11-02-2023, 10:42 PM
"Ahhh!" Mom gasped in disbelief, as Paul used the wand to lift each heavily engorged tit, letting them drop and jiggle. She stood still, but even with her facemask on, you could see her jaw gaped open, as if she were frozen and unable to respond. He had his fingers wrapped around the wand's handle, but as he passed over her nipple he closed them. The back of his fingers, caught, held, and pulled her left nipple. Mom's entire tit shook. After he released her nipple, a small wet spot quickly formed on her blouse. Paul then tried pulling the same trick on her other nipple.
"You can't do that!" Mom finally said, pushing the wand away. She stood in front of Paul, offended, and ready to slap him with a raised hand.
Paul quickly grabbed her wrist and scanned under her tits again, ignoring her. His fingers pressed her tits as he ran the wand over them, again.
BEEP!
"This is another spot that the device is signalling. No wonder you didn't want me to scan you there."
Mom twisted her way out of his grasp, yelling, "Don't touch me!.It's the underwire in my bra!" Mom then screamed in his face, "And you can't do that! This is so inappropriate!"
"Yes I can. You see, women commonly hide merchandise in their bras."
"Stop, you idiot! I don't want to continue."
"Well, you already signed the form."
"No. I have to go home to my baby, NOW. You can't hold me here! You're a disgusting bastard. I don't want your hands on me, any longer."
Paul spoke loudly, "As you wish, Ma'am. You know your other option. I'll let my cousin give you a ride to the station. I'm just letting you know that he'll hold you for far longer, most likely overnight, at least. Looks like your baby will be starving today."
"Uh," Mom looked around as she choked on her own words. She looked at a clock on the wall as tears ran down her face. "Just hurry up, you fucking creep." Mom looked down at her chest, her face blushed as she crossed her arms to cover herself.
"Very well, the female has agreed to continue," Paul narrated for the camera.
Mom turned back towards Paul, and mumbled under her breath, "I can't believe you're getting away with this!"
Paul ran the wand over her tits, again, making sure to slow down as he passed it over her nipples.
"Uumphhh," Mom let out another whimper, when Paul once again squeezed and pulled her nipple with the back of his fingers.
Mom didn't object. She just looked away, and cried when he did the same to her other nipple. Her shirt had round wet spots that made my cock throb and grow. He gave her tits light slaps on the sides with the plastic wand, making them shake.
"This is so wrong," Mom said, still standing still with her arms out. "You're disgusting!"
"Shoplifting is wrong." Paul said, giving her tit a harder slap.
Paul then ran the wand down to her tummy, quickly making his way down to her navel. He licked his lips as he ran it down to her mound.
"ARMS OUT!" he screamed into her face, when she tried to stop him.
Paul slowly pushed the tip of the wand in between her legs.
"Uh... sir?' Robbie quietly spoke up. "Is this in the procedure?" Beads of sweat ran down his forehead as he filmed Paul molesting Mom.
"Yes, of course. This is a very common area in which females hide merch." Mom's flimsy skirt did nothing to stop the wand from rubbing her cunt. "Now don't interrupt, and keep filming.
Mom yelped loudly, but didn't try to stop him. "Aghh!" Paul forcibly angled the wand up, which made Mom's body jolt.
He pushed it to and fro in between her thighs, until finally saying, "Seems nothing's here. At least nothing metal."
Mom had tears running down her face.
Satisfied, Paul set aside the metal detector.
Paul placed the wand back on his desk, while announcing to the camera, "The scan is complete, now." Mom covered her milk-soaked chest.
Sobbing, Mom pleaded "Give me my purse so I can leave, now. You... had your... fun. I won't tell anyone, just give me my stuff."
"I don't care, we aren't done." Paul signaled for Robbie to stand in front of the door, blocking it. Robbie nervously stepped where he was told to. "Stop recording," Paul quickly ordered Robbie.
