Hi all. Very belated story from easter here. Unfortunately been caught up with life and haven't got around to finishing and uploading it until now lol.

Anyway story:
Natasha pulled the balaclava over her head and jumped over the low fence. Easy. Out came the bolt cutters, off came the padlock. Even easier. She turned on her torch, casting shadows around the old storeroom. Creepy, but she wasn't one to get scared. Another door, then into the main shop. Under the counter. Another lock. Bingo, into the cash register. Now to just get out of here. Off came the balaclava...

Natasha spun around to see who had unmasked her, but in an instant felt a fowerful foot hit her chest and pin her to the ground. She shook her head, trying to clear her eyes of her hair, but a hand grabbed her face.

"Caught a little thief then have we?" It was a ladie's voice. Natasha felt herself being pulled of the ground, at only 5 foot, she stood no chance of fighting back as the woman pinned her arm behind her back. Her short stature and small frame was usually useful in her crimes, but usually she didn't plan on having to fight. The lady pushed Natasha up against a wall, still holding her arm, and switched on the lights, before reaching over and re-locking the storeroom door. Looks like escape was out of the question.

With her faced squished sideways against the wall, Natasha could catch a glimpse of the woman. She stood about a foot taller than Natasha, and had long blonde hair in a ponytail as opposed to her own short black mop. The lady appeared to be quite bulky beneath her classy blouse and tight chinos, as opposed to the tiny girl she held in her arms, clad in only an old grey hoodie and some sports leggings.

A hand was put against her head, pushing her further into the wall. "You fucking burglars make me sick, I had enough of dealing with your shit back in the police, now you follow me here!? Scum of the earth"

"W-wait! You! you're a police!" Natasha stuttered out incoherently, desperate for some release from her painful position.

"Ex-police, I own this shop. Dealing with scum like you all day... took its toll on me... so I decided to quit, move into the chocolate business... anyway, what the hell's your name?" She lessened the pressure on the girl's head.

"Natasha, Natasha Sowell!" The girl said, in between breaths.

"Hmmm, that name rings a bell. I seem to remember hearing it before I left five or so years back, what did you do?"

Natash hesitated, prompting the lady to push even harder than before against her small body.

"OW! Ok, Ok, i'll tell you! I, uh... 'borrowed' a few cars when I was about fifteen, then moved on to houses and shops." She took a calming breath. "I've been arrested a few times, but never as an adult, so please, you can't turn me in! Please! Judge Vincent said he'll lock me up if I caused any more trouble! I WONT SURVIVE IN PRISON!"

The woman pulled Natasha away from the wall and threw her to the floor, ceasing her hysterics. She smiled to herself. The girl was right, the only prison nearby enough for her to be incarcerated wasn't known for it's safety record, and with a tiny body like that, she'd be a walking target. On the other hand, it was judge Vincent who had cost her her job in the police; apparently dunking a suspect's head in a bucket of custard and repeatedly pieing them in the face for answers is 'inhumane' and 'a discredit to the service', who knew? Maybe she wouldn't turn this girl in after all..

The woman knelt down on top of Natasha. "Now look here. I agree with you, you wouldn't last a day in the big house, but for reasons that don't concern you, I don't want to turn you in. I will however, have to punish you." Natasha just nodded and let out a solitary 'ok'

"And by the way, I WAS officer Peters, but for now, you can just call me ma'am, understand?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Good, now stand up and strip."


After being forced to go through the humiliating process of officer Peters searching every inch of her flesh and hair for anything stolen, she led Natasha, still naked, off to a side room. Inside was a large kitchen area, covered in different utensils and powders, all required for making the chocolate sold at this shop.

"I make it all myself" boasted officer Peters. "Get up at four every morning, hence catching you, spend four hours creating my famed chocolate. With Easter coming up, i'm quite squeezed for time, but i'm sure I can fit 'punish a criminal brat' into my diary somewhere."

Natasha huffed in protest, but officer Peters took no notice and continued. "Now, heres the deal, you go on display in my window, attract customers, and I don't have you thrown in jail with all the scary big girls, how does that sound?"

