A Matter of Perspective

With each new hurdle filling the room with her piteous grunts and groans and cries and her body becoming soaked with sweat, all were treated as well to the additional spectacle of watching the beautiful young woman fling her breasts and arms about even more than before and the strain on her legs revealed every muscle as she struggled to adjust her posture and squat down upon the rod until her severely abused anus was stretched to the breaking point for the last time and her rectum was painfully filled with steel.

Achieving her goal just before the time ran out, Lenora found herself exhausted and thus could do no more than dangle her arms at her sides and weep, but she found that due to the rigidly vertical nature of the metal inside her, she was forced to maintain an upright posture and thus share every emotion in full view of everyone, not to mention the obscene view of her unusually large pussy as it protruded well out and down between her wide-spread legs, revealing everything about itself.

Seeing what was needed at the moment, the King continued his management of the affair by turning over yet another hour-glass.

"The board will take fifteen minutes to prepare for the questioning."

It was then, in her first act of kindness, that Bailey produced a damp cloth and began to gently wipe Lenora's face and offer her some whispered condolences and encouragement and even some humor.

"There my dear, I know it was hard, but you did very well, very well indeed. It would have been nice though wouldn't it if someone would have thought to put some grease on that pole."

Forced to a small smile in spite of everything, Lenora also received and acted upon the kind old lady's further advice.

It will be best if you keep your legs wide apart, the wider the better. It will hurt less."

Her time for rest coming to a quick end, the King's words once again brought the proceedings to order.

"Questioning will now begin. Bailey, please bring the accused to attention."

The pain of the spike in her rectum now mostly subsided, Lenora found the focus of her discomfort was more and more becoming the narrow horizontal rod, as the entirety of her body weight was being supported by only the two small pieces of metal extending from the base of the the hideous metal spike.

Wishing to God she could be elsewhere, but having no choice or any more time to think about it, she quickly had to give her attention to Bailey's instructions.

"The accused will lace her fingers together and place her hands behind her head."

Once again using the wooden pointer, Bailey began to tap Lenora's body where she wanted adjustments to be made as per her instructions.

"Elbows back... arch your back... chest out... further..."

Making her last adjustment, Bailey finally placed the tip of the pointer under Lenora's chin and raised it up to almost a forty-five degree angle before issuing her final order.

"The accused will remain perfectly still."

With both her breasts and her pussy thus pointing far out toward the strangers before her, Lenora felt another wave of profound humiliation flow through her body and she now thought about her hairy armpits and how they would reveal and remind everyone that she was but a lowly peasant with no sense of the finer points of feminine grooming.

However, with no option to do otherwise, she was forced to simply endure as the questioning began and her predicament became fully manifest as she was forced to answer their questions while maintaining the absolute stillness of her posture.

"Lenora Buckley... Thirty years old... License to operate an establishment serving liquor... license to brew beer... license to provide lodging... unlawful importation of pork... failure to pay tariff on imported cheese... production of wool without a license... illegal exchange of foreign currency."

On and on the discussion and charges levied against her proceeded for almost an hour before all her offenses had been carefully enunciated and recorded, and for none of them did the beautiful, but doomed Lenora have any defense.

"Is there anything further from the board?" the King finally asked as the last of the charges was recorded.

"Nothing further, Your Majesty," replied the chief accountant.

"Very well," replied the King, "The accused may relax while the board prepares for the depositions of the witnesses."

Using the moment, Bailey once again came to Lenora's aid, offering her at least a sliver of hope as she gently applied a cool moist cloth to her face.

"Very good, Lenora my dear," encouraged the kindly servant, "You are conducting yourself very well indeed and don't forget the King is on your side, I can tell. It's going to get worse before it gets better, but if you can stand it, trust me, there is hope."

"It hurts," Lenora could only respond softly.

