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Chapter #2

The Queen herself!

    by: TomtomtheMultitasker Author IconMail Icon
Lucia Eyara was many things. Hot. Domineering. Sexy. Strong. Milf? Egotistical. Genius. Clever. The Purple Queen. Future Overlady of the world…

But what she is most certainly not is a dorky, submissive, and needy loser! After all, how could she be? For she was the soon to be great masterful overlady over the entire world! If only her enemies would fall before her and bow, for she would be a graceful and incredible ruler.

Mandatory spankings every morning, afternoon, and evening! Wedgies would be prevalent in everyday life! The nerds should fear the bullies! That Lucia was adamant about, planning to do away with the pesky laws and social norms regarding bullying. It only made people stronger!

She let out a whimsical sigh. If only people could see it through her eyes! Shaking her head, the self proclaimed Purple Queen sauntered down the hallways of her main base. An underground palace really with how well furnished it was!

Though she was beginning to go into her 40’s, a mixture of good genes and science has made her age gracefully, allowing the middle aged woman to look barely into her late 20’s. Smooth, pale creamy skin, long luscious silver hair that shone in the artificial light, and vibrant emerald eyes upon a heart shaped face and full, pillowy lips.

She had the barest hint of makeup on, mascara and purple lipstick and eyeshadow. Her hair was done up into a french braid and she had given herself a gold wreathed, amethyst studded crown to cement her status as Queen.

Her clothing mirrored that. Upon her curvaceous, 5’9ft body, she had on a tight seamless two-piece purple bodysuit with black highlights. It hugged her childbearing hips nicely and made her already basketball sized bubble butt seem like a pair of moons squished together! It made her fine, d-cup breasts seem massive and the generous boob window only accented it!

She also had a fine fur lined, almost see through violet cape made of silk wrapped around her shoulders trailing behind her and some finely crafted high heels to make her tower over her subordinates.

As she walked, she moved with long strides and with swaying hips, hypnotizing patrolling guards and throngs of troopers moving through the hallways. With each motion, her bodysuit’s bottoms steadily sagged in the back, showcasing the thick, frilly waistband of her light pink floral patterned granny panties with purple queen flowers, her namesake!

She seemed ignorant of her minor wardrobe malfunction…or was she?

Nearby, Lucia’s ever dutiful and loyal second, Violet, stood ready to follow her every command. The blonde woman was dressed in a similar purple bodysuit and was visibly wobbling on her high heels. But still she was ready to serve…but today Lucia was feeling…generous. She dismissed her loyal subject, the woman bowing down and rushing away. Smiling, Lucia watched Violet’s nicely toned ass highlighted through her tight suit before shaking her head.

Moving up to the heavy set doors made of expensive wood finely etched, she nodded to two of her Queensguard standing patiently outside.

“Ensure I am not to be interrupted for any frivolous concerns.” Lucia commanded sternly.

She watched with satisfaction as her guards nodded and opened the door for her. She stifled a smirk as she noticed her guards visibly checking her out, particularly her waist. With an exaggerated saunter and sway of her hips, she walked through the doors with a sneer. With a heavy clunk!, the doors closed shut and locked, ensuring that Lucia would be in her insulated and quiet throne room in privacy.

The Purple Queen let out a long drawn out sigh, taking her ornate cape and crown off her shoulder and head respectively. She placed it on an ornate, mahogany table nearby and walked over to her throne. With a slight, muffled thump!, Lucia sat her fat bottom onto her fine ornate marble throne. Her bubble butt acted as a natural cushion for her and she leaned down into her throne with a blissful sigh.

Some peace at last…no speeches…no inspections to do…no dastardly heroines or rivals to challenge her today…she could relax…take care of some minor tasks…oh what to do?
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