
[b]Bitch Empress Osira[/b] rather calmly drags Dormer off - right out around the back and into an alleyway. Squatting low, she wastes no time in bringing her hands up - grabbing and massaging the bulge, almost desperately tearing open trousers roughly. She looks about to glance upward as she yanks them down - before pausing, letting out an almost crazy giggle as she drags those leggings even further down. Then further. Tugging out that slab of a white dick, she looks up - biting her bottom lip as she runs her face along the underside of that sweaty, needy dick, breathing deep as she slurps at it.

"Nnh... You like ethnic girls, don't you? Taking foreign beauties and flaunting," she grinned, hands caressing the length, "Fu~uuck~! I was wondering where all the massive dicks went. Your Egypt had nothing and was a total shithole. This fucking alleyway and your massive dick are way more luxurious than what I found over there. Fuck Africa," she purred, grabbing that cock, smacking herself in the face with it to spill pre onto her tongue - looking right at a camera, hopefully, "I want this~"

[b]Dormer[/b] was always fond of eager women, ready to make their "fortune." More often than not, however, it was the simple throwing away of everything they held dear and receiving nothing in return; self-respect, dignity, marriage, career, all of it and more. Natalie ate it up and spat it out, and only the few worth keeping got to ascend out of the gutters she would often leave them, broken and whining in a fuck-addled daze. And here Osira was, squatting down, quite happy to dump her undoubtedly important family name into the trash. Ahh, she fucking -loved- Hollywood. She'd never want to be anywhere else~

"I'm a sucker for dark-skinned tarts with more tits than brains, sweetheart. But I think you will go further than any one of them," Natalie purred, from behind the camera. That monolithic ivory slab utterly reeked; slick with sweat and one or two fresh conquests, the oily layer of cock-grease almost fucking burned, oiling up Osira's greedy fingers and tongue with that acrid, eye-watering flavour. The gloopy, off-colour pre wasn't much better; more like syrup than something to slick a hole with, it coated her tongue and gums like a filmy layer, ensuring Natalie's taste...lingered. A lot. A foot and a half-at a very rough guess- of uncut monster, all for the to-be-Pharaoh to snort and suck and blow open her holes on. As the camera showed, royalty always did have its perks...~ "Now show me what they teach the cunts of Africa, 'my Queen!'" Anything they didn't, Natalie would. Harshly~

[b]Bitch Empress Osira[/b] moaned into the tip of that massive dick, hands peeling back the foreskin as much as possible as she stretched her jaw, sucking and slurping, struggling at the gigantic girth while she cleaned off the accumulated fuckslop, letting it pool on her tongue and showing the camera before swallowing. She winked up, sliding forward to bring those massive tits around the shaft - letting the tip park at her lips as she struggled it into her mouth, wincing a little as her jaw strained. Rocking back and forth, she let the head cram up against her cheek, tilting her face to the side to let it bulge while she SCHLRP'd noisily again and again.

Her eyes went wide as her cheek bloated with prenut, head pulling back as she let slobber and spunk dribble down her bottom lip, mascara and eyeliner starting to run slightly. Swallowing noisily, she panted as she glanced up, smothering dick with her tits in the meantime, "Ghnnn... Fuck, who knew they made whites this size? No wonder you built all this while Egypt fucking imploded," she panted, kissing the cock again, before glancing up, "... Let me show you something I learned from my mother." Sliding down a little, she positioned the dick right at her lips, and let them slowly part around the shaft - sliding it forward. And forward. And forward. Throat bulging disgustingly, eyes rolling up a little as dribble and tears pushed from her lips, nose and eyes, she squirmed and choked down every last inch of throat-bloating fuckmeat.

[b]Dormer[/b] "Your mother? What-"

But whatever question Dormer had for her 'co-star' was quite swiftly cut off. As a woman whose endowments were more at home on a prized warhorse than any normal human, sex was often a debilitating affair for those she was with. Utterly destroyed orifices, raspy throats for weeks-or even months- on end, and other sorts of fuck-related wear and tear happened. A price worth paying, she found, given how utterly delightful it was to see people crawl around in the slurry of her own nutsludge. But to her visible-and audible- shock, Osira was, miracle of miracles, managing to somehow cram that titanic womb-beater down her gullet, a foul-smell scrim of throatslop, cockgrease and saliva bubbling around those plush, made-for-oral lips. A foul concoction that was so close the bitch could -snort- it, like some obscene drug-fuelled piglet.

