3 comments/ 31780 views/ 5 favorites Lord Benfords Gala By: windwriter Lord Bedford's Dungeon Won't you come and play? Lord Bedford's Dungeon Debauchery on display. She shot up in bed, with those mimicking lyrics rolling through her head. It sounded like children's voices chanting in her head. She turned the light on, in a cold sweat Who in the world was Lord Benford and why did that name haunt her? Today was Saturday, her day of leisure. It was almost time to get up so she started her day early. There was no possible way she could get back to sleep now. The name Benford rolled around in her head making her pause more than once throughout the day. She spent the morning cleaning and catching up on bills, then walked to retrieve her mail after hearing the squeak of the mailbox lid. The mailman waved hello to her when she popped her head out, then headed on his way. Bills, bills, bills!... She was so tired of spending every last cent she earned, on bills. Throwing the pile on the countertop, she noticed a pale blue envelope amidst the pile of white. Cautiously she pulled it aside and looked at the handwritten name and address, which belonged to her. The return address was simply... L.B. She knew it was Lord Benford, but her memory of him was so vague, it only frustrated her more. Her fingers shook slightly while she opened the envelope using great care, for some unknown reason, to not tear the envelope. Using a knife she slid it under the corner and made a slow clean cut across the top. You are cordially invited to a gala at Lord Bedford's home. Black and white attire is requested. Saturday, August 19th 6:30pm Please RSVP by Saturday, August 12th 901-555-1212 Today was August 12th. What should she do? The questions that taunted her and haunted her could send her either direction. She knew that part of dealing with fears was facing them, so she picked up the phone and dialed. A gentleman answered the phone. "Hello." She swooned slightly...that voice... did something to her. "Hello? Is anyone there?" "Oh yes, hello." "How may I help you, Miss?" "I am calling in regard to the gala invitation." "Ah yes, the gala. Will you be attending?" "Well, yes, I think so." "Yes or no, Miss?" "Yes, Sir." "Very well. I will have a limo at your home by 5:00pm, next Saturday." "No wait, you don't have to do that. I can drive myself." "I have no parking accommodations Miss. If you wish to attend you must be chauffeured." "Yes Sir, I understand." "Is there anything else, Miss?" "What shall I wear? I have nothing opulent, as it seems is expected." "I will send an outfit in the limo for you to change into, my Queen. There is a privacy wall between the driver and the back, so you may change on the way here." "Queen?" "I must be going now. I anticipate your arrival next Saturday. Good day." ~click... the phone went dead. She pulled the phone away from her ear and watched in slow motion as her hand laid it in its cradle. Queen?... my Queen? Why did that have such a familiar ring to it? The following weekend approached quickly. After her errands, she showered and prepared to be picked up at the indicated time. Just to be safe she wore her best black dress and heels, in case he forgot to send an outfit for her. Since it was a gala, she thought she should do something special with her hair. Pinning it in place with a comb in the back, she worked diligently to draw down small pieces to curl and form ringlets that framed her face and neck. Supposedly the new rage is shimmer dust that girls wear, so she bought some just for this evening. Dusting it lightly over her chest and arms, there was a glimmer to her skin that wasn't overbearing. Lastly, she held the power puff over her head and shook it softly allowing a very few of the sparkles to land in her hair. She thought better of wearing a lot of makeup, and opted for a more natural look. With light reddish brown tones she did her and lips and finished with a soft sable eye shadow. Looking in the mirror she laughed to herself. "I do look like a Queen... ok, well maybe a Princess." Giddy, she pulled on her dress, hose and heels and tossed a few items in her purse so she could freshen up later. At precisely 5:00pm the limousine arrived in front of her small home. The driver came to her door. A few neighbors were out walking and stopped to stare. In her town a limo was an oddity, especially in her quaint neighborhood. The driver escorted her to the limo and opened the door for her. She gasped at the interior, it was so spectacular. As they drove away, the onlookers watched in awe. She knew that they had a good hour drive before they arrived, so she looked around. The driver