Okay people. While you’ve been reading Extracted, I’ve been majorly busy writing…writing…and doing more writing. This one here though is nothing but a quick little interlude I wrote up before we get into a much bigger and far better story.
Be warned! I’m now going back to the roots of what this
blog was originally about, sissy and humiliating stuff! Which means that unlike the previous stories,
it may not be safe for work at all. But
then I don’t know what your work situation is.
For all I know, some of you may sit in an office with others and invent
kinky stories all day, every day (how do I get a job like that?).
Sorry, but there’s really nothing new in this story
at all, so you may or may not be interested in reading it since I’m sure most
of you already know how it goes.
Why? Because this is just the old
shopping trip fantasy that everyone has had.
As I said, nothing new here. It’s
just done my way.
No chapters, just four
posts. Enjoy it or don’t bother. As I said, you know what happens anyway. I promise though, the next story is really, really
good! One of my best!
Sissy Shopping Nightmare
By
Karen Singer
Part 1 of 4
Bruce just kept telling himself that the life of his son
was at stake. Whatever they did to him,
whatever they forced him to do, it was all to save the life of his son. He would kill himself to save his boy. His Jimmy.
He didn’t know why they were doing this. He didn’t understand any of it at all. None of it made any sense to him. Yet here he was, desperate to keep his son
alive. Desperate was a powerful
thing. And he was desperate.
They had dropped him off here at this mall. Did people still shop in these places? He had to guess so since the mall was here,
and now so was he. He had been dropped
off exactly at eight thirty in the morning.
They told him most of the stores opened at nine o’clock, and then closed
at nine o’clock at night. They would
pick him up right here at nine thirty tonight.
The rest of the time he would have to stay inside the mall and do
everything he was told. Or else!
His mind went back to the last time he had seen Jimmy, just
a short while ago. Jimmy had been tied
to a chair on the other side of the room from him, and he had been forced to
watch while they beat him mercilessly, as if Jimmy was a full-grown man. But Jimmy was only twelve. A boy.
Nowhere near a man yet. But that
hadn’t seemed to matter to them in the least.
Jimmy was tied, and they had still beat his twelve-year-old son almost
beyond recognition.
By the time they pulled him away from his son and brought
him here to this mall, Jimmy had been bleeding and bruised in a number of
places, especially his poor face. His
eyes were so swollen he could barely see.
His lips so bruised he could barely talk. He suspected that more than a few of Jimmy’s
ribs had been broken as well. Bruce
wasn’t sure if there were any teeth at all left in Jimmy’s mouth. Jimmy had looked beyond miserable. He had looked like he simply wanted to die.
And to make matters so much worse, he had been tied there
and forced to watch Jimmy’s entire beating.
One man with a monster mask covering his entire head had stood over
Jimmy in that chair, and punched him again, and again, and again. And every single punch that man had thrown
had been hard and cruel. Jimmy was only
twelve years old. Twelve!
Who were they? Who
were these cruel people that would do such a thing? He didn’t know because every last one of them
that he had seen had been wearing monster masks that covered their entire head. It was impossible for him to tell who any of
them were. Certainly nobody he knew, and
he doubted that Jimmy knew any of them either, especially since they were all
adults.
Through it all, since he was tied to another chair on the
other side of the room, he had been able to do nothing but beg them over and
over to stop hurting his son.
Poor Jimmy. He
didn’t appear to have any idea in the world why they were beating him like they
did. Both of them were confused about
it. But that hadn’t stopped them one
bit.
He had noticed a number of times when the man beating
Jimmy had leaned down close to Jimmy’s ear and whispered something to him. But he had been too far away to hear any of
that. And each time, the man had gone
back to punching Jimmy viciously afterwards.
His son needed to be in a hospital now, but instead, they
had taken him away from his son and thrown him into the back of a van, and
brought him here, telling him very little in the process.
From what little he could make sense of, it appeared they
wanted him to play some kind of twisted game.
A game where he would be punished now instead of his son. According to them, he was being punished for
being a bad father. A bad parent. Even though for the life of him, Bruce didn’t
know what he had ever done that was so wrong.
He had always considered himself to be a good father. Maybe not perfect, but at least good. His relationship with Jimmy had always been
strong and loving. Yet these people
claimed otherwise.
So here he was, dropped off at the mall. A place he would have to spend all day
inside, when he should be spending all day in a hospital room with his son
instead.
