Willow tightened the straps holding Jack of Hearts wrists to the pegging horse till the flesh turned first bright crimson then the palest shade of blue. Normally the recipient would be expected to react vocally in some way but the insertion of a pair of her freshly soiled panties before the usual ball gag completely silenced any lamentations from being more than a slightly annoying murmur.
"Some fucking Prince you are you dirty fairy!"
Jack got off on this kind of verbal abuse and to be honest Willow found the expression of her true feelings towards her soon to be husband quite cathartic.
"Good job your subjects cant see you now with your asshole begging for dildo and your cock in a nice tight chastity cage."
Willow gripped Jacks already tight scrotum in her hand and squeezed till his rectum almost turned inside out. Taking the open opportunity she pushed the rubber hose a good ten inches into the depths before squeezing the bottle of soapy water hard enough to ensure a thorough cleanse. Willow was very proud of her collection of strap on attachments and the mere thought of them being tarnished by this whale's foulness was too much to bare.
"let's leave that to percolate for a few minutes shall we?"
The plug pushed into Jacks orifice quite easily ensuring a good tight seal. Willow sat on the stool immediately in front of Jacks very red and swollen face and calmly started to manipulate her heavily ringed clitoris.
"You do know your dirty cock is never getting near this honey pot again don't you? I would rather be fucked by the grimiest tramp in the sewers than by you."
Jack was obviously in some discomfort as his penis tried to swell in its confining cage with nowhere to go.
"Guard!"
Willow waited for the guard whom she had particularly requested be posted by the dungeon door to approach close enough for Jack to clearly see his naked erect cock.
"Now Jack this is a cock to be proud of. Much bigger than your little twig and so thick and heavily veined."
In order to make her point even planer Willow stroked the guards ample manhood with the fingers of one hand whilst fondling his twin gems of plenty with the other palm.
"Jacky boy want a good stiff cock in his asshole does he?"
Willow had no difficulty making the words sound disdainful in the extreme. She had no intention of allowing Jack to feel any real pleasure this evening except the twisted form he got from being ridiculed and cuckolded.
"Mister Guard has a very thick long curved cock. I bet your ass would scream mercy as it got properly rammed. Balls feel full up too. Want a nice bowel full of guard cream?"
Jack had started salivating to such a degree that the drool was dripping from the bottom half of the ball gag like a badly adjusted facet.
"Maybe we should open the box for Mister Guard and let him take a spin of the wheel?"
This was Willows favorite part of the game and she felt the giddy rush of adrenalin as she slowly undid the latches that held the top of the large wooden box in place. Gesturing the Guard to take hold of the far two handles they lifted the lid clear and placed it leaned against the dungeon wall. The guard gasped either from pleasure or horror but to be honest Willow really didn't care. Certainly it was an interesting sight exposed to his eyes and would have made many a cock soft in a second but Willows firm grip around the base of his penis ensured a continuing erection.
"Let me introduce you to my oldest friend and ex-partner Imogen. Excuse the rudeness of her not saying hello but I had her vocal chords removed. Saves on unnecessary chitter chatter."
The Guards eyes were traveling over the exhibit with a mixture of unfathomable desire and disgust. Imogen lay on a four spoked rimless wheel, her arms and legs seemingly merging with the supports in an unholy metamorphosis. Her labia lips were laced open by use of rings strategically placed on her inner thighs and her lips equally spread through the clever use of nasal and chin rings.
"I had to amputate her legs below the knee to get the box to shut."
Willow liked giving the tour, especially when she knew Imogen was eager to be penetrated. The longer she spoke the more the bitch had to wait.
"I can highly recommend her cunt and her ass they both have been properly scoured then rifled. Both right hand threads."
Willow was quite happy to feel the Guards cock pulse in her hand at the mention of rifling.
"She gives very good head, especially since I opened the nasal passages a little. Hardly gags at all."
Oh yes the guards sausage was throbbing nicely now.
"So if you would like to spin the wheel we will see which of the holes gets first thrust."
The Guard spun the wheel, not really as hard as Willow would have liked and rather predictably it stopped with Imogen's asshole and cunt perfectly aligned for penetration. The Guard thrust into the flared labia with perfect precision before proceeding to pump with all the focus he could muster.
"No, no, NO!"
Even in the throes of rutting Willows voice stopped the Guard stone cold.
"You assholes really don't understand the rules do you. The only one who gets to fuck around here is ME."
The Guards scream was actually louder than either Willow, Imogen or Jack Expected. Certainly Willows strap on dildo was thick and long and yes she hadn't bothered to use any form of lubrication, but even so they all expected a Palace Guard to take unexpected anal penetration with a certain amount of decorum.
"You fucking wimp."
Willow had the guards love handles spiked with her stick on metal talons and was using them as purchase to get a good piston action going. Imogen for her part was moaning as much as a de-voice boxed whore could manage as the Guards goodly sized wanger stroked her rifled interior. Jack, poor Jack was weeping and ejaculating at the same time watching the scene of perfect cuckold heaven unravel before his eyes. Even in the tight confines of the steel chastity device his scrotum managed to pump watery semen along his double folded flaccid penis and to fall stickily onto the floor below.
It was about this time that the motley crew, meaning Hatter and his entourage of deviant companions as opposed to the rock band of the same name reached the outskirts of Heartsville. The confusion over the name was explained by a rather crude line drawn through the sign 'Heartingdon' in red paint with 'Heartsville' crudely scrawled below.
"Now remember everyone, when we get to the Raj Emporium leave all the talking to me. You girls pay no attention to the owner whatsoever, in fact you had better put cotton wool buds in your ears."
Alice looked to Celia and Doreen for some form of explanation, but obviously Hatters words were as much a mystery to them as to her.
"That smells like Curry."
Celia managed to form the few words between the high pitched screams coming from her mouth. Alice of course remembered the pungent odor from her culinary machinations as an awful cook and far worse paying customer.
"Smells like a mix of piss and diarrhea to me."
Neither Pete nor Dan had any knowledge of cuisine outside the dairy aisle, certainly nothing from the sub continent.
"Just stop talking all of you. The proprietor gets very touchy about racist comments."
Alice considered throwing Hatter a question but decided now was not the time to argue especially as having to release Celia's clitoris from between her teeth wasn't on her immediate agenda having only just recently thrown her to the floor to start a feeding frenzy. Hatter just grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off like a terrier from a bleeding rat.
"No fucking time Alice, people to see and Jacks to peg don't you know! Celia's cunt will be in exactly the same spot in an hour or so and wipe your mouth, a red mustache doesn't suit you."
The Raj Emporium was both quaint and at the same time commercialism personified. The bay windows were made up of small pains of leaden glass, each one however bearing an advertisement for some wondrous hokum cure all. The shop, according to the publicity, could improve anything from penile dysfunction to all out rampant cunt rot with but the small outlay of a few coins.