Angela loved to shop for lingerie - it was one of her secret vices.
There was something about slipping into one of those intimate garments
that always fascinated her. Whether it was a frilly baby-doll nightie,
a smooth, silky slip, or a barely-there G-string; anything sheer and form-fitting
always turned her on. Of all the stores she had ever visited, she enjoyed
the lingerie shops best. There were always concealed rooms where she could
try the costumes on (no-one shrugged down to skivvies in the open) and
the clerks were usually too few in number or too preoccupied to bother
her while she exhaustively narrowed down to one preferred. This usually
took a long time - there were so many favorites to choose from.
She always chose carefully; Angela was not what anyone would call an
'impulse buyer.' In fact she was hardly ever any kind of buyer at all -
not to put too fine a point on it - Angela was a thief. At first it had
been the excitement and fear of being found out that drew her into shoplifting.
That and the pressure from her friends who used to hang out at the mall.
They were always egging her on to bigger and more obvious thefts, hoping
she would get caught. But Angie never did; she was good at it. She
knew it too. So she kept on taking things even after those friends had
drifted away. Now she had a job, which paid a respectable wage, and her
own apartment on the edge of the suburbs. There was no reason for her to
steal anything, but Angela still did because she knew she could do it anytime
she wanted. What began as fear and an adrenaline rush had become the satisfaction
of a task well done. Reflecting on her current ensemble, Angela could not
think of anything she was wearing that had not been 'liberated.' From her
golden hair clip to her black patent-leather pumps - even her panty hose
- everything she wore had been stolen. She began to think that maybe it
was time to add to her wardrobe. Today.
Walking along, Angela passed shop after shop, unconsciously sizing them
up for a visit. She didn't really need anything but the lingerie store
caught her eye; they always did. This one was on the outskirts of the main
shopping area as well as at the boundary of the 'respectable' areas of
the city. Beyond lay that no-mans-land where crime had become merely another
way to get by and nearly anything could be had for some price. Calling
it a 'lingerie shop' was a kindness; a more conservative person would have
probably called it a 'sex shop' and been pretty much on the money.
The skimpy garments were displayed on racks that left a lot to the imagination
and a pair of underdressed mannequins that left nothing to the imagination.
The floor of the show window was covered with sexual toys and paraphernalia;
dildos, capes, gloves, along with various items crafted in leather including
a selection of whips. Unlike a lot of businesses in this part of town,
though, this enterprise seemed to be trying to improve. The trim work had
been freshly painted and the lighting seemed new. Inside, the sensuous
wares were nicely displayed and the place had a very 'upscale' ambiance
to it. Brilliant halogen spotlights shone on an entire wall of lingerie,
making the satin and silk shine like the lining of a cloud. There was a
large selection. Plus, their lingerie looked to be first-rate, from the
street. There was only one way to find out for sure, and so Angela strolled
into the store.
As she wandered from rack to rack, her practiced eye and avaricious
mind began making notes. She saw the security camera that scanned the doorway
and an oddly-placed mirror on the back wall that was probably one-way glass.
There were only two clerks; a girl and a thiryish man and both were busy
with another customer, a rather expensive-looking lady who may have been
a high-ticket 'escort.' Angela had lingered in the store long enough that
the younger salesperson detached herself from the conversation and approached.
"Can I help you?" She began, "I'm Peggy. Do you have
"Yes," Angela quickly looked around as if unsure of what she
wanted - this also gave her another chance to check for cameras or theft-prevention
devices. Something caught her eye in a wall display that would do as a
distraction. "The gold teddie there, does it come in any other colors?"
"We have it in silver and copper and of course black," she
responded almost instantly. "They're on this rack. Go ahead and try
one on if you like." An open invitation.
"Why, thank you," Angela smiled, "it's sometimes hard
to find things that fit me properly
" The last statement was true;
her figure was unusually proportioned. Angela had fairly wide hips but
a narrow waist and slim legs; almost all her non-stretch trousers had been
altered to fit properly. Her upper torso was normal and she possessed average-sized
breasts. Several male acquaintances had suggested she get implants and
if Angela had been able to figure out how to light-finger a boob job she
would have done it. "Sometimes it feels like I have a size four top
and a size eight bottom!"
The salesperson nodded. "In that case you might want to consider
one of our spandex items?" She indicated another rack toward the rear
of the store. "We have an excellent selection of Lycra. Also, if you
need to choose different sizes for a two-piece outfit that can be arranged
too. At Fantasies we pride ourselves on service!" The salesperson
"A first class idea. Let me browse a little just now. I'll ask
if I need anything more." Angela wanted to be alone.
"OK, then - don't hesitate," The young clerk seemed at a loss
to leave her customer and seemed like she was going to stay, but the male
clerk was motioning for her to come back to the counter. With a parting
smile, she left Angela to herself.
