The sale may be over, but I’m back with some naughty second person perspective!

What do you think?

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“Please,” Regan utters in contempt, “I’m smarter than you ever were. I’ve created a world where my powers are unlimited. In this world I am King. You shall be my obedient Queen.”

“I’m a man!” you counter with disgust. “And I’ll never serve you, in this world or any other. You must release me.”

“This world is mine. YOU are mine! I desire a Queen. ”

Upon issuing the final condemnation, he waves his hand and the white landscape draws back to reveal an elaborate ballroom. Fluted columns and high arches decorated in deep browns and reds remind you of a Victorian painting. With horror, you notice a ring, roughly 30 feet in diameter, formed by beautiful, naked young women.

Writhing, creamy limbs, arching backs, a chorus of debauched moans, nubile girls completely surround you in a sapphic cacophony.  Everywhere you look are women scissoring, sucking breasts or being fingered. Kissing, embracing, every sensual act imaginable between women is visible from every angle. The sheer magnitude of sensuality  emanates like a heatwave from the kaleidoscope of flesh. The women singularly focused on pleasing each other, utter sighs of delight, their voices rise and fall, a beating heart of desire.

Despite this, Regan has eyes only for you. He’s dressed in a tuxedo, black and white, grinning wickedly. He holds his hand out and you look up to see a bright, golden ring descending, a thin membrane stretching inside. Any attempt to move from the spot is fruitless, your feet refuse to follow orders

The membrane alights upon your nose and at once begins to tingle. The ring continues down your body, your head itching like a million insects crawling across its surface.

You can feel hair growing, your cheekbones rising, your lips being expanded. A golden lock falls across your eyes, but by now the ring has reached your chest and you can only focus on the feeling of pressure their as breasts swell, pressed tightly against your body by a violet gown which flows from your chest. The dress is created in concert with your body, which is molded into delicate curves, creating a sumptuous hourglass figure.

You gasp when it reaches your hips, expanding them, velvety fabric clinging tightly. The ring reaches your crotch and you yelp in a high pitched, female voice as your member turns inside out and are left only with a void where it once was.

You can’t see your legs trim and smooth beneath the violet gown. The ring passes your feet, which shrink and leave you standing in laced high heels which you can feel dimly.

The ring vanishes into the floor and you are breathing heavily, chest heaving, staring at a pair of large breasts moving up and down, holding the magnificent gown in place. Music begins, a slow waltz emanating from everywhere, tempo a perfect match to the orgasmic exclamations of the orgy.

Regan holds out his hand and against your will you reach out and take it. The two of you move around the dance floor in perfect time to the music. You don’t know how to waltz, but somehow you execute each move perfectly, golden curs spreading out in a fan as he twirls you.

“I hate you,” you wish to say, but the words won’t form on a pair of perfect, pouty lips.

Instead your flesh thrills at the touch of his hands on your hips through the bodice of the gown. He presses up against you and you can feel his member through the satiny fabric of the dress.

He leans in close and whispers in your ear. “I want you.” 

Wordlessly three of the nameless orgy participants rush over, breasts bouncing as they leap into action. They help you out of your dress and you glance over at Regan who has three more nubile women removing his clothes as well. His pants come free and a huge cock comes bouncing free. Your dress falls to your ankles and you are both completely naked. Looking down you observe flawless skin, ample breasts, and an impression of rightness. This female body is yours, a feminine ideal, lordly in bearing, exhibiting the sylphlike curves of a Queen.

One girl rushes off with the dress, disappearing into the throng. Another young woman kneels, spreading your legs slightly and moving her face towards your sensual chasm. Without preamble she begins to lick at your new genitalia. Electricity shoots through your feminine form. Wonderfully erotic sensations churn forth from her ministrations and a soft moan accompanies the pleasure. With surprise you realize the voice is yours, even as you succumb to the building arousal.

Another newcomer steps behind you and begins to massage each breast while nibbling at your right earlobe, Her breasts compressing against your shoulders, so intense is her caress. Pilloried by waves of satisfaction, your body grows limp and mind grows cloudy as the world is subsumed by carnal joy.

Regan is receiving a similar treatment. A pale brunette is eagerly stroking his fully erect manhood while another chocolate-skinned beauty caresses his bare chest. Two incredible beauties, they go ignored. He doesn’t acknowledge them, or offer a smile, in response to the pleasure. He has eyes only for you.

The woman behind you tweaks a nipple and at the same moment, the woman between your legs teases your clitoris, a lick which ignites a carnal fire. Waves of pleasure roll through your body and you can feel the wetness growing between your legs.

Suddenly, in total unison, the women withdraw delivering sensual delights, standing to either side. They spin you around to reveal a bed which had certainly not been there moments before. It does not surprise you. A Queen has but one service to provide her king.

They walk you to the bed and bend you over the edge, face down. Suddenly, and completely without warning, Regan’s massive cock enters you with a shuddering fullness. You’re so wet that even his monster slides in effortlessly, even as it stretches against your pussy walls. Pressing, plunging, throbbing perfection.

The feeling is indescribable as he pumps his cock inside you, slowly at first, then faster and faster still, your hands clutch the sheets. Each thrust makes you feel like you’re torn apart, but the pleasure is overwhelming. Without reservation, screaming in pleasure, you devour every inch with a sublime thirst

“Oh, oh god! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Regan is pushing faster, groaning slightly. The moans from the orgy around you reaches a crescendo as the damn breaks.

You scream at the top of your lungs, “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The orgasm is like a shotgun blast, dynamite, a nuclear blast inside of you. At the same moment Regan screams and you feel his juices explode forth, filling you with heat and a twitching, squirting certitude. The voices of the women around you are a simultaneous exaltation as they cum in unison.

“Fill me again, my King,” you beg.

Regan smiles; A wicked expression, full of pride and loathing for the creature he created. You don’t care. The thought of him entering you has already set your loins afire with exquisite desire. If not this time, the next. A heir for the King, what other purpose could there be for one such as you?