Chapter 22.   Steelforth Licks His Sexual Wounds

Damn!  After Stephanie’s rejection in that hotel bar, I hurt in parts of me I didn’t even know I had.  Sure she had said she would have trouble relating to any man after her experiences being raped.  But the part I really heard was when she said she couldn’t relate to me because I was a slaver.  That hurt!  I had been feeling both lust and something more than that for this woman ever since that day I performed a “Creditor’s Examination” upon her naked person in my office during her enslavement trial.  I had wanted to fuck her then, and could have, but something had stayed my penis.  I knew, somewhere at the back of my mind, that I wanted much more from her than just a quick fuck, though I had not exactly defined what it was I wanted.  Now she was free to reject my advances – in considerable measure because I had worked to achieve her freedom!

Her rejection had somehow sexually aroused me and I was tenting my pants.  I had this major case of blue balls and wanted a quick simple uncomplicated release with just about any attractive woman.  And although I was not normally a vindictive man, I felt that the quick release I wanted would be even sweeter if I could humiliate someone in the process.  After all I had just been humiliated, or so I felt, and it seemed right somehow to be able to turn the tables.

On my way home I passed by a major 24-hour shopping mall and remembered I needed a few drugstore items.  I got my hard-on down and made my way inside.  There were a surprising number of customers in Pickup-Mart for this time of evening.  As I searched for the right aisle I passed the jewelry counter and there was an attractive young red headed woman there looking over some rather expensive looking watches the clerk had placed on the counter top for her inspection.  I noticed her because she was fashionably dressed in an exquisite silk blouse with fine accessories and because she was quite slender and her skirt came only to mid thigh, showing off a splendid pair of lightly muscled legs.  

She asked the clerk to pull another watch from a case some distance away.  As the clerk turned away to retrieve the requested item I saw the young woman slip one of the watches into the waistband of her skirt.  I marveled that it did not just fall through to the floor until I realized she must have dropped it inside her panties.  Just then she called out to the clerk that she had changed her mind and had no more time for shopping and started to walk away.  

She was walking toward the store entrance where I had come in only a minute before.  I knew the chief of security at this mall and he had once done a favor for me.  I used my mobile device to give him a heads up about this shoplifter.  He thanked me abruptly and hung up.  Soon there were two security guards – one male and one female – approaching the young shoplifter.  The male officer blocked her way to the exit while the female security officer grabbed her firmly by one arm.  I couldn’t help but notice the female officer had an appealing figure – slender and long limbed like our shoplifter, but more muscular.

“What is the meaning of this?”  the shoplifter cried out with feigned outrage.  “I have done nothing wrong.  Surely there must be some mistake!  Take your hands off me you bitch!”

“You have a stolen watch on your person young lady and as your wristband shows that you are not a citizen, you must come with us to the mall security office!” the male officer informed her.

“I won’t go!  You two rent-a-cops can’t make me do anything!” she screamed as she began to struggle with first the female officer and then the male officer.

“We are legally permitted to arrest you under these circumstances ma’am” the female officer interjected.  “And as a non-citizen, if you resist us we can legally strip you right here to prove you have stolen merchandise on your person.”  

This seemed to give the young shoplifter pause for a moment.  She looked scared as she realized this could indeed happen.  Then she screamed out a whole string of curses and while the male officer was pulling her hands behind her to handcuff her she was kicking out at the female officer.  Apparently she thought if she got other shoppers to notice her someone would come to her rescue.  It was not to be.  Other shoppers noticed all right but most looked on with either grim satisfaction or glee.  Shoplifters were not popular and most people felt they got what they deserved.  

Soon she was cuffed but she refused to walk with the officers.  A second pair of handcuffs was put on her ankles to prevent her kicking.  The male officer picked up her high-heeled shoes that had come off and stuffed them in his back pockets.  The two of them then picked her up and carried her still cursing toward the elevator to the security office downstairs.  Just before she was picked up the female officer looked in my direction and called out to me.

“Chief asked if you would accompany us sir.  He would like to thank you personally for turning her in!”

At that bit of news I saw the young shoplifter look in my direction.  She had paid no attention to me before, but now there were daggers in her eyes as she tried to stare me down.

