Crazy Prices - chapter 1

Hanna arrived outside the retail park by bus. She looked around and saw a board showing the various stores. She checked on the piece of paper from the employment agency, she was meant to be working for Marvin’s Electronics. After a minute or two of walking she came to Marvin’s Electronics the store was fairly large and full of cheep crap it screamed discount warehouse, with all the bad paint faded signs mismatched stands. The woman at the employment agency had been vague she had described the job as broadly a sales roll. To work in a chain of electronics stores she was the equivalent of a mascot or a greeter something like that. She would work as part of there marketing campaign for there crazy prices promotion.

Hanna was a five foot five red head with freckles. A perky pair of breasts  an ok waist and long legs that were improved by heels. Hanna saw the latest promotion poster plastered over the rest The slogan said “our prices are so low you will think we are crazy”. Hanna met the shop manager Marty a weasel like little man in his forties with a really bad comb over and a wiry moustache. He Met Hanna and shook her hand his eyes didn’t make it above her tight top. Marty took Hanna to a small closet it was the changing room Hanna would be part of a promotional offer she has a costume. It was not one she was comfortable with after she had had a good look at it. There was a straight jacket wrinkled white stained with dirt and grease from countless other occupants it was made of rough canvas. There were also a pair of red hot pants 2 inch high red heels and black fish net stockings.

Hanna put down her bag she sighed then pulled off her flat shoes, she put them in a cardboard box. With a few tugs Hanna had her top off then she undid her skirt slid it down she stripped off her hose Hanna was embarrassed putting on the fishnet stockings they made her feel cheep the hot pants were way to small and it took a lot of tugging to get them on over Hanna’s round ass a few tugs and they were not going anywhere.

Hanna tried to put the straight jacket on but she quickly found even if she could get her arms in she could not do up the back of the jacket. Embarrassed Hanna called Marty for help to get it on. He arrived in seconds it was creepy how close he was. He turned her round and roughly pushed her down onto a bench. Hanna’s hair was pulled out of the way and the straight jacket was pulled shut at the rear. One strap at a time he began at the top and moved down pulling each strap tight and folding the excess back through the buckle to keep it out of the way. Hanna realised she would not be able to get out of the costume without help it hugged her from shoulder to waist just above the hot pants. Marty folded Hanna’s arms in front of her lined up the strap and the buckle behind her and gave it a good hard tug. Hanna tried to object Marty told her just to breath out Hanna complied and Marty pulled the arm strap a good four notches tighter before securely buckling it. Marty used the excuse of helping Hanna to put on her shoes to get a good feel of her thighs before strapping her feet into the uncomfortable shoes.

Marty left Hanna next to a display of toasters while he went and got something. A rather angry old man walked up to a sales assistant toaster in hand. “you sold me this toaster its to small you cant fit a piece of toast in it you have to cut it in half”. The sale’s assistant showed the man the small print on the side of the box and he walked away.

Hanna was not paying attention behind her a figure moved in close a hand gave Hanna’s tight little bottom a pinch. Hanna gasped in outrage and practically jumped a few inches in the air. She tried to cover her ass with her hand but the tight straight jacket prevented her from moving her arms more than a few inches. Hanna turned round as fast as she could and stumbled in the uncomfortable shoes. Hanna expected to see some jerk or even Marty behind her it was a surprise to see an attractive blond woman in her early thirties in a charcoal grey business suite standing behind her. Hanna’s mouth dropped open. The woman picked up a customer suggestion card “the sales girl needs a proper straight jacket in her size or less not the wrinkled joke she is currently wearing” the woman wrote it then pushed the card between Hanna’s surprised lips. Then the woman turned and walked away.

It was then Marty returned, he had a box of leaflets the box was hung on a strap. He passed the strap over Hanna’s neck so that customers could pick a sales leaflet out of the box as they walked past. Marty plucked the customer suggestion card out of Hanna’s mouth and gently guided Hanna over to a display stand. She stood there with a box of sales leaflets hanging round her neck the occasional customer passing by would pick one up out of the box.

Hanna was slowly turning bright red the costume was so embarrassing the fishnet tights combined with the uncomfortable shoes were quite bad it made her self-conscious of her ass and thighs but the straight jacket was by far the worse. She was slowly turning red and she had most of the day to still go. The jacket made everyone look at her, then at the sale’s promotion next to her. She could do very little without her arms she could not adjust the hot pants that seemed to be getting a firmer grip on her ass, every time she shifted the material was creeping in where it wasn’t wanted. As the day went on more people moved backwards and forwards into the store more eyes were watching her. Hanna began to subconsciously pull against the straight jacket but the heavy canvas kept her in place.

The manager arrived half way through the day with a coffee for a brief moment Hanna thought that Marty was not a complete ass. Then he put the cup of coffee on a high shelf with a straw. Hanna turned round so that he could undo her jacket but he wouldn’t. He smiled and turned her back round. Hanna was frustrated but bit her tongue she needed the job. She had to balance on tiptoes to reach the straw and drink the coffee witch was cheep and horrible but the best she could get all day.

After closing time Hanna wanted out of the jacket as quickly as possible, Marty told her he would be a minute he just had to do something fifteen minutes later he was back. Hanna’s arms were numb as they were released from being trapped in the jacket all day. She had trouble getting the rest of her costume off and her clothes back on despite Marty’s offer to help her Hanna didn’t want that sort of help.

Crazy Prices - chapter 2

On the Second day Hanna was very reluctant to arrive at the store she met a grinning Marty. “we had a few customer comments about the straight jacket so I changed things”. Hanna was excited did they complain it was demeaning do I get a different costume. Marty smiled see for your self. Hanna looked at the pile in her changing cupboard. The straight jacket was clean and fresh but it was also small it looked like it was meant to hold a real patient not just a costume from some fancy dress shop, it had a crotch strap. Stamped on the back it red sunny views surplus discontinued for institutional use. The red hot pants were exactly the same so were the fish net stockings. But the heels had grown over night to 2 1/2 inch strap on heels Hanna knew they would be harder to walk in.

Hanna put down her bag she sighed then pulled off her flat shoes top skirt and hose and put them in the cardboard box. Hanna was still embarrassed putting on the fishnet stockings they made her feel cheep the hot pants were still way to small. It took an equal amount of tugging to get them over Hanna’s round ass they seemed to be tighter than the previous day.

Hanna tried to put the new straight jacket on but she quickly found even if she could not even get her arms in all the way she could certainly not do up the back of the jacket. Embarrassed Hanna called Marty for help to get it on. He quickly tugged the tight garment up Hanna’s arms, in a few seconds it was in place. Marty turned Hanna  round and  pushed her down onto a bench. Hanna’s hair was pulled out of the way and the straight jacket was pulled shut at the rear. strap after strap was tightened, again he started at the top and moved down pulling each strap tight and folding the excess back through the buckle to keep it out of the way. Hanna realised this was more than a costume it was far heavier than the first jacket. She was actually being put in a regulation asylum straight jacket designed to keep mad people restrained she was actually letting this creep wrap her up and she wasn’t fighting tooth and nail. The jacket hugged her firmly Marty folded Hanna’s arms in front of her Hanna could feel the difference the jacket was tight under her arms around her elbows and wrists she had far less movement. Marty lined up the strap and the buckle behind her and gave it a good hard tug. Hanna gritted her teeth as Marty pulled the arm strap again and again a good few notches tighter then securely buckling it. 

