From pokson@poboxes.com Wed Oct 08 13:49:44 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: The Mall (i/r rape, preg) From: pokson@poboxes.com (Ars Erotica) Date: 8 Oct 1997 17:49:44 GMT -------- This story is fiction. The characters are fictitious and not intended to resemble anyone, living or dead. This story contains rape and other sexual content, and is not intended to be viewed by anyone under the legal age in their locality. Stop reading and go do your homework if you're under 18! The Mall By Ars Erotica It was all over the news, local, network, and cable. It was all over the papers, the news magazines and the tabloids. For the last two months it had been top copy everywhere. Newsgroups had even been formed because of it, and there were a multitude of web pages devoted to it. The furor hadn't died down in the slightest, and today's events were certain to fan the flames even higher. He grinned as he stretched out on the couch, flipping between the cable news networks, waiting for updates. It struck him that he'd been lying on the very same couch in very much the same posture, idly flipping channels when the news bulletin caught his eye. How well he remembered the excitement he'd felt, the astonishment as he realized that what had been a simple impulse on his part had made the world news. The astonishment had grown as the event was systematically debated, analyzed, and probed. He developed a perverse sense of pride over the intervening weeks as he listened to the various experts predict the impact on America and the world. Seeing and hearing on a daily basis about his act and what followed brought it all back for him ... It hadn't been planned at all. It happened on a warm June evening. He was in a bitch of a mood. He'd flown in from his home halfway across the country just that morning. He'd lived in that area most of his life, but six months previously he'd left to work the distant oil rigs. Good job, good pay. He had some family out there too. It was worth it, even though he had to leave his woman behind. LaShauna had wept, but said she understood why he had to go. He had kids to support, some by her. She said she'd be faithful, she'd promised to write and call him every week. At first she had. Then the letters stopped coming, and the calls became less frequent. He had trouble getting ahold of her. He grew suspicious, and his suspicions were confirmed when his oldest boy by LaShauna innocently told him during a phone call that his mommy spent most nights with Uncle Lamar. LaShauna didn't have a brother named Lamar. Neither did he. But, he did have a best friend named Lamar. His work schedule was three weeks on, one week off. On his next off week, he bought a ticket and flew back east to see what was going on. He told no one that he was going, not wanting to take the chance that it would get back to LaShauna somehow. He got in early in the morning, immediately rented a car, and drove off to see what he could see. His suspicions had been correct. He saw Lamar arrive at LaShauna's apartment at eleven pm, and watched as they both left her apartment late the next morning. He followed them as Lamar drove LaShauna to her job at a fast-food joint in a suburban mall. It was quite a ways out. He guessed welfare had caught up with her ass again and made her take the job. He watched Lamar pick up his former woman during her afternoon break, and saw them as they drove around to the back of the mall for a quickie. Nice, secluded spot that was, he noticed. And finally, he sat in his rented car just as the sun was going down and watched as his former best friend picked up LaShauna and drove off with her. He was pretty sure he knew the score. His initial thought when he'd seen them fucking like wild dogs in the car was to beat the shit out of them both right then and there. But he'd restrained himself. Though the spot was secluded, there would still be too many people around to maybe hear and probably stop him. No, he'd wait. It was a Friday, and LaShauna's mother always kept the kids overnight then. He'd wait till he was sure they were out of the house - say around nine. Then he'd pay LaShauna and Lamar a little visit and teach them both a lesson they'd never forget. It was just after eight. He had some time to kill. He decided to go into the mall, and look around, maybe pick up a few things things for all six of his kids, maybe something special for the two he had with LaShauna. After all, be the time he got through with their lying bitch mother she'd be in the hospital for a month and they'd need something to take their minds of that. He hesitated a bit before going in - after all, he didn't want someone he and LaShauna knew to spot him and alert her. But what the hell. It was only an hour. She probably wasn't even at her place, what with driving the twenty minutes back into the city to get the kids then driving across town to drop them off and setting a spell with her mother. His ex-friend would be with her, more than likely, since the bitch didn't have a car of her own. He'd beat them bloody, leave the stuff for the kids, swing over and see his other kids at their mother's homes, maybe stay over with one of them and fly back out in the morning. The mall was new, it had been built during his absence. It was located in a rather well-off suburb, and he felt out of place. It seemed like every shopper except him was white. Typical, he thought. We're good enough to wait on them, but not good enough to shop here. Well, it seemed pretty sure that he wouldn't be running into anyone he knew there, not unless they were menial help. He knew he stood out. He was a large man, nearly 6'5" and shining ebony in tone. The months of