She can rest, but there's a dire cost.

"You want to rest?" The man said, turning to look at her properly. Elana nodded, realising that she was already quite a sight compared to the composed woman she'd seen in the window this morning. She was naked, her body sweaty, her hair was a mess, and her lower legs soaking in her own juices. She was gasping, her lower body trembling as she tried to bring it back under control. She felt an intense sense of shame, humiliation and torment, to have been so totally exposed to so many people, they had seen her do something even she had not known she could do. To be pushed so far, so completely. Was she still enjoying this? Even she didn't know, her head was spinning. She needed a moment to catch her breath. She felt like she was on the edge of some deep pit, and shuffling forwards. She needed to pull herself, to regain some control.

"P-please..." She said, the chains rattled as the man walked closer to her, the pressure on her nipples and clit lessening. She sighed in relief.

"That can be arranged." The man said. "But there is a price, as I am sure you expect."

She nodded, mutely. She had indeed expected this much. Someone who would set her on this sort of humiliation would not allow her a break without exacting something in return.

"What..." She said slowly, still trying to catch her breath. "What do you want me to do?"

"Here is what I want you to say." The man told her, leaning forwards and whispering in her ear. Elana listened, her face flushing more and more as he went on. When he broke apart, her lips were parsed tightly together. But she nodded.

"O-okay. " She said. "I'll do it."

"Good. Do it now, then, or we'll move on."

Elana took a deep breath, feeling the gaze of the crowd upon her. A hundred pairs of eyes played along her skin, watching her shift and squirm and try to hide herself. She could feel the burning heat of their attention along her body, especially in her chest and crotch. She wanted them to stop, to go away, and yet instead, she took a deep breath, and **** herself to speak.

"A-attention..." She said, her voice raised as high as she could make it. She tried to make it sound dignified, but it sounded unsteady instead. She licked her lips, trying to **** the next words out of herself before she totally chocked on then. "I am...I am Elana Richards, and you all know that by now. I am also a woman who likes to be humiliated. I like to be tied up and used."

More tears prickled her eyes as she spoke, forcing herself to voice the lines that the man had given her.

"I am...." She stumbled, but quickly caught herself. "I am the type of person who enjoys all of this, and in an hour or so, I am going to be delivered to a new place of work... I...I have been captured by someone who wants to use my talents, but I need to learn my place first. So please... help me learn my place by writing it out on my body."

As she spoke, the man opened one of his pockets and revealed a series of permanent markers, most of them in black, but some in other colours as well.

"Please..." She said slowly, dipping her head again so that she could hide behind the fringe of her hair. "Show me what kind of person I really am..."

Silence spread through the crowd for a moment. Then, mutters of disbelief. For a long period, no one stepped forwards. Each person waiting for someone else to do it. Then, someone did, a man aged about twenty, a hungry, predatory look in his eye. He walked towards her, Elana's kidnapper handed him a marker.

"P-please..." Elana said, addressing the crowd again. "I'll move in any way that you want, but I beg of you to allow me to rest."

Then, the time for speaking was done. The man started to draw on her skin, the touch made her shiver, the lines felt cool against her heated body. The man drew a large arrow pointing towards her pussy, she felt the heat of his body near her. He looked to her, meeting her eyes, and grinned. Then he moved away.

Someone else came next, and then another, and another. Eventually, there were many people working around her. Elana tried to ignore them, but it was nearly impossible. The gentle touch of the permanent markers teased her sensitive skin. She yelped or jumped when someone decided to write on her pussy or breasts. The man told her that she had to answer questions as well, so long as they were related to what was being written.

One man wrote the word ''slut'' on her belly, then made an arrow pointing to each of her breasts. Someone else added ''Pull'' below the arrow. A woman with a daring look in her eyes told her to sit with her legs wide, then wrote the word ''Juicy'' across her pussy. Elana flushed pale with humiliation as she did.

A male and female pair took one breast each. The man gently circled her nipple, and then wrote in a spiralling script that wrapped around her breast. When he was done, Elana realised that it was a description of her own body in its current status - dripping, wanting and wanton.

"So you don't forget." He said and patted her breast.

The woman, on the other hand, branded her breast in large font, the word ''****'' was visible to all, taking up the front of her beast. She then roughly coloured the nipple in black, mostly just to make Elana squirm.

Someone - she never found out who - drew and erect dick on her thigh, pointing it up towards her pussy with the words ''Insert'' under it. Someone else wrote a message on her ass: ''Fuckhole, use as you like.''

Another person - a woman with blond hair and glittering green eyes - asked her how many men she'd ever fucked in her life, then wrote that number just above her right breast, and underlined it with the word 'Whore'',

Elana sat and **** herself to endure it all. Her eyes closed, she tried to recover as much strength as she could, knowing she would need it soon. The crowd swarmed her, each touch of the pen bringing her greater and greater shame.

A man rated her fuckability on her left thigh, marking her as eight out of ten. A woman added the instruction to ''Twist and pull'' to her breasts, pointing to her nipples. Someone else added the words ''Never let me rest'' to her pelvis, with an arrow pointing to her aroused womanhood.

At last, her kidnapper had decided that Elana had had enough. He ordered the crowd back, taking back the pens.

"Thank you for your patronage." He said with a rehearsed grin. "Our **** here is surely much appreciative of the service you have provided."

Elana yelped. The man had tugged on the chain to her clit a little too hard, she felt the shock of it bolt through her.

"Y-yes!" She agreed. "Thank you so much..."

"If you want to find her again, she'll be on this very street." The man said. "Well, in a manner of speaking. She'll be inside one of the buildings, working for my client. But I am sure something can be provided for you if you put in the demand."

He tugged the chains again, more insistently this time. Elana clambered to her feet, unsteady even now she had had a break. Still, she felt a bit more firm headed, and she was not going to wait around for someone to write on her again. Her clit pulsed, still sensitive from his climax and from her piercing, and each step was an agony beyond any she'd felt before. Pleasure and pain mixed for her as she moved, the stimulation of her young body was constant, and she was at the edge of her endurance. Thanks to the break, though, she managed to keep putting one foot in front of the other as the man led her to the end of the street. She came three more times, but at least managed to keep her feet, though she was sure the crowd could tell, and she burned with shame each time. Nonetheless, she kept moving, kept pushing forwards, her clit burned for release, each climax making the next more intense and the next few paces even harder. She was gasping, desperately grabbing for air with her lungs, heaving great ragged breaths by the time they arrived at their destination.

Their destination, as it turned out, was a place she knew very well indeed. It was across the road from her place of work, near the end of the street. It was a large, office building, reaching high into the sky. She didn't know what they did in there other than office work.

"The manager of the building is the one who hired me to kidnap you." The man said to her, almost conversationally. "You see, it seems like they needed a new secretary. The old one quit or something. So they decided instead of just hiring one, they would bring you in. You're trained for that, right?"

"A...a secretary..." Elana gasped. "All of this because they wanted me to work as a secretary? They could have just hired me! Why the piercings? And the drawing? And the naked walk?"

"Because." The man said. "They also want a ****. Seems production is a bit down, so the manager thought the introduction of an incentive might make people work a bit harder."

"Oh god I'm the incentive."

"Indeed you are." The man said. "As for the humiliation, well, the guy wanted you to know exactly what sort of job you'd be walking into."