bleater
Executioner
This is a work of fantasy, by myself.
My friends and I are true fans of medieval history and fantasy, and we also have an association of historical re-enactment, with which we organize demonstrations in our village and in some abandoned medieval villages that the municipality has restored as museums.
In one of these villages we also have a building used to host us during events, with bedrooms, bathrooms and everything, below it we also have a good amount of tools and furnishings to furnish the village, including pillories, shackles and chains.
Another hobby we practice is medieval fencing, which I am also good at.
So one night after another girl and I had drunk too much, we started arguing about who was better at the sword, we are used to fight with weapon without cutting edge, but still dressed with armor and padding similar to the original ones, therefore without really damaging the opponent, but still they are quite tiring and realistic clashes.
I think because of a friend of ours in the group, who in the end we ended up defying each other, but by giving away a rather severe penance, the defeat would have suffered a real medieval punishment.
If she had surrendered before the punishment ended, however, she would have had to play the innkeeper servant instead of the warrior for the events of the following year.
I did not want for any reason to give up being a warrior and then having to be a servant in the inn.
So the morning of two days later we were ready in the village square, it was an early june day, and to avoid dying of heat, we had decided that the battle would be at dawn.
I won't be here to describe the fight, she was better than me, and in the end I found myself on the ground and unarmed.
So it was decided, a real medieval punishment until dawn the next day.
I didn't know what awaited me, and in fact I was a little scared.
He began by ordering me to take off the armor and padding, underneath it I had a petticoat and trousers as well as boots.
Obviously she did not allow me to keep the boots and I had to take them off along with the socks.
Pointing the sword at me she asked me what I wanted to keep wearing between pants and petticoat.
I was about to decide to take off my petticoat and stay with only the pants, when she pointed out that I would still have to remove the bandages that held the breasts too, I would still be topless, with my tits on display in front of everyone.
So I took off my pants, and immediately she ordered me to remove the panties and the bands anyway, luckily the petticoat reached about my knees and I don't have big breasts.
However, I had not counted that the petticoat was soaked in sweat and had become slightly transparent, without the bandages, however, the shape of my breasts could be guessed perfectly.
Being alone with that transparent petticoat was humiliating anyway, it was closed at the neck by a lace, which obviously was loosened, making it open in the front, not enough for my breasts to be visible, but a gust of wind would have easily pulled the flaps aside, putting my graces on display.
I was quite nervous, I didn't understand how and why I got into this situation, certainly the fault of my pride, and even once half-naked and with two of the boys who were about to put me in chains, I still didn't want to give her victory.
As she went inside the building to take off her armor and put on more comfortable clothes, I was chained with handcuffs on my wrists and carried close to a wall, to be tied with a ring high in the wall.
Here I became aware of another problem: I was barefoot; often during events we are without shoes, but we usually do it in the squares or in the streets paved with smooth stones.
The village square retained parts of the ancient pavement, especially in front of some buildings, but most of the square had been filled with gravel in place of the usual dirth, to prevent plants from growing.
When they dragged me barefoot on the gravel I immediately understood that it was going to be a long and painful day, the stones tormented the soles of my feet, forcing me to bite my lip to bear them.
Chained with my wrists up, I waited a long time, with my back leaning against the cool wall and my head bent so as not to meet the eyes of the other boys, who were arranged around me, also dressed as medieval mercenaries.
The sweat in my petticoat was getting cold on my skin, I was in the shade and I began to shiver again, but the thing that embarrassed me most were the nipples that were stiffening and erecting, becoming extremely evident under the fabric.
I could feel the eyes of the boys on my lightly covered tits.
Now one thing needs to be clarified, any time I said enough, they would set me free and the whole game would be over, but I didn't want to give up.
After a while she came back, dressed in a tunic, pants, her soft leather boots (which I very much envied at the time) and a lightly padded armor.
"take the yoke, it's time to take a stroll" she ordered.
The yoke was a wooden post shaped to fit a person's shoulders and allow the wrists to be tied at the ends.
They freed me from the chains, and while two held my arms firmly, two others placed the yoke on my shoulders and then tied the wrists to the wood with rough cords.
The new position, with the arms outstretched, had pushed the two flaps of the petticoat further apart, increasing the amount of visible skin and almost showing one of the two breasts entirely; evidently my tormentor noticed my concern, the modesty of showing my tits in public.
She approached slowly and with one finger pushed the flaps aside until my nipples were almost showing, but without exposing them completely: "ah, we're shy huh? Don't worry, your friends will soon see those two little tits.”
