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Harem of the Sorcerer King

Overlord Series

By Azure/For App

Chapter Six-  Re-Educating and Ravishment of The Adventurer Arche- (Arche Eeb Rile Furt)

She felt the soothing sensation of her walls spreading apart, convulsing explosively around his cock as she clutched her legs around his waist, keeping him pinning her there with his pelvis dynamically bucking forth.

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Some time back when a large gathering of groups of Adventurers were prepared to storm the Tomb of Nazarick and plunder its goods,as ordered by Count Phemel as well as to secure the mission for a decent payoff. Needless to say, it was a foolish endeavour made by a greedy Emperor who knew not the level of power he was dealing with when it came to the likes of the Sorcerer Kingdom. The Lord of the Tomb of Nazarick was not one to be messed with, nor were any of his loyal followers who sought to make an example of those groups of Adventurers who ventured into their Tomb Base. Chaos ensued but the three groups of would-be Heroes who found themselves against overwhelming odds that were nigh impossible to overtake and Ainz Ooal Gown made sure each of his cohorts got to enjoy the torment of their adversaries for as long as possible while he was dealing with his group of Adventurers down in the Amphitheatre in one of the Floors. They were a group of four Adventurers known as ‘Foresight’ and they knew right away that they were in over their heads and hopelessly outmatched when coming face to face to Ainz. While it wasn’t like him to be completely merciless against foolhardy Adventurers when they could be a boon of wealth and resources for his Kingdom, Ainz had to make an example of them just as his Floor Guardians were when it came to the others foolishly fighting for their lives in the belief they could win at all. In Foresight, there were two women and two men with one being a Priest while the other three were standard fighters ranging from a Swordsman to a Spellcaster with the half-elf woman being an Archer. While the prospect of taking both women into his growing harem of broodmares-to-be, Ainz only had mild interest in one of them and it was the petite Magic Caster named Arche Eeb Rile Furt. However, Ainz spared all of them after thoroughly humiliating them in a battle using simply his fists and overwhelming might, rendering their abilities worthless in the wake of the Lord of Nazarick.

Once they had lost consciousness, Ainz got to work telepathically communicating to his Floor Guardians and all the forces they controlled such as the Undead Soldiers at his command to spare any and all Adventurer females while leaving whatever remaining males alive for he had a plan in mind for them to be useful to him in the near future. He walked over the crumbled forms of the male members of this particular Adventurer team and found himself looking down at the beautiful face of the half-Elf woman he learned was named ‘Imina’ and then darted his skull over to loom over the battered form of the petite Magic Caster named Arche. He cradled his bony chin within his hand as he pondered how best to filter out the weaker ones  from the more ‘qualified’ crop of females in the groups of Adventurers his followers defeated upstairs. He had just gotten word that all of them were alive and left rendered unconscious, with the exception of a trio of Elven women who had been physically abused slaves of one incredibly arrogant Adventurer who Hamsuke easily killed in battle. Ainz didn’t know quite what to do with them just yet, but behind the glowing red eyes of his Skull face, Ainz had a plan to see which would be worthy to join his harem’s ranks and join him in bed to be bred with his heirs.

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“Hmmmnhm, you are quite fortunate. I am more than just an all-powerful Lord who would crush any and all opposition under my heel, young lady. You’ll prove useful to me yet and that goes double for any among your numbers that are female. The men, I couldn’t care less about, but they should provide good sport if nothing else.” Ainz said to himself, remaining in his Lich form as he stood over Arche and Imina’s unconscious bodies before turning away and snapping his fingers when calling for one of his Floor Guardians to be summoned. “Come, Demiurge, take these four and put them into the cells down below and have Cocytus wrangle as many warrior Undead as he could muster for the Amphitheatre here. I want to test their mettle and amuse myself from some enjoyable sport while I weed out which women among the group of ‘Workers’ there are who’d be worthy to join the ranks of my broodmare Mistresses. Have Aura also arrange for some of the more wild, mindless beasts she has on her floor for they will provide sport by making these fools fight for their lives. I believe I’ll have Neuronis implant a few low-level Cerebral parasites into their brains so that they obey my every command to fight and not give in to the temptation of ending their own lives before we can begin.~” 

Over the telepathic channels of voices of other Floor Guardians in his head, Ainz heard his faithful Number Two, Demiurge, respond first.

