For the Queens Pleasure (With Audience Watching) by johncrinshaw1

Queen Witkens of BednursdonI knew for a fact that we were in serious trouble. The second my wife, Lady Margie Florkner mouthed off to the courts and the one person in the room who represented the Queen. It was all innocent enough and basically a misunderstanding but after Queen Witkens had heard the report on what had happened, well, she was out to make an example of my darling wife. The incident happened while Lady Margie and I were in court. It had been a long day things were winding down. Before us stood an everyday peasant, who had been having issues with debt and the landlord was pursuing payment in full. The harvest season had been rough, crops were in trouble due to drought and I was leaning toward extending payment 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 payment needing to be collected. The Queens representative had just finished speaking when my wife opened her mouth to disagree and for some reason she lost all tact. 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 Lord Florkner and have a vast parcel of lands about a days travel from the castle. Once we received the summons from the Queen, we prepared for travel the next day. Our best travel clothes, a few servants, and the carriage.

The only time I had ever been within the castle grounds was for banquets or similar royal celebrations. More boring than anything but the ladies are always enjoyable to look at with their substantial cleavage on display and a few glasses of liquor sipped down. This was different though, I had no idea what to expect but I knew that it would not be favorable. Queen Witkens had very little patience or understanding. She led her kingdom 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 Lady Margie and I were escorted to the large and spacious throne room. There are three large heavy wooden doors leading into the heavily fortified stone room. One guard stayed by the door 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 throne. Queen Witkens was sitting on the throne wearing her extravagant clothing, a servant fanning her.

Bowing low near her feet, I begin to speak and humbly introduce our selves. She cuts me off sharply and immediately exhorts her authority as her voice echos throughout the room. I wince and quickly glance at my wife, who curtseys with grace. She is nervous…her eyes are quite large 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 Queen states fiercely.

“No, my Queen…that is not my intent. I was only suggesting….” Margie’s voice trails off due to Queen Witkens clearing her throat 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 better use and some humility is in order. Lady Margie Florkner, step up to my throne and beg fogginess on your knees while kissing my feet.” My wife 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 climbs the four steps to the throne. Getting on all fours, she begins to do as the queen had instructed. Looking directly at me and with a large smile, Queen Witkens says “Lord Florkner, if you value your freedom and lands, if you value your life and the life of your Lady, do not move from that spot. Say nothing 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 door. He is dressed sharply and responds with a nod as he begins walking across the room towards the throne and climbs the steps. Reaching the top step, he stops in front of the queen but behind my wife. The queen waves her hand slightly in a proceed motion and he unties his pants drawstring and lowers them to his knees. His cock 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 regions. Startled, she stops kissing the queens feet and looks back to the servant and then to the queen. My wife begins pleading and begging but the queen takes no notice. Queen Witkens nods her head and the servant drops to his knees and while grabbing my wife by the hips he plunges his cock deep into her pussy. Her face shrives up and a wail erupts as he pulls out and thrusts deeply in again. Beginning to sob, my wife’s cries echo through the room. Her tears run down her face, washing over Witkens feet. The servant continues to thrust into Margie, with no regard to himself or her. Emotionless, his cock pounds her pussy as if it is his duty to fulfill. Over and over, I hear their skin making that slapping sound which mingles with her sobbing sounds. After what must have been 10 minutes, the Queen signals another servant from a different door. He walks over and quietly stands behind servant 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 cheeks and stands up. The queen nods to servant two and he unties his pants and drops down to plunge his cock in the recently emptied hole. Servant one pulls his pants up and quietly walks bak to the door he was standing by. Glancing back at servant two, I see him thrusting much harder than his predecessor. 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 loose and her milky white breasts 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 large grin spread over her face. Queen Witkens is very much enjoying herself. Servant two finishes much quicker than the other one and he grunts happily while looking right at me… and also spews his creamy thick seed all over my wife’s back. Smiling he wipes his shrinking cock off on my wife and watches me for a reaction. The queen quickly signals 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 turn. “No, no, no…please my queen….no, have mercy” Lady Florkner begs. Servant three kneels before my cum covered lady and gently begins to have his way with her. I can hear the sloppy sounds now, she is wet from the multiple assaults 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 cock deeper. My wife grunts as his length pushes against her cervix. 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, remove your clothing and stand before your queen.” Witkens states. My wife rises stiffly and quickly but shyly removes her clothes. The queen pulls her own dress 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 Queen Witkens. “I said, eat me!” Our queen screams.

My wife softly speaks, “My queen, I cannot 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 moments with the door open. Four guards enter the room while pushing a heavy 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 structure. She is placed on all fours. Her head and hands tied to the bench in a downward position. Her thighs are spread wider and then tied to the back part of the bench with her ankles also bound. Her ass is up and her head is down. She is close to me and I see her puffy pussy lips. Red and angered from the fuckings before. The drying cum spread over her back.

My attention is pulled from my wife being bound to the bench 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. “Lord Florkner, please come up beside me”, the queen commands. A guard moves beside me and follows me up to the queens throne. “Turn her so I can see her face,” Queen Witkens says. The other three guards turn the big wooden bench to where my queen can see my wife face. “Take this whip and use it on our dear Lady Florkner until I tell you she has had enough.” Queen Witkens smiling instructs me.

“I cannot beat her my queen, has she not suffered enough humiliation?” I foolishly spout.

Before I can say or do anything, the guard punches me in the stomach, causing me to double over in pain. Another guard takes the wooden cock from the queen 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 queen. The guard 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 queen while giggling inserts the polished and slick cock forcefully into my ass. I hear my wife crying but cannot acknowledge anything more than the fire in my ass. It burns and I let out a guttural bellow. The guard pulls me back up to my feet and I feel the object deep in me. The queen hands me the leather flogger and the guard pulls me back down the steps and makes me stand at my wife’s side.