spoke, "Miss, there is a package for you lying on the seat." "Oh, thank you Sir." "You're very welcome, Miss." She saw a rather large box and opened it. Inside was a beautiful black dress with a very low swooping V in the back. The front looked like it would cover her for the most part with a modest neckline. Under the dress she found undergarments to don, as well. Black breast pads that adhere to the skin under the breast so there is no bra strap in the back were something new to her. Crotchless fishnet stockings and a pair of black heels with a small leather clasp that fastened around her ankle were at the bottom. "How am I going to change, Sir?" "I will put up the privacy wall." "Thank you, Sir." The black wall rose when he pushed the button, until she found herself encased in the interior of the limousine with tinted windows. She dug through the box looking for panties but found none. Shimming and slithering her way into the new outfit she loved how the clothing felt. It was obviously very costly because of its texture. The dress was made of silk. It shimmered from the vague light cast on it, by the small opera lights inside the limo. The driver noticed less movement and spoke to her over the intercom. "Are you finished dressing, Miss?" "Yes Sir, I am." "To your right, you will find a bottle of champagne and another small gift box." "Thank you, Sir." She reached to find a bottle of champagne chilling. The small gift box was there as well. Opening the long narrow box, she found a diamond bracelet that took her breath away. With dainty fingers she removed the bracelet and placed it upon her wrist. Even in the dimly lit limo, it glistened brilliantly. Removing a champagne flue from a closed cabinet she poured a small drink and nestled into the plush leather seat for the duration of her ride to Lord Bedford's gala. When they were close to the city the limo driver pushed another button that raised a panel over all the windows rendering her sightless. She wanted to see the city but to no avail. When she asked the driver to put them back down he ignored her and finally said he was doing his job. The limo weaved and veered through the city until she had no concept of where she was. Finally they halted. She heard him get out. It wasn't long before he came to open her door. She stood before an entrance to a beautiful townhouse with a curved driveway. The limo was parked under an awning, to protect those arriving from the elements. Pillars stood at each side of the entrance. He stood at the limo door and left her to walk alone. She summoned all her courage to walk toward the door. Two butlers greeted her and bowed politely, at her arrival. Inside she was ushered past a few other guests, by a beautiful woman with long dark hair. From there she was taken to a private room. The woman spoke to her in a soft voice. "I will leave you for now. Someone will be in shortly." "Thank you." She looked around the small sitting room. It had a medieval appearance with leather and cast iron décor. There were several books in bookcases and a large mahogany desk. Thick rich curtains covered the one window in the room. An ancient tapestry adorned another wall. Candles burned in a standing cast iron candelabrum, creating an aura that was chilling. The door creaked open. She turned. It was he, Lord Benford. "You remember me, I see." "Yes Sir, I do." "How well do you remember me?" "Vaguely, I have to admit." "Good, that is how it should be." "Why am I here tonight?" "For the gala, of course." "But, why me?" "I have something for you to drink that will revive all your memories." "What memories?" "You shall see, drink it please." He handed her a goblet. She drank and swooned slightly. When the memories of her prior visit began to surface in her mind she dropped to the leather sofa. She recalled everything... the dungeon... the men... the way they used her... the powder he used to renew her virginity... and the retaking of her virginity by him... Lord Benford. "Do you remember now?" "Yes, my Lord, I remember it all." "Then you will remember also that I made you a promise." "Yes, my Lord, I remember that as well. If I contacted you again, I would be yours forever. But, at the time you invited me I was unaware of these memories." "Would it have changed your attendance this evening?" "No, my Lord... it would not have changed anything." "Why do you feel this way, my Queen?" "I'm not sure, my Lord. I do know that I felt safe in your arms that evening." He smiled for the first time; a brilliant soft smile that warmed her heart. Walking toward her he sat with her and pulled her head to his shoulder, with his arm around