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 Ellen's Sex Shop 1: Mara's Plot

   Amber was simultaneously incredibly turned on, and extremely irritated.
Oh, she loved working at Ellen's Delights, she really did.  For an
adventurous young woman, there were very few things that could top working
at a high-end, well respected, sex shop like Ellen's.  It was safe, fun,
and paid exceptionally well, for the rare few whom made it through Ellen's
selection process.  Add in an amazing boss, cool coworkers, a few free or
reduced cost gene mods, discounts, and pretty much guaranteed daily
orgasms, and she couldn't imagine ever quitting.  In point of fact, and
relevant to her current situation, she even enjoyed most of the sales
drives, demos, and other events that their boss arranged.

   Indeed, she didn't even have a problem with being singled out for this
particular event.  Technically, Amber was a switch, but she was full well
aware that she leaned heavily to the submissive side of the switch
spectrum, most of the time.  That meant that, of the entire staff, only
Cheryl was more submissive-oriented, and thus Amber was pretty high up the
list for any drive or demo involving the more sub-oriented equipment and
behaviors.  Drives like this one, which was focused on a new line of
hi-tech bondage equipment from Eros Mark, with the big ticket items being
some nice new dungeon/playroom furniture.

   With Cheryl, the shop's only hardcore sub, out for the day getting her
quarterly medical, it made total sense for Amber to be the floor model
demonstrating the new product line.  She'd done plenty of similar things
before and, in truth, she'd been fairly excited about it.  She made no
secret of her enjoyment of bondage and being played with while helpless. 
Plus, she trusted her fellow employees, and every single employee of
Ellen's Delights knew the rules of what was and wasn't allowed.  The other
shop girls, or Ellen herself, would manage any problems with customers
trying for more than they were allowed, and Amber would have an enjoyable,
safe, day in bondage, with plenty of friendly stimulation.  It had sounded
like a perfect day at work to her.  Hell, she wasn't just getting paid for
this, she even got a percentage of the sales for the items she was
demonstrating.  Given just how much some of it cost, she stood to make a
nice little bonus, while safely enjoying some of her favorite kinks.  Who
could argue with that?

   Unfortunately, Mara had added a wrinkle to the day that Amber hadn't
expected.  There were only five girls currently working for Ellen: Alice,
Amber, Cheryl, Mara, and Trisha(Tinker).  Of that number, and even
including Ellen herself, only Mara was a pure dominant.  Somehow, she'd
leveraged that bit of expertise, Ellen's mischievous soul, and likely a few
bribes of some sort for Alice and Tinker, into an added rule for Amber's
day in bondage.  Namely, that they could work her up, play with her,
whatever, as much as they wanted, but they couldn't make or let her cum. 
That honor would be reserved for some of the remote control features of
various bits of the new gear they were trying to sell.  Her passionate,
charismatic, and totally bullshit argument had been that seeing Amber is a
state of high arousal, ready to cum at the drop of a finger, would sell the
product better.  That, furthermore, the fact that she would cum at the drop
of a finger when the customers tested out the products, would encourage the
customers to buy these obviously effective, and visibly enjoyable toys.

   So, with Amber already trussed up in her first set of gear for the day,
which had suspiciously included a bit-gag curtesy of Mara, the rest of the
staff had agreed to the idea, with more than a few wicked sparkles in their
eyes.  It had been thus that Amber's day of delightful, horny hell had
begun.  The first few hours of her 12-hour shift had been the worst.  The
early hours after opening were almost invariably slow hours, and the entire
shop had amused themselves by playing with her.  Occasionally in turns, but
more often conspiring together.

   Amber had worked at Ellen's for nearly two years, and every single one
of the girls knew her weak points, preferences, and kinks almost as well as
they knew their own.  Tinker, Amber's best friend and frequent lover, when
neither of them had a boyfriend, had been the best and worst, with Mara and
Ellen close behind.  They'd had her positively frothing, outright begging
to cum, after the first hour.  It had been another two before she'd
actually gotten any release.  A couple of customers had given her a few
jolts before then, but neither had been regulars, and both girls had been
too shy or uncomfortable with the idea to play with her much.  Thankfully,
the third had been a guy.  He'd been a newbie as well, but hadn't had any
qualms about sending her through a trio of blissful climaxes while he'd
been there.  That had taken the edge off, but Mara and the others had made
sure to put said edge right back in place.

