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In that boat, Lucille was once again strapped up so her legs were tethered, then weighted down so she couldn't even make the vessel rock. Something she earnestly considered, even though being dropped into the water in her restraints would lead to her death, if there was a chance she could get them too... but no, if she did manage, they could easily just swim to safety unlike her.

She was not privy to the conversation between Muranda and the boatman, yet even so she could guess the nature of it, multiple overt gestures, crass laughter, with many looks cast her way.

At least they kept it to looks, perhaps not able to shift the small craft too much themselves.

All Lucille saw from her position was the motion of clouds above or the shadows cast from a tip of rock that still jutted out of the water. The tauren's conversation was the only interruption for a long time until the rhythmic pounding of drums reached her ears.

"Ahh, hear that?" Muranda asked her. "The sounds of home."

They alighted on a dock, with Muranda heading straight to a tent. Thicker hands from the boat driving bull hauled Lucille up and slung her over his broad shoulder without any grace, twisting the world upside down.

A handful of Taurahe insults came from those who wished to rub salt in the wounds of her defeat, even one voice used Common to call her an "Alliance whore!" yet most of the camp was shockingly impassive, carrying on their day.

She couldn't be sure, jostled and disoriented as she was but it even seemed there were more than Grimtotem around, a surprise given their supremacist views. Still, afforded no true view of the camp, she wasn't able to tell who was around her. She was hauled to a spacious, wide flared tent.

Muranda was already waiting. "For my first gift in welcoming you here, I have a nice surprise." She left the sentence in the air, directing with her head where the tauren carrying her should put her. Still too twisted to see, Lucille soon discovered with her throat what was meant as her head was pushed against a thin, grooved bar of wood "I hear they used to use it in Gilneas so hopefully a taste of your old home in the new."

Her wearied arms were unstrapped too, the bigger tauren forcing her wrists parallel to her neck as Muranda pushed down on her head with one hand then slapped the stocks closed. A metal latch secured the piece of furniture, followed with a hefty bolt being slid into place.

"So, new pet, are you ready to call me your Master?" Muranda asked, reaching her hand to ruffle the hair between Lucille's ears and then unstrap the gagging leather, letting it fall to the ground.

"Like hell I will." She spat back, once she'd had a moment. She winced when Muranda chuckled and thumbed her own waistline, emphasising how close it was to the worgen's head, likely set at just the right height...

"I am glad to hear a response like that, there'd be no fun if you rolled over easily. But I still don't care for the tone or choice of words, I suggest a simple 'no, Muranda' next time." The tauren woman said, striding around to the side. "It's time to make sure you know where you are though. I have such a fun welcome planned. I believe it's also not too dissimilar to how you use these wooden frames at home... for humiliation?"

As she had been speaking and pacing around more of the leather had been removed from Lucille until the worgen was naked, forced to crane forward at the awkward angle. "Whatever you are planning it won't be enough to-."

"Sh-sh-shhh, you don't want to accidentally bite off that tongue." She replied, a swishing sound coming toward the end of her sentence preceded a solid thwack as a leather switch was brought against her rump.

The worgen let out a half-contained yelp in surprise at the sudden stinging swing, yet she held her composure, teeth gritted and fingers clenched. "Tensing up so soon?" Muranda teased, a thick thumb running down Lucille's back. "That was just a warm up."

Another lash came down, the sound of it snapping filtered out into the air, another slap, then another. Soon, more deep voices from other tauren echoed into the tent as a small crowd gathered, some of them to watch, others to join in.

The boat man contented himself with a full dozen lashes before he threw the switch forward, letting it clatter on the floor, falling within Lucille's view. He let out a laugh as he stepped away, claiming at least the first portion of his payment for the work of rowing them out there.

Relief wasn't in sight however, as a row of tauren had formed, the next laying into Lucille's hind quarters with an open palm. Lucille grit her teeth still, holding on to her fury in order to mentally endure the humiliation. The palm was nothing compared to the switch, yet rather than goading her captors she fell silent.

The tauren spanking her spread the pressure around, all carefully planned as the next figure who approached took a solid paddle. The relatively gentle smacks had stirred up her sensitivity, the whap of the board took full advantage of that, spreading like a throbbing fire after it landed. Even Lucille had to gasp and growl in anger at that. Muranda leant down in front of her, holding her weight on the stocks while whispering in Lucille's ear.

"My my, at least half the village has come by, there's not going to be anything left of your tight little ass by the time they're finished. But here, I'll make a deal with you, I'll stop them, declare your punishment over, if, in front of them all, you give me a good licking like a good dog." She said before straightening up and sliding off her underwear, leaving the short skirt she'd taken to preserve her modesty while leaving herself quite open. She stood beside Lucille, watching the proceedings, encouraging her 'guests' to abandon any thoughts of mercy or taking it easy.