Message-ID: <24250asstr$958986613@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: malibum903@aol.com (Malibum903) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000521194302.18784.00000464@ng-fb1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Shoplifter Date: Mon, 22 May 2000 05:10:13 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw, apuleius Well there plenty other story to come Shoplifter The salesgirl was helpful even if her nasal New York accesnt sounded funny to Amber ears. "I'try these on," Amber said, selecting three gowns which struck her as particularly luscious and sexy, There was no sense going into her first fuck a if it were somthing animalistic and crude. She would dress for beauty as well as pleasure. She entered a small cubicle for changing and quickly took off her dress. She tried on all three gowns, removing her underwear before she put on the last one, a delicious negligee of black chiffon, sheer and wispy and wicked, in a delightful way. It felt like a cool breeze on her bare body and she gloated on her mirror image. The way her breasts showed in the transparent bodice, the way the chiffon bunched and spread, now showning, now hiding her legs, the patch of dar-gold hair in the cleft of her thighs, God wouldn't Scott go crazy if he saw her in this? Shewas almost crazy with desire, seeing herself in it now. She had to have it. Amber looked at the price tag and ehr heart almost sopeed. A hundred and thirty dollars for something that amounted to little more than a gown of black tissue paper? Her heart sank. She couldn't afford it. No way. She looked up again, saw herself in the negligee, and she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything material. "I must," She told the mirror image. "It isn't right, but I simply must. For Scott and for me." She removed the gown and stood naked but for shoes and stocking, eyeing herself and the precious, expensive garment draped across her hands "There no othere way," She said Amber rolled the black negligee into as small and tight a ball as she could manage and she stuffed it into her purse. Then seh put on her bra and panties and dres and went outside, the other gowns in her hand. "I'm sorry," she told the salesgirl. "I really don't care for any of them." "Uh-huh." the girl replied, gum snapping in her mouth. Amber smiled and turned, walked toward the door with as much presence of mind as shed could manage. She'd never stolen anything before in her life, but it had to be done. She opened the door and stpeed onto the street. She looked up, then down, and saw scott standing at a news vendor stand. Then something heavy came down on her shoulder. Her heart descended to her feet and she gave on e little cut-off cry before she found herself being roughly hauled back into the store. "let go of me" She cried feebly, kickly, trying to resist, She looked up at the man who gripped her left arm with a fist of iron. He was a big man, cold-faced and beefy, a good foot taller than Amber 5-3, and he outweighed her by atleast seventy pounds. he looked like a burly football player. There was contempt in his eyes as he stared down at her. "Where are you taking me?" She asked. "To the security office. That where we deal with your kind." He led her to the rear of the store, opened a door, and pushed her inside. There was desk in the room, and anothere door at the far wall. A man rose from the desk as Amber entered. "Well," he dais, coming around it, "you didn't get very far, did you?" "I don't know what you're talking about," she said in a small tight voice, clutching her purse. The man from the desk grabbed, herking the purse from her in a quick rough motion. She tried to shout in protest but he was already opening her bag, removing the stolen garment. "I, I-" She stammered. "You don't know how it got there?' he asked sardonically. The other man closed the door with a loud noise. Amber looked back, then forward. The man holding the negligee was tall and slender, narrow of shoulders and hips. He had an almost feminine cast to his features, a softness she didn't like at all, His hair was long and wavey and he wored a flowered shirt with hiphugger bells. "I'll tell you how it got there. You stole it. and you're in a lot of trouble, bitch," He wnet to the interior door and opened it, "Come with me." Amber hesitated, The man who appprehended Amber on the street gave the girl a push from behind, and she went stumbling forward, through the door. She found herself in a long, narrow chamber. On one wall, three overhead cameras angled slightly downward. On the other wall she was horrified to see three windows, each of them looking into one of the store dressing cubicles. Oh, my God, She thought. There werent any windows it must be the mirror. "See," The slender man said. "Wend someone enters a changing roo, a little buzzer rings at my desk and the camera clicks on . See for yourself." One Camera suddenly sported a flowing red light and Amber looked in to the corresponding window. A woman, in her late twenty apparently, was entering the changing room on the other side of the wall. She was a cool woman, with sharp rather attractive features, wearing