The Bitter End

Two times Guinevere's life was in danger, of which this is an account.

Queen Guinevere, now 40, was entertaining the nobles at a banquet when Sir Parisi ate a poisoned apple that Sir Mordred had actually prepared for the murder of Sir Gawein. The nobles accused the Queen of poison murder, since she had prepared the meal herself, and she had to burn at the stake! King Arthur's hands were tied by his own law, he screamed and howled in despair and locked himself in his chamber. His own laws forbade him to fight for Guinevere against Mador. Sir Mador, the dead man's brother, demanded a judgment of God, a duel to the death or the stake. Lancelot immediately rode from his castle in Lyonesse when he received the news from Arthur.

Guinevere knew exactly what to expect. She was bound naked on the funeral pyre, the people looking at her naked body horny and greedy and chanting, "Fuck, fuck!" The executioners grinned promisingly and groped her body. The people jeered and demanded to see her fucked. Guinevere had to lean forward and brace herself against the pole, face the jeering people and spread her legs. The executioners spread her ass cheeks and labia and presented her hole to the jeering people with a grin. Guinevere kept quiet, for she did not want to make a pitiful picture. The people wanted to see her exposed sex? Well, there you go, they should! With a contemptuous smile, she shamelessly presented her little hole and her shame to the gawkers. The executioners spread her ass cheeks very wide and drove their fingers disrespectfully into her vagina, but that was indifferent to her. One hangman slave after another took out his cock, rubbed it in front of the jeering crowd until it was hard and then fucked the humiliated Queen from behind. Before cuming, they fucked in slow motion, spreading Guinevere's sex with their rough fingers for all to see as they pumped their seed into her vagina. Guinevere closed her eyes in humiliation when a servant fucked her and cum inside her. She knew exactly how the sexual humiliation went, because she had watched it many times. Still, she was very ashamed. The people jeered and cheered the servants with obscenities. The executioner's servants fucked Guinevere for nearly an hour until no one could get it up. The queue of men was very long, many wanting to fuck the beautiful woman. The queue hissed furiously, so the men had to penetrate only very briefly and then hurriedly cum. Some missed the moment and had to rub themselves while the next had already penetrated her vagina. He had to press his cock next to the other cock on Guinevere's labia or on the other's cock to cum. Patiently and without batting an eye, Guinevere let herself be fucked, suppressing any sexual excitement. She kept her head lowered as if humbled, but she looked closely at each cock before it entered her and squirted inside her after hasty thrusting. Of course, many were displaced as they squirted from their successor and continued to rub themselves squirting. Guinevere found it disgusting when they squirted on her pubic from the outside. It disgusted her that one squirted in her vagina and at the same time a second pressed his glans on her labia and continued rubbing and then squirted. She gazed as if absently at the thin trickle where semen flowed tenaciously from her vagina down her legs to the floor. As the knights vigorously broke up the queue after a long time, a big fat woman jumped onto the pyre platform and rubbed Guinevere's clit until she sank to her knees moaning. Guinevere was hopelessly at the mercy of this irritation. The fatty spread Guinevere's legs apart to everyone's jeering so that they could all see her violent contractions. Guinevere cried and howled and could do nothing to stop her body from writhing and trembling treacherously after exploding. The fat woman wanted to continue, sneering, but one of the knights intervened in disgust and kicked the fat woman down from the platform with powerful kicks.

Sir Mador stood motionless beside the pyre, armed for battle and ready to take on anyone. He didn't bat an eye while Guinevere was being fucked and humiliated right before his eyes, she was the poisoner! The knights knew his fencing skills, no one wanted to sacrifice his life for the queen, the evidence was clear and the queen was condemned. But hark! What was that?

