Bound to the Warlord of the Stars (MasterOfWhispers and Pink Nightmare).

[MasterOfWhispers]

It was Ten at Night when Victor Conrad had finally finished making his preparations for his welcoming ceremony. The Tall and lean Dark Haired man with Green eyes had decided to get some sleep for the night. However, before he would do so he had decided to make a quick trip to the Sleeve Storage Chamber to decide upon what to "wear." for tomorrow's festivities.

It had been ten days since he and his army of clones and androids had managed take over the Kingdom of Azaaca, a quiet and quaint kingdom in the Amani archipelago. Like most conquests in this primitive planet, it was remarkably easy to do.

His method was destructive yet simple. Designed not ultimately demoralize and shatter the spirit of the Kingdom. He launched missiles and send drones to the Wizard Towers located around the Kingdom to disable any high scale magic the Kingdom has for its defenses. Have his Clone Soldiers massacre the Azaacan Army of Master Swordsmen, Archers and spear man. Torch the farms and ports of the Kingdom. He even set up a blockade to prevent any neighboring Kingdom from intervening.

Not that they could anyway. Victor like most of his kind came from a space fairing civilization with technology millions of years a head of any civilization or country of this planet. Any military threat countries int this world posed to him and his old comrades was non-existent at worst and meager at best.

Seeing the threat his Kingdom had faced, the King Azaaca had quickly surrendered to him and was quick to submit his crown to him and after refining a few details to their new relationship an upcoming ceremony was planned for tomorrow which would have the King surrender his crown and the rights of his nation over to him.

"Ada, is that new body ready for use yet." Victor said as he entered the Sleeve storage chamber. The chamber was large with several giant cylinder pods all over the room. Each of the pods contained bodies that Victor had grown and customized over the years since he and his former comrades had crash landed on this planet.

"The New body you have created is almost ready." A voice over the loud speaker said. Victor smiled as he approached a green colored pod at the corner of the room. The new body had customized and grown was something he had on his mind for a while.

It was body type he hadn't used for in ages. Having only favored it during the Third Milky Way War. It was Very broad, Muscular, with Brown hair and red eyes. It had partial cybernetic augmentations in the form of the red eyes. Which was standard for all the bodies he uses. As he had needed cybernetic eyes in order to quickly gather environmental data and read up on social cues when dealing with New peoples and cultures.

"How long?"

"Five hours." Ada responded. Victor smiled at that. A new body to try out, not to mention a new country of his own to claim. Life certainly had started to improve ever since he had left Admiral Marlow and the rest of the 52nd fleet and strike out on his own.

"What phases are left?"

"Finalizing the Cerebral control system by getting rid of any bugs in the OS as well as doing a final remote test drive of the body to make sure the make sure all motor functions are green.

"Good." Victor said. His eyes glancing at his new sleeve. "Do you think she'll like this body?"

"I have zero understanding of how Female Elves react to human beauty. But judging from this body's previous test I have run, I am sure she'll be satisfied."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to her reaction." Victor responded with a savage smile.

*********

It was noon, when the Victor's Flagship "The Iron Merman found port over at the Azaaca's capital. At the port he was greeted by the King's emissaries as well as a contingent of his own troops. All of them clad in their usual steel grey body armor and the faces obscured by the helmets and visors.

"Greetings Lord Conrad." The Emissary said with a polite smile. The Elven ambassador was dressed in a red and blue robe and sporting sandals. He was surrounded by a couple of others elves. Woman dressed in rather exotic clothing with bright colors and showing off a lot skin. Men dressed in what Victor could surmise as ceremonial armor made of gold. IT was far different from what Victor was wearing on his new body, which was his standard formal grey over coat sand round cap and the two androids that were accompanying him, both of them sporting guns and shiny new sheen on their entire body.

"Greetings to you Emissary Brand." Victor replied, shooting him a smile in return.

"Has your trip been pleasant?"

"It was very productive. I've managed to finish this new body on the way to the capital."

