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Author's note: There is a lot of identity jumping that happens in this older story of mine and back then when I was still writing for myself, I came up with the convention of using the first syllable of the wearer's name as a prefix to the victim's name as a way of keeping track of who was who. For example, the main character, "Warren" wearing a skin of the character "Fialla" would, after donning the skin would be referred to in narrative as "WaFialla:" that is, Warren inside Fialla. I used this to a lesser extent in an earlier story and while it wasn't clear whether this was the source or not, I received some comments that it was confusing. Even so, after rereading, I've decided to stick with this convention for this piece because most of the time, knowing/remembering who is in who's skin is important to understanding what is going on and why. I apologize that a few of the later scenes see a lot of name dropping because all the pronouns otherwise would be "she" and that would be even less helpful for understanding who's doing what. Fortunately, I like to think that I've gotten better at avoiding these kinds of problems in my more recent stories. In any event, I hope you enjoy this skin swapping adventure! ---------- The new barista was doing well that night, freeing Mae to join Warren in a private corner booth, rather than trying to chat over the bar as they used to. Since King Saram's death and the Queen's Purges, Warren's condition had been tenuous at best, sometimes winning, sometimes losing against depression. Finding one of his old friends from the Revolution, Mae, and the pub she owned and operated had been a blessing that had improved Warren's emotional stability considerably but the accessibility of alcohol hurt more than it helped. This evening he had only had one drink before Mae was available to join him at their new location. He greeted her politely as she slid into the booth seat opposite him and Kyrin brought over a mug of tea for Mae without needing to be asked. Kyrin spared Warren a sympathetic glance before hurrying over to another customer ready to make an order. They sipped their drinks in silence for a few moments, taking in the new perspective. From the corner they could see the whole pub floor at once: the patrons drinking, some merrily, some not so jovial as news of the latest of the Queen's executed 'traitors to the crown' reported over one of the televisions in the corner. When Warren finally broke the silence, Mae was surprised by what she heard. "This isn't the country we worked so hard to make." It was still Saram related, but took a different angle than Warren's rants. "Yesterday, I saw tax collectors turn out a family for being unable to pay. That happens every day, but why did this time bother me so much?" He wondered out loud. "I... even holding on to what I earned from the post revolution years, I should be a rich man, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid to spend more than I absolutely have to, because I don't want to give the Queen an excuse to try to take it away. That should not be something that I should be afraid of. As a law abiding citizen and a patriot even from the revolution. But she scares me. She scares me because she feels like a power out of my control." It may have not been the whole problem, nothing was going to bring Saram back from the dead, but something clicked in Mae's mind. "You're right, it shouldn't be that way." Mae knew Warren. His ability had always allowed him to control his situation, and now he was faced with something he was afraid he could not stop. He blamed Queen Zemia for her husband and Warren's best friend, King Saram's death, not that anyone who was speaking could say for certain whether she was truly responsible. By doing so though, Warren attributed to her credit for something that had hurt him badly. And that cowed him. He had been hurt so badly in the past already, losing his parents, his beloved sister disappearing. Mae had struggled thus far to try to encourage him to keep going in part because she was not sure where she should be pointing him. She did not know any better than he did, but she did know he had to keep going, for fear he might instead search for an end for himself. This new direction of thought may be a lifeline and so Mae jumped on the opportunity, despite some of the dangers she was beginning to see. Mae studied her tea through her olive green bangs. The tea leaves floated placidly, suspended within the drink. With out looking up, she started setting up her pitch. "Queen Zemia IS powerful. She's shown just enough political skill to control the cabinet and our nation's prominence, despite it's internal issues, makes it difficult for external powers to influence or inspire any change. No one outside can change her, no one inside can change her." It was certainly crazy, but she needed to give Warren SOMETHING and given who he was and what he could do, this MIGHT just work. Mae looked up to meet Warren's gaze where she could already see the gears turning. "No one, except perhaps you. No one inside can change her, but someone inside HER could." Warren's eyes widened, and he hurriedly set down his drink in favor of running a hand through his short cropped dark blue hair. His eyes wandered, first from Mae, to his drink, then sliding off the table to look out over the bustling pub floor before clenching tightly closed. He massaged the bridge of his nose with closed eyes, concentrating hard, as if thinking were difficult or painful. When he finally looked up again at her, Mae's breath caught. The devilish grin that slowly spread across his face was straight out of their adolescence, though his eyes had lost some vigor and gained some madness since then. Mae was not certain if she should be afraid or excited at what she started, but it was too late to stop now. The two retreated back to a more private room where Mae gathered some paper and pens and they began to draw plans. Warren was a spy mage, or at least, he had been back when he was fighting in the revolution. What made him the best was his custom magic: a spell that created a perfect wearable replica of a subject. When worn, the wearer had access to the memories, mannerisms and skills of the original. The fun thing about spells and spell made objects was that their creator could manipulate them. Mae knew a few of the current maids working at the castle, have Warren replace one that commutes regularly and that got him into the castle easily enough. Maid chatter had also revealed that Queen Zemia takes tea regularly after retiring, perhaps there was a blend she found soothing. Warren could then find out who was in charge of bringing her that tea and then replace them. Drug the tea and Zemia would be knocked out long enough for Warren to generate a Zemia skin. At this point in the plan, Mae hesitated. What should they do about the original Zemia? Warren's Zemia skin would let him imitate and replace her perfectly, it granted the original's memories and mannerisms, so that was not an issue. Mae also knew that even without those, Warren's skill and experience from his spying days would help carry him through both the acting and the politics he will have to deal with. But they had to do something about Zemia herself. The first option would be to kill her. Remove her entirely from the picture. It was the quickest, simplest, and probably most effective solution, but as someone who at least liked to think of herself as morally sound, Mae could not bring herself to suggest