Novella
Chapter 3 of 7
Time passed and nobody came into the room. Also Sally did not return, after being almost caught. Polly must have fallen asleep as she started to loudly snore, because her mouth was still held open by a ring gag with her tongue hanging out.
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As soon as polly started to snore, drooling on Felina from her gaping mouth, Felina decided to try her chance again. As quietly as possible, she pushed the door open and crawled out of her cage. She had to move on her knees and elbows and her nipples rings dragged on the floor. The worst was the chain attached to her clit-ring as it rattled on the floor bars of the cage, the bell jingling merrily. This was nerve wrecking for a thief accustomed to moving without making a noise. Thankfully, Polly was so exhausted she did not wake up.
Once the bell was out of the cage, it made less noise but there was still the sound of a chain dragging against a stone floor. The key was not too far, lying in a pool of sperm. She grabbed it and, pulling on her left nipple, she released the padlock attaching her left wrist to her left breast. She then released her right hand. With a sigh of relief, she stretched her cramped arms, which had been kept folded for so many hours. Reaching for her crotch, she then unlocked the padlocks on her labia rings, releasing her legs.
Alas, that was all she could release now. Everything else was riveted or hammered. At least, she was not wearing those horrible steel shoes. She was naked, marked with rings and brands, she wore a heavy collar around her neck and she had a bell chained to her clit… but at least she could move freely, swiftly and silently. Without Sally to betray her, this was her best, and probably last, opportunity to break free. She had to do it now, before sunrise, although she had no way to tell how much time she had.
As her tongue was still hanging against her chin, she pushed the big, heavy ring into her mouth, stretching the corners of her lips in the process. The ring fit entirely into her mouth, allowing to keep it closed. However, it would be difficult to talk normally with it, and she could not clench her teeth as the piece of steel was in the way.
She stood up, causing the clit chain to stretch her clitoris painfully and the bell to ring again. Her heart skipped a beat and she reached for her crotch, grabbing the bell to silence it. She tried to crush it in her palm but it was sturdy and made to resist this kind of move. If she wanted to move quietly, she would have to keep the bell in her left hand all along. With a grimace of disgust, she felt sperm running down her inner thighs out of her gaping nether holes.
She went to the door and tried to open it, but of course it was locked. Thankfully, she still had her makeshift picks hidden in her messy, cum-soaked hair. She reached for her scalp and pulled her tools out. She tied the padlock key to a strand of hair, close to her head, in case she needed it again.
In no time she had lockpicked the door and was padding silently through the dungeon that had seen so much abuse of her body. She climbed the stairs, remembering to avoid the creaky step. At the top, she considered her options. She only knew two exit and the one leading to the backyard seemed the best choice. At least she knew the way. But first, she tiptoed to the end of the corridor she had taken with Polly, to see if she could find another cape to help hiding all those slave marks. If she did not find one, she would just leave the brothel through the backdoor and attempt to find clothes elsewhere.
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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The corridor was completely empty, that meant that there was also no cape. Felina had a bit more luck, when she tried the backdoor. It was unlocked. The door creaked, but there was no reaction from inside the house.
The courtyard seemed to be empty. The well in its center was bathed in moon light. The almost full moon was clearly visible in the cloudless sky, which was already getting brighter in the east, the first signs of a new day.
Polly had told her the truth regarding the gate to the street, it was closed and a heavy drawbar was securing it.
There a few other buildings. The stable, in which Felina had spent a night tied up in a horse box. And on the other side of the courtyard was the warehouse, where the entrance to the hideout of the guild was hidden.
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Felina took a deep breath of the chilly night air. This time she had made it. She was out of the brothel. The yard gate would pause no problem as she would just have to climb over it. All she had to do now was to find clothes to hide her skin and disappear, to leave the city forever. She would go look for a smith in a village where no one knew of Madame Rouge and her brothel, he would remove those shackles and piercings and only the brands would remain, easy to hide under clothes.
But first, she had to go to Mr Goffrey and explain how she had so miserably failed. He would be disappointed but he had to know so that he could plan for something else.
She padded silently to the gate, walking along the walls that were in the shadow of the moon. The gate was tall, taller than her, armed with spikes at the top to keep intruders out, still, there was enough space between them and the top of the door frame. Climbing over it would be easy. At least normally. In her current state however, the difficulty was to do it silently with all the metalware that clung to and dangled from her body. She would need both hands to climb and manoeuvre herself over the spikes, which meant she could not hold that damned clit bell. The chain would rattle against the bars, the bell would ring. She shuddered and cursed that thing. It would have been so much easier the day before, if Sally had not betrayed her.
Felina soon found a solution though. She pushed the bell into her anus. It was still gaping and oozing sperm but she hopefully it would hold the noisy device long enough. She pushed it as deep as she could so that the chain was wrapped against her vulva and went into her rectum as well. Once done, she wiped her cum-covered fingers on her thighs, which were already all encrusted with dried jism anyway. She hid her pick tools in her hair, next to her scalp, as before.
Then she grabbed the thick square bars, pressed her bare feet against them and easily reached the top. She had to be careful not to touch the metal with her nipple or nose rings, as well as with her shackles. The heavy collar disturbed her balance a bit too. She just had to be prudent. She felt the bell move inside her ass. The clapper even tried to ring, sending strange sensations up her rectum. At the top of the gate, she pushed the bell back up her ass as it had started to slide down the cum-lubricated, gaping tunnel.
Passing over the spikes proved tricky as her breasts hung freely under chest, with their rings dangling and ready to clan against the gate. Her big nose ring was a problem too. She had to rub her back against the door frame to clear the spike. Once on the other side, she leaped down and landed silently on her bare feet, one hand against her crotch to prevent the bell from being jerked out of her ass.