Natalie's perfectly pedicured toenails scraped her expensive boots, and for a moment she seemed almost off balance, sheathed into Osira from lips to fucking stomach... and then, with a soft lip bite, she rallied, letting out an explosive breath. Phew. Divine, indeed...~ With gentle care, she angled her phone upon a nearby dumpster. It gave a lovely view of Osira being thoroughly introduced to Western culture, and left Natalie's hands free to grasp those gorgeous ebon locks of hair with a grip that felt...possessive. Almost harsh. And still she smirked away. "Whites? No...just me. Buckle up, sweetheart," she purred, the torrid sounds of GLURCK-GLURCK-GLURCK shattering the silence as Natalie, barely keeping herself contained, began to savage Osira's throat like an exotic dusky fleshlight. Hollywood initiations could be so wonderfully...brutal~

[b]Bitch Empress Osira[/b] knew what was coming the moment the hand placed itself on her head, gripping into her dark hair. Her eyes flicked up seductively for all of a moment before going wide as she was suddenly yanked back, the dick in her throat returning to mouth, dragging with it ribbons of slop and throat-slobber that spilled onto her massive tits. Her hands flailed for balance in her squat before gripping onto the dirty alley wall, head rocking back and forth with every noisy, choking slam into the depths of her gut.

At some point, she tried to slurp amidst the gurgling, slobbery wreck of a throatfuck, the gurgling interrupted with a firm suck - followed by a heavy choke. Her eyes rolled up, tears running down her cheeks as she gargled, almost inhaling dick rather than throating it, only coaxing up more of that dribble. Balls beating her bulging throat over and over, she shuddered as she was impaled on that enormous pale pillar time and time again, all while her cunt drooled down onto the filthy floor - Egyptian queen reduced to the constant, noisy 'GHRK-GLRRG-GAHF-schlrrp-GKKH' of violent, jaw-aching throat-rape.

[b]Dormer[/b] might have actually needed something to stabilise Osira's body; the somewhat surprising strength behind those exposed hips was a little jarring, but when you were carrying about six-to-eight or so pounds of extra dick it tended to add a bit of muscle onto the relevant parts of the body. But all there was was the filthy, stained wall...ooh well. Beggars couldn't be choosers! The angle before Natalie managed to exchange places showed Osira's depraved, greedy face and the mind-boggling distention from throat to belly; here, it showed Natalie, and the sheer amount of ivory-skinned anaconda being not so much being fed to the monarch as cramfucked inside, Osira's trashy squat reinforced by the filthy wall and the soft bang of her skull against stone, the fetid fuckslime accumulated on tits and around her nostrils making her look like she had been slathered in a particularly musky, eye-watering glue. And then Natalie pressed in....and in, whispering and murmuring filthy encouragement as if she needed it. "Go on, darkie, open up. Suck it down until you fucking strangle on it," she breathed harshly, those sweat-stained, grapefruit-sized bollocks resting upon Osira's messy chin. Holding her there, keeping her pinned until she could feel the Egyptian threaten to pass out. Aaaand...then backwards with the hips, a minor flood cascading down from Osira's loose-hanging jaw, the chance to breathe seeming like such a blessing.

"Mmh...good girl. Now we're getting somewhere..." Natalie purred, the throbbing mastodon of a dick mere inches from Osira's face and scrubbed "clean" from all the filth.

[b]Bitch Empress Osira[/b] gurgled, grunting as her head hit brick again and again, but nothing was quite like having your head stuck between a cock and a hard place - squirming like a fish on the line while she was pinned against that wall. She ran her hands up spunk-slathered tits, shuddering as she gurgled up another throatful of gunky, yellowed prenut mingled with drool - a bubble of it bursting from her nose, thick lines of mascara and eyeliner down her cheeks. Shuddering, body spasming as she started to fight for air, she fell forward onto all fours when the slab of cock was yanked from her throat, drool pouring from her lips, eyes hazy as she gasped for air.

