you
would enjoy it that much.
"Fuck you!" I said, the words out of my mouth before I could think.
"Excellent." He waved his hand without even looking. My legs snapped shut. He turned his horse and waved his hand again, looking at me. I turned upside down! I was hanging in the air! Danielle and Catelyn were pulled forward. My breasts flopped down ridiculously. The blood started rushing to my head. He clapped his hands. OW! By the stars and moon, he spanked me with magic! He clapped again. AARGH! I could swear, every time it happened, I could hear faint giggling from a young girl. I looked around; everything was starting to blur, but I could see Danielle and Catelyn staring at me in horror. I tried shaking and kicking, but my legs were fused together, and it did nothing to free me. Clap! OW! I could see butterflies flapping about before fading out of existence. What kind of magic was this? My bottom hurt so much.
"Are you done?" asked the man. "Or do you need some more punishment?"
"I'll be good!" I said. "Please! Let me down! I'll be good!"
"Fine. Understand: I can make it worse for you." He waved his hand, and I was flipped back over and roughly dropped to the ground. I pulled myself to my feet and he simply kept moving forward. "For the record, I'm always surprised by where slaves end up sold. But usually, dark-haired tomboys like you, Mina, tend to be sold as either farm labour, as Danielle said, to underground mines, or more rarely to rich lesbians looking for a toy. Lesbians sure love their tomboys."
I was shocked. All of those options sounded so painful and humiliating. I became a thief because I
didn't
want to work! Was that the outcome of Danielle's stupidity? I'd be sweaty and exhausted, worked to the bone doing something boring? Being sold to a lesbian, being some toy to a beautiful woman, locked up in a harem when she wasn't using me, didn't sound great either.
"As Mina pointed out, Danielle is a redhead with big tits," continued the man. "You'll probably end up a house slave. I could easily see you being a rickshaw slave; naked and pulling your owner about. Regardless, as a beautiful woman, you'll probably end up on display somewhere, to show off your owner's wealth or at least as an object of beauty."
Now that was hardly fair! That sounded cruisy, if anything. This fucking bitch screws me over, and she gets to lounge about doing easy shit all day while I'll probably work? I was more enraged than ever, but I was terrified of incurring the man's wrath, so I kept my mouth shut.
"As for Catleyn? You're skinny, plain, and have no tits. So you'll definitely end up on a farm or underground, having to do work. Easy."
I looked back. Catelyn looked utterly defeated. It seemed so humiliating; no charisma, no beauty, so now she was probably going to be farm equipment. Anonymous, backbreaking labour, far away from the glitz and glamour she had as a thief.
I became afraid. Where was I going to go? What was going to happen to me? Would I ever be free again, or was I doomed to be a naked slave for the rest of my life? One thing I knew: I would never see Danielle or Catelyn again. It was a shame. I would love for the chance to beat that stupid bitch to death with my own hands.
