Queendom 10: A Night Too Long

"Suck what? You don't measure up, limpy.. The best I can offer is a little tug.. You up for it?!"

She wiggled her little pinky like a hook. The man looked like he was burning up. His fist shaking, stopping himself from giving her a proper back-hand. His friends suddenly grabbed him from the sides.

"Woah woah! Don't smack the slut man.."

"Let him be.. We all know he hits like a girl.."

Someone shouted from behind, as the men laughed tauntingly. Billet looked around, wondering if he should interfere. Why is that bitch infuriating him? Elanor told him, with performative condescension.

"Look at them mock, you pathetic limpy.. It's not just the size. I'm sure Sire midget over here has it much worse than you. But rather I'd breed and bring his babies any day, than risk touching you.. Your scent makes it worse. That stench of desperation. Haven't gotten laid in forever, have you?!"

Stop antagonizing him Nora! What wrong did he do? It didn't occur to her that for a devout chaste, she had just flouted a breeding fantasy, that too with an actual dwarf. None of it registered to her, not in any depth. It wasn't her. She wasn't herself. This was something far stranger now.

"Shut it bitch!" He screamed.

"Oh let me help, limpy!" Mocked another one, as he walked up swinging his impressive pecker. As the big one pushed past her lips, the disheartened guy began to leave. But the Queen reached out, grabbing his cock. Grabbing is an overstatement. Hooking her pinky around his semi-hard member, her eyes piercing to his soul, as she playfully tugged. The man had been disgraced, disrespected, and emasculated. But at the end of day, he was just a man. A slave to the same smile of condescension that churned his loins. Much like each soul hanging around. The fact of it being soaked in wicked masochism, made little difference, once the blood started pumping.

He felt as if the whole crowd turned on him, mocking his apparent impotence, all for this one bitch, and her blatant disrespect. He felt smaller and smaller, far from the original predatory thirst that drove his ilk her way. Smaller than the cum guzzling prey kneeling before. Small and inconsequential, a mere cretin. He hated that very moment, despised his mates for pocking where it hurts. But above all, he couldn't stand the loneliness. The thought of this absolute whore looking down on him, like he's somehow so many rungs below the other whore-mongers loitering around. The same gaze as his unfaithful spouse, every time he caught a stench of her new lover.

No, it wasn't just the gaze. But the way she scoffed his way, denying him proper marital conjugation for weeks, feigning ignorance whenever he hints at her recent escapades. Tagging him along, toying torturously, and granting him an eventual release out of pity, while making no real effort to hide her contempt. Depriving just him what had become an open secret for all his colleagues. That his dear wife, gave the hottest head in town. He lost the moment he felt thankful to his cuckoldress, for letting him tag along. Much like he lost now, as his limp little dick leaked profusely, at the adept toyings of the cum-covered bimbette, stroking still with just that pinky wrapped around. He could hear now, a distinct rattling sound as her head bobbed.

nrrrrrrrrr...... nrrrrrrrrr...... nrrrrrrrrr......

He hated himself even more, as his friends laughed on, their bellies flopping as the bitch alternated between the erections on either side. Her gaze still locked to his, burning into his soul, an inescapable reminder of the pathetic state he is forever destined to remain as. Even his face failed in showing his true reaction, of hateful protestation, as the better part of his body stayed transfixed at the skillful slut. He came shortly, and disappeared into the howling crowd.

Elanor felt as if she spotted his eyes well up. Was it from pleasure? Or did I..

"Oh mine! If it isn't Her Highness Elanor..!"

The overtly artificial giggly voice sure did turn heads, including that of the Queen.

Tabitha..?! Why are you down here??

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Bella quickly made her way through the corridor, hoping the other agent had enough time to copy the logbook. She must get it back to the study regardless, before Tarquin notices it missing. Did I take a wrong turn? Bella looked around confused. Even with the briefings from before, she couldn't have saved to memory the entire layout of the manor. All the corridor had very similar layout, so her best option seemed to be getting back to the main hall.

That's a big door. That surely must lead towards the main hall.

Owww..! What was that..?

For a moment it felt like her balance went all wacky. Like the whole corridor began spinning. Shaking her head, taking a deep breath, Bellatrix centered herself. Get a grip, Bella. Go find the agent, now!

She went ahead and opened the door, and froze on her tracks at the display before. The door didn't open into the main hall, but into a large private chamber instead. Where an all out orgy was taking place, an absolute sensory over-ride, for any unsuspecting soul, certainly for a virgin maid.

