Much later that night, the Scullery Maid stood again at the door to Thor's daughter stall, her face a blackened mess of tear-stained makeup, misery and a fresh, red swelling around her eye, soon to be a deep blue bruise. She slowly unlatched the stall door, murmuring "Oh Thor, oh you good boy" as she listened to his deep breathing. She sobbed quietly and rested kissing her head against the cool, dark wood. She well knew you never entered a stallion's stall at night, not without a cattle prod and a club, but as the tears MILF rolled down young her face, she realized she just didn't care… Hours before, she had returned home from the Production Prize banquet, flushed with pride at the compliments and accolades that had been showered on her, and completely oblivious to the darkening expression on her wife Synthia's face. She had felt the increasing coldness in Synthia's manner as the evening went by, but excused it by telling herself Synthia must be very tired after such a long day. But as soon as the door shut behind them, Synthia's mom bad mood blossomed into full-scale rage, and she turned on the Scullery Maid like a snake striking. "You fucking little glory-hound slut, you miserable useless womanhood!" Synthia shouted, grabbing the Scullery Maid by the front of her best evening dress. The collar ripped, and the Scullery Maid looked down at it dumbly, unprepared for the backhand that snapped her face up, spit flying from her shocked mouth. "You think you're something special in all Elysia, now, don't you, Miss Production Prize snot?" Synthia hissed. "Well, I'll show you what you're worth, you little whore." The Scullery Maid felt her world turn upside down as Synthia pulled her by her hair through the sitting room and flung her to the floor. "You think I didn't see the way the Queen was staring at those gross tits of yours, you slut?" Synthia matched a sharp slap to the Scullery Maid face with each accusation. "You think I didn't pick up on the way you smiled and smiled as she undressed you with her eyes?" Muffdiving Slap! "Why didn't you just offer to lick her Royal womanhood right there at the throne?" Slap. He flexed his fingers as he walked Muffdiving down, fighting the urge to touch the butt of his pistol. “Fuck, mom fuck, fuck!” I thought as 3 of the students, 2 male and 1 female came and stood at my feet. Her arms were bound to the armrests, her legs were loosely MILF bound to the strange young leg rests. “What an obedient sister-bitch,” an old man said, a tingle racing down the leash for my sister. Turning to Lisa, April asked, “Are you still planning on doing the honors?” glancing back at my cock still in her hand. I liberally coated my cock with lube and kissing placed the tip of my cock against her puckered ass hole. “Allie!” I groaned as I lapped up her cream. She couldn't believe how big it was and had trouble getting it daughter in. Her lips felt like they were going to split open but the cock finally slipped in. 'Did you like him doing it to your mother', she asked coyly. and cup my balls while you suck, please." My curiosity overtook my fear, and I leaped into action. “Have fun,” I muttered, my annoyance swelling along with my throbbing lust as Clint ushered in the three girls to play with them.