Staff Trading
Northumberland
Street was busy, with the usual Saturday crowds walking up and down looking in
the shop windows. As they looked in the
shop windows, a number stopped and looked at the holidays currently on offer in
the window of the well know travel agents, drawing the occasional glance from
the four staff members inside.
Louise
Crawford was the manager, dressed in the staff uniform of a crisp light blue
blouse, knee length dark blue skirt with matching jacket, and dark tights. There was also a dark blue silk scarf, but
staff members had the freedom to wear that any way they so desired. For Louise, that meant folding it diagonally
in half and wearing it like a cravat, the large side tucked into her open
collar and the ends tucked into the nape of her neck. Her shoulder length brunette hair fell round
her face in a pleasing way, as she dealt with a couple booking a week in
Tenerife, crossing her legs behind the desk as she swung her three inch heels
from front to back
Naomi James
was the senior assistant - her long dark hair was held back by her scarf, tied
in her hair like an Alice band, as she sat behind the glass shield of the
Foreign Currency area. She was wearing a
pair of black suede shoes with two inch stiletto heels on her own feet - Louise
had seen them at break earlier that day.
Behind one of
the three desks sat Susan Coleridge, a young trainee who had joined a few weeks
before. A fresh faced twenty year old,
she was ten years younger than Louise, and that showed in the way she wore her
scarf tied round her neck, the ends hanging in front of the lapels of her
blouse as she ran her fingers through her short auburn hair. She was wearing a pair of black tight leather
knee length boots.
Finally there
was Samantha - Samantha Dean, who had joined them a few weeks ago from the Morpeth branch. She
was a tall, dark skinned girl with black Afro styled hair, and she wore her
scarf as a thick band round her neck, the ends neatly plied at each side as she
arranged the brochures on the shelf. Her
legs were encased in a pair of knee length fabric boots.
The four were
pleasant, and smiling, but they were glad the day was coming to an end. As Louise showed the couple out of the front
door, she closed the door behind them and turned to her three colleagues.
“Ten minutes,
girls, and then we can shut up shop,” she said with a smile. “Naomi, you can start to cash up. I don’t think anyone else will be coming in
tonight.”
“Thank
goodness,” Naomi said as she started to sort out some of the cash, “I’ve a big
night planned for tonight.”
“Anyone we
know?”
“No idea,”
she said in response to Samantha’s comment.
“I’m going home, showering, changing and heading down to the Princess to
meet some friends.”
“So what are
you wearing tonight - the micro skirt or the shorts?”
“I thought it
might be the mini dress,” Naomi said with a wicked smile. “What about you, Louise?”
“Nah
- a night in with a curry and a bottle of wine for me.
I have a trip tomorrow morning.”
As they were
talking, the door opened and a tall, well built man walked in. He was casually dressed, his leather jacket
open to show the t-shirt underneath. “We
will be closing in a few minutes, sir” Samantha said, but all she got in
response was a nod as he flicked through one of the brochures.
There was the
sound of a doorbell at the rear of the shop.
“That will be the delivery we’ve been expecting,” Louise said as she
headed for the back of the shop, leaving Naomi to open the safe and store the
various money trays inside.
“What about
you, Susan - any plans for tonight?”
“No - I’m
still trying to find out something about the local area. It thought I might just go to the cinema
instead of...” She broke off and stared
at the doorway.
“Susan,
what’s...” Samantha
let her voice trail off as she saw the man closing and locking the door, before
pulling the blind down. He turned and
smiled as he produced a gun from inside his jacket.
“Not a word
from any of you,” he snarled as the door to the back opened and Julie was
pushed in by two other men, one armed with a sawn off shotgun and the other
carrying a large holdall. “You,” he said
as he pointed his gun at Naomi, “Hands on your head and don’t move. You two lie face down on the floor.”
“Just do as
they say, girls,” Louise said as she looked at her colleagues, “there’s no
point in trying to fight them.” Samantha
and Susan nodded as they walked to the centre of the room and slowly lay down
on the floor, putting their hands on their heads.
