You Dont Get To Cry Pt 02

The slavedriver took us into town. As soon as people saw us, they started pointing and laughing.

"Look!" someone said. "Slaves!"

My face was completely red. I stared at the ground, too ashamed to look anyone in the eye. I looked down at my body; it was one I'd always been proud of, tough and strong, though muscle meant nothing against a spellcaster like the slavedriver. Now all I saw was the body of a loser. I looked at my tits as I walked. They were there for anybody to look at. I wouldn't even be able to ask permission for where to move my body; it would be assumed that I'd be dragged somewhere and made to do things.

No! I sneered and snapped my head up. I'd fight all the way. I'd hold my head high. They couldn't enslave the will out of me. I am a clever, witty lady thief. This was just a

temporary

setback. A humiliating experience, for sure; I hated the way people stared at my naked body. My bottom still stung from the spanking I'd taken earlier. But I'd figure a way out! I just had to bide my time.

The slavedriver pulled us over to a stage in the middle of the town. Ah, this must be where we would be auctioned off. There was a wide variety of people; villagers, who presumably would not be able to afford us and mostly came for the show. Traders and merchants, wearing beautiful robes with so many colours weaved together and fine golden jewelry. I even saw a few knights.

I started to get nervous. All those people! When they saw us, they broke into wild applause. My courage faltered. I was naked! Bound! A crowd was staring at me, so hungrily! I felt all their eyes on me. I felt small, I felt weak. I felt like the most pathetic creature in the world. My heart began to race. I hated the attention. I hated being their small, stupid, naked slave! I could feel the air running over my body. I could feel the sweat dripping down my naked back. My body felt like a fucking

prison!

The slavedriver dragged us to the stage. There was a hitching post at the back of it. He tied Catelyn to it, to my confusion. I was at the front of the line, so what was going on here? He then unchained me from the rest of the coffle. Ah, I see. He was still going to -

urk!

He jerked on the chain around my neck, choking me slightly and pulling me along like a dog. The bastard! The piece of shit! It was physically painful, of course, but it was also humiliating and degrading; treated as an animal, and not a well-kept one either. To be a pet or livestock rather than a person - a cool, streetsmart thief! I was a master lockpick, by the gods! And now I was lowered to a naked animal!

As he pulled me to the stage, the audience started cheering and clapping together. I was terrified. I was the center of attention! It felt like I had a million eyes on me. The mere act of being on a stage was amplifying my terror. Naked on a stage! Hands bound behind my back! Unable to cover up, unable to preserve the slightest bit of dignity. What felt like a whole town and more, staring in wonder at my breasts and pussy.

I felt like there was a spotlight on me, though of course we were out in broad daylight. I felt the blood pumping through my body as fear totally overtook me. I was frozen in terror, like a mouse seeing a hawk come for it. Then I felt the slavedriver unchain my wrists, and a powerful, invisible force clamped itself around my wrists and ankles. My arms were pulled into the air! My legs were forced apart!

I was held in that position - like a starfish. It was a new level to this hell. I felt more exposed than ever in a crowd full of so many smiling people. I felt like my whole body was now on display; every inch of my flesh to be studied by a crowd of dozens.

"Say hello to Mina!" No! Somehow, them knowing my name made it worse. No longer was I an anonymous body, but someone with a name and history. "She thought she was the smartest thief in the land, and now this skinny tomboy can be forced to do your bidding!" My body started turning in the air like a carousel, so they could see me at every angle. "Do I hear fifty

col

for her?"

"I bid fifty

col

!" I couldn't see now, but it was a man's voice that had called out. Fifty

col?

That was barely a week's worth of food for me! I was offered for that little?! The spinning was slow, but I was still deeply uncomfortable. And the shame was starting to overwhelm me. I felt defeated. No! Fight the fear! You just have to run the first chance you get!

"Sixty

col!"

cried out a woman's voice. Was this one of the rich lesbians? My body slowly turned around, and the full crowd slowly moved into my field of vision. My gods! So many of them! I wiggled my hands, trying desperately to get them to move, but they were stuck in place. I wiggled my body, which just meant I was wiggling my butt, and the crowd laughed, and I was so ashamed that I stopped.

"Seventy!" yelled an older man. "I love her cute bottom and the way it wiggles!"

I hung my head. I closed my eyes like that would make the crowd disappear and tried to will the shame away. I felt the dull roar of them worm its way into my head. I wiggled my toes, the only real freedom afforded to me now.

"Eighty

col

!"