Sharon's train of thought was broken when she heard moaning coming from inside the tent. There was a mixture of masculine and feminine voices, but it didn't sound like the man was having a very good time. Sharon peeked into the tent and saw the bed on which a strange woman laid. Knowing she had seen her before, Sharon recognized the woman as Queen Etellia. The other figure was Jim, kneeling at the foot of the bed and eating Etellia out. A tiara rested on his head.
"That's good, my slave," Etellia said, complimenting Jim as she came out of an orgasm. "Now, give me a nice solid fucking!"
"No!" Jim yelled in protest, but his body reacted differently. His limbs, appearing to act on their own, motioned Jim's body forward and implanted his cock into Etellia's vagina. He moaned in agony as his body began to pump into her.
Outside, Sharon was stunned. She had to rescue Jim from that nymphomaniac nymph, but how? Pondering her options, she realized that Etellia was obviously not paying much attention to the world around her, so if necessary, a straight forward charge could provide enough surprise to give her the upper hand. However, if it didn't work, Sharon knew that she could be in for a world of trouble. Another option was to try and remove the tiara from Jim's head, but again, there were too many variables. How did Etellia control the headpiece? Did it have any sort of magical security precautions? Would Etellia have time to react before Sharon could remove it?
Sharon felt that of her choices, the better option was to take out Etellia first, and then free Jim from the control. Quietly, she looked around for something to use as a weapon and came across a sturdy stick, just the proper size to wield as a club.
Feeling as ready as she could be, Sharon charged into the tent as fast as her legs could carry her.
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