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Meli Restores the Separation of Powers
or, Adrienne’s One-Day Coup
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Adrienne va Assaliea, Regina Absolute of the Ariselline Principate, had won.
Within a year of her eleventh birthday, from the lowly ceremonial post of Regina, she had obtained every high office in the Principate. This was, of course, supposed to be impossible. Arisel herself ensured not three hundred and seventy-eight years ago, almost to the day, that every single power that mattered was stunted by layers of review, diced up into dozens of professional functionaries and superintended by an indirectly elected tricameral legislature[1] the size of a stadium; her role, to sign the document so that it would become law, was strictly ministerial. She was strictly limited, as Regina, from so much as commenting on the contents of bills, much less trying to threaten not to sign them. It was a perfect position for a girl as sweet and little as her, and an inconceivably good start to a promising career - one that she had not ever come close to appreciating.
But for all her genius, Arisel had given the Regina just one power too many: the right to manage the budget for the Palace’s staff. In her time, it was a small geosynchronous station, a simple protuberance of beautiful white stone laminated in regularly-changed translucent ablative plate. Now, it was just the internal peak of a massive toroidal station in sparkling shimmersilk[2] that was five miles high and sixty miles wide. The old Palace required perhaps three or four hundred servants. Now, of the one million, six hundred thousand civil servants on board, nine hundred thousand of them had been granted pieces of what was technically her sovereignty that were about ten times as much as the average person had, necessary to clean up after and maintain the unworldly beautiful environment for the seven hundred million or so lobbyists, advocates, local government officials, and tourists who passed through the Palace each year.
Having just discovered this, she, with the stroke of a pen, fired every single groundskeeper, maid, janitor, security guard, all of them except her personal guard. She had fully expected that this would be it: in the time it would take for her to internalize and centralize her power, such a blatant move, visible to the plain eye, would instantly betray her. Within a minute, she was convinced, a far stronger man would come along at the speed of light, almost literally, and put her in a portal back to her father. But, as the thousands of working people who had made it to and were pounding on the solid diamond doors of the Parliament would attest, Parliament was sitting in camera, holding a plenary session to review interuniversal shipping contracts. Even worse, the Executive Council[3] and other principal officers were off doing their jobs, and it would take almost fifteen minutes for its closest member[4] to reach her. She didn’t know this, because she didn’t think to check, because she wasn’t quite as smart as she thought she was.
So, chest high as she quietly shook with fear, she strode into the Parliament, pushing her recently disempowered servants away with a hand and bidding the sovereignty-locked doors open as if they were her property. The mere men of the superior and inferior chambers capitulated without even looking at her, cowed by the blinding light of a halo[5] containing the essence of nine million men; they cannot be blamed, for to them it felt as if nine million people, friends and family, were standing before them and bidding them obey her. The adjudicatory deputies were far too old to be impressed by such things, but she brought them to heel with nothing but brute force[6], then had them impeach all the principal civilian officers and replace[7] all three chambers with herself. She then bestowed upon herself all the best civilian offices, leaving a few extras for her school friends, and of course had made herself the Commander of the Armed Forces. Their salaries and authorizations being tied to the Power of the Purse by treaty[8], an enormous crystal contained in the Parliament House, the allotment of sovereign essence[9] required to execute their duties was immediately redirected into her person, just like the groundskeepers’. In minutes, she revoked all treaties and authorizations the state had with any officers she wasn’t sure were on her side. She could replace them soon, once she could go public with her triumph. Sure, she had no popular support that she knew of, but they wouldn’t risk defunding vital public services and incurring her wrath just because she’d gotten rid of those old fogeys.
Adrienne’s childish sense of adventure had not let her fully understand the danger she had undertaken in doing such a thing. As she stood there, she realised that she never thought it would be possible in the first place, much less accomplished within a day. She figured that someone, the grown-ups in the room, would have found out what she was doing. Naturally, she had woefully underprepared. In some ill-conceived attempt to harvest legitimacy from the government she had vanquished, she wore pieces of five uniforms at once: the enormous epaulettes of the Commander of the Armed Forces, the thick red overcoat of the Final Justice, the pin of the Principal Commissioner of Public Accounts, the lightly glimmering shimmersilk cape of the Lead Procurator, all over the petticoat of the Regina. Standing majestically in this mismatched and ill-fitting display (the overcoat was piled up at her legs) in the Chamber of the Executive Council, looking out through the fifty-foot-tall viewing window that faced Arisel’s Sun, she had conclusively, unambiguously, won.
But this was one of almost a million victories, she’d calculated, she would need. She stared at the locket in her hand, containing the pristine image of the girl she had done it all for: Eleline, her now thirteen-year-old sister. A cherubic little thing with the same wispy blonde hair and even brighter blue eyes than her, she had gone missing four years ago, when Adrienne was barely old enough to understand. To their dismay, however, the family found out what had happened just about a year after: she had gone to see Meli.
Meli is a woman who has, as far as all the humanity of five hundred and twenty thousand, seven hundred and eighty universes[10] had known at this time, perfected the art of Sovereignty. She has outgrown titles and even names, though she has many and the latter all start with ‘Meli’. In the languages of the worlds she held dominion over the longest, her name had become synonymous with both Sovereignty, the practice[11], and sovereignty, the concept[12].
The part that Meli kept as her personal property was the largest - perhaps an eighth of all worlds and one-sixth of all people within the Compendium, the known and connected universe. Theoretically, of course, older universes stretched off into an infinite distance one way and newer ones the other; though sovereignty and science had preserved the most important realms, an infinite wall of dead worlds stretched off to one ‘side’ and a set of live ones constantly budded. All that Adrienne had ever seen and known was her own bubble: the thirty or forty realms most proximate to and well-connected to her three. The nine billion people she had dominion over, five planets and four stations, only attracted Meli three hundred years ago, a blip on the far reaches of her empire with none of the other universes and half the people.[13]
Meli wasn’t, in the balance, the worst sovereign that could have been theirs. She didn’t know how much to believe of what she’d seen and heard, because anyone could generate anything they wanted with the technologies of millions of worlds, but the horrors that the lesser sovereigns perpetrated beggared the imagination. Meli had brought them a level of prosperity unheard of for the millennia of civilization that the Arisellines had, gave them a whole unpopulated realm she had scryed, let them colonize the one they did find for themselves, and never had a problem with the political machinations that had lead to Adrienne’s mother becoming Grand Chancellor of the Clementine Pavillion, an alliance that commanded the militaries of around thirty realms. By any measure, Meli did them the greatest favor that anyone could ever have given them by bringing them into her domain.
But buried amongst the trade agreements, the technology, the protection, and so on, was a very small thing, invisible on the grand scale of the things that Meli brought to them. Adrienne knew of it in the abstract, but it was never real to her until, when she was 10, while praying over her missing sister, she received a sense-video[14] over the eternal[15], bypassing all of her filters and landing directly as a notification in the lower-right of her headset.
[1] NEW MESSAGE – SOVEREIGN PRIORITY
Melian Directorate for Humanitarian Affairs, Missing Individuals Program
Notice of Refusal.vw (491 kB)
We regret to inform you that your Missing Person Search and Rescue Request has been closed because the subject of the letter refuses to cooperate in their return.
