commision: Long live the submissive Queen Mirellia

by queen84revenge (ao3)

Queen Mirellia let out a sigh as she sat in her royal apartment. The last few days had been some of the worst of her entire life. The past few hours in particular had been the absolute worst of her life. The Queen had overseen the trial of both her husband and eldest daughter, both of whom faced charges of conspiracy against the Kingdom, conspiring with the enemy, and numerous other charges that, if not for the fact they were royalty, would have resulted in immediate execution.

It was only because of the mercy of Iwatani Naofumi, the Shield Hero and the one person who had been damaged the most by (former) Princess Malty’s actions, that the ex-King and Princess hadn’t been executed. For that, Mirellia was grateful.

Very grateful.

So grateful that the Queen had invited him to her royal apartment to discuss something that she couldn’t speak of anywhere else.

Queen Mirellia’s gaze moved to the door to her apartment as she heard it open, and she watched Naofumi step in, shutting the door behind him. He paused for a moment, taking in the apartment, visibly surprised that it wasn’t made out of solid gold or anything. In fact, compared to what he expected, it was very plain.

“Please, sit Shield Hero,” Mirellia said, gesturing to a chair just a foot or two in front of her own.

“You wished to speak to me?” Naofumi asked as he sat. To say he was curious was an understatement. Mirellia hadn’t said what she wanted to discuss, only that it was of the utmost importance.

“I do,” Mirellia said, taking in a deep breath before she spoke. “There is one member of the Royal Family who still needs to be punished for their crimes.”

“Who would that be?” Naofumi asked, raising an eyebrow at the Queen. This wasn’t at all what he’d been expecting, and he was now even more confused. The only remaining members of the Royal Family were Mirellia and Melty, both of whom were victims of the former King and Princess’s crimes.

“Me,” Mirellia said as she stood and then, to the shock of Naofumi, dropped down onto her knees and bowed before the Shield Hero, with her forehead pressed down to the floor. “It was through my negligence that these horrible crimes were committed,” she said. “If I had kept a closer eye on my husband and daughter, none of this would have happened,” she said. “Since you’re the one who chose the punishment of Trash and Bitch, I leave it to you to punish me.”

Silence filled the room for a minute as Mirellia’s words sank in. Naofumi’s knee jerk reaction was to assume this was a trick, but then he remembered Malty was the total opposite of her mother. Furthermore, there had been genuine sorrow and remorse in Mirellia’s voice as she spoke.

“I’m not entirely sure if I can,” Naofumi said. “Trash and Bitch were different, the crimes they committed were unforgivable,” he said. “Even if you were negligent, you can’t be blamed for their actions.”

“I insist,” Mirellia said. “I will accept any punishment, private or public, temporary or permanent, painful or painless,” she said. “I deserve to be punished, I need to be punished. Need.

Naofumi’s thoughts honed in on that word. The way Mirellia had said it told Naofumi something that she hadn’t said.

Mirellia wanted to be punished. Not in the sense that she felt she had to be, but because she desired it. She wanted the younger man to do whatever he pleased with her in the name of punishment.

Very quickly a thought popped into Naofumi’s head. It was a dark thought, and under any other circumstance, he would have pushed it away. However, Queen Mirellia wanted to be punished, and this idea was a punishment that, while not as severe as what was inflicted on her husband and daughter, was very appropriate. It also would allow him to live out one of his darkest fantasies, and with Royal approval.

“Fine, I’ll punish you,” Naofumi said. “However, you won’t find out until morning,” he said. “I expect you to be ready for me as soon as day breaks, even if I don’t arrive immediately. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” Mirellia said, and Naofumi couldn’t help but grin as he saw her shiver as she spoke.

“Good,” Naofumi said. He was tempted to say more, to issue a command, just to see what would happen, but he stopped himself. ‘I’ll have time tomorrow,’ he thought to himself as he stood and looked down at Mirellia, who kept kneeling before him. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said as he walked out of the royal apartment.

