When Amelia first woke up, she immediately sensed that something was wrong; the bed she was lying on wasn’t her own. Her bed was soft, with a sweet scent of flowers, but this one was hard and had a pungent odor. Amelia was the Virgin Queen who ruled over Femdara, a land primarily inhabited by humans. She belonged to a religious order that bound its people to a strict moral code.

Over five hundred years ago, a new religion was formed among humans, teaching purity and outlawing sinful acts. Sex outside of marriage was not allowed, and any sexual encounter with a nonhuman or a member of the same sex was considered a crime against their holy Goddess. Mixing the bloodline with non-humans was seen as the highest form of impurity, especially breeding with orcs, which was punishable by death.

Femdara consisted of nine different kingdoms, and each new queen's goal was to expand Femdara by adding another kingdom. The belief was that only a pure woman of noble birth could become the Virgin Queen, and when she ultimately became the Queen of the world, peace would reign forever over Femdara. War was encouraged only when the church had the advantage, and the Kingdom of Aldumra was its next target.

The Queen was forbidden from experiencing any sexual pleasure and had to keep her virginity intact to rule. All the girls in training to be the next queen were assigned guardians to protect their virginity and were trained to control their sexual impulses. They were isolated from most men, and the few they did see were old priests who posed no temptation.

Every generation, three girls from noble families were chosen to be raised by the priests and kept pure. They were placed in a safe location to replace the Queen when she could no longer rule and were protected by elite female soldiers. These soldiers did not have to remain pure, but many took vows of chastity to demonstrate their commitment to their future queen.

Amelia was seventeen when she became Queen, the first with red hair, and now, at eighteen, the most powerful person in the world. The original Virgin Queen, chosen at the age of fifteen, had long blonde hair that symbolized purity in its physical form. It was the minimum age the church would allow a princess to ascend to the throne. Amelia was not just chosen from among her two contemporaries but from all previous generations of women who had failed to become queen. She was selected for her youth and the strength she demonstrated during her tests.

The bed she was lying on was surrounded by a cage, illuminated by magical torches that gave off just enough light to see but no heat. The bars were wide enough for her to fit her head through but narrow enough to prevent escape. The cage was barely large enough to hold a small bed and a few feet of walking space. Beyond it, she could see nothing but darkness, a void that filled her with fear.

The white gown she had worn the night before was gone, and there was nothing in the cage she could use to cover herself. Being captured was terrifying enough, but being naked only made it worse. She curled into a fetal position, trying to preserve her dignity, and for the first time, she felt utterly powerless. No man had ever seen her naked before, and she was hoping that it was still true. The thought of someone undressing her made her feel violated and dirty. She hoped that no liberties were taken with her body, and she was clueless when it came to the manner of sex. The priests only told her that it was evil and that she should fear it.

Amelia sat in silence for an hour before she heard footsteps coming toward her. The echoing sound of it bouncing off the walls filled her with fright. Her body started to shake as the pounding of her heartbeat against her chest, and fear sank in, draining her courage. She held her arms tightly around her legs and kept what she could of her body covered.

The figure that emerged from the darkness was a beautiful woman with long black hair and a familiar face. It belonged to a servant girl named Mary who had been removed from her duty two years ago. She caught her in a sinful act and had her punished for it. Only pure things could ever touch the princesses, and the servant girls were ordered to stay pure to work within the castle walls.

Amelia first met Mary when she was sixteen, who was assigned to take care of her growing needs. Mary was two years older than Amelia, and gave off an aura that Amelia didn’t like at first. She wanted to hate the girl, but for some reason, she felt drawn to her. Whenever Mary touched her, it made her have confusing thoughts and desires.

She spotted Mary through an open window one day, embracing a man outside the castle walls. Amelia was too innocent to understand at first what she was witnessing until the two of them started to kiss. They were a good distance away, and yet they were close enough for her to recognize what they were doing. They were a little out of focus, but she still saw all the dirty details.