   She'd had a few breaks, several more orgasms, and a couple of changes in
her setup since then and despite her frustrations, generally couldn't say
it had been a bad day, overall.  But now...now she was slowly being driven
out of her mind.  It was her current setup that was, mostly, to blame.  The
hi-tech bondage stand that was her primary display item was made of a
specialized memory-metal, manipulated by low grade current that could
reshape it to a surprising degree.  Mara had been in charge of posing her,
and had placed her standing, feet a bit more than shoulder width apart,
hands laced behind her head with elbows out.  The hand/arm placement arched
her back slightly, pressing her large C-cups forward to prominence.  She'd
then activated the bondage stand, and the metal had warped around Amber's
body from the central vertical bar aligned with her spine, and the
secondary, ankle-height horizontal bar.  The vertical bar had flowed around
her like metal ribs, then formed together in a tight mockery of a bra,
lifting and squeezing her tits with gentle but firm pressure, forming and
shaping them to be put on perfect display.  Which, of course, meant
covering nothing.  A metal collar to lock her head in place, and a
connection from collar to wrists and wrists to bar ensured she couldn't
move her arms.  A metal waist belt and thigh cuffs had formed next, then
the ankle-height bar had shackled her ankles in thick manacles, before
sprouting a long pedestal mount for a toy, pointed at her spread pussy like
a dagger.

   That, unfortunately, was only the beginning.  Mara had taken full
advantage of the fact that Amber had piercings in both nipples, her navel,
and her clitoris hood.  She'd hung vibrating clamps from her nipple-rings,
then used a thin chain to tie both clamps to the third ring horizontally
placed through her hood.  She'd armed the attachment points on the stand's
pedestal with a pair of the high-tech toys from the promotion, a
moderately-sized beaded anal affair, and a longer, thicker vibe for Amber's
pussy.  All of the toys were not only remote capable, but from the same
designer brand and could thus be tied into a sophisticated master control
panel.  Which they were, right in front of her, where the customers had
easy access to all their options.  Just to add insult to injury, Mara had
gagged her, and used the jewel piercing in her navel to stick a happy
little sign labeled "try me" to Amber's naked belly.

   So, there she was, not a stitch on her and forcibly bared to the world,
for neither the toys nor the metal covered anything of any consequence. 
Worse, the evil bitch, whom Amber was mutinously planning revenge upon, had
set the master controls to randomize a program from their collective
defaults to take her right to the edge of climax, then leave her hanging,
repeatedly, when their sensors warned them she was about to cum.

   It was bad enough, to be blunt, that Mara knew she had a fairly large
exhibitionist streak.  She'd have been dripping just from the body-baring
pose.  That she was now following a vicious cycle of being driven to a
mewling, moaning, mess, before crying out in gag-smothered frustration as
the stimulation backed off to let her cool down, was taking her evil
machinations entirely too far.  She would rue the day!  Rue it!  After,
that is, this nice person she saw walking toward her helped her cum,
hopefully more than once.

   It was a moment after that half-distracted thought that Amber's eyes
widened, having gotten a better look at just who it was striding towards
her.  Telira Ulii was a regular in very good standing, who often requested
her personally for toy demos, and Amber had no idea if what was about to
happen was very good or terrifying.  She knew the woman well, was at the
very least friendly with her, and could possibly even count her a friend.
But Telira was, to be perfectly honest, a complete nymphomaniac who
casually tried to seduce anyone she liked.  Given that she very much liked
Amber, having long ago declared her "utterly adorable," she had no idea
what her pseudo-friend would do with her rendered completely helpless and
at her mercy like this.  Though, the flickering fire in her lust darkened
eyes as she stepped up to the master control panel told Amber that,
whatever she did, it was going to be interesting.

   Telira looked over the control panel, tapping through a few screens of
its advanced features.  Her smoky eyes occasionally glanced up to ravish
her friend's form, and her free hand began openly massaging her own breast
as she read.  She looked up, licking her lips.  "Oh my, you poor dear,
you've had a rough few hours haven't you?  Edged fourteen times without a
single cum!  Well, we'll just have to see what we can do about that." She
bit her lip, flushing, "Though perhaps not right away...."

   Amber gulped, but that's all she had time for.  Telira stabbed a finger
down and the monster stretching her cunt roared to life at full intensity.
She'd been just out of a "cooling down" period, and she instinctively tried
to lurch away, despite her bonds, as her body, conditioned over the last
few hours to expect a slow build, was sent hurtling down the track to
climax at breakneck speed.  Her eyes bulged, then rolled back in her head,
she was almost-- The sensation stopped, and she tried to cry out again,
around the gag.

