Extremely humiliated

Mary's hands were chained behind her back, and she wore a heavy metal collar with chains coming out of either side. Female guards in chainmail with spears held the chains in front of her and behind her as they marched her down the hallway and away from George. For the first time, she was completely naked in public, and she couldn't even cover herself with her hands.

For some reason, Mary didn't understand why the Queen wanted to punish her. She had never done anything to hurt the Queen, and she didn't think she deserved any punishment at all. Maybe she should just ignore it and hope that it went away. But the Lady Commander had been clear that the penalty for not submitting to the Queen's punishment was ****.

She couldn't believe she had committed such a terrible crime. She had never disobeyed the Queen before, and she wasn't planning on doing so now. She understood that it was wrong to give clothing to males and allow them to cover themselves, but she hadn't seen another way to help George. She really loved him.

They walked for several minutes until they reached a door. The guards unlocked it and led her into a small stone room. It had a single chair, a small table with a pitcher of water and a basin, and a mirror on the wall. The walls were covered with rough stones.

The guard tied her arms to the back of the chair, then attached her ankles to the chair legs. When she was secure, she took off her blindfold. The room was dark except for the dim light from the window, but it was enough to let her see herself clearly in the mirror.

She looked like a ****, which was exactly what she was right now. Her hair was pulled up tight in a bun, and her face was dirty and bruised, but her eyes were alert and determined. She had never thought of herself as a **** before. Slaves were slaves because they had **** in the matter. But she had always been free. Now she understood that she had been a **** all along. They were all the Queen's slaves.

The female guards left, locking the door behind them. Mary was alone in the stone room. She tried to relax, but she couldn't. The shackles and collar were digging painfully into her skin, and the chains on her wrists and ankles strained against each other when she moved. She wondered how much worse it would feel if they fell apart, and what she would do then.

She was afraid. She had never been a prisoner before. She had never even been in trouble with the law. All of her life, she had studied hard, saved money, and planned for the future. Mary had decided to study anthropology so she could get a position as an ambassador. She wanted to travel around the world, meet new people, and learn about their cultures. She intended to visit every country in the world, including those that the Queen's government considered illegal.

Instead of being an ambassador, she was a ****. Instead of studying anthropology, she was sitting naked in a stone room under harsh fluorescent lighting. And instead of traveling the world, she was going to die here. Wait, she calmed her thoughts. They were just keeping her here temporarily. The Queen had sentenced her to 48 hours in the stocks. Her Majesty hadn't said anything about a life sentence.

She had to keep her spirits up. If she let herself feel sorry for herself, she might give up. And that wouldn't accomplish anything. She had to stay strong, mentally and physically. There was no point in feeling sorry for herself. They were probably just keeping her here for a couple hours while they prepared the stocks for her. Where she was to be displayed naked. Right. Naked. That would be humiliating.

She had read about what it was like to be in the stocks. In some countries, it was a common form of punishment, especially for women. It was meant to humiliate and shame the victim.

She had heard about the humiliation of being stripped naked. But she had never experienced it herself. And while it was common for males here, it was completely unheard of for upstanding female citizens like herself. She had never imagined that she would ever find herself in such a situation.

She was a good person. She worked hard, helped others, and paid her taxes on time. She was smart and well-educated, and she did everything she could to make the world a better place. Why would the Queen punish someone who had done so much for her Queendom? What had she done to deserve this treatment? She had disobeyed a basic cultural tenet of the Queendom, that's what. Forgetting for a moment that it was George she had helped, allowing a male to wear underwear and pants let him conceal his penis and its state. But erect penises were for public enjoyment. That's why even the Queen's own sons had to keep their genitals exposed. The uniforms for exchange students were a compromise. Their cocks were still very visible, but they could hide them as long as they were flaccid.

Mary had always thought that the Queen was right. She didn't like the idea of males hiding their erections. She thought that men should be proud of their bodies, especially their cocks, and display them proudly. So when she saw George struggling with his clothes, she thought it was a great opportunity to help him. But she hadn't expected the Queen to take such drastic measures.

She was interrupted from her musings by the sound of the door being unchained and opened. The same two female guards from before entered and stepped behind her to adjust her chains. They unchained her from the chair, and returned her to her earlier position with her hands behind her and one chain leading from her collar to the guard in front of her and the other chain from her collar held by the guard behind her.

As the guards led her to the stocks, Mary began thinking about ways she might get out of this situation. She didn't want to die! Well, not die, but she couldn't think about it.

"Please..." she pleaded quietly.

The guard in front of her spoke for the first time. Her voice was surprisingly compassionate. "Think before you ask me something. You do remember that her Majesty specifically advised you not to ask to be set free, right?"

