Author note: every Character depicted in this story is over the age of 18.
The local clock tower struck midnight as Baron Kantz arrived at the rendez-vous point, a small alcove carved into the walls of a seedy alley, in the shadows of Havenstar's Temple District.
The chubby nobleman shivered in cold, despite his thick furr coat, and looked both ways, making sure no one was watching.
He didn't like to be out without his security detail.
He pressed his hand against the runes discretely inscribed on the wall, and the secret arcane symbol glowed dark green. This caused the bricks in the wall to rearrange themselves and form an entrance, with dark granite stairs leading down into the bowels of the city.
He painfully made his way deep down the narrow staircase, nearly tumbling to his death several times. The light was getting scarcer the further he went down. He finally arrived to the bottom, and paced quickly through a long and wide tunnel, lined with spiked metal doors, from which screams of pain and pleasure, as well as sounds of spanking and whipping could be heard echoing through the labyrinth. Several imposing armored guards stared him down on his way, but silently let him by. They were all much physically fitter than he was, and could easily break him in half if She decided so.
After navigating the maze of hallways and doors for what seemed like an eternity, he eventually made it to a huge double iron door, where two menacing Goliaths were standing watch. One of them cracked the doors open, and stood aside, allowing the sweaty fat man to enter.
He awkwardly stepped into a vast chamber with pristine white marble floors, and high vaulted ceilings, held by rows of ornate columns, to which hundreds of skonsses were attached, shedding dancing lights throughout Karla Von Payne's private dungeon.
At the center of the chamber, the fearsome Duchess sat on her bejewled throne, wearing nothing but a black velvet cape, and iron stilletos. Her thick, curvy and lubed body on full display, she currently held a golden chalice in one hand, and a gem-incrusted glass dildo in the other, which she was masturbating with, sliding it slowly in and out of her juicy cunt.
One of her servant girls was lovingly combing her cascading silver hair, and applying conditioning balm to her curved black horns.
Despite her centuries of existence, the Duchess had maintained a body worthy of worship. Her bright red skin, toned legs and giant breasts glistened under the dancing lights. She had bronze tassels clamped on to her hard nipples.
All around her, dozens of nude men were
chained to the columns in a circle, blindfolded and gagged. Their cocks were attached to mechanical milking devices, which stroked them constantly, making them ejaculate loudly and repeatedly into crystal receptacles, all interconnected and converging into a large golden bathtub at the center of the circle.