her body. She fell into his embrace and renewed that feeling that had lingered in the back of her mind for the last few months. Softly she spoke, "What is this evenings gala for, my Lord?" "It is a very special gathering for my Queen." "For me?" "Yes, if you will accept." "Oh yes my Lord, I accept." "You will need to make a vow to me, in the presence of others." "What kind of vow?" "A vow of commitment." "What does that mean?" "You will come here and remain with me, forever." "What of my home, my job and my responsibilities?" "They will no longer exist." "And my family?" "You will be allowed to visit your family; family is important." "Will they be here this evening, for my vows?" "No, my Queen. Tonight is not for family, tonight is for friends only." "Will you give me the potion so I don't remember things tonight?" "No dear one. Tonight I want you to remember everything." He rose and extended a large hand to her, helping her to stand as well. Looking down at her petite body, he took her face into his hands, kissed her softly on the lips then turned to leave. "Rose will be in shortly to help you prepare for this evening." "What more preparation is there? You have already dressed me like a Queen." He laughed heartily, "You have yet to see what a Queen lives like, my sweet one." When he left the room, she felt alone. It wasn't long before Rose returned. In her hands she carried a red crushed velvet floor length cape and a box. Rose was very shy and quiet in her demeanor as she approached her. She set the items on the sofa and turned to her. "Please, follow me." Rose led her through a door into the next room. It was a large feminine bedroom with a vanity to the side. She motioned her to sit at the vanity. Looking into the mirror she couldn't help being in awe of the richness of the room. Roses soft smile reassured her as she went to retrieve the items from the sofa. She deposited the cape on the high four-poster bed and opened the box. She came to the vanity and took down her hair that she had worked so hard to prepare. Before long, Rose had worked her magic and had her hair looking lovely. It was pinned up again but much more fashionable. "Did you wear what he sent you for undergarments?" "Yes, I did." She blushed slightly, "Good. I had something to add to your attire." She reached into the box and pulled out a pair of panties, but they weren't ordinary panties. "Please come here, to the bed with me." Standing and walking to the bed, she was afforded a better view of the panties. They were black leather and had 8 snaps in the crotch. There was a hole where her pussy and ass were, with 4 of the snaps around each hole. "I have never seen any panties like this before." "My Lord designed them, that is why." Rose pulled a dainty butt plug and a dildo from the box, with a renewed blush on her face. "Either I can assist you to wear them, or you can insert them yourself." "I... well, I don't know Rose. What do you think?" "If you are unsure, I can assist you, my Lady." "If you wouldn't mind, please Rose." "Please lie back on the bed for me." She lay back on the bed, feeling very uneasy. Rose gently took her legs and raised them so her feet were on the bed. She felt as though she were being prepared for a physical examination. Her most intimate parts were fully exposed with the crotchless fishnet stockings. "Rose reached for a tube and squirted something onto her fingers. "This is something my Lord created as well. It is a numbing agent that will make insertion easier and pain free." "Thank you Rose." She smeared it over her ass and pussy, slipping her dainty finger inside her ass to aid the process. Her finger felt good sliding into her puckered ass. She felt her body react and her hips moved slightly. Pursing her lips she withheld a soft moan. "Are you ready now?" "Yes Rose." She slid the small anal plug into her pussy to wet it then removed it and slowly slid it into her ass. There was slight pressure, but no pain. Next she reached for the dildo, which was larger. Slowly she began to insert it into her pussy until she felt it bulking from its wide girth and slid it out again. Roses' finger stroked her clit for a moment making her want to jump out of her skin. Rose continued to stroke until her wetness grew and slid all 5" of the dildo into her wet and waiting pussy. The dildo was not long, but very thick, filling her nicely. Rose put the panties over each of her feet and pulled them to her bottom. She raised her bottom so she could slide them one her. When they were in place, Rose joined the snaps to the receptacles on the dildo and plug. "You may put your legs down and sit up now." She