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Greenskin

The long, steady drip of water echoing throughout the chamber was the first thing Vinden heard as he returned to consciousness. He groaned as he sat up, a soreness having sunk into his back from laying on the rough stone floor. He opened his eyes and was met with the sight of his latest predicament.

"Oh gods, where am I now?" he muttered in annoyance as he surveyed the chamber he now occupied. It was a circular chamber of barely worked stone about 20 feet across. The floor was relatively flat save for a raised part that looked like it could be used as a makeshift table or bench. The ceiling narrowed like a cone to a small opening over the center of what Vinden realized to be a cell. A rusted iron grate blocked off the hole, water trickling over the side. A beam of harsh light shone down through the grating, dimly illuminating the whole cell.

Vinden forced himself to stand. As he massaged feeling back into his limbs he discovered he was naked. More than what normally passed for naked in fact, for whoever stripped him of his clothes had also taken out his piercings. Nose, eyebrow, nipples, even the tip of his freely hanging manhood, none of them had their resident rings and their absence was quite disconcerting. Vinden felt... incomplete.

He snorted as his legs finally felt like they were able to bear his weight and he unsteadily shuffled over to the shaft of light. "I'll show the bastard who got me what happens when you cross a sorcerer," he promised himself and a smile broke out in his beard. "I almost feel sorry for the guy who captured me," he said to himself. "Probably thought I was just another wizard, take away my spellbook and all my trinkets and I'd be as helpless as a baby. Well, I'll show you what happens when you anger someone with magic pulsing in their flesh and blood."

Vinden stepped into the column of light and looked up, though the grate. The light came from a brilliant white crystal mounted in the ceiling on the other side. He grinned, knowing just the spell that would transport him instantly out of the cell. He raised his hands, eager to let his voice and body language speak the Words that sorcery understood. The incantation came to the tip of his tongue.

And refused to move any further.

Vinden's jaw dropped. He'd never experienced anything like it before. He once tried to cast a spell when the mage he was fighting dropped an area of silence on him. Too bad the fool didn't know Vinden could still cast if he let his hands do more of the talking. He even had a spell dispelled as he tried to cast it, it was like having a sword ripped out of his hands. This was different. The magic thrummed in his mind, but he couldn't call it forth.

He was fine with being nude. But lacking the magic that was his most trusted tool made Vinden feel truly vulnerable. A shiver ran down his spine as his indignation gave way to a twinge of fear. He looked over the walls, wondering how difficult they would be to climb. Like the floor, the rocky surface was uneven but smooth, and rose straight up for ten feet before curving past vertical up to the grate a good 35 feet above the ground. Vinden was strong, but he was in no way skilled enough at climbing to make the journey, and his excess bulk was doing him no favors. He snorted again, cursing whatever had taken away his magic.

"I'll think of something, I always do," Vinden said to himself as he turned and walked out of the shaft of light. "Usually..." he muttered as he sat down on the stone bench, shivering as his scrotum touched the cool surface. "Come on, how did I end up here?" he wracked his mind, remembering what had lead up to his waking up here.

"Alright," Vinden drew a deep breath, "I was in town, in the Mage's Quarter. I went down one of the alleys, heading for the tavern..." He furrowed his brow. "Wait...why would I do that? There are no alleys that go between those two... Why did I go that way?" He looked up as the echoing drip of water stopped. Something moved on the other side of the grate, throwing a shadow over the pool of light.

"Hey!" Vinden shouted, his voice bouncing around the cell. "Who are you?! Why am I here?" he called out as he stepped into the light. He heard a husky chuckle from overheard but couldn't see anything against the glare thrown off by the crystal. Vinden raised his hand to block the light and something warm and slimy dropped into his palm. "Ugh!" he scowled and flicked his hand, trying to shake off the sludge. It hit the ground with a wet sucking sound. Vinden looked up and got out of the way just as a second globule fell from above.