As her breath got stuck, the room began spinning again. Not just the room, but most of the sensations around, suddenly disintegrating into noise. What the hell? I barely had a few glasses.. Was I.. Before she could finish that thought, a drunken shout came from the room.

"Oh, welcome Queenie.. Who are you supposed to be..?"

That girl sounded clearly intoxicated. But her face seemed, like a blur. What's wrong with my vision.?! Rubbing her eyes, Bella replied.

"I'm.. I'm not. I feel like.."

The floor started rocking again, as the ceiling spun around. What the hell is happening.? I feel like..

"Have I been drugged..?!"

Bellatrix collapsed into the open arms that pulled her within, and the doors closed.

As wild sexual moans flooded her ears, it all turned dark.

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"Ain't she like one of those feral chipmunks..?! There's always room for nut. Haha.."

Elanor rolled her eyes at the distasteful joke from her Head-maid, while trying to suckle on to the swinging ball-sack. Although she was happy to have Tabitha initially, now the woman was turning a pain. Why would she volunteer to be amongst the commoners? Was she being punished as well? And what's with that god-awful necklace? Who wears such a ridiculously large single stone?! It wasn't part of the wardrobe.. The Queen couldn't ask at the time, with a dick stuffed down her throat. But soon it seemed a good plan, having an extra pair of hands, with more and more joining the queue. Billet was happy with her addition, for one.

The men loved it when they both kneeled back to back, the soft rear-buns pushing into each other, with intertwined fingers stroking cocks on either sides, providing a stronger sensual grip, as their lips tended to different cocks from opposite sides. Elanor was happy with this as well, even with the initial shame of whoring out right alongside a mere maid. Well, I've done worse in Desert Rose, paired with an actual whore, so.. Also she had little doubt, about Tabitha and her liberal loose morals.

But after a couple of cocks, Tabitha started asserting control, be it with back talks, of instructions to the Queen, with regards to her technique. And Elanor had to play along, because more than the current predicament, Tabitha was her handler now. A novel term, which confused the Queen with regards to the boundaries of compliance. Questions she compartmentalized for now, to be cleared with Bellatrix on their way back.

Emboldened by the girls active subservience, it didn't take Tabitha long to spread her legs. There was no chastity cage stopping anyone, and as the first one plunged his dick right in, Tabitha was careful to stand right above the kneeling Queen, such that his balls dangled right over her face.

"Gargle it bitch.!"

She yelled, and the Queen complied. That's how she ended up with comically bulging cheeks, looking like a horny sweaty chipmunk. With Tabitha's pelvis hovering over her distorted face, as a large penis plunged forth and back into her extremely stretched pussy. The same penis, whose balls were being nibbled by Her Highness. Elanor felt a feral satisfaction as the intoxicating smell hitting up her nostrils. The scent of feminine heat mixed with the stench of smegma, oscillating lullingly, loosening what remained of her reservations. The dirty lucky fatty before thoroughly enjoyed, being serviced by not just one, but two fair maids, by two separate holes, evident from his continually clenching nut-sack.

It was hard to breath, past all the fizzing froth that dripped onto her face, and the foaming spittle leaking down her chin, her neck, proved to be too irritating to get used to. Yet the Queen couldn't shut her eyes. It was her Head Maid's quim, her perineum to be precise, glistening with sweat, and ejaculate from her previous customers.. Why do you keep referring to them as customers.?! There was even a distinct golden blond pubic curls stuck to her skin. Was it from the Earl of Danziel? Who else present were blond? Only a handful. Why, why am I so invested on who all had fucked Tabitha, of all people. Focus on the balls, Nora..!

The Queen was oddly reminded of the war reports, about the infamous Leash-trap, the most shameful Orcan punishment, reserved for the captured leaders. To be chained to the King's throne, their gaze permanently fixed at the Orcan King's foot-level, lowering their status to less than a dog's, witnessed by all attending court. The Queen couldn't help but wonder, if lowering oneself to enemies feet, is supposed to break your self-respect, what am I to suffer from the sight that's burning into my eyes?! And why can't I look away, yet.

The pace picked up fast, and the way his sack tightened in her mouth, Elanor knew. That he could come at any...

There! Elanor swiftly eased back, for the last thing she wanted was him pulling out, letting all the cum spool over her face. Not that she had a problem with the cum. It was where it flowed out of, that bothered her. Elanor had had Tabitha serve her breakfast many a time. She did not need to experience dining on her, from the other end.

