Ulaya waved her hand, whatever magic she was using floating right through you. For a moment you feel a sense of relief, did the attack fail? But then.. something oozing, slithering behind you.\n\nYour own shadow started winding, twisting, bubbling. A slick, thick darkness oozing out of the puddle that once was just your shade, covering your feet. You try to step away from it, but.. as would your shadow, the ooze follows you!\n\nYou try to jump up and away next, dreading this dark ooze, but you cant, the thick, wet sludge holding you in place as it slowly creeps up, Ulaya giving you a victorious, triumphant smirk. "Don't fight it little one, that'll only make it more.. unpleasant."\n\nYou try to reach down, tugging on your leg, but by now it seems firmly stuck with the onyx colored tentacled ooze creeping up to your knee by now. Trying to stop the advances with your hand only causes the same to also be engulfed in twisting sludge. You try to shake your hand, to shake off the dark goo, but all you achieve is letting it spread quicker, slithering up your arm as well not, driven by a sinistre intelligence.\n\nYour feelings of panic are derailed as the ooze comes up to your thighs, creeping inwards, towards your sex, so cool, yet oddly pleasant as it.. "Giaaah!" You bend back, gasping, feeling thick, powerful sludge thrust deep within your pussy, filling your insides, and before you can protest much, push and pump into your backdoor as well. You are starting to feel as if your entire being was filled up with twisted, dark sludge, more and more flooding into you.\n\nThe black ooze keeps rising higher and higher, all the while violating, stimulating you with its odd, rubbery, slimy surface, in a desperate effort you reach out trying to pull the ooze away once more, even if you know it is futile, you have to do something you can't just.. just give up! What will happen when that stuff reaches your face? Will you die?\n\nThe ooze covers your hands, and pushes up to your breasts, caressing, gently, almost like a lover as it plays around, and engulfs your nipples, tugging on them, all the while pounding deep into your sex mercilessly, filling you up with black sludge, your belly beginning to swell outwards as if in early pregnancy by now. It feels as if its the ooze moving, not you, thick, dark sludge almost up to your neck by now.. what will happen if it goes further? Will it smother you now? \n\nYour question is soon answered as the sludge oozes up, covering your face, you can feel it pushing into your mouth, your nose.. it stinks of corruption and vileness, yet somehow the smell is.. relaxing. Finally, the ooze pushes into your ear, you can feel it flowing in .. Flowing into your head!\n\nYou have to .. ugh.. the dark ooze.. its all around, all inside you. You can't open your eyes anymore but you can smell, taste .. Controller is near. You smell her superior, dominant scent. You kneel down, showing your sucessful conversion by extending your tongue, controller lifting her dress, knowing whats to come. You extend your slightly ooze dripping tongue to lick controllers pussy. You are a good oozeslave. You are covered in ooze. Filled with ooze. You are ooze. Ooze serves mistress.\n\n//And with that Zilinas story ended, converted into a Rank E Oozesoldier, overcome by Ulaya at last, who managed to barely redeem herself through this act, though some questionined if the young Zilina couldn't have grown to greater potential. Still, Ulaya found quite the enjoyment in controlling and humiliating the heroine that almost got her demoted, using her as her own personal pleasure tool, an act which the oozeslave very much welcomed of course.\n\nRasha nods at you "I hope you understood this cautionary tale, or perhaps I need to retell [[Zilinas Tale]]"\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 0>>

Well, your most extensive battle experience is beating up a boy who was picking on Mariel, about 4 years back. Something tells you this will be different.\n\nYou somewhat recklessly charge at the slavesoldier, swinging your sword in a wide, dramatic arc, wich is quickly deflected, the staff twirls around, but before it can push you to the ground you scuttle away from it, raising your sword once more, feeling a weird tingling, you look down, and only then the pain of the -much- faster woman..soldier creatures act registred in your concious mind..\n\nYou felt two big, black, studded piercings clipping around your nipples, your dress half torn in an instant. These soldiers moved unnaturally fast. Tala made fighting these.. these creatures look so aaah.. easy.. //when it felt so good..// err.. when it was so hard. Before you can comment more a soft, gentle, strangely cold hand caresses along your sex, and you moan out loudly, your weapon dropping, you .. you can't win, you don't want to win, you don't want to fight on, you dimly registre the throned womans words:..\n\n"Well, you showed some spirit, for your dedication I'll honor you with serving the queen as soldier slave. An existance more meaningful then you perhaps deserve but I'm in a good mood" from the twisted wom.. //slave mistress Ulaya// .. a dark voice whispered, where.. did that come from, you wonder. Distracted by Ulayas words you barely registre your opponents move.. A hot tensing warmth from your body caused you to moan and you would have fallen to your knees in helpless lust if the //fellow soldierslave// hadn't caught you, again the pleasure hits you first, the pain some after, even later this time, as you look down, your very sex pierced, you quiver in helpless lust, denied your climax with the strange, dark tendrils of the womans control slithering through your mind.\n\nThough a part of you screams at you, tries to force you to move, in your lust you are unable to, and step by step you are penetrated with painful, lustful needles. The strange thing is, the pain comes later and later, until it is missing all together, and you only feel the pleasure of more and more piercings entering you. With but one gesture you show them your tongue, letting it be penetrated to only speak of your Queens glory from now on, part of you might have tried to gasp, to struggle, to do anything but.. //there is just no point for this slavesoldier to struggle against its destiny// you.. the slave soldier realizes, it was destined to be workslavemeat, it should be honored to rank by one higher, shouldn't it? //but I don't want to be a slave// a dark voice whispered, slavesoldier of the Queen tried to push it away as she had before, and finally felt itself grew more sucessful. She had fough the voices influence off, finally. Her existance was bliss. Literally, there was no pain, only pleasure, obediance, and for as long as she served the queen, there'd not be such a thing as pain ever again. \n\nShe had to spent quite a while training her weak body to be appropriate for her Queens soldiers standards, and she was talented, she managed to catch up, only [[A few days later]]

But you couldn't help but watch the other two slaves strip as well now.\nYou find yourself moaning slightly under their touches, they are so.. nice and gentle it is hard to truly resist them, as you are pulled into the slightly colored bathing water yourself, the slavegirls moving to undo your clothing. Slow, gentle, letting you resist one of them, only to have another gently resume removing your outfit..\n\n"This is.. wow.. ah.. wait" your voice coos, despite you wanting to fight the situation, you find yourself slightly opening your legs in response to the stimulation. "Permanently charmed hmnn.. don't you.. miss your ability to make decisions and all that?" You manage to ask, looking at the enslaved villagers, .. you think you recognize one of them, but they seem so different, not in appearance, but in how they act..\n\nYou look closer, trying to figure out just who they may be, perhaps, if you can remind them of their past, just perhaps you have a chance of reaching out to them. While they begin caressing over your soft, pink skin, your cute breasts displaying prominently your aroused nipples. How come this display was turning you on so much, you weren't that into women.. were you? Your short pubic hair slightly wettened.. by only the steam, you hope, as you glance over the ordinary yet luxurious seeming bodies of the villagers.\nThey just smile their distant smiles as you let yourself be tugged into the pool slowly. "Whats going on, I thought I saw a strange.. vision.." you ask again, remebering what happened before.\n"Don't worry, this treatment is harmless... thought it's tailored a bit to each individual. Visions? What visions you must be imagining things. \nThey guide you to a stone chair, carved into the pool, curved to hold someone up, with their head above water, their body below, comfortable, relaxed, and exposed to any potential molestations.\n"Why would we be unhappy with how things are though? Life is simpler, more pleasureable now." One explains, the others nod. \nThey guide you onto the seat to lay you down, each one with a soapy wash cloth. Rubbing your skin gently, soothingly. "Relax and let us care for you, open yourself to us."\nYou get another ..sensation, not a vision this time, but.. similiar. You can feel an urge to relax, let your guard down. The slaves seem happy, and you're sooo weary. You should just relax and enjoy yourself, open yourself up. There's one of them who seems all alone, waiting by your feet. Instinctively you know that she wants to wash the inside of your legs, while you.. want to let her care for you.\n\nDespite the forceful determination of the slavegirls you cant help but take place in the chair, finding yourself relaxing "hmnn.." You purr involuntarily at the gentle soaping, letting yourself lay back and.. calm down.\n"Hmnnnn.. oooook.. relax.. alright.." You repeat, closing your eyes a little.. you are not so quick to let your guard down but this is just so very relaxing.. you peek down at the lone slavegirl, spreading your legs a little, unconciously inviting her in. "Hmnn.. I think I judged this place wrong, is pretty relaxing.. so nice.." you mumble, sounding a little sleepy.\n\n"Yes, you need to relax so you can meet the mistress properly. You're very tense." They tell you, still smiling that strange smile as they rub, clean and massage you. Giving you a soapy bubble bath. You can smell sweet flowers and.. something else.. in the steam. The workerslaves happily wash-massaging you, though also teasing you with naughty molestations whenever you allow for them to touch you, especially the one that slides between your legs, working her way up quickly teasing your flower with her fingers and that soapy smooth cloth.\n"This is a very nice place to live. Thank you, we're glad that you enjoy our service." They respond, and.. //you feel yourself envying them. so relaxed, so beautiful, so care free. It would be so wonderful to greet the next guest, tease and molest her too, helping her relax, helping her convert//\n\n"Relax? Properly.. humnn well if you say so.. not every day you get cleaned by a bunch of happy.. albeit .. a bit.. ohhmnn!"\nYou quiver under the constantly smiling villagers temptations.. perhaps they really were happy? You just couldn't help but moan under their touches. "Haah.. wh.. oooh!" Squirming slightly at the smooth, teasing touches you slur your words slightly: "Oooh ooh is this really necessary?" You gasp "Hahmnn.. do you really enjoy your mind bound servitude, hows that.. possibaaah...?" You spread your legs a little more.. why are you envying these.. enchanted slaves.. hmm it is pretty relaxing though, and they are beautiful.. wait.. convert? ... you can't let them.. convert you, can you? \n\n"Yes. relax." They say in such a soothing unison, their touch even more soothing than their words, with the massage continuing on. Well, actually it slowly escalates into more, rather sensual groping, their fingers gently playing over your form. They certainly don't mean to hurt you. Their soft, smooth agile fingers and the even smoother soapy washcloths, all working together, soothing out your body.. and your mind. "Yes we are all enslaved. This is necessary." They affirm "It's what you need. Yes we do enjoy ourselfs. It's a pleasant existence." The one between your legs teases you a little more, aiming for your lovebutton, and you hear a soft splash from her, Then feel something else teasing you. It's smooth and... she's licking you under water teasing you with her tongue! Woah! So warm, and wet and smooooth and slippery..\n \n"Hmnn so relaxing" you smile, your mind relaxing a little further, with you cooing softly, asking: "What I need?" you keep moaning under the smooth, relaxing touches, spreading your legs a little more, peeking down to the one licking at you under the water, and because you are so comfy and relaxed, you moan slightly once more, your arousal rising, your wetness mixing into the water, your short pubic hair slightly waving under the water and the villagers tongue "Err. It feels very enjoyable yes.. you are nice. Sooo niiiice.." you say, not too eloquently but you feel kind of dozy right now!\n\n"Yes just let us take care of you" you feel yourself being gently lifted, your breasts just breaking through the water, the villager-slaves washing you, your back, your neck and shoulders, your bottom, so gently so comforting. "Yes you were tense so you needed to relax and enjoy yourself. so we helpl you do just that. When you're comfortable you will meet a master or mistress." The one between your legs seems unhurried, can hold her breath for a bit too, apparently, still lick-kissing you where it feels all so nice. "We're all happy that you like our services" They coo.\n\n"Hmnn .. I like being taken care off" You mumble all relaxedly, rocking your hips slightly, on instinct. You blush at the naughty display you must be giving them right now. "Hmnn.. haaah.. can't stay for too long though, ooh as nice as this is..." You murr, leaning back".. This is so warm and fuzzy "Err.. wait.. what did you mean.. mistress.. to .. take care of me?" You inquire, only slightly worried for some reason, extending an arm to caress a villager slaves cheek, the one that you try to caress doesn't move, so you can do so even if you feeling all sluggish. She is so pretty. "Hmnn if you keep caressing me like this I'm gonna..." You coo, biting your lips slightly, informing the girls, of your impending climax, unashamed.. feeling so calm right now.\n\n"Aww you do like to be taken care of? Do you also like... taking care of others?" The bathing slaves smile their distant smile "You seem to be doing well, relaxed and ready, though perhaps not quite fully so yet. So you're going to do what?" They ask, teasingly, knowing fully well of your arousal. Then, all of a sudden you hear a deeper voice, with a slight, serpentine hissing to it.. Nerva! Though the voice is also.. soft and comforting, but definately a command. //Cum// and your body suddenly desperately needs to. If you peek up you see Nerva, standing above you all, in the corridor, licking her dark lips sensually, her eyes almost burning into you.\nYou suddenly so want to be hers, to be like the villager-slaves. One of them, slave material, ready to heed her command.\n \n"H.. haaah.. aaaaaah oooh!" You moan at the sudden command, so gentle and soothing, sneaking itself into your mind, your body twitching, pulsating, rocking and splashing around in the water, you can only pant emberassed at the snake woman watching you, as you climax and at the same time are put on display in the bath. "Oh yeess.. aaaah.. yes!" You pant, trying to catch your breath, as you stare mesmerized at Nerva. Why do you want to be like the other workslaves? But.. they are slaves to the whim of the Dark Queen.. and why does this turn you on? Being watched. Being a slave..\nYour naughy nectar flows with the warm water, your body slowly coming down from its commanded climax. Nerva smiles at both your emberassment and you giving in to your lust. The bathing slaves meanwhile are still massage-rubbing you, not naughty teasing, more to keep you comfortable and relaxed, you just came after all so why not rest and listen. Nerva was nice to you before, so she can't be all bad right? Look at how happy the other slaves are.. other? Well, they might be enslaved, and mind controlled and all that, but so happy... with no worries. "You like my bathing pets I see. So what brings you here, into this building? A chance to see me again?" She smirked confidently.\n\n"You want to join them don't you?" She adds, not waiting for an answer. You do. you really do! To serve this mistress it'd be wonderful just look at how happy everyone else is..\n"I.. I guess i could.. haaah.. do that.." You softly moaned in the afterglow of your climax, but quickly refocused on the black lipped, scaled beauty, relaxing, not too worried about being all nude and exposed before the snakehuntress anymore. "Hmnn... Well, to be honest I .. kind of disliked your methods when I first came here but .. they seem so .. happy and obediant, with no worries.. err.. I think I..uh.." you mumble, hesitating, blushing, looking at the villagers.. the F-ranked workslaves. "I.. could join them? I.. think I would like that.. err.. I mean not.. sure.. they seem so.. empty and.. mind controlled.. and.. happy..hmnnnn you could mold my mind like that too?" You wonder, blushing, suddenly realizing just how naughtily presented you are, biting your lips, not really.. struggling though, you're too relaxed for that. ".. err.. mistress Nerva." You add, cause it felt right.. right?\n\n"Yes they are happy, without any real worries." Nerva responded. "After all I know they care for me and do their best.. and they're very good at what they do." She added, smiling at you: "Oh you would like to become mine like them? Hmm I DO happen to have a spare collar." Cooing as if this was a coincidence she reaches into a small pouch on her hip and pulls out a golden collar. "Oh yes I could convert you to be just like them. It takes a bit of time and work to do properly, but I'd be happy to, I think the end result would be amazing." You simply stay silent, blushing, watching her.\n"You are so cute, wanting to be mine. Yes I think You might become my favorite yet, serving alongside the others as a good little bathing slave." She smirked, handing her collar to the slave next to you, who takes it and slowly slips the golden design around your neck. You could resist if you wanted to .. but do you? You're so comfortable and it would be so pleasureable to [[just give yourself to her.]]

You decide to question further.:\n\n[[What are you doing to this town?]]\n[[What is your goal?]] \n[[What did you want from me?]]

\nIt really seems you have little choice. To get any real answer you have to allow your newfound pet to contact her superior. "Alright, go ahead, call this.. Arch Corruptrix."\n\n"Yes mistress." Ulaya nodded eagerly, folding her hands into a complicated weave. \n\n//Mistress Bathory, this is u.. uhh...// Suddenly, Ulaya tensed up, her eyes growing even dimmer, then, tilting her head weirdly, she turned towards you, a strange smile plastered on her lips.\n\n"Fascinating, you overwhelmed Ulaya. Not that it is impossible for one of you humans to overcome one of the Queens Servants, even of her rank, but an innocent looking girl like you?" The voice was sultry, gentle even, as Ulaya licked her lips, with a strange hunger.\n\n"As sign of my gratitude, I shall grant you one question, as you seem to be the oh so curious kind. Think about it wisely."\n\n[[Who exactly are you?]]\n[[What is this about slave ranks?]]\n[[How do I stop you?]]\n[[Why can't you just leave us alone?]]

You don't know why but you just know something is going horribly wrong in this Village. You have to get out.\n\nYou quickly pack a few things, you want to say goodbye to your mother and father but.. part of you can't accept you are going to leave, you are.. just taking a day or two outside the village to clear your head, right? You aren't running from home and anyone, everyone you know and love!\n\nStill before you can think this through further a feeling of dread overcomes you, and you decide you have to leave, NOW!\n\nAnd that you did. It was not like your village was big, or too heavily guarded, though there was a pale slavegirl at the entrance now. While the sight of her erotically displayed body was both arousing and disturbing, she did at least not try to stop you. \n\nBut where to go now? The green bushes along the simple, from a rainfall during the night slightly muddied street would not make for a comfortable resting place, and could you really trust the farms around this place to be free of corrupted influence?\n\nHowever, making your way through nature would be equally dangerous you realize, thinking back to the snake woman, what if the natural animals around where equally.. changed by this evil queens influence?\n\nSuddenly you remember it, the old, abandoned house atop the nearby hill. You've never been there before, you where told it was haunted, and.. well, as a young girl you actually believed these stories, but right now..\n[[You caught your breath of air, you head back.|You wake up.]]\n[[What ghoststory could be worse then this? You need a hiding place]]

Their breasts on display these women remind you of well.. slaves, not that you have seen any in person. they have short, leathery dark skirts, twisted collars, and empty eyes. Their b to c cup breasts are all open and on display for everyone to see, and their hair is strangely bleached whiteish, fitting to their pale skin, though on one of them you think you can see a few strands of darker hair still peeking out. They are currently occupied with their work.\n\n[[Back|"I guess we better take a look?"]]

You rush to get out... and slip again, your shoes are just too muddied, making you faceplant once more... why does the mud smell so enticing, shouldn't it be disgusting? Your skin tingles weirdly, you look at your hand, feeling a bit.. pudgier, and as you look at it closer it seems..\n\nYour fingers have combined, to become more like an animalistic paw! This, this mud, it smells so nice, no.. no it is doing something, you have to stop it! It's changing you!\n[[You have to get rid of this mud NOW!|No, first get rid of the mud!]]

[[Back|Check the noises downstairs]]\n\nRandolf, your father is best described as hard working and down to earth. He is, to be honest, a bit simple minded, letting his wife handle all complicated business affairs, but he is honest, dedicated, and a hard worker. \nThough you don't see him right now you can easily remember his short, brownblack hair, his mustache(one of the few things he does not let his wife have a say over), and his rather muscular 6'1 frame.

You have to find out more, see into the crystal once again. Learn to obe.. no no, find out what these invaders of your lovely village are up to!\n\nYou step into the large, dark tent, inside of wich is a small row of cushioned benches, a shrine like altair, right now the dark glowing crystal is being placed right atop of it, slowly rotating atop of it, casting its.. not light into the tent. There are other details but the crystal distracts you too much to focus on them. About one third, perhaps more of the entire village is streaming into the tent with you, all women. Good, you think, with that many around you wont get noticed that quickly. The Pale slavegirls also step inside, as you are one of the last to enter one positions herself right behind you, closing the tentflap. The beautiful, domineering woman speaking up.\n\n"My name is Ulaya, glad to see you are all so eager." She says, opening a chest, containing dark, small objects. you want to take a look, but are distracted by a rustling behind you.. the slavegirls are starting to disrobe, removing their skirts, you turn, wide eyed in suprise, fascinated, seeing something large uh. stuck in the sex of the woman right behind you. She smiles at you as you turn, slowly, with a deep moan, pulling the object out of herself, revealing it to be a large, rubbery looking dildo, with strange portrusions, making you wonder how she could walk with this massively sized thing within her. She smiles, reaching closer to you, pulling on your clothing!\n\nYou want to resist, but.. the pull is rather soothing.. not hers.. no.. your eyes wander around the room, searching, coming to rest on the beautifully pulsating dark crystal. Yes.. that.. that crystal is so very soothing, you feel your hands wander to assist in undressing you while you look at the crystal, now, standing nude, reaching to undress the woman infront of you too, she is unmoving, as if in a trance, the slavegirl behind you commenting, with a monotonous but strangely compelling timbre to her voice:\n\n"Spread your legs. Obey slave" You shake your head slightly at this..\n[[You have to fight this!]]\n[[Try and escape?]]\n[[Spread your legs, Obey]]

"Brrrr" you quivered, hesitating.."what was I doing again... " seriously this place was getting to you, perhaps you should just take a break, it must already be noon outside, perhaps beyond, while you are exploring some ruined building to hide from.. what exactly? Your memory is all foggy right now.\n\nYes... Rest sounds nice... The thought briefly echos through your head absently before you resume exploring the old mansion. Gingerly feeling with your feet, hands outstretched, you cross the next room until you reach the other end, reaching the bedroom without further difficulty. Wait, where you going to the bedroom? //yes// Despited the upper floors windows being closed by heavy curtains, some boarded up and some just dusty, the outside sun was providing enough illumination to make out most details of the room, there.. Seeing the bed, waves of exhaustion suddenly start to spill through Zilinas mind..\n\nYou blink for a moment. You weren't that tired but perhaps.. uugh you do feel a sudden exhaustion. You move to the bed, de-dusting it properly, fluffing it up a little to at least make it moderatly comfy.. you are so tired. You can barely stand.\nYou found yourself yawning, stretching, eyeing the bed, all this exploring must have really tired you out, plus,\nmuch to your surprise, the bed looks endearingly comfortable and doesn't smell old or musky. Another wave of coldness permeates you, compelling you to get under the covers. Seek refugee in the sheets warmth. //Tired... Sleepy...//\nYou hesitated, mumbling. "This almost feels like someone.. something is.. ugh whatever.. really tired.." you shrugged, mumbled, pulling the blanket tightly around yourself, soft and rewarding. Why did everything have to turn out like. This you were cold, alone.. frightened. As you snuggle into the bed, it's not long before sleep takes hold of you. Another shiver goes through you as you lie there, drawing the blankets closer still. Exhausted and tired beyond words, it's not long until everything fades to black.\n\n//Later//\n\nThere is a sense of awareness coming back to you. It's faint, but it's there. You start to feel a caresses along your face, over your cheek, cold to the touch but soft and gentle.\nYou blink, startled a bit, half awake, those caresses shouldnt be there, though.. they felt pretty nice. You found yourself looking up, asking "Whaaa?" as an expression of your own confusion.\n\nA sudden wave of coldness hits your head, numbing your brain for a moment stopping your thoughts dead in their track, making you stare off into the distant corner of the room.//Must be a dream... //The thought chimes in your empty head with ease. //I'm alone..//And sure enough, you could see no one, clearly, despite seeing little in the moonlight, you had to be alone in this strange house. However, not once did the caressing stop, as unseen fingers wandered up along your chin, along your jawline, before resting on your earlobe, massage-rubbing it.\n\n"Whamnnnnn?" You mumbled.. a dream? well it seemed like it.. you looked around, remembering the ghost stories. "Huuh.. what... dreaming?" shivering slightly under the oh so overwhelmingly cold but.. somewhat nice touches, slowly tilting your head a bit to the touch on yopur earlobe.\n\n//Just a dream... Just a nice dream...// The cold in your head passes and you lie there, still dazed. Unseen fingers begin to brush along your lips. The touches along your ear begin to trail down along your neck as you lay there.\n\n"A nice dream..?" You found yourself repeating, blinking a little, unsure, smiling a bit dazedly, feeling the fingers caress, looking at.. well nothing at all, just staring at the ceiling.."such a strange dream though.. " You were getting goosebums along your body..\n\n//A strange dream...// You think. //But a nice dream...// The touches begin to trace down further and further still, further away from you head, before resting on your breasts. Suddenly another thought jumps into your head. //I'm not dressed for bed... I need to be dressed for bed...// With that the touches begin to move away briefly, flitting to your hands, tugging them together. //Need to dress for bed..//\n\n"Hmn.. nice" you find yourself repeating, smiling a bit dazedly, slowly shaking your head.. "Haah.. it feels.. as if.. someone.. is .. putting thoughts into my head?" You realize as you struggle slowly, dreamily, but before you can get anywhere you say: "Dressed for bed.. how do I dress for bed?" You find yourself pondering instead, noticing you hadn't really changed before falling into those comfy sheets.. you had just felt so tired, now, you were watching your folded hands mesmerized\n\n//Just a nice, strange dream...// Your hands come closer and, as if being guided, begin to undo your shirts knots. //Need to dress for bed...// As you watch, they begin to pull open your shirt, revealing your cute black bra. They then proceed down to your waist, resting on your belt. //Dress for bed... By removing these...//\n".. What dream..." you wonder, watching your own hands undress yourself, repeating tiredly: "Dress for bed. hmnn".. after the thoughts in your head, leaning to open up and pull away your belt by your own volition. "Gotta remove these.. cant sleep properly, too uncomfortable." You rationalize the strange thoughts..\n\n//Yes... Uncomfortable...//The belt comes off, and the hands seem to rest for a moment as the cold touches flit to your feet. They seem to lazily drift up and down, showing off your shoes. //Can't wear shoes to bed...// Without much thought, you kicks them off, leaving your high black socks on. Your hands begin to move again, your thumbs going under your dress at the waist. //Need to take skirt off...//\n"brr.. cold.." you quiver, which [[makes you hesitate]]

Even if you have to make the way twice, you realize, you want.. need something to defend yourself with. Even if you doubt that you could truly fight those unyielding soldier-slave creatures..\n<<set $explorationend =1>>\nYou head home, sneaking into your own kitchen to.. apropriate one of the larger kitchen knifes.. your mother has enough, and unlike the few weapons your dad smithes, your mother wont immediatly notice the loss, plus, you doubt you could handle a large sword properly anyway. You adjust the knife into a deep, sturdy pocket which your practical mother wisely added to your dress, sighing inwardly at the sewing work the sharp blade might end up causing for you later.\n<<silently>>\n<<set $attack = $attack +1>>\n<<set $exploration = $exploration +1>>\n<<endsilently>>\n<<if $exploration gte 2>>\n[[Meanwhile, elsewhere]]\n<<endif>>\n<<if $explorationend is 1>>\nYou still have some time left, you decide to..\n[[Your mother wanted you to shop, might as well...]] \n[[Perhaps you can talk to Mari-el?]] \n[[You could investigate for hints around town]]\n[[You could investigate for hints around the countryside]]\n<<endif>>\n\n

You decide to not get closer involved, heading home, this is all very strange. Is this really the doing of this Dark Queen you heard about? The woman said to be a sorceress so dangerous she started a war against the forces of the Creator himself? It all sounded like distant rumours and horror stories, you never expected to be so real, so well, close and literally in front of you.\n\nAs you arrive home your mother isn't to be seen..was she at the marketplace? A part of you panics, you seek out your father quickly, finding him looking out of the soot cladden window of the forgery, his expression doing nothing to ease your concern.\n\n"Ah!" He smiles, seeming relieved seeing you "Zilina, I was worried, theres a rumour going around the town" you hesitate asking about your mother, you've rarely seen your father so concerned. "Either way, I'd like you to go to your room and stay in, please, don't argue, just do it" "Uh.. a.. alright father yes" you nod, so those where really servants of the Dark Queen at the marketplace? It would explain your fathers concerns..\n\nYou move to your room, sadly, your window just goes to your backyard, nothing interesting to see there, and without Mariel it ends up being a rather dull afternoon of pondering over what just happened today. In the evening you hear noises from downstairs, propaply from your mother returning.. seems everything went allright then. You know father told you to stay at home but you can't really sit still right now, not with what might be going on in this village.Its getting a bit dark already, so perhaps you could..\n[[Check the noises downstairs]]\n[[Sneak out to the marketplace]]\n[[Sneak out to check on Mariel]]

"Hmnn" you lean back a bit on the simple farmstool. "I see. pfeww.. let me relax a little and take it slow yes?"\n"Oh, we're happy for the company, truly. You said you were thirsty, dear? Drink up that milk, now." She puts her hand on the mug and gently but insistently lifts it to your lips.\n\n"Uhmnn.." you have another sip to not seem rude, or even hostile. "Well if you insist but I want to .. enjoy the drink and, I cant pay too much for it, errr"nodsmiling, trying to buy a little time to understand the situation, but even as you try to focus...\nMmm, the milk tastes so warm and good... your mind gets even more lazy and relaxed, it's hard to remember why you're not drinking it all right now. It taste nice and warm. "Oh, don't worry about that, sweetie. We've got another mug right here, and Lottie can get even more if you're still thirsty after that, free of charge! There's no shortage of milk in this house."\n\n"Haah.." you relax, strangely enjoying the smell of the milk "You're quite nice." Your eyes wander to the second mug\n"oh err.. why not, have her get another mug, if you have that much" perhaps a chance to focus then, without both of those big boobed women staring at you.\n"But you haven't even finished your first, dear! Come now, drink, drink." She lifts the mug up to your mouth again.\n"Bu.. hmnn" You drink more of it as the woman insists, and after all it tastes so.. relaxing?\nAs gulp after gulp of sweet, warm milk flows down your throat, it gets harder and harder to concentrate ... better to just relax, and listen, isn't it? And that milk is so delicious... it makes your body all tingly, even your breasts, as they start to grow bigger in your clothes.\n\nYou find yourself absent mindedly sipping on the mug pressed to your lips, smiling softly, blushing as you feel even more tingly all over, squirming slightly at the pressure of your C cup breasts in a b cup dress.. no more then C now.. ohmnn? Your boobies are so nice and big now.\nThey feel so nice... the nice farm lady takes away the empty mug, your D-cup breasts leaking a little from their fat nipples. "There, wasn't that delicious? Time for your second mug, sweetie." She holds it out to you, smiling.\n\n"Ooohmnn?" you take it, smiling a bit dopey eyed, while fidgeting, opening your dress, - so tight!- your breasts popping free, you hear yourself saying "Oh.. uhm. hope you don't mind this.. so tight the dress.." you smile gently, dopely.\n\n"Not at all, dearie. They're lovely, I must say, so big and heavy, quite beautiful. Drink up now, drink up!" She massages your shoulders, cooing, causing you to wonder "They are? they seem.."\nUrgh so hard to concentrate.. much better relax and enjoy the massage now, you can worry later, you smile a wide smile, slumping onto the simple seat, leaning back into the massage contently, starting to gulp down large amounts of that amazing milk [[from the second mug.]]\n

Luckily the little guardhouse/baracks isn't far away, a shout over is all it needs to get Guardcaptain Tala's attention. She'll be happy to be rid of her paperwork, though perhaps not for this strange case. With a short wave you indicate for her to come over as she pokes her head out of the opened officewindow and, as she sees the reason for your calling she rushes out and over swiftly.\n\nAs the Guard captain approaches the furiously Masturbating man, Victor, seems rather ashamed, his face flushed, he stuttering "ca..captain, I .. errr I saw.. oooh.." he moans, the captain, at first blushing a bit herself, quickly reaches to pull him up "Get a grip, what are you doing in the middle of the street!".You think she doesnt want any more emberassment for the guard, as she drags Victor into the guardhouse unceremoniously, only giving you a passing nod, with an expression of confusion on her usually calm face.\n\n"That was really strange." you can only nod to Mariels words, you both standing a bit stunned by what just transpired at the city gates, that is, until you hear an annoying voice.. Davion..\n\n"You two, hey! Zil, Marimari! At the marketplace! theres a strange, black woman! you gotta see this!"\n\n"What the? Hey wait!" you try to question Davion, perhaps this explains Victors condition, but the nuisance already rushed on. This day just keeps getting wilder..\nMariel looks at you [["I guess we better take a look?"]]

