1 comments/ 150261 views/ 22 favorites Strolling The Mall By: Saved Soul Her mood could not have been better. She had arrived the day before, knowing that back home everything was settled. Her former boyfriend had finally realized that it was over. Her boss had given her three weeks of vacation and she had recovered from the flue. So, everything was good. Even the sun seemed to be in a good mood. It had shone from the very first moment Stephanie had sat foot on US-Soil. Stephanie had a good Hotel and enough money to spend. How good could live get? In the morning the young woman had left the hotel for her first big shopping adventure. She knew that there was no better town in all of the United States to do shopping than New York. She took a cap to Fifth Avenue and left it in front of the biggest mall she had ever seen. She looked up and could barely see the top floor. - Perfect. I’ll shop till the credit card glows - And so a young woman in an expensive silk blouse and equally expensive pants entered a shopping paradise. She was in her best mood. But that would change. But at this time she didn’t know. All she knew was that she wanted to forget all the tears of an ended relationship. And she would forget. Stephanie spent the whole day in the biggest mall of the country. She went from boutique to boutique, spent a lot and had a coffee from time to time. Around three in the afternoon Stephanie got a little tired. She went to one of the bigger restaurants and had a decent meal. She called her American friend over her cell phone and spent way too much on her phone bill. But she did not mind at all. Once an old lady had said something funny that Stephanie still liked very much... - Spend all your money ... cry later - And for now that was her life philosophy. Around six Stephanie left the joint and went on shopping. She thought about buying a dress and so she smiled when she stood in front of the most expensive boutique ever. Attention all customers. Due to special circumstances, today we are being forced to close down the mall early. Please proceed to the nearest exit. Stephanie looked up to the ceiling and nodded. On one hand she was a little disappointed since she was still in the mood for wasting her well earned money. On the other hand she was even grateful since her body was crying out loud for some rest. - All right then. If they don’t want my money I’ll leave - But then she realized that she needed to go to the bathrooms first. She obviously did have way too much coffee. And so the young woman locked away her newly obtained belongings and looked out for the signs that would show her the way to the mall’s bathrooms. In order to find the bathrooms one had to enter the corridor that also lead to the malls offices. Those corridors were badly illuminated. And to put a worse in the idea there were only small signs with ‘bathroom’ on the walls. Stephanie exhaled and shook her head. What kind of idiot had created this mall? One minute later she found her destination. Though the facilities were on the top floor and Stephanie had to shake her head because she did not understand the architects mind to locate those important rooms in the most remote area of the mall, she smiled and entered the lady’s room. Finally Stephanie felt better and exited the bathroom. Slowly the young woman led her steps back to the shop area. Or so she thought. Her first worry kicked in when she again heard the voice of the mall’s announcer. But this time it was so low, so distant that she instantly began to wonder if she had taken the wrong corridor. She stopped and looked around. Stephanie’s heart began to beat faster, her pulse went up. "Oh no. Please don’t ..." But she knew that she was lost. The young woman kicked one innocent wall and bit her lip. She went back into the direction where she had come from. Twenty minutes later Stephanie still hadn’t found the exit. "Nooooo! " She was screaming with frustration. "God dammit. " She leaned against a wall and closed her eyes for a minute. "Quiet Stephanie, quiet. " After another minute she opened her eyes again and pushed herself from the wall. "All right. Let’s find the exit. " And so she started walking and hoping again. And then, after almost half an hour she found it. Light brown steel doors blocked her way to the shopping area. Stephanie stood in front of them, glaring at the steel, not believing what had happened. They already had closed the way to and from the offices and the bathrooms. "Idiots! " Stephanie’s otherwise very innocent features distorted into a grimace of raw frustration and hate. Again she kicked something lifeless and shouted into the cosmos her frustration. Her heart was pounding and the only thing Stephanie could hear was her blood rushing through her head. She started sweating, her short dark-brown hair was sticking to her head, and panic arose. "Calm down ... calm down Stephanie. You will make it. You will...! " There had to be a way out of hear. And then she remembered her cell phone. Quickly the young woman pulled it out of her purse. One moment she did not know whom to call, but then she did not spend much time with those worries. She just punched the re-dial button. Her New York friend would do. Excited she put the phone to her right ear and heard ... nothing. Confused she looked at the display only to see that there was no connection at all. Again she hit the re-dial button. Nothing. "No! " It was of no use. Trying to stay calm, Stephanie put away the small phone. She knew if she would use it again only to see it wouldn’t work, she would throw it against the nearest wall. What else? Maybe she could find the offices. There she would find phones. She would call for help ... would... For the first time in an hour Stephanie smiled. Yes, there was hope. In a far corner of the office department a young man sat on the cold floor. He was crouching underneath the big windows that curved outward and gave a magnificent view of New York City. But this creature did not mind about views. He felt pain in every cell of his thin body. Nothing he could think of, nothing good. He was only longing for relieve. But no relieve was in sight. If only Jack had given him a little for free. That would have been ... a relieve. The pain got stronger with each passing minute. Underneath all that pain there was the need for food. He just couldn’t remember when he had eaten something. And even though he found it funny himself, there was another urge. The urge to be with a woman. Too long had it been since Libby had left him. And he was the unfortunate guy who did not get a new girl. And so, underneath the longing for the drug and the need for food, he wanted to fuck a woman. If only he would find one. He was so desperate that he would grab the first attractive woman and he would tear away her cloth, he would pull down her panties and then.... Yes, he would fuck her senseless. If only he would find a girl. She did not hear a thing. Nothing. Just, plain nothing. On her way through the manila colored corridors Stephanie heard nothing but the sound of her shoes on the dark linoleum. But, no, that was a lie. She actually heard the pounding of her heart. She felt the rising fear in her body. She was all alone in this huge building. And she doubted that anyone would have heard her if she had screamed through the thick metal doors at the entrance to the shopping area. But that did not matter anymore ... anyway. Now she had to find an office with a phone. She only hoped that the clerks wouldn’t have locked their offices. But that she would have to worry about when she got there. There, ahead, there was light, at least more that the dim light that shone from the night lights. It was different. And when Stephanie turned around the corner she saw the wall of glass. A huge window front that let her have the most magnificent view over Manhattan. And for a short moment the young woman with those short cut dark brown hair was impressed. But then her fear kicked in. - I have to find a phone - She knew those words had become a little stale after she had been repeating them about a thousand times in the last half an hour. But Stephanie couldn’t help it. She was afraid to spend the night in this huge, empty building. And there she would be, confined to a closed section, like a holding cell with ... those huge windows. She stepped closer to the window front and exhaled, a little exhausted. Putting her hands on the steel bar that was running in front of the glass front she starred into the upcoming night. The city, down below, was still in a rush. Car after car ran by. It was like a never ending snake, running through the mountains of the city. She still couldn’t figure out how all of this had happened. She had only wanted to go to the bath room. She had been there for such a long time. And normally the mall wouldn’t close this early. How in all of the world had this happened? Stephanie shook her head. No sense in thinking about it. The only thing that mattered was to find a way out of this mess. And so she decided to turn away from the windows and go on with her search for a phone. But this was only a decision she made. She never had the chance to put it into action. A hand came down onto Stephanie’s left shoulder. Fingers pressing real hard into her neck. She screamed in pain and her knees instantly became weak. And so the young woman went down onto her knees, not believing, not knowing what was happening. When she finally realized that something was terribly wrong, she looked up. She looked up into the face of a young man. But it was no one who would make her smile or at least remotely comfortable. She looked into distorted features, raging with hate, with needs she would have to fulfill. He had found his victim. If he would have been sober, he would never have thought that something like this could be possible. But he wasn’t, and so it didn’t matter. He thought that this was the logical ongoing of the thoughts he had before. There were those needs of ... having a beautiful woman ... those needs of.... sticking his cock into the wet and narrow ... pussy... And all of a sudden there he had found her. Young ... a... He did not care... His hand went down onto her slim shoulder... And he knew he was superior in strength. And in need of satisfaction. He would fuck her ... oh god, he would fuck her all right. One moment and Stephanie had found back her strength. She realized what was about to happen. She saw a really worn down man, a junkie who obviously did not have his drug for some time. He was thin, was dirty and had this expression in his face that told her that there was no arguing with him. He would rape her... But Stephanie did not want to be raped. It was just instinct and she did not have to be brave or anything. And so the young woman shook off his hand. She got up and pushed the thin man away from her in one swift move. He stepped back, a little confused at first. But he soon regained his confidence and the will to fulfill his needs. Stephanie looked left, looked right, looking for a way to get away. She did not understand this situation. She hadn’t fully comprehended her being locked away from the rest of the world, and ... now there was this man... It was just instinct that told the young woman to avoid any further confrontation with this man. And so she turned left, started running along the long window front in the office section of one of New York’s biggest malls. She did not look back; only wanted to get away. Stephanie’s heart was racing; her pulls went up the roof. Sweat started coming out of her pores, her expensive silk blouse sticking to her skin. Slowly, after she had turned right, still having a outward curved window front left of her, she felt fear overwhelming her. The basic instinct of survival still was there, but her thoughts over fought it. And when she looked back for the first time, the young woman realized that this had been her biggest mistake. The moment she was distracted by looking back, her right foot hit a rusty bucket left behind by some cleaning personal. She screamed and hit the floor hard before she knew it. Stephanie’s face hit the linoleum floor and she lost consciousness. Something was different. Something was not the way it was supposed to be. Aside from the shear madness of her headache, she felt like her body had been put into a machine. And this machine hurt her, dragged her along to the home of madness. She knew she had to open up her eyes, but they hurt so much. -Please let me sleep mom... please, I don’t want to go to school- Stephanie opened her eyes and dizziness instantly let her vision blur. She was being dragged over the floor ... that much she knew. And when the