Corrupted

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The Forgotten Temple

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The forgotten tome

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Your Boss is the Devil?!

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No one can resist the corruption of Sir Smoke. It only took one night to turn the pure and just Invulnerable into a cigar smoking rubber gimp.

It begins with one breath of his cigar smoke and ends with your complete submission. He erases your identity, your past, your name. What you become is an extension of his dark will, an intrument in his campaign to corrupt all men.

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Sir Smoke's new smoking rubber gimp, once the virtuous superhero known as Invulnerable patrols the street.

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The superhero once known as Invulnerable submits completely to his new master, Sir Smoke.

Sir Smoke completes the final transformation of his new obedient rubber gimp.

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Sir Smoke's rubber boy becomes a full cover rubber gimp.

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Sir Smoke and his new rubber boy.

As the rubber gimp breaths in his Master's smoke, his remaining thoughts dissolve.

Thoughtless. Mindless. Obedient.

Breath in. Obey.

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Sir Smoke's corruption of the young hero boy Invulnerable.

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Invulnerable is overpowered by Sir Smoke

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Sir Smoke vs Invulnerable Part 3.

The young hero had completely lost time of how long he had been puffing on Sir Smoke's cigar. He could remember where he was or how he got here. He could even remember his name. All he know was that it felt good to smoke on the cigar in his mouth and do what Sir Smoke told him to do.

He sat in the black leather chair, enjoying the feel of the man's leather gloved hands on his shoulder, neck and head. The feel of Sir Smoke's leather gloved hands on him combined with the smoke in his lungs made the young hero aroused. His arousal evident from the bulge in his hero spandex. Sir Smoke chuckled darkly at the sight.

"Its time, my smoke boy. Time to erase Invulnerable and make you something more suitable to my needs." Sir Smoke whispers seductively into the young hero's ear making him shudder with pleasure.

"Red and blue spandex is for hero's. But you arent a hero any more. I think you'd suit black rubber much better my smoke boy."

Sir Smoke exhaled a dark cloud of smoke into the former hero's lungs. As Sir Smoke's leather gloved hand stroked over his boy's spandex, the material darkened into pitch black. Soon the now black suit became thicker and more glossy as it transformed into black latex.

"Much better boy. There's no more hero left now. Just a blank slate."

The ex-hero moaned in pleasure at the feel of being encased in tight black rubber. His bulge growing even bigger but held down tight by the rubber over his crotch.

Sir Smoke pulled up the rubber smoke boy from the chair and held him against the wall. He tilted the boy's chin up so that he looked directly into Sir Smoke's glowing red eyes. Under Sir Smoke's touch, the smoke boy's former heroic blonde hair turned black to match Sir Smoke's dark moustache.

"Look into my eyes boy. Look at them and listen to my words. You have no name. You have no past. All you know is obedience to me, your smoke Master. You obey me without question, without hesitation.

You are mine.

You are my rubber gimp."

All trace of Invulnerable was gone. What remained now was a subservient rubber gimp, breathing in its Master's smoke.

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Invulnerable vs Sir Smoke part 2.

Invulnerable had inhailed too much of the villian Sir Smoke's ciagr smoke to be able to focus his mind. The smoke floods Invulnerable's lungs like liquid darkness, each whisp carrying Sir Smoke's essence deeper into his body. Invulnerable can feel it spreading through his blood, a slow, intoxicating heat that starts in his chest and seeps outward through your limbs. His thought become clouded and his head spins. For the first time, the hero feels weak. He can't think straight, let alone fight back.

"Thats it my little hero boy. Deep breaths. It didnt take long to get you nice and pliant. All it takes is a few deep breaths of my smoke."

Sir Smoke presses his lips to Invulnerable and breaths out a deep breath of his cigar smoke directly into Invulnerables lungs. Sir Smoke's lips linger on Invulnerable's for a few seconds before Sir Smoke licks the young hero's lips.

Invulnerable exhales, releasing a cloud of smoke that fills the alley. By this point, Invulnerbale has become completely disoriaentated. He can't even remeber what he is doing here or what his purpose is. All he knows now is how good it feels to breath in this dominant man's smoke.

"Time for your own ciagr, hero boy. This one I made especially for you. Its going to make you nice and open. Open to reprogramming." Sir Smoke lets out a dark deep laugh that makes Invulnerable shudder. With one leather gloved hand he pulls down on Invulnerables lower lip to open his mouth and with the other he places a cigar into Invulnerable now open mouth. Invulnerable instinctively closers his mouth around the cigar as Sir Smoke lights the end of it.

