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 atrium, where Julia stood before a squatting Jade Tao. Both their robes were slit from the waist down, front and 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 chinese 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 japan 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 at me from across the atrium, and gestured with a beckoning hand. I forced a smile on my own face, and stiffly walked toward her, my heart beating faster 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 pussy 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 japanese got to Julia, the denser the debauchery, the thicker the air became. Screams and moans, the stench of sweat and asian hormones, the sight of bodies writhing, a mass of arms and legs, splayed hands and grabbing fists. “Well, hello.” Nicole japanese dryly commented. When she came back she was wearing some arousing clothes. You can smell them from miles”, I shot back. He then cut away her clothes, the knife slashing both fabric and flesh. “Who are you going to fuck around with?” I wasn’t hopeful, just curious. My body buzzed with rapture. And positioned the ballooning cockhead at her sopping entrance. Her green eyes glanced up at me, chinese longingly. Another lash, again landed japan with incredible precision between the open lips of my cunt, the tip nipping viciously into the asian delicate, juicy folds of my twat. pussy “Ooh, I'm so glad. “We could go somewhere in my car.” The panties clung to her crotch creating a defined camel toe. Maybe a bottle of tequila if you want.