As she was hoisted up her skirt rode up somewhat and I had the opportunity to see even more of her nylon clad legs.  I followed these three to the elevators.  As we all got in the elevator the officers continued to carry the struggling shoplifter in a horizontal position with her knees higher than her torso.  Her skirt had ridden up yet higher and I was in a fairly good position for a look up her skirt.  I could see where her nylons ended and that her panties were pulled tight into her crotch.  The shape of her cleft of Venus was just discernible in the way the panties clung to her.  The two guards could see where I was looking but made no attempt to adjust the handcuffed shoplifter’s skirt for greater modesty.

We entered the suite of security offices in the basement level.  Chief Warren Redford greeted me warmly and shook my hand as we entered.  

“Bill, we have recently acquired a new toy that I think a man in your line of work might appreciate!” he said with a twinkle of the eye.  

“Her bracelet says non-citizen” he continued looking at the guards “but you better scan it to make sure we know who she is” the Chief instructed the security guards.

As soon as they swiped her bracelet a computer screen lit up showing her name as Ms. Rebecca Stinson, non-citizen resident, occupation as receptionist at some law firm I had never heard of, her address, contact information, retina scan, credit history, prior brushes with the law and much else.

“Get a live retina scan on her now”, the Chief directed, “to make sure it matches what is on file for this Rebecca Stinson.  We need biometric confirmation that the information on our computer screen represents her real name, identity and other particulars.  Some shoplifters use false ID after all.”

This was done and the retina scans matched.

“Take the young lady into our new scanner room” he added, looking at the two guards.

The Chief and I followed the two guards as they continued to carry the struggling shoplifter into a room containing what I immediately recognized as a full body scanner.  Evidently she recognized the nature of the machine as well since I noted her intensifying her struggles and attempting to kick out at the guards.  

“You can’t do this!  I am a free legal resident!  I have rights!  Get me out of this infernal machine and take the cuffs off me!” she cried.

“Actually we can do this because you are not a citizen and because you have given us ‘probable cause’ for such a scan of your body” the Chief answered her.  “In fact Mr. Steelforth here is the one who gave us the probable cause by his willingness to testify against you in court should that become necessary.”

Soon they had her positioned vertically in the machine with her hands cuffed to an attachment point above her head and her ankles secured to the floor and separated by about two feet.  Other rods were adjusted to insure that she would maintain the desired position and could not move about very much.

“Bill, I think you are going to be impressed with what this machine can do!”  the Chief said proudly.  The older machines produced black and white images only, the images were somewhat grainy and did not always show as much detail as one would wish.  

The machine began to whir as it took multiple scanning passes.  The male security officer had been dismissed and The Chief and I and the female officer stood in front of a large computer monitor where a full body image began to materialize.  It showed a full color image of our young shoplifter fully dressed including the colors and textures of her clothing, the sheen of her silk blouse, the texture of her nylon clad legs and so forth.  

“So far only a normal photographic image that is useful to document her identity among other things.  All the images will be permanently saved on our hard drive for later recall.  A sophisticated computer program controls the display of images so that each image will show us what we want to see and nothing we don’t want to see.  Next you will see a layered stripping process.  Watch!”

Suddenly the outer layer of clothing was gone.  What we saw now was the girl wearing a bra, panties and her nylon hose.  I was impressed at how well the machine was able to render the skin tones and textures.  She had very smooth and nicely tanned skin, a small birthmark just below her clearly delineated collarbone and one could see from tan lines that she often wore a Brazilian style high cut bikini to the beach. 

“If you wonder how our machine can strip away outer garments while not stripping away underwear, I can tell you how it is done.  The machine takes multiple scanning passes, each pass penetrating a fraction of a millimeter deeper than the previous pass.  Depth of penetration is controlled by changing the frequency or wavelength of the x-rays and by subtracting out reflections that come back to the camera from too shallow or too deep a level.”

I nodded my head, pretending I could follow all this tech speak.

Our young shoplifter was looking in our direction with an anxious expression on her face.  The monitor was angled so that she could not see the actual images we three were seeing but she could see the amused expression on my face and listen to us talking about her body.

We were also able to observe the details of her navel and a small heart shaped tattoo just below the navel and just above the panty line.  Dimly visible through the semi-translucent material of the panties was a dark area on her mons suggestive of pubic hair.  Just to one side of that, above her right leg, we saw a slight bulge in the elastic waistband and some object about the size of a watch was dimly visible through the material.  The panties were still pulled tight into her crotch so that they perfectly outlined the sweet cleft between her young legs.  The gusset of the panties was a reinforced panel so more could not be seen as yet.  The image was clearly incriminating so the Chief pressed a button to make sure we had saved the image to the hard drive and printed out a copy as well to attach to her file.

