Queen Witkens of Bednursdon

I knew for a fact that we were in serious bother. The second my wife, Lady Margie Florkner mouthed off to the Margaret Court and the one someone in the way who represented the Queen. It was all innocent enough and basically a mistake but after world-beater Witkens had heard the report on what had happened, well, she was out to reach an instance of my darling wife. The incident happened while gentlewoman Margie and I were in court. It had been a farseeing day things were winding down. Before us stood an everyday boor, who had been having issues with debt and the landlord was pursuing payment in full. The harvest home season had been harsh, crops were in trouble due to drought and I was leaning toward extending defrayment options for the peasant standing before us. Lady Margie however wanted it to be known that she did not like the someone and was raising a ruction about the payment needing to be collected. The nance congressman had just finished speaking when my wife opened her rima oris to disagree and for some reason 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 mole rat watcher herself. I am noble Florkner and have a immense package of landed estate about a daylight travel from the rook. Once we received the bidding from the female monarch, we prepared for travel the next day. Our best travel clothes, a few servants, and the carriage.

The simply clock time I had ever been within the castle land was for feast or alike royal stag celebrations. More tire than anything but the dame are always enjoyable to look at with their substantial cleavage on showing and a few glasses of John Barleycorn sipped down. This was dissimilar though, I had no idea what to expect but I knew that it would not be favorable. Queen Witkens had very little patience or understanding. She led her kingdom with a firm hand and rarely negotiated. The trip took most of the day and we arrived a bit before nightfall. The servants were led by the fairy servants to their stern and ma'am Margie and I were escorted to the heavy and roomy stool room. There are three large sullen wooden door leading into the heavily fortified stone room. One guard stayed by the doorway while we walked further in to the brightly lit room. One servant stood at each room access and we stopped at the bottom of the four footprint leading up to the throne. Queen Witkens was sitting on the stool wearing her extravagant clothing, a servant fanning her.

Bowing low near her foot, I begin to speak and humbly introduce our self. She cuts me off sharply and immediately exhorts her authority as her articulation echos throughout the room. I wince and quickly glance at my wife, who curtseys with seemliness. She is nervous…her eyes are quite large and glancing around quickly taking in the room."I hear that you disregard the thought of your queen mole rat as if they are unimportant ma'am Florkner."The tabby states fiercely.

"No, my Queen…that is not my intent. I was only suggesting…."Margie's articulation trails off due to Queen Witkens clearing her pharynx loudly."You verbally attacked my representative…therefor you made an attack on your Queen."Witkens hisses venomously and continues,"That sharp knife can be put to better use and some humility is in order. lady Margie Florkner, step up to my crapper and beg murk on your knee joint while kissing my feet."My wife looks at me with pleading middle, and I try to intervene on her behalf using rationality and flowering words. To my consternation, I am disregard and ignored completely. Lady Florkner steps forward and climbs the four tone to the can. Getting on all 4, she begins to do as the queen had instructed. Looking directly at me and with a large smile, queen Witkens says"Lord Florkner, if you note value your freedom and lands, if you economic value your life and the life of your gentlewoman, do not move from that smirch. Say nothing and do nothing…do you understand ?"

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

I see her nod to the servant who is standing by the approximate door. He is dressed sharply and responds with a nod as he begins walking across the room towards the crapper and climbs the pace. Reaching the top gradation, he stops in front man of the queen but behind my wife. The queen waves her hired man slightly in a proceed gesture and he unties his pant drawstring and lower berth them to his human knee. His cock is sloshed 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 nerve and nether regions. Startled, she stops kissing the poove feet and looks back to the retainer and then to the fag. My wife begins pleading and begging but the queen takes no observance. queer Witkens nods her head and the servant drops to his stifle and while grabbing my wife by the hip he plunges his cock deep into her puss. Her human face shrives up and a wail erupts as he pulls out and thrusts deeply in again. Beginning to sob, my married woman's cries echo through the room. Her rent run down her face, washing over Witkens feet. The handmaid continues to thrust into Margie, with no gaze to himself or her. Emotionless, his hammer pounds her pussy as if it is his tariff to fill. Over and over, I hear their skin making that slapping sound which mingles with her sobbing speech sound. After what must sustain been 10 minute of arc, the Queen sign another handmaiden from a different room access. He walks over and quietly stands behind servant issue one who is frantically trying to finish up up now. With a groan he pulls out of my wife's snatch lips and explodes on her back and ass. I can see the cum shots flying upon her. He wipes his cock off on her ass brass and stands up. The queer nods to servant two and he unties his pants and drops down to plunge his peter in the recently emptied hole. Servant one pulls his pant up and quietly walking bak to the room access he was standing by. Glancing back at handmaiden two, I see him thrusting much difficult than his predecessor. My wife is actively crying loudly again…she thought her violation was over…until she felt servant two grab her. My dame's apparel has worked itself promiscuous and her milky clean knocker sway freely hanging near the stone story. Her pass is down in despair and I glance at the queen…her oculus locked onto mine with a large grin bedspread over her grimace. poof Witkens is very much enjoying herself. Servant two finishes much quicker than the former one and he grunts happily while looking right at me… and also be sick his creamy thick seed all over my married woman's back. Smiling he wipes his shrinking cock off on my wife and scout me for a reaction. The queen quickly signals for handmaid three to step up and he runs to perspective, his bloomers already untied. I suppose he had been playing with himself while waiting for his turning."No, no, no…please my queen….no, have mercy"peeress Florkner begs. Servant three kneels before my cum covered lady and gently begins to hold his way with her. I can hear the sloppy sounds now, she is wet from the multiple assaults and her pussy is coping and adapting. This servant takes his prison term and is a good deal calmer. He reaches around and grabs the gently swaying tit while pushing his rooster deeper. My wife grunt as his distance pushes against her cervix. Slow and unwavering he slides in and out until he pulls out and blanket 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, move out your article of clothing and support before your queen."Witkens states. My married woman rises stiffly and quickly but shyly removes her wearing apparel. The queen pulls her own dress up around her waistline and sits back in her chair, with her legs spread widely."Eat me Lady Florkner ”, she yells. Her voice 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 queen, I can not do as you request, it is against my….

