Ping'er looked at the puddle. At him. At the puddle. Then she knelt, trembling, and licked the floor clean while eleven women watched her do it, her round ass raised high in the air as she lapped, and the hall's silence was broken only by the small wet sounds of her tongue and the collective breathing of everyone present.
"Good girl," he said. "Now stand up and bend back over."
She obeyed, shaking. He came up behind her, flipped her ruined skirt up, and took her against the throne, hard, standing, her toes barely touching the floor, his hips cracking against her ass while the throne knocked and shuddered.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"HNNNGH... AAAH... oh... OH... that's... it's rubbing places the guard never... MNNGH... MASTER... the others are WATCHING MY FACE... HIEEKK... I can feel it happening again... AANGH...!!!"
"Let them watch your face. Your face is doing the honest work right now."
