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Kingdom Come 5

Demon Orc Shaman

Warden Burrows couldn't remember the last time he felt this excited. He just received a letter that he would be expecting a VIP prisoner today. The dwarf felt incredibly giddy, he had such plans for his new prisoner. This individual has been on the kingdom's most wanted list for the past few years. Rumors started with traders passing through the kingdom's northern forest. The orc tribes had been growing increasingly coordinated in their raids. The kingdom's intel division finally identified a unification from a new spiritual leader to the orcs.

Kor was an outcast orc at birth. His mother happened upon one of the many nuisances of the realm, a wandering satyr. The goat hoofed assailant pounced the poor orc as she was bent over, foraging for mushrooms. She only saw the hoof prints in the dirt by the time she was able to push herself off the ground. Months later, she gave birth to Kor. Kor looked no different than any other burly orc warrior except for two glossy black horns that grew above his temples.

According to the scout reports, Kor had a harsher upbringing amongst his own kin for his mixed heritage. He would become one of the best fighters of all the orcs. His ability in combat was only rivaled by his ability to commune with the spirits. The orc had a strong bond with the spirits. He had the natural flow of magic about him. This brought together the various shamans of the northern tribes to appoint Kor as the leader that united all the tribes. Under Kor's direction, the northern orc tribes expanded their territory twofold and enough to cause serious concern for the kingdom.

The king assigned a task force to end the growing orc incursion. To kill Kor would only make him a martyr to his people. So instead, they captured him alive and dragged him south for all to see as they cut and charged their way back to the kingdom. The cold iron wrapped carriage was fast approaching the warden's location. The team cling haphazardly to the sides, letting go as soon as the horses came to a halt. The warden stood at the edge of the garrison in his worn overalls, holding a small sack.

A charming elven bard flashed a brilliant smile to the warden as his team gathered around the back. "Warden, the king has given the order that this prisoner is not to be killed. And might I say, you're looking particularly cheerful today," spoke the elf.

"Keep your charm to yourself...oh, you mean about this. Yes, I'm rather excited about our new guest. It's been a long while that I've had a guest with such a long list of warnings. You may report back to the palace he is in good hands," the dwarf said, smiling back.

A hooded ranger reveals her face to the warden and gives him a keen stare. "Warden, the prisoner has not been fully delivered yet. It would be negligent of us if we left now," she spoke softly.

Burrows recognized her immediately. She's the best human sniper in all the kingdom. In fact, Burrows noticed all the other faces. The task force was literally the best of the current generation. "Aye, lass. Well, let's get you all on your way," he said as he made his way to the rear of the vehicle.

A paladin in his full suit of armor, face hidden behind his ornate helmet, stepped in front of the warden. The holy knight motioned for the dwarf to step back. "Warden, please let us escort the prisoner. As you are aware, he is incredibly dangerous. You are too valuable to the kingdom to risk any harm," he said.

The dwarf raised an eyebrow at the paladin and shrugged. No point in arguing with the knight. He took it as an opportunity to see the best of the best. Burrows stepped back without protest and stroked his beard as he watched the group begin the transfer. Their wizard began to remove all the arcane locks placed upon the carriage. As soon as the last enchantment was removed, the paladin began to unlock the door. With the click of the lock and the slide of the steel bolt, the doors suddenly burst open and a frigid gust of air pushed out of the cart.

Dust blew everywhere, and the paladin threw up his shield. He had tried to call out for the others before something heavy slammed into his shield. The knight was pushed back several yards from the impact. Already the ranger tried firing several trapping arrows into the back of the carriage, but the persistent winds blew them all away.

"He's trying to escape!" cried the paladin. The bard slung his harp around and began to play and sing. His voice was cut short as the air became dry and hot. His lips cracked and his eyes burned at the elements running wild around the cart.

The wizard attempted to apply another lock to the cart but had to defend against a bolt of lightning that came crashing from the skies. The party attempted to gather themselves into a defensible position as they failed to contain the orc. The carriage shifted left and right as the orc stepped out. His eyes glowing as he communed with the spirits of nature. As Kor stepped out of the back, he cried out to the northern winds to double their efforts.

All the while, the warden stood aside, watching the mayhem of the attempted escape play out before him. He hummed to himself as he opened his sack and pulled out an odd-looking lantern. He raised the lantern towards the orc and suddenly everything stopped. The party looked up from their position and noticed the skies have gone clear and there stood a muscular orc in nothing but a thong next to the carriage.

