I Can't Believe This Bitchy Empress Turned Me Into Her In Another World!

"HOW THE HELL ARE WE LOSING?! WE OUTNUMBER THEM! OUR TACTICS ARE SUPERIOR! SO HOW THE FUCK ARE WE LOSING TO A RAGTAG ARMY YOU DISGRACES TO THE EMPIRE?!"

There was much noise coming from the empress's audience chambers, her mood foul of recent, fouler than her usual depravity. She was now liable to throw objects at anyone who came bearing news she didn't like, often taking her anger out on anyone in the area she could get her hands on. It wasn't her fault though, it was the fault of the idiots she was attacking. The territory of the Worger empire was much like her nails, perfect and growing only a few months ago, now receding from where they had been bitten into, nervousness cracking their fine tuned edges to jagged wrecks. One general having pulled the short straw meekly responded, "We're trying your excellency but the hero has unbelievable powers and some even rumor that he hails from a separate world entirely to bring about our destru-GHH!"

He was cut off by the marble tray flung at his head, Charlotte not needing to hear any more of his incessant babbling for why an entire army was losing to one man.

"LEAVE! I will figure out what you retards couldn't manage with my legions you worthless scum!"

They needed no further reprimanding, even the toughest of veterans shivering at the thought of being sent to one of her reeducation chambers. Even the general nailed with the marble tray felt glad he was only concussed as they left, the great empress's moods finicky and violent when she was angry and she was always angry these days.

As much as she hated her generals incompetence, she was just as angry at herself, considering this so-called hero nothing more than a joke she could ignore, her lack of a response allowing him to become a folk legend under her reign. Worse, it was affecting her appearance as she nibbled at another nail, cursing this pesky hangnail of a hero as she undid the damage with a restoration spell, nibbling again once it was done.

Actually wait, how did that spell even work? She remembered it was a side effect from some other obscure usage of the spell that she had mostly ignored, mostly just liking it because it allowed her makeup and favorite outfit to reform no matter how rough she treated her sex slaves when she had one of her orgies. It was self replication or something like that, the word escaping her, twigging, binning, oh right twinning! Hmm, well the empire was already enough for one of her, but a second... wasn't all that bad of an idea. Plus he was that kind of fool who seemed to enjoy doing the heroic self sacrifice thing a lot. Half the reason her general's schemes had failed was due to their selfishness, which she had fostered. After all what sort of idiot would actually fall for their blatant trap? What sort of idiot would stay behind at a small village instead of the main fortification to save a mere hundred people? All sorts of incomprehensible actions that through divine intervention or blind spots in their defenses from acting like an idiot. Though if he was the idealistic, half suicidal type, that made it easier for her to get him near her.

In theory all she needed was a touch, though that was only effective up to a point and would take too long to have the desired effect. Plus there was the issue of it only being physical. What she had in mind would require her to be much more physical, something she always enjoyed. In fact, if he really was as idealistic as she thought, he'd likely come to her if she made an unfair edict targeting the smaller villages, taking random women to the castle, well... Yes it just might work. And even better she'd get to have her own brand of fun while doing it. Why did she even have generals if they were such idiots?! She'd have to plan this out perfectly though, not wanting to mess up such a tasty little concept. Now all she had to do was wait…

Jacob hadn't expected to enter the palace so quickly, nor that he'd do it in a dress, his armor hidden underneath as the guards were thankfully quite lax about checking that every woman being spirited to the capital was a woman. It had been three years since he had been sent to another world after an unfortunate accident on the road and while he wished the goddess who had sent him had been clearer on the challenges, he rarely ever regretted coming. Now he was finally nearing the end of his holy quest, his holy sword unstoppable once unsheathed. All he knew was that he better move fast, the despicable tyrant that called herself empress increasing her kidnappings every day. To what nefarious means she would require so many young women, he could not say. But he wouldn't put it past her to bathe in the blood of youth or use them for a mass sacrifice. Even if his compatriots begged him to wait, he wouldn't be a hero if he left so many innocents to die or be tortured.

His only regret was not doing it sooner, the castle shockingly lax in its security, most villages having better guards than the rarity inside. Perhaps they were spread out from her endless campaigns for expansion, the vain empress never once thinking her own greed could be her downfall. His heart was pounding in his chest, his instinct telling him it couldn't be this easy, yet it continued to be a breezy invasion up until he approached the throne room. It wasn't that it was well guarded, but the sound coming from it was terrifying, voices screaming and moaning, people begging for it to stop or for more. Jacob braced himself for some otherworldly horror as he went towards the doors, knowing that if he paused it could very well mean ruining his quick coup. Ironically it was this extra mental preparation that left him blind as he barged in, not expecting the sea of breasts and bare flesh as Empress Charlotte stood at the center of a mass orgy.