Hi sis ! Im ok 😊 Mommy Goddess takes rly rly rly rly good care of me n we have a lot of fun 😋she told me i could send this to uu <3 hope i see u here soon!!![intent-aware transcription; sound-only unintelligible]
A sense-video was attached to the subject’s message. The subject will accept contact at Eternal address mgp49201.38nx. This matter is closed at this time.
- for sis.sensvd (29.4 TB)
⋆⁺₊⋆ ⊱ ʚ 𓆩 ༺ ✧ ༻ 𓆪 ɞ ⊰ ⋆⁺₊⋆
In the middle of a beautiful hundred-and-fifty foot rotunda with a floor made of a mountain-slice of gold-veined marble and air the scent of peaches and cream was a beautiful woman, seven feet tall, jacking her massive cock[16] with a little girl’s pale-pink throat, hands vise-tight around her little neck.
“GLUCK GLK GLUCK GLUCK GLK GLUCK GHHHHHPHHHHHHH HNNGHGHHHH MMMHgkHMMMgkYYYYYY[17]!!!!!”
The girl’s pretty, twitching, pale little body, her beautiful bob dangling and frazzled below her, was suspended from over a hundred feet by black enameled maraging steel clips stuck to the grotesquely swollen thumb-thick nipples ruining her innocent AA-cup babytits, and to her three-inch long clitoris. Her nostrils were pulled back all the way by hooks leading all the way back to a much larger one in her anus, giving her the sweetest little piggy nose that would smack against Meli’s huge, sagging ballsack as the girl’s chin slapped into her big chubby belly. The girlcunt’s obscene squelching and gagging, combined with the cooing moans of what were clearly an unnaturally sexually aroused child, were the kinds of sounds that would chill the heart of anyone who wasn’t the most base and disgusting kind of pedophilic rapist. Meli, autocratic sovereign of this girl and trillions of others, didn’t have this problem because she absolutely loved raping[18] little girls and their little cunts. She had some silly, fancy title before, but as of two or three hours ago, her true legal name was Suckysuck.
Around her, in three tiers of audience standing space plus a few attendants standing close at attention, stood three hundred and forty-five little girls, every age between 7 and 14 (with a few outliers) with their legs in perfect bowlegged squats, asses right at the level of their knees, both feet fully planted, chests out, and their middle and ring fingers planted two knuckles, but no deeper, in their constantly wet, aching child pussies. Most wiggled them up and down, some stood still; they all stared directly at the brutal child facefuck happening in front of them, silently begging (for they weren’t allowed to beg for rape out loud) for the same, preferably worse, to happen to them.
Twenty-eight pissed themselves; one[19] did by accident and the rest, having been reminded of the pleasure of pissing freely, intentionally parted their little urethras and pissed soon after in sequence; in combination with the various squirts and unnaturally productive drips of cunny mucus from their augmented Skene’s glands, there was a constant pitter-patter sound as the fluids dribbled down into a central cunnysewerage system for later use.[20] All of them were clothed in varying degrees of outrageous dress: crotchless versions of pretty pastel little girl underwear, horrifically large piercings that made immature tits sag before they were even done developing, body-crossing tattoos both stylistic[21] and utilitarian[22].
The victim in the middle of all of this, however, had no such accoutrements, and Meli took joy in using her naked, pristine flesh. As she finally had enough of rocking the girl-cunt’s pharynx back and forth over her glans and bottomed herself out, the girl’s cunny projectile-spurted a glob of cuntslobber[23], where it skidded and left a trail along the marble. “I love child cunny,” she said out loud, pulling her cock halfway out and looking down at the raped, twitching girl in a smug, level, self-satisfied sort of way. It was hard not to feel self-satisfied as she felt her cock twitch in Suckysuck’s unnaturally distended throat[24] while her hot breath warmed the top of her loose, sweaty ballsack, her fat tongue, modified to be six inches longer, sticking four inches out at an odd angle.
In response, the child pulled her head back, getting her head a third of the way back across Meli’s shaft, and slammed her cuntlike throat to the base herself, once, twice, three times, her tongue flailing wildly about, before she decided to simply keep her head there. She twitched and gagged in place as her big bright blue eyes struggled to stay locked with Meli’s, who stared at her in mild amusement. Meli let her do this until she saw the girl’s eyes begin to flutter and roll up, at which point she let go. The tension of the ropes stuck to her clamps yanked her nipples and clit with the weight of her entire body, making her emit a blood-curdling scream and squirt both cunnyslop from her fuckhole and a solid stream of piss from her urethra as she kicked her little legs.
Meli grabbed the cunt by the neck and simply yanked her, hard. The momentary slice of horrific pain as the clamps, already worked loose, snipped the edges of her sensitive spots was quickly replaced by the fuzzy, warm bliss of being fully suspended by Mommy’s fingers clasped gently around the back of her neck. A second before she would have passed out, her Mommy Goddess dropped her down flat on the floor, her soft little body making a pathetic thwap.
The little girl immediately twisted herself around and got to her knees, tongue out, smiling wide. “Thank you for raping my throat, Mommy!” she said, immediately shoving three of her pale little fingers all the way into her pussy to try and reach her ‘button’. She knew that Meli knew that her little fingers couldn’t reach it herself, and stared up at her pleadingly but silently.
Meli was pleased with the cunt’s obedience and style. She never ‘trained’ her child whores once they had been appropriately filtered, but they had all been well taught by their own cunts to debase themselves in front of her as much as physically possible. This one was lucky; she was a particularly high quality specimen for many reasons, and had merited the spectacle she was now by her sweet little body and her pathetic attempts at resistance. Lesser cunts were reserved for decoration (as the hundreds of observing girls were) or for public use, constantly modifying themselves, pissing over themselves, and fellating various exotic animals in the hopes of attracting the Goddess’s attention.
“On your back”, she grunted. Suckysuck turned onto her back like a little puppy, keeping her fingers in her cunt, and the Goddess strode over, turned around, and squatted her thick-rimmed, light brown, hairy asshole, which was nose-curlingly sour from an eight-hour campaign out in the Great Wilderness against some pathetic coalition who’d pointlessly discovered her plans of conquest, directly onto her little nose. The stench alone made Suckysuck spurt again, eyes rolling back as her cunny coated her fingers with her honeylike juices. She immediately poked her tongue out and began to suck and nibble her Mommy Goddess’s dirty rim clean.
“You’re an amazing whore,” she said, conjuring a slice of flatbread filled with deep-fried chunks of lamb marrow and belly and taking a bite that melted in her mouth, then leaning over like a dog getting ready to shit. She let out a loud, low, bitter-sour fart (brrt) into Suckysuck’s willing mouth. “Fucking amazing.”
Suckysuck not only kept her little lips firmly planted in an airtight seal around Meli’s puffy shithole; she exhaled immediately after to make sure the stink raped her nostrils too, making her cunny even wetter and her eyes roll in her little head. Her fingers plunged in and out of her cunny, one of two ways she was allowed to touch herself (the other being publicly tugging on her grotesquely swollen nipples and clit and begging passersby to let her suck and rim them).
Suckysuck, having thoroughly cleaned Meli’s rim, began to dig unnaturally deep in her asshole with her modified tongue; it prodded up against Meli’s prostate, making her spit-slick cock drip a little with pre. Meli called for two other cunts, Cunnysuckle (née Coulan Abregali, former heir to the Duchess of Riesental, now First Vaginal Pleasurer), and Pig Cunt (née Pausa Persa, former tribal chief, now primarily used for porcine stress relief), to come suckle on her nipples as she laid her weight down directly on the child’s head. Without any prompting, another hole, this one technically a boy[25], ran in with a little rimming stool to relieve the pressure. Meli obligingly pulled her ass up for it and then settled down, her fat cheeks spreading fully to give Suckysuck the deepest access to her rectum possible. The chair settled down all the way, burying the child in her ass flesh.
