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The Sultry Slavegirls of Serandra Soulstealer
🕑 Added 2023-11-15 18:00:07 +0000 UTCHey folks!
Progress update: Lungs seem to be recovering. I'm hopeful, if not entirely confident. We'll see how things are next week - I really don't want to miss another month.
Back to business though - here, have a story with some good ol' mind control and transformation nonsense!
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(Contains mind control and gender bending shenanigans)
“How long do we need to hold?” The resistance fighter swept a collection of laptops and files off a nearby table, kicking it over to barricade the door. His grizzled stubble and messy black hair made him look older than he was – life spent living on the run hadn’t been kind to him. “This isn’t going to buy us long!”
“I really wish I could tell you!” At the back of the room, the group’s technician was working away inside what was practically a nest of computers, fingers flying over the keys as he tried to keep them running. Short blond hair, reedy, a little on the tall side – he was exactly the kind of man you expected to see working a boring office job, if not for the pair of pistols strapped to his back. “The signal’s getting out, but it’s weak. Whatever she did to the city’s making this difficult.”
At the large glass window that made up one of the walls, the third member of their merry band was peering through the blinds, eyeing the growing swarm far down below. He was the one who looked the most like he belonged in this situation. Big muscles, short red hair, and a confident grip on his gun. “I don’t like the look of things out there. Maybe we need to get out while we still can.”
“… No. This is our one chance to get a message out.” The fighter, the leader of their cell, shook his head. “The resistance has risked too much for us to fail here at the end. Whatever happens, we hold the line.”
At the window, his fellow soldier shook his head. “Heh. I figured you’d say something stupid like that, Jack.” He grinned, backing up and loading his rifle. “Well, we’re screwed then. But damnit, I’m going to take as many of them down with me as I can!”
Theo looked up, concern flashing in his eyes. “Remember, they used to be-”
“I know exactly what they used to be.” The soldier cut him off immediately. “But now they serve her. Taking them down is a mercy.”
The statement rattled something inside Jack, something deep and gentle, a part of him that had never wanted to hurt anyone. But times had changed. He had changed. And so had his friends. Once upon a time it would have been impossible to imagine quiet Theo with a set of guns slung over his shoulders trying to hack the systems of an actual TV network. And there was no way anyone who saw football jock Rodney Heath would expect him to be one of the best shots in the city, with a kill count to match. Just like no one would have ever expected a bland guy like Jack Hedger to be the leader of his own resistance cell.
How long had it been now, since that simple life had been stolen from them – since her arrival? Weeks? Months? Years? Time lost meaning when you spent every day focused on survival. It didn’t matter anyhow – this was the world they lived in now, and that was where he needed to focus.
“Just focus on the signal, Theo,” he said, cutting off any debate before it could begin. “The faster that gets sent out, the less people are going to get hurt.”
“Yeah, if you actually do your damn job, we might even make it out of here.” Rod grunted, raising his gun as the door started to rattle on its hinges.
“You know, I’d love that,” Theo grunted. “But I don’t think it’s going to happen.”
Jack blinked, and then followed the blond’s gaze back to the window. Through the blinds, he could see a large, flapping shadow. He cursed.
“Ah hell, what on earth is that thing?”
Rod shrugged. “One of her creatures, I guess.”
“It’s coming in!” The windows rattled as sharp talons scratched at them.
“Alright then!” Jack stepped back and sighted his gun. “Rod, you’re with me. We’ll hold them off while Theo does his thing. As long as it takes, got me?”
The soldier just chuckled, nodding. “Feels like I’ve been waiting all my life to hear those words. Let’s do this.”
Theo was back to frantically typing, his eyes tracking the progress of his upload beat by beat. “God speed guys – I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”
“No rush. Gimme a little while to enjoy myself.”
“I call dibs on the big one.”
“Hah.” The two smirked at each other. “Only if you beat me to it!”
The door burst open and the glass shattered – and the fight of the Sun Network Tower truly began.
