Willingly 0.12

=><= <img src="Pics/coverpic.png"> **by *Slavesin*** Version: 0.12 · [[Updates & shortcuts]] Tie yourself up and walk the city. Will you find a Mistress/Master or just get into sexy perils? Well, most likely both! [[START GAME]] [[**LOAD GAME**->Load]] <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

There is a nice summer day in the city. Birds sing in the trees, cars drive by, pedestrians walk here and there. <img src="Pics/Street1.png"> And you stand in the middle of the street and feel naked. No, you are not naked yet, but every stranger looks at you and sees your essence. <img src="Pics/you1.png"> Men, women, old ladies and teens who barely turned 18. They look at you and see a slave, that should be tamed, disciplined and fucked. Or maybe you should be arrested for improper behavior? [[Listen to what people in the street say about you]]

Through a big glass swing-door you enter the big hypermarket located near your house. <img src="Pics/mart1.png"> You haven't been here yet, but the place looks just like you imagined it. There are long rows of colorful store shelves everywhere, so tall that you can get lost between them like in a labyrinth… and maybe that will be fun? Yes, get lost in endless shelves, boxes and packages… between plastic buckets, cans with preserves and cheap toothbrushes… between all these usual and dull goods. <img src="Pics/beer1.png"> [[You want to be one of these goods]].

You decide to keep the tag and see what’ll happen. So you just stay still in front of Becky doing nothing. Well, almost nothing, because the vibro-egg inside you is still working, giving you sudden waves of pleasure… So yes, when the next pleasure wave brings you closer to orgasm, you suddenly moan through your gag looking straight in Becky’s eyes. Oops! You didn't intend to do this... But that was enough for Becky to take action. "So you are one of our hypermarket’s goods now?" - asks Becky with a grave countenance, reading your price tag, - "Hmm, peach? Yes, you look like one, fresh and juicy. But in this hypermarket I am the boss of all goods. And I didn’t allow you to go to the trading floor. Get back to the warehouse!" <img src="Pics/peach1.png"> A warehouse? That sounds like a good place for dirty-minded goods like you. But you don’t know where this warehouse is, so you just [[look around confused]].

No, thanks, you don’t want to deal with this bitchy butch. You remove the tag from your blouse (it isn’t easy when your hands are cuffed) and give it to Becky. When your hands meet, you feel this pleasant shiver again… but then you pull your hand back. "That’s better, miss, Thanks for your cooperation", - says Beckie. You just nod, turn around and walk away along the row of shelves, feeling her hungry sight on your juicy ass. She definitely knows how to treat an ass like yours. Maybe you should have kept that tag on you and just see what happens? But very soon [[you get distracted from this thought]]...

You can’t believe that your dream of getting bought can come true right now. It frightens you a bit too: you can lose your freedom and become just a thing for this man… very masculine and bossy.. But you step over your fears and make the main nod of your life, looking at his eyes and thinking “Yes, I am for sale. Please buy me and use as you want”. He looks pleasantly surprised, but in a second a broad smile gets back on his face. And suddenly you know that very soon you will do everything to get rewarded with this smile. But his voice brings you back on earth: "Then hands up and spread your legs! I want to inspect my purchase". [[Follow his order]]

Am I really for sale? Maybe later… but not right now. You shake your head and go away from this man. And at this very moment you meet Stephanie. Well, you don’t know what her name is, until she catches you up from behind and names herself. When you turn around to find out who touched your shoulder, you see a 30 year old long-haired blonde in a flowered dress. <img src="Pics/steph1.png"> "Hi, I’m Stephanie" - she says with a smile and gives her hand for a handshake. [[Shake her hand]]

You blush with embarrassment and lust. He called you a product. Yes, you nod, it is a normal state of this product… when it is treated as a product. "Then I’ll be regularly checking it for this state. And if it won’t be wet…" He suddenly squeezes your cameltoe, and you shudder. "…I will make it to be". Then he backs off. "Alright, I’m buying you". You [[breathe heavily through the gag]].

You walk past several rows of shelves, when she finally stops near the shelf with a “DIY supplies” title. "Here is my favorite part of this hypermarket!" - Stephanie tells with a sexy and a bit shy smile - "Everything you need for selfbondage is here! Well, almost everything… Cause I missed a helping hand for some of my… experiments. But now I found you! Would you mind joining me?" She casts an eye on you, and it suddenly makes you blush. So you remove gaze and [[look at the shelves]].

Trying not to lose Becky between rows of shelves, you follow her steps and look around - but with a brand new feeling in your heart now. Sausages, washing powders, milk, chocolate bars… you are one of these goods now. At least, for this woman, whose perfectly shaped ass walks ahead and guides you to the warehouse. After she raised her voice at you several moments ago, Becky walks without turning around, being sure that you follow her obediently. And you do. You are at her disposal, there are no doubts. Finally Becky approaches a wide and tall double-leaf door with a “Personnel only” plate. Becky opens it and walks in with a sure step, and you have no other choice than to [[follow her]].

You enter the room and stand still, not daring to turn around and look at Becky. So you just observe several boxes standing one on the other, and a modest wooden work desk near the wall. Whatever happens in this 5х5 meters room, there is nothing you can do now. And you like it. You hear the sound of the shutting door, and then feel Becky’s warm breath on your shoulder. "Now face the wall and undress, Peach". Yes. Yes, sure. That’s what you wanted - to get undressed and fucked. Wait, won’t she help you to take off your clothes? Okay, you will do it by yourself. [[Undress]]

You shake your head negatively and close your eyes waiting for her to slap your ass for your silliness. But she doesn’t touch you, and her voice becomes strict. "Paragraph 4.3. Food products must be wrapped properly to avoid corruption" - she says, and then finally slaps your asscheek. Ouch! This slap is much harder than previous ones, and her palm burns your skin, but then you feel warmth spreading through your body. You feel like your Keeper has finally marked you with this slap. "So stand still, my little Peach, I have to wrap you", - says Becky. And you [[obey]].

You are a good obedient fruit, so you immediately do as you are told - first kneel, and then lie down on your belly. "What a good Peach you are. But I want you to lie with your face up" - says Becky. You roll over quickly and finally see her again. She looks at you with a wild mix of admiration and hunger on her face. Her eyes hypnotize you, and even not completely bound, you feel captured. You feel caught. And it feels heady. And moreover, Becky makes it even harder to resist, undressing from blue uniform. Her moves are not seductive - she simply unzips her blue blouse and takes off her dark gray trousers, staying just in black bra and plain panties. No, she doesn’t want to impress you - because she doesn’t need to. You are her prey, so the only reasons she undresses is because very soon she’ll fuck you. Then she sits on the floor near you and just continues to wrap you. She slowly wraps your knees… you still have time to stop her… goes further… no, you [[don’t want her to stop]]...

You moan in disappointment, and Becky immediately gives you a fast slap in the face. "Hey, fruit. Don’t forget who is in charge here. You got it?" You guiltily nod assent, and Becky looks pleased with it, so she continues her work. She puts a wrap around your hips, securing a turned-off Magic Wand to your crotch, and then goes up. You put your cuffed hand on your belly, so she can wrap them to your whole body. Now it feels like a total bondage. "What nice tits you have!" - suddenly Becky smiles. - "They look juicy... but with all these modern fertilizers for growth acceleration… you can never know if the fruit is tasty until you try it..." She licks your nipple, and it feels fantastic. Her warm and wet tongue dances around your erected nipple, slow first, and then faster, so you can’t help moaning again… But then she stops licking you and… wraps your tits too! But how will she lick them now? "Now it’s your turn to lick" - says Becky, as if she could read your mind - "You are tasty, but what about me? You wanna try?" [[Fuck, sure you do]].

Please, no! You try to think about some non-sexual things. Kittens! A big wasp… hornet! No, not “Horny”! Mmm… Tomato sauce! Cold fish!... Phew! It helped, your climax is ruined. But not Becky’s - she squirms on your tongue, clumping your head with her legs. Her body is trembling faster and faster till finally she freezes, rolling her eyes, murmuring “fuckfuckfuck” and suddenly squirting onto your face… and then Becky falls on the floor near you and calms down. You take a moment to regain breath in silence, just lying bound on the floor, looking at the ceiling and licking Becky’s taste on your lips. Not a minute goes by that she stands up from the floor, and you [[see that she has already put on her business face]].

Fuuuuck yeah! The euphoretic feeling comes from your pussy, climbs along your spine and splashes your head from the inside. Your mouth unconsciously continues fucking Becky’s hole, and even lost in your climax world, you feel a warm flow on your face. Becky squirted on you! When you recover in several minutes, she is sitting next to you and smiling. "I liked it, little Peach. You are a good licker. But I promised to let you go". Still nude, she takes a stationery knife from the table and cuts the wrap you are bound with. Finally free, you instinctively rub your stiff muscles, and then realize… is she really going to bustle you out? "I told you about our deal. You cummed, so… No, don’t look at me with these Bambi-eyes! Get dressed!" Now she looks a bit angry, so you quickly [[put on your clothes]].

Becky crumples both panties, making a big tight ball of textile, and puts it into your mouth - and you don’t try to protest. Then she takes a wrap and spins the transparent tape around your neck and mouth. Now you can’t spit out her panties from your mouth, even if you want to. But you don’t. Your mouth feels very good as Becky’s laundry-basket, and you hope she’ll use it this way many more times. "What a beautiful slave you are, Peach" - Becky whispers into your ear, and then looks at Magic Wand still attached to your crotch by plastic wrap - "Want me to turn it on?" Yes, yes, yes! - you [[nod desperately]].

You turn over on your stomach and press the Magic Wand to the floor. Now all you need is to move your hips up and down, so the Magic Wand rubs your aflame clit. Yeees… it works… yeees… you are bound and gagged, lying on a dirty floor, waiting for your Mistress and desperately trying to cum… that’s what you were dreaming about in your lonely flat... to become a slut, a slave, a… aaah! yes! here comes the orgasm! yes! yes, Becky, the Mistress of the Warehouse slaves! Make me one of them!... And after this orgasm you need some time to get your breath… you are a little tired… That’s alright if you [[rest a bit]]… just a bit… you have enough time, until Becky comes and…

Following Becky, you leave the room, where you tasted her for the first time, hoping that soon you’ll have another chance to feel her tender pussy under your tongue. You enter the big warehouse, but now it’s quiet and empty. No forklift trucks, no men in blue uniform… just several lamps buzz quietly on a ceiling above a semi-dark labyrinth of high shelves, where you never know what awaits you behind the corner. Brrrr! Becky, who is walking before you, turns around. "Aren’t you afraid, little Peach?" [[You vaguely shrug]].

You have time to notice that Becky looks very cute with her eyes closed - and then you run to the rows of shelves. You run between shady, moonlit rows, drawing away from Becky’s counting voice. It’s very uncomfortable to run, when your hands are wrapped to your body, and your lower half is completely naked. You feel insecure. You feel like a haunted prey, that knows she is fated to get caught. Like a slave who managed to escape, but her Mistress is following her traces. But you run, and run, and run. Vegetables, magazines, pasta… rows with different goods are flying past you… until you finally get to the opposite end of the hypermarket. Now you have some time to [[catch your breath]]… or haven’t you?

Yes, that’s what you wanna do. To be a willing slave. A slave who escaped her Owner - but then realized she belongs to Mistress, and now is coming back to her, to be punished and chained again. Your breaths becomes deeper with your arousal rising. With your saliva going chin-down. With Becky’s footsteps getting closer and closer… She doesn’t see you yet, you are well-hidden behind the shelf. But very soon she’ll take another ten steps and then she will reveal you… You don’t want Mistress to find you accidentally. It’s you who should make the final step willingly. So you get on your knees and [[crawl across the shelf]].

You know she’ll find you eventually. This hypermarket is her domain, and you are just her runaway slave… But you want to show her that you are worth something. You are not a stupid girl, you are the slave she can be proud of… "Peachy-Peachy, where are you, little girl?" Her voice, that sounds so close, makes you jump. It seems you got lost in your thoughts… again. Hide, you need to hide right now! You [[quickly observe your surroundings]].

You try to kiss Becky's feet, even with your mouth gagged. But she removes her leg. "Mmmm!" - you make a desperate moan, that means “Please please Mistress, let me kiss your feet, let me pleasure you, let me…” Swish! A flash of pain explodes on your butt-cheek. You moan, and a sudden teardrop rolls down your face. And Becky slowly strokes your butt with an end of wire. "This is for you to remember: I always keep my promises", - tells Becky, but there is no anger in her voice. - "If I said that you’ll be punished - you will. Even if you behave like a nice obedient slave. Got it?" You nod assent, and there comes the second blow, even more painful. You [[try desperately not to cry]], but your eyes are full of tears…

Surprised, you sit on a rubber belt with your bare butt, and Becky disappears among shelves. You patiently wait for her for several minutes, and then she returns with a bucket of goods. "The rules are simple. To read a barcode on goods, a Horny Cashier inserts them inside herself". You look at her bucket, but can’t see what is in it. But that doesn’t matter - you are gagged, bound and will do anything to please your Mistress. So [[you just nod assent]], and she starts the engine of the cashier desk’s rubber belt.

So you take a slippery cucumber with your still cuffed hands and place its tip near your ass’s entrance - and then sloooowly insert it. It goes in, almost for the whole length, and only the very tip of it can be seen now. And that feels really good. You feel filled. Not only with this big cucumber, but with a warm feeling that your Mistress is pleased with you. [[It feels fantastic]].

You open your mouth wide, wide to the limit. You wanna show Becky that this mouth can hold many things… panties, ball-gags, even your Mistress’s feet, if she’d like. And anything else. A big red apple, for example, that she puts into your mouth now. The apple is so big, that you can’t take it whole - so you just sink your teeth into its juicy flesh and clench your jaws to hold the fruit. "Good girl. But don’t you dare to let it fall, or I’ll switch it’s places with a cucumber. And now… what else do I have in my bucket?" And she puts on the rubber belt several things: a banana, a bottle of wine and even a small zucchini. "Yeah, I’m having dinner", - she says with a smile, - "And you are invited". [[Enjoy the dinner]].

You wake up in the little storage room - Becky must have brought you here. You slept on a shakedown - she put several blankets on the floor and covered you with another one. How kind of her! And you slept very well, maybe because you aren’t bound anymore - no tape, no handcuffs. But where is Becky and what time is it? The answer comes by herself - the door opens, and Becky comes in. She’s wearing her blue uniform and looks at you with a smile. "Hey, sleepyhead! Do you know what time is it? It’s time for breakfast!" A breakfast? She means some pussy-eating? You look at her crotch with a sudden hunger: you definitely want this woman’s juices again. "No, you little slut! A real breakfast!" - she smiles again, and you finally see a bucket in her hands, that reminds you of last night, and she understands it, - "Nope, no Horny Cashier for now, just breakfast!" And she is right, like always: you realize that you haven’t eaten for ages, so you [[throw yourself on food]].

Becky’s words strangely resonate with you. Yes, you thought about keeping your normal life with your office job, plus being a part-time slave. But what if you can humiliate yourself even more? Take an underpaid, dull work that will make you even more dependent on your Mistress? And moreover - it will make you more available for Becky. You will be her near-at-hand-slave, and she won’t need anyone else. You could be at her office, licking her clitoris, any minute she wants it. You could spend your breaks during working days mummified and moaning under her feet. You could… You just say yes to her offer, and that’s how your new life begins. [[The very same day you quit your office job]].

You thank Becky for this offer, but it doesn’t look like the one that fits you. "Okay then, I understand you. But I still want you to be my little Peach. So when the night comes… you must be standing kneeled near the back exit of the hypermarket. Gagged, hand-cuffed and… I think it’s your favorite part… with my panties on your face. Got it?" Of course you do. Of course you will. Your mouth and your face are the second best places for your Mistress’s panties. Of course, the first best place is on her hips, barely covering her delicious pussy. Becky gives you her panties. "Take it, but don’t put it on your face until night". That won't be easy... You take her panties, but can’t help [[kissing their soft fabric]].

A coffee point looks safe, so you tiptoe there and kneel behind the big coffee machine. Then you hear Becky’s footsteps. You can’t peep out from your shelter, or she’ll see you. So everything you can do is to sit here bound and to listen to the steps of a woman who will punish and fuck you. And she is approaching. You imagine her walking among rows with a cruel smile on her face and a cord in her hand. She knows for sure that she’ll find you. Maybe she even knows where you are. Was a coffee point a good place to hide? "Here you are!" - you [[suddenly hear from somewhere not so far from you]].

Yeah, it feels like in “Jurassic Park”, as if you are hiding from a velociraptor… Only that your sexy-raptor doesn’t want to hurt or eat you… except for whipping your butt or eating your pussy. But before that, she must catch you! You swing your tape-bound arms as far as you can (what a pathetic move, girl!) and throw the jar somewhere several rows from you. Buuum! In a quiet midnight hypermarket it’s fall sounds like a bomb… and then you hear Becky’s footsteps near the shell crater. "Did I allow you to spoil the hypermarket’s property? You’ll have to pay in kind for this…" - she tells somewhere far from you, and then ceases talking, obviously finding out that you’re not there. "Clever girl..." - says Becky, and you get another Jurassic Park flashback. - "But not clever enough. I’m the keeper of this supermarket, remember? So I know which row these pickles came from". And then [[you realize she outfaced you]].

You kneel closer to her shoe and spread your legs, so the shoe is near your crotch. Hey. Will you really do it, will you rub your gentle pussy against her dirty shoe? <img src="Pics/shoe1.png"> Oh yeees. You will. You are already doing it. And it feels fantastic. The rough leather of her shoes is what your leaking pussy needs. Not only pussy, moreover. Your whole body is leaking with your own juices and hypermarket’s juice, and the only thing that can help you is a shoe of your Mistress "You are such a filthy girl, Peach, aren’t you? Moan for me!" "Mmmm! Mmppph!" - you moan, and that means - "Treat me as a filth I am, just keep me as your slave, keep your shoe between my legs, keep… keeep…" "Look at me, slave!" You raise your eyes and look at your Goddess, [[still rubbing yourself against her (now wet and dirty) shoe]].

The hypermarket is opening! You totally forgot that you lie somewhere between the rows of shelves, and soon this place will be crowded with customers! You jump to your feet, although your ankles are still shaking, and Becky gives you a long and not-so-clean mop. "Wipe the floor off. You can use water from the bottles on shelves. Then go to the toilet in the warehouse and tidy yourself up. And then get back to the room where you were sleeping". Wow. She becomes so bossy when the work shift comes… And you like it. You even take a moment to feast your eyes on this confident woman, but she interrupts your gaze. "Take a mop and turn around". You [[do as you are told]].

You imagine Becky coming back from her working day… She walks in and, saying no word, just sits on your face with her perfect ass. Mmpph!... That would be the best. And oops, that moan was too loud. You comfort yourself there’s no one around to hear your moan. But at this very moment the door opens… And you immediately get into your worst nightmare (or was it your best fantasy?). There is a man standing above you. You are gagged, bound, almost naked and absolutely helpless. And he is a 40+ pot-bellied shorty in a dirty blue uniform with a badge “RON”. One of those men that are called “white trash”. He looks at you with a wide smile under his walrus mustache, and you see that he lacks several teeth. [[Oh no...]]

You open your mouth and slowly take his cock inside. The tastes of Ron’s precum, sweat and piss fill your mouth, and you instinctively try to spit the cock off. But Ron doesn’t let you - he holds your head from behind and keeps his member inside you. "Suck it better, bitch! That's what a woman should do - suck cocks, not lick pussies!" Guided by his firm hand on your head, you start to regularly take his cock in and out from your mouth, smacking your lips around Ron’s thick trunk. In-out-in-out… you finally find a good rhythm and follow it, even starting to get your own perverted pleasure, and Ron seems pleased. "Good slut, good! And now lick my balls". "But I thought…" - you whisper, when his cock gets out of your mouth again. "Thought? You don’t need to! I want you to do the only thing with your head: to suck my dick. Oh, and the second one: [[lick my balls]]".

No, you won’t tolerate this. And your Mistress wouldn’t be happy with some dirty pervert fucking you. After last night you do mean something for her. At least, you hope so. So you tell Ron to fuck off, spitting these words from your mouth together with his semen. "Okay, slut, let’s see what’ll happen next", - Ron says, and then spits his saliva right into your face, - "Fucking dyke". But you feel that he is afraid of "what'll happen next" too. So he goes away fast, leaving you alone. Fucked, used, humiliated. Waiting for your Mistress to fix all this. When Becky comes back several hours ago, Ron’s saliva has already dried on your face, but you still feel his semen in your mouth. Not able to hide the truth, you [[tell Becky everything]].

You can’t imagine sucking Ron’s dirty dick again... But that’s the only opportunity for Becky to keep the job she loves. It means you need to protect your Mistress, even if she won’t ever know about this. "Gag me", - you tell Ron, looking at his eyes contemptuously. "Ah ah ah! You didn't say the magic word!" - smiles Ron. "Gag me… please". "That’s better. But you have to lick my dick before. There’s some cum you left..." [[Lick his dick]]

With a trembling voice, not daring to look into Becky’s eyes, you say: "Please, punish me, Mistress. As hard as you wish. I was a bad slave and crave to earn your forgiveness. My body is all yours for punishing". You screw up your eyes, expecting a blow, but Mistress doesn’t beat you. "Good to hear, Peach. But I’ll punish you tomorrow. And now have a rest. That was a hard day for both of us". Yes, that’s what you want: to have a sleep and forget all this shit. But before laying on the floor, [[you should express your condolences to Becky]].

Becky wakes you with the sound of moving boxes in your room. Yeah, you treat this room as yours now. But you have to leave it. Observing the room for the last time, you see a sack truck hand trolley. Seems that Becky wants to put some boxes with her belongings on it and take them out. But now she is just sorting her things gravely and isn’t looking at you. But… she planned to punish you. What if she decided to leave you because you're such a bad, ungrateful slave? No! [[You want your punishment! You need it!]]

Having made up your mind, you step onto the platform of the sack truck trolley. "Good girl. And now, to my favorite part..." She really loves wrapping her obedient Peach, you can tell for sure. And you love to see her aroused and inspired, as she is when putting a transparent tape layer by layer around your ankles… knees… and higher… Huh! Here is the vibro egg going inside you… thanks, Mistress, that’s very nice of… ouch! She sets power nearly to maximum, and your… legs… feel weaker… "Please… Mistress… " - You’re not sure you can stand it…. like, literally stand... with these vibrations inside you and her hands on your hips… maybe you could [[cum before you both move out]]?

You open your mouth wide, and Becky stuffs her dirty, sex-smelling panties into it. First one comes in easily, but the second leaves almost no free space in your mouth, and your cheeks now look silly puffed up. "Want one more, slave?" - asks Mistress, and presses panties to your nose, - "Want my dirty panties in your mouth?" You aren’t sure you can take one more, but they smell so… so… so you just nod assent and moan with your stuffed mouth, meaning: [[“Fill me up with your dirty panties, Mistress. Fill me up to the limit”]].

You look at her, admiring your Mistress. A strong and mighty woman who can be tender… but only after she fucks your brain out. And you like it. "Mms Mmftrs…" - you moan, and she smiles, takes the handles of the trolley and drives you to your new life. Well, this life starts with a Walk of shame. Cause when Becky drives you from the little room to the big warehouse, you see dozens of men and women in blue uniform, waiting for you there. They look at you yearningly, and [[you can easily read their eyes]].

So one day, when he ungags you for a good old facefuck, you blush and ask Ron to fuck your pussy instead. He laughs and calls you a dirty slut, but refuses to fuck your wet hole. "This is for you dykes. I prefer tight asses". So he turns you over and fucks you between your buttcheeks. With no lube or condom. His crooked penis destroys your ass, and you would scream your lungs out if not his underpants stuffed in your mouth. Underpants with a taste of his cum, piss and sweat - the tastes that slowly became so familiar for you. And after a quick and rough fuck, while Ron is getting dressed, and you are laying on the floor with his cum pouring out of your ripped ass, this man says something different from his daily insults and abuses. "Listen here, sweetie. I’m a bit tired walking here to get some dirty blowjob. I think a slut like you should know her place… and this place is near a real man". [[What does he mean? You don't understand]]. Does he want to… like… move in together?

Not even realizing what you are getting into, you nod assent, and even moan into your gag, meaning: “You totally broke me. I am nothing but a fuckhole now. If you want to take me and use me - do it. I’m not worth anything but this” "I knew you were a total slut", - says Ron, and then suddenly leaves the room. What’s going on? Is he… disappointed? Are you too slutty even for Ron? But… you already gave yourself at his mercy! [[What should you do now?]]

To betray and leave your Mistress? You can’t even imagine it! Well, in fact you can. Cause Ron’s trousers are still in your mouth, his warm cum fills your asshole, and his cock… his dirty, stinky… but so tasty cock aims at you. It’s not fair! How are you meant to make a decision in such conditions? But finally you [[find strength and refuse him]].

Stepping into this box was the last decision you made. Ron closed the box and brought it to the security room, which became your new home. A pretty cramped one: there are several lockers for guards' uniforms, a stool and a table with several security monitors on it. And your place is under this table. When it’s Ron’s work shifts, you spend your days at his feet, sucking his always-dirty penis or just waiting for Ron’s orders. He has a favorite game. Sometimes he sees a beautiful woman - a real woman, not a dirty slut like you - on his security monitors. Then he drags you by the hair from under the table and rapes you, still enjoying the view of that woman from CCTV cams. He whispers, how he would treat this beauty, while fucking you. And you feel like just a cap for his cock, a living masturbator that is used by its owner just to get his rocks off. [[Yes, you finally learned your place]].

"Ymmph Mfstrss, - you moan, standing up and facing the shelf with different brands of toilet paper. "I should tie you up before punishment, but I think you know now that there’s no sense in escaping. So just stand still". And you do, and then the first strike of the cord comes to your ass. Fuck! That’s painful! "Normally I would ask my slave to count strikes, but your mouth is busy with more interesting stuff", - tells Becky, meaning her panties, - "So I’ll do it myself". The only thing is left for you is to [[try to endure the punishment]]

Oh shit! You wake up and find yourself still half-bound and half-naked in the middle of the hypermarket, but it’s not midnight anymore. It’s early morning, and you can hear human voices somewhere near you! Dear, you are in serious trouble! Your upper body, including your bare tits and arms, is still wrapped with a transparent tape. So it makes it hard for you to take anything with your hands, but easy for anyone to see your breasts with hard-on nipples (damn, how did you manage to wake up already aroused? what were you dreaming of?). Moreover, you’re still gagged with Becky’s panties, but they don’t have any taste, unfortunately. As for the taste… your sweet pussy is already wet, and it’s absolutely naked, just like your legs… so hypermarket’s visitors won’t enjoy their morning coffee only, but a nice view of you too. [[Look around]]

What's the use of doubting, Peach? If your Mistress says you must pass the test - you just do it, as an obedient slave. As her tasty Peach… yeah, you started to call yourself Peach too. So you stand up from the floor and head to the warehouse through the rows of shelves. Naked and frightened to meet somebody. On the corner of one of the rows you run into a young blonde man with a shopping cart. He whistles at you. "Wow there! Are you a merchandiser? I want a sample!" You silently make a sign of negation and walk away, but he follows you. "Or are you a flash-mobber? Is it some game? I wanna join!" "Leave me alone, please" - [[you think and mend race]], - "My Mistress won’t like this..."

No, that's enough for you! You can be naked for your Mistress… maybe for two Mistresses… but not for dozens of strangers! Seems like you should find another Owner… but before it you must get dressed. With your bound hands you manage to reach for the stationery knife that Mistress left for you on the shelf and cut the tape that wraps you. Then you spit out Becky’s panties and leave them on the shelf. It’s time to say goodbye... Having grabbed a frying pan to partially cover your nudity, you run through the hypermarket to the clothes row, hoping not to be seen. But right next to the shelf you see a 60 y.o. lady with a shopping cart… yeah, it’s the same old lady that you met here yesterday… and you wouldn’t want to meet again. [[Hide!]]

After a little demur you kneel before the old lady and pretend kissing her unfashionable brown shoes… and got immediately ass-beaten by her walking stick. "No play-acting! Kiss them!" - tells the old lady with a steel voice. Wow. She could really be a Dominatrix… Aroused with this sudden thought, you start to [[kiss her shoes passionately]].

This big red ball-gag is your all-time favorite. You absolutely LOVE it. But hey, enough talking. No words are needed for a good slave that you wanna be - just moans and sobs. <img src="Pics/Ballgag1.png"> You open your mouth wide, very wide… wow, what a good girl you are!... and put the gag inside. Mmm, tasty! Then you tighten a strap behind your head. And you like this tightness, it makes you feel like a real damsel in distress. It won't be easy to take this ball-gag off, and the only reason to do it is to replace the gag with a big nice dick or a juicy pussy… Mmm, you are getting super horny just gagging yourself. So how will you feel when you [[put a nasty vibrating egg inside yourself]]?

You put this pleasantly pulsating egg (or is it a bullet?) inside your warm and juicy hole... Wow, wow! With a remote controller you reduce its power a bit: it’s so intense, that you could cum right now! But you have another goal - to keep yourself aroused and horny for all day long. Maybe it will cause making very strange… not adequate… and sexy decisions, that will lead you to slavery. Yeah, that’s what you want. <img src="Pics/Vibroegg1.png"> When the egg is vibrating inside, you fasten its remote controller to your stockings and then adjust your blue skirt. It looks nice with a white blouse… like, really nice, not in a slutty way. Cause you’re not a slut… yet… aren’t you? And then it goes [[the final detail]]...

Yes, the handcuffs. You cuff your wrists before you with two cold metal bracelets. The key goes to your purse. No, you don’t want to uncuff yourself ever… but maybe your new Master would like to tie you in some other way? <img src="Pics/Handcuffs2.png"> Okay, enough talking, and dreaming, and all this. You are really nervous, but it’s your dream that came true. To achieve this dream, you moved into this city several days ago. Allegedly you did it because of job offer, but the real reason was your wish of freedom to become a slave, in a city where nobody knows you. So today you don’t need to worry about meeting your friends or relatives. Instead, you hope to meet some strangers… So what are you waiting for? Open the door of your flat and take a step into your new world! [[Go to the city]]

Dreams of being sold and bought arouse you so much that you suddenly ripp off the price tag from the package of peaches (it's just 3.50) and put it on your blouse. <img src="Pics/tag1.png"> OK, maybe it isn’t the best price for you (or is it?), but anyway, now you can really be sold! You even start looking around - would some handsome guy see you and buy? But then [[you see someone else...]]

"Mmm mmm mm!…" - you try to apologize, but the gag doesn’t allow you. "Nice moans, Peach" - she tells with a sudden warmth in her voice, - "I want you to moan for me more". "Mmmmmmm!" - you moan obediently, but Becky immediately stops you by putting her finger on your gagged mouth: "Not here, silly!" <img src="Pics/hush1.png"> When she touches you, you breathe so heavily that your saliva comes out of your mouth uncontrolled, and Becky's finger gets wet. You are afraid she can get angry. But she wipes your lips with her finger, and then... she licks her own finger, checking your taste! "Yummy! Like a peach should be. Come follow me, hurry!" Oh, you would [[follow her to the world's edge]].

You put your fingers on your skirt’s belt and pull it down, then lean forward to step out of the cloth… hoping that Becky, who is standing behind, likes the view of your ass. Ouch! She suddenly slaps your butt-cheek. Yeah, it must mean she likes your ass. And you - you like her rough hand. <img src="Pics/handbecky1.png"> Then you repeat the same undressing process with your panties, teasing Becky with your blushing ass… would you slap it, miss Bossy? Ouch! Mmm… But then there is a little problem. You can’t take off your blouse because of handcuffs on your wrists. The key is in your purse, and the purse is on the floor… Crrrrack! The unexpected sound makes you shudder, and then you [[feel your blouse is torn apart from behind]]!

Firstly, you hear a cracking noise. And then something soft touches your legs. What is it? You look down and see that Becky’s hands are slowly wrapping you with a transparent pallet wrap. It feels a bit cold at first, but heats up quickly to your body temperature. For a bondage lover like you, it’s even strange that you never tried it before. But the explanation is simple: you needed someone else to play this game. Someone like Becky, who already immobilized your ankles, and you realize that now you can’t go away even if you want. Maybe you could, you know, jump away, but that would look pathetic and disgraceful. "Okay, it’s time to lay you on the ground. I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself. Fresh fruits like you shouldn’t be bruised". And that's what you do - you [[lie down]].

But Becky stops for several moments. She suddenly puts her hand on your pussy… and then IN it. Her non-manicured fingers brusquely invade you… This is it! She is going to fuck you right now! You are a bit surprised, but if she wants… Wow! This is… Please, please, give me more, I was a very good Peach... But no, she isn’t going to finger-fuck you. She takes her fingers out your vagina… holding your vibro-egg! "Now I see why you are such a willing slut, Peach". - She smiles - "But from now I control your orgasms, not you". She stands up from the floor and goes to the work desk, opens a drawer… and you [[see a big white Magic Wand in her hand]].

Lying under her, you nod with enthusiasm, and she unbucks your gag and takes a red ball out of your mouth. You finally swallow your saliva, and she notices it. "Woo, so much saliva in this dirty mouth! Don’t swallow it all, it’ll help you to satisfy me!" And without deferring any longer she moves her panties aside and just sits on your face. <img src="Pics/squat1.png"> There’s a moment when the whole world disappears for you, and the only thing that matters is her pussy. You close your eyes, and Becky’s scent overwhelms you, her juices overflood you, her will overpowers you. Now there are only two moving muscles in your whole bound body - it’s your pounding heart and your tongue, trying it’s best to impress Becky. BZZZZ… For a several seconds you freeze because of growing euphoria in your clitoris, but Becky quickly returns you to reality. "Work your sweet tongue, Peach, or I’ll turn this wand off again!" [[Get back to work]]!

And you get back to work - the tastiest of works. Licking every line of her pussy, taking a quick breath and then diving into her wonderful hole again. "Am I... tasty, Peach? So tasty, that you want to cum just licking me?" - asks Becky in a trembling voice. You can just moan affirmatively, feeling your both climaxes approaching. "That’s too bad. Because, Peach… do you hear me, licker? I don’t want you to cum". [[What?!]]

