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“The Sorceress and the Slime Pit”

A tale of the last days of the Masters of the Universe

Written by the Slime Wizard

“No...”

She felt the cold ooze washing over his body in endless waves, clinging to her exposed flesh, staining what little remained of her garments. Her hands balled into fists, and then pained claws, as she felt herself beginning to sink deeper into her own mind. She could not free herself. She did not have her sword; her wrists were shackled to the stone wall behind her; the gigantic bone claw that had been a part of the floor of this torture chamber now held her tightly, pinning her legs and waist.

Her world became an undulating, endless wave of green muck, and she grit her teeth together, straining against the inevitable. Her breasts, exposed by the villains that had captured her, defiled her, humiliated her, goosepimpled at the touch of the chilling slime. Her long blonde hair was matted to her as well, hopelessly stuck. Her entire body bucked as she felt the first wave of psychic pleasure wash through her. She felt herself getting wet, and she flushed with humiliation, for her enemies would see the glistening liquid between her legs, long before the ooze covered her sex.

She heard herself scream in agony and pleasure as another wave of ecstasy washed over her. The cold was becoming more and more inviting, and as it now trickled down her forehead, she found it harder and harder to resist. Gods... was this what all the others had gone through? No wonder they had all fallen to this madman.

“It’s over. Give in.” The voice of the monster, the murderer, the enslaver of the wills of millions. He was standing there, taunting her, mocking her plight. She had fought him for years, winning victory after victory, but what did endless victories matter if you still lost the war?

She knew now.

Nothing.

She had lost the war.

Another wave of ecstasy washed over her, and she arched her back. The slime washed over her stomach and sex instantly, and she immediately orgasmed in response. She could not help herself. Her body betrayed her.

As she orgasmed, she felt her mental defenses crumble even more. She looked up to see the dinosaur skull, still raining down it’s endless muck, crushing her, suffocating her very existence. She wanted nothing more than to reach out, to stop the flow, to regain her sense of self...

But it was fading fast, and she was slipping... slipping... slipping...

And she prayed to the Ancients for forgiveness, because a part of her welcomed the darkness and haze that enveloped her mind...

The slime washed over her face now, and she coughed as it entered her throat and nose. She could not breathe air, and her coughing only forced more slime down her throat, helping the process along.

She was changing, even as her mind began to subtly alter.

She had fought this villain for years... Why? She was beginning to forget.

Another orgasm.

Why had she fought?

Again and again and again, hitting her like a crazed hammerserpent.

Fought?

No... Why would she fight something so... inviting?

Another wave of ooze covered her, washing down her bare legs and into her golden boots. She no longer chilled. For her, it was warm now, like a loving embrace.

She came too many times for her to count. As the last of her personality sank into the haze, she wondered if anyone could stop her enemy...

***

Hordak nodded approvingly as the process ended. For far too long, the woman had mocked him, made him the laughing stock of the universe. That was over now. With the invention of his mind controlling slime, he had easily been able to defeat the Resistance. One by one, those men and women had been captured and turned into his willing slaves for all eternity. There was no cure, and with each he captured and converted into loyal Hordesmen, he gained valuable knowledge about his enemies, enough to capture them all.

He particularly enjoyed how he had captured the Princess Glimmer. She had fought for hours with his Horde troopers until one had tagged her with a stun blast. With her weakened, Leech had been able to drain her powers, leaving her helpless. Hordak had personally “interrogated” the girl, turning her royal clothes into rags and raping her for three hours straight until all she could mutter were inarticulate groans of mindless joy.

He’d honestly been disappointed. He’d have bet anything she’d have lasted the night. He was so disgusted that he hadn’t bothered to watch her be placed into the Pit, to see the mind controlling ooze force her to orgasm into a second submission as the chemicals within the mire rewrote her personality.

That had been, all in all, a good day. Perfuma, Frosta, Flutterina, even Peekablue. All of them had become his personal harem, wearing only his thin shell of slime for all eternity.