it. Fortunately, the nuances of Warren's spell did open up some more complex options. When Warren was nearby, he could puppet closed skins he had created previously, regardless of whether there was someone else inside them or not. This meant that as long as he could keep an animated skin close, it could potentially act as a psuedo-living, walking prison. Mae faltered a little at the thought, wondering if it was really any better than just killing the victim off to begin with, but, keeping them alive could at least defer the ultimate decision until perhaps new options become available. As usual, Warren kept his personal opinions to himself. It was nice seeing his serious work mode again. Despite his expressionless consternation, he seemed more lively than he had in ages. The incongruity made Mae smile a bit, and though she shook her head lightly and quickly returned her attention to their plans, the smile remained. ----- "Sorry about this, Fi," Mae whispered under her breath, as she watched Warren sneak down the alley and knock the petite girl out with a single skillful blow from behind. Better this than lying to her more than Mae already would have to. Warren quickly gathered up the girl and carried her into the pub's backdoor; Mae scurried in on his heels, closing and locking the door behind her. Upstairs in her guest bedroom, Warren set Fialla down on the bed and began to strip off her clothes. The deftness of his hands and speed and accuracy with with he removed layers from the girl was admittedly unsettling to Mae; it was a reminder that he was probably more experienced with women's attire than she was, both from taking it from victims and from wearing it himself when he wore women's skins. In less than a minute, Fialla's bra and panties were on the floor next to her off duty, casual dress with leggings and a short sleeved, short cut jacket. Pressing one finger lightly against Fialla's bare shoulder, Warren summoned forth the mana lines and Mae watched them arrange themselves in the space around the unconscious girl. Once in position, they flashed once and then dimmed before slowly starting to pulse as information about Fialla was extracted and analyzed by the spell. Seconds later, the mana lines faded and Warren was holding a limp Fialla skin. Without missing a beat, Warren quickly stripped out of his own clothes and began putting on Fialla. Mae could feel her face flush at the sight of it all, but the process alone did not even arouse Warren anymore, his manhood remained flaccid as it disappeared into Fialla's pelvis. Cinching the skin up around his waist, Warren had shrunk from a few inches taller than Mae, to being almost a head shorter, and putting on the rest of Fialla would make him a bit shorter than that even. Warren never even glanced at Mae throughout the process, he was all business. Her flat chest almost seemed smaller than Warren's pectorals as he pulled her torso up over his own, further shrinking his figure. Finally, Warren ducked into the neck, filling out her head. He took a few seconds to poke and prod about to make sure everything was flush before closing up the back and finishing the transformation. He expertly redressed in Fialla's clothes, putting on her bra faster than Mae thought she could put on her own (though that may have been because Fialla was so small that she did not seem to need a bra), and pulling the dress over her head with the short jacket still on. With only a few final tugs at fabric to make sure it settled comfortably, WaFialla brushed a short ice-blue bang from her eye as she looked up at Mae with a soft, lightly apologetic look that was very classically Fialla. "Sorry Miss Mae, I need to get back home soon, since I need to be up at the castle at dawn tomorrow. I trust you'll look after my other self like we discussed earlier. I'll let you know how things went as soon as I'm able! Bye!" And with that, WaFialla scurried out the door. Mae could hear her boots tump lightly down the stairs and the back door open and close behind her. Looking back to the unconscious original Fialla, Mae sighed. Now, how to best go about explaining why Fialla's clothes disappeared while she was out... ----- The shadows stretched long across the courtyard as the morning sun barely began peeking over the mountainous horizon. WaFialla's short legs paced quickly to make up for their lack of stride length, as she hurried up to the maid's quarters. A quick search through Fialla's memories last night told Warren that Shasal was assigned to be Queen Zemia's tea bearer for this evening, and that Shasal would be on kitchen duty in the east ward kitchens for most of the day while Fialla herself had some guest room prep but was just on standby after that. During standby, he could offer to help in the east ward kitchens to get close to Shasal and look for an opportunity to switch. Changing swiftly into her maid outfit, WaFialla double checked the schedule to make sure it agreed with her stolen memory and, seeing that it did, set off to start on her tasks. The setting sun cast shadows back to whence they originated at the beginning of the day as the maids of the castle finished their last tasks and trickled back to their quarters. Despite supposing to be on standby, WaFialla had been reassigned by the new head maid to other tasks for most of the day preventing her from seeking Shasal out earlier. That fortunately worked out however, as switching to Shasal would require Warren to hide original Shasal in the Fialla skin, but he would not be able to control her if Fialla got called away after the switch. Knock knock. WaFialla knocked on Shasal's dorm door in the maid's quarters. After a slight delay, Shasal opened the door. "Oh, if it isn't Fi. What can I help you with this evening?" Ever the maid, even when she was off duty. Shasal was of average build, meaning she was appreciably bigger than Fialla, with straight dark brown hair that was tied back in a tight pony tail save for two locks that hung in front of her ears and fell to just below her moderate bust. "May I come in?" Shasal opened the door the rest of the way and let WaFialla in. "Well, I was just wondering how you were doing. This is only your third night bringing Her Majesty's evening tea, right?" WaFialla asked, but she did not wait for a response. As soon as Shasal closed the door, WaFialla struck a quick clean blow to the back of her neck, having to hop to reach the taller woman's neck. Catching her as she crumpled, WaFialla maneuvered her onto her bed and locked the door before she began the same process Warren used with Fialla. This time however, after stripping out of her own uniform, WaFialla reached behind her head and dug her nails into the skin at the nape of her neck, pulling it apart and freeing Warren's birth form from Fialla's skin. After fully donning the new Shasal skin and redressing in her maid uniform, WaShasal forced the still unconscious Shasal into the Fialla skin, closing the opening in the back up and using his ability to connect to the skin, ShaFialla's eyes opened and she shifted around to sit upright on the bed, facing WaShasal. WaShasal checked all of ShaFialla's senses, making sure they were calibrated and feeding back to Warren correctly before dressing her in Fialla's maid uniform and leaving the room. ShaFialla followed alongside WaShasal, and the two made the appearance of small talk while they made their way to the royal quarter's prep-kitchen to make the Queen's tea. Despite convention that should have prevented it, Fialla's reputation as the lovable 'fun sized' maid