Caught in The Act : by (c) Hamilton Joyce MF nc Of course I recognized her as soon as Anne Roberts frog-marched her in. That elfin face had smiled at me from a thousand magazine covers, though it certainly wasn't smiling now! I knew the flowing red chiffon dress she wore this summer afternoon hid the most beautiful legs and arse, and there was just a hint of her tits beneath its cascading drapes. From her films I knew they would be small and firm, just the way I liked them. Anne was holding a video case. I didn't ask them to sit down. 'Shoplifter, Anne?' 'Yes, Fred. It's all on tape.' She, as usual, loaded the tape and switched 'play'. The stupid girl! She seemed to have thought she was safe just because no-one could see her. And she may have been careful about the obvious store cctv cameras, but we have hidden ones, of course. Anyway the film showed very clearly her picking up an expensive handbag, looking shiftily around, and cutting off the security tag with a small pair of scissors. She then traveled round the store filling the bag with small, expensive items. Each time she cut off the tag and hid it among the merchandise. The last frames showed Anne arresting her on the pavement outside the store. Case proven! As usual, I thought Anne looked very tasty in her uniform. Pity she was wholly lesbian. 'Good work, Anne. This could prove to be one of Emily Todd's most famous films!' Emily Todd looked daggers at us both, but I dismissed Anne. I stood looking out of the window, my back to her. I knew my massive body would seem even larger and more intimidating silhouetted against the bright sun. I spoke with my back to her. 'This is very difficult for me, Miss Todd. I've seen all your films and I'm a great fan of yours. But this evidence is damning. And my Assistant knows about the case. It is all very difficult.' I turned to face her. Her eyes sparkled defiantly. She was lovely . I walked round her so she was outlined against the sun. As I guessed the powerful light shone through her fine dress, and I could see the outline of those legs I, and a million other males, had lusted after. 'I'm afraid your real punishment won't be the silly little fine the court will impose. No, it will be the hounding by the Press. Can you imagine the tabloid papers next Sunday, and for weeks after? Or the crowds of reporters on your doorstep, hounding you wherever you go, hounding your family and friends too. You're a mega-star, Miss Todd, and this escapade will sell a lot of papers!' The defiance had gone now. She was white, and shaking. I waited for her to speak, but clearly she was too shocked. 'Your only chance is to persuade me to risk my job and drop the case.' She stuttered, forcing the words out. 'I'm rich. I can pay.' 'So am I as it happens, Miss Todd. So a bribe is no good. But you have other arguments that might convince me. Two especially!' I was standing over her, too close for her to be at all comfortable as I invaded her space. 'These two.' I reached and grasped a tit in each hand, squeezing. I was right. She didn't wear a bra. She pushed me in the chest but I did not let go. 'Get your fucking hands off me, you filthy pig.' I stepped back towards my desk. 'Ok, Miss Todd. Who should I phone first, the Police or the Press?' 'Oh no!' She was sobbing now. Good, I like it when they weep. 'Let's start again then.' This time when I handled her tits she just stood there crying. Her face was still beautiful with the tears running down her cheeks. Good thing she was not much into make-up, I thought. This was going to be exceptional. I like women with hard, trim bodies. 'Nice tits. Feel good! And I saw them in "My Sisters Keeper". You were good in that, Emily. I liked the bit where Francesca Demilio got you into bed the first time. Your hard little tits against her voluptuous bigguns. Your tongue in her mouth. Her hands on your cute little arse.' 'That wasn't me. I had a stand-in. I don't do sex scenes.' 'You're gonna do one now, sweetie. Let's have that dress of you.' I pulled it up to her waist. Her legs were as shapely and slender as I knew they must be, having seen them hazily through the chiffon. Her ankles were trim in red velvet stilettos, complementing her dress. She held her arms down so I couldn't lift it further. I couldn't see whether they were stockings or tights, but either way her calves and thighs filled them perfectly. 'Off with it! I want those tits.' She still did not move so I slapped her butt smartly. She swore. 'Bastard!' 'Too right!' I slapped her again. 'You want me to slap you around a bit? You one of those girls who likes a bit of rough? Suits me!' I slapped her again, the flat of my hand startlingly loud. The palm of my hand made the thin cloth slip over her butt as she flinched away from me. Under it, her nylon panties were shiny. Not as good as the bare flesh, but enough to get my cock very interested. Again I slapped her, and she lurched into me. She got the point, and pulled the dress up and over her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Her tits were of that pointy sort, nearly conical, with tiny, hard, brown nipples. She had a good suntan over a naturally olive skin, so her panties were a dazzling white in contrast. They fitted tight over her crotch, and I could make out the shape of her cunt lips through them. She was wearing glossy hold-ups, not tights. 