“You know, the dog was just licking that, maybe he left some of his ball musk after licking himself, and that is what you taste,”
Episode 41 – WARLOCK’S DEN
“…My Queen, You will really allow me to collect samples from You. Thank You and please step out of the circle and lay on this table,” asks Thaumaturgist Abrant Torres pointing with his hand.
“You are not going to strap Me down in that contraption are you,” ask the Queen?
“Oh no My Queen, You are doing this voluntarily, there is no need to strap You,” says Mr. Torres as he puts his robe back on, and the Queen is still naked.
“I am not even going to ask if you have strapped some involuntarily. Have you killed before Mr. Torres?”
“My Queen, such a personal question, would You want me to ask You that?”
“I think I have My answer,” says the Queen.
The Queen lays on Mr. Torres’s torture table of sorts, and She places Her legs in the stirrup type extensions. Mr. Torres gathers containers and steps beside the table and uses a syringe and takes the Queen’s blood and then refrigerates it. He plucks six hairs from the Queen’s head.
“Fuck! What are you going to do with this stuff,” asks the Queen?
“From You My Queen, I could probably cure baldness with one of Your hairs,” answers Mr. Torres.
Mr. Torres brings over another device and pulls up a stool and sits in between the Queen’s legs at Her pussy. He plucks six pubic hairs.
“Mother fucker, that hurts like hell,” says the Queen rubbing Her pussy hair.
“Sorry My Queen, I am so excited to be collecting so much from You. I am trying to get the hard stuff out of the way,” says Mr. Torres, as he collects tears brought on by the pubic hair removal, and he walks to the side of the table again and asks:
“Can you spit in this?”
The Queen spits in the container and Mr. Torres stores it. He then collects ear wax, and nostrils swabs. He lifts the Queen’s arm and smells Her armpit.
“Alright pervertski, what are you doing now,” asks the Queen?
“You are nervous and perspiring My Queen, and I want a sample, but I don’t want antiperspirants in it, but You do not wear anything do You, not even perfume. You are truly a wonderful woman,” says Mr. Torres as he gathers the Queen’s perspiration from both armpits.
Mr. Torres looks over the Queen’s body diligently, moving Her breasts around, looking at Her fingers, arms, down to Her legs, feet, and toes. The Queen asks:
“This feels kind of good, but what are you doing now?”
“My Queen, I wanted a skin sample, but You have no calloused or dead layers of skin, not even cuticles. How do You accomplish this?”
“Mira keeps My body this way.”
“Amazing. Perhaps You could get her to provide me a sample?”
Mr. Torres sits on his stool in between the Queen’s legs again and asks:
“Do you think You could pee?”
“Damn, you know, this is kind of fun in a way.”
Mr. Torres pulls the device in and places a special cup around the Queen’s pussy, and She pees, and he collects it. He gets up and stores that container and rinses the apparatus with a special mixture of his creation, and he cleans the Queen’s pussy also – deliberately slow. He sits and places the special cup over the Queen’s pussy again, and he inserts a device through the cup and turns it on, and it starts to vibrate the Queen’s clit.
“Now you are just having fun, uh, uhhh, aren’t you, mmm,” asks the Queen?
“My Queen, I won’t lie this is arousing, but I want to collect Your vaginal secretions too,” answers Mr. Torres.
After about six minutes the Queen orgasms. Mr. Torres removes that container and stores it and rinses the apparatus again. He reattaches the cup, and he inserts a second device that penetrates the Queen’s pussy, and he turns both devices on and vibrates Her clit and “G” spot.
“Once, ahhh, ahhhh, was not enough for you, mmm, mmm, Mr. Torres?”
“It’s a long shot, but I may be able to collect a small amount of ejaculant this time,” answers Mr. Torres.
“I will, ohhh, do you one better than that,” and about five minutes later, the Queen orgasms and squirts.
“Oh, My Queen, this is wonderful,” says Mr. Torres, as he collects and stores that container.
“Are you done Mr. Torres?”
“I suppose so. You might not agree to the rest.”
“Ask Me you damn weirdo.”
“Well, I want a sperm sample? I would like two, but there needs to be three days in between the ejaculation.”
