Renee's cries of ecstasy and suffering turned to screams.Finally she screams out, "FUCK ME, please. FUCK ME!"The monster cock was removed, and then sh... was unhooked. She fell to her hands and knees, but her hands were still cuffed and the spreader bar was still attached to her ankles. The crowd gathered around her. Renee looked up and realized that she'd just cried out to everyone to fuck her, and that was now their intent.One large guy got in front of her and unzipped his pants as she felt. Her fingers stumbled over the buttons but she kept going until it was undone. Bill reached out and opened the garment.“Oh no” he said. “Not good at all.” He reached under the counter and picked up the scissors they kept there to open boxes. He placed the blade between her cleavage and cut the plain black bra into. She gasped. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”Bills hands were quickly inside her bra. Flicking the cups aside, exposing her. His fingers on her nipples, applying firm. Once I’d put up the darkroom blackouts and switched to the safety light, I sat on the bed and sighed, feeling much calmer. This space was so comforting. Surprisingly, I’d missed it. The dimly lit lineup of equipment and faint smell of photo chemicals was starting to become a balm for the travails of everyday life. I thought back to memories of Heather and I processing the fishing trip prints, bumbling our way through the act of setting up the enlarger. And even building the wooden table. It all. Bright light washed over his eyes, and he had to blink before they adjusted. He was kneeling in a wide hall, made entirely of marble. One wall was simply spaced columns, revealing the city below them. As he suspected, both of the guards were just to his sides. But all of this was lost to him as his entire attention was drawn to the single point at the end of the hall. It was the Queen, sitting in an elegant throne of gold. The minute he set his eyes upon her, he could swear that all of.