The Tea Master Ch. 02

The stirring of her arousal caused Monique to realize that she too was dressed in nothing but a skirt, albeit hers more royal than the rest. Two long strips of silk poured from her waistband, covering her pussy and the back of her ass, in a way that draped down to the floor. Unlike the servants, she also wore shoes, five-inch high jewel-encrusted heels. Her large firm tits stood out impressively before her, as if announcing her royalty. One manservant stood on her right with an assortment of fruit for her enjoyment; another with a large fan, moved it up and down for her comfort. Monique's hands were able to easily reach their dicks at her will and for her pleasure.

The extravagance and wonder of it all caused Monique to forget that Javier was there with her in the deep recesses of her imagination. The fantasy was stunningly real for her. She was the princess she always dreamed of being. All of her senses were fully engaged in the throne room, taking in the smells, the eye candy of the servants and room around her, the sounds of the music. It was all so fantastic.

The tranquility of her opulence was interrupted by the sudden arrival of her Sargent at Arms. "If I may approach your throne, your highness," the brawny handsome soldier asked with a bow.

Monique took in the exquisite vision of him kneeling before her. She couldn't help noticing and admiring the length of his dick lying across the floor as if displayed for her enjoyment as he knelt. "You may," she said.

The soldier stood and approached closer to the steps of her throne. "We have captured a wench, caught in the bed of your prince-to-be, seducing through bondage to have her way with him," he announced.

The room gasped in stunned silence at the unthinkable crime.

"Was he complicit?" she asked.

"Yes, your highness, it appears he was enjoying great pleasure with her."

"Bring her to me so I can see this slut," she demanded.

"Bring her in!" the Sargent at Arms called out.

Two burly guards entered the throne room dragging the spirited reprobate in. She was crying while fighting them with each step as she was dragged toward the austere opulence of the throne, before being thrown down before the steps, her head bowed. Monique could only see her blond hair while the woman lay in a clump before her, wearing a thin cotton frock.

"Stand," Monique commanded.

The woman gathered her bare feet beneath her and stood, looking up toward the princess. Monique gasped at the sight of Candace's face looking back at her, still dirtied with cum from her act of scandalous betrayal.

"You dare betray me," she said to the beautiful wench.

"I only gave him what he wanted, and could not get elsewhere," she answered brazenly.

Her words stung. "You whore," Monique answered back, wounded. "If all you want is to be fucked by men in ways they could not have, then so be it." Monique yelled as she took her seat again on her throne. "Strip her!" Monique yelled to the guards.

The two guards standing next to Candace ripped the thin cotton frock from her frame and threw the fabric behind them. Candace's gorgeous body was displayed bare before Monique. Monique could see how she would be irresistible to any man.

"On your knees skank," she ordered.

The two guards hit Candace's knees from behind, causing them to buckle and hit the floor. They tied her hands behind her back.

"You men," Monique barked, pointing to the west side of the throne room where a small battalion of soldiers stood guard. Surround her and cover her with your cum," she ordered.

The soldiers immediately moved from their positions and surrounded the beautiful naked prisoner, incarcerating her in a wall of muscular flesh. Without hesitation, the soldiers surrounding the prisoner did as ordered, pulling their gigantic dicks out and doing what was necessary to oblige the princess. In a matter of seconds the first of the men began to moan as cum began to launch into the air toward the beautiful helpless target in the center of the circle. Almost like a chain reaction from one soldier to the next, wave after wave of thick sticky cum began to blanket her, coating her body in a layer of white man-paint. Cum covered her face, filled her hair, and poured down her body, covering her shoulders, neck and tits.

"Resume your guard positions" the princess ordered.

The men stepped back and returned to their positions to guard the west side of the throne room. Candace was exposed, flanked only by the original two guards. She was barely recognizable from the covering of cum.

"You men," Monique called out, pointing to the guards on the east end of the room. "See if you can do better," she ordered.

The men immediately left their posts to surround the captured wench. Candace tried futilely to lick what cum she could from her face.

"Commence!" the princess ordered.

