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“It’s always a pleasure to spend time with you, Your Majesty,” I amend, relaxing as her eyes light up.

“I lost track of time, so I threw something on,” she explains, shifting a bit on her feet so I can see her bed. Two naked bodies move on the mattress, forcing me to blank my expression.

Queen Cinder enjoys oversharing on our calls, and it’s a nasty habit that I despise. I don’t need to imagine who she’s fucking.

“It’s no problem at all,” I murmur, waiting for her to get on with the reason for this week’s call. The last four weeks have already been interminable.

“How are my pretty little whores progressing?” she asks cheerfully. “Will they be ready to enter the field in the next five months?"

“Yes, Your Majesty. Potions, fighting, and fucking exercises have all been going well. All of Section B is excelling, and we’ve only had three deaths due to stupidity on their part,” I disclose. I send her auditors a report when we have a death, but I don’t know if she’s actually seeing them.

“Eh, it’s not our fault if they’re too stupid to live,”the Queen coos at me. The woman reminds me of a silly twit talking to her dog, which is essentially what I am. I’m her living, breathing pet that has to do as she says.

Needless to say, I drink more these days. Glancing at my pinkie finger, I’m reminded of the promises I’ve made by the scrolling words tattooed there: Trust or die.

Two days after we walked through these doors, I made everyone pinky swear that we wouldn’t kill ourselves. Not through alcohol, poison, or dumb decisions. The five of us have survived Hell on Earth, we have to survive this place too. Even though my shaving razor looked very inviting yesterday.

Swallowing, I force my attention back to the Queen. “Indeed, Your Majesty,” I respond, though a little delayed. “Reports all are the same, the assets are working hard, and we’re all on schedule.”

“Did your roses survive?” Queen Cinder asks idly, playing with the neckline of her robe.

“Surprisingly, yes they did,” I tell her. I really thought they’d be dead, but the fuckers are resilient.

“Perfect. There’s a very important person in the city who has been asking for them. I would like you to distribute them directly to me. I’ll pay you whatever you like, it’s not like you can use any of the money anyway,”she scoffs.

“I need a new tattoo,” I blurt out. It’s been on my mind for a while, and I need a decent artist. This ink will be going in a very delicate area and I need it done well. I may even ask Sidney if he wants any new ink.

“Where is this ink going? What will it say? I don’t know if I like the idea of your body getting more tattoos,”Queen Cinder pouts. It’s funny because I didn’t ask for her permission. I simply need an artist.

“On my big, fat cock,” I tell her, watching her pupils blow in desire. I know how to play the game, no matter how repugnant I find her.

“Oh… my. Really?” Queen Cinder breathes. “I suppose that’s agreeable. I will connect you to the castle staff secretary that is handling this. I get so bored with the details, you know.”

This makes her out to be an idiot, but I will never make that mistake. The woman is incredibly smart.

“That’s fine, Your Majesty,” I agree.

“If I wanted to see your cock, would you pull it out for me?”Cinder asks.

Absolutely fucking not.

“I don’t believe that would be appropriate,” I deflect smoothly. I don’t want to tell her that my cock won’t get completely hard anymore. Sidney tried to give me a blowjob the other day because I’ve been pent up and crabby, but it wasn’t very successful.

“I guess you’re right. I’ll send an artist out to the camp soon. In the meantime…”

Leaving the video on, she turns away, dropping her robe. “Don’t hang up, Ayden,” she scolds as my finger moves to disconnect. Next the straps of the nightgown drop and she’s climbing naked onto the bed, flashing her pink pussy at me.

It makes me want to gag. I don’t want anything to do with what’s about to happen. Taking a sip of water, I attempt to control my gag reflex. It’s unsurprising to me that I can suck cock without an issue, but this vile woman makes me want to puke into the trash can beside me.

“Lana, wakey wakey…” Queen Cinder coos, and my lips twist in disgust. She can’t see me anymore, too focused on waking her exhausted lover.

“Cinder?” Lana sighs, her arms lifting to hug the Queen. My door opens, and I look over to see who has barged in. The Warden stands there, door ajar, as Cinder begins to eat Lana’s pussy.

“Are you watching porn?” the Warden hisses, making me shake my head wildly. Motioning for him to close the door, my face must convince him to do just that. Coming around the desk, his jaw drops as he sees the other woman in Cinder’s bed rising to sit on Lana’s face. Grayson turns away so that the video camera isn’t picking him up as he shudders violently.

“You came in here, Sir. My office is no longer a sex free zone,” I mutter. Shoving away from the desk, I point to my limp dick. Wrinkling his nose, Grayson clears his throat loud enough for those on the other end of the video chat to hear.

“Your Majesty, I’m afraid I need to pull Ayden away,” the Warden says. Cinder lifts her head, turning fully to show off the juices glistening on the lower half of her face, and perfect tits.