“I don’t have sperm,” states the Queen.
“No, it would be my sperm, but harvested with Your additives.”
“Like how?”
“Well, one from Your mouth, and another from Your vagina. Maybe one day, one also from your anus.”
“You want Me to suck your dick and spit? Why don’t you just jack off in the container I spit in,” asks the Queen?
“He-he, it is like a brew with the right ingredients and mixture My Queen. The sperm comes out at the right temperature and peak freshness, and then mixes with Your saliva. I could probably inseminate a barren woman with Your mixture and produce an amazing child.”
“Fuck it! Whip that pecker of yours out.”
The Queen sucks Mr. Torres’s 6” dick until he cums, and she spits it in the container. It only took three minutes. The Queen asks:
“Is that all?”
“Unless You want to give me a stool sample,” asks Mr. Torres?
“You want My shit? Not just all My shit I just gave you, but My actual shit? What will you do with My shit?”
“I will dry it out and use it in potions.”
“Give Me the damn bag, and I will be right back,” and the Queen goes into the bathroom.
She returns and hands Mr. Torres a bag of Her shit. The Queen calls out:
“Mira, can you come in here?”
“Yes, My Queen,” says Mira as she forms in Mr. Torres’s den.
“Clean Me, especially My ass, and provide skin samples, nail clippings, cuticle matter, leg, arm, eyebrow, and eyelash hair to Mr. Torres,” says the Queen, and Mira does so.
The Queen attires and Mr. Torres says:
“Thank You so much My Queen. If I may be of any assistance in Your endeavors, please let me know. I will not hesitate to serve You.”
“I will, you creep, and I am coming back in three days so you can stick your pecker in My pussy and get your other sperm sample.”
“Thank You My Queen,” says Mr. Torres, and the Queen and Mira teleport to Her chambers.
“Kiss My breasts baby, My milk is gone,” says the Queen to Mira as She removes Her attire.
Mira body fucks the Queen to orgasm, and then penetrates Her pussy with a thick 10” cock like the Queen likes, and she fucks Her into another orgasm. Afterwards they are laying naked in the bed kissing, and the Queen is so satisfied being held and loved completely by Mira again, and Mira is equally ecstatic. The Queen falls asleep, and Mira goes dormant, and they are in a lover’s embrace melting into Mira’s warm slimy matrix.
Mira shifts back to female form. The Queen, still half asleep, thinks She must be dreaming, or She knows what ever is happening is pleasing Her pussy. She spreads Her legs, and the feeling is more intense. Her pussy is being licked and it feels so good. She opens Her eyes and looks, and She sits up in the bed and says:
“God damn it Scorpius, don’t fucking lick My pussy!”
Scorpius (a German shepherded that is almost full grown) barks once, and the Queen understands what the dog is thinking.
“I don’t give a shit if you like pussy, go lick Bada’s pussy. You need permission first, you can’t just lick someone’s pussy as you please,” says the Queen, and Scorpius snorts and leaves.
“Fucking dog! Shit, I thought I was dreaming and some chick with a long tongue was giving Me the, what for, in a dynamic way,” says the Queen.
“Did it feel good baby,” asks Mira?
“In the dream, yes; but I don’t want to fuck a dog.”
Aries walks in naked and crawls in the bed between the Queen’s thighs, and she opens her mouth and takes the Queen’s pussy in, and she closes her lips on it, and shakes her head back and forth. Aries says:
“I have eaten a lot of pussy for You in the last year, but none that tasted as good as Yours My Queen.”
“You know, the dog was just licking that, maybe he left some of his ball musk after licking himself, and that is what you taste,” says the Queen laughing.
“Maybe. It still tastes good, bitch. I wish I had time to eat it right, but we have to go,” says Aries.
“My Queen, Yamada Tarou is at the Teppanyaki Restaurant,” informs Mira.
“Fuck, I just got My body back to normal and now I have to leave it. I was wanting to get F’d in the A with a whole bag of D’s,” remarks the Queen.
