Cruel

leaving you kneeling on the ground, Malek whispers to a guard. He then returns to his throne and continues to sip his wine well he watches the throne. The guard that his you walls up behind you. One hand grabs your hair and pulls your head back. The other slips down to your chest and roughly pulls at your clothing. You cry out and grab at his hands. You are pushed forward for your trouble so your cheek is pressed against the cold ground. Both arms are drawn behind you and tied tightly together. Your dress sleeves are torn back to expose your breasts which fall out and are also pressed against the cold floor.

The dress was short and the skirt lifts up easily to expose your panties. Done tying your hands together, the guard grabs your hair once more and uses the grip to pull your head back up, so you look directly into Malek's face. He watches you being **** with mild interest.