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Hard labour

Artaria woke up to to find herself in the mines. She recognised them as the mines her father had sent many criminals into to be used as **** labour.

CRACK!

Artaria felt the whip crack against her back.

"Get to work." said a guard.

Artaria's naked body was chained to a mine cart.

CRACK!

Another whiplash got Artaria moving. The sharp rocks hurt her bare feet but if she stopped, she'd get another lash. After a day, she was fed only just enough to keep her alive allowed to sleep on the cold hard ground.

CRACK!

The next day, Artaria was woken up by the crack of a whip against her back and was put to work hacking out coals with a heavy pickaxe. At one point, she tried to take a break when her overseer wasn't looking.

Unfortunately, he saw her and punished her for it.

CRACK!

Artaria eventually passed out.

"Vortisax's orders are to have taken to the pillory if she falls behind her quota." said one of the guards.

Artaria woke up to find herself, still naked, chained to a pillory. Her ankles were chained to the posts and here wrists were chained to beams overhead. This version of the pillory was designed to **** the person to stand with his or her arms and legs spread, leaving their body completely exposed to passersby. This meant that Artaria was unable to cover her nudity. People showed up to see their princess humiliated.