Prison

Zira felt lucky that she was dragged to the guard tower in the middle of the night as there were fewer people to see he ranked body held between to beefy brutes in th street...save for that tavern that they passed on the way where they whistled and laughed. Once they arrived she was forcefully let go and fell to the ground where she pushed herself back into her feet and covered herself. "What's this one in for?", asked the guard sitting behind a desk in front of her.

"This one snuck into the museum and managed to steal something valuable, but she failed to get out unnoticed," answered one of her mercenary escorts.

"...Any particular reason she's naked?"

Zira began to speak but was cut off by the other mercenary, "Some kind of exhibitionist I think. Likes to be nude in public. Gets off on it."

Zira growled through clenched teeth as the conversation continued, "Ah I see, well spread her for examination." A mixture of confusion and shock came across her face as the two mercenaries grabbed Zira by the arms and held them high and away from each other while thier feet came to the inner side of hers then spread her legs farther. The guard had moved away from his desk and stepped directly in front of her, then out came a hand to grab her breast. Zira only grew angrier with the embarrassment as he took his precious time fondling her meaty tit before ending it in a little nipple tease.

The guard nodded with satisfaction and continued to invade her personal space with both hands now exploring her body. He lifted her breasts, felt up her thighs, examined her face, played with her rump, and slid down her midrif and hips. The gypsy was red with rage and humiliation by the end of the examination when the mercs let her go, "Well built, this one," remarked her molester as he gave Zira a nice hard slap on the ass making her jump and rub the now red hand print on her left cheek.

She covered herself again with crossed arms and legs and stood there awaiting her sentence. The guard returned to his post where he cleared his throats and began to speak once again, "Alright I have all I need. If you two gents would be so kind as to escort this young gypsy to her cell at the end of the block. She shall sit there until her punishment has been decided or someone decides to potty her and pay her bail."

An even more shocked and furious Zira was dragged away into the dark dungeon below where dozens of prisoners hollered as the beautiful maiden was paraded for them to see before being thrown into her cell. Lucky for her she was the only resident...for now, but it was moist, filthy, and had blood stains on the floor. The cell itself was a stone cube with one face of iron bars and a stone mattress in the corner accompanied by a bucket she assumed was for bodily waste and prayed had been cleaned out. The girl festered with hatred, moving to the wall and leaning against it with nothing else to do but wait...