Deep within the bowels of a seedy nightclub, hidden from prying eyes, there exists a world of erotic sacrilege. Here, the damned congregate to indulge in the darkest of desires, to revel in religious taboo and sexual depravity. And I, Cyn, reign supreme as the Queen of the Damned.
My kingdom is one of leather, lace and latex. Chains dangle from the vaulted ceiling, while cages confine the willing submissives. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, incense and the musk of forbidden lust. In this den of iniquity, I hold court, an imperious dominatrix clad in a black latex catsuit, lips painted crimson, eyes smoldering with wicked intent.
My subjects throng before me, a sea of writhing bodies clad in the lingerie of sin. They venerate me as a goddess of debauchery, desperate to prove their devotion through acts of depraved worship. I select a supplicant with a wave of my hand, a shivering young man clad in a g-string and nipple clamps.
“Kneel before me, my little lamb,” I purr, relishing the fear and excitement in his eyes. “Tell me, what wicked fantasies do you wish your Queen to fulfill tonight?”
“Mistress, I desire to be defiled in the most blasphemous of ways,” he whimpers. “I yearn to be pegged with your strap-on dildo, while you mock my feeble prayers.”
I laugh, a dark and seductive sound. “Oh you wicked boy. Fetch me my trusty steed and let us begin your corruption.”
He scampers off and returns moments later, presenting to me a huge black dildo strapped to a leather harness. I accept it with a smirk, buckling it around my waist. The size is intimidating, a magnificent monstrosity of silicone and metal. My lamb trembles in anticipation.
I push him face down over a bench, parting his cheeks to expose his quivering hole. “Now let us see how devout you truly are, my little altar boy. Pray for me as I claim your virginity.”
I tease his entrance with the broad head of my strap-on, circling his rim and coating it in lube. Then with a cruel laugh, I thrust forward, spearing him open in one brutal stroke. He screams, half in pain and half in pleasure as I begin to rut into him, pounding his prostate with ruthless precision.
“Sing my praises, you filthy slut,” I growl, reaching around to twist his nipple clamps. “Beg me to ruin your holy hole with my infernal cock.”
“Yes Mistress!” he wails, babbling incoherently. “Fuck me, your damned seraph! Defile me in the name of your nymphomaniacal glory!”
I laugh wickedly and redouble my efforts, slamming into him with abandon. His cock bobs lewdly against his belly as I rail him, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Around us, my subjects moan and touch themselves, envious of his debasement.
With a final savage thrust, I bury myself to the hilt and grind against his sweet spot, causing him to howl like a whore as he climaxes. I let him collapse in a shuddering heap, hole gaping and leaking around my still-buried shaft.
“Rise, my newly-corrupted lamb,” I crow, stepping back. “You have pleased your cruel Queen. Now go forth and spread word of my depraved delights to any who would sample them.”
He trembles to his feet and bows deeply. “Thank you Mistress Cyn. I am forever your plaything.”
I smirk as he scurries away, a trickle of cum dripping down his thigh. Another satisfied customer, newly-initiated into the joys of religious taboo. I know I will see him again, along with many more seeking to have their faiths shattered and worldly inhibitions stripped away.
For I am the Queen of the Damned, sovereign of a kingdom built on the most blasphemous of lusts. And here, I will reign forever, presiding over an endless pageant of erotic sacrilege and sexual submission. Anyone who dares to enter my domain will be corrupted and claimed, their bodies and souls forfeit to my infernal desires. So come, my depraved disciples…come and worship at the altar of your wicked Queen.