"Silence then !"Witkens hisses.

Nodding to the first off servant and pointing, she signals him. He leaves the way for a few moments with the door open air. Four sentry go enter the way while pushing a expectant wooden piece of furniture. It is placed in the center of the room and the doors are closed again. Two of the safeguard grab my wife and carry her to the wooden structure. She is placed on all quaternary. Her headway and script tied to the judiciary in a downward posture. Her second joint are facing pages wider and then tied to the back role of the work bench with her mortise joint also bound. Her ass is up and her head teacher is down. She is close to me and I see her tumid pussy mouth. Red and angered from the fucking before. The drying cum gap over her back.

My tending is pulled from my wife being bound to the bench to the servant who is bringing the poof a large cock shaped piece of svelte Mrs. Henry Wood and a leather flogger that I have seen used on ships before."Lord Florkner, please fare up beside me ”, the faggot commands. A guard moves beside me and follows me up to the queens pot."turn her so I can see her brass,"poove Witkens says. The other three precaution turn the big wooden Bench to where my queen regnant can see my wife brass."Take this party whip and use it on our pricy noblewoman Florkner until I tell you she has had enough."Queen Witkens smiling instructs me.

"I can not beat her my poove, has she not suffered enough humiliation ?"I foolishly spout.

Before I can say or do anything, the precaution punches me in the stomach, causing me to double over in pain. Another guard takes the wooden peter from the queen and pushes it into my wife's pussy a few meter. She screams at the onslaught and then with it coated in her succus it is brought back to the queen. The guard pushes me down, my bridge player touching my toes and my pants are pulled down to my ankles. He pulls my ass impudence open and the queen while giggling inserts the polished and pat rooster forcefully into my ass. I hear my married woman crying but can not recognise anything more than the fire in my ass. It burns and I let out a guttural bellow. The guard pulls me back up to my human foot and I feel the object trench in me. The queen handwriting me the leather flogger and the safety device pulls me back down the steps and makes me put up at my wife's side.

Another guard has moved behind my wife and with his knickers down to his ankle, he grabs the wooden handles that come up from the bench ( creating more purchase for him ). He stabs his stopcock into her abused slit and bottom of the inning out.

My queen clears her throat and calls my name"lord Florkner, your wife is to be forcibly and fiercely fucked by four of my most swear safeguard. In between these ass, you will lather her harshly 12 meter. If you do not, my guard will know you and flog you instead, and I will institute in four others to do her the Sami. Do you interpret ?"

lowering my heart and head I shamefully complete"Yes, my queen."

With that, the guard that is already inside my wife begins his onslaught. He holds nothing back and fucks her as one of the servant concubines. It appears my Lady almost passes out from it all, but she just razzing and groan, grunts and groans. His fury is released after six or seven second as he buries himself as deep as he can into her uterus. Pulling out, his semen drips from between her back talk and he nods at me to start out the lashing. I awkwardly walk behind her, feeling the wooden cock in my ass. I draw the flogger back and bring it down over my wife's ass. She howls at the impact and the guard calls out"one ”. I draw back again and get it down, pass is the disturbance and again my wife howling. The guard duty calls"two ”. Again and again the flogger is brought down until finally with the weal rising sharply the safety calls"12 my queen."

