More embarassment

Sadarth could only last another half-hour. If she weren't chained up, she might have lasted longer, but she could only squirm so much as it was. She couldn't even cross her legs to try to hold it in.

Sadarth gasped as she felt a trickle flow down her thigh. Soon, it was a torrent. She heard howling laughter from her soldiers following her, but her eyes were sealed shut. She could not deal with this level of humiliation.

"The witch is pissin' herself!"

"Didn't realize elves never outgrew soilin' their armor!"

"Fool, she's got no armor!"

Sadarth's breathing quickened. She was an animal, a fool, a slattern and a child to these people. It was humiliating. Sadarth might have been on the verge of tears, if she remembered how to cry.

A warhorn interrupted her misery. Asidia issued a few brusque commands and her cart broke off from the rest of the column, climbing up a nearby hill.