The Shoplifters Part 2

by Ozmanga

Kylie sat on the chair with tears running down her cheeks trying to do up her unbuttoned blouse. A practiced eye would have detected the signs of sexual arousal in her flushed chest and neck and her outrageously pointed pink nipples.

“What on earth have you done to this girl?” Gabrielle shrieked. She moved towards Kylie as if to embrace her. Kylie stiffened and Lyn grabbed Gabrielle's right arm and twisted it up her back, preventing the outraged step-mother from contacting her errant charge..

The “Major” barked, “Enough. We have evidence that you, Mrs O'Malley, colluded with the young woman here to steal goods from this establishment. Your conduct from now on will determine whether we hand you over to the police or take other measures such as we have with your step daughter.”

“This is preposterous,” spluttered Gabrielle.

“Maybe,” said Desmond. “Nevertheless empty your handbag onto the table.”

“I will not,” declared the angry blonde.

“In that case, I will,” he said and plucked the Gucci leather sack from off the woman's shoulder and tipped the contents onto the table.

There was a mass of items including three letters and an invitation to a dinner of the Ecumenical   Ethics Society addressed to Professor and Mrs O'Malley, two wallets full of cards, a fat purse, a silk scarf, makeup, two bunches of keys, a cell phone and a medium sized vibrator. On top of the pile sat a small crystal bottle of Clive Christian's No.1- at over $2,000 an ounce the world's most expensive perfume. The store's microscopic security dot was still in place.

The “Major” pointed this out to the infuriated woman.

“Had you attempted to leave the store, Mrs O'Malley, an electronic scanner would have triggered an alarm and I would have had no option but to call the police.”

Gabrielle had calmed down having realized that the blonde ex policewoman was a good deal stronger the she was and, what was more, seemed to enjoy inflicting pain on her struggling prisoner. She regarded the incriminating evidence with horror.

“I…I've never seen that before,” she said.

“We have video footage of the perfume being slipped into your bag by your accomplice who then, herself, purloined a bottle of Chanel No 5,” said Desmond. “Furthermore she has signed a full confession and accepted our terms rather than involve the police. I do recommend that you cooperate fully with us. I imagine Professor O'Malley – the author of Honesty and an Ethical Life, I believe - would not relish the thought of his daughter and his recently married second wife being given the tabloid treatment.”

Gabrielle thought about this statement for a good minute before she turned to her step daughter.“What confession did you sign, Kylie?” asked Gabrielle in an icy voice.

“Here's a copy,” said Desmond producing an unsigned document. Gabrielle read it carefully.

“This is meaningless,” she announced. “No court in the country would accept this so-called confession. I've a law degree and know what I'm talking about.”

“Maybe,” said the Major. “But think what the tabloid press would make of it.”

Gabrielle considered this statement. God damn the pompous fascist prick, she thought, he's right. The tabloids would have it all over the front pages.

“What 'suitable corrective process administered by you' did you inflict on my stepdaughter?”

“A spanking. Kylie show your stepmother what she can expect if she cooperates.”

The young woman stood and raised the hem of her skirt to reveal two large red hand prints on her young skin. Lyn gave a suppressed grunt of anger.

“Is that all?”said Gabrielle.

“All? It bloody well hurt,” wailed Kylie.

“I mean did he or the red-head sexually abuse you? You are not wearing panties.”

Kylie solemnly shook her head.

Gabrielle still had the document in her hand. Impulsively she grabbed a pen from the pile of stuff from her handbag spread over the table. Added her name and address and signed it. She thrust the paper at the “Major” and said, “Damn you. I've signed it. What next?”

“Now please accompany Miss Ash into the cell where she will conduct a cavity search.”

“No. No way,” objected Gabrielle.

“In that case,” said the “Major” reaching for the land line, “I'll contact the local police who will no doubt conduct a search of their own.”

“No. Wait,” said the woman. She turned to Kylie. “Did they do this to you?”

“Yeah,” Kylie shrugged. “It's no big deal. That's why I'm not wearing panties.They didn't find anything.”She made me come though. Perhaps she'll do the same for you, you sneaky bitch,

Gabrielle turned to the “Major” and said. “In that case I will submit to your highly improper demand. I am no thief as you well know. I suspect this whole charade is merely an act of spite on my step daughter's behalf. And exploitation for sexual gratification by you two security officers,” she said with a sneer. “But I have no wish to bring shame on my husband who is well known both here and abroad as a pillar of rectitude.”