A mighty knight burst thundering through the grove on his warhorse and stopped in front of the pyre. He threw his cloak over the naked queen and challenged Mador to a duel. They rode at each other, their lances bursting, and Sir Mador lay on the ground. Wildly determined, they hacked at each other with their swords until Lancelot split Mador's skull down the middle and decapitated him with one mighty stroke. God's judgment — Guinevere was innocent and free! Arthur had watched her humiliations with petrified face from the window of the throne hall, screaming his head off in despair as his beloved was raped by the rough servants and the spectators. His jaws ground and he cursed profanely as his subjects queued up and fucked her quickly and hastily. As the fat one maltreated Guinevere's clit and she writhed helplessly, whimpering, hanging from the pole, he fell to the floor in front of the window, crying and unconscious. He awoke during the duel and held on to his sword hilt. He watched with a petrified expression as Lancelot smashed his opponent to pieces, cut his helmet and skull in two with a mighty blow, and decapitated Mador with a swift stroke. He cried out in happiness as Mador's skull rolled across the sand. Lancelot, told by his cousin Gaheris of the queen's public dishonor, dragged the executioners by the hair into the castle courtyard. Arthur beheaded each, cursing violently, then had them and Mador burned at the stake. The fat woman was nowhere to be found, Lancelot raged in anger and vowed to behead her as well. Arthur stood silently beside his friend Lancelot by the fireplace, silently handed him a goblet full to the brim, and let his hand rest for a long time on his friend's shoulder. No words were needed. Later, he lovingly washed Guinevere's martyred body and tearfully anointed her. Still, something had broken irrevocably between them.

Barely a year later, the second blow. Guinevere and Lancelot were betrayed. The traitorous maid was butt‐ugly and envied the queen's happiness. She rarely found a compassionate man willing to fuck her for a few coins anymore. The traitress pocketed Mordred's coins and licked her skinny lips, for now she could buy a lot of men to fuck with them. She led the treacherous Sir Mordred and a dozen of his nobles to Guinevere's bower. Guinevere amused herself quite loudly with Lancelot, for Arthur rarely came to her anymore. When the noblemen, shouting loudly, banged on the door to Guinevere's bower with the pommel of their swords, Lancelot sprang out of bed, but he was unarmed. He yanked the door open and dragged the foremost, Sir Agravaine, in, then slammed the door shut again. He tore the helmet off the stunned Sir Agravaine's head and smashed his skull in with a single punch. Then he threw on a shirt, rushed out with Agravaine's sword and slew all the nobles except Mordred, who had cowardly fled beforehand. Mercilessly Lancelot killed the whimpering traitor. Never had anyone seen him in such a deadly frenzy. Blood dripped from his shirt, but the massive giant had not received a single scratch. Like a raging madman, he raged among the nobles, they obstructed each other and no one had the slightest chance to raise his sword against Lancelot in the narrow passage. The massacre was over in a flash. Guinevere wanted to plunge a dagger into her heart, for being taken to the stake once more would not have been something she could bear. Lancelot calmed her down and they fled together to his Castle Lyonesse. They stayed there for three years until King Arthur went to French–Bretonia to defend his lands. Arthur left the kingdom and Guinevere in Mordred's care, for the faithful Lancelot rode with him.

Mordred approached Guinevere in an unseemly manner, and when she refused him, he held her captive in her bower and chastised her with the whip until she gave up. Her only condition was that her maid was always present so that he would not whip her again or demand something perverted of her. So there was always a maid sitting in her bower when Mordred came. She watched them fuck and was allowed to play with her clit as often as she wanted. When Mordred took a break, she would flip up her skirt, spread her legs, and masturbate herself as she pleased, according to the queen's orders. Mordred was not only unsettled, but also horny. The maid had to look fondly at Mordred like a lover or smile at him. At the same time, she had to make him stare into her open cleft and clit. Some maids understood the queen's ulterior motive and moved the stool close to the couple for demonstrative and provocative masturbation. They rubbed the clit just an arm's length in front of Mordred, whose eyes almost fell out of his head. They moved back immediately if he tried to touch them without permission. They were happy to let him fuck them, though, since Guinevere's head nod allowed them to. Mordred was not ugly, after all, could fuck quite well by now and had a big and persistent cock with which he triggered good climaxes.