among the guards was enough to allow her to accompany Shasal for the Queen's evening tea. Zemia was already in her sleep wear by the time WaShasal entered the Queen's quarters, leaving ShaFialla just outside the door. As she was supposed to, WaShasal bowed deeply after entering fully, balancing the tray of tea as she did so. "Your tea this evening, your Majesty." ----- The sleeping drug in the tea was lightly added intentionally. Rather than knocking out the victim forcefully, the smaller dose caused sleep more naturally, but kept them sleeping as soundly as if they had been knocked out. WaShasal watched Zemia sprawled out rather ungraciously on her large bed, her generous bosom rising and falling rhythmically with her sleeping breath cycle. The important deed had already been done. In her hands, WaShasal held a perfect replica skin of her liege, the Queen of the kingdom. It had almost been too easy to get this far. It would be satisfying to go with the original plan, but maybe he could do more with this situation. Pulling off her maid headdress, she pulled the Zemia skin's head over her own and let it calibrate, Zemia's absurd head of magenta curls immediately weighing on her neck as it fell around WaShasal's maid uniform. When she could see through Zemia's eyes, she knew Zemia's memories would be accessible, and Warren began his search. He wanted to know a few things, first of which, if Zemia had played any role in Saram's death. To his surprise, the illness that had taken his friend, King Saram's life had in fact been unfortunately natural. However, when Zemia learned that Saram was dying, she took steps to exacerbate it, rather than help. Next, he confirmed that she did indeed have a unique mage ability as he and Mae and a few others had suspected. "Seductress" was everything it sounded like and explained a lot of the things that Zemia had gotten away with sweet talking. Lastly, any information that he could make immediate use of... There was a public broadcast cabinet meeting scheduled for tomorrow... despite being personally appointed by her, the cabinet did not always and certainly not unanimously get along with the Queen. Since SHE is present for that meeting, then perhaps he could... using her for that... and then this would be possible while still... Warren was changing the plan. He did not expect Mae to like it, but he certainly would. Taking off Zemia's head, WaShasal strode over to the sleeping Zemia and dressed her in her own skin. Puppeting the skin alone awake, Warren maneuvered her over to her desk to pen a certain summons. This would be very fun indeed, WaShasal grinned as she watched. It was nice being in control again. ----- "I come bearing a summons for Lady Valena. I am to escort her to the Green Lotus reception room." Still unconscious Shasal returned to her quarters, WaFialla presented a scroll adorned with the royal seal. Valena's personal guards glanced nervously at each other, but accepted the summons without comment and one knocked and entered the guest chamber housing the Lady Valena. Lady Valena was the matriarch of the second most powerful noble family behind the royal family and despite all airs put on in public, it was widely known that she did not get along well with Zemia. Unfortunately, in this case, the enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend as Valena was as power hungry and avaricious as Zemia, and they disagreed frequently simply because they were too similar. Warren's new plan allowed him to target two birds in one go. The doors opened again and Valena emerged wearing a light one piece dress with a deep neckline and a decorative belt, orchid color hair hanging in loose waves to her waist. "This had better be important, she should know not to summon me spontaneously like this." Her voice was sultry in quality, but the acidity of her tone and words spoiled the effect. WaFialla smiled politely. "I apologize for the inconvenience. Now, if you would please follow me." She waited for Valena to nod curtly before turning and briskly leading off to the Green Lotus room. --- Zemia and Valena shared many things and good looks was one of them. Valena was a match for Zemia in almost every regard, from her ample breasts to her inviting hips and shapely ass. Her high cheek bones, small nose, and almond shaped eyes gave her an exotic flair that allowed her to rival Zemia's Seductress effect. She was taller than Zemia by a few inches as well. Warren admired Valena's long smooth legs as he pulled them over his own. Pulling the rest of the skin up to his groin, he paused, noticing that he actually had an erection. Perhaps it was the excitement of some sexual action soon, or just the thrill of what he was doing that had got him going. He gave a small sideways smile, and glanced over at the original Valena, hanging suspended in a silencing restraining field grinding her teeth and glaring at him. Warren made a show of tucking his cock into the skin as he pulled it up over his ass to his waist, letting his manhood hide behind Valena's tight cunt. Bringing the torso partway up his back, he then slipped his arms in to hers one at a time before shrugging the shoulders over his and feeling Valena's breasts come to life on his chest. Before pulling her head over his own though, he approached the restrained Valena, stepping slowly, hips swaying and breasts shifting under the skin's limp deflated head still draped over her bosom as he moved. "You should be excited. We're going to fuck Zemia real good." Warren teased the helpless woman. He reached up and fondled one of her breasts with one hand while groping one of his own with the other, around the deflated head. With a devious grin, Warren then picked up the Valena head and pulled it over his own, completing the transformation. When fully synchronized, WaValena eyed her hostage lustily and licked her lips. Then she turned and swayed over to the discarded Fialla skin where she removed Fialla's underwear revealing piece of fabric with a hole in the front that would have strapped around Fialla's hips if they had any form. Pulling the fabric out revealed a long dildo shape that had been stored in Fialla's pussy. WaValena looked over her shoulder at the suspended Valena behind her and drew her tongue along the eight inch length of the dildo without breaking eye contact. Back still to Valena, WaValena reached with her other hand, plunging first two, then three, then her whole hand into her vagina, the labia stretching unnaturally to accommodate the bizarre motion. WaValena let out a shakey breath as her whole hand stimulated the walls of her pussy as she searched inside. After a few seconds, she pulled her hand out leading with it, Warren's penis, standing in attention from Valena's cunt. WaValena then guided her penis into the dildo's hollow shaft and once it was fully encapsulated and the rest of its material flush against her groin, she secured the straps around her hips and turned to face her captive self. She returned to Valena, the swaying of her hips as she walked causing the dildo to swing back and forth, and shifted her restraining spell to force her captive to spread her legs and lowered her to the appropriate height. WaValena used the head of her dildo to tease the clit and lips of Valena's vagina for a few seconds before thrusting inside. While still undulating her hips, WaValena leaned forward to grope and suckle on Valena's breasts. Warren could feel the warmth and tightness of Valena's cunt through the walls of the dildo as it constricted around him, welcoming every thrust despite