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A Bride to Be –
Akane was being held up by the succubus sisters Lilith and Morrigan as they climb the stairs of their tower. She wonders if she could ever walk straight anymore. From the stories she had heard from some of the other girls back in the other world that their boyfriends were lucky to last five minutes before shooting their load and they're lucky to cum themselves. Ranma like always proved the standard wrong as he made her cum dozens of times before shooting his load into her. Then he pulled her off his still hard member and left to see the elf.
"How can he be so… aren't men suppose to only last a minute before shooting their load?" Akane ask.
"In most cases yes, but Ranma is the rare one who outlast the woman instead," Morrigan said.
"His cum is so thick and musky, so full of life energy," Lilith said remembering the taste of his love juice, which she and her sister lick off of Akane. "I can't wait to drink straight from the tap."
"I need to work on being a sex demon more," Akane mutters to herself.
"Well there are a few times that we sex demons get more then we can take," Morrigan said. "But that only happens if there's more people then we can handle or in your case when the one we're feeding on has more you can take. He does cum in quarts enough to fill you in no time."
"And as long as he's near the castle orb he's recharged each time he does to full health. And more importantly he's able to go right back to making us see stars," Lilith said.
They finally reach the top of the tower and entered the main room of the tower. Inside the other succubus's were having their way with their two toys. Mercy the former nun was now on her knees. Her arms were still tied behind her back and pulled tightly upward forcing her chest down. Her moaning face was now buried deep in a crotch as the woman sat on the floor and held the blonde's head in place with a controlling crop of sweat stained hair. The three could hear the pathetic lapping of the blonde's tongue as the thief was forced to please the sighing, panting sex demon.
Mercy's rear slowly swayed and shimmied as another demon forcefully, but slowly, rocked a studded, dripping dildo deep into her. The nun's vagina was also severely plugged. Another demon girl, who was laying under the thief, pushed her hips up and down as she too slowly impaled the nun with her tool that she had grown out of her body. Two other ladies were equally indulging themselves with Mercy's large breasts. Each woman had a breast and they were suckling the huge tits as though they were trying to drain the nun's life's milk. Which they were as the sex demons decided to use their magic to make the cow into a cow. A Druid was in the room as her magic was used to restore Mercy when her body was at its limit, as her human body could only take so much before breaking. She was also for when one of the girls needed a pick me up and took a drink of her milk.
Suddenly, Mercy began to struggle. Her body jerked and thrust and her moaning turned to quick pants of desperation. All five women hunkered down and grabbed onto the nun, knowing what was to come. Screaming, wailing, thrashing her pinned head and gyrating her severally plunged hips, the thief tensed and seized as the women continued her implement. Like a pride of lions bringing down a wild beast, the women held on and forced themselves more violently on the now feverishly struggling nun. Then, with an explosion of female energy, Mercy convulsed and screamed as yet another humiliating climax punched her down. Her body swayed, listed, then collapsed and the five sadistically laughing women piled on top of her to feast once more.
The former succubus queen was also being piled on but with many more then Mercy is because her body can take more punishment then the human could. She was stuff to her limit as more then one of the sex demons didn't want to wait and just shove their love tool into the already stuffed hole. They were all in a position where they all could pound away on their former queen, bouncing her body between them. Akane couldn't see the queen as she was always covered by her former minions, fighting each other for one of her holes once their sister was through with it.
"I need a drink," Akane said as she break away from the sisters and walked up to the Druid who was laying on the single bed of the room, taking a nap. With the juices that covered her groin and her lips she had enjoyed her time with the sex demons. Climbing onto the bed, Akane lay down next to her and took hold one of her massive breast and started nursing. Her suckling awoke the sleeping Druid who moaned in pleasure as she felt herself being milked. Akane was still uneasy about nursing but once the milk started filling her stomach all of those thoughts quickly faded away. There was something so soothing about sucking on that big nub of flesh while the Druid's heart thudded away in her ear.
"What should we do now?" Lilith ask Morrigan.
"Want to give the bitch queen another round?" Morrigan ask growing a large member.
"Thought you never ask," Lilith said as she grew an equal size one like her sister and they joined the pile on top of their former queen.
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In the Kitchen
Ranma walked into the kitchen to find the elf woman sitting at one of the tables eating a thick stew and a side of roast meat. Kasumi was with her along with Rose, the room was quite empty but for a few Hyakushous cleaning the dinning room. Others were preparing meals for the next group of Ranko's. With all the kitchen tools that they took from the Halflings they needed to expand the kitchen to fit it all. Which is helpful as even if the Ranko's didn't needed to eat they still like to eat every once in awhile.
