Tanya & Elora: Queen's Gambit (Part 2) (Bimbofication) (Patreon)

Hey folks!

Honestly, I've not got much to report this week. Writing away, as always, though I seem to have picked up a cold from somewhere. Hopefully that'll pass quickly. Luckily I have plenty of puzzles to distract myself whenever I can't focus on work - there's some fun sudoku platformers out there that take a lot of thinking! (Yes, I'm one of those kinds of people...)

But enough about me. Today's story is the second part of the Queen's Gambit saga (Find Part 1 Here!) as our ever unfortunate Adventuring heroes Tanya and Elora investigate a conspiracy against the royal family. Surely, this won't end poorly for them, right? I mean what are the odds. Certainly, that bimbofication tag in the title can't mean anything...

Enjoy!

“A-are you… sure… about this, your majesty?”

“Oh my dear valiant knight, of course I’m sure.”

“My dear, I hope you weren’t thinking you could hide from me in here?”

“O-of course not, Mistress!” The dark-haired prisoner who had been hiding in the back of her cell stammered. What was it she was in here for? Counterfeiting? Adorable. “I was just… just… Uh…”

Silly girl. There was no more need for words. The one at the door may have been a prisoner of the dungeon as well, but they were by no means equal. Sauntering into the cell, the new arrival reached up and cupped the dark-haired woman’s chin with a black-nailed hand, before drawing her into a kiss. The smaller woman seemed hesitant, her eyes flickering from left to right in search of escape, but as soon as their lips met, the fight seemed to rush out of her, just as the other’s tongue pushed in.

Half a minute later, when they finally parted, a black-nailed finger booped her on the nose fondly. “Whatever you were doing doesn’t matter anymore. All you need to do is come back to the main hall and serve as my footstool, like you’re supposed to.”

The counterfeiter moaned, melting into the embrace, and nodded as an empty smile grew on her face. “Yes Mistress…”

The succubus grinned. Too easy.

Sin’esthei’xia – Sin to her friends, and Mistress to anyone who pointed out they knew like fifteen demons called ‘Sin’ – had only been in this pathetic mortal dungeon for two weeks, but she was already all but in charge of the place. Heh, letting her loose amongst the normal criminals? It was like the people in charge wanted her to dominate the lot of them. Clearly they got off on watching her and her fun. Perverts~

“Surely there must be another way…”

“We’ve tried everything else already, my dear. I know it’s beneath such a noble woman’s dignity, but you’re the only one who can do this.”

Her ascent to dungeon queen had been certain from the moment she arrived. The succubus was a beauty by demon standards, literally sculpted from lust and desire by the lords of the abyss, true masters of their craft. When she’d been running her latest business venture – a wonderfully profitable brothel that had, alas, attracted a bit too much attention – she’d been forced to disguise herself as a human, to hide most of her natural charms for a more humble form, but now? Now she could go all out.

Her skin, red as a dying sun, could finally breathe, exposed to the world for all to see. Her feet could stretch out naturally, black talons clicking so delightfully against the stone floor. Her legs, oh wells of debauchery she had missed her legs! Human hair was so itchy, it was so much nicer to be smooth everywhere beneath her head again, but her legs were where her glossy slenderness was on its best display. Even in these prison rags, she could show off her thighs without worry.

Then there was her butt, which no one could ignore. Her cheeks were pillowy, soft enough to make a divine jealous even up on their clouds, and yet delightfully taut at the same time, firm in all the ways you’d want, while fat enough to hang a belt over at its loosest pin without a chance of it sliding down around her curve, even without the tail! Though one should never ignore the tail, its long, flexible length was enough to make it almost as useful as her arms, and its sharp spaded tip made it just as deadly.

Honestly, Sin felt like she hadn’t even woken up for the day if she hadn’t gotten groped at least once. She never had to wait long.

“A demonic brothel owner…? Could you not have chosen a less…?”

“I’m afraid she was the best fit available.”

“Wait, you mean she’s real?”

“Oh yes. Due to be imprisoned in the dungeons tomorrow morning. But I’ve managed to spirit the real Sin’esthei’xia away, and once we’re done here, I’ll put you in her place, and no one will be any the wiser.”

“Where did you put the real her…?”

