The slave at the clothing shop (Rory & Adam)

[Adam Edwardson]

Adam Edwardson was leaned back in his office chair, and put his feet up on the big oak desk in front of him. With a smug smile he took a sip from the cup of coffee that one of his girls just had brought him. He was sitting in the the managers office at "A.E. Fashion", the most renowned clothing shop in town with a prime location at the city center. Everybody who was something, who had a reputation to think about, bought their clothes there, and the price tags were set thereafter.

Mr Edwardson sure loved his job. Ten years ago when he opened the shop, it had just been a front for his other businesses, but over the years he had grown quite fond of it. The wide assortment of lingerie and the selection of "adult themed" dresses had become a matter of pride for him, as well as a commercial success. Compared to what he made in trading in other goods it was nothing, off course, but he still cared a lot about it.

Yes, he loved his job, and today would be even more fun than most other days. He had been watching that girl for weeks, since he first saw her shoplifting. Instead of intervening he had let her go on, instructing the staff to leave her alone as much as possible to make it even easier for her to dig herself deeper into trouble. While she helped herself to clothes for thousands of dollars, he had his staff follow her to get her name and address, and when he finally couldn't wait anymore he had sent her the letter. It had all been so easy, almost to easy to be fun. She had bit on his bate, and now all he had to do was to reel her in.

Mr Edwardson was in his early 40's, a fact that some emerging strays of grey in his otherwise short, black hair gave away. He was well above 6 feet tall, and his body was athletic, almost, but only almost, as vigorous as when he was a swimmer back in his youth. The black suit he was wearing together with a blue tie probably cost more than some of his employees made in a month, but that really didn't become him. Impatiently he looked at his watch with dark eyes that was just as cold and expressionless as the rest of his sober face. That little thief didn't seem to be in a hurry. But he knew she would show up at the store, sooner or later.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

When the cashier read the letter, a peculiar smile spread over her red painted lips and she could not help to giggle. "Oh... you're the girl..." she said, more to herself then to Vixen as she lead her through aisles between racks of dresses and skirts. Emma, as the cashiers name tag revealed her name to be, was about the same age as Vixen, and her platinum blonde hair in combination with her overly applied make up gave her quite a cheap appearance. Her model like figure, with almost ridiculously large breasts in relation to her slim waist just reinforced the bimbo impression. Judging from her looks, the manager hired after appearance, not competence.

The tight, pink top that Emma was wearing must have been from the shop, because there was still a price tag attached to it. Strangely, the price was five thousand dollars, far to much for a simple piece of clothing like that. The top also revealed the only fault in her otherwise pedantic look - a stain of something sticky, white over her right breast, and she had some of the same white goo in the corner of her mouth.

When they got to the back of the store, Emma stopped at a door and turned to Wixen, looking down into her eyes with a malicious gaze. "Good luck." she said, with a false voice. "You'll need it." Then she opened the door, and pushed Vixen into the room with a firm push in the back. With a bang the door slammed shut behind her.

She was standing in some kind of office, and a middle aged man in a dark suit was watching her with intense, dark eyes. He was casually sitting with his feet up on the big oak desk that dominated the room, and he took his time to carefully judge her with his eyes, from top to toe, before he finally spoke. "Well, what have we got here then? Isn't it little miss Evans, the master thief?" he asked with a sarcastic voice.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

Adam couldn't help to laugh, and for a second his stern face almost seemed friendly. "Such a noble thief!" he exclaimed. "However, if you are only steeling what you need your needs must be immense." he continued with an amused voice. He was clearly enjoying this, and her nervous shifting just made it even more entertaining. There was a free chair in front of the desk, but he did not offer her to sit down. His eyes was still exploring her body, and he wanted to have a good view of his object of study. Her hips and breasts received a lot of attention, but he did not seem to care to actually look at her face instead of her body when he was talking to her.

He put his hands up behind his head as he continued to speak. "I neither need nor want your money, Vixen." he said, sounding insulted by her offer. "You are not here to pay for what you have stolen, you are here to be punished for trying to take whats mine. And the price you will have to pay for that is much higher." He talked slowly, like if he was trying to explain something complicated for a small school girl. "For the rest of this week you will work for me. You will be my... how should I put it... special intern. You will do anything and everything I tell you to. And if you don't, you will be sent right off to jail. Any questions on that?"

Before she had the chance to actually ask him anything, he made a spinning motion with his right hand and gave his first command. "Spin around, I will need to see you from behind as well." The request was clearly odd, but he sounded like if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask. There were something in the playful tone of his voice, in the shrewd look on his face, that gave the impression that he was playing some sick kind of game, and Vixen was one of his pieces.

