In the kingdom of Eldoria, Princess Aurelia stood at 28 years old, untouched and pure despite her age. She possessed the striking appearance - with flowing blonde hair cascading down her back, piercing blue eyes, and a voluptuous figure featuring full breasts, a narrow waist, and notably prominent, rounded buttocks that had become the subject of whispered admiration throughout the court.

The revolution came swiftly. The starving populace, led by merchants and craftsmen who had suffered under the king’s tyranny, stormed the castle. Her father, mother, and brothers were dragged to the guillotine as Aurelia watched in horror from her chamber window.

When the mob reached her chambers, their leader, a wealthy merchant named Marcus who had been publicly humiliated by the king years ago, paused. “Let her live,” he declared. “But she will serve as a reminder of the monarchy’s fall.”

Aurelia was stripped of everything but her diamond tiara. Her body was completely shaved smooth by the revolutionary women who laughed as she trembled. She was paraded through the streets naked, her royal bearing now a source of public spectacle.

The next day, an auction was held in the town square. “Her virginity!” Marcus announced to the cheering crowd. “Who will claim what no common man could touch before?”

Bidding was fierce. Marcus himself won with an astronomical sum, his eyes gleaming with vengeance. That night, in his opulent mansion, he claimed his prize. Aurelia lay on silk sheets, her tiara glinting in candlelight as Marcus positioned himself between her legs. He took her roughly, without a single kiss, his satisfaction evident as he spilled his seed inside her virgin passage. “This is for the humiliation your father caused me,” he growled as he finished.

The next morning, Aurelia was forced to walk back to town square. Marcus’s mansion stood on the hill overlooking the town, and every step was agony. Her legs trembled as she limped down cobblestone streets, citizens jeering and pointing at the disheveled princess.

In the square, an elderly man named Thomas, a retired blacksmith, had won the lottery for her first kiss. Aurelia was tied to a wooden pole, arms stretched upward. Thomas approached, his weathered face close to hers, and took her first kiss with surprising gentleness. Then, as planned, a line formed. For hours, Aurelia stood tied to the pole as citizen after citizen claimed a kiss from the former princess - men, women, young and old. Her lips became swollen and raw as the day wore on.

The following day brought another auction. “Her anal virginity!” Marcus announced. “Who will claim this final royal treasure?”

The winning bid came from a group of fishermen led by a burly man named Erik. They took her to the docks where they bent her over a barrel of salted fish. As seagulls cried overhead and fishermen watched, Erik claimed her anal virginity while his companions held her down. The humiliation was magnified by the smell of fish and sea salt, by the rough wood against her skin, by the audience of commoners witnessing the final defilement of their former princess.

After a few days of “rest” in a cell, Aurelia’s new daily routine began. A stage was erected in the center of town square, with a throne upon it. Each morning, she was brought out, her body oiled until it glistened in the sunlight, her tiara the only thing she wore. She would sit upon the throne as a lottery determined that day’s “winner” - a citizen who would be granted the privilege of gangbanging the princess with their chosen companions.

After these daily sessions, Aurelia was made to squat with legs spread over a dog bowl, collecting every drop of semen that had been spilled inside her. Then came the bukkake session - where any man could approach and release upon her face and body. At the end, she was forced to lap the contents of the bowl like an animal while the crowd cheered.

The humiliations multiplied as weeks passed. On market days, she was placed in stocks with a sign reading “Royal Whore - Free Use.” Citizens would line up to use her mouth while others bought produce nearby. During festivals, she was painted with edible gold and served as a living dessert, with wealthy patrons licking the precious metal from her body.

The revolutionary council devised new torments. She was made to serve meals at banquets wearing only an apron, bending over each table to present dishes while guests fondled her freely. During winter, she was led through snowy streets naked, her body turning blue as citizens warmed their hands on her skin.

Perhaps most humiliating was the “Royal Confession” ritual held weekly. Tied to a cross in the square, Aurelia was forced to detail her previous life of luxury while being stimulated by various devices until she reached orgasm in front of the jeering crowd. “Tell us how your silk sheets felt,” Marcus would demand as she writhed. “Describe the royal feasts while we watch you come.”

Aurelia’s existence became a living testament to the fallen monarchy - a constant reminder that even the highest born could be brought lowest. Her tiara remained, gleaming mockingly above her degraded form as the revolution transformed a princess into a public toy, her body now belonging not to herself or to any single master, but to every citizen who had once suffered under her family’s rule.

As the seasons turned, the revolutionary council devised new rituals to further cement Aurelia’s transformation from princess to public property. The lottery system expanded to include daily “grooming privileges” where selected men would shave her entire body, their hands lingering and exploring every curve and crevice as the razor removed any trace of regrowth. Her entire existence became a constant cycle of molestation, with her body available for touch at any moment.

After nearly a year, when it was calculated that almost every adult male in the town had experienced the former princess, a special ceremony was held. “In appreciation of your service to the people,” Marcus announced with a smirk, “we present you with these.” He unveiled a pair of golden heels with delicate laces that wrapped up to her upper ankles. The crowd cheered as Aurelia was forced to walk in them, her posture altered to display her body more prominently.

The golden painting ritual became a weekly tradition. Every Friday night, lottery winners would paint Aurelia’s entire body with edible gold, transforming her into a living treasure. They would then spend hours licking the precious coating from her skin, their tongues tracing paths across every inch of her body as she stood trembling on display.

When important guests or tourists visited Eldoria, Aurelia became a living serving platter. Food would be arranged artfully on her nude body - fruits on her breasts, canapés along her thighs, sauces drizzled across her stomach. Diners would eat directly from her, their forks and fingers sometimes deliberately straying to explore her flesh as they reached for the food.