— Chapter 1 —

Lady Godiva had lived a wonderful life, even having lost her first husband.

The land her husband controlled, Coventry, was beautiful, and she was happy to

call it home. She had fallen into a bit of a depression after her first

husband had perished. were born. All of her hand maidens said this was normal

and she would recover, but nothing seemed to be working. Every day blended

into the next. She was heavy hearted over the loss of her previous husband and

the solitude she had felt, even after meeting her new husband. Thankfully her

sister, Wulviva had helped her keep her company. Godiva really had no idea

what she would have done without her.

Her husband, Leofric the III, had managed to make himself quite a few enemies

around the countryside, because of his heavy handed taxation. He donated quite

a bit of his money to the Benedictine monastery and Leominster, Chester, Much

Wenlock and Evesham. Yet their stockpiles continued to grow as the people of

the local lands became successively poorer with each pbuming season of

taxation. There were rumors of great unrest, and even several anonymous

messages sent to Leofric, indicating his life was at risk should he continue

this path.

Upon feeling her husband’s misery at the fact that his own people were close to

a revolt, Lady Godiva began to ask her noblemen and her guards questions about

the people of Coventry. The more she learned the more she was interested. At

one point one of the guards let it slip that the people were so uncultured that

the women of the countryside even laid with horses. That sparked a new line of

questioning that made the guard very uncomfortable. It was clear that he knew

nothing more than the snap comment he had already made, but Lady Godiva was

immediately curious what that meant. Not one to back down from questioning,

the guard promised to make a journey into the countryside under a false name to

get more information, and that seemed to satisfy Lady Godiva.

Several weeks later the same guard was proud to tell the Lady that he had found

several women under their horses, strapped to them with a belly riding saddle

in such a way that they were hung nude beneath them, and in many cases they

would stay in such positions for hours on end, while tending to their daily

tasks. He had many graphic details to tell about the women, where they lived,

and so on. The guard, who Lady Godiva finally realized was named Arthur after

years of working with him, was also happy to announce that he also found that

this was the same village where most of the protesting against the taxation was

originating. Lady Godiva thanked the guard and went back to think about what

she had heard.

Several days later she had come up with a plan. She went down to the stable,

leaving her husband to rule with an iron fist, to set her plan into action.

Her body guard followed close behind her, unaware of her plan. The head of the

stable met her, “Ah, Lady Godiva, shall you have a ride today?” “No thank you,

but I have a favor to ask. I was told the women of Coventry sometimes belly

ride under horses. I’d ask that you procure such a saddle so that I might ride

in that manner.” The stable hand looked at the body guard, Arthur, and both

men began to protest, but before they could get any further she interrupted

them and said, “I’ve made up my mind, I intend to belly ride, for the sake of

my husband and peace for Coventry. Now please do as I ask.”

Both men considered a quick consolation by looking at one another for help, but

neither had the courage. Sensing as much Lady Godiva declared victory, “Thank

you, please alert me immediately as soon as you’re ready.” She turned in a

flurry of long ruffles as her dress trailed behind her. Lady Godiva swallowed

hard, for she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. It was the first

of a long series of events that would have an unknown conclusion. But she knew

it was something she had to try. If she could speak to these people on their

own level, perhaps she could convince them not to murder her husband, and

perhaps even find a way to have everyone live in peace. It was the only thing

she had to give – herself.

The very next day the head of the stables came to meet Lady Godiva. She was in

shock that he managed to find a belly riding saddle so quickly. He looked

somewhat proud but he didn’t want to talk about it further. She quickly stood

to follow him out to the stables, Arthur in tow. There was only one

other person in the stables – a young maiden, not much older than 20 years old

who was sweeping up. Lady Godiva asked one of the most even tempered stallions

to be saddled and asked the maiden to come and help her get undressed.

Everyone was shocked by this directness, but no one questioned her. The body

guard simply stood at the doorway, trying not to watch.

Before long, the maiden had helped Lady Godvia strip her clothes until she was

down to nothing. Her pubic hair was light, like her blond hair. She was in

great shape. She was as pretty as any young maiden, and maybe even more so.

She carefully climbed into the saddle, feeling the cool leather on her skin.

