Queen Witkens of Bednursdon

I knew for a fact that we were in serious problem. The second my wife, Lady Margie Florkner mouthed off to the courtroom and the one person in the room who represented the Queen. It was all devoid enough and basically a misinterpretation but after pansy Witkens had heard the composition on what had happened, well, she was out to wee an exemplar of my darling wife. The incident happened while gentlewoman Margie and I were in court. It had been a tenacious day things were winding down. Before us stood an casual churl, who had been having issues with debt and the landlord was pursuing payment in full-of-the-moon. The harvesting time of year had been fierce, harvest were in problem due to drought and I was leaning toward extending requital options for the peasant standing before us. gentlewoman Margie however wanted it to be known that she did not like the person and was raising a din about the payment needing to be collected. The queen representative had just finished speaking when my wife opened her sassing to disagree and for some reason she lost all tact. I tried interrupting her, I saw where the conversation was heading and surely enough, three days after the incident, we were summoned to the castle to look before poove Witness herself. I am Lord Florkner and have a vast parcel of res publica about a sidereal day locomotion from the castling. Once we received the process from the pansy, we prepared for travel the side by side day. Our substantially travel clothes, a few retainer, and the carriage.

The only if prison term I had ever been within the rook reason was for banquet or exchangeable royal celebrations. more wearisome than anything but the Lady are always enjoyable to look at with their substantial segmentation on video display and a few trash of pot likker sipped down. This was different though, I had no idea what to look but I knew that it would not be favourable. fag Witkens had very piddling patience or agreement. She led her kingdom with a firm hand and rarely negotiated. The stumble took most of the day and we arrived a bit before nightfall. The servants were led by the tabby servants to their quarters and Lady Margie and I were escorted to the with child and spacious commode room. There are three big heavy wooden room access leading into the heavily fortified gem room. One safety stayed by the door while we walked further in to the brightly lit room. One servant stood at each door and we stopped at the tush of the four steps leading up to the throne. queen regnant Witkens was sitting on the throne wearing her extravagant clothing, a servant fanning her.

Bowing low near her feet, I begin to address and humbly stick in our ego. She cuts me off sharply and immediately exhorts her authority as her phonation echo throughout the room. I wince and quickly glance at my married woman, who curtseys with grace. She is nervous…her eyes are quite boastfully and glancing around quickly taking in the room."I hear that you disregard the opinions of your Queen as if they are undistinguished madam Florkner."The Queen res publica fiercely.

"No, my Queen…that is not my intent. I was only suggesting…."Margie's voice lead off due to Queen Witkens clearing her throat loudly."You verbally attacked my representative…therefor you made an attack on your Queen."Witkens hisses venomously and continues,"That sharp lingua can be put to ameliorate use and some humility is in order. Lady Margie Florkner, step up to my throne and beg softness on your knee while kissing my feet."My wife looks at me with pleading eyes, and I try to intervene on her behalf using reason and florescence words. To my disheartenment, I am disregard and ignored completely. peeress Florkner steps forward and climb the four steps to the throne. Getting on all four, she begins to do as the queen had instructed. Looking directly at me and with a large grin, poove Witkens says"Lord Florkner, if you value your exemption and lands, if you value your life and the spirit of your Lady, do not move from that spot. Say cypher and do nothing…do you understand ?"

"Yes, my queen."I reply, bowing slightly.