a jumpsuit that fit tightly around her large breasts. In her hand were a pair of sweaters. She put down her purse and the sweater, then unzipped the front of her jumpsuit and stepped out of it. She wansn't wearing anything under the suit. Her tits were large and full and firm, with enormous brown nipples capping them, and her pubic hair was neatly shaven on the eges, so that only a dark hedge surrounded the line of her gash. She lookd at herself in the mirror. "Look at those jugs," said the football player type. "I'd like to get my hands on those tits." "I fuckin hope so," the first man leered. "Look at her tickleing her titties, making those nipples stick out. She wants to see how they'll look in the sweaters. Mmm, baby-if you need any help, I'll suck em for a while." Amber felt sick. Had these men been watching her, too? Oh, God they must have, if they knew she taken the negligee, Had they made lewd remards when she was naked in the changing room? So sick! The woman slipped one of the sweaters down over her shoulders and smoothed it down her body. Her tits were loose and eyecatching in the sweater, and her nipples did indeed punch out the clingy fabric. She wasn't satisfied. She cupped her breasts and made her fingers little pincers on the stiff teats until they were really erect. That was better, her smile seemed to say. Beaver showing below the hem of the sweater, she did a few model poses, then removed the seater and tried on the other. "Maybe, you wanna make it up, kid? How old are you? Sixteen. Mmmm. You look sixteen. All cute and innocent and blossomy. Like a little flower. Pretty little tits under those clothes. Furry twat. You're a natureal blonde, too. I liked that. Take off your clothes. "Take off your goddamn clothes," the big man said, He grabbed Amer from behind, seizing the collar of her dress. His fingers were strong, and he ripped downward, tearing the fabric. Amber screamed in a soft, lost voice as her dress tore and fell to the floor. She crouched, shamed to be here, wearing only here undies, in the presence of these awful, nasty men. The big man grabbed her again, pulling her erect. The slender man cambe close, his lips spread back to show a lot of pearly teeth. "nice," he said. "but these are in the way." He reached into his pocket, pulled out a switchblade knife. He flipped it, and the blade flew out, long and gleaming. "Hold still, I don't want to cut your tits off." He worked the knife blade under the nylon of Amber bra, the little strip that held the cups together, and he made a quick darting slash. The nylon sliced in two and the cups fell from her tits. They were bare, but only for a moment. His hands replaced the bra and he squeezed her boobs viciously, twisting the tender flesh until the young girl screamed again. Her scream died when he cuffed her sharply on the cheek. "Shut up," the man behind her suggested. he grabbed her arms and backed her up against him. "Do it," he said, "The panties now. Cut the panites of her." "sure." And the switchblade did a little more work, slicing Amber panties in two. She felt the tip of the knife for a moment, sharp and dangerous, on the smooth flesh at her hipbone, and she felt her stomach churning. That knife could cut her, as well as her clothing. Oh, God, she was gonna be sick, right here, right now. The ripped panties slid down her legs and she was naked except for shoes and stockings. The slender man stepped back. He reached up the wall and turned one of the video tape cameras, instead of the two way mirror. he flipped a button on . "I like to recored these," he said lewdly. "They're more fun to watch than a late movie. Smile, cunt. Your on Candid Camera," And with that he unziped his pants, dramatically. "I hope you're worth all the trouble your've put us to." "Oh, My God, no, you can't you can't you don't know I" Amber struggled for words, and she struggled in the grip of the big man. Both battles were hopeless. His arms bound her where she stood, and her throat went bone dry when the slender man hauled out of his pants a long, thin cock. It looked like a snaked, an incredibly long snake. All it lacked was a forked tongue flicking out. "like it?" he asked, stroking himself. His dick took shape as he fondled it, and he was hard within moments, long thin tool jutting out from his undone fly. She tried to guess its length. Nine inches? Ten inches? Nearly a foot of prick thrusting at her like a weapon. She felt revulsion boiling in her guts and it seemed to back up her gullet. There was a nasty taste at the top of her throat. "spread em, bitch." She dared not. The man karate chopped her pussy and she almost doubled up with pain. He worked his foot into the space between her legs and shoved one of her feet to the side. She grunted in resistance. He did the same to her other foot, and she stood in a spraddle, help up only by the strong grip of the big man, behind her. He leaned in, and the big man pulled on her. Amber felt herself being lifted slightly, her pussy rising toward the tip of the long pole that aimed itself in her direction. The slender man caught her by the hips and rubbed himself against her. His cock was hot and it felt