Witch's punishment chapter 2: walk of shame

Full-on nudity and humiliation in this chapter, rated M, remember. Think Cersei's punishment from Game of Thrones.

The next day…

Deanna Troi awoke to the sound of horse's hooves clopping above her head, and sat upright to find herself back in the dungeon cell. She was at least dressed in something other than that awful chastity bikini, albeit in nothing but a filthy tunic with no underwear to speak of, but still dressed. She quickly ate the food provided on a small wooden plate and lay down on a cot of hay, her body feeling rested but still in pain. She pulled at her shoulders, which were sensitive from being pulled out of their sockets earlier.

"Deanna Troi, what have you gotten yourself into?" she said to herself as she pulled one arm back, the joint popping back into place.

A sound caught Deanna's attention, and she turned to see a priest walking into the dungeon cell, accompanied by two soldiers.

"Ah, I see you have awakened, my dear." He said, his tone calm and somber. "My name is Brother Malt, a priest in the High Church of Chaal."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Deanna asked, shaking as her tunic-clad body felt cold.

"Because witches like yourself have to be taught lessons." Brother Malt said as he sat down next to her on the cot. "We have apparently brought you back to heaven, or you would have used your magic to escape the cell overnight."

"Then I am not a witch." Deanna said as she rubbed her face, her makeup having run over her eyes. "Let me go, please."

"Yes, it appears the magic has been bled out of you with the pain." Brother Malt said as he placed a hand on Deanna's shoulder. "You shall be released."

He stood up and looked at her as two guards pulled her to her feet, a nun with a sponge and a bucket scrubbing her down with soap.

"After your atonement, that is." Brother Malt said. "You are to atone for your crimes before the town. You are not married, is that true?"

"No, why?" Deanna asked, not liking the answer to her own question.

She shuddered at the cold water as the woman continued cleaning her body, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Examination of your body has revealed you are not a virgin." Said Brother Malt. "An unmarried woman and not a virgin…"

Deanna shuddered as she felt the guards latching heavy manacles over her wrists and pulling her along to the front of the dungeon.

"…such disrespect must be punished. And the offender seen for her crimes for all to see as the lord made her."

Deanna didn't like the sound of that.

"Make her ready."

The woman with the sponge pulled out a razor, quickly shaving Deanna's legs and vulva with it. Deanna shuddered as she shaved her buttocks and then moved upwards to her scalp.

"Hold still, whore girl." She said, holding Deanna's head still as she pulled out a pair of scissors, grabbing a handful of her hair.

Deanna choked back sobs as her beautiful hair was shorn from her scalp, leaving nothing but a smooth, bald head beneath as the razor was stroked across it. The woman then dunked a bucketful of water over her head, leaving Deanna as bare as she had been in her infancy, bald, naked and helpless.

"There, you're done." She said, pulling Deanna to her feet and pulling a filthy tunic over her body. "Now follow me girl, time for your atonement."

Later…

Deanna Troi was pulled out into the front of the dungeon by two knights, prodded forward towards a large crowd gathered around the dungeon. A few other knights put up a long pair of ropes to form a walkway between the people, apparently for Deanna to walk through. They forced the counselor to stand on the steps, her body feeling pained as she stood there in only a filthy hooded tunic and no underwear, her head bald beneath the hood.

"The woman you see before you has been accused of witchcraft." Brother Malt said as the crowd booed and jeered. "However, she has been tested and purified, and her soul has been judged to be free of witchery."

Deanna looked around her, wondering what was going on. She could see the knights behind her as they held out their clubs, looking threatening.

"However, she has been discovered to be unmarried. Her chastity has not been respected, as she is not a virgin." Brother Malt said, the words earning more booing and jeering from the crowd. "She has made herself filthy from her deeds and disrespected herself and her body."

Deanna shuddered, the cold air moving through her tunic as she stood. Her lack of underwear made her clitoris recede into her vagina for warmth as her nipples stood on end.

"And so, she shall be performing public atonement to cleanse her soul." Said Brother Malt. "She shall be as the good god made her to be, her body exposed like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. She shall walk to the castle in her suit of skin and beg the king for atonement."

Deanna wondered how people on another planet would know of the Bible, but she didn't have a chance to think on this as she was roughly stripped her of tunic and made naked once more, much to her humiliation. Her baldness seemed to amuse them, and it humiliated Deanna. The crowd went silent as a nun walked up behind Deanna and held up a large bell, ringing it and prodding her bare back with a stick to make her move forwards.

