Rachel moved numbly, icy-cold tendrils of fear licking at her heart. Her ears buzzed and her very skin tingled with the unreality of the situation. She couldn't believe this was happening.
The teenaged girl dumbly walked alongside the massive frame of the mall security guard, hot tears beginning to burn in her eyes. She was caught, this time. No way out of it. God, what would her parents say when they found out she'd been arrested for shoplifting?
Too late, Rachel cursed herself for trying to steal something from Dillard's. Everything in that store was pricey, and security was consequently the better for it; certainly better than what Wal-Mart of Meijer - her usual targets - offered. But the sparkly earring and necklace combination had attracted her like a fish to a shiny new lure, and she'd been certain that she could avoid all of the cameras, which were not-so-hidden by black bubbles suspended from the ceiling. It appeared, however, that she'd either missed one or that she'd been followed by in-store security in civilian clothing. Rachel usually had a sixth sense about people in her proximity, and had always managed to avoid being caught red-handed before, but it seemed that her luck had run out.
Having removed the electronic security tag from the back of the plastic jewelry holder, Rachel was unsurprised and - let's face it - quite smug as she walked through the sensors at the entrance of the store. I made it again, she thought triumphantly. I am just too good.
On the heels of that prideful thought came the abrupt realization that someone was standing in front of her: a young man in his late twenties, wearing jeans and a button-up shirt, holding aloft some sort of badge. He identified himself, but already Rachel was too shocked to truly hear and comprehend him. That sense of unreality set in, gripping her lungs in a tight fist and squeezing the cockiness right out of her. She couldn't believe it.
So stunned was she that she barely even registered when the Mall Marine (her contemptuous term for the wannabe cops who could only cut shopping mall security detail) who'd been summoned for backup began to lead her away.
Never having been caught before, Rachel really had no idea what to expect. The fact that the security guard was apparently going to handle her case instead of the undercover officer who'd caught her barely registered in her frantic thoughts. Would they call the police? Almost certainly. Would they arrest her? Was there any way she could keep her parents from finding out? Her mind began to race, trying to think of who she might call to bail her out, who could keep a secret. But really there probably wasn't much point in that. Not sixteen for another two months, Rachel was firmly in the minor column, and her parents would undoubtedly be called, first thing. She was in so much trouble.
Eyes riveted on the space before her, Rachel maintained her tunnel vision but couldn't help but notice the stares from the people they passed as they headed down one of the wings of the mall. Having spent so much of the past few years of her life in the building, Rachel recognized the section they were approaching as the old JC Penny's, which was now being renovated and lay abandoned on this Sunday, save for great, billowing sheets of transparent plastic, and lumber stacked her and there. Rachel wondered that she'd never seen a Loss Prevention office back here, before.
Unfortunately, she'd get to see it now, up close and personal, she thought sourly.
The hulking black man at her side raised a large hand to grip her upper arm, and he steered her through an unobtrusive set of swinging doors immediately to the right of the entrance of the defunct store. Beyond was a long, gray access corridor illuminated by harsh, florescent light fixtures hanging from the ceiling high above. At the far end was an emergency exit to the outside of the mall, but that was clearly not the guard's destination. Holding her arm tightly as if Rachel might try to make a break for it (it crossed her mind, but - shoplifter or no - she was not much of a juvenile delinquent. Lifting merchandise from a store and not paying for it was a far cry from any of the more physical crimes), the Mall Marine fiddled with his free hand at the keys dangling from one of the belt loops on his uniform pants.
Selecting the appropriate key, he inserted it into the lock and opened the door, dragging the young girl inside. Rachel blinked into the darkness for a few seconds before her companion flipped on the light switch. Then she blinked again in surprise.
Expecting an office with a desk or two, filing cabinets, and some sort of Loss Prevention memorabilia, Rachel was surprised to find instead an utterly empty room with plain - albeit scuffed and marked - white walls and a stained, threadbare carpet that frayed at the edges. There was nothing in the room to indicate that any of the next steps she'd been anticipating - questions, paperwork, fingerprinting - were about to occur. Not understanding, the young girl looked to her captor in confusion and got a good look at him for the first time. He was probably in his early thirties, and had to be a good foot and a half taller than her petite, five foot one frame. And he was big. Big like professional linebacker big. The brown uniform did little to disguise the bulk of hard muscle, but it did sport a nametag. "D. Williams", it read.
"Before anything else happens," he explained, speaking for the first time in a deep, rich voice, "I got to make sure you don't have anything else on you."
Rachel's mind stuttered at his revelation. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? He was going to search her? Surely they'd have sent a woman to do that?
