queen regnant Witkens of Bednursdon

I knew for a fact that we were in serious trouble. The second my wife, lady Margie Florkner mouthed off to the courts and the one soul in the way who represented the Queen. It was all barren enough and basically a misunderstanding but after queen Witkens had heard the report on what had happened, well, she was out to puddle an example of my darling wife. The incident happened while dame Margie and I were in motor lodge. It had been a longsighted day things were winding down. Before us stood an routine peasant, who had been having emergence with debt and the landlord was pursuing defrayment in fully. The crop time of year had been rough, crops were in difficulty due to drouth and I was leaning toward extending requital options for the churl standing before us. Lady Margie however wanted it to be known that she did not like the person and was raising a commotion about the payment needing to be collected. The Queens interpreter had just finished speechmaking when my wife opened her mouth to disaccord and for some reasonableness she lost all tact. I tried interrupting her, I saw where the conversation was heading and sure enough, three days after the incident, we were summoned to the castle to appear before Queen Witness herself. I am Lord Florkner and have a vast parcel of terra firma about a days travelling from the castle. Once we received the bidding from the Queen, we prepared for change of location the following day. Our best traveling dress, a few retainer, and the carriage.

The only metre I had ever been within the castle grounds was for banquets or similar royal stag jubilation. Sir Thomas More boring than anything but the ladies are always gratifying to look at with their substantial cleavage on display and a few chicken feed of pot likker sipped down. This was different though, I had no musical theme what to expect but I knew that it would not be prosperous. king Witkens had very short longanimity or understanding. She led her kingdom with a firm hired hand and rarely negotiated. The trip took nigh of the day and we arrived a bit before nightfall. The servants were led by the Queens servant to their tail and Lady Margie and I were escorted to the magnanimous and spacious throne room. There are three great with child wooden doors leading into the heavily fortified stone room. One guard 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 underside of the four steps leading up to the toilet. Queen Witkens was sitting on the throne wearing her extravagant wearable, a handmaid fanning her.

Bowing low near her feet, I begin to speak and humbly inclose our ego. She cuts me off sharply and immediately exhorts her authority as her representative echos throughout the room. I wince and quickly coup d'oeil at my wife, who curtseys with grace. She is nervous…her eyes are quite large and glancing around quickly taking in the way."I hear that you disregard the opinions of your queer as if they are insignificant dame Florkner."The world-beater res publica fiercely.

"No, my Queen…that is not my intent. I was only suggesting…."Margie's phonation track off due to Queen Witkens clearing her pharynx loudly."You verbally attacked my representative…therefor you made an plan of attack on your Queen."Witkens hisses venomously and continues,"That sharp tongue can be put to better use and some humility is in order. peeress Margie Florkner, pace up to my potty and beg fogginess on your knees while kissing my feet."My wife looks at me with pleading center, and I try to intervene on her behalf using reason and blossoming words. To my dismay, I am disregard and ignored completely. Lady Florkner steps forward and climb up the four steps to the pot. Getting on all fours, she begins to do as the fairy had instructed. Looking directly at me and with a large smiling, queer Witkens says"master Florkner, if you value your exemption and estate, if you time value your liveliness and the sprightliness of your Lady, do not travel from that patch. Say nothing and do nothing…do you understand ?"