She watched in shock and felt betrayed by her servant's action. She sent Mary out to find some flowers for her room, and not to break her sacred vow to her. Amelia reported Mary to the priests before having her thrown out of the castle with nothing but the clothes on her back. Amelia watched as Mary pleaded that she was innocent to the two guards as they dragged her away. There was no mistaking what she saw Mary doing or the pain that it caused her.

A familiar feeling stirred within her, and she tried to fight against it. She was too prideful to acknowledge even to herself what those feelings could mean. Amelia pretended that she didn’t like Mary, rolling her eyes in fake disgust when their eyes met while fighting against the urge to smile.

Amelia didn’t want to be seen as weak in front of Mary because she knew the girl was involved in her capture. She put on her strong queen face and tried to show that she felt nothing but disdain toward the girl. She looked at her like she was only a bug that was meaningless next to her, and was only alive because she was willing it.

She was shocked by how Mary was dressed and tried to act disgusted by it. No one had ever worn anything like that in her presence before, or dared to treat her with such disrespect. Amelia wasn’t used to someone taunting her to her face like this. She was powerless to do anything about it and hid her fear behind a strong, emotionless face.

The dress had a deep V-cut that barely held back the woman's breasts from bursting out, the soft swell of cleavage left nothing to the imagination. A hint of light brown areolas peak out from the side of the rather small top, along with two stiff nipples poking through the thin material, and they were as thick as her little pinky finger. The hemline hovered just above her upper thighs, revealing a pair of long, smooth legs that Amelia found alluring. She had never seen another woman’s bare legs before, aside from her own, of course, but now that she had felt an odd feeling stirring in her belly.

The women around her were always fully dressed, hiding how their bodies were truly shaped. She had never even seen her own body before and was blindfolded whenever she needed to be undressed or during her daily bathing. Under no circumstances was she ever allowed to touch herself or see herself nude. It took five servants to bathe her, who were trained in how not to arouse her.

She was bathed specially so that wouldn’t lead to some unwanted desire, and used a rough cloth to clean her body with. She never questioned anything they told her and accepted on faith that this was how things must be done. Amelia did wonder what her body looked like, and at times, the servant girls too, but she tried not to have such thoughts.

It was hard for her to deny her sexual desires, but it got easier over time. She felt frustrated over those feelings and took it out on her servants. She didn’t know why she did that and didn't like being mean to them. The servants were the closest thing that she had to family and friends. It was lonely for her, and she wasn’t allowed to be anything but the queen’s replacement.

“I demand that you give me some clothes and let your master know that I will have his head for this. Let me go now and do just as I say, you will keep your head.”

“I think not, my pet, and you will be my guest until my fun with you is done. I might get you something to wear, but only if you spread your lovely legs to show me the wet lips of your delicate little flower,” Mary said in a teasing tone.

“How dare you speak to me like that, and you will refer to me as your queen! I will have you flogged for this, and you will regret ever taking me.”

Amelia jumped to her feet in a fit of rage but didn’t fully understand Mary's comment. It confused her, and she didn’t understand the meaning behind it. All she knew was that the woman was sexually taunting her.

Amelia didn’t realize what she had just done until it was too late, and felt foolish for her rash action. She was standing naked in front of Mary with all of her assets on full display. Pride kept her from covering up or cowering back to the bed in shame. Not wanting to show weakness, Amelia fought against the temptation to cover herself.

Time seemed to have stopped, making the moment more terrifying for her, and she felt her strength fading away. She soon lost her nerve and sat back down on the bed in the fetal position. Losing her temper like a foolish peasant girl made her look weak. Amelia knew that in a situation like this, showing any weakness could encourage her enemy to be bolder in their action against her.

“You looked very good naked, my queen. Nothing makes a girl more beautiful than having a fiery red bush. Your tits are amazing too, perfect little pink nipples that I could suck on for days. Why don’t you spread those legs of yours and let me see your real treasure?”

