A stable in the heart of a bustling city, a man and a woman

You know you're in a city somewhere from the sounds you're able to hear around your wagon, but your lust-drunk mind can't focus on what city it might be. You'd been in the carriage for... some amount of time. Not a lot, but more than a little. It's a struggle to keep track of the possibilities, doubled over on the floor as you are, aching for want of a good fuck.

Fortunately, you realize, it doesn't matter. You don't need to worry about where you are. That's unimportant. It's one of the beautiful facets of being a ****. You don't have to do anything but what you're told. So when the carriage finally stops and Lady Dun steps over you to exit, you shiver with anticipation rather than dread.

You hear some voices right behind you. Immediately behind you, standing there chatting about you in full view of your exposed pussy, currently drooling whorishly onto the carriage floor.

You recognize Lady Dun's voice as a hand rests casually on your bare ass. "As you can see, Good Sir, this one is a total slut. And she came to me willingly; gave herself up just like that. She'll be no trouble, I assure you. Just keep her in a firm hand and she'll be a proper little whore for you. And if that wasn't enough to pique your interest, this tight little slut is a fully trained, oathsworn Royal Knight. Enchanted and everything. She's plenty strong and capable, just as long as she's not so horny she can't think straight. This one will zone out on you if she's not maintained properly."

A woman laughs. You can't believe how humiliated you feel, but your body responds to the shame with more lust, pussy clenching desperately around nothing as you squirm helplessly in your chains. You've never been so desperately aroused in your life.

"Let's get a good look at her, then." A man's voice this time.

Someone grabs you around the waist and hauls you out of the carriage, setting you down on your feet. The chains that kept you on your knees expand magically as you stand, seemingly knowing that you are allowed to stand up now. Your arms remain tightly bound behind behind your back; those chains didn't give up a single link. Some part of your mind is amazed at the magical complexity of the chains. A wonder of magical engineering.

You stand in a somewhat quiet, courtyard. A tall privacy fence hides you from the noisy street on the other side. A stable big enough to house ten horses looms before you. Across from it stands an even larger building that is likely an inn.

But your attention snaps back to the people in front of you, currently evaluating your naked form with interest.

"Oh, she's pretty!" the woman says brightly, running a finger down your cheek and over the thick straps of your gag. "Can we take this off of her? I'd like to see her properly." Lady Dun obliges, and the woman reaches behind your head to unbuckle your gag.

Meanwhile, the man beside her—you presume him to be her husband, the pair look like perfectly normal innkeepers—places a hand on your breast, squeezing and fondling firmly for a moment before slipping two fingers between your legs to assail your needy clit.

"Ohh~huhuhuh..." you shudder as the gag comes free of your mouth. His skilled fingers nearly send you over the edge of pleasure in moments; you can't believe how worked up you are, but he withdraws his hand before you can get off. You make a pouty face.

The woman nods, pleased. "Yes, a proper beauty. Isn't she a beauty, Dear?"

The man grunts in what seems to be approval. "Aye. And a Royal Knight, you say. That is special. I know you aren't the lyin' sort, Ma'am, so I'll take you at yer word."

Laurel Dun inclines her head graciously with an amused smile. "Many thanks, Master Dak."

Master Dak, as she called him, nodded in return. "We'll take the slut. Impeccable service as always, Ma'am."

"Oh, yay!" Mrs. Dak cheers, clapping her hands together. "I like this one, Dear, I really do. Not like that little bitch we bought from Sutton. What was her name? Oh, I hated that girl. Glad to be rid of her."

Lady Dun touches your metal collar in four places, and all the metal bands pops open at once as the whole thing pulls itself into a small bundle in her hands.

The lack of chains leaves you feeling suddenly very naked, as though you weren't already.

At your surprised expression, Lady Dun laughs. "Oh, you thought—heavens, no! These chains are worth at least five of you. I'm keeping them." She nods in the direction of the couple, reaching up to gently pat your cheek. "You be a good girl for Master Dak, now. I'll be personally insulted if you go making a liar out of me."

Turning to the man, she nods her head once more, "Always a pleasure to see you both."

She moved away, back towards her carriage, and Master Dak gestured towards the stable. "Alright, girlie, let's get you lookin' proper. Come with me."

The wife busies herself with opening the gate so Lady Dun's carriage can exit the courtyard, if you stay where you are you're going to be in full view of anyone happening by on the street and from the sounds of it, it's a busy one. The alternative seems to be following your new owner into a stable.

You hurry after him without a second thought. Gods, you hope he fucks you soon.