Given what he had been bracing himself for, this was not as bad, yet not what he was expecting at all, the hero freezing where he stood as he stared at the lust filled women, their eyes glassy with pleasure and obedience magic, the empress giggling as she stared at him from her throne of women.

"Took you long enough hero. I didn't think you'd let me add this many girls to my harem, though I can at least guarantee that they all love serving their new mistress. Isn't that right girls?"

There was no consistent response, just a lot of moaning, nodding and drooling from the brainwashed masses, each one desperate not to offend their mistress as Jacob stood aghast.

"How could you be waiting for me? This was a surprise attack? You lot never noticed-"

That sent her into a fit of giggles, mocking and stripping in their tone as she looked at him like he wasn't even a human being.

"Oh you've dealt with the idiots who sucked up to me enough to be graced with the title general. You didn't think the empress of such a large empire would be a fool did you? Then again, you fell for my plot to get you here with barely a thought to how little the guards checked for intruders."

He had heard enough, deciding to end this now before she could spring any traps, yelling out, "THEN YOU ONLY HAVE YOURSELF TO BLAME FOR YOUR DEMI- YOUR DE- What the?"

Now Charlotte was really laughing, snapping her fingers as the magic cage around him became visible, the bars restraining him as she began to push away her eager pleasure slaves, licking her lips as she approached.

"My you really are quite a strong one aren't you? Most wouldn't even be able to tremble inside my perfect lock spell, but it won't do you any good just to tremble."

"When did you-" He stopped the rest of that question, only focusing on building his strength, sure that his magic resistance blessing would break him out any second, while Charlotte continued her saunter towards him.

"Optimistic to think I haven't analyzed your abilities already. Though go ahead and try, I love watching my toys squirm before I break them."

Her right hand formed a grip, slicing across as a riding crop appeared in it, some of the girls vanishing to their quarters as one of the many windows above turned red. Every few steps she accented with the slap of her crop, each one turning another window red, vanishing another few girls as her outfit began to change. Her skirt dematerialized, revealing her panties as she made sure to let him see just how wet his futile struggles were making her, black latex forming around as she cracked her riding crop again and again. The hand gripping it lost its sleeve, gaining a long black glove that squeaked as her arm moved, its twin forming as barely anyone remained in her chambers. Jacob was squirming now, summoning every last ounce of strength he had to break free as the swarming red glow and forming fetish gear gave him a terrible feeling.

"Aww is this going to be your first time? Don't worry about it, I promise to be gentle. Well, as gentle as you deserve."

She always savored when she could tease and torture her prey, delighting in the cries of her enemies as their hope was dashed and ground into dust. Charlotte made sure to mix in a few moans as her heel turned into a spiked, leather thigh high boot, her bare breasts exposed as her chokingly tight latex body covering bared more than it protected, her other hand snapping as a chain leash formed.

"Mmm~ now what should I start with for your new training? There's so much I have to weed out before I can use you and you've given me so many bad nights."

She flicked her crop against his hero outfit, pressing into his diaphragm to choke him before slicing upwards, the cloth dissolving in a line as it was just the two of them alone now, Jacob left nude while Charlotte prepared to give him a lesson in pain and pleasure his body wouldn't ever forget.

Jacob was incredibly uncomfortable with where this was going, her fingers tingling as she caressed his cheek, holding it far more gently than he would have ever expected. There was a slight pink glow to everything on her, riding crop included as she smiled at her captured prey.

"Whatever you're planning I'll never give- NNGH!"

SNAP

"CHHK GAAAAAAAH~!"

The edge of the crop slammed down onto his throat, enough force to implode it as he choked on something mucusy and warm. He thought it was blood at first, the red light of the room bathing everything in a reddish glow, but the taste was more bitter than salty, and after a bit of heaving he was still able to breathe, except, something was off about the pitch, breathier and higher as his own tortured breathing sounded comedically childish.

"M-My voice? What would you- Why are you..."

It sounded like he had regressed to before his voice dropped, the boyish tone quivering occasionally into a squeak upwards, his throat slightly sore and bothered from the feeling of a small blockage prodding into it.

