Amazonian TG

I sighed, the golden throne cold against my fingers, half numbing them as it bit into my back.

"Anything I can do for you, Androdaira, my queen?" asked Antibote, bowing down before me, arms held forward to offer a plate. I ignored it, my fingers darting for a black lock of hair instead, letting it slide through my fingers as I regarded the girl I'd made to guard me.

I should be happy, I reminded myself. I'd overthrown a kingdom with my gift, turned the warriors they sent into Amazons, taken a throne. My enemies were my servants, and guards; Even Antibote herself had tried to kill me, once upon a time - now she protected me, and my people thrived. Not that I was ever allowed to see them, of course.

Sighing, a gave her hair a tug, making her stumble forward with a gasp that sent a flash of guilt through me. I shoved it down with the ruthless memory of her trying to kill me. "What would you do if I asked you to kiss me?"

"If that is what you desire, my queen," she said, her face a blank slate I knew wasn't faked. The loyalty I'd put into her was too absolute. But still…

"What if I asked you to sleep with me?" I demanded.

"If that is what you wish my queen."

"What if I asked you to bare my child, run through the streets naked, and tear the flesh from your bones?" I demanded, next, a flash of anger crossing through me at her blank slate look.

"If that Is what you wish my queen."

I pushed her aside with a growl, the anger rising through me, demanding a release I wouldn't give it. I wouldn't be the tyrant - I wouldn't punish someone who'd already met their fate. But I still wished she'd said no.

"Would you like me to get you another guard, my queen? I don't trust one of the servants near you."

"I don't want another guard! I don't want any guard! You're all the same - blank bloody slates that don't have a thought I didn't put there!"

"Would you prefer me to argue with you, queen? I could create a list of debatable arguments that I could safely lose without compromising my ability to protect you/."

"No!" I snarled, black hair waving as I shoved her away, heading into the hall.

"You can't go out there, my queen," came Antibote's voice.

"Like hell I can't!" I snarled, ducking down a hallway before she could come after, and taking out another. I slammed my arm into the neck of the first guard to come after me, taking advantage of her hesitance to drive the blow in, and pressing against the wall. The next one past got a swing to the face as she rounded a corner, a splurt of blood wetting my hands, hot and warm against my skin like I hadn't' felt in ages. I sighed in relief, not even wanting to think of the moral consequences, before pulling off the guard's uniform and slipping on the cool white cloth, making my way through the palace and out the door.

I knew they meant well, but honestly  - not even the Amazon Queen can stay cooped up forever.

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The hot sun felt good on me, walking down the road. Everything felt good, honestly - the sore feet, the tired legs, the taste of dust. The enormous need to pee behind some random bush.

My clothes were dirty, too… It felt really good to hate that feeling, again, the mud stiffened cloth brushing against my unprotected breasts, the cold air running against my nipples and shoving up my skirt. Figured I'd take the only guard without underwear.

A man shoved past me, sending a thrill of excitement over seeing one down my spine, quickly shoved aside in anger. "Excuse me, you do not have to push!"

"You don't have to stand in the center of the street, staring either," he replied. "Unless you want to be run over, perhaps?"

I just stared at him for a moment, shocked that he'd said that out loud. "What would you do if I asked you to bear my child, strip naked, and run down the streets while tearing your own flesh off?" I asked, at last.

He just blinked, for a long moment, before replying. "I'd call you a crazy bitch."

"I knew it!" I squeed, my moment of embarrassment drowned out by the sound of hooves as palace guards rumbled down the road. Cursing, I leapt forward, tackling him in my arms and taking him into the bushes.

"Get off me, you crazy bitch!" he snarled, doing his best to bite my fingers off when I covered his mouth. I slapped him, instead, glaring as the guards got off their horses and began to walk around.

"What the hell are you doing, getting involved with the guards?" he whispered. "Bloody hell, I knew you were crazy, but only an idiot gets involved with those girls!"

"What are you talking about?" I hissed.

"You don't mess with the forces that are ransacking your village, you idiot!"

I stared at him. "I'm crazy!? What the hell are you talking about!?"

"Oh, for the love of…" he grabbed my hand, rough hands biting into my skin as he forced my neck to turn, my jaw widening open. The town below was a ruin, a fire bursting up even as I watched, the people trudging out by the hundreds. "One person there said something about our dear queen. The amazons didn't like it."

"No," I whispered, my head shaking as I stared. This was what I had stopped - this is what I had turned them into amazons to stop.

"All for you, my queen, came Antibote's voice, forcing me to look up at the Amazon's splayed around us.

"You… you can't do this!" I whispered. "This is what we're stopping!"

"And they were going to stop you from stopping it," she shrugged. "It is our duty to keep you safe - this is simply how we do it."

"No," she whispered. "You can't do that! I demand you stop!"

Her fist smashed out, pain blossoming and fading before I could even protest, the darkness closing in. "I'm sorry, my queen - but this is for your own safety."

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The floor was damp beneath me, the ground cutting into my breasts. I was naked, I realized, but unrestrained. The guards were in front of me, the male they'd found me with trapped between them as Antibote fondled his flesh, making his manhood stiffen and harden.

"These disgust me, you know," she whispered. "Every erect one of them is a threat to your purity. But I don't have enough guards to get rid of them all. That's why I need you to kiss him into another of your servants."

"No," I whispered. "You're not being my servant! You're being… you're being…"

"I am being a servant my empress, in the way I was trained," she shrugged. "Are you refusing to kiss him?"

"You're bloody right I'm refusing to kiss him!" I snarled, my lips pulling back.

"Then I will do him like I have the others," she shrugged, pulling forth her whip, the light gleaming upon the black and purple thing my hand knew so well.

"My- my-"

"Your whip, designed to turn people into their worst fears in excruciating pain. Worst fears we have worked hard to ensure would be ourselves. All for protecting you, my queen," she smiled, gesturing for a guard to cover the man's mouth as he slashed a whip across the chest. The cloth burst beneath it as he squirmed, the lacerations disappearing as the chest swelled, the nipples standing hard and erect as the breasts pushed out, firming even as he struggled the whip lashed out again, striking inside the mouth as the guard lifted a hand, the face changing as the scream turned girl, for a moment, the mouth slamming shut. Even as the hands scrambled to pry it open. The whip lashed out twice more, forcing their owner to his knees as the hands turned petite, the changes spreading up the arms as the body hair receded. The legs were next, thinning down as the waist cracked wide open. Slash after slash, she changed, hair falling down, Adam's apple disappearing, waist trimming and stomach flattening, until it was time for the final change, the guards spreading out legs and arms as they fondled the manhood to size one last time. The whip drew backwards, slamming forward with speed to draw forth blood as it slid inside, slowly drowning in red and disappearing altogether as the last of the man disappeared.

"Are you ready to serve your queen, Titania?" whispered Antibote, as the girl nodded. "Yes."

I ran forward, pulling the whip away as Antibote blinked at me, smiling, and lashing it against my own skin. It felt like a thousand needles, driving hot into my flesh, boiling the bones of my face, the pressure pushing my brain into a spec and taking it away, until, for just a moment, the pain was gone. For just a moment, I was the tyrant I had always feared being, uncaring, unseeing as my people suffered. For just a moment, I was happy because I didn't have to care, and then the power was rolling off me and I was myself again.

The whip's power couldn't touch me; I was already living my worst fear.