17 comments/ 332705 views/ 34 favorites Sandra is Searched By: MirageLM Sandra Tifton hummed as she adjusted the temperature of her shower and stepped under the nozzle. She took her time, first shaving her legs, then between her legs, then under her arms. When she was convinced that she was absolutely smooth, she proceeded to wet her hair and shampoo it thoroughly. A smile spread across her face as she thought to what was waiting for her this afternoon...Shopping! Sandra was an inveterate shopper who loved nothing more than spending money in the stores and shops in the various malls around her city. Unfortunately, about six months ago she had let her credit card balances get out of hand and her husband, Sam, was contacted by one of the cards companies requesting payment on the debt. To say the least, the proverbial shit hit the fan. The bottom line was that Sam, who was a co-signer on all of the accounts, took all of Sandra's cards and cut them up. Even worse, he put her on a strict cash allowance that virtually eliminated the shopping sprees she was so accustomed to taking. Sandra suffered this indignity about as well as a spoiled child; first threatening Sam with unspecified actions, then completely cutting him off in the bedroom...To no avail. The only thing her actions got her was horny. Then everything changed. One day while going through the mail Sandra noticed a credit card offer addressed to her 20 year old daughter Sandy. With a smile, Sandra realized that she had found the solution to her dilemma. All she had to do was submit the application using Sandy's name and add herself as a co-signer. Sandy was in Europe for the summer and she'd never know about the card as long as Sandra kept the balance paid. Sandra waited impatiently for the card company to send the new card and only that morning had it arrived in the mail. She quickly called and activated the account and now was set to shop. She carefully crafted a cover story designed to explain her absence from the house to Sam and then started her shower. Upon drying off she eyed her nude figure in the full-length mirror. At 44 years of age she was quite attractive. She exercised religiously, which enabled her to keep her figure in reasonable condition. Her long legs were muscular, shapely and tanned, her hips broad and round, her waist reasonably slim and her breasts large with only a hint of sag. To this day she received more than her share of stares from men who enjoyed the sight of a beautiful, mature woman. She quickly stepped into a pair of silk low-rise panties and shrugged her breasts into a matching bra. Without hesitating she stepped into a short, denim skirt, topped it with a thin white blouse, and slipped her feet into a pair of high-heeled backless sandals. Turning in front of the mirror she grinned. "Not bad! Not bad at all!" she said to her image as she eyed her breasts shifting under her blouse and the muscles in her calves accentuated by the high heels. Walking quickly out of the house, she peeked into her purse to insure that her newly acquired credit card was in place and then slid into her Mercedes and drove to the mall. Two hours later, laden with packages, Sandra was walking toward the entrance of her favorite department store when she heard a male voice. "Ma'am?" Ignoring the inquiry she walked on, only to feel a strong hand grasp her upper arm. "Excuse me Ma'am" Sandra turned and looked into the steel gray eyes of a man who stood at least 6'4" tall. "Um. Yes?" she replied in an agitated voice as she attempted to shake loose the hand gripping her arm. "John Stone, ma'am, I an agent with Sentry, the security service that protects this store." "Well, Mr. Stone," Sandra replied, "I suggest that you let go of my arm and tell me what it is you want." "Well, ma'am, there's a problem I'd like to discuss with you in private." "Problem? What type of problem?" Sandra demanded, her voice rising. "Well ma'am, a shoplifting problem," Mr. Stone stated quietly. By now people had begun to notice the conversation and stopped to stare at the attractive woman being restrained, although gently so, by a very tall, very muscular man. "Shoplifting?" Sandra whispered, "Are you kidding?" "No ma'am. We don't kid about things like that," Stone replied. "We can discuss it here in the store in private or I can call the police to take you down to the station; whichever you prefer." "P-police?" Sandra replied, feeling a panic rising in her chest. She hadn't shoplifted anything, but if Sam found out about her being in a store with an armload of packages, the consequences would be dire. "Let's go to the security room," Stone stated flatly as he turned and lightly pulled her arm. Sandra, heart pounding, followed meekly. They walked into the back of the store and down a long corridor, finally coming to a steel door at the very end of the hallway. Mr. Stone took out his keys, opened the door and stood aside to let Sandra enter the room. Sandra noticed immediately that the room was very cool and felt her nipples grow hard as the cool air penetrated her lightweight summer attire. She crossed her arms, shivered slightly and looked around the room. "Sorry about the AC," Stone commented as he noticed her shiver, "We're right next to the air handler and it stays cold in here. You can put your stuff on the table." Placing her packages and purse on the table, Sandra glanced around the room. It was about the size of a bedroom, brightly lit with white walls, and a tile floor. The furnishings were limited to a single locker in one corner, several chairs, a small table, and a wooden stool that was about bar stool height. Stone sat down in one of the chairs and stared long and hard at Sandra. Beginning with her high heels, his eyes tracked up her legs, around her hips and lingered on the protrusions of her nipples through her blouse. Sandra, left standing, shifted nervously from one foot to the other and tried unsuccessfully to hold his stare. He quietly asked for her identification, which she retrieved from her purse and laid on the table. "Well Ms. Tifton, let's talk," he said quietly as he handed her driver's license back to her. "What's this about?' she demanded. "As I said," he replied, "Shoplifting." "I have stolen nothing!" she replied stamping her foot for emphasis, but only succeeding in drawing his eyes back to her breasts as they shifted under her blouse. "Well, there