Game of BreastS Pt. 02

Lord Stroke moved his eyes from Anna's cleavage to her doe brown eyes. He thought, 'How can I not give my son this beauty'. However, his crotch wanted her hourglass figure for himself. The Lord tried to clear his head. Thinking of her words about her father, 'he will agree, if you agree," gave him an idea.

"Of course, Anna. I'll give my consent."

Anna's smile grew from check to check. She leaned forward and kissed Lord Stroke of his hand. Her chest pressed out further.

"But, on one account. You get the blessing of his mother, Lady Stroke," continued the Lord.

"Mother's blessing," exclaimed Brad.

"Yes, Bradley. You tell your mother about your proposal. You get her consent. Then, you'll have mine, too," replied Lord Stroke with a smile.

Knowing how his mother felt about customs, Brad was concerned. Lady Stroke was raised in a castle since her father was the Lord of BustyRivers. Brad expected to have his father's blessing prior to telling his mother. If his father agreed, then, his mother would have no choice. Now, he had to convince his mother, first.

3

Lord Stroke sat with Anna at the dining table. Both spoke of the stables and other matters. Neither noticed Sasha entering the dining hall. When she stepped next to the table, Lord Stroke, Brad and Anna finally noticed her. They stood to greet Sasha.

"Morning daughter. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Father. Why do we ...," Sasha replied pausing mid-sentence as her eyes looked over Anna. She was shocked a common girl could have a dress and curves as Anna. "Why is she here?"

"Lady, speak courteously to our guest. Ms. Anna has come to meet your brother and enjoy some breakfast and conversation," replied Lord Stroke. "Have you eaten?"

"NO, I'm not hungry now, Father."

Sasha turned abruptly without a word and left the hall. Brad sat back in his chair still thinking over his speech to his mother. He barely paid Sasha any attention and glanced over at his Father and Anna. Both of them had taken their seats and continued their conversation.

Brad looked at the door and saw Sasha storm though it into the kitchen.

4

Sasha entered the kitchen. She was not having a good morning. She received a letter this morning informing her that her fiancée' would be gone for three months. He had to attend some political function with his father. Also, this trip would delay their coming wedding. She couldn't believe the amount of work that was needed to delay the wedding. Sasha felt William was being insensitive to her needs.

Sasha thought about how her day kept falling apart. When she came to breakfast, she was met with a common girl in the dining hall. She knew of her younger brother's romance with her, but still, and how did this common girl have curves like hers. Sasha's mind couldn't figure this out, and she didn't have time, today.

She stormed through the kitchen and approached the back door. Out this door was the quite woods beyond the castle's wall. She felt she deserved peace to think about her fucked up day.

"Lady Sasha, you need to have a guard with you? It can be unsafe," called a concerned maid cleaning the kitchen.

"How dare you tell me what to do! Besides, these are my lands. I'll be fine. I don't need to be instructed by you as to what to do, and I 'm just going for a walk."

The Woods

In truth, Sasha would have called for a guard if her mind was not on other problems. Then, the nosey maid telling her she needed a man. Sasha wouldn't call for a guard if she agreed just to spite the maiden. Besides, the woods behind the castle were quiet. She would be close and only needed to clear her head.

Sasha walked through the guarded gate and into the woods behind the castle. The smell was putrid. The cooks dump waste at the wood's entrance. The rotting animal carcasses make the area undesirable. The smell was the reason no one ventured in this part of the woods. Sasha found the smell bearable further into the woods. It was her private retreat.

She ventured deeper into the woods. She walked down to the creek behind the castle. After walking along the creek's edge for a bit, she decided to head back. As she headed back the castle, she walked behind a storage house. As she turned the corner of the storage house, she ran into a strange man.

The stranger stood a head taller than Sasha. He was an old man, maybe a few years older than her father, in ragged clothes. The smell of the man was strong. His dirty face and hands, overgrown unkempt beard, and torn sack added to his savage and homeless appearance. He looked up at Sasha.

"Watch where you go, bitch," barked the stranger sitting on a log.

"What? How dare you? These are my lands. Why are you here? Who are you?

"I'm the luckiest man because I've found a lost big boob goddess. Dog's my name. Nice to meet you, your bustiness."

Wishing she did have a guard with her, Sasha attempted to remain calm. She replied with some nerves in her tone, "Well, Dog. A pleasure to meet you. I must be going. Good Day."

