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 Ellen's Sex Shop 1: Amber's Revenge

   If Mara wasn't fully well aware that her current situation was revenge,
she'd be planning bodily harm on Amber.  Actually, she was still planning
bodily harm, but only of the "bending her over and spanking her" variety.
In truth, as aggravated as she was, she had to admire the girl's planning.
Everyone in the shop knew Amber's manipulations for what they were, but her
arguments had been sufficiently sound that Mara was stuck anyway.  Though,
of course, the fact that Ellen seemed to find putting her in such
situations amusing probably had something to do with it as well.

   She grumbled to herself, flexing aching muscles as best she could with
her hands and legs currently bound.  She surveyed the store, checking to
see if there were any customers she hadn't seen or heard enter during her
last little "demo." None.  She honestly didn't know if she was happy about
that or not.  As much as this really wasn't her thing, she'd had some nice
orgasms.  She was definitely going to be acquiring one of these new hard
light boxes, when the prices came down a bit.  For her subs of course, not
her.  Even if she'd been stuck on the sub side of the fence, she'd gotten a
very solid understanding of the Box's diverse abilities in the last few
hours.  More, even with Tinker, their undisputed toy expert, taking a round
at the controls early on, she had no doubt the surface of the Box's
potential had barely been scratched.  Now, if only she was the only
controlling it, rather than being controlled.  It was irritating as hell,
given that every other employee of Ellen's except Mara was at least a
switch, whereas Mara herself was pure dommie.

   The unimaginatively named "Light Box" that she currently inhabited was
nearly transparent, akin to a clear glass window, and only about four foot
cubed.  Within that interior, however, the outside user had near total
command of what happened.  Dozens of hard light projectors, positioned at
strategic points around the box, could create and manipulate nearly any
imaginable holographic construct inside the cube.  Already, in the mere
three hours that she had been hovering in the back of the store as a sales
demonstration for customers, she'd been force-fucked in all three holes by
the hard light cocks of a dozen different alien species, plus hands, toys,
a hairbrush, and a pair of tentacles.  That last one had, unshockingly,
been Tink, experimenting with just what the Box could do.  In addition to
the many and varied ways she'd been screwed, she'd been manipulated into
dozens of positions with the hard light bindings that even now held her
trapped, frustrated, on her hands and knees.

   The frustration wasn't entirely because she shouldn't be the sub in this
situation.  Working at Ellen's Delights you got over that sort of thing
quickly.  She could put up with the occasional bondage demo or submissive
simpering in order to make a sale.  No, while that was part of her slow
boil, the larger part was that she was horny as fuck and the last customer
had left her hanging.  He'd been one of their regulars, with a flagged pass
that allowed him to take advantage of one of the other features of the Box.
The private booth, set up right next to her bound and naked form, allowed
those with the right pass inside, where they could strap into a blowjob or
cunnilingus simulator.  The simulators would take detailed scans of their
genitals, then project them into the Box as a construct for Mara to
service, with, obviously, her performance being duplicated by their
simulators.  Between getting a portion of all sales, and her own pride in
her talents, she'd resolutely driven everyone who'd entered that booth to
high quality climaxes.  Unfortunately, not all of them had reciprocated,
including her last customer.  So she was horny, her juices slowly trickling
down her legs, and still had the rest of a twelve-hour shift left.

   A musical chime, almost inaudible, but instinctively recognized by every
employee, alerted her to another customer.  She craned her neck as best she
could to see who it was, and smiled in delight as she spotted one of her,
indeed of all of their, favorite customers.  Her lips naturally curled into
a grin, and a tiny bit of her irritation vanished as ever-chipper Alice
passed Matt Tor the brochure for the Light Box and pointed him in her
direction.  She licked her lips in anticipation as he separated from Alice
and made his way in Mara's direction.  He was a fellow dom, so this might
be interesting, but he wasn't the type to leave her hanging.

   He stopped in front of her and drank in her naked, sweaty form.  He
grinned and tapped one of the basic controls.  Her bonds abruptly shifted,
yanking her roughly from a traditional doggy style to an upright kneeling
position, legs and arms spread, with her back slightly arched to thrust her
chest forward.  He playfully ogled her form, her red hair splayed wildly
behind her, her large D-cups topped in dusky nipples, and the narrow
landing strip guiding the way to her core.  His eyes lingered on her ample
breasts over-long, drinking them in with exaggerated enjoyment, and she
rolled her eyes in response.

