“Are you ready Lady Rebecca?” the man in the white powdered wig asked as he stepped into the changing room of the young woman that he was addressing, making no attempt to hide his perusal of her breasts as the threatened to escape her bodice.
Rising from the chair in which she had been sitting, the young Lady Rebecca ignored his blatant leering and stepped past him.
After all, tonight was not the night to be shy.
Heading past the numerous well-dressed ladies and men that lined the corridor, Lady Rebecca nodded and smiled in greeting.
In truth, she had no idea who each of them was due to the white opera style masks that they wore upon their faces. However, the simple fact that they were in her half of the voting house told her they were loyal to the Cunningham’s claim to the throne and thus supported her in her bid to become the new monarch of Northland. She frowned as she walked, realising that if the Southern half of what had formerly been England had not been overrun with zombies twenty years ago, a year before her birth,
Then there would be other more fitting claims to the monarchy.
Yet that was a case of what might have been.
From Northampton in the South right across to Shrewsbury in the west ran huge metal walls some fifty feet high, designed to keep out the undead and the criminals that society judged should live beyond the walls, in exile from normal society.
Yet those in the safe area of Northland, the country that had sprung up from the disaster, were a happy people, enjoying all the best that 2079 had to offer. It was a happy time, a time of fun and debauchery, a time for doing what one must.
That is what she would do to ensure that her family would again be the head clan in Northland. Smiling with excitement as she pictured the moment that she would ascend the Northland throne later that evening and be crowned its monarch.
All she had to do first was pass the Test of the Masses.
She turned at the end of the corridor, once more following the opulent furnishings as they led her onward, past yet more of her people, more of her clansmen and women in their masks, and then she emerged into a cavernous arena carved from marble.
She tensed as she saw her rival for the throne standing on the other side of the arena, flanked by her team for the evening.
Pausing in the area set aside for her, Lady Rebecca met the gaze of her rival and flicked her head to one side, sending her long platinum blonde hair over her shoulder, exposing more of her large pale breasts. Instead of appearing daunted, her rival, the Marchioness De’ Cyrus, stared back at her, the noblewoman’s teeth bright against her dark brown skin as she smiled broadly.
Despite the urge to snarl at the black woman in anger, lady Rebecca held her tongue and turned away. She had to be completely on her game to win this claim to the throne.
If the stories regarding the Marchioness De’ Cyrus training for Test of the Masses was to be believed then she was not a person to be taken lightly. Breathing deeply, Lady Rebecca turned to study the large TV screens that were rigged up about the walls of the arena, suspended from the marble columns, each the size of one of the cars that the people of Old England had driven.
Turning her head, away from the screens, she studied the numerous cameras and sound booms that were set up around her area and that of her rival and then glanced at her team.
They stood facing her, three men and a woman, each devastatingly attractive, the males covered in huge slabs of muscle and the female busty and full-lipped, her hair like coal.
They dipped their heads in respect as they saw her studying their leather strap covered bodies, each of them honoured to have been chosen to help her attain the throne of Northland.
Lady Rebecca jerked slightly as a klaxon suddenly sounded and turning on a heel, she stood facing the old man who had summoned her from her changing room, flanked by two other old men in powdered wigs, their frail bodies clad in black robes.
Stepping forward, the man at the centre spread his arms, gesturing for both Lady Rebecca and her rival to approach him.
As they reached him he smiled, “Lady Rebecca, Marchioness De’ Cyrus…welcome to this holy ceremony. Are you ready?”
They nodded, casting sideways glances at each other and he continued, “Excellent. I am sure your tutors have explained the rules…each of you has been shortlisted by the noble families to take the throne of Northland, our beloved country. Yet to do so you must win over the hearts of the lesser man and woman. To this end, you must appease the lust and passion in the people of Northland that all of our society hold dear. You must earn their love…you must win the throne by becoming the most voted for webcam girl!”
Lady Rebecca nodded, aware of the black woman at her side doing the same as the old man, the judge, continued, “It is an honour indeed to become the most loved webcam girl on webcam live sex website but there are rules…I want to see dirty sex, no love, no tenderness…you must use as many of your team as you possible to score points”
Again, they both nodded and he smiled, “Then good luck, may the Gaze of the Lustful watch over you in your endeavours”
With that he turned to his fellow judges and the women returned to their specified areas where numerous cameramen and sound engineers were beginning to gather around their equipment, preparing for the contest to begin.
In the centre of the arena, the old man turned back to the women and nodded at each in turn, the huge TV screens flickering into life above and around him, showing different images of the ceremony. Wide eyed, Lady Rebecca studied them for a moment, liking the way she looked on the screens, her breasts looking full and heavy compared to the apple sized chest of her black skinned rival the Marchioness De’ Cyrus.
She flinched cursing as another klaxon sounded and spinning about to face her team, she reached up and grasped the neck of her bodice, her jerking hands tearing the thin material wide.
There was a murmur of approval from the gathered cameramen as her large breasts swung free, her nipples already hard and she glanced up as on the screen above with her name and picture, the scoreboard flickered up to register 100 votes in one go.
Unable to stop the smile from creasing her attractive features, she turned her head to cast a gloating glance at her rival.
Her stomach lurched in dread, she found the woman already naked and kneeling before two of the men in her team, a fat cock in each hand as she alternated bobbing her mouth on them. As she sucked and slid her mouth, the third man knelt behind her, his big hands reaching around to pull on her nipples, while the team’s only woman began to dance about them all.
Above them, the votes beneath the image of the smiling Marchioness suddenly shot up to a 1000, the early voters clearly loving the fact that the woman had got down to it so quickly.