Drool swinging off her, she glanced up - and to the side - spotting a pile of filthy rags that was clearly rocking up and down, hobo busy beating it to the free show. Her gaze was soon back on that monster of a dick, however, her face sliding down the length all the way to those balls, sucking and slurping, snorting the thick, toe-curling stench of sweaty, over-potent cumtanks. With a shudder, she got to her feet - finding the nearest thing to bend over, which so happened to be an open dumpster. Ass out, massive cunt drooling between her thighs, a faint pink visible between well-trod lips, she seems moments away from pulling herself back from the reeking dumpster...

[b]Dormer[/b] hardly seemed to care about the hobo whacking one; who would believe a loser that the lovely sweetheart Natalie Dormer, pride of Britain and the next big thing in movies, would be so filthy as to shag a woman she had just met in a grotty alleyway behind a strippers? Certainly no-one important! And if they did...well. She could pay them a personal visit herself. It wouldn't be the first time she, or her manager, had ruined a journalism career as a warning to others...~

Osira, poor dear, looked somewhat fuck-drunk, her brain frazzled by the potent stench of the slop coating Natalie's immense bollocks and gullet-raper. That smeared make-up, and the smudged rings of lipstick staining her bloated prick heavily made a lovely sight. That thong had no chance against Natalie's devious fingers, and with a snapping of fabric, it was off, tossed over her shoulder without a care in the world. The winos could fight over who got to sniff it, like trash. Grasping the camera, Natalie stopped to get a picture of the both of them; her, flushed, sweating, with blown-wide pupils; Osira, gurgling instead of breathing, a pitiful mess visually, and only seeming to want more, her pristine hair and skin stained with the stink of Hollywood's finest. And she kept focused on their faces, nice and close, as Osira felt that pale bitchsplitter part her sodden cunt with no mercy at all. A squelch of wet flesh and those engorged folds split. W I D E. "Say hi to your new fans," she cooed, almost nicely.

[b]Bitch Empress Osira[/b] tried to pull back from the reeking dumpster, but was soon almost pushed into it as the dick lifted her to her tiptoes, dick cramming against her cunt - squashing the sopping hole - before finally spreading it apart, sinking the head inside and bloating up her crotch all the more. It was like sinking into a ripe melon, hot, slick nectar gushing around the shaft from her dripping, sloppy cockholster. Her massive asshole twitched as she gripped the sides of the dumpster, pushing back as she got her feet back on the ground, gurgling out before letting loose a long moan as that dick sank into her, inch, after inch, after inch.

And when it stopped up against her cervix, she rolled her hips, grinding her sensitive, gushing pussy against that slab of dick, bouncing a little as her knees trembled - before slamming further down, back tensing, eyes going wide, before panting in the reeking alley with need. "F~fuck! That's it... Nnh, hurts so fucking good," she shudders, slamming her ass down, feeling her tiny waist bulge with fat white cock again and again as she slams her clapping asscheeks up and down that pillar. "Ghnn... Hey, fans. If your dicks are as b~IIIHG~... as this stud's, I wa~AAHNT~... NEED them. FUCK. H-harder~!"