   He laughed, then smirked and tapped a command into the control panel. 
Fingers appeared in midair and sharply tweaked her nipples.  She winced,
but played along with a regretful pout.  He shook his head and tapped
another command.  The fingers turned to hands and began a light massage of
her tits, avoiding her nipples entirely now.  She allowed herself a low,
long moan and pressed her chest even further forward, hoping to encourage
him to do more.  She spotted a twitch in his pants through half closed eyes
and inwardly crowed in victory.  She let a small smirk develop for just a
moment when he turned away to sign in for the private booth.  She wiped it
off her face before he could see the monitors inside.

   Then she jerked in surprise as a feathery soft touch darted over her
spread lower lips.  She craned her neck, but couldn't see.  She felt the
darting touch again, then a third time, with a few second between each.  He
couldn't be controlling it yet?  It took a few minutes to hook up the
simulators, so surely not.  It must be something he turned on with the
hands.  A fourth, slightly longer, brush was accompanied by a portion of
the Light Box facing her shifting from transparent to mirrored.  How the
fuck had he?  Her wondering thought was pulled up short when she got a look
at what was hovering between her spread legs.  Shhhhiitttttt.

   It was a luridly pink, semi-rigid feather, playfully bouncing in place,
already lightly dampened with her stolen moisture.  Depending on how long
he took to-- It darted in again, but this time aimed for her inner thigh,
and it didn't leave immediately.  It whirled and darted over her trapped
flesh and she squirmed desperately, trying not to giggle.  Damn it!  That
bastard!  It switched sides and she womanfully bit her lip, trying not to
cry out, then her eyes widened in horror as another pair of them appeared,
hovering over her breasts.  "Oh Fuc--"

   The feathers darted forward, zeroing in on her nipples, still untouched
by the ethereal hands.  They attacked her rock-hard buds with vicious,
playful, abandon.  She shrieked, then lost all composure entirely, falling
unwillingly into a giggling fit as the hands exploded into a cloud of
less-rigid feathers and swirled over the rest of her exposed breasts. 
Distracted as she tried to squirm away from the tormenting feathers, she
was caught unaware as the feather beneath her flickered upward and drew a
long line up her slit.  A moan, a real one this time, was forced out
between the giggles at the surprise stimulation.  The motion began
repeating, and another of the softer feathers appeared and pounced on her
throbbing clit.  The new sensation drew a harried gasp and mixed more moans
into her giggle-fit.  Her eyes started to water, and another feather
attacked her rosebud, drawing both a flinch and a gasp.  She could hardly
breathe between giggles, gasps and moans, and no amount of squirming either
lessened or added to the sensations.

   Finally, when she was beginning to feel light headed from lack of a
proper breath, all sensation stopped.  She gasped and panted for several
moments, gratefully sucking in air.  When her eyes popped open -When had
she closed them?  - she spotted the grinning face of her boss, as well as
Amber and Alice.  She blushed deeply for the first time in months,
mortified at her undignified display.  Her mouth opened to spit something
snarky, then squeaked instead as a large light-cock unexpectedly speared
her from below.  It started vibrating roughly, forcing an unwillingly moan,
her higher brain still too busy dealing with the abrupt intrusion to
suppress the sound.  She wasn't given a chance to recover.  The cock
impaling her began a slow thrust, and the hands returned to her breasts,
this time including her nipples in a far rougher massage.

   Her eyes, once again closed, popped open as her restraints moved her
again, leaning her well forward, but not returning her to a doggy style
stance, forcing her hands behind her instead.  Additional bonds appeared at
her waist and shoulders, stabilizing the positon.  The reason for the shift
became readily apparent as a nine-inch cock, erect and throbbing, appeared
in front of her, close enough to gently smack her cheek.  She knew what he
wanted, and knew better than to refuse, despite the audience she could
still see in the corner of her vision.  Who knows what he'd come up with,
if she didn't obey?  She was certain he could do far worse than the
feathers, and Ellen was unlikely to stop him, so long as he didn't harm
her. Well, not unless she triggered the built in panic phrase, but it would
take a lot to make her do that.