"Shame!" yelled the nun, forcing Deanna to walk forwards in her bare feet. "Shame! Shame!"

Deanna felt her cheeks burning with deep red blush as she strode forwards, accompanied by two guards. She walked naked through the line that had been cleared out for her, her firm breasts jiggling slightly as her skin glistened from sweat.

"Whore!" yelled one of the men from the crowd as he threw a rotten egg at Deanna, the pungent odor hitting her as it shattered over her face.

"Slut!" yelled a woman as she threw rotten cabbage at Deanna, one of the leaves sticking to her vulva.

Deanna walked through the crowd as she cried in utter shame, her heart pounding. She hated this, being forcibly stripped naked, shaved totally bald, tortured, humiliated…she wished something, anything, that could end her torment. Her limbs still ached from the strappado she had been subjected to, and it hurt to move, but she walked onwards.

"I've had half as many cocks as you!" a naked prostitute screamed as she pulled open her robe, shaking her large breasts before Deanna.

A guard pushed her back as the nun kept ringing that damned bell, chanting "shame" every few seconds. Deanna's eyes burned with tears of complete and utter humiliation as she strode naked, her firm D-cup breasts held up like a shelf.

"Suck me off, whore!" a man yelled as he dropped his pants, revealing his genitals to Deanna as she walked past. "I heard you suck, so do it! Do it now!"

A guard pushed him back with a club, making him fall into the crowd as Deanna kept walking, with more and more people throwing rotten food and other things at her. A full diaper was hurled at her, sticking to her chest and smearing it's disgusting contents all over her bare breasts. Rotten eggs were cracked over her face, the yolks filling her ears.

"Shame! Shame! Shame!"

It was all she could hear now, although Deanna could definitely feel. She felt everyone's hatred of her, their contempt for her sexuality, their hatred for her not being a witch, because then they could do whatever they wanted to her. She slipped on a pile of eggs, landing flat on her bare butt on the stone ground and landing in an enormous pile of horse manure that engulfed her up to her neck.

"Shame! Shame! Shame!"

Deanna was roughly tugged to her feet and pushed forwards, the guards making her walk on and on. The castle was a long way away, and she would have to walk it all in her bare feet, which were already sore and covered in filth. She had been naked, but now she wore the filth they threw as clothing. It was a stiff, ugly garment of browns and reds and greens and yellows and purples, with no warmth to it at all.

"Shame! Shame! Shame!"

Deanna sobbed uncontrollably as she continued onwards, with twenty men dropping their pants before her. Their manhoods went erect as the naked Betazoid walked on, her mind assaulted with horrible thoughts and feelings. She walked through them, but they suddenly pushed her to her knees and forced her hands upon their solid cocks, forcing her to jerk them off. Their fluids shot out like bullets and stuck to her already-filthy skin, sticking to her eyelids and forming a mask of cum over her beautiful face.

"Shame! Shame! Shame!"

Deanna stood up and walked onwards, the semen hardening in the dry heat. By now, she was absolutely and utterly coated in filth and slime and cum and beer and eggs and various other kinds of refuse. It felt like a suit of garbage, worn by a knight of filth. Deanna felt the sadistic and sexist feelings towards her from the thousands of people around her, their thoughts overwhelming her mind. She looked up, praying she was close to the castle. She was only a little more than halfway there. She sighed and stood up, walking with her head held high. She was going to have to wait.

One and half Hours later…

Deanna felt like scum. She was covered in nothing but filth and garbage, caked on and dried in the sunlight. She was deafened by the horrible shouts and screams of the people as she looked upwards. Her heart rose as she realized she was almost there, just a few more steps and she would be at the castle.

"Drink up, you harlot!" a man yelled as he dumped beer over her head, making her feel like she was drowning. "Get 'er to Th' whorehouse, eh?"

Deanna ignored him and stepped forwards, her bare feet covered in so much scum she felt like she was wearing slippers. Her entire body felt like it was covered in a garment of dough, much like the old kids story of Mickey in the Night Kitchen.

"We're here." The knights said as they opened the gates of the castle. "Get inside, whore girl. And step lively, the King wants to see you."

Deanna shuddered in the utter shock she had received, her mind overwhelmed with thoughts of humiliation as she slowly walked into the castle, totally naked. The court laughed at her as a man in red robes, undoubtedly the King, looked her up and down with lust in his eyes. Deanna stopped when the court jester looked at her in pity, frowning as one of the courtiers dumped wine over his head.

