Shackled

Shackled

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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An unusual interview for a Warehouse Managers position.

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An unusual interview for a Warehouse Managers position.

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Submitted: February 12, 2016

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Submitted: January 18, 2016

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I’m shackled to a wooden pallet. I’m not wearing any clothes. The pallet is outside the back of a Victorian seaside B&B. It’s drizzling. The season hasn’t started yet but I can see the 'No Vacancies' sign swaying in the sea Breeze. How’s your day going?

A collar round my neck is stopping me from looking up. It’s on so that my head is sticking over the pallet. This more than anything makes me feel insecure and exposed. My arms and legs are restrained too. The chains are old and I don’t like to think what they’ve witnessed in their time. My legs are on chains from the top near my head and they are fixed so my legs are open. Spread wide. My feet rest at opposite ends of the splintery pallet

Arms are held down by my sides, cuffs fixed from chains attached to the bottom of the pallet, down near my feet. I’ve got a little movement. Just enough to grasp my bottom. If I wanted to. Which I don’t.

A sound joins the noise of the seagulls. Pallet truck. Now I am starting to be properly scared. It drives towards me and I see the driver waving and grinning. I ignore him, look the other way rolling my eyes as I do. As he hoists the pallet up he’s faced with my open pussy. I try not to think of how much the pallets rocking & how close my head comes to walls as I’m driven down into a huge storeroom under the hotel.

“Ah tonight’s delivery. Is that all?” The man turns away from me after shouting this and faces the room. Three, no four, other men are standing in the room. Partway through a pool game and a long way through a range of drinks judging by the empties and sour alcohol smell.

“So you get the idea? We’re not an ordinary business. We look like a B&B from the outside but there’s never any vacancies. Really we’re more of a club. A specialist club if you like. With the option of staying if you want. We also run a very interesting toy sideline online. Supplies for that come at more regular hours but part of your job would be the handling of those deliveries too.”

All eyes are on me. I’m panicking as the pallet rocks slightly. I’m lowered with a judder.

“So basically our clients or customers all have quite different tastes. We try to cater for every whim. We like to satisfy them and deliver exactly what they require with minimum fuss.”

I’ve reached the floor. The pallet rocks a minute then is still. I adjust my arm slightly and the chain rattles. They all walk towards me. Eyes transfixed. Dark eyes. Aroused and trying to comprehend what’s going on.

“So these sorts of deliveries can come at any time. ANY time and you have to make sure you’re around and in a fit state to sort them out. There’s a lot of cash involved in this sort of thing. A lot”

He looks at each of the men in turn as he finishes his sentence.

“Any questions? “

“Can I ask – so you’ve bought her?” asks one of the men, swaying slightly as he speaks.

“In effect, Yes. I’ve passed my clients requirements to my supplier and my supplier in return for money has delivered this to us.” He motions to me & my pallet as he says this.

He turns his back.

“But no. This isn’t right. I’m not sure she’s quite what we’re expecting” He drinks from his beer long and hard. Then kneels in front of me. I look away. Playing a role. He grabs my chin and turns my head,  pulls me back to look at him. Grabs my breasts. Pulling at the nipples. A flat hand strokes down my rump, pinching and squeezing the flesh of my thighs. All the time five pairs of eyes bore down on me. He nudges his empty bottle between my legs. Pushes it forward. Edging it into me as if he’s about to fuck me with it.

Involuntarily I open my mouth with a gasp and my back arches against the pallet.

“MMM. Maybe you’ll do.”

He moves back over to the pool table leaving me there, bottle sticking out from me and gets another drink. The other men follow, a couple still with their eyes on me. Or specifically on the bottle between my legs. There’s a hunger in their eyes. I don’t like it.

The game continues and more beers are drunk. The mood gets noisier and I feel almost like I've been forgotten until another game comes to an end and the crowd comes back to me.

I know what’s coming now as I look up and meet his eye. A smirk on his lips I hear his fly undoing and I feel a warm splash hit my foot. He aims upwards. Following the curve of my leg until he’s pissing on the bottle. A tinkling noise as it splashes on it and I feel the tickle of his piss splashing over my stomach. There’s a stirring amongst the other men as he zips back up and walks out of the room.

“I’m just going to get the order sheet. Not sure if someone’s fucked up here. Talk amongst yourselves”

“Jesus Christ it’s fucking brilliant here” Says one as he runs his finger along a shelf of vibrators and butt plugs. “The stuff they’ve got is proper mental.”

Another leans down- starts to push the bottle slightly. Pushing it into my cunt. Fucking me with it. The third instantly gets his cock out and starts to piss. This time in my face. He hardens as it flows and as soon as he’s finished he’s actually wanking in front of the others. This sets the one off next to the crate and as he pushes the bottle in he starts to stroke his cock with his other hand..

“Do you think we’re allowed to fuck her” He pants as he slaps his hand furiously now up and down his length "Cos if not I’m going to cum over her tits" He leaves the bottle deep in my pussy and reaches up to tweak my nipples. Hard and erect in the cold of the warehouse.

I face the other way. Desperately trying not to say anything. The fourth man is quiet. He watches the man by the vibrators as he thrusts items into his pockets.

I stare at him and he comes over. It’s the man that asked if I’d been bought earlier.

“Are you OK?" He’s put off slightly by the grunts coming from the other side of the pallet and stops to glower at the two wanking next to me “Do you speak English?"

I don’t respond only because I want to see what’s going to happen next. He looks around and takes in all the details of the room. Then reaches for his phone. I don’t like this. As he starts to dial I speak for the first time.

“I do speak English” With spectacular timing both men cum together. One gets my bottom lip and tits the other neatly between my legs. They sidle backwards panting as I hook a hand around and pull the now sticky bottle from between my legs.

“I’m the partner of the man interviewing you. We were just seeing how you’d react to a situation you’d probably not encountered before. There’s going to be occasions in the course of your work where you have to react with care and sensitivity. There’s a lot of responsibility with the warehouse manager position that you are probably now realizing isn’t like a warehouse manager in other places. A huge part of your role is to look after each and every person in this hotel. More so for some people. We have clients that like to test the boundaries of pain. Respect for others is essential."

I look at the man that minutes ago was pissing then wanking on me. He says nothing. I glance at the one that fucked me with the bottle. Nothing. 

“We don’t buy in people. Certainly not on pallets. The pallet is ours. We bought it like this and I shudder to think what it’s seen in its life but as far as buying in people- no – we don’t. I think that’s probably all.”

“Any chance you can undo this? “ I asked my husband as he reentered the room

“Oh I don’t know.” He smiled. “Well done Sir. If you still want it - The job’s yours.” he held his hand out to the fourth man. “And I’ll just get this one unlocked and when she’s showered I’ll introduce you properly”

 


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