On your breast

You nod and with your voice shaking respond, "Fine, okay, on my breast."

"Allright sweetie, ya might want a little something for the pain though," he says as he goes through his back he left by the fire and pulls out a bottle, "Here have some of this homemade brew."

You drink from the bottle as he puts it in your mouth and feel the **** sting your throat. You drink for five more seconds until you start spitting it out. "Allrighty, imma keep this for later," he says.

He goes to the fire and he plays around with the brand as if it's a cane. It's about two feet long, made of iron, and at its end is a simple letter, "W." You start breathing heavily as Doneti walks over to you. "Okay, try not to squirm around too much," you brace yourself as he lifts it above your chest and you feel the heat radiating already onto your skin.

Then he presses it down slightly above your right breast. You scream out into the wind as you feel your flesh burn beneath the hot iron. You squirm and writhe underneath it and finally Doneti lifts it off you. He gets the bottle of **** he left by you and pours it onto your breast and you scream once more.

"Allright, justice has been served unto ya whore," he says as he lifts you up and undoes the bonds holding your wrists together. You just lay back down on the ground.

"Do not come back to Bonatel. I'll be heading out now, also, I'm going to leave the clothes that show off yar breast behind for ya to wear," he said as he grabbed the rest of your equipment and food with him.

"What a shame Maddy, ya were such a nice girl and now ya're marked as a whore for all to see. I hope ya have a good career on your back," he said as he walked up the hill and off into the distance.

You just sit on the ground and look at the sky. Perhaps hoping that when you look down you will not see a W burned onto your skin. However, as you look down you see it there, red and clear from being recently burned on. There's nothing to it. You have to get up, you tell yourself as you lift yourself off the ground. You clean yourself up with your destroyed dress and grab one of the ones that Doneti left behind. It is still a peasant dress but it is very low cut and form fitting. Of course it sits so tight and low onto your cleavage your brand is there for all to see.

You remember how in the village the young men described going into the big city or town with their fathers after the harvest to sell their crop at the market. They also described women who wore revealing clothes and calling out to them to spend the night for a price. Some were beautiful, others were average, and the worst were scarred and used they said. Regardless, any of them would do whatever depraviy they wanted for a little coin.

You try to hold back your tears. You are now one of those women. "I am a whore," you sob aloud. To look even more the part you rip off a bit of the lower part of your dress to reveal more of your legs. You realize that your hungry and you're going to need more money then one silver to get you by so, you continue on your journey on the road.

Finally, after four hours of walking you arrive just around sunset at the town of Ronet. The first thing you noticed was the stone walls that surrounded the town and you decided it was best to just walk up to the gate. There are now a few travelers by the gatehouse rushing to get into the town before sundown, and they all start to stare at you and at your breast. You see a man in fine clothes standing by the wall, he particularly keeps staring at you. As you go to the guard ushering people into the town, a man grabs your ass and you jump. "I should probably get used to this soon," you think to yourself.

The guardsmen at the gate is around 40 years old, but he isn't necessarily fat just a bit out of shape. He sports a grey-black mustache and a bald head. You notice that after he asks the name and occupation of a traveler, he allows them inside. He eyes you up and down and his eyes stop on your mark and says, "Ah, another peasant whore trying to make her living, I'm sorry girlie, Ronet has enough of you here." He starts to wave you away.