Amelia was taken aback by Mary's words and figured that she was trying to make her uncomfortable. She barely understood the meaning behind those words. Her innocent mind lacked the carnal knowledge to wrap her head around it. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself again and held back her tongue.

Amelia watched as Mary leaned against the cage, stepping on one of the bars, elevating her left leg high enough that it raised her dress, and was stunned to see that Mary wasn’t wearing any undergarments. She wanted to turn her head away, but she felt compelled to keep looking. She had never seen another girl’s private area before and found it to be beautifully alluring. The girl’s pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and there was something about it that made her mouth water.

She felt a tingly sensation as well as a warm feeling slowly moving through her body, as wetness formed between her legs. This wasn’t the first time she felt this way and learned to ignore such feelings, but this time things were a little different. She had never experienced such visual stimulation before and had a hard time focusing.

“Do you like what you see?” Mary asked with a smirk.

“Yes...no! What...uh...what do you mean?”

Amelia felt embarrassed being caught staring at another girl's private parts, and couldn’t believe that she said yes. It was the truth, but she didn’t want Mary to know that. Her rambling wasn’t too convincing, which made her look like a fool once again. She fought against the urge to look back, but her desires were too strong, and she took another glance.

“You were staring at my... dress,” Mary responded with a tease.

Mary was playing with her like a cat with a mouse. She didn’t want to play the girl game and knew that she exposed herself on purpose to her. She hated herself for looking, but more so for liking what she saw. Amelia wasn’t supposed to have impure desires, especially toward another woman.

“Yes, I do. I would love to tie it around your neck and choke the last breath out of you.” Amelia said, with a hateful glare.

She didn’t mean it and only said it to make her look strong. Amelia didn’t want Mary to know that she was getting to her or how aroused she was at the moment. Ignoring her sexual desires over the years had taken its toll, and along with being naked, had weakened her resolve.

“And I would like to crawl between your legs to make you moan like a whore. Come on, baby, spread your legs for me and let me see your beautiful, juicy cunt. I can change your world with just one lick of my tongue.”

Amelia felt her jaw drop from the shock of what she had just heard. The realization that provoking Mary was a bad idea since she was powerless to back up her threats. It wouldn’t be wise for her to push the woman any further. Mary was growing more vulgar with each attempt and was afraid of what she might do next.

She didn’t think Mary would do anything to her and only said those things to upset her. Only a man can do sexual things to a woman, or at least that was what she was told. She didn’t think a woman could, but she didn’t know enough about sex to know for sure. The thought scared her because the idea of Mary forcing her legs apart had excited her, and part of her was wishing that she would try.

When it came to the forbidden carnal arts, Amelia was clueless and only knew what the priests told her. They never went into any detail about sex, just warned her about the danger of it. The priests taught her that it would leave a stain on her soul, and only an uncorrupted soul could speak for the Goddess. Touching herself wasn’t allowed either; methods were given to her to fight off those desires. She truly believed what they told her, and it was her duty to speak for the Goddess, no matter what the cost may be.

One priest warned her about feeling attracted to the same sex and explained why that could happen. Growing up with no men around her may end up projecting her desire for men onto another woman. She believed that explained her desires toward Mary and some of the other servant girls that she encountered over the years.

Since becoming the queen, she had encountered men who weren’t old like the priests but only the important ones who held power in her lands, and they all wore disguises to hide their appearances from her. With all the power that she had, Amelia was still powerless to make those men remove their masks or change any rules that the church set for her to live by.

“It is your fault that you are in this mess right now, and your blindness to the truth has caused me much pain. You will listen to me now and know just what happened that day.”

“Ok, I will listen and hear what you have to say, but afterward, please can you get me something to wear?” Amelia said with fake politeness.