"Hmm I guess this one will need a bit more of a personal touch to get it right, but then I do adore that horror in your voice? Would you mind squealing for me some more? Feel free to say no if you want~!"

The hero decided to stay silent even as she peeled off a glove, her left hand caressing his throat. Whatever sick game she had in mind he wasn't going to play along, he refused to ever give someone like her even the satisfaction of giving-

SNAP

"AH AHHHHH~ NOOOOOOO~!"

Her next target was his left nipple, the crop slicing and bruising as slammed the lump inside, stabbing into the muscle of his pec and softening it all while a queer pleasure leeched from the stinging, sensitive nub. Another strike sent it deeper, the muscle melting as his cock stiffened against her thighs, his moans rising up. He didn't understand this heat in his chest, this building need, it was almost like he was about to-

POP

The squeals that tumbled from his mouth were not just high, but feminine, a girly soprano that dripped with horniness as the submerged nipple suddenly popped out, the bruise giving it a reddish pink color while helping it to swell, the softened muscle sagging slightly as something gurgled up underneath. Charlotte smiled, slipping her crop into a back holster now that she had something fun to play with, giggling at the moisture congregating at the corner of his eyes. She'd get it to flow soon enough, along with other fluids, his cock respectable in her eyes though she much preferred softer things that were easy to punish.

"Mmm~ what a lovely tone you produced, but still not quite right. I'll need you to keep moaning though while I adjust, though surely a brave hero like yourself could thwart my plans. After all a grand fighter must be somewhat experienced in sex unless... you're not a virgin are you?"

He was still gasping from the throbbing beesting on his left side, her smug face looming as she very purposefully poked the erect nub, the feeling comparable to stroking his cock as another terribly horny grunt sputtered out his lips. Worse, she easily saw his blush when she mentioned "virgin," her grin rising as she now added her thumb to the mix, adding pressure as the flesh stiffened in response, his moan warbling as she began twisting it.

"OOOOOOOOOH~! NO wh-AHHHT are you- AGGGHHH!"

He had never felt such arousal before, such sensations, the lustful urges pouring into the muscle behind as she tugged at it, something swelling as the more she pulled the better each painful tug became. All the while his moans wavered and huskied, gaining a seductive depth that they didn't possess before as Charlotte choked him slightly, twisting his nipple like a radio dial while squeezing his throat as he felt his larynx contort under her grip, a familiar cry leaving his lips as her mouth moved to his rising breast, biting down as he screamed in ecstasy.

Charlotte loved the feel of it as it swelled in her mouth, the tip turning rubbery as blood rushed to make her every move all the more erotic as she suckled on it. It was rising fast, her lips soon surrounding a full, orange sized breast, yet that wasn't enough, his measly muscle only good enough for half of her gifts it seemed, though it was fun to hear her own voice squeal so innocently. Now she wanted to hear it despair, his throat finished as she regrabbed the chain part of the collar and slammed it into his left side. Oh such wonderful cries of pain, such conflicting pleasure as the hero's chest throbbed, Charlotte making a wreck of his side as bone and muscle pulped, the mass swimming under his flesh as delirious pain mixed with mind numbing pleasure as her fingers gripped the tattered flesh and squeezed it back into shape. She needed a hand free to finger herself, the hero's horny mewls and pained shrieks mixing into an audio ambrosia, all that strength he was so proud of fading under her touch as his left side puckered into a soft curve.

It was so fun! Treating his muscle like clay, forcing his body to submit to her will, to her shape. She would have moaned if her mouth wasn't full, her lips soon sliding off the increasing size as she fed muscle and fat to the mid sized tit, basking in the squeals it elicited when it surged out to her proper melon sized perfection. The only shocking part was that he had somehow held onto his chastity, his cock not cumming once though she could feel the excitement pooling in precum against her thighs, the mighty rod trembling as she gave him a slight reprieve from her teasing, not wanting him to miss out on what she had accomplished.

"Ohhh~ oh... what have you done to- I- I sound like- Why do I sound like you?!"

She tutted, giving his cock a small flick.

"Oh it's not just your voice retard. I did some remodeling as well. Look down, I think it's a biiiig improvement."

Jacob screamed beautifully, twisting in her prison spell, moaning as he inadvertently rubbed his new addition against the binding magic, though Charlotte wasn't finished with the tour quite yet.