are ways to prove that," he said flatly. "Meaning?' she shot back nervously. "We can approach this one of two ways," Stone replied. "We can call the police and let them take you to the station and conduct an investigation." "No, p-please!" Sandra stammered before he could give her the other choice. "Or..." he continued, "You can sign a waiver and submit to an in-store investigation." "In-store investigation?' Sandra repeated. "Yes," Stone stated flatly, "You basically sign away your legal rights, we conduct the investigation, and if you're found to be shoplifting, you pay for the goods and are banned from the store." "But I have stolen nothing," she repeated. "Well, then you have nothing to fear from either choice, do you?' he responded. "Oh, yes I do!' she thought to herself, "Going to the police department could easily result in Sam finding out about this little spending spree." "So," she replied, "All I do is sign a form giving you permission to conduct the investigation and if I haven't stolen anything, that's it?" "That's it. You get an apology from the store and can go about your business," Stone replied. "Where's the form?" she grinned, assuming she would be free and shopping in less than an hour. "Ms. Tifton, you need to think about this. You're sure you want to sign away your legal rights and undergo this investigation?" Stone questioned. "Yes, of course," she replied impatiently, "I haven't stolen anything and I'll prove it." "Wait here while I get the form." With that, Stone stepped out of the room, returning shortly with a three page single spaced document, a pen, and a young woman. "This is Miss Johnson" Stone stated as he nodded in the young woman's direction," Once you've read and signed the form, she'll sign the form as a witness." "My god!" Sandra spat as she looked that the fine type on the document, "You expect me to read all this crap?" "Reading it or not is your choice," Stone replied, "But you do have to sign it if you don't want the police involved." Without glancing at the contents of the document, Sandra signed the appropriate line and wrote down her address, phone number and social security number as proof of identity. Miss Johnson quickly signed the witness line and turned to leave. "Miss Johnson?" Stone called. Yes sir?" "Please page the security staff to this room." "Yes sir! Right away!" Sandra couldn't help but notice that the young woman glanced at her with a look of pity on her face as she turned to close the door. "So, what now?' she asked Stone. "The security team will be here shortly and we can begin," he replied. "May I sit down?' She asked genially. "No, you'll stand during the entire process," he replied. "Oh! Okay..." she replied, feeling somewhat chastised by Stone's tone of voice. "How many people are on this team of yours?" she asked. "Me and two others, a total of three on any given shift." "Oh, and why do they have to be here for this?" "I always bring the team in to observe an investigation. It refreshes their memory on procedures and they enjoy the change of pace," he replied. "I see." Soon the door opened and a young man walked into the room. In his late twenties, he was dressed rather casually in jeans, loafers, and a madras shirt. The door no sooner closed that it reopened to admit a slender, dark haired woman who appeared to be in her early thirties. She too was casually dressed, but wore shorts, a tight tee shirt, and flip-flops. "Hey Bill. Hello, Susan. Come in and we'll get started." "I'm glad you called us in," the young man stated as he eyed Sandra standing in the middle of the room, "It's really slow out there this morning." The young woman said nothing, but nodded her agreement, all the time eyeing Sandra from head to toe. "Well, lock the door and have a seat," Stone replied. As they went to their chairs Sandra turned to Stone and said, "This is your team?" "Yes ma'am, this is it." "They don't look very professional to me," she said, her voice dripping sarcasm. "Well, Ms. Tifton, if you're referring to their dress, they are dressed that way so as to appear to be shoppers. Actually, they're all very well trained. So well trained in fact that since Sentry has taken over the security on this store, theft has dropped almost eighty percent." "Oh," Sandra replied in a contrite voice and bowed her head to avoid the hard stares of the security team. "We'll begin now." Jones said in a clipped voice, "This is Ms. Sandra Tifton. She is suspected of shoplifting and rather than deal with the police, has agreed to undergo our in-store investigation. As is usually the case, I will demonstrate each procedure, then allow you to each practice with Ms. Tifton." "Practice?" Sandra thought with rising alarm, "Practice what?" But fearing more belittlement from Stone, she chose to remain quiet. "As is always the case," Stone continued, "We begin each investigation with a search of the suspect's belongings." With that, the group gathered around the table and proceeded to go through all of Sandra's packages. Stone instructed the others on the proper way to open parcels and handle the contents, stressing the concept of not damaging any of the suspect's belongings. Each agent was allowed to go through Sandra's parcels and other than some embarrassment at having them discover and handle some panties and bras she had purchased, they came up empty-handed as Sandra knew they would. "Find anything?" She smirked as they turned to her. "Not yet," Stone replied, "But we've just begun." He then proceeded to open Sandra's purse. "Hey, wait," she cried with alarm, "I have personal stuff in there!" "Too late Ms. Tifton," Stone replied, "You signed your legal rights away, remember?" "Oh," she whispered, "Okay but..." "Sorry, Ms. Tifton, no buts." With that Stone began to empty the purse. Reaching into the main compartment, he took out the standard make-up items, lipstick, keys, wallet and a small bottle of hand lotion. Looking up at the others, he said, "Nothing here, but if you feel the sides of the purse, you will notice that there seems to be a hidden compartment between the inside lining and the outside surface of the purse, and there is definitely something in that compartment." He handed the purse to the young man and after fingering the purse for the "secret" compartment he passed it to the young woman, who passed it back to Stone, and looked at Sandra with a small grin on her face. Sandra