Becky reaches one of the boxes standing in the room and pulls out a white blouse. It looks cheap, obviously it’s from hypermarket’s stock, but you don’t have any choice. Besides, now you feel cheap too. Becky uncuffs your hands with a key, you put on the blouse, and then she cuffs you again. "Want me to help you with your gag?" - she asks, not angry anymore. You nod - "Then open your pretty skillful mouth". <img src="Pics/gag3.png"> You open your mouth wide, so she can stuff it with a big red ball. Then she fastens the gag’s belt on your head and even strokes your hair gently. "Good girl". She carefully inserts your vibro-egg inside your vagina, then dresses herself and leads you out of this room, where you were happy for several minutes… or there were hours? You [[walk through the big warehouse again]].

Becky is right. She is always right. How dare you to forget it and to complicate yourself with those ungrateful thoughts? You are her juicy Peach, tightly wrapped, ready to please. You look at her guiltily, and she finally smiles. "That’s okay, little Peach. You’ll learn soon how to be totally mine. And for now… I have to leave you for several hours. Will you be a good girl, waiting for your Owner?" Of course you will. You will wait for her as long as she wants. "I’m sure you will. But to make sure you won’t disturb my coworkers, I have to gag you". Oh yeah, you love the feeling of your big ball-gag stretching your mouth from the inside. So you eagerly spread your lips… but she doesn’t put your ball-gag between them. Becky has something much more tastier in her hands - her and your panties. "I saw you liked my taste, so feel free to enjoy it for another several hours. Now [[open your mouth]]".

"Hmmm… no, I think you shouldn’t cum without me. So wait till I come back, honey". No, no, no! You want to "come" too! So she could just turn the Magic Wand on and… BANG! The door shuts behind Becky, and now you are alone in the room. Bound, gagged and helpless somewhere in the hypermarket’s warehouse. Enslaved by a woman that you just met. [[This insight makes your thoughts go further]]...

Your unexpected romantic mood fits perfectly to the midnight trading floor where you are standing now. There are shelves, products, and all that you’ve seen several hours before, only covered by darkness now - but the moonlight from big windows turns the hypermarket into a mysterious and exciting place. Ouch! This wasn’t so romantic - Becky suddenly spanks you really hard with her palm. You turn around and stumble upon her glance. Her eyes aren’t romantically clouded as yours - she looks at you with a predatory gaze. And in her hands you [[see an electric cord]]...

"Don’t know where the warehouse is? Okay, for the first time I’ll show you… Follow me" - tells Becky and then turns around and walks away. For the first time? Does she have some plans for you? And are these plans… sexy? Should you follow her? These thoughts run through your head, when suddenly you hear her deep voice. "Peach! Follow. Me. Now." And then chaotic thoughts in your head disappear. You have no free will. You have no stupid thoughts. You are just a fresh, juicy peach, as Becky said, and you should be placed in the warehouse. Yeah, it’s simple like that. So you have just one option: to [[follow Becky to the warehouse]].

"Peach!" Who is there? Oh, that's Becky, standing above you. And you… you must feel asleep! "I see you were comfortable here, my little Peach. But it’s midnight already. Our hypermarket is closed now and everybody went home. Do you know what that means?" You still feel sleepy, so… what does she mean? "It’s time to play!" She leans towards you and quickly cuts the wrap from your legs. Hooray, freedom! But Becky isn’t going to cut the rest of the wrap. "I'd prefer to keep you a bit bound for our games. Don’t you mind?" Of course you agree to everything, so you just nod assent, and Becky hugs you… and helps you to stand up. "Come with me if you want to… cum," - your Mistress smiles. [[Follow Becky outside the room]]

You hear the sound of footsteps, and it is getting closer and closer. She must be walking the big central passage between the rows. And then you hear Becky’s voice, that sounds tantalizing and deceptively kind. "Peach… where is my Peach? Maybe in the fruit row? No! How interesting! Where is she then?" This gentle (deceptively gentle, you repeat to yourself) voice and the feeling of fear makes strange things to you: you get aroused. Well, it’s not very strange, because you realized already, that you love to be Becky’s slave… But hey, she is going to whip you with a wire! And it will hurt! A LOT! Or maybe a good little slave named Peach wants it? What will you do? [[Keep hiding]] or just [[surrender like the slave you are]]?

"My little Peach… here you are! Surrendering without a struggle?" "Mmms mmmfstrss!" Bowed, you look at the dirty floor, not daring to raise your eyes at Mistress. You are just runaway slave who chose her fate. "What a nice fruit you are! But do you know I will punish you anyway?" "Mmms mmmfstrss!" "Maybe you secretly want it?" [["Mmms mmmfstrss, mmpls!"]]

Tears in your eyes don’t allow you to see that Becky sits near you. You just feel that she gently takes your face with her hand. "There-there. I won’t hurt you anymore… today. I have some other promises to keep". And then she kisses your lips, covered by tape, and it feels wonderful. You’d love to answer this kiss, but your gag doesn’t allow you. All you can do is to enjoy the moment of kissing with a woman, whose panties are securely sealed in your mouth. "Get up, Peach! I have one more game for you", - says Becky, and you aren’t afraid anymore. Any game she wants, you can bear. Becky helps you to get up and leads you to cashier desks near the hypermarket’s exit. "This game is called “A Horny Cashier”. That’s you. And I’m a customer you must serve. And now - [[hop on conveyor belt]], spread your gorgeous legs and wait for me!"

Becky smiles suddenly. "What a scared chicken you are! Okay, I’ll make it easier for you…" She takes a condom from her bucket and puts it on a cucumber. Then there is a tube of lubricant - she squeezes out some lube on this cucumber that still lays on the rubber belt. "Now hurry, please, I have a whole bucket of goods! And I can go to another cashier desk". Hell no! Even when there is no other cashier desk at night, you don’t want your Becky (you mean - your Mistress) to even think about leaving you. That's why you [[stuff the cucumber into your ass]].

"Please Mistress. Don’t take your panties away. Can I keep your panties... on me? Can you put them on my face?" Stupid, stupid! Is it the smartest thing you could tell? Now she’ll think you are… "Huh. You do love my panties, don’t you? Okay. Usually I don’t fulfil every fantasy that my slave has. There are my wishes that must come true, not yours, understand it?" [[Of course you do]]. She is the Goddess, and you are just a pathetic worshiper.

You consume sandwiches, croissants, bananas (no, not the one that was inside you) and other delicious treats, and Becky just watches you. "Not only a sleepyhead, but a food buff too?" - Becky knows how to make you blush, - "I like girls with a keen appetite, you know?" Finally stuffed yourself with food, you look at Becky with gratitude. "Thank you, Mistress. How can I… return the favor to you?" Becky looks at you with a strange expression on her face. "Yes, that’s what I wanted to discuss with you. I know you can give me some pleasure right now, but I’ve got another offer to you. Would you like to stay with me and work here?" [[Work here? What does she mean? Like, in hypermarket?]]

"Oh, such a cute slave you are" - says Becky. - "I’ve got another present for you. I tore your blouse with a knife, so…" Becky gives you a nice black T-shirt… with a word SLAVE on it. "I don’t know how this got into hypermarket’s stock, but it fits you". <img src="Pics/tshirt1.png"> Yes, you put it on and it fits you. And it will look awesome with your handcuffs and ball-gag, when you walk the streets. It will make it absolutely clear for everyone: here comes a slave. Treat her like she deserves. Several minutes ago, all dolled up, gagged and cuffed, you stand near the back door of the hypermarket. Becky looks at you with a warm smile. "Have a nice day, little Peach. And remember - there is some slave labour night shift waiting for you here". "Mmms Mmstrs", - you mumble through your tight gag, and leave the hypermarket. [[Get to the city]]

And then other advantages came. You came back to the hypermarket, and Becky gave you out your uniform. Black trousers, blue blouse, shoes with no heels. It doesn’t look sexy, but for you it’s something special. It’s your first full-time slavery uniform! Well, almost slavery. So you put it on proudly. But Becky manages to surprise you. “A finishing touch for your uniform” - she tells, and gives you her panties. Her wet, tasty, gorgeous panties. But what should you do with them? “Open your mouth” - comes the answer, and you do. And she stuffs your hungry mouth with this fabric, sobbing with her juices, and then seals your lips with a kiss. And you [[kiss her back... sort of]].

You rise your eyes and see Becky behind the coffee machine. With her most innocent smile she is pouring a juice from a cardboard box on you. W-what is she doing? "Here you are, my little Peach. Now crawl out from your shelter and kneel before me". Do you have any other choices? The battle is lost, you are hers for the punishment. So you [[crawl to your Mistress, ready to be whipped]] and (may be?) finally fucked.

The cool liquid streams from your head to your shoulders, goes down the spine to your naked ass and gives a strange feeling to your pussy. But it’s not pleasure, you think. You are not feeling sweet. It’s a punishment, not a treat, for you at least. You are a dirty, sticky, wet whore that can be used every way your owner wants. Even this weird one. But what scares you the most is that Becky wouldn’t like to fuck you. Hell, she wouldn’t like to even touch your disgustingly wet body! "Ough! What a sticky dirty slut you are! I don’t think you deserve to be fucked by me". [[You knew, you knew it!]]

Suddenly you feel Becky's hands on your butt, spreading your buttcheeks… and then pushing something into yor ass. You moan a little, and she slaps your butt. "Stand still. This is for your motivation during work. I told you I’ll stuff my shoe inside your ass, but you are obviously not ready for this. So we’ll start with something smaller". You analyze your feelings and understand that this must be a banana, covered with a condom. You feel its pressure against your insides, and that makes you horny again, and Becky sees it too. "Slave, don’t drop your slutty juices on the floor, or you’ll have to clean it off again - and this time with your tongue!" She secures the banana in your ass by wrapping your crotch and hips with another tape, and then goes away. And so you are left alone between the rows. [[It's time to work]]!

Dirty, bound, ass-stuffed and naked, you start to work: pour the water from the bottles on the floor and diligently wipe the dirt off. This is you. This dirt is you. A puddle of juices that stuck to the sole of a dominant woman’s shoe. This is your place. This is you. <img src="Pics/mop1.png"> When the floor is clear, you head to the toilet and tidy yourself, as Becky said. And then return to the room in the warehouse and just wait. You don’t have any thoughts really: you are a tired and sleepy puddle of mud, waiting for a shoe to step on you. You manage to not fall asleep until Becky comes, but then everything becomes fuzzily: she takes the banana out from your ass (“good girl, next time we’ll try something bigger”) and wraps you with a tape again, and then you finally drop asleep in your small room. You don’t know how many hours you have slept, when Becky’s voice wakes you up. [[Get back to reality]]

"So I just thought… if some dyke can use this body of yours, why a respectable man can’t?" A respectable? Ha-ha! He is nothing compared to Becky, and you would spit in his face, if you weren’t gagged. "That’s why I’m going to ungag you..." Huh, do it, you moron! "… but I wouldn’t recommend you to cry for Becky’s help or do any other stupid things. Because then everybody in this warehouse will hear you… about twenty men, who could come here and see this dirty naked slut... What would they do? And what would they think about Becky? Nothing good, I think. Do you want that?" [[No, you don't. But tolerating this bastard isn't any better]].

Ough! His dick stinks! Like if Ron fucked a dirty hooker a month ago, and haven’t took a single shower since that moment! Ron listens to your moans of disgust with visible pleasure on his face. "I love the smell of my cock. And I see you do, too. But I don’t know if it’s tasty enough. So now you try and tell me". He brings his stinky prick closer to your face. "And remember - don’t do anything stupid", - says Ron. [["No, please",- you ask]], and the man smiles.

You look at his hairy balls and can’t even imagine licking them. But Ron already knows how to make you more cooperative: he takes you by the head and just pulls you to his testicles. Several hairs got into your mouth, and you hardly keep from vomiting. And in this very moment you finally realize what is going on: a man who hasn’t even told you his name uses you as he wants several minutes after you meet. This rude, dirty male doesn’t see you as a person - only as a fuck-meat. [[And that’s who you secretly were, or at least wanted to be]]...

"Sweetie, you’re a natural born sucker! These lips of yours… I’m gonna use them very often!" - Ron shouts. "Wait, you said it was the only time…" "Shut up, slut. I said, your head is not for thinking or speaking, just sucking. Stupid girl, did you really think I’ll lose an opportunity to fuck you regularly?" Your mind, still foggy from facefuck-shaking, becomes dizzy, and you [[feel your own cold sweat under the layers of transparent tape around your body]].

But Becky doesn’t listen to your apologies. She just leaves the room saying no word. And so you got left again, and this time it’s even worse, cause you are abandoned by your Mistress. You just lay on your back, look at the ceiling and think about your future. What’ll it be now? Will you have to repeat your bound-promenade, to gag and cuff yourself, and to go back into the city to find another Mistress? You wouldn’t want to, especially when you found a perfect one, but it’s not you who decides now. It always isn’t you, the slave. An hour later you [[hear the door open]]... But who is it? The hypermarket's boss? Or maybe Ron again?

Still not understanding her will, you get up and look at her. And she suddenly takes your old vibro-egg out from one of her boxes. "We’ll need it today. But first, hop on the trolley’s platform". And that’s when you get it. She wants to move YOU! Move as a furniture, or a box, or a… her thing. Okay, that counts. You are her thing really. But is she going to drive you through the whole warehouse on this trolley? [["Shouldn’t I… get dressed? Mistress?..."]]

The tape she covers you with is so transparent that it doesn’t hide anything, like if you were naked. But if your Mistress isn’t shy about her slave’s naked body, then the slave shouldn’t be too, isn’t it? "Okay, Peach. Time to tape your mouth". "… and maybe blindfold me too, Mistress?" "Hey, you’re a sly one! No, I want you to see everything… and everybody. But you are so obedient today, so I’ll let you choose. I can just tape your mouth or put something in it before. What do you think?" [["Oh… can there be your panties… Mistress?"]]

Shutting you up, Becky puts her hand on your mouth. "Shhh, little one. Keep in mind, this is your punishment. But I know how to entertain you during it…" And she turns on your vibro-egg... and turns this whole ride into a series of humiliating, dirty, wonderful climaxes in full view of everyone in this city. Becky drives the trolley with you on it along the streets, walkways and crosswalks. Pedestrians gaze at you, look away, spit on you or ask Betty to sell you - and you [[just moan in shame and pleasure]].

Okay, the pot-bellied fucker defeated you. You don’t even try to protest, because there is no sense in it anymore. So you just take Ron’s now-flaccid dick in your mouth and suck it, filling your mouth with leftovers of his semen. "The good sluts must swallow. But this time I don’t want you to. Keep my cum in your mouth", - he orders, and you do, just rolling the sticky liquid on your tongue. Then Ron takes Becky’s panties and wipes some cum drops from your face, - "Here you are. Now open wide, slut". You [[open your mouth for him]], and he brusquely stuffs a piece of cloth in it, and then takes a duct tape.

The next day Ron returns with a devilish smile under his mustache. When he unzips his pants, instead of his crooked cock you see a real monster: a giant black penis nozzle with horrendous spikes. <img src="Pics/spiked1.png"> "Since you are a whore who can’t distinguish cock and pussy, I’ll make sure that you know the difference". And ignoring your screams, this bastard rapes your pussy, making you cry, yell and… [[have an orgasm]].

You try to crawl to the box, but it isn’t easy while your whole body is taped. "Oh, fuck these dyke-tapes", - tells Ron, and releases you from your transparent bondage with his stationery knife, - "My slut won’t be taped in this stupid way. My slut should be free… cause she must be at my feet at the first call". So for a few seconds you are free, and even think, if you should step into this box and lose your freedom in the most ugly and stinky way or try to break free. But then you stop yourself: a slut’s head is not for thinking. It’s for sucking Ron’s dick and licking his balls. And that’s all. [[Step into the box]]

You realize it too late and don’t have enough time to run away. In short order your cruel Mistress is standing before you. In midnight’s moonlit she looks stunning with this stern look and a cord in her hand. Who were you to think you could be smarter than Mistress? You are just her property, who felt free for several moments - but you are not free. Forever not. "Slave! On your knees!" - she orders, and you [[kneel immediately, as her demanding voice weakens your legs]]

"One", - repeats Becky, and then stops, listening to your moans. - "What’s that, slave? You think I made a mistake in counting? Oh, I am adding several strikes for these thoughts of yours. Remember, slave: your Mistress is always right. Got it?" And she strikes you several times in a row, counting: “Two… two… two…”. And you endure these whips and tell yourself: “Yes, Mistress. You are always right. Your right is in every… mmm!... in every strike that is made by your powerful hands… mmm! yes… you are right… it hurts! right… mmm! right…please, Mistress, enough….” "There, there" - you suddenly hear Becky’s gentle voice behind your shoulder, and then realize you were crying, - "It’s over. I won’t punish you anymore today. I see you learned your lesson…" "Yyymrs mmfsrsss…" - you mumble through your gag. "Then it’s time for your reward", - she tells, - "[[Spread your legs]], slave!"

You obey, and Becky shoves her hand behind your legs. "I see that it's not only your face that got wet…" Oh, Mistress… what are you surprised by? You took your naughty slave by force, whipped and taught her a good lesson… no wonder she got wet, dreaming of you … fucking her! Yeah, you feel something hard near the entrance of your wet hole… you look over your shoulder to see it’s a big black strap-on, attached to Becky’s hips. And the next moment it slooowly enters you, making your legs shiver, and then goes out just as slowly. Mistress, please! Are you torturing me again, with this slowness? - [[you think]], and Mistress reads your thoughts from your moans.

You see a big red alarm clock that woke you up, and a note near it. You reach for it and read: <img src="Pics/note1.png"> “Morning, slave. Welcome to your final test. Tonight you ran away from me and hid in my hypermarket. And despite the fact that I found and punished you, I want to be sure that you won’t run away again. I want a loyal slave, not a bizarre-sex-addicted girl. So you have to decide now. You can come back to your room in the warehouse and claim yourself as my obedient slave. But to do that, you must go all the way to the warehouse as naked as you are now. Or you can look for some clothes in the hypermarket and get dressed - but then you must leave. Your belongings will be in the box near the employee entrance. It’s up to you, Peach, to decide. Your Mistress” [[Shit, shit!]]

Hiding behind the shelf, you look at her back and whisper: “Please, go away… Go shop somewhere else…” But a stubborn lady doesn’t go, and very soon the hypermarket will be crowded with other customers. So you make up your mind and step to the shelf… and at this very moment the old lady sees you and extracts a walking stick with a hook from her shopping cart. "Get away from me, you slut!" - she shouts, waving her stick, - "I know you! Yesterday you were with this ball in your dirty mouth, and now bare-assed! You whore!" "Sorry, I just wanted…" - [[you try to protest]], but she doesn’t listen.

And that’s when you finally felt totally helpless. Even with Becky, it was more like a twisted game. But now… some old lady fucks you with her stick, and you can’t do anything with that, just keep kissing her boots… and… moving your hips... towards the stick… of this powerful old lady... "What is it, are you enjoying it?" - tells the old lady and kicks you off with her shoe, - "You dirty perv! This is not for your bizarre entertainment! What a waste you are!" - she shouts and walks away driving her shopping cart. Wait... what was it? Yes, you started to enjoy your intercourse, but you thought she liked it too… And now she ruined your orgasm! What the hell is with women in this hypermarket? But anyway, the shelf with clothes is now yours. You [[pick up white panties, a simple black skirt and a light-blue blouse]].

His authoritative voice makes you tremble with arousal. You quickly nod several times - yes, my owner, of course I will - and then raise your hands and spread your legs. He immediately puts his bossy hands on your body. His right hand goes along your spine and comes to your ass. You hold your breath expecting him to slap your buttcheek, but he just squeezes it, and then whispers into your ear: "Nice and soft ass. I haven’t seen your manual, but I hope that this ass is designed for a good whipping". [[Nod YES!]]

Yes, you certainly do, and she sees it, when you went weak at the knees imagining a big knot of this rope rubbing against your crotch while you lie bound on Stephanie’s couch. "Hey, don’t start without me, it’s unfair!" - she laughs looking at you. - "Okay, I see you are a fan of ropes. What else? I think I can take some duct tape… you know, I love to try different types of gagging… and maybe combine them… like, for example..." But suddenly the sense of her words vanishes from your head. A wave of inevitable pleasure from vibrating devices inside you together with Stephanie’s gentle voice sends you to the peak of delight… and further. [[Surrender to it]]

A bank? It sounds promising. You don’t have much money at the moment, but with the help of a little loan you could afford many things. Many HOT things that you were dreaming about. And the first thing that comes to your mind is a slave-coffin, a big box where a good slave like you could be imprisoned for days… fed, watered and properly fucked by special tubes and machines. Settled! You will just head to the bank and get a loan to buy the slave-coffin. You [[get a smartphone out of your purse]].

Okay then, where is the nearest bank? Huh, there are even two nearby. GIC Bank is a big and well-known bank that works throughout the city. It has many branches, and one of them is just 5 minutes away. The other one, Green Hand Bank, is… you never heard about it. Looks like it’s a small bank, and its office nearby can be the only one. So where do you want to go? GIC Bank is reliable and safe, but its interest rates may be too high. And what about Green Hand bank, you don’t have a clue what is waiting for you here. But if it’s so small, maybe you could get an advantageous offer there... [[Go to GIC Bank]] **Go to Green Hand Bank** **(The path is under construction)**

Just several minutes of a shameful and very arousing walk down the street - and here you are, standing before the bank. <img src="Pics/gic1.png"> The building is not tall, it has a single floor. But it's windows are big and clean, and through them you can see a bank hall with several clerk girls in white blouses, and three or four clients, mainly women. “Get to the new level of your life with our loans!” - tells a poster attached right to the window glass. Yeah, that’s just what you are here for. Get to the new level of bondage, of helplessness, of slavery. A new level of your life as you [[dream about it...]]

Ah, here it is! A black van is parked near the bank. There are several men in it. Trying to slip under the radar, you make a few steps closer to the car and listen attentively. <img src="Pics/van2.png"> The man who was called Frank tells below his breath: "On my mark we enter the bank. You disarm a security guard, there’s only one man there. And you - head to the vault and take all the money they have. Meanwhile, me and you - we choose some cute girl as a hostage. When the vault is emptied, we run back to the car with our hostage and get away from the chase..." [[Oh my! They talk about bank robbery!]]

Wow, you acted like a fool sometimes before, but now it’s definitely the most stupid and dangerous thing you’ve ever done. And the most arousing, too... Having turned back from the black van, you enter the bank and end up in a spacious hall. There are four cubicles along the walls, where clerks (3 women and a young guy) sit, and some free space in the middle of the hall, where customers just stand waiting for their turn. A lonely security guard, a bored man in his 40s, is web-surfing on his mobile phone. You suddenly get an afterthought that you should have warned everybody about the robbery, but it’s too late. Three men in black masks break into the bank hall. The tallest of them knocks out the security guard with a single punch. And a robber with a golden handgun fires into the air. <img src="Pics/robber1.png"> "Everybody, get on the floor now! This is a robbery! Remain still and you won’t get hurt! I need the bank’s money, not yours, so no heroics please!" - shouts the gang’s leader (you know by his voice it’s Frank). [[Fall on the floor]]

You fall on the floor obediently, and so do others. "Hands! I want to see your hands! Put them on the floor!" Okay, Mr.Robber, as you wish. You put your hand on the floor before you, and Frank, who walks around the hall checking hostages’ hands, stops at you. "Nice handcuffs, lady. You like playing cops and robbers, huh?" - Frank asks, and then goes toward the cubicles. There he points his golden handgun at one of the clerks. "You, give me the vault’s keys!" The frightened clerk gives the keys with his shakey heads to Frank, and the leader throws it to the third robber - the one who was nervous in the car, you suppose. Mr.Nervous catches the keys and runs to the vault. And you can only [[wait for what's coming next]]

You look around and see one of bank’s customers, sitting on the floor. It’s a brunette man in his early 30, wearing a black leather coat. He unshrouds his coat a bit and you see a gun holster. <img src="Pics/012_gunholster1.png"> "Hi, I’m Jeremy. Could you please distract that guy’s attention", - he whispers, nodding at Frank, who is walking around the bank, - "So I can take aim and shoot him?" Oh no. That sounds dangerous. Frank said - no heroics. So maybe you should stay calm? Why should you risk yourself for the bank’s money? You [[look at Jeremy with this silent question on your gagged face]].

Jeremy easily understands what you doubt about. "Hey, It’s not about the bank’s money. We don’t know what these guys have in their minds. Somebody can get hurt here". But what can you do? Like, tell “Mister robber, can I have your attention, please, while this guy is trying to shoot you”? Fuck, this is not what you expected here. You aren’t a hero, you are just a little slave. No, this job isn’t yours. "I think you could… entertain him somehow, You know… like you slaves do. Please?..." [[What?...]]

Okay, this is gonna be fuuuuuun… you tell to yourself, but feel scared as fuck. But hey, the bank isn’t gonna save itself… and if you have to fuck some handsome robber to save all these people, than you should at least try. So you slowly ungag yourself (what a pity, you hoped it'd be not you, but your new Owner who'd remove this gag) and crawl towards Frank. <img src="Pics/gag4.png"> He notices you and aims his gun at you. "Stand still, lady! I told you to be quiet and stay down". [[Kneel and explain yourself]]

Sorry, Jeremy, it’s too dangerous for a weak slave like me. You made a sign of negation with your head, and the gunner looks at you with disappointment. "You’re just a slave! You are meant to suffer and get fucked!" - Jeremy whispers, - "So why can’t you just…" "What’s going on here?" Oh shit! Carried away by your dispute, you [[missed Frank came closer]] and now he stands above Jeremy...

While Jeremy is aiming his gun at Frank in slow-mo, you manage to think that visiting the robbed bank wasn’t your best idea… And then Frank accurately kicks the gun out of Jeremy’s hand, and then knocks him out with another kick. "You fucker! I told you to stay calm! You wanted to shoot me?" - Franks kicks unconscious Jeremy’s ribs, - "Or maybe you wanted me to shoot you? Don’t count on it, fucker! I said, my bullets are not for you!" [[Wow. That was impressive…]]

"Good slave. Good" - says Frank. Wow. You nearly melt from his words. He could just caress you a bit now, and you'll eagerly beсome his pet. But Frank stands up and walks to the center point of the bank’s hall. "Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention, please? Yes, look at me, everybody!" Frightened customers and clerks (and you too, of course) [[look at Frank obediently]].

You obediently kneel before Frank, trying not to provoke him. <img src="Pics/kneel1.png"> "Yes, I know, mister… Robber. But we are all here a bit nervous… about this robbery… and I thought maybe I could entertain you and help you to relieve some stress?" "What do you mean, lady? I don’t need any reliefs. I am not nervous. And this is me who is robbing the bank!" Oh shit. This is gonna be harder than you thought. And moreover, you almost feel other hostages’ glances on your back. What is she doing? What does she mean by “entertaining” this criminal? We are being robbed, and this slut got wet about fucking with a robber? Yes, guys, you are right, I am a slaveslut and I already got wet. But I’m trying to save your asses too. So now I’m gonna [[beg the Robber for some action]].

"I know, you’re not nervous, mister Robber", - you tell with the most obedient of your voices, - "But I AM nervous. And aroused, too". "What?" - Frank asks, obviously surprised and not aiming at you with his gun anymore. But now you are aimed by his cock, that makes an imposing bulge in his pants. Honestly, you thought that would be enough distraction for Jeremy to start shooting. And you are still several feet from Frank, that makes it more or less safe for you. But it seems Jeremy wants you to distract Frank MORE. Okay then, you’ll have to go further... [[Tell Frank the truth about you]]

You look not at Frank’s masked face, but at the bulge in his pants. That’s what you need. "I’m a total slut, mister Robber. I crave to become an unworthy slave of some strong man. That’s why today I gagged and handcuffed myself - in the hope that somebody will enslave me, to torture, humiliate and fuck senseless everyday". You bet that under Frank’s mask his surprised and stressful face is slowly replaced with a lustful expression. [[Continue your degraded speech]]

"I understand that a big criminal like you doesn’t need such a pathetic slave. Yeah, I know it. But maybe… please, could I at least suck and worship your cock?" Frank doesn’t answer, and you understand that he is weighing up the pros and cons. Mr.Tall, the second robber, looks confused. "Hey, F… I mean, boss, maybe you shouldn’t? What if she has some other intentions?". But you NEED Frank’s cock, so you are insistent. You [[slowly raise your hands from the floor]].

Oh yeah. This gorgeous bulge in Frank’s black pants is now yours to take. And even before unzipping his pants, you just lean forward and kiss his dick through the pants’ fabric. The fabric smells of gunpowder and men’s perfume, and this combination makes you dream about yielding yourself prisoner to Frank. "The slut really likes it!" - Mr.Tall laughs. Oh, you don’t even know how much I do. Kneeled before your conqueror, you unzip his pants with your cuffed hands, and then his prick is finally free. And you are not, because [[you are truly enchanted with this rock hard cock and glorious balls]].

You go along his cock with your tongue, sucking the head of the marvelous penis and massaging Frank’s balls with your hand. Oh, you would give these balls a personal tongue service, but you don’t have enough time. So after several licks of them you return to the cock, and it goes in and out your mouth with a wet smacking. This wet smacking is the only sound heard in the bank. Frank is too busy with joy to speak now, clerks and customers are shocked with your behavior and try not to look at your disgraceful blowjob, and Mr.Tall… [[Oh...]]

Who would agree to such a crazy slave’s request? Nobody! Unless it be a robber, who is getting a blowjob of his life and feels on top of the world... and therefore moans displeased, when you stop worshiping his dick for a moment and ask: "Please, sir, can I suck your friend’s dick too?" Surprised and still cloud-minded, Frank looks at Mr.Tall and his erected dick. Mr.Tall says nothing, but it seems Frank understands everything in his subordinate’s eyes. You don’t think Frank likes your idea, but… sharing is caring… company spirit… team building… and all this crap... "The hell with it! Suck him too, you greedy slut!" [[Such a lucky slut you are...]]

Oh, you are not sure that Frank would be happy with it. Hardly he has ever dreamed about touching cocks with Mr.Tall… even if in some slut’s mouth. So you just keep sucking Frank’s dick, enjoying its taste, thickness, length and smell… enjoying everything about it. But it’s only you and Frank who are enjoying the moment. Because others are not so happy, and you feel like tension rises around you. Mr.Tall, who was neglected by you… customers and clerks, who are frightened by robbers and have a disgust to a fucked in a head slut… and Jeremy, who… Shit! Being busy with this glorious dick, you totally forgot about Jeremy! Keeping Frank’s cock in your mouth, you [[throw eye on the rebel gunner]]

You try to stop Mr.Tall with your cuffed hands, but it looks more like you are jerking him off, so he gets even more excited and rough. "Take it deep, you witch!" - He shouts and slaps your cheek with his hand, and that sudden pain draws tears from your eyes, washing away your mascara. Frank sees it and decides to hold his ground: his dick may not be as big as Mr.Tall’s, but it’s Frank who is the boss here! So Frank starts to fuck your mouth even harder then Mr.Tall: he pushes his meat deep inside your throat with demanding knocks, not caring if you have enough breath. Seems that he wants to fuck your brain out… as Mr.Tall wants too. And so you give up resisting robbers: you just stand before them kneeled and accept their big, wet, smacking dicks going in and out fast, like a fuckmeat you are. This is your degradation: you aren’t even a slave anymore - just a wet hole that is publicly used. Blorp-blorp. Maybe after robbers cum, the hostages can have their way with you too... But first you need to [[suck dry these two horny stallons]]...

You feel they are getting closer to climax. And it seems that soon their cum will blow you up from the inside. Because there’s no way your mouth can hold it all in... BAM! Fuck!! Frightened with a sudden sound, you even bite robbers' cocks in your mouth. But you don’t have enough time to realize what’s going on, when… BAM! And then Frank and Mr.Tall stop raping you. They both reflexively make several pushes into your mouth, but when you raise your eyes, you see blood stains on their chests. And then these two mighty robbers just fall on the ground breathless, finally setting your torn mouth free. You turn around and see Jeremy - he is holding a smoking gun with his trembling hands, and his eyes look crazy. [[Stand up from your knees]]

Shit, you completely forgot about Jeremy and his plan! But now the sounds of shots completely erase any arousal from your mind. You realize that just several seconds before you were in real danger. What if Jeremy accidentally shot you instead of robbers? And why the hell did you have to suck them both for several minutes before Jeremy finally started shooting? These thoughts occur to your mind and suddenly make you angry. "What… what were you waiting for? Did you want to watch them cumming?" - you say, wiping off saliva and precum from your lips, - "Are you some kind of voyeur?" You see a confused and frightened expression on his face. Aha! Ashamed finally! Yeah, you should be, because you used a poor little slave to… "Get down!" - shouts Jeremy abruptly, and you freeze for a second.. What? - "I say, get down!" [[Get down on the floor!]]

BAM! BAM! Bullets whistle above you, then there is a sound of a falling body, and after that the gunfight slackened. You raise your head and see one more body laying on the floor. Yeah, you forgot about Mr.Nervous, who was picking the bank vault clean. Then you look at Jeremy, who still stands in the middle of the hall with the gun in his hand… and suddenly you see him in a new perspective. <img src="Pics/jeremy1.png"> He looks like a western movie hero, just without that cowboy hat. This strong man alone coped with three dangerous criminals and saved a damsel in distress, who was brutally mouth-raped… Okay, she was enjoying it, but it’s his cock that she really wants to taste now... [[Give a bribe to your hero]]

… that’s what you were going to do. But you don’t have a chance to thank your savior… in a proper way... because just after the third robber got down, the police forced their way into the bank. Men in helmets and bulletproof vests overflood the hall. They aim at you and other hostages, making you raise your hands again, then inspect you and finally let you go out, to the street. Heh, the cops are searching for robbers, not knowing that the criminals are defeated already by the Slave and the Gunner. Huh, [[that sounds like a team’s name!]]

"You know, I’m just a paintball fan. The difference is that this time I can’t drink several beers with the guys I shot", - tells Jeremy, and a laughter ripples over the crowd. <img src="Pics/journalist1.png"> You smile too, and at this moment the Blonde sees the handcuffs on your wrists. "Sorry, miss, but why are you wearing handcuffs? Are you arrested? Or did these robbers chain you?" Oh shit. That’s a bad moment to be handcuffed. [[Your mind is racing for an appropriate explanation]], but Jeremy saves you again.

