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Through the static, the tv set flickered to life. The war had taken a toll on the city’s infrastructure but in spite of it all, the power had remained on. Now that armistice had been signed, calls had gone out on the radio and leaflets distributed, telling people to await an emergency broadcast from Sovereign Princess Anneliese. On the outskirts of the capital, an old bar had been converted to a military depot, a squad of soldiers sat nervously to watch. For the first thirty seconds, all that displayed was white text on a black background, with a number above counting down towards one.
--- THE FOLLOWING BROADCAST IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER AUDIENCES OR THOSE OF A NERVOUS DISPOSITION ---
An unorthodox way to begin such a broadcast, and an unnecessary one, since all that remained in the city were soldiers.
Then finally, video.
The scene was familiar enough: The Princess, all made up in dress and tiara, chestnut hair neatly tied and pinned, sat in her office in the Silk Palace where she had addressed her people every day since the start of the war; until the palace had been captured a week prior. The Princess had bravely - or some say foolishly - refused to evacuate, broadcasting right until the Alliance forces blew the generator. But here she was, as beautiful and commanding a presence as ever, ready to make an address. She briefly glanced away from the camera to something outside the frame, nerves showing for perhaps the first time in her fifteen-year reign, and finally began to speak:
“My loyal citizens. This past month has been a tumultuous time for our nation, wracked with uncertainty and doubt, but I am here before you today to lay out the path before us, and to guide you on its first steps. I-”
Her voice faltered, and her eyes cast to the side once more before she continued.
“I, Sovereign Princess Anneliese, Commander-In-Chief of Axia, have signed the unconditional surrender of Axia and her armed forces to General Phillips of the Northern Alliance.”
She paused, as if to allow the soldiers viewing time to recover from the sullen blow.
“You have all fought gallantly, but now is time to lay down arms and submit to the occupying forces. The First, Eighth, and Thirteenth Battalions of the Free Northern Army will enter the capital at 1500 hours today, and there will be no more fighting. My citizens, I urge you all to cooperate during this transitional period. And to show my… Commitment to this future for our country, General Phillips has asked that I-” Another glance aside. “-That I… make a demonstration of the submission I expect of my citizens.”
Another figure stepped into frame, though only from the waist down, revealing to viewers that this whole time the Princess had not been sat at her desk but kneeling on the floor, like a patient supplicant. She turned towards the anonymous man in Alliance combat fatigues and cast her gaze up at his unseen face as he unfastened his belt and let his pants fall. Anneliese’s fingers found his waistband and she set about her duty with no protest, revealing the invading soldier's hidden weapon.
It was shocking how quickly the visuals turned from public broadcast to pornography, but in mere moments the Princess had her hands and lips around a foreign soldier's cock. The glittering pink lipstick she wore didn't even smudge as she debased herself, and did so with such expert technique that it seemed as though she'd done this before - after all, the palace had been in enemy hands for a week. With no more words to say, the only sounds she could make were the moaning and gasping and lip-smacking of her bobbing and licking and disintegrating decades of carefully-cultivated image.
The soldier removed the pins and let her hair fall, partially obscuring her face with beautiful bouncing hair as she worked, but she was still recognisable as their national symbol, now rendered lewd and submissive. Drool spilled from her chin, but didn't dampen her dress for long as a knife appeared in the soldier's hand and cut the lace from the back of it. For the first time, the people of Axia saw the perfect bare breasts of their beloved sovereign, shortly followed by the sight of them being groped as the soldier leaned down and choked Anneliese on his cock.
She was startled at the aggression of the escalation, but while she raised her arms in mute protest, she did nothing to stop the soldier from holding her in place with a firm hand, tears beginning to fall as she held her lips to his skin. Unlike her lipstick, her mascara didn't prove so invulnerable.
Eventually, he released her, and gave her only a few seconds to recover before fully taking over. No more was she allowed to solemnly devote herself to sucking that beast’s cock. Instead she held her hands above his knees as he fucked her mouth and throat, offering her less than none of the respect worthy of a head of state. Her dizziness and disorientation was clearly apparent, but she never broke or protested or tried to fight or flee, and when he finally withdrew and stroked his last, she smiled serenely as he added the finishing touches to her disgrace.
She turned back towards the camera finally, breathing laboured as she showed her subjects the treatment she willingly endured for them, and wearing his seed across her face, glazing her lips, she panted the final words of the broadcast:
“Th-thank you, General Phillips…”
And the screen returned to static.