Hanna began to turn red as she realised there was one more strap to be tightened. Marty grinned from ear to ear his hand moved fast Hanna quickly found the strap passed from front to back then Marty began to pull the strap tight. Hanna felt her legs turn to jelly she pulled against the strap holding her arms in place she felt herself breathing out rising up on her tip toes. Marty slowly released the strap then he pulled it tighter. Hanna felt herself breathing heavily slowly Marty pulled the strap tighter and tighter. Hanna found she was bent over the desk her face against the hard surface her legs spread apart her feet up on tiptoe. Marty slowly pulled the strap tight then released it then pulled it tight until Hanna was practically lifted off the floor. Do you want it tighter he asked her “yes no please tighter” she gasped. 

When Hanna came to her senses Marty had strapped the crotch strap tightly in place it was going nowhere. He had also helped Hanna to put on her shoes strapping her feet into the uncomfortable pointy monsters.

Hanna was less embarrassed about being seen in the straight jacket. That was until she moved her legs and the tight little crotch strap made itself felt. It was fiendish combined with the higher heels and the tight hot pants made her ass stand out and wiggle every time she moved. She was very self conscious of it when she thought about it, but most of the time she could just focus on the job in front of her. Her costume was designed to attract attention to her and the sales items. Slowly the hours ticked by Hanna thought less about the embarrassment and just stood there offering leaflets.

Hanna saw Marty approach her without a word he took Hanna out into the parking lot. there was a plastic mat set up in the car park. A sign was hung from 2 posts “hit the crazy girl with three sponges and win a free radio“. Hanna tried to object but a wet sponge was shoved between her teeth and then another finally a cloth was tied over them cleave gagging Hanna. She was tethered with a strap round her right ankle to one end of the car park. Customers threw wet sponges at her to win prizes she tried to duck and dodge but with the straight jacket the tether and the heels she could not get far. She ended up soaked through the wet straight jacket clung even more tightly to her curves. lots of people walked away with prizes

Finally one of the other shop girls came out in the parking lot and released Hanna from the tether. She undid the cloth Hanna tried to spit out the wet sponges, but she could not get them out of her mouth they were jammed in firmly. The other girl smiled at her “if you like being gagged I can oblige you” Hanna tried to object but the woman forced a third sponge into her mouth then refastened the cloth but tighter. Hanna’s mouth was held open tightly gripping the mass of soapy sponge. She was returned to her previous position with the box of leaflets hanging from her neck, she was getting even more attention. 

A figure moved in close to Hanna a hand gave Hanna’s tight little bottom a slap. Hanna gasped in outrage and turned round as fast as she could. She was now more used to moving in the jacket and heels she hardly stumbled in the uncomfortable shoes. Hanna expected to see the blond woman in the a charcoal grey business suite standing behind her. There was a grinning man in a brown suite standing behind her. Hanna gave the man a withering look and a mummph of protest as much as the gag would allow. Hanna marched over to Marty and began to protest towards him a series of mumphs coming from behind the sponge gag. Reluctantly Marty removed the gag and listened to Hanna’s complaints about the man pinching her bottom and the game in the parking lot and her costume. Marty smiled “don’t worry I guarantee I will keep changing your costume until you stop complaining” that did not sound good to Hanna in fact it was rather ominous.

The other shop girl the one that had gagged her walked up to Hanna she had a coffee and a bag of donuts she led Hanna to a small room a lunch area. Hanna tried to speak the woman put her finger to Hanna’s lips. Hanna gestured to her bound arms trying to move them. The girl nodded and span Hanna round Hanna felt the strap loosened she would be free but instead the woman braced herself against Hanna and pulled the strap tighter she turned round to Hanna “any more objections and I will tighten this jacket until you can barely breath”. Hanna remained quiet as the woman held out a cup of coffee for her to drink then broke the donuts up and fed them to Hanna a bite at a time.

Hanna went back out and spent the rest of the day at the front of the store next to the big promotional display. Finally at the end of the day the shop girl lead Hanna back to the changing room she undid the arm strap then the crotch strap then the back straps on the jacket. It took the woman a few minutes to peal the tight straight jacket away from Hanna’s body. Hanna’s arms hurt she was bruised around her arm pit and below her elbow where the tight fabric had pinched her skin. Hanna was embarrassed as she needed help form the other shop girl to get dressed. A few hours latter the feeling began to return to Hanna’s limbs.

Crazy Prices - chapter 3

On the third day Hanna was very reluctant to arrive at the store, she just thought about the pay check and moved forwards. She met Marty. “you complained about the straight jacket so I changed things”. . Hanna was reluctant to look at the pile in her changing cupboard. The straight jacket was extra small it was smaller than the model the previous day also there was a front loop on top of the crotch strap . The red hot pants were exactly the same so were the fish net stockings. But the heels had grown over night to 3 inches strappy heels Hanna  had just about been able to walk in the last pair she would be wiggling all over the store if she could stand up.

Hanna put  her bag and her clothes in the cardboard box. Hanna was still embarrassed putting on the fishnet stockings, they made her feel cheep. The hot pants seemed to have shrunk it took far more wiggling to get them over Hanna’s round ass they seemed to be far tighter than the previous day. Hanna put on the awful shoes Marty wasn’t getting a free feel of her legs.

Hanna tried to put the new straight jacket on but she quickly found she could not even get her arms in part of the way, she could certainly not do up the back of the jacket. Defeated Hanna called Marty for help. He took his time tugging the tight garment up Hanna’s arms. Marty pushed Hanna down onto a bench. The straight jacket was pulled shut at the rear. Strap after strap again he started at the top and moved down, pulling each strap tight. But after he had given it one pass he went back and retightened every strap a second time then folded the excess back through the buckle to keep it out of the way. . The jacket hugged her more firmly Marty folded Hanna’s arms in front of her through the tight front loop it took effort to force both of her sleeves through the gap.  Hanna could feel the difference the jacket was tight across her waist and tummy she had far less movement. “Marty I swear this costume is shrinking”? he ignored her.

Hanna exhaled as Marty pulled the arm strap tight then secured it. Hanna began to turn a deep shade of red as she remembered the last strap. Marty’s hand moved fast Hanna quickly found the crotch strap passed from front to back then pulled tight. Hanna felt her legs again turn to jelly she pulled against the strap --holding her arms in place. with the front loop it was even more secure she felt herself gasping for breath, rising up on her tip toes. Marty slowly released the strap then he pulled it tighter, working the strap deeper between Hanna’s legs. Hanna felt herself breathing heavily slowly Marty pulled the strap tighter and tighter. Hanna found she was bent flat over the desk her face red. Her breasts pushed into the hard surface her legs spread apart her feet up on tiptoe. Marty slowly pulled the strap tight then released it then pulled it tight . Hanna was moaning rubbing her breasts against the desk her nipples hard as bullets. Hanna had her legs spread wide her feet wrapped round the legs of the desk. Marty speeded up pulling the strap tight then released it then pulling it tight. Hanna was gasping and panting then her vision was blurring she practically lifted off the floor. When she regained her senses the strap was tightened up to the last notch and Marty was gone. 

