It gets worse

You hate the trio. You hate them so much. More than Sabrina, if that´s even possible. Not only did you spend half the morning driving around the countryside like a lost tourist, but then they had the gall to, well to pull what they are pulling!

“Comfortable?”

“No! Get me out of here! Didn´t you humiliate me enough already?”

“I thought so, but nah. Turns out I still hold a grudge. Do you know how many extra shifts do I have to work thanks to your shenanigans? How many people come to the store to see if they can check out my ass again?”

“Yeah, same thing at the electronic store. And that bitch Rachel published my topless on her Instagram! None of my neighbors look at me in the eyes anymore. Honestly, I think you are getting off lightly.”

“I don´t know girls,” Mina says. “I think this is a bit too far.”

“Remember that everyone in the coffee shop calls you Sugartits with latte now. Even my mother saw a picture of your “advertisement.”

“…never mind. Let´s leave her here and toss away the key.”

“That´s the plan.”

True to her word, Susie did come to this town to close a minimarket branch located next to a mall. All the shelves are empty, but there is still one item left on display. You.

You are stuck in front of the display case. The curtains are closed now, but you have a feeling that they won´t stay that way for long.

A lengthy rope coils around elegantly, pushing and pressing your body in all its most sensitive places, but without covering anything of importance. It circles your breasts, runs the span of your sex, and presses your arms at your side. It is tied to a beam on the ceiling and forces you to stand in place.

It´s an example of the Japanese art of Shibari, made possible thanks to a call to the aunt of one of the girls. A sauna fanatic with a bone to pick with you (for some reason). Following her instructions, they were able to tie you up without problems.

Sam claps her hands. “Almost done, just one little detail.”

“What else could you possibly-hmpf! She shoves an apple in your mouth to gag you. While she does that, Susie is busy writing on your stomach.

“There, all done. Would you do me the honors?”

“Of course.” Mina pulls the curtains. You squeak. Dozens if not hundreds of people walk in and out of the mall next door, your biggest audience yet. It doesn’t take long for them to notice you.

“Bye girl. Hope you enjoy the show.” Susie says goodbye by tugging at the rope in your buttocks, this creates pressure over your crotch and makes you moan involuntarily. That bitch! The trio exit the building, leaving you in the condemned store. No employees or janitors are going to come to your rescue any time soon.

You can barely move a muscle. All you can do is squirm and pray that someone comes to your aid before you melt with shame.

“Look, a naked woman!”

“More like a pervert.”

“What is she doing there? Maybe she needs help?”

“No, read that thing on her tummy! This is an art exhibition. We are not to disturb her no matter what.”

“Just because it´s art, it doesn´t mean that she is not a pervert.”

“Well, if this is art. Let´s record it. Might get some views on my blog.”

A barrage of camera flashes almost blind you. You squirm as much as you can, which only serves to digs the rope further into your unmentionables and make you moan. This in turn causes more people to record your predicament and creates a feedback loop of shame.

After all the other girls that you stripped. You can´t deny that you are getting a taste of your own medicine. If only it weren´t so bitter.

How are you going to get out of this one? It will take time to wiggle out of the ropes, so you are stuck there for the foreseeable future. For now, all you can do is squirm in place and try to wiggle out of your ropes.

You rather not think about what you will do after you manage to free yourself. You are back to square one, stuck naked in an unknown city, empty-handed, and with the added difficulty of everyone knowing you as the perverted artist. What a way to end the summer.

THE END