[Epilogue: "An Ignoble Sacrifice"]

She lies on her stomach, wearing nothing but the most uncomfortable thong she's ever had to wear in her life. It's the only thing she's worn for the last two months.

I miss my boy shorts... she thinks as she pulls the latex thong out of her ass for the hundredth time today.

She lies there in the Centurion's pleasure chamber alone, her stomach pressed against the cold floor. She hated it at first, but she's grown used to it. Lying on a cold floor every night obviously isn't ideal, but it's far better than when the mistress is home.

Speak of the devil. Her mind goes blank at the sound of latex boots announcing the Centurion's return.

She quickly flips over and props herself on her hands and knees before the Centurion's throne.

Click. Click. Click. The sound of her boots grow closer. The door opens and in walks the woman who defeated the once-notorious Subrina Skye. Of course, that wasn't her name anymore.

"Bootsucker! Have you behaved yourself today?" She says sharply, bringing her heel down to the floor with a loud thud to accentuate her new name.

Bootsucker stares at the floor. "Y-y-yes Mistress Centurion."

"Good girl," she says as she sits upon her throne and puts her feet up on the defeated heroine's back. "I've had such a long day, so many freedom fighters to step on, so little time...."

Normally, that type of comment would have made Bootsucker furious. But her fighting spirit has been completely extinguished now.

"OH! You won't believe who I ran into today!"

No.... no, please, it can't be....

"Mhm, that's right," she continues, leaning over and digging her boots into Bootsucker's back. "It was your old gal pal Kara! We caught her on the planet Bondax. She put up more of a fight that we expected, but... well, she was no match for me."

No! No, this isn't happening!

_"_Oh yes, that's right. No one's coming to rescue you, Bootsucker! You're mine forever, and that little friend of yours will be lapping up the Empress's cunt for the rest of your life. Looks like that little sacrifice of yours was all. for. nothing. HAHAHAHAHA!"

Oh my god. It's over. It's really over. She won. I sacrificed myself for nothing....

"Anyway, her face got my boots all dirty so... assume the position."

Despite the typhoon of emotion inside her, Bootsucker does as she's told. She lies flat on the ground, flips over onto her back and opens her mouth, ready to perform her namesake.

"Say ahhh!"

Tears in her eyes, she did as she was told. "Ahh...."

Mistress Centurion cruelly shoves her grimy, dirt-covered latex boot heel into her mouth and after only a half-second of hesitation, she sucks on the heel like a good girl. She sucks it for hours on end before having to lick every crevice clean. Her mind completely broken, Bootsucker spends the rest of her life as Mistress Centurion's personal footstool.

Over the course of several months, the Centurion updates Bootsucker of their progress, until one day she informs her that at long last, their galactic conquest is complete. All the people of the galaxy are now the Empress' slaves, and it's all because of your failure.

Subrina was captured and enslaved. Game Over.