He-Man had come to stop him, of course. And he had failed, believing that sacrificing himself would give a village it’s freedom. The fool. As He-Man himself had been subjected to the Slime Pit, he’d been forced to watch as the entire village... men, women, and children, were shoved into his slime stocks, turned into mindless zombies to do his bidding.

His allies had fallen as well, although the only one of those sessions he had watched was the woman warrior Teela. She had squirmed and writhed like a snake and a wildcat before the slime took her. Now, her naked green body served him well at night.

Until now, anyway.

His lackeys unchained his new slave as the claw that had restrained her withdrew into the slime. She stood there for a moment, oblivious to everything, including the fear she instilled within his minions.

And then, she raised her arms out in front of her, turned towards him, and began to chant.

“Hail Hordak. Hail the master. Long live Hordak.”

He had longed to hear those words from this mouth. As she walked towards him, he could see that the slime had been successful. Her once blonde hair was now green and thick, coated in slime, as was her body. Her nipples stood out, ready to be tested. He rubbed his hands over her breasts and chuckled to himself. Her eyes, once blue, were now blood red.

He considered taking advantage of her virtues some more, but there would be time for that later.

“Come, my slave. There is much to be done if I am to rule Eternia.”

He walked towards his throneroom.

She-Ra followed.

***

The next few months were a series of short, decisive battles. The remaining heroic warriors had no chance, and were easily overwhelmed. Randor was now Hordak’s mindless servant. Marlena another trophy for his harem.

Skeletor had put up a great resistance, but with He-Man and She-Ra under his power, Skeletor inevitably fell, ripped apart by his endless army of slime slaves. The rest of his minions had been added to the Horde’s own. Any not wise enough to defect of their own free will were turned. Evil-Lyn had lasted the longest, but she, too, was now only a slave.

He ruled two worlds, but he was not satisfied, for only one woman stood between him and victory.

The Sorceress, keeper of Greyskull. The secrets within the walls would make him master of endless worlds.

But he could not breach Greyskull. Not without her powers allowing him in.

So, how to lure her out?

As Teela brought him his meal, her breasts bouncing as she walked, a plan began to form...

***

Three weeks later, a messenger ran to Castle Greyskull as fast as he could. The Sorceress, keeper of the secrets of the Elders, watched, concerned. She had been forced to be wary of strangers as of late. With Eternia’s protectors gone, the Horde now ruled all outside the castle walls. For a villager to risk being turned to reach her...

She sent a psychic image of herself down to the villager and probed his mind, sensing no deception.

“Speak, brave soul,” she said in a soothing voice.

He told his tale quickly, of how rumor was spreading that the slime was weakening... That some were fighting off the effects, and that those feared lost were now beginning to remember themselves.

“Indeed, it is welcome news. To think that He-Man and She-Ra could soon be free...” She added silently that she would rejoice to see her daughter free as well, to say nothing of the entirety of Eternia and Etheria. “But how do you know it is not a trap?”

The villager was honest. “I cannot be sure, Guardian of the Castle. I was, however, able to bring you this vial of Hordak’s slime in it’s current state.” He reached into his pocket and held up a small glass vial filled with a noxious green gunk. She was distressed to see HordeSlime so close to the castle, but she sent out a probe of mystic energy.

She was astonished to realize that the villager was right... Why, if she could infect the slime with good energy at the source... It could possibly reverse the seemingly irreversible, and end the bondage of the worlds.

But again, what if the villager was only a pawn?

What if he had just given her the only chance she had to get Teela back?

She could not risk it. Better to hope than to wait for the end.

With no further words, she flew towards the portal Hordak had erected at the Palace.

***

As she emerged in Etheria, she wished that the portal back at the Castle still worked. However, the Castle itself had closed it off, fearing invasion.

As it was, she was still there, in a vile place of evil itself. And was she not the Sorceress, the most powerful mage in all lands?

Not too far off was the Horde’s Fright Zone. A sick mockery of a structure, it’s spires stabbed the sky like phallic abominations. Disgusted, she began her flight.

The trip was short. Hordak had little use for his Troopers here now that there was no Resistance. She felt chills just being here. Good and evil did not mix.