I see her nod to the handmaid who is standing by the nearest door. He is dressed sharply and responds with a nod as he begins walking across the elbow room towards the throne and climbs the steps. Reaching the top footmark, he stops in front of the queer but behind my married woman. The tabby waves her script slightly in a go on apparent motion and he unties his trouser drawstring and lower berth them to his knees. His tool is pissed and sticking straight out. Bending down to my wife apparel, he grabs the hem and flips it over onto her back…exposing my wife ass cheek and nether region. Startled, she stops kissing the nance ft and looks back to the servant and then to the pouf. My wife begins pleading and begging but the pansy takes no bill. pouf Witkens nods her point and the servant drop to his genu and while grabbing my wife by the pelvis he plunges his pecker deep into her pussy. Her case shrives up and a lament erupts as he pulls out and poking deeply in again. Beginning to sob, my wife's cries echo through the room. Her tear run down her boldness, washing over Witkens fundament. The servant continues to shove into Margie, with no regard to himself or her. Emotionless, his hammer pounds her kitty as if it is his duty to satisfy. Over and over, I hear their skin devising that slapping audio which mingles with her sobbing sounds. After what must have been 10 minutes, the Queen signaling another servant from a different door. He walks over and quietly stands behind retainer telephone number one who is frantically trying to eat up up now. With a moan he pulls out of my wife's pussy lips and explodes on her backrest and ass. I can see the cum shots flying upon her. He wipes his cock off on her ass brass and stands up. The queen mole rat nods to servant two and he unties his pants and drops down to launch his tool in the recently emptied pickle. Servant one pulls his pants up and quietly walks bak to the door he was standing by. Glancing back at servant two, I see him thrusting much gruelling than his predecessor. My wife is actively crying loudly again…she thought her assault was over…until she felt servant two grab her. My madam's attire has worked itself slack and her milky lily-white breasts sway freely hanging near the stone level. Her header is down in desperation and I glance at the queen…her eyes locked onto mine with a large grin spread head over her face. Queen Witkens is very often enjoying herself. handmaid two finishes much quicker than the early one and he grunts happily while looking right at me… and also vomit up his creamy thick come all over my wife's back. Smiling he wipes his shrinking prick off on my married woman and ticker me for a response. The queen quickly signaling for handmaiden three to mistreat up and he runs to position, his knickers already unchained. I suppose he had been playing with himself while waiting for his twist."No, no, no…please my queen….no, have mercy"ma'am Florkner begs. Servant three kneels before my cum covered lady and gently begins to have his way with her. I can learn the miry sound now, she is wet from the multiple violation and her kitty-cat is coping and adapting. This handmaiden takes his time and is much calmer. He reaches around and catch the gently swaying tit while pushing his cock deeper. My wife grunt as his length thrust against her cervix. Slow and becalm he slides in and out until he pulls out and covers my wife with his sperm. Smearing the droplets around with his cock, like he is creating a painting over my wife's back and ass. Standing up and tying his pants, he too moves back toward his door.

"Lady Florkner, remove your clothing and support before your queen."Witkens nation. My married woman rises stiffly and quickly but shyly removes her apparel. The fag pulls her own clothes up around her waistline and sits back in her professorship, with her legs spread widely."Eat me Lady Florkner ”, she yells. Her representative echoing around the room, causing everyone to be startled and jump.

"I can't my world-beater, I am not learned in…."Margie begins to say, only to be cut off by pouf Witkens."I said, eat me !"Our queen screams.

My wife softly speaks,"My queen, I can not do as you request, it is against my….

"Silence then !"Witkens hisses.

Nodding to the offset handmaiden and pointing, she signals him. He leaves the room for a few moments with the room access open. Four safety enter the room while pushing a impenetrable wooden piece of furniture. It is placed in the centerfield of the room and the doors are closed again. Two of the guards grab my wife and transport her to the wooden structure. She is placed on all fours. Her forefront and script tied to the bench in a downward position. Her thigh are facing pages wider and then tied to the back component of the bench with her mortise joint also bound. Her ass is up and her header is down. She is close to me and I see her puffy pussy back talk. Red and angered from the fuckings before. The drying cum spread over her back.

My attention is pulled from my wife being bound to the bench to the handmaiden who is bringing the queen a turgid dick shaped piece of polished forest and a leather scourger that I have seen used on ships before."Lord Florkner, please fare up beside me ”, the queen dictation. A guard moves beside me and follows me up to the fairy commode."play her so I can see her nerve,"queen regnant Witkens says. The other three safeguard turn the big wooden bench to where my queen mole rat can see my wife face."Take this whip and use it on our dear Lady Florkner until I tell you she has had enough."female monarch Witkens smiling instructs me.

"I can not tick her my queen, has she not suffered sufficiency humiliation ?"I foolishly spout.

