High heels clicked on the cobblestone floor of the underground prison. Prisoners cried out for freedom, but this Warden simply ignored them. She had been amassing great power through her backdoor deals and underhanded political moves, but today, that all changed. No more half-measures for control. Ludmilla was going to take the power for herself and assert her will over the land.
She wasn’t much for dabbling in the mystic arts, but when she heard of an amulet being guarded in a neighboring kingdom that could grant untold fortune, she had to have it. She threw herself into her studies, learning everything she could about this jewel. While most stories leaned closer to legend rather than concrete history, she felt in her bones that the stories were true. She sent wave after wave of her best men after it. Either they came back heavily wounded and maimed or they didn’t come back at all. Those who survived were tossed down into the prison she was currently walking through. She could hear each man screaming her name, either out of desperation, anger, or even arousal.
Ludmilla knew her power over men and women, both in confidence and her sensuality. While not as gifted as most bar maidens, she more than made up for with her sexual prowess. She adored the sensation of a man cumming down her throat, feeling him give himself to her. She had all the control, and that’s what she craved.
The dim light from the open porthole in the ceiling drew long shadows along the wall and Ludmilla climbed up to the final chamber. The warm glow highlighted her striking features. A thin, slender face with high cheekbones were executed by thick, black hair draping down to her chest. Closer to a small B cup, Ludmilla still wore her low-cut purple dress to show off her long legs and thicker backside. Nothing too impressive, but she used what her genes gave her.
They were especially helpful with seducing one particular spy. He avoided Ludmilla’s demands for months until she had him cornered. No man nor woman could deny Ludmilla when her ass was pressed firmly against them. That night long ago in the dimly lit Inne, Ludmilla ground on his cock until it was hard enough to suck. Her expert tongue work brought him nearly to orgasm over and over again.
He was begging for release, offering anything to finish inside her. Ludmilla got his sworn word he would retrieve the stone for her, and then shove his cock deep inside her tight pussy to let him cum. She moaned in delight as the spy filled her, even if she didn’t get off. It didn’t matter, she got what she came for.
This morning, she had her assistant inform her that the spy had returned and with good news. Her lips curled into a smile as she ordered her men to capture the spy and detain him in the prison. He put up quite a fight, but Ludmilla always got her way.
That brings us to now, as she finally reaches the door to the cell holding the spy. She had her guards release the security locks and ordered them to stand guard outside. “I can handle him alone,” she said under her breath. Her words were like daggers in their hearts. Her men would never dare disobey her, so they stood quiet and attentive, unaware of how soon the world would change forever.
The cell door shut behind Ludmilla and she eyed the spy chained to a wall like a cat playing with a cornered mouse. “You did well, comrade. I’ll take my prize now and you will be freed.”
“Bullshit! Who locks up the man who helped you get what you’ve always wanted?”
“A person who understands leverage. Don’t pretend you wouldn’t have held this over my head for months, maybe even years. No matter - we’ve sorted that. All you need to do is tell me where it is, and this can all be over.”
The beating the spy had received had him off-balanced and unfocused, but after the deadly task of retrieving this trinket, he just wanted to be done. “Fine…” he whispered. “Take it.”
With a flick of his wrist, he retrieved the stone from a secret compartment in his jacket and tossed it across the room. Ludmilla snatched it from the air and gazed at its beauty. The stone shimmered in the dim light, pulsing within her hand. Her stare returned to her captive. “That wasn’t so hard, no was it.”
The stone had a chain encased within it, perfect for wearing around one’s neck. She donned it and focused hard on what she wanted… but nothing happened. “What is the meaning of this?! Did you think you could fool me with a fake?!” She tried to focus again - on gaining power, on ruling over her kingdom, with everyone beneath her feet - but nothing. Ludmilla marched toward her spy and grabbed him by the throat, “You will hang for this! Do you understand?”
“It’s exactly what you asked for,” the man squeaked out. “I don’t know what to tell you, lady.”
“I’ll show you…” with that determined thought, a flash of purple shown from the stone and reflected in Ludmilla’s eyes. Her hand tingled as the man gasped. She didn’t know what was happening, but she could feel a power flowing through her and it was coming from the man.
She pulled away from him and the sensation ceased. Ludmilla inspected the stone to see what sort of trick the spy could have played, but then she saw. Her once itty-bitty titties were fuller. Much fuller. They threatened to spill forth from her plunging neckline. As her fingertips traced the bulging flesh, she felt a new sensation - the need to cum.
Ludmilla had never been satisfied by any lover, but now this stone had unlocked something inside her. Her pussy quivered and dripped as she eyed the man in front of her. “You might be right. This might be my prize after all. Let me reward you…” The man could barely think, he just nodded his head as she pulled down his pants and his cock sprung free. Ludmilla salivated at the thought of swallowing his entire load and didn’t hesitate to deep-throat the spy.
