tabby Witkens of Bednursdon

I knew for a fact that we were in serious bother. The bit my wife, Lady Margie Florkner mouthed off to the court of law and the one someone in the room who represented the Queen. It was all barren enough and basically a misunderstanding but after Queen Witkens had heard the report on what had happened, well, she was out to make an representative of my darling wife. The incident happened while Lady Margie and I were in court. It had been a farseeing day things were winding down. Before us stood an everyday tike, who had been having government issue with debt and the landlord was pursuing defrayment in replete. The harvest home season had been unsmooth, crops were in trouble due to drought and I was leaning toward extending payment options for the peasant standing before us. lady Margie however wanted it to be known that she did not like the person and was raising a tumult about the defrayment needing to be collected. The nance illustration had just finished speaking when my married woman opened her backtalk to take issue and for some rationality she lost all tactfulness. I tried interrupting her, I saw where the conversation was heading and certain enough, three days after the incident, we were summoned to the castle to appear before poove Witness herself. I am Lord Florkner and have a vast parcel of res publica about a days travel from the castle. Once we received the summons from the tabby, we prepared for travel the next day. Our best travel apparel, a few handmaid, and the carriage.

The only fourth dimension I had ever been within the palace solid ground was for banquets or similar royal solemnisation. Thomas More boring than anything but the peeress are always enjoyable to search at with their substantial cleavage on display and a few specs of liquor sipped down. This was different 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 head trip took almost of the day and we arrived a bit before nightfall. The servants were led by the Queens servant to their fourth and lady Margie and I were escorted to the large and roomy throne room. There are three turgid heavy wooden doors leading into the heavily fortified Lucy Stone way. One guard stayed by the door while we walked further in to the brightly lit room. One handmaiden stood at each threshold and we stopped at the bottom of the four whole tone leading up to the pot. queen mole rat Witkens was sitting on the pot wearing her extravagant clothing, a servant fanning her.

Bowing low near her base, I begin to talk and humbly bring out our selves. She cuts me off sharply and immediately exhorts her authority as her vocalism echos throughout the way. I wince and quickly glance at my wife, who curtseys with state of grace. She is nervous…her middle are quite heavy and glancing around quickly taking in the way."I hear that you disregard the opinions of your Queen as if they are undistinguished Lady Florkner."The queen mole rat states fiercely.

"No, my Queen…that is not my intent. I was only suggesting…."Margie's voice trails off due to fagot Witkens clearing her throat loudly."You verbally attacked my representative…therefor you made an onslaught on your Queen."Witkens hisses venomously and continues,"That keen tongue can be put to effective use and some humility is in social club. Lady Margie Florkner, maltreat up to my throne and beg fogginess on your knees while kissing my feet."My wife looks at me with pleading eyes, and I try to intervene on her behalf using reason and blossoming Scripture. To my dismay, I am disregard and ignored completely. ma'am Florkner steps forward and climb the four steps to the throne. Getting on all fours, she begins to do as the queen had instructed. Looking directly at me and with a large smiling, Queen Witkens says"Divine Florkner, if you time value your freedom and Din Land, if you value your spirit and the spirit of your Lady, do not move from that spot. Say zilch 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 room towards the throne and climbs the stone's throw. Reaching the top step, he stops in front of the queen but behind my wife. The pansy waves her hand slightly in a proceed motion and he unties his pants drawstring and lowers them to his stifle. His cock is rigid and sticking straight out. Bending down to my married woman dress, 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 queens foundation and looks back to the servant and then to the fairy. My wife begins pleading and begging but the female monarch takes no notice. Queen Witkens nods her oral sex and the servant drops to his knees and while grabbing my married woman by the hips he plunges his cock deep into her pussy. Her face shrives up and a plaint erupts as he pulls out and drive deeply in again. Beginning to sob, my wife's cries echo through the elbow room. Her tears run down her face, washing over Witkens metrical foot. The servant continues to thrust into Margie, with no regard to himself or her. Emotionless, his cock pounds her pussy as if it is his responsibility to fulfill. Over and over, I hear their skin making that slapping sound which mingles with her sobbing phone. After what must bear been 10 minutes, the Queen sign another servant from a different doorway. He walks over and quietly stands behind retainer number one who is frantically trying to polish off up now. With a moan he pulls out of my wife's pussy mouth and explodes on her back and ass. I can see the cum snapshot flying upon her. He wipes his cock off on her ass cheeks and stands up. The queen nods to servant two and he unties his pant and drops down to dip his rooster in the recently emptied hole. Servant one pulls his pant up and quietly pass bak to the door he was standing by. Glancing back at servant two, I see him thrusting often harder than his precursor. My wife is actively crying loudly again…she thought her assault was over…until she felt servant two snatch her. My Lady's dress has worked itself loose and her milky white breasts sway freely hanging near the stone floor. Her head is down in despair and I glance at the queen…her eyes locked onto mine with a turgid smiling ranch over her look. Queen Witkens is very much enjoying herself. handmaiden two finishes much prompt 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 rooster off on my married woman and scout me for a reaction. The queen quickly signals for servant three to step up and he runs to position, his pants already untie. 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. handmaid three kneel before my cum covered Lady and gently begins to bear his way with her. I can get word the soggy phone now, she is wet from the multiple assaults and her pussy is coping and adapting. This servant takes his prison term and is much calmer. He reaches around and grabs the gently swaying tit while pushing his cock deeper. My married woman oink as his length pushes against her uterine cervix. Slow and steady he slides in and out until he pulls out and covers my wife with his sperm cell. Smearing the droplets around with his tool, like he is creating a painting over my married woman's back and ass. Standing up and tying his trouser, he too moves back toward his door.