She decided to keep it in that place for now, covering her crotch with her left hand, as she started walking fast along the shadowy side of the street. Her plan now was to put a few streets between her and the brothel at first, choosing the narrowest, lest-used passages. Then she would try to find clothes by breaking into a poor house. She could not go all the way to the merchant quarter stark naked.
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While Felina was climbing the gate, a low shadow came out of the half closed door of the stable. It was a large dog. It lifted its snout and it sniffed the air. Then its head turned towards the gate, where Felina had just reached the top. The dog leaped into action, barking and running towards the gate. But it was too late, Felina was already on the other side, the dog jumped against the gate, barking and clawing at the wood.
The street was deserted. But the dog's barking had woken up somebody in the house opposite the gate. On the second floor a shutter was opened. And a head appeared in the window. "Damn, Dog! Shut up!" A male voice shouted. He had not seen Felina yet.
The barking had also attracted the attention of a nearby guard patrol that had been only a street away. Their heavy boots could be heard on the pavement. Also their dog had started barking in response.
At the corner the light of the guards torches could already be seen. This left only one direction along the street, but that would lead Felina close by the main entrance of the brothel. There were a few doors along the street and also a lowered basement entrance, but the chances were nearly 100%, that they were all locked in this part of town. The patrol was already close, leaving not much time.
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Felina had not expected the dog. She has not seen or heard it all those past days, even during her night in the stable. The damn beast was waking up the entire area and she could even hear a patrol about to turn the corner into her street. There was only one option: run in the opposite direction, zoom past the brothel entrance that would hopefully be closed so late in the night, and hope that the patrol dog would be too distracted by the dog in the backyard to follow her traces.
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Running down the street, Felina was seen by the man leaning out of the window. "Hey, stop!" But Felina was already around the corner. The brothel's front door was closed and also nobody came bursting out, when she passed by. Though if she did not hold on to her crotch, the bell would slip out, pulling on her sensitive clit with every step and ring loudly.
Behind her she could hear the dogs barking at each other through the iron bars. The handler shouting for the dog to clam down. And the man calling down from the window, that he had seen somebody running down the street. Most likely a burglar surprised by the dog in the backyard.
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The brothel street was not a main one but still too wide for Felina’s comfort. She kept running until she found another narrow street that would lead her further away from the brothel and the patrol. Her bare feet made almost no noise on the cobblestones and she kept her left hand against her crotch to prevent the bell from falling out of her ass. Her breasts bounced painfully, their nipple rings swinging madly as she ran. Her nose ring hit against her lips with every step. The worst was the way her leg irons landed hard on her ankle bones. For now she just ignored the pain but she knew it would soon grow very painful once her ankles got too bruised and chafed. Her heavy collar also hurt but in a lesser measure.
As she ran, she kept an eye for any house that could look poor enough to be unlocked and unprotected. She badly needed clothes so that she could walk unnoticed through the city.
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The guards started to follow Felina in the direction the man in the window was pointing. They had to drag their dog away from the gate. But as soon as the other dog was out of sight, it started to listen to its handler again and put its snout on the ground and it started to follow Felina's track.
But the thief had significant lead, though another patrol was also heading in her general direction having heard the barking.
The alley was narrow and dark. There were crates littering the muddy and slippery ground. The back alley was used a dump by the inhabitants of the buildings. There were also shards of broken bottles hidden in the mud.
There were some backdoors leading into the houses, but a couple had planks nailed across them and the others were all locked.
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Felina heard the dog barks stop. That meant it was back on duty, or the patrol had abandoned its search. She was now far enough that the noise of their boots and armour was barely hearable. Yet, she hated dogs. The beasts would be able to follow her track forever, unless she found a way to lose them.
She knew that kind of streets as she often preferred to use them instead of the main avenues. She knew the people used them to dump all kinds of detritus, including broken glass. She always had to be careful, and even more now that she was barefoot, so she paid attention to where she stepped. This meant she could no longer run but walked swiftly. She was still too close to the patrol to feel safe.
Noticing a one-story house that had ivy covering its back wall, she decided to climb it. Her goal was to reach the roof and continue her trip there, jumping over the narrow streets when needed. She would be safe from the dogs there, and from the guards too, probably. She would also keep a sharp lookout for any clothes left to dry on the windows, or across the streets.
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To climb the ivy covered wall of the small house, Felina needed both hands. The shackles in her wrist and ankles were nuisance, as leaves tended to get caught on them.
When Felina was almost up the wall. The roof in arms reach, the bell poppep out of her anus and fell down, causing a painful tug on her clit. And it rang loudly, seemingly echoing in the narrow alley. Also the chain swung around and got caught on a branch, stopping Felina from pulling herself up on the roof.
The boots grew louder again as the guards drew closer. The dog came in few a the entrance of the alley. The guards had to be close behind, as one could be heard asking. "Is that a bell ringing?"
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Felina climbed that ivy with speed and agility, despite having her shackles and nipple rings at times getting stuck in leaves and twigs. Alas, just as she was about to get herself on the roof, her hands already holding on some tiles, the bell popped out of her distended anus. There was a fart, then a ringing of bell accompanied by rattling of chain, then a muffled gasp of pain as her clitoris was brutally yanked down. She clenched her eyes, trying not to let go off her hold on the roof as the pain had been so strong. She closed her thighs, trapping bell and chain between her legs, silencing them.
Her upper body was already lying on the roof while her legs were still at the wall. Their position was strange, as her feet were apart, clinging on two separate ivy stems while her knees were pressed together. Moreover, they formed an angle with the wall as she had had to climb past the roof eaves. As a result, her butt was overhanging above the street. In that position, she could not look down. Not that she could have seen much in the darkness. However, from what she could hear, it seemed the guards were not that far, close enough to hear the bell if it rang again.
