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The Fall of the Great Rebellion
Written by The Slime Wizard
Illustrations by LadyKraken and Fischgeist
Chapter 11: "The Final Hope"

Previously: Following Sorceress’s plan, Frosta launched an all-out assault on the Slime Factory, destroying it and luring the Horde to her. Finding herself battling the entire enslaved Great Rebellion, she was eventually overwhelmed and captured. As she was being turned into a Slime Slave by Slime Wizard, Hordak revealed to her that he knew the plan and that the Sorceress was heading into a trap…

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Far from Frosta’s doomed battle, the Sorceress flew through the polluted skies of the Fright Zone as Zoar the falcon, keeping close to the shadows to avoid being spotted. With the Whispering Woods destroyed, wildlife was scarce in these parts of Etheria. She swore that once her mission succeeded, she would do all she could to restore what had been lost.

A sudden psychic flash ripped through her mind, nearly making her fall from the skies. Frosta, she could sense, was about to fall. A necessary sacrifice, but it still sickened her to have had to resort to such a desperate measure. Drawing away as much of the Horde as possible was essential to the plan with only the two of them left free.

The worst part was the delay every detour she took added to her search. The patrols of Horde Troopers were everywhere in spite of the battle. Hordak was clearly leaving little to chance. Evading their detection was far from easy, but she’d begun to see the pattern to them. They were getting more frequent to the northeast, and as she flew in that direction, she began to sense malignant magic at work. It could be only one thing. The Slime of En’Slav, the taint stealing the will of her daughter, the Twins, and the Great Rebellion.

She followed the traces of dark magic, even as she felt Frosta mentally screaming suddenly. The screams were incoherent and frantic, and worst of all, short-lived. That was it then. Frosta was enslaved. She was alone now, the last one standing between Hordak and dominion over both Eternia and Etheria. Time was running out.

She saw a large pool of green right ahead. It glowed slightly, casting a sickly aura over the surroundings. Landing in the shadows, Zoar quietly reverted to the Sorceress. She reached into a hidden pocket of her left wing and produced the vial of potion she’d prepared. The Slime of En’Slav was keyed to the blood of Hordak. This cleansing spell would remove his blood from the slime, allowing her to use her own to take control of the ooze and all of the enslaved victims. Once she did that, all she would need to do would be to will them to act as they would if they were not under a spell.
Then all that would need to be done was wait for Duncan to devise a way to remove the slime. At worst, they would have to live with green skin and red eyes, a minor inconvenience compared to being enslaved.

She glanced out towards the pool, seeing multiple Horde Troopers. She slid the vial back into its hidden pocket. “Here goes everything,” she muttered to herself as she charged up the strongest bolts of force she could muster. Counting to three, she burst from the shadows, darting directly for the pool and thrusting her hands forward, unleashing the first two bolts of energy. Even before they had a chance to react, two Troopers were shattered by the impacts.

“ALERT! WE’RE UNDER ATTACK! GET THE WOMAN!” One of the Troopers, spotting her, opened fire, it’s fellows following suit. Using one had to cast protective shields, Sorceress kept firing more energy bolts, each one taking down a Trooper with precision that would have made the late Bow proud. All in all, the battle took less than two minutes, and when the dust settled, a very winded but unharmed Sorceress approached the pool of slime, stepping around the wreckage of the robots she’d scrapped.

“Hordak will be here any moment. I need to hurry!” She again pulled out the vial and removed the seal. Standing at the edge of the pool, she looked down and held the vial over the slime. “And now it ENDS.”

“You’re right!” A sudden voice surprised her, but not as much as the feeling of a massive suction cup suddenly slamming into her back and pulling her away from the pool’s edge. To her horror, the force pulling her backwards jarred the vial from her hands. She could only watch as it tumbled and shattered on the stone floor, several feet away from the slime, spilling uselessly!

“NO! THE POTION! UNGH!” She turned her head frantically and saw her attacker, only now fading into view. It was the slugman, Leech, coming out from an invisibility spell! And behind him the caster, the enslaved Evil-Lyn and… PEEKABLUE?! Even as the truth began to dawn on her, Leech’s power struck her hard, her magic and strength immediately beginning to drain from her.

Peekablue, under Hordak’s power, must have been spying on their plans. He KNEW from the start, and laid a trap for her, a trap she’d blindly stumbled into! She struggled to free herself from Leech’s grip, but it was stronger than steel. Her struggles grew weak swiftly as he drained the last of her magic, and leaving her helpless as a kitten. Sensing she was spent, Leech finally let go and Sorceress collapsed to the ground like a ragdoll.

Evil-Lyn held no love for the Sorceress, but she was inwardly cursing her inability to help the woman at this moment. Their freedom had been so CLOSE!

Peekablue was weeping silently. If only she still had some free will, she could have hidden the Sorceress’s plan from the villain. Instead, her weakness had doomed them all!

