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Zur Schau gestellt (2)

... this fountain, I will consider that as meeting the

order." She looked at him with just a bit of hesitation, then drank deeply

from the fountain. Her stomach felt very bloated indeed as they entered the

little room.

Clarence immediately picked up the plastic bag from the table and told her, "we

must now complete your preparation. I am going to take you and the other

prisoner to the exhibition dock in a van. For the last item, please hand me

your brassiere and your panties, which I will leave in this bag for now."

Incredulous, Nancy stared at him "what am I to wear? Do you expect me to leave

here naked?"

"Yes, indeed", Clarence replied, "that is exactly what you will do. You are

going to be exhibited nude and shackled standing on the dock. And you will

find there will be other discomforts, which you agreed to accept."

Nancy was dumfounded. No way had she expected this. But there was no way

out. Almost in a trance, she unhooked the bra and dropped it off on the table,

followed by her white underpants. Never before had she felt so naked and

vulnerable. She started to put her hands to her breasts, thinking to cover

them, almost as a reflex. Her embarrassment was not such much that they were

bare, but that they were unsupported. She hated to be braless, and was acutely

aware that her breasts sagged quite a bit and would swing around as she moved.

She desperately wished she could somehow hold them still, realizing it was ...

... not

possible. As she looked at Clarence, she saw his glance fall to her pubic

area, although he made no comment. She had a thick bush of pubic hair, which

she seldom trimmed because she rarely wore the kind of clothes where stray

hairs would show. Now it was all showing.

Clarence hung up the bag on the clothes rack, then opened the door and led the

now nude woman out into the hall, in the opposite direction from where she had

gone before. After passing stares of the curious, she arrived at an outside

door, which Clarence opened. Outside, a van awaited, and she was ushered into

it.

As she entered the van, she saw her companion-to-be. A younger woman, of the

bronzed skin common to the local population, sat in the van. She was probably

in her late twenties, with dark hair, slender, nice looking but no outstanding

beauty. And she was as naked as Nancy.

The two sat in van, vaguely acknowledging each other, but without any real

conversation. Another policeman joined Clarence, and drove the van through the

streets. Both women sat quietly, covering themselves with their arms as best

they could against the onlookers who constantly sought a view through the

window. They talked only briefly. Nancy learned her name was Veronica, and

this was the first day of her exhibition. She lived locally, had been married

a year earlier, She and her husband needed her income desperately to survive,

and she would lose her job if jailed. She ...