 

[Rory]

Vixen looked at him crossed, her small full lips pursed as she looked at him. She crossed her arms as she glared at him still not saying anything. "Fine, so you just want me to work here...Seems kind of an old fashion punishment, but whatever you want, Grandpa." She muttered and smirked at him, Vixen looked confused at his request, her arms came to rest at her sides. "Al...right, creepy~" She said in a sing-song voice as she slowly spun around, Vixen had a naturally shapely round ass and the skirt wasn't helping to hide that fact.

"See something you like?" She smirked as she asked, Vixen tugged down at her skirt as she waited. She wondered about working here, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. Though the owner was rather creepy, he kept staring at her chest and hips, that was the main reason why she kept her arms crossed over her chest. 'Creepy pedophile.' Vixen thought to herself as she stood there, she glanced back at the owner before turning back. 'At least he's keeping his hands to himself.'

 

[Adam Edwardson]

Even though her question was obviously rhetorical, he answered it. "Yes, indeed I do. I see something I like." he said and got up from his chair. Not letting go of her body with his eyes, he walked up to her with slow steps, until he was standing uncomfortably close to her. The smell of his cologne filled her nostrils. He lifted his hand, and for a second it looked like he was about to slap her in the face with it, but instead he just softly brushed her cheek, continuing the motion with his fingers into her long red hair. Without a warning he gripped her hair and used it to pull her head back so she was forced to look up into his unyielding eyes. With him standing so close, she had to arch back to bend her head back, and she could feel his abs through the cloth of their clothes as her breasts were softly pressed against his torso. "And now I own it." he noted.

He did not let go of her hair, nor did his intense gaze leave her eyes for even a second. "Your next instruction is quite simple." he said, with a surprisingly calm voice, that was in stark contrast to the roaring fire that was burning in his eyes. "Give me your panties, Vixen. A girl in your position does not need them here." His smile had grown from smug to hysterical, there was almost something mad about the look on his face. It was as if some barrier inside him had burst, and nothing was unthinkable for him now.

 

[Rory]

Vixen's eyes narrowed as she looked at him, she let out a soft growl as she was bend backwards. It wasn't like it hurt, Vixen was more than flexible, her ability bordered that of a Contortionist. Who knew, maybe she could have been one if she had practiced more gymnastics, unfortunately her parents hadn't allowed her to continue her training, despite the fact she could have become rich and famous that way.
The red-head looked back at the man, her sharp silver eyes glared up at him. "Creep, you're nothing more than a lonely, disgusting pedophile praying on young girls." She growled back, yet something in the pit of her stomach made her feel queasy. Vixen didn't like this, not at all. She wanted to stand back up again, this was uncomfortable. Vixen looked up at his request and a slight tinge of pink covered her cheeks as she kept glaring at him, she pulled her hair out of his grip and looked at him. "Unfortunately, or fortunately for you, I'm not wearing any." She replied, Vixen was clearly shooken up in the inside, but one the outside she was calm, cool, and collected.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

Her insults and struggling just seemed to encourage him - the wilderness in his eyes told her that he liked the challenge. Without hesitation he reached in under her skirt, as to confirm that she was not lying, and he nodded as he felt his thick fingers touched her uncovered pussy lips. His thumb was exploring her clitoris, making circular motions around its hood, while his index finger was moving up and down her slit.

"Yes. I am a creep." he said, and while he spoke she felt his index finger sinking into her body, pressing her pussy lips apart. "And disgusting is only the beginning of it." he continued, as he's long finger joined in, forcing itself into her narrow channel. "And praying on young girls happens to be my business model." He laughed as he pressed his ring finger into her pussy as well, not caring that he was starting to stretch her out. With his fingers completely buried inside her tight body, he pressed even deeper, lifting her body up so she had to balance on the edge of her toes. She seemed to be almost weightless to him even when he was only using one arm.

"But judging from the fact that you dress like a slut, you don't mind being prayed on, do you?" he asked, twirling around his finger inside of her, just to underline the point.

 

[Rory]

Vixen bit back a moan as he touched her, she still glared at him as he did, but she knew she no longer owned her body. "The way I dress, doesn't mean a thing of who I am." She softly growled, but soon it fell and a tiny whimper escaped from between her lips. "I like the way I dress...Asshole!" Vixen yelled, she stomped down hard on his foot and pulled away. She wasn't going to let anyone touch her like this, not only was she a virgin, but she was also disgusted by this older man. Vixen stood there glaring at him, still slightly red-faced.
Deep inside, she was more shocked than actually disgusted. "I like people looking at me, getting attention from people, mainly young guys my age!" Softly she growled, still her body felt hot and weak from what he'd done to her. "Liking attention does not make me a slut or a whore like the girls you have here."