The Queen moves quickly on top of Aries head, and She grabs Aries hair, and forces her to eat and suck Her pussy. She rubs her wet cunt down Aries breasts straightening her legs and they kiss. The Queen rolls off and soul possesses Aries and activates Aries’s mantas maid outfit, and She teleports into the Teppanyaki Restaurant conference room, where Hakushin Ryu is sitting alone (Yamada Tarou is his alias).
“Mr. Hakushin. What can I do for you today,” asks the Queen/Aries?
“I had scientists analyze a sample of that mercurial ore. They say it is much better to use with the cloaking system instead of the synthetic alloy in the plans You gave me. I know You have been stockpiling it from our bootleg operations. I want to renegotiate to procure the mercurial as well. You can keep three of the six WDSM cubes, and split the mercurial instead,” says Ryu.
“I don’t need the WDSM, I have plenty for now, but I do need the mercurial. I do not see where this deal is of a profit to Me,” replies the Queen.
“I have information You might be interested in. I know the Kempei Tai is watching a safehouse in the China Federation. They reported monitoring three men disappearing and reappearing at times just like You just did when You arrived. I believe this is related to the bombing at the FST courthouse. I know they were judging a Mercurian, and these three men certainly have the magic powers reportedly displayed by Mercurians,” informs Ryu.
“That is some good information. How about a thousand tons of mercurial weekly,” offers the Queen.
“I want 1,500 tons. The whole payment of James Nixon weekly. I know you are getting 2,500 tons from Augustus Valentine weekly. This ore will go a long way to grease my government to turn their heads from my operations,” counters Ryu.
“You know, I just give to the Russian mafia, and they never ask for anything, but the Yakuza just takes and wants more. I will also keep the WDSM that Augustus trades as well. That gives you James exclusively, and Me Augustus exclusively. Agreed,” asks the Queen (knowing Ryu’s information was wrong, Gus was up to 4,000 tons of mercurial a week)?
“I agree,” says Ryu, and Mikihara Reo brings in sake and they drink to seal the deal.
Two days later the Queen, Mira, and Lisa prepare to teleport to the safehouse after learning from Reo that the suspects were there now. Mira asks:
“You sure You want to go in Your body, baby?”
“Hell yes, I am decked out in my black battle gown suit and diamond tiara, and I look like an ominous Queen. I am going to shock and awe these three mother fuckers. Let’s go.”
They teleport into the safehouse, and the Queen blocks their abilities, and seeing them, She teleport transport links everyone back to the prison. Bayesian Taylor is waiting there to help keep an eye on the prisoners as the Vipers handcuff them. The Queen steps into the prison office and begins to melt some gold, and She gets out the papyrus paper for the preformatted Royal Decree. They bring the prisoners into the office, and She opens the sepia ink bottle and dips the quill, and She sings as She writes at the desk:
“Making the decree, you are no longer free. What are their names baby?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think they have IIId chips, at least none that respond to my pings,” answers Mira, as the Queen sings again.
“Using psychic persuasion to discover your appellations. Okay this mofo is…”
“Jasen Lowis,” says the first guy being forced in his mind by the Queen to reveal his name.
“Jasen Lowis, I got nothing to sing to go with,” hums the Queen, and She says:
“And you, mystery man number two?”
“Wes Mott My Adorable, Lovely Queen,” says the second guy as the Queen writes his name.
“Wow, I think he likes You My Queen,” says Bayesian.
“Don’t be silly, he wants to kill Me, that is why I forced him to say that,” remarks the Queen.
The Queen looks at the third guy, and She asks:
“And you, My handsome brother, what is your name, age, and cock size?”
“My name is Jermaine Robisun, and I am 23, and I don’t know about the last part, but I would like to fuck Your brains out,” answers the last guy with a puzzled look on his face, not comprehending what he just said because the Queen forced it.
The Queen signs and seals the royal Decree with Her seal in gold. She sits back in Her chair at the desk and looking at the three men she says:
“Okay, you are all My new guests at club pen. I want this to be a surprise, so let’s apport Jasen’s mantas attire first [and She does]. Hmm, normal thickness white pecker, kudos on the large man bush, but it makes your worm look small, er, smaller, I mean.
