Spike the Corrupter - CYOA
Chapter 8: Capturing the Slaver Base
Previous Chapter Next Chapter"I tell you man, when we were raiding that village, I saw a massive fuckin plant stalk, the size of a full-grown person. I swear that thing was probably the largest carrot on the planet!" A slaver said as he and his buddy stood on patrol at the top of the citadel's wall.
"I dunno man, you ever see that one motivational image? The one with the carrot with the big leaf but actually it's really small, while the carrot with the small leaf was actually really big?" The other responded, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Buddy, what the fuck are you on about? Are you saying that the carrot with the smallest leaf is the actual carrot, and the carrot with the largest leaf isn't the carrot?" The first asked, confusion apparent on his face.
"I'm saying this massive carrot might not actually be as massive as you think." The second said with a shrug.
The first sighed, looking back over the city wall, looking over the various buildings.
Suddenly, both of the guards were grabbed from behind. They barely had time to cry out before their mouths were covered. They could only look around and cry out in panic as they were pulled off the wall into the darkness of the outside of the citadel, where they would have to wait until morning for Spike to White Gem them. For now, he had a more important mission here at the fort.
Spike and a small squad of a dozen changelings - both soldiers and Dragon's Harem agents - pulled themselves over the side of the wall. Their current position gave them a good bird's eye view of the Citadel's main courtyard containing the first and second terraces, but that was about it for now.
"What now boss man?" Punishment hissed.
Rubbing his chin, Spike thought for a moment. He glared slightly as he turned his gaze to the slave pens. They were all empty, as were the racks. His eyes widened for a moment, turning to see a ship pulling out to sea behind the citadel. Disappearing into the black nighttime ocean.
"Damn," Spike cursed.
"Evidentally we arrived too late for the majority of the slaves. Let us hope the Kitsune wasn't sold yet." Domination said. "Though it appears her rack is empty."
Spike's head snapped up, looking over to the second terrace, his eyes narrowing. Sure enough, her rack was empty. But there was some good news. If you could call it that...
His eyes locked on Ishtar and a trio of slavers. The slaver in the middle of the trio was badly beaten, with a gash on the side of his head. He was being held up by the other two, who stared down at him in scorn.
"Damn, I wish I knew what they were saying," Spike said, eyes narrowing. Just then, Ishtar drew her sword and shoved it directly into the middle slaver's throat, the tip of the blade emerging out the other side. Spike froze and cleared his throat.
"Actually, forget that. I don't."
Ishtar withdrew the blade, letting the corpse fall. She then proceeded to walk off. The two remaining slavers began dragging their buddy's corpse over to the edge of the terrace, likely to throw it over the side.
"Judging by that reaction," Domination started. If he had a face he'd be grimacing. "The Kitsune must've escaped. That might be even more catastrophic for us than if she had been sold abroad. At least in the short term."
"So, do we go after her?" Punishment asked, a content snarl in his voice. "I imagine she needs... punishment for running away from us."
Spike shook his head. "We don't have time. We'll have to go after her later."
Spike turned to the changeling soldiers. "You, spread out and neutralize as many guards as possible, non-lethally, and bring them to me. I'm going to secure the breaking tent. I think white geming them in there would be deliciously ironic, wouldn't you say?" Spike said with a toothy smile.
Punishment hissed contently. "Ohohoho yes."
"Alright, the rest of you, keep an eye on the perimeter, let me know when things start going south." He ordered the Dragon's Harem agents. They all saluted him, before the soldiers spread out to follow their orders.
Once they were all gone, Spike stepped forwards to the edge of the wall, and raised his hands. With a quiet snap, a milky white crystal in the shape of a staircase nearly silently shot out of the ground, coming to a stop at the edge of the wall. Spike quickly rushed down the stairs alone, before retracting them back into the dirt once he was all the way down.
He then made his way around the outer perimeter of the citadel's courtyard, and up the hill to the breaking tent. He kept an eye on the patrolling guards as he went, making sure he wouldn't be spotted.He watched from afar as, like trained assassins, his changeling slaves went about efficiently and silently taking out guards one by one. He smirked darkly, they were doing their work excellently. He'd have to reward them later somehow.
"You there! What are you doing!"
Spike froze, and slowly turned his head. There, standing at the edge of the path, was a pair of slavers. Both were pointing crossbows at him, and they didn't look very pleased.
