Chapter Eight: Tyranny Control (R-18)

    “Did you rest well, Master?” asked the Dark Lord, who, true to her word, seemed to have looked over me while I was resting. She stood up and held out a hand, and I used it to get to my feet.

    “I did,” I replied, yawning. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. “What’s your name,” I asked her.

    “I’ve been locked up for such a long time that I can’t seem to remember,” replied the Dark Lord. She looked down at her hands and brushed her fingers through her hair. Then she crouched and affectionately rubbed her black fur on her calves. “Mmm... It’s been ages since I’ve had a chance to stretch out like this. That fight from before didn’t count.”

    "But you’re the Dark Lord of Tyranny?”

    “Yes, that was the epithet given to me upon my ascension. At some point, it replaced my name entirely,” said the Dark Lord. She stopped stretching and stared into my eyes. A small smile formed on her mouth. She looked at me expectantly. It felt like the atmosphere was getting tiring, so I just got to the point.

    “I didn’t free you for shits and giggles. You’ve nearly brought the world to ruin once before, right? I need you to do it again.”

    The artificial sun-like object shimmered off her silver eyes as she cracked a grin. It felt like I was looking at death incarnate with how her eyes seemingly glowed at the thought of slaughtering her enemies. “I can certainly do that.”

    “Good. Meruria and her shitty warriors need to die,” I said, feeling the anger swirling within my body. I hastily checked the dial that controlled my wrath. Since I didn’t really need it right now, I turned it down to 0. It didn’t like that at all, and a syrupy sweet voice tried to convince me to leave it on. I just ignored it.

    “I want nothing more than to help my savior. When I said I would follow you, I wasn’t lying. Master, should I use [Tyranny Control]?” said the Dark Lord.

    “That’s that enslavement skill, right?” I shook my head. “Being my slave implies that you’d be weaker than me, and I cannot allow that. I’m a 0-Star that won’t ever grow stronger. I need you to be a warrior that assists me in assimilating my way to power. You hate the world as much as I do, so I don’t see why you’d refuse.”

    “I value the chance to become a follower of someone with such fury within their heart. For the sake of your revenge, however, [Tyranny Control] would only be a boon.”

    “Explain,” I said.

    “[Tyranny Control] will give you half of the SP I gain without subtracting it from me. Your ‘curse’ will not transfer over,” the Dark Lord explained.

    “What are you getting at?”

    “It’s simple. The rules of chimerism are as followed. If you come across a corpse, you may assimilate it if you are stronger than it. If not, then you must wait until you are. If you are fighting something stronger, you may assimilate the target once you have slain it. That is the key. If you kill it, you may prosper from its power. Monsters will not give you any, but you will grow stronger by taking their power and strength for yourself. Having access to my SP will allow you to devour stronger beings much earlier.”

    “I see... Let me ask you something. I’m made from those that imprisoned you. Will that be a problem?”

    “You have their physical form, but that’s it. You fulfilled my desire for revenge against them when you dispersed their energy and killed their astral spirits. In the truest sense, they’re dead. It pleases me to no end that I got the last laugh.”

    I still had my apprehension about becoming her ‘master.’ I downright hated the idea of that because I was a slave to my parents and sister for so long, but my revenge? Was I so soft-hearted that I would falter before even stepping out of this fucking dungeon?

    It’s all for your revenge... Just go through with it.

    I turned and stared into her eyes. I didn’t know how to invoke [Tyranny Control], but she was willing to teach me. First, there was an incantation. Then she needed some of my blood to draw the enslavement seal on her body. There wasn’t a specific location for it, but she decided on under her navel, but above her crotch. That sounded easy enough, so I lent her my index finger. She took it with both of her hands and put it near her mouth. She mentioned she had to break my skin, but I told her it was fine. She lubricated it, punctured it with her canines, and meekly apologized with a sad look.

    She then chanted an incantation in an unknown language.

    Error! [Scholar’s Tongue] cannot translate the Dark Lord of Tyranny’s speech.

    Well, that was fine. It appeared to be doing something because there was a trail of energy being left behind within the blood as she maneuvered my bleeding finger around her skin. It felt...odd. Being used as a brush, I mean. I never really cared about the arts or famous paintings, but there was something about the design she drew. It was located just immediately under her belly button but above her crotch.

    But then her throat constricted even more, hugging my cock in such a grip that it almost started to hurt, and I felt she was running out of air. I tried to remove her mouth from my shaft, but her hands wrapped around my waist. She was pulling me towards her, trying to get even more of my penis into her mouth like she wanted to swallow my entire crotch. Trying to walk backwards just pulled her along with me, and walking forward made her fall on her ass. Either way, she was dragged along for the ride. Guttural noises erupted from her mouth while her frantic hands tapped my waist. And even then, this girl refused to take it out of her warm mouth. I had to get rough, physically removing her grip on my ass while grasping her head and pulling myself from her throat as if she was an object used for oral pleasure.

