Wishing for death, I step up and bring the whip down over her naked titties. The guards place my hands on the wooden handles for leverage and the queen wails “Harder!” I begin to force myself into this loose and sloppy pussy as hard as I can. Without thought, I burry my face in her snatch. Looking to the queen who appears to really be enjoying the show, he says ‘My Queen, this thing before me is loose and no better than the whores we use in the barracks. Before I can say or do anything, the guard punches me in the stomach, causing me to double over in pain. “Now the other hole,” the queen instructs. Completely broken inside and out is what I feel the most…for Lady Florkner and myself. Her head and hands tied to the bench in a downward position. Face to face with her pussy, I see it soaking wet and giving off the stagnant smell of a ripe pussy having been marinating for most the day.
