Overlord the Video Game

It had been a joy to cleave through the red-robed cultists, each one pathetic and lame compared to your ever-loyal Minions, all to the sweet backdrop of your current entertainment.

"At least you're good for a little entertainment!" so says Sir William the Black, former paladin and champion of the Seven Heroes. "I do hope you can stay the distance, peon!"

The man was brave, if incredibly stupid challenging you alone; you and him both surrounded on all sides in a ring of Red Dawn lusters, men and women— well just women now, all their male guards dead several rooms back; waiting to kill you and revel in their sin once more. Maybe, after you're done ransacking the place, you'll let your Minions... "enjoy", the Red Dawn women that survive.

***

It's not even a minute later that William has ahold of your helmed head from behind, slamming it into the floor as his massive bitchbreaker cock spears your pussy from behind, your armored leggings ripped apart and exposing your cunt and ass. A Battle of Dominance has begun, you can feel the heat shining atop your womb, the three digit number of 100 surrounded by a black, glowing heart. Another thrust slams you against the ground, the 100 ticking down to a 99 as both of William's hands pull against your helm— your symbol of being the Overlord, only to slam your face back into the marbled floor of his hall.

Your Minions, your ever-loyal Minions, they were distracted instantly, drawn in by the naked flesh and moaning bodies of the Red Dawn women, taking them like wild animals— taking them like William's taking you!

Another low, languid thrust carves out a path through your womanhood, and a gasp escapes your lips as the 99 drops to 98.

"You think I'm going to lose?" William's breath is hot in your ear, his fingers digging harsh into your armored hips, as he prepares to fuck you against the ground— as he prepares to own you.

A sharp, quick thrust, William's hand goes up under your helmet to grab your chin and tilt your neck upwards, his thick, veiny member sliding deeper inside of you, stretching you open with every inch.

"Oh yes," he growls. "Yes, you're going to be mine alright." He grabs hold of your breastplate and yanks at it, pulling you this way and that as he pounds you, his huge cuntbuster slamming into you again and again and again. The 98 is dropping quickly to an 88, 85, 80. You've never felt such intensity in your life, never felt such pleasure, as William's enormous bull prick plows your cunt over and over. His cock feels like it'll split you in half, feels like it IS splitting you in half, as he pistons in and out, in and out.

The next moment he's got you pinned, bent over the edge of a table, holding you there as he pounds you, your head pressed into the wood and his cock deep within you, your breasts mashed inside your breastplate, into the hard surface beneath. Your helmet is gone, thrown away at some point, and he has a hand in your hair, grinding your face into the furniture. Your sign of Overlord, your mark of Evil and symbol of status; discarded like the helpless trash you'll be soon if you don't win this!

William grunts and moans as you beg and scream, his dick buried to the hilt inside your pussy, fucking you harder and faster than any other man could possibly dream of. The black crest, the glowing heart of a womb tattoo that currently counted down your incoming ego death, was now beginning to shine a beautiful pink, and you could feel your pupils begin to shift.

And then the numbers are plummeting down to a 70, a 60, a 50, a 40, a 30; your mind racing with panic as you realize William's going to win, you practically won't even exist anymore! Owned by this perverted, wife-abandoning corruption of what was once a Good creature!

He pulls his cock almost out of you, then slams it back in, burying himself to the hilt in one, powerful stroke, and you cry out loudly as the numbers drop lower and lower, down to a 20, down to 10, down to 5.

"P-please!" you cry out, desperate, on the verge of losing— on the verge of cumming. The crest over your womb was pure pink now, and your once red pupils were now heart-shaped. "S-spare meeee!"

William snarls, grabbing your waist with one hand and gripping your throat with the other.

"Please!" you sob, your voice cracking. "I'll do anything, be anything for you just please pull out!"

His grip tightens around your throat as he drives his cock deep inside of you, the final countdown coming to an end with a single word: "CUMMING!!"

***

When the battle is finally over, and William is victorious, you find yourself lying atop the table you were owned on, your armor stripped off, and William's heavy balls slapping against your ass. Your mind is reeling, and your body is limp, exhausted and sore from being fucked so much, but the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that you feel is unlike anything you've ever felt before.

