The Enf Catcher Pt 05

I was wearing a long red dress with a plunging neckline and a slit up the right side to show off my leg, as well as a pair of thin, elegant shoes that were a pain to wear. But I felt so racy and naughty. Wearing this around a group of revolutionaries was so exciting.

"Haha! So then I simply showed my fake identification to the officer, and he arrested the man chasing me instead! I got clean away!"

Everyone in the room laughed uproariously. I giggled. The man speaking, Jerry Taron, swigged his drink and them beamed at the room. He then looked towards his friend. "Kome! Now you should tell them about your daring bank robbery!"

"Of course! Of course!" Kome launched into a story in which he robbed a bank while wearing a cast on a foot (feigning that it was broken) as well as a false moustache and grey wig. But I kept sneaking looks at Jerry.

He was so handsome. His charisma made him seem so much taller than his average height. He hadn't bothered to shave for a few days. He cropped his black hair short enough that he probably didn't have to take care of it but long enough that it must have felt great to run your fingers through it.

I was head-over-heels for him. I wanted to kiss those soft lips of his, feel his weathered revolutionary's hands running down my body, and bite his neck hoping it would turn him on.

Then he looked at me. My heart skipped a beat. He kept looking at me and he smiled warmly. I knew I had him then.

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I was naked. My wrists were bound together by rope and then tied to a tree branch above my head. My captor was currently in the process of rubbing the protective cream onto my body.

"Megan. Stand still."

He was rubbing it onto my breasts. To my consternation, it felt really good - warm and soft. I couldn't stop moaning and giggling. When he finished up (covering everything but my ass), I felt warm and comfortable, as if I were in a hot spring rather than naked in a forest. It repelled dirt and bugs and other nasty things; everything except the eyes of others and the humiliation that brings.

He untied me from the tree and tied my wrists together behind my back, then tied a rope around my left ankle, looped it up through my wrist bindings, and tied the other end to my right ankle. There was enough slack for me to walk comfortably, but somehow it did leave me feeling more bound. He then hooked a leash around my neck, climbed on his horse, and started marching me through the forest.

It took us a few hours to get to a village. As usual, we - I - received stares. Farmers in their fields did double-takes, ignoring their tools. Maids were churning butter, only to look up, continuing to press the pedals of their machines but failing to turn the handle.

What a revolting development. All these rough salt-of-the-earth peasants staring at my naked body - my tits, my ass, my pussy, my thighs. I couldn't help but stare at them in rage. They smiled back at me, gleeful to see a naked woman. One woman blew me a kiss. I almost swore I could feel something on my cheek and wondered if she was some kind of mage, or if in my humiliation that my imagination was running away with me.

My captor led me to the local tavern; after tying up his horse, he pulled me under the tavern's porch, unbound me, then tied a rope to one of my wrists, threw the rope over one of the porch roof's support beams, then tied the other end to my other wrist. He then pulled my right foot up off the round and tied the remainder of the rope around my right ankle.

The result was that my arms were bound above my head and my right foot pulled up in the air, with me left standing on my left foot. There was no reason for this except to torture me further with a more awkward and compromising position; he could simply hang me up like this and there was nothing I could do about it. I could see the sneers and amusement of the peasants.

They came out to gawk and smile at me. I saw a couple holding hands - the man staring at me with open lust, the woman cheekily grinning. She whispered in his ear and he looked at her in amazement as she laughed. I scowled. This is my fate? To be fuel for some villager's sexual escapades? The thought of him thrusting into her as they both got off to my predicament made my skin burn. I tugged uselessly at the rope burdening my wrists.

"Look at her, trying to get out!"

"Look at her boobs jiggle!"

I stopped, suddenly hyper-aware of everything my body was doing. They laughed harder. I tried not to cry from the shame. I hoped my eyes glowered! I hoped my anger emanated from me! They would not see my shame, they would not!

A woman came out of the crowd. She was dressed in a simple peasant's outfit - a drab, cheap brown with a tacky bunch of teddy bear patches sewed on haphazardly. She had short mousy-brown hair.

"Look at you," she smirked. "All nakey." She walked around me, looking me up and down. "Cute little belly. Gorgeous butt. "

"Go away!"

"Hey, now that I look closer, I can see you've been spanked. Pretty hard too!"

"Leave me alone!"

She walked right up into my space. "You been a

naughty

li'l nakey girl? Is that how it is?"

That's when it finally clicked. I saw the way she was looking at me and realised she wanted to touch me. I had to suppress a grin when I felt the surge of power come over me. This dumb peasant clearly had no idea about the rules this madman lived by. I had to be very careful how I approached this.

"Y-yes I have." It was harder than I thought to say those words. "Please don't punish me any more than I have been. I just want to be left alone."

"Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you, naughty li'l nakey girl." Come on, come on, come on! "What did you do to get punished?"

Damn it! "I was... I did..." I blushed and looked away. Why did I suddenly feel an acidic taste in the back of my throat?

"Aw, nakey girl. Whatever it is, it sounds like you didn't confess. Strong-willed nakey girl, tied up with one foot in the air and still not confessing. That's sad and beautiful." She then leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

I was surprised at the sudden warmth and joy I felt at human touch that wasn't being bound or spanked. But even more than that, I was grinning at having won.