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Dark Lord Substitute

Chapter 6

By Draconicon

I hate this helmet, I hate this helmet, I hate this helmet...

He'd thought that every time that he put the damn thing on, and he could not describe the relief that he felt when he took it off. It was as good as cursed, and he doubted that he'd ever be happy to wear that, even though his role as the Dark Lord required him to. Sure, it amplified his vision, but the way that it kept his head enclosed, pressed down on his horns, and generally made it a stifling mess on the inside meant that it was the most uncomfortable headgear that he had ever worn. Considering the fact that he'd worn horrible motorcycle helmets that hadn't taken his horns into account, that was saying something.

Bertram groaned as the elevator finally hit its destination, holding his hand to his stomach as he felt his sense of balance - as well as his sense of organs - return to him. He managed to stand up straight as the door flicked to the side, and nobody noticed that he had felt rather sickly after the descent.

Various rodents looked his way as he stepped out into the observation chamber. Rats and mice both moved to the side, the former moving with free will, the latter with the measured steps of obvious Indoctrination. He watched them move to the side for a moment, remembering how their monarch had been rather...strange...after the end of their fun together. He needed more information on the Indoctrination process, and he needed it soon.

"Dark Lord."

Bertram glanced up at the console line against the wall. General Mark Twist was there, and the hyena bowed at the waist. He nodded at him, approaching.

" General. What is your progress?"

"Nearly finished, sir. We're just putting on the final touches of the first batch of prisoners. If you'd care to take a look?"

" That is why I'm here."

Reaching the line of consoles, he leaned forward and peered through the transparent viewing panels just above. They weren't glass, and they weren't windows, but they served a similar purpose.

Down below, perhaps a floor and a half down, were the captured soldiers from the research facility. A glance across the restrained figures told him that they had been pulled from the security forces rather than the brainier folks. Or at least, that was his understanding. Nothing short of brawny individuals down there, and most of them were grunting, huffing, clenching their fists as if that would save them from the process.

" I assume that they are the staff that held our landing forces at bay."

"That, plus local labor and mining staff."

" Mining?"

"Yes, sir. Apparently, the locals have been keeping some large deposits of gemstones and potential fuel deposits hidden from the rest of their little alliance. Something about wanting a 'back-up' if things went wrong."

" ...Fascinating."

"We're almost done programming them, sir. Do you want to see the list of commands they've been given?"

" Obviously. Give them here."

Mark tapped a finger against one of the console screens, and a hologram appeared in mid-air. The armored ram leaned forward, looking at the list as it scrolled down, almost as if it was reading his eye position. Another interesting bit of technology.

Brain forced to follow any command made by Dread Star loyalists, instant override by anything that I say, loyalty and love for the Dread Star, status as a slave, wish to enjoy slavery being built in...

So, essentially, it was a complete wipe of any previous loyalties and an installation of new ones, combined with the requirement to obey anything that he or the other standard members of the Dread Star armada said. That wasn't so bad, though he wasn't keen on the idea of someone only following because they were forced. It was understandable, but he hoped to change that eventually.

However, the love of slavery concerned him.

Tapping that particular entry with a gloved finger, he drew Mark's attention to this one.

" This is a standard list, yes?"

"...Yes, sir. Why?"

" Then this is what happened to you when you were Indoctrinated, as well?"

"I joined willingly. I wasn't Indoctrinated."

" Were you not?"

He had only meant it as a genuine question, as he honestly didn't know, but the look of confusion on Mark's face told him that the hyena hadn't thought about the possibility. Bertram sighed, but softly, just enough to keep it from being picked up by the mask. Apparently, it was yet another thing that the other man hadn't thought about after joining up.

You are a slave, as is your sister. Neither of you have fought your way out of the army, neither of you have earned your way out of being anything but a slave. From the sound of it, nobody ever can, except me...and that's by dying.