Face burning with embarrassment and shame, Rachel took a breath and felt like there were steel bands around her chest restricting lung movement. "I don't have anything else," she managed, eyes stinging again.
"Maybe," he allowed, "but I got to do my job and be sure. Take off your shirt and pants, please."
Rachel goggled at him. "What?"
For the first time, a hint of warning showed in his eyes. "I know you heard me," he said.
She had, but she couldn't believe it. Sure, she'd heard of strip searches and stuff, but didn't they do that at jail?
As if he'd read her thoughts, Williams sighed and took of his hat, revealing a close-cropped buzz, and shoved it into his back pocket. "Look," he said impatiently. "We can do this here, or we can have the police come and take you downtown and put you in a cell for the night. They may want to do that anyway. But if you cooperate, and you really don't have anything else, I can tell them you didn't give me any trouble and they might go easier on you. We may even be able to avoid calling the cops altogether. But you have to help yourself, here."
Anxiety clawed at her, causing her insides to clench and roll nervously. "I...I can't," she whispered.
Williams shrugged dismissively. "Up to you," he said, and his tone clearly stated that he thought she was making a stupid decision. He released the belt clip that held his walkie-talkie and brought it to his mouth, undoubtedly to tell security to call the police.
"Wait!" Rachel cried, holding out a hand to forestall him. When he paused, she heaved a huge sigh, pulse racing in response to the threat so narrowly averted. If there was any way to get out of this without her parents finding out, or a mark on her official record, she had to do it. "Okay," she said quietly. "I will, just...don't call the police, okay?"
Williams lowered his radio, but didn't clip it back to his belt. "That would be up to you," he said, obviously indicating that she needed to put her money where her mouth was, and now.
Right, Rachel thought. Okay. She could do this. It was embarrassing, and she was scared and nervous as hell, but she could do it if it would keep her out of trouble. With fumbling fingers she reached to unfasten the top button on her blouse.
As if sensing her distress, Williams cracked what was probably meant to be a reassuring smile as he put away the radio. "Don't even worry about it, girl," he said. "You ain't got nothin' I ain't seen a hundred times, now."
Not really feeling better, Rachel self-consciously shrugged out of her blouse and looked around for a place to hang it. When she found none, Williams stepped forward to take it from her. She tensed at his proximity, acutely aware of his gaze on her, but there was nothing to be done for it. Heart racing, her hands dropped to the button of her jeans. The smooth rasp of her zipper seemed unaccountably loud in the small, silent room, and then she was peeling the fashionably worn denim down over her hips, not stopping until she had slid them down the length of her legs and kicked them off.
Standing uncomfortably close to nude before the stranger, Rachel fought against the urge to cross her arms and provide additional coverage. She just wanted to get this over with so she could get dressed and go home, and never again come back to this mall.
"I got to frisk you, now," Williams said, and dropped the swatch of silky material in his hands to rest on her jeans on the floor.
Rachel's pulse leaped and she stumbled backward, coming up hard against the wall beside the door. "Frisk me? Are you serious?" She waved her hands at her scantily clad body. "Where do you think I'd be hiding anything?"
"I seen girls hide all sorts of merchandise in their bras and panties," the security guard said, and stepped up to face her. Rachel was frightened, overwhelmed by his large, authoritarian presence. His frame dwarfed hers against the wall, effectively cutting off any avenue of escape and making her feel trapped. "Just relax," he advised her, holding out his hands in a placating gesture. "It'll only take a minute, and then it's over."
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut as he approached and laid his hands on her shoulders, feeling more acutely for it the heat of his palms against her skin as they worked down over her bra straps and cupped her breasts, squeezing gently. His nimble fingers worked beneath the fabric on the underside of her breasts and slid back, around her, to the clasp. A moment later Rachel felt the bra release loosely around her. "Oops, sorry 'bout that," Williams said in a low, husky voice. "But why don't we go ahead and take this off, so I can be sure there's nothin' in there?"
That said, he pulled the straps down her arms and away from her body, letting it drop to the floor. "So, what's your name?".
She swallowed, blood thundering in her ears as his hands wandered now over freshly revealed skin, pausing to rub his knuckles over her nipples. "R...Rachel. Look, please don't - "
"Mmhmm, Rachel, and how old are you?" His fingers traced lightly down her flat stomach on the way to her panties. He reached around behind her to grasp the globes of her firm butt and she gasped. She felt like she couldn't breathe.
"Fif...fifteen," she stammered. The whole situation had only become more surreal as she answered his questions while his hands wandered her body. She couldn't think straight through the fog that had enveloped her senses. She knew that he had overstepped the line, but some part of her was still hoping that it would be over soon; that he'd be satisfied with a little illegal fondling, and then let her go. "I'll be sixteen in a couple months."
