These days things were a lot easier for Meredith. Now that Zenith was officially the Queen of Tirencia, she no longer needed to put up a facade of authority, and was able to spend all her days doing what she really enjoyed. And what she enjoyed these days was sex. Sex with others, by herself, watching it, joining in… if there was an opportunity to stick her fat cock in something warm and soft, she wouldn’t hesitate for a second. The smell of cum constantly permeated her room. Meredith knew the maid was trying her best, but truthfully she wasn’t a very good maid, so it didn’t seem to make a difference.

The bedroom door creaked open. Meredith paused stroking herself to look at who it was, and her face lit up in a smile once she saw. “Mistress! I missed you so much, I’ve been thinking about you alllll day.”

Zenith chuckled at the comment. “I’ll bet you have. It’s clear how excited you are.” She gestured towards Meredith’s erect phallus. “You know I’d love to stay here and fuck whatever few brains you have left out of that slutty body, but as the new Queen of Tirencia, I do have business to attend to. Nobles to entertain, revolts to quell, that sort of thing. I’m sure you remember what that was like.”

Meredith’s expression fell. “I… kind of? I sorta remember being the decision maker. It was tidy- titty- it was boring.” It was getting harder for Meredith to remember big words, but she didn’t put a lot of effort into trying either. “Mistress, are you the one who has to take care of everyone else now? Isn’t it, like, really hard and stuff?”

“Aw, it warms my cold heart to hear you’re concerned for me.” Zenith ruffled Meredith’s hair. “Don’t worry, I’m much better suited to a position like this than you ever were. Besides, even if there was an issue, it wouldn’t be your problem. Remember? You’re not allowed to think too hard anymore.”

That much was true. Zenith had told her many times that she should stop fretting over others, and she was getting better at it, but old habits died hard. She still found herself having the occasional bout of “compassion” or “empathy” where she felt the urge to do what others wanted instead of what she wanted. Fortunately, those bouts were few and far between, and they were less common all the time. 

People kept telling her that Zenith was a cruel and heartless woman. Her daughter and her niece both constantly begged her not to trust her or to try and fight back in some way, but Meredith couldn’t understand why. As far as Meredith was concerned, her Mistress made her feel good, so how could she possibly be evil? What could be wrong about making her happy?

“By the way,” Zenith continued, “I have a special present for you today. Here’s a new piece of jewellery made specially for you.” She pulled out a small leather bag from inside her robe. “Here, I can’t wait to see how it looks in you.”

Meredith pulled the string open and grabbed the contents inside. It was a round metal plug of sorts, fairly wide, with a tapered tip at one end. The other end had a bright cerulean jewel, one that glistened even in the room’s light. “Wow, it’s so pretty! What’s it for?”

“It’s for that greedy ass of yours, dear.” Zenith’s voice was affectionate as she spoke. “You can shove it up between those thick cheeks of yours and leave it in there as long as you want. That way, even when I’m busy ruling the kingdom, you’ll be able to think of me.” She turned the plug over to show off the fancy gemstone in it. “By the way, do you recognise this jewel at all? It used to be something very important to you.”

Part of Meredith knew she was supposed to know this, but for the life of her, she just couldn’t recall. Her time as Queen felt like aeons ago, and it took a lot of effort to think back on it. “Um, I give up. What was it, Mistress?”

Zenith grinned at her. “This is a gemstone called the Seraph’s Tear. You used to use it in part of a ceremony to keep the kingdom safe. You would fill it with your magic, and then the borders of the land would be protected from all sorts of dangers.” The sorceress smacked her ass, causing her to jump in surprise. “Of course now that I’m here it’s quite redundant. So I think rather than a symbol of peace it should be used for something much more important - helping you get off. Don’t you agree?”

Meredith nodded. Truthfully, she didn’t really understand what her Mistress was talking about, but she knew that she always agreed with her. And there was one important part of her sentence that mattered more than anything else. “Yup, I’m sure it’ll be great for getting off. So can we have sex now? I’ve waited so loooooong for you.”

“Well, somebody sure is eager. Not that I can blame you, of course.” Zenith tossed her robe aside, revealing her undergarments. “I’m thinking today I can give you a nice blowjob while you’ve got that hefty plug inside. Does that sound good?” Meredith nodded, and tried to grasp at her partner, but Zenith held her back. “Not yet, there’s still one more thing I have to ask. You know what’s coming, right?”