Next we saw the naked image of this shoplifter.  The image was everything a voyeur would wish for.  Even the female officer seemed quite interested.  I could see a certain sexual tension in her the way she was holding her muscles.  Perhaps she was lesbian or at least bi-sexual I thought.  In addition I was startled to see a couple of stolen items that had been concealed by her underwear now clearly visible.  The watch above her right leg could be seen in sufficient detail to read the brand of it and the time of day it displayed.  It was strange to see it since it did not appear to be supported by anything now that the elastic waistband was no longer shown.  In similar fashion we could see that there was a silk handkerchief of some sort that appeared to be clinging to her left breast.

The breasts were full and firm and about C-cup size I should think.  The skin of the breasts was much whiter than other skin – suggesting she seldom made a practice of exposing the breasts when tanning at a public beach or swimming pool.  My eyes naturally traveled down to her mons where I saw a very thick mass of curly red pubic hair that she had neatly trimmed into a heart shape.  The color matched the color of hair on her head exactly.  My eyes dropped still lower and I was treated to one of the most beautiful vulvas I had ever been privileged to see.  The detail was incredible.  The female security officer did not look bored.

“There used to be this silly legal requirement” the Chief continued, “that the machine must scramble the so-called ‘private areas’.  While I can understand the rationale for that it simply isn’t workable in the security business.  After all these bitches often use their so-called private parts to conceal stolen merchandise.  We have to be able to see everything!”

“You fucking perverts!” the young woman screamed.  “Turn your fucking machine off!”

“If you have objections to body scanning, you should have thought of that before you committed the crime and gave us cause to scan you!” the female officer answered her.

Just then I saw the Chief activate something called the “Zoom Feature”.  The machine began to display an increasingly detailed close-up image of her vulva.  It lingered on her left outer labia for a while and we could see individual pubic hairs filling the whole screen.

“Do you see that!” the Chief suddenly exclaimed.  “Count down three pubic hairs from the top of the screen and tell me what you see!”

“It looks like a small scar or birthmark of some sort” I replied.

“Exactly.  And that could be very useful for identification by other security officers in other shopping malls if the young lady ever tries to change her name to escape her past.”

“You are going to put images of my private parts in some national database where anyone can look at them?”  the young woman cried out hysterically.

“No ma’am.  That would never happen unless you are convicted, or if you confessed and then stole again.  Even then the images would only be accessible to licensed security officers or police who have you in their custody as a result of some future incident.  If you confess to us later tonight and don’t steal again nobody but this department will have access to the images or even knowledge that you were arrested.”

“But what if I don’t confess?” she asked.

“Then you would go to trial and, if convicted, the images will go into a law enforcement
database where any security officer or police could access them,” the Chief replied.

She looked shaken at this revelation.

The Chief moved the Zoom viewer to the center top of the vulva and we were able to just see the tip of the clitoris peeping out from under the clitoral hood.  We noted that she had a gold clitoral ring installed through the upper part of the clitoral hood.  There was an inscription on the ring and, although he zoomed in close, we couldn’t quite make it out. He was able to read the RFID number off the ring, however.  A quick computer lookup revealed that a ring bearing this RFID number had been reported stolen from one of Pickup-Mart’s other stores two weeks earlier.   Then he dropped the zoom area a bit lower and we saw a few drops of what was clearly urine.

“Those drops would be indicative of her fear at being arrested and could possibly help us to document her guilty state of mind”, the Chief commented.  He then pushed a button to make sure we had a permanent image on the hard drive and a hard copy to attach to her file.  We could not see the vaginal opening since the lips of the vulva were pressed close together.  Nothing had been done as yet to open up this area.

“Now we go deeper still,” he continued.  “We will now look inside her body cavities to see what else we might find.

Now I was seeing images that looked more like traditional medical x-ray images.  First he looked inside her ears and nose and found nothing, then inside her throat and stomach and her rectum and still found nothing.  Then he moved the focal point of the depth scanner to her vagina and we saw a clear image of a bottle of perfume hidden in there.  He adjusted the resolution so that we could even read the label on the bottle through her flesh and verify that it was a very expensive brand of perfume.  He was able to read the RFID number off the bottle through her flesh as well and determine that it had not been paid for.  I was impressed.

