What she always wanted

"I wish I was a queen, dressed lavishly in an expensive and sexy dress."

The rock heated up and granted her wish.

Heather looked down at herself and chuckled. This suited her much-much better; she wore a glossy silver silky dress with a low swooping neckline which displayed her perfectly accented cleavage. The silk was ingrained with reflective sparkles, which shimmered and twinkled in the light and were thin enough to reveal her sexy figure beneath.

"This fits my style." She turned and twisted her body in the light. "Damn I'm fire... okay!" She clapped her hands together. "Let's find me a castle fit for a queen. Follow Eva."

Eva glanced up from her kneeling position and muttered. "Of course, Heather."

"Call me your queen."

"Of course, my queen."

Heather chuckled to herself as she elegantly walked towards the cabins.

****

On her way towards the cabins, she had to ignore all the lingering trash and junk strewn about. It wasn't just junk in the form of literal trash she came across, but of course, she had to find other kinds of junk in the form of her would-be subjects. The first to encounter her were Zoey, Mike, and Dawn. The former two were the winners of Total Drama All-Stars. They both left with the money since Zoey shared her winnings with Mike.

Heather never got over the way she was pushed aside from taking the gold.

"Hello." Heather said with a smirk.

Dawn noticed her first. The girl was meditating on a rock and peeked open an eye. "Greetings." She said, then raised a brow upon seeing Heather's sexy dress.

Zoey and Mike were bending down at the time. Zoey greeted her upon raising up, "Oh. Hi Hea-" She paused. "What are you wearing?"

"Woah- Uh-" Mike's eyes widened as he stood. "Nice... Dress?"

"Thank you." Heather breathed deeply and enjoyed the way their eyes soaked in her raising cleavage. "But you don't need to be handling that trash anymore." She yawned. "There are more important things to do."

"Really?" Zoey half chuckled. "You know. If you're trying to trick us, I won't work."

"Since when did you and Eva become associates?" Dawn spoke gently.

"Yeah, and why is she kneeling?" Mike questioned as Eva lowered herself to a knee.

Heather smirked. "Because she knows her place. You'll understand-"

"Knows her place?" Zoey raised her voice and crossed her arms below her breasts. "What are you playing at?"

"Just looking for more subjects." Heather raised the rock in her hand and gently kissed it. "Now, I wish that whoever I tell I am their queen will submit to me and proclaim their servitude."

"What!?" Mike asked, sounding a fair bit flustered.

Dawn narrowed her eyes at the rock. "Hold on... that rock..."

"Okay, Heather, we have a game to win." Zoey clenched her fist. "So I think it's time you leave us alone."

"That rock is mystical in nature.." Dawn's eyes widened.

With a smirk, Heather licked her lips and opened her mouth.

"Mystical?" Zoey glanced at Dawn with a confused look. "What?"

In response, Dawn just shouted, "Cover your ear-"

"I am your queen," Heather said before Dawn could finish her sentence or place her hands over her ears.

The three of them felt a wave wash by; their eyes widened and grew glossy for a second before their entire demeanor changed.

Zoey blinked then turned to face Heather. "Excuse my rudeness." She then proceeded to kneel before Heather. "My queen."

Heather smirked as she watched Mike and Dawn approach and kneel beside Zoey. "It's alright." She said, "I will forgive you this once. Now..." She stuck out her foot which was encased in diamond high heels. "Worship your queen's feet."

"Yes, my queen." The three of them said.

Heather let out a satisfied breath as she watched Zoey plant her soft lips against her foot.

****

With her new servants following behind, Heather continued on towards the cabins.

She clutched the stone. "I wish all the cameras are on me, and no one will find anything odd with the show."

Suddenly, all of the cameras were focused on her, filming her beauty from all angles and recording Zoey, Mike, Eva, and Dawn's servitudes.

From further ahead, Heather saw Gwen and Trent approaching them with two bags full of trash.

"I wish Trent's bag is filled with sexy images of me, and Gwen's bag is full of dildos."

The two noticed Heather and her entourage and came forward.

"Uh.. Hi Heather." Trent said.

"What do you want?" Gwen was much more rude in her approach. When she noticed Zoey, Mike, and Dawn, she added. "What the heck? Guys, why are you following her around?"

"Because they're my slaves."

"You're what?!!!" Gwen shouted.

"Tell them who I am," Heather commanded her slaves.

"Heather is our queen." Eva, Zoey, Mike, and Dawn said submissively as they lowered to their knees.

Gwen's mouth opened in shock for a few moments before she glared at Heather and said. "What the hell did you do?"

Heather smirked. Gwen was always a longtime rival of hers, but the goth had no idea what's in store for her. "All I said was, I am your queen. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Any and all of Gwen's suspicion and anger died in a second. In its place was a submissive lust. "Of course not, my queen." Gwen breathed, then lowered to one knee to submit and kneel before her queen.

Trent reacted similarly, as he was right beside Gwen, kneeling.

"Good little servant." Heather patted Gwen's head. "It's good to know your place."

"Thank you, my queen," Gwen said.

Heather walked over to Gwen's back and kicked it over; a huge assortment of dildos spilled out and onto the floor.

"Oh look at you. Carrying all these little toys... I wish you would always have a used dildo shoved up your mouth."

Gwen muttered something in response, but her mouth was completely stuffed with a black reflective dildo that matched perfectly with her gothic aesthetic and soft dark blue lips.

"And you." She knocked over Trent's bag and chucked at all the sensual images of her that spilled out. "You love your queen that much, don't you."

"Yes, my queen." He said.

Heather just continued to laugh as she made her way towards the cabins.