How about you Wes [and She apports his attire]? Dang little dong, 0 for 2 with another white guy pecker. Okay My Ṛddhi mid-knight, please don’t let Me down. I did this for a grand build up hoping you were the winner winner weenie dinner,” and the Queen apports Jermaine’s attire.
“Oh my god, do you think that is going to be huge when it is completely hard,” asks Bayesian?
“Damn! Mira, remove his pubic, leg, and chest hair,” orders the Queen and Mira does so.
“Baby, I want and exact measurement, so you need to use your lips,” says the Queen.
Mira sucks Jermaine’s big black cock, and he gets hard. Jermaine is experiencing trouble standing, having never had sex in his life, or an ejaculation. He has been in the temple since he was 10. He starts grunting, and he steadies himself buckling his knees and shaking, and holding Mira’s shoulders. Four minutes later he cums, and Mira slaps the floor with her hand in excitement. Jermaine cries out and says:
“Oh my god, it burns, but what a feeling!”
“Yeah, it gets a lot better with use, Tarzan. What is it baby, does he have like, mega sweet cum or something,” asks the Queen?
“No baby, it was just so thick and abundant, and really concentrated like I popped a seal or something. It was like eating thick pudding. Jermaine’s cock is 10.89” in length with a 6.45” girth,” informs Mira.
“Wow Tarzan! I’m Jane, and I will probably visit your cage later and swing on your vine. For all of you I am Queen Dianne. I have imprisoned you for aiding the murderer Willem Ladew in his escape. There will be no trial because you are not citizens of Earth. So, I will not be telling those dumbasses in the FST that I captured you.
You may have freed Mr. Ladew, but you are going to pay for it. These nice guards are going to escort you to your cells…Take Tarzan to a cell out of voice range of everyone else please. That way when he lets out his aahuaaa uaaa uaaaaaaaa ululating yell when I am swinging on his vine, they won’t hear it,” orders the Queen.
“Yes, My Queen,” answers one of the Vipers.
The next day the Queen teleports naked into Mr. Torres’s den unannounced. Mr. Torres has a 28-year-old man strapped to his table of torture and gagged. He stands from his stool between the man’s legs where he was about to go to work. The Queen is walking around and looking at the mystic and magical symbols drawn on the floor and walls. The Queen asks:
“Mira told me she smuggled a man in for you. What were you doing down there with this man? You weren’t sucking his cock were you Mr. Torres?”
“Ha-ha-ha, no, My Queen. He is a convict that was on death row and donated to the Vatican research department after his death. I was about to start removing his genitalia first. I will harvest most of his body, even his bones,” answers Mr. Torres.
“He is not dead Mr. Torres,” observes the Queen.
“A technicality. He is a murdering rapist. He is getting a special execution. It was not what the court verdict dictated, but he will still be dead when I am done My Queen,” explains Mr. Torres.
“This blood red paint you used on the floor for these symbols, did Mira program it into the matrix for you?”
“No, My Queen, it is blood. I drew the symbols and then Mira programmed the matrix to retain it.”
“Well, I came so you could cum in My pussy. Do you have a minute…or two, Mr. Torres?”
Mr. Torres removes his robe and is naked. He walks around in his den barefoot. He gets his collection device ready, and asks:
“Where would You like to do this My Queen? You can just bend over that table there if You like?”
The Queen walks over to the man strapped to the torture table, and rolls Mr. Torres’s stool and tray out of the way. She bends over and lays on the man, and She asks:
“Does this work Mr. Torres, My contraceptive shield has been reapplied, so enter My gate?”
“Oh, My Queen, You are enchanting my den with Your manner. His torment and terror would have bewitched this place indeed, but You are raising the charm,” answers Mr. Torres.
Mr. Torres fucks the Queen, as She lays across the prisoner with his flaccid penis rubbing Her tits. Mr. Torres cums in four minutes, and he slides the device up and holds the cup and extracts the sperm/vaginal fluid sample from the Queen’s pussy, and he stores it.
The Queen wants to watch the man die, and Mr. Torres says it will be a bit, but She still wants too. Mr. Torres puts his robe back on and repositions a table, and he convinces the Queen to give him an enema solution sample from Her rectum.