Meredith rolled her eyes. Zenith always insisted on asking her the same stupid thing, even though it felt redundant. “Yes, but make it quick. I’m horny. Even hornier than most of the time.”

“Alright then. Do you want me to give you an orgasm? Or do you want me to give Cherry an orgasm instead?”

“Me, duh! Now can we fuck already?”

“If that’s what you want, then by all means.”

It really was a stupid question. Meredith couldn’t understand why anyone would choose otherwise. Sure she felt bad for her daughter, considering how long she’d gone without cumming. But surely Cherry would understand. And really, by now it was her fault if she expected anything different. It was the same answer Meredith had given yesterday, and the day before that, and every day since the coronation. And she knew she would answer the same way tomorrow.

“Clean the laundry, mop the floors, kiss Zenith’s ass, change the sheets of the old cow’s room again, shine the chandelier, kiss Zenith’s ass again…” Jinta grumbled to herself as she mentally recounted all of her chores for the day. “Go fucking figure she had to host another orgy yesterday.”

Jinta wanted to complain that the days after an orgy were the worst for cleaning, but in truthfulness, every day was the worst for cleaning. Somehow Zenith always managed to create a big sticky mess that needed a maid’s attention. But Jinta wasn’t in the mood for being rational, she was in the mood to be angry and blame her problems on something.

She grunted again, fruitlessly adjusting the hem of her skirt. It was bad enough that she had to wear this fetishised latex bastardisation of a maid’s outfit, but it was even worse that her constant torment wouldn’t even let her look presentable in it. Even now Jinta could feel a massive insertion stretching her cunt, and even though it wasn’t physically interacting with her, she instinctively waddled in place. The area between her legs was smooth and unresponsive to her touch. Her real pusy was elsewhere, always distracting her, always making her cum over and over and over again.

Although she was planning to mop the floors first, the statue in the main hallway caught Jinta’s eye. Not that it was really a “statue,” but that was what Zenith currently called her, and that wasn’t a fight Jinta had any interest in picking. It was a humanoid shape, covered head to toe in the thickest layer of latex, trapped in place atop a pedestal. The arms were trapped on its sides and the head was even connected to the roof, leaving it firmly in place and unable to move in any way.

“Alright then, Bellwyn the bitch, I guess I can start with you.” Since she already had her cleaning supplies on her, Jinta got started on polishing her former ally. “Can you even hear me in there? Or is that stupid head of yours broken by now?” Bellwyn, of course, didn’t respond. She was only ever capable of responding in grunts anyway. Regardless, Jinta began wetting her rag as she examined the helpless form in front of her.

She smacked her soapy hand against Bellwyn’s ass, and to her delight, heard a brief cry of shock from the statue. “Do you like that? Or do you hate it? I’ll be honest, I really hope you hate it.” Jinta began rubbing the cloth around in a rough manner, trying to make the cleaning as unpleasant as possible. “You got lucky and you don’t even know it. Nobody else bothers tormenting you or punishes you for anything. How is that fair?” She slapped Bellwyn’s tits to emphasise her point, watching them jiggle in place. “Well guess what. If I’m the only person who can make you suffer, then I’m damn well going to make up for everyone else.”

All her life, Jinta had just wanted to be recognised. She wanted the power and the status that rightfully should’ve been hers. But she wasn’t born to be in line to the throne, and her lack of magical talents outweighed any of her own achievements. That was why she disrupted the ritual in the first place - just because she wanted to watch Cherry squirm. And even after things got out of hand, Zenith was supposed to offer her a place at her side. But then, like everything else in her life, it was ripped away and handed to somebody else. 

Valia got to serve as Zenith’s lieutenant. Cherry had a nice relaxing “punishment” of getting gentle pleasure all the time. And Bellwyn was cast aside, irrelevant, not even worth the psychological torment and humiliations. Jinta had no doubt in her mind that even though she’d made the best decisions she could, she was suffering the worst of anyone as a result. The least she could do was use what little agency she had left to even the playing field.

