Drag her out and give the crowd a show

"I'll be a gentleman and offer you once more nicely. Come out willingly and take your bath. Otherwise I'll be **** to take more serious measures."

"I shall not bath in the middle of the street like some common street rubbish! I don't care what you say I shan't make a fool of myself for your amusement." You smile as her comment gives you an idea. You were attracting a crowd and she seemed to hold her dignity quite dear to her. What noble didn't.

"Oh well that's where your wrong little puppy." You say as you begin wrapping the chain around your hand, keeping it tight so as not to let Camalia retreat back into the building. "You won't be made a fool for my amusement." You continue as most of the chain is wrapped around your hand. You grab at Camalias rag, exposing her taunt rear end to you, and causing the blond to let out a rather high pitch squeal in surprise.

"What are you-!" You don't allow her to finish as you forcibly pull her away from the door frame and turn her towards the crowd of people that had formed. A crowd of mostly men of all ages. Some looked no older than you. Camalia grabbed at your arm seeking freedom.

Struggling and thrashing about none would believe the nearly naked girl in your grasp was once a noble. She only thrashed about for a few moments before noticing the crowd of people staring at her. Her nude form unhidden as her hands were held on your arm trying to free her sole source of clothing. Which had been pulled up high past her slender hips, giving a full view of what once was hidden. Her whole body seemed to freeze as the whole situation hit her.

The great Camalia Duthrand was outside in front of a crowd of men showing off her body. Camalia let out another squeal before bringing her hands down to cover herself. One hand draped across her chest while the other found its way between her legs, shielding her neither regions from view. "You'll be bathing outside for everyone's amusement." You say aloud, making sure everyone heard you.

The fight in Camalia seemed to all but disappear as you walked her to one of the washing areas. It held a bucked with soap next to it and was under a water spout. Placing her in front of it you let the chain slip from your hand until it reaches the end. "Now wash up. And don't be afraid to show our guest the type of slaves we train."

As you finish you quickly yank at Camalias rag, tearing it off her body completely. She falls to her knee's, hunching herself over. You can hear that she has begun crying. Knowing that she would most likely stay there all day feeling sorry for herself if you would allow her you kneel down next to her take her chin in between your thumb and pointer finger. Guiding her face closer to yours the two of you are mere inches apart.

"You can either wash yourself or I will. And if I mess up my cloths you won't be getting any anytime soon." Your threat seemed to hit Camalia as her eyes widened a bit. You released her and stepped back allowing her room to wash herself. She was slow to raise her head but you knew a little patients went a long way.

Camalia looked towards the crowd who actually seemed to be trying to encourage the girl. Surprising you, Garmen and Camalia.

"Come on girl. You ain't got nothing to be ashamed of!" A rather muscular rural man yelled.

"You got this Blondie!" a blond boy your age yelled.

The somewhat kind words seemed to help Camalia as she soon stood up. Moving behind the water spout and bucket Camalia turned around. This effectively hid most of her naughty parts. The bucket shielding her rear from the crowd, though from your position you could easily see everything. Camalia quickly brought her hair back in front of her, giving her back her extra coverage for her chest.

Camalia once again brought her hands to her intimate areas before slowly turning around. Though once turned around she seemed quick in grabbing the bucket and holding it in front of her crotch, thinking it gave her extra cover. "Your going to need that for more than just covering yourself." You joke, trying not to laugh at the girls antics. She seemed even more uncomfortable, if that was possible.

"I....I need water. You gave me soap but...." she trailed off, feeling as if she was asking a foolish question. Which she was. You may have been raised a noble as well but your father made sure to endow you with all the basic knowledge the more spoiled nobles would have ignored.

Like where water comes from. This got a laugh from the crowd, as well as yourself and Garmen. More tears spilled from Camalias face as her entire face turned crimson. "You really were spoiled growing up weren't you?" You ask, genuinely curious.

"I was raised for cotillions and attending Galas not-"

"Entertaining a crowed as they watch you try and take a bath?" Camalias embarrassment seemed to fade away for a moment as anger flashed in her eyes. "I am Camalia Duthrand! Heiress to the illustrious Duthrand trading company and export business! I shouldn't be bathing with a bucket like you commoners!

My baths were exquisite and done for me by a multitude of servants happy to be at my beckoned call." Camalias rant seemed to entertain everyone more than intimidate them. Yourself included. Slowly you walk around Camalia and place a hand on the spout. "For starters, your company went belly up.

