Bravely sneak out of the store in your smuggled silk.

You have already risked your life and liberty for the hottest handjob of your young life, endured a sticky, spunky kiss for the taste of the tongue underneath it, and stashed slutty lingerie under your boi clothes for the promise of being naked with a gorgeous geek, so what's one more dare? You try to appear as natural as possible, blushing bright red, visibly boned, with beads of sweat running rampant down your face. Oddly enough, that seems to describe more than a few boys shopping 'for their girlfriends' here, so when you walk out of the door with your eyes staring at your feet, no one seems to pay you any mind.

You have to keep reminding yourself not to break out into a run the moment you get out into the mall. You **** yourself to walk at a casual pace, every step making your heart pound harder and faster until you worry the hideous beating will give you away. The perverts and predators waiting in dark corridors of the mall do little to calm your nerves. They seem to have more interest in you now than they did when you had a half pint hottie at your side. You tell yourself they just think a boy alone is easier prey, but you can't help but wonder if they can hear the swish of your stockings, see a subtle new sway to your ass, smell your percolating precum. You keep your eyes locked to the horizon and keep moving towards the brightly lit, clean tile of the newer sections of the mall.

Then you see her, Maddie, the once mousey minx and so called submissive that's had you ensnared in her erotically charged escapades all morning. She looks almost proud of you, and you can almost make out a look of, dare you say it...desire. You feel a new swagger to your step as you make large, for you anyway, strides towards her. You can almost taste her lipgloss...and then you feel a heavy hand land on your shoulder and a gruff voice growl, "Security. Come with me, skell." And Maddie's smile grows wider as you are dragged away into the darkness.

"Hey! What are you doing?! I haven't done anything! I have rights! Please! Let me go! My girlfriend is waiting for me!" You struggle and beg for release, but the security guard just effortlessly pulls you deeper and deeper into the bowels of the mall. He is a giant of a man, with a stern, stony countenance and a brutal buzz cut. He doesn't appear to be the open minded or forgiving type, and you dread what he will do when he discovers you in your pilfered panties. Worst of all, in spite of your stark terror, or perhaps because of it, your cock is still rock hard and showing no signs of softening.

Finally, you reach a dimly lit, dirty corridor with a steel door at the end. The mall cop pulls you inside and locks the door behind you. He sits on the otherside of a heavy metal desk opposite a wall covered in monitors and leaves you squirming and almost sobbing as he starts filling out a piece of paper that reads, 'Trespass notification and shoplifting prosecution form.' You try to think of someway, anyway to get out of this without ending up in jail or worse, but you can't think of anything that will move this brick wall of a man.

The guard turns on a tape recorder and begins narrating. "This is Security Officer Dredd documenting the interrogation and confession of shoplifting suspect. At exactly 0900 I recieved a call of a shoplifting incident at The Enchanted Forest. I apprehended the suspect based on video footage and am now verifying the stolen materials based on a strip search of the perp." You grow increasingly panicked with every word, and when he says, "Strip. Or I'll do it for you," you know you are damned.

"Please I can explain. I was there with a girl...she dared me and..." you trail off and sigh, knowing you wouldn't believe your story if you heard it either. You peel off your shirt, revealing your bra and embarrassingly erect nipples, shimmy out of your shoes and socks giving a peek of your rainbow colored silk stockings, and pull off your pants revealing your rigid rod straining your sparkly pink panties. You would gladly take the **** penalty as an alternative punishment if it could be administered immediately. Instead you blush and sniffle and stand scared shitless before the steely stare of Officer Dredd.

Dredd glares at you for what feels like hours then finally breaks the silence with a growl, "A dare? Did she dare you to get a hard on too, you little sissy slut? You think you're the first closet case I've caught stealing panties? No. Not by a long shot. But lucky for you, you're the cutest I've caught, and that might just save your ass if you play ball." You feel a pang of helpless hope at his implication, immediately followed by icy tentacles of despair as you realize what he is suggesting. "For starters, I'll need to frisk you."

"But..." you start to object, but silence yourself as the guard squints at you. He makes his way from around the desk, towering over you as you tremble beneath him. His hands slide down your chest, slipping beneath your bra and teasing your tortuously hard nipples. You manage to muffle an involuntary moan, but Dredd seems to sense his effect on you regardless. He moves behind you, running his hands across your hips and squeezing your plump ass before spreading it wide. You fail to suppress a whimper and you feel his rumbling laugh roll through you. You want to tell him you aren't a sissy. That it's just the first time you've been touched there by anyone, and your nerve endings don't know his heavy hands from a hot chick's, but you are too busy trying not to cry out again as he caresses your lithe legs.

"Hrmm. I think we might need to do a cavity search...if you know what I mean." Dredd stands up and you can feel his bulge throbbing between your cheeks. You stand stock still, not wanting to encourage him any further and hoping for some miracle to save you from this monster. "Or...maybe you could wrap those pretty lips of yours around my cock and apologize that way? If you do, I might even tell the sex shop that you got away. What do you say, sissy?"

You are stuck between a cock and a hard place. If you don't do what he wants willingly, he will probably take you by **** and then turn you in. If you do suck his cock, you don't know how you will be able to look Maddie in the eyes ever again. Unless...maybe this is exactly the kind of thing she would love to hear about?