Hanna was even less embarrassed about her current predicament, standing around in the tight straight jacket next to a promotional display had become old hat. She was actually suppressed at how little time it took to become acclimatised. Men women everyone stared at her but it was over quickly they looked at her then at the sales promotions, then they maybe took a leaflet and then they moved on hopefully to purchase something. After a short time Hanna was taken out into the car park, again Marty had set up another promotional offer. There was a tank full of custard or yellow slime of a similar colour. There was a seat and a target and soft balls. If someone byes something cheep they had a chance to play the game. If they hit the target they dunked Hanna in the custard and got a money of voucher for something more expensive. Hanna was not looking forwards to this the target was large and not far away people would win a lot of the time. The point was practically anybody could win they might not win much but it would encourage them to come back and spend money Hanna realised soon she would know if it was real custard or not.

Hanna needed help to balance on the seat it was short and narrow. Her feet were inches away from the slime, no sooner had Hanna gotten comfortable on the seat than the first person managed to hit the target. Hanna felt the seat tilt forwards she tried to hold on, to clench her buttocks but that did nothing she tried to put her arms out but she couldn’t. A yellow sea rushed towards her face with a load splat Hanna hit the custard like slime. It wasn’t custard and it was going to get into the jacket but not be coming out. Hanna struggled to stand up it took her a long time to get back to the seat. Marty did not have time to weight so he got one of the stores cleaners, with a big hook that they used to clear rubbish stuck in high places. As soon as Hanna landed in the glop the cleaner would fish her out using the hook on the straps at the back of the jacket then dump Hanna back on her seat and she would be ready for the next customer to try there aim. In all only about 15 people missed the target hours later Hanna was fished out of the pool.

The shop girl helped Hanna back into the shop wrapping a towel round her and helping her balance.  Hanna squelched as she walked she dripped a trail of slime into the shop the straight jacket seemed to be even tighter with a layer of slime trapped between it and Hanna’s flesh. The girl left Hanna in a staff room then returned with a second towel in on hand. A coffer and a bag of donuts in the other. She put her finger to Hanna’s lips then used the towel to clean off as much glop from Hanna’s hair legs and the rest of her body that wasn’t in the jacket. Hanna was given a cup of coffee to drink then the shop girl broke the donuts up and fed them to Hanna a bite at a time the same as before . 

Hanna could guess the answer but gestured to her bound arms trying to move them. The girl shook her head Hanna looked at the clock it was closed to closing time anyway. The shop girl span Hanna round Hanna felt a hand over her mouth the woman braced herself against Hanna holding her against her body. The shop girl began to stoke Hanna’s legs . Hanna began to squirm the shop girl turned round to Hanna “any more objections and I will tighten this jacket until you can bailey breath then leave you hear over night”. Hanna whimpered as she became the play thing of this woman, the bell went for closing time Hanna had her bottom pinched then was returned to a standing position. 

Finally the shop girl undid the arm strap then the crotch strap then the back straps on the jacket. It took her a while to peal the tight straight jacket away from Hanna’s body the slime actually helped ease it away. Hanna’s arms again hurt she was even more bruised around her arm pit and below her elbow where the tight fabric had pinched her skin. Hanna was embarrassed as she needed help form the other shop girl to get cleaned up and dressed. The woman again pinched her on the bottom Hanna’s limbs were getting used to the confinement but it was a slow process, she headed home on the buss.

Crazy Prices - chapter 4

On the fourth day Hanna had accepted it as the most humiliating experience of her life, she had showered a lot to get the slime of her body. She needed the pay check so the humiliation continued. She met Marty, “the other jacket was covered in gunk I got you a new one”. Hanna was reluctant to look at the pile in her changing cupboard. The straight jacket was extra small it had a front loop the addition of side loops and a standard crotch strap with ultra tight hot pants fish net stockings and 3 ½ inch strappy heels. There was a really unpleasant addition ankle cuffs with a 12 inch chain. The red hot pants seemed smaller, like every day Marty was giving Hanna a smaller size. the fish net stockings remained a constant. But the heels had grown over night to 3 1/2 inches with the addition of the chains Hanna was worried about tripping over.

Hanna put  her stuff  in the box. Hanna put on the fishnet stockings they made her feel cheep but hot. The hot pants waged a contest of wills between the tight fabric and Hanna’s wiggling bottom. After a few minutes the fabric both lost and won as it settled into place. Hanna put on the shoes Marty wasn’t getting a free feel of her legs, with a little hesitation Hanna also locked the ankle cuffs on based on the same logic.

Hanna didn’t try to put the new straight jacket on but she called Marty for help. He tugged the tight garment up Hanna’s arms. Hanna lay down on the bench before Marty could shove her. The straight jacket was pulled shut at the rear. Marty went back and retightened every strap a second time then a third folding the excess back through the buckle to keep it out of the way. Hanna moaned breathlessly it was getting hard to breath. Marty folded Hanna’s arms in front of her through the tight front loop then through the side loops, it took a little practice to line up the straps.  Hanna could feel the difference on her arms there was no movement. The jacket was even tight across her chest framed by the extra straps Hanna had even less movement especially with the ankle cuffs. 

Hanna turned a deep shade of red as she prepared for the last strap. Marty’s hand moved lightning fast Hanna quickly found the crotch strap pulled tight. Hanna felt her legs again turn to jelly she braced her legs as far apart as they would go, limited by the ankle cuffs. Hanna pulled against the straps and loops holding her arms in place. She felt herself gasping for breath, rising up on her tip toes. Marty slowly teasing released the strap then he pulled it tighter working the strap deeper between Hanna’s legs. Hanna felt herself breathing heavily the muscles in her buttocks and thighs began to tense. Slowly Marty pulled the strap tighter and tighter. Hanna was bent flat over the desk her face red, her teeth found a wooden ruler and she bit down hard on it. Her breasts pushed into the hard surface her legs spread apart her feet up on tiptoe. Marty slowly pulled the strap tight then released it then pulled it tight . Hanna was gasping rubbing her breasts in circles against the desk her nipples hard as bullets her hips gyrating. Hanna had felt the muscles in her thighs spasming her knees spread wide her feet wobbling pulling against the cuffs. Marty slowed down pulling the strap tight then released it then pulling it tight. Hanna was gasping and panting she just needed a little more stimulation. Then Marty gave the strap a very hard tug. Hanna realised she was draped over the desk with her ass in the air the jacket strap was tightened up to the very last notch and Marty was gone. 

Hanna found it difficult to walk for two reasons the first was obvious to the naked eye, the ankle cuffs she had to be very careful or she would trip over the trailing chain. The second was less obvious the crotch strap was so tight now it actually disappeared into the hot pants. Every time Hanna took a step she was reminded of her confinement the strap rubbed the chains clinked. She was likely to fall over. Hanna slowly got used to walking in the cuffs, Hanna got used to the sensation. Hanna was concentrating very hard when her shoe caught against the mat, she tried to put her arms out or to move her feet to compensate. She was confounded on both efforts by the tight chain and the tight jacket. Hanna saw the hard cold floor rushing up to meet her.