He looked down at the slime. It was a neutral shade of green in color and shiny. Vinden stepped back just as three more blobs hit the floor jiggling. The sorcerer looked up but saw nothing new through the grate. He was just about to step back into the shaft of light when something about the slime caught his attention.

They were still moving.

Vinden backed away slowly, keeping his eyes on the shiny green sludge. The five globules quivered and pulsed, expanding and contracting like they were breathing. The one in the center suddenly expanded and touched the other four, pulling them into itself as it contracted and formed one rippling ball of green slime, lines on its surface swirling like clouds on a globe. The swirling stopped and two circular red patches broke the surface of the sphere. They moved across the outer shell until they arranged themselves to look like a pair of red eyes, a pair of red eyes staring right at Vinden.

The human swallowed the lump in his throat and retreated further, not taking his eyes of the slime. He stepped to the right and the red eyes stayed on him. He stepped to the left and still they tracked him. Vinden kept retreating until he felt the cool stone wall on his bare buttocks. The green sludge shook violently for a second before the part holding the eyes extended out from the body, the slime under the eyes distending into a long muzzle. A spiraling line appeared on the globe's body just as it uncoiled. Vinden let out a strangled cry as his mind registered what he was facing.

It was a rubbery green snake.

A cold sweat broke out all over Vinden's body. "N-no, not here, not now," he whispered. He hated snakes, despised them, abhorred them. He dreamt of the day he could craft a spell to keep all snakes at least a mile away from himself at all times, Greater Mundane Serpent Repulsion would be its technical name, but Vinden's Personal Paradise would be his preferred title for it if Vinden ever attained enough prestige to have spells named after himself. But none of that mattered when he faced his greatest phobia without his magic.

The green rubber snake wasn't gigantic, that would have rendered Vinden catatonic, but it was as big a decently sized python. It reared up, moving like a live serpent, but lacked the flicking tongue of a real snake to Vinden's minor relief. It lashed out at him, moving like emerald lightning. Vinden dove to the side and the snake plowed right into the rock wall. Its head flattened against the unyielding surface, flowing into a vertical puddle around the point of impact. It seemed dazed, and Vinden took the advantage to run to the other side of the cell before the snake pulled its front end off the wall and reformed its head. It turned around, holding Vinden in its vacant gaze.

His heart pounded in his chest, pulse thundered in his ears, his ample body hair was matted from his terror-sweat. The rubber snake slithered forward and reared back again. Vinden hoped it wasn't able to learn from its past mistakes and threw himself to the side just as the shiny green monster slammed into the wall where he was just standing.

Vinden ran over the center of the room, waiting for it to repeat its lone tactic. But instead of reforming its head it pushed more into the wall, creating a large green patch on the stone. Vinden took a couple of steps backward, watching the patch cautiously as the tail thrashed about like a tentacle. His breath came a little easier now that the green rubber beast no longer resembled a snake. Tentacle fiends didn't faze him. Vinden wiped the sweat from his brow and steeled himself for the thing's next move.

The tentacle rapidly shed its mass, shifting more and more of itself into the blob on the wall until it had disappeared entirely into the patch. The two red spots rearranged themselves to hold Vinden in their sight. It might have been his imagination, but it looked like they were narrowing in anger. Vinden scowled right back and even growled a little. The green mass was not intimidated, in fact, Vinden realized too late that he was being toyed with by the rubbery fiend. It shot out a pseudopod like a battering ram, hitting Vinden square in the chest and sent him sprawling to the floor. He rolled over onto his stomach and tried to crawl away, only to feel a tentacle wrap itself around his neck. It started pulling toward its body, dragging him backwards across the floor. Vinden reached and tried to break the green tendril's grip, but it was like trying to pry off an iron collar.