Admittedly, his slavery was to something like destiny, or to the Dread Star, something that was far enough off that it would never directly order him around. That said, he still had to follow a cause, something that was more than slightly difficult when he was still trying to figure out just what it was. The fact that the Indoctrination was there in the first place implied that it was used on everyone, even him, perhaps. At the very least, it would touch on his officers, and that meant that they were probably keener on the idea of having slaves than they would have been outside of the army.

Shaking his head as Mark leaned back to think, he looked down at the people below again. He wanted to see what he was dealing with.

Unsurprisingly, they were mostly of tunneling species. Most were moles, squat, probably no more than five feet tall, some as short as four and a half feet in height. They were broad across the shoulders and looked like they were akin to the strong miners of other stories, things that were bent forward so that they could keep the tunnels smaller, more able to support themselves without a total cave-in. Longer fingers, broad palms, and short legs. Definitely something that evolved from a digging species.

However, less common than the moles but still present were snakes. Not the long, slender sort, either, but the ones that were able to walk on two legs. They were probably strong enough in their own right, but compared to the broad moles, they looked very thin indeed. They had slender arms and delicate digits, and many of them had hoods to their heads, almost like cobras from back home.

Hmm...

Of course, the most interesting thing about either species was the fact that they were completely naked. Male, female, mixed: it didn't matter. They were all naked, and they were all more than slightly aroused. Their grunts and their huffs often came with a throb from down below, where the males were particularly aroused and throbbing, twitching, or when the females were clenching and dripping a little more than usual.

" I assume that the active Indoctrination that they're going through is pleasurable," he said.

"That's...what we've heard, yes."

" Then there is no pain from their minds being re-written."

"None."

" Hmm..."

That was either a lie, a half-truth, or something that was entirely too convenient. He cocked his head to the side, looking back at the list. The moans and grunts from the creatures down below were interesting, even fascinating, but he was more concerned with the orders that they were getting.

The blanket Indoctrination was a decent start, save for the order to enjoy slavery. That was probably included as a way to make sure that the average man, woman, and child enjoyed being put into a new hierarchical system. That would reduce the amount of difficulty that they faced with active rebellion, but it meant that the system would become ever more entrenched in the minds of those that were brought into the fold. There would be little to no chance of converting to something else, eventually.

Then again, that seemed to be part of the problem with the Dread Star and the Dark Lord. They were part of the cycle, yes, but they were the villainous part of the cycle. They were made to be opposed, to be fought, to be brought low every time to prove that freedom and goodness would always triumph.

In other words, they were written badly, and that meant that they had disadvantages written into their compulsions. He wondered, then, if there was something that the other side had to follow, as well.

Might be the case, he thought, making a mental note. I'll have to check that out later.

It was a short-term solution for a long-term problem, and he'd have to find a way to deal with that. Preferably within two more planets of conquest, if he could. Something else to get done, have Data set a timeline for tasks that needed to be accomplished. Yet another mental note.

As it stood, he wanted something different. He glanced at the various slaves down below, then at the list of different commands. Very likely, the snakes had been the officers among the moles. The height difference, the way that one species was far better built than the other, the way that they were very much in the minority: it all pointed to there being a disparity in the work that they were doing. The snakes had probably passed a fair bit of work down to the moles, and that meant that they would keep that mindset when this was done. They were all slaves, and would love being slaves, that was true. That didn't mean that they wouldn't lose the issues that had started the inequality in the first place.

" General."

"Sir?"

" Where's the edit button?"

"Here, sir."

The hyena tapped it, and Bertram went to work. He started typing out a few addendums to the total slavery Indoctrination, and when he was done, he gestured for Mark to take a look. The hyena blinked as he leaned in.

"All species are equal under slavery...Isn't that already obvious?"

" Do you feel equal to the rats behind you?"

"...Fair point...but they are rats, you know."

" Yes, but they are also part of the army. Just as you are. There is no difference save for the fact that you can give commands."

"That's nothing to do with me being a hyena, though."

" Then why are there so many hyenas in the upper ranks, and almost no rodents?"

"...I hate it when you ask questions that I don't have an answer to. Feels like I'm going off-script."

" We are. We're not being 'evil'. But to not be 'evil', as we're obliged to be, we have to think."

