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Prince Charles was in Paris, that Friday night; Princess Di and Rolly, her studly, young driver, had somehow given the Buckingham Palace security the slip. The bitch didn't want them around since she never knew when she might have the chance to sneak off for a closet-quickie with a beautiful laddy at the charity event which she was scheduled to attend.

The problem was that Rolly and Di had lost their way - not that being lost was of any great consequence to Di: Her cunt was purring with satisfaction since minutes earlier, she and her driver had pulled into a dark layby along the highway for some animalistic copulation.

You see, it wouldn't be speaking ill of the dead, only the truth about the once-living to say that lurking beneath Di's beautiful, sophisticated exterior lay one of the world's most inordinately polluted tramps. She was utterly addicted to penises; in fact, while it'd never come to light, the bitch adored committing the abomination before the Lord of lying naked and carnal with stud-horses and an occasional dog, while her decided preference was the huge tools of violation under stallions. She, also, had a hole-wrenching lech for surrendering herself to guys of the lower classes, as long as they were young, nicely-equipped and at least attractive up to handsome. Of course, that fact, too, had never been publicly revealed.

And now, Rolly was slowly driving along a sidestreet, looking for someone to give him directions, until he stopped in front of what appeared to be some type of pub without a sign above it's front door - and next to which a young man was casually lounging.

'Let me inquire inside, cunt,' Rolly gruffly said, 'And listen, you might be gorgeous, and you might or might not be the realm's next queen. But you'll never be anything more than a cunt to me! Understand, you dirty quim (cunt)?'

'Yes, sir,' Di replied, heated by the brutally vulgar tone of her driver's words.

'Right, lovey-cunt; I'll see what information I can get,' Rolly said, getting out of the car, with the trollop doing likewise, having noticed that the guy at the door was quite a hunk - with that knowledge having her royal, front screw-hole leaking a little.

'Where are you going?' Rolly softly snarled.

'With you,' the 'dirty quim' responded.

'Fucking whore!' the driver said under his breath.

The bloke at the door gave the bitch-animal a once-over, not registering at all with his eyes that he recognized her as the Princess Di, simply opened the door and pointed down a set of stairs beyond it.

Rolly and Di quickly found themselves in a basement room which, while not dirty or in ill repair, was roughly worked-out with its decor.

As though waiting for the right person, about 25, working-class young men sat around tables, drinking tea, not beer or ale.

With her good eye for man-muscle, Di immediately noticed that all of them were everything from good-looking to gloriously rutty in appearance.

What she didn't know, at the moment, was that the pub-like place was a gathering venue for male models purporting to be from the working class.

. though so much as thinking about that was near-pointless since the bitchie-bitch was instantly surrounded by the guys using their hands in taking indecent liberties with her juicy bod. Also, they'd aleady taken out their erect pegos (dicks). Naturally, that inspired her with the lustful fires of hell, and.

. 'it's not that we lack respect for the royal family in general, simply that we have less than no respect for meat-on-2-legs like you!' Wally the group-leader told her. 'Every boy, even, in all the British Isles knows you're nothing but a litter box full of trash, not even a mere tart, just a stinking-dirty slag with fewer morals than a classless wench! We aren't going to really rape you, because long experience and instinct tell me of a certainty you'd like that. But the hell fuck you!' - and he slapped her face, 'We don't give a shit whether you might like it or not because we ARE going to force you with our pricks as much as we like, you foul pig!'

'That's right, duckie!' Trevor added from behind the secretly-classless wench, bending her forward by the shoulder, reaching under her dress, tearing her panties out of her loins and drilling all of his large jolly roger into her royal sewer-pussy, and thereby bringing a scream out of Di that was instantly stifled by Wally starting to punish her lips up and down his rod while holding her by the ears.

'In your stinking-slutty mouth!' he roared.

'Jolly right, laddy! And rip the cow's bowel-cheeks wide open, Trevor!' the watching Bob gloatingly encouraged his mates, 'Yeah, take it, you dumb cunt full of dung!'

'Yes, indeed! You're nothing but a brainless dung-ball!' said Arnold, wanking-off as his eyes greedily fed on the scene. 'Fucking, dirty cow not worth the dung you whelp in the toilet, if you even have the decency to use the WC!'