“OK.  I think we have seen quite enough in this virtual stripping to justify a literal stripping,” the Chief finally exclaimed.  “Release her from the machine now and attach her to the exam table.”

I must confess I was really hard after watching this exciting stripping process.  I did my best not to let the Chief or the two officers see me tenting my pants.

They had a portable table setup and proceeded to strap the young shoplifter to that.

The female security officer produced a digital camera and proceeded to take pictures of the young woman in this disheveled state, including close-ups of her face.  They dumped the contents of her purse on a side counter and checked to see if she had any other stolen items. Then the table, which was on wheels, was rolled into the Chief’s office with our shoplifter on it.

“You may as well come in here too” the Chief called to me.  “You should see how we deal with shoplifters here.  Of course had she been a citizen we would follow an entirely different protocol.”

I must admit I was intrigued.  If the shoplifter had been some old hag I would probably have been content to let the law take care of itself.  But this was not the case.  All four of us followed the gurney.  I felt my hard-on gently tenting my slacks again and willed it down.  In the Chief’s office they began stripping her of her clothing.  

“Do these fucking men have to be here!” our pretty shoplifter hissed.

The Chief motioned to the male guard and he, somewhat disappointed left the room.

“What about him?” she asked, indicating me.

“This is Bill Steelforth.  If it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t be here now.  He observed your theft and will be the star witness against you if this case goes to court.  In his line of work he is already licensed to perform, witness or participate in female examinations.  We want him to witness your complete exam so that he can testify that we didn’t plant any additional evidence on you.”

They carefully checked that she had not hidden any other stolen items on her person.  First to go was her beautiful silk blouse.  An RFID scan revealed that it was stolen.  As the female security officer removed her C-cup bra the silk handkerchief we had seen in the body scanner fell out.  But my interest was much more directed to her newly exposed breasts.  They were beautifully shaped and resilient to the officer’s touch and her nipples were erect.  It could have been fear or possibly the chilly air in the room, but I really suspected we had someone who was turned on by the eroticism of being forcibly examined in this way by two men and a woman, though I am sure she would never admit it.  

Next to go was the skirt, with the officer retrieving the watch from the waistband of her panties and the Chief examined it closely and photographed it as evidence.  

“We need to remove her nylons, Bill,” the Chief announced.  “We will need to check for any scars, birthmarks or tattoos that might help identify her at a later time.  Perhaps you would like to do the honors!”

I needed no persuasion on this point.  I began at once to roll down first the nylon on her left leg, then that on her right leg.  It was a pleasure and I took advantage of the opportunity to caress those beautiful muscular well-defined limbs in the process.  I had examined many young women in my line of work, but this sort of thing was a pleasure of which no red-blooded male could ever tire.  The chief then pulled out some extendable rods with ankle cuffs from holsters on the sides of the table and indicated that the female officer and I should use these to secure our shoplifter’s ankles and legs widely apart.

The Chief had probable cause to order the removal of our shoplifter’s panties since we had all seen that she had both a stolen clit ring and an item of stolen merchandise secreted inside her vagina.  As the female officer inched her panties down the very curly red pubic hair came into view and we could see that the color of that seen on the body scanner had been very accurate.  As the clit ring came into view the officer held it up and read the inscription aloud to us.  It said “Rebecca Loves Jeremy”.   As the panties came all the way off I could see a small yellow stain in the gusset as they were removed.  It was clearly urine and confirmed what we had seen on the body scanner.  It was evidence suggestive of her fear and probable guilty state of mind at time of her arrest and would be preserved as evidence. 

More pictures were taken.  I noted that in this position, with her thighs held wide apart by those extended rods and cuffs, her labia opened up nicely and I got a much better look at her cleft and at the outer opening of her vagina.  The female officer donned latex gloves and reached inside our shoplifter’s vagina to retrieve that small bottle of perfume we all knew was hidden in there.   

