"My name is Ellewine and I am a great warrior I tell you!" I, or rather the character I was playing as, repeated ferociously. "This is a disgrace!"
"Pour me some wine bitch," one of the mercenaries ordered while not taking his eyes off my tits. That's all the men were looking at, my naked body and nothing more.
It was morning, and the warband was having breakfast. I was there, completely naked, collared and chained, as the slave maid of the group, serving drinks to the fully clothed men who were all superior to me by default.
"She has amazing tits, doesn't she?" Milo asked.
"Fabulous," one of the men answered.
"Are you fuckers even listening to me?!"
"I think the bitch is talking," Malcolm said. "What is it, slut?"
I repeated to them that I was a respected warrior, no different from them, and that their misogynistic treatment of me was unforgivable.
"Hear that lads?" Collin said. "The girl wants a man's place."
They all laughed mockingly. The two guys next to me gave my ass a spank each. I just stayed there, standing with the tray in my hands and an angry expression that was hiding the arousal and excitement I was feeling.
One of the mercenary characters called Eomir suggested an idea: that I write a letter explaining why I was worthy to be treated as an equal among this fellowship of men.
"We'll read it out loud and decide if your arguments are valid," he said.
I was about to thank them for their fairness, when Milo came up with an idea.
"But," he said, "you'll have to write it without your hands."
"Huh?" I said. "Then how do I write it?"
He gestured for me to climb on the large table in the middle of the encampment. At first, I thought he wanted me standing on it, but he quickly grabbed my hair and pulled me down on all fours.
"Crawl to the middle," he ordered, slapping my ass. I obeyed. Once I was in the middle of the table, naked and on all fours, surrounded by all those men, Ryan brought a piece of parchment and a quill pen and placed them in front of me.
"Open your whore mouth," Ryan ordered. I did so, and he placed the quill pen between my teeth. I closed my mouth, and I was now holding the pen with my teeth, the writing tip towards the parchment.
"You're writing like this," Milo said. "Go on, start."
I groaned at the injustice. How was I supposed to do this? I brought my head down and dipped the pen in the ink. The instant I was about to make contact with the parchment, a sharp, painful slap hit my bare butt, and it made me draw a line instead of writing letters.
"Don't mind us," one of the men said. "Just enjoying the sound of this beautiful ass you have."
After that, the slaps just multiplied. I was barely able to write coherently, as the sudden sharp pain of the slaps made me shake every time, and I generally wasn't used to holding a pen in my mouth, you know? The entire fifteen men gang was slapping away at my bare ass in the most degrading way possible while I tried to write like a bitch on all fours who was eating from a bowl with her mouth.
The utter and complete humiliation went on for minutes, until I had finally given up and decided I'd written enough. By that point, my ass felt like it was burning. Milo took the parchment and looked at it. Surprisingly, my hand... well, "mouth writing" was somewhat intelligible, and he read it out loud. I had written how I was every bit their equal, how my expertise in combat could help them win, how I was respected warrior in the other kingdoms, and how my deeds in other battlefields earned me the same respect they deserved.
"Fair enough points," the mercenary called Logan said. "But every discussion has its two sides of the coin. Let's look at the other side of the argument."
Logan pulled me by my hair and threw me off the table only to make me stand up again, pulling my head back so my tits were more shown off.
"First counter-argument," he said, "those amazing tits. Look at them. Perky, round, the perfect kind of medium sized breasts a lass should have." He was walking me in front of all the men like an item being shown off for a sales pitch.
"Second argument," Malcolm added, slapping my ass, "this perfect, tight little ass. The acoustics of it are absolutely perfect when slapped. No girl with an ass like this can be meant to wear armor."
They kept on listing arguments, all of them essentially about how my bare body was pleasing to the male gaze, and that this was proof that I was meant to be sexualized, not treated with dignity and respect.
"I'd also add the perfection with which she serves food and drinks," another mercenary added, as I was being thrown around from man to man who pulled my hair and showed off a certain part of my body.
Collin grabbed my arm and turned me towards the mercenary group. "I think our evaluation has proved its point. The bitch's usefulness as eye candy and as a submissive far outweighs anything she has to offer as a warrior. Therefore, I move that she be kept as she is, in the place where she belongs."