vision cleared she looked up and saw who it was who pulled her along the dark corridor, only lit by the lights below. The madman... The junkie, the man who was in this place where no one was supposed to be. Not even her... "Let me go! " She screamed and tried to hold on to the ground underneath her. But of course it was futile. How was she supposed to get hold on something that slippery? The madman turned and looked at her. He smiled and turned away. And he kept on dragging her along the corridor. Finally he stopped and let go of her feet. It hit the ground hard and the young woman was still stunned. She looked up at the dark man, moaning. And when she supported her upper body with her hands, getting in an upright position, the thin man smiled on her. "Don’t try to do anything, bitch. " He then came down, kneeing in front of her. This time Stephanie could make out his features for the first time. He really was thin, and she, without being a specialist, could see how deeply he was caught in the sea of addiction. "Please, Sir... let me go. " He did not say one word then. He simply bent over, grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed her forward. Stephanie’s body slid over the smooth surface of the linoleum floor. Her head then stopped when it was hanging over the edge of the ground. The window front was curved outward, and so there was no support for Stephanie’s neck. Her head was hanging over the edge. Her heart went faster and faster. Fear, shear fear that the man might push her over the edge so that her body would come crashing through the glass.... down onto the nightly streets of New York. "Noooo! " But then he stopped her. Stephanie looked up, seeing the dark man over her body. "If you do anything, whore, I will push you.... understood!? " She did not have the strength to say something, barely able to nod. "What?! " "Y...Yes...I won’t do anything. Please let me go...please. " But again he didn’t answer her pleading. Then his answer came... Stephanie stopped breathing... His hands came down ... clashing down... onto her breasts. She lifted her head, her eyes wide... He smiled down on her, almost sitting on top of her. His fingers were spread over her breasts. She didn’t wear a bra, and so she felt the intense pressure when he started massing them. She wanted to scream... His fingers pressed really hard into the soft and firm flesh. So hard that it hurt her like the fires of hell. He pressed the breasts, squeezing them, digging the fingers as deeply as possible into them. It robbed her breath. She could only have her head hanging over the artificial cliff, tears running from her eyes. Stephanie’s mouth kept on being open, saliva running over her chin. She grabbed the edge of the floor, constantly being afraid of sliding over, falling down to the ground, dying on impact. The dark man kept on massaging Stephanie’s breasts, rubbing his thumps over her nipples, his mouth as open as his eyes. Madness that could only be stopped by having his needs fulfilled. Her neck hurt and she wanted to pass out. She just couldn’t have this any longer. Her breasts were burning, her nipples as wound as her throat. And then, after what seemed like every time in the world, the hands let go, the pressure subsided. He sat up and started breathing heavily. It took a little while till Stephanie realized that the pain was slowing down. She opened her eyes, lifting her head so much that she could see what was happening on the linoleum floor. She saw her captor, saw him sitting over her, his eyes still mad, breathing hard. She knew it was futile but she had to try anyway. She was so afraid of the unavoidable. It was unthinkable, was... "Please, Mister, please let me go. I won’t tell anybody. Please don’t r... rape me? " The man did not answer with words. He pushed himself a little back while his victim was eyeing him, wanted to determine what he was about to do. Though she knew it already. "No, please ..."she whispered to herself. But the thin man did not care. He was smiling madly when he pushed his fingers underneath the thin, brown belt that she wore around her waist. She noticed, unconsciously his shaking fingers. He was aroused all right. - Oh God ...." Stephanie’s neck hurt like hell, her muscles weren’t used to this kind of work. But she couldn’t just let her head hang down over the edge of the floor, looking down on the street far below. It was the unavoidable, the unthinkable ... the fear that let her keep on looking at her captor ... at the rapist. He pushed open the button off her pants while he was groaning, shaking. He found the zipper with shaking fingers and pulled it down as fast as he was able to. When his hands grabbed Stephanie’s pants at the waist, when he started pulling them down, she felt hot tears of pain running down her cheeks. He did not hurt her physically, not yet anyway, but he had crushed her soul. She was so afraid, so shaking, so ... frustrated, without any control. He would just do it. Without asking he would fuck her. And there was nothing Stephanie could do. Her beige colored pants went down her legs. With the sound of leaves in the wind, the light material flew over her smooth legs. Then, when their were around her ankles, the man looked up again, breathing heavily, sweating, his eyes wide and with a certain sense of madness. He smiled at her, nodding like this pulling down of her pants had proven something he had been thinking about. "You like that, don’t you....," he came crawling on all four, closer till he was about over her hips. "We really should see what’s inside there...," and he pressed the index finger of his right hand deep into Stephanie’s right breast. Her features distorted in pain. "No" she whispered. "Oh, yes," he nodded again. And then he, again, cubed the young woman’s breasts. Full they were; firm and in pretty good shape. No implants, not hanging down like old leaves. She had nice breasts. He liked them very much. But when Stephanie anticipated him doing it again, massaging, hurting her ... he pulled his hands away, let them hover over her breasts for quite some time. Like predators of prey his hands were in midair. Saliva, running from his chin, hit the young woman’s stomach and she winced. "Please, let me go..." He did not answer her this time. Instead the worn down man opened up her blouse. Fast and with fingers that were not shaking at all. One button after another the blouse was opened. The expensive silk was sliding aside, over her breasts, revealing them and her flat stomach. And with every inch of exposed skin, a junkie from New York City began breathing faster. And when he finally had opened up the last button on the young woman’s blouse, he took the delicate fabric on each side of her body between index finger and thump to pick it up, to pull the blouse apart so that now her whole upper body could be seen. Breasts, full and firm Strolling The Mall Ch. 02 This is work of fiction. No harm is intended, and anyone who cannot separate fiction from reality should try consulting a doctor. The majority of crime novelist don’t kill people, and so the majority of erotic-fiction authors don’t violate people. And, to make it clear...I don’t do any harm myself. ***** The Second Rape It had been a year ago. A year had passed since her life as she had known it, had ended. Three hundred and sixty five days...well, maybe one or two or three days more than that. One year in a lifetime that, under normal circumstances would not make any change at all. One...one day that had crushed her life, had crushed her soul, her very existence. That day when she had arrived from abroad, when she had decided to stroll the mall, to do some power shopping. That one day, when she had been locked away in the office-section of that mall. One hour, one minute...when he had taken her. That moment, that hour when he had beaten her, when he had pushed her to the ground, her head hanging over the edge of the floor, only covered by the outward curved windows from the cold night winds of New York City. And then he had raped her. Stephanie closed her eyes for one moment, tried to stay calm while she had stopped the car at a red light. Remember the therapy...remember that it is in the past. It will never happen again. Never... She fought the tears, fought the fear in her body. The fear that one day, in the middle of the night he would come to her. He would stand over her bed, he would push away the sheets, would fuck her...fuck her...fuck her...fuck her.... Hot tears started running down her face and Stephanie started weeping. It took her one moment to realize that some people behind her were pumping there horns, wanted her to step on it. It’s over... Stephanie pushed the pedal and her old, light green Oldsmobile started moving again. It had been a really hard time for the young woman, but now she had a job to do. A job, a focus in her life. And this one goal, this focus had become the only reason for her not to commit suicide. Her job was to find that creature. Though, afraid as she was, though as much as she wanted to be home, on another continent... she knew that she had to face her darkest fears. She had to find him; she had to make sure he would never do that to any other woman in his lifetime again. Her breathing became faster when she took the route towards that part of town where he was supposed to be. That dark part, that poor part...where nobody would care if she died on the streets, or if the man would rape her again. “Oh God...please stop this. I can’t do this with that kind of thinking.” No, she couldn’t. No. Involuntarily Stephanie glanced over to the other seat where the gun lay, covered by an old peace of cloth. Yes, that one was her life insurance. She crossed the bridge and took the second exit into the darkest part of town. When she turned right onto one broad street, she could instantly make out burning trashcans and a lot of younger people standing around those cans. Stephanie’s guts were turned into one big knot and her heart kept on racing. She knew she had to go on. She had come this far and wouldn’t be stopped by her own fears. He will rape you... “No!” The young woman, dressed in an expensive blouse and sand colored pants, hit the wheel with her right hand, her face distorted into one grim mask. “No, he will not. Stop thinking that!” Alright, baby, concentrate on your goal. Find that damned street, find the house. A glance onto the map, also laying on the other seat, told her that she was almost there. Only minutes later she turned the car into one side street and turned right again at the next light. Now the only thing left for her to do was to find number 1123...piece of cake. “Yes!” There it was...number 1123, one really run down place, with only a hint of color on old stonewalls, now covered by graffiti. Stephanie pulled the car over and stopped right in front of number 1123. There she turned the key and the engine died. It was quiet for one endless moment; one moment in which the young woman closed her eyes and felt her chest moving hard. She knew she was close now, so close, so close to him. Oh God, give me strength... She opened up the drivers door and stepped onto the otherwise deserted street, then locked the door and took one long look at the old building. “Hotel NY,” it said.... Hotel Hell It took her all her courage to move any closer to the entrance. Her fears, that inner voice that constantly told her that she was about to get raped again, drained her strength, but she kept her pace, kept her will to end this. And the pressure of the gun, underneath that old piece of cloth in her right hand was the reassuring voice of hope. And when she walked up the steps to the Hotel door, Stephanie felt a little better. “Excuse me, sir.” A young woman, fragile looking, in an expensive silk blouse and sand colored pants stood at the counter and tried to pick up the clerk’s attention. “Yes?” He was an old man with a very white beard, and his uniform seemed to be as old as the Hotel. “I am looking for one Michael Morgan. Somebody told me, Mister Morgan has a room in your Hotel.” The man glanced over to a group of equally old man, sitting around one table and playing cards. The men waved at him and they began laughing. “Well, young lady, Mister Morgan is not in his room right now. If I were you, I would get back where I came from. Mister Morgan is not a very friendly person.” Stephanie gulped some saliva and felt the knot in her guts tightening. “I know, but I have to find him. It is very important.” And there, the old man seemed to recognize the gun underneath that old piece of cloth. But the man did not say anything. “Well, in that case...,” he scratched the back of his head, “go