Power and the vacuum left behind

Aria's eyes swept the crowd searching for a certain scaled face. All she found were those of her helmeted guards and a handful of reporters cordoned off to one side waiting with implements of recording at the ready. Spaced along the hall to either side stood Tinn’s personal guard. The darkly clad ensemble each had their own unique characteristics despite their, at first, uniform appearance. Some were tall and strong in appearance with weapons which dwarfed even the holder. Some had skin which glinted with a metallic sheen, thin lines in the skin-like coloration. Yet others held staffs or other powerful and expensive looking magical artifacts. All of them looked to be beautiful women with telltale curves defining their tight fitting clothing. The uniform itself left plenty of muscled skin exposed, with a midriff so high that on some of the more “blessed” women it left a clear view of supple underboob. Their mostly athletic legs were covered by dark skin-tight leggings, each line in the muscles of the thick thighs below asses of varying size stood out clearly in the thin clothing.

Some of the more “physically oriented” looking women stood in slightly heeled combat boots while the casters wore full on high heels which widened their stance and accentuated their already luscious asses. All wore thin but expensive looking helmets which covered everything above their lush lips. For some, silky lengths of hair spilled from the back of their headgear differing from person to person in the color of said locks.

At the base of the dais which the throne sat upon stood two extra guards of particular note. The one on the left was a monster of a woman. Her stature so far above anyone else in the hall that her head relaxed nearly level with Aria’s own despite not standing on the same tall platform. Every bit of exposed skin, corded with thick, flexing muscle. She did not move much, only seeming to be watching those in the room yet every slight movement of those bulging thick muscles exuded power. The swell of her breasts small on her massive frame, only giving a small accent to the shape of her suit around the chest. Even so the thinning of her waist and swelling of her thick hips declared her femininity if only without the grace. below her massive helm sleek blonde hair nearly touched her tight ass. No weapon adorned her adonis like form.

The other of the two sat on the lowest step of the raised platform petting a small mangy looking cat. The cat’s fur, a brownish color with different shades in patches all about it. The poor thing seemed to not like the attention it was receiving from it’s holder. It was making all manner of unnatural sounds as the girl cuddled with it, hissing and odd groaning-like sounds which scared the reporters that stood together nearby. “Oh mittens you little troublemaker! You need to be nice to the strange people!” a girlish voice resounded from her bright pink lips in a tone similar to how a person might talk to a baby. Aria watched the girl squeeze and scratch the animal in an entirely wrong fashion that made her think that maybe this cat wasn’t thinking of those walking about the hall. The girl’s attire further separated herself from her colleagues. Instead of entirely black she had accents of pink all throughout that killed any kind of intimidating presence that the other’s displayed. A sort of frilly dress extended from her top which similarly ended just below her palmable breasts. The bit of fabric swished about her waist as she tortured her “pet”, ending just above her pastel white belly button. Atop her head on the helmet sat a pair of fake pink cat ears.

Aria had hoped that the draconic woman, Lienne, would be here since it was apparently an important thing for Tinn. As Celise had described it, Aria would be expected to preside over a sort of court. Where she would be both the judge and jury. Except not all who came before her would be necessarily rule breakers. She wasn't actually sure of who the typical person as Celise said she tried to not pay attention to the happenings in this room. As she’d put it “Tinn could be very cruel”.

Aria was startled from her observing as a girl came careening down the hall, taking dangerously long steps considering the too tall heels on her feet. Apparently this wasn’t a concern for the guards as they all ignored her running straight towards their liege. All except the cat-lover at the bottom of the stairs that is. As soon as the running girl took the first step up on the platform she tripped, falling hard to the carpeted surface of the dais.

“Heya Daisy! Fuck, you’re going to be in trouble!” she yelled over to the collapsed person. The girl looked dazed as if trying to place the location. Aria quickly got up from her seat and advanced down the steps to her prone form. “Are you alright?” she said as she knelt down to lend a hand. The girl looked up and seemed to recognize something quickly spinning about and bowing deeply. “I-I-I’m s-sorry mistress! I didn’t try to be late I promise! I’ll never do it again! P-please don’t punish me!” she frantically said, her form shivering and shaking in fear.