“Tie their
hands,” the man at the door said, and the one who was carrying the bag dropped
it on the floor, opening it to reveal coils of rough brown rope. “Oh god,” Susan whispered as he grabbed her
hands and pulled them behind her back, crossing them as he shook loose a length
of rope and started to bind her wrists tightly together. Even though he kept it over the cuffs of her
blouse, she could feel it digging into her skin as he pulled it tightly, and
had to bite her lip to stop herself from screaming out.
“Open the
door,” the other man said to Naomi, “I know you have to open it from that side
- and no reaching for alarms or anything like that.” Slowly, Naomi walked over and opened the
door, screaming as she was pulled out of the cubicle and forced against the
wall. “I told you no funny stuff,” the
man with the shotgun said as he pulled her scarf off from her hair and roughly
stuffed it into her mouth, filling it as the ends protruded from between her
lips. “Keep that in there,” he said as
he forced her to turn round and pulled her wrists behind her back, while Louise
was pushed into the cubicle.
“Fill the
bag,” she was told as an old Fenwick carrier bag was thrown
at her, “and then bring it out here.
Remember - we have your work colleagues here.”
“I
understand,” Louise said as she watched Samantha having her hands pulled behind
her back and tied together as well, “Please don’t hurt them, and we’ll do as
you say.”
“I know you
will,” the man said as he watched Louise fill the sacks with pile after pile of
foreign currency. As she put a pile of
dollars in, she heard Naomi squeal, and as she looked round she saw that she
had been pressed against the wall, her back pressed in by the gloved hands that
had been pressed hard into her chest by her binder.
“Hey,” the
man with Louise called out, “Leave her alone.
We’ll have time for that later. Just
bind her arms to her side for now, then give him a
hand with those two.”
“MMGggggg,” Naomi said as she was turned back round again,
and a long length of rope passed round her arms and chest, pulling them tightly
into her sides and stretching the fabric of her blouse over her breasts as it
was wound above and below them.
“Please,
don’t do this,” Louise shouted out as she watched the man push Naomi to the
floor then join his colleague, forcing both Susan and Samantha to their feet. “Take them in the back,” the man with the
shotgun said, “and make sure they are - distracted. I’m keeping her here to persuade the volley
lady here to do as I tell her.”
“What are you
going to do with us,” Susan called out as the two girls were forced into the
storeroom at the back of the store. “Have
fun,” he called out as he forced Naomi to stand up and pointed the gun at
Louise. “All right now - empty the other
cash drawers into the bag, and then open the safe in your office.”
“All right,”
Louise said as she heard the muffled screams from the back room, “but what are
they doing to my colleagues?”
“Helping them
to relax,” was all he said as he pushed Louise and Naomi into the office Louise
used. “Now, open the safe and put
everything in the other bag.”
“You know
you’re not going to get away with this,” Louise said as she typed in the
combination, “we’ve seen your faces, and we’ll tell the police.”
“Oh, we’ll
see about that,” he said as he made Naomi sit in a chair, and knelt behind
her. As Louise emptied the safe, she
could hear her muffled moans, and as she looked round she could see his hands
groping her breasts, Naomi’s eyes closing as she tried to squirm out of the
way.
“Look, I’m
doing what you asked me to do,” Louise said angrily, “Please don’t do that to
her!”
“I don’t
think you’re in a position to do anything about what I do and don’t do,” the
man said quietly as Naomi opened her eyes and looked at her boss. She knew this was wrong, she knew what was
happening to her should not be happening to her, but she also knew the way he
was kneading her breasts was making them firmer, she could feel the way her
nipples were becoming more erect and standing out, and she could also feel the
warmth between her legs as he groped her again and again and again.
Finally,
Louise cleared the last items out of the safe, and she stood up. “All right, you’ve got everything,” she said
quietly, “Now what?”
The man said
nothing, but made Naomi stand up with a tight grip on her arm, and motioned to
Louise to walk out of the office. As she
left the room, he turned the light off, and they made their way through the
darkened shop to the store room at the back.
As she walked in, Louise had to put her hands to her mouth to stop
herself from screaming.
