A stream of cum oozes from the gaping hole and drips down over her pussy. I shake my head in disbelief 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 two strokes and then hear the Queen call “Stop.” In relief, I step back. “Release her neck and hands and let her up, but keep her legs bound.
” The Queen orders. One of the guards who has already had a turn unties her upper body. “Tie her hands behind her back,” Queen Witkens commands.
The guard does as instructed and in this position my wife’s breast are on full display. Licking her lips the queen instructs me, “Lord Florkner, paint those breasts red by flogging them.” In dismay, I hear her words but cannot move.
“Now!” The queens roar echos off the walls. Wishing for death, I step up and bring the whip down over her naked titties.
Tears streaming down her an my face, I see her flinch and beg me to stop. “One”, I hear the guard count. The flogger swings again and I watch the angry welts begin to form.
Her nipples hard, her flesh reddening and glistening with her tears. I must have blanked because I hear the number eleven called. Looking at the carnage, I see so many welts, some of them slightly bleeding.
Again, the leather crashes over her swollen breasts and finally “twelve, my queen” reverberates around the room.
The last guard steps up and unties her hands from behind her back and ties them back down to the bench. He is already hard and his cock in intimidating.
My wife sees it and wails loudly. Stepping up behind my lady, the queen clears her throat. “Pick 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 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 hard and deep into her on the first plunge, he enjoys hearing her distress. Grabbing the wooden handles for leverage he brutally fucks her exit hole.
I see some blood on his shaft as he slides in and out roughly. Screaming for mercy, my lady cries out again and again. He uses this for more inspiration and pushes deeper, making the ropes strain that are holding her down.
Plunging in and out, faster and harder….he finally pushes one last hard thrust, moving the bench a full 12 inches from the force….his cock erupts a load deep into her.
He pulls out quickly and steps back to look upon his handiwork. Her gaping hole is bleeding slightly and pink cum drips from that opening. Slapping her on the ass hard, he laughs and tells her what a fantastic 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 looks at me and says “an assault on the queens guard is like an assault on the queen herself.
” I look over to my wife and see her body covered in welts, tears, dried cum, and now blood and cum leaking from her holes. “12 lashes remain, my queen”. One of the guards states.
“Bring him to the foot of the throne”, Queen Witkens commands. The guards roughly push me towards the queen. I am pushed to my hands and knees in front of the queen, her legs still open and her dress up.
Face to face with her pussy, 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 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 comfortable thing I have ever felt but the in and out motion continues. The queen orders one of the guards to untie Lady Florkner’s hands so that she can watch her husband. At that point the wooden shaft begins to fuck fiercely.
I feel the burning, the pain, I moan and grunt but it is muffled by the queens pussy lips. She grabs my head and pushes 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 moment and I suck in oxygen as the wood cock is pushed deeper. Groaning I put my head back to the queens wet pussy and desperately try to finish her off. The 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 display for anyone to see. I feel the cool air around it.
“Guard, 12 lashes are still missing.” The queen 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 gaping ass hole is whipped for a second time. Screaming, I begin to bring my face from her hungry pussy and she pushes me back in.
Moving her hips so that her pussy soaks my face in her flowing juices. 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 queen begins to shudder and cry out in pleasure. Her climax lasts a surprising amount of time and as the guard calls out twelve she releases me from her grasp. Tuffs of hair still in her fingers from pulling me into her so hard.
Basking in her moment she enjoys the scene before her. My queen to my dismay 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 wince and cry out for it was the hardest yet.
“Thirteen”, the guard calls from behind me. After a full twenty seconds the queen calls out “again”. I hear it, and then feel it.
The sting, the fire, the lash lands again in the same place as before. Wailing and wincing I struggle to maintain composure as the queen breaths deeply. “Fourteen”, the guard calls as I fall flat to the floor, no longer able 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 lessons are best experienced, for your final task, you go to Lady Florkner and I want to watch 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 lips and tongue work in ways I have never felt before and after some effort on her part, I am at full salute. “Do it”, the queen hisses.
I enter my wife’s bruised and battered pussy and being to slowly fuck it. “Harder”, the queen screams. I begin to go harder, but still it is not enough.
The guards place my hands on the wooden handles for leverage 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 thrust 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 sink my shaft all the way into her back passage.