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It’s been so long since Alkandi reigned that we’ve dismissed her legend as myth. We’ve forgotten why we fear the Dark Queen so.” A string of drool hung from the corner of Mother’s mouth, “Your arrogance and hatred will destroy us all in the end. Bentius will burn.” “Oh, that Hardcore was creepy.” I laughed, “But I don’t think I’ll frame my foreign policy around the prophecy of a drug-addled convict. Now, where were we? Ah, that’s right,” I reached into my bag, and watched Mother’s eyes widen when I revealed what I’d grabbed, “I was just torturing you.” Mother was screaming again, the sound so shrill that it was nearly demonic. She was in a contraption called ‘the bowman.’ Two cruel metal clamps bit into her nipples, connected by a chain between her breasts that Big Dick was drawn like a bowstring, pulled downward by a second chain that clamped to her clitoris; the ‘arrow’ as it were. Using the lever that pulled on her shackled wrists, I systematically drew back the bowman’s bow by making Mother straighten. babe Her breasts were stretched to conical points aimed at the floor, her nipples reaching the end of their elasticity, and her clit pointing upward like a miniature cock, blood-red with pressure. “You’re doing so well, just a little bit more!” I encouraged, and cranked the lever once more. Mother sobbed, her thighs rubbing desperately, clear fluid running freely between then. Her head was forced between her outstretched arms as her wrists were pulled higher, her hands coming together at the apex of her extended form. I worried that her shoulders might be rendered from their sockets, but no; the lever stopped at its final position, and Mother’s breath caught her throat. There she was, frozen in a paralysis of immeasurable tension, simultaneously being pulled apart and together. I stared in awe of her, walking carefully around her, daring not to disturb my masterpiece. Her breasts stretched grotesquely, her clit extended perversely, and her face was a portrait of tears smearing her makeup, spit stringing from her chin, and cheeks flushed with agony and ecstasy alike. “Amazing.” I whispered, circling her, “It’s like every part of you is on the precipice, and just the lightest touch might send you over.” I reached out, and grazed my fingernails down her tense dorsal muscles. Mother whimpered, a sound so full of masochistic delight that it nearly took me, but I restrained my urges. “I could play you like a harp,” I said, stopping before her, staring into her bloodshot, dilated eyes. I hooked one finger under her chain, and plucked it. Mother cried out, her voice rich with ecstasy, her body trembling with it. I plucked it again, only this time I didn’t release right away, but held the chain in my hooked finger, drawing out her torture until she was panting between her screams. I loosed the chain, and her breasts bounced against her chest, her entire body recoiling slightly. Her voiced sputtered back to its sobbing moans, but she didn’t look away from me. She stared at me with big pleading eyes, biting her lip and knitting her brow in a show of complete vulnerability. ‘More?’ The look seemed to say, ‘Will you give me more, please?’ But she wouldn’t give voice to it, not yet. I grinned, and reached into my bag. The next toy looked like a leather belt, only instead of a buckle, it had six metal close pins. Mother growled and hissed as I took one of her feminine petals and hooked delicate Blowjobs triangles of flesh into the pins. Wrapping the belt around her waist, I stretched one side of her open, causing her to squeal like a stuck sow. 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