LUCILLA I had wondered why the usually-busy steps of The Pussy Palace were vacant when we arrived, and now I knew. The scene that played out before me was oddly familiar. It was like my mind had taken my memory, and twisted into a waking nightmare. It was oddly reminiscent of the orgy I’d been greeted to in my father’s keep, but calling what I saw before me an ‘orgy’ hardly did it justice; it was industrial-level rape. Every whore in Willowbud’s brothel had every hole forcefully filled. Their sporadic screams and wails interrupted the steady hum of muffled sucks and exaltations, all laid over a polyrhythm of slapping flesh. Crimson light bathed the rows of violated women, catching the droplets of sweat that ran like dew down their exerted bodies, and glistened blood-red from their flesh. Some of their eyes were wide, stuck in an expression of perpetual shock of what was being done to them; some of their eyes were rolled back in a fugue state of hedonistic surrender; and some of their eyes were closed in bliss, succumbed to the manhandling they were receiving. All around, the Breytans watched implacably, cracking an occasional whip, but mostly just standing cross-armed. For many of them, this would be their introduction to sex, but the samurai didn’t show their shock or horror if they felt it. Waiting at the perimeter of the atrium, were men stroking themselves. In the dim candlelight, the figures were but shadows with glinting eyes, making their silhouettes oddly demonic. My eyes ran to the front of the japan atrium, where Julia stood before a squatting Jade Tao. Both their robes were slit from the waist down, front and cumshot back, and while Julia was exposing her front for Jade to consume, Jade was exposing her ample back for everyone else to see. Julia looked up, and I had to swallow the scream that clawed at my throat. “You don’t like it? I thought it looked good on her myself.” Willowbud chuckled, undoubtedly gaging my emotions by the beat of my heart against the stone floor. Behind us, Astrid stood with her fingers knitted, surveying the room with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, as though she were eager to join in, but was not sure if she was allowed to. Julia smiled asian at me from across the atrium, and gestured with a beckoning hand. cum I forced a smile on my own face, and stiffly walked toward her, my heart beating faster japanese with every step. “I can feel your terror, Princess.” Willowbud said beside me as we circumnavigated the debauchery, “You know that woman is no longer your Julia, so why don’t you just leave? I won’t stop you.” “Running away was never a choice.” I hissed back, “And why did you bring me here if you just want me to flee?” “I wanted the Good Sister to see you run from her.” Willowbud chuckled, “But I guess you’re dumber than I thought.” “You just don’t understand.” I stopped, and looked down at the nymph, “It’s why Brandon will never bind with you, Willowbud.” “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Willowbud snapped. I didn’t answer her. I just turned on my heel, pushed past Astrid, and strode toward Julia. The smell of sex filled my nostrils, the heat of it radiated onto my flesh, the sounds of it played in my ears. The closer I got to Julia, the denser the debauchery, the thicker the air became. Screams and moans, the stench of sweat and hormones, the sight of bodies writhing, a mass of arms and legs, splayed hands and grabbing fists. Julia watched me as I approached, her cock buried in Jade’s neck, her hands holding the High Guard’s face to her pelvis, making the woman choke. “Lucilla.” Julia smiled companionably to me, her black-rimmed eyes brightening with avarice. I suppressed the chill that ran down my spine. “Hey Julia.” I smiled back, “Great party. It’s very… cultic.” “It is hell.” Julia surveyed the scene, “I am cleansing them of sin. I was losing interest in this. I could feel her fingers wiggling in side her as I fucked her hard. When the sort of guy that has his own bar stool suddenly goes absent, people talk. Again and again they kept their onslaught of cum hitting all over the girl . . . Then it all collapsed. “I’m afraid you will japanese be bored. “We're getting together, right? But that’s not all. Tall and muscular. Her cock thrust from the shaved folds of her pussy, the pink labia contrasting with her ebony skin. I sat there covered in my cum, wondering if I had been dreaming or not. I sat across from her, my glaze fixated on her boobs, the dog was still in the room, walking around in circles like a caged mental animal. “That’s okay, I’m sure there’s a lot on your mind.” “What could she want to tell me?” you wonder in confusion. I was staying cumshot with friends at the time and I didn’t understand why my parents didn’t come back for me until my Uncle Chuck came to take me to live with him and my Aunt Nell. Turning off the shower; she stepped out and dried her body and japan then used the blowdryer and her styling brush to dry and style her hair. It’ll be smooth sailing!” He had spotted the ammo clip in Sheila's breast pocket. For both of us.”. I find the Count and Countess in their bedclothes. When Allison saw the smile, she grinned as well. I was so eager to flood her cunt. It sounded cum as if it hurt.” Kate asked. It paired so well with Cynthia’s red hair. "Ok, girls, we're heading asian back to the farm." As soon as I opened the door, she brushed past me and sat down on the couch.