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Princess Daisy Pays the Price	By : Redfields Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 5257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Princess Daisy Pays the Price
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Princess Daisy was led down the street by a rope around her neck. Well, technically, it wasn’t actually around her neck. There was a metal clamp around her neck, to which the rope was tied. Nonetheless, the executioner led her by her neck, with a pace neither too fast nor slow.

It had started with what seemed like a good idea. A group of people had come to the Princess with an idea to revitalize a section of a downtrodden part of the kingdom. Not only would it spruce up an eyesore, it would also improve the lives of the poor that lived there. Daisy had browsed the paperwork before signing. A bottle of Champaign was opened, and it had been a lot stronger than what she was used to. Whatever, they were celebrating! After a few drinks, one of them had remembered some more paperwork. She’d quickly scribbled her signature and had a few more drinks before the party ended.

That was the last time she’d seen the group. An imperial audit had shown a lot of missing money, with her signature the only proof. She’d told her tale through tears. Investigators had been sent out to find the thieves, but had turned up nothing. The populace demanded justice, and she was left holding the bag. The trial had been quick, with a guilty verdict and a death sentence handed down.

Which is why she was now led through the streets to the guillotine set to take her head. She found herself unable to cry. Her tears had been all used up after the thieves had fled, after her sentence had been handed down, even just last night, when her last meal had gone untouched for fear she wouldn’t be able to keep it down.

The gown she had on was simple, brown, and quite filthy. Barely fit for a prisoner, let alone a princess. The streets were lined with jeering people, hurling insults at their monarch. She did her best not to listen. It wasn’t hard, her heartbeat seemed to drum in her ears, drowning out all else.

She was led up onto the stage with the guillotine. Idly, she noticed that it seemed narrower than normal, but with wooden parts at the base extended outside the frame. They also had holes. She was made to lie facedown on a bench, with her neck in a notch directly under the blade. She stared down into the bucket that would soon hold her head as her wrists were unchained and her hands were fitted into notches on the boards she had noticed. Dully, the thought came that they had simply repurposed stocks. The boards closed over her hands and neck, locking her in place.

The bench was padded, but not quite long enough to support her whole body, ending right before her pelvis. She could rest her chest and stomach on it, at least. And die comfortably. Such odd thoughts bouncing around her head right before the end. It distracted from the droning voice of the official who read the charges.

After he’d finished, the executioner broke in. “Your sentence is death … or satisfaction.” It took several seconds for that line to sink in. She flinched as she felt metal on her neck, but it didn’t cut her at all. Just a pair of scissors, cutting the robe along her spine. The last bits of her dignity fluttered away to a cheer from the crowd, leaving her fully exposed to all onlookers. One last humiliation before the end, her privates made public.

She heard footsteps behind her while she puzzled over the executioner’s words. Satisfaction? What did that mean? Would she get a reprieve?

She got her answer soon enough, when her vulva was split open and a fleshy intrusion shoved inside. She gasped in surprise. This was what satisfaction meant? In front of all these people? With her body locked in place by the stocks around her neck, her butt took the brunt of the pounding. The executioner was quick and rough, slamming his cock deep into her over and over again. Her only relief was that at this pace, he’d be done quickly.

In that regard, she was right. Barely minutes in, the executioner grunted, and she could feel a load of cum spurt into her. Well, if that was the price she had to pay for a stay of execution, it wasn’t so bad. Humiliating, to be certain. No one would forget this.

The execution straightened up. “I have had my satisfaction. Anyone else?” No, he couldn’t mean …

But he did. There was a stampede, a thunder of running footsteps behind her. Then another cock slid into her. No, she cried out in her mind. Was every man in the Kingdom here? She was terrified at the thought, even as cries of “hurry up!” came dimly to her ears.

Then a man left the line to come up in front of her and kicked the bucket aside. It was a little awkward, what with her neck held in place, but he managed to shove his entire prick in her mouth and down her throat. She thought she’d been out of tears, but her gag reflex forced a few from her eyes. It was a good thing she hadn’t eaten her last meal, or she’d be bringing it back up all over the cock now violating her mouth.

The men at both ends were done quickly, the chance to rut their monarch too much for them to handle. They were quickly replaced by two more. Again, her gag reflex betrayed what tears she had left.

She squealed around the cock in her mouth when she felt her virgin butthole being pried open and a cock buried inside. With neither man underneath her, the thought floated through her head that they must be quite athletic for both to take her from behind.

Now taking three at a time, she hoped that she could speed through the line and be done with this miserable ordeal. But the line never ceased. As soon as one hole was empty, a cock was there to fill it. Morning stretched on, and the shadows shrunk, signalling noon. Still, there was no end to the cocks. Her holes now gaped open, her mouth the only one she was capable of closing. Her jaw was sore and aching. Her lower half she could barely feel. Slight twinges when a particularly big cock stretched her holes out to new widths.

The shadows lengthened, and the sky was beginning to darken to dusk when she was presented with a new sight. Instead of the cock in front of her, she saw a nicely shaven vagina. Stunned into inaction, her hair was grabbed to give the woman leverage to grind on her face. Obediently, Daisy began to lick, discovering the taste to be more pleasant than she expected. A bench was brought out and placed in front of the guillotine to make it easier for the woman. She could now lie down and hook her legs over the wooden stocks, bringing her pussy right up to Daisy’s face. Daisy dove in again as the call went out “All women to the front!”

Soon it was a parade of pussies in front of her, and it wasn’t long before her face was a mess of girl cum. The few that squirted covered her face, the pleasure brought by their princess more than enough to get them off.

