Epilogue

As it turns out while I was sitting on my throne growing weak and lazy Vanity was off challenging other queens in their divisions. All of the queens of each district was defeated completely by Vanity including me making her the first ever High Queen! Vanity went on to become arguably the greatest competitor in the league’s history. My fate on the other hand was much different.

I on the other hand was bestowed the honor with all the other defeated queens to become a trophy **** owned by Vanity herself. I was treated much differently from the other slaves. Most got to at least accompany High Queen Vanity on her trips. I howver was made the centerpiece of her trophies. I was one of favorites for reason I regret terribly.

Most days Vanity held parties and let guests look at and even play with her trophies. Today another group of journalists and guess came before me as I was positioned on my pedastal in the pose Vanity chose for me. An unending line of juice came from my pussy and my sweet fragrances clouded around me stronger than any other **** due to my toxin.

The guests took in my display to my humiliation and arousal until one journalist began asking me questions. “Miss Vixen may we ask you some questions.”

I answered as I was conditioned to, “I am obligated to serve all guests of Queen Vanity as she deems fit my body is of service to you all, also I no longer have any names or titles my new designation is Slut #115.” I answered honestly from my perch. Despite My submission to Queen Vanity I still felt humiliation behaving this way but I didn’t dare disobey.

The guests giggled at my submissive demeanor and helped themselves to my body as I began to blush. I felt hands graze my skin, fondling my breasts, squeezing my nipples, and spanking my ass. I gasped as fingers began to discover my clit and pussy.

The journalists continued with their questions, “Slut #115 although you were one of the many queens to be defeated by Vanity you are also the only one to surrender by masturbation, why is that?”

I gasped with embarrassment and arousal while I felt fingers begin to push in and out of me before I answered truthfully as possible, “I masturbated before the true queen b-because I am as low as she is high! V-Vanit- Erm I mean Queen Vanity made it clear that I was merely a childish pretender and a coward. Can you please stop fingering me?!” I answered doing my best to ignore my rising orgasm. “Vanity will be angry if I orgasm.”

“Deal with it slut!” yelled a catty voice from the guests as the rest laughed and their fondling became more intense. I could do nothing but moan and whimper helplessly.

“Erm okay.” the journalists responded, obviously she is distracted by my hips subconsciously beginning to buck as my thirsty snatch tightened down on the invading fingers. “One more question, Why were you the only one **** to drink toxin-D?”

Flustered I answered as honestly as possible, “I foolishly a-attempted mmm to cheat against High Q-Queen mmmMh Vanity with the toxin and as r-result I paid the p-price oooh Omy God! by drinking my own toxin and springing my own t-trap. Mmmh please no more I’m gonna-I’m gonna Oh Noooooo!” I cried out as I squirted juices onto the podium and onto the guests. “O-Oh I-I soooo sorry ooh!” I moaned as they continued fingering and fondling me through my steamy orgasm making me alsmost fall off my podium.

The guest began to laugh at me as I sat on my soaked podium moaning and whimpering like a helpless slut. I looked back guiltily at the mess I made and whimpered again. The guest began to mock me, “You’re gonna be in trouble! You’re gonna be in trouble! even some of the other slaves joined in laughing at me.

Humiliated I locked eyes with the journalist. She looked young and sweet, she was little taller than me with a big bust, but something made me feel like she would take mercy on me.

Without warning the journalist began spanking my round bubbly ass until it was as red as my face filling me with shame and bringing me to an even more shameful orgasm. After making another mess I was left mewling in embarrassment as everyone continued laughing at me! The journalist was almost doubled over laughing, “Wow! so much for queen Vixen.” Thus I was left on my soiled podium as leaky trophy to Vanity’s victory. My legacy in the SFL as the kickstart of Vanity reign as High Queen.