The Queen's Wail
Copyright© 2024 by danbaifen
Chapter 4: The Queen’s Parade 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: The Queen’s Parade 3 - The queen finally felt the horror of this torture. She had to struggle repeatedly between lowering her head and raising it, constantly choosing between the pain of torturing her vagina and anus. The audience liked to see a noble woman torturing herself in such a lowly way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Slavery Fiction BDSM Gang Bang
As she sweated more and more, not only did her hair stick to her forehead and face, blocking her vision, but the water in her boots also gathered more and more. The gravel in her shoes bit her toes all the time, making the front of her feet feel very cramped and losing balance. Every step brought new pain. Every step she took made a sound like she was stepping into a pond in her boots. The hot liquid that had nowhere to evaporate soaked the shoe surface from the inside to the outside, and some white latex liquid seeped out. God knows how much semen the damn warden summoned the jailers the night before and shot into her boots. The former queen thought that now her feet would seep out some white latex every time she stepped.
Li Ziling felt sad again when she discovered this. She had carefully maintained her jade feet since birth. After ascending the throne, she even assigned someone to take care of her natural feet. She used a good pine foot basin and a warm milk bath every day, and was cared for by two maids with excellent grades trained by the Royal Noble Academy.
Li Ziling knew that many young men in the country called the empress’s jade feet “toes kissed by God” and were proud to kiss their toes in private.
When the former empress was forced to wear the tailor-made high heels for her feet for the first time in prison, Li Ziling felt that her steps became clumsy and unnatural. The muscles and ligaments in her soles began to change, becoming tight and stiff, which affected her flexibility and freedom of walking. When she tried to move her steps, her toes seemed to be clamped, difficult to bend or expand, which made her feel uncomfortable and tired. Her soles felt warm and heavy, as if they were under unnecessary pressure. This soreness and pain caused Li Ziling’s attention to be distracted, making it difficult for her to focus on completing the tasks at hand, and her pace of pulling the cart could not be steady, so she suffered countless whips for this.
Soon after, Li Ziling began to feel pain. Wearing high heels for a long time can cause muscle fatigue and overstretching of ligaments in the arch of the foot. These symptoms gradually escalated, from mild pain to sharp pain and local swelling, which was unbearable. She could not believe that in just a few minutes, this familiar pair of high heels could cause so much damage to her feet.
Even though she did her best to make her high heels as comfortable and stable as possible, sprains still happened frequently. Once she sprained her ankle, she would be interrupted by severe pain and fall to the ground with a plop. Sprains also prevented her from walking or running quickly, further limiting her range of motion.
In addition to physical pain, Li Ziling also felt psychological pressure. She began to doubt whether her behavior and appearance could arouse recognition and praise from others. She used to feel more confident and beautiful when wearing high heels, but this confidence was easily replaced by pain and discomfort. She would even associate her own value with her performance when wearing high heels, which made her feel frustrated and helpless. She was forced to face the choice of “beauty vs. pain”, which was a contradiction between the mind and the body.
Finally, Li Ziling would feel tired. Her body felt tired and uncomfortable, and her mind felt tired and confused. When she took off her high heels under the guard of the jailer every night, she would feel relaxed and liberated, but this was only temporary. Because when she picked up her high heels again under the guard of the jailer every morning and prepared to put them on again, the pressure on her physical and mental state would come again, and this became an inescapable cycle.
Li Ziling usually traveled in and out of the palace, and there were carriages and horses waiting to escort her at any time. She had never been a coolie today, so her feet were white and tender, as if they could be blown away. Now she felt that she had never walked as many roads as today in her life.
The pair of foot-torturing high heels under her feet were soaked in the lewd water, mixed with sand, gravel and mung beans. In the narrow and crowded space inside the boots, they gnawed every inch of the queen’s feet like millions of ants, causing great pain and itchiness, making her moan and scream even with the bridle blocked in her mouth. Every time she raised her legs and stepped heavily, it was so painful that she almost suspected that her proud feet had been abolished. In other words, Her Majesty would rather her feet not exist than the pain and itchiness of being cut into pieces.
As time passed, it was already past noon. Queen Zi Ling, who was tied up and used as a mare to pull a cart, was sweating profusely. Her soft and gorgeous feathered clothes were stuck to her body by the sweat. She no longer had the beauty of being the center of attention at the International Ball in the past. Instead, it seemed to be stuck to her body, dull and wet, revealing her white flesh, almost like she was completely naked.