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Though it would forever be a mystery as to what caused it, the Meld would one day be known as the turning point in two distinct histories, merging the two lines into one cohesive – if messy – whole. Today, though, that name hadn’t even been suggested yet. It wouldn’t be given a proper, academic name for several years yet, once the dust had settled and the new world had found its feet.
All that was known that one day, things changed. One day, an entire military base appeared inside the walls of Kelvana Keep, the stronghold of the silvervein dwarves. One day, a foul dark mist rolled across the oceans and made seafaring travel impossible. And one day, Metriford city – soon to be renamed to Mistvale city - fell to Serandra Soulstealer.
It was a simple thing, but devastatingly quick. Her palace simply appeared in the middle of Central Park – and soon thereafter, her influence had spread over the bustling metropolis like the shadow of a dark cloud. She had, the citizens would soon learn, been preparing for an attack by her rival mages for some time, and had simply assumed that the appearance of a strange city around her seat of power had been it. Gaudy, she had judged, but marginally impressive.
Thus, her supposed ‘counter strike’ was quick and ruthless. Spells of binding had shot through the streets, fired from the tallest spires of her palace at speeds approaching that of a machine gun, each shot homing in on unsuspecting targets out on the streets, most of whom had been staring with open mouths at the sudden arrival. When struck, each target would stop in place, halted mid motion no matter where they were or what they were doing. Frozen in time, unaware of anything beyond the moment they had been caught.
At the same time, a flash of white light emitted from the central tower, rolling over the city like water over a slab. The weak of will dropped to their knees for miles around, their eyes pale and misty, proclaiming their love and submission for their new queen – unable to be roused by anyone with them.
Hundreds, perhaps even thousands fell in the first moments of the war – and that was before the mage’s main force even emerged from her palace, loyal soldiers armed with blades sharp enough to cut stone, enthralled casters throwing yet more devastating spells, crystalline golems that towered over buildings…
In the end, the ‘war’ lasted only as long as it took her forces to reach the edge of the city, encircle it in a magical barrier, and declare it their domain. With the world in such chaos, no one else came to drive her back – and soon, Serandra Soulstealer was once again secure in her new holdings. Metriford was no more – the domain of Mistvale was here to stay.
But that wasn’t to say there was no resistance. The strong of will, the cunning, the quick, they refused to go quietly. With their escape already cut off by the barrier, their only choice was to fight back. They were possibly the only chance the world had to resist this woman’s incursion, or so they told themselves.
In the new world, groups like this were coming together on both sides of the line, heroes struggling to preserve the old status quo and resist against the new. In time, many of them would find success and unity, coming together to help ease all of their peoples into their new co-existence, a unity of magic and technology that would redefine everything they knew about themselves.
Alas, not all of these groups would get that chance.
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“Such fascinating devices…” The woman handled the rifle like a child might an unusual new toy, gripping its heel between her thumb and forefinger and dangling it in front of her. The weapon didn’t suit her. She was tall, with icy blonde hair, and wore a sheer blue dress that seemed much more suited for a warmer climate, though she showed no discomfort at her relative state of undress. “And without a trace of magic! Imagine, being able to produce such results without a drop of mana. Oh, I can’t wait to exploit this against those fools in Novera. They’ll never see it coming.”
Then she discarded it – just casually tossed it over her shoulder into the waiting hands of a minion clad in a blue latex bodysuit. “Sadly for you, the same could not be said for me. I’m afraid I learned much about your little toys when you first arrived in my domain.”
She stepped forward towards her captives, eyeing all of them with a smug smile. The three had been bound in glowing blue chains of magic, their weapons stripped from them, and forced to their knees in the centre of the studio where they had made their last stand. Each of them glared at her in defiance, their chins held high, strengthened by the knowledge that while they may have ultimately lost the fight, they had accomplished their goal – the message had gone out. Beyond the barrier, people now knew what was happening in the fallen city.
Their outright defiance seemed to amuse the woman. “You may feel you have achieved something here today – perhaps you think the fools beyond my realm will answer your call for help? But I can assure you, everything you have done has been pointless. No one will dare challenge my power here – they will fret about in their own kingdoms, tending to their own affairs, hoping that I never turn my gaze in their direction. No matter how much you beg, they will not save you.”
