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The scorching sun beat down upon the fallen citadel's courtyard, casting harsh shadows

As the headsmen approached, Lady Rai and Prisha eagerly lowered themselves onto their knees, their bodies quivering with anticipation. The smell of sweat and musk filled the air as the men towered over them, their bulging members throbbing with excitement.

her once-gorgeous form still radiating a raw sensuality, knelt before her captors, her wide bun of fiery red hair cascading down her back. Her lips, now roughed and softened from numerous encounters, parted eagerly as she squatted low, ready to perform the most explicit act upon their foul, odorous penises.

Lady Rai's red hair spilled over her shoulders as she eagerly took one of the men into her mouth. Her lips were soft and plump, and she delighted in the feeling of his member pulsing against her tongue. Prisha, meanwhile, used her nimble tongue to tease another man, flicking it back and forth across the sensitive tip of his penis.

The men groaned with pleasure as the two women worked their magic, coaxing out their wild Zevk suyu with skillful strokes and licks. Lady Rai's mature body was a thing of beauty, her curves and contours accentuated by the way she squatted low under her captor's вонючие острые пенисы. Prisha's lithe form was equally mesmerizing, her dancer's body undulating with each movement as she lavished attention on her chosen partner.

As the men approached climax, both women smiled, eager to taste their Boşalma upon their похоть drawn faces. They relished in the sensation of warm, sticky semen coating their skin, feeling a sense of pride at having pleased their captors so thoroughly.

The men, emboldened by the debauchery that had unfolded thus far, grew even bolder in their desires. They commanded Lady Rai and Prisha to engage in a perverted act of cum swapping, a display of their unbridled lust and exhibitionism. The women, their faces smeared with the sticky trails of semen, locked eyes and grinned with a wicked understanding.

Without hesitation, they leaned toward each other, their tongues meeting in a sinful dance, eagerly lapping up the stripes of cum that adorned their blushing cheeks. Their lips brushed against one another's, sharing the taste of their captors' essence, as they reveled in their shared perversity.

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Lady Rai and Prisha knelt side by side, their naked bodies pressed against each other as they serviced their captors. Despite their fierce rivalry, there was a deep undercurrent of emotion between them that neither could fully express.

As they worked, Rai couldn't help but steal glances at Prisha from the corner of her eye. Prisha's lithe form was a stark contrast to her own curves, and Rai couldn't help but wonder if her captor preferred the younger woman's body over her own.

Prisha, sensing Rai's gaze, shot her a sly grin. "What's the matter, Rai? Feeling a little insecure?"

Rai bristled at the comment, but tried to maintain her composure. "Hardly. I just don't see why you have to resort to such base tactics to please your man."

Prisha's eyes flashed with amusement.

Their love for him had once beena bond that connected them, but now it was the very thing that had driven them apart. 

Their rivalry had driven them apart, and it was all because of him - Rai's son-in-law, and Prisha's husband. The same man who had once ejaculated in both their bodies and lips, and whom they had both fought over.  initially Rai had introduced young Prisha to be her son-in-law as a lover to displace another rival, but in time Rai began to be threatened by Prisha's youth and increased favor with the Rai's son-in-law (who had been Rai's long time lover) because of this history. Prisha saw Rai as possessive and thus greedy, and Rai saw Prisha as utterly depraved and even feral.

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Lady Rai and Prisha were both lost in the throes of passion as they serviced their captors, their mouths occupied and barely able to breathe. But even in the midst of their pleasure, they couldn't help but think of him - the man who had caused so much pain and jealousy between them.

Rai let out a soft moan, her mind drifting to memories of her son-in-law's touch. She had loved him once, with a passion that consumed her. But now, all she felt was a bitter resentment towards the man who had torn her and Prisha apart.

The two women glared at each other, their rivalry boiling over into open hostility once again. But as they continued to servicetheir captors, they couldn't help but steal glances at each other, their eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and regret.

In that moment, they both realized that what they had before in love was now little more than hate. Their jealousy had driven them apart, and it was all because of him.