 

[Adam Edwardson]

A peculiar smile spread across his face as she told him her the way she dressed was irrelevant. He showed no sign of pain when she stepped on his foot, instead he just put an arm around her waist, his big hand firmly placed on her hip, and lead her out of the office, back into the store. It was in the middle of the evening rush hour, and it was crowded with people. There were people of all ages and kinds - business browsing through expensive suits, young girls staring at beautiful evening dresses with big eyes, husbands looking at lingerie for their wives, or maybe their lovers.

"How you dress do matter, darling. Today you will dress like a whore, and voila, you will become a whore." he explained while they walked, he's hand gradually sinking lower down on her ass. "Feel free to make a scene, it will just give you a bigger audience." he said in a low voice as he started to feel her ass out, squeezing her left buttock firmly as if he was judging fruit when grocery shopping. He finished the groping with a firm smack, and the sharp sound made a fat boy in his teens turn around and stare at the two with a equally disgusted and exited expression on his face.

"How are you feeling, Vixen, my little toy? Are you starting to regret your sins? If not, you will soon commit new ones that you can regret instead..."

 

[Rory]

"I don't regret anything I have done." She replied, Vixen replied as she looked at all the clothes, they were rather beautiful and sexy. The clothes there were so pretty, which was the reason she had stolen them, she knew now it was a rather bad choice. Vixen felt the hand on ass and tried to move away, but she quickly remember the hand around her waist. Vixen looked out at all the people, what if she could do something, she could run out of the store if she wanted to. 'I could burn the clothes I stole, get rid of the evidence, report this guy to the cop and get him thrown into jail.' She thought to herself, Vixen looked over at him. "No matter what you do to me, I won't be a whore. I've never been one nor will I become one, not by your hand!" She shot back, not raising her voice, but still it held all the anger and poison.

Vixen pulled arm away from her waist and ass, softly growling at him. "You know how I feel?" She asked still glaring. "I feel bored and tired of you, and your trashy whores." She replied, she could feel the eyes of the sales women and cashiers on her. Mainly her face and body, more specifically, her ass and breasts.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

Amused by her recalcitrant sense of pride, he gave her a soft pat on her head, patting it like she was a dog who had just performed a trick. "Maybe you are right..." he said with a thoughtful voice. "If you were a whore, at least you would get paid."

They had stopped in the section of the store with the most revealing outfits, the kinds of dresses that you would expect to find on a strip club and not in a ballroom. One of the mannequins had a short, tight, pink, tube dress. It was so short it would reveal the panties of the bearer, and the cleavage did not offer much more coverage. "Wasn't that the one you stole two weeks ago?" Adam asked, as he started to brows through dresses. He stopped at a black dress that looked classy enough for a ball, if it had not been for the fact that the cloth was half see through. "No... To fancy for a slut." he said and continued browsing. A red creation with cleavage all the way down to the navel, to give a good view of the bearers breasts was dismissed as not cheap looking enough, and a white dress consisting merely torn strips that would reveal everything if there were just a little wind got put back because it was "to mush fashion model, to little porn star".

"Come on, this is your one chance to get something for free. Start looking! But you wont get anything suited for descent people, this is for work, not pleasure."

 

[Rory]

Vixen looked at all the clothes, beautiful and colorful as they were, they now were making her stomach hurt. As she looked at the dress that he claimed she had stolen, she looked at it before shaking her head, she turned to him. "Seems your age finally is getting to your head, old man." Vixen replied before turning back to it. "The dress I stole wasn't this cheap and trashy, and it was dark blue." Vixen shot back, she looked through the clothes, as if she was a customer rather than a slave to this ass. The teenage girl looked at the long see through gowns, feeling the texture, some were rough while others were soft and smooth.

Unknowing to the man, Vixen stole some of the clothes here to destroy and re-make. The clothes she was wearing now were one of her creation, it was tight yet classy enough to not be called slutty. Vixen looked back at the owner and her eyes narrowed, she wasn't going to pick anything, she didn't care if he would get man. Actually, she would love to see him angry, it would be funny.
Vixen softly laughed as she walked away from the clothes and walked to the more classy clothes, ignoring the looks of the cashier. She could see a few of the men there looking at her, Vixen smirked as she swayed her hips as she walked and picked out a short cocktail dress to look at.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

That little spoiled twat just kept badmouthing him, but Adam remained his chilly distance. Soon, he thought, she would be screaming and crying like a little girl, and the more confident she felt when she walked into her own doom, the more fun would it be to watch. "My apologies" he said with obviously faked humility. "It's just so hard to keep track of everything you've stolen."

As she picked out the black cocktail dress, worth about 500 dollars, Adam walked up to her, stroking his big fingers over her cheek in what could have been mistaken as affection by someone who didn't know better. "Oh, honey, you will soon learn that disobeying instructions comes with a price. A price that you will have to pay." he said as he took the dress from her hands, put an arm around her waist, and started to lead her toward the changing booths.

