Excerpt from "The Baggage Girl" by Adrian Arden

 

By nine thirty Annabel and Chandler were standing in front of the TGABC store display window in Shackleswell's sprawling Stonemill Shopping Centre.

On display were holdalls, trunks, briefcases, handbags, suitcases, and camping backpacks. Some had curious openings in their sides, extra straps, unfolding wheels and expanding handles while others included powered extras such as miniature cameras and electrical devices. There were utility models and luxury models, but all were designed in some way to be harnessed to, be worn by or to enclose a slave girl.

There were three naked demo models in the window at the moment, two of them walking up and down and the other on a slowly rotating stand. One of them wore an expanding attaché case very much like the one in which Annabel herself was contained. The window also displayed two of the company's best-known slogans: Let the baggage bring your baggage and: Perfect baggage carries itself.

Annabel gazed at all this with deepening misery before Chandler led her inside the shop.

Within half a minute of Chandler speaking to an assistant they were ushered into the office of the store manager himself, a Mr Crane, who clearly knew Chandler personally. 'It's a pleasure to see you again, Sir,' he said effusively.

The room was decorated with pictures of girls of all sorts in bondage cases of every type. Wherever she looked Annabel seemed to see naked limbs, breasts and bottoms protruding from leather, plastic and metal and groins cut through by chastity straps and naked sex lips imprisoned behind little grilles. There were also samples of its merchandise set out on display tables. She gave a shudder even as her own divided and cupped pussy began to weep in sympathy.

Chandler took Annabel out of her case and stripped everything off her until she was wearing only her collar. Chandler snapped his fingers and obediently she went into her splayed pose with her legs spread and her hands clasped behind her neck. Crane examined with a practised eye and gave his approval. 'Yes, she has a distinct quality and individuality, doesn't she? Innocence with an impression of character and breeding. And her nipples are certainly notable and expressive. You have a fine eye for girl flesh, Mr Chandler. I'm sure she'll make an ideal demonstration model.'

'She is still learning a proper degree of obedience and may need guidance,' Chandler explained. 'Don't hesitate to discipline her in any way you see fit.'

Annabel shivered.

'Do you want her to be kept in the window just for show or could she serve as a test model as well?' Crane asked.

'Use her in any way that seems best,' Chandler replied. 'Treat her as you would another model.' He handed over a package he had taken out of her case when he had removed her from it. 'Here is her travel cape, underground token, day pass and chastity belt with key. I'll expect her back by seven...'

Then he left Annabel alone with her new boss in her new workplace.

Crane walked around her thoughtfully for a minute, and then he said, 'Well, Button, the usual procedure is for me to give a new demo girl an introduction to our merchandise with a light paddling and then...' She saw the bulge of an erection already showing in his trousers. He hesitated. 'I know Mr Chandler said I was to treat you like any other girl, however, as you are obviously a favourite of his...'

For a brief moment the idea of being Chandler's favourite excited her. She also wondered once again what influence Chandler had to make Crane so deferential. He must be a very special customer: so special that Crane was ready to give her preferential treatment. Then she realized what she had to say.

'You must treat exactly like any other girl, Sir, just like Mr Chandler asked you.'

To do anything else would be deceitful and she would not lie to Chandler again. If he asked her tonight about her day, she would have to admit Crane went easy on her. But there was also another reason. Fearful at being recognized when she was put on display, the only disguise she could hope for was by being totally unexceptional and losing herself amongst the shop's other model slaves.

'Very well then,' Crane said with a smile. 'Bring that black case over here...' Crane said, pointing to a black suitcase with metal reinforced corners and riveted straps set on a stand in one corner of the room.

Obediently, Annabel took up the case and brought it back to him.

'Now with the side with the rubber pads in its corners facing away from you, twist and press the left side catch...' he told her.

Annabel did so and four legs extended and unfolded from the side of the case and locked shut. They looked quite sturdy and each had two sets of straps bolted to their sides.

'Set it down...' She did so. The case had become a small table. 'Now bend over it and place your wrists and ankles against the straps,' he commanded. She obeyed. Her head, shoulders and breasts overhung one side of the case while her bottom overhung the other. She pressed her limbs against the case legs.

Crane bound the straps about her wrists and ankles and upper arms and knees, pulling them tight against the case legs and holding her firmly in position. Once she was secured he ran a hand over her jutting bottom and patted it with approval. Now she was the captive of a total stranger... but at least he was a man her master seemed to trust. A shiver coursed through her and she felt her naked pussy beginning to grow hot and slippery and fill with anticipation.

Crane pulled at the side of the case and a drawer slid out fitted with neat, padded recesses in which sat an assortment of punishment and restraint devices. 'Our portable chastisement table,' he said, selecting a spanking paddle. He stroked it across her trembling buttock cheeks. 'These really are most spankable,' he commented. Then he drew his arm back and swiped it hard across them with a crisp smack, making her soft flesh shiver. She yelped as she felt a familiar burning pain filling her bottom. Instinctively she tugged at the straps binding of the table, but they held fast.

'The Girlcase and Baggage Company produces the finest bondage and slave utility luggage in the country,' Crane said, smacking her again. 'What does it do?'

'It... it produces the f...finest bondage and slave utility luggage in the c... country...' Annabel sobbed.

Swish, crack! Her bottom was blazing and her eyes were filling with tears.

'You should feel honoured to display its merchandise,' Crane said over another swish and crack, 'what should you feel?'

'H... honoured to display its merchandise!' Annabel choked.

Swish crack! That blow went up between her trembling buttocks and smacked into the naked lips of her sex mouth, making her scream.

'You will please every customer who wishes to try our products out on you, what will you do?'

'I... I will please every customer who wishes to try our products out on me...' She shrieked.

Swish, crack! 'And don't you forget it!'

Annabel lay sobbing over the little table feeling bottom must be on fire. Yet by a strange contrast her swollen pussy was dripping freely just below it. What she would not give for little of that fluid to be sprinkled on her burning cheeks to put the fire out!

Crane put the spanking paddle down and then massaged her blazing cheeks, making her shudder afresh. Then she felt the head of his penis sliding between them. He rammed his shaft up her sodden dripping pussy cleft deep inside her. Then he began to thrust steadily, making the folding legs of the chastisement case creak slightly. Every rasp of his trousers against her blazing buttocks hurt. Desperately she squeezed tight about his pumping shaft and that seemed to take her mind off her hurt. And the tighter she squeezed the better she felt.

'You're a Girlcase girl now...' Crane grunted.

'I'm a Girlcase girl now...' she gasped back.

The heat from her spanking seemed to have gathered in her loins and she felt them seething and bubbling and filling with need. For a moment it seemed disloyal to Chandler to take pleasure from having another man inside her. Then she reminded herself that this was what he wanted. His will was all that mattered...

Then she felt her loins burst even as Crane's hot seed filled her frantically squeezing vagina. He grunted in triumph and then slumped across her back and blazing buttocks.

As Annabel panted under his weight she realised that she had now had five cocks inside her. She would have been happy to leave it at four. Daniel's had been the last and should have been the only one. But she would have tried her best to please Chandler's if he had kept for the next two months in the slave annex, she really would. But she was a slave on warrant there to be punished and it seemed he wanted her to be out in the city as a Girlcase Company demonstration model, and who was she to argue with her master's wishes?