Yes. What choice do you have?

“Oh my.” You say out loud as your brief moment of confidence slips away as you stop dead in your tracks with your first glimpse of the town square.

Guards are posted at its entrance with warning banners that only adults are allowed into the square today. Other guards line a path from the entrance to the center of the square towards a large wooden platform that stands about six feet off the ground. On top of this “punishment platform” are two metal poles that stand seven feet tall and are about three feet apart with various bondage restraints attached to them. Next to the poles is a table whose contents you cannot see from this range.

Across from the punishment platform is a review platform that is few feet higher and set for optimal viewing. It has canopy to give shade from the sun with two rows of seats for dignitaries and the nobility.

Though none of these sights are pleasant, what is truly terrifying in the size of the throng that has gathered around the punishment platform. You estimate there are over two hundred, mostly men, who have gathered for the show.

The whipmaster takes your leash from the guard and gives it a yank to get you walking again. “Time to pay for your crimes cunt.” The other guards of your escort leave you behind as you are dragged into the square by the whipmaster.

The crowd explodes into cheers and applause at your arrival. Unlike the women on the main street, these men are quite pleased to watch your every move. Catcalls and insults are thrown at you by the score.

“Hey bitch, not so confident now!”

“I heard there will be a lottery to bang her?”

“Shake it whore, let’s see those tits bounce!”

“Damn, what a fine piece of ass is that!”

“Steal from us will you? We are fucking going to whip you cunt!”

“Strip her! Strip the slut! Strip her!”

That last taunt catches the crowds favor as you are lead towards the punishment platform. “Strip! Strip! Strip!” the mob chants in unison as you climb the stairs demanding that your body be exposed for their pleasure.

A gut wrenching fear builds in your stomach at the cruelty the mob demands. You are more ashamed, however, that you are also incredibly aroused at being the center of this pornographic spectacle. The lust building in you since drinking the philterotos potion has not abated. You would like to blame it on the elixir, but you know that the potion isn’t causing this arousal, it is only heighten degrading passions that lie deep in your soul.

As you get to the top of the platform you get a good look around. The crowd is even larger then you thought. Though made up of mostly men there are a few women in the mob. Among the commoners it is mostly whores and pickpockets taking advantage of the large gathering. On the reviewing platform the nobles and wealthy are sitting, you see one woman of “quality,” a gorgeous red haired lady in an exquisite green and gold dress. Her beauty is only surpassed by your own and she doesn’t seem at all bothered by attending such an un-lady like event. Sitting next to her, front and dead center, is the sadistic judge who sentenced you to this terrible fate. The familiar uncaring cruelty is evident on his face, but as in the courtroom, you catch him quickly glimpsing at your ample cleavage.

For the first time you can see what is on the table next to the poles, one in which you wished you hadn’t. Various instruments of bondage and torture are piled on it; straps, canes, whips, clamps, pliers, lit candles, branding irons, and other devices you can’t begin to image what they do.

The crowd continues to call for your clothes to be removed as the judge nods and a royal herald stands at the edge of the reviewing platform. With several loud shouts he quiets the crowd and begins to read from a scroll.