Includes hardcore BDSM (blood and messy stuff. Not my cup of tea either), masturbation, gimp dog slave.

*CRACK*

The sound of a cracking whip echoes throughout the halls of a shady castle located deep within the Land of Lust, followed by the sounds of excited grunts and moans from the victim as they endure their torture.

“Harder! HARDER MY QUEEN!” the depraved slave begs. His back is already bleeding with multiple gushing lashes, but despite the searing pain he must feel, he thirsts for more.

Luckily, his mistress obliges him and raises the whip above her head. Its bloodstained barbs glisten in the overhead light and come crashing down onto the mongrel’s back, tearing off more flesh and muscle with a sonorous CRACK. The depraved victim screams in elation as his body convulses from the combined flavor of pain and pleasure until he suddenly falls limp and his mouth goes silent.

The mistress prods her toy with the butt end of the whip only for him to not respond or even flinch. Displeased by the frailty and useless gluttony of her toy, she spits on the gushing gashes along his posterior, letting the fool rot as she exits the play room.

“That was the most useless fuck toy I’ve ever had the displeasure of using,” the woman complains as she strips off her latex uniform, leaving the pieces in the empty hallway. “Why can’t one of the warriors from one of the nearby cities come and face me? They would make excellent playthings.”

As she enters a spacious, dark-themed throne room—still stark naked—she takes a seat on the crystal throne, letting her warm body cool off on the icy surface of her crystal seat.

Within the flickering, yet bright torch light of the throne room, her features are clearly visible. Obsidian, flaming hair flows down her back and ruby irises peer up at the glass ceiling as she ponders an idea. Her skin is smooth like silk and shining with a peachy tone. Her curves are absolutely perfect, from her D-size breasts to her plump, firm yet soft butt.

With nothing else to do, the queen raises a hand and snaps her fingers, summoning a man dressed in a leathery gimp suit from the double doors to her left. He whimpers and pouts like a wounded dog and comes to his mistress's side. His vision is obscured by a thick, black blindfold and a ball gag is stuffed into his maw, forcing him to choke back on his cries of desperation and anguish. A spiked collar is around to his neck and a leash extends from it, which the queen grasps firmly in her hand, twirling it around her fingers.

"Oh, Michael, what ever am I going to do?" the queen asks. She yanks the panting slave up to the armrest of her throne and pulls the rubber gag off of his mouth. "Do you have any idea how to pass the time?"

"Arf! Arf!" the man barks in response.

He sticks his tongue out and, without warning, attempts to jump onto his mistress but she quickly grabs him by the neck, hindering his attack.

"You stupid mutt," she hisses as she glares daggers at the drooling slave. "Do not ever attempt to assault me like that again!" She tightens her grip on her toy's throat but lets go the moment she sees his skin turning blue. "Well...since you want to lick something, you can start off with this..."

Spreading her legs open, she reveals her perfect, wet pussy to the drooling slave. The man begins to sniff and his nose begins to twitch as he slowly approaches the succulent crevice. Like a parched mongrel, he dives on in and begins lapping away at her succulent snatch.

"Oh, yes. Good doggy," the queen moans in pleasure.

The slave's tongue laps away at her moist folds, savoring the glazed juices coating every inch of her delectable sex. His tongue circles the perimeter of her labia, managing to flick the protruding clit, and sending a jolt of pleasure up his mistress's body. Sensing that his queen enjoyed that spot, the slave continues to play with the sensitive protuberance, further pleasing her.

"Fuck, Michael! Good boy!" the queen screams in elation.

Although it's only her clit being stimulated, it feels too damn good. Almost no one hits that spot or just forgets it exists and continues teasing her labia or her depths. But Michael, good boy Michael, he knows how to please his queen; he makes sure to get every inch of her. He touches her moist lips, up to the bulging clit, and into the most sensitive parts of her depths; that's what makes him the best fuck toy out of her entire collection. At least, for fellatio.

"My queen!" a voice shouts from ahead.