"Aww is the poor little virgin scared of my dominant size? And you can't even see what I did with your waist, here let me help."

She roughly grabbed his breast and slapped it to the side, holding it there with her riding crop as she tried to make him look at the swooping incline of his waist, the way his abdomen was now split in half between feminine and masculine as she traced the smooth pucker to his navel that spread to the right half. Yet he was a spoilsport, either too focused on her breast or unable to see past it no matter how hard she tried to press it to the side.

"It seems you're unappreciative of the divine art that is my body. This next one will be a physical demonstration, so PAY ATTENTION!"

SMACK

Her riding crop smacked the back of his head, black hair erupting at the strike zone as the force of the blow knocked the color out of it, pink streaks running from the initial impact as she forced him to look down and to the right.

"Since you can't see below my magnificence, I'll show you what I did in reverse. Obviously for such an accomplished witch like myself, I have no need for such unseemly muscle. All of that work just to equal a superior being when magic doesn't require that, only innate talent. This is what I think of your muscle."

Again she whipped her chains into his side, crunching flesh and bone, stroking it through her glowing glove as she purposefully drew out the process, bending it inch by inch until the whole of his waist was slender and elegant, the spare mass encircled by her chains as she began dragging it up, ready to make a proper match on both sides. Better than that though was the despair in his moans now that he realized what she was doing, his helplessness drenching her panties as she pulled it all upwards.

This time she only wanted to see him despair, watching his features twist and gasp as the small hairs on his chin and cheeks fluttered to the ground, her skin's pristine porcelain quality spreading up while pink bushels of luxuriously conditioned locks flowed down. Even better was his cock, almost as stubborn as her as she could feel it throb and leak, but only thin stuff escaped the tip, giving her a fun challenge to squash when the time came. Still her work was marvelous, a proper twin to his left breast bursting forwards with a male nipple still attached, though the edges were blushing pink quickly. He squirmed, trapped in her prison, moaning as more shocks of arousal flowed towards his struggling cock, unable to believe the massive tits blotting out his vision.

"Th-This can't be happening! You monster!"

She slapped him for the insult, grinding against him as she listened to the soft muscle of his cheek melt, the gristle crackling like a pig roast at a feast as his face softened at the impact point. Since she hadn't adjusted his height fully yet, Charlotte had to stand on her tiptoes to line them up, but she was thrilled as she pressed her breasts up to a matching pair, his remaining nipple plunging inwards again like the other one had at first.

"Oh it's definitely happening. And I know you're enjoying it."

He glared, his chin half melted, the corner of his lip trembling as fat puffed up the edges.

"I'd never enjoy this torture you perverted whore! I'll never-"

The other half of his face was broken, Charlotte leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Oh but you are. You know how I know?"

She slotted her own erect nips against his, one out, the other hiding shyly as an electric surge of pleasure hit them both.

POP

"KYAAAA~!"

Darn she thought she finally had him with that shudder, but his other nipple was now fully erect.

"Our inverted nipples only perk up when we're loving what's happening."

She giggled as she watched that news sink in.

"What? NO! I could never be a p-perver like- MMPH!"

Now both her hands were gripping his face, squeezing it to the point of almost bursting as she chided him.

"Oh my for such a chivalrous knight you sure seem to have quite the tongue on you, but honestly..."

She grabbed his tongue, clutching his mouth open as she let her magic flow, breaking and reforming to his horror as his pained screams made him thrash against her, inadvertently grinding against her like a horny pup as she went to work 'fixing' his face. A punch shrank his nose, her teeth knashed his lips up into a matching pout and his skull crumbled into a match. While he wasn't cumming, his eyes were finally shedding their tears as fast as their masculinity, her fingers stretching them open till small trickles of blood flowed into the sclera, both of them making the most delicious little pops as they widened, his blue irises turning purple as blood condensed inside.

"That's no way to talk to yourself... SISTER!"

Oh how she relished his disgust, his anger, laughing at his stupidity as he cried out, "I was talking about YOU you delusional bitch! Besides just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I'll easily-"

Rather than cut him off she summoned a mirror, letting his eyes do all the work as he gawked at her pink hair, her smug face, her massive breasts all on his body. He shrieked, but it was made even worse as Charlotte loosened her prison, letting a hand fly up in shock. Just from glancing against his cheek, the thumb popped, turning pink at the nail while his finger stretched out. It spread quickly through the rest of his hand, slenderizing and feminizing as the whole thing looked demure and dainty, Charlotte not even having to lift a finger since he was already doing it himself.