The Chief indicated that we would confiscate the stolen clit ring as well.  The female officer at first had difficulty, or perhaps pretended to have difficulty, finding the ring’s release catch and had to manipulate the ring quite a bit searching for it.  This caused considerable stimulation of the clitoris and we all noted with amusement that our shoplifter became visibly aroused by all this stimulation.  Her labia became engorged and we could observe some sexual secretions as well.  Finally she ‘found’ the release catch and soon the clit ring was removed and joined the other items on the table.  All the while the young shoplifter was trying her best to buck but the straps allowed her very little movement.  She continued to curse and shout insults at all of us.  I think I heard the word “perverts” shouted more than once.  Finally the Chief stuffed one of the nylon stockings I had taken off her in her mouth to quiet her.

“All right Miss Stinson” the Chief began.  “We know who you are from your ID bracelet and I am going to tell you what happens next.  At this point you can, if you wish, stand on your rights as a free legal resident of this state and this nation and demand that we turn you over to city police.  They will place you under arrest and take you to pre-trial detention tonight.  In the morning you will be brought before a judge and charged with shoplifting.  If convicted and it is your first offense you will be sentenced to perhaps six months of community servitude.  If you have priors, and we know you do, you could get 2 years or more of slavery.  There is little doubt you would be convicted since we have you on videotape committing the act and Mr. Steelforth here witnessed your theft and would be willing to testify against you.  Nod your head if you understand what I have told you so far.”

We saw her nod her head frantically and make mewing sounds.  The Chief pulled the sock out of her mouth so she could communicate with us.

“I will leave the sock out as long as you watch your language and your behavior young lady.”

“Is there … is there another alternative?” she asked.  I could see she was scared now and most of the fight had gone out of her.

“Why yes.  This mall does not like to ruin people’s lives.  It is not good business.  But we do need to make an example of shoplifters to deter others.  I am sure you understand.”

She nodded glumly.

“So what we offer you Miss Stinson is a chance to confess on videotape, to clear your conscience and allow us to have documented proof of your admission of guilt.  Then we ask you to consent to let us punish you in our own way.  I can assure you that our punishment will be far easier to take than any a court would pass on you.”

“What would I have to do?” her voice was barely a squeak now.

“When you steal from one of our stores you are really stealing from your fellow customers.  The store must charge all our customers higher prices because of thefts by people like you.  What we want you to do is compensate our customers for the extra costs that you and others like you have imposed on them.”

“Just tell me how much and I will write out a check.”

“It is not going to be that simple ma’am.  That would be far too easy.  What we require is for you to give our customers pleasure so they will feel some sense of vindication that something is being done to make them whole for at least some of the extra costs they have had to bear.  That way they will continue to prefer shopping in our mall.  And we insist that you experience humiliation in the giving of that pleasure so you will not be tempted to steal from us again.”

“Surely you don’t mean, …” she wailed.

“You are an attractive woman Miss Stinson, and you seem reasonably intelligent.  Must I spell it all out for you?”

We saw her pained expression as she thought of the implications of this.  Then she began uncontrollably sobbing.  After several minutes she spoke to us again.

“How many … and for how long?” she gasped.

“Now that is the good news.  We only ask you to enter into a five-day sexual indenture.  Because it is a legal indenture, once you have agreed to it you will not be able to back out.  It is an enforceable contract and we will force you to fulfill it.  If you perform well we may free you after one or two days of service.  

“During your days of service you may be required to provide sexual pleasure to quite a number of our customers.  Usually what that means is that you will be placed in a booth in one of our stores where you will be handcuffed and blindfolded.  You will give blowjobs to quite a large number of male customers.  Female customers may also demand oral sex from you.  As you will be blindfolded you will not know who is using you.  But they will know who you are and the crime for which you are being punished.  They may or may not be people you know.  We are willing to let you serve your days at a store two hours outside New York City if you prefer, to minimize the chance that anyone you know will see you perform this degrading service.  The four hour round trip transportation will of course lengthen each day of your service.”

“When will I be providing this sexual service?”

“We will let you go home with a tracking device locked on your ankle tonight.  In the morning we will expect you to report at 6:30 am for the two-hour bus ride to our out of town store.  You will serve there from 9am when that mall opens until 7pm, then a two-hour bus ride back here.  Each day you will report again at 6:30 am.  If we are sufficiently impressed with your performance we may set you free without your serving the full five days.”

“Will I be able to refuse certain customers if they are too fat, too ugly or not clean?”

