Chapter 2 - A True Fashion Magnet
The black hearse rolled into the alley behind the closed dress shop. Karla,
a classic leather bitch, stepped out. She unlocked the back door of the dress
shop. Her callipygous buttocks had a smooth dominant bounce as she strode
purposefully in her spike heeled boots. She rolled a heavy steel coffin out of
the back of the hearse onto a gurney and into the dress shop. She removed the
CLOSED FOR REPAIRS sign from the front window, picked up the phone and dialed.
On the other end, after listening briefly, Pam was ecstatic. The call display
feature of her phone had silently confirmed to her that the source of the call
was indeed one of the most expensive dress shops in the city.
"I can't believe it! I won a complete outfit by Armani? To be quite frank, I
don't even remember entering this contest! Are you quite sure?"
In her small office, News Director Pam bounced delightedly like a small
child on Christmas morning. Her big melons bounced right along.
"Oh, it's a charity raffle where you have to enter a friend instead of
yourself? That's sort of a neat idea! Who entered me? What do you mean, you
can't tell?"
She grinned.
"Don't worry. I'm a news person, a veritable bloodhound. I'll track 'em
down."
She cocked her head.
"For an Armani outfit, you don't have to ask me twice if I can I come in for
a fitting this afternoon! And, for sure, I'll bring black stockings and high
heels, so I get the look right."
Pam laughed hilariously, unable to believe her luck.
"No problem, it's just after lunchtime now. I'll be there before a diamond
can twinkle twice!"
A short time later, the bell on the door tinkled pleasantly as Pam stepped
into the deserted dress shop. It was a Tuesday afternoon and she was the only
one in the store. A salesgirl lounged indolently behind the counter. Pam
introduced herself. The hitherto languid salesgirl was delighted.
"Step this way to the dressing booths, Pam, O Mighty Contest Winner!"
The salesgirl raised her arms and did her Barbara Eden imitation. She
salaamed like a genie, recently released from a magic lamp, greeting it's new
master. Pam laughed.
"Your wish is my command, as long as you wish for Armani! You have your
choice of Armani outfits! As you can see, Tuesday afternoon isn't a big time for
us, so I can devote myself entirely to you, O Mighty Master!"
She ushered Pam to the back of the store.
"Here's the dressing booth! Take off your outfit and I'll fetch you a few
selections to try on. You remembered the stockings and high heels, I see."
While Pam was peeling, the salesgirl went to the front of the store. Karla,
the leather bitch, was waiting.
"She's in the back, stripping eagerly for action, Mistress Karla."
Karla nodded curtly.
"Good! Your work is done, Slave Cynthia. Put the CLOSED sign up on the door
and lock it as you leave."
Cynthia's pretty head bobbed respectfully. She did as she was bid.
Karla opened the dressing room door. Pam, dressed in her underwear,
stockings and heels, stared at the evil-looking stranger in surprise.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Karla displayed a gleaming hypodermic syringe. She prided herself on keeping
it short and to the point, so to speak.
"This is a hypodermic needle used in an AIDS clinic to take blood samples
from an AIDS victim. I will jab it into you unless you do exactly what I say."
Pam stared at the sharp, shining needle in pure horror.
"What do you want?"
Karla tossed her a ball gag.
"Stick the rubber ball in your mouth and buckle the attached strap behind
your head to hold it in place."
Pam did it and found that, with the gag in place, she had lost all of her
negotiating ability.
"Remove the bra and panties. You can keep the stockings and high heels on."
Pam was unhappy but, now that she'd gagged herself, she couldn't plead,
question or argue.
Karla gestured impatiently with the needle. Hurriedly, Pam uncupped mammoth
mammaries capped by large, red nipples. A thick, richly curled muff was unveiled
when she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Karla thought that Pam
looked very yummy indeed for a middle-aged beauty a bit past her prime. She
handed Pam the padded leather blindfold.
"Put it on and buckle it snugly so that it's nice and tight and not a single
ray of light gets in."
Deeply distressed, Pam took an enchantingly deep breath to steady herself
and strapped on the blindfold with trembling fingers. Now she couldn't even see
what was happening.
"Hands behind your back, palms out."
Pam did it and found that, with her hands tied palms out, she couldn't grasp
anything and was much more helpless than if she were tied with her palms facing
each other. Life as a News Director gives a woman deep insight into human
depravity, filling her mind with the most horrific possibilities. Poor Pam was
shaking with fear, making her titanic tits tremble delectably.
"Spread your legs, bitch."
Sightless and thoroughly cowed, Pam spread them. Her ankles were cuffed to
either end of a steel, leg-spreading bar. Now that her quaking victim was bound
and helpless, Karla got down to business.
Pam gasped as a large dildo was rammed home as far as it would go. The
remainder protruded obscenely from between her parted cuntlips.
Pam squealed frantically with each turn as a large corkscrew butt plug was
twisted brutally into her suddenly burning asshole, stretching it achingly wide.
Pam whimpered as the nipple clamps were screwed tight. There was a brief
moment of excruciatingly intimate agony as a tube was rammed up her pisshole and
her bladder was drained of urine.
Pam screamed herself hoarse as the clit clamp was slowly and lovingly
tightened, brutally pinching the most exquisitely sensitive nubbin of flesh a
female possesses.
Karla surveyed the flushed and gasping Pam. It was time to pack her up and
ship her off. She buckled on the dog collar, making sure that it was so tight
that Pam couldn't swallow her own spit, making her drool around the edges of the
ball gag. She snapped on the leash and trotted Pam out to the loading dock.
Karla's black hearse was waiting in the alley, backed up to the loading
dock, back door open. Just inside the door to the back alley, the heavy steel
coffin rested on it's gurney. It's top gaped open, waiting to swallow Pam. Karla
uncuffed Pam's ankles and wrists and helped her into the coffin. Pam moved
slowly and arthritically, like an old woman, largely paralysed by her pain and
terror. Once Pam had blindly crawled into the coffin and was lying face up,
Karla prepped her for transport.
A row of studded black leather traps attached to the floor of the coffin
waited to enfold the lovely victim in their brutally tight embrace and to
prevent any unseemly pounding from emanating from within. A studded leather
strap clamped Pam's ankles together. Other straps were cinched tight just above
and below her knees. Waist straps and chest straps clamped Pams arms firmly to
her sides. A thick forehead strap prevented any head-banging. Karla snapped the
breathing mask onto Pam's tearstained face and adjusted the oxygen flow
carefully. Karla connected up Pam's bladder tube to the piss bottle. She licked
Pam's earhole and whispered breathily into the moistened orifice.
"Bon voyage, slut. I have two pieces of advice to help you handle your
future: scream long and scream hard!"
She gave Pam's clit clamp an extra twist. Pam blubbered hysterically as the
heavy lid thudded shut, sealing her inside the casket, dark and silent as the
tomb. Karla bolted down the top of the thickly padded, soundproof coffin and
lovely Pam was ready to go.
Karla rolled the gurney with the coffin on it out to the hearse. The coffin
slid smoothly into the back. Karla closed the back, went to the front, slid
behind the wheel and turned on the CD player.
The black hearse rolled smoothly out of the alley, it's powerful engine
whispering softly, to the strains of Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head.