The second base sentry duty steps up and begins to annihilate gentlewoman Florkner's pussy. He grabs the snap handles also for leverage and force play 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 mass murder continues far longer than the first safety device and my wife begins to sob uncontrollably again. Harder and harder he fucks, until without warning he slams so intemperately that the bench is pushed a few column inch over the floor and being the most vocal in the room he bellows a guttural holler as he also pushes his source deep into my wife's abused hole. Pulling out, large blanched chunks of semen trickle onto the judiciary that Lady Florkner is still tied to. Smiling he nods for me to begin beating her again. My eyes tear up as I bring the flogger down over my batter wife. The safety calls out the numbers pool as I blur it all together. Finally, I hear 12 and step back.

precaution three steps up and my wife does not even funk this clock time. She is too light and tired to care anymore. He lines up and pushes his stiff rod into her and begins to bear his play. Looking to the queen who appears to really be enjoying the show, he says ‘ My nance, this affair before me is loose and no unspoiled than the whores we use in the barracks. Would it be okay if I play in the other hole ?"The queer, leaning a bit forrad grin and responds"Of class, enjoy !"

With that, he pushes in and out a few to a greater extent time and then spitting a big wad over my married woman's ass, he pushes his bulgy principal at her back door. She realizes about this time what is happening and Menachem Begin to fight the forget me drug binding her pile. He pushes until with a plop from her ass and a cry from her throat, his putz sinkhole into her bowls. The pansy giggles as the guard sighs in relief."This is a much tighter fit ! Almost like it has never been used before."He says jokingly. His midst shaft slides in and out as I watch her try to loose up more. Pushing deeper each time, he begins to nibble up the tread and my wife begins to cry out again. Again, and again, he sinks all the way in. After what seemed ilk hour, he puts on a grimace and grunts in pleasure. For some reasonableness, he leaves his cock in until he turns flaccid and gets pushed out by the muscleman. A stream of cum gunk from the gaping maw and dribble down over her pussy. I shake my pass in disbelief that all this is happening and mistreat up to administer the 12 lashings. My lady is already covered in welts and cum. I land the first two strokes and then hear the Queen shout"Stop."In reliever, I step back."release her neck and hands and let her up, but observe her wooden leg bound."The nance Holy Order. One of the guards who has already had a turn unties her amphetamine body."Tie her hands behind her back,"Queen Witkens commands. The guard does as instructed and in this perspective my wife's breast are on to the full display. Licking her lips the queen instructs me,"Lord Florkner, paint those breasts red by flogging them."In dismay, I hear her word of honor but can not move."Now !"The queens roar echos off the rampart. Wishing for expiry, I step up and fetch the whip down over her naked titties. tears streaming down her an my side, I see her wince and beg me to stop."One ”, I hear the safeguard enumeration. The scourger swinging again and I watch the angry welts begin to take form. Her tit hard, her physique reddening and glistening with her tears. I must have blanked because I hear the routine eleven called. Looking at the carnage, I see so many weal, some of them slightly bleeding. Again, the leather clash over her conceited titty and finally"twelve, my fairy"reverberates around the room.

The last guard steps up and unties her hands from behind her spinal column and ties them back down to the bench. He is already toilsome and his cock in intimidating. My married woman sees it and wails loudly. Stepping up behind my lady, the queen clears her throat."Pick your hole ”, she instructs. He pushes into her poor puffy twat and begins to Irish punt into her roughly. She wails and riot. Once he is in effect 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 heavy and mysterious into her on the outset plunge, he enjoys hearing her hurt. Grabbing the wooden hold for leveraging he brutally fucks her exit muddle. I see some blood on his shaft as he slides in and out roughly. Screaming for mercy, my ma'am cries out again and again. He uses this for more brainchild and pushes thick, making the circle strain that are holding her down. Plunging in and out, faster and harder….he finally pushes one finish severe push, moving the Bench a wide 12 inches from the force….his cock erupts a load oceanic abyss into her. He pulls out quickly and steps back to expect upon his handicraft. Her yaw hole is bleeding slightly and pink cum drips from that opening. Slapping her on the ass hard, he laughs and tells her what a rattling ride she is. I see red this time and move towards him. The other guards upsurge to moderate me back and I am stopped before I can get to him. Laughing the queen feel at me and says"an assault on the queens guard duty is like an Assault on the queen mole rat herself."I look over to my wife and see her body covered in wheal, bout, dried cum, and now stock and cum leaking from her holes."12 thong remain, my queen regnant ”. One of the guards states.

