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With an almighty cry of defiance, Waruck plunged his broadsword into the demon lord’s chest. There was a spurt of foul-smelling black blood and the beast fell back, crashing to the floor of the chamber. Waruck stood over his defeated foe, panting and sweating. It had been a long and difficult battle, but it was over now. The demon Lord Daminix would plague the lands of the orcs no more. Suddenly the demon at his feet twitched, and the muscular orc warrior took a few steps back, drawing a knife from his belt, ready to continue the fight if necessary… But it wasn’t. The demon wasn’t completely dead yet, but soon would be, coughing up copious amounts of blood and glaring at his enemy with hateful red eyes. “How?” It spluttered weakly. “How did a measly little orc warrior resist my power and defeat me?” “I had help.” Waruck said, unable to help feeling a little smug. He reached down to his belt and pulled a small object of wood and metal from a pouch. “It was difficult, but our shaman was able to create this talisman to protect me from your power and also weaken any nearby demons.” “I see.” The demon coughed again, slumping to floor. Waruck made the mistake of relaxing a little, believing the creature finally vanquished. Daminix moved with shocking speed, launching himself at the orc. He knocked the talisman from Waruck’s grasp and then grabbed him be the shoulders. Before the warrior knew what was happening, the demon was biting down hard on his left shoulder, vicious teeth tearing through his armour and into the flesh. The orc cried out in shock and pain, but his warrior’s instincts kicked in and he immediately fought back, pushing his broadsword deeper into the demon’s chest with one hand, while his other stabbed at the creature with his knife. It only took a few seconds to shove the demon away. Daminix stumbled back and fell to the floor, laughing. Waruck clutched at his bleeding shoulder, wincing at the pain and cursing his own stupidity for underestimating his enemy. “Damn you, demon!” “That took the last of my strength.” Daminix coughed, grinning broadly. “But it was worth it. You may have slain me orc, but I believe my legacy will live on!” The demon laughed once more, which devolved into a coughing fit before he finally fell silent, dead. Breathing a sigh of relief that it was well and truly over now, Waruck watched as the demon’s body crumbled into dust, his sword clattering to the floor as it came free. He stepped towards it to pick it up, thinking of how he should get back to party of orcs waiting for him outside the demon’s lair. He wished they could have joined him in the fight, but the shaman had only been able to craft a single talisman. Of course, first he should bandage his shoulder… His shoulder that was strangely no longer in pain. Upon examination, he wiped away the blood to discover the wound was gone, suddenly healed. That wasn’t right… And then he felt it. A burning sensation spreading through his head and body, that felt painful and yet strangely good at the same time… The demon had done something, poisoned him somehow through the bite! But the talisman was supposed to protect him from the demon’s power! Realization stuck. Daminix had knocked the talisman from his hand before biting him. The orc warrior scrambled about, searching for where the talisman had landed, hoping it could save him. But it was too late. Shudders of pain and pleasure wracked Waruck’s body, forcing him to drop to his knees and clutch at his head. Dark and twisted thoughts burned through his mind, of him dominating his fellow orcs, enslaving them… No! That wasn’t him, wasn’t who he was! But it could be. And it was seeming more and more appealing. In the moment, new knowledge came to him. Daminix had used the bite to infect him with his demonic energies, to transfer a portion of his power into him, and now it was corrupting his mind and his very soul. He didn’t know how he knew, just that he did. Resistance proved futile, as all attempts by Waruck to fight off the dark thoughts and feelings failed, new desires for conquest and control taking root in him as the demonic corruption flowed through him. At one point, his armour and clothing started to feel too tight, too restrictive, and he stripped naked without even thinking about it, too caught up in the ever-increasing feelings of pleasure that rippled through him. Eventually, Waruck gave in, unable to fight it anymore, and collapsed to the floor twitching as the corruptive power enveloped his mind and burned through his soul. His cock hardened and he orgasmed hard, roaring wildly, spurting his seed across his stomach. After a few minutes panting and recovering his strength, Waruck got to his feet. He felt amazing. Strong, powerful and unstoppable. He could hardly believe he had actually resisted feeling like this. He wished he’d allowed Daminix to completely corrupt him sooner. He stepped over to his sword and picked it up, idly wondering what he should do next. Conquer his fellow orcs, of course, enslave them, use them to satisfy his now immense and twisted sexual desires. But where to start…? Waruck stopped as he caught sight of his reflection in his broadsword’s blade. The demon’s power had not just corrupted him on the inside. A pair of curled demonic horns now protruded