Naomi washes the trucks

“I know what,” Stacy said. Naomi couldn’t help but look down the sergeant’s top, since the top few buttons were undone. Her cleavage was impressive. “The off-road trucks need to be cleaned. Hold up your hands ****, by your sides.”

Naomi looked blankly at Stacy for a moment.

“Lift your fucking hands, so I can put the yoke on you.”

Naomi raised her hands to the sides slowly, and Stacy grabbed the metal yoke from the table. Her neck and arms were placed in the holes, and Stacy moved Naomi’s curly hair back so it wouldn’t get caught before closing the yoke and tightening it.

“Let’s go then,” Sergeant Stacy said as she attached a steel rod to the front of the yoke, then turned and pulled Naomi after her, her hands held up to her sides as Stacy’s ridiculous high heels clicked on the stone floor. This felt so humiliating, like some medieval ****.

They went out into the courtyard, Naomi was glad for the boots as she walked on the warm stone, although they rubbed against her feet. As they stood around for a few minutes outside, Naomi wondered why she had to wear the yoke. People looked her body up and down, and there was no way for her to cover up. Then she realised why she was wearing the yoke.

A couple of buckets of foamy water were carried out by other slaves. A couple of hooks were attached to Naomi’s yoke, and the buckets were attached to them. They were so heavy, Naomi could barely stand straight, but soon Stacy was pulling the steel rod again, and Naomi had **** but to follow.

“Don’t spill any of that water one-o-three,” Stacy said. “Or you’ll be punished in here.”

Naomi gulped, trying her best to walk straight as Stacy dragged her along.

The girls were still in the pillories, one was moaning loudly as a Hitachi wand was held close to her pussy by a female sergeant in a tank top. Another had a furry butt plug sticking out of her, it looked like a tail.

The whipping had finished over at the posts, but the girls still stood, shackled to them.

Naomi was marched through the courtyard as some of the ‘soldiers’ gawped at her naked body. Her nipples got hard as people looked at them, maybe it was the embarrassment of being naked in front of so many people. They left the courtyard, and walked along a road around the side of the castle as the chain gang marched past them.

They arrived at a car park around the back. There were a couple of huge trucks here, and several four by fours. Over the far side was a red Ferrari; that must have belonged to the general.

“You can start with one of the trucks,” Stacy said. She removed the yoke, placing the buckets on the ground first, then handcuffed Naomi’s hands in front, and chained her ankles. As if the job wasn’t hard enough already.

She looked over at the truck she had to clean. The huge tyres were covered in mud that had splashed all over the bodywork and windows. The truck was green, but it looked more like it was brown due to the mud. The flatbed on the back was empty.

Naomi grabbed the sponge and dunked it in the water, she looked up at the steps; she could only just manage to climb them with her ankles chained. There was no way she could take the bucket with her. She’d have to keep dunking it every time she climbed.

She climbed up and began washing the side window and the panel above and behind. It was a tiresome task climbing up and down over and over, but she felt like that side was clean. She did the same on the other side, then the front window, which she couldn’t reach the top of. As she washed more and more mud off, her hands were filthy, and the mud had splashed all over her body.

She shuffled around and did the insides of the wheels, crouching as she did and seeing eyes on her dirty, naked body as she did. She didn’t get much of a look at the general as he walked across the car park to his Ferrari and drove off.

“You’ve done a pathetic job,” Stacy said when she returned. She had a pressure washer in both hands. “I’ve a mind to make miss dinner and keep cleaning it. But this will be more fun. On your feet ****.”

Naomi stood, walking towards Sergeant Stacy.

“Stay there,” Stacy said.

She pulled the trigger of the pressure washer and the cold water sprayed out, cleaning the mud from the tyres and the sides of the truck. Stacy smirked then, and the pressure washer splashed all over her naked both. The freezing water hit her thigh and Naomi screamed out, scrunching herself up as tight as she could.

The water turned off.

“Hey,” Stacy said. “Put your hands above your head, and spread your legs.”

Naomi winced, then placed her handcuffed hands above her, and widened her legs as far as they would go with the ankle cuffs on.

“Good, now don’t move. You’re filthy, you need a good shower.”

Naomi cringed in anticipation as the water started again, hitting her face with a powerful blast. Then Stacy turned her attention to Naomi’s chest. She managed to hold her hands up as it felt like her nipples were being sprayed off. She screamed in pain, a long howl as the water hit her waist next. Then her exposed pussy get the next blast. A long sharp, icy cold spray that made Naomi scream out.

Stacy stared at her the whole time, smirking and the sun made her green eyes glow.

Naomi shivered and shook as the water continued to blast her. Her pussy was so sore now, and she took sharp breaths between screams. Eventually Stacy either got bored, or took pity on her and the water stopped finally.

Naomi’s arms lowered, and the cold water dripped from her pink body as she cried and shivered.

“Now bring those buckets back in,” Stacy said. Naomi must not have moved quick enough, as she got another blast of water in her face and she hurriedly picked up the buckets.