The long ride

After a few hours of enduring the jeers of so many stationary soldiers, the host began to move. Sadarth was chained up so she was facing backwards, so she could not see where they were going or even what animals were pulling her. Draft horses, she suspected. They started moving with a jolt, and continued to jolt over the whole course of the trip, especially when the wheels encountered even the smallest obstacle.

Countess Asidia was riding with them. She was wearing a new breastplate, which was also quite accurately named. It followed the contours of her actual breasts perfectly and concluded in a pair of perfect nipples. Asidia was pretending to ignore Sadarth, but Sadarth knew better. If Asidia was really determined to ignore Sadarth, she would be riding anywhere else in the column.

Different companies of soldiers took turns "guarding" Asidia. Apparently, it had been decided that seeing the enemy leader naked was good for morale. Sadarth did not speak, only giving cold glares to those who were being especially annoying. She had grown used to the typical insults about her lithe figure, but anyone who would try and expose herself to her earned a glare. She did not need any magic for that, and how effective it was. Sadarth was careful not to **** that power, though, lest they stop being scared of it.

Shortly after midday, at which point Sadarth had seen fifteen pairs of breasts, the backsides of seven women and two men and the manhood of one other, she felt a pressure build in her bladder. She hadn't made water in a very long time. She tried to ignore it, but after two more pairs of breasts, she had to do something.

"Guards. I must make water." They would unchain her then, and perhaps she would be able to set herself and her bladder.

Countess Asidia spoke to her for the first time. "You have no clothing to spoil. Nothing is stopping you, and no one could think any worse of you anyway, witch."

_What!? _Sadarth could not hold out for long.