from his head. His eyes were glowing a deep crimson colour. He looked down at himself as he realised his green skin had darkened to a shade that was almost black. And his rippling muscles were now larger, thicker and stronger than they had been before. The corrupted orc laughed. He looked so much better now, imposing and fearsome. It was perfect! Getting corrupted by demonic energy was definitely the best thing to ever happen to him. He could feel that energy still within him, crackling and flowing through his veins. He suddenly knew what he had to do. He would use this power to corrupt his fellow orcs, make them his demonic minions. And now that the thought had entered his mind, the desire to corrupt quickly turned into a deep yearning need and he sprinted from Daminix’s lair. It didn’t take him long to reach the campsite of the party of orcs who had accompanied him to the home of the demon. It was night now, and then were all sleeping except for a single guard on watch. The guard hardly knew what hit him. Waruck pounced on him out of the dark at frightening speed, clamping a hand across his mouth to prevent him from crying out and raising the alarm and pinning the struggling orc to the ground. “You will be my first minion!” He whispered, looking the orc in the eye and focusing on corrupting him. The guard was instantly transfixed, unable to look away from the demonic orc atop him. Waruck focused all his power on him, pouring his corruptive influence into the guard through his gaze. He could feel the orc’s mind and soul and filled both with his power, crushing away his free will and corrupting him to his very core, irremovably enslaving him to his will. The demonic orc was surprised at how quick and easy it was, and how good it felt to make this orc his loyal slave. He revelled in the feeling of domination. As he finished, the guard orgasmed in his armour, shuddering beneath him as he shot his load. As he clambered off him, Waruck reached down and ripped the now cum-filled codpiece from the guard’s armour and shoved it onto his face. “Lick it clean, slave!” He ordered, in a low voice. “Yes, my Lord.” The orc guard responded in a whisper, hungrily lapping at his own juices. Waruck turned his attention to the other orcs, all still sleeping. One by one, he leapt upon them, clamped a hand on their mouths as they woke in shock, and then proceeded to corrupt them just as he had the guard. And just like the guard, he had them lick out their codpieces once their corruption was complete and they inevitably orgasmed. Before long, the demonic orc was stood in the middle of the campsite, surveying his newly corrupted minions, all of the them on their knees and staring up at him in adoration, as Waruck knew they rightly should. He was their Lord and Master, now and forever. Although his minions had not transformed as extensively as Waruck had, they had taken on some small demonic aspects. Their eyes were all now a uniform red, but not glowing. Small pointed horns protruded from their foreheads. And the shade of their skin had definitely darker. The need to corrupt had been satiated for now, but Waruck knew it would be back. He didn’t care. He enjoyed enslaving these orcs so much, he didn’t mind having to do it again and again and again. More than that, he wanted to do it again. A mighty demonic orc like himself deserved to dominate and rule others. He surveyed his minions. “This is a great day, my slaves!” He proclaimed. “The beginning of a new tribe of orcs! The Demon Orcs!” The kneeling orcs all whooped in joyous approval. “In time, we will become the only tribe!” Waruck continued. “All orc-kind will fall before us, will be corrupted and enslaved, will join you in serving me for all time!” His minions let out further cries of joy. And then a thought struck the demonic orc. His name seemed wrong, an ordinary orc name than no longer suited a might being such as him. Luckily, he knew a demonic name that was no longer going to be used by its owner… “And from this day on, I will be Lord Daminix!” The big demonic orc said. His minions started chanting ‘All hail Lord Daminix!’ and he stood over them basking in their worship and looking forward to the day every last orc in the land joined them as his corrupted slaves… The Life He Wanted At the sound of a crash, Torgaz looked up from his work, scrubbing the flagstones of the cellar floor. He listened intently. The big brutish orc was dressed only in a skimpy leather thong and had a tight leather collar adorned with small metal spikes locked around his neck. His greenish-brown leathery skin was slick with sweat from his menial chores. At the sound of another crash, he frowned, trying to determine what might be happening upstairs by sound alone. Was something wrong with his beloved Master? That thought was answered by a cry that he recognized as coming from the goblin who owned him. The orc slave was on his feet immediately, abandoning his tasks and rushing up the stairs that led out of the cellar. He burst into the living area of his Master’s expansive home to discover his Master being held against the wall with a sword pressed against his throat. A sword being held be a fellow orc in heavy battle armour. An orc Torgaz recognized. “Where is he?” This orc was snarling at the short and stocky goblin. “How have you enchanted him? You’d