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Backfire	By : Prophet-of-a-Darker-Script Category: +G through L > He-Man Views: 3093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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BACKFIRE
Title is subject to change.
Rating MA- Violence, gore, Dom/Sub, Sticky, Graphic violent sex/non-con, other
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Summary: Skeletor raids an isolated village, gathering troops and workers for his fortress. In his determination to have the perfect obedient slave, Skeletor makes the one fatal mistake a power hungry tyrant can not afford. He finds himself falling for a lowly servant.

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“Good, very good,” Skeletor muttered, surveying the area of devastation. He saw Beast Man pull an elderly woman from her burning home and throw her to the ground. Trap Jaw approached, carrying his gun lax at his side. He laughed at the weeping woman on the ground as she begged and pleaded for mercy. Without hesitation he took aim and fired, sending the woman into a peaceful oblivion. Skeletor sighed. His troops enjoyed their job, and thankfully, they had just as perverse tastes in entertainment as himself.
Laughing at the chaos around him, the evil lord of Snake Mountain continued on his way, ignorant of the desperate pleas and cries. He turned the corner and found Evil Lynn rounding up the young women of the village. Several bodies of aged men were littered about, the ground stained red with their spent lives.
“What’s your findings, Evil Lynn?” Skeletor asked, noting at least a dozen young women huddled together. The oldest couldn’t be more than twenty-five.
“There are eleven young girls, barely in adulthood that will serve us well.” Evil Lynn said, eyeing two with an animal’s hunger. The two girls, obviously sisters were no more than sixteen or seventeen. They clutched each other closer, eyes wide in fright.
Skeletor grinned at their attempt to find safety. He knew Evil Lynn had brutal tastes young pretty girls. Most of her spell work required the blood of an innocent, and though the spell required their lack of male intervention, it didn’t mean that the sorceress couldn’t indulge in her favorite form of pleasure. She had succumbed to his needs on the rare occasion that they occurred and every time they lay together, she insisted another woman share the experience. When Skeletor found his release he enjoyed a thoughtful presentation by his resident magician as she demonstrated her vast knowledge of the female form. Such enacted plays made him more susceptible to Evil Lynn’s plans and she made her best speeches when she had been well satisfied.
“Good,” Skeletor said, knowing the two sisters had already been claimed by the insatiable sorceress. “I take it you wish those two for your own entertainment?”
“I do,” Evil Lynn said. “They are young and untouched. Their blood is best to work certain spells.”
Skeletor couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling up. Evil Lynn liked her conquests unstained by male hands. Some of her more memorable spells had been constructed with the use of such virgin blood. Not to mention the black witch had been unusually active in plotting the demise of King Randor.
But the last two campaigns had been disastrous. By no fault but the imbeciles own, many lives had been lost due to an inability to hold a rapid fire weapon. The King’s men had suffered some losses, but Skeletor’s forces had taken the brunt. So the Lord of Snake Mountain set out to restock his minions.
The first village had been ripe with young males. A few spells and all had succumbed to their new master, plodding to Snake Mountain in a daze, where they received their brands of ownership and loyalty. When they came out of their stupors, most were appalled by what had been done and when the first tried to escape and suffered a violent death of having his flesh stripped from his body in thin pieces, the other soldiers had settled to their new life.
With his forces restocked, now Skeletor was faced with a new challenge.
A complex the size of Snake Mountain required a lot of staff to cook, clean, and attend the many soldiers that swear their lives to their lord and master. Unfortunately there wasn’t a agency that catered to domestic life, so Skeletor had to improvise. He found that either young boys or women worked best in his compound. The young boys looked up to the soldiers and provided them with a brotherly environment, and the boys usually pledged their own lives to the Lord of Snake Mountain to emulate their new heroes. The women worked well in the kitchen and cleaning the numerous rooms. One wouldn’t think there was mounds of laundry that needed to be done, but even Skeletor had a wardrobe. On his more festive occasions he wore ceremonial robes and cloaks, and in the night he opted for lighter fabrics.
A handful of young girls, preferably maidens, were assigned to the kitchen and cleaning detail of the upper rooms, including the throne room. Skeletor liked a polished throne and he wasn’t going to do the menial task himself. The women who had already taken husbands and bore children were given to various troops for their pleasure on a task well done. Most of the higher ranking officers got the pleasure of having a pleasure slave for the night in payment for their victory. The lower class officers rarely received such rewards. It was good incentive for doing their jobs well and gaining rank.
Skeletor himself rarely partook of the female form, usually finding the experience to be lacking its promised flight of ecstasy. He was always disappointed with Evil Lynn, but the she witch rarely shared his bed. Which was fine by the evil overlord. He didn’t need companionship of that sort while he was trying to take over Eternia. He couldn’t let his mind be clouded with lustful thoughts while there was a kingdom to conquer. Such distractions met with disaster.
On the rare occasion that He Man visited, he searched the dungeons for captives, but rarely did he find a servant. Apparently the muscle bound moron never searched the upper levels for slave quarters, believing that all who were in Snake Mountain were confined to the lower bowels of the dungeons. Skeletor laughed to himself. There as a whole network of staff that catered to the inhabitants of Snake Mountain, and He Man had only encountered a spare few, removing them from the fortress. They had perished after a few days, their binding spell draining their life in the night. He-man their cause of death.
Speaking of the King of Idiocy, Skeletor felt a sliver of cold ice along his spine. He nodded toward the huddled mass of whimpering females and said, “Take them to Snake Mountain.”