So we started the walk, there is a path that starts from the village and, after a not too long panoramic tour, it comes back, normally it is a fifteen minute walk, but in the conditions in which I was, barefoot and tied up the path was of more than forty minutes.
The path is full of climbs and descents, but above all, it is full of sharp and pointed stones, at first it was just annoying, but halfway through the route it turned into a real torture, walking up a stony path without shoes is painful, but the descents were really excruciating, as you have to restrain the weight of your body by pressing the bare soles of your feet on sharp stones, also the day was getting hot already early in the morning, and the yoke was heavy and uncomfortable and annoying, increasing the pressure of the feet on the painful surface.
After the first round of the path, when we entered the village square again, I was tired and sweaty, the two flaps of the petticoat had continued to move away, although luckily, being stuck to my breasts with sweat, they had not fully exposed the breasts, however the tight fabric clearly showed their shape and the darkness of the nipples, as well as being now adherent to my butt and belly.
Although the walk had been a real torture, I had managed not to ask for mercy, I had let out only the occasional moans when I stepped on something more painful, but when after a short stop in which they made me drink from an earthen bowl, my tormentor announced another round, you could not help but ask for mercy.
"oh! the prisoner need rest!" she said "you can have it if you give up"
“never” i whispered.
“so no rest”
We left for another lap, this time my feet had already reached the limit of endurance and I could not avoid whining all the time, every step was like walking on thorns, plus the local stone, which itself is almost black, was heating up in the sun, adding the searing heat to the rest of the pain.
The sweat coming down from my forehead entered my eyes, and my tied arms prevented me from remedying it, every time I stopped I was pushed forward.
We reached the square again, the soles of my feet were a single surface of pain.
"I think the prisoner would be happy with another round, what do you think?" She said.
"no! Mercy! please!" i moaned.
"do you give up?"
“no, i can’t”
"then I think we could come to another agreement: I could also give you some respite and let you rest, but this will cost you your torso." She said evily.
“my torso?”
"yes, from now on you will be naked from the waist"
“what?”
"I want guys to be able to see your nice little tits, they deserve it, and you're so cute."
“Fuck” I thought, "I have to rest otherwise the next round I won't be able to resist, and it's still the first half of the morning, showing off your tits is embarrassing, but at least it's not painful."
“go ahead, i will be topless”
My friends and I are true fans of medieval history and fantasy, and we also have an association of historical re-enactment, with which we organize demonstrations in our village and in some abandoned medieval villages that the municipality has restored as museums.
In one of these villages we also have a building used to host us during events, with bedrooms, bathrooms and everything, below it we also have a good amount of tools and furnishings to furnish the village, including pillories, shackles and chains.
Another hobby we practice is medieval fencing, which I am also good at.
So one night after another girl and I had drunk too much, we started arguing about who was better at the sword, we are used to fight with weapon without cutting edge, but still dressed with armor and padding similar to the original ones, therefore without really damaging the opponent, but still they are quite tiring and realistic clashes.
I think because of a friend of ours in the group, who in the end we ended up defying each other, but by giving away a rather severe penance, the defeat would have suffered a real medieval punishment.
If she had surrendered before the punishment ended, however, she would have had to play the innkeeper servant instead of the warrior for the events of the following year.
I did not want for any reason to give up being a warrior and then having to be a servant in the inn.
So the morning of two days later we were ready in the village square, it was an early june day, and to avoid dying of heat, we had decided that the battle would be at dawn.
I won't be here to describe the fight, she was better than me, and in the end I found myself on the ground and unarmed.
So it was decided, a real medieval punishment until dawn the next day.
I didn't know what awaited me, and in fact I was a little scared.
He began by ordering me to take off the armor and padding, underneath it I had a petticoat and trousers as well as boots.
Obviously she did not allow me to keep the boots and I had to take them off along with the socks.
Pointing the sword at me she asked me what I wanted to keep wearing between pants and petticoat.
I was about to decide to take off my petticoat and stay with only the pants, when she pointed out that I would still have to remove the bandages that held the breasts too, I would still be topless, with my tits on display in front of everyone.
So I took off my pants, and immediately she ordered me to remove the panties and the bands anyway, luckily the petticoat reached about my knees and I don't have big breasts.
However, I had not counted that the petticoat was soaked in sweat and had become slightly transparent, without the bandages, however, the shape of my breasts could be guessed perfectly.
Being alone with that transparent petticoat was humiliating anyway, it was closed at the neck by a lace, which obviously was loosened, making it open in the front, not enough for my breasts to be visible, but a gust of wind would have easily pulled the flaps aside, putting my graces on display.
