The year is 1483. You are Queen Consort, Elizabeth Woodville. You have been married to the King of England, Edward IV, for 12 years. Your marriage is loveless and has never been consummated, with the King preferring to take male lovers. Your marriage was a matter of convenience to shore up alliances following the Lancastrian revolt. Your family is one of the most powerful and wealthy families in Lancaster and you are confident and commanding.
You live in Eltham Palace in Greenwich, where Edward the IV has built a Great Hall for ceremonial occasions. You have never been intimate with anyone except a few youthful fumblings, and you feel a yearning for companionship and spend many a long night fantasising about making love. The King has been away for 3 months negotiating with Scotland to reclaim Carlisle and Berwick, and you have found yourself desiring the Stable Hand that shoes your horses. He is tall, well built, but knows his station and averts his eyes whenever you pass.
Exactly one week ago today you were riding your horse when you chanced upon the Stable Hand in a small clearing in the woods. He was gathering kindling for the fire in the great hall. After watching him for several minutes, and fantasising about him roughly taking you. You took the opportunity and commanded the Stable Hand to removes his clothes. As you inspected his body you felt your fanny warming and flowing with juices at the thought of his penis filling you up. You slowly removed your clothes. You have large breasts and commanded he looked at you. You were pleased to see his dick jumped and swell at this.
You lay on the ground and commanded him to penetrate you. You lost yourself in his rhythmic thrusts and you couldn't help but moan. As you could feel your orgasm building, you noticed a figure at the edge of the clearing, watching intently. The thought of being watched was too much to bear and a powerful orgasm gripped you. The Stable Hand started to moan and you commanded him to remove his dick so as not to cum inside you. As soon as his dick was out think torrents of cum sprayed all over your body. It seemed to never end and went everywhere.
Your breasts had caught most of the cum, but streams had covered your stomach and face and was also dripping down your fanny. You noticed the figure still watching from the edge and you felt so naughty and dirty at the thought of someone seeing you is such a state. An overwhelming feeling of wanting to be degraded came over you as you thought about how depraved you must look. You ordered the Stable Hand to rub all of his cum into your body while he licked your clitoris. Feeling the slick cum juices being rubbed into your sizable breasts and nipples was tremendous.
You ordered the Stable Hand to lick you clean then you got dressed and rode home. As you exited the clearing you ordered him to return again at exactly the same time and place in one week. The shadowy figure had gone. You returned to the Palace and had your hand maiden draw you a bath immediately. As she bathed you, you confided in all that had happened.
A week had passed, and you were meant to meet up again with the Stable Hand today. You couldn't help thinking about his warm cum on your breasts and had planned to get him to cum twice or three times over your breasts, fanny and face. Each time getting him to rub it in with his dick, or his hands before making him lick it off. However, the Stable Hand did not turn up.
Just two hours earlier, you sat in your bed imagining the Stable Hand stood over you spraying his cum all over your body. Your loins started throbbing and aching at the thought, until a knock came at the door. The King had arrived home and you had been summoned.
As you entered the throne room you could see stood next to the King was Lord Derby. The King's spy master. He was a brooding man of around 40 years old, tall, muscular and dark. He had an air of command and deception about him that made you uncomfortable. As you approached the throne you could see his eyes crawling over your body. It soon became clear that it was one of Lord Derby's spies that had been watching in the clearing last week and had reported back to the King. The Stable Hand had already been interrogated. Under pressure you confess to all that had occurred. The King had you escorted back to your room while he deliberated your punishment.
Soon after a written letter was pushed under your door.
"By the power invested in the Royal Highness the King of England, you have been found guilty of high deviancy. Your punishment will fit the crime. Since you have confessed to showing your body to strangers, fornicating, and enjoying being covered in cum, you will be stripped naked and escorted to the Great Hall where the Lords and Nobel men await you. There you will be used by every man in the room, in whatever way they see fit. You will be joined by your beloved Stable Hand who will share your fate. Failure to comply invites severe punishment."
As you read the letter you are shocked and horrified, surely this is a joke, surely the King is not going to humiliate you in such a way. You put the letter down and wait for the guard to arrive to escort you to the Great Hall. Soon enough, through the door, two armed men arrive.
You enter the great hall. The brightness is momentarily blinding after being led through the dark corridors of the Palace. As your eyes adjust you can see perhaps 30 men assembled around the edge of the room. The King is sat on his throne with an expression of humour mixed with revulsion. Thankfully the guards had not removed your night gown, but the chill of the Palace corridors had caused you nipples to stand extremely proud on the ends of your large breasts. The guards bring you to a halt in front of the King, near the roaring fire that warms the great hall.
The king smiles and then nods to the guards. Heavy and rough hands grab at your nightgown, a quick rip and you are stood naked. You try to cover yourself but the guards pull your arms behind your back causing your breasts to push forward and jiggle from side to side. Under the stare of the king, the assembled men and from the heat of the fire, you blush profusely and start to sweat slightly.
"Lord Derby tells me you were not so shy last week" The King roars. "You will do whatever any of the men in this room command you to do. They will use you as they see fit. Refusal will see you in chains for the rest of your life, or worse".