Shopping & Fucking

In the quiet of 3 a.m. Lucy could hear the strip light buzzing and the freezer cabinets humming as she aimlessly walked the aisles of the 24 hour supermarket. Unable to sleep, she idly picked up items from shelves, looking at them distractedly before putting them down and moving on. The supermarket was vast and almost empty, just a few bored security guards wandering up and down and a couple of girls gossiping and picking their nails at the check-out. Lucy trailed her finger-tips across bottles of shampoo and jars of lotions as she walked past the cosmetics shelves. On an impulse, she curled her fingers around a lipstick, swiftly nestling it deep in her cleavage before walking on, cheeks glowing.

As she turned the corner she jumped guiltily, gazing up wide eyed at the stern face of the security guard who towered over her.

“Excuse me Miss, I think we need a word in private.”

“But why?” stammered Lucy, taking a step back and squealing as she bumped into another guard standing close behind her. He wrapped his fingers tightly round her arm.

“Just come with us Miss.”

They led her through the plastic dust-doors into the stock room, a cold, concrete-floored room piled high with boxes and trolleys.

“That’s better, now that we’ve got some peace and quiet we can take our time Miss.”

“But I haven’t done anything, I…”

Lucy’s arms were tugged roughly behind her back and she was held fast. As she struggled the first guard slid his hand across her tits, cupping them and rubbing her nipples through the thin, tight fabric of her shirt.

“Hey, you can’t do that…”

“Shut up, I know what I’m looking for.” And he slid his hand inside her shirt, its buttons popping open, the lipstick dropping from her cleavage into his hand as Lucy’s tits sprang free.

“This didn’t get there by itself.”

“Okay, I took it but that doesn’t mean you’ve got the right to frisk me and…”

Lucy gasped as he slapped her face.

“You’re a thief and now you have to pay.”

Tearfully Lucy begged, “Please don’t call the police, I swear it’s the first time…”

The second guard tightened his grip on her arms and said to his colleague, “I think this is a job for Ursula.” They both sniggered and the first guard flipped the intercom on the wall. “Could Ursula please come to the stock room where her talents are urgently required.”

Lucy blinked away tears unhappily as she looked Ursula up and down. She was tall and curvaceous, her supermarket overall straining across her breasts and hugging her hips. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly into a pony tail, emphasising her high cheekbones and slanting green eyes. Glossy scarlet lipstick – the same shade Lucy had stolen – made her soft, wide mouth glisten and as her long, nylon-clad legs brushed against her overalls she rustled, each step closer an invitation. Lucy blushed deeply, ashamed to be under scrutiny by Ursula, with her eyes smudged by tears and her tits on display like this. She lowered her gaze as Ursula drew close.

Lifting Lucy’s chin with her fingers, Ursula looked into her eyes. “Well, what have you done girl?”

“We caught her stealing,” the first guard brandished the lipstick but Ursula didn’t look at it, she kept staring at Lucy.

“Maybe she’s got more stuff?” added the second guard.

“No, I swear, honestly…” blurted out Lucy. The second guard let go of her arms, drawing his truncheon from its holster and smacking it sharply against Lucy’s arse, making her shriek.

“LIAR. You only talk when you’re asked a question.”

He grabbed her hair and shoved her forwards, bending her over a pile of boxes.

“Please,” whimpered Lucy, “I’ve never taken anything else. You’re hurting me…”

“Hand me the cuffs, she’s squirming too much.”

Struggling and protesting, Lucy’s wrists were cuffed tightly in the small of her back. “What are you doing? You can’t do this to me! It’s illegal!”

The first guard began to peel Lucy’s knickers down while the second kept his hand pressed to the back of her neck.

“Let me go! Right now! Oh please…”

“We have to continue the search.”

Twisting her head to one side, Lucy gasped as she saw that Ursula was snapping a latex glove onto her hand. It glistened with lubricant. Stepping briskly over to where Lucy lay splayed out she said, in a businesslike way, “We’ll begin with a vaginal inspection.”

“Noooo! There’s nothing hidden, I swear…” Lucy’s pleas turned to squeals as Ursula roughly thrust four fingers into her pussy. Slowly she drew them back again until only her fingertips rested between Lucy’s sticky pussy lips. Gradually she eased her thumb between them alongside her fingers while Lucy sobbed. “No! No more, please! No more!”

