"Shhh, it's okay, just give it time."

The supposed reassurances of her captor were anything but soothing to Franz. Wherever Franz thought her life would take her was not in the clutches of an obsessive, spoiled heir. Franz was stopped in the street by castle staff, tied up, and presented to the new Queen Levia.

It made sense that Queen Levia was going to start looking for a spouse - after all, one role as Queen was to leave her kingdom for the next generation. But Franz - a mere peasant, a farm worker - thought she would pick someone more refined. Franz was wrong.

So when she was presented to Queen Levia, bound in chains - ropes weren't strong enough to hold her down - her first instinct was to fight back. She's not meant to be a wife, let alone some vessel or housekeeper for the Queen's children. Franz's life had been solely on the farm. She liked that kind of life - menial, hard labor, that was her field. When Queen Levia - who seemed kind at first - started talking about cleaning, cooking, taking care of children, Franz wanted to gag. She demanded to know what Queen Levia - who could have her killed in an instant - saw in Franz. Her hips, Queen Levia pointed out, would be perfect for childrearing. As would her impressive physical condition. Franz begged Queen Levia to pick anyone else - she wasn't meant to be a wife. The thought of being pregnant was not only repulsive to her, as well, it was horrifying.

But Queen Levia didn't seem keen on fulfilling Franz's wishes. She had offered Franz a cup of water - the finest in the kingdom - and Franz foolishly accepted. Only to find moments later, her legs clamping together, her heart pounding, and her desires twisting to what Queen Levia saw of her. Franz wasn't exactly a genius, but even she could put together she had been drugged with a love potion. Made sense, in a sick way; Queen Levia was part of a family of highly skilled magicians. Franz felt far more stupid than usual, falling for such a trick.

"Don't worry," Queen Levia cooed as she saw Franz struggling - both to refuse to bow to the Queen and to retain her own desires. "It'll kick in soon enough. Just relax, dear. It'll all feel better when this is over."

"E-enough!" Franz protested. As much as she wanted to run, she couldn't. Her legs were unbound, yes, but that didn't solve the problem that she was bare naked from the waist down. She quickly was told her wardrobe would include only pretty dresses, and she'd need to forget about ever having panties on again. "Please! I'm not who you're looking for!"

"You're not?" Queen Levia sighed. "But I love you so, so much, dear. I'm sure if you just calm down a little, give it... maybe five more minutes... you'll love me just as much too."

Franz felt her stomach churn. "I'll never love you," she protested with a hiss, "I'll never love someone like you. Kill me if you want! It would be better than living the rest of my life as your childbearer!"

Queen Levia clicked her tongue. "How unfortunate. Your life would be so much easier, dear, if you just gave into your desires. Give into me. I'm not killing you. I'll just drug you as much as I need to until you break."

"No--" Before Franz could resist, the Queen nodded to a guard, who brought another drink over to her.

"Open wide," the Queen teased.

"Fuck y-" The guard took the opportunity to hold Franz's head still and pour down the love potion into her stomach. This dose hit her twice as hard as the last one, and whatever she was going to say disappeared into thin air. "N...no..."

Queen Levia smiled. "Shh. It'll all be over soon." The Queen lifted her skirt, revealing her hard, stiff cock, already dripping with pre. "All you have to do is come over, vessel. Soon enough, you won't remember any other life you've had other than serving me."

Franz wanted to resist. She wanted to. But her own cunt was dripping, as much as she hated to admit it. Her body stood, despite how Franz begged it to stay still. Her legs walked themself over to the throne. Franz couldn't take her eyes off of the Queen's member. She almost drooled looking at it. Nearly every part of her was filled with repulsion, at this situation, no matter how attractive the Queen was. But the desires continued to build in her. To be fucked. To be filled. To be bred to carry the Queen's children. She panted, in need, in desperation. Franz begged her mind to try to escape. Her body wouldn't cooperate.

"See? It's already working." Queen Levia spread her legs. "Get on me, wife. I'll give you everything you want if you submit to me. Everything."

Franz physically stopped her body from climbing on top of the Queen. She only lasted a couple seconds. "Please... no..."

"No?" the Queen sighed. "I'm getting tired of that word, dear. You'll only be saying yes to me. Isn't that right?"

Franz wanted to resist again, but her protests meant nothing when she was already lowering herself onto the Queen's shaft. Franz's eyes teared up - at the humiliation, at the unmanageable girth of her dick, and at all of her life falling apart before her. And yet, she lowered herself onto the Queen, and began bucking her hips back and forth. Her body wanted to be bred. It didn't matter what she wanted.

"Awe, don't cry," the Queen said. "Cry all you want... it won't change anything. But you look much prettier when you smile. So, smile, won't you?"

The word 'no' popped up in Franz' head again, but it was futile. She gave a wide, hypnotized, drugged-up smile. "Yes... your Highness..."

"Good vessel," the Queen smiled. Her smile was innocent, sweet, as if she weren't doing anything wrong or uncouth. She began thrusting into Franz's hole, threatening more and more every second to fill it up.

Franz's world continued to change. The farming life, her ambitions in the past... slowly, they began to fade away. All she could think about was her new life - serving the Queen, bearing child after child, and most importantly... being in love... being treated as a luxury...

A couple brain cells held onto sanity. But she slowly lost grip. How could she want any other life? The Queen thrusted more into her, faster, harder, deeper. With every thrust, Franz lost more and more of herself.

The Queen... she was so beautiful... and Franz, she would look so beautiful as a housewife. She would look so radiant as a pregnant fucktoy. Franz knew that she wouldn't get pregnant with one go. But they had the rest of their life together. Didn't they?

"Say it," the Queen whispered, her voice becoming breathy and unhinged. "Say you love me."

"I... I... I lo..." Franz resisted. She tried to resist with every last bit of fight in her.

And then the Queen busted deep in her, filling her womb with fertile seed. The ropes of cum shot up into her, one after another, until she was dripping out. With one final, particularly cruel thrust, the words were forced from Franz's lips. "I love you, Queen Levia!"

Franz came at the same time. Shortly after, her body fell limp. She fell into the Queen's chest, her eyes fluttering closed. The drugs hadn't finished taking effect. It didn't matter. Franz lost.

"There you go," the Queen said. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No, your Highness," Franz murmured sleepily.

"Wonderful," Queen Levia purred. "I can't wait to show you your new home. I can't wait to live the rest of my life with you."

Franz sighed happily. "I love you..."

Queen Levia lifted Franz's face by her hair, and pulled her into a possessive, fiery kiss. "I love you too," she cooed. "Let's be together forever, happily ever after."