Sadie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 222
It was time for the Amazonian Fertility Rite. My duty, as Queen, is to see that all of the males are milked of every last drop of their baby making milk. The slave is brought in to witness the ritual preparation of my body by my warriors, which would ripen his seed. This, making him eager to give up his precious fluids. The drums filled the air with their primitive pounding as the great golden chamber doors were opened and the first and best of them was brought forth in chains.
The Fertility Slave Is Brought Forth
With a thick leather collar strapped around his neck and wrists and ankles. My Captains brought him to be bound between the gilded pillars. His chains were fastened so that his arms and legs were outstretched and immobile. Rising from my throne in my gossamer transparent robe I approached the slave. His cock was hard from hours of preparation. One has to allow the warrior’s their entertainment after all. But his seed remains intact. His sweat-drenched body and the agonizing purple angriness of his balls was all the proof I needed of that.
The Queen’s Strap-On Is Presented
Kneeling with the golden strapon presented on a pillow, the slave eunuch lifted his hands above his head. The time had come to press the milk from this man. The Warriors each took a chain in their hands and pulled the captive over the pillory. The golden phallus entered deeply into the male’s ass as the drums crashed to silence. His grunt echoed through the throne room. Cheers of a thousand lusty women went up. A glass jar held by the emasculated male caught the precious drippings. The first of many loads was surrendered by the well-prepared slave with a loud cry.
The Slave Is Passed Along
The court was then allowed to have their fun with the prisoner, after the Queen had taken her pleasure. And the slave was no longer safe from demands for their own pleasure. Few men survive the fertility rite. But in their glorious daughters, their legacy lives on.
Sadie
1-844-332-2639 ext. 222