SUCCESSION CRISIS

SUCCESSION CRISIS

Eleanor giggled as she sat down on her brand new throne and her best friend Anna rolled her eyes at her audacity. She grinned winsomesly at her friend and made a fake imperious gesture as she pulled a pompous face.

"So what do you think? Do I look suitably regal?"

Anna shook with barely supressed irritation. "I can't believe you agreed to this Eleanor. This is crazy!"

"Awwww don't be such a sourpuss. They offered the throne to you first, but you said no."

She shifted uncomfortably, the fine robes and expensive jewels she now wore an unaccustomed weight on her nerdy frame. She felt weird in all this finery, she was usually a jeans and a t-shirt kind of girl, but a Queen had to keep up appearances. At least they'd let her keep her glasses so she could see. "Look Anna, I know it's a stretch but I couldn't just leave them in the lurch, they need our help."

"But we have to get back to our world and out of this crazy place! We've done enough to help them... defeating the wicked witch, saving the kingdom from destruction... it's just a shame we weren't able to save the royal family before the witch murdered them."

For the last few months Anna and Eleanor had been trapped in a magical fantasy world after falling through a magic mirror. They'd battled monsters, shown themselves full of plucky courage and even saved the kingdom. Now Anna was desperate to return to Earth and her family.

But the people of the Kingdom had begged for their help. With the royal family murdered, there was no one to sit upon the royal throne and now the people would only accept one of their two saviours. To avert a civil war and prevent the total destruction of the people they had saved Eleanor had agreed to become their queen. At least as until such time as a better ruler could be found.

After all what did Eleanor know about ruling a kingdom?

"It's going to be okay. I can do this," smiled Eleanor. "I want to help these people. I want to help rebuild, ensure there is fresh water for the cities, house the homeless... advance the rights of the citizens. This is a chance for me to make a real difference. I can always return to the real world later. All my life I've wanted a real purpose and something meaningful. Here in the Kingdom I can finally do something good."

Eleanor reached to the side of her throne and picked up a grisly looking leather bound book.  "I found the witches spellbook after our battle. I've been reading through it and I think I found a way to make a magic mirror on this side and then you'll be able to cross between worlds. Only problem is time dilation. If I'm right months and years in this world are only a matter of hours in ours. No one will even know you've been missing but if you come back months or even years might have passed here."

Anna's eyes widened in alarm. "Eleanor be careful, that witch was completely evil. Is it safe to read her spellbook?"

"I'm sure it's perfectly safe. If I'm going to be a good queen I need every tool at my disposal. The book hopefully has some knowledge I can use for good. Besides it's the only way I know to get you home. Look don't worry about me. Go back, I'll return one day."

Eleanor began to read from the book, her tongue clumsy around the unfamiliar syllables. The air shimmered and turned to glass as a magic mirror as tall as Anna was created.

The two girls hugged and cried. Then with a final reassuring squeeze of their hands - Eleanor watched Anna step through the mirror. Anna vanished and Eleanor was left all alone in her throne room... alone except for the book.

Eleanor suddenly felt very alone and a little scared, but she reminded herself... she needed to be brave. She COULD do this.

***

THREE MONTHS LATER

Eleanor paced the floor of her private chambers, tears streaking down her face and her face a mix of anger and despair. "Why won't anyone LISTEN to me!"

She screamed and stamped her feet... discharging the building frustration. Despite being the Queen, Eleanor was swiftly learning that the exercising of royal power wasn't very easy. Things had started well, but very quickly she'd learned there were factions and interests working against her. 

Eleanor was frustrated. Why wouldn't people just do what she wanted? Why wouldn't they just obey her. She was Queen wasn't she?

You don't look like a queen. You don't act like a queen. But you could change that.

Eleanor wasn't sure if the voice was her own or someone speaking to her. It seemed to slither in her mind like a poisonous serpent.

For some reason she thought of the witches spellbook and picking it up, she found her fingers idly flicking through the pages.

You already know which spell you're looking for. The self-improvement spell. You saw it months ago when you first picked up the book and you haven't stopped thinking about it since. Remember what it said. This spell would allow you to change your physical appearance however you wanted...

Maybe if you looked more like a Queen these fools would take you more seriously. 

Eleanor's fingers found the page she wanted and her mouth went dry as she scanned over the spell. She imagined herself as a beautiful soft kind hearted princess that all the people of the kingdom could love. Maybe this could work.

