Priscilla's Palace of Pain

Priscilla swallowed and then spoke, "The High Prince was so kind as to let me see the Gallery, but he was called off to the War Room for an urgent planning meeting, he saw my disappointment when I found out I could not view the gallery, being the gentleman that he is, he sent a trusted servant to show me the gallery. Yet she broke his trust, she did not treat the gallery with respect, she was careless and openly resentful of the High Prince's request, she clumsily knocked over the vase. The guards can attest, they walked in and she was amongst the shattered remains of your most beautiful vase, your majesty." Priscilla bowed to the Queen and stood aside.

"SERVANT! IS THIS TRUE!" The Queen screamed.

Eliza, still sobbing slowly raised her head, her chin quivered. Eliza had no recourse, she knew her punishment would be more severe, if she contradicted Priscilla's story for it would be considered further insubordination, so Eliza had to admit her folly and hope that the Queen would take mercy on her.

"Yes, yes it is true, I have erred terribly!" Eliza said, throwing herself to the floor, sobbing. "Have mercy, have mercy!" Eliza screamed.

Priscilla covered her mouth, she found Eliza's pathetic attempts at reconciliation with the Queen humorous, she was excited to see the Queen's response.

The Queen stood up and cleared her throat. "You have been honest, and admitted your folly, for this I respect you. Yet this Vase was not a merely valuable item, but a heirloom from the ancient times passed down through my family line for a thousand years! To know that it is now shattered is devastating, under normal circumstances I let foolish mistakes slide, but under this circumstance, I must issue a punishment."

The crowd hummed in excitement, Eliza's sobs grew louder. The Queen made her pronouncement, "Your buttocks shall be barred in front of this entire crowd, you will take a sound caning until I deem your punishment over!"

The crowd cheered, Priscilla smiled from ear to ear, even clapping with glee. Eliza on the other hand continued to sob. Priscilla now could have her boredom cured, it would be just like home for her. It would be therapeutic! Suddenly Priscilla heard a whisper in her ear.

"I think you did it."

Priscilla spun around towards the whisper, it was Violet, the Prince's sister.

"I am going to go and investigate." Priscilla heard Rosemary, the Prince's other sister say.

Priscilla stood with a perturbed look on her face, unable to react as the two sister's shuffled off into the distance. Priscilla felt a twinge of sweat form on her brow, she was immediately anxious about Rosemary and Violet's investigation. But Priscilla quickly concluded that there could not be any evidence of her guilt and she shrugged off her anxiety and again focused on Eliza, who was now standing in the middle of a ring of noble and servant onlookers, her servant's garb had been removed and she was standing in her underclothes.

"Remove her undergarments!" The Queen coldly spoke.

Priscilla felt a sense of pure joy as Eliza let out a scream as some guards swiftly pulled her underwear down and lifted Eliza's undershirt over her head. Eliza still sobbing clutched her breasts with her arms, her buttocks jiggled with her sobs.

"Well this should be easy for the executioner, she certainly has a big target." One jovial audience member shouted to a thunder of laughter. Eliza did have a fairly large ass. Eliza seemed to be weak in the knees, her humiliation of having been exposed to a crowd of her peers as well as the people she idolized was breaking Eliza.

"Tie her up to a rack, before she passes out!" The Queen ordered.

A wooden rack was quickly carried into the center of the Queen's throne room. The rack as they called it was merely two heavy wooden triangular beams with a smooth circular cross section. Eliza was quickly pushed over the rack, her hands swiftly but firmly tied to one of the triangular beams. Her ass jutted outward facing the Queen who was flanked by her most important dignitaries and advisers.

The scene seemed like a blur, more and more witnesses approached the large circle of onlookers, government officials and their assistants scurried across the floor. The entire palace was buzzing. Priscilla looked at the Queen directing the whole show, a simple gesture of her hand could silence the crowd at any moment, her voice although frail and sickly commanded immediate respect. Priscilla yearned for this power, she yearned to abuse it, once Priscilla became Queen it would be a daily spectacle of public torture and humiliation. Priscilla took note of the executioner's muscular build, Priscilla was going to enjoy watching this ogre of a man strike Eliza harshly on her buttocks. Priscilla bit her bottom lip, she felt herself become excited as she saw the burly executioner bring out a large switch.

