"Do it!" I heard Othello order. My daughter was held down and her legs were spread wide. Cum was running out of her private juncture. I had to put the fact that she was my flesh and blood out of my mind; she was just another cunt. Her breasts heaved, as she looked up knowing a whole room of spectators were cheering.

The emissary seemed to enjoying this watching his former King being degraded. It was true I had many Mistress's with my wife's blessing. But what kind of demented person would order such utter humiliation? It was pure reprehensible revenge.

When I mounted her, I tried not to look at her face, but I saw pure pleasure in her eyes; she was actually saying, "Fuck Me!" The people in the room were cheering, but Othello urged me on in a different way. She picked up a long tailed flogger. She handed it to one of the guards. "Whip him until they each cum!"

The pleasure and pain united as I felt my jism about to explode; my daughter was panting, as the stripes marked my back and buttocks. Each of us shrieked as I pistoned my cock in and out of her juicy pussy.

Then I heard Othello. "I hope you enjoyed that ,slave! You won't be fucking anyone for a long time; your daughter will be my own personal plaything!"