Yes

Before Ava could run for cover, the door opened; four armoured guards stood just outside.

While Ava was proud of her fighting prowess, there were limits. Multiple trained men, armed and protected, vs one naked, weary and shaking woman was not a good match, especially when she instinctively shrank back, trying to cover herself with her arms.

The men stormed into the room, upon seeing a stranger in the castle. Ava took a moment too long to **** herself to fight back-

And it was too late. By the time she was able to get a punch out, they were close enough to grab her arms, hold them out to her sides.

“Hey !” Ava grunted, pulling on her arms, trying to regain her freedom. “Let me go!”

There was a guard either side of her, each holding an arm, and together keeping her high enough that she couldn’t really kick, stopping her from fighting back. And, in consequence, stopping her from covering herself.

“An intruder?” one said, voice muffled by his helmet. “The King’s going to want to see you.”

Ava’s eyes widened, but she could do nothing but squirm as she was led out of that room, and into the castle hallway.

Her feet dragged along the floor as she tried to resist, her arms pulled against the grip she was held in, but nothing worked. She was taken through the castle with her legs bare, her tits on full display; if the climb up the castle had made her red, this made her whimper.

At least it couldn’t get worse. She held onto that.

They passed servants, visitors, royalty… Countless people getting a look at Ava, before she at last made it to the King’s hall.

And even more people were in there. Ava’s struggling redoubled, failing to get even the slightest bit more modesty as she was led, restrained, between two tables full of feasting people, right in the centre of attention.

At the far side was the man who was apparently King. He regarded her, not even blinking at her nudity, though there was no question he noticed it. Ava squirmed again, flushing.

And then she froze, realising who stood to the King’s side.

Damien Darhk, apparently in a position as royal advisor. She knew of him; he’d been a thorn in the Time Bureau’s side for so long. He served a time demon called Mallus, creating anachronisms up and down the timeline to slowly tear time itself apart.

And now he was here. There was no way this could end well.

Realising she couldn’t get free, Ava opted to try and save some dignity. She ignored the knights talking to the King about how they’d heard of her breaking in, to fix Darhk with a glare.

No shame. Pretend she felt no shame, pretend she wasn’t utterly humiliated.

Darhk smiled.

“My King,” he said smoothly, turning to face the royal. “On the matter of punishment, may I make a suggestion?”

“Speak, sorcerer,” the King said.

Sorcerer? So that was the trick Darhk had pulled to get into a seat of influence.

“She plainly came in unarmed,” Darhk said. “I do not believe she meant any more than an insult. Still, one must make an example of such things, am I right?”

Ava faltered. It sounded for a moment like Darhk was trying to mitigate her punishment; she’d have expected him to have advocated for the **** penalty. With her out of the way, his job would be a lot easier.

“I’d suggest the stocks,” Darhk continued, before turning back to Ava and smiling.

Ava shuddered. Or not; god no. The stocks were an old medieval device for public shaming, a person would have their head and hands secured side-by-side, and would be secured in place. Bent over again, unable to cover herself, and such things were usually in busier parts of towns.

Ava shook her head, unable to form words. The King, meanwhile, nodded.

She tried wriggling again, tried fighting back; outnumbered as she was, and in an already awkward position, it didn’t work. She was led back out of the castle, and the further, out into the town and marched down the streets exposed as she was.

Darhk was the one to secure her. A board with three holes stood in the square, and as Ava was drawn near the top half was lifted up to leave three half-circles available. Her neck was placed in the larger middle slot, and her wrists were **** into the thinner outer holes, both guards needing to hold then there to secure here.

The top board came down, trapping her hands and head in place. Darhk sealed it shut as the guards departed.

“Why are you doing this?” Ava said, hating how weak her voice sounded.

“You need to ask?” Darhk said, bizarrely jovial.

“I thought you’d just kill me,” Ava said.

“Kill you?” Darhk said. “If I kill you, the Bureau and Legends would find your body, find some record. Too bad, so sad, they’d move on. Maybe even be more motivated. But if they know you’re here, if they have to come rescue you, that’s more time they aren’t spending getting in my way and more manpower they’re wasting. So have fun, Director Sharpe.”

Laughing to himself, Darhk turned and walked away, leaving Ava well and truly restrained.

She wished she could wipe her eyes. She was tough, but even she could only stand so much humiliation, so much exposure.

She strained, but the restraints wouldn’t budge. And then the fight went out of her as the townsfolk began to pass by, began to see her; her modest tits were free for all to see below her, and her bare ass was stuck up in the air.

There for the whole town to ogle, despite her best efforts.