Cherry felt the sickness inside of her stomach grow larger and larger as people began to file in. There were a handful of people she recognised - the Duchess of Arwier, a noblewoman who owned an enormous plot of land just outside the castle. Princess Sonia, the heir to a neighbouring kingdom that had been allied to Cherry’s for as long as she could remember. And the head Pontiff, Madame Rosemary, an older woman with a stern gaze who oversaw the royal family’s official functions. She was the one who was originally going to oversee Cherry’s own coronation. There were countless others who she recognised from various events and meetings, even if she couldn’t connect a name to the face. 

Not that any of them specifically mattered. It was the utter shame Cherry felt, reconnecting with people who knew her as the proud and virtuous princess. This would be her first “public” appearance since the attack. By now it felt like aeons ago, when she was supposed to reinforce the kingdom’s barriers against hostile forces. But instead, the most dangerous foe they could conceive of had shown up at her door, and her willpower had slowly been stripped away. 

Valia and Jinta stood next to Zenith. Valia looked powerful and domineering, her armour clearly noting that she was in charge. Jinta by comparison was a total unrefined mess. Her latex maid uniform was scuffled and her hair was unkempt, and it looked like she was struggling to stay focused. Cherry wondered if the guests would even know who the pair were, considering neither of them were as prolific in the public eye. But status aside, neither of them wore the most eye catching outfits in the room.

While all of the guests looked distinct from each other in their own ways, one commonality between them all were their reactions. Eyes bulging, mouth agape, whispering to the people next to them as they filled out the room. Cherry didn’t know who was drawing more attention from the audience - her mother, big tittied and barely clothed, her massive cock poking out under her robes as she knelt beside the throne, or herself, dressed in a shiny purple and orange jester’s outfit covered with bells that jingled every time she moved. She felt the condescending gaze as the crowd stared at her, their former princess. 

Cherry found herself frozen in place. Not by magic, at least not this time, but by her own humiliation. Which was probably for the best, because if she’d been able to move she probably would’ve curled up in a ball in the corner.

“Welcome, welcome everyone! Please, find your places.” Zenith’s voice echoed throughout the room, commanding the attention of everyone at once. I’m glad you could all make it to this lovely ceremony. I know you’ve been wondering what’s been going on in the castle, and what’s happened to the royal family, and I’m so eager to show them off.”

The way she spoke about them was infuriating. Cherry hated the notion that she and her loved ones were being shown off like trophies, but she was far past the point of being able to protest. She silently braced herself for the inevitable moment when she would be in the spotlight, her humiliation fully exposed in front of her people. 

Zenith shared no such reservations with her own boundless enthusiasm. “First of all, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Zenith, although you’re welcome to call me Mistress, Empress, Your Highness, Mommy, or any combination thereof. I would suggest finding a title you’re comfortable with, considering that from today onwards I’m going to officially be the Ruler of this quaint little empire.”

There was an eerie silence across the crowd. Nobody knew how to respond. Not that Cherry could blame them, given the circumstances. Even though she had no idea what Zenith had been telling the Kingdom during her imprisonment, or how much of the truth she had shared, there was no conceivable explanation 

“What about Queen Meredith? Where’s the royal family?”

Cherry had been through absolute hell since being captured. She’d endured countless torments and humiliations that she had never thought possible. She had assumed her spirit was broken, wrung out, with nothing left to give. And yet, that simple question from a faceless member of the crowd broke a part of her that Cherry didn’t know she still had. Because although people were looking at her and her mother, nobody even recognised who they were. 

That was how far she’d fallen. From a Princess and guardian of the realm to something so pitiful she couldn’t even be recognised.

Zenith wagged her finger at the crowd. “Aren’t you a bunch of ungrateful subjects? Don’t you know the face of your own ruler? Say hello to your former Queen, everyone.” Zenith gestured towards Meredith, letting the crowd bask in the reveal. “You may remember her as kind hearted, wise, and always doing her best for the people of the realm. Now she has… other priorities. Isn’t that right darling?”

Naturally, Meredith was casually stroking her cock during the speech, paying little heed to the onlookers. She perked up upon hearing her name. “Huh? Are you done with all the boring talking stuff? I want to fuck already.” There was a gasp from the crowd, and Cherry winced as the inevitable recognition started to hit.