"WH-WH-WH-WHAT???!!!"

"I should probably mention that this magic is pretty thorough. Soon you'll be just like me, in body AAAAND mind~!"

His screams were short lived, the slackened prison meaning little to him now that his muscle and strength had been depleted, his struggles only turning him on as Charlotte let him squirm before making a circle flick with her fingers, the prison rotating ninety degrees forwards while she approached the crying hero.

"No! Stop! What are you doing?!"

It was cute how he thought his words held any sway, her hands lovingly caressing his back with the crop, her eyes on his exposed rear.

"What else? Why you've been such a trouble for me. I absolutely must punish you for it and I figured I'd start now."

That really confused him.

"Start punishing? What else could you do to make me-"

SMACK

"AHHHHHHH~!"

Charlotte had the nastiest look of amusement as she slammed her crop against the small of his back, watching it arch, height sloughing off as he could finally no longer look down at her when standing.

"Yes, my body is a divine gift crafted by the gods. This is a reward for your skill at being troublesome, but it's time for the actual discipline. Lets see you attacked my forces hundreds of times didn't you? A spank for every insubordinate action sounds more than fair."

Jacob could hear the wind shriek as her crop sliced downwards, slamming into his left ass cheek with a thunderous clap that burned. It didn't help that the new curve of his spine made him unable to not have it thrusted out, as if begging for more discipline. Another smack landed, this time sparks of bliss mixed with the pain, the force slamming into his muscles, softening them, unraveling carefully trained hardness as fat filled the gaps. This was how it went for a few minutes, the subversive pleasure growing as his ass first throbbed, then jiggled before wobbling at every hit, his left cheek burning red as it stood swollen and ripe, tender to the slightest stimulus after such torture. And she wasn't even finished yet with his discipline.

Sure the hero was a drooling mess, but he was still holding on, his cock irking her as she continued.

"And I forget just how many of my loyal followers have you murdered in that time? Nearly a thousand correct? Well, we must honor the dead somehow..."

"N-Nuh- NOOOOO~!"

SMACK

She brutalized his booty, the right rising as she struck it, his squeals quivering in delirium as she struck every inch of it red. The pleasure was impossible to deny, swelling with the fat of it, Charlotte knowing he must be close to bursting, to accepting, yet his cock remained hard.

"Oh shit, looking at my fat ass on your pitiful body made me lose count. Well I wouldn't want to desecrate the memory of the dead, not for my allies at least, so I better start at the beginning again. 1! 2! 3..."

She lost count a few more times, making him scream and squeal, the hero begging for it to stop as she moved down to his thighs, making his own body tease and crush his manhood as she waited for that triumphant moment where he gave in utterly to the pleasure of being her. It never came. He never came. Even as she assaulted his ass, massaged his thighs, tweaking his nipples as she put the finishing touches on his calves, his cock stood strong. Now she was getting annoyed, reversing the prison rotation as she stood him up, stomping his feet into perfect matches before making an inverted v with her fingers. His legs spread, balls filled to the brim with cum, his cock enormous, looking a furious violet red as she glowered at it.

"Here I thought you'd get it through your thick skull how good it feels to be the empress, to be cruel, yet you dare hold back in front of me?! Fine! Like everything else I'll do it myself, though don't come crawling to me when the pleasure cooks your brain into naught but ground beef."

And with that, she pulled a bare foot back, and kicked him in the balls, his screams rising as she stoppered his cock with the edge of her riding crop.

She was literally edging him, the twinning magic now slammed into his balls as the sacs began to squeeze inwards, trying to unleash their load as Jacob's tongue lolled in unbearable ecstasy. His cock was throbbing, grinding against the crop as he tried to free it, only widening his tip more as her influence stabbed into his cock. His tip was beyond sensitive, pleasure building and building as its color continued to darken, the mushroom tip hugging close to the crop, shrinking tighter and tighter until it fell out all together, the hero left screaming as his cock was fully sealed, his tip beginning to turn into a clitoris.

