[Epilogue: "Would-Be Heroine"]

Subrina Skye, with her palms and knees touching the cold dirty floor, braces for impact as the Centurion sits her mighty ass onto her back and gets comfortable. Then, she puts her bare feet on Kara's back. Kara, on her hands and knees just like her friend, whimpers only a little.

The weight of their new mistress' ass bearing down on her makes Skye buckle under the pressure.

"Hey! Straighten yourself out!" The Centurion commands. "Do you want me to use your back as a seat cushion, or your face?"

Skye immediately straightens herself out.

"Good girl. Be more like your friend here. She's very good at being a footstool.

Skye sniffled, "Y-y-yes m-madam Centurion."

"SILENCE, STOOL!" She shouts, making Skye's heart skip a beat. "Furniture doesn't talk."

She remains silent.

"Good stool. Now you better behave today, because I have a very important guest coming. Misbehave again and you'll BOTH be cleaning my boots again!"

Skye just stares at the floor, trying not to think about their humilating fate, just as she's done for the past couple of weeks.

A couple of hours later, the sound of heels walking across the floor sends a shiver down her spine.

"Your highness!" The Centurion speaks with the first modicum of humility in her voice Skye has ever heard becore standing, granting both of them some temporary relief.

"At ease, Centurion."

She sits back down and Skye once again feels the pressure of the Centurion's poweful ass.

"To that do I owe this honor?"

"I had heard your conquest of Freeboria was finally complete. I wanted to see the results for myself."

The Centurion bounces, proud of her conquest. "As you can see, I've completely dominated these rebels. The rest are being re-educated as we speak. They'll be pleasuring you in no time, your highness."

The Empress laughs. "Yes, I can see that!"

Skye stares at the floor. She long fantasized about finally meeting the Empress - and defeating her. Being used as her lackey's personal seat, hearing her laugh about her defeat and the enslavement of her homeworld, knowing she'll have to sit there and listen to them smugly enjoy the spoils of their victory, it was all too much. She wanted to cry.

The Empress bends over and whispers in Skye's ear. "Did you hear that, Subrina? I conquered your homeworld, and now it's mine forever."

The Empress strokes Skye's cheek as she starts to tear up.

"Well, I'll let you keep her. I was going to keep this one, but she's clearly not as strong as I thought she was. There really is no fun breaking someone so far beneath me. And she seems pretty broken already!"

"Thank you, your highness," she says humbly.

"Well, I must go. The rest of the galaxy won't conquer itself!"

After she leaves, the Centurion raises her ass and slams it onto Skye's back, bringing her to the ground. She stands up and commands both to get on her knees. Then, she picks up her boots from under the side table and throws one to each of them.

"I'm off to go see some of your friends. I expect these to be spotless when I get back."

Kara starts to immediately lick the bottom. She always did, to get the worst and dirtiest part of her boot out of the way first.

"B-but we behaved!" Skye protests with a pathetic voice.

"I know," she says with a smug grin. "But you have to do it anyway. Now get to licking!"

Subrina Skye closes her eyes and slowly drags her tongue across the side of the boot. Her mind and spirit broken, she doesn't stop licking until well after it's clean. She spends the rest of her life in the Centurion's service, and the Empress and her Legion dominates the rest of the galaxy with ease.

Subrina was defeated, captured and enslaved. She spends the rest of her life licking boots and being sat on by a superior woman. Game Over.