Her highness, humiliated by a commoner.
Ruling over a kingdom via tyranny isn't the most efficient way to try and guarantee a long reign. The false queen learned this when she was captured by a horde of peasants, under the command of a hero (?).
Of course, the only thing tyrants love more than ruling is acquiring more power. Which is exactly what this new leader did. He sat on her throne, in the queen's hall.
It was time for her lords and servants to swear fealty to him now. And he established the new status quo in a very dominant manner.
Her arms chained to the ceiling, she was made to sit on him, her back to him. He put her legs over his, then spread them wide open so she couldn't lift them an inch to get off. He stripped her almost naked, a sole piece of cloth over her breasts and hips.
This savage new tyrant waited until they bowed, one after the other and prepared to make their pledge. He entered inside of her, yet didn't move. While his vassal was announcing his self righteous and excessively long title, he began fondling her breasts, playing with her nipples and... tickling her clit though the cloth.
The moment she squirmed, she slid deeper inside of him. She realized at once what he was going to do. There were many vows taken that day, and they all saw the same image. Her, spread open and sitting on top of him. Her nipples, hard and poking through the cloth. Her clit, peeking also, being played with, held between 2 fingers and tickled by the tiniest of his fingers' motions as she howled with laughter and begged for mercy, squirming and sliding on top of his cock and ultimately... silencing her own protests via desperate orgasms.
He had laid her all over her new "throne" of pleasure. He played her like a harp, making her bounce and submit all over his cock, her juices running down his shaft and dripping down the golden seat. Everytime a noble announced his name, he jabbed at her by intensely tickling her pussy lips, drowning the former queen's hall first in laughter, then in moans, occasionally making her cum just by tickling her armpits instead.
It is said that even her own mistreated maids rebelled. Anytime the new king relaxed and let her rest, they would pluck the stiff feathers of their cleaning equipment, spread her labia that was resting on his cock, ignoring her pleading, and feather her up and down, until they saw the fruit of their effort slowly dripping down his shaft.
He turned her head to his and kissed her, deeply. Kissing her also throughout this whole ordeal, whispering "my poooor queen, you sound so good when you cum" and embarassing her further by making her squirt via fingering everytime she turned beet red. She begged and begged, but all she got in return were his thrusts and "sshhhh, sshhhh, you're so beautiful".
By the next morning, both their thighs, the throne, the carpet had all been soaked in her submission. The kingdom was his, and he had spent all night long "claiming" it.
