"My, what big tits she has." Ralf commented with a whistle.
"Makes up for her fat belly." Another jeered. Genevieve wanted to cry.
"Fat royals, getting plumper and plumper as our families starve." Kris said.
"I wonder if she'll squeal like the pig that she is when we poke her." A fourth jeered, causing Genevieve to go red in the face. There was no way, not with a dirty common rebel!
But as she looked at the door, she realized that her time was running short. She had already been whipped like a commoner and was now naked and on display like a harlot. Even if she was rescued at that moment she would have to live with those humiliations, including that of having her guards view her nude body. But as she looked at the hungry faces of the rebels, she realized that if her guards didn't arrive soon, then her body would be defiled.
Panic bubbled through her. Her, raped by a gang of filthy rebels? The thought was repulsive! But as she gazed terrified at the men surrounding her, it was all too obvious that several were sporting erections. Some were openly touching themselves, getting ready.
"Turn around, whore, I want to see how red your ass is." Kris commanded.
She wanted to tell him to go to hell. But she also didn't want to be spanked again. Her butt was still smarting from the beating she had received. Swallowing her pride she turned around as the rebels cheered. "Well done, Kris! That is a well spanked ass." One said.
"That has got to hurt!" another commented.
"So nice and red."
"Look at that look on her face! Oh, she wants to tell us off! You can see it in her eyes." Another noted.
"Too bad for her she's following orders now, Jeremy!"
"Yeah, how does it feel to do things you don't want to, bitch?" Kris asked. "We've been having to do it all our lives."
Genevieve said nothing as she bit her tongue so badly it bled. Kris frowned, walked up to her and slapped her ass again. She screamed, "What did I do?"
"You didn't answer my question. How does it feel?"
"I hate it!" she snarled.
The rebels laughed, "Looks like she still has some spunk in her." Jeremy said.
"It's time to fuck it out of her. Bitch, get on the table." Kris commanded.
Genevieve started to breath raggedly. This wasn't happening! This wasn't happening! If she got on the table she would be raped, but if she didn't she would be back over Kris's knee. There had to be a way out! The guards surely would come in now and rescue her!
But the guards didn't come in. Instead Kris smacked her again on the ass. "I said get your fat ass up on that table!"
Tears erupted as she looked at the bare wooden table. It was old, uncomfortable looking. The veneer had been completely worn away and it looked itchy and splintery. Nothing so coarse had ever touched her skin. Still she moved towards it and sat on the edge, her ass screaming in agony as she did.
The rebels crowded around her as Kris commanded, "Spread your knees, and show us your cunt."
Genevieve sobbed as she spread them, her face red. "Scoot back and put your feet at the end of the table. I want a better look at your filthy slut hole."
Reluctantly she scooted back, moving so her feet were on each corner with her legs bent, giving the men a better look at her private parts then she had ever given anyone. She could feel their gaze on her and felt as though she would die from embarrassment. Was it possible to die from it? If death claimed her now, it would be far better than going through what they planned!
"Spread those pussy lips." Kris barked as he lifted a light and shone it, giving them all a better view.
Horrified, she put a finger between her lips and parted them. "Now play with yourself. And you'd better do a good job, otherwise you won't be wet for us."
Pay with herself? In front of them! But it was that or another spanking! "Such a dirty slut!" Jeremy called as she touched her clit.