"A new body you say? It looks very strong. Very commanding. I'm sure the princess will be excited." Brand said with a deceptively warm tone to his voice.

Victor wasn't so easily fooled with the warm tone. The social reader installed in his cybernetic eye told him all as much. The man was obviously doing everything to contain his hatred for the Transhuman who shattered the fabric of the society he lived in.

Still the ambassador before him had decided to suppress his anger and guide him to through the city.

The city itself seemed to be recovering, mainly due to the clone trooper and androids he had stationed helping out with the rebuilding. During the final stages of the invasion, Victor had managed to sneak in several of his droids and bombed several key locations in the city. Locations that hindered its function and left the city open for his Clone troopers to entered and take the castle.

Many of the peasantry he a saw on the street seemed had already grown accustomed to their new rulers. Simply going about their business.

It took twenty minutes to reach the caste, and when they did, Victor had noticed group of people gathered around the front entrance. All of whom were dressed in the finest of silks and jewelry. All of whom were gazing at Victor apprehensively.

"One Hundred Lords?" Victor said, looking on at the group with confusion.

"They've seen and heard of what your kind had done to some of the Main Land Nations. They know that submitting to a Warlord of the Stars would ensure that they don't see the same fate as their counterparts in other lands."

"Makes my job easier then." Victor simply responded. As much as he loathed the 53rd fleet. The persistent need to bring nations under their control did make some of the military campaigns he engaged in easier.

The entourage entered the castle, walking the hallways silently, until they finally reached the door of the throne room.

"Your throne awaits." Brant said, opening the door. Victors eyes widened as he was greeted with the sight of more nobles standing the throne as well as the King standing there with his crown in hand. Victor noticed his hands were shaking.

"Welcome." The King said. Victor simply smirked and took a step forward, Ready to be received by the King.

 

[Pink Nightmares]

Before the attack Azaaca was at the peek of one of the longest prosperous periods for their civilization. The people were happy and crime wasn’t an issue. The general populace had reached a period of enlightenment; every elf was now capable of drawing energy not only from physical nutrients, but also from another realm. They used this extra energy not only for personal gain, but society as well. Seeking to protect themselves from strangers, volunteer shifts were regularly filled at the various lookout towers. There were eight in total, the tall structures strategically placed throughout the archipelago for maximum vision.

Guards on duty worked to perpetually cast one collective protective charm. Designed more with their magical foes of their current world, the flourishing kingdom couldn’t stand a single chance against eight consecutive and precise attacks. As each portion of the charm faded, the entire kingdom could sense it. Utter confusion and terror raked through the masses, families clamoring to temples and safe houses in search of protection. By the time the dust settled, hundreds of innocents were already dead. Within the next few hours, hundreds more due to smothering. Of course immediate efforts were made, but even with their magics there were too many people to find.

Within days it was common knowledge that the ruler of the most recent attack would be visiting the capitol and rumor had it that the king didn’t look particularly prepared to put up much of a fight.

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“Welcome.” Her father spoke.

It had been ten long days of sorting through rubble, looking for innocent people among the crumbled hills. Rage boiling, Ayla couldn’t bare to keep to herself for one more moment. In one bold, moronic gesture, she stepped out of the line of royalty. The young lady was a vision; draped in luxurious silks of bright red and royal blue, she stood out from other maidens with her excessive amounts of gold accents. Earrings, necklaces, bengals, even her heeled sandals glittered. Golden pearls were even braided into her silvery locks, currently done up in an intricate braid.

With her small hands clenched the princess took a single breath of air before speaking: “Have you no honor?! We have yet to even complete counting our injured yet here we stand, wasting precious time on a... a party?” Her voice was melodic through the anger, the lack of a shrill tone rather surprising.

Despite her small presence, she pressed on. “Those things shouldn’t even be within these walls!”

That button nose of hers curled slightly and her emerald eyes narrowed towards the androids. The very core of their elven magic derived from the worshipping of life and interconnectivity between one’s physical and spiritual bodies. In their eyes the droids lacked an essential component to even qualify as truly living, making their current presence a complete faux pas. Ayla knew he didn’t care, but she just couldn’t keep to herself any longer.

