A Matter of Perspective

Chapter I

Lenora Buckley found it hard to contain her excitement as she presented her paperwork to the guard at the front gate.

A summons from the King!! It was an unheard of thing for a simple peasant woman to be called to the palace, but here she was and her mind raced with the possibilities.

It had been a difficult two years. As happened to so many people in her day and time, her beloved husband had simply fallen ill and died in the prime of his life. No one really knew why, and aside from her, no one really cared.

That's just the way it was. Death came easy. It was life that came hard, but Lenora had not only survived, she had prospered.

It was her husband who had taught her to brew beer, but she had learned well and along with her terrific cooking and hard work, she had made a success of the little pub they had started together and she had even been able to add some rooms for travelers until she was the proud proprietor of a thriving pub and tavern perched perfectly half-way between the royal palace and the next largest city.

Over time, even some of the Kings men had begun to make a point of staying over at her place during their travels on royal business and she could only surmise that had something to do with her being called to the palace.

"This could be a boon indeed!" she rhapsodized to herself, "With the King's endorsement anything is possible."

Escorted to the Ante Chamber to await her audience, her happy thoughts were obscured for a few moments when she noticed the guard on duty looking her over, but it was something she was used to. As a tall and strikingly beautiful woman, she was the perfect subject for any man's fantasies, not only for her facial beauty, but also for her unusually large breasts, which she couldn't hide or disguise no matter how modest her attire.

Not that anyone ever got anywhere. She was most accustomed to men looking at her, but she was also very good at keeping them in their place. Her first line of defense was simply her bearing, which told everyone with half a brain that they had best mind their manners and she was also very good at the humorous comeback toward the good natured customers who propositioned her in jest just to hear her get one up on them, which she could always do, much to the delight of everyone within earshot.

It made her pub and tavern a popular place. Her customers loved her and she loved them back, up to a point of course. She had even been approached in the proper way by many a potential suitor, but she had been very much in love with her husband and it was too soon to think about any new romance. Besides, she had also been much to busy. For now, her tavern was everything and once again her mind turned to her happy thoughts of meeting his sovereign Majesty and perhaps getting some more of his business.

Finally approached again by two other guards and a man who introduced himself as "Mr. Simmons," she followed him down a long hall with a guard on each side until she was finally shown into a small room with a long table desk and suddenly found herself face to face with none other than the most powerful man in the whole country.

Taking in the entirety of his countenance, she couldn't help but like what she saw. A full head taller than she, he was ruggedly handsome and very well built, and most appealingly, he had a calm, but powerful confidence.

"I direct your attention to one Mrs. Lenora Buckley, Your Majesty," informed Simmons, "She has been summoned to answer for numerous crimes and misdemeanors."

Suddenly struck with shock and panic, Lenora's eyes bulged and she struggled for a moment to catch her breath, but before she could move or speak, the King spoke, halting any chance she might have to respond.

"Well, why has she not then been simply taken to prison?" asked the King.

"They are civil offenses, Your Majesty," explained Simmons, as he passed to the King a sheet of paper, "but very serious offenses nevertheless. With your permission, Your Majesty, I am recommending the board of inquiry. I have all the evidence and witnesses available for immediate deposition."

"Very well," replied the King, signing the paper, "The board will convene in one half hour."

Finally, able to recover enough to respond, Lenora found her response dominated by her panic and all she could do was cry out desperately before being cut off by Simmons.

"Your Majesty! Please!" she begged, "I have done nothing! I have always been a loyal subject, Your Majesty! Please!"

"SILENCE!" exclaimed Simmons.

Taking a long moment to stare silently at her, and no doubt take in her unusual beauty, the King, at least for the moment, gave her a reprieve.

"I will be alone with the accused," announced the King, and remained silent as Simmons and the two guards departed, giving him time to deliberate as the crushed and desperate woman wept before him.

"Alright, alright, Mrs. Buckley," the King finally offered, as he rose from his desk and escorted her to a small couch on the far side of the room to sit next to him. Tell me your story..."

"... Very well, said the King after she had used up most of the quarter-hour telling the King all about herself and of her situation and that she was unaware of any laws she had broken, "but I must tell you, this is very serious. I'm afraid you will be going to prison, probably for a long time."

"But couldn't you help me!" she began begging in earnest, throwing herself to her knees before him, "You're the King! You could pardon me! You have the power! Have mercy, Your Majesty! Please! I pray you, have mercy!"

"You are correct, my good lady," replied the King kindly, "I do have the power of pardon, but you must understand that a King must use his power judiciously. I do not intend any offense, but I'm afraid the power of pardon is reserved for matters of political importance to the state. In a case of this type it would set a very bad precedent. I am very sorry."

"But there must be something you can do," Lenora continued to plead, "Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you!"

"Very well," replied the King after another long period of contemplation, "There is one procedural approach you could request. It is a very old procedure and hasn't been used for many decades, but it is still available. I think that would be your only chance before the board."

"What is it! Please, Your Majesty! I will do anything," pleaded Lenora.

"Well, you could request the chair," replied the King.

"The chair? What do you mean?" asked Lenora.