Just at the last minute a hand grabbed her shoulder tightly. The person helped balance Hanna by getting a firm grip on her little bottom. Hanna gasped it was close to her really hurting herself, she needed to slow down. The person returned her to a standing position and let go. Hanna turned round carefully, she expected to see Marty behind her.  It was the attractive blond woman in the charcoal grey business suite standing behind her. Hanna’s mouth moved “thank you” . The woman nodded “your costume is getting better but a proper one and you wouldn’t be able to hurt yourself”. The woman turned and walked away. Hanna mused what was she implying, that they tie her down so she couldn’t move at all to stop her falling over. That they should reatrain the rest of her body for her own good? Hanna drifted away in a day dream for a second she was on a white hospital bed. A tight rubber hood over her head the same jacket but she was strapped down and there was a nurse the woman in the charcoal gray suit. Hanna shook her head and walked carefully forwards

Hanna arrived at her usual spot a few minutes later than usual thanks to the higher heels and hobble chain. Hanna swore that the security camera’s were there to watch her rather than look for shop lifters. It was only that morning that she had realised the cameras were following her and no other staff members or customers. Hanna stood around against the current promotional posters, with there various terrible and vague promises anything to get a customer. After a few minutes of standing around Hanna saw the other shop girl. She quickly ran up to Hanna looped a box of leaflets on strap over Hanna’s head and then hurried off to attend to other duties. Hanna got a few strange looks from the customers as she stood there. The customers were paying more attention to her in the tight outfit, including woman in the charcoal gray suit. Marty walked round a corner a clipboard in hand Hanna had enough time to step out and stop him. “please these chains are a trip hazard I am going to fall over unless you do something” Marty smiled holding his hands out in a gesture to calm Hanna down. Then he walked away, about fifteen minutes later Marty returned. He put one hand behind her waist and gently lead her to new promotion. Hanna groaned when she saw what was next. 

From one of the structural supports in the shop a large motor had been attached. It was big and heavy and sleek and had a notice saying it could effortlessly lift over 200 pounds in weight. From the motor hung a cable from the cable a set of straps hung, there was a mat below. The remote for the machine was tethered to a small table. Hanna was going to be attached to the winch to demonstrate its toughness. Hanna took a deep breath the first strap from the harness went round her waist then a strap from the harness went round the jacket over her  shoulders more straps followed. Soon Hanna was wrapped in a mass of straps over the jacket, Marty demonstrated the winch. One second Hanna was standing there the next she felt the pull on her shoulders, as if they were going to come out of there sockets then she shot up in the air. For a small part of a second Hanna felt weightless it was scary and exciting. Then her body weight pulled her back down, the line pulled taught and Hanna was left spinning like a fish on a line. Hanna saw her horizon go up then down then up. The winch deposited her down again Hanna took a second to get her balance she could just about stand on the tips of her toes. 

Marty played with the device and poor Hanna for ten minutes until he had a large crowd watching the show. Hanna felt sick from going up and down “please no more Marty”. Marty’s response was to shove a large stress ball between her teeth and hoist her into the air “stop ruining the presentation” he hissed. Marty let the customers in the crowd use the remote. They were a lot less gentle that Marty Hanna found herself almost bang into the ceiling at one point and she landed roughly on the mat below several times. One particular jerk of a customer set the winch going up and down very quickly playing around with the control. Then he left Hanna dangling and got hold of the chains on her ankles and preceded to spin her round and round to the point Hanna was practically sea sick swings backwards and forwards round and round.

Hanna was tormented this way for the vast majority of the day. Hanna spent a lot of time in a state of shear terror, the winch acted like a nightmare version of a theme park ride. The stress ball absorbed a lot of sound every protest she made faded to nothing. The ball was also large and soft she could not spit it out, and it tasted terrible a mixture of wax and plastic. Towards the end of the day when the novelty value of bouncing a girl in a straight jacket up and down like a yoyo had faded help finally arrived. The other shop girl arrived she lowered Hanna. She put a hand to Hanna’s mouth “If you speak once I will gag you with a pair of my gym socks and leave you hanging there” Hanna nodded an affirmative. The other shop girl pulled the stress ball lodged between Hanna’s teeth free. Hanna worked her jaw lose. Hanna felt the woman’s hand rest on her ass. She tried to pull away but she was still tethered in place while she was still trapped in the harness. The shop girl slowly began to stroke Hanna’s thigh Hanna knew she was helpless the woman’s hand moved higher and higher as she slowly undid every strap on the harness. Hanna could feel her breathing increasing then the woman released the last strap from the harness and gave her a good hard slap on the ass. Hanna shrieked in surprise. “make another noise and you taste my gym socks” Hanna clamped her mouth shut at the warning.

Hanna was led away towards the staff room. There was a bottle of soda and a bag of donuts on the table. Hanna looked longingly at the food and drink. The shop girl stopped her “first you have to kiss me”. Hanna reluctantly kissed the woman on the cheek. That obviously wasn’t good enough for her she shook her head. Hanna kissed her on her soft lips the woman shook her head. Hanna kissed her a second time longer she shook her head again. The woman took a handful of Hanna’s hair and pulled her head back Hanna opened her mouth in a yelp of surprise. The woman lent forward, her lips locked tightly over Hanna’s her tong darted deep into Hanna’s mouth the woman’s arm gripped Hanna tightly round the waist she had nowhere to go. Hanna slowly began to return the deep kiss she shut her eyes there tongue and lips danced over one another then it was over. Hanna was allowed to drink still a captive of the straight jacket , then the woman teased her with bits and pieces of donut Hanna was forced to suffer the indignity. Even a few minutes later when Hanna had her arms released she was almost as helpless through there long confinement her arms were stiff and numb it would be hours before she could move them properly. Hanna needed help dressing after the final tap on the ass she was let out of the store and went to catch the buss.

Crazy Prices - chapter 5

On the Fifth day Hanna got on with it, it was a job. She had a few extra aches in her arms and shoulders from being lifted in the air by the winch. She would stick it out until the pay check arrived, so the humiliation continued. She met Marty. “the winch creased the other jacket so I got you a better one”. Hanna bit her lip rather than complain and got on with the job, heading towards the hole they laughingly called a changing room. The straight jacket was extra small it had a front that looked tighter , side loops and the addition of a high collar that would reach just under Hanna’s chin making her sweat. The crotch strap stayed the same. There were the standard issue ultra tight hot pants and fish net stockings and surprisingly now 4 inch strap on heels they would be hard to walk in. Walking would be made harder by the additional ankle cuffs with a reduced 10 inch chain. Hanna had remembered at some point she had mentioned being worried about tripping over on it. The red hot pants seemed to be designed for a Barbie doll not a real person. Hanna was seriously worried about  tripping over, however knowing Marty he would take that as an excuse to do something horrible to her.

Hanna striped and threw her stuff  in the box. Hanna put on the fishnet stockings then began to wiggle the hot pants up her legs over her hips and round Her wiggling bottom. After a few minutes the hot pants were in there usual place. Hanna put on the shoes they were really pretty but also really painful. With hesitation Hanna also locked the ankle cuffs she did not have a key, but the shop girl the other day had found a key.

Hanna called Marty for help with the jacket. He was there in a flash tugging the tight garment up Hanna’s arms. Hanna was face down on the bench in an instant. Marty had to brush her hair out of the way to secure the high collar over her neck. The straight jacket was pulled closed across her back. Marty secured and retightened every strap a second time then a third then a fourth before the two halves of the jacket met. Marty then neatly folded the excess straps back through the buckle to keep them out of the way. Hanna moaned breathlessly it was hard to breath with the tightness of the jacket, her mind was trying to work out if that was good or bad. Marty pulled Hanna up from the desk folded Hanna’s arms in front of her, through with difficulty through the front loop then through the side loops.  Hanna could feel the tightness of the central strap there was no room between her arms. The jacket was tight across her chest and restricted her neck she found it hard to turn about. Hanna had even less movement especially with the shrinking chain on the ankle cuffs. 

