Revenge Upon the World Pt. 07

A month had passed since her glorious shadow was cast over the planet. The once blue sky had been stained by inky black, forever blotting out the sun as the ground below was drowned in an infinite darkness. Despite this, nature continued to flourish as willed by the world's new ruler.

Flowers, trees and grass lived on unaffected by this lack of natural light, evolving and changing in an instant as they were pumped full of the goddess' darkness. Without sunlight, plant life was altered to use the shadow orbs that hovered in the air as energy, doubling as nutrients. Because of this, fauna remained relatively unaffected. The food chain remained stable as herbivores could still find their natural sources of food.

What had truly been affected by the dawn of this new era of shadow was humanity. No longer was everyone free to decide what kind of life they lived. Now, Goddess Lyra made that choice for you. Whether you wanted it or not, you would serve her.

At the genesis of her reign, Lyra still seemed unsure of the true extent of her powers. She had seen first-hand what she could do: manipulation of minds and even bodies, not to mention bringing the planet to its knees, but she still had no clue how far she could push it. As a result, for the first few days after her domination of the globe, she simply left the masses idly worshipping her.

Everywhere she walked, their would be dozens of men and women taking their place on the filthy ground as the footsteps of her royal feet approached. Her heart was beating a million miles per hour at the thought that everyone, everywhere was doing this. They were worshipping her. No one else. Just her.

She began experimenting, transforming slaves into whatever she saw fit. "Ahahaha~" she'd giggle as their bodies were consumed by her shadowy power, warping like playthings wrapped around her finger.

A hand on her hip, she'd watch on as one man transformed into a small puppy, a reflection of what his mind had become under her influence. It eagerly bound over to its mistress, to which she leaned down and petted its head. "Whose a good boy?" she asked in a demeaning tone, knowing the man she had enthralled was still in there.

The next person she experimented with was transformed into a fluffy, black pillow which she would keep on her throne. Already she knew his mouth was watering at the concept of being beneath her perfect ass for the rest of his existence. Occasionally she would even rest her feet upon it, allowing the pillow to hug around the curve of her sole as it sunk into the fabric.

After a few days of playing with her new toys, an idea suddenly crossed her mind. Sitting in her crystalline throne with her head leaning against her hand, she began talking to her pets.

"Wouldn't you all agree that a queen needs a palace?" she asked, already knowing what the answer would be. The crowd of at least a hundred people all nodded vigorously, to which her smirk widened. "Then give me one."

With an amused grin, she cast a swarm of her dark orbs upon a crowd which knelt before her, gazing with lust as they melted into a puddle of darkness. Soon they merged into a single mass, eventually moving and wrapping around the throne of the goddess. She simply leant back expectantly, flipping her pitch black hair over her shoulder as the shadowy mass completely encircled her. It began expanding, forming a long hallway in which pillars of pure dark energy rose from the ground. Lyra gasped with surprise as her throne began to raise upwards with the pillars, soon stopping about halfway to the ceiling of the structure. A staircase of the same dark energy manifested at the foot of her throne, connecting to the ground where there was now a carpet of the black mass.

"I see you slaves all understand my needs perfectly." she praised, arrogance overflowing in her words. Legs crossed at the thighs, her eyes wandered the structure as the shadowy mass began to deteriorate, revealing a beautiful palace constructed of black crystal much like her throne and crown. The entire building shone with a radiance unlike anything else that existed, her glorious throne sitting high above it all. From where she was sitting, her foot dangled freely above the staircase, allowing the slaves beneath her to gaze longingly at her divine foot as it teased them from above, a metaphor for her superiority to them.

From the outside, Goddess Lyra's palace stood as burning beacon of darkness, a testament to her utter domination of the globe. It dwarfed all buildings around it, its crystal walls sparkling in the abyssal glow of the pitch black sky. Slaves from all around the world flocked to their queen's new domain, the heart of her eternal empire.

"To think I once lived in some crappy apartment." she said to herself as she took in the magnificent structure that was now hers, "I was always worthy of this. Why didn't I see that sooner?" That didn't matter now. She had seen what she was worthy of and had taken it for herself. Lyra was worthy of everything, and so everything became hers.

Rising from her seat of opulence, Lyra's hips swayed as she gracefully descended the crystal staircase. Bewitched eyes watched on, entranced by the beautiful demoness they saw before them, a perfect being who had been born to rule. Each time her foot touched a new step, it would glow with dark energy as if reacting to her contact. Upon reaching the bottom, the queen of shadows began to wade her way through an ocean of thralls who each knelt in total devotion. Hands desperate to worship grasped at her unholy ankles, gently caressing the soft nylon of her leggings as she walked. Just knowing that they were so desperate to praise her body was enough to drive her crazy, but feeling their hands reaching out as if attempting to touch god was enough to make her moan.

Seeing a slave laying himself out like a stool, Lyra transformed him into a comfortable couch for her to rest on. Surrounded by her toys, she fell back in the soft seat and outstretched her legs, yawning. "I thought it'd be so much more difficult." she said to herself as she recovered from the yawn. Never did she believe her revenge would be achieved so easily, even after discovering her shadowy powers. Humanity was just that weak. Or rather, she was just that strong. She had to admit, the second explanation brought butterflies to her stomach. The idea that she was simply so powerful, so perfect that humanity couldn't help but kneel and accept servitude was tantalising.

