Mistress Roberts' Dungeon was the finest in Hollywood. From her double-throne she surveyed the orgy, her hand resting on the flaccid lightsaber of a striking black actor. She was very much the Queen, in her forties and still an extremely pretty woman. She wore red leather, her breasts thrust up in an uncomfortable corset, boots to her thighs. With one hand she stroked her consort's weapon, with the other she caressed the leather hood of the Gimp as he knelt with his head on her thigh.
Around the room, on chairs or beds or rugs, her guests enjoyed her hospitality and the orifices of her dozen slaves, all gorgeous men and women, serving their apprenticeships here in Hollywood. The Gimp watched that Scientologist pecker fucking a teenage starlet while his ex-wife wriggled her ginger muff on the girl's mouth. The fat black comedienne lay on her belly whooping with joy while two pretty boys shoved their tongues, one up her cunt and the other up her arse. The skinny senator bitch knelt between three studs and urged them to unload greater volumes of cum on her face and tits.
When the black man's cock began to stir, Mistress Roberts pushed the Gimp away and turned her attention to the monster awakening in her hand. Immediately the 70s actor called the Gimp over to the couch where the Bride was sucking his dick. "Watch and learn, baby," the 70s star said. The Bride made room for the Gimp, who obediently took the star's old cock in his mouth. "Yeah, you like my magnum," the 70s star said, spreading his hairy legs as the Gimp sucked him like a pro. "They say it's Orlando Blood under that hood," said the 70s star. "They say the Mistress got photos of him fucking hobbits, that's how she got him here."