Having my cock exposed by my daughter was most humiliating for sure. When she took my member into her mouth, I must admit I got excited although it was against my will, but my natural manly instincts overwhelmed me. Then she did the same with Meno. Seeing the smug look on Othello's face enraged me to the point of pure hatred. The guards were still holding me tightly as I glared at her, then at my humiliated daughter. "Keep watching dickhead!" Not wanting to lose my eyelids, I did as ordered.

After the demented queen fucked my daughter, the debauchery continued as every guard took a turn, as I again was forced to watch along with my son. It was all too much and I couldn't hold my tongue. "I hope you rot in hell you fucking bitch!" A guard quickly pointed his sword toward my throat ready to slice through it. Othello glared at me then at the guard. "I don't want him killed yet, breaking him will be so much fun. Take him to the dungeon!".

He, along with another guard held me, but I'm quite strong and I broke their hold, but then a horde of them quickly took their place. I struggled, but continuous punches to the stomach and face had me reeling. My two hundred twenty pounds was overwhelmed by brute strength. But I did not give up easily. Something hard struck the back of my head and everything went black.

I awoke feeling the knot on the back of my head, chained to the stone wall of the dungeon that I had used as King to imprison any recalcitrants who dared to challenge my authority. Now, I was inside the iron bars, naked. My wrists and ankles were spread and shackled. Every so often a rat would scurry across the floor.

The indignation of seeing my daughter, the Princess being raped, first by that demented queen-bitch, then repeatedly by any man who wanted her, was too much. I realize further punishment awaits me, but I couldn't watch that corruption without a protest. No self respectful father would. At least I still had my eyelids.