"Well, if you must know.. it would be near impossible as you are right now, but you'd have to come to my tower, make it past my servant and my little trap, then face me, somehow overwhelm my mind in a one on one.. that said, I am an Arch-Corruptrix, little girl. I am not two times stronger than the rank D slave you just faced.. but a Hundred times.\n\nOh, on that note, a Huntress is about ten times stronger than the one you enslaved still, so first, think about getting past Nerva, my dear slave to be. Oh and for that question alone I will enjoy using you throughoutly once you are converted, be it to rank D or C."\n\n"By the way, you realize my dear, the main reason I kept you talking was in order to distract you, so that my huntress could come and find you? We have to take you now, before you develope any further abilities and become a hassle. If you do manage to defeat her.. well come, face me at my tower and I promise to let your town go free, .. if you somehow manage to overcome me. For now, I wish you.."\n\n[[Good luck against the Huntress!]]

What would he do to you.. a hissing in your mind... Why, only good things, wonderful things ... the hissing tickles your mind ... he will make your eggs into serpent eggs, then ride you until you find him a new victim. Once you subdue her for him, he will nest in her instead, leaving you to lay your eggs and enjoy your lustful, scaley, serpentgirl body however you like.\n\nYour own tongue hisses out at the tickling hissing in your mind, you cannot help but feel like you are kind of being used by this snake? Yes, ..he just wants to use you as host.. then go to the next one.. this is.. wrong. You carefully try reaching into your pussy with one hand, parting yourself, reaching for the snakecreature...\n\nHowever, as your fingers slide between your reptilian folds, the feeling of pleasure is incredible, even when your sharp nails accidentally prick through your skin it turns into lust that is only magnified by the hissing in your head. Use you? No, no, your master loves you ... he would stay with you always, if he could, but he must slither inside another woman if he is to make you a slutty, serpentine sister to play with. It is the only way to spread the scaley joy for the Dark Queen after all!\n\nYou notice your finger have started to rub instead of.. well what you planned to do. You moan once more, bending back a bit pushing out your chest, wait.. what are you supposed to do now? Master loves you? Spread.. his scaley joy? humnn..that.. doesn't sound all bad admittedly.. ooh those scales feel smootth but.. kinda.. wrong? "Ooh, I don't know what to think!" you moan\n\nYour skin tingles wonderfully, along your belly, thighs, and now the fingers within your sex, and those wonderful, smooth scales start to spread a little faster. Yes, master loves you so much, says the hissing in yourr mind. Loves his slutty serpentgirl host, loves you so much he wants to make you lots of slutty serpentgirl sisters, showing them all the joy of such perfect, smooth scales... each stroke of your fingers and prick of your nails sending waves of pleasure through you.\n\nYou lay your eyes upon the spreading scales... aren't those moving faster? panic starts to wall up.. why anyway? Those scales where bad..? Yes... they where bad, you think but they seemed just perfect for slutty serpent girls. But you aren't one or?.. scales were bad! ..or? .. what are you, you can't be just a serpent slave or?\n\nYesss, you ARE a slutty serpent girl ... Master's slutty serpent girl, so sexy and obedient, you need those scales all over you, to make you perfect and smooth. The hissing echoes through your mind, telling you all this, calming your racing thoughts, as the scales cover your belly, creep towards your knees, and start to appear above your wrist. It feels so good, so very good ... how could this be wrong?\n\nSexy.. obediant.. smooth..yes.. but.. ooh.. the hissing so nice, calming you.. letting the scales spread.. but.. you still need to fight, your hand now pushing into your slightly spread pussy, lots of love juices lubricating it, allowing you to dip in deeper easily, to pleasure you so well.. no wait.. to pull that wicked.. beautiful snake out of you.. ooh your head is spinning...\n\nYour thoughts scatter away under a blast of pleasure as you push your hand into your serpentine slit, the ecstasy of feeling your own scales rubbing against your inner walls almost - almost - as good as when Master first entered you. Those wonderful, smooth scales spread faster still as your pleasure spikes, they are now starting to creep over your breasts, spill below your knees, and race up your arm towards the elbow ... and always the hissing, the endless hissing in your mind. You have the urge ... to hiss with it.\n\nWhile your head swims in pleasure, and your sex grips your own hand tightly.. you just obey, pushing your hand into your sex wantonly, hissing along with that wonderful hissing in your head, hissing for the queen...\n\nAs you hiss, the snakes voice in your mind grows louder, in a beautiful duet with you, driving out all other thoughts ... everything is perfect, as it should be ... Master inside you, scales climbing your neck, oh soon you will be complete... then you can find a girl to bite, and make her complete too... a wonderful, perfect world of smooth scales and hissing. Master coils around your hand, rewarding your quest with another dose of his divine venom, pure pleasure, pure ecstasy as it pumps into and through you.\n\nYou smile happily, presenting your wrist to your master to inject his poison into, hissing with him.. letting him complete you, letting his wonderful hissing fill your head.. perfecting you, so smooth..so obedient..\n\nThe last of your skin disappears under perfect, smooth scales, your eyes turning red, pupils stretching into a serpentine slit. You know your true purpose in life now. You are Master's slutty serpentgirl, and you need to find him a new victim to corrupt... New Serpents, for the Queen.\n\n// And with that Zilinas story ended, the snake that overtook her was strong, once, an escape from the forces of the dark queen it eventually succumbed to her taint, a powerful specimen, that, using Zilina and others as host, would give the Queen many more wonderful, obediant specimen. This is how Zilina became an eager Rank D Snakebreeder.//\n[[Zilinas Tale]]\n<<silently>>\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 0>>\n<<endsilently>>

You watch the angrily hissing snake, out of a random whim you try a "shoo!" but sadly the serpent seems unimpressed, and slithers forward surprisingly fast, on the attack again!\n\nThe snake latches onto the forearm you try to block its assault with, pumping more venom into you. Everything feels so nice ... so warm and fuzzy you can feel nice pleasure and drowsiness flow through you as you drop to your knees, whimpering softly at a bit of pain from the bite.. but still feeling nice.. you eye the snake.. wait wasn't something wrong with that, this creature, still pumping its venom into you. Again you find yourself trying to pull it off.. but very sluggishly now.\n\nThe snake however releases itself from your arm, and coils in front of you, hissing ... almost commandingly. Through the waves of syrupy-sweet, sleepy pleasure pounding at your mind, you're almost sure .. it wants you to spread your legs.\nYou eye the snake in disbelieve, stopping your own legs that opened half already before your conscious mind even noticed it.." what.. stop it.." you complain, trying to shake your head clear..\n\nBut your venom-soaked mind swims lazily, it's so hard to concentrate ... hard to think. The serpent hisses again, long and sibilant, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine, all the way to your pussy. You can only moan, listening to the hiss, slowly parting your legs to reveal half soaked panties..\n\nStill hissing in soft approval, the snake slithers forward, pushing aside your panties with its snout to expose your dripping, swollen sex, its forked tongue flicking out, teasing at you. As it does that a happy, but slightly sluggish sounding voice moaned: "aah.. so nice.. so wrong.. stop.. don't stop" as you eye the snake, through your poison craddled mind, you realize it was your own voice.\n\nThe serpent hisses once more, then begins to slither between your petals, sliding its way slowly inside your sex. The feel of its scales flexing against your folds is... simply incredible. "Oohmnn.. oh yes.. gaaahnn" you realize it is you that is monaing lewdly now as your sex squeezes the serpentine invader softly, warmly. With one smooth thrust the invader slithers deeper within you. Soon it is pushing against your cervix, pushing past, forcing its way into your womb, as more and more of its length disappears inside your scaley pussy. This stretching should be painful but.. it feels so wonderful.\n \nYour hips buckle against a sexual partner already inside of you, making you squirm, hands clenched to fists with the lust, a strange climax growing inside of you slowly.\nThe snake-creature continues to slide inside you, coiling within your womb. The tip of its tail disappears past your oddly reptilian pussylips, and an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm rocks through you, your sentient mind not noticing.. or caring about your pussy having changed, as you drop onto your back for several long moments, panting happily, your eyes glazed, staring at the trees above dreamily.\n\nAs you lay there, spent, the venom finally overcomes you, and you drift off into a dreamless sleep, full of strange visions of [[slithering servitude..]]\n

Rank F: Workslaves - men pigs\nRank E: Simple guards, footsoldiers -men dogs\nRank D: Perverters, low class wizards -Ulaya, Mara\nRank C: Elite Hunters/assasines -Nerva\nRank B: Soiled ones, Elite mages -Bathory \nRank A: 7 Dominatrixes, Generals\nRank S/S+: Queen, 'happy end'\n\nAttack: 2\n\nArousal: X%\n\nVillage: Oleanda\nGuardcaptain: Tala\nMistress 1 Ulaya\nPerverterschool: Mara\nHuntress:Nerva\nMistress 2 Bathory\nThe Five: \n1.Miyu\n2.Lillith.\n\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +10>>\n<<set $obediance = $obediance +10>>\n<<set $submission = $submission +10>>\n<<if $arousal gte 20>> <<endif>>\n\n<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +10>>\n<<endsilently>>\n<<if $normalend eq "yes">><<endif>>\n\n[[Zilinas Tale]]"\n<<set $arousal = enslaved>>\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 10>>\n\n@@color:darkred;letter-spacing:3px;font-size:1em; Lillith, @@\n\nTimertest\n\n<<timedreplace 4s>> Herp <<becomes>> derp <<becomes>> Du<<endtimedreplace>>

Yes, you have to fight, this isn't right, yes, you had to fight, had to fight your resistance. Had to look at the crystal more while you spread your legs, let her prepare the unholy rod and rub it between your legs, so nice and rubbery on your sex. Your nasty resistance is all in the way. In the way of parting your legs, like you do right now. \n\n"Good slave, watch the crystal, obey" You look into the crystal, feeling its shadowmagic manipulate and slow your thoughts, this will help against the resistance!.. Time seems to strangely slow around you, slower then usual, or perhaps she speaks so fast all of a sudden, no, her voice is still slow and monotonous, perhaps its your thoughts that slowed down. You realize that this twisted dildo is about to take your virginity, but the crystal is so soothing. Something is given to you, you take it, perhaps you can use this to fight better, looking at it distantly.. its a thick, dark dildo, though it feels strangely alive within your hand. a part of you wants to gasp and throw it away as you see an eye open atop of it, but before you can panic the monotonous commands are back.\n\n"Put this into yourself obey." The slavegirl commands, stepping infront of you, caressing the woman before you. Yes if you put the dark dildo into your pussy, let your mistress in.. this will help against the resistance. Urgh.. it is back, telling you this is wrong, that you need to run.. to stop, you massage your breast with one hand, the lust dulling your resistance, the other hand presenting the dildo with its open eye to your sex, letting it get a good look, the eye still open, permanently peering at you as you slowly push the dildo against you.. into you, this terrible resistance against your queens control has to just leave you alone!!\n\n"Good slave, open mind, open body, as you push into your body, it pushes into your mind, understood" she demands.\n"un.. understood". you mutter, feeling the dildo press against your virginity "You don't think. You don't answer. You Obey" you are chided, causing you to hesitantly press out "I Obey!!" and with that you push the dildo into you, your own hand, almost mechanically, like a strangers, pushing away your resistance, letting you feel the dark, twisted rubber rod invade your body deep, and mercilessly for your first time.\n\n"The rod of your queen will take away your worries, one thrust, one thought at a time, obey" the slave commands, and.. with the annoying resistance of yours distracted by being horrified at you loosing your virginity, of course you can only answer "I obey!" And you are not alone, several others having already started in the 'obey' choir, as the dark dildos push in and out of them, though you have no time to look at them, you have to look at the crystal, remove your resistance, as the dildo takes away your thoughts, you need to be fillled.. filled by the dark rod of your Queen, silence this voice that tells you this is all wrong.\n\nYou moan sensually, noticing that after just a few thrusts your thrusting, no, everyones thrusting has synchronized, its almost a chant, the slavegirls go first, telling you to empty and obey, then you.. no.. you feels wrong.. then.. new slavegirls go second, obeying. Its just such a sweet, soothing rythm, Mistress Ulaya watching her slaves being processed, your resistance tells you that she has an evil smirk on her face as she takes away your thoughts, but a rough thrust of the dildo pushes that thought right out of your head. Mistress Ulaya is a perverter of your Queen. You didnt need those thoughts anyway.\n\n"climax, cum, pump out your free will slave, obey" you are commanded by the slavesister behind of you and of course you try to answer that you obey. Your resistance tries to tell you this is all wrong, but you have the upper hand now, it cannot focus, the dildos tendrils wiggling in your sex, as it is launched deep within you. You welcome it with your naughty juices, you feel so blissful, so nice as all your concerns drown away, this evil resistance of yours finally shutting up, going away...... b.. by its sides it sees fellow workslaves cum, and it feels happiness. they obey, just as it does. Obeying is good. Thats just the fundamental truth of its existance. It hears the Perverter of the queen speak up now.\n\n"You will go back to your families, you will not show them your beautiful, emptied eyes, you will pretend nothing happened, if you are questioned you will answer That I just talked to you about the beauty of the queen, if they doubt my intentions they can come here, and check for themselfs. Under no circumstances are you to let them see or worse remove the rod of conversion from inside of you.Obey, and you will be fully converted to slaveflesh soon, now go back to your loving homes"\n\nOf course, this slave [[obeyed the command]] without thinking.

<<silently>>\n<<set $normalend = "yes">>\n<<endsilently>>\nYou make your way to the townhall on your own. The townhall stands tall, overseeing the marketplace, so you inevitably pass the dark tent standing there, though, apart from two guards well, guarding it, while Lina(The iuders suspiciously from a save distance. Both Slaveguards seem to just stand there apathetic and unaware.. but you know better then to get close to them.\n\nSeveral people seem to share your concerns, making cautious, large circles around the tent, as the move to enter the townhall.\n\nAs you enter the cityhall most of the population seems to be gathered already, strangely, with a majority of women, and many men gone. You hope you are imagining that last bit. There, standing behind a pedestal, is the old major, Guardcaptain Tala holding a speech, as you come in you hear her voice, strong, confident, booming over the worried citizens whispers..\n\n"[...] and though I was but a young recruit I know full well the dangers of the seductive servants of the dark queen.\nThe enemy is but a few, we are many, and these creatures are -not- unbeatable! I vote we band together and simply throw them out, let us cast our vote and..[...]"\nYou are distracted from the more bureocratic parts of the speech by a soft nudging to your side, and as you glance to your side you see Mariel, smiling at you, whispering to your ear: "Zil, I found something,.. perhaps it could help us too, and this boring speech is gonna last forever anyway. Can you come take a look, I wont take long!"\n[[Go and see what Mariel wants]]\n<<if $marielcheck gte 1>>You rather vividly remember what happened this morning, you will [[Go with Mariel, but be careful]] <<endif>>

You can explain your absence from the breakfast table to your parents -after- you found out who this new Teacher was. There were two new teachers infact.\n<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +10>>\n<<endsilently>>\nYour little schoolbuilding at the south of the village housed both classes for younger children, to teach them writing, reading, basic math, as well as a second room suprisingly high education, paid for by priests of the creator, where a few of the richer families children enjoyed learning history, finances, basic politics and religion.\n\nFor you, yourself such education never seemed necessary, your mother approved of a basic education for her daughter,.. and then finding an appropriate husband to care for. That was just the way things were, after all.\n\nSneaking over, across the small schoolyard you risked a peek into a window, getting a look in at the childrens classroom. The second new teacher seemed like one of the pale slavegirls, slowly, monotonously explaining simple lessons, currently, multiplication. You chide yourself for a joke about how the slave was actually a little more lively than Mrs.Krabunkel, your old teacher.. either way, it seemed the children where not being brainwashed, or anything, though they where suspiciously silent and compliant for kids their age.\n\nYou decided to peek on the adult class as well next, Several girls and boys, all at about your age and...\n\nYou clasp your hands over your mouth to stop a shocked scream.\nThe woman, that teacher you saw making her way here before, still wearing her hood, but having opened her robe, she is presenting her .. body. These big, luscious breasts, with a slightly unnatural, yellowish coloring, and..//focus Zilina!// As you glance over to the students you see them intently, almost as if hypnotized, follow the womans breasts as they are presented, their pencils scratching and scribbling as they draw the six breasted chest(one D, one D-ish, one C cup), if you were a keen observer you'd notice that each of them still has rather differing artistic talents, and some of the men are clearly.. distracted, stroking their cocks, more or less subtly, through their pants, but the sheer strangeness of the situation just has you stunned for now.\n\nPart of you just wants to storm in, shout, interrupt, stop this perverse scene but,.. why did everyone seem so content? No one was suprised, neither did they seem truly.. mindless or controlled, it was as if this manipulation, whatever it was, was more,.. more throughout, insidious.\n\nSo Ulaya had returned, but perhaps, this time, with not just an orb, but reinforcements? You had to find a way to stop her, clearly the darkly leather clad Ulaya was the origin of all this trouble, plus, a pragmatic part of you thinks, the strange, multi breasted woman seemed occupied right now, so at least she could be dealt with later.. dealt with! What the hell where you thinking, you are no fighter! Then again, unlike everyone else you resisted this orb. So perhaps its your duty to do.. at least something. \n\nYes, it was you, somehow you knew, you had the strength to stop this, but how? Where would you even start? A part of you wanted to ask Mariel, craved her comfort, her advice, her friendship.. but deep down you remember what happened to Mariel, perhaps you were being watched, perhaps, Ulaya would target Mariel to get back at you.. no, you had to try to do this alone, on your own, right now, but how..?\n[[Perhaps checking the marketplace or city hall for clues?]]

Captain Tala was by far the most capable fighter of your village. If she was disposed of this easily, what chance would you stand? You are just a girl, whose greatest combat encounter was an angry cat when you stepped on its tail once.\n\nYou knew your chances, and apparently, so did everyone else, for none of you dared to speak up that moment, no one but the darkly dressed enforcer of this dark queen that had plagued your village so much already.\n\n"Now then, everyone!" she smirked, confidently, strutting forward, slowly twirling a large, crystaline orb in her hands, an orb that.. it had.. it was hard to focus on the orb. Something was strange about it. It is hard to describe how this orb looked, perhaps, if you looked closer into it.. "Lets turn you all into good puppets. It'll be a little painful to be turned into a puppet, losing your mind and memories and all, I'll be honest with you citizens, but it is so worth it. You, or at least,.. parts of you, shall exist on to serve the queen for centuries! Now, enough talking, would you kindly focus on this orb a little now?"\nThe woman said, with a victorious smile, while the tainted sphere slowly floated upwards..\n<<set $normalend= "yes">>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +60>>\n<<if $arousal gte 80>>\n[[your head starts to feel all fuzzy]] <<set $normalend= "no">><<endif>>\n\n<<if $normalend eq "yes">>\n(Will Save: Sucess!)\nYou can feel the orb reaching out for you, for everyone, a short glance left and right sees strange.. string-like objects coalescing from the orb, slowly extending downwards, curling, reaching out for everyone, you included.. You want to resist and push out of them but as a string touches you you feel so sluggishly, so relaxed. Your body refuses to obey you, as the orb floats higher, guided by the dark priestess, pulsating, glowing with malignant energy. Next, strings start to attach to everyones forehead.. you feel something invading you, though it feels nice, good.. so relaxing. You shouldn't worry about the invasion.\n\nBut it is not good, you know that, for Mari-el, for everyone in this village, you cant just.. give in.. even with all of those people around you, moaning oh so happily. You want to be happy too.\nYou can suddenly feel a tug, as if the orb was pulling on your mind itself.. but no, no, no! You refuse to let go. You feel a sudden burst of defiance.. you can't let this thing take your mind, you wont! What is this woman thinking, coming to your village..\n\n"hooh,.. seems some of you aren't playing along, be quiet and become good dolls now, tzk tzk!" You hear the words, but right now, a feeling of defiant anger is growing and growing, the orb pulls ever harder, but you clench your fist, determined to show this twisted thing. The orb is starting to focus on you, sensing your resistance. it reacts to you with a low, dangerous humm.. you have no idea what this thing might do to you if you keep resisting. It definitly does not seem happy. Then again, what is the alternative? Become an enslaved puppet in this twisted sorceress army?\n\n"what the?" The Queens enforcer looks up at the crystal, then, frantically over your numbers, her eyes finally coming to rest on you, with a stern and.. slightly suprised expression.\n"You!" How did she find you out so fast? You wonder, and then look around, to notice that everyone but you is bound up, standing still, looking at the orb and drooling slightly, linked over those strange strings, like puppets..\n\nThe sight alone almost overwhelms you.. it would feel so nice to just relax, be a puppet. You shake your head. This woman came here, ruined your life, ruined.. argghhh"GIAAAAAAAAAAH!!" You screamed out, as the dark, floating orb pulsated heavily, the woman having raised a hand:\n"Guess you want it the hard way huh, your choice.. feel the unfettered love of your new Queen, slut!"\n\nShe proclaimed, and suddenly you feel all energy leave you with her words, dropping to one knee, panting heavily, you can feel yourself being absorbed by the orb *crack* you too will become *crack .. crick*, you too will obey your queen, as you ought to, you are nothing but her.. he.. h...*crack! CRACK!*\n[[The Orb shatters!]]\n<<endif>>

"Ha.. hatchoo!" you sniff as you sneeze, cutely you'd say.\n"Did you know? When you sneeze that means someone is thinking of you."a cute red haired girl with an abundance of freckles comments. She is [[Mariel]],'Mari-el' as she insists you pronounce it, your childhood friend since you moved to this village almost.. ten years ago now. How time flies. <<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $Zilina = 1>>\n"Don't be silly Mari, who'd think of me right now?" She grins, seeming to have hoped for that answer stepping a little closer to you, not for secrecry, theres barely anyone on the street of your little village\n"We-e-eeeell what about Davion?" you sigh inwardly, it's more of a joke for her but still, she keeps trying to matchmake you with the most immature guy your little village has to offer*\n\n"It's pretty empty today isn't it?" You try to switch topics instead of dignifying that with a response, brushing a lock of hair out of your face "I don't know." Mariel shrugsmiles as she wanders the streets with you "People have been on edge lately. Have you heard? The war with the evil Queen and all that. "\n\n"I still don't get this whole 'evil queen' thing." you admit "I mean.. it all sounds so unreal." "-Oh it's real alright" Mariel cuts in, making you hesitate "You wherent around and mother hid me back then but about ten years ago, shortly before you came here the Queens forces tried to attack the village. I heard our Guard fought them back though*you chuckle slightly as she refers to the three men and two women strong force of the Village as a Guard. After all their main duty was defending the Village from wild animals, and gazing menacingly at travelers so no one got any ideas. \n\n"..What the" looking to the Village gates in your large wooden defense wall you hesitate, a man, hunched over.. in your guard uniform.. "is that Victor?" you look at Mariel, who seems as confused as you "Is he injured? he looks kind of.. out of it?" you take a step towards the crouched man.\nyou decide to [[Investigate yourselfs]] or rather [[Call for help?]]\n<<silently>>\n<<set $marielcheck = 0>>\n<<endsilently>>

"Tzk. What a boring question. I am Arch-Corruptrix Bathory, leader of the 17th legion of the Dark Queen!.. and you wasted your question."\n\n"No, I didn't." You shook your head. "I asked you who you are.. exactly. What powers do you have? What weaknesses?"\n\n"Tzk.. cocky, aren't you? Tzk. Tzk. Tzk.. alright.. I'll give you one little hint as reward for your daring attitude.. I grew tired of all those magic users trying to attack me, and made sure to deal with them, preemptively." Ulaya, or rather, the one posessing her nodded, then looked at you with a smirk, adding:\n\n"By the way, you realize my dear, the main reason I kept you talking was in order to distract you, so that my huntress could come and find you? We have to take you now, before you develope any further abilities and become a hassle. If you do manage to defeat her.. well come, face me at my tower and I promise to let your town go free, .. if you somehow manage to overcome me. For now, I wish you.."\n\n[[Good luck against the Huntress!]]