Valena's squirming protest. WaValena pushed the dildo in deeply as she came, semen gushing from the opening at the tip and coating Valena's insides thickly. Pulling out, WaValena repositioned her original again allowing her to force Valena into the Fialla skin. Once sealed up and synchronized, she released the restrain spell and brought VaFialla to kneel in front of her. "It's like looking in a mirror, isn't it? Except instead of forcing everyone to suck your metaphorical dick, I actually have one." WaValena mocked her proud victim. VaFialla's face revealed nothing but tame obedience despite how the woman inside must have been writhing in a mix of anger and panic. She made VaFialla lick and suck clean the dildo until she came again in her mouth. Satisfied for now, WaValena unstrapped the dildo and pulled it from her cock, then tucked her cock back into her pussy and pushed the dildo inside as well, restrapping it in reverse. She dressed herself in Valena's dress and accessories while having VaFialla redress in the maid's outfit. She paused before leaving, taking a moment to reign in her good mood and project frustrated disgust at having her time wasted. She made VaFialla look respectfully sympathetic to match, as she threw open the doors and stormed back towards her room, VaFialla anxiously on her heels. As they walked, they passed another maid who started, not expecting either of the two to be where they were. WaValena paused, eyeing the maid for a second. "Inform your head maid that I'll be holding on to this one till further notice. I will apparently be staying longer than I expected and I won't stand to be under-attended. That is all." She declared, and without waiting for a response, turned to continue walking. VaFialla ducked her head in helplessness before scurrying after WaValena, leaving the other maid to process what just happened and rush off to tell the head maid. Back in Valena's private quarters, alone with VaFialla, WaValena, stripped off her dress and accessories and sat naked before the make-up dresser. She glanced at VaFialla in the mirror and made the maid meet her eyes. "I'll let you move yourself if you promise not to make trouble." Warren tentatively gave Valena control of Fialla's head. "To... to think someone with an ability like yours was hiding in this country..." She started levelly, though still clearly unsettled by speaking with a voice that was not hers. Warren relaxed control of the rest of Fialla's body and let Valena try moving herself, getting a feel for the much smaller figure. "You're not angry? I did rape you." WaValena turned on the bench to face VaFialla. Warren let a look of smug amusement cross WaValena's face as she waited for VaFialla's response. "I'm not totally over it, but with my own body moving for me, contemplation was the only thing I could freely do. And, admittedly, the more I thought about things, the more interesting things became. You said we were going to fuck Zemia? Like that perhaps? I'd withstand a whole lot more than what you did if I could make Zemia suffer as well." WaValena smiled devilishly. This was even better than what she had hoped to hear. "I think I can arrange something. Your willing cooperation will make things easier. Here's my current plan." ----- That evening, Zemia held her scheduled publicly broadcasted cabinet meeting. The meeting took place in a specially designed room - a two tiered tear shaped table allowed the cabinet members to sit on relatively equal terms with each other while the Queen sat on a small stage at the elevated tip allowing her to preside over her cabinet. Warren wore a crimson and purple arm band around his left sleeve as well as a badge atop the right side of his ample bust. Dark green hair flowed from under the maid's headdress and cascaded gracefully to his rear. His dress and petticoats hid a number of tools and accessories for later. For now though, he was the epitome of maidly attendance. As the lead maid for the conference should be. Kulara was responsible for tending to the Queen personally, and her performance would be representing her noble house of employ before the cabinet members and the rest of the country through the press cameras and WaKulara had no intention of disappointing. Thanks to her agreeing to cooperate, Valena was herself at this meeting though wearing her own skin as a safety for Warren. Similarly, Zemia wore her own skin but unlike Valena, she was still unaware of it at all. After the second topic concluded, there was a short break scheduled before the start of the next. There was enough time for small side conversations to break out between the cabinet members, but no one left the table. WaKulara prepared a tray with a glass of ice and two pitchers, one of water and one of wine, over to Queen Zemia, who looked stately as always, but up close, one could see some signs of boredom. WaKulara closed her eyes as her mental count approached their cue. Valena's men cut the lights and WaKulara waited for a second to let the sounds of confusion and panicked feet fill the air before dropping her tray and opening her darkness adjusted eyes. She swiftly pulled her dress over her head, and set it aside. Under the maid dress, she wore a black leather basque-stocking and garter belt combination wrapped in a corset with a large zipper down the front. From the folds of the maid's dress she extracted a solid black masquerade mask and drew it over her eyes. Two thick bands tied her hair into large twin tails, and full arm black gloves ascended her bare arms. Finally, she pulled out a syringe with a small volume of harmless saline inside and lunged towards Zemia's chair. Wrapping her free hand tightly around Zemia's neck, WaKulara jammed the syringe into Zemia's arm, emptying it into her. "Ku- I was expecting somethi-" Zemia squirmed more from discomfort than attempting to escape, but her unamused retort cut off as the needle entered her arm. "Wha!? You! What did you put into me?" She demanded, suddenly more concerned. "I see your plan. You're a bold one, but I hope you realize that you won't get out of thi-" Warren exerted his control on Zemia's skin and forced her to closer her mouth. Her eye's bulged and he could feel her heart rate jump with her back pressed against WaKulara's chest. As the lights came back on, WaKulara made a show of removing the syringe from Zemia's arm, and tossed it non- nonchalantly forward onto the lower table. The room froze. Dead silent. The feed on the far screen showed that the cameras were still live, as Warren had hoped. "Now that I have your attention." WaKulara started, lowering her voice pitch. "The Queen now carries in her, a new toxin, specially created for this occasion. My comrades have the only antidote, not I, so I'm sure I don't need to warn anyone not to try to stop us. The toxin restricts motor functions shortly after injection - so the target can't resist. They can still move, but slowly, and painfully. It kills in a few hours, so we have time to make our pitch." WaKulara pulled Zemia from their awkward half sitting position about her chair to out on the raised stage and released her neck hold, letting the Queen fall hard on the hard stage. Warren made Zemia cringe and stiffly prop herself up on one elbow, breathing becoming labored as she tried to look up at her monologuing aggressor. WaKulara looked out over the cabinet members, half still frozen, half whispering to attendants, but none looked away. "This government is corrupt. Politicians deny it on principal, but even the poorest among us know it to be true, perhaps