Natasha gets in a spot of bother, with a little help from her friends
The start of a brand new adventure with the amazing Natashainpieces !
“This is stupid, what does “Magic Shoppe” even mean? Spelling it like that makes my teeth itch “
“Oh come on Tash it will be fun. We can’t drink all day! “
Natasha sighed. When she had agreed to a weekend away with Leslie and Marlee she had pictured wine, cocktails, dinner, maybe a club. Not wandering around some little town in the middle of nowhere looking in antiques shops or the like.
With another sigh Natasha followed her friends into the small shop which seemed to have more stuff in it than you would need to fill a shop four times the size. She wandered around shelf to shelf half heartedly looking at crystals and pendants and candles of more shapes and sizes than she could ever have imagined needed to exist. Knowing their next stop was meant to be a vineyard for wine tasting she bit her tongue and followed behind as her friends went from item to item apparently interested.
As they rounded a corner Natasha felt her cheeks flush. This section of the shop was quite different. Gone were the folksy fake magic stuff, to be replaced with something a little more interesting to say the least. Racks of leather and latex clothes. Rope. Handcuffs. Vibrators. Lots of stuff Natasha didn’t even recognise.
“Oh my god !”
Natasha was surprised that Marlee was so into this stuff.
“We should totally get some stuff for tonight”.
Leslie was less surprising. Natasha knew she had a kinky streak.
“There is a changing room over there, try anything you like..” The shopkeeper was a tall brunette woman in her mid twenties. Her rather alluring figure was not hurt at all by being wrapped in a leather jumpsuit, unzipped proactively down to her full cleavage. Natasha, who considered herself so straight it hurt, couldn’t help but take a second look. She did seem rather out of place in this strange shop in a sleepy town.
“I’ve got an idea.. Let’s pick one person as a guinea pig and she can try things for the others”.
Natasha now had a very bad feeling about this. Somehow whenever Leslie had an “idea" someone else usually paid the price for her fun. And more than once it had been her.
The shopkeeper was there in an instant, producing a deck of cards.
Great idea, sounds like a fun afternoon for all, and as a sweetener ten percent off for you lovely ladies for making my day. All draw a card, the lowest card is the lucky lady who gets to try stuff out for the other two?”
“Queen of hearts”
“Nine of clubs”
“Oh fuck, hey look I didn’t agree to this”
Natasha looked at her two of spades forlornly. She had known before she even turned it over and the look on Leslie’s face told her it was going to be a long afternoon. At first all seemed fairly innocent. Marlee picked up a huge vibrator and ran it down Natasha’s back, while Leslie made some jokes about some naff looking edible panties.
“OK Tag I want you to try these”.
Natasha laughed and shook her head as Leslie held up a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps connected by a short heavy looking chain. The three had been roommates at college and didn't have too many secrets, but!
“C’mon guys, seriously I am not wearing those things for you!”
“Now now, a deal is a deal and we dealt on it.”
Natasha was starting to dislike the shopkeeper. It was like she was doing Leslie’s bidding from the off. But then she had a voice like honey and a smile that …. Natasha tried to refocus.
“Look. It's not funny, I would have to strip off to put those on and someone might come in…”
“I can watch the door” the shopkeeper contributed unhelpfully.
Natasha shook her head and shuffled towards a corner of the room away from the door and took a deep breath. Was she really going to do this ? It was crazy, but in a funny way exciting. She took another deep breath and undid her dress and wriggled out of it. Marlee picked it up and put it in a box. Natasha closed her eyes for a moment, decided she had reached the point of no return and reached back to tackle the clasp on her bra. Moments later she stood in the corner of the store in just her white panties and high heels watching Leslie stuff her bra in the same box, cupping her generous boobs as best she could to try and hang on to some scrap of modesty.
“Oh my god Tash, you are really doing it !”
Whilst Marlee sounded surprised Natasha really felt like she hadn’t had a choice. Leslie handed the box she was carrying to the shopkeeper and picked up the clamps.
“OK, lets see what you think of these !!”
Natahsa watched with growing horror as Leslie opened one of the clamps and moved closer. She kept her hands clamped even tighter over her boobs, the soft flesh spilling out above and below her tensed fingers. She found it impossible to take her eyes off the small jaws and their little teeth even as Marlee took her wrists and moved her hands away.
“Oh fucking hell no!”
