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This story is fiction. It's not exactly how it happened. It's forced, but
wasn't painful. It's a very erotic story. Persons offnded by erotic stories
or persons under 18 should not read it.
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Jemma -14 - Caught Shoplifting
“Here you are, Jemma,” said the librarian at the reserve desk, “The others
will be on the University Consortium truck this afternoon.”
“Jemma?” said a grad student as I turned. She had stopped at the mention
of my name but the man she was with kept walking for two more paces, then
stopped to wait. I could tell she was a probably a grad student by her poise
and confidence. “Knew a Jemma once. Beautiful name. Never did see her face.
Years ago. If it’s you, you’ve certainly developed,” boldly seeing thru my
see-thru blouse. “Most intimate five minutes of my life.” and turning back to
her friend they hurried away - books, folders, laptop in a carrying case. Her
step lively.
“Wait” I thought.
“We need to talk!” the shout not passing my lips.
Memories unearthed - buried for so long. I have to write this. No
choice, really. I wonder if the grad student with the gleaming green eyes and
short, dark hair is the one. It’s driving me crazy. Here’s my story. You’ll
understand why I can’t sign it. *************
1. JEMMA - 14 - CAUGHT SHOPLIFTING!!
My name is Jemma. I didn’t think I would ever share this story with
anyone, but it’s been on my mind for almost five years, and I have to tell
somebody. I even hope you think I’m making it all up.
I really wanted that blouse bad. It was $70.00 though, and I only had
twenty. I knew Mom wouldn’t give me the additional money since things were
tight at home and My grades had been pretty bad lately. She was always telling
me I should stop thinking about clothes and more about school. She also kept
telling me my skirts were too short.
My passion was clothes! And yes, like Mom said, my skirts were too
short. I couldn’t bend without exposing my panties, which was OK with me,
since my second passion was teasing boys. Boys of all ages. I teased the boys
in our Junior High School and the teachers. I teased strangers at the mall,
especially
older men. It seemed like older men were really turned on by my ninety pound,
diminutive frame and boyish figure. My blond hair was frizzy and my pig tails
bounced when I walked - my swinging walk, almost a skip. If anything my hair
and clothes made me look like an eleven year old MTV addict. Usually I even
accentuated my long, skinny legs by wearing lacy ankle socks and black pumps.
If I knew a man was watching me, I bent over to look at something - without
fail.
It may have been the short skirt which was my undoing. I was so used to
guys watching me as I traversed the mall, I didn’t notice the middle age man
who had been following me. I decided that the only way I was going to get the
blouse was to “trade it.” I took it into the changing room and “exchanged”
blouses. You could almost see my A-cup bra through the sheer, clingy material,
so I couldn't leave my
other blouse on underneath it, and my old one was too tight to put over the new
one. My blouse was also too short to conceal anything, including my tummy. I
just abandoned it.
No problem getting out of the store. No problem getting out of the mall.
Great! Got to the locker area just outside the side entrance to retrieve my
school books and head for the bus stop - when a huge hand gripped my shoulder.
“Stop right there, young lady!” his hand was hurting my shoulder.
“You’re under arrest for stealing this blouse. You’d better come with me.”
“Wait, please, You can’t arrest me. I’m only 14. I’ll pay for it.”
“I don’t care if you’re six. You stole this blouse which is a felony!
You’re going to be missing school for the next 90 days in a reformatory.” I
still hadn’t seen his face. His big, firm hand held me still. I couldn’t call
out or make a fuss because I was still hoping to talk my way out of this. We
were now walking into the parking area.
“You’ve got to come with me to the Police Van! It’s an undercover van.
Now get in and hold out your arms.” he walked me about forty yards to a dark
blue panel van, with no windows. The door opened as we got there and another
man in a suit got out and asked, “Is this the culprit, Bill?”
“Yes, this is the one. Put the cuffs on her.” answered Bill, lifting me
into the van.
They pushed me into the single seat and handcuffed my wrists to it. My
feet didn’t touch the floor.
“But I’m sorry.” I cried out,beginning to sob.
They pushed me all the way back into the big overstuffed chair. I noticed
my skirt was clear up to my waist, exposing my ruffled panties almost
completely. The panties were ruffled on the front and very loose, so they
could flap over and expose my pussy completely. I decided not to struggle or
they would see
my newly bald pussy. That would really be embarrassing. Traci talked me into
shaving my tiny bush just a week ago.
“What time are your parents expecting you home, Young Lady?” asked Bill,
who seemed to be the leader.
“I’m supposed to be home by six, unless I go to Traci’s house. If I
decide to go to her house then I have to call and leave a message for Mom and
then I won’t have to be home until tomorrow around noon so we can go to my
Aunt’s house.” I answered in one breath.
“Maybe we can work something out about this blouse. If you cooperate with
us, we may be able to get you off the hook because you’re so young.” said the
other guy.
“Give Joe the blouse so he can return it. While he is doing that, call
you house and leave a message that you’ll be at Traci’s. Then call Traci and
tell her you can’t make it. As I said, if you cooperate we can get you off the
hook and your parents and friends won’t have to find out you’ve been arrested.”
“I’ll do whatever you say, officer.” squeaking, and on the verge of tears.
“Just don’t tell my Mom! Give me the phone.”
“We need to return the blouse first. What is your name?”
“Jenna.” with a big breath. Things were looking up.
When Bill unlocked one of the handcuffs, I began unbuttoning the blouse.
“But what about my other one?” I asked.
“The store is holding it for evidence. When Joe returns the stolen
blouse, and pays for it in full, the store owner agreed to let you off the
hook. Joe was checking on the radio while I brought you over here.”
