Early Morning Wae Up

As you are walking along the street, away in the company of your own thoughts and planning your day ahead you reach your shop, delve into your coat pocket and retrieve the key to the door, lifting it and inserting it into the lock...

It is still dark, gloomy, with rain in the air, a cold wind, and those that scurry past do so unseeingly, heads down, shoulders shrugged into upturned collars and eyes ahead and down, scanning for the next puddle to avoid.

You start to turn the key and are snapped out of your dream by a firm grip that encircles your wrist, loose enough to enable you to complete the unlocking of the door; firm enough that you can't break free.

A voice whispers in your ear... "unlock the door and go in. Lock it behind you".

You enter, compliant, wrist still firmly ensnared. As you walk through the door you are aware of a body behind you, pushing close into you, immovable and guiding you in. As you turn to lock the door from the inside the body turns as one with yours, breath on the side of your neck under your ear. "That's right, lock it, leave the key in".

As the door is relocked, you are guided round. Your wrist is brought down to in front of you, still gripped tightly. You become aware of fingers ensnaring your free wrist, which is brought around to the same position, both your hands being pulled back in towards you and covering your pelvis.

Below the base of your spine at the rear, as you start to slowly walk into the unit, you become aware of his groin, pushing in towards you, making contact and not withdrawing, moving with you, further within the shop. No lights illuminate the route, only shadows and inanimate objects, a half-light giving a monochromatic sense to the area.

Through the "Staff Only" door, into the back office, now even darker, cold and silent.

Your hands are released, and his hands work up your coat, from the bottom-most button, releasing it and moving up, past your abdomen, undoing the buttons that dissect your breasts, his forearm brushing, then pressing on your right breast as it moves up...

Both his hands reach up to your throat; you gasp; then they take your coat at the collar, slide it back over your shoulders, down over your arms until the sleeves are off, and it falls between you and him...

You hear a rachetting sound, and as you search your mind for the source of the noise, you feel cold steel between the scaphoid in your wrist and your hand. The chilly, hard unforgiving steel becomes a band tightening around you until there is no movement in your hand without immediate discomfort.

"Don't struggle, relax, and it won't... might not hurt" whispers the voice in your ear"

Your cuffed right arm is forcibly extended onto the desk in front of you, and the empty bracelet snapped shut around the table leg. You instinctively pull your arm back in towards you, succeeding in firing off a shooting sensation up your arm and a scrape on the thin skin on the inside of your wrist... but only actually pulling yourself closer in to the desk.

The same procedure is carried out with your left arm, fixing it in the cold steel of cuffs, tighter and tighter until there is no pain-free movement available, and extending you forwards as the cuffs are also fixed onto the table leg, now causing you to bend forwards at the hips. Before you have had time to acclimatise, your glasses are carefully guided off and put away out of sight, and what you know to be a black, velvet eyemask placed over your eyes. It feels tight enough not to move, so that even trying to open your eyes will rub on your long eyelashes so much so that... well, you know your eyes will stay closed.

Your dress is now exposed as your coats has been kicked away, the same firm body is close in behind you, a definite bulge slowly pushing into your arse, moving slowly from left to right. The hands that had held your wrists previously you feel to be one on each outer thigh, just at or above the knee. Both hands feel at your leg, moving over the front of your thigh, continuing to the inner knee and thigh, a firm grip, warm hands, fingers splaying and moving up, up, inside your dress, rucking it up as they continue to move closer and closer to your cunt.

One palm covers your mound, pushing at you over your knickers, making firm, forceful circles as the fingers curl round from the bottom, right between your legs and extending towards the perineum, then being brought up, back to your hot, moist slit, your pants being slid to one side as a fingernail traces, fractionally inside your lip, as more and more wetness develops.

The other hand reaches inside, you feel more cold metal and hear a sudden tearing snip as your kickers are cut with scissors, the gusset falls down, and you are now exposed to be easily taken...

You feel the his groin push closer in to you as the curvature of his body matches yours, leaning forwards, reaching for your collar again as your breasts are pushed into the table, you still pulled forwards by the restraints that secure you to the desk.

As both hands reach your shoulders, you hear a tearing as the integrity of your dress is obliterated, and is cut, from the nape of your neck, down the trace of your spine, past your arse, each side of the cloth being pulled apart, more frenetically than before, like a surgical gown, undone and fallen open to the sides.

You hear a crumpling noise from behind, and feel trousers falling against the back of your thighs, then calves. Then on the inside of your left thigh, you feel a hard, damp-ended cylinder of cartilage, blood and lust, tracing up and up, leaving a silvery trial of pre-cum on your skin. A foot in between your legs splays you out further, exposing your lips, which are now dripping wet, the mixture of fear, excitement and anticipation causing your heart to pound, the sensory deprivation of your sight intensifying every other feeling you have.

A hand begins to explore inside you, fingers probing deeply, confirmation that you are warm and silky inside, one finger time lazily rolling your clitoris, flicking backwards and forwards, this sensation foremost in your mind...

Your lips get pushed apart, then some more as the head of his cock enters, an inch, then withdraws, then enters again, then withdraws before being tapped against your clit, rubbed against it, drawn over it, then slid inside you again, this time 2 inches, 3... Then held there, one hand against each thigh at the from, pulling you in to his groin.

Then, with one thrust, all 7 inches are pushed deep inside you, expanding you as it goes, causing you to gasp for breath as it is taken almost all the way out again and fired straight back in again, now your hair being grabbed and pulled back, your back arching, your sex completely engorged and full, his other hand now flicking your clit as his cock pounds in and out of you...

As your hair is released, your clit continues to be teased and played with, you hear a faint buzzing, then are aware of a light, vibrating sensation round the rim of your arse, then cheeks being eased wide and the rim being encircled by this new sensation. The vibrator then enters your arse, pushing the sphincter wide as it is eased in and out continually, each time a little deeper, each time pushing you a little wider open, each time making you feel a little more full, as his cock is now inside you as deep as ever, his pelvis gyrating and thrusting.

As your clit is more and more sensitive, as you are wetter and wetter, thrilled at the lack of control, the danger of being caught, and the total sexual worship of your body, you feel your orgasm begin to rise and rise until it smashes over you in uncontrollable waves, making you buck and writhe, the sight of this causing him also to peak, thrusting deep and firing deep, deep inside you.

You both sigh as he withdraws, takes the vibrator from inside you. He says nothing as he undoes one hand from the cuffs, putting the key down on the table in front of you.

"Keep the eye mask on for 5 minutes" his voice instructs, you fighting with the urge to start and use your free hand again...

You feel your coat being put over your shoulders, then hear the click of the front door, a blast of cold air, then the door slam shut again...

Aftershocks still fire off through your body as you undo the second cuff, take off the mask and straighten yourself up.

Your knickers, your dress, cut and ruined, the shop due to open in 5 minutes... working all day with your coats buttoned up, no underwear, having been totally and utterly taken...