Decommissioning the Milk Maidens

Part 1 - A Little Debauchery

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick... TOCK...
The giant pendulum clock in Nisroth's mansion hall swings left and right, ceaselessly counting seconds.

"Time... Without it, nothing would be of any value, all things would be mere three dimensional slices of matter. Constant...
Monotonous...
Boring.
Through time, mountains wither into sand, rivers form and dry out, empires rise... but they also fall. People are born... only to inevitably one day die. It is through time that we achieve our greatest heights...and plummet to our darkest days. "

Nisroth clears his throat, looking at the other two men in the room, as they sip red wine from delicate crystal glasses and observe him. They probably don’t care much about his blabbering mouth.

"Tonight, my friends and gentlemen, we celebrate the passage of time!" dictates Nisroth as he opens the doors of the guest room.

"Ladies, come inside! Tonight, you're the stars of the show….”

As Nisroth finishes his speech, three beautiful damsels gracefully stride inside the room and align in front of the trio of suited men. They're all wearing cherry dark red high-heels, coupled with the same color of lipstick, but no other makeup. They're all wearing a pair of stockings, that bring out the form of their young, well-toned legs. They're wearing a pair of red satin panties. Their sex is barely concealed. They're wearing a black latex corset around their abdomen. Their primary assets, their well developed and juicy breasts, are hidden behind slightly transparent, red plastic bras. Their attire would awaken lust in any man.

“Each of you has decided that your time has come, that you reached the apex of your careers and that you want to go out in full glory. We are happy to oblige."

The first milk maiden in line, Britney, is a true black jewel. She's of oriental descent and her brown, smooth skin is accompanied by black as night, long, overflowing hair and a contrasting smile with perfect white teeth. According to her papers, she is 24 and has been milked since 17, more than most of her collegues. Since that age, her breasts have grown from splendid D cups to enormous, overbearing H cups. She's been impregnated several times to facilitate milk production and has also been exercising her body. It takes some pec strength to keep those milk jugs perky and centered.

"I'm pleased to be with you tonight, gentlemen. It's a true honor to be of service and offer entertainment to the emperor himself and to his guests." she speaks solemnly, looking straight ahead.

"And indeed you shall..." replies Garrus, sitting in his chair, without concealing his anticipation.

The second girl is Ashley. She's in her early teens. Her pure, golden hair, blue marble-like eyes, above average height and fair skin point to her being from somewhere in the Scandinavian peninsula. Her udders are approximately E cups and are looking to bust out of her bra. They'll get that chance later this night.

"Pleased to meet you all, I'm Ashley." she opens up with a candid smile, while strutting her body to shake her tits and provoke a reaction.

"We're glad to have a woman as beautiful and well endowed as you here, with us." replies Nisroth, in a full, deep voice.

The third girl is named Lydia. She looks restless, impatient. Her hands are constantly moving. She plays with her ashen red hair and smiles coyly at the men. Her tiny eyes and well rounded, warm face emanates anticipation as she exchanges stares with the three men. She has a tiny frame, barely 1,6 meters tall, but that just makes her all the more likable. Her tits are not as huge as those of her other two collegues, but definitely well suited for her petite body and more than enough for industrial production of premium quality milk.

"You can begin… anytime you want." she remarks, while maintaining eye contact with Ivan and running her hands across her torso, ending the motion with a nice, firm squeeze of her breasts.
"Nis, what are we waiting for, you know formalities aren't really my thing. Let us enjoy the ladies!" murmurs Ivan distractedly, his eyes still fixated upon Lydia's nubile body.

"Well, then, seeing as each of us has already found a favorite, we are ready to begin the evening. For one reason or another, these beyond beautiful milk maidens have chosen to end their careers, here, with us. First, we shall honor their service with a last milking. After that, when everyone's finished enjoying themselves, we shall proceed to the basement, where a game awaits us."

"Fuck, yeah! Nisroth, you the man!" yells Ivan as he rockets from his chair and jumps towards Lydia. He tears her flimsy red bra apart with his massive hands, revealing her tits in their full splendor. She gasps, a bit surprised and smiles at Ivan. He's almost half a meter taller than her, so he kneels in front of her and plunges his face between her flesh milk jugs, motorboating Lydia till her large nipples become prominent, aroused. Ivan looks at Lydia and notices how hot she's become. She bites her upper lip and begins massaging her crotch. Seeing this, Ivan pulls her panties to the side and marvels at her sex.