"Yes," Mary answered. "I just... I don't want to die."

"Oh, you won't," the guard replied. "You're just going to be locked in the stocks for a while. It's a lot easier than ****."

Mary kept silent. She didn't want to argue with the guard. She wanted to cooperate, even if it was only to avoid a painful punishment.

"What's your name?"

"Mary."

"Good, Mary. We'll call you Peg."

"Peg?" Mary asked. "That's not very nice."

"No, I guess it isn't," the guard said. "Sorry, Peg. But that's what we're going to call you."

"Why?" Mary asked.

"Because that's what prisoners in the stocks are called."

"Oh," Mary replied.

They stopped walking, and the guard in front of her removed the gag in her mouth. She swallowed nervously. She had been gagged when she was brought into the stone room, but the guard hadn't bothered to remove the gag during the walk. They were at the door to the building complex. They had been going through the administrative side, not the academy side, so they had only passed a few aides and secretaries, but that door led outside to the city. She could smell the ocean breeze.

"Are they going to release me soon?" she asked.

"Don't worry," the guard replied. "We'll bring you back to the palace after your punishment. You'll be fine."

"Thank you," she said.

The guard laughed. "Don't thank me yet. I haven't untied you or anything. I'm just saying that we're getting close."

"Oh," Mary replied. She didn't know what else to say.

The door opened to the bustle of one of the major market streets. Mary tried to remain in place, bracing her legs against the walls of the hallway, and the guards responded by chaining her ankles together with a sigh. Hearing all of the voices outside, she still tried to resist going, dragging her feet, but the guard behind her prodded her fowards, and the one in front of her pulled the chain linked to her collar, and the pain from the collar convinced her to reluctanctly walk forward out of the building.

It was daytime, so there were plenty of people out and about on the street. Most of them seemed to notice the guards escorting a naked, chained woman, but nobody made a fuss and they quickly moved out of their way. The guards were used to dealing with crowds like this. They escorted Mary down the street, past several shops, until they reached a large open area with dozens of stalls. The guards stopped and stepped aside. The front guard passed her end of Mary's chain to a stall owner.

He was an older man, balding and wrinkled. He wore a dark suit jacket with a red tie, knee-heigh boots, and a cock cage. His hands were covered in rings, and he sported a thin black mustache. He took Mary's hand and kissed it with a smacking kiss.

"Hello, my dear," he said. "How are you today?"

"Fine," Mary replied. "You can put me down now."

"Not so fast, Peg," he said. "Let me see your body."

"It's fine," Mary sighed. She hated being examined like this. She had gotten used to looking at her own naked body in the mirror, but it was different when someone else looked at her.

"Indeed," he said. "I'm going to examine every inch of your gorgeous body, and I want you to show me everything."

"All right," she said. She was tired of arguing with him. She felt humiliated enough already. And besides, she knew that she wouldn't win anyway. The only way to get the inspection over with was to cooperate. She bent her knees slightly and spread her legs as far as they would go with the ankle chains. The stall owner leaned down between her legs, examining her pussy.

"So soft," he exclaimed.

"Thank you," she replied.

He took a small jar of ointment from his pocket and applied it to her labia, spreading the viscous liquid across her lips and inner thighs.

"Won't that hurt?" she asked.

"A little," he replied. "But that's part of the fun."

He squeezed more of the ointment onto his fingers, and rubbed it into her labia. She grimaced, but she bit her lip to keep from crying out. The ointment stung for a moment, but the burning sensation faded quickly. After a few seconds, he removed his hands from her legs.

"Okay," he said. "Now we should get your hair trimmed."

He grabbed a pair of scissors off the shelf near the counter and walked to the back of the stall. Mary followed obediently, but she couldn't stop herself from glancing back at the ponyboys tethered there. The stall owner was trimming one of them, and she watched as he shaved his balls and pubic area clean. Then he took a razor and cut his hair short, and then trimmed his pubes to match. He even shaved his asshole, leaving only a small tuft of dark brown hair above it.

Mary blushed. She had seen herself in the mirror, and she had been horrified by her appearance, but she hadn't realized that these ponies were completely hairless. Even the exchange students in the academy had some hair on their bodies. It was strange to see such a difference.

When the ponyboy was finished, he turned around and smiled at Mary. He was an average-looking boy, but he had a nice smile and a pretty cock.

"Do you like my new look?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. "You look really handsome."

"Thanks," he said.

Now it was Mary's turn to be trimmed by the stall owner. He took the scissors and began cutting away her long dark locks. He snipped and clipped, and then combed her hair into neat sections so that he could braid it. When he was done, he took a wooden comb and made quick work of detangling her hair so that it lay straight instead of sticking out everywhere.