“Oh, don’t worry yourself about that, my chivalrous knight, I’m keeping an eye on her. She’ll be safe, and she won’t interfere. A good Queen has all sorts of uses for a demoness like her, especially with the right modifications…”

“I, uh… I see…”

And if one could wrest their eyes off those gentle slopes and brave the climb over her enviably trim waist (oh, she did enjoy seeing the looks of hate she got off human women for how slim she was there – and she enjoyed making that hate melt once she used it to get her claws into them even more) then they would find themselves quickly swallowed by mountains. The succubus’s bust wasn’t the biggest in demon-kind, but her breasts were bigger than most natural humanoids (save for minotaurs, of course), glistening, round, and delightfully bouncy. People could drown in them easily, and some had paid good money for the right to do so! Even restrained in the unflattering rags she had to wear as a prisoner, there was no way to make her girls look bad – her cleavage bulged through the torn neckline of her top, promising a good time to anyone who reached within. A promise she always kept, though she tended to make the price of doing so rather steep~

And then higher still was her head. Her face was art in motion, the kind of beauty that could only come from the hand of an artisan sculptor. She’d known statues that had crumbled to dust in her presence, destroyed by the fact that they couldn’t compare. Her plump, pouty black lips, her long, smouldering eyelashes, her pool-like black eyes, all of it came together to make for a face that no one could ever forget.

The only flaw in her looks, Sin felt, was her hair. Though no one had ever complained about it, she was rather annoyed that she had been created as a blonde, rather than enjoying the ebon black locks of her sisters in the night. Black hair would have looked wonderful against her burning skin, and it would really get the vile nature of her heart across, you know? Instead, her locks were a cascade of warm honey, captivating and yet somehow innocent. Oh well. People usually weren’t looking at her head anyway.

In every way, she was made for sex, and only the most foolish of mortals doubted it. Fortunately, there were many, many foolish mortals out there who were more than willing to stake their souls on that bet.

“Your connection to the light will shield you from the worst of your demon self’s corruption, and enable you to steer her in the right direction. It will feel like a dream, in some ways. You’ll be a voice in the back of her head, guiding her in your mission. Try to concentrate on looking for anything unusual. Anyone out of place. If there really is someone at work in the palace dungeons, they’ve hidden themselves well, but I’m sure you’ll be able to find their trail eventually. Are you ready?”

“Ah, wait, wait, hold on a moment, may- maybe we should discuss this some more…”

Actually, in truth, her real power was in her voice, but sadly her magic had been sealed when she was arrested. Now she had to make do with raw sensuality. Honestly, she was enjoying the ‘back to basics’ of it all, even if it wasn’t providing her with much of a challenge.

None of it work on the guards, alas. They were protected by countless wards and shields, resistant even to her flaunting, more’s the pity. The other prisoners, though? Those poor mortals had no chance. A wink from her and they’d fall over themselves to be her footstool. Just like this little cutie who was following her out of her cell like a puppy~

“Now now, my dear Tanya, you think this is a great idea really, don’t you?”

“Don’t I..? I mean… Oh… Yes… I suppose I do, don’t I?”

“You do.”

“I do.”

“Then listen closely…”

She strutted through the dungeon halls like she owned the place, which of course, she did. None of the guards looked her way, but everyone else drooled over her as she made her way to the central hall, which served as the area where meals were delivered and, usually, where prisoners attacked one another for food or dominance. But now that Sin was here, dominance was more than taken care of, and food was hers to dole out as she saw fit, so she’d taken the place as her throne room.

Entering the room sent her growing harem scurrying, some dashing to prepare her food, others throwing themselves at her feet so she didn’t need to walk over uneven or damp stones. She marched over them without a thought, walking over to the biggest chair and taking her seat as if it were a throne. Then she lifted her feet, and smiled as her latest pet crawled underneath them, grinding her heel down into the small of their back to test their devotion. Not a peep. Good girl. Yes, she was made for sex – but obviously, she didn’t give that kind of thing away for free! At the very least, her petitioners had to beg.

Mm, it was a shame her brothel scheme had gone bust, but she’d be out of here soon enough – and in the meantime, turning the dungeon into her private palace seemed like a fun vacation. The demoness wiggled her toes, leaning back as another thrall stepped up to feed her some grapes. Ahhh. Honestly, was she even a prisoner at this point?

But even as she relaxed, Sin kept one eye open, watching the people around her. She didn’t need to, of course. She had them all thoroughly whipped, and firmly wrapped around her digit of choice. None the less, part of her just wouldn’t sit still, wouldn’t abate this strange feeling that she needed to look for anything out of place.

