The Saga of the Panty Thief Part 2

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His pants fell to his knees as the brunette beauty pulled him up and his pilfered panties landed square upon the head of his cock. He blinked at the bright flash and knew Ms Lauren had snapped a picture of his shame. His face reddened and he stammered something that made no sense. He was too horny and too ashamed to speak clearly. This made the beauties he’d been spying on laugh uproariously.

“Cat got your tongue, panty thief?” asked Ms Lauren in her most mocking tone. The underlying sarcasm and bite to her words belied her soft and charming tone. This woman was a born Panty Mistress and he could tell that by the grip the other woman held him in, she was indeed a power in her own right.

“This is Ms Lola. I don’t know if you remember, but she used to be a member here. She quit about 2 months ago after her panties kept going missing. She called me in and asked me to investigate. See, I was bait. After 3 days in this place I knew you were the culprit. I have lots of proof. Do you want to see?” she asked. Then she pulled out a pack of pictures, each detailing his panty perversions. Unconsiously, his hand slid down to his throbbing member and he was stroking on auto pilot with Ms Lauren’s panties.

He felt a sharp pain in his nuts and realized Ms Lola had kneed him from behind. He could feel her against his back and smell her perfume. Then he remembered exactly who she was. She was a particular favorite. She always wore the most expensive, luscious underthings that held a special place in his panty stash.

“Now, it’s time to pay for your crime, panty boy. Ms Lola and I are taking you back to headquarters for interrogation and booking. You’re in a world of trouble, you know that?” said Ms Lauren. Interrogation and booking? They were arresting him?

“You’re not the police! You can’t do that!” he screamed as he tried to wiggle away.

“No, not the police. We’re with the PPPP… the Panty Pilferer Punishment Program. After a week at our camp, you’ll be a reformed panty thief… and you won’t want to go back, trust me. We’re very harsh with perverts like you.”

Ms Lola pulled up his pants and Ms Lauren buttoned them. She was so close and smirking, then she kneed him again in the jewels while Ms Lola cuffed his hands behind his back. They dragged him from the locker room and everyone in the gym turned to stare and laugh at him, their captive. His hardon raged as they took him to the unmarked car and locked him in the back.

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