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Chapter 9 – A Royal Bitch
Gwendolyn stared into Rowena's glazed eyes. There was nothing much left alive in there. The woman had been stripped, whipped, beaten, gang raped and broiled in the sun long and hard. The older woman obviously lacked the stamina and resilience of the much younger Gwendolyn. Deeply withdrawn, the traumatised ex-Queen seemed barely aware of her surroundings. With the supreme self-confidence of youth, Gwendolyn was certain that she could snap the old bitch back to reality and please her husband-to-be at the same time.
King Ethelred liked to receive intimate trophies taken as a tribute from his unwilling conquests.
Rowena screamed as her nipples were nailed to the board. She blubbered, dancing frantically on tiptoe as guards lifted the board to eye level, stretching her tits from her chest. Her mind fully engaged once more, Rowena shrieked high and hard as a keen-edged dagger was sawed delicately back and forth, cutting across the base of her teats like a line of searing fire. Lifted by the impaling nails, her nipples were peeled slowly and agonizingly from her breasts as the slowly sawing blade bit into her flesh.
The guards handed the board to the Royal Cabinet-maker so that Queen Rowena's severed nipples could be attractively framed and displayed in a small glass trophy case.
Queen Rowena's nude body was hustled over to the Royal Physician's X-shaped operating table. Wrist and ankle cuffs held her spread-eagled and helpless while the old Doctor worked his magic. An old hand at nipple removal, he skilfully stitched Rowena's teat-less breasts shut, using lots of small stitches, so that they would present a smooth, albeit nipple-less, appearance when healed.
Gwendolyn gestured at Lady Charlotte. The pretty young sycophant stepped forward eagerly, anxious to curry favour with the new regime.
Time to take trophy number two.
Lady Charlotte knelt at Queen Rowena's crotch. Rowena's forcibly parted thighs quivered against her ears as she went to work. The mouth whore's pretty pink tongue worked skilfully, licking and delving teasingly between Rowena's reluctantly distended labia, winkling the canoe driver out of hiding. When she was finished, Queen Rowena's canoe driver was standing erect, quivering at the back of his labial 'canoe'. Rowena trembled on the very verge of orgasm, breathing hard and sobbing hoarsely. The sexually excited, near-orgasmic Queen watched the slowly approaching serpette (a short knife with a gleaming curved blade used for pruning) with horrified, yet lustfully yearning, eyes.
The Royal Doctor performed the labial removal and cliterdectomy with a nimble-fingered dexterity that exhibited a wealth of experience. Her sexual excitement dulled the agony somewhat. On the other hand, we are speaking of an area rich in nerve endings. Queen Rowena shrieked continuously throughout the operation as he deftly kept the pain to just barely manageable levels so that she wouldn't pass out. Her bloodshot eyes bulged in horror, staring unbelievingly at her crotch as her genitals were bloodily excised. Snot drooled from her nostrils, mixing with her spittle as scream after scream was ripped from her straining, tightly corded throat.
At last the old Doctor with the flowing white hair was finished. He carefully laid her cuntlips and clit, neatly removed in one piece, on the board between her nipples for inclusion in the trophy case.
Rowena blubbered hoarsely as he salted the wound to staunch the bleeding, took a needle and thread and stitched shut her most intimate orifice, closing it forever. Her days of sexual pleasure were finished beyond any possibility of revival.
An older man with occasional erectile difficulties, the Doctor hurried away with his new assistant/mouth whore, Lady Charlotte. Knowing her place and very anxious to keep it, she wanted to strike while the iron was hot. Judging from the bulge in his trousers, his iron was definitely hot.
Gwendolyn stared coolly into Rowena's twitching face. The haunted eyes of a deeply wounded animal looked back. Satisfied with what she saw, Gwendolyn turned her over to the King Ethelred's Beastmaster.
His specialty was converting the men and women who got into King Ethelred's way into hideous, stomach churning monstrosities that would no longer be a threat to the King or anyone else. Rowena fainted repeatedly as he went to work on her flesh with his sharp carving knife. Each time she awoke to find a new horror inflicted on her. He started in on Rowena's once-arrogant face, slicing off her nose and cutting her ears into sharply pointed dog-ears. He sliced off her eyebrows. Inserting the blade between her lips, he cut back from the corner of her mouth to the hinge of her jaw along each side, slicing off a strip of flesh to expose her teeth in a ghastly permanent grin.
He cut her Achilles tendons. Her ankles would no long support her, forcing her to crawl on her knees forever after.
He released her from the X-shaped table. He forced each arm up high behind her back, forcing it higher and higher until he heard the bone crack. He skinned the palms of her hands, forced her broken arms behind her back and placing them palm-to-palm. Taking a needle and thread, he stitched each finger and thumb to its opposite number so her two hands would grow together behind her.
Taking her to the Royal kennels, he locked her in a cage with her new playmate. Belial, the mastiff, was overjoyed to see her. Thirty-two inches at the shoulder, the massive fighting dog showed her his new trick. Knocking her flat on her nipple-less tits, he joyously mounted her from behind using the only hole available. The knot at the base of his penis swelled to lock it in place inside her ass hole. Rowena bounced like a rag doll as he scrubbed the floor with his new bitch, humping hard, drooling down the back of her neck.
Gwendolyn and Ethelred watched in satisfaction.
"It looks like Rowena has found a new friend. A woman with her looks can't be choosy. My God, he's a horny brute, though."
Gwendolyn nudged him playfully.
"You should talk!"
"Are you complaining?"
She slipped her hands inside his pants and snaked her tongue into his mouth.
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