You can't help but wiggle
From Create Your Own Story
You refrain from moving for a minute or two, but as he slides his second finger in, your hips buck of their own accord.
"Alright, ma'am, you've made it necessary for us to restrain you," he says, and leaves the room, only to shortly return with plastic zip ties like the ones used to attach prices to items. He ties each of your ankles to each of the table legs on that side. Looking at his partner, he remarks, "You could at least be probing her throat while I work back here. Take this," as he tosses the first guard something over you. You quickly find out that the something was a ring gag. Mumbling your apprehension as it is forcing into your mouth, the tall guard assures you, "It's standard protocol, ma'am."
The skinny guard reinserts two fingers and begins to pull at your asshole, widening it, as the short guard unzips his pants to reveal his half-flaccid cock, still freshly wet from fucking you. "Tongue out, thief," the short guard orders, laying his cock on your outstretched tongue.
"You said you felt it while you were probing her?" the skinny guard asks. His partner nods. "Let's see if I can find it then," he says as he begins to fuck your ass.
The two men spit roast you, still tied to the table, for a good half hour before they finish with you. Unceremoniously, they dump your clothes in your lap and tell you to get out. "If we ever catch you stealing again," the skinny guard warns, "you'll get in real trouble." You walk out of the guard room and back into the mall, freshly pig-fucked.