working the rigs had further enlarged his broad frame, giving him huge, powerful muscles that rippled beneath his sleeveless shirt and tight jeans. He was conscious, not only of the sidelong glances given to him by other patrons, but of the storeowners suspicious glances as he browsed. Pissed him off but good. The final insult came just before the mall closed. He was in a toy store, buying a gift for his youngest. The clerk eyed him up and down as he paid, no doubt looking for shoplifted goods. Just as he was leaving he heard the white woman who'd been standing in line behind him whisper loudly to the clerk that you just couldn't be too careful these days. As if he was deaf, as if he was some animal too dumb to understand her. He turned and sized her up. Nice-looking woman. Medium height, shoulder-length blond hair. Kind of on the skinny side, but with biggish tits. She was dressed in an expensive-looking silk dress, wearing what had to be real real silk stockings with alligator pumps. Rich, white bitch. She shrunk a little as he stared at her, glowering. Then he left. "Fucking bitch," he thought to himself. "Fucking rich white bitch. Acting like she's so far above me. Bitch needs to be taught a lesson sometime," he muttered to himself as he reached his car and threw his packages in. He glanced at his watch. It was just before nine. He decided to wait in the car for a few minutes, maybe smoke a cigarette and enjoy the last beer in the case he'd been working on all day. Not likely anyone would see him. There were only a dozen or so other cars in that lot. He popped open his beer, and settled back. He watched idly as the stragglers left the mall, and one by one got into their cars and drove off. He grew steadily more pissed as he nursed his beer. The white bitch had really irritated him. Like he needed that, after finding out that his faithless bitch of a woman was fucking his best friend. He was usually slow to anger, but the day had been a real bad one for him, and the rich bitch's attitude was the icing on the cake. Well, he'd take it out on LaShauna. Or maybe not. He saw the white bitch finally leave the mall. She had to be the last customer out, he thought. Probably hadn't spent enough that day. She was heading towards him. With a start he realized that her car had to be the only car left - the Mercedes about ten spaces behind him. The mall parking lot wrapped around three sides, with a small access road around the back, where the bitch and his friend had gone to fuck. He was parked way at the back of the right hand lot. "For a new mall they sure got some shitty security," he thought. Just one rent-a-cop watching the lot. He watched her as she pranced her way to her rich-bitch car. He liked the way she moved, kinda sexy. The beer had put him in a slightly better mood, which vanished the second he intercepted the glance of contempt and fear she threw him when she spotted him sitting in his car. She picked up her pace, damn near ran to her own car. That sent him over the edge. He wasn't an impulsive man, normally. When he looked back on it months later he decided that it had been a combination of things that prompted him to do what he did. LaShauna, Lamar, the beer, the long flight, and this bitch's attutude. He bolted out of his car. She was halfway to her Mercedes, but with his long legs he easily caught up to her. He grabbed her from behind, clamping one hand over her mouth before she could scream. He looked around. He was in luck, the security car was nowhere in sight - probably patrolling the employee lot over on the left of the mall building. They were just a few yards away from the access road. He rapidly dragged her over there, laughing as she tried frantically to claw and kick at him. Once at the back of the building, he gave a quick glance around. No one there. He spied a dumpster set alone in a little alcove. There were some stairs to the side of it, leading to a door labeled "FIRE DOOR". Not a regular exit, and not likely anyone would be coming out. Nice and dark in there too. He dragged her over, and was happy to see that there was plenty of room behind the dumpster for the two of them. "Perfect," he thought. He threw her to the ground, so hard he knocked the wind out of her. She lay there stunned, unable to speak, desperately gasping for air. Before she could even get her breath back he was on her, yanking her dress up to her waist and sitting astride her, pinning her to the ground with his huge body. "Well, bitch?" he murmured in her ear. "Think you're something special, don't you? Think you so far above me cause you white, huh? Well, I think you special too, an' I'm gonna give you what I give to all my special women." With that he took the collar of her pretty blue dress and tore it right down the front, exposing her chest. She wore a lacy pink bra, which he also made short work of. She'd finally gotten her breath back and tried to scream. He took care of that by balling up what remained of her bra and shoving it in her mouth, then used one hand to pin her arms over her head. He gazed at her exposed breasts. Nice and firm, and glowing white in the dim light. He fondled them with a huge black paw, noting with amusement the horrified look on their owner's face. She was obviously scared. That was good. He only intended to give her a good scare and then leave her. But then he saw the look of disgust in her eyes. That did it. He felt his cock stir, and soon he was as hard as a rock. So hard the pressure of his huge erection against his tight jeans was almost painful. Only one thing to do. With his free hand he reached down and quickly unfastened the button and unzipped his fly. His enormous thick black cock