Joan
I had been shoplifting for years. It had always been so easy. I had just grabbed a bunch of clothes and put them on in the dressing room wearing the new things under the clothes I wore into the store.
I was completely surprised then consumed by fear when the man stopped me on the way out of the store and said, "I believe you have some things that belong to the store. Come with me."
I walked with his hand around my wrist in total humiliation sure that everyone in the store knew I was a thief.
He took me downstairs where they stored their stock and to a room way in the back.
As soon as we were inside he took some handcuffs out of a drawer and manacled my hands behind my back. He said, "You are under arrest for shoplifting. Will you make it easy for both of us by confessing to it?"
I was desperate and decided to bluff."No you are wrong! I didn't take anything!"
"In that case you are forcing me to search you."
I was so frightened and full of guilt it did not even occur to me that I should be searched by a female.
As soon as he started to unbutton my blouse I realized there was no way my bluff would work.
I whimpered, "You don't have to do this. I admit I took some underwear."
"You lied to me before. I will find out just what you took."
I began to cry when my blouse was unbuttoned and he pushed it down my arms to be caught by my handcuffs. Then he unzipped my skirt and let it slide down my legs to the floor.
Now the evidence was in front of him as my tiny bra and panties still had the price tags. The bra was strapless so he just had to unhook it at the back to take it off. I blushed when he leered at my naked breasts and then gasped when he took them in his hands to lift and pull on them as he said, "Why in hell would you want to steal a bra. Your tits are so firm you don't need one."
I didn't answer I just kind of cringed and closed my eyes to block out his leering face. I opened them again when I felt my panties being slowly pulled down to reveal my own pair underneath.
He laughed and said, "You must be really modest. Most women don't wear two pairs of panties."
I whimpered, The pair underneath is mine. You don't have to take them off."
"Oh yes I do. You might have a third pair."
I turned my head in embarrassment while he slowly slid them down and blushed even more when he said, "I guess you aren't so modest after all. You have shaved off the hair to show off your tight pussy."
I sobbed and protested, "No! I am not showing it off. It is bikini waxed so hair won't show around the legs of my exercise tights."
"You must do a lot of exercise. You have a great firm body."
After he said this he demonstrated by squeezing my butt, pressing on my stomach and again squeezing my breasts. He finished by cupping my pussy and pulling up on it to make me gasp as his middle finger slipped inside to press on my clit.
He went to his desk and brought back some lengths of rope. I asked him what they were for but he ignored me and tied one end to my handcuffs then looped it over a hook in the ceiling. He pulled down on the other end of the rope until I had to lean forward to keep my shoulders from being dislocated. This made me feel more humiliated as my breasts hung down and moved with the tremors caused by my sobs.
Suddenly he grabbed my ankle to pull it out to the side to tie to a ring in the floor and then the other one so I was standing bent way over with my legs widespread knowing that my pussy was fully visible from the back and most likely gaping open.
He cupped my pussy again and laughed when I moaned "No. Please no." Then he said, "Lets find out how much jewelry you took."
He went back to his desk as I strained my neck to watch him take out some rubber gloves. They weren't like the rubber gloves doctors use. They were kitchen gloves with rubber bumps on them to provide a gripping surface. He put one on his right hand then stuck his finger in my pussy! I made a little shriek as the bumps slid on my clit. He felt around a long time as deep as he could rubbing my clit while I was dying of embarrassment. Even this wasn't enough, he took out his finger and pushed it in my anus then moved it around in a circle to stretch my sphincter muscles.
I gasped and moaned till he took it out to step in front of me wiping off my shit from his finger with a tissue. He pulled me up by my hair to look at his face to say, "No luck there. Did I miss something?"
"No I wouldn't put anything in there." I replied with tears running down my cheeks."
"That is just how you looked the last time you lied to me. I had better check again without the glove."
He went back behind me and put his finger back in my pussy then he took it out and I felt my pussy stretch as I realized he was putting two fingers in me then three and began pushing them in and out going deeper each time till I was sure he was hitting my cervix. In spite of everything I could not keep myself from getting excited and wet to the point his fingers were making slurping sounds as they went in and out and I was beginning to pant in excitement. If he had kept it up just a little longer I would have had an orgasm but he didn't want that.
He stepped in front of me to pull up my face by my hair to say with a sneer, "You are not only a thief, you are a slut! You are getting off on this."
"No! I couldn't help it. You did it to me. Please let me get dressed."
"Not quite yet. The interview is not over but I will let you stand up."
He took off the rope to my cuffs so I could straighten up but went back to his desk without untying my ankles. I felt terribly exposed and hoped my pussy lips were not wet from my juices.
I cried, "If I can't put on my clothes please untie my legs so I can close them."
"Naw. You look good that way. I'll show you."
He reached into a drawer and took out a polaroid camera to take a picture of me. When it developed he brought it over to show it to me.
I looked like a total slut. He cut off the bottom of my legs so it looked like I was just standing there with my hands behind my back with my legs spread to show off my body. None of the ropes showed to explain the lewd pose. To make it worse the humiliation I was going through made my face just look as if I was in the throes of passion.
He grinned at me and said, "If you aren't a good girl I will send a copy of this to all the stores so they can keep an eye out for you."
That broke me down completely. "No! Please no! Don't do that. I could never go to a store again knowing they had a lewd picture of me. I'll be good. I'll do anything you want."
"Well since I have never caught you before I might let you off with a full confession. How much have you stolen from this store?"
"Just the underwear."
"Wrong answer! You have to be about twenty-two. Shoplifters start out in their teens.You will get two of these every time you lie."
While he was saying this he came over to me and took two alligator clamps out of his pocket and clipped them on my nipples.
It felt like a little animal with sharp teeth was biting me. It really hurt and kept hurting. My tears began to flow again. I began to confess to the things I took that I could remember while he wrote them down in a notebook. When I could think of nothing else. He said you are lying and added two more clips until he was finally convinced there were no more.Then he asked me what other stores I shopped. When I told him, he wanted to know what I had taken from them. when I said nothing I earned two more clips on the lips of my pussy. Now my breasts and pussy were now nearly covered with clips. I was in agony and I confessed to things in each store as he asked me even if I had to make up something to have at least one thing to report to avoid more clips.
It went on and on until I had gone so far as admitting to stealing candy from grocery stores when I was a kid. The pain from the alligator clips was getting worse. The pain seemed to radiate from my nipples to my breasts causing them to swell and throb and the same thing was happening at my pussy. I stood there trembling and shuddering from the pain. He seemed to be through with me because he put some paper into a typewriter and began to type. I begged for relief.