Hanna turned blushed as she prepared for the last strap. Marty’s hand travelled a familiar route, found the crotch strap and pulled it tight. Hanna felt her legs quiver and turn to jelly. She braced her legs as far apart as they would go limited by the ankle cuffs. Hanna lay face down on the table, with her heels her ass stuck up in the air round and inviting. Hanna wiggled helplessly against the straps and loops holding her arms in place. She felt herself moaning, gasping for breath. Marty played her like a fiddle slowly teasing released the strap then pulled it tighter working the strap deeper between Hanna‘s legs. Hanna felt herself breathing heavily the muscles in her buttocks and thighs began to tense. Slowly Marty pulled the strap tighter and tighter. Hanna opened her mouth Marty placed a wooden ruler between her teeth. Several rubber bands had been wrapped round it, she bit down hard on it. Her breasts pushed into the hard surface, her legs spread apart her feet arched up on tiptoe. Marty slowly pulled the strap tight then released it then pulled it tight. Hanna was gasping rubbing her breasts hard against the desk grinding her nipples into the canvas. Hanna closed her eyes. The muscles in her thighs spasming her knees spread wide, her feet wobbling pulling against the cuffs. Marty slowed down he took a firm grip of her jacket below her neck. Then pulling the strap tight then released it then pulling it tight. Hanna was gasping and panting she was completely under his control she was close. Then Marty gave the slick strap a very hard tug. 

Hanna was beginning to think a pay check was not the only reason she was coming into work. She spat the ruler out and worked her way of the desk. The jacket straps were each tightened up to the very last notch she could barely move, Hanna wondered if she would like it any other way. 

I took Hanna even longer than before to get to her usual spot, the ten inch cuffs combined with the four inch heels stopped her moving very fast. Also the crotch strap was so tight she felt herself turning red whenever she moved fast. Hanna stood by the front of the store, she was just far enough away from the window that people had to come into the store to get a good look at what was going on. Many inquisitive people did, some left in disgust some purchased the merchandise. The shop girl hung a box of leaflets over Hanna’s neck, Hanna stood next to the offers of the day. The offers were not the best in the world, for example any product marked with an * 50 % off not one single product in the store had that symbol on it. Hanna stood in front of the passing shoppers she was almost oblivious to the eyes staring at her. A big fake smile was plastered all over her lips her gaze started to disappear off into the horizon. The point of the evolving outfit was to keep Hanna uncomfortable on edge. Beauty in distress a lure for the paying customer it was less effective when the beauty did not react distressed.

Marty had other plans to turn her into an interactive display. Marty walked over to Hanna he removed the box of leaflets and guided her over to the back of the store. A table had been set up there were various blenders and smoothie makers on the table as well as fruit of all shapes and sizes, and behind the fruit anything else Marty could get cheep of the fruit and veg store. There was a large high chair it looked like a babies chair but far larger. Hanna did not like where this was going. She tried to resist to pull back but Marty easily pushed her into the chair. Marty picked up a tray with two poles on either side. The tray was pushed in front of Hanna, the two poles went into holes in the chair. Hanna found the tray tightly pushed up against her body. Keeping her seated in place unable to get away from whatever Marty was planning. The tray was just below her breasts and they pushed up over the top of it in a provocative manner like two ripe grapefruit in a canvas bag. She was terrified and trapped reduced to a baby. The poles were secured with two pins Hanna wasn’t getting free. Marty undid the ankle cuff grabbed her right ankle and pulled it back raising Hanna’s leg of the ground. A strap was drawn taunt and Hanna found her self more tightly trapped. A strap was applied to her left ankle and she was left helpless.

Marty held something out in his hand it was some sort of ring with a strap on either side. Hanna hadn’t got a clue what it was for. Until Marty forced it between her jaws and strapped it in place keeping her jaw open, making her every word of protest unintelligible gargling. A large funnel was next the end had some sort of rubber bung in it. With a little pushing it was firmly wedged into the ring gag. The final insult was a pink babies bonnet placed over her head strapped on under her chin.  Marty started talking to the crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle. Marty started extolling the virtues of a healthy breakfast, then dumped a bowel full of Strawberries into one of the blenders. The result was poured into a jug. Hanna tried to back away as the jug came closer. Her head was forced back and the contents of the jug was pored down the funnel. Hanna tried to struggle, some of the strawberry smoothie landed over her jacket. 

Marty got her in a firm head lock and poured the contents down her throat she had to swallow or choke. The crowd cheered and laughed at Hanna‘s predicament. Marty followed up with a mixture of banana’s. They were quite old and tasted terrible, yet Hanna was unable to object and was humiliatingly force fed the mixture. Hanna was far more sympathetic to any babies fed in a high chair. Marty threw a few apples in with what was left of the banana’s. Soon a mostly apple smoothie was being poured down into Hanna’s mouth. It was followed by a melon a lot of the chunks of the shell included. Then Marty liquidised some green thing they tasted horrible and looked like Brussels sprouts. Next was some sort of red fruit and something else also horrible. Hanna was finding it difficult to keep the mix down being forced to swallow or choke and the crowd were only laughing urging Marty to make her drink another one. Hanna had trouble with keeping control, her stomach was terrible the tight jacket did not help. She needed to use  the toilet but she was trapped unable to communicate her distress.

Marty could see the desperate fear in Hanna’s eyes, he just continued it was a joke to him her opinion didn’t matter. Marty Threw some celery or something like it into a blender and made another smoothie. Hanna tried to twist away but she was pretty helpless. A few seconds and Marty forced another revolting smoothie down her throat Hanna was desperate not to wet herself in front of the crowd. Hanna let go of that last shred of dignity and began to panic, like a real mad woman struggling against the tight straight jacket and the cruel high chair. All of Hanna’s desperate struggling did not release one strap on the jacket one notch or get one peg or strap from the high chair. They also did not get one shred of sympathy from any member of the crowd. Her breasts bounced about a little and the crotch strap got tighter Hanna stopped struggling. Far from freedom and exhausted a desperate Hanna was left covered in glop in front of a giggling pointing crowd.

After an hour Hanna had been taken away by the shop girl to use the facilities. To stop her making a break for it the ankle cuffs had been reattached when she wasn’t in the chair. Just when she was on the point of losing it the other woman had been her salvation. Hanna’s ordeal was not over as soon as she was ok again she had been returned to the high chair. Then Hanna was forced to go through another round of whatever vegetable Marty had brought, he had long ago run out of recognisable fruit. The flora was put through a blender and Hanna was forced to swallow it, except this time Marty had strapped her head in place with a belt so she had less room to struggle and spill the horrible mixtures. After she was full again Hanna was then left desperately thrashing against the jacket and chair. 

The woman in the charcoal gray suit turned up once, looked her up and down. There was a look on her face she seemed to regard Hanna’s predicament as amateurish. Hanna swore she could hear the woman mutter “I could do much better”. After an other hour the shop girl came back it was approaching closing time. The other shop girl released the strap round her head then her legs stroking them each for a minute then reattached the ankle cuffs. Before undoing the head strap then the pins and the tray was removed allowing Hanna to be free of the confines of the chair. As a final gesture the shop girl undid the bonnet and plucked her from the chair then slapped her on the ass hard. Instinctively Hanna tried to touch her bottom but her hands were tightly trapped.