broke into a sweat of embarrassment at the realization that the young woman knew what the "personal items" in the purse were. Stone took the purse back and said, "The key is to find out how the compartment opens without damaging the purse. It could contain stolen goods, but it could also be nothing we're interested in and we do not want to damage a customer's private property." Sandra appeared to be in a mild panic. "Please! Don't open that compartment! I promise...I've taken nothing from your store. Those are personal items. Please don't open it!" "I'm sorry Ms. Tifton," Stone replied, "But you've agreed to this search and we are professionally bound to complete it." "But I didn't take anything!" Sandra pleaded. "Well, that remains to be seen," Stone reiterated, "Now, do you want to show me how to open the compartment?" "Please don't do this!" Sandra begged. At that point the young woman cleared her throat and said, "Sir, I have a purse just like that. I know how to open it." "Oh, great Susan," Stone said as he handed to purse to the young woman, "Problem solved." "Please don't!" Sandra whispered as the young woman deftly opened the compartment and turned the purse upside down over the able. With a clatter, out rolled a six-inch vibrator and a small vibrating butt plug. "Oh god!" Sandra whispered as she stared at the floor, blushing beet red in embarrassment. As one, the security team turned to stare at her. "I can explain," she whispered, but at the same time wondering what she was going to say. She knew a lot of women who carried such items in their purses, but no one she knew had ever talked about having to justifying doing so. "No need," Stone replied curtly as he swept the items back into the purse, "It's not information we need to know." Sandra was somewhat relieved, but noticed that both Susan and Bill stared at her differently than before the discovery of her sex toys. Susan in particular stared boldly at her and seemed to openly appraise her body, as if trying to visualize her using the toys. Again, she blushed furiously and stared at the floor while twisting her fingers together in nervousness. Turning to the team, Stone motioned them back into their chairs. "Now that we have searched the suspect's belongings and found nothing incriminating, we have a decision to make. We can simply assume that she didn't steal anything and let her go, or we can proceed with a more in depth investigation." "I tend to believe that in Ms. Tifton's case, she didn't steal anything." Sandra's body sagged with relief. "But," Stone continued, "I feel that this is a good opportunity to test my powers of assumption. Therefore, I suggest that we proceed with the full search. Also, since it has been a while since we've conducted a full search, this will allow both of you to practice your skills in this area." "Wha...?" Sandra blurted, "What do you mean? You don't think I stole anything but I'm still under suspicion?" "Exactly, Ms. Tifton," Stone replied, "I'm the supervisor here, but I don't have the final say. The team acts as a unit in these decisions. What I just said was merely a suggestion, but the team decides." Turning to the team he asked each in turn whether they thought that the search should continue. Both stared at Sandra, devouring her body with their eyes and said, "Yes, continue." Suddenly, it dawned on Sandra that a "complete search" would include a search of her person. "Okay," Stone said," We'll proceed with the next stage of the search, the pat-down." "Wait," Sandra blurted, "What's a pat-down?" "Ms. Tifton," Stone sighed in frustration, "I'm going to tell you one time to shut up and after that, if you open your mouth without being asked to respond to a question, I am going to gag you. You consented to this search and we're going to complete it, with or without you cooperation. Do you understand?" "B-but," Sandra stammered, wringing her hands in distress. "Do-you-un-der-stand?" Stone barked. "Y-yes!" Sandra whispered as she bowed her head and stared at the floor. "Good!" Stone replied, "Now, see these marks on the floor?" Sandra looked where Stone was pointing and saw two red marks on the tile floor. They were almost three feet apart. She nodded that she saw them. "Put one foot on each mark," he instructed. Sandra stepped over to the mark and attempted to place her feet on the marks. The problem was that they were so far apart that the hem of the tight denim skirt she wore wouldn't allow her to spread her legs that far. "I can't," she stated flatly as she looked in Stone's direction. Realizing the problem, Stone replied, "Pull the hem of you skirt up until your feet will reach." Sandra stared at him open mouthed but quickly realized that he was serious. Trying not to look in the direction of the others, she reached down and blushing yet again, pulled the hem of her skirt up until she could spread her feet wide enough to cover the red marks. By that time, she was standing with her legs spread wide, muscles stretched taut and her skirt bunched around the upper portion of her long thighs. "Now, place your hands behind your neck and lace your fingers together," Stone ordered. Taking a deep breath, Sandra complied and stood stock still, wondering if the crotch of her panties was visible to those sitting in front of her. The possibility of being exposed caused yet another blush of embarrassment to flash over her body and she felt the heat rising in her face. Stone turned to the team. "Positioning the suspect in this posture enables you to thoroughly search her without removing her clothing. Since Ms. Tifton has signed away her rights, we are able to do more than simply pats the outer surfaces of her body. So when you search, start at the top and work you way down in this manner." With that, Stone felt around Sandra's shoulders and under her arms. Stopping at that point, he turned to the team. "Again," he stated in a matter of fact tone, "We can search more thoroughly that the typical police pat-down, so when you get to the breasts, be sure to fully examine them. Ms. Tifton has quite large breasts...." Sandra turned to stare open mouthed at his comment. "...and women with large breasts can actually hide small items like earrings under them. So be sure to explore every surface...Like this." He turned, stepped behind Sandra, and reaching around her, grasped her breasts, squeezing them firmly and rolling them inside