Chapter 2 - The Queen's End

The Queen sniffed gently as she was led up the wooden steps. The strong arm of the woman behind her was clasped firmly on her shoulder, making her feel small and weak despite her rank. Her former rank. She felt a tear drift down her cheek, and she bit her lip ruefully. She wanted to yell, to scream, to exert her power over the guard, but everything had been taken away from her. The military coup had taken down the entire royalty… actually, they had strung them up.

She reached the top of the stairs and dared to look up, seeing her friends and family all hanging from coarse ropes. Their legs and arms dangled limpy, their cocks standing at full attention, bright-red even without a heartbeat. The youngest, her niece, was still twitching. She opened and closed her mouth mechanically, trying to draw air, as her impressive cock throbbed with need. She was no more than sixteen, but they had roped her anyway to ensure that nobody was left behind.

They had left the Queen for last. She didn't know whether it was an act of mercy, letting her live just a few more minutes, or one of spite, forcing her to sit in the throne that was no longer hers and watch her beloved ones choke and die. She turned to the side and saw her wife, stripped naked except for a long silk dick-cover, her pert breasts hanging on her chest as healthily as if she was still alive. Her head was lolling to the side and her tongue was out. The tongue that the queen used to suck as they made passionate love. Her lover's cock stood out proudly, 10 inches, her final drops of cum leaking through the fabric of the lacy sock.

The guard stood behind her and turned her roughly out towards the gathered crowd. Suddenly she felt extremely self-conscious. She was wearing her traditional royal clothes, which were made of blue and white lace and silk. Her breasts were held by flimsy white cups, her shoulders were bare, and the dress tightened around her waist like a corset, showing off every wide curve. She was utterly youthful, luscious and curvaceous, a paragon of beauty and femininity.

She could see clear across the courtyard, to the throne she had been sitting on. Now it was occupied by her usurper, a flawless woman with porcelain skin, purple eyes and red dress. She found herself, even now, attracted to her long, lissome legs, and she licked her lips. The dark queen blew her a kiss, and suddenly she was aroused again, the same way she had been watching her family squirm and die.

Strong arms wrapped around her throat, and she was hauled upwards into the air. She choked, both with surprise and the force of her lifting. She dangled helplessly there, barely able to raise her hands to her neck. Soon though, she was moved backwards and had her feet placed on a wooden stool. Something hit her gently in the cheek. She pulled back and looked, and when she saw it, she screamed meekly and her legs bent inwards at the knee. A yellow-brown rope, already tied in a noose, and a few inches beyond that hung the blue face of her niece, along with half a dozen others. Before she could react, the guard gripped her neck tightly and forced the noose over her head, pulling it snug around her neck. It made an ugly scratching noise as it tightened, constricting around her entire neck as it did. She screamed again, louder, like a frightened dog. Her first instinct was to run, but if she moved her legs, she would fall down and be dead that much faster.

The dark queen stood up, her dark dress flowing around her legs. She put out her hand in a palm, then gave the thumbs down. Before the deposed ruler could even open her lips, she felt a strong shove right in her back. She squeaked and fell from the stool, which was immediately torn from beneath her. Her eyes bulged out wide and she started to kick, feeling herself dangle. It wasn't a long enough fall to break her neck, no; the way executions were done was far more enjoyable for the citizens, and far less enjoyable for those being hung. It was how she had done it in her time, and only now did she want to change the law she had set down.

She felt the blood stop flowing to her head and her neck. She gasped, feeling her heart begin to throb, just trying to force her circulation. Just as the blood pressure in her head faded, the blood pressure in the rest of her body shot straight up. Her skin started to tingle pleasantly, and when she looked down she suddenly found her cock standing stock-straight and throbbing with desire. She moaned and kicked again, as the audience jeered her cock. Her silk cocksock was much smaller, to fit her smaller equipment, but she was so hard that an inch of skin was poking out the underside, next to her dangling balls. She started to cry and blushed red, embarrassed to be seen like this in front of everyone.

The guard reached up and pulled down her dress, exposing her huge breasts. She whined and kicked at her as the audience cheered, everyone popping boners at the sight of the Queen's big pink nipples. Nobody dared to jerk off at the proceedings, though their erections could be plainly seen under their clothes. Usually, periods of births would follow about 9 months after a public execution, as everyone scurried home and spent their build-up lust on their partners. However, one thing was different. The dark queen was masturbating openly, stroking her huge cock. She was sitting behind everyone, so almost nobody saw, but it was clear that she didn't care one bit even if everyone was watching. To her, it was as if she and the deposed queen were the only ones here.

Finally the choking queen felt her face go blue from lack of oxygen. Blood started to seep from her nose as her capillaries burst, and at the same time, she came, hard. She winced with pain and kicked weakly as her smallish cock exploded all over the inside of the sock, her pristine cum oozing out onto the ground with a lewd dripping. She gripped the rope even harder and tried to pull it off, but everything she did just drained her oxygen even faster. Her cock throbbed and she rubbed her thighs together, still dangling, feeling her lungs begin to flutter as they tried to draw breath. All that came out was a delicate gagging and choking, and her effort to get herself out just caused her body to spin around and around.

Finally she ran out of strength and her hands dropped to her sides. Her head flopped sideways and her eyes half-closed, her mouth opening and closing with effort. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth as her body tried to clear her airway, but it was no use. She just ended up biting her tongue, not that she could feel it anymore. The only part of her still alive was her cock, still standing as straight as a flagpole, even without a heartbeat. Her blood pressure was extreme, and if she didn't have on that light white sock, everyone would have seen how red it was. 