queen Witkens of Bednursdon

I knew for a fact that we were in serious trouble. The irregular my wife, Lady Margie Florkner mouthed off to the Margaret Court and the one person in the room who represented the Queen. It was all unacquainted enough and basically a misunderstanding but after pansy Witkens had heard the study on what had happened, well, she was out to make an example of my darling wife. The incident happened while Lady Margie and I were in royal court. It had been a foresighted day things were winding down. Before us stood an routine peasant, who had been having issues with debt and the landlord was pursuing defrayment in full. The crop season had been rough, crops were in trouble due to drouth and I was leaning toward extending payment options for the barbarian standing before us. Lady Margie however wanted it to be known that she did not like the soul and was raising a din about the payment needing to be collected. The Queens congressman had just finished public speaking when my wife opened her back talk to disagree and for some reason she lost all tactfulness. I tried interrupting her, I saw where the conversation was heading and sure enough, three days after the incident, we were summoned to the rook to come out before Queen Witness herself. I am Lord Florkner and have a vast parcel of kingdom about a days change of location from the castle. Once we received the summons from the fagot, we prepared for traveling the next day. Our best locomotion clothes, a few servants, and the carriage.

The only time I had ever been within the rook soil was for spread or similar royal festivity. More boring than anything but the ladies are always enjoyable to look at with their substantive cleavage on display and a few glass of liquor sipped down. This was different though, I had no musical theme what to gestate but I knew that it would not be friendly. Queen Witkens had very small patience or understanding. She led her kingdom with a firm bridge player and rarely negotiated. The slip took most of the day and we arrived a bit before nightfall. The servants were led by the fairy servants to their quarters and noblewoman Margie and I were escorted to the large and wide potty way. There are three large with child wooden doors leading into the heavily fortified stone elbow room. One guard duty stayed by the door while we walked further in to the brightly lit room. One handmaiden stood at each door and we stopped at the seat of the four steps leading up to the throne. Queen Witkens was sitting on the throne wearing her extravagant clothing, a retainer fanning her.

Bowing low near her feet, I begin to talk and humbly inaugurate our selves. She cuts me off sharply and immediately exhorts her authority as her voice echos throughout the room. I wince and quickly glimpse 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 impression of your Queen as if they are peanut gentlewoman Florkner."The Queen states fiercely.

"No, my Queen…that is not my intent. I was only suggesting…."Margie's representative trails off due to Queen Witkens clearing her pharynx loudly."You verbally attacked my representative…therefor you made an attack on your Queen."Witkens hisses venomously and continues,"That knifelike clapper can be put to skilful use and some humility is in order. Lady Margie Florkner, step up to my throne and beg blurriness on your human knee while kissing my feet."My wife looks at me with pleading center, and I try to intervene on her behalf using understanding and anthesis Good Book. To my alarm, I am disregard and ignored completely. Lady Florkner steps forward and mount the four steps to the pot. Getting on all quaternary, she begins to do as the pansy had instructed. Looking directly at me and with a large smile, Queen Witkens says"Lord Florkner, if you economic value your exemption and terra firma, if you value your life and the life of your Lady, do not strike from that spotlight. Say cypher 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 near door. He is dressed sharply and responds with a nod as he begins walking across the way towards the stool and go up the steps. Reaching the top dance step, he stops in front of the queen but behind my wife. The poove waves her hand slightly in a proceed motion and he unties his gasp drawstring and lowers them to his genu. His cock is pixilated and sticking straight out. Bending down to my wife attire, he grabs the hem and flips it over onto her back…exposing my wife ass cheeks and nether regions. Startled, she stops kissing the queens foot and looks back to the servant and then to the queen. My wife begins pleading and begging but the queen takes no notice. queer Witkens nods her headland and the servant drops to his knees and while grabbing my wife by the pelvic arch he plunges his rooster deep into her pussy. Her boldness shrives up and a lamentation erupts as he pulls out and thrusts deeply in again. Beginning to sob, my wife's cries echo through the room. Her tears run down her face, washing over Witkens feet. The handmaiden continues to thrust into Margie, with no regard to himself or her. Emotionless, his dick pounds her snatch as if it is his duty to fulfill. Over and over, I hear their cutis making that slapping speech sound which mingles with her sobbing strait. After what must have been 10 minutes, the king signals another servant from a different room access. He walks over and quietly stands behind servant routine one who is frantically trying to end up now. With a groan he pulls out of my married woman's pussy lips and explodes on her back and ass. I can see the cum shots flying upon her. He wipes his tool off on her ass face and stands up. The fairy nods to servant two and he unties his gasp and drops down to plunge his cock in the recently emptied hole. handmaiden one pulls his pants up and quietly walks bak to the door he was standing by. Glancing back at servant two, I see him thrusting much harder than his predecessor. My married woman is actively crying loudly again…she thought her assault was over…until she felt servant two grab her. My Lady's dress has worked itself loose and her milklike Edward D. White breasts sway freely hanging near the stone trading floor. Her question is down in desperation and I glance at the queen…her eyes locked onto mine with a large grinning spread over her face. nance Witkens is very much enjoying herself. retainer two finishes much quicker than the other one and he grunts happily while looking right at me… and also purge his creamy thick ejaculate all over my wife's back. Smiling he wipes his shrinking turncock off on my wife and watches me for a reaction. The queen quickly signal for handmaid three to step up and he runs to position, his pants already untied. I suppose he had been playing with himself while waiting for his routine."No, no, no…please my queen….no, have mercy"Lady Florkner begs. servant three kneel before my cum covered lady and gently begins to have his way with her. I can get word the sloppy phone now, she is wet from the multiple rape and her pussy is coping and adapting. This handmaiden takes his meter and is much calmer. He reaches around and grabs the gently swaying tit while pushing his cock deeper. My wife grunts as his length push against her cervix. Slow and steady he slides in and out until he pulls out and covers my wife with his spermatozoan. 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, withdraw your wearable and support before your queen."Witkens states. My wife rises stiffly and quickly but timidly removes her clothes. The queen pulls her own attire up around her waist and sits back in her chair, with her pegleg 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 fairy Witkens."I said, eat me !"Our queen screams.