“What do you think, Jack?” Rodney chuckled as he peered up at his captor. “Ain’t she yabbering on a bit too much for someone who’s supposed to be in charge of all this?”
“Well you know what they say, Rod.” Jack grinned. “Narcasists love the sound of their own voice, no matter what nonsense they end up spouting. Just let her say her piece, it’ll make her feel better.”
Serandra’s eyes flared, flashing with blue light. “Trying to hide your fear with humour will avail you nothing,” she hissed, raising a hand that crackled with magical power. “Other than a more humiliating fate. You would dare speak such mockery when your lives are at my mercy? Your foolishness knows no end.” Her glowing gaze snapped to Theo, the only one who hadn’t spoken yet. “And you? Will you join your companions in their insolence? Or perhaps you have some sense? If you swear fealty to me, I may yet be convinced to spare you the damnation they have invited upon themselves.”
The dark blond considered it for a moment, nodding his head from side to side and he weighed up the pros and cons of her offer. Then, he spoke. “I’m going to have to say that you can take that offer and shove it out of whatever hole your flying monkeys came out of.”
The insult drew a blink of confusion from the mage. “What flying monkeys? What are you talking- Tch, it doesn’t matter. Fine, then so be it.” She pointed her spell weaving hand in the man’s direction. “You can be the first example of what happens to those who defy me.”
Blue lightning lanced out and struck the kneeling man in the chest, driving a gasp from his lungs as his head rocked back – the chains around him still anchoring him in place. But as flashy as it was, the spell didn’t seem to pack much physical force – its power worked on a much deeper level than that. Even as he tried to draw breath, blue energy crackled around him, and began to go to work.
Before his comrade’s eyes Theo grunted and squirmed, his teeth gritting as his body tensed, muscles straining against their restraints. The blue energy was gathering around his feet, sizzling like static for a moment, before his shoes suddenly morphed from worn combat boots into dazzling ice blue high heels. It only took a moment, and came with a wince of discomfort from the blond, but he didn’t get time to dwell – as soon as the shoes were done, the lightning was shooting up his legs, zapping his pants away and replacing them with similarly coloured blue latex leggings. The tight plastic clung to his legs without hesitation, and in so doing revealed that the tough muscle he had developed over all of his work with the resistance was also quickly melting away, his rough flesh seeming to turn smooth and slender…
It was when said lightning reached his hips that the real changes started, though.
“Ghnn!!” His whole body shuddered as the lightning snapped and popped around his hips. Hips that were slowly starting to swell, plumping up wider and fatter. The growth strained the clip of his belt to breaking point before that too vanished in a flash of blue, replaced by a silver cord that fitted around his expanded thighs without issue, a slick part of the latex outfit he was developing. But the part that made his eyes cross, the part that was least visible from the outside, was the inverse of what was happening to his ass – it was the drizzling, shrinking sensation between his legs. It was a quick, fleeting feeling – a hiss of energy, an electric tingle, and then something being pulled back inside him, like he was sucking in his tongue too fast, but from the wrong end. His eyes widened as he realised the truth – that his manhood, one of the last things he had left to him after losing so much to the magical invasion, had just been stripped from him too.
He barely reacted to the energy rising higher, shrinking in his waist as his black jacket was converted into latex as well. From his expression, it looked like he was still in shock. But even that confused numbness couldn’t protect him from when the lightning reached his chest, and he started to grow again. The transformation seemed to be speeding up, in fact, his chest rising from flat to fat in no time at all, as though someone had just started inflating him. Every breath he took – and his breathing was getting hard and fast at this point – seemed to push out his chest even more, his new curves lovingly displayed by the blue latex that now covered him from the neck down. By the time they stopped growing, he was a top heavy hourglass, and that took some work given how big his ass had gotten.
But any hope for relief was quickly quashed. The spell wasn’t going to stop there. A strained groan became a low moan as the power washed over his vocal chords and shrank his Adams apple into invisibility on its way up into his brain. His eyes rolled up in his head, eyelids fluttering as the magic crackled around him, forming a small halo. Beneath it his short hair burst out of his head, growing down his back, long and luscious and thick right down to his ass, and his face changed, his features growing softer, his lips puffier, his nose smaller, eyebrows slimmer, looking all over more feminine.
