The grand parade finally ended as the sun bled crimson across the horizon. Queen Salhoni—now nothing more than King Vardhan’s collared, cum-glazed milk-whore—could barely stand. Her body was a obscene masterpiece of degradation: thick ropes of cum coated her face, dripped from her heavy, still-leaking tits, and ran in sticky rivers down her trembling thighs. The chastity belt remained locked tight, the vibrating dildo and ass plug buzzing relentlessly inside her stuffed holes, keeping her on the razor edge of orgasm without mercy. Milk continued to spray in weak, exhausted spurts from her pierced nipples with every shaky step back into the palace.

Vardhan dragged her inside by the golden leash, her hobbled ankles forcing tiny, slutty shuffles that made her cum-covered tits bounce and jiggle obscenely. Thorne and Garrick followed, cocks still half-hard and ready for more, laughing at the broken sounds spilling from her lips.