Even though Naofumi was gone, Mirellia remained in her kneeling position as her heart pounded and she shivered with anticipation. Tomorrow morning she would get what she deserved, and she couldn’t wait.

Dawn had barely broken when there was a knock at Queen Mirellia’s door. The Queen was only getting out of bed when the knock came, and was still clad in her (rather revealing semi-transparent) pajamas and only half out of her bed when the door opened.

Through the door walked Naofumi, with a bag in hand. Instantly his gaze was drawn to the Queen and he approached with a grin.

“Good morning your Majesty,” Naofumi said. “I trust you're ready for your punishment?” he asked as he stopped in front of her.

“I am-mph!” Queen Mirellia answered, only to be cut off mid-sentence when Naofumi pressed his lips against hers, bringing the older woman into a passionate kiss that she submissively melted into. For several minutes Mirellia allowed Naofumi to freely explore her mouth before he broke off the kiss.

Mirellia panted slightly as Naofumi reached into the bag, her gaze transfixed on the Shield Hero. If it were anyone else she would have resisted, but for Naofumi, the man wronged so badly by the Royal Family, she was willing to do anything.

“Your punishment will be to be led through the streets on your hands and knees,” Naofumi said. “You will be naked, with only one thing to hide who you really are,” he said as he pulled a pink latex hood from the bag. On the top of the hood was a pair of ears, while the nose was molded into the shape of a pig’s. “You will be led to the pillory, where you will remain bound until nightfall, with your subjects free to do whatever they wish to you.”

“Do you have any objections to this?” Naofumi asked.

“No,” Mirellia answered, barely hiding her excitement as a blush appeared on her face, accompanied by a naughty smile.

Many people had come to view Mirellia as the complete opposite of her daughter Bitch, mostly because Bitch was pure evil, while Mirellia wasn’t. There was, however, one other way they were complete opposites, one that until now nobody knew of.

Whereas Bitch was a sadist who regularly inflicted pain upon others, Mirellia was a masochist who had suppressed her desires her entire life, never daring to let that side of her show. Until now.

The palace prison was a largely unused part of the Royal Castle. It had been added to serve as prison for members of the Royal Family who committed crimes so serious they couldn’t be ignored, but not serious enough to warrant execution. It was where Trash and Bitch would have spent their last hours had Naofumi not intervened.

It was also where Queen Mirellia’s punishment was going to begin. Queen Mirellia was standing before Naofumi and his companions, who were all dressed as Royal Guards. On either side of Mirellia stood her two most trusted servants, who she was sure wouldn’t share what unfolded with another living soul.

It occurred to Mireallia she could try to make small talk with Naofumi, but that merely delayed the inevitable. So, with that in mind, she gave her servants a command.

“Strip me, completely,” Queen Mirellia ordered, authority clear in her voice despite how shocking a command it was.

“My Queen, a..are you sure?” One of the servants asked. Both were hesitant to do something so… embarrassing, to the Queen.

“I am,” Mirellia said. “If I am to be punished, I must be naked,” she said. “Now strip me,” she ordered.

This time neither servant hesitated, though it was clear they were not quite happy as they slowly undressed Queen Mirellia, removing each article of clothing one by one until she was left completely naked.

“Surely you don’t plan to send the Queen out like this?” One of the servants asked.

“No,” Naofumi answered. “I plan to hide her face,” he said as he produced the pink latex pig hood. Both servants' eyes widened as they stepped back.

Queen Mirellia, however, stepped forwards and dropped to her knees, taking a submissive stance as she waited for Naofumi to hood her. She didn’t need to wait long, as soon she felt the cool latex covering her head, leaving only her eyes and mouth exposed and every other identifying feature was well hidden.

