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FEDISH VIDEO INC. Chapter Two Motionless, rigid, Jodi’s stiff body raises above the shop’s floor, facing directly up the aisle with a clear view toward the front entrance, the door locked, the shade drawn. For the past forty three minutes her darting eyes have watched the door open, close sporadically as the clerk locks, unlocks it. He’s allowed an exact assortment of nine men, six women to enter the store, all led out of her view to what seems to be another room behind the counter that he maintains his vigilance from. She can count the minutes, the people coming in. After all, she has nothing else to do, except watch the sweeping hand on the huge, old style wall clock hanging up above the left side of the store’s door. Whatever they smeared her bare, naked flesh with, whatever part of her wasn’t bound, clamped, is now just as immobile. The latex type solution has hardened, encasing her to the point of presenting her body’s appearance as that of a mannequin, not unlike what must be the twin to her on the other podium, beside her. There’s no feeling in her arms, stretched back, behind her in the single sleeve. Even her impaled anus seems numb, even though she’s sure she can just barely feel the globed, thick tip of the shaft between her thighs scraping the walls of her uterus. Her spread legs are stiff, encased in that same solution, her thighs, calves past the point of burning, her toes pointing virtually straight down, in the stiletto heels. The only constant physical pain she continues to be annoyed with is caused by the erratic swaying and jiggling of the chains clamped to the impaling “O” rings stretching her raw, freshly pierced nipples and clit. She’s quickly learned each breath causes her chest to swell, likewise to contract when she exhales, as her squeezed ribcage and stomach may as well be wrapped in an hour glass corset. It seems the only part of her flesh still subtle are her breasts, still somewhat flexible, at least enough to spread, flatten, stand out again as the weight of the taut chains flex off her spread nipples, lifting, lowering across her twin mounds, crisscrossed with the drool of her saliva dripping out from the bright red “O” ring in her mouth, stretching her lips. Again, all in rhythm with her breathing. It’s been forty-seven minutes… Not forty-six… Not forty-eight… No give or take… She finds herself thinking, her mind almost gaudy, this whole situation surreal, as she finds herself watching the bent, black second hand, even to the point of waiting for it to flick, jerk, each time it swings down past the “6” before starting it’s travels back toward the top, as if it’s giving itself an extra boost to make that endless trip one more time. Again the buzzer sounds, she lowers her eyes, glancing toward the front entrance as she can also hear it being tapped on, watches as the clerk steps off the counter, glances thru the shade on the window as he lifts it, lowers it before opening the door. She watches as a well dressed, actually overdressed couple enter, most assuredly out of place compared to the others. The door is quickly shut, locked again as the clerk greets them. The woman’s attractive, in only what could be described as in an arrogant style, not yet middle aged, but not quite as young as she’s willing to accept. Seemingly more animated, stepping past the clerk, glancing around, doing an obvious double take as she glances down the aisle, Jodi seems sure the woman’s starring directly toward her as the clerk and the gentleman seem to be in some sort of discussion. Watching, helplessly watching, Jodi’s now certain the woman’s attention is on her, as the three of them finally turn, start down the isle together, the woman pointing, nodding, pointing again in her direction while in what has become a heated discussion with the clerk. As they close in, Jodi can barely begin to hear the discussion, actually some sort of negotiation it seems, with the clerk trying to explain something. Watching thru the corner of her eye, squinting, struggling, barely able to just twist, crane her head toward her right, she can almost catch their images as they move about between the pair of podiums, speaking back and forth. “But, I keep telling you! They’re not up for auction yet, we just got them today!” It’s the clerk’s familiar voice as he adds. “Eve’s going on the block tonigh….” The woman’s voice cuts in, abruptly, curtly. “We’re not interested in Eve at the moment, actually, we want both of… Of the…” Silence, complete silence for a couple seconds. The woman, stepping closer toward Jodi’s side, her voice now not so stern, crisp, continues. “But… But you know, maybe I… We… We would settle for just this one here, Jodi… Is it?” Jodi can feel the chains being dragged down across her breasts, tugging at her nipples, the woman’s hand just in view as she’s speaking, her fingers manipulating. “As soon as we turned on the closed circuit screen today.” Jodi hears the man’s voice, for the first time, almost soothing, calm. “ Saw the pair of ‘em, we both decided, almost instantly that we’d probably enjoy training them ourselves, for once! And she…” “Actually…” The woman rudely cuts in again, even sterner, while stepping out of view. “ As soon as he saw this one, while we were getting dressed for tonight’s session, is it Jodi or Jobi? Oh well, anyway!” She continues. “When you pounded her on that wooden pony, his erection went thru his robe! Christ sake!! We fucked like rabbits!! Then, then he couldn’t wait to get here tonight knowing she was being mounted up there. Like Eve there! I just knew he’d end up having me buy her for us!” Jodi’s eyes dart back and forth, staring thru the