Natasha gasped as the first clamp bit into her tender flesh, which simply provoked howls of laughter from her friends. She could feel blood trying to fight its way into her poor tender bud, her large brown nipple throbbing painfully. She cried out again as the second clamp found its home.
“I forgot what great tits you have!”
Leslie laughed as Natasha rolled her shoulders in discomfort.
“Leslie!”
Natasha blushed even as she reproached her friend, and raised her hands in a clumsy attempt to remove the horrible clamps and cover herself all in one move. However Marlee held her wrists firm, pulling them behind Natasha’s back. Before she had had a chance to protest she felt the touch of cold metal on her wrists and two loud and final sounding snicks.
“Marlee!”
“What, I just wanted to try those out too!”
Marlee laughed as Natasha tugged uselessly on the metal cuffs trapping her hands behind her back. Her nipples were throbbing in protest at the clamps still hanging from them, although the pain had numbed a little. It was academic as Natasha had no way of removing them, nor of covering herself.
“OK come on, I let you have your fun, can we get me out of these and go get a martini or something? “
Natasha tried to sound nonchalant but she just wanted her nipples freed and her clothes back. She wasn’t at all sure this was fun. Well not for her at least, the others looked a little too pleased with themselves for her liking.
“Oh this is cute!”
“Yeah she will look great in that”
Natasha winced as Leslie tightened a leather collar around her neck. She sighed as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror across the store. Her curvy figure, pale skin all on display, modesty protected only by her white panties. The wretched clamps were still hanging from her throbbing nipples and having her hands cuffed behind her back seemed to make her large tits look even bigger. The collar around her neck had a d ring on the front with a short leash hanging from it. Natasha blushed again but figured the sooner her friends had their fun the sooner they would be back to thinking about cocktails.
“What’s through here ?”
Leslie peered through a door at the far end of the room. Natasha edged that way hoping whatever was through there would be a distraction from playing with her.
“Oh thats we keep the traditional magic stuff, mostly for our professional clients” the shopkeeper answered.
“You mean like card tricks and stuff ?”
“Yes and the bigger tricks…”
“Oh this should be good”
Inside Natasha groaned but followed uncomfortably. They headed through a door into a much larger space. Natasha blinked in surprise. The room was more like a warehouse and it was full of magical props, some she recognised, many she didn’t.
“These look amazing!”
“Hey, could we try one of these out on Tash ? “
“No No No, a joke is a joke let me out of this crap and lets find a bar”
The shopkeeper paused for a second and then nodded.
“I have an idea which might fit the mood, follow me”
“Hey what ? I didn't agree to this ? Stop messing about and get these things off my poor nipples!”
Leslie laughed and grabbed Natasha by the leash on her collar and dragged her forwards. The shopkeeper wheeled out a strange looking contraption. A wheeled platform with an upright box on top, with a wheel on one side. Natasha relaxed slightly as she thought she recognised the trick from TV. Still resigned to giving her friends their fun so her ordeal would be over she shuffled forward towards the inevitable.
“OK I will go in the silly illusion, you can put the pics on Instagram, do your worse, but please can you get these things off first ? “
Natasha shook her shoulders which just made the nipple clamps sway and bite even more then, with a hard stare aimed at Leslie, she followed the shopkeeper's directions to climb into the box. Natasha winced slightly as the tall brunette locked a wooden stock around her neck. What she wasn’t expecting was for the stock to be secured with a padlock. Smiling, the shopkeeper pulled a curtain down covering Natasha from the neck down.
“Natasha if you would shuffle forward so your toes stick out those holes at the base there please”.
Natasha nodded and moved forward until she could feel her toes and front of her feet slide through two small holes. She looked at Leslie and Marlee. They were grinning like cheshire cats. A part of Natasha wondered if she had been set up, they seemed way too happy about her predicament and she knew how much Leslie liked a practical joke. She rolled her head a little, that wood around her neck was tight! Either way she decided it didn’t matter. Soon they would have had their fun. At least she kind of knew the trick she figured, she would end up sort of kneeling or crouching in the box somehow giving the appearance she had been squashed to a fraction of her usual height. Seemed silly really, but she had gone along this far.
“As you girls seem to be in a spicy mood, usually we have a cut out for the assistant’s hands here, but….”