The cold floor ground against Vinden's bare ass as the tendril reeled him in like a fish. In seconds the sorcerer felt his back touch the cool, yielding surface of the green rubber patch. He kept trying to force the collar apart, but the material was fused together, there was no hinge, no latch, no feature breaking the smooth green surface. It pulled upward, forcing Vinden to stand or risk getting strangled. He struggled up to his feet, gritting his teeth as he felt the rubbery wall quiver against his backside. Two more tentacles materialized out of the patch and lashed themselves around his wrists just as two more tendrils bound his ankles. They pulled and, despite Vinden's best attempt to resist, forced the mage into a spread-eagle position on the wall. "Hey! Somebody, help!" he cried out. "Help me!" he cried again, only to gag as a part of his collar slipped up and into his mouth, forming a ball gag that wrapped itself behind his head. "Mmmmph! Rgrlrl!" he tried to say, but the words were stopped by the green barricade.

Vinden slumped forward, still trying to think of a way out but nothing was coming to mind. He looked down at his feet and his eyes widened as he watched the green rubber flow like water around his feet. Fear welled up in his chest as the ooze engulfed his feet and clung to his skin, traveling up to just below his knees and reshaping itself into a pair of shiny green boots. The rubber kept climbing, up his thighs and leaving them encased in the material, like a shiny green second skin.

The man felt the ooze ascend up the back of his thighs and onto his ass, covering both cheeks but doing nothing else, much to Vinden's greater relief. In front, though, the green matter had collected around the base of his manhood and tightened to form a snug cockring. The greenskin overtook his sack and slid up and over his shaft. Vinden gasped and shifted as he felt the rubber fill in the gap left by the stolen ring in the head.

The greenskin continued in its quest to engulf the bound human, overtaking Vinden's waist and swallowing up his furry stomach. It slid straight up his spine and spread outward, making his shoulder blades smooth, green, and shiny. The matter moved up over his chest, like his penis the green rubber pierced his nipples. The surface over each rippled and convulsed, turning a deep, dark shade of green as they sprouted into a pair of large, meaty nipples that protruded nearly two inches from his torso.

The greenskin flowed up both Vinden's arms, engulfing them in the second skin before thickening around his wrists and affecting the appearance of manacles. The rubber then swallowed up both his hands, forming a blocky mitt around each that resembled a meaty fist.

"Arenmph! Ugh gph!" Vinden shouted uselessly as the greenskin reached the collar around his neck and continued on. He could no longer watch the rubber's progress but he could feel it as it moved up the back of his head, passing over the top of his skull and covering his ears. It slid over his chin and fused with the gag before covering his nose. His eyes were the last part of him not swallowed up by the relentless green matter. In fact, it seemed like the greenskin's progress had stopped. Once again, the green matter was toying with its captive. Vinden's vision went red as the crimson lenses slid over his eyes, sealing him inside his greenskin suit.

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Vinden slumped forward in resignation, only his wrists anchored to the wall kept him upright. He'd screamed himself hoarse, but his voice never made it past the gag set between his lips. He had tried brute force to tear himself free from the wall, to no avail. The green rubber may as well have been one with the wall for all the good his struggles did.

When the suit had finally sealed up around him Vinden has shivered fiercely for several painful minutes, but the cold rubber warmed up from contact with his body and was now sweltering. The man could feel the sweat sandwiched between his skin and his green second skin. He didn't know how long it had been since he was engulfed, the light he could see through his red lenses never changed. His ordeal blended together into a hot, steamy blur.

Soon, however, Vinden felt a change in his suit, in a very particular region. At first he thought it was his imagination, then he dismissed it as stiffness from being held in one position for so long, but he could deny it no longer. The greenskin around his penis was moving.

It was a subtle thing, gently vibrating to start, then undulating, squeezing the length like a timid lover's hand. Its soft motions got a rise out of Vinden, causing his flesh to stir and harden. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, letting it out in a shudder. His gag was moving too, extending inward, along his tongue. It took on a cylindrical shape, but with slight imperfections along its length. He prodded it with his tongue and found the end was blunt, with a vertical depression in the center. Like a slit.

Down below the greenskin prodded the tip of his shaft.

