No

The thought never even crossed the monarch’s mind that anyone could refuse such an offer. Yet, a hail of blows rained down on her highborn backside. The strikes weren’t even that strong, but the shock to the former ruler of the world was overwhelming.

“Aaagh!” Victoria cried out immediately.

Blow after blow fell upon her rear. After a few strikes, she was no longer offering gold or dominion over a province but power over an entire continent! She was ready to give them everything just to make it stop.

“Aaaaaaa, please, stop! she begged.

“Ten lashes, and the ‘ruler of the world’ is begging us already, haha,” Tom said, amused by his sovereign’s torment.

Meanwhile, Nell was eyeing the sorceress’s gown. She had never seen such intricate garments, but after a thorough inspection—combined with groping Victoria’s breasts—she finally spotted the dress’s zipper.

“Hold off for a moment,” Nell commanded.

By this time, the empress’s mind was shattered, and the poor woman began babbling nonsense:

“Bring me my green dress and my mother’s pearls at once!”

Neither the green dress nor the pearls arrived. Instead, Nell yanked the zipper, and the monarch’s costly gown fell to the field. The sight revealed to the poor peasants was one they had no right to ever witness. The pale, slender figure of the sorceress stood exposed before them. Say what you will about Victoria de Montfort, but she knew how to maintain her beauty.

“Where is my maid? I demand my maid!” Victoria stammered, her mind clearly elsewhere.

But when Nell touched her bra, pondering how to remove it, the poor ruler’s mind snapped back to her body. Nell didn’t want to tear the intricately crafted bra—it might fit her, she thought. But her patience was thin.

“Whore, how do you take this off?”

“How dare you touch me, you—”

At that moment, another lash struck her backside, which was already turning from pale to red.

“You might be some mighty lady somewhere, but on our field, you’re our ****, got it?”

“Yes, I understand!” Victoria cried out in terror.

“So, how do you take it off?”

“I don’t know! My maids always did it!”

Moments later, a piercing cry of shock erupted from Victoria as the peasant woman tore her bra apart. The finest breasts in the kingdom were revealed to the peasants’ eyes. Like the rest of her body, they were pale, her skin smooth as silk. They were also impressively large; normally, she carried herself with elegance, but in these circumstances, she looked more like a whore in a brothel.

Soon after, Will resumed whipping the once-powerful and arrogant woman, who now begged for mercy.

For Victoria de Montfort, however, the worst was yet to come. Tom stepped in front of her and, without ceremony, began groping her breasts. When she opened her mouth to protest such vile treatment, he kissed her!

God, she’d had a thousand suitors—powerful sorcerers, handsome lords—and now some 18-year-old peasant boy was kissing her!

Before she could truly rage at this indignity, Tom roughly pinched her delicate feminine nipples. The worst was still to come. Tom stopped kissing Victoria and watched her face with satisfaction. He could see shock, fear, hatred, and a myriad of other emotions—everything except her usual arrogant smirk and haughty gaze. Though, he had to admit, she still looked beautiful. He particularly admired her white teeth, so rare in the countryside.

A keen observer might have noticed earlier that juices were dripping from the sorceress’s pussy, staining her stockings. Victoria herself only realized she was wet when the young peasant shoved his dirty finger into her vagina. Victoria had always been a delicate woman, so it was no surprise that within seconds, she reached orgasm. Victoria de Montfort, the most powerful sorceress in history and ruler of the world, climaxed while being whipped in a field by a band of barefoot peasants.

Moments later, the former monarch collapsed onto the grass, moaning loudly like a whore and curling into a fetal position.

The peasants, somewhat taken aback by the situation, gave her a moment to calm down. Then Nell spoke:

“Oh, you’re certainly the queen of moans. You’ll be our **** on the farm, got it?”

Victoria clearly didn’t understand. She only grasped the situation when Nell snatched the whip from her father and lashed it across the woman’s back. Only then did the naked, humiliated Victoria stand and follow the small group to the peasants’ house, where a new chapter of her life would begin. Nell, however, had no intention of giving the wealthy bitch a moment’s respite.

“Move it, ****!” she said, striking her reddened backside with the whip.

While Will sought sadistic pleasure in punishing some lost noblewoman, Tom wanted to bed his first woman, and Nell sought **** for years of grueling fieldwork, their mother, Bess, watching from the sidelines, had other plans. Perhaps she could trade this pretty girl for her daughter Ida, who had been **** into prostitution. The woman’s jewelry, shoes, and dress were likely worth a fortune. They could get rich, retrieve their eldest child, and send some arrogant sorceress to a brothel! Maybe after ten years, she’d understand what hard work meant. But first, they’d have a little more fun with her. Just hours ago, you **** us to kneel—now the roles will reverse, Bess thought.