because of the extent of said corruption, the poor know it best. Children starve to death in their parents hands while tax collectors kick them from their homes. The red-light district is one of the most prosperous parts of the city. But it wasn't always like this. Many of us are still in shock at how quickly it got so bad. The trend we've noticed?" WaKulara glanced down at Zemia. "It all started when King Saram died, and this doll started sitting pretty on the throne. We liked King Saram. The people helped him win the throne during the civil revolution because we knew he understood and cared about us. No other noble came down from the castle halls to mix and mingle with the people. How can you know your people if you won't even look their way, or listen when they plead. That's why things like this happen. When a child can't get attention from their parent from being good and behaving, then the child acts up because even a reprimand is attention. You can't ignore your people, Queen Zemia. A monarch is supported and beloved by his people BECAUSE they appreciate and respect the effort and investment that the monarch makes FOR his people." WaKulara pulled Zemia roughly up by the arm, and leaned her against herself, producing a knife from Zemia's own sleeve, she jammed it into the bodice of the Queen's dress and ran it down its length, tearing the dress off the Queen and leaving a thin red line down her abdomen. Gasps from the audience. "Maybe you'll understand better how you treat us, when you're receiving the same kind of treatment yourself." WaKulara dragged Zemia over and onto the table, pushing back the Queen's chair out of the way to lay her atop her papers. Zemia made a weak show of stiffly trying to move, but WaKulara easily subdued her. With one hand pinning Zemia, WaKulara used her other to unzip the zipper in the front of her corset, revealing a large black dildo, the same one Warren used that morning. Her free hand ripped off Zemia's panties, and grabbing her ass firmly with both hands, WaKulara slammed her sheathed penis into Zemia's pussy. It only took three thrusts for the cameras to cut, which was actually longer than Warren had expected. Ramming Zemia's cunt was even better than Valena's because he could feel the feedback from the Zemia skin at the same time. In his peripheral vision, he saw Valena feigning shock at the spectacle, though he would have bet money it was a smile hidden behind that slender hand. Lectured and raped on television and in front of her cabinet, Warren could feel the heat of Zemia's shame and anger feed through the Zemia skin's face. Warren could see a number of other flushed faces in the audience, many of them men - after all, the divine bodied Queen in nothing but her bra, stockings and garter belt, bent over by another reasonably well endowed woman with a strap-on. Each thrust shifted two sets of breasts back and forth. "Do you feel good, your Majesty? You should feel good, just like you claim the people should be happy that they can serve their country. It's the same feeling. Can you believe that, even after all you've done to this country, there are still people who are proud to live here? It must feel a lot like this!" WaKulara leaned forward on to Zemia's back, spreading her legs. Wrapping her hands around her thighs, she hefted Zemia up and let herself fall back into Zemia's chair, now with Zemia, legs wide and sitting in her lap atop the dildo. "This is the pleasure, the pride you think, you expect us to feel when serving you!" WaKulara bounced Zemia on her rod, the position clearly showing Zemia's everything to the audience. Warren could feel his cock approaching climax. "H... Here's my love for you, your Majesty! Take it all in, every FAKE drop!" WaKulara shouted as she came, hot semen poured through the tip of the dildo and filled Zemia's cunt. Before she was finished ejaculating, WaKulara leaned back and pulled her cock out, letting it spurt the last bits of cum onto Zemia's face and tits. WaKulara breathed heavily but held that position to let the scene burn into the minds of the onlookers. Beautiful Queen Zemia, legs spread atop a thick black rod, dripping white milk. Hefting Zemia, WaKulara rose from the seat and heftetd her paralyzed captive over her shoulder. "I've made our point. I'm taking my leave now," she said simply, zipping up the dildo once more inside her corset and turned to leave the stunned room through the back entrance still. As soon as the door closed behind her, she heard movement frantically pick up and people started shouting, but WaKulara was not sticking around. Increasing her pace as much as she could while carrying the Queen, she rushed down the hallway, emptied by Valena's order when the spectacle began. Behind the last ancient suit of armor in the hall, there was a secret door that lead into a hidden passageway. Many regular workers and residents of the castle knew of it, but only Saram had ever found the second secret door inside the passage, that lead to a small room. Who would look for a secret passage inside a secret passage? Inside that, they had set up manacles for securing a prisoner. WaKulara deposited Zemia roughly on the hard floor, where she stumbled before catching her footing and turning to angrily face her captor. Her face was flushed from a complex mix of anger, shame, and frustration "Kulara." She started, clearly wanting to say so much that she did not know where to start. Warren let her sputter for a second, processing everything that had happened. WaKulara, began undressing, pulling off her mask and gloves, then her garter belt and stockings. "Don't ignore me! You didn't even have the decency to finish me off out there!" Zemia shouted angrily, though flushed when she realized what she had blurted out before jumped forward and grabbing WaKulara's shoulders. WaKulara calmly glanced at Zemia's hands before meeting her eyes with a sly smile, at which point Zemia realized she was moving freely again. "Wha!? How can I-? What about that poison?" She demanded. WaKulara brushed away Zemia's hold and continued stripping, unlacing and stepping out of the corset. In doing so, the dildo hung freely, still dripping cum and pussy juice. She pulled the basque over her head as she explained. "That was just saline, there was no poison." Zemia snarled and made another grab at WaKulara, but Warren exerted his control over the skin and froze Zemia's approach in its tracks. "Your situation is much worse than poison." WaKulara smiled deviously, finally unstrapping the dildo and pulling it off of Warren's dick. Warren made Zemia strip the last of her lingerie and back up against the wall and cuff herself to the manacles as much as she could manage by herself, while WaKulara tucked her dick into her pussy and pulled open the back of her neck. As he pulled off Kulara's head and revealed his own, Warren could feel Zemia's heart rate skyrocketing inside her skin. "I wonder if you can you guess where this is headed?" He asked her, steadily opening the rest of Kulara's back and peeling the skin off of him. When he was free of it, he manacled Zemia's remaining arm, and reached behind her neck, opening her own skin. As her head finally became fully her own to control, Zemia opened her mouth to yell but Warren gagged her swiftly with a cloth. He carefully extracted the rest of her, each limb at a time around its physical restraint. By the time he worked off her last leg, she had given up struggling, since it had only succeeded in chafing her bindings against her true skin. Stepping back with the Zemia skin