confounded mask. Listening, her heart pounding, the chains jiggling, stretching from her nipples, her breasts jerking as she struggles to control her breathing, she’s barely able to grasp how all of this is possible! She sees the clerk stepping in front of her, reaching up, gripping her left breast, holding it steady under the twitching chain. “She does have a nice rack! Look how those big, firm titties bounce!” He smirks, smacking the right one with the palm of his hand, turning his head away from her, toward the couple. “Actually she’s got the better body overall then her friend! And, beautiful! Wait till you get a glimpse of her face in person!” He gloats, slipping his hand back around her thrust out left globe, also giving it a flick with his backhand as he steps out of view. “Better then Eve, huh?” Jodi hears the woman’s voice, all three again mingling between the podiums. “You’ve seen Eve, all of her, more then a few times.” The clerk chimes in with a chuckle. “She really looks good! Yea, but not better then her, actually though, we were certain you’d be taking Eve with you tonight!” Jodi’s eyes lower, able to catch a glimpse of the back of the woman’s jet black hair as she steps in, then out of view, silent for a moment, then turning, stepping directly in front of the podium. For the first time, looking down between her having breasts, she sees the woman’s face up close, their eyes locking, as looking up, the woman reaches up, cups both palms under the thrust out, pair of naked globes, saliva dripping from Jodi’s chin, across the quivering right nipple. Gently squeezing, melding, still staring directly into the glassy brown eyes behind the black mask’s narrow slits, all four eyes remain locked together as the woman comments, raising her voice. “My God! They’re real, aren’t they?!!” Finally turning her head, she glances toward the man. “Damn! You should come over here and feel these! Look how they still stand straight out, even with the weights of these chains! My God! Unbelievable! What it must be like to be twenty again! I swear! Mine cost twenty grand and these are fuller, firmer! They’re just like grapefruits!!!” Humiliated, literally frozen in place, Jodi can only stare thru her welling tears as she feels her breasts manipulated, nipples, areolas, the outer sides, inner sides, her pierces oozing, stinging from the twitching chains dragging off the “O” rings. “We do really need to settle this!” The woman, dropping her hands, letting the chains rattle, wiping some of Jodi’s saliva from her fingers, turns toward the clerk, now also in view, standing in the aisle, the clock visible over his right shoulder. Again a moment or two of silence as Jodi finds herself reflexively glancing straight ahead, over his shoulder, toward the clock. Fifty-five minutes… She can’t help thinking to herself, even as she realizes how insane it all is. “How ‘bout this?” Jodi hears the man’s voice break the silence. “How about we take Jodi, here. And… And also Eve?” Another quiet spell, again the man’s voice. “That way, that way Eve’s handled. And… And you’ll still have the other one, the really big tittied one! What’s her name? Amanda? For tonight’s session?” “Hum!” The woman’s voice again chimes in. “You know, I have kind of grown fond of Eve. She’s a quick healer. And really, I think she has kind of learned her place. Seems to accept most of her sessions well! And, we’d just have this one here to really break in! That could be fun!” Again Jodi’s mind’s almost numb as she listens. Everything’s so crazy, unbelievable, it all has to be a nightmare, some kind of sick joke that’s gone way too far, surely! “Okay. If we can work out the monetary arrangement.” The clerk now negotiates. “You’re take both of ’em tonight? Let me see!” Glaring out from the slits in her mask, Jodi sees the couple stepping in front of her, the clerk walking down the aisle, away from them. Again directing her hands up across the chains, “O” rings, the woman asks the man. “You going to give ’em a try now?” Eyes lowering, she whispers. “Ohh! That first?” Feeling pressure between her thighs, Jodi twitches, feeling fingers probing her gapping slit, pressing against the membrane separating her vagina walls from the thick shaft impaling her anus. “Tight?” The woman’s voice softly asks, even as she’s gently manipulating the melons in her roving hands. “Yes!… Yeh!” Jodi hears the man’s response, his fingers sliding inward, stretching the folds of her labia lips, his thumb clipping across the chain, “O” ring stretching at her clit. “Two, three fingers tight. Damn!” Breasts being massaged, her vagina being stroked, Jodi, unable to resist if she wanted to, her mind overloaded, barely pays attention to the clerk stepping back between the couple, holding up a white piece of paper. “Yes! That’s for both? Right? Ohh well, okay. What do you think dear? Want them? Like I even have to ask you!” The woman insolently smiles, as he glances at the paper, nods his head in obvious approval. All three stepping back, turning, begin walking back up the aisle, the woman in the lead. The man slips his arm over the clerk’s shoulder, grins. “We knew you’d drive a hard bargain, but we’ve already prepared more funds then that for transfer!” He quips. “You have the information necessary to complete the transaction… Package ’em up!” Their voices fading, Jodi can only stare at the backs of their heads. Her breasts, vagina aching, her mind almost blank, the rest of her body’s stiff, frozen in place. As they turn, walk past the counter, she peers over their shoulders. Fifty-nine minutes… The number burning thru her mind as she watches the clock on the wall.
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