More and more, she doubted this rash decision... What if it was a trap? She could well be endangering the universe with her mere presence.

No, it was too late to turn back. She had to learn the truth... for Teela’s sake. If it was a trap, she knew that she could defeat Hordak... She just hoped it would not come to battle.

Five minutes after she entered the Fright Zone, battle came in the form of Modulok and Mantena, firing stun lasers at her from both her right and left. Still, this was a minor threat, and she easily bobbed and weaved around the lasers.

‘I’d best get rid of them... Ah! I know!”

Smiling grimly, she flew between them and stood her ground.

“I surrender.”

The announcement came as a shock to the two villains.

“Do you expect us to believe that?” asked Modulok.

“No.” said the Sorceress as her hands glowed with energy. As she expected, both of them panicked and fired. She immediately transformed into Zoar and flew out of the way, letting the enemies of the light strike each other with their lasers.

After that, the only obstacles had been Catra and that vulgar scorpion woman whose name eluded her. They had been felled before they could even attack, a minor mystic bolt defeating them.

She was invincible. The Horde could not stop her.

In no time at all, she reached the Pit itself. It smelled of pain and misery. It would take all her power to cleanse it of it’s dark power, to reverse the effects of the spell... She would almost certainly die afterwards, but the worlds would be able to fight back.

She could die happily, knowing she’d given her home a fighting chance.

She felt her power growing deep within her, a fire in her belly that always excited her in ways she would not discuss. Her hands glowed, tingling with the power they would release.

It would be her final act, but she would save the world.

She glowed fully now, as bright as a star. The power welled up within her, and she aimed her hands to fire.

That was when Leech appeared out of thin air, wearing an invisibility belt and psychic blocker helmet, and grabbed her from behind. His suction cup hands cupped her breasts, and she cried out in surprise as her magicks instantly weakened, drained by the loathsome monster. She struggled to free herself, only to be shot with a stun laser in her abdomen.

Laughing, Hordak appeared, wearing the same devices as Leech.

“Did you really think it would be that easy, cow?”

Sorceress felt her nipples harden as her power drained. Her strength was no match for Leech’s, especially as he drained her of her vitality.

“But... how...”

“Oh, it was simple. Start a rumor, make a weak batch of slime, and the self appointed Guardian of Greyskull comes waltzing right up to my doorstep like the blind fool she is. Remind me to thank the idiot villagers who ‘assisted’ in bringing you the news... Oh, wait, they’ve already been made into zombies. Nevermind.”

She grew angrier, even as she grew fainter. Her tender flesh jiggled before Hordak’s eyes, and he admired her legs. She was certainly a fighter.

And she felt a burning sensation in her breasts as well. Horrified, she remembered that she was, indeed, a mother. And, having given birth, it was possible for her to lactate! And that is exactly what Leech had triggered. Already, wet spots marred her ceremonial garb where her breasts were. Leech removed his suckers so his master could see, but since they were suction hands, he tore her garb as well, exposing her breasts to the villains and the polluted air. They heaved with her movements, swaying from side to side, dripping milk. As Hordak leered, she felt her face flush with humiliation and indignation.

“Well... Isn’t this interesting. It seems that the high and mighty sorceress is only human after all..”

Sorceress knew her magic was at it’s weakest point, but she dared not fall. It was her only chance.

“And what a beautiful specimen of human, too... Even better than She-Ra’s.”

Sorceress stepped forward, defiantly, and raised her arms to cast a spell.

“Ah-ah... Behave, wench.”

As if in response, Leech reached out again, attaching to her back. She arched in response, jutting out her breasts. In her anger, she had quickly forgotten the monster draining her powers. Weakened, she could not resist as Leech pushed down, forcing her to her knees before Hordak.

“Just the way I always wanted to see you. I’m not sure who will enjoy this more: me or... Well, then again, I suppose you won’t enjoy this at all, will you?”

Hordak chuckled again, even as he brushed the hair of his lower garb aside to reveal his manhood, a sick, pulsating wart covered shaft that made her want to vomit at the mere sight of it.

