Chapter 303 - Overcoming Pestilence, Satisfying Famine (1/2)

After she spoke those words, Laz felt something appear behind his head, but when he turned to look, he didn't see anything. Laz even used his spiritual sense to test the air, but once again found nothing. It was like something was there, but it wasn't.

Turning his head back, Laz noticed Pestilence looking at him with a smile.

”So tell me master, how will you conquer me?” She asked, slightly amused.

Rightly so, Laz was confused.

'Why does this feel like some sort of test?' He felt like the girls had submitted to him already and yet there was something he was missing from that. War had given him a few clues, information about what it was like for her to be war while at the same time what it would take to conquer war. He needed her full submission in a way where she couldn't fight back and lost the ability to resist him.

'If that's the case... how does one conquer pestilence?' Laz pondered to himself while Pestilence went over to grab her shampoo and began washing her hair, seemingly ignoring him.

Pestilence in and of itself was illness, but not just any illness. It was a life taking, plague structured, population reducing illness of which there was no cure.

So how did one defeat that? There are a few ways. One would be to let it spread enough that it kills enough people that there is no place left for it to go. Another is quarantine until those infected die off and take the disease with it.

'Or... I guess... that would work to. But how do I do that... oh... OH!!!... That might work,' Laz ran to just outside the shower area where he had dropped his spatial pouch and got some things out of it.

'Luckily I had some extra, unused stuff. No girl wants to share these types of things with another girl,' Laz thought to himself before running back in the shower area.

He noticed that War was still passed out on the floor, the hot water coating her body like a blanket. Pestilence had just finished cleaning her body and was about to turn off the water having noticed that Laz had left. She actually felt a little disappointed that he would run off. Even she was unaware of what it would take to cause her to full submit to him as it would have to be instinctual. But like the other sisters, she knew that there was something important with doing so.

Just as she had reached over and turned off the water, a pair of strong hands grabbed around her wrists and dragged her hands behind her. Then a knee on her back caused her to be pressed forward against the shower pole as she quickly felt her hands being bound. Before she could even scream out, a large, round and squishy ball was placed into her mouth connected to leather straps that then tightened around her cheeks. There was even a soft, silky piece of cloth that was put over her eyes causing her vision to go black. A soft, foam piece was shoved into both of her ears as well while more and more ropes twisted around her neck and legs, causing her to lose all of the ability to move, hear, or see.

In less than a minute, she was completely restrained and bound. With a final strange of rope thrown up by Laz over one of the rafters in the ceiling, Pestilence was lifted up into the air, suspended by her ċhėst, waist and legs. Had she been on the ground, she would have been laying on her stomach.

”And this is how you quarantine Pestilence,” Laz said to himself out loud.

Of course he knew that this wasn't enough. Even if this was the way, he still had to make her submit. Luckily he had kept that in mind as he was tying her up, leaving access to her lower parts for his oncoming battle.

Needless to say, Laz had no trouble with Pestilence from here on out. While she was suspended in the air with most of her senses cut off, the only thing she could feel was Laz. Be it his hands, his mouth or his raging flesh sword, Pestilence was treated to many different forms of 'torture' until her entire body went limp, juices flowing out of every available orifice. Laz wasn't even aware of the fact that she fainted until he felt something appear out of the corner of his eye. Turning to look, it was gone again before he could catch a glimpse of it.

'Am I seeing things? That can't be right,' Laz thought to himself. Looking over at Pestilence and War, Laz figured it was just better to leave them there for the time being. The most his did was take the gage out of Pestilence's mouth and undid the blindfold and ear plugs, allowing her face to be free. As far as her being tied up? War could handle that when she finally got up. Besides, the ropes were now wet and probably going to be a pain to undo so War's much smaller fingers were better suited to the job.

As such, Laz toweled off and made for the living room area he had walked through before, opting not to return to the bedroom. As tired as he might be, there was just no way he was going to get any sleep if the other two woke up.

Looking up at the climbing wall to see the covered glass skylight, Laz wondered just what this building used to be before the girls took over. If everything in here was done by them, Laz couldn't help but applaud their abilities.

”I knew you weren't coming back,” Famine said as she snuck up behind Laz and wrapped her arms around his waist.

”Oh? Well... I just figured I would let you all sleep...”

”You can't escape this master. It is fate. You must continue till the end....”

”You mean?” Laz knew, Famine knew. He just thought he would confirm.

”Of course. Next up master, you must conquer Famine. I must say I am curious as to how you plan on doing this.”

”Did you and your sister's plan this?” Laz asked, confused. If not for a plan, how would they each know what was happening? And that Laz needed to conquer them? And why? He found too many questions and not enough answers.

”No,” She said simply, looking at Laz with a smile.