You watch the slave walk up to the guard at the tent, they walk in, and just as you want to close in they walk back out, together with the woman clad in black, all making their way, seemingly.. out of the village?\n\nYou feel bad for just letting them lead the men away, but well, theres not much you could have done, is there? Plus now, with only one guard left infront of the empty tent, is perhaps your one and only chance to get into it, to find out what was actually going on. You make your way through a backstreet, to circle around the tents guard, sneaking up, as silently as you can, to the tents backside, reaching to lift it up and slip under.\nThe tents fabric seems to be made out of .. some sort of leather, actually suprisingly heavy, though you can lift a small part of it, enough for you to wiggle into the tent. \n\nInside it is even darker, you can make out the outline of benches, to your right there is a little shrine like thing, two chests by its side, a crystal floating over it, something that is definitly not light seems to reflect off of it. You certainly wont have enough time to look around for too long You decide to..\n[[Check out the Chests]]\n<<if $arousal gte 10>>[[Look into the beautiful crystal]] <<endif>>\n\n\n

You really want to know what she's doing. Why is your mom and for that matter everyone acting like this? "What are you doing to this town? To my mom, myself and everyone else?" You ask her almost dreading the answer. Although perhaps you can use this... For the greater good if you know what she's doing.\n\n"I'm giving you a purpose, mistress." Ulaya answered, and, through the magic controlling her, you know that it is with utter conviction.\n\n"I'm giving you a purpose, mistress." Ulaya answered, and, through the magic, you know that it is with utter conviction. "You all, your life is meaningless. Only in servitude to the Dark Queen can you gain true meaning.\n\nWe are converting this town to join the Dark Queens army. There are some kingdoms that still dare resist us. You were intended as minor foot soldiers, though you.. you may be something more. I could contact my superiors, to give you an update on the situation?"\n\nThe kneeling dominatrix smiled up to you, expectantly You could try asking her more questions, but it seems clear what is going on, what you need to know, is how to stop it. So you ask.\n\n"Stop it? You can't stop it. I can't stop it, the will of the queen is absolute. Well, My mistress, Lady Bathory, a rank B Arch-Corruptrix might be able to spare your village, and let them be, but for one, why would you be so cruel as to take away the beauty of servitude for them, for two, she is unlikely to do such..."\n\nIt seems Zilina might have to risk letting this woman..\n[[Contact her superiors?]]\nor should she[[ask another question first?]]

<<back>>\nThe woman infront of you is about a head smaller, but that is only because she has a long, winding snakelike tail inplace of legs, she must actually be larger then you by a good bit. She has a clear serpentine appearance and behaviour about her, a Snakelike split tongue darting out of her dark green lips from time to time, her long dark hair, soft features and almond shaped eyes would be beautiful, if not for their slitted apperance and hints of scales along her cheek, no, all over her body.\n\nShe is clad in a simple, toga like looking dress, open at the bottom, obviously for her tail, covering, for a snakewoman, an impressively large cleavage. \n\nShe seems unarmed, though the long, dangerous looking claws she has in place of fingernails and her pointed, propably venomous teeth are a clear hint that her body itself is the weapon. You can scarcely believe this snakelike huntress was an ordinary human being just like you, is this the extend of the queens powers?

Tala took a defensive stance, prepared to outlast and outwait her opponent, the way she had outlasted and taken out many a naive drunkyard, defending cautiously, with no unecessary movements.\n\nBut she found her match, no, her master in this fight, for the Dark Soldiers made no unecessary movement either, every last step of theirs was filled with the dark purpose of their beloved mistress. Neither did they tire in their duty, body moving through dark magic.\n\nSoon Tala is the one panting, backing off from the dark soldier. Did this creature even need to breathe? You find yourself wondering, a thought soon interrupted by what was going on before you. The slavesoldier dashes forward, throwing a dark metal needle.. formerly imbedded within her chest, the exhausted Tala too slow to deflect it, blocking it with her arm. She gasped with the impact, pulling the needle out, though seeming more sluggish then before. As she managed to pull it out the soldierslave dashed around Tala, locking her into a swift submission hold, two more needles lifted, and, infront of you and the rest of the villagers, with Tala turned towards you all, the soldierslave pushed two needles into the guard issued leather armor, where it covered up Talas healthy breasts.\n\nYou could only guess what was happening to Tala right now, the pleasure and pain uniting to implant strange thoughts about serving a dark queen in her unwanting mind. Tala seemed to grow weak under the strange piercings influences, struggling to regain her stance and push off the Dark Soldier. While she managed to free herself, she did so only with her top stripped off by the unrelenting guards hands. Tala blushed, one hand covering up her chest area, not that all of you hadn't already seen her full chest, her pink nipples, now with dark precision, impaled by dark, long spikes. The area around the spikes seemed unnaturally pale, yet, her nipples hard, with only a few droplets of blood despite the violent nature of the act.\n\nTala stumbled back, growling in anger, recovering her stance, twirling around, striking at.. thin air, as the soldierslave before her had ducked down, falling to the ground.. together with Talas leathered pants. Tala is granted no break to blush or cover up her well toned, for a woman quite muscular body, her soft, dark pubic hair on open display. You feel your eyes drawn to it, and to the two needles, suddenly imbedded in Tala's labia. Stumbling to her knees you avert your eyes, as the proud warrior is enslaved by the dark queens piercings, whimpering.. and at the same time moaning in pain.. and pleasure? You can only make a mental note to avoid those piercings if you ever where to encounter them, remembering this, and that you still need to resist, you steel your resolve, looking over to Tala..\n\nThe woman is undressed, piercings penetrating her chest, her arms, her legs, smaller still spikey looking ones being pierced into her sex, putting her on display, she seems to move through the piercings, not her own will, not that she protests,.. is she actually enjoying submitting to the Queen.. or is it the tonguestud that is now embedded in her tongue? Do you want to know the answer, you ponder, as you hear the slaves .. Talas.. overseer speak up:\n\n"She will become excellent soldierslave meat, her well trained body serving the dark Queen well, now, unless anyone else steps up to challenge our Queens rightful ownership of your bodies and souls, I shall proceed to take away your fears and worries, generous as I am, despite your pointless resistance."\nYou.. [[Step up to fight!]] .. no,you need to bide your time[[ you can't beat these things]]\n

The dolls all stood silently, awaiting command while Ulaya chuckled. Some cruel mistresses would now have the dolls trade parts of each other, giving one a leg here, an arm there, exchanging a head here.. just to show them they where more then replaceable. To make sure no traces of worthless individuality remained. But Ulaya didn't like this, it always looked so squiky-strange, plus, newly created dolls still had a little bit of blood left in them, even if they wherent alive anymore, so it always was a bit messy.\n\n"Field Report, Slave Ulaya, at your service Corruptor Bathory. \nThe Village Oleandar was taken, all of its populus was converted into Rank F or E, no problems whatsoever. Moving on to the next village, humbly requesting the aid of a Hunterslave, as in this village a potential Rank D was reported."...-a silent, mental response questioned Ulaya\n"Yes, only minor resistance, low combat potential, but a lot of replacement dolls, so this should help our Queens efforts with some frontline assistance, if nothing else.\n\n// And with that Zilinas story ended, she became Rank E-F doll material, a macabre fate for sure. She was used as a frontline fighter for the Dark Queens army.. she lost an arm once, but it was no problem, another doll material replaced it. Zilina did not care, over time, her parts where changed around, she was changed around, until there was no Zilina anymore, only dollflesh, always content, always unrelenting in its services to mistress.\nRasha nods at you "I hope you understood this cautionary tale, or perhaps I need to retell [[Zilinas Tale]]"//\n<<silently>>\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 0>>\n<<endsilently>>\n

Mmm... this is absolutely the best thing you've ever tasted. It's good for you, too; your heart is beating stronger than ever, rushing lots of blood down to your nice, big, slightly pointy and udder like nipples, your form plumping up slightly, you aren't exactly fat but definitly more.. rounded and voluptous.\n\nYou find yourself moaning softly, cuddling to the massage, asking: "ooh can I have some more milk please?" \nBefore drinking on and finishing your second mug, relaxing under the big breasted motherly womans treatment. Watching you she smiles, all care and motherly love. "Of course you can, sweetie. Lottie dear, some more milk for our guest, please." Lottie steps in close, her shirt open now, offering her heavy breasts to you, milk dripping from the fat, long nipples of the cowlike woman.\n \n"Ooh.. you're so nice. thank you Lottie!" You smile happily, cuddling to the womans breasts, licking at her oversized nipples, before launching onto one, suckling on it, drinking the daughters milk.. first from one breast, then the other, as you can hear yourself purring contently.\n\nYour tail flicks lazily back and forth, brushing against your dress, as cow-fur starts to spread over you. Horns start growing out of your head as you suckle from Lottie's breasts, which never seem to run dry, always full of more of the delicious milk. You can feel yourself changing but, just like the mother-cows care it is all warm, and gentle, and good feeling, completely painless.\n"Hmmnn.. your milk is so niiice" you pant, catching your breath a little in between suckling, leaning back just a little, smiling to the motherly farmwoman, eyeing yourself "Why do I have.. furr" you wonder for a moment.. but its kind of hard to focus on that right now, specially with milk dripping to waste..\n\nYour moan turns into a moo, coming from your small, cute cow-muzzle, your ears flicking under your horns, the fur covering you completely. Your feet scrape on the floor, hooves now, and the woman smiles. "That's a good calf. Welcome to the farm, sweetie. It's good to have another helping hand around. Not to mention another pair of nice, milk-filled udders.." Something about her just seems ... right ... like she knows what's best.\n\nYou find it easy to moo contently at the woman.. but didn't you have to do something..uhm.. something you might be forgetting as you lick at Lotties yummy breasts to not have the drops of milk go to waste, smiling, mooing softly, just like you. "Such beautiful cows you two are. Good, beautiful healthy breasts. You will do great." she cooed.\n\nYou notice that Lottie's breasts are also covered in fur, and you see that she's dropped her illusionary disguise, a voluptous cowgirl, mooing softly as you lick at her breasts. You are a bit confused, as new memories start to flood into your milk relaxed mind, you look at the mothercow, trying to say something as you see...\nShe's not a cow at all! Her dress has disappeared entirely as she stops bothering with the illusion, a big, tall succubus like looking woman with purple skin, curling black horns, wings, and a thick black horsecock. Pinkish milk dribbles from her breasts, she still has a motherly, albeit slightly bestial grin.\n\nYou gasp, almost a bit afraid.. she clearly was a dark queens servant, planted here, hiding here, spying on the town, perhaps corrupting the population from afar, yet you also feel a bit aroused at the horsecock. You try to get up, blushing as you just can't turn away from the strangely pink milk, watching the two heavy succubus breasts, your mind so hazy.. "uhm." You look at Lottie "She.. is.. something here doesn't seem right.."\n \nLottie moos softly, gently pulling you close, pushing her nipple back into your mouth. "If you think so then that just means you're still thirsty..."\n\n"It does.?.. I .. am" licking at the milk you realize how right Lottie is. You are so thirsty.. "But she's a demoness.. not a.. cow.. uhm." a confused moo escapes your lips.\n\n"A demoness can twist someone into whatever they like," the succubus purrs, coming back over to you and stroking your hair. As you lick up Lottie's milk, her words sound more and more right. "I felt cows ...appropriate to the farmers out here... and now they can fuck their animals, too. They are all quite happy, you know.. you will be too."\n\n"Ooh" you nod, listening, licking at the milk of Lottie, but leaning back to eye the succubus hesitantly "uhm.. f.. fuck cows?" You blush, your voluptous, fertile sex twitching slightly "But thats wrong.." you think, eyeing the succubus.. such a big dark cock.. and why is her milk pink.. hihihi she's so purple.. you retreat a bit from Lotties nipple, feeling the milk making you all woozy. \n"No, dear ... I'm your mistress. A humble recruiter for the Dark Queen" She smiles lovingly, offering her purple breasts to you, pinkish milk dripping. "And nothing is wrong ... nothing that gives you pleasure. Though you'd be more of a candidate to make love to our bulls." Lottie moos behind you, reaching around to stroke your own thick nipples, a few warm dropplets forming on them.\n\n"You are mistress.. whats your name mistress?" You wonder, licking at the demon womans breasts slowly.. so purple.. and how would this pink milk taste..\nOh, it tastes even better, and tingles so wonderfully ... you want more ... don't you? Just relax, be a cow.\n\n"Hmnnnnn!" You eye the purple sexy demoness body.. that pink milk.. the dark demon nipple dreamily. Yes.. serving her would be wonderful. Do you really want to be a cowslave?\nYou do! Such a horny, willinig slave for your motherly succubus mistress...sucking her cock, being bred by it, taking it in your ass, doing every depraved thing she wanted...\nThe demoness smiles. "Any bad memories of your past life will go away soon, sweetie. Just have a drink. Everything will be okay... you are with your loving mother now" She rubs her nipple over your lips, and Lottie reaches out to present you to her as she moos contently serving the succubus. Serving, like you will soon too.\n \n"What,.. what will become of me?" you find yourself asking your new.. mistress?\n"You'll be a happy little cow, of course, helping me take over your city." She grabs your face more firmly as you hesitate still. "You can also be our whore if you want. Get fucked by the bulls every day. Wont that be exciting?" Lottie starts to push her fingers into your sex, mooing approvingly, giggling slightly at the naughty ideas of her .. your mistress. \n\n"Bu..bulls?" You find yourself inquiering, though you already know the answer. You gasp as Lottie teases your sex and the succubus responded "Yes, fucking you day and night, to make more little spawn for me..." She grabs you by the two cute, harmless looking cowhorns you have grown, as Lottie starts thrusting into your sex.\n"F.. fucked day and night.. like a normal cow.. by the .. bulls" you repeat, digesting this ".. the animals?"\nYou pant, not sure if you should feel enticed or be afraid of these depraved ideas, moaning ..ooh Lotties gentle fingers in you promise so much, the tastes of the purple milk leaking from the demoness breasts.. it is all just too wonderful, so much, making you open your mouth as your horns are gripped. You look at the demoness eyes..., she seems dead serious\n"Any of them. All of them. Whatever makes you happy, sweetie." the demoness purrs, her eyes full of love and twisted as it may be, motherly compassion, guiding you to her nipple ... not forcing, but encouraging. You lean forward, giving the nipple a kiss.. and begin to suckle obediantly, mooing slightly as you do, feeling a loving pair of arms embrace you in your new, naughty fate, the succubus milk washing away all your worries and doubt in your mistresses embrace.\n\n\n// And with that Zilinas story ended, having had the bad luck to run into the one farm that was run by a spy of the Dark queen she was transformed into a Rank E cowgirl slave, albeit a rather happy one. The Rank D demoness scout in charge of her always secretly wanted a few obediant daughters to pervert and love, and Zilina would become one of her favourite in time.//\n[[Zilinas Tale]]\n<<silently>>\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 0>>\n<<endsilently>>

You.. just hold still. whats the point of fighting your own happiness? Nerva praises your decision too!\n"Oooh yes I think I'm going to be very fond of you" ...you want that collar to be around your neck either way, to be like your other slave sisters, you could probably spent the rest of your time playing with them... assuming you weren't serving your mistress!\n\n"Uh uhm.. not sure why I told you all that" A vestige of your resistance speaks out, as you eye the collar thoughtfully. "No worries.. I.. is that really healthy? No worries.. no thoughts .. What did you mean with amazing results?" You wonder, a bit sluggishly, squirming ever so slightly as the collar is curled around your neck. "Is this necessary.. haaaah" You gasped softly, your body still feeling so aroused, another slavemaidens hand now reaching down to caress your sex, pinching your pearl, so distracinh, letting you feel so good from the afterglow of your climax. It was almost as if it was arousing to give up yourself. You shiver on for a little more as those smooth, warm and wet hands caressed your presented body, then, finally, you relax, your body already giving in, presenting your neck to the collar, you speak on, in a daze:"Feeling so weirdly horny and.. relaxed.. I.. are you doing something to my head?" You added meekly: "I .. want to be collared?" You half asked, half admitted, going on "I want to be made happy like them.." You look over to the glassy eyed servantgirls with a pinch of arousal induced envy.\n\nNerva giggle-hissed sensually. "You enjoy serving, being made to serve a powerful mistress and I want a happy charmed servant. Match made by the Queen, if you ask me." With a wave of her hand you are being presented by the slavegirls. "Hmm? Yes, the Collar is necessary, as long as you want to be mine it is. You have to be marked and for that I sometimes like some more primitive methods as well, so why not go with.. the classics." You feel your worries melting away, it would be so nice to give yourself up, to have her mold you and tease you into becomming the perfect little naughty sex slave for your mistress. \n"Yes, it'll be fun to have you in my collection." The collar (finally) sliding around your neck and sealing shut seamlessly as you slowed in your struggles. \n"Me, manipulate your mind? Oh a bit, but not as much as you'd think. You're really right where you belong." Nerva smiled down upon you.\nShe smirked, hissing naughtily as she saw the collar fitting into place, closed around your neck. You suddenly feel your body moving. Getting up, crawling as you come out of the hot soothing water to kneel at mistresses feet. But you feel happy. The world is wonderful, why worry about anything. Everything finally makes sense. You are serving your sexy mistress and she will take care of everything. Whatever you can do for mistress is so wonderful, like your slavesisters curling up around you, presenting and arousing your body for your mistress.\n\n"Yes.. Mistress I understand. It was all me wanting to be dominated and charmed and molded.. mind and body to be all yours." You respond obediantly.\nYou can't help but blink in amazement as your body moves on its own accord to kneel before its owner, you know what to say, stammering it out shily you mumble: "H.. how can I serve you, mistress?" You add cutely, peeking up at Mistress Nerva, presenting yourself in a kneeling position, assisted by the other slaves, shown to serve as Nerva enjoys it the most, you moan ever so slightly, happy to be.. just where you belong.\n\n//And with that Zilinas story ended, converted into a Rank F workerslave at last, in the service of Nerva, the Rank C snakehuntress, becoming one of many eager slaves of the dark Queen. Though her rank was of the lowest she enjoyed herself a lot, being Nervas plaything among many others if she had the time, or a naughty trap for any intruders into the conversion palace whenver mistress was busy. \n\nRasha nods at you "I hope you understood this cautionary tale, or perhaps I need to retell [[Zilinas Tale]]"\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 0>>

You decide to check on your friend before you go to the townhall meeting with your family, telling the lie that you are a little afraid and just want to stay home to excuse yourself to your mother. Nodding with understanding your mother allows you just that, and thus, albeit with a sligthly heavy heart you soon sneak through your backyard to Mariels home. As you arrive you quickly peek into her window, reaching to knock like you always do, though what you see inside the bedroom makes you hesitate with disbelieve, then gasp in shock. \n\nMariel is lying on her bed, nude, as is her own mother, somewhat towering above her. Buried deep within the mothers sex you can see a thick, dark, rubbery dildo, the same kind of dildo Mariels mother is, right now, pumping into her own daughters sex. You watch on in disbelieve. What happens before you seems so surreal. \n\n"No.. no mother what are.. aah" Mariel moans, squirming helplessly under her mother on the bed. It seems she was not.. controlled yet.\n"Shhh child. Obey. Take it in you" Is her mothers only response, slowly pushing the dark dildo deep into her own daughters sex. "Aaah.. it.. its in me.. oh creator I can feel it squirming within me!" Mariel struggled weakly, unused to all these sensations.\n"Good child, obey now, listen, and obey" Mariels mother cooed softly at her daughter, her eyes seeming a bit unfocused slowly.\n\n"I listen.. and obey?" she asks, her mother answering, seeming delighted. "Yes, listen, obey, don't think. With every thrust you will listen more, obey more, think less, understood?" \n"Yes... mother.. aaahnn" Mariel moaned cutely, you, a voyeuristic watcher to the twisted scene.. was it morbid curosity? Concern.. if then you should stop her! But the only thing you are doing is blushing deeply, the scene would be twistedly arousing, if it wasn't so horrifying.\n"You are slavemeat for our beautiful Queen. This one is slavemeat too. This one is not your mother anymore. We are all just slaves." Mariel just responds with helpless gasps and moans, while her mother pushes the dark dildo into her daughter up to the hilt, mercilessly enslaving her.\n"I aaah.. am slavemeat..?" Mariel asks drowsy, panting. "Yes. You will become slave, like me. When you cum you will let all annoying thoughts flow away.. obey" \n"Aah mother.. noo.. I.. it.. it obeys" Mariel whimpers helplessly, the dildo buried within her, her body quivering, her eyes loosing their sheen, filling with (this beautiful) dark, empty obediance instead.\n"It obeys. It is a slave, thanks for freeing this slave from its will." Mariel hollowly intonates, her mother getting up, smiling, satisifed "You will act normally with any unenslaved around. You will not let anyone remove your Dark Queens wonderful conversion rod. Obey, and soon you shall be fully converted.\n"This slave obeys!" Mariel says, with a bit of her normal happiness in her voice.. at the prospect of being a slave.. <<silently>>\n<<set $marielcheck = 1>>\n<<endsilently>>\nSuddenly, both of them get up, with mechanical precision, leaving Mariels room. You can only stand there in shock until you hear their houses front door opening. Hiding in a bush you see them walk down the street, almost.. almost as if nothing had happened to them.\n\nPart of you wants to burst in tears, part of you wants to rush in and save Mariel, but something tells you with her mother around you'd just get overpowered, you could tell your father, but would he even believe you? .. Oh crap! the Town Meeting!.. is that where both Daughter and Mother are headed too? You better follow and..\n[[Attend the Town Meeting]]

You hesitate in taking off the dress too.. the boots made sense, of course, but.. "Hmnn got to take skirt off.. but.. cold.. uh.." 'Your mind struggles against just exposing yourself, you shake your head, feeling unsure.\n\nAnother wave of cold hits your face, almost freezing your thoughts again. //Need... To take... The skirt... Off...// The thoughts seemed more insistent and firm. Just a dream... Before long the coldness passes and you feel your thumbs tugging on your skirt down once more, with little input on your end. Quickly your obediant hands reveal your black, slightly frilly panties, your eyes empty for a moment at the freezing waves powerful influence as you intonate: "Just a dream..." You lie back with no nice, cold, firm thoughts to guide you in the dream right now.\n\nYou feel cold fingers trace along your neck, pushing any stray hairs back. Then for a moment, you just lay there. Its becoming more and more cold, as you notice that it was dark outside by now, for some reason that made you worry a bit, however, you still felt little desire to move, your limbs feeling languid. Then you feel yourself being slowly lifted up by your wrists. Then your hands went behind your ack. //Too tight...// The intent seemed clear and you started to feel the bra digging into your own skin. Way too tight!\n\nYou looked up into the darkness, blinking ocassionally, shivering slightly, your skin pure goosebumps at the cold but.. strangely you felt unmotivated to redresss or hide under the blankets this time around. You were still so sleepy.. "Its too tight... gotta get it off." You mumble and comply, opening the bra up, revealing your breasts with their cute, round nipples as you do so, groaning a bit " 's.. ssoo cold" you squirmed slightly, but then held still again... because.. of the dream?\n\nWith a gentle push of those unseen hands, you lie back down. Then you feel these ghostly hands resuming with their caress of your breasts, starting around the edges, lightly at first, but then more and more firmly, moving closer to your cute round nipples that, by now, were erect, partly from the cold but partly from the pleasure that you felt in this strange dream. As the hands did their work, you even started to get warmer. //Need to get warmer.//\n"Haah.. warmer.. need to feel warmer.." yyou agreed, clenching a hand to a fist, blushing deeply under the touches on your breasts, pushing your chest up into the ghostly, dreamy touch, a slight moan escaping your lips as you pondered how to get warner, your body slightly aroused under the touches still.\n\n//Need to touch...// The thought echoes through your mind as you moan. The ghostly hands push your legs slightly wider apart and then guide one of your hands toward your snatch before returning to their efforts at your breasts. //Need to touch... Need to get warm...//\n"Hmnn..ooh need to touch myself to get warm.." you aptly conclude, your hand caressing along your soft, warm, and slightly wettened flower. You were still lustfully presenting your chest to the wonderful caresses as you began rubbing and prodding at your own sex, caressing yourself, moaning ever so slightly in rising lust. "Hamnnn.. oh!"\n\nYou moaned, at first only diving under your panties, then, pulling them up and away a little, while still parting your legs more for better acesss, you dove right in, your fingers dancing and circling, then plunging and rubbing all up in your sweet little pussy. "Hmnnn!" You moaned with a happy smile.\nThe invisible hands redouble their efforts as your moans rise in pitch. //Yes... Touch... Warm...// It's not long before, despite the cold air, you feel warmth throughout your chest from this arousal. After a moment, you also feel the touches leave you as your hands are taken hold of, guided away from your sex. //Warmth... Touch...// Then you suddenly felt something enter you, causing you to gasp and ask "Haaah... w.. what?" Your eyes go wild, feeling the wonderful warmth replace the dreary cold, but.. more importantly, something pushing, entering you. At first you are hesitant about your hands being guided away you are shocked as you feels that, still your legs spread a bit in an instinctual, primal response, you feel compelled to groan: "Ooh.. so warm.. what a strange.. naughty dream" you cooed, your chest rising and falling quickly with building lust.\n//Strange...// Whatever entered you felt a little cold and not entirely.. substantial, as if it wasn't quite there in you, but the cold was quickly forgotten as you felt it pull out, before moving back in. //Naughty...// The thoughts seemed clearer now. More distinct and firm. //Good...//\n\nAs you came closer and closer to your climax, the thoughts became more difficult to differentiate from your own as well. //Such a naughty dream... Harder and harder. Such a good, naughty dream..// "Haaah...ooh.. naughty.. so naughty.. good?" you pondered over the thoughts, your thoughts. Your dream. Right? Did it matter? By now you were rocking slightly against the thrusting into your moist sex, moaning, your nectar wettening your warm, sweet sexes entry, slightly staining the bedsheets "Haah such a nice dream.. ooh so naughty" You found yourself cooing out, rocking upon the bed, fucking an invisible lover above you.\n\n//Yes, good, naughty, sexy and warm....// You heard as your lover rocked forward and back, pushing in and out. //So sexy. Yes...// You were so close to climax. You blinked shortly, moaning at the firm, definite thoughts. "Ooh.. so sexy.. and naughty and warm yes.. ooh I'm gonna.. I'm gonna.." It wouldn't be long until you came. My naughty... So close. Sexy and warm... Wait, something wasn't right. Something wasn't ri- //Slave! Vessel!// And with that, you climaxed and a cold feeling spread from your sex throughout the rest of your body, homing in on your mind!\n\nYou gasped, rocking, hesitating just at the moment of your climax, you couldn't, just couldn't stop right now! You moaned and yet shivered with the awful cold spreading instead of the warmth of orgasm, trying to resist it "S.. slave..ve.. vessel? What .. whats going on..oooh!" You still couldn't help panting in lust at Your climax though..\n\nAs the cold homed in on your thoughts, you felt like you had cotton between your ears. Thoughts started to freeze and you felt your eyelids grow heavy until they shut. You could feel the cold stuff out your thoughts nicely, you wanted to resist, but your thoughts where all so fuzzy and calm. You just laid there, you fingers, toes and lips twitching every now and then. Then, finally your body rose up and you eyes opened on their own, a beautiful, glazed over sheen covering them now. Your arms rose and stretched as a yawn escaped your lips. "Wow... What a dream..." Shaking your head, you then laid back down. "What a naughty dream..."\n\nFinally you got up, trying to say //What is going on! stop this//, trying to move.. this.. this couldn't be right, what had happened to you!\n\n"Better get back to sleep," you find yourself saying instead, before looking back down at your clothing. "But first, I better dress for bed." Standing up, you approach your armoire and remove the rest of your clothes quickly, not like there was much left but your socks and panties. Afterwards you decide upon putting on something suitable, silken and almost entirely see through, a beautiful nightgown pronouncing your breasts, you turns to look in a mirror, your eyes blank and glowing with a slightly green glaze. "I do look sexy..." SEXY... The thought echoes and seems to overwhelm your own thoughts.\n\n"Maybe we can have some more fun tonight." FUN... this word too seems to silence your thoughts, leaving only place for sexy feelings around it. Without hesitation, you head back to bed, a slight smile across your face.\nYou hesitated just a moment at your own, empty, green glowing eyes, but then you find yourself interrupted //hmnn so sexy.. more fun... I want to be sexy and have more fun// you think you ..said? Yeah, not worrying about your empty eyes anymore now, you head to the bed, lying down, with a docile smile, resting.. even though you just got up..\n\n.... no.. this.. was was wrong, you had to do something, no? //Ugh.. why.. am I so.. empty and.. that can't be true..// trying to look over to the mirror again with a gasp and a slight blushing, you feel like you hear strange thoughts again. //Ugh what did.. what happened to me?// You questioned, looking, suddenly noticing that at least a few hours must have passed with you just lying on the bed, waiting..? Your eyes transfixed on you, as if you were looking at yourself, noticing your attention, with your //beautifully// empty mirror images gaze.. You were ..posessed? Subtle, but surely! You had to fight this!\n\nBut one hand had already found its way to your flower whilst the other moved up to your breast and began to rub, albeit tentatively at first, it quickly began picking up speed. A gasp which turned into a moan rose from your lips. Your thoughts soon began to grow sluggish, more fixated on the pleasure. Whatever questions or worries you had, they soon passed away beneath the pleasure of your own fingers. "Uhhhh... Sexy...//Sexy// Naughty...//Naughty// Fun...//Fun// Empty...//Empty// Good...//Good// Vessel? //Vessel// Right...//Right!//"\n\n\n// And with that Zilinas story ended, as she found out that the right/wrong kind of magic can make ghost stories suprisingly real. She became a rank E Ghostbride slave, always dressing up for her long gone lover to use her every night at midnight. \nEven as she grew older and died(of pneumonia), she was never unhappy though, her posessor had bound her to himself long ago, and sometimes, when its dark in the night and you hear a moaning in the wind, that might just be Zilina and her etheral, eternal lover.. \n\nRasha nods at you "I hope you understood this cautionary tale, or perhaps I need to retell [[Zilinas Tale]]"\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 0>>

You know now what you need to do. No matter how often you mill it over deep down you don't really understand why you aren't more disturbed by this.. thing, but you do know that whatever is happening in the artificially added conversion building is wrong. Something is happening, to your.. to everyones heads that just makes them accept it, but you will not fall for the same any longer. No conversion hall... no new slaves. Everyone will be safe!\n\nYou rush towards the marketplace, without looking left or right, luckily, this time the nice.. snake lady isn't there to distract you either, so you can focus on your.. mission. How would you actually do this, you wonder. You don't really have any explosives, or something of the like, after all.\n\nEither way, soon you stand before the conversion building, uncertain of your next move. You don't even know how to enter this dark metal dome, as it only opens for the convers, so you feel kind of lost right now, reaching out, touching the solid walls of the building, dark, and slick, almost as if they where covered in some sort of oil. Getting no response you wait a moment lonter, until suddenly the dark door slides open, almost as if you were expected. Lucky?\nInside you spot a bunch of glassy eyed slave girls, smiling at you. doing a curtsey, the one thing you notice about them apart from their distant seeming smiles is that they all have the same shiny slick dark collars. They then walk up to you, surround you, half whispering, half talking:\n"Let us wash you, let us care for you dear lady. Relax and surrender yourself to our tender caresses!"\nThey chant, insistant, making your head swirl, as they slowly guide you into the building, past a row of strange, almost sarcophagi like, upright standing black devices, and towards a room with steam comming out of it.\n\nYou can suddenly see yourself among them, wanting to be guiding the next intruder to the bath, to become like them, to become like you.\n[[Perhaps this was a bad idea, you think..]]