How could this have happened? She was the Sorceress, the most powerful woman alive...

She wanted to cry as Hordak grabbed her head and pulled her forward, shoving his symbol of power into her mouth. She nearly wretched at the taste, but managed to choke down the bile in her throat as he forced her head forward and back repeatedly. It went on for several humiliating minutes before he came, his gray seed spewing out into her mouth. She refused to swallow and managed to pull back, to gag, to spit it out, even as his semen dribbled down her chin onto her breasts.

Oh, how he would pay for this defilement.

Leech released her, and she staggered to her feet. She watched as Hordak smiled.

“That was fun... Time for a new game...” His arm morphed instantly, until it was armored. Then he swung at her. With her reflexes dulled by the energy drain, Sorceress could not dodge, and took the strike on her chin. Her head snapped back and she staggered backwards. She would have fallen, except that Hordak was fast enough to catch her by the tatters of her clothes, just below her exposed breasts, which had finally stopped lactating. Laughing to himself, he pulled her closer to him.

“Must... keep fighting... Can’t stop...”

“Good,” he said. “I like a fighter.”

With no further ado, he pulled hard, and her clothes ripped away, leaving her torso completely nude. Her sex revealed, she felt a stab of horror as she realized what he was going to do.

She tried to transform into Zoar, to escape, to find a weapon, only to find that she could not, weak as she was. She could only watch as Hordak morphed again, into a tentacled monstrosity. Dozens of gray tentacles whipped around before shooting out at her. Two wrapped around her breasts. Another entered her mouth again. A fourth found her butt and penetrated it. Other tied her arms back and spread her legs.

The final one penetrated her sex, pushing deeper and deeper. She cried a muffled roar of protest, but could do nothing as it reached her g spot... and began to vibrate.

She bucked wildly as she felt her loins begin to burn with physical need for sex. Much to her shame, the draining weakened her defenses, and Hordak knew it full well as she came, her juices pouring out over the tentacle penetrating her vagina and womb. Her flesh quivered under his touch, and Hordak relished this grand victory.

His tentacles squeezed her breasts, forcing them to squirt milk again. This triggered the deep animal need within her for sex, and she came again, mere instants after her first orgasm. Her flesh soon shone slightly with the sweat produced by her predicament.

Her world became nothing but gray tentacles and orgasms for the next hour. Then, the tentacles within her womb stiffened and began to pump gallon after gallon of cum into her, making her belly swell with the foul swill. When it was all over, Hordak tossed the once mighty Sorceress to the ground. She laid there upon her back, moaning softly, her groin soaked and oozing out Hordak’s cum, intermingled with her own. Disdainfully, Hordak allowed all his tentacles to release his cum, and the Sorceress’ battered and abused body was inundated with semen.

Sorceress could barely think, barely put together a coherent thought. She watched, dazed, as Hordak returned to his original form, walked up to her, and STOMPED upon her stomach, forcing more of his cum out of her womb.

Pained, she looked up at him. He seemed to smile.

“I hate kids.”

It was certainly a sight to behold. Where once had stood a proud heroine willing to sacrifice herself for the greater good, now there laid a broken woman covered in semen, barely able to talk. It was almost enough to let Hordak take pity upon her. Almost.

He kneeled down and grabbed her by the throat. Casually, he lifted her up off the ground. She weakly tried to pry his hand from her neck, but she was completely spent, and could not move his fingers.

How could it end this way? If she fell, who would guard Greyskull? It slowly dawned upon her. No one would... For it would fall with her broken.

“You know, for a keeper of the universe’s greatest secrets, you are a very foolish woman. Did you really think I wouldn’t be prepared for your attack?” As he said this, he walked, casually, still holding her up by the neck.

He walked towards the Slime Pit. Towards her final fate. As they reached it, he released her with a casual toss into the hands of two Horde Troopers.

“Chain her in. It is time she became one of us... And once you are my dear, you yourself will give us free access to Greyskull. And through it, the universe itself.”

