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| - | With no where to turn, you step out of the stall and offer up the suit. The guard takesit, then grabs you by the arm and pulls you next to him. You struggle to escape, and he presses you tighter. | + | With nowhere to turn, you step out of the stall and offer up the suit. The guard takes it, then grabs you by the arm and pulls you next to him. You struggle to escape, and he presses you tighter. |
| - | "Do you know How much this costs?" he growls. You shake your head. "Its a designer peice. $645.98. Have you taken anything else?" You shake your head again. he takes you down to the mall security wing, and locks you in a holding room. You sit down onto a small table.
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| - | All That you can do is | + | "Do you know How much this costs?" he growls. You shake your head. "It's a designer piece. $645.98. Have you taken anything else?" |
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| | + | You shake your head again. He takes you down to the mall security wing and locks you in a holding room. You sit down onto a small table. |
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| - | A few minuets later, another officer walks in.
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| - | "Please stand, mam." you comply. "You've been detained for theft in excess of $500, possibly more. I've been required to do a strip search upon you to ensure that you are not hiding anything else. Please remove all of your clothes, and deposit them on this table."
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| - | You stare at him. "Serious?"
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| - | "Yes, 'serious'" he says, exasperated. You nervously lift off your shirt, kick off your flip-flops, and drop your skirt.
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| - | "Everything, mam,"he says. You slowly undo your bra and cover your brests with one arm while you lower your thong. You cross your legs and throw the thong onto the table, then quickly bring your hand back and cup it around your vagina. He collects your clothes into a tray on the table and pulls a flashlight out of his pocket. You can see that his penis is as hard as a rock, and he doesn't seem to be hiding it. He walks toward you and laugs at your expression. You quickly look away.
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| - | He looks your uncoverd body up and down, than points to your mouth and says, "Open,". He steps towards you with the flashlight. As he looks into your mouth, his thigh touches yours. He takes another step toward you. His erect penis presses against the hand covering your crotch. You shudder. He steps back, and points to the table.
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| - | "Please bend over and place your hands on this table," he says. You hesitate, but with no choice, you let your boobs hang out loose and expose your vagina and follow his order. He bends down behind you.
| + | '''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.'' |
| - | "Spread your legs, please,". You do it. You stiffen as you feel a cold probe slide gently up your anus, then pull it down lightly. "Nothing," He says, sliding it out. You move to stand up. "Wait," He says. You return to your position, and nearly jump into the air when you feel the probe touch the edge of your vagina, then slowly slid up it, shooting jolts of sensation up your back. Juice leaks out of you, and your nipples get as hard as stones.
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With nowhere to turn, you step out of the stall and offer up the suit. The guard takes it, then grabs you by the arm and pulls you next to him. You struggle to escape, and he presses you tighter.
"Do you know How much this costs?" he growls. You shake your head. "It's a designer piece. $645.98. Have you taken anything else?"
You shake your head again. He takes you down to the mall security wing and locks you in a holding room. You sit down onto a small table.
