The Evil Rises

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It all began with a dream.

Queen Dempsie had just recently been brought into her role and was given an insurmountable job. The Kingdom of Zephet welcomed their Queen with open arms and awaited the new direction of their arid and prosperous country. The stress was beyond comparison, and considering she had little choice but to accept her new mission in life, the Queen was desperate to find a form escapism.

In the cold stillness of the early hours, the newly-endowed Queen was in the lower chambers of the Tomb of Nefrumaniah, which was an extremely unusual location for the status of such a ruler. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her arms hung forwards, yet she missed not a single step as she descended the stairway. Facing forwards at the cursed tomb which had safely remained shut for the past 100 years, the Queen twitched and convulsed. Her thighs pressed together as her fingers could not resist the temptation of pleasuring herself.

In the dream, the Queen bridged the gap between sarcophagus and prisoner. She was neither trapped or free. There were no hinges, no bandages, no degrees of separation. It was as if she were the sarcophagus, itself, and any history of being entombed into one was forgotten. She thrashed desperately to gain attention - her hands remained stuck together in a perpetual prayer, as if she were atoning for the sins she caused to the cursed sorceress. Her legs fused into a sturdy stem, not unlike that of a heavy tomb, and her wobbling refused to give way to falling over. Her naked body was completely on display in her throne room, and the guards that she knew and trusted her entire life were suddenly gawking at her and showing complete disrespect. She was completely helpless and degraded, and yet it was that degradation that made her feel so much pleasure. Nefrumaniah had offered her a forbidden fruit and she took it without question... And paid the price.

The Queen opened her eyes and blinked. She looked around. She stared down at her pristine, statuesque form, her lips and nostrils sealed into nonexistence as she was reduced to a complete mute. The figure of a demonic vulpine caressed her legs and arms around the helpless sarcophagus, a direct continuation of the wet dream. She stood bare bodied and in prayer while the demon fondled her in front of a full, docile audience.

She tried to wake up again, but she couldn't. Somehow, she was already awake and fully lucid, and yet the dream kept going. And just like a nightmare, she could not scream or run away.

"Now that's not the spirit, Slavekhet," Nefrumaniah whispered into what remained of the Queen's Slavekhet's ears. "You were having quite a pleasurable time just a few minutes ago, weren't you? Even my royal guards were enjoying the show!"

Slavekhet?? Is this a joke?? What's going on?? I will have this wretched demon executed!

"There, there..." She caressed Slavekhet's arms. "Let us calm down. You are convincing nobody of your delusions again. Do you wish for your Queen to punish you a second time?"

Light chuckles carried through the court. A small blush appeared on Slavekhet's cheeks and she shivered. Her guards were the exact opposite of concerned; they took absolutely nothing about Slavekhet seriously. Just like the "dream", they accepted the situation and responded only to the words of Queen Nefrumaniah.

"It is a good thing we are in no particular danger, but to witness our little royal golem here argue so diligently for her wild claims is VERY admirable. Some of our "lesser" soldiers could use a bit of that spark, but I digress. We must act mature here, and your Queen cannot indulge on childish games when our Kingdom is judged so harshly by the outside world. Sorcery golems like Slavekhet have a very simple, yet important job, and are blessed with a... fulfillment... that very few get to experience."

Slavekhet stared down, then back up to her Queen, her fangs grinning wide. She hoped and prayed that nobody would notice, but it was blatantly clear even to the uninformed what that twitching protrusion covering her genitalia was. Even as Queen Nefrumaniah taunted and tortured the poor golem in front of her own kingdom, she was profusely relieving herself, the thick object expanding deeper into her chambers and shrinking back down, then expanding again, over and over. A deep shame came over the former queen - assuming she even was one - but she simply couldn't stop. Slavekhet knew that, even if she tried to fight it, the penetration would still be there, so what was the point? She gave in as there was no other option.

"My dear... We are not judging. We know what you are - we have known for a very long time. Just relax... and trust your Queen."

The evil Nef has taken over! It seems reality has contorted from Queen Dempsie controlling the kingdom to Queen Nefrumaniah, while the true queen has been reduced to a lowly, lewd golem with a very demeaning function and has seemingly lived her entire life this way. Who or what will save the Kingdom of Zephet now? Will "Slavekhet" return to normal ever again? Stay tuned...

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As Queen Nefrumaniah takes hold of the kingdom, it seems her power has no limit! Her own machinations appear to have taken hold: soldiers, warriors, servants, all now completely mindless and obedient to her whim. Who will stop her now??

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While doing his daily performance as a magick street jester for pennies and dimes, the Stranger is approached by a mysterious woman in robes and told that he may be "our last hope"!

This one shouldn't be terribly long, plus it's not explicitly Halloween-themed so I can continue working on it into November if needed. Nothing serious, I just needed a good Nefrumaniah story with lots of good excuses for art!!

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As the looming evil of Nefrumaniah takes hold over the nearby kingdom and threatens the rest of the world, The Stranger takes up the mystery woman's offer on the premise of compensation, having no clue what he was about to encounter...

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The Stranger and the Mage have a daunting task ahead of them...