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.