That's not the kind of Queen you want to be though is it. You don't want to be nice. You need to be feared. Feared yet lusted after. The weak pathetic fools of this kingdom only respect true power. Like Queen Valeria the Brutal, or Lysanthia the Manipulator. Their portraits are above your bed. 

Eleanor found her eyes almost unwillingly dragged upwards to the two women over her bed. They were both blonde, with icy blue eyes and mean heartless faces. Valeria was dressed in silver battle plate, surrounded by terrified kneeling servants. Lysanthia was beautiful but clearly evil, her seductive eyes and perfect body able to make any man her slave.

"They look like such bitches, I wouldn't want to get on their bad side."

Exactly. Can you imagine how good it must have been to be one of them? Each added vast swathes of territory to the kingdom and no one dared cross them. Don't you want the same, to be feared and respected? Don't you want to be taken seriously?

Eleanor's mind was clouded. She didn't query how the voice seemed to know things she didn't, or see how it was manipulating her. Why not give herself a beauty upgrade? If she looked more regal perhaps these fools really would take her more seriously.

Her hands trembling she spoke the words of the spell.

Yes. Thats it. Unlock your true potential. Now imagine the woman you want to be, the Queen you truly are. Flawless white skin, long blonde golden hair. Shapely breasts and a tiny waist... a Goddess, a Queen... maybe even one day an Empress.

Eleanor moaned, having to steady herself against the wall. Dark energies gathered around her and she groaned in ecstasy as she felt the power at her command. She just had to use it.

She suddenly unbidden thought of Anna and she hesitated. She could almost hear Anna's voice. "Eleanor you're enough. You don't need to change who you are. You have this, we defeated the evil witch and her dark magic, you don't need it to be a good Queen."

Eleanor hesitated.  She shouldn't do this. It was wrong. Anna would be disappointed in her. She began to let go of the gathering power.

Is it wrong to want to be better? Is it wrong to want to look good? Face it... you're a Queen and you know that means projecting the right kind of image. And there are personal benefits too. Ask yourself why you get aroused when you think of using the spell? There are many beautiful women in your court and yet no one pays you real attention. Don't you want to be skinny? Don't you want to be blonde? No more glasses, no more feeling uncomfortable in your body and your finery. You can become so much more.

It was like two halves of Eleanor were in conflict. But her darker side was being very persuasive. Eleanor found she couldn't stop imagining being beautiful and blonde. She imagined how good it would feel to finally look like a real Queen. To have her subjects both love and fear her.

It was... arousing.

It's only a skin deep change. It wont change who you are. It won't make you a bad person. Sure people will treat you differently, worship you maybe... but that's what a Queen deserves. Besides... dont you trust yourself? You're a kind loving person. You could never do anything bad right?

Eleanor groaned. For a moment she was conflicted, then she finally gave into the darkness. It felt so fucking good as she completed the final words of the spell and felt her body and flesh become as maleable as wax. 

Yesssss. Now you can truly become your true authentic self. Become the Queen you deserve to be. Make yourself into a Goddess.

Eleanor groaned as she began to change. It felt so good to let her narcissistic desires finally out. She was only making a few improvements... just a few changes to help her rule better.

"Mmmh blonder hair, skinnier waist... fuckkkk yessss perkier tits!"

Eleanor could feel her skin shifting and her body changing to match her desires. She imagined the portraits of the Queens of old, imagined herself like them. Blonde... perfect... flawless.

Eleanor ripped the glasses from her face and hurled them to the floor. She stretched and gasped, growing taller and thinner. Her body became lithe and toned, her skin smooth and soft.

Full pouty lips shifted into a permanent sneer of disdain as her eyes turned blue and beautiful. Cold and heartless, they were now eyes that no one could out-stare. Tossing out her long golden hair, Eleanor exulted in the feeling of finally being regal and divine. Her face became perfect, with high cheekbones and flawless skin.

"I'm a fucking Queen at last. I feel so goooood," she growled. "Yessss this is who I always should have been! I'm so glad I could change myself."

Examining herself in the mirror Eleanor enjoyed the sight of the ice-queen now staring back at her. Her clothes seemed to fit better and she wore them now with an increased confidence.

"Fuck, I look so evil and powerful. I look like I could do anything!"