“Soon my dear, soon enough. There’s a bit of business to attend to first.” Zenith walked next to the former Queen and stood at her side, the two of them facing the crowd. “Can you say what you used to do and why you aren’t doing it anymore?”

“Playing with my boobs? Well this morning it was fun, but you told me we needed to-”

“No no, not that. Before I arrived. These people want to hear about your old responsibilities.”

Meredith made a face like a child with a mouthful of vegetables. “Eugh, that was so annoying. Everyone kept saying I had to fix things for them and do the important stuff. But not anymore!”  A dazed expression of contentedness broke out across Meredith's face. “Now you have to be the one in charge to solve the problems, and I can have fun all day. I don’t know why more people don’t try it.”

There were cries of protests and a wave of murmurs from the audience, which were quickly drowned out by Zenith’s chuckles. “I don’t know either. But there you have it folks, your lovely Queen is no longer interested in holding the crown. Instead, this ceremony is to formally take my place as the new head of the throne, and give you all a taste of what’s to come of your silly little empire.” She clapped her hands together. “But Meredith here isn’t the only one who’s gone through some changes! I’m sure you’re all wondering what happened to the tough and powerful Princess, who was formerly next in line to the throne.”

Cherry felt a lump rise in her throat. Her blood ran cold as she sensed what was coming. It was her time, the moment she would be center stage of it all. “Princess Cherry has found a new way to keep everyone happy. Let’s give a big round of applause to the new court Jester!”

One person began clapping, but quickly stopped when they realised they were the only one. The lights dimmed, and a magical beam shone down on Cherry, making her stand out even amongst all the chaos. The light reflected off of her latex outfit, highlighting the bright orange and purple material. Cherry instinctively flinched at the attention. Her movements caused the bells to jingle, ringing out into the silence.

“Come on. Introduce yourself Cherry, make us laugh.” Zenith’s words were pointed and deliberate, and every syllable dripped with her cruelty. Cherry thought of all the years she’d spent preparing to rule the empire. All she’d ever wanted was to be a protector, a role model for the realm and a hero for her people to look up to. Someone that could inspire the peasants to be brave and kind. And Cherry thought she had been rather good at it, her skills with a blade and magic both speaking for themselves whenever she needed to fight.

But that time was long ago now. Before her original ceremony, before Zenith had arrived, before everything changed. Now she just thought of the agony of being trapped in her cell, watching Bellwyn submit to their enemy. She thought of all the ways Zenith had humiliated her while breaking her spirit, putting her through days of endless teasing hell and not even accepting her surrender. Cherry even thought about Valia’s betrayal, and how she didn’t even know which was worse - if she was being forcibly mind controlled or if she wasn’t.

There was a time when Cherry would’ve fought back to maintain some amount of her pride. But that part of her had been stamped out long ago. Now her only mission was to hope Zenith would grow bored of playing with her. And the only way to do that was through utter submission.

“H-hi everyone, I’m Cherry! I hope I ca-ca-can make everyone smile and laugh today.” She stumbled over her words, a painfully forced smile on her face. Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes. She thought about how utterly pitiful it must look, but she also knew she had to keep going. “What did one hat say to the other? You wait here, I’m going a-head!”

She knew it wouldn’t get the desired reaction. She didn’t even know what reaction she desired. It didn’t change the fact that the single awkward cough from the audience stung deeply.

Zenith was quick to take over again. “Now, we all know how your former Princess struggles with simple tasks like this. She’s still learning the ropes, and we can give her some credit for trying. But for now, how about we move onto something a little easier to manage?” She clapped her hands, and a large orb of light appeared in front of her. In it was a silhouette of a human torso, one that Cherry had grown all too horribly familiar with. Even before it became clear she knew it would have a disturbingly realistic pussy and breasts, horribly swollen and dripping from countless edges. A set of genitals that matched the blank unresponsive parts of her own body. It was the talisman that hosted a portion of her real body.

“Wouldn’t you know it? Your former Princess’s private parts are on full display here, a wonderful sight I’m sure. No doubt you’ve all fantasised about seeing her nude before. I’m afraid this exhibit is going to be hands off for the moment, as she’s currently in the midst of a rather delicate procedure. But you’re welcome to laugh along with her at this!”

As Zenith finished talking, a host of magical feathers manifested inside the orb, surrounding her talisman. Cherry instinctively winced, because she knew what they meant. She hated the feathers. The tickling wasn’t her least favourite punishment, but it was certainly up there. Zenith, of course, shared no such reluctance towards them. “Let’s see if our little Jester here can make you laugh this way!”

