Twisted

You... you plan to send me to those beasts?" The lady stuttered in fright, squirming on the floor.

"It is your honor as the princess of Ashford," the king asserted.

"But I am not the princess," she yelled in desperation.

"You said I was chosen to keep the real princess away from the public because she's sick. Your Highness, I didn't sign up for this. You cannot hand me over to those beasts. The...

I lay there, my face buried in the sticky remnants of my mother's tattered genitals, her exhausted body slumped against me like a conquered trophy. The room reeked of semen, feces, and sweat—our dorm buddies had long since left, laughing hysterically. Sophie's thighs trembled near my ear, her thick labia still twitching, spilling the group sex cocktail onto my lips. My heart raced, and I froze. Sh...