Fun in the Warehouse

Postby Steak in a Tree » Sat Sep 02, 2017 10:05 pm

I'm mostly writing this as stress relief, so if it looks weird, sorry. :?

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It was a hot Summer day, the sun out in full force. The air was dry and motionless, hitting anyone who walked outside with an instant blast of heat. The air was dry enough that the sweat dried quickly, but it was far from comfortable. Unless you were planning to head to the beach or the waterpark or something, it was best to stay indoors.

Enter Veronica from stage right. The student was, contrary to the previous paragraph, walking around outdoors. Her brown hair had been tied back, showing her shoulders, which were not covered at all by her red tank top. Some denim shorts completed her outfit, her skin shining in the bright sun. A black backpack was slung over her shoulders. Sunglasses on, walking quite fast, it was quite clear she was not out for a stroll; she was headed somewhere in particular.

For those of you who read the title, you may have a decent understanding of her destination. The large warehouse towered over her, its grey walls seemed to go on forever in either direction. She walked along the wall, passing many large trucks parked in the docks. Forklifts and other various machines were scattered across the parking lot. She eventually came to a door, leading to a small room. She opened the door and stepped inside.

Where she stood was probably the break room. There were tables and chairs present, with some vending machines against the wall. There was a working A/C, something that delighted Veronica a fair amount. A few sinks on the other side, a couple microwaves as well. It's a break room, nothing too exciting.

Suddenly, she felt a hand cover her mouth, and another arm grab her upper body. She shrieked behind the mysterious hand, and she grabbed the arm, trying to push it away. It held fast, her small arms no match for the muscles of this unknown person. Unknown, however, until it spoke.

"Veronica," it said. "You made it."

Veronica sighed deeply. She pushed the arms away, feeling no resistance, and turned around. "Dammit Mark," she said, smiling. "Don't do that."

The second member of our tale is Mark. Quite tall, with dark brown hair, he wore a green t-shirt under his safety vest. Black shorts and brown work boots made him look like most of his co-workers, though none of them were here. Mark had special access to the warehouse, and seeing as everyone else was away today, it was the perfect day to enact their plan.

"Hah, sorry about that," Mark replied. "I thought it would help set the mood."

"Something like that," Veronica scoffed. "I thought I was sweating enough outside."

"Yeah, it's pretty hot out there. At least you made it here in one piece," he noted.

"You bet," Veronica answered. "You got everything ready?"

Mark nodded. "For the most part. Go get changed and I'll grab something to get started."

He entered another door that presumably went into the warehouse, as Veronica went into the changeroom. She set her bag down on a bench, before stripping down to her underwear. She shivered, both from the cold and her strange feelings. Not only was she naked in a foreign place, she was thinking about what was coming up later. She emptied the contents of her bag and set them aside, her school uniform.

Veronica had read stories online about girls who had been kidnapped and taken into warehouses. While the kidnapping part wasn't as appealing, being tied up in a warehouse seemed to really excite her. Knowing that even if she managed to get free, the maze that she might have to go through to get freedom would be massive. If her captor were to find her after, who knows what would happen? Mark (unknown to her) had a thing for tying girls, and being so close, had agreed to help her with this wild idea (convenient, no?). She shivered again, thinking about what he had planned.

She put on and buttoned up the white shirt. She slipped on her skirt, tucking the bottom of her shirt into it, smoothing out both. She turned to look in the mirror. The skirt went halfway down her thigh, showing an ample amount of leg. Turning back to her bag, she grabbed the next item. Since it was too hot to wear the usual tights, she had opted for a pair of white knee-high socks. She pulled each one up her legs, the top passing just over her knees. She took one more look in the mirror, loving the way the skirt contrasted with her socks, directing attention to her legs. Satisfied, she grabbed her back and left the room.

Back in the break room, she saw Mark. He had taken his vest off, and had a roll of black wrap in his hand. He smiled when he saw Veronica's outfit. He had admitted that he wanted to see her in her school uniform, which was fine with her, since she really wanted to be tied in it. Any excuse to wear a short skirt, and to be tied up in one no less.

"Wow, you look great," Mark said.

"Thanks," she giggled, doing a pirouette. She had a feeling that Mark secretly liked her, and this would be a great tease.

He stammered for a second. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked.

"Oh right," she responded. "I am."

She sat down at the table, and pulled out something else from her bag; a pair of 5" black heels with an ankle strap. She felt so sexy when she wore these, and knew that it would only heighten the "damsel in distress" experience. She slipped them onto their respective feet, tightening the ankle strap afterwards. She stood up, taking a second to gather her balance. She stuck a leg out and put her hand on her hip, posing for Mark.

He gulped hard, struggling to speak. "W-wow," he finally got out. Was he really about to tie up his gorgeous classmate, looking as good as anyone in a school uniform? You bet he was. "You ready?" he asked simply.

Now it was Veronica's turn to get nervous. "Oh, uh, yeah," she said.

She turned around so she was facing away from him. Tentatively, she put her arms behind her. As soon as she felt Mark's hands touch her arms, she shivered, goosebumps running up and down her arms. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them closer together, crossing them. She heard the wrap ripping, and soon felt the material touch her wrists. Her heartbeat quickened as she heard and felt it wrap around, feeling her wrists encased by the material. She heard it rip once again, and felt Mark's grasp leave. She tried to move her wrists, but found they were sufficiently stuck, crossed together and secured tight.

(Note: we often use this kind of wrap at the warehouse I work at, and it's amazing. It's fairly stretchy, and it sticks to itself like duct tape. We use it to wrap really long stuff like windshield wiper blades and the like, and it's super tight. I could definitely see myself using this stuff in a future tie up. But I digress.)

"How's that feel?" Mark asked.

"Uh," Veronica stuttered. "Tight. I can't move my arms at all."

Mark smiled. "Perfect. Time for the next part."

Veronica nodded, and Mark grabbed her arm. Pulling her along, he opened the door, and they made their way into the warehouse.
"They didn't call him 'Einstein' for nothing."
-Albert Einstein

Re: Fun in the Warehouse

Postby solarbeast34 » Sun Sep 03, 2017 4:44 pm

Great start to the story, I cannot wait for the continuation.

Re: Fun in the Warehouse

Postby Beetle Bailey13 » Sat Sep 16, 2017 7:33 pm

Nice start to story

Re: Fun in the Warehouse

Postby Steak in a Tree » Thu Sep 28, 2017 1:16 am

For those of you wondering (if any exist) I haven't abandoned this. I just have no time at all to write it these days. I'll update as soon as I have time/energy.
"They didn't call him 'Einstein' for nothing."
-Albert Einstein