"You're truly a hot piece of flesh, aren't ya, Lydia?"

She doesn't respond, but instead takes his head in her arms and forces him down to please her with his tongue. He obliges and begins tasting her nectar. His tongue oscillates perfectly and soon she shivers from the pleasure, a wild orgasm taking hold of her.
Next, Ivan points his attention to her teats. They're full of potent juice and after this stimulation, he bets they're ready to give. He places his mouth over her right tit and begins licking it, and massaging it with his hands. With every squeeze he gives, her nipple oozes sweet, white milk into Ivan's mouth. He enjoys every second of it as he switches from gentle squeezes to hard yanks and tame bites of her mammary extremities.

Meanwhile, Garrus heads over to Britney. He grasps her in his arms. They're both smiling and eager to begin. First, they kiss, slowly, with refinement. Afterwards, he turns her around, and carefully unties her bra and her corset. Britney takes a few steps away from Garrus, still holding her clothes on and teases him with a few provocative moves. She throws her bra at him - he catches it and takes a whiff of her perfume. She proceeds to also remove her corset and panty, leaving her almost naked, except for the red stockings. Garrus is clearly aroused, judging by his massive erection and red face. Britney, eager to be milked, walks over to the table and grabs a big cup. She heads over to the stunned man and hands the cup to him - she takes his other empty hand and places it on her chest.

"These aren't going to milk themselves, you know?"

Garrus shakes his head, still a bit dazed by the marvelous shape of Britney’s tits. He places the mug underneath her left breast, angled at 45 degrees, as if he was pouring beer, then he begins. The slow massage and yanking of her breast make her moan.
“Umh. Umph. Tighter. SQUEEZE IT!” she cries in delight.
He kicks it up a notch and gets rougher, slapping her udders and squeezing them forcefully until he fills the cup, which he puts over on the counter. There’s a bulge in his pants. Britney notices. He doesn’t protest as she undoes his belt and pulls down his pants to reveal his massive erect cock.

“My turn to return the pleasure” she whispers to him as she places his cock between her tits. She massages his shaft up and down, engulfing it with her soft fatty mammaries and licking the tip. It doesn’t take long before Garrus explodes on her face and tits.

While Ivan and Garrus revel in the company of the soon to be decommissioned Britney and Lydia, Nisroth takes Ashley into the next room. He likes it a bit more private.

“Alright darlin’, let’s see what you’ve got.” says Nisroth as he takes a seat in an armchair.
The young girl winks provocatively at him as she approaches the armchair. She begins to tease. She springs around, up and down, shaking her tender ass and revealing her sex from time to time.

“You aren’t that innocent and doe eyed now, aren’t you, you little rascal…” replies Nisroth.

Ashley bows down, bearing her breasts in her arms and flopping them around in Nisroth’s face. As she retracts herself and turns around, to excite him some more with her ludicrous looking ass, he unzips his pants.

“Get over here!” he commands in a thunderous voice as he grabs her by the waist and pulls her down.

There’s an ‘Oh’ as she feels his cock briefly rubbing against her ass and then penetrating her cunt. She starts working on his cock, slowly sliding up and down, lubricating it with her juices. She’s leaning on him, with her back obfuscating his face and intoxicating him with her perfume. While she’s getting him warmed up, he unties her bra and gives her enormous tits a thorough groping. They’re ripe for milking so Nisroth, encouraged by the enticing sounds of her moans begins to rub and squeeze her nipples till she starts sprinkling milk. Nobody’s gonna drink it, but Nisroth gets an idea – with his hands still moist, he starts massaging Ashley’s clit. She slowly ups the pace of the fucking, gradually increasing the stimulation of the emperor’s cock. He stops playing around and grabs her by the waist with both hands – he’s now moving her up and down on his cock as fast as he can. Suddenly – crescendo, he unloads a full dose of royal milk up her sex cannal.

Seeing as everyone’s done with the warming up, Nisroth proceeds:

“Alright ladies and friends, let’s hurry up and get going with the main event. The night is still young! Let’s not waste it.” he recites gloriously while leading the group through the mansion’s corridors, into the basement.

Part 2 - Poke em full o' holes

*click*

A switch is pressed and the room lights up. It is a brick walled, long room with a high ceiling. The wall on the other, far side of the room appears to be riddled with bullet holes of all shapes and size. There are stains of dried up blood all over the granite floor. Immediately on the left and right sides of this shooting polygon style room, lay a few cabinets. Nisroth makes way for the group to enter the room and then grins, pointing at three cage-like boxes, hanging from the roof, positioned along the shooting gallery.

