Ludmilla's Kingdom Part 2

>Ratched was just about to continue her arguement with Helen by adding a rather pointed remark about the former super's daughter when she was momentarily distracted. Ludmilla had just asked Ratched to take Jennifer; their newest addition to the coven to show her the facility where Ratched worked. "But...why?" Ratched asked, baffled as to why Ludmilla would make such a request. "It'd be good for you to introduce our new acquirement to our way of life...you've got the A-personality for it!" Ludmilla cackled as Ratched gritted her teeth. Swallowing her pride for the moment, she turned to Jennifer. "Come on, kid, I'll show you around."
>With that, the blue dragoness quickly turned on her heels and began walking out of the room, her hefty breasts almost swaying in unison with her long tail. Jennifer quickly caught up with the older dragoness, still not used to walking with talons for toenails.
>"I remember when I changed for the better." Ratched reminiced as the two were escorted out by some of Ludmilla's dragon handmaidens, Ratched giving them a pinch on the ass goodbye. "I just had finished working with nutjobs in Nowhere, USA when I got a phone call from some Russian woman. Said she read up on my files and liked my style. You keeping up with me?" By now, the pair were navigating their way down the street towards a white rectangular monolith of a building, their enhanced size making it more difficult to get around. "How did she, you know..." Jennifer questioned.
>Her question would go unfinished and unanswered for the time being as they finally made it to the hospital. "My humble abode" Ratched snarked as she opened the door with her pinkie claw serving as a makeshift key.
>Compared to Ludmilla's castle, the hospital was the textbook definition of both bare and spartan. The white walls were so bright as to be near eye-straining whereas the omnipresent hum of the florescent lights droned on continously. Ratched's tour had begun.

>Jennifer giggled at the sight. It was almost impossible not too, seeing the dragoness nurses run back and forth through the hallways, their heaving bosoms and bloated rears tearing their white pristine uniforms to shreds. Ratched turned her heels at this mockery of her girls. For all her faults, Ratched treated her nurses and superiors with respect. Something that couldn't be said for other dragonesses out there.
>"What's so funny?" "It's just..." Jennifer stopped laughing as soon as she saw the expression on Ratched's face. Now she understood how Ratched had so much control over others, her eyes were spell-binding and the frown on her face spoke volumes. "I'm sorry, I" "And you should be. These poor girls finally get a chance to improve themselves and you mock them for their choices. For shame, my dear."
>Ratched stood there for a few seconds before she broke out into laughter. "Oh, I've still got it all these years later! I was just testing you. You were the first one not to break down in tears. Therefore, you passed. Shame you're going into propaganda, you'd make a great second in command here..." Ratched said proudly as she escorted Jennifer into her office. Compared to the therapy rooms and hallways, Ratched's office was tastefully furnished; it took Jennifer a few seconds to get used to colours other than sterile white.
>Ratched went over to a microphone in the middle of her desk and pressed a small button nearby. "Attention, all personnel. I am currently meeting with a companion. You are not allowed to enter my office under any circumstances. That is all." After that, she turned to Jennifer with a fire of passion in her normally cold eyes. "Now then, I'll tell my backstory...but you've got to give me something first."
>Maybe it was that the whole scenario still seemed like a dream. Jennifer leapt at the blue dragoness, fondling her enormous breasts and passionately kissing them. Ratched moaned in delight as the pair crashed down on the enormous green leather couch.