"I know," replied Bailey, "but listen to me now, the next procedure will be the last and while it won't be any more painful, it will be just as important. Most all of the witnesses will be your friends, customers and other people you know. Remember, when I call you to posture, you must assume the position correctly and hold it perfectly no matter what. You must also be very careful not to make eye contact with anyone. They will all see you just as you are now and you will just have to endure it, but most importantly, you must not cry or cry out with your discomfort.

People understand the law is demanding and they will secretly enjoy your nudity, but they want to be shielded from harsh realities. They will not know there is a spike up your ass. They will think you are simply sitting on something small and you must not ruin the illusion. The board will not appreciate it if you make them look overly cruel. You must not cry or let on that you are in pain. Do you understand?"

"I understand," answered Lenora, meekly.

Receiving the nod from Bailey that all was ready, The King rang the bell and after some chairs had been provided, the first witnesses were called in and seated to the side of the platform.

"Is this the woman you know as Lenora Buckley?" began the King, as Bailey turned the platform to present Lenora to them face on.

Seeing it was her deceased husband's sister and her husband, Lenora's heart began to race. She knew the woman had always been jealous of her, but she was soon greatly relieved as no vengeance was visited upon her.

She did however notice it was just as Bailey had predicted and they were both enjoying her nudity, just for different reasons, he out of lust and she out of spite.

"Yes we know her..."

"You are informed that she has voluntarily chosen to present herself to you as she is in order to demonstrate her intention to be absolutely forthright and honest. Do you swear to be the same?"

"Yes, of course..."

Has Mrs. Buckley ever said anything to you about avoiding her government fees?... Has she ever spoken ill of the Crown?... Do you believe she is an honest woman?..."

On and on the parade of witnesses continued, each receiving the same introductory remarks and swearing to tell the truth until almost everyone Lenora knew and many she didn't had feasted upon her big beautiful breasts and long thick nipples, and most humiliatingly of all, her bare and extraordinarily large pussy.

For the people who already knew her, it was a chance to satisfy their long held curiosity about her big breasts and indulge themselves in some new fantasies, even though they were her friends and felt immensely sorry for her. For the ones she didn't know, it was a chance for them to partake of whatever pleasure they might derive from watching a beautiful, helpless woman forced to display her most intimate features to their unfetterd gaze.

For Lenora, it was simply a matter of having to endure what seemed like an eternity of the most profound humiliation.

It was the town reverend and his wife, however, who were the last and, ultimately, the most consequential witnesses.

Both looking to be in their late forties or early fifties, they made a dignified entrance with their plain clothes and stately manner. The reverend's wife in particular exuded a most proper and conservative demeanor which was accentuated by her very old fashioned hairdo and by the way in which she slowly took her seat and assumed a most formal posture.

Adjusting his approach accordingly, the King took on a more gentle tone.

"First I would like to apologize to you Mrs. Fairfield for Mrs. Buckley's nudity," began the King, "as a woman of the cloth, I offer you my sincere regrets if you are caused any embarrassment."

"It's certainly no embarrassment to me," the reverend's wife quickly and piously replied, surprising them all, "The law is the law. We all have to respect the law."

"Indeed," agreed the King, "Well, perhaps the two of you could tell the board in general terms what you know and think of Mrs. Buckley."

"I know her be a good woman, Your Majesty," began the reverend, "She is virtuous and moral and we can always depend upon her to donate a little cooking and food for our various causes."

"I see," replied the King.

"Yes, and more than quite a few times I have seen her hand good food out the rear of her kitchen to some poor unfortunate soul, Your Majesty," added the reverend.

"Ummm... continued the King, "and you, Mrs. Fairfield, what is your opinion?"

"Well, began the reverends wife, pleased to have the stage, "She can't sew worth a hill of beans, Your Majesty, and her language can be a little salty once in a while, but deep down she has the heart of an Angel and I will say that with my hand on the bible if you ask me to."

"Very well," said the King, but before he could say anything more, the reverend's wife found herself unable to refrain from making the most her moment in the spotlight.

"If she has broken the law it wasn't her fault, Your Majesty," continued the reverend's wife, "and I know that for a fact."

