CONTINUE STORY: A caravan

***AUTHORS NOTE: Hey there! When I first planned out Act I, I had a lot of ideas, many of which didn't make it into the final draft. This turned out to be a massive mistake since the rest of the story doesn't make sense anymore. Hence, I am now including it. To clarify, I am not retconning anything, I am just adding a few more chapters to the first arc (and will probably expand one or more existing ones).***

A few days later

“12 minions have returned” informed me my dungeon quasi-telepathically. “They bring with them 25 humanoids and the corpses of 4 more humanoids.”

25?! That’s quite a lot. And if all 12 minions returned, that meant a surprisingly low **** toll for such a large number of captives… not to mention that only 4 dead was quite a low number of casualties on their side as well.

“How many males, how many females? Any children amongst the humanoids or the corpses?” I inquired quasi-telepathically.

“23 females, two males. No children.” Answered my dungeon.

My suspension grew by the second. 23 new females in a single haul?! That was an incredible number! I couldn’t simply sit on my throne and wait any longer; I had to see it myself.

I quickly established a mental connection with one of the minions that were guarding the entrance to my dungeon and assumed control over its body, sharing its senses. What I saw made my loins churn with delight:

There were two (formerly) covered wagons, drawn by two donkeys each, as well as two horses. By now, the covers of the wagons were torn up, probably during the fight. The four corpses as well as the two surviving men looked to be guards and drivers, two had probably been mounted on horseback, with the remaining four steering and guarding the carriages. Not a lot of guards for a caravan that contained two large wagons, but who am I to complain?

The real treat, however, were the girls sitting tightly packed inside the carriages…

Slavegirls! And lots of them! Their status was obvious from both their collars and bindings, eyes full of fear and cheeks wet with tears. Yet, they docilely sat in their carriages, not moving an inch. They were evidently used to being utterly helpless in rather fear-inducing situations.

Not wanting to wait any longer than absolutely necessary, I ordered my minions to just bring the entire wagons before me as they were.

Releasing control over my minion, I returned my focus to my body, still sitting on my throne. Around me on their stone plates, a full dozen of lower harem girls were helplessly tied to their stone plates, filling the air with soft moans. Tentacles were thrusting into their tight sexholes, intent on impregnating their pussies and asses with my children.

Knowing that my minions with the newly captured slavegirls would be here soon, I **** my tentacles to release their load early in the tight, warm holes of my harem, eliciting a chorus of surprised squeals. As soon as they were filled, I withdrew my tentacles and had the attending minions transfer the girls to the harem chambers so that they could get some rest. And not a moment too soon.

Pulled by some of my minions (the donkeys had been taken away, to be put to work later, just like the guards) the two wagons entered my throne room. Until now, most of the slavegirls had kept their heads and eyes lowered, choosing the path of least resistance. In all likelihood, they mistook my about human-sized and well-organized minions as a tribe of beastmen or something, rather than the monsters they were.

But now, their behaviour changed.

One of the girls must have been squinting from the corners of her eyes or something, because suddenly, she shot up, screaming in terror as she spotted the massive, tentacled minotaur with six, glowing red eyes. As she spotted me.

Soon, the other girls joined as they realized that this was wayyyy worse than being sold to new masters. No, they were right in the bowels of hell and were equally likely to be agonizingly **** to **** over days or eaten alive. Or at least, that was how it seemed to them.

I reached out for the one that had screamed first, gently coiling two of my massive tentacles around her and lifting her up. The girls around her cried out even more and tried to get away as far as they could, but didn’t get far due to my minions guarding the wagon. The girl I held in my grasp wriggled desperately, crying and screaming for help.

“BE QUIET. I HAVE NO INTENTIONS OF HARMING YOU.” I said.

She was so shocked by the fact that a massive monster like me could speak that she actually stopped screaming and froze in my grasp. Sensing a good opportunity, I brought one of my injector tentacles into position, extended one of its needles, and plunged it into her neck, injecting her with one of my potions.

Her eyes shot wide open, and she opened her mouth as if to scream. But before she could, her pupils dilated, her eyelids drooped ever so slightly and her muscles unclenched. In short, her entire body, but especially her face, relaxed.

I gingerly set her on the ground and quasi-telepathically ordered one of my minions to untie her. There was no longer any reason to keep her bound, she was entirely under the influence of my new potion.

“WHAT IS YOUR NAME?” I asked the girl.

“Maribell, sir.” she answered.

“WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO MARIBELL? AND CALL ME MASTER.” I told her.

“I… I… don’t know, master?” she replied, confused.

Excellent. Influenced by such a high dose of submission potion, she should indeed be utterly unable to make a decision of her own.

“HOW ABOUT YOU HELP ME TRY A FEW NEW THINGS?” I suggested.

“Of course! If it makes you happy, master!” she beamed happily.

“IT WILL LIKELY HURT. AND YOUR BODY WILL BE PERMANENTLY CHANGED IN WAYS YOU MIGHT NOT LIKE, COMPLETELY WITHOUT YOUR CONTROL. DOES THAT NOT DISTURB YOU?” I inquired.