to the old Waybill Building in second street. There, in that dark and cold cellar you will find that man. I don’t know what he is doing in that cellar, and I don’t want to know. But if I were you....” “You would go where you came from, right?!” He simply nodded. “Lady, you must have one hell of a good reason to go there and find that Michael Morgan.” Stephanie’s face had become one mask of insecurity, and the color from her delegate features had left her face entirely. She was so afraid... He will fuck you...he will massage your tits, he will stick his fat, big cock right into your pussy....again. He will rape you, darling...again When Stephanie shook her head, the old man behind the counter just shook his head too. “Good luck, young lady.” Then he turned away to watch one baseball game that had been going on for the entire conversation. Stephanie turned on one heel and left the Hotel. Her heart was pounding when she stepped onto the street again. Second street, he had said. As far as she knew, this street was only one block away, and so she did not take the car but wandered down the street, always looking for any possible danger that might await her in this dark part of town. Against all her fears, Stephanie reached the deserted building without any incidents. With a heavy heart and a hard moving chest she stood in front of the house, shaking and realizing that the moment of truth had finally come. Now or never...all the sessions with her psychiatrist, all the long nights with her friend had lead her to this one final moment of truth. It was now or never...now...or...never. She sighed and the grip around the gun became stronger while a cold wind came up the stairs from the dark reality of the cellar. Goosebumps appeared all over her skin, but the young woman bit on her lower lip and stepped into the house of destiny. Drops of stale water kept on hitting the puddle underneath the stairway while her short hair was moved constantly by some sort of wind from down this house. What wind it was that war created within one building, Stephanie couldn’t say. She felt dizzy, felt unable to form a straight thought, only kept on hanging to the gun she held in a firm grip. The young woman was shivering while she reached the end of the stairs, now faced with a long corridor, only partly illuminated by the light that felt in through one very small and widely cracked window at the end of that corridor. Shades were moving across the light grey concrete and somewhere in the unknown distance indefinable noise was being created while a terrified young woman kept on walking down the path of her destiny. Stephanie knew oh so much that she had to find that creature. She knew her own fears had to be overcome; she knew she had to face her fears. This man, this creature would never in his time do violence to another human being. She would kill him, if necessary. She would commit murder, would face consequences that would arise through her own actions. No one was around, no one would watch her, would stop her from fulfilling her destiny. And the young woman in her expensive silk blouse, in her beige pants... one woman nobody would ever suspect to spend her time in this shabby part of town... suddenly felt weak. How was she supposed to go through with this complete nonsense? This was madness... a young woman armed with a gun, in the worst part of town was after a violent drug addict. This man, who still had more strength then she ever would posses, would ... would... There was one sound somewhere in the cellar. One sound that was being made by some other human being...followed by what told her that it was indeed a human being who had made that sound to begin with.... a cough. Stephanie jumped, her heart started drumming in her chest and sweat was running down each side of her face. “Anyone there...,” she whispered into the darkness. Silent cries...muffled... The young woman reached the end of the corridor and was forced to turn right into another corridor. Left and right of that long tunnel were metal-doors and now... now Stephanie could hear those voices. Voices of pain...silent...filled with tears. “Oh my God...” She stopped and felt her heart drumming heavily, loud and under a lot of stress. She looked at one of those steel doors and grabbed the lock. A light pull and the lock was open. She looked into the small room behind the thin metal door and stopped dead in her motion. It was not possible, it was...horror... There, stretched out on one small bench lay one girl, her arms behind her head, tears filling red eyes, shivering, looking at Stephanie in hopeless pain. Please help me... her eyes said... her mouth unable to speak the plea for help. “God...!” She was about to get into that small room, to untie the young girl when Stephanie heard another muffled cry. Right there, the room to the left... She went over, opened up the lock and looked inside only to find the same dramatic situation: One small, young girl tied onto one small bench, looking at her with pain in her eyes. Help me... Stephanie shook her head. “This monster...,” she said aloud and knew who was responsible for those horrible deeds. She was sure that those girls...how many however...certainly had been raped. Raped like herself. Locked up inside those terrible rooms, in one cellar, in those slums...young girls raped and beaten up. She had to help them, she had to untie them, set them free. Suddenly her own pain had become a lot less important to the young woman. She saw those young women, naked, raped and suddenly became aware of her own mouth being wide open. Stephanie pushed her gun into the belt of her beige, wide pants and went over to the next, open door. “Don’t be afraid... I will help you.” She went into the small room unaware of the dark shadow that was creeping into the cellar behind her. She had untied that girl; the girl with wide eyes, with shaking limps. She was dirty, had bruises all over her skinny body and flinched all of a sudden when Stephanie touched her in order to untie her from those thick robes. “Shhh... It will be alright.” She bent over the girl’s hands and was about to pull open the knot when two very strong hands grabbed Stephanie around her hips. She screamed out aloud... And her slim body was pulled back, out of the cellar into the semi-dark corridor. There, the back of Stephanie’s head hit the wall real hard and her lights were knocked out. The first thing she noticed was that throbbing pain in her head. She knew she was awake, she knew that something was wrong, and when she realized that she wasn’t able to move her arms, she remembered what had happened to her. Here she was... she lay on one of those benches, in one of those cells, in a dark cellar, in an abandoned house in the worst part of town. Tears ran down her face and Stephanie opened up her eyes. The pain wouldn’t subside, and the knot in her stomach told her that she was in big trouble. Finally she had found that thin junkie, that bastard who had raped her about one year ago. And what had happened? Did she shoot him? Did she bring him to justice? No, she did not. All she did was a transformation into the victim again. Stephanie sighed and tried to calm herself. She had to do something, she had to get rid of those ties around her hands, had to free herself, had to get away... But, what would happen if this creature would come to her? What? Would he rape her...for the second time? Would he rape her like he most likely had raped this other girl...or those other girls that might be laying in those cells? Would he do that? Rape her? Stephanie closed her eyes for a moment and focused on her breathing. She felt the calmness flowing in her limps, easing away those unproductive fears. Now she felt good...better anyway. She opened her eyes again and tried to think of anything that might help her getting away. She pulled on her robes, stretched her neck and saw that the creature had tied her to one old pipe running behind her head across the wall. He had used handcuffs, shiny handcuffs not ropes. Well, there was no escape here. Hey, bitch...do you always give up this easily? “No...” Though Stephanie had just whispered that word of denial, it echoed in her prison, sounded like the big bang in her ears. What else? She couldn’t even sit up. She had to lay here, on that bench. And when he would show up, he would just have to pull open her blouse, he would just have to pull down her pants and panties...would have to push her legs apart, would.... “Stop!” The young woman screamed those words out aloud. She did not care whether anyone would here her. What difference did it make? None...none at all. She was his piece of meat, his victim, his prey...easy for him to fuck! Her chest was moving heavily and she felt a fine layer of sweat on her forehead...no, all over her body. She felt fear climbing up, crawling all over her skin, into her brain. There was nothing she could do. Nothing she...would do... And then the young woman with short hair and the radiation of superiority did not feel so superior anymore. She did not mind her expensive clothing, she did not mind her heritage... all she wanted, was to get away from this place. Footsteps... the echo of heavy boots thundered through the old cellar and that old building, covered in dusk and evil. Thundering feet, thundering boots, thundering... and the man came closer. And all of a sudden Stephanie could hear muffled screams from her left and her right. Whining, crying, screams for help from those other victims in those other cells. How often had that man raped those girls? How often? One time? Two times... like herself... Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, you are about to witness the second rape of our superior Stephanie from a superior family. The second rape, the second fuck, the second humiliation. Now, now, now... Stephanie’s heart was pounding heavily in her chest as the sound of closing footsteps filled the air. He was close now... A new sound...noise... like he was running something over the metal doors of those makeshift cells. “Hello Pussies...hello. hello Ladies...time to stick a huge cock into your longing openings!” Stephanie pressed her lips together while tears were running down the sides of her face. She was shaking; fear held her firmly in its grasp. Closer... He had to be only inches away from her cell. God...please make him pass...please...not me. Forgotten were all those heroic feelings, all those good deeds she wanted to commit...only fear was left. Unspeakable fear to get fucked again...to loose her life if she did not do what he wanted her to do. The fear of doing it without any fight. She would be so disgusting...so low... A lock was opened. One lock to one cell. One cell...her cell. “NO!” The metal door was opened and it wasn’t him. A huge shadow was standing in the doorway, looking down on her. He was breathing heavily under worn out, torn cloth, swinging slightly from side to side. Stephanie looked up at him and her heart stopped beating for an instant. This man, this creature was tall, was broad and muscular. This man most certainly wasn’t the junkie, the thin man who had raped her a year ago. This man...stepping closer, stepping into the dim light was...was an Indian, native American...what ever. This man bent down and the shaking young woman could make out the scars all over his face, could see his long, black and dirty hair, could smell him. And this smell made her stomach turn and twist. It robbed her of her breath, forced water into her eyes. “What have we here?” She knew this question was purely rhetorical, but...anyway, Stephanie could not have answered his question even if it wasn’t mend to be rhetorical. She was firmly in fears grip. Her whole body was numb, and at the same time shaking with the primal urge to flee. The dark man, the Indian, the shadow did something like a smile while his right hand moved closer and then... then he took her face into his rough hand, and there was nothing she could do. She simply could not move... The Indian pressed her cheekbone slightly, tried to caress her face. “Another young woman...another...,” and then his face distorted into a mask of brutality, into something inhuman, without any compassion. He let go of Stephanie’s face and...and...and his fingers took hold of the young woman’s left breast. “Nooo...,” she screamed out the sharp pain that shot throughout her slim and shaking body. The Indian started pressing the breast; he started massaging it with shear brutality. His finger were pressing the firm flesh, his thump was rubbing over the nipple, and in this very moment Stephanie would have given everything for a bra. Why hadn’t she put one on? Why had she been