As Sasha steeped around the man on the log, the dirty stranger stood and stepped in front of her. He pulled out a dagger and pointed it at her. He said, "Don't go. The pleasure will be all mine."

"My father will have your head," exclaimed Sasha stepping away from him.

"To have fun with a Lady with tits like yours, my head is worth it."

Sasha continued to walk backward. She didn't pay attention to what was behind her as she fled. When the old man's claw laid on one of her breasts, she yelped in surprise. She ordered, "Take thy hand off of me at once."

"Hell no."

She looked around for a guard to scream to as the old man started to maul her breast. His hand tightens on her flesh as his fingers sunk into her cleavage. The old man seemed to be exposing more of her breasts as she tried to get away from him. When she was about to run, her ankles felt a barrier.

"Aah, ouch," yelled Sasha as she tripped backward over a log and sat down on top of it. Now, she was the one sitting on a log.

"My lady, are you alright?" asked the stranger.

"Yes, help me up and leave me alone."

"Sorry my lady, I can't do either request, but I can do this," said the old man putting away his dagger and using both hands on her immense chest.

"Stop this. Unhand me this instance you fiend."

"Relax, dear. I've got something for you," replied the stranger. He used one hand to hold her in place as he groped her, and the other hand untied his pants and released his monster cock.

The slimy snake gave off a foul odor. The odor was created by months of poor unkempt hygiene. The beast seemed to have a mind of its own. As the old man resumed using both hands on her royal breasts, his slimy pre-cum oozing dick moved into her cleavage. The man's hips moved to make his snake slide between her breasts with each thrust.

"Ahh, fuck yes," moaned the old man as he continued to fuck Sasha's chest. "I haven't felt a woman in ten years."

Lady Sasha tried to turn her face away from the scene and the smell as much as possible. As she felt the man thing stiffen between her globes, she heard his breathing and moaning increase. The man seemed to be trying to press her tits into pancakes around his dick. The pressure his hands made was close to unbearable as the attack continued.

"Ouch! Fucking asshole, you're ripping my tits off. You're fucking dead," boomed Sasha.

The old man laughed and continued to use her chest. When it seemed the pressure couldn't get any worst and the man's relentless pace had to be at its peak, the pressure decreased, and the man slowed. The man seemed to stop suddenly. When Sasha felt his body twitch, she knew what was about to happen.

Being raised in a castle, Sasha had been taught to ride horses from a young age. Now at twenty-one years of age, she felt she was an expert rider. Of course, to learn to ride a horse, it meant she was around horses often. She had seen them eat, sleep, and mate. One time, Sasha watched a stallion slip out of a mare prior to ejaculating. She was amazed by the amount of yellowy white fluid the horse produced.

As the old man came between her breasts, she remembered the horse cumming. It felt like the old man was a horse. His fluid burst between her breasts and inside her undergarments. The warm fluid continued and continued as she felt the pervert unload.

When he regained control, the old man leaned back. He heard Lady Sasha yelp as his final shot fell on her neck and cleavage. Now completely satisfied, the old man knew he had to make his escape. He thought for a second of taking the lady with him, but a distant yell broke that thought.

Returning from hunting, John saw in the distance, two people. As he walked closer, he made out a man standing in front of a woman. From his angle, he was unable to tell what they were doing, but he had an idea it was sexual by the movement of the man's hips. A second later, John realized the old man was assaulting Sasha. John yelled as he raised his bow and released the arrow.

When the old man stepped back, John took his shot. Not wanting to accidentally hit Sasha, he aimed away from her. He missed the man's side but caused him to start running away holding his pants. Dropping the bow, John covered ground quickly as he started to run. He withdrew his knife and held it when he came upon Lady Sasha.

"My Lady, are you hurt?"

"Yes and no. That perverted asshole did...did...," Sasha cried out unable to complete her thought.

"My Lady, I'll revenge you. I saw where he went. You must go to the castle."

"No! No," pleaded Sasha with tears in her eyes. "Don't leave me."

"My Lady, I'm yours to command, but he harmed you. I must kill the mother fucker."

"Please, stay with me. The castle guards had to hear the shout. They will come soon."

"As you command, I'll never leave you," replied John. He removed his shirt to cover her upper half.