Amelia didn’t want to listen to her or be nice to the girl. She knew just what had happened that day when Mary did some impure things with a man. She was hoping playing nice might work better than saying something to provoke the girl again. Amelia didn’t want to risk Mary becoming vulgar and taking things too far.

“After I tell you just what happened, then I will get you something to wear, but one thing before we start. Why don’t you get comfortable before we begin and stretch out your legs?”

Amelia held her jaw firmly shut to keep herself from saying something and figured that she was setting her up again. She saw the surprised look on Mary’s face before her eyes lit up with pleasure as she lowered her legs. She was hoping that giving Mary what she wanted might be the best way to shut her up and keep her from being vulgar again. She kept her arms crossed over her chest and her legs tightly shut.

She felt embarrassed and ashamed for letting her body be on display like this, but didn’t think there was much choice in the matter. Amelia could feel Mary’s eyes scanning her body; she figured that it was all an act to get under her skin. She wasn’t going to let Mary win in this. She hoped that obeying her silly wishes would make her stop being vulgar. Amelia didn’t think it would cause any harm since it wasn’t the first time that another female had seen her nude.

There wasn’t a day that went by that she wasn’t seen naked by her servants, but they didn’t make crude comments like Mary was making to her now. She knew that it was just a tactic to throw her off balance, and Mary couldn’t have meant any of it. Amelia has to admit that it was working because it was making her a little confused about her emotions. She didn’t know why, but part of her liked the attention that Mary was giving her.

Amelia listened carefully as Mary spoke in great detail about the hardship of being a servant and her daily routine. She did confess to breaking one rule. Amelia learned that all the servants broke this rule as well. The priests made them wear these uncomfortable undergarments that they must wear all year round, but they only broke that rule during those hot summer days.

Amelia knew just how miserable it was to wear so many layers of clothes on a hot day and felt sympathy for her servants. The bras that she had to wear were made from a thick, uncomfortable cloth that covered her whole chest and underwear that reached down to her ankles. On a hot summer day, those undergarments can make an unbearable day even worse, and she was powerless to do anything about it.

She didn’t understand why their undergarments had to be that big and uncomfortable. Being naked made her think how nice it was to be free from all those restraints on her body. Amelia readjusted her body to a more comfortable position as she relaxed. She unconsciously let her arms fall to her side and spread her legs slightly apart.

Mary explained that no one could tell under their servant clothes that they weren’t wearing any undergarments. Amelia remembered the black skirt and bodice that Mary used to wear over her white muslin underdress. Never did she suspect something was missing, and she found herself admiring the servant girls for their cleverness. Mary went on to tell her how good it felt having room for her body to breathe on those hot summer days.

Amelia realized that Mary’s voice dropped to the point that she could no longer understand what she was saying. She could see her lips moving, but couldn’t make out what was being said. She could feel her eyelids becoming heavier before things went dark. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself no longer in a cage.

Where she did find herself was in the most beautiful forest that she had ever seen. Amelia thought that she must have fallen asleep and was dreaming all of this. She could even feel the heat of the sun, with the occasional cool breeze caressing her skin. She noticed that she was dressed like one of her servants and was holding a basket with freshly picked flowers.

The soft fabric of her dress was damp from the sweat perspiring from her body. The pleasant scent of pine danced upon the air, the sound of a hawk flying above her, and the ground beneath her feet made the dream all too real. Amelia was having a hard time believing what she was experiencing was a dream, but her innocent mind accepted it as just. Amelia looked at her surroundings with wonder and spun around in amazement.

Amelia felt her dress lift as fresh air sneaked up between her legs. She realized that she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. It felt so much better walking around without those horrible panties on. She knew she should wear them, but wished that they were smaller and made from softer materials. Whoever designed them didn’t have women's comfort in mind, and it was almost like they wanted them to suffer.