The assault on her privates commenced. As the feathers began tracing her lips, Cherry burst out in a fit of laughter. She gasped for breath as they tickled her vulva, her clit, her erect nipples. And of course there was nothing she could do to protect herself. By now Cherry was all too familiar with how clenching her thighs and curling up into a ball would do nothing to protect herself. As far as her punishment was concerned, her body was fully exposed with her legs spread wide apart.

What was new to her this time was the sounds her outfit made. While Cherry was wildly convulsing in place, her rubber outfit was making plenty of loud squeaking sounds, and the bells adorning her body were inescapable. In particular she felt the ones on her nipples jiggling around with her, although the bells on her hat were the most audible to her. She knew what this was - an exercise in humiliation, to show her off at her lowest. And there was nothing Cherry could do about it.

Once the tickling finally stopped, much to Cherry’s dismay, she found she wasn’t the only one laughing. A good number of crowd members had joined in, seemingly finding amusement in her suffering. She noticed Princess Sonia was doing her best to hide her snickering, but she was doing a poor job of it. However, there was one cackle of laughter in particular that stood out above the rest, one that made no effort to be subtle or pretend to be something else. It was the hideous laughter of Jinta.

The new maid took utter delight in watching Cherry squirm. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen! Serves you right for being such a stuck up bitch, doesn’t it?”

When it came to Zenith, Cherry had already resigned herself to defeat. She had no energy left to fight back. But with Jinta? For whatever reason, her cousin's words sparked a new flame of motivation, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. But this time it was fueled by anger.

“What the hell is wrong with you? I have been nothing but kind to you, I put up with your bullshit far longer than anyone else would, and now you’re in just as bad a situation as I am. We should be working together now.” Cherry was utterly seething at this point. “And this is what I get as thanks? You being even more of a pain in my ass than usual?”

“You expect me to thank you?” Jinta’s amusement turned to rage in a heartbeat. “Do you have ANY idea what hell I’ve been through? You were locked up in the dungeon, away from these total cunts, with some easy relaxing pleasure. I’ve been in constant suffering, agony you wouldn’t believe, and the goddamned endless orgasms that JUST. WON’T. STOP.”

Although Jinta was screaming at her, Cherry was only galvanised further. Maybe it was the frustration at the whole situation. She couldn’t take her anger out on Zenith herself, so it was possible she was subconsciously channeling it towards someone more vulnerable. And maybe Jinta was doing the same thing. Even knowing that, Cherry didn’t give a damn about what was right or wrong when it came to her cousin. 

“You think I’ve had it easy?” Her magic was severely weakened, and she didn’t know if it was even still possible for her. Regardless, she put all of her energy into conjuring the simplest of flame spells. “How about you come over here and I’ll show you-”

“ENOUGH.” Valia’s voice echoed through the hall, commanding instant silence. “Despite everything, you two are here to welcome your new Queen, and fill your new roles in the palace. Not air your petty squabbles for all to see.”

Cherry felt herself blush at the chastisement. Which was illogical, considering how far she’d already debased herself, but there was very little logic remaining in her world. Surprisingly, it was Zenith who came to her rescue. “I don’t know, I think their squabbles are somewhat entertaining. And what is a Jester for if not entertainment?” She let the question hang in the air for a moment. “Since it is my special day, I think we can have these two be the main event. But it’s going to look a little different.”

Zenith waved her hands, and the pieces of her plan fell into place. Cherry found herself on the centre stage of the throne room, gently moved to the left side while Jinta went to the right. She felt a wave of despair as her talisman floated over to the right side as well. However, she understood what was happening when another similar talisman floated towards herself. Another humanoid torso with a perfectly lifelike pussy at the bottom. Jinta’s.

“Despite everything, both of you have at least accepted your new roles. That’s something worth commending at least. And so, I’m giving both of you the chance to help each other out.” The bubble around the talisman faded, and it dropped right into Cherry’s lap. She now had full unrestricted access to Jinta’s cunt. And from what she could see, Jinta was the same for her own. Zenith was making sweeping dramatic gestures to the crowd, working her metaphorical magic to set the scene. “Both of you have been suffering in different ways. Cherry, the darling Princess, has been kept on the edge of an orgasm for so very long now. I’m sure she’s just craving something, anything, to push her over and give her that sweet release.”

