Aurelie is locked in the pillory

Aurelie had been too exhausted to struggle or resist as she had been half-carried to the doctor's room. Now she was locked in that sturdy wooden contraption that held her neck and wrists and **** her in a bent-over position. Her skin was in fire from all the lashing she had received, her muscles were knotted with cramps and she reeked from sweat and filth she had spent many hours bathing in. She was so tired that she tried to kneel on the floor to rest her legs. Alas, as she tried that, she found that her knees could not reach the floor without the front of her throat pressing painfully against the edge of the neck hole. She let out a cough and quickly stood back up on her feet.

The position was obscene and made her very ****. Her firm butt was at the same level than her head, displaying her sex and anus, which were still slightly gaping from the **** they had been through. Her breasts hanged beneath her torso, exposed and offered. She pulled on her hands but they could not slip out of their holes without squeezing them and scratching them horribly, if even that was possible.

She looked around herself and, at the sight of the various devices that were visible, she realised the passengers she had heard on the way were probably right. That doctor was going to pierce her. She turned her head towards him, as much as the pillory allowed and begged, "Please, Doctor, this is a mistake. I'm a passenger, not a ****. This has all gone very wrong. Please, I'd like to talk to Captain Stone."