   Shaking the thought off, she shifted slightly and sucked his tip in,
flicking the pointed tip of her tongue against the sensitive underside in a
well-practiced motion.  She grinned around the mouthful as he twitched,
they always did.  She flicked again, this time over the very tip, then
began an agonizingly slow descent down his shaft.  A brief eternity later,
he was hilted in her throat, and she began to hum a nameless tune, long
perfected for its effects rather than the sound it made.  He spasmed and
twitched, but there was no way she'd let him cum, not yet, not so easily,
not after those feathers.  She ceased humming and reversed direction, a
tiny bit faster coming up then going down, she needed air.  She nipped,
very carefully, with her teeth just below his cockhead.  She held the
gentle pressure, granting her finer control as she swirled her tongue with
maddening lightness on his underside, keeping him occupied while she drew
in the breath she needed through her nose.

   Just as she was about to continue, smug at getting the upper hand
despite her position, she felt a gentle prod on her rosebud.  Her eyes
widened, but she only just had time to release his head before the prodding
dildo sunk in, thankfully well-lubed by one of the Light Box's lubricant
dispensers.  The fake-cock in her cunt suddenly hilted and formed a pair of
rabbit ears to attack her clit, vibrating strong enough to send her
worked-up body screaming over the edge.  She howled the climax, surprise
overcoming her habitual control, but the stimulation didn't stop.  The anal
toy had hilted fully, and now started a gentle thrust, the large unit in
her pussy joining it in counter time after the second thrust.  An ethereal
hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed her back down on the cock in
front of her.  Aftershocks racked her body, and another climax was rapidly
building behind the first.  As the hand forced his cock down her throat,
she just barely managed enough thought to start humming again.  She felt a
surge of gratefulness when the hand faded.  She hadn't taken a proper
breath.  She hummed a moment longer, then withdrew to his tip.  She
hollowed her cheeks in a powerful vacuum and rapidly swirled her tongue
around his tip.  She almost lost her regained control a moment later, as
the pussy pounding cock shifted form and angle to repeatedly stab at her
G-spot.  A quick, desperate breath and she deep throated him in a single
motion, timing it with her onrushing orgasm.  She came again, even harder
than the first time, and her out of control moans and howls translated to
his cock.  She felt him spasm four times in rapid succession, the closest
the Box could come to replicating his ejaculation.

   She was glad when the cock faded, uncertain if she had the strength to
withdraw it herself.  Then she realized that the thrusting hadn't stopped.
Her eyes widened as the hands on her tits roughly pulled at her nipples and
the feather previously attacking her clit returned.  Her mind blanked as a
third, violent, climax crashed through her body.  Her eyes rolled back in
her head and she screamed, purple edging in at the edges of her vision. 
All sensation ceased and all constructs faded for a bare few moments,
leaving her hovering on the edge of a blackout, then a harsh slap to her
ass brought her back to awareness.

   She cried out in reflexive indignation, only to be abruptly silenced as
a ring-gag formed in her mouth.  She almost choked in surprise.  Hadn't
they disabled gags?  Her half-aware eyes caught sight of her boss at the
public control panel and she wanted to scowl.  Ellen met her eyes and
quirked an eyebrow.  Mara sighed and gave a little nod.  She knew, if she
hadn't, Ellen would have undone the gag, but Matt was one of their best,
and most well liked, customers.  They often went out of their way to give
him little extras.  She'd live.

   Her bonds shifted again, leaning her further forward and linking her gag
to her wrists, preventing her head from angling down.  The waist binding
lifted her, and her legs were drawn a bit closer together, leaving her
nearly back to the doggy-style she'd started in, only without her hands to
lean on.  A mirror formed in front of her again, larger this time, and her
eyes widened as a familiar nine-inch cock appeared behind her.  The
simulators were only for blowjobs!  How?  Another pair formed, a second
behind her that moved toward a lube dispenser, and a third directly in
front.  Oh.  Clever bastard.  He'd simply copied his scanned cock onto a
similarly sized dildo model and let the software do the rest.  He wouldn't
be able to feel what happened to any of them but the one at her mouth,
which was a bit less erect than the others, on closer examination.  She, on
the other hand, would certainly feel like she was being royally fucked by a
triple dose of that monster.