Jinta slapped Bellwyn’s pussy, eliciting another moan from inside the latex cocoon. “Yeah I’ll bet you like that, you stupid whore.” It was nice to have a bit of a punching bag. Someone she could punish relentlessly without fear of retaliation. For the others, she’d have to bide her time and wait for the right opportunity.

Despite everything, Jinta firmly held onto the belief that it was only a matter of time until she escaped. The universe owed her that much. Valia promised that she was working on a way to get them out, and Jinta happily played along, acting like once they did everything would be fine between them. Thankfully, Valia still believed the lie that she had only pretended to side with Zenith. She really was a gullible idiot. It was only a matter of time until she was free again. 

And then, Valia would pay. Meredith would pay. Bellwyn would pay. And Cherry would pay the worst. Jinta would make her cunt of a cousin beg and plead for mercy, to the point where she would wish that Zenith was her mistress again.

The phantom cocks penetrating her started moving, causing Jinta to lurch in surprise. A miniature climax pulsed through her body at the thought of her revenge fantasies, causing her to spill the bucket of water all over Bellwyn. “Fuck, what the hell was that for?” She slapped Bellwyn’s face, as if the immobile statue had been responsible. “Do you have any idea how much trouble I’m going to get in for this? Ugh, I swear you’re useless.” 

Bellwyn, of course, didn’t respond, aside from a handful of futile wiggles in her shiny prison. It didn’t matter. Jinta would find an opportunity, a way to get on top again, and prove to everyone that she was the real mastermind and deserved their respect. But in the meantime, she frantically began searching for some towels to hide her disastrous cleaning job. Otherwise it would be another public spanking as punishment.

Bellwyn shifted in place in her tight prison. She wasn’t expecting any real movement, that was reserved for when Zenith wanted her to be a pet, or maybe a bed warmer if she was lucky. At the moment however she was fully immobile, trapped in her own dark and silent world. Zenith had mentioned she was a statue today. Her arms were pinned at her side, and her only company was a small metal object the size of a pebble inserted in her nether lips. It occasionally buzzed at a decent level of vibration, which helped keep her mind busy in her isolation.

Thankfully, it didn’t bother her all that much anymore. When she had first been captured, Bellwyn had spent ages trying to figure out if there was a way to get free. 

Not anymore though. Because she knew that any act of defiance would be taken out against Cherry, and that wasn’t a price she was willing to pay.

The sounds of muffled speech came from somewhere in front of Bellwyn. Often Zenith let her hear what people were saying and what was going on around her, and sometimes she was even able to see as well. But this time she had neither sight nor sound. Even though she could hear someone talking, it was impossible to make out specific words.

A sharp smack hit Bellwyn in the backside, causing her to moan into her gag. More out of surprise than pain though. The thick layers of rubber made it difficult to feel any actual pain. In fact, she appreciated the new sensation more than anything, since it helped to break the monotony. Sometimes people played with her, and even if it was embarrassing to be used as an object, it was all worth it in the end.

Because her being an object was what helped Cherry.

Bellwyn let out a sigh as she thought back on all her fondest memories with her girlfriend. Their first meeting, when she won an archery contest and earned an audience with the Princess. At the time Bellwyn had just been excited to meet royalty, but she soon became fond of Cherry as a person. Their first official date, where the pair had snuck away into a broom closet to fool around. It had turned out that everyone knew what they were doing, but they also weren’t breaking any rules and had no need to hide around. When Cherry appointed her head ranger, and made it abundantly clear to everyone it was based on her merit alone. 

All of these were memories Bellwyn would cherish forever. They made her imprisonment easier to tolerate. She loved her girlfriend, more than she could ever put into words, and that was one thing that could never be taken away from her. It didn’t matter if she was a statue, or a pet, or a footrest, or anything else. It didn’t matter if Cherry herself thought that she’d been betrayed. She could endure it all.

Whatever was happening outside of her became more aggressive. Bellwyn felt hands fondling her, groping her most sensitive areas, treating her with a roughness she wasn’t used to. The voice (or voices?) was yelling, although she still couldn’t make out any words. But it was all part of her prison, which made it okay. Her job wasn’t to respond or react or to do anything in particular. Her role was to endure. To be an unthinking and unmoving object for Zenith’s amusement. 