The memory of his touch, once so sweet, now filled them both with a bitter resentment. And yet, even as they seethed with anger, there was a deep sadness in their eyes.

The captors, noticing the pause in their oral ministrations, pulled both women back, their faces red with exertion and emotion.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of their shared pain and regret hanging heavy in the air.

And then, without a word, they turned back to their captors, their mouths taking in the unwashed, slick members once again.

As they continued to service them, their eyes drifted to each other again, the pupils meeting in their periphery vision. And for a moment, they both felt a glimmer of what they once had - a deep sense of love and connection that had been lost to them for so long.

But as quickly as it came, the feeling was gone, 

But beneath the surface, there was a deep pain that neither could express.

Despite the regret and sadness they felt, they both knew that they still loved him. been twisted and distorted by their rivalry and jealousy towards each other. 

As they continued to take in the slick members of their captors, their eyes met again, but this time with a sense of sadness and regret. They knew that what they had before was gone forever, replaced by a bitter rivalry that had driven them apart.

And yet, even as they stirred up the men's wild pleasure with flourishes of their darting tongues, they couldn't help but steal glances at each other, their eyes filled with a mixture of longing and pain.

the pupils looking at each other in their periphery vision. Despite their mouths being occupied and barely able to breathe, they couldn't help but steal glances at each other. The pain of their lost friendship and love was almost too much to bear, and as they continued to take in the unwashed, slick members,

 as they stirred up the men's wild pleasure with flourishes of their darting tongues,

And so, they continued on, their bodies wracked with emotion as they serviced their captors, their minds lost in a sea of regret and longing for a pastthat could never be regained.

But as the men's Boşalma erupted all over their drawn faces, they both knew that those days were gone forever. They were now nothing more than

The men surrounding the two women moaned and grunted as they reached their climax, their rough hands grabbing both women's hair and holding their exhausted and oxygen-deprived heads up in the air. Both women drooled fiercely, their tongues hanging out of their mouths like dogs in heat, saliva streaming down their chins.

Finally, each pack of men surrounding the two women groaned and gasped as they reached their climax. The brutal arms that had been holding both women's hair tightly throughout their ordeal now pulled them even closer, forcing their faces into the men's groins for the final release.

Then, with a fierce roar, one of the executioners shot his thick, sticky web all over Rai's pale face. In the distance, another man sprayed his own sticky, slimy white web all over Prisha's oval, tanned face.

After the first headsman had climaxed on Rai's face, she couldn't help but snigger inwardly at her small victory, but her rival Prisha wasn't ready to give up just yet. She snuck a glance at her competition, a frown temporarily marring her beautiful features.

As the seconds ticked by and her man still hadn't come, Prisha grew desperate. She groped at his balls, massaging them with one hand, while she pumped her mouth up and down on his shaft with the other. Her eyes were watery with frustration and she began to grind her body against his, hoping that the extra stimulation would do the trick.

Finally, with a groan, the second headsman released his load all over Prisha's face. She blinked rapidly, the cum dripping into her eyes and stinging them. But at least she had managed to make him come.

Rai, on the other hand, was feeling triumphant. She could see the disappointment and humiliation on her rival's face and it only served to fuel her own desire to please her captors. She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye, as she licked the cum off her face.

The other men, following their leader's lead, flicked their own sticky threads onto the women's faces, covering their cheeks and mouths in a thick layer of semen.

As the men finally finished, they released the women's hair and stepped back, leaving them both gasping for air and covered in a thick layer of sticky liquid. 

As if demanding something from their pets, the stuttering executioners asked the women to clean their slimy and twitching phalluses completely. The competition stipulated that the last of the two women to coax out the executioner's ejaculation would be dispatched first. In this case, Prisha had lost, and all knew it.

Prisha's face was unrecognizable after she was blasted by half a dozen of the men. Her once smooth and oval complexion was now covered in a thick layer of sticky, slimy white fluid. Her cheeks were coated in the men's semen, and their sticky members had left trails of their fluids all over her face.

She looked dazed and numb, as if all her energy and fight had been drained from her. Her eyes were vacant, and she blinked slowly as the men continued to rake their slimy members over her face in their wild celebration.