the cups of her bra. "Oh god!" she whispered. As he continued his exploration of her tits she felt her nipples begin to harden against the cups of her bra and her pussy begin to moisten with arousal. After lifting each breast and thoroughly feeling their undersides, Stone released them and stepped away. "Now," he said, "Both of you step up and conduct the search to this point." Sandra is Searched Sandra turned to him and dropping her hands from behind her neck, begged him not to let the other handle him. "Please don't do this to me!" she cried, "I promise I didn't steal!" "Back in position Ms. Tifton," was all Stone said. Shaking with a combination of fear and rising sexual arousal, Sandra got back into position and closed her eyes as the young man stepped behind her. He was gentle in his exploration, yet seemed to spend more time than Stone with her breasts. After what seemed to be an eternity, the young man released her breasts with their now throbbing nipples and stepped away. Sandra's nipples were hard as pebbles and pushed the material of her blouse out so that there was no mistaking her arousal. The young woman stepped behind her, made short work of her shoulders and underarms, the proceeded to maul Sandra's breasts. She cruelly squeezed them until Sandra thought her nipples were going to pop off, only to release them and tweak each bud between her fingertips before stepping away from Sandra. Sandra stood blushing and panting in arousal, not believing that she had allowed this to happen. "Okay, very good," Stone said approvingly, "Let's continue." Stepping back behind Sandra he pulled her blouse out of her skirt and said, "One you have searched the upper body, continue down across the abdomen and back like so." His hands smoothed across Sandra's back and belly, slipping under the waistline of her skirt "Be sure to slip a finger under the waistline of the garment. In some cases with obese suspects, you may have to lift their stomachs to see under the fold of fat. Of course, Ms. Tifton is in excellent shape and won't require this." Sandra couldn't believe what she was hearing, but held her position. "Proceed from the waist to the feet and work you way back up the legs," Stone said, demonstrating by squatting in front of Sandra and sliding his hands up each of her long legs. Sandra squirmed and hissed an intake of breath when his hands slid above her knees and slipped between her thighs. After the search of her breasts, her pussy was wet and throbbing. She gasped and blushed as his thumbs brushed the gusset of her panties. "Oh no, p-please!" she whispered. Ignoring her, Stone turned to the team and said, "This is another area where our search differs from a police search. Many shoplifters conceal smaller items like jewelry in their underwear, so make sure you cover that area, particularly the crotch, in your search....Like this." Before Sandra could comprehend his words, she felt his hand cup the crotch of her panties and slid from just below her naval, between her legs and over the lower part of her buttocks. "Oh, my god!" Sandra blurted out in a combination of abject embarrassment and sexual stimulation. She blanched, the blushed furiously at the thought that Stone could feel that the crotch of her panties was slick with the juices of her arousal. The situation was beyond her comprehension. "Don't move Ms. Tifton," Stone growled as Sandra teetered on her high heels and closed her eyes to avoid the stares of the team members sitting in front of her. Since she had married over twenty years ago, no man other than Sam had come close to touching her pussy and now she was standing in a room in front of a two total strangers while a third ran his hands between her legs and across the crotch of her panties. The situation was unfathomable to her...Then it dawned on her... "The others! " her brain screamed at her, "Stone is going to let them do this to me!" "Okay Bill, you try it," Stone stated in a matter of fact tone. The young man didn't take his eyes off of Sandra as he stood and rubbed his palms on the front of his trousers. Sandra averted her eyes as he approached. He hesitated as if trying to remember where to start, ran his hands up under the hem of her blouse, inside the waistband of her skirt and then moved to squat in front of her. "Oh n-no, p-please!" Sandra whispered as she felt his breath on her thighs as he bent and ran his hand up her legs. Pausing only to shift his weight he proceeded to mimic Stone and cup her now throbbing, wet, silk-clad pussy in his hand. Tentatively, he slid his hand between her widespread legs, letting his middle finger trace the now-spreading lips of her dripping pussy. Slowly, his hand slipped toward the lower portion of her asscheeks and cupped them briefly before sliding back and again pressing between her pussy lips until they traced across the erect nub of her throbbing clit. "Ah! Oh god!" Sandra gasped as her knees buckled and her toes curled in her sandals as the sensation of her clit being rubbed rocketed through her body. As quickly as he began, the young man withdrew his hand, stood and walked back to his chair, surreptitiously adjusting his now erect penis in his jeans. Susan didn't wait for Stone's cue and after glancing in amusement at Bill's adjustment of his clothing, immediately got to her feet and walked menacingly toward Sandra who stood trembling in a combination of embarrassment, fear, and arousal. Sandra could see Susan's nipples pressing against the thin material of her tee shirt. "My god," she thought, "This girl is turned on by handling me!" Sandra breasts were rising and falling with each panted breath, her mouth was dry and her legs trembled as Susan stood in front of her. Quickly, Susan completed the search of Sandra's upper body and waistband. She squatted in front of Sandra and ran her hands up Sandra's trembling legs, letting her long nails scrape the tense muscles as they progressed above her knees and over her thighs. At the last moment however, Susan took her hands away, stood up, and walked around behind Sandra. Before Sandra realized what was going on, Susan reached between Sandra's widespread legs from behind, ran her hand between Sandra's legs and firmly cupped the now soaked crotch of Sandra's panties. This position placed Susan's middle finger along the slit of Sandra's pussy lips and enabled her to press her finger between the lips, forcing