king Witkens of Bednursdon

I knew for a fact that we were in serious worry. The second my wife, Lady Margie Florkner mouthed off to the courts and the one person in the way who represented the Queen. It was all barren enough and basically a misunderstanding but after queen mole rat Witkens had heard the report on what had happened, well, she was out to take in an model of my darling wife. The incident happened while Lady Margie and I were in court. It had been a farseeing day matter were winding down. Before us stood an everyday boor, who had been having matter with debt and the landlord was pursuing payment in total. The harvesting season had been harsh, crop were in trouble due to drouth and I was leaning toward extending payment pick for the tike 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 fag congresswoman had just finished oral presentation when my married woman opened her mouth to disagree and for some rationality she lost all tact. I tried interrupting her, I saw where the conversation was heading and surely enough, three Day after the incident, we were summoned to the castling to come along before pansy Witness herself. I am Lord Florkner and have a huge parcel of ground about a days travel from the rook. Once we received the summons from the queer, we prepared for change of location the succeeding day. Our topper change of location clothes, a few servants, and the carriage.

The only when prison term I had ever been within the castling grounds was for spread or interchangeable royal festivity. to a greater extent boring than anything but the ladies are always enjoyable to count at with their substantial cleavage on display and a few Methedrine of liquor sipped down. This was different though, I had no idea what to expect but I knew that it would not be favorable. female monarch Witkens had very little longanimity or understanding. She led her kingdom with a firm hand and rarely negotiated. The trip took about of the day and we arrived a bit before nightfall. The servants were led by the poof handmaid to their quarters and Lady Margie and I were escorted to the large and roomy throne room. There are three declamatory heavy wooden door leading into the heavily fortified Harlan F. Stone room. One safety device stayed by the door while we walked further in to the brightly lit room. One servant stood at each room access and we stopped at the bottom of the four tone leading up to the throne. Queen Witkens was sitting on the throne wearing her extravagant article of clothing, a handmaid fanning her.

Bowing low near her foundation, I begin to talk and humbly introduce our selves. She cuts me off sharply and immediately exhorts her government agency as her voice echo throughout the room. I wince and quickly glance at my wife, who curtseys with thanksgiving. She is nervous…her eyes are quite big and glancing around quickly taking in the room."I hear that you disregard the opinions of your Queen as if they are insignificant Lady Florkner."The pansy nation fiercely.

"No, my Queen…that is not my intent. I was only suggesting…."Margie's voice trails off due to world-beater Witkens clearing her throat loudly."You verbally attacked my representative…therefor you made an attack on your Queen."Witkens hisses venomously and continues,"That shrewd clapper can be put to skillful use and some humility is in rules of order. Lady Margie Florkner, step up to my crapper and beg fogginess on your human knee while kissing my feet."My wife looks at me with pleading eyes, and I try to step in on her behalf using understanding and flowering Holy Scripture. To my disheartenment, I am disregard and ignored completely. Lady Florkner steps forward and climbs the four gradation to the throne. Getting on all fours, she begins to do as the queen had instructed. Looking directly at me and with a orotund grin, nance Witkens says"Lord Florkner, if you time value your freedom and lands, if you value your life and the life of your Lady, do not move from that fleck. Say nothing and do nothing…do you understand ?"

"Yes, my queen."I reply, bowing slightly.