Williams made a satisfied sound and slid his hands around to grip her hips. "That's a good age," he said, then adding "you shouldn't be stealin' stuff. It'll only get you into trouble."
Rachel grimaced over his shoulder as his fingers delved between her legs, rubbing at the last barrier of material covering her. The thin cotton did little to dull the sensation of his fingers stroking her, and her hips twitched in response to the tingling his touch inspired. The older man pressed more firmly and Rachel gasped again, a short, breathy cry escaping her.
"I just got to make sure there's nothin' in here," Williams said, crooking one finger around the elastic edge between her thighs, and a moment later Rachel felt his fingers directly against her skin, dipping into her folds and massaging her clit.
Rachel moaned, and Williams licked his lips, leaned in and sucked on her earlobe before whispering, "Look what I found in here, now."
The young girl could formulate no response, too rocked by the feel of this strange man's fingers sliding against her in the most intimate fashion possible. Her breath came in shallow pants and her ears were ringing, now.
She wasn't sure how long he stayed pressed against her like that, his hand inside her panties as he sucked and bit lightly at her neck, but time seemed to have lost all meaning. It could have been five seconds or five minutes that he worked his digits against her clit, building a pressure in her.
Rachel wasn't stupid; she knew what an orgasm felt like, and she knew that she was on her way to having one. Amazingly, even though she was still frightened and felt black daggers of shame digging at her for letting this happen, her desire to reach grew to overwhelm all other concerns. Her body was calling out for her to spread her legs a little more, and give him better access, but before she could even wrestle with her feelings on that, Williams withdrew his hand placed it on her shoulder, mirroring his other hand. "That's a good girl," he said, coming close to her again and covering her mouth with his.
Assuming that the ordeal was over, that she had suffered through it and would be going home, now, Rachel permitted the kiss, allowing his tongue entry as he moaned into her mouth. She even felt cautious optimism at having gotten through the situation relatively unscathed. He wouldn't report her to the police, her parents would never find out, and she would never steal again, especially at this mall. And she'd gotten away with it all, with the only expense in being fondled a little. She could handle that, she thought.
When he drew back, she found herself pathetically grateful. "Listen, thank you for not calling the police. I swear I'll never do this again."
Williams grinned at her, white teeth flashing against his dark skin. "Hey, no problem, baby girl. You be good to me, and I'll be good to you."
As he spoke he began unbuckling his belt; when it was free he pulled the ends of his uniform shirt from the waistband of his pants, then pulled it over his head without bothering to unbutton it. His white undershirt came, too, leaving him bare-chested before her, brown skin gleaming over his rock-solid muscles.
If there'd been any room behind her to back up in shock, Rachel would have done so. "Wait, wait," she said. His intent was clear, but she hadn't agreed to have sex with him!
"Relax," he said again, unzipping his pants and shucking them into the corner with his shirt after he kicked off his shoes. All that was left were his boxer briefs, which were as thin as her own undergarments and outlined an undeniably large erection. "We'll just do it and it'll be over," he comforted her. "And you never have to think about any of this again."
With one swift move he pulled down the boxer briefs and tossed them away. His erection was unbelievable; the long, hard length of him terrified her. She wasn't a virgin - a friend of her older brother had managed to lure her into a car with him long enough to have his way with her almost six months ago - but she couldn't imagine how his huge cock was going to fit inside her. She couldn't believe that the punishment for so small a crime as shoplifting would be rape.
"No!" Rachel cried as he advanced upon her. Her words - and the arms she stretched out before her to stop him - had no effect. The large man snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, hard, before reaching out a hand and flipping off the lights.
Startled and disoriented by the sudden blackness, Rachel blinked her eyes rapidly and struggled against the hard body that held her. She felt that hot, smooth length of him against her belly, straining and eager to penetrate her tender flesh. The teenager cried out again as her captor wrestled her to the floor, pinning her with his heavy body and wedging himself between her legs.
Rachel sobbed, pushing against his chest, but there was no use; he was far stronger than her, and compelled by a purely male motivation that she couldn't fully comprehend. While she had been touched by lust earlier, when he was rubbing his fingers against her, the security guard was driven by a powerful, primitive urge to mate and nothing - surely not something so small and insignificant as her will - could make him deny the pleasure he could find in her body.
She was aware of him lifting from her, slightly, and a moment later she felt his lips at the base of her throat before they began to travel south, nibbling his way over her bosom. Then one of her nipples was in his mouth, and it was moist and hot inside when he sucked on her. The areola stiffened in response as he bathed it with his tongue. It sent a jolt through her system, straight to the core of her, eliciting a surprised moan from her throat.