[b]Dormer[/b] pressed a smooch towards the camera, winking, before she angled it again and drew herself up proper. One arm locked around Osira's pendulous, mess-slick monster tits, and the other around her throat, the taller actress almost holding her in a full-body lock. There was nowhere to escape, and nowhere to go, except where she directed her. Those grasping fingers messily fish-hooked into Osira's open mouth, making her look utterly fuck-retarded for the whole 'world' to see. Not that anyone did; although the hobo had probably wanked himself unconscious now, there were a few gawping onlookers at the mouth of the alleyway, not quite believing what they were seeing. A famous celebrity like Natalie, gutfucking...some Egyptian trollop near a dumpster. What a scandal! Not that she cared; the only thing on her mind was the sentient set of curves in front of her. Hollywood's mindset had degraded Osira-in Natalie's mind- to meat. Slutmeat. That over-fucked twat of hers might have been somewhat loosened thanks to whatever beings inhabited the dusty desert heap she came from, but as more and more of that Nubian colonising monstrosity claimed its place in Osira's holes, she closed up tight. Skin tight, almost, and it made Natalie snarl with lust. No smiles now.
Just pure, seething, smirking lust, with a fucksocket broken in enough to take everything she had to give. The wet clap of that fat arse on her hips, the near bruising thud of those immense breeding balls against a vulnerable, severely swollen clitoris...mmf. And every time Osira's knees wobbled, she sank downward, her womb entrance not merely knocked on.
It was fucking demolished. Claimed, by the sultry British babe insistent on thoroughly [s]polluting[/s] enriching Osira's blood with a squad of mixed-race brats~

[b]Bitch Empress Osira[/b] panted for air, wrapped up in the white bitch's arms, unable to resist or fight back in any way - just doing her best to stay upright as she was slamfucked against a dumpster. Every drag back caused her cunt to squeeze, the huge, veined fuckpillar bringing with it a mixture of dense prenut and her slick nectar, ribbons on of it swinging from that girthy monster dick before getting crammed back into her with enough force to clap her ass and send her tits bouncing. With the fingers in her mouth, she let her tongue flop forward, occasionally sucking at them desperately.

She could trace back her ancestry thousands of years - carefully chosen and selected, built to make prime daughters who could appease ancient, monstrous gods. And right now all that careful crafting of a family tree was being put to work wrapping a massive white dick in velvet, cunt almost sucking it down to the ballsack for it's load. She gurgled out a retarded, pleasured noise, unable to close her mouth properly as her cunt clenched, squirting and drenching Natalie's colossal cumtanks with her need, knees giving out under her as she almost fell over, held aloft and propped up on massive, womb-destroying dick.

[b]Dormer[/b] "First lesson of Hollywood, sweetheart. We are our own Gods...yours are dead and gone. There's only you, and what you -mmhh- do to get what you want..."

Natalie's words were pleasure-slurred, but flinty-firm. No mistaking intentions at all; Osira was here, in this squalid place, because Natalie wanted her to be. She might have lead, but here she was; brain-cells diminishing from the raw, fetid fuckslop she had snorted and that stained her face, stomach bulging up to those arm-restrained dusky tits from the gut-churning slab of shedick being sloppily cramfucked into her blown-open cunt, and all that egotism and dignity stripped away by the smirking, snarling, hedonistic screen Goddess. All that work by her ancestors to keep her family line pure...all about to be dumped in the trash by Dormer's load. That dense prenut was covering every inch of her innards, all those internal buttons built for pleasure and lust being crushed by the shaven-headed actress' pursuit of orgasm. Those squirt-soaked balls, almost bruising Osira's wide thighs and beating at her swollen, thumb-sized clitoris like a cruel bully with a brutal toy, began to audibly gurgle. It was coming. 

And all that mattered was to showcase Hollywood's newest victim. Slave or star, whatever she wanted to become, Osira would be hooked on trying to climb to the top.

Unless, of course, a dozen or so of Dormer's brats stopped that ambition for a time~

"Scream to your viewers, bitch. They want to see your face before you get famous...~" Natalie groaned, tugging her to face the onlookers at the alleyways mouth. Her newest, and first, fans...how nice of her.

[b]Bitch Empress Osira[/b] felt utterly out of her depth. Whatever spell backfired and landed her in this world had left her totally adrift. Egypt was a total shithole now. People worshipped other people and screens. And somehow, a slender white girl had the biggest dick she'd managed to find. She was a ruler, vicious, and cunning, but she'd also more than inherited her mother's weaknesses - namely that when her cunt was prodded right, she became disturbingly thirsty.