did as instructed and felt the toys rubbing her inside while she moved. "Oh my Rose, how on earth am I to walk gracefully with these between my legs?" She giggled merrily, "I'm sure you will do just fine, my Lady." They both laughed together and smiled at one another. "Come, stand for me, I had two more items for you to don before your presentation." When she stood the pressure from the toys let up slightly. Rose grabbed the red velvet cape and fanned it before bringing it to her neck to tie it. She was persistent that her neck be exposed and patted the collar of the cape down, just so. "One last thing, and you are ready." "I can hardly wait to see what is next." She smiled softly, "You will love it, my Lady." Rose presented a diamond tiara in her dainty hands. "Would you like to sit at the vanity and put it on, my Lady?" "Oh my heavens, it is gorgeous! It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." She extended her hands, laden with the tiara, for her to take. Carefully she took the tiara and walked to the vanity seat. Sitting carefully she held the tiara ready to place it in her hair. Rose stood close by, with anticipation. Noticing Rose, she asked, "Would you like to assist me Rose?" "May I, my Lady?" "Please do Rose. You have assisted me so well with everything else. It is only fitting that you add the crowning touch." "Oh, thank you, my Lady...thank you so much!" When Rose placed the tiara into her hair, she saw herself transform before her eyes. She felt very much like a Queen. After the magical moment between the two women there was a light knock on the door. "Are you about ready?" "Oh, my Lady, it is my Lord calling for you." "Tell him we are ready." Rose walked to the door and opened it. "She is ready, my Lord." Rose excused herself with a curtsey and left. Lord Benford entered the bedroom to find her sitting at the vanity, and extended his hand, "Come, my Queen, the time is upon us." She wiggled against the toys one last time and rose from her seat to join him. Her slight wiggle did not go unnoticed. "I see you like your new panties." She glanced at him with playful eyes, "Yes, my Lord, I do very much." He whispered into her ear, "Just wait until the numbing agent wears off." Her eyes got large, and he chuckled softly at her response. They left the bedroom and walked to the top of a large staircase. The floor length cape dragged behind her but she held her posture and walked side by side with him. She looked down upon a room full of approximately 30 people, all dressed to the hilt. When they appeared at the top of the staircase all eyes were upon them, and talking halted. He held his right hand in a fist at his side. She rested her hand upon his and they descended the stairs. The onlookers stood in appreciation until they were down then watched as he walked her to two large thrones sitting side by side, at the front of the ballroom. He stopped when she was standing in front of the throne designed for her, and had her sit. He took his seat in the throne of his own, beside her. With a motion of his hand, he summoned the others to sit also. A violinist came to them and began to play a beautiful song, while they listened. Ingenious as he was he had equipped his chair with a mechanism that she was unaware of. In the middle of the song he touched a button and the seat of her chair began to vibrate. The sensation against the toys that were inside, her made her squirm. Finally he turned it off, much to her relief. The violinist left and the room was quiet. He stood to speak. All those in attendance rose with him. He motioned to her with his hand. "I present to you, this evening, my future Queen. Any that decry this proclamation should speak now or forever hold their peace." He looked over the audience and waited a moment. "Very well, we shall proceed but first you will all come forth and sip of the community goblet." One of his guards stood with a large pewter goblet and served each of the attendees a sip of the drink, as they walked toward it like a fly to honey. She couldn't resist asking quietly, "What is this potion, my Lord?" "It is the potion that will take away all their inhibitions and allow them to do whatever I ask. It will not impair their memory. They will remember all that occurs." "It appears they would already do whatever you ask, my Lord." They continued to whisper, "Within decorum, yes, but outside of decorum they may be appalled of this evenings events." "What events?" "In time, my Queen, you shall see." After all the guests were served the guard slipped into the shadows. He motioned for two of his guards to join them. They stood before her and she