Got to keep watch. Got to look for anything suspicious.

Well, a jump in paranoia after getting caught was to be expected, wasn’t it? That kind of thing was always going to make you twitchy, even if it worked out okay in the end. No big deal. And it wasn’t like watching out for anything suspicious was a bad thing, as long as it was kept in proper moderation.

Actually, speaking of things out of place…

“Where’s Abby?” The demon glanced up to the servant she had feeding her, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised. “She’s supposed to be fanning me right now.”

“Uh.” The grape feeder licked her lips nervously. “I’m not sure Mistress. I think- I think she said she had to do something…”

Sin squinted at her, trying to assess if she was telling the truth – but, of course she was. None of her thralls had the will to lie to her. They shouldn’t have had to will to ‘do something’ that wasn’t her, either…

Well, no big deal. She’d known her counterfeiter footstool was going to try to hide from her, so she’d gone out explicitly to crush that lest shred of resistance in her. But Abby? Abby didn’t have the moxie. She’d be back soon enough, and she could punish her then. She’d just gotten comfortable, and it’d be a shame to get up already.

No. Investigate. Now.

Or maybe she’d go and investigate now! It wasn’t like she had anything better to do around here.

Frowning, the demoness rose to her feet, keeping her foot pressed into her footstool’s back to make sure she knew she didn’t have permission to move. “Well then,” she said, tail flicking as she began to march towards her missing slave’s cell, “I’d best go and see what was so important to her…”

Abby was in for… smuggling, wasn’t it? She’d gotten the story out of her with a particularly satisfying trick she knew how to do with her tongue. She’d been arrested for sneaking magical goods into the capital city, and had been locked down here for a few years now. Kept saying she was trying to get out for good behaviour, but her parole hearings never seemed to go her way.

So what could she be doing that was more important than pleasing her Mistress? Very strange behaviour…

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. Like, excuse me? Who did you think you were skipping out on? Sin didn’t rule this place with an iron fist – far too many guards patrolling around for that – but she did rule here. One did not just ignore her. Not for any reason!

By the time she reached her target’s cell, she was actually starting to look angry. Her natural strut had become a stomp, and her tail was flicking from left to right with frustrated energy, her face looking like a storm. Other prisoners ducked out of her way, knowing not to interfere, and even the guards didn’t seem to want to mess with her today.

Okay, calm down a little, no need to kill the girl…

But at the door, she sighed, and took a deep, calming breath. No, no, she was a succubus, not a slaughter demon. She didn’t need to kill the girl. She just needed to make her beg for mercy, that was all.

Good enough, I suppose…

Sin shook her head and marched in, casting her black eyes about. Where was- Aha! There, huddled over something in the corner. “Slut! What do you think you’re doing?”

Abby – a dark-skinned girl with smooth red hair down to her shoulders – jumped at the call, spinning around in alarm. “Mistress! What are you doing here?”

“I’m the one asking questions, Abby.” Sin stepped forward, tail flicking behind her. “You’re supposed to be out there serving me right now. Do you know how many people in here would literally kill for that honour? And yet, where do I find you? Sulking in your cell instead of tending to your duties. Are you going to explain yourself, or am I going to have to get mean?”

The human tried to back up, only to find herself stumbling over the box she’d been fiddling with – a wooden crate with a sealed lid. An odd thing to see down here in the dungeon, honestly. “I- I didn’t mean to! I just…”

The demoness raised an eyebrow. “You just what?”

But, it was funny. She couldn’t quite take her attention off of that crate. Strange thing. Doesn’t fit. Could this be it? She needed to keep an eye on it.

But Abby was in the way, and still stammering. “I… I don’t… Uh…” The redhead frowned. “Why am I here, actually…”

Oh by the great abyss. “Don’t you fake amnesia with me, I haven’t fucked anywhere near enough of your brains out.”

The redhead blushed. “I’d never, Mistress! I woke up today fully intending to rush to your side! But as I was getting ready, I… I…”

She trailed off again, light wrinkled forming on her brow, as though she were struggling to concentrate. Sin almost growled and grabbed her there and then, but something stopped her.

Listen. Could be important.

It could be important to hear her out, after all.

“I remembered…” The smuggler eventually spoke up again, but her words were slow, unsure. Yet, there was also a strange confidence growing in them. “I have something to do…”

A strange, far-away look was coming over her face. A glazed look in her eyes. It was as though she wasn’t in this cell at all – as if she was somewhere else entirely. Sin didn’t like it. She didn’t like the idea of her thrall’s attention being on anything but herself.