On some level, Bellwyn knew the depersonalisation was getting to her. As much as she enjoyed looking back at her fond memories, sometimes it felt like she was watching a different person. Which made at least some amount of sense - it truly was a lifetime ago that she had been free. Considering how the time all seemed to blend together for her, perhaps it genuinely was. Regardless, she knew that her mind was having a difficult time keeping everything together - the Bellwyn who proudly fought for her Kingdom and the Bellwyn encased in latex and put on display. 

The vibrating object in her pussy escalated in its intensity. Bellwyn squirmed in place, using what miniscule freedom she had to rub her thighs together, relishing in the sensations around her. She might be in a dark silent world, cut off from everyone else, and unable to communicate with them. But it was her world nonetheless. And in her world, a bit of harsh treatment from the outside mixed with soft treatment on the inside and the loving memories in her heart was enough to keep her content. She moaned as the mysterious hands groped her further, handling her sensitive areas and pressing on her weak spots.

A climax was fast approaching. It was possible Bellwyn could resist it if she wanted to, but she wasn’t interested in resisting much of anything anymore. It was out of her control. She let herself get washed away in the moment, the climax hitting her, her mind scattering across the countless thoughts of what was and what is. But there was only one image in her mind - the kind, smiling face of Cherry. Her girlfriend, who she still loved more than anything.

For her sake she would be okay.

The woman was trembling on her knees, her hands shaking from the nerves. She certainly wasn’t able to meet Valia’s intense gaze. “I’ll ask you one last time,” Valia said, her voice calm and collected. “And I expect you to answer with the truth. What was the purpose of the meeting you went to in the basement of the tavern?”

“I-I-We-” The woman’s breath was ragged, as she struggled to figure out what to say. “We just wanted to discuss things. You know, like how the Kingdom’s gone through some… changes recently.” She flinched at her own words. “Not bad changes of course! But you have to acknowledge that things are different now.”

Things certainly were different. Not so long ago, Valia had merely been a servant to the royal family. The top servant in the pecking order, sure, but hardly a position she had desired for herself. Years and years of scrubbing the halls and folding the laundry and ensuring the Princess was on schedule, all so she could save up enough to be free from it all. Yet the harder she worked, the more the royals had come to rely on her, resulting in a perpetual cage of her own creation. 

But now? Now she was in a position of real power, at the hand of someone deserving of her respect. Valia wore her fearsome black plated armour, the symbol of Zenith’s rule emblazoned on the chest. The people of Tirencia had come to know her, and they knew she wasn’t someone to be trifled with. 

“That’s true, there’s nothing wrong with discussing the new regime.” Valia took her whip off her belt and stretched it out in her hands. Even if she didn’t expect to use it, it was still a valuable tool for intimidation. “But you weren’t just ‘casually discussing’ things, were you? There’s a certain rumour about what the purpose of your group meeting was in that tavern.” She knelt down and grabbed the woman’s chin, lifting it up and forcing her to make eye contact. “Are you going to say it or do you want me to?”

Tears were streaming down the commoner’s face as she gasped for breath through her tears. “I-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do. There are rumours that your little group is for sympathisers of the old regime, for people trying to figure out if there’s a way to get Meredith and her daughter back on the throne.” She paused to let her words sink in. “Of course I know that’s now what you were doing. Because that would be treason, and we all know what happens to traitors, don’t we?”

Valia let her victim panic for a moment, listening to her hyperventilations. “Now I’m going to give you one last chance. And I’ll be nice as well - if you’re honest with me this time, I’ll give you a full pardon. You can go free without getting in any trouble.” The woman looked up at her, with a different expression this time. Confusion, distrust, but also a sliver of hope. “So now, what can you tell me about this group of yours?”

The woman hesitated for a total of half a second before caving in. She confessed with names, locations, meeting times, and everything else Valia could ask for. The whole time she tried her best to distance herself from the motives of the others, and while it was blatantly obvious, Valia didn’t bother pressing her on it. She had a list of priorities for this interrogation, and in the grand scheme of things, the woman was of little interest. Her objective was stamping out the remnants of any groups that thought Meredith should return to the throne or that Cherry should be the one to inherit it. 

Not that they posed any sort of serious threat. But Zenith didn’t want her court Jester to think she had any kind of support from the public, or delusions that she was some sort of martyr.

