Dominated Shoplifter (PM me)

[AnnieD]

Dominated Shoplifter (Closed)

*** Out of character ***

Spoiler alert; this thread will involve some drug/alcohol abuse and some really rough, depraved and forced sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!

Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.

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My character:

http://i.imgur.com/qM0CuRC.jpg

Name: Katie Younge
Age: 18
Height: 5'5
Cup size: 32C

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Some backstory:

Katie is a young college freshman who is eager to join a college sorority. However, their initiation isn't something that comes naturally to the young woman; she has to steal a bottle of alcohol from a particular convenience store. While she believes it's a heist, the sorority sisters are anything but honest; the real test is whether she can get away from a sinister pervert in the store...

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Story/IC:​

"God, really?!"
"Yes! That's the only way that you'll get in."
"B-But isn't that illegal?"​

We were having this lively discussion in my dorm room while I placed my class notes into my neat little binder. In this room with me were Jessica, Tessa and Natalie; three friends that I've made here in NYU and three sorority sisters from (obviously) a sorority that I so desperately wanted to join. Why? Well, it wasn't that I wanted to party with them or anything - far from it, all I enjoyed doing during my spare time was paint, read and study. No, the reason why I desperately wanted to join was because I didn't make friends too easy and because I honestly was a bit of a pushover.

So, you might be asking yourself 'Why are you bringing this up Katie?'

Well, you see most sororities have a requirement in order to get in. Initiation, basically. And for us? It's doing something illegal.

But thankfully, they liked me so it wasn't something too difficult...at least, according to them. Steal a bottle of booze from a convenience store about twenty minutes away from campus. It was this secluded place near the highway, so I didn't have to worry about him calling the cops or anything. Just grab the bottle of booze, run to my car and drive off. How hard could it be?

"Okay! Okay, I'll do it!"

I was going to eat those words...

I guess that they sensed the lack of confidence in me, so Jessica tagged along. Of course, this might be just because they wanted proof. That's the only reason that I could explain the video camera in Jessica's hand while I drove. Of course, the fact that she was filming me made the situation even more nerve wrecking for me.

"Come on, don't be so nervous Katie!" she said as I laughed "You always look so confident in those pictures you take. Do the same here!"

Those pictures? Oh right, I was a...I guess, part-time model. No, no - it wasn't anything big! I just took photos for a startup clothing company. It didn't pay very well, but it definitely helped me with my self-esteem! Or at least, it did unless I dove in too deeply into the comments left behind by twenty or so users.

http://i.imgur.com/fbmtHAg.jpg
"Maybe posing for a thong got the wrong kind of attention..."​

But this didn't feel like any selfie. No, this was serious. What if I got caught? What would happen to me? Who was working there today? Were there any security guards?

I figured that this was as good a time as any to ask these questions to Jessica.

"God, Katie." she laughed "Nothing to worry about! The place is not even that big and there is only one guy working. The only thing to worry about is that he's a bit of a pervert, but that's it."

"Pervert?"

"Yeah, he has been accused of harassing women and seeing as you're practically a model, you should probably just leave as soon as you get the booze."

Right, um - so I do have a bit of a hot body. I mean, I am a bit petite (5'5") but I'm really fit from my constant swimming and cardio. I have a bit of that 'sexy' look and I have a pair of modest 32C cup breasts. But really gets the attention of men is my big butt. Yep, all that exercise really gave me a tushie that I could be proud of.

Soon enough, I found the place and I opened the door. Jessica filmed me, even as I stepped towards the store.

"You might want to hide that famous ass of yours, Katie." she said with a laugh before closing the passenger door. Now I really was all alone.

With a deep breath, I stood in front of the shop and entered.

Just get the booze bottle and get out of here...

http://i.imgur.com/y7WjHMv.gif​

 

[Setanta84]

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Name: Cecil Schwartz
Height: 6'0''
Weight: 250

Cecil was not a very lucky or happy man. After high school, he could not afford college and drifted from one dead-end job to another until he found this position at a convenience store.

While tall and--in his youth--fit he also wasn't conventionally attractive. The sheer hopelessness of life in Staten Island drove him to drink a lot of cheap beer at night and he developed a paunch. As his hair receded, his already slim prospects dwindled to none and he started to let himself go. He stopped shaving, he stopped combing his hair. It was a productive day when he showered and brushed his teeth.

This sorry state of affairs led him to spend a lot of time on the internet. And he started to see all women the way the videos he jacked off to portrayed them. He started openly leering at women in the store, jacking off to the video feed in the security room, hanging around the college and high school campuses too much--and generally earning the reputation of the creepy pervert who works at the corner store.

The one impressive physical asset that remained for Cecil was his rather large cock. It was about 10'' long and thick as his sizable wrist. The few women who did sleep with him during his teens, twenties, and the earlier years of his thirties tended to sleep with him more than once due to it. But now those benefits were gone and it was just a grind to be able to rub it without people noticing when something attractive came in the store.

And it lurched to life the second Cecil looked up and saw that gray-clad ass flouncing through his store. He vaguely recognized it--but he spent a large amount of time on the internet. His breathing got heavy and his heart raced as the left leg of his jeans rapidly started to fill. He started rubbing his hand over the tumescence.

