...and sniffs around...

Her words hung in the air, and she could see him considering her offer.

She could see the lust in his eyes, the way he drank in her words, her desperation.

"I knew you would see reason, little princess. You've always been a smart girl, a quick learner. And now, I'll help you, just as I promised."

Romero's lips curled into a predatory smile, and he reached out to grab her arm. His grip was firm despite his age, and she knew there would be bruises later.

"You're mine now, little princess. But I won't fuck you myself. Oh no, I'm far too old for that. I bet this heart will give out before I'm finished with your sweet cunt. But there's plenty of other men who would be eager to get their hands on a royal whore like you, and I get just as much pleasure from watching."

Isabella felt a wave of revulsion and fear wash over her, and she contemplated signalling for the policemen hidden in the passageway to strike.

But his guards, two imposing and highly trained men, were still on alert, holding their **** rifles in a loose, yet ready, grip. If the secret police were to burst in now, it would likely end in a shootout, and Isabella did not fancy her chances.

"But," Romero continued, oblivious to the threat he was in, "you will always be my little princess, as promised. Sitting on that pretty little throne with a pretty little crown on your head. Safe, loved, and protected, just like your daddy would've wanted."

Romero started to pull her towards the door, Isabella resisting feebly.

If he managed to leave the room with her, make it back to the rest of his men waiting outside, their only shot at taking him down alive would be gone. She had to stop him, had to stall him, somehow.

"Wait, Secretary!" she exclaimed. "Not so fast."

He paused, turning towards her with a frown.

"What is it, little princess?" he asked, impatience coloring his voice.

"You can't take me away, not yet," Isabella pleaded, trying to put as much panic and desperation into her voice as she could. "Not when you've said all those nasty things to me and made me so wet. Look!"

She reached down, pulling up her skirt and spreading her legs wide.

"See how wet I am for you, Secretary Romero? You did this to me. Can you stand to watch me suffer like this?"

Isabella looked up at him through her eyelashes, coy and submissive, her lower lip quivering.

Romero stared at her for a moment, stunned, before breaking into a grin. "Oh, little princess, I should have known you'd be a dirty slut. All the best ones are. Fine, if it will keep you happy."

He motioned at one his guards, the one closest to her.

"Go on, then. Take care of her, make sure my little princess is satisfied and well fucked befor the funeral."

The guard moved forward, setting his rifle aside, and Isabella could see the hunger in his eyes as he took in the sight of her exposed panties, toned thighs and tight belly.

"Yes sir, I will not disappoint," he grunted, moving behind her and bending her over the desk. She heard him unzip his pants, and a moment later the head of his thick cock was pressing against her entrance, underwear pulled aside.

She gasped as he pushed inside, his meat stretching her walls and sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Fuck," she moaned, gripping the edge of the desk and bracing herself. "Your cock is so big, it feels so good."

The guard did not reply, too focused on burying himself in her pussy. He started to thrust, his movements rough and animalistic, clearly used to having his way with women at his master's request. At first, he used her hips as leverage, pounding into her with long, deep strokes, but eventually moved his hand to her throat, **** her while using his other hand to grip the front of her thighs. He was strong and rough, his muscles flexing as he pounded her.

"Yes, fuck me," she whimpered, letting him use her. "Use me like the whore I am, just like my master wanted."

His hand tightened around her throat, his movements growing more frantic as he chased his orgasm. His cock was hitting all the right spots, filling her up and making her wetter than ever before.

Isabella was alarmed to feel herself growing dizzy from the lack of oxygen, realising that if she blacked out, there's no stopping them from carrying her limp body out.

"Harder," she gasped, hoping the guard would be distracted enough.

It worked, as the guard sped up his thrusts, his grip on her neck switching to her hips to anchor himself. The other guard, still keeping on alert, seemed not to mind, and was content to watch his comrade have his way with her.

She had to make a move now.

In a single, fluid motion, Isabella pulled herself off his cock, spun around and dropped to her knees.

The guard's expression changed from surprise to delight as she wrapped her lips around his shaft, taking his cock into her mouth and bobbing her head along its length. He tasted of her juices, musky and sweet, and she felt her arousal grow, but she **** herself to focus.

She began to deepthroat him, gagging on his thick meat. Her eyes watered, her face flushed, but she was relentless. The guard groaned, his hands grabbing fistfuls of her hair as he used her mouth like a pussy, fucking her face hard.

She raised up her ass, now on all fours, waving her now empty hole in Romero's direction. She wriggled her hips, feeling her juices ooze out and her ass cheeks jiggle invitingly.

Romero could no longer resist, and waved at the remaining guard to join in. The soldier quickly took off his belt and pulled out his cock, already hard and dripping precum. Isabella moaned, feeling him slide his thick shaft into her, the sudden intrusion making her body jerk and twitch. She was now spitroasted from both ends, her two holes getting fucked and filled.

The two men worked like clockwork, their cocks pistoning in and out of her, stretching her tight little pussy and her hungry mouth.

"That's right, little princess," Romero grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all. Show me what a dirty little slut you are."

Isabella could only moan in response, her brain filled with a haze of lust and pleasure. She was being used, and she was losing control of her body.

The guards were relentless, their cocks slamming into her over and over again. Her pussy was dripping wet, her ass slapping against the soldier's muscular thighs, her hands pushing desperately against the man violating her throat.

They fucked her like they were in a trance, their bodies moving in sync, their grunts and groans filling the room.

As the guards pounded her, Isabella's eyes flitted to the hidden door, where she knew her secret police would emerge, but she knew it was still too early, not with her sandwiched between the two guards.

She could only endure, and try her best to stave off her orgasm until the opportune moment.

And then, just when she thought she could take no more, the two guards tensed, their cocks throbbing and twitching inside her. She knew what was coming, and she braced herself.

With a loud groan, the two guards exploded, their cocks pulsing and pumping their seed deep inside her. Her mouth and pussy were filled with hot, sticky cum, filling her to the brim and bursting out with a splash. She was left ****, her body shuddering and trembling from the intense double creampie.

As the two guards withdrew their dicks, Isabella could only collapse on the floor, panting and gasping, her body spent. She was covered in sweat and cum, her hair matted and tangled, her dress crumpled and wrinkly.

But she was not done yet, not even close. She knew the job wasn't done until the man who had orchestrated it all was taken care of.