This was most humiliating, being forced to watch my daughter about to be deflowered by this mad woman. She threatened me with punishment for speaking out of turn asking that the raping of the women stop.

When my daughter was utterly stripped naked, she was tied face up on a table in front of the Queen's dais. Her legs were spread, so that her sex was clearly visible by all of the onlookers. A smug look appeared on the face of Othello as she stepped down from the dais, raising the front of her dress revealing about a 12 inch dildo poking out from her pelvis. The audience gasped, I looked daggers at the Queen's face. A wringing snapped my face to the side. "Don't look at your Superior in that manner!" At that point I wanted to kill the bitch.

My son looked on with horror, realizing this show was being done so the Queen could show her superiority and to humiliate us to the core. I knew my son and daughter had great affection for each other, but watching this horrid event was most devastating, and at this point I didn't care about the incestuous nature of their feelings. My daughter was about to be raped.

Then Othello addressed the guards."Make sure these two, pointing her toward me and my son, keep watching. If either turns his head away, kill them!"

At that point Othello pointed her plastic cock toward my daughter's sex. "Beg for it whore! Tell me to fuck you!" Tears came to my eyes, but I kept them fixed on this horror. The Queen shoved her pelvis forward, my daughter shrieked. I couldn't stand it. I hollered into my gag. Othello was now fucking Misscella urgently. Her screams echoed around the room. Some of the soldiers were so turned on, they once again started in on raping every woman or girl in earnest. Tears were running down my daughter's face.

Once the spectacle was over, The Queen raised, looked down at me and then at two of the burly guards. "Take the father and the son down to the dungeon, strip them both naked and chain them to the wall! I will personally deal with later. I must take a rest some rest."

While Meno and me were dragged by the chains around our necks away from the stage, Othello spoke up. "Any guard or soldier who wants to have a fresh piece of pussy, may use this now deflowered slut!"