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PRINCESS GWENDOLYN
In
THE CASTLE OF PAIN
By Llabmik
Chapter 7 – Sweating Sluts
For the third straight day, the burning summer sun blasted the row of sweatboxes baking the bound beauties trapped nude inside.
At one o'clock, King Ethelred ordered Queen Rowena removed from her box for a refreshing drink. The grinning guards jerked the Queen, her wrists bound behind her, from her roasting iron prison. Without hesitation, the naked Queen dropped to her knees and gratefully plunged her hot flushed face into the doggy bowl of warm urine and clotting menstrual blood. She began lapping it up eagerly, her loud slurps clearly audible throughout the courtyard of interested onlookers.
Gwendolyn giggled delightedly.
"I know just how she feels!"
King Ethelred smiled urbanely.
"Your sympathy with even the lowest of your subjects does you credit, my dear. Perhaps we could take her and her ladies-in-waiting for a walk through the countryside to see how Queen Morgana is doing at the leper colony, from a safe distance of course."
Gwendolyn gazed at him adoringly.
"What a good idea! It would be a wonderfully educational experience for them. Until your arrival, they led such sheltered lives."
King Ethelred ordered the others released from their sweatboxes. Each was fed from her very own doggy bowl. Gwendolyn watched with interest as a beet-red Princess Diana lapped up a mixture of pig's blood and dog vomit.
Queen Rowena groaned as the leather harness was cinched tight around her chest, restricting her breathing. The dog collar around her throat was tightened to eyeball popping tightness, making it difficult for the poor woman to swallow her own spit. She drooled steadily from the corner of her lips as they were wrapped around the long dildo gag that was plunged deep into her mouth, held in place by a sturdy leather strap that passed through a hole on the middle of the dildo. The long, thick rod protruding from between her lips provided a convenient handle to guide her with. When pressed back into her throat, it caused her to gag and choke painfully. Her breasts ballooned agonizingly as a constricting iron ring, with long spikes on the inside, was clamped around the base of each breast and screwed tight.
Queen Rowena squealed as the small pee plug was roughly rammed up her piss hole. Her fuck hole was sealed with a large ribbed dildo. A butt plug was jammed into her asshole. The guards twisted it back and forth to worm it in as deeply as possible. Each of these three crotch plugs ended in a large metal ring. A crotch strap attached to her chest harness was passed between her legs and through the three rings. The crotch strap was fed through the roller on the buckle at the small of her back and yanked on savagely to cinch it as tightly as possible before being fastened in place.
Rowena shrieked into her penis gag as her breasts were skewered from the side by a long thick metal pin. A leash was clipped onto the breast skewer in between her two bulging breasts and tied to the pommel of King Ethelred's horse.
The other ladies in waiting were cinched tightly in their own constricting leather harnesses, gagged, their holes plugged up, their ballooning breasts skewered, wrists and elbows tied behind them and their neck collars tightened until their eyeballs bulged.
They were strung out behind the Queen in a line. A leather tether was clipped to each one's breast skewer. The tether was fed through the crotch rings of the beauty in front of her and clipped to that beauty's breast skewer. The last in line was Princess Diana, Queen Rowena's daughter.
Princess Gwendolyn saddled up. She and the King trotted briskly through the countryside. Rowena and her ladies squealed desperately and stumbled along behind them.
As they approached the leper's glen, they could hear the soul searing screams of Queen Morgana opening her holes for the diseased men. Sitting on horseback at the top of a cliff overlooking the glen, they watched the Queen being gang-banged in the valley below. Gwendolyn nodded in serene satisfaction.
"With the end of her nose chewed off and her ears gnawed on like that, it really looks like she belongs here. I doubt that my father will have any further interest in her once he gets a look. He'll probably declare her dead and move onto some brainless bimbo."
Ethelred was agreeable.
"To be safe, we should arrange to give him a suitable selection of eager fuckmates so that he doesn't pick another Morgana. Men like him often repeat their mistakes."
"You are so wise, my beloved!"
They watched with interest as the lepers pawed at the Queen's ample breasts and fingered her crotch with their rotting fingers. Queen Morgana's features were a study in disgust and utter revulsion as the loathsome lepers unloaded in her face, between her tits, under her armpits, in the crack of her ass as well as donating generously to the royal orifices.
"She should catch the disease in no time with such intimate contact."
He turned to the horrified women behind him as he pulled Princess Diana's breast pin, releasing her from her place at the end of the coffle.
A wooden crane with a winch was used to lower supplies to the lepers. Princess Diana looked momentarily relieved as her bindings and intimate inserts were none-too-gently removed. Relief turned to shocked dismay as her wrists were bound to the rope dangling from the winch and her gag was removed. She squealed desperately, begging piteously as she swung out to be lowered to the lepers. Her shapely legs scissored wildly. Her naked body twisted frantically, hanging by her wrists from the descending rope.
"Enjoy your new home!"
He whistled. The lepers looked up, their eyes gleaming dementedly as they caught sight of the bound beauty being lowered to them. Ethelred pulled the cord attached to the lynch pin holding her wrist shackles to the winch's rope. Princess Diana tumbled to the ground and hastily scrambled to her feet. Gwendolyn and Ethelred giggled gleefully as the lepers surrounded the hysterically shrieking fresh meat without touching her. They chuckled as the lepers persuaded the naked blue-eyed blond to expose herself shamelessly and finger herself lewdly for their delectation.
Playing for time in the only way that her inbred mind could think of, Princess Diana ran her pretty pink tongue lewdly over her lips while she pumped her hips obscenely. She bent over, reached between her legs and opened her cuntlips wide with her fingers, showing them lots of pink. Gwendolyn nudged Ethelred.
"What a butt brained bimbo! Does she think that's going to buy her much time? Surely, she's just making a bad situation worse!"
Ethelred snorted in derisive agreement.
Princess Diana squealed frantically between tightly shut lips as she was sandwiched by the diseased men. The leper leader pressed his half-eaten nose and rotting lips against Diana's contorted, utterly revulsed face. Decaying finger stumps pawed her shuddering naked body, spreading her shapely legs, plucking eagerly at her cuntlips, parting her tightly clenched buttocks, examining her goodies and opening them for access. She let out a long ululating wail of total terror as perfectly functioning penises penetrated her orifices and began pumping diseased bodily fluids into her.
Princess Diana's faint cries of gibbering horror and stomach-churning revulsion carried up to the top of the cliff, carried by the crystal clear acoustics of the glen. Queen Rowena and her shackled ladies stared down with bulging eyes and listened to Diana's muffled squeals accompanied by the animal grunts of the rutting lepers. Bone-deep dread gripped their quaking bowels in a fiery vice as Gwendolyn looked at each of them speculatively.
Gwendolyn much preferred sweating them herself, but saw no reason to divulge this none-too-comforting information to Queen Rowena and her pissing, quaking bitches as they stared fearfully back at her, their eyes huge.
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