You jerk awake. Something is wrong.. someone.. is tricking this town, and.. you need to stop it -without- getting yourself in danger. But you don't know how.. or what to do.\n\nPerhaps it would be best to talk to your parents about this, but, right now, what you feel you -need- to do is to see your friend, Mariel. She always had the right answers, well, she listened, and helped you find the right answers.. not.. not in something as big as this, how would you even... You shake your head clear. This is no time to despair!\n\n"Calm down Zilina." You said to yourself. You wont be beaten without trying. You looked out of your window, over to Mariels house.\n\nTo see a dark robed figure leaving it. Ulaya!\n\nYou don't really think. You just act. In your sleeping gown, armed with.. nothing but your fists you rush out. Mariel has been your friend for almost ten years now, the first person here that truly cared for you, and you will not loose her to this dark coruptress. <<set $attack = 1>>\n\nUlaya heard your approach of course, peering past Mariels house, smirking, turning to face you, you, the girl in her nightgown, dirt from rushing so fast over soft ground clinging to your feet and lower dress, your breathing quickened, both with anger and exertion.\n\n"Ha.. you! haaah.. leaver her.. puh.. alone!"\n\nYou declare, with a glare, causing Ulaya to chuckle, as you clench your first to white knuckles.\n\n"I came here, to find a good angle to get to you, actually. I'll be punished.. severly for what YOU did. You stopped my invasion, I disappointed my mistress, and through her, the queen herself. That is unforgivable."\n\n"You can't handle me, so you attacked my friend?" You glared, anger making you confident. If only you could punch this demon-woman, still, you felt.. cautious. Even if she failed to convert you before, it felt more as if you got really lucky..\n\n"Ha ha ha har! I'm not scared of you, but the huntress and the other Perverter now get a shot at you, try and make you into a rank D perverter, just like me. That said, if I enslave you, prove that you are nothing but a sextoy, a fluke, not a mistake.. Anyway, I wanted to use your little best friend for this, but with you daring to confront me as you are.. guess I broke her mind for nothing."\n\n"B.. broke her?" you felt a primal hatred welling up in your core. Suddenly, you wanted to see this woman suffer. And You'd make her.\n[[You've made up your mind. Ulaya will suffer.]]

You, a barely adult woman, steps up, and forward, clearing your throat you demand.. "Leave our Village alone, and let us be, I will fight you!"\n\nYou get a chuckle from the Slaves overseer, as well as a mumbling from the crowd behind you. Finally she asks "Do you even -have- a weapon girl?" wich causes you to hesitate, and earn a smirk. "I admire your spirit, here little morsel." and she draws a shadowy sword from a sheathe on her back, throwing it to you. While you are hesitant to use anything from this Evil Queen you decide using a weapon beats your chances of winning vs using no weapon massively. You approach the soldierslave cautiously, she seems unblinking, unimpressed.. but what do you do, how do you fight her?\n<<set $attack = $attack +1>>\n[[Look out for the Staff!]]\n[[Look out for the Piercings!]]\n[[Just, give it your best?]]

You try to brush away most of the mud, determined to make your way out.. that tail is bad. Yes?\nAs you try to clean away the mud you notice your skin is a little pinker underneath, and your belly just a little pudgier. It's hard to believe some innocent little mud could be bad, could do such things, really ... focus!\n\nYou makedo clean yourself, cheeks flushed as you poke your belly, feeling.. kinda hungry.. but something seems to be wrong with the mud.\nYou really need to do something, well, apart from face planting into the mud, that seemed contra-productive. You need to make your way out of this mud-trap!\n\nYour feet cramp up after only a few steps, and send you splashing back to the ground, all your cleaning work for naught. You can't help but roll in the mud just a little, snorting, smelling its fragrance through your upturned piggie nose. "This mud smells so goood!" You snort slightly, then gasp, quickly struggling up to try and brush away the mud once more, your cheeks red with humiliation as you realize: "n.. no! it's turning me into a piggy! I don't want to!"\n\nYou squirm frantically, cleaning yourself of the cursed mud. However, as you scrape it away, you see your skin is definitely pink now ... and your belly is bigger, rumbling hungrily. It's getting harder to remember why this is bad, as you wobbly stand on your cloven hooves. Finding something to eat is more important ...\n \nYou pet your belly, looking for something yummy to eat, pondering why you feel so humiliated.. don't you have to get away for some reason? You shake your head, trying to focus as your ears grow long and floppy, and you oink contentedly. Your face pushes out completely into a piggie snout. A second pair of breasts swells under your first, both heavy with milk. Gosh, you're hungry ...\n \n"Need.. need to eat something" you oink eagerly, looking around frantically.. there! a through! Full of delicious food! Though its also splashed with this wonderful.. wrong .. mud. You feel so hot. You grope at your breats .. something seems off here too.. hmn.. No matter. You have to eat! you storm forward, stuffing your face.\n\nIn ten minutes, you go through a week's worth of food, not that you are a piggie food expert, oinking and snorting happily as you fill yourself up. Finally done, you lean back, feeling ... satisfied, and docile. Strangely worry-free.\n\nYou pat your fat belly, smiling. "This is.. kinda nice.. now.. I had to go.. uhm.. around the oink mud or?" you ponderface, licking your snout "Feeling so nice and full... I wanted to..." Ugh, you can't think with this hot sun burning down on you. Ah yes, a roll in the mud sounds just perfect to cool yourself off. Probably be better if you got rid of these silly clothes first ...\nIs that right? Something tells you the mud was wrong.. dirty.. and.. smelly and.. you shouldn't do this? hmnnn.. then again your clothes are all muddy and icky.\nWell, you sure can't think of a better way to cool off .. and you worked up quite a sweat downing that meal. Besides, it smells so good ...\n \nYou lean down to smell at the mud.. hmnn.. it can't be that wrong.. or?\nAs you sniff it with your piggy snout it smells divine. You even get a little quiver in your mound.. You oink, diving snout first into the mud.. rolling in it, getting off your pesky clothing to make sure the cooling, nice smelling mud gets all over your sexy body, oinking eagerly.. the feeling of emberassment and shame fading as well.. it's all so nice!\n \nYou wallow happily for hours, oinking and snorting, the mud getting all over and feeling absolutely wonderful on your piggygirl body. Finally, you can just relax and lay back... Eventually you start eating some of it too.. cause it smells so nice and your tummy is so empty.. still [[what a great life!]]\n\n

"Ah, its simple. A rank is an order of magnitudes above what you are right now. a rank F is ten times better than a normal human. A rank E a hundred times.. which is why it is impressive you could measure your mental strength with Ulaya.\n\nA simple listing is like this.\n\nRank F: Workslaves and pigs\nRank E: Simple guards, footsoldiers, dogs\nRank D: Perverters, low class wizards like the one you overcame.\nRank C: Elite Hunters/assasines like Nerva\nRank B: Soiled ones, Arch wizard, like me.\nAnd on Rank A: The princesses of our Queen.\n\nYou defeating a Perverter means you have the good potential of becoming one yourself, then when we infuse your body, when you served your queen for a few years, you might even ascent to a Rank C Elite slave. An honor many can only dream of."\n\nYou sigh a bit at the long winded explanation, then chime in. "So what if I want your rank?"\n"Tzk.. a feisty one, aren't you? theres not even a hundred Arch Corruptrixes, each of them a powerful general, commanding thousands. Your little town is but a side project for me. I have over a dozen huntresses, and hundreds of those like Ulaya you enslaved. Don't get cocky.. You may become a priced treasure for me, but that shall be as far as you go."\n\n"And whats above that? Whats the queen? Rank S? S+? S-extra-superspecial?" You smirked slightly, crossing your arms. This was a little childish, for an evil empire, at least.\n\n"You are moking me.. you'll come ot regret this, for you see... my dear, the main reason I kept you talking was in order to distract you, so that my huntress could come and find you? We have to take you now, before you develope any further abilities and become a hassle. If you do manage to defeat her.. well come, face me at my tower and I promise to let your town go free, .. if you somehow manage to overcome me. For now, I wish you.."\n\n[[Good luck against the Huntress!]]

Tala dashed forward, charging at the pierced soldier aggressively. Swinging her longsword in a wild arch the guardcaptain sought to overwhelm the dark soldier.\n\nHowever, to everyones shock her rashness was quickly her downfall. She did get in quite a painful cut, a cut that would have caused almost any opponent to recoil from pain, and open them up for a follow up attack.. \nbut those strategies did not work on creatures whose will, whose existance was dedicated to serving one dark, twisted mistress, one dark queen, as Tala would soon learn herself. The strange.. -penis knobbed- was the best description for it, staff twirled around her legs after the rash charge, the mighty warrioress found herself falling, stopping her fall with a hand to be on all fours, and thats where the truly perfidious powers of the pole came to play.\n\nTala is an experienced warrior, you know that tripping her wont be enough, that said, apparently the dark warrior knew that too. After tripping her the soldier slaves staff was rammed into the ground, and with a strange splurching sound the phallic end.. released wicked, dark fluids. While their primarly purpose seemed to be to make Tala slip and fall, there was always a darker, more sinister plan at play with anything this magic involved.\n\nWhat was even stranger was that the Dark Soldier could walk on the fluids just fine, where Tala slipped, coughed, and cursed. The soldier approached Tala not to attack her directly, but to .. pull down her leather armor trousers that what.. wha.. !! you gasp, as do many(but too little you find.) of the other villagers, while Talas well trained, muscular thights and her unshaven sex come into view. The Soldierslave smirked, if its pierced anatomy was capable of expressing emotions.. and then proceeded with ramming the long, dark staff all the way into Talas exposed sex, wich caused a pained moan from her. Despite shuddering and at first squirming to get away you could see that the woman strangely.. remained in place, why? You could only guess the terrible answer, as the dark, slimey wickedness still spewed out of the other end of the staff, infusingtwisted pleasures no mortal may ever know into Tala. You can only iamgine how she might be 'suffering' now, one end dripping corruptive ooze upon her naked from, the other end firmly lodged within her.. indubitably oozing more. You really need to watch out for -this staff- if you ever find yourself fighting one of those pierced soldier-puppets.\n\nA few more moments pass, and Tala seems to . . just hold still and let herself be filled. A dark shard of your imagination makes you wonder more about what is happening to her, the thick, twisted slime swelling up her lower belly, spreading through her being, making her, unpierced as she may be, stand up all puppetlike herself, just like the soldier that defeated her, the guardcaptains eyes seeming empty and glassy, as the soldiers dark mistress proclaims, throning before you lot on the arena area.\n\n"She will become excellent soldierslave meat, her well trained body serving the dark Queen. Now, unless anyone else steps up to challenge our Queens rightful ownership of your bodies and souls, I shall proceed to take away your fears and worries, generous as I am, despite your pointless resistance."\nYou.. [[Step up to fight!]] .. no,you need to bide your time[[ you can't beat these things]]

You return.. no no, go to the school building. You are curious to find out what happens there, taking a peek at the lewd teacher.. suddenly, she notices you, just standing there, watching.\n<<set $Schooldays=1>>\nShe waves you in, as if you were actually invited and, though you do not want to, or need to, you step inside, smiling, nodding slightly to the kids subjected to this perverse education. More like conditioning and brainwashing, you muse to yourself.\n<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +20>>\n<<endsilently>>\n"Alright children, today we learn about the anatomy of an adult female slave, the prefered version of your Queens overall bodyshapes. The female form can be so rather enticing if I do say so myself. Now. I'd demonstrate things using my own body, but my modified shape is far superior. This is a pre-conversion body, we'll be learning about those first."\n\nShe explains, making you blink, wonder, hesitate as to why you are just standing there, so many eyes on you, but before you can question the situation further you hear a soft, but.. so hard to ignore command: "Undress"\n\nYou gasp... with all the adolescents in front of you the mere idea of this is perverse, yet.. suddenly you feel your hands moving on their own, pulling down your dress, your underwear, even removing your shoes until you are on complete display. Damn, she was one of the higher ranking creatures of the Dark Queen, able to command you just like that..\n\n"This class, is the apperance of an unfinished raw slave material." The twisted educator confirms, presenting you. "It has several spots that can be aroused, like.. these:" You feel warm, cruel hands grip your breasts professionally, prodding them up, presenting them. You don't want to get aroused by this, it is so emberassing, yet she is so incredibly skillfull.. "Of course your breasts will all be bigger when converted girls, you can prepare your breastgrowth if you properly take your medicine.." You moan slightly as she mercilessly continues with the rubbing, the inescapable pressure of your breasts being squeezed and presented. "As you can see, she, like you, is a slave of her pleasure, as long as I keep doing this she wont be able to move, or resist, as a good slave should, now, activity time, test her nipples, pinch them, test how sensitive she is, don't be shy, everyone."\n\nShe commands, and you gasp, wanting to say something, wanting to stop this perversity, but.. unable to as you watch the students, several of the men with budding erections walk up to you, as if it was normal, touching, pinching your nipples.. it hurts, but it feels so //good.// You feel so helpless before them..\n\n"Now the next area that is very sensitive is her ass." The teacher informs her class, making you gasp as you are turned around, your bottom presented. "Madison, can you bring me the ruler? Thanks, thats a good girl, now I'll show you once, and then you will repeat, alright?" She smirks to you, then, a hard, painful SLAP on your bottom, making you whimper, still, you are unable to move or resist as she pushes your ass back out in a presented position, making it easy for everyone to see your pussy, dark rose, and have full access to your bottom cheeks as she rubs along your nipples "Now kids, keep spanking her, don't worry if her ass grows red, cup it, feel it, enjoy it, thats what slaves are for, that what many of you will be for."\n\nShe nodded, and, then just went to her table, her mental dominion keeping you in position with her smirking, her tongue darting out, licking her lips as she observed the scene, watched her students progress, while your cheeks (Both of them) were red with humiliation. You close your eyes, bracing yourself for the spanking, hearing the wicked teacher rustle and search for something in her table - something more yet?- you managed to think, only to open your eyes in shock with the first impact of the ruler. You glance back.. she seems like a nice young woman, why'd she spank you so hard. Oh no, she is handing the ruler over and.. "Giaaah! oowww..." Despite your whimpering you can see the teacher nodding approvingly sometimes as.. .SLAP ... SLAP "Ahgnnn!" you gasp, "N.. no stop this.. oaaah" you whimper, as the teach pulls out a long syringe, with a blackish liquid out from under her table, smirking, you eye it with worry but are distracted by..\n\n"Miss Mara, why is her vagina getting all wet and puffy?" The perverter teacher smirked, then shook her head "No no no Madison, thats not the language we use here.. try again, you know better" .."Err, sorry miss Mara, why is this slaves slut pussy so puffy and wet and stuff?" She asked, then followed this up with another SPANK! "Ahnnn!!" you moaned, blushing in humiliation.\n"Well thats obviously because she enjoys your treatment, you should keep going, paint her little bottom red." \nYou cant help but wiggle, with what you hope is involuntarily, as you see the teacher come back up to you, smirk, brandishing the syringe, poking it into one breast of yours, then the other, then below your breasts, left, and right, it hurts, each time, but.. in a good way.. as does the spanking, such a good kind of hurt. Or perhaps by now you are just overwhelmed by your sensations. "Ooh.. oaaaah" you can only moan and whimper now, unable to escape the humiliation, the whole scene, and it seems to go on for so long, your sex dripping, your chest twitching and pounding, as finally you hear the perverter say:\n\n"Well then, it was a great day of learning, but our time is almost up." You sigh in relief. Did you really just help the Dark Queens training mehtods? The teacher continues: "Remember to commit how slaves like to be treated deep in your memory for when you become one yourself, now, you know what to say, don't you kids?" The whole class cheering.. and you can feel yourself being compelled to answer with them;\n\nMemory Cleaaaaar!\n[[You wake up.. again?]]

[[Look At Yourself]]\n

<<silently>>\n<<set $exploration = $exploration +1>>\n<<if $attack is 1>><<set $exploration = $exploration -1>><<endif>>\n\n<<endsilently>>\n<<if $exploration gte 2>>\n[[Meanwhile, elsewhere]]\n<<set $explorationend is 0>>\n<<endif>>\n<<if $explorationend is 1>>\nYou decide to head out, to investigate the countryside. There, the peaceful, rolling farms pass by you, as you travel the road for about an hour. Very few other travellers share the road, but none ever seem to be of any.. darker affiliation. As you continue off the street leading to your village the wildernis slowly encroaches around you.\n\nYou haven't found anything..odd, wich was definitly a good thing, so you allowed yourself a short moment to catch your breath, wandering by a calm little stream, watching over its crystal clear water.\nThough something is off, something, like a primal instinct tugging at the back of your mind..you hear it ... something is slithering, somewhere close.. you startle, looking around, there! Through the grass by the river, it's moving! Something long and sinuous- maybe a snake? It's getting closer ...\n\n<<if $attack is 1>>\nYou kick, well, flail at the snake wich looks kind of.. twisted and vile on closer examination, its fangs dripping with venom, its eyes an unnatural red. It lunges forward to strike!\nYou manage only to weakly kick at the snake, and it sinks its fangs deep into your leg! At first the pain is sharp, distracting, but then a deep pleasure and lethargy starts to spread as it pumps its venom into you ...\n"Owwwn! ahmnn.." you moan a bit suprised, almost dropping down. You sluggishly reach for the snake, trying to pull it off "I alreadysleepnstufff" you complain, yawning, reaching down desperately pulling you manage to yank the snake free of your leg and hurl it away. It lands in a tangle of coils, hissing angrily. It doesn't look ready to give up [[just yet ...]]\n<<endif>><<endif>>\n<<if $attack is 1>>\n\n<<if $explorationend is 2>>\nYou quickly twirl the large kitchen knife you borrowed, cutting downwards with a "eeep!" saving yourself from the nasty(and strangely vile looking snake). Well, this was more then enough to ruin your wanderlust for the countryside for now..\n\nYou still have some time left, you decide to..\n[[First things first, you need a weapon!]]\n[[Your mother wanted you to shop, might as well...]]\n[[Perhaps you can talk to Mari-el?]]\n[[You could investigate for hints around town]]\n<<endif>><<endif>>

Mariel is a 5'5 tall young woman, with long, well kept red hair, green eyes, and freckles all over her somewhat pale body, she has a playful smile, and has been your best friend for.. forever. Today she is wearing a long, flowery dress, together with her slightly teasing smile, that at the same time disarms and(just a little!) annoys you. You sometimes wonder if you both get along so well because you are both somewhat outsiders, but you don't overthink this, you've had many small adventures together, and you are ready for more! [[Back|Zilinas Tale]]

You sneak up to the two chests, feeling as if the crystal might be a trap you make sure to avoid looking at it. You open the first chest to find a collection of circa 10 inch long, thick, rubbery rod like shapes, picking one up you gasp as you realize what it is, and then barely stiffle a scream, feeling the .. thing.. slightly squirm in your grasp. You are afraid you know what these things are, and hope you'll never experience one up close.\n\nOpening the next chest you find several spikey, metallic objects, realizing how pierced the guards are you are starting to have a terrible, terrible suspicion. In these chests is.. conversion equipment, to turn normal people into... them. Perhaps you can take one of these spikes back to.. owww!\nAs you tried to reach for them one stung you in the finger, but thats not the strange part.. your finger, infact, half of your hand feels pleasantly numb after the pain subsides rather suddenly. Infact, you fight the urge to..\n\n[[Try and grab the needlepiercing again]], after all if you find out more about it, you might be able to disable those guardwomen and save your town somehow! Or do you rather not risk it, and just quickly sneak out of the tent to[[Return home]]

You step over to check on Victor, and as you do you notice to your shock that he is not doubled over in pain over some injury, but rather err.. furiously masturbating. You can see his uh.. manhood quite clearly, he moaning almost wantonly, seeming emberassed as you approach, Mariel, eeping slightly, staying shily behind you. "wh.. what are you doing Victor?" y\nYou gulp slightly, approaching, you notice that something seems,.. a little off, its more of a gut feeling really, and you are no expert on a male organ, but it looks rather painfully erect. \n\n"ah.. hmn.. she......ooh" he moans, barely intelligable, you notice you have been edging closer, the strangest urge compelling you to...\n[[Reach down and get a closer look]]\n[[Wait what? You'll back off and get the guard of course!]]

Days pass, wallowing in the mud ... you find that the through is regularly refilled with yummy pigfood, and you fill your belly every day. What a great life! Finally, you see someone approaching along the street.\nIt is a bit lonely in the mud.. finally someone to play with!\n\nAs they approach, they look ... almost familiar ... wearing a bright colored flowery dress they seem to be searching, a bit forlorn, almost as if missing someone or something and with a face you can almost, but not quite, remember. Not that they'll be looking that for long! You are just a pig after all, and peoples faces all look the same to you.\n\nThey'll look better with a pig snout anyway.. part of you tells you that the mud is important.. you grab a good chunk of it, then hide.. covered with mud, in the mud, waiting for them to pass by..and when they do.. hug timeee!\n\nThe traveller looks over the mud covered pig farm, sighing in a soft voice, and the starts to skirt the edge around the street, nearing you.\n\nYou jump to hug them.. and smear a good deal of mud onto their body, your arms sneaking under their robe.. while you rub yourself against the traveller!\nShe yelps, struggling against your piggie strength, while you smear the mud all over her, and grind against her backside. Your hands find that she hasn't got a nice mound like you ... she's a shemale.. some leftover corruption, indubitably, .. something is growing warm and hard under your piggie hands. It feels nice.\n \nYou wrestle her to the ground, tearing at her robe.. and, as soon as you get a chance, lick at her shecock.. of coure you don't want to eat it but you bet it tastes GREAT! "oink oink!"\n\n-Splat! Down she goes into the mud, your weight holding her down, even as she starts to turn pink and bulgy ... her cock firms up under your tongue, and tastes wonderful, especially with a bit of mud smeared all over it ...\nWich is just what you do, with a smirk, leaning to cover it in mud.. licking up the mud.. and repeating the process till the woman stops struggling, properly starts enjoying herself. With you oinking aroused through the process.. before remembering how hungry you were the first time, leading the newcomer to the through, of course also covered in mud, presenting it to her, while licking at your cock with this.. present of love to the womans new piglike identity.\n\nThe traveller snuffles and snorts through her newgrown snout, grabbing at the muddy food and greedily chomping down, her second set of breasts coming in nicely, her cock muddy and thick, piggy like in your mouth, causing you to smirk more, oinking, covering the womans breasts in mud and licking it up too, rubbing yourself against her while rolling in the mud with you, removing the remains of her robe, oinking and snorting eagerly, suckling on her piggy cock.\n\nShe orgasms finally, cumming in your mouth and down your throat. As she does, her corrupted seed filling your belly, you feel your groin churn, your own heavy piggy cock and balls pushing out, making you a shemale piggirl too. The new sow oinks happily and rolls over, presenting her pink rear and curly tail for you to claim.\n\nDrinking up your yummy meal, snorting, before stepping to lick, then mount the new sows juicy ass, oinking contendly, pushing her into the mud again as you take her.. not that she minds the muddiness anymore..\nShe squeals in pleasure, wiggling in the mud, as you fuck her, her reasons for coming gone and forgotten, just like yours ... another happy piggie in the mud.\n\n\n// And with that Zilinas story ended, having fallen to the mud she became nothing more then a happy piggiegirl slave, kept to produce consumable food for the more ravenous C and D class warriors of the Dark Queens world. She was happy to serve, and happy to be served, one day, after becoming a Rank F Piggieslave.//\n[[Zilinas Tale]]\n<<silently>>\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 0>>\n<<endsilently>>

In the coming days the workslave looked normal outwardly, perhaps a bit paler, but inside it was changed. Most of its body died, its metabolism was not needed, the queens dark magic would power it, give it strength beyond what its frame indicated. It returned to its family, and though they noticed it being //off// they didnt get alarmed fast enough to stop their own blissful conversion into workforce and basic combat slaves, a fact that filled it with happiness, all of its friends and relatives got to find a place under the Dark Queens rule, just like it had.\n\nIt secretly dreamed of pushing the dildo in and out of itself, enjoying the bliss of being fully converted, but for now it needed its thoughts, a mask, for now.. soon, soon mistress Ulayas mission would be finished, and it would not need any memories anymore, it could just be workslave, fullfill its destiny.\n\n"Field Report, Slave Ulaya, at your service Corruptor Bathory. \nThe Village of Oleandar was taken, all of its populus was converted into Rank F or E, no problems whatsoever. Moving on to the next village, humbly requesting the aid of a Hunterslave, as in this village a potential Rank D was reported by our preliminary examination."\nThe Dark skinned, leatherclad woman reported, then ordered:\n"Slave pack up, you will assist as workforce, villagers are less startled by those freshly converted that still have more of a semblance of humanity in their apperance."\nIt obeyed.\n\n// And with that Zilinas story ended, she became one of many unthinkingly obediant workslaves Rank F, the slaves for menial tasks for the Dark Queen. Her existance unending, obediant bliss. The highpoint of her existance, a few decades later, was when she cleaned the dark queens personal chambers, and actually met her godess, the reason for her existance in person for a brief moment.//\nRasha nods at you "I hope you understood this cautionary tale, or perhaps I need to retell [[Zilinas Tale]]"\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 0>>

<<set $attack = $attack+1>>\n<<set $arousal= $arousal+20>>\nYou excuse yourself and .. well, flee is the best word for it from the farmers house. You can't help but feel strangely strengtened by the ..milk, and you could swear your dress was tighter around your chest area, your breasts feeling warm.. full. Either way, you make the long way home, a bit annoyed at how little you archieved today, as you fall into your bed exhaustedly..\n[[Meanwhile, elsewhere]]