 

[MasterOfWhispers]

Both brave and stupid were Victor's first thoughts regarding the Elven Princess that had stepped forward. She appeared idealistic as well judging from a preliminarily scan from the social reader program. She was for lack of a better world Malleable. The only problem have to deal with is removing that idealism and replacing it with some more unclean.

The king looked at his daughter shooting her a glare, trying to silence her. He then turned to Victor, his expression pleading and fearful.
"Forgive my daughter your Grace, she knows not what she's saying."

"You're right. She doesn't." Victor responded, his expression cold and unreadable. He began walking towards the naive Elf. "Ayla Azaaca, its a pleasure to finally meet you." The strong hulking man stood over the elven maiden. His height over shadowing hers. He looked down, gazing at her defiant eyes. "She doesn't know that this ceremony is more then just a display of my power. She doesn't know what it this Kingdom will gain once this ceremony is complete.

She doesn't know that I'll restore your farms, give you food to feed the now starving populace. She doesn't know that I can have my clone medics go in and heal the sick and dying. She doesn't even realize how that all over the country, I have my men begin to repair the damage done to the villages and such work will be completed in a month that's to my superior technology."

His right hand reached to out the silver haired elf, and with a swift motion she grabbed her chin. He shot the girl a cruel smile along with motion. "She doesn't even realize that, her insolence may have cost her all that aid because a group of machines had entered these halls."

"Your grace please..."

Victor raised his right hand to silence the fearful king. His smile widened. "I am a man that can forgive though. I'm willing to overlook this transgression, provided my new wife here was to accept her new punishment." His head leaned, to the Elven girl. "What do you say princess? Will you accept punishment or are you willing to let this entire Kingdom Fall because of some foolish notion like honor?"

A deafening silence met his words as all the nobles turned to gaze Ayla, waiting with bated breath about her choice would be.

 

[Pink Nightmares]

The princess couldn’t believe how hasty her own Father was to chide her like a child and attempt to force her silence. Never had their kingdom ever buckled and the rate at which things seemed to be sinking was practically dizzying. The stranger approached and she kept her ground. The remainder of the royals at her back kept to themselves, hoping to avoid fanning the flames of the inevitable confrontation.

He opened with the flimsiest of pleasantries before launching into a speech; bragging of unfathomable technology and an ability to restore their kingdom back to it’s original state. Well, nearly original. He threatened to take it all away, sending her family into a tizzy. Ayla quietly shifted the weight of her frame to one side before crossing her decadently decorated arms at her chest.

“You barge into our kingdom from the stars. You realize that our defenses stand no chance. You choose to launch an assault that no kingdom could withstand. I find the most entertaining bit to be the finale, though. You offer to fix it all as if it would have happened had you never even set foot on our soil!”

It was at this moment that the King grew concerned for his daughter. Sure, he would let her sit in on conferences between various politicians and diplomats, but he had no idea she was actually trying to learn enough to hold a debate. The concerned tripled as the warlord from the stars kept the entirety of his aid available based upon one answer, Ayla’s answer. Could she possibly consent to such a thing? Would she? Everyone’s eyes were on the princess; her family, her father, even the nameless conqueror. The throne room was silent and the air was palpable.

While the princess maintained her hatred, she understood the value of replacing all that was lost. The child in her desired to punch him square in the jaw, regardless of how little damage it could actually afford. That side didn’t win.

“Abandoning my kingdom and my people would be much worse than any punishment I should endure.”

She hated him. That smug smirk, the way he felt entitled to just grab her, even his androids. There wasn’t a single inch of him she could keep eye contact with that didn’t make her blood boil.

“I accept.” She declared not only to him, but to her entire family. Of course she had suitors, but they were all most likely injured or deceased at this point.

 

[MasterOfWhispers]

"So princess can learn after all." The conqueror replied in mock relief. His smug smile was still plastered on to his face though. "Good, In time you will come to accept your place." He then leaned in and whispered into her ear. "As for your punishment, I think we'll deal with that right at the end of the celebration. Be sure to brace you self."

