The throne room of the Amazon queen was a sight to behold. Towering pillars held up the high ceiling, and intricate carvings adorned the walls. But despite the grandeur of her surroundings, Queen Althea was feeling rather bored. She sat on her throne, her muscular arms resting on the armrests as she absentmindedly tapped her fingers on the wood.
Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the few subjects who were scattered about. But none of them seemed to be doing anything particularly interesting. That was, until she spotted a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye.
She turned her head and saw a figure trying to sneak out of the throne room unnoticed. Althea's interest was piqued. She stood up and called out, "Hey, you! Stop right there!"
The figure froze, their shoulders tensing as they were caught. Althea couldn't help but admire the way they moved, even in their attempt to escape. They were small and slender, with long hair that flowed down their back. And as they turned to face her, she saw that they were dressed in feminine clothing, with a soft, round face that was currently scrunched up in fear.
Althea grinned. This was going to be fun.
"What are you doing, trying to sneak out of my throne room?" she asked, striding towards the figure.
"I-I was just leaving, Your Majesty," the figure stammered, their eyes darting around as they tried to come up with an excuse.
But Althea wasn't fooled. She could see the mischief in their eyes, the excitement that came from breaking the rules. And she decided then and there that she was going to make use of this little rebel.
"I don't think so," she said, stopping in front of the figure. "I think I'm going to use you for something else."
The figure's eyes widened as they realized what Althea had in mind. "No, please, Your Majesty! I can't!"
But Althea was already lifting her skirt, revealing her bare ass. The figure's face turned bright red as they stuttered and protested, but Althea was not having it. She ordered them to sit on the floor in front of her throne.
The figure reluctantly obeyed, their eyes never leaving Althea's face as she lowered herself onto their lap. There was a loud cracking noise as her weight indented the soft, squishy flesh of the figure's face.
The figure struggled to breathe, their hands flailing as they tried to push Althea off. But she was too strong for them, and they quickly realized that their efforts were futile.
Althea leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the figure's face against her ass. She could feel their struggles weakening, their movements becoming slower and slower.
But just as she was starting to doze off, she realized that the figure was asphyxiating. She quickly got off of them, and the figure took deep, gasping breaths as they glared at Althea with a mix of anger and fear.
Althea laughed and playfully insulted the figure, calling them a "cute little cushion" and a "squishy face." The figure's face turned even redder, and they vowed to never let Althea use them as a cushion again.
But Althea just smiled and patted them on the head, already planning her next move. This little rebel was going to be a lot of fun.
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