She noticed a man watching her from behind a tree, and she had never seen one so young or beautiful before. Amelia wasn’t afraid because she thought that it was all a dream and nothing could hurt her inside one. The man’s beauty was breathtaking, with bright blue eyes that she could feel herself falling into. Believing that she was safe, Amelia let her guard down and smiled at the handsome stranger.

It wouldn’t be the first time that she had a dream about someone in a sexual manner. They were usually about her servants touching her while they bathed her. They were never this vivid, and the men in her dreams were faceless. After she had those dreams, she wanted to touch herself, and it took all of her strength not to do it. Amelia tried to act innocent, but she knew that there was something lustful inside of her that was trying to get out.

Amelia watched as the man approached her before pulling her into his powerful arms. She figured that she would wake up soon, like she always did. When the dream continued, it amazed her that her mind was creating things she had never experienced. She couldn’t just feel his embrace, but also the heat that was coming off his body. When she felt his lips pressed against her own, she opened her mouth willingly and accepted his kiss. The man's tongue felt pleasantly weird in her mouth. Discovering that she liked it, Amelia kissed him back with eager willingness and slid her tongue into his mouth as well.

In Amelia’s mind, she somehow knew a great deal about kissing and the techniques to be great at it. She knew nothing about kissing until the man's lips touched hers, and then she suddenly knew all about it. Amelia didn’t know how she knew about such things, but she liked doing it. She was so engrossed in their kissing that she never noticed him untying her bodice.

Amelia felt the bodice being pushed over her shoulders to the ground below, and she didn’t seem to mind that the man was undressing her. She then felt two strong and rough hands on her breasts, rubbing them through the thin material of her muslin underdress. She finally knew how it felt to be touched in such a way, and moaned out in pleasure.

The material of her dress wrapped smoothly around her soft breasts, giving the illusion that nothing was there. The dress gave no resistance to the man's advances, and neither did she. The man became more aggressive with her breasts, twisting her nipples, sending pain and pleasure shooting through her body.

The man spun her around before he started kissing her neck as his hands moved down to her waist. The feeling of wet kisses slowly moving up and down her neck felt amazing to her. She was too lost in the pleasure of it to notice her skirt was being removed until the man tossed it aside. Amelia told herself again that this was a dream, but she had never had a dream that gave her this much pleasure before.

Amelia was so distracted that she didn’t notice the man had already untied her dress until she felt it being pulled down. The feeling of her breasts popping free from her dress gave her a sexual thrill. She could feel her stiff nipples growing larger in the fresh air and had a strong desire to touch them. For the first time, she squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples before letting out a long, deep, satisfying moan.

Her dress was slowly pulled down, as her back was kissed, and she bit her bottom lip as she moaned out in pleasure. The man let go of her dress, and it slid down her body like a tender lover caressing her soft, delicate skin. The man grabbed her derriere with his strong, masculine hands before he started kissing and rubbing it. The sensation of having her butt touched in this manner was nothing like she had ever felt before.

When the man slid one of his hands down underneath her rear to a spot between her legs, it opened a whole new world to her. Amelia felt her mind opening up to more carnal knowledge, learning which part of her body, when touched, gives the most pleasure.

“Do you like it when I touched your pussy?” He whispered into Amelia’s ear as his lips wrapped into a smile.

It was the first time she heard that word and felt a thrill hearing it. She couldn’t help saying, “Yes! I liked it when you touched my… pussy.” She almost didn’t say it, but the temptation was too great.

She liked how it sounded as it rolled off her tongue and felt compelled to utter that word once again, “Please, don’t stop…Mmmm… touching my pussy.”

Being touched down there made her feel weak, and she fell to her knees, moaning out of control. The feeling fingers against the entranceway of her womb was sending her over the top. She could feel it opening up like a flower ready to be pollinated. The longer it went on, the wetter she got, and she felt a growing need to feel him inside her. Teasing at first, allowing only his fingertips to enter her before stopping, while knowing full well what she truly desires.