   She shuddered a bit, in both arousal and a bit of anxiety, suddenly very
glad that his nine-inch length was on the narrower side of what you'd
expect from that much size.  Even so, he was still quite thick by any
normal standard, and she didn't mess with anal much outside the store.  Not
on herself, at any rate.  Which meant she wasn't modded any to help with
size, unfortunately.  She might have to rethink Ellen's offers in that
direction.  She had the standard lubrication and resistance to permanent
stretching that all Ellen's Delight's employees got for free, if they made
it through their first month, but she'd never signed up for any of the
other optionals.  Mostly because the unspoken agreement was that Ellen
could then make use of those mods within reason, either for her own
amusement, or to help the store with sales drives and demos.  Most of the
other girls had at least one or two of the extras, but Mira didn't feel she
needed them, and didn't want to open herself up to the authority of another
like that.  Ellen understood, and had never pressed her, her presence as
the only pure dom in the shop was far more useful anyway.

   Her contemplations were cut short as the well lubed copy-cock pressed
gently but insistently into her lightly abused asshole.  It took its time,
adding plenty of new lube to that already present, but eventually it
pressed forward firmly, sinking its substantial length and girth to the
hilt inside her.  She winced a little, there was definitely a bit of pain
mixed with the pleasure.  It wasn't the biggest thing she'd ever taken
anally, but it was pretty close, and she certainly didn't use anything that
thick or long regularly.  She'd certainly never had two such girthy
penetrations at once.  She shivered with trepidation as the second cock
behind her parted her folds.  Her pussy was far more ready, and accustomed
to the size.  The slow hilting of the second shaft inside her would have
been entirely enjoyable if it hadn't increased the pressure on her rear
hole.  She could feel them pressing against each other through the strained
internal structures of her body.  She'd never felt so utterly stuffed in
her life.  Quite the thing to manage on any employee of this store.

   When the erection in front of her, once again rock-solid, moved forward,
pressing into her mouth, she was happy for the distraction.  It fit neatly
through the ring-gag, and smoothly pressed its entire length down her
throat.  She was surprised to find she could, with a little difficulty,
still breathe.  Apparently, he'd modified the cock-model to make it largely
hollow, allowing air through its length.  Which probably meant it was there
to stay, or at least that it would be thrusting rapidly enough that she'd
have little chance to breathe normally.  Lovely.  Her lightly acerbic
internal monologue was cut short as both of the implements impaling her
from behind began to lightly vibrate.  She groaned around the cock and gag,
closing her eyes to focus.  The sensation was almost too much.

   He must have sensed or suspected that fact as, for a solid minute,
nothing else happened.  As she started to get used to it, a tug on first
one nipple, then the other, convinced her to crack an eye open.  The mirror
showed a pair of hands, gently tugging on her buds.  Her eyes snapped open
when another pair appeared, with open clothespins held in their fingers. 
She tried to jerk away, but obviously couldn't, and the first clothespin
bit down.  It was surprisingly gentle, but still had a bit of bite to it.
She mentally shrugged, she actually enjoyed clamps normally, and these were
a bit less violent than most.  She didn't struggle as the other one was
placed, easily suppressing the small wince.  She closed her eyes again,
reveling in the sensation of weight pulling at her sensitive tits.  Pity
she couldn't ask him to add more weight, they were a bit light for her
tastes.  Oh well.

   She jerked a bit as another hand snuck up between her slightly spread
legs, trailing a finger along her inner thigh on first one side, then
drawing a light, teasing, circle on the other, before moving to her clit
and beginning a gentle rub.  Okay, she was definitely ready for a bit more
now.  Trying to clue him in on that, she began her usual tuneless hum on
his deep throated cock, only to get a hard swat on her rear for her effort.
She stopped, but was satisfied he'd at least gotten the message when the
anal cock started a slow withdrawal.  It stopped at near-total removal and
reversed.  When a quarter of its length was inside, its companion in her
core started its own withdrawal, but at a subtly quicker pace.  She allowed
herself to moan freely at the motion, the anal was still a bit painful, but
the vaginal felt delightful.  She was rewarded immediately for the moan,
with a firm vibration from the finger rubbing her clit.  Ah, so that's what
he was after, he wanted to play her like an instrument for his own
pleasure. It was a bit aggravating for her personally, but an intriguing
idea she'd have to try with one of her subs later.  Or, a wicked thought
struck her, on an unsuspecting Amber if she could arrange it.  Though only
after the girl got a through spanking.

