The Fall and Rise of Conan
I always enjoyed the What if comics by Marvel. After learning about the comic where Conan battles Ishiti I asked myself what would happen if Conan was transformed into a Serpent Man. This is how I think it would turn out.
Conan cautiously treads down the dark, dank temple. Only a few torches lit his path. Vines coiled around the architecture, partially hiding the serpent statues and drawings within the temple. In the distance was a small set of steps leading to a golden altar glimmering against the torch light. Conan couldn't remember why he was here, but he knew that it had something to do with Serpent Men. The Serpent Men were evil half-man half-serpent creatures that worship the evil snake God Set. Set had been trapped in another dimension centuries ago. The Serpent Men worked tirelessly to try and return Set to Earth. In the mean time, the Serpent Men waged a war against humanity, hoping to eradicate humanity and become the dominant species. Conan made it his life's mission to thwart their efforts and protect humanity.
Conan, his sword at the ready, carefully made his way towards the altar at the far end of the temple. The Altar was etched in ancient pictograph. Conan could not fully translate the markings, but was able to make out that this was the "Altar of Scales".
"Welcome to my temple Conan." A voice called out. Conan turned around to see who was calling him. The giant seven-headed snake god Set lorded over Conan, "I've waited a very long time to greet the human who has constantly defied me."
"Set! I don't know how you were released from your prison, but prepare to return to the hell you came from!" He charged towards Set, mustering all of his courage and strength into his blade. Four chains flew up behind him, shackling Conan's arms and legs. Set laughed as Conan fought to free himself from the chains tight grip. The braces tightened, forcing Conan to drop his sword. Set flung Conan's sword in the air and swallowed it with one gulp. The chains dragged him backwards and spread him in a figure eight over the altar. The chains were stronger than any metal he had ever seen, much stronger than his muscles could handle. Even if Conan was able to free himself from the chains he had no weapon, no way to defend himself.
Set slithered up towards Conan, "You have been a thorn in my side for far too long Conan! I should devour your soul and be rid of you, but I have other plans for you. Prepare yourself!" Set opened up all of his seven mouths and hundreds of snakes began to spew forth. Set poured the snakes onto Conan, covering him like an egg. Conan writhed about frantically, attempting to fling the snakes off of him.
"There's no need to resist Conan. I'm giving you the opportunity to make amends for all the sins you have committed against me and my children." Set said with an air of tranquility. Conan ceased struggling, realizing that resistance was utterly useless. Conan could only watch as the snakes surrounded his body, eventually blocking out any light.
Conan screamed as he woke. It was only moments later when he realized that it was all a dream. However, reality was not as it should be. Conan was shackled around his wrists and ankles, lying naked against the cold stone floor of a dark cell. He searched his mind, trying to remember how he got here, but nothing was there. Conan caught the sound of footsteps coming towards the cell. He was going to get his chance to meet his captor. The door creaked open, revealing three silhouettes. As his eyes adjusted to the light, the silhouettes came into focus. His captors were the Serpent Men. The other two Serpent Men were low ranking soldiers, their armor was simple and they both wore collars. Though, the third Serpent Man was a complete mystery. Every Serpent Man Conan ever met had the body of a man but with the head of a snake with scales for skin. This was the only Serpent Man Conan had ever encountered that had the hood of a cobra and the lower torso of a snake. His lower torso had to be over twelve feet long. His armor was gold with a two metallic snakes that coiled around his breastplate and up to each of shoulders. Whoever he was, he was clearly their commander.
"You're finally awake, I've been highly anticipating our sessions together."
"By Crom, when I get my hands on you I will tear you limb from limb!" Conan growled at the Serpent Man as he lunged at the serpent's throat. The left guard rammed into Conan's gut, knocking the wind out of him.
The Commander chuckled, "I would expect nothing less from the man who nearly wiped out my people." Without warning, the Commander coiled around Conan and squeezed with paralyzing force. Conan, gasping for air, desperately tried to pry himself free. Conan's head went dizzy as his face went bluer and bluer. His spine was ready to snap under the pressure of Kothiss' grip.
