A human shield ? WDYM ?

The armies Faceoff

Anya is in a shit situation. She enrolled in a human army to gain a bit of money before taking on new quests. The kingdom is at war with a goblin troop the sack villages and collect slaves all over the region. It's during a scouting mission that Anya met them first. They were walking in silence in the forest, when all of a sudden, her two companions dropped dead and she felt a hard thud behind her head before everything faded to black When light came back, she had been stripped of her armor, her weapons and everything else than her blue tunic and the thigh high socks and arm high gloves she always wore under her armor. When she searched for her sword at her hip, she found none, but realised something. her hands were tied by a hemp rope, linked to a monstruous creature. a Warg. (horse sized wolf)

Let me go ! you have no right to touch me you filthy creatures ! She yelled in terror. Her call was answered by a goblin voice, yelling to another of his kind The bitch is awake, we're leaving. He jumped on the back of the warg that started walking. She felt the tug of the rope on her hands, forcing her to stand up and walk, trotting behind for a good hour. When the warg stopped, she felt some short lived relief, realizing where she was. They just reached the goblin camp, who apparently was heading to war at any given moment. They were all geared up, armored and oogling at her with a combative, predatory look. She started to breath heavily. the sudden stop after and hour of running behind hand tied, the scolding hot fury she was feeling at the lust in the goblins eyes and the unknown of what was too come was too much stress for her to bare. Her breath became quicker and shorter while her mind got carried away about the situation. She saw her captor jump to the floor and walk toward her and fainted. When she woke up from her coma for the second time of the day, the situation was even worse. She was suspended, tied to something. hands over her head, legs folded to bring her feet to the height of her hips. A piece of wood into her mouth was forbading her from speaking but that wasn't event the worse. Around her, on each side was an army of goblins, geared for warfare, armed with swords, axes and spears and wearing armor. In front of her was a line of human military. She recognised the banners of the army she enrolled in two days ago. But things got even worse whe she realised that she was naked, except for her black tigh high socks and biceps high gloves. She stared all around, started fighting against her shackles while profaning insanities to the goblins around her. You fucking greenhead piece of shit, get me down so I can rip your eyes of, dirty perverted green dipshits, you wouldn't deserve to lay eyes on we if I was clothed ! That's my army you're humiliating me to. I'll rip all of your heads off and rip their eyes for daring to look. Free me now you degenerate creature ... As she goes on, the two armies face each other, apparently not paying attention to her muffled indignated screams

The punition

Anya is a proper A class adventurer : 90% sucess rate, impeccable customer service, always doing her best. But no one can always succeed, especially in adventuring and questing. That time, Anya fucked up big time.

She accepted a monster slaying mission for the duke of Ember. The mission didn't go well, she ended up going all out in the city center against a wyvern the destroyed a tenth of the lower city and burned down another tenth. She humbly apologized to the duke and begged him to give her another quest, which she would undertake without charge by way of compensation. After a while of negociation, he agreed to give her another important mission in regard to her exemplar record (except for the wyvern).

The Duke put her in charge of escorting a convoy of gold and riches through the whole duchy that would bring back the gold needed to build back the destroyed city. A week after her departure, she came back : She was alone, and the gold cart empty.

Pillards had tied her naked on the gold cart and sent the horse on its way to the city. The horse bought her to the main door where the guards led the cart directly to the castle of the duke, leaving her tied in place the whole time. Anya’s futile attempts to explain herself were as useless as they were humiliating. The Duke glared at her with burning eyes as she—bound and naked before him and all his guards—made a pathetic attempt to justify her failure and avoid immediate execution. She tried to bluff her way out and pleaded, eventually breaking down in tears, all while remaining naked and bound in front of all those men. After loosing a fifth of his city to a wyvern and all the gold that was supposed to rebuild it, the Duke was furious and didn't hear a single argument she could offer. He coldly ordered her to be shackled onto a tower shield and exposed in his private garden

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Anya had been bound alone in that garden for hours. Suspended naked and gagged on the shield, macerating in her shame and hatred. She had been placed on a pedestal, under a gazebo. She was surrounded by a beautiful botanical garden, perfectly maintained in the center of the Dukes domain. She felt like a sculpture, placed there as a cynical decoration

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The duel gone bad

Honor is paramount to an A-class adventurer like Anya. As a female adventurer, she frequently encounters sexist assholes who might grope her, make sexist remarks, or try to take advantage of her body without consent. When she doesn't execute them on the spot, Anya makes a habit of challenging them to duels of honor until both parties are satisfied. In the 58 duels she has fought so far, she has always emerged victorious—and on more than 50 occasions, she completely humiliated her opponent. Unfortunately, this particular duel turned out to be very different.

The duel began when a paladin of Catena—the god of chains—decided Anya was to his liking. One evening at the tavern, the paladin gave a sharp tug at Anya’s neckline, exposing her breasts to everyone's view. Without a second thought, she challenged him to a duel of honor. The next morning, the duel took place away from prying eyes in a clearing in the nearby forest. As soon as the signal was given, Anya lunged at her enemy, but within seconds, vines erupted from the ground to bind her; they tore her trousers into shreds—leaving little to the imagination—and exposed her to the paladin's whip. The referee signaled the paladin's victory for that round. The next round began the same way, but this time shackles clamped around her wrists, preventing her from defending herself as the enemy's whip tore through her shirt, leaving her in just her lingerie for round three. The third round was worse; the paladin summoned a demon of his god—a chained beast that pinned Anya in a series of positions, each more humiliating than the last, while he tore away her undergarments. Refusing to yield, Anya entered the fourth round naked, armed only with her tower shield and shortsword. The paladin laughed. Anya lunged at him, but just as she was about to drive her blade into the arrogant man, he cast a strange spell. In a heartbeat, Anya found herself immobilized, bound, and gagged against her own shield. The referee awarded an undisputed victory to the paladin, who propped the shield against a tree and walked away with the referee, leaving Anya exposed like an obscene statue in the middle of the forest.