Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Keywords: M/Fg, ped, nc, viol, voy, hum, ws

   Copyright 2007 By RUListenen

   Jack ran security for a small privately owned department store.  He was
in the video room watching the security monitors.  For a small operation it
was a very sophisticated system.  In an edgy neighborhood, theft threatened
the profits every day.  The owner of the store gave Jack an open checkbook
to wire the store and gave him bonuses for arrests and performance if
losses stayed under 5%.  He could use a joystick to turn each camera and
follow suspected shoplifters through the store.  Everything was captured
and stored until he erased it.  Jack was enthusiastic about his job.

   He was following a trailer trash 25 year-old woman who was pulling a 6
year old along the aisle.  The store was closing soon and it was a little
late for the kid to be out.  He zoomed in on the woman's tits.  No bra
under a tee top.  Her nipples showed nicely.  Brown hair.  She was good
looking but had too much cheap makeup.  He panned down to the child.  She
was cute with long brown hair.  She had on a tube top and a short thin
dirty white cotton skirt.  She was holding her crotch and wiggling.  The
little thing had to piss and they were headed for the rest room.

   Jack switched over to the hidden ladies room cameras.  This was illegal
of course, but Jack caught a lot of thieves.  The owners either didn't know
or didn't care about the hidden cameras in changing rooms and restrooms. 
There were no doors on the stalls.  Somehow they all had bad hinges and had
to be removed.  Jack turned up the sound and unzipped his pants.

   As soon as the two were in the door, Mom slapped the child.  "Stupid
shit, you wet yourself.  Get in there." Jack got hard, first seeing the
kid's desperation, then the slap and now the child pulling down her pants
in the stall.  She was crying.  He zoomed in admiring the wet panties that
were now down at her knees.  Her little slit was wet already and she
started leaking even before she sat down.  The seat was too big for her and
she spread her legs to piss.  He rubbed himself as he watched the squirting
little cooze and listened to her spray.  He wanted to slap her too.

   As her flow ebbed he panned over to the next stall.  Mom was just wiping
her cunt.  She dropped the paper in the toilet and frigged herself a little
before reaching for her jeans.  Jack could glimpse white cunt stains on the
red thong before she got the pants up.  Nice bush.

   Mom threw the teary girl's panties in the trash and they went back out
in the store.  Jack planned to pick the panties up later.  He was looking
forward to sniffing little girl pee and young crotch juice.  He followed
them with cameras in the store enjoying the thought of the naked
six-year-old under the skirt.

   He just knew the woman was a "lifter".  He followed her closely hoping
to catch her stealing.  He might get to slap the little girl after all if
he got lucky.  He zoomed on the woman's nipples again and got a lucky shot
of the little girl's naked butt when she bent over to look at the bottom
shelf of a jewelry showcase.  He was in touch with a voyeur oriented web
site and often made a few extra bucks selling his voyeur clips.

   He got it!  She was carrying a small purse/wallet combination that had
no handle.  In the leather department she looked at hand bags and picked
one up.  As she went between some clothes racks he switched cameras.  There
wasn't a square foot of the place he couldn't cover.  Just like Vegas. 
Looking both ways down the aisle she slid her wallet into the bag, and
yanked off the price tag.  She searched the bag and found a magnetic
security strip, the decoy she was meant to find, in a pocket.  Jack smiled.
The real one was embedded in the strap.  Jack left the cameras recording,
zipped up, and locked the video room door as he headed out to the sales
floor.

   She didn't notice him as he was wearing civilian clothes.  He spotted
her as she headed for the exit.  He was closer to the door and walked out
ahead of her.  As she followed, the alarm went off.  He turned and said,
"I'll have to look at that purse ma'am." She looked as if she'd bolt but he
was in the way.  She sighed and her shoulders dropped in surrender as he
showed her his security credentials.

   "I've got you on camera.  Let's go to my office and call the police." He
pointed over to the unmarked door where his office and the video room were
located.  She took the child's hand and started to cry as she moved toward
the office door.  Jack loved it.  He admired their butts as they walked in
front of him.