“Rise,” Naofumi commanded, and Mirellia obeyed. She saw the Shield Hero had a rope in his hands, but didn’t question what it was for. She found out a moment later when he began wrapping around her chest, using it to make a chest harness that squeezed her breasts, causing them to pop out more. Following that, a leather collar was locked around her neck, with a long leash attached to it and held in the hand of Naofumi. “Ready to be a good Piggy?” Naofumi asked.

“Yes~” Mirellia answered, not bothering to try and hide her excitement.

“Good,” Naofumi said, a grin on his face as he leaned in and pressed his lips against Mirellia’s, passionately kissing her for a moment before breaking it off, causing her to whine. “Now, on your knees!” Naofumi said, a dominant tone to his voice as Mirellia quickly obeyed and watched the Shield Hero approach and mount a nearby horse.

‘This is it,’ Mirellia thought to herself, her heart pounding with excitement as the horse began trotting forwards, forcing to follow, lest she be choked by the collar. There was no going back from this point. Right now she wasn’t the Queen, but a pig, a pig who needed to be punished for her failures. And she would be punished. Severely.

It seemed as though all of Melomarc had turned out to witness the Queen’s humiliation. The streets around the palace were lined with citizens, all eager to witness the punishment.

Of course, they didn’t know it was the Queen they were here to witness the humiliation of. As far as they knew, they were just here to witness the humiliation of a criminal.

There were murmurs going through the crowd as they waited, but they went silent as Raphtalia, her identity hidden by the guard uniform she was wearing, stepped out.

“Thank you all for coming out,” Raphtalia said. “As I’m sure you all know, a criminal is to be punished today,” she said, pausing as cheers came from the crowd. Once the cheers died down, Raphtalia spoke again.

“The identity of this criminal will not be known to you, as part of their punishment is the erasure of their identity.”

“Her crime is ignorance,” Raphtalia announced. “If she had paid just a little more attention, then the crimes committed by Trash and Bitch would never have happened,” she said. “And her punishment is to be treated like the whore pig she is.”

On cue, the doors to the palace prison slowly opened, and through them rode out Naofumi. Like Raphtalia, his identity was hidden by the guard outfit he was wearing, but nobody was looking at him.

Instead, everyone’s gaze was focused on the naked woman crawling behind him. Her head was covered by a pink latex hood that obscured her identity, and rope was wrapped around her chest to make her breasts stick out more. She held her head high with pride despite her position, in a way that brought to mind how Bitch had kept a prideful look even during her trial.

For a moment, the crowd was silent, with the only sound being the sound of Naofumi’s horses hooves.

Then, a rotten fruit struck Mirellia in the face, stunning her. “Eat up Pig!” Someone in the crowd shouted.

In an instant the crowd erupted into a chorus of shouts, all calling Mirellia a variety of slurs and other demeaning names. A seemingly endless stream of rotten fruit was hurled towards Mirellia. A majority of the fruits missed, but with the amount being thrown, the amount actually hitting their mark was more than enough to quickly coat Mirellia in the remains of the rotted fruit.

That wasn’t all Mirellia was subjected to though. As Naofumi advanced, the streets narrowed. Well, not so much narrowed, but the crowd grew larger and larger until there was only a narrow path for Naofumi to trek through. Now up close, the crowd could literally reach out and touch Mirellia, and many did. None of them just touched her though, as almost all instead opted to strike her ass as hard as they could. Within minutes Mirellia’s ass turned bright red from the numerous strikes, and in addition to the remains of the rotten fruit, the crowds spit now coated her body. The taunts grew louder and more intense as the crowd grew, though nobody dared act on any threats they made.

It took two, maybe three hours for Naofumi and Mirellia to reach their destination. They could have been there much earlier, but Naofumi wanted to drag Mirellia’s punishment out as long as he could, and he doubted she minded.

The destination in question was an execution platform, constructed with the intention of being the place criminals were hung, beheaded, or whatever other form of execution had been decreed. But it wasn’t going to be the sight of an execution today. Instead, in place of gallows and guillotines, was a simple wooden pillory.

