We walked through the forest. The leaves were turning orange and falling to the ground. I could see my breath in front of my face. And yet, incredibly, I didn't feel cold and no dirt or water stuck to my body. I was perfectly beautiful at all times - I assume because of the cream Sir put on me in the morning and night.
I was a beautiful object walking through a beautiful landscape. None fo it meant anything to me. The only words I'd said in days were "Yes, Sir." Not once had I resisted or fought.
I saw a town ahead of us. There were no farms around; we just came up to a bunch of wooden buildings. People were rugged up in big woollen clothes that looked very expensive. There were a lot of people wearing fluffy hats that fell down past their ears. This must be where people make a lot of money, if everything is imported from other towns.
I was still naked.
Sir walked me through the town. People looked at my body. Many of them snickered as soon as they saw me. I was the stupid naked woman, tied up, unable to cover herself. I was too tired to ignore it. I was too tired to do anything but reluctantly accept their mockery.
Sir took me to a big building in the middle of the town. I could see people taking big wagons of supplies and material in. Where were we? I didn't care. I'd find out when I needed to know.
I am so pathetic.
A man walked up to Sir. "Are you the ENF Catcher?" he asked.
"Yes I am," said Sir.
"Good. I'm the guy here to take your horse for you. We're all set up for you inside."
Sir hopped down from his horse and gave the reins to the guy. He pulled me in closer. He had to tug on the leash to get me moving. I just didn't give a shit that it hurt anymore. My body was moving of its own accord, and I was watching from somewhere far away.
He took me inside. It was a warehouse. There were lots of women at desks, sewing clothes. Gods, the irony! The irony! They were sewing the most beautiful dresses I'd ever seen in my life. They had clearly been working hard; many of them looked tough and meaty.
They openly laughed the second they saw me. The laughter seemed to fill my body. I felt like a bowl being filled with humiliation. I walked sluggishly as Sir led me through. There was a door-sized frame at the end of the room, where all the desks were facing.
Sir took me up to it. I stood patiently as he untied me. When he finished, I stood there waiting for his instructions. He simply lifted my arms to clasp cuffs to each wrist, then separated my legs to clasp cuffs to each ankle. I was standing in a star position in front of all these women. Naked, of course.
A man came out in a nice suit. He must have been the manager. "Ladies," he said. "As a reward for your hard work, here is your entertainment. I'm told this young woman was a thief."
They booed and hissed. I felt so small and degraded. I tried staring at the floor, but that seemed to make them louder.
"Her punishment now is to be stripped naked for public view. No clothes, no dignity. Shamed before you for her crimes."
The women laughed. They laughed so hard. I felt tears in my eyes. I was so tired! I was so tired of being humiliated and naked and made fun of!
"Look!" said one woman. "She's crying!"
I was. I sniffed. They only laughed harder.
"Well, she's about to have something to cry about," said the manager. Sir stepped over to me and started tickling me.