Looking at the elf, Ranma notice her stunning beauty that seems to be a on going thing in this world. She wasn't what he was expecting in meeting an elf as he thought that they were all blonds as the mangas and animes showed back home. But he did have to admit her black hair is lovely and her figure is a sight to behold. Her body is thin but very busty making her curves look bigger on her small frame. He would saw her burst size was somewhere in the large d-cup range as he have gotten to be a good judge of breast size with so many women with didn't size breast around.
Yersia was taking a bit from the leg of lamb when she saw a naked from the waist up man, wearing only a kilt. She was taken by his body, his body is very muscular while not being too big but slender. Each one of his muscles were shown out without him even having the need to stretch or pose, his chest, thorax, shoulders, arms and even legs were very developed without making him look out of proportion. Looking up at his face left her breathless as it was handsome and beautiful at the same time. She could already feel her cheeks reddening as she stares at him.
'Some things will never change,' Kasumi thought to herself as she saw the look, Yersia is giving Ranma. But she already knows first hand that Ranma is more then looks, she have been having sex with Ranma every chance that she gets. And ever since her body changed to that of a Druid without the antlers, she's been feeding Ranma her milk while she bounce herself on his lap enjoying his large member going deep inside of her.
Yersia had heard much about the new overlord as the loggers had stop at one of the villages under his rule. She had expected the usual with a overlord ruling the lands. Most people lived in a very small world that extended no father than their lord's lands. The people who lived under the rule of an overlord were all mostly sheep, living in fear and too dumb to think for themselves. They mostly worked the land, producing the food that everyone needed. They were little more then slaves, they have to give a portion of their crops and produce to the lord of the land. With most of the lands often at war with each other, there were constant power struggles between barons, lords, bishops, and kings.
But in the village she saw something that she didn't expect. The streets of the village were clean, even in her city most of the streets were dirty with the remains of dead animals, pools of waste of both animal and humans littering the streets. The peasants cottages were no more than shacks. Dark, damp, and dirty, they were built of the cheapest materials available and often lasted less than a lifetime. Only the rich parts of the city were clean as they have sewers that allowed waste to flow out of the city without just laying in the streets to rot or wash away with the rain. No this village was cleaner then she would have ever expected. The people are cleaner and dress better than the people of their class usual are, their clothes look as they're all made out of silk which she knows even her family it isn't cheap. Silk worms are hard to come by and since they're so small only a few silk garments could be made at any given time. And only then only the nobles and the rich could afford to buy them.
She asked around and was shock to learn that the overlord had given them their new clothes. Not only that he had his minions who are oddly all women, rebuild their villages and cleaned it up by haven't drainage systems or sewers in larger village built. The minions also build aqueducts so that the villagers have a clean supply of water. They also given fresh supply of food ship to them by the overlord if their village was still recovering from the former reign of the Halfling lord and the former Sir Black who had ruined the lives of all who lived under their rule. Most of the people say that while they are living under the rule of an overlord, at least they could sleep well at night without worrying about bandits or wild beasts and have food on the table.
She had also overheard from the young women of how handsome the new overlord is and many rumors were going around on how he's a stud, not to mention his large love tool. They had talked to the guardwomen and learned of that fact first hand. They weren't shy about telling other women about their lord is a sex fiend, making them cum so hard that they often pass out or cum so much that they can't even stand up. He also has enough energy to have sex with groups of women at a time and be able to pleasure all of them. This has caused the young women to start to ask if they could work at the castle. Not only because they would live better, sleeping on real beds rather then a pallet of damp straw or sharing them with lice or fleas, they would also get to eat better then they would if they stayed in their village. They would like many female servants would be expected to please their lord with their bodies, but seeing what the overlord looked like compared to how most of the men looked like, it wouldn't be that bad.
"Overlord Ranma?" Yersia ask finding her voice.
"I am," Ranma answers. "And what is your name?"
"My name is Yersia van Clarva a forest elf my lord," she answers.
"I heard that my girls found you wandering around one of the logging camps," Ranma said. "Mind telling me why?"
"Well my lord it happen like this," Yersia said as she explains herself to the hunk of a man standing before her.
"You came all this way to live with the elves of Evernight Forest?" Ranma ask her.
"Yes my lord, I can not go back home with everyone thinking that, I'm a killer," Yersia said. "When, I learned that there are elves in this land, I hoped to go and lived with them."
"That would be dangerous," Rose said as she and Norma entered the room overhearing everything.
"Why's that?" Kasumi ask.
"From what, I heard no one has gone into the forest and came back alive," Rose said.
