The Tournament by Scarlett Vora Page A

and the stableboys, the butlers and the cooks.  
    "The people who serve the Queen most intimately receive the most intimate service in return," said the Steward, by way of introduction.  
    The young servants, beardless and new to their jobs, swarmed the aspirants. They pushed and shoved the women onto tables and chairs, down onto the hard stone floor even, before the older palace servants could even approach.  
    Two boys with identical carrot-red hair who appeared to be brothers tossed Ruby across a banquet table. One of them leapt over the top while the other dug his fingers through Ruby's cunt and crowed when he found her wet.  
    "We've got a hot one," he bragged, pawing her hips and spreading the cheeks of her ass.  
    Next to Ruby, another aspirant laid out on the table squealed as a footman bit her breast. With her head dangling over the end of the table, Ruby could watch a burly lad with a thick, muscular ass pumping his cock into another girl he'd dragged onto floor by the great fireplace.  
    The brother positioned at Ruby's cunt shoved his cock in. "Oh yeah," he moaned, pumping with violent enthusiasm. "I'm balls-deep in cunt . I'm fucking it good."  
    The other brother cradled Ruby's head and stuck his cock down her throat. "Push it on me, brother," he urged. "Make her suck my cock, get it all down."
    "Hngh," grunted the boy in her cunt, thrusting.  
    "Unh," said the other, pushing back from the other direction.  
    Pinned between the two, Ruby felt like a pig on a spit. But they were excited, and responsive. When she pinched her nipples, both brothers shouted encouragement.  
    The brother fucking her mouth came first, pulling out and spurting a stream of thin, milky cum onto her breasts. "Switch places?" he suggested.
    "Fuck yes," said the brother in her cunt. "We'll fuck every hole she's got."
    When they were done and Ruby finally sat up, cum splattered her thighs and matted her hair. A fat, bearded cook handed her a clean cloth. "Don't worry,"   he said. "They'll wear out quickly, at that pace. Why don't we get some food in you?"
    The cooks had prepared a banquet of roast meats and creamed vegetables, fruits stewed in sugar and fresh bread still warm from the oven.  
    "The King does not eat better," said the fat cook, piling a plate high for her.
    Ruby wiped the cum off of her face before it could crust and ate with the fat cook. He named the other cooks, and their specialties: the pastry chef, the baker, the saucemaker.
    "I roast the meats." He flexed his brawny arms for her. "I can haul a whole beef carcass up from the slaughterhouse. Save the cart for weaklings."
    "You must be very strong," said Ruby.
    "As an ox. I'm big everywhere. Big strong arms, big fat belly." He grinned. "Big thick cock."  
    Ruby put down her plate and smiled.
    The fat cook laughed. "Good girl!" he cried, smacking her on the ass.
    Ruby squealed.
    "You like that?" He spanked her again. "I'll have your hindquarters pink as a ham and tender as veal in a minute."
    He bent her over the table right next to her empty plate and spanked her until it her ass burned and tears leaked down her cheeks from the terrible sting.  
    "Give her a whack for me!" the fat cook called to an elderly gentleman.
    The elderly gentleman approached. He acknowledged Ruby with a sober nod and gave her a hard, closed-finger smack that made her wail like a child.  
    "Happy Tournament," said the elderly gentleman to the fat cook, before walking away.  
    "Your ass is rosy as a chunk of burning coal and just as hot," said the cook, unlacing his breeches to reveal his cock, thick as a sausage. It jutted, purple-brown and engorged, below the shelf of his great belly. "And now I'm going to stoke it."  
    His girth was too great for comfort. He pinched her nipples and smacked her as he worked his way inside of her, pushing hard to make room. Her cunt had never been stretched so tight and it hurt , but so did everything else—her whole body burned or stung or