I stood back up and surveyed the room. Queeny and the would-be King, currently a purple clad jester, laughed
as they squeezed each others honking noses and played patty cake on each others boobs. I shook my head and
sighed in shame. I continued looking round for some clue as what to do next feeling totally alone and
bewildered. Morgana, now transformed into a panda through her own stupidity sat eating leaves from one of the
potted plants dotted about the room - she wouldn't be much help it seemed. My eyes met Princess Connie's as
she still stood by her fathers throne.
"S-sorry for all the trouble my daddy caused," She said.
"Its okay. It isn't your fault," I smiled. I guess there was one person I could try to sort this out with.
I managed to get her out of her chastity belt and had to and watch as she immediately began to pleasure
herself, all the while apologizing profusely but I knew she couldn't help it after all Morgana had put her
through to turn her into a sex crazed, submissive slave. As I watched I found myself biting my lower lip and
getting a little hot under the collar. Connie seemed to still possess a little clarity and saw through my
attempts to hide how flustered I was. As she gasped and moaned and her eyelids dreamily drooped, she reached
out and pulled my hand toward her wet, sticky sex. She began rubbing my fingers up and around her wet lips and
I didn't stop her. Soon she wasn't even guiding me. I was doing it myself. She grabbed me with her sticky
fingers and roughly pulled my face to hers to give me a passionate kiss. She was so forceful and it reminded
me of the rogue-ish tomboy she was when I first met her. Perhaps Morgana's conditioning was wearing off, her
sexual frustration fro being locked in a chastity belt for weeks had grown so much that she had to revert back
to a dominant personality in order to make shy little me help her get off.
Soon she'd pulled me to the ground and was thrusting her hips over my knee as she played with my nipples
through my dress. I couldn't help but moan as her hand reached beneath my skirt, violently pulling my panties
down before slipping a couple of fingers in my wet and quivering pussy. I bit my lip hard to stifle more moans
and tilted my head back.
It was then I saw the room full of transformed people and remembered what was going on. I felt so embarrassed
at doing such a naughty act in front of so many other people and tried to shut my mouth even tighter, hoping
they wouldn't notice my panting and squirming. Connie had other ideas though. Her now dominant personality
couldn't let me do as I pleased and keep quiet. She wanted to hear me moan and scream. She wanted to be in
charge and to make me feel low, to know my place as her toy.
She began jilling me faster and deeper. With more fingers. I tried to cover my mouth as i squirmed but she
grabbed my wrists and held my arms down.
Connie looked me in the eye and said, "Scream for me my little bitch."
It was at that moment, seeing her mischievous, smirking face watching my red and panting face that I began
shaking and quivering violently from an intense pleasure running through my sex. It was like a pleasure bomb
went off in my brain. I'd be screaming but I couldn't keep to a single sound. My voice cracked and broke in a
breathy falsetto moan and I felt another climactic explosion come over me and this time Connie's voice joined
mine and she slumped over on top of me, quivering and reaching her own climax.
We lay there for a time, sweating and panting like dogs. Our eyes drooping dreamily. As I stared up at the
ceiling a grinning face came into view. Then another. It was Queeny and the King, both turned into buxom, sexy
Jesters. They began sing there annoying rhymes again and once again I tried to hide my face in shame.
"Looks like our daughters had some fun,"
"playing with each other til they cum,"
"How they got so naughty we don't know,"
"My darling little Princess is a lesbo,"
"I think their naughty little bottoms need a smack,"
"For having sex instead of trying to change anyone back,"
"Your friends need help and you can do is fuck,"
"rolling on the floor all covered in muck,"
They pulled us to our feet, sat on their thrones and bent us over there knees. Our bodies still too weak and
numb from the intense pleasure couldn't help but do as we were led and I practically fell on to mothers lap as
my weak knees could barely carry me.
"Daddy don't you dare! I'm not a child!" Connie protested.
I watched as her father (or should I say mother?) lifted her skirt giving me a clear view of her cute tushy
and still red and sticky pussy. My face was inches from her bottom and I could smell her sex. I felt my skirt
lifted over my bottom too and thought about protesting but it was too late. The once-King lifted his hand high
and slapped it down on Connie's jiggling rump. I felt the force of a swift spank on my own bottom and yelped
from the surprise and before I had time to recover I felt another stinging swat. Tears flowed to my eyes
instinctively.
Naughty little Princesses sitting in our laps,
Taking their punishment,
Slap, slap, slap!
You'd better get busy and change your friends back,
Or you get another punishment,
Whack, whack, whack!
With that they let us go and we rubbed our sore booties. I suppose I shouldn't have got carried away with
Connie. Still it did feel really good...