Chapter 5: Overlord

When his member's growing size started to deform her lower belly, her begging for mercy was replaced by more basic sounds, primal ones, expressing an amount of suffering that words could not. Her tear-streaked face was swollen and almost as red as the blood flowing down his ever-growing penis. Her glistening breasts jiggled in uncontrolled spasms and when he came the Overlord was fucking a corpse instead of a girl. That didn't matter to him, no more than the 19 girls he had fucked to death before this one had.
After he finished, he flung her carcass away like a broken toy. It flopped on the pile of her dead predecessors, head first onto the destroyed cunt of one of her classmates. That made him chuckle.

An assault commander stepped forward, looking nervous.
"Master, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but you've used up twenty females just now, and while your entertainment is of course of the utmost importance, we should try to put to use as many as possible for breeding purposes..."
"SILENCE!" The Overlord's fist came down in anger. Too late he realized that a redhead girl he had grown quite fond of was sitting right beside him. The force smashed her head and upper body to a bloody pulp, the remaining lower half sending a spray of piss across the room. 'Twenty-one now, Damn it.'
"LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE. I LIKED THE WAY THAT ONE'S TITS BOUNCED. NOW LOOK AT THEM, ALL MESSED UP."

He couldn't even use her pretty head for his necklace now.

"WE HAVE ENOUGH FEMALES TO BREED ARMIES. WHO ARE YOU TO DENY ME SOME ENTERTAINMENT?!"

The commander stared at the twitching pair of legs next to to his master and knew better than to object again. He did have a point though. The Overlord had them deliver an entire class from a school for girls for his amusement. He had messed with their survival instincts for a bit, having them do all sorts of degrading shit for the faint hope to survive the day. In the end, he had just taken them, one after the other, and fucked them with the middle one of his three penisses, which happened to be the largest. Their bodies didn't react well to size and force of the impact – pussies were torn, and the sound of shattering pelvic bones was only surpassed by the pitch of their screams.
Each one had perished in a matter of minutes. Now twenty of these puny human females had died to make him cum only once. They really were a fragile species. A short fuck, but fun nonetheless.
Twenty were dead, two still alive. He considered using them as well, but two surely wouldn't last long enough to be any fun. Besides, after watching all of their classmates get raped to death one after another, they appeared mentally broken anyway. The brunette had puked a few times and pissed herself while witnessing the overlord destroy what had apparently been her best friend. When he ripped said friend's head off with the twist of two fingers and added it to the necklace of human heads he wore around his neck, she had just collapsed. Now she lay there, unconscious, a light trickle of urine dying away between her legs.

The blonde one with pigtails held up much better. In fact, the overlord had never met a girl who, after witnessing what this one had just witnessed, still showed this much self-restraint.
It was kind of cute how she still tried to cover herself with her arms, every now and then failing to keep one of her puffy pink nipples in check. Her blue eyes met his gaze, showing only the smallest hint of fear. 'This one isn't like the rest', he realized.

"WHAT ARE YOUR NAMES?", thundered the Overlord.

Instead of answering, the blonde just stared at her unconscious classmate, as if wondering whether she should answer for them both. Perhaps she was simply surprised that he spoke their language. Finally, she stammered a reply. "Shirley. I'm Shirley." She didn't sound as confident as she looked. He turned his gaze toward the brunette. Shirley took a heart, this time speaking clearly and much more calmly: "Her name's Rebecca". Then: "You gonna kill us?"

"MAYBE. MAYBE NOT. MOVE YOUR ARMS, SHIRLEY".

Submissively she put her arms aside – not appearing embarrassed, but presenting her naked form like badge of honor. Her breasts were small, but perky – still developing – her pubic hair shaped like a perfect triangle pointing down to her labia majora, which did a perfect job of storing away her pussy. Her flat stomach slowly and steadily with her breathing.

"HOW OLD ARE YOU?"

"I'm sixteen, and Rebecca is seventeen. I think. We don't speak much."

"SHE OBVIOUSLY DOESN'T", jested the Overlord. Shirley didn't smile. 'Not in the mood for jokes I guess. Still, this girl's interesting enough.'
"TELL ME, SHIRLEY. DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?"

Her answer didn't sound like a panicking schoolgirl, but cool, confident and diplomatic:
"What kind of question is that? Of course I want to live."

"THEN YOU'RE IN LUCK, LITTLE SHIRLEY. I LIKE YOU. AND AS IT HAPPENS I HAVE AN OPENING FOR A NEW PERSONAL SLAVE."

He nodded towards the puddle of blood next to him that had been a redhead a few moments ago. What had her name been? Martha? She had wanted to become a doctor, he remembered her telling him once.

"If she was your personal slave I don't see how being it myself is supposed to save me."

The Overlord chuckled again. It was as if she was begging him to kill her, when all before her had begged for life.

"THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT." SHE was forcing HIM to make excuses. 'I think I really like this one'.

"THE ONLY ONES WE ALLOW TO LIVE ARE OUR OWN. SO IF YOU WANT TO LIVE, YOU HAVE TO BECOME ONE OF US."