Taking her time, Angela scanned all the racks of lingerie. Occasionally
taking out a garment and holding it up to her body, she collected several
items to try on. Only she knew that one of them was not going back on the
rack. With both clerks still tied up with the lady at the counter, Angel
found the changing room and slipped inside. She was sure neither of them
had seen which or how many hangers she carried. Inside, she closed the
door and checked for cameras; there were none to be seen. Just to be sure
she hung one of her choices, a robe, up on the mirror that effectively
blocked off any view from the other side.
Slipping out of her outer attire and then her undergarments, Angela
soon was completely unclothed. For a moment, she gazed at her reflection
in the mirror and decided she liked what she saw but resolved to put in
a few more hours in the sun before venturing out onto any public beach.
Angela loved to try on lingerie, and so she lingered on each piece. Every
one had a slightly different feel to it; from the cool whisper of the spandex
teddy (she had chosen the copper one) that warmed up the instant it touched
her skin to the starched curves of a lacy push-up bra and panty set. She
took a minute or two in each one, stretching, turning, savoring the way
the garments made her body feel. Occasionally she would touch herself,
imagining it was Keith or Jay or someone she had not yet met who was caressing
her so intimately. Angie resolved that her next boyfriend would be as turned
on by fine lingerie as she was. He would touch her here and there
and especially down there! She realized she was getting aroused
enough that a moment more and she would have to put the panties back on
the rack damp. Her fanciful appraisal was starting to take a long time,
but the clerks left her alone and so she had plenty of opportunity to make
her choice. It was difficult to pick just one outfit - but she had to.
The final decision was mostly made for practical reasons; whatever she
wore would have to be fully hidden by her own clothes. So the teddy was
impossible (for now) and so was the enhancer bra because she didn't want
to emerge looking like Dolly Parton. Her choice was a simple Lycra support
bra and bikini-panty combination that fit incredibly well, almost like
a second skin. Plus the light silvery color was almost the same shade as
her pale skin. Angela looked over the lingerie carefully, checking for
hidden tags that might trigger a detector. Sure enough, each item had a
tiny white capsule attached to the back of the price tag. With a shrug,
she tore the tags away and hid them under the cushion of the seat. Pulling
the tight fabric up over her hips again, she resisted the temptation to
touch herself again - the salespeople might think she had died in her as
it was. With the bra in place, she put on her original undergarments and
was pleased to see they covered her new acquisitions perfectly. On went
the blouse and pantyhose, then the leather mini-skirt and cinch belt. Slipping
into her shoes, Angela looked around to see if there was any sign of the
purloined garment; there was nothing. Smiling only to herself, she thought
(Damn, I'm good!) Checking her appearance in the mirror, she could see
no sign that she was wearing another layer of clothing. After composing
her thoughts, primping her hairdo, and choosing a suitably convincing reason
for not purchasing anything, she unlatched the door and returned to the
Her effort now was to remain nonchalant (there is nothing wrong, nothing
unusual here) as she returned the garments to the racks from which they
had come. The older salesperson was not around, but the younger one saw
what Angela was doing and came over to her. Had she suspected anything?
"Hey, you don't have to re-rack stuff; I'll do it for you."
She seemed very upbeat, perky. "Did you find something you liked?"
"No, sorry" she said. (You'll never know the truth) she thought.
The girl looked sad. "Too bad - well, we get new shipments in all
the time. Try back next week, won't you? Or if you have a particular item
or style you want, leave your number and we'll give you a call when something
like it comes in."
"That's all right," Angela was moving towards the door, nonchalantly,
"I work around here so it's no trouble to stop in."
"OK, then. See you around." The salesperson gave her a perky
"Bye!" Angela had reached the door. She was almost clear.
She stepped over the threshold
A metallic chime sounded, followed by an equally synthetic if slightly
nasal voice: "Stop! You have activated our inventory control system.
Please wait for a representative to assist you."
Angela stood frozen in place, her foot just touching the sidewalk outside.
Not from fear, though the loud alarm was enough to make her jump out of
her skin, but because she could not do anything else. She remained totally
motionless, rooted to the spot.
Her mind raced. (Oh, shit, what am I going to do!? - I never saw any
detector - I can tell them this is some kind of mistake) She turned to
respond and only then realized that wasn't able to turn, or speak. It was
as if her body had become disconnected from her brain. She could still
feel her weight on the tip of one shoe and the slight breeze from the air-conditioned
interior which ruffled her hair. She could see her upraised arm, stopped
in the middle of a wave. She knew there was the beginning of a smile of
victory fixed on her face. Angela was completely aware but paralyzed, unable
to DO anything but stand in place like a dummy.
"Please wait; a representative will assist you." The nasal
voice came from a box on the wall.
