Queen Witkens of Bednursdon

I knew for a fact that we were in serious fuss. The second my wife, Lady Margie Florkner mouthed off to the lawcourt and the one person in the room who represented the Queen. It was all unacquainted enough and basically a misapprehension but after Queen Witkens had heard the report on what had happened, well, she was out to wee-wee an example of my darling wife. The incident happened while Lady Margie and I were in court. It had been a long day affair were winding down. Before us stood an everyday peasant, who had been having issues with debt and the landlord was pursuing payment in full. The harvesting time of year had been rough in, crops were in trouble due to drought and I was leaning toward extending payment selection for the boor standing before us. Lady Margie however wanted it to be known that she did not like the mortal and was raising a din about the defrayal needing to be collected. The king representative had just finished oral presentation when my wife opened her mouth to disagree and for some reason she lost all tact. I tried interrupting her, I saw where the conversation was heading and certain enough, three mean solar day after the incident, we were summoned to the castle to seem before Queen watcher herself. I am Lord Florkner and have a vast portion of terra firma about a days travel from the castle. Once we received the bidding from the Queen, we prepared for locomotion the next day. Our best travel dress, a few servants, and the carriage.

The only prison term I had ever been within the castle grounds was for banquet or similar royal jubilation. More boring than anything but the ladies are always enjoyable to appear at with their strong cleavage on exhibit and a few glasses of hard liquor sipped down. This was different though, I had no idea what to ask but I knew that it would not be well-disposed. queen mole rat Witkens had very petty patience or reason. She led her kingdom with a firm helping hand and rarely negotiated. The trip-up took nearly of the day and we arrived a bit before nightfall. The retainer were led by the Queens servants to their tail and Lady Margie and I were escorted to the great and wide throne room. There are three large expectant wooden doors leading into the heavily fortified Lucy Stone elbow room. One guard stayed by the door while we walked further in to the brightly lit room. One servant stood at each threshold and we stopped at the bum of the four steps leading up to the toilet. female monarch Witkens was sitting on the pot wearing her extravagant clothing, a handmaiden fanning her.

Bowing low near her foot, I begin to verbalise and humbly introduce our selves. She cuts me off sharply and immediately exhorts her authorization as her voice echos throughout the room. I wince and quickly glance at my wife, who curtseys with free grace. She is nervous…her eyes are quite turgid and glancing around quickly taking in the room."I hear that you disregard the opinions of your pansy as if they are insignificant Lady Florkner."The poof states fiercely.

"No, my Queen…that is not my intent. I was only suggesting…."Margie's phonation track off due to world-beater 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 better use and some humbleness is in society. Lady Margie Florkner, step up to my throne and beg fogginess on your stifle while kissing my feet."My married woman looks at me with pleading eyes, and I try to interfere on her behalf using reason and flowering password. To my dismay, I am disregard and ignored completely. noblewoman Florkner pace forward and go up the four footmark to the can. Getting on all IV, she begins to do as the poove had instructed. Looking directly at me and with a boastfully grinning, female monarch Witkens says"Lord Florkner, if you value your freedom and lands, if you economic value your animation and the life of your dame, do not move from that point. 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 nearest threshold. He is dressed sharply and responds with a nod as he begins walking across the room towards the throne and climbs the gradation. Reaching the top step, he stops in front of the queen but behind my wife. The poove waves her hand slightly in a carry on motion and he unties his pants drawstring and lowers them to his knees. His cock is stiff and sticking straight out. Bending down to my wife frock, he grabs the hem and flips it over onto her back…exposing my married woman ass cheeks and nether part. Startled, she stops kissing the queens feet and looks back to the servant and then to the queen. My married woman begins pleading and begging but the pansy takes no posting. queer Witkens nods her head and the handmaid drops to his knee and while grabbing my wife by the hips he plunges his turncock deep into her pussy. Her aspect shrives up and a wail erupts as he pulls out and thrusts deeply in again. Beginning to sob, my wife's vociferation echo through the room. Her tears run down her brass, washing over Witkens feet. The handmaid continues to push up into Margie, with no attentiveness to himself or her. Emotionless, his hammer pounds her pussy as if it is his duty to accomplish. Over and over, I hear their cutis making that slapping sound which mingles with her sobbing strait. After what must have been 10 moment, the fagot signaling another servant from a different door. He walks over and quietly stands behind servant telephone number one who is frantically trying to end up up now. With a groan he pulls out of my wife's pussy sassing and explodes on her back and ass. I can see the cum shots flying upon her. He wipes his peter off on her ass cheeks and stands up. The female monarch nods to servant two and he unties his pants and drops down to dump his cock in the recently emptied hole. servant one pulls his pants up and quietly walkway bak to the room access he was standing by. Glancing back at handmaid two, I see him thrusting practically severely than his predecessor. My wife is actively crying loudly again…she thought her rape was over…until she felt servant two catch her. My Lady's dress has worked itself loose and her whitish Theodore Harold White breasts 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 large smile spread over her face. world-beater Witkens is very much enjoying herself. retainer two ending much faster than the other one and he grunts happily while looking right at me… and also spews his creamy midst seed all over my married woman's back. Smiling he wipes his shrinking hammer off on my wife and watches me for a reaction. The king quickly signal for servant three to step up and he runs to view, his pants already untied. I suppose he had been playing with himself while waiting for his go."No, no, no…please my queen….no, have mercy"Lady Florkner begs. Servant three kneels before my cum covered lady and gently begins to have his way with her. I can discover the sloughy sounds now, she is wet from the multiple Assault and her puss is coping and adapting. This servant takes his sentence and is lots calmer. He reaches around and grab the gently swaying tit while pushing his cock deeper. My wife grunt as his length pushes against her neck. Slow and unbendable 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 trouser, he too moves back toward his door.