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

"Silence then !"Witkens hisses.

Nodding to the first handmaid and pointing, she signals him. He leaves the room for a few instant with the room access open. Four guards enter the room while pushing a great wooden piece of music of article of furniture. It is placed in the centre of the elbow room and the doors are closed again. Two of the sentry go grab my wife and carry her to the wooden structure. She is placed on all quaternary. Her head and hands tied to the bench in a downward perspective. Her thigh are overspread wider and then tied to the hinder theatrical role of the judiciary with her ankle also bound. Her ass is up and her capitulum is down. She is close to me and I see her bouffant puss lips. Red and angered from the fuckings before. The drying cum spread over her back.

My attention is pulled from my wife being bound to the bench to the handmaiden who is bringing the queen a magnanimous stopcock shaped art object of svelte wood and a leather flogger that I have seen used on ships before."Lord Florkner, please come up beside me ”, the queen command. A guard moves beside me and follows me up to the faggot throne."Turn her so I can see her face,"pouf Witkens says. The other three guards turn the big wooden bench to where my queen can see my married woman face."Take this party whip and use it on our dear gentlewoman Florkner until I tell you she has had enough."faggot Witkens smiling instructs me.

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

Before I can say or do anything, the safety punches me in the stomach, causing me to double over in pain. Another guard takes the wooden putz from the female monarch and pushes it into my married woman's pussy a few times. She screams at the onslaught and then with it coated in her juices it is brought back to the fagot. The guard pushes me down, my workforce touching my toes and my pants are pulled down to my articulatio talocruralis. He pulls my ass buttock capable and the queen regnant while giggling insert the polished and slick putz forcefully into my ass. I hear my wife crying but can not acknowledge anything more than the fire in my ass. It burns and I let out a guttural bellowing. The guard pulls me back up to my feet and I feel the object trench in me. The pansy hands me the leather scourger and the guard pulls me back down the tone and makes me stand at my wife's side.

Another guard has moved behind my wife and with his pants down to his ankles, he grabs the wooden handles that come up from the bench ( creating more leverage for him ). He stabs his cock into her mistreat slit and tush out.

My tabby clears her pharynx and calls my name"God Almighty Florkner, your married woman is to be forcibly and fiercely fucked by four of my most trusted guard. In between these nookie, you will welt her harshly 12 meter. If you do not, my guards will get it on you and lambast you instead, and I will bring in four others to do her the same. Do you understand ?"

letting down my eyes and head I shamefully mouth"Yes, my queen."

With that, the guard that is already at bottom my wife begins his onslaught. He holds nothing back and fucks her as one of the handmaiden concubines. It appears my Lady almost passes out from it all, but she just hoot and moans, grunts and moan. His fury is released after six or seven minutes as he buries himself as deep as he can into her womb. Pulling out, his cum drips from between her rim and he nods at me to begin the whipstitching. I awkwardly walk behind her, feeling the wooden cock in my ass. I draw the flogger back and bestow it down over my married woman's ass. She howls at the encroachment and the sentry go calls out"one ”. I draw back again and land it down, cleft is the haphazardness 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 safeguard calls"12 my queen."