When they got there, he swept the drapery aside and pushed her inside, like a farmer herding cattle. Then he stepped inside the small booth as well, and dragged the drapery back. There was hardly space enough for one person in there, let alone two. There were mirrors on both sides of them, and she was surrounded by copies of herself with her denim skirt pulled up a bit over her ass - that pervert must have done it on the way here - and the strange man in the dark suit. The drapery didn't give much privacy to them - it didn't go all the way down to the floor, and even though she couldn't see over it, the top of her head stuck up. Anyone outside would be able to see that a girl was in there together with a much older man.

He tossed the black cocktail dress to her. "You'll get to work as a model. Try it on!"

 

[Rory]

Vixen felt her ass against the cold smooth surface of the mirror, she looked up at him glaring as always. She wondered to herself if she would ever stop glaring at this man, she was sure that mostly, she wouldn't. "Ass!" She hissed at him, Vixen pushed him back as hard as she could to get some breathing room, carefully she smoothed down her skirt to covered her ass back again. "Hmm...model you say, doesn't sound too bad, but I wonder why me? Doesn't your cashier whores have a better body than I do or am I just that special to you." Vixen's silver eyes shined with a mischievous glint, even if she hated this man, she still found it fun to play around with him.

Vixen took the dress and looked at it, she shrugged slightly and pulled off her shirt as well as her skirt. She could see in the mirror the small light freckles that decorated her back, from her shoulders they curved all the way down her spine, dipping down into her shapely ass. Vixen pulled on the dress and carefully started tugging it into place, making sure she didn't accidentally rip it.

 

[Adam Edwardson]

Even with all the strength of her arms, she did not get him to move an inch, and he simply ignored her attempt to get him to back off. "Oh, I have done everything that I could possibly do with those cunts more times than I can count. You are the new piece of meat this establishment needs." he replied.

"This is to learn you not trying to take the easy way out." he said, as he grabbed the neckline of the dress, and tore up a rift in the middle of the front, so the dress suddenly revealed most of her bra. He did the same thing from the bottom, so that it was only a little part over her belly that actually held it together. The newly created slit would make it impossible for her to even take a step without letting anybody who happened to look in her direction get a peak of her nude pussy. To finish his design, he took a firm grip around her throat, pushing her up against the mirror, not even taking notice of the fact that he banged her head to the wall and deprived her of air. With his other hand he grabbed her bra, and ripped it off her body. He let go of her, and threw the broken bra out over the drapery. Now the girl in the mirror looked like a princess fallen from grace - the expensive dress was ruined, and it exposed more of her breasts than a street hooker chasing customers would.

"Ah, that's better." Adam said, satisfied with his work.

 

[Rory]

Vixen looked in the mirror, frowning as she looked at what he'd done to her. 'He will not get away with this!' She thought to herself, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. "Finish?" She asked, her voice filled to the brim with anger. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but out of anger rather than embarrassment. That was one pleasure she wouldn't allow him to have, Vixen finally felt the pressure on her throat gone and she softly cleared her throat as he finally let her go. "Alright than."
She looked at him before sending a solid slap to his face, her silver eyes still sharp as she looked at him, she pulled her hand away and looked at him. "If you think you're going to break me and make me like one of your daily whores, you have another thing coming. I am not a whore, nor will I ever be to you or any other man."

 

[Adam Edwardson]

The second her delicate hand slapped his cheek, the calm expression that had rested over him disappeared. His composed demeanor and the cold, conniving look on his eyes was replaced by an uncontrolled burst of anger and eyes burning with desire. It was like if something inside of him that had held him back suddenly had burst, and a floodwave of pent up rage was flowing out of his body. Before she had even got a chance to think about what she just had done and said, his big firm hands had grabbed her petite little body, lifting her up from the ground and pressing her against the mirror with such force that it made a cracking sound. A wave of stinging pain filled her senses as her head cracked the thick glass of the mirror. He was breathing heavily, with hes face only inches from hers, she could feel every breath he took.

"This will be pleasant compared to what the other inmates would do to you in jail." He looked like he was about to scream it, but instead he hissed it out, slowly, emphasizing every single word. "Either way, you will be somebodies whore." he said, and without a warning he threw her down on the floor with strength enough to make her fall into a little pile of barely covered skin at his feet. "So you better get used to it." he said, looking down at the pathetic being in front of him.

 

[Rory]

Evelynn sat on the ground as she took a breath, a slight pain lingered on the back of her head as she shifted on the hard ground. Evelynn looked up at him and smirked despite the pain, her hair covered over her left eye as she glared at him. "I'd rather be ass fucked by a woman then by a dick less man like yourself." She said as she softly giggled, she felt blood starting to drip down from her forehead down her uncovered eye. "I'm not your whore, you're going to have to kill me before I ever submit to you, so keep dreaming honey." Evelynn wiped the blood away with the back of her hand and licked it away, she slowly got up from the ground and stood up.