According to them, there would be a minimum of five of
them in the mall…somewhere…at all times, keeping an eye on him. He would never know who they were. They would change people out frequently but
there would still always be five. All so
they could always keep a close eye on him.
If he tried to contact any kind of authorities or tell anyone exactly
why he would be doing the things he did, Jimmy would die. If he didn’t do what they asked, Jimmy would
die. If he didn’t do everything he was
told perfectly, made any mistakes, Jimmy would be punished mercilessly. Jimmy had already been punished
mercilessly. He didn’t need
anymore. As far as Bruce knew, his son hadn’t
done anything to be punished for.
With little choice, and to save the life of his son, he
walked through the mall doors and looked around. The place wasn’t busy or noisy yet, but it
was only eight thirty and the stores were still closed. Looking around, he didn’t see anyone who
might be one of the people who was supposed to watch him, but they said he’d
never be able to spot them.
His hand reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone
they had given him. All his tasks,
everything they wanted him to do, would be sent to him on that phone…when the
stores opened. Until then, he would have
to wait. There was no way to get a
headstart on any of it. There was no way
to do anything but wait and worry about what they wanted him to do, and of
course, worry about Jimmy.
Were they still hurting him…now that he had agreed to do
whatever they wanted? Now that he was
here, he could only hope they were leaving Jimmy alone.
Why was he here?
Why a mall? He hadn’t been inside
a mall in years. He wandered slowly,
just looking around. Not many
people. Very few stores were open yet.
Did people still shop in these places? Evidently they did.
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“There he is,” Larry said as he looked at the computer
monitor showing the inside of the mall.
“The link Steve sent us from the security office is working perfectly.”
“Mm,” Phyllis murmured.
She expected it to work. She had
paid Steve enough to be able to tap into the mall’s entire video system, so
everything better work. She was supposed
to have full access to the system, which would give her the ability to see
almost the entire mall.
She planned on sitting right here and following every
single step that Bruce took, and watching every single little thing he did, all
day! Beyond that, she was paying three
other people to take turns inside the mall, who would also watch everything
that damn man did. Every time he didn’t
do exactly as he was told, she had no problem with hurting his son. None.
He deserved it. His son deserved
it, and so did the father.
She’d really like to do nothing more than outright murder
that boy for what he had done to her son Jason, but somehow, this idea seemed
more fitting. Bruce was a bad
parent. He obviously hadn’t brought his
son up right. Now he was going to pay
for that. And as for Jimmy…well, she
still might kill him before it was all over with. It’s what he deserved. Bruce too for that matter.
As she watched Bruce slowly wandering, her mind went to
thinking about her own son, Jason.
Bruce’s son had bullied him and traumatized him so badly that she had to
pull Jason out of school and he had wound up in psychiatric care. He was getting better, but he was still being
counseled once a week by a psychiatrist.
She had complained bitterly to the school, but as far as she could see,
nothing had been done at all. So now she
was taking steps. She was handling the
problem personally. She would have her
revenge for Jason, not just on Jimmy, but also on the real problem, Jimmy’s
father, who hadn’t raised Jimmy right in the first place. Parents had a responsibility! It was time Bruce learned that fact.
She had made sure that her son, Jason, wasn’t around
while they kidnapped and beat the bully who had harmed him so much. She hadn’t wanted the actual beating to have
any kind of adverse affect on her son.
The beating Jimmy had given Jason had been bad enough. But she would allow Jason to see the effects
of the beating she’d had done to Jimmy, and she could also show him the revenge
lesson she was about to dish out to Jimmy’s father.
She knew for a fact that Jimmy wanted to see Jimmy hurt,
and hurt badly for what he had done. He
often talked of nothing else. By the end
of the day today, her son Jason would be able to rest easier knowing that the
revenge had been taken, that the lesson had been taught, and that this bully
kid would think twice about ever hurting anyone again.
That was the best way she knew of to show her son how
much she loved him. How much she cared
about him.
“Coming up on time,” Larry told her. “Almost nine o’clock.”
“Thanks,” she replied.
She pulled out her cellphone, found the picture she needed, and typed
some instructions. On the computer
monitor, she could see many of the stores that weren’t already open, in the
process of opening. She watched the
clock. At exactly nine o’clock she sent
the text containing the picture and Bruce’s first instructions.
Now she would see.