You are the heiress to nothing. Quit Literally nothing. You don't even have the right to a rag to cover yourself with. To me, the crowd, and the rest of the world you are a barking dog who I have decided to show mercy on." As you speak you lean closer and closer to Camalia, until your chest almost touches the arm she has covering her breasts.

The fire in her eyes dissipates as you speak. Soon enough the tears she once held back returned, threatening to stain her pretty face. "Those servants you looked down on are of a higher rank than you now. And so far they would be worth more because at least they would know how to get water from a spout." As you finish you lift the handle up and quickly push it down, causing water to shoot out of the nozzle.

The water splattered against the podium used to hold the bucket that was supposed to be there. Cold water sprayed across the nude girls lower back and rear end, surprising her. Camalia let out a surprised squeal, which once again you had to admit was rather cute. She also accidentally dropped the bucket she held against her lower half.

Out of reflex the blond reached down to grab the bucket, accidentally giving the crowd an unobstructed view of her rear end and, consequently, her vaginal region. To which the crowd roared their approval. Camalia froze for a moment as she realized what she had just done. "Oh my no!" Camalia quickly shot up,standing perfectly erect, and brought the bucket around her hips to cover her rear.

As if worried it would fall again Camalia held it with both hands. The motion gave you quite the show as her modest breasts bounced freely, her hair swaying in the early morning breeze. "I cannot believe this! I really cannot believe this!" Camalia repeats as she tries to cope with her situation.

"Dear Mother of light please let this be a dream." Feeling extra mischievous you reach out and pinch one of Camalias nipples in between your fingers. The blonds face is beyond surprised as she jumps back and out of your grip. Sitting on the podium and bringing the bucket up to her chest, shielding them from your view, she stammers out her question. "What was that for!?"

The question was somewhat surprising as you'd expected her to act huffy and say something more akin to 'How dare you touch my body plebeian!' You smile slyly as you answer. "Not a dream." The dirty look the blond gives you is beyond priceless. Your not sure how much your father had to pay for you to get the pick of the litter but any amount of money was worth it to you at that moment.

"Oh your hilarious!" Camalia said angrily. Though you got the sense she enjoyed being teased. If nothing else she seemed to be warming up to you. "Well we must keep the show entertaining for our dear guests.

Wouldn't want our very first show to receive a bad review now would we?" Camalias pupils seemed to shrink as she stammers out her words. "F-first!?" You nod your head. "Might not be a bad use for you.

Many of men would pay to see such a cute thing. What say you friends?" You ask the crowd who roar their approval. Camalia hugs her bucket closer to her chest, clearly nervous and fearful of your future intentions. Before she can retort you decide to get the girl back on track.

"But that is neither here nor there. For now we must train you from the ground up. In this case literally. Now if you would remove yourself from the podium and actually take your bath so we may get the shopping done. While this has been vastly entertaining we do have much to do."

Camalia didn't fight back as she knew shopping meant actual cloths. While she may have been nervous about what you would pick out for her it couldn't be any worse than being put on display in her birthday suit. Without a word Camalia slid off the podium. She yipped a bit as doing so accidentally caused her to scrap her booty a bit.

"Walk it off you okay girl." A very southern sounding man in a checkered shirt called out, trying to encourage Camalia. It must have worked because the blond toughed it out and timidly placed the bucket back onto the podium. She quickly covered her breasts with one of her arms as she did, not allowing any more of her to be seem than was necessary. Camalia walked to the lever that pumped the water and tried to use it only to find it too difficult with one hand.

"Ugh, it's not working!" Camalia call out to you, expecting your help. "Try using two hands." You say with amusement. Camalia jaw drops open as she takes offense to the very notion she stop trying to cover herself and leave herself exposed. Not to mention do actual work.

"Are you daft!? I can't I'll be-I'll be...."

"No more exposed than you are currently." Garmen chimes in, surprising both you and Camalia. "He's having fun with this." You think to yourself as your smile widens. Camalia looks exasperated as she tried to think of a way to retort.

"Come on! Ain't like we haven't seen everything already!" One of the audience member called out.

"Quicker you submit the quicker you get to leave." Another young man called out.

"GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!" The crowd began to chant, trying to encourage the young ****.

