They took Isabella

Carlos was the first to penetrate her, the others deferring to his unspoken authority over them. He leaned over her prone body, face down in the carpeted floor, and spread her cheeks apart, revealing her pink asshole and pussy, still wet from her release.

Isabella felt the tip of his cock pressing against her slit, the pressure building as he pushed forward. She moaned, the invading cockmeat spearing into her, pushing her walls wide to accomadate its girth.

He fucked her, his pace slow and deliberate, his hands gripping her hips, her ass bouncing against his groin.

She was their leader, their Presidente, their serpent queen.

And he was her master.

The others watched, silent, unmoving, as he used her, his cock thrusting deep inside her, stretching her open, using her as a cocksleeve to pleasure himself.

She was too exhausted to resist, too overwhelmed by the sensations, the pleasure, the submission. She gave herself to him, her body submitting to his desires.

As his thrusting reach a crescendo, filling the alcove with sounds of slapping flesh and wet squelching, the masked guests started to move, joining in the debauchery, hands grasping and pulling at each other's clothes. They became like animals, a frenzy of lust and desire, their bodies writhing and entwining in an orgy of carnal delights.

Isabella laid on her stomach, Carlos still pumping away at her, watching their bodies joining together, hands and mouths exploring each other, the sounds of moans and groans filling the air. She saw a man in a ram's mask push a woman down, snapping her mask to the side and grasping her hair, shoving his cock down her throat, her muffled cries adding to the din.

A woman in a fox mask was bent over the sofa, spreading herself for a hawk-man, his cock plunging into her, their bodies shaking with each thrust. Before them, a group of men surrounding the bunny-woman that had been sucking Carlos, each of them tugging at their cocks and fighting over who gets which hole. She protested, trying to push past them, but their hands pinned her firmly into the cushion, one of them mounting her from behind. Her cries of pain and ecstasy was swiftly silenced as another pushed his cock into her mouth, gripping the back of her head and fucking it like a pussy. She soon gave up, body and arms hanging limp as the men used her holes as they pleased.

"See the way they come together, the way they fuck and suck, the way they use each other for their own pleasure. See how they take what they want, how they give in to their animal desires, their base instincts. This is the way of Montesoro, my serpent queen. This is the way society is meant to be, where the strong take what they want and the weak obey. This is the way we will rebuild this nation, together."

Carlos grunted, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, his pace quickening, his cock pulsating inside her. She felt his hot seed spurting inside her, his balls emptying themselves into her depths, a warm, comforting sensation. Carlos' words rang in her ears, his voice hypnotic and commanding, his cock still filling her, stretching her, using her.

She watched as the masked guests lost themselves in their desires, their bodies and minds consumed by the pleasure, their souls lost in the moment.

She understood. She finally understood.

Her vision went white, the pleasure building inside her again, a second orgasm washing over her, her body trembling, her pussy quivering around Carlos' shaft. He pulled out of her, her gaping, drooling hole spilling his cum, their mixed juices leaking onto the floor, forming a sticky puddle.

He reached out, his fingers gathering the mess, and brought them to her mouth, feeding her their shared fluids, her tongue greedily licking his digits clean.