Transcript Start<br /><br />Throughout the Empire and beyond, Daemons and Monsters alike prowled the lands sowing chaos and wherever they lurked. All for the service of the Dark Lord they all served with unquestioning loyalty.<br /><br />From Succubi to Cursed Swords, the myriad horde of nefarious creatures come in many forms that differ wildly in size and function. Some existed as benign off-shoots of their more aggressive cousins while others served to spread their Lord&#8217;s influence through subterfuge and espionage.<br /><br />But out of the bunch, the Magic Hands remain as one of the most mysterious aspects in the world. Some claim them to be a pawn of Daemonkind while others suspect them to be nothing more than aberrants of nature; conjured forth from the spirits of magic practitioners that lingered in the flow of Mana. But for an easier time classifying them, scholars had simply chosen to label them as simple Monsters.<br /><br />Existing as nothing more than a swarm of disembodied arms, the Magic Hands side with neither side in the ongoing conflict, instead making dens in caves and abandoned towns. As light as a feather and having no defense, it was easy to obliterate a Magic Hand if the need arose. Which would leave most wondering why the Empire had classified them a grave threat never to be taken lightly.<br /><br />It was their touch.<br /><br />With a simple touch, the Magic Hand could apply an extremely powerful Transmogrification spell that no one, not even the Daemons themselves, have been able to harness fully. While they moved slowly and were easy to cut down, facing down a swarm was another question entirely, made worse in open spaces where one needed to keep their guard up at all times until they were sure the entire population in any nest was eliminated. A job best left to mages who could blast an entire area with scorching flames to instantly reduce the horde to cinders.<br /><br />But if anyone were to make the foolish mistake of underestimating the Magic Hand, the outcome would vary wildly, with a small number of reports to reinforce the terror of their power. Maidens reduced to simple minded frogs with no hint of humanity, knights into eldery wastrels with no memory or strength to wield a sword. Many have fallen to the might of the Magic Hand.<br /><br />Take for instance; Leonard, a village born warrior that had joined the Empire looking for fame and glory in the war against the Dark Lord. Reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess when he&#8217;d been sent to investigate a string of disappearances in the former town of Nelleon.<br /><br />By the time a specialist team had been sent against the confirmed existence of a Magic Hand infestation, Leonard and the rest of his squad were barely recognizable, the only things that clued them in to the former Knight Captain out of the bunch being the dirty blonde hair and chocolate brown skin of the buxom woman in bondage, her buxom body twisting and twitching in ecstasy as the Magic Hand&#8217;s that held her captive stroked and probed at her sensitive breasts while teasing her dripping snatch with tender strokes.<br /><br />A proud member for a sputtering vagina, abundant muscles replaced with tender flesh and jiggling fat, chiselled frame for curvy hips, flat rear for a hearty ass, unparalleled skill with the sword traded for skill with handling a man's dick and a strategic but brash mind emptied out for joyous servitude eager for the next orgasm.<br /><br />Let the fate of Leonard be a lesson for all, to never attempt to face down a Magic Hand in the wild no matter how harmless they appear, for you never know when more might appear or what they have in store for the unlucky soul that happens upon them&#8230;<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br />Just a short caption to take a break on<br /><br />Image by Rtil :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://twitter.com/xtilxtil">twitter.com/xtilxtil</a>