Finally, a silver helmet, one just large enough to cover over his eyes, leaving his new mouth exposed, exactly like the ones worn by all of Serandra’s minions, shimmered into existence on his head. Then, and only then, did the blue energy dissipate – taking the magical chains along with it.
A quiet sigh fell from slackened lips, steam rising off of the blue body suited figure as the rest of the room watched, some with nervous concern, others with smug confidence. Then, the mage who had started it all snapped her fingers.
“Minion! Attend me!”
And Theo – the busty girl who had been Theo – snapped to her feet, saluting. “At once, Mistress!”
Jack and Rodney exchanged looks of horror and concern, but there was little they could do to intervene as, with a wide smile on her face, the new girl quickly scampered over to the mage’s side. There she was immediately snagged by Serandra’s arm and pulled into a possessive embrace – one that included the mage’s hand on her newly enhanced rear. “Now, dearest slave, tell me – you’re the one who would handle all these silly machines for your former friends, correct?”
“I used to be, Mistress!” The minion wiggled her hips and cooed with delight as she was groped. “Now I’m just yours~”
The mage grinned. “Of course. And you know how to work all of this… bizarre looking technology?”
The blonde nodded eagerly. “Oh yes Mistress. I studied this place for weeks before we came here! I wanted to know everything about how these things worked, just in case anything went wrong.”
“And instead, it went oh so right.” Serandra chuckled. “Perfect. So, if I wanted to make a little show of my own, how many people could you send it to?”
The blue clad minion thought for a second. “Oh, if you let me restore full power, I could broadcast it to the entire world from here, Mistress!”
That made the villainess’s eyes light up. “I like the sound of that… Whatever it means. Very well. Go and set up your ‘broad cast’ thing. I have a few words that I wouldn’t mind sharing with the world…” She smacked her new slave on the rear. “Get to it!”
“Yes Mistress!” Once again, that salute, and then the blonde minion was darting off, back to the studio she’d been working in before the group’s capture – and her friends could only watch her go.
Jack growled, his eyes burning with hatred as they returned to the evil sorceress. “Monster… What did you do to him?”
Serandra laughed, turning back to her captives. “I merely helped her understand her true place in the world – serving at my feet. The same fate that awaits everyone who tries to defy me. And thanks to her, soon the entire world will understand that fact.”
The dark haired man’s eyes narrowed. “So you’re going to make an example out of us.”
“Naturally.” She shrugged casually. “And I must thank you. Before your little stunt here today, I had no idea you had the ability to send messages out across the world. I’ll make good use of this, I assure you~”
At Jack’s side, Rod was growling. “Y’know what else you’ve got no idea about?” His muscles were still straining against his chains. “You’ve got no idea… How much you piss me off!”
Suddenly, the bound soldier rose to his feet, the magical restraints snapping like twigs as he threw himself into a forward charge. At this range, he was close enough to knock the vile mage’s head right from her shoulders, and with a mighty yell he raised his fist to do just that-
A blast of red magic, big and deep enough to envelop his whole body, caught him in the face. Serandra covered her yawn with her free hand, the other having fired the spell at a moment’s notice. “Oh please, as if you’re the first rebels I’ve captured. You people are so predictable.”
The bright light faded, and Jack found himself blinking rapidly as he tried to make out what had become of his friend through all the smoke. But as his vision cleared, he wished he hadn’t.
Standing in the middle of the scorch mark on the floor was a familiar looking woman – familiar because she looked just like all the other women that the sorceress called her minions throughout the city. She was clad in black latex instead of blue, but the body type was the same. Smooth, slender legs. Thick, powerful thighs. A plump, grip friendly ass. A tight waist and toned abdomen. Firm and bouncy breasts, large enough for everyone to enjoy. Lithe and unmuscled arms. Pouty lips, a dainty nose, and a silver helmet placed over her long red hair…
She stood stiff and at attention, staring blankly forward in place. And aside from her, there was no trace of what had become of Rodney Heath.