stood. Guiding her movements they had her kneel before their Lord, and left. "Do you wish to become my Queen?" "Yes, my Lord." "Will you obey all that I ask of you?" "Yes, my Lord." "Will you forever be at my beckon call?" "Yes, my Lord." He stood and produced a ring to the audience. "Do you think her worthy to wear my ring, the ring of Lord Benford?" "Aye, aye," cheers rose from the crowd. He held her small hand in his large hand, placing the large gold and sapphire ring ready at her finger, while saying a few words. "You are a truly special find, my Queen. Your heart is soft and your mind is clear of evil. Your body is enchanting. Sensuality and sexually exude from you. You are the only one worthy to be my Queen, the Queen of Debauchery." The ring slid onto her finger. Suddenly she felt weak and crumpled at his feet. The crowd let out a loud cheer. She looked upon them from her low perspective. Their eyes were glazed with lust. Lord Benfords Gala Soon cheers and shouts rose among them. "Take her!" "Consummate it!" He looked down at her with dark eyes, "Stand and remove your cape." She pulled herself up and reached to untie the cape, letting it fall. "Now your dress." "My Lord?" "Now, my Queen." "But, here, now, in front of everyone?" "Yes, my Queen, here and now." Slowly she pulled the dress off her shoulders while the crowd cheered and chanted for more, men and women alike. The silk dress slid down her body to lie at her feet. He reached to remove the pads holding her breasts in place. His hand slid between her legs and unsnapped the dildo and plug from the panties, before he yanked the panties down. "Step out of the panties, now." She did as instructed but felt very vulnerable in her naked state. Two of his guards came carrying a wood and leather table. It resembled a sawhorse but was wide across the top like a table. He turned her body and pushed her face first onto the leather-padded table, with her ass pointed toward him. The guards shackled her wrists to the other side and stood by. He slid his hand up between her legs and spread them, for all in attendance to see what was his. Grasping the anal plug her slid it from her ass and laid it aside. Next he took hold of the dildo and did the same. She felt her body pull at the thick dildo, in an attempt to hold it. She felt the void when they were gone. The guards poured scented oil over her back and rubbed it down her body. Her ass cheeks glistened in the ancient candle lit room. Turning to the crowd, "Come, one and all, come and partake of my Queen. Her consummation will proceed with each and every one of you before I finally take her for my own." The crowd of well wishers came forth, some with awe, others with curiosity and still more with pure lust. The first was a man that came behind her and lowered his body to taste of her sweetness. His tongue circled her ass and pussy driving her insane. Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he stepped aside. Still more came and tasted her. A woman came and slid his fingers into her dripping pussy and began to drive them deep inside. Her ass giggled and quivered with anticipation. Juices began to run down her legs. "Please, don't be shy," Lord Benford encouraged them. Finally a man approached with his stiff cock in hand. One by one other men began to do the same. Without preparation he laid his hands on her hips and held her tight then plunged his cock deep inside her velvet warmth. The other guests cheered him on. "Fuck her! Fuck her!" He drove deep inside her and moaned loudly before withdrawing and slamming into her again. Faster and faster he fucked her until he pulled out and blew his jism all around the crowd. Women wiped the jism off their dresses and put their fingers to their lips to eat it, moaning softly. She felt more and more of the guests closing in around her, using her, fucking her, fingering her and exciting her as well. Her pussy and ass felt sore but begged for more. She felt the guards remove the confines on her wrists. Wiggling them she regained movement and raised herself from the table, to turn and face her Lord. Lord Benford motioned for the guests to step aside. His eyes never left her as she stood breathlessly watching him, her breasts heaving. Her hair was tussled and falling around her face in sweaty ringlets, but her brilliant tiara stood soundly atop her lovely head. Walking to her he placed a hand at the side of her face, while she tilted her head to let him touch her. "Kneel, my Queen." She immediately dropped before him. She heard the zipper on his pants just before he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her mouth to his cock. He