    She gasped for air, sending out dozens of strands of saliva that fell from her mouth and nose, coating her rich breasts in sticky spit. The clear liquid drizzled down, eventually passing by the bloody seal on her stomach and down to her crotch. Her chest heaved, desperately trying to fill her lungs. “Was that not enough?” With her silver eyes red and raw, bordering on the edge of tears, she coughed a few times, spitting out even more saliva.

    “I don’t need you to choke yourself to death. In my old world...in my old body, I was never able to feel pleasure. Other than the warmness of your mouth, I didn’t feel anything,” I told her. Her eyes continued to stare at my cock, which dripped profusely with her spit.

    “Master...” The Dark Lord shakily stood up and wiped her mouth, getting rid of all of the spittle. “No, I’m sorry. There are other ways to conquer my spirit. Do you want to rest a bit? Then we can try another way” She sounded a bit pleased that it wasn’t her skill. Was it her pride as a woman? Was it something else? I knew nothing of sex or love.

    But fear? Terror? I was intimately familiar with them, and it looked like the Dark Lord had a hint of trepidation inside her eyes.

    “Yeah. That sounds good,” I said. The Dark Lord grabbed my hand and led me over to a tree. She sat with her legs stretched out. When I went to follow, she told me to rest my head on her lap because it was softer.

    A few seconds later, I was laying right there, with my head in her lap while my eyes stared at her breasts from below. Her face peeked down, giving me a warming smile. She started to stroke my head.

    Her touch forting. I know we just attempted to have sex, but this was the first time someone had ever treated me this way. It was full of something unknown and foreign, yet it was so incredibly pleasant and gentle.

    When was the last time I felt so safe?

    Without being aware of it, I started to tell of my past.

    “I really wanted to make something of my life, you know... In my old world, our future was decided for us after we take something called an aptitude test. You take it when you’re five, and you can repeat it once a year until you’re ten. When I was four, every day was spent with my head within a book. It ended up being useless because my results indicated I was a failure in every field. I thought there was a mistake, but there wasn’t. That night, my parents punished me by withholding dinner. They even prevented me from sleeping by threats of violence. A year of sleep deprivation later, I took it again after my sister had done hers. Of course, Mia had aced it, and her future was set. But me? I failed again, and this time? My ‘father’ punched me in the face. Three teeth came loose, and my blood dirtied the floor. Mia demanded more punishment because I had sullied the house she was to inherit. When she said she was satisfied, I had lost four more teeth.

    “For the next few years? It was living hell.

    “The abuse was bad, but it worsened the more I disappointed my family. My ‘father’ hit me until his knuckles were bloody. My ‘mother’ focused on verbal threats and emotional pain, admitting that I was unlovable because I was a failure. One day, she followed through with her promises of abandonment. Did they think I just woke up one day wanting to cause them trouble? Wanting to disappoint them? No, I didn’t. People aren’t born wanting to fail, but somewhere along the way, from the rejections, beatings, and abuse... I just...shut down. I tried... I really tried. I swear to God I tried to be the perfect son...

    “And then I got summoned here. Deep down, I figured this could be my second chance, but I had a worthless soul... Threats of recycling hung over my head. Then I woke up with a beastfolk wanting to rape me on orders from Meruria, and I was just beaten and struck and abused once more... Then it turned out Quella and the others never had any faith in me. And at the end, when asked if they wanted me to die out of pity, they said no, but the bell that detected lies made noise... Why does the world want to see me in pain? WHY DOES EVERYONE GIVE UP ON ME?! WHY DO THEY WANT ME TO FAIL?!?!?!?!?”

    Before I knew it, I was shouting, stretching my voice to the utmost limit.

    “A failure? I wouldn’t call you that, Master,” said the Dark Lord. She touched a tender hand to my cheek, petting me as if I was a dog having a nightmare. “Do you realize what you’ve accomplished? Your entire life was a painful hell, abandoned and betrayed by Meruria and your classmates, cast into the void and scathed by the infinite winds, transformed into a Chimera, yet you''re still here. It takes a strong person to endure that. You haven''t given up your dream of getting revenge, and you even freed me. I wouldn''t be here if it wasn''t for you. Master, there is no one else in the world like you. You are an irreplaceable existence, and someone I''m very thankful to have met."

    Her words... They weren’t filled with hate or disgust, and they carried no ill-intent. They contained...kindness? What... What was I feeling? An unknown emotion swelled into my heart, and an odd feeling assaulted my eyes.

    How could someone I’ve known for an hour make me feel like this? Where was the abuse? The punches? The barbed words of abandonment because I couldn’t finish this damn ritual? The castigation of my virility because I couldn’t fuck you? Why...aren’t you hitting me?

    Why aren’t you calling me a waste of sperm?

    Why aren’t you slamming my head against the ground?

    Why...

    My heart felt like it was finally venting the grief it’d kept hidden all these years. Even still, warm water refused to flow from my eyes. I couldn’t cry, and I didn’t know why. But that didn’t stop a soft murmur from escaping my lips and it quickly grew to a tearful moan. Without warning, I sat up and threw my arms around the Dark Lord, shouting into her chest.

    She leaned back a little and kept stroking my hair. “Let it all out, Master...” she whispered, kissing the top of my head. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep in her loving embrace.