This time, I wasn't quick enough. It wrapped around my ankle - not tight, but I was stuck. I grabbed another knife off my belt and tried stabbing at it, but it simply stabbed into it like jelly, and healed up when I pulled the knife out.
Then the first tentacle grabbed my wrist and pulled it up.
"No! No!!! Fuck!" I was trapped! The man called out another tentacle that came from the roof, grabbing my other arm before I could do anything. He did it one more time, grabbing my other foot with a tentacle. They held me in a star shape, with my hands held above my head and my feet spread apart. I struggled, but I couldn't move. The man stepped around the workbench and in front of me, holding a big dagger.
"Remember, Erica: you could have avoided this," he said.
"This is not happening! This is not happening!" I yelled. He ignored me and delicately brought the knife to my chest. He ripped my shirt from the centre of the neckhole at the front, right down to the belly. "Noooooooo!" The shirt hung in tatters. He'd revealed the binder I wore to keep my breasts comfortable in case I needed to fight or move quickly. He cut the shirt to the armholes, discarding the fabric.
He then moved on to the binder. I felt rage and hurt when I heard the tear of the binder - it was expensive, and to me it represented the freedom and action I'd been engaging with. He was tearing up my livelihood! My very ability to run around and kick ass! "You fucker! You piece of shit!" I continued to swear as he tore it open.
My breasts hit cool air. That was it. I was on display. He tore the remainder of the binder and casually tossed it on the ground. I shook with impotent rage. He pulled my pants to the ground, revealing my red pussy, and then tore those up with the knife. All I could do was shake my hips. He then grabbed my shoes and socks and pulled them off my feet, with the tentacles lifting just high enough to allow him to pull them off me.
So there I was. Naked, naked, naked. On display. The Maven looked at me with embarrassment. He could see every inch of my body. Oh gods! What was happening?! I squirmed in place. I could feel tears falling down my face.
The man took a jar out of one of his pockets, opened it, and dipped his hand in. He had a cream all over his hand. He then sat the jar down and started rubbing it over my breasts.
"That's cold!" I said.
"This is to protect you from the elements," he said, rubbing it into my body. He rubbed it into my breasts, my legs, my feet, and my arms. He skipped my butt for some reason.
The man walked around me. He grabbed my left wrist, then muttered "Retoa." The tentacle let go of me. I struggled as hard as I could, but he had hold of me. How strong was this guy?! He gripped my left wrist in his arm, then grabbed my right wrist, bringing it down onto my left wrist. I felt him wrap a rope around my wrists.
"Why is this happening?!?!" I cried.
"Because you robbed people," said the man calmly.
"Please, Erica," said the Maven. "Listen to this man. Obey him." I felt the rope tighten around my wrists. "I know you are clever, tenacious girl, but you have no way out of this. You can only make this easier on yourself and only by doing everything he say." I felt the man begin wrapping a rope around my elbows, tying them together, as if I didn't feel trapped enough. "If you ever listen to me, this is the time."
"He's right, Erica." The man finished tying up my elbows. I felt as if bricks were holding them together. He walked around to my front. "I have two main rules. They'll take effect as soon as we leave this room. First, you are to call me Sir. Second, if you disobey me or act up, I'm going to spank you. And you are to count every spank I give you and thank me for it." He tied a leash around my neck and muttered the spell that caused the tentacles to let go of my ankles. "Your life as you knew it is over, Erica. You're now an ENF. Whether you accept that or not is up to you. Now march."
He turned and walked out of the Maven's shop, and I was forced to keep up or have my neck jerked by the leash. The initial shock had worn off. I was buck-ass nude. My hands were tied behind my back and I was on a leash. I was about to be publicly humiliated with my naked body on display. The words of the Maven - watching me now with sympathy - and this man bounced around my head.
They were right. Things were looking grim. There was nothing I could do. I would be in the most humiliating situation I had ever been in within minutes. But there was still hope. My crew would see the situation I was in and immediately jump to my rescue. All I had to do was ignore the stares of the public for now and the intense humiliation and the tightness around my arms, and then they'd free me and we'd kill this guy and flee town, and it would be like none of this ever happened.