She did not dare to move as it would certainly mean that the bell would escape the hold of her thighs. She could not decide how visible she was. It was still night, so hopefully she would not be visible, and the guard would not look up… but this was nerve-wracking. Her heart pounded so hard she was sure it could be heard from the street. Still, she remained perfectly motionless, her ears focused on what was happening below her.
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The dog led the guards into the alley right under Felina. There, the dog sniffed on the ground and turned in circles. "What is it? Have you lost the track?"
The guards lifted their torches higher to look around, but they only searched the ground. One guard spotted a couple of fresh ivy leaves on the guard, causing him to look up the wall. When he saw the pair of naked legs and the butt hanging over the roof, he began to laugh. The other looked at their comrade, who pointed up. "Look, I found a new moon." Also the others chuckled and one called up to Felina. "Nice ass, but you can come down now. We have a few questions."
One guard tried to jump up to grab Felina's ankle, but she was out of reach. After his failed attempt he looked around for something to use as a ladder step to give him an height advantage.
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Felina stayed frozen, half hanging from the roof, listening to the voices and movements underneath, hoping they would go without having seen her. When she heard that she had been discovered, she abandoned all concern for silence. She swung one leg over the roof, and the clit bell rang in the morning air. Cursing, she swung the other leg, catching the chain in the process and rolled on the tiles. The chain rattled, the bell sang.
In a second she was on her feet and shoved the dirty bell back in her anus. Then she ran as fast as she dared on the roof, heading for the opposite side. This would force the guards to make a long detour if they wanted to reach the opposite street. She doubted the ivy would support their weight.
Arriving on the other side of the house, she leaped over the narrow street, landed on another house and continued her course.
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The guards began to shout, when Felina swung her legs up. "Get around the houses!" The guards split up, some went back the way they had come, the others went in the other direction. The guard, who had tried to grab her foot, tried to climb the ivy. He cursed, when the branches broke under his weight.
When Felina landed on the next roof, the tile under her left foot broke. And her left leg crashed through the roof.
The sky was slowly getting brighter making it easier to see for Felina, but also making it easier to see her.
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Felina cursed as her leg passed through the roof, all scratched by splinters. Quickly, she twisted and pulled her leg out of the hole. She had heard the orders given the guards and knew they were now hot on her pursuit. She had to get a few more houses and streets between her and them.
This time, instead of heading for the next street, she decided to follow the block, which put her on a perpendicular course to her initial direction. Hopefully that would make it harder for her pursuers to locate her. Also, in that direction, all the houses touched each other so there was no need to jump over streets and risk being seen. It was just a question of moving up and down the tiled roofs.
She wanted to go all the way along the roof to put as much distance as possible, while moving as silently as possible (always keeping a hand on her crotch) and listening for boot noises in the streets below.
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The guards had heard her crashing through the roof. "Up there!"
"Where has she gone?"
"Spread out!"
The guards spread out looking up to the roof, hoping to see a glimpse of the naked thief, when she jumped roofs again.
After a few rooftops, Felina had reached the end of the block, there was a wide street in front of her. To the left was taller building but there was a balcony at the height of her roof. To the right was a wall and behind the wall was a small backyard with a haystack next to the wall.
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Felina caught her options in a glance. She turned to the right and jumped, aiming for the haystack, which would both absorb her fall and make it silent. The yard would hide her from the street and there was a chance she could find some clothes in the house. As the sky was getting purple, running around naked would soon be impossible.
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What Felina could not have seen from the top, was that a pig had decided to sleep in the haystack. The haystack and pig broke Felina's fall, but the landing was anything else than silent. The pig squealed in panic and tried to get up, after it had been woken up by the sky falling on its head. A second pig, that had been sleeping in a barrel, came to investigate, it was grunting and sniffed at Felina.
The noise in the backyard had also alerted the inhabitants of the house. A latch was pushed to the side and the backdoor swung open. In the doorframe stood a man looking into the twilight of the backyard.
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Felina almost had a heart attack as the pig started to squeal. The landing had also been harder than expected so that the bell had been expelled from her ass. She quickly put it back in place as she could already hear movement inside the house. Scared, she quickly buried herself under the hay and stopped moving while trying to peer at the house through the hay.
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The pig did not like the invader crawling deeper in its haystack. After it had recovered from the surprise attack from above, it tried to shove Felina out of the haystack with its snout. And when that did not work, it grunted angrily and began to bite her legs and arms.
The man stepped out of the backdoor and grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning against the door. "What's going?" He asked the agitated second pig and stepped closer to the haystack, the pitchfork leveled on the movement in the haystack.
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Everything was getting turned over because of that stupid pig! Felina tried to remain motionless, despite the pig shoving her with its snout but when it began to bite her legs, she could not suppress a yelp. The man was not far away, pointing his pitchfork in her direction. The situation was hopeless…
She stood up, arms above her head to show that she was not going to aggress anybody. She looked quite a mess, naked, covered in dried sperm and pig urine, with hay sticking to her naked skin and entangled hair, her flesh pierced with many ugly rings, branded over the crotch and with a thick collar around her neck.
“Let’s get calm, OK?” she said in her whispering, broken voice. “I just fell from the roof. I don’t want to harm anybody. Just let me go and you’ll never hear about me again, alright?”
As she spoke, her eyes scanned the yard to find the best escape route in case she could not convince the man.
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The pig gave a satisfied grunt, when Felina stood up. It plopped down on its fat belly in the middle of the hay Its eyes still suspiciously fixed on Felina.