Vinden's eyes bolted open. He swirled his tongue around the circumference of the protrusion and his rod registered an identical motion. "Clever," Vinden thought. "Perverted as all hell, but clever." The gag had slid into his mouth and was a replica of his own dick. Whatever he did to the dildo he'd feel like he'd done it to himself. "Always thought about making a spell that did this," he told himself as he ran his tongue over his slit, "but I won't refuse a test run." His dildo-gag even came with a foreskin and Vinden nearly came then and there as his tongue worked its way under there.

The dildo-gag slid further into his mouth as Vinden grew even more excited. He didn't care that it was some overly complicated sex-toy prison. All that mattered was how good it felt. No one could hit all of his sweet spots quite like himself. "Mmmmf, Ooooooooh, Unf!" he grunted around his surrogate cock as he felt the pressure build. "Uuuuuurrrrrrrrrgh," he groaned as he unloaded.

As the haze of his orgasm faded the rubber shaft in his mouth withdrew back into the gag. But before it dissolved completely the head flooded Vinden's mouth with something warm, sticky, and salty. Unable to spit it out he had no choice but to swallow the whole load. "What the-? Where did that come from?"

"You're a smart slave," echoed a voice in Vinden's mind. "Surely you had to realize the load you teased out of yourself had to go somewhere. And I think it makes for a much more authentic experience, wouldn't you agree?"

"Who are you?" Vinden hoped he was projecting the question out of his mind.

"My slave is not worthy of knowing that," Vinden could feel the devilish grin behind those words. "You will refer to me as Master, Lord, or simply Sir."

"Yes, Master," Vinden's mind replied. "Wait, what?" he added. "I'm not calling you any of those things, Sir!" he fired, and then wondered why he kept giving his jailor those honorifics.

"You give me the respect I deserve because I will it," the voice replied. "I want you to do it, and you will do it. Because a slave must defer to his master."

"Got to Hell, Master!" Vinden launched the words from his mind, or he hoped he did. Telepathic communication was a fuzzy thing for those on the receiving end.

"You will show me the proper respect, slave," the voice growled.

"Yes, Sir. Forgive your slave, Master," he thought and meant each word. "What am I doing?" Vinden wondered privately, hoping his captor wouldn't pick up on it. "Oh great, an enchanter," he decided. No other normal variety of mage could demonstrate such a degree of command over the mind of another.

"It appears my slave isn't as smart as I first thought," the voice reverberated with mock disappointment. "You seem to have forgotten about psionics."

"Psionics," Vinden echoed. The power of the mind resembled the magic Vinden wielded, but was an altogether strange and alien force. "I suppose it's time the Master showed the slave his place."

Through his red lenses Vinden saw something block the shaft of light again. The rusty iron grate whined loudly as it lifted off its mounting. Silhouetted against the harsh light, a figure slowly descended through the hole. Whoever his captor was, Vinden could see that he was well-muscled. The psion landed without a sound and looked up, staring right into Vinden's red lenses.

His captor was an orc. Though Vinden's vision of the world beyond his mask was tinted scarlet there was no mistaking the prominent brow and tusks jutting up from his lips. His hair was limited to a single strip running along the center of his skull though a bushy beard framed his brutish face. The orc was clad quite oddly and immodestly, his loins covered by a tight triangle of shiny fabric, legs adorned with chaps and a heavy pair of boots. An X-shaped harness girded his hirsute torso. The squeaking sound the chaps and boots made as the orc swaggered over confirmed that they were made of rubber.

"Who are you?" Vinden projected his question again.

"Your master," the orc grinned, showing his pointed teeth.

"Will you at least tell me why I'm here?" the human stared daggers through his mask. "Why me?"

"Why you?" the orc parroted and shrugged, trying to appear innocent. "Truthfully, you just happened to blunder right into the psychic siren song I set up in that alley. I was hoping to get my hands on an actual wizard, not some accident of breeding like yourself."

"Oh, uh, I can do wizardly things if you need me to," Vinden pled, not liking where the psion was going.