plunged past her lips and drove his cock deep into her throat, gagging her. Continuously he plunged in and out until spit hung at her mouth and chin. Breathlessly she begged him, "Please my Lord, please, I need to feel you inside me." He continued to use and assault her mouth then slowed. Stepping aside, he motioned for the men and women in attendance to use her further. Women pulled aside their dresses and dropped their panties and sat on her waiting tongue. Men stroked their cocks in anticipation of feeling her warm mouth engulf them. Several of the men stroked their cock to completion but did not spray a drop on their Queen, instead they sprayed it around the crowd. Lord Benford summoned one of his nearest and dearest friends from the throng of people. He stepped forward quite composed in comparison to the other guests, but it was quite evident he packed a large cock that was bulging against his slacks. Slowly he removed it from its confines and approached the Queen. The crowd gasped and stepped aside while many of the women whispered at his prowess. With cock in hand, he lifted it to her mouth. Her dainty hand could scarcely hold it; it was so thick. Opening wide she tried her best to take the large head into her mouth, gagging at its size. Summoning everything in her, she began to suck. The crowd cheered her on and applauded her accomplishment. The gentleman turned to his Lord. "Aye, my Lord, you have indeed found a wonderful treasure in your Queen." Turning back to her, he enjoyed the lavish head job she struggled to provide their well-endowed guest. She wanted so badly to taste cum, she hungered for it. She needed it like never before. He struggled to remain completely hard, due to his size, but she could feel him growing inside her stuffed mouth and sucked harder. Wrapping both hands around his length she pumped harder, panting between sucking. "Mmmm, my Queen, you are such a lovely sight this evening," she heard her Lord say. Stopping she turned to him, "Please my Lord, please I beg of you. I Need to taste his cum, your cum, ANY cum... Please my Lord!" He walked to her and pulled her so that she was on all 4's and put his cock to her lips again. Turning to his friend, he told him to fuck her. She opened her mouth and greedily took her Lords cock into her mouth. Sucking hungrily she caught a drop of his precious precum and flourished in it's sweet taste. She felt his friend behind her and pushed her waiting pussy toward him like a wanton bitch dog in heat. He raised his heavy piece of meat in his hand and laid it at her glistening pussy. Guiding the huge bulbous head he used his other hand to splay her puffy abused lips apart. He held his stance and let the tip press against her, then thrust his hips forward so he would not slip from his mark. His cock ripped into her pussy sending a searing pain through her body. Holding her hips he pressed onward until tears started to form in her eyes, but she kept steady and wanted more of that sweet pain and pleasure that guided her very being. The crowd gasped watching his massive cock sinking into their Queen. Cheering and some chattering amongst the guests went unnoticed by her; she was so absorbed in pleasing her Lord. She sucked and slobbered all over his cock with her mouth, while the guest assaulted her pussy. Her Lord was near completion and reined his self back to prolong the evening. Slowly he slid his engorged cock from her mouth, while she begged. "No please, pleaseeeeeee my Lord, I need your cum!" He slapped her on the face, "You will receive it when I give it to you." "Yes, my Lord," she whimpered. He had his friend slide out of her then ran his hand over her pummeled pussy, patting it gently at first, then slapping it harder and harder. Raising her to stand he lifted her at the waist and placed her butt on the table and pushed her to lie back. He summoned his guards to hold her wrists above her. Dropping his own cape aside he unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor. A guard came to him and held a velvet pillow before him. He reached to the pillow and grabbed a strap on dildo. The crowd hushed at the sight before them. The dildo was as thick as his guest that had just fucked her, but the dildo was curved in a subtle U shape. The head was very bulbous and glowed of solid gold. He fastened the harness around his waist and turned to the crowd. His rock hard cock hung ready below the enormous gold-headed dildo. "Consummate it! Consummate it! Fuck your Queen, my Lord!" He turned back to her and leaned into her, guiding the dildo to her pussy and his cock to her ass. Both of them pressed at her simultaneously. He