"And how would I do that?"

"FIRST OF ALL, YOU SWEAR FEALTY TO ME."

"Just like that?"

"JUST LIKE THAT."

"I don't see how I have much of a choice. Alright, I hereby swear fealty to you."

"GOOD CHILD. IT WILL HOWEVER BE NECESSARY THAT YOU PROVE YOUR LOYALTY, YOUR ABILITY AND YOUR COMMITMENT TO YOUR NEW MASTER."

The Overlord pondered for a moment. It had to be mean, and something personal. Oh, and fun to watch, most of all fun to watch. When it came to him, he raised a giant finger and pointed towards Shirley's classmate Rebecca, who was still unconscious. There was a tense silence in the air for a few moments, until his voice shattered:

"BRING ME HER WOMB."

Shirley looked as though he had just slapped her in the face. Well, not literally, because then she'd be a red stain on the wall. It didn't take her long to regain her countenance.

"Her... Her Womb?"

"YES. AND OVARIES, IF YOU PLEASE. TAKING YOUR FOE'S SEX ORGANS IS THE ULTIMATE SIGN OF THEIR DEFEAT, AND OF YOUR HONOR AND VICTORY."

You did not only end your enemy, but also symbolically all who would have followed them. It was an antiquated tradition in their culture, but it would serve as a rite of passage. And it would be interesting to watch her react. Shirley stared at him for a long while, her blue eyes wide open, giving not the slightest hint of what went through her head. Rebecca was lying next to her like a marionette with cut strings, oblivious of how her very life was a mere tool for their negotiations.
The overlord enjoyed every second of Shirley's decision process. 'She is weighing her options. Losing her life, or losing her humanity. Maybe she think's I'm playing with her'. He took a sharp, horned spike she could use as a knife and tossed it at her feet.

Shirley looked down at it, the cogs in her head spinning visibly. When she ducked to pick it up, he knew he had her. Weapon in hand, the girl with the blond pigtails turned toward her guileless classmate, her small breasts going up and down in slow, controlled motions of breathing.

And then... nothing happened. Shirley just stood there, unmoving. The Overlord decided to give her some start-up aid:
"IF YOU DON'T KILL HER, I'LL RAPE HER TO DEATH, EAT HER FLESH AND ADD HER HEAD TO THIS LITTLE COLLECTION OF MINE."
He pointed at his necklace. It was tradition for Overlords to add your foes' heads to a necklace, although his chain technically only contained the heads of fourty-something helpless females he had destroyed over the past few days and only one actual soldier.
"THEN I'LL DO THE SAME TO YOU FOR DISOBEYING ME. THOUGH PROBABLY NOT IN THE SAME ORDER."

He hoped to see fear as a reaction, but what he found was much better: A sly smile. There was a light shimmer between her legs. Her pussy was wet! He had been wrong about her: This one wasn't holding up so well because she'd had found some ominous way to keep her sanity.
No, she hadn't kept her sanity at all – she had never arrived here with it to begin with. She was a sociopath, maybe psychopath even, hidden away in the body of a 16-year-old girl. She took the knife and slowly walked over towards still unconscious Rebecca, when the assault commander reappeared: "My Lord, there has been an incident!"

"WHAT IS IT NOW?!" The Overlord looked for someone to break, but found none in his reach.

"It appears that two of our guards took four women from incubator 41". Shirley was kneeling over Rebecca, the knife hovering over her abdomen, pondering what to do next. "Apparently for their personal pleasure. The guards are dead – shot – but we only found one human corpse."

The blade went down, right above brunette pubic hair, and was welcomed by a spray of red. That brought Rebecca back to life, who immediately started pounding away at Shirley's face. It was fun to watch.

"SO WE HAVE THREE FEMALES ON THE LOOSE", said the Overlord.

"Shall we send troops to hunt them down?"

He considered that for a moment, all the while watching the spectacle before him.
Rebecca's screams sounded guttural now, her resistance ebbing away. Shirley clearly hadn't been paying attention in biology and was randomly poking through guts in search for her classmate's womb.

"NO. THEY'RE JUST FEMALES. WITH ALL THOSE PHEROMONES, THE HIVE WILL TAKE CARE OF THEM ON ITS OWN. THEY ARE BOUND TO TURN UP SOMEWHERE, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER"

"As you command, my lord."

Some bloody business later, Shirley held Rebecca's womanhood in hand, ovaries dangling from her thumb and the back of her hand like cute little bells.

"WELL DONE, SHIRLEY. ONLY ONE THING."

Shirley looked up at him, painted all red, parts of her classmate still sticking to her forehead and chest. She also had a swelling around one eye, from Rebecca's luckiest hit.

"JUST A WORD OF ADVICE", he continued, "YOU DID AS YOU WERE TOLD, AND I WILL KEEP WORD. BUT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASIER" – he pointed at Rebecca, who was lying in a puddle of her own blood and intestines, still jerking around in uncontrolled spasms – "IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASIER IF YOU HAD JUST KILLED HER FIRST."

Then the Overlord couldn't hold back his laughter any longer.