//A long time later...//\n\n"I'm all so proud of you." Mistress Mara smiled, sitting infront of a specially constructed chair.. see through, to show the slave lying underneath it, dozing in warm relaxation.\n\n"But nonetheless, it is time for you to be assigned to conversion, we'll go alphabetical." She nodded, pinching the third row of nipples of her little playslaves modified body, causing a few drops of milk to gather at it. \n\n"To celebrate, you'll get a good glass of milk as a goodbye from our dear mascot one last time" She indicated, her slave getting up, standing up, moving over to the students with a tray of empty glasses, beaming dopely at them all.\n\n"Andrews, Rank E Warrior." A young man nodshrugging, it seems he was content with this, looking over to the slave that helped educate him and entertain them all. "Gonna miss you cowey. I'll make sure to protect your kind from all those wicked liberating forces that still resist us." He leaned forward, suckling some milk straight from the source.\n"Falri, Rank E Warrior Overseer." The woman grinned, stepping up, and commanded:\n"Thanks miss Mara.. Milk yourself for me slave." The Slavecow nodded obediantly, stroked her lowest row of breasts, squeezing, soon dripping a yummy amount of milk into the glass, handing it over.\n\n"Charlene.. Rank F work slave" The Milkslave moved over to her next, Charlene looking unhappy "but.. but you said I was intelligent and great material!" \n\n"Dear, the Queens intellect exceeds your own by far, yes?"\n\n"of course teacher..."\n\n"So if she had need of you she'd make use of you.. it seems however deep down you have a greater urge to be submissive slaveflesh, don't you?"\n\n"Ye.. yes mam.. I think.. its due to the lessons you gave us, watching how happy this horny cow looked all the time, but you are right.."\n\n"So, You will become a simple workslave, and succumb to your submissive urges." Mara commanded, Charlene moaning slightly, bowing.\n\n"Understood.. let this workslave milk her fellow slave in preparation for her conversion..." she intonated obediantly, reaching out to caresssqueeze the middle row of the milkslaves breasts, helping herself to the delicous drink..\n\n// And with that Zilinas story ended, with her as an assistant milkslave, serving Mara as a demonstration object as well as for entertainment. Though she was only a Rank F workerslave she had quite the high calling, at least thats what she felt like.. and her breasts were always so amazingly full.\n\nRasha nods at you "I hope you understood this cautionary tale, or perhaps I need to retell [[Zilinas Tale]]"\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 0>>

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@@color:crimson;letter-spacing:2px;font-size:1em; "Dark Reversal" @@ You heard yourself chant, as your hands drew an inverted version of the rune Ulaya created. The womans expression changing from suprise and worried to one of pure shock, as you realized: //A simple mind control spell, she put a lot of effort into it, but that doesn't mean I can't counter it.//\n<<set $zilina = 2>>\nA wave of shadowy energy, not much unlike what the crystal used on you before, emanated from Ulayas floating dark orb, however, this time it didn't hit you at all.\nThe energy gathered infront of you, forming a dark sphere before you. Ulaya stared in disbelieve, slightly shaking her head..\n\n"D..don't.." but you reacted, guided by your anger. She took Mariel from you, made her into a mindless puppet. SHE DESERVES THIS! You pushed your hand forwards, the energy bursting forth, hitting Ulaya, knocking her back and into the dirt.\n\n"Haah.. haah.. " you panted, slowly stepping towards Ulaya. She still looked the same, though her eyes where empty. Glassy. As you approach she slowly sat up. "Mistress, how may I serve you?" She asked in a monotonous voice.\n\nIt seemed her spell had backfired upon her, and you yourself feel.. strange powers. Lacking any better idea you decided to [[Sneak back to your room with Ulaya]]\n<<set $power=1>>\n<<set $arousal =10>>\n

You have to spread your legs and obey. Time seems slow around you, slower then usual, or perhaps she speaks so fast all of a sudden, no, her voice is still slow and monotonous, perhaps its your thoughts that slowed down. Yeah. Thats it. A slavegirl needs no fast thougts, only obediant thoughts.\n\n"Good slave, watch the crystal, obey" You look into the crystal, feeling something rubbery, warm, and slightly wet rub against your sex, pushing against your opening slightly. You panic inwardly as this thing is about to take your virginity, but the crystal is so soothing that panic has a hard time of really.. affecting you. Something is given to you, you take it, without thinking, looking at it distantly.. its a thick, dark dildo, though it feels strangely alive within your hand. A part of you wants to gasp and drop it as you see an eye open atop of it, but before you can panick the monotonous commands are back.\n\n"Put this into her. obey." You find yourself reaching towards the woman infront of you, she already having spread her legs.. good.. she obeys. You need to obey too, put the dark dildo into her pussy, let your mistress control her.. you think thoughts that feel comforting, even if they are not your own. You like being comforted. You want to think more thoughts that are not your own, even if it worries you somehow.\n\n"Good slave, open mind, open body, as you feel it push into your body, it pushes into your mind, understood" she asks.. well, more commands, pushing the dildo inside of you.\n"un.. understood". You mutter, feeling the dildo press against your virginity "You don't think. You don't answer. You Obey" you are chided, causing you to instantly press out "I Obey!!" and with that you feel the dildo push into you, a part of you becoming silent whilst your own hand, almost mechanically, pushes the dildo in your hand deep within that other womans sex, you think you know her, Magda, the bakers wife, not that you've ever seen her.. this close, not that it matters, as you hear yourself whimpering helplessly, feeling the dark, twisted dildo invade your body deep, and mercilessly for your first time.\n\n"The rod of your queen will take away your worries, one thrust, one thought at a time, obey" the slave behind you commands, and.. what can you do, of course you can only answer "I obey!" And you are not alone, several others starting in the 'obey' choir, as the dark dildos push in and out of them, though you have no time to look at them, you have to look at the crystal, fill yourself with programming as the dildo takes away your thoughts, you need to be filled.. filled by the dark rod of your Queen.\n\nYou moan sensually, noticing that after just a few thrusts your thrusting, no, everyones thrusting has synchronized, its almost a chant, the slavegirls go first, telling you to empty and obey, then you.. no.. you feels wrong.. then.. new slavegirls go second, obeying. Its just such a sweet, soothing rythm, Mistress Ulaya watching her slaves being processed, you think she has a bit of an evil smirk on her face, but a rough thrust of the dildo pushes that thought right out of your head. Mistress Ulaya is a perverter of your Queen. You will obey her. \n\n"climax, cum, pump out your free will slave, obey" you are commanded by the slavesister behind you and of course you try to answer that you obey, but you cannot focus, the dildos tendrils wiggling in your sex, as it is launched deep within you you welcome it with your naughtyjuices, you feel so blissful, so nice as all your concerns drown away...... b.. by its sides it sees fellow workslaves cum, and it feels happiness. They obey, just as it does. Obeying is good. Thats just the fundamental truth of its existance. It hears the Perverter of the queen speak up now.\n\n"You will go back to your families, you will not show them your beautiful, emptied eyes, you will pretend nothing happened, if you are questioned you will answer That I just talked to you about the beauty of the queen, if they doubt my intentions they can come here, and check for themselfs. Under no circumstances are you to let them see or worse remove the rod of conversion from inside you.Obey, and you will be fully converted to slaveflesh soon, now go back to your loving homes"\n\nOf course, this slave [[obeyed the command]] without thinking.

<<set $conversion1=1>>\nAs you make your way into the city you find you are not too upset. Should you be upset? You feel like you should be upset. You have an innate sense of something being wrong, but.. you don't know why.\nYeah. You look around, its not like anything is unusual, the market place, the city hall, the slaves being processed in the dark dome of the conversion hall, overseen by the nice snake lady.\n<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +20>>\n<<endsilently>>\n"Oh hello."one of the processed slave girls, pale, very short hair, cute b cup breasts, a short loincloth, soft, but glassy eyes and a slightly distant, obediant smile approaches you.\n\n"Uh.. do I know you?" You inquire, the slavegirl chuckling "I'm Davia.. err.. Davion, I was called Davion. I used to fancy you before my conversion. The Queen prefers female slaves, so they fix the young ones, where possible, during conversion, and turn the older ones into beast slaves"\n\nYou hesitate. Somehow this sounded.. wrong.\n"Davion.. but. uh" you hesitate, the girl-slave smiling "Wrong? It can't be, it IS our Queens will you know. "I guess, so, still, Davion, don't you..."\n\nAs you where chatting the snakelike overseer.. Nerva, that was her name, of course you knew her.. came over.\n"Ah, Zilina, you returned." she hissed, knowingly, smirking ever so slihgtly.\n"You seem interested in this place, perhaps, you wish to take a closer look, I could give you a tour.."\n\nYou can't help but cast a glance over to the intimidating little fortress that has.. uh.. you feel like it has always been there, you feel so.. unworried, and everyone going in comes out afterwards with the same, happy smile, you can almost see yourself wandering in, exploring and..\n\nYou shake your head slightly, where did this .. vision? Come from... you can feel your eyes drawn to the calm, soothing snakewomans gaze, but you hesitate, softly shaking your head being all you manage right now.\n"No? Perhaps you really are a higher ranking one. I'll have to observe how you act after a few more days of the cycle." The snake woman pondered, nodding to herself. You wanted to respond, ask her what she ment by that, but, before you could you felt suddenly dizzy, as she commanded.. "And then, you cleared your mind again!"\n[[You wake up.. again?]]

You two follow Davion towards your Villages little marketplace, a small commotion happening right there as you arrive, and as you close in you see the reason for it too: A [[Leatherclad Woman]] her clothing hard to distinguish from her equally dark skin, behind her, a large tent is being set up by almost inhumanely pale, [[almost nude women]], covered barely by the same dark leather. Finally two passive looking, heavily pierced women seem to be standing [[guard]] infront of the tent. \n\nOne of the towns guardsmen is there, watching the strange women and her servants, standing back, unsure what to do without the captain. As you two try to get a little closer you hear hushed mumbling and rumours from the crowd, something about a 'dark queen', the townspeople watching from a nervous distance, as the woman steps foward, confident, extending her hands invitingly, one of the workslaves stepping to her side, kneeling down, holding a small chest while she explains to you.\n\n"Your town has been chosen, do not fear us, do not fear //her// we merely come to provide you guidance, we will defend ourselfs if attacked, but we wish none of you harm, we care for you." her words sounding.. oddly compelling.\n"Now, please, people of Oleanda, take a look at the gifts my Queen can bring to you." she opened the chest, and, with all eyes transfixed on her curiously, pulled out a strange, multi facetted crystal, about a fist in size, giving out a dark, almost glossy sheen, a sort of antilight, wich made the womans voluptoous form all the more pleasing to the eye, her skin, unnaturally dark, promising sins and delight err..\n\nYou pry your eyes off of her, to see that you are not the only one staring. Several men and women stare, their eyes seeming even a bit vacant, one or two even drooling. The men all have a raging erection, and several suddenly wander off unexplainedly. The women stay, seeming to wait for.. something, something... something... wonderful.. your eyes are drawn back to the crystal.. as the chest is suddenly closed again. \n\n"Please, everyone, if you have questions or doubts, feel free to follow me inside the tent, everything will be explained.. and make sense there" the woman says, stepping into the large tent, two guards opening its entrance, as you risk a peek you think you can see a little sort of.. shrine inside. Mariel looks at you "thi.. this is way too weird. You know what Zil, I'll go home, tell dad about this." with a blush that may hide what she really thinks she quickly retreats, leaving you to think about this situation on your own. On the one hand getting back home and not getting into trouble with these.. strangers sounds like a rather good idea, on the other hand, if you could find out more about whats inside the tent.. There is a line of women going into it right now, only a few staying outside, whispering to each other, its not like you going in as well would draw any undue attention.\n\n[[Better get back home]]\n[[Try and take a look inside]]

Deva

You make your way downstairs, you can hear the hammering of your [[father]] from the forgery, he always likes to work when something bothered him. Mariel keeps asking how you can sleep with the hammering, but really, it was something you grew up with, so it never bothered you much. Did ruin a lot of potential fun sleepovers for Mariel though..\n\nYou also hear noises from the kitchen, checking on them you see your mother, seemingly just returned, now preparing dinner, she smiles over to you, asking\n"Hey sweetie, want to help me cook?"\n\nYou could [[help her cook]]\nOr you could excuse yourself to then\n[[Sneak out to the marketplace]]\n[[Sneak out to check on Mariel]]

You make your way out onto the streets, your mind wrapped in uncertainty. You make your way first to the marketplace infront of the Townhall.. and you gasp in shock. There, lying on the ground, is a shattered, dull looking peace of glass, as if from some sort of ball.. you reach to pick it up, and as you touch it you can feel a lingering.. malignant will.. a desire to own you, so faint and weak now, yet still there.\n\nDropping it in shock you finally admit what you felt.. knew deep down. This was -no- dream. You know that with certainty now, but.. why are you the only one remembering? Are you the only one? What can you do all on your own?\n<<set $explorationend =1>> <<set $snakeloss= 1>>\n[[First things first, you need a weapon!]]\n[[Your mother wanted you to shop, might as well...]]\n[[Perhaps you can talk to Mari-el?]]\n[[You could investigate for hints around town]]\n[[You could investigate for hints around the countryside]]

What you really need to know is what she wanted to do to you. You glare at the spellbound woman afraid of or perhaps... just a little bit excited by the potential answers. No one in your village had paid you THAT much attention after all. Your expression softening at the thought. More worried, your voice more tentative. "What... What were you going to do to me? What were you going to make me do?" you ask cautiously, still unsure if you are looking forward to, or afraid of the answer. \n\n"Originally the plan was to simply turn you into slaveflesh, propably rank F, judging by your lack of physical capability, however, your power allowing you to resist influences of the Dark Queen displays potential to become a higher ranked, much stronger slave, like me, or even a huntress. Your ability is troublesome however, and only one Huntress has been sent as reinforcement for me. I recommend you let me call for reinforcements to ensure you can be processed efficently and pleasurably, mistress." It seemed you had her under total control, but the queens indoctrination still kept its sway over her.\n\nThe kneeling dominatrix smiled up to you, expectantly. You could try asking her more questions, but it seems clear what is going on, what you need to know, is how to stop it. So you ask.\n\n"Stop it? You can't stop it. I can't stop it, the will of the queen is absolute. Well, My mistress, Lady Bathory, a rank B Arch-Corruptrix might be able to spare your village, and let them be, but for one, why would you be so cruel as to take away the beauty of servitude for them, for two, she is unlikely to do such..."\n\nIt seems Zilina might have to risk letting this woman..\n[[Contact her superiors?]]\nor should she[[ask another question first?]]

You muster what confidence you can, and step in the way of the slavegirl and the men she herds, before they can reach the tent and guard.\n\n"You there..." you hesitate, trying to decide your next course of action. Lets face it, you are not the most intimidating person.. "Where are you bringing them?"\n\nThe Pale girl eyes you, then responds "You are not converted. Once you are I am happy to obey and answer." You sigh, eyeing her, then suddenly have an idea.\n\n"What are you not allowed to tell me before .. er.. conversion" You ask the slave, and, your lucky guess actually works, as she answers. "That the weaker men are being brought to the farms to be processed into pigslave workforce."\n\nShe eyes you with cold, empty(so sweetly obediant) eyes, seeming to want to continue on. You decide you have no choice but let her, the guard is looking over right now. Plus the men all seem to be under her control, and what could you really do to physically stop all of them? You decided to better slip back into the shadows and..\n[[Return home]]

<<silently>>\n<<set $exploration = $exploration +1>>\n<<endsilently>>\n<<if $exploration gte 2>>\n<<set $explorationend = 0>>\n[[Meanwhile, elsewhere]]\n<<endif>>\n<<if $explorationend is 1>>\nStanding upon the marketplace you decide, yes, Mari-el always helped focus your thoughts. You'd search her out, hoping she'd not think you crazy. However, you are just on the way to your friend, as, through an opened window you hear a loud, sensual moan..\n\nYou decide to examine the situation sneakily, only to see that there, in the comliness of her own home, you can see a woman. The floor and bedsheets she rests upon are splattered with cum; most of it bears the purpleish tinge of the dark queens corruption, and it could only have come from the 7-inch cock between her legs, wich she is frantically pumping with her hands, whimpering and moaning in mingled despair and lust.\n\nYou gasp in shock upon the display. It was no dream, no.. no dream at all! Infact, the town was still affected by some twisted corruption. As you ponder this you hear the womans voice rising up in a cry of climax. You decide to sneak away, rather then watching her add even more cum to the puddle she is laying in, as she remains blissfully unaware of your peeping. You rush off, unsure what to do, what to think, your cheeks flushed in emberassment as you go.\n\nYou don't feel like talking to Mari-el anymore after.. this scene, what could you possibly say? What would you two talk about? 'Oh and yeah, that odd dream you might have had? Totally real. Just saw a woman literally cum her brains out, would you believe it?'\n<<set $arousal=$arousal+10>>\nYou still have some time left, you decide to..\n[[First things first, you need a weapon!]]\n[[Your mother wanted you to shop, might as well...]]\n[[You could investigate for hints around town]]\n[[You could investigate for hints around the countryside]]\n<<endif>>

IN THE NEXT EPISODE !\n\n~Meanwhile, if you enjoyed this, why not check out my other lewdities on the blog:\n\n[[http://pervyfantasyproductions.blogspot.com/]]\n\nOr, if you really luv what I'm doing and want me to do MOAR! You could become my patreon, here:\n\n[[https://www.patreon.com/Pervyfantasyproductions]]\n\nMore Money earned through writing lewdities-> Less time I need doing boring RL work -> more time for more lewdities!\n\n[[To be continued]]

Ulaya followed you, rather compliant, her eyes as obediant-lifeless as one of the zombieslaves she had attacked your town with, attacked you, threatened to turn everyone.. Yeah, she deserves all of this.\n\nYou can steel your resolve more easily remembering what had happened. As you walk through your living room you see your mothers glassy eyes... not quite gone, but clearly indoctrinated by the Dark Queens forces. No one stopped you on your way here, no one questioned you, or rather, questioned Ulaya. Well.. First things first. You lead the Creature up to your room.\n\nUlaya kneels down, unasked, as you reach your room, looking up at you, expectantly. Waiting for your guidance. Something about this sends a twisted, erotic tingle down your spine. You have the first chance to examine the dark leather clad woman up close. She is actually quite beautiful, in a dark, corrupted way. Well, time for the interrogation, you figure! You remind yourself, that if you hadn't somehow reversed the spell cast on you, it'd be you kneeling down now, unlikely to be treated with any dignity.\n\nIt was creepy. Bringing someone completely new home and mother not saying anything. Whatever this woman did it was potent. Taking a deep breath as you close your door, alone with your attacker, spellbound by her own magic. With the rush of danger gone you can take in every detail while you compose your thoughts and figure out what you want from her.\n\nYou first decide to ask..:\n[[What are you doing to this town?]] [[What is your goal?]] [[What did you want from me?]]\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $Zilina = 1>>

My Name is Rasha C. Undon, priest of the Creator and I'm here to tell you about the blight that spreads through our lands. Be aware that the tale is rather grim, so only adults should stay and listen. What I will tell you might disturb the weak of heart, a grim tale of minds lost, bodies changing, the innocent turning into twisted mockeries of the pure bodies our Creator bestowed upon us.\n\nHave those faint of heart left us now? Well then, how do I best explain to you the corruption of the woman known as Lady Shadowhand, most likely known to you as the Shadowqueen, the Dark Mistress, or more foul names.. ah yes.\n\nIt is easy to forget that her twisted.. soldiers, and creatures where all beings like you and me, though she seems to have a method for determining what they will pervert you into, each and everyone of us could become a footsoldier in the dark ones ranks. To better understand this I'll tell you a little tale, the tale of Zilina Eschwalt, I'll ask you to imagine you where her, and act like you would, how to begin, ah yes..\n\nZilina is a mostly ordinary young woman. She has long, very dark black hair with almost a blue sting, and calm, blue eyes. A bit small with 5'3, slightly tanned from wandering outside, helping her mother with gardening, not caring for the hard work of her fathers Smithery. She is friendly towards others, though her headstrong and uncompromising personality sometimes clashes with her small circle of friends.\nShe has ordinary dreams and ambitions, but this all is about to change at the day of the slow invasion\n[[Zilinas Tale]]\nOr perhaps you want me to skip ahead a bit?\n[[To Zilinas awakening|Zilina woke up from her nightmare]]\nOr \n[[To the interrogation(warning, near end of current content!)|Sneak back to your room with Ulaya]]\n\n\n\n<<set $zilina = 0>>\n\n\nCredits and Thanks(put at the beginning until I finish things properly!):\nTabico for the basic story idea that inspired this game\nTheMadExile for Twine source code help\nMy roleplaying partners for inspiration for various scenes/Characters:\nEndsbeginning, Ateius, Ashuramarsh, razgrize01, infernalwarlock\nAuthors note: I intendfor the version number to be represantative of my progress in the game, aka v0.21->\nGame is 21% done, but as the number of naughty ideas I want to incorporate goes up faster then the storyline writing does, so does the progress to adjust for this.\n

These Women have strange, rather painful looking piercings, beyond what should be comfortable, they are dressed up similiar to the slaves, though they additionally have weapons, and some protective gear, wich seems more like a perverted sex fantasy outfit then a real armor or uniform. \nTheir openly displayed breasts are pierced, not just their nipples, but a line of.. spikey metal rods penetrating their upper, supple flesh, the same spikes decorating their arms and legs, their flesh is pale, their gaze focused but.. empty, for lack of a better word. They don't look overly muscular but still, you think you'd rather not pick any fights with one of them without dire need.\n\n[[Back|"I guess we better take a look?"]]

You look into the crystal. It's so.. fascinating, and all day you've felt.. a certain need. Before you even fully realize it your eyes are transfixed upon the dark crystals non light, you instinctively know what to do. First you have to disrobe.\n\nYou feel your clothes dropping onto the floor. \n\nThen, next, you have to walk to the chest, get out the rod of conversion, insert it in your pussy so it can seal away your thoughts, and turn you into a workslave for the Dark Queen.\n\nYou walk to open the left chest, finding the desired item within, a thick, rubbery, almost alive feeling dildo wich you push deep into your sex, taking your own virginity without hesitation, wincing at the slight pain, soon replaced by sweet, happy obediance, all the time your eyes never leave the crystal. The Crystal was nice. The Crystal told you the truth.\n\nYes, you are a good slave, this is why you came here, to enslave yourself, to obey. Now the rod will inserts its tendrils deep into your warm flesh tunnel, directly into your nervous system. making sure you obey as sleeper agent, until later on when you can be properly converted. Now the only thing left for you is to open your mind, let the dark queen in, become a thing in her servitude, and stop being you.\n\nIt moans eagerly, the dark rod lodged firmly within it as it kneels down, accepting to be enslaved by the dark queen, soon, mistress Ulaya, a rank D perverter serving under the Dark Queen, but of course far above this working slave still returned, only to find the new slave kneeling there, waiting in bliss. She smiled slightly, remembering her own willing conversion, and ordered the slave to pretend it was still normal, to return to its family, till a point where this Village was properly under the Queens control. Of course Slave.. [[obeyed the command]]

Mariel leads you to a sideroom behind the main hall, a guestroom for visitors to the town, fully equipped with bed, table, cupboard and a small bath. As she enters she immediatly turns around, attempting to kiss you, however before she can you already got the jump on her, pushing her onto the bed. Now you definitly know that something is wrong with her, because instead of fighting your forceful advance she opens up for it, presenting herself almost. That is until you reach for that dark, twisted rod within her. The moment you reach for it and try to pull it out Mariel she struggles against you, pushing violently, but you got the element of suprise right now. As she tries to push you away she accidentially helps you out, helps pull the dark dildo out of her. It is actually quite solid and.. stuck in your friend, making this like pulling a vegetable out of frozen soil, dark, tendrillike roots extending from the dark shaft, making you shiver in disgust and wonder what would have been if this thing had remained in mariel. You throw it away roughly, then check on your friend.\n\nMariel seems a bit dazed, mumbling "Zi.. zilina.. this thing.. it was telling me things about m.. the queen.. it .. urgh.. thanks for pulling it out, I can think clearly again.. more or less."\nShe seems rather exhausted, you decide to stay with her, though she falls asleep almost immediatly after thanking you. You walk over and crush the dark rubbery thing under a heavy chairleg, hoping that this will.. stop the thing, though it seemed rather resilent. \nNothing good can come out of this twisted thing. With one last look at the sleeping Mariel you decide to return to the meeting, being with your friend is important but she seems safe right now, and if these corruptive strangers will be thrown out of the town you want to be part of it, thats the best way to ensure your friends safety, after all. You [[Return to the townmeeting]]

You climb over the fence, only to find out that, yes, mud is suprisingly slippery. The sow eyes you with animalistic calm while you hold on to the fence, trying to maintain your balance while investigating this dark orb.\n\nYou could propably make it to the orb, but you'd risk slipping and ruining your dress. You could reevaluate the situation and simply go <<back>>.\n\nNo, you aren't scared of a little muckyness. You start to push your way through the mud. However, the mud clings to your feet and causes you to stumble and fall. Splat! Up close, it smells even worse. Well, it is a pig farm after all. Though it does feel cool and refreshing on your skin...\n \nYou mieep at the splatting, great, so much for your dress.. you try to de-mud yourself a bit with an ickied expression "buaaah.. mud" you grml, pondering if this dark crystal thing is really worth it.\n\nYes. You decide, something is off about the mud, you turn to climb back out and..\nSplat! Down you go again, face-first. It ... doesn't smell as bad this time. In fact, you even like it a little, and it feels *so* nice on your curly tail..\n\nYou cough, something nagging at the back of your head, though you are distracted by the.. digusting smell? Your eyes wander to your curly pink tail."W.. what?" you quickly struggle to get up again, with the power of an adrenaline shock this time. "What is this mud.."\n \nIt clings to you, cool and refreshing. Your tail twitches when you touch it, and the lovely aroma of the mud surrounds you, leaking into your nose ... you watch it covering your hand. You lean in, inhaling its earthlike, rich scent "hmnn this isn't too bad, perhaps I can walk through.. wait! a tail! something is wrong! I have to.. get out.. yes.."\n[[Get out fast!]] [[No, first get rid of the mud!]]\n

"Really? Come on, you are better than this. Your one question and you waste it on something like this?\n\nAlright, alright, a truthful answer, as promised.\nI -cannot- do otherwise, my dear. The will of the Queen is absolute and she wills for us to conquer this world for her. Even if I were to spare you now, I'd simply attempt to conquer you at a latter date.. but I am not inclined to do such, not after learning of a potential like you in this place. Higher ranking slaves are strong.. but just as rare and valuable. \n\nAnyway, if you wish to know the reasons of this conquest, why, my dear you'll have to ask the queen herself. If you somehow make it to my rank, you may be graced with her presence once or twice in your life, but if she deems you worthy to speak, I can not tell." Ulaya, no, the woman posessing Ulaya chuckled.\n\n"By the way, you realize my dear, the main reason I kept you talking was in order to distract you, so that my huntress could come and find you? We have to take you now, before you develope any further abilities and become a hassle. If you do manage to defeat her.. well come, face me at my tower and I promise to let your town go free, .. if you somehow manage to overcome me. For now, I wish you.."\n\n[[Good luck against the Huntress!]]

