Tia had no memory of last night. It was all a hazy blur of rampant feelings and emotions. The morning light was leaking through the shudders of her private room, as she stumbled through her door.
Her knees were scabbed, her chest ached, and there was smeared ink over her breasts. Her hair was a tangled mess, as if too many people had been tugging at it. Every inch of her throat felt sore, and there was a bitter, yet salty, aftertaste left over on her tongue that simply refused to go away. Her stomach wouldn’t stop spinning, and yet it wasn’t an uncomfortable sensation.
She limped further into her private abode, then unbuttoned the single button left holding her blouse together, and let it all fall to the floor. She hadn’t even been wearing pants, or underwear for that matter.
The moment she sat down, her butt cheeks screamed, and Tia found herself rolling onto her side to avoid the stinging pain.
What the hell happened? Tia’s fingers were twitching.
For three days she had gone without her medication, and found each one somehow longer than the last. She strained to breath, and struggled to do her job without distraction.
The Redevers hadn’t launched an attack, or provoked them any further. The Behemoths remained standing perfectly still, the collection of lights underneath them were steadily growing. Tia had no idea if they were planning on making a move, or were simply there to test them. Whatever their motivations, shutting down the base had proved a strain on all in-going supplies.
Delegating the majority of her work to her subordinates, and without her medication, the Queen of the Godechill Mount found herself straining to resist the call to pleasure. The Bloody Winged Regiment seemed lost without her direct leadership, or perhaps she was lost without them. There were days where she felt completely isolated from her command, and her luitenants were aware of her afflictions.
Laying down, Tia didn’t realize the door was left open for a few seconds longer than it should’ve been. It closed, and the outside light seemed to illuminate whoever had followed her inside. Tia squinted, making out the silhouette of a man, the flicker of a devilish tail floated behind him.
“My lady,” his voice was deep, yet somehow comforting. “It appears you’ve been without your medication for far too long.”
“You…how did you get in here?” Tia’s words were slurred, stretched, in comparison.
“You let me in? you told me to follow you inside? Do you even remember that? Truly your mind has slipped.” There was real concern in his voice.
Tia groaned.
She slowly lifted herself off the mattress, and the floor seemed to move under her feet. She quickly found herself standing in the small bathroom, and in front of the mirror over her sink. Her skin had grown a pasty white, and her makeup was a mess. Her hair was indeed pulled back, and layered in what could only be described as crusty soap.
Tia’s knees were shaking, and she found it hard to keep still while looking at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were pierced, and her breasts seemed to have grown. They felt swollen and tender in her hands, and already something was starting to ooze from her sprouted nipples. Having carried a child before, she knew all the tell-tale signs, but had never seen purple breast milk before!
“What is happening to me?” She gasped with shock.
“Allucia withdrawal,” the stranger answered. “Without another proper dosage, your body will continue to suffer. Already your breasts are laden with milk, and your body’s ovulation cycle has been significantly altered. Without your medication—”
“I don’t understand!” Her stomach clenched at the insinuation. Something was wrong with her uterus, the pit of her womanhood felt warm…and wet.
The stranger put a hand on her shoulder. “Weaning yourself off of Allucia, after two strong doses, can be a challenge, and more-often-than-not, it leads to death. I had no choice but to try an alternate solution.”
“What?” Tia could feel it, she could feel her body responding to the mans desire to impregnate her. She had been baby crazy once before, when she was younger, and shortly after marrying her late husband. This new sensation felt eerily a similar. Her loins were tingling, her heart was beating violently in her chest. All Tia could think about was how it would feel to have this creature violate her, and shoot his semen deep in her womb.
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“If the medicine is given in the right dosage, your body will respond accordingly, as if you were given three dosages, yet your mind will not be fully enslaved. In other words, while your body will be that of a breeding slave, your mind will still be yours…mostly.”
Tia ground her teeth, “You tricked me!”
“I found a way to save your life, while helping you become something greater. Had I known you would suddenly stop taking your medication…I might’ve taken a different approach.”
“I’m going to kill you!” She found herself drooling over the sink. Her lower lips were quivering.
His right hand remained fixed on her shoulder, the other on her hip. “Soon you’ll no longer be suitable for military service. You need your medicine, or you’ll be lucky to frame a sentence again, let alone command soldiers. You were wise to trust me before, please let me help you now.”
“What did I do…” Tia’s memory already slipped, forgetting the recent conversation. She was now fixated on why she reeked of sweat and semen. Her hands clutched the sides of the porcelain sink, as she leaned forward. She could remember nothing other than the feeling of too many hands touching her skin.
