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
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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.

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