“It’s that box, isn’t it?” The demon snarled, stepping forwards and pushing her chest against Abby’s. Her patience was at an end. “Give it to me.”

The redhead’s eyes widened, suddenly right back here with her. “W-wait, Mistress, no! We’re not supposed to open it!”

“Oh?” Her eyebrow rose again, and she leaned in, stroking a finger up under the woman’s chin. “Says who?”

Yes, who’s done this?

“I… I don’t know, Mistress…” Sin frowned as her thrall shook her head, disappointment radiating through her. She’d really wanted a name, for some reason.

“You don’t know their name? And yet you seemed so certain a moment ago.” She curled around the thrall more, entwining their legs and letting the heat of her hips warm the woman’s thighs. “Do they outrank me, slave?”

“N-no Mistress,” Abby whimpered, her face almost as red as her hair. Heh, still got it.

By the light, please stop.

“That’s what I thought.” With a dismissive snort, the demon’s tail whipped out and curled around her thrall’s neck, yanking her to the side and out of the way. It stayed up there, wrapped like a leash, as Sin bent down to inspect the crate. “Now what have you been hiding from me here…?”

The box itself wasn’t very impressive. Simple wood, light construction. She’d seen thousands of them pass through the docks back in her time selling time with her girls to lonely sailors in port…

… Smashed through hundreds in dungeons over the years…

… Nothing of note. There wasn’t a name or a tag. The lid was sealed shut with a simple preservative spell to keep it closed without someone actively pulling it open, but that was about it. She wasn’t going to find any clues as to what this was all about just from looking at it.

Perhaps you should-

So she opened it instead.

Or you can do that, I suppose, fine.

The demoness blinked, ignoring the reproachful feeling in the back of her head. It was easy to do so, because in front of her eyes was something far more distracting. Gold.

There, on a small velvet plinth, a golden necklace of exquisite design, intricately woven and as fine as air. Just the chain alone must have cost a fortune, maybe ten times as much money as her brothel had ever made. But the real star was the pendant hanging from the middle of it. A circle perhaps twice the width of a fingertip, patterned with swirling lines that pulled inwards towards the centrepiece – a beautiful pink gemstone. It almost seemed to be glowing with its own inner light…

“How… How do you have something like this in here?” She asked, not really expecting an answer. Her tail would need to be a little looser to get one of those. Instead, she ignored her squirming minion and reached for the chain, wanting to inspect it closely. A piece like this would surely be able to buy her anything – even her freedom!

Wait.

Her hand stopped, an inch away from her prize.

Something’s wrong here.

She pulled back. Something was wrong here. Riches like this didn’t just appear in the dungeons. Someone had brought this here for a reason. Abby? No, the redhead never had access to this kind of wealth. There was more to this than-

The necklace shimmered in front of her, the gemstone glowing brighter.

- than… Than… Uh. What had she just been thinking? Sin frowned, her brow furrowing. It wasn’t like her to lose her train of thought so easily.

… Understandable, though. Look at this thing! It was beautiful! She had to have it. Again, she reached out-

S-stop! This… This isn’t right! Something’s…!

- And again she stopped, her long black fingernails almost touching the metal. Something wasn’t right. Something was trying to influence her thoughts. Warning senses of every kind flashed in the demon’s head, trying to pull her away. She needed to close this box, she needed to get away!

The pink gem flared again, its light shining in her eyes.

Put it on.

She needed to put the necklace on. That was the important thing here. Her hand stretched forward.

D-don’t-

Another flare of pink light.

Put it on.

O-oh… so pretty…

Yeah. Sin’s face stretched into a greedy smile. So pretty~

The gem glittered.

Put it on.

Put it on.

She had to put it on. Her fingers closed around the chain, and in the next instant it was clasped around her neck, the golden pendant framed snuggly in the valley between her tits. Oohhh, that felt good. She wished she had a mirror to check herself out in. Smirking, she turned to Abby, relaxing her tail enough to let the woman speak. “How do I look?”

“Uh…” The flustered redhead gasped for air. She’d need a moment. Fortunately, Sin didn’t need to wait for her. She already knew what she looked like.

Good girl.