(I am waiting you mechanical dolt!) She thought, wondering how
long she would be stuck there. The announcement repeated.
Suddenly the young salesperson was in front of her, looking at Angela's
blank stare. "Oh, WOW!" was all she said. After walking around
the motionless figure and waving her hand in front of Angela's face, she
finally came to her senses and called back into the store, "Hey, Tommy,
come here quick! Uncle Emmett's gadget caught someone. Oh, and bring the
A short time later the man appeared, holding what looked like a video
recorder remote. "So this is our shoplifter?" he said to the
girl. "She was in the changing room a long time
(I am cooked now) Angela thought, (how can I ever talk my way out of
"You don't know that. I helped her out and she was really nice.
The detector may have, like, goofed up or something
"I don't think so, Peg,," the man replied, "it was really
easy to set up. Just two loops of cable around the door frame, both attached
to the control widget up there." He pointed to the book-sized gray
box, where a green LED glowed. "It passed the self-test but it hasn't
activated until now. Why now?" While he spoke he was patting her down.
"She doesn't seem to have anything stuffed in her pockets. Or her
"Well, let her loose and we can ask her. Maybe there's a simple
explanation for all this?"
(Yes, let me go!) Angela thought, (nothing up my sleeves -- but don't
look under my skirt) as she stared blankly ahead.
"You be ready to grab her if she makes a run for it - here goes."
The man pressed one of the buttons and there was a terse 'peep' from the
box on the wall. Angela remained motionless, unblinking. He pressed it
again and was rewarded with another 'peep'. "Rats! There's a little
number that popped up when I did that. Sixty-one. You know what that means,
Peg?" A succession of peeps followed as he tried some of the other
buttons. "I don't."
"Remember, he's your uncle, the gadget fiend!" the younger
girl teased. "I'll go get the instruction book from in back."
"No, wait! We can't just leave this lady here. Someone might come
in." He moved in front of Angela. "Let's take her back there
first. There's another loop set up in the storeroom too. Ready to hold
up your end?" He called to the girl.
(NO! I don't like this) Angela pleaded, silently.
"Why do I get the
Ooof!" Peggy exclaimed just as the man
tipped Angela's rigid body backward. She did not seem to bend much at all
but stayed in position. While the girl held Angela's shoulders he picked
up her ankles and together they carried the paralyzed woman into the storeroom.
Even when horizontal she stayed stiff and inflexible, arms and legs held
exactly as before.
(I've got a really bad feeling about this) she thought as she watched
the ceiling lights pass in front of her eyes. (Don't drop me!)
They set Angela back upright between what looked like a door frame standing
in the middle of the open area. There was another box attached to the top
of the portal.
"Let's see how this works now," the man said as he pressed
the button. Instead of the 'peep' there was a happier 'blip' sound.
Angela blinked and realized she could move again. By now, fear had given
way to anger. "WHA
." She began to say.
POIING!! "Stop! You have activated our inventory control system.
Please wait for a representative to assist you."
(What? Again!) she thought, having turned stiff as a board once more.
In the second or so she was mobile her arm lowered a few inches but now
her mouth was stuck open in mid-phrase.
"Humm, that's strange," the man said. That was supposed to
be a manual release. "But it activated again?"
"Trust Uncle Emmett to give us something that is, like, totally
(Bummer? I'm stuck here like a cigar-store dummy and all you can say
is 'bummer'! Airhead
"There must be some reason
Of course!" He smiled. "If
the trigger went off out there, and here too, she must still be carrying
something that sets the detector off. How do we find out what, though?
"That's one way, cousin. For sure she isn't going anywhere until
we find out." The girl began to unbutton Angela's blouse.
(Hey, wait a minute, kid) Angela felt the girl's hands moving across
her body; pulling a sleeve here, undoing a zipper there while all the while
she was unable to lift a finger to resist - or lift a finger to do anything
The man was paging through a tiny book, reading, not seeing what Peggy
was up to. He muttered, "Wait a minute, Peg, there's an override mode,
and a partial mode and
" he looked up. "I said wait!"
(Yes, listen to him)
The girl had just finished removing Angela's plain bra, exposing the
silvery spandex underneath. "Well, look at this." She
pointed out the lingerie. "One of our VS overstocks. We got those
in just last week."
"Now I remember!" The man said, slapping his forehead. "Emmett
told me the detector picks up what he called a micro-thread tag that gets
put into a garment when it is sewn. They dissolve the first time you wash
it. This batch of lingerie must have been activated before we got them
and of course we never ran it across the magnetic plate. She must have
taken these, for sure."
"I guess I can't tell a thief by the way she acts!" She poked
a finger at the immobilized Angela before pulling down her hose and outer
panty layer. The paralyzed shoplifter was now almost completely undressed
and stood amidst a pile of clothes. "She stole the matching panties
too - how cheeky!"