Not to mention the two pairs of perfectly shaped and flirtatious breasts on Li Ziling’s chest, which were now tightly tied at the base of the breasts by ropes as thick as thumbs, and then were almost burst into three big breasts by ropes. The white breasts were tied tightly with ropes for a long time, and the blood could not circulate. However, with the blessing of the celestial physique, they did not become necrotic, and did not turn into a swollen red-purple, but congested crimson. The plump pink nipples were also hard, extremely excited and protruded forward, and were bitten hard by the iron clamps, pulled to the lower body and locked in the vagina.
Li Ziling’s white silk legs still had yellow and dark marks left after multiple orgasms and incontinence. The entire sexy and erotic white silk stockings, after being soaked in a lot of vaginal fluid and urine during the long period of humiliation, revealed a thin layer of sexy white silk flesh color on the thighs, which was greasy and slippery. The thighs to the knees were tightly tied by several ropes, only the calves were slightly separated, the heels were tied together by a half-meter long iron chain, and the feet were still stepping on white foot-torturing high-heeled shoes stained with semen. She could only take small steps with difficulty and move forward with difficulty.
Perhaps a century, perhaps a lifetime, the former queen never felt that a day was so long, but when he took the last step on the stairs, the sun had just set, and the afternoon sunlight still baked her pretty face red.
When the heavy iron wheels of the carriage squeaked onto the altar, Li Ziling had already fallen down due to exhaustion. His noble body fell forward heavily and fell on the blue stone brick altar, like a heavy broken sack, without a trace of dignity.
Li Ziling’s last thought before falling was that on the eve of his accession to the throne, he visited the Papal States. On the day of the International Ball, he was also wearing this evening dress, high heels and long gloves, sitting in the front row. The most handsome and elegant hero in the whole continent knelt on one knee to him and invited him to dance the opening dance of the whole audience.
That day, he gracefully placed his hand on the hero’s polite hand. His light figure attracted the attention of celebrities and dignitaries all over the world, becoming the swan song of the continent’s countries. Even the Pope sitting in the audience murmured to himself in a low voice as if mocking himself.
“If I were thirty years younger and had met a girl like this, I would not have joined the church. How could I have let the brave man get away with it?”
Her Majesty the Queen never thought that one day, her light body, which she was so proud of, would be put on a horse harness and used like a female animal without dignity, and would become so heavy.
Li Ziling seemed to be able to hear the 206 bones that were forced to tighten creaking. When she climbed onto the altar, her muscles were sore, numb, and itchy, and her muscles were trembling constantly. The Queen felt that her muscles from her neck and shoulders to her calves and insteps were thrown into a vinegar jar by a rough farmer for three days and three nights, and then fished out like a piece of dead pork, twisted violently like a twist, squeezed out all the water, and then hung on an iron clamp to dry. She felt that her bones and muscles were about to leave her body. She was clearly under the scorching sun, but it was like falling into a thousand-foot black ice, extremely cold, and her silver teeth kept chattering.
The moment Her Majesty fell, the last thing she saw was the current Queen Wu Yueying, who had been waiting for a long time on the altar. Her whole body felt limp as if it had fallen apart, and she only felt that the hard blue brick floor was the softest bed and pillow in her life. She then lost consciousness and fainted on the ground for the second time.
Seeing the former empress fall to the ground, the warden’s expression did not change at all. He turned over and got off the car neatly, and knelt on one knee to Wu Yueying.
“Your Majesty, the empress, is greeted by your servant Yan Xihu!”
Wu Yueying nodded slightly, then turned her head to look at Li Ziling who was lying on the ground, and asked the officials behind her: “My dear ministers, do you think such a woman can be the empress of my Tang country?”
The officials listened and looked at the former empress who was lying on the ground. After the former empress fell into humiliation and orgasm and incontinence, she no longer had the noble temperament of an empress. The lewd and coquettish appearance of gushing out lewd water was no different from the street prostitutes in Loulan brothel. Many people’s lower bodies were so swollen that they were about to burst their bulging crotches.
But soon some sober people immediately realized that this was the current empress asking them to express their attitude, and there must be no ambiguity.
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