so careless...? But she could not think clearly now, since the Indian kept on pressing and knitting and massaging her left breast. She was entirely sure, that later on there would be dark spots appearing all over the breast. “It feels really good, bitch. Really good...,” he grinned down on her while he sat on the edge of the bench, still massaging the hurting breast that still was covered by the extreme expensive silk of her blouse. After a while of silence on his part, after a while of painful whining on her part, after a while where he kept on pressing the breast, the Indian suddenly withdrew his hand. Through her tears Stephanie could see him breathing heavily when he got up from the bench. He looked down on the young woman and she had the feeling that he was thinking about how he would continue treating her. “I am going to fuck you, you know!?” She simply looked at him. Of course she knew that he would rape her. Of course she knew that her biggest mistake since that one night in the mall would now pay off. Of course the young woman knew that this creature would rape her...rape her... Strolling The Mall Ch. 02 Of course now she would get raped for the second time in her life... More tears came down running all over her face. She started sobbing, started whining despite the fact that she hated weak women. Now that she had become a weak woman there just wasn’t any hope left for Stephanie to escape her rape. She had become a victim again. The Indian opened up his pants and Stephanie was being paralyzed while she looked at him. She looked at him and saw his pants rushing down to the dirty floor. She looked at him, seeing him, stepping out of his pants...she...saw a huge cock rising... The giant Indian came closer again, all the while not freeing her from his dominating gazes of lust. “Now...let’s see how you behave, my little slut.” The giant Indian again sat on the edge of her bench. Without hesitation he grabbed the thin, brown belt of her beige pants and opened it. The girl was shivering all the time...wanted to free herself...wanted to get away...anyhow realizing that this wish would not come true. He then pressed the button open, grabbed the fine pin of the silver colored zipper and pulled it down...slowly...srrrrrrrr... “God, I like that...you must be wet already...,” he smiled at her, seeing her widened eyes, seeing her breasts shaking a little underneath the silken blouse...,”but it doesn’t matter, honey...I’ll fuck you anyway...even dry.” The Indian now grabbed her wide, beige colored pants at the waist and got up while he pulled them down in one swift and powerful move. They slid over her feet and Stephanie closed her eyes; gulping...knowing... “Nice panties...bitch.” He was breathing heavily, and Stephanie could see that his huge cock was fully erect now, pointing upwards... “Come, whore, you know you need this.” He bent forward and pushed one hand between her legs, pressing down the champagne colored panties against her dry vagina. She flinched in anticipation... But he just grinned and withdrew his hand...but when the young woman with those dark blonde, short haircut started to relax again, the Indian grabbed her pelvis and his eyebrows drew together... “You will be fucked, so hard, baby...and so often, that you’ll think that my cock belongs in your pussy-hole...,” then he started laughing, real hard, real loud....and the sound of his barking laugh echoed through the cellar. Stephanie could hear the sudden screams of fear, coming from the other cells. She could hear the other girls...girls that had been raped already...God knew how many times... She closed her eyes again, and again hot tears came running down her soft, and now reddish, cheeks. “Please...,” she cried, “please...don’t rape me.” But the only answer the slim, young woman got, was him pulling down her panties...down, over her legs, down over her feet... And when Stephanie opened up her eyes again, when she looked down, towards her feet, she could see...and she felt...that her lower body now had become completely naked, not covered by anything that would protect her from his dirty looks. Not that it mattered... The Indian with the huge cock now came over her... He spread his legs, using her bench as some kind of horse, almost sitting over her pelvic bones. His breathing became even faster, even more heavy when he took hold of her extremely expensive silken blouse again. He held the fabric in his clenched fists and Stephanie, who wasn’t able to breathe, knew what he would do... “Oh God, please...no...!” And then the huge Indian tore her extremely expensive, silken blouse apart. The small, white buttons flew in every possible direction, hitting the concrete floor as well as the walls and the ceiling. Their flight was accompanied by the shrill scream mixed out of surprise and incredible fear, escaping Stephanie’s dry throat. Her shaking became worse when he saw into his dark, unforgiving eyes. Her breasts where shaking, her flat stomach, heaving up and down, up and down in an effort to suck air into her hurting lungs. “Please...,” the girl gasped, “please don’t...don’t rape me...!” Suddenly, with great care, the huge Indian put aside the silken fabric of her blouse, placing it to the extreme left and the extreme right, underneath her body. “Now...that’s the way I prefer my bitches...naked.” And indeed, only dressed in one torn apart blouse, the slim and young body of the girl named Stephanie lay almost naked underneath a giant Indian who had raped so many girls and women that he, if asked how many there were, would have no answer at all. He was there...on all fourth...breathing hard and rough...saliva dripping down the edges of his mouth...down...through stale air...hitting Stephanie’s breasts... And the young woman flinched again, in despair and in disgust... Her head turned to the side, so that she now would not have to look at the beast...she did small prayers...prayers of hate...prayers to a God who had done nothing to prevent this... A God who had her raped...two times...two... She hated this God... The Indian, on the other hand, loved his gods very much. He almost smiled when he bent down, taking her left nipple between rotten lips, sucking on them like a baby. His left hand took hold of her right breast and the man started pressing, started knitting, started massaging her breast, again so hard that hot tears of pain shot into Stephanie’s eyes. Gasps for air and silent prayers...in between small cries of pain...and her hands, her fingers were digging into the old mattress... “No...no...no...” Then, all of a sudden, the huge Indian let go of both her breasts and looked up towards her face. “Look at me...,” his voice now sounded rough and full of unspoken threats...no one to play with. Stephanie’s head turned till she was looking into those dark eyes again...She had to blink away all those salty tears in order to see the monster more clearly. “It’s time,” his eyes became wide and his voice was that of a magician announcing the biggest trick he ever had performed. Stephanie had nothing to say... The girl just lay there, underneath the creature, shaking in fear...and frustration...and crying silently to a God who would have no mercy. Her legs and her firm breasts shaking, her flat stomach, covered in sweat like the rest of her slim body... The giant repositioned himself between the muscular legs, pressing them apart with his own legs. His arms on each side of her...his eyes directed towards the young woman he no possessed. For one brief moment time stood still in that stale smelling small cell, deep down in the guts of the big city. One moment the shaking young woman looked into the dark eyes of a huge man. One moment there was a silent understanding that this young woman would have no chance what so ever of escaping his needs. He would... The tip of his huge cock touched Stephanie right above her pubic hair and she jumped in shock. A smile formed on the rough face of the Indian but he did not say a word. He lowered himself, repositioned his penis, let it slide down through the dark pubic hair, between dry vaginal lips. “Please...,” her face had become a mask of pleading, a mask of prey...a mask of surrender... The cock went hard against the dry vagina. It was pressed hard between those lips and the man forced his way into her body. And a hard an painful way it was... The Indian kept on pressing his cock deeper and deeper into Stephanie’s vagina. The screams of pain echoed through the cell, echoed through the cellar...till... Finally the Indian had his cock buried in the depth of Stephanie’s body. The girl gasped for air and felt stiff, stiff as a sculpture...she couldn’t, wouldn’t move till the pain in her body would subside... But the Indian did not care for waiting. The Indian instantly started fucking the rich, young woman on his bench. And with each and every thrust of his lower body, with each thrust of his cock into her, the pain was hurled back towards the beginning. Stephanie’s eyes were filled with tears and her head was as empty as it could be. There was no time, there was no chance for her to think a straight thought. The pain emptied her head and all she could sense was the rape... The Indian was coughing, breathing heavily, was sweating while he kept on pumping his long and hard cock into the woman’s vagina. The small bench was creaking under their weight, was creaking with each and every thrust into her. The cell around her became distorted, was whirling around...and found it’s center in her lap. In her hurting, in her dry lap, sending bolts of incredible pain throughout her body. Minutes passed and sometimes she was on the verge of collapsing, sometimes she was on the edge of fainting out. But somehow her consciousness held her back, wouldn’t allow her to leave this place of hell. The man shouted out his pain, was screaming out aloud the lust so that the other women, the other girls in all the other cells in his private prison of rape would hear him performing the initial ritual, the initial, the first rape to his latest possession. Again and again the cock went deep into her vagina. Into a vagina that only slowly and involuntarily would become a little wet. But by that time it was too late... A storm came up... A flood spilled the cave... White foam was covering the shore... And the seagulls were screaming out aloud, covering all there was with pain, with disgust, with the knowledge that it had happened again... For the second time in her life... For the second time... The second time taken, pushed around, used...fucked... The second time that she had been... The second rape. The moment he had pulled himself back, had gotten to his feet again...this moment she closed her lap, turned to the side and started crying. She started weeping, shaking... she let out all the pain in her soul. He had been like a force of nature that she hadn’t been able to resist. He had taken her... hadn’t asked, just taken her...just...fucked her senseless... The Indian stood over her, his cock becoming weak again. He looked down on her, saw what he had done to her...and smiled...and then started laughing...barking out loud that all the other ‘inmates’ would hear him. “My God, are you a little weakling... darling. Just a little fuck and you start loosing integrity....But,” he stepped into his pants, pulled them up, closed them...,”that has been a nice beginning. A nice first fuck...!” He kept on smiling, almost giggling and turned to open up the door to her little hell. Stephanie turned and sat up... “First...?!” Oh God, please make him let me go...please...this has to be it...really. “Oh yeah. I’ll be back to take your rear...next.” “But...,” she wanted to say so much more, wanted to tell him that he had to let her go, that she had been raped before, that he should have mercy (if God hadn’t...)