She was an elf, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, and she was completely nude.
Her skin was baby blue, and she had dark blue spots running up the left side of her body like a leopard. She had sheer white hair that fell past her shoulders; her long elven ears poked through, framing her face elegantly. She also had a patch of soft, white pubic hair. Her hips swayed as she walked and her breasts looked soft to the touch.
She had an ethereal air to her. Her face was thin and angular, but her expression was soft and sad; her eyes - purple with white stars in the pupils - seemed so haunted, and her thin lips were caught in a half-smile. She walked with a smooth elegance that both belied and highlighted the fact that she was buck-ass naked.
"Ah, you're choosing to join us, Lyarra?" said Penny, micheviously grinning and twirling her curly red hair with her finger.
Lyarra the elf didn't look away from me as she responded. "I was curious about our new addition. You've all said how you feel about what's happened to us. Penny has discovered her exhibitionism." Penny giggled nervously at that. "Delilah is humiliated and angry. Saffron is enjoying looking at naked women. What about you?"
"I'm... humiliated..."
"Speak up, girl," said Lyarra sharply.
"I'm humiliated! But I also... also..." I was struggling to find the words to express myself. She was so beautiful and naked, but she also had this intimidating air of authority. Her expression was unyielding. "I also think I deserve this."
"You think you deserve this?"
"Yes," I said quietly.
"You deserve to be stripped naked, tied up, paraded around in public, and spanked?"
"Yes."
She smiled serenely and nodded. "You've learned to submit. How beautiful." She circled around me, looking up and down my body as she spoke. "I too know this feeling. I am a thief who robs for pleasure as well as profit. It's a whole lifestyle. Part of that lifestyle is that, from time to time, I will be caught. You do it as often as I do, it'll happen from time to time - one wrong move, one moment too slow. Nobody can be perfect. Which means I've been through this before - stripped, tied up, walked through the streets and publicly humiliated. Fighting is pointless and whiny. I accept the shame as part of the decisions I make."
"You feel shame?" I asked. "You don't seem it. You're not trying to cover up. You carry yourself so confidently."
"I wear the shame," she said, looking down at her breasts and delicately running her finger along them. "It permeates my whole body."
I could almost see it now she pointed it out. She was accepting that we were looking at her most intimate areas and feeling the ache of humiliation. She was truly naked before us. She stopped in front of me, uncomfortably close, her sweet-smelling breath on my face, but I dared not move.
"Submission is wonderful in its own way. Completely vulnerable and yet completely safe. Like a glass statue. Fragile, on display, dependent on your caretaker. You feel beautiful and delicate."
I knew she was right. She had been saying what I was thinking for days, and her ethereal and delicate voice conveyed her awe at getting to submit and how beautiful she found it. Like her, I'm beautiful and delicate and ethereal; shameful and weak and vulnerable too, but that's not so bad.
"There are other upsides to being an ENF, of course," she said, cupping my face in her hand and kissing me. I pulled back in shock. Her lips were sweet and soft. She looked down at me kindly. I was naked, exposed, vulnerable, and I had been for over a week at this point. She was naked, exposed, vulnerable. We were being watched by other naked, exposed, vulnerable women. Penny was biting her lower lip, grinning wildly, and twirling her red hair in her fingers. Saffron was covering her face with her hands, except for her eyes. Delilah was watching us intently, still covering her breasts and pussy with her hands.
I have to admit, I felt pretty good. I kissed Lyarra back. She put her hands on my ass and felt me up as she peppered me with kisses. She kissed my neck and her nose pleasantly tickled me, and then she pulled me over and pushed me onto a bed. As she kissed my face, she slid her fingers into me and I groaned. Her fingers were as gentle but firm as her voice; I felt waves of pleasure pulsing through my body, and I begged Lyarra to go faster but she remained steady in her pace.