You return, just as the votes conclude, Tala and several others seeming upset.. there was no majority for violent actions to get the invaders out of your village?\nSeveral people are arguing, saying there is no need for such actions. You can kind of understand this mindset, somehow this queen at least didn't seem to want to hurt anyone, just.. invade? \n\nAs you listen to the chatter a voice suddenly raises above all others, making you look over to find that it belongs to the ebony clad woman, having entered the city hall unhalted.\n\n"I see that some of you are upset with our occupation here. It is your village, and if you truly want us gone we will leave, however, I think that many are not too afraid of the beautiful blessings of our Dark Lady" You hear several shouts of cheer to your suprise.. was this part of the dark magic in place?\n"So instead I suggest a competition. Everyone that is truly opposed to our extended friendly visit here, come out to the marketplace right now, the workslaves are already preparing a battleground. It is only fair after all, if you cannot beat my guards, how can you throw us out?" It seems that most people just nod to the wisdom in the womans words, and she does sound convincing, but, unlike most, you can't help but notice a certain dark threat in her words..\n\nAfterwards she moved out, leaving most people to strangely agree that this tournament sounded like the most reasonable course of action, you think you hear two women by your side whisper "This way she can find good warriorslaves to protect us." whilest smiling vacantly, but you sure hope that was just your imagination. Well, it seems that you have no choice, if you want to free the town you will ...\n<<if $painslut gte 1>><<silently>><<set $normalend = "no" >><<endsilently>>Wait.. wait.. a tournament? that reminds you of something. Your cock twitches in joy as you remember your orders. You have to[[go somewhere first]] <<endif>>\n<<if $normalend eq "yes">>[[Go to this Tournament]]<<endif>>

Yes. You have to go. Have to go meet mistress, right before the tournament, when the perverter Ulaya is busy. \n\nYou move to the guardtent, seeing three guards standing infront of it, and some workslaves preparing what looks like a battleground, not that you pay much attention to this, you walk up to a specific guard, and tell her as instructed..\n\n"..mistress.. some of the potential slaves are acting up. I need your assistance subduing them, please follow me.\n\nAfter wich you lead her to a secluded spot, smiling distantly. As you kneel down you open up the pierced guards robes, kneeling before her, she does not resist as you remove her piercings one by one, though she does shake her head a bit distractedly at first, before she can focus upon you, looking down. "Oh. ah! Yes, my puppet" \n\nShe smirked, while you felt that delicious, warming pain again as you pierced yourself with the dark metallic rods, offering your flesh, well not to the dark queen in this case, but to her, the woman above you right now, your new mistress. She snips, and your body springs to live under her, moving to worship her, lifing the short, dark leather skirt the guardwoman wears to lean forward, suckling on her deliciously corruptive cock, letting it talk to you, help you understand your place, your position, in worshipping this dark, mighty shaft. \n\nSoon your new mistress, for that is the only name you will come to know her by, leads you away, to a secluded area, where no darkspawn would find you two, and you could service the guard that enslaved you until the end of times.\n\n// And with that Zilinas story ended, she was turned into an obediant puppet under the former Rank E guardslave, though, perhaps they where not as safe from the Dark Queen as they suspected, and she merely let them hide and enjoy their own little world to amuse herself? Who knows.\nRasha nods at you "I hope you understood this cautionary tale, or perhaps I need to retell [[Zilinas Tale]]"\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 0>>\n

<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +10>>\n<<set $painslut = +1>>\n<<endsilently>>\nYou reach for the needle again. You don't even know why, but before you can stop yourself you feel it pricking your numbed finger once more. You gasp softly, pulling the needle up and out of your finger, though to your suprise, no blood comes out of the wound, your skin is clearly punctured but it.. seems only to have become a little more pale around the wound.\n\nYou look at your finger mesmerized. The numbness is strange, you try rubbing, then pinching your hand, the pinch hurts.. but then feels so.. good... making you groan softly.\n\nGasping inwardly you think back, if you remember right after all, the guards where pierced all over, you wonder how it would feel, having your nipples pierced, your body a slave to the metal, your.. no no, this is wrong. Its propably that Crystal, its light shining on you even if you don't look directly at it, it is messing with your head! You try to shake yourself up and get up just in time to see the pierced guardslave, startled by your prior noise, enter the tent. You panic as she sees you with the needle in your hand, she rushes forward, suprisingly quick, and, as you raise your arm to block her assault and fight her off, takes the needle and then everything explodes in pleasure and pain, as the long, thin needle is embedded into your left breast violently. \n\nTrying to catch your breath you are too late to react as the guardwoman, with practiced precision, pulls out several needles from the chest, you try to fight her off, but you feel a little numb, and she moves with almost unnatural speed and strength, thus quickly/lustfully needles are imbedded into your arms, wich fall to your side, numb, and growing a bit pale from the many needlestings. You try to move them, and they do, but not at your command.., not at your command at all, reaching to pull open and away your clothing, before staying behind your back, presenting yourself involuntarily by pushing out your chest slightly. Its as if these twisted piercings control you now, you realize horrified, and maybe just a tiny bit aroused.\n\nYou try to get up, but the guard pushes down your shoulders, pulling away her skirt you see that..\nA thick, almost 10 inch long male organ, dripping a strange, black ichor, is hanging half erect between her legs distracting you with its twisted sight as two needles impale your legs, making you unable to move much all, with the woman towering above you cooing\n\n"Don't scream, else I'll pierce your tongue too.. I am so lucky"\nBefore you can respond she goes on "You see, these piercings.. they turn us into mindless puppets, lucky for me they ended a little short on me when they snatched me up in the last village, and they wont fix that tonight So now I'm a puppet, but my mind is free, and I find a tasty morsel like you all alone" she coos, prompting you to moan with the strange numbness then ask\n".. what do you want with me?"\n"Simple.. you will become my puppet, and then free me.. I'll transform you just enough to program you, then let you go, and you will forget all of what happened here"\n"She smirks, stroking her strong, black ichor dripping cock to full erection, before you can protest reaching out for one of the needles, then, pushing her cock against your lips, and past them into your mouth, as you scream in hot pain, a long, sharp needle imbedding itself into your most sensitive spot, your clit twitching helplessly, impaled, your scream muffled by the thick, dark, rubbery cock, spilling its ichor into you the instant it is pushed into your warm, wet mouth, coating your mouth in a .. pelty feeling, rubbery feeling, the taste .. confusing you.. what is going on?\n\n"Listen now, puppet" she smirks, twirling the needle within your clit, making you whimper in pain.. though the pain feels strangely.. good... and right, your clit twitching, it feels almost as if it is growing.. "you will forget all that has happened here and return to your home. You will not question your new cock" Cock.. you have a cock? You gasp, looking down, feeling a needle impaling your slowly growing clit-shaft through what is transforming to become its slit.. well you definitly have a cock now, .. and a set of heavy balls, forming where once your pussylips where, so though while you are quite confused, if she was right about the cock, and with you feeling all so fuzzy, the rest of what she just said must be true too, right?\n"Just before the tournament you will come, find me when I am alone, just act like a Workslave needing protective help against a straggler of this village. You will lead me away to a secluded spot, remove my piercings, and impale yourself with them, like you see on me, understood?"\n"Ye.. yes" you say, of course, you certainly understood her, you are not sure why you'd just do whatever she tells you, while she forces her dark cock into your mouth, making you squirm slightly\n"Now, lick at it, worship your future mistresses dark shaft you little slut. "\nShe coos, while your tongue dances over her long, thick shaft, she leans to remove all the needles from your body.. extra slow with the one that is impaling your newgrown schlong, she reaches down, instead adding a row of four tight, mind numbingly great feeling studs along your shaft, cooing, caressing along your cock with a naughty grip, before pushing her hips forward. The feeling of her expertised, though a bit cool hand on your shaft, impaled by the piercings feels.. just so good, while her shaft pushes to drip her dark blessings straight down your throat. You cant fight her much anymore at all, as she grips your head and holds you in place, pumping in and out of you in an increasingly fast pace, fucking your face and making you moan pleasantly onto her cock, shivering together with her as she screams out her sweet release, pumping her tainted seed into you, smirking, as she pulls out reaching down to tease and brush along your shafts naughty crown, squeezing it dominantly, making you whimper in pain, rubbing your own dripping precum over it, smirking as she smears your shaft with your own cum, stroking, you can feel this new.. thing you have twitching, pulsating, exploding in a wet burst of lust and growing pleasure, then shake your head slightly..\n\nYour memory of this entire event fading, you realize you have to forget.. all about this, clean yourself up.. forget..\n[[Return home]] as your new mistress dark blessings coat your insides.\n

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<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = 10>>\n<<endsilently>>\nIts really fascinating. You haven't really seen one up close. Its throbbing, pulsating.. its so pink and, large.. would that even fit in you, if you where to try? Err.. your hand has suddenly moved out to caress the length of his shaft, before you have even noticed it, and then, before you can react, you can feel his hand, gripping your B cup breasts, pulling almost painfully on them, pulling you over, closer to his embrace. Mari gasps "wha.. what are you doing?"\n\nBut before either you or she can stop what is going on he has already pulled you up against his cock, panting lustfully with his thick maleness speaking to a primal part in you, in a way you cant quite understand.. is it the strange musk his cock is exuding? You find yourself not struggling as much as you perhaps should, looking at the pulsating tip of his shaft as he grips your hair roughly, dominantly, a soft voice in the back of your head cooing to you. "Yes. Obey. He is stronger then you. Follow your instincts" while this voice distracts you he has pulled you down rather roughly, your lips pressing against the shaft in an unwilling.. or is it just unaware? Kiss. You find your tongue dipping out, tasting his slightly sweaty, salty, masculine taste, licking along his shaft while your friend can only stare on in horrified suprise at the show you give her.\n\nThen you feel him pushing into your lips, invading your warm, wet mouth with this hard, pulsing shaft of his. It certainly feels bigger in you then it looked, and you can properly taste it now. Something about the taste.. is.. you cannot describe it, but it feels relaxing. Like you are doing the right thing, just kneel-sitting there, letting him use you for his pleasure, thats right or? Says a strange thought of yours. "its nice, you can just lean back and let him use you, no point to resist, nothing to worry about. This is all natural" You gasp slightly, wich just allows this pulsating shaft to push deeper into your mouth, with a wet slurping sound that you really hope was produced on accident and not because of what your body might now be doing in instinct.\n\n"GMnn whamn?" Is all you manage to bring out, as the mid thirties guardsman keeps you close with the rough grip on your hair, as he uses you, even more roughly, pushing your head up and down, though, again, you find yourself not resisting that much, falling into the rythm, starting to suck on his strong, the feeling of horror you should have only a soft mumbling in the back of your head, you rather focus on the manly shaft, inhaling its musk. You don't mind that his other hand sneaks into your dress, pinching a nipple of yours hard before pulling away to join his hand thats using you, fucking your mouth, taking you. He leans back, moaning happily, letting you taste his strangely sweet tasting precum, you can almost see images of you kneeling, servicing him.. no .. others like him. No.. even more manly things, yes, more man then him.. more primal, more.. bestial, you gasp as the images turn strangely demonic(and still, it is so arousing!), your friends eeping at the display shaking you out of the vision, bringing you back to reality.. just as you feel him pump deep into you, a warm, thick liquid filling your mouth, with his cock plugging your lips and an agressive push you cant question or resist him much, but just swallow it all down.\n\n"haaah.. ooh yes little slut, obey the.. wha.. what did I do?" Victor gasps, seeming to become more focused once his climax releases .. into you "s.. I'm so sorry! argghh! Forgive!" before you can even respond he has jumped off, pushing you back, running down the streets as if in in a panic.\n\n"I .. uh" you blush deeply, trying to catch your breath as you look at Mariel.. ashamed to admit to her, and moreso yourself that this was so weirdly.. enjoyable. You've never felt this Slutty before! "Le... lets never, ever talk about this again ye..yes?"\nYou request, though, as if the day hasn't been weird enough yet, you hear an annoying voice.. Davion..\n\n"You two, hey! Zil, Marimari! At the marketplace! theres a strange, black woman! you gotta see this!"\n\n"What the? Hey wait!" you try to question Davion, perhaps this explains Victors condition, but the nuisance already rushed on and, to stifle any further discussion about what just happened you suggest:\n[["I guess we better take a look?"]]

//It had been a long day of exploring, and after returning home more or less sucessful in her hunt for clues, but by now convinced something.. bad happened, Zilina was tightly asleep right now, although her dream was not perfectly peaceful, if she had known what was happening elsewhere, she'd have propably found no rest whatsoever.//\n\nThe woman who had been given the name of Ulaya after her sucessful conversion and reeducation was afraid. Not because she had failed, that was bad, but because she had fled.. the worst sin imaginable, disobediance to an order, even if indirect.\n\nThe higher the rank of the slave, the more of their personality they usually got to keep. Ulaya for her part had never been a courageous one, it had been easy to convert her. Right now, she was almost as afraid as when the dark hordes had come to her village.\nAs it was for her, things were bad enough already. She had to report now. She concentrated, darkness swirling around her eyes, as she stuttered:\n\n"F-field Report, Slave Ulaya, at your service Corruptor Bathory. \nThe Village Oleandar .. was not sucessfully taken, and.. err, one rank E slave has been lost. "\nshe waited.. but only silence, silence and the dark presence of her mistress being there answered her.\n"Th.. the status of.. other E .. rank slaves is unknown corruptor. I" she bursted out"This village was supposed to have only F and E ranks, but, the sphere of domination shattering when I tried to force its powers upon someone, that would mean they are a rank D, like me, or even..\n"Be quiet" was a soft, but determined command in her mind. She was quiet.\n"The sphere is easily shattered if used unwisely, and you where always the rash kind. Still, it shattering means a higher rank of potential slave is most likely close.\nThese good news almost make up for your disobediance, for which you will be demoted to rank E, Puppetslave."\nUlaya gulped desperately, but did not object. There was no such thing as objection...\n"However, for now you posess superior information and familiarity. You will be supplemented with a rank C huntress, who you shall command, for now, as well as Four Rank F's to reequip you, and a small troup of fighter slaves. You will convert, you will obey."\n"I obey, Hail our Dark Queen!" Ulaya shouted, without hesitation..."\n[[yet again elswhere]]\n\n

The womans skin is dark, with an almost rubbery sheen. She is appearing rather large, with .. rather womanly curves, not that that is something that interest you.. right? Even though you cant see her well through the crowd of villagers you feel a strange, almost commanding presence from her, her eyes dark, her body clad in black leather, a somewhat twisted looking metal collar decorating her neck, on her forehead a symbol that looks like an inversion of the symbol of the creator you see the traveling priests wear. Overall she has a strange aura that a part of you instinctively is cautious about, while another part of you finds her strangely.. alluring?\n\n[[Back|"I guess we better take a look?"]]

Well, your most recent battle experience is beating up a boy who was picking on Mariel, about 4 years back. something tells you this will be different. Still, what of a choice do you have but to fight now? You can't just idly stand by as your village is overtaken!\n\nYou somewhat recklessly charge at the slavesoldier, swinging your sword in a wide, dramatic arc, just the way you think a sword should be swung impressively! Sadly, the dark soldier disagrees, and quickly deflects your blade with practiced ease, the staff twirls around, pushing you into the ground, making you whimper and gasp, then, in one smooth motion a needle is brought up to your breast area, before you hear..\n\n"No, she's not worth it, just convert her into a workslave like the others." With thi you are forcefully pulled up, pushed forward into the tent, the dark sword retrieved from where you dropped it. Brought into the tent you are pushed down, the soldierslave holding you in place, forcing your head to face the crystal, and you to keep your eyes open, transfixed on the dark crystal, a crystal pulsating with the sweet lure of obediance.. Your mind tries to stay strong, but you've had a rather clear demonstration of what a //weak slavemeat you are// so why struggle?\n\nYou gasp slightly as you feel the crystals pulse, reflected in your own heartbeat, not just something you see with your eyes, but something you feel resonating throughout your entire being. Vaguely you notice one guard leaving you, another returning, staying by your side, pushing your head towards the orb as you try to sneak a glance at her.. is.. WAS that Tala by your side.. you.. can't really focus on that, nor on the thought of why the guard needed to change, you've been only here for a few moments five minutes at best.. right? Everyone is in such a hurry, walking outside of the tent, back inside, why don't they just let their heads turn to mush for your Queen to steer, just like you, you wonder, and as you wonder Slavemistress Ulaya answers a question you didn't know you had before you were allowed to..\n\n"This is usually reserved for more dangerous foes, but as we had the time anyway; I am sure the last vestiges of your self will crumble if I tell you about it, and order you to accept it, plus it is such sweet, delicious desperation to see the last bit of hope leave their eyes, and blissfull emptiness enter them, a little past-time indulgement I allow myself, you know. I turned you into a willfree, you don't need any tools to keep you controlled, your personality is forever removed, and you will continue to forget it, you will be transformed into slavemeat. We need to finish the process now though, it has almost been three weeks //what??// so you had enough time to forget and we need to head on, our Queen needs us now. Understand and obey"\nand with those words spoken the woman that once was Zilina mouthed monotonously: "I understand, I obey, I am Slave 73812 in the Queens service, that is all I am and will forever be.\nSlave 73812 [[obeyed the command]]

It was routine to search converted villages for any that where hiding still, resisting the erotic lure and dark magic, and this Soldierslave actually managed to find just such an individual. They acted weirdly though. They didn't struggle at all.\n\n"W.. what did they do to you.. Zil.. my little.. Zilina? please, answer me! It's me, your father!"\nIt made no sense of course, she had no father, only a loving mother, her dark queen, mother of them all. The male infront of her was strong to have held out so long, definitly a rank E Beastman, perhaps with training and breeding his offspring might even attain the highest honor possible for males, becoming an abomination a rank D creature serving the queen, a D-Beast.\n\nFor now however, the male was just human. This soldierslave could easily overpower him, all the more as he seemed unwilling to physically assault it. He was quickly disabled by the soldierslaves enhanced strength, agility, and the will of the Dark Queen flowing through it. He kept talking about wanting to help and safe, but the only response he got was.\n\n"Hail the Dark Queen!"\n\n// And with that Zilinas story ended, she became one of many soldierslaves, Rank E cannonfodder in the army of the Dark Queen, twisted puppets that would not die, and kept on fighting unless the dark piercings that moved them where removed. Still Zilinas existance was bliss, and once in her 'life' she actually manage to trap and overcome someone that would become a rank C Elitehunterslave, such an honor to serve the queen in this way!\n\nRasha nods at you "I hope you understood this cautionary tale, or perhaps I need to retell [[Zilinas Tale]]"\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 0>>

You decide to make your way to check out the abandoned house outside the village.\nAfter all, worst case it was an uninhabitable ruin, best case it was a great hiding place from the Evil Queens forces. As much as they craved to control the living, they had yet to command the dead. A short climb along an abandoned path later you arrive.\n\nThe house infront of you is a suprisingly large two story building, only partially overgrown. A window at the lower level is busted, but otherwise it looked rather intact. The front entrance was somewhat barricaded, but someone with your lither build could gain acess through the window, as you'd bet some of the villages boys had tried before to prove their manliness in the ruin. Boys. \n\nYou chuckle, then go about climbing into the slightly dusty place, as you are not that small anymore wiggling in becomes a chore but you make it without much difficulty.\nYou quickly realize that the main problem in this house was the darkness inside making any investigations hard. With most entries and windows barricaded up the visibility beyond the dusty ground level was... not the best. Perhaps there were candles around here somewhere? \n\nYou go on the hunt, feeling a strange sense of adventure, exspecially as it does not take you too long to locate a candle atop the kitchen table.. lighting it is a little more work, but as a smiths daughter you were always good at making fire. Your work (and one or two enthusiastic curses to boot) is rewarded soon with the candle flaring up, allowing you to explore what seems all in all like an old, but harmless family home. No sign of ghosts whatsoever, and more importantly, no sign of any servants of this twisted Queen around. You decide to check upstairs where the house got even darker, when..\n\nSuddenly, a breeze that seems to come from atop the stairs blows through, killing the light and leaving nothing but cold darkness. "Ugh, come on.." you mumble, trying to be disgruntled rather than creeped out in this strange location, forcing you to continue in the semi dark, shadowy beams of light coming through borded up windows, giving a rough outline to the objects around at best, your imagination playing wild, so many shapes in the darkness... \n\nStill climbing up the remaining stairs proves to be simple enough, your hand trailing along the cold stone wall. Reaching the first floor, you feel a shiver pass through you as a wave of coldness passes over you from head to toe, briefly halting your step and [[your thoughts...]]\n

Before you could question any further, Ulayas head dropped low, and she blinked. "This is great news, mistress! The Huntress Nerva will soon make you too serve the Dark Queen!\n\n"T.. this isn't great at all.. damn it!" You gritted your teeth. The name huntress implied that trying to run away may not be the most fruitful of endeavours. You looked at Ulaya. Perhaps she knew a spell.. anything to help you fight Nerva?\n<<set $power= $power+1>>\n"Ulaya.. you got to help me, there has to be some magic you know that can deal with a huntress.."\n\nUlaya pondered. "Well, mistress, what you used against me could also work against her gaze attack, but hunters are faster, stronger, you have to get her guard down. Also, you don't really have the time for me to teach you any magic. \n\nThen again, you showed great natural talent so far. Perhaps you could copy my @@color:purple;letter-spacing:2px;font-size:1em; Orb of Submission @@?" She nodded.\n\nThe Orb you've seen her use? You could try that, maybe. You've seen her cast the spell, you.. err.. looked at that orb, so maybe, yes. You just have to try a few times, and..\n\n"Oh naughty girl, you punished Ulaya for me, but didn't invite me." A soft voice hissed from behind you.\n\nYou spun around. When .. when had Nerva managed to enter? The door was locked. The window. That was open just smidge.. You glance over. Nope, it was open wide. How stealthily was Nerva?\n\nThe Snake-woman grinned, licking her lips, seeming to notice where your gaze went. "Hihihi. I can sssssmell it. The sssscent of fear. Oh don't worry, assss I ssssaid. We are... Friendsssss." \n\nThe snake huntress grins, predatorly, her serpentine lower half slowly slithering towards you. You have to decide to act now.. or never.\n[[To be continued]]\n[[Greet her]]\n[[Use Orb of Submission!]]\n[[Use Dark Reversal]]\n

Dark Recruitment

You make your way towards the city centre, after all thats where the dark Queens forces first set up camp, pretty literally. You are not disappointed, .. though what you see only gets you more worried. This time there is no tent there at all, but instead a larger, dark structure, a half-dome, at least a full families house in height, and wider, two dark obelisks at each of its corners, an entrance with a closed gate, no guards infront of it strangely... \n<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +10>>\n<<endsilently>>\nBut that wasn't even the strangest thing. No one seemed to care. Sure there were a few less marketstands, but, it seemed as if they had simply moved aside, did not see how strange the Dark drome in the very centre of the city was. They just.. accepted it as normal. It was so wrong, yet there was nothing she could do about it.\nThere were also no guards in sight, so you approached slowly, carefully, trying to understand just what was going on, only to be stopped by two large, black iron gates sealing off the structure. You touch the dark wall, hesitantly, it is clearly real, solid and feels dark, twisted, metallic.. hard to believe such a thing was just set up over night, but by now you rather not doubt the abilities of the servants of whoever this dark queen was.\n\nYou look at the dark gates, there was no.. door handle, no keyhole no.. "Gah!" you gasp, in surprise, as the door suddenly slides open, seemingly on its own. You manage to get a quick glimpse inside.. a row of, strange, dark coffin(If you had known you would have called them more accurately sarcophagi) where standing left and right along a corridor leading deeper into the structure. Sadly you couldn't see more, your view obstructed by \n[[A pale, naked woman]]\nafter your eyes lower from her completely enslaved exposure you hesitate, then sidestep her, observing.. she moves out, past you, not even looking at you, moving towards a goal unknown to you, as you hear the door slide close.. dang it! you lost your chance to look inside and find out just what was happening inside this complex..\n\n"In this place we slowly, but throughoutly and permanently convert people." you freeze up. A voice, with a slight hiss, whispering into your ear. Did the enslaved woman move up behind you? Did someone else come out of this place, swiftly and unseen? Either way, you didn't feel her presence, didn't notice she was close enough to embrace you before it was too late, soft, slender arms curling over your stiff form. "Ha ha.. you are delicious, frozen like the rabbit before the snake, not too far from the truth. Fear not little rabbit, you wont be feasted upon... right now."\n<<if $attack gte 2>>\nYou couldn't help but stay frozen as the woman curled her arms around your neck. Your frightened hands clench the rim of your dress. What did she mean with feasted? Your whole body shook and fishing around, arm touched something sharp in your pocket. The knife! You tried to brake away from the woman, drawing the knife as you did so. You raised and held it in front of yourself, low but at the ready, with both hands. Your whole body shiver as you looked at the women fully, but the knife gave you some confidence to speak. "W-w-who are you? What are you doing to the village?"\n<<endif>>\n<<if $attack is 1>>\nYou froze as the woman curled her arms around your neck, pinning them to your side, you can't help but shiver in fright. You had to get away! Your body reacted to the desire and you tried to break away. If you managed at least that, you could fully face this woman. Your body remained tense as you prepared to run at a moments notice. With your wide eyes and frightful look you asked "who are you"<<endif>>\n"Oh, yes, introductions!" The woman smirked, as you just stared in suprise, taking in [[her Snakelike form]] "My name is Nerva" she told you, leaning closer to you, making you feel, quite literally, like the rabbit transfixed in the snakes gaze, your body not obeying you as you will it to rush away, her hand extending to.. caress your cheeks, in what could be considered a friendly touch, if not for the situation.\n\n"Do I scare you?" she asked then. You couldn't move once more, but this was different. It was as if you got enthralled as you looked into the womans eyes. Your body was shivering again and you wanted to run, but you just couldn't do more than flinch under the womans touch.\nYou nodded ever so slightly. "Y-Yes." \n\n"Why?" Nerva cooed, with the hint of a hissing. "I don't plant to hurt you little morsel, infact, we could.. be frieeends." Somehow you doubted this creatures idea of friendship was a tea party and sleepovers, as it slithered closer, the snakelike eyes staring at you, penetrating, unblinkingly, the clawed hand on your cheek, slowly caressing down to your neck. "I could hurt you, you know, a huntresses body is far superior to a humans. Even if you where a trained soldier you'd have no chance but, why destroy what you can convert, this is the will of our Queen." The snakewoman cooed, leaning ever closer.\n\nYou shake your head and push yourself away, taking a few steps back.. You didn't like that this woman was touching you, no matter how.. sensual it felt. "Who is the queen?" You demand to know, your voice almost up to a yell. "What have you done to the village!?" Fear was turning into anger, yet those staring, piercing eyes remained unblinding and -no, you had to look elsewherem, keep your eyes on the ground, avoid her serpentine gaze.\n\n"Stop yelling, you are emberassing yourself. Calm down.. I said.. I am.. your .. friend.." Nerva intonates, and, as your eyes keep darting back to meet hers for a brief moment you do feel oddly comforted. Yes this was a dangerous snake creature but she seemed.. friendly.\n\n"This entire village will serve the Queen, as will you. You are being converted to a new, greater purpose; Haven't you worked that out yet? Oh! You mean what have we've done to the village that everyone just accepts this as normal, don't you?" The snakewoman chuckled, almost teasing now, not answering you immediatly, and suddenly you notice you stand right infront of her, didn't you back off? How fast can this woman move?\n\nEither way, her hand is back on you, now caressing down, along your chest, over your breasts, you can feel her sharp, yet gentle claws slightly scratching over your dress, touching you as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Which it wasn't.. right?\n\nFriend? you wondered once more. Well she hadn't attacked you yet, and every time you looked into the snakes eyes you felt more and more safe. It was becoming harder to look away now, and even harder to not look back to them. You still felt frightened, but your mind was becoming more relaxed. Wait, didn't you take a step back? Why is the woman even closer now and touching you.. this was so wrong, but it felt kinda nice, like a friend who would comfort another.. //This is wrong.// But she wasn't human, and...everyone. //This is wrong!// You manage to tear yourself off of her once again, your eyes planted on the ground and unmoving, for now.\n\n"Stop it! What have you done to the village? Tell me!" You demanded to know, causing the snake to chuckle.\n\n"Alright, if you insist.. The Queen has several ways of converting people, usually, a simple forced control is enough, but for people of higher .. interest we have more, .. effective methods. Like a spell cast over an area that stops everyone but the strongest minded from questioning or worrying about our presence, allowing us to convert them step by step. You seem to be able to fight the spell, sadly no one else is, but one tasty new morsel is more than enough. Still.. you are unrefined. You can't truly resist us, no one can."\nYou felt your chin pushed up slightly your eyes back on the snakewomans\n\n"Let me show you how.." Nervas eyes started to glow slightly and.. you felt.. so.. "Now, be a good girl, fall asleep... clear your memory."\n[[You wake up.]]