The two lucky girls sprinted from their places in the bottom row and landed their lips on Meli’s thick, milky mommy nipples. Suckysuck began to kick around as her lungs ran out of air. The video faded out as Meli let out another low, growling, brrrrttttttttt directly around the little girl’s fat tongue and down her throat, making her squirm and her cunny ooze. That was when she sent the message, the girl with the tongue built for rimming, mouthing the words out as she lapped around Mommy's anal canal:
Hi sis ! Im ok 😊 Mommy Goddess takes rly rly rly rly good care of me n we have a lot of fun 😋she told me i could send this to uu <3 hope i see u here soon!!!
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These videos were some of the most illegal things an Ariselline could possess,[26] but she barely had time to react. Within minutes, the Custodian of Records called her and her parents to let her know of a record change request.
ARISELLINE PRINCIPATE, CENTRAL DIVISION
UNIFIED REGISTRY
CORRECTIONS TO BIRTH RECORD
To the Steward of Records for the Central Division of the Ariselline Principate, I, on behalf of the Custodian of Records, call to your attention certain corrections to a Record of Birth required by [insert here]: treaty obligation.
On Line 3:
This Record certifies that a girlwhore, named Eleline va Assaliea Suckysuck, was born on the 10th day of the 9th month of Year 5842 of the Melian Calendar and 365 of Arisel’s, a free woman child suckslut, to be granted all the privileges, immunities and emoluments granted thereto tonguefuck pedophile anus until the end of time.
The Custodian further requires [insert here]: That notice of this correction be publicly available.
The biometric checksum of the Custodian of Records is attached.
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She had deleted the sense-video immediately, but it was etched permanently into her mind. The scents and smells were the worst part; she had never been able to eat peaches since. If she thought about it too much she began to think about how it must feel to be her sister, which would send horrible little tingles through her body that she had no idea what to do about.
What had happened to Eleline was her induction into a system revolving around the industrial-scale rape of what Meli called “unnaturally perverted, masochistic children”. She had accomplished this through a combination of basic freedoms that applied to everyone in her domain (such as to move and communicate interuniversally, to freely enter into and execute interuniversal agreements, to domesticate subjects’ voluntary extrauniversal acts), as well as special, theoretically voluntary “security and communications agreements” that she entered into with conquered worlds as a matter of policy.[27]
Not that Meli was ashamed of it. Over the course of five thousand years, Meli had personally accumulated over six hundred thousand beautiful, immortal children who spent their endless lives degrading themselves in theatric spectacles, servicing the public for bits of essence, and servicing her personally; the operation of this massive orgy of young flesh was the defining feature of her personal life for the greater part of four millennia and accounted for much of her constantly growing power.[28] She publicly defended her position at length, not that anyone who knew about it could do anything about it.
Adrienne gripped her little fists until they went white thinking of the last message her little sister had sent her. Within years, she might be able to gather enough essence and power to risk reaching out to another one of the lesser powers of the Compendium, someone she might be able to market the Pavillion to a lesser sovereign (maybe Rece-whatever, he seemed nice) who had the wherewithal to make things too annoying for Meli to reconquer them. She would be able to free her people and maybe even try to rescue little Eleline.
Right in the middle of her pretty little dream, a flash of light filled her vision.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⊱ ʚ 𓆩 ༺ ✧ ༻ 𓆪 ɞ ⊰ ⋆⁺₊⋆ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Meli floated two hundred and seventy miles above the surface of the world of Jasqualir, capital of the realm of Saquanzia and home to two hundred and seventy-six island nations. Her two-hour campaign against Perelaim and Sera-Folhe, two upstart Sovereigns on the very edge of the Great Wilderness, had gone reasonably well,[29] but had left her sweaty, exhausted, and cranky. Most importantly, her balls were heavy; she hadn’t had the chance to rape a single hole on campaign.[30] It was time to take care of an item she had put off for a while.
She made her final course correction – she didn’t want to end up destroying the Palace’s reactor – and worldwalked.
To her surprise, she ended up in the inside of the station. To her even bigger surprise, she was right in front of the girl she was here for, and the fifty guards in the chamber with her. The latter filed out the massive main bulkhead with a speed and deliberateness that spoke to their many years of training. The bulkhead then slammed shut with comical speed. The viewing window would have given her a menacing glow if her shimmersilk wasn’t already so bright that it could blind the average man; and even a blind man would feel her halo[31], which blasted out as if she were naked.
Before her was the barely pubescent Adrienne va Assaliea, who, by good breeding, nutrition, and the peculiarities of her world and subspecies, had at the age of ten already developed buds[32] that could fill her unusually soft, small hands and hips that could bear multiple children without slowing down. A normal person wouldn’t have been able to see this, but Meli’s most experienced pedophilic eye could tell just from the littlest bump in her absurd overcoat.
“26C,” Meli said, staring Adrienne in her boundless, dark blue eyes. “Nice nipples, princess.”
“What?” Adrienne asked, in unambiguous shock, blinking her eyes as her implants automatically layered a sepia filter – not enough to sufficiently filter the light – over the scene. Still, she refused to submit[33] to Meli’s halo, which she, a trained Princess, could simply look at as an objective measure, like height or weight. This was not too much of a consolation to her, because it actually is unbelievably scary to be an eleven year old girl in front of someone much, much, taller and bigger than you.
“Your little sister told me,” Meli said patiently, “that you’d come after me. She told me where the command room was. She told me how you said you’d take over the government when you were seven.” She seemed to find this especially funny. “You barely changed the plan you made when you were fucking seven?”
“I–I would never, Goddess.” She went to her knee reflexively, so quickly that she stumbled and fell adorably on her side with a little yelp before she shot right back up. “I am eternally loyal and grateful to you.”
Meli had heard and seen so many lies in her thousands of years of existence that the only thing she felt as she looked at the simpering child in front of her, besides lust, was a stomach-turning contempt. Though some dark part of her would love to simply avulse, beat, and rape the cunt where she stood, she had a sense of morality that categorically abhorred force and violence against a surrendering enemy who had done no harm; this was one of the last few things that tied her to her humanity, and so she grudgingly abided by it.
Meli constricted her halo down to her skin in an instant, pulling all the light from the shimmersilk around her.
This isn’t what Adrienne expected; her soul ‘blinked’ in confusion at the sudden absence of essence, her ‘pupils’ struggling to ‘dilate’. Despite the roiling furnace of energy that constantly flowed in and out of her carefully conditioned core, her inexperience showed as her physical pupils inexplicably dilated in tandem, a symptom of the amateur’s tendency to over-analogize between the physical and the magical. She fluttered her eyelids, and for once looked at Meli, a woman twice her size vertically and five or six times horizontally, clothed in a pure, ultrathin opaque white sheet that settled into every crevice of her body, into every tubercle on her massive areolas, the tips just barely failing to clear the edge of her big, soft belly. Past her belly, the fabric jutted out dramatically over her uncut, what-looked-like-semi-hard-though-it-was-flaccid cock, which carried the stink of what seemed like weeks of repeatedly dried and rehydrated cum, piss, and anal and vaginal mucus, crusted into bits that were visible through the almost massless fabric.