"WHAT? But... you said you'd let me go if you didn't find anything! So do it! Let us go... or I'll--"
Paul smiled at her. "Don't forget that I still have your son in my custody."
"I know... you... bastard." Mom quietly mumbled as a tear ran down her face. "Just let us--"
"Shut up. This isn't over, Bitch." Paul suddenly lunged at her. He caught her by the neck and shoved her against the wall.
"Aghhh--" Mom's scream was muffled by Paul's quick hand.
He held her in place and whispered something into her ear. Mom was terrified, as Paul held her forcibly.
Robbie's jaw trembled. His voice cracked with fear as he tried to call him out. "Paul? You can't do this to a customer--"
Paul turned back and yelled out, "Shut up! This isn't a customer, she's a thief!"
"But--"
"Do you want to get fired?
"No, but--"
"Who'll take care of your poor sick mother, then? Shut up, or I'll make sure you're outta here."
"Umm... Okay," Robbie said, nervously holding the camera.
"Mmmm! Phmmm! Grghhh!" Mom's hands were flailing, scratching Paul, but he managed to grab her wrists and pin them. Mom squirmed and failed but failed to escape Paul's grasp.
Paul went back to whispering things into her ear. She slowly stopped resisting.
Paul stopped muffling her mouth. "You won't get away with this!"
"Shhh!" Paul held her mouth again, and went back to whispering into her ear. He then said, louder, "Unless you want me to hurt your son, you have to do it. Do you understand?"
Mom nodded and he let her go. Mom's face was red. She was wiping away tears and smearing mascara over her cheeks. Her facemask had ripped apart, and fallen off.
"You ready, Bitch?' Paul asked.
She looked like she was going to burst out crying again, but instead nodded.
"Good. Robbie," Paul pointed at him. Robbie flinched when Paul's hand went up, but soon after relaxed himself. Paul went on, "Hit record again, and film her."
Robbie aimed the lens at Mom.
Mom slowly lifted her head and with a strain in her voice said, "I... I consent to a... uh..." She let out soft whimpers in between words. "I consent to... a pat down, and a..." Mom closed her eyes, before finishing her sentence, "strip search if... needed."
"Great! The female fully consents with continuing," Paul spoke towards the camera. "I will now pat her down."
"You can't do that!" Mom finally said, pushing the wand away. She stood in front of Paul, offended, and ready to slap him with a raised hand.
Paul quickly grabbed her wrist and scanned under her tits again, ignoring her. His fingers pressed her tits as he ran the wand over them, again.
BEEP!
"This is another spot that the device is signalling. No wonder you didn't want me to scan you there."
Mom twisted her way out of his grasp, yelling, "Don't touch me!.It's the underwire in my bra!" Mom then screamed in his face, "And you can't do that! This is so inappropriate!"
"Yes I can. You see, women commonly hide merchandise in their bras."
"Stop, you idiot! I don't want to continue."
"Well, you already signed the form."
"No. I have to go home to my baby, NOW. You can't hold me here! You're a disgusting bastard. I don't want your hands on me, any longer."
Paul spoke loudly, "As you wish, Ma'am. You know your other option. I'll let my cousin give you a ride to the station. I'm just letting you know that he'll hold you for far longer, most likely overnight, at least. Looks like your baby will be starving today."
"Uh," Mom looked around as she choked on her own words. She looked at a clock on the wall as tears ran down her face. "Just hurry up, you fucking creep." Mom looked down at her chest, her face blushed as she crossed her arms to cover herself.
"Very well, the female has agreed to continue," Paul narrated for the camera.
Mom turned back towards Paul, and mumbled under her breath, "I can't believe you're getting away with this!"
Paul ran the wand over her tits, again, making sure to slow down as he passed it over her nipples.
"Uumphhh," Mom let out another whimper, when Paul once again squeezed and pulled her nipple with the back of his fingers.