"Prey tell, Mrs. Fairfield," replied the King, now intrigued along with the rest of the board.

"Well, it's just as plain as the nose on your face," the reverends wife continued, forgetting herself, "She doesn't have a man. It's been more than two years now she's been without a man, you know. A good man would have been giving her the switch now and again, you see. There's nothing like a good switch to keep a good woman good if you know what I mean... Your Majesty."

"Indeed," replied the King, having to hide his amusement.

"It's been working for me for over 30 years now," the reverend's wife continued, much to her husband's obvious horror, "Yes sir, 100 strokes of the switch on my naked backside every solstice and every equinox. Yes sir, you don't see me breaking any laws, no sir... Your Majesty."

"Very well, and thank you very much," replied the King, ringing the bell for a servant to escort them out.

Waiting until the laughter of the members of the board had subsided resultant to Mrs. Fairfield's testimony, the King again called for order and a final decision.

"I think we've heard enough," declared, the King, "I would appreciate the board's decision within the hour. The accused may relax, but will remain on the chair."

"Alright my dear," informed Bailey, "but you still may not cover yourself."

Having to maintain her upright posture because of the spike, Lenora could do no more than drop her hands to her sides and begin softly crying.

"Oh! God, it hurts!" Lenora cried as Bailey cradled her head in her arms, "I can't take it any more. I want to die. I don't care if I go to prison. Bailey, please! "

"I know, my dear, I know," consoled the old lady, "but don't worry, my dear, you're not going to prison. The board is very good at reading the King and it's clear he likes you. They won't cross him on this. They will simply dump you in his lap."

"Do you really think so?" asked Lenora, finally looking up at her.

"I know so," replied the old woman, "You were magnificent today, my dear, you made the King proud of you. I've know him since he was born and I can tell."

Entirely in keeping with Bailey's assessment of the situation and with great simplicity, the board soon returned to the room and after Lenora once again laced her fingers together behind her head and thrust her breasts toward them, rendered their decision.

"The board finds that the accused, Mrs. Lenora Buckley, is guilty on all charges, however, being satisfied that Mrs. Buckley's offenses were committed out of ignorance rather than any intentional malfeasance on her part, the board recommends that her prison sentence of 14 years in prison and fines in the amount of 14,000 marks shall be rendered to the disposition of His Majesty the King."

The proceeding finally concluded, the members of the board silently filed out of the room and the King issued another somewhat surprising order.

"I will be left alone with Mrs. Buckley," he ordered, but to Lenora's dismay, the King simply turned her toward the couch, sat down and stared at her without speaking.

Not knowing exactly what to do, Lenora was able to wait only a couple of minutes before she began begging desperately with both her eyes and her words.

"Please, Your Majesty, I'll do anything you want, anything, really I will, anything at all."

"You will belong to me in every regard," declared the King, "and you understand what I mean by every regard?"

"I understand," answered Lenora, meekly.

"Convince me," ordered the King.

Slowly spreading her legs even wider, she once again put her arms behind her head and once again thrust her breasts out toward the king, presenting him with the most complete view possible of both her breasts and pussy and remained perfectly still as she issued her surrender.

"I will serve you, Your Majesty, in every regard and in any way that may please you, any way whatsoever."

"Very well," declared the King, after he had made Lenora hold the position for almost a full quarter hour, "Then this is my decision. Henceforth, for the next fourteen years you shall belong to me in every way, without any restrictions whatsoever. Additionally, you shall be required to pay the 14,000 marks of your fine according to my discretion. Do you agree?"

"I agree," said Lenora, meekly.

"Alright, Lenora," said the King, calling her by her first name for the first time as he walked to her and offered his assistance, "Here, put your hands on my shoulders, easy now, just go slowly, one at a time."

Her anus now somewhat lubricated by her own natural juices, Lenora found it easier to extricate herself from the evil spike than it had been to get on it and she was grateful for the Kings support after she was finally able to do so. Putting his arm around her shoulders, he slowly walked her from the room and down a series of small inner hallways until they finally entered a large well appointed bedroom with an adjoining bathroom.