The man's eyes grew wide, when he saw the creature come out of the haystack. He was about to plunge the pitchfork into its belly, when he realized that it was a naked human, a woman to be more precise. The thing spoke in a low voice, that was barely audible. "What did you do on the roof? You look like an escaped prisoner, I should call the guards. Maybe there is a bounty on your head?" The man still held the pitchfork in a threatening manner and he would not hesitated to use it if necessary.
There was a gap between this house and the next with a low fence to keep the pigs in the backyard. There was also the open backdoor behind the man. Both of these obvious escape routes could be easily blocked by the man with the pitchfork, if he stepped to the side.
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Felina covered her ringed nipples with one harm and her crotch with her other hand, as she spoke with the man. Being seen naked in a brothel was one thing but here, in the open, by a man who had not paid to see it was another, entirely new experience to her, and quite ashaming.
“I have been kidnapped, I’ve been kept a prisoner for many days, I’m not even sure how many. I just managed to escape but they are after me, disguised as guards. Please don’t call them or I’m doomed.”
She looked at the man with her most innocent and scared look. The effect was a bit spoiled by her filth, the ugly ring dangling from her nose, and the strange way she spoke because of the large ring filling her mouth and piercing her tongue. She could not avoid drooling on her chin and her whispered voices came out quite deformed.
“Please, just let me go so that I can go back to my family. Or if you could lend me some clothes? Or just blanket? I swear I’ll bring them back later.”
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The man kept silent while Felina told her story. "Mmh, you look like you have been through some rough stuff. But I don't you trust you, I feel like you are hidding something." But he did no longer point the pitchfork directly Felina. "I would have sold you some clothes, but you don't carry any money." He looked up and down her naked form. "But you could earn them." He offered.
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Felina’s mind churned at high speed. Without clothes, she stood no chance of escaping, even if that man let her go. She had not much choice. Besides, after what she had gone through lately… whatever he may want from her would seem easy. He probably wanted some sexual service but just in case she decided to ask. She let out a pale, martyred smile.
“Of course. How may I help you? May I get out the sty? Your pigs do not seem to like me…”
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The man smiled at her reply. "They are very intelligent beings, there has to be reason, why they don't like you. Maybe it's because you are filthy and stink worse than them. There is a water in the barrel over there. In your current state, nobody would touch you with a ten foot pole. I will tell you, what you have to do once you're clean."
The man leaned against the doorframe to watch Felina wash herself. The barrel had been placed against the wall to collect rain water. At the moment it was half empty and Felina would have to lean over its rim to reach the water, exposing her backside to the man. There was also a hard brush, that was used to massage the pigs, next to the barrel.
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Felina got out of the sty and to the barrel. She was glad to be allowed to wash herself. That was another step towards getting back to a normal life. Looking into the barrel, she saw it was only halfway full. Grabbing the brush, she climbed into the barrel and sat in the chilly water, getting goosebumps all over. Yes, it felt good to be able to clean her sticky, itchy skin.
The brush was not particularly delicate but it was what she needed to scrub all the dried crum from her skin. She washed her body thoroughly, before moving to her hair, which probably was the filthiest part of her body.
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The barrel hid most of Felina's body from the man, but he simply stepped close to see her wash her body and hair. When she was finally clean, he told her to get out and follow him into the house.
The ground floor looked like a large workshop of a carpenter, with planks and half-built furniture everywhere. The floor was covered in sawdust and wooden splinters. The man turned to Felina. "You can start earning your clothes by cleaning the workshop! You find..."
He was interupted by a loud knock on the door. "City guard, open up!" The carpenter looked at Felina, then he pointed to a chest in a corner and whispered to her. "Quick hide in there!" If Felina climbed in the small chest, the man would close the lid and place a few tools and planks on top, before he opened the door.
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Felina felt the man’s eyes looking at her naked body but she was beyond trying to hide herself. She thoroughly washed her hair, trying to comb the mess with her fingers. Without soap, it was hard to get them completely clean but at least she could remove most of the cum and bad smell. She readjusted the picks and key against the back of her scalp. At least her unruly mane made for a good way of hiding them.
Finally, she followed the carpenter into his workshop. For days her senses had been saturated with the stench of sperm, sweat and urine. It felt good now to be reasonably clean and have the smell of wood enter her nose. She padded through the sawdust, taking care of not stepping onto any shard.
Alas, she could not relax for a long time as soon they heard the guards knocking at the carpenter’s door. Felina turned very pale.
“That’s them! My kidnappers! Please hide me!”
The carpenter was quick to offer her to hide in a chest. Before getting in though, Felina took a broom and in a few quick wipes she erased her footprints in the sawdust. Then she curled herself inside the chest and felt its lid be closed against her back.
It was cramped. Smaller than her cage at the brothel. Wood was pressing against her moist skin from every direction. She knew that soon breathing would get difficult in that confined space.
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Felina could hear the carpenter and the guards talking, but it was too muffled by the wood to understand, what they actually were saying. She could hear the boots of the guards moving around. One walked right be the chest, but did not stop. After a few minutes, the guards seemed to leave, as nothing could be heard anymore.
The carpenter waited a couple of minutes more, before he moved to the chest and removed the stuff, he had piled on it to hide it. He let the lid open a hand span, but the but his foot on the lid to stop it from fully opening. "The guardsmen seem to be real at least for me. They told me an interesting story about a naked, dirty, female and red haired thief, who was spotted a week ago breaking into a nobleman's house. And that she was spotted again tonight in this neighborhood climbing over a gate. I have every reason to hand you over to them." The carpenter told Felina through the gap. He then continued."I do not trust you, you lied to me and nothing stops you from stealing from me too. I will have to take some precautions. If you don't agree to them, I will throw you on the street, the guards cannot be too far."