She looked like a good girl~ A thrill of pleasure ran through her at the thought, before a confused pout formed on her lips. Wait, a good girl? She most certainly was not! She was a sinner through and through, an incarnation of lust and depravity. An evil, conniving fiend, sent to tempt mortals into damnation. There was no question about it. She was a-

Good girl.

Good girl through and through~ The demoness preened and brushed her hair back, enjoying the sense of innocent delight at how pretty she looked in her new jewellery. She couldn’t wait to show it off – everyone was bound to enjoy it, and she liked nothing more than making sure everyone was having a good time!

I… Is that me…? I mean, I guess that’s true, I like to think I’m a…

Dumb girl.

Huh…? W-wait, no, I…

Again, Sin’s brow furrowed. Her head felt cloudy all of a sudden. But- Nn. But just because she was feeling a little hazy all of a sudden didn’t make her dumb. Duh! Obviously. She had no idea why that stupid thought was in her head at all. There was no way she was dumb! She was, y’know, like, totally smart! Really cun-cunny-cunning! Yeah!

I… Yes, I’m intelligent. I won’t let you turn me into a-

Dumb girl.

- total dummy! I’m, like, a super smart paladin!

Heehee~ The demon relaxed a little, her frown vanishing as she smiled. Okay, yeah, maybe she was a little dumb – that was probably why she was in a dungeon right now! But she had, like, thralls and slaves to do the hard thinking and, y’know, counting things for her! All she had to do was keep them in line by being a-

Slutty whore.

Well no duh~ The red skinned woman giggled. She was definitely one of those! Huh, for a moment there she thought she remembered running the brothel, but there was no way that was true. She was way too dumb, and she loved getting fucked too much!

N-no, that’s, like, totally not…!

Bimbo.

Ooooh~ Sin’s eyes crossed, her lips forming an ‘o’ as she felt something warm and tasty pulse behind her eyes. Distracted by the sensation, she didn’t notice as her skin began to lighten into a friendly pink…

I- I- I’m not- Not a-!

Bimbo.

A giggle emerged from her mouth as her lips slid into a ditzy little smile. The demon’s skin was really brightening now, and as it did, her body was starting to change with it. Her tits were swelling outwards, growing from ‘large’ to ‘enormous’, lifting the rags she was wrapped in to show off her delightfully soft belly, while the ones wrapped around her hips ripped outright as her ass expanded behind her.

I’m, like… totally, like… y’know, kinda… super, like… um… What was I again…?

Bimbo!

“Aaahmn~!” Sin moaned, her eyes rolling up in her head for a moment as said head emptied out of everything in an explosive burst of pulsing pleasure. Her tits expanded again, growing fully larger than her head, with her hips widening to give her the proper hourglass figure a slutty bimbo like her deserved! Wetness dripped down the inside of her legs, her body eager to show off how ready she was to fill her purpose.

She had been made for sex, after all~

And deep inside?

Heehee, so pretty~ Oooh, squeeze our titties s’more!

That sounded like a great idea to Sinni~ A ditzy smile expanded into a dumb grin and reached up, mashing her mountains with her palms and squeezing them together, squirming in delight as she imagined wrapping them around a nice, hard-

“M-Mistress?” A voice broke through her empty headed lust. A familiar one! Ohh, who had it been? The name was on the tip of her tongue, but her head was far too full of cotton candy to remember. She spun around…

… And as she did, the necklace broke apart, chain disintegrating, and the pendant vanished into the canyon beneath it, forgotten and never to be seen again…

… To find a super hot redhead staring at her with wide eyes. Ah! Sinni knew just what to do!

“Like, hey there, cutie!” She squealed, bouncing in place, her pink titties jiggling like jelly. “Wanna fuck? I’m, like, super good at it~”

The redhead stared. Huh. Didn’t she want to have sex? That was weird.

Awh. Maybe if you show her our boobies?

Ah, great idea! She was so smart. Nodding happily, she pulled up her top – and then blinked as the cutie slumped to the floor in a dead faint. Huh.

Press ‘em in her face! That’ll wake her up!

Another great idea! Giggling, she crouched down and crawled over the human, getting her boobs nice and warmed up. Hopefully this’d work, she wanted some fuuuuun! But if it didn’t, then… um…

There’s a whole big room of hotties that wanna bang our brains out over there!

… Then she knew exactly what she could try next!

Heehee. She was such a smart bimbo. She couldn’t wait to give herself away for free~

-

“Hm. Not what I expected. That might take a little while to fix. Hopefully things go better for my other agent…”