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Chapter 2 - A Royal Workout
At the end of a roasting hot day, Princess Gwendolyn sobbed in gratitude as the soldiers extracted her nude body from the sweatbox. Every few hours, she had been graciously granted the opportunity to suck back as much of a bucket of piss as her severely dehydrated body could handle. Thoroughly marinated in urine, her bright red skin glistened with a sheen of oily perspiration.
Queen Rowena's voice reflected a mocking sympathy.
"Your skin looks quite painful. You definitely need a cooling bath."
Before a dazed Gwendolyn could gather what thoughts remained in her deep fried brain, she found herself hoisted up by strong hands gripping her delicate wrists and slim ankles. She was carried, stark naked, spread-eagled in mid-air between the guards, into the stable and plopped into a deep trough filled with horse turds moistened by generous quantities of strong-smelling horse piss.
Her pretty head was pushed under as the stable hands went to work, pushing her down, making sure that she was fully submerged, completely bemerded from her pretty head to her dainty little toes. The strong stable hands groped her thoroughly, working horseshit into every opening and crevice of her young squirming body. They enthusiastically massaged it onto her tits. They worked it between her toes. Horseshit was slathered onto her crotch and buns. They worked it into her hair and smeared it onto every part of her pretty face. Her head was pulled up out of the trough. She parted her lips to gasp for air and scream as obscenely probing fingers pushed shit deep into her cunt. A handful of shit slapped into her gaping mouth rewarded her shrieks. Thoroughly revolted, she spat it out in disgust. Before she could gasp in any air, her head was shoved under again. She breathed in two deep lungfuls of horseshit and began to choke violently.
Laughing, the stable hands hoisted her out and threw her down on the hard stone floor. In a Medieval version of the Heimlich Manoeuvre, a helpful fist was buried in her diaphragm. Pinned by her wrists and ankles on her back on the stone floor, her exposed belly was pummelled pitilessly. Her wrists and ankles were released. Curling into a foetal ball, the gagging princess forcefully ejected large quantities of fecal matter from her lungs. She was allowed a few moments to commune with the contents of her stomach and lungs.
Still coughing helplessly, the young princess was hoisted up by her wrists and ankles, carried onto the drawbridge and tossed into the moat. Unable to swim, she floundered wildly in stagnant water that contained all the effluent from the castle. When she had 'washed' herself in the cesspool to everyone's satisfaction and was on the verge of going down for the last time, the guards lowered a rope to her from the drawbridge. She grasped it desperately and they hauled her to shore.
Weak as a newborn kitten from her ordeal, Princess Gwendolyn was wiped dry. The Queen had her shackled upright, spread-eagled, stark naked, between two posts in the courtyard as darkness settled over the kingdom.
Queen Rowena retired to her chambers, instructing her servants to leave the bedroom unlit. She watched, smirking haughtily, from her darkened window over the courtyard as the peasants, lumpish clods little better than the beasts of the field, grimy, bemerded sons of the soil, crept into the courtyard and surrounded the helplessly exposed Princess Gwendolyn. No Lady would willingly consort with such lowborn brutes, preferring strong, clean-limbed men of good blood and noble ancestry.
Out of consideration for the supposedly sleeping queen, a strong farm boy clamped his massive mitt over Gwendolyn's mouth to keep her quiet as the first rapist entered her. The Queen nevertheless heard faint snuffling squeals as the filthy, lowborn rapist grunted rhythmically between highborn Gwendolyn's parted, lily-white thighs. A small keening cry could be heard as Gwendolyn was entered from behind with a slimy peasant turd used as a rectal lubricant.
A long line of lusty, strong-smelling sons of the soil quietly spent the night opening Gwendolyn's holes in the dark courtyard, knowing better than to disturb their Queen's sleep. Satisfied at the sight of the pale naked body struggling between a brace of peasant rapists in the moonlight, Queen Rowena eyed her lady-in-waiting.
"Aren't you a little over-dressed, Lady Charlotte?"
Lady Charlotte stripped for her Queen with alacrity, revealing a buxom body to complement her lovely face. She had no desire to experience any of the dubious delights awaiting those who displeased Queen Rowena. She dropped to her knees as the Queen lifted her skirt and buried her lovely face in the Queen's moist crotch.