"You know, I am something of a feminist myself..." - you say, looking at journalist. (Yeah, you really find men and women equal - especially when it's about tying and fucking your worthless body. That's right, you worship both Gods and Goddesses. Well, what were you saying?...) "... But this time it's all mr. Colesman's merit. I just followed his instructions, and that's why we are alive". Jeremy smiles, hugs your waist and whispers into your ear: "You are really good at following instructions. I may have several more for you..." [[These words make you wanna cum]]

You get to the police department in one of the cops' cars, separated from Jeremy, so the road feels boring compared to everything that happened... and WILL happen to you. That's why you just reminisce, and fantasize, and rub yourself a little, hoping no one notices. Then you finally arrive at the department. But at the metal detector frame you have some... issues. Jeremy (oh, sweet reunion) helps you to take off your handcuffs ("We can use these later", he smiles predatorily, and you shiver with anticipation). <img src="Pics/cuffs1.png"> But the frame still beeps. Yeah, thinking about Jeremy's dick in your holes, you forgot about something that's already inside you. Your sweet little vibro-egg. Are you ashamed? No, because Jeremy is watching, and you don't want to disappoint this stud with your pudency. So you just reach to your vagina and [[extract the egg]].

"I think I don't need it anymore" - you say saucily, and put the egg into the trash bin, - "These things can't be compared to the real dicks". Jeremy's eyes tell everything: he would rape you right now, in front of all these people. And he wouldn't feel sorry for such humiliation. You are just an eye-candy fuckmeat, so why should he feel sorry? But unfortunately at this moment you are not available for fucking: your body belongs to police. And this "police" has a face, a pretty nice one: it's Angela Thompson, a tall African-American woman in a 3-piece suit. She picks you up after the detector and leads to the 3rd floor, into the small interrogation room. "It's not an interrogation" - she assures you, - "You are not suspected. I just want to know what happened there". [[Tell Angela everything]] **No, you can't confess what you did** **(The path is under construction)**

What can you do? She is a cop, and you shouldn't lie to cops. Especially when they ask so nicely. And especially when they have 10+ more witnesses, that will confirm that you were such a slut for criminals' dicks. That's why you confess yourself to Angela: yes, you were there, handcuffed, sucking two cocks at the same time. No, nobody made you: it was just the best way to stop the criminals... and have some pleasure. Angela doesn't look disgusted: no, she is clearly interested. She types everything you told and shuts her laptop. For a moment you think you are free to go... "Thanks. You are free to go", - Angela says, - "Unless you want to help our city with one more case". You? You aren't a cop, just a weak and obedient slave. You LOVE to help, but can't imagine how you can help this gorgeous woman (oh, and the whole city too). But well, you should at least [[listen to her offer]].

"I'm investigating a human trafficking in our city. Someone is selling people. Like, for real. And the only clue I have is some BDSM club with slave auctions". "Sorry, but with all due respect, it doesn't look like a real clue" - you say, - "BDSM auctions aren't real ones. They are just role-play games. Some people just like to be sold and bought". "I believe you know something about it", - she says calmly, but you suddenly feel she sees right through you, - "Nevertheless, several club members... the "slaves"... are gone missing. And I feel there's something going on there". [[Well, she convinced you... a bit]].

“You know, it’s such an exciting offer, but I have to decline it” - you say regretfully, - “I already have a Master. Well... I hope he still wants to use me as a slave” “I’m sure he does. You’ll make a great slave, girl” - Angela answers with the same regret in her voice. “Thanks, Officer”, - you tell, and make an awkward pause, - “So, can I go now?” “According to law, we have 10 more minutes of our little talk. But yes, you are free to go”, - she says with a charming smile, - Unless…” [[Oh, this woman always has many “unless” for you]].

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[[Трахает тебя в туалете, но в жопу]]

And at the very same moment Jeremy raises his gun and shoots. BANG! For a second or two you think that bullet got into you and that you are dead. Or deaf at least, because the shot was so loud that you… BANG! BANG! No, that’s only now when you get deaf. The shot ranged out just above your head, and you fell on the floor, losing consciousness. And the last thing you remember is Frank standing above you with his two cannons: the golden gun in his hand and the rock-hard cock, sticking out from his pants. ... But you don’t have enough time to rest unconscious, because suddenly you are brought to life with a slap in your cheek... [[Try to open your eyes]]

"Come round, bitch!" - shouts Frank and slaps your cheek again, - "Get up!" You slowly open your eyes, not realizing what’s going on. But Frank sees you are finally conscious, lifts you with a jerk and brings you to his knees. "So that was your plan, whore? To distract me and let this fucker shoot, right? Now [[look what you’ve done]]!"

You look around and see Mr.Tall laying on the floor with a blood stain on his stomach. And then you turn back to see Jeremy is dead too, and clerks are lying on the floor frightened. "He was a good guy!" - tells Frank, - "Not this fucker! I talk about Jim…" - you turn to Mr.Tall again, - "Not so clever, but a loyal one. And now he got a bullet in his barrel, and there are only two of us left to drag all this money to the car". You look around and see Mr.Nervous, who is finally back from the vault with a trolley full of stuffed canvas bags. "So tell me, slut. Did you do this intentionally? Was it your plan or what? Don’t lie to me, bitch!" You look into Frank’s eyes and see pure anger. No, you shouldn’t lie to him… but telling the truth doesn’t look any better in this situation. [[Confess your fault]] **Lie to Frank** **(Under construction)**

Still kneeled before Frank, you look at his masked face with fear. Surely, he can kill you for what you’ve done. And if you die, you will die on your knees, with your hands cuffed, with your mouth full of some stranger’s precum and the vibro-egg still buzzing inside you. You will die as a dirty slave. And that doesn’t sound too bad. So you do what good slaves do. You [[tell the truth]]. You confess your fault.

You don’t want to do it. But you know you have to. So you open your mouth wide and let inside the cold metal barrel. Should you, like, suck it for real? No, spoiling such a beautiful gun with your saliva would be ungrateful… what the hell, what are you thinking about? He’s gonna kill you!… and if you suck, the gun may CUM… and you don’t want it to cum too early… ok, that’s the stupidest thing you could think about… is this what's important before your death?… or maybe you think such crazy thoughts because you finally became a crazy slave?... WEEE WOO WEEE WOOO! Police sirens interrupt your before-death thoughts. That means cops are near the bank. You look at Frank and feel his doubts. Should he spare you or take your life as a revenge for Mr.Tall? [[Beg him with your eyes]]

You raise your sight at Frank. Still sucking his gun, you try to tell him, using your eyes only: "I was a very bad girl, mr.Robber. And a very bad, stupid slave. And I must be punished, I know it. But please, please, don't kill me. I'm just a pathetic slut. I'm not worth a bullet..." Frank looks at you as if you were a dirt under his feet. “That’s your lucky day, slave. I don’t want more dead bodies. But if we ever meet again… you will regret it, I promise” He takes his gun out of your mouth, and you immediately [[fall on the floor, as if the barrel was your inner rod]].

You look at the screen of your phone and see an unknown number calling. Could be just spam-call, but… You decide to give it a chance. “Hello, miss! It’s police officer Sterling. We met several hours ago, after the bank robbery” You hardly remember anyone from the police crew, you were too taken by after-before-death thoughts and feelings. “I know you went through a lot today, but… maybe you could help me?” [[Ask him what can you do]]

“We caught the robbers. Well… we think we did. But there is no evidence or clues. We haven’t found any money or gold bricks from the bank, just an empty van with two masked guys”. Well, that’s not how you build a line of accusation, for sure. “And that’s the most complicated thing… Nobody saw their faces. But… you, miss… you saw… ehm… the penis of their leader. So maybe… miss... could you help us with its identification?” Wow. That’s really something new for you. “So you want me to come to the police station and look at this man’s penis?” - you ask a bit ironically. “Not really, miss. You’ll have to watch several penises and choose the robber’s. For an investigative experiment. Could you, please?” [[Dicks investigation! Why not?]] [[Decline officer's offer]]

Do you really want to go through all this again? The police, robbers, Frank… his cock… The criminal said you will regret it, if the two of you ever meet again. So going to the police department looks more like getting yourself into a lion's den. But hey, it's a police station with plenty of cops! Frank wouldn’t hurt you there, and you can help them to get him into the jail, where he belongs! After all, you are a good slave now. And when a man in uniform asks you for a favor, you should fulfill it. “Of course, Officer. It is my duty to help you with this cock problem… I mean, with the investigation. I’ll get there as soon as I can” [[Go to the police department]]

Go and watch several cocks? That’s a really generous offer. Especially from the police officer. But you feel too tired for it. “You know, officer. If you want someone to research several dicks, I’m your best candidate. Cause today was a very special day for me. Now I know, I’m the real slave. Yeah, you can rename me in your “Contacts”. But I’m too exhausted now. Maybe you call me tomorrow and we will figure it out?” “Okay, miss.” [[“Please don’t call me that”]]

You really get to the police department quite fast - the 5-floor building is clearly visible from afar among not so tall suburb buildings. When you reach its main entrance, you see a tall black man in his 40s with a mustache on his face. He wears casual jeans and a shirt, but holds a cup of coffee and a donut in his hands. “Hi again, miss. I’m Officer Sterling. I got this donut so you can easily recognize me as a cop” - he says with a smile, - “... and I really like donuts too. I’m a living stereotype, you know”. <img src="Pics/donut1.png"> You smile at him (oh, this half-forgotten feeling of smiling, that was impossible with a ball-gag in your mouth) and wait for what's next. “Oh yeah, so… if you are ready… Let’s go. After you!” - says Sterling and then opens the door to the Police department. [[Enter the Police department]]

This is your first visit to the Police department - you have seen them only in the movies before. At first, you don’t see anything interesting here: just a not-so-big lobby crowded with men and women - some are wearing the cliched black uniform, others are not. But you still want to make a good first impression and… BEEEP! BEEEP! Shit! Looking around, you didn’t notice the metal detector frame - and now you have passed it. Well, not really successfully. “Wow, aren’t you the Iron Woman, miss? What do you have?” - asks Sterling with a wide smile - “Please put it on this table”. Dying inside, you reach to your purse for a key and then [[take out your ball-gag and unchain handcuffs]].

“Hmm… weren’t you going to attack us? Because these…” - Sterling inspects your handcuffs - “... are pretty serious”. You can’t see yourself, but your cheeks surely got bright red and - you feel it - very hot. “No, Officer, that’s… for me” - you answer with a trembling voice. “Ah… well… yeah. I remember something about it from today’s robbery report. You were in some handcuffs. But I thought there were criminals who chained you”. Officer Sterling surely [[makes you uncomfortable with these questions]]. But does he make it intentionally?

Well, that has gone too far. You aren’t going to remove the vibro egg from your sex. Not before all these cops! Suddenly you feel annoyed and even angry. So you just grab your handcuffs and ball-gag from the table and run out of the building. “Miss, please stop! Miss!” - Sterling shouts after you, but you don’t mind it. You leave the building of the police department and walk away as fast as you can. “Miss, stop!” Oh, Sterling is a persistent one. But all these show-me-what's-inside-your-pockets games have tired you. And yet you feel dissatisfied with yourself. Shouldn’t the real slave do as she is told, even when that means doing something as strange as taking your wet vibro-egg out of your pussy? Or something even nastier, like… “Put your hands up!” You [[turn around and see Officer Sterling]]

You turn around and see Officer Sterling, And he is.. aiming at you with his handgun! Frightened, you freeze and slowly raise your hands as you are told. Finally you follow the cop's orders. Good girl. All the motivation you needed was to get at gunpoint. “Miss, you are hiding something! I must inspect you. Turn around and put your hands on the wall” Hiding something? Oh yeah. Seems that your runaway from the police department looked strange. You put your hands on the nearby building wall and immediately [[feel Sterling’s palms inspecting your body]].

“Please, Officer Sterling, don’t hurt me. I’m just a pathetic slave-girl. And I surrender to you”. “That’s what I wanted to hear. But whose slave are you? Who are you working for? And what are you hiding?” “I don’t have a Master. And I don’t work for anybody. I’m all alone in this city. That’s why I need this… vibrating device inside me”. Sterling’s hands, that were holding you quite roughly, suddenly loosen the grip. “A vibrating device?” “Yes, Officer. A good slave should always be wet. Who knows when she meets someone with strong hands…” “Sorry, Miss, but I must inspect it anyway. Hold still” “I know, Officer. Do it. I’m all yours” Sterling puts his hand on your hips, and you realize that you should [[provide him with more accurate information]]. Or you can just **let him do his work** **(under construction)**

“It’s in my pussy, Officer. Sometimes I put something into my ass too, but not today”. Officer makes some indistinguishable sound, and then finally touches your pussy. “Don’t be afraid to enter, Officer. I’m already wet” But he doesn’t look afraid. You suddenly feel his finger.. no, two fingers...ah, three!... inside you. They are… wow, it feels gooood.... moving deeper, until they touch your vibro-egg. Oh hell, that all was worth it. Because now you are fingered by the police officer in the middle of the city. Like a cheap whore caught in the street. And you can do nothing. He is the Officer. He is the Law. He is… He just extracted his hand from you, interrupting your near-orgasm feelings! [[Well, fuck!]]

[[ПОПРОСИТЬ И ОСТАЛЬНОЕ СВЯЗАТЬ - ТОГДА МЕНТЫ ПОЙМУТ, ЧТО ТЫ ШЛЮХА. И ПРИСОЕДИНЯТСЯ САМИ ДЛЯ ЧИСТОТЫ ЭКСПЕРИЕМЕНТА]] [[нЕ ПРОСИТЬ СВЗЯАТЬ - ТОГДА ВСЁ КАК ОБЫЧНО]]

[[ШУТЯТ, ЧТО ЕСЛИ УКУСИШЬ ЗА ЧЛЕН, ЭТО НАПАДАНИЕ НА МЕНТА, И ТЕБЯ ЗАДЕРЖАТ]]

[[СЛЫШИШЬ АДРЕС БАНДОСА - И МОЖЕШЬ НАПРАВИТЬСЯ К НЕМУ, ЕСЛИ НЕ СДАШЬ ЕГО]]

[[НЕ КУСАТЬ - ТОГДА ПОСЛЕ ПЁХА УХОДИШЬ В ГОРОД. ПРЕСТУПНИКА НЕ НАШЛА, ТАК КАК ТЕБЕ ВСКРУЖИЛИ ГОЛОВУ, И ТЫ ЗАПУТАЛАСЬ]] [[УКУСИТЬ - ТОГДА ТЕБЯ В КАМЕРУ КАК СОСКУ. ТЫ ИХ ПЛЕННИЦА]]

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[[кОГДА ТЕБЯ ПОРА ВЫПУСКАТЬ, СНОВА КУСАЕШЬ - И ТАК ПО КРУГУ]]

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So you stand in the street again - with a ball-gag in your mouth and metal wrists on your hands. But this time you have a t-shirt on you, and it declares that you are SLAVE. Not that it wasn't obvious by your look, but... sometimes it's better to make things clear. "Hey, slave! Suck my dick!" You turn around and see a young (maybe too young for you) man with a cocky look. You make a step towards him - and at this very moment he loses all his cockiness and walks away fast. Hey, man, you weren't ready to go that far? Poser. You need someone who could really OWN you, not pretend to. So where will you go? [[To the hypermarket]] [[To a bank]]

"Are you a cosplayer? Cause I know a movie you came from" - that’s an opening line of some teenager trying to pick you up. "Hola, chick, wanna some Netflix and chill in my apartment?" - wolf-whistles a man in a roadworker’s uniform. "Get off the street, you slut!" - shouts an angry 50s woman, who must be envious. <img src="Pics/People1.png"> You feel ashamed and aroused at the same time. These words… they mean you can really be worth something as a slave. You just need to find a person who will make you his or her UNworthy thing. And this city suddenly feels like a place with thousands of opportunities for it. So, your wrists are cuffed, your mouth is tightly gagged, and the vibro-egg sends tiny waves of pleasure inside you. The world is your oyster. Where will you go? [[To the hypermarket]] [[To a bank]] ________________________________ **New paths coming later:** **The park** Jogging in your handcuffs? Meeting dog lovers (and even becoming one of them... I mean dogs, of course)? Maybe even a rendezvous with a maniac, who hunts in this park? Anything can happen! **The sexshop** They sure do have a key to your handcuffs... and your heart. Meet friendly customers, get a new job or even become a sex toy yourself! **The Cinema** A good place to bring your worst ero-horror dreams to life ... or just to "enjoy" some popcorn with insolent truant students. **The city centre** Get a taxi or bus (of course, with some sexy consequences...) and enjoy the whole new area with a ton of places to go! Some of them are: - an expensive hotel, where you can become a maid, a local whore... or just gamble your freedom in the underground casino! - a tattoo parlor, to get several humiliating tattos, or even volunteer for some piercing experiments - an old cemetery, a dark and misty place... **And there are many more places to go!** A public WC or a biker club, a beach or a dirty sewer... you'll get into perils anywhere you go!

Here you are, standing on the sidewalk of a street again, ball-gagged and self-cuffed. A limousine car passes by, and through the opened window you see a fat man on the backseat. <img src="Pics/limo1.png"> For several moments the man looks at you with an obvious interest, but then he nods to his driver, and the car leaves. Maybe he thought that you are too cheap whore for him. But he is wrong. You are not cheap, you are absolutely free-of-charge! You just need to find someone who will claim you as his or her property... Where will you go next? [[To the hypermarket]] [[To a bank]]

Men and women in blue uniforms stare at you, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Becky leads you to the service entrance. You stop near the unnoticeable black door, and she squeezes your ass one last time and smiles. "You are not just sexy as hell. You are a very brave girl too, Peach. I hope there are many more pleasures awaiting you. Just go for it!" Becky opens the door for you, and you make a step outside to leave her - and the hypermarket. [[Go back to the city]]

These clothes aren't as cool as the outfit that was cut by Becky, but you can live with it. Cause it’s not your clothes that attract everybody’s glances. Dolled up, you go to the employee entree, not even thinking about paying for clothes. Security guards and CCTV cams operators, who have obviously seen everything, owe you for this show. <img src="Pics/cctv1.png"> As it was written in Becky’s note, in the box near the hypermarket's entrance you find all your belongings, all that you really need: the big red ball-gag, the vibro-egg and handcuffs. You insert the egg, gag and cuff yourself, feeling surprisingly refreshed and ready for new adventures... [[Get back to the city]]

You are in the street again - ball-gagged, cuffed and stuffed with the vibro-egg, ready to find someone who... Woa! Something touches your leg, and you nearly jump. But it's just a dog, who sniffs you enthusiastically. You smell a slut, good boy? <img src="Pics/dog1.png"> But then the dog's leash tightens, and his owner, a young woman, leads him away. "No, Spot, you can't mate with her. She's a bad bitch". Oh definitely you are. Where do you want to go now? [[To the hypermarket]] [[To a bank]]

You are in the street again, getting thousands of glances from people around you. Three nuns pass by. The first one stares at you angrily and spells a short prayer. The second one looks away. But the third nun glances directly in your eyes... then on your ball-gag... and lower. Sure she would love to stand besides you, gagged and cuffed... Come join me, sister! <img src="Pics/nun1.png"> But the nuns walk away, and you... you have much to do! Where will you go? [[To the hypermarket]] [[To a bank]]

The warehouse excites you. The hypermarket was crossed by rows of shelves tall as a man. But here, in the warehouse, you see giant shelves of 10 or even more meters high. There are forklift trucks everywhere driven by men and women in the same blue uniform as Becky’s. And Becky is… where is she? For a moment or two you feel lost and alone among buzzing trucks and shuttling workers. And you don’t like this feeling. So when Becky suddenly appears near you and pulls you by the hand somewhere between the shelves, you breathe a sigh of relief. "I told you to follow me. Wasn’t it clear?" - your new boss growls. [[Try to apologize]]

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[[Краткий инвестигейшн, но потом надо что-то другое]]

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A bomb filled with ecstasy explodes inside your head, and you nearly lose consciousness - and then have a strange feeling. Your mind now feels clear and enlightened, and you are just watching from the side your body falling to the floor, crying into the ballgag and shaking with orgasm. Stephanie kneels down near you with a worried look in her eyes - but then she understands what’s going on, and her look changes into admiring. She waits until you calm down, still lying on the floor, and then gently caresses you with her hand. [[Listen to her murmur]]

Well, it’s nice of her to invite you, But you already got your climax and feel a bit tired now. You shrug your shoulders timidly, and Stephanie understands you. “Okay, we’ll make it some other time, I’m sure. And now you know where to find me, sweety - here, near these marvelous ropes and chains…” She hugs you goodbye, and you [[go away along the shelves]].

So what should you do to make this fit guy look at you? You could, like, throw something on the floor. Maybe, even break something fragile. But that’s not sexy. And then you see a shelf with Chupa-Chups, and it gives you a nasty idea… You take one lollipop from the shelf and come closer to the guard. A bit closer. A bit more… Now he (you see guard’s bage: his name is Chris) sees you in all your dirty glory: handcuffed, ballgagged… holding Chupa-Chups in your hand. <img src="Pics/Chupa1.png"> Why would you need a candy, when your mouth is sealed? But it’s not for your mouth. You take a deep breath through your gag. Ready? Looking right into the guard’s eyes, you unwrap the lollipop… and then slowly [[stuff it into your vagina]].

Nope, you feel really tired after all these encounters in the hypermarket. Sorry, mister handsome guard, we won't meet today. Maybe tomorrow... And now - you leave the hypermarket to walk a bit and to [[refresh yourself with a city air]].

And so you are in the street again - bound and ready for anything. A policeman walks by. He gazes at you, but doesn't say anything. <img src="Pics/police1.png"> Well, you didn't violate any laws. But if you do, maybe you'll meet him or his colleagues. So where will you go now? [[To the hypermarket]] [[To a bank]]

Chris the guardian looks at you amazed. You are right, man, what a crazy bitch there is! And the crazy bitch feels wonderful. The lollipop is a bit sticky, so tightening your inner muscles (oh, you learned to pump them well) you can even hold the candy inside. You pass by the obviously impressed guard towards the exit. Come on, Chris, wouldn’t you stop me? Are you SO impressed, honey? Unbothered, you get to the cashier’s desk and see a big queue, and the last customer standing in it is the same old lady that grouched at you about your slutty look. But the queue is not for you. You are going to keep this candy inside you and leave the hypermarket. Yeah, it's that easy! Fortunately, Chris won’t let you do it. “Hey miss, please stop” - you hear his voice beside you. What can you do as an obedient slave girl? Of course, you [[stop and turn around]].

Chris makes several steps away, But you want to act stubborn, so you just stay and look at him, not going anywhere. Chris gets it really quickly, and it makes him angrier. “Don’t wanna go anywhere, miss?” You nod. “So I’ll inspect you right here. That’s what you want?” Right here, in front of all these people? Yeah, that would be nice… if you dare. “Don’t worry, miss, I coped with many thieves. I won’t hesitate to do it with you” Do WHAT, mister guard? - you [[smile inside]].

[[Тут она мб угрожает, шепчет тебе на ухо, что сделает с тобой, если ты не признаешься. И тебе это нравится. Либо даёшь ей свой адрес, либо узнаёшь её. Или она назначает встречу в нейтральном месте]]

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[[Идёшь с ним на болуинг]] [[Прощаешься, идёшь в город]]

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“Seems that you stole something, miss” - says Chris. Hypermarket’s customers in the queue look at you with an obvious interest. Hmm, so this freak is a criminal? According to her look, she is tempting to be punished... Only the old lady glances at you with visible disgust. Me? Stole something? What nonsense! Gagged, you can’t defend yourself with words, so you just act genuinely surprised. But Chris doesn’t fall for it. “I must inspect you, miss. Please come with me to some… appropriate place" **Follow him obediently** **(The path is under construction)** [[And if you won’t, what will he do?]]

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Chris doesn’t waste time and puts his hands on you. You feel his strict palms on your shoulders… arms… on your boobs. Hey, mister guard. It’s very nice. But you know, that the lollipop isn’t there. So why won’t you?... Hell yeah. Chris finally puts his hand between your legs. You moan, and several male customers make a step closer to see everything. Yeah, look at this, guys, the slut is inspected just before your eyes. Chris takes a moment to play with your clitoris, making you shiver… and then takes the candy out your vagina. Too fast, man! “As i said, miss, you are a thief. And your penalty will be 50 000”. What?! It can’t be THAT much! You [[look at Chris frightened]]

Chris is not joking for sure. “And what did you expect, miss?” - he asks frankly, - “You did spoil not just this poor candy, but our hypermarket’s reputation!” You… you don’t know what you expected, but not this. You just wanted to get his attention… maybe tease him a bit. And now you are totally doomed. Where will you find such money? Seems it all is written on your face, because the grumpy old lady, who was standing in the queue near you, suddenly coughs: “Ahem, Chris? I think this young lady doesn’t have this sum”. “But that’s her problem, mrs...:” “Mrs Bancroft it is. And yes, I know it’s her problem. And she is such a bad-behaved girl to get into it” Her strict tone makes you blush. You [[feel like a schoolgirl before the punishment]]. And this feeling… is quite pleasant for you.

And Mrs Bancroft continues. “I’m not a rich woman, otherwise I wouldn’t visit your dirty dime-store…” Such a nice woman… “... but I have some savings. And I can pay this girl’s debt” What? Mrs. Bancroft (wow, you already learned her name? Good girl!) really wants to save your ass by spending all her money? A warm feeling fills you up. You suddenly feel safe and protected… like a young girl near her granny. “... and of course, I will make sure she will never do anything stupid again” - she tells, suddenly looking deep into your eyes. And this look makes you shiver. “Not that you have much choice, miss, but what would you say about it?” - Chris asks you. You are [[ready to answer]], but then...

“Hey, guys, let’s be gentlemen and save the young lady!” - a man in a bright orange worker vest says. A three days' beard, a construction cap in his hand… and a savage look. Not really your type of man, but… … but when he has two friends standing near him in the queue… And they are tall construction workers in dirty orange vests too… Well... “Yeah, we can split her… I mean, the sum… and help the poor girl” - the second worker says, and they all laugh, undressing you with their looks. Well, these men surely are the ones that “well-behaved girls” shouldn’t talk to. So Mrs Bancroft won’t give you away so easily. “Young men, weren’t you taught not to interrupt the elders?” - she says. “Relax, you old perv. I think this who… young lady knows what is better for her. And we can give it to her… Three times more” Wow, the situation got explosive. You feel like a sheep between two (or even four) wolves. And to avoid the hypermarket massacre, you must choose fast. **Choose Mrs Bancroft** **(The path is under construction)** **Choose the workers** **(The path is under construction)** [[No, you don’t want any of them ]]

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Трахнут тебе втроём в вэне потом либо выкинут тебе обкончанную на улицу либо едешь с ними, на стройку там тебя любят по всякому трахать и привязывать подумать, насколько подробно это описать хотя вообще тянет на отдельную большую локацию, по которой хочется побродить отдельно, без обязательств однажды приезжают мафиози и замуровывают в стену девушек ну и ты можешь попытаться скрыться, попробовать спасти девушек, или просто стоять дрочить - и тебя поймают

You weigh up the pros and cons, old grannys and savage wolves… and you don’t want to pick any of them. So you just approach Chris to see his disappointed look. It could all be so easy for him… “So you don’t want any help, miss?” - he asks. You shake your head. “And… you don’t have the money?” Nope. You shake your head again. “Well… then I’ll take you to the hypermarket’s head manager. She will decide what to do with you” - Chris says nervously. Wait, is he afraid of her? “Follow me” - the guardian says, [[and you obey]].

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“Well, yes. Seems you were telling the truth, miss” - says Sterling, looking at your pussy juices-soaking device in his hand - “It surely is a vibro-egg. I know this type” Wow, Officer Sterling, you are full of surprises… So how about you put this “type” back inside me and finger me till I orgasm?... “And please accept my apologies. But you know, security first”. Yes, Officer, I love security… especially being securely bound… Well, yes, your thoughts seem to be seriously affected by this denied orgasm. But you NEED it. [[You NEED to cum right now!]]

Becky cuts your blouse with a stationery knife! <img src="Pics/knife2.png"> That’s too late to protest, but losing one of your clothes feels uncomfortable. You mumble through your gag, but she doesn’t care. "Shhh, Peach! You won’t need it anymore". Okay, that was your decision to come here and confide in this woman. So yeah, you try to calm down and don’t regret losing your blouse. Especially when you have more interesting things to do. Oh yeah, by the way, what are the things you came here for? "So, Peach, do you know why you are here?" - she whispers into your ear from behind. You [[shake your head negatively]]

Her Magic Wand looks like the one you have at home, but bigger and… mightier? "Paragraph 4.4. Food products must be stored in suitable conditions. So I think this little Peach should be… entertained for hours she'll be kept in this storage". Many hours? But you thought that… BZZZZZZZ… Becky attaches the head of Magic Wand to your crotch and… and… it becomes harder… to think. You just move your hips toward... this vibrating pleasure... to feel it deeper, harder, please… <img src="Pics/wand1.png"> But Becky suddenly turns it off. "Whoa whoa whoa, easy, girl. I didn’t even finish wrapping you". You [[moan in disappointment]]...

What the hell! This gorgeous bossy woman sits on your face, a Magic Wand buzzes on your crotch, and it’s.. it’s impossible not to cum! "I only have high-quality goods in my warehouse. Not bitches desperate to cum, but Peaches who cum when I say so". It feels weird and… very arousing. Her words just make your climax closer! "So there are two ways. You can cum now, and then I cut this wrap and let you go. Or - you can hold your climax back, and I will keep you with me. What do you choose?" That’s unfair… so fucking unfair… the only thing you want now is to cum. To bury your nose and tongue in her pussy, to inbreathe her scent and… no-no-no! You are cumming!... You can [[try to hold back]] or just [[get your climax now]]!

"Nice work, Peach. I’ll keep you" - Becky tells coolly, while dressing. Is that all she can tell? You just missed out on your climax because she told you to do so! You feel like a used whore, but you haven’t even been paid. To be honest, there’s something arousing in it for you, but… … she quickly leans toward you and kisses your lips, still wet with her juices. "Don’t worry, little Peach, you’ll have your happy ending later. But I‘m in charge here, and you are pleasing me. You are the hypermarket’s property after all, do you remember it?" [[You do]].

What if somebody came in? You would be completely at his or her mercy. This tight mummification-bondage makes it impossible for you even to crawl away. You don’t want to get hurt, so it would be better not to resist. If some stranger wanted to fuck you, you would be at his service, calm and obedient. He would just have to cut the wrap near your pussy… or mouth… or ass… everything for you, Mister Stranger. No foreplay needed, Mister Stranger - just insert your dick into me, I am already wet. You really are, but that doesn’t help - you can’t cum with a Magic Wand turned off… or can you? You [[turn over on your belly]]...

"Oh, you shouldn’t be afraid. This is my domain, and I won’t let anyone hurt you… this privilege is mine". An improvised panties-gag in your mouth doesn’t let you smile, but deep inside you are smiling with joy and pride - your Mistress is there for you, and she will protect you. Becky reaches the end of the warehouse, opens a big door to the trading floor and lets you forward. Looks like sometimes you are her Lady, not just a juicy fruit. [[Go inside]].

"Hey, little Peach. I know you earned your orgasm. But before that… let’s play a game called “The lost Peach”. The rules are very simple: slave hides, Mistress seeks. And if I find you… when I find you… you will be properly whipped". <img src="Pics/whip1.png"> That sounds a bit scary, and you freeze for a few seconds. "So what are you waiting for? I will close my eyes and count to 20… and you should be well hidden before it". Do you really want it? And does she even want to know your opinion? Suddenly you feel helpless, and your knees weaken... your legs are the only thing that isn’t tightly wrapped by Becky, who closes her eyes at this very moment. -One… Two... [[Run]]!

There are just 3 feet before you crawl to the central passage. 2 feet… 1 foot… This is it. You get out to the central passage and immediately see Becky. She looks wonderful in her moonlit blue uniform. So you do the only thing you should do. Kneeled, you bow your head to the ground before your Mistress and [[wait for anything that she’ll do to you]].

And the first thing that approaches your spreaded legs is a cucumber. A green, 20 centimeters long, beautiful cucumber. You imagine your Mistress putting it inside your pussy, and it moistens from inside. "This one is going into your ass". <img src="Pics/cucumber1.png"> If not for your panties-gag, you would choke on surprise. Your ass? But isn’t this cucumber too big...? "Hey lady, I won’t wait here for a whole night. Do your job!" You [[look at Becky with a fear in your eyes]].

"Still I want to reward your eagerness. So yes, I allow you to wear my panties on your face". That’s all you wanted. She takes the panties, still wet and crumpled from being in your mouth, and puts it on your head, so the most tasty part of panties, still smelling with her sex, covers your eyes and nose. Mmm, what a flavor... "Hey, you look pretty wearing it", - tells Becky, and your face suddenly blushes under her panties. - "But it’s time to get back to work. An apple, do you remember?" Of course you do. Your mouth is free now, so you [[open it wide]]

And that's when the true magic starts. Becky puts a condom on a banana and penetrates you with it. You moan into the apple, trying to hold it with your teeth, but it’s not easy when your whole body trembles with pure joy. Then she replaces a banana inside you with a wine bottle, so chill and nice… Becky’s panties on your face prevents you from seeing anything, so you get lost in pure senses, pure pleasure, pure happiness… And finally she picks the zucchini and literally rapes you with it - so big, so thick, so wonderful… yes, I’m a good cashier, have a nice shopping, ouch, mmm, yes, enjoy our ass… assortment... please, faster! Please! Please! Aaaah! <img src="Pics/zucch1.png"> Totally exhausted, you lie on a rubber belt, a cucumber is still stuffed into your ass, but the apple isn’t in your mouth anymore, you spit it out while orgasming, and you should be punished for it, but it’ll be later, and now… you need to [[sleep a bit]]…

"Look, I work a lot and spend a lot of time here. But I would like to see you often. So here is a deal: you work here as a cashier… I mean in daytime, like a real cashier. And at night we can play some games..." You haven’t ever thought about becoming a cashier. You have a bachelor’s degree, by the way! "I know that a cashier’s work isn’t an ultimate dream. But I think it can be an interesting experience for a slave you are. Some dull work in a low position can make you more obedient… more submissive… isn’t that what you want?" Yes, it’s what you wanted… but not how you imagined it. But if it’s the best way to be with Becky, maybe it’s worth it? What will you do? [[Accept Becky’s offer]] or [[reject it]]?