   Telira chuckled.  "Now, now, that wouldn't have made good use of all
that edging, such a crude climax would have undone such a marvelous
buildup." She flicked her finger and the nipple vibes started, sending a
pleasant tingle through her nipples, then down to her clit as it translated
through the chain.  Another flick, and her anal toy did something new,
going cold as ice, drawing a gasp at the surprise sensation.  It was joined
a moment later by warmth flooding from its forward companion, and Amber
groaned as her battered and confused body tried to make sense of the
various sensations.  When both toys began vibrating, it decided on pleasure
and she felt her orgasm coiling tightly inside her, again.  Her eyes,
closed in the confusion, opened to plead with the woman holding her
pleasure hostage.

   Another spike of pleasure flooded her, as she processed what she was
seeing.  Telira wasn't touching the controls at all.  Instead, she had one
hand under her tight halter top, and the other down her unbuttoned pants,
and presumably panties.  The slightly older woman had her gaze riveted to
Amber's heaving chest and was panting lightly herself, her unsubtly moving
hands clearly pushing her near to her own climax.  Amber's anal intruder
warmed, matching the nearly to-hot temperature of the other toy, and both
increased the power of their vibrations.  It must have been preprogrammed,
and her dazed mind noted there was no way she was coming back from this
one.

   Telira's eyes wrenched away from her tits, and locked themselves on
Amber's own, she winked, then closed them tightly and moaned lowly as she
went over her own edge, shuddering lightly.  The sight of the other woman
getting off was the last straw for Amber, her mind went blank as she
finally rocketed past the point of no return, howling into the gag as her
whole body convulsed.  A second climax ripped right through the first as
the dam burst, and she lost all sense of time.  She might have passed out,
purple was edging into her vision, but both vibes abruptly went ice-cold,
dragging her forcibly back into the here-and-now.

   A here-and-now in which she was utterly slumped into the metal of the
bondage stand, unable to even think about holding her own weight.  It was
surprisingly comfortable, despite its tight metal nature, though that might
be the haze of pleasure she was struggling to think through.  All sensation
ceased for a few moments, and temperatures returned to normal, but as
Amber's mind began to clear a low buzzing returned to her nether regions,
her pussy vibe gently starting up again.  Her mind solidified enough from
its liquefied haze of pleasure to shift her eyes to her friend.

   Telira's eyes met hers, full of mischief.  She smirked.  "Fifteen edges,
and two climaxes, let's see how close to equalizing those numbers we can
get, before you pass out."

   Amber's eyes widened slowly, as the thought sluggishly processed.  She
wanted to shake a frantic "No," but it was far too late.  A command from
her friend set the spinners inside her pussy-vibe off, causing it to writhe
like a snake inside her.  It bumped her G-spot and she tried to lurch
against her bonds again, frantic noises of denial dying in her throat,
overtaken by a lewd moan made lewder by her gag.  Her eyes squeezed closed,
soaking in the new sensation, thoughts of protest completely lost, and she
bucked the little bit she could against the toys.  Her eyes snapped open as
a mouth engulfed her right nipple.  Customers couldn't-- But it wasn't a
customer, it was her boss, Ellen's raven haired form unmistakable against
her chest.  A moment later a second head, of spikey blue and purple hair,
Tinker's, joined her boss by latching onto her other tit.



   Ellen's mouth released her and she smirked up at Amber.  "That was
ridiculously hot you know, made me soak my panties.  Or, you know, it would
have if they hadn't been so soaked from watching you all day that I took
them off at lunch.  Now, how about I apologize for letting Mara loose on
you all day, hmm?" She returned to her nipple of choice, nibbling and
sucking on the painfully hard bud, removing the vibrating clamp and pulling
at the nipple-ring with her teeth.  The other clamp came free in Tink's
hand, and Amber let out an unconscious sigh as the weight faded.  They'd
been getting surprisingly heavy.  The writhing inside her calmed to a more
calculated orbit, even moving a bit with its own memory metal, Telira
trying to guide it back to her accidently stuck G-spot.  The build towards
her peak became much gentler, almost loving, and as Ellen added skilled
hands working knots out of Amber's muscles, her muffled mewls and moans
turned plaintive, longing.  The fading of the day's stress buildup under
those skilled hands enhanced her arousal in the most pleasant way possible.