With a startled cry, the busty Lady Rebecca dropped to her back, tearing her loose cotton dress from her legs with wild abandon as she called to her team, “You three men, fuck my face now! Woman…eat me out!”
With no hesitation they did as she complied and the Lady was suddenly faced with three extremely large cocks as their owners knelt by her face and dangled them down. Wrapping her hands about two of them, she took the other in her willing mouth, lifting her head to work away at it while the raven haired beauty knelt between her thighs and shoved a tongue inside her pussy.
Gasping at the intrusion, Lady Rebecca slid her lips, moaning as she sucked on the big cock, wanking the two beside it, her mind threatening to tilt as she felt an orgasm approaching her, the skill of the woman between her legs surprising her a great deal.
Forcing herself to concentrate as the orgasm ripped through her, she swapped her mouth to the next cock, her eyes drifting to the scoreboards above them through the muscled bodies above her.
LADY REBECCA – 4621
MARCHIONESS DE’CYRUS – 6410
Cursing inwardly as she saw that she was still trailing in votes, she cast her eyes to the side to find the black woman now sitting atop one of the men. The Marchioness was riding his cock with her hands on his broad chest as leverage while one of the men stood wanking in her face and the other lay atop the woman on the team, pushing himself inside her. Releasing the cocks above her, she rolled, coming to her hands and knees, “Someone get beneath me…if she wants to play horseback so can we!”
Instantly one of the men dropped to his back and Lady Rebecca climbed aboard him, her eyes widening slightly as she lowered herself onto the thick shaft of his cock. For a moment, she stayed still, getting used to his girth but then she began to ride him, sliding her pussy up and down his big cock, her huge tits bouncing up and down as if being struck by an invisible man.
Turning her head, she grasped at the cock of the nearest man, sucking him as best as she could while ploughing herself down onto the cock between her legs, happy to see that the third man was taking the initiative and bending the raven-haired girl over.
Twisting her Lady Rebecca stared up a tthe screens, studying the images that would be shown on every PC screen in Northland, enjoying the way that she looked being fucked, her heart taking flight as she saw her votes suddenly sail into the tens of thousands, passing that of her rival with ease.
Not wanting to lose the lead, she stared up at the man she had been sucking, “I want to win this…I will be the most voted for webcam girl…do you hear me!”
“Yes Lady Rebecca!” he nodded and she grinned back at him.
“Fuck me from behind!”
His grin matched hers for a moment and as he moved back behind her, she slid from the cock beneath her and took it deep into her mouth, sucking her own juices from the thick shaft.
She grunted as the man she had instructed to fuck her from behind did as he was told, spearing his long cock straight into her pussy with one thrust and then she was gasping and gagging on the cock in her mouth as the man behind began to pump.
Time lost all meaning then as she stayed on her hands and knees, her mouth working on one cock while another fucked her from behind, her third man fucking the dark haired woman as a side feature, adding to their act. Above them, the votes were coming in thick and fast now, yet she was still winning by a clear ten thousand, leading the race and time was running out.
“Oh wow” the startled voice of the man beneath her, made Lady Rebecca turn her head towards her rival, her mind tilting as she saw the black woman still riding the cock of the man beneath her while she leaned to the side and ate the pussy of the woman who in turn was sucking another man’s cock.
Yet it was at the third man of the team that Lady Rebecca looked, her eyes wide as she saw him crouch behind the arse of the Marchioness, his cock in his hand as he spread her arse wide.
She was bringing out the big guns.
With a curse, hating the fact that she was going to have to perform the one live sex-stunt that she had never truly been comfortable with, lady Rebecca shouted to the man behind her.
“Stick it in my arse now!”
“Lady?” he raised an eyebrow, not having expected this.
“Do it!” she hissed, her eyes travelling back to the black woman to find her now groaning in delirium as the man behind her pushed into her most secret place until his balls touched her.
The blonde woman cursed, flinching as above them the voting boards went crazy, the Marchioness back in the lead by five thousand votes. Cursing, lady Rebecca was about to shout at the man behind her to do what she had said when she felt the swollen head of his cock push against her arsehole.
She gasped, tensing herself for the onslaught and then he was pushing inside like a burning log, filling her in a manner that she had never thought possible. She grunted as his balls bumped against her pussy as he reached his limit, her eyes wide, face twisted in pain but then he withdrew and plunged back in.
Sobbing through her pain, trying her best to suck the cock in her mouth without passing out, Lady Rebecca kept her eyes on the votes, praying that this would not be in vain.
Yet above them the votes were slowing, registering just one at a time now instead of as hundreds and thousands, the majority of voters already having cast their decision.
She gasped as the cock in her arse suddenly swelled, the man cursing and then she was moaning in delirium as he came hard, flooding her back passage with his spunk. Desperately, Lady Rebecca tried to rise but she stumbled, falling to her face beside the man who had been beneath her, hope leaving her body as she saw the black Marchioness still being fucked by her team.
From what seemed a thousand miles away, the klaxon sounded again signalling the end of the test and through tears in her eyes, Lady Rebecca stared back up at the scoreboard.
LADY REBECCA – 2, 429, 391
MARCHIONESS DE’CYRUS – 2, 429, 460
With a chuckle, the old judge took his place in the centre of the arena as the cameras around them took photograph after photograph, capturing the final moments of the test.
Then the judge spoke, his old voice suddenly strong, “It would seem we have a most voted for webcam girl and a new ruler for Northland…Queen De ‘Cyrus!”
There was a cheer as the black woman rose from her mini-orgy and raised her hands triumphantly above her head.
Then the judge turned to Lady Rebecca as she sprawled naked on the ground, her big tits squashed beneath her, “And to the loser and her team, we offer thanks for a battle well fought…and give you best tidings for your new lives South of the wall”