You CAN do anything now Queen.. though don't forget to take some enjoyment for yourself. You don't serve these people. They serve you. In fact maybe you should study the witches spell book and see what useful spells it contains? Controlling minds would make this a lot easier.

Eleanor picked up the spell book and smiled. It felt good in her hands like it belonged there. She opened it and her cold blue eyes shone with ambition as she began to read.

Soon you'll be a Queen worthy to be my... I mean the books Mistress. It's time to begin ruling...

As she hungrily devoured the books knowledge Eleanor didn't notice how her face now automatically assumed a cruel and dominant expression. She felt so good right now.

Eleanor... ughh she'd always hated her name. It was so sweet and pathetic. It made her sound like someone others could just walk over.

You changed your appearance, so why not change your name too? You can be anyone you want. Stop being Eleanor... stop being pathetic. You know what you want... Queen Elle.

Elle? Yes that was a name that went with this body. Queen Elle had a nice ring to it.

"Fuck yesssss, I love reinventing myself."

Elle smiled. She had so much to do and so much to learn. Now they'd listen to her and she could 'fix' this kingdom...

She was still the same kind hearted good person she had always been. She just looked fucking hot now and was beginning to learn that the exercise of power sometimes required a little ruthlessness. It made her feel horny, but shouldn't she be ashamed of feeling this way?

Don't worry your new body comes with many benefits. You'll find your sex drive is higher, your pleasure tolerances increased and your shame and guilt no longer trouble you. The more you accept your new role and enjoy the sensations of power, the more heightened those benefits will become. It's what you deserve.

Elle moaned as she settled into her new role. The voice was right. She deserved this. Everything felt better now she was a baddie. Her body was perfect and as she touched her new perfect pussy and breasts for the first time she shivered with glee. She needed to get off.

"Mmmmh I'm a Goddess. I'm a bitch! I deserve it all. I'm going to take it ALL!"

Her pussy was tighter and more sensitive than ever... her new breasts higher and the nipples more suckable and touchable than ever.

She began to cum... and she didn't stop till she was raining squirt down on the floor of her chambers.

She needed a man. She needed to get fucked. She thought of the handsome guard outside and her lips twisted into an evil smile.

It was good to be Queen.

***

THREE YEARS LATER

Empress Elle smirked a triumphant grin as her general tossed the head of another defeated leader at her feet. "Your Imperial Majesty we have crushed the Great Republic and conquered yet another land for your empire. Your realms are now three times the size of those you once possessed. Your magic broke their armies and my men did the rest."

Elle purred in satisfaction, as her body creaked in the tight leather and latex she was wearing. She leaned over to examine the head. The President of the Great Republic. Some weak pathetic man who had tried to resist her. What a loser.

"Burn one of their cities to the ground for even daring to resist us - their stupid Republic with it's preposterous ideas around democracy must be destroyed."

"Yes my Empress."

"Oh and general, come to my chambers tonight in private. You will serve your Empress in other ways."

Elle felt her pussy get wet at the thought of the generals hard cock inside her. He was strong and fit with a very nice body and victory in battle always turned her on. She was going to ride him all night and increase his absolute devotion to her. 

She couldn't wait to suck his dick and fill her tight Goddess cunt up. She'd make him recount all of her victories as he fucked her and she just knew she was going to cum so hard.

There had been so many.

The last year had been amazing for Empress Elle. Her subjects had been amazed when she had emerged from her chambers a new woman... though some had objected to her new form.

They had tried to complain that she had been corrupted by the old witches spellbook and that she needed to be removed from power.

She had sadly had no choice but to disintegrate them in front of everyone else. She couldn't help that she had enjoyed it. Her new body seemed wired up differently to her old. She no longer seemed to feel guilt or embarassment like she used to. Instead she was turned on by the exercise of power with no shame. Using magic felt good.

You're a natural my Queen. All my secrets will be yours to use.

She glanced at the spellbook she had attached to her hip. Was it sentient? Was this the voice she had been hearing all this time? It mattered not, it was becoming part of her and its advice had been nothing but excellent so far. She was prepared to listen to more.

You are a fast learner my Queen. Those fools you destroyed... didn't it feel good to remove an obstacle to your power? Right and wrong don't exist for you. As Queen anything you want to do is RIGHT and anyone who gets in your way is wrong. 