They were very surprised with your decision. What’s the matter? Did you get a more profitable offer from the competitors? Are you starting your own business? Maybe you are going on a trip around the world? You weren’t going to tell them the truth, but suddenly this idea looked very funny. So yes, you told them that from now on you’ll work as a simple cashier in some hypermarket. With a salary that is 5 times less than the one you had. And that you’re doing it to be closer to your Mistress, that works there. You [[left office]] smiling at their shocked faces. And that was totally worth it.

But you still can’t understand what’s going on, so she explains: you don’t need to talk to customers. Hypermarket’s rules allow hiring mute persons as cashiers. Acting as a mute sounds a bit weird, but… it makes your mouth Becky’s laundry-basket for whole days! Isn’t it wonderful? So this is your new life, and you learn to love it. Every morning Becky puts new panties in your mouth. Sometimes they are wet from her juices, but if you misbehave, they can be soaked with her urine. But whatever it is, you eagerly stuff them into your mouth, put on your uniform and [[go to the cash desk]].

Sometimes during the workday you imagine how Becky will fuck you later with this barcode reader… or make you crawl naked across the hypermarket… or even tie you naked to the shelves early in the morning, several minutes before hypermarket is open, so you’ll have to untie yourself until first customers come… These thoughts make you moan, and customers lookat you surprised, but you don’t care. You keep sucking Becky’s juices from her panties in your mouth. But most of the day you are just working, hypnotized with the dull rhythm: beep goods with a barcode reader, take money, give back change, beep goods with a barcode reader, take money, give back change… Goods, goods, goods… all you see are thousands of goods. You are slowly becoming one of them. You have your price, it’s your salary. It’s not big, because you are cheap, and you like it. A cheap slave of hypermarket. Day by day this place becomes your home, and you - you become the best of its goods. **THE END** Want to try another choice? [[Play again!|Willingly]] Or use a shortcut to: [[hypermarket|To the hypermarket]] / [[meeting Becky|you see someone else...]] / [[hide-and-seek with Becky|catch your breath]] If you have your own ideas for new locations, I'll be glad to hear about them! And of course, stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

There is a coffee-to-go point near you. Every day a man behind the stand makes coffee for customers. So there must be enough space behind this stand for you to hide. And then you have another idea, inspired by old fantastic movies. You could take something not-so-big, like a jar of pickles… yeah, this jar of pickles - and throw it somewhere far away, so Becky hears this sound and thinks you are somewhere near another row. What will you do? [[Hide behind the coffee stand]] [[Throw a jar]]

"So what do I have here? My property, my runaway slave, left me and broke some hypermarket’s goods. Slave must be punished for this. What do you think, Peach?" You moan something like “Yymmrs mfstrss”, but Becky suddenly whips your ass with her cord. Mmmph, that hurts! "I don’t need your opinion, slave! I decide your fate, not you. I should help you to learn this lesson. [[Get up and face the shelf]]!"

Whack! Ouch.. here comes the first one. "One", - counts Becky. Wham! The second one… "One", - counts Becky. Hey, it should be “two”! WHACK! This one hurts a lot, and you [[whine into your gag]].

"You want me to fuck you hard? - she asks, and you nod. - "Want me to penetrate this dirty hole? To rape my naughty slave?" - she continues, gathering the speed of her strap-on going in and out your spreaded pussy, - "To knock this whore off? To ride this slut who came to me willingly?" Yes. Yes. Yes. - that’s the only thing you can tell. Her strap-on goes so deep it feels like it’s knocking not only your pussy, but your brain too, making you absolutely crazy. Yes. yes. YEEEEEEEEES!! You don’t remember what happened after your climax. But several hours before, while dreaming about unicorns who have strap-ons on their heads instead of horns, you suddenly hear the ring of an alarm clock... [[Wake up!]]

Why couldn’t you live a normal life without this bare-ass jogging, cruel butches and crazy tests? Oh yes. Because it’s what you were dreaming of. But how can Becky be not sure of your loyalty after this night? Should you obey her again or are you over it? What will you do? [[Obey and go to the warehouse]] [[Get dressed]]

"Your whole generation is such a waste! You did nothing, you just fuck and use drugs! This is me and my generation who built the world you live in, you ungrateful sluts! You must kiss my feet!" "Yeah, I’d like to thank you for what you did…" "Are you deaf? I said, kiss my feet!" Is she crazy? Does she really mean you should kiss her feet? Yeah, you like kissing feet, but she… she isn’t even sexy! She is old! "Kiss my feet or I’ll call for security!" Okay, this crazy old lady is serious. And you don’t need any extra attention to your nude person… [[Kiss her shoes]]

Luckily, in several moments a man leaves off, but he manages to slap your butt before. No, it’s not a humiliation I wanted, you think, feeling his hand on your ass-cheek, seeing lusty sights of other customers, hearing dirty shouts of employees in the warehouse. It’s not what I deserve. It’s not a game I want to play. It’s.... … it’s totally worth it. Because after that you see the Mistress waiting for you in the small room of the warehouse. "Welcome back", - your beautiful Mistress says with the kindest of her smiles, - "Now I see: you are the one I was looking for". This is so romantic, that [[you even shed a tear]].

But Mistress doesn’t give you enough time to cry: she collars you with an improvised slave collar made from black tape and then fucks you into oblivion. <img src="Pics/collar1.png"> But if you would think that she won’t ever leave you bound in the hypermarket since that day, you are wrong. Because this has become one of her favorite games. Some days she just ties you naked to the shelves early in the morning, several minutes before the hypermarket is open, so you’ll have to untie yourself until the first customers come… And you do - you extricate yourself from bondage, and then run across the trading floor to your Mistress, followed by surprised customers’ sights. Bound, ashamed, humiliated. Happy to come back to your Mistress. Every time. **THE END** There are other paths to go - [[try them all|Willingly]]! Or use a shortcut to: [[hypermarket|To the hypermarket]] / [[meeting Becky|you see someone else...]] / [[hide-and-seek with Becky|catch your breath]] I will add many more paths - just stay tuned! <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

Oh no, she did find you… You are ready to surrender and give yourself to a cruel Mistress, but… "Dirty girl! Where are you then?" - she says, and then her footsteps recede. Woohoo! It was a false alarm! She must have thought she found you somewhere, but she didn’t - you are really good at hiding, aren’t you? That's why you are still safe and… wet? What is it? Suddenly you feel really wet, like if someone is pouring some liquid on you… [[Observe]]

But she doesn’t have that electric cord anymore. She is holding another box of juice, and when you reach her and kneel before her feet, she pours the sweet liquid on you. You flinch and try to dodge, but she returns you to your place with the only move of her foot. "Stay where you are, slave. I want you sweet and wet, like a real Peach". So you [[kneel before your tormentor]], and she pours and pours this juice on you.

Shit! You NEED this orgasm. You want to cum with your Mistress finally! "… but I can let you fuck yourself… with my shoe". And at that moment you finally realize your place. Here, sticky and wet, at the feet of your Goddess. She can let you cum. And can forbid it too. So if she lets you cum using her shoe, that’s the only thing you should do. [[Rub against Becky’s shoe]]

"I want you to remember this moment. The moment, when you became nothing but a filth on my shoe". Oh, please keep saying that. These cruel words sound like music for your fevered, near-orgasmic mind. "And now cum. Cum by sitting your dirty pussy on my shoe". The wave of pleasure is coming… it is near… but your Mistress doesn't want to wait. "I said [[cum now]], or I’ll stuff this shoe into your ass!"

Aaaaah! Yes, yes, yes, that would be perfect, that would be… be… an orgasm! Your whole body shakes, and you fall into the puddle of juice on the dirty floor, pathetic, shaking and moaning… for your Mistress. "Okay, that was fine. Not perfect, you still need practice. I think I’ll present you my shoe so you can fuck yourself with it to get more experienced". You haven’t still returned from your orgasm-land, so Becky’s voice seems to come from somewhere far away. But then you feel a cold liquid on your skin… again! Opening your eyes, you see Becky pouring water from the bottle on you. "Hey, it’s not the time to lie on your back! The hypermarket is opening soon! [[Get up and wipe off this mess]]!"

"Hello, sweetie!" - he says and brassily touches your exposed breast. You moan in anger and struggle to avoid this contact, but you are securely bound and therefore immobile. So the disgusting man continues grabbing your tits. "At first, I thought my ears were playing tricks on me. But you know, the manly man always knows when a woman moans for real” - he grins and runs his hand down your body. Oh please, could Becky just forget something and come back here? “To be honest, I’m the hypermarket’s CCTV camera operator and shouldn’t be in this part of the warehouse. But sometimes I like to watch this dumb butch Becky through the cameras. And in the morning she left this room with such a happy face I couldn’t help but look into it. And I got lucky!” Oh crap. You [[feel so fucking trapped now]].

"I see you are not so dumb, sweetie. That's nothing wrong to take just one cock in your pretty mouth. Especially a handsome cock like mine". <img src="Pics/ron1.png"> He unzips his pants, and you see an average-sized dick, already erected and aimed at you. It looks… normal. Not so scary at all. But then you [[breath in]]...

"Don’t be afraid, sweetie! Just one cock - and you’ll be free! Now get to work!" Ron lifts you easily from the floor and kneels you down, then stands in front of you, so his stinky member is several inches from your mouth. Oh, if only Becky would come and save you! But she must be busy somewhere in the hypermarket and won’t be back until the end of the day. And you bet Ron knows it too. "What are you waiting for, bitch?" - he says, and slaps your cheek with his dick. And when this disgusting piece of meat touches you, you realize that you have no other options to get rid of it than to [[suck it]].

Yes, this is you now. A fuck-meat, a wet hole, always ready to serve… to suck… to lick balls… it doesn’t matter that he isn’t washing them, because your tongue can clean them really good… oh, the man trembles, he likes what you do… but you can do better, you can suck these balls… look at yourself, bound and naked, holding men’s testicles in your mouth… how disgraceful, how arousing, how… oh, he wants to put his cock in your mouth again… okay, my mouth is always ready for… a warm flow of cum! Ron moans and erupts his stinky semen into your mouth, and you, driven mad by this humiliating facefuck, just [[swallow his cum]] without pausing to think.

"But of course, if you don’t want, I won’t fuck you" Phew, he has some mercy! "But then I’ll have to tell about you and Becky to the hypermarket’s owner. And I don’t think your dykefriend will keep her job after that". Screw you, bastard! "So you have two options, sweetie. I can gag you now like you were before, and we’ll keep our little everyday affair a secret. Or you can tell Becky how you sucked me dry, and she’ll lose her job. What would you choose?" [[Tell him to fuck off]] [[Ask Ron to gag you]]

"The taste of my cum will follow you for a very long time, whore. That will help you to know your place. And now… what do you dykes do with this tape?" He cuts a piece of tape with a knife and seals your lips with it. "I think that’ll do. Okay, see you tomorrow and don’t forget that I have a videotape that could ruin your lover’s career". Then he goes away, leaving you alone in your room, with his cum in your mouth. [[And that’s how your new life starts]].

Every night you have fun with Becky in the hypermarket. She teases, bounds, fucks and even kisses you. Your Goddess. Your Mistress. Your Lover. But every noon, when you lie bound in a little warehouse room trying to sleep after restless night, Ron comes and fucks your mouth. Your Daylight Monster. Your Dirty Fucker. Your… your Lover? Day by day, you start to get used to getting used by him. He treats you like a stupid slut that can serve only as a hole … and sometimes you think that he is right. Who are you but a slut, cheating her Mistress with some ugly bastard? Who are you but a hole, starting to get aroused by it? And why does he still use only one of your holes? So one day you [[ask Ron to fuck your pussy]]

"I have a room here. With all these monitors from security cams and other staff, you know. It’s all mine for my work shifts… every other day, 1/1. So I’d like to have a fuckmeat like you there, to entertain me during work. And when it’s not my shift, you can just wait for me in my locker there… it’s pretty roomy". Wait, is he proposing you to leave Becky and become his live-in slave? Not even slave, but someone lower… cheaper… dirtier. A fuckhole that obediently waits for her owner in a metal locker box, and then comes out to please him in every way he wants? [[Wow, that even sounds crazy. But maybe that’s what you deserve?]]

"So sweetie, this is the only time you should use your stupid slutty head for thinking. And if you say yes, it will be the last time in your life you make any decision. Because my slut can’t have any rights. So what do you think?" Say yes? Or say no? You can’t do any of this, because your mouth is gagged with his underpants that intoxicate you with Ron’s taste and scent. What will you do? [[Nod assent to Ron]] [[Make a sign of negation]]

Ron snorts. "Fuck you, slut! A worthy man made you an offer, and you… What a whore! You want to have both my dick and that dyke’s pussy? Well then…" He glares down upon you with the utmost contempt. "I could tell Becky the truth and watch her showing you the door. But I have some mercy for stupid whores like you. See you tomorrow. Don't go anywhere, haha". Yeah, you can't go anywhere. You are the slave of this room, of your Mistress, of this creepy bastard. And all you can do is just [[waiting for him to come back]].

"Did you get it? That’s what a fucking with a real man looks like!" So that’s his plan: he wants to break you. Since that day he regularly comes into your room to rape all your holes. To spank you and pinch your nipples. To piss into your throat. To cuntbust you. What does he want from you, to cry “Please, I can’t take it anymore, stop it and I’ll be yours”? Or to beg “Please, sir, don’t stop torturing me, take me as your fuckmeat”? [[Hell no]].

Whatever Ron wants, he doesn’t get it. You stand all these sticks and stones, all rapes and slaps. And you cum on his cock countless times - but it’s because you dream about Becky. You dream of the next night, when she does exactly the same things as Ron does - but she does it with love. That’s why everytime Ron fills your ass with his stinky semen, you repeat to yourself that you are doing it for Becky, so she can keep her favorite job and be happy. And fucking with this bastard Ron isn’t even the biggest thing you could do for your Mistress. If it isn’t love, then what the hell is love? **THE END** Explore different ways to love, [[walk other paths from the start|Willingly]]! Or use a shortcut to: [[hypermarket|To the hypermarket]] / [[meeting Becky|you see someone else...]] / [[hide-and-seek with Becky|catch your breath]] / [[meeting Ron|start thinking about her well-fit ass]] / [[after you sucked Ron|feel your own cold sweat under the layers of transparent tape around your body]] Stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

You start panicking a bit, and the only thing that makes you calmer is a scent of Ron’s sperm, still trapped in your mouth by his trousers. Suddenly you don’t want to lose this stinky dirty scent. And you don’t, because Ron gets back, carrying a big cardboard box. He puts the box on the floor and nods at it. "Climb in, pussy, it’s time to move". [[Crawl to the box]]

You are his fuckhole. His cumhole. His spithole. And even his pisshole. No, he isn’t a watersports fetishist. But sometimes Ron is too lazy to go to the WC. So he orders you to kneel, open your mouth and drink his warm urina. And if you miss a single drop and it falls on the floor, you lick the dirty laminate - and Ron even doesn’t force you to do it. You do it willingly, cause that’s what good bad sluts do. But when Ron isn’t fucking you, this room becomes the dullest place in the world. There’s nothing to do here. No books, no music, no good talk. Just sitting under the table, getting fucked or watching customers on security screens. All this, you feel, makes you dumber everyday. You don’t even ponder or dream anymore. Your mind slowly becomes clearer, with just two thoughts: “fuck” or “wait for being fucked”. And when it’s not Ron’s work shift, [[only one of these thoughts remains]].

During his days off Ron keeps you in his locker. It is spacious enough for you to stand at attention and totally bound. Ron knows you won’t try to escape. You know it too - you are a broken sextoy and have nowhere to go. But he thinks that a slut should be bound while her master is away. And you agree with him. So he leaves you bound in this locker with bottles of water and nutritious cocktails, connected to your mouth with tubes, and one more bottle and a tube for your piss. If Ron is in a good mood, he adds his cum to your nutritious cocktail, so you can enjoy your favorite taste all day long. And you [[really feel grateful for this little present]].

But when Ron is angry or just bored, he switches tubes, so instead of water you drink your own piss. And you? You feel grateful for it too. In fact, you feel grateful for everything your owner does for you, cause that’s how he cares about you. How did you get into this state of mind? You can’t tell, cause now it seems your head always was clear of thoughts. But if you could search your memory, [[you would remember how Ron bound you in his locker for the first time]].

He put an old mp3 player into your panties and stuffed some headphones into your ears, and then locked the door, leaving you in darkness, with just his voice coming from headphones. He keeps doing it every time he locks you, and these words you hear are slowly transforming you. "Stand still, you stupid whore", - tells Ron’s voice in your head, - "Stand still and listen to what I recorded for you. You should appreciate that I did it for such a whore. Because you are not worth it. You are nothing for me. A dirt under my feet. A filthy slut. A bed faggot. Now [[repeat it]]".

Your mouth is stuffed with tubes and wrapped with a cloth strip, so you can only moan, but in your mind you repeat every his word: “I’m a bed faggot. A frat mat. My place is at Master’s feet. Or on his cock, if he wants” But that’s YOU who want it. Desperately. You moan, and cry, and try to rub your crotch against the walls of the locker, but it doesn’t help. So you just stand still and listen to Ron’s words for hours. But [[you hope to hear something else]].

You hope to hear the room’s door opening, and Ron’s voice greeting his rotational partner. To hear Ron locking the room’s door from inside, and then taking off his coat and jeans. And then he would finally open the locker and release you from the gag. “Here you are, slut. Missed me?” - he’d ask you, and you’d reply immediately: “Yes, sir. Your dirty frat mat missed you very much”. Then he’d undress and take his hypermarket’s uniform from the locker. But before he'd close the locker again to tease you before fucking, he would - oh, that’s what you look forward the most - he would took off the dirty trousers he was wearing all his day-off long, and put them on your face. And then you’d drown in his scents of sweat, piss, cum… and that would finally make you calm. Everything’s fine. Your Owner is here. For the next twenty-four hours your life has a sense again. **THE END** Whoa, that was intense. But if you want more, you can [[try again|Willingly]]. Or use a shortcut to: [[hypermarket|To the hypermarket]] / [[meeting Becky|you see someone else...]] / [[hide-and-seek with Becky|catch your breath]] / [[meeting Ron|start thinking about her well-fit ass]] / [[after you sucked Ron|feel your own cold sweat under the layers of transparent tape around your body]] Stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

But luckily it is Becky, and she looks strangely calm. "I quit this job tomorrow. And you… you should be punished for disobeying my order. Cause you’re my slave and must obey everything I tell you... aren’t you?" So this is it now. Your chance to stay with your Mistress and be forgiven. That’s the only thing you want. So you just say what a devoted slave should say. [[Ask Mistress to punish you]].

"I’m so sorry Mistress that you lost your job because of me..." But Becky looks at you with a sudden smile. "Because of you? No, darling. Nobody here cares about me having some fun. I quit voluntarily. And that was just after I’ve beaten the crap out of this bastard," - Becky tells, rubbing her fists, which - you just noticed - have knocked down knuckles. Oh, she is truly a Goddess. And you are very lucky to be under her shoe. Thinking so, you finally doze off, and sleep until the next morning, when some strange noises interrupt your dream. [[Wake up]].

"Good morning, Mistress". "Morning, Peach". "Excuse me, Mistress, but… aren’t you gonna punish me? Please?" Becky glances at you - and she looks pleased with your question. "Glad you asked. Don’t worry. THIS is your punishment". "Like, helping you to move things?" - you didn’t get what she meant. "No, silly. Being the thing that is moved. Now [[get up]]".

"No, you shouldn’t. I want everyone to see my property perfectly exposed. And don’t forget - this is your punishment". So she wants dozens of men and women to see you bound, naked and moved like a thing? That’s not what you wanted, to tell the truth. But if it’s the only way to get to your new home, you’ll do it. [[Hop on the platform]].

"Always ready to cum, slutty?" - asks Becky with a smile. "Yes… Mistress… please… can I?" "No, you are not. Save yourself until we go", - your cruel Mistress answers and turns off the egg. Hell, it was so close!... But at least now you can [[stand calm]], while Mistress wraps your body.

"Such a panties-eater you are, Peach! But I can’t refuse you..." Becky heads to one of the boxes. "Where are they?... Oh, look at these!" - she says, showing you several panties, - "These ones are quite dirty. While we are moving, I want you to wash them in your mouth. How much can you cope with? One, two?" "I’d try as many as I can, Mistress". "Challenge accepted…" [[Open your mouth]]!

And she does, and after she puts the third pair of panties inside, your mouth feels as if torn from inside. Only one piece of cloth doesn’t fit in, sticking up and making it obvious for anybody what your mouth is stuffed with. "You look good, Peach", - your Mistress says, looking at you with a proprietary interest in her eyes, - "But remember, I want my panties clean when we arrive home, or I’ll make you wash them again and again". [[Sorry, Mistress - you think - that doesn’t sound like a threat, but like a promise of pure... or dirty joy]].

"Okay, not we should fasten you…" - tells Becky, and slowly wraps you to the cold metal back of the trolley, enjoying every turnover. Then Becky looks around the room, like if saying goodbye to this place before opening the door to the big warehouse.. "That was a pretty good place to work, but it’s time to move further. Luckily I have something to move out of here" - She tells looking at you. - "So are you ready, Peach, to make this step with me?" [[Tell her you are ready]].

“Now that’s a slut” - eyes of 50 y.o man tell. “What a pity Ron didn’t tell me about her. I could pay a visit to this whore…” - that’s what his bearded colleague thinks. “If only I could be at her place...” - tells the look of a young woman. <img src="Pics/workers1.png"> These thoughts feel like strangers’ hands on your naked body, grabbing you brusquely, making you feel… good. They envy Becky, and you feel proud of it. "Taking your belongings with you, Beck?" - smiles a handsome man in a white shirt under his uniform. [[You get his obviously interested look]].

"Yeah, Dave. You know, only the most necessary ones", - answers Becky, making you blush. - "Okay, take care, guys, and don’t forget to wrap all products appropriately tight!" Accompanied by workers' laughter, you leave the hypermarket through the employees' entrance… but there’s no van or other car waiting for you there. "You know, Peach, I decided to walk home on foot. We haven’t ever walked together, and I thought that would be nice". A walk? Through the whole city? But it’s not the same as riding through the warehouse gazed by several hypermarket workers... You [[moan in protest]].

And while relaxing between climaxes, you remember how you walked here several days ago, bound and gagged, in desperate search of someone to enslave you. And now look at you - totally naked, totally bound, totally happy. But when a policeman stops you, for several moments you feel insecure again. How will Becky explain this situation to him? Yeah, you are her slave, but people can’t own women in real life, like, legally speaking. But Becky doesn’t look confused. “She is my lover. My girlfriend. And that’s how we love to play” - she says easily, and you just nod, confirming her words. And maybe then the policeman did fine Becky after all, but you missed it, swept away by the next wave of climax. A girlfriend… she called you her girlfriend… [[And that’s who you are for her from that day]].

You spend a week or so just making love in every possible way. She bounds, tapes, whips... you lick, suck, moan… and you both kiss, fuck and watch Netflix after. If there is a heaven on Earth, it’s located in a little flat on Hamilton avenue. And what about the job? Becky didn’t get a new one - she got a bank loan and opened her own little neighborhood store instead. She manages it, and sales are up. And you are helping her at the store… and in its little dark storeroom. Because during her lunch break Becky loves to come there and enjoy her juicy, tasty, sweet Peach. **THE END** If you like this story - spread the word about it! And if you want to try other paths - [[start from the scratch|Willingly]]! Or use a shortcut to: [[hypermarket|To the hypermarket]] / [[meeting Becky|you see someone else...]] / [[hide-and-seek with Becky|catch your breath]] / [[meeting Ron|start thinking about her well-fit ass]] Stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

Yes, just a mindless thing that should be packaged and put onto the shelf with a price tag on it. Here you would wait obediently for someone to find you and prosily inspect your body - and if your quality was good enough, you would be taken home to be used. Your dreams are interrupted by a snuffy look of an old lady with a shopping cart full of vegetables. <img src="Pics/cart2.png"> Yep, don’t forget that you are ball-gagged and handcuffed here, in the middle of a hypermarket… but that really makes you one step closer to becoming a thing. So you go back to your thoughts. How would it feel to be one of these goods? Standing here, maybe even on your knees, with a price tag on your tits? [[Give it a try]]

"A brave little Peach… I could keep you". A wave of joy overflows you, but you make yourself to calm and behave as a good slave, remaining kneeled and bowed. Becky comes closer to you, and you see her foot in black shoe near your head. The whole situation and Becky’s voice make you even hornier than you were, and you [[try to kiss her feet]]

You see a short- and dark-haired woman in her late 30s, almost no make-up, dressed in hypermarket’s blue uniform. She heads right to you and seems angry. “Becky”, says a badge on her B cup breast, but this nice name doesn’t really fits her face of tough butch. <img src="Pics/becky1.png"> "Hey, miss, this is a price tag for our goods" - she says with her deep voice that gives you a little pleasant shiver, - "Unless you are on sale, please remove this tag". What will Superior Becky do with you if you keep this tag on you? There’s only one way to learn… But do you really want to? Will you [[keep the tag]] or just [[remove it]]?

Near the next shelf you see a handsome bearded man in a checkered shirt. He smiles at you and then comes closer, so you can get a better look at him. He is about 40 years old and tall… real tall. A beard, a checkered shirt and blue jeans make him look like a real lumberjack… not these pretentious hipsters. And his big and strong arms… you dream of being taken and inspected by them. Seems that you were lost in your dreams for a moment... and suddenly you hear him asking you with a smile: "Неy! Are you for sale too?" Surprised, you try to swallow your saliva, although it isn’t easy because of the ball-gag in your mouth. You can [[nod assent]] or [[walk away from him]]

Oh God. Yes. You nod several times to make him sure - yes, this ass is specially made for whipping and spanking. It is even recommended to spank it regularly. Maybe even right now, if he wants. Please, please… But he doesn’t react to your silent prays and continues inspecting your body. His hand goes between your breasts teasing them by non-touching, and comes down - into your panties, drowning in your juices. "Hmmm. I think we have a leak here. Is this a normal state for the product?" You [[blush with embarrassment and lust]]...

It finally happened. You will be bought like merchandise. Like a mindless thing. Like a… "… What’s the price?" What does he mean? A price? Oh yes… the price. You were ready to give yourself up to him for free. But he wants to buy you. Pay the price for your body… that sounds legit. So what will it be? You look around. There are two shelves near you: one with dolls and another with several stools, coffee tables and other furniture. Your mouth is gagged, but you can give him a price tag from one of these shelves. What price tag will you choose? **You are just a doll** **(The path is under construction)** **You want to be his table** **(The path is under construction)** [[Back to the city]] Or use a shortcut to: [[hypermarket|To the hypermarket]] / [[meeting Becky|you see someone else...]] Stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

A bit puzzled, you shake her soft hand, although it’s not so easy when wearing handcuffs. But it seems Stephanie isn’t afraid of difficulties. "When I saw you here, my heart nearly stopped!" - she frankly tells - "You are so brave, and so helpless at the same time. And very sexy…" - Stephanie adds, running a hand over your shoulder. - "I’m a huge fan of selfbondage too, but I never was brave enough to leave my house bound and gagged. And you… would you share your courage with me?" - asks she looking into your eyes. Even if you could speak through your gag, Stephanie doesn’t give you enough time to answer. "Come with me, I’ll show you something!" - she tells joyfully and pulls you with her. Why not? Looks like you found an accomplice… [[Follow Stephanie]]

You look at all these ordinary things that can be turned into wonderful bondage devices - of course, with a little bit of imagination. The first thing you see is a hank of thin metal chain. Yeah, you could definitely put it in place to chastise yourself. <img src="Pics/chain1.png"> This chain is thin, but solid, so once bound, you wouldn’t be able to resist if Stephanie wants, for example, to blindfold you and then take your ball-gag out and put her manicured fingers into your mouth... Fingers? Mouth? Hey, you met this woman just several minutes ago! It’s a bit strange to imagine her chaining you… because it looks more like she’s a fan of ropes. "I love these ropes!" - Stephanie whispers into your ear, showing you a hunk of hemp rope. - "And you?" [[You certainly do]].

"Wow, girl. You are.. you just..." - Hey, seems this motor-mouth finally is short of words. - "You cum just thinking about being bound. I wish I could be like you..." Stephanie helps you to get up from the floor and even shakes some dust off your skirt. "So, do you want to… go home with me?" - She asks timidly - "I know you have already cummed, but maybe… well, there are many things we could do together..." **That would be fun** **(The path is under construction)** [[No, you are a bit tired]]

Well, it was fun, but now you aim for the exit - it feels you got everything you wanted from the hypermarket. And then you see Him. A tall, bald and muscular man with ebony skin. The security guard. Late 30s, dark uniform and a huuge shaft in his pants. Well, you think so. There should be a way to find out... <img src="Pics/chris1.png"> But he’s a hypermarket’s guard, and to get his attention you must break some rules. Are you ready to? [[Yeah, let’s make something stupid!]] [[Well, no. It’s not worth it]].

“Bye-bye, slut!” - one of the workers shouts after you. And Mrs Bancroft? She says nothing, obviously finding it beneath her dignity. And you just follow Chris. You both walk past the cashier desks, then go right, to the “personnel only” section of the hypermarket. There you climb several stairways and walk a corridor or two. Hypermarket’s workers look at you surprised, but not too much. Or maybe they are just too busy to gawk at some slut. Chris is busy too - he talks to someone using his walkie-talkie, and his voice sounds guilty. And then you finally get to the big door. “Sandra Adler Head manager” - says a plate on the door. Chris knocks on the door and opens it before you... **TO BE CONTINUED**. [[Get back to the city]] Or use a shortcut to: [[hypermarket|To the hypermarket]] / [[meeting Becky|you see someone else...]] And stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

"Okay, now just keep calm or I’ll have to shoot you! And I don’t really want to spend my bullets on you. So let’s be quiet". - Frank tells the bank’s customers and employees. For a several second you even admire this bossy man, who walks around the bank hall with his golden handgun. Unlike other robbers, Frank wears a costume and definitely has a style. And it looks like he’s in good shape under this costume. You even start to wonder, what does his face look under this black mask... "Psst, slave!" What is it? You hear someone’s whisper. Is it addressed to you? Okay, there are hardly any more girls who look like a slave here. But who is whispering? [[Take a look around]]

Does this gunner want you to fuck Frank? Is he crazy? No way you are going to fuck some dirty robber… even a rough and bossy one in a stylish costume and a black mask that looks so kinky for you now… No! You can get hurt! What if Jeremy can’t hit a haystack and instead of Frank he shoots you? And by the way, you were expecting some fun with this robbery… like, with helpless bound hostages… and this shooting can be a party pooper! [[Okay, try to seduce the robber]] [[No, stay quiet]]

"What do you want from our little slave girl, buddy?" - he asks Jeremy. You look at Jeremy’s eyes, trying to tell him mentally “No, please. Don’t do it. You are gonna get us killed!” But he doesn’t listen to you mute appeal. Jeremy suddenly puts his hand under the coat and pulls out the gun… For several seconds you [[feel like the time has stopped]]...

Frank is truly a very dangerous and strong man… and you can’t help but look at his butt fitted in tight pants. You get the best view of it, while Frank crouches down and goes through Jeremy’s pockets to find out if he had any more weapons. Then suddenly Frank turns around and looks at you. "Hey, little slave. This asshole wanted to convince you to rebel, but you didn’t agree?" It's stupid, but you even feel proud for yourself. And you like that this dangerous guy is pleased with you. So answering his question, you [[blush and nod]].

"Our robbery is almost over. But you’re such a wonderful audience, that we would like to take one person with us. Normally, we’d just choose one by ourselves, but today I thought that maybe it’s not democratic. Maybe we should grant this choice to you. Maybe we even have a volunteer to become our hostage?" - Frank asks, and you can hear a smile in his voice. - "We can offer you a city tour by car and maybe even a fascinating police chase..." A murmur runs through the ranks. Is it a joke? What crazy person would offer themself as a hostage? And you agree with them. You must be absolutely insane to give yourself to robbers. Because even if you stay alive after the chase, you can’t be sure these dangerous criminals will set you free... But isn’t this what you were dreaming about? **TO BE CONTINUED** Now you can [[refresh yourself with a city air]]. Or use a shortcut to: [[entering the GIC bank|Walk into the bank]] / [[meeting Jeremy|Take a look around]] Stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

"And then I came into this bank… and saw you. I really love men in black masks… They look menacing and sexy at the same time. And moreover, they hide your face. And as a slave I don’t need to see a face of man who is using my body". “What the hell is she saying?” - you hear woman’s whisper somewhere behind you. But it doesn’t matter anymore. You are not acting now. You are not distracting Frank. You just want him. This dangerous man. You want him right now, in the midst of bank robbery. [[Beg for his cock]]

"What a slut like me can do to a man like you, mister Robber? And my wrists are cuffed, so my hands can’t do anything except touching your cock, if you allow me to…" Frank looks toward the bank’s vault, but it seems Mr.Nervous hasn’t finished picking it clean yet. "Okay, slut. You have several minutes. Do your job". <img src="Pics/pants1.png"> Finally! You have already forgotten about Jeremy and his plan, and all you see is a bulge in Frank’s pants, that already became bigger. [[Suck Frank’s cock]]

"Oh, my…" - you murmur unconsciously, and then lick the very tip of it. And it tastes fantastic, like a danger mixed with lust. "Go ahead, slut, we don’t have much time, and I wanna cum in this pretty mouth of yours!" - Frank tells impatiently and puts his hand on your head. Oh, what a heavy and demanding hand he has. "Yes, sir", - you tell obediently, and then open your mouth and gulp a half of Frank’s cock, filling your mouth with his pulsating flesh. "Gooood girl", - Frank wheezes, while you are going further, pushing his cock down your throat, until you almost touch the robber’s stomach with your nose. Sooo fucking deep. You try to hold back your gag reflex, because you want to impress Frank. Yeah, he has seen some shit in his life, but has he ever been sucked so good? "Fuck, you’re a heaven-born sucker… Keep moving, whore, [[keep sucking]]!"