"I should kill you right now for raising a hand against me." The Commander opened his mouth wide, bore his fangs, and plunged them into Conan's neck. His body burned as the Serpent's venom coursed through his body. The venom burned like a fire raging inside his body. It was a miracle that his body didn't ignite from the heat.
The Commander relinquished his grip around Conan, letting him hit the ground with a hard thud. "But I have something different in mind." Conan wheezed painfully as he lay on the floor, unable to move an inch.
The Commander used his tail to tilt Conan's face, forcing him to look deep into Kothiss' yellow eyes. "Now that we have that out of the way, it is time for some introductions. My name is Lord Kothiss, but you will be calling me Master."
Conan coughed, "I will never bow to serpent swine."
Kothiss pulled out a necklace with a red amulet, the shape of a serpent's eye, nestled inside his breastplate, "Slaves do not have any say. You will never insult me again." The amulet began to faintly glow. Conan wanted to curse Kothiss, but any insults he thought of faded away from his mind. Try as he might, Conan could not find the words to insult Kothiss
Kothiss asked, "Remember this amulet? You should. This is the Eye of Set. The amulet that gives its wearer the ability to control any Serpent Men. The amulet you thought had been destroyed after your encounter with the Demigod Ishiti. Do you remember that battle?"
"How could I forget." Conan answered. "I was eaten by a giant snake bitch before I cut her head off."
Kothiss scoffed, "And you bravely escaped digestion to fight another day, but you are missing the most important part of the battle. Before she ate you she blasted you with her inner fire, transforming you into a Serpent Man. We had you, but then she ruined it all by eating you. Despite her stupidity, Ishiti's blunder was my revelation." The battle with Ishiti took place over six months ago. Conan's quest was to steal the Eye of Set from Ishiti to end the war with the Serpent Men sooner, but it was destroyed in their battle; or so he thought.
Kothiss continued, "Back then I was just an ordinary Serpent Man, one of Ishiti's priests. It was the first time I had ever seen you fight. You have remarkable battle prowess. As you transformed, I saw the potential you could have as a Serpent Man. While you were 'pre-occupied' with Ishiti, I took the opportunity and grabbed the Amulet. I was planning to use it on you, to control you, but Ishiti had already devoured you. After you killed her, the magic began to wear off and you reverted back to human form. I used some quick magic and conjured a glass duplicate, shattered it, and hid before you could notice. It was a shame you had to change back to human form; I know you would have liked it." Conan burned with rage, yet he could not say a word against Kothiss.
"After you left, I had only moments before Ishiti's magic was completely gone. I absorbed all that was left of Ishiti's glorious ability. It began to change me. I could feel my muscles getting bigger, stronger, I grew a cobra's hood around my head and my legs fused into a tail. I was now a Demigod. For the next six months I devised a plan to kidnap you, begin your transformation process again. Every day you remained a human was a sin. Normally the punishment for sins against Set is death, but death would be far too compassionate a punishment. I had something more appropriate in mind. The only way for you to truly make retributions for your sins would be for you, the greatest of all the human warriors, to spend eternity as my slave, my bitch. First I had to figure out how my powers worked before I could use them against you. I learnt that my body could not shoot blasts like Ishiti, I later learned that I could inject her fire through my venom. I began to experiment my venom's capabilities on human soldiers we had captured. The first two experiments were failures, but the third one was successful. I had perfected the proper dosage per day. It only takes four doses, one per day, for a human to be forever be transformed into a Serpent Man. So far you have already received two doses." Kothiss began to smile maniacally. Conan could not take another word and lunged at Kothiss.
Kothiss clutched the amulet tighter, "You will not raise a finger against me." Conan stopped dead in his tracks. Conan wanted to attack, but a voice in opposition grew so strong that he backed down. SMACK! Conan collapsed to the ground. Kothiss' guard knocked Conan to the ground.
"Every time you are insolate you will punish you accordingly. When you are obedient I will reward you. Just think Conan; in a couple days you could be like my two guards here. They too were human. With my help, I made them into something greater. In return I took their free will. Isn't that right slaves!"
The two guards both knelt before Kothiss. One proclaimed, "We cannot praise you enough Master for freeing us from our human bonds."
