A Queen Dethroned

A cloth sac is thrown over your head. Your world is plunged into blurry darkness. The strong hands disrobe you. They tear your dress off, ripping and tugging until you feel cold air across your barren skin.

They carry you for several minutes, ignoring your struggles.

{if chains==true}Thick manacles lock into place around your ankles and wrists. You hear the locks click and snap loudly. The firm hands that restrained you vanish- dropping you onto the ground. The shackles have quite a bit of slack. Finally free, you raise a hand to remove the horrible sac covering your face.

As you pull it off your face, you squint painfully in the bright daylight. You scream as you realize you are in front of a huge crowd, on some strange stage. The audience gawks quietly, but bursts into loud cheers and hollering upon seeing your face. Your cheeks burn a bright red, as you try to cover up your dignity with your hands.

"A people should never see their Queen like this! How could this happen to me?" you think.

Your hands and arms cross over your breasts. You hear the cranking of gears and the rattling of chains. You realize your shackles are being drawn tight. Each is drawn in a different direction.

You scream as your hands are pulled away from your chest, **** high into the air. Your feet and legs are separated cruelly, exposing everything. You struggle and pull futilely on the unyielding chains. Your eyes become teary and your vision blurs.

{elseif rope==true}You feel yourself shoved against a wooden pillar. Your back and butt are pulled against the rough material. Thick, coarse rope is wound around your hands, which are drawn high above you. Rope is wrapped around your ankles and knees, binding your legs together. Your arms and legs are stuck, despite your struggles. The bindings are tightly cinched- digging painfully into your skin.

The sac is pulled of your face, you squint painfully in the bright daylight. You scream as you realize you are in front of a huge crowd, on some strange stage. The audience gawks quietly, but bursts into loud cheers and hollering upon seeing your face. Your cheeks burn a bright red, as you try to cover up your dignity with your hands. They are fastened far above your head by cruel ropes. Your struggles only cause your exposed chest to sway and bounce. You turn around, placing your chest against the column, but the crowd jeers at your exposed ass. No matter which way you rotate, the crowd gets a view.

"A people should never see their Queen like this!" you think. "How could this happen to me?"

You groan mindlessly, overtaken by the humiliation and fear. You thrash against your bindings. Your eyes become teary and your vision blurs.

{elseif stocks==true}Firm hands bend you forward, placing your hands and neck against a strange block of wood. You hear a loud creak as a different piece of wood is lowered over your head. You flinch as the sturdy material hits your neck, but it stops abruptly. You pull and tug with your head and hands- to no avail. You realize you have been placed in stocks. Your legs struggle for purchase on the slick stone.Your ass is thrust into the air. The position is difficult to maintain, with head and body bent forward and down.

You feel the cloth sac sliding off your face. You squint painfully in the bright daylight. You scream as you realize you are in front of a huge crowd, on some strange stage. The audience gawks quietly, but bursts into loud cheers and hollering upon seeing your face. Your cheeks burn a bright red, as you try to cover up your dignity with your hands. They are locked in place to either side. Your chest hangs down, exposed to the world. Behind, you can hear onlookers cry in excitement at your long legs and bare ass.

"A people should never see their Queen like this! How could this happen to me?" you think.

You groan mindlessly, overtaken by the humiliation and fear. You thrash against the sturdy stocks. Your eyes become teary and your vision blurs.{endif}

You hear a voice, speaking out to the crowd. "Before you stands the Queen! She has been deemed unfit to rule!"

You recognize the voice. It is the woman who betrayed you and stole your power! And now she is here to humiliate you and pour salt into wounds. She strides along the stage in front of you.

"Is this not the punishment you decreed for those who shirk the the rules of society?" she shouts. The crowd boos raucously. The sound is quite familiar... it has the same quality as the reception to your decree just a few hours earlier.

She walks to your side. You jerk back as she grabs your long hair in a knotted fist. She pulls your head backwards.

"She will be naked! restrained! humiliated!" she yells to the crowd. They explode in eager and sadistic joy- hooting and hollering wildly.

"And what else?" she says. "What else shall be done, to a criminal such as this?" she asks the crowd.

{if tickled==true}"Tickle!" you hear the crowd chant. Someone in the front row shouts, "Make her scream! I want to hear her laugh!"{elseif spanked==true}"Spank!" you hear the crowd chant. Someone in the front row shouts, "Spank her royal arse! Teach her a lesson!"{elseif whipped==true}"Whip!" you hear the crowd chant. Someone in the front row shouts, "Whip her like they did to me! Teach the bitch a lesson!"

{endif}