AFTER HOURS

I looked at my watch. It was almost closing time, which meant that my first day in my new job was almost over... I found the news very disappointing, since I was enjoying my new job immensely. Sure, my fellow shop assistants Jessica and Sarah had a habit of bullying me when the manager, Debbie, wasn't around, but working in such a wonderful environment more than made up for that.

Jessica was behind the till and Sarah was helping a young man find a suitable pair of handcuffs to use on his girlfriend. I looked around the shop, surveying the racks of fetishwear and bondage equipment, smiling to myself. Apart from the young man, there were only three other customers - a pair of young women, obviously a couple, who were perusing the latex section and occasionally giggling quietly, and an older man in a large coat who was keeping very much to himself while glancing around furtively at everyone else.

I decided to wander in the direction of the two girls, to ask if they needed any help. They looked up when they heard my heels clicking on the hard floor. I was wearing all black, in the form of a blouse and a knee-length skirt, as well as my high heels. They blushed, and I smiled. They were both very attractive, one brunette with large eyes, the other blonde with a curvy figure.

"May I be of assistance?" I asked.

"We're... err... just browsing," the blonde replied, obviously the more dominant of the two.

"Would you like to try something on?" I asked, gesturing to the rack of latex outfits they were perusing.

"Erm... sure..."

Fifteen minutes later, they left with two outfits and two smiles. I didn't need to look at my watch to tell the time because Debbie, the manager, closed the door behind them.

"Sorry, girls," she said to Jessica, Sarah and myself, "but I have to leave right now. Will you be okay counting up the till and locking up?"

"Sure," said Jessica.

"No problem," said Sarah.

And, with that, she left. As one, Jessica and Sarah turned towards me.

"You'll be okay counting up the till and locking up," Jessica said, more of a statement than a question.

"I guess so," I smiled.

"Good," Sarah said, "now, get out of my way."

She pushed past me and, with Jessica, left the shop - but I didn't mind their rudeness. I was all alone in a big shop full of fetishwear and bondage equipment. I decided that the till could wait... I wanted to have some fun first - this opportunity was too good to pass up. I first walked to the till and took a handcuff key from one of the drawers. I then walked to the front door and locked it from the inside, and dropped the handcuff key in the window display, between the legs of a mannequin dressed as a dominatrix and brandishing a whip. I looked out of the window and saw Jessica and Sarah crossing the high street and heading off into the evening twilight. It was then that I felt the butterflies in my tummy, as the reality of my situation dawned - I was a kid in a sweet shop, and I wanted to sample everything. But, first, I had to get naked - I did this quickly, mainly because of my growing excitement, and hid my clothes behind the till.

Over the course of the day, certain items in the shop had caught my eye but I hadn't realised that, come evening, I'd be left alone with them. So, it didn't take me long to walk around the shop and pick up a pair of black latex stockings with matching black latex opera gloves, a black collar, some soft rope, a ring-gag head harness, a pair of clover clamps and a pair of handcuffs (which I knew would match the key I had dropped in the display window).

I headed for the changing rooms (since they had decent mirrors) and donned the clothes. I took my time, enjoying the sensation of the tight material gripping my flesh, watching the way the light reflected off my black latex curves, and relishing in the secure snugness of the collar around my neck, kept in place with a small padlock. The gloves and stockings somehow made me feel even more naked, which made me feel even more excited and caused my nipples to get noticeably harder. Perhaps it was because if someone discovered me naked, I could probably come up with a suitable excuse... and if someone discovered me naked and bound, I could probably come up with a suitable excuse... but if someone discovered me dressed in fetish gear and bound, I'd begin to have trouble finding a plausible explanation...

With an armful of bondage toys, I headed out of the changing room and into the backroom of the shop. I placed the bondage toys in the middle of the floor and then returned to the main shop, where I grabbed a shopping basket and filled it with all of the vibrators on display (which I knew contained fresh batteries). I returned to the backroom and arranged the vibrators around the floor, switching them on one by one - the room was filled with a noise like a swarm of angry bees, and I smiled as I watched the different models of vibrators move and twitch around the floor.

