What's next?

Back to work

"What are you doing here?" Madison turned to see her manager, still brandishing the cattle prod.

"I... my uniform..." Madison stammered.

"If you can't look after your uniform, you don't get to have one. Now get back to work."

"Can't I go to the back and get another one..."

"Back to work."

"But I'm in my underwear..." when the manager raised his cattle prod, Madison backed away, back towards the clothing section. As she turned away, she got another jolt in her backside anyway. As she hurried away, Madison rubbed the sore spot on her plump buttocks and found a two-inch hole in her panties, burned through by the prod.

She carried on with her tidying, trying to ignore people pointing and laughing at the attractive 18-year-old stacking shelves in nothing but her bra, panties and sneakers. She was tempted to put on some of the clothes she had to work with, but knew it would cause her to be given more shocks from the cattle prod and she would not be allowed to keep them on, so although her cheeks burned with humiliation she had **** but to keep working, bending over and occasionally hearing a worrying ripping that told her the hole over her buttock was expanding, while the tissue that she did not remember using to fill her bra and accentuate her breasts kept riding up and spilling out. After stuffing the tissue back in a few times, Madison got fed up and pulled the wads out, throwing them under a table, but that left her with a bra that was too big for her and threatening to leave her nipples uncovered every time she moved too much.

After what seemed like forever, and knowing this place could have been days, Madison had finally finished her job and looked over a completely tidy department. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"You don't have time to take a break." her manager's voice came from directly behind Madison, "Come on, you're late for your next job."