"That's much better," he said. "Here, let me take your headband off for you."

He slid the leather band that held her long braids together out of Mary's hair. And showed her her reflection in a mirror. Mary looked at her hair in amazement. Her long hair was gone, and she had a short bob haircut.

"Wow," she said. "I look so different."

"Looks great," he said.

She wasn't sure she agreed, but she didn't want to aggravate him. She was grateful for the compliment, though. Now, he moved on to her crotch.

She cringed as he ran his fingers along her slit, searching for any stray hairs. She was embarrassed to have him feel her up like that, but she knew that she didn't have a choice in the matter. Once he found the offending strands, he used a pair of scissors to trim the tip of each hair, and then trimmed the rest to about an inch long.

"Much better," he said.

"Thank you," she replied.

He took the comb and carefully brushed her hair out. She felt a little silly, but she also thought that it was kind of nice to have someone else brush her hair for once. He finished brushing her hair and then began braiding it again. He tied it off neatly with a strand of green ribbon.

"There you go. A cute little ponytail."

"Thank you," she said again.

"You're welcome," he said. "Now come with me."

He led her to another stall, where he had a small round table. On the table was a silver platter filled with food. There were a dozen different types of fruits, vegetables, and meats. Mary recognized most of them, but there were some she had never seen before. She liked most of it, and she was hungry, too, but she felt quite uncomfortable when the old man pushed her down into a chair and started hand feeding her, not that she could feed herself with her hands bound behind her.

"Don't worry," he said. "I won't eat any of it."

"Thank you," she said.

She enjoyed the meal immensely, especially the fruit. She had never eaten such fresh produce before, and it was delicious. He offered her water, and she drank several glasses without realizing that she was thirsty. He continued to feed her, and she ate everything he gave her. When she was finished eating, he passed her chains back to the waiting guards, who passed him a pouch of gold coins and offered to put in a word with the key holder of his cock cage. He declined the payment politely, but gratefully accepted their other offer. They grinned, wondering when he had been let out last.

Mary was marched again through the town. With a sinking feeling, she realized they were going to go down a road that was popular with students for its many restaurants, some of them with outdoor seating. It was one thing to be in public, but there would be people who knew her. She doubted that many would recognize her, but she still felt very self-conscious. She wished that they could take her somewhere else.

The guards led her to the edge of the path and stopped. The two guards stood next to her and motioned for her to turn around. One of the guards took the leash that was attached to her collar and connected it to a ring on the wall. She realized that it was the parking area for a restaurant.

"Wait," called out Mary. "You're just leaving me here?!"

"Yes," replied one of the guards, "We're starving."

"You can't do this to me," pleaded Mary.

"The Lady Commander specifically instructed us to treat you the same as a male ****," the other guard explained. "How is that gel treating your pussy, by the way?"

Mary hadn't thought about it, but her vagina felt warm and wet, and she also felt a bit aroused. She was confused by the sensations and didn't know what was happening.

"It feels nice," she admitted.

"Good," said the first guard. "Then you won't mind being left here for an hour while we eat, Peg."

The two guards went into the restaurant, leaving her behind, without waiting for a reply.

Mary wasn't the only one in the parking area. She noticed several coatrack servants, or carriers, as they were often called, as well as a couple well-built guys who might be ponyboys. She was confused by all of these unfamiliar people, but she was more concerned with what was happening to her.

"I don't think I can stay here alone," she whispered.

One of the ponyboys laughed at her.

"I doubt anyone will bother you," he said. "And if they do, you'll probably enjoy it."

"You don't understand," she said. "Everyone knows who I am. They will be watching me!"

The ponyboy, wearing only ponyboots and his saddle gear, complete with armbinder, nipple reins, and ball compressors, nodded down at his exposed erection. It was big, but it was only semi-hard.

"I'm not worried about that," he assured her. "If you're comfortable with it, then maybe everyone here will be, too."

Mary's heart pounded in her chest. She was terrified, but she was also getting turned on by her predicament. The female citizens and skirt-clad exchange students who passed her mostly gave her a brief glance before looking away, but some of them stared and smiled. She tried to figure out if she knew each person. Some of the exchange students who stared at her developed erections that began to raise their skirts up and expose them, and she smiled a bit at that. Served them right for staring at her!

But then a group of four boys walked past her. They were all from the same country, and she knew at least three of them. They had been good friends with George. They were all grinning at her, and she knew exactly why. She was being punished for trying to help George, after all. They all thanked her and apologized for not being able to help, and one of them fed her strawberries. That made her feel better, and the other three seemed to feel sorry for her, too. Then, before she knew it, the hour was over.