He shook his head, adding that little addendum in. That would cause some havoc with the way that the slaves were run, he was sure, but it was proper. He wanted to see them start earning their way up with a proper meritocracy, not a poorer system that merely imitated one. One might have pride, one might have different abilities and advantages coming from a different species, but that would be henceforth acknowledged, not just slotted under a better result on a test.

" Now. I wish to take one of these for...pleasure. Are there any that are closer to being done than the others?"

"Um..."

" Yes, General?"

"Why do you want one for..."

" Because I am curious about something. Two things, as a matter of fact, but one in particular that will be useful to our cause going forward."

The hyena looked like he wanted to ask another question, but Bertram short-circuited that by reaching around and putting his gloved hand on the general's ass. The implication was intentionally clear. Mark could either follow orders, or he could take the place of the slave as the Dark Lord's source of pleasure.

The general made the proper decision.

"The other end of the room, sir. There's a female that's almost done."

" Splendid." The word was as deadpan as he could make it. " Bring up her specific Indoctrination commands."

Mark did just that, and then stepped away from the console. All things considered, Bertram could understand why. The whole situation was definitely getting more awkward for the hyena officer than he had probably expected. The start of the whole war had been different to what he and Zelda had expected, for that matter. Bertram had thrown a wrench into the whole thing, ensuring that this war would be fought differently to the last, and he had probably poked more holes in their understanding of the Dark Lord and the Dread Star and even the alliance on the other side than either of them had ever thought about. That sort of thing was uncomfortable, and he was sure that Mark had a lot of thinking to do.

That did not mean that he was wrong to have done it. These things needed to be considered, even if you took this whole war as granted.

He looked at the list of hypnotic commands that the Indoctrination was feeding into the female. He had a few thoughts as to what he would like in a lover, and this was the perfect chance to see if he would enjoy it when it was done. The ram started typing, and this time, he spent a great deal longer writing things up than he had done before.

It took him nearly ten minutes to get the list finalized, and then he saved the commands. He took one look at the name - Ilia - and nodded to himself, stepping away.

" Have the slave Ilia sent to my quarters when she has finished the custom Indoctrination."

"Yes, sir," the rat technician that took his place said.

" And make sure that she arrives properly prepared. No clothing."

Bertram waited in his chambers for little more than twenty minutes before he heard Data pipe up. He lifted his head, the helmet long-since gone.

"Your slave approaches."

"Permission granted for entrance," he muttered, tapping his fingers together.

"Cause of heart rate increase?" Data asked.

"An experiment. Just not sure how it's going to go."

"Incomplete answer."

"...Heh. You're getting better at that. Just not sure how well this will go. I haven't done this much..."

He hadn't done this at all, for that matter. The last time that he had commanded anyone in sex had been back at the previous planet when he had taken his fun from an Indoctrinated monarch. This time, he had customized this Ilia to give him what he wanted, to have the kinks that he wanted her to have. The idea of doing that to someone else had always been a fantasy before that moment, and he wasn't sure how he felt about having done it for real. It felt both allowed and disallowed, right and wrong.

I guess we'll see how I feel after it's done, he thought.

The wall opened, and the snake woman stepped inside. She was tall, almost seven feet in height, and she had a tail that extended nearly that length behind her. It coiled up and over her shoulder, serving as a scarf, almost. As he had ordered, she was naked, her yellow underbelly contrasting against her green sides and limbs. She had a hint of breasts, but either due to her reptilian nature or her own biology, they were small, almost nonexistent. The only hint of her femininity lay between her legs and in her hips.

She looked at him as she entered, and he waited for the spark of adoration. It came, but there was something else. Something that lingered just under that light.

There it is... Just like with the king, he saw that hint of rebellion. Now that he knew what to look for, he could see that it hadn't been completely extinguished. Perhaps there was something in the Indoctrination, at least when it was used this blatantly, that couldn't entirely quash someone's true character. The question was, could that true character rise again, or was it an eternal prisoner languishing for release?