“Shut up thief,” replied Ursula coldly. “Let me search you.” She forced her fingers and thumb back into Lucy’s cunt, ignoring her howls as Ursula’s hand slid in up to its wrist. As she slowly rotated her fist inside her, Lucy bit her lip, shifting her hips and breathing fast, riding the pain until it subsided to a deep throbbing pulse and her juices began to trickle down Ursula’s wrist. She whimpered as Ursula swiftly pulled her hand out, Lucy’s pussy gaping open for a moment.

“Now we move on to a rectal inspection. Hold her arsehole open for me will you?”

Lucy wriggled furiously as the first guard’s thumbs dug into her buttocks, parting her arse cheeks wide. Ursula shoved two fingers into Lucy’s arse making her squeal and buck sharply.

“Enough, please! No more! I can’t take any more!”

“She’s tight. Hand me your truncheon.”

“No, no! You can’t…”

Bending, Ursula began to lap carefully at Lucy’s arsehole, moistening its rim and then probing the tip of her tongue inside it. Lucy moaned, her eyes shut, her lips parted. As Ursula licked deeper Lucy began to drool onto the boxes she lay across. She stretched her tongue out, licking up the saliva she had spilled, her tongue imitating the action of Ursula’s.

“What’s this?” asked the second guard, “No more protest thief? You like Ursula’s tongue?”

Abruptly, Ursula stood up, taking the proffered truncheon and trailing her tongue along its shaft, spitting on its tip and sucking it between her scarlet lips.

“Go on Ursula,” said the first guard, “do your duty.”

Pressing the cold truncheon tip to Lucy’s puckered arsehole, Ursula began to gently press and twist it inside her.

Lucy struggled free of the second guard’s grip on her neck, throwing her head back, eyes and mouth wide in a scream of horror as the truncheon was shoved deeper.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

As Ursula continued to bugger her, Lucy’s screams grew weaker until they were barely a murmur. Her body gradually ceased to thrash until it just twitched limply. Eventually the second guard tugged on her hair, yanking her unconscious face up.

“Get her ready,” said Ursula.

* * *

Lucy came round, cold and stiff, her limbs aching and stretched. She blinked nervously, her eyes adjusting to the gloom of this dark recess of the stock room. She twisted, trying to look behind her to understand what it was she was tied to. It seemed to be a huge metal wheel of some kind, part of the mechanics for moving shelf units. She shuddered, naked and terrified, tried to scream for help but no sound came from her throat at first. A few more tries and finally she broke into a full-throated scream.

“HELP! HELP ME!!!”

“No use yelling,” said a voice close behind her. Lucy jerked in shock, cringing away from fist one, then another figure. The security guards had rid themselves of their uniforms and wore only leather masks that covered the whole of their faces, buckled securely at the neck, the eye holes a slit behind which their eyes glittered cruelly. She could no longer tell them apart. The one who spoke had opened the zip at the mouth of his mask, the other was firmly zipped closed.

Tremblingly, Lucy whispered, “What are you going to do to me? Oh please God let me go…”

The first guard reached up, as though to untie her wrist. But instead, he grabbed the metal wheel and spun it round sharply until Lucy hung upside down, her hair streaming down to the floor.

“That’s much more convenient,” he laughed, and Lucy whimpered as she realised her face was now level with the two guards’ stiff, bobbing cocks, each huge and thick and quivering, flushed dark with blood, their balls tight, the first drop of cum trembling at their tips. The first guard tried to press the head of his cock to Lucy’s lips but she twisted her head away.

“Open your mouth, bitch!”

“No, I feel sick”

“You’d better do as you’re told…” Lucy looked up, shocked at the sound of Ursula’s voice. She had swapped her overalls for thigh-length PVC boots and a harness of straps that bound her heavy breasts tightly, offering them up before slinking between her thighs, splitting her swollen pussy lips and then travelling up between her round, juddering buttocks. Lucy felt a stab of shame as her clit throbbed and swelled a little at this sight. The first guard took advantage of her momentary distraction and, grabbing her firmly by the chin, he forced the head of his monstrous cock into her mouth, making her cheeks bulge.