Charlotte unleashed the prison then, watching him fall on the ground, his balls smashed against the marble floor as it made her almost twin sputter and thrash, his hands rubbing desperately between his thighs. There were no words he had to describe the discomfort and ecstasy all boiling inside his closed off cock, his cries no longer fearful, only desperate and needy. He could feel his balls straining, his tip shrinking further as boiling fluids rubbed against the insides, his muscled shaft losing its strength as it flopped down at a curved angle, only held up through sheer fluid pressure, unable to cum. It was all building, Jacob certain that his cock would explode literally, begging in inane gibberish as his mouth could no longer form words,

Out of sheer desperation he grabbed his own balls and began to push, whining like a struck puppy, his face twisting into a depraved smile as he felt his insides finally stir. With a harsh stab of his own nails, he finally tore open a hole for release, moaning in blissful release as her balls popped, a messy explosion of cum splattering all over her as her cock lost the only thing keeping it erect, the muscles folding tightly as they shoved their way in, Charlotte's pristine pussy gushing out every last thing left as her new twin came all over the throne room's floor.

Charlotte flicked her fingers, his cum shining as it cleaned off, a perfect copy of her usual royal garb now covering her twin, her giggles slowly rousing the hero back to consciousness from the blissed out nirvana he had been granted. By the time he had picked himself off the floor, his cheeks nearly glowing with how violent the blush was, the empress had moved out to the balcony, smiling as she looked down at something from the elevated spot.

"Ch-Charlotte wait you can't do this! T-Turn me back please!"

Her voice grated on his ears as he ran to her, doing his best to sound meek but something about her mouth made the words come out with arrogant undercurrents. As the cool air hit him, his head cleared some, a certain pleasant energy sparking that arrogance more as he demanded, "I'm ORDERING you to undo this! Turn me back you snivering slut or I'll throw you from this... th-this..."

"MEET MY NEW SISTER! CHARLOTE WITH A SINGLE T!"

The roar of the crowd below was intoxicating, all the slaves and brainwashed women forming a throng below, their eyes all trained on Jacob's new body as a wonderful heat swelled between his thighs. He felt dizzy, such admiration, such power, all of it flowing towards him, making him feel...

"URGH S-Stop messing with my head! I w-won't let y-ooooh~!"

God he hated her breasts, it seemed every move made them bounce and jostle, the heightened sensitivity making every move feel masturbatory in this body. But his words egged her on, Charlotte beaming at her new sister.

"Oh so your mind is starting to feel it. For such a stubborn girl like yourself I was wondering how long it would take, but we can't have you rebelling now."

Jacob ran at her only to be restrained easily, Charlotte freezing her as she looked to the crowd below.

"Treat her as you would me. You know what I like don't you girls?"

They roared, sounding more like beasts than humans as the women below were palming their crotches, squeezing their breasts, all of them worked up into a frenzy as the empress made her copy float before lowering him into the crowd.

"S-STOP! YOU CAN'T... Y-YOU'LL NEVER WIN YOU WH-OOOOOOH GAAAAWWWD~!"

Before he could even finish his threat one of the girls had leapt up, grabbing onto a stocking for leverage as they pulled themself up, gripping her ass as they began licking his back. Another girl leapt, kissing her roughly as her hands found his breasts, Jacob barely spitting her mouth away before another replaced it, and another, and another.

Their hands were everywhere, caressing him, massaging him, multiple hands finding his slit as they roughly fingered him, Jacob's will crumbling as the orgy was like a hydra, two hands and mouths replacing any one he removed, one girl slamming her pussy into his nose as the smell made him swoon.

"P-Punish me Charlote!"

"Fuck me Charlote!"

"Treat me like a whore Charlote!"

"Shall I go harder Charlote?!"

Without thinking his instincts surged, a pleased "YESSSSSS~!" singing in the air as he felt powerful, sexy, their slender fingers exploring every crevice of his womanhood as he moaned blissfully. There was no room for himself, the mass of horny women smothering her- his thoughts, forcing him to cum repeatedly as they dommed him for what felt like hours. Eventually under the increasing weight of pleasure, something finally snapped, Jacob screaming as she took control, a part of her demanding she stop being fucked like a bitch and start doing the fucking. She glared at the empress, deciding she'd play her silly games for now, getting very into it as Charlotte grinned at the progress, cries of her sister's name filling the court as she wondered if her "sister" realized yet that this was going to be a daily occurrence, and not just some menial trial for her to overcome. Well there would be plenty of cumming at least, that glare in her eyes already a good sign her hero's heart was already dyeing itself in her colors.

