

"No. Not the hair. These flappy lip bits. Always getting in the way. It's not like there's a need for them in the multiverse. There aren't any sexual infections or diseases and what not. Trust me if there was, I'd have had them by now. Although there was this one time on delta lan..."