Susan and
Samantha were sitting against the bare concrete wall, their eyes glazed over as
they looked to the doorway. Their
scarves had been removed and used to gag both of them their teeth and lips
closing over the blue band, and the fronts of their blouses had been ripped
open and pulled under the bands of rope to reveal their bras. Their captors were standing over them,
laughing as one of them pulled Samantha’s skirt back down.
“You haven’t
been sampling the goods, have you,” the man with Louise said as he pushed Naomi
over to them. “I hope not, he might not
be very pleased. Bind their legs while I
take care of their boss here.”
“We’re not
goods, we’re people,” Louise protested as she was turned round, and she felt
her hands been held together behind her back.
“You’re whatever we say you are,” the man behind her said as he picked
up a length of brown rope and started to bind Louise’s wrists together,
crossing them in the small of her back as the rough rope dug into her skin.
“Please,
you’re hurting me,” she screamed out as she felt more rope going round her arms
and chest, forcing them against her back as it was wound quickly and tightly
around her body, above and below her breasts, forcing them up and out as her
blouse strained to stay closed.
“I know,” the
man whispered into her ear as he pulled the ropes tighter,
and then together behind her back, “and do you know something? I enjoy doing it. There’s something else I enjoy doing as
well.” With that, he quickly turned her
round and pushed Louise against the wall, his hands sinking into her breasts as
he smiled at her.
“AHHHH -
please, don’t do that,” she screamed out as she felt his fingers groping her
breasts, closing her eyes to block out the sight and the sensations. “I will, and you won’t complain,” he said as
he reached up and pulled the scarf off her neck, rolling it into a ball. ON the far side of the room she could see
Naomi, Susan and Samantha sitting down, their ankles and legs secured with rope
as the two men walked out of the rear doors to the store.
“No, please
NNNNNM?MMDDMMDSAMDMAMSDM,” Louise screamed as her
assailant pushed the blue scarf into her mouth, forcing it past her teeth as it
filled the space. Realising the danger
she was in, Louise tried to calm herself down, breathing through her nose as he
once again started to roughly feel up her breasts, and also to kick her now
bare and pale neck, sucking hard as he did so.
“MMGGDDDDD,”
Louise screamed as she felt her skin under his lips, and her breasts under his
probing fingers. She wanted him to stop,
for this nightmare to end - but also, she could feel her breasts and nipples
firming as he continue dot grope them, to probe them, to feel her flesh under
his firm grip.
“PLLSSTTPTPPPPP,”
she heard Naomi call out, as one of the men walked in with a roll of packing
tape in his hand. “Shut up,” he said as
he struck Naomi across the cheek, and then started to tear off strips of the
tape and stick them over the mouths of the other three captives.
“You like
this, don’t you,” the man with Louise said as she pulled the front of her
blouse open, revealing the black lace bra she was wearing underneath. Her eyes widened as his hands felt her
breasts over the lace, and then pulled the cups down, exposing her breasts to
the air as he knelt down and kissed her nipples sucking hard as he did so.
“MMGFDFFDDSMGMMMMMMM”
she screamed out as she felt her body reacting to this, not wanting it to
happen and yet at the same time not sure if she wanted it to stop either. He looked up at her as his hands enclosed her
breasts again and squeezed them hard, then doing them one at a time as his hand
reached up under her skirt and stroked her panties between her legs.
“Hmmm - I
would love to tease you further,” he whispered into Louise’s ear, “but we must
move on. Bring them in.”
Louise opened
her eyes and watched as the other two men wheeled in four packing cases. Leaving them on the floor, the opened the lid
of the first one, and then picked up Susan, the leather of her boots squeaking
as she twisted round in a vain attempt to get out of their grip as they carried
her over to one of the crates and lowered her in.
She watched
as one of the men poured some liquid onto a cloth, and then held it inside the
crate for a few minutes. “NNDNNDSDPSLSLALlsaLads” she pleaded as eventually he took
the cloth out and the two men fastened the lid shut. Opening the second crate, they picked up
Samantha, who looked wide eyed at Louise as she was lowered in as Susan had
been.
