Note to followers: I wrote this story many years ago and decided to dust it off, update a few things and get it ready to pass the publication tests for Literotica. Happy Holidays everyone. There will be new chapters added to The New Neighbour series and the Vacation Interrupted series in January. One last thing...as usual the story you are about to read is based on fictional characters who are all 18 years of age or older.
For King and Country
In the country of Northland King Reginald reigned supreme. Centuries of war had led the country to its unchallenged position of strength in the region. It occupied and strictly controlled its two largest neighbors through fear and a military none dared challenge. This was no simple feat requiring a sizable, loyal, strong and experienced army. Fortunately the commanding General, General Malcolm MacDonald although only thirty-two was both experienced, respected and adored by the thousands of men who loyally served under his command. The General had fought side by side with his men through one battle after another and in doing so had endeared his men to him.
A recent political upheaval had led to the overthrow and execution of King Harold, Reginald's older brother. The political infighting that had preceded the overthrow had almost torn the country apart its enemies anxiously awaiting the outcome. General Malcolm had, in the interests of preventing all out civil war, refused to take sides preferring to let the brothers, their entourages and other loyal followers battle it out. Malcolm moved quickly with his forces among the countryside with a show of force designed to deflect any opportunists who might attempt to test the strength of a country temporarily in turmoil.
Eventually Reginald had emerged victorious. His first Royal decree was to order the execution of his brother along with his family, friends, confidants and followers alike but he decided to delay the carrying out of the death sentence for a much more personal act at the urging of his right-hand man, the notorious and feared Boar. The Boar, a born giant of a warrior with a violent temper and brutal history of atrocities had lusted after Harold's wife Queen Isabella and other young women in the King's retinue. The Queen held an important place in his heart if one would so charitably describe it so.
The Boar had dangerously made advances towards the Queen that had come to the attention of the King. She had made her feelings about him known publicly in light of his actions much to the delight of the kingdom but to the utter humiliation of the Boar. The King had been prepared to have him executed but his brother Reginald had convinced him that the Boar was a military asset to the kingdom. The Boar had not escaped punishment altogether however - he was publicly flogged - one hundred lashes which he endured without a sound much to the delight, shock and fear of the people. His reputation had not been undermined after all but the public humiliation had sat like rotten food in his gut. He prayed for revenge and it had fallen into his lap with the overthrow.
The first act had been the removal of Reginald's eyelids. He was then unceremoniously dragged into the main castle chamber tied to his damaged throne and forced to watch the defilement of his pretty wife first by Reginald himself then the Boar amongst cheers and laughter of onlookers some of whom were allowed to actively participate. Harold according to some had laughed as he took the Queen again and again while allowing the Boar and his men free rein to use her and any other female supporters of the dethroned King at their leisure.
The coup-de-gras was when the Boar had positioned Queen Isabella with her head in her husband's lap force to suck him while the Boar ravaged her virgin rectum. She had screamed and screamed while near gagging with Reginald's semi-swollen penis almost choking her. The Boar had laughed, grunted and roared as he ravaged her slapping loudly her curvy bare buttocks until they reddened. The crowd of hundreds had cheered him on as his monstrous erection took its toll on the helpless former queen. He viciously grabbed her hips and pummeled her in pure hatred. He had lifted his head to the ceiling roaring out his release as he emptied himself in her. Sated he pulled free of the queen who was executed shortly thereafter
The Boar had then returned to face Reginald. He was still naked his pelvis and legs covered with the secretions of the Queen. Harold's head was lowered shaking with grief and anguish. Reginald nodded. The crowd was silent as a guard handed the Boar a wicked looking knife. Reginald looked up slowly anguish replaced with hatred. The Boar smiled cruelly.
"Do it! DO IT you depraved monster!"
The Boar's smile had faltered.
"Your Queen's cunt was tasty but I have had better," he said loudly.
Reginald thrashed uselessly in his bindings.
"It must have been difficult," Reginald began, "a real woman! Hah! I thought you preferred the bums of young young mans! "
The crowd looked on in shock. Slowly laughter rose throughout the airy chamber.
