Fire-alarm

I turned around. They were there. The boys. I put around my hands in horror. My pale white body trying to hide itself. They laughed and cursed.

One of them was holding my clothes.

"Please give them back. I beg. Please."

They continued laughing. But then, probably, humanity resurfaced their conscience and they stopped.

"That's it guys. Enough fun. We oughta end the joke now."

Surprisingly, they agreed.

The man, who earlier sounded like a total jerk, came to give me my clothes. I was thankful. Clasping my breasts and a hand around my vagina.

I smiled and held out a hand for getting the clothes.

And then he did the unthinkable.

Such an idiot I was.

He threw away the clothes far, some counters away. And immediately held my hands. Got them behind me and handcuffed me there.

Right there.

Right in the corner of Walmart.

With probably a thousand customers buying things around.

A jerk.

Handcuffed me.

Butt naked.

And that too. The handcuffs. They were children's handcuffs. Plastic.

And then he walked away.

Holding up the key in his hands.

My face a sheer horror. My jaw dropped. Me panting with embarassment. My pale body, facing them.

My breasts tight and vagina hard. I couldn't imagine anything. Neither could I think.

What would happen now?

I was horror-struck.

But then, suddenly, the fire-alarm rang. And everybody started running hither-tither.