With that little seed planted into the princesses head, He turned to the soon to be former king and gave an approving nod. "The Deal is still on then."

The King nodded and got on his knees offering his crown and began to speak his oath.

"I... Roman Azaac, hereby surrender my crown and the rights to rule this country to you.."

"I Victor Conrad humbly accept the rights you've given up." Victor responded accepting the crown. One of the androids that had accompanied Victor had quickly moved to his side and taken the crown into one of its storage compartments. Victor, then moved his hand over to his jacket pocket and pulled out a small wooden box. With his thumb he opened the box, unveiling a small metal coin with a picture of a sword piercing a fist.

"From this point on, you will be my Warden. You will manage certain affairs in the kingdom in the event I am away, and you will be my lead advisor. You also enforce my will and laws."

"Yes my Lord."

With that out of the way. Victor clapped his hands and turned to the other Nobles.

"Good with that piece finally said. Let us begin the celebration, and welcome the new era of envision. One of Strength. One Will, One of evolution."

The Nobles, most of them reluctant and still unsure of what to make of their ruler. Clapped. The clapping wasn't very enthusiastic. After the applause, they dispersed and they began to the castle's Castle's main dining hall. When Victor turned to go to them. A few Lords had deemed it the right time to approach him and accompany him in hopes of winning his trust in favor...

******

Dinner was mostly a lively affair despite the tension of the incident earlier. Conrad had spent most of the time getting to know the people who ruled the minor provinces in his lands, learning about the backgrounds, even managing to jest with them.

While he was conversing he also managed to have is androids listen in on the more reclusive nobles of the gathering. People he could say, that carried hatred for their new king.

He was also eyeing up Ayla, his thoughts thinking about how to best begin to break her. In the end, in order to even learn to do that he had decided to call her to his aside to talk privately with him. He called over one of the pages to summon her.

The page in question nodded and began to deliver his mesage.

******

Meanwhile the King was sitting over with his daughter chatting quietly with some of nobles who still retain their loyalty to the king. There were only three left.

"I think we should wait a while. Learn how this usurper uses his machinery and use that machinery against him." One noble said.

"For the last time, do not talk of such things in the dining halls. Not when Lord Victor is so close by. We can lose more then resources to rebuild."

Roman eyed his own daughter with concern. "You should also watch what you say from this point on. These humans from the star are unpredictable. The reports from travelers at the main land already have Victor's comrades already taking control of the nation of Winterhaven."

Before Roman could continue on, The Page that Victor had sent arrived.
"Excuse me, Princess Ayla, Lord Victor would like you to join him at his table."

"Go." The King commanded.

 

[Pink Nightmares]

The ceremony was little more than a flimsy parlor show to please the elven royalty and everyone knew it. The shift of lineage in a kingdom was generally a week-long event with public forums and open communication among citizens. A wave of enlightenment was on the horizon and this new kingdom had no time to waste. With the crown passed and the crowd dispersing, Ayla stood before the empty throne. The piece was a true work of art. It was carved from obsidian marble and encrusted with countless rubies and sapphires; three major exports of their kingdom. The royals wore the appropriate shade of silk depending on their particular mine’s or quarry’s outputs.

She ran her fingertips along an arm rest, the smooth marble cool against her skin. The thought of him resting here nearly rolled her stomach. In an attempt to control her nausea she joined the rest of the family. Of course the three eldest were the most resistant to change and they lumped in with her father. The rest were either busy crowding around the strange human or just enjoying the familial gathering.

Victor’s claim over her seemed to deter most conversation, which left her with little more than to occupy her mind over what he could have possibly meant with his threat. The princess found an empty spot at her Father’s side on a cushioned bench. Crossing her legs shifted her silken dress. The high slit of her halter-style dress revealed more of her thigh than most royal cultures would have permitted, but their unique climate of heat and humidity allowed certain morals to shift. As if that wasn’t enough skin, the top itself was woven intricately enough to strategically reveal skin while also keeping decent.