She shop girl grabbed the funnel with both hands after some twisting and turning it came free. Hanna’s jaw was saw from the ring gag. She gestured to it running her tong over it. The other shop girl reached behind her and undid the strap only to buckle it tighter, “naughty first you have to kiss me”. Hanna tried to kiss the woman on the cheek mostly she just drooled on her. That obviously wasn’t good enough . Hanna ran her tong over the woman’s soft lips. The woman grabbed a fist full of Hanna’s hair and yanked her head back. The woman lent to one side then advanced, her lips locked on the ring gag tightly over Hanna’s mouth. Her tong darted deep into Hanna’s mouth, Hanna return the deep kiss. It seemed to last for several minutes Hanna was having trouble breathing. Finally the woman stopped and removed the ring gag. Hanna was panting “please the toilet I need to go” Hanna begged. It was humiliating having to go to the toilet in a straight jacket and ankle cuffs. Having another woman un-strap her pull her shorts down around her ankles. Hanna thought about it, it could have been worse it could have been Marty.

Finally when Hanna was done she called the other woman back. Hanna was taken to the staff room. The ankle cuffs were undone the shoes were un-strapped she kicked them off. The other woman took five minutes massaging her feet. The crotch strap was removed then the arms were released then the back straps and the soiled straight jacket was removed and slung in a corner. The woman helped Hanna clean up then redressed her, Hanna’s arms were weak and her stomach felt terrible she felt almost sick. Just as Hanna was about to leave the other shop girl said one final thing “By the way your working this week end Saturday, don’t be late or they penalise you , don’t show up and they wont pay you at all. It is time and a half for doing this though.” Hanna groaned she slowly walked to the buss she had plans for the week end. When she got home she had some indigestion tablets and went to bed.

Crazy Prices - chapter 6

On the Sixth day Hanna was fed up working a week end but it was a job. She had a few stomach aches from all the smoothies she had been force fed. She had little option but to stick it out until the pay check arrived. She met Marty. “there were some stains from the smoothies on the other jacket so I got you a better one”. Hanna headed towards the hole. The straight jacket was extra small the front was loop tight, the side loops looked tighter and wider, the high collar looked tighter, The crotch strap was far narrower Hanna blushed. There were the same standard issue ultra tight hot pants and fish net stockings. The shoes had moved from hard to impossible now 4 1/2 inch strap on heels. They would be made more of a pain by the additional ankle cuffs with a reduced 8 inch chain. Were they worried she would run away with her costume? The red hot pants sat there ready for there battle of wills with Hanna’s ass. 

Hanna removed her clothes and threw them in the cardboard box provided. Hanna put on the fishnet stockings  then began to wriggle with the hot pants they were soon in their usual place. Hanna put on the shoes they were really pretty but also really painful, with trepidation Hanna locked the ankle cuffs.

Hanna didn’t even called Marty for help with the jacket, he was there before she called pulling the tight garment up her arms. Hanna was soon face down on the bench, Marty brushed her hair out of the way then secured the high collar over her neck. The straight jacket was closed across her shoulders, Marty secured and retightened every giving them four runs to get the smallest scrap of slack out of the jacket ensuring the two halves of the jacket met. Marty then neatly folded the excess straps back through the buckle to keep them out of the way. Hanna moaned finding it hard to breath it added to her helplessness. Marty pulled Hanna up from the desk folded her arms through the front loop with difficulty pushed them through then through the side loops.  Hanna could feel the tightness of the central loop and side loops there was no room between her arms and the jacket. The jacket was tight as ever she found it even harder to turn about with the tight canvas round her neck.  

Hanna prepared for the last strap. Marty’s had the crotch strap laced and pulled it tight. Hanna felt her body turning to jelly. She braced her legs limited by the ankle cuffs. Hanna submissively lay face down on the table her ass stuck up in the air round and inviting, Marty caressed it Hanna didn’t object. Hanna felt herself responding moaning, gasping for breath. Marty played her body against her mind teasing released the strap then pulled it tighter. The strap was much narrower so seemed to exert more force on a smaller more sensitive area.  working the strap deeper between Hanna‘s legs. Hanna felt herself breathing heavily the muscles in her buttocks and inner thighs began to tense. Marty pulled the strap tighter and tighter. Marty placed a wooden ruler between her teeth a large number of rubber bands had been wrapped round it, she bit down hard on it. Her breasts massaged against the rough canvas her legs spread apart her feet up on tiptoe. Marty pulled the strap tight then released it then pulled it tight . Hanna was very responsive gasping rubbing hard against the desk. Her body spasmed her knees spread wide her feet wobbling pulling against the cuffs. 

Marty took a firm grip of her jacket . then pulling the crotch strap tight then released it then pulling it tight. Hanna was gasping and panting played like a musical instrument under his total control she was so close. Then Marty gave the thin strap an almighty tug. Hanna secretly knew a pay check was not the only reason she was coming into work. She slowly released the ruler and worked her way off the desk the jacket straps were each tightened up to the very last notch she liked it that way. 

Hanna was very slow to approach her usual spot, the high heels and the short ankle chain did not help but the thin strap was so distracting even the smallest movement caused it to rub up against her. It took Hanna at least 2 more minutes to approached her usual spot next to the deals of the day. The deal of the day was a free waffle iron with every purchase over a certain value. The waffle irons were terrible and had never shifted , two of the tables in the staff room were made up of a pile of boxes containing waffle irons with a piece of hardboard resting on the top. Marty had tried to give them out as Christmas bonuses to the staff two years in a row.

Hanna was just starting to get her breath back from the walk when she saw Marty and the other shop girl making a bee line for her. They practically frog marched her to a different part of the store. It was almost immediately after she had gotten to her usual spot, as if they were waiting for her to get as far away as possible just so they could generate extra interest by making her march back through the entire store. Hanna was taken to a promotional display, there was a table a large stuffed dog with a strange collar round its neck took centre place on the table. There were several displays and several boxes pled up. Before Hanna could ask what was going on the shop girl grabbed her shoulders. Marty pulled a strange collar round Hanna’s neck the collar had a large plastic box on it, within a split second it was round her neck. 

Hanna was released by the shop girl she turned to Marty “what are you doing” . Marty removed a small control like a garage remote he pressed a button. Hanna herd a click like a car door from the plastic box attached to the collar. The strap tightened uncomfortably “what are you doing Marty I don’t like this”. Marty ignored her “this is a security function if a pet is stolen the collar cant be removed without the remote”. Hanna looked incredulous “I an not your p..” Hanna’s words were cut off by a small electronic shock. Marty smirked “As well as the collar locking electronically the collar has a debark function, electric shocks soon teach any animal there place to be quiet”. Hanna’s face turned red “don’t you..” she was cut off by a far larger electric shock. Hanna stopped speaking Marty smiled “The collar will automatically increase the power of the shocks to control any animal it can calculate the size of the animal and react accordingly”. Marty looked at Hanna, he teased her “your going to be a good doggie for Marty aren’t you”. Hanna tries to object “I am no..” the collar grew smaller and gave her a stronger shock again.

The horrible little electric box around her neck was one of the most effective gag’s ever invented, Hanna had no way of fighting it or removing it even without the straight jacket she would probably be just as helpless. The crowd was laughing at her, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Marty began to walk away from Hanna. The collar gave a low beep then as Marty got further away it beeped again louder. The collar made a louder beep then Hanna was hit by another electric shock, powerful enough to shake her. Marty looked at her “oh I forgot I turned on the Electronic leash function if you stay to far away from this little control it will keep shocking you”. Hanna put on a desperate burst of speed her ankle chain rattling comically to close the distance. The collar beeped at her again before she was standing next to Marty but it didn’t shock her again.

