Meanwhile, back in Latveria...
Viktoria von Doom slowly rose to wakefulness, as horny as when she went to sleep. She felt lips suckling at each of her nipples, and a tongue lapping gently at her pussy. She kept her eyes closed as she tried to guess which of her loyal countrymen were
servicing her this morning. It was one of the games she played with herself to make certain that her facilities remained in top shape.
She could feel a trace of stubble on the face of the man suckling the milk from her right breast. That narrowed it down significantly. There were so few men in her country, or in the world, for that matter... As the man gently nipped her nipple before
returning to suckling, she recognized the technique as belonging to Bruno, her manservant. Trivial.
The person on her left breast was suckling in a very straightforward manor. Likely not someone with any experience--at least, not since she was a baby. She used her teeth more than was necessary or comfortable. Viktoria ran through the list of sixteen
to twenty-one year olds in Latveria, narrowed it down to the ones who had reason to be near the castle, and came up with the name Cynthia Perrins.
This led easily to realizing that the woman between her legs was none other than Joanne Perrins, Cynthia's mother.
She opened her eyes and smiled under her mask. Three for three. A trivial game, but she did win, which meant she could allow herself the orgasm that had been building. She writhed slightly, which signaled the three to double their efforts, letting her
ride the waves of pleasure as much as possible.
Once she was finished, she waved them away and rose, naked save for the mask that she always wore, the sign of her failure, of her horrible disfigurement, and of her rulership. She knew seventeen techniques that she could use to fix the hideous scarring
beneath her mask. She would use none of them until her mother was freed from her hellish imprisonment. She would not stop until that day. It was the driving force behind everything she did.
Almost everything. "Report?"
Bruno covered a flinch. This was the part of his job he hated. "Richards has not left the Baxter Building, nor have any of his children or concubines."
"Bah," Viktoria muttered softly. She was used to it, of course. She wanted Richards for herself, but he was always surrounded by beautiful, powerful women. How could someone as hideous as she have a chance?