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Chapter 28 by RedMonika

What do you do at the top of the stairs?

Look around.

You are forced up the stairs and out the door into a side street next to the judicial tower. Though the fresh air and sunlight is nice, it is already warm for the early morning, signaling it is going to be a humid and hot summer day. Looking around you are glad there isn’t a mob to greet you, instead just four addition guards. The only townspeople in sight is a woman walking with her young teenage son. When he starts to check you out she hurries him along while giving you a disgusted look.

Before you head out the sergeant takes off his shirt and puts on the traditional black executioner hood. Though he has a gut, his chest is thick and hairy, and his arms are massive. Truly he looks like an ogre, but one that no doubt can wield a whip with great ferocity and for a long period of time.

Once ready the whipmaster motions his hand and one of the six guards puts a leashed collar on you and with a pull begins to lead you down the street. The whipmaster leads the parade, followed by two guards in front of you, with one of them holding your leash. Two guards flank you, one on your left, and the other on your right. The final two guards, the inbred looking ones, take up position behind you.

As you walk your mind begins to wonder. You can’t help to notice how big and firm your breasts feel. Aware of every sway and slight jiggle as you walk you can’t help but fixate how they seem to jut out more than usual, proudly on display. A desire to touch and fondle them starts to grow. You wish you could escape to some private place so you could pleasure yourself.

“Damn no.” You whisper to yourself as you realize the philterotos potion is clearly beginning to affect you. Your mind races as you try to drive out the erotic urges that are taking over your senses. Vainly you focus on mundane things, such as the architecture of the building, or the placement of the cobblestones in the road, as you try to ignore the swelling of your clitoris.

Your body and mind wage war against this sinister potion as you approach the intersection to the main street leading to the town square.

What do you do?

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