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Work. Piles of it. Tons of it. Miles and miles of it. It had been like this for as long as Jack Noir could remember. He gritted his teeth, knowing this day would be just as tedious as the last.

It wasn't just the work he was pissed off about. The Black Queen had really been pushing a sort of dress code for the court, all of which were various patterns of jester-themed outfits. What else they had in common was the fact that they all looked hideous, and that Jack despised each and every one of them. Each one of his attempts to retaliate against this rule had done nothing, which is why he once again found himself doing paperwork in vibrant cloth that made him gag.

"Oh, would somebody just sedate me..."

On his way back to some other room in Derse, he passed the queen, albeit not without overhearing a certain one of the Queen's ramblings. Usually, he couldn't care less about them, unless they involved him in some way. This was one of those times.

"Say... maybe its time I set some new rules in place. Especially regarding that subordinate," She spoke, a small chuckle being audible enough to Jack, "If I'm being honest, there's something quite wrong with him at the moment."

Great. What complaints did she have now? He had been busting his ass for days on end in order to perform his duties on time, so what could she possibly be bitching about now?

"It's very important, you see... I don't want a virgin as my main servant." the Queen spoke, in a kind of tone that made it sound like she wanted someone to overhear her on purpose. "Either I should make up for it with more attire, or he should simply be executed. Isn't that right?"

Jack nearly dropped the piles of paperwork in his hands. Out of all the bullshit she had said while on the throne, this had to be the most half-assed one of them. Either way, that was not going to happen without some kind of retaliation.

"Oh, Jack! I was waiting for you," She announced in a slightly sarcastic tone, turning around to face him. "Come here."

Jack followed this order with a grudge, expecting an explanation.

"I'm assuming you've heard my complaints, correct?"

He was about to yell at her for the bullshit she had said earlier, but had been silenced by a finger to the lips.

"Don't worry, I know you're a dedicated worker, which is why I've decided on a way we can fix that. Would you like to go through with it, Noir?"

Jack thought about her offer for a moment. He'd rather die then wear more of the jester uniforms he hated, and the chance that would happen instead of being killed on the spot was more dreadful than he could ever imagine.

"Fine. That means enough with the shitty attire after this."

"Oh, don't worry," She chuckled, "You won't be needing any of that."

The Queen allowed the tentacles on each side of her waist to tear the clothes straight off of him, leaving him completely bare. It was one of the best feelings he had ever experienced on the job. Before Jack could respond, he was once again interrupted by the Queen. This time, not by her words, but by her actions.

Being pulled close to her by the two tentacles wrapped around his body, the Queen pressed a hand against Jack's crotch, tracing her fingers along until she reached his opening. Shoving her hand inside, she grabbed and yanked at his tenticock until it was fully exposed. To the Queen's annoyance, it appeared he was still flaccid. Either way, that was quickly changed after a few seconds of stroking it.

"Fuck... What is with you...?!" Jack grunted, wanting to free himself from the tight grasp of the tentacles. "If I'm having sex with a whore like you, you should be under my--"

"Goodness, you talk too much," The Queen yawned, moving one of her tentacles up to wrap around Jack's head and enter his mouth. Now, instead of his constant angry blabbering, she only had to deal with all the wriggling he was doing in them. After enough time was spent getting him into position, she allowed herself to take the next step.

The tip of one of her tentacles prodded against Jack's entrance, teasing his hole before sliding itself inside of him. It was tight, having never been penetrated before, which only made the experience even more pleasureful for her.

Squirming around inside him for a while, it soon reached his prostate, which caused him to let out a shriek that was muffled by the other tentacle inside his mouth. Mere moments later of thrusting at this spot inside him led to his first orgasm, releasing a large amount of cum from his tenticock which made quite the mess.

Upon his climax, the Queen allowed her tentacles to be removed from inside his mouth and asshole, although she still had them restrict his movement.

"Oh, no... You're not done just yet, Noir," she snickered as she pulled at her own crotch. After a while of doing so, a tenticock of her own was revealed, much to Jack's surprise. "You're not leaving before you make a lady cum, are you?"

After a moment of confusion and multiple annoyed expressions from Jack, the Queen took initiative one again and crammed it inside of his mouth, much farther in then the tentacle on her waist went.

What the Queen didn't know was that Jack had quite the prominent gag reflex. As good as it felt to have her cock pushed so deeply into his mouth, Jack repeatedly choked and gagged on it, especially with the precum that ran down his throat. The Queen didn't mind too much, as she was already nearing her climax.

"Be ready to take it, Noir," She cooed, refusing to allow him to take a moment off of her tenticock. Around a minute later, she finished inside of his mouth, forcing him to down every last drop of her cum. Once he was finished, the Queen let go of him and allowed him to rise to his feet.

Being cummed inside of for the first time felt especially revolting to Jack. Her semen was warm, salty, and grossly viscous, all which swallowing so much in such a short timeframe began to make him feel nauseated. After a while of heaving and trying to keep it down, Jack ended up vomiting onto the ground from it, a great deal of semen mixed with his bitter spew.

"You... You son of a bitch..." He groaned, right before hurling up a second round of puke. The Queen did nothing but watch in amusement at his sickness, waiting until he was finished to speak.

"Make sure to clean it up once you are finished, Noir," She snickered, sitting back in her throne. "Licking it up would be befitting for that nasty attitude of yours."

"Nasty bitch..." He scowled, seconds before collapsing in the pile of his own regurgitation. After a while of making sure Jack was completely unconscious, the Queen began to quietly lean over and whisper to him.

"I wouldn't make you do that, silly. You're my favorite, after all..."

She chuckled, kissing him on the forehead before calling someone else to come and clean up the scene for her.