"Lady Florkner, polish off your clothing and tolerate before your queen."Witkens states. My wife rises stiffly and quickly but shyly removes her dress. The queen pulls her own dress up around her waist and sits back in her president, with her wooden leg spread widely."Eat me Lady Florkner ”, she yells. Her vox echoing around the way, causing everyone to be startled and jump.

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

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

"Silence then !"Witkens hisses.

Nodding to the commencement servant and pointing, she signals him. He leaves the room for a few moments with the door open. Four safety enter the room while pushing a heavy wooden opus of furniture. It is placed in the plaza of the room and the threshold are closed again. Two of the sentry go grab my wife and carry her to the wooden body structure. She is placed on all four. Her head and hands tied to the work bench in a downward stance. Her thighs are spread wider and then tied to the back part of the bench with her mortise joint also bound. Her ass is up and her forefront is down. She is close to me and I see her puffy puss sassing. Red and angered from the fuckings before. The drying cum spread over her back.

My tending is pulled from my wife being bound to the work bench to the servant who is bringing the queen a expectant cock shaped piece of polished Grant Wood and a leather flogger that I have seen used on ships before."God Almighty Florkner, please descend up beside me ”, the fag commands. A guard moves beside me and follows me up to the queen stool."turn her so I can see her face,"king Witkens says. The early three guards turn the big wooden bench to where my queen can see my wife face."Take this whip and use it on our devout Lady Florkner until I tell you she has had enough."Queen Witkens smiling instructs me.

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

Before I can say or do anything, the guard punches me in the stomach, causing me to double up over in pain in the neck. Another guard takes the wooden cock from the nance and pushes it into my wife's pussy a few times. 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 hands touching my toes and my pants are pulled down to my ankle joint. He pulls my ass face undefendable and the queen regnant while giggling inset the polish and slick cock forcefully into my ass. I hear my married woman crying but can not acknowledge anything Thomas More than the fire in my ass. It burns and I let out a croaky bellow. The guard pulls me back up to my feet and I feel the objective deep in me. The female monarch work force me the leather flogger and the guard pulls me back down the steps and makes me stand at my wife's side.

Another safety has moved behind my married woman and with his drawers down to his ankles, he grabs the wooden handles that come up from the Bench ( creating Thomas More leverage for him ). He stabs his rooster into her pervert cunt and rear 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 trusted guards. In between these fuckings, you will trounce her gratingly 12 meter. If you do not, my precaution will hump you and lash you instead, and I will bring in four others to do her the same. Do you understand ?"

Lowering my optic and drumhead I shamefully thoroughgoing"Yes, my queen."

With that, the guard that is already inside my wife begins his attack. 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 sibilation and moan, grunts and groans. His violence 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 backtalk and he nods at me to begin the whipping. I awkwardly walk behind her, feeling the wooden prick in my ass. I draw the scourger back and bring it down over my married woman's ass. She howls at the impact and the guard calls out"one ”. I draw back again and bring it down, crack is the noise and again my wife howls. The guard calls"two ”. Again and again the flogger is brought down until finally with the welts rising sharply the precaution calls"12 my queen."

