No.

You need a rest. This **** march is too much. Your next step is a faltering one, causing you to tumble into the dirt road. Your chains rattle and when they pull taught, you are dragged in the dirt behind the carriage. It's a bit painful being dragged along the ground but you simply cannot muster another step right now. Your brief rest only lasts a couple seconds before you hear your owner calling from the front of the carriage.

"I told you to keep up!" she shouts, bringing the whole cart to a stop.
You get a moment of true rest in the road before the guardswoman is upon you. She leans down and slaps you across the face.
"We're almost in town, you disobedient trash. Get up!" she yells at you, but you simply can't.
"I'm sorry, I need to rest, please just a-" she slaps you again, this time it's hard enough to daze you.
"I told you not to speak didn't I?!" she yells. You nod to signal defeat but her anger only increases.
"Vick! Can you get over here?"
"Yeah, what's going on?"
"Taking care of something for the head mistress. Can you open up the carriage so the boys can see?"
"Sure thing. Make it quick, though. This countryside does nothing for me." she says, unlocking the doors behind the carriage. You see the handful of boys huddled up in there, still wearing their orphanage dresses. They watch on with shocked expressions as you're pulled before them.

Your owner lets go of the chain that is your leash. Exhausted and dazed, you lay in the dirt road, trying to recover.
"Can any of you tell me why it's important to serve women?" she calls to the cart.
There's a long pause.
"Well!?" she shouts louder.
"What in goddess name do they teach you at St Anne's!?" she screams.

One of the boys meekly replies.
"Because women are better than us and protect us."
"That's right! Fuck, at least you're not all brain-dead." she continues.
"What happens to sissies who don't know their place!?"
"They become strays?" one of the boys says with a trembling voice.
"Close enough." she says, bringing her voice down a few notches.

Reaching into her coat, she pulls out some papers and reads them.
"Taylor Castaway, for being a disobedient, good for nothing, male, I disown you. Enjoy being a stray." she tears up the papers, throws them at you, then kicks you in the stomach. You wheeze from the blow, curling up into the fetal position. A key clicks as your iron collar is released, then you hear the shifting of clothing and chainmail. A moment later and the guardswoman pulls out her big flaccid cock.

"This is the lesson your head mistress wanted you to see." she says, holding her limp cock towards you. Then, out of nowhere, she pisses all over you. Hot urine washes over your face as the stream lands on your head. She keeps going, hosing you down thoroughly. It takes a while before she finishes up.
"Filthy stray." she says, tucking away her cock and walking back to the carriage. The chains go away, the doors lock up, and the cart pulls off into the distance. You're left in the dirt road wearing nothing but panties, sprinkled with bits of paper, and covered in piss.

(Your journey is over. After failing to impress any potential buyers you were rounded up to be sold in town. Before getting there, you attempted an escape. To make an example of you, the head mistress sold you to a guard who clearly didn't care for you in the slightest. Along the way, you disobeyed the guardswoman again and she snapped. After tearing up your papers she beat you and pissed all over you in the middle of the country road. All the boys watched while it happened, maybe they'll behave better than you. The cart takes off and you're left to whatever fate finds you.)

Bad End.