Down without a fight

“H-How dare you! Do you kn-”I testified indignantly before I was abruptly interrupted by Vanity grabbing my cheeks in one hand squishing them tightly preventing me from completing my petty rebuttal. Utterly shocked I was captivated as I looked into domineering eyes.

Vanity spoke softly and sternly to me, “I have been all over the world defeating every last queen. Now I have returned to find a spoiled child has undeservingly claimed my seat of power. I offered you mercy once allowing you to strip and leave, but now you will be punished severely. Strip for me immediately. You will forfeit the crown and your freedom to me. For each second you continue to disbey me your punishment shall be more and more severe.”her words chilled me to the bone as my eyes went wide.

The room’s silence was slowly replaced with snickering and giggling. I hadn’t realized the compromizing position Vanity had placed me in. I was supposed to be the queen yet in less than a minute Vanity held my face in the grasp of her showing complete disregard, my face reflected fearful weakness, and I stood pigeon toed dwarfed by the radiant magnificence of Vanity. My aggressor abruptly pushed me away causing me to lose balance fall squarely on my bottom looking up to the true queen.

Voices came from the audience Vanity had amassed many of them owned by some of the weaklings I had defeated in the past. “Wow is she really going to do it?” “I can’t believe we were ever scared of this whimp” “Look at her! She’s ready to cry!” they exclaimed in my presence.

They were absolutely right. “Well! Vixen, what is it going to be?” boomed Vanity causing me to flinch pathetically. With that I realized what I had to do. Reaching down I grabbed the hem of my blouse slowly revealing my tight pale tummy, my adorable milky tits were the next to be revealed, and finally I pulled my blouse over my arms disrobing it and beginning my shocking striptease of submission.

A large gasp escaped the crowd collectively before an uproar of commotion bombarded me. “The queen is such yellow bellied loser!” came a catty voice.

“Wow cute tits! Can’t wait for everyone to see the big bad queens tiny chest!” said a cheerful journalist getting the scoop of a lifetime. My cheeks were glowing red hot as they continued to debase me from my former queenliness.

“This is beyond pathetic” said a rookie. Only minutes ago such a statement would never have dared been uttered at me. Now I was brought low on my knees timidly offering my blouse to my superior.

Vanity snatched the right away from me. “Sluts like you have no need for clothing. Now get on with it. Vanity commanded harshly.

Unable to disobey Vanity’s authority I sheepishly began to slide my matching mini skirt down my smooth legs. As The fabric ascended up my legs pointed to the sky I could hear the incessant clicks of cameras capturing the glorious queen revealing her frilly cute panties to the world topless, all at the feet of her tormentor. I continued to slide the skirt up and off my legs as the gigles and clicks increased.

As I turned over my skirt I felt more comments about my state of undess seemed to arise As I knelt in my polkadot panties before my own advesary. “10 bucks those panties are soaked.” joked another rookie. Another one spoke up, “I’m sure we’re about to find out.” she chimed.

Humiliated I mustered up the courage to plead for mercy, “Please let me leave now. Don’t make me show my pussy!” I whimpered pathetically giving the everyone a good laugh at how far I had fallen in so little time, but Vanity had no mercy in her heart. The strong woman abruptly picked me up and placed me over her knee. The crowd gasped with anticipation becoming even more enamored with my unfortunate predicament. I yelped with panic and began kicking my legs uselessly terrified of the pain I was sure to receive.

“What did I state about disobeying me?” growled Vanity as she skillfully began blanketing my pale perfect ass with a shower of firm spankings each one creating a sickening *SHCLAAP* sound. I yelped with each smack, first I begged for her to stop, soon I begged for her forgiveness, before finally I reached my threshold as tears escaped my eyes and my mascara began to run.

The crowd was mix of joyous cheers and laughter increasing with each wonderful smack of my reddening naughty bottom. Seeing the pompous Queen subdued and put in her rightful place was a glorious sight to behold. Each spank made my ass jiggle much to my embarrassment and I noticed the photographers approach to get a close up shot of my much deserved discipline. “This is going to make such an amazing front cover. Hell this will definitely be it’s own issue!” I couldn’t help but look up to her and as I did I gave her another golden shot. She captured my face with my dark mascara ruined streaming down my puffy cheeks red with shame, my eyes were that of begging puppy, and I bit my bottom lip as I braced myself for each impact with a hint of suppressed arousal.