The Queen raised her hand, the entire crowd quieted, the only sound was whimpering coming from Eliza. Eliza's face was contorted, her buttocks exposed and clenched, waiting for the first painful humiliating strike from the large stoic executioner.

"Executioner, take your position, I want to see you give this servant ten of your best strikes."

The executioner nodded silently and then positioned himself behind Eliza, the crowd was murmuring in anticipation. Priscilla was now completely focused on the spectacle, she reveled as she stared haughtily and cruelly at Eliza as the poor servant shook with unbridled terror. The executioner reared back his hand raising the switch high above his head and swiftly with all of his might let the switch fly through the air, only to dramatically reduce the speed in which he swung the switch right in time to merely tap poor Eliza. Eliza screamed and kicked up her stocking clad feet nonetheless. The crowd laughed, Priscilla clapped and jumped a little, forgetting to compose herself as a royal as she had been coached.

The executioner muttered something along the lines of "This one will strike." before raising his hand again. Priscilla breathed in deeply, knowing that she was going to be thoroughly entertained by Eliza's beating.

"STOP THIS AT ONCE!" The voice came from a young woman, the entire crowd turned their heads in unison. The voice was coming from the side entrance to the throne room. It was Rosemary and she was holding a piece of the broken vase.

"What is the meaning of this?" The Queen shouted, the executioner lowered his arm and himself looked over at Rosemary.

"I have proof that this poor servant did not break the vase." Rosemary said holding up the piece of the broken vase.

Priscilla rolled her eyes confident that she left no trace of her guilt, and that the punishment proceedings would continue as planned.

"Look closely at this piece, it is laden with glitter, glitter only found on my brother's courtesan Priscilla's dress."

Priscilla's face suddenly became white, she nearly fainted. Priscilla felt eyes darting in her direction, she looked at her feet and stumbled slightly. She was completely dumbfounded. Her mind raced, "Could it be true?" "Could she had left evidence of her misdeed?"

As Priscilla was standing wide-eyed and stunned an official rushed over to Rosemary, who now had a gleeful smiling Violet standing next to her and took the broken vase piece and hurried over to the Queen. The crowd murmured as the Queen inspected the piece.

After studying the broken vase piece the Queen raised her hand for silence and spoke.

"Priscilla come forth and present yourself to me." The Queen's voice was stern and had a slight inflection of anger.

Priscilla just stood, still shocked and dumbfounded by the turn of events. Priscilla did hear the order and swallowed, she attempted to calm herself and approach the situation with dignity. Priscilla realized that if she ran it would be as good as admitting guilt, she would be caught and inevitably shamed in some way by the Queen. So Priscilla slowly stepped forward. Priscilla realized that denial was her best option and that she must present herself as an innocent party. Priscilla picked up her pace, her white face was now red, she felt the stares of the people in the throne room gazing upon her. Priscilla was the center of everyone's attention, but not in a way she wanted to be.

***

"Priscilla's Punishment"

"Come up to me." The Queen ordered as Priscilla came forward.

Priscilla could not help but shake as she walked up the small marble stairs towards the Queen's throne.

"Stand beside me." The Queen ordered.

Priscilla stood red-faced and shaking, facing the large crowd of people. Priscilla again felt faint as she saw all of the dignitaries, noblemen, noblewomen, and servant's eyes all locked on her. Priscilla felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt before, with the possible exception of just a few hours ago when she had exposed her anus in the "room of mirrors" as she licked at the Prince's arsehole.

The Queen rubbed her hand against Priscilla's glittery dress and then looked at her hand. The Queen then examined the broken vase piece, and then her hand again.

"How do you explain this?" The Queen sternly asked Priscilla.

"Your majesty, I can umm explain, as soon as the umm vase broke I immediately started cleaning up umm the pieces." Priscilla's voice immediately cracked as she nervously stumbled over her explanation.

"I was told that Eliza was frantically picking up the pieces when the guards came in, is that true guards?"

The two guards who had come onto the broken vase scene stepped forward. "Yes, your majesty."

Priscilla closed her eyes and shook, a single tear fell down her beat red face.

"Your majesty." Priscilla murmured.

"Hush, LIAR!" The Queen harshly replied.

"Please..." Priscilla nearly fainted as she became lightheaded, her world was now beginning to become a nightmare.

"QUIET! Untie the servant and let the servant speak." The Queen spoke, and the executioner put down his switch and swiftly untied Eliza, who slowly, Eliza was immediately draped in a blanket to cover her nudity.