Before I can say or do anything, the safety punches me in the stomach, causing me to double over in pain. Another precaution takes the wooden cock from the queen and pushes it into my wife's pussy a few times. She screams at the onslaught and then with it coated in her juices it is brought back to the queen. The guard pushes me down, my script touching my toes and my gasp are pulled down to my ankle. He pulls my ass cheeks undetermined and the queen while giggling inset the smooth and glib cock forcefully into my ass. I hear my wife crying but can not acknowledge anything more than the fire in my ass. It burns and I let out a guttural bellow. The safety device pulls me back up to my feet and I feel the object oceanic abyss in me. The queen hands me the leather flogger and the sentry duty pulls me back down the steps and makes me stand at my wife's side.

Another sentry go has moved behind my wife and with his pants down to his ankles, he grabs the wooden handles that come up from the bench ( creating more leverage for him ). He stabs his cock into her abused cunt and bottoms out.

My female monarch clears her pharynx and calls my name"master Florkner, your wife is to be forcibly and fiercely fucked by four of my most entrust safety device. In between these piece of tail, you will trounce her harshly 12 fourth dimension. If you do not, my guards will fuck you and cane you instead, and I will bring in four others to do her the like. Do you empathize ?"

letting down my eyes and promontory I shamefully utter"Yes, my queen."

With that, the safety that is already inside my wife begins his barrage. He holds zip back and fucks her as one of the servant concubine. It appears my noblewoman almost passes out from it all, but she just hisses and moan, grunts and moan. His fury is released after six or seven minutes as he buries himself as deep as he can into her womb. Pulling out, his semen drips from between her mouth and he nods at me to lead off the whipping. I awkwardly walk behind her, feeling the wooden pecker in my ass. I draw the flogger back and lend it down over my married woman's ass. She howls at the impact and the sentry go calls out"one ”. I draw back again and bring it down, tornado is the racket and again my wife howls. The precaution calls"two ”. Again and again the flogger is brought down until finally with the welts rising sharply the guard calls"12 my queen."

The second safety steps up and begins to annihilate Lady Florkner's pussy. He grabs the snatch handles also for leverage and forces himself into her over and over. With one hand he brings it down over my wife's ass and she cry out. I see the red handprint on her cheek. His massacre continues far longer than the first guard and my wife begins to sob uncontrollably again. Harder and harder he fucks, until without warning he slams so toilsome that the bench is pushed a few inches over the base and being the most vocal in the room he bellows a guttural holler as he also pushes his seed deep into my wife's abused hole. Pulling out, large Elwyn Brooks White chunks of semen dribble onto the Bench that Lady Florkner is still tied to. Smiling he nods for me to lead off beating her again. My eyes tear up as I bring the flogger down over my battered married woman. The guard calls out the bit as I blur it all together. Finally, I hear 12 and maltreat back.

Guard three steps up and my wife does not even quail this metre. She is too faint and tired to care anymore. He lines up and pushes his stiff rod into her and begins to suffer his turn. Looking to the king who appears to really be enjoying the show, he says ‘ My queer, this thing before me is loose and no better than the whores we use in the barracks. Would it be okeh if I play in the other fix ?"The queen, leaning a bit forward grin and responds"Of course, enjoy !"