She moaned and groaned as her tongue traced the veins and ridges of his cock. She saw the same purple surge and doubled her efforts. She could feel the man convulse and moan in delight as she sucked him dry. Her hands slid up her thin waist to her bulging breasts to feel the magic work again. Her fingers dug into the tit flesh as it bulged and tore her top, surpassing an H-cup in no time.
If she wasn’t so focused on her tits, she would have noticed her thick hips growing wider, snapping the stitching on her slim dress. On top of that, her legs grew ever so slightly longer. Her muscles, arms, and torso as well. She was growing and she craved more. She demanded more!
Before long, the spy shot the biggest load of his life down Ludmilla’s throat and collapsed in a heap. He was nothing more than a husk and Ludmilla had absorbed all she needed from the man. She cooed in delight as her fingers and hands caressed her form. Nearly 7 feet tall and sporting curves that any woman would die for, she now knew her purpose.
“До свидания, comrade,” Dame Ludmilla exited the holding cell to see two guards in shock. Her breasts were hanging bare before them and she knew just what to do with their slack jaws. With her gentle but firm hands, she guided their mouths to her Tootsie-roll-sized nipples and made them suck. As soon as their lips connected with her body, the stone illuminated and got to work.
She cooed, even moaned, as the men’s essence was absorbed into her tits. She couldn’t hear the men struggling and frankly didn’t care. Ludmilla needed their power and their job was to serve her til death. That was coming sooner rather than later. Within minutes, the once burly men now collapsed as husks of themselves while Ludmilla gasped and screamed as she came!
“Oh goddess, is this what this feels like?!” Her screams echoed off the cobblestones as her pussy squirted down her legs, coating her now thick thighs with her delicious juices. Not just that - as she flexed her growing muscles, her nipples stretched and swelled until POP - two streams of milk shot forth from her teats.
She moaned as she brought one of her nipples to her lips. Her milk tasted like the nectar of the gods and she squeezed her thighs tight as she finished growing. Nearly 9 feet tall and M-cup breasts, Ludmilla could take on any solider in the kingdom and win. Either from brute strength or her newly found ability. She cracked an evil grin as she savored all the power coursing through her and once her eyes opened, they landed on her next prey.
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With just a few footfalls, she was at the bottom of the dungeon, standing in front of the entrance. A pile of 5 husks lay in front of her as she bathed in the glow of the stone. Her body is now steadily growing larger and larger and she can’t keep her hands off herself. Her slender fingers teased her milk-filled nipple in one hand while the other dove deep into her pussy, teasing her clit, and making her feel pleasures that had been denied her for so long.
As she reached her climax, cumming so hard her foot jerked and knocked down a brick wall, she knew it was time for her final stage. While the room was rapidly shrinking, she turned with what little room she had left and flicked two large levers. One lever was for the exit, which Ludmilla had now permanently locked. The other was for the cells. Each and every prisoner was set free and the only exit was now blocked by her.
Some men cowered, but others fell right for the Ludmilla’s charm. Call it pheromones, call it magic - either way, very few could now ignore her. Men crowded around her legs as she sat her enormous ass on the ground. Some men went straight for her pussy, desperately trying to please her. To a degree, it worked. Mostly because she loved feeling them being drained so close to her clit.
Some men were tit height as she grew past 25 feet tall. They lept from the balcony onto her breast to suckle, hump, or just caress her breast flesh. They too were being absorbed into her being, making her milk flow increase and the taste even sweeter.
The luckiest bunch were the prisoners near her head. Ludmilla didn’t need these men for anything but their essence, but she still loved the way she could make a man melt before her power. One by one, she would use her enormous hand to scoop up one man at a time and bring them to her plump lips. Her massive tongue would snake out and lick their cock and balls, savoring the flavor. While they became smaller and smaller as she grew, Ludmilla loved feeling the men fuck her lips and cum in her mouth.
One by one, she sucked off every man near her eye line until she outgrew them all. Her fingers dove down to her pussy, shoving away the discarded men as she fingered herself. Ludmilla bit her lip and squeezed her wagon-sized tits to flood the dungeon with her fluids.
It was coming - the big one. The biggest orgasm she’d ever experienced. The last of the men fell to their feet or collapsed on top of Ludmilla to give themselves over to her. Shooting past 30 feet - then 45 feet - then 60 feet. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her legs her cracking the cells open and shattering the cobblestone floor. Her breasts were like wrecking balls, pushing all the earth and rubble out of her way.
Ludmilla couldn’t catch her breath. It was coming. She doubled her efforts, squeezing her tits harder and shoving her fingers deeper. She couldn’t hold it. She screamed and screamed until finally - she came. HARD.
Her legs shot out with glee, blowing past the walls and into the adjoining buildings. Her head shot through the top of the dungeon into the afternoon sun. Her breasts spray enough milk to flood the town and then some. As she caught her breath, Ludmilla squinted into the sunlight and then down on the little people below her.
She smiled. These were her people. Her toys. She had everything she wanted. No one could stand in her way.
That said, she did like the idea of getting even… bigger.
THE END