He lays Her on Her side on top of a catch pad and he tilts the table. He brings an IV pole over and hangs a bag of his special concoction. The Queen bends Her knees, and he lubes and inserts the tube. He walks back over to the prisoner and removes his gag. The man starts cursing and threatening them.
Mr. Torres pulls his stool and tray over and sits back between the man’s legs, and he starts surgically cutting the man’s scrotum. There is no anesthetic. The man starts to scream. Blood is being collected in catch basins under the table and where Mr. Torres is working. The Queen asks:
“What are you doing Mr. Torres?”
“My Queen, I will harvest all of his body. I am getting a scrotum sample, and I will remove his testis, the entire penis, glands, tubules, pubis, urinary bladder, anus; every part, up his body, even his brain,” answers Mr. Torres as he works, and the man screams loudly in terror, haunting this den with his cries.
Mr. Torres toils diligently for about 15 minutes and the man passes out, and it is quiet. After about thirty minutes the man’s heart stops, and Mr. Torres cuts the veins in the man’s neck and tilts the table, and the rest of his blood drains out.
Mr. Torres walks over and slowly squeezes the enema bag, and it is empty, and he removes the tube. He returns to the prisoner’s body, stores blood, and he starts cutting him open, and he collects organs and stores them. After an hour he tells the Queen she can get up and he stores Her excretion. The Queen calls Mira and she cleans the Queen. The Queens says:
“You are a creepy warlock Mr. Torres. If you need anything just call Mira and let her know.”
“Thank You My Queen. You have been most generous supplying me with the riches of Your body and this delightful place. If it is not too much trouble, I would like a sampling of Your menstrual blood when You start Your custom,” asks Mr. Torres?
“I will be sure to stop by, and you can stick that pecker of yours in My ass then too, for that sample as well, you spook,” answers the Queen.
“Thank You again My Queen. Take this vial of a potion I made from Your vaginal fluid. If You pour it into someone’s drink, they will fall in love with You.”
“Like crazy love, or normal love you wizard?”
“It will be normal, but committed, My Queen.”
EPISODE MAIN CHARACTERS:
Queen Dianne (INTRO) 24 yrs. old, 34-26-36, Caucasian Human, 5 ft 7 in, (HAIR) Sandy Blonde Long, (CUP) 34DD Natural – Soft Pink Nipples Supple, (PUBIC) Light Brown Full Triangular Trimmed, (BODY) Light Complexion Fit Soft & Sexy, (ORIENTATION) Bisexual, (PORN PERSONA) Joey Lynn, (COMMENTS) Small Facial Features, Very Pretty Face, Sexy Legs, Dainty Feet and Toes, No Tattoos or Piercings
Abrant Torres (AKA) Thaumaturgist Abrant Torres, (INTRO) Middle Aged, Caucasian Human, 5 ft 11 in, (HAIR) Black Short, (PUBIC) Trimmed, (PENIS) Avg. Thickness 7 in Length Circumcised, (BODY) Average, (ORIENTATION) Pansexual, (COMMENTS) Mr. Torres looks like a creepy Warlock in his den wearing a black robe and walking around barefoot. He is not ugly, just creepy. He is an occultist who works for the Vatican. The Queen actually likes Mr. Torres, and She has taken him into Her confidence as an adviser. He would be at home in a dungeon filled with frogs and newts, as he boiled something in a cast iron pot.
