Princess Donna reduced to a common peasant Countdown to Relaunch-14 of 20

Princess Donna’s already on her knees, wrists lashed tight to the wall, while Isis keeps her honest by shoving her onto James’s thick cock. Donna gags, spit spilling down her chin, but Isis grips her hair and won’t let her pull off. James thrusts hard; every inch disappears until Donna’s eyes water and her throat works around him like she’s starving for air. The setup changes. Now she’s spread on her back, knees yanked high, ankles cuffed so she can’t close her legs or hide anything. Rough twine bites into the soft flesh of her tits, swelling them dark and shiny. Isis licks slow circles around her nipples while the cane whistles across Donna’s bare soles. Each strike jerks her whole body, nipples straining against the rope. James lines up again and drives straight in, no mercy, no pause. The brutal rhythm pounds her straight past reason. She cums hard, squirts, shakes, then cums again, louder, raw. The princess voice is gone; all that’s left is the desperate, sobbing moan of a girl used past the point of shame.