It takes the Warlock a month to arrive at court. The king bound by his duties has manfully done his best to satisfy his queen but is fast approaching exhaustion and the queens' mood is not joyful. Finally and in great secrecy the two men meet in the kings chamber. The warlock produces a heavy and fat magic wand the king looks at the baton mystified. The wizard explains he won the wand from the Porn fairy at poker it was her favourite wand. Using the magic words "shag me baby shag me" he twists the wand at the bottom. The wand springs fanatically to life on the table, astonished the king jumps back in alarm. The king cannot for the life of him see what this ugly and noisy wand now hideously gyrating will do for his predicament but the wizard assures him that the Porn fairy swore by its powers and is inconsolable at its loss.
That night a somewhat sceptical king invites his queen to his chamber. The queen makes a special effort with her attire in an attempt to encourage and reward the kings' endeavours. She wears her hair up and her tallest heels. Abstaining from underwear she chooses a full-length figure hugging ruby red dress of the finest and flimsiness silk. The dress is slashed high to the left hip, revealing an immodest blaze of exposed flesh. A sleek black fur cloak with a lengthy train fastens about her neck. The outfit is completed with an intricate black feline mask encrusted with emeralds. Queen Ria glides into the king's bedroom like an imperial vamp. The king is stunned by his wife's theatrical entrance and unadulterated sexual magnetism if only he were younger.
To his incredulous wife he shows the magic wand, tells her the magic words and shows the twist that brings it to life. Both stare amazed at the wand as it buzzes off the table onto the floor. The queen braver than her husband picks up the wand from the floor. The sensation is not unpleasant; she holds it to her arm then her neck finally her nose. It's if the wand had a mind of its own as it travels down the queens' body. It stops between her legs, the queen; eyes wide open yet oblivious to the king lets the wand stroke the silk at her most vulnerable area. Now shutting her eyes she lets out a subtle sigh, the king afraid rushes to the queens aid she beats him off immediately.
The queen now sitting on the bed with cape and mask discarded, dress hiked up to her waist is letting the wand caress her most intimately. The king has to watch as his wife sucks in her cheeks, cross-eyed and rocking dementedly she finally cries in anguish. Terrified he tries to comfort his wife while wrestling the wand from her grasp, but the wands power is too great and it pulls the queen away and over onto her stomach. Still between the royal thighs the wand exhorts a strange becalming stillness in the queen. Little by little the wands magic starts again and the queen becomes more animated, writhing around the bed as the wand casts another spell. Over and over the wands entices the queen deeper into its dark magic and despite the aged kings best efforts he is unable to tear the wand away.
By morning the wand has stopped, the queen at peace. His nightmare over the king sleeps. When he awakes his naked queen is fast asleep in his arms. The wand is nowhere to be seen. A formidable spell has been cast and the young queen is far less arduous on her poor elderly husband and so they all lived happily ever after, err not quite.
A mere three nights later worried servants wake the king. The queen is in frenzy and demands to see the king. The king with his vocabulary about to be enlarged is led not to her majesties chamber but down to the dungeon. Even from a distant he hears the unmistakable crack of a whip and the howl of pain from its victim this is no sexual game. The king enters the torture chamber to see a shackled and bloody wizard, who is now dreadfully regretting his decision to accept the king, offers of hospitably. The queen blind with rage cracks the whip again, she needs only one question answered, "What the fucking hell are re-chargeable batteries?"