Lucy began to splutter and gag, choking as he steadily drove his cock deeper into her throat while Ursula continued to lecture her.

“…Do you have any idea how much petty theft costs the economy every year? All because of little tarts like you who never think of the consequences of their actions. So we decided that we would show thieves that their actions have consequences they’ll never forget. We rehabilitate them.”

Lucy struggled wildly against her bonds as his balls pressed against her nose and she began to gasp for air, her raw throat contracting against his twitching cock as she choked, saliva dripping down her face. Pulling back for a second he let her breathe in deeply before ramming his cock back into her throat, fucking it brutally, his balls slapping her face, her whole body jerking with each thrust, thighs trembling, tits bouncing. With a growl he pumped his spunk into her mouth and throat. As he drew out, Lucy began to cough his spunk out and it dripped down her face. Between her coughs she managed to choke out, “Please stop!”

“We’re not finished yet thief. How long have you been stealing?”

Lucy went on spluttering and gulping down air, unable to answer. The second guard wrapped his fingers firmly round her neck to steady her before driving his cock into her throat, grunting happily to himself as her throat muscles closed tightly round his shaft in choking spasms. Feebly, Lucy began to lap at his thrusting cock, anxious to have the ordeal finished quickly, willing him to cum and end it.

“Well,” said Ursula, watching closely. “Are you going to answer?” Lucy gazed at her with wide eyes, unable to speak. The first guard stroked his cock as it stiffened again before sidling in beside his colleague and forcing the head of his cock between Lucy’s trembling lips. She moaned, panic-stricken, as she felt both cocks inside her mouth. Slowly they slid deeper, their heads rubbing against the inside of her cheeks. She tried to move her tongue out of the way to give them more room but only succeeded in fluttering it across the tips of both cocks. With a bellow the second guard spurted her mouth full of cum, followed seconds later by the first guard who flooded her until it dripped from her lips, stinging her nostrils and eyes as it trickled into them.

Ursula and the two guards looked down at Lucy. Her face was pink and smeared with spunk, glistening and smudged with mascara. Her eyelashes fluttered fitfully as her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her breathing ragged as her tits trembled.

“Let her down,” said Ursula. ”She’s had enough for today.”

* * *

Lucy slept, curled inside a packing crate, a potato sack pulled over her for warmth. Her body was so exhausted that she slept dreamlessly until Ursula roughly shook her awake. She dressed Lucy in a tightly-laced PVC corset that scooped her tits up and thrust them out tremblingly. From its bottom edge two narrow straps ran between her thighs, outlining her cunt and arse and then joining into one strap that ran between her buttocks. During this humiliating game of dressing up, Lucy protested nervously.

“You can’t keep me here. My father will be expecting me. He’ll call the police…”

“Relax, your daddy won’t be doing that because he had a text off you last night to say you were staying with friends.”

“What! How dare you! This can’t be happening, it’s a nightmare!”

As Lucy raised her voice, Ursula slapped her, sending her sprawling onto the floor. “You’re going to learn all about nightmares.” She held a mask in her hands.

“What are you doing?” whimpered Lucy.

“It’s all part of the rehabilitation programme,” replied Ursula as she tugged the mask over Lucy’s head. It covered the whole of her head, her hair scraped trough a hole in the top into a pony tail. It came down over her eyes and fitted snugly round her neck, leaving only her nose and mouth free. The PVC was tight and squeezed her skin gently. Ursula attached a lead to a ring that dangled from the masks’ neck and yanked Lucy to her feet, leading her blindly over the freezing concrete. They pushed through plastic dust doors again and for one horrified moment Lucy thought she was being led back into the supermarket. But the cold air hit her skin and she realised they were outside the building. Ursula led her across a courtyard and into another building.

“She’s all yours.”

“What brings you here girl?” asked a strange female voice kindly. As Lucy heard Ursula’s footsteps retreating she hissed urgently, “Please, you sound like a normal person, please you have to listen to me…”

“Lie down on the bench behind you.”

“No, let me finish, I have to explain and…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” replied the woman with a new hard edge to her voice. Lucy’s arms were gripped hard and the woman brought her knee up sharply, winding Lucy as she connected with her belly. Lucy grunted and slumped back onto the bench.

