She cries for mercy and I pull out and plunge in again. “Harder”, the queen screams. Over and over I rape my wife’s ass hole.
As both of her holes are over used and broken, the feeling is not stimulating. As the queen 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 queen finally tells me to cum on my wife’s face.
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 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 queen as she rubs the hardened nub between her legs.
Moving her hips. The guards 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 wife’s face and hair.
One of the biggest loads I have ever seen erupts from me all over her. The queen groans a few moments later and covers her throne in pussy juice as it sprays from her. Lady Florkner is untied and helped to her feet.
We hold each other up, covered in cum and welts. Her titties still welted and aching, the nipples 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 welts 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 Lady Florkner and myself. The guards and servants in the room are smiling at each other. 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 servants have been summoned and enter the room to our horror.
Having them see us like this is beyond a thousand deaths. We are handed our clothes and escorted out of the room limping and walking stiffly, sobbing quietly. The carriage ride home in the morning is going to be torture.