Coventry wasn’t a particularly warm climate, but she ran hot blooded, so it

felt nice. She laid in the saddle, and the head of the stables went around and

secured her arms and legs to the saddle. Lady Godiva hadn’t expected this part

of it, but she didn’t protest. She also didn’t protest when he snuck glances

at her open woman's genitals and her breasts. She figured he would see enough of these

things as he would have to help the horse enter her.

She asked him politely to help her, once she was secure. He obliged and began

to rub the stallion’s soft skin that surrounded his male reproductive organ. After a few seconds

the shaft began to emerge. Lady Godiva finally felt the large male reproductive organ beginning

to press against her pubic mound. She could already sense how big the stallion

was. She had only been with humans and both of them were small men in stature,

so as she began to try to accommodate the giant animal’s male reproductive organ she thanked God

that she could fit this large member in her body, so that she might be able to

make this moment that she had been thinking about for weeks finally come true.

The horse was obviously getting excited by the ministrations and with one push,

Lady Godiva’s mouth gaped open as if it would help her accommodate the mbumive

animal’s erection and the horse thrust several inches into her open woman's genitals.

She was ready for the sudden impaling, yet it was still huge and overwhelming.

She couldn’t believe how big the stallion felt inside of her. She gasped for

air and tried to scramble away, which was, of course, impossible. Her bonds

kept her firmly in place, only letting her swing slightly in place as inch

after inch continued to enter her as the horse’s male reproductive organ kept expanding. She

felt her insides being invaded, and she gasped for air again. Soon the

tensions in the room began to stabilize as everyone could tell Lady Godiva

would survive the onslaught of the initial penetration of the stallion because

she began to relax and even sighed contentedly as if she had overcome a huge

burden.

She asked Arthur to come closer and tell her how many inches she thought the

horse had penetrated into her. He was shy, but tried to make an accurate

bumessment. “Seven inches, my Lady? It’s difficult to say for certain.” She

sighed, “Thank you.” She began to swing gently in the saddle, leaving two

inches or so of her woman's genitalsl lubricant on the horse’s thick shaft as she

retracted before swinging back. Before long the horse began to shift it’s

weight and eventually buck it’s hips. Lady Godiva’s eyes were wide open again

and she looked down the length of her nude body, seeing the thick horse’s male reproductive organ

disappearing beyond her blond pubic hair, slipping into her. She felt a sense

of danger.

She could feel the mbumive horse’s head begin to flare up inside of her and the

horse began to thrust. Lady Godiva began to panic. She had not anticipated

the violence the horse was unleashing within her. The two men she had ever

slept with, her husband and her ex husband were both cautious and careful

lovers. The stallion cared not for her, but instead thrust into her with

abandon, as if she were just a willing receptacle. And so she had been for the

few minutes she had been copulating with the animal, until the moment she had

felt her insides being pummeled.

She tried to cry out for help, but at the same time she simply moaned. She

couldn’t believe it, but she actually was feeling a tremendous amount of

pleasure in that moment. Her stomach began to tremble, and her bumocks

tightened and lifted off of the saddle, allowing the stallion a more direct

angle into her. The stallion bucked more wildly into her, and then the three

onlookers watched as Lady Godiva began to arch her back and curl her toes. She

was holding her breath in what looked like a prolonged agony, but her bum was

clearly pulsating in what appeared to everyone to be a tremendous orgasm. In

that same moment the horse began to make a loud sound which sounded like a

tremendous and rhythmic cough as it’s male reproductive organ pulsated and jerked within Godiva.

After several more tense seconds Lady Godiva collapsed into the saddle, spent.

The horse was still pulsating as she tried to catch her breath. Suddenly Lady

Godiva began to feel a tremendous amount of wetness between the crevbume of her

bumocks, and on her bum, and tailbone. Through deep breaths she felt flushed

and embarrbumed, wondering if she had just wet herself she asked, “What is that

wetness?” The head of the stables said politely, “Your grace, I believe this

beast of burden has taken you as his mate. Congratulations.” Lady Godiva

blushed furiously and asked to be let loose, trying to pretend like she hadn’t

enjoyed what had just happened. Without a word she was let loose, letting a

torrent of semen gush out of her royal woman's genitals as she did so. She quietly got

dressed, with the help of the maiden, a thin strand of semen quietly oozing

from her as she did so.

Over her shoulder as she left she quickly said that she would be back the

following day and went back into the house, with Arthur in tow. She had a lot

on her mind, if she really intended to save her husband, this would mean a lot

of self sacrifice.