'Yes! And I'll spread your arse-fucking-apples wider than the English Channel to ready you for what's coming before your fuck-mushy cunt of a brain knows what's happening, cunt, you cunt of all cunts!' Trevor bellowed.

'Yeah, you deserve to be called a cunt because linguistic experts say that 'cunt' is the most sexist, offensive and insulting word you can call a duckie!' groweled James.

'Oh, now, we shouldn't be kind enough to insult this kunt, should we, laddies?' Will mockingly remarked, 'Though to hell with you, since you're a complete offense to decency and we're going to insult the arse off you, kunt, you fucking, fucking kunt!'.

. and about then, Trevor brutishly plowed all the way into her entrails, massively spunk-soiling them, only for Roddy to harshly start buggering Di once Trevor had dismounted the piece of 'meat-on-2-legs.'

The royal trash-can then scarcely had time to shriek since Arnold banged his long, thick impaler seemingly down into her very neck immediately after Wally pulled out of her mouth to wank-off on her beautiful face.

Seeing her lovely kisser thusly despoiled took the men to a raunchier indulgence of their lowest and basest intincts, with 4 or 5 of them not even waiting to have their way with one of her rut-ditches, instead spooging-up her hair and evening gown, with no regard for her dignity or feelings except to make her feel as dehumanized and devalued as possible.

. and with Leonard asking, 'You don't think much of, or have any respect for yourself when you're being used like a meat-bag full of pricks - right, birdie?'

Di sobbed in debasement as she shook her head 'no', while her lips siphoned Arnold's cock.

'How lovely!' Leonard continued his verbal taunting, 'because you the fuck know what? We don't think much of you, either, and most certainly don't have any respect for the most slatternly slattern of all slatterns you are!'

'Shit, she isn't even good enough to qualify as a mere slattern, nothing more than a lower-than-lowest fuck-slob!' Jeremy chortled.

And as if to emphasize that, some the men roared with laughter while urinating on the harlot in her clothes! - something which Di could hardly believe!

No matter - that was when Roddy savagely slapped her bum and bashed his seed of pollution into her butt-gutter while roaring, 'Up your fucking arse-hole, you, filthy, filthy fucking whore!'

He backed out of the royal garbage-kunt; Rolly, her driver, smashed into and ruthlessly started pillaging her increasingly hog-sloppy twat.

The blokes never ceased yelling a constant litany of the vilest insults at Di never ceasing to orgasm, over and over.

For about 2 1/2 hours, the young men roughed her up by tossing her around on their bulls as they mercilessly slugged their pegos down her throat and abused her lower holes as punching bags for their cocks. Too, they slapped her face and rudely shoved their hands inside her bra to manhandle her swine-udders, as well as cruelly pinch and twist her nips. Beyond that, they naturally aimed plenty of stinging blows at her shitter with their hands - and none of that to mention how much they slopped her down with scum and piss, seemingly in quarts!

Despite the pigsty of filth she already was, Di had never been so reviled by the time they ripped her clothes off to reveal her lusciously shameful nakedness, then pulled a black, cloth bag over her head - with her feeling the chilly night air prickling her flesh as they carried her out and threw her into the backseat of an old car.

Perhaps 30 minutes later, the blokes took the bag off her head, and the royally worthless screw-bag-scrunt saw that she was in a stable and looking up at a stallion's penis-sheath.

Unfortunately for her, though luckily for her abusers, the gutter-crawler gasped just as the beautiful, superior animal's cock spat a huge blast of urine on her face and in her mouth while the laddies laughed like all hell!.

. though Will quickly clapped her mouth shut and squeezed her thoat to make sure that Di guzzled down all of the raunchy liquid.

Once he'd assured himself of that, he dragged her right up to the horse's sheath by the hair, shoved her mouth onto it with his left hand and barked, 'Suck, you beastie-fucking-girl!' - with him beginning to ram her lips as far up and down the stallion-sheath as he could with her tresses in his right hand.

'You aren't a girl by any of the world's least decent standards, just a fucking barnyard-whore at the very nicest!' Leonard observed, stepping over to jam her suck-hole even further onto the horse's pizzle-sheath with his foot on her bum. 'Fuck you ... [comment truncated]

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