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Chapter 6 – Cum-uppance
There are disadvantages to sleeping in the raw. Queen Rowena awoke with a start as the bedcovers were peeled off her nude body.
King Ethelred grinned down at her while strong hands grasped her wrists and ankles, spread-eagling her naked figure for his delectation. He gestured at the bodies of her guards, slumped in pools of their own blood by the open doors to her bedchamber.
"I fired your guards for incompetence."
He eyed her nude form appreciatively.
"Not bad for an old broad!"
Queen Rowena glared up at him.
"You! What in God's name do you think you're doing?"
He gestured at Princess Gwendolyn, grinning wolfishly at his side.
"I'm reclaiming my future Queen! Your careless, sleepy-head guards weren't alert enough to be aware of a stealthy attack in the night by battle-hardened men. Taking it all by stealth and avoiding a long siege means that I get all the goodies in your kingdom intact."
He grinned down at the panting naked Queen.
"You are included amongst the 'intact' goodies, although I don't intend for you to remain intact for long!"
Princess Gwendolyn was cheerfully informative.
"King Ethelred wants to cement his conquest of your kingdom."
By now, Princess Gwendolyn was totally shameless. She pulled up her skirt and deftly excreted two steaming turds by Rowena's head while Ethelred removed his conical iron helmet. The links in his ringmail shirt tinkled musically while he pulled up on it and his undershirt. He dropped his leather pants to reveal his thick, gnarled, dripping knob. He grabbed one of the Royal turds and stuffed it up Rowena's cunt for lubrication. Rowena opened her mouth to shriek in outrage and Gwendolyn picked up the second turd and rammed it between Rowena's gaping lips. She clamped her hand over Rowena's lips to seal in the goodness while Ethelred mounted his squirming conquest.
Queen Rowena bucked and writhed as Ethelred, an older man, pumped long and hard. Gwendolyn could feel the heat of Rowena's vomit surging futilely against the palm of her hand as she kept her hand resolutely pressed against Rowena's snuffling, choking face. She grinned as Ethelred unloaded copiously.
"It's important for a Queen to be a real performer. I tried my best to make her a satisfactory ride for your majesty."
Ethelred gently removed her palm from Rowena's face so she could spew freely after he decunted. They spoke romantically while, eyes watering, Rowena yorked up messily on the bed.
"You've done a superb job, my sweet. However, we don't want Rowena to choke to death. She has lots of entertainment value left in her."
Life as a scum-sucking bottom dweller had given Gwendolyn a thirst for power and a thorough appreciation of humiliation techniques. The romantic couple watched with interest, holding hands affectionately as Ethelred's troops rubbed Rowena's face in a pool of her own puke and shit. The young princess gazed adoringly at Ethelred, her cornflower blue eyes agleam with the fanatical personal loyalty that a strong, protective warrior can command in a fearsomely force-fucked female.
"You are so wise, my future husband."
It occurred to Ethelred that her recent misadventures had made her an ideal mate for a man of his admittedly coarse, violent tastes. His interest in an innocent, naive beauty was close to zero, not that any beauty stayed innocent and naïve for long while he was around. He kissed her affectionately.
"I have an early wedding present for you, but it's in the dungeon. You have to keep it a secret."
Gwendolyn arched her eyebrows inquisitively.
"Ooooo! Sounds like some mysterious fun!"
In the hallway outside the Queen's bedchamber, Lady Charlotte was naked on her knees giving knob jobs to a line-up of soldiers. Duchess Merriweather stood over her making sure that she sucked down every last pearly drop of oyster juice. Obediently, Lady Charlotte run a slim finger along the underside of the grinning soldier's dick to squeeze out the last milky white bubble of man oil. As it glistened, quivering liquidly atop his pee hole, she licked it off with her pretty pink tongue. Her Adams apple bobbed up and down in her pale white throat as she gulped down the slimy ooze. Ethelred slapped Duchess Merriweather on the rump playfully as they left.
"I have the Duchess to thank for making this possible. She supplied complete plans for the castle and also arranged for the drugging of the food served in tonight's feast."
Gwendolyn expressed her most sincere gratitude to the Duchess.
"I will do for you whatever I can. You have my word."
Merriweather glanced into the bedchamber to see Rowena, forced to her knees and bent face-down over the side of the bed, having her outraged face scrubbed vigorously in puke and shit, while opening her rectum for King Ethelred's men.
"Oh, I'm getting my reward while we speak."
King Ethelred laughed.
"Perhaps you would care to stay and suggest a few things? My men are hereby commanded to be most obliging!"
The Duchess chortled merrily as Lady Charlotte's head bobbed diligently beside her, slurping obscenely on a thickly veined penis. The Duchess looked around inquiringly.
"Do any of you men have to pee? If so, Queen Rowena has some thirsty work ahead of her! Later, a good pig's blood enema will refresh her bowels! The woman's full of shit and needs a thorough cleansing!"
A few minutes later, Princess Gwendolyn and King Ethelred were standing arm-in-arm looking down through a grating in the dungeon floor, watching Queen Morgana fighting off the rats while standing up to her armpits in the brackish water of the leech pit. Ethelred was chattily informative as they watched the Queen struggle to fend off the starving rats diving viciously at her face.
"Duchess Merriweather gave us her route and we intercepted the good Queen on the road. Her face has been rubbed with cheese to make it much more attractive to the poor starving rats and her underwear has been removed to give the leeches freer access. It must be difficult for the poor woman to decide whether to keep her hands clamped between her legs or over her face."
Gwendolyn nodded thoughtfully. As Ethelred had anticipated, her recent experiences allowed her to fully savour and enjoy all the nuances of her future husband's ruthless depravity. Gwendolyn delighted him with her instant grasp of the possibilities.
"After the rats get finished gnawing on her face, and those big parasitic leeches are finished sucking on her guts, we could have her entertain the lepers at the leper colony. By then, she'll be their sort of woman."
Ethelred was admiring.
"I like the way you think! We'll just tell your father that she was contaminated by lepers while foolishly taking a shortcut through the colony."
Gwendolyn looked at Ethelred roguishly.
"Do we have to wait until the marriage to consummate our relationship?"
She batted her eyes coyly as they headed up to find a bedchamber.
"I know lots of tricks!"
It turned out that King Ethelred could indeed appreciate an experienced young woman.
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