Adrienne stared. Her preteen cunt shifted in a way she hadn’t ever felt before: warm, soft, it felt so good to think about her face buried in -
And so she sealed her fate. Over the millennia, Meli had become an unrivaled student of human nature along with every other field. If she had not concluded from her two-or-three-second-long analysis that Adrienne was a natural-born masochistic pig whore at heart, she would have simply avulsed her down to the edge of immortality, forced her to abandon all her titles, have her tried, and exiled her to one of her reformatory schools.[34]
But she did conclude that Adrienne was a masochistic pig whore who would, with no effort on Meli’s part, immediately submit to the stench and sight of her disgusting cock, much like her sister had done over one of the sense-videos she littered around kids’ websites on the eternal. Meli felt the slight increase in Adrienne’s vaginal moisture in her bones before she even smelled it.
Ten seconds had passed. Then fifteen.
Adrienne said, “What?”, having forgotten that Meli didn’t say anything.
“Dumb lying cunt,” Meli sighed, an insult Adrienne would normally try to avulse someone for. But it didn’t even register as an insult, because she said it as a statement of fact; she didn’t need to assure fuckmeat that they were being treated fairly, as she normally did with her utterly unbiased trials by jury, or truth-decree, or stipulation, or whatever tradition their people had.
“I’m sorry,” Adrienne said, suddenly very scared. She was cocky, but intelligent enough to know that she had been caught red-handed. More importantly, it wasn’t the Doves that caught her. Nor her mother, the Grand Councilor of the Clementine Pavillion; although Councilor Assaliea had installed her in her position with the usual oaths, she was a good-natured, simple woman who would believe anything she said about expedience when she came back around in a year or two.
No, she had been caught by Goddess Meli herself.
She believed in Meli the way most children do: a beautiful, holy presence of absolute and total power, in the abstract. She knew of Meli the way a large minority of very dumb, insignificant, or impetuous politicians do: a faraway thing, too far away to ever bother with some petty thing here and there. Adrienne thought that any judgment would come centuries or millennia hence, for Meli spent most of her time conquering other worlds.
“You fucked up when you took the essence. If you just rearranged the pieces, you could’ve kept things going for a while. At worst you’d probably just get hit with a structuring notice and have to break it up a bit. That is, if I’d ever believe you weren’t coming after me, because I wouldn’t, because your little sister Suckysuck is swallowing farts as we speak. She cleaned out my asshole three days ago. You know that I know you want to get her out. Why did you think you would get away with it?” she asked, looking directly at her.
Adrienne’s lip trembled. She felt like she was being lectured by her stepmother[35], but instead of an older woman whose wise words she sometimes took and sometimes didn't, it was an amazingly musky, beautiful woman who was staring at her with unrestrained irritation and hunger, who saw her as a quick, fun little rape, whose fat, juicy cock that she’d read about in the textbooks, whose cock she wanted to suck, she wanted to suck mommy Goddess’s cock and lick her piss slit clean and let her rape her fresh, virgin cunny. Her Skene’s gland felt like it was swelling inside of her as she continued to look between Meli’s eyes, her half-wrapped cockhead, the lump of cockcheese on top, her thick lips – why was she thinking this right now? Was Meli doing something to her?[36]
Meli simply looked directly at her in a way she wasn’t before and she almost pissed herself. “Well, you retarded cunt?”
“I th-thought I had a few years – I thought you wouldn’t think anything of it because you knew so many people, I thought I could last long enough to make a deal with R–” she said, and Meli bent down to look her level in the eye. Adrienne flinched away before looking back, stifling a scream. “I’m s-s-sorrryyy—”
“You were going to try to make a deal with Reccetamille – the democrat?” Meli roared, her scalding-hot spittle splattering against Adrienne’s reaction field. “You stupid fucking hole, the moment he had your treaties Reccetamille would have avulsed you to mortality for your ‘crimes against the rule of law’. Nevermind the industrialists. They would have ripped you to shreds! I can already sense private sovereignty building behind that bulkhead, ready to flush you out.”
Adrienne stood still, completely at a loss. Meli, of course, was right. She didn’t even remember the man’s name. She hadn’t planned any of this out. She was a little girl, after all, trying to play at grown-up stuff. She could in fact ‘see’ halos beginning to light up around the station, converging and merging on a point; she could only assume the ousted deputies were rousing up resources to take her down as she spoke. With the raw power of the state, she could easily swat them down, avulsing them one by one, but she had not yet obtained sufficient mastery over her powers to do so without the risk of severe physical injury. She hadn't even learned how to channel sovereign energy into healing herself. “I’m in a lot of trouble, aren’t I?” At this point, tears were welling up in Adrienne’s eyes, and her legs shook. Meli was aware that it was a little unfair to subject an 11-year-old in far over her head to the most exacting scrutiny, but she didn’t care because she wanted to make her understand how retarded and worthless she was so it would feel even better to take her entire future from her and reduce her life to being used for sexual pleasure with her nominal consent.
Meli let Adrienne sit with the silence, her pussy slowly oozing with fear as Meli’s cock clearly swelled up a little before her eyes. “W-what can I do? To make it better? Please, Goddess?” she asked, hopeful, wide-eyed, afraid.
Meli didn’t even smirk; she just looked her straight in the eyes, the most seriously anyone had ever looked at her in her life. “Spread. I own you, cunt. Yes?”
“Yes,” Adrienne said, sealing the deal by Treaty. Knowing what this meant, she felt a deep contraction inside her. Obeying her Mommy’s first order, she put her legs wide and arms out, trembling, as an ooze of her cunnyslop spurted into her white ultraskim panties. They immediately dissolved by operation of the law that her body now domesticated as her overcoat’s buttons undid itself and her petticoat split, falling to the ground around her. Without missing a beat, Meli grabbed Adrienne’s viciously swollen clit between her thumb and index finger, making her squirt a little once more.
“This will mark this as my rape hole,” Meli explained, then, keeping her clit grip, shoved the remaining three of her fingers directly into Adrienne’s virgin hole. Adrienne gasped, shuddering at the pleasure of the sudden intrusion; tears flowed freely as she stared into Meli’s endlessly compassionate, loving eyes. She had never felt so loved in her entire life, not by any living thing, nor as valued. She had never felt so safe or so assured that she would never, ever die, suffer an injury, or experience a day of displeasure in her life ever again. “You know the bargain in your heart. I will never do anything your cunt doesn’t want. I will treat you like a cunt to use. You’ve always known that that’s what you are.”
“Yes, mommy Goddess.” She spread her legs further with her knees bent, pussy forwards, eyes drifting down to Mommy Goddess’s thick cock. The shimmersilk dissolved, revealing a thick, chunky, jawbreaking girl fuckpole for her to begin to clean. All Mommy had to do was ask–
WHAM. With her left arm, Meli punched her barely raped cunt directly in the womb, sending another spurt of cunnyjuice across the floor. “Clean my cock, cunt. I shouldn’t have to fucking ask. You’re gonna be running around like a piranha nipping smeg chunks off my cock when I’m done with this campaign.”[37] Adrienne could barely form a word or sentence. Cunny dripping, she grabbed mindlessly for mommy Goddess’s cock.
“Ahm sohhry,” Adrienne begged, her mouth incapable of getting wide enough to let Mommy in, already at its maximum as she tried to lick all around Goddess’s thick glans.
