Desperate Gamble (3)

The final humiliation shattered Anna's last vestige of dignity. She collapsed, tears mingling with dirt, a wretched sight. The emptiness from the drained holy water was more devastating than any pain. The plan had failed utterly; she hadn't revealed Karon's true form but had instead become a citywide spectacle, a puppet unable to control her own body.

Despair coiled around her heart, suffocating her. She surrendered all resistance, crawling like a spineless dog towards Karon's feet. She shamefully rubbed her full, supple buttocks against his calf, encased in robes that symbolized power and oppression. It was a primal, abject surrender, a female's utter submission to absolute strength.

"I lost... Karon... Please... spare me..." she whimpered, her voice broken and trembling, each word thick with humiliation. She raised her tear-streaked face, trying to find a sliver of mercy in Karon's cold eyes, even just a scrap of charity.

However, just as Karon seemed about to bend down to answer her plea, a flash of desperate madness sparked in Anna's eyes! It was a final struggle, a reckless attack! She abruptly tensed, gathering her remaining strength, transforming into a silver lightning bolt as her right leg, with a whoosh of air, slammed towards Karon's jaw!

"Thud!" A muffled sound. Karon's reaction surpassed her expectations; he didn't even lower his head, merely casually raising a hand and accurately seizing Anna's slender ankle, neutralizing all her strength.

"Heh, Your Majesty, it seems you haven't learned your lesson." A cruel curve formed on Karon's lips. He yanked her up, pulling Anna like a ragdoll and throwing her across his lap in an extremely humiliating position.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!" Crisp, resonant slaps echoed across the square. Karon ruthlessly raised his hand, striking Anna's pert butt cheeks, covered only by a thin layer of chainmail, with brutal force. Each slap left a clear red mark, the chainmail's metal mesh digging deeply into her flesh, causing stinging pain and unparalleled shame. The surrounding crowd erupted in even more unrestrained laughter and whistles.

"Ah!!" The agony and ultimate humiliation caused Anna to emit a piercing scream. She had never imagined she would be spanked like a disobedient child in front of so many people. Despair, like a cold tide, completely overwhelmed her. She struggled, writhed, but only intensified the pain in her buttocks and made Karon's control even more secure.

"I was wrong... I was really wrong... ahhh..." She broke down and begged for mercy again, this time with genuine fear and submission.

Karon seemed satisfied with her reaction; he stopped his hand, but didn't release her. He took out a rope, tying Anna's hands behind her back, then picked her up and sat her astride his lap, facing the excited crowd.

Next, he extended his rough fingers and pinched the already erect cherries on Anna's chest. He evilly tugged, stretching the pink nipples longer and longer, as if to tear them from her full breasts. The intense stimulation caused Anna to tremble all over, emitting unintelligible moans.

"Karon... you demon... bastard... urgh..." Anna tried to maintain her queenly dignity, cursing with all her might. It was the part of her consciousness that belonged to the queen, stubbornly resisting.

But Karon's fingers didn't stop, instead intensifying. His other hand ventured between her legs, wantonly kneading and probing that already muddy, mysterious zone. His technique was cunning and precise, each touch landing accurately on her most sensitive spots.

"Ah... no... don't... there... ungh..." The queen's curses were soon replaced by lewd moans and pleas. The second part of her consciousness – the slut who craved humiliation and conquest – quickly gained the upper hand under the onslaught of intense pleasure. Her body uncontrollably catered to Karon's actions, her waist limp, her eyes glazed, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

In the end, all language lost its meaning. Anna's consciousness was completely swallowed by a flood of desire, leaving only the third part – a creature that only knew how to wallow in extreme pain and extreme pleasure, only capable of emitting muffled, mournful whimpers like a bitch. Her body convulsed violently, waves of orgasm crashing over her one after another, stripping away her last shreds of reason. The frustration of the failed plot, the despair of the failed attack, the shame of her body being wantonly played with, and the irresistible, depraved pleasure, intertwined, completely tearing apart the once high and mighty queen, reshaping her into a defeated, slutty female hero radiating a unique "charm" in her humiliation. She had completely fallen, welcoming her shameful revelry under Karon's control and the eyes of the crowd.

