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“All you’ve done is created a vacuum on the throne.” She turned her face upward, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glistening, “Do you think Clartias will stay a bachelor until your coronation? He’ll have to remarry, and whichever wife he chooses will do everything in her power to make sure you never live to see the crown!” I laughed with her, and pinched her other nipple. “Well whoever the lucky bachelorette is, she’d better hurry; she only has ten hours.” I savored the realization dawning in her eyes, then I twisted with both hands. She shrieked this time, her head whipping back, her hair flailing in an arc behind her. I torqued until her breasts were spiraled with shadows of fat, and the more I tortured her, the more her body bent to me. She pressed her breasts until my knuckles were consumed in the succulence, wanting me to do worse, begging me with everything but her words. I released her, then trailed my fingers down her belly, watching in fascination as her skin prickled beneath my touch, the muscles relaxing in anticipation of the pleasure I might bring. I stroked her abdomen until her cries waned, and she became lax in her binds. “I am queen of the Highlands in all but name.” I said, “Father abdicated this morning. After you hang, they will put a crown on my head.” I lowered my face to hers, blowjob staring into those beautiful dilated eyes, “There is no solace for you, Mother. I am going to get away with everything. All my dreams, all my carefully laid plans, they will all come to fruition tomorrow. My only regret is that you won’t get to see it. But my first act as queen shouldn’t be killing my own mother; the optics would be poor. No, I will be too busy plotting the death of my sister.” I smiled, “When I get my hands on her, I won’t be as gentle as I’m being with you. You, I desire to see humiliated and broken, but her…” I sighed, “I’m afraid I’ll have to build a whole new wing of the dungeon just to service the Dark Queen. I fetish plan to keep her alive for a very, very long time. I’ll tell the nobles that such cruelty is only to dissuade Alkandi from ever coming back, but you and I know the truth of it, don’t we, Mother?” Mother’s eyes were unfocused, but with a distant voice, she managed to say, “Yes, you will hurt Yavara greatly, Leveria.” Her head flopped forward, and her voice rasped from her, “And she will kill you for it. 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 pov will destroy us all in the end. Bentius will burn.” “Oh, that was creepy.” I laughed, “But I don’t think I’ll frame my foreign policy around the prophecy of a drug-addled convict. Now, deepthroat 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, Blowjobs 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 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. 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. “Don’t worry sis I will never hurt you. 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