Walk of Shame

There were shackles on her legs. They were closed around her lower limbs, just above her ankles. They felt heavy and cold pressing against her skin. A length of chain ran from one to the other, leaving her just another room to stumble forwards, but not enough to run or even walk properly. It made it so she had to move slowly and carefully, which just amplified the shame of the situation because she couldn't run through it. She had to endure every minute.

Redwing's hands were also bound. A pair of manacles locked them behind her back, holding them away from her front so that she could not try to preserve her dignity. She could feel the tightness of the cuffs with each step she took. She tried to control her breathing, but it was more and more difficult with each step. She was being marched from the room where they had arrived, Dusklord stood behind her, maintaining the chains which bound her body with his power. Not only had he secured her arms and her legs, but he'd also made sure to keep the black rings which pierced her nipples and clitoris. To the first two, he'd created a set of tiny beaded weights that pulled at her breasts with every step. For the third one, he'd gone further, generating a spiralling metal ornament which wrapped around her bud. The coils hugged it closely, tight enough that Lilly was constantly on the edge. Not only did this tease her with every step, but it also made it plainly obvious to everyone exactly what her status here was.

She moved slowly, feeling Dusklord's lurking presence behind her. Her naked skin made her want to squirm, and she knew that she was flushed in the face. The cold stone felt hard against her naked feet. Her womanhood tingled, the constant feeling of the clit binding made her thighs shake, and she was breathing quickly as she tried to manage the stimulation.

The worst part of it was that people were watching. It wasn't just her and Dusklord anymore. As soon as they had exited the old storage room, Lilly's breath had started to hitch, the realisation had hit her that this was real. This wasn't some fantasy of hers that would stay in her head. It was a real thing that was really happening, and real people were going to see her really naked. Part of her was frozen in horror, a lifetime of fighting crime had not prepared her to feel so utterly **** and exposed. She couldn't even shield herself, and all she had to protect her dignity was her mask. The rest of her body was totally naked. The worst part was that she was still so wet from her game on the chair, Dusklord hadn't allowed her to clean herself, figuring that obvious arousal would add to the game.

It did. Oh, it did. Lilly shuddered, trying to pretend that her nipples weren't stiff and hard, that her pussy wasn't throbbing the more people turned to look at her. Servants and staff of the house, maids and workers, cleaners and servants, all of them seemed to gather to watch. At first, she closed her eyes and tried to pretend they weren't there, but that only made it worse. It was like she could feel their gaze on her body, their eyes hovering her her chest or her pussy. Sweeping with hunger and lust over her slender legs. It was like being an animal at a fair!

Yet, even as she thought this, she knew she should be repulsed. She knew she should hate it. It was true, it was humiliating and degrading, but if she hated it so much, why was she so wet? Why did her womanhood ache? Why did she feel a surge of dizzy arousal every time someone new turned to look at her? She could stop it at any moment, she could break these chains with her powers, she could be out of here in an instant. Dusklord wouldn't stop her, he probably couldn't even if he wanted to.

She didn't have to endure this.

But every moment, she told herself she would break free in the next. Every instant, she delayed her escape. Every time someone looked at her, she felt like she was plunging deeper into her fantasy. This was what she had wanted, wasn't it? This was what she had always wanted, even when she started being a hero, when she had no idea how strong she really was...

She'd always wanted to be captured, shown off, made to perform. It made her heart beat fast, and her skin feel hot. All her life, she'd waited for this chance. Now, at last, she was going to take it. No matter how shameful it felt, or how humiliating it was, Lilly was going to ride this out for the whole week.

It could very well be her only chance ever to do so.

People were surrounding them now, steady more of them were gathering the deeper they went into the castle. (And it was a castle, no matter what Dusklord might have said! Estate or mansion her ass!) Some of them had to be calling others, telling them to come and see, come and see the defeated heroine on her walk of shame.

Lilly's pussy tingled. Her clit was hot, the hugging of the metal jewellery stimulating it with every step she took, She wondered if any of them knew the truth. Dusklord had told them that she was an actor, A sort of high paid prostitute who made her living allowing villains to ''defeat'' their female nemesis and have their way with them. That was what they had all been told, but did they believe it? Did any of them have doubts? Did even one of them know that this was no fake, this was the real Redwing, stripped naked and stumbling through the halls? Her pussy dripping, her face red. She wanted to call out, to shout her name, to tell them who she was, but she didn't dare. She couldn't muster the courage.

Redwing groaned, her womanhood tightened on reflex as her arousal mounted, she stumbled forwards, ans almost crashed to her knees before she caught herself. Her shackles jingled. She looked up, blinking as the crowd around her stared. Men and women both looked at her with lust in their eyes. She realised that if Dusklord had not been behind her, some of them might even have acted on it too. She tried not to imagine what it would feel like to be enveloped by the crowd, groping and grabbing her, feeling them forcing her legs apart. She would struggle, but she wouldn't be able to fight them all, and they'd pin her against a wall, or maybe the ground...

Lilly swallowed, trying to get her wandering mind in gear. At this point, Dusklord came up behind her and spoke softly.

"There, I think that there is enough of them now, don't you think? Why don't you go ahead and say it?"

Redwing hesitated, not knowing exactly what he wanted, her heart hammered. Maybe he sensed her uncertainty, because he clarified a moment later.

"You should apologise to them all for causing trouble, shouldn't you? That's what you said before, isn't it? A captured heroine should properly comport herself. She should fall to her knees and beg for forgiveness from her enemies."