Unfortunately for Clara, there was no end in sight. The moment she clamped down on Emlyn's cock, she had sealed her fate to the unnatural man's will. He did not stop and -once he had worked his way through her rigidity- his pace increased. The slapping of their flesh nearly lost the rhythm to it as he continued to abuse her most intimate part. Moving one hand off of her bindings, Emlyn hooked an arm under her leg, lifting it up with ease and further spreading his cock's current resting place. Once her leg rested firmly on the stage, Emlyn proceeded to give her ass a rather harsh slap. "Remove that leg, and I will change where you will be punished," Emlyn ordered, applying another rough spank to her supple ass. But he was not done there, his hand moved up her body and came to her hair, grabbing a handful of it. He was not gentle in how he craned her head and upper body up slightly, no longer giving her the stage to muffle her sounds or conceal her breasts. His goal was to fully humiliate her in this situation and doing it in such a manner was sure to reach that goal.<br/><br/>It took some time, but even for Clara, it became apparent that Emlyn's speed and strength were not the only things that were unnatural about him. His pace never faltered or slowed. He drove himself into her over and over and over again. There was no stopping as he took his time enjoying the bride-to-be. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Then thirty. And nothing changed. Clara would stay contorted and abused for the entire duration, her ass eventually turning red from sporadic, ruthless slaps from his hand. It was not until they had reached the forty-five minute mark that she would begin to hear something from behind her. The sounds of a man enjoying himself a bit too much. Slight and long exhales and low 'oohs' began to escape the stoic and monstrous form behind her as he continued to violate the heiress thoroughly.<br/><br/>It was at this point that Emlyn finally had them change. His cock suddenly slid out of Clara's depths, and his hand released her hair. The hand on the cuffs even loosened, if only to drag her off of the stage completely. Once deposited on the ground, Emlyn turned her to face him and pressed her back firmly against the bottom of the stage, leaving her on her knees before him. In front of her as the tool that had just defiled her, moving forward. But not for her mouth. Instead they moved in between the luscious pillows that were her breasts. Once it was between the two, one hand moved down and grabbed either nipple, pinching them together and thus trapping his own cock between the tits. His other hand moved to the top of her head, forcing her to look as his cock began to slide between them. "It will be your face or your mouth," Emlyn declared, continuing to rub his cock in between her breasts. "Whichever you prefer for your next photoshoot."