"Yes, I can see." He seemed to be taking more than a casual
interest in Angela's curvaceous figure; the support bra had done a marvelous
job of creating a pleasing contour out of her modest breasts. In a way,
he thought, it was too bad she was going to jail. "I found a partial
release setting here. Stand back, I want to try it." He pressed another
button and there was another 'blip' sound, but no other effect. He pressed
it again and Angela blinked, but remained voiceless. Again; and she was
now able to close her mouth. Once more should do it.
?" Angela's words came out slowly, almost
"I'll ask the questions, if you please, young lady. What is your
"Why did you take those undergarments? If you had asked before,
we might have let you keep them as a sample."
"Yes we did, and now you'll be arrested. It doesn't make any sense
to me." The man walked around the spot where she stood, looking at
her oddly, trying to grasp her motives. "You are a very pretty woman
- why throw that all away?"
"Such a foolish thing to do
" He pressed the other button
to strengthen the field and Angela became mute and still once more.
"You know, Tom, I was sitting back and thinking." Peggy offered,
"Maybe there is another way for Angel here to pay us back for what
" She walked slowly over to a shelf and picked out a leather
cat-O-nine-tails and length of thick nylon rope. Returning to stand in
front of Angela, she slapped the whip idly against her leg.
(Huh? I don't like the looks of this. Shit) Angela thought
"What do you mean, Peg?"
"Well, you just said you thought she was pretty; I agree. And you're
holding a gadget that can make her stay immobile for a long time."
"Right, twice." He glanced at his cousin, then at Angela.
"So? I still don't follow you."
"Remember back at Halloween we went to a party where they were
doing that mime thing? Like statues?"
"Vogueing, it's called. I didn't know you noticed."
"I was kind of embarrassed, at the time, to say anything. That
was kind of our first time out together. But I liked it, a lot."
"Uh-huh. Almost as much as the fun we had in the dungeon that night.
Now your crazy uncle has given us a gadget that lets us turn anyone into
a vogued model. Like her
" Peggy walked up to the motionless Angela
and started to caress one breast lightly. "I think Angie here is going
to be our new display mannequin!"
(Nooo! Not frozen like this
"Who's the mad scientist in the family now? Emmett's invention
apprehends shoplifters. Period. He never meant it to be used like that,
running for a long time."
"Maybe he did too - you know how he over-engineers stuff. Besides,
it's better than
the Alternative" As she said the last words she
turned so Angela could not see and gave him a broad wink which was their
signal for 'Play along with me.'
"Alternative? Not that!" He looked at her as if she had confessed
to being an axe-murderer.
"Yeah. You know how long it's been since we had a really good
scene?" She was pacing in front of Angela, swinging the whip. "Three
months at least. Remember that co-ed student? Too bad we had to get rid
of her body afterward."
"A pity, true." He turned to hide a smirk; there had been
no co-ed student in reality.
"Look, she's almost helpless now anyway. Relax the field a little
bit and I can tie her hands up easily. Then we can carry her downstairs
(the shop had no basement.) It's getting on closing time anyway."
(This is even worse - oh please, no - not into some dungeon)
"All right, let's do it!" This time it was he that winked
back. He stepped out of Angela's vision.
"On the other had, we really DO need another display figure. She's
so pretty - it would be a shame to waste such beauty." The girl was
standing only about a foot from Angela's rigid face, slapping the whip
into her hand. "What's it going to be, doll face? Are you going to
exhibit this lash for us, or would you rather feel its bite instead?"
She punctuated the question with a final, sharp blow with the whip in her
"I think you're crazy, Peg, but I'm willing to give her a choice."
He 'blip'ed the control down until she could speak again. "Angela,
I know you've heard what everything we have been talking about. Here's
the deal: Three weeks working for us, gratis, and we'll forget that unfortunate
incident of a few minutes ago ever happened. Otherwise, I call the police
right now. Understand?"
Angela was dumbstruck. All this time she had feared the worst, going
to jail and getting a criminal record. Now there was a way out! It was
a really strange way, but it was a way. Her decision was a foregone
.it." She was already thinking what
she would tell her boss - a death in the family perhaps.
"You heard the lady, Peg, you've got a model. Now you have to decide
how to dress and pose her!" He liked the idea as well.
"Hand me the control and which way is down and which up?"
She said. He pointed out the buttons. A few blips later Angela was flexible
enough that she could be moved but not enough she could move on
her own. This level allowed her to be posed, and gave her enough freedom
to speak almost normally.
"Er, what kind of lingerie do you want me to display for you?"
Angela was hoping she could talk Peggy into having her wear the lace bustier
and garters that had been her second choice.
"That's for me to decide, Angela. Your job for the next few weeks
is to be quiet and very, very still. Hands out at your sides!"
