The Interrogation

Rosalind stepped through the doors into the old home of the Conclave. Bellis was behind her desk, hands tented in front of her. There were no guards. She had apparently sent them away.

"You summoned me, Leader?" Rosalind asked, unable to hide annoyance in her tone.

Bellis stood up slowly, pulling a strange-looking goblet off a shelf near her desk.

"This is the Queen's Cup. It's a magical artifact that appeared in my office recently. Apparently acknowledging my rightful claim as Leader. It has some interesting properties."

"So I've heard. Truth-seeing, apparently."

"You have many secrets, don't you?"

Rosalind only shrugged. "I tell you what you need to know, Leader. No need to bother you with the minutiae of my everyday life."

Bellis was unamused. "I'm your Leader. You don't get to keep secrets from me." She took a big gulp from the Cup, and set down. The secrets in Rosalind's mind began to pour into hers. She stumbled back, clutching her desk in terror.

"Oh my goddess...you're a monster!" Bellis shrieked.

"Yes, true. But you don't need to know that." Rosalind stepped close to her boss. "When we're done here, you'll forget anything you learn from my mind. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Bellis said, the fear in her voice subsiding.

"Good. So: now that we're forgetting things." Rosalind slid down her pants, revealing the growing green cock in her nethers.

"You're one of those! I should have known. Your constant defiance of all that's good and wholesome...I swear to Earthmother, when I get free of this damnable cup, I'll make you pay."

"That's for later. Right now, we're going to make some changes. You're going to believe that you're a hot and horny submissive slut. One who can't help but obey my instructions. You can do that for me, can't you?"

"No..." Bellis tried to shake off an assault of new feelings. She was always the dominant one in sex. Suddenly she longed to be overpowered. To be taken. Her mind filled with images of her sexual exploits. But instead of being on top, she was pinned to the ground. A hundred different human cocks thrusting inside her, her body helpless to the pleasure. She slid a finger inside herself, seemingly unconcerned that Rosalind was right there next to her.

"Good girl. I bet you ache for cock. Want it so bad. It would be cruel if I didn't give you some." She pulled the Leader of the floran people over to her little bedchamber off of her office and made her lay down, legs apart, on the bed. She whispered something into Bellis' ear. Bellis tried to shake her head. But she was overtaken by spasms. Her pubis suddenly sprouted a dick of her own. Smaller than Rosalind's, but amazingly sensitive.

"Why..." The Leader asked.

"Because I want you to feel some of the shame I have to go through. And because I thought you would look adorable with a cute little cock. I was right, by the way." Rosalind was already rock hard from demeaning her boss like this. She positioned herself in front of Bellis' dripping pussy. She looked into Bellis' pleading eyes. Her usual tyrannical demeanor had been replaced with a simple lust for getting fucked. And who was she to deny the Leader?

Rosalind plunged herself deep inside Bellis' slit, no foreplay necessary. She slammed back and forth, wet slapping noises filling the home of the floran's head of state. Rosalind's hand went to the newly grown dick and began to play with that, too. Soon they got into a rhythm that for every one thrust, she jerked off Bellis at least three times. There was only so much she could take.

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum!" Bellis squealed. Rosalind got a devilish thought. She pulled out, pushed Bellis' head down to her waist, and jerked off the Leader only inches from her mouth. The small cock spurted, covering her face in her own seed. The Leader moaned, her mouth opening just wide enough to taste a few ropes of cum. When she finished, Rosalind put Bellis back into prime fucking position, and proceeded to lose herself in her pussy. But the Leader was right out of it. She was completely content, smiling at the feeling of having covered her own face with jizz. Like a good whore. She barely even noticed the scientist finish inside her.

Rosalind looked down at the dreamy slut on the bed. She cleaned herself off on the regal bedspread, then pulled her clothes back on.

"You were good. Even better than the last three times we've done this. Take a bath, wash all that semen off yourself. When you're done, you won't remember any of this. You'll be your normal, hardass self."

Rosalind walked towards the door, but stopped before she reached for the handle.

"One last thing. You're going to think that getting me alone with that Cup is still the best idea you've ever had. And you're going to try this again. Maybe in four days. I'm free then." She saw Bellis nod. Rosalind turned and walked down the spiral stairs of Zigdrasil, looking forward to their next interrogation.