Either way, he was the one in charge, for now. He spread his legs, his cock and balls falling down against the bed, his toes curling in anticipation against the hardened floor. Ilia's eyes dropped to them as well, and he saw her slit dampen.

"Slave," he said.

"Master," she responded.

"Do you know what you're here for?"

"To please the Dark Lord...and I have to say, he is quite sexy."

A test that he hadn't had the time to make, and a reminder that he had allowed his libido to take charge as much as his curiosity down there. He had ordered the Indoctrination to give her a deep attraction to him. No romantic attraction, of course; he wasn't that cruel. It was more that he had ordered the Indoctrination to replace her checklist of attractive attributes with something that matched him completely. A ram. A mammal. A species with an external cock. The list went on.

He tapped his fingers together as she came closer, looking down at him. She was truly tall, he couldn't help but think when she stood at the foot of his bed. She flicked her forked tongue through the air, bobbing it up and down slightly before drawing it back into her mouth.

"Do all of your kind...smell so good?" she asked.

"I don't know."

"Well, I am here to serve. How would you like your slave to serve you, Master?"

"A few questions, then we will have our fun. Do you like being a slave?"

"Yes," her mouth said. No, her eyes said. "It's liberating; there are none of the old standards, only the ones that you give me. And I know what you want from me, master."

"And that is?"

"To serve," she said.

To submit, that angry flash behind her eyes implied. It was definitely awake and aware. How did his people miss this? Probably the same way that most of the Dark Lords did, he imagined. They weren't paying attention. Too drunk on power, too eager to take the fight to the enemy, too quick to believe that they had the ultimate power. Probably fooled into it by their own compulsion, too. He would have to be better than that. If he wasn't, if he ignored this, he was doomed.

"Kneel," he muttered.

Ilia fell to her knees almost immediately, her tail flaring out behind her as she did. He looked down at her, at her flickering tongue, at her curves, and he imagined what would happen if she was not under his control at that very moment.

He imagined that it would end up with a bite, at the very least. Perhaps with him falling down her stomach, if she had the ability to detach her jaws to that degree. Perhaps with a flogging from her tail. Any and all of those were possible with that anger behind her eyes.

Time to see if the other commands change anything.

"Slave, do you know what I'm going to have you do first?"

"No, Master. I don't."

"I want you..."

Somehow, he felt awkward. Maybe it was the fact that he was asking her to do more than he had asked the mouse king. Maybe it was because she was a female. Maybe there was just the awkwardness in the whole thing. Whatever it was, it made him hesitant to finish. He shook his head, gripping his legs behind the knees before lifting them up. The motion pulled his ass cheeks apart in the same motion.

"I want you to worship my ass."

The phrase alone felt almost cringy, but he was still watching her, curious, waiting. If he was right -

He was. The flare of anger disappeared, replaced by a sparkle of lust. She gasped as she looked at him, blushing, but she did as she was told, slowly leaning in. Her forked tongue flicked against his pucker, and he bit off a gasp at the strange, pleasurable feeling of it flicking against him. As she leaned in, her scaly snout pressed against his hole as she forced her tongue inside - a sensation that was particularly sexy, he found - he kept staring at her eyes.

She was blushing, but that spark of anger didn't come back. This command, this part of the Indoctrination, didn't trigger that same rage. Something about the new command slid deeper than the ones about loving slavery, about being happy to be in their proper place. He didn't know what it was yet, but it was definitely something that was worth considering.

He wanted to try and brainstorm what he could do next, but instead, he was forced to think about that tongue going in and out of his ass, sliding in as deep as it could go before pulling back, then sliding in again. The way that it flicked, almost vibrating as she hissed, meant that it tickled and tingled his prostate regularly, making him groan and curl his toes. His cock, previously half-hard, started to twitch and rise, rising up against his belly and getting harder and harder as it went.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

"Mmmph...master...your ass..."

"Mmmph...you like it?"

"I love it...Mmmph..."

It was almost like she was savoring the task of rimming him. A female wanting to shove her tongue up his asshole was something that should have been a dirty, naughty thing, and it was. But it also kept him harder and throbbing more than anything else had done in a long time. He groaned, slowly lowering his legs, his feet pressing against her shoulders to keep her against him.