"Uh, okay?" Said Natasha suspiciously.

"Of course, i'll have you covered in chocolate, in keeping with the theme of my shop"

Natasha, burning from the embarassment of her nudity, suddenly felt a terrible chill. "WHAT? N-naked in the window, covered in chocolate? No way. NO WAY!"

Officer Peters grabbed both her wrists in her vice like grip and lowered her face level with Natasha's. "Not only will you be going to prison, but i'll make sure the security footage of you stripping down for ME gets sent to everyone you know, including your new cellmates."

Natasha shrunk even smaller at the implications of the threat, and lowered her head.

"Good girl"

Officer Peters went to the back of the room and hoiseted a miniature wooden wheelbarrow onto a table.

"Now, as it's easter, I was thinking you could be a 'wittle bunny wabbit' pushing your wheelbarrow of eggs, so if you could get on the table, then i'll get to work."

Natasha sat down on the table, officer Peters pulling her knees up to her chest and splaying them outwards slightly, and putting her hands grasping the miniature wheelbarrow, adoping the 'boxing' pose of a rabbit. "Now, keep still please miss Sowell" said the chocolatier "I'll start with a coat of dark chocolate, it's quite hot, but it's high melting point will keep it mostly solid against your skin!".

Peters lifted one of the legs slightly, and after a seconds pause, a hot sensation splashed across Natasha's foot, and despite the forewarning, she had to let out a gasp of exhasperation.

"Ahhhhhhhh, it's soooo hooot" she lied, hoping to elicit some sympathy.

"Oh be quiet!" replied the chocolatier, slapping a spatula's worth of chocolate against the sole of her other foot, "it's no worse than a hot bath."

"Look, I, AM, SORRY, OK!? I didn't even steal- OH!!!" Natasha was interrupted by the bare spatula spanking her backside, leaving behind a dark brown splotch on one of her cheeks. She took the hint and quietened down. Her feet were tickled by the chocolate being drizzled on them, and not least because Peters chanced a lick across her sole. Natasha was horrified. The painting of the chocolate continued up her legs, Officer peters easily moving parts of the girl that were in the way in her awkward pose. Her buttocks were soon coated, the hot chocolate causing great discomort as it ran between her cheeks. This was nothing compared the humilation Peters inflicted on her front. Although not 'ugly', Natasha was never popular with the boys, wearing second hand clothes and stealing to fill in the gaps in her wallet making her a subject of ridicule. Consequently, she was very sexually inexperienced, so when the spatula, heaped with heavy chocolate, glided over her pussy and sent jolts of lightning through her body, all she could do to control herself was clench the barrow so hard her knuckles turned white.

"Oh my god" she released through gritted teeth.

"Mmmmmhh, enjoying that? ... sure beats the hell out of prison." Peters' voice had suddenly taken on a softer tone, as smooth as the chocolate she was currently lathering over her captive's crotch.

"Yes ma'am" replied natasha, still gritting her teeth.

"Well, i've got something you'll enjoy even more. An egg for the bunny!"

The captor took out what looked like a plastic egg from the wheelbarrow and slowly wriggled it into natasha's pussy. Although terrified, natasha kept deadly still, afraid of what this crazy lady might do. Another layer of chocolate was applied over it, before she walked back into the main room, giving natasha a moment to breathe. She squeezed herself around the foreign object inside her, it felt so strange, like being hugged from the inside out. A lone pink wire erupted from the rapidly setting chocolate mound over her crotch, leading into the wheelbarrow, connecting underneath somehow.

Officer Peters returned, a bundle of brightly coloured wrapped chocolate eggs in her arms.

