Walk of shame.

The Street of Serpents runs through the heart of the city of Redfathom, all the way from the Witchstone Gate to the bustling docks that welcome ships from all across the Sea of Fangs. It winds and slithers unpredictably through the city's neighbourhoods, coiling around the red-light district, creeping on its belly through the spice markets, curving sinuously in between the tenements and laboratories of the alchemists' quarter. Walking its full length, Rinelda tells me, takes almost three hours.

She pats my bottom. "Better get moving, then."

Her guards pull away a silk curtain, exposing me to the gathered crowds. I'm standing on a wooden platform in the muddy square before the Witchstone Gate, looking out over a bustling sea of people. And being looked at. Rinelda not only bribed the town magistrates to let her punish me however she wanted, she sent heralds ahead to tell everyone in the city that I'd be coming down the street. The people of Redfathom love a spectacle. They're all assembled to watch - peasants, prostitutes, smiths, sailors, millers, mercenaries, wizards, wenches, apple-sellers and aristocrats. I knew it was coming, and I'd prepared myself, but it's so much more embarrassing than I could ever have expected. Rinelda claps a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles as she sees the expression on my face. The bitch is absolutely loving it, and there's nothing I can do to stop her.

I'm naked. Nude. No clothes on at all. Tits out, bum bare, pussy presented to my laughing, mocking audience. Hands rope-harnessed behind my back so I can't cover up, not even a tiny little bit. Everything is on display. The crowd erupts into cheers, catcalls, wolf-whistles and deeply personal comments about my body as they see me revealed in all my undressed, red-faced, brilliantly blushing glory. It's so humiliating I don't even have words to describe it.

And worse is to come. Rinelda couldn't stop laughing when she told me what my punishment was going to be. I've been squirming in anticipation for hours, desperately trying to figure out how to get away. To stand naked in front of everyone is bad enough, but to walk naked? Across the whole city? It's the most demeaning fate I can think of, and there's no way out of it. I'm overcome with shame, cowering under the weight of everyone's gaze and thinking of nothing but how badly I want to sink into the earth and hide. But my **** has only just begun.

I take the first step, down off the wooden platform. Mud squishes between my toes. The crowd parts to make a path for me, showing me the way forward. I'm surrounded by thousands of leering, lustful, gawking eyes, all delighting in my embarrassment and my pretty pink nudity, as I take the next few steps of my ordeal. Rinelda is following me, riding in a sedan chair carried by four burly slaves, chuckling to herself as I'm obliged to wiggle my pert little bottom for her pleasure.

An overripe tomato comes sailing out of the crowd, thrown by an unseen hand. It splats against my left breast, covering me with sticky tomato pulp and making me look completely ridiculous. The crowd roars with laughter as more tomatoes come flying, some missing, some scoring direct hits against my unprotected body. I can hear a chant beginning to emerge.

"Shame! Shame! Shame!"

I want to run but I can't. Rinelda's still controlling me, and if she wants me to walk I have to walk. It's going to be a very long three hours.