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27 and a Half Hours Ago

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My half of an art trade with :iconbella-nyght: who requested to see her persona Bella & OC Emily, bound with lots of rope in latex dresses, and set up as unwilling, living displays in an illegal fetish supply store underneath a hardware store.
As people who’ve read through my Trades & Commissions documentation [link] know, I don’t normally trade a picture & literature for literature. In this case I’m making an exception to my normal rule for two reasons – 1st, some time ago :iconbella-nyght: sent me a link for a rather enjoyable gift piece of literature [link] so this can be seen as my own way of saying thank you for the otherwise free story. 2nd, in my limited free time I’ve been compiling another set of images. By coincidence, this trade request overlapped without much editing of the story arch, so I get to kill two birds with one stone.
A while ago, a scenario for a series of images began forming in my mind. The main problem with this one has been trying to come up with straight-line method to really tell the story in. So to tell this tale, each image will be named by where it takes place in time, relative to ‘the present’ in the story. This image, though the first one posted, is neither the beginning nor the end of the story arch.
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“Your total is thirteen-fifty-seven,” smiled the clerk politely. The boy in his young teens dug into his pockets, looking for correct change. Both the clerk and the customer reflexively looked up as the small brass bell affixed to the shop door tingled, announcing the arrival of another customer to the small hardware store.
Catherine smiled, drinking in the youth’s reaction. Whether he was more interested in her latex jacket, her sizable breasts pressing out against it, or the rifle slung over her shoulder, she couldn’t tell, but the young man’s gaze was locked in awe. The clerk, Jonathan, a man of mid thirty’s who despite repeated trips to the gym could never get the athletic body he desired, looked rather less thrilled to see her. “Morning Jonathan,” grinned Catherine around her cup of coffee, “I placed an order a while ago. Is James, Maria, or someone around who can check the storeroom to see if it’s come in yet?”
“Truck dropped off some stuff yesterday. Not sure if the parts you want were among the boxes. Maria called in sick, but James should be downstairs, sorting and adding them to inventory,” Jonathan replied flatly.
“Thanks,” Catherine nodded walking toward a door near the back of the shop marked storage.
“And Catherine,” Jonathan called after her, “While we appreciate your repeat business, how many times do we have to ask you not to bring your guns in here? We don’t sell hunting licenses or firearms here, and every time you come through it seems the neighbors complain to the cops about us running some kind of shady business!”
“Sorry didn’t quite hear you,” said Catherine absently waving over her shoulder, “We’ll catch up later Jonathan. By the way, you might want to remind young customers it isn’t polite to stare at a girl’s ass.”
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Bella had no idea how long it had been since she and Emily had been chloroformed and brought down to this room, or even where this room was. The sign set up between them, that slaves for sale were in the other room, filled Bella’s heart with a certain amount of dread. Her latex dress squeaked against the ropes as Bella squirmed. Hearing a door opening, both Emily and Bella redoubled their efforts to wiggle free, while moaning louder in hopes of being heard and rescued.
“James you down here?” called Catherine, stepping out of the stairwell. Bella’s heart sank further at the sight of her former captor. Was Catherine behind this kidnapping too.
“The specialty department isn’t open for business yet,” groused James looking up from arranging a row of latex attire on a clothes rack. He paused, also recognizing Catherine, “Look we try to make exceptions for you since you’re one of the best repeat customers we have, but can’t you try to observe our normal hours of operation?”
“You treat me nicely because of my business?” asked Catherine innocently, “I was almost sure it was because of the death threats and blackmailing.”
“Yeah those too,” grumbled James, “Can you possibly carry a less discreet gun?”
“Well I could refit the grenade launcher if that’s what you mean,” Catherine smirked absently tugging lightly on the clover nipple clamps Bella wore, “But I’ll stop bringing my guns to our little business transactions when I feel confident I can walk in and out of here without the risk of being strapped nude into that chair by the door again.”
“In other words I should look for flying pigs first,” sighed James, “I also don’t suppose it would kill you to give us a slightly longer time table to get your orders in? False blood splatter bullets and tranquilizer rounds fit for assault rifles aren’t exactly easy to get on short notice.”
“I was going to try, but this was a rush job. Couldn’t help the time table,” explained Catherine. “Do you have any?”
“You’re joking right? We’re the distributors. The middle men. You think we have factory capacity in a sub basement or something?”
“I’ll take that as a no then?”
“Yeah, that’s a no for the assault rifle rounds. I can give you .45 ACP rounds in those parameters, but nothing for the larger calibers you’re always asking for.”
“The forty-fives will work,” nodded Catherine, “what about concentrated, fast acting aphrodisiacs? Something that’s discreet; you know, tasteless, not going to discolor food, kind of thing.”
“Got a couple options to fit that bill, none of them come with safety guarantees or are FDA approved,” shrugged James, “Depending on your route we’re now offering ball gags coated with a onetime use dose. It’s what we have the two new displays sucking on, though manufacturer test reports are that they taste a lot more bitter than the regular rubber.”
“I don’t suppose they come in 2 inch diameters?”
“We’ve got a few of them.”
“Then I’ll take two of the gags and give me a selection of the non FDA approved stuff,” said Catherine, handing over an empty backpack. “I’ll also take whatever you have for the .45 ACP false blood splatter and tranquilizer rounds.”
“Faking someone’s death are we?”
“Something like that. I’ll be upstairs making a selection of rope and duct tape. By the way, if you were looking for a girl to give my old forced job of giving out oral favors I’d recommend Emily,” said Catherine, before grinning knowingly, “She really knows how to use her tongue.”
*Ehmmihhe?*grunted Bella shooting a surprised look over toward her bound friend. She watched in utter amazement as Mily blushed, and looked with what seemed to be shame toward Catherine.
“How do you think we knew so much about you and your relationship when we kidnapped you a while ago?” Catherine asked as her glance returned back to Bella, “Because the weekend before we kidnapped you for ransom, my ex-associate and I had an enjoyable forty-eight hours probing Emily here for all kinds of details about your life.”
“You’ve kidnapped these two before?”
“On different occasions. If you could pack my backpack quickly, I’d appreciate it. I’m working on a bit of a timetable today,” smiled Catherine, turning one last time to look at Bella, “Gotta run. When I get off work I might stop by to see you two again.”
Bella blushed as Catherine kissed her lips around the ball gag. Catherine pulled back smiling, “Yeah James, those are pretty bitter.”
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Surely there would be puddles on the floor?