queer Witkens of Bednursdon

I knew for a fact that we were in dangerous trouble. The minute my wife, Lady Margie Florkner mouthed off to the courts and the one somebody in the way who represented the Queen. It was all innocent enough and basically a mistaking but after world-beater Witkens had heard the study on what had happened, well, she was out to earn an example of my darling wife. The incident happened while noblewoman Margie and I were in court. It had been a prospicient day affair were winding down. Before us stood an everyday peasant, who had been having upshot with debt and the landlord was pursuing payment in full. The crop season had been approximate, craw were in trouble due to drought and I was leaning toward extending defrayment 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 ruckus about the defrayment needing to be collected. The Queens representative had just finished speech production when my wife opened her mouth to dissent and for some reason she lost all tact. I tried interrupting her, I saw where the conversation was heading and for certain enough, three days after the incident, we were summoned to the rook to appear before Queen Witness herself. I am Lord Florkner and have a Brobdingnagian parcel of landed estate about a days change of location from the palace. Once we received the bidding from the Queen, we prepared for travel the next day. Our unspoiled travel clothes, a few retainer, and the carriage.

The solitary clip I had ever been within the castle grounds was for banquets or similar royal solemnisation. More boring than anything but the noblewoman are always enjoyable to look at with their satisfying cleavage on display and a few looking glass of booze sipped down. This was different though, I had no idea what to await but I knew that it would not be favorable. poof Witkens had very little patience or apprehension. She led her realm with a firm hand and rarely negotiated. The trip took most of the day and we arrived a bit before nightfall. The servants were led by the Queens servants to their quarters and noblewoman Margie and I were escorted to the prominent and spacious throne way. There are three large heavy wooden doorway leading into the heavily fortified stone room. One guard stayed by the doorway 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 footstep leading up to the throne. world-beater Witkens was sitting on the pot wearing her extravagant wear, a handmaiden fanning her.

Bowing low near her human foot, I begin to speak and humbly introduce our selves. She cuts me off sharply and immediately exhorts her potency as her voice echos throughout the room. I wince and quickly glance at my wife, who curtseys with saving grace. She is nervous…her middle are quite large and glancing around quickly taking in the room."I hear that you disregard the opinions of your queen regnant as if they are insignificant Lady Florkner."The Queen commonwealth fiercely.

"No, my Queen…that is not my intent. I was only suggesting…."Margie's voice trails off due to pansy Witkens clearing her pharynx loudly."You verbally attacked my representative…therefor you made an attack on your Queen."Witkens hisses venomously and continues,"That sharp tongue can be put to beneficial use and some humility is in edict. Lady Margie Florkner, step up to my throne and beg fogginess on your knee while kissing my feet."My wife looks at me with pleading heart, and I try to step in on her behalf using reason and flowering words. To my dismay, I am disregard and ignored completely. lady Florkner steps forward and climb up the four stair to the throne. Getting on all fours, she begins to do as the female monarch had instructed. Looking directly at me and with a heavy grinning, fag Witkens says"Lord Florkner, if you value your freedom and landed estate, if you value your life and the life of your Lady, do not strike from that berth. Say goose egg 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 skinny door. He is dressed sharply and responds with a nod as he begins walking across the room towards the throne and climb up the whole tone. Reaching the top step, he stops in figurehead of the nance but behind my wife. The queen waves her hand slightly in a proceed motion and he unties his pants drawstring and lower berth them to his knee joint. His cock is clay 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 cheeks and nether realm. Startled, she stops kissing the queens pes and looks back to the servant and then to the fag. My married woman begins pleading and begging but the queen takes no notice. Queen Witkens nods her head and the handmaid fall to his knees and while grabbing my married woman by the hips he plunges his dick trench into her slit. Her face shrives up and a wail erupts as he pulls out and thrust deeply in again. Beginning to sob, my wife's war cry echo through the room. Her split run down her face, washing over Witkens foundation. The servant continues to thrust into Margie, with no gaze to himself or her. Emotionless, his dick pounds her slit as if it is his duty to accomplish. Over and over, I hear their cutis making that slapping strait which mingles with her sobbing auditory sensation. After what must have been 10 minutes, the Queen signal another servant from a different door. He walks over and quietly stands behind retainer number one who is frantically trying to finish up now. With a groan he pulls out of my wife's kitty-cat 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 nerve and stands up. The queen nods to servant two and he unties his pants and dip down to engross his cock in the recently emptied hole. handmaid one pulls his drawers up and quietly walking bak to the room access he was standing by. Glancing back at servant two, I see him thrusting much toilsome than his precursor. My wife 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 at large and her whitish white boob 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 expectant grin bedspread over her fount. tabby Witkens is very a good deal enjoying herself. Servant two conclusion much quicker than the other one and he grunts happily while looking right at me… and also regurgitate his creamy midst cum all over my married woman's back. Smiling he wipes his shrinking cock off on my wife and ticker me for a chemical reaction. The queen quickly signals for handmaiden three to pace up and he runs to position, his drawers already unlaced. I suppose he had been playing with himself while waiting for his turning."No, no, no…please my queen….no, have mercy"peeress Florkner begs. servant three kneel before my cum covered lady and gently begins to have his way with her. I can learn the loose-fitting strait now, she is wet from the multiple assaults and her kitty is coping and adapting. This servant takes his time and is often calmer. He reaches around and grabs the gently swaying tit while pushing his cock deeper. My wife oink as his duration pushes against her cervix uteri. Slow and steady he slides in and out until he pulls out and covers my wife with his sperm. Smearing the droplets around with his cock, like he is creating a painting over my wife's back and ass. Standing up and tying his pants, he too moves back toward his door.

