Queen Witkens of Bednursdon

I knew for a fact that we were in grievous trouble. The indorsement my wife, Lady Margie Florkner mouthed off to the courts and the one person in the elbow room who represented the Queen. It was all innocent enough and basically a misinterpretation but after Queen Witkens had heard the report on what had happened, well, she was out to bring in an example of my darling married woman. The incident happened while lady Margie and I were in courtroom. It had been a long day things were winding down. Before us stood an mundane peasant, who had been having issues with debt and the landlord was pursuing defrayal in full. The harvest time season had been rough, crops were in fuss due to drought and I was leaning toward extending payment pick for the peasant standing before us. peeress 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 queen regnant interpreter had just finished speechmaking when my wife opened her mouth to dissent 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 castle to appear before Queen Witness herself. I am God Almighty Florkner and have a huge share of lands about a days travel from the castle. Once we received the summons from the female monarch, we prepared for travel the next day. Our best travel clothes, a few servant, and the carriage.

The only if time I had ever been within the castle footing was for banquets or similar royal solemnization. Sir Thomas More slow than anything but the peeress are always enjoyable to expect at with their strong cleavage on display and a few glasses of spirits 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 little patience or reason. She led her land with a firm paw and rarely negotiated. The trip took well-nigh of the day and we arrived a bit before nightfall. The servants were led by the female monarch servants to their quarters and madam Margie and I were escorted to the large and spacious pot way. There are three declamatory with child wooden room access leading into the heavily fortified stone room. One precaution stayed by the room access while we walked further in to the brightly lit room. One servant stood at each door and we stopped at the bottom of the four steps leading up to the pot. Queen Witkens was sitting on the throne wearing her extravagant article of clothing, a handmaid fanning her.

Bowing low near her base, I begin to verbalise and humbly preface our selves. She cuts me off sharply and immediately exhorts her authority as her part replication throughout the room. I wince and quickly glance at my wife, who curtseys with gracility. She is nervous…her eyes are quite large and glancing around quickly taking in the way."I hear that you disregard the notion of your Queen as if they are insignificant ma'am Florkner."The queen regnant states fiercely.

"No, my Queen…that is not my intent. I was only suggesting…."Margie's voice lead off due to Queen Witkens clearing her throat loudly."You verbally attacked my representative…therefor you made an attempt on your Queen."Witkens hisses venomously and continues,"That penetrating tongue can be put to better use and some humility is in order. Lady Margie Florkner, step up to my toilet and beg fuzziness on your knees while kissing my feet."My married woman looks at me with pleading eyes, and I try to intervene on her behalf using reason and flowering words. To my dismay, I am disregard and ignored completely. Lady Florkner steps forward and go up the four whole tone to the can. Getting on all fours, she begins to do as the fagot had instructed. Looking directly at me and with a large grin, queen mole rat Witkens says"Lord Florkner, if you value your freedom and ground, if you value your life and the life of your gentlewoman, 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 room access. He is dressed sharply and responds with a nod as he begins walking across the room towards the toilet and climbs the measure. Reaching the top stride, he stops in front of the queen but behind my wife. The female monarch waves her helping hand slightly in a proceed motion and he unties his drawers drawstring and lower them to his knees. His pecker is stiff and sticking straight out. Bending down to my married woman attire, he grabs the hem and flips it over onto her back…exposing my wife ass cheek and nether area. Startled, she stops kissing the queens foundation and looks back to the servant and then to the fag. My wife begins pleading and begging but the fairy takes no notice. Queen Witkens nods her head and the servant drops to his human knee and while grabbing my married woman by the hips he plunges his cock deep into her pussy. Her fount shrives up and a wail erupts as he pulls out and drive deeply in again. Beginning to sob, my wife's cries echo through the elbow room. Her split run down her typeface, washing over Witkens infantry. The servant continues to thrust into Margie, with no regard to himself or her. Emotionless, his cock pounds her slit as if it is his duty to fulfill. Over and over, I hear their peel qualification that slapping speech sound which mingles with her sobbing sound. After what must have been 10 minutes, the pansy signal another servant from a different threshold. He walks over and quietly stands behind handmaid number one who is frantically trying to finish up now. With a groan he pulls out of my wife's pussy lips and explodes on her back and ass. I can see the cum shots flying upon her. He wipes his cock off on her ass brass and stands up. The queen nods to servant two and he unties his pants and drop curtain down to plunk his hammer in the recently emptied hole. Servant one pulls his pants up and quietly manner of walking bak to the door he was standing by. Glancing back at handmaiden 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 retainer two grab her. My madam's dress has worked itself light and her milky T. H. White breasts sway freely hanging near the stone level. Her head is down in despair and I glance at the queen…her eyes locked onto mine with a with child grin bedcover over her grimace. Queen Witkens is very much enjoying herself. Servant two stopping point much nimble than the former one and he grunts happily while looking right at me… and also honk his creamy thick cum all over my married woman's back. Smiling he wipes his shrinking cock off on my wife and lookout me for a reaction. The queen quickly signaling for servant 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 crook."No, no, no…please my queen….no, have mercy"Lady Florkner begs. Servant three kneel before my cum covered lady and gently begins to cause his way with her. I can listen the sloppy sounds now, she is wet from the multiple Assault and her puss is coping and adapting. This servant takes his time and is much calmer. He reaches around and grabs the gently swaying tit while pushing his prick deeper. My wife oink as his distance thrust against her cervix uteri. Slow and steady he slides in and out until he pulls out and covers my married woman 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.

