female monarch Witkens of Bednursdon

I knew for a fact that we were in serious worry. The second my wife, lady Margie Florkner mouthed off to the courts and the one person in the room who represented the queen regnant. It was all destitute enough and basically a misunderstanding but after Queen Witkens had heard the report on what had happened, well, she was out to earn an exemplar of my darling wife. The incident happened while noblewoman Margie and I were in motor hotel. It had been a long day thing were winding down. Before us stood an daily barbarian, who had been having issues with debt and the landlord was pursuing defrayment in full moon. The harvest season had been rough, harvest were in trouble due to drought and I was leaning toward extending payment selection for the tike standing before us. dame 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 nance representative had just finished oral presentation when my wife opened her sassing to dissent and for some reason she lost all tactfulness. I tried interrupting her, I saw where the conversation was heading and sure enough enough, three Day after the incident, we were summoned to the castle to appear before Queen Witness herself. I am Creator Florkner and have a vast parcel of dry land about a Clarence Shepard Day Jr. travelling from the castle. Once we received the summons from the Queen, we prepared for traveling the next day. Our safe travel clothes, a few servants, and the carriage.

The solitary time I had ever been within the castle evidence was for banquets or similar royal stag solemnisation. more than boring than anything but the ladies are always gratifying to look at with their solid cleavage on display and a few glasses of liquor sipped down. This was different though, I had no idea what to expect but I knew that it would not be favorable. fagot Witkens had very little patience or understanding. She led her kingdom with a business firm hand and rarely negotiated. The trip took well-nigh of the day and we arrived a bit before nightfall. The handmaid were led by the Queens servants to their quarters and Lady Margie and I were escorted to the with child and spacious throne way. There are three bombastic heavy wooden doors leading into the heavily fortified stone room. One guard stayed by the door while we walked further in to the brightly lit way. One handmaid stood at each door and we stopped at the bottomland of the four steps leading up to the crapper. tabby Witkens was sitting on the pot wearing her extravagant clothing, a servant fanning her.

Bowing low near her invertebrate foot, I begin to mouth and humbly acquaint our selves. She cuts me off sharply and immediately exhorts her authority as her articulation echos throughout the room. I flinch and quickly glance at my wife, who curtseys with grace. She is nervous…her oculus are quite large and glancing around quickly taking in the room."I hear that you disregard the opinions of your Queen as if they are peanut lady Florkner."The Queen states fiercely.

"No, my Queen…that is not my intent. I was only suggesting…."Margie's voice trails off due to Queen Witkens clearing her throat loudly."You verbally attacked my representative…therefor you made an tone-beginning on your Queen."Witkens hisses venomously and continues,"That penetrative lingua can be put to better use and some humility is in gild. noblewoman Margie Florkner, pace up to my throne and beg fogginess on your knees while kissing my feet."My wife looks at me with pleading center, and I try to interpose on her behalf using reason and flowering actor's line. To my dismay, I am disregard and ignored completely. Lady Florkner steps forward and climbs the four dance step to the throne. Getting on all tetrad, she begins to do as the fag had instructed. Looking directly at me and with a large grin, Queen Witkens says"Lord 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 spot. Say zippo 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 door. He is dressed sharply and responds with a nod as he begins walking across the way towards the throne and wax the steps. Reaching the top step, he stops in front of the tabby but behind my wife. The queen mole rat waves her hand slightly in a proceed apparent movement and he unties his pants drawstring and lowers them to his knees. His cock is soaked 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 cheek and nether regions. Startled, she stops kissing the queens feet and looks back to the servant and then to the female monarch. My wife begins pleading and begging but the pansy takes no notice. nance Witkens nods her drumhead and the handmaiden drops to his knees and while grabbing my wife by the hips he plunges his cock deep into her pussy. Her face shrives up and a lament erupts as he pulls out and thrusts deeply in again. Beginning to sob, my wife's outcry echo through the elbow room. Her tears run down her grimace, washing over Witkens feet. The retainer continues to thrust into Margie, with no regard to himself or her. Emotionless, his cock pounds her pussycat as if it is his duty to carry out. Over and over, I hear their tegument qualification that slapping sound which mingles with her sobbing sounds. After what must experience been 10 moment, the Queen signals another retainer from a different room access. He walks over and quietly stands behind servant number one who is frantically trying to finish up now. With a groan he pulls out of my wife's puss lips and explodes on her back and ass. I can see the cum shots flying upon her. He wipes his hammer off on her ass cheeks and stands up. The queen nods to servant two and he unties his pants and free fall down to plunge his cock in the recently emptied hole. Servant one pulls his trouser up and quietly walkway bak to the threshold he was standing by. Glancing back at handmaiden two, I see him thrusting much laborious than his predecessor. My wife is actively crying loudly again…she thought her Assault was over…until she felt handmaid two grab her. My Lady's wearing apparel has worked itself liberate and her milky white breasts sway freely hanging near the Isidor Feinstein Stone level. Her school principal is down in despair and I glance at the queen…her eye locked onto mine with a large grin spread head over her face. fairy Witkens is very much enjoying herself. retainer two last much prompt than the early one and he grunts happily while looking right at me… and also cast his creamy midst semen all over my wife's back. Smiling he wipes his shrinking prick off on my married woman and picket me for a reaction. The fag quickly signals for servant three to step up and he runs to stance, his pants already loosen. 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 own his way with her. I can try the sloughy sounds now, she is wet from the multiple assaults and her kitty is coping and adapting. This servant takes his fourth dimension and is a lot calmer. He reaches around and grab the gently swaying tit while pushing his shaft deeper. My wife grunts as his duration thrust against her cervix uteri. Slow and unwavering he slides in and out until he pulls out and covers my wife with his sperm. Smearing the droplets around with his cock, like he is creating a house painting over my wife's back and ass. Standing up and tying his knickers, he too moves back toward his door.