Her once proud and defiant expression was now replaced with one of resignation and defeat. She had lost the competition, and all knew it. She had given up, succumbing to the men's brutal and degrading treatment.

As the men continued to use her face and mark it with their white streaks, Prisha felt nothing. She was soulless and empty, a shell of the woman she once was. The men's fluids dripped down her chin and onto her breasts, leaving her feeling violated and degraded.

But even as she felt the men's fluids coating her face and body, Prisha couldn't help but think of Rai. She knew that they hadonce been friends and lovers, and she felt a pang of sadness and regret for the way things had turned out between them.

As the men finally finished, they stepped back, leaving Prisha covered in their sticky, slimy fluids. She felt like a stone pillar covered in bird droppings, marked and defiled by the men's savage treatment.

But even as she stood there, feeling violated and degraded, Prisha knew that she still had one thing left - her pride. 

As she obediently licked the thick, salty liquid from their members, tears streamed down her face. She knew what was coming, and the knowledge filled her with a mix of fear and resignation.

But despite her fear, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of release, as if the end of her suffering was finally at hand. She continued to service the men, her tongue flicking over their phalluses in a desperate attempt to delay her inevitable fate.

Rai, on the other hand, watched in horror as Prisha continued to lick and suck the executioners' members. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't bear to watch her friend and former lover suffer such a brutal fate.

But even as her heart ached with sorrow, Rai knew that she too would soon meet the same fate. She closed her eyes and tried to prepare herself for what was to come.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat, semen, and fear. The taste of salt and musk lingered on their tongues, while the sensation of rough hands gripping their hair and holding their heads in place was almost suffocating.

her captor whispered something to her that made her pause.

He admitted that he had cheated, that he had deliberately withheld his ejaculation on her face so that he could quickly follow up with a proper beheading. Prisha seemed to not mind, still lost and dazed from the ordeal she had just endured.

Instead, she whispered back, saying that perhaps it was better this way, that she couldn't bear to see Rai die first. And with that, she padded barefoot over to Rai, her cheeks blushing with warmth.

Prisha cupped Rai's sperm-covered cheeks and kissed her tenderly, a moment so timeless and tender that even the surrounding headsmen gasped and marveled at the sight. Prisha then broke the kiss and told Rai that it was never about boys for her, that she had only ever wanted to stay by Rai's side and love her.

Rai was stunned and groaned as tears welled up in her eyes. She realized that Prisha had only ever loved her, and had never been power-hungry or wanted to displace her position.

Realization washed over Rai like a tidal wave, shattering the walls she had built around her heart. She groaned, tears streaming down her face as she 

As Prisha was taken away to be dispatched, Rai watched helplessly, unable to find the words to express her emotions. 

Prisha knelt devoutly on the tiles and sent a message to her bare neck, indicating where the massive blade would split her in two.

Kneeling devoutly on the scorching tiles, Prisha massaged her neck leisurely, aware of the impending doom that awaited her. 

Then, with a lost look at her stammering lover, Prisha turned her eyes to her headsman. She licked her lips, which were still covered in his dried semen, and sultrily winked at him, telling him not to make a mess.

Rai's heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces as she watched Prisha's head race over the courtyard's tiles. She clambered on all fours after it, her face furled deep with despair and loss.

 She was consumed by a sense of loss and sadness, her mind unable to comprehend the senseless violence that had taken her beloved companion away.

As the dusky голова raced over the courtyard's tiles, Lady Rai clambered on all fours after it, her face furled deep with despair and loss. She finally caught up to the сквиртующая голова and took up the cheeks with both of her well-manicured hands, watching as Prisha's already закатывающие глаза rolled back deep into the back of her sockets.

Rai's heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest as she watched Prisha's head roll away. Her mind was numb with shock and grief, unable to comprehend the reality of what had just happened.

She clambered on all fours after the head, her hands trembling as she reached out to grasp it.

Finally catching up to the squirting head, Rai took up the cheeks with both of her well-manicured hands, watching as Prisha's already rolling eyes rolled back deep into the back of her sockets.