There was a pause before the stranger answered. “I’m afraid you were…indulging in the carnal appetites of the local Darling Blossom. You had a room all to yourself, with several men to enjoyed your…insatiable hunger.”
The moans of dozens of men surrounding her rang in the back of her mind. The memory of feeling warm cream spilling onto her cheeks, and pooling along the lip of her breasts, gave her sudden goosebumps. Her lower lips were burning, and Tia was aware of a left over condom wrapper still lodged inside her fertile cove. She reached down and pulled it out slowly, squirming as she felt its mushy contents leaving her body. Tia didn’t bother looking at it, merely letting it fall to the floor.
“What is wrong with me?” Tia swallowed, tasting more salty spittle on the back of her tongue.
“It must be hard?” The stranger whispered. “Resisting the temptation for all this time.”
“What?”
“You could simply give in to it; give up all the stress, anxiety, and let the weight fall off your shoulders. I could give you the ultimate release.” His words sent shivers down her legs.
The stranger was somehow right next to her, and all around her at the same time. A muscular arm reached out to place a vial on the edge of the sink, and it’s bright purple contents sparkled against the light.
“Is that?” Tia’s eyes were instantly drawn to it.
“Drink this, and give up this long march.” His lips were right against her ear.
“But…no…”
“The longer you fight it, the worse your withdrawal will get, until theres nothing left. You might as well just surrender, let yourself go, and become something better than the Broken Queen.”
A part of her knew he was right, but didn’t want to accept it.
Not now.
“NO!” She spat the word while slamming her hands down. The sudden jerk sent her breasts forward, and she cried out as clear-purplish liquid gushed out of her sensitive nipples.
It was rapturous, the feeling of letting her breast milk flow, and watching it quickly fill the sink.
“It’s ok,” the stranger chuckled. “I’ll take care of you, I’ll protect you, keep you warm and safe. You’ll never have to worry about slavers again; no one will touch you, but me of course, and only when you desire it. I will sate your every need, and satisfy your every craving. You’ll never be hungry, or tired. And each of our children shall bare my strength, and your beauty.”
“No…” Tia could feel the sweat strolling down her breasts, and in between her shoulder blades. Her breasts wouldn’t stop lactating, and she could feel something growing in her belly.
“Is it so bad? Is it any worse than what you are now?” The strangers voice continued to soothe her anxiety.
Tia now found the idea of resisting almost unbearable. “No…I won’t be some—”
“Some what?”
“Slave,” she said the word sluggishly, as if there was a thick wad of cream in her mouth.
The stranger laughed at that. “Your already a slave. A slave to your own unlocked lust. Pretty soon you’ll be a slave to your own insanity. Give up this ridiculous charade, or fall into madness forever.”
“NOOOOOO!” Tia screamed.
A lurch surged up her gullet, and Tia threw up in the sink. She then collapsed onto the floor, placing a hand on her now pregnant belly. New tattoos marked her skin, an intricate design of a caged bird covered her right hip, and a wondrous fertility symbol laid over her pelvis.
“It’s ok, turn around and look up at me,” the way the stranger commanded her sounded sweet, and kind.
“I don’t…want,” Tia looked up as instructed, noticing the most beautiful erection she had ever seen. His manhood hovered over her face, and was a charming shade of dark blue.
“Open your mouth.”
Why am I. Her thoughts faded away. Trying to resist was only caused her more pain. Tia didn’t know why she was obeying his instructions, but found her mouth wide open for him.
“Stick out your tongue.”
She complied. The air tasted humid against her taste buds.
“Get ready to swallow.”
As his manhood graced her lips, Tia could’ve sworn it tasted like heaven.
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Just before it plunged down her throat, Tia’s eyes shot open.
She had awoken, finding herself laying on her side on the bed. There was a puke stain on the comforter, and it ran to the floor.
The Broken Queen gasped for air, and slowly lifted herself up. Her breasts were noticeably heavier than before, but gone were the piercings and tattoos.
With a scratchy throat, she called out to the stranger who had followed her into the room, but found that no one was there to answer her call.
Whoever he was, if he even existed, or was just a figment of her imagination, Tia’s body yearned for him. With great shame, and humiliation, the Broken Queen curled up into a ball, and tried to force herself back to sleep. She didn’t notice the stains on the floor leading from the bathroom to her bedside, or the condom wrapper below the sink. She also didn’t notice the empty vial sitting on the edge of the sink.