"That vibe I just put in your cute little pussy... is pressure activated!" She released the bundle off eggs into the wheelbarrow, and suddenly the vibrating egg shot to life. Were they not encased in chocolate, Natasha's legs would have shaken off her body. She shot her head up and yelped into the air, before the sensation died down and the vibe turned off. Peters grabbed Natasha's chin and tilted her bright red face to her own, heavy breaths from natasha flowing over her. She pulled another vibrating egg out of her pocket and lifted it up so natasha could see, then shoved it down her own trousers, wriggling a bit as she pushed it inside herself.
"Any time someone takes an egg from this basket, both of our vibrators will turn on. As much as i'd like to fuck you in front of the shop, I can't, so we'll just have to enjoy ourselves like this"

Before Natasha could respond, officer Peters took an egg from the wheelbarrow, sending strong vibrations all throughout her crotch. Peters just closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying her own sensations for the time being, before resuming the coating process. A whole pan of chocolate was poured over Natasha's torso, the warm gunk hugging her closely. Her hands were thickly coated, each finger being positioned meticulously by the obsessed chocolatier. Pulling on some gloves, Peter personally spread the chocolate over Natasha's breasts with her hands, fondling her petite nipples, before lifting and egg of the cart to give them both some satisfaction.

"Now for the tricky part, keep your head still"

Natasha obeyed as a pan of thick chocolate was slopped over her mop of hair, engulfing much of her head, leaving just her pale face sticking out. It clung to her head, feeling like a very heavy wig. Some of it found its way into her ears, deafning her slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll let you breath. I've got something special for your face, but first, you need a few more coatings I think."

Another two layers were applied, this time, of milk chocolate. The drak chocolate had completely hardened by now, except where it was in direct contact with Natasha's skin and kept its sludgey half set consistency, so her whole figure began to appear more bulkey. This was followed up by expertly applied white chocolate and fondant in selected areas. If Natasha wasn't so concerned with herself, she may have actually respected peters expertise at forming her hands and feet into white rabbits paws, or moulding a fluffy tail and tuft of fur on her chest. Two big fake chocolate ears were glued to her head with fondant, and all was left to cool while Peters prepared the grand finale.

She returned holding a creepy looking rabbits faceplate made of white chocolate, like an overexaggerated cartoon.

"Oh God" was all Natasha could say.

"Now, for the finishing touches" replied peters.

She turned the face around, and to Natasha's shock, there was a silicone bit protruding from the lower half of the chocolate mask, obviously having been set in the chocolate.

"Wait I ne-ahh, mmmmhmmmmm" was all Natasha could manage before it was pressed into her mouth, and the chocolate was glued on. She hadn't noticed before, but two pinprick holes in the eyes allowed her some, albeit very limited vision. Peters held up a small hand mirror, and natasha bit down on her gag in shock. She wasn't there anymore, only the creepy face of an oversized white breasted rabbit pushing a barrow of easter eggs.

"MMMMMMMHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Natasha tried to shake herself free, but found that the chocolate was now too thick and too hard to shift. Officer Peters picked an egg out of the barrow and put it back, silencing the girl's muffled cries. She brought her face close to the visage of the rabbit and looked through the eyeholes, too small to be noticed by anyone but her.

"Now look here bitch, don't forget why you're in this mess. You tried to steal from me, and unless you want to suffer even more, you're going to keep quiet and accept what happens to you, do you understand?"

A low groan was the only reply she needed. Peters wheeled the encased girl into the main room and positioned her with her wheelbarrow of eggs front and center in the window. The first early morning shoppers were beggining to pass by, leaving Natasha feeling extremely exposed. Although they couldn't see her, she made eye contact with everyone who looked into the face of the damn rabbit, looking right into her soul. The first few customers trickled in, pointing at her, some taking a picture of the great display, before moving on. A figure came into view, and snatched a couple of eggs from the wheelbarrow. Pleasure shot through Natasha, and she heard Peters' voice jump slightly from across the room as the pleasant feeling coursed through both of them. Another handful of eggs were taken, another wave of pleasure. This occured every fifteen minutes or so, keeping both women on the edge until lunch time. As the clock struck half twelve, Peters ran to the door and locked it, putting up a 'closed for lunch sign' before anyone eles could come in. She hurriedly drew the blinds down, giving the girls some privacy. Coming into iew, Natasha could see that her previously neat appearance was slightly unkempt. A loose lock of hair hung down her face and her blouse hang out of her chinos. She was breathing heavily, as was Natasha.

