Piggy Parade

The manner by which you arrive in town is somehow even more humiliating than last time.

At least last time, you'd been safe, up on a podium.

At least last time, you had a veil obscuring your face.

At least last time, you were standing and being transported along, rather than being forced to crawl on all fours, while guided by a collar and leash.

At least last time, you didn't have a hook holding your nostrils open, a butt plug in your ass with a pig's tail spiralling out of it, and nothing but the ripped remnants of your clothes, which hide less than nothing.{if@ images > 1}{if@ images != 3}

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A crowd quickly builds to witness your shame: Four soldiers dragging you along behind them, a woman very clearly of noble birth, being treated as less than dirt in front of the whole town.

-5% Self Respect

By the time you reach the town square, almost the entire town is there to witness what happens next.

"Hear ye, hear ye!" One of the men escorting you shouts out. "By order of Lord Alfonso, as of today, this woman is no longer his daughter. She has been stripped of her titles and high birth. She is no longer a Lady. She is no longer to be referred to as a Lady. And she is no longer to be respected as a Lady."

No way! I am not going to become the world's lowliest peasant in some backwards-ass medieval world! Fuck this!

-100% Dimension Satisfaction

Author's note: This is currently written off as a dead end, but will eventually have its own story arc!