To the center of the village

It is not long before the chief stops. You finally look up at where you are and find yourself at the intersection of three different streets in the middle of the village. At one of the corners, several goblins are busy finishing up construction on some device made of wood and cloth.

"Since you are so willing to give yourself to anyone who passes by, I think this is a fitting, permanent punishment for a slut like you." The chief smiles as he gestures towards the device. You aren't completely sure what it is for, until you notice several sets of leather straps being fastened in place.

"All done, Chief!" one of the goblins gives a smug salute before going back to other duties.

"Thank you, Kang," the chief nods back politely. "You two!" he shouts to the other goblins still putting tools away. "Secure her in!"

"Yes, Chief!" they both chant in unison as they immediately drop what they are doing and take positions on either side of you. Before you can give any resistance each of them grabs one of your wrists and begins pulling you towards their completed project. You don't have the strength to pull yourself free as you take one obstinate step after another. Soon, as you are positioned over the device, you finally realize what the strange shape is for.

You are **** onto your knees, your legs spread straddling the back end of this thing before your ankles are strapped into place, locking your legs into a wide, **** stance. At least your knees are resting on some cloth padding - your kneeling position is uncomfortable but bearable. You are **** to bend over as your neck is positioned into the bottom half of an upright, padded section before the other half is closed and locked on top of you. You hear the click of your body being locked into place in this position. Combined with your knees **** to be spread, your round ass is **** into the air, exposing both of your holes to anyone walking by. Finally, your wrists are secured to another set of straps beneath you. This **** hands-and-knees position is uncomfortable but bearable, but once locked in you have almost no freedom of movement at all. In a panic you try to pull yourself free for a moment but quickly give up when you don't feel the straps give at all.

The chief, sensing your panic, steps around you so that he can look you in the eyes. "I hope you are comfortable," he starts with a sarcastic smile. "You served my guards so well. I think having you here, serving the entire village, is a fitting place for you."

Your eyes go wide as you process his words. You futilely try to shake yourself free again, but the chief only laughs as the only thing you really accomplish is to wag your ass back and forth at anyone watching.

"Don't worry, slut, we'll keep you fed and whatnot. We're not savages. But I do think this is a fitting punishment for defying me!" He punctuates the finality of his words by stepping beside you and planting a firm smack on your ass cheek. "And as is fitting of my position, I should be first!"