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How long had it been? Hours, days, minutes? It was hard to tell, the illusions shifted so constantly that Gelnon's mind had difficulty telling one event from the next. His senses were hazy, to say the least.

The illusions were also getting more devious as time went on, now the collar wasn't content with simply forcing him into sexual acts, it was tricking his own perception of his capabilities. With the most recent illusion, Gelnon was no longer in the powerful body he had spent years training to achieve, he had changed into a weak, helpless, girly boy. Shrunk down to a mere 5'0 tall, weighing barely more than 100 lbs, the lumbering bear would break him like a twig if they fought.

He was laying propped up on his side, leashed to a throne along with several other equally femmy slave boys, Gelnon could only guess were the other mages in Relonk's personal harem. The illusion filled him with lustful cravings for Relonk's cock, and the torturous training this time involved the fat bear applying his attentions to the other slaves, forcing Gelnon to watch in mental anguish as he was desperate for a good breeding. His paws were also shackled to the floor, preventing him from relieving his own tension without someone assisting him.

Relonk had already finished pumping three boys full of his cum, a pig, a sheep, and a collie who were passed out on the floor with blissful looks on their faces. Now he had some little blond bunny moaning like a bitch as he bounced him upon his lap.

The illusions may have been influencing Gelnon's urges, but they could not directly force him to act, that was the weakness of illusion magic. Every time he came close to begging for the bear to breed him, or even address him as master, his willpower slammed against the magic of the collar, refusing to let him give in, no matter how much torture his body was subjected to.

"Master!" The bunny wailed, a shlorping sound emenating as the bear filled the slut bunny with more of his cum. As the bunny was overcome with the afterglow, he soon passed out, and Relonk placed him with the other three boys, before calling over his next slave, a rottweiler, the second dog slave out of the bunch.

Relonk was just about to begin his shafting, when suddenly, the collar's illusions stopped. His mind going dark again, just like before, and then slowly fading back into reality. Gelnon was too dazed to really tell what was going on, but soon, his senses began to clear. He wasn't in the dungeon he had been in before, now he was in a different room.

As he looked around, he saw it was obviously a harem quarters, the floor was scattered with a small sea of pillows. He was laying upon a very large matress in the center of the room, and as he looked off the side, he saw the slave boys from the illusion were scattered around, laying on the pillows, and what looked to be mollesting each other with sexual toys. He noticed the pig, sheep, bunny, and dogs, but there were also a zebra, a tortoise, and a corn snake. The first thing he noticed was most of them were certainly not the fem boys the collar had protrayed them as, clearly they were brain washed just like he was being.

The bunny, collie, and sheep were lean and girly, but whether it was from species, or years of physical training, it was difficult to tell. The collie's long fur and hair made him look almost completely female, save for where the genitals were concerned. The rottweiler was a more masculine canine, he still had firm muscles, indicating he could be a good fighter if the had the mind too. The pig was a plump young swine, possibly 170 lbs, if not more. The zebra was quite large, given his species, standing at almost 7 feet tall, and with a 13 inch cock standing erect between his legs. His muscles were strong and athletic, built for outmaneuvering predators. Last of all, was the snake, who was the largest amont them. Although he was coiled up, it was possible he was 14 feet long, and with thicker muscles for strangling his victims. His two penises standing erect as the collie and rottweiler sucked him off. All the slaves had the same illusion collar clasped around their neck, the runes glowing to signify they were trapped in their own dream worlds.

Gelnon was about to move off the bed, when a thick, hairy arm wrapped aroud his mid section and pulled him back. Gelnon looked back in surprise to see Relonk was behind him, preparing to mount the lion with that thick cock of his.

"Can't risk you pulling them out of their conditioning before you're fully broken." Relonk gloated as Gelnon felt the tip of that bear cock prodding his entrance, "So I slapped their collars back on, just in case." He added.

"Get off me, you-!" Gelnon began to protest, but with his free arm, Relonk pushed the lion face first into the matress, using his other arm to hike his rear into position before he penetrated him. Gelnon yelped in pain as the bear raped his ass, pinning him down uncomfortably with his massive strength.

Gelnon tried to push against the mattress, but Relonk had him down by the head, he was lucky his muzzle wasn't pushed flat into the mattress, or he'd likely suffocate. But then, he realized, he wasn't tied up anymore. Aside from the bear's weight forcing him down, he was free to move! Once again, he realized he couldn't use any of his more powerful gestures, and as he tried to calm his breathing to perform his Chill of the Grave, he was sent gasping and yelping as the bear got to work on his ass, pounding away as though he were an unfeeling doll.

"I'm surprised how quickly you recovered." Relonk said in between thrusts, "Most of them took around 20 minutes to regain their senses, you did it in just a few seconds." He added. Gelnon narrowed his eyes in response to this, that meant he was likely the strongest Relonk had managed to subdue. Maybe he could use this to his advantage. If that fucking bear would stop slamming into him for one fucking moment!

For another 10 times, Gelnon desperately tried to use his spell, but it was no use, his body's natural reflexes defied him to control his breathing against such abuse. It was true, Gelnon had been fooled into showing Relonk some of his magic earlier, including his Chill of the Grave, which relied on a deep enhale, followed by a slow exhale. It seemed he was rutting him hard for exactly that reason. Then again, Gelnon had showed only some of his abilities, not all of them, and with his arms freed, he had one other spell he could use.

Placing his arms spread to the sides, Gelnon began to focus his power into his paws. Relonk foolishly believed he had finally given in, before Gelnon flung his arms forward above his head, clapping his palms together and clasping the fingers tight. A surprisingly loud boom was heard, before skeletal arms burst through the mattress, startling Relonk to the point where he released his grip on Gelnon.