"Are you deaf, girl?" the knight yelled, holding up his sword. "I said-!"

Suddenly, a shimmering beam of energy shone around Deanna Troi's naked, filthy body, engulfing it in energy and emitting an all-too-familiar sound.

"What witchcraft is this?" yelled the king, jumping to his feet and pulling out his sword. "Stop that girl!"

Deanna smiled and put her hands on her hips, smirking at the king. She resisted the urge to put up her middle finger as she shimmered and faded, vanishing from sight and reappearing in the transporter room, totally nude, coated head to toe in various types of filth and bruised from her torture the other day.

"She's here, go to warp speed, immediately!" Geordi said as Beverly Crusher ran forwards with a robe, wrapping it around Deanna Troi's naked, bald body.

"Deanna, oh my god!" Dr. Crusher said as she hugged her naked friend close. "Are you okay?"

Deanna smiled and nodded, her legs shaking violently. Beverly helped her walk off of the transporter platform as the Enterprise shuddered slightly. As she did so, Deanna felt her compassion and pity, and wanted nothing more than to make sure she knew she was okay.

"I'm fine, Beverly." She said as she hugged the older woman close, her bare breasts pressing tight to the doctor's chest. "But I might need some cleaning."

"They didn't…violate you…did they?" Beverly asked, whispering the words into her friend's ear.

"No, they just hurt me." Deanna said as she walked down the hallway in Beverly's arms, her aching joints feeling heavy and inflexible. "But I'm glad to be back."

The two women walked arm in arm down the hallway, Deanna wearing nothing but a robe as they entered the sickbay.

"There you go, just lay down here and I'll give you a sponge bath in a moment." Dr. Crusher said as Deanna lay down on the bed, discarding the robe due to there no longer being any need for modesty. "If you need anything, just call me. I'm going to have the computer scan you for infections or diseases, and I'll be right back."

Deanna stretched out, her limbs aching from being tortured the other day. As she lay down to rest, the bell for the door rang.

"Deanna?" Riker's voice came from the comlink in the door. "Are you okay?"

Deanna Troi almost leapt off the bed. She felt her heart thrill at the sound of Riker's voice as she sat upright, not caring that she was fully naked.

"Yes, I'm going to be." She said as she stretched out her aching limbs. "Thank you for your concern."

"Are you decent?" Riker asked, the door opening.

"No, but you can come in anyway, imzadi." Deanna said as she stood on her own feet, shaking slightly.

Riker walked in and hugged her tight, her naked, bald body warm against his own.

"Riker, I'm filthy!" Deanna sobbed, her bald scalp feeling warmer as he touched it. "I wouldn't even want to touch myself right now, let alone have you do so!"

"Nonsense, Deanna." Riker said as he kissed her face. "You need to feel good."

Deanna admitted she felt nothing but pain, and as he squeezed her into a hug, she felt her injured limbs feeling soft and flexible again. Her nudity no longer humiliated her, since she was among friends and lovers. She kissed him full on the lips, her mind slowly drifting as there was a beep at the door.

"Come in, Dr. Crusher." Riker said with a smirk as Deanna playfully shoved him.

"You just want her to scold us like we're teenagers, don't you?" Deanna said as she heard the door being opened.

"I prefer to think of it as a doctor seeing her patent healing." Riker said with a grin as he turned around. "All right Beverly, she seems to-"

Suddenly, the two of them did a double take, with Deanna covering her bare breasts. Standing before them, held by Beverly Crusher from his motley collar, was the court jester she had seen down on the planet.

"Um…where exactly am I?" the jester asked, looking around the place. "Did I die? Am I finally in heaven?"

"Well…it's a long story." Deanna Troi said as she pulled the blankets over her nude body with a smirk.

The jester looked around the place with eyes wide.

"Are you the goddess Venus?" he asked when he noticed Deanna, bowing immediately. "Oh goddess, how may I service you? Where am I? What has happened to me? Where's your hair?"

The three of them looked at each other with confused looks, all of them wondering how to respond.

"Well, one thing's for sure." Said Riker, smirking slightly. "You've fallen down the rabbit hole and ended up in wonderland."

The three of them laughed, the jester looking confused before joining in. Deanna felt relaxed, and flattered to be compared to a goddess of love. For the first time since her capture, she felt relaxed. She was the witch, the goddess, and the councilor of the Enterprise, and that was good enough for her.

The end