“Of course, at once, my lord. This’ll be quite an interesting spectacle indeed. Hehehehe.~” Demiurge responded in his usual whimsical, analytical manner while Ainz heard the others speak up after him.

“At once, Lord Ainz..! I’ve got a slew of Self Propagating Mimics who can take on the forms of the most dangerous beasts alive to face the so-called challengers head on. I’m not afraid they’ll be able to kill them, but I don't want to take chances and go berserk on the captives if they get a lucky shot in. You understand, right, your grace?~” Aura asked, chuckling nervously, for she did not want to risk the health of her beloved Beasts. Not when some Adventurers could be considered ‘strong’ in a sense that they’d be able to kill some and she considers all of the dangerous monsters to be her friends.

“Of course, Aura. Do what you must.  I don't believe our new prisoners will be that strong anyway, but I digress, I sense some potential in a few of them that could be nurtured. And besides, I require healthy, capable females for my plans. That’ll be all. Report to me once all of them are secured inside of their cells.~” Ainz added, hearing them all comply as each and every Floor Guardian on the Floors of Nazarick got to work checking to see if there were any survivors.

“Yes, Lord Ainz..!~” They all chimed in unison as the Telepathy cut-off, ending its function now that Ainz disconnected it and eyed the unconscious group of Foresight once again. He heard Albedo speak up from behind as she kept her Casting Rod in her hands, eying the women with some obvious disdain.

“These particular specimens for your…needs, Lord Ainz, hardly seem worth sparing if you ask me. Would it not be better that we kill them instead of giving them a chance to survive? I understand that you’re looking for ‘Qualified’ females to breed with, but these paltry Adventurers couldn’t even so much as scratch you let alone seem useful given their pitiful display earlier. Forgive me if I’m speaking out of turn, I am just…wanting only what’s best for you, my Lord.” Albedo, his ever-voluptuous Succubus and right-hand woman, said while bowing her head. As much as Ainz wanted to slake his lust and sire more heirs with the potential to inherit his magical abilities and become powerful in the future with his female Guardians, he felt it’d be better to test the waters first with regular humans. Plus, he was sure that Albedo and Shalltear would fight each other constantly for his attention if he made moves on his rather beautiful cohorts. Even Lupusregina Beta and Yuri Alpha qualified in his eyes to be breed, just the same as Narberal and the other Pleiades. 

But friction was all too likely if he did that and thus, staved off the idea for now.

“Worry not, Albedo. I trust that our prisoners will at least provide some excellent sport and entertainment and besides, my experiment must yield results given that I’ve only sired children with less than six women thus far. I seek potential in genetics and latent magical abilities, there’ll come a time later when I seek it out in….all of you who serve me. Namely, you, and every other female Guardian within my ranks, but for now…I desire to do this. That’ll be all, Albedo, look forward to that idea of your inclusion in due time.~” Ainz said, making Albedo bristle with excitement as she became redder than a tomato upon hearing that update in his plans.Her dark, feather wings flapped wildly around to show how eager she was to engage in the idea and she rapidly nods her head like an exuberant  child before bowing it again.

“Y-yes, my lord..! I’ll get them ready at once..! Eeeee..!~” She squealed excitedly and turned around to start casting Teleportation Magic Circles underneath each unconscious Adventurer in the room all while imagining herself sporting a swollen belly containing Ainz’s child he made with her. Such a thought never entered her mind before until he first shifted his form from Elder Lich to a muscular human with a very impressive anatomy. ‘Lord Ainz and I…having children..! Ooohh! I’ll make sure this experiment is seen through to the end…so that I may have my time with Lord Ainz..! Mnghghh! I can’t wait! Can-not-wait..!~’

As Albedo and the others got to work transporting the remaining survivors into their Cells directly on one of the lower Floors of Nazarick, while also stripping them of any weaponry they have in the process, Ainz pondered on a multitude of things starting with where to put the trio of Elves as well as how well the petite Magic Caster he bested could adjust to the conditions he set for their stay. 