in his hands, he addressed her as Queen one last time. "You had so many opportunities to change and you let your own avarice decide how you ruled. You forfeited your right to a happy ending the moment you exacerbated Saram's condition and took for your own, everything you didn't deserve. Fortunately for this country, this trial will help Queen Zemia see where she'd gone wrong and she'll work to return to the true monarch's path, looking out not for her own interests, but for the good of her country and its people." Warren was genuinely excited for the first time since before Saram's death. His emotional excitement fed his sexual excitement and his cock stood hard in attention as he slipped into Zemia's legs. Forcing his dick into the skin and pulling it up over his waist, Zemia's vagina immediately started to moisten as her crotch into synched with Warren's body. He had to maneuver Zemia's massive curls around so that he could clearly access her skin's back before he could pull up the torso and insert his arms into hers, bringing her chest to his and her shoulders over his own. At the start of the process, the original Zemia had renewed her struggling futilely against her bindings, and muffled screams were barely audible around the gag. She tired herself out quickly though, and once all that was left of Warren was his head, she just stared limply at him with watery eyes and disbelief, among other emotions. Without another word, Warren pulled Zemia's head over his own, and adjusted her hair as it finished synchronizing fully. Warren sensed Valena's skin enter the first secret passage, and she ordered her two guards to search the other end. As their footsteps passed, Valena herself came abreast of the secret room, information shared with her in their morning colluding. As she made to knock, Warren made her skin instead, simply enter without warning, her appearance made Zemia stiffen, but she lacked the energy to make a fuss anymore. "Almost done here?" Valena inquired. "There's likely not much more of the castle to search." She eyed the chained Zemia with extreme satisfaction. "You can give me a hand to make the last part go a bit faster, though I think she's already resigned herself," WaZemia suggested, picking up the discarded Kulara skin. What she had meant finally clicked in Zemia and her eyes widened again at first, but closed as she sighed. Valena and WaZemia had as easy a time as working around the manacles allowed, but getting Zemia into the Kulara skin went quickly. Controlling the skin, they unchained ZeKulara and she dressed in Kulara's basque set while WaZemia put on her bra, garterbelt and stockings. As Warren made ZeKulara help his false Zemia self into the manacles, Valena stepped outside to inform her guards of a discovery along the hidden passage's wall. As the guards stormed the room, ZeKulara put up a token fight but was easily subdued. With another empty syringe in the hidden room and WaZemia confirming that it had been administered to her and she was feeling better, everyone assumed it was the antidote. Wrapped in a guard's cloak to regain some modesty, WaZemia gave her orders. "Secure the assailant, but do not harm her. I want to question her myself, personally first, but at a later time. I would like to clean up and calm down a bit first. The cabinet meeting is on hold till further notice. And have someone prepare my bath." "Yes, your Majesty!" ----- The bath's hot water and fragrant suds soothed the exhaustion from WaZemia's body. It had been a long two days for sure, since that time in Mae's pub. The plan had changed slightly in its method, but the same end goal had finally been achieved, and perhaps better than before. As he told Zemia, she would claim the event as an ordeal that forced her to reexamine her positions and make changes to how she did things, remembering that the people serve the crown so that the crown can better serve the people. Warren would be busier than ever running a country from here on out. But he felt that that justified letting him play as hard as he wanted when he could. WaZemia finished drying off and wrapped a towel around her mass of magenta curls before sitting down at her large official desk in her private quarters. She had several important orders to draft before she could enjoy herself again. WaZemia had indeed been as busy as she had expected. She made an official statement about the event: She was shaken and recovering, but would be okay. The assailant had been captured and would be questioned and punished, as terrorist acts will never be tolerated no matter what the motivation or goal. That said, she recognized that there were voices of the people that she had not heard. She apologizes for letting that happen, and that she would work to fix what she had let go wrong since her late husband's death. Internally, since Valena received credit for rescuing her, she officially told Valena to head the investigation. Valena would produce a report, at Warren's request, that incriminated no other real individuals, citing a few fabricated names. The cabinet meeting was finished with Zemia's new positions in mind, and changes to country for the better were to begin right away. 3 days later, ZeKulara was brought to Zemia's private quarters for the Queen to personally question. ----- "You may leave. See to it that no one enters this room until otherwise ordered, no matter what," Valena ordered the guard, who hesitated at first from the unusual orders but seeing WaZemia nod in agreement, saluted and excused himself. ZeKulara sat on her knees in the middle of the room, gagged and with arms secured behind her back, she looked with empty eyes at the two women who faced her. "Now then." WaZemia started. "Don't look so dead, Miss Kulara, I do not plan to have you executed. In fact, I would like to have you serve as my personal maid. You did help me realize an important lesson and it wouldn't do to have all that experience go to waste." ZeKulara gave a bit of a confused look, unsure of how to react to the news. "I'd even like you to begin service right now," WaZemia added. "Lady Valena, you may remove her bindings if you please," she ordered as she moved to her wardrobe. "As you wish, your Majesty," Valena smiled as she approached their prisoner, undoing her restraints. ZeKulara massaged her stiff arms once they were free, but made no other movement and said nothing. Pulling a skin from the closet, WaZemia offered it to Valena, who looked puzzled until the Queen explained. "This is the skin of a well endowed male guard that I learned of from one of the maids. If you wear this under your own skin, you can... enjoy female company in the same unique way I can. Or if you prefer, you can just use it by itself." "Oh... how interesting," Valena murmurer in an intrigued tone and quickly shrugged out of her dress. Once she was naked, Warren allowed her Valena skin to open as she felt around the neck. "'your own skin?'" ZeKulara piped up for the first time since entering, clearly wondering if this Valena was false like the Zemia present was. "Don't get your hopes up, this won't be a very exciting reveal," WaZemia advised as Valena pulled off her head to reveal herself underneath. ZeKulara seemed puzzled as to why Valena was wearing a Valena skin, but WaZemia did not care to offer an explanation right now. Setting aside her own skin for now, Valena then took up the guard's skin and stepped into it like she had seen Warren do before. He could tell she was already excited when the guard's member sprung to life in its full 10 inches as she pulled