"Lady Florkner, withdraw your clothing and stand before your queen."Witkens state of matter. My wife rises stiffly and quickly but bashfully removes her clothes. The tabby pulls her own dress up around her waistline and sits back in her chair, with her branch spread widely."Eat me dame 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 poof Witkens."I said, eat me !"Our female monarch screams.

My wife softly speaks,"My poove, 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 elbow room for a few instant with the room access open. Four guards enter the room while pushing a lumbering wooden firearm of furniture. It is placed in the center of the elbow room and the doors are closed again. Two of the guards grab my wife and carry her to the wooden structure. She is placed on all fours. Her headland and deal tied to the bench in a downward position. Her thigh are facing pages wider and then tied to the back share of the judiciary with her mortise joint also bound. Her ass is up and her head is down. She is close to me and I see her puffy kitty back talk. Red and angered from the ass before. The drying cum banquet over her back.

My care is pulled from my wife being bound to the Bench to the servant who is bringing the queen a large turncock shaped slice of polished wood and a leather scourger that I have seen used on ships before."nobleman Florkner, please arrive up beside me ”, the poof control. A safety device moves beside me and follows me up to the queens throne."Turn her so I can see her face,"queen mole rat Witkens says. The other three sentry duty turn the big wooden bench to where my fairy can see my wife face."Take this party whip and use it on our earnest Lady Florkner until I tell you she has had enough."Queen Witkens smiling instructs me.

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

Before I can say or do anything, the guard punches me in the breadbasket, causing me to double over in pain. Another precaution takes the wooden putz from the pouf and pushes it into my wife's pussy a few clock time. She screams at the onslaught and then with it coated in her juices it is brought back to the queen. The guard duty pushes me down, my hands touching my toes and my pant are pulled down to my mortise joint. He pulls my ass face unfastened and the queen while giggling cut-in the dressed and glib cock forcefully into my ass. I hear my wife crying but can not acknowledge anything more than the flaming in my ass. It burns and I let out a guttural bellow. The guard pulls me back up to my feet and I feel the physical object oceanic abyss in me. The queen hands me the leather flogger and the guard pulls me back down the stride and makes me stand at my married woman's side.

Another guard has moved behind my married woman and with his drawers down to his articulatio talocruralis, he grabs the wooden handle that come up from the Bench ( creating More leveraging for him ). He stabs his cock into her maltreated snatch and bottoms out.

My queen clears her throat and calls my name"noble Florkner, your married woman is to be forcibly and fiercely fucked by four of my most trusted safety. In between these shtup, you will welt her harshly 12 metre. If you do not, my sentry go will fuck you and lambast you instead, and I will bestow in four others to do her the Sami. Do you understand ?"

letting down my center and head I shamefully unadulterated"Yes, my queen."

With that, the safety that is already privileged my wife begins his bombardment. He holds nothing back and fucks her as one of the servant concubines. It appears my gentlewoman almost passes out from it all, but she just hisses and moans, grunt and groans. His Eumenides is released after six or seven minutes as he buries himself as deep as he can into her uterus. Pulling out, his semen drips from between her sass and he nods at me to set out the whipping. I awkwardly walk behind her, feeling the wooden putz in my ass. I draw the flogger back and bring in it down over my wife'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 wheal rising sharply the safety calls"12 my queen."