‘She could sense the strength of my level….and while she made an embarrassment of herself by puking on the ground out of fright of seeing my overwhelming power, she has potential to be greater and perhaps gift me with a very magical child. The other women I have didn’t seem to possess such latent abilities aside from Lakyus. My palate for women and their genetic potential to provide  me with worthy heirs is diverse and I see great promise in this one. I shall see to it she doesn’t end her own life and that goes for the others as well, namely the women.~’ Ainz thought cruelly as he left the Amphitheatre and got to work setting up this floor to be every prisoner’s combat arena in a short amount of time.

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A little while later…

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“Mnnghh….ooogh…am I…alive somehow? W-w-wha….? Ohh..!!” A shrill, cute female voice spoke out in an alarmed tone at the end of her sentence as she bolted upright from her resting spot. It was Arche and she was bereft of all her Adventurer gear such as her clothing and Staff, only wearing a set of humble prisoner rags that let her legs be seen and parts of her upper body exposed such as her armpits and backside. Her chest was still thankfully covered up, albeit with a flimsy set of rags, but she was far from settled as she got up and realized she was inside of a Cell. “Guuhh..! That’s right, I remember now…! We….lost…got thoroughly devastated by that…t-t-that lord. Ainz Ooal Gown..he’s..t-t-t-too frighteningly powerful, b-b-but why take me prisoner?” 

She asked this aloud to herself, only to hear a familiar set of voices speaking out from beyond her Cell’s barred walls which made her feel a flicker of hope inside of her chest.

“Arche..! Is that you…?!” One male voice, her leader  Hekkeren, yelled out as he grabbed onto the bars of his Cell from the other end down the hall of Cell-walled rooms they were in. They were obviously in a dungeon and made into prisoners for the overwhelmingly powerful denizens of the Great Tomb of Nazarick who defeated them. 

Upon hearing her Leader’s voice, a desperate Arche grabbed onto her Cell wals as well and shook it violently as she called out back to him.

“Y-yes! I’m here! Hekkeran! Where are you..!? This place..is so dark, I can barely make out anything…not even with these weak candles lighting the hallway! Did you see Imina and Roberdyck anywhere?!” She called out to him, only to hear the voice of the former weakly speak back as she also awoke from inside of her Cell wearing the same kind of ragged clothing Arche wore.

“I’m here..! Thank Goodness you’re alright, the both of you. I…feared we would’ve been killed horribly or tortured when that monstrous Lord defeated us so easily back there. Given what we’ve seen, I think being dead might’ve been better and it is obvious they’re not going to be anything less than inhumane to all of their captives.” Imina let out in a tired, weak voice as she slunk against the surface of her Cell’s barred front date, catching the faint glimpse of Arche right across from her in the Hallway of their dungeon and heard the faint voice of their leader further to the right. 

“Y-yeah, b-but we survived…and I think a lot of the others did too. They’ve obviously got some kind of scheme in mind if they’ve decided to spare us then imprison us down here. I doubt we’re even a threat to them if we consider escaping somehow, given how powerful they all are. I woke up a bit earlier and heard one of those…Floor Guardians..speak to another about the numbers of us who survived…and it's roughly less than half of what there was when we first arrived at this place.” Hekkeran pointed out, making Imina and Arche pale  a bit as the latter saw that she was also standing atop a painted Anti-Magic circle below. It had been made on the floor to circumvent any possible Spellcasting she might do even without the aid of her Staff. 

Just then, they heard the voice of their last member, Roberdyck Goltron the Cleric, coming from somewhere on the other side of Hekkeran.

“Oh…I would have prayed to the Lord Almighty a thousand times if only for you three to escape this travesty, but I am glad you are all alive. Pardon me for not speaking up sooner, but I was up before all of you about several hours ago and have just now woke up for a much-needed nap. This place…is riddled with Anti-Magic seals that drain your Mana and exhaust you physically just by presence alone.” The man said, earning a look of relief on the faces of the girls and a grin on Hekkeran’s face.

