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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} The Store Detective {emilia} (Mfff bd nc humil oral)
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{ASS} The Store Detective {emilia} (Mfff bd nc humil oral)
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   www.viletorture.com

   Shoplifters come from all walks of life.  There are teenage girls who
want things they can't afford so they try to steal them.  There are
professionals who make a living out of it, often working in gangs.  Junkies
desparate for money for a fix, single mothers trying to feed their kids,
confused old ladies who don't know quite where they are.

   Then you get the type who do it for kicks.  People with well paid jobs
who steal low value items for the buzz of adreneline.  Whoever they are, as
head of security at this store they end up in my office trying to talk
their way out of being handed over to the Police.  And once in a while I
might let them off - for a price.

   Right now, I had an unusual situation, but one with interesting
possibilities.

   The three girls sitting in front of me were well dressed, well spoken,
seemingly intelligent young women, perhaps 19 or 20 years old.  Yet here
they were caught on CCTV stealing some cheap jewellery.  I guessed it was
done for a dare, and the faint smell of alcohol on their breath went some
way to explaining it.

   I'd watched on the monitor as a member of staff confronted them as they
left he store.  I thought they might run, groups of girls usually split up
and sprint off in different directions.  But these three were not
experienced.  They mouthed off a bit, but by the time they got to my office
they had calmed down quite a lot.

   I told them to sit down.  They were three very attractive girls, I
decided to test them out.  I mentioned that I would have to call the
Police, to see the reaction.  It was a mixture of disbelief, but more
importantly total horror.  This was going to be fun.

   "You can't call the Police, it was just a stupid joke", one of the girls
blurted out in panic.  She was Becky, I later found out, the other two were
Emma and Lisa.  Becky was a pretty brunette, medium height and quite busty.

   "It was just some plastic crap jewellery, it hardly cost anything", Lisa
said.

   I put my hand up to silence them.  "The point is, you stole it, and
company policy is to always prosecute, no exceptions.  If I let you off I
could lose my job, and I am not risking that".

   Emma seemed the quietest of the bunch.  "Look", she said, in a slightly
pleading tone, "we made a really stupid mistake, and we are really sorry.
It's my birthday and we had a few drinks over lunch, and then did this as a
stupid dare.  Can't we just apologise and pay for the stuff?"

   "Sorry" I replied, "it isn't possible.  We always prosecute."

   Becky, a belligerent little bitch as it turned out, lost her cool.  "You
want to watch out", she said, "My father is a lawyer, you can't treat us
like this.  He will be the one prosecuting you".

   I smiled slightly.  "You are thieves, the evidence is on tape.  I am
following the law to the letter, you've committed a crime and I am keeping
you here until the Police arrive".

   Becky seemed to crumble.  She looked down slightly and just said
"Please..." I guess she knew I was right.  "I can't get a criminal record".

   "If you didn't want to embarrass your father", I said, "you shouldn't
have committed a crime".

   "Becky's father isn't the only one who is a lawyer", Lisa replied, "we
are all law students.  If we get a record, we will lose everything.  It
can't be fair, please don't do that to us".

   I sat back in my chair, savouring the moment.  "The problem is, every
shoplifter has a sob-story.  I've arrested single mothers stealing to
provide for their child, and pathetic drug addicts stealing to pay for
their next fix.  I can't let them all off.  Who should I feel sorry for, a
bunch of priviledged spoilt brats like you, or the real sad cases?"

   Emma had been thinking it through.  "Can I suggest something?" she
asked, "I mean we deserve to be punished I know, but if you call the Police
it will waste a lot of your time, Police time, court time, all over some
silly bracelets.  Perhaps there is a better way".

   "Like what?" I asked.

   "Well", she continued, "we will probably get a fine.  Maybe we could
still pay a fine, but give the money to charity instead?"

   I could see where she was going so I played along.  "Which charity?" I
asked.