You decide to sneak out of your room, climbing out of the window, sneaking through a sidestreet by your backyard. You have to check out what exactly was in this tent, and perhaps, in the dark of night, there would be less or even no guards. You quickly make your way to the Marketplace, though you think you hear the noises of a fight in the distance.. barfights where not that uncommon in your small village, sadly, so you payed it no closer mind.\n\nThe marketplace looks rather dark and eery with a slightly cool wind blowing over its emptyness, but moreso with the badly lighted dark Tent-thing standing out in the open. Half hidden in a trees shadow you can see one of the almost nude guardwomen, however, before you can think about your next step you hear several footsteps, a pale slavegirl, leading several men after her, all of the men look.. strangely unfocused. The image of the slavegirl herding them like cattle pops into your head as you look at the me.. wait, isn't that one Mariels dad?\nNo one has spotted you yet, you could...\n[[Confront them!]]\n[[Hide then try to sneak to the tent]]\n[[Hide, from them, then sneak back home!|Return home]]

Two entities suddenly both stop in their movement. One, currently sitting in a high tower, partially destroyed and plundered, reading over several books with a bemused smirk, while warrior slaves wander around her, collecting everything not befitting the Dark Queen.\n\nAnother hidden, almost invisible, in the wilderness, curled tightly around a tree, observing the movement of supply lines of the crusaders, those damned, foolish humans daring to oppose her Beloved Queen..\n\n"Perverter Mara, Hunter Nerva, hear the will of the Mistress, our Dark Queen, as spoken through me, Bathory.\nIn the village of Oleanda, priorly evaluated as low potential slaveflesh, an unconverted succeeded in shattering a domination orb. This may hint at anything, from apprentice perverter Ulayas incompetence being greater than feared, to a potential C rank unconverted that has been overlooked, or has moved to the city after our scouts screening. \nYou will go to assist Ulaya, but act independently, Nerva, you are to test the unconverteds potential, force her, break her, befriend her, whatever suits you.\nMara, you are to properly execute full conversion of the village to worship our glorious Queen. Hear and obey!\n\nALL HAIL THE QUEEN!" three voices chanted in unison, one with a slight hissing tone to it..\n\n[[Zilina woke up from her nightmare]]\n

You know now what you need to do. No matter how often you mill it over deep down you don't really understand why you aren't more disturbed by what is happening in the school. They are educating people to become.. as twisted as them. And you'll be the one to stop it. \n\nIt is only once you find yourself standing infront of the school buildling that you realize you know what to do, but don't really have any idea how to do it. Everyone is enthralled by these.. these things. You can't exactly storm in and shout 'schools over!'\n\nLuckily you don't have to be emberassed about your lapse for long, as with the school doors opening you find yourself pulled inside by the flow of some of the students, their teacher smiling at your arrival.\n\n"Alright class, time for us to observe the finishing of raw slave material in action, now, normally you require a supportive equipment and an artifact, but if a Perverters body is prepared for this by transmogrification magic they can initiate a full conversion of weaker slave material on their own. Thats Tra-ns-mo-gri-fi-ca-tio-n." She scribbled on the board.\n\nYou find yourself forcefully pulled into the middle of the class, you want to protest, but, just as you open your mouth to do it someone slaps your bottom.. rather firmly, making you yelp instead, you try to reach out to shoo them away, stop them from lifting your dress so lewdly, only to have it pulled off of you by someone else.. theres just so many hands, and many of them aim to be all over you.\n\n"Oho such eager students you are, be mindful not to damage the material. Now obviously this doesn't work for converting higher slave material, can anyone tell me why?"\n\nYou try to squirm, but whenever you squirm away it is only rewarded with another firm spanking of your bottom, causing you to yelp, whimper and moan in fruitless, submissive resistance, then, something wet and big is pushed against your lips, you look up at the corruptors large breasts.\n\n"Miss, higher ranking slave material has higher value to the queen, and requires a more throughout infusion of her magnificence to retain and enhance their natural potential?"\n\n"Very good Charlene. Now, can you take a guess as to how a perverter like me would convert slave material?"\n\n"Well uh, miss Mara, seeing how she is suckling on your chest and how your chest is" blushing "clearly enhanced, I'd say through your milk?"\n\n"Wonderful Charlene, keep this up you might make it to Rank D slave material.. unlikely .. but who knows!" Charlene beamed happily at the praise, though you didn't see much of that, as you were too distracted by the wonderful taste of this milk, suckling in big, warm, sweet tasting gulps, drinking with a greed you could barely understand, soon this breast was running dry.. had you suckled so much on it already? You felt a little confused, and your own chest felt kind of.. pressured, so you looked up for help.. only to notice another nipple, slick with an oily black substance, hard, ready, and presented to your wanting lips.\n\n"Now as you are unconverted I can't tell you all the details, but lets just say the milk takes some of this.." A hand rubbing your temples, it feels nice. "And puts it here" Some pretty hands cupping your.. d-cup?.. uh.. jiggly.. hihi.. breasts. yes.. your breasts. \n\nYour breasts felt so nice. You were pretty sure you should be worried about something.. and that you came here to .. do . a thing but.. right now just suckling like a little girl was all you really cared for. The suckling made the worries better too, though your chest felt kind of heavy.. weighty. That wasn't so nicey.\n\nYou tried to look down, as you felt something tingly below your first pair of breasts, almost as if something was.. forming, pushing out of you, but.. you couldn't well turn your head and keep suckling; So.. you decided to just keep suckling. Suckling was good good.\n\n"This is also the cause of the expansion you currently see, during conversion the slave material becomes docile and obediant, as their unneeded mental faculties are converted" You feel yourself pulled off of one breast, mewling in protest, only to be presented with Mara's lower pair, to happily slurp on another there.\n\n"But now, enough show and tell. Back to studying, this one will need a little suckling time to be fully converted."\n\n"Now then, advanced obediance, lesson three" the nice boobies infront of you moved slowly, slow enough for you to follow along and keep suckling, you hear something chalky writing above you, but you don't really care. You want more happy sucky sucky!\n\n[[The Graduation]]

You almost jump out of your bed, startled. You are completely sure that something, someone is manipulating your very dreams, your memories, making you accept the unthinkable as normal. Several days have passed, you can feel it, yet, your waking, conscious mind tells you no time has passed at all, tells you not to worry, not to think.\n\nYou look out of your window. Outside.. Villagers, doing their daily chores. A naked slavegirl wandering the streets, adorned with nothing but a collar, yet no one is wondering why.. why are you so concerned then, it seems you worried for nothing after all and..\n\nNo. No. Focus Zilina! You chide yourself. Something is happening to your Village, and for some reason only you can see how wrong this all is.. You could talk to your parents, perhaps make them understand.. But can you involve them, will they truly understand.. Can you trust them.. \n\nYou want to slap yourself for even thinking this, but it is true. For now.. it seems you are on your own. To save your village, your friends.. your family..you have to.. have to..\n<<if $conversion1 is 1>>\n[[You have to shut down the conversion building!]]<<endif>>\n<<if $Schooldays is 1>>[[You have to stop this schools twisted version of education.]]<<endif>>\n[[You have to find a way to end this]]

<<back>>\n\nFor starters she wore a strange hat, no, actually that was a hood, a dark leathery hood, apparently covering everything but her lower nose and mouth area. You have no idea how this woman can see, but she seemed to move over the street towards the school building quite confidently, a curled, yellow tongue dipping out of her mouth from time to time.. Did she just turn towards you? You quickly dive down, not daring to look again for a moment.\nThe woman was clad in a dark dress, half leathery, half open, displaying.. interesting parts of her anatomy with well placed holes, most prominently the three circles over her chest area, one for EACH of her three pairs of breasts(going from D to B cup, by what you can estimate after a short examination). \nStill she managed to somehow project an educated grace in her movement, carrying a small case as well as a few books -though you doubt they where the usual schools curriculum of teaching to read, write, basic math, and basic morals of the creator.\n

"Haaah... haaah, wha.. "\n\nYou shake your head, you dreamt of.. some strange creature, and.. then.. no two creatures and, something was coming to your village and ugh. Damn it, the dream was fading. The last three days had been really stressful, so it was no suprise to have paranoid dreams.\n\nFirst, there was this.. invasion, the dark tent, the woman.. Ulaya, the crystal that shattered that nobody but you could remember anything about apparently, then, you had looked all over, and you were sure that you had found signs but, no definitive proof of anything that had been going on. Plus, now your head was fuzzy, as if some pieces had been torn right out of your memory.\n\nYou get up, stretch, shaking your head.. perhaps this was all a dream? You think, you hope, once more, as you look outside, a bunch of teenagers gathering, ah, well its morning, so they are on the way to the school, and,..\n\nThats not the [[usual teacher.]]\n\nWhat is going on here? They are just following this.. creature as if it was normal. It's not normal.. right?\n\n[[You quickly throw a simple dress on, then rush out]]\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $Zilina = 1>>

<<silently>>\n<<set $exploration = $exploration +1>>\n<<endsilently>>\n<<if $exploration gte 2>>\n<<set $explorationend = 0>>\n[[Meanwhile, elsewhere]]\n<<endif>>\n<<if $explorationend is 1>>\nYou got to stay practical,.. even in the face of an uhm.. evil .. demonic queen invasion..something. Your mother sent you with a list of items to purchase so, that is what you set out to do. As you go over the market place you notice a lack of milk. No milk anywhere. Well, this is surely an issue. You ask Jim, a trader that usually collects the wares from the farms outside, who gives you an apologetic shrug:\n\n"Sorry darling, today's been all strange. Shopping for your mommy eh? Well, the farms where all strangely closed down, no one wanted to deliver, they said they'd be ready for things again t'morrow, no idea what thats all aboot, doubt all cows got some collective sickness. Whatcha lookin at me like that, I can't squeeze it out of me chest, if yer don't believe me ya could [[go check on them farms yerself]]"\n\nWell you could certainly do that, though you still have some time left, you could also decide to..\n[[First things first, you need a weapon!]]\n[[Perhaps you can talk to Mari-el?]]\n[[Your mother wanted you to shop, might as well...]]\n[[You could investigate for hints around the countryside]]\n<<endif>>

You blush deeply, shaking your head, something is wrong here! Startled, you rush out of the tent, past one of the guardwomen, barely escaping her grasp, you run onto the now mostly empty marketplace, feeling slightly dizzy, strange images swimming through your head with the image of that crystal fading you feel.. aroused?\n\nYou think you barely escaped a rather dangerous situation. You worry about everyone left in the tent, but right now there is not much you can do for them, is there?\n<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal+20>>\n<<endsilently>>\n[[Better get back home]]

<<back>>\nWith her pale skin, and her entire nude body on clear display this woman looks a lot like the previously encountered workslaves, lacking even the basic leather skirts of those though, only wearing a twisted, dark collar, her eyes just as empty as the usual work slaves, however, if anything, she seems more.. empty, obediant then who you have seen before. She has no imperfections upon her body, only a profane symbol on her collar(giving you a headache if you look at it for too long) identifying the woman at all, you cant tell if she was brought here or if, worse, she was someone you knew, and had been transformed in there. She waits infront of you with seeming endless patience.

You decide to remain silent.. this couldn't have all been a dream, but your parents were.. annoying enough sometimes, without thinking you crazy too.\nPerhaps you could rather ask Mari-el later. No.. she'd only tease you for your silly dream. Your silly, very realistic dream.\n\n"You look a bit exhausted child, please, eat up, after that though I'll have you go to the market, I need to check up on some finances, and we need fresh apples, milk, and" she counts a few coins "whatever else looks tasty to you, alright?"\n\nWhat choice do you have? You nod, smile to her, and take the money "Yes mother, sure!" And with that and a little fake enthusiasm while eating an, as usual delicious egg and noodle breakfast you head out.\n\n//(You aquired Some Silver coins!)//\n[[You walk out of your home]]

You rush down, and, thankfully, make it in time for Dinner. Even though it is delicious as always you dine in silence, no one speaking until finally your father proclaims "Tomorrow we shall go to the Townhall. Perhaps we can organize a meeting. I'm suprised that the guard hasn't reacted yet, though I heard That Victor has caused some trouble and Anselm is missing, so the guard is basically cut in half.."\n\nYou look forth and back, though your mother seems less then happy with the topic, knowing her she propably just wants everything to stay normal, mumbling "Dear, lets just eat dessert, then go to bed, yes?" Your father agrees with a heavy sigh, and so do you, though more because you rather want to avoid recalling all that happened today.\n\nYou soon got pretty sleepy filling your tummy with the yummy dessert, excusing yourself early, making your way upstairs, you feel exhausted after what happend today, and fall into your bed, rather swiftly.\n<<if $painslut gte 1>>Your big, hard cock is strangely uncomfortable to sleep with, almost as if you never had it before, but of course thats a silly thought you realize as it wonderfully twitches with its piercings deep within it <<endif>>\nYou drift into an uneasy sleep, your dreams strange, clouded and confusing, involving a dark eye, high up in the sky, looking at your village, the buildings catching on dark, shadowy fire, you are afraid of that eye focusing on you, and as it does it feels strangely good, strangely.. arousing, but the pleasure makes you melt away, you loose your form.. the light shines in your eyes as you awaken in the morning, sweating slightly.\n\nYou quickly change into your clothing, shivering slightly at the early mornings cold, perhaps its just all that happened yesterday, but your body feels strangely sensitive, the water cold and refreshing as you wash yourself before heading downstairs.\n\nSecretly you hope that all of yesterday was just part of the weird dream, but your fathers serious face as he quickly grabs his breakfast to eat on the way to the meeting of the townspeople clearly proves you wrong. Your mother is staying behind, you could go with her, or, with how distracted she is right now, excuse yourself, go check on Mariel, and then continue on on your own.\n<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal -10>>\n<<endsilently>>[[Attend the Town Meeting]]\n[[Check on Mariel?]]

You follow Mariel to a sideroom, a guestroom, complete with bed, table, and a small bath, perhaps Mariel discovered something about the invaders here? Before you can ask her about it you feel her soft lips on yours, your eyes widen, too shocked to react, to push her away or struggle, you feel a bit dizzy, while her hands, soft, and.. suprisingly experienced in pleasuring a womans body all of a sudden, wander and caress all over you, almost violently pushing open your dress.\n\nYou gasp as the kiss ends, looking at her smile as she pushes you onto the bed, presenting a large, dark dildo.. you want to protest but before you can do that you feel all weak and wobbly in your knees, while she places a soft, wonderful kiss on your nipples, did her first kiss drug you? You certainly feel in bliss.. watching her remove your dress, cooing, twirling the dark dildo\n<<if $painslut gte 1>> and gasp, as she sees your thick, meaty cock. Hesitating for just a moment she smiles then, saying "I see, you are to be used as soldierslave. let me guide you."\nShe takes your hand, and strangely you find yourself compelled to go along, walking with her through a backdoor of the building, oblivious to your nudity, almost struggling to keep up in your arousal, even though she is not that fast. You find yourself being walked along towards the dark tent, smiling blissfully.\nAs you enter you see Lina, moaning in bliss, being pierced by the two pierced slaveguards, her complexion turning somewhat pale, while her eyes become more empty, obediant.. so beautiful, you can't help but think to yourself.\n\nMariel steps forward, as one of the guards eyes you questioningly.. you think there is a spark of recognition, almost worried seeming, in her eyes, but nothing you can sort in your confused mind. Mariel speaking up "This slave found someone intended for soldier slave purposes, please convert her soon."\n\nThe soldiers nod, while Mariel holds you steady, cooing softly, you wait a few moments, with Mariel kissing you all over your body, leaning down to kiss your cock, kneeling before you, it is quite.. intriguing to see your friend worship you like this, the part of you still paying attention thinks. One of the slaveguards walks up to you while you are distracted by Mariels wonderful mouth and you feel a sharp, stinging pain, a ringlike piercing clicking shut in the head of your cock, wich now starts to thrust into Mariels mouth more on its own volition then by your will, fucking her, the guard taking your arms, piercing them, then your legs, with long, metallic spikes. It hurts, but it hurts so good as the pain slowly turns into pleasure, you take the remaining piercings offered to you by the guard eagerly. \n\nWell you is not correct, your arms move.. you do nothing, you just watch, as your navel, your breasts, your lips, even your tongue are pierced, your mouth moving on its own, saying. "This slave puppet thanks you." You find yourself adjusting, reaching to stand in place for the two needles that are held over your temples next. You can feel them sinking into your head, pushing oouuuuuuuuuuuuuuutttttttttts...a.....so good.. your thoughs...being.. pushed out.. in order to serve the queen...\nThe soldier of the Dark Queen smiles, pulling out her cock from the workerslave she once knew as Mariel, to put several more ring piercings along its length, watching the skin become pale, then pumping back into the workslaves mouth before her, moaning, she was not a slave of high rank, but she could still use the workslaves for relief when she was not on duty.. ooh it felt so good to blow her strong load, fill up that cute little workslave. For some strange reason she wanted this workslave for her own, but of course that was far above her station a demand to make.\n\nThe new guard slave was introduced to duty by the others, and soon she knew how to serve. The overtaking of the village went smooth, not much resistance to fight, so her services where rarely needed, until [[A few days later]]\n <<silently>><<set $normalend = "no" >><<endsilently>>\n<<endif>>\n<<if $normalend eq "yes">>She smirked, while you squirmed, your pussy on open display to the dark rod now rubbing against it.. \n"Oh .. Zilina you will love being workslave" your friend(?) says with real enthusiasm, rubbing the dark rod against you, then slowly, sensually pushing it in you. You want to stop her, you try to struggle, but her soft lips are on yours again, making you feel all dizzy, while the twisted dark rod of .. your terrible//beautiful//, godess wormed its wonderful warm way into your pussy, your very soul, smaller tendrils slithering and caressing your warm sexes every fold, as you feel a foreign, dark.. wonderful will invade your head, darkness taking you, changing you, making twisting you //help!// making you happy, obediant slavemeat, just like your fellow slavemeat friend, the slavemeat that is now kissing you, corrupting you.. easing you into accepting your new position with her simple mind controlling abilities, granted to her body by the Dark Queens will.\n\nThis slave is confused, it struggles, but the gentle, loving caress of fellow workslave makes it feel at ease, well not really, it still needs something lacks something, freedom? no.. free will? Eeeek! Thats terrible, who would want that, workslaves do not want any will! .. orders! Orders! that was it.. it needed orders, it wanted orders. Just as it thought that the other workslave spoke up..: "There will be a tournament to determine who is worthy of being soldierslave, who workslave soon. We will observe, then we will serve." She intonated, and of course this workslave [[obeyed the command]]<<endif>>

<<back>>\n----\n''Taint:'' <<print $arousal>>''%'' \n''Strength:'' <<print $attack>>\n<<if $power is 1>>''Dominance:'' <<print $dominance>>\n''Submission:'' <<print $submission>><<endif>>\n----\n<<if $Zilina is 0>>You are Rasha C. Undon, a priest about to tell these youngsters a story that might one day save if not their freedom then at least their life. <<endif>>\n<<if $Zilina is 1>>\nYou are Zilina, an average looking young woman, though you'd definitly rate yourself a-little-bit-over-average-really. All things considered you are feeling open minded and healthy.\nYou are wearing a simply dress, practical, nothing too fancy.\n\nYou are rather innocent. <<if $power is 1>> Though you feel new, strange powers within you <<endif>>\n<<endif>>\n\n<<if $Zilina is 2>>\nYou are Zilina, and after your town has been invaded by dark forces you have learned strange new abilties. You walk a thin line between enjoying your new, dark powers, and retaining your humanity.\nYou have learned the following powers:\n<<if $power is 1>>\n-@@color:purple;letter-spacing:2px;font-size:1em; Orb of Submission @@ ~ You can deflect basic mind control magic back upon an opponent.\n<<endif>>\n<<if $power is 2>>\n-@@color:purple;letter-spacing:2px;font-size:1em; Orb of Submission @@ ~ An orb of mind-draining energy. Little effect on strong minded opponents.\n<<endif>>\n<<if $power is 3>>\n.\n<<endif>>\n<<if $power is 4>>\n<<endif>>\n\n\n<<endif>>\n\n<<back>>\n

You awake with the morning sun, feeling your master coiled comfortably within you. A lazy yawn exposes your venomous fangs, your forked tongue flicking out to taste the air.\n..wait.. .master.. forked tongue.. venomous fangs.. that seems unusual. No.. no thats wrong!\n\nAs your mind tries to assemble rational thoughts, knowing that something is wrong, they are immediatly scattered again by a deep wave of contentment from your womb. Your master is corrupting your eggs, preparing them to create more of his kind, and once he is done, you know it will be your duty to find and subdue a new host for him, so he may repeat the process. Your fangs tingle with pleasure at the thought of pumping some innocent girl full of poison. You lick along them slowly.. \n"I.. .. i need to find a target for my .. master.. master.. is that right?" You wondered, as your pointed nails scrape lightly at your belly, swollen as it is with your master's presence in your womb. Scales creep up towards your bellybutton from your sex, which is itself fully reptilian, corruption creeping out from it to your inner thighs as well.\n\nYou shake your head again at the sight.. this seems so wrong.. even dangerous.. you.. should try to stop.. to [[pull out that snake]] before it can change you.. more .. yes?\n\n

You step outside, seeing a large ring drawn into the ground of your towns marketplace to form a very simple arena, the dark clad woman sitting on uh. two of the pale slave girls, serving as a throne while she observed the scene before her.\nThe three guardslav.. wait.. three? "Th.. thats Lina!" you can only gasp, recognizing the third guardslave, as the cityguard woman she was before. She is pierced, just like the others and looks just as pale and... passive as they do. What happened out here during the city meeting?\n\nBefore you can act any further the guard captain steps forward, apparently whatever happened to Lina rallied her more than anyone else...\n\n"This has gone far enough, slaves of the Dark Queen. You will release our village, and undo whatever you have done to Lina, and many other innocents!"\nShe demands, brandishing her well polished longsword, the dark leathered woman smirking at her from the throne of slaves, her dark gaze wandering over the assorted people, you feel as if it lingers on you for just a moment, but perhaps you just imagined that.\n\n"Oh this is precisely what I wish to do, if you can overcome one of my Shadowguards in Moral Kombat!" with a wave of her hand one of the original soldierslaves steps forward, into the ring, aquiering a long metallic staff, from a servant, each end of wich is shaped like err.. a male organ. she twirls the perverted longstaff with expertise, stepping into a defensive stance, smirking, inviting Tala to attack.\n\n"The offer is simple, if you can overcome one of my soldiers in simple one on one combat I shall retreat. After all, if you can -not- overcome them, you'd just pointlessly die trying to throw us out. I merely offer you a more pacifistic option" the dark woman smirked triumpanthly, while behind yourself you hear two men whisper among each other. "This is a bad idea, I heard even the normal soldiers are very strong, the dark queens will moves them even if they'd normally be knocked out.."\n\n".. I accept the Challenge." Captain Tala proclaimed with determination, also stepping into the arena, circling the half nude soldierslave with the caution of a professional warrior. \nYou've known Tala for quite a while, you think you remember her technique, good enough to break up any tavernfight, but also hopefully good enough to help her here too, as she ..\n[[attacks first, who acts first wins after all]].\n[[defensively counterstrikes, to tire the enemy out]].

"M.. mother you are ok!" You can't hold your questions back, your feelings of relief, after this bad dream..\n\n"Of course I am, why would I not be?" She chuckled, presenting you your egg and noodle breakfast with a slightly raised eyebrow.\n\n"Err, well, do you" .. 'So mom, have you been enslaved by some evil looking dominatrixes lately?' you realize that your question sounds insane no matter how you try to phrase it.. \n"Err, what day do we have again?" You quickly evade, plus, if it was all a dream... Your mother sighs before responding "The seventh of Aunvil, of course, are you feeling alright Zil?"\n\n"... Yes, of course, no no, I feel ok, just, .. didn't sleep so well, some lads over at the tavern the next street decided to sing when I wanted to sleep" You quickly excuse yourself, while your mind is racing.. the seventh? if it was only one nights dream this should be the sixth? Right? Yes, yes, you recall, Mari-Els birthday was on the twelth last month so.. but that would mean..\n\n"Good, I really need to do some financial sorting through, please go to the market, buy some milk, apples.." your mother requests, counting out some coins for you. "Perhaps something you want me to cook in the evening so you feel better?"\n\nYou just quickly nod, taking the money, your mind racing, if this was not a dream, how come you aren't enslaved? How could your mother not remember, your father just be back and working like every other day. You have to investigate this, and you need fresh air to think. Quickly devouring your breakfast(also to calm your mothers concern for your health) and taking the money,\n//(you aquired some silver coins!)//\n[[You walk out of your home]]

Ooh, but why? Part of your mind whispers, why make the pleasure stop? Every squirm of your master within you sends waves of joy through your nerves, and when you find him a new host, the feeling of him slithering out between your scaley folds will be absolutely divine.\n\nBut he is turning you into some sort of .. snake thingie.. his .. slave.. you moan and blush at the thought "I have.. to stop .. him... .. yes?"\nYou squirm a bit, reasoning with yourself, getting up into a cross legged position, eying your own body hesitantly. What should you do?\n\nIf you don't stop him fast you will become his slave.. Yes, his slave ... his wonderful, obedient, slutty serpentgirl slave ... you are sure you can hear a ghostly hissing in the back of your mind. Your body, apart from the fangs, tongue, nails, and very slowly creeping scales moving outwards from your pussy, seems so far unchanged.\n\nSlutty serpentgirl.. his hissing.. so nice.. but.. what.. what would he do to you? You squirm a bit, spreading your legs, wanting to [[pull out that wicked snake..]] or was it [[stroke yourself in adoration of him?]] \n\n

"Uhmnn" You mumble, looking over the charmed looking, empty eyed slave girls, cautiously examining them a little closer. "I think I rather not have you uhm.. care for me, no." You press out, but find yourself disinclined to run, for some reason you are less worried than you should be. You think.\n"Plus, what do you mean by that surrender bit exactly?" You push out these words almost as if it was an effort in itself, suspicious of these girls, shaking your head, what.. did you just see? Some kind of vision?\n\nThey however simply keep smiling at you, they're skimpily dressed, their outfits looking much like a harem girls, though the dresses are just opaque enough that you can't see details, just the general shapes of their breasts and sexes, Teasing, hinting, form fitting. Unusual for slaves of the Queen for sure.\n"We are Slavemeat, but we are happy, and yes, you look tense. A relaxing hot bath would do you good before you try to work on."\nThey guide you along with them using gentle tugs, making a naughty display of just leading you onward. They're not unnaturally attractive, simple village-women like you, but their forms are unnaturally curvy, and they seem to be controlled, enslaved almost completely, enchanted to serve. That thought lingers with you for a moment. It was obvious, but how did you know it so certaintly? Enslaved.. to serve...\n\n"You will see. It's not our place to explain." They coo, and you suddenly you realize you must be quite deep inside of the conversion building by now. They've kept leading you on and on all this time. The bathing area is clean as you enter it, actually the 'Bath' looks more like a small steaming pool, with a slight purple coloration.. but that is just the lights, right? Water wasn't normally this purple, if that was water. You feel like you should worry, a lot, but can't bring yourself to do so. \nIt's decorated sparsly, though there is an open wall to the side, only a curtain parting it and past that lies another corridor, allowing anyone to peek in here, almost as if its this way on purpose.\n\nThe villager slaves are suddenly surrounding you, gently stripping you, caressing sensitive parts of your body without ever giving you a reason to outright push them away, their hands feeling almost unnaturally smooth against your skin, it seems they are doing this more to test your reaction than arouse you for now, one of them stripping in front of you, displaying her cute frame, b-cup breasts and well kept pussyhair, shaped like a heart almost, as she slipped into the steamy water with a pleasured shudder, apparently completely unashamed of her body being on display before you, a stranger,\nthe others guiding you towards the bath as well, to her welcoming, outstretched arms..\n\nAgain you can only muster an "Uuuh.." as you are tugged along, mistrusting the strange villager slaves, but not having the strength to outright attack or push them away either. "Uhmn.. wait If I understand you right you are all.. charmed up slaves, nothing you are doing is your own decision, or desire, you are just puppets, and.." you find yourself blush-coughing emberassedly and quickly you add:"Not sure this is.. right.. you are nice and all, but I fear I have to demand you let me.. errr" What was it you were saying again? You are kind of distracted watching the courvey villager, looking as if she was yearning for your embrace there. You find yourself cooing slightly, a little aroused.. You aren't really into women but damn, they know how to show their seductive forms off to you.\n\nyou can see yourself leaning back in the bath, letting these naughty slaves tease you, play with you, care for you and molest you. Letting you relax, opening you up. Did you imagine that moan coming from yourself just now or did it really happen?\n\nEither way, they smile at your concerns. "Yes we are charmed permanently. Serving our Dark Queen. It's a nice life. You should //join us// in the bath. it's very nice and comforting." they grinned in unison. You couldn't help but feel like there was [[something foul with that offer.]]