Evil Lynn grinned and with practiced ease, created a shadowing spell that distorted the women from view, until Skeletor could see only a shimmer of pale violet. He wouldn’t be surprised if Evil Lynn partook of her reward as soon as the others were shackled in the dungeon, awaiting his presence to cast his particular spell that bound them to his realm. Evil Lynn’s appetite was voracious. He honestly didn’t see her desire being so overbearing and encompassing. The woman was driven by lust sometimes. Well he knew long ago he’d never understand women.
“My Lord,” Beast Man said, bowing in a clumsy way to his liege.
“What is your report?” Skeletor asked, gazing across the village to see several of the men turn from the soldiers and flee into the hills.
“We have destroyed all buildings,” Beast Man reported, his voice gravely as he watched the fires rage. “The fields are set alight as well.”
“What of the people?” Skeletor asked, feeling the heat of the fires blaze as a furnace. It was a comforting heat.
“We found two dozen young men, almost adults,” Beast Man reported, pointing to a distant cluster of wagons. There was a lingering charge of magic about the sleeping forms. “The other men were killed or ran to the hills. Do you want us to follow them?”
“No, they aren’t worth the effort,” the Lord of Snake Mountain sighed, turning away from the carnage and heading toward the assembled wagons. “What else have we from the raid?”
“Aside from the boys, Evil Lynn found some nice young girls,” Beast Man said, and there was a sickness about his voice that made Skeletor want to puke.
“I have already sent her back to Snake Mountain with the young ladies,” Skeletor said, watching as Beast Man’s shoulders slumped. The first time the half man was allowed to escort the female contingent to Snake Mountain, none had arrived untouched. The brut was an animal in more than just appearance.
“We have found some gold and a few pretty paintings,” Beast Man said, pointing to the cart that held a good assortment of heirloom collectables. “But there isn’t anything left in this crummy village.”
“Then let us take our leave,” Skeletor said, waving his staff and sending two buildings crashing to the ground. The smoke and flames plumed from their sides like angry mushrooms.
As the two men wandered away toward the carts, the passed a canvas covered stand. As the two walked by, Skeletor set the food aflame with a purple fire and out of nowhere there came a high pitched screaming. From out of nowhere, a small woman tumbled from the bunched canopy above the fruit stand. She fell to the ground, coughing on the smoke from the burning fruit and rolled across the ground until she came to a stop directly in front of a large, broad shadow that blocked the setting sun. Her gaze went up from his booted feet to his high crown, and with a dry throat she recognized the Lord of Snake Mountain.
“What do we have here?” Skeletor asked, glaring down his height to the woman who cowered on her back. Her eyes were as brown as the clay and reflecting the burning terror that surrounded her.
“Oh, she’s a nice one,” Beast Man said, his face splitting into a grin that revealed his pointed fangs. “I like them small and helpless.”
Skeletor shoved his staff in the midsection of his minion, causing Beast Man to let out a puff of air. He really didn’t want to see the brute’s mating habits so up close. That would require a strong drink and constitution. Both things he lacked at the moment. He was surprised when the woman gained her feet, and though she only reached to Beast Man’s shoulder, a couple inches lower than Skeletor’s own considerable height, she stood defiantly, glaring at him like a scolding mother.
“You lay one hand on me and I’ll rip the fur right off your body!” she growled out, tiny fists at her side.
Beast Man matched her growl, his fur ruffling along his body in agitation. Skeletor laughed, taking in the woman’s short stature. He seriously doubted she would be able to do much damage to someone who was a lot bigger, heavier, and determined to have his way with her. He was mistaken however.
Beast Man disregarded the septor from his master and lunged for the woman. With a startled cry she stepped aside, her small hand grabbing a handful of fur along the brute’s neck and giving a mighty yank. A wad of hair surrendered from its place, causing Beast Man to howl, stumbling from the pain and momentum. When he slowed, her foot came out, connecting with his knee, then his shin, then his other knee. He yelled oaths that would have scared the Elders as he alternating hopping from leg to leg. The woman stood, clutching the wad of fur in her hand, her face creased in anger.
“I said do not touch me!” She yelled, squaring off to attack the disabled man beast again. Her path was blocked by a much larger body. One that radiated strength, power, confidence and at the moment, extreme amusement and challenge.
“Tell me, my dear,” Skeletor said, blocking the woman’s path and gazing the distance into her face. “Are you going to give me as much trouble? Or are you going to come with me without damage or death?”
The woman gulped, knowing the man was serious. She threw down the clump of hair, her lips pursed in a line with defiance. Her breath came in a hard, short pant as she accepted the easier of the options.
“Good,” Skeletor said, finding her submissive behavior to be a refreshing change from the violent, headstrong women who balked against him with such venom. “Very good indeed.”
She remained silent, though she was still fuming. She saw the beastly man regain his feet and hobble behind his master, his eyes filled with hungry retribution.
“I can see you have intelligence,” Skeletor said to the woman. “Something that lacks in my company from time to time. If you continue to show such promise, you will be treated well within my walls.”
The woman’s tight jaw relaxed marginally. Her gaze drifted from the beastly man to look into the ugly, sightless visage of the Lord of Snake Mountain. There was contempt in Beast Man’s eyes and she knew if she did not earn positive favor, she could be given to the disgusting man for his whim. So, swallowing her pride, she lowered her head, submitting to the lesser of ugly evils.
“Oh, yes, you will do quite well in my domain,” Skeletor said, grasping her arm.
She felt a tingle run up from his touch. Thinking he was enchanting her, she looked into his face and saw a blank expression, no spell being cast from arsenal. The hand on her arm was firm but not painful and with a violent flash the burning village disappeared.
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Well, what do you think? Should I continue? The smut starts next chapter and just so you know, I don’t write the sugar coated fluff. This is an exercise in smut with a smattering of plot tossed in.
Let me know what you think! I’m curious and this is my first posting.
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