What does Eddy do?

Straight to work

Eddy looks you over, and his eyes fix on the trickle running down the inside of your thigh. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Wow, you really want it right now don't you?" You look up at him and nod meekly, as you push your ass out and roll your hips forward to give him better access. Eddy just grabs a handfull of your tight teenage ass and begins to knead again, forcing a moan of pleasure and frustration past the oversized ball gag.

"Fuck, you are such a slut! It's not a bad thing, I love it! Use that out there." Eddy picks you up and tucks you under his sweaty armpit. He carries you out of the private office and into the store. As you emerge into the bookstore you see that, somehow, someone has had the time to set up a small platform in full view of the entire store. Your new fans, as well as a couple of new additions, wait gathered around the platform. When they see you and Eddy emerge they all hurry to seem like they were doing something else. Eddy hoists you up higher into his armpit and heads in the direction of the platform.

"You said you wanted to try out the whips and stuff right?" As you approach you can see that the platform has been erected right in the middle of the bdsm section, and surrounding it are racks upon racks of hundreds of different whips, paddles, crops, and canes. Eddy puts you down on the platform and roughly forces your legs apart. Your first instinct is to cover yourself with your hands or close your legs, but your arms are pinned tightly behind your back and Eddy's thick fingers are still clamped painfully around your ankles. So you are **** to stand, legs spread, completely exposed, in front of a room full of greasy losers. They circle you like a pack of wolves, the same hungry look in their eyes as before, but something has changed. You no longer feel like you're teasing these gross men. Tantalizing them with your tight little body. Torturing them with the fact that they would never be able to get a hot young slut like you under normal circumstances. Now you feel more like you are being presented to them like a piece of meat. The change in dynamic is a little scary but the feelings of submission and degradation set your pussy throbbing again. You try to keep the look of worry in your big innocent eyes, not difficult in your current situation, but thrust your naked tits and ass out as far as you can, making sure everyone has a good view of your tight little teenage body being put up on display for them.

As you look around at your audience you notice that arrayed around you are a series of weird half columns, about 8 feet tall, and on the side of each of these columns, all facing you, are full body mirrors. If you look in any of the mirrors you can see yourself in your current exposed and degrading position, from various different angles. You pause for a second to admire the view. The bar attached to your tight collar pins your arms together behind your back, forcing you to roll your shoulders back and thrust your chest way out. The arch of your back pulls your toned midriff taut and forces your ass up. As you look down your long, perfectly tanned legs you see that Eddy has just finished tightening restraints around your ankles, holding your legs apart in an almost half split. Eddy grabs the bar fastened to your neck and arms, and slots it into another bar protruding from the platform behind you. He loosens a knob on the side and pushes down on the bar attached to your collar. You bend at the waist taking the opportunity to push your butt out, exposing your cute, pink little asshole and tight, teenage pussy to anyone behind you. You submissively let Eddy push you down until your perky naked D-cups are about eye level with the customers on the ground. By the time he re-tightens the knob locking you securely in place, you are at a 65° angle, thrust out over the edge of the platform. You take a look at yourself in the mirrors and the sight of your nubile body trussed up, exposed, and displayed in such a slutty position sets your heart racing and your pussy throbbing even harder.

"Alright boys, our new display is up and free for use, feel free to test out any of our merchandise!" Eddy gives you a hard slap on your exposed asscheek, eliciting another moan of pleasure from you. Another trickle runs down the inside of your naked thigh, which, given your extremely exposed position and the reactions of your audience, you are pretty sure everyone has seen.

"See, no need to take it easy on her." Eddy turns his lecherous gaze on your tight, naked teenage body, "You're a slut for pain anyway, aren't you doll?" You nod meekly and Eddy turns back to the crowd, "you heard the slut! Have at her!" As Eddy climbs awkwardly off of the platform the wolves start closing in. The first customer, a tall, thin, greasy looking man in an ill-fitting black trench coat and stained sweatpants, doesn't even bother grabing a toy. He walks boldly up to you and immediately grabs a handfull of your magnificent breasts. Your initial surprise rewards the man with a playful yelp, but as he continues kneading and massaging your flawless teenage boobs you find yourself moaning through the ball gag. Just as you feel you are starting to get somewhere and your breasts are feeling extra sensitive, the greasy man gives you a wink and steps out of the way. Before you have much time to pout the next customer steps up, testing the heft of some sort of black leather crop.

"WHACK!"

Without even saying a word to you, the man brings the crop down hard across your tender breasts, setting them bouncing enticingly for the gathered spectators. The surprise and pain **** a cute little yelp past the oversized ballgag.

"WHACK!"

Again the man lashes out with the whip across your perfect teenage tits, the sharp pain bringing with it a wave of pleasure. You throw back your head as far as you can in your strict bondage, but this time the yelp that forces it's way out sounds more like a lewd moan.

"WHACK!"

You catch sight of yourself in one of the mirrors. By this point your perky tits have several long welts across them, and your whole body glimmers with a sheen of sweat. The view in the mirror, of your little teenage body being used at the the pleasure of this weird, creepy stranger, more than two decades your senior, really turns you on.

"WHACK!"