“Courtesy of our three retiring milk maiden, we’ll play a game…” he opens up;

“Oooh, a game! Describe it to us, sire! We can hardly wait to see what you’ve come up with.” interrupt Lydia and Britney;

“I hope you three aren’t squeamish when it comes to pain and death, because you’ll be experiencing some of that rather soon.” he resumes;

“Oh, bollocks! Of course they aren’t. Otherwise they wouldn’t be here, being decomissioned.” protests Ivan “Let us get started already!”

“Alright, so the gist of it is that our 3 damsels will be locked in three bulletproof glass cages. Those cages have, however, a hole at chest height, so that their breasts can hang outside. They’ll get inside the cages, muffled or unmuffled, then the cages will be hoisted up, so that they are face down, to allow their tits to hang diddily through the air. The fun part is that they’ll be placed 25 meters away from us, and they’ll be swinging perpendicularly to us while being swung by pendulums. First in line will be Britney, then, half a meter apart will swing Lydia and then Ashley. It’s important to note that they aren’t swinging in sync so there’ll only be brief moments when they overlap-“

“I see where this is going. So… what will we use? Bow and arrow? Pistols? Hatchets?” asks Garrus impatiently;

"Maybe even a minigun..." adds Ivan while eyeing Lydia's heaving chest;

“All of these are very tempting options, but considering the range…we’ll be using .308 caliber sniper rifles. We’ll take turns taking shots at the nubile breasts of our resident three beauties. We each have 3 shots. Each pierced breast is 1 point. Hitting and obliterating a nipple yields 10 points, considering the difficulty. Grazing or scratching a breast doesn’t count, a hole needs to be shot through for it to be considered a point. Any questions?”

“How will we keep track of our scores?” inquires Ivan.

“There are three high speed cameras that will be placed in front of each of our lasses’ fun bags. We’ll count at the end the score of each of us. Oh, also - the winner gets to decide who he gets to snuff…or, maybe keep for himself. I don’t really care what you do with them. Each of us gets a girl. Whether that girl will be damaged or not, is entirely up to us. Let’s get rolling.” are Nisroth’s last words for the moment, as he takes the three girls to the cages in order to prepare them.

He can see they’re a bit uneasy so he offers them painkillers and a gag, so they can bite down when the pain comes. Ashley takes both, even though she's least likely to be hit.
‘A shame, I would have liked hearing her melodious voice produce screeches of agony. Oh well…’ Nisroth thinks to himself as he gags her. Lydia turns out to be a true pain whore, refusing either of those, while Britney only takes the painkillers. She’s in first line and will probably need them most. Her breasts are also the biggest, so they’ll be the easiest targets.

“I thank you for your services. You will be remembered as our empire’s finest milk maidens.” utters Nisroth a bit nonchalantly as he hoists them up. He fiddles with their flopping udders a bit then starts the pendulum machine and heads back to Ivan and Garrus.

Nisroth opens up one of the cabinets, revealing 3 winchester 0.308 hunting rifles. He hands one to each of his friends and takes the last one himself.

“We all have a clip with only 3 bullets loaded. Garrus, seeing as Britney is first in line, I’ll let you take the first shot. Ivan and I will follow suit, and we will repeat this sequence 3 times. Oh, one last thing, if one of their breasts gets completely severed by one of our bullets, then that person automatically wins, with the other two having to count their points and settle who’s the second and whose third.”

“Fuck yeah. Luck’s always been my strong point.” yells Ivan.

“Let us begin, then!” replies Garrus.

The girls are swinging at about 1 meter above the ground, so in order to shoot from a prone position they use a table on which they stand.

Garrus takes aim. He wants to go big on the first shot, so he watches for a moment where all three are aligned. He takes a deep breath and shoots.

“AAAAAAAAAAAARGH” screams Britney as the big metal object blasts a hole through her milk melons, immolating her mammary tissue, causing searing pain and leaving behind a gaping red hole at the base of her feminine prides. The dark red hole that's just a few centimeters from her ribs begins to ooze out a mix of blood and traces of milk. Both her tits are pierced through, but Lydia and Ash escape the metal slug's wrath.

“You sure she took painkillers?“ asks Garrus.