The crowd watched as Marty walked backwards and forwards over the store. Hanna was forced by the collar to shadow him, Marty was walking at a brisk pace to keep Hanna running flat out restrained as she was. Marty went all over store when Hanna was getting tired she got another shock the collar had increased the output again. Marty smiled he fiddled with the control “this sets the distance of the electronic leash”. Hanna heard her collar beep she got closer to Marty and it stopped beeping. Marty adjusted it again Hanna had to get closer to him. Marty looked at the crowd “I cant keep her of me”. Hanna turned red the collar beeped she had to get closer to Marty he had set the distance so low she had to stand next to him or be shocked. Marty smiled it can also be set the other way a distance that an animal has to stay away from you. The collar beeped Hanna had to move further away , further away from Marty was better.  Marty spent the next fifteen minutes manipulating Hanna that way backwards and forwards like a puppet on a string.

Marty turned to the crowd “this system can also help to train your animal it has an effective discipline function”. Marty looked at Hanna “bark like a dog” Hanna shock her head. Marty grinned he demonstrated the discipline function. Hanna’s world went white she found herself on her knees she began to bark like a dog she didn’t stop. Marty smiled and gave the remote to the nearest member of the crowd. 

Hanna was at the mercy of the crowd , she could bet that they would just mash the buttons on the remote and see what happened. The first idiot started to play with the control, the collar beeped and tightened till Hanna was practically choking. Then there was a series of warning beeps telling her to come closer she was forced closer to the crowd. Another man snatched the remote out of the first idiots hands and began to walk away towards the exit Hanna was forced to follow close behind him or receive another shock. The man stood still he turned down the distance on the remote until it was only a few inches. Hanna had to practically stand on top of him he lifted the remote over her head she tried to get closer to it by balancing on her tip toes. The man moved the control lower, Hanna had to bend over then squat down then kneel down then lie on the floor. He made her wriggle along the floor like a snake with the horrible remote.

Hanna was the play thing of the audience for an hour two hours she lost her sense of time. She was directed back and forward side to side by the beeping of the collar it even gave her small directional shocks to turn her in the right direction when the control changed hands. Her face was a deep crimson a line of tears rolled down her cheek but no one cared in the slightest it was nice cheep entertainment to torment her. Marty did step in once when some idiot started spamming the discipline button leaving Hanna a helpless ball of pain struggling on the floor. But Marty wasn’t helping her he was making sure that the battery was not drained for the rest of the demonstration. Slowly the novelty wore off and the crowd thinned it began to get dark.

Hanna was taking a break as the person holding the remote was talking to someone else. Then the woman in the charcoal gray suit appeared in a smooth effortless hand gesture she took the remote control and stood before Hanna. The woman looked her up and down “At least it’s a start” she said to herself. The woman looked at Hanna “kneel” Hanna received a shock she was on her knees in a second. The woman looked at her “head down knees apart back arched now” Hanna humiliated spread her legs and assumed the position. The woman walked round her, Hanna tried to follow her only to receive a shock “do not move unless you are told to”. The woman continued to command her “press your face to the ground you ass up in the air and hold the position”. It took Hanna a few seconds to react and assume the new degrading position. The woman carefully examined Hanna’s ass like it was on sale and not the electronics. A hand slapped her ass hard and felt it like she was squeezing fruit to make sure it was ripe. The woman let go of Hanna’s ass “now follow me but you head remains on the floor and you ass in the air” Hanna had to follow her around in an awkward shuffling motion.

The other shop girl finally arrived and removed the remote from the woman in the charcoal gray suit as she was heading out the door with Hanna. The store shut and Hanna was led by the shop girl to the staff room. She turned round to Hanna and showed her the remote “this is set on full discipline function if you make a noise” Hanna kept her lips plastered shut. The shop girl commanded Hanna “kiss me” Hanna kissed her deep and hard it was not as if she had much choice. The woman broke the kiss “now kiss my shoes” Hanna had found a new level of humiliation she had to get down on her knees and laid a single kiss on each shoe. The woman lifted up her skirt “now pull down my panties with your teeth”. Hanna had no option, very carefully she gripped the edge of the silk panties and pulled them down over the woman’s hips and down her smooth thighs. The woman sat down on a make shift chair and spread her legs “now lick me out my little bitch”. Hanna was shocked and just sat there, she received a shock at half maximum. The next second her tong was deep between the other woman’s legs. The other woman grabbed Hanna’s hair with both her hands. Hanna felt her head sandwiched between the other girls thighs. The other shop girl closed he eyes her head arched back her grip on Hanna got tighter. Her toes began to curl. Finally she was left gasping and satisfied “good girl” she patted Hanna on the head.

The other shop girl cleaned Hanna up then sat her down on a chair. Piece by piece she fed Hanna some food in this case chips. Then gave her some drink a milk shake. Finally she removed the dreaded collar. Hanna swore one day she would get that girl put a collar on her and keep her as a pet locked in a cage in her apartment , obviously she didn’t say this out loud. The ankle cuffs came of then the jacket Hanna’s arms were as much dead weight as usual the other girl had to help her to dress. As Hanna was about to leave the shop girl tuned to her “by the way you are back hear tomorrow you get paid double for that day, if you don’t show up we dock you a full weeks pay”. Hanna left the store crying one more day of humiliation then she would get paid and find something else.

Crazy Prices - chapter 7

On the seventh day Hanna was fed up working the full week end, but it was a job and she would get paid more. Her neck hurt from the dog collar she had received a lot of shocks. She had just one more day to stick it out until the pay check arrived her tong felt ruff. She met Marty. “I didn’t think your costume was flattering so I got you a better one”. Hanna headed towards the hole. The straight jacket was extra small, the waist looked different it had been tailored and would be far more snug over her hips and stomach emphasizing her waist. The front loop was ultra tight, the side loops were ultra tight once she was inside the garment you would not be able to get a finger between her and the jacket, the jacket had a high collar which would be very tight, the crotch strap was narrow and reinforced with rounded studs on the inside of the strap. The ultra tight hot pants seemed to have shrunk yet again and fish net stockings. The shoes were moving further into impossible territory now 5 inch high strap on heels. They would be made far worse by the cuffs with a reduced 6 inch chain. They would have to wheel her about on a trolley soon?  

Hanna pulled her clothes off, they landed in the box provided. Hanna pulled on the fishnet stockings  then wriggled into the hot pants. Hanna squeezed her feet into the shoes they were impossible really and utterly impossible to stand in, with nervous excitement Hanna locked the ankle cuffs round her delicate limbs.

Marty had obviously been watching he was there as soon as she was ready, pulling the tight little straight jacket over her arms. With a gentle shove Hanna was face down on the bench, hair stroked out of the way. The high collar firmly gripped her neck as the first strap was done up. The straight jacket secure across her back particularly around her waist accentuating it. Marty religiously secured every strap not a finger nail would fit between the jacket and Hanna. the two halves of the jacket met tight up against each other. The excess straps neatly disappeared out of the way with skilled practiced hands. Hanna could only pant in shallow breaths this must be what a corset felt like, it added to her helplessness. Hanna was up her arms folded through the front loop impossibly tight then through the side loops. Hanna felt the loops biting into her arms paralysingly tight. The sleeves were strapped together she was trapped she found her torso locked tightly in canvas.  