the crotch of Sandra's panties between the lips of her pussy and scraping her long fingernail over the throbbing nub of her clit. Sandra's eyes bugged out in a combination of disbelief, embarrassment and extreme sexual arousal. "Ah! God p-please!" she stuttered as Susan proceeded to slide her hand along dripping crotch of her panties, further insinuating her finger into the steamy slit of her pussy. Just as suddenly, Susan ended her "search." Sandra's legs were now locked in a rigid straight position, muscles innervated and pronounced. She was gasping for breath, her nipples protruded through the thin material of her bra and blouse, and her mind was a mass of confused sensations ranging from total humiliation to the need to cum. And then she heard Stone's next words... "The final stage of a total search is the strip search." Due to her extreme stress level, both psychological and sexual, it took several seconds for Sandra's mind to process Stone's words. Her comprehension of the words "strip search" was accompanied by a panic she had never experienced before. Her physical reaction was one of shivering violently, while her mental reaction was sheer panic and conflicting feelings of extreme ambiguity. She didn't want any of these people touching her, yet her nipples throbbed, her clit tingled and her pussy was weeping from the manipulation she had been subjected to thus far. She desperately wanted them to release her, yet she just as desperately needed to have an orgasm. The result of this was almost a form of paralysis. She simply stood in the posture Stone had prescribed, legs spread, skirt gather at her upper things, hands behind her neck, and other than shivering, did nothing. "Let's proceed," Stone said. "Ms. Tifton, please remove your blouse and bra." Sandra stood still as if not understanding. Her head was filled with a rushing noise and her eyes were seeing nothing. Finally, taking a deep breath, she felt her hands move and her fingers grasp the buttons on her blouse, loosening each one in turn. When the blouse was open she paused as if not knowing what to do. "Go ahead, Ms. Tifton," Stone ordered firmly. Sandra arched her back, slipped the blouse off her shoulders and held it in her hands. She heard a sharp gasp from Bill as her breasts moved inside her bra when she turned to place the blouse on the table. "P-please d-don't make me!" she whispered. "Don't start, Ms. Tifton. You know the rules,' Stone growled. "Now remove the bra." Sandra closed her eyes, reached behind her back and in a practiced motion she had made a thousand times before, released the clasp of her bra. She caught it under her arms and stood staring at Stone, her eyes pleading for mercy. "Go ahead," he said. "We don't have all day." With a whimper she removed the bra and felt her breasts swing free. Her nipples hardened and her dark aureoles crinkled in the cool air as she turned and placed the bra on top of her blouse. "My god!" Bill groaned as Susan giggled at Sandra's predicament. "Okay," Stone said as he stood up, "Get back in position." Sandra shivered in the cool air as she again lifted the hem of her skirt to allow her legs to spread and then placed her feet on the pieces of tape on the floor. Once her feet were in place she clasped her hands behind her neck and stood staring straight ahead, yet seeing nothing. Her mind was a mass of confusion. Her posture served to accentuate the musculature of her long legs as well as thrust her bare breasts forward and make the achingly rigid nipples stand on their upturned surface almost as if begging to be touched. Sandra's emotional state was one of total conflict at being in such a humiliating, yet sexually stimulating situation. "Depending on the size of the suspect's breasts," Stone said as he stood, "It may be necessary to visually examine the underside to see if any small items such as earrings have been hidden or taped on the underside of the breasts." He continued, "Although Ms. Tifton's breasts are firm, they are large enough and do sag a little. It would be easy for her to hide something under so we have to take a look." Sandra, blushing at his comments about her breasts sagging, blanched at the word, "look." "Surely," she thought, "He's not..." But before she could complete the thought, Stone reached up with both hands, firmly grasped Sandra's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and lifted both of her breasts until they were stretched up and away from her body. "Oh my god!" Sandra gasped, her eyes bugging and her knees buckling at the sensation of her nipples being stretched in such an extreme manner. At the same time, it was as if an electrical charge was rocketing from her nipples to her clit and she, without realizing it, began to buck her hips in a fucking motion. "As you can see," Stone intoned as he released Sandra's nipples and watched her breasts bounce, then settle back on her chest, "Ms. Tifton is hiding nothing here, but I want each of you to practice this technique." Bill was out of his chair almost before Stone got the words out of his mouth and Sandra, staring at the floor could not help but notice the rigid cock encased in his trousers. Bracing herself for the shock that was sure to come, she closed her eyes and stood fully erect. "S-s-s-s-s," she hissed as the large pads of his thumbs and fingers closed on the now burning tips of her nipples. "A-h-h-h-h! God!" she whispered as he lifted her breasts by the nipples and stretched them until she feared that he would bruise them. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he held her breasts in position and pretended to look for contraband...She could only gasp for air and hope that relief would soon coming. Again she gasped as her breasts were allowed to drop and settle in their normal position. She opened her eye to see Susan, with eyes glittering and a cruel smile on her lips, approaching. Sandra closed her eyes yet again and waited, only to have nothing happen. "Open your eyes," Susan cooed as she stood in front of Sandra. Sandra complied, only to see Susan's long sharp nails descend on her nipples. The pain of the sharp acrylic nails gripping the tender, irritated flesh of the erect and distended nipples caused Sandra to whimper in pain and, at the same time, thrust her hips forward as if seeking stimulation for her throbbing and dripping pussy. "Y-i-i-i-i-i-i!!! Oh god! Oh please!" Sandra begged as Susan sharply pulled and lifted Sandra's breasts into the air, rolling the flesh of the nipples between her fingers and thumbs until Sandra began to gasp and hunch her hips in earnest, trying to get enough stimulation to induce the orgasm she so desperately needed. Susan giggled and released her grip, leaving Sandra panting and frustrated as her breasts once again settled onto her ribcage. Stone cleared his throat before continuing. "Now, Ms. Tifton," he said hoarsely, "Please remove your skirt and panties." Knowing there was no escaping this final humiliation, Sandra reached behind her back and lowered the zipper on her skirt. She let it fall to her ankles and stood looking at Stone. "Pick it up and put it on the table please," he said politely. Sandra shuddered, knowing that bending to pick up the skirt would only serve to put her body on further display. Yet, she took a deep breath and bent over to pick up the skirt. Again, Bill groaned at the sight of her breasts swinging with the motion of her body. But what concerned Sandra was Susan's eyes, which were glued to the obviously soaked crotch of Sandra's panties. Sandra placed the skirt on the table and then turned to face her tormentors one more time. "Go ahead," Stone said impatiently. Closing her eyes, Sandra slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and taking a deep breath bent to lower them down her long legs. She shuddered in embarrassment as the crotch of the panties, soaked with her pussy juice, clung to the bald lips of her pussy before peeling away as she lowered them to her ankles. Both Bill and Stone gasped at the sight of Sandra bent over and stepping out of her panties, revealing the smooth skin of her dripping, but freshly shaved pussy. Moving almost like a robot, Sandra placed the panties on the table and automatically resumed the position, standing clad only in her heels, her legs rigid with muscles flexed, buttocks flexed, hands behind her neck and breasts upturned with rigid, red nipples atop crinkled aureoles rising and falling with each gasp of breath she took. Her heart was pounding and ears roaring as she stood, both wanting and fearing what was surely to come next. Again, Stone cleared his throat. "Fortunately, Ms. Tifton shaves her pubis, so it can be easily seen that she is concealing nothing in her pubic hair." Sandra risked a sigh of relief at the thought that perhaps her ordeal was over, only to hear Stone say, "But we don't know what she might have inside her body, and the only way to determine that is with a cavity search. Susan, please get the box of surgical gloves and tube of lubricant from the locker." Sandra's body sagged at the comprehension of Stones last sentence and she realized that all along, Stone had intended to visit every possible humiliation on her. Gasping for breath she stood with her eyes closed as she heard Susan's flip-flops move across the floor, the metallic click as the locker door opened, then closed and the footsteps moving back across the room and to the table. Her body jerked at the sound she had, until now, only heard in a doctor's office...The snap of rubber gloves being pulled on...The difference here was that instead of two snaps, there were six. Clearly, everyone on the room would soon be subjecting Sandra to the ultimate humiliation. "Bill, get the pillow out of the locker please." "Pillow?" Sandra thought, as with eyes still closed she heard more footsteps and the opening and closing of the locked yet again. "Ms. Tifton," Stone said, "Step to this end of the table, bend at the waist and place your upper body on the table." "Oh!" Sandra gasped as she turned to see a pillow lying at one end of the table and realized that she would be bent over with both her anus and pussy clearly visible. She took the two steps it took to reach the metal table and then stood as the other three watched. She stared at the pillow and to her horror realized that it was covered with stains of lipstick, mascara and yes, even what appeared to be tear stains. Clearly, she was not the first woman to be in this predicament. She felt Stone's hand grasp her behind the neck and shuddering in a combination of fear and anticipation allowed her upper body to bend forward. She gasped in surprise as her rigid nipples met and then were pressed into the cold metal of the table. As her face settled into the pillow she inhaled a miasma of various perfumes and colognes left by those who had been there before her. "Grasp the end of the table please," Stone ordered, "and under no circumstances are you to let go." "Yes sir," Sandra whispered as she gripped brought her arms up and grasped the end of the table, gripping until her knuckles turned white. Another pillow was retrieved from the locker and placed under Sandra's belly. Then in quick succession, four thin leather straps were used to secure her ankles and knees to the legs of the table. The effect was to force Sandra to bend straight-legged with her legs spread and her upper body lying flat on the table. This posture resulted in her buttocks being raised and her hips cocked so that both her anus and pussy were fully visible. Sandra shuddered at the thought of Stone and the other two being able to see her most private parts. "We will start with a rectal search," Stone stated as he stepped up to Sandra prostrate form. Sandra gasped as he spread her asscheeks with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, exposing the brown crinkled rose of her anus. Blushing furiously she buried her face in the pillow and tried not to make any noises. "Give me a little lubricant Susan," Stone said as he held out the middle finger of his right hand. Susan opened the tube and squirted a dollop of the clear jelly on his upturned finger. "Spread it over the anus like this..." Stone lightly stroked his slimy finger over Sandra's now winking butthole. She flexed her sphincter in an effort to prevent the invasion that was coming, but to no avail. "As you can see, Ms. Tifton is clenching her sphincter muscle in an effort to prevent my finger from entering her rectum. All you have to do is..." Releasing Sandra's asscheeks and allowing them to close on his well lubed finger, he raised his hand and gave Sandra's ass a hard slap. "Give her a nice slap like that," he continued as Sandra's head jerked up and she cried out in surprise and not a little pain. "And then just slide