Myra pulls out the strap-on, Nate is helpless, and an uninvited guest shows up.

“Mmmpphh!!” Nathan begs as a beaming Myra struts up beside him on the dais; his costume isn’t nearly regenerated yet, and the poor man is helpless to stop whatever form of rape she has in her evil mind.

Morgana doesn’t waste a fragment of her time and bends the frightened hunk over in his shackles. The sexy, short haired sorceress giggles at her nemesis’ muffled screams for her to stop as she stretches out his tight back entrance with a couple nimble fingers.

“Do you like it, Boytoy? Don’t you love being put into your place? Being completely and utterly humiliated?” Morgana taunts while ravaging the hunk’s prostate, “It’s what whores like you deserve.”

“Mmmpphhh!!!” He screams in teary-eyed response, violated by her lubed hand for a roaring crowd. Chuckling with immense sexual gratification at this hottie’s desperate bucking and begging, the pixie-cutted rapist shows her endgame, and pulls out a massive strap-on that dwarfs Nathan's own cock.

It can’t be less than thirteen inches of replica dick, and the look of mortal terror in her toy’s eyes as he whimpers makes Myra wetter than anything. Cupping Valiant’s jaw with a condescending hand, she grins and coos at his mortified visage, “Don’t look so scared Baby, at least a couple of these inches are for me.”

Myra gives the sexy man’s twitching cock a final, thorough groping while she settles the Strap-on into her lubricious pussy. She teases her dildo around her victim’s tight ass, preparing to plunge it between his muscular cheeks before hesitating. “Actually… off with the gag, I want to hear my Boytoy scream.”

The gag falls ceremoniously out of Nathan’s mouth, dripping his saliva onto the ground below to pool with his tears as he nearly succumbs to his fate— begging for help instead of screaming. At nearly the exact moment Morgana grabs his hips to ravage her victim, a familiar figure enters the scene. Clad in a skimpy leotard and helmet, with brown hair draping across her broad shoulders, the newcomer draws Valiant’s immediate attention as his old tormentor Demolitia.

Mouth drawn like a fault through concrete, the athletic woman stomps closer towards our mortified hero and the sorceress about to have her way him; Demolitia makes a show of approaching the shackled, naked boytoy before finally opening her mouth to say…