the crotch tight to her own. The guard's dark brown skin played stark contrast to Valena's own pale skin. Pulling the rest of it on, Valena felt around her new body, touching and getting a feel for the male body, probably trying to decide whether to keep it or put her skin over top of it. He looked at ZeKulara for a few seconds thinking about it, before picking up her skin from where she had set it and putting it on over the guard's form. After a minute, Valena was once again herself. Placing a hand on her pelvis, she looked askance at WaZemia, "And the coup de grace?" WaZemia came around behind Valena with a gentle touch, before reaching around and sticking a finger into her vagina. Then two, then another until her whole hand searched Valena's insides. "Aah... haa." Valena breathed, feeling the sensations of WaZemia's hand against the walls of her cunt. When she pulled out, WaZemia's hand lead with it, a large black cock, pulsing with excitement. Warren made ZeKulara remove her prison clothes, and brought her naked form to kneel before Valena. Then she took Valena's cock with a timid hand and began to stroke it. After a few pumps, she leaned forward to touch her tongue to its tip before running her tongue along its length. Finally, she wrapped her lips around its head and pulled back into a kiss, before opening her mouth and taking it in deeply. Valena was in ecstasy at the new feelings and when ZeKulara finally took in her cock, Valena placed her hands behind ZeKulara's head and slowly forced all 10 inches into her mouth and down her throat, causing her to gag as her face came right up to Valena's crotch. Valena thrusted her new cock in and out of ZeKulara's mouth slowly - forcing it all the way in to its base and holding it there for a second or two before pulling it out only to repeat the process. As the oral continued, WaZemia pulled her dress over her head, leaving her in her full arm gloves and lingerie. She began to finger herself through her panties as she watched, able to feel sensations fed back from all the involved skins. Warren could feel the guard's cock approaching climax as the rocking of Valena's hips increased in intensity. When it reached ejaculation, Valena held tight with it deep in ZeKulara's throat, letting her cum pour directly down her throat. Even flaccid, Valena extracted five or six inches of black cock from ZeKulara's throat, who gasped and coughed when she could finally breath again. Tasting the moisture of her vagina on her fingers, WaZemia moved in past ZeKulara to caress Valena's cum dripping dick, then kissing it on its girth. "Well? How was your first male ejaculation? It's different than how women feel, but no less pleasurable," WaZemia purred around the hot penis. Warren brought ZeKulara around now that she had caught her breath, and the two double teamed the black member, tongues and lips and even breasts tending to the cock till it rose back to life ready for round two. WaZemia stood and removed her panties, then her bra and laid down at the edge of her bed, lifting one leg invitingly, spreading her bright pink pussy with two fingers, practically gushing with moisture. "This time, I want you to give it to me. Zemia's been a bad Queen, she needs to be punished accordingly," WaZemia cooed lasciviously. "As you wish, your Majesty. I, Lady Valena Austura, shall ravish her Majesty most appropriately." Valena was practically drooling with anticipation, and wasted no time lining up her rock hard cock with WaZemia's cunt. Savoring her first pussy, Valena slowly eased the dick into WaZemia's vagina, a little bit at a time, feeling WaZemia's insides pulse and curl around her member, almost as to suck her in. Pelvises touched and Valena held the position, 10 inches of hot black cock fully ensheathed in WaZemia's voracious pussy. Then, Valena began to shake her hips. She grasped WaZemia's raised leg with one hand and massaged her breast with the other. She quickly picked up speed as the tightness of WaZemia's cunt rapidly brought them both to climax. Valena's second load exploded into WaZemia's womb as vivaciously and voluminously as her first and her milky white cum began leaking from WaZemia's pussy even before Valena had pulled out. Despite being flaccid inside her, Valena's cock had enough length to stimulate WaZemia from its removal alone. Free from their connection, Valena turned and collapsed on the bed next to WaZemia. "F... For... Forgive me for being s-so bold, your Majesty." She said through labored breathing. "You did well, Lady Valena. I am pleased. Rest for a short while. As intense as the male experience is, they require some time in between successive climaxes." WaZemia stood and turned towards ZeKulara. "Kulara. I require some cleaning from my new maid," she said, taking a wide legged stance. Warren walked ZeKulara over and knelt her before WaZemia. As ZeKulara began to lap at WaZemia's pussy, drinking up semen as it slopped out, WaZemia raised a leg to rest it over ZeKulara's shoulder. After about a minute or two of this, ZeKulara reached up to insert two fingers into the pussy, then three, and then her whole hand was engulfed by WaZemia's vagina as Warren released his own penis from its hiding place. ZeKulara lead it out of its vaginal confines and into the open where she then licked and sucked it clean of the residual cum and vaginal fluids that had coated it in transit. Once satisfied, Warren had ZeKulara climb onto the bed and kneel on all fours, WaZemia climbing up behind her. WaZemia guided her cock into ZeKulara's pussy from behind and grasping ZeKulara's ass with both hands, began pumping in and out. It was bliss for Warren. With every participant wearing at least one skin, he felt every thrust from every angle and the pleasure was euphoric. WaZemia leaned forward, her double D breasts laying upon ZeKulara's back as she reached around to grope at ZeKulara's own D's without stopping the motion of her hips. After a minute, WaZemia took hold of ZeKulara's wrists and swept her arms back as she pulled her partner's whole body upright, and then back, falling into a laying position on the bed herself with ZeKulara sitting on her lap, all without disconnecting their conjoined hips. ZeKulara's hips rocked in the new position letting WaZemia's dick pierce her cunt to new depths. As she approached climax, WaZemia shifted positions again, laying ZeKulara on her side with one leg raised, straddling her other leg to scissor their groins, WaZemia retaking the lead and thrusting into ZeKulara with renewed ferocity. Warren's sensation peaked and as he felt ZeKulara start her fifth orgasm of the evening, he could no longer hold his back. "Aahn... h-here we go!" WaZemia bit her lip and her semen burst forth from her cock buried deep in ZeKulara's womb, painting her vaginal walls. It was Warren's own first load since the cabinet meeting debacle and it promised to be huge. Five full seconds of continuous ejaculation and ZeKulara's pussy was overflowing - each contraction of WaZemia's dick sprayed cum out of her pussy around WaZemia's cock, flecking both of their thighs and abdomens. WaZemia pulled out and pointed her still cumming penis over ZeKulara's prone form and continued spewing her seed, shooting far enough still to coat ZeKulara's face and tits thickly. When WaZemia was finally done, ZeKulara was thoroughly drenched. ZeKulara scooped the semen from her face with both hands, the amount collected was enough to pool in her hands. "Incredible, your Majesty." Valena rose to watch when WaZemia announced her climax and was still in awe of