I woke up screaming and thrashing around desperately trying to claw at my balls and remove the source of the white hot pain. I wanted to black out, I ...esperately tried blacking out; I couldn’t. “There are rules, but not many follow them too strictly.” These words of that bastard played like a refrain in my mind as my body. My body, with its every sinew straining and every pore oozing sweat and pain; every orifice stuffed well beyond its capacity, screamed for mercy. Except for my throat.My eyes. Like all rakshasas, she looked like a human woman from the neck down. But her head was that of an orange-striped tiger, feral and wild.I played with my own nipple ring, my ears flicking. A wet itch swelled in my pussy at the striking, brawny Halanian gladiator who strode out. He was a new acquisition. I could see his muscles ripple beneath his ebony skin, his head gleaming in the harsh sunlight streaming onto the white sands of the arena. Splashes and pools crimson glistening across the. Her legs came up around his back and she strained to shove her pussy as far up on his stiff cock as she could.“I’m gonna...” warned Bobby.But Dee was too far into her own fabulous pleasure. Her brain knew his cock was swelling. She heard his warning and felt him trying to pull out of her. But her legs wouldn’t let him go, and her lust craved feeling what her sister had felt that morning.As Bobby groaned and his prick began spraying his aunt full of potent sperm, she screamed his name and her. She ripped the top of the sachet of warm lube and demanded my cock to be put back through the hole again.My cock was in the hole for about a min, dancing and twitching in front of her face again as I smelled and licked her dirty panties without a care in the world as she lubed up the fleshlight. Then I felt her grab my cock again,I don't know why but ever time this woman grabbed my cock I was instantly filled with fear (she was definitely a dominant woman, maybe ever dominatrix to her husband).