"Aghhh! " the Boar growled plunging the blade into Reginald's chest and ending his life. Harold looked on in awe at his man. Laughter began to rise. At first the Boar became angry until he noticed that he was in full erection. He smiled and laughed with everyone before pointing to a buxom woman arms held pinned by Reginald's guards.
"HER!" he said loudly pointing.
Before departing Malcolm had insisted that the families of the men accompany them. Although unusual Malcolm feared for their safety given that Harold's right-hand man, the Boar, had a small army under his own control and a reputation for cruelty and carnage unmatched. The Boar's cruelty was legendary and Malcolm knew that no one was safe while he was given free reign.
His own gorgeous blonde haired blue-eyed wife Catherine rode alongside him. She was displeased having been reluctant to leave the luxury of their accommodations to go traipsing through the dusty and dirty countryside on a mission she failed to understand. When Malcolm had tried to explain the concern for her safety and that of others she had waved her hand dismissively adding that no one would be foolish enough to lay hands of the General's wife. While she may have been right Malcolm had been unwilling to take the risk.
At twenty-six Catherine had been married to Malcolm for two years. The marriage had been arranged when she reached the matronly age of twenty-three old by standards of the day. Her mother, Andrea, herself a gorgeous specimen had raised Catherine on a strict upbringing that included the importance of the kingdom and the king himself. As Catherine grew into adulthood it became apparent that her breathless beauty and striking womanly features could catch the eye of the king himself. It was at that point that Andrea began to orchestrate a place in the hierarchy itself that could include the King. Unfortunately at the time King Harold had been a dedicated family man and his queen in excellent health. The thought of a mistress while acceptable would have given Catherine a tenuous foothold on royalty but Harold had scoffed at the notion put forth by Andrea suggesting instead his young general Malcolm as a suitable husband for the breathless beauty.
Andrea's plans appeared to have been thwarted. Ignoring the King's suggestion, once made, would have been unthinkable. The marriage of Catherine and Malcolm had taken place two months later with all the pomp and presence of a Royal undertaking. The royal carriage ride through the cobblestone streets of the medieval capital was momentous as thousands lined the streets for a glance at the young powerful couple. Andrea was ingratiated but not enough. She would keep a sharp eye out for new emerging possibilities as the times dictated.
Over time Catherine and Malcolm had fallen in love speaking occasionally of raising a family but Catherine voiced a concern that she was not quite ready for such a commitment. Frustrated but deeply in love Malcolm relented to the wishes of his beautiful wife.
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MONTHS AFTER THE OVERTHROW - Castle Banquet & Gathering Hall
"What do you think of that one?", the Boar said to the King appraising the charms of the stunning blonde blue-eyed young wife of General Malcolm as she walked by arm in arm with Malcolm.
"A body worthy of a King's bed," the King whispered as he stared at the slight sway of her hips, her ample bosom, beautiful blue eyes, thick luscious painted lips and long flowing blonde hair as she walked.
"A body such as that is meant for only one thing your Majesty", the Boar whispered back his cock swelling at the images his degenerate mind created.
"I must speak with the dressmaker," the Boar said off handed.
The King slowly turned to look at his friend puzzled by the remark. "Why would the dressmaker be of interest? She is comely I gather?"
The Boar guffawed. "I can't answer as to the state of comeliness of such a woman m'Lord since I have never laid eyes or anything else for that matter upon her. But surely," he continued, "she must be using a new fabric or perhaps mending technique to contain such a stupendous and mighty bosom as does the Lady Catherine carry on her person."
They both laughed heartily as those around them joined in nervously unaware of the conversation. The Boar turned his gaze on them and they quickly looked away remembering hastily they had somewhere else to be.
The King patted the mighty broad shoulders of the Boar laughing still. "My dear friend Angus," he began, "what would I do without your humor and strength?"
The Boar smiled in return. "By Royal decree you could take her at your choosing", the Boar said, "After all you are presently without wife and the demands of the crown... surely warrant release as it were from your extraordinary duties."
Reginald stared inquisitively at his confidant his lip curling in thought.
"Be as it may", the King began, "I can ill afford the loss of the General's support. He would unlikely be charitable with his wife's charms."
"Perhaps, perhaps..." the Boar said quietly to his drink.