grabbed her legs and held them high in the air, pulling her ass further off the edge of the table. With one swift stab he thrust his cock into her ass and the dildo into her pussy. The gold head of the dildo was hot. She felt it run into her depths, hitting every sensitive nerve ending her dripping cunt possessed. He moved slowly and steadily delivering the royal dildo up the Queens hungry slit. Inch by menacing inch she felt the head of the dildo grow hotter and hotter inside her body. Her legs quivered, her body twitched and she screamed out but he continued on. Her head turned from side to side, but he continued. The dildo felt like it was scorching her inside, but it felt so wonderful she would dare not beg him to stop. His thick hard cock seared her tight ass. Instead she urged him on. He continued to slowly push the dildo and his cock up into her waiting pussy and ass. Her eyes became glazed, he knew where she was going. He knew she was falling into subspace... the safe place where she would do anything he bid of her without any reservations or help from any potions. He smiled to his self. He had seen this quality in her long ago but waited for the moment that she finally revealed herself to him. Now was that moment... now she belonged to him. All that remained was for him to claim her. For what seemed an eternity he pushed into her until he felt his body touch hers and knew that he was buried in her depths. She was unmoving. He patted her on the cheek and rousted her. Her eyes locked on his with what most may see as a drug-induced stare. "Fuck me, my Lord," she cooed up to him with soft loving eyes. He pulled back and felt her body try to hold the dildo and cock inside. Increasing his tempo he started double fucking her. He saw the head of the dildo press against her belly when he thrust up into her body. He was deviant and she loved it. He knew the U-shape of the dildo was causing it to touch places previously untouched. This was the only woman for him. He thrust more rapidly, deeper and deeper, harder and harder until her body whimpered and withered beneath him. She screamed in occasional pain while begging and pleading for more, even though her body was completely filled with cock. Sweat broke out on his brow from fucking her so hard. Finally he reared back and drove deep into her body one last time and let out a loud guttural scream while he shot jism deep into her bowel. She joined him in chorus when his final thrust sent her into orbit and brought her to the pinnacle of climax. Her body tensed and twitched. Her legs went limp in his hands while he let them fall softly. Withdrawing from her body he looked down at the dildo and saw the slight trace of his Queen's blood on it and smiled. He removed the dildo from the harness and held it up to the crowd for confirmation. "Aye, aye... She is your Queen of Debauchery, my Lord. Your golden dildo proves it!" He laid the dildo back on its waiting pillow and turned back to her. His hand caressed her swollen pussy and ass softly. She murmured at his touch, but remained lying on the table. Reaching to the small pouch, in his possession, he sprinkled some of the magic renewal dust into his hand and rubbed it over her tenderness. She felt the pain in her loins subside and draw it taunt again. He motioned his guards to release her. Gradually she sat up on the table. "Dear friends, meet your Queen, the true Queen of Debauchery!" Cheers went up from the crowd, "Our Queen! Our Queen!" She smiled softly and looked back at her Lord. He pulled her into his arms and picked her up. Carefully he walked and carried her from the room, into his room and lowered her unto his bed. The guards supplied the guests with a sip of antidote potion before they departed for the night. A few of them came to their senses, leaving their uninhibited state behind. They departing hastily, remembering what transpired that evening. He returned to find her sound asleep in his bed. He brushed a sweaty lock of hair from her neck and removed the diamond tiara from her head, placing it on the nightstand. He curled up behind her, cupping her tiny body into the curve of his own. His fingers went to her mound and probed softly while she moaned softly in her sleep. He withdrew his fingers and placed them to his lips. He tasted her sweet cum, tinged with her blood, produced by his golden-headed dildo, and smiled. Family lore had always said that only the "true" Queen of Debauchery would leave her blood upon the dildo. He had finally found her. Visions of her future plans danced in his head. Closing his eyes, he whispered, "Rest, my Queen.. my sweet Queen of Debauchery."