DISCLAIMER: This story is a complete work of Imagination - All Characters, Incidents, and Places are Fictional. Including Anyone or Place with Similar...Names, this Story is intended as Satire and for Adults Only; you must be 18 or over to read it. This part of my Story will be involving R(a)pe, B(e)stiality & Ped(o)philia, it will be Intensely Emotional. I do not condone any Forced Sexual Activity involving Young T(ee)nagers in real life. If you are offended, or disturbed by graphic depictions. She was rocking (in time with the music - hehe), and I was rolling, and this was simply good fucking. After only a couple of minutes (and at least one time when we had to move forward toward the bar in unison), I felt her pussy start to clench, and I could feel her get a lot wetter, and I knew she was about to cum. I reached around and rubbed her clit, and she went nearly limp in my arms. That was all I could take, and I started shooting jets of cum into her. I lost all sense of where we. The problem would be how to make sure that she could follow through. Perhaps her current predicament would be the perfect means to start the final steps towards his demise and her rise. Still, the thought of what she would have to do made her retch, but she had no other option. She had faked her capitulation for centuries, with him believing it. She was confident she could fake this long enough to get close enough to strike.As she approached the doorway to the throne room, she took a deep,. Sarah was doing something – he heard the click of a tube opening – and then a short pause as she did something he could not see – there was a slight grunt from her and he could only think she was inserting the butt plug. But he couldn’t see if he was right. A hand brushed gently against his thigh. Clive just wanted her to touch his cock now, it was standing upright. Then against his balls. Light, teasing touches as she played with him, teased him, made him want her. Then a lick, a lighter than.