“What are you?” Mommy asked, looking down at her.
Adrienne looked confused. Mumbling, she tried to describe her titles and accomplishments, things like ‘regina’, ‘judge’, ‘Princess’. Goddess punched her square across the side of the head – WHAM – ringing her dumb babycunt bell and making her ears ring and head go slightly numb and spinny. Her head tilted to the side, and her hand went up a little to where she had been punched, in shock.
It didn’t last long. After just a second, Adrienne’s mouth immediately jumped back, as if possessed to latch on to milk her cock for pre. Meli grunted with satisfaction. “You’re a retarded cunt for girlcock, huh?” she said, and Adrienne had no idea that that was the last moment she could use the name her mother gave her. “That’s what I’m naming you, Retarded Cunt. Say it.”
“Rehhtahded Cuhhhhhhhh!!!”, Retarded Cunt practically grinned as she suckled on Meli’s piss slit. “Imma eeghahedGLKcuuhhh!!” Goddess had slammed her cock past her twitching, fruitlessly constricting jaw and three inches down her esophagus, her tight foreskin keeping most of the cheese in while scraping just a tiny bit off of the crown.
“Your dumb revenge plan made me divert twenty fucking minutes. Fuck you. Selfish bitch.” Meli grabbed the babycunt by her hair, which had shaped itself into a convenient ponytail. “You’re not worth wasting my cheese on. I’m going to rape you now.”
There was no world in which Meli’s cock could reasonably fit in Retarded Cunt’s hole. After all, her fortified hymen had barely survived just three of mommy Goddess’s fingers; her fortifications, now that she no longer had the power to fix them herself, wouldn’t save her if she was broken. She prayed to Meli as she looked her in the eye, putting her hands together and staring at her with vivid and total love and surrender. Meli looked back with the love of a violent child rapist as she held Retarded Cunt up by the waist, positioned her cunny at the tip of her cock, and pushed.
Retarded Cunt screamed gutturally and began to gag and shudder as if she were having a seizure, her retarded pussy squirting as her body orgasmed once again without her consent. Her hymen had simply stretched by sovereign act, along with the rest of her cunt; but Meli took care of her cervix the old-fashioned style, by simply smashing it open while rapidly regenerating the micro-tears it was creating. Cunt could barely comprehend what was being done to her underage body, as Meli’s unrepentant rapestick did what hours of labor couldn’t in seconds by sheer cruelty; the crown of her cockhead worked into her womb with a POP, and as she pulled back out the airtight seal some of her cheese off, her old (though still living) sperm chunks coming off in Cunt’s preteen, virgin cervix; they would probably live long enough for her next ovulation, which would be in two weeks.
More than just lust, Meli jacked her thick, stinky, veiny cock with the former brat’s rape hole out of a sense of duty: she could not let a dumb fuck masochistic brat with such a beautiful little hairless cunny go unraped – it just wasn’t right. She pulled halfway out, dragging and prolapsing her pussy a little along the way. Retarded Cunt squirmed from the interruption in her latest orgasm, wanting more immediately, and Meli took one of her hands off her waist to slap her across the face; the pleasure and shock made her send a jet of piss over her thighs, the floor, and Meli’s cock.
Cunt barely looked conscious, her eyes rolled up in her head, legs and feet completely limp and twitchy as Meli held her by one hand. Meli’s shimmersilk flowed off her skin and bound the girl’s arms and legs, bundling her up and spinning her so she was upside down, preteen pussy facing up towards Meli’s cock.
“Hold the base of my cock so my skin goes all the way back when I use you,” she instructed, standing over her with her cock jutting out over her puffy, red, slightly gaping pussy and sweet pink virgin anus, and the girl’s little hands grasped for it and held on for dear life as Meli grabbed onto the sides of the mechanism, then thrust her cock all the way balls deep into her sweet little rapehole. Her cock, foreskin pulled all the way down by Cunt’s death grip, slammed her womb directly into her stomach, making her fart violently (a wet BRAAAAAAbffffffBBRRRRRT) and spurt another glob of cunnyslop up, this time across Meli’s trimmed crotch.
This splash of cunny juice proved to be too much for Meli, who finally began to cum. With a deep, growling “hnghhh” from her throat and a “pbbhhhhht” from her meatus, her cock violently squirted a nearly solid cumplug directly into her womb (that wouldn’t have fit if her cock wasn’t already in it), along with a regular deposit of mascarpone-thick spooge to back it up. This spurt alone filled her fallopian tubes to the brim, drowning her freshly mature ovaries in seed. Meli kept her cock balls-deep in Cunt as more spurts followed immediately after, engorging her belly one by one; the pressure broke her cumplug apart, leaving pieces to be pushed by future blasts right into her womb. Meli topped out six full loads later, leaving almost a gallon of jizz contained entirely inside of Cunt’s hilariously bloated womb. Light blue veins showed on the outside of her now obscenely stretched belly.
Meli, grunting with satisfaction, slowly pulled her thick rapestick out of Cunt’s distended hole, her crown tugging Cunt’s cervix all the way past her vulva. It finally popped free as Meli tugged on it with her hand, but her sperm was so thick and she healed so fast that only a tiny little clump of it congealed at the very rim of her cervix, which quickly retracted back into her.
Chuckling, Meli casually hammer-slammed her fist down on the child cunt’s swollen womb. With a shphhgGGrrrrrt, her pussy splurted a massive part of Meli’s load like a stream of whipped cream, landing in a soft log that splattered across her, leaving a slightly conical trail from her gaping cunt down across her open mouth, eyes and forehead. At the same time, a massive gush of her light yellow girl piss began to flow as Cunt lost control of her pelvic floor muscles. Her mouth, gaping dumbly, was first slapped silly with Meli’s heavy, chewable seed and then quickly filled with her uncontrollable stream of piss. Her cheeks were bright red from the humiliation of a rape that she knew was being carefully recorded and stored, smells, sensations, and everything, for eternal rebroadcast and use.[38]
Unluckily for Retarded Cunt, it was this taboo that ensured that the truth was something beyond her wildest fears. “Look up,” she said. Cunt instinctually took a gulp of the last part of her piss stream, then blinked her eyes a few times to clear her eyes of the semen to see holographic videos of the crowds of the Ariselline Palace courtyard, Revolution Square in Arisella, the Central Palacine Garden, Turpentine Square in Pletains, and the square of the Pavillion itself. These videos showed her to, in total, almost five hundred thousand people, her people, all staring up at massive video-screes showing the same thing: her pissing absentmindedly into her own mouth, so fucked out that she didn’t even notice. As she looked around, the videos stretched to fill her entire field of view so that she saw nothing but the population of the worlds she was just now sovereign over see her previously virgin hole visibly tugging on thick, divine shemale pedo cock.
“BEHOLD!” Meli’s voice thundered, looking up with a feverish grin at all her people. “THE CUNT WHO WOULD BE YOUR SOVEREIGN!”
Meli leaned down close to the little girl, a smirk on her face, whose eyes were saucer-wide.
“Every screen. Every interface. Every fucking billboard.”
She passed out as Meli grabbed her now-semi-hard cock, pulled the skin back over the meatus, and began to wash her sperm off with a stream of even more steaming hot, dark yellow piss directly in her dumb dickdrunk bitch's face.