Ayla never tried to lock eyes or even observe Victor through the entire event. Occupied with her own thoughts, she allowed the voices of her family to serve was white noise to her mind. The longer they gathered the more dramatic they became. As if on cue, a page interrupted the small group to mention a personal summons from the new ruler. There was little protest from her father, who rapidly encouraged her to stand and make haste. Her pace was leisurely at best, the length of her dress dragging in her wake. She took a deep breath as she approached the table, her hand once again running over the marble of the table top as a form of comfort. Finally, she was standing at his side. Several moments passed before her bright gaze turned from the table to him, her expression uneasy.

“You called for me?”

What else could you say to a person that could destroy an entire Kingdom’s populace and history within hours?

 

[MasterOfWhispers]

"You should learn to relax a little bit more." Victor replied in amusement. He took a large swig of wine from his metal goblet before standing up. "Walk with me." He commanded. The tone of his voice left no room for argument.

The nobles at the table were looking curiously at their new king wondering what he was up to. "By all means you can continue the celebration with out me. I'll be back in short order. I just have something to discuss with my wife here.

While it was highly unusual for the New King to away from what amounts to a coronation ceremony, the means in which he came to power was unusual in itself. Traditions would be inevitably shattered.

He stood up at that moment and beckoned Ayla to follow him.

******

"I must say you have done a splendid job in burying your hatred." Victor commented, as he traversed through the castle with the Elven maiden. It was clear sky that night, with the moon light shining over the castle.

"Its a fine quality to have, but holding that much anger can't be good for an Elf. Such hatred is what surely what led your counterparts in the Under ground to become twisted and corrupted."

He was multi tasking at that moment, part of his mind receiving reports from androids stationed at that party. Listening in on plots against him and words about having somebody from outside the nation assassinate him. There were even talks of inviting Dark elves into the Kingdom to kill him.

The fools still didn't realize that just because he wasn't at that part didn't mean he didn't have ears on the ground. After, listening in on some more conversations, he decided to have A.D.A continue the observation of Nobles and the King and focus on his new task: Breaking Ayla.

The True question was which path should he take to do it. So many scenarios played in his mind, all of them leading into one image: The girl on her knees begging to be touched and tormented.

By the time the pair reached the empty court yard he already had a devious little plan in mind. As they they fountain he continued the conversation.

"Its lovely outfit you have." Victor commented, over looking the elf girls rather risque clothing. Comparing it to the mainlands it was rather risque. "The men certainly loved it. My eyes could tell that they would love nothing more then to have their way with you."

He smiled at that moment. "The same could said for me though. Although, I am in a difficult situation. You see, while it is my right to take you and ravage you, there still that display of defiance you had earlier. Such defiance requires that I punish you. So the question is how?"

At that moment with one swift motion he grabbed the Elven Girl from the behind in an embrace, never once letting her go and making sure she doesn't move.

"Do I beat you the way most Lords in the Main Land beat their small folk. Do I throw you in the dungeons and have you reflect on your deeds? My answer is much more different. My answer is..."

His one hand reached through dress. The fabric felt delicate and smooth to his touch. Through a motion his hand reached its true destination. He felt for her lower lips.

Gently he stroked her slit and the bud that is he clit. He breathed hotly into her ear.

"Hatred is unbecoming of someone lovely as you. I'll be sure that by the end of this night you will quickly let it go. By the end of this night you will either submit or begin your path to submitting to me."

And so he began to tease, letting her body heat up from his touch. Watching her reactions, and in turn reacting accordingly.

When the time was right he began to insert a finger into her lower lips.

"You are mine, to do what I please." He whispered in to her ears. "I can give you the greatest pleasure-" His thumb rotated her clit adding an additional effect to her. "Or I can grant you the most exquisite of pain."

His other Hand moved, over to her right breast, and began to pinch and twist her nipple through the fabric.

"Always remember that." He whispered intensely.

At that moment, he stepped away his eyes gazing upon hers.
"Are we clear?"