"Underbelly had sent his men into the forest before. Something about wanting to trade with his old friend for the fine elf ale and food. All but one of them returned from that trip. He screamed about Bloody Unicorns, Forest Trolls, Ghost Elves, and The Nightmare Skull Creatures. He also said about how the forest was covered by the bodies of elves and dwarfs."
"You mean they're all dead," Yersia ask. "I know that dwarves and elves don't get along but to kill off a entire race?"
"Sadly yes," Velvet said having spent enough time with Kodachi and her girls knows better now to not spoil things. "The dwarves of the Golden Hills are being lead by their hero, Goldo Golderson who has let his desire for wealth take over all other aspects of his life. His greed goes as far as to retrieve the expensive wedding gift he gave to Sir William after his wedding was called off. You know the self heating bed, I had your girls bring back," Velvet said smiling at Ranma, she like Norma still having slept with Ranma yet. "He had his men invade Evernight just so that he could force the elves to mine more gold for him."
"It seems that all the heroes are nothing but villains here," Ranma said.
"Then that means, I have nowhere to go," Yersia said as this was her only hope.
"Evernight is near Mellow Hills right?" Ranma ask.
"Yes it is," Norma answers.
"We go to the forest and find out what's happening there," Ranma said as some of the farmers of Spree are complaining to him about how strange roots are spreading out of the forest and into their farmlands.
"Really?" Yersia ask.
"Once it stops raining," Ranma said as the weather outside had turned dark and rain began to fall.
"You're just going to have to stay here till things in Evernight are handle," Kasumi said.
"I don't know how to thank you," Yersia said.
"I can think of something," Kasumi smiled sweetly as she stares at Yersia's lust body.
A Writer Ranko came into the room carrying a sealed letter. She gave the letter to Ranma. After he open it and read it he quickly left the room. Leaving the others wondering what's going on.
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Elsewhere -
The storm broke on the little convoy like the wrath of nature. Sodden wagon drivers crouched morosely under sackcloth capes, flogging the horses who struggled up to their speed in claying mud. The heavy carts swayed drunkenly as wheels slipped in the quagmire. Lightning cracked thunder bruised the slate-grey sky. The scar-faced sergeant-at-arms leading the convoy turned his horse and trotted back, chain mail jingling, to the largest wagon, a lumbering affair with a coat of arms emblazoned on the drenched canvas.
"Madam? Lady Flavia?" the man ask.
An imperious voice issued from within. "I'm engaged, Mahler. State your business and go away."
"My apologies, madam. I wished to inform you that the storm is slowing our progress - we won't reach the castle by nightfall," he explains.
"Are there villages nearby?" she ask.
"Yes, milady we're near Truno," Mahler answers.
"Then evict some peasants and find me somewhere to pass the night. No barns. No lice or fleas. Pull the hovels down and build me something habitable if necessary. Attend to it," she ordered.
Mahler trotted back to the head of the column, a scowl darkening his leathery face. Escorting Lady Flavia to her wedding was an honor, he supposed, but her curt commands made him bridle inside. Damn girl! Barely eighteen and already as haughty as an Empress. But her father is a very rich and powerful noble. Having heard about the new Overlord after the fall of Heaven's Peak he had at once sent his daughter to be delivered to him as his bride. He would gain more power in the ranks of the nobles of the city of Fay, as his daughter becomes the wife of a powerful overlord.
Inside the wagon, Flavia reclined in her hammock, her elfin face propped up with one ring-bedecked hand, the other languidly playing with the pearl necklace encircling her slender throat. The two dusky gypsy girls sat by her both wore short chemises, their buoyant breasts lifting the hems to the very tops of their tanned, toned thighs.
"Get on with it, Bettina. I shall be married by sundown tomorrow, and I must learn before then all that may pass between man and wife," she ordered.
The shapely amber haired servant gazed fearfully at the large dick throbbing an inch away from her pretty face.
"Please, milady...I don't want to…," she protested.
"I command it! Do as I say! Now!" she barked.
Sherif lay back on the floor of the wagon, grinning at the thought of what was to come. The hulking Ruborian had been brought back from the desert by Flavia's father, he spoke only Ruborian and so Flavia was assured of his discretion. As for Bettina, she would do exactly what she was told if she didn't want to be thrown out of Flavia's retinue. A tear trickled down Bettina's freckled face as she slowly bent her head to the horrid task. The retinue's cock was curved like a scimitar and looked every inch as dangerous. And what a lot of inches there were, Flavia thought idly; were all men as generously endowed, she wondered? She surreptitiously squeezed her thighs together at the thought and a delicious thrill stole over her body.