Williams groaned in response, running his hands all over her, touching and squeezing upon finding all of her most intimate places. No part of her was safe from his roaming fingers and mouth. She felt his erection rubbing against the inside of her thigh, high, up near the crease between her leg and pubic area, and with equal parts fascination and dread she knew that it would be inside her soon, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
With renewed fervor she fought him, beating small fists against his massive, solid chest and trying to push him away. One of his hands snagged her wrists and pinned them to the floor above her head as his other hand dipped down between them, where their bodies were to be joined. He took his engorged penis in hand and positioned it at her entrance.
Upon feeling him poised there, a panicked cry tore from Rachel in anticipation. It was really going to happen. He was really going to rape her.
Slowly, very slowly, she felt him push into her, a relentless intrusion as he squeezed into her tight, wet passage. Rachel panted in short, high-pitched whimpers as he buried himself to the base. Oh God, how had he fit? He felt enormous inside her, filling her more completely than she could have ever imagined. Stunned, like a fish that floats to the surface when a pressure grenade is set off underwater, Rachel remembered that her first time had felt like this, too. A foreign person, a man, inside her own body, violating her so that there was no escaping from it.
His size and her petite frame must have also effected Williams, because he groaned in ecstasy and lowered his weight on top of her again before he started moving. "Oh, yeah, baby," he rasped in her ear as he repeatedly withdrew and shoved himself into her body. "Oh, girl, I knew you'd feel good. This hot little body of yours. Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck yeah."
Rachel lay beneath him as he grunted and whispered dirty things to her, unable to move of her own volition but rocking with the power of his jerking movements. His thrusts were so forceful that if they'd been in a bed the headboard would have been slamming against the wall. It was mind-boggling to know that this person - this man inside her, who was over twice her age - had been a perfect stranger not more than fifteen minutes earlier.
How had this happened? How had everything changed so quickly? Rachel had begun the day a confident, cocky teenager prepared for a day of daring fun. Now she was lying on the floor in an empty office in an abandoned section of the mall, being raped by a man she didn't even know. It must be her punishment, she thought. Her penalty for stealing. She wondered how many other girls the large black man had done this to. It could have been hundreds. Maybe that was why the undercover security employee had let Williams take her? He must have known what was going to happen.
With the notion of gritting her teeth and bearing it, Rachel closed her eyes and waited for it to be over.
She had to wait a long time, while in total darkness and total silence he fucked her vigorously; the quiet was broken only by his harsh breathing and the occasional grunt at a particularly satisfying thrust.
After an agonizingly lengthy period of time, his pace finally quickened, speeding up as he forced himself into her, again and again. The smooth glide of his cock in and out of her was beginning to build up a friction that even Rachel couldn't ignore. That intriguing tingling began again as he repeatedly ground against her sensitive clit. Her heart began to pound once more, and her skin felt hot and tight as she sensed herself approaching the edge.
But with a triumphant roar, Williams spasmed and pounded into her with wild abandon as he came, spurting his seed inside her and finishing before Rachel could reach her own climax.
Frustration gripped her, and she had to resist the urge to wiggle beneath him. That certainly wasn't proper behavior for a rape victim!
Her assailant rested for long minutes atop her, making no attempt to roll off until suddenly, from a foot away, his radio crackled to life. Someone was calling his name.
With a sigh, Williams withdrew from her and she sensed him moving away in the darkness. Then the lights abruptly switched on, and Rachel squinted against the sudden brightness. She raised herself up on her hands and watched nervously as the big black man went to his pants and retrieved the walkie-talkie.
He just fucked me, she thought, still numbly disbelieving that all of this was happening to her. Not even sixteen years old, and she'd already had two guys force her to have sex. Was there something wrong with her? Something that attracted rapists?
She knew that within the last year her blossoming body had drawn much more male attention than it had previously, but was that the only reason men felt like they could do what they wanted with her? Because she had developed? Should she have fought harder, or known sooner what they intended?
Williams answered the radio. "Yeah, what? I'm busy, man."
Seeing that Rachel had opened her mouth with the intention to shout for help, Williams held the walkie-talkie away from him, clearly not pressing the transmit button. "You better watch it," he advised her. "Shut it, right now, or I'll shut it for you."
Rachel swallowed, his threat clear. The big man hadn't done anything to injure her, yet, but she didn't want to risk him hitting her.
He finished his conversation and tossed the radio back to his pile of clothing. Rachel watched as he turned and regarded her silently for a long minute before approaching again. To her dismay, she saw that he was once again becoming aroused and she realized that she wasn't going to away with having only been fucked once. The truth was that he had her cut off from anyone who might've been able to help, no one knew where she was or could find her, and he could do whatever he wanted to her.
