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The Fall of the Great Rebellion
Written by The Slime Wizard
Illustrations by LadyKraken
Chapter 12: "Prophecy Fulfilled"

Previously: The Sorceress reached the source of the Slime of En’Slav, but was unaware that Hordak knew she was coming and had laid a trap. Captured by Leech and the enslaved Evil-Lyn and Peekablue, Sorceress was raped alongside Slave Frosta in front of the entire Great Rebellion before being carried to the Slime Pit. Drained of her magic, all hope was lost as the Sorceress succumbed to the Pit and became the final Slime Slave, granting Hordak total and complete victory over the Great Rebellion and mastery of the entire universe…

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Hordak listened to reports coming in from his troops, and the news was excellent across the board.

Sighing contentedly, he leaned back, enjoying the feel of Castaspella wrapped around his member, straddling her master to maximize his pleasure. The former heroic mystic was no match for the Horde, but she had a much better purpose now, serving as the first round of the day’s festivities. As she bounced on his cock, the first bit of news played through his mind.

The Snake Men had finally come out of hiding, and surrendered without incident. King Hiss was not just a brilliant foe, but a powerful one. Adding his army to his own would greatly aid in the expansion of the Horde Empire. Hordak considered being merciful and decided to let them keep their free will. They’d seen his power, and knew what would befall them if they stepped out of line.

“You must be MISERABLE,” he said, enjoying her predictament. The sorrow in her eyes delighted him to no end. “All that magic at your fingertips and you can’t even raise a pinky unless I tell you to.” To amuse himself, he was allowing them to speak freely, a rare privilege he was willing to grant since none of them could do anything but pleasure him.

“You’re… pure… EVIL,” she gasped as a climax built up. To her shame, she couldn’t prevent it.

He grunted as he came, filling her snatch. He nodded and she pulled back and away from him. As she turned to step down from the throne of Grayskull, the next course simultaneously stepped up. The warrior goddess, Teela. The daughter of the Sorceress. He-Man’s biggest weak point. She’d proven useful indeed. She proved useful now as she replaced Castaspella on his erect penis and began humping her master.

“Someday you’ll pay for this…”

“I doubt that. Now be a good girl and fuck SILENTLY.” Teela immediately stopped talking, whatever she was going to say next being said only in her mind. He found her defiance somewhat annoying. He decided she’d never say anything freely again.

Again, he allowed himself a moment to contemplate recent events. The enslaved He-Man had been most effective in rooting out the so-called Heroic Warriors. He knew them far too well for them to remain hidden for long. Several reports described unspeakable carnage, of powered men being torn apart. He was already awaiting the delivery of the head of Man-At-Arms. It would look striking once it was coated in eternium and placed on his wall.

He made a mental command telling his slave to stop killing his targets. There was no sense wasting perfectly good slave fodder. Teela’s body spasmed as she climaxed, bringing him to one as well. Milking it to the fullest, she took her time sliding off of his penis before turning to leave, signaling the next round to begin. Her snatch dripped with his cum, as they all would before the day was done.

Now Frosta stepped up to her master, spread her legs, and placed herself on the lap of her conquerer. The Ice Queen’s vagina was surprisingly warm and delightfully tight. He had to resist the urge to come right away as her magnificent cleavage dangled before his eyes. The fucking began immediately, and as always, it was exquisite.

“You repulse me,” she said in spite of the actions she was taking. “I wish I could vomit.”

“No will, no way,” mocked the tyrant.

Back on Etheria, his troops were rooting out the last pockets of resistance. Between the decisive defeat of their leaders and the demoralizing sight of She-Ra submitting to her greatest enemy, the fight had gone out of them completely. Once the last resistance was gone, he’d root out the ones slinking in the shadows, hoping to go unnoticed. No one defied the Horde and went unpunished. Already most had surrendered thanks to Angella’s performance, the fools unaware she was his slave, disguised to appear as she once had.

Meanwhile, construction was already nearly complete on the new Slime Factory. Frosta’s destruction of the original had only slowed his plans by a few weeks. And she KNEW it.

Again, the slave atop him climaxed, and he enjoyed the shuddering of her body, the juxtaposition of the pleasure she was receiving with the sorrow in her eyes. She knew her fate was sealed. Mournfully, she pulled away from him as the former Princess Glimmer came for her turn with her master. She sat on his lap, back turned to him, as he slid into her love canal. She was young and firm, a true delight. A pity her would-be lover was dead and gone. SUCH a pity. She was quickly milking his cock, doing her best to please him. Physically. Mentally, she was doing gymnastics trying and failing to work up the willpower to strike him down. Her eyes told the story. They looked increasingly desperate.

“Please… Please stop… No more… I can’t… I can’t…”

“NEVER.”

She was on the brink, at long last, of her mind snapping. He was eager to push her over the edge.

Skeletor’s forces had proven moderately useful with competent leadership. They were running his slave camps expertly, and seeing to the construction of more Slime Pits across Eternia and Etheria. Soon every corner of both globes would be able to met out his will at a moment’s notice.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Another climax, and the Princess was done. And in more ways than one. Hordak felt it as her consciousness went comatose, no longer able to endure the endless horrors and sexual torture and helplessness. Glimmer had just been essentially lobotomized. Her eyes showed no more intelligence; she was literally now a fuck puppet with nothing inside her head but his will directing her body. She stood up slowly and wordlessly stepped down, making way for the one he hated most. She-Ra, the Princess of Power. The one that had humiliated him repeatedly for years. And Adora, the traitor, one of the twins of destiny.