Another photographer zoomed in on my suffering juicy rear capturing every careful detail of how my royal bouncy bottom transformed from its perfect snow white complexion to as red as a tomato under Vanity’s unyielding ****. “This is too good!” She yelled as I heard countless clicks steal sacred images of my precious tushy. Then my embarassment escalated to the next level.

If I was embarrassed before what was said next completly mortified me. “Oh my goddess! Is she wet? yelled a journalist loudly for everyone to hear. My heart sank as for a moment the room went silent before exploding with laughter. As my assailant spanked my ass, sure enough my humiliating punishment awoke within me my secret arousal. As much as I tried to suppress it soon my naughty secretions began making a large wet pool on the crotch of my panties. Flashes of cameras went off like wildfire and commotion grew simultaneously my embarrassment increased feeding my arousal creating a never ending cycle of embarrassment and horniness.

Finally Vanity’s cruel punishment came to an end and she pushed me off her lap. “Leave it to a natural slut to be turned on by discipline and humiliation.” Vanity scolded bring me even more dishonor. “Now then cum for me **** and admit to me who is the true ruler of the SFL.”

I couldn’t fathom the thought of subjecting myself to letting this arrogant smug crowd see me orgasm much less so willingly, but the fear of being spanked or worse convinced me to fully submit to Vanity. I stuck my hand in my panties sticky from my shameful pleasure. It wasn’t long before I was rubbing my clit for an audience estatic for my humiliation, jubilant in hopes it may never end, but soon they would witness the cherry on top.

It was all so overwhelming the flashing cameras, the cheers, the laughter, the mocking smiles, my defiantly hard tits I fondeled, and the humiliating sloshing noises my shameless pussy made as I continued to subject myself to Vanity’s rule was all too much. As I passed the point of no return realizing far too late the reprecussions of my cowardly decisions.

“You hear her loud moans, her whimpers? How cute! Only a couple minutes in to sloshing away inside those soaked panties and the girl is already on the brink of orgasm! What a loser!” said a photographer capturing my shameful display.

A wrestler on her phone chimed in as well, “She better lick up the mess she’s making! Her juices are everywhere!”

“I’m not suprised. Giving up the crown without a hint of resistance. Vixen was always just a juicy slut waiting for someone to put her in her place!” said one of my servants who had abandoned me and rightfully so.

The painful truth of their comments pushed me over the edge, “I never deserved this crown! You were always the true Queen of the SFL, Vanity!” with my final admittance of defeat a full body orgasm over came me forcing me to arch my back and press my pelvis to the sky as I came. My panties were completely inveloped in my sticky sap and it continued after running down my wobbly legs as I once again dropped to my knees into a puddle of my defeat.

The mob roared with laughter, cheers, and applause obviously thrilled with my pitiful performance. Journalists and Photographers celebrated at the amazing story they had just captured relishing in my compromising humiliation and fall from grace. Some came over to me devoid of all the former respect and worship they had for me smearing some of my humiliating juices that I had sprayed onto my face, lifting up my weak trembling legs and spanking me on my soaked delicate ass, and even running a hand over my crotch rubbing my quivering pussy through my starched panties, all of this to my humiliation. Finally as the mob began taking advantage of my weak trembling body another servant walked up and promptly took the crown sitting undignified upon my underserving head and gave it to Vanity.

The Audience cheered as the crown was returned to its rightful place. There was only one thing left to do as everyone looked back to me. You’d think there would be a limit to how much embarrassment one could experience, but if such a limit existed then I still hadn’t reached it as my humiliation boiled with me once again.

With no other options left I conceded to the mob’s silent demand. I lifted my legs to the air and began slowly stripping away my final item of clothing. My panties ascended revealing my stinging red bottom, my puffy snatched drenched in my sweet aroma, and finally past my heels. Vanity had completely humiliated me. She dominated my mind making me strip to avoid open confrontation with her. She spanked me infront of all of those who used to fear, respect, and worship me. Finally I masturbated before her as she stripped me of my crown while I came in defeat. For her complete humiliation and dominance over me I rewarded her with my dripping panties becoming fully naked and bowing before her majesty. The photographers caught one last amazing shot as Vanity held the panties high with her foot over my head showing my full submission to her dominance.