Defiance of Whipping

Queen Ursula and Commander Fiona walked stoically with their heads held high even with their bodies naked and their hands chained behind them as they arrived on the camp of the bandits. The jeers and laughs of the bandits did not faze either of them as their will and strength as Royals of Azuralia was more than enough to endure it.

"Men, we present to you Queen Ursula and Commander Fiona of the "mighty" Kingdom of Azuralia." The leader of the bandits sneered out as the bandits cheered. "Now, look at them. Just naked bitches, our captives to use and **** as we wish!" The bandits cheered as some of them brought out wooden stakes that were clearly designed to be flogging posts.

"Get right over there, bitches, and prepare to get yourselves whipped!" Queen Ursula and Commander Fiona did not grace the bandits with a response as they coldly walked towards the posts where they would be flogged. The bandits laughed as they unchained their hands from their backs only to chain them above their heads at the posts along with also chaining their legs to the lower parts of the flogging posts.

Despite the situation, their bodies bared before disgusting men and their limbs chained to the posts, Queen Ursula and Commander Fiona stood firm even as two bandits raised the whip with grins on their faces before bringing it down to lash on the backs of the two women. The whip sliced through the air as it hit the bare flesh of the two royals.

Queen Ursula gritted her teeth, but refused to make any sounds, and neither did Commander Fiona. Soon, as the bandits mercilessly whipped their backs, red, angry stripes began to form across their backs, yet they did not flinch. The only signs of pain and vulnerability they were willing to show were deep, heavy breaths. As the bandits tortured Queen Ursula and Commander Fiona, their bodies bore the brunt of it without hesitation, even when the lashes broke the surface of their skin. The sisters focused on the feel of the wind ruffling through their hair and the scent of nature that surrounded them, even as their flesh tore.

Finally, the bandits ceased their whipping, giving each other self-congratulating pats for their "fine work." The women remained silent, cold and chained to their posts. The two bandits approached them with greed in their eyes. "Alright, time to take this up a notch. We're going to whip your breasts and pussies next, bitches. This will be even more painful than before." With that, the two royals were **** to face the bandits instead of their back being on them, with a pair of them joining in as they would now be handled by two bandits at the same time.

With a nasty grin, the two bandits handling each women raised their whips and one brought it down on their breasts while another brought it up towards their pussies. Queen Ursula and Commander Fiona could not help the cry of pain that escaped their lips as the whips sliced through the tender skin of their breasts and pussies. Queen Ursula closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, the whip continuing to rip into her flesh, leaving it a bloody mess, with droplets of red steadily dripping down her thighs.

Commander Fiona shared the same pain as her sister, her back rigid as she swallowed back the pain. She tried not to give her captors the satisfaction of hearing her scream but, despite her best attempts, every lash sent fire coursing through her body. Commander Fiona, however, remained stubbornly silent. Not so much as a moan or a whimper escaped her lips, though blood dripped steadily from her lacerated skin to the ground below. The sisters' resilience only caused the bandits to become more frenzied in their aggression. The leather whips struck with renewed vigor, raw fury and perverse desire driving them to inflict even greater pain upon their captives.

"Does it hurt, my queen?" one of the bandits taunted, his eyes glittering with cruel delight. Queen Ursula's jaw clenched, but she did not speak. She refused to give them the satisfaction of her pain, the depravity of their actions fueling a white-hot anger within her. Commander Fiona was equally as stalwart, even as she bled and ached. The two sisters shared a look, eyes locked for just a moment, before turning their attention back to their attackers, defiant even in the face of pain.

Having both their pussies and breasts whipped was an experience unlike any other, pain and pleasure both tormenting their bodies as the harsh sting of the whip hit their most sensitive parts. Still, neither Queen Ursula or Commander Fiona broke their resolve, determined to uphold their strength and dignity. The bandits were becoming more and more frustrated, unsatisfied by their captives' resilience. No matter how many times, they lashed them, they wouldn't break.

In the end, the bandits decided they would need another approach to overcome the wills of the two royalty of Azuralia, and stopped whipping them. They were taken into an isolated camp amongst the encampment of the bandits and restrained there. Their hands and legs were spread widely before they were chained, leaving them in the spread-eagle position.

Queen Ursula and Commander Fiona were left alone there in such a position. Their bodies ached from both the lashes of the whip and the discomfort of their current position, but their wills were just as strong as ever. The spread-eagle position allowed for little in the way of modesty, and their bodies were on full display for viewing, their nipples stiff and erect and their pussy lips swollen and red with blood, but the position itself was also uncomfortable in that their muscles were stretched.

Still, neither Azuralian Royalty had any intentions to surrender. Queen Ursula breathed deeply as she looked at her younger sister firmly, and said " Fiona, we will maintain our dignity through all this. We won't let them break us." Commander Fiona stared back, breathing harshly from the pain still running through her body. "I know, Ursula. We may have been whipped and battered, but these bastards don't get to define us. Our bodies are ours to command, and we will endure even facing all the ordeals these bandits put us through."

Queen Ursula smiled as she felt the pain and discomfort lessen. "Indeed. We may be naked and chained, but our spirits remain unbroken," Queen Ursula replied, her voice steady and strong.

The discomfort of the spread-eagle position was formidable, but slowly, yet surely, the two Azuralian Royalty got used to it. "We should get some sleep, sister. Tomorrow, more ordeals await us." Commander Fiona said as she shifted in the spread-eagle position, her muscles tense from the strong pull of the chains yet having adjusted enough to be ready to sleep.

"Yes. I think we've gotten used to the way we are chained enough to sleep." Queen Ursula agreed as she could feel her muscles slowly relaxing enough for her to close her eyes. Soon, Commander Fiona followed. They slept calmly, ready to face whatever degradations would be visited upon them next.