Marty’s had the crotch strap tight in a second. Hanna felt every single rounded cold stud on the belt pass over her most sensitive spot her body melted, Marty had to help hold her up. She recovered and braced her legs limited by the short chain on the ankle cuffs. Hanna practically dropped on the table her round rear up in the air. Marty stroked Hanna’s bottom she stuck it further out and wiggled. Hanna felt herself responding struggling against the jacket getting the studs in deep between her legs. Marty controlled her body adding more then less tension on the strap. Then he pulled it tighter the narrower studded strap disappeared into the hot pants. Hanna felt herself breathing panting faster her hart beating the muscles in her legs began to tense her hips began to roll. the strap just got tighter and tighter. Marty forced a wooden bar wrapped in thick rubber between her teeth. Hanna bit down hard it muffled her groans. Hanna’s breasts strained against the rough canvas the narrow tailored waist helped to accentuate them. Marty pulled the strap again and again, Hanna responded groaning grinding her  body against the desk. 

Marty took a firm grip on the back of her jacket . Hanna was gasping panting and moaning she pulled against Marty, she felt the studs hit the right spot. Hanna knew now a pay check was far from the only reason she was coming into work. She needed an excuse to wear the jacket the heels to be controlled. She opened her mouth the wood hit the desk slowly she regained her feet. The jacket was as tight as it could be she needed it that way. 

Hanna found it very hard to walk both the towering heels the short six inch ankle cuffs. But mostly it was the rounded studs tucked tight against her most intimate areas. Every movement of her body caused them to rub up against her she hoped she would have a nice quiet day sitting or standing in one place, obviously knowing Marty from the last six days Hanna was certain she would end up having something to do that would end up giving her a lot of exercise. Her face was red as a beetroot she was sure every one was looking at her. Every little step rubbed her in a way completely inappropriate but left her wanting more. At the back of Hanna’s mind he had the idea of just dropping down to the ground and mindlessly struggling against the jacket until those studs worked there magic. But she ignored her little day dream and concentrated putting one foot in front of the other. To keep moving forwards keeping the movements in her body to a minimum especially anything that would tug on the jacket.

Very slowly Hanna approached her usual spot next to the deal of the day promotion. Hanna composed herself , she plastered her largest mindless grin over her face and looked at the oncoming customers. Hanna was panting from the walk but she slowly got her breathing under control. The deal of the day today was buy one fridge get 3rd of a freezer which would have been a good deal if they had any freezers in stock. It was not more than a few minutes when the other shop girl put the box of leaflets round her neck. Hanna was not moving but the studs were still there, her struggle for breath against the tight canvas binding was enough to cause them to move just a little.  

Slowly Hanna felt the heat rising she bit her lip, she tried to ease the pressure raising one foot then the other, the security camera caught her hoping from one foot to the other then slowly rocking forwards then back wards. Then as the next customer would walk past the foggy look in her eyes would depart she would stand up straight and try to clench her legs together to kill the sensation. A few seconds after that Hanna would slowly begin the same build up again. The time seemed to fly as the distractions slowly worked away at Hanna’s self control she began to roll her hips involuntarily.

After an hour the shop girl and Marty arrived Hanna was half relieved half terrified. It was an escape from her current predicament but it meant that they were taking her off to something probably worse. They pulled her to the other end of the store, there was a display of sports equipment some cheep some not so cheep Marty had a few stacks of treadmills and exercise bikes. A crowd was already forming to watch whatever spectacle would be on offer. Hanna could see one tread mill fenced of from the others it looked quite different and she was being lead towards it. Running on a tread mill with these heels and the ankle cuffs and the studs nestled next to her most intimate parts would be torture and pleasure.

Hanna was lead closer to the modified treadmill there was a gate at the back it was open. The tread mill had a few additions for the purpose of the display. As well as the rear gate there were extra side bars. bars on front and a strange mechanical arrangement with a motor a sensor and a thin metal bar. Hanna was pushed into the centre of the arrangement. She quickly found the jacket attached by four straps to the frame around her waist loosely holding her to the tread mill. It held her in the centre but she could move backwards and forwards. The gate was closed behind her She had nowhere to put her feet other than on the track. Angled boards covered every part of the floor higher than she could raise her feet in the short cuffs and high heels.

There was a little click as Marty locked the gate, with a little tinkering on the dial of the side of the machine the track started moving slowly. Hanna just stood there this time she would not play his game. Hanna rolled back and hit the back of the treadmill immediately there was a mechanical click. none two gently a metal bar positioned close to her rear swung back and delivered a solid thwack across her ass. Hanna gasped immediately changing her mind, she started walking forwards to avoid the little encouragement built into the treadmill. Marty left the crowd to watch her and continued talking about something else. Hanna’s heels clicked on the treadmill while her short chains rattled the pace was not impossible the machine was set very low and due to the straps and the bars she could not physically fall over. If Hanna was in private she would actually enjoy this set up as the studs began to work away between her legs.

After a while Hanna didn’t know whether she was in heaven or hell. When she was forced to move the little metal studs began to rub her in her most sensitive places. When she started running or rather walking fast to keep up with the exercise program it got worse her face was red and she was panting but it wasn’t just from the exercise. Hanna was facing a mirror the crowd behind her got to see her ass encased in the tight hot pants jiggling from side to side, the crowd also got to look at her face which just increased her embarrassment. After half an hour the novelty ended and most people started to drift off.

After a few hours Hanna was exhausted her feet ached especially her toes, her ankles hurt where the edges of the cuffs dug into them. Her legs were sore and her body was covered in sweat. The stimulation between her legs had dropped down to a dull ache. Marty turned up next to the machine he gave Hanna a long hard look then ran his hand over the controls. Hanna looked at him “please no don’t” Marty turned up the speed on the machine “if you have enough breath to beg you aren’t working hard enough”. Hanna felt the machine shift into a higher gear she tried to speed up but ended up hitting the back bar an automated paddle made her pick up the pace and break into a sort of jog. Her new more vigorous movements began to slowly attract the crowd back. Hanna had to concentrate hard to keep her legs working to match the machine.

After a few more  hours Hanna was so tired her feet were sore her ankles stung. Her legs were so tired sore and her body ached the jacket were drenched in sweat. Marty turned up again grinning Hanna didn’t have any energy left to fight him, she could keep pace with the machine for fifteen twenty minutes. Then she would lapse and the machine would add another correction to her cherry red posterior. With a little surge of adrenalin she would pick up the pace again. Marty slowly adjusted the speed again, Hanna tried to compensate tried to sprint for it. She kept up the pace of a few minutes maybe five then she slowed down the machine responded. The paddle struck again this time it had a nasty little electric string that reminded Hanna of the horrible collar. Hanna found some more energy from somewhere and continued to run. She could last for five to ten minutes keeping the new pace until her body slackened and she was reminded to keep running by the machine. 

Finally at the end of the day Hanna was completely exhausted the sensation between her legs had long ago worn away. All she wanted to do was rest stop and sleep even standing up. If they had come to take her away that very moment to the loony bin she would have thanked them for getting her away from the machine. The treadmill was torture but it must have shifted several pounds from her figure and toned her ass a lot she reflected. It was getting dark the last customer was drifting away and the store was closing.

Finally the other shop girl arrived she slowly turned the tread mill down until Hanna finally stopped moving, then the machine was switched off. The gate at the back of the tread mill was undone and opened the straps holding her in place were removed. Hanna knew to keep her mouth shut. She was led to the staff room. There were no games she was so physically tired. She drank a sports drink from a straw then was released from the jacket and cuffs. Hanna was helped to change and dress as she walked out the door the girl turned to her “good work this week of course there is a bonus if you work next week as well”?

The end - for now