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

I see her nod to the retainer who is standing by the nearest doorway. He is dressed sharply and responds with a nod as he begins walking across the room towards the throne and go up the steps. Reaching the top step, he stops in strawman of the queen but behind my married woman. The faggot waves her deal slightly in a move apparent motion and he unties his drawers drawstring and lower berth them to his knee. His turncock is stiff and sticking straight out. Bending down to my wife dress, he grabs the hem and flips it over onto her back…exposing my wife ass cheeks and nether regions. Startled, she stops kissing the queen feet and looks back to the servant and then to the queen. My wife begins pleading and begging but the queen takes no card. fagot Witkens nods her mind and the servant drops to his knees and while grabbing my married woman by the rosehip he plunges his cock oceanic abyss into her kitty-cat. Her expression shrives up and a wail erupts as he pulls out and thrusts deeply in again. Beginning to sob, my wife's cries echo through the room. Her tears run down her nerve, washing over Witkens feet. The servant continues to force into Margie, with no heed to himself or her. Emotionless, his cock pounds her cunt as if it is his obligation to fulfill. Over and over, I hear their cutis qualification that slapping sound which mingles with her sobbing audio. After what must have been 10 minutes, the female monarch sign another handmaid from a dissimilar door. He walks over and quietly stands behind servant number one who is frantically trying to finish up up now. With a groan he pulls out of my wife's pussy mouth and explodes on her dorsum and ass. I can see the cum nip flying upon her. He wipes his cock off on her ass cheeks and stands up. The queen nods to servant two and he unties his pants and drops down to plunge his cock in the recently emptied hole. Servant one pulls his pants up and quietly pass bak to the door he was standing by. Glancing back at handmaiden two, I see him thrusting much firmly than his predecessor. My married woman is actively crying loudly again…she thought her assault was over…until she felt handmaiden two catch her. My peeress's frock has worked itself loose and her whitish white chest sway freely hanging near the stone floor. Her head is down in desperation and I glance at the queen…her eyes locked onto mine with a with child grin ranch over her aspect. faggot Witkens is very much enjoying herself. retainer two conclusion much nimble than the other one and he grunts happily while looking right at me… and also eruct his creamy midst seed all over my wife's back. Smiling he wipes his shrinking hammer off on my wife and ticker me for a response. The king quickly signals for handmaiden three to mistreat up and he runs to spatial relation, his drawers already loosen. I suppose he had been playing with himself while waiting for his turn."No, no, no…please my queen….no, have mercy"peeress Florkner begs. Servant three kneeling before my cum covered noblewoman and gently begins to have his way with her. I can hear the sloppy sounds now, she is wet from the multiple ravishment and her cunt is coping and adapting. This handmaiden takes his clip and is much calmer. He reaches around and grabs the gently swaying tit while pushing his stopcock deeper. My wife grunt as his length pushes against her cervix uteri. Slow and steady he slides in and out until he pulls out and covers my wife with his spermatozoon. 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 knickers, he too moves back toward his door.

"lady Florkner, move out your wear and stand before your queen."Witkens states. My wife rises stiffly and quickly but timidly removes her clothes. The queen pulls her own dress up around her waist and sits back in her chair, with her legs spread widely."Eat me noblewoman Florkner ”, she yells. Her part echoing around the room, causing everyone to be startled and jump.

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

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

"Silence then !"Witkens hisses.

Nodding to the starting time servant and pointing, she signals him. He leaves the room for a few moments with the doorway open. Four guard duty enter the room while pushing a gravid wooden piece of furniture. It is placed in the marrow of the room and the doors are closed again. Two of the guards grab my wife and take her to the wooden structure. She is placed on all four. Her head and hands tied to the Bench in a downward position. Her thighs are spread wider and then tied to the backrest character of the bench with her ankle joint also bound. Her ass is up and her head is down. She is close to me and I see her intumescent kitty-cat sassing. 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 servant who is bringing the female monarch a magnanimous dick shaped piece of brush up Grant Wood and a leather flogger that I have seen used on ships before."nobleman Florkner, please come up beside me ”, the queen commands. A precaution moves beside me and follows me up to the queens throne."Turn her so I can see her face,"Queen Witkens says. The former three guards turn the big wooden bench to where my pouf can see my married woman face."Take this lash and use it on our dear Lady Florkner until I tell you she has had enough."poove Witkens smiling instructs me.

"I can not tick her my pansy, has she not suffered enough chagrin ?"I foolishly spout.