You had to admit it was nice seeing everyone try and encourage the former noble. You were planning on breaking her down a bit more before giving her any kind of encouragement but this could work to your advantage. Perhaps it would even help her accept her place as a **** later on. "Oh alright already!" Camalia yells out before removing her hand from her chest to grip the lever.

Cheers came from the crowd as she slowly made progress in pushing the lever. Camalia still had trouble pushing it down but she was clearly doing better than before. The nude girl began pushing her whole body against the lever, putting all her weight into it. Not that there was much to put in. The red in her cheeks soon spread across her face and torso as she struggled to push the lever even once.

"There ya go girl don't be afraid to put your ass into it!" The southern man called out, egging the blond on. Though Camalia misunderstood his words. Camalia actually stuck her rear out further into the air, thinking it would somehow help her push. While amusing it also made you realize how much work it was going to be training the girl who struggled to gather water.

To Camalias and the southern mans credit the lever soon gave way and the nozzle spat out a small amount of water. "I-I did it!" Camalia almost screamed. The crowd cheered in support at the blonds small accomplishment. Camalia seemed to forget her state of undress for a moment as she quickly ran to the bucket to look at the water she managed to gather in amazement.

With her hands resting on the edge of the podium Camalia gave her audience an unobstructed view of her bare breasts. Her hair falling to either side of them during her struggle with the lever. Feeling generous you walk up next to the blond and place your hand on her head, petting her. "Yes good work Camalia. You did well for your first time.

These levers can get stuck easy and most people can't actually prey them free. You should feel proud." Camalia looks up to you with wide eyes. Confidence returning to them along with a bit of admiration. Admiration directed towards you.

Minor guilt sours your stomach a bit as your compliment was actually a lie. True the levers can get stuck on some of the older water spouts but this one was brand new. You easily pushed the lever with one hand earlier and you could feel no such issues with it. Still the end result was the girl before you happy and feeling accomplished. With this her loyalty towards you would begin to blossom.

You also note how she seems less concerned with her dignity while feeling accomplished. This will be useful later. "Now you will need more water for your bath. Your not done yet." Camalias joy seemed to evaporate at your words.

Her body slumped downward on the podium in disappointment. "Come on now you got through the hard part. Once it gets going it'll be easy." Camalia looked back up at the bucket with some interest. Seems she still had some fire in her, and you were getting her to direct it the way you desired her to.

"Come now. Everyone is here to support you. We may poke fun but we know you can do it." You say before gesturing to the crowd. The men roar their approval, showing Camalia with compliments and supporting words.

At this point it wasn't even about the hot young blond in front of them. It seems they genuinely wanted the girl to succeed. Camalia quickly realized she was flashing her chest to the crown and brought her hands up across her chest once more. Though she seemed less embarrassed than before. A small smile graced her lips, though she tried to fight it off not wanting to smile in such a situation.

Quietly she walked back over to the lever and began struggling with it again. It took her a few minutes to get the pump going again, all the while switching stances to get the best leverage. At one point the blond was pushing her shoulder into the lever, not caring that she was giving the crowd a full view of her buttery smooth body in all it's glory. Once the pump started flowing however the water seemed to come out easy. As she pumped her breasts bounced for the crowds, and of course your, entertainment.

By the time the bucket was full Camalia was even dirtier than when she started. The dirt and grim of the stall being mixed with Camalias hot and sticky sweat. The girl was so into the rhythm she hadn't even noticed when the water began to overflow from the bucket. "Hey your good, your good it's full!" A few of the men yelled, trying to help the blond.

Camalia soon stopped, feeling a little embarrassed that she had gotten so into it. Though once she stopped Camalia felt the exhaustion hit her. "My word.....I....I can't.....so tired!" Camalia slowly walked over to the bucked and leaned on the podium for a moment, trying to catch her breath. "Don't give up yet. You are halfway there."

You try and encourage the blond who only gives you a confused and surprised look in response. "H-halfway!?" Camalia questions, concern clear in her voice. "One bucket to wash and once to rinse. I suggest you get started."

Camalia seemed to deflate a bit at this but began washing herself anyway. At first she tried to lift the bucket so she could keep herself turned away from the crowd as she washed. Unfortunately for her she lacked the upper body strength to do so. The only thing this accomplished was giving her audience another view of her bouncing boobs. Camalia decided instead to walk around the podium so her rear faced the crowd instead.

