<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 collar, a few piercings, and a post-orgasmic sheen<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>El<br/><hr/><br/>With her smooth tan skin shining with sweat and her chained bosom heaving, Badroulbadour was exhausted from her orgasm... the first one she ever had. But her rapist was showing her no mercy. In fact, the pounding in her cunt became even harder and faster. How much more could her little body take before she was split in half?<br/><br/>"Please... I'm not a fuck-toy... not a rape-slave... "<br/><br/>Such words had never come from Badroulbadour before. Then again, she had never been fucked like this before. She couldn't escape... not from the stocks, not from the rape, not from the words coming from her assailant. The princess could see the slaves in the dungeon, some were chained while other knelt submissively before their masters. The longing in their eyes was clear, both for the bent-over teenager and for the violation she was receiving. They wanted her, they all wanted her. Why was she having such thoughts? She was being raped! She shouldn't be getting pleasure from this. And yet the fingers on her clit and the shaft in her cunt were taking her back down the path of ecstasy.<br/><br/>"No!" she cried, tears running down her face. "I'm not a slut!"<br/><br/>And yet this princes started thrusting back with her hips, her cute tight ass smacking against the green flesh of her rapist. Her teenage twat tightened against her will, as if trying to take in more cock. How could her body betray her like this?<br/>