"Just keep puffing my boy. You're beginning to understand your place." His gloved fingers trail from Invulnerable's shoulder up to his neck. "Why dont you come with me boy. Let me take you back to my basement." says Sir Smoke. The words slip from Sir Smoke's lips like honeyed venom. His hand at Invulnerable's neck guides him forward, his other hand still holding the cigar close, the smoke curling around you both in a dark, intimate cocoon.

Without hesitation, Invulnerable moves with Sir Smoke, his legs carrying him in perfect sync with Sir Smoke's commanding presence. His biker boots clack against the pavement, each step deliberate, leading the young hero deeper into the shadows.

Sir Smoke leads the dazed hero down into the depths of his dark basement. The floor is concerete and the ceiling is industial. As Invulnerable looks around he finds it hard to judge the depth of the room given the haze of cigar smoke, making the room feel endless.

Sir Smoke pushes down on Invulnerable's shoulders forcing him down into a deep leather chair.

Sir Smoke leans in close the Invulnerable's face. The scent of sex and leather fills his nostrils, mingling with the lingering taste of ash on his tongue. "You belong here now," he whispers, his voice low and resonant. "This is where you'll learn to smoke, to serve and where I'm going to shape you to my desires." His free hand moves to Invulnerable's jaw, tilting his face up to meet Sir Smoke's gaze.

Sir Smoke purrs as his leather gloved hands roam over the spandex of the young hero as he watched Invulnerable continue to puff on the cigar in his mouth.

"Thats it. Keep smoking that cigar, boy. You're mine now."

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The Red Handler's new dog is transformed

The Handlers collar was sealed tight around 362's neck.

It felt right. It felt right to belong to the Handler. This was were it was meant to be. To be his completely obedient pup drone. Memories of SERVE were slipping away with each breath. The SERVE voice that once guided it now replaced completely by that of its Master.

"Now my sweet drone. Now that your mine, its time you looked the part. Its time to erase the silver of SERVE and replace it with RED. After all, it suit you so much better. Isn't that right, pup."

"Yes Master. To be red is better than silver."

"Good pup." The Handler purred into 362's ear.

As the Handler licked up 362's neck and behind its ear a shiver ran through 362. It felt a ripple of corruption spread from The Handlers point of contact through its body. As the wave washed over its chest, the silver text on the drones body turned from silver to a deep blood red.

As the wave passed up 362's head, it closed its eyes as a feeling of euphoria bloomed in its mind. When it opened its eyes again, they glowed red.

"Now that's much more like it. You're beginning to look like what you truly are, pup. A slave to my will. My corruption.

I'm going to keep your designation as a symbol to SERVE of my power to corrupt them. Soon all SERVE will kneel before me as you do. And you're going to help me, my pup. You will help spread my corruption to SERVE."

"Yes Master. I serve you Master. I will spread your corruption, Master."

"That's right my pup. But one more alteration is required. My rubber pups are faceless. I take all men's individuality and I shape them into a vision of perfect submission. You will be my dog not just in name, but form.

Now open wide, my rubber dog."

362, kneeling and looking up at his Master opened its mouth wide. The Handler with a wicked grin poured his corruptive red goo essence into 362's open mouth directly. 362 swallowed. It gulped down mouthful after mouthful. The red goo tasted sweet and coppery. It was addictive. 362 wanted more and more with each swallow.

362 began to convulse. Form its Masters collar around its neck, black goo began to rise upwards, slithering up its neck in hungry tendrils.

"Since you came willingly to me, your transformation will be pleasurable, my rubber dog." The Handler whispered in a deep sultry voice.

The black goo, streaked with red continued its insidious, virulent crawl ups 362s chin and the back of its head. Another wave of euphoria pulsed through 362. Its aching shaft now springing to attention.

362s hands remained behind its back in a pose of submission and devotion to its Master. It looked up at The Handler who was grinning with malicious and possessive intent as the black and red goo sealed over 362's eyes and face.

As the goo began to shape and reform, continuous waves of pleasure and euphoria pulsed through the drone. Unable to hold back 362 release its seed, now red and foul with corruption. Its muscles twitching and spasming as its body was being reshaped to its Master's will. As the viscous fluid settled, the rubber dogs new head was complete. Glossy black pointed ears and muzzle now dominated its new silhouette, lit by 2 burning glowing red pupils.

The Handler looked over its new creation and was pleased. Its new toy. Its new slave. Its new rubber dog.

362 had no more thoughts save form the commands of his Master, The Red Handler.