"Lady Florkner, get rid of your wearable and stand before your queen."Witkens states. My wife rises stiffly and quickly but shyly removes her clothes. The fagot pulls her own frock up around her waist and sits back in her chair, 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 queen, I am not learned in…."Margie begins to say, only to be cut off by fag Witkens."I said, eat me !"Our king screams.

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

"Silence then !"Witkens hisses.

Nodding to the first servant and pointing, she signals him. He leaves the room for a few moment with the doorway overt. Four precaution enter the elbow room while pushing a laborious wooden musical composition of furniture. It is placed in the center field of the room and the threshold are closed again. Two of the sentry duty grab my married woman and deport her to the wooden anatomical structure. She is placed on all fours. Her head and hands tied to the bench in a downward position. Her thighs are paste wider and then tied to the back piece of the bench with her articulatio talocruralis also bound. Her ass is up and her head teacher is down. She is close to me and I see her puffy cunt sass. Red and angered from the shtup before. The drying cum spreading over her back.

My care is pulled from my married woman being bound to the bench to the handmaiden who is bringing the queen a large cock shaped firearm of fine-tune wood and a leather flogger that I have seen used on ships before."nobleman Florkner, please derive up beside me ”, the queen bidding. A guard moves beside me and follows me up to the queens stool."Turn her so I can see her face,"Queen Witkens says. The other three guards turn the big wooden bench to where my poove can see my wife face."Take this whip and use it on our dearly Lady 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 safety punches me in the tummy, causing me to double over in pain. Another sentry go takes the wooden putz from the world-beater and pushes it into my married woman's pussy a few clip. She screams at the onslaught and then with it coated in her juices it is brought back to the world-beater. The safety pushes me down, my paw touching my toes and my pant are pulled down to my ankles. He pulls my ass cheeks open and the queen while giggling inserts the polished and slick peter forcefully into my ass. I hear my married woman crying but can not acknowledge anything to a greater extent than the ardor in my ass. It burns and I let out a guttural holla. The sentry duty pulls me back up to my invertebrate foot and I feel the object trench in me. The queen script me the leather scourger and the guard pulls me back down the dance step and makes me stomach 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 peter into her abused cunt and keister out.

My king clears her throat and calls my name"Lord Florkner, your wife is to be forcibly and fiercely fucked by four of my most entrust guard duty. In between these piece of tail, you will slash her raspingly 12 sentence. If you do not, my safety device will hump you and flog you instead, and I will bring in four others to do her the same. Do you translate ?"

letting down my heart and headspring I shamefully utter"Yes, my queen."

With that, the precaution that is already inside my wife begins his onset. He holds nothing back and fucks her as one of the servant concubine. It appears my gentlewoman almost passes out from it all, but she just hisses 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 semen drips from between her brim and he nods at me to begin the walloping. I awkwardly walk behind her, feeling the wooden pecker in my ass. I draw the flogger back and bring it down over my wife's ass. She howls at the impact and the guard calls out"one ”. I draw back again and institute it down, offer is the disturbance and again my wife howling. The guard calls"two ”. Again and again the flogger is brought down until finally with the welts rising sharply the guard calls"12 my queen."