...but she just sat there, half naked, with an open mouth and wide eyes, unable to say something. She just felt the burning in her lap and the upcoming pain in her breasts. She sat there and watched the Indian closing the door behind him. She heard him locking her away. And when the sound of his footsteps had subsided, she leaned against the back wall and kept on glancing at the closed door. He would come back. He would do it again... He would fuck her, humiliate her, stick his cock into her... “Oh God...,” she whispered. Into her ass. “Oh God...no...,” she was in total awe. This just couldn’t be true. No, no, no... Of course men did that often to their girlfriends. Of course this was...often...done. But never to her. Stephanie had always refused to let herself fucked into the...rear. And she certainly wouldn’t want this to happen with this monster... But did she have a choice? She closed her eyes and felt the rhythm of her own breathing, felt the heaving of her chest. Her right hand moved into her lap; her fingers were touching her vagina and she flinched back. It hurt so much... More tears came running down her face, filled her eyes like two small lakes with salty recalls of the hell she had been living through. And then Stephanie fell into a dreamless sleep. She leaned back and was drawn into a pitch-black sleep. It didn’t matter that she only wore her torn blouse, that she would most likely be really cold when she woke up. It all did not matter. She had to sleep... as long as it was possible. She had to sleep and forget. There were no images in her dream. She did not remember the brutal assault, the blow to her head...not the binding to the bench, not the torn blouse, not the sex...the rape... She did not think very much. She dreamed of blackness, of... nothing. Till... Please go away...I want to sleep. Again something shook her. “No...,” she tried to pull herself away. But the grip was too tight, too...it hurt...and she awoke from the sound of her own scream. Her eyes flew wide open and in the very first moment Stephanie did not know where she was, or why she felt so cold that it hurt. But then, then she saw his face, saw all those deep scars, saw the darkness in his eyes...unforgiving and demanding.... “Hey, pussy-hole.... it’s time to fuck again.” He pulled hard on her, pulled her to her feet. She was still partly caught in the dream world, partly caught in the real world. She only subconsciously figured out that the man had freed her from the shiny handcuffs. The man, the Indian yanked so hard on her arm that Stephanie felt like he would pull out her arm. Incredible pain shot throughout her body and it took only a small portion of time for her to regain her consciousness. She was screaming, but felt to her huge relieve, that the pain started subsiding. The Indian took hold of her other arm too and then pressed the young woman against one wall in that stale smelling and badly illuminated cell. Stephanie’s chest was heaving up and down and her eyes, again, were wide when she looked into the face of her enemy. “I see, you’re still undressed....,” he smiled, “...good.” Then the giant let go of her arms and instead took the remaining blouse in between his big and rough fingers. Slowly and with a knowing smile on his face the man pulled the very expensive silk down and over her shoulders. It slid down very easily and then the young, frightened woman was completely naked. “Please let me go. I...I can’t...” He took her shoulders again and bent down till his face was only inches away from her face. “You will go when...and if I say so, honey. Today you will enjoy what I have in store for you.” Her face seemed to melt into pure fear. What else would he do to her? Would he...her ass....no... “Now, turn around, honey...” The man turned the girl around, whirled her around, towards her bench. “Bent down...” Stephanie’s tears began running down her face again... still unable to hold herself together. “Bent down!” The giant’s fingers started pressing real hard into her shoulder and Stephanie screamed out aloud... She bent down and placed her hands flat onto the old mattress. Her captor kicked her left ankle and more pain, more tears flooded her slim body. She obeyed and felt a heavy weight on her chest, pressing down on her, hindering her to breathe... Involuntarily she opened up her eyes, and saw, up side down, in between her legs, the man, undressing himself, pulling down his pants again. No...oh God...no...nooooo... She knew, there was no strength left in her soul. How much pain can one woman stand? How much pain, how much?.. She had totally lost control over any actions, over any part of her life. She held her breath...saw his erect cock closing down on her... Finally the man grabbed her pelvic bones, her hips and she heard his growling, dark voice booming throughout the cellar. “Relax, pussy, relax...it doesn’t hurt if you relax now...!” “Please don’t do that to me...please...!” The tip of his huge cock touched her right buttock. “No!” Then the young woman felt his right hand on her butt. She felt the middle finger touching her rear and...he pressed it...it entered her anus and she held her breath. The middle finger of the giant Indian started moving in and out of her, obviously widening the opening. A little later a second finger joined the first one and the man kept on turning them in her back. Sharp pain shot through her rear and from there ran through the rest of her. He pulled them out...and Stephanie closed her eyes. Again the cock touched her. The young woman shook her head slightly, trying to quit thinking, knowing what was about to happen. Tears left her eyes and hit the old mattress. She heard something, outside of her prison, somewhere in the distance, out there, on the streets...but she had no false hope of rescue. She knew, here, in the worst part of town, here where people constantly were fighting to survive, there would be no one who would voluntarily help a Caucasian woman, a rich woman. And even if there was someone, some angel of mercy, this One would not try to fight the giant Indian. This creature would tear anyone apart who would dare try to interfere with his perverse lust. He let go of her shoulders and she felt his huge hands on her buttocks. The man took hold of them with a firm grip...pulling the buttocks apart, opening up the anus... “Oh God...” The tip of his cock was positioned between the firm buttocks, directly over the opening in her back. “God...,” she whispered with tears in her voice. The man stepped closer, pressing down on her, pressing the cock against her body, so that Stephanie almost fell over, stepping forward but stopping before her legs were touching the bench. His fingers were holding her tight, pulling her closer to him while his cock was pressed hard against the small hole... And then the tip of his cock entered the rear... “No!” She started shaking... Her breasts were moving from left to the right, her eyelids fluttering... The cock went deeper into her anus...His grip became tighter and he pulled her closer... The cock, causing hot pain, entered her...went slowly but steadily into Stephanie’s anus... “No!” she screamed. And then the huge and hard penis was buried in Stephanie’s ass. The girl was hyperventilating. Her limps were shaking, her eyes filled with tears; Stephanie’s muscles were trembling. Her mouth stood wide-open, saliva dripping from the upper teeth. The hot pain grew in intensity, filled her, came rushing through her body. Tears were now constantly running down her soft cheeks and an equally constant moaning kept on escaping her mouth. Stephanie’s fingers were buried deep in the fabric of those old sheets laying on the mattress; she kept on fighting for her balance and closed her eyes as the Indian started ramming down his huge and very hard dock into the realm of her anus. He kept on pumping, he kept on pushing the penis into her rear, into the hurting, into the throbbing opening. The cellar, the cell, the building seemed to be flooded with groaning, with sounds of pain and lust. The giant shouted out his lust, his fingers buried into the soft flesh around her pelvis, causing more pain. He did not think about easing his grip on her...he did not think at all, was instead caught in the lust, in the pleasure, in his own pain, in the need to come to an end. And so, with each passing moment, the Indian pushed harder, pushed faster. And soon the fuck, and soon the rape turned into some twisted kind of act and lust. It turned into a comic version, into something not quite right... The girl almost fainted, constantly on the verge of fainting out... The Indian kept on rubbing his cock over her anus, pushing it, pushing it... Minutes passed while other girls, in other cells, in the same cellar kept on hearing the atrocities, being inflicted on one rich, Caucasian and very innocent girl from uptown. They were listening to one act, they all had to endure before... Strolling The Mall Ch. 02 Some of them were very much relieved that it was not them who had to endure this again, that it was someone else who was being raped... Some of them felt sorry for the girl; some closed their eyes, trying to shut out all the violence... But closing her eyes did not prevent the act, did not stop the rape for Stephanie. She started praying, whispering to her God (the one who did nothing to stop the Indian)... urging time to pass on more quickly... God, how good it would be to be alone again... God how good it would be if this man would pull himself out of her body... God.... Please... And after only a few minutes... minutes that felt like an eternity, the act came to a sudden, but not unexpected stop... A stop when the Indian felt it coming... Coming to an end... Yes, now, there only had to be...a few more...God...yes, again... A warm pulse of lust seemed to come into one glow, one hot laser...one... Yes... Another push of his red and hurting cock into the tight asshole of this bitch...yes...oh God, how tight this beauty was... Push, harder, faster... And yes... Yes... The sperm shot out of him... The sperm shot into Stephanie’s anus, into her ass, into her rear, into her body... She felt it flowing into the wrong part, into the wrong opening... warm... The Indian’s scream of fulfilled lust came loud and fast and hit the ears and souls of some women, some girls, laying on benches in one run down place in the worst part of town. Finally Stephanie’s knees were too weak, finally they bent in and she fell over onto the bench. The cock, already on the way to it’s soft state, was pulled out of her by her move and when the young woman hit the mattress with her face, the Indian stumbled backwards and hit the door with his back. The man was breathing hard, was breathing heavily and a dark glow radiated from his body. A huge smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes... He pulled up his pants again, closed the belt and came strolling towards the bench where he let his eyes rest on the crumbled and shaking form of a slim, soft and beautiful woman. He still could not believe what kind of luck had pushed this Beauty into his doorway. What the hell was a girl like that doing in this part of town? Why would this angel come to him? He shook his head and decided not to think about fate and luck anymore. Sometimes life just was good to him. And then some new idea found its way into his head and the Indian felt the surge of newly found energy flowing throughout his body. Why not... He tilted his head slightly and kept on glancing down on the crying, young woman in front of him. Yes, why not... “On your feet, pussy!” Stephanie, though, at first, did not hear the Indian barking down his order on her. She was caught in her own world, in a world that would not let through anything that might harm her. She felt the throbbing pain in her anus, felt the warm sperm running partly out of her, covering the wounds around the opening. And it hurt so much, so much... Why wouldn’t she just faint? Why would God let this happen? “Get onto your feet, bitch or I’ll fuck you again.” She heard these words and they were reason enough to mobilize all the remaining energy in her broken body. Slowly but steadily, the young woman turned over and pushed her legs over the edge of the bench. She then came to her feet and had to close her eyes for one second or two in order not to fall back again onto the bench. If that should happen, if she would fall back onto the bench the creature would come over her again. He would then half an easy task and hand. Just pushing apart her sweat covered legs and... No... No, she was on her feet, but kept on trembling from left to right, looking at him like a broken bird. Please don’t hurt me again- was written all over her young face. And it was exactly this expression that the man liked so much. This pleading for mercy was the one source of energy that charged his existence. And this expression on the young and beautiful woman was the reason why he thought that his newest idea was absolutely right. “Turn around...,” he whispered. Stephanie gulped some saliva and nodded while she started turning on the spot. She turned around till she was facing her bench again. God, she cried silently, Please don’t let anything more happen to me. She heard him...doing something, not knowing what it was (not wanting to know). “Give me your hands or I’ll take them from you with my knife.” She straightened her arms behind her back and felt him grabbing them, holding them in his rough hands. And then she felt the handcuffs again on her wrists. She felt