There was I. Arms and head locked in a pillory. It wasn't affixed to poles in the ground, but rather to a chain that my captor was holding onto. He was up on a horse, riding slow enough for me to keep up but forcing me to keep a steady pace. I was his prisoner.
I was also completely naked.
It was, of course, completely humiliating. We had passed by so many people - not just on the road, but through villages. The pillory felt tight around my wrists; my arms ached to be lowered to cover my breasts and pussy but were locked securely next to my neck. I felt every brush of air on my naked body. I felt every glance and stare and grin and grimace too.
I was the prisoner of an ENF catcher. I had a bounty placed on me, and he had tracked me down, made me strip naked, and then tied me up and dragged me through the countryside. Any disobedience and he spanked me - hard. My ass was red raw after I tried to escape that one time.
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My captor lead me through the woods to a building. The front of it was modern and clean, with a stable attached to the side. I could see that the back reached further than a normal building, especially an inn one would find in the woods, which confused me and left me curious. A young man came out of the stable; my captor climbed down from his horse and handed the reins to the boy. I wasn't sure whether to be offended or relieved when the boy didn't give my naked body a second glance. I wondered how many naked women had passed through here, that mine was simply another piece of meat to him.
My captor pulled on the chain connected to my pillory, and I obediently followed him into the building. It was a beehive of activity. There was a central desk at the entrance with a woman sitting at it. To the left were desks within cubicles and dozens of people writing; to the right were couches and chairs with people dressed like my captor, sitting and reading and talking. Behind the desk was a door.
"Hello," said my captor. "I'm here to process Megan Bandini. She doesn't know my name, and I'd like to keep it that way."
"Of course," said the woman at the desk. She glanced at me, then down at my body. I was convinced she was trying to make me feel more naked. It worked. The pillory binding my arms to my neck felt tight. She looked down at the papers on her desk. "Looks like room 7 is free. Alexa will meet you there."
"Very good. Thank you." My captor pulled me - with force but not crudely - around the desk and through the door behind it. Behind it was a corridor; at the end was a door marked 'STABLES', but he took me through another door on the left marked 'PROCESSING'. Behind that was another corridor, down which there were a series of doors, each labelled with a number. My captor, of course, took me down to room 7.
It was a small room. There was a contraption in the middle - it looked like an iron cage with no bars. In the top were manacles attached to thick bars, at the bottom was a circular plate with manacles. My captor turned a wheel on the side, causing the top manacles and bars to lower. He pulled me over to it and unlocked the pillory. I struggled against him.
