A Narrow Escape

Because the Queen was forced to promise, tonight she must go to the gate of the Caron mansion under the guise of an "slut mask" . At midnight, Queen Anna put on the mask and quietly left the palace, heading to Caron's residence. Although she had done this often before, when she saw Caron, her political enemy of many years, in the distance, she suddenly felt it was a foolish decision. She couldn't face him like this, even behind a mask. A huge sense of shame made her want to retreat, but it was too late.

As she reached the gate of Caron's mansion, several servants suddenly sprang out from the shadows and seized her. She struggled, trying to escape, but the servants' strength left her no way out. They pressed her onto a 1-meter-high artificial phallus, forcing her to sit down. Her body trembled, and the look in her eyes under the mask was almost mournful, revealing deep regret and helplessness.

Caron stood not far away, smiling coldly, and stepped forward, saying, "Finally caught this slut! According to royal law, she should be whipped until I say stop." His voice was full of triumph and mockery.

Several servants, holding leather whips, began to lash her buttocks and back. Each lash sent a jolt of pain through her, causing her body to twitch involuntarily. Under the mask, Queen Anna gritted her teeth, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. She constantly cursed Caron's vulgar treatment in her heart. However, the immense shame and physical stimulation caused secretions to gush from between her legs.

Ten minutes later, Queen Anna had already orgasmed several times, her cries echoing through the night sky, both painful and filled with uncontrollable pleasure. Her body writhed on the artificial phallus, shame and pleasure intertwined, making her unable to extricate herself. Caron watched this scene with satisfaction, continuing to humiliate this "slut" wearing a mask of debauchery.

"See, how honest your body is," Caron said sarcastically, his eyes flashing with malicious intent. Under the mask, Queen Anna closed her eyes, tears mixed with sweat flowing down her cheeks. Although her heart was filled with humiliation and anger, she knew that for the sake of the country's peace, to end the conflict with Caron, she had to endure this humiliation.

Finally, Caron waved his hand, signaling the servants to stop. Her breathing gradually calmed down, but her body was still trembling. Caron approached her, removed her mask, revealing her face filled with shame and anger. "Remember tonight," he whispered, "According to the laws of the kingdom, this is the price of public lewdness."

"The Slut Mask" was speechless; in fact, she was already dazed. Caron's words seemed to hit the secret in the depths of her heart: she needed to express herself under this kind of shame and humiliation, but this experience was many times stronger than before. Everything she had just experienced made her want to abandon herself and confess, and she used all her willpower to barely maintain her dignity and secret.

Caron said to her mockingly, "I am punishing you, this slut, on behalf of Her Majesty the Queen. I suppose our Queen will thank me?" Having said that, he stepped forward, removed her gag, pinched her lustful face, flushed from multiple orgasms, and pressed, "Say it, you slut, will she?"

In a great sense of shame and helplessness, Queen Anna finally collapsed. She almost abandoned herself and shouted, "Yes... Caron... she will thank you!" Her voice was filled with despair and humiliation. This was the first time she had directly faced Caron, completely giving up resistance. The resentment of succumbing to this humiliation could no longer be suppressed, and tears burst out instantly.

Caron smiled with satisfaction and turned to leave, leaving Queen Anna to be supported by the servants, and with deep shame and pain, she left Caron's mansion in disgrace and returned to the back door of her palace. After that shameful night, Queen Anna staggered back to her palace. She finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the physical pain and shame lingered, she felt a strange peace deep inside.

What she feared most was not the teasing of her political enemies, but rather that she would become dependent on this kind of thing. She knew that the satisfaction was real. Each shameful humiliation allowed her to find a distorted relief in extreme emotions, a pleasure she could not obtain from normal life. She feared that this dependence would make her lose her dignity and reason as a queen, and that she would lose herself in this extreme stimulation.