There’s a quite impressive dick in Mr.Tall’s pants. It’s length really matches the robber’s height of nearly 6.5 feet. And right now poor Mr.Tall is touching his giant member through the fabric of his pants, making it even bigger… Yeah, I understand you, Mr.Tall. Your boss is facefucking some bimbo, and all you can do is just watch it? No, that’s unfair. Such long and thick cocks must go right into sluts’ mouths! And you definitely know at least one slut, who’d like to have it right now. You are not sure you can take it all in, but… But wouldn’t Frank mind, if you, like, ask him if you can suck his subordinate’s dick too? [[Ask Frank if you can suck Mr.Tall’s dick too]] [[No, just keep sucking Frank’s cock]]

What a speed! Just several seconds later Mr.Tall is standing near you. He even didn’t offer you to unzip his pants: the robber wants to get his monster cock into your mouth as soon as possible, so he takes it out from his pants himself. A cock? A big wooden stick, you should say, or a bat that is used for baseb… Mmph! Wasting no time, Mr.Tall just pushes his monster-cock into your mouth, which is already filled with Frank’s dick. Not so fast, big boy, please! MMmph! You have such a thick bat, that it’s tearing my mouth apart! Please, please, give me a moment to take some air! Om-mom-mom, you bastard, you are raping my mouth! [[Try to stop him]]

When you and other ex-hostages walk out from the building and finally see daylight again, you are immediately surrounded by journalists. Flashlights of their cameras blind you, but at the same moment you suddenly feel someone’s hand on your waist. It’s Jeremy! "You are the bravest and the craziest girl I’ve seen", - he says in your ear, and you blush. "And you are…" - you try to tell him, but suddenly a TV company-branded microphone appears before Jeremy, and a blonde newswoman in horn-rimmed glasses asks your savior: "Mr. Coleman, please tell us how you defeated three dangerous villains". [[Let him speak]]

"None of this. My… friend was handcuffed to distract the robbers. And to say honestly, I wouldn’t have beaten the bad guys without her help". "So we have two heroes here!" - the Blonde looks excited, - "A man and a woman together defeated criminals! That’s what I call the real feminism! So tell us, please, miss, how did you do it?" You feel Jeremy’s hand tightening on your waist, as if it is saying: Don’t be stupid, don’t tell them the truth, or the journalists will tear you apart and ruin your life. Do you want to get into newspapers as a Cocksucker Heroine? Oh... you really do? But it’s obvious that if you get such a dirty fame, you'll lose your hero, your savior, your Jeremy. [[Hide the truth]] **Tell everyone what you did there** **(Under construction)**

That's a pity you can't let yourself cum in front of this crowd, but that's what you wish. Because Jeremy's words got right into your brain and turned it into bimbo's jelly. But all you can do now is sigh, smile back and whisper: "I may be good at following instructions, sir. But I'm the best at following ORDERS". Well, now it's his turn to sigh and breath heavily. That's okay, bigboy, you'll have your reward... just later. Because first you, Jeremy and other bank guys are escorted to the police department... [[Follow cops to the department]]

"I need to get into this club undercover" - Angela continues, - "I'm not very good at... you know, submissiveness. I can act as what they call Dominatrix. But I still need a slave to accompany me - it's the club's rule". Okay, now it becomes clear. Some people - like Jeremy or Angela - clearly see your potential as a slave. That's... nice. "I could just hire a hooker. But you can't really trust one. And they don't really love us cops. But I was going to hire one anyway... and then met you. You have some experience in helping the justice, and, moreover, you are a real slave and... a beautiful one" Wow, if it's a pickup line, consider me hooked. "So will you join this operation... and become the slave of justice?" Huh, that's DEFINITELY a pickup line. [[Try to decline her offer]] **Hell yeah, you want to infiltrate this BDSM club!** **(Under construction)**

“... Unless you want to spend this time giving a little relief to some brave police officer”. Wait, what? To her? And like… here? She clearly reads these thoughts on your face and laughs. “Just joking, silly goose! This room is under CCTV surveillance. And this mirror here… yeah, you’ve seen it in movies - it’s one-side transparent. And I don’t know if anybody sees us now from there. So yeah, it would take a 100% sex-crazed slave to crawl under the table and…” Hey, she’s provoking you! **TO BE CONTINUED** [[Go back to the city]] Or use a shortcut to: [[entering the GIC bank|Walk into the bank]] / [[meeting Jeremy|Take a look around]] / [[deciding to suck 1 or 2 dicks|Oh...]] Stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

You don’t see what happens next: you hear voices of robbers, some screams of a hostage girl, then cops yelling through the speaker… But it doesn’t matter at all. You are alive. And you were ready to die as a slave. That surely makes you one, now you know it. So several hours later, when you leave the police department with a psychotherapist's business card in your purse, somehow you even feel good and pleased. And that’s when your phone rings. [[Answer the phone]]

“Hmmm… Okay, slave. Keep your phone near you, cause tomorrow I’ll call you and make you help me… in several ways, maybe” “Thank you, Officer. I’ll be waiting for your call” You end the call and smile. Wow, that was… something new! You felt brave… brave to be yourself, a weak slave. Tomorrow will be an interesting day... As for now… you can continue your walk. As a real, confident slave. Not a wannabe you were in the morning. You take your favorite ball-gag from the purse and shut your mouth. Then cuff your wrists before you. That’s it. No more “Miss”, just “Slave”. Let’s see what else this city has for you... [[Back to the city]]

But hey, just an hour ago you decided that you are a real slave. That you are so confident in your submissiveness. And now you just… chicken out? Again? No, it’s time to say it out and loud: “No, Officer. These handcuffs and the ball-gag are mine. Because I am a slave and should be restrained”. Looks like you finally made Sterling speechless. Satisfied with the result, you approach the metal detector frame again and… BEEEP! Well, fuck. You totally forgot about this nasty vibro-egg inside you… **Okay, you could take it out right now** **(The path is under construction)** [[Hell no, you aren’t ready for this]]

“Be quiet, miss, and don’t do anything stupid” “Yes, Officer. I surrender”. Sterling palps and squeezes your body, and you feel surprisingly good. Finally there is a strong man who doesn’t ask anything from you, but makes something by himself. Something… even nice. “Miss, I know you are hiding something. You’d better tell me what it is, or I…” [[Help Officer Sterling to find your vibro-egg]]

And right at this moment Sterling holds out your vibro-egg. “You can have it back, miss”. But just when you are ready to grab your little cumming-helper, Officer jerks his hand back. “Or... I can keep it for a while, if you still want to pass the metal detector and help us to arrest the robber...” **TO BE CONTINUED** Now you can [[walk the city]] or use a shortcut to: [[entering the GIC bank|Walk into the bank]] / [[meeting Jeremy|Take a look around]] / [[deciding to suck 1 or 2 dicks|Oh...]] Stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

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“Yes, master Robber,” - you say with a sad, but proud voice - “It was a plan. Not mine, sooth to say. I’m just a slave and too dumb for thinking plans. It was that... fucker… who told me to distract you. And I usually do what I’m told…” “Oh you do?!” - yells Frank - “Okay, then I tell you to suck my gun!” For a moment you hope he means his marvelous cock, but your dreams are destroyed with a golden gun shoved into your face. <img src="Pics/aim2.png"> [[Suck his gun]]

What luck you heard about it before you walked into the bank! Otherwise, you could get in real trouble with these criminals… Wait, are you getting wet thinking about it? No-no, stop it! It’s not a game anymore, it’s the real deal, and you can get really hurt! … Or fucked... … Or hurt! Like other innocent people in this bank! Maybe you should call the police or even try to stop the robbers by yourself? The robbery can start at any moment, so think quick! [[Walk into the bank]] [[Try to stop the robbery]]

You walk along several shelves, turn left, pass the forklift truck, turn right… For a moment you even think she fouls the trail so you can’t find the way back. You imagine yourself somewhere in the middle of a labyrinth with an angry monstress in blue uniform guarding you… but as against fairy-tales, you don’t want to be saved. You are not Princess Peach - you are just Peach waiting to be eaten. Mmmm… "Impatient, aren’t you?" - asks Becky, hearing your moans again - "Okay, calm down, we arrived". She opens a plain gray door in the wall, and you see a little room filled with boxes. "After you" - tells Becky. [[Enter the room]]

"That’s better, slut, that’s better". Yeah, that’s better, you know it too. Being naked and kneeled before an old lady in a hypermarket sounds bizarre even for you - but after the previous day it seems that your “red lines” have moved… and you are really getting wet in the strangest situations... Hey, what is it?! The hook of the old lady’s walking stick just got into your vagina! <img src="Pics/stick1.png"> "What’s wrong, bitch? Do you think your dirty hole is too dirty for me? Don’t worry, I can handle it! [[Keep kissing!]]"

"Is everything clear or I have to repeat it?" - tells a man’s low voice from somewhere near you, interrupting your dreams. "Could you tell again about the last part, Frank?" - asks another voice, that sounds nervous. "I told you not to mention my name! For fuck’s sake, you are the worst gang I ever seen..." Okay, now these voices got your attention! You [[look around]] to find out where they come from.

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[[На вас по дороге нападут, и вы не доберётесь?]]

[[Или станешь наживкой в будущих делах, он оценит твою сексапильность]]

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"What a good Peach I have. Now, my next purchase..." <img src="Pics/apple1.png"> She puts a big red apple on a rubber belt, and for several seconds you don’t get where you can insert it. "At first, I thought about buying a peach, but I already own one, - Becky smiles". - "So I decided to get an apple. It’s more suitable for a gag". Huh, that’s where this apple goes! She takes a stationery knife and removes the transparent tape from your lips. And you just spit out her and your panties, that are wet from your saliva and her pussy juices, to the rubber belt. So this is a moment when your mouth is free for severals seconds and you can finally tell her something… but you don’t have any idea what to say. You just want her to keep teasing and taming you. You want to [[tell her how grateful you are for it]]. You…

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Ok, this is really gonna happen. Something you dreamed of, while laying self-bound, gagged and desperately alone in your bed for endless nights. Today it will change. You won't be alone anymore. You will submit willingly. You will give away your body for the most kinky things. You will be humiliated, whipped, fucked in every hole and enslaved... By whom? You don't know yet. Let the fate decide it. You take a deep breath. Seems you are ready. Here we go! [[Ball-gag yourself]].

You open your eyes and for several moments can’t remember how you got here. You observe the small room full of boxes, your own naked and taped body, Becky… oh, Becky! The moment you remembered her and everything from yesterday, you feel a mind-blowing mix of shame, lust… and safety. Becky easily reads your facial expression and smiles. “Wakey-wakey, girl. It’s a new working day!” Does she mean licking her pussy or wiping the floors? “No, I mean - my working day beginned, and I need to go. And your work shift, my little Peach, will start when I come back here for my lunch break. So prepare yourself, exercise your tongue!” Oh, you are always ready for this. “Talking of your tongue… I can’t leave you hungry here! And as long as you are securely bound for some mysterious reason…” - Oh, you would kiss this smile of hers! - “... I should spoon-feed you”. And she does show you a little spoon and a bottle of yogurt. “Open your mouth, be a good girl!” [[Open your mouth and enjoy the breakfast]]

"Mistress! Please help me!! He's trying to fuck me!" - you yell as loud as you can. "You stupid whore!" Ron tries to shut your mouth with Becky's panties, but you both hear many footsteps coming closer to the room. So finally Ron decides not to risk and, before anybody comes, he runs away. Pathetic loser! But the first person to come to your room isn't Becky - it's some hypermarket worker, a young guy in an ordinary blue uniform. He looks at you - naked, bound, helpless, yelling for help - with a mix of pity, disgust and lust. And you don't know what he'll do... ... until Becky comes several seconds later. And you finally feel safe. You [[tell Mistress everything]] and apologize for being such a slut, for moaning so loud it attracted this hungry vulture Ron. But you were thinking about Mistress while moaning...

Ron cuts the tape around your head with a stationery knife and extracts Becky’s panties from your mouth, - "You crazy lesboes! Do you like underpants? Ok, then I can put mine in your mouth…" Ugh! Disgusting! But here is your chance now. What will you do? [[Scream for help]] [[Stay silent]]

"What did he do?!" - Becky shouts, when you tell her what happened. You’ve never seen her THAT angry. If looks could kill… well, she also has her clenched fists, that definitely CAN kill. Without saying another word, she leaves you in your room. Still bound, still helpless. But this time you’re sure no one will come to “visit” you. Because through the room’s door you hear some echoes of what’s going on in the warehouse. Nothing good. You hear someone screams, someone fights, someone falls on the floor, then someone screams again. Oh no. Is Becky hurt? Does she need help? You yearn to hear her confident footsteps coming to your room, but there is no sound. Like if the whole warehouse got mute. Still immobilized (oh, how do you hate these duct tapes now!), you can only [[wait for Becky to come back]].

Several hours pass without news. Little by little, the warehouse behind your room’s door comes back to life. You hear mechanical loaders driving here and there, someone’s laugh… Footsteps. You hear someone coming to your room! And these are HER fast and confident footsteps, you are sure. But when the door opens, you see… you don’t know who you see. This woman definitely looks like Becky, but she is not her. Her face looks very familiar, but she is older than your Mistress and has long brown hair. And she wears a formal suit, not that blue Becky’s uniform that you already love. There is a box with different stuff in the woman’s hands: you see a colorful mug, several framed photos and a cactus. And she nearly drops this box when she sees you. “Oh” - the woman says, obviously surprised. But she gets over this surprise fast. “My sister asked me to take all her personal belongings from here. Including Peach, she said. So I guess you are Peach. And that explains a lot” - she says in a cold and calm voice. A personal belonging? Sounds kinky, but right now you aren’t in that mood. [[Ask the woman about Becky]]

“Becky is… Becky” - The woman says. - “Got in trouble, as always. Beaten a colleague named Ron till death nearly. So he’s in a coma now. And she got arrested”. Fuuuuck!! It’s all your fault!.. If only you haven’t sucked Ron… or haven’t told Becky about it… But what could you do now? “She had one phone call, and she spent it telling me about her “belongings” here. Well, it seems you mean something to her. Congrats” - she says without any smile. She approaches you with a stationery knife. “I’ll set you free, and then take you to her apartment”. The woman cuts the duct tape and extracts trousers and a blazer from the box of Becky’s stuff. “You’re lucky she has a change of clothes here. Now put it on and let’s go, I don’t have much time for this”. She is a charming person, no doubt. [[Get dressed in Becky’s clothes]]

After you get dressed, the woman gives you the box with stuff (it seems natural for you to bear it, because Becky is your Mistress) and leads you to the hypermarket’s employee entrance. Several workers look at you with a little bewilderment, but you don’t give a fuck. Ronda’s car (yes, the woman finally introduced herself) looks expensive. By now, you’ve learned she is some kind of a lawyer - but you know that only because Ronda told she is fucking late for the court. Not that she is open for chatting with you. Ronda drives her expensive car fast and coolly, and soon you get to the not-so-expensive apartment building. Obviously angry for being late, Ronda leads you to Becky’s apartment and nearly pushes you inside. But before she slams the door shut, you have a second to [[ask when Becky comes back]]

“It depends on… many things. I’ll do my best to get her out of this. As always. But it may take days. Or weeks” - Ronda says and closes the door. Well, you can wait. After all the time without someone to care for you, you've finally found your Mistress. And if you need to be strong for her now, you will be. You examine the apartment and find it quite unkempt, but cozy. And there is enough food in the fridge for several days or a week. Yes, you can wait for Becky here. Moreover, you find some duct tape in the storeroom. Seems that when your Mistress finally comes home, you can greet her as she likes you - bound and helpless. But before that, all you can do is wait. For next days or weeks you, among other Becky’s belongings, will be just waiting for your owner in her apartment. Your time will come. **THE END** Well, this story is all about choices and their consequences... okay, and hot BDSM too. If you want to try other choices, [[start the story over|Willingly]]! Or use a shortcut to: [[hypermarket|To the hypermarket]] / [[meeting Becky|you see someone else...]] / [[hide-and-seek with Becky|catch your breath]] / [[meeting Ron|start thinking about her well-fit ass]] / [[after you sucked Ron|feel your own cold sweat under the layers of transparent tape around your body]] And stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

You obediently open your mouth, and Becky sits on the floor near you and feeds you with yogurt. That’s quite a strange feeling, when she has an ultimate power over your bound body, but uses it to make you feel good. But isn’t it what every good Mistress does? (of course, after she’ve made Herself feel good first of all) When you are finally full with the tasty yogurt and pleasant thoughts, Becky stuffs your mouth with her freshly put-off panties and seals your lips with a kiss and the duct tape. After that she stands up and walks to the door, seductively shaking her hips. “If you’re going to enjoy your time… and your bound state… please don’t moan too loudly. Else somebody can find you here and… who knows?..” Well, if she wanted you quiet, she shouldn’t have shaken her hips so temptingly. Because right after the door closes behind her, you [[start thinking about her well-fit ass]].

You are not a hero. In fact, usually you are something quite opposite - a damsel in distress. But this time you can’t stay on the sidelines - these robbers can really hurt someone. So you quickly take the ball-gag out from your mouth - and then shout as loud as you can. [[“These guys are going to rob the bank!! Everybody, run!!”]]

“I’m mr. Stevens, the bank manager. What’s going on here?” What a perfect timing, mister! Stevens occurred just when everything was safe. You tell the manager about the situation, and during this talk his facial expression changes several times. “Oh wow! - Oh shit! - Oh lucky us! - Oh thank you!” Finally, he manages to collect his thoughts. “I’m gonna call the police and the bank’s owner. And you… please, [[come in and get a cup of coffee]], while we are waiting”.

A few minutes later you sit in the manager’s office and fetch your breath, while savoring a cup of really tasty coffee and staring at Steven’s workspace. A work desk with a laptop, a shelf, a few photo frames with family pics… Well, that’s nothing to see here. <img src="Pics/012_coffee1.png"> Then Stevens comes back wearing a new facial expression - you would call it servile. “The police are on their way, but before you speak to them I’d like to introduce you to someone special. Mr. Lanceston, the President and owner of GIC bank”. Well, now they have your attention! “After everything that happened, mr. Lanceston honors us with his personal presence…” - tell Stevens, but you [[don’t listen to him anymore]], because at this very moment mr. Lanceston enters the office.

You imagined him as a short and stout 55+ man - well, somebody like Churchill, you don’t know why this image came to your mind. But Lanceston isn’t what you expected him to be. You see a tall and fit man, about 50 years old, with a noble face and posture. He definitely looks like someone who should be called “Sir”, not “Mister”. <img src="Pics/012_lanceston1.png"> The only strange detail of Lanceston’s appearance is his old-fashioned mustache, which makes him look a bit like an old-world cavalry officer. But this detail is compensated by his trendy and visibly expensive suit. <img src="Pics/012_mustache1.png"> “Miss, I’m pleased to meet you” - he shakes your hand, and you realize (too late, as always) that you are still cuffed, and your ball-gag hangs on your neck. “Nice bracelets and necklace you have” - he smiles politely, and you [[hide your head]].

Sir Lanceston makes himself comfortable in Steven’s big armchair which the manager willingly ceded to his boss. “Stevens told me what happened..." You see that Stevens is nervous for some reason. And as long as both chairs in his office are occupied, he remains standing near sir Lanceston. "... and I couldn’t be more grateful to you” - the bank owner continues. His soft but confident voice makes you melt. Stop it! I mean no, go on!... “That’s why I have a proposition for you”. Money? Maybe mister Rich wants to share with you some of the money that you saved from robbers? “I don’t do charity. I believe it corrupts the recipient” Well, you wouldn’t mind being a bit corrupted, by money or not... “But I can offer you a job. The one that requires the… talents you have”. [[Talents? What talents does he mean?]]

“During the dinner parties in my mansion I need a person at the entrance to greet the guests… and to be very careful to them”. Well, that’s… confusing. “I don’t really understand you, Sir" - you say bluntly - "Is it something about security? Because my professional field is quite different…” “Yes, that’s definitely something about security in the job description. But I’m sure you are the perfect candidate. And that’s a proof of my sureness” Lanceston shows you his phone with an impressive number on the display. “And yes. The job is live-in, mind that. In my mansion you will have an accomodation and meals. They are quite good” - he says with a humble smile, - “So what do you think?” [[It could be the chance of your life!]] [[No, you have another plans]]

Why refuse such a courteous man? Besides, you came to GIC bank to get some money… and here it is on a silver platter! “I accept your offer… Sir” - you say, and for a tiny second there is a strange smile on Lanceston’s face. “I can’t be happier, miss. So would you mind joining me on the ride to my manor? I could show you your new workplace”. Stevens looks at you with an obvious envy, but you don’t care. “Of course, Sir”. - You find it fun to play along Lanceston’s mannerisms - “I’m all yours”. “Then please follow me” - Lanceston stands up from his seat and turns to the bank manager - “Stevens, deal with the police, please”. Stevens nods enthusiastically, while sir Lanceston and you [[leave his office]].

You walk through the bank again, but this time you're with Lanceston, so clerks freeze and smile obsequiously when you walk by. He’s the man of a big power, now you see it clearly. His vehicle tells the same. It’s a shiny retro-car, and it costs all your life, you think. But there are no bodyguards anywhere. Isn’t it strange for such a wealthy man? <img src="Pics/012_retrocar1.png"> Lanceston smiles when you share this thought with him. “I don’t need any protection here. This is MY city, and nobody would confront me here” While you are digesting this information, he opens the passenger’s door. “Please, take a sit” A man of power. And manners. [[Get into his car]]

You were hoping to continue your high-mannered conversation during the ride, but Lanceston excuses himself - he needs to make a phone call. And you doubt any cop would charge him for making calls while driving - this is HIS city. So while he politely but firmly scolds some guy (“I hope you’ll do everything perfect next time. Because I won’t fix your mistakes twice” - Lanceston says), you just gawk at the streets… and at Lanceston’s hands a bit. <img src="Pics/012_handsonwheel1.png"> This man drives the car calmly and confidently. Sometimes he overbearingly puts both his hands on wheel, like if it was his slave’s body and he wants to feel it. And the other moment she just touches it with one hand, as if being sure the girl… I mean, the car… will stay obedient… [[Sure she will]].

Okay, that’s a bit inappropriate. Among all the men you met, Lanceston didn’t make any sign of sympathy or show any lust towards you. You’re just going to work under him… under… hey, stop thinking about it! These dirty thoughts entertain you long enough for the car to leave the city. And after some rushing the highway, Lanceston turns left to the minor road. He drives through a well-groomed grove for several minutes - and then you finally see his manor’s gate. <img src="Pics/012_gates1.png"> **TO BE CONTINUED** You can [[walk the city]] again. Or use a shortcut to: [[deciding if the bank should be saved|Oh my! They talk about bank robbery!]] / [[weighing Lanceston's offer|Talents? What talents does he mean?]] Stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

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You are standing in the street, choosing a new place to go, when a tall blonde girl walks by. Well, she was intending to walk by. But when she sees you, she suddenly smiles and reaches out for her phone. “May I…?” - she asks, but doesn’t wait for your answer. The girl just gets to you, puts her hand on your waist and smiles at the phone’s camera. Okay, you’re just a local attraction for her. But the girl suddenly says to her phone: “You see, Chris. THAT’s what I want you to do with me. Do you need any more hints?” <img src="Pics/012_selfie1.png"> Then she kisses your cheek and walks away. “Good luck! You are crazy, but cool!” - she says at parting. Good luck for this girl and her Chris, too. And what about you - since you don't have your own shy boyfrined, you can go anywhere. Where to? [[To the hypermarket]] [[To a bank]]

Wow, that’s a generous offer! But what about your freedom? Okay, you were hoping to lose it, but not this way! There are so many places in the city you haven’t seen yet, so many people you haven’t f… ahem... No, you can’t trade this freedom even for THAT big sum of money, if it means getting stuck in some manor. Lanceston doesn’t look upset with your decision. He just wishes you all the best and promises that the police won’t bother you. The very moment you leave the office, the bank owner seems to forget about you, starting a business phone call. Well, he’s a big man. Stevens walks you to the bank’s entrance and thanks you for saving the bank… again and again… and when you finally get bored, he leaves you. You [[breathe a sigh of relief and walk the street]].

You turn around to find out who’s watching you. But there’s no one suspicious. Two love birds walk the street holding hands, an older woman stares at an expensive dress on the store's showcase, and a handsome man speaks on his phone. Okay, it must be just your anxiety after all this robbery stuff. You should relax and enjoy the day. There are so many possibilities ahead! And you are fully open to them… especially when being gagged and cuffed… You decide to walk slower to gawk at showcases. Maybe even buy something - you earned it, girl! Well, that greedy Lanceston hasn’t given you even a penny for saving his bank, but you have some savings of your own. And maybe this trendy little hat from the store's showcase will make you feel better… But at this very moment you see a reflection in the showcase’s glass. The same handsome man! He stands on the opposite side of this narrow street, and this time [[you're sure he’s looking at you!]]

Trying to act calm and natural, you cast an eye on this man. The young man, for accuracy's sake. He is hardly in his 20s. Short dark hair, black jeans, gray topcoat, despite of warm weather… A black tattoo on the neck, contrasting his casual look. And a watchful stare, aiming at you. <img src="Pics/012_pursuer1.png"> Could he be one of the robbers? You haven’t seen any of them in that van. And even if you did, they pretty sure were wearing masks on their faces. Hey, stop! You clean forgot that you are wearing something too! Your lovely red ball-gag shuts your mouth securely, as you can see in the reflection. And you are quite a bombshell in this city-style slave outfit… So maybe the young man is just mesmerized by your look and ashamed to make a first move? Well, that’s not what makes a good Dom, but… he’s handsome, and you could use some stress relief after all that… **Approach the man** (the path is under construction) [[Nope, it can be dangerous]]

Sorry, cutie-pie, but you can be a criminal, so… SHIT!! The young man turns a bit to let some woman pass by - and at that moment you see a handgun stuck in his belt. <img src="Pics/012_gunstuck1.png"> You are so fucked up… Seems that the man saw that you had seen his handgun… because suddenly he’s not that shy anymore and walks towards you fast. [[RUN!]]

Without a second thought, in full panic-mode, you just run down the street. Run. Run. Run for your life! You feel his eyes on your back. You expect to hear a gunshot. But you are not ready to die now! Not yet... Please, please, there must be something you can do. Hell, of course there is! [[Reach to the phone in your purse]]

You stick your hand into your purse… and suddenly break into a cold sweat. There is no phone in there! The panic hits you stronger. You ransack the purse again with your trembling fingers. No use. You turn the purse over and dump everything out. The key for your handcuffs, some condoms, a red lipstick to match your ball-gag - everything falls on the ground, but you don’t care. <img src="Pics/012_condandkey1.png"> Have you forgotten your phone in the bank? Or was it stolen in the street? It doesn’t matter. You have no phone. You can’t call the police. You are dead. Well, at least you could look into your death’s eyes. So you [[turn around to see your pursuer for the last time]]...

In this last moment of your life you even think - what a silly thought - what will police think when they find your body? “Why was this cutie handcuffed? What a weirdo!" You turn around, but there is no pursuer on the street. You distrust your own eyes. How can it be? Have you… outrunned him? Maybe he thought it was too suspicious for a man to chase a girl? Or is he just hiding somewhere to make a sudden strike later? Anyway, it seems that now you have a chance to stay alive. But you must [[keep moving]]!

Wow. Even frightened by the close death chance, you get lost for several seconds. <img src="Pics/012_storelegs1.png"> The store is quite small, with the only trading-floor. But the moment you walk in, you get surrounded by, like, thousands of women’s legs. Some are attached to mannequins’ torsos, others are stand-alone, perfect as they are. <img src="Pics/012_storelegs2.png"> And all these legs are dressed in the most provoking and sensual ways. Pantyhose and tights, garter belts and lace welts, silk and nylons… [[Your head feels dizzy because of all this debauchery]]...

When there is heaven, there must be angels in it… But these words don’t match the woman you see. She is more of the Gatekeeper, who decides if a person is worthy to enter heaven. <img src="Pics/012_linda1.png"> The Mistress of the Pantyhose Heaven is about 35 years old, she’s tall, brunette and cold-eyed. Hardly a salesperson, more of a store owner… and she is the only person working here, it seems. But you don’t really care who she is. Because hell, what heavenly legs she does have! They are long, they are slender, they are covered in stockings, and you catch yourself glancing at the lace welt, hardly seen under her not-so-long skirt… “Miss? Do you need help?” - she asks again, but her voice is stern, not helpful. You look back into her eyes, as if you were caught sneaking. Well, you really were. So, what did she say?... Ah hell, she offered you some help! That’s what you came here for! [[Ask her for help]]

“Yeph, I neeft hefp!” - you say through the gag, and immediately realize your mistake. Under her gaze, that is both mocking and interested, you undo the gag. “There are criminals after me! Please, hide me somewhere and call the police!” To her credit, she doesn't look scared… but neither willing to help. “Ah, you are one of the bare-legged kind. I can’t help you, sorry” [[“But why?!”]]

“Never trust a woman who doesn’t wear pantyhose or stockings. That’s my rule”. You look at her shocked, not able to tell if she is joking with you or not. But then, maybe you act strange too with everything you said about the chase and the criminals, while being gagged and cuffed. Fortunately, the woman vouchsafes to help. “You could put these stockings on, and then I’ll see what I can do” - she holds out the pair of stockings to you, hiding an insidious smile. <img src="Pics/012_pantyhoseforyou1.png"> [[Wow. The situation got weird quickly]].

The fabric is fragranced, and the smell immediately gets into your nose… and mind. Sure, that’s how the beauty smells! And that’s more - the stocking squeezes your face…. and for some reason, it feels nice. It feels safe. Well, you always feel good while held and restrained, so this doesn’t surprise you. The woman looks satisfied. “I prefer the stretchy ones, like good pantyhose and young people…” And before you could react to the words, that make your cheeks feel hot, the woman continues: “I’m Linda, by the way. So - what’s going on?” [[Explain it to Linda]]

You tell Linda what happened to you and, no doubt, leave her impressed. “So, if I’m allowed to be metaphoric, you have both lion’s and hare’s hearts… “ - Linda says. Well, thank you…I guess. “... and the Scarecrow’s brain. I mean, you lack any”. That’s rude! “Don’t you worry, all these are perfect ingredients for slave’s character”. If Linda intended to sugar-coat that bitter truth, then… well, maybe she managed to. A bit. “Okay, let’s see our options. Firstly, I can hide you in the storeroom. But frankly speaking, that’s the most obvious place to look for you. Although, we aren’t even sure these criminals are still chasing you. So the storeroom is… quite comfy to stay in” You wish! That’d be too easy if they just stop pursuing you. And [[you don’t feel lucky enough for this]].

“The other option is… out-of-the-box. I need more mannequins in my store, and you could become one of them”. Wow, that’s really creative. Although, what did you expect from the woman that puts stockings on mannequins’ heads? “Anyway, you will owe me”. “I’ll do everything, just help me!” - you say with a faltering voice. Yes, these words usually put girls into perils… but you already got into serious problems. “Everything” is fine for me” - she says predatorily - “So what is your choice?” [[Become a mannequin]] [[Hide in the storeroom]]

Linda turns around and walks to the farest part of the store. “Follow me” - she drops a phrase, and you obediently do, admiring her legs from behind. Hell, how are you thinking about legs even at death's face?.. Your (potential) savior opens the white door behind the cash desk, and you see down-leading stairs. Does she want to lock you up in some basement? Not that you mind, but you’d like some prelude before… But when you go down the stairs, [[you get into a trivial storeroom]]...

“A wise choice” - Linda says and looks at your handcuffs with irony. “First, we get rid of your chains. My mannequins don’t need these to be obedient. Do you have the key?” Yeah, unlike your phone, the key is still in your purse, so you skilfully uncuff yourself. “You have some experience with it, haven’t you?” - Linda says, making you blush, and takes the handcuffs - “I’ll hide your bracelets somewhere… could find a use for them later”. You are sure she could. But will that involve you? “Now, undress” - Linda orders. [[Ahem, what?]]

The sounds are echoing in the staircase, making it harder to recognize anything. But your life depends on it, so you do your best. You hear someone’s steps in the trading-floor. But the person wears no heels. And that’s bad. “Can I help you… sir?” Fuck, you knew it. It's him! You must get out of here! You look around the room in search of some backdoor, and suddenly see a small window that you overlooked before. But it’s a typical basement hopper window, and you aren’t sure you can get out through it… and make no noise while you do. <img src="Pics/012_hopperwindow1.png"> So you just keep listening to the sounds from the store above, [[hoping everything will turn out well]].

“I’m looking for a girl” - says a male voice with a hint of danger in it. “Really? You don’t look like someone who has problem finding a nice girl” Obviously, Linda is trying to divert him away… or just cut the tension. Anyway, it doesn’t help. “I need a specific girl. A ball-gagged and cuffed one”. “I’d like that kind of girl too” - Linda perseveres in her attempts to make it a joke. “She’s my slave. A run-away one. We have that kind of a game. But now I must bring her back home, otherwise she can hurt herself. Have you seen her?” Well, that even sounds realistic. What if Linda believes the criminal and extradites you to him?... “Nope, haven’t seen that girl. I would remember it. Anything else? Maybe, you’d like some sexy pantyhose for your slavegirl?” [[Oh thanks, Linda! I owe you a lot!]]

But for some reason, you don’t hear the footsteps of the criminal leaving the store and shutting the door. Instead, the man asks: “Mind if I look for her in your store?” “Sorry, you won't get my permission. Please, leave, or I call the police” - Linda’s voice gets cold as ice… and then suddenly you hear her fearful sigh! “Put down that phone and don’t fucking move, or you get a bullet” - the man says menacingly. Linda doesn’t answer, but even through the distance between you, it seems you can feel her fear. “So where can this slave girl be? Maybe you locked her in your storeroom?” - he asks. You can’t hear if Linda answers or not. But the man’s footsteps get louder. He is coming for you!... **TO BE CONTINUED** [[Go back to the city]] Or use a shortcut to: [[deciding if the bank should be saved|Oh my! They talk about bank robbery!]] / [[weighing Lanceston's offer|Talents? What talents does he mean?]] / [[choosing a place to hide from the pursuer|you don’t feel lucky enough for this]] Stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

**UPDATES & SHORTCUTS** This page is made for your smoother navigation through updates. But you can also just replay the game from the start, to remind yourself everything that happened to you there. The following may contain spoilers for the story. If you haven't played the previous versions of “Willingly”, read this with one eye closed :) (text-style: "underline") [**Current version**] **Willingly 0.12 "The Mistress of Pantyhose Dolls"** [[Try to stop the bank robbery|Try to stop the robbery]] and face the consequences! ([[The Bank storyline|To a bank]]) The game now has: * 15+ strangers to meet * 7 unique story endings * 58k+ words (text-style: "underline") [**Previous versions**] **Willingly 0.1 "The inital release"** The big adventure begins! * 10+ strangers to meet * 6 unique story endings * 32k+ words.

