The princess' orders

There I sat, bald, terrified, and afflicted with whatever PDF thing she injected into me, and she wants to torture me MORE!?

"Bob, set the broadcast channel frequency to 66.03," Kyutee ordered.

"66.03!? B- But that's-"

"-The direct order channel. I'm issuing the most important proclamation of my life, so don't you dare mess this up," Kyutee snarled with a serious glare on her face.

A order? This seems important, but I only care about myself so if this doesn't-

Crackle!

"NGH!?"

"Cherry, we're about to start our game, and I want it to be VERY entertaining. So pay attention to everything I'm about to say and do. Thought I guess, it's hard to ignore me when I've got my foot on your mouth."

Actually, it's the opposite. Since she stepped on the frozen broccoli, the bottom of her sneaker is ice cold. It being pressed against my sealed mouth is actually numbing it. And I'm more focused on her damn taser than her face, so if she wants me to glare at it, that damn thing needs to go away!

"Eyes on my face!" she growled as she began smushing her foot around on my face.

"Mmmph ngh mmoh ngh mmph ngh [Then put away the damn taser]!" I shouted, even though there was no chance she'd understand me.

"Oh my, listen to you moan in protest! Still suffering from all the humiliation on your pride, mommy lamest?" Kyutee smirked, her sadism returning.

That jibe triggered another muffled outburst from me and a laugh from Kyutee. This was getting me nowhere but deeper into the pit of humiliation. With no choice, my eyes found their way towards Kyutee's face, though I made sure to keep that damn taser in my field of vision. I just got my head shaved bald, I don't want to get it skinned too!

Sure, I'm trapped and if that bitch decided to flay me up, all I'll be able to do is struggle and scream. I hate it. I HATE it! I hate being trapped with no freedom to escape!

So to humor the bitch, I shot her the nastiest death glare I could muster. Maybe my bloodlust will leak out like an aura and kill her on the spot. That'd be nice but this isn't some fantasy.

Once everything was apparently set up, the bitch began her speech.

"Attention all Leeanna. I, princess Kyutee Sexy-Ulalala-Banks of the royal Leeannan line am about to issue orders. This is directed at all forces under my authority. We are conquering Earth, and I will be it's supreme leader."

Oh, you didn't already conquer it!?

"I'm sure you're all hard at work fulfilling my previous order to begin thinning the human population via the VR headsets, made by LOCKOUTT!!, the company I myself founded when I first came to this planet 23 years ago to infiltrate it."

Ego, ego, can't help flaunting it, can ya? But how old even is she?

"While I've long since passed the age of 122 for succeeding the throne, you know I am low in the line of succession, which is why I am deciding to start my own little dynasty, or rather life-rule here on Earth."

Oh, so since you can't get the throne on your home planet, you come to mine to make it your bitch! And 122!? Her race half-elf? Half-vampire? Half-something that doesn't age!? She looks like she's 18, dammit! I'm 25 and people refer to me as "old lady", and not just the snarky delinquents doing it deliberately! Even some I meet in the courthouse, jurors, judges, officers, not the defense or witnesses, think I'm older, like 40 years old. How the hell do I look 40!? I have a pretty face, I'm only 25, I'm ONLY 25, I have- Ugh, HAD long beautiful crimson hair, I make men's hearts race, teenage boys try to hit on me, so why do my older colleagues think I'm a mid-40s woman, huh!? Even when I tell them I'm just 25, they brush it off as a joke and tell me to ease up on the makeup! Uh, I only use a THIN layer of makeup on this 25-year-old face! And-

Crackle!

"NGH!?"

"Oi, your mind wandering about something? Oh, could it be my remark about my age? Ah, must suck to be a human that wrinkles and prunes at 30. Leeanna don't wrinkle like that at all, even when we reach old age for our race. which is 666 by the way, with average life expectancy around 699. Must suck for a wrinkly bag like you," Kyutee laughed.

"MMPH NGH NGH NGH [I'M 25 YEARS OLD]!"

"Ah, sorry, sorry, you're all smooth n' wrinkle free, mommy lamest."

How many times have I said I wanna kill this bitch? I'm losing track, but add another one to the count.

"Ah, apologies, my followers, you see, I have a prisoner before me," Kyutee snickered as she flipped the mirror camera around to face me.

I was faced with my hairless reflection, cueing me in that that the camera was in one-way viewing mode, meaning I'm being streamed in this humiliated state to who knows how many of that bitch's followers.

"Bet many of ya would love to be in her position. Bald, humiliated, and beneath my sneaker. Well, even though she refuses to follow me, General Meairkertak, has one such spot reserved for her. Leash and collar too."

Guess that bitch has someone she hates... Hmm, General Meairkertak... could she be a potential ally? I'm not one for buddying up with these aliens, but if they're anything like humans, they'll make begrudging compromises with those they hate to take down someone they hate even more.

Wait, I'm getting WAY ahead of myself! I don't even know what the beef is between those two, nor what the hell is even going to happen to me!

"This here is Cherry Mirkwood, 25-year old milf of one, and freshly shaved bald. I'll post her complete humiliating makeover on my Lee-tube when I feel like it, so look forward to that. But anyway, back to the main topic at hand," Kyutee smirked as she spun the camera back towards her.

Well, at least she got my age right. Anger SLIGHTLY subsided.

"Now, pay close attention. Order number 1: You will ALL follow me, regardless of how you feel about my personal appearance and state which will be updated as soon as I finish this order. And two, all orders must be obeyed, if you can understand them. If you can't, I won't punish anyone. Three..."

At this point, she began rambling on about random stuff I couldn't make sense of. She went on and on, this time though not out of ego, but meticulousness. I guess when she gets serious, she can be a threat, but there's no way even my prized intellect will remember all 6,666 freaking orders she just gave!

"...And with that, time to start the game," Kyutee smirked as she finished her speech and flicked on the taser once more.

I tensed up as Kyutee slowly raised the taser up, but to my surprise, and Bob's as well, she drove is right up the middle of her hairline.

"M- Madam Kyutee!?"

"Shut up, Order number one?" Kyutee glared.

Bob went silent and Kyutee continued shaving her head, all while keeping her foot pressed against my mouth.

"You said bald was badass, right? Well let's see if it's true. Lucky you, Cherry. Sooo many would LOVE to be in your position. Savor it!"

Does she think I'm some pervert!? But, my husband... would definitely love to be in my position. It wouldn't matter if I was in Kyutee's position or not, or if anyone was bald. Bastard would be oozing with arousal just to have a woman's foot stomped on his mouth, barefoot or not, it wouldn't matter. I know since I've stomped on his mouth with and without shoes.

Eventually, the bitch was a hairless cue ball, even shaved her eyebrows and eyelashes off too to match. Then returneth did the octo-bot to splurt her with the bald gloop.

"Ahhh! It's so icky and sicky!" Kyutee gleefully moaned.

Like with me, the gloop seeped under her clothes and covered her mouth, but I couldn't tell if her eyes were forced open like mine were. Then came the sucking and Kyutee's muffled moans. At least they were muffled until the gloop was sucked off her mouth.

Bitch is relishing in this!

Next came the beauty gloop. Wait, does that mean she's gonna be stuck like that for an hour and a half? That's actually perfect. She's refusing to lower her leg, so if she spends an hour and a half like that, she'll get stiff, and be an easy mark to take down. I just need to get out of these damn restraints! Oh what a game, what a game... but I'm going to abuse your ego and f*ck you up, bitch!