Take Merry to the stocks

Evellyn tossed the tied up milkmaid near the shore of the pit, but you still want to avoid getting any of the muck on you. You spot her discarded milkmaid's yoke - a carrying pole she once had suspended from her shoulders with a bucket on each end - and an idea pops into your head.

You use your speed to borrow the blacksmith's long gloves to protect yourself. You carefully retrieve Merry from the pit, cringing at the scent. You use the bindings on her arms and legs to tie her to the yoke before you throw it over your shoulders. You then speed to the town stocks, Merry flying behind you attached to the yoke.

By the time you arrive, you see the super speed has dried her clean of the brown slime. The scent still lingers. You untie her from the pole and put her into the stocks. Time speeds up and you hear a now-too-familiar shriek as she realizes where she is.

She sees you and begins screaming. You can barely make out what she's saying, but you get the gist that she's finally starting to catch on to who is behind all of this. Her shrieking attracts a crowd, and their excitement grows as they realize who she is.

"It's Merry, the bitch milkmaid!" yells one woman with glee.

"That awful woman has not a nice word to say about anyone. It's nice to see her taken down a peg," says another more quietly.

"Why, she turned me down just the other week. Looks like I can finally 'av a go at er!" says a fat farmer excitedly as he runs up to the platform to cop a feel. She squeals angrily in protest as he rubs his chubby fingers over her nipples, hardening them against her will. He begins squeezing and flopping her breasts about comically, which makes her even angrier. The crowd's laughter increases.

It's truly a shame this joyous crowd never got to see the milkmaid writhing around in the muck. You know that would make them even happier.