"It is a way of throwing yourself at the mercy of the board," replied the King, "It might at least mitigate your consequences."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" enthused Lenora, "Oh, thank you!"

"I must warn you, Mrs. Buckley," cautioned the King, "It is a very primitive, brutal and humiliating procedure from the time long before now when the law was much crueler even than it is today. I would be willing to advocate for you, but should you fail to comply and cooperate in even the slightest way, or if any evidence comes to light to indicate the circumstances are other than what you have described to me, I will not hesitate to feed you to the dogs myself."

"I will comply, Your Majesty, "I swear I will. I will do everything, anything!"

"Very well, remain where you are," replied the King, as he slowly rose and walked to his desk and rang a small bell.

"Have Bailey report to me please," ordered the King as a servant scurried to do his bidding and shortly thereafter an elderly servant woman with mostly grey hair entered and made the proper bow before coming to attention, "Bailey, wasn't it you who used to assist the board of inquiry?"

"Do you mean with the protocol for the chair, Your Majesty?" replied the old woman.

"Yes," answered the King, "Do you still remember how to do it?"

"Yes, of course, perfectly," Your Majesty," the older woman replied, now looking at Lenora for the first time, but giving her no indication whatsoever of how she felt about it.

"Excellent," replied the King, "You shall do so again now... if we still have one," said the King, his tone indicating a question.

"Indeed we do, Your Majesty," informed the woman, "It is in the basement. I will have it brought up immediately. There is one other thing, though, Your Majesty, I'm afraid these peasant women don't shave their armpits or legs, most untidy, you know. Would you like for me to have that done beforehand?"

"No that won't be necessary," informed the King, "and pass the word to the board that we will begin on the upcoming hour."

Her trepidation already at a high pitch, Lenora felt fear and dread quickly descend upon her once the four burly workers arrived with the apparatus that she knew could only be intended for her. Only slightly larger than an actual chair, it appeared to be two platforms one on of top of the other separated by only a small space between them.

At first its design and functioning was a mystery to her until one of the workers began turning the upper platform around and around a few times to test it out, revealing the whole thing to be simply a rotating platform on top of a stable one.

It wasn't the platform, however, that visited fear upon Lenora's heart. Rising from the center of the platform was a single narrow iron rod which was adjustable for height by a coupling in the center before being capped by a most foreboding and evil fixture.

Pointing straight up, it was another piece of metal in the shape of an inverted T. It's smallest diameter being about the same as a blacksmith's hammer handle, the vertical portion was a full six inches long not counting a long blunt point, but its most hideous feature was a series of six wide ribs which swelled its diameter to almost double before retreating again to allow for the next.

While the horizontal portion of the T was only an inch long on each side of the vertical rod and no more than a half inch wide, it was equally devious in that even after the occupant had successfully been impaled, all their weight would be concentrated on those two lone narrow pieces of metal.

Finally taking in the whole of it, Lenora's heart sank as she realized that the simple T shaped piece of metal was "The Chair," and the only place the fat vertical rod could go was deep into her rectum.

Taking a deep breath as her face blanched with fear, she tried to imagine and prepare herself for having to lower her underpants, lift her dress over the rod and slowly impale herself on the foreboding piece of iron.

Having to wait no longer for her ordeal to begin, she responded to the older woman as she produced a narrow wooden pointer about the same length as her arm and pointed to a place on the floor in front of the platform and directly in front of the King's long table desk.

"Stand here and follow all my directions immediately and with absolute exactitude," commanded the older woman, "Any deviation whatsoever from my directions will constitute a violation of this proceeding and will result in an automatic verdict of guilty on all charges against you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," answered Lenora, following the old woman's directions as a wicker basked was placed just to her right side.

The preparations now complete, the King rang the bell again and Lenora was presented with her first sight of the men and women who would decide her fate.

Taking their places as their titles were announced, three men and three women of various ages took their places on each side of the King behind his big desk and a third very young woman, whose job was to simply keep a record of the events took her place at a small table slightly to one side.

Her head now spinning and barely able to stand or even catch her breath, Lenora didn't really even hear much of anything as the King went through the rather lengthy processes of calling the event to order and it wasn't until his final words that her wits were to restored to her.

"As the first order of business I would like to point out that Mrs. Buckley has voluntarily requested she be allowed to avail herself of the chair in order to better demonstrate her respect for the board and her intentions to be completely forthright and honest," said the King.

"At least he is advocating for me," thought Lenora to herself, with much gratitude in her heart.

"Very well, so noted," replied one of the men, followed by the King's nod to the servant woman to begin.

"The accused will render herself nude, place her clothes in the basket and stand at attention holding her arms away from her sides," the servant woman softly ordered, "Henceforth, the accused is forbidden from touching her body with her hands."

Her shocked eyes first darting to Bailey and then to the King and then to nothing in particular, Lenora was stunned into immobility. Having never imagined that she might have to undress, she found herself unable to even move and surely would have had her fate sealed right then and there had the King not again come to her rescue.

Loudly slapping a small hour-glass down onto the table to draw her attention and allow her to focus, he slowly turned the time piece over and spoke authoritatively.