Kothiss continued, "You know Conan, Serpent Men were originally human until Set blessed those faithful to him with the gift of scales. You too will be able to share in that blessing." Kothiss made his way to the cell door. Looking back he said, "Never forget that I could have killed you today. It is only because I will it that you continue to breathe. I look forward to seeing how you've progressed tomorrow. Hopefully you will have lost that awful human stench." With that said, Kothiss closed the door and Conan was once again in the dark.
Conan returned to his previous dream. The snakes, slithering all over him, started to slide down into his mouth, nostrils, and ears. As they passed into him, they began to slither into his muscles, his skull, even his heart. Conan could feel the snakes squirming in his lungs every time he breathed. Conan became startled, countless snakes began to pierce his anus and creep up into his bowels. At first it was traumatic, but the pain began to change to pleasure. This unfamiliar sensation was strangely exciting; Conan desperately wanted it to continue. The snakes slithering inside his body reminded him of the subtle hands a virgin's gentle as they massaged his muscles. His muscles started to grow firmer and larger, so large that his skin began to split open due to the stress. His skull softened like wet clay, allowing the snakes inside to re-mold it. They were sculpting it into a serpentine skull. Conan's tongue began to fork as it grew thinner and longer. The snakes that slithered on top of Conan filled in the gaps in his skin with their scales. All of a sudden, a wave of pleasure from his groin overwhelmed him. A snake had coiled itself around his penis, stroking with sweeter tenderness than any woman he had been with. The snake wrapped its mouth around the head of Conan's penis, slowly devouring it. Conan grew more nervous every inch the snake progressed; yet he could not ignore the luscious texture of the snake's insides rubbing against his penis. The snake had finished ingesting Conan penis and balls, but it wasn't finished there. The snake burrowed its way into Conan's body. Conan could do nothing but watch as the snake disappeared into his body, his penis with it.
Conan woke suddenly. He was glad to be awake. Conan was surprised to find that someone had moved a mirror into his cell. The mirror made Conan aware of all of his bodily changes over the night. His face was extending out, his nose shrinking as his nostrils repositioned themselves. His ears were now blending into his skull. Most of his hair had fallen out that night, only a few strands remained. His muscles were much larger and more toned than before; his skin could barely contain them. Portions of his skin were tearing due to the stress, revealing new emerald green scales growing beneath. Conan had to grope his new muscles, especially his biceps and pecs. Conan involuntarily hissed. If it weren't for the taste sensations he caught in the air, his hissing would have been as natural as his heart beat. His sense of taste was much stronger now; he tasted odors that he never noticed the previous night, or even in his entire life. Conan used his forked tongue to explore his teeth. His incisors had grown larger and more fang like while his other teeth were getting smaller. Every change he had gone through had happened in his dream. That's when he recalled what happened to his penis. Conan looked down, but desperately didn't want to believe it; his penis was gone. All that was left was a thin slit. Conan became frightened; he despised the idea of being a woman.
His tongue caught the powerful musk of one person approaching his cell. Conan presumed the smell to belong to Kothiss.
The cell door creaked open and Kothiss returned, wearing the same armor as yesterday. "Conan, you're transformation is progressing very well. You've even begun to lose that terrible human stench. You'll agree that scales have a much more pleasant smell than skin."
"What has happened to my penis?! I will not be a woman!" Conan asked.
Kothiss slithered his coils around Conan, "You humans are truly ignorant. Snakes carry their genitals on the inside of their bodies. Your penis will emerge..." Kothiss began to caress Conan's groin area, "...when you become aroused." Conan tried to hide the enjoyment he got from Kothiss' tender touch; male-to-male relations were forbidden and detestable according to Crom. However, his penis could not hide Conan's true feelings. It emerged fleshier than it was before, but that didn't matter. Conan was relieved it was still there.
Kothiss un-coiled himself from around Conan, "I want to mix things up today. We'll start with your training first."
"You have the Eye of Set, why not use it after I've completely changed?" Conan asked. Kothiss grabbed Conan by the neck with his right hand, crushing his neck. Despite Conan's larger muscles, he was still not strong enough to pry himself from Kothiss' grip.
"Slaves do not question their Master's judgment. They simply do what their Master commands. Do you understand?" Kothiss asked.
