A Mask fit for a Queen

Click!

Jane’s deft locking picking skills made short work of the Royal bedroom door as she pushed it silently open. The usual guards that watched over the room where absent just as Thomas had promised.

“We will have a distraction set up that will keep them occupied for enough time for you to slip in undetected and take the masks. The King and Queen are away conquering other lands so the castle will be a skeleton crew as is. Should be easy to get in and out.” He had told her.

Thomas had been right, Jane had made it this far with no problem. In fact it was even easier than she expected. Jane had been nervous about her first mission for the resistance, but she knew that stealing the masks was step 1 in the plan to finally overthrow the evil King and Queen. The masks were said to be source of their incredible magical powers and stealing them would allow the rebellion to finally get the upper hand.

“If the masks are so important, why would they not keep them on their person?” Jane had asked.

“An abundance of confidence maybe? Whatever the case all we know is that this is the perfect opportunity to take them and you are the only person that can do it.” Thomas had said reassuring her.

She had been chosen because her sleek flat figure would allow her to slip into spaces others couldn’t and should she be caught her commoner face would convince others she was a handmaid or kitchen staff that had got lost. She was the embodiment of being a plain Jane.

She entered the large opulent bedroom of the Royal couple. It was a dark but beautiful room, with a bed in the center. Most everything in the room was black or a shade of it. Everything except a white porcelain mask that hung on a stand next to the far side of the bed.

“Bingo”. Jane thought to herself even though she was expecting two masks. She would have to find the second one but for now she quietly tiptoed over. She made her way slowly over to the mask but almost having a heart attack when she mistook her reflection in a floor to ceiling mirror as someone else in the room. She examined herself in the mirror for a moment taking herself in. She couldn’t imagine looking at herself everyday in it and not being disappointed with what she saw.

She was as unassuming as they come and couldn’t imagine the need for such a grandiose mirror. Then again she wasn’t the big breasted Queen who men killed for and women were jealous of. She had to admit that occasionally she had too been jealous of the Evil Queen and her flawless looks. She stroked the bed sheets imagining for a moment what it must feel like to sleep in a bed of such luxury. For a fleeting moment the intrusive thought of what it would feel like to be fucked by the handsome King entered her head.

She shook herself out of it. She didn’t have time to daydream when she had a mission to do. She approached the mask and opened her small bag as she did, ready to drop it in and get out of there. despite it being a simple looking mask, Jane couldn’t help but find it entrancingly beautiful. It was smooth and white and looked as though it was made of marble but as she picked it up she couldn’t help notice how light it felt. It couldn’t be any heavier than a piece of paper.

Now she feared that it would crumble to pieces if she put it in her bag. She looked around the room for some sort of protective case to put it and eventually found herself looking at the mirror once again. She looked at the mask in the mirror and then to her face. Could she? It would be more protected if she was wearing it, and she had to admit she was suddenly craving the urge to wear it. Oh what the hell, she thought.

She stood facing the mirror and lifted the mask up to her face. It seemed to attach almost magnetically. Jane was happy at how well it contoured and stuck to her face even though there was nothing keeping it on that she could see. Her happiness soon turned to fear as she felt it suddenly constrict to her face like it was being absorbed into her body. She tried to pull at the seams but it had already begun seeping in. Her body began to change also as she felt a surge of power envelop her whole body. Painful at first but soon it was feeling orgasmic.

“What is happening to me? Ohhhhhhhh I feel sooo…. soooo…. powerful.” Janes hips widened and her chest flared forwarded as her small breasts expanded to four times their size. Her modest clothes melted away as black leather burst from nowhere to wrap tightly around her new busty figure.

She tried in vain to tug at the invisible seams of the mask as the leather flowed downward from her chest giving her a long open skirt. She moaned loudly as black leather clamped onto her now smooth and tight pussy. Fishnets spider webbed down her legs meeting at her feet which had suddenly been propped up on 8 inch black stiletto shoes. 

“Oh fuck what’s happened to me?! I look and feel, mmmmm so deliciously bad and powerful.” She said moving her hands from the useless task of trying to remove the mask to instead to lovingly feel her new curves and outfit. Something in the back of her mind was pulling her out of it though as she remembered the task at hand.

“No, no I have to fight it, this is wrong. I have to get the mask back to Thomas and the Resistance…. Oh but it feels sooooo good. I feel so fucking good!” Jane moaned as she felt orgasmic wave after wave make her wetter by the second.

“Then don’t fight it, you’re mission is almost complete.” Said a voice suddenly behind her. Thomas appeared from the shadows.

“Bringing back the Mask was never the mission, wearing the Mask was.” Thomas said with an uncharacteristic smirk that reminded Jane of someone.

“But why? Why would you do this to me?” Jane said frantically fighting the urge to pleasure herself.

“Simple. I needed a new Queen.” Thomas replied and transformed before her into the Evil King.

