Chapter 3
by 
eggbeam
Entertain me!
At the town hall meeting
The Duke is holding an important, though dreadfully boring, town hall meeting. The peasants and minor nobles are all in attendance, airing grievances and begging for the Duke’s mercy. You, on the other hand, are walking around in a skin tight jester’s outfit with a cutout for the ass, chest, and cock. Your nipples are pierced and a buttplug has been visibly shoved up your ass, and your cock is in a chastity cage. You feel the Duke’s eyes burning holes through you as you make your way through the crowd, kissing people on the lips, joking, laughing, and turning somersaults.
“Fool!” his voice cracks like thunder across the hall, turning not only your head but all others. At the end of the hall, he has stood up from his throne, grasping his bulging purple cock in his many-ringed hand. “Come take my seed,” he commands you, for all to hear.
“Yes, sire,” you titter loyally.
You begin to make your way towards your Duke, but you realize a lesser noble has wrapped his hand around your waist, and his other hand has set to work dislodging your buttplug.