Dissociation

Dissociation is a psychological defense mechanism where, when faced with extreme humiliation, stress, or pain, an individual maintains psychological balance under unbearable pressure by forcing the body to experience pleasure to cope with it all.

The room was gilded and magnificent, but the air felt heavy and oppressive. Queen Anna was suspended from golden crossbars, her limbs bound by heavy shackles, rendering her immobile. Every inch of her skin was exposed to Kalon's gaze, filling her with utter shame.

Kalon, once her greatest political adversary, was now her greatest humiliator. He cradled the Queen's full thigh, feeling the warmth and trembling of her skin. Anna instinctively wanted to close her legs, but her efforts were futile, only intensifying her shame. The wetness between her thighs became more pronounced, glistening obscenely under the light.

"Tomorrow, I must demonstrate swordsmanship for the students, Your Majesty..." Kalon's voice was low and suggestive. "I will take you as my opponent."

Anna understood the meaning behind Kalon's words. She could not win against him; this "swordsmanship demonstration" was destined to be a humiliating ritual. The impending degradation filled Anna with fear and unease, yet she couldn't resist. A strange sense of anticipation spread through her, making her feel both frightened and excited.

She writhed, trying to break free from the restraints, but only succeeded in increasing the friction against her skin, intensifying her shame. She emitted a stifled moan, a sound that was less pain and more anticipation. Kalon's fingers gently caressed her skin, sending shivers through her.

She knew she shouldn't anticipate, shouldn't submit, but she couldn't control her body or her mind. The Queen's dignity was utterly shattered in that moment, leaving only naked shame and desire. She closed her eyes, allowing Kalon to manipulate her, awaiting the impending humiliation and...pleasure.

Kalon's fingers traced across her skin, eventually coming to rest on her most intimate place. A numbness beyond description. She heard the faint sounds her body was making, sounds that reminded her of the experiences in the basement months ago. The apparatus, the potion, the forced self-gratification, and the ugly triumph on Kalon and his cohorts' faces, were all branded into her memory.

"Move yourself." Kalon's voice echoed in her ears like a nightmare. This voice wasn't new; it always accompanied extreme humiliation and despair. Once, she fought with all her might, preserving her last shred of dignity. But now, she had lost the will to resist. The repeated humiliations had broken her.

She obediently writhed, feeling Kalon's hand with limited range. It was not pleasure, but a numb compliance, an instinct to seek release in despair. Her mind was blank, as if she had lost the ability to feel. She couldn't consider the Orcish threat, ruling the kingdom, at least not in this moment. She was like a puppet, unable to think, only wishing for it all to end soon, but the only way to end it was to face it completely.