"Oh, thank goodness!" she sighed, relieved.

The guards came out, smiling, unhooked her from the wall, and led her down the street to the main plaza where a moderately successful singer was giving a small concert. A rather petite girl with black hair, she was dressed in a tiny yellow dress that barely covered her breasts and barely hid her panties. The song was a slow love song, and she sang it with passion and emotion. She moved her hips seductively and caressed the microphone stand with her fingertips as she sang, and the crowd loved every minute of it. They clapped as she finished the song. The next song was more lively, and two groups of six back dancers each moved on stage to accompany her for it. They were all bearers, unclothed except for the bindings that fixed their arms to their backs in an "X" position. They danced making broad circles with their permanently erect cocks and occasionally slapping their cocks against their stomachs.

As soon as the song ended, a different dancer stepped forward into the center of the stage. It was a young guy, perhaps twenty years old, with short brown hair and a well-muscled body. He was a ponyboy in full saddle ensemble, with the saddle positioned so he could be ridden on the chest.

"Hello," he said to the cheering crowd, "I'm the leader of the back dancers. My name is Eric, and I will be leading you in our next dance."

A cheer rose from the crowd as he gave a couple of slaps with his cock.

"We call this one 'The Pony Boy Dance'," he said, "and it goes like this."

He dropped to his knees and a girl in black lingerie skipped on stage and climbed on top of his chest, sitting in the saddle. She slid down so that her crotch could reach his cock, which was already stiff and bobbing. They kissed passionately as she rubbed his cock up and down, and then guided it inside her. She rode him vigorously for several minutes, while the drummer played, until she reached climax, and then she pulled out, dismounted him, and licked his cock clean, as he leaned back and closed his eyes. He moaned in pleasure when she finished, and the audience cheered.

The next girl climbed onto his chest as he sat up and straddled him, but this one was dressed as a waitress. She handed him a menu and giggled as he used his head to turn the pages, guiding him in slow circles around the stage by his nipple reins as the singer sung another slow but humorous song. She then rode his cock for several minutes, reaching climax before pulling out. This time, the audience applauded when she licked his cock clean.

There was a brief intermission as his saddle was adjusted so he could be mounted from the back, before a third and final girl jumped up onto his chest and leaned back to sit on his cock. She was dressed in a bright red dress, complete with a ruffled white apron. She looked extremely sexy and performed a dance routine from atop his shoulders while singing a seductive song. She was also very flexible, and she moved her pelvis in such a way that she hiked up her skirt, exposing her panties to the audience. At the end of her performance, she brought him to climax using her feet, then hopped down and licked his cock clean, after which the band picked up the beat again and the dancing resumed.

At the end of the dance, the lead singer took a bow and the drummer counted down from ten. As the audience clapped, the ponyboy took a deep breath and raised his head. He let it out slowly, paused for a moment, and then struck a pose. His arms were straight at his sides, and his wrists were firmly bound against his sides with a single piece of rope. He spread his legs slightly apart and thrust his hips forward, revealing the entire length of his cock, which was still hard and standing upright. His balls hung down between his thighs, swinging gently.

The crowd went wild as he flexed his chest muscles, causing his nipples to strain against the attachments of the nipple reins.

"Now it's time for the real show!" he shouted. The singer in the tiny yellow dress pulled off the black cloth that had been covering the back center of the stage, revealing the stocks where Mary was to be placed. There was a gasp from the audience, and applause. As Mary was led onto the stage by the two guards, the first singer explained her crime and her punishment in a sing-song voice. Mary had known that it would be a public place, but she hadn't expected her predicament to be announced like this. The mixed gender crowd was large, excited, and ready to be entertained. She blushed bright red as she realized that she was now the center of attention. They could all definitely see how wet her pussy was, too, although that wasn't her fault.

Her bindings were removed, and the guards placed her into the stocks, with some assistance from a couple of the back dancers. Her upper torso was inserted into one hole, that was locked shut, pushing her breasts up like a corset, so her head, breasts, and arms poked out of one side, and her stomach, crotch, and legs poked out of the other, in a sitting position. There were further boxes with holes, and her wrists were locked with her arms straight out to the sides, while her feet were locked keeping her legs spread straight out in front of her. The stage itself was glass, so her ass and pussy could be viewed from below, as well.

She glanced around the audience. Most of the girls were staring at her pussy, while most of the guys were checking out her tits. She wondered if they all knew who she was, and if she should be embarrassed, or proud?

The singer continued singing, and the drummer began playing.