Peaches felt her own excitement build as the Prince roughly fucked her mouth for a couple of strokes and then came, his sour, salty semen filling her mouth. Just because she had brought them the material, just because she had broken Frankiin’s code, just because she was nominally a member of the planning committee, didn;t mean she hadn’t been used for sex by every single person in the room, sometimes by several of them at once! Peaches was attending another planning meeting for her next mission. She was glad and relieved when the troopers came to take her back to the cell block, remove her painful chastity belt, wash the Prince’s dried semen off her face and feed her and put her to bed. The chastity belt held one final torment, and Peaches closed her eyes in resignation as the trooper applied it. Peaches was attending another planning meeting for her next mission. Peaches screamed her own orgasm around her user’s cock, gagging on his cum and choking, drooling onto the surface of her cage-seat. Peaches was naked except for a black leather sleeve that held both her arms tightly behind her back, and her body was folded into the space beneath the Prince’s chair.