“You should know that poor Glimmer’s mind just DIED.” He grinned, enjoying the despair she felt. “That’s two now; after all, dear Tallstar snapped three days ago.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Yes. The monster that BEAT you.” He looked her in the eyes, enjoying the sheer hatred in them. “You want to punch a hole through my head right now, don’t you?”

“More than anything.”

“You’re welcome to try.”

He could see the frustration she felt. Unable to work up the will to even lift an arm, much less make a fist and swing it, had to be torment for the woman. Good. He wanted her to know the excruciating agony of endless humiliation and degradation.

“Damnit…”

“Now that you’re done with the daily lesson that the only will you’ll ever have is my own, start fucking and sucking, bitch.”

She got on her knees and embraced her new destiny, wrapping her lips around his penis and beginning to suck. Her green head bobbing up and down his groin would soon be a familiar sight. It was HIS turn to humiliate this woman. She would never again know a single day without his cock in her mouth, his cum on her tongue.

Randor and Marlena had finally been tracked down, attempting to organize a resistance. To their credit, they fought to the last. But their fight was a futile one, and both had been cut down by Grizzlor. Their bodies had made quite the spectacle being paraded around the kingdom.

Having finished sucking, She-Ra took her place straddling him. He was quickly brought to climax by the sight of his seed on her chin and lips, and came five more times over the course of the next hour. When she finally dismounted, she was very much the cum dumpster she’d always been destined to be. She turned away, cursing his name, as his first and most important slave approached. Peekablue, the seer whose unfortunate misreading of her visions led to such tragedy for her friends, and such absolute triumph for him.

“You’ve helped me accomplish everything I’ve ever wanted. I can’t thank you enough.” He leered. Mentally, she flinched. “Now, what do you see?”

Her plumage spread and glowed for a moment. “Pain. Death. Misery. I can see the torment of everyone I love.”

“And whose fault is THAT?”
“Mine,” she admitted tearfully. “It’s all my fault.”

“Yes. Yes it is. Now come to me, girl. Your master’s waiting.” Without hesitation, she stepped forward and planted herself on his cock.

As she began her turn on his member, he played with her breasts, enjoying them fully. Her feathers made her a bit more top-heavy than the other slaves present, and that lent itself to more pressure on his cock, magnifying his enjoyment immensely. He had her lean forward and pressed his mouth to hers, filling her mouth with his tongue. She could not resist, nor work up the will to even try.

Most of his slaves were off-planet, on a world called Primus. A mutant by the name of Flogg had petitioned for he and his men to join the horde, and they offered the home of their enemies as tribute. Slime Wizard was making short work of their Galactic Guardians, and plans were underway to deliver to him the ambassador and warrior Mara to be his newest addition.

He contemplated the young enslaved seer. He owed her a great debt for her foolishness. He never would have conquered his enemies without her powers. He decided she’d be treated far gentler than the rest of her friends as a reward. In fact, he was thinking of furthering her enslavement, truly brainwashing her. It would make for an enjoyable hobby to slowly break her and get her to ENJOY these sessions. He came inside her and she stepped back, making way for the last slave present.

The Sorceress. The keeper of the secrets of Grayskull. The most powerful sorcerer on Eternia, perhaps the entire universe. The last hope for two worlds. She stood before him now, naked save the thin shell of slime covering her for the rest of her life, and her ever present boots and headdress. She turned around and sat upon him, his penis sliding into her loins for the first time. He was going to savor this experience. The best saved for last. She would be raped upon her own throne, with her daughter and one of her chosen protectors watching the entire time.

And it would be a long time. Among the secrets she had revealed to him was an immortality potion called the Elixir of Life. A fool called Geldor had once attempted to gain it, only to be consumed by the tree spawned by its spilling. Sorceress had recreated it, and he had drunk deeply before giving it to all his slave harem. Now his former enemies would stay forever young, forever enslaved, forever servicing the one they hated most of all. There would be no quarter given. Their lives would be an eternal torment of willlessness and submission to their greatest and most vile enemy.

He allowed her to look down at the assembled slaves. “Teela… Adora… All of you… I failed you. I failed everyone. I’m so sorry… I… I… AHHHH!”

She came, her pussy quivering around his cock and making him climax inside her. She stayed upon his lap. He was going to take his time with her. He had until the end of time after all. The orgasms came one by one, and he was content to lose himself in the sensation.

Hordak failed to notice the look on the faces, in the eyes of his gathered slaves. Hopelessness. Despair. Mourning. Horror. Their collective sense of failure and helplessness was a physical thing. No words need be said, even if they could find the will to say them without permission.

They were doomed. The slime ensured they would always be Hordak’s, and only his will and desires mattered. Never again would they fight for a cause they believed in. Nor know true love. No triumph. Only an endless tragic hell devised by a twisted soul. Someday they would all share Glimmer’s fate, their minds fading to nothing thanks to the endless torment.

When Peekablue had mistakenly instigated the events that led to this, she’d spoken of a prophecy. A vision of the Great Rebellion, succumbing to a field of green that enveloped them all. Now, the prophecy had come to pass. There were no more heroines to rise. No more chances to take. No more daring plans. No attempted rescues.

The Great Rebellion was dead and gone. But it’s leadership would live forever, trapped into the worst fate any of them could ever imagine.

This was their fate as Hordak’s heroine harem. Eternally serving their master as robotic Slime Slaves. Forevermore would they fuck. He laughed as, once more, he made his defeated enemies raise their arms and stand at attention. Even Sorceress raised her arms as he continued raping and molesting her.

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

BAD END