Night had long since fallen, the people now just dark outlines, barely illuminated by the stars as they continued using and abusing their ruler. At long last, her body gave out, exhausted at the punishment her subjects put her through. She slumped into unconsciousness. The words “No more from the front” echoed through her sleep.

She was awoken with a slap on the cheek and a pussy in her face. A faint pink light let her know that the sun was about to rise. She realized she couldn’t feel her bottom half. Had they used her while she slept? A spreading pool of spent semen answered. Her holes could no longer close at all, and any cum dumped in her and not immediately plugged by another cock simply spilled out of her onto the stage. She began to lick the vulva in front of her as the torture continued throughout a new day.

The sun crept over the horizon as her face was painted with girl-cum and more loads were pumped into her pussy and deep in her ass, only to drip out before more cocks came to plug her up. Another pussy in front of her, and she licked that one too, and the one after that, and the one after that, barely aware of the train being run on her other end. Cock after cock plugged her, unloaded in her, was quickly replaced in her.

The sun rose high, and shadows shrunk as noon approached. With the sun high overhead, she heard the familiar beats of running feet on pavement as someone rushed to join the line. They stopped much closer than previous times. The lines must be getting shorter. The shadows grew again, but the onslaught upon her never ceased. Dusk fell, turning to twilight, turning to night.

Her jaw ached so much it was frozen in place, and women were simply grinding on her face now. Her pussy and ass must be gaping tunnels right now, men not even touching the sides as they thrust into her. Yet they still came, an endless line, waiting to abuse their monarch, to dump their loads in her and leave their mark in her womb, or deep in her bowels.

She passed out again in the middle of the night, completely exhausted, as the lines shortened. She awoke briefly while it was still dark. She wasn’t moving at all. No one was grinding her face, and no on was pounding into her. It seemed for the moment, at least, she could rest.

She was awoken again with the sun peeking over the horizon, a cock thrusting into her ass. The loud slaps must have interrupted her sleep. The man went longer than usual, even more if she’d been asleep for most of it. Daisy realized that there was no line in front of her, no pussy to be licked. She rotated her neck, trying to get a look around. Her body ached where she could feel it, number where she could not. As she peered to the side, she saw the executioner looking around, bored with his duty. He’d probably taken a few turns with her.

The man behind her finished, and there was no one to take his place. She could hear the spatter of cum as it dripped from her ruined hole onto the stage below. She could even hear it drip off the stage onto the pavement. So much must’ve been dumped inside her if it covered the entire stage. She hung there in suspense, waiting for the next person to come along and use her.

Eventually the executioner wandered in front of her, deciding to take a turn in her mouth. Lewd squelching came from her throat, and she almost gagged. It had been at least a day and a half since she’d taken a cock down her throat, and she wasn’t used to it after all the pussies she’d licked. At least one thing about girls using her mouth was the lack of cum in her stomach for her to retch.

In fact, when the executioner was finished and shot a huge load down her throat, she was almost grateful for it, since it was the only thing she’d had to drink in a day and a half. She didn’t want to think about all the cum she’d digested before her mouth had been for women only.

When the executioner finished, he pulled up his trousers and wandered away, barely keeping an eye on the proceedings. Not that there was anything to keep an eye on. No one was in line to use her holes, no one was interested any more. They’d all spent their time with her, satisfied. She waited as silence descended.

Finally, around midmorning, she heard some whispering behind her, then a jingling of metal. The keys, maybe? Then the footsteps of the executioner faded into the distance. Finally, she saw a remarkably fancy dress in front of her. The dress was pulled up, showing a nice pussy.

“Well Daisy, you’ve certainly gotten yourself into a predicament, haven’t you?” Daisy couldn’t see her, but she definitely recognized the voice of her best friend, Princess Peach. The woman who’d donated money to the Kingdom to offset Daisy’s crime. The woman who’d begged and pleaded for mercy on her friend’s behalf. The woman who now wanted her beautiful pussy eaten out.

A gentle hand on her cheek guided her, and she started licking purely on reflex, confused about why her friend was here, on the bench, eager to be serviced by her friend and fellow monarch.

She got several minutes in before Peach stopped it and stood up. Then she turned around and lay back down on the bench, presenting her delicate derriere to her friend. Daisy was confused. What was she to do with a rear end?

“Can you lick it, please?” Peach asked, arching her back so her ass cheeks pressed right into Daisy’s face. Tentatively, Daisy stuck out her tongue, right into Peach’s puckered butt hole. Then she began licking in earnest, accompanied by Peach’s moans and encouragement. “Oh yes, Daisy! Right there!” The blonde slipped a hand under herself to rub her clit and snatch.

With those dual pleasures, it wasn’t long before Peach came, squirting girl-cum all over the bench. Her contractions forced Daisy’s tongue out of her rear, so Daisy simply licked around and across Peach’s winking rosebud.

She eventually collapsed onto the bench, worn out. Daisy rested her head on the soft butt cheeks of her friend, glad for a soft pillow, at least for a little while.

It didn’t last long. Peach got up on shaky legs, then unlocked the stocks with the key she’d gotten from the executioner. After days of torment, Daisy was released. It should’ve been an exuberant occasion, but Daisy couldn’t move. Peach had to help her up, reaching under her armpits to leverage her to her feet. But Daisy weighed too much, and her legs wouldn’t budge, paralyzed by too many hours of inaction. They slipped on the cum covered-stage and fell over. Daisy landed on her back, staring up at a sky she hadn’t seen in two days. Hair matted with cum, pussy and ass replaced with gaping chasms, and unable to move, she took a deep breath. It smelled of sex, of cum. She’d never enjoyed the smell more. She was free.
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