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“Well, I suppose it could be worse,” Gnarl mused to himself. The landscape surrounding the Tower looked nothing like where they had been. From a barren, desolate wasteland, to snow covered, hilly plains. “At least the Tower’s mostly intact, Grubby’s started digging out new tunnels to let us project our forces, and our Master survived the attack.”

What the so called Heroes had been expecting, Gnarl had no idea, who knew what thoughts ran through their deluded little heads. From what Gnarl could tell, the Heroes were trying to seal away the Tower and everything mystically attached to it into the Void. Instead, the Tower had appeared here, with most of the Minion Hives missing, and the Tower itself badly damaged. Again. But like he was so fond of saying, Evil always finds a way.

“Gnarl,” the voice of his Master, the Seventh Overlord, rasped as they walked onto the balcony next to Gnarl. “Report.”

“Yes, Master,” Gnarl said, bowing his head in supplication. “We have found no sign of the Reds, Greens, and Blues. The region we are in appears uninhabited, or rather, the minions haven’t encountered anyone or any signs of habitation in their scouting runs. But they did find several locations where there was suitable rock to repair and rebuild the damaged sections of the Tower. Your mount, Blackfang, seems to be recovering nicely, why just an hour ago he ripped the arm off one of the Browns.”

“Good. The prisoner?” the Overlord asked.

“Still in the Dungeons, Sire. The Heroes never got close to her. They underestimated the amount of power in the Tower Heart when they tried to use it for their ritual. I presume that the ritual they attempted was supposed to be on a time delay, either that or they bungled it up even worse than Heroes normally do. Unfortunately, the Arena will need a number of repairs Sire, and the passageways leading to the Mines and the Forge have collapsed. The Pantry is fully stocked, but until we recover the Tower Heart, it won’t restock on its own.”

The Overlord hummed, before asking, “Have you discovered the location of the Tower Heart?”

“Not yet, I’m afraid to say,” Gnarl answered, frowning. “I have Grubby and Maggot leading scouting groups. Maggot found a few packs of wolves that he and the Browns with him broke in, so they are scouting further afield.”

The Overlord grunted, turning around and stalking towards the Dungeons.

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‘Stupid fucking bullshit, goddamn cock sucking shitheel ROBs,’ I swore in my head. I'd been minded my own fucking business, getting home from work and heading straight to bed, and the next thing I knew, I was in this suit of armor, a spear (or was it a glaive?) in hand and cutting down some preachy little shitheel douchefucks.

If that wasn't enough, I'd been turned into a chick! I was the goddamn Overlord (the real one, not that shitty weeb World of Warcraft knock-off trash), emphasis on lord. Whatever piss drinking, vomit chomping, disease dicked ROB sent me here couldn’t have the decency to at least let me keep my fucking gender?

“I swear, if I find the son of a leperous whore who took my dick I’m going to,” I grumbled under my breath, increasingly descriptive, inventive, and most importantly painful fantasies flowing from my mouth. I’d just reached the bottom of the stairs when there was a burning pain in my groin, forcing me to brace myself against the wall just to keep standing upright.

My free hand, the one that wasn’t holding me up, reached down and started unbuckling the belts holding my armor’s codpiece up. It fell to the ground with the clang of metal, and… I blinked as the pain faded, huh.

“Alright, I’ll let you live for now,” I said aloud as I double checked my new, eh, ‘package’. Even soft, I felt at least twice as big as I’d been before I’d been ROBed. Thicker too. Seriously, it felt like I could club a baby seal to death with it. I’d been given my balls back too, similarly supersized, but… wait… “Did ROB give me a quad?”

Well, that could make putting on armor a bit awkward. Worth it though, and from the feel of it I still had the cunt I’d been given when I was first sent here. So I now had a baseball bat bitchbreaker of a dick, four testicles (each one as big as both my old ones combined), and a pussy that from the feel of it was fully functional.

“So I’m now a full package futa, huh?” I mused under my breath as I bent down to pick up the removed codpiece. I was about to try to put it back on, when something on the inside caught the light.

‘Focus and your quad will become internal’ it read. Raising an eyebrow, I focused, and sure enough, there was a sound not unlike slurping a mouthful of noodles before I felt my sack shoot up into my body. Which meant I had four fewer targets to worry about, convenient. Putting the codpiece back on, I continued to make my way down into the dungeons. The scattering of memories I had of this body told me that there was a VIP in the dungeon.

I didn’t remember who this Very Important Prisoner was, just that capturing them was the reason for the assault on the Tower by the band of Heroes. I didn’t bother asking questions, since I was dropped into this body in the middle of a fight and the first thing I was consciously aware of was tilting my head so an arrow would hit my very durable helmet instead of my eye. I was damn lucky that I got fighting skills with this body, otherwise I’d probably have died two seconds after arriving.

Pushing that aside, I entered the dungeon where the prisoner was, and came to a sudden and immediate stop. I could almost hear the ‘clang’ of my new and improved dick hitting the inside of my codpiece as I took in the form of one of, if not the most, fapped to elves on the internet back home.