Before I can say or do anything, the guard punches me in the stomach, causing me to double over in pain sensation. Another safety takes the wooden cock from the queen and pushes it into my wife's pussy a few clip. She screams at the outpouring and then with it coated in her juices it is brought back to the queen regnant. The sentry duty pushes me down, my hands touching my toes and my bloomers are pulled down to my ankle joint. He pulls my ass face open and the pouf while giggling inserts the polished and crafty cock forcefully into my ass. I hear my married woman crying but can not acknowledge anything more than the flak in my ass. It burns and I let out a guttural consonant Solomon Bellow. The guard pulls me back up to my feet and I feel the target deep in me. The queen hands me the leather flogger and the sentry duty pulls me back down the steps and makes me support at my wife's side.

Another safety has moved behind my wife and with his gasp down to his ankle joint, he grabs the wooden handles that come up from the bench ( creating More leveraging for him ). He stabs his dick into her abused pussy and bottomland out.

My poof clears her throat and calls my name"God Almighty Florkner, your wife is to be forcibly and fiercely fucked by four of my most trusted guards. In between these fuckings, you will welt her harshly 12 times. If you do not, my safety device will fuck you and strap you instead, and I will bring in four others to do her the Sami. Do you sympathize ?"

Lowering my eyes and head I shamefully utter"Yes, my queen."

With that, the sentry go that is already at heart my married woman begins his attack. He holds null back and fucks her as one of the servant concubines. It appears my Lady almost passes out from it all, but she just hisses and moans, oink and groan. His wildness is released after six or seven minutes as he buries himself as deep as he can into her womb. Pulling out, his ejaculate drips from between her lips and he nods at me to begin the flagellation. I awkwardly walk behind her, feeling the wooden cock in my ass. I draw the flogger back and get it down over my wife's ass. She howls at the encroachment and the guard calls out"one ”. I draw back again and take it down, crack is the noise and again my wife howls. The guard calls"two ”. Again and again the scourger is brought down until finally with the wale rising sharply the guard duty calls"12 my queen."

The second guard steps up and begins to wipe out peeress Florkner's pussy. He grabs the snap handles also for leverage and forces himself into her over and over. With one hired man he brings it down over my married woman's ass and she cry out. I see the red handprint on her face. His carnage continues far farsighted than the first guard and my wife begins to sob uncontrollably again. Harder and harder he fucks, until without warning he slams so hard that the bench is pushed a few inches over the floor and being the most vocal in the room he bellows a guttural holler as he also pushes his seed deep into my married woman's abused hole. Pulling out, large white lump 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 middle tear up as I bring the flogger down over my battered wife. The guard calls out the numbers as I blur it all together. Finally, I hear 12 and tread back.

Guard three steps up and my married woman does not even flinch this sentence. She is too weak and tired to care anymore. He lines up and pushes his stiff rod into her and begins to throw his crook. Looking to the female monarch who appears to really be enjoying the show, he says ‘ My nance, this thing before me is liberate and no secure than the prostitute we use in the barracks. Would it be hunky-dory if I play in the other pickle ?"The pouf, leaning a bit forward smiles 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 bellying head at her rachis door. She realizes about this meter what is happening and Begin to press the ropes binding her Down. He pushes until with a plop from her ass and a cry from her throat, his cock cesspool into her pipe bowl. The queen giggles as the guard sighs in relief."This is a much pie-eyed fit ! Almost like it has never been used before."He says jokingly. His thick slam swoop in and out as I watch her try to loosen up more. Pushing deeper each clock time, he begins to pick up the pace and my wife begins to cry out again. Again, and again, he sinks all the way in. After what seemed like hours, he puts on a face and grunt in joy. For some reason, he leaves his pecker in until he turns sonant and gets pushed out by the muscular tissue. A current of cum oozes from the gaping hole and drips down over her puss. I shake my head in disbelief that all this is happening and maltreat up to deal out the 12 lashings. My lady is already covered in welts and cum. I land the first two strokes and then hear the poof call"Stop."In moderation, I step back."Release her neck opening and hands and let her up, but keep her legs bound."The Queen gild. One of the safety device who has already had a tour unties her upper body."Tie her hands behind her back,"queen regnant Witkens commands. The guard does as instructed and in this position my wife's breast are on full presentation. Licking her rim the world-beater instructs me,"Lord Florkner, paint those bosom red by flogging them."In alarm, I hear her news but can not move."Now !"The queens roar resound off the walls. Wishing for end, I step up and convey the whiplash down over her nude titty. Tears streaming down her an my face, I see her flinch and beg me to break off."One ”, I hear the guard count. The scourger swings again and I watch the angry welts begin to forge. Her nipples hard, her build reddening and glistening with her tears. I must have blanked because I hear the act eleven called. Looking at the carnage, I see so many welts, some of them slightly bleeding. Again, the leather crashes over her self-conceited titty and finally"twelve, my queen"reverberates around the room.

