The Inquisitor

The princess hurried up from her chambers, the long chest tucked tightly under her arm. As she reached the ground level, the sounds of pleasure nearly overwhelmed her. She changed course, detouring through the deserted kitchens, through passageways and corridors, until she found herself climbing the stair within the Queen's tower.

As she passed a narrow window, she caught sight of the orgy below in the courtyard.

The Revel, in all its carnal glory, spread out below her. For a moment, her sex longed to join the teeming mass of quivering flesh, to let herself be pulled down among them, to succumb to touches and kisses and thrustings. She shook away these thoughts and hurried on.

Racing along, she reached the Queen's chambers as the High Moon came out from behind a cloud. Bright moonlight streamed in the arrowlets and window as she hurried toward the Queen's chambers.

As she entered, she found the Queen lounging upon her tremendous bed. She was again wearing the shimmery, gauzy garment which she'd worn on their first encounter. She was a vision of lust upon her great bed, devouring the princess as she entered breathless.

Up from the courtyard below, the sounds of pleasure wafted in on a slight breeze. Immediately, the princess felt her sex grow hot and anxious. Her nostrils filled with a heady, swooning scent, and she felt the irresistible pull of the Queen's desire.

"Where have you been!" snapped the Queen. "I've been lying here awaiting your arrival, listening to the lust of those wretches below forever... Maddening!" she cried.

"Come her now, and serve me, you slattern!"

The princess obeyed, loosing her gown and letting it slip from her shoulders, falling to the floor in a heap. She climbed up into the great bed, bringing the long case with her.

"What is that?" asked the Queen harshly.

"My master has fashioned you a new plaything, my mistress." said the princess, very coy and alluring.

Immediately, the Queen's ire diminished, and she fumbled at the latch to get it open.

As she did so, the princess undid the Queen's golden lacings, freeing her tremendous breasts, suckling each in turn. The milk they produced was bitter and warm, but the princess drank from them all the same.

As the Queen freed the device from its chest, she held it aloft, marveling.

"My goodness..." she breathed. "T'is truly... large, is it not?"

The princess agreed, and the Queen turned to her.

"Perhaps I should instruct you with it." sneered the Queen.

"Ooo... that may take a bit of getting used to, my mistress." cooed the princess.

"But pray, my Queen... allow me to pleasure you with it first. Surely you are most anxious, hearing the moans and wails of desire for so long, without satisfaction."

She knew just what words to say, and the Queen lay back, sliding off her shimmery garment, revealing her sopping wet sex.

The princess licked the head of the device with her pink tongue. She slathered it with her saliva, sliding her hands along its massive girth, making it slick and shiny. Then she planted her mouth upon the Queen, exploring her wetness with her mouth and flickering tongue. The Queen quivered with delight as the princess pleasured her with her mouth.

From below, the level of moans and wails and grunts increased. As the princess began to slide the massive device into the Queen, lascivious images of the orgy below began to drift into her mind. She knew it to be the work of the Queen, drawing power from the lust below, but she let them come.

The device proved almost too much for even the Queen, but in the end, it began to stretch inside her. As she began to fuck the Queen with the huge cock, she allowed the images of sex and lust flow over her.

Here an image of a thick cock, popping from a sloppy mouth, long strings of saliva connecting its head to her wet lips. Here a woman's ass impaled on a cock, while another woman fingered her sex mercilessly. Here a woman sucking two cocks, her mouth stretched around them as they thrusted in and out. Here a hand stroking a cock until hot seed flew from it.

The Queen squirmed and moaned as the princess skewered her with the device. At first the Queen was stretched terribly, but now she pounded down upon it, moaning and panting as it drove into her.

From below, more images of hot desire rose up. Here a man sliding into a woman as she gorged herself on another. Here a woman sucking hard on another's nipples. Here a man came on the face of the woman servicing his member. From all sides flew images of breasts, of cocks, of asses and of seed.

Inside the Queens' chambers, the princess fed the device deeper and deeper into the Queen. Impossibly deep, and deeper still, all the while, she moaned and writhed upon it as it slid further in.

"You fuck me, you whore!" cried the Queen. "Fuck me hard with it... Oh OH OHHH fill me with it!"

The princess obeyed, ramming the Queen with the huge rod.

More images in her mind now... of Lord Tymrill, surrounded by writhing bodies, pleasured by four women, one at each of his nipples, two more fighting to see who could service his cock better, drifted through her mind. Another sight of the Champion of the Lance, driving his pole deep into a lady-in-waiting from behind, his hands buried in her hair, pulling it. Her face was turned to look at him as he pounded her, her face a mask of pure delight.

From the perimeter of the courtyard came images of the surly men of the Queen, faces angry and jealous, lying in wait for the men to be overcome, to swoop in and destroy them.

"Fuck me, whore!" cried the Queen, and the princess drove the device in further.

From outside, huge claps of thunder and lighting began to crash all about, and the princess knew the Queen was growing close. Her legs were drawn up in a great V as she held her feet wide apart as the princess slid the device in and out, in and out.

