"Humiliate the harlot!"

“Humiliate the harlot! Bah!”

An extremely squishy tomato slaps into Meg’s face. She still wears only her scold’s bridle and chastity belt. She’s been placed in a pillory on Colonial Green in downtown Waxford, before a cheering crowd of tourists who’ve come out to celebrate one of the town’s regular Heritage Picnics. They’re having a lot of fun buying overripe fruit at a dollar per twenty. Of course, mud is free.

“Bombard the heretic! Er, is she supposed to be a heretic?”

“Sounds about right. Get her!” More tomatoes fly. Meg squirms as they land in her hair and tits, and jumps as Lily’s flogger makes contact with her ass. The redhead is standing behind her, whipping her backside for the entertainment of the crowd.

“Wait, maybe she’s supposed to be a scold?”

“Who cares? Hand me some more mud!”