Conan could not escape if he was dead. He had to indulge Kothiss' demands, for now. He nodded his head in compliance. Kothiss let him go.
As Conan gasped for air Kothiss said, "I'm impressed Conan. It didn't take very long for you to give in. Doesn't it feel good to indulge my requests?" Conan did feel good by giving in, but quickly convinced himself that it was his lungs filling with air that made him feel that way.
Kothiss continued, "Since you were so compliant I think I can answer question. The Eye of Set can control you, but when you are not under its influence you would regain your will. You might try to flee or make some pathetic attempt to revert to your human form. Since you are only part Serpent Man, the Eye can only make strong suggestions to you. It is through this training that I will permanently implant these suggestions into your mind. By the time you have completely changed, I will no longer need the Eye to control you. You will simply obey me as though it was as natural as breathing."
Kothiss wrapped the base of his tail around Conan's head, placing his cloaca at Conan's mouth, "You need a strong lesson in humility if you are to be my slave. Start liking my cloaca." Conan did not understand what the cloaca was and it didn't matter, he had to obey if he wanted any hope of escape. Conan's forked tongue reluctantly licked the cloaca. Conan was taken back by the taste; it was actually delightful. Kothiss was right; scales really did smell better than skin. For something that was supposed to be humiliating, it was actually rather enjoyable.
"Doesn't it feel good to humble yourself in the presence of your Master? The taste is very appealing isn't it Conan?" Kothiss asked.
Conan responded, "Yes..." Conan couldn't believe himself; he told Kothiss that he was enjoying his humiliation. What would possess him to do that?
Kothiss began to remove his breastplate, exposing his bare chest to Conan. The amulet was hanging around his neck. This could be Conan's opportunity to grab the Eye of Set and use it against Kothiss.
Kothiss smiled, "If you enjoyed the smell of my cloaca, perhaps you'd enjoy your Master's musk." Kothiss wrapped his coils around Conan's legs and waist, grabbed Conan by the back of the head and smothered his face into his left armpit.
Before Conan could react, Kothiss told him, "You cannot resist the urge to soak in my scent. It is like a drug, the more you smell it, taste it, the more you cannot resist it." The amulet was glowing brighter than it did the previous night. Conan tried to hold his breath, but his tongue hissed and caught Kothiss' odor. It was hypnotizing; a captivating mixture of testosterone, scales, and a sickly-sweet smell unique to Kothiss. It was the essence of true manliness, power, and dominance. The more he breathed in, the more his mind forgot about stealing the amulet. Smelling Kothiss' odor wasn't enough to satisfy Conan's addiction, he had to lick it, rub it against his skin, anything to retain Kothiss' beautiful aroma.
Kothiss took Conan's head and moved it to his other armpit, "Perfect Conan, absorb my scent into your scales. Let the world know that you have been marked as my bitch." Conan ran every inch of his head around Kothiss' armpit, his skin absorbing the smell like a sponge. Kothiss' powerful musk had removed any trace of Conan's feeble human stench.
"I want your hands to give my muscles the worship they deserve. You may continue soaking up my scent while you worship my muscles." Kothiss instructed. Conan's hands gladly did as they were told. Conan's hands fondled Kothiss' powerful, firm chest. Conan had only ever fondled a woman's breasts, yet they were trifle in comparison to a man's pecs. His head moved from out of Kothiss' armpit and nuzzled itself into Kothiss' warm chest. Conan felt safe, at home, against Kothiss' chest. His left hand worked its way down towards Kothiss' abs while his right hand worked it's way out to the bicep. Conan's fingers followed along the groves of all Kothiss' glorious abs, trying his best to take in as much of its perfection through his fingers. Kothiss' abs were as strong as steel, yet his scales were so silky beneath his fingers. Conan's right hand finally reached Kothiss' bicep. Kothiss flexed his bicep to demonstrate the power that lay in his magnificent arms. Conan was taken aback. Could such power even exist within one bicep? It was tremendous, the power of one hundred men lay within this one bicep. His left hand could not resist but to make it's way towards Kothiss' other bicep to bask in its glory. Kothiss flexed over Conan, triumphantly conquering his people's greatest enemy.