him closing the cuffs... He then let go of her hands, grabbing her shoulders instead. He turned her around looking into her pleading eyes...smiling... “I guess you don’t know much about life on the streets...do you?” Stephanie kept on looking...not acting... “Do you?” he asked while his fingers pressed her shoulders with brutal force and tears shot in her eyes. “No...no, I don’t!” A smile distorted his features. “Good.” And with that one word, the man grabbed her and pulled her towards the cell-door. Stephanie was pulled out onto the small corridor, not knowing what this bastard would now do to her. She was sobbing hot tears while her naked body was pushed and pulled along the dark corridor. “Where are you taking me,” she demanded to know. But the Indian did not answer her. He kept on pushing her till Stephanie could make out the opened door to the streets. “What?” she asked, trying to turn around, trying to look into his face, searching for answers she knew he wouldn’t give her. And then they were out on the deserted street. They were out in the sunlight and Stephanie came to realize how awkward this was. She came to realize that she was completely naked and that a giant Indian with scars , all over his face, held her by her left arm. “Look, little woman...you are in the slums of our glorious city. You are so far away from your wonderful world with shiny cars and lots of money...you are so far away from people who would take care of other people if they were in need of help. And I want to give you a present.” She now turned and looked into his eyes. “What...” She saw that the Indian pulled out one blindfold. “Turn around again,” his fingers were pushed harder into her soft flesh and Stephanie screamed out aloud. “Please...help,” she screamed into the sunlight, fully aware that there was no one who would help her... And then he pulled the blindfold over Stephanie’s eyes and pulled it so tight that her eyeballs hurt. “Please, what are you doing?” He finished his work and turned her around again so that she now was facing him again, though she couldn’t see him. “I am going to let you go now, girl.” No. No, she couldn’t believe his words. He just couldn’t just let her go...naked, blindfolded, handcuffed...in these streets... It would be her death sentence...it would be a license for murder, for ...rape... “No! I won’t go! I won’t!” She screamed at him, pleaded for mercy... “Why are you doing this to me? Why...,” Stephanie turned around because she couldn’t hear him anymore. “Where? Where are you? Please...,” her voice was shaking with pain, with rage and mostly with fear of what was about to happen to her. “Ple-ease...,” she fell to her knees, fell onto the streets and started crying. She kept on crying for ten minutes and she just did not care if anyone would see her, would hear her... she just felt so miserable that it did not seem to be possible to live a normal life again. But then, after ten minutes, the girl’s will to survive kicked in. Moaning in pain and pushing back all the remaining tears, the girl came to her feet again. And again she was shaking, and again on the verge of falling over. But She knew, she had to survive this trip through hell. She knew, she had survived two rapes...two... Oh God, I’ve been raped twice in my life...This junkie in the mall...this Indian... “Oh God, why are you doing this to me? Oh why...,” she said, stumbling forward with no sense of direction. The only thing she knew, the only reason why she kept on walking naked and broken, was the will to survive. She knew there was this small ray of light at the end of the tunnel. There would be therapy, there would be counseling...and...if she did this right, if nothing would happen to her...she could kill them both. Joey Montana hated this Tuesday. He sat on one old stool, right in front of the old house where he kept hiding from the police. He sighed while he drank some beer...there just wasn’t anything to do. Just staring at the blue sky, just standing the heat, just drinking. “Hey Joey,” Pablo said (his best pal) “What?” “I’m bored.” Joey nodded. “Me too,” Jose (second best friend) said. “Want another beer?” Joey asked, sighing and already grabbing another bottle. “Yes,” Pablo and Jose said in one voice. The three, young men, kept on looking down onto cracked pavement, feeling bored, feeling...just bored. But then Pablo heard something to his right and his head went up, turned right and his eyes fell onto something he never would have anticipated... not even in his dreams. “Hey!” He hit Jose but did not stop looking at... Jose’s and Joey’s heads turned and their jaws sank down. Three young men with no future saw one young woman who had a future stumbling naked towards them. At once the three young men were on their feet. Without consulting each other about what they had to do, they started walking toward a slim and beautiful girl with short dark-blonde hair, with full breasts and no gram fat on her hips. They saw the girl, noticed the blindfold and somehow did not find it strange that she was completely naked. “Hey guys,” Joey said. “What?” “You think what I think?” “What do you think?” Pablo asked. “I think there is no one around.” “So?” “Hey, how often do you get this chance in your life. A beautiful girl... naked...stumbling towards you with no one around to help her.” Pablo smiled. “You think we should fuck her?” Jose asked Joey. “Yes.” And three young men with no future but rising cocks kept on walking toward Stephanie. She did not hear them at first; she kept on stumbling towards them, trying to find a way out of these slums. She did not know that her personal hell was not over yet. She did not know that her personal hell was about to break loose. ***** To be continued… Strolling The Mall A flat stomach that was heaving up and down from fear Glowing, yes she was glowing somehow. And the pressure inside his pants got stronger. He needed to push his cock into this gift, this young woman, this whore... into the wet and narrow pussy of hers. And so, moving faster than before, the young man pushed himself backwards till he was hovering over Stephanie’s lower legs. And there it was... When he looked down, he could see the girl’s panties, which were made of champagne colored silk. He could make out the Venus hill. He saw the expensive reflecting the dim lights. And he couldn’t breathe. He just sat there, on his knees, kept on starring down between Stephanie’s legs and wanted nothing more than to finally quench his needs. Then he looked up, looked straight into her face that was red from the exhaustion of lifting the head up all the time. "I will fuck you now...." His voice was low and without any hint of compassion for his victim. Nothing but his own desires mattered. And Stephanie realized that. She kept on starring into his face. And suddenly the young woman became quiet. She let her head hang down over the artificial cliff and closed her eyes. There was nothing left she could do to prevent the rape. Nothing. There was no escape. There was no pleading for mercy. Nothing. He would rape her for sure. And as if to underline her thoughts, Stephanie felt his rough finger on her hips. She felt them moving underneath her silken panties. She felt them closing around the expensive underwear ... pulling them down. Over her hips they went. Over her thighs. Her legs...down. She heard him moving to her feet. She felt the panties gliding over her feet and knew that her body was fully exposed to his intentions. "Please dear God. Make it end quickly. Please...," was her very silent prayer. And when the young woman felt his hands on the inside of her thighs, she pressed her eyelids a little bit harder down, knowing what was about to happen. Her hands grabbed the edge of the floor a little tighter. She did not want to be thrown down while the man would fuck her. Fuck... -Oh God ... – Tears were running down like rivers over the smooth skin of her face. And while she heard him, felt him moving over her, knowing that he moved himself between her legs she did not want to open her eyes again. If she would ... there would be his face, looking down on her. "No, no, no," Stephanie whispered. And the she felt the wet tip of his penis touching her sensitive lips. An earth quake went through her body. Like lighting had hit her, she backed away from the so unwanted touch. She moved so hard that she almost lost grip of the floor. Instinctively the young woman grabbed again and found hold. She started breathing hard and did not care about the man or his intentions. For that small moment she was glad to be alive. Glad that she had not fallen down onto the streets of the city. But the feeling of joy lasted only for an instant. Then she felt the pressure of his lust. She felt him pressing his cock hard against her vagina. For sure she felt no lust. For sure she wasn’t wet. For sure she was still not ready for the penetration. But... the man did not care. He kept on pressing. Put his full weight into his needs. He was hard, was erect, was aroused, was... he only wanted to fuck her. And after only a short while when Stephanie’s body tried to protect her from the act, she felt her self opening to him. Stephanie’s vagina was opened up by force. And that force caused pain. Incredible pain. She felt the penis entering her body; felt him gliding into her lower body. And each inch was cause for more pain. And finally she couldn’t hold herself together anymore. A scream of pain flooded over her lips. Tears leaving her eyes, running down over her cheeks, falling ... hitting the windows underneath her. He grunted, he moaned, pushed harder... And then ... his cock had entered Stephanie’s vagina. United they were. A couple they were. Ready to have sex. A bundle of lust. If only that would fit both. And so she lay underneath a hollow man, lay there, shivering in pain when he started the act. Stephanie felt him inside her, and she felt her vagina being in a cramp. She felt the pain throbbing throughout her slim body. With each push, with each withdraw; she felt needle sharp pain running up and down her spine. He fucked her hard. He pushed, again and again. Entering her body... Stephanie felt like she was constantly struck by a hurricane. She could barely hold on to the edge of the precipice. Her chest heaving up and down, her neck hurting, her heard pounding... And the man looked down into the face of his prey. His mind was still in a state of flux. He saw her features; those delicate features, the pain in the so sweet face. He saw the suffering and he felt himself growing even a little harder. He pushed into the so narrow opening. It felt incredible good being framed by such a strong vagina, so good.... Again and again he pushed his penis into Stephanie’s vagina. He felt the pressure of her breasts against his chest, felt her flat stomach on his skin, felt her thighs holding his body, felt the .... the power he held over her. He knew she wasn’t a strong woman. She had not given him much of a resistance. And he liked that very much. She was like ... Bambi. And while he kept on fucking her, he actually smiled to himself. Yes, Bambi, the incarnation of innocence. Yes, that was what this bitch was. Innocent. She was fragile, was beautiful (even for his distorted perception), was well shaped, well in form... And so innocent. He felt pure joy when he shoved his manhood again into the reddish vagina of his victim. Sounds of suffering, sounds of hard breathing filled the empty corridors of the office tract in a large mall in New York City. A young, beautiful woman lay on her back, her pants pulled down, and her expensive silk blouse wide open. Her head hanging over the edge of the floor. A man lay between the young woman’s legs. He had entered her vagina some time ago and was still pushing his penis into her. The sound filled the corridors... Stephanie wasn’t thinking anymore. She let it happen. She let the man do the rape. It soon would be over. How long could it last? How long would it last? There... Yes, there was the faint hint of end in sight. She felt the thin man slowing down a little. His moves were starting to grow weaker. His breathing harder, evidence of exhaustion. But then it was like he took all the strength his still possessed and ... went faster again. "Yes, bitch, bitch, bitch... you bitch....!" Pushing and pushing. And with each move of his hips, with each hitting of their pelvises, Stephanie moved a little closer to the edge of the floor. Closer to the windows that were curved outward. All of a sudden Stephanie noticed it and panic arose in her. Why wasn’t the rapist paying attention to this? He would kill them both. They would crash through the glass, they would fall