“Good. Get in here ,” said Lyn. She had removed her suit jacket and looked as though she meant business in a plain blue short sleeved cotton top, suit skirt and boots. Lyn gripped Gabrielle's arm and marched her into the  shower room.

“First let's see what you've got in that suit jacket,” said the assistant security-supervisor as she roughly removed the expensive woolen garment. As she searched through the lining of the jacket Lyn eyed the other woman's figure. Gabrielle had the soft curvy figure that brought the devil out in Lyn Ash.

 When she had done Lyn hung the jacket on the peg which still held Kylie's bra, cotton panties and blazer.

“Good,” said Lyn. “Now take your top off,”

“Why?” objected Gabrielle, as she slowly complied with the instruction.

“As I told your accomplice, bra-padding is a favorite hiding place for shoplifters. Keep the pearls on. Let's see if those tits are hiding something.”

Gabrielle gasped at the crudity as Lyn deftly unfastened the brassiere clasp between Gabrielle's breasts and peeled the lacy garment off the startled woman. In the main office Desmond and a curious Kylie observed the tableau through the one way mirror.

“You watched. You saw what she did to me,” whispered Kylie with dawning comprehension.

“Yes,” he chuckled. “And I saw you climax. I don't think Lyn will be as gentle with Gabrielle as she was with you. Let's watch,” Desmond whispered back. His cock stirred as he appreciated Gabrielle's large breasts and plump plum colored nipples.

“Bra's clear,” said Lyn. “Get your skirt and knickers off.”

“Is that really necessary?” objected the professor's wife.

“Yes. Your skirt has a lining and you don't want to spoil your expensive lingerie with lubricant - either from a tube or natural.”

Gabrielle frowned at Lyn's  brusque manner but divested herself of both skirt and panties – fashionable garments which matched the filmy material of her bra. 

“Keep your stockings and girdle on,” said Lyn as she snapped on a pair of surgical gloves. “And bend over the chair.”

Gabrielle reluctantly obeyed. Lyn applied some gel from a tube onto the proffered orifice. The blonde woman tensed but did not anticipate the ex policewoman's violent intentions.

Gabrielle screamed and sprang upright as Lyn Ash drove a bunch of three fingers and a thumb into her barely lubricated anus. The blonde tried to struggle but the red-headed ex-cop wasn't giving an inch. “Stop this fuss or we'll be here until after closing time,” she said forcing Gabrielle's recently coiffed head down with one hand as she bored in with the other. .

“You're hurting me,” wailed Gabrielle.

“Nah,” growled Lyn as she forced her fingers deeper into her writhing victim and spread them. “Nothing as bad as your hubby's pillar of rectitude, I'll bet. Anyhow I can't see anything up there so let's see what pussy has to offer”

In the main office Gabrielle's discomfort was being relished by both the “Major” and the victim's stepdaughter. Bent over the chair in the shower room the blonde's tits depended and swung freely as she struggled against the stronger woman. The sight excited both Desmond and the teenager. He smiled as he saw Kylie's hand reach under her skirt and begin to stroke her glistening pussy.

Lyn started her vaginal examination of Gabrielle gently enough. She used just one finger to trace the divide between the blonde's shaven outer labia. Then Lyn deployed two fingers and a little more pressure, nudging Gabrielle's clitoris before rubbing it gently. Gabrielle began to feel aroused.

“Please,” Gabrielle gasped. “Don't do that.”

“Why, Mrs O'Malley? I know you like it and it'll help get you wet for when I put my fist up you.”

The idea of being fisted alarmed Gabrielle who began to struggle in earnest. She bucked and wriggled and kept up a sustained chorus of “No. I won't let you. Stop it.” Despite her red-headed persecutor's best efforts Gabrielle could not be held still long enough to permit the examination the security team had deemed necessary. Unable to keep the blonde steady Miss Ash called out for assistance.

The “Major” was eager to help. From the cupboard in the office he collected a handful of  broad Velcro strips and hurried into the shower room. Poor Gabrielle didn't have a chance. With an ease that spoke of practice, Desmond and Lyn bound the blonde's ankles to the back legs of the chair and her wrists to the top of the front legs. Thus secured her lower belly rested on the solid wooden chair back and her naked buttocks were thrust temptingly skyward.

“I think we can dispense with the rest of the cavity search, Miss Ash and proceed to the question of suitable punishment. She has already signed the confession.”

“If you say so, Major,” said Lyn. “I suggest a whipping. Five strokes?”