Closing her eyes, Bettina opened her mouth and braced herself; a strand of soft auburn hair fell forward from her forehead to tickle Sherif's swollen shaft, which twitched like a waking animal. Bored of waiting, the Ruborian grabbed the back of Bettina's head and hauled her down, impaling her face with a bestial growl. Flavia's eyes gleamed as she saw the shock on the serving girl's face, heard her moan through a mouthful of meat. Held fast on her hands and knees by the Ruborian's shovel-like hands, Bettina's bare feet drummed a despairing tattoo on the wagon floor as her tear-streaked face was hauled up and down the glistening shaft.
Flavia was enjoying her lesson, watching Sherif pound the sobbing servant from behind was infinitely more interesting than the interminable lectures on deportment and etiquette she'd endured in her father's castle. Sherif's tireless thrusts reminded her of a day one year ago when, bored witless by her teacher Reinhard's endless droning, she had glanced out of the schoolroom window and seen a stallion covering a mare in the courtyard below, its coat glossy with sweat as it feverishly worked its hindquarters. Now it was Bettina's turn to suffer the attentions of a rampant animal.
"P-please, milady...t-tell him to stop…," Bettina pleaded.
Flavia smiled sweetly from her hammock. "I do not speak his language, Bettina. I fear we must wait for the act to run its natural course."
Her other two servants Katya and Kirsten watched as well. Both of them knew that it could have been them instead of Bettina. Both of them hated their mistress along with the rest of her female staff. She hasn't touched a man saving herself for her husband, but that didn't stop her from finding pleasure in forcing her female servants having sex with her. She has broken them into her personal sex slaves which she used anyway she wanted. Which is why she had brought all twenty of them along, all of them from poor families with little hope of anything better. Flavia had made sure that all of them were of her taste each lovely to behold and well built in body, none of her servants have a smaller bust size then a E-cup. She herself spotted a massive H-cups that could fit her entire head inside of either one. She loved how full and perky her breast are as none of the other women were up to her size. And all of them had to do as she wants or they just go back to living in the streets of the city.
Bettina's heart-rending wail brought a flush of excitement to Flavia's lovely young face. She imagined her forthcoming wedding night, imagined her new husband throwing her on to a bed and taking his pleasure of her as brutally as Sherif was plundering the wriggling wench in front of her right now. She squeezed her thighs together, eyes sparkling at the thought, wondering for the thousandth time what her intended looked like. She had never met the Overlord but he was renowned as a mighty warrior. Hopefully with a mighty weapon, she thought lewdly, gazing at Sherif's colossal cock as it ploughed in and out of Bettina's punished pussy. The Overlord's fearsome reputation and power he's gaining, made her father to make a proposal to him of marriage. So he sent his daughter, Flavia to him, along with a wagon train of goods as the dowry. Ten of the twenty wagons are full of goods from gold, jewels, silks, military goods, barrels of wine, jars of fine jams, furs and his daughter's body to buy the Overlord's agreement to marry her. With the new Overlord part of the family, he be able to extract more produce than his rivals. With the commoners that are under his future son in law rule, he be able to bleed them white from money to their crops. His rivals have to make do with the lands that they own and the people who work them.
And Flavia's initial anger at being treated like a chattel had faded with the realization that marriage would provide an escape route from the stultifying confines of her childhood home, freedom and independence lay tantalizingly before her as did the pleasures of the flesh. She imagined herself in Bettina's place, skewered by a sadistic stallion of a man, and a hot flush of excitement deliciously spiced with fear scorched her young lust body. She like many have heard about the new Overlord's endless lust, taking many women to his bed at once. His entire force is made up of nothing but women, enslaved to his lust, doing whatever he says all for a chance to serve under him. She could already picture herself by his side ruling the land as she saw fit. Not to mention she'll be able to have all those women do as she wants.
The wagons rolled to a halt in the little hamlet as dusk's shadows lengthened. The rain showed no signs of easing, pelting down from the brooding sky to churn the rough crossroads around which the hovels huddled into a sea of liquid mud. Mahler dropped from his horse and splashed over to the biggest building, a half-timbered tavern with a veritable waterfall cascading from the eaves.
"Open up! Open up in the name of Lady Flavia!" he shouted.
Flavia wrinkled her nose at the unprepossessing aroma of her lodgings. "Is this the best you could do, Mahler?"
"Regrettably so, milady. It is the largest and cleanest building in the village, and the only one to boast a bed as opposed to a pallet of damp straw," he answers.
Flavia sniffed and beckoned Bettina, Katya and Kirsten, with an imperious wave of her gloved hand. "Prepare my chamber, Bettina. If I can still smell horses by the time I retire, I shall be obliged to take a riding crop to your backside."