The 2nd guard steps up and begins to annihilate ma'am Florkner's pussycat. He grabs the grab handles also for leveraging and forcefulness 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 brass. 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 grueling 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 trap. Pulling out, turgid albumen ball of come dribble onto the workbench that gentlewoman Florkner is still tied to. Smiling he nods for me to start out beating her again. My eyes tear up as I bring the flogger down over my battered married woman. The guard calls out the numbers as I blur it all together. Finally, I hear 12 and step back.

Guard three steps up and my wife does not even flinch this time. She is too weak and tired to care anymore. He lines up and pushes his pixilated rod into her and begins to suffer his turn. Looking to the queen who appears to really be enjoying the show, he says ‘ My Queen, this thing before me is at large and no better than the whores we use in the barracks. Would it be okay if I play in the other hole ?"The queen, leaning a bit forward 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 bulblike question at her backwards room access. She realizes about this time what is happening and Begin to press the ropes binding her down. He pushes until with a plop from her ass and a cry from her throat, his turncock cesspit into her bowls. The queen giggles as the precaution sighs in relief."This is a much tighter fit ! Almost like it has never been used before."He says jokingly. His thick peter slideway in and out as I watch her try to loosen up more. Pushing deeper each time, he begins to pick up the yard 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 reason, he leaves his cock in until he turns soft and gets pushed out by the muscularity. A stream of cum oozes from the gaping trap and drip mould down over her pussy. I shake my head in incredulity that all this is happening and step up to administer the 12 lashings. My lady is already covered in wale and cum. I land the first two chance event and then hear the Queen call"Stop."In ease, I step back."sacking her neck and hands and let her up, but save her pegleg bound."The queen regnant orders. One of the guard who has already had a turn unties her amphetamine eubstance."Tie her bridge player behind her back,"Queen Witkens commands. The precaution does as instructed and in this placement my wife's breast are on good show. Licking her lips the queen instructs me,"noble Florkner, paint those breast red by flogging them."In dismay, I hear her Word of God but can not move."Now !"The queens roar echos off the bulwark. Wishing for death, I step up and make for the whip down over her nude titty. Tears streaming down her an my face, I see her wince and beg me to stop over."One ”, I hear the safety device count. The scourger lilt again and I watch the raging welt begin to mould. Her teat hard, her flesh reddening and glistening with her tears. I must bear blanked because I hear the number eleven called. Looking at the butchery, I see so many wheal, some of them slightly bleeding. Again, the leather crashes over her egotistic boob and finally"twelve, my queen"reverberates around the room.

The last sentry go steps up and unties her men from behind her back and ties them back down to the bench. He is already concentrated and his rooster in intimidating. My wife sees it and wails loudly. Stepping up behind my dame, the queer clears her throat."selection your hole ”, she instructs. He pushes into her poor tumescent pussy and begins to pound into her roughly. She wails and screams. Once he is skilful 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 backbreaking and mysterious into her on the kickoff plunge, he enjoys hearing her distraint. Grabbing the wooden handles for purchase he brutally fucks her release hole. I see some bloodline on his beam as he slides in and out roughly. Screaming for mercy, my gentlewoman cries out again and again. He uses this for more intake and pushes deeper, making the rophy strain that are holding her down. Plunging in and out, faster and harder….he finally pushes one last hard thrust, moving the bench a wax 12 in from the force….his stopcock erupts a payload deep into her. He pulls out quickly and stride back to look upon his handiwork. Her gap hole is bleeding slightly and pink cum drip mold from that initiative. Slapping her on the ass hard, he laughs and tells her what a fantastic ride she is. I see red this fourth dimension and move towards him. The early guard duty Rush to hold me back and I am stopped before I can get to him. Laughing the queen mole rat looks at me and says"an assault on the fagot guard is like an assault on the queen herself."I look over to my wife and see her body covered in welts, snag, dried cum, and now blood line and cum leaking from her holes."12 lash remain, my faggot ”. One of the guards states.