Life is perfect! You have saved the entire bank, and now you just walk the street, gawking at bypassers and listening to the birds singing. The street you walk isn’t broad, but it is full of different stores, selling mainly clothes and accessories. That’s why you meet dozens of women with branded shopping bags here. They look joyful - and you get the same feeling. <img src="Pics/012_shoppinggirl1.png"> Moreover, you are still cuffed and ball-gagged, and it fills you with a kinky joy. So you look at bypassing women with pride in your heart, they look back intrigued, and several even winks at you. Even elder ladies, who don’t usually like your slave-outfit, look at you with propitious smiles, as if knowing you saved the bank and everything is fine now... ... it is, right? Because suddenly you [[feel someone’s sight on you]]…

You grab your purse and belongings from the ground and walk down the street fast, scanning the surroundings. First, you need a safe place to hide. Then, you'll ask someone to call the police. And just in 30 seconds of walking you see the perfect place: a store called “Hold-me-Tights”. <img src="Pics/012_holdmetights1.png"> This may work! A pantyhose boutique isn't a place that a man can walk into easily. Besides, there must be women there who would help their sister-in-need. Not that you have too many options, anyway. You throw a quick look onto the street in search of the pursuer, but he's nowhere to be found. So you [[enter the store, hoping your enemy hasn’t seen it]].

Wait, maybe your pursuer really did kill you and you got into heaven… where all foot-fetishists and pantyhose-enthusiasts go? Some of hosiery lovers are surely craving to be reborn in this store as mannequins. Because all big dolls here are postured provocative... <img src="Pics/012_mannequin1.png"> ... and they wear pantyhose not only on their legs, but on their heads and faces too! The fabrics look like mannequins’ headdresses... or masks... or slaves' hoods... Well, that’s conceptual… and kind of kinky. The store’s owner surely loves these goods… and thinks creatively while using them. “Can I help you, miss?” - suddenly says a woman’s voice behind you. [[Turn at her voice]]

But your pursuer can be here any second. Another problem is, you are wearing heels and need some time to take them off, then to put on the pantyhose… and by that moment, you can be already dead. Suddenly you look at the mannequin near you, and the next moment you do the only thing that can save you. You grab the stockings the woman offers you and [[put it on your head]].

Well, yes, most of her mannequins wear only pantyhose and heels, but for some reason you thought you could keep your skirt and maybe blouse… “Don’t waste your own time”, - Linda gets impatient - “You must look the same way as others dolls, or your criminal will spot you easily”. Huh, that’s how she calls her mannequins. “Dolls”. “Besides, when the man sees your tits, he may forget to look at your face. So take this blouse off”. Seems fair. But if you are going to be one of Linda’s dolls. you want to be the best one. So without fanfare (but with a slight intention to impress her), you [[slowly unbutton your blouse]]…

You could use some music, by the way. Because that was sexy! And now you are standing before her in your bra. <img src="Pics/012_bra1.png"> But for some reason your little striptease doesn’t make her happy. “Girl, enough with this pole-dance of yours. I see tons of female bodies every day, some of them plastic, some are made of flesh”. Yeah, that’s something you can believe. “And don’t get me wrong, I still like them - but I like them my way. So just undress, and if you stay alive, I’ll figure something out with you”. While her dolls are made of plastic, isn’t Linda made of ice? Because she can be very cold… You even get a silly impulse to touch her and check it out, but instead you just [[take off your bra]].

You feel a bit uncomfortable - okay, very uncomfortable! - undressing before this woman in a completely un-sexy way. So you take off your bra and just stand there, holding it in your hands. Linda takes stock of your breast, and you feel cold under her look. Is it why your nipples get hard?... She sees that, but looks unpleasant. “Nice tits, girl. But your nipples are too bright and… hard. My dolls don’t have any, so you will stand out… not what we need to hide you. So - [[bra goes back on, skirt off. Go on!]]

And once again, Linda isn’t impressed. She looks at you and your panties with a professional eye, as if you were one of her dolls. Well, you already are! <img src="Pics/012_panties1.png"> “Is it your best choice of lingerie?” - Linda asks captiously - “That’s a pity we don't have time to change it”. Erm, it seems you won’t get into this pantyhose heaven. But anyway, you’ll die at its gate - cause if your pursuer for some reason doesn’t kill you, your shame sure will. “I’d pick something more sensual for this stunning body of yours” - Linda says and suddenly puts her hand on your thigh. Aand we’re back to heaven. You were wrong, by the way - her hand isn’t cold. It’s hot - in every sense of the word. But instead of inspecting your stunning (that’s what she said!) body, she removes her hand from your thigh and gives you a pair of pantyhose… and a sense of deja-vu. “Put this on”, - she says with a suddenly warm smile, - “On your legs, this time”. [[Pantyhose heaven, here I go!]]

The fabric in your hands feels like liquid silk, that took the form of female legs. Your legs. And for a few dozens of seconds you forget about everything and just dive into this silk sea. At first, you take a smell of the pantyhose. Okay, that could look weird… but you don’t care. You just squeeze the fabric to your nose, nearly kissing it, and inhale the scent, until your head fills with a lightly sweet fragrance. Linda looks as if she wanted to hurry you, but then decides to just observe. But you get this hint and speed up… just a bit. You take a seat on a black leather bench with a pleasantly cool surface. Then you take off your heels. You haven’t even noticed how sore your feet are after all this walking and running… Well, nevermind! You gather one leg of the pantyhose to your toe, stretch the opening a bit and [[slowly slip your left foot inside]]…

That really feels like silk diving… You gently pull the fabric up to your thigh. Then ease it on, carefully and slowly… <img src="Pics/012_puton1.png"> Is it just you or Linda forgot to breathe for several seconds looking at you? You slightly smile inside… because at least at this moment you have power over her. Making sure Linda has the best view of the process, you repeat the pleasant process with your right leg, enjoying the silk sliding by your skin. [[You feel your legs wrapped, held, taken care of. Safe]].

You stand up and pull the pantyhose up, letting it squeeze your butt and hug your waist. “So, how do I look?” - you ask with your most innocent voice and make several provocative dance moves with your hips, to finally adjust the pantyhose. <img src="Pics/012_hipspantyhose1.png"> “Well, you are”… - Linda says, and her voice suddenly quivers, - “Ahem, I mean - we don’t have time, follow me”. As you wish, the Ice Queen. Or should you call her - the Slightly Melted Queen? Because you bet she moistened a bit… as you did too. Linda turns around and walks away, and you [[follow her steps barefoot]].

Linda leads you to another part of the trading floor, where several plastic dolls stand on their pedestals. She easily lifts up one of the mannequins by its waist (a strong woman, you like that!) and “dethrones” that doll. “Climb up!” - Linda says with a commanding tone. Looks like she fetched her breath after your little show and came back as the Mistress of Pantyhose Dolls. And since you are that Doll too, you do as you are told and step onto the low platform. Even on your pedestal, you aren’t higher than Linda is. So she easily reaches you and suddenly pulls the pantyhose you are wearing on your head down, covering your face with soft fabric. [[You feel surprised]], but she knows what to do.

“I’m hiding your face, silly. And by the way, it makes you look intriguing… and even romantic” Well, she has her own standards of romantic… and maybe you get to know them better sometime? But Linda interrupts your thoughts by offhand pulling another panthyhose on your face. This one is thick, shadow-proof, so you suddenly see nearly nothing - just hints of light and dark. That’s why when she touches your hand, you give a jump. “Here-here, doll. That’s okay. If you can’t see him, he can’t see you - isn’t that right?” [[Well, not really…]]

“Now just stand still and everything will be fine. I doubt anybody will come here… I mean your hypothetical pursuer, of course, not my clients. There’ll be plenty of them”. She is self-confident, you’ll give her that. “Oh, the last, but not the least. As my doll, you must look perfect. So, the pose. Move your left hip and leg forward. Okay. And your right hand goes on your waist…” She takes your palm and puts it on your hip, holding it for several seconds. “You’ll make a perfect doll. I must return to work, and you just stay still. Because now you’re my doll. And even if there’s no one in the store, you are not allowed to move. Is that clear?” What did you get yourself into? “I can’t hear it. Everything’s clear?” [[“Yes… Mistress”]]

You can’t see that, but Linda obviously smiles. “Enthusiastic, aren’t you? That’s nice, but you aren’t my slave. Just a doll in my store. So be a good one” And saying that, she leaves. Sightless, you can only listen to her footsteps. She walks somewhere far from you, then opens some door… you hear her stepping down seemingly some ladder… maybe to the storeroom she told you about? Then everything becomes quiet. Just your breathing through the tight pantyhose on your face. And the pedestal creaking from time to time under your feet, that are pantyhosed too. And then suddenly [[you hear the doorbell rings and the door opens]]. Someone is in!

The visitor walks the store. You can’t see him or her, but the footsteps don’t sound female. They are heavy. They are menacing. They are coming closer. Can it be the man who chased you? You try not to move. Not even breathe. You are just a mannequin. A silly plastic doll to dress in sexy lingerie and pantyhose… Shit, it doesn’t help. You are terrified as fuck. You can’t help but shiver. Does he see it? You can’t tell. Nearly blind, nearly naked - you feel absolutely helpless. He can grab you at any moment, and you won't even see that coming. You won’t be able to prevent it. And where is Linda? Maybe there is a backdoor in that storeroom of hers, and she just ran away? Maybe it would be better if you surrender? If you cooperate, maybe he won’t kill you?... Maybe you could convince him to spare you?... You slowly get to the edge of the panic attack. And when you are ready to just fall on your knees before that man, you [[finally hear Linda’s voice]].

“Welcome to Hold-me-Tights, sir! Looking for something special?” “Yeah…” - the male voice coughs - “Because I’ve met someone special. Just several minutes ago”. “Good for you! So, who is she?” - you hear a smile in Linda’s voice. “A girl like no other. Funny, beautiful, brave… and kinky. Just my type” - you suddenly hear the man’s voice closer to you. “Wow. If I meet a girl like this, I’d make her worship every inch of my body” - Linda answers, and it makes you moisten. Would she really do that? “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Haven’t you met her? She is handcuffed and ball-gagged… a kinky one, as I said” [[You have no idea, man… given that “she” is wearing pantyhose on her head now…]]

“No, sir, there was no one here fitting your description”. “Are you sure?” - he asks suspiciously, and his steps come even closer to you. Oh no. This is it. Surely he saw you moving your leg. He will grab you in 5…4… You can hear him breathing a few feet from you. …3…2… You close your eyes, even though it’s useless. 1… KA-BOOM! Something falls and breaks, maybe even explodes - in that storeroom, according to the sound. It makes you jump, but hopefully the man doesn’t notice, because he’s surprised too. Surprised and… very dangerous. “What was that?” - [[you hear him shouting]].

“I… I don’t know. Something fell in the storeroom, I think”, - Linda stutters. “Don’t lie to me, bitch! She is there!” - the man gets furious. “Please don’t shoot, sir!” - there is panic in Linda’s voice - “You can go there and… see for yourself there’s no one in the storeroom”. “You, go there with me! And no tricks!” You hear Linda and the man walking to the other part of the store. He is obviously aiming at her with his gun. Shit, she can get hurt because of you. The storeroom door creaks, and then you don’t hear their footsteps anymore. You are alone again. Maybe you should run into the street? Run as you are, half-naked, while that creepy man is distracted? But what if he leaves the storeroom the same moment you’re crossing the trading floor? However, if he finds you here, it’ll be even worse… You must move! [[Pull the pantyhose off your face]]

But you don’t manage to run. When you make the first step, the door creaks again, and you barely have time to hop back on the pedestal, put on your pantyhose mask and become a mannequin again. Not that there is any sense in it, cause he obviously killed Linda and now is coming for you… “No, I mean it! You must give me your phone number” - you hear Linda’s laugh - “If this stupid girl visits my store, I’ll call you. And if not… Well, come around anyway! I can be kinky too!” For fuck's sake. She is alive! But what happens next surprises you even more. The man apologizes! “I don’t know, Linda… After all that I said… I feel really bad about that”. “Nope, nevermind that!” - she insists. “That’s my job… too much stress, you know…” “Oh, I know that indeed. Cause while you have that one kinky girl, I have tons of them every day!” “I definitely should pay your store a visit!” - now [[you hear him smiling too]].

“Okay, give me your phone and I’ll write down my number” - the man says. “My phone got smashed, remember?” - she smiles by her voice, - “But you can write it here…” “Oh yeah. The Great Phone Crash” - he obviously smiles back. What’s going on? Are they flirting? Several moments pass by in silence. “Okay, here it is. Call me if she is back. Or… just when you're in the mood” - wow, is he embarrassed? “I will! See you!” - she says cheerfully. The store’s door opens and closes again, and you heave a sigh of relief. He is gone! You are safe! You pull the pantyhose off your face and see Linda. She definitely isn't cheerful anymore. She’s angry as hell. “Don’t you fucking move, bitch” - she spits. [[You freeze frightened]].

“This fucker nearly killed me!!” - sheesh, her look could kill YOU now. “Yeah, I told you he was a criminal…” - you mumble, but she stops your mouth. “Shut up, barbie-face! You owe me a lot. So now you are my mannequin. For two days at least. And then maybe I’ll set you free… or just dispose of your slutty body” - Linda states. Isn’t that what you wanted the first moment you entered the store - to become a doll, to admire all these legs, to worship Linda’s? But honestly, it’s not the best moment for this. She is right, you both were nearly murdered… and that’s why you demand a break - to recover, to wallow in bed, to eat chocolates and maybe to cry a bit. The only problem is… will Linda accept this? Or will she get even more angry with you? [[Agree to become her mannequin for two days]] [[Ask for a postponement]]

Yes, it sounds really ridiculous, and bypassers obviously suppose you're the local idiot... But your yelling really helps - the black van suddenly turns on the jets and drives away - so fast that you can’t even distinguish their number plate. Then, in several moments the bank’s doors open, and you see a suited blonde man about 30 years old, accompanied by an elder security guard. <img src="Pics/012_stevens1.png"> The blond "suit" approaches you fast, and [[you see he is obviously worried]].

Your problems are yours only. You made a deal with this gorgeous woman, and you won’t break it. And what about chocolate and other things… You can do it later. Moreover, you hope to taste something better than chocolate... But that can happen (or not) later. And right now you are just a mannequin. Can mannequins speak? Or how should you express your submission to Linda? Undecided of how to act, you just bow your head before her. And it seems you hit the mark, because your new owner finally smiles - with a sincere smile, not the one she gave to the criminal. “Look at that girl! She doesn’t speak when aren’t asked to and even knows something about etiquette! Maybe I could make her a worthy mannequin…” So that’s what she likes. Obedience. Silence. Stillness. These three virtues must become your motto for the next few days. [[Anything to make her happy]].

To your surprise, Linda doesn’t explode when you tell her you need a break. Instead, she gets ice cold, like she was before. “You know what, you are right. I need a break from your presence here. And you definitely aren't good as mannequin material - otherwise you wouldn’t dare to reject my order”. Okay, that doesn’t sound friendly, but at least you are free and can have a much needed break… can’t you? “So… can I go?” - you ask unsurely. “No, you can’t “go”. You must RUN! Because in 20 seconds I’ll make a call to your beloved pursuer. How fortunate for you I have his number!” [[What? She can’t betray you like this!]]

“Betray?” That’s a big word for a deal breaker like you. So spare me your presence, bitch, and just get out”. Even cold and disappointed in you - Linda looks gorgeous. So maybe you could convince her to forgive you?... You get on your knees and slowly crawl to her, swinging your buttocks in the air. <img src="Pics/012_crawl1.png"> But she just starts to count. “20…19…” Okay, she is just trialing you. So you must prove yourself worthy. Do your best, girl. “15… 14…” Linda looks at you with disgust. “10…9…” You finally get to her knee and [[try to kiss it]]…

… but Linda rudely shoves you with her leg! You hit the floor hard, but she doesn’t care. Linda walks her beautiful legs to the cash desk and takes a phone from the drawer. “Hi again! It’s Linda from “Hold-me-Tights”. Are you still in the area?” - she asks someone. No way. She can’t be calling him! “That’s perfect! Because the girl you were looking for… she is here. I can give her to you. Yeah. Okay, I’m waiting here!” Fuck! She IS calling him! And he can be here any moment! Why is it happening to you again? You must run from this damned store! Where were your clothes?... Ah, nevermind! You can buy new ones. Just run! Wearing just your panties, bra and pantyhose, you kick out the door and run the street. **TO BE CONTINUED** [[Back to the city]] Or use a shortcut to: [[deciding if the bank should be saved|Oh my! They talk about bank robbery!]] / [[weighing Lanceston's offer|Talents? What talents does he mean?]] / [[choosing a place to hide from the pursuer|you don’t feel lucky enough for this]] / [[dealing with Linda's offer|You freeze frightened]] Stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

“Okay, now take your panties and bra off. We should change you into something more appropriate”, - she orders. You throw a quick glance on the front door, and she notices that. “Yep, some visitors can walk in at any moment. But mannequins have no shame. They are made to be exposed. In any way their owner wants” Of course, she is right, - you tell yourself, but can’t help shivering. Come on, girl, you’ve come too far to give up! You take your bra off, and Linda doesn’t seem turned on. At the moment you’re just a raw material for her. “By the way, wanna know how I saved your ass? That wallop in the storeroom - it was my big mirror crashing. I’ve put it into disequilibrium, and leaned my phone against it. And when the situation got hot, I made a call from my other phone. So… one little vibro call made hundreds of glass pieces. And now you owe me a mirror too” Wow, she’s not just beautiful, she’s devilishly smart! “Don’t just listen spellbound, [[take your panties off]]!"

You do as you are told and now stand absolutely nude in the middle of the store. And that’s okay - you’re just a naked mannequin waiting to be dressed and exhibited. And that’s when Linda sees your vibroegg’s controller on the short cord, hanging out from your vagina. “Huh! That explains a lot!” - she smiles and suddenly puts her hand on the controller. BZZZZ! Hey, she set the vibration to maximum! You squirm of sudden joy inside… trying to make no sound… trying not to look in her eyes, or she’ll see your clouded look of bitch in heat. Just several seconds ago you were a normal mannequin… but her presence… her voice… and that little intruder inside you.. all that sends you to the edge. “That can be fun… But we need something with a bigger range. [[Cum it out]]”.

Cum? Your hearing is unfocused and cloudy too. Did she say “cum”? You breathe shaky, your knees are shaking too. You are more than okay with cumming right here, right now. If she says so… Linda puts her hand on your lower lips. Oh, what are you doing with me, Linda?... Her fingers are gently working into you… and you nearly suffocate with joy… please, go deeper, my owner! And she does go deeper… and then suddenly extracts the vibro-egg out of you. Did she intend to interrupt your climax? As if! Because the only view of your new owner holding the vibro-egg, still soaking with your juices, [[throws you deep into orgasm bliss]]…

When you come to your senses, you find yourself naked and wet, lying on the store’s floor. Linda stands above you with her gracious smile. “I said, take it out, not “cum”, you silly doll!” - she says reproachfully, but there is no anger in her voice. “Since you’re such a cum-slut, I have a gift for you” - she says and gives you a little black U-shaped vibrator. <img src="Pics/012_uvibe.png"> “One end goes in, the other one is for your… oh, I see you know how to use that” - she smiles, when you quickly attach the other end to your clitoris. “But don’t you swell your head. The power is all mine now” - she says, showing you an app on her phone’s screen. One tap of her finger - and her gift is buzzing. One more - and it is off. “Okay, we’ll test it later. And now [[let’s finally get you dressed]]!”

“That’s what I call a display-window-worthy doll! - Linda says, taking a few steps back to admire her work on you. You could agree with her… but not with words, because mannequins don’t speak. And not with your head’s bow - because mannequins don’t move either. So what do they do? They listen to their Owner. They stand still. They feel good deep inside. And on the outside, they look beautiful. Linda dressed you with a matching white lacy bra and panties, so delicate and tender that it almost gave you a bridal look. The white pantyhose on your face and head remind you of a veil, and it does look appropriate too. <img src="Pics/012_pantiesfromlinda.png"> But on the contrary, Linda accompanied your look with a semi-transparent pantyhose with a black stripe going along the back of your legs. The whole combination made you look so innocent and slutty at the same time, that you could cum again, if Linda allowed you to. Of course, she didn’t. Despite her words, Linda didn’t put you on a display window - [[you became the main exhibition of the trade-floor instead]].

You stand exposed in the middle of the store, not daring to move a muscle. “Be a good mannequin, or I’ll call that criminal guy and give you to him” - Linda says, and something cold in her eyes tells you she could really make that call. So you stand still, although it isn’t easy. Linda gave you a pretty simple pose, and you feel grateful for that. Her REAL mannequins are posed much more harder, and you even feel sorry for them. Silly you, they are not alive! They are just dolls! Or maybe they were real girls before, but turned into plastic under Linda’ cold look? That’s nonsense… you hope so. … anyway, what were you thinking about? Ah, the pose. It isn’t strict, that’s right. But your muscles ache anyway. And a little drop of sweat runs down your spine… BZZZ! Linda’s vibrator inside you comes alive, and you [[bite your lip to hide a moan]].

Linda slowly walks by. “Did I hear a sound? Maybe there is an alive girl among my plastic dolls? That wouldn’t be appropriate… That would be punished severely” With her phone app she makes the insidious vibrations even stronger and pretends to strain her ears. But you make no sound, tensing all your muscles to endure this sweet torture. “Good, good. I must be just hearing things” - she smiles. And that is a moment when the door’s bell ring, and somebody enters the store. “Now that’s a real sound”. Having a fear that your pursuer came back, [[you throw a quick glance at the door]].

Phew. That’s just a blonde woman in an obviously expensive dress. You literally take a deep breath, while your Owner is distracted, and then glance at the customer again. The woman is about 40 years old, but these years were obviously spent in wealth. She holds several shopping-bags in her bejeweled hands and looks at Linda as her old pal. <img src="Pics/012_mary1.png"> “Sorry, can I see the store manager? I have a complaint. The saleswoman is too hot, and that distracts me from shopping” - the woman declares. “You know what? Go fuck yourself with your complaints… Or even better, the store manager could fuck you, hottie, if you wouldn’t mind”. [[Can she be nice?]]

Linda and her guest hug and cheek-kiss each other. “So, Mary-fuckin-von Sternberg, what brings you to my lair? And where is your beloved duke?” “He has some business with Lancestons, so I suppose he’s in their manor, fucking pretty maids, as always. And I prefer shopping… and his bodyguards” “That’s a pity! There were times when you preferred maids” - Linda pretends to be upset. “It was when YOU were that maid, honey”. No way! You try to imagine Linda as a maid and - you could swear it! - [[smile with the slightest of your smiles]]. But anyway, Mary sees that.

“Old habits never die, you old slut?” - Mary asks, slowly walking towards you. You struggle to become a real statue, but already know that won’t help. So you just close your eyes not to betray yourself. “What do you mean, honey?” - Linda returns a question and follows Mary’s steps. “I mean this so-called mannequin…” - Mary puts a hand on your hip, but you don’t react. It costs you a lot not to react! - “Have you netted another innocent butterfly?” “Don't know what you are talking about. That’s a real mannequin!” - Linda smiles and obviously challenges you and Mary. And Mary is eagerly up for this challenge. “Oh really?” She reaches to your bra, half-masts it and … Ouch!! She pinches your nipple! You have a biig urge to complain loudly… but instead you keep your mouth shut and [[stand still as a good mannequin]].

Mary smiles at your endurance. “They produce these mannequins so realistic nowadays, don't they?” - she asks Linda, putting her hand on your crotch and slowly teasing it with her fingers. You feel on fire, burned slowly… and you don’t mind being burned completely in these hot hands. And Linda doesn’t intend to help you - she adds some fuel to the flame instead. “Yep, this one even has a built-in engine to make her move. Here, try it” - Linda says with a devil’s grin and - you see it with your half-lidded eyes - hands over her phone to Mary. Mary takes it without a second thought and slowly fans the flame in your groin. [[Hold tight!]]

You clench your teeth, trying not to cry of joy. But instead, you start a silent shiver, the one you can’t control anymore. You feel like a witch of the Dark ages, bound to the pillar and burning alive… please, don’t spare me… make the flame stronger… impale me on a stake, if you want… Two nuns do a circle dance around you, enjoying your convulsions. “That’s a bad mannequin. You should get rid of it, honey” - Mary says, opening your mouth with her fingers and making you suck them. Deeper, deeper!... “I know your tricks, bitch. The same moment I dispose of it, you’ll be there to pick it up. But aren’t you on “I fuck bodyguards only’” diet?” - Linda slaps your ass really rough, but you love it. “I could make an exception for a slut like this one” - Mary objects, while putting her other hand into your panties and casually penetrating your overflooded pussy with three fingers. That nearly kills you from joy, and you finally make a loud moan. “No way, she is miiine!” - Linda roars. And as if it wasn't enough for sending you into a hellish fire of orgasm - your owner fingers your ass, really impaling you, making you the executed witch, making you… [[oooooooh!...]]

Hell, have you lost your senses again… or even fallen asleep? These orgasms really drain you. Maybe you shouldn’t cum that often? Haha, just kidding. You look around to see Linda talking with some female customer, and you are laying on your workplace - your pedestal. Linda obviously sees you are awake, but she doesn’t make any sign and continues her chatting with that woman. That’s right, customers before mannequins. When the woman is finally gone (with several purchases, of course), Linda backs to you. “I’ll deduct this from your working time! You are such a lazy mannequin!” - she says that, and then smiles at your confused face, - “Okay, I’ll spare you for the first time. I’m such a generous manager”. For you, she’s more of a precious lover. You remember her fingers in your ass, and Linda probably sees it in your eyes. “No-no-no, don’t give me these slutty looks! Your work shift isn’t over. [[Get your ass on the pedestal]]!”

You comply, and Linda walks a circle around you, checking if you are still worthy as a mannequin. “By the way, Mary… I mean, it’s duchess von Sternberg for you… craved to buy you. But I rejected that offer. I don’t have too many mannequins to bargain them away”. Well, actually Linda has plenty of mannequins. But her words make your heart feel warm. You mean something for your owner! “So she left, asking me to give you her regards… and this”. Whap! Linda suddenly slaps your asscheek. Now your ass feels warm too, not only your heart. “Okay, enough chatting. [[We are getting back to work!]]”

And that’s how your work day goes on. You stand on the pedestal, desperately trying not to move. But it’s nearly impossible. Because Linda sits on her bench and enjoys a cup of coffee… <img src="Pics/012_lindacoffee.png"> … and she holds the phone in her hands. So when your Owner gets bored, she activates your vibrator, and the joy pierces your whole body. It comes from the inside, but soon breaks out with your moans, and shivering, and all other forbidden moves you try to hold back. And when you don’t manage to restrain yourself, Linda whips you with her improvised cat-o'-nine-stockings. It’s not too painful - but while whipping you, Linda doesn’t care if there are any customers in her store. So most of your executions become public, and that puts you into desperate shame. The customers, mostly women, don’t just witness your humiliation. While you are standing on your pedestal with your whipped ass on fire, they come closer, stare and try to chat with you. Of course, you don’t answer - you aren’t allowed to. So Linda gets in on the conversation and explains you’re just a mannequin and they all are free to watch and touch. [[And you can’t stop them]].

The customers do touch you. Shy at first, they just put their hands on your pantyhosed legs, pretending to check the fabric. But the tension grows, the mannequin inhales deeper, and soon these women find themselves rubbing the doll’s groin to make it moan. <img src="Pics/012_handscustomers.png"> You don’t feel like you're controlling your body anymore - these women do it instead. They slap you and they touch you gently. They caress you and pinch you. If not your pantyhose, they’d surely penetrate you. They can do anything, and Linda won’t stop them. What for? Until they are breaking her mannequin, they can do whatever they want. You didn’t suppose these women - usual, middle-aged women - were capable of this. Seems they didn’t suppose it either, because their faces enlighten with strange expressions, they blush, they smile, they laugh. They look like children in the candy store. They are happy. So who are you to screw it up? Full of these joys, your first work day rushes by, and at 21:00 p.m. Linda closes the store’s main door. You still try to hold your pose, but with the last turn of her key you feel that the remains of your strength are leaving you - and you [[sit down on your pedestal]].

“That was quite a day, huh? You did well” - Linda says, smiling at you - “Not that I suppose anything other than perfection from my dolls”, - she adds. You feel proud. And exhausted. Mostly exhausted, to be fair, cause you were using every single muscle of your body today, trying to make perfect poses. But what seems like the day’s end to you, is just the beginning of the game for Linda. “Can't even stand, can you?” - she asks, and you nod. “Okay, then don’t stand. Just crawl here. Time for rewards!” - she says, sitting on the bench and spreading her pantyhosed legs. That’s what you were hoping to get in the morning, when you saw Linda and her gorgeous, infinite legs for the first time. Although, right now you’d prefer to just curl up beside her. But it’s not yours to decide. [[Crawl to Linda]]

As your Mistress ordered, you get on all fours and crawl towards her across the whole store. Fortunately, the floor is tidy, and Linda encourages you with her disarming smile... and her inviting pose. <img src="Pics/012_lindawaits.png"> So you crawl. Your legs and hands are really tired, and you aren’t used to crawling long distances. But the promised treasure gets closer and closer, and you don’t want to quit. When you are at leg’s length from Linda, she extends this leg. “[[Remove my shoe]]” - she orders.

Of course, that’s what you should do as a good mannequin… or are you just a slave after 21.00 p.m.? You have no desire to find it out… your only desire is to make her feet feel better. But… “Shouldn’t we… take your pantyhose off… Mistress?” “Nope, I like it that way” Okay, she is the boss. You take her foot with both hands and slowly knead her sole with your fingers, going from her toes down to the heel and back. Then you gradually increase pressure, trying to keep your moves gentle at the same time. And you obviously succeed, because your Ice Lady starts to purr barely audible. But soon your hands get tired - holding her loong leg in the air isn’t easy. But the decision comes quickly - you just [[lay her foot on your chest]].

“That’s how you use your tits, doll. Quite creative!” - Linda approves. But you are distracted with a view of her toes right before your eyes. You keep rubbing and kneading Linda’s sole with your fingers, but… you want more. So without any order, you lean to her foot and slowly kiss her toe. Then again… and again… and then without even realizing it, you suck her toe. The taste is… strange. Okay, it tastes like pantyhose that covers Linda’s toe. But then it's the taste of your submission too. Of your devotion. Of your hunger for her legs… “You like it, bitch?” - Linda asks, - “You like to suck my dirty toes?” Yes, you moan, yes you do. “Then do it better. I want all my toes in your mouth” Well, you aren’t sure you can put them all in… “Now!” [[Yes, Mistress!]]

You never did this before. Your mouth just doesn’t feel big enough for that. Yes, you tore it before with some huge ball-gags… but they were not that big. But when your Mistress wants it, she gets it. You firmly take her foot with your hands and suck her big toe again. That’s easy. Then you add one more. Your mouth overflows with the taste of her sweat and your humiliation. You like that taste. Another one, and so you are sucking three toes. And that feels fantastic. And degrading, which is fantastic too. But when there are four toes in your mouth, you feel that it’s your limit. Your mouth is stuffed with the tastiest of all gags… but you can’t put any more toes in. “I said all my toes, doll! Do that or you’ll regret it!” You are not afraid of the punishment, but of disappointing Linda. You try to squeeze Linda’s foot with your hands to reduce it, but that doesn’t really happen. So you just open your mouth to its maximal width and [[push her foot inside]].

Deeper! You forget to breathe. Deeper! The corners of your mouth feel torn apart. It’s painful. But it’s the pain you deserve. Deeper! Linda moves her toes inside your mouth, and it nearly causes a gag reflex. But you overcome it. Deeper! … and her toes are finally deep inside your mouth. So deep you aren’t sure you can take them out now. You moan helplessly, and Linda laughs. “You are a little stuck now, aren’t you, doll?” You moan affirmatively. She trapped you with her foot in your mouth. [[You are at her mercy now]].

“You like to be gagged that way, don’t you? Don’t answer. I know you do. And I know you can’t answer…” Is there anything more stunning than standing kneeled before the woman you adore, with her foot in your mouth? “So, what should I do with you?...” Anything, Mistress. You can do anything. And she does. She takes the shoe off her other leg and extends it to touch the U-vibrator in your panties, pressing it onto your clit. The vibrator comes alive under Linda’s spell (and her app’s command), and the feeling, which you already know very well from today’s activities, electrifies you again. You don’t even need to think about sexy witches and other stuff - her legs already send you to the edge. One seals your mouth as the best gag you ever tasted. Other leg explores your crotch, and its demanding moves mix with the gentle buzz of vibrator, which speeds up with every moment. Then Linda suddenly presses the vibrator with her foot again - but this time she does it hard, as if she wants to push the buzzing plastic deep into your body… that won’t be bad… you could be cumming all day long… cumming… [[cumming with her foot in your mouth]]!

This storerooms seems to be Linda’s breakroom as well. Besides several boxes with goods, you see a small table with a filter coffee machine and a microwave. Well, you could spend some time here… maybe get a shot of espresso… You intend to thank Linda, but suddenly a ring on the store’s main door rings, warning you someone enters the store. Oh crap, can it be… them? Not saying a word, Linda walks up the ladder and shuts the door near the cashier desk, leaving you alone inside. Having no desire for coffee anymore, you [[strain your ears]]…

Hell, how does she spend the whole day on those heels? Yeah, your shoes have nearly the same height… but most of the day you were bare-feet. Thanks to your Owner. <img src="Pics/012_shoe1.png"> You slowly unbutton the strap and take her shoe off. Her feet’s scent immediately hits you. It isn’t unpleasant, but you definitely smell it. In fact, you even like it. This scent is a cost of her beauty. The mix of her own skin’s smell, her shoe’s leather and her pantyhose odor… “Stop smelling my feet, you psycho” - Linda laughs, - “Okay, I like that you like it. But my foot is too tired. [[Give it a good massage!]]

