This choice: They lift you off the ground, and decide to kidnap you to have some fun • Go Back... You feel four hands grabbing you, each one taking one limb. You are lifted up, then you feel the rest of the gang helping to get you up their heads. They transport you outside, turn to the backstreet, and put you down after about fifty feet. You realise they have brought you to the back alley just behind the bar, and that everyone inside is staring at you by the many windows, at the back of the place. Instinctively, you roll yourself in a ball, knowing it would be the best way to cover yourself at this point.
Suddenly, the leader of the street gang starts talking to you.
- Well, this is gonna be fun. So, baby, what do you want?
You don't dare to answer right now. For all you know, he might use your answer to rape you right in front of the small crowd that are his clients. He repeats his question, then asks:
- Come on, you're not gonna tell us why you walked into my bar naked as the day you were born? Did you want to put a show? You want money, don't? Then you're gonna have to work for it, my dear.
- Please, you scream in despair, it was an accident! I lost my bikini while crossing the street! I just wanna get some clothes and go home! Please don't hurt me! Just give me something to wear and let me go!
- Are you kidding me?
His face had suddenly changed, from amusement to bewilderment.
- A true ENF? An Embarrassed Naked Female right here? Oh, sweet God, we're gonna have soooo much fun with you.
He approaches you, every bit of his face seeming to enjoy your shame and embarrassment.
- We are gonna give you some clothes, baby. In a few hours. In the meanwhile, you will have to do everything we tell you. Otherwise, you know what we are going to do?
You shake your head, every bit of your naked body trembling with fear.
- See, we are kinda friends with the local police. If you *dissapear* without a trace, they are gonna assume we have nothing to do with it. Oh, don't worry, we have no intention of killing you - that's not our way. However, we might lock you up in our basement, making sure you never wear another piece of clothing again and forcing you to act like a dog, eat like a dog and bark like a dog, so you can be our very own little pet - one that we can have some *real* fun with, of course, he added with a smile.
He paused for a moment, then the leader asked:
- So, naked little girl, do you accept to be our slave for a few hours?
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