So when rammed from behind, ruthlessly fucked, and made to face the growing crowd, she looked up at them half-lidded, drool swinging from her chin, "H-hey, peasants. You, haa-aah~..." she cupped her tits for them, "You like what you see? She's gonna make me a sta-... nn... a st-st..." her knees trembled, and she raised up, reaching back to grab onto the back of Natalie's neck, flaunting herself as she squealed and moaned, cunt stretched an ungodly width as she gushed all the more, eyes rolling up, "Ghnn! Fuck! Just give it to me! Harder! Hit me, hurt me, FUCK ME. Get that disgusting peasant cock in deep and just FUCK~" she gushed, half a rushed, garbled mess.

[b]Dormer[/b] could hear cameras going off, and see phones recording. She had to grin; thanks to Osira's posing, her face was actually hidden from all the media! As the Egyptian to be "Queen" would learn, this was what people called God now; celebrity and vice, sex and filth. The rise of stars and their crushing fall from grace. And Osira had fallen, hard. From impending monarch to...this. A squealing, dark-skinned fleshlight, fit for nothing but cock. Mmh. Natalie would definitely keep an eye on her. It would always be lovely to have a filthy squealing African whore that she could abuse, and ruin, and pimp out to all the filthy monsters in human form that Hollywood praised...

Such thoughts, however, were wiped out when she came. Of course, being the being that she was, Natalie didn't simply 'cum'; it was an explosion in that vulnerable, fucked-wide womb, a flooding of obscene Biblical proportions. Each rancid, backed-up impact of ballsludge that torrented into that still-convulsing, gushing twat was like a punch to the most needy parts of Osira's body, ballooning that slender stomach up obscenely, Natalie's arms crushing around her chest and throat so tightly at the nerve-shredding orgasm that she almost choked the "poor" girl out. More...and more...and more, until the gravid, heavily pregnant gut of Osira sagged almost down to her fucking KNEES and the vacuum-tight seal of her ruined cunt finally gave way under the pressure, a messy SCPLURT of semen backwashing out over Osira's entire lower body, pooling like noxious, fuck-scented tar around Natalie's boot-covered feet. A few hundred dollars of clothes were ruined, but those were replaceable.

Osira, as she realised when coming down from that ungodly orgasm, having barely managed to control her fuck-frenzied shrieks, was not...~

[b]Bitch Empress Osira[/b] panted like a bitch in heat, slamming down again and again, until she was finally getting what she wanted - that massive torrent of hot, dense sludge. Her eyes went wide, head arching back, as shot after audible shot of spunk chugged into her, womb bloating with the first massive, cock-bulging rope. Then the next. And the next. She squirmed back against the celebrity, gurgling as she was choked, but her rasping, needy breaths were only pleasure as she was filled with gallon after gallon of hot, achingly potent white seed. Her hands slid down her body, squeezing, feeling at her hot, bulging womb, legs trembling as she started to buckle under the weight and pleasure.

As it eventually built, the pressure finally squelched spunk down her thighs, soaking her legs as every CHUG of fuckslop into her squelched more filthy load out. Everything packed inside, however, was swarming her womb - achingly potent ovaries drowned in white swimmers, eggs violated and pummelled in the dense onslaught. As her knees buckled, she let out a dirty laugh.

Of course, Osira had her own secrets. And Dormer was a modern-day monster. So as her body started to fail, she just set her fingers just so, purple rings wrapping around them, runic symbols dancing. It was all the reagent she needed, although her fuck-addled mind decided to make the best of the situation. Falling forward off the spurting shaft onto the floor with a wet SCHLRP, she landed heavily on her back - but kept the spell.

The onlookers, camera-phones raised, changed. Their bodies morphed - phones held achingly close to their faces, obscuring features, as they became larger, fatter, sweatier, more monstrous. Hungry representations of the Hollywood smut 'consumer' - and as she clenched herself on the floor to slowly drain and pant out her load, she grinned back up, "Nnnh... Perfect. These fans will serve nicely. I can make them so much more fit for purpose. They can spread the word, filling social media, rave reviews, all sorts. The first of many..." she leaned back, surprisingly comfortable considering her womb.

"That was great. You should go inside. Get a drink. I'm going to tend to my new slaves..."