With your fate already sealed you realise that you have nothing to gain from trying to curb the lust that is burning inside your body. The humiliations and torture to come will surely reveal your sexual arousal to the expectant mob. If you are going to be made their sexual spectacle anyway you would much prefer to do so with some measure of defiance and free will.
"I'm afraid you had the probe removed too soon judge." You reply loudly, putting as much cocky bravado into your voice as you can manage. "A true gentleman would replace the probe and allow a lady to finish what she has started."
"You, Ms Hamilton are certainly unfit to use the term lady when referring to yourself." The perverted judge replies. "However I am certainly a gentleman and as ever will honour my offer. It is after all customery for condemned prisoners to be granted a last request, even if slavery rather than death is to be your fate."
"Replace the probe." The judge orders with a lordly wave of his hand. "And remove the prisoner's undergarment so that all gathered can clearly witness her truly debauched nature."
The apothacary returns and reattaches the probe to the pole between your widely spread legs. Adjusting the pole's height he slides it up until the tip, which glistens with your own cunt juice nudges the gusset of your thong. At a nod from the royal apothacary the whipmaster grasps the waistband of your brief underwear and with one pull rips the garment from your body, leaving your crotch bared to the delight of the crowd.
The pole is raised several more inches and you move your hips to position your wet cunt and allow about half the length of the probe to push up inside you. Stepping back, both men leave you free to take what pleasure you can by your own choice while still able.
A momentary hush has fallen over the crowd and you close your eyes to banish them from your thoughts as you begin to rotate your hips and grind your cunt onto the probe. |