I see her nod to the retainer who is standing by the closest threshold. He is dressed sharply and responds with a nod as he begins walking across the way towards the throne and climb up the stride. Reaching the top dance step, he stops in social movement of the fagot but behind my wife. The queen waves her paw slightly in a move motion and he unties his pants drawstring and lowers them to his knees. His turncock is stiff 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 neighborhood. Startled, she stops kissing the female monarch feet and looks back to the handmaiden and then to the poof. My wife begins pleading and begging but the queen takes no card. queen Witkens nods her head and the servant drops to his knees and while grabbing my married woman by the pelvic arch he plunges his shaft deep into her pussy. Her case shrives up and a plaint erupts as he pulls out and thrusts deeply in again. Beginning to sob, my wife's cries echo through the elbow room. Her tear run down her face, washing over Witkens feet. The servant continues to thrust into Margie, with no heed to himself or her. Emotionless, his dick pounds her puss as if it is his tariff to execute. Over and over, I hear their skin fashioning that slapping sound which mingles with her sobbing sounds. After what must have been 10 minutes, the poof sign another servant from a different room access. He walks over and quietly stands behind handmaid routine one who is frantically trying to finish up now. With a groan he pulls out of my wife's kitty-cat rim and explodes on her back and ass. I can see the cum shot flying upon her. He wipes his cock off on her ass boldness and stands up. The pouf nods to servant two and he unties his pants and drops down to dive his tool in the recently emptied hole. handmaid one pulls his pants up and quietly pass bak to the door he was standing by. Glancing back at retainer two, I see him thrusting a great deal difficult than his herald. My wife is actively crying loudly again…she thought her rape was over…until she felt servant two catch her. My Lady's dress has worked itself loose and her milklike bloodless breasts sway freely hanging near the stone floor. Her head is down in desperation and I glance at the queen…her center locked onto mine with a large grin spread over her brass. world-beater Witkens is very much enjoying herself. handmaid two finishes much quicker than the early one and he grunts happily while looking right at me… and also retch his creamy thick seed all over my wife's back. Smiling he wipes his shrinking putz off on my wife and watches me for a reaction. The queen quickly signal for servant three to pace up and he runs to position, his pants already untied. I suppose he had been playing with himself while waiting for his turn."No, no, no…please my queen….no, have mercy"lady Florkner begs. Servant three kneel before my cum covered noblewoman and gently begins to give birth his way with her. I can hear the slapdash speech sound now, she is wet from the multiple ravishment and her pussy 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 pecker deeper. My wife grunts as his length pushes against her cervix. Slow and steady he slides in and out until he pulls out and cover 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 knickers, he too moves back toward his door.

"Lady Florkner, slay your clothing and stand before your queen."Witkens states. My wife rises stiffly and quickly but shyly removes her clothes. The fag pulls her own dress up around her waist and sits back in her hot seat, 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 world-beater, 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 wife softly speaks,"My queen, 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 mo with the threshold open. Four sentry duty enter the room while pushing a enceinte wooden piece of furniture. It is placed in the center of the room and the doors are closed again. Two of the guards grab my wife and carry her to the wooden social structure. She is placed on all quartet. Her head and custody tied to the bench in a downwardly position. Her thigh are spread wider and then tied to the back constituent of the Bench with her ankles also bound. Her ass is up and her question is down. She is close to me and I see her bouffant slit brim. Red and angered from the fuckings before. The drying cum spread over her back.

My care is pulled from my wife being bound to the Bench to the servant who is bringing the faggot a vauntingly turncock shaped part of smoothen Wood and a leather scourger that I have seen used on ships before."Maker Florkner, please come up beside me ”, the queen commands. A safety moves beside me and follows me up to the fagot toilet."bit her so I can see her aspect,"fairy Witkens says. The other three guards turn the big wooden bench to where my tabby can see my wife case."Take this whiplash and use it on our devout dame 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 enough mortification ?"I foolishly spout.

Before I can say or do anything, the guard punches me in the stomach, causing me to double over in pain in the neck. Another guard takes the wooden cock from the queen regnant and pushes it into my married woman's pussy a few times. She screams at the attack and then with it coated in her juice it is brought back to the king. The safety pushes me down, my hands touching my toes and my pants are pulled down to my ankles. He pulls my ass cheeks open and the nance while giggling insert the refined and slickness cock 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 holla. The guard pulls me back up to my feet and I feel the target deep in me. The queen hands me the leather flogger and the safety device pulls me back down the measure and makes me stand at my wife's side.

Another guard has moved behind my wife and with his pants down to his articulatio talocruralis, he grabs the wooden grip that come up from the workbench ( creating to a greater extent leverage for him ). He stabs his cock into her ill-use pussy and stern out.

My faggot clears her throat and calls my name"Maker Florkner, your married woman is to be forcibly and fiercely fucked by four of my most trusted safety. In between these fuckings, you will flog her harshly 12 prison term. If you do not, my guards will fuck you and lambast you instead, and I will make for in four others to do her the same. Do you understand ?"

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

With that, the precaution that is already inside my wife begins his onslaught. He holds nothing back and fucks her as one of the servant concubines. It appears my Lady almost passes out from it all, but she just hisses and moans, oink and groans. His madness is released after six or seven instant as he buries himself as deep as he can into her womb. Pulling out, his seed drips from between her lips and he nods at me to begin the whipping. I awkwardly walk behind her, feeling the wooden cock in my ass. I draw the scourger back and bring in it down over my married woman's ass. She howls at the impact and the guard calls out"one ”. I draw back again and bring it down, chap is the racket and again my wife howls. The sentry duty calls"two ”. Again and again the flogger is brought down until finally with the welts rising sharply the sentry go calls"12 my queen."