“Alright then, thank you very much for your cooperation. Wasn’t that easy?” Valia smiled at her prisoner. “You’re free to go now.”

The woman blinked. “Really? Just… just like that?”

“Just like that.” Valia watched as she picked herself up. The woman was still shaking, but she looked much more relieved. “Of course, there is just one last thing before you go.” She froze in place at Valia’s words. “What are you planning to do the next time you get invited to one of these meetings? Even if it’s not the same group of people, surely you’ll hear whispers or rumours of some sort.”

This time, she had no hesitation in her answer. “I’ll never go to another meeting like this, I swear! I’m fully loyal to Zenith, the new Queen. The true Queen, I mean.”

“A good answer, but I don’t think it’ll be necessary. In fact, I actually think you should keep meeting with these ‘resistance’ groups.” Valia clasped her hand on the woman’s shoulder, enjoying the look of fear and panic creeping into her eyes. “You can keep going, and then you’ll come back to me, and we’ll have another friendly chat. Just like this one. You won’t be in any trouble, and you’ll get to help the Queen you’re so loyal to. Isn’t that such a great idea?” Valia stared directly into her eyes. “After all, I’ve been so kind and generous to overlook your past transgressions. This is the least you can do to return the favour, isn’t it?”

“That’s…” She was frozen in place, a million different thoughts swimming in her head, each one clearly fighting for dominance. But ultimately she settled on the one Valia knew she would. Acceptance. Resignation. “Very well. I’ll do as you say.”

“Excellent! Don’t worry, I’ll be in touch.” Valia patted her on the back as she ushered the woman out of the room. However, once she was alone in the room, she let out a deep sigh. As much as Valia hated to admit it, Meredith had been an extremely popular and widely beloved Queen. Threats and subterfuge would only take her so far. Most of the common folk thought she had abandoned them, but a large amount still acted like Meredith was under some magic spell that could be broken. There was no way to crush their memories of the past and hopes for the future. She would have to report to Zenith that if she wanted to truly remove all support for Meredith and Cherry, a different approach would be needed.

Not that she was worried about Zenith taking any anger of frustration out on her. For all the cruel and diabolical ways she treated everyone else, Valia had been treated with nothing but fairness and compassion. She was genuinely a good mentor, one who had helped to mold Valia into the domineering powerhouse she was known as today. And yet, Valia understood their relationship all too well. 

As much as she wanted to believe Zenith had chosen her over Jinta as a lieutenant because of her potential or some sort of karmic justice. But that wasn’t the case. Zenith didn’t care about who would make the best second in command, or who was the most loyal, or who deserved a spot at her side. She cared about what would be the most amusing for her. And thankfully, she had decided rewarding Valia while punishing everyone else was the most amusing course of action. Valia knew this all too well, that it was a sick and twisted game of sorts to Zenith. But she didn’t hold it against her.

After all, now she had authority. She had respect and she had freedom. And she was able to unleash years of pent up frustrations on Cherry and the others whenever she wanted to.

It was the best outcome she could’ve hoped for.

“I’m a little Jester, silly and wet!

Eager to suck all the cocks I can get.

When I get all worked up, to be blunt

Bend me over and spank my cunt!”

Cherry had a massive fake smile plastered across her face as she finished her song. The crowd was howling with laughter at her performance, which was a massive relief for her. As much as Cherry hated debasing herself like this, she hated Zenith’s enforced ‘physical comedy’ even more. This was easily preferable to being restrained and tickled until she was on the verge of passing out.

“Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all night. And all week. And as long as Queen Zenith keeps me here.” She took a deep bow as her audience applauded, trying not to let the shame get to her. Cherry wasn’t sure if she loved or hated the fact that she was actually becoming a somewhat decent Jester. She was kept in her orange and purple latex outfit, with bells everywhere, always jingling with her movements. And of course the talisman with her true pussy was somewhere else, keeping her tormented and denied as usual.

It was both a blessing and a curse that Cherry was never allowed to leave the castle. She wondered how her people were faring, and if they were being treated well. Relatively speaking, of course, considering the circumstances. But every day when Zenith brought a new crowd in, it was impossible to tell from their expressions and reactions. Were these people who had already sworn their loyalty to her? Or were they brought in to see just how far Cherry was now willing to debase herself for a crowd? She had no way of knowing, but even if she did, it wouldn’t have made a difference.