your finger in like this..." And Stone pressed his thick finger smoothly and firmly into Sandra's quivering anus, pushing until his knuckle pressed against her anus. "Unh! Wah! Oh no!" Sandra's head again shot up off the table as Stone's finger hit bottom and she locked her legs rigid as he held his finger deep inside her hole. "Be sure to move your finger around to make sure there's nothing inside," Stone said as he bent to his task. "Ah! Please!!" Sandra gasped as he wiggled his finger about as if searching for some small item. Just as quickly as he put his finger in her, he slid it out. "Bill, you go next...Be sure to use plenty of lube. Your fingers are a lot thicker than mine." "Yessir!" Bill uttered hoarsely as he put lube on his finger and with trembling hands spread Sandra's cheeks. Sandra is Searched He was more tentative than Stone and very slowly invaded Sandra's rectum with his thick middle finger. Sandra hissed in a combination of discomfort at having her anus stretched and ever increasing sexual stimulation. As Bill sawed his finger in and out of her butt, her pussy began to drip its juice on the floor between her legs. Her need to cum grew with each passing second. Finally, Bill slowly, almost reluctantly withdrew his finger from the warmth of Sandra's now clenching anus and Susan quickly stepping behind her. Because Susan's fingers were significantly more slender than Bill's there was no resistance when she penetrated Sandra's anus, but before Sandra could relax, Susan withdrew her finger and re-inserted two fingers, pressing smoothly and quickly until Sandra's anus was distended around the two digits. "W-a-a-a-h-h-h!" Sandra squalled as she stood on tiptoe as if to escape the intrusion of Susan's fingers. But Susan pressed firmly and rotated her fingers in Sandra's hole until Sandra began to pant as if she were running a marathon...Clearly, she was about to cum...Only to have Susan quickly remove her fingers and leave her hips bucking with nothing to stimulate her pussy or anus. "Oh god no!" Sandra begged, "P-please don't stop!" But her three tormentors merely stripped off the used gloves and put on clean ones. "The final part of the search is the vaginal search," Stone said as he replaced Susan behind Sandra's upturned ass. "As we can see, Ms Tifton's vagina is quite lubricated. This could be a sign of her using lubricant to insert contraband in her vagina or it could be a sign of sexual arousal. As you both know, we've seen that in the past." Sandra blushed furiously at the thought of three strangers looking at, and into, her widespread pussy. Stone continued, "Checking for contraband is simple enough. Just spread the lips like this..." With that Sandra felt Stone's rubber-clad hand slip between her legs and his thumb and forefinger spread her nether lips until she felt the cool air on the inner lips of her pussy. She gasped and flexed her hips in a futile attempt to avoid the penetration she knew was to come and but the leather straps held her tight. "And," Stone continued, "Slide your longest finger in like this." "W-a-a-a-h-h-h! Oh my god! P-Please!" Sandra squalled as Stone's thick middle finger smoothly slid into the warm cavern of her dripping pussy. "Then," Stone said hoarsely," Be sure to move your finger around to insure that there's nothing deep inside." With that he pivoted his finger about in Sandra's pussy, sliding it in and out several times as he explored every possible angle of penetration. Sandra's body was rigid with a combination of humiliation and sexual stimulation. Holding on to the table for dear life she flexed her sphincter muscle in an effort to expel Stone's finger, but it only served to her push even closer to orgasm, the thing she both desired and feared with equal intensity. "There's nothing here," Stone grunted as he withdrew his finger and removed the hand holding Sandra's pussy agape. "Oh, not yet!" Sandra whispered to herself her now empty pussy thrust up as if reaching to be penetrated again. "What's that?" Stone questioned. "N-nothing! Really. Nothing!" Sandra replied in embarrassment. "Okay," Stone replied, "Bill you give it a try." "Oh no!" Sandra whispered as she felt the young man spread her pussy lips and tentatively slide his middle finger into her now gaping and grasping hole. Again, Bill was slower than Stone with his examination and the slow and tentative movements were not only embarrassing to Sandra, but they also served to increase the sexual torment she was experiencing. By the time Bill withdrew his finger, Sandra was panting and thrusting against him as much as her bonds would allow. "Lets just wait a minute, " Stone said as Susan stood to take her turn. Sandra groaned in frustration as she realized that Stone had no intention of letting her have the pleasure of an orgasm. After about five minutes Stone nodded to Susan and she stepped behind Sandra. Sandra tensed her leg muscles as she awaited Susan's assault on her continuously throbbing pussy, but it didn't come immediately. Sandra looked over her shoulder only to see Susan spreading lubricant not just on her finger, but all over her gloved hand. Susan's wicked smile glittered as her eyes met Sandra's and Sandra knew that what was to come was going to be a true ordeal...For the first time in her life, she was about to experience someone attempting to fist her pussy. She could only whimper and brace for the assault that was to come. Susan reached down and quickly inserted three fingers into Sandra's throbbing pussy. "S-s-s-s-s!!!" Sandra hissed as her pussy began to stretch around Susan's slender hand. Sandra buried her face in the pillow and braced herself against the ever-increasing pressure she felt as Susan began to work her entire hand back and forth, each time gaining a fraction of an inch of insertion. As Susan continued to push, Sandra lost control and began to cry out in a combination of pain, humiliation and passion, babbling and begging as she felt her pussy began to engulf Susan's hand. Just when Sandra thought she was going to pass out from the pain and stretching, she felt the mouth of her pussy stretch wide, then close over Susan's hand. Susan was in her to the wrist. "On my god! Oh, god yes! That feels so good!" Sandra babbled as Susan first moved her hand in and out, stretching Sandra's pussy lips tight around her wrist. Sandra's squalled in abject desire when Susan slightly