Princess Kyra, the day after - bondage photos

The day after the palace had been stormed and sacked, all was in ruins. Anything of value had been taken, the rest destroyed. The Royal family had been hunted down, pulled from their hiding places, and brutally murdered. All but one. The arrogant Princess Kyra had been taken alive and her life spared. Spared, not out of any compassion, no... quite the opposite. Spared out of anger. Kyra had been spared to be tortured and tormented and degraded. Not a simple degrading, mind you. Kyra would wish a hundred times a day that she had been killed along with the rest of her family. Kyra would be kept naked and humiliated, degraded sexually in the worst ways imaginable. Publicly degraded as a spectacle of human misery for the enjoyment of all who despised her for the cruelty of her family, and the arrogance and haughtiness she had displayed throughout her young life.

Kyra would cry for the release of death as she was made to squirm before laughing and taunting crowds who ogled her nakedness and her shame. Spread wide for viewing. Wiggling and humping, unable to stop her pathetic mewling and begging for release. No, not for release from her ropes and bondage. Even more degrading would be her begging for the sexual release of an orgasm that her body craved with an almost superhuman need. Crying from shame and pleading her laughing tormentors to be allowed... just one orgasm!

Thus she would spend the remainder of her long and needy life. Disgraced and punished beyond anything she could have ever imagined in her worst nightmares. Unable to die. Unable to orgasm. Unable to stop her body's pathetic craving for release. Unable to face the daily laughter and insults from the crowds only too eager to take their revenge on her displayed body. Completely hairless and shaking with need. Shamed to tears, and ridiculed by the very same people over whom she once held the power of life and death.