She's taken on a walk to a local business (Humiliation route)

Elana felt the colt metal pressed into the back of her spine. Her skin tingled, the pressure was constant, steady. A warning that she had to obey. At any moment, it could be pushed home. What was it? A knife? a gun? Just a bluff? She wanted to turn around and see, but also knew better. She could feel sweat breaking out across her body, and the moment seemed to have stolen all the moisture from her mouth. She blinked, standing still, trying to work her voice.

"Who are you?" She asked slowly. "I can't see you."

"I know." The man said. "Don't turn around. Now, here is what I want you to do. Firstly, I am going to back off a few paces, and then you're going to take off your jacket and leave it here. Then, your shirt goes as well, do you understand me?"

Elana paled. Take off her shirt? But that would leave only her bra! Her stomach twisted, anxiety rising up inside of her. She felt as though she were standing on the edge of a great cliff, and might plummet down it at horrifying speeds if she made the slightest wrong move. That level of fear was present in her now. Her body shook, trembling at what she was being asked to do.

"But it's public..." She said.

"I know." The man replied.

"People will see!"

"That's the point."

She shivered, but slowly, Elana realised that she really had **** in the matter. The man did as he said, taking a few steps back. He was still behind her, so she could not see him. Elana looked at herself in the window of the store, seeing her pale face, and her green eyes now alive with emotion. She was breathing heavily, and her body felt like led. She reached up and started to unzip her jacked, feeling the fabric loosen as she shrugged it off. Instantly, the cold hit her. Her shirt was thin, and her skin prickled under at in the cold. Elana tried not to look at either side of her, sure that people were already stopping to peer at this strange girl shedding her clothing. She swallowed, her hands clawing at the fabric of her shirt as she slowly drew it up and over her head. Her skin was hit with the wind directly, and she shivered, trembling both from anxiety and cold as she let the balled up fabric fall to the ground.

She looked at herself in the window again. She was now wearing only her skirt and bra. Her chest was displayed well, and her nipples were already cold from their exposure. The claws of the wind seemed to rake down his spine, making her shiver.

The man approached again.

"Hands behind your back."

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, though she knew it was her own rules that had brought it about. Elana took a moment, trying to calm her beating heart. She felt worried, and that was only natural, but thanks to the rulebook, all of this would accepted, and she was in no real danger. She had always wanted to do something like this, but in reality, it was a lot more intense than she had imagined during her fantasies.

She took a deep breath, tried to still the trembling in her body, and decided that she would do what she could to enjoy it.

Elana straightened up, pressing her hands behind her back. Instantly, she felt the man grab them, the contact with him making her jump. Something cold and hard was pressed into her wrists, and the handcuffs snapped closed on both of her hands. Elana pulled, straining to free her limbs, but they were bound tightly behind her back. She felt exposed and helpless, and even more so as bystanders on the street turned to watch the odd scene. She felt like recoiling, their eyes on her naked skin like a bolt of lighting to her chest.

"It's all right." The man said, raising his voice. "This is an official ****. This women is Elana Richards. She is legally allowed to be kidnapped. This is all perfectly allowable in a court of law."

Elana didn't know exactly how that would work, but it seemed that the people accepted it thanks to her rulebook. That didn't mean they went away, however. The chance to see a half naked young woman was something that drew a certain type of person, and more of them began to gather as the news got around.

"Start walking." The kidnapper said, steering her with one hand. Elana, trembling, did as she was told. The feeling of eyes on her was intense. Her skin prickled, and she could feel her pussy moistening. She'd always wondered what it would be like to walk the city like this. **** by someone else to stride naked, where anyone could see her. Her face flushed red, matching her hair as she walked. The cold air beat against her body, made her shiver. The people gathered, many were men, but there were women as well. To Elana, who had never been confident on her own, this was equal parts horrifying and amazing. She was shy and awkward, had never really made a move on anyone. Now, so many people were gathering to watch her, to fantasise about her.

Of course, for many of them, it did not end merely in fantasy.

"Take off her bra!" Someone shouted. Elana flinched at that.

"Make her crawl on all fours!" Someone else called.

"Look at her, I bet she's enjoying it." Said a third.

"I wonder what she did that this sort of thing is allowed?" Soemone wondered.

"Must have been bad." Said another. "For this sort of punishment. Must have been bad. She deserves it, I think. Has to."

Elana was **** to walk through the crowd, doing her best not to meet anyone's eyes, she felt like she was walking through a low tide, her legs did not seem to want to work. She was trembling, and she could feel them watching her. Judging her. Some of them looked at her with lust, others were angry or disgusted that she would allow this to happen. She wanted to plead with them that she had ****, but her kidnapper drove her on relentlessly. He walked right behind her, but she did not turn her face to see. She was focused on the road, her eyes down. Her skin tingled as she felt the gaze of the passersby.

Elana wondered what would happen if she stopped and refused to go on. Would the kidnapper punish her, right here in the street? A trill of horrified lust snapped through her body at that thought. Oh, would he make her get naked and continue the walk? Or would he **** her to move on all fours, like a dog? If she tried to run, would she escape, or would she be caught and made to pay for it? Which outcome did she even want?

With a start, Elana realised that she knew where they were going. This was a street in the city that she frequented often, where she worked as a secretary, in fact. Horror rose in her as she realised that many of the people seeing her were people she knew. People she talked to, and chatted with during breaks.