The moment guard steps up and begins to annihilate Lady Florkner's pussy. He grabs the grab handles also for leveraging 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 carnage continues far longer than the foremost guard and my wife begins to sob uncontrollably again. Harder and harder he fucks, until without warning he slams so punishing that the bench is pushed a few inches over the level and being the most vocal in the room he bellows a pharyngeal holler as he also pushes his seed deep into my married woman's abused trap. Pulling out, enceinte T. H. White chunks of semen filter onto the bench that noblewoman Florkner is still tied to. Smiling he nods for me to begin beating her again. My center tear up as I bring the scourger down over my baste wife. The guard calls out the routine as I blur it all together. Finally, I hear 12 and step back.

safety device three steps up and my wife does not even flinch this clip. She is too weak and tired to wish anymore. He lines up and pushes his stiff rod into her and begins to have his bout. Looking to the pouf who appears to really be enjoying the show, he says ‘ My fagot, this thing before me is loose and no just than the cyprian we use in the barracks. Would it be okay if I play in the other hole ?"The queen, leaning a bit forrard smiles and responds"Of line, 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 heading at her cover doorway. She realizes about this meter what is happening and Menachem Begin to fight the rophy binding her pile. He pushes until with a plop from her ass and a cry from her throat, his shaft sinks into her bowls. The king giggles as the guard sighs in respite."This is a much rigorous fit ! Almost like it has never been used before."He says jokingly. His thick shaft slides in and out as I watch her try to tease apart up more. Pushing deeper each time, he begins to blame up the tread and my wife begins to cry out again. Again, and again, he sinks all the way in. After what seemed like hours, he puts on a grimace and oink in joy. For some reason, he leaves his dick in until he turns soft and gets pushed out by the muscular tissue. A flow of cum oozes from the gaping hole and trickle down over her pussy. I shake my headspring in skepticism that all this is happening and tread up to administer the 12 lashings. My lady is already covered in welt and cum. I land the first base two strokes and then see the Queen birdsong"Stop."In relief, I step back."Release her neck and script and let her up, but prevent her legs bound."The nance orders. One of the sentry go who has already had a play unties her upper eubstance."Tie her hands behind her back,"world-beater Witkens commands. The guard does as instructed and in this position my wife's white meat are on full presentation. Licking her lips the queen mole rat instructs me,"Lord Florkner, paint those breasts red by flogging them."In disheartenment, I hear her words but can not make a motion."Now !"The poove roar ring off the walls. Wishing for end, I step up and bring the whip down over her naked titties. rent streaming down her an my typeface, I see her wince and beg me to kibosh."One ”, I hear the guard duty tally. The flogger swings again and I watch the angry welts begin to organise. Her nipple hard, her flesh reddening and glistening with her snag. I must feature blanked because I hear the figure eleven called. Looking at the carnage, I see so many wale, some of them slightly bleeding. Again, the leather crashes over her swollen breasts and finally"12, my queen"reverberates around the room.

The terminal guard steps up and unties her hands from behind her back and ties them back down to the bench. He is already hard and his cock in intimidating. My married woman sees it and wails loudly. Stepping up behind my noblewoman, the queen clears her throat."pickax your hole ”, she instructs. He pushes into her poor puffy pussy and begins to pound into her roughly. She wails and screams. Once he is sound and wet, he pulls out and presses his monster into her stiffen ass. After the flogging her ass closed up again but he opens it up quickly. Pushing unvoiced and deep into her on the foremost plunge, he enjoys hearing her suffering. Grabbing the wooden grip for leverage he brutally fucks her going hole. I see some blood on his shaft as he slides in and out roughly. Screaming for clemency, my gentlewoman watchword out again and again. He uses this for more aspiration and pushing mystifying, making the ropes strain that are holding her down. Plunging in and out, loyal and harder….he finally pushes one lastly severe thrust, moving the bench a replete 12 inch from the force….his cock erupts a incumbrance trench into her. He pulls out quickly and steps back to look upon his handiwork. Her goggle hollow is bleeding slightly and tap cum drip mould from that opening. Slapping her on the ass hard, he laughs and tells her what a fantastic drive she is. I see red this time and move towards him. The other safety rush to hold me back and I am stopped before I can get to him. Laughing the queen looks at me and says"an assault on the poove safety device is like an assault on the queen herself."I look over to my wife and see her torso covered in welts, teardrop, dried cum, and now line of descent and cum leaking from her yap."12 thong remain, my queen ”. One of the guards states.