The 2d guard steps up and begins to annihilate lady Florkner's snatch. He grabs the grab handles also for leverage and military group 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 nerve. His mass murder continues far longer than the first of all sentry duty and my married woman 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 pharyngeal consonant bellowing as he also pushes his seed deep into my married woman's abused hole. Pulling out, bombastic white chunks of semen dribble onto the bench that Lady Florkner is still tied to. Smiling he nods for me to begin beating her again. My eye 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 mistreat back.

sentry go three tone up and my wife does not even flinch this time. She is too weak and tired to like anymore. He lines up and pushes his rigid rod into her and begins to hold his turn. Looking to the queen who appears to really be enjoying the show, he says ‘ My Queen, this thing before me is loose and no better than the whores we use in the barracks. Would it be hunky-dory if I play in the other yap ?"The queen, leaning a bit frontward smile and responds"Of line, enjoy !"

With that, he pushes in and out a few more clip and then spitting a big wad over my wife's ass, he pushes his bulbous fountainhead at her backwards room access. She realizes about this time what is happening and begins to fight the ropes binding her down feather. He pushes until with a plop from her ass and a cry from her throat, his cock cesspit into her bowls. The queen mole rat giggles as the guard sighs in embossment."This is a much plastered fit ! Almost like it has never been used before."He says jokingly. His midst shaft slideway in and out as I watch her try to loosen up more. Pushing deeper each time, he begins to pick up the rate 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 oink in pleasure. For some reasonableness, he leaves his peter in until he turns soft and gets pushed out by the brawn. A stream of cum oozes from the gawk hole and drips down over her pussy. I shake my promontory in disbelief that all this is happening and step up to administer the 12 lashings. My lady is already covered in welts and cum. I land the maiden two diagonal and then get wind the queer shout"Stop."In relief, I step back."Release her cervix and hands and let her up, but keep her legs bound."The fag orders. One of the guards who has already had a go unties her pep pill dead body."Tie her hands behind her back,"Queen Witkens commands. The guard does as instructed and in this position my wife's chest are on good display. Licking her brim the fag instructs me,"God Almighty Florkner, paint those breasts red by flogging them."In disheartenment, I hear her words but can not move."Now !"The queen roar recall off the walls. Wishing for destruction, I step up and land the whip down over her naked knocker. tear streaming down her an my face, I see her flinch and beg me to stop."One ”, I hear the guard count. The flogger golf stroke again and I watch the angry wheal begin to make. Her nipple hard, her flesh reddening and glistening with her tears. I must have blanked because I hear the number eleven called. Looking at the carnage, I see so many welts, some of them slightly bleeding. Again, the leather crashes over her conceited titty and finally"12, my queen"reverberates around the room.

The last sentry duty steps up and unties her hands from behind her back and ties them back down to the Bench. He is already heavily and his cock in intimidating. My wife sees it and wails loudly. Stepping up behind my madam, the queen mole rat clears her throat."pick your hole ”, she instructs. He pushes into her poor bouffant pussy and begins to lbf. into her roughly. She wails and screams. Once he is good and wet, he pulls out and presses his freak into her tightened ass. After the flogging her ass closed up again but he opens it up quickly. Pushing severely and deep into her on the offset plunge, he enjoys hearing her distress. Grabbing the wooden handles for leverage he brutally fucks her way out hole. I see some blood on his shaft as he slides in and out roughly. Screaming for mercy, my lady cries out again and again. He uses this for to a greater extent aspiration and thrust bass, making the ropes strain that are holding her John L. H. Down. Plunging in and out, quicker and harder….he finally pushes one last hard thrust, moving the bench a entire 12 column inch from the force….his peter erupts a load oceanic abyss into her. He pulls out quickly and steps back to seem upon his handiwork. Her gaping fix is bleeding slightly and tap cum drips from that opening. Slapping her on the ass hard, he laughs and tells her what a wonderful ride she is. I see red this time and move towards him. The early safety rush to hold me back and I am stopped before I can get to him. Laughing the queen looks at me and says"an assault on the queens guard is like an Assault on the queen herself."I look over to my married woman and see her body covered in welts, tears, dried cum, and now blood and cum leaking from her kettle of fish."12 lashes remain, my queen ”. One of the sentry duty states.

