<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/802e/f/2011/318/7/c/arabian_nights_ftf_2011_by_j_scott_campbell-d4g52r1.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Badroulbadour (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=282404.msg13895765#msg13895765)<br/><strong>Alias</strong>Princess<br/><strong>Location</strong>The Sex Dungeon<br/><strong>Time</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>A few veils and a look of horrified fascination<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>El<br/><hr/><br/>Badroulbadour gasped has a long hard piece of wood appeared between her legs. Before she knew she was zipping through the Brothel with Green on her flying broomstick. It was a lot different than riding a magic carpet, more forceful and less serene. Plus there was the fact she was being groped by a bewitching stripper. It was all unlike any ride she had ever taken. And what made it more bizarre was their destination. It was a dungeon unlike any she had ever seen. Her father had one at his castle but the prisoners there weren't sexy naked young men and women. Badroulbadour watched with astonishment at the spanking and the whippings, the moans of the victims sounding not of torment but of pleasure.<br/><br/>"They... they like it?"<br/><br/>The expressions of tortured ecstasy had Badroulbadour wondering what is was they were feeling. What was it like to be stripped naked and bound helpless as some had their way with you? Your body completely at that their mercy... except they had no mercy at all. Badroulbadour found herself biting her bottom lip as a soft whimper escaped her.<br/><br/>