   The office had a desk with two low chairs in front of it.  There was a
sofa to one side, a cot on another, a TV, and a small refrigerator.  There
were three inside doors, one leading to the video room, one to a full bath,
and the third lead to the outside rear loading area of the store.  Jack
slept here every third night.  He had two other guards who took night
shifts the other nights but they did not have access to the video room. 
Tonight was his night, and as they entered the office the manager and
clerks were closing the store down.

   "Sit there please." She sat in one chair in front of his desk with the
girl next to her in the other.  They had to look up at him.  He used this
simple domination technique along with his formidable size to control and
often use his victims.  She was scared and teary.  "What's your name?" he
asked as he began to rifle her wallet, which he had taken from the bag.

   "Shari Stone" she whimpered.

   "And the Kid?"

   "Emily...  look, please Mister they'll take her away from me.  I'll pay
for the bag....  I'll do anything..." Jack shook his head and continued to
bully her even though he heard the magic word "anything".

   "This is a restricted license, Shari.  You're only supposed to drive to
work, not go out shoplifting after dark.  Why's it restricted?"

   "DUI" she whispered.

   "You look like you might be a crack whore.  Was the DUI for crack?  You
on probation?" She had that drawn look and desperate air of someone needing
a fix.

   "Yes, look you see I can't get another charge..." She was right.  They'd
take her kid and put her in jail this time.  He knew she meant "anything"
when she said it.  Jack smiled and looked at his watch.  The store would be
empty now.

   "Lift Emily's skirt up and tuck it in the waist." He said looking her in
the eye.  She hesitated and said, "Don't hurt my daughter".  "Do it!  Push
her back, put her knees on the arms of the chair and show me her cunt,
Cunt." He opened his pants behind the desk as Shari did as she was told,
shaking while Emily protested about not having panties on.  Shari told her
that they needed to do what this man wanted so he would help them out. 
Jack admired the forbidden view of the butterfly spread little cunt,
jerking himself a little.

   He came around the desk, his stiff dick sticking out of his fly.  He
told Shari to sit back and not interfere, as he began to diddle the little
girl's pissy slit.  He tasted his finger, savoring the flavors of
six-year-old cooze.  "Open your mouth Emily." He knelt in front of the
chair, held her head and raped her mouth, pushing his tongue into the
sweetness there.  He fingered her slit some more then stuck it in her
little asshole.  "Mommy that hurts!" He put one hand to her chest to hold
her and kept pushing in as she struggled.  Then he pulled out and offered
the finger to Shari.  He made her suck his baby-shit finger for a while to
humiliate her.

   "Take Emily's clothes off, except the sandals." Shari leaned over
looking daggers at him, and lifted Emily's tube top over her head, then
made her stand to drop the skirt.  Jack used his thumb and forefinger to
squeeze her non-existent titties.  She screeched and tried to pull his hand
away.

   He stopped the squeezing and turned her to face her mother.  "Slap her
Shari, for fighting with me.  Teach her to do what a man wants." She just
looked at him in disbelief.  "I said slap her, Cunt, the way you did in the
bathroom!  That was child abuse, Shari.  That tape will go good with the
shoplifting one.  He was jerking himself, watching her.  Shari knew that
this man had her but good.  She slapped and Emily began crying, a pleading
look in her eyes "Why did you do that Mommy?" It hadn't been much of a
slap.

   Jack stood behind the girl and grabbed her shoulders to steady her as he
rubbed his dick in her hair down her neck and back.  "Do it right, a real
slap." He growled.  "You better knock her down!  Just pretend she pissed
her pants." Emily screamed and fell over as her mom hit her harder than she
ever could imagine.  She went three feet sideways falling into a ball on
the floor and holding her face.  Shari started to rise to go to her but
Jack put his hand on her shoulder.  "Blow me.  You bite, she's dead." He
savored the sound of the bawling child as he pumped in and out of Shari's
face.  He pulled her tee up and mauled her tits as she worked.