Angela was startled by the sudden domineering change in Peggy's demeanor,
but before she could say anything more there was a quick 'blip-blip-blip-blip'
which silenced any response. She stared out into space, looking as if she
were at attention.
Peggy then removed what remained of Angela's undergarments and returned
in a few minutes with a black leather bra with chrome studs and a similarly
constructed G-string. Both of these were smaller than Angela's normal sizes
and fit extremely tightly, especially the bra; which created an impressive
cleavage. The G-string had some studs on the inside, too, that pressed
against her vagina in a very stimulating way. Of course the amount of stroking
that Peggy did while making sure it was correctly fitted pushed her even
closer to a impromptu orgasm. Next came long silky black opera gloves that
covered Angela's arms past her elbows. Instead of pantyhose, Peggy substituted
elastic-topped fishnet stockings that clung to Angela's slim legs without
All through the dressing Angela had remained stiff and rigid, almost
a living Barbie Doll to be costumed. Now for the final posing Peggy relaxed
the field and allowed her 'model' to move enough to exchange her street
pumps for new ones with 5" heels. She was guiding her subject into
the pose she had chosen when Tom returned, carrying a few accessories.
Clearly his intentions for her pose were different than what Angela had
"I don't think
" Angela began. 'blip-blip-blip'
"Perhaps Peg did not tell you, but your role is not a speaking
part. Please remain quiet while we finish the preparation, otherwise the
police will find you delivered on their doorstep wrapped up like a Christmas
Angela stayed silent after that even as she was guided into the chosen
display pose; taking a step, turned slightly to one side, grasping the
whip with one hand, arm raised as if to strike. Her other hand was angled
out to her side, fingers open, giving a graceful balanced sweep to her
stance. A rhinestone choker necklace had been added to her costume, alone
with chain bracelets and hoop earrings.
During this time, the detention field was at a setting that allowed
external movement only and Peggy was supplying that; holding Angela's free
hand with hers and stroking Angela's studded G-string lightly with it.
For some reason the sensation was exceptionally erotic, Once more Angie
was at the brink of ecstasy when Peggy interrupted the stimulation to whisper
into her ear. "Think how close your own hand is to your clit now,
how simple it would normally be to touch yourself just once more and achieve
climax. But that's as close as you will get for the next few weeks. So
very close but never able to finish that last caress. Sweet Dreams!"
Peggy pushed the button over and over again. There were more 'blip's
than Angela could count; with each one her body became stiffer and stiffer.
Past the original detention strength of the field, now she could barely
breathe and felt almost brittle. It even seemed like her vision and hearing
were affected; the outside world was hazy as if viewed through layers of
(Hmm. This isn't so bad
just not a whole lot to do
) Angela thought.
Thinking appeared to take an effort too.
"You're maxed out, Peg!" The man cautioned her, "Emmett
never said if there were any side effects
"Relax, cousin. I only want to make sure she does not get mistaken
for a live person when we put her into our window with the other mannequins..."
"I don't think you have to worry about that!" He walked up
to the frozen model and tapped her on the cheek. Even her skin was hard
as plastic. She was solid. "I wonder if she's OK?" There was
no outward sign that Angela was anything other than an artfully crafted,
extremely realistic, sculpture.
"There are only a couple of makeup items to do and then she will
be ready. Help me carry her again, please, Tommy?"
"OK, but I think she would look better on the display floor, perhaps
over by the counter?"
"Right. You're right; let's do that first."
(Whew - I'm not sure I would have wanted to be in the open so much)
Peggy applied heavy eyeliner and blusher to Angela's face and affixed
long false eyelashes. Her lips were coated with a glossy shade that looked
moist even when it was dry. Her hairdo was lacquered into place with styling
spray. At last, Angela was ready.
Together they moved her into position and shifted the display items
around so she looked natural as a mannequin. There were even price tags
attached to each of the articles she modeled. For the next few weeks Angela
was only another display figure. Neither Peggy nor Tom ever spoke to her
or made eye contact, at least during the workday.
After the first hours, Angela became resigned to being merely a statue
and fell into a sort of daydream, losing track of time and awareness unless
something changed; a movement in front of her eyes or a different sound.
She started to think back, trying to recall what she had done wrong to
wind up in this predicament, but never got very far before drifting off
again. Concentrating on something like the position of a shadow or a parked
car did not help either. In what seemed like a blink (though of course
her glassy eyes never actually wavered) the shadow had moved or the car
had disappeared. Though she had difficulty recalling previous times, it
seemed that her mind was turning passive. She was becoming a mannequin
in more than simply appearance.