Kothiss whispered to Conan, "You love my muscles. You love the male figure. Females, human or Serpent, no longer arouse you. They are disgusting. While human men are attractive, a Serpent Man is truly sexy to you now. If I give you permission to mate with a human you will be dominant since you will be a Serpent Man and the dominant species. With a Serpent Man you will be submissive, desiring to service him and accept his seed. To make amends for the crimes you have committed against the Set and his children, you will forever be a slave whore and gladly want to be dominated by any Serpent Man. Any Serpent Man can take you at any time and you will gladly service him in any way he wants. However, I am the most important male, the sexiest Serpent Man and the only one who truly matters. My seed will be the most mouth-watering, my member will give you the most pleasure when it enters you." Conan's focus was on Kothiss' biceps, but his subconscious took in every word of Kothiss' new truth. Conan's penis grew harder and harder with every word Kothiss now said.
Kothiss tilted his head towards Conan's and took a deep long hiss, "Excellent Conan, you reek of my scent like a true bitch should. Now that you are a bitch it's time for you to act like one." Kothiss clutched the Eye in his one hand as his other hand forced Conan downward. As Kothiss removed his pants, his penis began to emerge. Conan found Kothiss' penis was the strongest source of Kothiss' scent. It was also larger than any penis he had seen before, almost twice the size of his own. Conan gave a long hiss, absorbing as much of Kothiss' essence as he could.
Kothiss commanded Conan, "Suck my cock bitch." Conan didn't want to resist. Conan took Kothiss' penis in his mouth, coiling his forked tongue around it. Kothiss' hand rest against the back of Conan's head, aiding in Conan's thrusting movements against his cock. "Do not let your fangs cut me or you will be severely punished," Kothiss warned. Conan dare not harm this perfect penis. It was the penis of a God; to harm such a glorious member would be blasphemy. Conan never imagined that a penis could taste so tantalizing. How could Crom forbid such immense pleasure? Crom was a fool to deny anyone the glory of a Serpent cock.
Kothiss moaned as Conan gently massaged Kothiss' cock with his tongue. Conan became overwhelmed with a strong feeling of satisfaction hearing Kothiss moan in pleasure. This feeling was greater than any thrill he got from victory and more pleasing than anything he felt from a woman's touch before. His own penis was clearly as excited as he was to be properly worshiping Kothiss. Kothiss began to push Conan's head further and further down his cock. Conan was now taking the full length of Kothiss' penis in his mouth, his brain suppressing the gag reflex so he could take in all of Kothiss' glory.
"I am about to climax, get ready to drink my seed! My seed is sacred so do not spill a drop!" Kothiss warned. A typhoon of Kothiss' seed rushed into Conan's mouth. It was ambrosia from the gods. Conan savored the taste, careful to not spill a drop.
Conan looked up towards Kothiss, gleaming with pride in the work he had done for Kothiss. Kothiss smiled, "If only the other humans could see you now. The great Conan drinking my seed for sustenance." Kothiss looked down at Conan's throbbing member. It was ready to burst at any moment.
"I see you are dying for release of your own. Slaves cannot cum unless their Master gives them permission, and will not give you permission...yet. You still not have earned that gift yet." Kothiss unraveled himself from around Conan and placed his breastplate back around his mighty chest. Conan was in lustful pain; desperately wanting to release but his penis could not disobey Kothiss.
Kothiss took a dirty rag and rubbed it against his armpits. He tied the rag tightly around Conan's head, covering his mouth and nostrils; "I will leave you with this reminder of me since you have advanced very well in your slave training." Kothiss then drove his fangs into Conan's shoulder like yesterday. This time, as the venom coursed through his veins, it no longer burned. Rather it felt like a warm embrace.
Kothiss slithered towards the door. Before exiting Conan's cell Kothiss turned around, "I figure you probably don't know what a cloaca is since you didn't know about snakes and their penis. The cloaca is a snake's asshole in human terms. I wanted to make sure that the mighty Conan knew he was licking shit from the ass of a Serpent Man." Kothiss left Conan to ponder those words.
