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Hunaris had been quite smitten with the King, especially when he'd taken her to bed in one of the upper rooms of the inn where she worked as serving maid. A royal reward he'd called it. Three months later the Queen had found out about their little romp and had the woman imprisoned on trumped up charges.

Nearly starving and dehydrated a month later, she's been taken out of her cell and riveted into a body cage. Then she was hauled down to the bay where the cage top was attached by chain to a small, crudely fashioned floatandillo craft. Dozens of cocoanuts were added to the craft and knifed open enough to allow them to drip slowly onto the wooden vessel. "You enjoyed one ride, compliments of the King," the Queen had sneered as her men set the craft loose into the ebbing tide. "Let's see how you like a ride that comes compliments of the Queen!"

Hunaris struggled in her bonds as the tide swept the small craft out to sea. Her parched lips longed to drink the seawater, fatal as that would be. The scent of dripping cocoanut milk blew over her and into her nose at odd intervals, setting off her rumbling stomach. Her struggles made the small craft rock alarmingly on the waves however and she whimpered in terror at her predicament. If she stood still the scent of food and water would drive her mad and the craft would go further out to sea where the hope of rescue was pitifully slim. If she struggled to escape the cage she ran the risk of capsizing the small craft before she got free ...

Description
Hunaris had been quite smitten with the King, especially when he'd taken her to bed in one of the upper rooms of the inn where she worked as serving maid. A royal reward he'd called it. Three months later the Queen had found out about their little romp and had the woman imprisoned on trumped up charges.

Nearly starving and dehydrated a month later, she's been taken out of her cell and riveted into a body cage. Then she was hauled down to the bay where the cage top was attached by chain to a small, crudely fashioned floatandillo craft. Dozens of cocoanuts were added to the craft and knifed open enough to allow them to drip slowly onto the wooden vessel. "You enjoyed one ride, compliments of the King," the Queen had sneered as her men set the craft loose into the ebbing tide. "Let's see how you like a ride that comes compliments of the Queen!"

Hunaris struggled in her bonds as the tide swept the small craft out to sea. Her parched lips longed to drink the seawater, fatal as that would be. The scent of dripping cocoanut milk blew over her and into her nose at odd intervals, setting off her rumbling stomach. Her struggles made the small craft rock alarmingly on the waves however and she whimpered in terror at her predicament. If she stood still the scent of food and water would drive her mad and the craft would go further out to sea where the hope of rescue was pitifully slim. If she struggled to escape the cage she ran the risk of capsizing the small craft before she got free ...