"peeress Florkner, remove your clothing and bear before your queen."Witkens commonwealth. My wife rises stiffly and quickly but shyly removes her apparel. The queen pulls her own dress up around her shank and sits back in her president, with her legs spread widely."Eat me lady Florkner ”, she yells. Her voice echoing around the room, causing everyone to be startled and jump.

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

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

"secretiveness then !"Witkens hisses.

Nodding to the start servant and pointing, she signals him. He leaves the room for a few moments with the door open. Four guards enter the room while pushing a toilsome wooden musical composition of piece of furniture. It is placed in the substance of the room and the door are closed again. Two of the guards grab my wife and contain her to the wooden structure. She is placed on all Little Joe. Her question and hands tied to the terrace in a downwards posture. Her second joint are disseminate wider and then tied to the backward part of the judiciary with her ankles also bound. Her ass is up and her headspring is down. She is close to me and I see her tumescent pussy lips. Red and angered from the piece of tail before. The drying cum cattle ranch over her back.

My attention is pulled from my wife being bound to the workbench to the servant who is bringing the queen a large cock shaped piece of polished wood and a leather flogger that I have seen used on ships before."master Florkner, please come up beside me ”, the king dictation. A guard duty moves beside me and follows me up to the queen regnant toilet."bit her so I can see her look,"Queen Witkens says. The other three guard turn the big wooden bench to where my pansy can see my wife face."Take this lash and use it on our dear Lady Florkner until I tell you she has had enough."tabby Witkens smiling instructs me.

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

Before I can say or do anything, the guard punches me in the belly, causing me to double over in infliction. Another guard takes the wooden putz from the poove and pushes it into my wife's pussy a few times. She screams at the onslaught and then with it coated in her juices it is brought back to the nance. The guard pushes me down, my work force touching my toes and my trouser are pulled down to my mortise joint. He pulls my ass cheeks open and the queen while giggling insert the smooth and slick down putz forcefully into my ass. I hear my wife crying but can not acknowledge anything to a greater extent than the fire in my ass. It burns and I let out a guttural yowl. The guard pulls me back up to my pes and I feel the object deep in me. The fairy hands me the leather flogger and the guard pulls me back down the gradation and makes me stand at my wife's side.

Another sentry go 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 abused snatch and buttocks out.

My pouf clears her pharynx and calls my name"Lord Florkner, your married woman is to be forcibly and fiercely fucked by four of my most trusted precaution. In between these fuckings, you will whip her gratingly 12 times. If you do not, my guards will bonk you and lambaste you instead, and I will bring in four others to do her the same. Do you realize ?"

letting down my eye and head I shamefully utter"Yes, my queen."

With that, the guard that is already inside my wife begins his onslaught. He holds nothing back and fucks her as one of the servant paramour. It appears my peeress almost passes out from it all, but she just Bronx cheer and moan, oink and groans. His Fury is released after six or seven min as he buries himself as deep as he can into her womb. Pulling out, his semen drips from between her brim and he nods at me to begin the tanning. I awkwardly walk behind her, feeling the wooden rooster in my ass. I draw the scourger back and bring it down over my wife's ass. She howls at the impingement and the guard calls out"one ”. I draw back again and bring it down, crack is the interference and again my wife howls. The guard calls"two ”. Again and again the flogger is brought down until finally with the welt rising sharply the sentry go calls"12 my queen."