ARISELLINE PRINCIPATE, CENTRAL DIVISION
UNIFIED REGISTRY
CORRECTIONS TO BIRTH RECORD
To the Steward of Records for the Central Division of the Ariselline Principate, I, on behalf of the Custodian of Records, call to your attention certain corrections to a Record of Birth required by [insert here]: treaty obligation.
On Line 3:
This Record certifies that a vgirlhole, named Adrienne va Assaliea Retarded Cunt, was born on the 2nd day of the 3rd month of Year 5844 of the Melian Calendar and 367 of Arisel’s, a free woman rape hole, to be granted all the privileges, immunities and emoluments granted thereto kept as free-use fuckmeat for pedophile cock until the end of time.
The Custodian further requires [insert here]: That notice of this correction be published in the General Register and posted prominently in the public areas of all branch offices.
The biometric checksum of the Custodian of Records is attached.
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Retarded Cunt luxuriated lazily in the glow of a new sun, a gentle yellow that warmed and soothed her cum-coated skin without so much as making her sweat. She idly poked at her lightly gaped pussy, which leaked little stringy globs of watery cum. A distinct alkaline scent filled the wide open air, varying loads of varying consistencies staying moist and slick all along the pseudo-clover that lined her fuckspace. While her masochistic cunt brain was fully suited to her new position as communal cumdrain and urinal, the euphoria of constant use only lasted for, say, the first one-hundred-and-eighty-six-thousand cumloads; those alone had washed out any thought or memory of politics or sovereignty, replacing it with the best possible methods to obtain semen from every conceivable kind of cock.
It had been a long time since she’d seen Arisel’s Sun. Though Meli's own public use of her child cunt was “reasonable, marginal, proportionate, in aid of execution of a treaty with a Prince or Princess of another realm”, among other excuses, letting her own people fuck her required a special portal linking Revolution Square, the largest public gathering place in Arisella, to its corresponding point on the pleasure planet of Ma`aru!n.[39]
But after that little rush of curious Arisellines, as well as tourists from around the Compendium, her use had died down from constant, to regular, to now merely twenty or thirty people a day. They were mostly pedophiles who couldn’t afford to travel all the way to one of the Compendium’s many legal sources of child pussy, but could certainly afford the cheap transit fee to Revolution Square, from whence where the free portal would take them to Ma`aru!n, where the air naturally hydrated, moisturised, and invigorated them. This was a truly luxurious experience, one that an average pedophile would normally have to spend half their life savings to obtain for an hour, much less as long as they wanted.
She had been around long enough that she had regulars, now, who would profess her love to her, make proposals, and various other pointless symbols of mortal love, but unfortunately for them they didn’t have divine shemale cocks or anywhere close to the level of brutality her masochistic cunt desired. And, more importantly, she could never betray her Mommy, to which she had pledged her soul, her body, her essence, and all the rest, for eternity.
Ditto but with greater force to the many that would show up to try and convince her to quit her Mommy's service. The worst was her parents ‘helpfully’ asking her to come home, please, that if she was too ashamed to face the Arisellines that Meli would give her a province or maybe even a realm somewhere “if only you’d come to your senses, Adrienne, please”, to which she could only look at them with her big, happy, loving eyes and tell them that her name was Retarded Cunt, and that she was a traitorous whore who was unspeakably lucky, by a factor of one in many trillions, to lick Meli’s seed off the floor, much less govern billions of her people. It had been a few years since she’d last seen them.
Her errant hand lightly moved from her cunt to her anus, which she, frustrated, rubbed very lightly. She wasn’t allowed to use her ass, Mommy Goddess had explained, because Mommy hadn’t had the time to use it yet. On the other hand, Ma`aru!n was a convenient pit stop on the way to the Great Wilderness when she needed a piss or a shit, Mommy explained, when she first visited her and pissed down her throat the first time. “And I know you dumb cunts can’t live without a bit of Mama,” she continued, wicking drops of piss off her cockslit with the girl’s nostril. Then she laughed, kicked her in her piss-swollen belly to make her burp some up over her belly, and left. This happened about six or seven times over the last few years. She cherished every visit, every drop of piss like it was ambrosia, and never dared ask for more.
As she reminisced, the portal’s characteristic flash was preempted by the characteristic blinding light of Meli’s shimmersilk cloak; her halo washed over Cunt and filled her with the usual warmth.
But something was different this time. A lesser presence, a gentle and soft shadow in her radiance – a nine-year-old girl, ass-naked that looked a lot like Cunt, grinning, walking slowly at first before Meli bapped her on the back and then she ran, oversized tongue flapping and salivating as she did, arms out. Cunt did the same, running faster than she ever had in her life, and the two girls collided in glee, the goopy fluids across their underdeveloped, naked bodies frothing up as they hugged each other tight.
“Sis!” they both yelled, one with a lisp, and then, embracing, Suckysuck and Retarded Cunt kissed each other on the cheek, giggling, squeezing, tickling, and playing with each other. There they lived out a fantasy of an innocent childhood, years younger in their minds than even their bodies were, for what would be, by our standards, a very long time.
Meli only caught a minute of it, but she smiled as she walked back into the space between worlds. She would enjoy breaking them again when she returned once more.
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FOOTNOTES
[1] The Parliament has three different ‘classes’ of deputies who sit in three semi-circular ‘chambers’ facing one another. Seven hundred and fifty inferior deputies propose legislation, seven hundred and fifty superior deputies propose amendments, and two hundred adjudicatory deputies make a decision on the procedural regularity of the bill (for example, whether the superior chamber’s amendments have transformed the bill’s character) and write a recommendation on its constitutionality to the Final Justice, except in cases of impeachment or where the chamber votes with a three-fourths majority to amend the Constitution or to delegate essence (as a matter of state security, in theory, but a purely political decision). The inferior deputies are selected by lot from hundreds of millions of candidates selected by lots of one hundred people. They serve one-year terms, then serve a year in the superior chamber. Adjudicatory deputies are chosen by a majority vote of the Final Court and serve for terms of three years.
[2] Shimmersilk is a molecule-thick membrane designed to absorb and focus sovereign essence into a physical barrier impenetrable to space.
[3] The Executive Council consists of five members: the Lead Procurator, the Principal Commissioner of Public Accounts, and one representative for each chamber of the Parliament.
[4] The Principal Commissioner of Public Accounts was managing a complex account review on the Telisavl Tract, an isolated region of Arisella rich in minerals rare in the nearby realm of Consencia. It in fact took him three minutes to find out, one minute to politely disengage without causing a fuss, three to obtain authorizations from the other members of the Executive Council, two to shield himself from the elements before accelerating himself at relativistic speeds, and right as he landed in the Prince’s Bay it was too late.
The Lead Procurator, second closest, was conducting an appeal before the Final Justice on Arisella. The case was one of about thirty about the theoretical duty of the superior chamber to improve, rather than stop, legislation, which it didn’t always care to. The three parliamentary representatives were in the chamber and had no clue until Adrienne marched through the door.
[5] Because Sovereignty can radiate from people and affect others without diminishing in the process (unless actively harvested), people who accumulate massive amounts of sovereign essence develop ‘sovereignty halos’. These normally do little more than make people subconsciously respect their bearer, but large amounts incur the respect accorded an appropriately large amount of people.
[6] Adrienne tortured the adjudicatory chamber into submission by subjecting them to a magical trick not yet known to the rest of the Arisellines, one she'd picked up from a school friend who had done a Directory internship: massive nerve irritation, perhaps equivalent to a tickle.
