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- The Mighty Monarch, Level 10 Archvillain, cackled as his henchmen sacked Doctor Tara Quymn’s mansion. He hadn’t exactly been looking forward to arching yet another C-lister while he waited for Venture’s docket to open again, but now that he was here, he found the familiar lust for conquest overtaking him. While his loyal Henchman 21 kept the good Doctor’s monstrous bodyguard Ginnie occupied, his wife plundered the mansion’s priceless treasures, and the pupae twins rounded up her two daughters (he noted that sending them after children might have been a less than stellar idea), the Monarch had located and subdued Quymn herself. She knelt in the bedroom on an enormous tiger-skin rug, hands bound at the wrist behind her back. He stood over her, gloating as he was wont to do.
- “Please, Monarch, do what you will with me, but spare my daughters.”
- He laughed. “Your brats should be the least of your worries, Quymn, for the fate that awaits you is more horrible still than-”
- “I simply couldn’t bear the thought of harm coming to them. I’ll do anything if you’ll let them go”
- The doctor crawled toward him on her knees.
- “Anything. ”
- “Yeah, I heard you the first time, you ever think about- hey, HEY!”
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- “Sweetie?” Doctor Mrs The Monarch’s voice rumbled from the hall outside. “I couldn’t find a Hand of Glory, they had a couple dried fingers, but- WOAH!”
- “Oh hey honey,” the Monarch waved, balls deep in the lady adventurer’s mouth, “Shut the door will you?”
- His wife crossed her arms. “Oh no. If you think you’re going to sideline me while YOU get your rocks-”
- “What? No, shut it behind you.”
- “Oh. ...Turn her around.”
- Quymn gurgled something around the Monarch’s dick.
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- Some time later, Doctor Mrs The Monarch stood on somewhat wobbly legs, followed shortly by her husband, hopping on one foot as he pulled his boots on. The two stole out of the bedroom, leaving behind a messy, humiliated and very well-used Doctor Quymn.
- “Jeez, a guy could get used to that.”
- “She’s good with her tongue but her fingers could use a little work.”
- “Don’t look at me, you’re the one who untied her hands… Think we should ask 24 if he wants a turn with her?”
- “No! Her contract clearly stipulated she welcomed sexual contact only from the Primary Arch, which includes me as part of our duoship.”
- “Come onnnn, the guy hasn’t gotten laid in ages.”
- “You have to be careful with these things. I’ll put in a request after we file the after action report.”
- “But she was into it!” the Monarch whined.
- The two bickered and fussed all the way back to the cocoon, stopping only to knock over a vase or two and argue over whether a particularly nice set of curtains was worth stealing for their dining room.
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- “Get that shirt off, lemme see what I’m workin’ with here.”
- Ginnie grinned down at the stout, muscular minion whose pelvis she currently had pinned to the bed between her massive thighs. The henchman had been instructed to ‘keep her busy’ while the Monarch dealt with her employer, and after a brief but vicious fight this seemed to be a viable alternative. He obligingly stripped out of his protective vest, baring his stubbly chest and distinctive tattoo.
- “Well ya ain’t the choicest slice a’ prime beefcake, but beggars can’t be choosers.”
- “Took the words right out of my mouth” Gary wheezed, slapping her wide ass with a gloved hand.
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