"Bone Shackles!" Gelnon declared, as the arms siezed the bear by the ankles, wrists, thighs, shoulders, chest, and finally his muzzle. The arms began to retract back into the mattress, pinning the bear helplessly to the bed as Gelnon crawled away and fought the pain under his tail to stand up.

"Each one of those bones is as strong as my own arms." Gelnon informed his rapist, "They're not that easy to break." He added with seething hatred. Without access to his muzzle, Relonk could not speak any magic words, preventing him from summoning any illusions. The bear was naked and helpless, his cock erect for all the room to see.

"Now then..." Gelnon panted, "I believe you've given me ample reason to make you suffer." He added before folding his paws over each other in front of his chest. Relonk struggled against the arms, but even his brutish strength could not break them. Every time he tried to pull, he would get a little slack, before they would draw tight again.

As if dealing a deck of cards, Gelnon flung his uper paw outward, and an orb of green fire launched towards Relonk. It was his basic version of a Death Bolt, without use of his axe. The bolt impacted Relonk's cock at the base, and its effects spread among his balls and partially up the shaft. Relonk moaned in pain through the skeletal arm, as his flesh began to rot and decay, his malehood dying within seconds.

"The spell only effects a 6 inch radius from the point of impact." Gelnon said, "So this is going to take a while." He added, before firing off another death bolt, this time at Relonk's face. The skeletal arm pried his mouth open just in time for the bolt to impact the inside of his mouth, his tongue blackening and decaying, as did portions of his muzzle. He would never be able to mate or speak again. He had been stripped of his power and his masculinity, just like his slaves.

"Pissing off a Necromancer is not a good idea..." Gelnon said darkly, "Pissing off a Death Knight, there are no words for such idiocy." He added, before firing another bolt. Relonk's balls had rotted to the point of falling off, his tongue was starting to painfully disconnect from the rest of his body, his cock fell off in a bloody mess. Gelnon didn't care where the bolts landed now, the tongue and genitals were the first targets he wanted out of the way, the rest was just torture.

By the time Gelnon felt his power weakening, Relonk was a mess. His fur at fallen off in clumps, his skin was charred a deathly black, and some parts of his flesh had deteriated, exposing the organs beneath, yet miraculously, Relonk was still breathing rather quickly, a sign he had endured the torture and was running on adrenaline. His arms and legs had been rotted off at the shoulders and knees, leaving him a paraplegic.

"Now, I'm going to free your little slaves and expose your family for what it is." Gelnon vowed, his ass finally healing enough that he could move comfortably. He began his descent to undo the collars on the slaves, finding they were remarkably easy to remove when he wasn't under the influence of its hallucinations. Unfortunately, while they were easy to remove, their effects were not so simple.

Even after he had removed all the collars, the slaves continued to lay there in a drug like state, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings. Apparently they had been subjected to his torments for years, possibly even decades to have lost touch with reality on such a scale. Gelnon didn't recognize any of the slaves, these mages were likely taken from before he was born, he couldn't remember ever seeing a family of pigs in the village. Relonk had admitted himself to destroying any rival families that produced mages.

Grabbing the pig by the shoulders, Gelnon tried to coax him back to reality, only for the swine to interpret the physical attention as a desire to mate, and moaned with anticipation as he spread his legs and tried to pull Gelnon onto him.

"Darn it, this is getting nowhere." Gelnon groaned as he reared back and delivered a hard smack to the pig's face, "Wake up!" he shouted, just before his paw made contact, "You're free now!"

Meanwhile back with Moon and the others...

Skalma was sleeping peacefully in one of the guest quarters, stripped naked and laying sprawled out on bed, snoring with the blankets tossed around her feet. Jakra shared her room, and was laying in bed quietly, thinking of what Moon was going through, and trying to ignore the rodent's snoring, so she could focus.

Moon, as was befitting a member of the family, was stationed in the noble quarters, separated from Jakra and Skalma. He tried to argue that the otter was his body guard, but Lycan bawked at the idea of anyone trying to assassinate him in his own family estate. Besides, there were legions of armed guards on the premesis, one extra body guard would hardly make a difference. Or at least, that was the idea.

As Moon simply tried to get some rest, hoping his depression would clear up after a good night's sleep, he was unaware as to Lycan's scheming in his own room. The older brother stood over a map, monitoring the travel routes, with a single other figure standing across from him.

"So this is the plan." Lycan said, "You will scrounge up some of your more pathetic men and tell them you're planning a randsome attempt." He explained, "Send them in to try and capture my brother, and we'll take care of the rest of the plan." He finished.

"You want me to throw away my men on a fake mission?" The figure asked, "What exactly do I get out of this, Lycan? Even if you are the head of this family, asking to throw away my subordinates is pretty extreme." It demanded to know. The wolf frowned at his orders being questioned, but finally sighed and nodded.

"I will pay you a sum of 5,000 gold, and offer you four breeding slaves to help replenish the loses." He bargained, "As I said, I just want you pathetic cast offs, no need to sacrifice anyone of importance." He added.

The figure thought about it for a moment, before shrugging with an approving nod, the terms were acceptable. With that, the unknown figure turned and jumped out of the balcony window, nimbly descending to the streets below to prepare the ruse.

"This should knock that pup into the right state of mind." Lycan said, crossing his arms, "If not, I suppose I can always replace him with Crescent when she comes back." He added. With that, he began to disrobe, eager to get to sleep, he would need his energy for the plan tomorrow.