Chapter 366: Slug Racing
The next day, after a night of thought and sleep, Laz stood in an empty field that had been set aside for some use and then forgotten. There were actually several fields within the complex like this and Laz was curious as to what this one was actually suppose to be used for after hearing about how the entire place had been set up by Gretchen’s ancestors long ago.
Since hearing this, Laz had taken a closer look and was shocked by the results. There were iron slabs pounded into the ground at various lengths with runes carved into them that seemed to comprise some sort of grand design on a scale that Laz felt was both breathtaking and hard to fathom. Not only that, but Laz could feel the design and layout of the runes as though they had a much deeper use than what they were currently doing. As it was, the crystals on the collars didn’t need recharging as long as they were within the range of the complex thanks to this formation set up. But Laz felt that the formation could do so much more than just act as a wireless battery charger, he just didn’t know what.
Either way, that wasn’t why he was here this morning. Instead, as it was asked of him, Laz had arisen, dressed and was out on the field at dawn, along with a group of about forty women. This was his morning group. Since there was still a complex with ’guests’ to take care of, they would be split into two groups, curtesy of Gretchen and Wilma. When this plan was revealed to him, Laz flat out asked the women who seemed to be getting along now what they were trying to accomplish by keeping prisoners.
"Isn’t it illegal and dangerous?" Laz asked.
"You’ve been going back and forth so much that it doesn’t surprise me that you don’t know. Listen up boyo. We aren’t considered people or citizens anymore. If one of us is found, we will be arrested and then we disappear. We’ve seen it happen. One day a woman is found to be ’infected’ and the next day, when her family tries to visit her, she’s been moved to a more secure facility. Want to know where that is? Sorry, top secret. That information can’t be shared. And you can no longer have direct communication with them either. But don’t worry, you’ll get an email address that will allow you to exchange emails with them during their free time to check in and see how things are going. But that’s it," Wilma responded while she and Gretchen laid out some reclining lawn chairs along the side of the field and brought out a few bottles of wine. Gretchen had caught Wilma up on everything involving Laz so now they both seemed to trust him, more than he felt comfortable with.
"Well that’s bullshit... email? Seriously? You could be talking to a pre-programmed chatbot for all you know..."
"You don’t have to tell us kid, we know. We may not be up with the latest tech and stuff, but plenty of our girls are and have told us," Gretchen responded, popping a cork and taking a direct shot of wine from the bottle.
"And what are you two doing anyway?" Laz asked, watching the old women get comfortable like they were ready to watch a show.
"There’s very little that amuses us anymore son, but this might just be one fo the best times I’ve had in a long time. Don’t worry, we are on your side. Oh... and before I forget... do you know how to use this?" Gretchen said, looking around before grabbing something from Wilma’s bag and handing it to Laz.
"Is this... a bullwhip?"
"Yeah. But don’t worry, the end is knotted and not barbed so it’s really unlikely to break skin..."
"Why... wait... how do you..?"
"Complete thoughts my little firehose. Wilma used to be a dominatrix. She got into it after she realized how much she loves inflicting pain on men. And you would be surprised how much some guys are willing to pay to get she balls stepped on by a woman in high heels that knows what she’s doing. But let me tell you something else, she’s got some fucking tales that would make you a monk for the rest of your life."
Laz turned to look at the other old woman who was now taking a swig of her own.
"What? Surprised?" Wilma asked, seeing Laz stare.
"Somehow, not really..." Laz had to admit that for two women in their late fifties, they were both still very attractive. He could easily imagine what kind of beauties they would have been when they were younger.
"Good boy. Besides, at least I got paid for services I rendered," Wilma said, turning back to look at Gretchen.
"Don’t stare at me like that, the boy might go getting the wrong idea like I was a slut or something..." Gretchen laughed, obviously not bothered in the least.
"Sigh... the reason this place is as well funded as it is has nothing to do with her ancestors. This woman has basically been gifted tens of millions by guys she maybe met and slept with once... many of them married, some of them with tastes that would have been considered... carrier ending."
Laz, somehow fascinated and horrified at the same time, looked at Gretchen with a big question mark on his face.
"Well, let me give you an example, young stud. When you’re a rather influential man of the cloth and a certain someone happens to have pictures and possibly hidden video of you getting railing in the ass by a woman with a strap on dressed up in men’s clothes while you oink like a pig, your willing to do a lot to make sure those pictures never make it into the media.. including introducing said woman to your... more vulnerable friends," Gretchen said with a wink.
"My god..." Laz exclaimed as the older women laughed.
"Congratulations. You’re both my new heroes," Laz joked and laughed along with them.
