New Life of Victoria

The next few days were very tough for the former ruler of the world, as she had become a peasant! Peasant women did not wear underwear; they didn’t even know such a concept existed. And along with them, the once-powerful sorceress stopped wearing it as well. Her massive breasts and vagina constantly rubbed against her garments. These garments were a poorly made ankle-length dress, nothing like the expensive gowns she used to wear. Moreover, she had to wear it all the time, and when it was being washed, she simply had to go naked. This was a far cry from the experiences of an empress who normally never wore the same dress twice. The worst, however, was the complete lack of shoes—her poor feet were suffering greatly.

Her physical condition was also far from ideal. Primarily, because she was **** to work in the fields, her pale skin, a symbol of high birth, had darkened considerably. Despite her high cheekbones and aristocratic posture, which still hinted at her noble origins, the fact that she had been in “captivity” for only a few days made her downfall shockingly rapid. Her long nails, ill-suited for work, had been cut short. The same was nearly true for her pride—her waist-length, coal-black hair—but fortunately for her, Tom refused to let it be cut. Of course, he didn’t do this for free; it came at the cost of a sexual encounter with the monarch.

This was another problem: not only had she lost some of her beauty, but she was also humiliated in another way—she was **** to work. Victoria understood what work was: it meant engaging in political schemes, resettling thousands of people to establish another magic academy, or turning free people into slaves to build a canal (after all, using magic for such trivial tasks was akin to sacrilege). She had long pondered how to eliminate all religions except the worship of herself. That was work—work far more demanding than, say, cleaning latrines, as it required intellect. Now, however, she was **** to do physical labor! As if she were a maid or a ****, not the empress of the known world. She was made to clean the cottage, do laundry, peel strange vegetables that tasted awful and she had never eaten before, and even pull weeds in the field. For a woman who, for a thousand years, hadn’t even opened a door herself, this was utterly humiliating. Worse still, while she toiled, the peasants reveled in luxuries. The earrings she wore were magical, allowing the creation of a portal to a small world containing a palace and a garden. Nothing from that world could be brought into the real one, but it provided an illusion. Victoria rarely used it, and lately, not at all. But the peasants were having a grand time.

All these things, however, paled in comparison to what Tom and, to some extent, his sister did to her. After a day of hard work—or before it, and often both before and after—she had to satisfy them sexually. She could no longer keep count of how many times. Virtually every part of her body had, at some point, been covered in his sperm, Nel’s juices, or her own. Her vagina, anus, and mouth had been thoroughly violated by his penis. The only thing that saved her was his sexual inexperience. Nel, on the other hand, loved forcing her to perform oral sex on her. She was also very creative; for instance, she recently came up with the idea of having her brother place his penis between Victoria’s massive breasts. While Tom was only interested in his own pleasure, Nel was determined to **** the once-elegant Victoria to orgasm, and it was achieving an orgasm that Victoria found the most humiliating. Her mind was already nearly broken. It no longer bothered her to beg Tom to sleep with her, as long as it meant he wouldn’t **** her to work.

For Tom and Nel, this situation could go on forever. Finally, instead of bowing to the nobility, they had kidnapped one of its members and **** her to satisfy their base sexual desires. Will was somewhat dissatisfied, as he would have loved to thoroughly ravish Victoria himself, but his wife wouldn’t allow it. Bess, on the other hand, wasn’t particularly interested in the luxury of the illusory world. Humiliating this “empress” was mildly entertaining, though it was satisfying to watch the high-born woman beg for mercy. But Bess had a plan and had already begun to execute it. She would trade her daughter Ida for this woman in a brothel!