Wordlessly Naofumi watched as a pair of guards who had been stationed at the platform descended from it and approached Mirellia. He had opted not to inform her of this, nor had he informed the guards of who was under the hood, and he was eager to see how she reacted. Had the guards known who was under the hood, they would have gently led Mirellia up the steps, taking care not to leave so much as a speck of dust on her. But, since they didn’t, they instead roughly yanked her to her feet after unclipping the leash from her collar. On instinct Mirellia began struggling against the guards grasps as they forced her up the steps of the platform, half pushing, half dragging her towards the pillory. They showed no mercy as they opened the pillory and forced Mirellia’s heads and hands into place before locking it, trapping her in it.

Things only got worse for Mirellia from there. Naofumi disappeared into the crowd, watching from the background as Mirellia was pounded with more rotted fruits. Now that she was stuck in one place, even more fruits hit her. Soon several young women in the crowd got an idea and ascended the steps of the platform. The guards didn’t stop them, but they did keep a close eye on them. Several of the women began to write on Mirellia’s body, with one writing SLUT in big letters on her forehead, and FOR PUBLIC USE just above her ass, among other obscenities. Another woman clamped a pair of nipple clamps onto her mature nipples, causing Mirellia to squeal, and as she squealed, another woman shoved an apple (a thankfully ripe apple) into Mirellia’s mouth, gagging her. Soon some young men came onto the platform, and to Mirellia’s shock, began to fuck her anally. Mirellia quickly lost track of how many men had fucked her, and soon she found herself cumming, and cumming, and cumming again and again and again. Mirellia couldn’t recall the last time she had cummed so hard and so much.

In the crowd, Naofumi grinned as he watched Mirellia’s torment, his cock growing hard in his pants. He thought of getting in line and taking advantage of her in this state, but this was only stage one in his planned punishment, and he didn’t want to soil the later stages. So, for now, Naofumi was content to sit back and watch as more and more of Mirellia’s loyal subjects defiled her, not knowing that it was their beloved Queen they were degrading. If they knew, they’d be horrified, and they’d be even more horrified to know she was enjoying it.

By sunset, Queen Mirellia was almost totally lost in a haze of lust. She didn’t know how many times she’d been fucked, or how many times she’d cummed, and she didn’t care. The apple she was gagged with was still in place, with a puddle of drool on the floor of the platform beneath her. Over time, the crowd gathered to watch her humiliation had gradually thinned until all that was left were a few dozen individuals lacking anything else to do with their time.

Right now, Queen Mirellia could hear footsteps coming up behind her, and she braced herself for another round of fucking. But, to her surprise, the steps continued past her ass until they stopped right in front of her.

“My Piggy, you’ve had a fun day,” Eclair Seatto said. The Queen’s right-hand woman was barely hiding how she truly felt seeing her Queen in such a position. Mirellia groaned into her gag, attempting a greeting, but failing to produce anything more than a gurgle. Eclair didn’t bother responding, instead turning to address the small group still observing.

“This Pig’s public humiliation is over,” the Knight said, eliciting groans of disappointment from some of those still in the crowd. “But rest assured, her punishment is not,” she said. “From this point forwards this Pig will serve the Shield Hero Naofumi as his personal Jester.”

Those words elicited cheers from the crowd as the guards who had locked Mirellia into the pillory unlocked her and dragged the exhausted Queen from the platform down to the ground, where a prisoner's carriage sat waiting for her. The guards didn’t even try to be gentle as they roughly threw her into the back of the carriage and slammed the door behind her. As soon as the door was slammed, the carriage began to move, taking Mirellia towards the next stage of her punishment.

A few days had passed since the public humiliation of the pig, and all through the kingdom, there was one question on everyone’s lips.

Where was the Queen?

Nobody had seen Queen Mirellia since the trial of Trash and Bitch, and most assumed she had simply retreated from the public eye to deal with her emotions in private.