Some time later, Angela noticed Peggy standing in front of her and had
no idea how long she had been there. It was dark outside; the shop was
probably closed for the night. The salesgirl was talking to her
rather than simply ignoring her as she had earlier.
doing today, my lovely mannequin? How did you like your first
few days here at Fantasies? We certainly like having you around to brighten
up the place
(What? Few days? Days - what's going on? Why did
gratitude, I wanted to bring you a little joy in return. Just
a little, you understand. Tommy doesn't know about this, so don't say a
word! Hee hee; as if you could!" Peggy began caressing Angela's stiff
body again. Strangely her sense of touch had not been numbed - if anything
it was heightened by her motionlessness. Soon she was at the brink of orgasm
again when the girl suddenly stopped. "Enough for now; I hear him
returning. Later, Angie." Then, surprisingly, she kissed Angela on
Now it was the man who was there; the girl had seemed to just vanish.
It was night again -- or still the same night -- and his hands were already
on her hardened breasts, fondling their firm roundness. Angela remained
aroused from the stroking by Peg before; it had seemed only seconds ago.
It did not take her long to reach the climax of ecstasy.
) Angela felt like she had touched
heaven but did not move a millimeter.
are you thinking about right now, Angela? It's been almost a
week and I couldn't ignore you all that
.. ) The fireworks in her mind and body had calmed for
now. Angela felt so relaxed
.s feel sorry for you, standing there. You are gorgeous, Angie,
and it turns me on to see you immobilized like this." He was talking
to her in a whisper; he glanced around before continuing. "Peg knows
a little bit about me already. But not this part. Going to that vogue party
was my idea, and so was planting the idea in my crazy uncle's mind to build
this detention field gizmo." He looked around once more before confiding
a secret to the mannequin. "You know, I would give almost anything
to see Peg frozen like you are now. She almost did it, back at that party,
and I was so turned on by her. But I don't know how to suggest it."
.her) Angela basked in a bath of pleasure. It all seemed
like a dream to her, even this conversation
"...soon. Until then, lovely lady, I'll be back again to see you."
He embraced the frozen girl, drawing her so close to him that she thought
she might fall over. He kissed her solid lips fervently, running his hand
along the smooth curve of her back. Releasing her so she wobbled back into
place, Tommy was gone before Angela had even noticed. The next 'moment'
to her it was daytime and there was a customer looking intently at the
whip she held upraised in her motionless hand. Then she disappeared too.
When Angela next became aware of something happening, both the girl
and the man were changing her costume. It seemed like they had been working
for a while because she felt naked and realized she was. Her leather bra
was draped on the counter, along with the whip. From the way her view jiggled
and the feel of hands on her legs she guessed (correctly) that they were
swapping her stockings and panties. She felt a tickling sensation as something
soft and stretchy was pulled up over her hips; a garter belt perhaps. Every
time she was touched now it aroused her, and whoever was attaching the
garters rested their hand on her crotch.
Peggy, the salesgirl, straightened up in front of Angela, a sly smile
on her face. "How are you enjoying your confinement, Angie? It's been
almost two weeks and we thought you might like to model something different
for a while." She held up the lacy white bra so the mannequin's fixed
eyes could see it. "These were in the lingerie you had picked out
before we - ah - detained you. I thought you might want to show them off
for our paying customers."
"Talking to the mannequin again, Peg?" Tommy's voice sounded
from behind her. The girl jumped slightly.
"You know she can hear us. I was just passing the time. Help me
clip this bra strap?" She fitted the cups of the push-up bra over
Angela's rigid breasts, giving her another dose of erotic stimulation.
This garment seemed to rub up against her nipples more than the smooth
leather had. Angela felt the fabric stretch across her back and the warm
sure hands of he man as he fastened the snap.
"Wow, that really fills out her figure!" He said as he moved
to face her. "Almost too much, in a way; she looks top-heavy now."
"Just the way you like 'em, I know." Peggy was fitting lace
wristlets to Angela's arms as she spoke. It seemed like this time she would
not be holding anything.
"Hey, I never said that." He was making sure the garter belt
and satin panties were placed naturally at her waist, a task he performed
very diligently as he avoided eye contact with his cousin.
"But I saw you leering at her. Or is it because she's a statue,
"Let's talk about this later. We have to open soon, so let's finish
up with this display figure now." He avoided saying her name.
Angela felt herself being lifted up and moved into a slightly different
location in the store, so her view gazed farther towards the window. Looking
past the mannequins there, she could see more of the street and the passersby.
It was something different and for a few minutes Angela watched the people
strolling by and occasionally stopping to glance into the window. Eventually,
she became used to it; while trying to remember the conversation she had
just heard her consciousness blurred again.
lly far out! This mannequin looks just like Angel - come and
Angela recognized one of her chums from the mall days. She had different-colored
hair and wore a tailored pantsuit instead of the jeans from back then,
but it was her. (Suzanne - so nice
to see you
. you properly
) Another woman edged into Angela's vision; it was
another of her old friends, Mary Walkup, who gazed critically at her stiff
"No way, Suzanne. You're dreaming."