'Better legs and arse than the stand-in, Emily. I just love these.' I groped one tit and nibbled the other. She stood there as if paralysed, her hands by her sides, as I stroked, squeezed and tongued her breasts. They were firm enough to poke your eye out, and smooth and silky except the tiny nipples with their little goose-pimples. Still sucking I pulled her against me to fondle her arse. One hand in the small of her back and the other inside her panties reaching down towards her slit, I kissed her. No response! I slapped her again. 'In my mouth, like in the film! Or do you only go for women?' I slapped her again. Each time her body pressed against me. 'I told you. It wasn't me. It was some slut from L.A.' But this time she kissed me properly, her tongue in my mouth. I fingered her arsehole a moment, and then down into her cunt. The lips were tight closed, and she was as dry as an old purse. Never mind! The hairy tweed of his jacket irritated her soft skin, and she almost gagged at the smell of his cigarette smoke which had impregnated the cloth. He was biting into her neck, and one of his hands was down inside her panties, fingering her secret places. She stood as if paralysed, but felt the weight of his hands on her bare shoulders as he forced her to her knees. Her face was pressed against his flies, and the smell of maleness was mixed with that of urine, where he had been careless pissing. He was unzipping, and there it was, his cock sticking out and hard against her cheek. 'Lick it!' She considered biting it, hard, damaging him. Then she thought about the implications. Ambulance, doctors, inevitably the Press would get it, and that Roberts dyke would tell them about the shoplifting, and the video tape. 'Lick it, Emily. My own little sex-show. And look as if you're enjoying it. You're an actress after all.' It was not as if she had never sucked a cock: her present partner was after her to do it all the time. But to do it to this gross and bullying bastard! She knew she really had no choice, and decided she might as well get it over quickly, giving it her best shot. She took the knob in her mouth. At least he was cut. With a stranger that seemed best somehow. She undid his belt and his tweed trousers fell to the floor. He had no pants, and she was able to get at his balls. He was moving in and out now, shagging her mouth none too gently, and she sucked hard each time it was withdrawn. He looked down at her cheeks hollowed by the suction, and congratulated himself on having picked an expert this time. There was something symbolic of his power over her in her kneeling abjectly in front of him, pleasuring him and taking no joy for herself. Despite her success, beauty and wealth, she was forced to worship him! And now she was entering into the spirit of the thing. He felt her cradling his balls, gently tickling and stimulating them. A hand round his arse fingered his anus. He held her head in both hands, and knew he was close to coming. Her tits pressed against him, and he let fly the first spurt of cum deep into her throat. She gagged, but it was not because of this he pulled out. He wanted to see his cum splatter her face, drip down onto her tits. She flinched, but was too late closing her eyes as the cum hit her face, and then another. There were tears in her eyes. Probably anger, he thought. He pulled away from her, and knelt behind her. If she thought that was it, that she had paid in full for her stupidity and greed, then she had another thought coming. Her panties stretched tight across her rounded buttocks, the white setting off her famous Mediterranean skin tone. He grasped the waistband and pulled them down over her thighs, till they rested in the crook of her knees as she knelt. He spread her arse, and there was her secret rose, puckered and brown. If it had been one of his shop girls, he would have sucked and licked it. He loved that. But there was no need to with this one. She was not going to feel anything except pain and humiliation, and there was little point in trying. He spat on his fingers, and rubbed it into her clean-shaven arse. Probably gets it waxed, he thought, and very nice too! Another spit, and he moistened his prick, still wet from her mouth and the oozings of his cum. 