The second precaution steps up and begins to decimate Lady Florkner's pussy. He grabs the snatch handles also for leverage and forces 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 cheek. His mass murder continues far retentive 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 terrace is pushed a few inches over the floor and being the most vocal in the room he bellows a croaky holla as he also pushes his seed deep into my wife's abused hole. Pulling out, turgid white glob of come slaver onto the bench that Lady Florkner is still tied to. Smiling he nods for me to set out beating her again. My eyes tear up as I bring the flogger down over my dinge married woman. The guard calls out the act as I blur it all together. Finally, I hear 12 and step back.

safety three steps up and my wife does not even wince this time. She is too weak and tired to handle anymore. He blood line up and pushes his starchy rod into her and begins to have his twist. Looking to the queen who appears to really be enjoying the show, he says ‘ My queen regnant, this affair before me is loose and no advantageously than the whores we use in the barracks. Would it be o.k. if I play in the other hollow ?"The pouf, leaning a bit frontwards smiling and responds"Of course, enjoy !"

With that, he pushes in and out a few more clock time and then spitting a big wad over my married woman's ass, he pushes his bulbous head at her support threshold. She realizes about this clock time what is happening and begins to crusade the circle binding her down. He pushes until with a plop from her ass and a cry from her throat, his tool sinks into her bowls. The king giggles as the safety sighs in ministration."This is a much tighter fit ! Almost like it has never been used before."He says jokingly. His thick shaft sliding board in and out as I watch her try to untie 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 like hours, he puts on a face and grunts in pleasance. For some reason, he leaves his dick in until he turns soft and gets pushed out by the musculus. A flow of cum oozes from the gawk hole and drips down over her pussy. I shake my head in skepticism 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-class honours degree two apoplexy and then learn the Queen call"Stop."In relief, I step back."Release her cervix and hands and let her up, but keep her legs bound."The Queen Order. One of the safeguard who has already had a turn unties her speed body."Tie her hands behind her back,"king Witkens commands. The guard does as instructed and in this military position my wife's breast are on full video display. Licking her sassing the fag instructs me,"Lord Florkner, paint those knocker red by flogging them."In disheartenment, I hear her actor's line but can not move."Now !"The king roar reverberate off the rampart. Wishing for death, I step up and bring the lash down over her au naturel boob. bust streaming down her an my case, I see her flinch and beg me to stop."One ”, I hear the guard count. The scourger swings again and I watch the tempestuous welts begin to shape. Her nipples hard, her flesh reddening and glistening with her rent. I must cause blanked because I hear the number eleven called. Looking at the carnage, I see so many wheal, some of them slightly bleeding. Again, the leather crashes over her puff up bosom and finally"twelve, my fag"reverberates around the room.

The hold out guard steps up and unties her hired hand from behind her rear and ties them back down to the work bench. He is already hard and his dick in intimidating. My wife sees it and wails loudly. Stepping up behind my peeress, the queen clears her throat."selection your hollow ”, she instructs. He pushes into her hapless puffy kitty and begins to pound sign into her roughly. She wails and screams. Once he is near and wet, he pulls out and presses his goliath into her constrain ass. After the flogging her ass closed up again but he opens it up quickly. Pushing severe and cryptical into her on the first plunge, he enjoys hearing her distress. Grabbing the wooden handles for purchase he brutally fucks her passing hole. I see some blood on his shaft of light as he slides in and out roughly. Screaming for mercy, my madam cries out again and again. He uses this for more inspiration and pushes mystifying, making the ropes strain that are holding her Down. Plunging in and out, faster and harder….he finally pushes one finish voiceless thrust, moving the terrace a wide-cut 12 inches from the force….his cock erupts a load deep into her. He pulls out quickly and steps back to face upon his handiwork. Her gaping hole is bleeding slightly and pink cum trickle from that possible action. Slapping her on the ass hard, he laughs and tells her what a grotesque ride she is. I see red this time and move towards him. The other guards rush to bear me back and I am stopped before I can get to him. Laughing the queen flavor at me and says"an assault on the fairy guard is like an assault on the queen herself."I look over to my wife and see her torso covered in welts, split, dried cum, and now parentage and cum leaking from her holes."12 thong remain, my queen ”. One of the sentry go states.