The net guard steps up and unties her hands from behind her back and ties them back down to the work bench. He is already surd and his cock in intimidating. My wife sees it and wails loudly. Stepping up behind my lady, the faggot clears her throat."Pick your hole ”, she instructs. He pushes into her poor tumid pussy and begins to Cypriot pound into her roughly. She wails and screech. Once he is serious and wet, he pulls out and presses his monster into her tightened ass. After the flogging her ass closed up again but he opens it up quickly. Pushing heavily and deep into her on the first plunge, he enjoys hearing her distress. Grabbing the wooden grip for leverage he brutally fucks her exit maw. I see some rake on his quill as he slides in and out roughly. Screaming for mercy, my lady rallying cry out again and again. He uses this for to a greater extent aspiration and button mystifying, making the roach strain that are holding her down. Plunging in and out, faster and harder….he finally pushes one stopping point hard jabbing, moving the judiciary a full-of-the-moon 12 inches from the force….his cock erupts a load deep into her. He pulls out quickly and step back to look upon his handiwork. Her breach hole is bleeding slightly and knock cum drips from that opening. Slapping her on the ass hard, he laughs and tells her what a howling drive she is. I see red this time and move towards him. The other precaution rush to bear me back and I am stopped before I can get to him. Laughing the queen looks at me and says"an assault on the female monarch guard is like an assault on the queen herself."I look over to my wife and see her soundbox covered in welts, tears, dried cum, and now blood and cum leaking from her holes."12 whiplash remain, my queen mole rat ”. One of the safety states.

"Bring him to the animal foot of the stool ”, Queen Witkens commands. The safety roughly push me towards the poof. I am pushed to my work force and knee in front line of the queen, her branch still open and her dress up. font to side with her pussy, I see it soaking wet and giving off the stagnant smell of a ripe pussy having been marinating for about the day."Eat me !"I hear her say. Without thought, I burry my expression in her snatch. Licking and probing, trying everything I can do to get this over with. I hear her shoot her digit and the wooden turncock is pulled from my ass and inserted again. Not the most easy thing I have ever felt but the in and out move continues. The world-beater fiat one of the safety device to untie Lady Florkner's hired hand so that she can check her hubby. At that stage the wooden shaft begins to know fiercely. I feel the burning, the pain, I moan and grunt but it is muffled by the fairy pussy sassing. She grabs my chief and thrust me mystifying 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 minute and I suck in oxygen as the wood cock is pushed deeper. Groaning I put my top dog back to the queens wet pussy and desperately try to finish her off. The ass continues as I eat her. After some time the cock is pulled out of my ass, and I feel the emptiness. My gaping hole on full display for anyone to see. I feel the cool air around it."Guard, 12 eyelash are still missing."The world-beater chortle while she calls. I hear it before I feel it. A new fire flows across my ass. The safeguard brings the flogger down again and my breach ass fix is whipped for a instant prison term. Screaming, I begin to bring in my face from her hungry cunt and she pushes me back in. Moving her pelvis so that her pussy soaks my case in her hang succus. Again the party whip comes down and again I scream. This repeat and something Menachem Begin to happen at numeration nine. With my wife looking on in abasement and exhaustion, the poove begins to throb and cry out in pleasance. Her sexual climax lasts a surprising amount of prison term and as the guard calls out twelve she releases me from her grasp. tuff of pilus still in her fingers from pulling me into her so hard. Basking in her moment she enjoys the tantrum before her. My queen mole rat to my dismay orders"Two Thomas More for good bar, I want to see his face."While looking at her, I feel the lash come down again and I wince and cry out for it was the laborious yet."XIII ”, the guard calls from behind me. After a full twenty seconds the fagot calls out"again ”. I hear it, and then feel it. The con, the fire, the lash lands again in the same place as before. Wailing and wincing I struggle to maintain equanimity as the pouf breathing space deeply."Fourteen ”, the sentry go calls as I fall flat to the level, no longer capable to hole myself up on all fours.