“You thought you had it all figured out, didn’t you?” Sorceress looked up weakly in the direction of the voice. Hordak was emerging from a portal, the enslaved Frosta following close behind him. “But the entire time, you were just a puppet to manipulate. And thanks to you, the last member of the Great Rebellion walked right into my clutches.” By his side, Frosta looked suitably horrified but had no way to act on the feeling. The moment passed and her face became expressionless.

“So, what do I do with you,” he asked quizzically. “I think it’s time I gave your friends a show to remember.” He snapped his fingers and several portals materialized. From each, members of the Horde emerged, and with them the former members of the Great Rebellion, all naked and green, all red-eyed, all enslaved to the will of the greatest monster in the universe.
The Star Sisters, now redubbed the Slime Sisters, dimmed to darkness

Flutterina, never to fly free again.

Sweet Bee, unwilling doom of her people.

Perfuma, damned to never again see a flower bloom.

Double Trouble, the spy forced to side with the enemy.

Angella, the conquered queen.

Netossa, the ensnared huntress.

Spinnrella, the embodiment of a free spirit free no more.

Mermista, the princess that destroyed her kingdom.

Glimmer, the light that would never again shine.

Castaspella, the spellcaster turned tool.

Teela, her own daughter, trapped into a dismal destiny not meant for her.

And She-Ra, the most powerful sex slave in the universe.

Along with Evil-Lyn, the vanquished villainess, and Peekablue, the seer that was so blind, they formed a circle around her, Frosta (the ice maiden whose soul was frozen), Hordak, and the Slime Wizard as the creature emerged from the crowd. Slowly, as if one, all the Slime Slaves raised their arms and began to chant the same phrase, again and again.

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!” The sight horrified Sorceress more than anything had in her life. All those brave heroines, reduced to little more than his robotic sexual playthings.

“What are you doing Hordak?” the Sorceress weakly tried to get to her feet as Leech stepped back and out of the circle.

The Slime Wizard gestured towards her as his tentacles began to distend from his body.

“Like I said… I’m giving the Not-So-Great Rebellion a show. They get to watch their last, best hope fade away entirely.” He nodded and Frosta knelt down and laid back on the stone floor, legs spread and knees bent. To Sorceress’s disgust, Hordak knelt down before her, revealed his grotesque member, and eased himself into the ice queen’s vagina. In seconds he had a steady rhythm going as he pumped in and out of the helpless rebel. Frosta had no choice but to return his affections, though inwardly she was screaming in what little defiance she had left to her. He was soon mashing her breasts with his filthy hands as well, having his way with the woman. He noted, with supreme satisfaction, that now he’d raped every single one of the Great Rebellion’s core female membership.

At the same time, the tentacles ensnared the weakened Sorceress, who was far too drained to resist. In seconds she was completely bound, and she could feel the slime eating through her garments. A tendril wound itself around her midsection and suddenly ejaculated slime onto her chest. Her midriff dissolved before her eyes, freeing her breasts and leaving them to dangle in the filthy air for all the Hordesmen to leer at, and all the rebels to try in vain to look away. Her feathers were falling away as well, her wings ruined by the ooze. She suddenly felt a rubbing sensation on her groin and looked to see a tentacle massaging where her clitoris and vagina were. The fabric dissolved before it, and before she could move to block it from penetrating her vagina, it plunged inside of her, making her buck involuntarily. She gasped, and another tentacle took the opportunity to thrust itself into her mouth. It was no surprise when a third penetrated her rear and began thrusting back and forth.

All the while, the chanting continued, a grotesque drumbeat punctuating their defeat and capture.

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!”

Frosta was already cumming, her body spasming as Hordak raped her with wild abandon. Finally releasing himself inside her body, Hordak pulled out and gestured for Frosta to lean forward. To the sickening of the rebels, Frosta was quickly made to swallow Hordak’s disgusting penis and begin to suck with a false enthusiasm he forced her to display. The act, far beneath her dignity, was the worst part for her, and she wished she could bite it off. He came again, filling her mouth and spattering her face with his cum.

Simultaneously, the Slime Wizard forced a climax from the Sorceress, though it did not release any slime into her body. “BY THE ANCIENTS! AHH! AHH!!! AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” It simply kept going at all her holes, stimulating her repeatedly and raping rapid-fire orgasms from the embattled mage. Exhausted, she hung loosely in the tentacles as they retracted from her mouth and anus. She gasped, trying to regain her composure and some semblance of strength. She couldn’t give up. She had to ESCAPE!

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!”

Hordak had Frosta stand and turn around and he began raping her from behind, even as the Slime Wizard increased its pace with the Sorceress. The Great Rebellion could only watch the scene play out, it’s message clear: There is no hope. There will be no rescue. You belong to me now.

That message was punctuated as both Sorceress and Frosta climaxed harder than either ever had before, screaming so loud it echoed into the distance.

“AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Satisfied, Hordak pulled out of Frosta even as the tentacles retracted out of the Sorceress, leaving her to fall into the grasp of two Horde Troopers.

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!”

“Go join your friends, slave,” he ordered Frosta.