Serandra walked right up to her, drawing a finger up her flat belly, rising right between her breasts to stroke beneath her chin. “But predictable isn’t such a bad thing,” she said, slowly circling around the new woman, appreciating how she didn’t move a muscle even as the mage’s hands began to roam and stroke. “All that fire and strength will serve me well in my security forces. What do you say, dear? Would you like to be my new bodyguard?”
“It would be my honour, Mistress!” The black-suited woman barked, still focusing her gaze straight forward. She was clearly trying not to react as her enchanter’s fingers slid between her legs and circled a very sensitive area – but the growing blush on her cheeks said she felt every touch.
“How lovely,” the mage giggled, her hand rising to stroke the girl’s cheek, before leaning in to deliver a quick kiss. The redhead responded with barely restrained enthusiasm, closing her eyes as their lips met, and whimpering in disappointment when they finally parted again.
“You see,” Serandra giggled, turning back to her final captive and leaving her new minion to take her place behind her. “There is nothing you can do. No matter how hard you struggle, no matter how strong your armies, no matter how righteous you believe yourself to be… Everyone falls before a true master of the arcane arts. Your world will be no different.”
Jack couldn’t do much more than glare back at her. He knew that. She knew that. But still, if she was giving him the chance to speak, he’d take it. “Do what you want with me. I don’t care. But people like you never get away with what they’ve done forever. Sooner or later, someone is going to make you pay for this. One day, justice will prevail!”
As expected, it didn’t get much of a reaction out of her. “Oh nooo, a wannabe hero prophesising my defeat, I’ve never heard that before.” She smirked. “Child, really now. I have been cursed at by far greater heroes than you – and do you know where they are now? Well, that one over there used to be Oliver the Swift,” she said, pointing to a still and stoic security minion in the corner of the room. “He spent a good fifteen minutes describing my painful and torturous death when I caught him – and now she puts her tongue to much better use. That girl there?” She turned her captive’s face to look at one of the blue minions helping the former Theo. “That was Claudia of Garavon. She taught me curse words I’d never even imagined! Sometimes I still have her recite them as my footrest when I want to laugh. And there are a half dozen others waiting for me in my palace, hoping I’ll choose them to join my bedroom slaves for the evening when I return tonight.”
“All of them promised that one day, justice would strike me down. And do you know what? It hasn’t yet. I’m starting to think that none of these ‘heroes’ actually knew what they were talking about. But then, being a hero doesn’t exactly take a very bright mind, does it?”
She reached out and patted the man on his dark haired head, chuckling as he tried to throw her off – and then turned as a familiar voice called out. “Mistress! We’re ready to send your message out!”
“Wonderful!” She clapped her hands, looking around. “What do I need to do?”
“Just stand right there, Mistress!” An excitable blue clad slave had slid behind one of the studio’s cameras, and was pointing it in their direction. “And say what you want to say! We can send it out as soon as you like!”
“Then let’s get started.” The sorceress flicked her hair back over her shoulder with a grin. “I can’t spend all day on this~”
Jack glanced at the camera and tried to speak – only to find a magical gag wrapping over his mouth. His captor shot him a smug smirk, before turning to the camera.
“To all who are listening,” the mage said, drawing herself up. “I am Serandra Soulstealer. Some of you may know me already. Some of you may not. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I have claimed the city of Mistvale under my protection. The people here are mine, and will not be touched nor harmed by any outside force. But leave us in peace, and all will be well.”
She gave a small, condescending smile – which Jack was pleased to see wasn’t quite aimed at the camera – before she continued, her expression hardening.
“However, to all those who violate my rule – those who seek to harm my people or defy my commands – punishment will be swift and certain! And the penalty, I will demonstrate for you now…”
Kneeling at her side, Jack rolled his eyes, very visibly, for the camera. It wasn’t much, but it made him feel a little better.”
“This man was a fool who refused to acknowledge my rule. And now, he will be a man no longer! Watch, as he learns to price of defiance.”