“NO!” shouted Gabrielle. “Kylie, the real thief here,was merely spanked. I wouldn't have signed your damned confession document had whipping been a possibility. Spank me if you must-I gather you derive some perverse pleasure in inflicting punishment-but please no more talk of whipping.”

“Ten strokes,” said Desmond.

“NO!” screamed Gabrielle.

Desmond called out, “Kylie. There is a small leather dog-whip in the bottom draw of the filing cabinet. Would you bring it to Miss Ash, please. She is about to punish your thieving stepmother who has clearly led you into committing a crime. You may watch and learn. We are doing you both a kindness really. True, the police would not have had you spanked or whipped but this way we preserve your reputation, deter you from further criminal activity, and spare your father's, and Gabrielle's, good name. ” 

“Oh…No…no…no” quavered Gabrielle. “You hypocritical, lying, sadistic bastard!”

“Fifteen,” said the “Major”.  “And if you persist in protesting I will further humiliate you in front of your stepdaughter when Miss Ash has completed her task.”

Kylie, eager to please scurried to get the instrument of punishment.

Lyn smiled as Kylie re-entered the cell and handed her the short plaited-leather whip. The young woman was surprised to find Lyn had discarded her suit skirt and underwear and was stroking her pussy.

“Stand back,Kylie, Major, I need space to get a good swing,” said Lyn. Then she raised her right hand and brought the dog-whip cracking across Gabrielle's backside.

The blonde woman didn't stop screaming during the ordeal. Much to the sensual satisfaction of Lyn Ash, who raised fifteen red welts on Gabrielle's buttocks with only one or two drawing blood. When she had done Lyn shuddered in what Desmond recognized as an orgasm. He was aroused too, the impact of the whip had made Gabrielle's swinging breasts convulse excitingly with each stroke, but he was amused at Lyn's ability to gain such a peak of sexual satisfaction by just inflicting pain and asserting her authority.

“Well, Major,” panted Lyn. “Are you going to humiliate her further? I note she is still protesting and does not seem at all repentant.”

Gabrielle was indeed cursing them both and vowing to see that they would answer for the pain and suffering she had just endured. Her voice gradually tailed away int a series of sobs.

Desmond moved to stand behind Gabrielle. He patted her scarred behind. Then he leaned forward and, being a tall man, easily reached her pendent breasts. Gabrielle stiffened but could not easily change her position with the “Major's” weight pushing her body onto the hard wooden chair. The bindings on her wrists and ankles remained firm. To her horror she felt the thickness of his growing erection pressed hard between the cheeks of her sore ass. Gabrielle's sobbing stopped as she felt  “the Major” fondle her breasts and she gasped as he rolled her nipples between the forefingers and thumbs of both large hands. Ohmygod he's going to rape me! She thought. And there's nothing I can do to stop him.

“Please,” she begged. “Please don't do ... anything else to me.”

Desmond released his grasp on Gabrielle's bosom and took a step back. He loosened his belt and lowered his trousers and underpants to below his knees. His cock sprang up, its tip brushing Gabrielle's striped derriere and leaving a smear of viscous fluid in its track. The blonde woman felt the touch of Desmond's hefty cock dwell on the rim of her sore anus.

“Your humiliation will be to play the whore to me and Miss Ash until you reach orgasm. Your stepdaughter will be able to observe your shame and perhaps participate in a small way. The memory of you moaning in ecstasy as we impale you, Mrs O'Malley, should serve as a reminder to you and your stepdaughter never to indulge in shoplifting again.” 

'Moaning in ecstasy?' What the hell does that mean?she thought.

He eased the tip of his cock half an inch into the orifice Lyn had already widened slightly. Gabrielle began to beg and scream again.

He's going to sodomize me! And that brat Kylie is watching!

“Oh please don't do this! Ohmygod. Stop it!” Gabrielle sobbed as she fought ineffectively against the bonds securing her to the anchored chair.

“Kylie”, said Lyn Ash. “Fetch me your stepmother's vibrator. It's on the desk top with the contents of her hand bag.”

Kylie hurried to do as she was told and was back in the cell as the 'Major' began to thrust more vigorously into her screaming stepmother. The young woman handed the battery-operated dildo to Lyn.

“Thanks, Kid,” said Lyn. “This is top-ofthe-line. Kneel down so you can see your stepmother's pussy. I'll show you how to use this thing.”