The new battalion immediately accepted the order and challenge to outdo the first. In a matter of just a few minutes, the prisoner was covered with another thick layer of cum. Candace was helpless to the amount of cum being launched over her, spraying her as if with hoses.

"Back to your posts," the princess ordered.

The men stepped back and returned to their positions, exposing the cum-drenched Candace kneeling in a pool of white.

"And now you shall receive your sentence," she said with satisfaction. "I sentence you to the stocks in the center of the prison courtyard," she decreed, knowing that Candace's neck and wrists locked in the prison confines would leave her bent over and helpless to the free access of her naked body.

"But your majesty," the Sargent of Arms offered shyly, hesitant to question the Royal in public. "The prison is only for men. No women have ever been allowed in there."

"Exactly," Monique answered. "If her wish is to pleasure men with what they cannot have, then let my benevolence to her and all those in the prison be known as an example to all who dare to steal what belongs to me. It shall be done," she declared.

"Oh gawd no. Please, your highness," Candace begged, as cum continued to drip down her face.

"Out with her," Monique said unmoved. The room was silent at the dispensation of justice. Candace disappeared through the majestic doors, carried by the two burly guards.

"Now bring in my Prince-To-Be," she commanded in a soft but firm voice.

Within minutes, guards escorted Carl in to the massive room. No chains were necessary for someone of his stature, unless sentenced for a crime. When summoned by royalty, one has no choice but to comply, even one with a standing such as the Prince-To-Be. Carl walked in wearing princely attire, as he had grown accustomed since courting the princess. Carl stopped before her majesty's throne.

The guards began to walk away.

"Remain with him," the princess ordered.

"You summoned me my love?" he asked, in hopes she was unaware of his infidelity. Yet deep down he knew better. Nothing got past the omniscient princess in the kingdom, especially in matters of keen interest.

"Is it true?" the princess asked in a firm voice, hoping he would have come clean on his own. She was known to be merciful with those who were forthright and repentant.

"What is it of which you speak?" he asked.

Her hopes of his candor and remorse were dashed, doubling the pain of his treachery. "It matters not any more," she said, maddened. "I need a good fuck," she added.

Her Prince-To-Be smiled devilishly. "Could it be?" he wondered to himself. Had he gotten away with his tryst with Candace, and now would be seduced again just an hour later, this time by his own soon-to-be bride? His conniving arrogance grew within him. "As you wish," he said arrogantly as he removed his robe to skewer the princess before her watching court.

"I see my desires arouse you," she said, seeing his large erect manhood rising toward her.

"My pleasure is for yours," he answered.

"Seize him and chain him to the wall," she commanded.

The guards flanking him on either side immediately took the naked infidel to the wall and secured him using chains bolted there when prisoners were brought in for sentencing.

"I will get my pleasure," she answered, but never again from you. You have betrayed me in my own palace," she said as a declaration of guilt. "She has already confirmed it and has been sentenced."

"But my love!" he cried out.

"Silence!" Monique declared. "I will be pleasured, and you shall watch, without ever again having the pleasure yourself."

The princess rose from her throne and pointed to two beautiful female servants. One was of very dark skin, the other fair with long red hair. "You two, I order you to pleasure him. You will torment and tease him to the best of your seductive abilities, but you shall not allow him to reach climax. I know him well. He will be helpless to your seduction. Keep him on the edge of climax. He will become desperate to give. You shall not allow it. If you do , then the sentence of Candace to the stocks in the prison courtyard shall be yours as well. However, if you mercilessly torture him with success, as I know you will, you shall be rewarded richly."

The two gorgeous servants seductively approached the prisoner, seeing with new eyes why the princess had been so taken with him. His dick stood almost a troighid in length, and gloriously thick for pleasure. The beautiful black seductress lowered herself to her knees before him and wrapped her thick succulent lips around his shaft. Carl immediately dropped his head back against the wall in stunned disbelief at what was happening, and the sentence these two gorgeous creatures were unleashing on him as punishment.