better talk before I…” “Let him go, Karg.” Torgaz growled. “Now!” The armoured orc turned to face him. “There you are! It’s really you, you’re alive! I could barely believe it when I saw you being led around this backwater town on a leash by some pathetic goblin. I thought I must have been mistaken. But I had to check…” Torgaz was barely listening, stepping towards the other orc. As soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the wrist of Karg’s sword had and twisted it savagely, drawing a cry of pain and forcing him to drop his weapon. The slave orc then delivered a hard punch across the jaw, sending Karg stumbling backwards and collapsing to the floor. Picking up the dropping sword, Torgaz pointed it at the fallen orc. “Lay a finger on my Master again, Karg, and I will end you!” “You idiot, I’m here to rescue you from him!” Karg gestured to the goblin, half-dazed from his assault, coughing and spluttering. “He’s got you magically enslaved somehow!” With a derisive laugh, Torgaz said. “No, he really hasn’t.” Keeping the sword pointed at the other orc, Torgaz stepped over to a corner of the room, where he knew there was a slightly loose floorboard. Quickly, he crouched, pulled it up and reached under it to retrieve something wrapped in cloth. As he stood again, he let the cloth drop away to reveal the item than had been hidden there for many months, even since he had been living here. A golden amulet with mystical symbols etched into its edge, its surface covered on small glowing gemstones arranged in a spiral pattern. “Slave, what the hell is going here?” His goblin Master had recovered enough to speak and wanted answers. “Explain!” Torgaz bowed submissively to him. “Many apologies, my dear beloved Master. Karg here is a warrior from the same tribe I originally came from. Do not worry. I will deal with it.” That didn’t seem to satisfy the goblin. “I will…” He started to growl. But as much as it went against his slave sensibilities to interrupt his Master, Torgaz cut him off, raising the amulet towards him. “Sleep.” There was a small flash, and the goblin slumped to the floor, unconscious. “I don’t understand any of this…” Karg was sitting up now, looking between Torgaz and the goblin, utterly confused. “Of course you don’t” Torgaz snapped. “None of the tribe ever would! You all saw me as a great and mighty warrior, but I only became that because it was expected of me, not because it was what I wanted! None of you would ever understand that deep down, I wanted a life of servitude. I yearned to be dominated and controlled and owned.” “You can’t be serious!” Karg spluttered. Torgaz sadly shook his head. “You see? I knew none of the tribe would understand. On that last raid I was sent on by our Chief, to kill that sorcerer, I found a way out. Afterwards, among his things, I found this mind control amulet and saw a chance to escape the tribe and find the life I wanted for myself.” “Everyone said you were killed on that raid!” Karg said. “Yes.” Torgaz nodded. “I used the amulet on the other orcs in the raiding party, made them all think I had been slain in the fight. And then I was finally free! Free to find a Master…” He shrugged and smirked. “Well, that is, to find a cute and handsome male I liked and use the amulet to alter his mind to make him my dominant and loving Master.” “Cute and handsome?” Karg scoffed, still having trouble accepting any of this. “A goblin?” “What can I say?” Torgaz shrugged. “It turns out I have a thing for goblins. To me, my Master is cute and handsome. And…” He glanced adoringly at his unconscious Master. “And in our time together, I have fallen quite deeply in love with him.” “This is preposterous!” Karg started to stand up. “I’m going to take you back to the tribe and knock some sense into you even if I have to…” “Stay where you are!” Torgaz commanded, pointing the amulet at him. It glowed brightly. Karg was suddenly unable to move, unable to think, unable to look away from the spiral of glowing gems embedded in the amulet’s surface. “You are not going to do anything to take me away from this life!” Torgaz said. “In fact, for daring to attack my Master, I think you will join me in it…” The glow of the amulet grew stronger, filling Karg’s vision… … Some time later, Master Wriz woke up to find himself sprawled on the large luxury sofa in his home’s living area, and had no idea how he got there. His head felt fuzzy and his thoughts were jumbled and confused. The goblin sat up and glanced about. His gaze immediately went to Torgaz, his beloved orc slave, crouched in one corner of the room. It looked as if he was fiddling with one of the floorboards. As he usually did whenever he saw the big brute of an orc that he owned and loved, Wriz smiled broadly. “Slave, what are you doing over there?” Upon hearing his Master’s voice, Torgaz stood up, hands behind his back, head bowed submissively. “I was just fixing a floorboard, my Master. I noticed it was a little loose.” Wriz accepted this explanation with a nod and rubbed at his head, still feeling a little confused. “What happened just now, slave? I can’t seem to remember properly and… Who the hell is that?” He had suddenly realized there was another big muscular orc in the room, on his knees and staring blankly ahead, naked save for a skimpy loincloth. “That is Karg, Master.” Torgaz explained. “The