"Lunch time" She gasped.

Officer peters gently removed the chocolate faceplate, a string of saliva being pulled behing the bit. Natasha tried to catch her breath, but not before Officer peters picked up an egg and set it back down, both girls groaning, before she went back to the kitchen. She hurriedly returned with a saucepan of liquid milk chocolate and a ladle.

"You hungry baby? You look like it."

Officer peters scooped out a ladlefull of the liquid and brought it up to Natasha's mouth.

"You'd better stick out your tounge if you want some"

Reluctantly, Natasha let her tounge hang out, hoping that whatever the officer had planned would giver her some kind of release from her sexual torment, she was becoming desperate. Peters drizzled the chocolate over her tounge, her chin, her cheeks, her whole face! She was clearly lost in the moment too. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra, revealing two large breasts. Still semi blinded by the deluge of chocolate, Natasha could just make out Peters lifting the pan above her own head and upending it, dousing herself in chocolatey goodness. Both ladies gasped as Peters picked up another egg, the eggs inside them quivering with delight. Siezing the opportunity, Peters pushed one of her breasts into the mouth of her captive.

"You'd better suck it if you want to cum, bitch!" She cried. Natasha, once again, obeyed and began slurping the chocolate off. Peters meanwhile undid her once white trousers and rolled them down her legs. She pulled the vibrator out from her pussy and started to pleasure herself with her own fingers, scooping some chocolate off the table and swirling it around inside her. Her rubbing got more frantic and Natasha started sucking on her nipple.

"Thats... it... you... huh... thieving... bitch.... ahhh" She fell backwards into a puddle of chocolate, and bliss.

"Please officer, please.... I need to...."

"Need to cum?"

Beneath the chocolate, Natasha blushed even more, she would never in a million years imagined she'd be begging another woman to let her orgasm like this. She looked up at Peters with pleading eyes, chocolate dripping from both of their faces.

"Sorry, but a criminal like you has to work for her supper."

"NOOOOOO-mmmmghh..." With the replacement of the mask, there was silence again.

Natasha quietly sobbed to herself for the next half an hour as Peters cleaned up both the shop, and herself. She managed to calm herself down, still ashamed at what she had done, but the need for an orgasm still lurked in her mind. Peters changed into a tshirt and jeans and approached the encased girl, her hair still slightly wets from a hose down out back. She pulled the spare vibrator out of her pocket.

"As you didn't get to cum at luchtime, i'll give you DOUBLE the stimulation this afternoon. Customers usually drop off later on, so I wouldn't count on any good action though."

A muffled 'mmmh' was all she got in reply, so she bent over and, using her pocket knife, scraped away the chocolate over Natasha's pussy. Her pale skin was covered in brown melted chocolate, so Peters had to fiddle around a bit to find the bound girl's clit. She pushed the vibrator up against it and stuck it in place with a layer of fondant, then re-sealed her with more chocolate. To test it, she picked up an egg, and heard a high squeak leak out from the Rabbit face. Satisfied, she opened up shop, ready for the afternoon shift.

Just as she had calmed down, Natasha was fired up again. The first customer wen straight for 'her' eggs, greedily taking a handfull. Natasha herself 'greedily' enjoyed the buzzing pulses applied to her clit, contrasting the continuous whir deeper in her pussy. Unfortunately, there was a long dry spell, with only a few more customers coming in before closing, and only one of them treating Natasha to her kinky delights. She almost jumped when Peters adressed her.

"Well 'Tasha, looks like no one else is coming, but don't worry bec-" she was interrupted by a ring of the bell.

Natasha could've leapt out of her skin, if that skin wasn't composed of layers of hardened chocolate. A lanky redhead with bags under her eyes stood in the doorway, looking around slightly confused. It was Natasha's flatmate Meg!

"Uhhh yes, may I help you?" Said Peters, quickly straightening herself up.