down, would die instantly on the street. All he seemed to care about was the orgasm that was about to happen. Stephanie started screaming. "No... we are falling ... down...!" He kept on pushing. Now even harder... Stephanie’s upper body was now hanging over the edge and the back of her head actually touched the glass. And still the man kept on fucking her. In and out and in ... inch by inch they moved closer to the end of everything. Her butt touched the edge, was about to be pushed over it. If that happened there was no going back. They would die... "Stop. Stop it. You Idiot you....!" She held on to the edge, trying to get a closer grip. And he pushed his penis into her hurting vagina for the last time. Only one part of an inch was separating them from death when it happened. The last push and ... the orgasm hit the rapist. He was screaming out loud; coughing and spitting... Sperm left him; sperm flooded into Stephanie’s vagina, filled her out, and ran into her. Part of it came out instantly again. Part of it stayed, started to make its way deep into the young woman’s body. And he stopped. And all the strength he seemed to possess had left his body. He sank down on her, putting his whole weight on her. He groaned and was totally out of breath. And when he did nothing but being on top of her, he almost pushed the two of them over the edge again. Only her final strength, only her final grip saved them from disaster. But even that strength left her ... she couldn’t even think about the rape anymore. There was only her will to survive. "We are ... falling." But in an instant the junkie saved the two of them. One hand shot upwards and grabbed the handle that was running over the total length of the window front. Only he could reach it, only the bastard on top of her. And then he pulled himself ... and the young woman underneath him ... back to saver ground. He pulled them over the edge so that now even his victim had the chance to pull along. She set her hands flat on the linoleum and pulled a little harder. The fear of death by hitting solid ground on the streets was even bigger than... And then, after they were in safety, the knowledge hit her real hard. She felt the burning sensation in her lap; felt the throbbing, the pain and the knowledge that she just had been raped. Raped by this stinking individual on top of her. Raped by a dark and mean creature. Only a little relieve eased the pain when Stephanie felt him pulling himself out of her body. The cock shrank and the creature went to his knees, still being between the girls legs. The man lifted himself up and looked down on the crying bundle of pain. He was still breathing hard, only gradually the stress on his body went to normal. He looked down on a beautiful and young woman with short brown hair and a perfect body. He felt real good. He felt so good that for this fraction of time he did not think about the absence of drugs in his system. He felt satisfied and calm. He saw some sperm caught in the girl’s pubic hair. It looked like early snow on dead bushes. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth. Then he got up. Stephanie looked at the creature, looked at him and watched him dressing himself again. She saw him in his black pants, in his black shirt, in his black jacket. She saw him grinning down on her. And she felt real weak. She knew, she should have said something. She should have cursed him, should have... And there it was again: The fear. The fear that he, now that he was satisfied, would grab her and throw her over the edge. She would come crashing down through the glass. She would fall down, maybe becoming unconscious. Then she would hit the street real hard. And then ... she would die. Instantly. Or... or he could take his knife. He could strangle her. If she would upset him. If... Stephanie closed her eyes. The girl lay naked on the cold linoleum floor. She pressed her legs firmly together and waited for what was about to happen. -I am such a coward. I am a coward...- She began hating herself. And that feeling got stronger and stronger. And the worst part was that the hatred she felt for herself grew stronger than the negative feelings she held for the man who had raped her. "Come on..." Then she opened up her eyes. And there was nothing to be seen. No man, no creature. There was no one here but herself. The only person in a deserted, nightly system of corridors in a deserted shopping mal in New York City. Stephanie lay there for quit a while. She kept on crying. She kept on feeling hatred for herself and the warmth of tears running down her cheeks. Over an hour... And then she got up. She slowly sat up, getting on hands and knees. She stood up and got dressed with shaking fingers. It took the young woman some time. There she stood, supporting herself on the inner wall of the corridor, having weak knees and a pounding heart. She still felt the burning in her lap. The pain and the need to relieve herself. Slowly she went on, limping her way down the corridor. She did not know where she went, had lost all sense of orientation. Maybe those offices were here... somewhere. Maybe a phone, maybe help. Tears stopped after a while. She felt empty, felt nothing but despair. There was no sense in anything. The man had robbed her of the most precious thing... her soul. He had violated her, had... made her a piece of meat, something he had used and then thrown away. But she knew she would deal with this in the future. Therapy. She barked a humorless laugh and kept on limping her way through the badly illuminated corridors. And then, finally she saw a sign on the wall, close to a light brown painted door. -Marketing. J.A.Roberts- "Marketing...," she whispered and knew that in there, in that office there certainly would be a phone. And if only she could get in there now... if only J.A.Roberts hadn’t locked the door after he or she had called it a day... Stephanie’s heart was beating even faster when she placed her right hand on top of the door knob. Then she took a deep breath (that hurt in her lower body) and she turned it... The door was easily pushed open. Stephanie smiled a little and then found the light switch. Lights went on and she made her way into the office. Two desks were in the middle of the small room. They were facing each other. Some cupboards some waste baskets... all the usual office stuff. And two phones... She went over, pulled a chair away from the desk and sat down. And in this single moment she felt a little relieve running through out her body. She also felt the burning sensation in her lap; she also felt the never ending pain in her breasts were the creature had pressed them real hard. She also felt the despair and the cowardice. But she felt a little better when she placed her right hand on the receiver, when she pulled it up and... And then the thought came rushing down her brain. Where was the creature? When she was being locked away in this office part of the mall, when there was no way out of here... where was.... And then she heard the sound of heals that hit cold linoleum ground. Click, click, click, click... Slowly the sound came closer. She dropped the receiver and it hit the desk hard. The sound it made when it hit the desktop was louder than anything she could think off. The clicking-sound stopped. Only a moment. And then it started again. Click, click, click... Coming closer and closer. "Oh no....!" It was the creature that she was absolutely sure about. He was coming for her. He would rape her again... "No!" Her heart was beating as fast as before. Stephanie jumped to her feet and involuntarily pushed the chair away. It hit the metal cupboard behind her real hard. BANG "Oh God...." What could she do? What... There were no windows in here. The only way out was through the door. And so the young woman started making her way back into the nightly corridor. But she did not make it. Only one or two steps before she had reached the threshold to chances of escape, the frame of the door filled with a slim shadow. "There you are...." Stephanie’s scream was as loud as it was possible. Every fear, every pain made it’s way through her throat into the world outside. The man The man who had fucked her The man who had raped her The man was standing in the door frame. He looked at her. He did not smile, did not play the superior being. He simply looked at her with the emptiness of a man whose life was hollow. He, the thin man, looked at the young woman he had fucked before with curiosity. "What are you doing?" "I...," Stephanie’s body was shaking rapidly when she backed up. She sat on the edge of one of the desks and looked at the creature with panic. Her mouth open, her eyes wide. Saliva running down her chin, falling down and hitting the expensive pants of hers. The man shook his head. "They locked the doors. We can’t get out. Can we?" Dumb folded Stephanie shook her head. "No..." Then there was a moment of silence where Stephanie regained control... a little. "That was good, wasn’t it?!" She did not respond. She knew what he had meant. "So, what shall we do?" "Please, let me go." And then, all of a sudden his reactions changed totally. Energy returned into the thin man. He looked at her... "Why don’t you undress yourself?" "No....," she whispered. "Why don’t you lie down on those desks? Why don’t we make love?" He left the door frame and came closer. Stephanie looked left and right ... in panic. Her mouth dropped back open. "Please.... no!" And he came closer. She tried to push herself away from the desk and... too late. He reached her. He smiled down on her while he had placed his hands onto Stephanie’s shoulders. "I think I’ll have you again." In this moment she was rescued from being raped for the second time. It was no man, it was no woman. It was her own body that protected Stephanie from that fate. It simply shut down. And so the beautiful young woman hit the floor. Unconscious. Everything faded into black. She awoke. She saw lights. She smelled something. "There you are." At first she shook. She thought it was the creature again. But no... No, it wasn’t the thin man in black. It was... Stephanie opened her eyes fully and saw a nurse standing over her. And then she felt the softness underneath her. Pillows and sheets. And all of a sudden she felt a great relieve. She did not know how she got here. She did not.... well, she did know one thing. And there weren’t facts that told her ... no, only the feeling. But somehow she knew that the creature hadn’t raped her the second time. She smiled. The nurse, and older woman, smiled down on her and caressed her forehead. "Well, well, well ... look who is back." Stephanie looked at the nurse and the smile did not fate away. She was safe now, safe. And nothing else mattered. Not how she had escaped, not even the rape, not even the creature. She was safe and she smiled at the nurse. Strolling the Malls This past weekend, as most of the last week or so has been, was unseasonably warm. I'm talking like 60 degrees at one point this past weekend. At this time of the year, the last place anyone would want to be is the mall. Packed! But I told my husband that even though I knew it was going to be crowded, I wanted to go and soak in some of the festive Christmas spirit, even if there was no snow outside. So, a little before noon on Saturday, we headed out to our local mall. It wasn't as bad as I would have thought to find a parking spot, and soon we were walking through the food court to the main part of the mall. Sure, there were throngs of people and Christmas decorations and Santa's toyland in the middle of the mall, but there was something about the sights that was anything but Christmas-like. Most of the people were not wearing winter coats or any coats at all. And a lot of people, especially young women, who were wearing tight and revealing tops. Short-sleeves and cleavages ruled the day! Was it Christmastime or Memorial Day weekend? I, too, had foregone a coat, but at least I was wearing a sweatshirt. I noticed Dave, my husband, ogling the scenery, and I'm not talking Christmas lights and holly, either. I reminded him, too, that most of the girls bearing gifts (of flesh) were probably in high school, after all, the mall was where teenaged girls hung out. But Dave insisted that it was Christmas shopping season and that many of the women he was caught looking at (and he was caught a lot) were at least 18 if not much older. Okay, I agreed, there were one or two that were pretty hot and were probably older than 18. Ever since my first bi-sexual experience over three weeks ago, I have been checking out other women more frequently. This, of course, has been to Dave's liking. He likes when