new slave you bought at the market this morning?” “I bought another slave?” Wriz was having trouble remembering that. “Yes, Master.” Torgaz said. “The trip tired you out somewhat, so you decided to take a nap.” The goblin Master was still unsure, but… But he trusted his slave Torgaz. If he said that was what had happened, it must be true… And as he thought about it, he realised that of course it was true. He could remember now. He had bought Karg to take on Torgaz’s more menial chores about the house, leaving his beloved orc more time to serve his sexual needs. “Of course, slave.” Wriz nodded. “Fetch one of your spare collars for him.” Torgaz quickly obeyed and soon Wriz was locking a black leather collar around his new slave’s neck. “Show him his chores and get him started.” The goblin commanded. “Then meet me in the bedroom. I feel the need to fuck you senseless once again!” “Yes, Master!” Torgaz grinned broadly as his Master sauntered away towards his bed chamber. He then led the new slave Karg away to the cellar, happy that his changes to his Master’s memories had been accepted without too much trouble, and that turning Karg into a near mindless slave had proven easy. After all, he had the life he wanted now, and he would do anything to preserve it… Suitability Assessment Kraug struggled in his bonds, unsure how he got here. Wherever here was. The last thing the big musclebound orc could remember, he had been out in the deep forest, hunting game to help feed his tribe back at the village. Then, there had been a strange humming sound from above. He had looked up to see something above him in the sky, blocking out the sun, a large metal shape of some kind. And then he had been bathed in bright blinding light… After that, he had suddenly found himself here, secured to a cold metal inclined table with thick solid metal manacles the like of which he had never seen before. Try as he might, he could not budge his restraints. He was well and truly trapped. His surroundings beyond the table to which he was restrained were shrouded in shadow, and Kraug couldn’t see anything much beyond the circle of light he seemed to occupy, except the occasional odd blinking light here and there. “Is anyone there?” He called out. The response was the sound of heavy footsteps as a figure stepped into the light. A figure unlike any the captive Orc had ever seen before. It was tall and muscular like an orc, but the face was like some form of animal, with a pointed muzzle and tall ears. Its whole body appeared to be encased in some form of unnatural shiny black material that hugged the figure’s physique like a second skin, and Kraug couldn’t be entirely sure this creature wasn’t in fact made of the stuff. Thin glowing red lines ran across the figure’s body in patterns that accentuated its bulging muscles. It regarded the orc with glowing red eyes. “Specimen acquired and is conscious.” The figure spoke in a voice that was monotone, cold and distant, and without opening any kind of mouth. The sound just seemed to emanate from its smooth and shiny face. “No apparent negative reaction to teleport.” “What the hell is going on here?” Kraug demanded. “Release me!” The figure stood in front of him, hands clasped behind its back. “Planetary scans indicate this species is sole intelligent resident of this dimension. Society is at a primitive, medieval level.” “I said, release me, you demon!” Kraug snarled. It seemed obvious that this thing must be some form of demonic creature, like those of the old myths. It must have captured him for some nefarious purpose. Now the figure finally addressed the orc directly. “Specimen, state the designation of your species.” Kraug had no idea what he was talking about. “What nonsense are you speaking, demon?” The figure considered this with a slight nod of its head. “More simplistic terminology required for comprehension.” It looked the orc in the eye again. “What manner of creature are you?” Although he understood this time, Kraug was no less confused. “I’m an orc, of course! How could you not know that?” “Species designation ‘orc’ entered into database.” The figure was talking to itself again. “Beginning suitability assessment. Activating full scan.” Suddenly, the table to which Kraug was restrained lit up, bathing the orc in light as his whole body tingled. Whatever was happening, he was certain it was not good, and he once again tried to break free from his manacles. “Vast strength and stamina indicate good potential for use as labourer or soldier drones.” The figure stood by, watching the orc impassively as he struggled uselessly in his restraints. “DNA scans suggest good suitability for cloning for future drone production. Cerebral scans reveal simplistic neurological structure, mental reprogramming likely to be achievable without undue difficulty.” The light around the orc died away as the figure carried on. “Conclusion: Orc species suitable for assimilation and drone conversion. Initiating test conversion of specimen.” Before Kraug could ask what any of that meant, he felt a sudden sharp pain at the base of his skull, as if something small and sharp and metal had pierced his skin. “Nanobot swarm injected.” The figure stated. “Full neurological reprogramming in progress. Establishment of mental link in progress. Proceeding with physical assimilation. Engaging