Now the revenge against Jimmy’s father would begin. He had no idea yet what was in store for him
today, but he would soon figure it out, and he wouldn’t like it one bit. She was sure of that. Just as she was sure that he wouldn’t like
having his son murdered right in front of him.
He would have no choice but to consider everything she was about to do
to him to be the lesser of two evils.
Bruce would play her game. And
Bruce would suffer almost as badly as his son.
Just in a much different way.
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The phone they had given him dinged signaling that a text
had come in. He checked it and opened
the text message. There was a picture
of…something. Whatever it was appeared
to be shaped like the head of a cat, complete with two ears sticking up from
the top, but the entire thing from one side to the other appeared to be a fuzzy
rainbow-colored thing. It took him a
moment to realize that it was a picture of a purse or handbag of some
sort. He read the text. This purse is somewhere in the mall. Find it and buy it. I recommend not wasting any time or Jimmy
will get hurt.
Buy the purse? And he’d have to find it too…in the entire huge mall? Where the heck was he supposed to look? He had never shopped for purses before. Uncertain about it, his steps quickened as his eyes scanned the stores around him. The idea of the major department stores hit him, and he turned his steps in the direction of the nearest one.
Looking through all the women’s purses in the store made
him feel embarrassed, but he forced himself to look anyway, albeit as fast as
possible. Not seeing anything close to
what he was looking for, he started to leave when a thought struck him. That picture, it had almost looked more
like… He quickly headed for the girl’s
section of the store instead. The purses
available there were much more in line with the one he needed to find, but the
one he wanted wasn’t there. As he
hurried out to the mall concourse to find the next place to look, he was
convinced that he was looking for a purse for a girl instead of a woman.
He didn’t find the purse until the third department
store. It was indeed in the girl’s
section, and now that he had the thing in his hands, he decided it was more
like something for a very young girl.
Still, finding and buying it was the task that had been set for
him. He paid for it and carried his bag
out to the concourse to wait for his next instruction. The moment he got out of the store his phone
dinged with another text message: Try
to get the tags removed from that purse.
If you can’t, leave them. Remove
everything from your pockets and put them into the purse and carry it. Throw the bag from the store into the trash
can.
Carry the darn thing?
They had to be kidding! He was
going to look like a fool. He realized
something. Something important. There was no doubt at all that he was being
watched…closely! Whoever was watching
not only knew that he had gotten the right purse, but they knew the moment he
got back to the mall concourse. He
looked all around, but didn’t see anyone who might be one of those watchers.
Not liking it, but having no choice, he carefully emptied
what few things that were in his pockets and put them into the purse. He grabbed the small purse handle and began
wandering slowly again, waiting for the next message. What would they want him to do next?
He didn’t have to wait long to find out. Another text message came in. When he checked the phone he found another
picture. This time it appeared to be a
pair of girl’s frilly ankle socks. White
socks trimmed in pink lace. The short
message read: Make sure you get them in
your size.
First the little girl’s purse, now little girl socks? But if they had to be in his size, that meant he needed to search the women’s departments for them. But again, which store? Frustrated already, he hurried back into the store he had just left. This time, carrying his new little girl purse.
The seemingly simply task they had given him turned out
to be frustratingly difficult. It took
him four stores to find the exact socks that the picture showed. Actually buying the things however meant an
exercise in embarrassment as he pulled his wallet from the little girl purse to
pay for the socks, then of course he had to put the wallet and receipt for the
socks back into the purse when he was done.
He carried the small bag containing the socks out of the store to the
mall concourse, fearful of what the next instructions were going to be.
Two steps out of the store, the phone dinged again. He looked at it and wanted to throw the phone
in anger, even though it was exactly what he had suspected: Put the socks on and throw your old socks
into the trash can.
He was starting to get a better idea of what this sick
game would entail. But if it would keep
Jimmy from being hurt, he would do anything in the world. What he’d really like to do though was to
commit murder. The murder of whoever had
kidnapped him and Jimmy and then had beat his son mercilessly.
He carried the bag with the socks to a nearby bench and
removed his shoes and socks. With a
number of people noticing what he was doing, he unpackaged the filly girly
socks with their fancy turned down ankle trimmed in pink lace, and pulled them
onto his feet. He looked around. Yeah, everybody was still walking, but so
many people had been watching him while he put them on. He slipped his shoes on and stood up. Fortunately, his pants covered his new
embarrassing socks completely. They
couldn’t cover the little girl’s handbag he had to carry though.
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