“Yes… Master,” she said wearily. Still covered in his spunk, she stood next to She-Ra. As one, the entire troupe began a long march across the Fright Zone. It wasn’t long until the final destination became obvious. The exhausted, beaten Sorceress looked on in horror as the Slime Pit rose into view. She tried to struggle, but bereft of her strength and magic, she was as weak as any normal woman, no match for the mechanical might of the Troopers. And still, the chanting continued.

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!”

“Teela, YOU do the honors of chaining in… your MOTHER.” Hordak enjoyed the look that played across the enslaved Teela’s face as memories mystically unlocked inside her head. The destiny that had been stolen from her, and the knowledge of the mother that loved her from afar returning in the blink of an eye. Her eyes teared up as she moved to comply.

“Teela…” Sorceress looked at her mournfully, as the Troopers held her in place, letting her enslaved daughter clamp the manacles upon her wrists. “I’m sorry… You weren’t ready to know… I wanted to protect you, but all I did was waste the time we could have had!”

The slave could not respond verbally, but her tears spoke volumes. The matched the tears in the Sorceress’s own eyes. Teela stepped back into the group.

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!”

Hordak watched as Grizzlor took his station at the side of the Pit. “If I thought for even a SECOND that you’d join us willingly, I’d consider sparing you. But I know better wench. No, you must be TURNED.” He stepped forwards, enjoying the view of her tormented, stripped body clad only in the tatters Slime Wizard had left her. He grabbed her breast and played with it for a moment. “And once you have been… Oh, the FUN we’re going to have…”

He stepped back. “Grizzlor… DO IT!”

“Yes Master!” The beastly Hordesman pulled the lever that would end her existence as she knew it. She watched as the bone claw rose up out of the pool of ooze before her. As it locked into place, slime dripped onto her thighs, and she shuddered at the chill of the Slime of En’Slav. Looking up, she saw the ancient skull begin to tip forward, begin to leak more of the muck.

“...no…”

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!” The chanting continued to mock her plight, but there was nothing she could do about it.

As the first wave struck her unclothed arms and back, she wept. “No no no…” It flowed down her legs into her boots even as the second wave began, engulfing her shoulders and abdomen. To her shame, the slime immediately began affecting her body, quickly bringing her to climax. “NO! Got to fight… Got to… to… OOOHHHH!!!!” Her cum was washed away by the ooze as it flowed over her sex. She was still orgasming as the third wave swallowed up her naked breasts. “UNGH! UNGH! AHH AHH AHH!!!! THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING! NO! NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!” Still the chanting droned on, making a mockery of what little struggle she still had in her.

She could feel the remains of her clothes dissolving, the eyes of those she’d failed staring at her as she succumbed to this horror.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! Gods no! Please no… NO! UGH! UGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She came again, arching her back and gasping just as the final wave of slime flowed over her head and face. She screamed one final, desperate plea to the universe, intermixed with the sensation of the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced. Even so, powerful as the cry was, it was nearly drowned out by the slime.

“THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING! IT MUST NOT BE HAPPENING! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! NONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Then as suddenly as it began, the flow ceased and the massive skull tilted back into place. The claw receded into the ooze once more. As the manacles released themselves electronically, the Sorceress stood there, covered head to toe in the Slime of En’Slav. Then, as it had so many times before, it began bonding to her. Seeping into her flesh, headdress, and boots, the slime began altering her body, quickly becoming a second skin.

As it finished absorbing into her, Sorceress opened her eyes to reveal they were now blood red. She raised her arms and stepped towards Hordak, the excess slime falling away from her as she did. She looked at the villain, and said the only thing he would let her say at that moment.

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!” Her arms lowered, allowing Hordak to visually look over her naked body. He was MOST pleased by it.

The last hope to save the Great Rebellion, Eternia, and Etheria… was gone. The Sorceress was now fully in the villain’s power, doomed to serve his every whim, both as the final element he needed to conquer the universe, and as the last of his willless concubines.

The Sorceress had become the final, ultimate Slime Slave.

He gestured imperceptibly and, once more, the Slime Slaves gathered in a circle. This time, the newly transformed Sorceress joined them. Her arms raised once more to match the rest of Hordak’s victims. And then, the chanting resumed.

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!” They spoke as one, and Hordak basked in his total, ultimate victory.

Hordak laughed long and loud as he let his hands explore the enslaved Sorceress’s spectacular body, sinking one finger into her vagina. He was looking forward to personally abusing her to the fullest, but first there was one last bit of business to do.

“Tomorrow morning, you will grant me full access to Castle Grayskull, and reveal all of its secrets to me.”

“Yes, Master.” Internally, she was shouting vehemently against such a thing.

“You will disable any traps, physical or mystical.”

“Yes, Master.” She wanted to sabotage his plan, but found she no longer had the will to do so. Her heart sank.

“But that is tomorrow. For now… You know what to do.” Sorceress found herself kneeling down and taking a hold of Hordak’s member, exposing it. She wanted nothing more than to fight. To flee. To SCREAM.

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!”

Instead, she took his erect penis into her mouth and performed the first blowjob of either of her lives. His laughter echoed in her ears and deep within her soul.

TO BE CONCLUDED…