"Bring him to the foot of the can ”, poof Witkens commands. The guards roughly push me towards the queen. I am pushed to my manus and knees in front of the queen, her stage still open and her dress up. Face to expression with her pussy, I see it soaking wet and giving off the stagnant scent of a ripe pussy having been marinating for nigh the day."Eat me !"I hear her say. Without thought, I burry my case in her snatch. Licking and probing, trying everything I can do to get this over with. I hear her rupture 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 gesture continues. The queen orders one of the sentry go to undo Lady Florkner's hired man so that she can watch her husband. At that point the wooden shaft begins to fuck fiercely. I feel the burning, the pain, I moan and grunt but it is muffled by the queens twat lips. She grabs my chief and pushes me abstruse into her, cutting off my air supply. Getting fucked in the ass and not being able-bodied to breath, I fight for air. Finally, she lets my head go for a bit and I suck in oxygen as the Mrs. Henry Wood turncock is pushed deeper. Groaning I put my head back to the queens wet slit and desperately try to finish her off. The fucking continues as I eat her. After some clock time the cock is pulled out of my ass, and I feel the emptiness. My gaping jam on full show for anyone to see. I feel the chill air around it."Guard, 12 cilium are still missing."The queen chuckles while she calls. I hear it before I feel it. A new ardour flows across my ass. The guard brings the scourger down again and my gaping ass kettle of fish is whipped for a second sentence. Screaming, I begin to bring my nerve from her hungry slit and she pushes me back in. Moving her hips so that her pussy soak my face in her sleek juices. Again the whip comes down and again I scream. This repeats and something begins to happen at counting nine. With my married woman looking on in mortification and enfeeblement, the king begins to shudder and cry out in pleasure. Her climax lasts a surprise amount of money of clock time and as the sentry go calls out twelve she releases me from her grasp. tuff of hair's-breadth still in her fingers from pulling me into her so hard. Basking in her moment she enjoys the scene before her. My pansy to my deject orders"Two more for good measuring rod, 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 tough yet."long dozen ”, the precaution calls from behind me. After a full phase of the moon twenty seconds the queen calls out"again ”. I hear it, and then palpate it. The sting, the blast, the lash lands again in the same place as before. Wailing and wincing I struggle to maintain composure as the tabby breathing place deeply."Fourteen ”, the guard calls as I fall insipid to the floor, no longer capable to hole myself up on all fours.

I lay there for a few minutes until the world-beater gives me one hold up command."Some of life's lessons are best experienced, for your final labor, you go to Lady Florkner and I want to watch you rape her too."

Exhausted, I crawl down the gradation and hear my lady quietly sobbing. Struggling to get my shaft hard, a aquilege is brought in to stimulate me. Her lips and tongue work in direction I have never felt before and after some effort on her part, I am at full military greeting."Do it ”, the poof hisses. I enter my wife's bruised and battered puss and being to slowly fuck it."Harder ”, the queen screeching. I begin to go harder, but still it is not enough. The sentry go office my hands on the wooden handle for leverage and the queen wails"Harder !"I begin to force myself into this slack and sloppy cunt as gruelling as I can. The Bench is moving with each driving force 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 kitty-cat with a sloppy phone and public press my cock to her broken ass. Never having done this before, I push through her resistor and drop down my shaft all the way into her hinder passage. She cries for mercifulness and I pull out and plunge in again."Harder ”, the queen screams. Over and over I rape my married woman's ass hole. As both of her holes are over used and broken, the feeling is not stimulating. As the world-beater shout out for intemperately and faster I try to end it by cumming but it is just not happening. This goes on for a long while until the queen finally tells me to cum on my wife's grimace. The ultimate humiliating act for a Lady of the courts. I pull out and walk to suffer in social movement of her. My turncock is wet with pussy, ass, and a picayune roue."Cum on her ”, the queen joke. I grab my beam with my mightily hand and jack off. Not wanting to look at my wife in this spot, I watch the nance as she rubs the treated nub between her legs. Moving her articulatio coxae. The precaution surround my wife and get jacking off too, and as they one by one begin to cum over her back and ass I feel the anatomy in me. With a gasp, I blow my creamy onus, without warning, right into my wife's font and pilus. One of the bountiful loads I have ever seen erupts from me all over her. The pansy groans a few moments later and covers her throne in kitty succus as it sprays from her. Lady Florkner is untied and helped to her feet. We hold each former up, covered in cum and wale. Her titties still welted and aching, the nipples bruised. Her pickle loose and cum running down her legs. Both cakehole bruised and battered. My fresh cum painted and running over her face. My welt across my ass and I also feel the tear ass opening as I move to help my lady bandstand. Completely broken inside and out is what I feel the most…for lady Florkner and myself. The guards and servants in the room are smiling at each other. My lady raped by seven cocks and then mine, in both her gob. The fairy is proud as she looks over her domaine and fulfilled.

pansy Witkens pulls her dress back down and regains her calm. Our servant have been summoned and enter the way to our revulsion. Having them see us like this is beyond a K dying. We are handed our dress and escorted out of the room limping and walking stiffly, sobbing quietly. The rig ride abode in the morning is going to be torture .