"Yes your majesty?" The still sniffling servant said.

"Tell me the whole truth." The Queen sternly said.

"I was staffed to give Priscilla a tour of the gallery, I was elated. Priscilla did break the vase, but I did not believe anyone would take my word against such a powerful young woman." Eliza said her head bowed in shame, her hands still cupping her buttocks.

Priscilla's world was now upside down, she had never been punished in her life, she had hardly experienced any hardships, she could barely take the searing humiliation she was feeling simply being exposed as a wrongdoer. Priscilla's shame and humiliation were mixed with anger as she saw Rosemary and Violet giggling to each other and pointing at Priscilla.

The Queen then spoke again, "You lied! This is not becoming of someone who wants to be a princess in this court, I was about to punish an innocent party and you simply looked on with excitement! You are not fit for the throne!"

The Queen's words shattered Priscilla's world, she broke down, throwing herself onto her knees, blubbering and begging at the stoic and emotionless Queen.

"Please, your majesty! Please!" Priscilla pleaded, tears running down her cheeks.

"Pathetic, already begging and pleading. Don't you see, you are still to be punished. In my court, no one gets preferential treatment. I was easy on the servant because she accepted her punishment! I shall not be so easy on you!"

Eliza was ushered out of the crowd by her fellow servants. Many of the servants were visibly angry at Priscilla for accusing one of their own. Priscilla screamed and wailed at the Queen's feet as the crowd began to taunt the fallen Priscilla. Priscilla could hear the laughs of Rosemary and Violet the loudest.

The Queen raised her hand, demanding silence once again and then she began to speak. "I want every shred of clothing removed from Priscilla's body and I want her tied to the rack, both her hands and her feet. Then let her take ten strokes to her bare arse!"

Priscilla's eye's widened, she screamed a shrill scream and pulled at her blond hair, pulling it out in clumps.

"Oh look, she's having a temper tantrum, like a little baby!" Violet said mockingly, all Priscilla could do was turn and face the two taunting royals and hiss at them.

Priscilla struggled mightily as she was unceremoniously disrobed in front of the now rowdy crowd. Priscilla's beautiful dress was torn asunder by the two guards who had found Eliza cleaning up the broken vase, as well as the executioner. Priscilla's beautiful dress lay in an unusable shredded heap many feet away from her. Priscilla kicked and screamed while at the same time trying to cover herself. Even Priscilla's stockings were not spared. For the second time in one day, Priscilla was completely and utterly nude. This time, though she was nude in front of a large audience.

Now as naked as the day she was born, the two guards and the executioner unceremoniously dragged Priscilla to the rack as she continued to scream and fight, "No! No! Unhand me! I will have your heads!" Priscilla screamed as she was forcibly tied to the rack. Priscilla's wrists and ankles both tied to either side. Priscilla's backside, including her vaginal lips, were exposed, directly facing the Queen, the Prince's sisters and numerous high ranking nobles and dignitaries. Priscilla flexed every muscle in her body against her bondage to no avail.

The Queen put her hand up enticing the crowd into silence. "Executioner, you will have to strike hard for this one's arse is quite thick!" Priscilla screamed in utter humiliation as she heard the Queen crack a joke about the size of her posterior. Priscilla did have a large ass, and this was the second time today that this fact was acknowledged. The insult was made worse by the frenzied laughter it enticed from the crowd.

The Queen let the laughs from her insult die down before calling the crowd to silence again, "Hamilton, Priscilla's manservant, come forth." The Queen said with her most commanding voice.

A nervous and ashamed Hamilton slowly walked out of the crowd.

"Yes, your majesty." Hamilton said bowing.

"Do not fret for your own fate, for you have done nothing wrong. Yet I must ask you to assist your mistress in her punishment. I don't want her to bow her head during her punishment, I want her to gaze into the crowd. You shall kneel beside her and grip her hair, tilting her head towards the crowd." Spoke the Queen

Hamilton seemed torn, he hesitated.

"Do not fret, I outrank your mistress and will ensure that no trouble will come of this for you, yet if you refuse, I will punish you as well."

Hamilton knelt next to Priscilla and gripped her long blonde hair, using much of his strength he pulled Priscilla's face up to meet the crowd. Priscilla's naked breasts dangled before the crowd, her nipples hard from their exposure to the cold air.

