She couldn't understand it.. How was that a punishment? She asked her brother again and again after seeing the lewd sight of some local Harlot, With A heavy Iron collar around her throat, Left nude, Dragged, Sent stumbling and crawling thru the streets of the town till her sweat slickend form would be covered with Dust and dirt. Lead thru town down the streets before finally arriving at the center of the village, The Town watch shouting, Calling the entire village to come to the events as she was forced to bend at the hip, Her wrists and neck would be thrust thru the cutout holes and locked into place of the old Stockade, Her hips arched, Heated groan escaping as the passing guard gave those shapely Flanks a slap. She was a shapely woman, Full rounded hips, Pudgy little tummy, Plump heart shaped rump raised ever so slightly above her head. Full rounded breast that would be as large as a young boys head, Swayed like pendulums as she squirmed in her new found bondage as the townsfolk started to gather. Plump cherry stained tiers smeared with what would make many women blush and feint! Forced to remain their the entire day as random men came to use her, Jealous housewives using the woman by throwing rotting fruit and vegetables at her, A few more daring even shoving one or two particularly large pieces of fruit down her throat or up her backside till her tummy bulged out! The young girl wore little more than a smile as she grinned, Glancing back over her shoulder at her brother as she giggled, Joking with him, Of course it would fit! She motioned to the large pile of fruits and vegetables pilfered from the family's farm, Some of which still peppered with mud and Dirt. After such a lewd showing earlier he promised her that anything he choose would fit and she would be more than eager to find out first hand, Practically dragging him into the stables away from prying eyes. Her flesh glistening with sweat, Pert breast little more than palm fulls with pink nipples that stood erect, A smooth little tummy leading up to those shapely little hips and that valentine shaped rump, She would bend slightly at the hips, soft caramel hued thighs parted ever so slightly, Her back arched as she raised that valentine shaped backside towards him, Patting her cheeks as she giggled softly offering her backside to him, But not before almost commanding that he dip into the oil or grease that was used for cooking, Or even dipping into one of those dirty Kegs filled with horse seed, Many of the fruits and veggies in that pile, Like everything else in those Stables would be Incredibly large. Many perhaps even to large for that Harlot no doubt still bound to those Stockades in the center of the small village. The pile of fruits and veggies would be plentiful, Plucked from the family and neighbors fields only moments ago, Still caked with sand, Dirt and mud. Neither of which seemed to phase her. Yet the young girl felt she had something to prove! And as they both saw, Countless things could fit! Just ask that harlot with the bulging tummy, Such things would lead to her current position. Half bent over, Casting a long gaze over her shoulder at him as those dirty blonde locks spilled over her shoulder, Drawing in a deep breath, The young girl well on her way to joining that Harlot in the center of town as if it were some great honor.