>Jennifer could scarcely believe it. If someone had told her that morning that she would become a giant lesbian dragoness, she would have thought they were crazy. Yet here she was, currently frenching a fellow dragoness in a private office after a full hour of lovemaking. Ratched's breasts were heaving as she thrust her tounge down Jennifer's throat and massaged the white dragoness' bubble butt. Finally, the blue dragoness relented and sat up.
>"Phew, for a first timer...you sure know how to please." Ratched panted, mentally reminding herself to invite Jennifer to that orgy 2 weeks later. Jennifer promptly sat up, feeling relaxed in a way she never did before. She cuddled next to her partner when curiousity got the best of her.
>"So, why'd you...cross over? Ludmilla kind of forced me..." Ratched chuckled at this. "Yeah, Ludmilla's forceful that way. I went in my own accord. I mean, once I was sure that I, y'know, wasn't completely insane by seeing a giant purple dragon, I went for it." Jennifer was shocked by this revelation, that someone would willingly give up her humanity. Ratched read Jennifer's face and teased her. "Oh don't look so shocked. I always loved being in control and now I figured this was the next step. There's only one problem with this form..." "What is it?" "Can't find any bras that fit me. I only wish I was like this with that bastard McMurphy, I'd send him right to my ass. Stupid Helen flaunts her booty all the time..." Jennifer had to admit, she had a point: "After all, hadn't giant lizards ruled the earth for millions of years? I say we give it another go." Ratched added, as she looked at a clock on the wall.
>"Oh fuck! Group therapy's in five minutes. You wanna watch me do my work, sweetie?" Jennifer nodded as the two of them exited the office, hands resting on each other's hips. Ratched used her tail to shut the door behind her as a new chapter began in Jennifer's life.
>According to Ratched, this week's group therapy session went well. Only 5 got swallowed alive and 2 were stuffed between her breasts. Ratched said the previous lowest record had gone unbeaten for 9 months; usually 17 patients a day were eaten or smothered in her bosom. Luckily, there were always a steady supply of patients, many of them were unable to handle the strain of living under giant lesbian dragoness mistresses. Jennifer was amazed at how Ratched managed to control them with glares. Ratched's professional demeanor and her controlling figure had been enhanced by her form. There was almost a riot over lack of cigarettes but Ratched took care of it easily; she burnt most of them to ashes."I wish I could have done that last time I had an riot about cigarettes." she said to herself. What remained of her group had left the room, leaving the two dragonesses alone again.
>"Ratched." "Yes, dear?" Ratched replied, a hand rubbing her bloated squirming midsection. "Ludmilla says I'm going to be a propaganda mouthpiece. Why?" Ratched laughed at this. "You're right. Considering our competition, we've already got good PR!" Ratched picked up one of the few cigarettes that wasn't a pile of cinders and lit it with her own fire. "I love being my personal lighter." she said as she stuck it in her mouth.
>"Competition? You mean other dragonesses?" Ratched nodded as smoke puffed out of her nostrils. "There's a bunch of savages led by an old bat named Maleficent. She thinks that she's got the right to rule the world. I've only seen her and her goons a couple of times.They're the type that'll tear you to shreds if you look at them." Jennifer shifted in her seat as her rear bloated out of the back of the folding chair. "I'll tell you more about them once I'm done digesting these fools. Got all of Maleficent's creeps on file here so you'll know them on sight. Say, did you know human meat will go right to my boobs? That's how I keep them big..." Ratched said as she fondled herself.

>"Let's see. No. Oh god, ate that troublemaker years ago...really should throw out that old thing." Ratched was searching through a series of dull grey filing cabinets. Jennifer stared at the blue dragoness's stomach, the struggles in it slowly dying down, a question gnawed at her mind. "Hey, Ratched." "Wha?" "I've got a question. How did you do that? Better yet, why did you do that?" "That's two questions. Don't lie to me, girl. Anyway, eating people is easy. You just open your jaws and slurp them down. As for your second question? The men I deal with are dangerous. They want to overthrow everything us dragonesses hold dear. And they'll stop at nothing to kill us all. Besides, humans are like potato chips,you can't stop at one." Jennifer hoped that she wouldn't have to eat anyone in her new role. "Ah! Here we are. Some nurse accidently left it in the W cabinet. That one isn't invited to my special group check-up tonight. By the way, you're more than welcome to join if you're not tired from our last check-up."
>Jennifer pondered joining Ratched's evening romp before she realised there was something more important. She opened up the folder, pouring over the files within. The folder was filled with illustrations and photographs of dragonesses but it also contained names and important info on each figure. A green one immediately caught her eye.
>"'Vicky'. Holy shit! She was converted when she was only 16?! That's...ugh." Ratched nodded in agreement. "That kid's a total psycho, honey. Rumor has it that first thing she did after she turned was razing her entire town to ash." Jennifer shuddered at the thought. If this was just one member of Maleficent's group, what were the senior members like? She quickly glanced at the files. Almost every one responsible for some major catastrophe."Told you they were savages. Compared to them, we're reptilian angels. Least we're gonna go about our global takeover as peacefully as possible. And that, my dear, is why we need you."
>After much deliberation, Jennifer agreed to stay and watch Ratched's nightly "check-up" session and was amazed at how the nurses completely changed in temperment as soon as the doors closed. The dragoness nurses grinded against and scissored each other in all over the office, leaving quite a sight for anyone who stepped in the room. It just so happened that there was a lucky figure to come in the room to see that night's session going on. "Umm...is Jennifer here?"
>Ratched, right near the doorway as always, lifted herself up from her fellow nurses muffs to see Helen standing right over her. Ratched narrowed her eyes at the red dragoness. "And what, pray tell, do you need her for?" Ratched said, turning her tone back from lustful moaning to its usual self in a mere second. Helen rolled her eyes. Ratched couldn't go a day without having fun with her nurses and now she had to go and drag the novice into it. Ratched was a living paradox that way, so icy and cold and yet filled with a firey passion.
>"Boss wants her to stay over at my place tonight. I'll go easy on her, something which I see you're not doing." Ratched narrowed her eyes even further at the sarcastic remark. "She's even not taking part in tonight's session. She's sitting right over there, soaking it all in." Ratched pointed to the leather couch; the only area not engaged in debauchery. As Helen went to pick up her companion, Ratched fired a sarcastic remark of her own.
>"How about you take her out for a spin at home? It'd be good to you screw someone other than your daughter for a change!" Ratched smacked Helen's enormous reptile rear and laughed. Helen considered the thought as she trudged through the sea of dragonesses in white outfits to find the one with white scales. "Hello...you're Jennifer, right? The new girl? It's me, Helen." Helen outreached a friendly claw to the ivory dragoness. "Whoa, girl! Ratched's right! Looks like I hit the jackpot tonight!" Helen thought as she had a few ideas for a night at her house.