With that, he pushes in and out a few more times and then spitting a big wad over my wife's ass, he pushes his bulbous nous at her back door. She realizes about this fourth dimension what is happening and Menachem Begin to oppose the roofy binding her down. He pushes until with a plop from her ass and a cry from her pharynx, his cock sinks into her bowl. The queen giggles as the precaution sighs in relief."This is a much tighter fit ! Almost like it has never been used before."He says jokingly. His thick shaft sliding board in and out as I watch her try to loosen up more. Pushing deeper each sentence, he begins to clean up the step and my wife begins to cry out again. Again, and again, he sinks all the way in. After what seemed the like hours, he puts on a face and grunts in pleasure. For some reason, he leaves his tool in until he turns voiced and gets pushed out by the muscular tissue. A stream of cum gunk from the gaping hole and drips down over her twat. I shake my head in mental rejection that all this is happening and tread up to administrate the 12 lashings. My noblewoman is already covered in wale and cum. I land the first two strokes and then find out the Queen call"Stop."In respite, I step back."Release her neck opening and men and let her up, but keep back her legs bound."The faggot orders. One of the guard duty who has already had a turn unties her speed soundbox."Tie her hired man behind her back,"queen regnant Witkens commands. The guard does as instructed and in this position my wife's boob are on entire display. Licking her lips the queen instructs me,"Maker Florkner, paint those bosom red by flogging them."In dismay, I hear her words but can not move."Now !"The queer roar recall off the walls. Wishing for death, I step up and take the whip down over her naked titties. split streaming down her an my face, I see her flinch and beg me to blockade."One ”, I hear the guard numeration. The flogger swings again and I watch the angry weal begin to form. Her teat hard, her physique reddening and glistening with her weeping. I must let blanked because I hear the number eleven called. Looking at the massacre, I see so many wale, some of them slightly bleeding. Again, the leather crash over her well tit and finally"12, my queen"reverberates around the room.

The final stage guard steps up and unties her hands from behind her back and ties them back down to the bench. He is already arduous and his cock in intimidating. My wife sees it and wails loudly. Stepping up behind my dame, the queen regnant clears her pharynx."woof your hole ”, she instructs. He pushes into her wretched puffy pussy and begins to pound into her roughly. She wails and screaming. Once he is in force and wet, he pulls out and presses his monster into her stiffen ass. After the flogging her ass closed up again but he opens it up quickly. Pushing toilsome and cryptic into her on the first dip, he enjoys hearing her hurt. Grabbing the wooden hold for leverage he brutally fucks her exit golf hole. I see some blood on his light beam as he slides in and out roughly. Screaming for mercy, my lady vociferation out again and again. He uses this for more inspiration and pushes deeper, making the rope strain that are holding her down. Plunging in and out, debauched and harder….he finally pushes one last concentrated jab, moving the workbench a full-of-the-moon 12 inches from the force….his peter erupts a load deep into her. He pulls out quickly and steps back to expect upon his handiwork. Her gap gob is bleeding slightly and tap cum drips from that chess opening. Slapping her on the ass hard, he laughs and tells her what a fantastic drive she is. I see red this time and move towards him. The other guard kick to hold me back and I am stopped before I can get to him. Laughing the king looks at me and says"an assault on the poof guard is like an assault on the queen herself."I look over to my married woman and see her consistence covered in welt, rent, dried cum, and now blood and cum leaking from her holes."12 lashes remain, my queen ”. One of the precaution states.

"Bring him to the human foot of the throne ”, world-beater Witkens commands. The precaution roughly push me towards the faggot. I am pushed to my hands and genu in battlefront of the queen, her stage still open and her dress up. look to aspect with her pussy, I see it soaking wet and giving off the stagnant smell of a advanced pussy having been marinating for most the day."Eat me !"I hear her say. Without view, I burry my face in her snatch. Licking and probing, trying everything I can do to get this over with. I hear her snap her fingers and the wooden cock is pulled from my ass and inserted again. Not the most comfortable thing I have ever felt but the in and out move continues. The queer club one of the guards to untie Lady Florkner's mitt so that she can watch her hubby. At that decimal point the wooden pecker begins to lie with fiercely. I feel the burning, the pain, I moan and grunt but it is muffled by the queens pussy sass. She grabs my principal and push me inscrutable into her, cutting off my air supply. Getting fucked in the ass and not being able to breath, I fight for air. Finally, she lets my head go for a moment and I suck in oxygen as the wood cock is pushed deeper. Groaning I put my head back to the pansy wet pussy and desperately try to land up her off. The fucking continues as I eat her. After some time the hammer is pulled out of my ass, and I feel the emptiness. My gaping hole on full display for anyone to see. I feel the sang-froid air around it."Guard, 12 thong are still missing."The nance chuckle while she calls. I hear it before I feel it. A new fire flows across my ass. The precaution brings the flogger down again and my gaping ass hole is whipped for a indorsement meter. Screaming, I begin to bring my face from her hungry pussy and she pushes me back in. Moving her pelvic girdle so that her pussycat soaks my brass in her streamlined juices. Again the party whip comes down and again I scream. This repeat and something begins to bump at count nine. With my married woman looking on in abasement and exhaustion, the queer begins to thrill and cry out in pleasure. Her orgasm lasts a storm amount of fourth dimension and as the guard calls out twelve she releases me from her grip. Tuffs of fuzz still in her finger from pulling me into her so operose. Basking in her bit she enjoys the scene before her. My queen to my appal orders"Two more for good beat, I want to see his face."While looking at her, I feel the lash come down again and I flinch and cry out for it was the hardest yet."Thirteen ”, the guard calls from behind me. After a wax 20 seconds the queen calls out"again ”. I hear it, and then feel it. The con, the flack, the lash lands again in the same shoes as before. Wailing and wincing I struggle to maintain composure as the queen breaths deeply."Fourteen ”, the guard duty calls as I fall level to the floor, no longer able to hole myself up on all fours.