nano-fibre latex coating.” Whatever had plunged into his head quickly withdrew, leaving Kraug feeling light-headed. He wanted to yell and shout at his captor but found he couldn’t. A sense of calmness washed over him and suddenly he felt sure that resisting would be wrong somehow… A feeling of coolness spreading out from his wrists and ankles caused him to look down at his restrained body, shocked at what he saw. A shiny black liquid was emanating from his manacles, flowing across his skin as if it were alive, covering every inch of him as it went. In a moment of panic, Kraug realised that this demon was turning him into something like itself, and the urge to resist returned, but his struggles proved useless. He couldn’t move and the strange substance was quickly engulfing him… A surge of pleasure crackled through him suddenly, and now it felt strangely good to simply relax and let his transformation happen. With every passing second, he felt more and more certain that he should submit, allow himself to be converted… ‘Pleasure stimulation to quell resistance has proven successful.’ At first, Kraug thought the demon had said that, but the realised that it had been a voice in his own mind. What the hell? The voice added. ‘Mental link established quicker than anticipated. Specimen now connected to Hivemind collective consciousness…” Kraug may not have understood the words, but the orc knew something was very different now. Through his mind, he could feel a new connection, the presence of others, a lot of others, more than he could count… 85.47 Trillion. The words came to him through this new link in his head and somehow knew without question that it was accurate. And beyond the other minds he could feel, there was something else, some other force to which all those minds were bound, enslaved and obedient. The Hivemind, he somehow knew. The master and controller of everyone connected to it. His master. Some primitive instinctive part of Kraug rebelled at the notion, once again attempting to resist… More surges of pleasure hit him, each stronger than the last. His resistance crumbled quickly under the onslaught. The voice in his head returned. “You will not resist. You will become a slave drone of the Hivemind.” His mental strength exhausted, unable to fight back any longer, Kraug knew that to be true. The figure, the drone, before him finally spoke again. “Final assimilation and knowledge upload commencing…” An over whelming flood of knowledge flooded through the orcs brain and he closed his eyes, trying to process it all. Ideas and concepts that had been utterly foreign to him a moment before where installed in his mind, becoming a part of him. Science, technology, teleportation, spaceships, interdimensional travel… And his mental connection to the Hivemind grew stronger and stronger, its power flowing through his head, eradicating any last vestiges of free will, burning unswerving obedience into every fibre of his being, enslaving him utterly. And know he knew more of the Hivemind. How it spread from world to world, dimension to dimension, searching for new intelligent species to assimilate and convert into slave drones. That was its purpose, to bring the glory of being part of the Hivemind to all. Although it often encountered resistance, it had yet to encounter a species capable of resisting for long. Kraug now knew his captor was a scout drone, despatched to this dimension to search for new species and assess them for assimilation. “Assimilation complete.” The scout drone said. The orc opened his eyes to find his vision was now different and realised that his latex coating had completed while he’d had his eyes had closed, his whole body now permanently encased in the protective material that would protect him from harm as well as regulate and attend to his body’s systems and requirements. Information flowed across his sight as he looked around, providing data on whatever he looked at, telling him all about the testing chamber of the scout drone’s ship. His manacles released and he stood up, flexing and stretching a little before standing to attention. He felt good, strong and ready to serve the Hivemind. “State designation and purpose.” The scout said. The name ‘Kraug’ now felt wrong to the orc. That wasn’t who he was anymore. And then his Hivemind link provided him a new title. “This drone’s designation is Orc Slave Drone #00001.” The new drone stated. “Its purpose is to serve the Hivemind.” The scout nodded slightly. “Assimilation successful within acceptable parameters. Recommendation: Level 4 invasion fleet despatched to this dimension for drone conversion of entire orc species.” It was only a moment before the Hivemind responded, the voice echoing through the minds of both drones. “Recommendation approved. Fleet is being assembled and will arrive in two hours. You will await their arrival and then assist their mission.” “Command acknowledged.” Said both the scout and orc drones in unison. The scout drone proceeded to busy itself attending to various maintenance tasks about its ship. The orc drone that had once been the warrior Kraug followed to help, feeling a deep contentment at his assimilation, and happy that soon his whole species would also enjoy the glory of being slave drones of the Hivemind… |
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