Note- It goes without saying that this is pure fiction and is not based on any factual event or persons. xxx
Kate Middleton tottered into the dimly lit room on ridiculously high heeled shoes and shivered. Although the basement room was fairly small, bereft of most furniture and even windows, it provided no warmth.
"Oh my, it's rather chilly in here, is it not, darling?" She said in her educated tones.
"You crazy bitch! Let us go right now!"
Kate sat on the only four legged chair in the room and sighed. She adjusted her large rimmed eyeglasses with the clear lenses and studied her freshly painted nails. Her look and attire made her resemble a demure school mistress with hair piled up on top of her head and dressed in mid thigh length skirt and check blouse. She tapped her Black Christian Louboutin shoes with the four inch heels with a sixteen inch long riding crop and lifted her chin.
"Show some decorum, my dear. Really." Said Kate with a shake of her head.
"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm naked and trussed up like the Thanksgiving turkey."
Meghan Markle, now the Duchess of Sussex, for it was she, was indeed stripped of all clothing and suspended four feet above the floor by thick ropes that were hung from the ceiling and wound around her waist. A three inch in diameter wooden pole rose up from the floor and held her in place at her midriff. As well as that leather straps were secured around her upper and lower thighs as well as her ankles, and her legs pointed straight out behind her.
"Harry, dear boy. Do tell your better half to watch her mouth. Such language, tut."
"Don't rightly blame her really, Kate. I feel rather inconvenienced myself."
Prince Harry, for it was he, spoke from his awkward position which was on his back on a long table to which he was firmly tied at the wrists and ankles. He too was naked and Kate tilted her head as she scrutinised his bright ginger pubes.
"Quite."
Kate stood up, her high heels adding extra height and authority to her five feet ten inches, and peered over the top of her outrageous spectacles. The crop in her hand a fleck one of woven nylon with a leather handle and a big braided cap. The keeper was also leather and was two inches wide. With a dramatic flourish she cracked the crop loudly against her right thigh which made both captives flinch.
"What on earth do you propose to do with us?" Asked the nervous Harry.
Kate and Meghan had been at the centre of a rift for months. Ever since it had emerged that she and Harry were moving to Windsor. On top of that there had come the outbursts and remarks that led to even the two brothers falling out.
"Well." Said Kate ominously she pranced around.
Earlier that same day as Harry and Meghan visited Kensington Palace Kate had taken the opportunity to put her wicked revenge into action. Deeply humiliated by the newly married royal couple who constantly made barbed and outright vicious comments in the national press Kate had decided enough was enough. She had brushed aside the feeble protestations of her boring husband William and given a select and loyal team of secret service agents orders to drug Harry and Meghan on their arrival and truss them up. After making last minute preparations the Duchess was now alone and ready to exact sweet revenge.
"I intend to teach you both some manners and respect."
With lightning speed Kate brought the crop down hard and square on the unprotected buttocks of the suspended American female.
"FUCK!"
Kate grinned. The cry of pain, the snap of crackling air as she wielded the crop, and the sound of nylon on skin pleased her greatly. She brought herself up close to Meghan's behind and ran her fingers over the thin red stripe that appeared quickly.
'Such a pretty shade of crimson. Shame you can't see."
Kate saw Meghan's pussy quiver and clench in a sordid type of anticipation.
"Fuck off, you Cunt!"
"My, my."
Kate unleashed several cracks of the crop across both of Meghan's nether cheeks in rapid succession.
"Don't."
CRACK!
"Keep."
SMACK!
"Keep."
RIP!
"Swearing."
Meghan twisted and pulled on her ropes as she screamed in reaction to the hard blows.
"Really. Typical gutter language from a second rate actress. I mean, television!"
Kate proceeded to run the crop sideways between Meghan's exposed sex and noted the tip glisten with pussy juice. The Duchess positioned herself with her legs planted out wide and dragged the crop along the wet slit. With a flick of the wrist Kate tapped the keeper on Meghan's pussy eliciting tiny whimpers from the nervous American.
"Ever wondered what a riding crop could do to a female cunt?"
Kate made light contact with Meghan's clitoris and looked on at the dark skinned woman's thigh muscles ripple under dusky and sweat streaked skin. Meghan's twisted form shivered and her arms, which were crossed behind her back, pulled in vain. Her head was full of conflicting emotions and sensations and she closed her eyes tight shut. Then Kate raised her arm and brought the crop down hard and made firm contact between Meghan's trembling thighs.
"OH!"
Meghan shrieked as her pussy was struck four times and the threshold of her pain mixed with sexual arousal caused her to achieve an intense orgasm! She rocked gently to and fro from the ropes that held her up and she moaned from the sublime tingling in her vulva.
"What a whore! See that, Harry? Your other half just came from a beating. Bear that in mind for another time, you naughty pair."
Kate adjusted her eyeglasses and meted out four more staccato strokes of the riding crop upon Meghan's rosy hued bottom. The actress bore the punishment bravely as the pistol loud cracks rang out loudly. A flood of wetness ran down her glistening thighs and her erect nipples betrayed her true feelings. All of her nerve endings were in high alert as Kate used the crop to lightly roam over her body.
"Excellent. Now, who is up for some more fun and games?"
Kate laid down the crop and wriggled out of her tight skirt. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and stood naked in high heels and black stockings. She tottered over to Harry, her heels clacking loudly on the hard floor, and her spectacular behind rolled as she walked. The Prince looked quite adorable tied on his back and as Kate bent over him his cock stirred and began to harden. Kate rubbed his honed thighs and he soon reached full erection. He looked at her pert tits and gulped hard.
"Poor dear, your balls must be aching. May I suck it?"
Kate leaned over and took a deep sniff of his masculine scent. Then she took the bloated top into her mouth and began to glide her lips over the fat knob.
"Oh, god!" Cried the Prince through gritted teeth.
Kate gobbled him up and Harry raised his midriff to her mouth as she took all of his big spike. Strings of spit hung from Kate's thin lips and joined the tip of his cock to her hot mouth. She turned her head to Meghan as she greedily swallowed up her husband's rigid prick.
"Mmm, he's a big boy, Meghan. You lucky woman."
"Fuck you, bitch!" Came the expect reply.
"We are going to fuck. Do be quiet."
Kate climbed up on top of the helpless Harry and slid her right hand over her mound and parted her damp slot. With her other hand she grasped his twitching cock and brushed the head along her gash.
"Look at me, Harry. Look at me. Am I little Miss Doolittle now?"
Harry poured of sweat as he watched his stiff dick vanished inside Kate's pussy. Kate cooed like a bird as she rocked her hips and welcomed his entire length.
"I say, rather a sung fit. You're much bigger than your brother."