"Anyway, you got them, right?" Laz asked when they calmed down.
"Yes. And I must say, I’m glad its you and not me. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t be this much of a dick to people who mean the world to me..." Wilma said, pointing to the two duffle bags next to her.
"I’m surprised your both rune users and were able to make them so soon," Laz said, admiring the women’s work. He had a thought and brought it up to Gretchen who in turned told him she and Wilma could take care of it, allowing him to adjust himself for the day. With their combined effort and his simple rune requirements, they finished them in one night.
"Besides, this gives us an excuse to take it easy for the day," Gretchen joked.
"Well, still though, I can’t believe your both planning on using those as well," Laz commented, looking at the ’sticks’ next to each of their lawn chairs.
"We don’t want to. But honestly, you’re already taking on the bad guy persona, something neither of us could really do. After all, we consider each of these girls precious to us. But we also know this is right. So we need to take some of the blame off of you," Gretchen sighed as Wilma shook her head in agreement. They both knew for a few years now that they had to be harsher on training and teaching the women who had decided to follow them, but they hadn’t had any good reason to do so. Things had been far too easy for the order and they didn’t want to rock the boat. But seeing someone with Laz’s abilities arrive and overturn all of their perceptions made it so that they didn’t feel they could wait any longer. The outside world was growing faster than the order and that would only lead to them being swept away in the end.
Even Gia and Joan were no exception. They were both strong and their energy abundant, but it was clear that they didn’t know how to use it right.
And that was what Laz was going to teach them. After all, even if their abilities were different, having precise control over their energy would benefit all of them. If Gretchen and Wilma were younger, they would participate as well. But despite having gained a lot of strength in the last six years, they knew they had reached the end of the road. Their blood was no longer vigorous and their decline was set in stone. Had this whole thing happened even ten years prior, perhaps things would have been different.
So even if their spunk hadn’t run out, they knew themselves the best and weren’t going to focus on themselves. Instead, they would focus on the next generation and put all of their bets on them.
"Time to start I guess..." Laz said, looking over the horizon and seeing the first signs of daybreak."
"Don’t worry my stud... we will make sure they listen..." Gretchen said, laughing again as Laz shook his head. Out of a habit that Laz forgot he had, when he knew he was going for this workout, he had grabbed the speedo training shorts from his storage and nothing else, walking the entire way to the field in that and nothing else. Although he had gotten a lot stronger, he enjoyed the cold, biting feeling of the freezing morning mountain air on his skin. It was no longer enough to cause him discomfort, but it was enough to be enjoyed like a good breeze on a spring day. Of course, when he arrived wearing this, his man parts weren’t exactly hidden from the two experienced beauties who had no problem pointing it out to him, constantly.
"Sigh. Alright... I really should have thought about this more... but I guess being the example is needed as well..." Laz said, mostly to himself as he grabbed the bag labeled group one.
"Alright ladies, GATHER UP!" Laz’s voice was like an explosion over the sounds of the women talking and chatting among themselves. Previously, they hadn’t been paying attention to anything other than each other while shivering in the cold therefore ignoring when Laz arrived. Now that he had called, their frosty faces turned over to look at him and several of the more bold ones dropped their jaws, including Gia who was in the morning group. The shyer ones would either look away, look back and look away while those who weren’t interested in guys just looked at him in annoyance.
"GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE AND STAND IN FRONT OF ME. TWO LINES OF TWENTY."
The girls, although reluctantly, began to listen to his orders while cursing him under their breath since they knew the leaders were behind him. At least, most of them did. The couple that were like Gia followed her example and jogged towards him, obviously interested in what this well ripped man wanted.
"Ladies?" Laz said to the two women who were sitting leisurely behind him while admiring his tight, rock hard ass laughed and took aim with the sticks, launching several tiny balls of electricity at the slowest moving women. While the balls of light were no bigger than a firefly, their bright glow was easily seen in the pred-dawn morning. And when they hit the ones they were aimed at, the girls jumped and shrieked as their pace hurried. Those sticks were a modified version of stun batons that with a slight addition of runes would allow one to inject energy into them to fire an electric charge. The charge could be as small as the ones they started with, the size of fireflies that would feel like a bee sting when they hit. If it was a non infected, even that first level shot would be enough to make a grown man stagger and possible fall down. So while the sting wasn’t much, it showed that if they didn’t hurry, the next shot would be stronger.
"Alright. That took way too long, but this is day one so I won’t bother with it. Next time though, are two esteemed ’motivators’ will be using at least a mid level. Anyway, in this bag are shirts for each of you, simple white tee shirts with a label containing your name. Feel free to remove the label because you do not want me learning your name out here. Other than that and whatever panties you’re wearing, you won’t be wearing any other clothing. So get changed, you have five minutes before these two motivate you again," Laz said, stepping aside to allow them to grab their shirts.