   "Well, we could just give the money to you and let you decide", she
replied.

   "But what if I decided to keep the money for myself?"

   Lisa smiled, I had taken the hint.  "We would have to trust you", she
said, "You seem like an honest man".

   I shook my head.  "That could be seen as a bribe", I responded, "If I
was caught taking a bribe I would never work again.  But if you really want
to accept a punishment without going to the Police, maybe we can work
something out".

   The girls nodded excitedly.  "Here is what I want.  One of you girls has
to give me a blow job.  Suck my dick, let me come in your mouth, then
swallow the lot".

   I could tell from the disgusted look on their faces that nobody was
going to volunteer.  A blow job is a blow job, but somehow it is more
enjoyable if you know the girl sucking you off is hating every second of
it.

   "Its the best deal you are going to get", I continued, "two of you get
away without any punishment at all".

   Emma asked cautiously "Who has to do it?"

   "We play a game of chance, with a dice, the loser has to suck me off", I
answered, "but you must all agree.  You have ten seconds to think about it,
while I dial for the Police".

   I picked up the phone.  It didn't take them ten seconds to decide.  They
all agreed the moment I touched the phone.

   "So what happens", asked Emma, "we just roll the dice?"

   I had something more interesting in mind.  "No I know a better game. 
You take it in turns to roll the dice.  If you throw, say, a three, then I
take three items of clothing from you.  Any three I choose, and I get to
take them myself".

   They sat there in slightly stunned silence, not exactly happy with the
idea.  I asked them how many items of clothing each was wearing.  As it
happened they all had seven items.  Without waiting for them to agree to
the new rules, I handed the dice to Emma.

   Emma was wearing a smart, business like black dress.  It was sleeve-less
and cut just above the knee.  I was guessing a bra, pants and stockings
underneath, together with her shoes made seven.  "Roll the dice", I told
her, "and try not to get a six".

   She paused then finally rolled the dice.  It was a two, and she smiled
in relief.

   I got her to stand up and turn with her back to me, reminding her that
the choice of items was still mine.  I unzipped the back of her dress
slightly, revealing a black bra which I unclipped, zipping the dress again.
With the bra still in her dress I pulled one strap down her arm and lifted
her hand out of it, then the same on the other side and removed the bra
from under her dress.

   "Shall we see if it is a matching set?" I asked.  Emma flushed slightly
as I hutched up her skirt, reached under and slowly rolled her panties down
her legs.  "Very nice", I said, putting the lacy black bra and pants on the
desk.  "Next time the dress comes off, even if you only throw a one".

   Emma looked down at the ground.  The other two girls couldn't lose seven
items in one round, so she was definitely going to end up fully exposed.

   Lisa was next.  She was wearing trainers, jeans and a crop top.  She
wasn't dressed as smartly as the other two, but it was designer stuff and
it didn't look cheap.  Together with her socks and the white thong I could
just see peeking above her jeans that was seven.  She obviously couldn't be
wearing a bra.

   Lisa rolled a three.  I had her sit up on the desk, and I unlaced and
removed her trainers.  She had nice little white socks on, but I decided
she could keep those for the time being.  I got her to stand up again, and
slowly undid the belt of her jeans, before unbuttoning and unzipping them
and sliding them off.  She had great legs and the skimpiest white thong,
which she was trying to cover with her hands.

   "Stand straight", I told her, "legs apart, arms by your sides".  She
reluctantly complied, looking very embarassed even though she wasn't
exactly naked.  I pointed out to her that unless Emma threw a six, she
would have to take another turn and it would not be her socks which came
off first.

   Then it was Becky's turn.  She was wearing a navy skirt and a light blue
cotton blouse.  She had disastrous throw - a five.  She looked devastated.
I started slowly undressing her, first her blouse, then her skirt. 
Underneath she had a thin white cotton bra and pants, and tan pantyhose,
and of course her shoes.