"peeress Florkner, remove your vesture and stand before your queen."Witkens country. My wife rises stiffly and quickly but bashfully removes her dress. The queen pulls her own garb up around her waist and sits back in her chairwoman, with her legs spread widely."Eat me Lady Florkner ”, she yells. Her voice echoing around the elbow 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 poof screams.

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

"secretiveness then !"Witkens hisses.

Nodding to the foremost servant and pointing, she signals him. He leaves the room for a few here and now with the door open. Four guards enter the elbow room while pushing a heavy wooden patch of furniture. It is placed in the pith of the elbow room and the doors are closed again. Two of the guard duty grab my wife and have a bun in the oven her to the wooden structure. She is placed on all fours. Her psyche and manus tied to the bench in a downward position. Her thighs are overspread wider and then tied to the back character of the bench with her ankles also bound. Her ass is up and her head is down. She is close to me and I see her puffy pussy lips. Red and angered from the shag before. The drying cum spread over her back.

My attention is pulled from my married woman being bound to the work bench to the servant who is bringing the queen a large cock shaped part of polished Wood and a leather flogger that I have seen used on ships before."Lord Florkner, please do up beside me ”, the queen commands. A safeguard moves beside me and follows me up to the queens throne."Turn her so I can see her face,"queen regnant Witkens says. The other three guard duty turn the big wooden Bench to where my queen can see my married woman face."Take this whip and use it on our dear gentlewoman 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 adequate humiliation ?"I foolishly spout.

Before I can say or do anything, the guard punches me in the stomach, causing me to double over in pain. Another guard takes the wooden cock from the queen and pushes it into my wife's pussy a few times. She screams at the attack and then with it coated in her juices it is brought back to the queen. The guard pushes me down, my hands touching my toes and my trouser are pulled down to my ankle. He pulls my ass cheeks opened and the queen while giggling inserts the polished and silken rooster forcefully into my ass. I hear my married woman crying but can not acknowledge 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 feet and I feel the object deep in me. The queen hired hand me the leather flogger and the guard duty 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 pants down to his ankles, he grabs the wooden handgrip that come up from the bench ( creating more leverage for him ). He stabs his pecker into her abused cunt and bottoms out.

My queen clears her pharynx and calls my figure"Lord Florkner, your wife is to be forcibly and fiercely fucked by four of my most desire guards. In between these piece of tail, you will cane her harshly 12 times. If you do not, my guards will fuck you and flog you instead, and I will bring in four others to do her the Lapplander. Do you understand ?"

Lowering my eyes and top dog I shamefully unadulterated"Yes, my queen."

With that, the guard that is already inside my married woman begins his onslaught. He holds nothing back and fucks her as one of the handmaiden courtesan. It appears my Lady almost passes out from it all, but she just hisses and moans, grunt and groans. His fury is released after six or seven minutes as he buries himself as deep as he can into her uterus. Pulling out, his seed drips from between her brim and he nods at me to get down the whipping. I awkwardly walk behind her, feeling the wooden cock in my ass. I draw the scourger 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 convey it down, cranny is the noise and again my wife ululation. The guard calls"two ”. Again and again the flogger is brought down until finally with the welts rising sharply the guard duty calls"12 my queen."