2

His mother had entered the dining hall shortly after Sasha left. Now, the morning was almost over, and he hadn't built enough courage to tell his mother of the engagement. Lady Stroke and Anna had been talking, and his mother seemed to enjoy her company, so Brad had no idea why he can't tell her. When he started to say something, he lost the nerve.

Feeling the time slipping away, he felt he had no choice. The time to tell was now. He cleared his throat and said, "Mother, we have something to tell."

Waiting a moment, he was discouraged, again. His mother seemed to not even hear him. She continued with his story about her youth and didn't acknowledge his interruption. Taking a deep breath, he yelled.

"We're getting married!"

"Brad! Watch your tone with me, young man. I'm your mother. The next time you raise your voice to me, I'll bend you over my knee," replied Lady Stroke angrily. "Did you say marriage? I know your sister's wedding is coming."

"No mother," Brad said quickly using a softer tone. "Anna and I are getting married."

"Boy, you're crazy. You're still a baby."

"I'm a man. I'm eighteen."

Lady Stroke was taken off guard. She looked at her husband who offered no help. He acted like he heard nothing as he read papers about the kingdom. Lady Stroke looked at Anna. Taking a moment to think, she realized the girl's dress was distinguished. Still not knowing what to make of this sudden news, Lady Stroke had no reply. She opened her mouth to say something when a guard stormed into the dining hall.

The guard went straight to Lord Stroke. He whispered into the Lord's ear for a moment. As the guard spoke, Lord Stroke's face tightened. He seemed to be growing in anger. Suddenly, he stood. Looking at the guard, he exclaimed, "What!"

"Dear, what's a matter? Tell us."

"Sasha has been harmed in the woods behind the castle."

"Where is she? What happened?" demanded Brad as he stood.

"The guard said John is with her. A man assaulted her womanhood. He's on the loose," replied Lord Stroke.

"John will keep her safe," said Brad thinking of John's desire for his sister. "We must find this man."

"He's an old man and appears to be homeless, but I think he escaped from the prison of the north."

The men stormed from the dining hall in search of Sasha's assaulter. When the commotion settled, Lady Stroke turned to Anna and said, "We need to remain in the dining hall until more guards come to escort us to a safer area."

"Lady Stroke, I can't stay. I must return home to check on my mother. She will be alone while my father is in the pastures."

"We'll send a guard for your mother. It isn't safe for you outside."

"My apologies my lady, but I must leave. I'll be careful, promise," replied Anna at the room's exit. She left before Lady Stroke could argue.

Reaching the outside, Anna was in time to see Brad and his father running towards the castle's outer wall. Anna turned the other direction towards the barn. As she approached the barn, she heard her mother singing. Looking around, she heard the singing come from an open window. Anna thought, 'Singing is good', as neared the barn's entrance.

At the barn's door, she heard a loud noise. It sounded like the horses were moving around nervously. When she looked in the barn, she saw a man cleaning himself with the pig's water. Also, he seemed to be eating out the pig's trough. The filthy man had to be the man who assaulted Lady Sasha. Anna tried to think of something to do.

"Go search the barn," Anna yelled as she leaned over to pick up a shovel.

When she heard footsteps running towards the door, she readied herself to act. She didn't think her idea through completely. As she heard the footsteps grow louder, she thought how to time her swing. Lucky for her, the old man helped.

Stopping at the barn entrance, the old man looked toward the wall and away from Anna as he tried to think of an escape plan. As he thought, his mind registered a swooshing sound. Before he had time to think about what the sound could be, a shovel smacked his forehead right between the eyes. Losing control of his legs, he collapsed to the ground knocked out cold.

With the old man laying sideways on the ground, Anna had no idea what to do next. She could see the man was breathing, but he seemed to be out cold. Anna stood over him with the shovel raised trying to think of the next step.

"Anna, dear was that you yelling?" asked Lady Stroke walking towards the girl. "Why on god's earth are you holding a...oh my god, who is that?"

"Lady Stroke, thank god you came. I believe this is the man who hurt Sasha."

"Guards take him to the cells," ordered Lady Stroke to the guards who accompanied her. "Did you do this, dear."

"Yes, ma'am. I hit him with the shovel."

"Well, silly girl, you could have been hurt, but this is impressive, Anna."

"Thank you, my Lady."

