Her Royal Highness

There at the royal dining table the Queen, Bonnie Blue, sat, absentmindedly dipping her nacho chips in her crown - a jewel-encrusted golden bowl of cum, piss, and spit - as she ate breakfast and contemplated her plan for the day. She wanted to do something with her adopted daughter today, as she had only turned 18 a couple weeks ago, but she didn't know is she wanted to give her a heavy-handed private lesson on misogyny, give her some practical tips on how to cook while being fucked, or if she should just have fun and give one of the servants the mother-daughter treatment? So many choices... Suddenly, she received a hard slap in the face!

"I said, you're a gutter slut!" barked the Congolese dictator, who had been pissing in her face and robes for the past 45 seconds.

"Oh my! Where are my manners, that was such an astute observation! I might be royalty, but I'm still just a dumb slut - here, let me lick your asshole to make up for it." She quickly got behind the naked dictator, spilling the fluids swirling her crown, and began rimming the evil man's ass. Bonnie felt genuinely bad for not listening, so she passionately probed her tongue deep in his asshole and gave him a reach-around while expertly fondling his nuts. A few days prior, he had flown in from the DRC to talk about an exclusive resource deal which would give Great Britain access to 17% of the rare Earth metals mined by the government, in exchange for technology sharing. This was a great deal and widely supported by the public, not that their opinions mattered anymore. Queen Blue desperately wanted this deal to go through, and so had been pulling out all the stops during his stay; sluts from all over the country had been flown in to give President Vunabundi a wide variety of beauties to use as he liked, but of course, he preferred the white cunts. He liked one so much, that he threatened to close the deal unless she was given to him to bring back as a ****-wife. Bonnie obliged his simple request and they held a short, public wedding. The impudent little red-head cried the whole time and asked to see her "family" or something, but her whining was drowned out with applause as he consummated the marriage on national television.

President Vunabundi was to leave in just a couple hours and although the deal had already been assigned, Queen Bonnie wanted to maintain relations and so moaned exaggeratedly as the tyrant farted in her mouth. After a few minutes, he pried her face out of his sweaty asscrack, picked her up, and slammed her back on the table, bruising her on the bowls and plates now underneath her. Her robe and crown were actually the only parts of her royal attire, so he easily invaded her artificially-tightened pussy. He pounded her cunt mercilessly with his 8-inch BBC and choked her roughly. She almost passed out, but he loosened his grip, spit in her eye and demanded that she apologise for ignoring him. She wrapped her arms around him and started begging for forgiveness;

"I'M SORRY DADDY, I'M SO SORRY! YOU'RE SO FUCKING HOT AND MANLY"

"That's fucking right, cunt. Now don't let it happen again."

"IT WON'T, DADDY, I PROMISE!!" she howled as he tightened his grip again and used her like a fleshlight. Her vision started to fade and, for a second, she was worried this might be another **** attempt, but she passed a fleeting, blurry glance at the royal guards standing around her with their rifles trained on the President in case anything bad happened. With that assuredness that she was ultimately safe, she gave his thick, dark hand a quick kiss and fell ****.

When Bonnie Blue woke up, the Congolese dicator had already left with his new wife and she was still on the table. Her back was sore from being hammered into the cutlery underneath her and she was covered in piss, cum, and black sharpie writing. She wiped a few globs off her thigh and sucked it off her finger, revealing the message "I'm a diplo-ho." She chuckled and sat up, squirting a small river of semen onto her robe. She got off the table and went to go shower.