The servant's eyes were puffy from weeping and her face was still ashen with shock. but she curtseyed obediently and scurried to do her mistress's bidding. Katya and Kirsten gritted their teeth, following suit. Flavia turned to Mahler.
"Bring me cold meat and wine from the provisions wagon; I am not inclined to try the local cuisine," she ordered, not paying no attention to the inn keeper a thin man who is eyeing her with hungry eyes. She didn't even paid attention to the moans coming from the basement.
Mahler bowed and stamped back outside into the teeth of the storm, inwardly cursing the imperious teenager. Well, the journey was almost over; they would be at the Overlord's castle by midday tomorrow and then he'd be rid of the little minx. She'd be the Baron's property soon enough and Flavia's husband-to-be, from all that Mahler had heard of him, didn't sound like the sort of man to put up with milady's sulks and tantrums. Mahler grinned at the thought of the little bitch being tamed, yes that would be quite a sight. Flavia was a succulent little piece, there was no denying it, and Mahler would happily give a month's pay to see the Overlord drilling some obedience into his curvy little bride...
Bettina unlaced Flavia's bodice with practiced fingers, shuddering as she remembered Sherif's infinitely less gentle ministrations back in the wagon when he had roughly ripped open her dress and slobbered over her quivering melon size E-cup bosom. Katya and Kirsten were busy as they tried to clean the room to their lady's wants. Flavia's breasts bounced free; they were big and firm, almost too big for the lithe little blonde's petite frame and a delicious counterpoint to her delicately girlish, innocent-looking face. Bettina peeled the silken gown and under-tunic down over Flavia's hard stomach and shapely legs, then straightened to unpin her mistress's long blonde hair from its complex arrangement of coiled plaits. The heat of the blazing fire caressed Flavia's flawless creamy skin and she sighed with contentment as Bettina removed the last pin and her soft flaxen hair settled in a cloud around her slim shoulders and tumbled down her finely muscled back.. She placed her hands in the sleeves of a long white chemise and stretched her arms lazily above her head, her melon-sized mounds rising, while Bettina tugged the embroidered hem over Flavia's beautiful body and down to her dainty ankles. Yawning, she slipped into bed and beckoned Bettina to kneel beside her.
"Place your hand beneath the sheets, Bettina. No, higher. Yes, that's it…," Flavia sighed.
Bettina blushed as her index finger brushed Flavia's slippery clit. The blonde reached down, gripped Bettina's wrist and moved the serving girl's hand in a slow, circular motion.
"Like that... yes... keep doing that... and tell me about Sherif…," Flavia said.
"M-milady?" she ask.
"Was he... big?" Flavia ask.
"He was h-huge, milady," Bettina said.
"Huge, yes, like a big... black... stallion... no, don't stop…," Flavia moaned.
Flavia arched her back as pleasure washed over her firm young body. "I saw him - pounding you, using you, taking you!"
Bettina's lips trembled at the memory. "Milady, please…"
"You were on your hands and knees, like a helpless animal, oh God, yes, like that…," Flavia tore her chemise open, running a hand feverishly over her perspiration slick breasts.
"Suck them! Lick them!" she ordered as she waves Katya and Kirsten over.
Bettina blinked away tears of shame as she bent her head to roll, Flavia's big pink nipple around her mouth. Katya and Kirsten joined on in, Katya taking the other free nipple into her mouth, while Kirsten went between their lady's legs, licking her honey pot. The sensation of mouths and fingers brought Flavia over the edge and she thrashed like an animal in a trap with the force of her climax.
"Yeeesss! Oh God, uh, uh, aaaaaahhh!" she screamed out.
Flavia was brought out of her lust by bloody screams coming from outside. Pushing her servants out of her way she made her way to the window. Looking outside she saw bandits butchering her wagon party. The guards were taken by surprise as arrows flew through the night air finding a target.
"Lady Flavia Copper," a man dress in black said as he enters her room armed with a sword.
"What do you want?" Flavia shouted. "When my father finds out about this…"
She was cut off by the bandit. "He's dead."
"He's what?" Flavia ask.
"He made too many enemies and was shortly killed after you left the city. My group is here to make sure that there's no loose ends," the bandit said as he draws closer to her.
The screams outside grew higher as the bandits joined the screams of the dying. The bandit darted to the window and gasped in shock as zombies came out of the hovels. The zombies were clearly dead as they were gray and their eyes all white. They pulled the guards and bandits alike to the ground ripping them apart with their dead hands and teeth. Giant worms the size of anacondas burst out of the group dragging any poor soul into the wet ground. The bandit body fell out of the window as the inn keeper shot the back of his head with a crossbow bolt.
"We must get out of here," Flavia shouted as she ran for the door. As she was slipping out of the door the inn keeper slammed the butt of his crossbow into the back of her head.
