Playtime

You enter into her playroom. Before the Queen touched your soul, you would have been frightened. Now you look around in wonder.

There are dozens of types of whips. Demonic brands are set up on display. There is a rack, a bed of nails, and several crosses. One is occupied.

There is a woman in a nun’s habit. She is young with an attractive face. If she had some tits on her she wouldn’t look half bad.

“Now Dory, I want you to watch and enjoy.”

She picks up a flogger and begins to beat the girl. If not for the ball gag she’d be screaming.

You sit and slip a couple fingers in your sex. After all, the Princess said to enjoy.

You count two orgasms before she stops beating the girl. She looks defeated.

“Dory, I want you to tell our guest how pointless worshiping god is. Then you may have fun with her.”

You strut over to her, trying to look sexy. You caress her cheek.

“She’s right you know. God took his bat and ball and left town with his chosen. You’ve been left behind like all the other sinners. So quit the pious act. You have an opportunity to give up that worthless soul and let Princess Miko help you adjust to the new world.”

You revel in your cruelty and pick up the flogger.

“I’m just like you. I was even going to become nun, but Miko helped me. Now I love my life.”

The lie makes you so wet.

“In this world the strong dominate the weak.” You hit her with the flogger. “Guess which you are.” You hit hit again. Each swing of the flogger feels so good. Watching her pain is exquisite.

“Enough.”

You stop at the Princesses command.

She struts up to the nun and whispers in her ear. The nun whispers something back. You feel something wonderful happen. You can see the Princess devour her soul.

She whispers more to the girl. Then turns to you.

“Dory, meet my first adoring ****, Cara.”

“Hello, Cara.”

“Thank you for fooling me, demoness Dory.”

“I’m not…”

You catch your reflection in a mirror. Your eyes are mesmerizing. They are pools of liquid lava.

Cara falls to her knees. “I will return to my sisters and find their weaknesses. Soon they will all be your brides of lust, Princess.”

“You may leave us.”

Cara scampers out.

“Now, Dory, I have something to show you.

You are wet with anticipation.