Frowning Aria knelt further gripping onto Daisy’s wrist and lifting the shaking limb. The shock of contact made the woman flinch reflexively. “Calm down dear, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not like Tinn.” Aria said in that way only a mother knows. Daisy’s shaking seemed to relax just a bit then as she slowly accepted the help, still appearing guarded and afraid.

“Now... How can I help you.” she said carefully

It was only then, standing slightly hunched that Aria got a clear look at her. She was basically naked, her massive tits exposed to the open air and jutting proudly from her fearful frame. Her nipples were pierced by two large metal loops which connected to each other by a severe looking chain. Despite the weight the large bosom barely sagged under the weight of the heavy looking metal. Below her poverty thin waist the smallest dick Aria had ever seen stuck out from her pelvis. The head of which had a piercing big enough to dwarf the small penetrator. The chain connecting her tits had another length hung from its center that connected to the last metallic loop at the tiny dick head.

Everything about this woman looked unnatural. From her huge tits to the wide hips and bouncy ass. Whereas her daughters had similar proportions but with fat and curves in places that matched their beautiful figures, this person looked as if a thin, small person had just had parts haphazardly clamped onto them one by one.

The vibrant red eyes of the woman stared back in confusion. “I-I’m here b-because you… erm… T-Tinn wanted m-me here… for.. this.” she stuttered out. As she said the name of her previous master she flinched visibly.

Aria leaned in grabbing onto the woman tightly in a careful embrace. “It’s ok Daisy, there won’t be anymore of Tinn. You don’t have to worry about her anymore.” she said quietly to the still somehow shaky woman.

“N-no m-more?” Aria thought she heard a hint of remorse in her tone. “No that can’t be true? She was clearly mistreated by the woman. Why would she be remorseful?” Aria thought.

Daisy just stood there, her arms down by her sides awkwardly, the chains at her front jingling as her breasts pressed into the silky fabric atop Aria’s own peaks.

Sighing Aria stepped back from the dickgirl. It was getting frustrating all of the messed up things this Tinn had done to both her family and those around them. Everywhere she turned there seemed to be another sign of how impossibly sadistic she had been.

Aria looked down then to see Cianna on hands and knees next to her side rubbing her high cheek against the exposed skin of her leg.

Her resolve firmed.

“I’m sorry you’ve been treated like this Daisy. Why don’t you come up and sit with us. Just relax and know that you’re safe from here on out.”

The yet unnamed cat-lover watched quietly through this exchange, the feline in her lap finally quiet as she had stopped her “treatment” of it. Her lips forming a line below her pink and black helmet.

Daisy merely nodded along her head and body bent forward so that the long fire red hair on her head rippled and bounced below her. An expression of sadness and loss in her deep red eyes.

Back on the throne with Celise on her right, long dick hanging limp and out in the open and Daisy huddled in a chair on her left, those chains ringing out with small *clink*s each time she moved. Cianna rested on her belly by Aria’s foot once again. Finally something seemed to be happening in the room.

The large doors at the end of the hall swung wide as two of the more athletic looking guards pushed the heavy looking contraption open. Through the high entrance a small line of figures marched. To either side a couple of Tinn’s female security stepped with weapons pointed at the small group of individuals. Most of those in the group looked just to be normal people, their features mostly downtrodden and fearful. Some were clearly malnourished, their thin body’s protruding ribs and other usually hidden bones. Other’s had welts and bruises covering their faces and limbs. Not all looked so poor but enough that it was all Aria could see.

As the group came closer Aria’s heart went out to these people. She resolved to use her newfound position to not only fix what had happened to her own family but also the possibly countless lives this Tinn had ruined.

“Guards, please. There’s no need to threaten these people.” she said in what she hoped was a commanding tone. The intimidating women did just as commanded lowering their weapons.

Faster than Aria could register there was movement somewhere in the line of visitors. “For my daughter!” someone shouted out as a crash of blinding light impacted against a shield which began at the edge of the dais. Immediately the guard nearest to the attacker swiped out with a sword of light, the tool quickly and expertly slicing through the assailant’s neck, causing the body to fall to the floor, twitching at the abrupt disconnection of its motor control.

“NO!” Aria shouted too late. She stood abruptly watching the body feeling a helplessness in the moment.