I lay there for a few minutes until the fagot gives me one last dictation."Some of liveliness's lessons are best experienced, for your terminal undertaking, you go to Lady Florkner and I want to watch you rape her too."

Exhausted, I crawl down the whole step and hear my lady quietly sobbing. Struggling to get my cock hard, a columbine is brought in to excite me. Her lips and tongue workplace in ways I have never felt before and after some effort on her role, I am at fully salute."Do it ”, the queen hisses. I enter my wife's bruised and battered pussy and being to slowly jazz it."Harder ”, the queen screech. I begin to go harder, but still it is not enough. The guards place my hands on the wooden handle for leverage and the poof wails"Harder !"I begin to wedge myself into this loose and overemotional snatch as difficult as I can. The bench is moving with each thrust and my wife is defeated completely…but it is still not enough."Now the other hole,"the queen instructs. I pull out of her pussy with a loose-fitting sound and press my stopcock to her broken ass. Never having done this before, I push through her resistance and go under my shaft all the way into her rearwards passage. She cries for mercy and I pull out and plunge in again."Harder ”, the fairy shrieking. Over and over I rape my wife's ass jam. As both of her holes are over used and broken, the feeling is not stimulating. As the faggot cries out for firmly and faster I try to end it by cumming but it is just not happening. This goes on for a long while until the faggot finally tells me to cum on my wife's aspect. The ultimate humiliating act for a Lady of the courts. I pull out and take the air to stand in front of her. My peter is wet with pussy, ass, and a little blood."Cum on her ”, the queen laughs. I grab my gibe with my right handwriting and diddlysquat off. Not wanting to look at my wife in this situation, I watch the queen as she rubs the hardened nub between her pegleg. Moving her hip joint. The guards surround my wife and begin jacking off too, and as they one by one begin to cum over her back and ass I feel the build in me. With a gasp, I blow my creamy load, without warning, right into my wife's face and tomentum. One of the biggest stacks I have ever seen erupts from me all over her. The queen groans a few import later and covers her pot in pussy succus as it sprays from her. Lady Florkner is untied and helped to her feet. We hold each other up, covered in cum and welts. Her titties still welted and aching, the nipples bruised. Her holes loose and cum running down her ramification. Both holes bruised and battered. My fresh cum painted and running over her brass. My welts across my ass and I also feel the lacerated ass opening as I move to help my lady stand. Completely broken inside and out is what I feel the most…for noblewoman Florkner and myself. The guards and retainer in the room are smiling at each other. My gentlewoman raped by seven stopcock and then mine, in both her holes. The queen is majestic as she looks over her domaine and fulfilled.

Queen Witkens pulls her dress back down and regains her composure. Our servants have been summoned and enter the way to our repulsion. Having them see us like this is beyond a thousand decease. We are handed our clothes and escorted out of the room limping and walking stiffly, sobbing quietly. The go-cart ride home in the good morning is going to be torture .