The orc changed tactics and charged after the dwarf in an attempt to disable the anti-magic field. The dwarf simply pressed a button on his lantern, and the orc froze in place. Slowly his shoulders and arms drooped, and he came to a stop before the warden. The party looked over in confusion, but the warden shouted out. "Don't look over here!"

Warden Burrows walked around the orc, the brute turning to keep facing the dwarf. When he finally had his back to the party, he moved to position the orc upon a stone slab. The moment the orc reached the center, prismatic runes flared to life and skittered into various circles and grams. The began to skitter from the slab and crawl over the green brute's hairy body. And just like that, the ritual of binding was completed. The orc's body stood upright and his arms pinned to his sides. His legs clicked together as he stood at attention.

"One of my most useful creations. It uses the lenses from various beholder eyes to emit different rays projected from this light. It's also enchanted so that people unaware will want to look at it. But now that I don't need to pacify our guest here," the warden deactivated the artifact and Kor tried to move. The runes flared to life, keeping his muscles from budging.

"What wonderous marvels you have, warden," the bard said.

The dwarf threw the lantern back in the sack before anyone could get a good look. "Aye, and you'll be keeping that to yourself. My work is considered classified by royal decree as you should already know. Now that our guest is secure, you may report back to the court. As you can see, I have things handled here."

The party agreed. The wizard made a grand gesture and the air around the party began to shimmer. Soon they faded from sight as the portal closed around them. The dwarf reactivated the defenses after the group had departed. He smiled as he looked his captive up and down. Even bound by his runic magics, the orc's powers continued to exude an aura of fearsomeness.

The dwarf had his orders. The orc was to be broken, but the dwarf took note of the proud example of warrior before him and respects his skills. Perhaps the warden may have had a glint of glee in his eyes as he began the long process of reducing him into nothing more than a simple farm hand. He looked at the orc and smiled as he figured since no one else was around... he removed the artifact from the sack and aimed it at the bound orc. ***Click***

Kor growled under his breath as he looked at the dwarf and that strange lantern he was holding. He blinked and next thing he knew, he was in a dark room. The orc's eyes quickly adapted to the low light and he could see stone walls and floors all around him. He seemed to have been placed in a dungeon. He could hear footsteps padding towards him. By the way sound echoed along the corridors, the dungeon was vast.

The hairy dwarf was back. He carried a torch, dressed only in overalls. He stroked his crimson beard and stared at the orc with a grin. He pulled out a familiar looking piece of cloth. Kor looked down and immediately noticed his cock sticking out. The two-foot-long meat tube bobbed in the cool dungeon air. The warden tossed it to the side as he reached his arm between the bars and his palm could barely cover the fat, red head of Kor's huge arousal. He shuddered, finding his knees want to buckle, yet some force held him upright.

"Half satyr, half orc...and now all mine," he said, continuing to rub and tease the leaking dick in his hand.

The warrior could only tense up, his muscles bulging against invisible forces that pressed against his body. His voice could not seem to reach the spirits. The orc was beyond frustrated as he could think of no way to escape. His eyes stared at the dwarf before him. In turn the warden looked back up at the green brute, with a grin hidden by the bush of rusty hair over his lips. Kor let out a low growl, "I will break free from this prison, and I will kill you first."

Warden Burrows raised an eyebrow before giving a hearty laugh. He couldn't recall the last time someone threatened him with such conviction. He could see the runes lining every bar and wall in that cell. They began to glow faintly, reacting to the raw magic that leaked from the orc. He knew he had just the thing to stop the risk of residual buildup making a crack in his prison. "Bart, come greet our new guest. Prepare him for processing," the warden called out.

Kor could not hear anyone else down in the dungeon with the dwarf. Then something splashed on the ground outside the orc's cell. The gelatinous mass kept pouring down until the massive blob formed into a humanoid form standing two hands taller than the orc. Inside the transparent green body were various sized orbs floating in this goo. The faceless and burly figure began to stride towards the orc, its body passing through the bars. The warrior wanted to try to bite at the creature before just staring blankly at the slime man's form. One of the many orbs inside the green ooze turned out to be a suspended beholder eye. This eye now locked the orc in place, keeping his mind empty of conscious thought.

"Go on and let that magic keep building up. By the time it gets anywhere close to damaging this cell, your mind will be long gone. Empty him of everything, Bart. I've got a business trip to attend to, but by the time I get back, this body should be ready," the dwarf said, inspecting the accumulation rates one last time. He left his slime homunculus, Bart to do his job. Burrows would return in a week.