As she rested in her comfortable couch, her gaze was drawn to her black and white sneakers. Beneath them were the objects that had granted her everything she had desired; her perfect feet were hidden away, waiting for when they would be worshipped once again. Curious, she outstretched her leg and raised her foot to take a look at her shoe, cocking her head to the side.

"Take my shoe off." she ordered, staring at them with disgust. Such basic footwear wasn't worthy of protecting her divine soles, they were worthy of something more regal. She wanted something much more fitting of her newfound status, something that was fit for a queen.

Her body sunk back into the cushioning of the couch as the hands of a slave wrapped around her shoe, freeing her sweaty foot from its confines. The slave gently lowered it to the ground as his queen's black-painted toes hung in the air, drawing infatuated eyes.

A lustful sigh left her lips as her hand rose upward, drowning the obedient servant in shadows. He accepted his fate like a good dog as every fibre of his being was rewritten in his goddess' image, transforming him into the shape of a high-heeled shoe. Lyra grinned arrogantly as the shoe hovered slowly over to the outstretched foot, fitting itself around it as she wiggled her toes. She could feel its dark material sliding against her smooth sole, tickling the curve of her foot as it slid into place.

The inky, black outline began to fade away, replaced by black crystal identical to the palace itself. Lyra gasped as she was taken in by its beauty, rotating her foot as she stared at its splendour. The shoe glistened in the darkness, contrasting her glowing, radiant skin. Ecstatic with the result, Lyra lowered her foot to the ground, listening with delight as her crystal heel clicked against the floor of her palace. It let out a faint chiming sound as the materials collided.

"It's perfect." she said with a laugh. Clicking her fingers, she repeated the process, sighing with relaxation as a second high-heeled shoe slid onto her other foot. Satisfied, her legs crossed, dangling one of her beautiful heels before the crowd as if baiting a fish. Their eyes darted between her royal feet and her crystal crown, mouths watering at the thought of serving such a superior queen,

A few weeks later, Goddess Lyra had perfected her reign.

Now she sat in her glorious throne, slaves between her legs and at her feet whilst the remainder offered their prayers to her. Her leggings and cropped hoodie were adorned with sparkling black gemstones. Rings and bracelets of shiny crystal jewellery outfitted her hands and arms, complimenting her black-painted finger nails as she shoved her slave's head between her thighs. In addition, she wore of a choker made of the same crystal, which had a long necklace hanging from it. All of this jewellery was once one of her devoted servants, transformed into objects by her irresistible will.

"I said... more." Lyra moaned as she learnt back against her throne, pushing her servant's head into her pussy. His tongue licked her clit, desperately lapping her moist folds in an effort to please her. Her gasps of delight indicated that he was serving her well, but perhaps it was simply the power that was giving her pleasure.

In her other hand, she held a chain on dark energy which connected to the slave at her feet. He knelt on the step at the foot of the throne, the chain around his neck binding him to her palm. Every time the pleasure of being worshipped caused her to jolt, it would pull on the chain and push his face into her high-heeled shoe. He'd lay kisses across the entirety of the crystal heel, his lips tenderly touching the glistening shards as he cleaned her shoes from top to bottom. The sound of her moaning, the sight of the crown-wearing girl sat in her throne high above him, not even sparing him a glance as her pussy was worshipped. It only served to motivate him further.

He layered a shower of kisses upon the toecap of her heel, her dangling foot bobbing ever so slightly. He soon moved to the exposed skin of her foot, gasping as his lips made contact. Lyra shivered as her other foot raised, pushing her heel against the slave's head without mercy.

"Worship me more..." she ordered breathlessly. His face was pushed down against the top of her foot, and so his lips smothered her. The pain of her heel digging into his skull was intense, but no pain would stop him from worshipping his goddess. His tongue licked the top of his foot, his tongue smothering her smooth, silky skin over and over. The tension on his chain tightened as Lyra wrapped it around her hand, ensuring he couldn't move from where he was.

"Yes, fuck~" Lyra moaned as her climax neared. Her juices poured from between her legs as the tongue inside her continued to work. Her back arched and her hips bucked forward, her evil desires leaking out like a fountain. Her crystal tiara glowed with unholy radiance she came to an explosive orgasm, the entire world watching on as her screams were heard worldwide. Her beautiful voice, her sexy moans all echoed in the minds of everyone, repeating forever.

"We kneel and serve our dark goddess." the people of the new world chanted as her screams of delight sounded across the atmosphere. Her legs trembled and her crystal shoes fell from her feet with a click, her lips parting as she struggled to take in breaths.

"Yes! You all serve me!" Lyra cried, her moaning transitioning to giggling as she pulled on the chain. His lips wrapped around her toes and he began to suck, "Mhmhmhm~"

With a smug grin, she gazed down at her pet at the end of its lead. The whole planet was wrapped in chains, helpless to resist the goddess who now sat upon it. Lyra knew now.

Her reign would never end. She was perfect. She was a goddess.