The book was right. The fools she had to disintegrate were all those who had challenged and betrayed her. Watching them scream in agony as they turned to dust was kind of satisfying and she knew she'd probably have to masturbate to these feelings of power later on. Mmmmh her body was so turned on. The rest of the court swiftly fell into line behind her. No one else wanted to feel her wrath.

"Anyone else want to challenge their queen?" she had snarled. "Good. Change every official document to record that Queen Elle is now the ruler of this kingdom and bring me my fucking dress maker... I want some new clothes that reflect how perfect my new body is."

Elle would soon be outfitted in clothing more appropriate for a Queen. Tight black leather, boots, corsets and bustiers. When you look this good, why not flaunt it?

She would select ladies in waiting, only the most bitchy and beautiful - they were no threat to her - but she'd train them to be her eyes and ears. She'd use them to seduce men and control them. Men were weak and easy to manipulate. Her trysts with the married guards outside her chambers had taught her that. One tadte of her royal pussy and now they worshipped her and not their wives.

And that wasn't all she planned to do.

Elle knew that she needed to act fast before any more resistance to her rule grew. She would chose the most brutal and ruthless knights, many who had been banished from the kingdom, and use her magic to increase their strength and power.

Arming her new guards with the finest equipment, her new Queens guard would become her personal bodyguards and enforcers. Now even without her magic she would have a cadre of fanatical loyal warriors eager to obey her every command.

Abandoning her useless plans to end poverty and supply free water to her subjects... Elle helped to elevate the most compliant but ruthless lords to positions of power and she promised to bring them riches and power if they threw their support behind her.

She upgraded her palace to turn it into a place fit for a Goddess. Soon she ate only the finest foods prepared fresh, drank the most expensive wines and surrounded herself with a harem of hot men willing to serve their Queens needs when asked.

Elle exercised power with ruthless precision. Through a mix of seduction, magic and fear she hammered her nation into shape. 

She learned arcane forbidden secrets from her spellbook. Soon steam powered factories were rising up across the land as she brought new technology to the once peaceful kingdom. Her magical weapons fired bullets that could shatter armour, her knights wore plate armour that was fifteen times stronger than steel and impervious to ordinary weapons.

She taught her ladies in waiting magic, enough that they could use their powers to crush her enemies but never be a threat to her. They commanded her armies alongside the generals chosen to be the most ruthless and loyal men possible.

Armies grew, new powerful gunpowder weapons were produced and prosperity for the rich and powerful tripled. The subjects of her new kingdom both loved and feared their Queen. Vast wealth poured into her treasuries allowing her to indulge in every luxury imaginable. She began to build a grand palace for herself.

The rate of change was unnatural... powered by evil magic and a growing fantaticism amongst the people. They would do anything for Queen Elle. Soon even a new religion had begin to form claiming that she was a Goddess incarnate.

She didn't disabuse this notion and soon her priestesses were everywhere spreading her worship.

It wasn't long before Elle reigned over a well ordered kingdom that had given its heart and soul to their queen. Like a machine every part worked perfectly, total control felt so good and it seemed natural to Elle that this was the way all things should be. She was worshipped, obeyed and pleasured and this seemed good.

Exactly. You are the perfect woman, the perfect Empress. Some fools don't see it yet, but even if you have to destroy their lands and kill their people - its all for the greater good. Only as your subjects can anyone ever be at peace. They should worship you, obey you and exist only to serve.

It was only natural that she should spread her perfect vision to other countries next. Her religion was destabilising the other countries anyway and her spies told her the other nations were weak and ready to fall.

Queen Elle's armies swept out and smashed down the defences of the other nations. One by one they were crushed. No one could resist the advanced technology and magic she had at her command. Her invincible knights, magic weapons and female witches were unbeatable. 

Two years after being crowned Queen, Elle was now becoming an Empress. She assumed the Imperial Title gladly being coronated in a grand ceremony. She had herself declared Empress AND living Goddess.

"Mmmmh I really AM a fucking Goddess. This world is mine. Everyone will serve me. I will have it ALL."

Elle's long manicured fingers stroked her spellbook as it's whispers in turn stroked her ego and narcissism. By now she was twice as strong as the witch she had long ago defeated. Her powers were immense. She could kill with a look, transform others and enslave the wills of anyone she chose.