Spike merely rolled his eyes and, with a single raise of a fist, two poles of white crystal shot out of the ground like spears, striking both of the slavers perfectly in the forehead. The two guards went almost limp for a second, stumbling back as the poles retracted back into the ground. They stumbled for a moment with their hands covering their heads. When they lowered their hands, a white gem was now lodged perfectly in their foreheads.
They both quickly dropped their crossbows and saluted. "Sorry, my lord! Forgive us, for we were not yet enlightened!" They both said, a tad too loudly for Spike's comfort.
He looked around, hoping the commotion hadn't drawn any attention. Seeing no one coming, he looked back to the two slavers turned slaves, a slight scowl on his face.
"Well, that was a close one," Spike grumbled, walking over to the two guards. "Don't worry, you'll have plenty of opportunities to make up for your incompetence later."
He stopped in front of them and looked between the two. He paused to rub his chin. With a hum he thought for a moment.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Domination asked in his head.
"Honestly, I'm debating. This mission is going far easier than I expected. It's almost boring," Spike hissed, rolling his eyes. "I'm wondering if I want to have a little fun with Ishtar before I... reeducate her."
"Are you certain that's wise? She is rather high ranking and we can't be sure she's alone," Domination warned.
"I can get her alone," He said, as he turned to the two white gems in front of him. "You two, find Ishtar and bring her to the breaking tent. Alone. And be sure to stay in character as who you were before I improved you."
Both of the two guards bowed deeply, before rushing off in the direction Spike indicated.
"See? Easy," Spike hissed.
Spike patiently waited inside one of the cages inside the breaking tent, humming to himself as he stared at the entrance with his arms across his chest. He didn't have to wait long before the cage opened and Ishtar stepped inside, with her two former guards flanking her, though she was none too wise about that detail.
She quickly walked inside, a large frown on her face. She came to a stop about a meter away from him, arms on her hips.
"You? What the fuck are you doing here?" She growled. "We don't allow customers after night, though judging from the fact that half of my patrols haven't been reporting in, I'd assume you aren't just a regular customer."
Spike smirked. "Half already? My changelings work quick, don't they?"
"Changelings? So those two you had last time you were here weren't actually slaves were they?" Ishtar hummed, reaching for her sword. "What are you, some kind of freedom fighter? Anti-slaver?"
"I think you are misinterpreting what kind of person I am, kitty." Spike laughed, smirking darkly. "They were and still are slaves. Just like the rest of their race now. Just like all your men in a couple of hours. And you'll be one of them too soon. And like my changelings you'll thank me for it afterwards."
Ishtar's eyes widened. "What? Hah! If you can't tell, I got you outnumbered. How loyal will those bugs of yours be after I slit your throat."
"I think the more pressing question is, how loyal are your men?" Spike retorted, leaning forward. "Because those gems in their head aren't just a new fashion statement."
Ishtar's eyes narrowed, then they shot open wide.She barely had time to turn to stare at the slaver on her left, before the one on her right pounced her, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. Her sword fell from her grip, clattering to the floor.
"Fuck!" Ishtar spat, thrashing in his grip.
Spike smirked, and the former guard picked up the blade, tossing it harmlessly aside. He then stepped forward and, raising his hand. With a slash of his claws, Spike destroyed her shirt, leaving her tits exposed to the air. Ishtar hissed, trying to jerk free of her former guard's grip, but it did little more than make her melons bounce.
Spike licked his lips, staring at her perky, round, and plentiful breasts. His eyes roamed down her body, seeing her toned abs. He grinned, reaching forward. His hand grabbed her right tit as he roughly needed it, making sure to pinch her nipple between his index finger and thumb.
His other hand went down rubbing her rapidly wettening snatch through the front of her pants.
Ishtar blushed and whimpered, her ears flattening against her head. She bared her fangs and bit her lips to keep her noises contained.
"Never been on this side of it before, have you Ishtar." Spike chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing. "Judging from your reaction, I imagine you have quite a fetish for it. Every time you made a slave you were breaking squirm, you imagined yourself in their position didn't you."
Ishtar glared. "Fuck you!"
"Oh, you will," Spike promised, grinning darkly.
"I'm going to fucking kill you for this!" Ishtar hissed.
"That, you won't do." Spike laughed darkly. "Now then, what to do with you..."