sprang out, landing with a thud right between his new white girlfriend's breasts. She stared at in in horror. "Nnmmmph! Nnmmmph!" she croaked through her gag. He decided that meant, "Oh baby!" She tried frantically to buck him off her, but he was much too large. He decided he needed both hands free to really enjoy this. He pulled what was left of her dress off her, despite her efforts to prevent this. He easily tore two long strips off and tied them together and then looped one end around her wrists, and the other securely to the end post of the railing. He nearly lost hold of her during this, but a strong slap across her face settled her down. "Look bitch," he growled at her. "If you don't relax right now I'm gonna kill you. You got two choices - lay back an' take what's comin' to you or get the life choked out of you." Her eyes widened in fear. He'd made himself clear. He grinned widely at her, and then grabbed at her breasts. Time for some tit-fucking, his second-favorite thing to do. First was being sucked off, but he didn't trust her not to scream without the gag in place, and he wasn't all that sure she wouldn't bite. So, he sandwiched his rod between her fine white titties and began thrust himself between them. She moaned slightly in fear as she felt his stiff cock throbbing against her breasts. She screwed her eyes shut, but couldn't block her ears against the sound of his quickening breath and soft groans of pleasure. She felt terribly violated and degraded, but hoped he'd take his pleasure at her breasts and leave. He had other plans. He enjoyed her breasts for several minutes, roughly kneading them together as he worked himself between them. He'd always prided himself on his stamina, and knew he could do this for hours. But the light from the security patrol brought him back to reality. He saw the flashes from the bar lights well before the car came near, and so had time to fling himself full length on his victim. The car passed slowly by, and then disappeared. Good. They hadn't been spotted. "Better finish up," he muttered, reaching down and ripping her panties off. Good thing her silk stockings were thigh-highs. Pantyhose would have been a bitch. He pulled off his shirt, so he could feel her skin against his. The woman began to squirm and buck again, realizing what he intended to do. "Remember what I said, bitch?" he growled as he moved on top of her. "I mean it. Now open up them pretty thighs, or else." She stopped moving, but made no move to let him in. No problem. He jammed a knee btween her legs and opened them up. He wiggled in between them, and probed for her cuntlips with the head of his cock. She let out a muffled squeal as she felt the head of his rod burn against her opening. With one powerful thrust he tore into her, causing her to rear up in agony, again letting out a muffled, high-pitched shriek. He groaned with pleasure. She was totally dry but really small. He began to work himself in and out of her, pumping his hips in a fast-slow motion. He liked the feel of her soft skin against his chest, the way her tits moved underneath him. His hard thrusts brought her legs up each time, causing them to rub up against the sides of his bare chest. "Mmm, yeah," he gasped, enjoying the feel of her legs in their silk hose. She lay there, utterly humiliated. She could feel his sweaty skin against her, and feel his hot breath on her neck as he rasped himself in and out of her dry cunt. The pain was terrible, made worse by hearing his gasps and moans of pleasure. It seemed to go on for ages. Finally, he began to bone her harder and faster, grunting and groaning. At last, he felt the familiar tension in his balls and with a long, shuddering moan he shot his wad deep inside her. He collapsed, heaving on her and lay there for a moment, catching his breath. She was completely still. His mission had been accomplished. He got up, put on his shirt and fastened his jeans. All the while she lay there, dominated and degraded, with her rapist's seed dripping out of her ruined snatch. He decided on a little safety measure. He took off her stockings, and used them to tie her legs to a hook on the back of the dumpster. No sense in taking the chance she'd escape. Sure, she was lying at an odd angle now, but it wouldn't kill her. It was warm enough out, and no doubt her husband (he'd noticed a wedding ring) would alert the police in a short time that his wifey hand't made it back from the mall and she'd be found within a few hours. He bent and kissed the side of her neck just before he left, and said "See, don't you feel special now?" He felt great. He made it back to his car and out of the lot without being seen. It was just nine thirty-five. Only twenty minutes had elapsed. He was in a much better mood. So good a mood that he decided to let LaShauna and Lamar live. Fuck 'em. They deserved each other. Besides, he didn't think having LaShauna and Lamar tell the cops where the six foot five black male who beat the shit out of them and who matched the description of a rapist was a good idea. Better to get the hell out of Dodge. He'd mail the kids their gifts. He drove straight back to the airport, dropped off the car, and was lucky enough to be able to change his reservation and get a flight back home that same night. He worried some at first, thinking maybe he'd be traced through the rental car. But as time went on and nothing happened, he assumed that she didn't see the plate numbers. It had been dark and his lights had been off, after all. He finally figured he was safe - no one knew he'd been there and now he was thousands of miles away. A month after he'd made his little trip he got his cousin Leroy to kick the shit out of