Lewd Stakes Gambling Loss: Bardrick, public play. With a hood for Wendy.
She was going to KILL Bardrick for this.
After the Ring shut down, most of those held by it had simply wandered off to find a new place in life. While this was, for the most part, a good thing, the single negative exception was the former king of Derse. Against her better judgement, basic logic, reason, & common sense, Wendy agreed to a few rounds of poker with Bardrick. Whether he was cheating, or fate was just being particularly cruel, the Queen didn’t know. All she knew for sure was that she kept losing hand after hand. First came her clothes, one item at a time. Then came the actions. A lapdance here, a blowjob there. The debt just kept piling up, with Bardrick’s smug smile fueling Wendy’s anger. Eventually, Wendy found herself with a list of promised sex-acts that would take her the better part of a month to repay. Under the extremely flimsy guise benevolence & understanding, Bardrick offered an alternative. In exchange for everything she’d promised, Wendy just had to submit to him for a day, with the assurance that he’d keep their arrangement a secret between the two of them. With little choice, Wendy agreed.
Bardrick walked through the seediest slums on Derse, a spring in his step as he enjoyed his freedom. True, such a disreputable place was far from his first choice in venue, but at the very least, he’d be less likely to be harassed here. Morever, his little show might even be appreciated. And appreciated it was, drawing the eyes of any who happened to hear the faint jingling & muffled moans. Strapped to Bardrick’s torso via a specialized bondage harness & mounted on his massive cock was a certain bombshell of a Prospitian. While her curves would certainly be familiar to any who’d given the Queen of Prospit a thorough look (which probably included just about everyone who knew of her), as well as fans of a certain anonymous adult actress, a hood covering her head hid her identity from anyone who saw her. Aside from the hood, however, she wasn’t wearing much. A couple of golden jinglebell nipple piercings rang out with each step Bardrick took, & each bounce of the Queen on his cock. A black crown drawn above her pubic mound, as well as the words “Bardrick’s Bitch” on her stomach, “cocksleeve” on her chest, “Derse Owned” on her right thigh, & “Cumdump” on her left with an arrow pointing to her crotch, & around her neck was a black leather collar embossed with golden letters labeling her simply as “WHORE”. It all made for quite the show, which was exactly what Bardrick wanted.
The former King made his way through the streets as Wendy moaned her head off, unable to see anything through her hood, but keenly aware that the pair of them were being watched & followed, an ever-growing crowd surrounding the two (at a safe distance, in case Bardrick got violent), some simply watching the show, some assuredly recording it, & many inquiring as to who Bardrick was fucking. The fear of Bardrick actually answering them, or simply tearing off the hood to reveal Wendy’s face, drove the Queen absolutely wild, her whorish moans likely audible even over the noise of the crowd. However, true to his word, Bardrick never answered them (beyond referring to her as his whore, fucktoy, broodmare, etc).
Over the course of the day, Bardrick pumped numerous loads into the Queen’s womb, her gut visibly swelling, drawing gasps & cheers from the crowds. When simply walking around didn’t suit him, Bardrick would get more active in using his living fleshlight, pumping her along his length. Sometimes he would press her against the glass windows of stores & restaurants, gaining the attention of those inside as he offered them free entertaining. Others, he would take requests from the ever-present audience on how to best use or show off his plaything. Occasionally, he’d even allow a choice few to come closer & grope the riduculous bimbo impaled on his royal scepter (for a price, of course. Why not make a profit at the Queen’s expense?). Wendy came countless times throughout the day, & by the time their game had come to an end (coinciding with the end of an all-evening impromptu party thrown to celebrate their escapades), the exhausted Queen’s brains had been completely fucked out.
As Bardrick returned Wendy to their meeting place, he pumped on final load into her womb before detaching the harness & pulling her off of his cock. Dumbing Wendy on a table, Bardrick flipped her over so that Wendy was laying on her back. Pulling off the hood, he grinned down as he saw the glazed over eyes & disgracefully lewd face of the Queen, any semblance of regality, intelligence, or dignity now a distant memory. Instead, she looked every bit the brainless bimbo whore that Bardrick had always accused her of being. Guiding his cock into her gaping mouth, Bardrick roughly fucked her throat, his heavy sack bashing into Wendy’s eyes & forehead as his shaft stretched out her throat. Firing one last load into Wendy’s stomach, Bardrick pulled out of her throat, the head of his cock leaving Wendy’s mouth with an audible pop, before wiping his cock on her face, smearing it with a mix of his cum & her saliva. With that, Bardrick bid Wendy farewell (for now), leaving her nude, leaking cum from both ends, lewdly decorated. Hopefully she came to before her servants discovered her. If not, oh well. It’s not his fault. He kept his end of the bargain, & had collected her debt. Everything else was up to her.
