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At the deepest depths of Chrysalis’s palace, where no magic can detect and no spell can work, where prisoners are taken to be never released: The princess of love squirms and whines into the tight latex that now encases her muzzle.
 
She squirms as the Queen displays to her the cruel device that will soon be sealed against her nether region and the suit she’s bound to.
 
She whines as the Queen describes all the ways it will methodically learn how to make her moan, squeal, and cry out in pleasure. How all that pleasure will feed into the hive itself.
 
The princess of love is doomed if no rescue can be attempted. Doomed to a state of endless pleasure for the needs of the hive.