She raised her hand – and once again, magic began to crackle. Extending her hand, she summoned up a warm orb of yellow light – and as it descended over him, Jack felt the magic start to take hold.
The resistance fighter braced himself. He knew what was coming. He lacked Rodney’s strength to break free or Theo’s quick wits to think of a way out. The best he could hope for was resisting her magic. Enduring, and maybe turning things around when her guard was down.
But as a warm feeling filled him, his skin starting to tingle all over as the light bathed over him, he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to do that much…
Unlike what he’d seen with Theo, this time the changes started in his chest. It felt warm, pleasantly so, and for a moment he was confused as to what was happening. But then his jacket started to feel tight in the front, and loose in the sides. A moment later, and he felt the same in his hips, his body starting to shift and morph all over at once. It didn’t feel as painful as he expected. No, worse – it felt good. Like stretching after a hard day of exercise.
The sensation was… It felt like his body had been turned into dough in the oven, starting to rise as heat and warmth was applied. It was hottest in his chest, in his thighs, in his scalp… And he could feel the changes happening there. He could feel his flat chest starting to push outwards, his nipples becoming sentivie and tingly as they rubbed against the inside of his vest. He could feel his pants drawing tight, his belt digging deeper and deeper into flesh he hadn’t had when he did it up. And he could feel his hair starting to slide down his back, jet black and with a silky shine.
But at the same time, it felt like he was ice, melting on a hot summer’s day. In some places where the heat touched, he was shrinking, not growing. He could feel his muscles draining out of him in his legs, his arms, his chest – the mass seeming to flow away into his growing breasts and behind. And he could feel that chilling tickle in his face – could feel his nose and cheek bones shrinking down, his stubble vanishing away, while his lips drew into a soft, thick pout.
Of course, all of those sensations and more crossed together between his legs, where his member got to experience the sweet, bitter pleasures of melting away, while the slit behind it got to take root and grow. The feeling of it, of his manhood shrinking in, and her womanhood blossoming out, was truly indescribable, his hips shaking as his nerves bubbled with giddy pleasure.
He tried to hold on, he really did. But as all of these feelings mounted, flowing in from all over his body, he struggled. His teeth grit and her muscles clenched, her body trembling as her eyes rolled up in her head. Beneath the sea of sensations, he never even noticed the tingling feeling of the light moving up into his head, glittering inside her skull and melting all of those disobedient thoughts. In their place, new ones sprouted, growing like hot buns – delicious ideas like how to serve her Mistress, and ways to be a good pleasure slave…
Until it was all just too much.
“Huah!” She cried out, climaxing loudly and proudly live on camera, her feminized face showing nothing but utter delight as her old identity dripped out of her, and her clothes shimmered from army fatigues to a blue latex body suit.
The light faded as the spell came to an end – and an adoring black haired slave girl stared up at her Mistress with love in her eyes.
Smirking, the mage looked towards the camera – a slave having pointed her to it – and winked, before gesturing. Without a word, Jackie – as she now thought of herself - eagerly dove under the woman’s dress, vanishing to the camera’s sight, though her outline was still clear – as was just what she was doing. The mage sighed in satisfaction, giving the camera a smug look.
“A pitiful adversary – but an acceptable pussy licker. And if anyone else wants to see how they rate against her, you know where I am. But to those who possess even a dash of sense – stay away from Mistvale. And we’ll stay away from you. I hope that’s clear to you all.”
With a signal, the camera shut down, and the message went out.
“Well, that was fun,” the mage said, snapping her fingers and then taking a seat on the back of the slavegirl who got down on all fours behind her. “I think I’ve earned a small break. Ruling a city with an iron fist is hard work, you know. Keep licking, girl – I’ll tell you when to stop.”
The girl was all too happy to obey. Jack had never wanted to hurt anyone – and now as Jackie, she never would! Her life from now on would be dedicated to obedience, submission, and pleasure. How wonderful was that? How silly she had been to resist.
She could only hope that Mistress making an example of her had shown the rest of the world some sense. Otherwise… Well, she would look forward to getting more sisters~