Outside, the iniquity rose to a fever pitch as the thunder and lighting crashed. Cocks driven in deep, multiple partners, women with every opening filled up with cock. Women lapped at each other as their breasts were came upon. Sperm flew like moths, into mouths, across backs, into asses and upon hard nipples.

High above, in the Queen's chambers, the air crackled with energy. The princess now made rough breathing sounds as she forced the huge device into the Queen again and again, her own fingers flying on her clit.

"Give it to me, whore! Ram me with it!" came the moaning wail of the Queen.

As a tremendous clap of thunder boomed, the Queen came upon the gargantuan device. Lighting struck the castle, sending chucks of stone and masonry into the crowd below, but the orgy continued unabated.

The Queen was racked with an earth-shaking orgasm. The device was impossibly far inside of her, she came and came and came, her walls tightening, tightening, contracting until...

With a sickening crunch, the paper-thin glass of the device gave way, slicing into the Queen from within. The deadly poison slipped its cage, and entered the Queen at every slice. Her back arched and she screamed a terrible, strangling cry. She began to convulse upon the bed as the princess backed away.

Her face was contorted in pain as she fixed the princess with a bony finger. "You... you dirty whore... what have you done to me!"

She flopped back against her silk pillow, wallowing like a fish out of water. She tried to extract the device, only slicing herself more, tearing at it, poisoning her blood further.

"Filthy... fucking ...slut... kill you for... aaiee, the burning!" gagged the writhing form that, until moments ago, had been the terrible and powerful Belladonna.

She strangled and flopped upon her bed as the poison wound its evil course. Slowly, her skin began to change.

What had once been supple and smooth began to wrinkle and gray. Her beautiful face aged a hundred years in a moment, her plump lips shriveling and drawing up, baring her teeth in a grotesque death's-head. Her lovely golden hair grew white and fell out in clumps, leaving ugly ragged patches in her scalp.

The princess could watch this horror no more, turning her face away from the terrible sight, clenching her eyes shut tight. From the bed, the pitiful wails of the Queen intensified, screams and howls and horrible wet choking gargles, before at last dying away with a hideous rattle.

- - -

From outside, the thunder died away, as did the sounds of lust. The frenzy was over, the spell broken. Without the evil command of the Queen, her surly men seemed indecisive and unsure of themselves. Even thoroughly sated, the Kinsmen of the King were quite formidable, and the surly men of the Queen decided upon retreat, leaving the naked mass of bodies to regain their senses.

The princess kept her eyes shut tight. All sound within the room dyed away, and the terrible electric crackle in the air dissipated.

When she at last opened them, she found her master, the Inquisitor, standing beside her. Again, his haggard appearance shocked her. If it was possible, his hair had grown even whiter, and his skin had taken on a frightening paleness.

"You... you have done well, princess." His voice was distant and indistinct. "Hurry, my love... there is no time to lose! The moon is nearly finished her transit of the sky!"

"Quickly, princess... the key!" he cried.

The princess approached the Queen's bed slowly. Upon it lay the ruined corpse of the evil Queen. As if a great fire had consumed it, her skin was charred black as coal. Her head craned back, standing out on bare ligaments and gobbets of flesh.

With a trembling hand, she grasped the key which hung 'round the dead Queen's throat. She tore it free, and the Queen's head came dislodged, rolling down her burned body and bouncing off onto the floor. As it struck the stone, her skull cracked, hideous black fluid spilling from it.

Screaming, the princess dashed from the chamber, the key tightly clenched in her hand.

Down, down they raced, princess and master. They reached her chambers in moments, the princess dashing to retrieve her hidden key to the stairs from its concealment. They flung the massive door open and dashed together up the hidden stair.

Below them, the steps led to the dragon-hold, but these led up, a path the princess had never ventured.

As they raced upward, the princess noted the small clumps of the white sand the Inquisitor constantly was leaving behind. Even now as they ran, she could see his form growing less clear.

At last, they reached the top, a short landing, leading to a massive oak door. Carved into it was the great seal of the dragon, as below in the dragon-hold.

Just near the great doorway stood a great cauldron, filled nearly to the brim with the whitest sand. It was before this the Inquisitor stopped and stood very still.

As she turned breathless, she beheld his solemn face, tiny grains of sand dripped from his hair.

"We have reached the end of our road, you and I." he said, his voice gravely. "You have completed your tasks and learned your lessons well. No longer shall you go un-named."

"From the day forward, your name shall be Laurel, beautiful and strong. You are now Queen of all this land; the realm belongs to you."

Laurel's mouth fell open and she gazed at him. Slowly, he lifted his crumbling hands to his face and removed his golden filigreed mask.

In an instant, his entire body crumbled into white sand, cascading down about her feet in a great heap. His shape fell away, melting like sands through an hourglass, leaving not even a trace of the man she had known as Master.

From the silence came whispered words. "Go now, my love. Use the key and go in unto him, while there is still time, Go now!"

"Your destiny lies within."