Williams smirked as he saw that truth in her eyes. One hand yanking on his erection, making it harder, he stepped closer. "Get up on your knees," he commanded.
Rachel did, self-consciously aware of her nudity under the harsh fluorescent lighting and the security guard's roving eyes. But that was nothing next to the nerves sparked inside her when Williams entangled one hand in her long hair and pulled her head back, thrusting his cock at her face. "Open your mouth," he ordered.
"Please," Rachel said, "don't. I never did this before. I don't want - "
"Open your mouth, girl, or you'll regret not doin' what I tell you."
Chest heaving with anticipatory sobs, Rachel opened her mouth and immediately found it full of Williams's cock. He slid his penis into her mouth, rubbing it against her tongue, and then withdrew it again. He repeated the action several times before she became conditioned to its presence and was able to accommodate his size. "Now, suck," he told her.
With no option but to obey, Rachel started sucking on him; Williams groaned as he pumped in and out of her wet little sucking mouth. Eyes closed against the glorious sensations he was deriving from the young girl, he reached down and rubbed his hands over her breasts, causing her nipples to harden once more. "Oh yeah, baby," he chanted. "That's a good girl. Suck me, baby. Harder."
When it seemed that he could take no more of the exquisite torture, he pulled her back by the hair and then thrust her forward, toward the floor. She fell, catching herself with outthrust hands at the last second. Before she even had a chance to wonder what was going on, the older man was behind her, gripping her hips and yanking them up so that she was on her hands and knees on the floor.
Rachel felt him kneel behind her, and then he was filling her again, his hot cock stabbing into her from behind.
There was no easing into it, this time. No long, slow strokes to acclimate her to his girth before getting down to business. This time, Williams simply pounded into her, nearly shoving her forward, off balance, with the force of his thrusts. He leaned forward, over her back, covering her like a stallion covers a mare during mating, and fucked down into her hard.
Where she had been able to remain mostly silent during the first rape, Rachel found she could not repress her vocalizations this time around. The violence of his fucking wrought little gasps and grunts from her, and more urgent cries when he reached around to gently pinch her nipples. When one hand slid down to stimulate her clitoris while he rocked in and out of her, Rachel moaned.
A part of her mind stood removed from the proceedings, aghast at her actions, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. The elusive orgasm was building again, and Rachel was nearly frantic to reach completion this time. Helplessly, she began to buck and move with Williams as he slid deliciously in and out of her, groaning with pleasure each time he forced himself deeper into her.
Her obvious pleasure spurned him on; his pace increased until their pulses were galloping as he rode her mercilessly. His fingers were a blur in their workings, and the teenager squealed with each thrust, reveling in his mastery and control of her body, dirtily loving the way her breasts swung to the rhythm each time his pelvis pounded against her from behind. Near her ear, she could hear Williams whispering to her - "fuck yeah, baby, take it, take it you fucking little cunt. You like that, don't you, little white girl?" - but all she could focus on were the rising waves of pleasure emanating from her crotch.
"Oh God," she spoke for the first time while he was inside her as the waves began to finally - finally! - overtake her. "Almost, I...God, right there. Don't stop. Please, I...oh, oh God! Oh!"
With a loud, feminine cry of pleasure, Rachel came, jerking and spasming even as she felt Williams come inside her for the second time. His cock throbbed within her, sparking luscious aftershocks in her own body. Trembling from the release, she was barely aware of the black man's lips on the nape of her neck, trailing down her spine. Breathing heavily, she scarcely felt him slip out of her and away
Reality was returning, and with it, her sense of shame. She had just asked her rapist not to stop! And she had enjoyed what he did to her! What kind of person did that make her?
While she reeled from everything that had just happened, Williams dressed. Settling his cap back atop his head, he finally turned to look at her, one hand on the doorknob. "Don't even think about tellin' anybody about this. You do, and you'll regret it. We've got you on the security cameras; it'd be the easiest thing in the world to find out where you live, and come in your window some night. And baby girl, what I'd do to you then... Well, let's just say you wouldn't enjoy it like you just did here. So if you're smart, keep your mouth shut."
Rachel nodded immediately, too frightened and overwhelmed to speak.
"Now," he said, "I'll leave the door at the end of the hallway unlocked for you. I suggest that you use that one to go outside instead of wandering around the mall some more, and get caught. Understand?"
Rachel did, and she watched as he turned and walked out of the room, leaving her naked and alone.
As she numbly began to collect her discarded clothing, Rachel decided that no, she wouldn't be telling anyone about this.