"Uhhhhm, yeahhhh, ummmm. You see, uhhh. I'm like, looking for someone."

Natasha winced. Although a good friend, loyal like a dumb dog, Meg was THE walking steryotype of a stoner. Natasha usually told her about where she was planning to rob, them both being on the other side of the law, and Meg would happily listen while smoking away without a care in the world. She must've realised something was up and come looking for her...

"Yeah, her name was, is, uhh Natasha, and she was gonna..."

She paused, trying to think of a lie as fast as her mind could work.
"Uhhh, buy some chocolate. Heh, yeah! She was gonna buy some chocolate."

Peters smiled at the girl while Natasha bit her gag, helpless as the situation unfolded.

"She did indeed come in here, I believe she was buying a present for you! But shes gone now, she said she was going on an unplanned shopping spree around town, must've come into some money or something..."

The redheaded girl smirked at her. "Hah, yeah, thats our 'Tash. Uhmmm, like... Thanks I guess."

Peters Beamed at the girl. "Oh, it was no problem! But before you go, are you hungry by any chance?"

"Hell yes, you bet!"

"I had a feeling you would be" Peters said cynically.

"And you're in luck, because all of this chocolate goes past its sell by date tomorrow." She gestured to the egg filled wheelbarrow and Natasha's heart sank. "so unfortunately i'm going to have to throw it away. But feel free to help yourself... so long as you don't leave the store, then it doesn't count as a sale, understand?"

The flawed logic tumbled around in Meg's empty head before she simply nodded with a grunt.

"Excellent, you can just stand here, and pick as you feel like it."

"Ok, jeez, thank you lady!" Meg said as she hurried over and snatched up her first egg to eat. Natasha meanwhile, was beside herself with anger and helplessness. Why did Meg have to come looking for her? What was she going to do? What if Meg saw her? Would Peters let her go? What if-

"Mhhhhhhhhhhhh"
The vibrators started up again, and Natasha managed to control her squeal just in time. She'd be surprised if there were no teeth marks left in the gag by the time she was done with it. Not giving her a chance to rest, Meg snatched up another egg, fiddling with the colourful wrapping, before taking a bite, and sending wave after wave of pleasure through her friend's body. Once again, Natasha was building up the momentum she had lost earlier, the vibes throbbed and shook against her pussy and clit, intensifying with each new treat her friend picked up. There was just one egg left in the wheelbarrow now.

"Go on, it'll only go to waste..." Peters said slyly.

"Ok then!" Meg picked it up, and Natasha climaxed in ecstacy. She was transported to another plane of existence momentarily, one of chocolate, and rabbits, and pink vibrating easter eggs. When she returned to the land of the living she realised that Meg's dull eyes were staring into her own. The afterglow of her orgasm quickly died down at this site, and she tensed up.

"I could've sworn I heard it make a noise... I gotta lay off those brownies..." Meg shurugged, turned, and was gone out the door, grunting goodbye to the shopkeeper as she went.

Peters quickly locked it and pulled the blinds.
"What an idiot. Now, did you enjoy that?"

"Mmmmmmhhhmmmmm"

"Do you want me to let you out?"

"Mmmmmmmhhhmmmmm!"

"Ok then."

Peters tipped Natasha off the table, her casing smashing against the floor, revealing a slimy brown mess within, still shuddering slightly. The mess spat its gag out and took in a deep breath. Peters strode over and placed a boot on Natasha's chest, leaving her completely subservient again.

"Now look here, I'll have both you and your dumb, drugged up friend arrested if you tell anyone about what happened here today, got it?"

"Y-yes ma'am" Natasha said, fighting back real tears.

"Good. Now, WITHOUT washing, you're gonna get dressed, leave my shop, and make up some story for your friend, that you were out shopping, got it?"

"Yes ma'am"

"And, I'll see you next monday for your first day working for ME! No more stealing for you, you're gonna do what I say, when I say it, and we're gonna have lots of fun together. Got it?"

"Yes ma'am"

The End.