Carl's moment of pleasure was interrupted by Monique's next pronouncement. "It is time to celebrate my righteous decrees for justice to prevail in the kingdom," she added. "A royal orgy is now declared. I shall have all of you before the day is done," she said with a smile. "Let it be known, male or female, the one who pleasures me most shall become my Chief Royal Courtesan, never to want for anything again."

The band began their music again, changing to songs reserved for merriment and royal celebrations. Monique stood and removed her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles, displaying her royal beauty for all to see. Carl gasped at the sight of her as the two women continued their amorous assault on him. Monique promenaded down the stairs from her throne to the center of her regal throne room. Her subjects stripped their clothing and stepped in to encircle the gorgeous princess.

Eight of the giant guards pressed in close, their herculean bodies becoming a surrounding wall of lust for the princess to enjoy. Her hands moved freely across their muscular chests and abs, reaching down to caress their already hard dicks in her delicate hands. Each of their cocks was impressively more than an Irish troighid in length, easily larger than Carl. They pressed in toward her like thick spokes of a wheel, with the beautiful lusty princess at the axis. It was a fitting way to begin.

While the other servants waited for their promised turn with the princess, they turned to one another for erotic merriment. Some paired up, while others gathered in groups of three or four, offering mutual pleasure. The sounds of moans in the large room began to grow louder than the party music vigorously offered by the quintet. It was clear the royal orgy would last hours, if not days until the princess' desires were fully met, and a winner was announced for the new coveted royal position of her inner court.

The eight men of Monique's small party moved her to one of the beds with the princess taking her rightful place at the center. The more she succumbed to the touch and sweet taste of the muscular giants, the more she became insatiable for them. A small part of her was still aware it was all a fantasy, yet only a very little. Most of her was lost in the fantastical reality of the incredible dream unfolding around her. She mounted on one of the giants, allowing his colossal dick to fill her pussy. She whimpered at the massive size, until it disappeared completely into her wetness. She took one in her mouth, while grabbing a hold of two more with her hands. Just as she did, she felt another begin to circle her anal doorway. Monique gasped at the size of it pushing into her, pressing against the other already consuming her pussy.

"Gawd YES!" she screamed, although severely muffled by the dick gloriously filling her mouth. Monique basked at the feel of being taken, and reciprocally taking five of the magnificent giants at one time. She had always secretly dreamed of it, but now was in it. The whole experience overwhelmed her lusty body, causing her first orgasm to grow quickly like a wave rising as a tsunami. She had never felt more wonderful. Her nipples tightened and grew to a size she had never experienced, pushing out more than an inch. The princess helplessly succumbed to rapturous orgasm, flooding her pussy and then soaking the outside of her ass with the first wave of cum pouring liberally from her. Her body convulsed at the pleasure, quaking with giant tremors. The five men continued their synchronized fuck of the princess, heightening her pleasure with wave after wave of euphoric pleasure.

Suddenly the giant with his dick in her pussy thrust hard, filling her already-soaked womanhood with his cum. The first set of a chain reaction from the other soldiers; the five suddenly filled every crevice and coated every inch of her beauty with their magnificent thick cream.

Women servants immediately pressed in under and around them, lapping up the flood of cum from her body, slurping up the juices from her pussy. "Oh yes! Yes!" the princess yelled as their tongues lured another orgasmic wave toward climax.

Carl watched in hopeless despair at the sight of his former lover being taken again and again in absolute pleasure while he was being tortured through denial by the seducing touch of the two women assigned to him. As each hour passed, he became more fraught, making promises they knew he would never be able to keep. The women took advantage of him and his desperation, using the opportunity to pleasure themselves again and again, yet masterfully denying his satisfaction.

As hours turned into a day and then another, Monique continued to be further filled and covered by layers of cum. She basked in the magic of it all as new reinforcements endlessly replaced those before them for the royal pleasuring of the princess. She had never been able to come so often, frequently or hard as she was experiencing, yet with each climax, her desire, ability and intensity only grew. She was insatiable; she was lost in nirvana.

Finally, at the end of the great orgy, the room was filled with moans and the fragrant aroma of cum covering the princess, bed, room and participants. No one had ever remembered or heard of such a royal orgy in the history of the kingdom. Monique lay out in beautiful display across the royal canopied bed. Her face was radiant with delight.

