A Week Later

Stella is eager to peep how her pet project has progressed.

Already, walking through the streets of the shady district, she can hear the rumors running around; The warchief's daughter whoring herself to any and every human who wishes to use her. Some say that she sucks better when she's being verbally demeaned; A fact that, if true, greatly amuses Stella.

When she reaches the Boudoir, she makes her way directly to Madame Bouvier's office. On her way there, she notices the crowd within the establishment; She has never seen so many people in here at the same time.

She surrounds herself with a magical aura, just to make sure that none of the rowdy patrons get too close to her. A few fools get their hands slightly singed as they try to cop a feel on the passing witch, and she manages to reach the main office unmolested.

"Mrs. Brightstar!" Madame Bouvier exclaims when seeing Stella enters the room. "I cannot thank you enough, this has been one of the most profitable weeks of the last ten years!"

"She's that popular, huh?"

"Oh, you have no idea. Day and night people ask for her, we've had to treat her to some numbing cream for the past three days because of how sore her throat is getting."

"I am glad to hear that. May I see her?"

The rotund matron almost jumps out of her chair, so excited she is to show the witch how well her plaything has assimilated to her role as a cumwhore.

She leads Stella by the employees' passages towards the back of the wall of glory, passing by groups of semi-naked prostitutes taking some much-needed breaks. Stella cannot keep herself from gazing at some of the girls, in their tantalizing attire. Maybe she could get a room and a girl or two after checking up on her orc...

"This one's her booth. We've made a few adjustments to showcase her better."

When the booth's backdoor opens, Stella is hit by a wave of sperm stench. In the middle of the small room, her green bimbo kneels down, facing the opposite direction.

In the week away from her, Stella had almost forgotten how hot she had made Xena. Her massive rump and her thick thighs are squished against the floor, her long luscious ebony hair is tied up into a ponytail and the muscled and scarred skin of her back glisten with body fluids. If Madame Bouvier wasn't standing right next to her, the witch might've thrown herself against the big beautiful butt and covered it in kisses.

"Xena," she says in a commanding tone.

The whore stops sucking for a second to turn around, locking eye with the enchantress that gave her this lewd body.

Her face is absolutely drenched in cum and her makeup is completely messed-up. She puts on a smile, but is quickly brought back to her duties when a hand grabs her ponytail and pulls her back against the hole.

While Xena goes back to blowing strangers' dick, the boudoir's owner explains the booth's upgrade to Stella.

"We added a second hole on top of the first one, large enough for a man's wrist. It's at a perfect height to grab her ponytail, so the customer can take hold of her head if they so choose. There is also two small openings around her chest area, for the small chains attached to her nipples. Some customers love pulling on those while they make her suck."

"How are the chains attached?"

"Oh it's only nipple clamps for now. I've considered putting piercings on her, but I wouldn't have done anything of the sort to your girl without your permission."

Stella ponders for a moment, then responds, "very well. From now on, you have my permission to modify her body as you see fit. This includes tattoos, piercings, and anything else you think would make her a better whore."

Diana nods, her eyes already shining with twisted ideas of what to do with the slutty orc.

"Let her finish her day shift, then send her to my room," Stella tells the Madame.

"Your room?"

"Yes. I will be taking your largest suite for the day. While waiting for Xena to be done, send two of your prettiest girls to keep me company."

"It will be done, Mistress."