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In the large basement of the Inn -
Willy the Wanker smiled as he watched the ghouls dragged the new meat into their new home. All of the men were now dead, that left only the women of the wagon train to deal with. He was the village loser, he desires women and is often seen wanking outside the bathing houses and the bathing spots at the lake and rivers. He was in league with sir William to spy on the activities around, and for pretty women, in return he gets to enjoy some of the former paladin's concubines. He's also in league with the ghoul king Herman.
Lord Herman of Spree was now a ghoul king created by the succubus queen who charmed the lord into her bed when he left to kill the Halflings slavers, he left his men to die once he became a ghoul. Now he acts out his desires upon the women of the living, using his rotten body to sate any desire that remains in his corpse. He was the cause of the old Overlord's demise when he ordered the adventurers to take out the Overlord, who had let him live to pay taxes, and instead got what he deserved for betraying the Overlord when one of Sir William's succubusses took him, at the paladin's orders, and turned him into a ghoul king. The Halflings were also selling him the pretty women for his sex parties. His small gang of perverted ghouls and giant worms that were born from eating rotten flesh of killed zombies, terrorize the neighboring village of Truno, located at the edge of the marshes between Heaven's Peak and Spree where the border between Lord Spree' lands and King Alcatraz's lands are located, Truno which is under Alcatraz's rule. They eat the flesh of the living and rape the bodies of the beautiful women.
Lord Herman a large fat man laughed as he saw the new group of women numbering 24, that would now be his new sex slaves. He was much the same as he was while he was alive but with gray dead flesh. The basement was filled with the young women of the village, who were the only ones that were allowed to live. The rest of the villagers were eaten by the ghouls or the giant worms. The only sources of new women were the travelers who stop at the village and those that are caught in the surrounding countryside. The cries of the women trapped in the room filled the air, there are 50 women in the basement. They were housed in cages, allowing them to rest and recover from servicing the lust of the ghouls all around them. But his true prize was the woman in her own cage.
Sister Hannah of Spree, a nun of the way of the Silent Order, she believes in the good of her god and offers her aid to everybody who are in need, be it food, sleep, water or gold, from her small church. She is a beautiful woman, dark brown hair cut in a bowl hair cut, pure blue eyes shining with a good heart, a curvy body showing no sign of physical strength, a large pair of G cups on her six feet and eight inches tall frame, her lips are full and kissable but she is a virgin. She had been kidnapped by the ghoul king when he sent one of his ghouls to take her to him, Willy the Wanker was the one to tell him about the buxom nun.
Hannah is his prize keeping her for himself while his ghouls use the other women, she was his alone. He enjoys watching as groups of women have their way with her. The more the forced themselves upon her the less time they would have to pleasure the ghouls. Hannah moaned as two mouths are licking, nibbling and suckling on her large jugs while another pressed her snatch against her face, while another pressed her face between her thigh licking it with a savage need. Hannah knows that this is better, to find pleasure with other women then the cold dead flesh of the ghouls. While they pleasure get other the ghouls wouldn't rape them, just watch the show.
"This is a good hurl," Lord Herman said to Willy as he looks over the new women in the cage before him. The cage held all of the 20 female servants of Flavia, another is the cook of the wagon train with her daughter, the last is a female bandit that was taken. All of them lovely to behold and have ample figures.
"Yes a young noble girl and her female staff. Well former noble as Lady Flavia's father has been killed by his rivals," Willy said.
"Ah yes, I think, I know her father. I always figure that he be killed one of these days. I'm so glad that, I don't have to deal with those viper nest in the cities," Lord Herman said.
"What are you going to do with us?" Flavia ask still in shock discovering that she's no longer a noble.
"What else break you in," Willy smiled. "I hope you girls last long. It's been hard to get new meat in with how things are going on around here."
A head of a ghoul bouncing down the stair case caught everyone's attention. Lord Herman waved for some of the ghouls to find out what's happening. Fireballs struck the group reducing them to burnt husk in seconds. A group of women dress in armor came running down the stairs, armed to the teeth. The ghouls pulled themselves from the sex slaves only to be cut down by the women warriors. They weren't use to fighting warriors like them as the mere sight of the undead would send all of the other warriors in a panic, that would leave them easy pickings.
"Where are the others?" Lord Herman shouted seeing his ghouls being cut into pieces.
"They have all been taken care of already," Terra said stepping down the stairs, she wiped the worm guts off of her sword.
"And the worms are all fried to a crisp," Ranma said dress in his armor and carrying his battle axe. (1)
"It's the Overlord," Willy shouted in fear, having seen him in the surrounding villages when he needed to buy supplies.