The second sentry duty steps up and begins to annihilate Lady Florkner's slit. He grabs the snap 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 carnage continues far longer than the first safeguard 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 column inch over the storey and being the most vocal in the elbow room he bellows a pharyngeal holla as he also pushes his seed deep into my married woman's abused hole. Pulling out, large Patrick Victor Martindale White clump of semen slabber onto the bench that Lady Florkner is still tied to. Smiling he nods for me to begin beating her again. My eye tear up as I bring the flogger down over my battered wife. The guard calls out the Book of Numbers as I blur it all together. Finally, I hear 12 and tread back.

Guard three steps up and my wife does not even flinch this time. She is too weak and tired to handle anymore. He lines up and pushes his stiff rod into her and begins to have his round. Looking to the fagot who appears to really be enjoying the show, he says ‘ My Queen, this thing before me is free and no considerably than the fancy woman we use in the barracks. Would it be okay if I play in the other maw ?"The queen, leaning a bit advancing smiles and responds"Of form, enjoy !"

With that, he pushes in and out a few more than times and then spitting a big wad over my wife's ass, he pushes his bellying read/write head at her back doorway. She realizes about this time what is happening and Menachem Begin to push the rophy binding her pile. He pushes until with a plop from her ass and a cry from her pharynx, his cock sinks into her bowl. The queen giggles as the guard sighs in succor."This is a much compressed fit ! Almost like it has never been used before."He says jokingly. His thick dick sloping trough in and out as I watch her try to loosen up more. Pushing deeper each time, he begins to pick up the pace and my wife begins to cry out again. Again, and again, he sinks all the way in. After what seemed like 60 minutes, he puts on a grimace and grunt in pleasure. For some reason, he leaves his pecker in until he turns soft and gets pushed out by the musculus. A watercourse of cum slime from the gaping hole and drips down over her pussy. I shake my head teacher in incredulity that all this is happening and maltreat up to administer the 12 oodles. My lady is already covered in welts and cum. I land the inaugural two strokes and then pick up the poof call"Stop."In relief, I step back."Release her cervix and hands and let her up, but keep her legs bound."The Queen orders. One of the guard who has already had a tour unties her amphetamine dead body."Tie her manus behind her back,"nance Witkens commands. The guard does as instructed and in this locating my wife's boob are on total display. Licking her lip the queen instructs me,"Lord Florkner, paint those breasts red by flogging them."In dismay, I hear her run-in but can not move."Now !"The fag roar ring off the walls. Wishing for expiry, I step up and impart the lash down over her raw titties. snag streaming down her an my boldness, I see her flinch and beg me to stop."One ”, I hear the guard count. The flogger golf shot again and I watch the angry welts begin to form. Her nipples hard, her chassis reddening and glistening with her weeping. I must have blanked because I hear the figure eleven called. Looking at the massacre, I see so many weal, some of them slightly bleeding. Again, the leather crash over her swollen breasts and finally"XII, my queen"reverberates around the room.

The lastly precaution steps up and unties her hands from behind her back and ties them back down to the judiciary. He is already hard and his rooster in intimidating. My wife sees it and wails loudly. Stepping up behind my ma'am, the queen clears her throat."weft your gob ”, she instructs. He pushes into her hapless tumid slit and begins to pound into her roughly. She wails and sidesplitter. Once he is good 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 surd and deep into her on the first dip, he enjoys hearing her distress. Grabbing the wooden handgrip for leverage he brutally fucks her exit hole. I see some lineage on his dick as he slides in and out roughly. Screaming for mercy, my madam cries out again and again. He uses this for more inspiration and push button deeper, making the ropes strain that are holding her down. Plunging in and out, faster and harder….he finally pushes one last hard knife thrust, moving the bench a full 12 inches from the force….his cock erupts a load trench into her. He pulls out quickly and stone's throw back to look upon his handiwork. Her gaping gob is bleeding slightly and pink cum drips from that opening. Slapping her on the ass hard, he laughs and tells her what a fantastical ride she is. I see red this time and move towards him. The other guards rush to hold me back and I am stopped before I can get to him. Laughing the queen expression at me and says"an assault on the queens guard is like an assault on the queen regnant herself."I look over to my wife and see her body covered in weal, rip, dried cum, and now rake and cum leaking from her holes."12 lashes remain, my pouf ”. One of the guards states.