The second safety steps up and begins to annihilate peeress Florkner's pussy. He grabs the grab handles also for leveraging and military group himself into her over and over. With one mitt he brings it down over my married woman's ass and she cry out. I see the red handprint on her face. His carnage continues far longer than the first guard and my wife begins to sob uncontrollably again. Harder and harder he fucks, until without warning he slams so hard that the bench is pushed a few in over the story and being the most song in the room he bellows a guttural holloa as he also pushes his seed deep into my wife's abused hole. Pulling out, heavy white chunks of semen carry onto the terrace 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 dinge wife. The guard calls out the Numbers as I blur it all together. Finally, I hear 12 and step back.

Guard three stride up and my wife does not even flinch this time. She is too weakly and tired to care anymore. He line of descent up and pushes his slopped rod into her and begins to have his turn. Looking to the queer who appears to really be enjoying the show, he says ‘ My Queen, this affair before me is loose and no undecomposed than the whores we use in the barracks. Would it be fine if I play in the other hole ?"The faggot, leaning a bit forrader smiles and responds"Of row, 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 bulblike school principal at her punt doorway. She realizes about this time 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 pecker sinks into her bowls. The poof giggles as the safety sighs in alleviation."This is a much tighter fit ! Almost like it has never been used before."He says jokingly. His thick shaft glide in and out as I watch her try to loosen up more. Pushing deeper each time, he begins to pick up the stride and my married woman begins to cry out again. Again, and again, he sinks all the way in. After what seemed care hour, he puts on a grimace and grunts in pleasure. For some grounds, he leaves his cock in until he turns soft and gets pushed out by the musculus. A current of cum oozes from the gaping yap and drips down over her pussy. I shake my foreland in disbelief that all this is happening and tread up to dole out the 12 flogging. My noblewoman is already covered in weal and cum. I land the first two strokes and then listen the queer call"Stop."In relief, I step back."Release her cervix and men and let her up, but restrain her ramification bound."The Queen orders. One of the guards who has already had a turn unties her upper body."Tie her helping hand behind her back,"Queen Witkens commands. The precaution does as instructed and in this lieu my wife's breast are on wide exhibit. Licking her sass the queen instructs me,"Lord Florkner, paint those boob red by flogging them."In dismay, I hear her parole but can not proceed."Now !"The queen mole rat roar echo off the walls. Wishing for demise, I step up and bring the whiplash down over her bare breast. Tears streaming down her an my face, I see her wince and beg me to bar."One ”, I hear the guard count. The scourger jive again and I watch the tempestuous wheal begin to make. Her teat hard, her shape reddening and glistening with her tears. I must have blanked because I hear the act eleven called. Looking at the massacre, I see so many wale, some of them slightly bleeding. Again, the leather crashes over her swell boob and finally"twelve, my queen"reverberates around the room.

The last guard steps up and unties her hands from behind her back and ties them back down to the bench. He is already firmly and his cock in intimidating. My wife sees it and wails loudly. Stepping up behind my lady, the queen clears her pharynx."weft your hollow ”, she instructs. He pushes into her inadequate puffy pussy and begins to Irish punt into her roughly. She wails and scream. Once he is good and wet, he pulls out and presses his giant into her tighten ass. After the flogging her ass closed up again but he opens it up quickly. Pushing hard and mysterious into her on the first plunge, he enjoys hearing her distress. Grabbing the wooden handgrip for leveraging he brutally fucks her exit hollow. I see some rip on his shaft as he slides in and out roughly. Screaming for mercy, my gentlewoman cries out again and again. He uses this for more than intake and pushes mystifying, making the ropes strain that are holding her down. Plunging in and out, fast and harder….he finally pushes one last firmly push, moving the bench a full 12 in from the force….his cock erupts a load oceanic abyss into her. He pulls out quickly and footstep back to bet upon his handiwork. Her gawk hole is bleeding slightly and pink cum drip mold from that opening. Slapping her on the ass hard, he laughs and tells her what a grand ride she is. I see red this clock time and travel towards him. The other guard duty rush to hold me back and I am stopped before I can get to him. Laughing the king looking at at me and says"an assault on the pouf guard is like an assault on the fairy herself."I look over to my married woman and see her body covered in weal, tears, dried cum, and now blood and cum leaking from her golf hole."12 whip remain, my queen ”. One of the safeguard states.

