Siggy stumbled about, nearly falling. The only thing keeping her standing was the catch pole. It was basically a ten-foot long stick with a collar at the end. Lash held one end of it, and the collar was fastened around Siggy's neck. She was marched forward, the collar tightening if she fell behind, and it caught her when she fell, keeping her on her feet.
Her hands were tied behind her back with rope. Other that her usual collar and leash, she was naked. It was impossible to walk with any dignity or sense of allure in her current method of travel. She stumbled, she wobbled, she grunted. Her enormous tits bounced and swayed all over the place, and her ass shook.
The crowd, of course, was ruthless.
They surged, wanting to swarm her right then and there, but soldiers, led by Shel, kept them at bay. They lined the sides of the street, shouting and screaming obscenities at Siggy as she passed.
Then came the garbage, pelting her from the crowd. They threw everything. Rotten vegetables, mud, even their latrine buckets. Some threw rocks, and Siggy winced as they thudded against her body. She was completely unable to defend herself, her hands fastened behind her back.
Finally, they stopped at a square with the pillories, and Siggy's heart leaped in her chest.
There were five pillories on the raised platform, and some of them were already occupied. A few naked men and women were on their knees, bent forward, their hands and heads fastened between two big wooden blocks. Shel went to them with keys in hand, unlocking their pillories and setting them free to cheers.
The pillory platform
, thought Siggy.
They want it just for me.
The crowd both cheered and jeered as she was marched up to the central pillory and forced onto her knees. The catch pole was removed from her neck, the pillory opened, and her wrists and her neck were set into the circular grooves of the bottom block. Then the top block was placed down over on top and locked together. Her enormous, heavy tits hung beneath her, nearly touching the ground.
Siggy knelt there, eyes wide, heart thundering, disbelieving what was happening.
I've sent so many people to these very pillories
, she thought.
Without a thought, without a care, as if they were nothing. And now here I am, in their very position.
"People of Yotul!" shouted Faore, striding forward with a hand raised. The crowd silenced. They hung on her words. "Too long has Queen Siggy run this city, this kingdom, into the ground. Too long has she recklessly sacked our neighbors, hording wealth for herself while the people starve. Throwing them fermented grape and leaf to keep them occupied. Promoting a religion of ruin and destruction. Worshiping demons. And yes, the rumors are all true. Siggy has been holding nightly orgies and rituals within her stone palace, drunk with lust while her people suffer. Well, Yotul, I say no more! I have overthrown the queen! I have brought her low before you! I have taken the mantel of queen, and promise to lead this city back to prosperity. In the name of your new Queen Faore, I gave you Siggy! To do with as you please, to experience the justice of the city, the justice of you all!"
Faore stepped aside, and the crowd roared and charged at Siggy on all sides.
Siggy's eyes grew wide. She expected death, imminent. She expected her face to be beaten in with fists and rocks, or blades to pierce her body.
But instead, the men pulled out their hard cocks, taking them in hand and fighting for position. Dozens of hands fought to grip Siggy's hair, yanking her one way and then the other. Her scalp throbbed with pain. Nails frantically clawed her face. The sun was blotted out by the forms of men filling her vision. Cocks of all shapes and sizes jockeyed in front of her face. Her ears were deafened with the roar of the crowd.
Siggy couldn't think, couldn't reason. Her heart pounded with shock. It was all she could do to breathe, and eventually a cock found purchase in her mouth. It thrust eagerly and awkwardly, pressing against the back of her throat, and it didn't take long at all for it to erupt with semen, filling her mouth and making her sputter.
The men were eager. They orgasmed fast and frantically. Some of them didn't even touch her, but were simply aimed at the sides of her head, ejaculating onto her face. She felt warm splashes of cum quickly make a mess of her, even as new men gripped her hair and rutted into her face, spilling seed down her throat.
All the while, more of the crowd went after the rest of her body. Hands groped all over--her arching backside, her hanging breasts--but most were concentrated around her ass, big and flared out in her position on her knees and bent over.
Someone shoved their cock in her vagina and began fucking, pounding hard and fast. Like the men at her face, he didn't take long to cum. She soon felt his cum leaking out of her pussy. Other cocks took his place. Some plunged into her cunt, other penetrated her asshole. Hands gripped and slapped her large buttocks. She felt fresh ropes of semen splatter on her cheeks, her back, quickly covering her body.
All the while, Siggy just stared forward, her eyes wide, her body cold with shock. The crowd was relentless, yelling and jostling forward without end. One man after another, all eager to finally have a turn at the queen who had ruled them for so long.
And eventually, Siggy shuddered, a powerful orgasm rocking her body.
Not those dull, depressing orgasms she experienced late at night. Not the kind that just made her feel normal. Not the kind of orgasm that made her feel nothing and empty inside.
No, this was a profound orgasm, once more. The kind she had felt at pivotal moments in her life. The kind she felt when she had first masturbated. When she had first had sex. When she first had an orc fuck her. When Faore had first brought on two other orcs to fuck her all at once. When she had first been in an orgy. When she had first discovered the worship of demons. When she had first experienced any new physical pleasure or pain she had never known before.
This was a rush that reminded her she was still alive. Her pussy squirted, ejaculating on the man currently inside of her. The crowd roared.
Her orgasm passed, and still she rode that wave of heightened arousal, of the rush of lust and exhilaration.
And as the minutes went by, and the minutes turned to hours, and the hands continued to grab and twist and claw and hit, and the cocks continued to penetrate and splash their seed into and onto her, and as her orgasms continued to come and go, she realized this was what she had been praying to her demon for, and her prayers had come true.
***
Kira made a fart noise with her mouth.
She was bored. The dungeons were boring. Nothing happened there.
You'd think they'd be a little exciting sometimes
, she thought.
But no, nothing goes on down here.
She looked to her neighbor, the quiet girl. "Know any sailor shanties?" she asked. Her neighbor did not respond.
Kira sighed and curled up, catching up on her sleep.
At one point, she heard some shouting and commotion from far away, but it passed, and once again she was left to experience a life of boredom.
I'm like furniture in storage
, she thought, watching a beetle crawl across the floor outside her cage.
Put away in a little room and forgotten about. Just doesn't seem right. We're all people, humans, not dressers.
And then, out of nowhere, sometime in midday, she heard footsteps. She looked up to see one of the orcs approach her cage and stop, looking down at her. It was the big one, the one with the mohawk hair. Her body resembled Avara, big and green and muscular and voluptuous all at once, with similar leather skirts hiding hanging and swinging genitals, fur brassier holding large breasts, and a big sword at her back.
"You," said the orc.
"Present and accounted for," said Kira. "Is it my release date? Has Siggy changed her mind?"
The orc squatted down, her thighs bulging from the position, her skirts resting on the ground. She leaned close. "Siggy has been overthrown."
"Oh. By whom?"
"By me. She's currently in the public pillories, getting fucked by half the city. I am queen now. My name is Faore. What is your name?"
Kira raised her brows.
Queen Siggy, in the pillories?
she thought.
Now that's something I didn't think would happen. Hells. It must be insanity out there right now.
"I asked for your name," said Faore.
"Kira."