It was almost as if you felt the air around yourself shifting. Ulaya blinking, taking a step back, she mumbled something about an impossible aura, but right now, you hardly cared for that.\n\n"I.. I'll not go down without a fight girl!" Ulaya shouted, with wild anger, somehow she almost looked scared, now twirling her hands, drawing an arcane symbol of perversion, a shadowy tendril twirl-twisting, aiming at you!\n\n\n<<timedreplace 12s>> You however, simply reached out, grabbing at the tentacle, and [[tearing it asunder]] you smirked challengingly at Ulaya.<<becomes>> You tried to grab at the tendril, but you where too slow! It suddenly curls around your arms, before you can resist its assault, dark, oozing shadows grabbing and...<<becomes>> [[The tentacle reaches for you!]] <<endtimedreplace>>

For one, brief moment everything seems to stand still, with shards of the orb raining down upon your wannabe enslaver.\nThe pale soldierslaves all groaned and gasped, as if shaken by an unseen terror, well, not entirely unseen, it clearly is visible on that womans face, she looks at the shards of the orb, then up to you, as if you, and not //she// where the monster here. Before she can speak however, you hear the noises of bodies dropping around you, it seems every villager but you has suddenly lost conciousness. You too feel yourself fading. \n\n"This is impossible!" The dark lieutnant shouts, backing off a little "How.. who.." the last thing you see, before darkness take you as you too slump over is her gritting her teeth in what looks like worry. At least, you archieved that small victory before ... \n\n<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal -70>>\n<<endsilently>>\n.\n..\n...\n"Ziliiinaaa!" you blink.. this is.. the voice of your mother, no?\n\n"seriously, this girl is sleeping in again, whatever should we do Randolf?"\nYou blink, suddenly jumping awake. Somehow, you are in your bed. You are not enslaved either. Was this all the strangest dream of all time? It felt so.. real. You can still feel the orbs touch, enveloping you..\n\nEither way, you jump out of the bed, answering "Coming mother! Sorry!" \nSoon after you are dressed quickly and without much care to your morning routine. There are more important things to think about right now. You rush downtairs to encounter: Yes, this was definitly your mother, all unenslaved, with her usual gentle smile. Your father has already resumed smithing, working early in the morning. You can hear the rythmical hammering, he always ate the warm, nice smelling breakfast your mother cooked as fast as possible to get to work,.. but that wasn't important right now!\n[[Question your mother]]\n[[She'll just think you're insane...]]

Well, your most extensive battle experience is beating up a boy who was picking on Mariel, about 4 years back. Something tells you this will be different.\n\nYou somewhat recklessly charge at the slave-soldier, swinging your sword in a wide, dramatic arc, wich is quickly deflected, the staff twirls around, pushing you to the ground, but before it can imbed those twisted needles within your body you roll away from it, raising your sword once more from the ground, only to notice that you can't, and gasp in pain, as the thick, dark staff is pushed into your sex, easily tearing through the nonprotection of your dress under the supernatural soldiers attack force.\n\nWith a thick, unforgivingly rough intrusion you feel the staff push into you and worse, you feel it spewing out more of the liquid you saw before, just this time into you. You can feel your womb swelling with the penisstaffs corrupted seed, and as it seeps into you, so do dark feelings of surrender and defeat. You .. you can't win, you don't want to win, you don't want to fight on, you dimly registre the throned womans words..\n\n"Well, you showed some spirit, for your dedication I'll honor you with serving the queen as soldier slave. An existance more meaningful then you perhaps deserve but I'm in a good mood" you heard from the twisted wom.. //slave mistress Ulaya//. With the liquid pumping into you you heard strange whispers, even as you tried to struggle once more, all you managed to do was getting impaled more by your adversary.. //fellow soldierslave// as she starts to slowly push the staff in and out of you, fucking you, for all of the village to see, and as you look up, a disturbing amount of them seems to not worry for you at all, they seem to just enjoy the show, your defeat... //conversion..// your conversion!? \n\nThough a subconcious part of you screams at you, tries to force you to move, in your lust you are unable to, the thick staff pumping into you, your lower belly now visibly swelling with the dark fluids pumped into you, but thats not the worst part, the worst part was, that, judging by the amount gushing out of the staff and into you, you should be fuller, some of it.. was being filled into you, your body, your mind taking you, filling you up with this dark essence, replacing you.. replacing your blood with the essence of the dark queen.. came the unbidden, horrifying realization.. though you felt oddly calm about it, you wanted to... //there is just no point for this slavesoldier to struggle against its destiny// you.. the slave soldier realized, it was originally destined to be workslavemeat, it should be honored to rank by one higher, shouldn't it? //but I don't want to be a slave// a dark voice whispered, slavesoldier of the Queen tried to push it away as she had before, and finally felt itself grew more sucessful. She had fought this strange influence for long enough, no more would she submit to it!\nHer existance was bliss. Literally, there was no pain, only pleasure, obediance, as she'd serve her queen, let herself be taken, her mind filled by a bliss equivalent of her body being pumped full of mistress corruptive juices by an enslavement staff, so empty, so happy. Of course, this pleasure was nothing, for as long as slave served the queen, her pleasure would know no limits, pleasure given for her soul and servitude alone, by the most wonderful of owners, her eternal queen.\nSlave soldier had to spent quite a while training its weak body to be appropriate for the Queens soldiers standards, but it was dedicated and managed to, only [[A few days later]]

<<silently>>\n<<set $arousal = $arousal +10>>\n<<endsilently>>\nYou -carefully- sneak closer to the commotion, it sounds noisy, like.. a fight, a man screams. as you peek around a corner, lit up by 'The Joyful Badgers' Tavern light, several men are in a fist fight. or rather, several men try to gank up on another one, [[you think he's actually the third guard, a newer recruit, you forgot his name though]]\n\nYou feel weird watching them, the other men somehow remind you of pigs, being thrown around by him, thrust into the dirt, squealing in pain, he looks like a strong, dominant alpha, handling three others at once, kicking one away, wrestling another to the ground, standing up, smirking, growling domintantly, with a wolfish grin. Something in his posture just making you see images of him towering over you, forcing you down like he forced those weaker men down, bending you over, a strong alpha to show you your place, breed you, his eager mate and bitch with his strong seed..\n\nYou shake your head at the strange images, noticing your blush, and feeling, with emberassment, your bodies soft arousal. Now more convinced then ever that something dark has come upon this little village you straigthen your dress, and try to calm yourself down. You'd better be cautious whom you get close to.. for now, before anyone notices you, its propably best if you..\n[[Return home]]

<<silently>>\n<<set $exploration = $exploration +1>>\n<<endsilently>>\n<<if $exploration gte 2>>\n<<set $explorationend = 0>>\n[[Meanwhile, elsewhere]]\n<<endif>>\n<<if $explorationend is 1>>\nIf anywhere, then there should be hints of the invasion around town, no?\nYou gently trott along the cobblestones framing the roads of your home village, the bright noons sun illuminating your surroundings, all delightfully empty of any evil queens, or their servants. \nYou wander for a while, until you happen upon a slight stench, permeating the air.. the outskirts of town, a little pigfarm, led by old man Jacobson. You don't see him around, only one of his piggies.. hold on, is there something dark in the mud?\n\nIt could be just your imagination, but it looks like a tiny version of that corruption orb in your not-dream. You could [[climb over the fence to investigate this]]\n\n\nOr instead of getting yourself dirtied, well, you still have some time left, you decide to..\n[[First things first, you need a weapon!]]\n[[Your mother wanted you to shop, might as well...]]\n[[Perhaps you can talk to Mari-el?]]\n[[You could investigate for hints around the countryside]]\n<<endif>>

The man has long, dark hair, almost down to his shoulders, and a short scar over his right eye, he isn't in uniform, punching and striking violently at the men around him, he has something.. primal about him, dark, full eyebrows, piercing blue eyes, not rippled with muscles, but rather a lean, athletic build.\n\n[[Back|Go check it out!]]

//Elsewhere//\n\nA dark Hallway, framed with statues, each of a hero with torn armaments, frozen in an expression of pleasure. At the end of the hallway stands a dark throne, framed by many women, all wearing the outfit of Ulaya, some additional insignia, all of them exuding an aura of authority, exspecially the succubus like looking one right by the throne, her insanely long tongue flicking out, she grinning at everyone in the room with a condescending grin.. exept for the one on the throne, and a small, cute, almost pet like looking purple tentacle-girl, currently getting her belly scratched by the one upon the throne. \n \nUpon the throne is a being shrouded in shadows. Meditating, opening one eye, glowing with a red sheen. Her voice unexpectedly soft, gentle, not demanding at all.. Still, none in this room would not die in a heartbeat if this voice demanded it.\n\n@@color:darkred;letter-spacing:3px;font-size:1em; Lillith, there are no attacks on powerful mages going on as far as we know?@@\n\nThe most demonic of the perverters stepped forward, bowing slightly.\n"No my Queen. None that I am aware of, should I.."\n\n@@color:darkred;letter-spacing:3px;font-size:1em; You should not. This is interesting. Someone quickly, and efficently disposed of a low ranking summoning magic of ours. I could feel it being rent asunder.@@\nThe form on the throne almost chuckled. In her position it was rare to be suprised by anything anymore.\n\n//Back at the garden by Mariels house//\n\nYou clenched your fists, the magic dispersing, melting away slowly, Ulaya staring in disbelieve\n\n"That.. who.. what are you! What could you become... I ... I'll not surrender.. YIHARRRRRR!" The dark, leatherclad woman raised her hands in desperation, drawing another rune, her dark energies coalescing.\n[[However, almost instinctually, you raised your hands, drawing a rune of your own.]]

"Haaah... haaah, wha.. "\n\nYou shake your head, you dreamt of.. your towns school, having been changed all over, and then, this strange, conversion structure on the marketplace, the snakewoman, .. her eyes.. Damn it, the dream was fading. Well, the last three days had been really stressful for you so... \n\nFirst, there was this.. invasion, the dark tent, the woman.. Ulaya, the crystal that shattered that nobody but her could remember, then, she had looked all over, and you were sure you had found signs but, no definitive proof. \n\nYou hear noises outside. Peeking upon the street you feel a strange sense of.. wrongness, but you can't pinpoint why, after all the students all look well and the same, as does the[[usual teacher.]]\n\nYou still have the strangest feeling of Deja Vu as you shake your head clear and...\n[[You decide to visit the school again]]\n[[You decide to visit the conversion building]]\n[[You have to get out of here!]]

Your [[mother]] smiles as you are willing to assist, she lovingly welcomes your assistance, directing you to chop the vegetables, she cooking and preparing dessert, she giggles suddenly, waving over, presenting you with a bit of the dessert on the tip of her finger, you sigh a bit, you're way too old for this, but still have a taste. \n\n"You're such a nice girl for helping your mother out" she comments, hugging you as you find yourself sucking on her yummy dessert covered finger for a moment. "so obediant" she whispers into your ear, and you jerk back, splashing some sticky sweet dessert all over your dress, gasping, your mother looking at you sternly "Zilina! be careful! .. better clean this up, go and change dresses alright?" she.. sounds just like she always does, more disappointed then angry with you. Did you just imagine this last bit? Your nerves are not the best right now so,.. thats not impossible.\n\nEither way, you have to go up to your room and change your dress, after wich you quickly\n[[Rush back down for dinner|Return home]]

Luckily the little guardhouse/baracks isn't far away, a shout over is all it needs to get Guardcaptain Tala's attention. With a short wave you indicate for her to come over and, as she sees the reason for your calling she rushes to your side swiftly.\n\n"Victor? Are you alright? Victor? Did you get attacked? I told you, just scout, no messing around!" She says, with more stern concern then anything else, stepping up to the man. As you approach behind her you see the reason for his distress. He is not injured, he is stroking his uhm.. well his cock, rather furious.\nAs you close in you can't help but take a little peek, you havent really seen many nude men before, though sadly the guard captain blocks most of your view. \n\nVictor seems rather ashamed, his face flushed, he stuttering\n"ca..captain, I .. errr I saw.. oooh.." he moans, the captain, at first blushing a bit herself, quickly composes herself, reaching to pull him up "Get a grip, what are you doing in the middle of the town!" you think she doesnt want any more emberassment for the guard, as she drags Victor into the guardhouse unceremoniously, leaving you to just stand there and marvel at the strangeness of the situation\n\n"That was really strange." you can only nod to Mariels words, you both standing at the city gates, that is, until you hear an annoying voice.. Davion..\n\n"You two, hey! Zil, Marimari! At the marketplace! Theres a strange, black woman! You gotta see this!"\n\n"What the? Hey wait!" you try to question Davion, perhaps this explains Victors condition, but he, bein the usual nuisance, already rushed on.\nMariel looks at you [["I guess we better take a look?"]]

You have troubles focusing on anything at all suddenly. You do however notice the pretty dark lady and her shiny orb rather easily, an orb that seems to glow more and more, floating slightly under the womans mumbling chants. \n\nYou pay the others, so many around you.. lots of people.. no close attention, though if you did you'd notice that they hold a vacant expression similiar to your own. The orb is spinning now, slowly, around its own axis, the light of the warm midday sun coalescing around it, almost forming a slight, translucent cocoon around it. It looks so beautiful.\n\nYou watch the pretty lines of energy, wondering what they are all about. They look funny, though suddenly, they shoot out. An instinctual part of you wants to dodge away from them, but its just so much, too much of an effort, as they slowly curl and snare around your arms, legs.. rubbing all tingly and funny like.. you dunno.\n\nThe Darkly dressed woman is smiling. She seems happy. That is nice. Strings are now attached, winding around and all over your body, making you feel all tingly. Theres also strings poking at your head, feeling a little itchy. You want to scratch them away, but again, that'd be so much effort, and you can't move properly with those strings about anyway..\n\nYou feel a kind of painful pressure on your forehead, and suddenly you are very relaxed. The dark dressed lady meanwhile keeps talkling: "There you go, do not resist, become your dark queens puppets." She smirks over, and you find yourself nodding for some reason. The strings all attached to you, all clingy and tight, but the weirdest are the strings that are rubbing over your head, it almost feels as if they reach deep inside you.\n\nThe strings grip you tightly all of a sudden. They move you. You could resist, but just going along with the strings moving you is far less effort. It feels nice. You and other people around you approach the beautiful orb. You want to touch it, but it floats so high above you. \nSuddenly you feel a tearing, watching a bit of fleshyness float out, drawn into the orb by a string coming from you. Your head feels weird, and a bit of red drips out, but it doesnt bother you at all. Somehow you know it isn't fatal, so why would anything bother you? \n \nThe woman tells you that you are a puppet, and as you don't know who or what else you could be.. there was something, but it seems gone now.. you will have to listen to her to understand.\nShe tells you you are among the Queens front row slaves now. It makes something between your legs all nice and warm feeling to know that. She tells you not to worry, so you don't, you are slaveflesh, slaveflesh doesn't resist, it holds still and obeys. Did she tell you that too? You lost track of time so it is hard to tell. She now tells you that good slaveflesh stays still and listens. So you do that. It seems familiar, so its easier for you to understand now.\n\nYou doubt you could move without anyone pulling your dollstrings anyway, even now that the visible strings have faded, pulled back into the crystal, taking a little weird fleshy part of you with them. You'd find it funny if you didn't feel so nice, and feeling anything else but nice and obediant was so much work. Too much work. You are a doll. All you can do is.. is...\n[[The Doll waited for commands.]]

[[Back|help her cook]]\n\nSylvia, your mother is a gentle woman with soft, shoulder long blonde hair, a mature figure of only 5'4 and a usually caring expression. But then you are her daughter after all, you haven't found a thing you could do to make her really mad at you, not that you truly tried.

The best way to figure out how to stop this is to find out what she's after. Then you can thwart her plans! "What was your goal? Why are you going after this town? What have we done to you?!" You passionately demand to know of her. You will make sure that her plans ultimately fail!\n\n"Done to us?" She repeated. She seemed genuinly confused. "You've done nothing. You are bestowed with the honor of serving the Dark Queen. All will serve her, your proximity was nearly the best for this raid. The plan was to simply convert All of the inhabitants into E or F slave material.. but.. With you deflecting my magic, you are high D class or even more, mistress, considering you did this almost on instinct. Higher ranking classes are rare finds, usually a lower class needs to be infused with a lot of magic. Right now.. you'd be our goal. You should serve the queen and let me contact two Rank C hunters, and a rank B Arch Corruptrix, to ensure your swift enslavement and processing. If you exhaust your powers too early you can not become C-Material." ... "Rank-C? Like Nerva, the snake woman, right?" "Yes mistress, higher ranking slaves are mutated and gain abilities far beyond simple strength or corrupted magic."\n\nThe kneeling dominatrix smiled up to you, expectantly You could try asking her more questions, but it seems clear what is going on, what you need to know, is how to stop it. So you ask.\n\n"Stop it? You can't stop it. I can't stop it, the will of the queen is absolute. Well, My mistress, Lady Bathory, a rank B Arch-Corruptrix might be able to spare your village, and let them be, but for one, why would you be so cruel as to take away the beauty of servitude for them, for two, she is unlikely to do such..."\n\nIt seems Zilina might have to risk letting this woman..\n[[Contact her superiors?]]\nor should she[[ask another question first?]]\n\n

Mariel and her parents little Bakery are just across the street, so you quickly, like you've done many times before, climb out of your window, using the twilight to approach your friends orange colored house, slightly sneakily, your dad would not approve of seeing you out here.. knocking on her window.. waiting.. knocking again, finally it opens.\n\n"Hey Zil, how are you?" Mariel peeks out.. and because you know your friend well you can see she had been crying.\n"Mari.. what, whats wrong?" you ask, concerned for your friend, ignoring her question. It takes her a short moment to respond and then tears break out of her.\n"Zi.. my my father, he.. when he came home he ate most of our goods, then got in a fight with Mr. Henderson and.. he got injured, and then.. t.. they took him away!"\n\n"Wow.. Mari, I'm sorry, wait, who took him away?" "The Dark people, these.. queen servants, one of the pale girls came and just guided him away! She said some stuff I didn't understand and he just followed, like some sort of animal or something she was herding!"\n\nShe breaks out in tears again, you smile shily, leaning up to try and comfort your friend, touching her arm, being there for her. Part of you wants to go and look for her father, but not with the condition your friend is in right now. You spent several long moments there, until Mariel finally retreats, smiling shily. "Th.. thanks for being there for me Zil, I should better go check on mom.\n"Yeah, I kinda should go back home before anyone notices I'm gone before Dinner. Take, .. take care of yourself Mari, this is all way too weird." you agree, and make your way back, crossing the street to the backyard of your house, reaching for your window to climb back in, that is, until you suddenly hear a commotion, at the end of the street.\nYou decide to..[[Go check it out!]] [[Return home]]

What would he do to you.. a hissing in your mind... Why, only good things, wonderful things ... the hissing tickles on in your mind ... he will make your eggs into serpent eggs, then ride you until you find him a new victim. Once you subdue her for him, he will nest in her instead, leaving you to lay your eggs and enjoy your lustful, scaley, serpentgirl body however you like.\n\nYour own tongue hisses out at the tickling feeling of the hissing in your mind. You cannot help but feel kind of..used by this snake? He just wants to use you as host.. then go to the next one.. yes.. this is.. wrong. You carefully try reaching into your pussy with one hand, parting your legs, reaching for the snake-creature...\n\nHowever, as your fingers slide between your reptilian folds, stimulating you, the feeling of pleasure is incredible, even when your sharp nails accidentally prick your soft skin. This feeling of ecstasy is only magnified by the hissing in your head. Use you? No, no, your master loves you ... he would stay with you always, if he could, but he must slither inside another woman if he is to make you a slutty, serpentine sister to play with. It is the only way to spread the scaley joy for the Dark Queen after all!\n\nYou notice that your finger have started to rub instead of.. well what you planned to do. You moan once more, bending back a bit, pushing out your chest..wait.. what are you supposed to do now? Master loves you? Spread.. his scaley joy? Humnn..that.. doesn't sound all bad admittedly.. ooh those scales feel smootth but.. kinda.. wrong? .. ooh! \n\nYour skin tingles wonderfully, along your belly, thighs, and now the fingers within your sex, and those wonderful, smooth scales start to spread a little faster. Yes, master loves you so much, says the hissing in your mind. Loves his slutty serpentgirl host, loves you so much he wants to make you lots of slutty serpentgirl sisters, showing them all the joy of such perfect, smooth scales... each stroke of your fingers and prick of your nails sending waves of pleasure through you.\n\nYou lay your eyes upon the spreading scales... aren't those moving faster? Panic starts to wall up.. why actually? Thoses scales were.. are bad..? Yes... but for slutty serpent girls? .. but..you aren't one or?.. scales bad! ..or? .. what are you, you can't be just a serpent slave or? You have trouble focusing your thoughts.\n\nYesss, you ARE a slutty serpent girl ... Master's slutty serpent girl, so sexy and obedient, you need those scales all over you, to make you perfect and smooth. The hissing echoes through your mind, calming your racing thoughts, as the scales cover your belly, creep towards your knees, and start to appear above your wrist. It feels so good, so very good ... how could this be wrong?\n\nSexy.. obediant.. smooth..yes.. but.. ooh.. the hissing so nice, calming you.. letting the scales spread.. but.. you still need to fight, your hand now pushing into your slightly spread pussy, lots of love juices lubricating it, allowing you to dip in deeper easily, to pleasure you so well.. no wait.. to pull that wicked.. beautiful snake out of you.. ooh your head is spinning...\n\nYour thoughts scatter away under a blast of pleasure as you push your hand into your serpentine slit, the ecstasy of feeling your own scales rubbing against your inner walls almost - almost - as good as when Master first entered you. Those wonderful, smooth scales spread faster still as your pleasure spikes, now starting to creep over your breasts, spill below your knees, and race up your arm towards the elbows ... and always the hissing, the endless hissing in your mind. You have the urge ... to hiss with it.\n\nWhile your head swims in pleasure, and your sex grips your own hand tightly.. you just obey, pushing your hand into your sex wantonly, hissing along with that wonderful hissing in your head, hissing for the queen...\n\nAs you hiss, the noise in your mind grows louder, in a beautiful duet with you, driving out all other thoughts ... everything is perfect, as it should be ... Master inside you, scales climbing your neck, oh so soon you will be complete... then you can find a girl to bite, and make her complete too... a wonderful, perfect world of smooth scales and hissing. Master coils around your hand, rewarding your hands quest with another dose of his divine venom, pure pleasure, pure ecstasy as it pumps through you.\n\nYou smile happily, presenting your wrist to your master to inject his poison into, hissing with him.. letting him complete you, letting his wonderful hissing fill your head.. perfecting you, so smooth..so obediant..\n\nThe last of your skin disappears under perfect, smooth scales, your eyes turning red, pupils stretching into serpentine slits. You know your true purpose in life now. You are Master's slutty serpentgirl, and you need to find him a new victim to corrupt... New Serpents, for the Queen.\n\n// And with that Zilinas story ended, the snake that overtook her was strong, once, an escape from the forces of the dark queen it eventually succumbed to her taint, a powerful specimen, that, using Zilina and others as host, would give the Queen many more wonderful, obediant specimen. This is how Zilina became an eager Rank D Snakebreeder.//\n[[Zilinas Tale]]\n<<silently>>\n<<set $attack = 1>>\n<<set $arousal = 0>>\n<<endsilently>>

You decide you might as well investigate this mysterious milk crisis yourself. Perhaps thats what this dark queen invasion was really about. Diary domination! \n\nYou chuckle to yourself at the thought, as you make the long foot march to the cowfarms on the countryside.. you do not see any cows outside of them, perhaps they really where sick. It is said animals were more sensitive to the supernatural after all.\n\nAfter some thought you finally approach the ranch, a short walk along a way paved with chipped wood, knocking at the oaken door. After a few minutes a sleepy-looking woman with a motherly smile, short, brown hair, and a .. rather voluptous figure answers the door. "Yes? What is it?"\n\n"Hello, .. I'm terribly sorry, but I err.. I wanted to buy milk, there was none at the market and now after wandering in the heat for a while I'm so thirsty.. can I come in?" you answer truthfully\n"My name is Zilina" You add.\n\nShe smiles. "Why of course, dear. Come on in. We have lots of warm, fresh milk to share." She stands aside, letting you enter.\n"So whats the problem," you ask. "The cows are not giving milk?"\n"Oh, not at all. Lottie! Lottie dear! We have a visitor who needs a nice drink of milk!" She closes the door behind you, smiling. The house smells a lot like cows... but that's not really surprising, is it? \n\n"Something seems to have startled the cows, so.. their milk all went sour overnight! You have no idea what that could have been or?" she asks, looking at you, while whoever this Lottie was apparently got you something to drink.\nSpeaking of milk ... it smells a lot like that in here too. Milk and cows. So does the lady, actually, especially her big breasts. That seems a little strange ... doesn't it? You see a younger woman, similiar to the first, though with longer, brown-black hair, probably her daughter, appearing from deeper in the house with a big smile and big breasts of her own.\n \nYou decide to simply smile and wave to her, coughing slightly, it really has been a long way here, longer then you thought at least "Hello there. well.. I'm terrible thirsty.. could one of you..?"\n\nThe farmer-mother instantly responds with a smile: "Lottie, dear, a mug of the freshest for our guest. Don't worry, honey, it'll be here in no time."\n\n"Oh thats so nice.. I" you hesitate.. you can't put your finger on it, but something seems faintly.. off right now, as if you where missing something.. but before you can question the matter further you hear:\n"There there, dear, once you have a sip you'll never want to drink anything else!" the farmer sells her product as she holds you up in a motherly way, embracing you suddenly "oh.. uhm.. yes now" You try to wiggle through her suprisingly strong yet soft hold, the feeling of worry intensifying despite the farmers motherly behaviour.\nShe seems oddly strong. "Now now, dear, don't squirm. You'll ruin your appetite. Ah, here comes Lottie now!"\nYou tilt your head... eying her breasts again, such big, beautiful breasts.. still you can't help thinking something is strange about the two now, as Lottie approaches with a big smile and two wooden mugs full of fresh milk. Still you can't just.. back off now, can you? That'd be awfully rude. She hands you one of the mugs. "Here you are! Drink up, thirsty traveller!"\n\n"Uhmnn..." you take the mug, suspiciously" l.. let me sit down yes?" Though you do not mind the motherly embrace too much you feel like this is all happening rather quickly.\n\n"Oh, of course, dear." The motherly farmer guides you to one of their simple chairs and helps you sit down, hands on your shoulders in an affectionate way, though there is a certain gentle forcefulness in her motions. "Drink up, now, before you perish of thirst!"\n \nYou smile a bit at the overexageration and the gentle treatment, leading the beverage to your lips.. one way or the other you have to take a small sip to not make them suspicious... also you can't help but again gaze at their breasts. what about them seemed off.. hmnn.\nPerhaps it was the smell... the smell of cows and milk was so strong, weirdly strong. Smelled kind of like the milk you're drinking now ... the first sip is strangely tingly when it touches your tongue, but after a moment it doesn't taste so bad, warming you, driving your thirst away.\n \n"Hmnn" you lick your lips "tastes suprisingly .. warm" you nod, finding yourself relaxing a bit. "So you two lead a cow farm all on your own?" she inquires, mainly to distract them from her not drinking much.. \n\n"Our man left us... a while ago" .. was there just a moment of hesitation? "But we have Mabel now to help, so it's not so bad." She pets your head encouragingly. "Drink up, dearie, you must not die of thirst!" The milk is smelling a little sweeter now that you've had some.\n \n"So you are three?" You feel your cheeks flush a bit at the petting, as you try a second sip hesitantly, after all, it is just milk,.. what bad things could happen from drinking the same milk you had almost every day.\n"Err, either way, see. .. thanks for your hospitality, perhaps I should.." but before you can make an offer to buy some milk and be on your way you are interrupted by some worrysome words:\n \n"Just us three... but we're always open to getting new farmhands." The second sip tastes even better, you didn't even realize you took it till you feel the warm, sweet milk flushing past your lips, a tingling warmth wandering through your mouth and throat. You start feeling a little lazy and relaxed, and the milk still smells so sweet...\n\n[[Excuse yourself and leave!]]\n[[How bad can relaxing a little be..]]\n