Gorgo groaned his thick lips curled back form his big yellow teeth as he realised the dream of a lifetime. He leant back from the pelvis, placing all of the strain of his body weight on her wrists as he commenced to slam in and out with all of his might. He revelled in the internal warmth of her as he pistoned in and out of her expensive flesh, still unable to believe that he was actually fucking the king's baby sister – even if she was the palace whore.

Princess Lilliphane' tortured mind was reeling after more than an hour of flogging in the hellish dungeon and she felt herself in very real danger of plunging into deep, psychic shock.

The whole demonic episode just seemed to be going from bad to worse. Her life was being turned upside down and inside out. Only a few hours ago she had been sitting at the king's table celebrating at the most sumptuous banquet of the whole year. Nobles, squires, pages and footmen: all eagerly attentive to her every whim. Each vying to ensure that she was always entertained, her plate always full of the choicest delicacies and her goblet always brimming with the finest wine. Nothing was too good for the king's sister.

She had revelled in her licentious conduct at table with the young prince as she discreetly fondled him. Later, spending a delicious hour in her bedchamber in anticipation of his remarkable phallus and then he had come to her. His splendid cock had been all that she could have wished and his spunk, so thick and steaming with heat, just the way she had imagined it.

Then the unthinkable horror as he so casually raped her gullet. She had thought her last moments were upon her as her vision blacked out and she faded away with the blood pounding like all of Hell's hammers in her temples.