"Fuck… oh fuck…" William pants, laying his large hands on either side of your head. He looks down at you with victorious, angry eyes. "Did you really think you'd beat me, you stupid whore? Did you think you would win?"

You look up at him, heart-shaped pupils staring back at the man that owned you now, the man that conquered you in a Battle of Dominance. You loved him now, no matter how much you hate it, you can't hate him anymore.

"Y-yes," you gasp out, your breath coming out in short gasps as you try to catch your own. "I thought I could beat you, that I'd still be me—"

"Ah, but you lost," William smirks. "Because you were thinking too much, weren't you? Too busy thinking, when it's not your job."

Your heart sinks further as his words sink in, something in your ruined mind scrambling back to the surface, scrambling for a last-ditch escape.

His eyes narrow as they bore into yours.

"You know why I love women?" he says.

"No," you say softly, not sure if you should answer or not, but resisting whatever way you still can.

"It's because they're so weak," he growls, his cock still throbbing in your abused cunt. He hadn't cum yet. "You were the Overlord, and now I don't even think I'll bother remembering your name. You were born the wrong gender to rule, and now... now I'll take everything from you."

"W-w-what do you m-mean?" you whisper, your words stuttering and your blood cold.

"When a woman Overlord loses a Battle of Dominance, she's instantly fertile and ready to finish claiming." Sir William the Black explains slowly, his finger tracing your new womb crest. "You can still feel it, can't you? That sense of self buried under the forced love? As soon as I cum inside you, the last thing that bit of self will feel is all of your magical power flowing into me. When I seed you, when I BREED you, I will then absolutely own you."

It is in a mad dash that you shove him by his shoulders, as you scramble to run outside, to get back to the Tower and Gnarl—!

A grip on your ankle and stepping in your girlcum squirt from earlier's submission trips you to the floor, where you can feel the weight of William's finality resting on your back, his bitchbreaker lining up with your brokenbitch, his hands tangling themselves in your hair. This was the pronebone position he started in, and just like how he started he slams your face into the marble floor, but without a helmet's front the hard ground smack is much more disorienting, blearing your vision and deafening your eardrums.

And then his dick is inside you again, your heart-shaped pupils rolling back in your head as your tongue lolls out of your mouth. You were cumming, he just inserted his womanruiner for what might be your last conscious time, set to impregnate you and steal your magic, and you were cumming.

And the bastard's laughing at you while you do it.

"Oh, my poor little bitch," William taunts you. "Doesn't this hurt? Doesn't this feel good? The pain, the humiliation, the loss of identity..."

He moans, grunting as he starts to pump in and out of you. His balls slap against your clit with each thrust, his fingers digging into your ass and scalp, keeping you pinned to the floor and leaving a red handprint on your fat buttcheeks. It's your last degradation and he just spanked you— IS spanking you!

"Bitch," William growls, his cock pulsating in your pussy as you cum again and again. "My bitch... my fucktoy."

His hands tighten around you, nails gouging into your flesh, holding you down, keeping you in place for his pleasure, making you feel his throbbing deep inside.

You can barely breathe through the pain. Your legs are trembling, your whole body shaking as another orgasm rips through you, the feeling of being violated and used intensifying every time your man gets off on humiliating you, taking away your control over your own life. You can't help the shameful gushing of girlcum.

"You belong to me!" he snarls as he pumps his load deep within you, your womb swelling to accept his large batch of seed. "I OWN you!"

As his cock twitches and spurts, your body feels empty, hollowed out. It's happening, you can feel it happening, his sperm surrounding your eggs, battering against your fertile ground. He's knocking you up, he's knocking you up and you're feeling it happen as your magic flows into him, your essence and power leaving your body to become his.

Your mind goes blank as he takes your power, as you lose yourself in the haze of orgasmic bliss and hyper-focused impregnation; too exhausted to resist, too lost to remember who you once were or why you wanted to escape.

Once the Overlord, now some nameless, knocked-up slave. Better luck next time.