"Bring him to the infantry of the stool ”, fag Witkens commands. The guards roughly push me towards the nance. I am pushed to my hands and knees in front of the nance, her stage still open and her clothes up. aspect to face with her pussy, I see it soaking wet and giving off the stagnant smell of a mature pussy having been marinating for nearly the day."Eat me !"I hear her say. Without thought, I burry my face in her catch. Licking and probing, trying everything I can do to get this over with. I hear her walkover her finger's breadth and the wooden cock is pulled from my ass and inserted again. Not the most easy thing I have ever felt but the in and out question continues. The queen orders one of the guards to untie Lady Florkner's hands so that she can watch her hubby. At that point the wooden shaft begins to bed fiercely. I feel the burn, the pain, I moan and grunt but it is muffled by the female monarch pussycat lip. She grabs my head and push 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 oxygen as the wood cock is pushed deeper. Groaning I put my head back to the queens wet pussy and desperately try to finish her off. The ass continues as I eat her. After some time the hammer is pulled out of my ass, and I feel the vanity. My gaping mess on full display for anyone to see. I feel the cool air around it."Guard, 12 lashes are still missing."The queen regnant chuckles while she calls. I hear it before I feel it. A new flack flows across my ass. The guard duty brings the scourger down again and my agape ass hole is whipped for a second time. Screaming, I begin to bring my face from her athirst pussy and she pushes me back in. Moving her hips so that her pussy soakage my face in her feed juices. Again the whiplash comes down and again I scream. This repeats and something Begin to take place at count nine. With my married woman looking on in chagrin and enervation, the queen begins to shudder and cry out in pleasance. Her climax lasts a surprising amount of clock time and as the guard duty calls out twelve she releases me from her grasp. Tuffs of hair still in her fingers from pulling me into her so hard. Basking in her moment she enjoys the scene before her. My fag to my dismay decree"Two more for well meter, I want to see his face."While looking at her, I feel the lash come down again and I flinch and cry out for it was the hardest yet."Thirteen ”, the guard calls from behind me. After a full-of-the-moon 20 seconds the queen calls out"again ”. I hear it, and then feel it. The sting, the attack, the lash lands again in the Lapplander place as before. Wailing and wincing I struggle to maintain composure as the queen breathing space deeply."14 ”, the guard calls as I fall flat to the trading floor, no longer able-bodied to hole out myself up on all fours.

I lay there for a few mo until the fairy gives me one last bid."Some of sprightliness's moral are best experienced, for your final undertaking, you go to dame Florkner and I want to look on 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 have me. Her brim and lingua work in ways I have never felt before and after some effort on her theatrical role, I am at full salute."Do it ”, the queen razz. I enter my wife's bruised and battered kitty-cat and being to slowly sleep together it."Harder ”, the poof belly laugh. I begin to go harder, but still it is not enough. The guards spot my hand on the wooden handle for leverage and the queen wails"Harder !"I begin to force myself into this unloosen and sloppy pussy as hard as I can. The work bench is moving with each knife thrust and my wife is defeated completely…but it is still not enough."Now the other kettle of fish,"the queen instructs. I pull out of her pussy with a quaggy sound and imperativeness my shaft to her broken ass. Never having done this before, I push through her impedance and sink my shaft all the way into her vertebral column passage. She cries for clemency and I pull out and dip in again."Harder ”, the queen screams. Over and over I rape my wife's ass pickle. As both of her holes are over used and broken, the look is not stimulating. As the queen watchword out for harder and faster I try to end it by cumming but it is just not happening. This goes on for a prospicient while until the fairy finally tells me to cum on my wife's face. The ultimate humiliating act for a Lady of the courts. I pull out and walk to stand in forepart of her. My cock is wet with pussy, ass, and a little blood."Cum on her ”, the queen gag. I grab my shaft with my right handwriting and jack off. Not wanting to bet at my wife in this situation, I watch the queen as she rubs the hardened nub between her wooden leg. Moving her hips. The sentry go surround my wife and begin jacking off too, and as they one by one begin to cum over her backbone and ass I feel the build in me. With a gasp, I blow my creamy load, without warning, right into my wife's side and hair. One of the biggest slews I have ever seen erupts from me all over her. The poove groans a few instant later and covers her toilet in pussycat juice as it sprays from her. Lady Florkner is unlaced and helped to her feet. We hold each other up, covered in cum and welts. Her knocker still welted and aching, the nipples bruised. Her holes loose and cum running down her legs. Both hole bruised and battered. My refreshed cum painted and running over her face. My welts across my ass and I also feel the pluck ass chess opening as I move to help my Lady tie-up. Completely wear inside and out is what I feel the most…for dame Florkner and myself. The guards and servant in the elbow room are smiling at each other. My peeress raped by seven tool and then mine, in both her gob. The queen is proud as she looks over her domaine and fulfilled.

fagot Witkens pulls her dress back down and regains her equanimity. Our servants have been summoned and enter the room to our horror. Having them see us like this is beyond a thousand deaths. We are handed our clothes and escorted out of the room limping and walking stiffly, sobbing quietly. The equipage ride home in the morning is going to be torture .