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Videogirl
By Toran
They were rope marks, that
much I knew.� Right along her wrists, two
braided indentations � whoever it was that had tied her had been thoughtful
enough to wrap more than a few coils around her � one coil was too harsh.� It bit too much, unless that was what you
wanted, the biting and the hurting.� I
glanced at the little name-tag on the Video-Mart polo that they all wore.� Tory.� Probably short for
�Do you have your Video Mart card?�� She barely looked up at me as I pulled out my wallet and looked around for the card, but my eyes were not focused on what my fingers wanted them to see - it was those rope marks that they kept sliding to.� Rope marks on a young and pretty woman
�How did you get those marks, Tory?� Was your Master being mean or do you just like things rough?�
Tory looked up at me and smiled a dazzling smile, the color rising to her cheeks.� �I was being naughty, I guess.�� Then she looked away shyly.� �But I do like it rough.�
I put my hand over her wrists, locking them together.� Her gaze swung around to me and for a moment I could see that she was into it.
She caught me looking at her wrists and quickly hid them under the counter.� I lay the card on top of the video and she snatched it up � a quick sidelong glance was all she gave me.� I was sure that at that moment she wished that the standard Video Mart uniform included long sleeved shirts
She sucked in breath and I was delighted that I had a nice view of her chest heaving.� �Do you like your breasts tied, Tory?�� Her wrists squirmed in mine and I could see the red creeping down her neck.
�Oh yes.� I like them to be wrapped in so much rope that it hurts and then I like -�� She stopped and looked down quickly.
I squeezed her wrists tighter and she moaned.� �What, Tory?� What do you like next?�� She glanced about the store but there was no one in hearing distance.� Eyes unable to look at me, she leaned forward and whispered, �I like them to be slapped.�� And then she did look up at me, full in the face so that there was no question in either of our minds what she was saying.� �Slapped so hard that they hurt for days.�
�You are checking out The Secretary.�� Tory popped the display case open and slipped
the
droning out her moans as I clicked the door lock and flicked out the Video Mart sign on the street.� The last of the customers had left a few minutes earlier and Tory had already slipped behind the counter and handcuffed her wrists behind her with the set of cuffs that she had in her purse.� I knelt down beside her and roughly cupped her breasts, squeezing and playing with the soft mounds of flesh, all the while Tory alternately whimpered and moaned
�That�s four dollars, sir.�� Tory ripped the receipt from the printer and slid it and a pen to my side of the counter.� Her rope marks were clearly visible and stood out harshly in the neon lit store.� �Your return date is the next Tuesday.�� Once again, her hands quickly disappeared behind the counter.
�Have you seen it?� The Secretary?�� I signed the receipt and caught her looking at me.� She looked away quickly, tearing the top sheet of the receipt away from the bottom
no, no no no!�� Now her voice was small and tiny, like a child that had mis-behaved.� I slid my hands beneath her Video Mart skirt and roughly pulled her panties down her hips.�� I had barely started wrapping her breasts with the ropes that she kept hidden in the stockroom when she decided that she would be vocal.� Well, that�s ok with me � I have a passion for gagged lips.� At first she wasn�t buying into the idea of her panties taped inside her mouth, but what woman does?� Wasn�t that a predominantly male fetish
�No.� I
haven�t seen it yet��
Without looking at me, she slid the receipt into the fold of the
her breasts had started to turn a deep red, but I wanted more of her than the little space behind the counter afforded.� She wasn�t heavy, maybe 110 pounds, and she didn�t struggle as I lifted her onto the counter.� Good thing the Video Mart had heavy drapes to block out the windows because the sight of a half naked clerk, bound with starchy white rope and gagged, laying on the counter while a customer methodically roped her legs � well that wouldn�t cut it.� She looked up at me, pleading, as I turned her legs into a single squirming thing that would have to be anchored by the Terminator 3 display at the end of the counter.� Dimly I wondered if she could be trusted not to fuss in the back seat or whether I would have to find room in the trunk
I walked through the theft detector to pick up my video, but she had already gone, leaving the video alone on the counter.� I paused and looked at her back as she waited on the next customer
and I knotted the roped from her breasts to her elbows, behind her back.� �I�m going to take you home, video girl.� Would you like that?�
She nodded her head yes and that was all I needed.� I would slip her into the back seat in a position that I could reach back and fondle her bound body at the stop lights, and then she would be mine, all mine
�Sir!�
I had my hand on the door, about to walk out into the glaring mid-day sun, when Tory�s voice came from behind me.� I turned, my heart missing a beat
then I pulled the tape from her lips and she rolled the wet panties out of her mouth.� �Kiss me, Sir, kiss me and hurt me and tie me and make me your slave forever
�You forgot your video card, Mr. Mitty.�� She smiled at me and for the first time I saw her eyes sparkle.
I laughed, taking the card from her outstretched hands, the ones that had the nice, faint, delicate rows of rope marks across her wrists.� Our eyes locked and for just that second we both knew what those marks meant.� �Sorry.� I must have been daydreaming.�
Her smile peaked.� �Have a nice day.� Sir.