Discredit the Oracle

Neither the Guard nor the Executioner will impede your progress any further, but the Beastmistess, the Oracle and Princess Ostara yet remain obstacles to your success. Each of them must be converted or discredited, but never will you resort to ****.

And so you decide to deal with Anika first. Although her visions were frequently unreliable, she was right enough times that her clairvoyance abilities proved difficult to disprove. The problem is, how do you beat her if she might see you coming?

And that was where you hatched a nasty plan.

You go down to the local tavern and order a drink, where Mab the Apothecary slides into the seat next to you. At age fifty-five Mab is remarkably well preserved for her age, looking ten years younger. Famed as Haligary's most outstanding apothecary since thirty years old, it is no surprise she has secret recipes for anti-aging remedies she undoubtedly keeps close to her heart. Only a few have ever had the privilege to study under, and even fewer survive her rigorous training and education.

“Ho there, Post. How have you been?”

“Not too bad,” You respond, "Could've been better."

Years ago you and Mab were involved sexually, back when you were barely twenty and she was a MILF, and you were busy fucking each other to kingdom come and continually inseminating her with your virile semen, putting no fewer than eight children in her womb. It was in those day’s she started calling you “Post” due to the abnormal length and thickness of your phallus.

These days she is a GMILF, still fairly attractive and hot as hell and capable of doing her job but no longer as young as she used to be.

“Did you make the potion I asked for?” You ask.

“You bet,” She pulls a vial from her sleeve, giggling like a school girl, “One drop will leave a gal feeling amorous for hours. Five drops, and any man with a penis starts to look good. The whole vial, and well, I’m sure you can figure out what happens. But the best part? The **** remains dormant until the recipient is confronted with a penis, whether by sight or by touch; only acute penis awareness will cause the **** to activate.”

“Speaking of penises,” She continues, “I hear the Queen had yours cut off. Damn shame, it was the best cock in the kingdom.”

At that, you gently grasp her hand and guide it to the junction of your legs.

“Rumors to that effect have been circulated, but let me assure you that they are not true.”

A glimmer appears in Mab’s eyes. “Ha! I bet you fucked Ottilie.”

You grin in response - the only answer Mab needs.

“You did, didn’t you! Ha, ha, what a stud you are! Tell ya what,” She presses her breasts against your arm, “Why don’t we go back to my place? I still know a few tricks I’ve never shown you before, and never say an old woman's never got the charm.”

You are tempted by Mab’s offer but alas, you are busy with your schemes.

“Not tonight Mab, sorry. But stick around, things are about to get very interesting.”

The door to the tavern opened and in walks the Oracle Anika, her completely impractical ball gown in the middle of town giving her an air of mystery as always. She was known for frequenting this tavern, thus why you chose to meet here. She takes a seat at the bar, ordering a drink.

“Why, Oracle Anika! I didn’t know you came to this bar,” You say with exaggerated friendliness, slipping into the seat beside her.

“General, I’m surprised to see you here; I’m told you don’t drink.”

“Oh, I didn’t use to,” You say, slurring your speech slightly on purpose, “But now that my favorite ‘pastime’ has been taken away from me I find beer is the best I’ve got.”

“Right,” She says, clearly suspicious.

“What is it?”

The Oracle peers at you through her thick spectacles, her piercing eyes burrowing into yours.

“I had a vision. Of you and the Princess, and you were **** her.”

You chuckle, saying, “Ignoring the circumstances that make that impossible, how did you know I was **** her, in this vision of yours? What she shouting for me to stop? Did I have a knife to her throat?”

You glance over her shoulder as if recognizing someone. Sure enough, she turns her head to follow your gaze, and seizing the chance you pour the entire vial Mab gave you into her drink while she isn’t looking. Just in time too, as she brought her eyes back to you.

“You were holding her down,” Anika said.

“That doesn’t mean I was **** her! Just about every woman I’ve ever been with loved being pinned. They think it’s sexy.”

"I would thank you if you would restrain yourself from speaking about your former ‘conquests’, please," She spat, downing the rest of her drink, "Men are scum, that’s what I always tell the Queen. You all oppress women by your very nature. You are only moderately less revolting now that you have been castrated. Of course, if my vision is true then that castration never happened."

Looking at you straight in the eye, she says, "So I will ask you right now: Do you still have a penis?"

“Of course not,” You gasp, acting incredulous.

“Oh really? And what if I were to check?”

“Go right ahead.”

This is happening earlier than you planned, but frankly it doesn’t matter. Events unfolding in this way serve your purpose just fine.