“Haha! It’s been sooooo loooong since someone tried something! I’m tooooo fucking good!” The cat-person-guard jumped up from her seat then pumping her fist in the air as the cat in her other arm clawed with retracted paws against her fair skin.

Unbeknownst to the distraught Aria, Celise sat in her seat stunned and facing a crisis. Her heart beat a foreboding rhythm in her chest as she thought about what just happened. Her mother had almost died... again, she’d almost been lost to her. They should have all seen this coming. Tinn was notorious for her cruelty and love of ruining other’s for her own enjoyment, many hated her. When her sister’s and herself had switched Tinn for their mom and made everyone think it normal they hadn’t thought about the chance of that hatred transferring to her.

“I-I need to protect her. I need to use it. I-I can’t wait for Eve to do this right. If I lose her again…” Tears welled in her wide, panic-stricken eyes.

Not giving herself a chance to second guess herself for fear of wasting a single moment she whispered out a wish.

Earlier, thinking to help her mom however she could, she had asked Eve to give her a couple of wishes. The perverted girl had agreed, if she could make one small change to Celise herself as well as making any wishes she made retro-active changes no matter how they’re worded as well as the words used in the wish being unable to be recalled.

Not thinking of anything, not even the danger of using a wish in such a dangerous way her will firmed.

Still unable to recall her recently dead mother’s name she whispered under her breath “I wish my mom’s are immortal”.

Aria relaxed in the throne, her posture straight as she considered the plight of the commoner below.

“...after my sister passed away and me and my wife took in her kids we barely have the means to put food on the table. I… I don’t know how much longer we can survive.” The distraught older gentleman pleaded. He looked so thin that his arms clearly denoted the structure of the underlying bone.

“I know you don’t often give handouts, but if I could ask that you could reconsider just a small increase in wages at the factories. I’ve heard the company is doing well! Just… as a thank you?”

Aria thought about the quandary. It was true that the company had been doing well recently, she had been around the mistress and her first in command, Lienne, often enough to know that sales were up and investors were happy. With the resurgence of a new war in the East sales for high grade military equipment was high and T was a prime benefactor of that conflict.

“Very well, I will consider it.” she said, smiling down to the wilted human being.

“Oh thank you! Thank you!” he said groveling and kissing the ground before her stage.

“Just be sure that we keep that growth.” she said, intoning a bite to the words.

“Yes! Yes, of course! I’ll tell everyone that you are a most gracious master!” He yelled back as the guards led him down the hall.

Aria sighed. She wished she could just give all of her workers a very liveable wage right away. That would be the right thing to do, but she knew that was an unrealistic approach to the situation. If she did that then her workers would grow complacent, thinking that their lord and mistress doesn’t care how hard they work, that she’s only concerned for their well being. While she did care to a degree, she also needed to keep the company running smoothly. Over time she would raise wages as those under her performed to expectations. Hopefully those like the man who just walked out would survive until that day but life was like that sometimes. There were times where you could be happy, where everything worked out for the best and you had everything you could ever want. Then there were other times where your children were taken from you and you had to watch as day by day the love of your life and soulmate was tortured and manipulated until before you her sense of self was torn away and she was **** to become something so much less than the magnificent, beautiful and intelligent being she really is.

“Cel, let's go. I… I need to relax.”

Celise nodded with a troubled look in her downward mismatched eyes.

Aria stood, stepping in front of Celise and reached down to grip her daughter’s long, flaccid cock.

“Come now, honey, don’t be so sad. You’re beautiful and VERY horny mother is right here.” she stroked the exposed tool in long slow strokes that caused the skin of the quickly hardening member to bunch up around her fingers.

Celise had jolted upright at the initial contact, her bunny ears bouncing straight up as she was shocked by the touch. As the dick rose to its full glory Celise’s expression grew distracted with arousal one ear slowly fell, erectly pointed towards the side twitching.

Aria chuckled at how easily her youngest gave in. Leaning down she kissed her on the forehead. “I love you Cel, Thank you for being my little girl. For being here for me.”

Celise’s cheeks somehow grew redder as her focus reoriented on the face before her, her plump lips parted around her ragged breath.

“Come.” she said as she stood leaving the hard rod unsatisfied. Aria made her way past the two others watching their little moment. As she did she made sure to give Celise a good look at her ass. She knew her daughter would be watching, Aria had a great mother’s ass.