“Whhffkkkrudng,” she grumbled as her captor picked up the
roll of packing tape and tore a long strip off, the sound of Samantha in the
case growing fainter as another cloth was held in.
“You’ll find
out soon enough,” the man said as he stuck length after length of the brown
tape over Louise’s mouth, silencing her still further as Naomi was lifted
up. She watched as her friend moaned
softly when she was lowered into the crate, not noticing that the men had
crossed he rankles and started to tie them together with more rope, the rough
cords making her hose lighten as he pulled it around and between them.
As he tied
her ankles together, Louise watched as the third crate lid was closed, and the
two men walked towards her. She tried to
struggle, but it was no use as she was picked up and carried over towards the
one remaining crate.
Looking in,
she saw that it was lined with some sort of quilted material, and as she was
gently lowered in she saw her captor soaking another cloth with liquid from the
bottle. She looked up as he leaned in
and pressed it over her gagged mouth and nose, the sweet and cloying fumes
enveloping her senses a her mind seemed to become clouded , less focused.
“Enjoy the
trip,” she heard the man say as she slipped into a deep, deep sleep, wondering
what was going to happen next.....
The first
thing that hit Louise as the crate was opened was the blast of dry, hot, arid
air. The second was the scent of jasmine
and incense as she was slowly lifted out, not by the men who had captured her
and her colleagues, but by two large, burly Middle Eastern men in Arab
dress.
As her eyes
slowly came into focus, she could see Naomi, Susan and Samantha sitting in old
wooden chairs. Their bodies were still
tightly bound, as were their legs, but there were two other men standing behind
them, their heads covered in Arab scarves and with large machine guns in their
hands.
“So this is
the leader of the quartet,” she heard a voice behind her say, and as she was
stood up she saw a tall, olive skinned man with neat short dark hair and a
beard looking at her. He was dressed in
a smart suit, with a silk shirt and tie underneath,
and highly polished leather shoes.
“She had not
been fully tested,” he said to one of the guards, who simply shook his head
from side to side. “Very well then,” he
continued as he stood to one side, “secure her.”
Behind him
Louise could see two large wooden X-shaped crosses, with leather straps at each
extreme of the construct. She struggled
as the two men made her hop over, and then removed her ropes, only allowing her
a moment before they pushed her against the cross and used the cuffs to secure
her to it, her arms and legs spread wide as she stared at the man taking his
jacket off.
“Her as
well,” the man said, and Louise was forced to watch as the two men grabbed Naomi
and carried her over, securing her in the same way. The two women looked ta
each other, then back to Susan and Samantha as they struggled in the chairs.
“You are a
real beauty,” he said as he put his hand around Louise’s neck, bringing her
head forward as his lips touched the tape over her mouth, “and I am sure I am
going to get much enjoyment from you.”
Louise opened her eyes wide as she heard him saying this, shaking her
head from side to side as his hands moved down her neck, towards her
chest. At some point her blouse had been
re-buttoned, probably before she woke up, but the material was straining
against her chest as the sleeves slipped down, and the bottom was pulled out
from her skirt by her captor.
Louise looked
over at the other two, as their blouses were ripped away from them and the men
reached round, groping their breasts with their rough hands. The cloth in her mouth was soaked and heavy,
forcing her tongue down onto the floor of her mouth as she tried to speak, but
no words came out, only a long, persistent moan as her own blouse was pulled
open, the buttons flying as her tormentor pulled the material to the side and
grabbed her chest. Naomi gasped through
her gag as she watched, unable to speak or help.
“MMFDDMSFMMMMMGGGGG,”
Louise called out as his fingers kneaded into her soft flesh, making her ache
as he pushed her against the firm hard wood and he poked, prodded, and teased
her into a sense of despair. This was not
what she wanted, this was not what she planned to happen - and where the hell
was she anywaaoooooooo.....
She felt her
body start to move in time to his embrace, as his lips closed over her neck,
kissing her with increased passion while his hands slipped under the cups of
her bra. She felt his fingers against
her flesh, probing, digging, pinching her nipples as he pulled her bra down and
round, unclasping it and pulling it away from under her so that she stood
there, her breasts hanging in the air as her blouse fluttered to the side.
