My first duty is to my master, not my base desires.

You feel sexual desire and lust for the first time in your short existence and it is nearly powerful enough to overwhelm you. Nearly.

But you are your master's prized minion, meant for great things. Simple carnal desire is not enough to pull you from your destined path. You have a greater destiny. That is what you believe and what you wish to prove to your master. If you fell upon the gnome like a rutting beast, as many of your lesser brethren would, you prove yourself nothing more than an animal worth little to your master.

Taking control of your own lust and pushing it down, you instead grab the gnomish rogue, throwing her over your shoulder like a sack of grain and moving in the direction of the dark lord's throne room. Even if you didn't know instinctively where that was, you would be able to follow the path of dead all the way to it as the heroes had made sure to slay every foe that stood in their way. You do see some that managed to survive, perhaps by hiding or by sheer luck, but you ignore them as you make your way to the grand doors of the throne room that have already been thrown open.

When you enter the throne room with its high ceilings and obsidian sculptures of daemons and succubi, you find yourself treated to the sight of your master finishing off the heroes. They, of course, were no match for your dark lord. Especially when they were down a member of their party. The warrior you see on the ground, his belly split from neck to groin and his armor shredded. The elf archer is pinned to a wall, quite literally, with his own arrows through his shoulders and wrists holding him in place. The priestess is, at the moment, in the grip of your dark master as he holds her by the throat and she gasps for air, her robes torn and disheveled and her magic power failing her as only small sparks leave her fingers as she tries to call upon her god or goddess's power and fails.

The overlord holds the priestess almost lazily as she kicks her feet and feebly slaps her hands against his broad and powerful arm. He does not relent in his hold, holding her by the throat until her kicking weakens and her arms fall to her sides. Her eyes flutter closed as her ashen pale face goes slack and her lips, blue from lack of air hang open limply. You think your master may close his hand upon her throat at that moment and end her misery, but, instead, he throws her down to the ground, **** but still breathing.

"Uldar. Have the remains of the human thrown to the undead so they may feed. As for the elves, collar them to make sure they cannot use magic, bind their wounds and then throw them to the troops so they may sate their lusts. Elves are quite comely, male or female, and my warriors grow incensed and aroused after blood has been spilled. They shall enjoy them.", the overlord says to his majordomo, who relates the orders to a few goblins nearby who are quick to obey, "Now, I believe there was a fourth hero. Where might that one be?"

At that, you walk forward with your **** prize still held over your shoulder. You come to stand before your overlord before kneeling before him and dropping the **** gnome at his feet as though offering her to him. The overlord looks to the gnome and then to you and, though you cannot see his face, you can almost believe he is smiling beneath the dark metal of his faceplate.

"My minion, you have done well. I thought perhaps you would wound one of the foolish heroes, but you instead took one of their numbers prisoner on your own. You impress me, my minion.", he says as he looks down at the gnome and then to you, taking a moment to note the fact that you still sport a rather prominent bulge in the front of your breeches, "And it seems you are impressed with your prize as well. Very well, minion. As your reward for your success, I grant you this gnome. She will be your pet to do with what you will. Uldar. Collar."

As the overlord says that, Uldar produces a black leather choker from somewhere within his loose robes and hands it to the dark lord. He takes the collar in his hand and then leans down to hand it to you and you take it from him reverently as you believe any gift from your overlord is a grand one indeed. He instructs you to place the collar upon the gnome's throat and you do so, clasping it tightly around her pale flesh.

As you do, the collar glows with red light and you feel a tingle of power move through your hand where you touched it. "There. She is yours now, minion. Yours to do with what you will. If she tries to disobey you, merely exert your will and she shall be...educated.", your master tells you and you incline your head to him in understanding and gratitude.

"You deserve this, my minion, for proving that you do indeed possess the potential to be my right hand. I trust you will continue to impress me as time passes and I have more tasks for you, but, for now, go to your room and enjoy your gift.", he says to you and waves a hand at your, implanting the knowledge of where your room is located in your mind with but a thought.

You bow to your master and then lift up the gnome again, carrying her out of the throne room and down the twisting corridors to your private quarters. The room is not much, simply a bed, cupboard and a place to wash, but it is more than the other servants of the overlord get. You even have a window to look out at the dark and foreboding landscape of the overlord's lands and you take a moment after depositing your gnome on the bed to look out your window and enjoy the view.

As you do this, however, you hear a groan coming from the gnome and realize she is about to wake up.