You start to make it a game for yourself. Every time the man brings the crop down hard on your supple, naked body, you try to reward the crowd with the sluttiest, most pornographic reaction you can muster, using the mirrors to hone your performance from various different angles. The show certainly has an effect on the crowd, and no longer content to wait their turn, they begin to surround you.

"WHACK!"

The crowd lays into you, acting apon any body part they can reach. Sharp, painful lashes rain down on your perky, teenage tits, your perfectly toned belly, your tight little ass, your long flawless legs; in your exposed, restrained, degraded position, anything is fair game. Before too long all you can think about are the waves of pain coursing through your body, one after the other, and the throbbing heat in your pussy.

"WHACK!"

The final lash lands squarely on your slavering snatch, sending you over the edge. After being denied an orgasm all morning, it feels like someone has opened the floodgates inside of you. You cum obscenely, drawing jeers from your new fans. They start whipping you even harder.

"WHACK!"

They continue savagely whipping you through your climax, each new lash building your orgasm up to a feverish crescendo. For what feels like ages they **** you to continue cumming, mercilessly whipping your tight, little, violently orgasming body, until your legs are shaking and you are certain you would not be able to stand were you not secured in your current position by tight leather straps. Just as you are begining to think you can't take any more, Eddy appears at your side.

"Alright fellas, I think my new display girl has earned herself a little break." The gathered crowd backs off a few feet and you finally get a second to catch your breath. Eddy turns back to you.

"You're certainly settling into your role here." Eddy chuckles, "you enjoying yourself?" You nod enthusiastically, drawing laughter from the croud.

"You are just a model employee, aren't you doll? There's one more thing I want you to do before you get back to work." Eddy reaches up and takes the ball gag out of your mouth, before wheeling one of the columns closer to you until the mirror is just a foot or two away from your face. You get a good, up-close look at yourself, and, between the long red welts covering your tan, little form, still shining with sweat, and the drool from the ball gag dripping from your chin, you look like a used whore. You find the thought oddly arousing, but you don't have time to dwell on it as Eddy speaks up once again.

"Alright doll, first off, I want you to look at yourself in the mirror and pretend you're in a commercial for my bookstore. Really sell it." You are a little taken aback by his odd request, but at this point you're too far in to ask questions, and you're still incredibly horney, so you oblige him. You look at yourself in the mirror and in the most sultry, seductive tone you can muster, you begin:

"My name is Joy Applebottom," you're not entirely sure why you used your full name, but you decide to roll with it, "and I'm begging you to come check out Eddy's Adult Bookstore on North and Main, because, not only do they have a wide selection of exciting toys, but you can test any toy in the shop on yours truly, the new display girl! So come on down to Eddy's Adult Bookstore and please," a wicked grin breaks across your face, "don't be gentle." You give your reflection a seductive wink, before turning back to Eddy to see how you did.

"Fuck kid, you are gonna make me rich! One last thing. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror again and say the last thing you would want your dad to hear you say." You look at Eddy incredulously, and you hear chuckles and murmured comments amongst the crowd, but you had fun with the last one, so you decide to oblige him again. You look at yourself in the mirror again.

"Look at me daddy, I'm a filthy little slut! Does it turn you on to see me tied up and used like the dirty little fuckdoll that I am?" You look back at Eddy and he actually looks a little shocked. He quickly recovers however, a broad grin breaking across his face.

"Fuckdoll... I like that! Well alright fuckdoll, break's over, I'll be in the back if you need me." You watch Eddy waddle away and disappear into the office. As soon as Eddy walks away the crowd closes back in, surrounding you on both sides. You look back at the mirror, still only a few feet from your face, and get a good, close up view as the crowd lays into you once again.

"WHACK!"

Your body is still a little sore from earlier, so it isn't long before you are screaming in pain and pleasure, lewdly moaning, and taking advantage of your new lack of ball gag to beg the crowd to whip you harder. They oblige, and begin to brutally whip your body, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You are too far lost in a haze of pain and ecstasy to notice the other young employee of Eddy's strut over, drop off a large box, and say something to the crowd. You do certainly notice it, however, when the whole crowd suddenly halts their brutal whipping of your bound and helpless form. You look around angrily, trying to figure out why everyone stopped when you were so tantalizingly close to another earth shattering, pain enduced orgasm, when your eyes finally land on the box the young salesgirl just dropped off. It is filled to the brim with thick dildos, high-tech vibrators, massive anal beads, and the like.

"You're welcome." She whispers as she struts past you, gently running her finger down your shuddering side. She bounces over to the door of the store, swinging a small backpack onto her back.

"Eddy! My shift's over, I'm heading out!" She shouts. After a few seconds of silence she looks back at you.

"Oh who am I kidding, they had the office soundproofed, the whole store actually, no one can hear me. Be a good fuckdoll and let Eddy know that I left when he gets back out here. Could be a couple hours though, you never know with Eddy. Have fun!"

The full implication of what she just said doesn't fully sink in until the door is swinging shut. You're now alone and entirely at the mercy of a half dozen sweaty, greasy strangers, for what could be hours, and no one can hear you scream. You've never felt so powerless, and the feeling of submission has your pussy drenched. The crowd moves in to surround you, now all holding dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and anal beads, in addition to their whips, crops, and paddles. Your heart, still racing, leaps into your throat, and you can feel your tight, little pussy eagerly drooling in anticipation.