You cum bright, twitching like a fish on the hook. Well, why say “like”? You are really hooked by this woman - not only metaphorically, but literally too: her foot is still in your mouth, and she makes no attempts to drag it out. Linda likes you as you are, impaled, shivering and obediently sucking. And you, even while recklessly cumming, try not to bite her toes. When you finally calm down on the floor and stop twitching, she looks down at you. “Mind if I remove my foot or do you still need it?” - Linda asks with a smile. Still fuzzed after the mind-blowing climax and sucking her toes, you can’t really answer. There are absolutely zero thoughts in your head. It’s nice and clean from the inside, and [[you like it that way]].

“Okay, doll, I see you’re in no state to decide” - LInda grins, - “But I need my leg for… you know, walking. So open your mouth wider”. Not without regrets, you try to obey her order. It isn’t easy, because your mouth is already shut wide to carry her foot. But you do manage to open it even wider - oops, what is your jaw clicking? - and Linda gets her foot back. You close and open your mouth several times, checking its… serviceability. Because now it’s obviously your turn to give Linda a good old climax. You could just go up her leg with some kisses and… “That’s all for today”, - Linda suddenly states, - “We have a big day ahead, so spare your strength”. Well, that’s odd. Doesn’t she want to cum, after those two… or were there three… orgasms she gave to you? That feels… unfair. Puzzled with this strange occasion, you don’t catch what Linda says. So she have to repeat it impatiently: “Doll! I say, [[come over here]]!”

Shutting out your concerns, you walk toward Linda to see she opened the door behind the cash desk, and it gives you a view of down-leading stairs. “Follow me” - she says and walks down the ladder. You follow Linda, and after one staircase flight down you get into a small storeroom with a small table, a stool and maany boxes. “Your work shift starts at 9.00 a.m. I can’t let you be late, so tonight you are staying here”. What does she mean by “here”? There’s nothing to sleep on in this room! Wait, why are you even thinking about that? You won’t stay here, you have a home with a comfy bed! And by the way, she has a home too. Maybe you could… team up? But she doesn’t give you a chance to vocalize your grudges. “You are my mannequin. For one more day, remember? Mannequins stay at the store. I don’t take dolls home. Give me your ID” Disorientated by her harsh words, you [[comply without hesitation]].

Linda takes your ID and examines it. “Should have done it earlier. You look even younger your age”, - is it a compliment? - “Anyway, you’ll get it back tomorrow after your work shift. Don’t try to run away, that’d be stupid. I’ll lock the door and the window”. Yep, you missed a hopper window in the storeroom, but that’s not what you care about now. Is she really locking you in this… micro-dungeon with no bed? “No panic, doll, there is a bed here. It’s behind the boxes. Get it out”. You follow her gaze and find a folding bed. It’s pretty heavy, but Linda doesn’t make any attempt to help you dragging it out. <img src="Pics/012_foldbed1.png"> “Okay, you have everything you need. See you tomorrow”. [[That’s not fair!]]

You don’t like it. The whole situation. This storeroom. And even the fact that Linda didn’t let you help her cum. Maybe you should just take back your ID and leave? Linda obviously sees something rebellious in your eyes, because her voice becomes even colder than usual. “What is it, doll? You dare to protest?” - her words feel like a cheek-slap, and you lose your tongue. “You are just a plastic mannequin. I saved your life. I gave you a job. I gave your unworthy life a meaning. It is - obeying me. I tell you what to do. And you obey as all dolls do” - she says, walking around you. You feel unsafe. Vulnerable. You [[want her to stop]].

“You don’t need to think. You just do what I tell you to do. That’s how it is'' - she says, standing menacingly close, face to face with you. Your eyes quail before her glance, and you put your head down. “So I’ll tell you what to do now. You stand on your knees and stay this way until I close the door. Then you get into bed and sleep until tomorrow. Now, do it” She’s stronger than you. In all meanings. You can’t beat her. And you don’t want to. She is right. You don’t want to think. You want to obey. To serve. You are a slave, and that’s what you do. [[Kneel before your victor]]

You kneel on the storeroom’s floor, still not daring to head up. <img src="Pics/012_kneel1.png"> Linda doesn’t say a word. She just leaves the room and shuts the door, and you hear the key sealing it. This is it. You are locked. Strangely, you feel better now. You can’t do anything with this situation - the door is locked, Linda has your ID. But there is something else. Linda locked you, because she wants to keep you. She needs you, even if as a mannequin. There’s something warm in your Ice Queen - even if it is just her groin, not her heart. These thoughts accompany you, while you stand from your knees, lay on the bed and [[fall asleep immediately]]. It was a hard day…

Well, the day that comes after won’t be easier. Because at 8.30 a.m. Linda wakes you up by clacking the door’s lock. She enters your room… no, it’s not yours! It’s some kind of a storeroom… Why do you wake up here?... You need several moments to remember everything that happened yesterday. But Linda doesn’t give you these moments of half-sleep. She is already made-up and terribly fresh. “Today is the day!” - Linda declares enthusiastically, as if she wasn’t mad with you several hours ago. But you have no idea what day she is talking about. “To make some good profit! How do I make my money, you think?” - she asks with a cattish smile.. It must be a trick question, but you don’t have an answer. You look around the storeroom and see just boxes with pantyhose and stockings. Isn’t selling these Linda’s business? Linda smiles again - but now it’s a smile of a wise mentor nurturing a rookie. “Ah, sweet summer child! Just selling some pantyhose to girls isn't enough nowadays to hold up well…” [[Oh shit. What is it she’s into? Selling… girls?]]

“Here’s my secret: I sell pantyhose to boys too” Erm. Boys? Does she mean transvestites? You didn’t realize there are so many of them to make enough profit… “Nope, silly. I mean fetishists, who would sell their own soul to inhale a fresh scent of the woman from the pantyhose she wore just an hour ago” - Linda explains patiently, Well, that’s a twist… Who would think Linda is selling used pantyhose? You heard it’s popular in some countries, but never realized it can be just around the corner. On the other hand - you can definitely understand those fetishists. You would love to smell Linda’s pantyhosed crotch, but she didn’t let you do it yesterday… Oookay, your libido is awake! Now - to wake up your whole body… “Something tells me you have this fetishistic disposition too”, - Linda states. Really? What could it be? Maybe, the fact of you sucking her pantyhosed toes? “Okay, your introductory course is over. Let’s get to business” - Linda says and leaves the storeroom. And you just [[follow your boss]]…

Several stairs up - and you stand in the middle of the same trade-floor, already lit with a morning sun. There’s just one change: you see a big banner on the display window. As you can read the upturned letters, it says: GIRLS ONLY DAY. “Okay, it’s time to undress you!” - Linda suddenly says from behind you. Ehm, not that you are over-clothed… You are still wearing just panties, a bra and pantyhose. And you’d like to keep it that way. “Don’t worry, you’ll put on the pantyhose again. Just… no panties. And no bra”. Why would you do that? “Pledging your pantyhose to some stranger is… delicate. Even if you are paid for this. So I need you to… encourage our visitors. To set the playful mood, you know” [[So every woman entering the store will see you naked?]]

“Well, there’s something else. For those fetishists, pantyhose is better served while still warm with a woman’s body heat. But I can’t let those guys meet my… suppliers. So I need you to… keep these pantyhose warm”. It gets weirder every minute. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you put all those pantyhose on your legs. The girls will put them on your head instead. That's kind of my store’s thing”, - she says, nodding at pantyhose-masked mannequins. She can’t be serious. That’s insane! Maybe you haven’t awoken yet and that’s just a dream? A strange nightmare?… or the one that makes you wake up wet?... “What are you waiting for? I won’t undress you. Do it yourself!” [[If that’s what your Mistress wants - undress]] [[Ask for some another duty]]

Okay, you are still her mannequin, and she is still your Owner. At least for this day. Mannequins expose themselves and help Owners to make money. That’s what you are gonna do. Still slightly unsure, you slowly unstrap your bra… but Linda doesn’t care. Moreover, she just turns around and goes away, minding some hers business. As if she’s sure you’ll comply. That’s too late for being stubborn… Your bra falls on the floor. Normally you would cover your tits with your hands. Especially when standing in the middle of the store. Well, normally you wouldn’t get into a situation like that. But isn’t that what you were looking for, when you bound yourself and walked the city yesterday? So you continue this self-humiliating process. Luckily, there are still no customers, so nobody sees you taking off your pantyhose and panties and then putting the pantyhose on again. But right when you finish this and adjust the waistband of your pantyhose, you see a woman at the store’s entrance. She looks at you and knocks on the door. What should you do? Open the door? Or wait for Linda’s response? Feeling terribly nervous about all that, you just [[freeze like a mannequin]].

Yes, tonight she made you her doll. Her slave. Her mannequin. … but can this mannequin get some other job? Without full stripping in front of strangers? Pretty-please? Linda listens to your request with a regret on her face, but then her voice gets cold as usual. “Okay, after all, nobody promised that you’ll make a good mannequin. But I can find some use even for defective dolls”. Well, you wouldn’t call yourself “defective”... “If you don’t want to get stripped, I will dress you up instead”. Sounds good! You are going to thank Linda for this new job opportunity, but she takes a new pantyhose from some pack and crumples it in her hands. <img src="Pics/012_crumpled1.png"> “Don’t say a word. You already said enough. Just open your mouth” - she orders. You already know what’s coming next, and [[open your mouth submissively]].

The woman keeps knocking, but then Linda luckily comes by and opens the door. “Cynthia, you are an early bird! We aren’t open yet! But just for you…” “I don’t feel welcomed, Linda! This new mannequin girl of yours… she saw me, but didn’t make a move to open the door!” You throw a quick glance at the customer. She is blonde, young and angry at you. <img src="Pics/012_cynthia1.png"> “Don’t be mad, honey. The new mannequin is just inexperienced. But I will surely punish her later”. “Please, let me punish her myself!” “Okay, honey. But remember what are you here for”. “Oh, I do”. Cynthia sits on the bench and slowly takes her pantyhose off. She surely made it many times - in this store, you mean. Then she takes the pantyhose somewhere near its ankles and walks towards you. “[[Look at me]], mannequin!”

Trembling inside, you raise your eyes and secretly admire Cyntia. Her long blonde hair and bright red lipstick make her look like a retro movie star. Her blue eyes look daggers. And her… SLAP! She slapped your cheek with her own pantyhose! That doesn’t really hurt, but the slap was unexpected. Your eyes involuntarily get wet, and you hide your head. “I said, look at me, you stupid doll!” You raise your eyes on Cynthia again. First tears in your eyes make your vision unclear, but you surely see her dazzling smile. “Poor doll, are you crying already? But we just started!” SLAP! This time she hits you harder. And her slap switches something in your head. You deserved it. You were a bad mannequin. You made a bad impression of the store. You let Linda down. [[You should be punished]].

So when you look at Cynthia once more, there is no defiance in your eyes. Only acceptance of your punishment. Cynthia sees that, and it surprises her. “Look at that, Linda! Some of the girls I slap give me angry looks. But this one looks really submissive. Was she always that way or you have beaten the shit out of her?” “Well, both” - Linda answers with a smile. “If she misbehaves and you decide to send her to the scrapyard - just give me a call. Second-hand dolls aren’t my fetish, but I might make an exception for this slut”. SLAP! “What is it, doll? You like compliments?” Yes, Cynthia’s strangely nice words made you blush a bit… and now [[your right cheek gets even more red]].

“That’s not about you. That’s about my generosity to touch the garbage like you. Understood?” You give a little nod, and she slaps you again. “I don’t care about your opinion, bitch!” Then she turns to Linda. “Okay, this doll made me tired. Give me my reward, I’m leaving”. “Of course, honey. But… the pantyhose” - Linda reminds. “Oh crap, yeah” Cynthia stretches her pantyhose and pulls in on your head, making sure that the cloth’s crotch gets on your face. “You like my scent, don't you?” This time, being experienced enough, you [[don’t answer]].

“You are a fast learner, doll!”, - Cynthia smiles, - “Okay now, Linda, we were talking about my reward…” Linda and Cynthia head to the cash desk, and you have a minute to think about what happened. But Cynthia’s scent overwhelms you. It’s like you can smell her aggression. Her passion. Her youth. She smells bittersweet, and that changes the way you look at her. She’s worth knowing her better… But you have no chance for that. Cynthia gets a shopping bag full of new pantyhose and leaves the store, not even granting you a look. It’s only Linda who approaches you. “You almost fucked it all up, doll! I even thought about sending you to the trash bin. But then you saved the situation…” She moves her face closer to yours, as if she wants to kiss you. For you it's too close to handle… You silently pray for a kiss!.. But she doesn’t hear your prayers. She just sniffs Cynthia’s scent. “... Moreover, you made Cynthia wet! Hear this scent? It’s always better for the business” That must be one of the strangest things in your life. A gorgeous woman smells another girl’s scent from the pantyhose on your face! The situation and Cynthia’s scent really drive you crazy. So even knowing you shouldn’t, you [[try to kiss Linda]].

SLAP! She moves away fast and slaps your pantyhosed cheek. “Don’t you dare, doll!” SLAP! “Do you like to be slapped? Cause I can give it to you!” SLAP! No, no, you don’t like to be slapped. You are sorry. You just couldn’t resist… “My dolls move and, especially, touch me only when ordered to. Is it clear?” Of course it is. Your obvious regret makes Linda change her rage for mercy. “Okay, doll, I know these scents can overwhelm you. So be strong, cause you’ll scent plenty of them soon”. [[Yes, you will be strong for Linda!]]

And you really need strength on this day. Because it gets more and more kinky. Women keep coming to the store. Some of them confidently chat with Linda, others are nervously laughing or just hiding their heads. You aren’t sure that the view of your naked body makes it easier for them to trade their pantyhose. But they all know what they came for. They sit on the benches, unshoe, and take their pantyhose off. Then, followed by Linda’s nod, they approach you… At the start of the day Linda has ordered you to keep your head straight, cause you must be proud of your job. But you aren’t allowed to look into customers’ eyes, cause it can embarrass them. Remember, you are just a hanger for their pantyhose, nothing more. So you look at the shoes of the women approaching you and therefore you don’t know what they look like. But you can [[read them by scents of pantyhose they put on your head]].

All these women are different. And soon you can distinguish them. Some smell flowers, some smell metal. Some wear leather skirts, and some cotton dresses. Some are in love, some just fuck… yeah, you even smell men’s semen on several pantyhoses. <img src="Pics/012_girls1.png"> After hooded with the next pantyhiose, you can smell its scent for a minute or two, and then it gets lost in the ecstatic polyphony that swells your head. Several times for this day you feel that you can’t take it anymore, so you cum, shivering and softly moaning. The customers look at this approvingly, or surprised, or… you don’t know how, because you can’t look into their eyes, and because dozens of pantyhose on your face blur your vision. You can only [[smell, smell, smell them]]…

Blinded with your multi-pantyhose hood, overflown with women’s scents - you lose track of time and feel that this day lasts for ages. That’s why you are surprised when Linda touches you and drags you out from your sweet oblivion. “Hey, junkie! Already high as fuck, aren’t you?” - your Owner asks with a smile in her voice, - “Sorry, no more girls for today. Now it’s boys time!” You slowly get back to consciousness. That’s a pity girls are over for today… but Linda is right, otherwise you could easily get overdosed with their scents. Okay, there is a time to gather pantyhose, and a time to give it away… or something like that. Linda replaces the GIRLS ONLY DAY banner on the display window with a new one, declaring THAT’S FOR YOU, BOYS! The first male customer isn’t long in coming - [[you hear the door open and some steps getting closer]].

“Don’t worry, all my clients are of legal age” - Linda says somewhere near you. You have no idea why she has to specify it, until you hear the customer’s voice. “I, ehm, got your… invitation” - he mumbles with a teenager voice. Sheesh, he must still be a student. At least, that's how you imagine him, having no chance to see the guy. But hopefully he is aged enough to see YOUR body. <img src="Pics/012_teen1.png"> Has he ever seen a woman naked, you wonder. “Welcome to Hold-me-Tights, sir” - Linda says. Psht! “Sir”. You bet you are at least several years older than this so-called-Sir. But still, you are a mannequin, he’s a customer. Something tells you Linda won’t be satisfied with such disrespect. She isn’t just a goddess-legged creature, she is a proud store owner too. So you abate your pride (as if you had one, after all that happened today) and [[humbly wait for his actions]].

“I have your order ready, sir. It is just on that hanger” - that’s Linda. “Sorry, I can’t see any hang… oh…” Huh, hasn’t he seen you before? Okay, now he obviously has. For several seconds you hear no sound. Has the boy lost his tongue? Well, who wouldn’t. Cause you are standing in a submissive pose and almost naked, wearing just pantyhose - on your legs and on your head. The boy could easily cum into his pants. And if he didn’t, he surely will jerk off on these memories for many years. But the boy finally finds legs - and they lead him to you, as you can hear. “So… I can take the pantyhose off her?” - he asks unsurely. “Yes. Sir, you are welcome”. You feel his breath somewhere on your breast - the boy isn’t tall. His hand touches your pantyhosed cheek… <img src="Pics/012_teenhand1.png"> And then the young bastard suddenly pulls down the pantyhose that were covering your waist and legs! [[What a smart aleck!]]

Unawares, your crotch feels a cool air. And Linda laughs somewhere. “Not THIS pantyhose, young Sir!” “Oh, sorry. My bad” - the boy reacts, but you don’t hear any regret in his voice. And when he pulls the pantyhose on your waist again, he touches your ass with his greedy palm. He isn’t that bad, you think. Quite brazen, quite smart. Maybe he’ll make a good lover someday. That’s why when he pulls off a pantyhose (off your head, this time) and sticks his finger in your mouth, as if by accident, you don’t protest, but give it a quick suck instead. Let it be his motivation for further life… After that, the boy walks away and pays something to Linda, and then leaves the store, obviously giving you a hungry look - but you can’t see it because of the many pantyhoses on your face. “Boys, huh? They always have something to surprise you with” - Linda says. [[You can’t help but agree]].

This day you meet many more boys and men. Some of them are so shy, that Linda has to take the pantyhose off your head by herself. For others you obviously became the first woman, as you can tell by their timid touches. Several sniff your pantyhosed face. One young man even tries to kiss you, but you don’t move and don’t answer. You are a mannequin, you are not obliged to. Other than that, you are at these men’s disposal… at least, that’s what you think. But then a rough man (you can’t see him because pantyhose still covers your face, but you smell his sour sweat) puts his hand on your crotch and tries to finger-fuck you. And Linda doesn’t hail him - he literally kicks the man. “My dolls aren’t for fucking, you country bumpkin! Get out”, - she adds with her signature cold voice. And when the might-have-been customer leaves the store, Linda caresses you. “Are you ok?” - you nod, and she continues, - “Don’t worry, I was joking. Of course you ARE for fucking. But this privilege is mine”. [[You can’t wait for her to use this privilege]].

When the last male customer takes the last pantyhose off your face, Linda sees him out and then closes the door. “Phew! These days always drain me. I think you understand me now” - she smiles. Fuck, of course you do. “But the store made a good profit today. And all this situation with a gunned guy has finally paid off. In cash, like I prefer it”. Hell, after two days with Linda you have completely forgotten about that pursuer! And that means that now [[you can go anywhere without the risk of being killed!]]

In the taxi cab Linda was surprisingly silent, and the driver pretty sure haven’t identified you as lovers… or just Mistess and slave… or what are you now? But in her apartment, which is quite spacious, with several rooms, Linda suddenly turns into a good hostess. She puts a deliciously smelling dish into the nuke and opens a bottle of wine. Wait, weren’t you a rightless slave doll with a pantyhose on her face just several hours ago?... But you won’t lie, her new attitude towards you makes you feel good. Linda and you have dinner together, sitting close at her not-so-big table, so she pours you wine, glass after glass… <img src="Pics/012_wine1.png"> One could think she wants to get you drunk and then make use of it… but nonsense, she could fuck you even sober, you wouldn’t mind. But after several glasses, when your mind gets easy and clouded at the same time, Linda finally declares what (as you suppose) was her initial goal. “You were a… pretty good mannequin” In Linda’s language, it must mean “really good”. “And I could use you further”. [[Is it a… job proposal?]]

“I had many mannequins…” - she starts. Does she mean - girls? “... but only a few met my requirements. You are one of those”. That must be an honor, you suppose… you are an honored slave!... Okay, girl, you are a bit drunk. Isn’t that what Linda wanted? “But you won’t earn much as my mannequin. I’d say, 10 a week”. 10 a week? At least 100, maybe? Or 1000, even better? “That’s not a job. I need a thing. A mannequin. Consider it more of a leasing contract” Are you that drunk or is she speaking some complete rubbish? [[Okay, it's KINKY rubbish. But still]].

“Instead, you will get good storage and all needed supplies. I mean, a room in my apartment and food”. So now you are working for food? That didn’t ever happen to you, even during your university years. “And of course, you’ll be properly, regularly and utterly fucked” - Linda says, putting her hand on your knee. That must be the wine, but something explodes in your head when Linda touches you, and because of that smoke you can’t think straight. “So what would you say?” [[You like the employment duties!]] [[This job is not for you]]

That’s nonsense! That’s ridiculous! That’s… what you want. So you say “yes” to Linda. And she… For several seconds she doesn’t say anything. Seems she wasn’t ready for that kind of answer. But then Linda retakes control of the situation… and yourself. “You are silly for sure, doll. And that’s good for a mannequin” - she smiles with a hunter’s eyes. You feel simultaneously comfortable and worried under this look. It’s a feeling of the prey that wants to be caught. But Linda doesn’t intend to catch you right now. She just takes a bottle of wine, fills both glasses and raises hers: “To your new position! Work position, I mean” - she says, but her eyes tell about some other positions she will put you into. You are more than ready for both meanings of the word. [[Clink glasses with Linda]]

She is sexy as hell. But, hell again, you aren’t ready for such career failure. You have some life plans. You still want to become somebody. Even while being a sex slave part-time. Linda is obviously ready for that kind of answer. “Okay, your point is taken… or would be taken, if you weren’t a mannequin…” Your heart skips a beat, when she says that. Is she going to… make you?... “... at least, until midnight” - she continues. Phew, she doesn’t intend to capture you. But some part of you is upset with it. “And I’ll make sure to put you into good use until then. [[Get under the table!]]”

Something clicks in your head - and you are her mannequin again. And It’s not a dinner date anymore, but your workday ending. So you must do what mannequins do: comply. You slowly (okay, you are still drunk a bit) get on all fours and crawl under the table. There you see your main inspiration and motivation for these days - Linda’s legs. Her long, pantyhosed legs… <img src="Pics/012_lindasits1.png"> ... and then she spreads them wide for you! She wears no panties, and even though it’s a bit dark under the table, you can easily see her rose… eesh, what made you so poetic? Is it wine? Anyway, you have a job to do. You could give her the same lick-your-feet performance you made yesterday, but you prefer to get straight to the business. The business that makes your mouth moisten in anticipation… well, not only your mouth. So you give her feet just several passionate kisses, and then go up… pass her knees… and finally you are here, between her legs. That’s your true reward for these crazy days. [[Take Linda’s pantyhose off]]

“What are you doing, doll?” - Linda suddenly asks, when you put your hands on her pantyhose’s waist. You immediately stop, confused with Linda’s question. Obviously, you were undressing her… “Leave it on. We are not that close, doll” - she says with a cold voice. Is it because you didn’t accept her job offer? You hope she will change her mind, so you kiss her pussy through the fabric, and try to put your hand into her pantyhose at the same time. But she slaps your hand with her palm pretty harshly. “I said - no! You are still my mannequin, and I won’t tolerate disobedience. You better not provoke me” - she sounds angry. Does she really want to be… licked through her pantyhose? Wow, that’s some kind of heavy fetish… or trust issues maybe. “What made you stop, doll? You have only 15 minutes until midnight. And I need my orgasm!” Well, whatever you think about Linda, she always gets what she wants. [[Give it to her]]

You lean to her pussy with your face and make a goood long lick on her lower lips. Linda shivers. Hell, she isn’t that cold. You can work with that! You give it another lick, and her pussy, even protected from your unworthy tongue by the pantyhose, moistens and scents… Today you smelled dozens of wet pantyhose. Most of them were yummy, some not. But only this scent, this taste sends you to heaven. Linda shouldn’t pour you any wine - her wetness makes you drunk even faster, even sweeter. You push your whole face between her legs, touching her fragranting pussy with your nose, your lips, even your soul itself. You want to drown in this scent, to get lost between these legs and never be back… But that’s not what Linda wants from you. “Hey, doll! Stop jacking around! There are 10 minutes left until midnight! [[Do your job!]]”

Yeah, you totally forgot about time. You just got drunk with wine, then with Linda’s scent… Okay, you lost focus again. Back to your duties! You gently put both palms on her pubis and spread Linda’s lips to dive deeper into her. This abyss is calling you, and you could… Stop dreaming, girl! Work your tongue! And that’s when you really start working. Your tongue goes up and down, right and left. You lick, suck and kiss the fabric of her pantyhose, struggling to make through it, to reach Linda’s hot and tasty pussy. Of course, you can’t get it for real, but your efforts make sense - Linda is now moaning, trembling and whispering something under your tongue. And her fluids… the pantyhose can’t hold them anymore, and you almost drink it from the fabric. Up and down. Does this Ice Queen finally melt? Hardly. But you do your best. Right and left. You must hurry. You must make her cum until midnight, before this night is over and you turn back from her mannequin into the pumpkin. [[Work it!]]

You lick and kiss her pussy, until your tongue gets sore. And even after that. Faster! Faster! You have only several minutes to midnight, But you feel you can make it in time. Because Linda doesn’t whisper anymore - she roars and swears. “That’s it, doll! A bad mannequin, but a good licker! Go on! Maybe I should keep you as my pussy-licker forever?” Oh, that would be fantastic, Mistress. “Nope, stupid cunt. You are not worth it. You are only allowed to lick my dirty pantyhose. That’s all you can do. You got it?” “Mmmph, mmhpss” - you moan with your tongue out, licking her lips through the fabric. “Yeah, I like it when you don’t talk, just moan. Dolls shouldn’t……” You can’t hear the end of her phrase, because she suddenly squeezes your head between her goddess-legs, covering your ears. [[You don’t need to hear anything now]].

The only sound you can distinguish now is her pulse, beating in her legs which squeeze your head tighter and tighter. Or is it your own pulse? Did your pulses mix into the single one? Linda moves her hips rhythmically back and forth, pushing your head deeper between them, never letting it out. You feel used. She just uses your tongue, your head as a vibrator! That’s your higher purpose. Back and forth, Mistress. Back and forth. And then she thrusts her legs together so tight that you are afraid she could kill you… and you suddenly hear the clock bell. 1…2…3… Linda convulses with the sounds of a bell, crying her moans out. 4…5…6… She eases her legs grip around your head, and you kneel before her under the table. 7…8…9… You watch her cumming, shivering with the inside ecstasy. 10…11…12… She suddenly pushes you with her leg, and you fall on the floor. [[That’s the place for a used sex-toy]].

You take a minute to rest under her table. There’s no word about making you cum too. You are already well-fed with this dinner and her orgasm. You are wet, sweaty, exhausted. And happy to helped your Owner cum finally. That’s a pity she doesn’t own you anymore. “Get out from there, doll” - Linda says in several minutes, when she finally catches her breath. You crawl from under the table and [[see her sitting at the same stool and enjoying a glass of wine]].

“Oh, sorry for that word. You aren’t my doll anymore. But when you were, several minutes before… that was pretty good. Thank you for… that” Her voice is almost warm, but you feel out in the cold. Is that… all? “Do you need a taxi?” Yeah, that’s all, definitely. You tell Linda you want to walk a bit, and she takes you to the door. “Now you learned to love pantyhose, didn’t you?” You remember the first time you rushed into her store, and smile. “And mind to sell me your used pantyhose if you want to make some money” - Linda reminds you. Does she always think about business and pantyhose? You promise her to drop by, and then [[leave Linda’s apartment]].

The night is dark and warm. The night is calm as you finally are. You are free from your debt to Linda. Free from your gangster pursuers. But not from your fantasies about everything that happened. Or could have happened. So when finally home, you tie yourself up with all the pantyhose you can find. You lay on the bed, touching yourself and dreaming. What if you had decided to approach your pursuer instead of running away from him? What if you had hidden in Linda’s storeroom? Or accepted her job offer?... This last thought makes you cum. Not as brightly as you did before, but this orgasm is the one you needed. And then you [[fall asleep immediately, even not bothering to untie yourself]].

The next day you head to your work as if nothing happened. But it did happen. And the memories of being naked, bound, helpless, humiliated, fucked - they haunt you everywhere. So just in a week you shut your mouth again with a big red ball-gag, stuff your pussy with a vibrating bullet and cuff your hands. Being a slave is your higher purpose. So where will you go? [[To the hypermarket]] [[To a bank]]

Linda empties her glass to the bottom with several sips. Well, she surely is nervous, even if she doesn’t show that. And for some reason, it feels nice. Your Ice Queen has some kind of a heart. Then she stands up and approaches you with a strange light in her eyes. You try to predict her next actions. Will she make you lick her toes? Put her pantyhose on your head? Gag you?... “Let’s dance” - she says, giving you her hand. Now it’s your turn not to be ready. Dance? Like, two equals? Two girls on a date? While these thoughts rush through your head, Linda turns on a nice song on her phone. A rock ballad… something familiar, you just can’t remember who the singer is… “Honey, turn off your head. Just give me a dance”. [[You could never say no to this woman]]

You take her hand and stand up. That’s not what you expected… or even dreamed of. But it is happening anyway. <img src="Pics/012_holdinghands1.png"> Linda puts her other hand on your waist, and you, after some hesitation, do the same with her waist. Or should you have put your hand on her shoulder?... You have no idea. You never danced with a girl. Fucked, yes, but never danced. “Relax, honey, everything is okay” - Linda whispers into your ear and holds you tighter. Her warm breath and gentle touch on your waist really help. Why are you worrying at all? Everything is fine… and strange. [[Why does she act like that?]]

You give a quick kiss on her lips, and when you recoil, her lips smile. “A brave little mannequin”, - she says, - “That’s against my rules, but…” She kisses you back! <img src="Pics/012_lindakiss1.png"> You can’t even describe her taste. But now you’re sure: she isn’t made of ice. She is more of mulled wine that can warm up a snowy night: a red Cabernet, some spice, and a heat that melts your mouth. The next moment you two are laying on the floor kissing. She is on you, and her lips go down from your neck… Linda explores your body, as if she hasn’t fucked it before. But maybe she really hasn’t? You were just a mannequin doll for her. But now… what are you for her now? But that’s not a moment for thinking about that. Or any thinking at all. It’s time to act! As Linda’s doll, you had to follow her orders. But now… You gain all your strength not to melt completely under her kisses - and then suddenly turn and get on top of her! Linda isn’t ready for this, so you make a quick kissing invasion onto her neck, her shoulders, her upper breast… And when she is relaxed and can’t defend herself, you go down and [[remove her pantyhose fast!]]

A scar. A thin scar goes along her inner leg. You see it when you take Linda’s pantyhose off. Is it why Linda always covers her legs? Hiding this mark on her skin? You gently kiss the scar, and Linda shivers. “Please, don’t…” You always follow her orders. She is in charge, and you are her doll. She says - and you obey. But not this time. For some reason, you know that you should keep kissing the scar. “I said, don’t…” CLAP! Your palm lays on Linda’s mouth, sealing it. And you keep kissing the tender skin of her leg around the scar. And then your palm gets wet. What is it, is Linda crying? [[It’s okay, Mistress…]]

You know you could stop and dry her tears. But there’s a better way to cope with them. Kissing her scar, you go up her leg and finally get to her pussy. Your trophy. Your reward for these days. Unshielded, unprotected with any pantyhose. All yours to take. And it is as wet as her face. You slowly kiss her rose. You are much more confident now than you were when kissing her upper lips. But still you are a bit nervous again. And as before, she answers. Still crying, Linda moves her hips toward you, pressing her pussy against your lips. Sealing this kiss. She tastes different here. Different from anything you tasted before. This is the taste that could feed your hunger. [[Keep kissing Linda]]

Linda’s body shivers and moves under yours, answering to your lips and palms moves. Tears keep flowing down her face under your palm, but she doesn’t sob anymore, just moan. Her knees raise around your head, that is still between her legs. That’s a perfect place for you. Soon she’ll thrust your head with these knees, sealing it, making you kiss and lick faster, and then… No. Suddenly Linda arches her back, moans quietly - and then just gets still. You even look at her face to make sure she is okay. She is. Her mascara is all over her face, flown by her tears. But she is fine. Calm as you’ve never seen her before. You lay on the floor next to Linda, and she looks at you. “Thank you. I needed that” - she says with a deep voice. You aren’t sure you should, but can’t help asking her about the scar. [[Does she wear the pantyhose to cover it?]]

Linda reads your mind and whispers again into your ear. “Your workday is over. Your job contract starts tomorrow morning. So for now you aren’t my mannequin… just my guest”. That’s something new from Linda. You didn’t expect her to be like that. Or is it just wine that melted her ice armor? Okay, at least one thing has melted for sure: your body. Because Linda’s soft-for-now hand is traveling across your waist and sometimes lays on your butt, her other hand is holding yours, her chest is pressing against your erected nipples… You feel like you could just drain to the floor because of this tenderness. And just one thing holds you standing. An urge. A wish. You couldn’t do that as a mannequin. But maybe now…? [[Kiss Linda]]

“No, silly”, - Linda gives you a warm smile, - “I wear pantyhose because it’s beautiful. Stylish. Sexy. I just love it”. Then her face becomes thoughtful. “And I loved the girl that gave me that scar. She was my bottom. And a biker”. Oh no. Did they… get into some road accident and that girl…? Linda looks at your worried face and reassures you. “She’s alive, don’t worry. Yeah, we crashed on her motorbike once. But that was long before she cheated on me”. So that’s what made Linda that cold and distant? She is scared to become too close and then to be left again? Linda puts on a smile. “Don’t worry, doll. I overcame that pretty well. You just… touched the old wound. But that’s nothing”. That isn’t nothing, for sure. And looking at Linda, you swear to yourself that you won’t ever cheat on her. And you want her to know that. [[“Once I sign that contract, you’ll be my sole owner. Of course, unless you want to sell your mannequin”]].