[7] Technically, they delegated all of their power and prorogued themselves.
[8] Essence may either be given free and clear or one may, by sovereign treaty, assign essence in some amount, for some purpose, or any other condition the parties may have a mutual understanding of. A treaty may be withdrawn at any time, but there are many automatic ways to deter or at least punish such a withdrawal. Government officials are given some small amount of essence as a personal salary, but are usually assigned a set, conditional amount from a central treasury bound to a corporate entity, such as a legislature or chief executive. Essence may also be taken from an enemy whose willpower is sufficiently damaged to surrender it, known as “avulsion”; this can be accomplished through physical torture, but even a powerful halo can induce weak-minded people to surrender their essence.
[9] Sovereignty, the ‘byproduct of conscious life’, is ‘magic’. Its practitioners are called “Princes” and “Princesses”, and its greatest ones are Sovereigns, Autocrats, or other such titles. Its spells are known as ‘orders’, ‘writs’, ‘decrees’, ‘patents’, ‘treaties’, and so on, depending on their function and complexity. It is the power to manipulate reality in complex ways through the accumulation and controlled release of essence. Everyone has the capacity to do this in theory, and in fact each person generates small amounts constantly, varying with different types of mental and physical activity. But the amount of energy (formally known as sovereign essence) necessary to produce lasting physical change is impossible for most to accumulate individually. Even if someone did gather that much energy, it would be extremely difficult to learn to spend it; and because it produces itself, one could destroy their future in wasting tremendous amounts to learn it. The exchange of this energy is the basis for the Compendium’s economy. It takes about as much essence production as can be gotten from about five million people to maintain true immortality, though most princes take much less than a hundred percent of their subjects’ essence on account of the competition.
[10] The trans-universal barrier can only be crossed by an exercise of Sovereignty. On the other hand, only universes with very similar laws of physics are accessible through the practice of Sovereignty. These universes are individually called realms. All connected realms together make the Compendium, and all universes make the Universe. Thus, trans-universal transit, or “worldwalking”, cannot be used to speed travel other than by surmounting obstacles. More significantly, though Sovereignty can move an object to arbitrary sublight speeds, neither Sovereignty nor scientific advances have allowed a way around the laws of causality. Each coordinate in each realm correlates to another specific coordinate in every other realm, and the Worldwalk Decree brings its target to the same point on the closest gravitational body.
[11] Thousands of petty princes and princesses aspire to the status of “melicyne”, a title defined at its weakest as physical immortality; it is derived from one of her earliest names, “Melissanne”.
[12] Common words for ‘Emperor’ include ‘Melienne’, ‘Melier’, and ‘Malesqua’, among hundreds of thousands of others. It is considered gauche to have a Melian name for anything less than five full multi-planetary realms, so there are only a couple hundred or so Princes with Melian titles.
[13] In the grand scheme of things, however, this was nothing close to the Universe as a whole, which contained more readily accessible, inhabited air within minutes of the ‘centermost’ universe’s main portal than the volume of vacuum in each observable universe. A concentration of sovereign essence was the easiest way to find new universes, and so the most populated realms, holding dozens of billions each, were the first that the Sovereigns discovered and conquered, setting the battle lines for a mostly indirect conflict that had lasted five thousand years in its current iteration.
[14] All senses produce sovereign essence in response to experiences; great Princes can weave those patterns of essence close to them, retaining their form in a way that can be impressed onto conventional media. These writs are called ‘eidetics’.
[15] The Eternal Net, colloquially ‘the eternal’, is the modern successor to the Internet. It spans all of Meli’s domain at the speed of light, and access to it is one of Meli’s guarantees.
[16] 12 inches long, 7 inches in circumference. Bright pink head, shaft with veins thicker than a little girl’s lips, Meli’s cock constantly produces a thick layer of sebum and mucus to which cum, piss, and various other things instantly stick. They ferment there, creating a constant culture of highly diverse, essence-laden cheeses.
[17] “Mommy.”
[18] Every time Meli decides to rape a deeply willing child, she relitigates the entire debate in her enormous mind for decades’ worth of a normal man’s thinking time, her unified voices speaking with the wisdom of many thousands of years. The moment she notices she’s having these debates, she pulls them into the vastness of her consciousness, fully comprehending them all in an instant; this helps make her cock harder, which helps it make its decision, which is to rape the child until she spurts cum into whatever orifice makes her cum the hardest. She defers to her cock’s assessment that the feeling of willing child cunt around her grown adult cock and anything similar to it is the highest moral good, adopts its decision, and executes it. Pretty much all of her moral decisions involving cute child cunny follow this pattern.
[19] Marissa Equiponte, née Mar, formally an unnamed orphan child of two victims of a since-vanquished tyrant Prince. Physically a 6 year old redhead, she beat all odds to succeed at the Serelli Fuckmeat Processing Center. When she was given the choice of retirement to a province of her own or be abused by Mommy Goddess forever, she made the right choice. Meli gave her the name that she would have been statistically likely to be given based off of her genetic composition and her recollections of her parents. Extremely physically masochistic; Meli only fucks her when she’s in a really bad mood.
[20] Cunny-derived fluids can often be sold, particularly by a seller as reputable as Meli; a good percentage of the fluids are used on the girls, however.
[21] Many have beautiful tapestries tattooed on their bodies designed to accentuate their bodies and express themselves. A great example was a physically twelve year old ginger-haired girl currently pissing herself. Named Spelaia Aloutraine at birth, she was raised from birth in the practice of Sovereignty to fight off the ‘extradimensional invaders’ that her people had detected on the edges of their noosphere. Those people empowered her with treaties giving her the essence of twenty-six billion people. Her defeat and avulsion at the tip of Meli’s cock, babbling gratefully as she signed her people’s essence away, added almost 0.0003% to Meli’s net worth. Notably, Spelaia could have simply released her people from their treaties, or killed herself. Instead, she chose to be allowed to cum a fifth time, after the first four involuntary anal kiddiegasms failed to break her. Spinchter impaled, neglected cunt leaking, she was given a choice: return to her people in shame, govern a backwater province on the other side of the Compendium, or submit to immortality with the woman the sight of whose cockstink was making her dizzy. This beautiful scene was represented in a triptych that covered her waist, like a corset, each with her in the middle:
- On the left, her pretty little body being filled with all the power of her people, her between three planets. The planets are dark, covered in some kind of shroud, and have little 💢 s on them.
- In the middle, her cunt being punched violently by a mighty fist, filling it to the wrist. She is flying up towards a distant star.
- On the right, her on her elbows and knees, cunt to the viewer, looking up at an unnaturally high angle, showing off her adoring face. A massive uncut cock above her is ejaculating (or pissing - it’s yellow enough that it’s hard to tell) directly into her o-ringed mouth.
Spelaia, who had extensive education in the classical art of her people, came up with it herself. She was very proud of it! She was particularly proud at how she managed to analogize the three stages of her life with her three choices, which underscored the inevitability of what had happened to her - that it had all happened to her, that there was nothing at all she could have done, that her entire life and all her people's hopes were always leading her and them up to the third option and that they would have saved so much embarrassment and not have had to beg Meli, their ambassador looking pointedly away from the girl anally impaled and kneeling before her throne, for their essence back. She felt the shame she had for her worthlessness leave her with every single prick of ink in her flawless skin. Once it had been done, Meli sent her immortal form into a beautiful palace on the paradise realm of Terela, to which she linked a portal on the most populated world of Spelaia’s realm (for child fucking was illegal in her realm). There, three hundred and sixty-seven thousand, five hundred and thirty pedophiles each took a turn using her perfect immortal holes. Well, almost perfect. Meli had ensured the complete freshness of only two of her holes. When Meli returned years later to find that her anal ring no longer ever touched itself, she gave her her real name, one that she agreed suited her so much better: Sperm Latrine.