It took him a moment to realize that it was going further than her just moaning against his hole. She was actively fingering herself as she worked her tongue into his ass, thrusting her hand against her pussy, fucking herself as she enjoyed herself. She moaned, she gasped, she panted against him.

And it made him fucking horny. His cock throbbed against his stomach, and he shivered as it drooled from the constant licking and thrusting. The wetness, the warmth, the naughty sort of sliminess that came from her thrusting her tongue so deep in a place tongues generally weren't meant to go felt -

"Mmmph..."

She managed to flick against his prostate again, this time just hard enough to get him to squirt pre-cum across his belly. He huffed softly, shaking his head.

"Stop."

Ilia followed the order instantly, pulling her head back and looking up at him. Still panting, he sat up, looking down at her.

"Turn around. Show me your ass."

The snake's blush grew stronger, likely in response to him programming her to want anal more than vaginal. No girl that he had ever met liked it up the ass, ever, yet as Ilia turned around and lifted her ass up, she showed off a pucker that was already clenching tight in anticipation for his cock. He was more than hard enough for it, too, as he slid to the edge of the bed and slapped his cock against her pucker a few times.

"Mmmph...you want it?"

"I want it badly, Master. So badly. I want to have my ass stretched wide by your cock."

It was porn-speak, and he knew it. There was something to it that never quite felt right when you heard it out loud, and he knew that this, too, was part of the Indoctrination. Yet, she looked back at him with that needy light in her eyes, rather than the raging fire, and he knew that on some level, she believed what she was saying.

What's the difference between the regular commands and these custom ones? he wondered. Do you need to do them entirely by hand for each slave, or is there something different about this one? Maybe it's the sex? She definitely seems to be more sexual than the king was...

Whatever the answer was, he knew that he wasn't going to get it out of this one experiment. However, the experiment itself had already given him something. There was a flaw in the Indoctrination procedure, and there was potentially a way to fix it. That was worth knowing. More than worth knowing, that was everything.

He slid forward, his cock grinding from just behind her pussy up to her asshole. Ilia groaned, then gasped as he pushed against her flexing pucker. He pushed, and then slid in, feeling that tight, different heat clenching around his cock. He was sucked all the way in, right up to the hilt, and the taller snake gasped as he finally filled her up.

"Oh god...oh fuck..." she whispered.

"Heh...too much?" he asked.

"No...fuck...oh fuck, that's...that's way better than..."

"Better than the other hole?"

"I didn't...holy..."

He had programmed her to have something of an anal addiction, but from the wetness he could feel against his balls, it had gone somewhat further than that. She was clenching down on his cock as if she never wanted him to pull out, and that was saying something. He gritted his teeth, then gripped her hips, getting situated.

"Mmmph...well, you're going to get fucked...hard...and if you do well enough, slave...you will have the chance to serve your master like this for a few nights running. If not...if not, I'll have to try someone different."

And just like that, her demeanor changed. She went from being completely overwhelmed to being completely focused on the task at hand. She clenched down around his cock again, pulling herself back against him, her ass flattening against his crotch.

"You...you won't need anyone else, master."

"You sure about that?"

"Completely."

She slowly slid up, all the while clenching and rippling her inner walls. The pleasure was surprisingly strong, and he started to drift off just a little, focusing on the pleasure -

Clap!

And then she slammed her ass back, taking him up to the hilt without him doing a damn thing. She started riding him, rolling her hips back, taking his cock right up the ass without a pause. She panted, yes, but there was not a hint of hesitation to her.

"I will...prove myself...master..."

...I may have overdone it, he thought.

The End

Summary: Bertram goes to check on the results of the Indoctrination, and finds out that there's something interesting going on in the process. Then he has some fun.

Tags: M/F, ram, snake, hyena, series, sci-fi, isekai, dark lord, parody, anal, rimming, mind control, reprogramming, erection, we're the bad guys, fingering, domination, slavery,