They were, of course, wrong. Queen Mirellia was in a bedroom in the residence of Naofumi, clad in revealing pajamas as laid on the bed. She had been given a few days to recover from her public humiliation, and now she was waiting for whatever came next.

Mirellia couldn’t keep herself from imagining all the different punishments and humiliations she could be subjected to by Naofumi, and her thoughts were only interrupted when the door to the bedroom opened. A smile appeared on Mirellia’s face as she saw Naofumi enter, and the Shield Hero barely had a chance to close the door before Mirellia was upon him, attempting to greedily kiss him.

“Down,” Naofumi commanded in a tender tone, and Mirellia backed away, looking up at the Shield Hero, eager to learn what would happen to her next.

“I’m holding a party tonight,” Naofumi said. “One in my honor,” he added. “And my Jester is going to provide all the noble guests with entertainment,” he said with a grin. “Are you up for the task?”

“Yes!” Mirellia said, excitement clear in her voice as she dropped down onto her knees, pressing her head to the floor as she bowed before Naofumi. “I won’t fail you!”

“I know you won’t,” Naofumi said with a grin.

By the evening the Shield Hero’s residence was filled with the sounds of celebration as nobles spoke, ate, and danced. It turned out that plenty of nobles were eager to cozy up to the Shield Hero now that it was proven that Bitch had lied about him. It didn’t escape Naofumi that many of these nobles had cursed his name before, and were only trying to look good without making an effort to apologize.

But Naofumi didn’t let that bother him, as the main focus of the night was showing off his new jester.

As if on cue doors opened, and everyone in the room turned to watch as Raphtalia and Eclair entered. But, like when Naofumi had emerged from the palace prison a few days ago, none of the eyes were on the latex jester following them.

The jester’s outfit was black and purple, with their left and right arm and leg black, and their right and left arm and leg purple. Their head was covered by a black latex jester hat with bells, and their face was covered by purple latex, with just their eyes and mouth exposed. Where their mouth was, black latex lips were printed, and black latex eyebrows and eyelashes were printed around the eyes. Her hands were trapped in latex mittens, on her feet were high heels, and a slave seal was on the jester’s forehead. The jester was marched to the middle of the room, becoming the literal center of attention in the process.

Queen Mirellia smiled as she saw all eyes in the room were on her, knowing it was time to begin entertaining the crowd. Mirellia placed her hands behind her head, spread her legs, and began to “dance”. Granted it was more of jerking around and showing off her body in a slutty manner than actually dancing, but it was still entertainment.

“For those of you who don’t know, this jester is the same pig who was marched through the streets a few days ago,” Naofumi said. “This is a continuation of her punishment, so feel free to do whatever you wish to her,” he said.

Those words might as well have opened Pandora’s Box, as almost immediately food and drink were thrown in the direction of Mirellia, quickly coating her as she continued to dance.

“Hey Piggy, did you enjoy getting fucked?” someone in the crowd asked. “No!” Mirellia shouted, and suddenly electricity coursed through her body courtesy of the slave seal. Of course, Mirellia enjoyed it, with a lustful expression appearing on her face as the shock subsided. “Do you wanna suck my cock Piggy?”

“No!” Another shock, causing Mirellia to let out a squeal of lust. More questions came, each answered with a no, which resulted in another shock. All along Mirellia kept dancing like a buffoon until Naofumi spoke.

“Are Queen Mirellia Q. Melromarc?” the Shield Hero asked with a wicked grin, causing Mirellia to freeze. He had promised her anonymity, but now he was stripping it away from her. She should have been enraged, but instead, she felt herself becoming even more aroused. All the nobles who had been degrading her would normally be beneath her, yet here the roles were changed.

Before Mirellia could even think about how to answer, Raphtalia crept up behind her, and in one swift motion, pulled off the hood.