She could not struggle as her slippery arms were placed into the wall manacles, locked into place to make escape impossible. She saw the small pool of ooze before her feet, bubbling slightly. She did not want to know what it was made of.

Hordak stepped forward and took stock of her situation. “You know, my dear, if I thought for even a second that you would join me willingly, I would release you. However, I am realistic. You would never join me willingly, and thus, you must be TURNED.” He paused, and then grabbed her left breast, squeezing it tightly. She cried out in pain at the new assault. “And oh, what fun we shall have once you are... in the mood.” He turned his back upon her, releasing her battered breast. “Grizzlor! Begin the process!”

The bestial guard of the Horde nodded and pulled the lever that would end her existence as she knew it.

Before her horrified eyes, a gigantic bone claw rose up from the depths of the slime pool. Dripping ooze that chilled her where it touched her, it locked into position, pinning her legs and torso into place. Unable to move, she looked up to see the dinosaur head beginning to tilt downwards.

She closed her eyes and uttered an ancient Eternian prayer for strength as the first wave of ooze washed over her, coating her headdress, her still clothed arms, her back. She shuddered at the impossible chill of the Horde Slime, and felt herself growing wet again.

As the second wave began, she prayed for those planet that knew nothing of the Horde, for surely they would fall first. This wave flowed over her naked breasts and sex, stimulating them and making her orgasm. She could feel herself falling away.

As the third wave began to flow down her head, stinging her closed eyes, she prayed for her friends and family, knowing that while they were enslaved, somewhere out there, there had to be hope. The chill of the slime began to fade into inviting warmth, and the Sorceress found herself starting to give in to the pleasant sensation. She came again, and she slipped further into the mental abyss. She choked upon the slime, gasping as she swallowed it. She felt it sliding down her legs, clinging to her flesh, changing her.

Even if she were at full strength, she could not have fought this. For every wave of slime that flowed over her, she orgasmed. Her concentration and focus faded further, allowing the mind controlling properties to take hold.

In the end, she made a promise to her daughter.

‘I will see you again soon, Teela. I will see you again soon...’

And as she thought this, her world became nothing but flowing green...

***

Hordak watched with seeming delight as the Sorceress became the latest victim of the Slime Pit. As a precaution he let her be slimed for a full hour, nearly exhausting his current stores. With a woman of her power, even weakened, he took no chances. Finally, when he was satisfied, and motioned for the slime to cease. Slowly, the flow trickled down to nothing, the excess draining into the recesses of the pit to be used again later.

He motioned again and the same two Troopers, moving in tandem, unlatched her manacles. The claw receded into the slime. Her arms fell to her sides and she stood as still as a statue. The slime had dissolved the remains of her clothes, save for her boots and headdress. Those were coated in the slime. As was the Sorceress, head to toe in green slime, skintight, completely bonded to her on a molecular level. He gazed upon her breasts, her exposed lips, the eyes she now opened to reveal blood red.

He knew this was his greatest triumph as she slowly raised her arms and turned to him.

“Hail Hordak. Hail the master. Long live Hordak.”

Staring blankly ahead, she stepped down from the Slime Pit and towards her new master.

“What would you wish of me, Master Hordak? I am at your command.”

Hordak laughed, long and loud. His victory was complete.

***

The weeks and months that followed were swift and brutal. The last uprisings were annihilated utterly by the Slime Slaves, leaving Hordak no opposition as he marched upon Greyskull. At his command, Sorceress allowed him access to its secrets. He used the knowledge to increase the power of the Slime further, and soon his power exceeded that of even Horde Prime. His final conquest was a planet filled with powerful beings and mundane peasants. As he used his improved slime upon it’s heroes, he noted that Earth would make a fine addition to his empire.

***

As his empire spread, he still raped his slave harem nightly, using his tentacle form. His favorites were, naturally, She-Ra and the Sorceress, although he found time for Teela and Frosta as well.

They could do nothing to protest. After all, they were but slaves.

But on the first night of her life as a near mindless slave, if one had observed the Sorceress closely... You would have believed that a Slime Slave could cry...

The end.