She opened
her eyes and looked into his, his cruel smile as he leaned over her, kissing
her neck and moving down her body as he embraced, kneaded, groped - excited her
with his touch. She could not believe
what was happening, as his lips caressed the tops of her breasts, moving slowly
down as he lifted and cupped them in his hands and his lips touched her
nipples.
“MMDSNNNAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM,”
was her response as she felt her nipples been drawn up and out, hardening as
his lips sucked on them and his hands continued to grope deeply into her
flesh. She could not believe what was
happening here, as he expanded his lips and drew more of each breast in,
licking her nipple with his tongue as she felt herself starting to throb in
places she did not want to throb.
She was
aching now, as she felt her body been pressed back once again against the wood,
her back starting to arch in spite of herself.
“Be quiet, little one,” the man said as he looked at her, “and learn
that I am your master now, you are mine to do whatever I desire to.” As he said this, he reached round and
unfastened her skirt, letting it drop to the floor as he knelt in front of her
and started to kiss her stomach, moving down until his lips covered her belly button,
As his tongue
touched her there, Louise let out a sound, a mixture of screaming and moaning that
the other three girls looked up at the sound of. Louise had no idea where that had come from,
only that the touch of his tongue on her was sending small electric shocks
through her, shocks that were amplified each time his hands squeezed her chest,
shocks that were growing in intensity as his hands slipped into the waistband
of her hose and pulled it right down, followed closely by her knickers.
She looked
down, unsure of what her tormentor was about to do, but her answer came as he
moved between her legs and gently kissed the lips of her vagina. This made her stiffen as if an electric bolt
had run right through her, as her eyes grew wide in surprise and - yes, in
enjoyment. “MMDMSDMSGFFMGDFMGFGG,” she
screamed out as she felt him gently kissing her down there, and then pushing
his tongue into her clit, the tip licking her as she felt the juices starting to
flow in spite of herself.
She started
to buck as his tongue explored still further, her hips thrusting forward against
him in spite of herself. She could hear
the others screaming as well, and through the red mist that seemed to be
descending over her eyes she could barely see them been forced onto the floor
as the men sat astride them.
She sensed
rather than saw the man stand up, and as she looked straight ahead, she saw him
unfasten his own pants, the trousers dropping as he pulled his boxer shorts
down. She could see then how aroused he
was, how much he had enjoyed what was happening so far, and with a sickening
feeling she felt his lips on her nipples again, then on her neck, as she felt
him coming into her, hard, strong and with no mercy.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”
Louise screamed out as she felt him thrusting in, filling her passage with his
organ, the throbbing sending her into a paroxysm of ecstasy as she started to grip
him tightly. He kept pushing forward,
the pain in her arms, legs and back nothing to the
euphoria that was filling her between her legs.
The past pain was gone as she felt him building inside her, felt the
throbbing and the pressure increase in intensity as she moved with him.
As eh thrust
deeper into her, the man tore the tape away from Louise’s mouth and pulled the
soaking cloth from her mouth. “OH god,
what the fuck are you doing to me,” she screamed at his face as Naomi started
crying, afraid of what was about to happen.
“Precisely,”
was all the man said before he pressed his lisp over her mouth, forcing his
tongue in and moving it around the inside of her mouth as he pressed in still
further. Louise gagged at this, but at
the same time she could feel the pressure inside her intensifying, the longing
increasing to a crescendo as he played with her and his tongue played with her throat. She knew she would not be able to stand this
for much longer as she screamed “MSMSMASMASMSMMMMMGMGMDDDDDDNNNNNNNNNNN!”
Closing her
eyes, Louise let out a long, slow, deep moan of pleasure from her throat as she
felt him explode between her legs, her body responding in kind as his seed flowed
down and into her. She could feel the
sweat on her face and body, cooling her as he thrust even further forward,
keeping her there until every lost drop had been drained from him as she held
and squeezed for all she was worth.