“Behold your submissive Queen,” Naofumi declared as the crowd fell silent. Every noble in attendance felt sheer bone chilling horror consuming them as they realized who they had been degrading just a minute before. For several minutes silence filled the air, and it was only broken when Mirellia herself began to speak.

“You must all be wondering why I have allowed this to happen,” Mirellia said. “It is because I must be punished, punished for allowing my husband and daughter to commit their crimes right under my nose,” she said as she slowly dropped down to her knees.

“I can not forgive myself for my failure, and I must be punished for it,” she said as she began crawling towards Naofumi. “Until I feel that I have been punished enough, I am the property of the Shield Hero,” she said, and when she reached Naofumi, she bowed her head and began licking his boots in front of everyone.

“I intend for you to be more than property,” Naofumi said. “I want you as my slave wife,” he said, looking down at Mirellia with a smile.

“If that is what you wish, then I shall serve you everyday,” Mirellia said, smiling back before beginning to lick Naofumi’s boots again. The crowd was silent. They didn't know what to say.

In a few minutes they had found out they had been degrading their Queen, that their Queen was a whore, and that their Queen was going to marry the Shield Hero. It was thanks to Raphtalia that the silence was broken.

“Long live the submissive Queen!” Raphtalia exclaimed in a cheerful tone. “Long live the submissive Queen!” Someone in the crowd repeated, less sure of it then Raphtalia. After that, another member of the crowd repeated, then another, and then another until the whole crowd was cheerfully repeating “Love live the submissive Queen!” Naofumi smiled with each repeat.

There was one stage left, though Mirellia’s proper punishment was over. Now they were in the “reward” phase. Rewarding Mirellia for being a good girl and accepting her punishment, and Naofumi for putting together this plan.

The Church of the Four Heroes was filled with Nobles, Dignitaries, Lords, Royals, and everything in between, from across the land. All were there to observe the royal wedding between the Shield Hero and the submissive Queen.

Speaking of the Shield Hero, he was at the front of the church, clad in appropriate wedding apparel in front of the Priest. No eyes were on him though, instead all were focused on the aisle, where Eclair and Raphtalia were walking down. No eyes were on them either though, instead they were focused on Queen Mirellia, who was behind her two ladies-in-waiting.

The Dirty Queen as she was now known was covered from head to toe by a black latex catsuit. All but her mouth was covered by the rubber, and around her neck was a collar, from which emerged a leash that was held by both Eclair and Raphtalia. For all anyone knew, it could have been anyone under the rubber. But nobody for a minute doubted it was her under the rubber, as the story of the Dirty Queen, a pervert who took advantage of her ex-husband and daughter’s crimes to live out her fantasies, had traveled far and fast.

When the ladies-in-waiting reached the altar, they handed the leash over to Naofumi, who watched as she knelt before him, her head touching the floor.

“Do you, Shield Hero Naofumi, swear fidelity to Queen Mirellia until death?” the Priest asked, looking at Naofumi.

“I do,” Naofumi said with a smile. “And do you, Queen Mirellia Q. Melomarc, swear fidelity to Shield Hero Naofumi until death?” “I do,” said Mirellia, her smile hidden by her pose. “Then I pronounce you man and slave-wife,” the Priest said before turning to Naofumi. “You may now kiss the bride,” he said.

With a grin Naofumi pulled on the leash, causing Mirellia to slowly rise up until she was standing. Once she had risen fully, Naofumi pulled on the leash again, bringing her body against his as he pulled her into a passionate kiss, causing cheers to fill the Church.

It was now official. Queen Mirellia was the slave-wife of the Shield Hero. If he wanted, he could force her to wear rubber everyday, to remain bound and gagged every night, to humiliate and degrade herself in public, to fuck him whenever he wanted, and innumerous other things.

Of course, Naofumi would do all those things and more, and he and Mirellia would enjoy every minute of their new lives as master-husband and slave-wife

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