Cheryl used her magic to conjure a broom, which floated at her side. I'm not as rusty as I thought I'd be. She took the broom in hand and sat on it side-saddle. She then gave one last glance at the Nadine statue and blew a kiss. "Bye, Nadine! Maybe if you're lucky a bird will take pity and shit on you." Then, with a cackle, she kicked off the ground in her black stilettos and flew into the air.
The countryside appeared peaceful for miles around. Pastures, forests, and farms dotted the landscape. However, in the distance, she could see a more populace area, and beyond it, a large castle. She flew toward it as quickly as she could.
Landing at the castle gate, Cheryl was immediately approached by the guards. Her eyes glowed red as she spoke. "Stand aside and allow me in. I must see whoever rules this land."
The soldiers quickly fell into a trance and stood aside, allowing Cheryl to enter. She strode through the castle's main hall, entrancing any that made an attempt to stop her. Soon, she reached the throne room, and seated in the throne itself was a beautiful woman of maybe thirty-five with long blonde hair in an elegant dress. Judging by the crown on her head, Cheryl assumed the woman was the queen. To the queen's side was a girl of maybe fourteen, who looked very much like a young version of the queen; no doubt she was a princess.
The queen went white with shock as Cheryl entered. "A witch? Guards! Seize her before she can do anything!"
"I wouldn't give that order if I were you, queeny!" Cheryl said. "I've already enchanted a number of your guards. Harm me, and they'll rush to my defense!"
"W-who are you?" the queen asked. "What do you want?"
"My name is not important, but what I want is information!" Cheryl replied. "What is the name of this kingdom?"
"You came here without knowing?" the queen asked.
"Answer me!" Cheryl sneered.
"This is Valenara," the queen said.
"Valenara?" Cheryl smiled. "Fitting, for now. But once I am in charge, it will need a name change."
The queen gasped. "Surely, you don't mean--"
"Oh, I do, queeny!" Cheryl said. "I intend to take your place and remake this kingdom as I see fit!" Her eyes glowed, and she cast her gaze around the room. Each weak-minded guard that caught her eye was instantly put under her power.
The queen shook her head. "Then what do you intend for me?"
"Simple really," Cheryl said with a smirk. She waved her hand and watched as the queen's elegant dress vanished. Then her undergarments. Shocked at her publicly nude form, the queen moved to cover herself.
Cheryl laughed as she waved her hand again. The queen's modest breasts tripled in size; their nipples expanding outward. Milk began to spill uncontrollably from them, and the queen screamed. Cheryl continued her work, and in a puff of smoke, the queen was no longer seated on the throne, but on her knees, her wrists and neck locked in wooden stocks. "So this is it?" The queen asked tearfully. "You intend to make me a prisoner?"
"Worse than that, honey," Cheryl said. She gestured again, and watched as tattoos covered the queen's flesh. The phrases "Milk Slut" and "Cow Tits" appeared on her left and right breasts. Arrows on her cheeks pointed to her mouth with the phrase "Oral Cock Hole". All over her body, demeaning phrases appeared, such as "Royal Slave," "Public R4pe Meat," "Cum Dump," and "Bitch Fucker."
"Please!" the queen pleaded. "Please, I'm begging you! Stop this. Spare me!"
"Now what kind of a wicked witch would I be if I showed a queen mercy?" Cheryl asked. She snapped her fingers and watched the intelligence and fear fade from the former queen's eyes as pure, dumb lust won over. With another snap, she teleported the new fuck slut into the city's main square, locked in the stocks and ready to be abused.
Cheryl then took her seat on the throne. As she cackled triumphantly, she noticed that the princess was still there, frozen in terror. "Well, hello there, darling!" Cheryl said. "What should I do with you?"
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