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Mr. Hubble goes shopping
"This SUCKS!" She told herself for the two hundred and forty-third time, that day.
As she had done every day since her probation started, and she had been forced to to apply for this crappy job, as part of the deal. After successfully leading her own company for three years, she was now demoted, working as a secretary assistant in that very same company! Oh well, at least it had kept her out of jail, after her creative book keeping had been exposed. The worst part of the whole agreement however, was who they had put in charge after her fall from grace. Frederick Hubble was the former head of accountancy, and he had taken it as a personal offence when her rigging had become apparent. Under the new circumstances he insisted in still calling her Miss McKnight, in stead of Francine. He, on the other hand was now Mister Hubble, of course.
On Display
Julia had been reclining in the garden for a good seven minutes, as an all to familiar battle cry reached her from within the house.
"Mom, we're bored... will you come play a game with us?" The twins, again.
Julia sighed. She was so longing for the end of the summer holidays! Those two couldn't entertain themselves for more than twenty minutes at a time. And then she would have to think of something: it was exhausting.
But this time it seemed different as she found them in the living room. Frankly, they didn't seem bored at all, quite the opposite: their faces were beaming with excitement. Sue was standing with her hands behind her back, and Bobby held something in his hand, one of her scarfs, she thought. What was going on here?
The Frog bench 3
Without warning, he suddenly reached down, and pinched it. She jerked in the stocks, but managed to keep her silence, brazing herself for another attack. But he stood upright again, looking down at her gleefully. He started to mock her more openly now, grabbing her face and squeezing it, making her cheeks bulge, deforming her features. She started to protest, trying to pull away, but he controlled her easily.
The Frog bench 2
He started to instruct her. "Now, put your ankles in the outer holes... right... OK, keep your knees up... good! And now your wrists in the middle ones...yes, just like that, perfect! Now hold it..!" With a swift move, he turned the other bottom half round, locking her limbs in place. There was a sharp click from the padlock, , and there was no way back; she would remain in this propped up awkward position for as long as he decided. "Now lean your head back, please. Yes, good..." Carefully, he conducted her long hair over the back half of the neck holder. He putted the front piece in place and locked it, trapping her neck, making her sit stiffly erect.