I laughed in his face. Come quick. I don't know what he'll do or I'll do. I'm barricaded in, but ... I gotta go. Hurry."I arrived too late. An ambulan...e sat on the round driveway. "Fucking bitch," muttered the King laid out on a gurney--his left chest wrapped in gauze and bandages--an ambulance attendant pressing there. He glanced at me before being lifted into the back. "It's your fucking fault you fucking slimy fucking Jew!" What happened?" I asked the gay limo driver/bodyguard. He looked. " It's not so weird really, it's actually a common culture in Yenne Velt. It was only when the mistresses started killing each other's subbies in turf wars did Mother limit each Lili to have a maximum of two subbies." Mother allowed this to happen?" I asked, quite shocked."Sure, It's necessary, actually. Since we don't have generals, mistresses act as squad leaders. I wasn't born yet when the war against Baphomet occured, but from what I was told, the system worked greatly against overwhelming. Bolts of pain course through my pussy as his fingers pound me vertically lifting me to my toes again and again. His fingers are in me and my girl parts begin to throb as I am lifted again and again onto my toes, the fingerbanging increasing in rhythm and force. This is something new to me. Rough. Painful. Then it happens. I shudder with pleasure that electrifies my body and Bobby’s hand is suddenly soaked. Have I just cum? In the middle of all that pain? Was that an orgasm? There is. ." I breathed, yanking my wet panties from my mom's mouth and dropping them. "Get your face on my cunt, Slave-Mommy!"I couldn't help myself, as much as I wanted to deny my mother pleasure, my body was demanding release. Having my mother and father both worshipping my body was something to savor as well, a perverse delight that I'd never imagined.Mom wasted no time, scrambling eagerly to get between my legs and she attacked my pussy with her mouth, taking my body from the front even as her.