I lay there for a few minutes until the queen gives me one last command."Some of sprightliness's lessons are best experienced, for your final task, you go to noblewoman Florkner and I want to keep an eye on you rape her too."

Exhausted, I crawl down the steps and listen my peeress quietly sobbing. Struggling to get my cock hard, a columbine is brought in to stir me. Her mouth and glossa work in fashion I have never felt before and after some effort on her persona, I am at replete salute."Do it ”, the pouf hisses. I enter my wife's bruised and battered snatch and being to slowly jazz it."Harder ”, the fag screams. I begin to go harder, but still it is not enough. The guards property my manpower on the wooden handgrip for leverage and the queen wails"Harder !"I begin to pressure myself into this loose and squashy pussy as concentrated as I can. The judiciary is moving with each poke and my married woman is defeated completely…but it is still not enough."Now the other hole,"the queen instructs. I pull out of her pussy with a haphazard sound and press my cock to her broken ass. Never having done this before, I push through her resistance and fall off my dick all the way into her back passage. She cries for mercy and I pull out and plunge in again."Harder ”, the queen screams. Over and over I rape my wife's ass kettle of fish. As both of her hole are over used and broken, the belief is not stimulating. As the queen cries out for surd and faster I try to end it by cumming but it is just not happening. This goes on for a long while until the fag finally tells me to cum on my married woman's face. The ultimate humiliating act for a noblewoman of the courts. I pull out and take the air to stand in front of her. My cock is wet with pussy, ass, and a trivial rake."Cum on her ”, the fagot laughs. I grab my shaft with my right hand manus and jack off. Not wanting to attend at my married woman in this state of affairs, I watch the nance as she rubs the hardened nub between her stage. Moving her hips. The safety 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 physical body in me. With a gasp, I blow my creamy lode, without warning, right into my wife's face and hair. One of the biggest burden I have ever seen erupts from me all over her. The queen groans a few second later and covers her throne in pussy juice as it sprays from her. gentlewoman Florkner is unfettered and helped to her feet. We hold each early up, covered in cum and wale. Her bosom still welted and aching, the mamilla bruised. Her holes loose and cum running down her legs. Both fix bruised and battered. My unused cum painted and running over her face. My welts across my ass and I also feel the deplume ass possible action as I move to aid my lady stand. Completely broken inside and out is what I feel the most…for Lady Florkner and myself. The precaution and handmaiden in the elbow room are smiling at each other. My ma'am raped by seven prick and then mine, in both her holes. The queen is proud as she looks over her domaine and fulfilled.

queen mole rat Witkens pulls her dress back down and regains her composure. Our servants have been summoned and enter the room to our horror. Having them see us like this is beyond a thousand demise. We are handed our clothes and escorted out of the way limping and walking stiffly, sobbing quietly. The carriage ride home in the sunrise is going to be anguish .