"The new Overlord," Lord Herman repeated.
"Yes, I am," Ranma said as his eyes narrowed seeing the state that women are in. "And you're going to stay dead for what you have done."
Ranma charged at Lord Herman who lifted his arms in an effort to shield himself from the attack. He fell to the floor nothing but a head on a torso that's cut in half. Willy tried to run back was grabbed by his arm and was thrown into one of the empty cages. The slave women all huddled together staring at the warrior women and at the man who is the new Overlord of the land.
"You're the Overlord?" Flavia ask staring at awe at the handsome man in front of her.
"Yes, I am. Ranko's free all of the women," Ranma shouted out.
The Samurais and Mages nod as they did the task. The freed the women from their cages, others were busy looking through the crates and bags that littered the room. Most of the stuff was food to keep the women fed, they did found a chest of jewels and several more that are filled with coins. The Mages using their healing magic, restored the women to full health. Ranma soon found himself surrounded by the young women that had survive the lust of Lord Herman.
"Who's the leader here?" Terra ask causing many of the women to look at the two oldest among them.
"That would be me, my name is Cally my lord," an older but still beautiful woman said. She was brown haired, in her thirties, with a pair of truly large breasts, at least an e-cup. She stood next to another woman a bit younger and has an even bigger pair on her. "I was the wife of the mayor of Truno before Lord Herman took over and killed everyone but us."
"I'm a priestess who was brought to here for Lord Herman's sick pleasure. He has done horrible things to us and must pay for them," Hannah adds.
"Get it over with already," Lord Herman said still alive so to speak laying on the floor.
"Death is too good for you," Ranma said as he picks him up and throws him into a wooden chest.
"What are you doing?" Lord Herman shouted.
"Making sure you stay alive as long as possible," Ranma said closing the lid. He summon his ki and blasted a deep hole in the floor, then shove the chest into the hole and blasted the sides filling the hole again. Leaving, Lord Herman trap inside a chest at the bottom of a filled hole.
"What about him?" one of the women ask glaring at Willy.
"He's the one who kidnapped me," Hannah said.
"He's all yours," Ranma said.
Willy backed in the corner of the cage as the women he had his way with advance on him grabbing whatever they could get as a weapon. His screams turned bloody as blood sprayed the floor at the women pummel his body. The women made sure that he stayed alive as long as possible as they rip his body into pieces.
"Thanks for your help," Terra said still not use to Ranma, him being an overlord and all.
"Don't mention it," Ranma said. "Getting rid of people like these guys is what, I do best."
"My lord what shall become of us?" Cally ask. "This village is dead with the farmland in ruins and our homes wreck there's nothing left for us here."
"Heaven's Keep is still being rebuilt," Terra said as many homes and buildings were either partly destroyed or nothing but rubble with the zombies. Most of the people are still living in the camp outside of the city. Even with the Ranko's it be a couple of weeks or months before the city was rebuilt.
"There's plenty of room back at my castle," Ranma said as the castle had plenty of room. The buildings that are in the castle grounds could just be converted into houses.
"Thank you," Cally said as this place just had too many bad memories.
"I shall go as well," Hannah said taken by Ranma as many of the other women. "I can feel that it's better to serve under you my lord."
"Overlord it's a pleasure to meet you," Flavia said as she steps up to Ranma.
"And who are you?" Ranma ask.
"I'm your new bride," Flavia said as if it's a fact.
"What?" all of the Ranko's shouted.
"Even here this happens," Ranma said as this is a repeat of the past.
"I am lady Flavia of the noble family Copper. My father sent me along with a wagon train of goods as my dowry," Flavia said selling herself to him, she leaned forward with her arms to her sides squeezing her melon size breast between them, giving Ranma a good view of her assets.
"She isn't a noble anymore, her father was killed because of all of the enemies he had made," Bettina said as she and the rest of Flavia's servants glared at their mistress.
"Bettina quite," Flavia growled. Flavia saw stars as she was punched by Bettina sending her falling on her plump rear. Her former servants surrounded her glaring at her with hateful eyes.
"We have all suffered under you for too long," Katya said.
"And it's about time you feel our pain," Kirsten said.
Bettina turn her eyes towards, Ranma. "My lord before we came here, she had me rape just so she could see what's in store for her once she's wed."
"Is that true?" Ranma ask eyes narrowing.
"They're just peasants my lord," Flavia said assuming that the Overlord would side with her.
"Just peasants?" Ranma repeated glaring at her. "Nobles like you, I can't stand thinking that your better then everyone else. There are hardly any nobles left in these lands since most of them, I had killed."