I was quite nervous, I didn't understand how and why I got into this situation, certainly the fault of my pride, and even once half-naked and with two of the boys who were about to put me in chains, I still didn't want to give her victory.
As she went inside the building to take off her armor and put on more comfortable clothes, I was chained with handcuffs on my wrists and carried close to a wall, to be tied with a ring high in the wall.
Here I became aware of another problem: I was barefoot; often during events we are without shoes, but we usually do it in the squares or in the streets paved with smooth stones.
The village square retained parts of the ancient pavement, especially in front of some buildings, but most of the square had been filled with gravel in place of the usual dirth, to prevent plants from growing.
When they dragged me barefoot on the gravel I immediately understood that it was going to be a long and painful day, the stones tormented the soles of my feet, forcing me to bite my lip to bear them.
Chained with my wrists up, I waited a long time, with my back leaning against the cool wall and my head bent so as not to meet the eyes of the other boys, who were arranged around me, also dressed as medieval mercenaries.
The sweat in my petticoat was getting cold on my skin, I was in the shade and I began to shiver again, but the thing that embarrassed me most were the nipples that were stiffening and erecting, becoming extremely evident under the fabric.
I could feel the eyes of the boys on my lightly covered tits.
Now one thing needs to be clarified, any time I said enough, they would set me free and the whole game would be over, but I didn't want to give up.
After a while she came back, dressed in a tunic, pants, her soft leather boots (which I very much envied at the time) and a lightly padded armor.
"take the yoke, it's time to take a stroll" she ordered.
The yoke was a wooden post shaped to fit a person's shoulders and allow the wrists to be tied at the ends.
They freed me from the chains, and while two held my arms firmly, two others placed the yoke on my shoulders and then tied the wrists to the wood with rough cords.
The new position, with the arms outstretched, had pushed the two flaps of the petticoat further apart, increasing the amount of visible skin and almost showing one of the two breasts entirely; evidently my tormentor noticed my concern, the modesty of showing my tits in public.
She approached slowly and with one finger pushed the flaps aside until my nipples were almost showing, but without exposing them completely: "ah, we're shy huh? Don't worry, your friends will soon see those two little tits.”
So we started the walk, there is a path that starts from the village and, after a not too long panoramic tour, it comes back, normally it is a fifteen minute walk, but in the conditions in which I was, barefoot and tied up the path was of more than forty minutes.
The path is full of climbs and descents, but above all, it is full of sharp and pointed stones, at first it was just annoying, but halfway through the route it turned into a real torture, walking up a stony path without shoes is painful, but the descents were really excruciating, as you have to restrain the weight of your body by pressing the bare soles of your feet on sharp stones, also the day was getting hot already early in the morning, and the yoke was heavy and uncomfortable and annoying, increasing the pressure of the feet on the painful surface.
After the first round of the path, when we entered the village square again, I was tired and sweaty, the two flaps of the petticoat had continued to move away, although luckily, being stuck to my breasts with sweat, they had not fully exposed the breasts, however the tight fabric clearly showed their shape and the darkness of the nipples, as well as being now adherent to my butt and belly.
Although the walk had been a real torture, I had managed not to ask for mercy, I had let out only the occasional moans when I stepped on something more painful, but when after a short stop in which they made me drink from an earthen bowl, my tormentor announced another round, you could not help but ask for mercy.
"oh! the prisoner need rest!" she said "you can have it if you give up"
“never” i whispered.
“so no rest”
We left for another lap, this time my feet had already reached the limit of endurance and I could not avoid whining all the time, every step was like walking on thorns, plus the local stone, which itself is almost black, was heating up in the sun, adding the searing heat to the rest of the pain.
The sweat coming down from my forehead entered my eyes, and my tied arms prevented me from remedying it, every time I stopped I was pushed forward.
We reached the square again, the soles of my feet were a single surface of pain.
"I think the prisoner would be happy with another round, what do you think?" She said.
"no! Mercy! please!" i moaned.
"do you give up?"
“no, i can’t”
"then I think we could come to another agreement: I could also give you some respite and let you rest, but this will cost you your torso." She said evily.
“my torso?”
"yes, from now on you will be naked from the waist"
“what?”
"I want guys to be able to see your nice little tits, they deserve it, and you're so cute."
“Fuck” I thought, "I have to rest otherwise the next round I won't be able to resist, and it's still the first half of the morning, showing off your tits is embarrassing, but at least it's not painful."
“go ahead, i will be topless”