Dressed in tight black leather, her face cruel and beautiful she had surpassed the feats of her forebears. And unlike them she would never age and never die. The book had taught her how she could drain the life force of others to extend her life permanently. Her Empire would be eternal and so would she.

Yes my Goddess. Doesn't it feel good to get what you want, take others for granted and only care about yourself? You love your new persona - this is your true self. Eleanor was weak and pathetic, as Elle you finally have it all.

"Mmmmh yes you're right, I am a fucking bitch who gets whatever she wants. I LOVE being the Empress and having this perfect body and all this power. Hahaha I have it ALL! Other people don't matter. Only what I want counts."

Elle knew that some idiots might consider her now to be evil. Good and evil were such pathetic concepts. All that mattered was power and will. The strong, the beautiful and the clever rose to the top... the dross sank to the bottom. This magical kingdom had needed a ruler such as her. She had brought order to chaos and made the kingdom stronger than ever.

And the sex and depravity felt amazing. Night after night the Empress would feed her sexual desires. She loved to cum. In fact she was going to get off right now in the throne room.

"Bring me a mirror."

Unzipping her leather clothing, she stroked and rubbed her perfect body... absorbed in how perfect she was. She often used a mirror to masturbate - nothing turned her on like seeing herself reflected. 

As she fingered her royal pussy she began to cum, squirting hard over the mirror as moaned and gasped like a slut.

She would have a servant lick the mirror clean once she had finished... hmmm the mirror seemed familiar somehow, but she couldn't place it.

It probably didn't matter.

***

Meanwhile back in the present, the Empress waved her hand and her guards removed the head lying at her feet.

A pity. Soon there would be no more kingdoms to take. Elle wondered what she would do once she had enslaved this entire world and reshaped it in her image.

She was about to rise to head to her chamber to prepare for the general, when an itch ran down her neck. Someone ELSE was using magic in HER kingdom.

Her eyes locked onto a dusty mirror at the back of the hall. The surface glowed and with a gasp Anna suddenly fell out...

***

THREE DAYS RELATIVE

For Anna the last three days had been tough. Eleanor's family were in bits, and the police had so many questions for her. She had done what she could, but she knew she had to go back and bring her friend back. She should never have let Eleanor talk her into leaving her.

Finding the original magic mirror they had used to go to the Kingdom she bravely stepped through.

Anna blinked as she found herself in a huge throne room. It was different to how she had left it three days ago and so was its occupant.

The sulking and cruel, strikingly beautiful bitch seated on the throne in front of her bore only a passing resemblance to the friend she had once known. Whilst only 3 days had passed for Anna - three years had happened here and in that time the once kind woman Eleanor had been had been totally corrupted into something monstrous and cruel.

Empress Elle's mouth twitched into an amused smile as she saw her friends shock. She was pleased to see how much she had changed reflected in Anna's eyes. A desire to dominate and corrupt Anna seized hold of her. A desire to make Anna more like her.

"Welcome back to my Empire Anna. I'm so pleased to see you. Guards seize her."

Anna screamed as she was roughly grabbed and hauled forward. The guards forced her into a kneeling position and she gazed up into her friends pitiless face.

"Eleanor... no what are you doing? We have to go back."

"Eleanor is gone you pathetic loser. I am Empress Elle and you've just reminded me there is a whole other world to conquer out there. Don't worry 'old friend', we shall return but only at the head of an unstoppable magic army. And once I brainwash you and turn you into my most loyal general - you can help lead the attack."

"No Eleanor, this isn't you. You're a good person what have you done to yourself?"

"Hahah I am still a 'good' person you fool. I just understand what it means to rule. I'm better than everyone else so I deserve to have all the attention, all the power. I love being a fucking bitch, but sometimes people need a bitch in charge  I've learned so much from wearing this crown and reading this spellbook. I'm so powerful now and I love it. Soon you'll understand. As you're kissing my feet and serving as my personal pussy slave."

Anna screamed as the Empress rose from her throne and she saw the future of the entire multiverse and her own personal future in front of her.

"Bring her to my personal sex chamber and prepare my strap ons and gags. I'm going to enjoy showing her what a fucking Goddess I've become. Soon Anna you will be my willing mewling slave and then we'll conquer your world together..."

Anna screamed as the guards dragged her away. She should never have left Eleanor here on her own, but now it was far too late...

Elle had succeeded Eleanor and there was nothing she could do about it.

THE END