“Behave yourself!” snapped the woman, jerking Lucy’s ponytail and pulling her flat on her back. Lucy squealed and kicked as the strange woman strapped her ankles and wrists to the four corners of the bench.

“What are you doing? Why?” sobbed Lucy. “What do you want from me? I’ll turn you into the police, let me go, oh God I’m begging you!”

“You can stop your blubbering right now girl. I don’t think turning us in to the police would be too bright under the circumstances, do you?”

Lucy strained to listen to the sound of squeaky wheels, a trolley of some sort being pushed to the foot of the bench. Her head snapped to one side as she heard the sound of a plug being switched on at the wall. The low hum of a machine warming up was the background to a box being thrown open and the sound of rummaging.

“Which one shall I use this time?” pondered the woman to herself. “Maybe one of my favourites, a nice slim one that will go in easily and deep? No, actually I think a really long thick one is what we need today.”

“For God’s sake!” cried Lucy. “What are you going to do to me? Answer me!”

The woman slid her fingers between Lucy’s pussy lips, parting them and Lucy shuddered as she felt the firm pressure of a thick, ridged dildo touching them. She started to whimper, “No, I beg you…” but her words were drowned out by the click of the machine being switched on, it’s throbbing vibrations, and Lucy’s own howls as the machine’s wheel turned, its piston thrust and all ten inches of the dildo slammed, quivering, into her cunt. Screaming she tried to arch away from it, straining at her wrists and ankles. The machine began to pick up speed, rattling on its trolley as it thrummed and pumped, driving unstoppably into her bruised and swollen cunt.

“Please!” gasped Lucy desperately. “Please it’s too big, it’s hurting me…”

“Stop whining girl,” said the woman and Lucy felt her bend over the tormenting dildo, felt the cold drip of lubricant on her pussy lips.

“Now stop crying and enjoy what you’re getting girl.”

As the lubricated dildo hammered into her increasingly wet and sloppy cunt, Lucy began to moan and purr to herself, thrusting up to meet its strokes.

“Starting to like it better now girl?”

“Yessss, oh fuck yes!”

“Show me how much you’re enjoying it,” said the woman, fingering Lucy’s stiff and throbbing clit.

“It’s good isn’t it girl?” She leaned over Lucy and kissed her deeply, their tongues fighting, their lips crushed together, teeth clashing. Pulling away, the stranger straddled Lucy’s face, sitting on it and wriggling her hips, smothering Lucy and smearing her face with juice. Lucy groaned as she forced her tongue into the woman’s cunt, lapping it hungrily, sucking on her clit and flickering her tongue lightly across its tip before gently nipping it and licking her from the rim of her arsehole back up to the tip of her tingling clit.

The woman bent forward, tickling Lucy’s clit with her tongue as the dildo flew in and out of her slit, faster than ever, feeling the vibrations the terrible machine caused on her tongue through Lucy’s flesh. As she started to cum she sat up a little from Lucy’s face, using her fingers to rub at her own clit and spread her pussy open, dripping juice onto Lucy’s outstretched tongue.

Lucy licked her lips, sighing as the machine was finally switched off, the wheel still spinning for a few moments, growing slower as the power drained from it, the dildo stabbing a few last times into her pulpy cunt. It took Lucy a minute to realise that she was alone. She peeled the mask from her eyes and saw the open door.

Looking around feverishly she saw the overalls hanging up on pegs. Taking one and wrapping it loosely around her body she fled on trembling legs, her thighs still slick with juice, running on bare feet across the courtyard, through the stockroom and blinking as she entered the brightly-lit supermarket. She had lost all track of time, not sure if it was day or night, dizzy from hunger. As she ran past, she took a packet of biscuits off the shelf, anything to satisfy her hunger. In her haste, she slammed right into the broad body that blocked the exit. Looking up, Lucy sobbed as she realised she had been caught once again by the security guards, now back in their uniforms. And again, she was leaving the shop with an item she had not paid for.

* * *

Lucy wept as she wrestled in the security guards’ grip. “No, please, not again! Let me go! LET ME GOOOOOO!!!”

They thrust her to the floor where she sprawled on her belly, her overall open and falling off her shoulders. A few curious shoppers gazed over from the checkout but didn’t pause from loading up their bags. Lucy saw the shiny tips of a pair of PVC boots before her face and she slowly lifted her head to gaze up at Ursula, wearing her overall again in the shop.