She swept her arm towards Jinta. “And meanwhile, the former second in line to the crown has been getting to cum more often than any of you could imagine. Why, I’d wager that since she started she’s had more orgasms than most of you will have in your entire life. Now there’s nothing she wants more than a calm, relaxing, simple affair to take her down.” Zenith turned towards the pair with a wicked and cruel expression. “I’m giving you both free reign to do as you wish. No tricks, no manipulation, no punishments for your actions. Consider it a reward for volunteering for this grand ceremony.”

Cherry could hardly believe what she was hearing. With Zenith, there was always a catch. That was something she’d learned the hard way. But what could be the catch this time? What was there to gain from trickery? She examined the cunt in front of her. In a word, it looked worn. It was obvious even at a glance how much it had been used and abused. Cherry wondered what her own looked like - swollen, throbbing, desperate for attention. That was what it felt like at any rate.

She was mad at Jinta, but maybe they could set aside their differences, at least for now? Cherry knew that she was ready to do just about anything to be able to cum, so if her cousin was just as desperate in her own way, at least maybe they could help each other out. It was a comforting thought in the chaos.

That thought lasted for all of five seconds before she felt a sharp flick on her clitoris.

“Ow, fuck! Jinta, what the hell was that?”

“Huh, Zenith wasn’t lying. You’re totally soaked down here. She really hasn’t let you cum at all? Seeing it here is almost enough to make me think you got the worse end of the deal.” She gave another sharp flick on the clit. “Almost.”

“You fucking…” Cherry wasn’t even sure how she wanted to respond. “Jinta, please. I’m begging you. Is that what you want me to hear? Please, just make me cum. I need this.”

“Hmm, you do make a compelling case.” Jinta plunged her fingers deep into Cherry’s cunt, but kept them stationary. “You can’t even grind on them, can you? You’re totally stuck here, and at my mercy.” She let out another hideous laugh. “So no, I don’t think you’ll be coming today. I’m really excited to see how close I can make you get though.”

Once again, her hopes were crushed. Jinta was too far wrapped up in her own anger to think clearly. But Cherry also had access to Jinta’s cunt, and she was ready to fight dirty for a change. “Oh yeah? Well if you’ve got it so much worse I’d hate to deprive you of that title. After all, you did always look for excuses to blame your failures on.” Before Jinta could respond, Cherry dove her face into the talisman’s pussy. She held nothing back. No foreplay, no warming up, just her tongue aggressively mashing her folds and sucking on the clit. This was the last way she’d ever expected to use her oral skills, but damn if she didn’t enjoy putting them to good use.

“Ow! Fuck, Cherry, no you can’t- DAMN IT!” Jinta struggled to find her own words, and Cherry felt a smug satisfaction grow as the teasing on her own folds paused. “Fuck you. If that’s how it’s going to be then you’re going to wish Zenith still had this.” Jinta began again, slower and more deliberate, making an effort to tease Cherry as gently as possible. 

From her perspective, it looked like Jinta was gently making love to a perverse sex toy. A pathetic desperate maid treating something so deviant as if it was a lover. But Cherry knew that she didn’t look any better, a fetish Jester furiously masturbating a sex toy of her own. Only the two of them could know how it felt. Cherry rammed her fingers in and out of Jinta’s cunt, curling inwards and focusing on areas where she got a reaction. It didn’t take long before a spurt of juices exploded on her hand, and Cherry just kept going without so much as acknowledging the orgasm.

Only as intense as she was going, it was met with a soft and tender sensation that wasn’t nearly the sort of treatment she wanted. She felt Jinta tracing circles in her vulva, and she was unable to speed up or move deeper. Just as she was getting used to it she felt a pair of hands massaging her breasts, and then she felt a soft kiss on her folds. It was a horrible cycle - for as much as she was giving she was getting even less, but that was a sacrifice she had to make in order to get back at Jinta.

The rhythm was interrupted by a cry out from the audience of civilians. “Oh my gods, what is she doing?” At first Cherry assumed it was something Jinta had tried. Upon looking around, however, she noticed that it was her own mother that had drawn the crowd's attention. Meredith’s enormous cock was fully on display, and she had no shame about stroking it at full force in front of everyone. She groped her breast and let out a slutty moan as she watched Cherry and Jinta’s performance.

