Anna's Collection - Blazer's Execution Part 1

Stella Vermillion was, by many accounts, the perfect girl. Feisty and out-spoken yet her exterior personality was but a fragile shell that hid a masochistic mind. Prone to rationalize her inner longing as 'mistakes' ; from what she had observed she was the type to undress should he boyfriend Ikki coerce her hard enough. Or in most cases by misinterpreting' what was said. But the demands here had no underlying definition; carry the cross to her 'execution'. Not just any execution, of course. The sadistic mind could think of better. Face to face with the wooden cross she was to be tormented upon, the Crimson Princess hesitated as she took a step back.

"What's the matter, Princess? Did you want to back down on our offer now?" The red-head called out coyly.To think they held Ikki, beat him harshly and then dared to show the photograph to her! Knowing that these girls had Ikki's life in their palms, Stella resigned herself to such a humiliating show. Or, atleast tried to with the dignity of the Princess of Vermillion. Eyebrows pointed sharply to a frown, Stella called out to the other red-head who stood triumphantly before her. "If I do this...you promise you'll let Ikki-kun go, right?!" She demanded. Or, as best as she could with her disheveled look. A dishonorable group these red-heads were, ganging up on her before she was laid low. Her uniform was torn up, her thighs pressed trying to hide the faintest sighting of her black lingerie panties.

"Of course we will, honey." With a gesture her compatriots (who looked strangely similar to each other) held up the cross by the horizontal part, moving it upon her back. Stella's footing faltered slightly as she took the weight of the wooden beam, surprised to find yet another of the red-haired captors bring out what looked like... "Rope?! F-for what reason do you have that?!" She cried out in total embarrassment and surprise as the two others began to weave her wrists against the wood, held securely she tried to pry her arms off. No effect... She thought to herself as they wove an elaborate latticework of ropes against her body, firmly planting her chest against the frame.

"Ouf-! N-not there, you perverts!" She cried out in flustered dismay as the rope harness was woven, a pant exuded from her mouth as she felt the tightness. Yet, deep within her own core, she felt her frilly black panties moisten in warmth as she felt her helplessness was made evident. In response Stella attempted to feign ignorance of the situation, but could not hold up the facade as she felt the ropes trail between her torn-up skirt and pulled. "Eeek! T-too tight!" She panted audibly, feeling her cheeks redden and her torso heave forward as the weight was largely left for her to bear.  Uuuu...it's...heavy. Stella thought to herself as she tried to regain her center, only to realize how thoroughly humiliating this was...

Yet...why wasn't she fighting back?! She was a dignified Princess of Vermillion, a special existence out of many! Aside from dread and the fear she had for Ikki, why did it...feel so...right? The figurative 'leader' of her tormentors walked forward with a strange plastic ball with two straps from the side. Her valiant spirit tried to muster a defiant reply, yet all that came was a troubled pant as she felt the redhead's hand touch her chin. "Don't fret, Princess...after you're through with all this, I'll make sure your boyfriend is unharmed!" H-he's not my boyfriend! Stella mentally retorted, yet could not formulate the right words as she tried to regain her footing. The cross was considerably heavy, even for a Knight Apprentice like her. "Now, say ahh, and we can begin~" The red-head invited, holding the red ball up to her lips.

Her mind protested vehemently, but if it was for Ikki, then...maybe it's alright. With a resigned sigh, Stella Vermillion opened her mouth and begun started her march of shame. "Ahhh..."



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