 

[AnnieD]

So I entered the store and with my purse in hand, I used my free hand to try to pull down on my baseball cap - as if that would hide my face or anything. You have to understand that this whole 'heist' was a bit nerve wrecking for someone like me. You know that I never even got a jaywalking ticket in my life? Yeah. I grew up being taught that stealing was bad. I ignored the cashier and headed towards the alcohol aisle and I looked at the booze.

Wait - what was I supposed to do again? Anything would work, right?

I shrugged my hesitation away and picked up a bottle of Smirnoff. It was the only brand that I recognized anyway.

So I headed towards the exit with the bottle in hand. I was supposed to simply run out and get in the car asap. It wasn't some overly complicated plan and it shouldn't have been something for me to struggle with. But like I said, I was a good girl and the whole stealing thing? It was a bit much.

So why not just ask him for help? The cashier looked like a nice guy so maybe he'd let me off the hook.

"Sir." I said in my most goodie-two shoes voice. I hold the Smirnoff Ice and leave it on the counter. I was a bit timid from the expression on his face, which looked a bit...stern, I guess.

"I'm sorry, but this is really embarrassing. I left my money at home and well...um...it's a long way back. I was wondering if we could leave this on my tab?" I asked, my heart racing about one hundred beats per minute! People did that right? Put tabs on drinks?

 

[Setanta84]

"Sir, I'm sorry, but this is really embarrassing. I left my money at home and well...um...it's a long way back. I was wondering if we could leave this on my tab?"

Cecil had been mesmerized by the young lady's ass and rubbing his cock. Hard. The curvy little bitch engaging him at all broke Cecil out of something of a trance.

And that's when Cecil looked out the window and saw her. Jessica. The sick little twist from NYU. She used to love coming into the store during freshman year and teasing Cecil just to see the large bulge appear in his jeans. Merciless cock tease. She'd do anything to get him to nearly cum in his pants and then run off giggling.

The last couple years, around sorority rush period, Jessica would show up with some clueless, sheltered bimbo dressed like a porn star and sit in the car videotaping. Cecil had spent more time than he cared to admit jerking off to fantasies of what Jessica did with those tapes.

The bitch snickered when they made eye contact, put the camera down, blew Cecil a kiss and drove off.

Cecil was tired of getting teased by these little sluts. He was going to get some pussy tonight--one way or the other.

"Sure, you just have to drink a bit of it with me," he growled. Getting up, Cecil displayed his bulge at eye level with the fat-bottomed pledge and then turned to lock the door and flip the sign hanging on it from 'Open' to 'Closed.'

 

[AnnieD]

"Sure, you just have to drink a bit of it with me," he said, getting up and that's when I saw - oh my gosh, was that his dick? I mean it wasn't out or anything, but it was pushing out against his pants. Wait, maybe it was just a uh... a pocket of air in his pants? I tried my best to give him the benefit of the doubt...

Against my better judgement, I agreed.

"Okay, I can do that." I tell him, and he gives me a big grin. I didn't notice it right away, but he changed the sign in front of the door from OPEN to CLOSED. Maybe if I had noticed that right away that I wouldn't have been so eager to go in the back with him. Eventually, he started to lead me to the back of the store and I followed.

On my way there, I glanced at the window and...Wait, did Jessica leave? With this guy that she went on about being a bad guy? Was this some form of prank?

 

[Setanta84]

"Okay, I can do that."

Cecil's cock throbbed at the words. And nearly lurched in his pants when he turned around and saw that big ass jiggling its way into the backroom.

When the hot little bitch finally paused and noticed Jessica ditched her, Cecil grew bold. He pinned her to the wall with his forearm from behind and grabbed her left ass cheek. It felt so good in his hand.

"Fuck, for a dumb slut, you have a sweet ass," Cecil growled as he started breathing heavily down her neck and getting more aggressive with his fondling. "Your friend and I have a history. She dared you to steal the bottle you're want on your 'tab,' didn't she? Show me your ID. I'd hate to discover I'm giving a minor alcohol." Cecil started grinding his bulge into the crack of the bitch's ass and breathing harder. "Even a minor with a fucking amazing ass."

 

[AnnieD]

"AH!" I cried out in pain when he grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. I was pushed up against the wall and I tried to turn my head back to see what was going on but soon, I became preoccupied by something else; his hand grabbed my left ass cheek. It gripped on the surface, his greedy hand unable to full cover the cheek but in its attempt to bundle up the material more between both cheeks.

"Fuck, for a dumb slut, you have a sweet ass,"
"S-Stop!" I whined, panicking as my legs began to tremble.
"Your friend and I have a history. She dared you to steal the bottle you're want on your 'tab,' didn't she? Show me your ID. I'd hate to discover I'm giving a minor alcohol."

Even in my panic, I wondered just what history Jessica and this pervert had? Was I set up? Was this part of my initiation?

"Snap out of it Katie!" I thought to myself "You're in trouble!"


"Stooop!" I cried out, feeling that huge bulge pressing against my bum, resting in between both round cheeks.

"Even a minor with a fucking amazing ass." he continued, breathing down my neck.

I needed to get out of this? Could giving my ID to him help me out and give me an opportunity to escape?

"It-It's in my right pocket!" I told him, desperate to make this stop.