Chapter 8

In the early hours of the morning following her meeting with Art at Master Sam's, Elizabeth stood in an alley that ran behind a certain store in London, a few miles from the city centre. She was dressed all in black - jeans, blouse, leather jacket, gloves and boots - and over her shoulder was a large bag containing some items that she would have trouble explaining to an officer of the law were she to be caught with them including a jar of chloroform that she'd 'liberated' from her father's workshop where he mounted captured butterflies for his large and impressive collection. In her hands were Mabel's bunch of keys that would allow her access to the store. Slipping down the alley, Elizabeth paused outside of a door and started to flip though the keys until she found the one with a label on it that read, 'Side Entrance'. Checking up and down the alley one more time, she carefully inserted the key into the lock and, just as carefully, turned the key. Hardly daring to breath, she heard a slight click and felt the lock open. Smiling, she pulled the door open a crack and slipped into the darkened building, locking the door behind her again. Surprised, but relieved that no bells or klaxons had begun to sound, Elizabeth looked back at the door jam and spotted a loose wire hanging from a box there which, she assumed, explained the none functioning alarm. Smiling to herself, she dropped into a half crouch and moved slowly forward as she started to search for an unsuspecting guard who she knew was the only person officially inside the building at this time...

In the soft furnishing department, Mabel sat in an overstuffed armchair, her shoes beside her and her feet resting on another chair opposite. Her head hung back, her mouth open, her eyelids heavy as a Mills & Boon novel slid from her lap to the floor unnoticed...

As she progressed though the store, ever alert, Elizabeth felt the old excitement that she enjoyed when she went shoplifting returning, only now it was magnified ten fold. Already her knickers were sticking to her flesh as her pussy dripped juices into them, her breathing fast and shallow, a glow showing in her cheeks. Using her black cotton glove to dry her forehead, she wiped some sweat away before she moved on to another department in her search for her quarry...

It took Elizabeth almost half an hour to locate the guard and, in the end, she almost missed Mabel as the other woman sat slumped low and almost unnoticed in the chair and it was only the sound of snoring that drew Elizabeth back again. Smiling to herself and thinking just how easy this made things, the intruder reached into her bag and pulled out the small jar of chloroform and a rag. Taking a deep breath before she stated, Elizabeth poured a hefty amount of the liquid onto the cloth until it was soaked... and then she added some more for good measure. Popping the top of the jar back into place, she sneaked quietly up behind Mabel and, once she was in position, clamped the anaesthetic soaked cloth over the woman's open mouth and nose.

Mabel jumped and her eyes snapped open as she felt something being rammed into her face. Coming to her senses faster than most people, she still struggled to get out of the overstuffed chair and this proved to be her undoing. Elizabeth hung on grimly, her arms locked in position as she saw Mabel's eyes focus on her face and recognition flood into them just before they started to roll up into their sockets. Elizabeth smiled as the other woman's body went limp, her arms falling uselessly to her sides. But still Liz kept the cloth in place in case Mabel was only shamming but she needn't have worried for her victim's light were well and truly out already...

Finally pulling the cloth away, Elizabeth allowed herself a triumphant smile as she looked at Mabel's sleeping form before she retreated back into the shadows to collect a trolley which she quickly pushed back to soft furnishing. Getting Mabel's weighty body out of the chair and into the trolley proved harder that Elizabeth could have possibly imagined and, by the time the task was done, she was sweating profusely. Then came the long push to the back door and part two of her plan...

Sam awoke the next morning to the strident buzzing of his alarm. Stretching and yawning, he started his daily ablutions which ended with him pulling on his uniform and grabbing a few slices of toast. As he munched his way thought breakfast he idly wondered just why Mabel hadn't called him on her mobile like she usually did when she was on the night shift, but it wasn't a totally unknown occurrence and so he put it out of his mind as he headed towards his front door where he stopped and did a double take. Bending down he picked up the bunch of keys that was laying on the mat and the briefest of examinations only confirmed his initial impression - the keys were Mabel's from the store! "But they weren't here last night, I'm sure of that," he pondered aloud as he slipped them into his pocket with the intention of giving them back to his slut when he relieved her at work. Taking a last glance around, Sam pulled the upper louver of the window shut and locked it into place. Putting on his jacket, Sam let himself out of his flat and set off down the road towards work...

Groggily, Mabel shook her head and tried to clear her brain. In the distance she could hear a quieting buzzing and, laid over that, a louder banging. Not at all sure where she was, she tried to move but soon discovered that she could not. She tried to call out, but her mouth was full. And from down in her pussy came the strangest sensations of... pleasure. Closing her eyes, she tried to get her act together and after a few moments, she thought she might have succeeded and so she opened them again. Now recollection flooded into her previously muddled brain and she recalled Elizabeth's grinning face over a wad that the cow had held to her face. But that was then, Mabel thought - what about now? Looking around her, she recognised that she was still in the shop but she was no longer in soft furnishings; now she was sat in a chair in front of the staff entrance. Glancing at the clock over the door, she understood what the banging she could hear was - it was the early cleaners trying to attract her attention and to get her to open the door. But there was no chance of her doing that for, looking at her own predicament she could see that her ankles were bound with rope to the legs of the chair while another rope was wrapped around her middle and the backrest of the wooden seat. Mabel couldn't, of course, see her arms but it didn't take a genius to guess that her wrists were likewise lashed together. As for calling for help, Elizabeth had prevented her from doing that by the simple expedient of forcing something soft into her mouth and securing it with Mabel's own uniform tie. Glancing at her legs, the guard noticed that one of her stockings was missing so, presumably, that was what Elizabeth had used as a makeshift gag. Then, to Mabel's growing horror, she realised that, apart from the one stocking she still had on, she was naked from the waist down! And the buzzing? That was coming from a battery powered vibrator, the end of which just protruded from her pussy where it was held in place with some duct tape. Now fully clear, Mabel's mind was in turmoil - clearly, she was in serious trouble for allowing this obvious breach of security to occur on her shift. Then there was the matter of what the staff would see when they finally gained entry to the shop. But, on the other hand, Mabel enjoyed a little bondage and exhibitionism... and the vibrator was going an excellent job of exciting her! Then she looked at the closed circuit cameras and recalled that all this would be on tape! From the other side of the door, the pounding continued while her sex, tormented by the infernal device that Elizabeth had taped into place, continued to betray her. But one thing Mabel was certain of - she was going to kill her Master's new slut when they next met!