“I suppose… anyway, good shot. Ivan you’re up”

Ivan kneels instead of using the table. He doesn’t aim for long and squeezes the trigger fully. Britney and Lydia both screech in agony. The bullet scratches Britney’s left tit, but it only manages to burn the flesh and cause pain, while Lydia’s breasts take a full centered hit that leaves behind a perfect tunnel through her soft fatty glands. Her scream only stops once she runs out of air.

“There’s more where that came from baby!” yells Ivan

“2 points for Ivan. Britney’s only got scratched.” says Nisroth reviewing the glorious slow motion footage of Lydia's torment;

“It’s harder than I thought. I like challenges.” mumbles Ivan;

Nisroth prepares to take his shot, he watches Ashley’s plump tits swing left and right. Her erect pink nipples are like a bull’s eye.

*BOOM*

The bullet leaves a trail of heat that Britney and Lydia barely feel as their pain obfuscates their senses, but it passes between their dangling tits, not causing further damage. Ashley feels relief as well, as the bullet narrowly misses her nipples and instead gets shattered into a lot of pieces upon impact with the reinforced concrete wall at the end of the room that's stained with blood and impact holes. That wall has been the final destination of many bullets that passed through beautiful damsels.

"Pff, I'll get you next time... my dearest Ashley..."

*AAAAAAAARHHGHGH* scream Lydia and Britney in a chorus of shear pain.
Garrus's second shot is a 4 pointer. He manages to poke two more holes into Britney's already bleeding breasts, leaving streams of blood and traces of milk to pour on her forms and drip from her dark chocolate colored erect nipples. Lydia's slightly tanned and enticing breasts suffer a similar fate, now having 4 total cannals dug through her stupendous mammaries.

"FUCK YEAH." exclaims Garrus as he takes the lead with 6 points.

"Heh, that's nothing! Watch my next shot!" yells back Ivan.

He takes up his position on the table and watches with baited breath at the swinging tits of all three girls...waiting for them to be aligned. He probably wants to obliterate the nipples of at least two of them.

None of the three is breathing and then... the suspense vanishes as the bullet exits the muzzle with explosive speed.

Britney bites her lip before letting out a blood curdling scream as her breasts get pierced for a third time. Her delicate skin and soft fatty tissue that resides inside her twin peaks are no match for the steel bullet that carves a bleeding and burning hole right under the base of her aureolas, sparing her erect nipples the devastation.

Lydia, however, gets both of her pink prides removed by the speeding metal objects. Jets of blood stream out and stain the granite floor. They probably won't be cleaned any time soon. Once Ivan looks at the footage he jumps with joy as he has taken the lead now with 14 points. A very respectable score.

Nisroth look at Emily...drugged and swinging in her cage in the back. She hasn't even been hit yet, but this was part of his plan, to leave her in the back as possible so he could enjoy her demise in the best possible state. He takes his time to aim at her almost hypnotizing tits swing, anticipating the shot that would make Ashley a nippleless woman. He squeezes the trigger slowly until the riffle triggers the mechanism and the bullet flies. It pierces the fifth hole in Britney's tits, around the three hits that were at the base of her jugs, as at that height were also Ashley's most precious extremities. Britney's glorious tits are now a bloody sieve, almost ready to blown away by another bullet.

At last, success. Ashley bites down on the gag as the pain of her nipples being evaporated overwhelms her sensory neurons, even if it's dulled by the drugs she's taken. The bullet then finds it's resting place in the wall at the end, staining it with minute traces of Ashley's nipple and Britney's tit fat. No doubt Nisroth's dogs would like to lick that wall clean of all that blood then ravage and tear at the bosom of the three vixens, but that won't happen as they've already been fed and asleep. Nisroth is now the second, with 12 points to his name.

Garrus is looking a bit nervous, only having 6 points, so he decides that his only chance is to shoot at Britney, his chosen toy for the night. He must either shoot off her tits or her nipples to come in second. As her leaking tits swing back and forth, he makes a brash decision and shoots without proper aim. His shot, however, manages to completely remove Britney's nipples. Both of them. It was rather spectacular to see them on the slow motion recap as they get deformed and pushed with such speed that meat that made up her nipples is simply torn apart from the rest of her tit and then probably splattered on the wall at the end. Garrus becomes the second, with 16 points.

Ivan shows no mercy for Britney's jugs. He decides... or rather his bullet, that Britney's tits just can't have enough metal flying through them and he pokes the 5th hole at the base of her swinging meat bags, making them very close to coming off. Lydia gets only one of her breasts punctured. The screaming they both produce has little effect now on the boys. Ivan has 17 points and is now second.