"The accused has three minutes to complete the task."

A quick mental review of the consequences of a failure to comply spurring her to action, Lenora could not suppress a soft whimper as she reached for the buttons at the front of her dress and hurriedly began undoing them. It was the first time in her life she had ever undressed in front of anyone save her husband and she could not keep her eyes from slowly filling with tears which quickly began streaming copiously down her cheeks as she placed each item of clothing in the basket.

Completing the task save for her breast bindings and her underpants, Lenora found herself conflicted into inaction for a moment until she noticed the sand in the top of the hour-glass was almost exhausted, so without any further contemplation, she quickly removed her breast bindings followed by her underpants and stood before the King and the board completely naked, her arms at her sides.

The reporter will make a drawing of the accused for the record," said the King and Lenora found herself flushed once again with embarrassment as Bailey placed the wooden rod beneath her chin and silently guided it to an elevated position before issuing her next order.

"The accused will remain perfectly still."

After the reporter had repositioned herself behind the board to better make her sketch and silently went about her work, it was also then that each member of the board sat in silence and contemplated the amazing beauty of this unfortunate peasant woman.

Being even larger than they had appeared under her dress and draping down well past her elbows, her breasts were also more magnificent than any of them had even imagined they might be.

Pointing well to the front, they were firm and full, and in proud defiance of their size, they protruded well out from her body.

Capped by perfectly matching areolas, the color contrast between the two perfect circles and the creamy whiteness of her breasts was also just right, but it was her nipples which transformed both her areolas and her entire breasts from merely beautiful into the realm of the sublime.

Pointing slightly down in what was at once a most appealing and womanly angle, they were extraordinarily thick and long, at least as thick as a big man's middle finger and as long as from the tip to the first knuckle.

After the first couple of minutes in which she again regained her composure, Lenora slowly began to observe the members of the board even as they were observing her and her humiliation was renewed and deepened as, one by one, they slowly made her large magnificent breasts their own.

Even then, however, her humiliation had only begun as, one by one, their eyes slowly drifted down to the heart of her womanhood.

It was this part of her body that she had always been embarrassed for even her husband to see and as each pair of eyes found their mark and lingered there, she could only endure as each person indulged themselves.

Clearly, it was the biggest pussy any of them had ever seen.

Beginning with her well raised pubis which was of a well defined triangular shape, there was a perfect geometric decent as it flowed down to her most magnificently robust outer labia. Completely filling the space between her legs and protruding robustly out into space, it also extended well down before finally curving back toward her entrance.

Even as large as were her outer labia, however, nothing could discourage her clitoris which forged its own place in the center above everything, thick and long.

Nor could her inner labia be denied either as they too emerged from the crevice just below her clitoris, forming two very thick and perfectly round fingers of silky smoothness until they reached her entrance where they thickened significantly and transformed themselves into a large oval, leaving no doubt to any man as to where he was to do his business.

The crowning glory though, depending upon one's personal preferences of course, was the fact that none of these features were obscured in any way. Her pubis, being nicely adorned with a soft dark chocolate covering exactly matching the color of the long hair on her head, served only as an upper adornment and considered its purpose ended as it reached the top of her clitoris, leaving all that abided below perfectly smooth and bare.

Unable to help herself, Lenora began to softly weep at the indignity of her predicament as all sat quietly and simply watched.

The next quarter hour giving both Lenora time to finish her crying and the young recorder time to finish her sketch, the King gave the nod to Bailey who then gave her next awful order.

"The accused will mount the chair, remembering she is not to touch her body with her hands."

"The accused will have ten minutes to complete the task," added the King as he produced another hour-glass and placed it on the table.

Stealing herself for the horrible task ahead, Lenora stepped onto the platform, straddled the rod and slowly began to squat down toward the unlubricated spike until the cold steel touched her skin causing her to flinch and issue a soft whimper, but she soon found the right spot and made her first attempt, but in reaction to the cold steel, her anus contracted almost violently causing her to again flinch upward.

It was also then that the diabolical nature of the order not to touch herself with her hands became apparent as Lenora realized that the only way she could lower herself with the proper geometry was to spread her legs very wide and keep her arms well extended from her sides to maintain her balance.

It was also then that the ancillary result of the condition became apparent in that her gyrations provided the unobstructed spectacle of her breasts swaying and bobbing about with her movements, providing and ancilary entertainment for all who were watching.

Assuming the more practical position, Lenora slowly began to lower herself until her anus was once again presented with the tip of the blunt spike, but this time she persevered and was forced to usher her first loud grunt as she lowered herself past the blunt tip and her anus was presented with the first rib.

Now openly weeping and breathing heavily, she took a long moment to collect herself before her next descent which forced her anus to stretch well past anything that had been required of it naturally and she was forced to issue her first unabashed loud cry followed by several only slightly lesser ones until her anus finally and forcefully snapped back into the recess between the first and second rib.

Her audience now wickedly captivated by the spectacle, Lenora was forced to repeat the procedure five more times and the only variance to the drama was that as each rib was overcome and her anus snapped back into the next recess, the louder her cries became.