Leslie and Marlee squealing with joy brought Natasha’s attention back to the shopkeeper. She was putting down a wooden board with a pair of small holes in it and replacing it with one with a rather larger figure of eight shaped cutout, hanging it on the curtain which completed the box Natasha was trapped in. Without any further explanation the shopkeeper picked up a box and aimed it at Natasha. At first nothing happened beyond a quiet hum, but then Marlee and Leslie clapped and giggled and Natasha realised she was starting to feel odd.
Sure enough her head was sinking slowly, her point of view changing as if she was getting shorter. A glimpse in the mirror across the room confirmed that as expected, her feet were slowly rising up the sides of the box, leaving clear air beneath. At first she felt herself forced to stoop a little, bend her legs to accommodate the box’s reduction in height. But all too soon her legs felt as if they were being pushed into her hips and the pressure on her neck and shoulders was getting worse. She tried to move a bit to make space to kneel or crouch, but somehow her feet were now trapped. She moaned loudly, it was all very odd but it was getting harder to figure out what was happening. Her back and legs felt warm and shaky and she could feel the nipple clamps being pushed against the inside of the curtain.
Another glance in the mirror and it was Natasha’s turn to squeal, but this time in horror. She was barely half her usual height now but hadn’t done anything to help the illusion. Leslie and Marlee were watching in quiet disbelief now and Natasha could see why. As she was getting remorselessly shorter her soft pillowy tits were starting to appear through the figure of eight shaped cut out. She clenched her fists where they were still cuffed behind her back as she grew ever shorter and the pressure pushed more and more of her tits out of the box, led by the damned clamps and their chain.
“Please, stop, this is freaking me out, I am stuck in here, I don’t know the trick.”
“It’s magic,” the shopkeeper smiled enigmatically.
Natasha closed her eyes in disbelief . She felt so strange. Parts of her that never usually met felt as if they were rubbing against each other and she felt warm and tingly all over. It didn’t hurt as such. In fact it was almost pleasurable.Sexual even. The box continued to get shorter and shorter. . She moaned again and blushed a little. Glancing down her she could see her now swollen tits just under her chin. She wriggled her toes and to her horror felt them tickle the base of her oversize orbs.
“Oh god Natasha, that's unbelievable ! “
Leslie sounded delighted, while Marlee took a couple of snaps on her phone. Stuffing it in her handbag she reached out gingerly, rubbing Natasha’s big toe and then the side of her now possibly double E cupped left breast.
“It's really real, it's really her”
It didn't take long for Leslie to check for herself. Natasha tried to look impassive as her friend rubbed her tits and toes for herself. Every touch sent a shiver through Natasha that she didn’t fully understand. But it felt much better than it should.
Finally the mechanism stopped. Natasha looked over to the mirror again. Her body was somehow inside a box barely high enough to contain the base of her swollen breasts. Her head was free out of the top, her tits resting on her toes. The box wasn’t much more than six inches tall and Natasha was in no doubt that she really was still inside. She felt squeezed from every angle and found she could not move anything not outside the box.
“How … “
“So cool, Marlee get more pics”
Leslie pulled on the chain connecting the clamps and Natasha whimpered.
“Please, let me out now, I have been a good sport.”
In response the shopkeeper fiddled with something either side of Natasha’s breasts and after a click, lifted her in her little box out of the side panels and set her on a table”
“Oh god Natasha !!”
“So amazing …. “
Leslie picked up the small wooden box that now seemed to contain all of her friend, laughing out loud when she found it weighed just a few pounds. She turned the box upside down and around, causing Natasha to wince as the clamps swung around. She stopped and paused for a second.
“Please let me out”
“What, no, I think I fancy a drink, what do you think Marlee ? “
“Drink, hey, come on! What about me!?!”
Despite Natasha’s protests Marlee picked up a tote bag with the shop’s branding on it and held it open in front of Leslie.
“Is it ok if we take a break for a drink? I could kill a cocktail ? “
“Of course” the shopkeeper purred “we are open till six tonight”
“Seriously! Please no ! “
Natasha didn’t really expect Leslie to take any notice and she felt herself lowered into the bag. To make matters worse the bag they had chosen was really a bit too small and her aching tits were crushed upwards and squeezed as her weight was taken by the handles. She could tell she was being carried somewhere and to her horror could see blue sky if she tried to look up, so bit her tongue and tried to keep quiet on her most bizarre of journeys.
