The village square buzzed with medieval peasants in rough tunics throwing rocks at the hunchbacked man chained to the platform. His dome-shaped back arched under the bonds, wart glaring over one eye, messy red hair matted, hands tied behind, waist and legs chained, kneeling helplessly.
He tugged at the restraints, muscles straining, but the fear overwhelmed him and he wetted himself, urine soaking his rags. Humiliated, he cried out, 'Mercy, a drink of water to ease this shame!'
A commanding woman with strong posture and sharp tongue pushed through the crowd. 'Cease your stones, you fools. His begging amuses me more than your petty violence.'
She knelt before him, eyes sparkling with wit. 'Begging for water when you're already wet down there? Let's see if we can make that cock hard and dripping instead.'
Her hands roamed, freeing his member which grew hard under her touch. 'Look at you, horny now. My pussy is wet and dripping for a different kind of quenching.' She positioned her ass over him, guiding his cock into her pussy as she rode him dominantly after demanding a quick blowjob.
Sweating and panting, she took control, her strong form moving as he thrust what he could until they both came, cum mixing with the mess.
As the crowd watched in awe, she whispered promises of more chains and pleasures to come.
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