The Prison

‘No, this is wrong!’ shouted Emily as she was hauled through the camp site, ‘You’ve got the wrong person! You have to let me go!’

The crowd grew in number as word spread that Alexa had been exposed as a spy, and even better, was being walked naked past all the tents. The two guards didn’t respond to her pleas. Emily was both humiliated by this experience and outraged that she had been set up to take the fall for killing Angel and Cat. Stumbling through the crowds, with her hands locked into the brace holding her arms up she desperately wanted to shield herself from what felt like hundreds of pairs of eyes on her naked body, but perhaps even more than this she wanted to find the real traitor, the one who had done this to her.

After what seemed like forever, they reached what Emily assumed was the prison. A low wooden stage held a wooden pillory, with holes for the arms either side of a larger hole for the neck. Behind this was a small tent, and a guard sat, looking bored, on a camping chair at the entrance.

‘Alan! We have a prisoner for you,’ bellowed one of Emily’s guards as they led her up onto the raised platform. The crowd assembled around it, watching eagerly.

Alan looked quite shocked to have something to do. He walked over to Emily, slipping his phone into his pocket, and smiled as he looked her up and down, taking in every detail of her long legs, the curve of her hips up to those lovely round breasts with their pointy pink nipples. He only glanced at her face before looking down to stare at her neat pubes and soft mound. This felt to Emily even worse than having the crowd of onlookers staring at her nakedness.

‘Denaasi has ordered her to be put in the stocks,’ the guard told Alan, ‘so once she’s secure she’s all yours. Don’t fucking touch her, you know the rules.’ This didn’t sound good at all.

The brace was quickly removed from Emily’s neck as Alan lifted the top section of the pillory. Emily was then placed with her wrists through the smaller holes and her head through the large one before Alan lowered it, trapping her in place. She tried to pull her hands through the holes, but they were too small. The height of the stocks **** her to bend over at the waist, and she felt her breasts swinging as she moved her arms, and her bottom sticking out toward the tent. At least one part of her was pointing away from the crowd arranged in front of her.

The two guards left her alone with Alan and the hundred or so onlookers, many of whom started taking photographs and videos of her on their phones.

‘What did you do to end up here?’ Alan asked. He bent down to talk right in her ear, and Emily really wanted to be able to pull away from him. He seriously gave her the creeps.

‘I didn’t to anything, this is a set up,’ she replied. Her back was aching already in this position. She tried to keep her legs squeezed together, but she knew she would soon need to start shifting her weight.

Emily considered what had just happened. She knew Allegra had been lying, she hadn’t got out of bed once she settled down. Also, Allegra had obviously been up in the night if she had claimed to have seen Alexa, otherwise she would have known nothing about the murders. So it stood to reason that Allegra was the real murderer, and she had planted the dagger and claimed to have seen Alexa creeping around at night! Emily thought about this, and worked out a plan: Step one, escape from this pillory. Step two, somehow get back into the Command Tent without being noticed. Step three, find evidence pointing to Allegra as the murderer. Step four, Capture Allegra and make her pay for her crimes.

But wait, maybe there had been somebody disguised as her? The same person who had planted the dagger in her room, probably. But surely, the only person who would be likely to pass for Alexa was Denaasi? They both had blonde hair, and were roughly the same size and shape. Emily knew she was on the right lines, it had to be Denaasi, and for some reason she had killed her own bodyguards and imprisoned her champion. What on earth was she hoping to achieve? Perhaps Denaasi was actually an imposter from the Saviours, and the real Queen was imprisoned somewhere in the enemy camp? She made a new plan in her head. Step one, escape from this horrible wooden frame. Step two, infiltrate the enemy camp. Step three, find and rescue the real Denaasi. Step four, kill the fake Denaasi, replace her with the real Queen, and save the Holy Order from certain defeat.

Both plans were good, Emily thought, and certain to succeed. But she wasn't quite decided which one to follow. Should she go after Allegra, the meek handmaiden and possible murderer? Or Denaasi's evil imposter?