Mialyn Mira Echo W.I.E.I. Ten (INTRO) Mid-20’s yrs. old Biologic Immortal, 36-24-36, Cyborg Alien, 6 ft 0 in, (HAIR) Black Short, (CUP) 36D Natural – Soft Pink Nipples Supple, (PUBIC) Beautiful Black Full Hairy Pussy Pristinely Manicured, (BODY) Athletic Fit, (ORIENTATION) Bisexual Optional Hermaphrodite, (PERSONA) Can Mimic Anyone, (COMMENTS) Perfect Features, Dynamic, Mira’s jet-black head hair never extends below where it would naturally grow on a head; therefore, it is always short on the sides so that her forehead, neck, and ears are always exposed, because she is flawless
Scorpius & Serpens (INTRO) Weaned, Formula Enhanced German Shepherd Dogs, (FULL GROWN) 44 inch Height at Withers, (PENIS) Above Avg. Thickness 10 in Before the Knot, (COMMENTS) Heightened Abilities Including Smell, Speed, Endurance, Strength, Telepathy, and More
Aries I’tuhot (AKA Authorities), (INTRO) 24 yrs. old, 36-24-36, Devil in Caucasian Human Flesh, 5 ft 4 in, (HAIR) Brunette Long, (CUP) 36DD Natural – Pink Nipples, (PUBIC) Full Hairy Trimmed, (BODY) Light Tan Hourglass Perfect, (ORIENTATION) Bisexual, (PORN PERSONA) Lena Paul, (COMMENTS) A True Babe, Aries’ Thighs Curve into Her Sexy Hips Nicely and They are Ample and Soft, Plush Calves, Lovely Legs, Feet and Toes, Busty Breasts, Beautiful Nipples and Areola, Built to Fuck, Nice Creases, Defining Attraction is Her Hairy Pussy (a Work of Art) She Trims but Does Not Shave It, She has that Gap between Her Ample Thighs which Makes Her Pussy Totally Visible and Gives Her a Perky Ass
James “Jimmy” Nixon (AKA) Big Jim, Crowbar, (INTRO) 29 yrs. old, Black Human, 6 ft 6 in, (HAIR) Black Short Cropped, (PUBIC) Black Trimmed, (PENIS) Above Avg. Thickness 12 in Length Circumcised, (BODY) Athletic Tall Medium Dark Complexion, (ORIENTATION) Straight, (COMMENTS) Decent Looking
Captain Augustus Valentine (AKA) Gus, (INTRO) 27 yrs. old, Black Human, 5 ft 11 in, (HAIR) Black Short Cropped, (PUBIC) Black Trimmed, (PENIS) Avg. Thickness 7 in Length Circumcised, (BODY) Athletic Muscular Not Bulky Medium Dark Complexion, (ORIENTATION) Straight, (COMMENTS) Decent Looking
Mikihara Reo (INTRO) 32 yrs. old, 32-24-35, Asian-Japanese Human, 5 ft 4 in, (HAIR) Brown Long, (CUP) 32D Natural – Pinkish/Brown Nipples, (PUBIC) Black Hair Full, (BODY) Slim Fit, (ORIENTATION) Lesbian/Bicurious, (PORN PERSONA) Yua Mikami, (COMMENTS) Very Attractive, Fluent in English
Bayesian Taylor (INTRO) 28 yrs. old, 34-25-36, Black Human, 5 ft 7 in, (HAIR) Black Medium Length Permed Loose, (CUP) 34D Natural Dark Brown Nipples, (PUBIC) Black Full Triangular Trimmed, (BODY) Medium Complexion Hourglass Slim Soft & Sexy, (ORIENTATION) Bisexual, (PORN PERSONA) Jenna J Foxx, (COMMENTS) Breasts are so Supple and Soft you can Squeeze a Boob Together and give Her a Tit Blowjob, Hair on Her Pussy is Very Soft Too, Tastes Sweet, Gets Abundantly Wet, Fucking Sexy Hot from Head to the Tip of Her Lovely Toes
Lisa Elizabeth Charles (AKA) Rat Girl, (INTRO) 16 yrs. old, 32-24-35, Caucasian Human, 5 ft 4 in, (HAIR) Brunette Long, (CUP) 32B Natural – Pink Nipples, (PUBIC) Shaved, (BODY) Slim Soft, (ORIENTATION) Bisexual, (PORN PERSONA) Danni Rivers, (COMMENTS) Small Breasts, Pale White Skin that Feels like Baby Skin, Hairless Pussy is Soft and Squishy, Great Kisser, Very Cute and Clever, Introverted and Passive Aggressive
Jermaine Robisun (AKA) Tarzan, (INTRO) 23 yrs. old, Black Human, 6 ft 0 in, (HAIR) Black Short Cropped, (PUBIC) Shaved, (PENIS) Above Avg. Thickness 10.89” in Length 6.45” girth, (BODY) Athletic Fit Medium Dark Complexion, (ORIENTATION) Straight, (COMMENTS) Handsome
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