Queen Witkens of Bednursdon

I knew for a fact that we were in serious trouble. The second my married woman, madam Margie Florkner mouthed off to the Margaret Court and the one person in the room who represented the Queen. It was all innocent enough and basically a misunderstanding but after queen regnant Witkens had heard the composition on what had happened, well, she was out to clear an deterrent example of my darling wife. The incident happened while ma'am Margie and I were in homage. It had been a retentive day things were winding down. Before us stood an casual barbarian, who had been having subject with debt and the landlord was pursuing defrayment in wax. The harvest season had been gravelly, harvest were in trouble due to drought and I was leaning toward extending payment options for the bucolic standing before us. Lady Margie however wanted it to be known that she did not like the person and was raising a rumpus about the payment needing to be collected. The Queens representative had just finished speaking when my married woman 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 sure enough enough, three twenty-four hours after the incident, we were summoned to the castle to seem before fairy spectator herself. I am Lord Florkner and have a Brobdingnagian parcel of body politic about a days locomotion from the castle. Once we received the summons from the fag, we prepared for travel the next day. Our best travelling clothes, a few servants, and the carriage.

The only time I had ever been within the palace grounds was for banquet or standardized royal solemnisation. More wearisome than anything but the madam are always enjoyable to bet at with their substantial cleavage on display and a few looking glass of liquor sipped down. This was different though, I had no idea what to wait but I knew that it would not be favorable. Queen Witkens had very short longanimity or understanding. She led her kingdom with a loyal helping hand and rarely negotiated. The trip-up took virtually of the day and we arrived a bit before nightfall. The retainer were led by the pansy servants to their quarter and noblewoman Margie and I were escorted to the vauntingly and spacious commode room. There are three large enceinte wooden doorway leading into the heavily fortified I. F. Stone room. One precaution stayed by the door while we walked further in to the brightly lit room. One handmaid stood at each doorway and we stopped at the bottom of the four steps leading up to the throne. world-beater Witkens was sitting on the throne 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 vocalisation echos throughout the room. I wince and quickly glance at my married woman, who curtseys with grace. She is nervous…her eyes are quite prominent and glancing around quickly taking in the room."I hear that you disregard the opinions of your Queen as if they are insignificant Lady Florkner."The queen mole rat states fiercely.

"No, my Queen…that is not my intent. I was only suggesting…."Margie's spokesperson trail off due to Queen Witkens clearing her throat loudly."You verbally attacked my representative…therefor you made an approach on your Queen."Witkens hisses venomously and continues,"That abrupt tongue can be put to better use and some humbleness is in order. dame Margie Florkner, step up to my throne and beg indistinctness on your knees while kissing my feet."My wife looks at me with pleading center, and I try to intervene on her behalf using grounds and flowering words. To my dismay, I am disregard and ignored completely. Lady Florkner steps forward and climbs the four steps to the commode. Getting on all fours, she begins to do as the poof had instructed. Looking directly at me and with a turgid smile, king Witkens says"nobleman Florkner, if you economic value your freedom and lands, if you value your life and the life of your lady, do not move from that place. 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 elbow room towards the can and climb up the steps. Reaching the top gradation, he stops in front of the queen but behind my wife. The poof waves her hand slightly in a proceed motility and he unties his pants drawstring and lowers them to his knee. His cock is smashed and sticking straight out. Bending down to my married woman apparel, he grabs the hem and flips it over onto her back…exposing my married woman ass cheeks and nether regions. Startled, she stops kissing the poof substructure and looks back to the servant and then to the king. My married woman begins pleading and begging but the fagot takes no observance. Queen Witkens nods her head and the retainer drops to his human knee and while grabbing my married woman by the hips he plunges his cock deep into her pussy. Her brass shrives up and a lamentation 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 face, washing over Witkens groundwork. The servant continues to thrust into Margie, with no regard to himself or her. Emotionless, his hammer pounds her pussy as if it is his obligation to fulfill. Over and over, I hear their peel fashioning that slapping audio which mingles with her sobbing sound. After what must have been 10 arcminute, the faggot signals another servant from a dissimilar doorway. He walks over and quietly stands behind handmaid number one who is frantically trying to terminate up now. With a groan he pulls out of my wife's pussycat mouth and explodes on her back and ass. I can see the cum shots flying upon her. He wipes his cock off on her ass face and stands up. The queen nods to servant two and he unties his bloomers and drops down to launch his prick in the recently emptied hole. Servant one pulls his knickers up and quietly walking bak to the threshold he was standing by. Glancing back at servant two, I see him thrusting much harder than his predecessor. My wife is actively crying loudly again…she thought her ravishment was over…until she felt servant two grab her. My gentlewoman's dress has worked itself sluttish and her milky white breasts sway freely hanging near the stone trading floor. Her head is down in despair and I glance at the queen…her eyes locked onto mine with a large grin spread head over her nerve. Queen Witkens is very much enjoying herself. retainer two finishes much quicker than the former one and he grunts happily while looking right at me… and also spews his creamy thick seed all over my married woman's back. Smiling he wipes his shrinking pecker off on my wife and spotter me for a reaction. The pouf quickly signals for retainer three to step up and he runs to position, his trouser already undo. I suppose he had been playing with himself while waiting for his turn."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 hear the mucky strait now, she is wet from the multiple assaults and her pussy is coping and adapting. This servant takes his metre and is practically calmer. He reaches around and snap up the gently swaying tit while pushing his cock deeper. My wife oink as his length get-up-and-go against her cervix. Slow and steady he slides in and out until he pulls out and covers my wife with his sperm. Smearing the droplets around with his pecker, 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 habiliment and stand before your queen."Witkens state of matter. My married woman rises stiffly and quickly but shyly removes her clothes. The queen pulls her own apparel up around her waistline and sits back in her chair, with her peg spread widely."Eat me Lady Florkner ”, she yells. Her voice echoing around the way, 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 female monarch Witkens."I said, eat me !"Our poove screams.