During the warden's absence, Bart kept Kor's gaze trapped with beholder's eye. A true work of art, the homunculus could perform a variety of complex tasks. His current task was to break the captive's mind, that served to hinder the warden's plans should it remain. As it kept the orc's mind locked in the infinite depth of the eye inside the slime man, it played a magic recording of a deep monotone voice repeating the word "Empty."

Every now and then, Bart would obscure the eye by making his outer surface opaque. Kor would blink, licking some drool from his lips as he tried to remember where he was. The slime man would slip back into a transparent state and the orc's gaze was once more enslaved to the eyeball. Days of the droning voice echoed in the dungeon. By the time the warden returned, the once proud orc laid propped on the corner of his cell bench. His eyes were glazed and mouth agape around his tusks.

Burrows smiled at the master work of orc specimen before him. As he opened the cell and approached his guest for inspection, his skin felt hot and the ruins tattooed all over his body flared with a wild glow. "By the gods, his magic buildup is so potent it's activating all my ruins. I see now, it's all coming from here," the dwarf said as he reached out and grabbed the orc's enormous horn.

The warden's hand squeezed on the massive green dick and a blob of clear pre splattered across the floor. The dwarf could see wisps of wild magic rise off it like steam. "Bart, please drain all the excess essence from him. Once it's down to manageable levels, you can enjoy your new home," the warden said. Bart emitted a happy gurgling noise. The warden let out a deep chuckle as he began to think of things to do with all this raw magical energy.

Bart began his work on draining the orc. He pulled a blob of his body off and set it on Kor's lap. The slime began to slide around the orc as it formed various tendrils that caressed the hairy green skin. They began feeling around blindly before the first one met the orc's dripping tip. It began to engulf the tip and already torrents of pre started to erupt. This fueled the little slime into a frenzy as it started to slurp and suck all the magical seed out of the satyr endowed meat pole.

It didn't take too long before the poor slime was full. It rolled off the orc's lap and went to deposit its haul into one of the warden's storage tanks above. Bart would pull off another piece of himself and keep repeating this process until the output started to lower. He could hardly wait to finish this task as his master promised him a new home to live in. He would be able to leave the dungeon.

For three days, Bart milked the prisoner of his rich essence. Kor's body still shuddered every time he came into the slurping slimes. Hour after hour, the slimes would drop off the magic rich essence into the vats above before returning itself to Bart's body. Finally, the last orgasm only filled the slime half of the way. Bart let out another happy gurgle as he fulfilled his master's orders. The orc was sufficiently drained to average background levels of magical energy.

Now it was time to move into his new home. The homunculus slid towards the slack jawed Kor. Bart reached out his slimy hands and pried the orc's mouth as wide open as it would go. His head began to rise up into a point before tipping down, splashing right into the orc's throat. The slime man's body leapt into the air as he stuffed his gooey mass into the prisoner's gullet. The mind broken orc was helpless as he was forced to swallow the slime and various orbs inside the ooze. Bart began to push himself as deep as he could into Kor's body. His slime dissolved and coated every inch of the chieftain's insides.

It took few minutes for the gallon upon gallon of slime man to disappear. Kor finally finished swallowing all of Bart. His muscular body was bloated with shifting goo. The homunculus began to integrate itself into all appendages of the orc. He soaked himself into all of orc's bulging muscles, making them swell even more. After filling his new body to equal proportions, Bart formed a loin cloth of slime from the orc's ass. It would disguise his constant erection as well as keep steady milking of the raw magic from his new home.

The orc belched as his entire body let out a rumbling gurgle. The last of Bart settled inside his new home. Kor was no more than a meat suit for the homunculus now. Bart squished and pushed around into his newfound appendages, getting used to controlling his new body. Bart attempted to move the orc, shuffling around a bit before he got the hang of walking. It didn't help when his body continued to shudder as it released another load into the slime encasing his crotch.

Bart walked Kor's body out from the dungeon. After locking up behind him, the homunculus stopped by and gazed in amazement at the enormous vat of all the essence milked from the orc. It must have been at least fifteen barrels worth of creamy magical cum. Bart continued through the halls, and finally stepped past that threshold of the gate. The orc in what looked like tight rubber thong knocked on a cottage door near the keep. A burly dwarf answered and smiled at the massive orc at his door.

"Bart, you look magnificent!" Burrows answered as he led the slime possessed orc inside. He grinned as he took off his suspenders and looked his pet over. His rune covered cock was already hard as he pointed at his bedroom floor and ordered his pet on all fours. The warden marveled at the sight of his latest project and conquest. The king can consider the leader of the northern orcs broken.