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Felina did not dare to move, hardly dared to breathe, as the guards walked around. Cramps grew in her limbs, pain propagated along her spine and the air was getting warm, thick and damp as she sweated inside the chest. However, she knew that the least noise would have ruined everything.
At last they left and after some time, the carpenter let some fresh air enter Felina’s hideout.
“Thank you so much!” she said, lifting her head and trying to stand up, stopped by the lid that was only ajar. “You saved my life!”
Then her blood froze as she listened to the carpenter’s words.
“That’s not true! That’s not me! Do I look like a thief? You saw the shackles, the piercings… Who would do that? I told you, I’m an innocent girl, I was kidnapped and abused by perverts who paid to torture me! I’m no thief! I have always suffered from this prejudice: because I’m a redhead, I must be evil. I never saw their faces, how can they be so sure I’m that thief? I just have the same hair, probably. And I doubt their thief was locked in a collar and shackles…”
Her voice was barely audible and her words mangled by tongue ring.
“What precautions do you want? I swear I’m a good person. I won’t steal you, I won’t hurt you.”
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"I lock your wrists to your collar, so that you won't be able to attack me or steal anything." The carpenter said. "And don't worry, we find a way, how you still can clean the workshop floor with your hands tied. I let you open the lid. When you get up, turn your back to me. If you try anything, I will throw you on the street, as you are." The carpenter took his foot from the chest and stepped back.
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Felina sighed. She had just been free for one hour and already she would be bound. She hated that idea. She wanted to be free forever now. However, she hated even more to be thrown naked in the street. People would be starting their day now, the streets would soon be crowded and naked she would be doomed. The carpenter looked like a honest
She sighed again and accepted his offer. Feeling the pressure on her back be released, she straightened her torso, pushing the lid off. Then she stood up in the chest, turning her back to the carpenter in the same movement, while lifting her arms and placing her hands against the back of her neck. This lifted her perky breasts and prevented her from hiding her pussy.
“I’m going to trust you… Please don’t abuse me,” she whispered awkwardly, drooling on her chin.
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The carpenter seized Felina's arms and held them in place, while he used two padlock to link the wrist shackles to the heavy iron color. Afterwards he turned her around, taking a good look at her unprotected, naked and ringed tits. "Now, you still need a way to clean the floor." He picked up a large shoe brush and a leather strap. "Open your mouth!" He ordered her. If she did not comply, he would grab her chin and forced her mouth open anyway. He shoved the wooden back of the brush between her teeth, then he used the leather strap to secured it in place. He pointed to the floor. "You better started, it will take a while to clean the floor like this!"
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Felina shuddered as she heard the padlocks clicking so close to her ears. Once again she had been made helpless.
Seeing the man bring a brush to her face, she complained.
“Can’t you just lock my wrists in front of me so that I caaoooommmfff!!!”
She frowned and as gagged as the brush handle was shoved into her mouth and tied in place. She could no longer speak and her drooling got worse. She shook her head and tried to argue, flapping her elbows helplessly.
The carpenter would have none of it. She knelt down on the wooden floor and bent over, trying to brush the sawdust away. At least she could brace on her elbows and crawl on them and her lower legs. This put her naked butt higher than her head in a most lewd position that displayed her heavily ringed labia, as well as the chain going from her clitoris ring to her anus. That chain was already loose as the bell had begun to slide down. She tried to clench her broken sphincter to keep it in.
She tried her best to brush the sawdust towards the door, starting at the back of the workshop. It was difficult because her hair was splayed around her head and brushed a lot of sawdust too, bringing some back to spots she had just cleared. Also, her nipples, stretched down by their rings, dragged against the splintery floor planks, irritating them.
- Wrist shackles padlocked to collar
- Shoe brush tied into her mouth
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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The carpenter started to work at an almost finished chair, that was standing on a workbench. It was now bright outside and the first carriages could be heard passing by on the street out front. Soon the first rays of sunlight came though the windows, starting to warm up the room.
That was when the main door opened and the apprentice of the carpenter entered. He almost immediately saw Felina crawling on the floor. He asked the carpenter, who she was. "I hired her to clean the floors. If you're wondering about her outfit, that's how I found her between the pigs in the backyard." The apprentice laughed and took a closer look at Felina, stepping next to her and groping her butt.
Then he started also to work, in a part of the room, which Felina had already cleaned, seemingly intentionally making a new mess to clean up for her.
During the course of the morning, a few clients entered the workshop the all spotted the naked woman crawling on the floor and after asking the carpenter about her, they all took a closer look.
She got even more attention, especially after the bell poppep back out and rang everytime she moved. The apprentice enjoyed pushing it back into her ass, but it would come out again after a while, if she was not careful.
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Felina’s elbows and shins grew raw and scratched from the constant crawling on the splintered floor. Her work progressed slowly and it was back breaking. She had to straighten herself up at times to soothe her backache.
As the first rays of the sun shone through the window, she heard footsteps approaching. She freaked out and ran to hide at the back of the workshop. The bell popped out of her ass and rang loudly, almost making her fall dead with fear. She curled herself in a ball behind a pile of planks, shuddering, holding the bell tight between her thighs.
She only dared to breathe again when she heard that the newcomer was the carpenter’s assistant. The young man was much more touchy than his boss, feeling her naked body, making lewd comments. As she continued her work, the bell was now ringing as it dangled between her thighs. It amused the two men at first but then it began to disturb them, so the apprentice pushed the bell, now covered in sawdust, back into her ass.
Backbreaking work continued for the poor Felina. The bell kept popping out as her ruined anus could not hold it tight enough, and every time it was pushed back in. Customers came in too, and Felina tried to work as far from them as she could. She kept her butt turned at them, as high as possible, while curtaining her face under her hair. In that way, the branded monogram in between her shoulder blades was hidden. Her biggest fear was to be recognized by some brothel customer. If Madame Rouge got to know where she was, she was doomed.
