Author's Note: My computer is still having technical problems, so I decided to knock up a short series of sketches in the world I've made interspersed with thoughts on writing ENF stories. I should be back on schedule in two weeks.
I was sitting at my desk, working on the budget for next month when I felt overcome by ennui. Or maybe I was just tired. Either way, I simply couldn't focus. I sat back and stretched, looking out my office window at the room full of people working at their desks. I was the supervisor to all of them, and I watched them all type away for a few seconds before making a decision. I got up and stepped out of my office.
"Regina, dear, I'm heading out to lunch. Take any messages for me. I shouldn't be long."
"Yes, Miss Bandini."
I headed out, walking through the streets of the city. It was crowded today; I was simply one in a mass of people, and it was bright and sunny, which suited my plans. I passed through side alleys and shops, taking as many shortcuts to my destination as I could. I pushed past panhandlers and vendors alike.
I came to it: the ENF Wall. On the side of a wall of the tax office, a collection of naked women tied to the wall. There were twelve hooks punched into the wall and nine of them had a naked woman tied to them. Each woman's arms were pulled up as high as they could go. Their bodies were fully exposed for anyone to see and they couldn't do a single thing to cover up.
With my hands clasped behind my back, I paced from one end of the wall to the other. They were all different sizes and shapes, all wearing pendants with glowing green numbers on them. One was thin with small but cute breasts and very curly brown hair that was tied back. Another was short and round, with big and gorgeous blue eyes marked by where she'd clearly been crying. Another was quite plain looking with a brown bob, refusing to look at me.
I could feel the humiliation coming from them. They were all feeling their nudity, their exposure, their complete lack of any privacy. I walked through just looking at their pubic hair, then walked by again looking at their breasts. Finally, I spoke.
"Hello, girls. My name is Megan Bandini. At one point, I was one of you."
Author's Note: I really enjoy the creative outlet of writing these stories. I aim to trap the reader completely in the head of an embarrassment naked woman, and every choice I make is based around that - the first person perspective, the lack of any real explanation we get for anything, and the chronological layout of what happens to her.
The ENF Catcher
(which I now think of as "A Murderer Gets Punished") did work with its achronological structure, I now feel, but I still prefer to watch our heroine develop her shame in real time.
I also prefer a fantasy world because it allows me to completely make up ways of dominating my heroines, both literally (like Sir's powers) and socially (like the existence of Campbell-Taylor). That one-off in the present was fun, but I don't want to have the real world intrude on a fun fantasy.
"Lady Vivosian, I cannot agree. Our two peoples must work together on this."
She narrowed her eyes as she considered my statement. Like all elves, Lady Vivosian had dark blue skin that made her white eyes stand out more brilliantly. This, along with her obvious good looks and elaborate clothing - white cloth with big fluffy white patches sewn into the shoulders and elbows - made it very hard to focus. Her stare was intimidating.
"Mr Ambassador," she said in her lilting elven accent. "You push your luck sometimes. You humans seem a determined lot. We elves are patient. We can outlast your demands."
I fell silent. I looked out of the carriage. The elven city was beautiful, with ancient stone carved buildings where it seemed as if the rock had grown conveniently. There were elven statues, elven paintings on walls. Merchants selling elven clothing. Then I saw something that made me start.
"Is that a naked woman?!"
"Hm?" Last Vivosian glanced over. "Oh, that's just an ENF."
"A what?!"
"An ENF. You see the man pulling her on a leash? He's an... hm, what's the human word for it? An ENF Catcher, I suppose. He leads her around on the street."
"But why?"
She was puzzled. "Punishment. She committed a crime, so he makes her strip naked, he ties her up, and he takes her to her victim. Ah, look, she's playing up!"
I watched the elven woman start fighting her bonds. The elven man holding her leash sat on a bench and pulled her over his lap. He then started spanking her. She was wailing. I leaned in to listen as she spoke.
"I can't catch her elven. What's she saying?"
