The medieval open square was filled with people, all eagerly waiting for the arrival of the pillory. As the girl was brought out, she could see the crowd's lustful gazes and hear their murmurs. She knew what was coming - a

The medieval open square was filled with people, all eagerly waiting for the arrival of the pillory. As the girl was brought out, she could see the crowd's lustful gazes and hear their murmurs. She knew what was coming - a painful and humiliating experience that would leave her feeling ashamed for days to come. But as she stood there, exposed and vulnerable, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal. Maybe it was because she knew that no matter how much pain she endured, there would always be someone willing to take advantage of her vulnerability. Or maybe it was because deep down inside, she secretly craved this kind of attention from strangers who were willing to degrade her in public. Whatever the reason, one thing was certain - this day would be etched into her memory forever as one of the most humiliating experiences of her life.