'No! No! Nooooo!' she screamed as he placed his knob, and with a steady thrust of his hips entered her anus. Good job his rooms were reasonably soundproofed, he thought. But doubtless Anne Roberts would guess what he was up to unless she was away from her desk next door. Never mind, she was as bad as him sometimes! He fucked her slowly and gently at first, lingering deep inside her at the end of each stroke, withdrawing slowly, but only as far as the rim of his knob, and then in again with a long sweep, till his pubic hair touched her smooth buttocks. He guessed he was not hurting her now as she was not screaming or even complaining. The low sobbing he heard was probably shame and humiliation. He hoped so, the stuck-up bitch. He was getting excited now, and without thinking was increasing the power and speed of his thrusting. He let go her hips, where the pressure of his fingers left white marks for a moment or two in her olive, tanned skin. He reached underneath her and pulled her panties down further from her crotch. One hand now grasping her cunt, the other on her right breast, pulling her onto him, he fucked in earnest. His thighs crashed into her buttocks over and over. Then with a shouted oath he was coming. Next door Anne Roberts smiled as she imagined her boss pumping his cum into that thieving bitch. He pulled out, and went to the next room where there was a wash basin. He whistled to himself as he rinsed his cock and dried it. Good big cock, he thought to himself. She was still kneeling, her panties round her thighs and her anus grossly dilated. It was her sobs as much as her rounded bottom and smooth back that made him hard again. He grasped an arm and pulled her to her feet. She pulled her panties up with her free hand. He twisted her arm behind her back and frog-marched her to the door. She was protesting his roughness. She saw the bed in the next room. She saw the handcuffs and ropes, already attached. 'No! You promised!' 'I said you'd be fucked. And so you will!' He threw her on the bed and lay on top of her to quiet her struggles. He loved the feel of her legs bucking against his, her breasts against him as she fought him. He found he could hold both her wrists in one hand, leaving the other free to spread her legs under him. Her struggles were getting weaker and he got one wrist into a handcuff and clipped it shut. The second was easier, and she was helpless, though she still writhed. 'Now those panties, Emily.' He pulled them down in a n easy flowing motion, laughing at her trying to stop him by waving her legs about. 'Bastard! Fucking bastard!' 'True! But not fucking, yet!' He screwed the white panties into a ball and shoved it into her mouth. Her legs he tied with white nylon rope, one to each foot-post. She was spread- eagled and open. But to make her cunt and arsehole even more accessible he lifted her buttocks and slipped a pillow under her. Now he could see both her arse and her cunt. Her cunt hair had been shaven, or waxed perhaps, into a thin line from her clit five or six centimeters. Her cunt lips were completely naked, as her arse had been. He stroked that line of fine curls. '"Brazil", isn't it? What a pretty little cunt.' He reached further down and opened the lips. They were still rather dry. Never mind! 'Silly boys, aren't we, wanting your mouth and your arse when you have such a pretty little cunt?' He knelt on the bed and licked at it. The clit hardened under his tongue, stimulated despite her reluctance. He laughed, and stuck his tongue into her as she struggled against her bondage and spluttered her rage and humiliation through the gag. His cock was hard now, and as he sucked, he fondled her breasts. She could not help her cunt becoming aroused...this only added to her shame. He decided her cunt was wet enough for him to penetrate without oil, and lay on top of her, crushing her with his full weight. One hand grasping his cock he rubbed it against her till he found her vagina. She bucked up towards him as he entered her. She turned her head sideways, away from him, and closed her eyes. 'Look at me, bitch, while I fuck you.' Still her eyes were closed, her fists clenching and unclenching. 'Look at me!' He slapped her face. That felt good, and he hit her again. 'Look at me or I'll really hurt you.' He squeezed one tit brutally. She opened her eyes, gurgling a muffled scream through her gag. 'Better!' He thought he could feel his cock sliding easier in and out now. Perhaps she was getting aroused. He didn't care one way or the other and just fucked harder. Perhaps she would come if he waited a bit. That would complete her humiliation. But he could not wait now, and with several crushing thrusts unloaded his cum into her. No sooner had he cum, than he was bored with her. He lumbered off her and stood by the bed, wiping his cock on her dress. She watched as he pulled his trousers on. Thank god, her ordeal was over. But was it? He picked up the mobile phone, and dialled. She could only hear half the conversation, but that was alarming enough. 'Anne? I've done with her. Like a go yourself?' 'I thought you would...' 'Three. Mouth, arse, cunt. In that order. Surprised myself.' 'Yes! Lovely and firm. Like a teenager's.' 'Not much. You'll probably need to grease your strap-on.' 'No. I've had enough. I'll do a round of the store. Enjoy yourself. And Anne?' 'Look, Anne. Let her go when you've done. Don't give her the tape. That's in the safe as insurance. But let's be generous. Give her the bag she filled with goodies. As a souvenir, eh?' Emily watched as he combed his hair, checked himself in the mirror, and went out, whistling. She lay there helpless, waiting for the uniformed dyke to complete her ordeal. FIN