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Leor had gone into the mountain expecting to avoid a war by turning the dwarven king to his side. He had never expected it to go as well as it had.

Even now, the lion watched as his old friend darted here and there, directing his servants and a few trusted warriors in their preparations of the grand hall. Tables had been erected from who knew where - knowing the dwarves, possibly fabricated for this very event - and the different servants and various subjects of King Olof ran as fast as they could to put out the platters, to set the goblets, to get everything ready.

All because of the King wanting to throw a certain ceremony for an old friend.

The lion smiled from behind the curtain, shaking his head as he let his little golden coin sway beneath his fingers. He kept it back, not wanting to attract any accidental attention if it started shining in someone's eyes, but he kept it swaying regardless. Back and forth, back and forth...The metal was the key to the mountain, and the key to the mind of its King.

He whispered Olof's name. Despite the distance, the King stopped his work, and excused himself. From behind the curtain behind the throne, the lion emperor watched as his old friend came closer and closer. A quick glance around to ensure privacy, and then the dwarf slipped beneath the curtain.

Light flicked from the coin to the dwarf's eyes, and for a moment, there was a flicker of blankness. Then obedience reasserted itself, the dwarf bowing as the curtain came down around them again.

"Master."

He would never tire of the title. It was a simple acknowledgement of authority, one that went far beyond his title of emperor. It would last longer, too; the dwarf would never slip free of this bondage, the way that a criminal might slip free of the law if he ran far enough, hard enough. The work of the coin over the mind was absolute. He would never need fear reprisal, nor an attack from the dwarf. As long as he continued to expose the coin to the king, he would continue to slip under his sway.

Satisfied at the King's submission, he put the coin away.

"Preparations are underway?"

"Absolutely. The feast is almost complete, and the summons have gone throughout the kingdom. Only a skeleton force remains on the walls of the fortresses. Illusionists keep it looking stronger than it is."

"And the herbs?"

Olof's idea, and one that Leor had to compliment him on. Beneath the mountain grew vast supplies of the medicinal herb Amastreath, a mushroom that normally served as a sedative among the army surgeons. Taken in small amounts, it produced a soporific effect. Taken larger, it began to reduce the sensitivity of the mind to physical stimulation, and would often render a person conscious but helpless, almost paralyzed out of sheer 'exhaustion' that their brain felt.

"Distributed through all the drinks, Master. Everyone will have at least two goblets that have been spiked."

"Excellent. Excellent."

The dwarf smiled, as if he had been responsible for a great victory. Perhaps he had, but only at the cause of his master.

Leor patted the King's head, and gently lowered him down.

"We have time?"

"All the time in the world, Master."

He smiled as the dwarf's hand reached under his imperial robes, fondling him and drawing him to erection. He nodded, pressing down on the dwarf's head until he felt the soft beard hair rubbing over his crotch.

"Then serve properly, my friend, and do what you are meant to do."

The feast didn't begin for a good four hours, and Leor kept the King busy for that entire time. Mostly under the curtain with him, but occasionally sending out more orders. Guards came in with more of the herbs, sending them - ostensibly - down to the medical corp, but in reality to the kitchens. Mushrooms were mushrooms to the cooks that were pressed into service for the day, and it was spread through drinks and food.

Leor only allowed his old friend to leave when he was sure that there was nothing else that could be done, barely an hour before the feast started, to clean himself up and prepare. For that hour, Leor waited behind the curtain, behind the throne, and watched.

The dwarves filed in with a decorum and discipline that rivaled the best of his armies, and the lion couldn't help but shake his head in admiration. They were all trained to know their place, to know where they belonged. Status and privilege seemed to matter a great deal to them, and each one seemed to know just where he fit in the great cogwheel of life. Not one person was out of place, not one fight erupted over seating arrangements, even with armed guards and armed nobles alike taking their places.

He envied that. Discipline was something that was hit and miss with his various forces, and it left them winning by numbers and strategy more than by skill. If the dwarves were to resist his trick, there would be no returning from his defeat.

Leor settled himself, taking several breaths to relax as he took his coin out again. He let it hang before his face as the caller shouted out the names of the approaching nobility, ignoring the names in favor of his own thoughts.

To think that I'm settling for a victory over their minds rather than over their kingdom. How far have I fallen? How deep has my fear become?

Years ago, he would have tried to fight. Years ago, he would have dashed his armies against the great mountain rather than sinking to trickery like this, rather than putting his old friend Olof into mental slavery out of worries for the future. Years ago, he had been a different man.