“Roberdyck…!” Imina and Arche said in unison, almost on the verge of tears as the man went on with a grim tone in his voice.

“However…I’m afraid I have some bad news to share with all of you which involves the number of survivors they have spared….” He went on and the elated tones in each female’s voice dialed down as they listened intently while remaining close to their Cells. “...I heard from one of them speaking that they said they plan to use us…for sport..in some kind of bloody, gladiatorial competition and take in only the winners of each bloody bout…who are female. The men…can die for all they care and what’s worse is that they implanted something within each of us to prevent us from taking our own lives.”

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“W-w-what…!? W-why only women…?! Or is that reason as disgusting as I think it’ll be?” Arche guessed, hearing only a weary sigh from Roberdyck while Imina grew paler as she clutched her mouth within her hands, feeling ready to vomit.

“Bggrutt! I believe I’m going to be sick, what kind of twisted evil is all this…!? We cannot kill ourselves to escape this madness and what’s worse is that they have some vile plan in mind for any female victors..!? T-t-this is outrageous!” Imina yelled out and Hekkeran nodded in agreement before he spoke up as well.

“Yeah…and who knows when they’ll begin with this bloodsport sadism. If it means you two get something out of this like a chance to escape or survive in this hellish place in more amenable means then I would let you kill me in combat when they start.” Hekkeran states nobly, only to hear protests of incredulousness from both Imina and Arche.

“Leader..!” Imina cried out.

“No way we’re doing this, Hekkeran! We’re all getting out of here together!” Arche states boldly till a fourth, new voice spoke up.

“I don't think so, my dear. You are all going to be heading out now to the Arena and competing in today’s bloody first bout against each other for the amusement of the Great One as well as to see which among the females is worthy of his divine attention. Hehe.~” A suave, curt voice spoken in a truly analytical fashion spoke up and it compelled all four of them to see the tall, winged ‘Devilish’ Floor Guardian Demiurge as he suddenly appeared in the middle of the hallway.

Imina let out a gasp of horror and bolted backwards into her cell while Roberdyck and Hekkeran grabbed the front bars of their respective cells tightly with angered looks on their faces. Arche simply stood there, paling in fright for she could easily sense the power of this Demonic person even without her staff on-hand. Ainz Ooal Gown was the strongest, most sublime foe they’ve ever faced and this man wasn’t all that much weaker than he was. Granted, there was a great difference in power between them, but even Demiurge’s ungodly strength was too much for Arche to bear as she looked at  him from afar.

Just then, he turned his head over in her direction, making her yelp in front before stumbling back.

“Heheh, no need to be afraid, young Spellcaster. You’ll not be hurt, at least not by me nor our other floor Guardians. We have explicit orders to simply transport  you to the coliseum Amphitheatre above to begin your combat display. You’ll all be given standard fair weapons such as swords and shields and will fight the other prisoners to the death or near-death with hopefully one of you standing above the others in victory. This is especially important for the females since Lord Ainz happens to be looking for ‘worthy ones’ to be joining him, if you please the Great One considerably, he’ll reward you in a very generous way.~” Demiurge explained, leaving a bit of hope sparking from inside of Arche and Imina’s hearts till their faces turned sour upon seeing the expressions on their male teammates. “Just know that you’ll still be property of Lord Ainz even if you are allowed to return to the surface to greet your family and such, You’ll always remain here regardless, and it is in your best interests to please him considerably.~”

“And just what…category…would we be pleasing him? You haven’t specified that part…although I am afraid to ask in case it was obvious.” Imina asked, hearing only a snide chuckle from Demiurge’s lips as he refused to answer the question and simply snapped his fingers to make a series of Magical Teleportation circles appear underneath each member's feet.

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“That’ll be explained later by the great one. Now on with the lot of you, do your best if you wish to savor some degree of happiness amid this new life you have forged for yourselves upon entering the Great Tomb of Nazarick.~” *