The executioner looks down at you, even his jaded eye admiring the way your luxurious chestnut hair flows down your back, the way your skimpy halter creates mouth-watering cleavage. The sheikh is gone, some of your harem sisters whispered dead, and now his realm is being carved up by his minions.
With just a merely gentle tug you're pulled forward to be crushed against the executioner, your head nestled against his firm chest. His hands drop to squeeze the cheeks of your ass, hardly concealed by a valiantly-trying bolt of silk, and you let out an outraged squeak of protest. His laughter shakes you and your eyes widen as a bulge grows within his trousers, his hard length sitting heavy against your toned belly.
Off to your left Jessica watches with dull eyes, the harem's queen-bee the first of you to die at the executioner's hand, and to the right is Keira, the slut squirming as she observes your molestation. With a sigh the executioner removes his wandering hands from your flesh, reaching down to relieve himself of his remaining clothing. He seems to be masculinity embodied, smooth muscled limbs that are in motion even when still, a powerful core without extra fat, and an iron cock that rivals even your absent master's impressive size.
You have to crane your head to look at him, to read the expression on his face. There's a prideful lust on his features, he's long enjoyed his role and is enjoying his destruction of the harem now. With calm paces he moves behind you, placing strong hands on your shoulders, and your breath quickens as the slender digits move to encircle your neck.
It starts as a tightening of his grip while he tugs you to again be flush with him, his cock fitting into the crevice of your ass. Your body responds to the danger you're in, nipples going painfully erect, pussy trying to clench around a non-existent cock. His hands drift up to be on either side of your head and then there's a snap loud in your ears…
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