the spectacle. Her huge black cock stood erect once more, revived by the break and the show. WaZemia gave a small sly smile, but did not say anything, instead, Warren directed ZeKulara to kiss Valena deeply accompanied by a very sticky embrace. Shifting down from her mouth, ZeKulara's lips traveled along Valena's neck and then breasts and all the way down her stomach to the base of her cock, which by that point was pressed hard against ZeKulara's chest, before finally extending the length of the black member itself and ending at its head. Cupping her boobs in her hands, she wrapped them around Valena's dick and began to rub them along its length. WaZemia's thick cum transferring back and forth between tits and cock created a squishing sound as it lubed the activity. Warren felt Valena's cock approaching orgasm and stopped ZeKulara short, pulling away abruptly. Valena gave a disgruntled start but understood shortly when ZeKulara laid back on the bed and propped both her legs in the air, baring her ass. Valena braced her hands against ZeKulara's legs and plunged her cock into her ass with no hesitation. While they were busy fucking, WaZemia rounded the bed, cock already ready to go again, and grabbed Valena's bust from behind, roughly handling their weight. Before Valena's hips could resume from their surprised pause, WaZemia slid her cock into Valena's ass eliciting another surprised gasp from her. They then resumed their motion and near as they were already, it only took a minute or so before all three climaxed again. Valena pumped the last of her sperm into ZeKulara's ass, while WaZemia unloaded more of hers into Valena's. Panting, Valena collapsed onto ZeKulara without pulling out who rolled her over onto the bed, freeing all cocks from their respective holes. WaZemia let herself flop on to her back on the bed as well, breasts bouncing from the motion. Once she had caught her breath, WaZemia sat up at the side of the bed. Reaching behind her head among her mass of hair, she opened the skin and pulled it forward, freeing Warren's head. He then worked his shoulders free and extracted his arms, letting the skin's chest fall as he peeled it off to his waist. His hips and legs were still Zemia's, but the flaccid penis sprawling out from between labia matched Warren's tanner upper body better than Zemia's pale, almost glowing skin. Warren flexed his neck and shoulders, massaging them with a free hand. Valena glanced over at the sight with a raised eyebrow, wondering what he was doing. "Her majesty's hair pulls on her neck and her breasts stress her shoulders and back. I'm in the unique position where I can relax those muscles if temporarily," Warren explained. Both women, having lived with long hair and a large bosom for most of their lives, blinked in surprise. It had never been an option for them - simply taking off their hair or their chest to relieve those weights. ZeKulara looked contemplative but Valena, after a pause to think about it, sat up as well and felt around behind her neck. Warren allowed her outerskin to open and Valena peeled off her face and chest, reassuming the male guard's upper body. With the guard's dick still peeking out of her outerskin's pussy, she mirrored Warren, half male, half shemale. "Wow, I could get used to being able to do this," Valena remarked, rolling his neck and shoulders. After another minute or two of reflective silence, Valena spoke up again in the guard's deep voice. "So who actually are you? I... admit that you have me... hooked on this. If you'll let me continue participating I'll support you however you want, so I only ask out of curiosity. You do look very vaguely familiar, but I just can't figure it out." His speech spun with a feminine manner was incongruous. "Warren Gala." ZeKulara, surprisingly, answered from across the bed where she had sat up as well finally able to move herself. "Former spy and childhood friend of my late husband's, if I recall correctly." "So you do recognize me," Warren mused. "I didn't at first, but now that I've had some time to think about it, yes. If I'd known you'd had this kind of personal ability though, I wouldn't have let you go so easily. Perhaps Saram didn't trust me after all. And now this happened... did you always have a thing for me?" ZeKulara sneered the last question. "My ability was only known to one other person aside from Saram. He told me it was safer for everyone the fewer people who knew about it, and I definitely understand that. Your 'Seductress' meant all men had a thing for you, not that your looks weren't certainly alluring enough. But for everyone but Saram, it was lust, not love. He knew what you were like behind his back, but he still loved you just the same. Some of it may have been Seductress, but as far as I could tell back then, he really did love you," Warren explained levelly. ZeKulara fell silent, and Valena saw it as an opportunity to ask more. "'Seductress?' Also, a personal friend of the late king's? And if you were a victim of the Queen's purges, that's enough for a motive, but why did it take this long?" Warren grimaced and scratched the back of his head for a second while he composed an answer. "Well, 'Seductress' is a personal ability, Zemia has. It's a little more complicated than this, but essentially it charms men in various ways. That said, you've redeemed at least a bit of my respect for having not slept around with anyone since Saram died, even if the reasoning was a bit skewed." ZeKulara scowled at that last bit, but did not say anything else. "As for why now... well that's also a bit complicated. For now all I'll say is that the speech I made as Kulara at the cabinet meeting was not contrived. That message was meant in earnest." Warren let them mull on that for a little before speaking up again. "Alright, we've played around enough. Let's get cleaned up and call it a night. There's more work to do tomorrow morning. This country won't run itself." With that, Warren slipped back into Zemia's upper body, once again becoming the Queen in full, but Valena hesitated. "You may keep the guard on under your own skin if you'd like. I'll show you how to conceal and retrieve your 'man' at will," WaZemia proposed. Valena only paused for a moment to think about it before nodding and pulling the Valena skin back up over the guard's body. Using her own cock, WaZemia showed Valena how to tuck her penis into her vagina, Warren adjusting the skin combo's properties to allow her to manage that part of her body at will. Once Valena got the hang of it, the three stripped and WaZemia led them to the Queen's bath, where they washed clean. Upon returning to the Queen's quarters, the mess from their voluminous threesome had been cleaned up and fresh linens and sleep wear had been set out for WaZemia. Valena excused herself and returned to her own guest quarters. Her personal estates lie outside the capital city, but Warren knew he would be seeing more of her again soon. Keeping ZeKulara as a maid would require some better explaining up front, but they would figure it out. As for Warren himself, the path he set himself on would not be easy, but he was confident that he could become the force for good that Saram would have wanted leading the country they helped build from the ashes of the old government. Warren set some restrictions on ZeKulara's skin before reviewing a few last minute documents and heading to bed. Before sleep took him, he thought to himself: 'There's a nice cozy pub hidden away in the corner of the commercial district that I haven't visited in a few days...'