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While both the carpenter and his assistant worked on different pieces, more sawdust got thrown into the air. The workshop became hot and sticky. Thus the carpenter opened the double frontdoor wide to let fresh air in. This also made it possible to easily look inside the workshop, seeing the men work and Felina scrub the floor, though there were some workbenches that gave her some cover as long as she stayed low.
Around noon Felina had cleaned the back halve of the workshop, but there were already new piles of sawdust, where the two men had worked. The man took a break from the hard work and sat on a set of finished chairs. They shared bread, a smoked sausage and a large piece of cheese. The carpenter watched, Felina crawling on her knees, her ass high up in the air and her face pressed against the floor.
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Felina’s body was now covered in sawdust as it stuck to her sweaty skin. Her face, being so close to the floor, was almost entirely covered. It got into her nostrils, her eyes, her mouth. It itched and burned her eyes. Sometimes she sneezed and coughed when the dust went too far into her holes. Felina did not try to clean herself though because it hid her features, making her less recognizable.
She continued to work, not wanting to anger the carpenter and eager to earn herself some clothes. She was perfectly aware that her work served no real purpose. New sawdust kept coming back. It would only have made sense if she had done it at the end of the day, once they had stopped working.
Throughout the day, she tried to spend most of her time near the back of the workshop, only going closer to the front when there was less passers-by in the street.
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During the lunch break, the carpenter called Felina over. "You must be hungry and thirsty." He removed the brush from her mouth. Then he tore a small piece of bread and threw it at her feet. The man continued to eat, from time to time they would throw a small morsel to the floor for Felina like she was a dog beggin at a table. The assistant threw his piece closer to the door, daring Felina to get when many people were walking by. The carpenter got a bowl filled with water and placed it on the floor. "Here have something to drink."
After the break, the brush was again tied into Felina's mouth and the man continued to work. But after a few hours, the assistant was tasked to make some deliveries and the carpenter was busy updating his books, so Felina had a chance to work on cleaning the floor, while no new dust was added.
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Felina was very hungry. At the brothel she had been given the bare minimum so that her body had become very thin, with her ribs and bones visible under her skin. When bread was thrown at her, she did not hesitate. Her stomach was growling. She seized the morsel with her lips and tried to chew it but the ring was in the way, inside her mouth. She had to push it all the way against one cheek so that she could use the molars on the other side to chew.
She got more pieces of bread. They tasted so good! It was the first untainted food she had gotten in days and it felt like a royal meal. She did not care how humiliating it was to scurry on the floor to get her bread. It was so delicious and it comforted her so much. When the bread was thrown close to the entrance, she stood up, walked along the walls as close as she could then went down to her knees and covered the last distance as fast as she could, as soon as there was a lull in the crowd passing in front of the shop. She then came to the back immediately. It was difficult to get totally unnoticed because her bell had once again fallen from her ass and had not been put back in place. As such, her movements caused it to ring when she failed to control it with her thighs. When that happened, she just turned her back to the street and waited a moment.
She had to kneel down to drink the water from the bowl too. With the big tongue ring inside her mouth, and which she could not get out without the help of her hands, drinking was difficult, and quite a mess. It felt very good though as her mouth was very dry and filled with sawdust.
The brush was tied back in her mouth and she continued her duties. Near the end of the afternoon she was at last given a chance to make her work count. Without more dust added, she managed to clear the floor as the day grew darker.
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The carpenter closed his book and turned to Felina, after he had looked over the much cleaner workshop floor. "Very good! I will see, if I can find something for you to wear." Before he went upstairs, he refilled her water bowl.
He returned a few minutes later with an old shirt. It had a few holes and was missing a few buttons. He put the shirt on a workbench. "That's the best I can do, you can have some string to use as a belt." The carpenter turned her around to unlock her wrists from her collar. Then he gave her a slap on her naked butt. "Now, get out of here!"
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Felina drank messily again, pressing her face in the bowl to slurp the last drops of water. She was all dusty again but at last she had finished her work and would be given some clothes.
Once her arms were released, she put the shirt on and tied a string around her waist, not too tight but just so it would not be lifted too high because of the wind or if she had to jump. The shirt was old but clean. It was also much too large for her. She rolled the sleeves a bit and pushed them under her wrist shackles so that her hands were out and the restraints were totally hidden. The bottom hem reached about mid thighs, as long as she did not lift her arms.
Because buttons missed at the top, she could not close it all up to her neck, leaving some cleavage visible. Her nipples, forced out by their rings, poked against the rough material. The rings were slightly visible too if she arched her back too much.
This left her leg irons, her collar and her face piercings in plain view, of course, which was annoying. In particular the leg irons and the collar. The bell would be visible if it ever fell from her ass.
“Thanks for your help. Wouldn’t you have something for my legs? Or maybe some rags I could wrap around my feet and my crotch. Or a longer one I could wrap around my breasts? Maybe a scarf?
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The carpenter frowned at the additional demands. "It took you a whole day to do a simple task." He was willfully ignoring the fact, that it had been him, who severally handicapped her by locking her wrist to the collar. And now you want more? I even shared some food with you and let you bath. You have nothing, that you could over me in exchange. Now get out, before I call the guards on you." He pointed to the door and turned his back on her, heading towards the stairs.
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Felina frowned. She had been cheated but there was nothing she could do. The shirt was much better than going out naked.
The sun had set now but there was still a bit of light and there were still people walking in the main street. She decided that it was safer to go to the backyard, where she had landed earlier and go through the back streets.
