Preparations

…one hour later.

The Captain and his men set everything up quickly, but for the sorceress the minutes dragged on forever. Finally she was told to come out onto the stage.

On the main square, in front of the city hall, a small platform has been erected. A minor crowd had gathered already, and the people were pouring in quickly. While following the Captain onto the platform Aeriella noticed the Mayor sitting in his VIP spot; everyone else was standing. The crowd seemed rather excited, apparently these whippings were considered prime entertainment in this place. Percevale walked to the edge of the platform and addressed the crowd in a clear, loud voice.

“Dear citizens of Kammelteau! You are about to witness the whipping of Lady Aeriella.”

Only after hearing her name did the elf truly realise that it was all happening for real. The ridiculous law, the scandalous punishment; it was not an absurd, practical joke, but reality. She only half registered the Captain’s words, but it was nothing more than a customary, ornamented formulae. Only when he issued the words “Strip, Lady Aeriella,” she woke up from her daze. At this point it was too late to try and escape, so she had to comply. The elf slowly took her catsuit off. She tried not to wince when the crowd, still growing in numbers, began to cheer; she folded her clothes neatly and put them aside.

“Lay down on your back over here,” Percevale instructed, his voice was neutral, purely informative. Aeriella was grateful for the small favour; at least he was not trying to add insult to injury with words, which would have been awfully easy.

When she laid her naked body on the wooden platform, the Captain began to lock cuffs onto her feet; fortunately these were not instruments of ****. Unlike the belt, they were not enchanted, but apparently had been designed with the comfort of the prisoner in mind; it was a truly peculiar punishment. The cuffs were thick and made of leather, on the inside they were padded with felt to protect the skin from abrasions. Once Aeriella’s ankles were secured Percevale attached a chain to each cuff. With the assistance of his guard they began to work a capstan, turning the reel and pulling the chains upwards. The goal was to lift the elf above the platform, upside down, and then pull her legs apart, so they would be spread into a wide V. Her head was hanging merely a few centimetres above the floor. The Captain then tied her arms behind her back; not to prevent her from escaping, but to make sure that they would not get in the way. Unfortunately for her, Aeriella was facing the crowd. Hanging upside down turned out to be a blessing in disguise because, oddly enough, one cannot properly maintain eye contact in this position. The bondage device was not an impromptu construction; it had clearly been designed and manufactured by someone who had a clear vision in his mind. Right now the sorceress learnt that it allowed to rotate her, so that she would now be facing away from the crowd, so they could admire her backside.

Once the sorceress was secured in the desired position, the guard gave Percevale a large bottle with oil, which he then began to diligently distribute onto the elf’s voluptuous body. He started at her left calf and methodically worked his way down her long, shapely leg. In other circumstances this might have even been pleasant, right now it was just an introduction to disgrace. The Captain rubbed the lotion into her skin expertly, but spent more time than it was necessary just caressing her firm thighs. Sure, there was a lot of skin to cover there, but if mere oiling was the goal, he could have done it in less than half the time. It was clear that he was enjoying his work, but there seemed to be more to it than just his own lust.

The same thing happened when Percevale reached Aeriella’s buttocks. They were full, round and firm, and he seemed to be focused more on enjoying them, than actually rubbing the oil into the skin; though ultimately the latter was also achieved. The efficiency in which he oiled up her back and belly confirmed the elf’s suspicions that regular sexual harassment was a part of the punishment; though at this point nothing would surprise her anymore.

During the whole process the crowd was enthusiastic and reasonably agitated, but also oddly calm and civil. There were some lewd comments and whistling, but they behaved more like an audience at a festival, than people witnessing an actual punishment. When the Captain and his oil reached Aeriella’s breasts, cheers erupted from the crowd. She was once again rotated to face the public, so they could see everything he was doing. The elf had, unlike other representatives of her species, truly huge breasts. Partially because of various magical and divine experiences she had had. Despite their size they remained perfectly firm and even in her current position seemed to defy gravity. Percevale did not merely oil or even grope them; he worshiped Aeriella’s tits with his strong, oiled palms; the crowd did the same with their eyes and showed similar enthusiasm. Still they did not show any ill will towards the ‘offender’; quite the opposite, they seemed rather sympathetic. Only one spot on the sorceress’ body remained not oiled, apart from her face. The Captain poured the oil onto her vagina, then began to rub it into her lower (temporarily upper) lips. She issued an involuntary moan, which might have been heard by the front row, but was drowned by another enthusiastic cheer. Percevale spent a significant time rubbing the elf’s pussy lips; his diligence suggested that he intended to achieve more than just to oil them. Ultimately the elf’s entire tanned skin was oiled and glistened in the bright summer sunlight.