He fucked Guinevere day and night, but he could not arouse her passion for a long time. He was barely 25 with little sexual experience and she was already 45, with quite a lot of experience. She could fuck very well and climaxed very easily while fucking. But she was used to Arthur's and Lancelot's manhood and Mordred was not very skilled. She opened her vagina quite wide and vigorously rubbed his cock inside her vagina, which Mordred quite liked. She let him squirt in quickly so it was over quickly. She put up with the fucking day and night so Mordred would not physically chastise her again. As often as she could, she rubbed his cock in her vagina and quickly made him squirt. She gave herself to the libertine and feigned enthusiasm at first, for he wanted to mount her day and night. Mordred, however, had Arthur's strong loins, a powerful cock and could well fuck her a dozen times a day. Full of contempt, she hid her arousal from him. She got many climaxes, even these she hid at the beginning with bated breath. But more and more often she could not hold it back and her trembling, gasping and moaning provoked another round. After a few days, she dispensed with the pretense, fucking along at the top of her lungs and forcing Mordred to perform at his best. It was always Mordred who wanted to fuck, but then she took over and fucked him so wildly that he lost hearing and seeing. She sucked, licked and rubbed Mordred's cock in her mouth until it was firm again, forcing him to fuck her over and over. Although she didn't like it at first, she soon realized that the best way to make him hard was with her mouth. So she took the cock all the way into her mouth and licked it while rubbing it. Often Mordred would lose control and squirt deep down her throat. She would put a finger on her clit while fucking and trigger her climaxes when he couldn't. Guinevere and her handmaidens liked to take turns fucking, so Mordred lost a lot of valuable time and energy conducting government business. The poor man did not see through that, there was nothing more important for him than to mount Guinevere and all her maids and fuck them all. The maids relieved each other in a circular fashion, so the older maids also got their turn. They probably enjoyed fucking more than Mordred, who had no influence on which maid came to the bower. The maids kept sneaking in new ones, because then Mordred was busy fucking the new ones and Guinevere had peace for a while. Some maids soon got the hang of it. After letting Mordred fuck them, they took his cock in their mouths and let it squirt deep down their throats while rubbing it. Renewed licking made him stiff again and so they got back to fucking. Guinevere rejoiced at any loss of time, which only hurt Mordred, and encouraged her maids to keep him busy as long as they could. Guinevere watched excitedly herself when a maid rubbed his cock furiously and made it squirt down her throat. Some maids did it very passionately and seemed to enjoy it very much themselves. The maids rejoiced with relish in this job, doing their best, and Guinevere thanked them as soon as he left. During this hard time, she learned how beautiful and intense the licking of her tickler was. In the quiet time Mordred allowed her, she enjoyed having her clitoris licked by her handmaidens and quickly learned it from them.

Some days Guinevere was so exhausted from fucking that she cried because her violent physical reactions only further fueled his sexual greed. But her sexuality demanded passion from her. If she had to fuck in captivity, she wanted to do it the way that did her body the most good. She got her climaxes and enjoyed fucking with the highest pleasure. Already to unsettle Mordred she rubbed her clit unabashedly while fucking. Each climax she made for herself offended Mordred all the more.

She smiled with disdain when Mordred took a nobleman and tried to prove by fucking Guinevere that he had succeeded to Arthur's inheritance in every way. The noblemen, all of them decent men, of course could not take their eyes off her beautiful body. They watched full of greed, for Guinevere fucked very gracefully, passionately and full of animal ferocity. They were amazed that the maid present was satisfying herself unabashedly and silently thought that it was a perversion of Mordred. Mordred's eyes glittered insidiously as soon as Guinevere finally became aroused and fucked him with greed. She behaved in this show–fucking in such a way that the nobles could feel her contempt for Mordred despite her sexual reactions. Even when she was once hand‐fucked by Mordred in front of a nobleman because he wanted to show off that he could inflame her passion at will, the nobleman could see her contempt for Mordred. She did not do Mordred the favor and denied him her arousal and climax. May Mordred try what he wanted, she made him look foolish in the end.

