Hand-in-hand, Queen and Noelle exit the Glory Hole room; then, they stand in the hallway, leaning against a wall.
"Did you enjoy your gift, Lovely?" Queen inquires, adjusting the bodystocking over her breasts. She looks up at Noelle. "You may speak."
Noelle musters a slight smile of nervousness, shrugging. "Well, Queen, it was... it was different," she stammers, fidgeting.
Queen holds her still by grasping her wrists. "Different... how? You didn't approve of the gift?" Her grip tightens, nails piercing Noelle's skin, causing her to flinch.
The Submissive tenses, fearing punishment. "Queen, I... didn't say the gift was not appreciated." She lowers head. "It... was just different."
Queen smirks, pulling her closer. "You're speaking in riddles.... talk plainly."
Noelle nods, looking up. "May I?"
"You may," Queen replies, folding her arms.
"Well, Queen, you've never made me do anything like that, servicing strange men."
Queen grasps Noelle's face. "That bothered you?"
Noelle stares at the floor, avoiding eye contact. "I... I didn't say that. It... I..."
Queen lifts her head. "Speak to me. I will not be angry."
Noelle gazes up into her Domme's eyes, tears forming in her own. "It's nothing, Queen." She kneels, head lowered, with hands clasped behind back. "Forgive me. I live only to serve you... to fulfill my Domme's every command."
Queen nods, smiling, pulling Noelle to her feet. She embraces her. "Indeed, you do, Lovely, "she whispers in her ear, grazing nails across her back. "I have trained you well! Yet, there is more to teach. Come..." She grabs Noelle's hand, leading her inside the adult theater.
The two women stand in the back as Queen gazes around its semi-darkness; the only lighting is the movie projector playing a retro porn classic, "Deep Throat", on a large screen. Three men sit in separate areas, masturbating, as Linda Lovelace deep-throats Harry Reems.
"How delightful," Queen sounds elated, tugging Noelle's hand, staring in fascination from the movie screen to the men to her, "weak men appeasing their lusts with porn! Perhaps, Lovely, we can provide a more appropriate outlet?" She drags Noelle to front of theater. "Kneel... head lowered... arms behind back." As her Submissive complies to the commands, Queen centers her attention on the men. Arrogantly, she smirks as their eyes seem to outline every majestic curve of her body.
"Greetings, dear hearts, I am Queen... this is my Submissive, Noelle. Say hello, Noelle... remain in your proper position of reverence and submission as you do so."
"Yes, Queen," Noelle softly replies, her eyes focused on the theater's carpeted floor. "Hello."
Queen strokes her hair, watching the three men, their eyes congested with lust and longing. "What are your names?" She inquires.
"I am Paul," one of the men answers.
"David", says the second man.
"Kyle, at your service... Queen." The third man chuckles.
Queen rolls her eyes, ignoring his infantile attempt at humor. "Very good! Paul... David... Kyle..." She points to each man. "Are you three, perchance, interested in using my Submissive?" Queen's folded arms bulge her impressive bosom, causing David to stare.
"Use her how," Paul asks, slowly masturbating.
Queen rolls her eyes in irritation. "Men, I swear! You know good and well how Paul!" She nods toward his erect penis. "Seems your manhood does as well!" Her laughter reverberates throughout the theater as she claps hands twice. "Come... the hour draws late; this establishment closes soon. Let's get to it!" Queen points to all three men. "Claim Queen's gift... Hurry... chop... chop!"
Quickly, Paul, David and Kyle all three encircle Noelle; Queen sits in one of the rocking chair type seats, observing, her legs spread to expose a hairy mound. "Noelle, look at me."
Noelle faces her Domme...eyes clouded with confusion, trepidation.
"You are their gift," Queen continues, "understand?"
Slowly, Noelle nods affirmatively.
Queen addresses the men. "She is yours... for now; however, do not strike or harm her. All her holes are at your disposal... Begin!" She reclines back in seat as Noelle is lifted to her feet by Paul and David while Kyle removes her bodystocking. He lowers to brush his nose through her pubes, the other two men sucking either of her nipples. Noelle appears unresponsive, turning to her Domme.
"It's okay, Lovely," Queen says. "Let yourself go."
Noelle closes her eyes, biting her bottom lip, as she emits soft moans. Paul squeezes her hand around his veiny cock; on her other side, David grips Noelle's hair, forcing her deep onto his girthy 9 inches. Between her thighs, Kyle licks her pussy in a paint brush motion.
Sexually aroused by the erotic scene, unfolding before her, Queen trails a fingernail along her sleek slit. She wets her lips, sliding a finger inside her wetness, as Noelle's gags and moans echo.
Now spread-eagled on the floor, she alternates between sucking off Paul and David while Kyle tongues her asshole. Noelle chokes and heaves as Paul forces her to service his cock and balls simultaneously. He taps the bugle in her cheek, eyes fluttering.
"Fuck... so good," Paul whispers with praise, rolling Noelle's nipples between two fingers.
David beats his meat against her forehead then presses it underneath her chin, sliding in and out the opening.
As Kyle's lips suction Noelle's clitoris, her body stiffens then spasms. Squirt jets from her vagina, showering him. Briefly startled, he refocuses, sucking her "man in the boat" more vigorously. She pulls Paul's cock from her mouth, screaming, as her eyes roll and, involuntarily, legs tremble.
Queen rushes to squat near her Submissive's face, presses her mouth roughly onto hers. She pulls away, gasping for air, their eyes connected. " Express your pleasure, Lovely... gift it to Queen!"
"Oh, queen," Noelle whispers, "all this is overwhelming! My... insides are melting!"
"Good...so very good, dear heart!" Queen looks from either man. "Proceed." She stands, watching with her arms folded.
As David straddles Noelle's chest, he seizes her head, pulling her onto his cock; slowly, he fucks her mouth while Kyle strokes to an erection then penetrates her. Resting her legs across his shoulders, he pushes forth and back, panting, stretching her vaginal walls, as he drips perspiration.
Paul comes behind Kyle. "I'm not gay, dude," he says in his ear, "but do you mind if I use your back as support? I see your shoulders are preoccupied. I want to fuck her ass."
Kyle shrugs, his thrusts increasing in force. "Knock yourself out, bud!"