I then sat in the middle of the floor and prepared my bondage. First was the breast bondage - I looped coils of rope around the base of each breast and drew them tight, tying the ropes off to the back of the collar, which brought my breasts up and together, and made them bulge deliciously. Once I was satisfied with my new look (and had played with my bulging breasts for a few minutes), I proceeded to frogtie my ankles to my thighs - not too tight, since I wanted the option of lying down on my tummy comfortably. I then had a fiddly couple of minutes (hampered by my gloves) of attaching the handcuffs to the top of the ring-gag harness with a small padlock - once it was ready I held the contraption up in front of my face and grinned. I pulled the gag slowly into my mouth, having to open very wide for it, and fastened the straps behind my head, arranging my hair around them and then padlocking them. My nipples were rock-hard by now, but that didn't prepare them for the intense pain of the clover clamps... at least the gag stopped me from making too much noise, but I couldn't stop myself from drooling and groaning. Before I changed my mind, I reached my arms up over my head and quickly closed the handcuffs around my wrists.

I struggled, but there was no give in my bonds, and no modesty in my outfit or position. I was very deliciously vulnerable, helpless and exposed... and aroused. The idea of this little game was to get as much pleasure from as many vibrators as possible... until my nipples just couldn't take any more from the clamps and I had to go to the display window (and risk being seen by anyone walking along the high street) to get the key. I was so turned on, I knew that all I had to do was sit on one of the many buzzing toys on the floor to cum immediately... which I did. It soon became obvious, though, that my body really craved the feeling of something hard thrusting inside me... and tied as I was, I had no way to arrange the vibrators to do that. But that didn't stop me trying.

I caught my reflection in a mirror as I was desperately trying to ride one of the smaller (but louder) vibrators... There I was, my eyes filled with lust, my mouth wide, helpless and drooling, my latex-clad arms cuffed to the top of my head, my bulging breasts red and clamped, my latex-clad legs frogtied beneath me with just enough freedom to get me from vibrator to vibrator... and I was beginning to find the mixture of vibrators and bondage more of a frustration (but what a frustration!) since my body yearned to be taken... and taken hard...

The only way to get what I wanted was to go to the display window, collect the key and release myself. I didn't think that I'd be releasing myself on grounds of sexual frustration - I thought the painful bite of the nipple clamps would get to me first. Nevertheless, I left the floorful of vibrators behind and began the slow journey through the shop, the chain swinging between my hard nipples as I moved, my naked sex so hot I found it difficult to resist the urge to grind myself against the display stands.

I was halfway across the shop when I heard the key in the front door.

My mind raced and I just froze there, watching the silhouette of whoever it was coming into the shop. Who was it? Why were they here? Would they hear the small army of vibrators in the back room? Would they find my clothes behind the desk? Would they notice the missing bondage items? Would they find me?

I turned, and quickly slid as best I could into a dark corner between the leather outfits and the handcuffs. From my vantage point, I watched Jessica and Sarah enter the shop... but they were very slow and discrete, almost sneaking inside. I almost gasped with surprise when I noticed that they were wearing black catsuits - either they were borrowing some items for a fetish party, or they were robbing the place. I slowly backed further into my hiding place and listened to their hissed conversation.

"Be quiet... the last thing we want is for anyone to hear us!"

"Then let's have less chat - we should be out of here in five minutes."

"I'll take care of the till, you load up on the expensive stuff. Maybe the corsets first?"

"Shhh - what's that noise?"

"What? Oh... that buzzing..? You go check it out, I'll keep watch here."

Damn. They had heard my little army of vibrators. Now it was only a matter of time... the fire of my desire had been dowsed by their entrance, and now all I wanted was to get free and get out. And my nipples were really beginning to hurt now.

"Bizarre. There's a load of vibrators on the floor of the back room, all turned on."

"Hmmm... and I've found a pile of clothes hidden behind the till. They look like Laura's..."

"The dirty bitch. What on earth has she been up to?"

"I don't know - but she's probably still around here somewhere."

"This is no good... we were going to pin this robbery on her. If she's witnessed us doing it..."

"Let's find her first, then worry about what to do with her later."

That didn't sound promising. I knew that I had to escape... but how? With those two women looking for me, I didn't stand much of a chance. I had to get to the display window, release my bonds and then escape... hopefully, with a few more clothes since running around the town centre in just latex gloves and stockings didn't sound particularly sensible. Still, my first objective was getting to the display window... I peeked out from between the racks to check the coast was clear, and moved as best I could to the next hiding place...

"What do we have here?" came Sarah's voice from behind me.

I froze, and almost jumped when a cold pair of hands (cold despite the gloves of the catsuit) gripped my waist. Within moments, Jessica was standing in front of me, looking me up and down. I brought my legs together - a rather feeble attempt at modesty, admittedly, but it was quickly cancelled by Jessica gripping my knees and pulling them apart again.

