More Punishment for Samia

In the cell, Samia felt the walls closing in on her. The loneliness and isolation were overwhelming, but she refused to give up. She had survived worse, and she would survive this.

She had been a fool to trust Lexo and Reynaldo blindly. They had used her, yes, but she had allowed it to happen. She had been so **** to be a part of the Shadow Blades that she had been willing to do anything they asked, no matter what.

What an idiot. She should've known better after the strip show and the glory holes.

Now Lord Barrington was about to have her tortured worse than ever. She’d heard about his reputation.

She was brought out onto the platform for all to see again, wolf whistles, jeers and insults hurled at her from all around. Everyone gathered around to get a good look at her next punishment.

There was a single post in the centre this time, about three feet high with rings either side just below the top. A smaller ring pointed up from the top, with a small length of chain dangling from it.

“Hold up your hair,” the leader of the guards ordered. He held a strip of leather in her hand. Samia stared at it for a moment, realising it was a dog collar with a ring at the front.

She gathered up her thick, sticky brown hair, holding it up with her hands on the back of her head. The pose lifted her breasts for all the gathered crowd. There were more wolf whistles as the leather collar was fastened around her neck, and she was shoved towards the post.

She lowered her hands to her sides, letting her hair fall.

“Give me your wrists.”

Samia held them out in front of her. Leather cuffs were attached to both her wrists, then her ankles.

“Now bend over.”

She bent over in front of the post, and the ring in her collar was attached to the chain at the top, her wrists were attached to the rings on either side. She could barely move her neck or arms. She could lift her head a little, but that was all.

Worse though, she was bent over, giving everyone who had gathered behind her a perfect view of her ass.

“Now step back, and spread your legs.”

Samia gulped, then did as she was told.

"Wider!"

She spread them as wide as possible, feeling the cold air in her ass crack and pussy. She felt like such a slut.

She hadn’t noticed them at first, but there were rings in the platform near where her feet now were. Her ankle cuffs were attached to them; now there was no way she could close her legs. There were cheers and wolf whistles from those behind her getting a good look at her pussy and her spread ass cheeks.

She looked straight ahead, feeling like she could die from embarrassment as the drizzle clung to her exposed back. Her hair was damp.

The townsfolk and the guards came closer, taking it in turns to fuck her face, ass and pussy.

Her face was covered in her own drool and the first man’s pre cum. It stuck to her eyelashes and hair. She groaned and grunted as a big dick filled her pussy. It seemed they didn't care about the cover of darkness now.

Then she was left like that for a while, until finally, Lord Barrington arrived. Her heart pounded with every thud of his boots.

She assumed it was he who whipped her ass and thighs. He didn’t come around the front of her to see him yet.

“You thought you could steal from me, whore?” he said.

He whipped her pussy, and Samia cried out in pain.

Then he whipped her back.

After a while, he came around the front. They shared a glance for a moment, before Samia looked down at his shiny boots.

He circled her again quickly, hurried footsteps. She expected more punishment, but nothing happened.

There was hushed talking, and after a minute, she was released. A coat was wrapped around her, and she was taken back to her cell.

Later that day, a guard opened her cell door.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to deserve it,” he said. “But you’re being released.”

He handed her some clothes, and she quickly dressed.

“I would avoid Vernia for a while,” he said. “If I were you.”

Samia couldn't believe her luck. She had learned her lesson well.

With nothing but the clothes on her back and a newfound determination, Samia left the city and made her way to track down those bastards.

She left Vernia right after cleaning her face and body, washing away the stains of multiple men. Her next stop was the next town of Sestola. Hopefully nobody would recognise her. She asked around, wondering if the Shadow Blades had visited. It seemed they had, but they’d already moved on.

She had no money for a room at the inn, so she decided to try and shack up with someone.