You get sent to the dungeon

Her smile turns sinister as she says, "I know exactly what to do with you! I think we've had enough of this small-time shit!"

She snaps her fingers, and suddenly you're in darkness, sitting on an extremely hard floor. Your hands are held above you at about shoulder height, but when you try to move them forward, they're held tight by something hard and metallic around your wrists.

After a few moments your eyes start to adjust. The room isn't completely dark, there is dim, orange light coming from a hallway. As your vision improves, you see that the reason you can't move your arms very far is because they're held by iron manacles. The reason the floor is hard is because it's made of stone. There are iron bars in front of you.

You're in a castle dungeon, just like the ones you've seen in movies and TV shows.

Your clothes also match the new decor. You're wearing some kind of old peasant clothes, like a tunic and leggings. They're extremely tattered and dirty, as if you've been here for years without changing your clothes. You can't tell if the horrible smell is coming from your clothes or the cell. Probably both.

Time passes incredibly slowly. Your movement is very restricted by the chains, but if you stand up, you can hold your arms at your side instead of letting them hang next to your shoulders. After standing for a long time, you go back to sitting.

After what seems like hours, a guard comes in. The guard is wearing typical armor that fits the old timey dungeon, but, less typically, she's a girl. In fact, you know her! She's from the high school softball team, and you had a math class with her last year!

"Hey, Rene!" you yell as she unlocks the door and enters your cell. "You've got to help me get out of- OOOFFF!"

She rams a fist covered in a heavy gauntlet into your gut. "Shut up, maggot! You're a prisoner of Queen Tiffany, and you'll get out when she wants you out!" She slaps you hard, then shoves a loaf of bread into your hand and leaves.

Your jaw aches and your stomach is turning. You hold onto the bread until you feel better, then try to eat it. It's extremely stale and hard, but you've been in here a long time, and you're hungry.

The hours pass by. More food comes from time to time, so you start to figure that you must have been in here a couple of days so far. Occasionally you stand up. It helps your legs, and it also allows you to get your hand close enough to your crotch to masturbate.

With nothing else to do, thoughts of Ms Jo, now queen, fill your head. Is she wearing some kind of royal gown now? Is it regal and demure, like a real queen would wear, or something sexy like the outfit a cartoon villain queen? Obviously the sexy outfit would be more interesting, and her incredible figure and huge breasts in an outfit like that dominate your thoughts. You rub your crotch more and more often thinking about the new queen. At one point another guard comes in while you're pleasing yourself. It's another teenage girl, but this time a very large one you don't recognize. She ignores your lewd activity and does the same thing the guards always do, punch you in the stomach and shove some stale bread into your hand.

This routine continues for a long time, but you have no idea how long. You become constantly exhausted and dehydrated. Then two guards come in and unlock you from the manacles. They lead you out of the dungeon and up many, many stairs. The torches on the wall are replaced by windows, and the bright light hurts your eyes. They lead you into a gigantic throne room, bigger than the school gymnasium, then shove you to your knees before the throne.

"Here is the prisoner you asked for, Queen Tiffany!" yells one of the guards.

You look up. The Queen is hotter than your wildest fantasy. She's wearing a black dress with red accents, long in the back, but short in the front to show off her incredible legs. It's tight around the waist, but the scooped neckline shows off a massive amount of cleavage. Her shoulders are bare, but she's wearing black, lace gloves. Her crown is fine gold wire, holding beautiful jewels, though not as beautiful as her perfect Asian face.

She smiles at you. "Are you doing well, prisoner?"

"Yes, Queen..." you try to say her name as the guards did, but you still can't. "Yes, my queen."

Queen Tiffany laughs. "I've had a lot of fun the last few days. I've enslaved the football team, making them all serve me sexually when they're not exercising to craft their bodies into pleasing forms. I've tortured *so* many cheerleaders, which was much more fun than pretending to be one of them. Now I'm in a forgiving mood. Would you like me to ease up on your punishment a bit?"

"Yes, my queen!" you yell out desperately. "Please stop this ****!"

"Well, I'm not going to let you off entirely. You've been a very, very bad boy. However, maybe we can do something a little more... fun."