Remind me.” “You bade me leave and said I harboured no ill will against our Queen!” He said, head bowed. “Mmm… And does that still hold true? Look at me as you answer me. Let me in.” She commanded. The man swallowed deeply and began to shake, but, obediently he raised his head and stared into her eyes, all black, no iris, no whites, just black orbs that saw past his face and into his soul where he could feel her prying at his mind and, with great reluctance, he let her in. “I bare no ill will against our Queen, Inquisitor!!” He said, his voice rattling, almost blubbering, he could feel her, gods, he could feel her rooting around in his thoughts, in his soul, as if his mind was a room she was turning over, baring everything for scrutiny. She held his gaze for a few long moments then let him go. In an instant he slumped to the floor, his back to the wall, his head bowed as tears flowed down his cheeks, his breath coming in ragged desperate gasps. “Very good. As you were.” With that she turned neatly away and continued her walk, leaving the shaken man to be helped to his feet by a couple of wayward servants, content in his loyalty and the maintenance of the Palace's rightful fear threesome of her. She felt the cool breeze of an open window play across her bald tattooed head as she continued on her way towards Ariela’s chambers, where she had been summoned, glancing over the dark skin of her hands to ensure they were pristine, checking her nails carefully. Over the last two weeks she had ‘interviewed’ every single worker in the palace, every cook, guard, servant and handmaiden, searching for any that dare betray their Queen. It was tough, being her. Hardcore No one blowjob ever seemed to realise that. Yes, each person she interviewed was inevitably left in a catatonic state for a short while as they recovered from the shock of having someone in their mind, but Avery had to waste her days in the mind of simple commoners! She didn’t care about their names, families, histories or any of it, yet where was her gangbang sympathy? Where was her helping hand? No, all she got was hatred and fear from everyone. She had been tasked by Ariela to route out her toy, the former Prince Belind’s helpers, as she had been certain that there was someone in the palace, if not helping him directly, then at least ferrying messages for him, but Avery had discovered nothing. She had completed the last of the interviews that very morning and now had the solemn task of reporting to Ariela. She was not looking forward to it. As she arrived in the Throne Room she cast her dark eyes around, scrutinising the guards and servants there to serve Ariela’s beck and call and all, wisely, averted her gaze, looking down towards their feet. She noted with glee a few drops of sweat and a few shakes of fear. Usually it was only Ariela herself who could command such fear, but it would take more than a couple of weeks to Brunette forget just what Avery had put them each through. She approached the Throne and, uniquely, did not bow or kneel as was customary. It was an acknowledged sign of respect from Ariela that this was not required, though she still had to maintain other formalities. “My Queen,” Avery said, voice conveying her respect as she stood before her, looking right at the Queen's emerald eyes. Ariela sat on her Throne proud and strong even as she leaned back lazily, her hand resting on the arm of the Throne, the former Prince Belind sat on a pillow at her feet, wearing degradingly feminine attire, yet seeming content, despite the large audience witnessing his continued humiliation. “My Inquisitor,” Ariela responded, her tone conveying that she wasn’t using the phrase as a greeting but more of a statement, Avery was her Inquisitor. Her property, “Have you finished delving into the minds of my subjects?” If I could be with you; could I love you? Then as I was gangbang walking towards Lorraine, a powerful arm wrapped around my neck and a hand grabbed my junk, with two familiar breasts enveloping my head. Let's eat." “You know it’s Carly’s birthday tomorrow right? “Yes, Dr. Elliston!” she moaned. “If you Hardcore don't get off of me, I can't leave on my date. blowjob She was still my Brunette mom and not my lover. I can hear the squelch of lube and then abruptly the object is inside me, it’s coldness replacing the heat of daddy’s fingers. A flood jizz poured out of her snatch. I was speechless for a minute and then I finally said “yes, yes of course I'm good and don't worry your threesome secret is safe with me".