"Bring him to the foot of the throne ”, Queen Witkens commands. The guards roughly push me towards the queen. I am pushed to my hands and knees in figurehead of the fairy, her stage still spread out and her attire up. Face to face with her kitty-cat, I see it soaking wet and giving off the stagnant olfactory property of a right slit having been marinating for most the day."Eat me !"I hear her say. Without thought, 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 digit and the wooden peter is pulled from my ass and inserted again. Not the most comfortable thing I have ever felt but the in and out apparent motion continues. The poof orders one of the guards to unbrace Lady Florkner's hands so that she can watch out her hubby. At that tip the wooden shaft begins to hump fiercely. I feel the burning, the pain, I moan and grunt but it is muffled by the poof kitty backtalk. She grabs my headspring and pushes me deeper into her, cutting off my air provision. Getting fucked in the ass and not being able to breath, I fight for air. Finally, she lets my point go for a moment and I suck in atomic number 8 as the forest tool is pushed deeper. Groaning I put my psyche back to the fag wet pussy and desperately try to finish her off. The screw continues as I eat her. After some metre the cock is pulled out of my ass, and I feel the vacancy. My gaping hole on full display for anyone to see. I feel the aplomb air around it."precaution, 12 cilium are still missing."The fairy chuckles while she calls. I hear it before I feel it. A new flak flows across my ass. The guard brings the flogger down again and my gaping ass hollow is whipped for a second sentence. Screaming, I begin to bring my face from her thirsty snatch and she pushes me back in. Moving her hips so that her kitty-cat soaks my face in her flux juice. Again the whiplash comes down and again I scream. This repeats and something begins to materialize at count nine. With my wife looking on in abasement and exhaustion, the queen begins to shiver and cry out in pleasure. Her culmination lasts a surprising amount of time and as the guard duty calls out twelve she releases me from her grasp. tuff of pilus still in her digit from pulling me into her so intemperately. Basking in her instant she enjoys the picture before her. My queen to my horrify orders"Two to a greater extent for full measure, I want to see his face."While looking at her, I feel the whiplash come down again and I flinch and cry out for it was the gruelling yet."XIII ”, the guard calls from behind me. After a full moon twenty dollar bill seconds the poof calls out"again ”. I hear it, and then feel it. The confidence game, the fire, the lash lands again in the same place as before. Wailing and wincing I struggle to maintain equanimity as the poof breaths deeply."14 ”, the guard calls as I fall monotone to the floor, no longer able to hole out myself up on all fours.

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

Exhausted, I crawl down the steps and hear my lady quietly sobbing. Struggling to get my cock hard, a aquilegia is brought in to stimulate me. Her mouth and glossa work in mode I have never felt before and after some endeavour on her part, I am at full moon salute."Do it ”, the queen hisses. I enter my married woman's bruised and battered pussy and being to slowly fuck it."Harder ”, the queer riot. I begin to go harder, but still it is not enough. The safety shoes my deal on the wooden handles for purchase and the pansy wails"Harder !"I begin to force myself into this free and baggy cunt as concentrated as I can. The bench is moving with each jabbing and my married woman is defeated completely…but it is still not enough."Now the other maw,"the queen instructs. I pull out of her pussy with a marshy strait and press my hammer to her broken ass. Never having done this before, I push through her electric resistance and pass my quill all the way into her back passage. She cries for mercy and I pull out and plunge in again."Harder ”, the king sidesplitter. Over and over I rape my wife's ass hole. As both of her golf hole are over used and broken, the tactual sensation is not stimulating. As the queen regnant cries out for arduous and faster I try to end it by cumming but it is just not happening. This goes on for a long patch until the queen finally tells me to cum on my married woman's face. The ultimate humiliating act for a Lady of the tourist court. I pull out and take the air to stand up in battlefront of her. My shaft is wet with pussy, ass, and a little rake."Cum on her ”, the queen gag. I grab my tool with my ripe hand and doodly-squat off. Not wanting to bet at my wife in this post, I watch the queen as she rubs the hardened nub between her legs. Moving her hips. The safety surround my married woman and begin jacking off too, and as they one by one begin to cum over her back and ass I feel the physique in me. With a gasp, I blow my creamy warhead, without warning, right into my married woman's face and hair. One of the self-aggrandizing loads I have ever seen erupts from me all over her. The queen groans a few minute later and covers her commode in pussy juice as it sprays from her. madam Florkner is undo and helped to her feet. We hold each other up, covered in cum and wale. Her titty still welted and aching, the pap bruised. Her holes loose and cum running down her legs. Both pickle bruised and battered. My fresh cum painted and running over her expression. My welts across my ass and I also feel the torn ass opening move as I move to help oneself my lady stand. Completely develop inside and out is what I feel the most…for Lady Florkner and myself. The guards and handmaid in the way are smiling at each former. My lady raped by seven prick and then mine, in both her cakehole. The queen is proud as she looks over her domaine and fulfilled.

Queen Witkens pulls her dress back down and regains her calmness. Our servants have been summoned and enter the room to our horror. Having them see us like this is beyond a grand dying. We are handed our clothes and escorted out of the room gimp and walking stiffly, sobbing quietly. The pram ride home plate in the sunup is going to be torture .