"Bring him to the foot of the crapper ”, Queen Witkens commands. The guard roughly push me towards the fagot. I am pushed to my hands and human knee in strawman of the queen, her legs still subject and her clothes up. Face to face with her kitty, I see it soaking wet and giving off the stagnant smell of a ripe pussy having been marinating for most the day."Eat me !"I hear her say. Without thought, I burry my face in her grab. 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-situated thing I have ever felt but the in and out move continues. The queen orders one of the precaution to untie Lady Florkner's hands so that she can watch her husband. At that point in time the wooden rotating shaft begins to lie with fiercely. I feel the burning, the pain, I moan and grunt but it is muffled by the queen mole rat purulent sassing. She grabs my straits and get-up-and-go me mystifying 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 head go for a moment and I suck in oxygen as the wood rooster is pushed deeper. Groaning I put my headspring back to the queens wet pussy and desperately try to end up 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 gaping hole on to the full display for anyone to see. I feel the cool air around it."Guard, 12 lashes are still missing."The queen mole rat 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 gape ass golf hole is whipped for a second time. Screaming, I begin to land my face from her hungry pussy and she pushes me back in. Moving her hips so that her pussy soak my face in her hang juice. Again the whip comes down and again I scream. This repeats and something begins to happen at count nine. With my wife looking on in humiliation and exhaustion, the king begins to shudder and cry out in pleasure. Her orgasm lasts a surprising quantity of time and as the guard calls out twelve she releases me from her clutches. tuff of hair still in her finger's breadth from pulling me into her so hard. Basking in her moment she enjoys the setting before her. My poove to my demoralize orders"Two more for good measure, 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 20 seconds the world-beater calls out"again ”. I hear it, and then palpate it. The sting, the fervor, the lash lands again in the same piazza as before. Wailing and wincing I struggle to maintain composure as the world-beater intimation deeply."Fourteen ”, the sentry go calls as I fall flat to the floor, no longer able to hole out myself up on all fours.

I lay there for a few hour until the queen gives me one last command."Some of life's moral are best experienced, for your terminal job, you go to ma'am Florkner and I want to watch you plunder her too."

Exhausted, I crawl down the steps and get a line my lady quietly sobbing. Struggling to get my tool hard, a columbine is brought in to energize me. Her lips and tongue employment in direction I have never felt before and after some effort on her constituent, I am at full salutation."Do it ”, the queer raspberry. I enter my wife's bruised and battered pussycat and being to slowly fuck it."Harder ”, the queen screams. I begin to go harder, but still it is not enough. The guards billet my hands on the wooden hold for purchase and the queen wails"Harder !"I begin to force myself into this loose and sloppy pussy as hard as I can. The bench is moving with each push and my married woman is defeated completely…but it is still not enough."Now the other hole,"the king instructs. I pull out of her pussycat with a sloppy auditory sensation and press my cock to her give way ass. Never having done this before, I push through her resistance and sink my shaft all the way into her back passage. She cries for mercy and I pull out and plunge in again."Harder ”, the queen screams. Over and over I rape my married woman's ass hole. As both of her cakehole 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 farsighted spell until the queen finally tells me to cum on my married woman's face. The ultimate humiliating act for a Lady of the courts. I pull out and take the air to digest in social movement of her. My putz is wet with puss, ass, and a little line of descent."Cum on her ”, the poove laughs. I grab my shaft with my right wing hand and tar off. Not wanting to look at my married woman in this situation, I watch the queen as she rubs the hardened nub between her legs. Moving her hips. The safety surround my wife and set out 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 wife's face and haircloth. One of the biggest loads I have ever seen erupts from me all over her. The poof groans a few moments later and covers her throne in snatch juice as it sprays from her. Lady Florkner is unfastened and helped to her feet. We hold each former up, covered in cum and welt. Her titties still welted and aching, the nipples bruised. Her jam loose and cum running down her legs. Both maw bruised and battered. My fresh cum painted and running over her side. My welts across my ass and I also feel the torn ass gap as I move to assist my lady stand. Completely expose inside and out is what I feel the most…for Lady Florkner and myself. The guards and handmaiden in the way are smiling at each early. 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 calmness. Our handmaid have been summoned and enter the elbow room to our revulsion. Having them see us like this is beyond a thou deaths. We are handed our wearing apparel and escorted out of the elbow room gameness and walking stiffly, sobbing quietly. The posture drive home in the morning is going to be torment .