"But it looks just like her! It is her
"She was never this pretty. Remember, her ankles were always so
thick? Her tush is bigger too."
(Gee, thanks, Mary
.do you still
. pick your nose?
"Maybe. You have to admit it looks a lot like her." Suzanne
came up very close to the frozen girl, close enough to gaze deep into her
blank eyes. The detail in the pupils was incredible; the face too. She
waved her hand in front of that empty stare but got no reaction.
(Boo!) Angela thought. Suzanne would have jumped out of her shoes if
a mannequin had spoken to her.
"It's been quite a few years. Possibly she modeled for a figure
sometime ago. You know she liked that artist
. modeled this
. Last week
"Ken Graves. Yeah. There was a cute guy. Wonder what ever happened
"I heard he was gay." Mary was looking through the racks and
picked out a flaming red corset to hold up for her girlfriend to see. "He
could be bi - why don't you wear this for him and see?" Suzanne
had always been the whimsical one.
She took it and smoothed it over her figure; the satin looked strange
in contrast with the beige fabric. "You think so?"
"Naw. But you'll have better luck with your husband
"Hmm. What do you think, Angel?"
"Suzanne, that's a mannequin. See?" Mary tapped her nail against
Angela's hardened breast, producing a hard 'click-tick-tick'. She rapped
her knuckles on the frozen cheek. "She's only plastic, nothing more."
"I can make believe, can't I? I liked Angela back then. It's too
bad we lost touch."
"Forget her. Buy that bustier if your going to; I've got to pick
up some patterned hose before we waste our entire lunch hour window shopping."
Mary walked off , and Suzanne followed her. She put the red lingerie back
on the rack.
.for...you) Angela caught a glimpse
of them walking away, still arguing, before her concentration slipped back
Night time. Quiet and dark. Angela saw Tommy facing her, drawing back
as if he had just kissed her. His hands were still on her waist and shoulder.
His very touch was exciting to her and she awaited the more intense caresses
which she hoped would follow.
"Hello, there, lovely lady." He smiled and looked deep into
her glassy eyes. "It's time
what) Angela replied, though her lips remained unmoving.
It was as if he read her mind. "Time to release you, Angie. It's
been a little over three weeks. I spoke to uncle Emmett yesterday and he
said anything longer might be dangerous. Besides, I think you've served
out your penalty. Even if I do like you this way." He kissed
her again, then placed both hands around her waist and lifted Angela up.
Heading towards the back storeroom, one of her hands caught on a garment
and had to be carefully untangled. He stood her up between the loops of
the detention field and, after one last look at her frozen as a mannequin,
pressed the button. 'Blip'
Angela felt as if a weight had been lifted from her chest as the detention
field disappeared and she found she could move again. Taking a few deep
breaths to calm herself, she stepped out from between the frame, a bit
unsteady on her feet.
"Thanks, Tommy." She walked in a circle, feeling her muscles
stretch. It felt odd to be moving once more. "I kind of lost track
of time for a while. It's strange being held stock-still - seems like only
a few hours, really." Angela bent over to flex her body, only then
realizing she still wore the garter belt and hose. Her shoes were off-white
high heels; a good choice for this style outfit. She wondered when she
would stop thinking about how things looked when she modeled them. She
was no longer a mannequin.
The man held out some silvery lingerie to her. "You can keep these,
now. Figure you kind of earned them."
"Where can I change?"
"Here. It's not like I haven't seen you naked or anything. Or,
there's always the fitting rooms out front."
"I think that would be better, somehow. Are those the rest of my
clothes on the shelf?" He nodded and she picked them up on the way
out. Something was different though; something missing. Or someone. "Where's
Peggy?" Angela asked.
On her way up to the changing room, she was glad the lights were off
since she hadn't thought to cover herself with a robe or anything. There
was someone standing in shadow outside in front of the display window,
looking in. Had he seen her? No; he seemed to be paying attention to the
mannequins. Suddenly there was a bright flash; Angela realized he was taking
pictures of them. Quickly, she slipped into the changing room and latched
the door. By chance it was the same stall where she had put these same
garments on, weeks ago. For a second she wondered if Tommy had remembered
to run them over the canceling plate. If not, her freedom was going to
be cut short. Angela dressed quickly, placing the lacy ensemble on the
seat. She had put in her time here; someone else could re-rack these goods.
(Still, they felt so sexy on me. Well, maybe next time)
The prowling photographer was no longer out there when she emerged to
say good-bye to Tommy. It was strange, she reflected, she didn't really
know these people at all, yet they had confided things to her when she
was immobilized and mute. Private things.