“My beloved Queen was killed in battle recently and with her gone my power is diminished. Our masks are a pair and so work much better when two people are wearing them. You see your question earlier about why we would leave our masks here was well observed. We don’t leave them here. We keep them on us at all time.” He said tipping the side of his face making it clear that the missing mask was part of him, as the Queen mask was attempting to do the same to Jane.

“When my Queen died her mask fell off her face undamaged awaiting a new host. Namely you. The mask told me you would be the perfect vessel for its power, for its evil. The minute I met you I could sense the darkness in you and knew you would make the perfect new Queen. You just needed a little, encouragement. It worked perfectly, you were so willingly put on the mask like it was made for you.” Thomas said with a cackle as he watched Jane writhe in pleasure.

“That’s because it is made for me! No what am I saying? It feels so god damn good but I know it’s wrong!” Said said with a groan. By now the Mask had completely disappeared and staring back at her in the mirror was the gorgeous but cold eyes of a Queen. Every part of her body had been amplified that she now looked practically unrecognizable. She even looked more gorgeous than the old Queen. A fact that made her unable to suppress a smirk.

She had to fight it. Like he said, his power has been halved. If she could get back to the resistance they could mount a defence and take him down for good. However the power was slowly chipping away at Jane’s goodness and corrupting her and the urge to fight was diminishing. Her desires were at war with her soul.

“Mmmmm but why should I go back to being a plain commoner when I could be the Evil Queen. I could get fucked by the King all day and have handmaidens lick me dry.” She thought hotly to herself letting another evil smirk crossed her beautiful but cruel face once again. As the wicked thoughts kept coming, so did she.

But the little piece of her conscious that was holding on was strong. Think of the war and hurt she would prevent if she destroyed this mask and the power it held. She had to fight, good must triumph.

As if sensing he was loosing the King suddenly appeared behind her and put his hands lovingly on her waist. She did not recoil or fear him but instead softly moaned feeling his strong hands upon her body. “You and me can make this world ours, I will be the envy of all men and you with incur the jealously of all women. Give up being the meaningless Jane and become the mean Queen.” He whispered in her ear.

That really had the dam burst for Jane. Finally she could look in the mirror everyday and know she was better than any woman. That no woman was more attractive than her. She closed her eyes and pictured the jealously from the women and the lust from the men. Her soul was almost completely black at the thought but a sliver of goodness was holding her back.

“Of course if you wish I can remove the Mask and you can return to being plain Jane and I can find someone worthy of being my Queen.” The King said letting her go and turning away from her. She could feel the mask in her face begin to rise to leave her. The King seemingly had control over it in someway.

Jane immediately felt like a part of her was being torn from her but moreover she imagined the mask, her mask, being given to some low born street urchin endowing them with the beauty and the power she now possessed. She wasn’t going to let some common trash take her rightful place as Queen. This was her station in life now and she would do anything to keep it.

“How dare you even suggest that I am not worthy! This mask was made for me! Other women aren’t worthy enough to lick my boots let alone have my power! I am the only one hot enough, strong enough, cruel enough to deserve this power! I am the Queen!” Jane said with furious fire in her eyes which turned to superior satisfaction as she felt the mask settle permanently under her skin sending a shiver throughout her body.

“I’m sorry my dear but I had to have you want it so throughly and deeply.” The King said approaching the regalized Jane who was checking herself out in the full length mirror. Her thoughts earlier of never being able to look every day at her reflection were erased and replaced with not only a want to do so but a need. She barely was able to tear herself away to look at the King.

“Do you know what I want now so throughly and deeply? That royal cock in my royal pussy. I want you to fuck your Queen right now and solidify our evil power.” She said with a smirk as she started to disrobe on her way to the bed.

The King looked upon his new Queen with awe. He had hoped she would take to the corruption well but he hadn’t expected this well. She was radiating power and beauty more than his previous Queen. In fact he felt the smallest tinge of fear when he looked at her. Thankfully lust to ravage his new partner was the prevailing emotion he was having.

That night a new reign begun as the King fucked his new queen into the early hours and by morning any remnants of Jane were no more. Her mind was only concerned with conquering and amassing even more power. Her ambition grew stronger every day. Soon surpassing even her own Kings.

Some days she would daydream about ripping the mask from him and finding a more similarly minded man to her. One that would help her achieve her goal of complete world domination. She would even find herself subconsciously urging the mask to leave his face and would laugh to herself when the King would scratch at his face not knowing what was happening.

More recently though she found herself wondering what would happen were she to put on the second mask as well as her own. The thoughts were practically orgasmic and it almost felt like the masks were whispering in her mind to do exactly as she was imagining. Of course for now these were only the fantasies of an Evil Queen who lay next to her sleeping King taking in the joyful pleasure of watching him scratch at his face.

Model: Bianca Beauchamp