I finished unbuttoning the blouse an took it off my free side. Bill then
handcuffed that wrist and unlocked the other one. I tried to reach down to
pull my skirt down and Bill must have thought I was trying to escape because he
grabbed my hand so fast.
“Don’t try to get away, Jenna. You’re still in a lot of trouble.
Here make those phone calls.” as he handed me a cell phone.
“Yes sir.” I took the phone and made the two calls. Before he handcuffed
my wrist back to the arm of the big seat, he said, “Here, drink this Coke so
you’ll fell better”
Joe said, “ Now we need the Eighty dollars for the blouse, Jenna, so they
won’t press charges.” He was looking through my little purse.
“But I don’t have eighty dollars!” and I started crying, and thinking,
“I thought is was only seventy dollars”.
“We’d better cuff her feet, Sir. She might try to get away.” and after
cuffing my feet to the front edge of the chair, which pulled my knees wide
apart, he added. “and don’t forget the gag in case she starts screaming.”
They also blindfolded me.
Now here is where the story really starts...
Picture all 90 pounds of me - arms and legs cuffed to the chair,
blindfolded, gagged, scared - my dress up over the top of my loose fitting,
ruffled panties - and no blouse. I was glad for my “training bra” as my big
sister called it, size 30 A, with the sheer cups and thin pink ribbons around
the edges, tied in a little bow in the center. You could see my dime-size,
pink nipples right through it.
“We are going to a special convention tonight, Jenna, and you’re going to
be one of the guests of honor. If you continue to cooperate, you won’t get in
any further trouble. OK?” asked Bill “And, if you cooperate, they will drop
the felony charges.” Joe left to take the blouse back.
“Yefffff, srrrrr” I tried to tell him I would cooperate through my gag.
Joe came back and closed the van door. I had no idea where the police
were taking me or what the convention might be. I was worried and curious. I
knew Traci would keep my secret, because I bailed her out with her parents lots
of times.
Would you like some more soda?” Bill asked me kindly as he took off the
gag.
I replied, “Sure, Bill. That would be great. May I call You Bill?”
“Of course, Jenna. Here’s another soda for you.” I drank all of it,
trying to keep the gag off longer. About half an hour later, I was finally
finished. We were still driving.
“This sure is pretty.” Bill said touching the sides of my bra under my
armpits with both hands.
“Thanks. My sister says I really don’t need one, but it makes me feel
grown up.” I heard Joe chuckle in the front seat. I was getting a little self
conscious with them seeing my underwear like this, but Bill seemed to think I
looked real grown up.
“And these are such pretty panties. They don’t look like a little girls
at all.” his fingers now playing with the ruffles on the front. When he
pulled the ruffles forward, I was worried he would see my bald pussy, but he
didn’t comment on it. I was starting to like Bill. He began rubbing my bra in
the front. His light touch made my breasts tingle - you know, so the little
bump in the middle sticks out through the material. He started squeezing them
softly and said, “Oh yes, you’re getting to be such a big girl.”
“We need to make sure you’re completely clean, Jenna, so I’m going to help
you remove your clothes now. OK?” Bill asked. I recognized his voice, very
calm now.
We drove about half an hour and then Bill began helping me get ready while
Joe drove. Without removing the gag or the blindfold, he unfastened one arm at
a time and helped me get out of my bra. He unfastened both legs to pull off my
panties while I held my hips up. When he refastened my legs, though my feet
were put up on the edge of the seat so that my knees were almost up to my
chest. Then he put a rope around each knee and pulled them out over the edge
of the chair arms and refastened them.
He put the gag back on and said it wouldn’t be much further. I heard
them talking in the front seat but couldn’t tell what they were saying. I
could tell by the sound of their voices that they check on me often. Looking
back and sounding happy about something.
I’m going to wash you off a little bit with a warm washcloth now, Jenna.
Bill was now kneeling in front of my chair and began rubbing me all over with a
perfumy, warm, wet washcloth which he got out of some kind of cooler. “We wont
have to shave you. You beat us to it.” and patted my pussy gently.
“Yeffff, srrrrr,” I tried to say. He took it off and I repeated, “Yes,
Sir, I’ll do whatever you tell me. Is this like a game?”
“We’re taking you to a special contest. If we win we will buy you the new
blouse you want and give you back all your clothes. The contest is to see
which team can bring back the cutest, most cooperative girl.” he began. “There
may be some judges touching you here” as he tickled the area around my pussy,
“but nobody will hurt you.”
“When we get to the contest hall, we will put a canvas bag over your head,
even though you’re very pretty. The bag will have the name of our team on it
and we want to be real proud of you.”
“I will do what ever you tell me, Sir.” but finding it hard to follow his
explanation because of the fingers lightly tickling my pussy. It was getting
wet fast, even though I was wondering if they were now going to rape me or
something.
“One of the rules of the contest is that nobody will see your face, so
nobody could possibly recognize you in any of the pictures. And don’t worry
about your virginity, either. (How did he know that?) Nobody is allowed to put
anything bigger than a finger into any of your openings, so don’t worry about a
thing.” and now his big rough fingers were stroking over my pussy and fanny.
“ANY Openings??” What did he mean by that?
“We’ll be there pretty soon. Want another soft drink?”
“OK” I said even though I wasn’t thirsty. He said we would would be there
pretty soon and I really had to pee. Drinking the soda was something I could
do blindfolded.
2. THE CONTEST .....
Author's note: If you can't find part 2, e mail me at corn53@aol.com
Ladies: Please help with my research. I need tru stories of early memories -
first orgasm, masturbation experiences - other people, things used, early
teasing, sibling play, etc. All replies confidential, but I may use some
experiences as basis for other stoies. Thanks, corn
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