The rest of the party went by in a blur...

When Isabella regained consciousness, she was alone, her naked body covered with sweat and semen. The room was quiet, the sounds of the party gone, leaving an unnatural, ringing silence. She slowly sat up, wincing at the ache between her legs. She felt used, filthy, and sore.

She could not remember all the details, except immediately after Carlos declared her holes open for business, with masked men descending upon her and taking her however they wished. Isabella couldn't count how many times she'd cum, and how many times men had emptied themselves into her, butt she could still taste the bitter saltiness of cum in her mouth, smell their sweaty bodies pressed against hers, feel the heat of their bodies, and hear the sound of their grunts and moans.

At one point, her mind had gone blank, her body going limp, as she'd been passed from man to man, to use and ****. The feeling was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She'd been helpless, weak, existing only to be a receptacle for semen. She'd lost control, lost herself. It had been exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

She was also sure that all her holes were taken, probably at the same time, as she couldn't tell which was her most well used hole: her ass, pussy, or mouth. She'd even taken cocks that were not fully hard yet and had her hands and feet used. Her soft armpits were not spared either, men rubbing their cocks in the warm folds while waiting for their turn, nor was her hair, which were caked in cum that they sprayed on her after reaching climax.

But now, in the harsh light that the servants have turned on after the party was finished, she could clearly see the aftermath. Her body was bruised and sore, covered with the evidence of their rough treatment. Her dress, torn and stained, lay crumpled on the floor, her jade mask lying on top of it with pools of semen caked on. The furniture were broken and askew, cushions and pillows scattered across the room, and the carpet was sticky with dried cum and sweat.

It was a scene of utter debauchery. And she'd been at the center of it.

Carlos stepped in, pulling her from her thoughts. He was fully clothed, his hair combed, not a sign present that he had participated in a wild orgy just hours before.

"You're awake," he said.

Isabella could only stare at him, the words stuck in her throat.

"Did you have fun?"

She looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

He laughed.

"You don't have to be ashamed. You enjoyed it. We all did. Do lions feel shame after they copulate? Do birds feel shame after mating?"

Isabella swallowed, her mouth dry, the taste of semen still fresh.

"No," she said.

Carlos smiled, the corners of his mouth twitching, almost a sneer.

"There, you see? You don't need to be ashamed."

She nodded, the movement automatic.

"Good. I have already authorised the release of a fifth of the money held in your father's accounts. That should be enough for whatever you need to secure your presidency. The rest can be used for your... personal needs."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse, her throat parched.

He knelt next to her, his face inches from hers. She could feel his breath on her cheek, his body radiating heat.

"Our guests have also left with a very good impression of you, Presidente. They are eager to contribute their share to help keep you in power. Provided of course, that you continue to show the appropriate... gratitude."

Isabella closed her eyes, her heart beating rapidly, the image of her masked guests flooding her mind, the memories of their rough, grasping hands, the weight of their bodies, their cocks inside her, the pleasure and pain, the submission and ecstasy, the loss of control.

"Yes," she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

Isabella sat in the car, en route back to the Palace. The night's events had left her shaken, the revelations, the sex, and the promise of more. She was uncertain, conflicted, her mind and body at odds. She closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind, but the memories kept flooding back, the images, the sounds, the sensations.

She opened her eyes, staring out the window at the passing streets, the streetlights flashing past in a dizzying whirl, clenching her fist around the jade mask.

[Budget +2], Gain [Serpent Queen]