When he finally slid his fingers deeper inside her, he grabbed her breasts with his other hand, twisting her nipple as he played with her pussy. Electric surge shot through her as the man penetrated her with his middle finger before sliding it in and out of her at a fast pace. She let out a low, disappointing whimper when he pulled his finger out of her. There was an emptiness in her now, and she needed something to fill the void.

The man repositioned her until she was on her hands and knees, like a loyal dog waiting for her master to pet her. She was a queen, and yet, she was allowing this man to use her like a common whore. She kept telling herself that it was okay because it was a dream, and she would wake up soon with her purity still intact. Amelia didn’t know how her innocent mind could learn about such crude things or the pleasure that came from it.

She wished her other dreams were as vivid, allowing her to experience the pleasures they offered. Those dreams, like the ones about her servants bathing her with their bare hands and the princess she met last week. Amelia could feel her loins burning with hot lustful desires to be fucked. The more she thought about that princess, the more those sexual desires grew until she was picturing herself doing crude sexual things to her.

Amelia couldn’t accept that what she was experiencing was real, even when all of her senses were saying otherwise. She could feel everything that touched her, the sweat on her body, the heat of the sun, and even the ground beneath her. The sounds and the scent of nature were all around her. One moment she was in a cage, and the next in the woods doing forbidden things with a man. She assumed what was happening to her was a dream because that was the only thing that made sense to her.

Accepting it as a dream also gave her the excuse to let what she was fighting against for years finally happen. She had been feeling horny lately and wanted to give in to those desires. Believing that she was in a dream, she let her guard down, which kept her from fighting against the man's advances. It felt good not to fight her desires and just let her body be explored for once.

Amelia felt the man's hands on her rear spreading them apart before feeling his tongue entering her. She wasn’t prepared for the impact of him licking and sucking the juices from her pussy. She bit down on her bottom lip while shrieking out in pleasure. She felt an orgasm growing inside of her, and before it could be released, the man pulled away from her.

Turning around to beg the man to keep going, she saw that he was removing his clothes. The man's body was muscular and had a long, hard sausage-like thing hanging between his legs. It was around eight or nine inches long with a clear liquid oozing from it. Amelia had never seen anything so beautiful or mouthwatering in her life.

Amelia watched as the man moved closer to her until his long, meaty flesh was inches from her face. She could tell the man wanted her to do something, but wasn’t sure what it was. Going on pure instinct, she grabbed the man’s penis, slowly jerked him off until more precum was oozing from his dick. It felt good in her hand, almost like it was made for this purpose.

She tightened her fingers around his throbbing member, feeling the heat of his arousal in her hand. A curious thought entered Amelia's mind. Did it hold the same savory goodness as the sausage her cook prepared for her in the castle kitchen? Though she hadn't intended it, she found her lips around the head of it. An inch at first, as her throat relaxed, she swallowed three more inches down her throat.

Amelia could feel it hitting the back of her throat before going down it and back out again. She discovered it tasted better than those juicy sausages and got lost in the act. Bobbing her head in a steady rhythm, savoring the taste of his cock moaning out, “Mmmm,” as she took more of it into her mouth. It was the most delicious thing that she had ever tasted, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

She heard the man grunt before her mouth was filled with a creamy sustenance. It was a little salty but also a little sweet, and she swallowed it all with delightful pleasure. Amelia knew just what was coming next and was more than willing to let it happen. She lay on her back with her legs slightly spread open, waiting with excitement to feel him inside her.

The man climbed on top of her, spreading her legs apart with little effort, and she felt the tip of his cock entering her. He eased two inches in and out before sliding another two into her. She squeezed her eyes tight from the pain and bit down on her lip to keep from screaming out. The man took his time slowly at first and took it easy on her until her pain subsided.