“You haven’t learned a thing, have you thief?”

“I didn’t mean to steal anything, I promise, but I was so hungry…”

“Oh, well why didn’t you say so sooner?” Ursula took the leash at Lucy’s neck and hauled her down the aisle, the overall slipping right off her as she crawled on her hands and knees, naked except for her harness.

“Please, you have to let me go, I’ve been punished…”

“Not until we’ve fed you.”

Taking a jar of honey from the shelf, Ursula perched on the edge of a freezer cabinet at the back of the shop. The security guards set out cones reading ‘Warning: Slippery Surfaces Ahead’, blocking off the aisle from curious shoppers. Unbuttoning her overall, Ursula poured honey into the hollows of her thighs and over the lips of her pussy, spreading it with her fingers to drip a little honey deep inside. She jerked sharply on Lucy’s lead and tugged her head between her thighs. With a resigned sigh, Lucy began to lick. The honey dripped down Ursula’s shiny boots and so Lucy began there, licking the PVC clean before lapping at her sticky thighs. Gradually, using only her tongue, smearing her face with honey, Lucy worked Ursula’s pussy open, plunging into it to lick it out, sucking on her pussy lips and on her clit, licking a trickle of honey from the crack of her buttocks. Occasionally Ursula would pour a little more honey into her cunt and make Lucy start again until Lucy was sated and sick and dizzy.

Ursula led Lucy, on her hands and knees, into the office and ordered her to sit down. Lucy sat meekly on the office swivel chair, too exhausted and humiliated to resist. Opening a desk drawer, she took out a length of soft white cord. Lucy flopped unresistingly as Ursula tied her wrists in the small of her back then wound the cord tightly around her upper arms, drawing them tight and forcing Lucy’s tits to jut out. She wound the cord around Lucy’s tits, crushing them against her ribs then, lifting each of Lucy’s feet up to rest on the seat of the chair, she tied her ankles to the chair’s arms, forcing her thighs wide and exposing her split cunt.

With a laugh, Ursula span the chair and Lucy moaned dizzily as the room span around her. When she came to rest, Ursula had gone and the store manager stood before her.

“So you’re the young lady I have to punish? I think your rehabilitation programme is almost finished.”

“So you’ll let me go soon?”

“Almost certainly. Just one or two final things.”

As he spoke he slowly undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, kicking his shoes and socks off and stepping out of his trousers. Lucy’s mouth dried as she looked at his monstrous cock, twitching eagerly and jutting out proudly. She swallowed nervously as he knelt between her thighs, opening her cunt wider with his fingers and smoothly sliding his cock inside her with a single thrust.

“Please don’t…” she screamed.

“Screaming makes everything take longer. If you ever want to get out of here I’d advise you to keep your mouth shut and do as you’re told young lady.”

Lucy bit her lip and moaned as his cock thrust roughly into her. Her angle in the chair made the underside of her clit press against his shaft and she orgasmed, shuddering and gasping after only a few moments. Pulling his still-stiff cock from her trembling pussy, he pressed it against her arsehole, smiling evilly down at her and saying, “OK, now you can scream.”

“No, not there please!” she wailed. “It’s too big, stop it! Stop it!”

She struggled furiously against the cords and against his body but to no avail.

“Keep fighting it slut, keep fighting,” he hissed, forcing it deeper.

“NO, NO MORE!”

“You can take it slut, after all you’ve been through with my staff I know you can take it.”

Lucy screwed her eyes shut and took it.

Lying in the gutter outside the back of the shop, her ripped clothes tossed out negligently after her, Lucy swore bitterly she would never come within sight of the supermarket again. Gingerly she felt the rope burns on her wrists and ankles, her arsehole stinging and her pussy bruised and sticky. In the distance she heard the sudden hum of a lorry starting up and she trembled as she thought of the hum of the machine, its brutal dildo nailing her remorselessly.

But in fact it was only a couple of days before Lucy found herself wandering the cosmetics aisle again. She slipped a lipstick – the scarlet lipstick Ursula wore – into her cleavage. As she passed through the doors the alarm of the detector bleeped into life. Lucy stopped, waiting for the security guard’s hand on her shoulder, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.