“Oh, you were so right Zenith! This is fun to watch.” She slowed down for a moment as she looked up at the deviant witch. “Wait, it’s okay for me to mastu-marsu-touch myself now, right?” It pained Cherry to see the once proud Queen ask for permission with such earnesty.

“Of course dear, go right ahead. After all, that’s what you’re good for now, isn’t it?” Zenith walked over to the throne itself, the one composed of Bellwyn’s latex clad encased body. “Don’t mind me, I’m just here for the show. All of you are welcome to enjoy yourselves as you wish.” She sat down on the throne, nestling onto Bellwyn’s legs as the squeak of rubber filled the room. “That goes for everyone, including audience members. You’re allowed to indulge yourselves here, all I ask is that you remain in the designated area. We wouldn’t want to interrupt the stars now, would we.”

Although she was curious to see whether the audience would take her up on that offer, Cherry didn’t have the luxury of getting distracted. Jinta was already right back to edging her. She was wound up to the edge of an orgasm, so close to finally getting the release she craved, and then Jinta would back off and wait for her to come down again. Cherry had no idea how she managed to get so expertly close. 

It was beyond frustrating being so entrenched in eroticism and not being able to properly participate in any of it. The squeaking sound of rubber, the tight material hugging her skin, jester bells ringing out everywhere,the moans coming directly from others… she had to admit, there was a lot of stuff that she would’ve enjoyed. If she was able to climax it might even have been a fan. But instead the notion of being so close to the action yet still not able to get any satisfaction from it simply fuelled her anger. Luckily, there was a perfect outlet for her to take her anger out on in her lap. Cherry made sure to show Jinta’s pussy no mercy, going full force with her fingers and tongue longer than she thought her own endurance would last. It was some combination of stubbornness and anger that kept her going.

“Ooh, that’s hot, keep going girls!” Cherry flinched at her mother’s words of encouragement. It sounded nurturing and caring, almost like the woman she respected and loved so much. But Meredith's mind was completely gone. She had both hands wrapped around her cock and was furiously pumping up and down, streams of precum providing ample lube for the scenario. Cherry tried not to look at her, but it was difficult to avoid staring. Her massive breasts heaved back and forth with each movement, and her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer blue fabric. She was a lustful pig, utterly devoid of the grace she was once known for. Cherry almost felt envious of the way her shame had been cast aside, and how she was fully able to enjoy the moment without worries.

Meredith grunted, and a hot stream of cum spurted across the room. It covered herself, the floor, and even parts of where Cherry and Jinta were busy. She continued stroking herself through the climax, albeit at a slower pace, and Cherry could hear her pants of relief. She also noticed that some of the onlookers were taking Zenith up on her offer to get feisty. None of them were outright fucking, but a good number were getting handsy with themselves or eachother at the spectacle. Some subtly, others more obviously. Cherry took it as her sign to pull out all the stops.

She clenched her hand into a fist. Cherry heard her cousin cry out in shock as it entered her sopping cunt, which only motivated her to go harder. Although she’d never tried fisting before, Cherry figured there was no one who better deserved such a rough treatment. Naturally, this was met with the feeling of something sucking hard on her clit. Just for a second, enough to make her crave more, but not enough to satisfy her.

The bizarre and twisted hate-fueled fucking continued. At least three Jinta ended up squirting all over Cherry, and although she came close over and over again, Cherry was just never able to reach her own climax. Finally, after she’d lost all track of time, Zenith clapped her hands and their respective talismans faded away. “Well that was a lovely show. What do you think everyone, was that a welcome introduction to what you can expect from now on?”

Cherry and Jinta were left panting, exhausted, hardly able to move. The crowd seemed frozen in shock, as if a spell had been broken. Perhaps it had for all Cherry knew. She recognised Madame Rosemary’s voice piping up, the only one brave enough to ask a question. “Is this what you’re planning to do to us? To treat the people like… that?” Despite herself, Cherry’s heart sank at the comment. She knew she had fallen low, but her own people were past feeling bad for her and were more concerned for themselves. 

“Well, that depends,” Zenith replied in a musical tone. “These girls are the ones who tried to oppose me. The ones who were obedient got rewarded. So really, it’s your choice what you want to happen. I would love to be nice, but sometimes I simply have to enforce discipline.”

