Not yet, he has other plans first.

The clerk heads back out into the shop and you can hear him moving about out there as he closes up. His wish for you to stand still and shut up is still in effect and though you try hard to move you remain frozen to the stop with your fists raised. Your feelings of frustrated rage and fear continue to burn inside you and you feel your eyes sting with tears that you unable to blink away. You burn with shame as you feel the tears roll down your cheeks.

After several minutes he returns. He is looking very arrogant now and he laughs when he sees the tears rolling down your face.

"Yeah, that's more like it bitch." He crows. "Now you know who's your daddy don'tcha? Gonna give you something to really blub about once I get you home."

He comes up close and grabs a handful of titflesh through your shirt and mauls it roughly. It comes as a shock to feel his touch on a part of your body that is new to you and his fingers dig in hard to the soft flesh as he helps himself to a long uninterrupted grope.

"Damn, that's an outstanding rack." He says grinning. "Now no fucking funny business once I unfreeze you or I'll bitchslap you clean across the fucking room."

"I wish you could move." He says and steps back as though expecting you to attack him again.

You raised fists fall as soon as you can move and you body slumps in defeat. You wipe the tears from your face with your shirt sleeves and stare at the bastard with sullen resentment.

"Good girl, you're learning." He says condescendingly. "Now come with me out front and I'll pick out some clothes for you."

He leads you out into the shop, the wire mesh security grille is down over the windows now and you see shoppers passing by outside and occasionally stopping to stare at displys in the shopfront.

"Well you certainly picked the right shop to come in to pick a cool outfit." Your captor sniggers. "Let's see, I think the slutty trailer trash look will suit that hot little body."

You open your mouth to argue, but no sound comes out. Though he's unfrozen you he hasn't wished you can talk again. He laughs at your mouth opening and closing and the look of consternation on your face.

"What, no objection? Guess you secretly wanted to look like a trashy little slut." He giggles. "Now get those dudes clothes off or do you want me to make you by wishing?"

It's obvious you have to do as he wants one way or the other. You look round the shop and seeing a cubicle take a step towards it intending to undress inside.

"Whoa there missy. I never said anything bout going in there." The clerk snarls. "Fuck your modesty, I want a good look at the body I'm gonna be fucking senseless pretty soon."