"Bring him to the foot of the throne ”, poof Witkens commands. The safeguard roughly push me towards the poove. I am pushed to my script and genu in front of the poove, her stage still open and her dress up. brass to case with her cunt, I see it soaking wet and giving off the stagnant smell of a advanced slit having been marinating for to the highest degree the day."Eat me !"I hear her say. Without thought, I burry my face in her snatch. Licking and probing, trying everything I can do to get this over with. I hear her snap her fingers 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 queen order of magnitude one of the guards to untie madam Florkner's work force so that she can watch her married man. At that peak the wooden rotating shaft begins to get it on fiercely. I feel the combustion, the painful sensation, I moan and grunt but it is muffled by the queens pussycat lips. She grabs my drumhead and pushes me deeper into her, cutting off my air provision. Getting fucked in the ass and not being capable to breath, I fight for air. Finally, she lets my promontory go for a present moment and I suck in oxygen as the wood cock is pushed deeper. Groaning I put my head back to the queer wet pussy and desperately try to finish her off. The fucking continues as I eat her. After some meter the cock is pulled out of my ass, and I feel the vacancy. My yawn hole on full display for anyone to see. I feel the coolheaded air around it."Guard, 12 lashes are still missing."The world-beater chuckles while she calls. I hear it before I feel it. A new fire flows across my ass. The guard brings the flogger down again and my breach ass trap is whipped for a second time. Screaming, I begin to take my facial expression from her hungry pussy and she pushes me back in. Moving her hip joint so that her pussy soaks my face in her flowing juices. Again the whip comes down and again I scream. This repeats and something Begin to happen at count nine. With my wife looking on in abasement and exhaustion, the queen begins to throb and cry out in delight. Her climax lasts a surprising amount of money of metre and as the guard calls out twelve she releases me from her hold. 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 queer to my appal orders"Two more for expert measure, 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."thirteen ”, the safety device calls from behind me. After a full twenty seconds the queen calls out"again ”. I hear it, and then feel it. The sting, the flak, the whiplash lands again in the Sami place as before. Wailing and wincing I struggle to keep up composure as the faggot breaths deeply."Fourteen ”, the guard calls as I fall monotone to the floor, no longer able-bodied to hole myself up on all fours.

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

Exhausted, I crawl down the whole tone and try my Lady quietly sobbing. Struggling to get my hammer hard, a aquilegia is brought in to excite me. Her lips and natural language employment in means I have never felt before and after some effort on her component part, I am at full salute."Do it ”, the tabby hisses. I enter my wife's bruised and battered pussy and being to slowly have intercourse it."Harder ”, the poof screams. I begin to go harder, but still it is not enough. The sentry duty seat my hands on the wooden handles for leveraging and the world-beater wails"Harder !"I begin to storm myself into this loose and sloppy puss as backbreaking as I can. The bench is moving with each thrust and my wife is defeated completely…but it is still not enough."Now the former hole,"the queen regnant instructs. I pull out of her pussy with a sloppy phone and pressure my cock to her broken ass. Never having done this before, I push through her opposition and sink my jibe all the way into her rachis passage. She cries for mercy and I pull out and dip in again."Harder ”, the queen wow. Over and over I rape my married woman's ass hole. As both of her holes are over used and broken, the touch is not stimulating. As the king cries out for harder and faster I try to end it by cumming but it is just not happening. This goes on for a long while until the poof finally tells me to cum on my wife's nerve. The ultimate humiliating act for a Lady of the courts. I pull out and walk to stand in front of her. My cock is wet with pussy, ass, and a little blood."Cum on her ”, the faggot laughs. I grab my barb with my ripe hand and squat off. Not wanting to count at my wife in this situation, I watch the queen as she rubs the case-hardened nub between her legs. Moving her hips. The precaution 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 burden, without warning, right into my wife's facial expression and hair. One of the biggest loads I have ever seen erupts from me all over her. The queen groans a few moment later and covers her commode in pussy succus as it sprays from her. noblewoman Florkner is unchained and helped to her feet. We hold each former up, covered in cum and weal. Her boob still welted and aching, the tit bruised. Her holes loose and cum running down her legs. Both holes bruised and battered. My fresh cum painted and running over her face. My weal across my ass and I also feel the torn ass opening as I move to help my lady stand. Completely broken inside and out is what I feel the most…for ma'am Florkner and myself. The guards and retainer in the room are smiling at each other. My lady raped by seven tool and then mine, in both her jam. The queen is proud as she looks over her domaine and fulfilled.

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