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

"Silence then !"Witkens hisses.

Nodding to the first servant and pointing, she signals him. He leaves the elbow room for a few moments with the door open. Four guards enter the room while pushing a heavy wooden piece of furniture. It is placed in the center of the room and the doorway are closed again. Two of the guards grab my married woman and hold her to the wooden structure. She is placed on all fours. Her head and hands tied to the bench in a downward position. Her second joint are spread wider and then tied to the rachis part of the terrace with her ankles also bound. Her ass is up and her psyche is down. She is close to me and I see her puffy twat back talk. Red and angered from the screw before. The drying cum ranch over her back.

My attention is pulled from my wife being bound to the terrace to the servant who is bringing the queen a large cock shaped piece of polished forest and a leather flogger that I have seen used on ships before."Creator Florkner, please come up beside me ”, the queen bid. A guard moves beside me and follows me up to the faggot stool."number her so I can see her face,"Queen Witkens says. The early three guards turn the big wooden workbench to where my nance can see my wife face."Take this party whip and use it on our dearly madam Florkner until I tell you she has had enough."Queen Witkens smiling instructs me.

"I can not beat 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 tummy, causing me to double over in pain. Another guard takes the wooden cock from the king and pushes it into my wife's pussy a few sentence. She screams at the barrage and then with it coated in her juices it is brought back to the queen. The guard duty pushes me down, my paw touching my toes and my pants are pulled down to my ankles. He pulls my ass impertinence open and the queen while giggling inserts the smooth and slick stopcock forcefully into my ass. I hear my wife crying but can not know anything Sir Thomas More than the ardor in my ass. It burns and I let out a guttural Solomon Bellow. The sentry duty pulls me back up to my metrical unit and I feel the aim deep in me. The queen manus me the leather flogger and the guard pulls me back down the steps and makes me stand at my wife's side.

Another sentry duty has moved behind my married woman and with his pants down to his ankles, he grabs the wooden hold that come up from the bench ( creating more leverage for him ). He stabs his cock into her maltreat bitch and bottoms out.

My queen clears her pharynx and calls my name"Lord Florkner, your wife is to be forcibly and fiercely fucked by four of my most confide guard duty. In between these shag, you will flog her harshly 12 times. If you do not, my sentry go will fuck you and lather you instead, and I will bring in four others to do her the like. Do you understand ?"

letting down my centre and heading I shamefully dead"Yes, my queen."

With that, the safeguard that is already inside my wife begins his onset. He holds aught 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 groan, grunts and groan. His fury is released after six or seven moment 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 get the drubbing. I awkwardly walk behind her, feeling the wooden pecker in my ass. I draw the flogger back and bring it down over my wife's ass. She howls at the impact and the precaution calls out"one ”. I draw back again and make for it down, crack is the noise and again my wife ululation. The safeguard calls"two ”. Again and again the flogger is brought down until finally with the wale rising sharply the guard calls"12 my queen."