“I bet you think I won’t do it, but you’re wrong,” She says, placing a hand on your crotch.

Surely enough, Anika felt your bulge through your pants. Her eyes flash in anger.

“You liar!" She cried.

“Hey now, calm down,” You reply, “I stuff a small cucumber down there to make it look like I’m still a man. It’s sad to admit, but better than being hung for treason. Go ahead, stick your hand down my pants and check.”

She hesitates, but does as you request with a look of utter disgust on her face. As her hand brushes against your man meat, a flush begins to creep into her face.

“You lied,” She whispers, “You still have a… cock…”

Before she could react or do anything else, her hand begins to rub you - a clear sign of Mab's **** taking effect.

You stumble back away from the bar, acting shocked and horrified.

“Oracle, I had no idea you could be so aggressive!”

She cocked her head sideways, as if confused.

“Aggressive? I’m not aggressive. Men are aggressive. Because men have… cocks…” She said, her words trailing off as her eyes glazed over, “Cocks… I need… COCKS!”

Anika ran to the nearest table where two men were dining and drinking after a long day’s work. She pushed all their plates to the floor and jumped onto the table, laying down, hiking her skirts around her waist, baring her pink pussy to the entire tavern. “Give me COCKS! PLEASE!”

For a moment, all was silent. Then, as their inner animals awakened, every man in the establishment rushed over to that table, stuffing her mouth, pussy, and ass with the cock she so desperately craved as she stroked two more with her free hands. The rest of the men gathered around, stroking their dicks or slapping them against her.

“Wow, Oracle,” You say loudly, “I had no idea you were such a degenerate. Well, I guess since you are a responsible adult, your sexual habits, appalling though they may be, are none of my business.”

You take a sip of your beer and sit back to watch the show.

You watch as the same woman who once advocated the castration of every male in the kingdom eagerly spreads her legs and is reamed in every hole, moaning in pleasure as cocks piston into her every hole. Each time her mouth is unoccupied, you can hear her moaning for more dick until it is plugged shut again. The men around her take turns, blasting load after load of cum into her waiting orifices.

There are few women in the tavern at this hour, most of them watching with a mix of horror and fascination as one of the Queen’s most trusted advisors is gangbanged in public before their eyes. A few of them join the crowd of men, pressing their pussies against her face as they reached the front of the line, Mab being one of them. Yet despite her constant howling for cock, Anika does not seem to mind when cunts are shoved into her face, licking them with equal fervor.

Finally, the last man empties his balls into her cunt, both she and the table she lies on now covered in jizz. Amidst the frantic gangbang her cum-stained dress was torn to shreds, and now her cum-stained body was her only garment. Miraculously, her thick glasses remained completely unstained and free of semen, crystal clear as silver.

“More cock,” She moaned. “More cum, please, more…”

“I always thought she was kind of a man-hating cunt,” Said a farmer, his cock recently emptied into her asshole, “I had no idea she was a public gangbang slut!”

“Me neither,” You step in. “But I think she’s had enough for the night; I’ll take her back to the palace.”

You pick her up and take her to your carriage, getting several odd looks from nearby passersby as you carry the mousy cum-stained brunette through the door of your carriage, gently setting her down on a chair.

"Drive to the palace, quickly," You order the driver.

Despite the oddity of the cum-stained brunette in the carriage's back, the driver obeys and sets the horses trotting.

During the journey, however, despite being exhausted from the earlier gangbang, Anika slides to her knees on the floor, her eyes glazed over and her mouth moving automatically on unbidden commands.

“Cock,” She mumbles, “Need more cock. Must have… cock.”

Smiling at this, you allow her to pull down your pants and sigh in satisfaction as her hot, wet mouth engulfs you. She bobs her head in your lap, looking up at you through her unstained glasses.

As you watch her hungrily suck your dick, you pat her head.

“I hope there is some part of you, deep down, that is fully conscious and is screaming in powerless fury right now. How does my cock taste, Anika? How does the cum of every man in that tavern feel as it cools against your skin?”

Despite your provoking words, the vacant expression on her face does not change. You pull yourself out of her mouth and cum on her face, taking extra care to paint both lenses of her thick glasses.

Finally, she collapses to the floor, still muttering about cock but too tired to move anymore, twitching sleeplessly on the carriage floor.

And now you find yourself needing to make a choice; you originally planned to take her back to the palace and use your story, with corroborating witnesses from the tavern, to discredit Anika and have her removed from her position in the council. However, it occurs to you that it might be fun to just dump her in an alley somewhere. Who knows how many men will have used her by morning?