Make Tinytits play with herself.

Tinytits sits up on a table, arms back, legs spread so everyone can get a close look at her most secret, shameful place. She's not protesting any more, just doing what you want when you want it. You get the sense that she might not object so much to being your **** any more.

Her left hand toys with the small, plum-dark nipples of her tiny breasts while her right hand plays across her shaved pussy, teasing herself, slipping inside her and tracing tiny circles around her clit. Of course, just because she's aroused doesn't mean she's not still intensely embarrassed about having to put on a public masturbation show for all the worst tavern scum in town. Her face is glowing bright red and she can't meet anyone's eyes, but her breathing gets faster and faster as her fingers begin to move more quickly and she brings herself closer and closer to an intense, overwhelming, shuddering public orgasm.

Which you steal from her, of course. The second before she's about to cum, you make your move. At speed, you pick her up, carry her across to Gudrun and bind her back to back with the barbarian with several long coils of rope. Her arms are fixed to her sides, her ankles are bound together, her back and buttocks are pressed against Gudrun's. She's helpless and immobile, standing upright in the centre of the tavern with every feature of her body on display. As a final touch you steal a nearby barmaid's panties and strap them into her mouth, then write Tinytits across her tits with paint.

You restart time. She writhes and gag-squeals, wiggling her hips, just as frustrated and exposed as Gudrun. She can't pull away from Gudrun and Gudrun still can't pull away from the roof-beam. The two girls are stuck there until somebody takes mercy on them and lets them go.

"None of my slaves are allowed to cum without their master's express permission," you tell them. "And I'm not giving you permission, because it's funnier to watch you beg for it. I'm going to leave you there for the rest of the day, on display, like the two naked wet little losers than you are."

"MMF!"

"MMMMMMFFFFF!"

"Bye!"

As you leave the tavern you spot what looks like half a dozen second-year academy girls heading in, probably looking for some fun out on the town. They're going to find it.