"You might be good for my Bradley. Why don't you prove to me you have manners, too? Be my guest when the Queen visit's next month."

"If I impress you at the dinner, you'll give us your blessing to marry?"

"Well, you'll be a step closer," replied Lady Stroke.

Kingtown

"I'm eager to visit my childhood friend. I haven't seen Tim in years," exclaimed King Dick.

"But, why do I have to come. The trip is so far up north. It'll be cold."

"Stop whining you hag. You must come to honor Tim's oldest daughter's wedding, and I order it," boomed King Dick.

"Shut up with your orders you loud mouth. I'm your wife. You can save your ordering for someone who cares. Will we stay long?"

"Watch your mouth, you witch. I told you, we are staying two weeks until the wedding."

"Yay. Joy," replied Queen CerCee sarcastically.

"I'm so happy. I feel so young, again. Wife, my cock wants to feel your lips on it. I haven't had a sucking in years."

The queen knew of his trips to the brothels and thought, 'In hours'.

"I'm the mother of your children. You can't be treating me like a common whore."

"Nonsense, you're my wife. It's your duty to please me," exclaimed the King. "If I desire you as a whore, then, my whore you'll be."

King Dick approached his wife with a youthful bounce in his step. His round belly from ale and sweet cakes reach the Queen before the rest of him. He took her face in his hands. As he smashed his drunken lips into hers, he closed his eyes missing the wide eye stare of anger the Queen gave him.

When the King released her from his kiss, he moved her back which caused her to sit on the bed. Then, he quickly lowered his pants to expose his slimy pre-cum dripping manhood. Holding his growing tool, he smiled.

"Go on, wife whore. Suck my youthful cock."

"There is nothing you...," replied the Queen. She was cut off as he grabbed the back of her head and lowered her down to his cock. "Fucking asshole, how dare you treat me like this. I'm not letting that thing in my mouth while you manhandle me."

"Fine, my lady," said the King releasing her head. "There you happy."

Figuring she should get this over with, the Queen leaned over and took the mushroom head between her lips. She moved her head downward allow an inch more to penetrate her mouth. As she raised a hand to hold his cock and keep him from going deep, she felt his hand return to her head. Both hands held her blond head as the King jammed his cock into her throat.

"Oooo you fucking hag. Fuck your...mouth," moaned the King in pleasure as he started to face-fuck the Queen.

Her eyes wide, she tried to fight his assault. With her hands on his thigh, she tried to push back to remove his monster from her gut. It was unsuccessful. The King just pulled her head down more allowing him to keep using her face as a fuck toy. When she stopped pressing him back in hopes of easing his hold on her head, the King's cock went all the way inside her. She felt his hairy balls slap her chin as his cock gagged her throat.

"Yess, fucking whore. Oh...take it all...you slut."

Struggling to breathe with the King's dick gagging her, the Queen was able to get her hands to the King's crotch. Gathering all her strength, she finally pushed him back. Turning her head slightly, she was able to get his swollen bat out of her mouth.

"Gah...ick you asshole. It went...ewe...in my throat."

"Stop complaining, I need to-."

"Fuck your needs," boomed the Queen cutting him off. She slid off the bed squatting on her heels. "You're a bastard."

"That's King bastard," replied the King jerking his cock and stepping close to her.

"Go away, GO," yelled the Queen. At the point she held her mouth open for the final 'go', the King rammed his cock back into her mouth with one hand on her head.

The Queen tried to pull back, but the bed stopped her. Her squatting down put the bed directly behind her head. With the bed stopping her, the King was able to continue his face fucking.

Within seconds, the King held her head in both hands as he piston his cock into her throat. The anger and gagging sounds turned him on more. It reminded of his youth with all the would-be suitors. His balls slapping her face and his head sensing the tightness of her throat, he knew his orgasm was about to come. With his cock far in her throat, his angry mushroom head started to pulse. The King pissed cum down the Queen's throat.

The Queen struggled but couldn't stop her jerk of a husband from seeding her stomach. She had no choice but to swallow. However, the King's volume was too much. His white fluid spilled out the sides of her cheeks and dripped into her cleavage. It seemed a lifetime, but it took five seconds for the King to finish exploding in her mouth before he withdrew.

She spits the remainder of the fluid in her mouth at him before standing.

Continues with the next part...Road to Winterdown