“Three Pornstar Martinis please”
As far as Natahsa could tell Leslie had put the bag she was still crammed into under the table in the bar across the main street from the magic shop. She was now deeply unamused, the joke had gone too far. Her tits were sore now and she wasn’t even in the same building as her clothes or presumably the only way of getting back to normal.
“Come one Leslie, please, you can’t be serious, anyone could see me here! Please!!”
Nevertheless Natasha found herself dragged out of the bag and placed on the table in the bar. The girls had chosen a secluded booth in the far corner of the bar, and the place was pretty much empty on a Thursday afternoon, but Natasha was beside herself. How could they ? The trouble was she was painfully aware that the more fuss she made the more likely she was to draw attention to herself. Marlee positioned a drinking straw in her mouth and Natasha took a long draw on her drink, hoping the alcohol would help her calm down a little.
“Wow, who is your friend ? “
Natasha coughed and spat out her straw, she knew it. She had been seen.
“Oh? Natasha, she's cute like that isn’t she ? “
“I.I , I er”
Natasha was struggling to know what to say. Making a fuss or shouting for help was only likely to make things worse but how do you casually say Hello to a stranger when you are basically a head and a pair of tits in a box? She wasn’t sure. It didn’t help that the newcomer was dashingly handsome. By default Natasha decided to be quiet and let her friends do the talking.
“Cute? She’s very sexy!”
Natasha blushed again. The guy, who had introduced himself as Rob, was by now chatting easily to Marlee and Leslie, all three talking as if Natasha wasn’t there. He even bought the other two drinks without even pausing to ask if she would like one.Soon he was in full flight, chatting and flirting, and all of a sudden stroking Natasha’s left breast. It was an idle movement, like someone might play with a napkin or toothpick. It was humiliating and yet Natasha could feel a twinge of excitement somewhere inside the box. She blushed again.Finally, inevitably, the conversation came around to her predicament.
“So what did she do to wind up in there ? “ Rob asked with a smile that suggested he was very pleased that she had.
“Oh, nothing at all! She volunteered”
Natasha moaned. Rob had chosen that exact moment to tug on one of her nipple clamps. But somehow it sounded like she was agreeing, or even excited. She was still trying to come up with something to say that would explain everything but the sentence just wouldn't form.. She was sure that was nothing to do with the handsome stranger now playing with her nipples. If she was honest with herself she was slightly scared she was enjoying the attention.
“How long can she stay like this? “
Natasha started to answer, but.
“Oh as long as it’s fun, why ? “
“Well I was just thinking about how much fun I could have with her for an hour or two, like that, but I am sure you ladies have other plans..”
Natasha’s blood ran cold but her protest was cut off by Marlee tugging hard on the chain between the hated clamps. As it was Natasha instead heard Leslie, of course it was Leslie, answer for her.
“Well we have to get her back to the shop before six, and we were about to head to a wine tasting on the edge of town, so we could let you have for an hour or so I guess.”
She sounded like she was arranging the loan of a garden shovel! As Natasha opened her mouth to launch into a tirade about being a real person with rights and feelings and not some dumb plaything however the girls pounced. Marlee pinched her nose while Leslie forced a metal ring into Natasha’s mouth, a leather strap behind her head securing it.
“GGGGMMMMmmmmPH!”
“Oh I like that too” Rob smiled, “And it sounds like she's excited as well. It will make her even more fun, thank you”.
Once again Rob was speaking about Natasha like she was not there, or not actually a person with her own thoughts and feelings. And once again under the outrage Natasha felt a traitorous pang of something very exciting.
“Hey Tash, first date in ages hey?”
Natasha gave Leslie a murderous look as Rob, her tall handsome stranger, lifted her from the table and shoved her back into the shopping bag.
After an uncomfortable few minutes in the bag,, in which she tried to figure out how on earth she had ended up in this mess, Natasha blinked and tried to take in his new surroundings. She guessed this Rob must live locally, she was in a fashionably decorated open plan room, perched on a side table.. At one end an expensively fitted kitchen with suitably designer looking coffee machine, then a dining area, couches and a big tv and doors which she guessed led to bedrooms and bathrooms. Added to his chiselled good looks, expensive cologne and designer clothes there is no doubt that Rob would qualify as quite the catch. Then the ache from her jaw reminded her that she probably wasn’t in his place for her sparkling personality.