She needed a moment before she could answer. “…no. Strangely, it doesn’t, master. If it’s what you want, my desires are irrelevant.”

“YOUR DESIRES? WHAT ARE THEY?” I wanted to know.

“I… don’t know, master. I don’t have any. Not anymore. I exist to serve.” She said slowly, hesitantly, as if struggling to comprehend it herself.

I smiled my best minotaur smile. The other slavegirls had fallen quiet as soon as Maribell had stopped screaming and were now watching in shock, terrified at the prospect of what I could do to them. Entirely obliterating a person’s will and desires, utterly bending and remaking her mind…

The potion I had injected her with was basically a more advanced derivate of the old hypnosis potion. I called it the submission potion because that’s precisely what it did: It made anyone under its influence highly submissive, docile, passive, and servile. Put simply, it was the perfect tool to make every rebellious, headstrong bitch perfectly meek and obedient so that she would accept her new place easily. Unfortunately, its current form didn’t really alter her, but merely temporarily influenced her mind.

But I wasn’t quite done yet. I promised her another potion, didn’t I?

“STRIP,” I ordered her.

“Yes, master. Right away.” she complied.

Taking my time, I brought a new injector tentacle into position and jabbed her with a new potion. She held perfectly still, and once I was done, looked down her body curiously. At first, nothing happened. But then… the changes began to manifest.

Her breasts began to swell first, followed by her ass, thighs, and even lips, in that order. They filled out nicely, becoming fuller and more feminine. Even her bone structure changed slightly, giving her narrow, elfin shoulders and broad, fecund hips. The entire change was ‘fuelled’ by drawing mass from the other parts of her body, particularly the little fat she had on her belly, adding a slim waist to her already delicious curves.

I lifted her up and enjoyed her soft moans as my tentacles felt over her reshaped body, squeezing her soft tits and butt. Everything was in place, my potion hadn’t accidentally destroyed her body and the result was amazing. Sure, it couldn’t measure up to the incredible beauty and sexiness of the enemies the Dark Twins had shown me before I had arrived in this world called Ruyanei. But she turned from a significantly below-average girl into a specimen that would definitely turn heads.

I sat her down to the side and instructed a minion to keep an eye on her, there was no way to know when the submission potion would wear off.

“NOW THEN, WHO OF YOU IS NEXT?” I asked, directed at the slavegirls.

No answer came.

They cowered, each of them trying their best to look as unimportant, as unappealing as possible.

Sighing internally, I uncoiled my tentacles again and reached for one that looked like a promising test subject.

“Ahhhiiiii!” she cried as I lifted her up, bringing injector tentacles with more magical compounds into position.

“Please… don’t do with me what you did with her. I beg of you, I will do anything you want, just… don’t make me… stop being me…” she managed to say between sobs.

Oh? She was so afraid of the submission potion she would give up everything else?

“WORRY NOT, LITTLE ONE. I HAVE NO INTENTION OF DOING THE SAME TO YOU.” I said, much to her relief.

Not that it mattered. Once she was inducted into the lower harem, the constant stimulation, aphrodisiac, and overall situation would make her lose her mind either way.

“HOLD STILL,” I ordered her.

“…yes…master…” she muttered, trying her best to relax and bare her body to me.

“WHAT IS YOUR NAME?” I asked the girl.

“… it’s Kathrin, master.” She answered after a moment of quiet.

“TELL ME KATHRIN, DID YOU EVER WISH FOR A SMALLER NOSE? OR BIGGER BREASTS?” I wanted to know.

Truth be told, I chose her as a test subject because she was somewhat… disproportionate. Her nose was much too big for her face, her breasts much too small and her legs too short, amongst other things. On her, the changes would be most apparent.

“…yes, I think I did, master.” She said meekly.

“THEN TODAY IS YOUR LUCKY DAY! YOUR WISH WILL BE FULFILLED!” I grinned.

Not wasting any time, I injected her with the new compound. First, her nose, then her breasts, and finally, different points on her legs. As before, it took a moment before anything happened. But then, her nose shrank down, her breast swelled up, becoming round and full, and her legs elongated, as she could nothing but watch in awe and terror.

I called the potion I had injected her with simply growth/shrink potion, since it grew/shrank the body part it was injected into. Like the last potion I had tried on the slavegirls, the mass-redistribution potion, this one was also derived from the breast growth serum. The mass-redistribution potion was a simple one-size-fits-all solution that could give even the least attractive girl a fuckable body. For the finer details, however, the growth/shrink potion was the appropriate tool, enabling me to shape every girl to my liking, down to the last detail! And I didn’t have to use a dozen different potions either, one (or two, with the mass-redistribution potion), was all at it took!

Enraptured by the new possibilities, I spent ours reshaping the slavegirls’ bodies, before finally marking them and impregnating them, thereby officially inducting them into my lower harem. It was also when I tried the final potion I had been wanting to try: A new fertility potion that was supposed to make pregnancies both shorter and easier on the mother.

Once I was done, one of my children approached me, delivering something to me that my minions had found on the wagons and couldn’t make sense of…