I make comments about other's women's chests, butts or even their faces. I don't have the best ass, the firmest tits or the prettiest face, but I have the utmost trust in Dave and knows he would never wander too far. For one, he knows he has too good of a thing with me to risk losing it all. Anyway, back to the mall. I knew how horny and restless Dave was getting since he kept looking at me. He was giving me that "why aren't you showing any of your beautiful cleavage, honey?" look, but he never said it. He didn't have to, I had seen that look before and knew what he was thinking. Luckily, both of us were pretty much done with our Christmas shopping, except for his mom and my dad, but we weren't under any great pressure to get it done right then and there. "You wanna go back home and get changed? I could put on a t-shirt or something, babe," I teased. "It is kinda hot, huh?" Dave said okay, sure. In fifteen minutes we were home and back in the bedroom. Dave thought we were going to have sex, but I was serious. I wanted to go back to the mall and tease guys, including Dave, like so many other girls had been doing to him. Needless to say, Dave didn't want to go, but when I promised a memorable fucking when we got back home, he reluctantly agreed. So, I put on some really tight jeans, a low-cut thin white top and a jeans jacket to cover up somewhat (and not be too obscene). The kicker was when we got into the car, I told him to go to another mall, one that was a bit further away where the likelihood of running into someone we knew was remote. It was about 45 minutes away. It was a killer because Dave would have to wait that much longer, not only to get to the mall and walk around, but on our way back home. When we first got in there, I had my jeans jacket zipped up a bit, to see if this mall was as "open" and "summery" as the last. After only about five minutes and seeing about the sixth girl with deep cleavage and a twinkle in her eye, I told Dave, "it's hot in this mall, too." So, I unzipped my jacket all the way down, left it on, though, but my boobs were now on display. Hell, I could hold my own with any teen or 20-something chick. It wasn't long before I was receiving the same looks from other shoppers. It wasn't something I wasn't used to receiving, but during the Christmas season was a little odd. And, my shirt did seem extra tight and my upper chest was rather bare. Dave looked over at me a lot, too. I was starving and so was he. We went to the food court and got some food. While at our table, I noticed Dave looking over my shoulder and turned in my seat to see what it was that got his attention. Two girls, one with bigger tits than me, and the other very pretty herself. Both of them had similar tops on and were showing a fair amount of cleavage themselves. "Uh, Dave...I swear they are not old enough. Stop staring!" I admonished him. "No way," he replied. "They are at least 20." "Wanna bet?" If I won, the next time he fucked me would be when I said it was okay and how I would want it. If he won? Well, he told me if he was right, I'd have to ask them if they would like to join us for a little orgy back at our place (45 minutes away...unlikely!) or at some motel nearby (almost as unlikely). The excitement for Dave was just in me asking. He knew and I knew there was no way these girls would agree. If they were over 18, they couldn't be that much older, and there was no way they would agree to it. I was nervous but nonetheless got up from my chair and walked over to them. I asked if I could sit down, which I did, and then asked them to look over at my husband. I told them point blank, we need to know. How old are you? Honestly, they said, they were both 20. Damnit if he wasn't right on the button about their ages. Wasn't necessary for the bet, just had to be 18 or older. As I neared their table, I figured I was going to lose the bet, but 20? So then I took a deep breath. I told them, point blank, I lost a bet. Didn't tell them exactly what the bet was but I lost, so therefore, I had to ask. Do you girls want to go with us, somewhere private? They were both almost finished with their lunch and the one with the big boobs got up immediately and said "no thanks, we have boyfriends and don't swing that way, either". The other girl, the skinnier, prettier one looked like she wanted to say yes but said "sorry" and then followed her friend. I couldn't believe the butterflies in my stomach. What if they had said yes? I returned to Dave and said "too bad" and then teased him that maybe I shouldn't have pointed him out. But he knew I was kidding. My husband, Dave, is a real hottie! After another 45 minutes or so walking around the mall, Dave was anxiously pushing for us to leave. It was about 3:00 and I could tell he desperately wanted to go home and fuck. Hell, I did, too, but there was time for some more teasing. I saw a Victoria's Secret and pulled him in behind me. Usually, Dave is all for bra and panty shopping with (or without) me, but today he was like, "come on, Sharon...let's go, okay?" We were greeted soon enough by a buxom brunette with long, wavy and very dark hair. Her tits were half-way out of her own top, just like mine, and could not have been much older than 18. Dave suddenly forgot what he just said about leaving and was happy to be in the company of both myself and our sales assistant, let's say her name was Diana. I think she was wearing a nametag, but it eludes me now. Anyway, Diana was very nice and very helpful. Dave, I could tell, was picturing her naked or at least topless, and even teased me that Diana seemed to like girls. Whatever! I certainly did not get that vibe from her. She was pretty and did seem to find bras and/or panties or other undergarments that would appeal to me and my figure, but she was only out to make a sale. And she made many, too! We spent over $150! "She likes girls, Sharon," he whispered to me at the cash register. "No, she doesn't." "Wanna bet?" The winner would get one sexual favor from the other. This was common for us, to have fun little bets and made our sex life seem more alive, not that it needed much help lately anyway. Nonetheless, after paying for my items, we passed by Diana on our way out. Luckily she wasn't helping anyone else yet. Dave told me he had to hear me ask it and hear her answer. So, I tapped her on the shoulder and said something along the line like this to her: I'm not hitting on you or anything, but can I ask you.....do you like girls? She looked at me and then over at Dave and then shook her head no. Sorry, she said. No problem, I replied, and thanks. I smiled with Dave trailing behind. I was completely shocked that I had asked, at two different times, if two girls wanted to join me and my husband for a little while and another if she liked girls. I was totally horny and could not wait to get home and have Dave make love to me. And now, a special little sexual favor was coming my way, too. The ride home was excruciating, but almost more so for me than it was for Dave. At least Dave had me stroking his leg and cock through his jeans. Dave, too, would take his hand and rub my mound through my jeans. He wanted me to show him my tits but it was too light out still for other cars we were passing. And believe me, we were passing a lot of cars! Dave was doing 75 mph on the highway. We were home in record time. Our garage is connected in the front of our town home. We pulled in and the garage door was closing behind us. Before it was all the way down, Dave reached over and grabbed my boobs, putting his hand down my shirt and almost inside my bra. Can't wait, huh? Aren't you forgetting? I won the bet, babe. Hands off! When inside, I decided to gain control. I wanted to try on some of the stuff we bought. Don't worry, honey, I told him, I'm not gonna make you wait much longer. But it's because I couldn't wait for things to begin and to tell him my sexual favor request and see his reaction to it. I slipped into the bathroom off the kitchen which was right next to the family room. I put on a white lace boy short panty set with a matching bra which allowed my nipples to poke through. I also cleaned up a bit before heading back out to the family room, where Dave was waiting sitting on the couch in nothing but his boxer shorts. It was just about 5:00 now and it was getting dark outside already. Our curtains were drawn and only the one light next to the couch was on in the entire house. "Fuck my ass, baby," I said. All day Dave was staring at either my or other's women's tits. My ass was probably the furthest thing from his mind. But it was my call, my sexual favor that was going to be performed. A little back-story.... My ass has been getting a lot attention lately. Readers of my stories have been complimentary of my derriere. And for the most part, Dave knows how much so because he's read most of my feedback and other e-mails I've received. What I was about to ask Dave he has done before, a few times at least. But I think every time was late at night and always he was drunk and usually me, too. I wanted him to lick my ass. Not only lick and kiss my ass, which he did frequently, but to lick me more intimately around my asshole. A rim job, baby...I want to receive one of your special rim jobs. I expected some form of resistance but instead it was like "what are you waiting for?" "Get your sweet ass over here then, baby!" he ordered me. He stood up and took down my panties and we stood there kissing while he was cupping my ass. He knew how much my ass had turned others on and was willing to do what probably a dozen other guys wished they could do, one in particular. So he told me to get down on the couch and lift my ass in the air. It was different, being earlier in the day and both of us completely sober. But he got right down to business. It wasn't long before I was coming, aided by my fingers on my clit. But Dave's tongue was performing magical wonders to my ass and pussy. I would come at least three times before he put it inside of me. Dave was leaving lots of saliva around my hole and was plunging his tongue deep inside me. I couldn't believe the sensation I was feeling; he was really opening me up, readying me for his cock. Usually when we have anal, we use lubricant, but I was so wet and his tongue and mouth there really relaxed me. "Oh god, fuck me, babe," I said. "Please fuck my ass!" Dave was so loving and considerate when we engaged in anal sex. My prior experiences with anal were always highly erotic but with Dave it was so much more. It was spiritual with him; it was more than the actual act of his cock sliding slowly in and out of my ass. He rubbed me all over, my ass, hips, back, neck and running his hands through my hair, and spoke tenderly to me about his love for me and how my body excites him. He never forced the issue with me. He never acted all manly, like him fucking me in the ass was all about dominating me. He was manly and he was dominating me, but he always made it seem like it was for me and my pleasure more than it was about him and his pleasure. He probably would have lasted a few more minutes but I wanted him to come now. And when I ask, he usually listens. And soon, shot after shot of his boiling come unleashed itself into my rectum, immediately warming my nether region even more. That certainly wasn't the end of our evening. After cleaning my backside of come with a warm washcloth and me cleaning his cock with the same, Dave and I sat and talked about the day we had at the two malls. I still had on my bra, and as Dave looked down at mine, we both talked about the many cleavages we both saw that day. As we talked specifically about the two girls I approached in the food court and then in the Victoria's Secret, Dave began to get hard again in my hand. I told him I wanted him to imagine I was one of them. I slipped my bra off my shoulders, leaned over with my tits right in his face, and turned off the light. I then slid down between his legs and asked him who he wanted to imagine. My "dirty old man" did not even hesitate. Diana. I want to imagine you are Diana. His cock slid into "Diana's" mouth. Dave and "Diana" made love for almost two hours. We had ended up in our bedroom when we realized how hungry we both were. We decided on a quick shower and then went down the street to our favorite little Italian restaurant. It was almost 8:30 and luckily we were able to get a table, no small feat considering it was a Saturday night less than 10 days before Christmas. If we hadn't been able to get a table, we probably would have ordered take-out. I wanted to eat quickly and get back home. I could not wait to fuck Dave again. What woman wouldn't?