"I'm sure you can," the orc sneered, "but you really wouldn't like what I was planning to do to a full-fledged bookworm mage. I know you know what's like to be around those arrogant sods, to have the same power they have just approached from a different angle. You get magic from your lineage," the orc ran a thick, sausage-like finger up Vinden's chest and along his chin. "I get mine from my iron will. We're alike, you know, if only in the sense that conventional mages will never fully accept either of us. We're not easily categorized. I wanted to snare one of those bastards and reduce him to a drooling moron, show them that their minds are useless before one who can change their minds. You know I can do it, slave. I locked away your spellcasting talents."

Behind his mask Vinden seethed. "You brought me down here to prove some sick point?"

"No," the orc pressed himself close to Vinden, his gear squeaking against the man's greenskin suit. "I brought you here because I saw something I wanted and I took it. I wanted you for my slave and I made it happen. I even improved your appearance."

"With this cocoon?" Vinden asked.

"It's not a cocoon," the Master answered and stepped back. "It's a nice suit. Here, see for yourself." Vinden's head reeled as the orc's vision replaced his own. The red world righted itself and he could see for the first time what the green rubber had done to him.

The rubber over his face had molded itself into a mask resembling an orc. The brows were heavy and protruding, the ears pointed, even the outside surface of his ball gag had taken on the appearance of jutting tusks. The Master's gaze roamed all over his greenskin body, showing Vinden how he now looked to the world. There were the oversized nipples, sticking out like dark green sausages. His fists clenched and bulky. And then there was his cock. Vinden could see his eyes widen through the red lenses as he saw the thick-veined tube and pendulous sack that dangled from his crotch.

"Don't get too excited," the Master chided him. "You're no bigger than you were before. I just wrapped up your goods in a more impressive shell. But you will appreciate the fact that you will still feel whatever happens to your prosthesis. So tell me slave," the orc gave Vinden his vision back and pressed himself into the human's body again. He grabbed one of the meaty green nipples and twisted it hard.

"How do you like being a greenskin?"

Vinden couldn't respond, the only thing to pass his lips was a long, low moan as his chest was toyed with. "I'll take that as a yes," the Master purred as his other hand slipped down to the massive rod stirring between the mage's legs. He slid his fingers under the rim of the foreskin, gripped it, and twisted like a doorknob. Vinden moaned again behind his orc-mask as his python-like manhood twitched with each beat of his quickening heart.

The Master chuckled huskily and continued to palm the surrogate cock-head, stepping to the side as the pillar of green rubber curved upward. With his other hand the orc stoked the length of the false orc's phallus. Vinden could only grunt and gasp through his nose as he felt the Master's hands work on his loins, each sensation magnified by the greenskin shell. He dared to glace down and his chin bumped the very tip of his greenskin cock. The Master ran both his hands up and down the throbbing shaft and Vinden ground his chin against his cockhead until he was rewarded with an orgasm that would have brought him to his knees were he not secured to the wall.

Vinden's body shook violently as his balls emptied what felt like their entire contents. Through his orgasmic haze he dimly recalled what happened when he shot his load in the suit. he truly recalled that feature when his mouth flooded with his own steamy cum. "Swallow," his Master commanded and Vinden obeyed, the warm slime filling his gut.

"Too easy," the orc sounded pleased with himself as he let go of the greenskin cock as it flopped back down. "Nothing like a little handjob to open up the mind for a little domination. Are you ready slave?'

"I am ready, Sir," Vinden thought back, knowing that wasn't how he wanted to reply but was now unable to defy his orc lord. "Good," his Master growled. "Now go be a good little orcling and bend over that table over there."

"Yes, Master," Vinden thought and took a step forward, his rubber suit peeling free from the rock wall. His legs were slightly numb after spending so much time bound and his gait was awkward at first. Vinden stumbled forward on his green-booted feet but quickly regained his composure and strode for the stone outcropping that resembled a table. "I did do some fine work on you, slave," the Master remarked. "Here, have a look for yourself."

