Crusty Return

The hair on your wig scattered every which way from the dried cum. The crust covering your entire body- from the dried cum. You were beginning to realize that sleep wasn't as perfect an escape from your situation....from the dried cum.

Before you could even prepare yourself for the assuredly bad day you were about to have, you once again found your dick endlessly bursting inside your mouth mere moments after waking up.

You noticed more changes to the landscape on your descent, the large screens multiplied in every direction and displayed upclose footage of your arrival. There was nowhere you could look where you didn't see your pitiful state, almost focusing on your throat making swallowing movements, while you heard the disgusted laugher all across the land.

"Well done, everybody" you thought, "you've actually made me eager to hurry to the queen"

But your descent remained at its typically slow speed, forcing you to really soak up the empires peculiar amusement of you and the disgusting sensation of your cock cumming in your mouth.

"What the hell happened to you?!" The queen said, "I find it hard to believe that my future self deprived you of cum to the point where you had to be the centerpiece for some massive bukake."

Your dick started shooting at varyingly faster speeds causing you to gurgle. The gurgling made you feel nauseously depressed.

"Whats that?" The queen said bringing her ear to your mouth, you gurgled more, "you've figured out a way to communicate with me now? Wonderful!"

More gurgling punctuated with choking- out of all the ways your dick could communicate with its past self, this had to be the most degrading.

"This happened when he was asleep?"

Gurgle

"After you finished with him?"

Gurgle. Choke.

"And you didn't do this much?" She said, "it must have been Sara. She did this as a declaration of war."

The notion of it being Sara was a surprise to even you. You were aware that she intended to put you through what the queen was putting you through...but you would have expected it to be...less.

"Perhaps we might have been misguided in our strategy in the war over this body," the queen pondered, "placing more stock on the sexy outfits and neglecting the cum....we need to outmatch Sara at her own game. If she wants to fight with cum, then we can show her we have plenty of it- when we're not collecting the outfit on his body. You got it?"

Every time you approach a new day, you expect it to be bad while doubting that it will break your spirit like the previous day. And every day you've been wrong.

With the first thing that happened after you woke up-you anticipated your spirit would be broken multiple times before you would be allowed to sleep again...