Priscilla struggled, she gritted her teeth. "I will have your head for this Hamilton!"

"Executioner into position!" The Queen ordered.

The Executioner did as he was told and raised up the switch above his head.

"Remember, extra hard to get through all those layers of blubber!" The Queen added, causing the crowd to laugh.

Priscilla closed her eyes tightly and wrinkled her face, she flexed her buttocks. Priscilla had never been physically harmed, she did not know pain besides a scraped knee or a stubbed toe.

Priscilla heard the switch scream through the air, "Oh no, no, no, no!" Priscilla muttered bracing for the blow, only to feel a tap.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" Priscilla said out loud.

The burly executioner mumbled something to the effect of "Just a practice stroke, for aim." Before cocking his arm back again and striking Priscilla with a mighty blow to her tender ass. Priscilla had never felt so much pain cascade through her body ever before. Her eyes opened wide, Priscilla tried to scream, but instead, her mouth just opened with an expression of pure horror. As her eyes opened she saw the lower nobility and servants gawking and laughing at her. predicament. Priscilla tried to lower her head, only to feel her hair get strongly pulled by her own personal servant who was still diligently holding it in place.

Before Priscilla could utter any intelligible curse towards the crowd the second switch strike stung her even more mightily than the previous strike. Already thin red stripes were welted on Priscilla's backside. Priscilla's screams of pain and humiliation could not be heard over the deafening sound of mockery and jeering. Priscilla was now sobbing, her face contorted, she had lost all composure.

Then the third fourth and fifth strike hit Priscilla in succession. Priscilla shook and screamed in her bondage, thrashing her head so violently that a clump of her hair ripped out into Hamilton's hand, forcing him to grab at another clump, raising her head up again.

The Queen raised her hand for silence, forcing the crowd to die down and listen to the thundering sobs of Priscilla.

"Why...Please...Why? Let me go?" Priscilla was muttering defeated and now beyond humiliation. She no longer had the will to struggle, she just wanted her own personal nightmare to be over.

The Queen made the hand signal for the executioner to continue.

The executioner took his time but did not relinquish any of the strength of his blows. Between each of the last five blows, he teased Priscilla by tapping lightly on her arse and thighs. Priscilla deliriously looked on as some of the lowly servants were helping themselves to food, scraps of meat and vegetables, they ate as they watched Priscilla's mortifying punishment, completely entertained.

"Animals! Scum!" Priscilla spat before the executioner stung her with his final blow, which caused Priscilla to let out an ear drum bursting defeated scream.

Hamilton lets go of Priscilla's head, letting her hang it low in shame. The crowd jeered and made jokes at Priscilla's expense as she quivered tied to the rack. Eventually, the Queen made another call for silence.

"Turn her around and Hamilton lifts up her head so that I can look her in the eyes." The Queen ordered sternly."

Some guards and the executioner lifted and turned Priscilla so that she was facing the Queen, her backside still exposed with red and purple stripes from the cane was now facing the servants and lower nobility. Hamilton lifted Priscilla's head, by pulling her hair. Priscilla breathed heavily, still closing her eyes, not wanting to look at her tormentors. Priscilla was desperately humiliated, she believed that her shame could not reach any higher level.

The Queen spoke, "Open your eyes!" Her voice was commanding and Priscilla did not want to know what pain she would suffer if she did not obey.

Tears blurred Priscilla's vision, but as her vision became clarified she realized that her humiliation and shame could indeed rise to a higher level. The High Prince Blaine was standing, staring at Priscilla. Priscilla's sobs echoed through the throne room, her flesh quivered. The lower nobility jeered, laughed and cheered.

"Please, release me, please!" Priscilla blubbered, her words barely audible.

Priscilla flinched as she felt an object strike her ass.

Hamilton finally spoke, his voice was audible over the crowd, "The servants, they are throwing their food, meat and vegetable scraps, this is untenable, will you please have mercy and release her!"

The Queen was unmoved, she watched on as Priscilla's backside was pelted with chicken skin, half-eaten tomatoes, and apple cores. Priscilla winched and contorted her face, sobbing uncontrollably, cursing every person in the room, she had lost any and all composure. Yet the Queen watched on and so did the High Prince Blaine.

Priscilla's heart broke as she saw The High Prince mutter the words, "I cannot marry this dishonest woman. For she is unfit!"