"I had thought that we would never be sent to the place of public punishment," Gretel whispered, fear in her eyes as we were herded toward the very dread place that she spoke of, "Mistress Jarvinia has never sent any of her slaves to that place."
The smack of the paddle caught Gretel on her naked buttocks and the girl who was wielding it admonished my naked cohort, "Slaves do not need to speak!"
She was a village girl that Mistress Jarvinia had hired for eleven pence bring us to the place of public punishment. The girl was low-born and illiterate, however she wore skirts and boots and aprons and held a leather paddle in her hand, thus she outranked the naked, barefoot slaves that she was herding through the woods and into the village to be punished.
Mistress Jarvinia had been outraged and Gretel, Hansel and even I for behavior we had engaged in while asleep. Apparently our mistress has the ability to view the actions we take in our dreams and as we dreamt of escaping, we were to be punished as if we had truly attempted to escape from her house.
"This is too bitter," I thought as the common girl herded me with occasional cracks of the paddle against my bare buttocks and thighs.
"We would never truly attempt to escape! How cruel it is that we are to be punished for something we did in a dream?"
The cobblestone of the village lanes felt different underneath my bare feet than the soft grassy ground of the open fields; or the rough tree roots of the forest; however the girl with the paddle didn't seem to notice. She steered us to our destination with the same haste, no matter what sort of surface we trod on.
When we reached the village it seemed that hundreds of eyes were upon me. Women in their fancy white aprons and wooden shoes, and the men in their rawhide boots and leather jerkins all stared with open interest at my naked sex and defenseless, quivering breasts as the cruel girl made us run through the lanes to our destination.
The girl with the paddle marched us through yet another street and saw that the naked slave-girls being escorted by other watchpersons were forced to walk with their arms folded behind their backs, forcing their breasts out awkwardly, making the princesses seem more vulnerable.
Apparently inspired by this, our overseer cracked her paddle against our sore buttocks and called out,
"At a trot, with heads up, arms behind your backs! Thrust those pretty breasts forward so that all of the people shall have a good look!"
My breasts jutted forward awkwardly in this position and seemed to ache as the village girl forced us to march all the faster.
"The Place of Public Punishment," the girl announced as we finally reached the crowded square, filled with tormented, naked slaves and common men and women, eager to abuse and discipline us and cause us to sob in despair, pain and humiliation.
"It is exactly what rebellious slaves like you deserve," the girl continued and she reached for one of my throbbing nipples, so prominently displayed as my breasts jutted forward in the awkward posture I'd been ordered to hold. The cruel girl then pinched and tugged on the poor, little pink nub.
She similarly took hold of one of Gretel's nipples and we both gasped as we were led over to a row of pillories in a nearby clearing.
Two unfortunate princesses were already bent over and trapped in the horrid devices, however there were plenty of empty pillories available. Gretel and I were each compelled to stand in front of one and bend over at the waist and stand with our legs indecently far apart and place our necks and wrists into the awaiting half circles and await our fate.
I looked over at Gretel's nearby, terrified face as an upper yoke came down with a loud thump to hold her helplessly in place. I could not fail to notice how vulnerable her moist sex and naked buttocks were while she was bent over in this position. The poor girl's sex and buttocks were utterly unprotected and available to any kind of abuse that the vicious local could devise. Within scant seconds, an almost identical board came down, trapping my wrists and head in a pillory as well.
I waved at her and felt my face heat up with shame at how flagrantly my sex and anus must be exposed to these lowborn villagers and on the heels of that thought a crowd closed around Gretel's helpless nudity as well as my own.
"Very pretty princess," I heard one female voice say, "I suspect she thinks that she's better than us."
I groaned as my exposed anus was stroked and a dark-haired girl came to kneel in front of me. She was about my age, yet her velvet bodice and white linin blouse made me feel as if she were my elder. In my exposed, vulnerable state, every clothed person seemed superior to me.
The dark haired girl kissed me fiercely and I could do nothing to turn her away. And while my mouth was gagged by the passionate kisses of this lowborn girl, the unseen girl that had been playing with my anus began to cruelly tease my open sex, stroking it with her fingers and causing me to moan into the mouth of the other girl.
While the dark-haired girl continued to kiss me and forced her tongue into my mouth, I heard the sounds of girlish laughter behind me and it seemed as if a variety of female hands were taking turns at idly stroking and teasing my exposed pubis.
My legs trembled and I continued to moan into the mouth of this female, feeling the throbbing in my sex reach a fever pitch. And just when it seemed that a much-needed climax was imminent, I felt cruel fingers pinch my swollen, sensitive pubic lips. I squirmed and yelped in pain. It was a wicked place to pinch a girl; however the girl who had possession of my sex was not concerned with being kind to me.
"That made her jump," one female voice behind me declared.
"Don't forget the other side," another female voice suggested, and soon I felt another sharp pain as the swollen, sensitive folds of my labia were pinched in a different location.
Hopeless tears were flowing down my face as some unknown wicked girl cruelly pinched the inner and outer folds of my vulva. I sobbed and vainly wagged my hips in an attempt to evade the cruel fingers that tortured me so. The desire to break free and cover my poor abused sex was irresistible and yet impossible. And then those cruel fingers found my hardened, aching clitoris and pinched hard at it. A long whimpering wail erupted from my mouth and I rocked my hips, however the cruel fingers abusing my clitoris did not let go.
"Libidinous wench," one of the wicked girls taunted me, "This is what you deserve!"