She devised a clever plan and escaped after ten months. She had endured the unspeakably humiliating fucking for ten months, had whipped Mordred to peak performance as soon as she could enjoy being fucked. She had done all she could to make Mordred take little pleasure in fucking her. Her handmaidens shared Mordred's contempt, although they found their queen's fucking very graceful and arousing and had enjoyed all the masturbation. Then one day the time came. She fled to the Christian Archbishop in Westminster, although she was not a Christian. The Archbishop had an impregnable fortress and generously offered her safe shelter, he sent messengers to Arthur and informed him of everything. Arthur immediately returned home with a large force. There was a battle with Mordred at Dover and then the decisive battle at Camlann. Mordred struck Arthur a mortal head wound and Arthur plunged his spear into Mordred's heart.

Guinevere nursed Lancelot, who was seriously injured at the Battle of Camlann, at the castle in Lyonesse and stayed with him for a long time after his recovery. At his request, she told him everything about her captivity with Mordred, leaving out no detail, no sexual detail, no matter how small. How Mordred fucked her and her maids in turns, and how the maids meanwhile satisfied themselves when Mordred fucked her. How she had gradually learned to squirt down her throat and how the maids taught her to lick their clit. She kept her eyes closed and talked about how she felt when Mordred entered her and how his big cock felt inside her. She described how it felt when his warm seed squirted into her vagina. She described her climaxes or when she deliberately masturbated herself naughtily to make him doubt his loin strength.

She described her beautiful and exciting feelings when a maid licked her clit. Each maid licked slightly differently, some only specifically the clit, others also her labia, vaginal entrance and vagina. She described with exact detail the private parts of the girls she licked herself. She described in detail how differently the girls rubbed their clits right in front of her face, because she was not very skilled at clit licking to begin with. Guinevere smiled as she described the shape and size of the labia and clits. There were large ones and medium ones and very small ones that could only be felt with the tip of the tongue once they had stiffened. The girls' private parts looked different, and they smelled and tasted different.

Guinevere talked about these lesbian acts much more often than Mordred's fucking. She had liked it a lot and left a much deeper impression on her. When she talked about it, a stroking finger often slid to her cleft, touched her clit. Lancelot liked to listen to her because she described her own experiences in beautifully erotic, dirty or obscene words. She took great pleasure in the narration itself; he hoped it would help her get over it. Sometimes they would fuck passionately after a tale, if Guinevere had become sexually aroused in the process. Lancelot realized how much Guinevere loved these lesbian acts, so he made sure that a maid stood by when they fucked. Guinevere whooped when, after Lancelot, the maid immediately attended to her clit. The maid first had to push back the foreskin over Guinevere's clit with her tongue to expose the head of the clit. Lancelot, of course, did not remain idle, pushed up the maid's skirt and penetrated the licker. The maid diligently licked Guinevere's clit and moaned as Lancelot's cock aroused her. Guinevere enjoyed these acts at least as much as the maid and Lancelot, who loved the variety. Lancelot would never have admitted it to himself how much he loved the varied fucking and how right Guinevere was that the maids all had different vaginas and fucked completely differently. Guinevere could not explain why she was gradually drifting away from Lancelot inside. Her imprisonment and dishonor at the hands of Mordred had hurt her deeply, she mourned Arthur all her life and now incomprehensibly lost Lancelot as well.

With a heavy heart she left Lancelot and moved with her maids to a kind of old people's home for women. Like her maids, she lived her sexuality to the full until old age. Bishops, monks, nobles and men of all ranks came and went, visited the disgraced queen and some fucked her with pleasure when it pleased her. Her body remained youthfully beautiful until old age and the desire of men filled her with pride and lust. Legendary was her graceful way of making semen squirt down her throat. Even at 70, her body looked like that of a 50 year old, she fucked passionately and devotedly and could sometimes forget the painful gout while fucking. At some point she stopped fucking and withdrew completely, as her end was approaching. The aged Lancelot was the last to fuck her reconciliatory and in great pain on her deathbed; it was one of her last wishes. She wanted to be buried next to Arthur and, when his time came, have Lancelot laid beside her, which he promised to do. He held her hand as she passed away days later. He buried her befittingly beside her king, retired to the woods, and became a hermit. He was once one of the first knights and now the last of King Arthur's retinue.

Arthur, his entire knighthood, and the Old People were gone forever.