   Ellen left her nipple, kissing and nibbling her way down Amber's flat
stomach, removing the note pinned to her piercing and wriggling her tongue
into the belly button below.  Amber giggled a bit at the ticklish
sensation, then she moved on, downward, detaching the last chain connection
at her clit and swiping across the exposed button with the tip of her
tongue.  Amber jerked in her bonds again, and whimpered in need.  She felt
Ellen grin against her, and the older woman pounced on her largish,
throbbing clit, sucking on it like a tiny cock.  One of Tink's hands had
risen to the newly freed breast, and she pinched Amber's nipple hard,
biting the other, right as Ellen went for the kill.  Under their joint
assault Amber's eyes rolled back and she came explosively, but the pleasure
only lessened, it didn't stop.

   "Three." She heard distantly, and knew it ought to mean something. 
Something both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

   Tinker's head and hands finally left her tits and she kissed her way up
as Ellen had headed down.  She stopped to suck on Amber's collar bone, then
again at her pulse point, hard enough some half-aware part of Amber's mind
knew she'd have bruises.  Then blessed relief, a pleasure all of its own
sort, flooded her as Tink's hand's removed her gag, tossing it away.  Her
jaw automatically tried to work, but was frozen, and pain lashed through
the relief.  A gentle sound in her ear from Tink eased the spike, and
massaging fingers along her jaw brought unimaginable bliss.  A nip at her
ear, a gentle nibble, kisses along her pleasantly aching jawline, then Tink
was at her lips with a gentle but passionate kiss.

   Ellen had backed off, but kept up a gentle pleasure by nibbling at her
inner thighs and teasingly caressing her clit with the lightest of touches.
She let the kiss linger for a few moments before pressing in for another
assault, swirling her tongue around the still-engorged clit, then folding
her tongue around it, moving her head back and forth, tongue-fucking the
large bundle of nerves.  Amber groaned loudly into Tink's kiss, but it
wasn't quite enough, not as worn out as her body was from the long day. 
Then Telira's methodical efforts found her g-spot and the repeated brush of
the twisting vibe against it slammed into Amber like a runaway train and
threw her violently back over the edge.  "Four." Stated the distant voice
through the fog, but Amber couldn't think what it could mean.

   Ellen and the vibe hadn't let up, and Tink had shifted to leaving more
hickeys on her sometime lover.  In less than a minute a spasming, howling
Amber was convulsing through another orgasm.

   "Five."

   The anal vibe turned on at full power, and it trigged another climax
almost on top of the last.

   "Six."

   Amber was shouting mindless expletives, barely clinging to
consciousness, and Tink pinched both of her nipples.  Another shudder. 
Then she stilled, and slumped.

   ***

   "Seven.  Pity, she seems to have blacked out." Telira's voice was almost
absent-minded, and when the other's glanced at her, it was clear why.  She
had shamelessly shed her pants and was visibly fingering herself, drenched
thong pulled to one side.  "Shall we let her go?  Or do we wait for her to
return to the land of the living for the other eight?"

   Ellen blinked, then chuckled.  "That's a hard question, I suppose it
depends on how long she takes to awaken, and if her mind is still there
when she does." There was a twinkle in her eyes at the last, dispelling any
real concern.  This was hardly the first time one of her employees had
passed out from cumming too hard or too often.  Their ability to handle
such was actually something their medical evals had to show before she
hired them.

   Telira's fingers had slowed, but not stopped, gently teasing herself as
she gained a thoughtful look.  Suddenly, she grinned.  "Or, perhaps, it
depends on what you still need to demo?"

   When Ellen cocked an eyebrow at her, she clarified.  "Well, obviously,
I'm going to buy one of everything she was using.  Including the stand. 
But I'm still not so sure about anything else from the product line.  It
is, however, quite possible she might convince me, with another eight
climaxes that hot."

   Tink made a choking noise, but Ellen coolly stood.  "I imagine that
could be arranged, why don't we settle the initial purchase?  Then I can
show you the remaining options." She waved at Tinker.  "Tink, get her down,
cleaned, and apply some nano-gel." She moved off, Telira following, their
customer not bothering to put her pants back on.

   Tinker blinked, then grinned and snapped off a mock-salute at her boss's
back.  The nano-gel was a highly capable healing agent that would, along
with the recovery mods that all of Ellen's employees got for free, take
care of most of the physical effects Amber was likely suffering.  Add a
protein shake, a stimulant, plus the incentive of such a huge commission,
and Amber would almost certainly be willing to at least take a stab at the
rest of that climax count.  She shook her head and set about getting her
friend down, and into a rough approximation of ready.  Somehow, Tinker
thought the remaining hours until the store's closing time would be even
more interesting than usual....

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