It didn’t take long for her pain to fade away and be replaced with ecstasy. Amelia moaned with the rhythm of his thrust, and she could feel him sliding his cock deeper into her. He was no longer making love to her at a gentle pace, but fucking her like a beast, ramming his powerful cock into her with great speed. Her moans came out rapidly and were growing louder by the second.

She could feel a powerful orgasm rising within her until it exploded, sending waves and waves of intense pleasure through her body. Amelia wrapped her legs tightly around the man as more orgasms hit her, and the man didn’t stop fucking her or slow down. Everything suddenly started fading away like a puff of smoke, revealing that she wasn’t dreaming after all.

There was a demonic creature on top of her, and it started speaking telepathically to her. It was a mythical sex demon known as a succubus that fed on sexual energy. Its body was that of a beautiful woman with charcoal-colored skin, long black hair, two goat‑like horns sticking out of its head, and a large penis between its legs. A creature that could change into any form that it wishes, that usually sneaks into people's dreams, taking the form of their deepest desire, and having sex with them.

Amelia understood now that it wasn’t a dream after all and felt foolish for believing it. She could sense that it didn’t mean her any harm and just wanted to give her pleasure. The demon told her that Mary was a sorcerer who summoned it to educate her in the art of making love.

Their minds were linked as one, and she could sense its growing desire to cum again. She should be repulsed by this creature touching her, but for some strange reason, she wasn’t. Amelia didn’t care that this creature came from the dark abyss as long as it kept giving her pleasure. Closing her eyes, she could mentally hear it asking for permission to release its seed into her, and she gave it.

When the succubus read her thoughts, the creature started pounding her pussy with a force that was most pleasurable to her. Amelia heard the creature grunt before it filled her with its cum, but it kept on pounding her until she had an orgasm as well. When the demon pulled his cock out of her, she felt the creature cum oozing from her sore and well-pounded pussy. The succubus faded away, returning to the world from which it came, and the realization of what had happened hit Amelia hard.

The sex with the demon was mind-blowing, but it cost her the crown. The consequences of her having sex meant she was no longer the queen. Mary had stolen her life from her by tricking her out of her virginity. The shame of falling for it so easily burned brightly on her face, and she started to cry.

She hated being tricked into having sex, but couldn’t deny how great it felt. Amelia was afraid she wouldn’t be able to resist her desire anymore since she ate that forbidden fruit. She could still feel the lust in her heart and the taste of that demon cock in her mouth. She knew that it wouldn’t be hard to convince her to get back on her knees again to suck another cock.

Amelia felt like a dirty, ruined little girl who had gotten a little taste of sin and now was craving more of it. How could she say no to sex again with the knowledge of all the pleasure that can come from it? Unsure how to handle the growing lustful desire that was inside her, or how to stop it from giving in to it. She wished that there was a way to reverse all of this and go back to being the innocent queen again.

“I know that you are upset with me right now, but you will see that I did you a favor.”

“Favor! You did me a favor! I have nothing now because of you. All I knew was to be the queen, and now I am no longer that,” Amelia yelled with tears in her eyes.

Amelia closed her eyes, feeling the tears running down her face, and couldn’t believe it all ended like this. She was the queen, barely over a year before she was made into a whore on the bed that she was lying on now. What hurt the most was that she enjoyed being fucked and used like that. She was torn between the innocent queen that she once was and the sex craze slut that she wanted to be.

“I know it looks bad now, but tomorrow I promise you it will be better. I can’t show you the truth now because you need your energy after dealing with that succubus. They can take a lot of energy from you, and you will need your strength to see the truth. Now let's get you a nice bath and some clean clothes. Afterward, you will be shown to your new room, and later you will dine with my friends. Tomorrow you will be glad of what I did, now come out of that cage and embrace your new life.”

Amelia didn’t trust Mary, figuring it was another trick, and would pretend to play along until she found a way to escape. She doubted there could be anything that could justify all of this and didn’t have any faith that Mary could convince her otherwise. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she rose from the bed with a heavy heart and with new desires dancing within her.