What happened to Tirralel?

"On your marks, get set, go!" Tirralel feels a sharp slap on the bum as she starts running away from the boutique and that horrible, horrible, human, and his eleven servants. What kind of elves turned on their own sisters! Were they not content with debasing themselves by prancing around naked so they felt the need to humiliate their own elven sisters as well?

Dexa seemed to pull ahead and turn a corner, much of the crowd followed her, so Tirralel decided to turn the other way to escape as many people as possible. She had a slender runner's body, good thing too, because she was struggling to avoid the wandering hands of the passers by. The task is made extra difficult by the fact her hands are tied behind her back with Biranta's bra; it is difficult to keep balance while running and her tits jiggle playfully with every step.

"Woo! Look at that ass!" Shouted someone in the crowd. Tirralel grimaced and kept running, some years ago she had been on her school's athletics team, the years of training had made her ass as hard as a rock and her legs beautifully toned. She had considered getting back into the sport, but streaking through the busiest city in the moon elf kingdom must be the worst way to do anything ever.

"Cute tits, lady! Let's see those nipple jiggle!" She cast her head down and tried not to make eye contact with anyone in the crowd. Her boobs are on the small side, but she always told herself that just made them extra perky. The teenage boys staring at her from the other side of the street seem to like her boobs, so they must have some merit.

Darting round a corner, she found herself in a dirty looking alley, it doesn't look particularly safe, but between an empty looking alley, and a very crowded main street, she knows which one she prefers. Walking forward as briskly as she could, Tirralel finds herself weaving through a maze of streets she never knew existed before. Not certain where she's going, she has to peer round every corner to check for people, not that it would do her any good, it's not as if she has anywhere else to go.

"What are you doing here?" Comes a young voice from behind her.

"Ah!" Tirralel nearly falls over in shock, she just catches herself before falling and looks up to see a scruffy young lad, no older than seventeen staring at her amusedly.

"You must have run into Riselda's gang, they have a habit of stripping noble women, funny, they normally let them keep their underwear." His eyes smugly wander over your exposed body.

"No, it wasn't a gang, it was a human and I'm not a noble. I just need some help, do you have any clothes I could borrow?"

"That's funny, but I suppose it makes sense, you don't look like a noble woman."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Despite your predicament you feel defensive.

"Well I thought the women of noble families have bigger tits."

"Hey! I'll have you know even these are bigger then the Princess Tracia's boobs."

"If you say so." The boy says dismissively, his eyes now locked on your pussy lips.

"Hey! If you've seen enough, could you please untie me?" The anger and shame starts to build up now.

"I don't know, I don't think I have seen enough."

"But you're looking at all of me right now! What more could you want?"

"Not all of you, why don't you turn around and bend over for me?"

"No! That would be humiliating?"

"I guess you can wait for the next person to come along and untie you?"

"Fine, if I do that, do you promise to untie me?"

"Perhaps."

Seeing no alternative, and with great humiliation, Tirralel turns and bends over, presenting her pink posterior for the amusement of some street thief, how she wishes she could just die of shame.

"Wait, is this true?"

"What?"

"It says there's a naked princess at Biranta's Boutique."

"Well yes, that's where I-"

"I'll bet a princess has some massive boobies."

"Well she's actually- wait, where are you going? Aren't you going to untie me?" But it's too late, the boy has already run off.

Seeing no alternative, Tirralel continues moving forwards hoping not to see anyone else. Shuffling forward cautiously she peaks around the next corner. Two people are playing moon chess. Tirralel gasps and hops back round the corner hoping the common street thugs didn't see her. Hang on, they were playing moon chess, there are over three thousand possible combinations in the first two moves alone, thugs and thieves don't play complicated strategy games, maybe she was in luck!

Nervously, she peaks around the corner again, they obviously haven't noticed her yet. Well, it's now or never.

"Um, excuse me." The two men look up, startled.

"I need help, if either of you could perhaps untie me or maybe lend me a coat I would-"

"You're naked." first man says bluntly.

"Yes, I know, that's why I'm asking for-"

"You're hands are tied up." says the second man.

"Yes they are. Look, could you please help me, there's an evil human on the loose and he attacked me."

The two men look at each other for a second and then turn back to her with a friendly smile.

"Of course, that sounds horrible, come here, we'll untie you."

Almost crying with relief, Tirralel turns around so the men can get at the bra wound tightly around her wrists.

"Here, dear, why don't you put this on?"

"Oh thank you!" Tirralel gratefully takes a long black coat from one of her saviours, she fastens it around her body as soon as she can... it feels good to have her hands back.

"Why don't you come with us, we can take you to most places in the city without being seen."

"That would be great, I really don't want to be seen by anyone else today. I live in the the fifth district, not far from the Great Elf-War monument."

"Don't worry, we can get you there."

Tirralel gleefully follows the two men through the alleyways twisting and turning in the dark corners of the city. If she wasn't so elated about finally wearing clothes again, she might have noticed by now that the coat has gotten uncomfortably tight.

After a while, they get to the monument, it's a large arch of polished marble standing squarely in the market place a top four ornately carved narrow pillars. Tirralel anxiously tiptoes behind the men, not realising Suddenly, the first man turns around and cheerfully says, "we're nearly there, we just need to make one more stop."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, normally when when we find a prissy young woman alone in the city, we wrap her in a magic coat so she holds still while we rob her blind."

"Wait what?" Tirralel starts to back away, but the second man has already grabbed hold of her. She tries to wriggle free, but the coat is so stiff and tight, she can barely move her arms.

"Please, I don't have anything at all, just let me go!"

"You don't have anything, but we still need to make some money and you're going to help us."

"But what could I possibly do; I have no money?"

One hour later Tirralel is standing under the arch of the monument next to an enormous bucket with a thick layer of coins in the bottom. Her hands are each tied tightly to a pillar, meaning she can do nothing but stand, arms spread wide, with the whole market gawking at her.

"One silver piece for one spank! Two to pinch her nipples!" The first man shouts eagerly into the crowd.

"Six silver pieces for five spanks and then pinch her nipples!" Shouted the other.

"Please let me go, all my neighbours have seen me naked." Tirralel whined.

"But they haven't all paid for the privilege of spanking you yet."

"But you've collected so much money already."

"We'll stop when the bucket's full."

"But that will take hours!"

"It's your fault. If you didn't have the message about the naked princess on your ass, more people would have stuck around to give you a spanking."

"And pinch you nipples." Chimed in the other man.

"And look at your pussy." Finished the first man.

"Oh look here comes another customer now."

Tirralel just squirms and hangs her head in shame. It's her neighbour, Chaddon.

"Great ass, Tirralel, shame about the tits though, still, I wonder how much they jiggle when you get spanked."

"EEEK!"