She had almost forgot about Carl until she saw him squirming in the chains. His swollen purple dick throbbed in desperation for relief. Precum moistened his bulbous head. The two servants continued to torment him, keeping him at the edge of the most earthshaking orgasm he had ever experienced. His dick ached dreadfully.

Monique smiled at his suffering. She walked over to him, coated with thick cum covering her beautiful princess body. She savored that Carl had watched men and women enjoy her again and again over the days of the royal orgy. What had been his to fuck was now generously shared with the entire room, except for him. When she arrived to him, she lowered her long fingers to gently stroke his throbbing hypersensitive cock. "Have you ever wanted me to take you more?" she asked.

"Please Monique," he pleaded.

"You shall call me Your Majesty," she ordered. "Never again will my name be uttered from your lips. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Please!" he begged. "I am desperate," he continued. "I beg you."

"Release his hands from the chains," she commanded.

Two guards immediately released her former lover from the shackles.

"On your knees," she demanded.

Carl immediately dropped to his knees before her.

"Bring the royal honey and put it between his knees," she ordered.

One of the guards picked up the large bowl of honey on the banquet table and brought it in front of the prisoner, pushing it under his dick.

"You shall never again betray me or another woman with your infidelity or arrogance," she said, looking down at him, yet in the eye.

"Oh gawd, please Your Majesty. I beg for your mercy."

"Douse your cock and balls with all of the honey," she ordered. "All of it!"

Carl was suddenly hopeful at her command, knowing her love of sweets. Maybe she would have mercy on him. Maybe she would bury his honey-coated dick between her own lips to savor his cum that would fill her almost instantly. He reached his hands down into the thick sticky honey, and raised it to his dick, covering his tender genitals.

"Use it all," she ordered.

He continued to empty the bowl, covering his cock, and large aching sack with the finest honey in the kingdom until the bowl was empty. Thick drops of honey dripped off of his manhood. He hoped desperately that the Princess would have her way with him.

"Lock his wrists behind his back with short irons," she ordered.

Two guards quickly obeyed, securing Carl's hands behind his back with thick iron restraints around his wrists. His large hands continued to drip with honey.

"Please Your Majesty."

"You are hereby banished once and for all from my sight and from within the palace walls, never to return," she ordered. "It is decreed that no one in all the land will take him in nor assist him in any way, under penalty of castration."

"Please, Your Majesty," he pleaded again.

"Silence!" she said with a calm but determined voice. "My sentence is merciful and just, compared to what I could do to you," she said. "Never will I see or hear from you again, or the full extent of my wrath will be unleashed."

"But your majesty," the Sargent of Arms offered shyly again, hesitant to question the Royal in public, especially a second time. "There are bears and other wild animals in the forests surrounding the castle. With his hands bound unable to protect himself, and his dick covered with the strong scent of honey..."

"Out with him!" she yelled, as she turned from him back to her throne. "So shall it be!"

Carl fought futilely as two burly guards carried him out of the inner throne room of the palace, and toward he main gates of the outer palace walls wearing only the honey he covered his dick with.

She turned at sat down in her throne, facing the crowd in stunned disbelief. "With that taken care of, it is time for the more important task of declaring the winner and who will become my new Chief Courtesan."

The crowd of hyper-aroused servants gathered around her throne in eager expectation of the prestigious announcement. She looked slowly around the room, connecting with the eyes of each one there. Her calculated movement built wonderful suspense as they anticipated the announcement from her lips.

Finally, her eyes returned to one of her manservants standing humbly in the middle of the room near the back. "The one I declare, from this day on, shall be my Chief Royal Courtesan, devoted to my endless pleasure." She paused and then pointed her finger to the middle of the crowd. "You," she said. All eyes instantly turned to the man to see whom she was calling to. "Javier, Master of the Teas. It is decreed, you shall be my Chief Courtesan, Master of my pleasure."

"It shall be my honor," the humble tea master said with a bow. "Your constant pleasure is my deepest desire."