A quick inspection

The sexual marathon left you deeply satisfied, but also sore and tired. The men had certainly not been shy about taking their pleasure from your body. You count yourself lucky that you were so desperately aroused already; it really helped you enjoy the experience which, in hindsight, should have been traumatic. It wasn't, you realize with a strange sort of shameful pride. You were the helpless captive of strange men from who-knows-where, with nothing but the absolute certainty of inescapable slavery to look forward to. You were sort of ****, albeit happily.

But you've known for a long time that you're different than most girls. In fact, the only thing about your situation that left you feeling any sort of disappointment or distress was that you weren't taken by **** from the start. Defeated by an enemy combatant, commanded at sword-point to surrender everything, enslaved and made to pay for the blood you'd spilled. Your training with the Order had been an ordeal because every time an instructor or sparring partner bested you, distracting fantasies of submission and domination would plague you for the rest of the day until you could find a quiet, secluded place to relieve your need. Of necessity, you'd learned to lose less and less often but that only left you frustrated.

Oh well. Somehow, your fantasies had found a way to come to you just the same.

Some time passes and your thrilling new life turns to nothing but waiting. Still helplessly secured to the pillory, head still uncomfortably dangling over the edge of the bench. You can't even see the men from your angle, just the shrubby terrain surrounding the camp. It's boring, but at least you know the men can see you, still fully nude, and that helps a little.

But your mind is calm. Being fucked silly by an unknown number of men dulled the need to daydream, apparently.

Eventually, however, someone does approach you, opening the pillory to free you entirely from your restraints so you can stand. As thrilling as it was to be captive, the bench had been uncomfortable after a while, so you're more than happy to sit up. You are lifted roughly to your feet and pushed forward, so you start walking. There's no wall around the camp, and you are completely unrestrained. It occurs to you that if you had any plans to escape, now would be a decent time to try something.

Not that you want to, but you're worried that your captors might be on edge. Why had they removed your restraints, anyway? Lady Dun had told them you would cooperate, so maybe that was it? Maybe it was a test. In any event, you make sure to walk calmly, without sudden movements that might make the men think you are planning anything.

You are guided towards the middle of the camp, noticing that the woman you saw in the cage earlier had been brought out and dressed in some interesting leather restraints. Both arms were pulled tightly behind her back into a single sleeve, with straps across her otherwise naked chest and shoulders. Most of her face was hidden from view behind a blindfold and large rectangle patch of leather. You're positive she's also gagged. A short rope joining her ankles would allow for short, shuffling steps at best. A snug, knotted cord had been tied around her waist and drawn tightly between her legs. You can only imagine how it'd feel to shuffle around with that pressing against your sex.

The man stops you near a small table with another set of the leathers. He laughs when you eye them with excitement and bite your lip. His unfamiliar words sound amused or mocking. He gestures for you to lift your arms. You obey, and he begins a thorough examination of your body. His callused hands pulling or pushing on you to turn this way or that as he looks over every inch of your naked body. He squeezes your arms, legs, and breasts, tugs on your hair, and even checks your teeth and tongue.

At one point he holds your face to peer deeply into your eyes. You can't help but stare back into his. Strangely, the intimate moment makes you self-conscious and leaves you feeling more naked and **** than you felt even while bound and fucked. It's likely a standard medical check, you'd had similar at the Order, but this time you are more like livestock than anything.

After some more prodding, the exam is over. The man seems satisfied. Your eyes are drawn back to the table full of leather restraints, giving you a small thrill of anticipation at the sight. Are you going to be dressed to match? She looks so sexy and helpless; you can't wait to join her in her bonds.