Two weeks had passed, Charlotte no longer using her magic to clean her captive twin up after the girls had had their fun with him from midday to sunset. Now she required him to bathe if he wanted to clean the shame off, Jacob scowling at her even as his body had grown desirous of her training, the pleasure now baked into her core. One day Charlotte had forgotten, making Jacob thrash and writhe on her bed, fingering herself half the day just to satisfy the urges ingrained. So what if she liked it? All of this could be untrained afterwards. She used to be a weak NEET on earth and she had overcome it all after a few months in this new world. It only made sense that constant fucking would feel amazing, especially with such a lusty person to be modeled after. And the baths were admittedly relaxing after such stressful fucking. And the naked maid slaves were so cute...

"Hello sister, enjoying yourself?"

She stood, not even realizing her body had struck a haughty pose as she glared daggers into her captor.

"Why the anger? It's not my fault the magic didn't give you my powers. Besides being a sexy bitch is its own power, and being my sister gives you the benefits of being nearly at my level. Even your class has changed to mine. You should learn to throw your weight around, and I don't mean your breasts."

"HMMPH!"

She wouldn't fall for such clear attempts to corrupt her, standing obstinate against her no matter what she-

"Girls, pleasure my sister past what she can take and continue until she orders you to stop. Do WHATEVER it takes no matter how hard she resists."

That shook her confidence slightly, Jacob looking pleadingly at her as she begged, "Wait! Please make them st-AAAAWWWWP~!"

Fingers were in her slit and asshole before she could finish, moaning as the maids began to lick the suds from her body. Charlotte merely grinned as she walked away.

"I'm not the one you should be ordering..."

"Hello mistress."

Oh god did that make her feel wet, Chacob smiling as her servants came to fetch her for a meeting. Once she began ordering people around, she wondered why she ever resisted it, the ease of having people at your every beck and call so rewarding, especially when they've been ordered to randomly fuck you into submission until ordered to stop. It hadn't taken long for her to finally order them to stop, before eventually waiting on purpose, enjoying the surprise of who would be the next to pounce, or how many attackers she'd have. Thankfully she was still holding strong, her mind still intact as she made sure to do mental checks every night to ensure nothing had changed.

She just had to bide her time to assassinate the empress and then her work was done, though the idea of taking on all of her work was a tad daunting. And she knew how to really live unlike her old life back in... Rath or somethi-

"GAAAAH~!"

Oh dear, another one of her sist-empress's orders to cum when she reminisced on the old days. She could have them, some things would never change. After all she was the hero sent to protect the masses, which meant that she had to be willing to do anything, no matter how depraved and dirty it was. All for the purpose of saving lives of course. Morals were important for the masses, but SHE had her own way of doing things, similar to the empress yes, but it was all for the greater good.

"Maxine you shall clean the suds from my body. Bixie, tell me my itinerary while you do my hair."

They rushed at her orders, Chacob's nipples erect as they did as ordered while also making it as erotic and intimate as they could.

"Today you have fashion, dancing and politics followed by an afternoon course of Charlotte's history."

"Ugh is it our- her childhood again? When is the orgy?"

"From tea to sunset."

Well at least she'd have one thing to look forwards to today.

"AHHH~ YES YESSSS H-HARDER CHANTELLE! DO IT HAAAA~RDER!"

"Ohh~ y-yes mistress!"

Charlobe was cumming her brains out, ordering her new servant to fuck her harder, the hilt of some hero's blessed sword refashioned into a crude sex toy that was being used vigorously inside the baths. She couldn't help herself, her body unable to stop being horny ever since her sister had come back victorious, Charlobe's new servant in tow. Just a glance at her made something well up in her mind, the orgasms chaining soon after as the girl's face twisted into a despair filled grimace after asking about some previous loser, Charlotte whispering something juicy to her to get that level of horror out of her.

It was her first time turning a prisoner into a slut, the spell already cast as it was up to Charlobe to mold her new ward, the girl's pleas to "Remember Jacob! You must!" devolving into moans the more she played with her captive's body. It was such a thrill to watch the will drain from her eyes, her panties left on until a sopping mess, Charlobe cumming with every word the girl said, forgetting which order of Charlotte's was doing it. Now where a rival princess once stood was a pink haired whore, desperate to please her new mistress as her first order of business was to fuck away the stray thoughts bothering her. She was a quick learner, and after an hour in the baths the uncontrollable orgasms were growing infrequent, Charlobe moaning as something important feeling squeezed down her brain stem, circuiting around her breasts before dribbling out into the soapy waters, the sight of a past companion doing nothing for her. After all, hadn't she always lived in the palace with her sister? They'd both have to give Chantelle a go when she got back from her latest expansion outwards. She had mentioned turning the rest of the hero's companions, but Charlote couldn't give a damn.