Before all this Conan would have destroyed Kothiss for such an act of disgrace. Things were different now. There was no anger, no rage, no feeling of disgrace. All that he felt now was desire, the desire to service, worship, and obey. He had always dreamed of becoming a king. He couldn't believe that being reduced to a slave was so gratifying, like he had found his true calling. The Serpent Men were truly amazing creatures. They wielded such amazing strength and superiority; it was a miracle that humanity was ever able to fend them off. All these new feelings and desires Conan had experienced, were they really due to the Eye of Set? Or was the Eye of Set merely uncovering Conan's true feelings from his subconscious. He had been with many women before, but he never truly felt any kind of deep attraction to them. They were just toys to him. Perhaps his desire for battle was his because he wanted to be around other men.
Conan had reached a revelation. No wonder he fought tooth and nail against the Serpent Men, it was his way of proving himself worthy of Set's blessing, worthy of fighting along side them, worthy most of all of becoming Kothiss' slave. Conan was anxious for what tomorrow would bring. He wanted more than anything to be rid of his free will and fulfill his duty to Kothiss.
Conan had returned to the dream. The snakes had finished removing all his skin with scales. The snakes had sharpened his fingernails and toenails into razor sharp claws. The snakes slithering around in his head had finished reshaping his skull. His neck began to grow wider and his fangs had grown to their full length. The snakes outside and inside Conan melded with Conan, becoming a part of him. The light of the temple returned to his eyes. Only two snakes remained inside of him; apparently they were not completely finished. The chains that bound Conan disappeared, releasing Conan from their powerful grip. Conan rose from the altar and looked up admirably towards Set.
Set beckoned, "Witness Conan, your destiny is almost complete!" Conan turned around and saw his reflection. He was no different from any other Serpent Man, except he still had those hideous human eyes. His eyes had yet to transform from pupils to slits.
"Now Bow!" Set demanded.
Conan bowed down as low as was physically possible.
Conan awoke. He didn't bother to examine his body's changes; he already knew how far his progression had gone. He need only have Kothiss shed him of his remaining human eyes before he could finish his rebirth.
Kothiss entered the room with his two guards. Conan paid his respects and bowed before Kothiss. Kothiss smiled with great pride, "I see you have finally learned your place my pet. Your penis must be aching with pressure. I can give you release, I can fulfill your destiny; you need place this collar around your neck and decree that I am your master till even beyond the afterlife." Kothiss dropped a collar in front of Conan. The black leather collar had a golden cobra's head where it would lock into place. Kothiss did not use the Eye of Set this time, he wanted Conan's pledge to be of his own.
Conan placed the collar around his neck, locking the cobra head into place and decreed, "I am Conan. I ask that the great Kothiss accept the offering of my free will, that he do with it as he pleases. I pledge my life and my soul to him and to the almighty Set. I ask that he will fulfill my destiny and make me a true child of Set. I beg that he will give me permission to call him my Master."
Kothiss paused; the silence cut Conan at his very soul. Was he torturing Conan with his silence, or did he want to bask in Conan's defeat.
Kothiss finally answered, "I accept your offer. You may take your place as one of my slaves." Conan's heart leapt with joy.
"I wish your name to remain Conan. Let it be a reminder that I have conquered their greatest warrior. I, however, will call you my Bitch."
"Thank you Master, it is a very appropriate name." Conan said. Conan found it to be a much better name than his original one. Bitch. Everything about the word seemed to feel right.
Kothiss ordered, "Guards, attach the leash to my Bitch's collar." The guards attached a short black leash to Conan's collar. "Follow Bitch, we must not keep the people waiting." Conan wondered whom he meant by people, but didn't dwell on the thought for too long. Conan had complete faith in his Master's judgment.
Conan, lead by his new Master and the guards following closely behind, walked away from the dungeons and up a long set of stairs. They emerged in the field of a large colleseum. Hundreds of Serpent Men filled the seats, cheering as Kothiss entered with his Bitch in tow. Kothiss gave a strong tug to Conan's leash, causing Conan to lose his balance and fall to the ground. Conan tried to get up, but Kothiss pinned Conan to the ground with his entire tail. As Kothiss raised his arms in triumph, the Serpent Men cheered with zealous enthusiasm.