Gang banging lusty lowlifes is exhausting work, but a rape toy's work is never done as long as there are horny perverts to be entertained. As a result, after a gruelling night spent rubbing up to strong-smelling sons of the soil, poor naked Gwendolyn found herself the next morning sweating away deep in the bowels of the dungeon.
Princess Diana winched a hogtied Princess Gwendolyn up a little higher until she was arching up nicely with her bare belly lightly brushing the floor. The rope extending upwards from the naked beauty's bound wrists and ankles stretched tautly to the ceiling. Princess Diana had jammed some of her soiled underwear into Gwendolyn's mouth and tied it in place with a silk scarf.
Princess Diana was Queen Rowena's oldest daughter, the utterly depraved product of generations of royal inbreeding. Her cruel eyes slitted evilly as she wiped one of her royal boogers onto the end of a broomstick handle.
"As we both know, a Princess should be decorous and demure."
She rammed the broomstick handle into Gwendolyn's aching fuckhole and stirred vigorously. Gwendolyn screamed into her filthy gag.
"I guess we're both falling down on the job!"
Diana sniggered as she hooked out another booger with one of her long scarlet fingernails and wiped it on the broomstick handle. She gargled a bit at the back of her throat and spat a viscous yellow wad of phlegm on top of the glistening dewdrop of Royal Snot. As Gwendolyn screamed her way through another invasive penetration and brisk reaming, Princess Diana pushed a ringlet of her golden blond hair out of her cornflower blue eyes and looked thoughtful.
"Everybody's been concentrating on opening your holes and stretching them in until they can accommodate even the most generously endowed lover. Your tits have been shamefully neglected!"
Leaving the broomstick handle buried deeply in Gwendolyn's inflamed fuckhole; she had two burly guards pull over a set of rollers used to flatten cloth sheets. She smiled brightly at a gibbering Gwendolyn.
"This machine is called a 'mangle'. Delightful name, eh?"
She provided helpful details.
"It's used for pressing cloth. Before it can be used, the rollers have to be heated up."
As the guards placed the iron rollers over the fire, Gwendolyn eyes stared up at her pleadingly. Princess Diana loved the look. It made her day. Although they hadn't warmed her tits yet, fair Gwendolyn was sweating heavily.
The guards, wearing heavy mittens, fitted the hot, smoking rollers onto the mangle. Diana picked up a pair of wooden tongs with one hand.
"I wouldn't want to burn my fingers!"
Her other hand dipped inside her dress. She began massaging her stiff clit.
She tweaked one of Gwendolyn's nipples with the tongs and fed it between the rollers as one of the guards helpfully turned the crank. She nipped the other nipple and fed it into the mangle as well. Red-faced and shrieking, Gwendolyn frantically arched her heaving torso as far back from the machine as she could, resisting desperately as her bare breasts were broiled and flattened between the hot rollers. Gradually, she was pulled in until her chest was pressed hard against the smoking rollers. Her breasts protruded from the other side, bulging obscenely.
Princess Diana was ecstatic, her face blissful as she worked her clit with both hands. The guards were feeling a bit frisky themselves as they toiled between the shamelessly masturbating princess and the naked one shrieking her brains out. A bit breathless, Princess Diana gave her next instruction.
"Lets reverse those puppies!"
The guards turned the handle the opposite way. Gwendolyn's battered and basted boobs were ground the other way. As soon as her poor pinched paps popped free of the rollers, her throbbing breasts instantly began swelling to obscene proportions. Between the bruising and the scorching, the near-bursting balloons on her chest were instantly catapulted to super blimp status.
Princess Diana gave the guards the nod. They fell on Gwendolyn like the rabid fuck freaks they were. She watched approvingly as they untied her, jerked out the broomstick handle and spread-eagled her on her back on the floor. The head guard fell on top of her, raping his way savagely into her fuck hole, grabbed Gwendolyn's grotesquely swollen tits with both hands and squeezed hard. Gwendolyn's bare bod bucked violently as she shrieked dementedly into her gag.
Princess Diana nodded approvingly.
"That's much better."
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