Master orders her not to cum. (Orgasm denial)

"Ehhh.... ehhh... ehhh.... ehhhh... Ehhhhh...." One of the nearby women whimpers as she slides her hand beneath her dress and into her womanly folds. Other feminine noises betray similar acts occurring all over the great throne room.

This does not go unnoticed by Master, "YOU ARE NOT TO CUM, GIRL."

The girl looks over her shoulder at him in horror. "Master... ugh.... Puhleeez!"

"YOU GIVE YOUR ORGASM TO YOUR QUEEN!" He bellows pointing at his first wife.

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

The Queen and the girl both jump as their clitoral augments are activated!

"Thank you, muh... muh... my... Master!" the Queen grunts up at the powerful Man beside her.

Master leans down and kisses her in response, never stopping his slow pistoning into the girl in front of him, but one of his hands forces its way down the front of the Queen's dress. She moans into his mouth as her large tits are pulled from the delicate fabric. You watch his powerful hand pinch and pull at her augmented nipples for several moments.

I wish he would touch me... At least activate my clitoral augment! you think as you tug at your restraints. Your sex leaks fluids down your ass cheeks and onto the table beneath you.

"NONE OF YOU ARE TO CUM!" Master barks as he rises back to his full height. His hands return to the girl's body in front of him. One hand enveloping her tiny waist the other pulling her hair back harder. She whimpers in discomfort as her back arches painfully. You are envious of her suffering, but continue to kiss Areli deeply beneath them.

"Maaaaah-hah-hah-haster...... puh.. uh.... leeeeeze.... let... mee.... cum....." She leans back and begs with each of his thrusts.

Her clitoral augment buzzes with a clattering noise against the table beneath her. Her legs quake with the effort of bearing his thrusts... and the effort of avoiding her orgasm.

"You... dare........ not...... deny.... me...." The Queen grunts down at her through gritted teeth, "Your... cli.....hiiiii....maaax.... is.... owed.... to... your... queen!!!!!" The pitch of her voice rises as her own desperation builds.

"WAIT FIRST WIFE.... DON'T MAKE ME TEACH YOU PATIENCE!" Master whispers down to her softly.

The Queen stares up at her Master with adoration as he continues to slowly pump into the young girl in front of him. Her hands tease her own body. She grips her own waist wishing they were the hands of her Master. She drags her nails across her exposed breasts. Her mouth opens in an unasked question.

Before Master answers, the girl he is fucking wails in frustration beneath him.