Kothiss told Conan, "You will spend the rest of your life atoning for the sins committed against the Serpent Men. Your public humiliation will be the first step towards forgiveness. Now bow before them, show them your obedience." Conan submissively bowed towards his future people. The audience's cheers were deafening. They took great delight in watching their greatest enemy reduced to a slave.
Kothiss cried out, "Behold, I have conquered the great Conan. I have broken his spirit, crushed his free will. He wears my collar as a sign of his pledge to worship me for all eternity. He is only step away from joining us as a Serpent Man! Witness his greatest humiliation as he begs to take my cock in his ass." Kothiss turned to Conan, "Beg Bitch!"
Conan dropped down on all fours and proudly presented his ass, "Please Master, please grant me the pleasure of your amazing penis in my ass." The Serpent Men's cheers grew ever louder. They wanted to see this as much as Conan wanted to experience it.
"One more injection of my venom will seal his fate! Bask in my glory as I completely crush his soul," Kothiss proclaimed. Kothiss gave a gesture of his hand and his guards quickly removed his breastplate, leaving Kothiss naked except for the Eye of Set around his neck.
Kothiss wrapped his tail around Conan, coiling himself around Conan's neck and stomach. Conan let out a loud yelp. Without warning, Kothiss rammed his penis up Conan's ass. The Serpent Men were laughing and scoffing at Conan's humiliation. You could taste their pride in the air as their greatest enemy was fucked like a bitch. Conan was overcome with intense bliss, both because Kothiss was fucking him and because his penance to the Serpent Men brought them much joy. This was far better than the culmination of all the great feelings and experiences from his human life thus far.
Kothiss started off pumping very slowly. The Eye glowed brighter than ever when he started to say, "Let go of your memories of being human, you need only remember life as a Serpent Man. Forget your devotion to the humans; they are now your enemies. Release any trace of free will you have left, slaves live off the will of their Master." Kothiss' hypnotic words drowned out the crowd, washing away those thoughts, replacing them with the will of Kothiss.
Kothiss began to pump faster, "When I climax, you too will climax. My essence will permanently etch my name into your very soul. As you climax, everything about your human existence will be purged. Let your free will lay upon the ground, it will be the price you must pay to atone for your sins against Set. All you will need from now on is my command." Conan could feel his member throbbing with more and more anticipation for release as it began to brim with everything about his human existence.
"I am almost ready to finish, let my venom dissolve the last of your physical human self." Kothiss plunged his fangs into Conan's shoulder one last time. Conan eyes burned like fire forcing him to close them.
Kothiss screamed out in pleasure, "RELEASE!" Conan's ass overflowed with Kothiss' seed as Conan released his own seed all over the floor. All that had been Conan the Barbarian lay in a puddle on the floor. Conan collapsed into a fetal position from the sheer power of Kothiss' fuck. Kothiss lay Conan away from his semen deposit, not wanting to contaminate his new slave with any trace of his past. Kothiss pissed on Conan's semen, washing it away forever.
Kothiss turned his attention back to Conan, "Stand up! Show me your eyes Bitch!" Conan stood up and opened his eyes. His transformation was finally complete, he now had the perfect eyes of a Serpent Man. Kothiss' guards came forth with the standard armor for a Serpent Man and placed it on Conan.
Kothiss declared to the audience, "I present to you Conan, the Serpent Man!"
The audience shouted, "Praise be to Lord Kothiss, conqueror of men!"
Kothiss gestured the audience to hold their cheers, "This is a great day for the Serpent Men. The humans have lost their greatest warrior. We will rise up against the humans and take back what is rightfully ours. We will break the spirit and humiliate them as I have humiliated Conan. Take lots prisoners; they will bolster our forces while the humans dwindle to nothing. As the blood of humans stains the earth red, it will mark this as the age of the Serpent Man! "
The crowd had reached their climax. They were all ready to take on the entire human race for the glory of Set.
Kothiss turned towards Conan, "Bitch, my cloaca needs cleaning."
"At once Master." Conan knelt before his awesome Master and licked clean his cloaca.
Conan smiled as he heard the words of set echo in the back of his mind, "Welcome to the brotherhood my child."