A tidy little camp of tents, a band of foreign mercenaries

The door opens, casting a beam of warm light over your backside. You have no idea where you are or who might be outside the carriage, but you are on full display, bent over in your chains. Already imagining any number of possible audiences to your predicament, your train of thought is interrupted as Lady Dun steps past you to exit the carriage like you're not even there, drooling whoreishly from your pussy.

Voices. Male voices, you realize with a thrill. The men who are going to take possession of you, who are more than likely going to fuck you like a piece of meat. Maybe they'll hurt you; maybe you'll even like it. You don't even care anymore, as long as something happens to you and soon.

As the voices draw closer, you realize you don't understand the words. The voices are accented. There are two men and a woman, clearly Lady Dun. As far as you can tell, the tone is calm and business-like, without tension. Then one of the men laughs and you are suddenly hauled backwards out of the carriage. Your chains stretch as you reflexively move to catch yourself, adding links to allow you to stand to your full height, but your arms remain tightly bound behind you.

A muscular man with tanned skin walks around you, looking over your naked body, glistening in places from the waist down due to your intense arousal. He says something, gesturing in a tight circle with one raised finger. Reeling slightly from the suddenness of being so fully on display for strangers, you assume he wants you to turn around so he can look at all of you.

Cheeks burning, you turn in a slow circle and take the opportunity to see where exactly you are.

It's a camp of some kind. Small, for perhaps eight men. Their tents are pitched in two neat little rows. In the center, you see a small steel cage with a naked woman kneeling inside of it. Well, mostly inside. Her head sticks out a small hole in one side, and she's close enough you can see her mouth is wide open. She's wearing some kind of ring gag. She meets your eyes for a moment and then looks away.

The man speaks again, and Lady Dun nods, speaking again in the foreign language. Then she returns to the carriage and draws out your sword, engraved with the symbols of your order. There's no mistaking it as anything but the sword of a Royal Knight. Apparently it's part of the deal, because she hands it over.

The man shakes Lady Dun's hand, and then gestures emphatically to you with a word. The dark-eyed woman who sold you turns finally to you. "Well, that's that. You belong to them, now. I told them you wouldn't be any trouble. So don't make a liar out of me." She 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 men, reaching up to gently pat your cheek. "Besides, they have their own methods. I'm sure you won't be disappointed. Goodbye, now." She pulls away and takes one step back as you turn to look where she indicated.

The tall man who looked you over was holding a wooden device you recognize instantly as a pillory. Two boards, with gaps for your head and wrists, designed to come apart and lock together to render the wearer helpless. This one is on the small side, and is just the restraint-boards and no stand, probably to make it more portable.

He opens it and speaks to you in that strange, accented nonsense, but you know exactly what he wants. "Put yourself in this." He and his men are all relaxed; is this such a normal thing for them?

You clench your thighs together, burning with lust and need. Lady Dun is already climbing into her carriage, leaving you behind. No one knows where you are, and these men are likely going to take you across a border into their homeland. That pillory will render you totally and completely helpless, are you really going to meekly step into it to be taken like livestock?