fiery touching her belly. Oh, now she knew she was going to be sick. "you ever see one this long before , little girl? it's twelve and a half inches from the nuts to prong. I could be making porno films, with a dick like this one, but I don't wanna do that, I have more fun catching cute little shoplifters and teaching them that it's not nice to steal. The way i'm gonna teach you, now. Oh, baby, when I stick this up your pussy, that head of it's gonnna come out your mouth. That how long I am, that how long i'm gonna feel in your twat. Get ready, bitch, because you're gonna get it. right now" And he steerhis cock down, pushed it into Amber dark gold triangle of public hair. She screamed when it touched her cunt but she couldn't dance backward, out of its reach. She moaned and all the resistance left her. She hung limp in the big man's arms and she couldn't even cry out when the other guy worked the tip of his rod into her agonizingly tight cunt. I'm going to be raped, she thought. He's going to bust my cherry with his horrible cock. He's going to steal the figt I was saving for the man I love. Oh, God, if you really are up there in heaven, don't let him do it. Strike him dead before he rapes me. Help me, please, just this one time. I'll nevber ask for anything else. Ever again. Oh, help me, she prayed. Amber almost wretched, but lacked the strength even to be sick. "Got it," the slender man grinned, and he thrust. with all his strength. "AAAAIIIEEE" Amber screamed was shrill and hideous. The slender man stopped in mid fuck. "Oh, shit," he said to the other guy, "this one is a fucking cherry." "You mean, she was a fucking cherry," "Right on, brother," he agreed, and the stiff spear of his cock plunged into Amber tender, violated pussy. She bucked as he stabbed past the rupture of her hymen, and then he was in her, deep, oh, God, deep, so deep, she'd never imagined that anything could get into her so deeply, not even when she'd been fantasizing about how it would feel to fuck Scott she knew that cocks slipped into cunts, buts she didn't knoew they slipped in so far. Amber sighted once and then she slumped heavily in the big man arms. For the first time in her life she had passed out. Completely out. Her mind was numb and blank and her body beyond feeling. When she opened, her eyes again, she was lying on the floor, on her back. Still naked, except for shoes and stocking, and as consciousness returend slowly, there was the sudden awareness of a continuing sharp pain in her cunt. She looked down, understood that the slender man was still fucking her, this time from above, his big friend holding Amber legs around the rapist's "sleeping beauty had been revived," the slender man chortled. "All it took was a sharp prick in the right place," He swiveled his cock into her several more times, each stroke bringing the sharp pointed end of him into contact with the tip of Amber uterus, She grimaced and groaned in pain, and at least one of the stokes, she was positive, actually carried his pecker point into her womb. "Oh, my God" Over his shoulder she saw that the camera's red light was still on, and she felt heartsick and ashamed to think of waht horrid sights that impassive lens must have been focused on since this atrocity begain. The slender man extracted his rod from Amber bloody twat. She moaned in relief when he was no longer inside her, but the relief was no more than fool gold. Her legs uncurled from around his, and he stood up, his red cock with her virginal blood, clotted spots up and down his slick length still rigid with lust. He straddle her, looming hig above Amber, and then he settled down, slowly, "No, please," she whimpered as he squatte above her little breasts. "face the music, cunt," he said,"I'm gonna blow off in your mouth. Open wide and say, ahhh-open, goddamn it" and he slapped her slongside the jaw, More pain. Would the pain never end? He rubbed his cock back and forth along her lips. She could taste the the blood. She opened up. "Now suck," he said, sticking his cock into her mouth. "And suck good I know you can't get much of me down your throat, but you'll learn. Close your lips. Make them tight on me. I like a tight mouth as much as I like a tight pussy, and , baby, yours was so sweet and tight. Amber got the message. She started to use her tongue on him, and her cheeks, and she heard him sigh in gratification. "Ahhh, that better," He pulled a few inches of dick out of her mouth and she could breathe again. She began to suck him. Pretend, she thought. Pretend it Scott You're sucking. You're done that before. This really isn't any different if you just pretend. "Here comes, betch," she heard him growl deep in his throat, the same kind of sound Scott often made before his cock erupted in her hand. But the cock wasn't in her hand, it was her mouth. Cum in her mouth made her sick she'd have to barf--God, NO" And her mouth was suddenly full of hot sticky cum, squirt after squirt. She couldn't swallow it. The cum began to ooze from her lips as the slender man kept on squirting. She counted eleven separate. Afterward Amber got dress and walk out, -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+