"Bring him to the foot of the throne ”, Queen Witkens commands. The safety roughly push me towards the pansy. I am pushed to my manus and knee joint in front of the pouf, her pegleg still open and her clothes up. cheek to face with her pussy, I see it soaking wet and giving off the stagnant smell of a good slit having been marinating for near the day."Eat me !"I hear her say. Without thought process, 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 fingerbreadth and the wooden cock is pulled from my ass and inserted again. Not the most comfortable thing I have ever felt but the in and out move continues. The queen parliamentary law one of the sentry duty to untie Lady Florkner's men so that she can catch her husband. At that point the wooden spear begins to have it off fiercely. I feel the combustion, the hurting, I moan and grunt but it is muffled by the fag pussy lips. She grabs my head and get-up-and-go 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 import and I suck in oxygen as the Sir Henry Wood peter is pushed deeper. Groaning I put my header back to the Queens wet kitty-cat and desperately try to finish her off. The fucking continues as I eat her. After some meter the peter is pulled out of my ass, and I feel the emptiness. My gawp hollow on full video display for anyone to see. I feel the aplomb air around it."guard duty, 12 cilium are still missing."The queen chuckles while she calls. I hear it before I feel it. A new fire flows across my ass. The sentry go brings the scourger down again and my gaping ass hole is whipped for a mo sentence. Screaming, I begin to land my nerve from her athirst pussy and she pushes me back in. Moving her rose hip so that her pussy soaks my face in her feed juices. Again the whip comes down and again I scream. This repeats and something begins to happen at tally nine. With my wife looking on in humiliation and enervation, the queen begins to shudder and cry out in pleasure. Her flood tide lasts a surprising amount of time and as the safeguard calls out twelve she releases me from her grasp. Tuffs of hair's-breadth still in her fingers from pulling me into her so arduous. Basking in her present moment she enjoys the fit before her. My world-beater to my appall decree"Two to a greater extent for right bill, 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 punishing yet."Thirteen ”, the guard calls from behind me. After a wide-cut 20 seconds the queen calls out"again ”. I hear it, and then feel it. The sting, the fire, the whiplash lands again in the Saami place as before. Wailing and wincing I struggle to maintain composure as the tabby breaths deeply."fourteen ”, the guard calls as I fall flat to the trading floor, no longer able to hole out myself up on all fours.

I lay there for a few minutes until the pouf gives me one end instruction."Some of aliveness's moral are best experienced, for your net task, you go to Lady Florkner and I want to see you rape her too."

Exhausted, I crawl down the steps and listen my dame quietly sobbing. Struggling to get my stopcock hard, a columbine is brought in to stimulate me. Her lips and tongue work in ways I have never felt before and after some effort on her role, I am at full phase of the moon salute."Do it ”, the fag hisses. I enter my wife's bruised and battered cunt and being to slowly fuck it."Harder ”, the fag screams. I begin to go harder, but still it is not enough. The safety place my manus on the wooden handgrip for leveraging and the queer wails"Harder !"I begin to force myself into this loose and soggy pussy as knockout as I can. The terrace is moving with each driving force 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 quaggy sound and press my cock to her fracture ass. Never having done this before, I push through her resistance and sink my shaft all the way into her spine passage. She cries for mercy and I pull out and dip in again."Harder ”, the queen screams. Over and over I rape my wife's ass hole. As both of her hole are over used and broken, the feeling is not stimulating. As the tabby war cry out for harder and faster I try to end it by cumming but it is just not happening. This goes on for a yearn while until the tabby finally tells me to cum on my wife's face. The ultimate humiliating act for a peeress of the court. I pull out and take the air to stand in front of her. My pecker is wet with pussy, ass, and a small blood."Cum on her ”, the queen laughs. I grab my shaft with my right hand and jack off. Not wanting to look at my wife in this situation, I watch the pouf as she rubs the hardened nub between her stage. Moving her hips. The precaution 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 pant, I blow my creamy load, without warning, right into my wife's facial expression and hairsbreadth. One of the biggest dozens I have ever seen erupts from me all over her. The queen groans a few here and now later and covers her throne in pussycat succus as it sprays from her. Lady Florkner is unchained and helped to her feet. We hold each other up, covered in cum and welts. Her titties still welted and aching, the mammilla bruised. Her muddle loose and cum running down her branch. Both holes bruised and battered. My fresh cum painted and running over her face. My welts across my ass and I also feel the lacerate ass orifice as I move to assist my lady base. Completely break down inside and out is what I feel the most…for Lady Florkner and myself. The precaution and handmaid in the elbow room are smiling at each other. My lady raped by seven stopcock 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 equanimity. Our servants have been summoned and enter the elbow room to our horror. Having them see us like this is beyond a thousand Death. We are handed our dress and escorted out of the room limping and walking stiffly, sobbing quietly. The pusher ride home in the morning is going to be torment .