He had thought about releasing the King from his mental control, but every time that it came up, pragmatism squashed it. Olof was still ruling well, and no one - to his knowledge - suspected the King of having given in to him. He was effective, and more importantly, loyal. Blindly, perhaps fanatically so, but without the slightest fear of turning into something more...monstrous.

And now, he was about to do the same thing to the rest of the assembled dwarven kingdom.

Am I really going to go through with this?

Watching the coin spin, the lion imagined his worries pouring out of him. He imagined them flowing out of his eyes into the hole in the coin, falling through it and disappearing into oblivion. He tapped the coin, spinning it, and let the image play out in his head again and again until all the doubts in his mind were gone.

It was better this way. An enthralled population was better than one that was rebellious, and no conquering emperor ever left behind a new province without some fear, and at least a few battalions to keep it under control. He needed the mountain at peace, and if it cost the dwarves their freedom of thought...so be it.

"Presenting King Olof, true King of the Mountain, Chosen by the Earth, Guardian of the Mines."

Leor looked up as the King walked out from a side tunnel, the golden glow of his crown following him as he passed in front of the crowd. The soft applause that greeted him was nonetheless measured, as if each family was determined to give him no more and no less than his due. It was...strange. Almost mechanical, in nature.

He watched the King mount the platform, standing before his throne. There was no sign of humbleness, nor arrogance; Olof simply took the applause as his due, and acknowledge it with a few nods of his head.

And then, he spoke.

"Dwarves. A time of tragedy and difficulty is upon us. Before the walls of our mountains stand the armies of Emperor Leor, a man both feared and praised for his prowess on the field of battle. The Lion himself leads his forces, and he stands ready to batter down our gates, should we prove weak. Should any of our forces fail, should any of the walls be breached, his men will chase us down to the ancestral mines themselves.

"We hold the walls...but I cannot say for how long. It may be that they hold until his armies are exhausted and destroyed; it may be for no more than an hour.

"So I did the unthinkable. I accepted his offer for a peace talk."

The entire hall broke out in mutters and whispers at once, the dwarves united in their shock and outrage. Leor was a little bit surprised; he had known that he wasn't popular among these people, but he hadn't thought that it was quite this deep.

Olof raised his hand, and the hall immediately went silent.

"I accepted his offer for a peace talk, and he has guaranteed me the time to settle affairs between our people before any war will begin. In good faith, I have invited him here to speak with you. His message...feels like one that we should all hear."

So that is your plan, Leor thought with a nod of admiration. Gather them all in fear, and then present this as a chance for peace after frightening them. Makes us both look good. You were a clever one, Olof, but you were never a liar before this.

He didn't know how he felt about that.

Regardless, he opened the curtain and stepped forth, smiling through his teeth as he stepped to the front of the platform with the King at his side. He inclined his head - a gesture between equals - rather than insisting on a bow, then turned towards the gathered nobility and soldiers. They stared back with a mix of shocked stares and angry glares, but every set of eyes were fixed entirely on him.

It was precisely what he wanted. He took a deep breath and held out his hands, arms outstretched to the crowd.

"Greetings, soldiers and rulers of the great Mountain. I am honored to be allowed to speak before you, and grateful for the chance that King Olof has given me. It is without any exaggeration that I say that hell would be overflowing by the time war was done, and by more than just one kingdom's dead. If there is a chance to avert it, I seek it now."

"Then go home!"

He turned his attention to the speaker. An elder dwarf, someone that was probably just past battle age but still not quite an elder. Angry, too. The bearded noble stood up on his bench, head and shoulders above his fellows.

"Go home and leave us be. We stood apart of your other wars, and we never defied you before. If we had, you would know the strength of the dwarves. If you refuse to turn back, you fill find that the power of a lion is worth nothing against the power of the earth itself!"

"I cannot."

Leor shook his head, affecting a saddened expression that he didn't truly feel. But it made a suitable mask for his anger at being interrupted.

"I cannot turn back. Too many soldiers have marched too far, and too many people have already died. A settlement must be reached, in some way; I would not have war, but I cannot pull back from the edge without something."

The collection of dwarves did not seem to be taking this well. He could see that most of the families were turning to each other, muttering, but the stares were slowly getting replaced by more glares. Whatever his reasons, it was clear that they would not suffer a non-dwarf to rule them. They would not give him anything that he didn't take.

Letting his expression turn slightly more merry, he reached into his pocket. The warmth of the golden coin was a comfort against his skin, and he let his smile grow.

"But tonight, let me put the worries of the war aside. It is a time to drink, and it is a time to be together. Let me assure you that I come tonight, not for war, not for blood, but for a memory of happiness."

