A Thief Gets Punished

"Candace!" cried out Billie. "Sweetie, you're touching yourself!"

"Yes!" said Art. "Haha, yesss!"

Candace moaned as her pussy dripped. "I have to. I have to! Unf! I've been wanting to do this - unf - ever since Sir came to me and made me strip down!"

"This whole time," said Art, walking up next to Candace and clinging to her, "you've been horny as hell?"

"Yes!" she yelled. "Oh god!" Her fingering got faster. Art kissed her neck and tweaked her nipple.

"Where did you strip?"

"I was... mmm... in the market." Her face was so red. I found myself getting turned on. What?

"Where in the market, babe?"

"I was buying apples, and he came up behind me, and he told me to strip naked and even the way he said it made me so fucking horny..."

"I know, babe. Something about Sir's voice is so erotic."

"Uh-huh! He - oh - he tells me what to do and I

want

to do it."

"Is that what happened in the market?" Art was practically whispering at this point.

"Yes. I didn't want to be nakey. But I had to do what he said. I felt... compelled."

"So what did you do?"

"I don't remember! By the time I realised what was happening, my clothes were already on the ground. I was naked in public. People were pointing at me. Mmmmlaughing."

"Do you think Sir has a magic voice?"

"Oh! He must, he must! I know he has powers. You're right, he has a compelling voice."

"No he doesn't, Candace." Art's voice turned cruel as she grinned. "Sir does have powers, but he only has the voice of a man. But's all you need, isn't it Candace? Because you're a kinky little sub who loves being told what to do."

"Oh gods!" Candace masturbated faster.

"You've been waiting your whole life for someone to come along and tell you to take your clothes off. To spank you when you do wrong. To tie you up, restrain you, and lead you around."

"It's true," said Candace, breathing faster. "I'm a filthy little sub."

"It's beautiful, babe! You're doing what you should have been doing this whole time!" Art was practically cackling. "You're looking forward to going back out there and being on display again! Not having to worry about your hands! Not having to worry about where your next meal is coming from! You'll be

beautiful

and

on display

not have to worry about a thing!"

"Erica!" shrieked Billie. "Now

you're

touching yourself!"

Everyone's heads snapped over to me. I looked down in horror. My fingers were inside me. I'd been working myself into a lather as Art had been talking. I was struck with a new level of humiliation; masturbating to the sounds of Art celebrating my humiliation.

I was dizzy. Horny as hell. Art grinned at me. Without even thinking, I walked over to her and violently kissed her. Her flesh against my own was warm, soft - so much softer than the men i had been with.

"

You're

the filthy little sub, aren't you?!" I cried out. I shoved my fingers in her and she gasped, then grinned. "You keep telling us this is good! I was the best thief in the business before all of this!" I rapidly, crudely fingered her. "I was supposed to be swimming in fucking

gold!

"

"And now - you get - to be more..." she gasped. I growled and pushed her to the floor. I took my fingers out of her pussy and grabbed her hair as I ground my pussy against hers. She giggled maniacally.

I was frustrated. I just wanted to feel power again. But she was loving this. I slowed down. "You really do like this, don't you?"

She looked right at me. "I love it."

I stopped grinding. She really did look beautiful. Her hair was mussed. She was drenched in sweat. And, of course, she was naked. But there was a light in her eyes. Not quite defiance - acceptance. She was where she was supposed to be, and that made her beautiful.

"Okay," I said. I climbed off her. "Okay." The air on my body felt different.

I

felt different. I turned to Billie. "You say we're going to be taken to the people we wronged, and then set free?"

"That's right."

"All right then." If I'm to be an ENF, so be it. Tie me up, drag me around, tickle me, and we'll get it over with. I won't give you a single reason to spank me. I'll play the role of the punished naked chick.

Candace tapped me on the shoulder. "Um, Erica..."

"What?"

"What you just did to Art... could you do it to me?"

"Huh?" I was genuinely thrown for a loop.

"Only, I'm still horny as hell, and that was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. I never thought I was attracted to women before, but watching you go to town on Art... I think she's right, I am a kinky little sub." She started fondling her nipples. "And I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, with your red hair and your cute short cut and your muscles, and I want you to bully me until I cum."

I was shocked. She was so sweet and gentle as she said it.

"This is the best fucking day ever," said Art.

I looked at Candace. She had sad, soft features. Naturally wet eyes. The more I looked at her, the more attracted I was. Her breasts really were incredible. Big and soft. They had jiggled on their own as she moved. I looked back up to her face - she was quietly letting me take her in. I felt a surge of power.

I looked down further at her body. It was that classic hourglass shape - bit tits, thin waist, wide hips. I didn't know many women really did look like that. She put her arms behind her back and bit her lower lip.

"Gods," I said. "You really are a filthy little sub."

"Yes, ma'am," she said quietly.

I walked up to her. I gently stroked her cheek. She seemed to enjoy the touch. I stroked my hand across her head into her hair. I then grabbed a whole bunch of hair at once.

"Ow!" she said.

"Get on your knees."

"Yes!" said Art, clapping. "Yes!"