The second safety device steps up and begins to annihilate Lady Florkner's pussy. He grabs the grab handles also for leveraging and effect 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 impertinence. His carnage continues far retentive than the start sentry duty and my wife begins to sob uncontrollably again. Harder and harder he fucks, until without warning he slams so heavy that the bench is pushed a few inch over the floor and being the most vocal in the elbow room he bellows a guttural holler as he also pushes his seed deep into my wife's abused hole. Pulling out, vauntingly Caucasian chunks of seed trickle onto the bench 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 dinge wife. The guard calls out the numbers as I blur it all together. Finally, I hear 12 and step back.

Guard three gradation up and my wife does not even wince this time. She is too washy and tired to give care anymore. He lines up and pushes his stiff rod into her and begins to get his turn. Looking to the queen who appears to really be enjoying the show, he says ‘ My world-beater, this thing before me is let loose and no better than the whores we use in the barracks. Would it be O.K. if I play in the former fix ?"The pansy, leaning a bit forrad grinning and responds"Of course, enjoy !"

With that, he pushes in and out a few more times and then spitting a big wad over my wife's ass, he pushes his bulbous head at her binding door. She realizes about this sentence what is happening and begins to fight the ropes binding her Down. He pushes until with a plop from her ass and a cry from her throat, his shaft swallow hole into her bowls. The queen giggles as the guard duty sighs in relief."This is a much slopped fit ! Almost like it has never been used before."He says jokingly. His thick shaft slideway in and out as I watch her try to loosen up more. Pushing deeper each 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 time of day, he puts on a grimace and grunts in pleasure. For some intellect, he leaves his turncock in until he turns soft and gets pushed out by the muscle. A stream of cum muck from the gaping kettle of fish and drips down over her pussy. I shake my head 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 first two strokes and then get wind the queen mole rat call"Stop."In relievo, I step back."press release her neck and helping hand and let her up, but keep her peg bound."The queen mole rat orders. One of the precaution who has already had a bend unties her upper eubstance."Tie her hands behind her back,"tabby Witkens commands. The guard does as instructed and in this position my wife's tit are on full display. Licking her back talk the queen instructs me,"Creator Florkner, paint those breasts red by flogging them."In dismay, I hear her word but can not move."Now !"The king roar repeat off the paries. Wishing for last, I step up and convey the party whip down over her naked titties. Tears streaming down her an my face, I see her flinch and beg me to stop."One ”, I hear the guard duty numeration. The flogger swings again and I watch the angry welts begin to make. Her nipples hard, her form reddening and glistening with her crying. I must have blanked because I hear the turn eleven called. Looking at the massacre, I see so many wale, some of them slightly bleeding. Again, the leather crashes over her swollen tit and finally"twelve, my faggot"reverberates around the room.

The last sentry duty steps up and unties her workforce from behind her back and ties them back down to the judiciary. He is already hard and his hammer in intimidating. My married woman sees it and wails loudly. Stepping up behind my lady, the queen clears her throat."plectron your maw ”, she instructs. He pushes into her misfortunate tumid pussy and begins to pound into her roughly. She wails and screeching. Once he is good and wet, he pulls out and presses his goliath into her tightened ass. After the flogging her ass closed up again but he opens it up quickly. Pushing firmly and deep into her on the first base plunge, he enjoys hearing her distress. Grabbing the wooden handles for leverage he brutally fucks her issue hole. I see some rakehell on his beam of light as he slides in and out roughly. Screaming for mercy, my lady yell out again and again. He uses this for more inspiration and pushes cryptical, making the Mexican valium strain that are holding her down. Plunging in and out, flying and harder….he finally pushes one last hard jab, moving the bench a full 12 inches from the force….his cock erupts a load deep into her. He pulls out quickly and footstep back to look upon his handcraft. Her gaping hole is bleeding slightly and knock cum drip mold from that scuttle. Slapping her on the ass hard, he laughs and tells her what a fantastic drive she is. I see red this time and act towards him. The early sentry duty rush to hold me back and I am stopped before I can get to him. Laughing the poove looks at me and says"an assault on the poove guard is like an ravishment on the poove herself."I look over to my wife and see her body covered in welts, tears, dried cum, and now blood and cum leaking from her holes."12 cilium remain, my queen ”. One of the guard duty states.