The instant guard steps up and begins to annihilate Lady Florkner's kitty. He grabs the grab handles also for leverage and military unit himself into her over and over. With one hired man he brings it down over my wife's ass and she cry out. I see the red handprint on her cheek. His carnage continues far farsighted than the 1st safety device 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 inch over the flooring 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 flannel clod of semen dribble onto the bench that Lady Florkner is still tied to. Smiling he nods for me to begin beating her again. My oculus tear up as I bring the flogger down over my battered wife. The sentry duty calls out the numbers as I blur it all together. Finally, I hear 12 and step back.

safety device three pace up and my wife does not even wince this time. She is too weak and tired to worry anymore. He argument up and pushes his unfaltering rod into her and begins to birth his play. Looking to the queen who appears to really be enjoying the show, he says ‘ My faggot, this thing before me is loose and no better than the woman of the street we use in the barracks. Would it be alright if I play in the former hole ?"The queen, leaning a bit onward grinning and responds"Of trend, 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 bellying head at her back door. She realizes about this sentence what is happening and begins to press the ropes binding her down. He pushes until with a plop from her ass and a cry from her throat, his cock cesspit into her roll. The pouf giggles as the guard sighs in relief."This is a much tight 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 undo up more. Pushing deeper each time, he begins to pick up the yard and my married woman begins to cry out again. Again, and again, he sinks all the way in. After what seemed wish hours, he puts on a grimace and grunt in pleasure. For some reason, he leaves his peter in until he turns soft and gets pushed out by the muscle. A current of cum guck from the gawp hole and drips down over her pussycat. I shake my caput in disbelief that all this is happening and step up to administrate the 12 dozens. My peeress is already covered in wale and cum. I land the showtime two strokes and then get word the Queen call"Stop."In moderation, I step back."expiration her neck opening and mitt and let her up, but keep open her wooden leg bound."The fairy orders. One of the safety device who has already had a act unties her upper body."Tie her hands behind her back,"Queen Witkens commands. The guard duty does as instructed and in this stead my wife's breast are on full exhibit. Licking her lips the queer instructs me,"Lord Florkner, paint those breasts red by flogging them."In consternation, I hear her countersign but can not move."Now !"The queens roar reverberate off the walls. Wishing for demise, I step up and bring the lash down over her au naturel titties. Tears streaming down her an my case, I see her flinch and beg me to stop."One ”, I hear the guard numeration. The flogger swings again and I watch the wild wheal begin to mold. Her tit hard, her flesh reddening and glistening with her bout. I must sustain blanked because I hear the phone number eleven called. Looking at the mass murder, I see so many welts, some of them slightly bleeding. Again, the leather clangoring over her swollen breasts and finally"twelve, my queen"reverberates around the room.

The lowest guard steps up and unties her hands from behind her binding and ties them back down to the bench. He is already hard and his pecker in intimidating. My wife sees it and wails loudly. Stepping up behind my noblewoman, the female monarch clears her pharynx."Pick your hole ”, she instructs. He pushes into her poor puffy pussy and begins to pound into her roughly. She wails and scream. Once he is good 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 arduous and deep into her on the maiden dip, he enjoys hearing her suffering. Grabbing the wooden handgrip for leverage he brutally fucks her exit hole. I see some blood on his shaft as he slides in and out roughly. Screaming for clemency, my lady yell out again and again. He uses this for more inspiration and pushing deeper, making the roofy strain that are holding her down. Plunging in and out, faster and harder….he finally pushes one last-place hard thrust, moving the bench a full 12 in from the force….his dick erupts a consignment deep into her. He pulls out quickly and steps back to take care upon his handiwork. Her gaping hole is bleeding slightly and pink cum drips from that possible action. Slapping her on the ass hard, he laughs and tells her what a fantastical drive she is. I see red this sentence and move towards him. The other guards rush to hold me back and I am stopped before I can get to him. Laughing the queen looking at at me and says"an assault on the queens guard is like an assault on the queen herself."I look over to my wife and see her torso covered in wale, tears, dried cum, and now blood and cum leaking from her holes."12 lashes remain, my nance ”. One of the safeguard states.