Oh, wait. What the hell?!

Someone was holding her head, preventing her from slipping out. Elanor struggled as the pressure on her skull felt like someone was crushing her. It wasn't the ejaculating fatty, as she feared. But her very own royal maid, Tabitha Julia Koshka! Tabitha grinned as she gripped tight on to the royal skull, with nothing but her experienced thighs. Oh Demura! You aren't getting off that easy.. Not after that mess earlier, landing me in trouble.

Tabitha was humming alongside, letting loose of all inhibitions. The maid couldn't tell, if it was the flip of coercive control by her Commander, the unusually skilled pounding of the stable-man upfront.. Or was it the warm recurring breeze on her quim, the sweet strugglesome exhale of the decoy-queen, that pushed her over the edge so surprisingly swift. Was it the mere likeness, or that unbearable prude of a Queen..?

I bet its the latter. I wish she was, in fact, the Great Chaste..

If only she knew.

Elanor just sat there, with no strength left to free herself. Even the men on both sides held her wrists tightly, as they stroked themselves with her soft hands. Well, you win some, you lose some. The Queen just waited now, feeling the pulse of his ball-sack, for him to shoot and pull out, for his ejaculate to drip onto her open mouth. She wasn't even sucking his balls anymore. She knew it wasn't necessary. He's right there, any moment now.

Her eyes widened in horror spotting the unexpected. The way her quim trembled ecstatically, the way her rear loosened, particularly her anal bud. Oh no! She can't be.! As the orgasm hit in full, Tabitha felt a shudder run from head to toe, ridding her muscles of all pressure, losing her control over the sphincters. With the Queen barely managing to shut her eyes on time, the copious ejaculate Commander Rian had deposited up her rear hole leaked out, along with most of her anus prolapsing.

The thick goo spread over her squinted eye -brows like warm glazed sugar over a cake, and dripped past her high cheek-bones and ear-lobes. Arrghh.. Eww... Elanor squirmed on, having a hard time coming to terms with her reality. Yuck, yuck, yuck.. It's just cum, its just cum, she kept chanting. The ugly fat man who had been pounding Tabitha, grabbed and raised her thigh, spreading the cheeks even further. It didn't take much, for him to cream her hole.

Blinded and baffled, Elanor was totally lost. She could hear gasps of hilarity from the men around, but she couldn't shake clear all the goo covering her eye-lids. As she leaned forward, her nose nuzzled into something soft. Must be the ball-sack.. Working from memory, her lips parted and the tongue stuck out, eager to please. It tasted rancid, and felt like chewed-on animal fat, as her tongue continued to slurp around it. Like the weirdest limp girthy manhood she had ever sucked on.

Quite short, was it even a pecker?! Her mind could almost make out the shape, of a blooming cauliflower. The long soft moan of pleasure cleared her doubts, as Tabitha shuddered on and on. The Queen didn't want to dwell on what she had just licked clean. How she ever face the head maid again, without flinching. She had no idea. She felt thankful, for the thick slime plastered on to her face, for the unusual blindfold. At least the visuals won't be plaguing her dreams.

One's hell was indeed heaven for the other, in this case. The maid felt like she was about to pass out. She couldn't believe what was happening. Tabitha was just trying to push the girl, trying to dip her nose up the rear, but this.. Demura reciprocating, that too so thoroughly, was the last thing on her. She had always known her girl to be a deviant, ever since the night of the Retirement party. But how could anyone be so spectacularly deviant.?!

If only she was the real deal. That stuck-up cunt of a Queen!

Oh Highness! I've always wanted to make you do that. Only I never dreamed it could feel so heavenly.. Tabitha never got the appeal of rim-jobs, except for the humiliation. But now, her knees shook as her exhale reverberated, and she had turned a believer. She had never felt so good gaping. She had never dreamt of finding someone distorted enough, to do something so disturbing. I wouldn't, not for all the riches, but you.. Oh Demura, I'm not letting go of those lips. Thank goodness for Lady Agrafena and her schemes..

As her digits sunk deep into the royal skull beneath, desperately craving to prolong the unspeakable, Tabitha couldn't help but revel in the kiss, of the two lips that was never to meet.

Oh thank you, Rian! For opening my eyes. Thus one, I'll be making the most of her. This one will learn every fold, every creak, and every mole I've got down there. And this one, Rian, will learn to love. Tabitha didn't care for how loud it got.