"Take a bath now and get some sleep," said the King, after he had gently sat her on the bed and comforted her for a few moments, "You did very well today."

Venturing into the bathroom after the King had made his departure, Lenora found the large tub already filled with pleasantly warm water which greatly relaxed and soothed her, and after only a short bath she returned to the big bed and quickly fell into a deep sleep, not even thinking about the fact that she was still nude, nor even thinking to worry about tomorrow.

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Awakening to a silent and empty room, Lenora lay quietly on the bed for a while, trying without much success to imagine and predict what her future might hold until the King entered and walked over to a dresser beside the bed.

Slowly and carefully removing his clothes, he paid her no attention until he finally turned to face her, totally nude and totally erect.

Knowing what was going to happen, Lenora lowered her head onto the pillow and spread herself to receive him, but found she was barely able to do so as she became almost overwhelmed, not only with fear, but strangely, also with excitement as she beheld the essence of the King's manhood.

Half again as long and easily twice as thick as had been her husband's, the King's penis loomed large in Lenora's imagination as he lubricated it with his own spittle, but she was left with little time for contemplation as he promptly mounted her without hesitation, forcing her to grimace and groan as he did so.

Giving her no time to make any adjustments to his presence inside her, the King promptly went about his own business of stroking her as he pleased, but as the moments went by, and in spite of everything, Lenora found that, just as it always happened, her strong natural responses took on a life of their own and a warm and pleasant feeling begin to emanate from deep inside her.

Receiving no quarter from the King as he soon began a vigorous assault, in no time at all Lenora found herself responding to him with eagerness, moving with him and signaling her pleasure with a variety of grunts and gasps and moans and groans.

Taking note of her pleasure, the King proceeded to give Lenora his best with a variety of long deep strokes and short powerful ones until she began humping her hips and lifting and kicking her legs even more forcefully.

Also using her loud and copious vocalizations as a guide, the King efficiently went about the business of pleasing them both and he found himself greatly enjoying the sounds as she continually grunted and moaned and groaned underneath him for several minutes until a final explosion delivered her into a foggy haze of contentment, but the king not having yet satisfied his own needs, gave her no release and bade her position herself on her hands and knees as he quickly mounted her from behind.

Beginning anew, the King lifted one leg up onto his foot and began to take his time at a moderate pace. With long easy strokes, he began to explore every aspect of Lenora's sexuality with his big dick.

Fucking her in both long and short strokes and in every other way he knew how, he used her in every way his imagination moved him, enjoying greatly her robust responses as she was compelled to answer him with every sound and movement of which she was capable.

For over an hour the King made the beautiful Lenora moan and groan and growl until three times more she bellowed her pleasure and fell onto her elbows, but even then the King wasn't satisfied until after a few more strokes, when in perfect silence and stillness, his big dick dove deep into her and the accompanying extra warmth as he emptied himself inside her prompted her to issue the long low chortling sound of consummation before she collapsed in exhaustion and fell deeply asleep in his arms.

It was then also that the King realized, with a great deal of surprise, that although he had taken her as he pleased, he had not been unaffected and his feelings for her as she lay in his arms and he realized that he already cared about her more than he had ever intended.

And thus did the time pass for the next month and a fortnight as the magic that had started in the bedroom found a life of its own and they spent most of their time outside of the bedroom together as well as inside it, taking long walks and having long talks, and by the time the first bloom of the garden roses had come and gone, the beautiful peasant woman Lenora Buckley and the ruggedly handsome and robust King that owned her had fallen deeply and passionately in love.

It was also during this time of pleasure that the King would talk to her of his plans to make her a rich woman. In great detail he would tell her of his plans to have his architects and craftsmen expand her tavern and of how it would now be an official royal stop-over for anyone on the King's business.

Almost forgetting about her former ordeal and the requirements that had been placed on her, Lenora's heart was filled with joy and hope for the future.