She Is Reminded She Hadn't Bought The Earrings

She hadn’t bought the earrings either, mortified Katrina began to actively question just what she was doing. Backing away slowly from the counter Katrina found rational hold over her mind again, before turning and rushing out.

The whispers were silent as Katrina marched through the mall, past the elevator lobby for the offices, and out to her car.

As Katrina sat in her car she felt her whole body tremble and quake, was it fear? Stress? Anxiety? The panic attack just seemed to gain on paralyzing Katrina as her subconscious and soul recuperated from the nearly lost battle in the store.

The Idol’s corrupting influence had dissipated and quieted, withdrawing from battling for Katrina’s soul.

As the panic attack seemed to slowly subside Katrina ridiculed herself for reacting so poorly over something as small and petty as a necklace. She was a grown, mature and responsible woman!

Starting the car as Katrina felt she was back in control she slowly cruised through the lot, and off on the road home.

Katrina’s night passed quiet and calmly. Dinner, some music, some reading. She basked in her solitude finding it strangely easy not to think about the oddities of the day as the battle within Katrina for her soul remained oddly calm and silent.

As sleep crept upon Katrina’s mind, she felt a strange need to stay up, one left unheeded as Katrina committed to her routine.

Rolling sleeplessly for what seemed like forever Katrina was quite relieved as she slipped into a deep slumber.

Katrina’s body was bound in leather straps, her chest and ass feeling compressed in studded fetish gear covering her ass, pussy and nipples. Abundant windows squeezed soft flesh out between the bindings that held her still.

Katrina’s head turned about the spot light containing her in the darkness in question, where, what, help? The words muffled against the leather mask strapped across her mouth, its tethers reaching back across to the top of her neck and up into her scalp tight bound ponytail. As she squirmed the resistant tight tug on her body was strangely satisfying.

Katrina could hear whispers in the dark, incoherent breaths of air tip toeing about her as she struggled for some coherent sounds to connect.

The sound of bare feet impacting a hard floor echoed out from the darkness to the right. Slowly clapping louder as a form took shape from the infinite darkness.

She was maybe 5’4, slender. The slight flare of her hips wobbling elegantly as Katrina began to recognize the woman stepping into sight fidgeting with a cell phone.

The dirty blonde clerk strutted into view on the right, sultry eyes gazing straight along the path she was walking past Katrina.

Her naked form approached a bed that previously hadn’t been just off to Katrina’s left, an older man laying naked atop the elegant looking bed as a smart tv turned on and took form just beyond the foot of the bed angled for equal view between the bed and Katrina.

“I told you it would be worthwhile bringing me back.” The naked clerk remarked confidently, placing down the phone before crawling up on the bed on all fours.

“Just don’t cause a scene to get fired again.” The grey haired man replied, the woman seductively peeling open his pajama pants to extract his cock, her tongue and lips soon changing his composure.

The tv finished loading up a video, Katrina standing in the change room as she stripped and was measured.

“Just think about how slutty we were.” The woman remarked as she continued to stroke and suck her boss's cock. “I could’ve had her eating my pussy out.” The woman began interspersing her words with sultry moans. “I had her thinking about being double stuffed by you.”

Slowly climbing up the man and mounting his cock as Katrina squirted in the video on the screen Katrina heard her lean in and whisper in the man ear.

“She was thinking of you cumming in her with her own father, while her younger sister and I waited to eat your cum from her.” Katrina felt terror, despair, and overwhelming arousal by the seen having just transpired. Part of her wanted the nightmare to be over, while part of her desired for it to be true.

To walk in to the room and introduce herself.

Before eating his cum from his employee’s snatch.

Just as suddenly as the setting appeared, it vanished.

Katrina's mind crying out... In terror... In need... As the war for her soul continued, the corruption having rapidly regained its hold.