Eventually,
she felt him slip out, and opened her eyes, staring at him through bleary tears
as he smiled at her. “Please,” she
moaned softly as he took a pair of scissors and cut her knickers away from her
body, balling them up and pushing them into her mouth. Taking a roll of black tape, he tore off
strips and placed them firmly over her mouth, holding her gag in as she tried
to control herself and looked over to Naomi.
She had seen
all that happened, and in her deepest heart she knew that she was going to be
next, as the man walked over to her and started to kiss her neck, pulling her
blouse off as he did so. Looking down,
she could see that already he was getting more aroused, but then the touch of
his hands digging into her own breasts made her forget what was happening
between his legs.
Naomi groaned
as the fingers sank in, and her bra was pulled off to allow her large breasts
to hang in the dry air. As his lips
touched her nipples, she started to buck as well, recognising too late how
aroused she had become just by what she had seen.
As Louise
watched Naomi close her eyes and start to respond to the kissing, the touching,
the caressing, she realised that in some way, she too had enjoyed the
attention, but as the adrenaline rush started to die down all she could do was
start to cry, her muffled sobs contrasting with the screams that Naomi was
making as the bearded man - their captor, their master even, made his way down
her body and kissed her between her legs.
She could see his cock enlarging before her own eyes, and to her horror
and surprise she found herself wishing it was her turn again.
Dimly, she
saw Susan and Samantha been dragged out of the room, their bodies naked and
sweat drenched, and she started to pray she would see them again soon. The cry from Naomi of “NOOOOOOOOO” brought
her back to reality.
Naomi felt
him thrusting in as the gag was pulled away from her mouth, and her scream was
not just one of protest - it was one of relief as well as she felt him
thrusting against her hips, kissing her mouth and pushing his tongue in as he
played with the back of her throat. His
kissing and groping had brought her to the gates of ecstasy, and more than
anything she wanted release now.
As she felt
him growing, throbbing, pushing, Naomi used her own tongue, entwining with his
as she groaned “Mmmmmmmmmnnnndnddnddd,,,,,YSSSSSSSSSSSSS.”
As she felt her hips been pressed between his body and the heavy wood, she
screamed until finally she could stand it no more. Louise could see her eyes opening wide as he
exploded into her, then the way her body seemed to sag against him as he
completed the task.
As he slowly
moved out, the man Louise now knew was their master did to Naomi what he had
done to her - cut her knickers away, pushed them into the exhausted woman’s
mouth, and then covered her lips and lower jaw with white tape. “They have made an excellent choice,” he said
finally. “Take these two to be cleaned
and prepared. I leave in six hours, and
I wish for them to accompany me.”
“And
the other two, sir?”
“Take them to
the harem - have the eunuchs induct them into our ways.” The man pulled up his trousers and looked at
both Louise and Naomi, touching their cheeks as their heads hung down. “Make sure Alayah
meets them before I depart.”
“Welcome
aboard, your Excellency - we will depart as soon as we have clearance.”
He nodded as
the pilot saluted him and he sat himself in a leather upholstered seat, smiling
as the plane started to taxi onto the runway.
As he looked round, he was joined by his companion.
“Is the
luggage safely stored?”
The woman
nodded as she sat down and fastened her seat belt, the leather of her tight knee length skirt creaking as she moved. She was also wearing a black leather jacket,
the zip down slightly to reveal the tops of a pair of tightly covered breasts,
leather gloves and knee length leather boots that hugged her legs like a second
skin. Her dark hair was pulled back in a
ponytail, which hung down her back.
As the plan
began the take off, he smiled to himself.
It was a long flight to the West Coast, but he had plenty to keep him
occupied during the journey. Eventually,
as the plane levelled off, the two unfastened their seat belts and went to a
bar area, where a woman in a stewardess outfit handed them each a glass of
champagne.
“So, Alayah, is the in-flight entertainment prepared?”
“It is,
master - to your specifications.” The
two walked to a door halfway along the cabin, and as they opened it they saw
Naomi and Louise staring back at them, dressed in their uniforms and tightly
lashed to two wooden seats fixed to the floor.
“Excellent
work as always, Alayah - thank you. You may enjoy them later.” The two women screamed,
their gagged calls lost in the engine noise as he closed the door...
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