She carefully remained as far from the pigs as possible and passed over the low fence. She was now in the backstreet. She looked around to orient herself and determine the easiest way to her destination. Her goal was to go back to Mr Geoffrey to report her failure and hopefully get some help from him to restore a more normal appearance. She needed all that metalware removed from her body as soon as possible.
- Too large shirt that leaves her legs naked from mid-thighs and reveals some cleavage.
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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It was an hour before dusk and there were a lot of people on the streets, hurrying to finish their business in the remaining daylight. The back alleys were mostly empty but there were some beggars and other less desired people roaming the narrow streets.
Also the city guard was still on the look out for a red haired woman and already a couple innocent women had been picked up for questioning, their only crime being having red hair. And the guard patrols would only become more numerous in the richer districts of the city. And Felina was heading there, if she wanted to speak to Geoffrey.
Felina knew almost all bigger streets and buildings in the city and it did not take long for her to see a familiar sight, letting her know that she had to almost walk to the other side of the city to reach Geoffrey's house.
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Felina decided to find a place to hide until it was dark enough to walk unnoticed. She looked around to find a barrel, or an abandoned house, or some broken basement window she could squeeze through. She even considered climbing to the rooftops again if nothing else was available.
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There were some decent hiding spots in the back alleys nearby, like empty barrels of a bunch of chests stacked against a wall. It would not be the most comfortable place to spend a couple of hours waiting, as it would be tight and the stench was terrible, but it would do.
If Felina decided to hide in an alley, she would be pretty safe, since only a few people used them. After having no sleep in the previous night, Felina would probably fall asleep despite her best efforts.
She would awake a few hours later, when it was dark. There it was again the noise again, that had awoken her. If Felina looked out her hiding spot, she would see that there were two cats hissing at each other.
The streets were no pretty empty, there were still some drunks staggering home but they were no really danger to Felina. But it would be best if she avoided them too. More dangerous were the guard patrols, but they could be heard from far away with their heavy boots.
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Felina explored her options. The barrels had been used to store vegetables and fish and they reeked horribly. She would not use them except if her life depended on it. She was at last reasonably clean, body and clothes, and wanted to spoil it. Instead, she prepared herself a hideout by pushing a few crates against a corner, leaving a space for her to sit down, only accessible from the top. It would require some climbing to get in, which should stop most people. She placed the reeking barrels in front of the crate as a repulsive barrier. Behind her, the wall was made of cob and timber. In case of necessity, she could climb the timbers and escape by the roofs.
She climbed on top of the crates and down behind them and sat on some broken planks she had found to make a kind of floor that would isolate her from the mud. This was as comfy as she could make it in such a short time and she felt reasonably safe. She rested her back against the damp wall, set on staying awake until the night was dark enough.
However, she was so tired from lack of sleep that it was hard to keep her eyes open. To stay awake, she looked at her ankles in the diminishing light. They were aching, chafed and swollen from the constant bouncing of the leg irons. They were not made for walking at all and she had been running and jumping in them. Her neck and wrists were chafed too but in no way as painfully as her feet. Her soles were scratched too. She would have to find something for her feet soon and, above all, get rid of those shackles.
Despite all her efforts, her head felt heavier and heavier, as were her eyelids, and soon she fell asleep.
She was awoken with a start by the hissing of cats, probably fighting for the rotten fishes in the barrels. Felina’s hear pounded hard. She looked around. It was totally dark now, with only the moon providing some ghostly light. It was almost straight above her, so it had to be around midnight. She cursed herself for having slept so long but at least she felt somewhat refreshed.
She climbed out of her crate hut and began her trip to Mr Geoffrey’s house. She had a clear idea of the direction to take and always chose the darkest, less frequented back streets. Whenever she heard guards, she made a detour or waited for them to go away before continuing. She walked at a normal pace, stepping smoothly and quietly so as to be as noiseless as possible while avoiding the leg irons from chafing her sore ankles more.
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The trip to Mr. Geoffrey's house would have taken Felina about half an hour, maybe even less, if she had good shoes and didn't had to avoid any guards. But now it took her more than double that time to make the trip across the city, especially as the patrols became more numerous in the better parts of the city. Though the break had allowed her strength to return and her body to recover a bit more from the abuses of the last couple of days. It was easy for Felina to avoid detection. Also the bell in her ass was not popping out at every step anymore.
So Felina reached the street, in which the home of her mentor was standing, without any incidents. But now she faced another problem, she did not have a key for the main door nor for the side entrance into the kitchen and the broken skewer pieces in her hair would not be sufficient to pick the locks. She could either knock on the door or try to find another way inside.
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Felina was at last back to where everything had begun and it made her feel much better. She knew the cook well, and also that she slept in a little room next to the kitchen so as to be available immediately if someone needed a quick meal. The window was barred, as were all those on the ground floor. She simply knocked against the glass and whispered, “Emma! Emma! It’s me, Felina. Please let me in.”
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Emma was woken up by a knock on her window. When she saw a dark figure with some metal pieces connected to its head starring through the window, she gave a startled yelp. "Go away, we do not give anything to beggars!" Then she heard the familiar voice and she looked closer. "Oh, Felina it's you. I'll open the kitchen door for you." She pointed to the door a couple of steps away.
It took Emma a minute to get half decently dressed and go to the kitchen. She only opened the door a small gap, since it had been the voice of Felina, but the woman in the window had looked different. Peering out of the door Emma saw, that the woman was alone and it was indeed Felina, but she had changed drastically since the last time, she had seen her. Felina now had an ugly nose ring and hideous oversized ear rings and she wore shackles and a metal collar. "Oh, what happened to you? Come in..."
"What's going on here?" Wilfred, Geoffrey's servant, asked from the kitchen entrance.