Natasha’s gaze followed Rob as he moved about, showing precious little interest in his new acquisition. It took a few minutes for Natasha to realise that in fact Rob was paying her about as much attention to her as if she were just a vase or picture on his mantle. The odd thing was she wasn’t completely sure if she was annoyed or disappointed. Clearly she was a modern independent woman and being objectified was not cool at all. But, if she were gonna be stuck in this predicament, little more than a living statue herself really, then she damned well wanted to be the centre of attention as a result. Especially as her captor was undeniably hot.
Finally, after watching helplessly as he fixed himself an espresso and replied to some emails Rob approached her, looking at her as if seeing her for the first time.
“This really is so hot. It’s like the perfect girl. Silent, always available, no complaints.”
He laughed to himself but Natasha decided it was an amused laugh rather than a cruel one. She blushed slightly at the thought of being perfect, despite what she had been put through to achieve this status, and even being referred to as an it had a certain frisson. The tinges did not abate when he started to stroke her tits. Lift and twist and play with the clamps that were still biting into her poor nipples. A stream of moans squeals and gasps flowed from her mouth as a result of the heady, confusing mixture of pleasurable and painful sensations but the metal ring holding her mouth open rendered them all a constant long moan.
“And it’s so cool that she’s so up for it, no complaints at all, amazing”.
Natasha moaned in frustration. She had complaints, a whole list. She wanted out, to let her poor nipples free, to get to know this guy properly. She shook her head no, moaned again and wiggled her toes madly, which merely caused ripples down the length of her soft tits.
Rob laughed and started to undo his belt.
“I get it you are keen, you love being the sexy statue. You want to be used, but in your situation you pretty much have to wait !“
Natasha fell silent, not just because of the futility of trying to complain with a ring gag in her mouth, but because Rob had dropped his pants and was sliding off his boxers. His thighs were toned and dark bronze. And he was hard, his substantial cock swaying as he walked closer. She took a deep breath, watching intently.
Natasha had always prided herself on certain skills. She may not have Marlee’s long legs or Leslie’s pinched waist but she knew she had great, big sensitive tits and a certain skill with her lips and tongue which had never failed to impress. Somehow although she should be railing against being used by this stranger in such a vulnerable situation she found herself wondering if she could still be memorable with a metal ring wedging her mouth open.
She closed her eyes as he entered her wide open mouth. He went deep quickly, clearly seeing her as something to be used, not a partner. She struggled for a second as he found the back of her throat, fighting to control the urge to gag. He seemed not to notice, grasping the corners of the box as he thrust himself into her mouth, deeper and faster.
Fighting to concentrate under the onslaught she tried to focus, running her tongue under and and around the invading member, She closed her eyes, ignoring the impact of his hips on her nose and lips and for reasons she couldn’t fully explain to herself centred all her intention on making this blowjob a memorable one for the handsome stranger. Perhaps it was a coping mechanism for dealing with her vulnerability and helplessness. Perhaps, just maybe, she was enjoying it.
Rob moaned loudly, lost in his use of the helpless woman in front of him. He could feel the cool metal of her gag rub along his shaft, and his tip press against the back of her throat. Her sudden salvo of skilful licks and swirls removed any pang of guilt he may have had for taking advantage of her to act out a long suppressed fantasy. He ground himself into her helpless mouth harder, deeper faster.
And then Natasha felt his climax. He shuddered and cried out. A finale so violent she thought for a second he might pass out. She gasped and then gulped as she struggled to swallow down his warm salty juices, gasping for air herself. Only as she felt his breathing calm and his member soften slowly as it rested on her tongue did the full implications of her predicament. It felt like she had just given this guy the orgasm of his life, but as most of her was somehow jammed into a tiny box there was no way on earth she would he could return the favour, even if he was minded to.
Natasha sighed as Rob pulled out, leaving a trail of drool and cum on her chin and dripping onto her breasts that she was quite helpless to do anything about. She moaned quietly but he walked away without so much as a backwards glance. The next she knew was the sounds of a shower.
When Rob returned he was wearing crisp clean clothes and looked fresh as a daisy. He picked Natasha up gingerly, avoiding the mess and lowered her into the shopping bag, dragging her poor tortured nipples down the side. The next Natasha knew she was on a table back in the shop watching Rob leave. She gasped helplessly but he didn’t look back.
“You friends are not back yet, but you can wait here”
“MMpphh!!”
“Yes I am sure you had fun …”
Natasha moaned furiously as the enigmatic shopkeeper placed her on a shelf in the store to await the return of Leslie and Marlee.