I want to start posting some stories, I already have a few from a friend of mine where we would write stories for each other. This is very loosely based on a true event, the theme and people are different, but like i say loosely based on something that happened, its too loosely based to put it in true stories, I would l ike some feedback and what people thought pleeaase

Nikita was 24, with an alternative vibe that made her stand out in a crowd. Her medium-length black hair was shaved on one side, and her arm and leg were covered in tattoos. Piercings dotted her face and ears, and her pale skin contrasted sharply with the black leather jacket she wore over a tight vest top. Standing at 5'4", she had a slim but athletic build that made her seem both confident and effortlessly cool.
After taking a year off work to travel around Europe, Nikita found herself in Bratislava, exploring a local fetish gear shop. She’d been there for a while, browsing through racks of leather, lace, and intriguing gadgets, trying on various items with a casual ease.
As she was inspecting a new pair of shiny black leggings, a voice interrupted her thoughts.
"I see you're having fun. Mind if I borrow you for a minute?"
Nikita turned to see Zofie, the girl working behind the counter. Zofie was about 20 or 21, slim, with long dark blonde hair, wearing skin-tight black jeans and a brown top that clung to her frame. Her Eastern European accent was charming but with a hint of mischief.
"I can apply my 25% staff discount to your purchases, if you help me out," Zofie added with a playful grin.
Nikita smiled, feeling at ease in the store. She had no problem helping out. “Sure, what do you need?”
Zofie led Nikita past some of the more... intense equipment, towards a set of modern-looking leather stocks. The stocks were sturdy, expensive-looking, and had a sleek, polished finish that gleamed under the store's lights.
As Zofie adjusted the top of one stock, she explained, "I just need to demonstrate this for a client. I can’t do it myself... I wouldn’t be able to get out." Her eyes twinkled as she spoke.
Nikita blinked, a slight twinge of confusion passing over her. “Okay...”
Still unsure, Nikita set her bag aside and stood in front of the stocks. "How do I get out?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Zofie held up a bunch of keys, shaking them slightly. "Don’t worry. I’ve got the keys," she said smoothly, as she stepped around the stocks and closed them around Nikita’s neck and wrists. A sharp click echoed as they locked in place. Zofie gave the stocks a little rattle, just to confirm they were secure.
Nikita tried to move, but the weight of the stocks was immovable. Her head and arms were completely trapped. A small feeling of panic crept up as she tested the restraints, her breathing quickening slightly.
"I think your client will be happy. Can I get out now, though?" Nikita asked, trying to stay calm.
There was a pause, followed by the sound of light footsteps. Then a voice, mocking and amused, cut through the air.
“I can’t believe she agreed to let you put her in those things so easily,” a woman giggled from behind her.
Nikita’s heart raced as she looked up at Zofie, who was grinning. “Who’s that?” she demanded, her voice a mix of panic and irritation.
Zofie said nothing, but her smile deepened as footsteps approached, and a warm body pressed against Nikita’s backside.
"I'm Anna," came the new voice, as a woman with a similar accent to Zofie’s appeared from behind her. "It seems you’ve found yourself in a bit of a predicament, haven’t you?"
"I didn’t get myself into it," Nikita snapped, struggling against the stocks.
Anna chuckled softly. “Temper, temper, sweetie.”
Nikita’s frustration boiled over. She jerked violently, but the stocks held firm. No matter how hard she fought, they didn’t budge. Her arms were firmly restrained, and her head couldn’t move.
“Grrr... let me out, please!” Nikita's voice wavered between anger and desperation.
There was a pause, then Anna stepped forward, her tone shifting to something more assertive. “Here’s the deal, babe,” she said coolly.
Anna was a little taller than Zofie, around 5’2”, and dressed in gym-style shorts, trainers, and a tight sports bra that emphasized her athletic build.
“We need a little cash to go out tonight. You don’t mind if we borrow your card, do you? Don't worry, we'll try not to spend too much." Anna’s voice was almost sweet, but there was an edge to it. “Thank God for contactless—otherwise, we’d have to torture the PIN out of you, right?"
Nikita’s heart sank. “So you’re just going to steal my card?” she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and anger.
Anna giggled. “See it as helping two girls in need.”
Zofie, looking almost apologetic, stroked Nikita's hair gently. "Sorry, hun," she said, her voice soft.
Nikita scowled, her jaw tightening. “Bitch,” she muttered.
“So, I’m just supposed to stay here like this all night?” Nikita shot back, trying to keep her cool.
“Yep,” Anna replied, her voice now filled with a teasing authority. “But don’t worry. Tomorrow morning, we’ll let you out. Bright and early. No sleeping in for you, though! And don’t try anything stupid, or we’ll restrain you again. And punish you." Her eyes glinted. “Understand?”
Nikita’s anger flared, but she knew she had no choice. “It doesn’t look like I have much of a choice, does it?” she snapped.
Anna gave her a condescending “Good girl” before lightly slapping Nikita's cheek. Then, both Anna and Zofie turned and walked away, leaving Nikita locked in the stocks.
The next morning, Nikita was still seething when Anna and Zofie returned. Anna’s voice broke the silence with a teasing giggle.
“Let’s get you out, then, Nikita,” she said, her words playful but with a tinge of mockery.
Zofie stepped forward, unlocking the stocks with a swift motion. Nikita stood, stretching her stiff limbs, and immediately grabbed her bag. As she did, Anna returned her card, tucking it into the bag with a smirk.
“We didn’t spend too much, babe,” Anna said with a laugh.
Nikita, still furious, lunged at Anna. The two women struggled briefly, with Anna’s foot sweeping out behind Nikita, causing her to lose her balance. As Nikita fell, Anna landed on top of her, and Zofie quickly grabbed one of Nikita’s arms, twisting it behind her back. Anna did the same with the other.
"F***ing b1tches!" Nikita shouted, her body pinned beneath them.
“You done now?” Anna asked, her voice cold.
“Yes,” Nikita snapped, frustrated and exhausted.
“Good.” Anna stood, motioning to Zofie, who took hold of both Nikita's arms and held them behind her back. The two women exchanged a look of satisfaction.
Anna leaned in and whispered, "If we let you up, will you leave like a good girl, or do we need to punish you some more?"
Nikita didn’t reply at first. Then, reluctantly, she muttered, “I’ll leave. No need for any more punishment.”
Zofie and Anna stepped aside, allowing her to scramble to her feet. With a final, furious glance at the two women, Nikita grabbed her bag and stormed out of the shop, the weight of the experience lingering in her mind.