 >As fun as it was to see her first lesbian dragoness orgy, Jennifer couldn't wait to see what the rest of the dragonesses looked like. She followed Helen out of the room, her eyes fixated on the taller dragoness's crimson rear jiggling with every move. "See you later, Ratched!" Jennifer said, breaking her contact with Helen's ass long enough to say goodbye to her new friend. "See ya tomorrow, babe! Let me know if you want in on this soon. We'll have a great time." Ratched panted, feeling the afterglow of her sex session as well as the other nurses in the room. As soon as the door was shut, Ratched took a look at her surroundings. She then stood up, dusted off her shoulders and turned to her panting and spent squad of subordinate nurses lying on the floor. "All right, ladies. We've all had our fun. Now clean up this mess."
>Meanwhile, Jennifer decided to break the ice with Helen. "So, what did you do before you turned?" Helen chuckled. "That's classified with my former government, I'm afraid." Jennifer wondered what the woman could be hiding. "So, you had fun with the nurse today, huh? She's a little too cynical for my tastes but she's got the moves to make up for it." Helen mentioned as they turned away from the hustle and bustle of the city to a surprisingly normal looking house. That was one of the advantages to being a dragoness. The size made it so that walking across a town took less than 5 minutes, though it took slightly longer due to Helen's care not to step on anything.
>"And we're here. Now before I open the door, there's one thing I should-" Before Helen could warn Jennifer of that one thing, she was knocked down by a slightly smaller pinkish dragoness. "MOM! Oh god, I've been waiting all day for you to get home! Oh, I've been craving your sweet ass all- who is that?" the dragoness said, finally looking up to see Jennifer's bemused expression. "Well, I suppose I walked right into that one. Jennifer, this is my daughter, Violet. As you can see, we've got quite a relationship."

>Jennifer goggled at the sight. Helen was currently lying on the ground, her enormous rump sticking up in such a way that Jennifer was tempted to play bongos with it. Helen's daughter Violet was currently eyeing the new dragoness with fear and suspicion, as if she would spirit her mother away at any given moment. "So, what's this lady doing here anyway?" Violet asked in a snotty tone. Helen sighed as she got up from the ground and turned to her daughter. "Honestly, Violet, where are your manners? Just because you're finally a dragoness now doesn't mean you have to be rude. This is Jennifer Watson. She's going to helping me and my friends." "You mean-" "Yes." Without elaborating any further, she turned to Jennifer. "Sorry about all that hubbub, its nothing really. Violet, why don't you go inside and get the table ready for dinner?" Violet sighed like any average teenager and went inside. Helen and Jennifer followed suit.
>The inside of the house was surprisingly retro, with a late 1960s feel. Jennifer remembered her mother had a living room like this. Helen gestured to a loveseat in the center of the room, inviting her to sit and relax. Helen sat in an armchair nearby and poured herself a glass of wine. "Sorry you had to see that. Ever since my daughter went through the turning, I swear... There's only one way to calm her down." Helen winked at Jennifer, who was confused. "But isn't that-" Helen giggled at her assumption in a maternal way. "Oh dear. You've got quite a lot to learn about dragonesses, miss. We've got different genetic makeup now so its only incest in name only."
>"MOM! Table's ready! Come here and help me get the stuff out of the fridge." Violet called from in the kitchen. "OK, honey! Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes. I hope its not too much trouble leaving you alone for a little bit." Helen got up from her armchair and went over to prepare her meal. Jennifer silently prayed they weren't having live human for dinner tonight.