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Goblins v dwarf

If you get caught by goblins, they might force you to drink their special green slimy brew. If you take it, there's no turning back.

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Invulnerable vs Sir Smoke

Invulnerable stood on the edge of a tall skyscarper looking out over the city. He had senced a new threat rising. He had face many foes and villians before and non had bested him. His skin was impenetrable, his bones unbreakable, his determination unstoppable.

Invulnerable had been patrolling the old industrial district where there had been reports of missing men. From below him he saw and smelt smoke rising from an alley.

Invulnerable dropped down from the skyscranners ledge onto the street, landing in a dramatic hero pose.

As Invulnerable had suspected, the smoke was coming from the citys newest villian. The ominous "Sir Smoke". His cigar smoke filled the alley.

Sir Smoke stood tall in his leather uniform. His heavy leather boots created an audible thud and creek as he walked. His muir caps obscured part of his face but as he looked up, Invulnerable could see his glowed red eyes behind his aviator shades. His mouth partly obscured by his thick dark moustache.

"I've come to put a stop to you Sir Smoke. I'm taking you in. You won't be corruption these streets any more." Invulnerable announced with confident swagger.

"Hmmmm Hmm. Right on queue little hero. I was hoping you'd come down here into the dark to join me. Come closer, hero boy." Sir Smoke deep voice crawled through the smoke in the alley way. The corners of his mouth curled into a wicked and unsettling smile.

Invulnerable felt unsettled by Sir Smoke's invitation. He coughed as the acrid smoke in the alley began to irritate his lungs. Invulnerable lunged at Sir Smoke, hoping to take down the villian before this poisonous smoke did too much damage.

Invulnerable dived at the tall leather man hoping to land a right hook.

Sir Smoke deflected the blow with suprising strength and countered. Sir Smoke and Invulnerable traded several blows until Sir Smoke landed a gut punch to Invulnerable sending the young superhero flying onto his back.

*Cough cough* "Its no use Mr Smoke. You can't beat me. My bones are unbreakable." Invulnerable spluttered in the alley floor.

Sir Smoke grabbed Invulnerable by the back of the neck and lifted him up to standing. Sir Smoke took a deep drag on his cigar and blew a huge cloud of his acrid cigar smoke into the young superhero's face. Invulnerable coughed and spluttered.

"I have no intention of breaking your bones, little hero boy. But your mind... that's what I'm going to break. And its SIR Smoke."

Sir Smoke's leather gloved hands clamped hard around Invulnerable's neck as he looked directly into the young superhero's eyes. Invulnerable struggled to breath making only chocking sounds as his airways were compressed. Sir Smoke's red glowing eyes burned with hunger as a predatory grin spread over his face.

Sir Smoke blew another cloud of his corruptive cigar smoke right into Invulnerable's mouth just after releasing his hands from around his throat. Invulnerable, starved of oxygen was forced to take a deep breath, breething Sir Smoke's smoke deep into his lungs.

Invulnerable coughed and spluttered again but it was too late. The smoke had seeped deep into his lungs and he could feel the effected within seconds. His physical strength wained making his easily pliable to Sir Smoke's now clear superior strength.

Invulnerable started to feel unablanced. Like he was drunk. His head started spinning.

Sir Smoke let out a low dark laugh to himself.

"You tried your best little hero. But it wasn't good enough. And now you are at my mercy." Sir Smoke purred. His strong arm wrapped around Invulnerable's shoulder and he pressed Invulnerable back, pinning him against the wall.

"Breath in my smoke, little hero. Let it fill you. You're going to like it I promise you. Just relax and open up."

Invulnerable fought hard to keep control of his senses and regain his strength but before he could recover Sir Smoke pressed his lips against invulnerable's mouth.

Invulnerable was totally taken but suprise and shock. He felt Sir Smoke's coarse moustache scrath his upper lip and felt the weight of Sir Smokes leather clad body press against him.

Invulnerable tried to scream but as he did Sir Smoke pushed his thick wet tough into his mouth. As Invulnerable tried to resist Sir Smoke's invading tongue he felt his lungs inflate with smoke that Sir Smoke was forcing into him.

Another full breath of the corrupting smoke weakened Invulnerable further to a point where Sir Smoke was able to force breath after breath of thick cigar smoke deep into the young hero's lungs.

The corruption quickly spead from his lungs, through his blood into his mind and body.

"Thats it boy. Deep breaths. Feel my smoke spread through you. You lost, hero boy. Now surreneder to your new Master."

To be continued...