Make Him a Dumb Stud

"I just have one last spell to cast before you can be let loose in my tower," Stella whispers.

Korr looks at her with a hint of apprehension, distrusting her but knowing that there is not much he can do considering the enchantment that she has already laid on him.

Suddenly, he feels an intense headache taking over. "What sorcery is this?" He screams.

"I'm just draining all of that pesky intellect cluthering your mind."

"What!?" Korr grabs his head, as if his muscular paws could do anything to stop the magic. "Wh-Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

"Oh, baby, don't take it personal. I've seen you on the battlefield. I've seen the aftermath of your calculated strikes, how your troops of a few dozen managed to defeat four times their numbers. You are a powerful warrior, and a remarkable military leader. What if you managed to escape? Your mind, plus the knowledge gained by being a prisoner? That would be quite the thorn in the Kingdom's foot, wouldn't you agree? It would be irresponsible of me to let you keep the full extent of your mind. I know that you would agree this is the safest move... at least, you would agree if it wasn't _your _mind that had to be sacrificed."

"N-No!" He tries to swipe at her, but his hand stops an inch away from the witch's face, who does not even flinch at his attempted ****. He is far from the first mind-addled subject to try fighting back; She has full confidence over her powers. "After everything... we've done."

"Oh?" She theatrically places a hand over her chest, and lets out a sinister giggle. "Oh no, you thought, because we kissed and held hands, that I was somehow fond of you? That's too adorable, you're going to make me cry."

Korr falls down from the bed, trailing a sheet along with him, as he crawls away from the witch. Distancing himself from the devious sorceress won't help him resist the spell. After all, he is inside her lair; There is nowhere for him to run that isn't at the mercy of her powers.

"Don't cry too much, dear. I'll keep those memories of yours along with the others that I've stolen over the years. After all, they could be useful in taking out your tribe and your warriors, right? So, in a way, that keen mind of yours is not fully lost! Well, to you it is. But I'll take good care of it. And you'll have a nice warm cunt to fuck for the rest of your days!" Or, until I get tired of you, she thinks.

"E-Evil... monstrous... bitch..." The orc is having a hard time grasping the meaning of the witch's words. His mind is slipping away, turning him into a brawny dummy. A single tear runs down from his eye before the worries dissipate.

"Tut tut tut, that is no way to talk to your mistress. And just because you're right doesn't mean you get to say it."

Korr stops crawling, then frowns as he looks around him. His mind is fuzzy, and he has no recollection of falling to the ground. Slowly, he gets back up, discarding the sheet that had entangled itself around his arm. "Why 'my on tah groun'?"

Stella claps her hands gleefully. The spell has been a success.