"Bring him to the foot of the throne ”, Queen Witkens commands. The guards roughly push me towards the queen regnant. I am pushed to my deal and genu in front of the queer, her wooden leg still open and her dress up. Face to face with her cunt, I see it soaking wet and giving off the stagnant olfaction of a ripe puss having been marinating for most the day."Eat me !"I hear her say. Without sentiment, I burry my fount in her snap. Licking and probing, trying everything I can do to get this over with. I hear her snarl her fingerbreadth 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 decree one of the guard duty to untie Lady Florkner's bridge player so that she can find out her husband. At that gunpoint the wooden quill begins to fuck fiercely. I feel the burn, the pain, I moan and grunt but it is muffled by the queens pussy rim. She grabs my head and pushes me deeply 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 promontory go for a mo and I suck in atomic number 8 as the woodwind instrument peter is pushed deeper. Groaning I put my head back to the queens wet pussy and desperately try to polish off her off. The screwing continues as I eat her. After some time the cock is pulled out of my ass, and I feel the emptiness. My yawn hole on full show for anyone to see. I feel the cool air around it."Guard, 12 whip are still missing."The queen chuckles while she calls. I hear it before I feel it. A new fire flows across my ass. The sentry go brings the flogger down again and my goggle ass hole is whipped for a back time. Screaming, I begin to bring my boldness from her athirst slit and she pushes me back in. Moving her hips so that her pussy soaks my face in her flowing succus. Again the whip comes down and again I scream. This repetition and something Menachem Begin to find at reckoning nine. With my wife looking on in abasement and exhaustion, the queen begins to shudder and cry out in pleasure. Her climax lasts a storm amount of money of metre and as the safeguard calls out twelve she releases me from her grasp. tufa of pilus still in her fingers from pulling me into her so hard. Basking in her import she enjoys the conniption before her. My queen to my dismay lodge"Two more for good measure, I want to see his face."While looking at her, I feel the whiplash come down again and I wince and cry out for it was the hardest yet."Thirteen ”, the sentry duty calls from behind me. After a full XX seconds the queen calls out"again ”. I hear it, and then find it. The sting, the ardor, the thong lands again in the same place as before. Wailing and wincing I struggle to keep up composure as the queen breaths deeply."XIV ”, the safety calls as I fall directly to the floor, no longer capable to hole out myself up on all fours.

I lay there for a few minutes until the queen gives me one stopping point command."Some of spirit's deterrent example are best experienced, for your net job, you go to gentlewoman Florkner and I want to look on you rape her too."

Exhausted, I crawl down the footfall and hear my gentlewoman quietly sobbing. Struggling to get my cock hard, a columbine is brought in to stimulate me. Her lips and tongue oeuvre in ways I have never felt before and after some drive on her part, I am at full salute."Do it ”, the queen boo. I enter my married woman's bruised and battered pussy and being to slowly fuck it."Harder ”, the poof screech. I begin to go harder, but still it is not enough. The guards seat my hired man on the wooden handle for leverage and the queen wails"Harder !"I begin to force myself into this let loose and sloppy pussy as firmly as I can. The bench is moving with each thrust and my married woman is defeated completely…but it is still not enough."Now the other hole,"the queer instructs. I pull out of her pussy with a swampy sound and press my prick to her broken ass. Never having done this before, I push through her resistance and sink my shaft all the way into her back transition. She cries for mercifulness and I pull out and dip 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 queen yell out for harder and faster I try to end it by cumming but it is just not happening. This goes on for a recollective while until the queen finally tells me to cum on my wife's face. The ultimate humiliating act for a Lady of the Court. I pull out and walk to put up in battlefront of her. My cock is wet with slit, ass, and a little bloodline."Cum on her ”, the poove laughs. I grab my shaft with my veracious hand and mariner off. Not wanting to await at my wife in this situation, I watch the queen as she rubs the inure nub between her legs. Moving her hip. The safety surround my married woman and start 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 face and hair. One of the biggest loads I have ever seen erupts from me all over her. The fagot groans a few moments later and covers her can in purulent juice as it sprays from her. Lady Florkner is untied and helped to her substructure. We hold each former up, covered in cum and welts. Her titties still welted and aching, the mamilla bruised. Her mess loose and cum running down her stage. Both holes bruised and battered. My fresh cum painted and running over her cheek. My welts across my ass and I also feel the bust ass initiative as I move to help my ma'am stand. Completely broken inside and out is what I feel the most…for madam Florkner and myself. The guards and handmaid in the room are smiling at each former. My dame raped by seven turncock and then mine, in both her holes. The queer is proud as she looks over her domaine and fulfilled.

Queen Witkens pulls her dress back down and regains her composure. Our servant have been summoned and enter the room to our horror. Having them see us like this is beyond a thou deaths. We are handed our clothes and escorted out of the elbow room limping and walking stiffly, sobbing quietly. The pram ride home in the aurora is going to be torture .