Chapter Four
The next day Sarah is going about her business as Sir Walter Raleigh enters the great hall in the Palace for an audience with the Queen. The Queen greets Raleigh, “Welcome Sir Walter what news? Have you found a solution to my unsustainable population problem?” Raleigh nods as he answers, “I have discovered two items in the new World your Majesty. One I call Tobacco. I think if we can encourage enough of the population to smoke it we will cut short the lives of many of your subjects. I have also discovered a new food called a Potato. Once we find a way to make this appetising I feel people will overindulge on it and gradually slow down and expire on their couch earlier than normal. There is also an added bonus to these items and that is you can put a tax on them once they become addictive and make more money for your Majesty’s treasury.” The Queen’s smile begins to broaden as Raleigh carries on, “I see it pleases your Majesty. I haven’t seen you smile like that since I had the great honour to deflower you some years ago.” The Queen grins even more and murmurs something unintelligible and then sends Raleigh on his way, “Thank you Sir Walter I will take this interesting news under consideration and get back to you about how we might proceed.”
Raleigh then leaves and the Queen lifts up her dress revealing a dwarf underneath. He exits her dress licking his lips. Sarah had seen some things in her time in the palace but things appeared to be getting ever more shocking and perverse on a daily basis.
The next day Sarah, who was the Queen’s chambermaid was in her bedchamber when another famous face entered. This time it was Sir Francis Drake, looking every inch the pirate. He was often referred to as a pirate or privateer, with good reason.
Normally Sarah would stay with the Queen throughout such an audience but this time she was asked to leave. Sarah was not sure why because it was common knowledge that Elizabeth’s nickname was the Pirate Queen to those who knew her and some might say to the Spanish as well. It was highly likely that Drake was there to report on his Pirate exploits. Sir Frances Drake enters and bows. “Your Majesty.” The Queen gives a cheeky frown, “I understand you have been a naughty boy Drake. The Spanish claim you are a Pirate and ransacked some Spanish galleons in Cadiz Harbour.”
Drake had been hiding his hands behind his back since he arrived, “I must confess I did your Majesty.” He smiles and pulls out two bags of gold from behind his back and empties them onto the floor. “Here is your share your Grace.” The Queen beckons Drake forward, “The Spanish have insisted you be punished Francis, so drop your pants and bend over my knee.” The Queen lightly spanks him then says, “Let that be a lesson to you Sir Frances. Don’t mess with the Spanish and no more Piracy,” then adds with a wink “Leastways not for another few weeks till they replenish their galleons.” Drake turns around and kisses the Queen and she looks down to find him excited. “I see my punishment pleases you Sir Frances. The Queen goes down on Drake’s firm c**k and he cums fairly quickly. She quips, “You were never one to keep your powder dry Frances and I expect your guns fired just as quickly on the Spanish as they did on me. No wonder they never stood a chance.” She laughs, “I however like to take a bit longer over such matters and now it’s your turn.”
Drake wants to make a good impression and slowly undresses the Queen in an erotic manner. He then kisses every inch of her body while exploring her very wet p***y with his finger. His other hand is otherwise engaged fondling her erect n****e that is buzzing with expectation. The Queen is filled with ecstasy as Drake finishes her off with his tongue.
Recovering from this body tingling experience she starts to feel vulnerable and asks Drake to leave but after he leaves she touches herself more and comes a second time and basks in the glow of excess endorphins racing around her body.