[22] For example, many have their preferred rape methods tattooed near the relevant orifices: a dog knot, an electric baton, or a fist. Other forms of abuse are also common: fists or target marks on bellies, hands and ligatures around their necks, or toilet symbols around the mouth. Of course, no one is bound to respect any of their marks. Other tattoos on display included the ages they were first raped by Meli, fluorescent tattoos that outlined their holes, nipples, and other things; some of the more well-used girls have self-updating orgasm and cumshot counters.
[23] Vaginal mucus.
[25] Claire Fagcunt, née Rosbern Alltraile, formerly the Great Eastern Prince of Colospine. Physically a fourteen year old ‘boy’ (though now with fat, milk-dripping sissytits that point off to her sides), she was one of Meli’s earliest girls. She is usually kept in a flat chastity cage at all times, though Meli sometimes lets her little peepee out for sloppy seconds when she’s been especially good.
[26] The age of consent in the Pavillion’s territory is 21, and child pornography is treated as a crime on par with torture, an unusually strict policy given the Treaties. But besides a general prohibition on arbitrary discrimination against interuniversal communications, the Melian laws bar realm authorities from interfering with access to the public records of interuniversal governments. The sense-videos that ‘victims’ send to the Missing Individuals Program are public records. It was therefore perfectly legal for Adrienne to possess these terabytes of brutal child pornography. The Pavillion had gotten around this by criminalizing masturbation to or prurient use of public records, which was almost impossible to enforce. And to enforce it would be to invite Melian attention, so it was not, in practice. Increased enforcement was one of many reforms Adrienne had planned, one bound to win her support with the public.
[27] The difference between a world that resists Meli’s direct might and a world that doesn’t is usually only really twenty to thirty minutes. Interplanetary civilizations can take anywhere from hours to days. The few interstellar civilizations could take years, in theory.
[28] Meli’s general taxation scheme is 0.5% of all essence generation past a certain amount. The people of each world execute sovereign treaties with their governments, who then pass this through to Meli’s network of relays. The treaties technically allow for an authorization of up to 95% of the total essence of all her people. She has never had to tap into any of this power since she began aura farming children with great potential through violent rape and humiliation. Her refusal to do this helps her build far more: a good part of her income comes from taxing the numerous cities built up around her Fuckmeat Processing Centers, filled with millions of failed aspirants who had built up lives, businesses, and communities around the constant influx of fresh meat. Gathering such devotion by mere indifference and the provision of food and the prospect of her occasional proximity, from people who could otherwise be living truly exceptional lives, makes her as much essence as it makes her dick hard. This is such an important tool for her that she spreads the word about her wonderful stocks of child pussy by broadcasting pulses of it from each of her Centers. Every few centuries, some particularly essence-sensitive savages in uncontacted realms pick up on the responsive broadcasts and subconsciously request more, unwittingly sending their location directly to Meli.
[29] Perelaim, who had a habit of turning billions of people into helpless sacks of flesh that would be placed into massive, sophisticated torture machines to obtain their essence, would be used to replace the final fluid separator in the central cunnysewerage processing station. Sera-Folhe, who couldn’t seem to settle on the way he wanted his people’s legs going, was temporarily nursing his wounds in suicide-rigged fortress worlds that Meli figured she could go work on puzzling out next time.
[30] In addition to the fuckmeat she keeps in stock, Meli on campaign enjoys offering worthless baubles and trinkets to the most powerful, prestigious, beautiful, spoiled-rotten brats that she can find in exchange for the most brutal and humiliating treatment. Just three days ago, she spotted a particularly feared provincial duchess in Erdwan’s domain, and offered her a portable zero-point energy generator in exchange for letting her fuck her girl on top of her “until she was satisfied”. (Erdwan being a notorious collector of peoples, he had not let technology flow between his realms.) For her part, the girl agreed gladly; over the next five hours, Meli had made the child squirt so much of her cum out of her asshole and pussy that the duchess’ nose was submerged in it, the thick sludge collecting and thickening even more until she was breathing through holes in the cum that she had blown out, mixed across the bed with her snot and spit and tears of indignity. Meli made sure to arrange for a blockade runner to come by and drop a few million of them off after; she looked forward to seeing their reactions on the sense-recorders she had hidden away as she walked away from their cum-squirting, heaving forms. She never learned their names, and the records containing them would probably wither away before she came back, but those girls would live on forever in Meli’s core, her soft young flesh grunting as she struggled to shit logs of her cum out over her mother’s face. The words “Mommy! It’s so deep inside me, it’s too much, I’m too little, hhhhUOGGghhhhhMOMMMYYYYYY” ran through her head for the first time of many as she idly felt about the barrier between worlds.
[31] Meli’s millennia of scrupulous control over her halo has lead even her subconsciously relaxed state to go down to merely ‘unbearably beautiful’ for the average person. When she consciously relaxes, she exudes enough power to make such an impression upon almost any normal person that it is immediately clear to them that they are less than a grain of sand before her.
[33] The most basic social interaction between princes is submission: the weaker lets their defenses dip just the slightest bit, positioned to enfilade and exploit any deeper intrusion if the other chooses to exploit that submission. Failure to submit is generally a challenge, but Adrienne just hasn’t been taught this etiquette yet.
[34] If no blood has been shed, Meli tends to deal with threats far too leniently to discourage further contenders from arising. This effectively ensures a constant hum of low-level contests of Sovereignty that Meli can tax the expenditures on and that keeps things moving socially, economically, and politically. This both personally enriches her and ensures that the many petty powers of her domain can never turn their energies against her all at once. This wouldn’t kill her, but it would take many centuries to put down, cut off a massive revenue source, and require much personal expenditure of energy that could otherwise be compounding endlessly. A delay could cause her to fall permanently behind the other great powers around her personal domain. This is one of the few checks on her power.
[35] A woman of no particular importance. She nominally served as a secretary to a provincial council and on the board of a nonprofit. She had full control of the children’s education, which she ensured was classical and wide-ranging.
[36] Meli isn’t exerting any sovereign influence on Adrienne. She just really, really needs stinky shemale cock.
[37] An educated reader may know that Meli refers to long-forgotten rumors about the Emperor Tiberius, from a place of ancient Gaia beyond known time. But this is in fact one of the many things her ‘jobless’ cunts do.
[38] Meli is letting Adrienne detect the eidetics running through her core. Though child rape is a horrific thing to do in Pavillion culture, Meli’s ability to showcase her rapes and still shake hands with secretly seething politicians, no matter the aisle, marked her as beyond them in a way they could not help but fear and respect. Cunt was smart enough to know that, in combination with her recent coup, everyone would be much more willing to jack to videos of her unforgiving voluntary rape at the hands of their Goddess, for the Goddess’s child rape videos were the one legally acceptable source of childfuck content throughout her domain.
[39] The exclamation mark is a ‘click’ in the Ma`aru!n language. The full name is pronounced “Mah-ah-nru(click)n”, the last part all as one syllable.