Linda’s smile says everything. And she doesn’t need to say anything else - which she doesn’t. That night you sleep together in her king-sized bed. Your leg touches Linda’s one, naked, unpantyhosed, and it feels wonderful. But in the morning she is all made-up and businesslike again. There’s just a hint of yesterday’s candor in her eyes. But it’s enough for you. Linda serves you both a breakfast. You get a bowl of cereal, a mug of hot coffee… and a contract. <img src="Pics/012_breakfast1.png"> You are really hungry after the night with Linda. But your hunger for becoming her doll is even stronger. So you make a sip of steaming coffee and [[take the papers]].

“You aren’t that patient, doll” - Linda says approvingly, sitting at the table beside you. Right back at her! Isn’t Linda the one who wrote this contract, printed it and even placed your name in it before you even woke up? So all you need to do is to put your signature… Not before you read it! What is before your eyes, isn’t a job offer. It is a leasing contract. The main article is about you granting your own body to be used as a mannequin in Linda’s store. The pay isn’t 10 a week, as she told you before. She raised it to 11! How remarkably generous of her... You consider it as an obvious pun, and Linda’s smile confirms it. But jokes aside. These papers will really bind you. The next articles are about different ways of the mannequin’s usage. It includes, but isn’t limited to (yeah, that’s what the contract says): - demonstrating different types of pantyhose and lingerie - serving as a hanger Just reading this list makes you fidget in your seat. Is it really happening to you? [[Keep on reading]]

- entertaining the customers Judging by what you've already been through, it could mean ANYTHING. That’s not how you draw up a contract… unless you are a submissive girl that wants to be made anything with. - serving as a footstool Well, that’s something new. Linda hasn’t used you that way… but you are looking forward to it! Okay, what’s next? - giving a foot massage - giving a fucking good pussy-lick Hey, Linda really liked that! Okay, then there are many more fucking good pussy-licks for her ahead! All these mannequin’s duties are printed on the paper. But then there is one more, and it is hand-written, as if Linda added it in the last moment: - kissing [[Wow. Knowing Linda, that means a lot]]

Kissing a mannequin? That makes no sense in Linda’s universe. Unless you are something more for her. You look at her, but she doesn’t say anything. She’s just waiting for your decision. That’s a moment when you could, theoretically, change your mind. But in practice… you can’t wait to get some practice with your Owner. Especially when she can become something more to you. You just need to sign the contract. But that’s not just a signature, right? It’s… more. And you suddenly want to make it a little more… memorable. That’s why you ask Linda for her pantyhose. Of course, she is a bit surprised, but anyway walks to the drawer and takes one out. Now you know where to get more! But that wasn’t your goal, obviously… Linda gives pantyhose to you and sits back on her stool, looking a bit puzzled. What are you going to do? [[Take the pantyhose and get on your knees]]

Erm, you haven’t come up with anything special, really. It is even stupid, if you think about it. But that’s what you do: you get on your knees. You sign the contract. You kiss her foot. And then you wrap her pantyhose around both your head and Linda’s leg, tying them together. As a symbol of your devotion and submission. As a metaphor of your strange relationship, binded by pantyhose. Linda doesn’t say anything. Yeah, that was a stupid idea, as you said before… But then you hear her breathing deeply. Linda stays silent, but her feet under your lips shivers. You don’t move or do anything. You want to remember this moment as it is. You just keep pressing your lips to her foot. You can’t stop it - you are attached to her, in all meanings. You hear the car pass by in the street behind the window. Some bird sings in the tree. And you just keep silently kissing your Owner’s feet. And then Linda finally speaks up. “I… nearly came. You know what that means?” [[Maybe that meant she felt the same as you did?]]

“That means you’ll have to help me cum for real today. But not now, unfortunately. We’re getting late for the store opening”. Of course you’ll help her. That’s your duty now, set in the contract. “Aaand that meant some other things. But I won’t disclose them, so you don’t get snooty”. These words add you wings… the strange wings that keep you to the ground, near Linda’s feet. “And now.. you won’t hear that often, but - untie yourself, doll”. You comply obediently. That’s her first order for you as a 100% hers mannequin, after all. There’ll be many more. Some of them won’t be easy, for sure. But you believe you can do anything Linda commands you. Because you are strong. Obedient. And - who are you kidding - a bit silly. As a good mannequin should be. **THE END** Well, that's just one of many "ends"! Want to find others? [[Get back to the city]] Or use a shortcut to: [[deciding if the bank should be saved|Oh my! They talk about bank robbery!]] / [[weighing Lanceston's offer|Talents? What talents does he mean?]] / [[choosing a place to hide from the pursuer|you don’t feel lucky enough for this]] / [[dealing with Linda's offer|You freeze frightened]] / [[becoming a living hanger or not|So every woman entering the store will see you naked?]] / [[considering Linda's job offer|Okay, it's KINKY rubbish. But still]] Stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  

“But you aren’t free yet. I own your body for several more hours until midnight”. Yeah, and at midnight your carriage will turn back into a pumpkin… Okay, that’s a wrong fairytale. Yours tells about the Ice Queen, that could melt someday… but you are still working on it. So, what was she saying about using your body?... “I want to celebrate the good sales” - Linda looks around, - “But not here. I’m little tired of this store” You bet! “Get dressed, we are heading to my place. Can’t I take work home?” - she says with a gorgeous smile. [[She can do whatever she wants, you think]].

Linda stuffs the pantyhose into your mouth. That doesn’t satisfy her, so she adds one more, making your cheeks look huge, and your face - pathetic. And you just stand obediently before her and think that you’d better taste HER pantyhose in your mouth. But it’s not yours to decide. Pathetic for real you are. After that she pulls one more pantyhose on your face and head. You are used to this already, so don’t show surprise, even when she pulls the fabric further down, covering your neck and even shoulders. That’s some really stretchy nylons! Then Linda takes the other trouser-leg of your pantyhose-mask as a leash and leads you to your pedestal. And you reeeally love that! But even your euphorically deep breaths, coming through the pantyhose gag, can’t change Linda’s cold attitude - she stays silent. Soon you become silent too - Linda ties one more pantyhose around your mouth, making sure the stuffed gag won’t fall out. It wouldn’t anyway, because of the pantyhose mask covering your whole face… and because you won’t spit the gag. You try to be a good slave. But Linda obviously lost some faith in you, because she ties the legs of pantyhose really tight around your head. Or maybe she just wants to hurt you? [[Can’t blame her for that]].

And she isn’t done with you yet. Linda puts your arms behind your back and ties your wrists with another one pantyhose. How many did she use already? You try to count and lose track, when she adds another pantyhose-bond on your elbows… Then it’s time for more dress-up. Another pantyhose goes on your head, but this time it’s bigger and more stretchy, so Linda manages to pull it down to your chest, and then even to your belly, covering your whole upper-body. Shit, you are a pantyhose half-mummy now! And as many other mummies, you’ll obviously be displayed. Soon the first visitors will come to this little museum of beauty and depravity… Meantime, Linda looks inspired: she binds you again, this time under your tits, to make them even more remarkable. Oh, Mistress, you flatter me! Another nylon bind goes around your knees. And the last one bounds your ankles. And it is tight, so you have to move your feet close… That makes standing still much harder, and for a second you lose your balance… but quickly recover it. [[You won’t fall before your Owner!]]

Linda makes a step back and observes you with a strange smile. Not as an artist looking at his masterpiece sculpture. More of an arachne enjoying the view of the swaddled fly before eating it. You shiver under this look and move your hands and legs a little, trying your binds. Of course, they are tight, and you state it with your muffled moan. Not because you don’t like this bondage, but conversely, because you do. And a bit more - because you hope Linda likes you that way too. Linda looks like she appreciates your efforts to entertain her. “Wanna me to add an extra layer, whore?” She hasn’t called you that before. And if you moan “yes”, you’ll just confirm you are a whore. And that would be absolutely correct. [[Moan out loud as a fucking whore]]

“Mmmmmmmmphs!!” “I get it, whore. You want that” She approaches you with another pantyhose in her hands. “And you love it when I call you a whore?” “Mmmphs, mmphs!” “Yeah, no good girl would be wearing those crazy pantyhose. Especially on her head. That’d be a whore trying to impress her clients. Just like you. So here you go. Put on another one” Linda stretches the pantyhose’s leg and puts it on your head. You bow down willingly to help her, and she pulls the fabric down, trapping your shoulders, chest and bound-behind-you hands in this whore-suit of yours. “That’s right, doll. But [[do remember two things]]”

She leans to you ear and whispers: “Whores always get fucked…” Oh hell. You are already good and ready and wet for that… HEY! Linda suddenly grabs you by the neck, so you lose your breath. “... but that’s not for them to decide, when!” She harshly releases you, and you almost lose your balance. Those legs binds! “Keep that in a pretty little pumpkin you call your head. And now - [[get ready for the fun!]]”

Linda opens the store’s doors, and soon the first woman comes in. And then the second. And the third… The fourth... They all look different, as you see through the pantyhose layer on your eyes. <img src="Pics/012_customers.png"> Two of the customers are maybe just uni students. But another one is more of a housewife. The short-haired (and a bit drunk?) girl in a bright-red coat could come right from her all-night party. And another one, blonde and tall, looks at you menacingly. Why would she? When a dozen women gather in the store, Linda makes a little greeting speech. “You know, I always thought of our “trade-in” days as of girls’ night-out. Or a pajama party. When you just chat, pillow fight and so on. And while I don’t have any pillows, sorry for that, there’s another action game to entertain you. I call it smack-a-mannequin!” Linda approaches you and smacks your butt. “Greet our customers, doll!” [[Mmmmph!]]

“That’s right. So, my mannequin is tightly bound with pantyhose you can find in my store. And the fabric is real strong. Can you tear it up, doll?” You try to get free. You try it for real, but these pantyhose binds are inescapable. “See, girls, my goods are reliable. On the other hand, this mannequin isn’t that good, so I humbly ask you to help me punish it”. A murmur runs through the group of customers. Of course, this isn’t what they are used to. Neither you are. “Don’t worry, girls, my mannequin wouldn’t mind a little punishment. Moreover, she would enjoy it. She lives for it. Don’t you, doll?” The whole situation is really strange. But being bound and humiliated before a little crowd of beautiful women… Well, that has some effect on you. Linda knows that. She puts her hand on your crotch as though she owns you (which is so) and immediately finds what she’s looking for. “What a perverted mannequin I have! She is already wet!” You aren’t asked to, but suddenly you get an urge to humiliate yourself even further. Say it! [[“I’m a wet whore…”]]

“Mmm mm wmph mhr!” - that’s what everyone hears from your gagged mouth. Pathetic. But that’s enough: women in the store start to laugh and discuss you with their neighbors. You hear them saying words like “slut”, “slave” and “i’d have such girl for my own”. Well, these last words - you could misheard them, because you're getting wetter any second, and it's not helping you think straight. Meanwhile, Linda gets the crowd’s attention again. This time she is holding several pantyhose in her hands. “So I encourage you all to smack this bitch with a strong pantyhose. Like this!” - Linda says, giving you a nice buttslap, - “Of course, girls, you aren’t obliged to, but - why won’t have fun?” At first, nobody makes the first step. But then, that evil tall blonde receives a pair of pantyhose from Linda and approaches you. <img src="Pics/012_cynthia2.png"> [[Squeeze your buttocks!]]

SLAP!! That comes completely unexpected. She doesn’t slap your butt. She hits your face with that pantyhose - so harshly, that you nearly fall on your ass! From this sudden pain and disgrace, you even shed several tears, and they immediately soak into your pantyhose mask. “You like it, bitch?” - says the blonde, grinning at you. “She loves to be called a whore”, - Linda prompts. “Indeed?” - the blonde looks excited and slaps you again - “Do you like that, whore?” You know what you should say. As a good bad girl. As a whore, already wet because of humiliation and slapping. Come on, it’s easy. [[“Thhnkphs mmu…”]]

These words (okay, not words, gagged whores like you don’t talk, they mumble) come as a bombshell. The one that blows up the dam, and now all water runs to you. By water, you mean the women that surround you with pantyhoses in their hands. Slap! Slap! Slap! Some smacks are light, as if the girls are shy… or they are still finding the range. Others are notable. And they all make you humilitianingly wetter. Because you are helpless and tightly bound. All you can do is just moan when the slap hits you hard, or stick out your ass when you want more. Because [[you secretly do, you whore]].

But the slaps by that blonde stand aside from others. They are malicious! She slaps not only your face. Your butt, your tits, your crotch are good enough for her too. You feel strangely proud of that. The blonde smacks you as if she wants to beat all the crap out of you… or out of herself? Because after the tenth or twelfth slap (what a good slave you are for counting them!), looking sweaty and washed-out, she shouts at you: “Got it, whore? Got it?” And when you mumble something like “Thm whmomr gmmopht mt”, she sits down on the floor completely exhausted. Linda sits next to her and they talk about something, and then the blonde leaves the store with a bag full of pantyhose. But other women aren’t going to stop. And you have to [[outlive this punishment]]…

You were really hoping to endure it. But the slaps are getting harder, your ass - more and more red and aching, and the women are getting a taste. “Your name is Whore, right?” “Mmphs!” Smack! “And you love getting tied up and fucked by dirty cocks?” “Mmmphs!” Slap! “Or to lick big wet pussies?” “Mmmmmmmphs!” Slap! Slap! Slap! The last slap hits so hard that you lose your mind for a moment. Your brain is suddenly like - no more pain! You must fight or flight! And obviously, you [[try to flight, like a weak pussy you are]].

But your legs are bound tightly, so you can’t do any running - just jumping off your pedestal and looking around hunted. The women stop slapping you: they obviously didn’t suppose you could try to run. Your jump even seems to dispel the fog in their heads a bit, and now they see you as a frightened woman, not a slave to slap. So this all could have ended there - if not for Linda’s encouraging voice. “The game is still on, ladies. You just have to chase the runaway mannequin before smacking it. And remember - no touching with hands, just pantyhose slaps!” At least, thanks for this, Linda. Do you regret not agreeing to become her pantyhose-hanger for this day? Well, that’s not the time to think about it. [[Jump away!]]

You make tiny jumps through the store. Slow. Pathetic. Wet. But you don’t care. You think, if you get to that little storeroom, maybe you’ll be able to lock yourself there somehow… <img src="Pics/012_mummy1.png"> But the view of your running-away ass awakens womens’ hunting drive… “Where are you going, whore?” “There are many more slaps waiting for you!” “Come back here as a slut you are!” You know what humiliates you the most? Your urge to obey them. To jump back, to stick out your ass and to endure more slaps. Because you really are the whore they are calling for. You love to be treated like that. So yeah, you would submit to them, unless you were already beaten as hell. But they aren’t just yelling. They are chasing their prey. Too slow prey… Slap! The first woman reaches you and puts your ass on fire. Smack! The second girl comes from the left, and her pantyhose whip tears your tit. Hell, your nipple hurts… … and your pussy is soaking. But still, [[try to escape]]

You double your speed in a hopeless attempt to reach the storeroom. But then the third woman appears in front of you. She twists her pantyhose like a lasso - and you freeze like a deer in the car lights. A confused one, which isn’t sure if it wants to be caught and fucked... The woman uses that pause and strikes your crotch. And that’s how it all ends for you. Her slap is both painful and overstimulating. So suddenly all your arousal, all your wetness gathers in one point between your legs. And it explodes so fucking bright, that the shockwave throws you onto the floor, where you twitch in convulsions. Twitch like a bitch. Twitch like a bitch. Hell, what’s going through your head? Contused, you hear, as if through cotton, Linda congratulating the “winner” and saying her good-byes to the others. And then her footsteps get close. Even in this pitiful state, you [[try to make a moan for your Owner]].

“Mmpph!” - that’s all you can mumble. But it seems enough for Linda. She looks delighted. “Look at you! Such a whore laying on the dirty floor in her own puddle!” “Mmmmph!” “You did a good job of entertaining my guests. Maybe we should call it a day and set you free? I don’t really need you for the next part…” That would be nice, because you are too exhausted to do anything… “But wait! I have a stunning idea!” “Mmmmmm…” “Shut up, doll! You are mine for this day” [[You are hers for this day]]

Through your pantyhose-mask you see Linda taking off the GIRLS ONLY DAY banner from the display window. Here comes the new one - it says THAT’S FOR YOU, BOYS! The first one to come to the store is a boy for real. Well, not too young - he is maybe 19 or 20 something, but still. He looks like an average university student - light-brown hair, quite handsome face, white shirt, blue jeans. Not a nerd, not a bully. Average. <img src="Pics/012_teen2.png"> But Linda greets him as if he was her dearest customer. “Come in, sir! Don’t be shy!” Well, he doesn’t look shy to you. That look he put on your mummified body laying on the floor… you can feel it on your skin. In many places. “You know, sir, you can just buy a used pantyhose and walk away. But…” There’s something in her voice… about you. “I don’t usually do this. But this mannequin you see is bad, and I’m going to throw it right into the trash”. [[What??]]

The "trash" is a metaphor, right? Right?... “We both know what you need this pantyhose for. But today you have a unique chance to do the same, but with a real girl. For an extra cost, of course” She means you?! The looks that the boy gives you are now aching on your skin. “Sir, by your facial expression I see you don’t get it straight. No, you can’t fuck this girl”. Phew. Not that you don’t like handsome young boys, but that would be too much for this day. As for the boy, he looks obviously disappointed. And you can’t blame him. “You should treat this doll the same as you treat those pantyhose you buy. You can cum on her, that’s all” [[Cum on you?...]]

Linda obviously gets the boy’s attention back… as she gets yours too. “So the rule is the same as for the girls that were here before - no hands! Or other parts of your body. Other than that - she is yours”. She is selling you! Or renting you out, to be correct… “And to encourage your imagination… the girls I told you about, they were here, like, ten minutes ago. And they were slapping this whore with pantyhose. Because she loves that”. Linda sure knows how to sell. But to be honest, her merchandise sells itself. A pretty whore all-pantyhosed, bound and wet… who would neglect it? Surely [[you won’t refuse yourself too, if you were in that boy’s place]].

“Yeah, I’ll take her”. “Good choice”. Wait… and that’s all? Your Owner just rented your body out for a complete stranger? That’s your first time. And you secretly awaited, maybe, fanfares and shit. But no, it happened prosily. A whore sold - a whore fucked. Nothing poetic, just business. “Whore, stop mumbling! - that’s Linda - “And be sure to entertain your client!” [[Yes, Maam!]]

“Please bring the doll to the changing room, would you? For your… session. She is too tired to walk”. “Sure”. The boy approaches you, looking really happy. “And once you’re in there, no touching! I’ll know that anyway, and there’ll be… consequences!” But while you both aren’t in the changing room, he has to touch you, hasn’t he? So while lifting you into the air, the boy grabs your butt possessively, and Linda closes her eyes to it. Boy, he’s strong! Your client (hell, that sounds strange, but you can get over it) carries you as if you weren’t taller and heavier than him. [[The boy has some might in him!]]

Still holding you, the boy opens the door to the changing room with his leg and… stops for a moment. The room doesn’t have anything like the bed or something - just a stool. Well, that's the changing room, what did you expect? Luckily, Linda appears in the doorway. “Oh, just lay the doll on the floor! She’s used to that”. Obviously, you aren’t an upmarket whore... “Besides, it gives you easier access to all her… strategic points”. The boy complies to lay you on the floor, and Linda leaves: [[“Have fun!”]]

Here you are - lying on the not-so-clean floor of the changing room. Wearing just your bra and panties - oh, and several layers of pantyhose. They cover your body and head. They bind your hands and legs. They make you an easy prey. Make you look sexy and kinky. Hell, you learned to love pantyhose for real! “So you’re a whore?” The boy’s voice brings you back to reality. Here he is - standing above you. And that means it’s not your fantasy anymore. Not a game. It’s for real. You’re a real whore. “Wanna see my dick, whore? You want it?” He’s obviously nervous, even though trying to hide it. But well, it’s not everyday he can cum on such a pretty girl laying before him! And you can just keep laying, and that’ll be okay, he’ll get his orgasm anyway. Or you can give the boy something to remember… and to jerk on, later, when he does it without you. Isn’t that what good whores do? [[Moan for the boy]]

“Shhmm mmph mmt”! - you mumble and wiggle on the floor, as if you were on heat. Well, maybe you are, a bit. “Show you? Okay, whore, glad you asked!” Thanks to your encouragement, his voice gets firmier. Deeper. Manlier. Your first client unzips his fly and extracts his cock. It isn’t that easy, because it’s already erected enough… yeah. It is. Now you see it. <img src="Pics/012_dick1.png"> To tell the truth, his cock isnt big nor small. It’s just normal. Shaved. A bit crooked. But somehow it’s… nice. Yeah, you like it. On the other hand, maybe it’s because you are naked and bound on the floor… and are MADE to look at his meat? Like an obedient whore you are?... You feel your own breaths getting deeper. And the boy sees it too. “You love my cock, don’t you, slut? You love how big it is?” [[“Mmmmphs!”]]

“Well, that’s too bad you can’t have it!” “Mmmpph…” Now he rubs his dick, standing above you. “Yeah, whores usually get cocks. That’s what you are made for, right? Getting fucked in all your holes”. That’s definitely what you are made for, you think, gazing at the pussy breaker in his hands. Its movements hypnotize you… “But sometimes there is a whore so filthy that he doesn’t deserve cock. Men just don’t want to get dirty while fucking her…” He’s talking about you, slut. And he keeps stroking his dick. Up and down. Up and down. You can’t take your eyes off it. “Know what they do then? They tie her up. Throw her on the floor. And jerk off on her. Are you that kind of a whore?” [[“Mmpphs...”]]

“Yes, you are… You are that fucking dirty whore. Just a napkin to wipe my cock off cum. Nothing more” Fuck, that’s not fair! You didn’t want his cock, but now you do! He leans and waves his musky-scenting bat before your face. “Nah, you can’t have it! Don’t deserve it!” His breath gets as fast as yours. Several drops of sweat come down his forehead. He is close! He will get his orgasm, and you won’t! “Okay, slut, I could give you a favor. But it would be our secret. Got it?” You nod eagerly. “But to get this cock, you must [[beg for it…]]”

“Mmmmmplsss!... mmmmmm! … mmmmphs… mmmm!” You move your hips up and down. You moan. You even cry… You are such a pathetic whore that craves for cock. The boy looks up at you with lust and a shadow of disgust. Then he stands above you, looking so fucking dominating, and your head is somewhere between his legs. And then he bends over and suddenly slaps your cheek with his cock! “Shut up, whore!” He takes you by surprise, and you really get still. And he slaps you with his cock again. “I see now they gagged you for a reason. Such a pathetic whining slut you are”. Yes, you are. Because you [[eagerly wait for the next slap by his cock]].

Smack! She slaps you again, and a drop of his precum tears down your pantyhosed cheek. You don’t moan, don’t whine. You lay under him submissively. Your head is just maybe 10 inches under his balls and cock. And the boy strokes it faster and faster. “Now I like you more. Just a silent cum-dumpster, nothing more! Yes!.. Yes!...” Then the boy twitches, moans and pokes his cock somewhere near your gagged lips… and you finally feel it on your face: his hot, stinky cum… But you can’t do anything with it. It just goes down your pantyhose-mask, teasing you. Unreachable for your bound hands to wipe off. Unreachable for your mouth to swallow. As if it wasn’t enough, the boy wipes his dick off sperm with the fabric on your face. Now your cheeks, your forehead scent with him. You feel marked. But he just stands up as if nothing happened and waves you goodbye. “Was nice to meet you, whore”. The boy leaves the room, and you just stare at the door he closed behind himself. [[What was that?]]

How the hell did he do that? He wasn’t allowed to touch you. But he turned it out as if it was you who was banned from it - and then made you beg. And you did beg. But didn’t get an orgasm. Just his cum on your face which has dried up already. You feel used. Turned on and not given a release. Is it how dirty whores feel? You like it. But enough reflecting. [[Greet your next client!...]]

… After the seventh or eighth client you lose track of time. Lose track of clients number. Lose track of anything except your urge to cum. They don’t give it to you. The boy was the only one who dared to touch you. And you feel grateful for him now. Because the ones that come after the boy just stand above you and jerk off. Some of them are tall, some are fat. Some are handsome, most aren’t. Some moan when they masturbate, some are quiet until the climax. It doesn’t matter to you anymore. You feel like a real cheap whore servicing clients one by one. Your only duties are to receive their sperm on your body and to [[moan when asked to]].

“Are you a whore?” Mmmph. “You should be raped in all three holes!” Mmph! “You like it when cum is pouring out from your ripped ass?” Mmmph!! “You should jump into the tank of cum!” Mmmmph!... Wait, what? But yeah, you really would, if that would help you cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. They release their cum onto your crotch. Onto your tits. But they like to cum on your face the most. And you like that too. The pantyhoses that cover your body are wet from their sperm. It dries on the fabric, becoming your armor. Crusty and stinky one. Soon you close your eyes, because the sperm pours into them. That makes you even more helpless before clients - you are not only bound and gagged, but blindfolded with a crust of sperm on your pantyhose mask. But that’s not only their cum that makes your skin wet. Your pussy is dripping too, and if any of these men just touched it, you could cum. But they don’t. [[And it makes you crazy]].

You don’t even feel like a whore anymore. You’re something worse. Cheaper. Dirtier. Lower. Just a cum dumpster. You’re like a toilet bowl, but for sperm. Disgusting. You realize it when the next man enters the room. You can’t see him, cause you are cum-blinded. But you hear him being quiet for several seconds - obviously, he is considering you. And then he says: “Nope, I pass” and leaves the room. Hell, there was a ton of disgust in his voice. After that, nothing happens for several minutes. And then [[you hear Linda’s heels entering the changing room]].

“Fuck!...” Yes, you could use a good old fuck. Would she?... “What a filth…” Nope, she wouldn’t. “When I allowed them to jerk off on you, I didn’t realize they would drown you in their cum…” Neither did you. But that wasn’t for you to decide. But hell, if you were asked - would you have done it again? Don’t answer, you whore. You already know that. Linda suddenly tears the pantyhose mask off your head, and you see her face. She is disgusted. “You know, I meant to fuck you before throwing you out. But nope. There’s no way I fuck this cum-pig”. She turns on her heels and leaves the room. [[No! Wait!!]]

She can’t abandon you like that! You can be a cum-pig, she is right, but you earned this orgasm! You made a lot of money for Linda today. You were a very good whore, you were the top-slut! Please… “Mmmmph!” - that’s all you can shout through your gagged mouth. That’s all you can do. Is it really all? Because you know what they say: if you can’t walk toward your goal - at least, crawl to it! [[Crawl to chase Linda]]

You strain all the muscles of your bound body and crawl. That isn’t easy while bound so tight and exhausted so hard. But when the orgasm awaits, everything is possible for a slut like you. You manage to get to the changing room’s door. Then you push it with your head, and luckily it opens easily. Let’s get going! … okay, crawling. Why didn’t you see how dirty the store’s floor was? Maybe it’s because of all the crowds of men and women that were here today… And now you collect the filth from their shoes with your pantyhose suit. The dirt sticks easily to the sperm stains, and soon your crotch and your tits turn into something disgusting. And you are still getting wet from the whole situation. You are a really fucked-up whore. But more of the filthy worm… a whorm?… led by the fuck instinct, crawling toward the cashier desk and leaving a trace of dirt and sperm on the floor. [[That’s who you are]].

Linda, who was doing some paperwork at the cashier desk, finally sees you. And she gets disgusted even more than she was. “What a whore! Do you have any self-respect?” “Nn-nmmph” “Yeah, that’s what I see. Fuck, you became even more dirty, you pig”. “Ymmph…” “And you would do anything for that orgasm?” “Yyymph!!” “Okay, I’ll give it to you. But after that you comply with everything I say. Got it?” “Thhhnkmphss!” “Yeah, you are welcome. Okay, get up from the floor and lean down onto that bench. I’ll take you from behind. Your back is a bit cleaner…” That’s so humiliating to hear her prosily talking about how she’s gonna fuck you... [[But you need that more than life]]

Linda leaves for the storeroom, And you exert your last strength to stand up, leaning on the wall by your spine and head. Nailed it! Then you jump towards the bench Linda showed you. Hell, just several hours ago you were jumping there, escaping from girls with pantyhose whips. And now - look at you!... well, you wouldn’t look. You bow down and lay your head and tits on the bench, when Linda comes back. You look back and see an impressive big black strap-on on her hips. Wow. If that’s what whores get, then you surely should apply. <img src="Pics/012_strapon1.png"> Linda approaches you and casually cuts the pantyhose on your ass with a scissors. Impatiently, you spread your bound legs as wide as you can… and she enters your pussy with a single thrust! [[FUCK! Now you see stars!]]

You nearly cum from this invasion… … but then Linda doesn’t bother to make any more moves. She just stands behind you with her black strap-on in your pussy. “I won’t touch you with my hands, whore. So if you wanna get fucked, you should do it on your own”. Fuck yourself? Well, that’s not the worst a whore like you could do. You slowly move your hips forward, extracting the rubber member from your fucking drowning pussy… and then move yourself back, impaling your hole on the strap-on again. Fuuuck! You dreamed about it the whole day! “Faster, whore! I don’t have all night!” You are the slave to her words. Your moves become faster, the strap-on goes in and out with a wet smacking. Your knees tremble, but you know you must do it. Faster! Faster! Fuck yourself, whore! [[Fuck yourself!]]

The whole day runs before your eyes. Pantyhoses, women, men, whips, dicks, and cum, cum, cum!! MMMMMMMMPHHHH!!!! You cry into your pantyhose gag and just fall on the bench. Several minutes pass in a blissful semiconsciousness. And then Linda’s voice wakes you up. “Shit, I’ll have to replace this bench… Get up, whore! It’s time to get rid of you” Get rid of? She means - set you free? But well, yes, the whores aren’t setting free. They are getting rid of. Though, any way you call it - some part of you is happy that it ended and wants a good shower. While the other part wants more depraved sex… [[Stand up from the bench]]

Well, that’s surely your LAST strength. You wiggle, trying to stand up, and finally manage to. Without any help from Linda’s. But she does something: she leans down and ties your knees with one more pantyhose. Much tighter than the previous one, which still binds your legs just several inches below. Wasn’t it enough? Wait, and why would she need that? Isn’t she going to set you free? But okay, you promised to obey her in exchange for that orgasm. Another pantyhose goes around your ankles, then your hands get tightly tied too. You could moan questionly, but you don’t want to ruin the magic of the moment. Her next move… well. She ties a pantyhose around your neck again, making it a leash. But this time it’s so tight you are nearly choked! But she doesn’t seem to care. She takes the other end of the pantyhose leash and leads you to the store’s door. You can only [[jump after her]]

Wait, is she going to parade you around the street like that? After all that happened, you don’t really care. A whore is a whore, in or outside the store. But you are so dirty, and she is so elegant… you just don’t want to compromete her. Though, it’s dark outside - it must be a late evening already. And Linda doesn’t take you to the street - she leads you to the back alley, dark and dirty. There is nothing here, except for a big metal trash container. And it is open. <img src="Pics/012_trash.png"> You even see something that looks like an access board, with few stair-steps, made of some old wood pallets. [[And then you realize what’s going on.]]

“I made this for you while you were fucking my clients”, - Linda says with her cold voice, - “Yeah, I know you touched them, even though I forbid that”. Wait, that’s not how it really was… but that doesn’t really matter. She already made up her mind. “Look at you. You are a bad doll. A broken mannequin. And I don’t want you in my store anymore. But I still own you. And I can do whatever the hell I want with you. So tell me. What happens to dolls when they aren’t needed anymore?” [[“They are dumped into the trash”]]

“Thhh dmphhht mmt thrmsh”. That’s normal. You just didn’t expect it could happen to you… “That’s right, whore. We throw them into the garbage. Send them to the trash. Because they already are trash”. You lower your gaze to your body and see that clearly. You are covered with dirt and semen. You stink. You aren’t even a cum dumpster anymore. You should be sent to the dumpster yourself. You are trash. “I could throw you into this container. But I prefer you to do it by yourself. Because I don’t wanna touch your dirt anymore. I just wanna get rid of you”. That hurts. Everything you came through together - she sends it to the garbage. The same as she does with you. “... besides, that process… might amuse me”. And at that moment you know you fit well into this trash container. Because when she says that, you get an urge to amuse your ex-Owner. Even by throwing yourself into the garbage… Absolutely zero self-respect. And the dirtiest mind and body. You are the trash, whore. [[Mount your scaffold]]

You slowly jump up the stairs to the improvised access board and stop on top of it. The trash container is right below you. And it is nearly full with various contents. Food remains. A dirty diaper. And something else that you can’t distinguish. All dirty. All stinky. As you are. “Do it, whore! Jump!” You feel like a pirates’ victim, made to walk the plank. That fantasy always made you wet. And you are crazy wet now, while standing bound above your destiny. “Make me proud, whore! Get rid of yourself!” **Jump into the garbage container** **TO BE CONTINUED** Until then, you can [[walk the city]] Or use a shortcut to: [[deciding if the bank should be saved|Oh my! They talk about bank robbery!]] / [[weighing Lanceston's offer|Talents? What talents does he mean?]] / [[choosing a place to hide from the pursuer|you don’t feel lucky enough for this]] / [[dealing with Linda's offer|You freeze frightened]] / [[becoming a living hanger or not|So every woman entering the store will see you naked?]]. Stay tuned for the updates: <a href="https://discord.gg/yU5zUfnK7P" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/discord242.png"> Discord</a>   <a href="https://slavesin.itch.io/willingly" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/itch.png"> itch.io</a>   <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/slavesin" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/deviantart.png"> DeviantArt</a> <a href="https://f95zone.to/threads/willingly-v0-1-slavesin.108468" target="_blank"> <img src="Pics/f95zone.png"> F95zone</a> <a href="https://slavesin.neocities.org" target="_blank"><img src="Pics/slavesin1.png"> Website</a>  