"VERY GOOD CHANTELLE! VERY G-HOOOOOD~!"

Charlote strolled through the courtyard, her attendants stony faced, at any moment ready to be used for pleasure. She had had fun breaking them in, her and Chantelle each taking one as the gender bending subservience spells did their work. She didn't know why it amused her sister so, but she hardly could complain, loving their terrified pleas for some man she didn't remember, the one begging Chantelle to stop only urging her on as the pretty little bimbo only went harder at the sound of her name. Unlike her sister, Charlote did appreciate a good cock every now and then, though she loved the sensation of a cock popping into a pussy even more, all of her male servants eventually crossing that border once she grew bored with them.

Her sister had been quite the busy little pervert, fucking over all their rivals and trouncing kingdoms by the score until all the surrounding lands had been swallowed up by the glory of Worger. It had been so long since they'd been able to properly meet and fuck, her sister's dommy tendencies perfect for her switch of a self, enjoying control as much as losing it. And finally after all these long campaigns the war was over, no one able to stand up to their might. And of course when she arrived it was like looking in a mirror, her sister glancing approvingly at the domineering strut Charlote had, her breasts popping left to right, every inch of her a tease to all that watched.

Below the throne was some sniveling nerd, black haired with glasses made out of some sort of material she had never seen before. They were the only article of clothing left on him, Empress Charlotte's dominatrix garb on as she had her heel on his cock, slowly forcing it into his body as the changing man squealed and begged for her to stop, then for her to do it more as blonde began creeping down the edges of his softening face.

"Aww you couldn't have saved that for me?"

Charlotte smiled.

"Tut tut dear sister. Not everything is about pleasure, though everything should be. I had to interrogate them. I just figured I'd toss them to you once they gave everything they had."

She looked at the wide cumstain with disdain, her captive slobbering as their glasses fell to the ground, a blonde bimbo begging like a trained pup as she kicked the almost girl over to her sister who began teasing their rising breasts.

"Pitiful. Couldn't even last three minutes compared to the last hero, though his magical wand was impressive. Shame he didn't know how to use it. Though that begs the question, where does this magic come from?"

She asked it like a question, Charlote thinking about it while she fingered the new girl's forming pussy, wondering who the hero was before this guy, though if they were all this unimpressive it was no wonder she had forgotten about him.

"Hmm does this mean we have another enemy? But I thought we took down all of the other aristocracies. Most of the kings and princes are in our pleasure garden."

Charlotte smiled.

"Good good, though no not another country. This threat goes beyond the bounds of our land though with this wand, our options have expanded, as well as our opportunity for expansion. Tell me, have you ever heard of a place called... Earth? Japan maybe?"

Charlote tried but nothing came, shaking her head as the new girl finished cumming beneath her.

"Then let me tell you what comes next..."

Later on at the festival, Charlote was pretending to be her sister, a backup in case of random political fringes that hadn't been eradicated tried to pull any funny business. She wasn't all that worried, since even if someone killed her the pain of it sounded delectable, and her sister had proven that with her new magic amplification wand even resurrection was easy. So long as she stayed alive, they could rule as immortals in endless debauchery. And how pretty she looked in her victory dress, her body the center of attention as she drew in the lusty stares of all those that had allied with her, knowing she'd be running her servants ragged when all the festivities were done as she played the role of Empress Charlotte perfectly.

But what she was really excited about was what came after, the next campaign, HER time to shine as while she had no ability to cast magic herself, Charlotte was more than able to curse her with a rather nasty and infectious spell, that fed off the mana of anyone she fucked to turn them into a loyal, submissive woman. She had whined about not being able to have any otherworldly guys fuck her twice, but her sister's tastes did always come before her wants. It excited her, the idea of traveling to another world, becoming the protagonist as she created her own empire, her sister giving her a year to turn the world into their domain to stop the surge of heroes being sent from there to thwart them. Apparently the power sending them had been getting frantic since the wand had become theirs, but it mattered little to them. Once they took over Earth, they'd find that power next, making sure to run it ragged until it groveled beneath them. The only question she had left was where to start as she laughed, ready to convert all that stood in their way to join the glorious, perverted empire.