Kylie knelt on Desmond's left hand side and Lyn on his right. Desmond's slow and steady action made his heavily weighted scrotum swing and brush the young woman's hair with each stroke. Kylie watched as the redhead skilfully inserted the vibrator into Geraldine's vagina and positioned the soft extrusion which looked like a penguin against the blonde's already swollen clitoris before pressing the start button.

After a while Gabrielle's cries changed in tone. The pain in her ass was bearable if not pleasurable but Lyn's skillful manipulation of her pussy was having a remarkable effect. She tried to wriggle away from the insistent pressure of the dildo and the fluttering fingers of both Lyn and Kylie (who was proving to be a keen student). Gabrielle's nipples hardened. Desmond reached for them and forced his cock deeper into her body as he toyed with their sensitive flesh. Ohmygod, she thought, if they keep this up I'm going to come. And not long afterward, to her everlasting shame, she did.
For the first time.

“Please stop,” she moaned. “I've come. You know I've come. Please stop. No more. No more, please.”

Desmond quickened his pace. 

Lyn told Kylie to fondle his balls and was surprised when the young woman who, like her, was masturbating, eagerly used her lips and tongue on Desmond's hairy sack. his ejaculation coincided with Gabrielle's second climax.

“Oooh,” wailed Gabrielle. “Ohmygod I've come again, Please, please, stop it! No more.”

Lyn smiled at her eager student. “Here, take over,” she said pressing the vibrator into Kylie's hand. “Time your step-mama stopped moaning.” She stood up and moved to stand in front of the bound woman. 

Lyn grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and thrust her pussy into Gabrielle's face. “Keep quiet, you thieving bitch. We've saved you from a custodial sentence. So show some gratitude. Use your lips and tongue.” Gabrielle spluttered and struggled but was compelled to use her tongue and lips on the redhead's thrusting pudenda.

Meanwhile Kylie tried the vibrator on herself before, with a giggle, she again applied the machine to her step-mather's moist cleft while satisfying her own urges with her nimble fingers.

It couldn't have been planned but all three women climaxed together. Gabrielle for the third time. Kylie was delighted that she had brought her stepmother to a climax. It gave her a feeling of power. She knew she could pretend that she had no choice but to do as the security people said.

Gabrielle gasped as Lyn backed away. “You sadistic bitch,” she sobbed. “You'll pay for this.”

Gabrielle was permitted to join Lyn in the shower when Desmond undid her bonds. She was burning with rage at the humiliation to which she had been subjected. She vowed she would report the whole episode to the police. As she showered she kept up a rant against the sanctimonious sodomist and his sadistic dyke lesbian accomplice. How dare they treat her and her step daughter like cheap tarts. Like whores. They were not thieves. The confessions were a nonsense. She would see them behind bars.  

When they were all dressed. Desmond arranged for a taxi to collect Mrs O'Malley and her stepdaughter at a side entrance to the store.

“You must do as you see fit, Mrs O'Malley,” he said while they waited for the cab. “But before you do bring this afternoon's activities to the attention of anyone other than we four people, consider the probable consequences. The publicity. The prurient interest of the tabloid press. The salacious comments and no doubt pictures on the social media – Face-book and U Tube...”

“You raped me. Both of you.”

“So you claim. But if you read the agreement you signed you will see you consented to accept a suitable corrective process administered by myself and or my deputy. So we would testify that from our point of view the sexual activity was consensual. You should have considered that the process was likely to have included some humiliating aspects. Most punishments do.”

“I'm going to report you…”

“As you wish,” said Desmond. “I was under the impression you rather enjoyed our little corrective session. I'll have to see what the recording shows.”

“Recording? What recording?”

“Everything that happens down here is recorded. CCTV. There are several cameras. Should you go to the authorities the  contents would become public documents. I am confident that they could show how much pleasure you experienced as well as the little pain. Ah, I see your taxi has arrived. Don't delay.”

“But…”

“Goodbye. Goodbye Kylie, I hope you've learned your lesson even if your stepmother has not.”

Kylie grinned at him and waved cheekily as she climbed into the cab after  Gabrielle. The taxi drove off.

“She won't say a word,” said Desmond as the cab drew away. “After a few days I'll drop round to the Professor's residence when he is away on one of his lecture tours. I'll show Gabrielle an edited version of our fun and games. I think, Lyn, she and her stepdaughter will find it hard to resist anther, stronger, dose of our special treatment, don't you? Perhaps a couple of sessions at their city apartment to prepare them before a visit to the Slaves' and Masters' Club?

Lyn nodded.