   As much as it displeased her, she relaxed her vocal control, allowing
moans, groans, and gasps to work their magic on the cock buried in her
throat.  She threw in a few rhythmic swallows, half expecting to be swatted
again, but apparently it was acceptable.  She wouldn't do many, it wasn't
worth the sore throat that would result if she did, but a few well-placed
contractions should speed this along.  The pair of shafts thrusting into
her lower half were slowly ramping up now, still deliberately asynchronous,
and the finger rubbing her clit had been replaced by a proper vibe.  The
vibe gave occasional strong pulses, which she let create a stronger moan,
and the frequency of the thrusting was slowly building her towards another
climax.  A climax she could already feel would dwarf even the last, which
had nearly blacked her out.  Of course, this wouldn't come on the tail of
another two, so she'd likely be fine.  She was definitely looking into
those gene mods though, the anal was still a bit too much for her, though
at least it no longer hurt.

   She wasn't sure how long it went on, but figured it must have been a
good twenty minutes, based on the ache in her jaw, before the cock jammed
down her throat finally began moving.  It began a slow, smooth thrust,
which rapidly built as he neared his second climax.  The pace of her own
tormentors picked up in turn and the slowly building orgasm was now
onrushing much faster.  She didn't resist any single action, but willed
herself not to cum until he did.  That much control she was sure she could
still assert.  The speed picked up again, and the clitoral vibe viciously
attacked her, but she made it, a last burst of her normal humming forcing
him over the edge before he could stop her.  The projection pulsed in her
throat, an impressive five pumps this time, and she let herself cum with
the fifth, going almost silent with the system-shocking intensity of it. 
She saw the purple at the edge of her vision, but it wasn't much and she
started to come down, only to realize that only the length in her mouth and
the ring-gag had faded.  "Oh-uh," was the only thing she managed to gasp
before the feathers from earlier reappeared on her tits, hands began
roughly pulling at the clothespins trapping her nipples, and another set
began alternating between forcefully mauling and spanking her ass.

   There was a strange utter clarity as the over-stimulation sent her
crashing headlong for another intense cum, and she somehow created at least
a baker's dozen plans for her revenge, on Matt, Amber, and Ellen all three,
before the howling, full-body, consciousness shattering climax hit her and
she froze, mind blank, then slumped into oblivion.

   She woke a few minutes later, curled up, unbound for the moment, on the
floor of the Box.  Her eyes, once they managed to focus again, flashed to
the information board just visible outside the unit.  It told her that the
private booth was empty.  That was a relief.  As incredible as those
orgasms had been, she wasn't sure she could have handled much more, and
that last bit had been a clear show by her fellow dom that he was in
charge. As she watched, the telltale that indicated how many units she'd
sold increased by one and she gave a weak grin, which strengthened further
when a healthy tip was added.  That actually hadn't been discussed when
they set the system up, so Matt must have added it specifically.  The board
listed that unit as the fourth she'd sold so far today, and she would
receive nearly 500 credits per each unit.  Add in the tip and she already
had a decent down payment for a Light Box of her own.  She caught movement
at the edge of her vision and turned her head.

   Amber was standing at the control panel, smirking at her.  She tapped a
command and Mara felt the Light Box come to life again.  Oh shit.  As hands
grabbed her, forcing her back into a doggy-stance, she spotted one of
Tink's tentacle programs forming.  She swore to herself that she would lure
Amber onto one of the spanking benches tomorrow, even if she had to bribe a
customer to request it....

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P.S.  I have no clue if that hollow-cock thing would actually allow
someone to breath.  I normally try to make things as realistic as I can,
but my research failed to turn up an answer in this case.  I chose to go
with It, and just call "it's sci-fi and they figured it out if it wouldn't
normally be possible" on that one.  So, you know, don't try that one at
home.