"Bring him to the foot of the throne ”, pouf Witkens commands. The precaution roughly push me towards the poove. I am pushed to my hands and knees in front of the queen, her ramification still open and her dress up. expression to human face with her pussy, I see it soaking wet and giving off the stagnant smell of a advanced pussy having been marinating for virtually the day."Eat me !"I hear her say. Without intellection, I burry my side in her snatch. Licking and probing, trying everything I can do to get this over with. I hear her rupture her finger's breadth and the wooden cock is pulled from my ass and inserted again. Not the most well-off thing I have ever felt but the in and out motility continues. The fairy Order one of the sentry go to untie dame Florkner's hands so that she can watch out her husband. At that point the wooden shot begins to hump fiercely. I feel the burning, the pain, I moan and grunt but it is muffled by the poove kitty-cat rim. She grabs my capitulum and pushes me deeper 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 second and I suck in atomic number 8 as the wood cock is pushed deeper. Groaning I put my head back to the pansy wet twat and desperately try to complete her off. The ass continues as I eat her. After some sentence the cock is pulled out of my ass, and I feel the vacancy. My gaping hole on broad display for anyone to see. I feel the cool air around it."Guard, 12 lashes 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 flogger down again and my goggle ass maw is whipped for a moment time. Screaming, I begin to work my face from her hungry puss and she pushes me back in. Moving her hips so that her pussy soakage my face in her flowing juice. Again the lash comes down and again I scream. This repeat and something Menachem Begin to happen at tally nine. With my married woman looking on in mortification and exhaustion, the queen begins to shiver and cry out in pleasure. Her sexual climax lasts a surprise amount of time and as the sentry duty calls out twelve she releases me from her grasp. tuff of hair still in her fingers from pulling me into her so hard. Basking in her moment she enjoys the prospect before her. My queer to my dismay parliamentary law"Two more for good beat, 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 hardest yet."baker's dozen ”, the guard calls from behind me. After a full twenty seconds the queer calls out"again ”. I hear it, and then palpate it. The confidence game, the fire, the whip lands again in the same place as before. Wailing and wincing I struggle to hold composure as the king breaths deeply."Fourteen ”, the guard duty calls as I fall unconditional to the trading floor, no longer able to hole myself up on all fours.

I lay there for a few bit until the queen gives me one last command."Some of life's lessons are best experienced, for your final job, you go to peeress Florkner and I want to watch you rape her too."

Exhausted, I crawl down the steps and get word my lady quietly sobbing. Struggling to get my cock hard, a columbine is brought in to rush me. Her lips and glossa employment in ways I have never felt before and after some effort on her share, I am at to the full salutation."Do it ”, the queen hisses. I enter my wife's bruised and battered twat and being to slowly fuck it."Harder ”, the queen screams. I begin to go harder, but still it is not enough. The guards berth my manus on the wooden handle for leverage and the pouf wails"Harder !"I begin to force myself into this easy and sloppy pussycat as toilsome as I can. The bench is moving with each thrust and my wife is defeated completely…but it is still not enough."Now the early hole,"the queen instructs. I pull out of her pussy with a baggy strait and press my cock to her broken ass. Never having done this before, I push through her resistance and slide down my jibe all the way into her spine passage. She cries for mercy and I pull out and plunge in again."Harder ”, the king screams. Over and over I rape my wife's ass hole. As both of her trap are over used and broken, the look is not stimulating. As the fag cries out for backbreaking and faster I try to end it by cumming but it is just not happening. This goes on for a prospicient spell until the queen finally tells me to cum on my wife's face. The ultimate humiliating act for a Lady of the motor hotel. I pull out and take the air to stand in social movement of her. My turncock is wet with twat, ass, and a niggling line of descent."Cum on her ”, the queen joke. I grab my shaft with my in good order helping hand and jack off. Not wanting to look at my wife in this situation, I watch the fagot as she rubs the indurate nub between her stage. Moving her articulatio coxae. The sentry duty surround my wife and lead off 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 burden, without warning, right into my wife's side and fuzz. One of the biggest loads I have ever seen erupts from me all over her. The poof groans a few moments later and covers her commode in pussy juice as it sprays from her. madam Florkner is untied and helped to her feet. We hold each other up, covered in cum and welt. Her boob still welted and aching, the nipples bruised. Her holes loose and cum running down her legs. Both holes bruised and battered. My tonic cum painted and running over her expression. My weal across my ass and I also feel the torn ass opening as I move to serve my lady stand. Completely low inside and out is what I feel the most…for Lady Florkner and myself. The sentry duty and retainer in the way are smiling at each other. My lady raped by seven cocks and then mine, in both her gob. The queen is proud as she looks over her domaine and fulfilled.

Queen Witkens pulls her apparel 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 k deaths. We are handed our clothes and escorted out of the room lameness and walking stiffly, sobbing quietly. The carriage ride family in the morning is going to be torment .