Robespierre

Of course, although the Queen was auctioned before all the people in France, only one person had the funds to outbid them all. Robespierre rubbed his hands at glee at the thought of taking the unfortunate Queen for himself.

Marie Antoinette screamed when she heard the news of a her fate. She thought the guards spoke in jest, but they produced a document: a bill of sale, dictating her new position as a **** of Robespierre. The Revolution had already taken her husband and family and friends from her, but now they took her liberty and dignity as well!

Antoinette was led in chains through the streets of Paris, her bare feet shackled and her pretty neck collared like chattel, dragged along by a brutish soldier of the Revolution. Her wrists were bound before her with a chain linking them to her feet, forcing her to hobble along slowly. The people cheered at her predicament, shouting that she had been purchased for the people, that they all owned her now! She shuddered at the grotesque looks of the people about her as they jeered, throwing fruit and filth at her as she miserably trudged along.

She had been used to the finest things in life, dining on exquisite meals and attending the finest functions. She had worn startling outfits of the highest fashions, and worn her hair proudly with adornments. Now she was in nothing but a shift, her body shivering from her recent imprisonment and newfound bondage. She had never met this Robespierre, but she knew he was involved in her husband's ****. She feared him and hated him, and would defy him as best she could. She hoped one day her family in Austria would rescue her, but until that day she had to endure.

When she reached the steps of the Palais Bourbon, she grimaced at the appearance of the man she knew to be her owner. His skin was pockmarked, his white wig unkempt. What disturbed her most however was his eyes, which he hid behind a pair of blue-tinted spectacles, making it appear as though he was staring at her through cold, empty sockets. She was tugged along up the steps until she was stood beside him for all the crowd to see.

He turned to the audience and declared,

"This is the victory of the Revolution!" With that he turned to her and without warning, immediately began to tear at her shift. She screamed and recoiled, but in her chains she could not escape his paws. He ripped at the material until it was pulled away from her bare skin, presenting her pretty pale body before all the world. She shrieked, trying to cover her modesty as best she could, but in her chains her breasts were left unveiled without cover. The crowd laughed and jeered at the fallen Queen, and Robespierre took her leash, leading her naked back to his quarters.