Story Excerpt

Teen Forced Into Sex Slavery, by Jezebel Rose

A young woman, barely of age, but finally a teen in high school, had stumbled upon Lydia’s Leather Shoppe quite by accident and had been browsing around the racks of unique items for about ten minutes when a woman standing about 25 feet away hailed her.

“You there.”

The little girl looked around and answered, “Me?”

“Yes, you. Come over here a moment. And don’t dally.”

Curious, the little girl walked over to where the woman stood. As she did so, she naturally looked the woman over noticing that she was very striking in both looks and demeanor. The woman seemed to be in her mid-forties with long silver hair pulled back over the top of her head to hang straight down to the middle of her back. She had on a black leather mini dress. Around her waist were a black and silver, leather and lace bodice. Black thigh high stockings stretched up out of knee-high leather boots, which stood atop high spiked heels making the woman, look as if she towered over the little girl. Was it that or just the air of confidence that permeated from the woman, the little girl wondered?

“Yes,” The little girl asked as she came to a stop in front of the woman.

“I’ve come to pick up some items for my friend. However, I am uncertain about the size and the fit. How tall are you?”

“What?”

“I asked how tall you are. I believe you’re about my friend’s size.”

“I’m 4’, 8”.”

“Perfect! Now be a dear and open up.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth. I want to see if this fits.” The woman said and lifted a black rubber ball gag towards the little girl’s face.

Shocked, the little girl unbelieving what was happening compiled for some unknown reason and opened her mouth.

The woman pressed the ball against her mouth. “Wider.” She commanded and placing her hands on either side of the little girl’s face, used her thumbs to push the ball gag into her mouth. Once it popped in behind her teeth, the woman dropped her hands to the little girl’s shoulders and told her to turn around.

The little girl complied and taking up the straps, the woman pulled them around the little girl’s head and buckled them tightly behind her head. The ball gag was a training gag which included a set of straps which rose up on each side of The little girl’s face on each side of her nose only to join together on a ring at her forehead where yet another strap pulled over the top of her head to join the others in the back of her head. The third set of straps buckled under her chin, forcing her to bite down on the rubber ball gag.

When the woman finished adjusting all the straps, the woman had the little girl turn back and forth looking at the gag in her mouth from different angles.

“Hmm. Something is lacking. Here girl, follow me over here.” She said, turned and walked down one of the stores’ aisles.

The little girl watched her go and then for some unknown reason, followed her.

The woman picked up something off one of the shelves after searching for a minute and turned towards the little girl.

“Here. Lift your chin.” She said. “That’s it.” As she placed a 4″ tall leather, collar around her slender neck and buckled the three straps to hold it in place. Turning the little girl to face her, she asked. “Is it tight?”

The little girl started to tell her, yes, but only mew sounds came from behind the ball gag.

“Do you think I can understand what you’re saying with that gag in your mouth? Just nod or shake your head, girl.”

The little girl nodded.

“Can you still breathe, ok?”

The little girl hesitated a moment. She realized that it was a bit restrictive, but she could still breathe, so she nodded her head again.

“Good. Then follow me over here.”

The little girl did so, and the woman picked up a pair of leather cuffs and placed them about the little girl’s wrists. Then she picked up what looked to the little girl as a leather bag.

“Place your hands behind your back and let me hold this up against you.”

The little girl did as ordered and holding the bag up against the little girl next to her arms; the woman leaned back to look.

“Hmm, something is not quite right.”

Standing there thinking she exclaimed, “I know! Here girl, take off your blouse and then let me look.”

The little girl gave the woman a puzzling look. Did she expect me to take off my blouse for her in the middle of this store?

“Come on, girl I haven’t got all day. In addition, there is nothing to be ashamed for, as there is only the sales girl and we here in the shop.

The little girl thought a moment and began to comply with her demand. Besides the faster, she allowed a woman to do what she wanted, the quicker she would be able to get out of these, whatever they were called. Besides her jaw was beginning to ache.

Taking hold of her blouse, she began to unbutton it from the bottom up. As she did so, she saw the woman watching her almost hungrily and turned sideways to finish. Removing her blouse, she folded it and placed it on a shelf in front of her. She then began to turn and face the woman when she said, “No, no. Turn and face your back to me. That is it. Now place your hands behind your back.”

The little girl did do, and in seconds, she felt the woman lock the leather wrist cuffs together. “Very good. Now hold still while I pull this up.”

The little girl wasn’t sure what was going on but stood there while the woman pulled the leather bag up over her cuffed wrists and up along her arms. She pulled two straps under her arms, across the top of her breasts and over the opposite shoulders, buckling them to the bag. Next, she began to lace the bag up, starting down by her wrists and working her way upwards. The little girl could feel the leather slowly tighten around her arms, drawing them together as the woman worked the laces. Finishing, she tied off the excess in a bow and the pulling a flap over the laces zipped it up. Three sets of straps were then buckled around her arms. One at her wrists and the other two above and below her elbows, ensuring that they stay pressed painfully against each other. The little girl’s shoulders were starting to ache when the woman spun her around and began looking her over.

“That’s better. You are beginning to look like what it is I wanted. You should see how the arm binder has your young breasts standing forward.”

Arm binder? Is that what that damn thing is called? More like an arm torturer. My shoulders are killing me, the little girl thought to herself. In addition, what did she say about my breasts? Damn, she is right. I am strutting around with him or her standing out as if I want someone to grab hold of him or her. Thank god, I still have my bra on covering them.

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