Embarrass Rinelda.

Rinelda's wearing a loose, elegant white gown that hangs in diaphanous folds around her body, hiding her slender form from view. The crowd begins to laugh as her hands go behind her back, fumbling for its laces.

"Wait. Wait! No! Don't you fucking dare!"

"What's the matter? You can dish it out, but you can't take it?"

The dress falls, exposing Rinelda's expensive lacy white underwear. Her breasts are small, her hips slender, her heart-shaped bottom petite but pretty. She claps her hands across her body, sinks to her knees and screams at the top of her lungs, the high-pitched wail of pure humiliation echoing round the docks. I reach out and pick the dress up.

"I'm going below for a long, hot bath," I say, tossing the dress away and watching it flutter into the water. Too small for me, and I didn't like the cut anyway. "These sailors are going to make sure the water's nice and warm for me. Do you know what you're going to do, Rinelda?"

"Eeeeek! Heeeeelp!"

"You're going to go shopping. I want you back here in an hour, with a big bundle of nice new clothes in my size. You can put it all on credit. I bet a rich girl like you has lines of credit at all the best shops in town, don't you?"

"No! No no no no no noooooooo!"

"Spoiled little brat, aren't you? Stand up straight."

Rinelda stands up straight, facing the crowd, blushing bright red. It's funny to watch her try to regain just a little composure. She's breathing hard. "Okay. Okay. I get it. You want ****. I'll do anything you want. I'll even walk around in my underwear, if that's... but you have to give me the ring back. You don't understand. There's a... a demon inside it! Yes. It'll eat your soul if you don't... eeeeeeek!"

Her bra, unbuckled, is caught by the breeze and drifts away across the water, finding a place atop the mast of another ship. Her small tits with their tiny pale coral-pink nipples are exposed to the crowd, who laugh and applaud her shame. She squeals and covers her chest with her hands. "Stop doing this to me! Stop! This isn't how it's supposed to work!"

"Turnabout's fair play." One of the sailors is creeping up behind Rinelda, silent as a mouse. The whole crowd follows his movements. Rinelda doesn't notice a thing until her panties are grabbed and yanked down around her ankles, baring her cute derriere and her clean-shaven pussy.

"I hate you I hate you I hate you! Make it stop!"

"No."

"But it's so embarrassing! This is only supposed to happen to other people!"

"Too bad." I send her stumbling down the gangplank with her panties around her ankles, toward the hooting, ogling crowd. Her eyes go very wide as she's **** to march towards a sea of groping, grasping hands, all eager to cop a feel of her. I let her try to cover herself, knowing she won't be able to fight off all the pinches, spanks, caresses, fondles and gropes that are coming her way.

"I didn't do this to you! Eek! Don't touch me there!"

I shrug. "Try to be back in an hour or so. I'm going to have some of these handsome sailors scrub me clean. Then I'm going to have them suck each other's dicks, I think."

I watch the sailors' grins vanish. "Don't give me that. You were going to sell me into slavery. You get a little punishment as well, my cute little cocksuckers. I'm going to dress you all up in lacy panties, I think. Get the water boiling for my bath."