opened her hand to fill the hot cavern of the mature woman's vagina. Then without knowing she was doing it, Sandra began to hunch her hips in a fucking motion and frantically attempt to induce her orgasm, only to, at the last second, feel Susan withdraw her hand. Initially pulled onto her toes as the thickest part of Susan's hand hung, then was pulled free, Sandra collapsed in frustration and began to sob uncontrollably. She had never felt so completely humiliated and stimulated at the same time. As she lay on the table gasping and sobbing, she felt the leather straps being removed from her legs. "Resume your position Ms. Tifton," Stone said quietly. Shuddering at the thought of facing these people after her outburst, Sandra stood and with shaking legs stepped over to the spots on the floor, spread her legs and placed her hands behind her neck. Her breath rasped and her breasts rose and fell as she attempted to regain some control of her body. A combination of her own juices and lubricant ran down the insides of her quivering thighs and her anus stung from the prior invasion of her rectum. "Ms. Tifton, we've found nothing to substantiate our suspicion that you were shoplifting in our store. Therefore, per the agreement you signed, we offer you our sincerest apologies." Both Bill and Susan nodded solemnly as they stood staring at Sandra's nude form. "Please feel free to shop here anytime....." At that point there was a knock on the door and Stone turned away from Sandra. "Come in!" Before Sandra could react, the door opened and Miss Johnson, the young woman that witnessed Sandra's consent to a store search, came into the room holding a young woman by the arm. Miss Johnson also had what appeared to be a video cassette in her hand. The young woman had a look of panic on her face, which, upon her seeing Sandra was replaced by a look of stunned horror. Sandra blushed but didn't dare move as both Miss Johnson and the young woman gaped at her nude form held in its erect posture. At this point she was not about to do anything to get Stone's attention. "Yes, Miss Johnson?' Stone intoned. "A clerk in the jewelry department just caught Miss Taylor here shoplifting," Miss Johnson replied quietly. "Thank you!" Stone said sharply. "Miss Taylor, you just stand right there. Miss Johnson, Ms. Tifton is about ready to leave. Please wait outside the door and assist her out to the main floor." "Yes sir!" Miss Johnson replied as she stepped out and closed the door. "You may get dressed Ms. Tifton!" he stated as he stared at the young woman who was staring mouth agape at Sandra's nude form. Sandra tried to be as circumspect as possible getting dressed but there was no privacy and every move exposed a body part. She picked up her panties and bent to step into them, only to hear Bill groan once again as her breasts swung freely and her pussy gaped as she lifted her leg to step in them. She shivered as she felt the now cold, slimy crotch material cup her inflamed and still throbbing pussy and winced as the cups of her bra rubbed the tender, erect nubs of her nipples. She quickly stepped into her skirt and drew on her blouse and was soon going out the door. As the door closed, she heard Stone, "Now Miss Taylor, tell me about what happened out there..." Miss Johnson was waiting outside the door. They walked along the corridor through which Sandra had passed with Stone and finally came to Miss Johnson's office, which was located just off the main floor of the store. Sandra heaved a ragged sigh and said, "Do you mind if I sit in your office for a minute? I'm really shaky." "No problem," Miss Johnson said as she opened the door and held it for Sandra to enter. Sandra dropped into a chair opposite Miss Johnson's deck and breathed a sigh of relief. "They must have really worked you over." Surprised at such a direct statement, Sandra stared at the young woman and the stated flatly, "Yes. Yes they did work me over." "Did they let you cum?" Sandra laughed at the directness of the question. "No, they didn't and I'm about to die!" "Yeah," Miss Johnson stated flatly. "They do that sometimes." "What about the young woman back there?" Sandra asked. "What will happen to her?" "Oh, she'll have it much harder than you!" "Why?" "Because we have her on tape stealing several items over the last three months. Today they set her up and made it easy for her to tuck a $1000 necklace in her panties. They got it on tape. That was the video I had. They'll show it to her and talk about felony theft and prison and before she knows it she'll be on her knees giving Stone a blowjob." "My god!" Sandra exclaimed, shivering both in amazement and need. "Yeah, she'll be in there for hours and when she leaves she'll be one thoroughly used young lady. I've seen tapes of Susan using a strap-on on one girl for almost and hour. And Bill has a monster of a cock that he loves to shove in young ladies' asses. Stone is strictly a blowjob man, but they'll really work her over," the young woman stated as if she were talking about the weather. "My god!" Sandra replied in amazement, shivering in a mixture of regret and relief that those things didn't happen to her. Then it hit her. "Tapes? Was I taped?" Sandra exclaimed in a near panic. "No, we only tape the ones that are caught stealing. In fact, they only let the ones that are caught stealing cum. Kind of ironic, but they fuck 'em for so long they can't prevent them from cumming." "Then why was I targeted?" Sandra asked. "Who knows?" the young woman replied grinning. "I guess Stone was bored and just liked your looks. He has a way about him that almost always result in even innocent women consenting to a store search. Then she looked at her watch and stood. "I've got to go. They will want the cameras on when I take the store search consent form in." "Okay...How do you know she'll sign it?" Sandra asked. "She stole a $1000 piece of jewelry. That's a felony." Miss Johnson replied. "Ah yes. A felony." Sandra muttered almost to herself. They walked back into the hall. "Besides," Miss Johnson smiled as she turned to walk away, "You thought it was going to be simple didn't you? You singed it without reading it. Almost everyone that is taken in that room signs it." Shrugging and giving a weak smile, Sandra nodded as she turned and walked away on shaky legs, every step jarring her pussy and nipples as they continued to throb with sexual need.