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All my dreams, all my carefully laid plans, they will all come to fruition tomorrow. My only regret is that you won’t get to see it. But my first act as queen shouldn’t be killing my own mother; the optics would be poor. No, I will be too busy plotting the death of my sister.” I smiled, “When I get my hands on her, I won’t be as gentle as I’m being with you. You, I desire to see humiliated and broken, but her…” I sighed, “I’m afraid I’ll have to build a whole new wing of the dungeon just to service the Dark Queen. I plan to keep her alive for a very, very long time. I’ll tell the nobles that such cruelty is only to dissuade Alkandi from ever coming back, but you and I know the truth of it, don’t we, Mother?” Mother’s eyes were unfocused, but blowjob with a distant voice, she managed to say, “Yes, you will hurt Yavara greatly, Leveria.” Her head flopped forward, and her voice rasped from her, “And she will kill you for it. It’s been so long since Alkandi reigned that we’ve dismissed her legend as myth. We’ve forgotten why we fear the Dark Queen so.” A string of drool hung from the corner of Mother’s mouth, “Your arrogance and hatred will destroy us all in the end. Bentius will interracial burn.” “Oh, that was creepy.” I laughed, “But I don’t think I’ll frame my foreign policy around the prophecy of a drug-addled convict. Now, where were we? Ah, that’s right,” I reached into my bag, and watched Mother’s eyes widen when I revealed what I’d grabbed, “I was just torturing you.” Mother was screaming again, the sound so shrill that it was nearly demonic. She was in a contraption called ‘the bowman.’ Two cruel metal clamps bit into her nipples, connected by a chain between her breasts that was drawn like a bowstring, pulled downward by a second chain that clamped to her clitoris; the ‘arrow’ as it were. Using the lever that pulled on her shackled wrists, I systematically drew back the bowman’s bow by making Mother straighten. Her breasts were stretched to conical points aimed at the floor, her nipples reaching the end of their elasticity, and her clit pointing upward like a miniature cock, blood-red with pressure. “You’re doing so well, just a little bit more!” I encouraged, and cranked the lever once more. Mother sobbed, her thighs rubbing desperately, clear fluid running freely between then. Her head was forced between her outstretched arms as her wrists were pulled higher, her hands coming together at the apex of her extended form. I worried that her shoulders might be rendered from their sockets, but no; the lever stopped at its final position, and Mother’s breath caught her throat. There she was, frozen in a paralysis Hardcore of immeasurable tension, simultaneously being pulled apart and together. I stared in awe of her, walking carefully around her, daring not to disturb my masterpiece. Her breasts stretched grotesquely, her clit extended perversely, and her face was a portrait of tears smearing her makeup, spit stringing from her chin, and cheeks flushed with agony and ecstasy alike. “Amazing.” I whispered, circling her, “It’s like every part of you is on the precipice, and just the lightest touch might send you over.” I reached out, and grazed my fingernails down her tense dorsal muscles. Mother whimpered, a BDSM sound so full of masochistic delight that it nearly took threesome me, but I restrained my urges. Everything inside will burn and it will not interracial be saved by every fireman the city can manage to get here.” Amelia kept quiet as her brother gently fondled her tit, clearly knowing what he was doing. “This morning I really enjoyed it although we did it in a hurry. With my raging hard-on being exposed, I removed the yellow soccer jersey as well; I was completely naked. Exiting, blowjob the both of them looked over the landscape, tasted the air then were quiet listening. SMACK! DIAMOND I would like us to do a better job of planning our playtime, so it doesn’t affect our jobs.” She did realize that if she said so they would just punish her even more, so trying to score some goody points she said. They connected, their cheeks growing gaunt in a combative devouring, humming their lechery through wet smacks as their faces rotated to gain purchase. With that, I began violently piledriving her sloppy cunt again while laying into her beautiful face with fist after bloody fist. And in truth, he knew of no other ladies that threesome could fill this role to the satisfaction of the BDSM responsible authorities over Mona’s care. “Breed her.” It has to be twice as big as my own cock Hardcore when I’m hard and it’s still flaccid. She rode him for a bit, but he started moaning, and she could feel he was nearing his end. Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hear both women in the living room reaching another orgasmic peak. The manager of this restaurant certainly put a personal spin on the concept.