"What are we going to do with her?" Sarah asked.

"Let's have some fun," Jessica replied, grinning evilly as I shook my head and mmmphed. "I'd say she's gagging for it..."

They moved me to the main part of the shop, in front of the till, via a combination of clamp-pulling and tickling. By the time I had arrived and settled down, I was covered in drool and very aroused... despite the obvious danger I was in. Between them, they lifted me up onto the desk, laying me flat on my tummy, my bound breasts squished beneath me as I squirmed... and they left me there, while they went to the back room to loot some of the more expensive items in storage. All I could do was wait, afraid to wiggle too much for fear of falling on the hard floor. Eventually, they returned, each carrying a large bag full of fetish gear, each wearing a huge strap-on dildo...

"Heads or tails?" Jessica asked.

"Tails please," Sarah smiled, running her gloved fingers up and down the length of her strap-on.

While I struggled even harder, they positioned themselves at either end of my body... and I could do nothing to stop them penetrating me: Jessica's dildo went between my ring-gagged lips while Sarah's slid easily into my soaking wet pussy. I clenched my hands into fists and screwed my eyes shut, but that was all the resistance I could muster as they began to thrust into me, as one... and part of me, the part of me that had yearned earlier for something hard thrusting inside me, wanted them...

"Take it, bitch," Jessica growled, her hands gripping my hair as she thrust her hips hard towards me, her dildo filling my mouth as she took me, roughly - Sarah was less vocal, but made up for it with harder thrusting into my waiting wetness, going for deep, long strokes that made me gasp.

Sarah's fingers found my clit, and she pressed it against my pubic bone while she thrust... and my whole body shook violently as I came, but that didn't stop them thrusting into me... forcing me to cum and cum and cum... until I was just an exhausted, quivering mass of jelly with very numb nipples. They picked me up and carried me to the display window - I was too tired to resist. They confiscated the handcuff key they found there, and used a length of rope to tie my nipple chain to a ring below the window... leaving me kneeling in the window, exposed and helpless, visible to any passerby who happened to look in.

"So, what's the plan?" Sarah asked.

"Well... Laura organised a robbery, but her accomplices double-crossed her. We'll come back in the morning and discover her, and reap the rewards."

"Won't she just say that we did this to her?"

"You're not thinking this through. What will happen is..."

The door shut behind them, cutting off their voices. I watched them walk out into the high street, and turn to face me, smiling. What a sight I must have been, wearing just a collar, gloves and stockings, bound helpless with my wrists cuffed to the top of my ring-gag, breasts bulging in their rope harness, nipples firmly clamped, legs frog-tied, unable to move away from the display window, with a dominatrix mannequin towering over me, brandishing a whip... Jessica and Sarah waved at me and walked away, arm in arm, laughing.

And I was left there, left to my own thoughts, wondering what would become of me. I dared not move, in case I drew too much attention to myself, and hoped that a solution to my release would offer itself... I wondered about trying to get help from a passerby, but they all seemed to be rather the worse for alcohol, and I wasn't sure how much help they would be. I jumped when a hand appeared on the window in front of me - I looked up to see a gang of lads, pointing at me, making lewd gestures. I couldn't help but struggle helplessly, which caused much jeering and cheering. I even heard one of them trying to get in the shop door, but it was locked and he eventually gave up, and the group moved on. My face was bright red now with embarrassment, and I knew I had to escape any more of this humiliation - but how? I moved backwards, tugging at the chain attached to the clover clamps attached to my nipples, trying to pull free - but as I pulled, they tightened, and my numb nipples felt a renewed pain. I closed my eyes, shaking my head as I tried to think straight, but only managed to drool on myself even more. There must be a way out...

And then I saw her - a young woman, with red hair, of about my age. She saw me, and her face instantly turned to one of concern. I wondered what she was doing, wandering the streets alone at night, but forgot my concerns when she knelt in front of me and smiled. She breathed on the glass and wrote a simple message in front of my eyes: I'll be back. I nodded, thankful, relieved, as she quickly trotted off into the night. Within minutes, my saviour returned with a large van and a group of guys. They quickly broke into the shop and loaded me, the dominatrix mannequin and a selection of expensive fetish items into the back of the truck... it was all so quick, it barely registered... one minute I was in the shop window, the next I was in the back of the van with a group of guys and the red-haired girl. She smiled at me as she changed into the mannequin's dominatrix outfit.

"We're going to have so much fun together," she smiled, as the guys gathered around to watch.