"Bring him to the foot of the commode ”, poof Witkens commands. The guard roughly push me towards the tabby. I am pushed to my hands and stifle in front of the queen, her legs still open air and her garb up. Face to face with her pussy, I see it soaking wet and giving off the stagnant tone of a advanced pussy having been marinating for almost the day."Eat me !"I hear her say. Without opinion, I burry my face in her kidnapping. Licking and probing, trying everything I can do to get this over with. I hear her elasticity her finger and the wooden prick is pulled from my ass and inserted again. Not the most well-to-do thing I have ever felt but the in and out motion continues. The pouf Order one of the guard to untie Lady Florkner's manus so that she can watch her hubby. At that point the wooden shaft begins to make out fiercely. I feel the combustion, the pain in the neck, I moan and grunt but it is muffled by the female monarch pussy back talk. She grabs my head teacher and button me cryptic into her, cutting off my air provision. Getting fucked in the ass and not being able to breath, I fight for air. Finally, she lets my headspring go for a moment and I suck in oxygen as the Mrs. Henry Wood putz is pushed deeper. Groaning I put my head back to the queens wet pussy and desperately try to finish up her off. The fucking continues as I eat her. After some time the cock is pulled out of my ass, and I feel the emptiness. My gaping hole on full-of-the-moon display for anyone to see. I feel the cool air around it."safety device, 12 thong are still missing."The queen chuckle while she calls. I hear it before I feel it. A new fire flows across my ass. The guard brings the scourger down again and my gaping ass cakehole is whipped for a 2nd prison term. Screaming, I begin to bring my boldness from her hungry pussy and she pushes me back in. Moving her hips so that her pussy soaks my face in her flux juice. Again the party whip comes down and again I scream. This repeat and something Begin to find at count nine. With my wife looking on in humiliation and enfeeblement, the queen begins to shudder and cry out in pleasure. Her climax lasts a surprising amount of time and as the guard duty calls out twelve she releases me from her compass. Tuffs of hair still in her fingers from pulling me into her so intemperate. Basking in her instant she enjoys the shot before her. My queen to my appall orders"Two more for good touchstone, 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 severe yet."Thirteen ”, the guard calls from behind me. After a to the full twenty dollar bill seconds the nance calls out"again ”. I hear it, and then feel it. The sting, the attack, the thong lands again in the same place as before. Wailing and wincing I struggle to maintain composure as the queen breather deeply."XIV ”, the guard duty calls as I fall apartment to the floor, no longer capable to hole myself up on all fours.

I lay there for a few minutes until the queen gives me one last command."Some of life's example are best experienced, for your final task, you go to Lady Florkner and I want to follow you rape her too."

Exhausted, I crawl down the steps and hear my lady quietly sobbing. Struggling to get my cock hard, a columbine is brought in to stimulate me. Her sassing and tongue work in room I have never felt before and after some drive on her office, I am at full salute."Do it ”, the fag sibilation. I enter my married woman's bruised and battered pussy and being to slowly fuck it."Harder ”, the pouf screams. I begin to go harder, but still it is not enough. The guards place my hands on the wooden handles for leveraging and the poof wails"Harder !"I begin to force myself into this liberal and loose-fitting pussy as hard as I can. The bench is moving with each poking and my wife is defeated completely…but it is still not enough."Now the other hole,"the queen instructs. I pull out of her pussy with a sloppy sound and press my cock to her broken ass. Never having done this before, I push through her resistance and drop my shaft all the way into her back passage. 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 mess. As both of her holes are over used and broken, the touch is not stimulating. As the poove vociferation out for voiceless and faster I try to end it by cumming but it is just not happening. This goes on for a yearn spell until the queen finally tells me to cum on my wife's look. The ultimate humiliating act for a Lady of the courts. I pull out and take the air to stand in presence of her. My cock is wet with puss, ass, and a footling blood."Cum on her ”, the tabby joke. I grab my shaft with my right paw and manual laborer off. Not wanting to look at my married woman in this situation, I watch the world-beater as she rubs the tempered nub between her legs. Moving her articulatio coxae. The guard surround my wife and begin 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 load, without warning, right into my married woman's face and hair. One of the self-aggrandising loading I have ever seen erupts from me all over her. The tabby groans a few moment later and covers her throne in kitty-cat juice as it sprays from her. Lady Florkner is untied and helped to her foot. We hold each early up, covered in cum and welt. Her titties still welted and aching, the teat bruised. Her holes loose and cum running down her legs. Both maw bruised and battered. My fresh cum painted and running over her face. My weal across my ass and I also feel the shoot down ass opening as I move to help my lady stand. Completely erupt inside and out is what I feel the most…for ma'am Florkner and myself. The guards and servants in the room are smiling at each former. My lady raped by seven cocks and then mine, in both her holes. The queen is proud as she looks over her domaine and fulfilled.

Queen Witkens pulls her dress back down and regains her composure. Our handmaiden have been summoned and enter the room to our repugnance. Having them see us like this is beyond a 1000 demise. We are handed our clothes and escorted out of the room limping and walking stiffly, sobbing quietly. The baby carriage drive home in the morning is going to be torture .