"AAAAAIIIEEEEEEEE....!! Aargh.. Ahh.. Ah."

She collapsed onto the embrace of the ugly fat one, who thought it was his magical dick that made her squirt all around. The Queen was thankful for the vile tasting thing to be finally removed from her lips. It didn't taste like anything, but cum. But the mind had a way of playing tricks, and the last thing Elanor wanted was developing a fondness to rimming. Someone thankfully poured water over her face, and Elanor gargled a mouthful, before spitting out. She had a hard time facing the maid. At least the men seemed to be enjoying it all.

Elanor had a hard time hiding her visceral disgust under a fake smile for her dumbfounded audience, especially with her fake brows and cheek bones distorting with absolute revulsion. Puking out the abominable load on to ground, her dazed eyes noticed two odd looking men sitting by the sides with great indifference. Their weird looking off-white overalls and drawing boards confirmed her doubts. Those were court-painters, like the ones from te upper floor. Oh God! The image of me pecking the rear of my maid..! Is that going up on the wall of some pervert soon.?

Nora, it was no peck. You went all out.. NO! Stop, stop. STOP!

Stop dwelling on it. The Queen looked around for water to wash her mouth with.

With the high subsiding, Tabitha Yulia Koshka found her sadistic grin. The same one that made her late grandmother infamous in certain circles. She knew, that even without her Commander's order, she'd have gladly done what she was about to. Sitting beside the kneeling Queen, she whispers, seductively. Even if she couldn't comprehend its meaning.

"Who are you?"

Elanor didn't know if it was the exhaustion helping lose her grip over her mind, or the gifted erotician had broken in her all too well. But her body responded to the question, to the command rather, with extreme conviction. And her mind, it seemed, had ceased to have any say.

She looked up, like a dog to the master, her tail, if she had one, would clearly be coiling up her butt cheeks. She had no clue who was standing right before. But she knew she must stare right into his eyes while answering. As she lifted her palms to wipe away what's blocking her eyelids, someone grabbed her wrists. Tabitha cackled, as she asked again, authoritatively.

"Bitch, I said who are YOU??"

It burned, and kept burning, like a pinch of salted pepper sprinkled right on. But Elanor couldn't help, her body couldn't, but comply and answer, meeting all postural requirements, including her submissive wide eyes looking up. Regardless the stenching cum slipping past her lids and lashes, into her cornea, mixing with mascara and tears, burning and burning more. The Queen stayed relatively composed, though composed was the last word you'd think, had you witnessed her squirm, as she replied in a whisper.

"This is.. Demura. The Party-slut for the Commons..!"

"And.."

Please don't, her eyes pleaded.

"Who's the Poppet??"

POPPET? What's these bitches yappin about? The men listened on, amused.

"the poppt..is ..elnr..of"

"LOUDER!!"

"POPPETTT is QUEEEN ELANOUR!! The Cock-sleeve of BREASTFIELD..!"

Holding by the hair, Tabitha drove her to the next waiting dick.

Gluck.. Gluch.. Splrpphhh.. Gluuchkk..

Haaaaa....

"Who's the Poppet?"

""POPPETTT is THE GREAT CHASTE!! The CUM-GUZZLING WHORE-QUEEN..!"

Gluuchkk.. Splrpphhh.. Gluuchkk.. Gluchff...

Haaaaa....

"WHO IS the POPPEEETT..???"

"POPPET IS THE TRUE RULING MONARCH! THE LOOSEST LIPS IN VANKENBRAUM..!!"

The crowd joined in on the chant with each bout, and the descriptions only got notorious. Billet was starting to worry about the sudden rhythm in their tone, as lead by the new girl, Tabitha. The last thing he wanted was them all turning rowdy, bewitched by some mad lust.

nnrrrrrr..... nnrrrrrr..... nnrrrrrr.....

Tabitha too noticed know that strange rattling sound every time her head bobbed forcefully. She went with the rhythm, and continued choking the Queen, giving her rear a proper loud slap every time she delayed to answer.

"WHO is the POPPET..??!!"

Suddenly there was a loud cheer coming from the upper floor, with continuous claps and hoot lasting over a minute. Almost as if the nobility got even wilder than the peasants.

"What was that?!" Frederich looked around.

"I believe.. I believe the Black-Rose just slipped up..!"

Billet prayed for a moment, for the poor trapped girl. These folks never strayed from the rules. If she asks to be bred, she shall never leave the Order.