“That’s not true you conniving bitch.” Jinta growled at the sorceress. “You know as well as I do that you really-AAARGH!” Her protests were interrupted by Valia yanking her by the hair, physically dragging her off to the side.

“Nobody interrupts the Queen while she speaks. Are we clear?” Valia’s tone was daring anyone to stand up to her. Unsurprisingly, nobody challenged her on it. “Good. Now, I believe it’s time to proceed with the ceremonial part of this endeavour.”

The lighting changed to make the room glow brighter, and an invisible orchestra started playing music. Cherry didn’t know where it was coming from, but she was hardly surprised at Zenith’s magical manipulations anymore. Everything felt more solemn, more serious. If it hadn’t been for everything she’d just been through Cherry could’ve believed it was a real ceremony, instead of a sham and hostile takeover.

Zenith stood in front of the throne, the main area cleared giving everyone a proper view of what was happening. Valia carried a pillow with a shining artifact on it - a crown. Cherry didn’t need to see it up close to know exactly what it was. The crown of Tirencia, formerly worn by her mother, and something she’d expected to eventually fall to her as long as she could remember. And now it was being given away by someone she trusted to the very person who brought Tirencia to chaos.

Valia began speaking in a calm and clear voice. “Zenith, are you prepared to take the oath and swear your fealty to this land?” It was a speech Cherry knew by heart. “To do everything in your power to protect Tirencia and all of its people?”

“I do.” 

“And do you hereby swear to do what you believe is right for the citizens of the land?”

“I do.”

Cherry felt a lump forming in her throat at the words. Even though she had known it was coming, watching the ceremony unfold still hurt worse than a stab to the gut. The fact that Zenith was going through the motions of following the proper procedure and using the official language made the whole endeavour feel worse. Zenith could have simply taken over without any pomp or circumstance, she was already the ruler in every way that mattered. But this was her way of twisting the knife as far as possible.

“Finally, do you vow to uphold your values, and to never exploit the people for your own gain or pleasure?”

Zenith smirked at that one. “I do.”

“Then by the authority invested in me by the highest power of the land, I hereby declare you Zenith, Queen of Tirencia.” Rather than handing over the crown, she turned towards Cherry’s mother. “Meredith, as the former Queen, I must ask that you place the crown on her to finalise this official transfer of power.”

To Cherry’s surprise, however, Meredith didn’t immediately comply. “Do we really have to do all this boring talking stuff? I’m horny, Zenith. Can’t we just fuck already?”

Valia’s face darkened. “Meredith, you have been given free reign until now but do not think yourself above punishment. If you fail to comply, I will-”

“Now now Valia, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but let’s calm down for a moment.” Zenith’s tone wasn’t angry, it was one of patience and understanding. “Queen Meredith does have a point, I haven’t fucked her today at all. She’s been a well behaved good girl so far, why don’t we let her have this treat as the climax of our ceremony, to really show the lovely citizens of this kingdom who’s in charge from now on?”

If Valia had any sort of negative reaction, she kept it hidden under her poker face. “Very well, my liege. If that’s what you desire then so be it.”

“Wonderful! And don’t worry, you certainly made the right decision. I just think my darling here has earned the right to be more involved in the action.” A leash materialised in her hand, extending to a collar that formed around Meredith’s throat. Zenith pulled her in close so that their bodies were touching. “Now, you wanted to fuck, correct? You have my permission to go absolutely wild here. Afterwards we can finish off the ceremony.”

Meredith squealed with excitement. “Ooh, thank you thank you thank you so much Mistress! Here I go!” She jumped into the sorceress’s arms, and Zenith slowly floated down to the floor. The rug underneath them grew into a plush mattress, just the right size for them to lay on.

It didn’t take long for Zenith to set the pair in their position. Meredith was lying on her back, head towards the crowd, with Zenith straddling her waist. Meredith’s cock protruded straight upwards, just brushing against her partner’s stomach. While Zenith was still clothed, the latex had parted between her legs, leaving her glistening pussy free in the air. “Just relax, let me take care of everything. This is going to feel divine.”

Zenith was many things, but to her credit, she was very honest. Cherry knew that she was giving her mother the ride of a lifetime. This was reinforced as Zenith penetrated herself on Meredith’s cock, slowly and sensually taking the member inside of her. Zenith pulled on the leash as she did. It drew a moan of pleasure from her partner, as Meredith’s head was pulled up closer to her. It was obvious to everyone who was in charge of this dynamic.