Pushing her long blond locks back her hair became a natural cover for her bum. Though this left you and Garmen a good view of the girls entire body as she cupped the water in her hand. Camalia recoiled at the waters touch however. "That's so cold! I don't suppose there is a way to warm it up?"

"Depends on how long you want your little show to go on for. Making a fire is much harder than retrieving water from a spout. Oh and it'd involve a lot of bending over. Not to mention you getting on all fours." You mock, knowing the fussy blond would want to end her naked show more than she'd want warm water.

"On...on second thought there is nothing like a cold bath to wake one up." Camalia half joked. She once again cupped the water in her hand, shivering slightly as she splashed herself in the face. Wiping the dirt and grim out of her face the water tricked down her slender neck and onto her soft breasts. Tacking a hands along the waters path Camalia began rubbing the cool liquid onto her body.

The dirt and sweat quickly began running down her curves. Her supple skin glistening in the warm sunlight. You had to admit that the girl was a beauty like none other. And she was all yours now. The others could look as much as they wanted but you were the one that could touch her.

Oh you wanted to touch her badly. It was a struggle to restrain yourself as the urge to walk over and have your way with the girl right now was almost overwhelming. It only got worse as the you watched Camalia massage the cold water into her slender thighs. While you enjoyed the sight of her swaying breasts as Camalia leaned over you were also a bit jealous of the men on the other side of her that must be getting a decent view of her rear. Even despite her hair blocking most of the view.

As she stood back up Camalias eyes met yours for a moment. One that seemed to last for hours. This disobedient girl looked more akin to the lost little puppy you mocked her for being. She quickly looked away, trying to find anything else to focus on besides you. Slowly she took hold of the bar of pink soap.

It was a rather large piece of soap. Camalia could barely hold it with one of her rather dainty hands. Lathering it up with the water in the bucket she created pink bubbly suds. She began lathering herself up with that as well, the bubbles and soap making her skin almost shine. You notice as she does this Camalia is struggling to look anywhere but in your direction.

Camalia is so distracted she accidentally squeezes the soap too hard, causing it to slip out of her hands and right in front of your feet. Her body goes ridged as she is **** to face you. She stands there silently, not even bothering to cover herself. Her arms crossed down her stomach nervously. Her eyes showing the conflict going on in her mind.

Should I pick it up? Should I not? These silent questions plagued the naked girl as she stood in the sunlight covered in suds. "I think you'll need this." You say smugly as you tap the soap with the tip of your shoe.

The fire seems to come back in her eyes for a moment before diminishing into one of sadness and submission. "I....I don't suppose.....you could bring it to me?" Camalia asked, already knowing your answer. You stay quiet for a moment before responding. "Would you have brought one of your servants something they clumsily dropped?"

Your question seems to hit the girl in just the right spot as she quietly walks over to you. Her hands are balled into fists at her sides as she stands in front of you. Nervously she bends down, trying to avoid sticking her rear out to the crowd again, bending her knees forwards until they meet the soft dirt. Picking up the soap she quickly brushes off most of the loose dirt covering it's side. "I....I never treat my servants like this you know.

"I left them their dignity." Camalia says as she looks up towards you, hands still gripping the soap. "Sure you did. I'm sure you never let that attitude of yours spill over. Now finish up or I'll skip to another lesson that involves you on your knees."

Camalias blush seemed to spread to her entire body as your comment sunk in. She quickly got back up and ran to the podium, her hands moving to cover her chest and neither regions from the crowd. You take not that she didn't bother covering herself up in front of you. Having her back to the crowd once more Camalia finished soaping her body up. With the bucket now half empty Camalia once again tries to lift it up.

While shaky she is successful. Pouring the soapy water over her head Camalia soaks her long hair, causing it to cling greedily to her slender frame. She massages the soapy water into her scalp before running her hands through her hair. Your mouth is agape at the sight before you. If she had wings you'd swear this girl was an angel.

Looking your way Camalia looks embarrassed yet somehow also lustful. She brings her hands behind her head and lift up her hair a bit, mirroring the pose she was in when you collared her earlier. She was showing herself to you. Presenting her body for your approval. With a simple nod of your head you give the blond beauty your approval.

A small smile creeps onto her lips as she lowers her arms and goes back to the lever. Once again it takes a while before the bucket is full but Camalia is able to work the lever a bit better than before. The crowd again shows their support, even more energetic at the sight of the **** girl soapy and wet.