“No ma’am I am afraid not.  Your indenture will specify “No Right of Refusal”.

“Will it be only blowjobs, or might other … things be required of me?”

“Usually it is only blowjobs, but there is no guarantee of that” the Chief responded.  “It is possible we may let a few of our V.I.P. male customers fuck you.”

“Can I call my lawyer for advice on this?”

“Sure you can.  But he will only advise you to take the deal.  Our deal is infinitely better than going into the system and having a criminal record.  And if your lawyer doesn’t answer your after hours call you still have to make a decision tonight.  We can’t let you go home until we have your videotaped confession and a signed contract of indenture, and have placed a locking device on your ankle.  Otherwise we would have to turn you over to the police.”

“Well, if you are determined to humiliate me then just get on with it!” she hissed.

The female security officer then released the straps holding her to the table and dressed her in the bra, silk blouse and skirt and walked her over to a chair where she was seated with her hands still cuffed behind her.  The Chief turned the video camera on and they recorded her confession.  After that they read her the contract of indenture and explained what it meant and had her sign it – all in front of the video camera.  She had committed herself irrevocably to being punished by store security for what she had done.  Finally an officer clicked the electronic tracking device to her ankle and locked it.

Her stolen silk blouse was confiscated and added to the pile containing her panties, and her nylons.  She remained handcuffed.

“Will you take these fucking cuffs off me now and let me go home?”

“I am afraid not just yet ma’am,” the Chief responded.  “You see you have managed to sexually arouse Mr. Steelforth, a citizen who has been good enough to assist in your apprehension and thereby possibly save you from a life of crime.  We think you should be grateful to him with your body and show him respect and that you are a humble and thankful girl!”

“Fuck that!  This guy ratted me out!  And he has been getting his jollies for the last hour now at my expense!  I am not going to give him any pleasure!’ she screamed.

“Ma’am you are under sexual indenture now so you are in no position to say who you will please or not please!”  the Chief reasonably replied.

“Take our young shoplifter into the men’s room so Bill can have some privacy with her behind a locked door,” the Chief directed the female security officer.  “Make sure you secure her in a kneeling position with her neck immobilized and a bite block in her mouth.  Afterward you can have a bit of fun with her yourself if you are so inclined.  Then she can go home.”

I followed as the female officer escorted the still handcuffed shoplifter down the hall and into the men’s room.  She still had on her bra and the skirt, but no panties, nylons or shoes.

“Do you want me to remove all her clothes, sir?” the officer asked.

“I think I would prefer that” I responded.  Soon the bitch was quite naked with her hands still cuffed behind her.

The officer made her kneel on the tile floor, secured an iron collar around the girl’s neck, then pulled a thick steel rod out from the wall and attached the rod to the girl’s collar.  There was also an attachment that braced her head so that she could not even turn it from side to side.  This forced the girl to remain kneeling and made it so she could not move her head or neck in the slightest.  Then I saw the guard force the girl’s mouth open and insert a steel appliance of some kind.  The girl was no longer able to completely close her mouth as the device held her teeth apart by a cock’s width.

“That is to protect your dick sir, in case she takes a notion to bite you” the officer explained.  “I will leave you in privacy now sir, unless you would prefer me to remain?”

I was intrigued by her question as it showed a possible sexual interest in what was about to happen.  The idea of having her watch seemed kind of kinky.

“I give you permission to stay and watch if I can also stay and watch the girl pleasure you as well.”

The female security guard smiled at this and nodded her assent.  I then unzipped my pants, fumbled with my underwear and extracted my long flaccid penis.  It didn’t stay flaccid very long as I was really pumped by what I was about to do.  I would be raping this shoplifter’s mouth and that was exciting me because I absolutely believed the girl deserved that for her multiple crimes.  I could never do a thing like this to an innocent girl.  But I believed crimes should be punished and what better way to punish this one?

I approached the restrained girl with my now hard dick.  She began to curse me but her curses soon turned to mewing sounds as I began to fill her mouth with my hardened penis.  I could see she was trying valiantly to turn her head to first one side and then the other to expel me but her head brace would not allow that.  I knew that the other appliance would protect my penis from any injury she might try to inflict.  I began to enjoy the velvet smoothness of her tongue and cheeks.

