On the road

The woman with the devil eyes is to your right. She blows a sharp whistle with her fingers, and then you hear footsteps.

Two masked men dressed as soldiers march into the courtyard, and one, who has a sheathed sword, mounts the front of the cart, to drive the two black stallions at the front, and the second mounts the podium alongside you four women. This one is armed with a spear.

"Gentlemen, we count on your discretion as always. Thank you for your service." The devil-woman declares.

The men nod silently in response.

"Onwards!" She demands, and the man at the front grabs the reins, and the horses commence their trot out of the courtyard, and into the world beyond.

As your very exposing prison trundles onwards, you grow increasingly anxious.

"Where are we going?" You ask your mother.

"To town, of course!" She giggles. "But with these covering our faces, nobody can be sure who we are."

You consider asking just how many huge-breasted blonde noblewomen there are in this region, but decide against it. At the very least, it's clear that your mother is not concerned about being identified.

And so, you are driven towards the nearby town square, dressed as you are, chained to a mast, unable to hide your skin from the ogling eyes of the townsfolk.

As you head into the populated streets, the bumps of the cobblestone road making all your scantily-clad breasts jiggle wildly, a cry begins to go up.

"They're coming!"

"The sluts are back!"

"It's the whores of Westport!"

The shouts quickly grow in number and volume, and by the time you've reached the town square, a veritable crowd has formed around you. You feel like you're going to die of shame. Despite there being three other women up there with you, there might as well not be. You feel like you're up there on display all on your own, as countless faces look up at you with shock and disgust and curiosity and lust.{if@ images > 1}{if@ images != 3}

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-3% Self Respect

"This is where the fun begins." Your mother mutters gaily.

"Show us your tits!" Some cruder men have joined the ranks of onlookers, and you are starting to get very inappropriate and lewd things yelled at you. Well actually, considering the way you're dressed, perhaps it's fully appropriate.

"Let's see those cans!" Another male voice rings out.

"Noblewoman knockers!" A third can be heard.

"Show us your cocks first!" A shout goes out.

...Huh. That was from the woman on the other side of the mast from you. That's not how a proper lady should speak, surely. Especially not to commonfolk...

And then, that woman shrieks. At first you assume it was a shriek of terror, but then you realize that it was actually a shriek of glee.

"Coooock! COOOOCK." She bellows, with a louder, deeper voice than you would have expected to come from a noblewoman.

Now the other two women - the devil eyes woman and your mother - are squealing with joy too, and making weird shameless cooing sounds, too.

You look around, frowning first with confusion, and then with shock, as you see several of the male commoners are pulling out their penises and masturbating whilst looking up at you on the raised platform.

"Get your tits out already!" One of the men to your left shouts, as he strokes it while looking at you and your mother in your tiny bikinis.