Author's Note: Just a very short story. If people like I'll think about submitting part 2.


Part 1

Warehouse encounter – Week One

This Friday started just like any other. The mundane of working in a logistics warehouse only made more bearable by the likeable people and the fact that Fridays meant it was only hours to the weekend.

Nothing during the morning, had led me to contemplate what I would have enjoyed later in the day. The usual phone calls, invoice signing, & people coming & going. One of which was the beautiful Chloe from accounts. She was in her early twenties. Slim, tanned, slightly flirty and today dressed in black trousers (that were tight enough from her thighs up for you to be able to appreciate her lovely slim hips & tight ass) a white fitted blouse that stopped about an inch above the top of her trousers leaving a tantalising inch of tanned & toned stomach and allowing you to see the tattoo at the base of her back. The outfit was topped off with a pair of two inch (or more) black heels.

At 3 o'clock the warehouse team left for home. They finished an hour & a half earlier than us office whalers & it was always slightly depressing to see them go. About 15 minutes later, I picked up a couple of movement schedules I had spent the afternoon preparing & was setting off to drop them off in the supervisor's office at the far end of the large warehouse ready for him on Monday morning, ( I could have e-mailed them but I fancied the walk). As I was leaving my office there was a message on the internal loudspeaker, 'Can Tim please report to secondary warehouse B please. The alarm won't set'. Tim was the warehouse manager, and tended to work the longer Friday hours. Warehouse B was an overflow warehouse a couple of miles up the road & the alarm was notoriously temperamental. As the manager, it was Tim's job to wait for the engineer to come & fix it.

As I entered through the door that separated the offices from the warehouse, Tim was just rushing towards me. 'Bad luck mate' I said as he approached. 'Where are you going' he said abruptly. 'Just down to Simons office to drop these off', I said, waving the schedules. 'I'll take them', he said. 'I think you've got bigger things to worry about, don't you?' I said with a smile 'I'm perfectly capable. Now bugger off & get that alarm sorted'. 'Yeah alright', he said 'Look out for the rats'. He rushed off.

Look out for the rats! Funny thing to say I thought.

Walking silently through the warehouse I was surprised just how quite it was. I dropped off the schedule and instead of walking directly back to my office the way I had come, decided to walk diagonally back through to the little used office door at the far end of the unit. That way I could stop off & talk to Chloe (who's' office was towards that end of the building) & waste 10 minutes of the afternoon.

As I walked down & under the high mezzanine floor I heard a faint shuffling noise. I froze. Could it be rats? Is that what Tim was talking about.

I crept forward slowly & silently.....more shuffling.

Peering through a couple of rows of racking I wasn't sure what I was actually looking at. Chloe appeared to be stood in the warehouse a few isles away with her hands held high over her head. I was looking at her from the side and slightly behind so I couldn't see her face. I was about to shout out to ask what she was doing when I heard an mmmmhhhh.

That mmmhhhh was not a sound of someone shouting for help. I kept my mouth shut & crept closer.

I could hardly believe the vision in front of me. The beautiful Chloe was stood on tiptoe with her back to one of the mezzanine supports (about a 5 inch metal square post). Her arms were stretched high above her and pulled behind the post slightly. A pair of handcuffs with a long chain was securing her wrist to the underside of the mezzanine floor above (they appeared to be looped through a lattice metal Joist). Her ankles were also secured by a set of handcuffs. The chain on these was only about four inches long and ran behind the post. It left Chloe in a kind of stretched bow shape. Hands & feet pulled behind the post, torso pinned tightly too it.

Her hands were clasped tightly around the long chain in a desperate attempt to support some of her weight & relieve the pressure on her wrists, her feet still on tip toe shuffled slightly. Another mmmmhh. I walked cautiously around to stand in front of her. To my surprise she was blindfolded with a small leather blindfold & gagged with a black ball gag. And she still had no idea I was there.

If I'm honest I wasn't sure what to do next. She looked gorgeous. With her arms stretched high above her, her blouse had risen up displaying her tanned flat stomach. Before leaving her, her captor (Tim presumably, as there were rumours) had unbuttoned the top few buttons of her top. The cups of her bra had been pulled down, leaving her small but perfectly formed breast forced out between her tight silky blouse.

I just sat on a box for a while and watched her struggle. Mmmh mmmh mmmmhhh, mmmh mmmh mmmmhhh. Her hips were thrusting ever so slightly. Despite the uncomfortable position she was clearly starting to get into the moment. but there was somthing more.

I sat for a while memorised. Her beautiful body twisting, & hips thrusting ever so slightly. Every now & then she lift lifted a foot as if to test the shackles before returning to tip toe.

Her hand bag was open on a shelf near to where I was sat. I peered inside. There seemed to be a kind of hidden zipped pocket that ran down the inside. Inside the pocket there was still a rabbit vibrator (with several power level settings) & a set of nipple clamps. Looks like it was Chloe who was bringing the accessories, I thought to myself. Resting on the top of the handbag was a small remote on what looked like a key fob. I picked it up as quietly as I could. On it were three buttons. One with a circle on, one with an arrow pointing up, the other an arrow pointing down. Oh this couldn't be, I thought to myself, she's already vibed up. I pressed the button with the arrow pointing up. Immediately Chloe moaned a higher pitched mmmmmmmhhhhhhhh. Her head that had previously been lowered was now raised. She twisted in her bonds. Hips thrusting.

I left it for a few minutes, watching her writhing almost in slow motion.

I pressed the up arrow button again. Another mmmmmmmmmmhhhhh. Longer ..... more drawn out. Her head raised she was both listening & trying to makes sense of what exactly was happening. Was it a malfunction? It didn't matter. What could she do about it. Her struggles were a little more frantic now & her hips twisting & thrusting in equal measure. Sweat was started to appear on her forehead. Shaking her head from side to side a muffled nnooooooooo. Mmmmhhh mmmmhh mmmmmmmhhh, mmmmhhh mmmmhhh mmmmmmmmmhhhh. Her hips now pumping harder, she tensed, lifting both feet and bending her arms slightly she orgasm'd.

For a while she hung, twitching occasionally, then through the gag ppweeeaaaaase. A muffled plea I could not ignore. I pressed the button on the fob with a circle on, assuming this would turn the vibrator off.

I assumed correctly. Chloe looked up and looked in my direction. If she wasn't blindfolded I would swear she knew exactly where I was standing.

'Phwank woo' she said through the gag.

Well, now I know for sure she knew I was here. But did she know who it was. I stood up, threw the remote into her hand bag and walked over to her. Standing about four inches from her I looked directly at her. It was as much as I could do to control myself after what I had just witnessed.

I ran my hand down her cheek & traced my finger down her neck & down to her breast. I carefully cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed her nipples. A sharp intake of breath was followed by another mmmmmmmmhhhhh. I then rested my hands on her hips & run them down over her pert little ass, gave it a squeeze (god how often had I dreamt of doing that). I lent forward & kissed her on the forehead. Turned and walked away. I had to walk, if I had carried on I would have had to fuck her & although she seemed to be enjoying it, she wasn't exactly in a position to give consent. For all I know she thought I was Tim.

I don't think I'll let on it was me just yet.

Tim would be the rescuer today.