“Close your lips around his dick, bitch!” the female officer yelled.  “The bite block only holds your teeth apart, not your lips!  Do it!”  When she did not the officer got out her electric stun gun and touched it to the girl’s crotch and gave her a painful jolt.  Then I felt the divine pleasure of those lips making a tight circle around my cock.

The pleasure was building as I began to piston in and out of her.  On my inward strokes I got closer to the back of her throat and she began to gag.  I decided to hold my cock all the way in for a while and thereby control my shoplifter’s ability to breathe.  She began to squirm wildly when she realized she couldn’t get any air.

“As you show a more obedient attitude, girl, I will let you breathe again.”  

I had this feeling of incredible power at that moment.  She nodded her head frantically indicating her willingness to submit.  I eased my penis back partway and heard her gulp for air.  I continued to pleasurably piston in and out of her head as I watched tears form and roll down her face.  That was the frosting on my cake and pushed me over the edge.  I began to ejaculate into her mouth, spurt after spurt.  I saved the last spurt and pulled out using it to decorate her face.  I managed to glue shut one of her eyes with my spunk.  I noted with satisfaction that one of my pubic hairs had gotten caught in her teeth. I had emptied my balls and had that wonderful sensation of being satisfied physically and, to a large extent, emotionally as well.  I had started out this evening’s adventure wanting to humiliate a female and I had fulfilled my ambition.

The female security officer had pulled her camera from its holster and proceeded to take a picture of our naked shoplifter and then a close-up of her face detailed enough even to show the pubic hair caught in her teeth.

“Here you are sir,” she said handing me the two photos.  “I wanted to make sure you had a little souvenir for your private collection, sir!”

I thanked her and then realized that to be considerate of the officer I should clean the shoplifter’s face of my ejaculate.  So I got a damp paper towel and proceeded to clean her up.  The next bit would be interesting too.  I was going to get a much better look at the body of the security officer and, with any luck, witness her sexual arousal and release.  She was also an attractive young woman and more muscular than our shoplifter.

I watched with great interest as the female security guard removed her uniform. I was impressed with her thin torso, muscular biceps and the long lean look of her legs.  When her panties came off I noted her completely bald vulva and that there appeared to be some sexual secretions there.  Evidently she had become aroused watching me use the girl and did not mind showing me this fact.

Soon she was pressing her mound in the girl’s face and humping her.  I saw the tension in the guard’s legs as she continued to hump.  I could see the shoplifter’s mouth becoming wet with cuntal secretions.  Then the guard was crying out in her orgasm.  Although I had seen many women orgasm in my office as part of a Creditor’s Examination, it was always a pleasure.  That the security guard was voluntarily allowing me to witness her pleasure was also a treat.  After ten minutes or so the guard had completely spent.  I grabbed her camera and took a couple shots so she would have a souvenir of how the shoplifter’s face looked.  I asked the guard if I might take a full-length naked picture of her as well for my collection.  She gave me this big grin and nodded her assent.

Finally we marched the shoplifter back to the Chief’s office, naked as she was.  The Chief released the girl’s handcuffs, removed the bite block, and handed her the bra, skirt, nylons and shoes and an orange jacket to wear home.

“We are confiscating your silk blouse, your clit ring and the other stolen items, and will keep your panties as evidence” he announced.

The girl was beyond fighting or shouting abuse now and simply accepted his announcement and proceeded to get dressed and walked out of there – presumably to the parking lot to get in her car and go home.

It had been a most pleasant evening for me.

As I drove home that evening I realized that although I was physically satisfied, there was another part of me that was still hungry.  I was hungry for a female companion who would appreciate me.  Someone who would love and value me as a person and the work I did as a slaver, which was an important part of who I was.  My thoughts returned to the idea of taking on a young female apprentice – perhaps a girl as young as 13.  I knew there were girls that age that dreamed of one day becoming slavers in their own right and would love the chance to study the profession under someone like myself.  I knew too that one of these would not judge me as Stephanie had done.

Of course I could not legally have sex with such a girl until she reached the age of consent – 16 in New York State.  But I could enjoy her in so many ways short of that and perhaps look forward to the day, some years from now, when she would consent to our relationship becoming a sexual one.  The anticipation would be quite as delicious as the reality.

By the time I arrived at home I realized that this was a dream that would need to be deferred.  I had too much else on my plate right now to take on the responsibility of developing such a relationship with a young girl.

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