LaShauna and Lamar for him, telling Leroy he'd heard from some people that LaShauna was fucking around and would Leroy please look into it for him and take the appropriate action? Poor subsitute for doing it himself, but he thought it best not to go back east for a while. Like a couple of years. And life went on as usual. Until one rainy December day. He was off work that week, lying around in his little apartment, watching some TV. He was chuckling at the Gerry Summers show, watching two huge bitches claw at each other over some man they were both fucking when the news bulletin cut in. He watched impatiently, hoping it wouldn't be a long break. He wanted to see if DeTroy was going to choose Skaquisha or Lamawanda. The announcer was yapping something about the wife of some preacher, Ron Reef, who was head of the Righteous Coalition, some freako Christian politcal party. He remembered vaguely that they were based in his home state. "Big fuckin' deal," he thought. But then he started in amazement. A big picture of Mrs. Reef flashed on the screen. It was HER! The woman from the parking lot. For a moment he was frozen in fear, expecting to hear that the FBI had surrounded the house of her attacker and were about to break in and kill the bastard. But no. That wasn't it. Seemed the Reefs were going to make an announcement. He couldn't believe it! The Reefs were going to announce that Mrs. Reef was pregnant. That wasn't a surprise, since she was seven months along. The surprise was that the Reefs were going to admit that it wasn't Ron Reef's child. Mrs. Reef was pregnant by a black man who had raped her seven months previously. Turned out some liberal-leftwingers has somehow found out about this - there were charges that Mrs. Reef's medical records had been stolen - and learned that the Reef's had planned to give the child up for adoption and then tell the world it had been stillborn. The liberals had leaked it to the press, the story had broke just that morning, forcing the Reef's to admit the truth. The station cut to a live shot of a press conference. He leaned forward, gazing intently at the screen. There she was, with her loving husband at her side. She was as good-looking as he remembered, even more so now that she sported a huge, bulging belly. Her titties were a lot bigger too. He felt his cock stir at the sight of it. Hot damn! Not only had he taught that white bitch a lesson, he'd left her with a little present to remind her what uppity white bitches got. A bellyful of a black man's baby. He stared at her as he listened to her husband talk. Her hands rested on her big, round belly while her husband admitted that yes, his wife was carrying her rapist's baby. He watched while the mother of his next child began to cry when her husband admitted that yes, the rapist had been black and genetic testing had determined that he, Ron, was not the baby's father. Ron Reef denied planning to tell the world the baby had died, though he did admit that they were going to give it up. His wife nodded her head vigourously when Ron stated that they'd of course never considered abortion, even though they'd known from the beginning that there was a chance the baby had been sired by the rapist. No, the rapist had never been caught. Mrs. Reef had told the police that he was black, and around seven foot five. "Good thing we all look alike," the proud papa-to-be laughed. He was pumped. He'd gotten the bitch pregnant and she didn't even remember what he looked like! That was the beginning. Soon he was seeing her and her husband all over the news. He taped a lot of it. He liked seeing those candid shots of her waddling in and out of her house, her big round belly about to burst. She sure looked good in those expensive maternity dresses which stretched tautly over her bulging middle. He liked seeing her on the news, denying that she hated the man who had raped his baby into her. Love the sinner and all that crap. The Reefs were under a lot of pressure. They were criticized for not planning to keep the baby, since minority kids were almost never adopted. He watched in amusement as Mrs. Reef appeared on Laurence Prince Live, nine months pregnant, where she announced that they had changed their mind. She patted her enormously swollen belly as she told Laurence the she and Ron would be raising her rapist's baby. He was thrilled, but in a way it was tough for him. He couldn't exactly brag that he was about to have another baby, after all. So, he just enjoyed listening to the news, hearing people debate how this would affect abortions and race relations and so forth. The whole country was whipped into a frenzy over a single fucking he'd given to a white bitch who needed it. And to think he'd had no idea who she was! Now the whole world was talking about the baby he'd put in her belly. Now it was the end of February, and he was once again on a week off. Early that morning it had been announced that Mrs. Reef had gone into labor. He'd been glued to the TV set ever since, waiting to hear if she'd given him a son or a daughter. Late that afternoon it was announced that Mrs. Reef had given birth to a son. He was jubilant! A ten-pounder too, well, he'd expected his son to be big. He couldn't wait to see a picture of his boy, and he didn't have long to wait. The Reef's released a picture of Mrs. Reef and her newborn son just in time for it to be shown on Nightlyline. It was as he hoped - the baby was very dark, just like him. He sat back on his couch, bathed in the glow of the television, gazing proudle at the image of his brand new son. Maybe he'd go to the mall tomorrow, and pick up a present for his boy. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /