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"You're found guilty of theft and disrespect to the magistrate. For those crimes your body is forfeit for a period no less than three days. You will serve your sentence in the county penitence hall where your punishment will be meted out by the good citizens of this country," the judge said, blood red robes and dull chainmail draped over him.

"Wait, I haven't been allowed to defend myself, your honor," Laurana said as the two bailiffs closed in on her, leers plastered over their faces where they weren't hidden by the leather hoods they wore. "Please, hear me out-"

"Quiet, whore!" one of the bailiffs yelled, grabbing Laurana by the neck and slamming her forward over the podium in front of her. The other bailiff seized her hands, manacled behind her back, and took hold of the chain while the first bailiff clipped a lead onto the collar Laurana had been fitted with upon being arrested.

Laurana gasped for breath as she was jerked upright by the lead and shoved back towards the door of the courtroom. She staggered down the aisle, vague glimpses of leering male faces filling the benches to one side and a scattering of pale, terror-stricken female faces on the other.

"Party at the penitence hall, boys!" someone yelled from the crowd and there was a cheer that filled the courtroom.

"You're gonna get the punishment of a lifetime, you filthy city slut!" another man yelled. Other men took up the chant of, "Slut! Slut! Slut!" and a couple of the ones nearest her made a lunge for her only to be brutally smashed down by the billy clubs of the bailiffs.

"Order! Order in the court this instant!" the judge roared, slamming his warhammer down against the steel surface of his tall desk. Sparks rose from the fury of his blows and the courtroom silenced immediately. "Next man who breaks the peace will be thrown into the lockup for a week!"

Laurana wondered why this seemed to cow the men so suddenly. They had been ready to riot a second ago. But they still all watched her out of the corner of their eyes and their expressions were rapidly changing from fear to glee as they elbowed each other and licked their lips.

"You're not gonna be able to walk straight when we're done with you, whore," one whispered as Laurana was pushed through the doorway and out into the town square.

It had been meant as a shortcut through the mountains, a faster way to get to the north after another round of punishing negotiations with the Lemishites and the minotaurs. Unseasonable storms had kept all the ships penned in the harbors and the captains said it was unlikely to get any better for weeks, if not months. The few captains who weren't cursing and drinking away their sorrow at being trapped in harbor instead of making the last run of the season weren't interested in her troubles.

"Go ride a dragon," one had angrily said to her when she had tried to get him to sail her to Palanthas. "Umberlee doesn't care how much steel you've got this late in the season. You'll have to head north and get a ship past the Maelstrom."

Laurana had ached to commandeer one of the messenger dragons but in her heart she knew she couldn't tie up one with taking her back to Palanthas, a trip that would be a good week by dragonback. She settled on riding one with a surly messenger who kept trying to grope her to an outpost just a week away from the norther port cities. She'd need to cross the mountains but then she should be free to find a vessel that was sailing for Palanthas.

But at the outpost she had learned that the quickest route was already blocked by snow and suicide to attempt. The lower passes were still open but she'd have to take a detour and lose another week.

In desperation she had joined up with a small trader's caravan whose master said he knew a quick way through the mountains. The pass was narrow, barely enough for his carts and small wagons, but it was there. There was even a small country located in a wide mountain valley where they'd stop at the midpoint.

The journey had been trying at the least and infuriating at the most. The caravan master had thought to take more than her steel in payment for the trip and she'd had to break his nose before he and his hired thugs left her alone. But then they had reached the mountain country and she'd decided to ride ahead of the caravan and try to find some local to guide her the rest of the way. The caravan master had warned her not to leave, citing vague threats of local customs. But she was a trained diplomat and if she could deal with Lemishites and minotaurs then she could deal with mountain yokels.

She'd ridden into a fairly normal seeming town, even if it was rather heavily fortified. And the people had been some of the most dour she'd met in her travels. There were almost no women out on the streets and the few that were traveled with armed male escorts.

She had stopped at the market square and dismounted by the water fountain to take a drink. As soon as her hand touched the water a great alarm sounded and a half-dozen guards poured out of a dark guard post to seize her. She'd been too stunned by the over reaction to even fight back. Not that she could have when they were each dressed head to toe in dark steel plate and carrying long spears and heavy tower shields.

Then she'd been dragged to the courthouse for that sham of a trial and now she knelt chained in a large, tiled cell in what they had called the penitence hall. They'd confiscated her clothes when she'd arrived. Well, more like ripped them from her body, and forced her to wear a short linen shift that barely covered her.

As foul and humiliating that treatment was, she'd seen prisoners treated similarly all over Ansalon. And the guards had been professional. None of them had tried to grope her naked body as she squirmed into her shift. They hadn't even seemed to leer at her either, mostly they seemed bored or vaguely impatient as they had led her down the hall to her cell.

They were strange mountain people, she though as she knelt. Definitely overzealous in their approach to law and order, she thought as she tugged at the chain leading to her collar. She could lay down if she was right by the wall and she did wonder why they bothered to chain prisoners inside a cell with a massively thick wooden door. She couldn't even hear a sound from outside the door and hadn't heard any other prisoners as she had walked by other doors on the way to her cell.

Now there was just the question of her punishment. The men in the court had been perfectly vile in their tone and manner, but perhaps they were also criminals waiting their sentencing. If they were also on trial for drinking some water from a fountain then they had a right to be angry at least.

Three days punishment, she wondered to herself. She supposed they had a mine or quarry or perhaps a logging camp. It wouldn't be pleasant but she'd worked herself harder during the war. And she could spend the time planning on how much she'd bleed them for when she came back with a Palanthian legal team and a squad of dragonriders. These inbred hicks had arrested the wrong traveler.

She jumped as a slot in the door slammed open and a guard looked in on her.

"Oy, on yer feet, face the wall. Hands on the wall, head down," he snapped. Laurana rose slowly and obeyed, chain clinking. She heard the door open and she started to look behind her but froze at the sound of a crop being cracked.

"Don't look up, bitch!" the guard yelled. "Spread those legs and get that ass out!" There was a horrible thunk as the door closed behind him, sealing out the hallway.

Laurana froze in horror. What was going on? This must be some rogue guard-

She yelped as the crop slashed down and slapped against her ass. "Now, slut!" the guard roared and then knocked her legs apart with his booted feet when she didn't react. "That's gonna cost you later," he whispered in her ear as he took hold of her hair and held her head down.

"What are you doing? This is intolerable treatment! I am an ambassador of-" Laurana screamed as the crop was brought down on her ass again.

"Yer just a slut working off her duty in here," he grunted. Laurana gasped in horror as the crop lifted her shift and then slid between her spread thighs. She tried to close her legs but the guard knocked them back apart with his feet.

"Stop it, stop it, you can't do this to me!" Laurana cried out as the tip of the crop ran over her bare pussy. The leather was cold against her and she moaned in disgust as he pushed the tip of the crop between her nether lips.

Laurana jerked around and smashed her fist into guard's face as he leered at her exposed backside. The crop dropped to the ground and the guard followed, out cold. Laurana knelt and furiously searched him, finding a key ring on his belt. She had her collar open and was searching the guard for a weapon when she heard the sound of the door being swung open again.

"Got a fighter, here, don't we?" the guard standing there said. "Foreign city sluts always try to fight the law." He turned to the other guards. "Go prep the Room, our little elf slut here has decided to do things the hard way."

Laurana backed into the corner, heart pounding as the guard tapped his billy club against his palm. "See, this being your first offense and all, you were going to get off easy, especially since his honor knows you city sluts ain't got a clue on how to behave properly."

"You're a bunch of savages!" Laurana hissed.

"Oh really? Well, we were going to take you to a nice room with a bed and all the water you'd want. You were going to get away with just having to fuck his honor a few times, that would have been real easy. He doesn't last long, especially with elves." The other guards chortled. "Passes out maybe a couple minutes in. But seeing how you assaulted a guard, you're going to get treated like a repeat offender and that means you'll be doing penitence all night. Ain't going to be just one judge, slut. We've got a whole town waiting to make sure you get your punishment."

The guard waved and two other guards moved in holding poles with loops of rope dangling from the end. With practiced ease they slipped the loops over Laurana's head despite her best efforts to fight them off.

"Room's ready, sir," a guard said from the hallway. "I think Jorgleson blabbed 'cause there's already a line waiting."

"Fucking bastard, he goes to the end of the line if he likes it so much, we're first with the slut."

"I call her mouth," a guard holding one pole said. "She's feisty, bet she's real good with her mouth."

"Ass," the other guard holding Laurana said to her mounting horror. "I've never gotten first crack at an elf ass," he said to the other guards. "They're still tight by the time I've had 'em, but I always wondered if they'd been even tighter the first time."

"You can't do this," Laurana moaned in terror. "This isn't- this isn't right."

"Well, I'll get her cunt," the leader of the guards said. "Feh, any chance this one's still a virgin?"

"This one?" a guard laughed. "Look at her, she probably won't even notice she's being fucked until the hundreth cock goes in." Laurana's eyes widened in horror. Surely they were exaggerating? Her mind was reeling with the thought of these few guards violating her, their hands groping and clutching at her while their cocks- she tried to shut out the thought and shook her head wildly.

"Yeah, you know these city sluts, they spread their legs as soon as you look at them. Sorry sarge, you shoulda called her ass faster." Laurana began to hyperventilate. This was a nightmare, she'd wake up back in her bed. This wasn't possible, this casual banter about her imminent gang-rape, being treated like a piece of meat, a paid for whore.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get the next one," the sergeant said as he led the group out of the cell with Laurana in tow. "Hey, we caught that wilder elf bitch, she been processed for punishment yet?"

"Oh, hey, she hasn't, sarge," one said as they walked down the stairs.

"I've got her ass then," the sergeant said. "In fact, bring her up once the first couple dozen or so are done with this slut. The elves can put on a little show, maybe dance a little, eh?" he said with a wink and leer to Laurana.

She couldn't help but whimper as they turned a corner and walked towards the open double doors leading into a large room the size of an auditorium. There were a variety of tables, benches, racks, and frames for holding the human body. And there in the center was a pillory mounted on a large, tall platform. And waiting in an impatient queue lined around the edges of the room and watched by a half-dozen surly guards in full armor, were the men from the courthouse, their eyes fixed on Laurana's struggling form.

Laurana winced and moaned with each step as she was led from the torment of the punishment room and through the corridors of the penitence hall. The cold floor sent prickles through her bare feet and raised goosebumps on her naked body. Her hands had been bound behind her once again and she was led by guards holding poles with loops of rope on the end. One yawned widely and the other laughed and yawned too.

"Long night, eh, slut?" the one on her left said. Laurana trembled and looked down at the tile floor as she hobbled down the corridor.

"Surprised she can even walk, guess she's used to nights like last night," the other said with a leer.

Laurana barely suppressed a sob. Each step sent throbbing aches through her body. Even the hardest fought battle hadn't left her in this condition. Every muscle ached and her hands and jaw were sore from the attention she had been forced to give to what seemed like an endless stream of men and their seed.

Laurana staggered and was shoved upright by one of the guards. She could feel the men's seed dribbling out of her still. Even after that poor Kagonesti wench had been forced to lick her clean over and over until Laurana was screaming and sobbing out a helpless orgasm.

"Time for your public appearance, slut," one of the guards said. "Check yourself out and make sure you're presentable."

Laurana looked up in a daze and saw a filthy wanton staring back at her in the full-length mirror standing just inside the main entrance to the hall. The elf woman she saw was splattered with drying streaks of come, long trails of it caked in her hair and in the golden bush between her thighs.

Laurana swooned and had to rest her hands on the mirror frame to steady herself. That close to the mirror she could see the tracks her tears had left in the come splattered across her face. She could smell her own breath, stinking with the men's seed she'd been forced to take and swallow.

As she leaned back she could see the reddened marks on her breasts left by countless men groping her mounds, squeezing and kneading them over and over, their fingers teasing and pinching her still sore nipples. She shuddered when she saw the long caking streaks of come on her neck, trailing down to her breasts from when the men had gotten tired of violating her pussy and mouth and had fucked her breasts, making her squeeze them together for them to push their cocks between until they finally shot their load onto her neck and tits.

"Pretty as a picture," the guard said. "Let's go."

Laurana slowly followed, tears of utter shame and humiliation welling in her eyes again. She had thought she had run out of tears during the night after countless men had violated her, their laughs and jeers filling her ears as they grunted and thrust.

There was a roar of applause and cheers as she was led out of the hall and down the steps into the square. What seemed like the entire town had turned out and they were whistling and catcalling as she was stopped and forced to turn to show the come caked on her back and ass, her ass still red from the stinging spanks delivered by the men mounting her from behind.

Then, to Laurana's continued humiliation, she was forced to bend over, the guards pushing her head down with their poles.

"Spread those legs," one guard said matter of factly. Laurana was shaking and tears continued to trickle down her face and she could barely move her legs. With a grunt of annoyance the guard knocked her slender legs apart until her violated pussy was bared for the crowd's pleasure. There was another roar of laughter and approval as the guard gripped her sore ass and spread her cheeks so the crowd could see how she had been taken there and the dried come there.

"Let this serve as evidence that this harlot, this criminal," the judge cried out to the crowd, "has been thoroughly punished to the full extent of the law! Let all see that this foreign whore has received justice as is fitting and has been treated as is warranted by her behavior and slatternly disregard for our law!"

Laurana moaned and tried to choke back her tears as she was held in that humiliating position for another minute, the guards forcing her to turn herself back and forth so the entire crowd could have a good view of her shame. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she was allowed to straighten. Even the humiliation of standing naked, the evidence of being used by dozens of men on clear display, was better than having to bend and spread herself before the crowd.

"Oh my, I can only once again express how sorry I am for bringing this disreputable whore into your fine country, my lord," she heard someone say. She looked over her shoulder and with a sinking sensation in her stomach she recognized the merchant she had traveled with.

"As well you should be, sir," the judge said. "I trust you'll be more watchful as you leave our country. I'm letting you go without a fine this time but should this harlot escape and break the law once more there will be stiff fiscal penalties for your venture."

"Of course, of course, my lord," the merchant said. "I take full responsibility for removing this back alley trash from this country. She will trouble you no longer."

"Y-you bastard," Laurana whispered as the merchant walked over and wrinkled his nose at the pervasive smell of sex rising from the elf maiden.

"Now now, ambassador, you should thank me," he said.

"Thank you?"

"If I wasn't here to take responsibility for you then you'd be forced to work off the rest of your sentence and the mandatory fines and fees," he said. "This way you get out of the country without having to spend another couple months on your back. Of course, if you'd prefer to earn your freedom that way-" he turned and Laurana cursed herself for how quickly she begged him to come back.

"Please, just take me with you," she said through gritted teeth.

"Of course," he said with a wink before turning back to the judge. "I've talked with the whore and she agrees completely. I'll be on my way as soon as possible."

"Good, good," the judge said. "Let's just finish up the last part of the sentence."

Laurana froze, ice running up and down her spine as her eyes widened and she began to shake uncontrollably. There was more? Her eyes darted around the crowd, seeing the leering faces there and the eager whisperes among the men.

"The prisoner will cleanse herself and declare her penitence," the judge said.

Laurana's heart pounded as the two guards led her to the side of the stairs where there was a large metal grate set in the ground. An equally large water pump stood beside it with a long handle that was attached to the pump over Laurana's head.

Laurana sighed as the loops of rope were removed and she stood shakily, thighs clenched together, trying not to look at the crowd. She was unable to block out their voices though and she heard men commenting on how well she had held up all last night and how skillfully she had sucked their cocks.

"Best whore I've ever had," she heard one saying. "Took my cock down her throat like she was born to it."

"Tightest arse too, I'd have said she was a virgin except she was spreading her legs like a professional from the start," another said.

"She's an elf, they're all born whores!" the first said to a peal of laughter.

"Clean yourself, harlot," the judge said as he removed her manacles and let Laurana rub her aching neck and shoulders. She spun away from the crowd, trying to hide her shame as she stood by the pump.

"Oh, I don't know, your honore, maybe you shouldn't make her?" the merchant said. "I mean, I'm not entirely sure she dislikes her current state."

"We're not in the business of letting sluts do what they like," the judge said darkly.

"I know, I know, your honor," the merchant said. "But look at her now, I think she's an example of how sluts should be treated and how that treatment will turn out. Perhaps if you leave her like that she could serve as an example?"

The judge contemplated this as he studied Laurana. She felt his eyes on her and she cringed in shame, silently praying that she could at least have the tiny dignity of cleaning herself of the filth of so many men.

"No," the judge finally said. "From my reports and personal observations this harlot enjoyed her punishment far too much to be allowed to wear the results as some sort of badge of honor. She will clean herself now for the good of the country. I won't have a harlot prancing about displaying her whorishness to all and sundry without care or dignity."

Laurana looked up at the pump lever and moaned to herself. She'd have to stretch on her tip toes to reach the lever, maybe even jump. "Do it, whore!" the judge said. "We don't have all day!"

Laurana bit back tears and reached upwards, her back arching as she stood on her tip toes, breasts thrust forward for those of the crowd standing to her side. There were whistles of appreciation at the sight and repeated comments of how much they had enjoyed squeezing and sucking on her breasts.

Laurana tried not to cry when she realized she couldn't quite reach the lever. Stretch as she could, her breasts jiggling as she bounced on her toes, she couldn't reach it. With a sob, she jumped and grabbed the lever, pulling it down with her weight and sending a flood of icy cold water sluicing over her.

She shrieked as the mountain cold water ran down her body, sending a milky white froth of water and come spilling down the grate. Her nipples were burning as they hardened and stood from her breasts. Her entire body trembled, her breasts jiggling as she pushed the lever up and hauled it down again, sending more water over her body.

Laurana's teeth chattered uncontrollably as she worked the pump with one hand and scrubbed at her soiled body with the other. Her hair was the hardest part to clean, the seed had been caked in so thoroughly in some spots. But at long last she was done, cleaner and chilled to the bone, huddling with her arms around her breasts and vainly trying to cover her crotch as the crowd cheered and applauded the show.

Laurana sighed gratefully as the merchant threw her a towel. She dried herself quickly, scrubbing away at the last stubborn patches of come still stuck to her thighs. But when she tried to wrap herself in the towel it was yanked away by the guards.

"State property, slut," he said. "You're wearing this until you get across the border."

Laurana's jaw dropped as they produced the stocks. A smaller, lighter version of the pillory she had been trapped in for the first degrading hour of the previous night, she didn't have the will to resist as they clamped her wrists and neck into the boards.

She could only close her eyes and shudder as they attached a chain to the front of the stocks and handed the end to the merchant. Then a guard moved behind her and carefully pinned a thick sheath of paper to the back of the stocks. She could feel it hanging down and brushing against her shoulder blades as she walked.

"What- what is that?" she whispered to the merchant as she followed him towards his wagon. The crowd parted slowly, the men still leering at her with dreadful eyes.

"Just a list of your crimes and punishment," the merchant said. "Nothing to worry about."

He tied the chain to a bracket at the end of his wagon and climbed aboard as his guards climbed onto their horses with grins and leers directed at the flushed, shuddering elf princess standing dejectedly by the wagon. Neither her or his guards mentioned the fifty clean pages of paper with clear lines and the legend, "Punisher Log - All citizens must sign log before punishing crimnal. Log must be complete prior to prisoner release at border."

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