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“So, the ‘Mighty’ Overlord has deigned to lower himself from his throne to visit royalty?” the spitting image of Olga Discordia drawled.

“Former royalty,” my mouth responded as my brain continued to reboot from the unexpected horni crash. “Your would-be rescuers saw to that.”

She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at me, even as my own helmeted gaze remained locked on that glorious carmel colored ass. She might have said something, I honestly stopped paying attention as I walked up to her. She had on a black thong that framed the globes of her perfectly plump posterior, and by the rest of her clothes she’d either been grabbed while she was wearing her pajamas, or her dress sense made prostitutes look modest and conservative.

“Whether or not you hold me here, I am still Queen Tilia Raenora of the mightiest nation the world has ever seen,” she declared pompously, giving me a brief distraction from my appreciation of her body.

“If you’re so great, why are you dressed like a whore?” I snarked as I reached out and grabbed the back of her thong. I could have just ripped it clean off, my new body was definitely strong enough to do so, but I instead did something a little different. The screams of a haughty elf bitch getting a surprise wedgie was music to my ears.

I’m not sure whether what happened next would be considered fortunate or unfortunate, but the string that parted her cheeks snapped, causing the whole garment to come free. I now had a tiny piece of black fabric in my hand that…

“Really? Lace?” I asked incredulously. “Were you hoping to seduce me in order to have my minions serving your kingdom’s interests? Or are you just a dirty girl that gets off on being held prisoner and at the mercy of one so much stronger than you?”

“Silence, wretch!” she snapped, but I was pretty sure I saw the hint of a blush. I chuckled in amusement as I knelt down behind her, taking her ass in hand and spreading her cheeks apart so I could get a good look at her womanhood. That prompted another response from her, something about removing my hands from her, but I ignored it in favor of admiring her tight, hairless slit.

Right, I hadn’t been planning on this when I came down here, but I really should test out the new equipment. So, I let go of her ass, stood straight and for the second time in ten minutes, removed my codpiece. The angle wasn’t good enough for her to be able to see what I was packing, but the sound of the codpiece hitting the ground, followed by me slipping my arms under her knees and lifting her up into the air, were enough for her to figure it out.

“Wait! Unhand me! Right nooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” she screamed as I lined myself up with her pussy and thrust up into her without hesitation. She was dry, but I ignored that as my hands slipped behind her head, and I used my grip to force her down. With her in a full nelson, I couldn’t see her face or where we were joined, but I expected that if I could I’d see an outline in her belly of where my dick was.

“So tight, are you sure you’re not a virgin?” I teased, as she sank down ever further on my cock. Her only response was a bubbly gurgle as the head of my length pressed against something hard and spongy. “Don't worry your brainless elf head, I’ll get you properly trained up. By the time we’re done, you won’t have a concern in your vapid head beyond pleasing me.”

“Nooooo,” she whined as I pulled back, lifting her up and moving my legs further apart to better brace myself.

“Oh yes,” I denied her, before bringing her down as hard as I could, battering against the entrance to her womb. It held firm, so I did it again, and again, and again. “Give it up, you have no army, no heroes, no hope, no chance. You are mine: your magic is mine, your knowledge is mine, your mind is mine, your soul is mine, your mouth is mine, your breasts are mine, your ass is mine, your cunt is mine, and now your womb is mine!”

As I made the last declaration, her cervix dilated, submitting to the constant barrage, and my dick blew threw into her womb. She cried out, despair and desire mixing in a wonderful bouquet of emotion, as her pussy clamped down, her juices flooding her canal to provide a smoother passage for me. As I listened to the symphony of lust, despair, and the rattling of chains, I couldn’t help but notice the trickle of energy, of power that seemed to be flowing into me.

I grinned behind my helmet, if breaking in an elf bitch made me stronger, then don’t mind if I do!

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“Ah, Sire. I hope you enjoyed your time with the Prisoner?” Gnarl asked as I ascended to the throne room a few hours later.

I grunted, before ascending to the throne and sitting in it. It was surprisingly comfy, despite looking like a solid mass of stone, so I leaned back and asked, “Any word from the scouting parties?”

“We managed to make contact with Grubby, the brief bit of Evil Energy you gathered while dealing with the Prisoner allowing us to communicate with him, and he found the Tower Heart! It’s in a forest not too far from the Dark Tower, and he even managed to find a suitable replacement for the old Teleporter Network,” the old minion explained. I turned to look at him, so he continued, “There is a white tree with red leaves in the forest, with magic inside of it and the magic inside branches out across the land. Most likely, Sire, to other trees of the same species. It’s no proper Teleporter Network, but it’ll suffice for the short term until we can establish a proper one.”

I nodded, standing up and making my way to the Teleporter, giving orders as I spoke, “Make sure that there are Browns waiting for me upon my arrival, we will return with the Tower Heart.”