   Emily quieted down to sobs and Jack ordered, "Come over here and watch
your slut mother." She warily got up, afraid of being hit again.  " Just
pay attention, I'm not going to hit you yet" She watched as her mom sucked
on his thingy like a lollipop.  "See that, no teeth are touching my dick,
and yours better not either.  That's when I'll slap you.  Okay Shari, get
her on the flute."

   Shari stopped sucking and told Emily that it wouldn't hurt.  "Can we go
after this?" She could see he was going to cum soon.

   "Yeah, show her how to tongue my pee hole." Shari showed Emily, almost
forcing Jack to come.  He held off, stopping her.  He switched his dick to
Emily's face.  He made her tongue his pee hole then pushed inside her
little mouth.  Only the head fit in.  He pumped a little and she sobbed
again.  That did it.  He held her head so she'd have to swallow.  She
choked on his second spurt.  He pulled back and held her by the hair,
jerking the final blasts in her eyes.

   "Lets wash you up sweetie.  You stay there." He told Shari.  He pulled
the little girl into the bathroom and stood her in the shower stall.  He
held onto her hair.  She started to call "Mommy" and the first blast of
piss went in her mouth.  She gagged and choked as he hosed her down,
holding her hair to keep her in range.  He got her hair and eyes, but
didn't really try to wash off the cum.  He did her titties and cunt.  As he
finished he said "You stay right there.  I don't want you messing up the
floor." He walked back to Shari, zipping up his fly.

   "Okay, lets get down to business.  I've got two tapes you don't want
anyone to see.  I've got your address here.  You live alone?  Got a
boyfriend?  How do you get by?" It turned out that she lived on welfare, in
a trailer, turned tricks for extra money, and had no boyfriend.  "Here's
the deal, when I let you go out that door you'll have to walk around the
building to find your car.  You like to shoplift on Thursdays.  You park
back there and knock on this door at 10:00 PM each Thursday.  I'll probably
have a pop of crack for you to enjoy yourself while I play with Emily a
little." Jack often found drugs on his shoplifters, which he kept for times
like this.  Funny that none of his victims told the cops that Jack had
stolen their stuff.

   "How old is Emily?"

   "Six."

   "You understand what's the deal here?"

   Shari nodded her head that she understood.  "Lose the jeans.  Wear a
miniskirt, and a tee shirt tighter and thinner than this one next time.  "
He said as he felt her tit a little.  I wanna see these nipples from across
the store.  Emily too...a thin shirt that's too small.  Have her in that
skirt again.  It'll remind me of our first date." He knew it would remind
her too.  "You should both have on panties that you've worn for two days."

   During the instructions Shari kept glancing over to the bathroom.  She
could see Emily blubbering "Mommy, Mommy." Jack called, "C'mon in here
Emily, you probably won't mess the floor now." Emily ran to her mother
hugging her in a piss and cum grip.  "Give her a nice deep kiss to get some
of that piss and cum flavor." Jack played with his cock as Shari tongued
her daughter's glazed face.  He was hard again already.

   "Okay, get her dressed." Shari had trouble getting the tube top on the
damp child.  The skirt was easier.  Jack handed her the stolen bag with her
purse in it.  "You're almost out of here.  Hold her still for one more
shot. Keep her arms down." Shari stood holding Emily against her hips
facing Jack.  He jerked off on the helpless girl one more time, getting the
first spurt in her hair, then across her nose.  "Okay, take the little slut
out of here.  Don't you dare wipe her face before you get in the car.  I
have cameras out there too."

   Jack saw them out the door and walked into the video room.  He chuckled
as he watched them run around the building to the only car in the lot.  He
zoomed in to catch the tag number.  Then he got to work editing.  His three
hidden office cameras had the entire scene.  He noticed the girl had peed
herself while she stood trembling in the shower.  Sweet.  He'd make a lot
of money on this video.  He got hard again as he watched himself fingering
the girl.

   At midnight he went out in the store to do security rounds, sniffing the
panties he retrieved from the ladies room as he walked.  Homeland Security
is a wonderful thing.