Mom didn't object. She just looked away, and cried when he did the same to her other nipple. Her shirt had round wet spots that made my cock throb and grow. He gave her tits light slaps on the sides with the plastic wand, making them shake.
"This is so wrong," Mom said, still standing still with her arms out. "You're disgusting!"
"Shoplifting is wrong." Paul said, giving her tit a harder slap.
Paul then ran the wand down to her tummy, quickly making his way down to her navel. He licked his lips as he ran it down to her mound.
"ARMS OUT!" he screamed into her face, when she tried to stop him.
Paul slowly pushed the tip of the wand in between her legs.
"Uh... sir?' Robbie quietly spoke up. "Is this in the procedure?" Beads of sweat ran down his forehead as he filmed Paul molesting Mom.
"Yes, of course. This is a very common area in which females hide merch." Mom's flimsy skirt did nothing to stop the wand from rubbing her cunt. "Now don't interrupt, and keep filming.
Mom yelped loudly, but didn't try to stop him. "Aghh!" Paul forcibly angled the wand up, which made Mom's body jolt.
He pushed it to and fro in between her thighs, until finally saying, "Seems nothing's here. At least nothing metal."
Mom had tears running down her face.
Satisfied, Paul set aside the metal detector.
Paul placed the wand back on his desk, while announcing to the camera, "The scan is complete, now." Mom covered her milk-soaked chest.
Sobbing, Mom pleaded "Give me my purse so I can leave, now. You... had your... fun. I won't tell anyone, just give me my stuff."
"I don't care, we aren't done." Paul signaled for Robbie to stand in front of the door, blocking it. Robbie nervously stepped where he was told to. "Stop recording," Paul quickly ordered Robbie.
"WHAT? But... you said you'd let me go if you didn't find anything! So do it! Let us go... or I'll--"
Paul smiled at her. "Don't forget that I still have your son in my custody."
"I know... you... bastard." Mom quietly mumbled as a tear ran down her face. "Just let us--"
"Shut up. This isn't over, Bitch." Paul suddenly lunged at her. He caught her by the neck and shoved her against the wall.
"Aghhh--" Mom's scream was muffled by Paul's quick hand.
He held her in place and whispered something into her ear. Mom was terrified, as Paul held her forcibly.
Robbie's jaw trembled. His voice cracked with fear as he tried to call him out. "Paul? You can't do this to a customer--"
Paul turned back and yelled out, "Shut up! This isn't a customer, she's a thief!"
"But--"
"Do you want to get fired?
"No, but--"
"Who'll take care of your poor sick mother, then? Shut up, or I'll make sure you're outta here."
"Umm... Okay," Robbie said, nervously holding the camera.
"Mmmm! Phmmm! Grghhh!" Mom's hands were flailing, scratching Paul, but he managed to grab her wrists and pin them. Mom squirmed and failed but failed to escape Paul's grasp.
Paul went back to whispering things into her ear. She slowly stopped resisting.
Paul stopped muffling her mouth. "You won't get away with this!"
"Shhh!" Paul held her mouth again, and went back to whispering into her ear. He then said, louder, "Unless you want me to hurt your son, you have to do it. Do you understand?"
Mom nodded and he let her go. Mom's face was red. She was wiping away tears and smearing mascara over her cheeks. Her facemask had ripped apart, and fallen off.
"You ready, Bitch?' Paul asked.
She looked like she was going to burst out crying again, but instead nodded.
"Good. Robbie," Paul pointed at him. Robbie flinched when Paul's hand went up, but soon after relaxed himself. Paul went on, "Hit record again, and film her."
Robbie aimed the lens at Mom.
Mom slowly lifted her head and with a strain in her voice said, "I... I consent to a... uh..." She let out soft whimpers in between words. "I consent to... a pat down, and a..." Mom closed her eyes, before finishing her sentence, "strip search if... needed."
"Great! The female fully consents with continuing," Paul spoke towards the camera. "I will now pat her down."
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