The queen looks forth from her toy to see a guard clad head to toe in obsidian armor peeking through a set of double doors. Slightly annoyed by the intrusion, the queen kicks Michael away from her crotch, sending him sprawling across the floor. Disregarding his groans of pain, the queen permits the guard to enter.

"What is it?" she asks annoyedly. "I was in the middle of something."

The guard enters the room and shuts the doors behind him. He runs up to the queen and stops halfway before kneeling before her regal presence.

"My queen, we have received news that a new group of warriors have slaughtered a group of slimes in the Holy Plains and are residing in the village of Impekka," the guard informs. "They are beginner level and are comprised of at least seven females, each a unique class."

The queen raises a curious eyebrow at the information and wicked smile spreads across her lips. "Oh? And what's so interesting about this group that I haven't seen before?"

"Well, each of them are the classic members of a party: gunslinger, bard, rogue, mage, etc," the guard replies. "However, one of them appears to be a dark mage."

The queen's eyes widen in surprise at this revelation and her wicked smile grows wider. "A dark mage?" she squeals with joy. "I haven't seen a dark mage in eons! Has she been corrupted in any way yet?"

The guard shakes his head, much to the matriarch's displeasure. "I'm afraid she hasn't unlocked any dark magic in her grimoire yet. The dark mage and the rest of her party are at very low levels."

"Oh, a shame," the matriarch sighs with dissatisfaction. "All well. Only time shall tell when she uses her dark magic and becomes corrupted by her ignorance. For now, don't do anything to them. Let them increase in strength first and then I shall have her come to me, like a fly to a spider's web."

"Of course, your majesty." With that, the guard ends his report and exits stage left, leaving the queen to her own business.

"Michael, you leave as well," she commands. "You've done enough for me."

Michael whimpers disappointingly but obeys his mistress and exits through the double doors to the left, leaving the queen in solitude.

In the deafening silence and the utter loneliness of the throne room, the Queen of Lust reaches a hand to her loins and begins to massage her thirsting folds. Her index and ring digits stroke the puffy outer labia while the middle finger gently enter between her inner lips, pleasuring the moist center and barely touching the sensitive button at the top.

"A dark mage," she whispers to herself. "It's been forever since I've come face to face with their kind. So easily swayed, so easy to toss into unfathomable lust and desire. She shall be mine!"

Unable to appease her rising libido with such mediocre and gentle techniques, she increases her vigor, ravaging her pussy and achieving the stimulation she's desired. Still using her index and ring fingers to rub her lips, her middle finger begins to penetrate her moist, pink center. The conjoined movements of each finger—rubbing and penetrating, sliding and jabbing—send waves of pleasure up the queen's spine.

Gripping her bosom and roughly pinching the brail nipple, the mix of physical sensations and lascivious thoughts brewing in her mind bring her closer to orgasm. Her imagination runs wild, wondering what she could do to such a precious, rare specimen. Use a set of whips and knives to test her pain tolerance? Perhaps have her replace Michael or one of the other fuck toys in her harem? The possibilities are endless and shall occur in due time.

With one final push, the dam breaks, letting a flood of ecstasy rush through the matriarch's veins as she achieves a blissful orgasm. Her walls convulse and grip the intruding digits, preventing them from exiting the warm confines. Her legs close up around her hand and buckle up, locking the appendage in place. Her entire body begins to convulse and twitch with delight; with her hand buried within her depths, it continues to spasm around the sensitive walls, further coaxing out orgasm after orgasm.

Forcefully prying her legs apart, the matriarch extracts her unruly hand from her crotch, stopping the surge of ecstasy and allowing her to rest. She does her best to catch her breath and relax within the cool air of the throne room. Raising her drenched hand up to eye level to analyze it, she marvels at the glossy juices dripping from the digits and bridging each of them together.

"If just the thought of having you by my side is enough to do this..." she mutters as her mind begins to blank, "...I can only imagine what will happen when you're actually here, my little fuck toy."