The revelry in the square continued, Anna having completely given up resistance, sinking into the abyss of humiliation and pleasure intertwined that Karon had brought. Just then, a commotion arose on the outskirts of the crowd, and High Priestess Agra, followed by several nuns with solemn expressions, separated the crowd and walked in.

Agra looked at the Queen before her, almost devoid of humanity and wantonly played with by Karon, a look of heartache and anger flashing in her eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to intervene: "Duke Karon, enough! Even if Her Majesty the Queen is flawed in every way, it's not your place to humiliate her like this! Let her go!"

Karon stopped what he was doing, slowly turning his head with a mocking smile on his face: "Oh? High Priestess Agra, right now she's just a bitch at my feet. Are you sure you want to become my enemy for her sake?"

Agra felt the powerful pressure emanating from Karon, and the undisguised threat in his words. She knew that the Holy Water plan had failed and they had lost their greatest trump card. A head-on collision at this moment would be tantamount to striking a stone with an egg. She clenched her fists, eventually choosing to back down, glancing at Anna, who was already barely conscious, with a complicated expression, and led the nuns out of the crowd.

Karon snorted coldly, dismissive of Agra's retreat. He untied the ropes binding Anna, but took out a rougher, barbed leather collar and leash, putting it around Anna's neck.

"Let's go, my little bitch." Karon pulled the rope, dragging Anna, naked except for a tattered chainmail bikini and silver boots, into the palace's deep hallways like livestock. The cold, smooth marble floor reflected Anna's humiliated figure, as she crawled on all fours like a dog, the leash taut, the barbs on the collar stinging her neck. Karon would occasionally yank the rope, or kick her butt, forcing her to whimper and beg for mercy.

But it didn't end there. The next day, Karon escalated the humiliation. He ordered that the throne, a symbol of royal power, be moved to the center of the bustling marketplace street. Then, he forced Anna to lie face down on the cold throne's armrest, raising her buttocks high, displaying her reddened, swollen ass, marked with crimson handprints. Under the curious, excited, and contemptuous gazes of countless citizens and soldiers, Karon sat on the throne and raised his hand again, slapping Anna's buttocks hard. Each strike was accompanied by Anna's suppressed sobs and pleas for mercy, and the crowd's even more unrestrained jeers. Blue liquid, mixed with shameful lust fluid, dripped from between her legs, leaving ambiguous stains on the stone slabs in front of the throne.

This public humiliation lasted all day. Until the faint light of the third morning pierced the darkness, Karon seemed finally weary of this one-sided abuse. He didn't torture Anna any further, seemingly mercifully "letting her go."

However, when the citizens left their homes and came to the central square, they saw a scene they would never forget.

Anna, their former queen, was now tightly bound with ropes in an extremely twisted, anatomically impossible position, hanging upside down on a temporary wooden frame in the center of the square. Her body was bent into a shameful Ω shape, her legs hoisted high and spread wide, exposing her most private parts to everyone's view, completely unhidden. Her hands were tied behind her back, her entire body covered with bruises and deep welts.

Even more repulsive, a rough tree branch, still with bark, was deeply inserted into her anus, leaving only a small section exposed, wobbling slightly with her body's involuntary tremors.

She was still alive, but her eyes were empty, devoid of all vitality, as if her soul had long been extracted. Tears silently flowed, washing two streaks down her stained and sweaty face. Her mouth was slightly open, and she could only emit fragmented, desperate whimpers like a young beast.

Remaining, thin blue holy light liquid was slowly dripping from her swollen vagina, falling onto the stone slabs below, spreading into a small patch of eerie blue. The surrounding people pointed and whispered.

"Look! Is that our Queen?"

"Oh my god, how did she become like this..."

"The stuff flowing out of her... why is it blue?"

"Shh! Quiet! I heard she tried to use some Holy Water to plot against Duke Karon, and failed and ended up like this!"

"Serves her right! Who told her to overestimate herself!"

The murmurs surged like a tide, but could no longer stir any ripples in Anna's heart. She was like a broken doll, hanging there, enduring the malice and judgment of the entire world. Her dignity, her pride, her faith, everything, had been completely broken and shattered in that endless humiliation and despair. The sunlight shone on her, but could not bring a trace of warmth, only making her dilapidated body and soul seem even more desolate.