"Felina has returned." Emma answered joyfully, opening the door wider. "Oh, did she really?" Wilfred's quickly crossed the kitchen floor to stand in the doorframe to block Felina from entering. He looked down on her, taking in her state. "What do you want here? Aren't you supposed to be on a special mission for Master Geoffrey? I see it not going as you have hoped." A wide grin spread across his face. On the street could be heard the nearing steps of a patrol.
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Felina felt tears of joy coming to her eyes as they met Emma’s through the barely open door. She had come back home after so many horrors. And yet, she could read on the cook’s face how much of a freak she had turned into and it pinched her heart.
“This is a long and horrible story. Please let me in and I’ll tell you,” Felina said with difficulty, the ring getting in the way of her words, as usual.
As Wilfred appeared, the former thief frowned, even though she almost welcomed to see his ugly face once again. She was about to enter when he blocked her way. At that moment, she heard guards turning into their street and coming their way. They were too far yet to see them but soon they’ll be upon her.
“Let me in and I’ll tell you. Quick! I must talk to Mr Geoffrey.”
She tried to shove Wilfred to the side and force her way in.
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Wilfred continued to block the door. "First, do you know how late it is, Mr. Geoffrey is already asleep. You can return tomorrow at a more convenient. And second, what do you wanna tell him? Aren't you supposed to not contact him directly." Wilfred looked challenging at Felina. And then very deliberately he looked down to her chest, where the contours of her nipple rings were visible under the shirt. "I am not even sure, if he wants to see you in this state. You can tell me and I will talk to Master Geoffrey." Wilfred added.
The guard patrol was coming closer, they had spotted now that there was someone, who clearly looked like a beggar, standing in front of a side entrance. Probably harassing the inhabitants in the middle of the night. They quickened their steps and they would soon be at the Geoffrey's house.
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The situation was getting urgent. In the darkness, the guards could not see the colour of her hair, at least until they came closer. But she had to enter now. Wilfred was being stupid and obnoxious.
“Let me enter you fool! Those guards must not see me. Let me enter and I’ll explain everything to you in the kitchen. I’ll wait until tomorrow to talk to Mr Geoffrey, or you can talk to him. But I MUST get in NOW! Mr Geoffrey will be angry if you don’t let me.”
Again, she tried to squeeze herself under his arm to enter the house.
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Wilfred simply stepped in her way not letting her pass under his arm, his grin only getting broader. "Why are the guards looking for you? What were you thinking bringing trouble to this house! You don't tell me, what I should do." He gave her a hard push. The street was uneven and Felina tripped and fell backwards. The shirt was push up and her crotch was exposed, showing the rings and the bell chain. There was a gasp from Emma.
Now that the altercation had become physical, the guard hurried the last meters. They surrounded Felina. One guard asked Wilfred. "What's going on here? Do you know her?"
"This whore hammered at the door in the middle of the night, offering her service in exchange for some food." Wilfred lied. When Felina protested, he talked over her. "Liar! She is a lying whore."
Form inside Emma said. "She used to..." Wilfred shut her up. "Silence, the men are talking!" Emma closed her mouth, she looked at Felina with pity in her eyes from behind Wilfred, but then she looked away.
The guard noticed Felina's red hair. He said to Wilfred. "We will take her for questioning and make sure she does not bother you again."
"Thank you." Wilfred replied and closed the door.
The guards seized Felina's arms and to silence further protests a dirty rag was pushed in her mouth. Then she was pulled away form the housewall. A guard approached her with a bag. Felina got a glimpse of a window on the first floor, there was Mr. Geoffrey smiling and he waved at her, before the bag was pulled over her head and secured with a rope.
Felina was led by the guards down the street away from the house, that had been her home for the last couple of years.
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“Wilfred! Let me in, you bastard!” Felina protested furiously. This stupid guy was going to ruin everything.
From there, everything happened very rapidly and before she could do much, she found herself gagged with a foul-tasting rag with a smelly bag attached around her head. Her arms were held tight and she could not free them in spite of frantic struggling. She felt herself half-dragged and half-carried away. The bell popped out of her ass and started to ring loudly, swinging from its chain between her thighs.
She was devastated. Not only had she been captured just when she had thought she was safe but she had been betrayed by that infamous Wilfred. And what about Mr Geoffrey himself? He had seen her, he had recognized, he just had a word to say to save her. Instead, he had just mocked her.
Had he really recognized her? Of course! Why would he have smiled at her otherwise? Maybe he did not want to be seen in connection with her? But again, why smiling and waving at her? Felina was at a total loss and in complete despair.
- Gagged with a dirty rag
- Bag attached over her head
- Too large shirt that leaves her legs naked from mid-thighs and reveals some cleavage.
- Thick collar
- Ankle and wrist shackles
- MR branded just above her crotch
- MR branded between her shoulder blades
- Huge tongue ring, sitting inside her mouth
- Big nose ring
- Nipple rings
- 4 ugly rings on each ear
- Ugly ring pierced through just behind her clitoris, with a short chain and a bell.
- 2 big, heavy rings on each minor labium
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Suddenly a guard punched her in the head. "Stop struggling!" Felina's arms were pulled even more on her back. And Felina could feel a rope being tightly tied around them above her elbows. Then she felt and heard the bell chain being lifted and something was attached to it. The guard had tied a piece of string to the chain, so he could use it like a leash to guide Felina to their destination. The prison, which was located in the dungeons of the city guard's keep. The keep was an old tower with thick walls, that was part of the city walls.
The guards chose a quick pace for the return to their base. They did not care, that Felina was blindfolded and got frequent painful tugs on her clit, when she could not keep up or they turned a corner.
One guard was carrying a spear. He was walking behind Felina and he used its blunt end to encourage her to walk faster, by pushing it against her ass.
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