   I rolled her pantyhose down to her knees, then sat her on the desk,
removed her shoes before sliding the pantyhose off.  Five items, or so she
thought.

   Then with a malicious grin I replaced her shoes - had only taken them
off temorarily to remove her pantyhose - and reminded her that I was still
owed two items.  I pondered out loud whether it should be her shoes or her
underwear, but finally of course it was her bra and pants which came off. I
made her stand like the other girls and spent a short time looking at her
naked body, while she stood there red-faced.

   Next was Emma's turn agian.  "You have 5 items left Emma", I told her,
"so if you throw a 6 you will be down on your knees sucking me off".  She
rolled the dice.  I was a three.

   I made Emma sit up on the desk and slipped off her shoes.  Then I
reminded her of my promise.  Off came her dress, and since I had previously
taken her underwear it left her completely naked except for her hold up
stockings.

   Now it was Lisa's turn again.  She had four items left, blouse, panties
and shoes.  She paused for a few seconds before rolling the dice.  It was a
four.  She looked at me in complete shock, "Please...".  The look of
disgust on her face when she thought she was going to have to suck me off,
I decided it had to be her.

   I smiled.  "You haven't lost yet", I told her "You threw a four, you
have four items, you are still in the game".  She looked almost relieved,
until she remembered that she now had to get naked.

   "It is an interesting situation", I pointed out, "If Becky or Emma throw
three or more they lose, if not then it comes around to Lisa again, and
since she is now naked she loses whatever happens.  It could be anyone."

   I opened a desk drawer and took out a pair of handcuffs.  "Since none of
you have anything left except footwear, and since one of you is going to
lose this round, I think I need to take out a little insurance against
anybody deciding to welch on the deal".

   "What do you think you are going to do with those?" Beck asked.

   "Kneel down by the desk", I told her "Don't mess around you've come this
far".

   Reluctantly she kneeled down and I cuffed her wrists behind her, around
the leg of the heavy desk, so she couldn't stand up.  I took another two
pairs of cuffs, and made Emma and Lisa stand back to back, again cuffing
their wrists behind them, but also threading the two pairs of cuffs so they
were tethered together.  I made the pair of them kneel on the floor, back
to back, unable to easily get up again without help.

   I couldn't leave it to chance, it had to be Lisa.  There was a box in
the corner with some damaged stock, and I ripped a white blouse up to get
three strips of cloth.  Becky started to object when I blindfolded her, but
she wasn't really in a position to do much about it.  The other two quietly
accepted it.

   I threw the dice for Becky.  It was a two, of course.  Well not really,
but the girls couldn't see any different.  "You're safe" I told her,
removing her shoes.  Then it was back round to Emma.  Another two, again
not really, off came her stockings.

   "You loose Lisa", I announced.

   I stood in front of Lisa, unzipped my flies, and got out my dick which
was already rock hard.  "Suck me Lisa".  She reluctantly, gingerly opened
her lips.  I pushed my dick into her hot little mouth, put both hands round
her head, and gently but firmly fucked her mouth.

   I can't say I lasted very long, having three attractive, naked girls
tied up in my office tends to turn me on a little too much.  About thirty
seconds in Lisa's mouth was enough for me.  Not that she had particularly
good technique, but the look of pure disgust on her face was enough for me.
I shot my load right to the back of her mouth, then pulled out and put my
hand under her chin to keep her mouth closed.

   "Swallow" I said, "or the deal is off".  She gulped it down.

   Before I let them go, I checked their bags and pockets for ID.  It is
nice to know who you are dealing with, in case they try anything stupid
later on.  To be honest, they usually don't.

   I released the girls one by one, and allowed each one to get dresssed in
front me, as a final humiliation.

   "I suggest you ladies forget this ever happened", I gestured up at the
small camera in the corner of the office ceiling, "Admitting theft and then
behaving like whores to get away with it never looks good".
   www.viletorture.com 

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