"Watch and learn." says Nisroth as he prepares to take his last shot.

He must either destroy Lydia's nipples -the last ones in the game- or make Britney's meat bags go free from her chest, allowing her pectorals, or what's left of them... to be free from their burden.

A few moments pass as Nisroth prepares for the final shot of the contest. His nerves are cold as steel as he squeezes the trigger.

*BOOOM*

*THUD* *THUD*

"AAAAAAARGHHHHHHH* Lydia and Britney's screams fill the chamber.

"The absolute madman himself..." grins Garrus.

"Well done." Ivan shakes Nisroth's hand.

Nisroth won the game with a demonstration of incredible skill, both severing Britney's tits from the base and at the same time pulverizing Lydia's hot red nipples.

---

"Ashley is mine." states Nisroth victoriously.

"I choose Lydia..." states Ivan a bit disappointed that he lost, though he did get to choose his favorite toy.

"Aaaand Britney will have her last meeting with me, then." ends Garrus. He's no sore loser, yet he still feels bad that his toy is the most damaged.

---

Nisroth pulls a lever and lowers the glass cages that held still living target bunnies inside. Their life still had the chance to provide so much pleasure, even if parts of their feminine beauty were damaged beyond repair.

"While I free the girls, go sift through the cabinets and find yourselves some grown man toys." says Nisroth as he unlocks Britney's cage and she springs out, her hands free.

She grasps and feels the place where her huge tits once were, but her hands only feel raw meat and get stained by her blood. The bleeding won't cause her to pass out anytime soon, but she feels a bit dizzy. She grabs her damaged tits from the floor. They barely even resemble breasts anymore and are but separate masses of fatty tissue that still holds a bit of milk. She tosses them away and goes straight to Ivan to browse the cabinets alongside him. As he stares at each weapon her look changes. She would like to go out suddenly, preferably with a boom...

"This. I want you to blow me away." she says, pointing at a large 20 gauge shotgun.

Garrus winks at her, smacks her ass and then grabs the shotgun with a hand then pulls her toward him with his other hand and he begins kissing her. Britney wastes no time to unzip Garrus's pants so that her cunt would have a last supper - big fat cock. They end up on the floor, Garrus on top, fucking her with ample motions, the shotgun besides them. As he rides her, he chokes her with his left hand a bit, while he uses his right hand to tear away what bloody extremities were left behind on her chest, until he sees the feint ivory of one of her ribs. Her cunt strangles his member even more as she remains out of air. Before she passes out, Garrus lets her breathe and gets his shotgun. He lifts her head up a bit so that he can place the barrel in her mouth.

It feels cold and big. Britney welcomed her impending demise and started to suck on the metal barrel, as if it were the juiciest dick she ever saw, while she rubbed her clit as her pussy was getting rammed ever so faster. Suddenly... climax. Britney feels her vagina being filled by Garrus's hot spunk. It is a fleeting feeling, as after that only darkness follows.

Impenetrable.

Eternal.

Void.

Her mind was splattered all over the floor, along with bits of her skull. Her face still looked like she was about to orgasm, like she was feeling intense pleasure, with her mouth around the shotgun's barrel. Her mind could not create these kinds of stimulations now, or any stimulation or feeling for that matter, as it was blown out the back of her head. Garrus took one more shot, this time with the shotgun out of her mouth - and destroyed her pretty face. It was now an unrecognizable gory mess that was littering the floor.

"You were a good girl, Britney." he says as he pulls out of her now dead and clenched cunt.

---

While the scene was unfolding, Lydia was freed and was now kneeling in front of Ivan, working his shaft. The tears of pain she cried during the shooting had ruined her makeup, but this only made her pretty face even sexier as she looked vulnerable, exposed. Her green eyes were making constant contact with Ivan's cold, lustful stare. He caressed her ashen red hair with his hand as she caressed his dick with her lips and delicate hands. 'She's very beautiful' Ivan thinks to himself. as he holds a bat in his hands, imagining how he'd strike her petite little head and destroy that beauty. The anticipation, the feeling of holding absolute power over her life sends so much dopamine up in his reward circuit that he feels almost transcendant. He could strike her unconscious at any time, maybe even crack open her skull with the first strike and watch as her mind oozes out while she twitches in her death throes. These mental simulations, accompanied by the nubile Lydia's lips around his cock make him cum. He cums in her mouth, pulls out and then cums for a few seconds on her face. She takes it all with an open mouth and then leans back on her hands, allowing her head to be struck clean by Ivan's merciless bat. The redheaded milk maiden is ready to embrace her fate.