She gazed into Prisha's rolling eyes, hoping to see some spark of life, some sign that her beloved was still with her. But all she saw was

The reality of her lover's demise crashed upon her like a cruel wave, drowning her in an ocean of sorrow.

Unaware of the world around her, Rai leaned closer to Prisha's motionless lips, hoping to catch a final word, a whisper of solace. But instead, she was met with a perverse sight. The mouth of her departed lover дёрнулся, a grotesque spasm that unleashed a wad of Белая сперма. It splattered onto the scalding tiles, its viscid splotch spreading 

As Rai leaned in closer, hoping to hear a final word from Prisha's lips, she was met with a sight that made her stomach turn. A wad of white semen oozed out of Prisha's mouth, splattering onto the tiles.

Desperately hoping to hear a final word from her beloved, Rai leaned in close, but all she heard was the sound of Prisha's mouth jerking. As she watched in horror, a wad of white semen oozed out of Prisha's mouth, splattering onto the tiles.

Tears streamed down her face as she cradled Prisha's head in her lap, her heart breaking with each passing moment. 

Rai felt like she had been punched in the gut. as she realized that Prisha was truly gone, that she would never hear her voice or feel her touch again.

Tears streamed down Rai's face as she cradled Prisha's head in her lap, her fingers brushing through the strands of her hair. She felt like a part of her had died with Prisha, and that she would never be whole again.

As Rai's mind snapped, something truly went wrong in her brain. She let the head of Prisha drop carelessly on the tiles once more and began to giggle uncontrollably. She felt like she was losing her mind.

In the stunned gaze of all the watching headsmen, Rai began to pleasure herself furiously. One hand squeezed her magnificent breast while the other dove fiercely into her dripping pussy.

The men watched as her limbs convulsed and then sharply articulated as waves of orgasms shook the mature woman's squatting figure, as if possessed by electricity. They watched as the balls of her soft feet wobble on the floor shook with her movements.

Finally, when she made a puddle under her feet, Rai opened her heavily made-up eyes and turned to the men, offering them to urinate on her and then take her however they pleased before killing her.

It was clear that Rai had lost all sense of dignity and self-respect. She was completely consumed by her own desires, no longer caring about anything else in the world.

The men watched in shock and awe as Rai offered herself up to them, a broken and desperate shell of the woman she once was. 

The headsmen were initially shocked at Rai's twisted proposal, but they eagerly accepted it. With their sweaty hands, they pulled apart their own dirty and slimy folds, itching their flesh, before forming a ring around her pretty cheeks as she closed her eyes and focused heavily (still lost in her pleasure) on the contours of her face in the places where they would soon urinate.

The headsmen had no remorse as they displayed Prisha's head impaled high on the wall of the castle. Rai watched them with mild interest, her mind still consumed by thoughts of her lover and the taste of her sweet tongue.

Prisha's dead mouth was wide open, as if groaning in agony. But Rai was no longer capable of feeling anything but her own pleasure, and she masturbated eagerly as the men pitched the head up on the wall.

The men displayed Prisha's head upon the castle walls, piercing it high. Rai watched them as they did so. She no longer cared, and appeared only mildly intrigued by the sight of her former rival's severed head. The tongue, whose sweet loving taste Rai could still remember, was widely parted as if she was groaning. But Rai only masturbated eagerly as the men pitched it up, while the other headsmen prepared their urine to outline her face. When Rai closed her eyes, she was still kissing Prisha in that timeless buzzing kiss. Even as the burning and smoking urine of the men splashed onto her high cheekbones.

their sweaty hands spreading open their own folds of dirty and slimy, itching of the foreskin. They then formed a ring around her pretty face, as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the areas where they were about to pee, still lost in her pleasure.

her body writhing with desire as the men prepared to piss on her face.

burning her skin as it traced lines down her high cheekbones. Still, Rai closed her eyes and continued to pleasure herself, lost in the memory of her timeless kiss with Prisha. Nothing else mattered in that moment, not even the searing sensation of the men's piss on her face.