"And he stands backed by my promise."

Olof's interjection grabbed the attention of the attendees, and they slowly nodded, turning to one another, their food and their drink. The dwarf King nodded, and turned back to his throne. Leor followed him, and whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

"You remembered your line well."

"You told me to hold back until it was needed, Master."

"And so you did. How long should I wait before the speech?"

"Half an hour, Master; they should have eaten sufficient amounts of the spores by then."

Within that time, Leor had a front row seat to the breakdown of dwarven discipline, and it was not a pleasant sight.

As more and more of the Amastreath was consumed, the faculties of the dwarves began to diminish. They rapidly lost more and more of their discipline, and their ability to keep each other apart, to hold themselves apart from other families and keep themselves together faded. Mingling began to occur, and people bumped into each other, fell over, fell into each other, and generally grew more and more agitated.

If it wasn't for the sleep-inducing effects of the spores, he would have guessed that there would have been a full-on riot within the feasting hall before the night was done.

Soon, however, the dwarves were still upon the benches. Some sat on the floor, others on the table, but not a one of them moved. Their eyes stared ahead, and occasionally someone twitched an arm or a leg, but movement seemed beyond them. The hall was deathly still, and the silence seemed to add to the pressure coming in from all directions.

The plan had worked, so far.

"Olof."

"Yes, Master?"

"I want you to stand behind the curtain, your clothes removed. When I snap my fingers, you will come to the front of the stage for a proper demonstration. Do you understand, slave?"

"I understand, Master."

"Good."

He waved his hand at the dwarven King, who scurried off, and he stepped forward. The golden coin felt warm in his hand as he looked out over the dwarves, and he took several more deep breaths.

The enslavement of an entire race of people, by one person. I don't imagine that this has happened before...who knows if it ever will again?

As he cleared his throat, he raised the coin up high. Slowly, the dwarves turned to face him. In ones and twos, their eyes moved over to him, locking on the coin, locking on him. Not a one seemed able to look away; finding something that actually meant something to their addled minds, they latched onto it the way that a drowning man would latch onto a piece of driftwood, desperate for something to keep afloat.

He tapped the coin, and it began to sway as he looked over them.

"It is a simple thing, to describe a dwarf. Strong...polished...valuable...and with one single weakness."

He watched them watch him, and slowly pointed towards the coin.

"Much like this. Strong gold...polished gold...valuable gold...but with a great hole in the center of it. Too weak to hold if anything outside is broken. If the band breaks, if the middle shatters, the coin can't hold itself together. You dwarves are the same.

"Like this coin, you have nothing in your center. You have no foundation, nothing to hold these great walls, this great kingdom, if the outside is broken. If your shell is cracked, you have no way to hold yourselves together."

He knew, in their impaired state, it would be hard to argue against him. He pressed his advantage, not daring to let any of them think about whether he was telling the truth.

"Like this coin, you have an empty hole. But that doesn't mean it can't be filled. That doesn't mean that you can't be saved."

Spinning the coin around the string, letting everyone see the hole, Leor slowly used his other hand to summon the king back from behind the curtain. The naked dwarf, hairy from head to toe, walked over to the front of the stage. Olof was slow, but steady, his eyes blank as he was prepared to serve his master.

Leor loved it.

He lowered the King down to his knees before the crowd, enjoying the feeling of his pants being undone and his cock being fished out. He continued his speech.

"All of you are empty inside. All of you feel this; you fill it with discipline, you fill it with the power and passion of your people. But it is not enough. Your life in craftsmanship, in military service, is not enough."

He groaned as the King swallowed the head of his cock and started sucking on it, but bit off the sound before it could grow. He couldn't let the growing trance get disrupted.

"But there is a way to fill it. All you have to do..."

And once more the coin began to sway, and this time, every dwarf head swayed with it, side to side across the room.

"All you have to do...is listen to me."

The words 'listen to me' echoed throughout the room, and despite himself, Leor felt a swell of pleasure rush through him. Not just from the feeling of Olof's sucking lips around his cock, either; the lion felt a need to control others, a need to have this power over his entire empire. No more troublemakers, no more rebellions. Only peace. Only obedience. Only reverence.

The lion's hips twitched lightly as he looked out over the crowd, his eyes lighting up as the various other stares dimmed, focused entirely on the coin, entirely on his words.

"Listen to me...listen to me, and let your thoughts fade away. Listen to me, and let my words fill your minds. Listen to me, and let any thought of worry, any feeling of fear, drift out of your mind. Imagine it dripping out of you, falling to the floor and draining away. There is no need for fear, no need for worry when I am around.

