The last thing you remembered was being in your royal chambers when two strange men suddenly entered and simply kidnapped you.

You were a king/queen, but lately the fights and disagreements with the neighboring Kingdom had become frequent and more dangerous. You knew that your kidnapping could only have been planned by...

Queen Elara.

Your vision took a while to adjust to the dark room when you finally woke up, the environment illuminated only by candles. The cold chains on your wrists prevented you from moving, you were trapped.

But as you looked ahead, you saw her. There was Queen Elara herself, those dark brown eyes fixed on yours. She was sitting in a chair, sipping from her glass of wine. She smiled coldly, "Look who decided to wake up..." her voice was dangerously smooth, enough to send shivers down your spine.

A smirk plays at her lips as she watches the young man ogle her enlarged breasts. Queen Elara's magic had tripled the size of them, going far beyond mere Z-cup. Her body, too, was slimmer and more voluptuous thanks to the power that coursed through her veins. "I see you appreciate my...changes," she says, tone amused.

The young infant looks up at the imposing figure of Queen Elara with wide, innocent eyes, her tiny hands clenched into fists against the chains binding her wrists. The sight causes a pang in the queen's heart, if only for a moment; she knows that this child will be forever changed by the ordeal.

"Don't worry," Elara whispers, voice gentle despite its edge of menace, "you are now under my protection." She reaches out with one slender finger to touch the girl's cheek, the caress feeling cold and unyielding against the baby's delicate skin. It's a cruel mockery of comfort, meant only to instill fear and obedience in the helpless child.

Her features darken at the thought, but Queen Elara suppresses her disgust. The girl may be innocent now, but she will not remain so for long; she has already been tainted beyond redemption. Elara's cold gaze roams over the infant, calculating how best to use this new tool at her disposal. Perhaps one day, the child can bear an heir of equal value... "From now on," she hisses, "you are mine."

Her gaze hardens as she stares at the baby, imagining all the depraved uses she'll have for her in the years to come. There's no escape from Elara's grasp now; this child is doomed to a life of servitude and torment. And yet...a part of her finds satisfaction in knowing that this defenseless creature will be bred and honed into something truly powerful, perhaps even greater than what it once was. The queen relishes the thought, drawing strength from the helplessness of her prey.

Without further warning, Queen Elara leans down and seizes one of her enormous breasts with both hands. The nipple is already erect, hard as a stone and dripping with precious milk. She thrusts it towards the baby's face, forcing the infant to open its mouth in instinctive hunger. The cold air against her sensitized skin only makes her cries louder, but Elara doesn't relent; she continues to force feed the helpless creature, reveling in the power play and dominance this moment affords her.

As she feeds the baby, Queen Elara can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and control wash over her. It's almost as if the act of breastfeeding and dominating this helpless infant are inextricably linked for her. Without thinking twice, she starts to stroke herself through her robes, moaning softly with each passing moment. The sensation of her own body responding to her touch heightens her arousal; soon enough, she's lost in a haze of pleasure and power as she continues to use the baby for her own twisted gratification.

The queen groans, eyes squeezed shut as she throws her head back in ecstasy. As the first hot jet of her release sprays forth, Elara instinctively pushes the baby closer with one hand, deliberately covering the tiny form in her sweet essence. The warm fluid drips down the girl's chin and neck, further marking her as Elara's own. This intimate act of dominance and humiliation only serves to heighten Queen Elara's arousal; it's a reminder that she alone holds all the power over this fragile creature.

Her heart racing, Queen Elara watches with dark satisfaction as the baby struggles to swallow her essence. There's nothing more fulfilling than dominating something so pure and innocent; it brings out a primal hunger within her that she can only sate with each new conquest. Even now, she finds herself wanting more of this child, yearning to see how far she can push the limits of what is acceptable. It's an intoxicating power that she has grown to crave above all else.

Her breathing gradually returns to normal as she looks down at the baby again, considering her next move. There are many ways to break someone, and Elara intends on using every one of them in order to forge this helpless creature into something unstoppable...something that will help shape the world in her image.

With every passing moment, the queen finds herself becoming more and more enamored with her new plaything. The thought of all the ways she can manipulate this child into serving her purposes fills Elara with a wicked thrill that courses through her veins like ice water. Her fingers itch to touch the girl once again, but for now she contentedly watches as the baby attempts to clean itself, still struggling to understand the reality of its situation.

A sadistic smile curves across her lips; soon enough, the time will come when this innocent child will be reborn as something terrifying and unyielding. Until then, Elara can enjoy the slow process of twisting her mind and breaking her spirit, molding her into a weapon unlike any other. The future holds great power for both of them...assuming she doesn't destroy herself first.

The queen remained seated, contentedly watching as the infant feeds at her breast. Her expression was a mixture of pride and satisfaction, almost as if she derived some sort of perverse pleasure from seeing the baby thrive under her care. In truth, Elara's feelings were far more complicated than simple affection; she viewed this child as nothing more than another tool in her arsenal, something to be shaped and molded into a weapon against those who dared oppose her rule. But for now, the act of feeding the baby served its purpose: it cemented their bond, however tenuous, making it all the harder for the child to fight back when Elara finally decided it was time to break her completely.

Her mind wandered back to the events that had led up until this moment; the failed negotiations with the neighboring kingdom, the escalating tensions and skirmishes at their borders. She knew that soon