A new addition caught her eye, another mannequin standing in 'her' spot
by the counter. The figure was dressed in a tight leather jumpsuit which
fit her like a coat of paint A large silver zipper in front was pulled
partially down, forming a provocative 'V' that displayed her small breasts
nicely. Spike-heeled go-go boots reached to mid-calf, blending almost perfectly
with subtle sheen of the garment. Angela approached quite closely before
she discovered the new mannequin was Peggy!
She looked quite happy standing there. Her posed arms and stance reflected
careful attention to detail and she held a slight smile frozen on her face.
Her full display makeup was much more elaborate than Angela's. This had
been no accident; Tommy must have finally got the nerve up to tell her
his deepest desire and she must have been brave enough to take him up on
his proposal. Angela wondered who had picked out the slinky costume; the
black leather complemented her alabaster skin and chestnut hair nicely.
It was very attractive on her lithe, slim-waisted physique and looked like
something she might have chosen herself.
Angela knew Peggy could see her too; there was something she had to
"Peggy, dear. My, you look so beautiful -- and so permanent --
standing there." Angela said, placing the palms her hands flat on
the firm mounds of her breasts, then cupping them. The hard buttons of
Peggy's nipples pressed against the tight material; it was clear she was
aroused before she had been mannequinized. Slowly running her fingertips
over each breast, Angela traced out a light circle around each raised bump.
There was no reaction whatsoever, but Angela knew the petting was sending
waves of sensual energy coursing through the motionless girl's body, as
it had through hers.
"Hmm, let's give the customers a better look at you." She
grasped the silver loop of the zipper and pulled it slowly downward, exposing
more of Peggy's torso and cleavage, until her navel could easily be seen.
Half of each breast was visible and the aureoles peeked out at the edges
of the tight leather. "That's much better!" Then Angela slid
one hand downward, stroking Peggy from her throat all the way to the smooth
cool calfskin covering the figure's crotch. Her totally immobilized body
felt solid, rigid (God, was I this stiff too?) but Angela could feel the
slight springiness of Peg's pubic mound inside the supple leather covering
and the hint of a warm dampness deeper within.
She purred at the frozen girl as she continued to caress, whispering
"Does this feel goood? Yes, I know it does." She stopped,
abruptly. "That's all for now, love; maybe Tommy will come by later
to finish the job!" Angela turned and walked away, knowing that Peg
was probably poised on the brink of her own motionless climax. Now she
In the storeroom, Tommy looked up to see Angela return from out front,
a sly smile on her face. He held out a cup of liquid to her. "Want
something to drink? My uncle says you get dried out standing still."
"Thanks." She sipped quietly. "I see you had a chance
to talk to Peggy..."
He glanced at her; surprised at first, then relieved. "Yes -- doesn't
she look stunning!"
"Uh huh. She looks like a natural, uh, mannequin." Now it
was Angela's turn to feel uncomfortable.
"I couldn't believe it. I knew she liked being tied up, and leather and stuff, but never knew she'd try this."
He refilled her water cup, brought it back. "During the day, she
couldn't keep her eyes off your figure as it stood there. A couple of times
I even saw her touch your face."
"Oh. My memory is kind of, er, hazy." Angela looked at him
and smiled "I remember you, though."
The blush traded places again. "Yes, well..."
"I didn't mind. You were very sweet."
"Ah. Well, anyway, when I told Peg my crazy idea she jumped at
it. Then she couldn't think about anything else. She must have spent three
hours getting herself ready, then fiddled with her pose for another fifteen
minutes. I finally 'blip'ed her down just to keep her quiet. I think maybe
she was waiting for that..." He looked over toward the front room,
recalling some unfinished business. Angela understood.
"I've got to get going; it's probably late. Hadn't planned on staying
here this long..." she said.
"Yeah. Next time, don't forget to pay for your purchase. Now you
know we have a really stiff penalty for shoplifting."
Angela made a wry grin. "You can say that again!"
"But come back, anytime. I'll be happy to see you and I'm sure
Peggy will have something to share."
"OK, good night."
She stepped towards the door, pulled it open. Once again she stood at
the threshold, stepped over...
...and into the street. The bell on the door 'tinked' as Tommy shut and locked it. Looking into the window, she could see his shadow as he moved towards the mannequin figure that was his frozen cousin. Angela recalled the touch of his hands on her own recently stiff body and knew Peggy was one fortunate statue.
Walking along the quiet, deserted, street she thought about what it
would take to put her life back together. The rent was probably OK, but
she had no idea if she had a job anymore and where she would look for work
if she had been fired. Her parents would believe whatever story she came
up with, but all of her plants had probably died. And her refrigerator?
Angela didn't even want to imagine that now.
All in all, she reflected, it was certainly a lot easier to be posed
as a mannequin and not have to lift a finger.
She stopped for a moment. Took a deep breath. Then Angela started to
think about what she was going to steal from Fantasies tomorrow, and the
next day, and the next, until she could be caught again. . .