Any resistance was gone. Her spirit was broken. She would never sit on the throne again.

The doors flung open, and Zenith herself strode into the room, causing the audience to gasp and stand up straight. None of them were going to risk drawing her ire. However, despite her dramatic entrance, Zenith appeared to be in a very jovial mood. “At ease, all of you. I’m not here to punish anyone. However, I would like a private word with my Jester here, so I have to request that you all leave.”

The room emptied at an astonishingly fast pace. Cherry caught a handful of curious backwards glances, from people wondering what her plan was (or perhaps offering sympathy), but none of them were willing to risk drawing their new Queen’s ire. Soon Cherry found herself alone and face to face with the sorceress.

“Well, I must admit. You’ve adapted to your new role quite well here.” Zenith had a sardonic grin on her face. “Maybe this is where you belonged this whole time, eh?”

Cherry tried not to let the words get to her. Zenith was baiting a reaction, trying to get her to break down or fight against it. Instead, she just gave the same empty smile she always had. “You said you wanted a private word?”

“Indeed, I have some good news and bad news for you. You can choose which one you want to hear first.”

It sounded like a genuine question, but Cherry felt like it hardly mattered. Any “good” news Zenith had for her would surely come with horrible strings attached, and there wasn’t any bad news that could make her situation worse. “I’ll hear the bad news first, I suppose.”

Zenith nodded at her. “I’ve made a decision about your future, Cherry. After today you’ll never have another climax again. You’re going to be edged, frustrated, and denied for the rest of your life without any proper release.” Cherry felt her blood run cold. She had considered the possibility, given how long she’d already gone without climaxing, but hearing it directly stated was an entirely different scenario.

“I… see.” Once again, Cherry did her best not to show any reaction. But it was difficult. Her own mother had denied her release over and over again, but there was always the chance that one day things would change. Now even that was gone. “And the good news?”

“The good news is that I said after today. Meaning you have one last chance here, a decision entirely on your own, about whether you want to have one last orgasm or not. This is your final opportunity before it’s sealed away from you forever.”

It was a cold relief to Cherry, but it was a small relief nonetheless. Given everything she’d been through, all the torment she’d endured, she felt like she was ready to do anything for a climax. Especially if it was her last one before fully resigning to a life of denial. And she felt like she truly had nothing left to give. But every time in the past she’d felt like there was nothing left of her to squeeze out, Zenith managed to find a way. Something to shatter a part of her she didn’t know was still there. And it terrified Cherry to think it could happen again.

But she still had to know. If there were strings attached, at least she could trust Zenith to be upfront about them. 

“What’s the condition?” Her mouth went dry as she tried to hide the mix of anguish and eagerness. “I’m assuming you want something in exchange?”

“Oh, you know me too well.” Zenith patted her head in a condescending fashion. “Of course there’s a consequence, otherwise it wouldn’t be much of a choice, would it.” She walked over to the wall and gazed out the window, looking out at Cherry’s former kingdom. “I must say, the citizens of Tirencia are a hardy folk. You did a good job raising them to be determined and loyal.”

It felt like her words were a trap of some sort. “I didn’t raise them, I merely helped them take care of themselves. Just like any self-respecting ruler would.” She was trying not to anger the sorceress, but at the same time, Cherry was growing increasingly concerned at the implications. She already couldn’t forgive herself for how she’d protected her people.

Zenith nodded. “Of course, that’s the proper thing to say. And that’s why so many of them hold you in such high regard. They remember you as the kind, powerful, and righteous princess of the realm. Which is why I have a spell prepared, one that will affect the entire population of the empire.”

The conflicting feelings welled up in Cherry. “So what, you’re threatening the innocent people? You want me to choose between their safety or my own pleasure?”

“Oh by the Hells, of course not. Do you realise how dreadfully boring that would be?” Zenith scoffed at the idea. “All you would have to do is decline, and then you get to bask in the idea of being a hero for the rest of your life. No, regardless of your choice, your people will be fine.”

If nothing else, Cherry took some relief in this knowledge.