"What?" Flavia shouted in shock.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you or have you killed. Besides you used your servants as your playthings so you in return of your life will be theirs," Ranma said to a trembling Flavia as her former servants flash her cruel smiles.
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Back at the Castle -
The loot taken from the abandon village of Truno was split with Terra who took her share back to her city to help with the rebuilding. Not wanting any bandits to move into the ghost village, the Ranko's tore down the buildings for the building materials and the buildings that have become too rotten or bug ridden were just burn down. They took all the furniture that were still good, they also found some clothes that were still good, letting the women dress themselves. All the metal objects were strip from the village to be melted down later. The rest of the stuff the unusable wood and clothes would be use as fuel for the smelters back at the castle. What more they found another Minion Pillar that was used as a support beam for a barn.
The freed women were herded into the bathhouse to wash up after being so long without one. They felt good being clean and wash off the foul feel of the ghouls left on their bodies. After the wash up they were given new clothes made of the silks from the Onigumos. Then they were shown the dining room where, Kasumi and the Hyakushous had prepared them a meal of bread, strew, and Druid milk to help them heal. Kasumi told Ranma that the women couldn't eat so much after being so long without enough food.
As for Flavia she was being worked over by her former servants, under the supervision of Kodachi and the Mistresses. Kodachi said that once she and the others are done with her, she'll know her new place. If not she would be sent to the tower where, Akane's girls would get a new sex toy.
Stepping into the spawning room, Ranma watches as two Amazons placed the new pillar into it's slot. All of his girls but Kodachi were there to see the new girls. Two new groups of Ranko's came out of the pool. The first are 5'10" tall, E Cup, slim built, like a swimmer, but with firm abs. The others are 6 feet tall, curvy, smooth pink skin, dark red hair tied in a knot and large firm F cups.
"The first ones are priestess who speak with the spirits of the dead, the voices of the gods and commands the powers of holy magic, seals, rituals and more, the priest is a powerful magical warrior and healer, but not very effective against living beings if not magical in origin. They have two sub-ranks High Priestesses who are more spell casters while the Dark Hunters are holy warriors who hunt down magical and undead enemies. The others are the ones who keep tabs on the Overlord's economies, written histories, battles, strategies, everyday lives, magic, teaching, they write down everything, they wield no weapons but a magical tome that replicates itself into several copies in the Overlord's library to be delivered to the other libraries in the Overlord's realm," the Castle Orb explains.
"Nyuudous and Lore Keepers," Ranma said naming the new groups.
"Great, I have more help now," Nabiki smiled as running a country is much harder then most would think.
"Oh Ranma with new girls you know what that means," Kasumi smiled as she slips off her dress followed by the others.
"Yes, I know," Ranma smiled as it became a rule for him to have sex with the new Ranko's once they're summon. Ranma's thoughts were soon clouded as his vision was blocked by naked flesh as the women piled on top of him. The cries and moans soon filled the air as they all wanted a piece of him.
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Author's Notes
1 – Cutting up a worm only makes more of them.
2 - Nyuudou: A priestess who speaks with the spirits of the dead, the voices of the gods and commands the powers of holy magic, seals, rituals and more, the priest is a powerful magical warrior and healer, but not very effective against living beings if not magical in origin. The priestess are 5'10" tall, E Cup, slim built, like a swimmer, but with firm abs, their hair tied in a traditional priestess hairstyle, sometimes even shaved off. There are four ranks of the Nyuudous, well three ranks and one sub-ranks actually.
Acolyte: A beginner who knows the basics and a little advanced things of the holy ways and seals. They can be recognized by the white hoods they wear.
Cleric: A graduated students in both healing, holy magic, seals and rituals, but not very experienced, can be recognized by the holy silvery symbol around their necks.
Sub Rank A: High Priestess: A strong being of the holy ways, focuses on healing, sealing, holy magic and is less of a fighter and more weak at combat, but excels against magical opponents and undeads. Are recognized by their glowing eyes.
Sub Rank B: Dark Hunter: A holy warrior hunting enemies with her holy magic and weapon skills, a truly dangerous opponent, are recognized by the brown witch hunter hat and brown scarf she wears. (Like Van Hellsing's hat but with a scarf around the face.)
Lore Keeper: This is the minion who keeps tabs on the Overlord's economies, written histories, battles, strategies, everyday lives, magic, teaching, they write down everything, they wield no weapons but a magical tome that replicates itself into several copies in the Overlord's library to be delivered to the other libraries in the Overlord's realm. 6 feet tall, curvy, smooth pink skin, dark red hair tied in a knot, large firm F cups, likes to wear uniforms, business clothes, short skirts, blouses and other paperwork or office related clothes. They have no ranks.
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