Ivan raises his bat up in the air and prepares to strike. He swing.

Lydia is surprised as Ivan stops himself midswing. There is almost a look of disappointment on her face. A few seconds pass and Ivan looks at her vulnerable young frame, at her longing stare to be terminated. She's a total doll. Ivan leans forward, leaves the bat down and closes her surprised mouth.

"Only a slight detail..." he says.

He puts his big hands on her tits and fondles them a bit, then squeezes them, milk and blood pouring out the bullet holes and her ruined nipples. He then places two of his fingers from each hand inside the holes that were made in her breasts by the passing bullets. Her soft tits feel very arousing to the touch. Ivan rips her tits away without any notice, causing poor Lydia to scream out in renewed pain.

"Here. Eat them while staring at me with your beautiful, beautiful eyes." says Ivan as he hands her her own breasts.

She's reluctant at first, but being the good slut that she is, Lydia takes a bite of off her right breast. It tastes weird... a bit salty and irony from the blood, and the texture isn't better... chewy fat and skin. She resumes her kneeled position, ready to be executed, while eating her own tits. Her legs are a bit spread apart now, so that she might finger herself and give her clit some good rubbing. Ivan stares at her seductive face, slowly taking bite after bite, until her right breast is fully eaten, and her face is bloody. Her green eyes and lustful stare remain fixed on him as she takes the other one and begins to gorge on it.

Ivan watches with anticipation, preparing to strike. He's hard again and he knows what he'll do. He raises the bat. Lydia manages to reach orgasm as she frantically rubs herself harder and harder at the sight of the bat. She swallows her bite then lets out a moan of pleasure. Ivan casts his bat down with incredible force until the bat makes contact with the side of Lydia's head.

There's a sudden ringing in her head, followed by dizziness and then it all blacks out. She collapses on her side, her eyes staring blankly at Ivan's feet. He probably cracked her skull, but her brain was still in the cranium, making her body twitch on the floor. Ivan decided to remedy this twitching with a flurry of swings to her head, completely spreading the beautiful readhead's brain matter on the floor. Well, her face was indeed beatiful a few moments ago, but now it was a red mess of skin that wasn't properly supported by her shattered skull. The eye on the side where she got hit popped out of it's orbit and rolled towards Ivan. He didn't notice it, stepped on it and almost tripped.
That was the end for Lydia.

---

While this was taking place Nisroth had already freed Ashley from her restraints and snuck with her into his bedroom.

"You don't want to kill me now...do you?" she asks while sitting on the bed, while Nisroth was locking the door.

Nisroth remained silent and turned towards her. She had her legs spread and was fondling her breasts. Her nipples were gone and she was now bleeding again due to her squeezing her tits.

"You placed me in the last line, even though my breasts were smaller. You took careful aim and only blew my nipples away...Why?" she continued;

"Maybe..." he responds criptically and gets closer to her.

"Maybe I'll cauterize your tits and keep you as my fuck doll for a few days." he says, grasping her tear shaped tits with his hands.

"Then...I'd swing a sledgehammer to burst those tits like balloons of milk." he says suddenly squeezing her tits until substantial blood began oozing out her nipples.

"Then I'd have to dispatch you in an entertaining manner...perhaps feeding my dogs with you. Maybe using one of my anti tank riffles to pop your pretty blonde head." Nisroth whispered into her ear, turning her on like a christmas tree light. If she'd have nipples, they'd be as hard as they can get.

"Or maybe you'll let me please you..." she whispers in an alluring tone, unzipping Nisroth's pants and stroking his cock, while smiling perversely in his face.

He takes her hands and pins them on the bed and then mounts over her. She's very agile and lifts her toned belly and pelvis in the air, brushing her cunt against the emperor's hard pole.

"So eager... so lustful. I like you Ashley."

Nisroth pushes his cock inside her and unites his lips with hers. Her nubile face with candid blue eyes were just irresistable. He fucked her senseless for a good thirty minutes, while playing with either her voluptuous tits or her cute, lovely face. He came inside her sex, impregnating her. It felt warm, moist, heavenly inside Ashley. He fucked her until she had orgasmed and he went limp.

He then kissed her one more time and pulled the blanket over them. He'd see how he feels about her the next day. Pretty little Ashley's fate was left undetermined for that night.