"Get it girl!" The muscular man yelled.

"Last stretch don't give up now!" Called out another man who was on the rather portly side.

"I...I can do this! Almost......almost done!" Camalia said to herself as her exhaustion fought against her. As the water reached the top Camalias hands slipped from the soap and she girl tumbled to the ground. The crowd went into a hush at this, concern for the little **** shown in their eyes.

Even you had to restrain the urge to run over to the blond. Still you weren't going to act unconcerned. "You okay?" You ask, trying to sound indifferent. "Ow! That really hurt!"

Camalia sits up and holds her knee close to her chest. You walk over to inspect her. "Come on now, let me see." You kneel down, making sure not to dirty your pants on the dirt, go to grab Camalias leg. "

"What!? No! Stay away!" Camalia pushes herself closer to the podium and away from you. Embarrassment flooding her features. Camalia crosses an arm over her chest while pulling her knees closer to her torso with the other.

"I'm pretty sure at this point we all have seen enough of you that you shouldn't even bother trying to hide yourself anymore." Camalias eyes fill with anger at your comment. "Oh yes you stripping me and making me wash myself like some lowly beggar makes me want to let you see me up close as well." Camalia fires back, holding her body even tighter to herself. You let out an exasperated breath as the stubbornness of this girl begins to astound you.

"Well like it or not you belong to me. Which means you obey me and I take care of you." Your words surprise Camalia, so much so she allows her body to relax. Reaching out you gently pull her leg towards you. She has a small scrap on her leg but nothing at all serious.

"Big baby, it's just a small scratch." You mock with a small smirk. Camalia seems both angry and embarrassed at his. "Ah, is that really how you treat an injured lady?" Camalia asks with mock anger.

"Not sure that applies to a ****." You fire back, amusement clear in your voice. In a rage Camalia almost jumps up. Fists balled at her side again she raises her voice at you. "I am no ones ****!

When this whole situation is cleared up my father shall have your head for this!" Not a fan of being looked down on, both figuratively and literally, you stand up. Meeting Camalias gaze you cockily quip back. "Well while we are waiting for that day you might want to hurry up before it gets too late to go shopping. I'm pretty sure my father will be just as impressed with you whether your dressed or not."

Walking back to your spot next to Garmen you hear the blond growl in frustration. "Of all people to have to be stuck with you are the worst!" Camalia yells out before going back to cleaning herself. You watch as she angrily rinses the soapy water off herself. "Jerk humiliates me in front of a crowd of people and can't even help a lady when she's injured."

Anger seemed to be a great motivator for the frail blond as she finished the rest of her bath in just a few minutes. Once more she had to wait for the bucket to be at least halfway empty before she could lift it up to rinse off her hair. Once done she stomped her way over to you, frustration clear to all who looked on at the girl. "There all clean. Now can I please have a towel at the very least? I'm freezing!"

While Camalia asked for a towel it sounded more like a demand to you. One you had no intention of fulfilling. "Why? It's such a nice day out you'll warm up and dry off soon enough." You joke before walking towards the crowd, Camalias chain in hand.

"What? Hey!" tried to resist your pull but was easily dragged behind you. As she drew nearer the crowd Camalia grew more and more frantic. "NO! NO! NO!NOOOO!"

The crowd of men cheered as Camalia was pulled through them, not even her rag to cover up with. Camalia quickly crossed her arms across her chest, trying to preserve what little dignity she had left. "W-what are you doing! I'm naked!" "Well we have to go buy the cloths first puppy. And Garmen was nice enough to tell me of several shops just perfect for you."

"B-but I'm naked! You can't make me go shopping like this! Your bath show was bad enough! I-eke!!" Camalia words were interrupted as she felt a hard slap on her bottom. "You got this Blondie! Show em the goods!"

"Why I never! I-eke!" Camalia attempted to complain before receiving more smacks to her rear. More of the men gave her either words of encouragement or compliments of her round backside.

"Small yet squishy! Nice!" The muscular man complimented.

"Girls got a little wiggle to her jiggle! Gonna be a fun night boy!" Joked southern man.

An unofficial rule of the **** docks was that any **** who went naked got a slap on the ass from those they passed by. It made for a fun game though you haven't a clue how it got started. "Ow ow ow! What happened to you taking care of me?" Camalia asks between slaps.

"Tradition." Was the only answer you have her.