"Listen to the soft sound of my voice. Listen to it, and let it fill your head with the gentle authority it carries. There's no need to worry. No need to try and block me out. You want to listen to me. You want to listen to my voice.

"Yes, that's it. Listen to my voice. Listen to it as it settles into your mind, replacing all those thoughts that slipped away. Listen to my voice as it echoes inside your head, listen to it as it slowly gives you what you need. Listen to it, as it slowly tells you what to do.

"Listen to it, and obey."

He paused, but only because Olof had taken his cock all the way to the base. The dwarf's beard tickled at his balls, and he bit his lip to keep from moaning. Laying one hand on his slave's head, holding him down as his cock slipped deep into the dwarf's throat, Leor continued.

"My voice is all that you need. My voice is your safety. My voice is your comfort. Is it not fine? Is it not a soft, velvety voice that you crave?"

Several heads bobbed up and down through the crowd, then a few more. Then a few more, until the entire room was filled with bobbing heads.

"Yes, my voice is your comfort. My voice keeps away the worry, keeps away the fear. There is no fear as long as you can hear me. No fear as long as you can see me. You need and crave my voice, the sound of it, the words that I say. Nothing else matters, nothing else can possibly matter more than my voice, and what I'm saying.

"You want to do what my voice says. The words are your comfort, and you love them. You love them more than family, more than duty, more than anything else in the world. All that matters is my words, my orders, and you want nothing more than to follow them.

"The comfort of my voice, the need to obey, they are all you feel, and all that you need. You need to obey. You need to listen.

"You need to submit."

Panting softly as he finally pulled Olof's mouth off of his cock, the lion pushed the King slave down to the ground. On all fours, the King looked out to his people, but Leor knew that he was too deep to disrupt anything now. The only thing that he could do was stare and offer himself, stare and give his people an example.

The lion lined up his cock with that hard, hairy ass and slipped inside. He'd had Olof enough times to be able to take him without struggling, and he groaned as he slipped in deep, his shaft opening the dwarf, filling him.

"Submission is all you need...submission, loyalty, obedience...They are the pillars that will save you. They are the foundation that will bear you. They are what will fill the empty space inside of you. Say it with me. Submission."

"Sub...miss...ion..."

"Loyalty."

"Loy...al...ty..."

"Obedience."

"O...be..dience..."

"Again. Say it again."

"Submi...sion...Loyal...ty...Obe...di...ence..."

The words echoed throughout the chamber, each dwarf saying them slightly out of tune with the ones around them. It echoed all over the place, coming through piece by piece, but always recognizably. Leor grinned wider as he pulled his cock out of the King, and slammed in again, hard.

"Yes...listening to me gives you all you need...something to submit to...something to be loyal to...something to obey. Listening to me, the comfort you get from it, the chances it allows you. It is all you need. It is all you need. Submission, Loyalty, Obedience."

Once more, they repeated it with him.

"And the more you submit, the more loyal you are, the more you obey, the better you feel. The foundation in you, the three pillars. They bear you up, lift you high. To submit is to be happy. To be loyal is to be blissful. To obey is to feel pleasure. All of this is true. All of this is true."

"All..."

"Is..."

"True..."

The crowd chanted along with him, half repeating the different pillars, half of them repeating the mantra of 'all is true'. They stared straight at him, past the coin, and for a brief moment, Leor felt like nothing less than a god.

Then he felt King Olof groaning under him, squeezing down on his cock, and the Emperor groaned in pleasure, unable to stop himself as he started bucking forward harder, faster. Deeper, fucking his slave properly.

He slid in and out, his cock plundering that hole in a way that he had never tried before. His need had never been higher, and his lusts had never been hotter. To fuck the King of the dwarves before all of his kindred, before every one of his subjects that mattered, was something that he had never expected to be able to do. The control he had over the entire mountain, over an entire people...it was intoxicating beyond belief.

He growled as he leaned forward, one boot on the King's hip as he hammered forward. He barely had the presence of mind to keep the coin lifted high, and almost didn't have the air in his lungs to keep up the hypnosis.

"Your submission...is all...you need...Submit...to me...and be filled...with bliss..."

"Submit...to you..."

"Submit to...Emperor Leor...and learn your...place!"

"We submit..."

"Submit to me..."

"Submit to..."

"Submit to me!"

"Submit to Emperor Leor."

A mass moan went through the crowd, and he knew that the hypnosis had taken deep root in them. They were losing their will to resist, what little of it the spores had left in them. The pleasure of submission, the bliss of obedience; it was already spreading through them.