Zenith rode the former Queen as if she was on horseback. Her movements were precise and steady, her hips gyrating in a rhythm. She moved herself up and down on Meredith’s cock, the wet sounds ringing out for everyone to hear. Not that Meredith was being quiet by any means either. Her cries of pleasure were downright whorish, with no regards for decency or how many people could hear her. Her fat tits jiggled with the movements as well, rippling every time Zenith impaled herself on her.

“Yes! That’s it, fuck me. Fuck me harder Mistress!” Meredith’s enthusiasm was infectious. Despite herself, and despite how much it disgusted her, Cherry felt herself getting turned on by the sight. That might be what bothered her most of all - she had fallen so far herself that watching her mother get dominated by their enemy was making her aroused. Not that it took much to make her aroused anymore, especially after what Jinta had put her through. But as much as she wanted to believe it was just the residual horniness, deep down Cherry knew that was a lie. Her own values had gotten corrupted and fucked up enough that she was enjoying the show.

Her own hands betrayed her. She instinctively moved them between her legs, trying to rub herself through the latex Jester’s outfit, only to be yet again reminded that it was useless. It didn’t go unnoticed either. Zenith continued her motions, but she made direct eye contact with Cherry and grinned. “Did you see that Meredith? Your daughter is watching. She loves watching you acting like the pathetic fuck-pig you are.” Zenith pulled the leash even tighter. “Does it turn you on as well, knowing that?”

“Yes yes yes YES!” A manic grin broke out across Meredith's face. “Yes it does, it makes me so happy! Everyone should be able to feel this, it’s incredible. Your pussy is soooooo good Mistress, it’s the best feeling in the world. I’m gonna cum harder than I ever have in my life!”

Zenith chuckled at that. “Well, now that you mention it…” She grabbed a handful of Meredith’s tit-flesh, giving it a hefty squeeze. “Your daughter’s been without an orgasm for an awful long time now. She’s quite pent up, and would really like the chance to cum. I’m willing to give her that orgasm she wants, but it’s your choice to make.”

Cherry’s heart skipped a beat. What was Zenith getting at? She’d already had her opportunity to climax stripped away by Jinta, so it didn’t sound likely that she would be handed another one. Then again, Meredith wasn’t being malicious - merely turned stupid and horny by the brainwashing. “How long has she been without cummies? A whole day? Two whole days?” Meredith sounded shocked at the idea. “Gosh, that must be horrible. Of course I don’t want her to suffer like that. Cumming feels so awesome.”

“Hold on, before you make a decision, there’s something you should know.” Zenith stopped her hips, eliciting a whimper from her partner. “I’m only giving one of you an orgasm today. You can blow your load deep inside my pussy, and have a wonderful climax to leave you satisfied. Or I can make your daughter cum instead. But if I let her cum, I won’t be making you cum until tomorrow at the earliest. Understand? You have to choose who gets to cum - you, or Cherry.”

Cherry felt her mouth go dry. That was the catch. Her lips trembled, and she tried not to have hope. But she failed. Because she remembered how kind and generous Meredith had always been, putting others before herself. She had to pray that there was some part of that generous mother left inside. “Mom… please…” Although Cherry was barely able to get the words out, they carried the full extent of her desperation.

Meredith craned her neck and looked at Cherry, her eyes full of sympathy. “You must be suffering so much. But… you understand, right? There’s no way I can give this up, it feels way too good.” She turned back to Zenith. “Mistress, I’m about to cum!”

Zenith snapped her fingers at Valia, who placed the crown in Meredith’s hands. “It’s time to finish this. Finish everything. Once you place the crown on my head, you can paint my insides with your jizz.”

“I, I, OOOOOOOHH!” Meredith screamed out in pleasure as she reached her climax. She put the crown on Zenith as hot sticky cum blasted out of her and slowly dribbled down the sides, making a wet mess on them both. Cherry watched in dismay as her chance for relief and her birthright were signed away in one fell swoop.

She had nothing. She had lost. There was no hope, no way out, no escape from being Zenith’s plaything. No matter what she did the sorceress would always find something new to take from her. And now the entire kingdom would know her as the pathetic failure who couldn’t save her people.

“I now pronounce you Queen Zenith of Tirencia.”