Chapter One (the beginning)             Last update: 13th November 2012

Part 1

A young woman in the supermarket caught my attention. It must have been the way she looked out her eyes, like she had something up her sleeve. Possibly a stranded tourist or a broke student. Five minutes later I saw the same girl again and she was stealing a pack of crackers. I decided to approach her and start talking with her. I told her what I saw and that the police and the manager of the supermarket would be very pleased to catch a little thief like her. I also told her that she can expect a €150 fine and that she will be taken to the police station for further questioning. After I told her this she looked me in the eyes and I saw her fear. 'Please don't do that sir', and her eyes started to get a bit watery from suppressed tears. I told her to put the pack of crackers in my shopping cart and I ordered her to follow me. I walked to the counter and put all my groceries on the belt. Then I payed for it and walked with the young woman towards the exit. When we were outside I grabbed her arm firmly and said: ‘Now you listen good you little thief’. I quickly looked around to make sure nobody could hear us and continued: ‘You have two options, one: You walk with me to my place and we talk about your situation or two: I will escort you back to the store and tell the manager everything what happened and I promise I will even make it worse for you. 'Ok', she replied, 'I will follow you, just don’t tell the cops'. After 10 minutes of walking we arrived at my front door. I looked around to make sure no nosey neighbors were watching us and when the coast seemed to be clear I opened the door gently pushed 
her inside the house.

Part 2

Once in the house I told her to take of her shoes and coat and told her to walk to the middle of the living room. Now her winter coat was off I could see the shape of her body for the first time. She has a nice pair of tits, probably a C or a large B cup. Her ass had a nice round shape but not too big. Her skin was milky white and contrasted with her dark brown curly hair that came just below her shoulders. 'Is anyone going to miss you tonight at the squat house'? I asked her. 'No sir, I don't know anyone there yet'. I walked over to her coat and searched her pockets. 'What are you doing with your hands in my pockets?’ She asked me a bit annoyed. 'Listen to me little thief, you should keep your damn hands away from our stores, understand? Just shut up, get on your knees and keep looking down at the floor, got it?' I replied her. She did not answer me and without making any noise she kneeled down on the floor. I found an old Nokia phone in her pocket, a wallet and some notes with numbers and addresses on it. I looked in her wallet and I found her ID-card, about €5 in change and some foreign bank cards. I switched the phone off and placed everything back in her pocket except her ID-card and the phone. 'I will put this in a place where little thieves cannot find it', I snapped at her. When I looked in her direction I saw that her head was still facing the floor. I saw a light panic in her muscle movements 'It’s time we are going to clean you up dirty little thief, take of all your clothes now' I ordered her. She looked at me with a surprised face. 'I am one minute away of changing my mind to keep you here and I will drop you off at the police station, so you better listen to me or have the government take care of you, am I clear little thief?’.

Part 3

She looked at me and then she slowly started to pull of her sweater, followed by her pants. 'Do I need to take off all my clothes'? She asked me a bit worried. 'Are you deaf or something? Stop stalling everything and put off your socks, bra and underwear and don't let me ask you this for the third time.' I told her with a soft but coercive tone of voice. She slowly started to take off her socks, then reached hesitantly with her hands towards her back in order to unlock the bra clasp. After that was done she dropped her bra on the floor and leaned back on her legs (she was still kneeling) and covered her round breasts with both her hands. She then leaned her chin on the back of her hands and quietly started to whimper. 'Why are you doing this to me, sir? I feel very uncomfortable like this and I want you to stop this'. After she said that she looked me straight in the eyes. I now saw her almost black eyes looking at me for the first time and felt suprised how clear and pretty they were. 'You are the one who got yourself in this situation, now deal with it. You made your decision to stay here instead of going to the police and now you have to listen to me. Do you get this, thief?' I gently and slowly answered her. 'But what are you going to do with me, sir?' She replied me. 'Well, if you not start undressing like I told you to do, something very unpleasant is going to happen with you, so I urge you to stop whining like a little bitch and finish what you started.' Then I walked towards her and gave her a slap in the face with the back of my right hand.

 Part 4

For two seconds she did not move a muscle until she broke down in tears tried to move her legs in order to stand up. When she was ready to lift her legs I forcefully grabbed her neck with my right hand and pushed her face flat on the floor. I turned her head to the right so her right cheek was touching the wooden floor. She tried to move her legs in order to escape from my grip. With one of my legs I pushed her legs like some kind of judo trick back on the floor so she could not stand up anymore and I pushed my knee in the middle of her back while still holding her face down. 'Listen to me little bitch, you are not going anywhere until I say so' I whispered in her ear trying not to should because of the force I simultaneously had to apply on her neck, back and legs. At this point her tears where rolling of her youthful soft face, dripping on the floor. I applied more pressure on her neck now also choking her airways so she could not shout anymore. Her face started to turn pink, then red and her eyes got bigger the longer I hold the grip around her neck. I then gently applied less pressure and gave her a hard slap in the face. Again I leaned over towards her face and whispered in her ear: 'Give up your resistance bitch, you should be thankful to me that I took you in my house and bought you your food instead of turning you over to the cops. Do you understand'? Then I grabbed her by her long hairs and pulled up her face from the floor. I then gave a firm slap on her other cheek and pushed her face back on the floor like it was before. At this point her hair was sticking to her face caused by the amount of tears she was shedding. I quickly removed my hand that was holding her neck and rested my left knee in its place. With hands and arms free now, I pulled her legs straights on the floor behind her so she was laying flat like a surf board. I then grabbed her right hand and pulled her arm behind her back like a policeman will do during an arrest. I pulled her hand further up so she started to feel pain in her arm and elbow. She started to moan while I was pulling her hand slowly a few inch higher. 'Please stop, sir', she said with a strange high voice. 'I will stop this if you start listening what I have to say to you. Don't you see that I am doing now with you what those cops would do with unwanted strangers that rob shops? Make it easy on yourself and let me do what I want to do with you and perhaps I will let you go, got it?'. After I said that she was quiet for a few seconds. 'OK, sir. I will do what you say but please don't hurt me anymore'.

>>> will be continued soon