He grinned as he pulled out of the King once more, slapping his ass with his cock. There was no resistance, only moaning from the little slave before him.

"Show your bliss...touch each other...encourage each other."

It was his first command, and he was overjoyed to see it followed. Though he could only see the dwarves in the front rows touching each other, he could see the bulges growing in their thick leather pants, could see the need building in them. Men touched each other in ways that they would never have dared done before, never in public and probably never in private. It was like they had been...freed, in a way.

Freed, only to take up the yoke he offered.

The lion couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed the King and shoved him down, rutting him to the sight of thousands of dwarves touching each other, masturbating each other, giving each other pleasure for his benefit. Slowly, the leathers came down, and dozens, then hundreds of cocks were stroked to the time of his thrusts.

In and out, in and out he went, slamming his hips against King Olof's ass. His balls swung forward, clapping off of the dwarf's, and the King did nothing but moan.

And as he did, it spread. The whispered words continued, but they were mixed with moans of pleasure. Moans of bliss. Moans of need. The louder it got, the more that they stared past the coin at him, and the look in their eyes was nothing short of utter reverence for him. They wanted him. They wanted him to rule them, to command them; the need for orders was clear in their eyes, glimmering like gold waiting to be plundered.

It was too much for Leor, and he finally plunged deep into that dwarven ass, filling it up to the hilt as he roared in pleasure. His cock twitched, spasming with pleasure as he emptied his balls into that deep hole, filling it up to the brim with his seed. It was only when he felt the King spasming under him, heard the small splut splut sounds of seed hitting the floor, that he knew that Olof had gone over the edge as well. Hands free, he had hit his climax.

He is completely mine, Leor thought. No pride left, no need to hold back. He is broken; he is mine.

The lion stood, glancing around the room. Despite his lewd show, no dwarf complained, nor looked dour. They simply stared, unable to take their eyes off of him. Reverence, true reverence showed on their faces as they watched him walk to the front of the stage, and no hand slowed on the cock it held.

The Emperor's grin only grew, as he realized just what he had on his hands.

"Listen, slaves, and obey..."

The army came sweeping over the walls the next day. With the obedience of the majority of the dwarven army within the mountain, and nothing but a skeleton crew atop the walls, the few defenders were soon defeated with minimal casualties on the part of the Emperor. When their own King turned against them, many of them surrendered at the start, unable to take the feeling of betrayal.

Re-education began shortly afterwards, and the dwarves that were captured were soon convinced of the rightness of their fellows' cause. They came to the conclusion that surrender must happen, and that they must support Emperor Leor.

For, as they quickly learned, the Emperor was their god.

The lion walked with a smile through the stone halls of the mountain kingdom, enjoying the exalting glances that he got from his new subjects. His bodyguards, formerly taken from all the different lands he had conquered, had been replaced by a quintet of well-trained, obedient dwarf warriors, each one with his mind utterly brainwashed. Their only need was to serve him, their only purpose to keep him safe. Betrayal could not, and would never be an option.

Leor walked down the halls to the throne room, where Olof waited for him. No longer dressed in the royal robes of days gone by, the Slave King stood in the leather clothes of a workman, cut tight to his smaller body. His chest was left exposed, and Leor had ordered a zipper installed in the back, to allow him access whenever he wanted. The dwarf had submitted happily, with no regrets, and no backtalk.

It was better than anything that the Emperor could have imagined.

As he sat upon the throne, the Slave King stood at his side. Leor gestured him closer, and smiled.

"You have done well, my old friend."

"I have done what you asked, Master. You are the one that gave us all purpose. You are the one that rescued us from the Emptiness."

Leor felt the slightest twinge of regret there, but it was swallowed up in pleasure and pride too quickly to bother him. So what if the history of the dwarves had been re-written in the hour of hypnosis? So what if they believed they had always been empty, that they had been simply looking for a leader? If it meant that they would stay obedient, that they would worship him as he increasingly believed he deserved, then he would change a hundred memories, a thousand cultures, to believe that he was their god and that they had only been waiting for him.

Already, the thought of the rebellious south and plans of breaking them were being worked out. They would be more difficult, as the rebel cells were hardly organized and seemed to have no command, but should he get his hands on even one...

But that would be another time. For now, he had peace. He had time. And he had a whole new kingdom of slaves to enjoy. Another gesture brought the Slave King to his lap, and he slowly undid the back of the dwarf's pants, the small flap opening to expose the hole beneath.

Olof slipped down, and the entirety of dwarven nobility - slave nobility, now - watched as their King began to ride their God. Leor smiled as wide as he could.

"I will hear your oaths of obedience now...."

The End