At first, the only ones who moved were Gia and those like her, stripping off their layers and throwing them on to the grass while making their way towards the bag.
"Shoes too," Laz reminded them before turning to the women who didn’t move.
"The countdown has already begun..." Laz reminded them.
"Fuck this. Look, I don’t know what you did to the mistress and elder, but there is no way I am standing out here in the fucking cold in my god damn panties and white tee shirt for your perverse entertainment," one of the more fiery looking young blondes declared.
CRACK!
A swung of the whip in Laz’s hand took off a lock of her hair while she stood there in shock.
"You have four minutes. Otherwise, I will show you a trick where I undress you with this whip. honestly speaking though, I haven’t exactly had any practice with it so I can’t guarantee your skin will stay in tact," Laz threatened in a soft, and yet firm voice. Those who were holding out began to move at an exaggerated pace, practically running for the duffle bag. Although they had complete trust in Gretchen and Wilma, what Laz was asking was a lot for them to handle. Despite that, the scene of the whip in Laz’s hand with the two leaders taking aim with their shock wands was enough to show the girls that he was serious.
"So uh. I know you said everything but the panties, but some of the girls will have a real problem doing any sort of exercise without at least a sport’s bra.." Gia said, her voice a little timid as she revealed her decent sized breasts to the world while changing. While they were a decent size, they weren’t overly huge and were firm thanks to her tight and well toned body. Therefore she didn’t think she would have a problem. But some of the other girls who had been far more blessed in that area would be in a lot of pain and have great difficulty trying to run in a loose tee shirt.
"Don’t worry. These aren’t just for show," Laz said with a small smile as the shirt slipped over Gia’s head. As soon as it rested in place, the shirt constricted due to one of the few runes place on it and constricted her upper body, causing her breasts to be supported in the same way a sports bra would. The key to the shirts and the reason for this wasn’t actually Laz’s fetish. The shirts needed to be in direct contact with the skin to show their full effect. As far as wearing something over it? Well, they needed a bit of toughening up since unless they were still in the first realm, there was no reason they shouldn’t be able to handle this bit of cold.
"Oh, it’s like wearing spandex... except stiffer and it breathes better," Gia commented while pulling at the skin tight shirt. The other girls, seeing this, put theirs on as well and got a similar result. Even if their breasts were massive, the shirt held things in place even better than a sports bra would.
"Now, I’m not one to comment and it really is your personal choice, but for those of you wearing panties that may not be appropriate for physical activity, I suggest you keep this in mind for tomorrow," Laz commented, eyeing Gia’s string thong.
"And for those wearing no panties... well... whatever. Do what you want. But whatever you choose to wear, they need to be as small as possible. You’re doing this to get stronger so not only do your movements need to be unrestricted, but you need to also train your minds. You’re all obviously women so even if you’re stark naked, you need to be comfortable enough to focus on a fight. Even if your surrounded and faced with a horde of dirty men who want nothing more than to violate you, you need to keep your focus on survival. If a few boobs and your ass is enough to distract them, then you should be able to kill them. Got that?" Laz said, his face made of stone. After all, this was advice from the best physical trainer he had ever had and he took her words very seriously.
Strangely after hearing that, Gia ended up taking off her panties and threw them with the rest of her clothes, let herself stand there fully exposed. Since the shirt was so tight anyway, it almost made it look like she was completely naked. Having listened to Laz’s advice, she wanted to make sure she did everything to the extreme and even she knew that she would be distracted if she suddenly found herself in the vulnerable position of not wearing clothing. Only a few others did the same. This type of mindset wasn’t something everyone could handle easily.
"Good then. The four field makers are your goal. Round them in a giant circle and come back here. I want to see just how long it takes for all of you to finish with your best effort." Laz then raised his hand and waved them on.
Gia and her group took off the fastest, their bare feet hitting the uneven ground and find purchase enough to drive themselves forward. Everyone else starting running as well, but besides Gia’s group, they could barely even make it into a run thanks to the ground.
They all lacked coordination and balance.
"My god... it’s like watching children who just learned to walk."
"Or slugs race. Look at some of them jiggle..."
Gretchen and Wilma gave their honest thoughts. None of their girls were fat per say, due to the effects of their bodies strengthening with their blood. But many of them didn’t have much muscle either.
"Well then, I guess it’s time to work," Wilma said, grabbing her stick and taking aim while Gretchen laughed and did the same.
Laz suddenly got the feeling that he was going to be very hated by a lot of people once today was done.