“Their memories are what’s on the table here. If you want your orgasm, I’ll be casting a spell to retroactively make them think you and your family were always this way.”

Cherry froze in place as Zenith continued to explain. “Instead of remembering Jinta the aspiring noble scion and fencing prodigy, they’ll remember the unruly brat and bully who was always a failure at even the simplest of tasks. Instead of Meredith the compassionate Queen who brought about an era of peace, they’ll remember the ditzy horny sow who puts her own indulgence above all others.” She stared directly at Cherry as the words sunk in. “And instead of remembering you as the respectable heir and symbol of hope, they’ll remember you as the pathetic idiot without any sense of dignity. Someone who was truly meant to be a laughingstock all along. And they’ll see my takeover as rightfully deserved, an inevitability for the worst royal family in their empire’s history.”

The decision hung over her head as Cherry broke out into a cold sweat. On the one hand, this felt like a final way to hang on to her pride. If she turned Zenith down, she would be missing out on that sweet release she desperately craved, but she would also win a sort of moral victory. Her people would hold onto her memory as something to hold on to and remember in dark times. 

But her cynical side kept nagging at her. Why should she be the one to make a sacrifice for their moral victory? Her mother had fully embraced the corruption. Valia betrayed her deepest trust. The last time she’d seen Bellwyn with any agency of her own had been to side with Zenith. And Jinta was more interested in her fantasies of victimhood and rebellion than doing what was right. Cherry felt like she was the only one trying to hold on to her independence, and of course, she was being punished for it.

If the rest of her life was going to be a living hell she was at least going to squeeze what little joy she could when the opportunity presented itself.

“I… okay. I’ll do it.” She felt like she was damning her own ideals as she said it, but at this point she didn’t care. “Cast your spell, change their memories. Just let me cum.”

Zenith smiled at her. “A wise choice. Don’t worry, if this is going to be your last orgasm, I’ll make sure it’s a good one.” She snapped her fingers, and Cherry’s talisman appeared in front of her. By this point Cherry was all too familiar with the humanoid torso, and she wanted nothing more than to fully embrace it for her release. But her fate and her pleasure was quite literally in Zenith’s hands.

Thankfully, Zenith wasn’t beating around the bush for once. She lifted Cherry’s pussy up high and got to work with her tongue. Cherry whimpered at the touch, as she felt the tongue playing around with her folds. She was so pent up that she didn’t know how long she would last. Her pussy was throbbing, desperate for attention, needing something substantial. She was used to getting close to her climax and then being denied, and she instinctively clenched up in anticipation.

Except this time it wasn’t the same ebb and flow she was used to. Zenith was gentle yet enthusiastic, her tongue’s motions exquisite and calculated. It was better than anything she’d felt before. In no time at all Cherry had buckled over, on her hands and knees, sweating on the floor. The climax she simultaneously craved and feared was looming over the horizon.

Zenith paused her movements. “Wouldn’t it just be so cruel of me to stop here? To leave you knowing you compromised your own morals, and all for nothing?” Cherry felt a rush of unparalleled terror crash through her. “But no not this time. Enjoy the last climax of your life, and know all that it cost you.”

And then it happened.

She plunged her tongue back in, and Cherry reached her climax. It was explosive, intense, everything she had dreamed it would be and more. It contained all the suffering, the punishments, and the torment she’d endured since first being captured by Zenith.

It also carried her failures. As she basked in her orgasm, a pulse of magic reverberated through her soul. She knew exactly what it was. Zenith’s memory spell, echoing throughout the realm, wiping out all her subjects' memories of her victories. She would be remembered as the incompetent failure of a princess, her mother a selfish self-obsessed bimbo with no regard for leadership. Everything she’d worked towards her entire life was wiped out and replaced. Cherry was the pathetic jester, the lowest of the low, who existed to be laughed at by her superiors. That was all she ever was and all she would be.

And finally, it carried the final sealing of her fate. Cherry desperately held on to every moment she could, knowing fully well it was the last time she would experience this. It was her last orgasm. And it was only a matter of time before she was just as pent up and craving release again. But this time, there would be no extra deal, no more chances given by a cruel mistress. She was a toy to be played with and denied for the amusement of others, now and forever.

This was her fate. The climax cemented it, her final fleeting chance of happiness.

It was over far too quickly.