Fallen Fruit – Jenna Gets Her Brat

Author’s Note: The purpose of this series is to establish a vehicle through which to explore some far darker themes than I normally do through a series of short individual chapters. Some suspension of disbelief is required, and the narration may shift depending on the perspective of each piece.

If you’re reading a chapter in this series for the first time, please read the short Introduction for the background and set up.




There was one girl in particular who’d been in the store several times that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on. She was a big-breasted girl, and quite pretty, but obviously thought way too highly of herself, and always had way too much attitude with her high school friends and us as well. She was rude, condescending, and just an all around bitch. But the good part was we’d seen her take stuff a number of times, and I knew she’d be an easy catch next time she came in. We both wanted to get our hands on her and teach her a good lesson, but I knew it would be so much more fun if she received it from a woman, so I called dibs.

When it eventually happened one afternoon it went down just as I though it would. She’d dumped a bunch of stuff in her bag with no idea that today was the day she’d actually get busted for it, and when I buzzed her at the exit I could tell she was more pissed off at having been caught for something she’d gotten away with several times before than concerned about the consequences. She handled it like a truly spoiled brat, loudly protesting her innocence and threatening to sue even as I pulled the items from her bag. There were only a few other people the store, and they were obviously just as annoyed with her as we were. When I escorted her to the employee door I saw more than one of them smile.

Once upstairs I confronted her with the fact that we had several recorded incidents of her on tape and that she was looking at multiple counts of shoplifting. Since she knew it was true she couldn’t call my bluff, but continued to act like a complete bitch anyway, and it wasn’t until I picked up the phone to call the police that she finally shut up. Seeing her reaction to the reality of her situation, I offered her the option of avoiding the police without specifying what that option was. What she was thinking it might be I couldn’t say but she took it, and was in for her second big surprise of the day. I grabbed her by the wrist and walked her into the playroom.

I led her past the bed to the chest of goodies against the far wall, and when I opened it up she was shocked. In it was a myriad of sex toys, straps, bindings, and a few other nasty looking items. I reached in and grabbed two wrist cuffs and immediately put them on her, clipping them together before she had the chance to resist, then raised her hands above her head and clipped the cuffs to a hook on the wall, leaving her their safely secured while I turned my attention back to the chest.

“No fucking way!” she said in her shrill, bitchy voice as she pieced together what she was in for. I froze and looked at her.

“It’s this or the police, you made your choice. And trust me, you made the right one. With the amount of stuff we have on you, you’d be pretty much fucked.” Then it occurred to me, “Actually, I guess you’re fucked either way.” I smiled at her as she went pale. She began to pull at the bindings over her head in a momentary panic. Watching her struggle made my nipples hard.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, you fucking freak pervert?! You can’t do this! It’s against the law.”

I reached in and found a ball gag for her and walked over. “Look, you little bitch, you got yourself into this, now you’re going to have to deal with it.” I put the ball directly into her mouth and quickly reached back and did the clasp. And while she was figuring out what to do about that, I grabbed the waist of her shorts and pulled them open, sending popped buttons skittering across the room as I yanked them, along with her panties, down to her ankles.

Ignoring her muffled protest and leaving her oddly exposed like this, hanging on the wall in just her t-shirt, bra, and sneakers, I returned to the chest and slowly sorted through it for what I would need. I first grabbed another set of cuffs and put them on the table, then a long black spreader bar, a thin butt plug, a pair of nipple clips, and a wand vibrator, also placing each on the table for her to see. Then lastly, and with great effect, I brought out a long, shiny pair of wallpaper scissors, snipping them a few times in the air while staring into her wide eyes before putting them down with the rest of the items.

I grabbed the cuffs and walked back to her, bringing myself right up against her body. I stood a good five inches taller than her in my heels, which helped a great deal with intimidation. “If you resist,” I said flatly, “it gets worse.” I bent down and pulled her shorts off over her sneakers, then put the cuffs on each of her ankles, clipping them together as I’d done with her wrists. I then picked up the scissors and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it away from her body and giving it a quick cut. Holding both sides of the nick I pulled it open, tearing it up to her collar and revealing a rather nice lacy bra over her more than ample breasts.

Having no intention of hurting her, but again for maximum effect, I placed the bottom half of the scissor on her collar bone between her suspended arm and her neck, and carefully cut the sleeves and collar of her shirt, liberating her from it. Then I cut first one strap, then the other of her bra before laying the length of the scissor upwards against her abdomen, and sliding them slowly against the skin between her breasts under her bra. One last snip, and it fell away to the floor.

Trading the scissors for the long bar, I got down next to her feet and hooked the two cuffs to the each end of the spreader, then hooked the bar to the wall, and stood back up to get a good look at my captive brat. The sight was enough to make me completely wet.

In front of me was a sandy brown brunette of about 5’5”.