Instantly, dozens of phalluses sprang to life and rose up as streams of bitter urine flowed out of them. The men groaned in pain and pleasure as they urinated on the defeated matron's face, admiring her high cheekbones. There was no protest from Rai, instead, she even stuck out her long tongue and let it flick in the bitter stream.

As the men finished, they stepped back and surveyed their handiwork. Rai's face was covered in urine, her hair matted and sticky. But she didn't seem to care, lost in her own world of lust and madness.

The headsmen knew that Rai was no longer the woman they had captured. She had been broken and reduced to nothing more than a plaything for their amusement. 

The other headsmen readied themselves, their bladders full and ready to douse Rai's face with their urine. Rai closed her eyes, still lost in the memory of her lover's touch, still kissing her in that timeless, buzzing kiss.

Instantly, dozens of phalluses came to life, rising up as streams of bitter urine arrived. The men groaned (as if stung by pain), urinating on the defeated matron's face and surveying her high cheekbones. There was no protest, instead, she even stuck out her long tongue and let it snap in the bitter stream.

As the scorching and steaming urine of the men splashed against her high cheekbones, Rai continued to pleasure herself without a care in the world.

The atmosphere was thick with the musky scent of sweat and urine. The men's bodies trembled with desire and fear as they took turns urinating on Rai's face. Her body convulsed with pleasure as the streams hit her, and she moaned with each new wave of urine.

they couldn't help themselves, couldn't resist the allure of her beauty and her willingness to do anything to please them.

As they urinated on her, they felt a sense of power and control that they had never experienced before. It was a heady rush, a feeling of dominance and superiority that made them forget everything else in the world.

Rai was completely lost in her own pleasure, her mind consumed by the sensation of warm urine cascading down her face. She was like a woman possessed, her body writhing and convulsing with each new stream, her moans filling the air.

For Rai, there was no regret or remorse. She had found what she had been looking for, even if it meant descending into the darkest depths of depravity. In her mind, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure that she could give and receive.

The men watched in awe as she took everything they had to offer, offering herself up to them without reservation or hesitation.

In the end, when the men had finished urinating, Rai opened her eyes and offered herself up to them once more. She was like a woman possessed, completely consumed by her own desires and willing to do anything to please them.

But unlike before, Lady Rai no longer cared. She appeared only mildly intrigued by the sight, as if the display of Prisha's severed head was just another mundane occurrence in her life.

The taste of Prisha's sweet loving tongue still lingered on Lady Rai's lips, but even that memory was fading fast. She had become numb to the

The men watched in awe and lust as Lady Rai's body twitched and wriggled, her limbs flailing as if in the throes of a wild, uncontrollable ecstasy. They knew that she was lost to them forever, consumed by her own desire for pleasure and pain.

 Lady Rai moaned with pleasure, her body writhing in ecstasy as she soaked up every drop

In the midst of their fevered lust, Lady Rai's voice cut through the silence like a knife.

"Display my head beside Prisha's," she said, her voice low and husky. "I want to be with her in death, just as I was in life."

The headsmen watched in a mix of disgust and fascination as Rai continued to show affection to the decapitated head, whispering sweet nothings and even teasing it with her tongue.

But they also couldn't deny the allure of her request. They had never seen a woman so willing to embrace her own death, so eager to become a part of the gruesome display they had created.

With a sense of exhilaration, the men gladly and feverishly obliged. They approached Lady Rai's prone form, their hands shaking with excitement.

 their eyes locked on the naked, vulnerable body of the once-proud matron.

"Very well," he said with a wicked grin. "We'll cut off your head and impale it right next to your rival's. And as a token of our appreciation, we'll use your body as we see fit before we toss it away."

Rai nodded, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. She had long since lost her inhibitions and morals, and this final act was her only redemption. 

"Well, boys," she said with a smirk, "I hope you'll treat my head and tight little ass just as well as you did Prisha's. I'm sure you'll have a great time with them before you toss them away."

I'm sure you'll have just as much fun with my pretty head and tight little ass as you did with Prisha's."