Vinden's head reeled again as his vision was no longer his own. Instead he looked at his own broad back. He stumbled again, having never tried to navigate himself from a second-person perspective, but he did see how closely the greenskin clung to his ass. It was truly like a second skin, there was even a puckered green asshole between the cheeks. An asshole that Vinden got a much better look at as he bent over the table and widened his stance.

"You're such a good, eager slave, aren't you?" the orc Lord purred as he walked over, still sharing his vision with Vinden. Through the orc's eyes the mage watched as the Master ran a finger, hands clad in black gloves, down the cleft of his ass and back up before pressing that finger right below his hole. Vinden's vision turned red again as his sense of sight snapped back into his own eyeballs. It was then he felt the Master push his finger right into his asshole.

Vinden gasped at first but then grunted and snorted as he felt the Master's finger plumbing his depths. He sucked in another sharp breath as second finger pushed his pucker apart and was soon joined by a third. Vinden's cock was drooling pre inside its case as his Master probed his prostate. The orc withdrew his fingers and Vinden clenched his sphincter, angry at being left hungry. The void was short-lived, however, as Vinden felt the orc's tusks press against his green cheeks. A thick, wet tongue swirled around in his asshole. The mage moaned long and loud as his Master rimmed him.

After several glorious minutes the Master withdrew again, leaving the mage with an empty feeling that was also brief as something long and hard was pressed past his spit-coated ring and up into his bowels. Vinden's eyes rolled up in ecstasy. And then he saw his Master come over to stand in front of him, the pouch of his thong tented from its yearning cargo. "If you're up here." Vinden asked, "what's back there?" His Master smiled wickedly and held up his hand, the fingers wet from where he'd penetrated the supine mage. Haze drifted up from the glove and coalesced into a long rod with a rounded end. "One of these," the orc replied, holding the dildo right in front of Vinden's red eyes. "Just to keep you prepped while you pay respect."

The gag in the human's mouth quivered and shifted. Fresh air flowed in through the growing opening. The orc pulled on his thong's pouch, letting his dark green cock spring forth. The Master wasted no time in pushing his rod right into Vinden's waiting mouth and the mage was ready to service his superior. The man's tongue played over the orc's cock just as eagerly as he pleasured himself. This went on for several more minutes, Vinden worshipping his Master with his tongue, until the orc withdrew from his disappointed maw. The gag grew back into place.

"And now that you've warmed me up," the orc Master said as he circled around Vinden, running his finger straight down the man's spine and eliciting a pleased shiver. The psion pulled out the dildo, but not before giving it a few twists and pumps at the end, and then replaced it with his own flesh. He bred Vinden hard and deep, his green sack slapping against the suit's almost comically large orbs with each thrust. For his part, Vinden had grown hard again and his phallus bounced between his chest and the table's surface. Instead of pain, the motion flooded his body with pleasure, and the man moaned loudly inside his mask. With his Master pounding his ass he was soon pushed over the edge and swallowed all of his own load for the third time.

The orc Master grunted and sorted, breathing faster and faster as his slave's hole brought him to climax, and he flooded the man with his seed. Panting heavily, he pulled his half-hard cock out of the green-ringed hole and sat down on the table beside Vinden. "You know what the best thing is about psionics and that skin you're wearing?" he asked his pet. Vinden shook his green head. "They sustain both of us. There's no need to eat, sleep, or even breathe if you don't want to. We can do this for days."

The orc leaned in close to Vinden's ear. "In fact," he whispered, "that's what I'm going to do." He grabbed one of Vinden asscheeks and squeezed. "Don't worry, slave, I'll let you go free once it's done, spells and all. But until then you're mine," he said, conjuring another dildo, one longer and thicker than the previous. "We'll have days of this kind of fun. By the time it's done you'll be one fine orc-slave. So, tell me, do you like being my greenskin slave?"

Vinden nodded.