THE MALL OF TORTURE
By: R. B. Thibo
CHAPTER ONE:
Roy had just finished his shift and was heading to his place when he notice
three teenage girls wearing very baggy football jerseys in The Music Emporium
acting very suspiciously. He stood out of sight and watched them. Sure enough he
observing them stuffing several CD's under their jerseys. When they left the
music store he followed them. Because Roy was dressed like regular run of the
mill teen and the fact that they were making a beeline to the nearest Mall exit
the three teens had no idea that he was following them. Just as the three prissy
teens stepped out side in to the bright California sun Roy stepped up to them
and flashed his Mall Security Badge.
"Pardon me ladies; but I am placing you three under arrest for shoplifting
those CD's that are tucked under your clothes." Snapped Roy in an authoritative
tone.
The three teens looked as if they were a trio of does caught in headlights.
"Please hand them over to me." Roy snapped
Nervously the three girls reached under the baggy jerseys they were wearing
and withdrew the music CD's that they stole and placed them in a box marked
'EVEDENCE' in large red letters that Roy was holding.
"You'll have to come with me to the Security Office. Turn around, please and
place your hands behind your back." Barked Roy sternly.
The short busty blonde, immediately place her hands behind her back. Roy
quickly placed a set of handcuffs tightly around her narrow wrist.
At the ratcheting sound of the cuffs made the three teens started to cry and
the one that Roy was cuffing winced and let out a painful gasped as the cold
metal dug into her delicate flesh.
"Next."
The redhead to the left of the blond slowly started to compile, but as her
hands just started to slide around her shapely ass she began to stutter as she
continue to cry, "Ohhh...Goood...Oooficeer; Weee'lll giveee ev...everyth...thing
ba...back. Pleaseeee don't a...a...arrest ussss. It wa...wa...was ooonly aaaa
fra...fraternity p...p...prank."
"Sorry Miss I have to arrest you three. You can talk to my supervisor. It
lies within his bounds to or not to involve the police in this matter." Roy
stated as he tightly cuffed her hands also. "It will depend on your history of
this sort of thing."
"Oh, God mister." the busty blonde mewed barely above a whisper as two
rivulets of tears streamed down her face. "None of us has never, ever done this
before; honest."
"Well if that's true my supervisor will most likely let the three of you go
and ban you from the Mall.
The third teen nervously took a couple of steps away as Roy held up a third
set of handcuffs.
"Miss it will not bode well if you run. Even if you escape I'm sure your two
companions will tell the police who you are and where you live in order to stay
out of juvenile hall. Then Miss you alone will be prosecuted not only for the
minor offense of shoplifting but also for resisting arrest. That Miss will bump
you from juvenile court to a real court and you'll be doing real time in the
women's prison for five years at least. So run if you want."
Dejectedly the retreating teen stopped backing up. With slow short steps she
moved forwarded to stand in front of Roy; she turned around and put her hands
behind her back. After tightly securing her hands behind her, Roy turned the
trio around and marched them back in to the Mall. Their hair draping their tear
streaked faces like veils, as the three teens hung their heads down in shame as
Roy threaded them through the crowed Mall.
Roy had thought that he would hate being a security guard at one of the
nation's largest Shopping Malls. Hell he didn't even think they would hire him
having just graduation high school. Or so it stated on his employment
application. But they did. The head of security had said that he needed a young
face to cover the stores that teens hung out in. A face, that wouldn't draw the
attention of the young people who were shoplifting. So Roy was hired.
Hell there wasn't even run a background check on Roy. If one was they might
have found out that that most of the info Roy had written on the application was
bogus. About the only thing on it that was correct was his first name.
But with a booming economy and the fact that it was hard to get anyone to
work for a sum of money that was dead even with the minimum wage Mall security
had trouble finding people to fill the open slots. Hell kids at those fast food
places made more money then the sum they were giving Roy.
Not that the security outfit that the owners of the mall had contracted out
to couldn't afforded higher pay; they could easily have do so considering the
huge amount of money they were paid by the mall owners. But the security outfit
wanted to maximize their profits. Hence the ridiculously low pay of the people
they hired to do the actual work.
If those money mongers would have done a proper background check they may
have found out the reason why so much of the info on Roy's application was
wrong. They might have found out that he was kicked out of school for roughing
up a cheerleader and trying to rape her.
Hell it wasn't really Roy's fault the bitch asked for it. Time and again she
pranced around teasing just about everyone on the football team. When Roy
obliged she screamed rape.
It happened after a game one night the coach had called Roy into his office
to bawl him out for misaligning the football for a field gold that cost the team
a major game. So he wound up being the last one in the locker room.
Roy had just gotten out of the showers and was briskly rubbing his hair with
a towel as he was walking to his locker when Roy herd a high pitch giggle. When
Roy drew the towel off his head he saw Brittany Brooks standing right in front
of his locker.
Brittany had her sexy little cheerleading top pulled up and was exposing her
perky firm tits. As Roy's eyes locked on to those lushes breasts he let the
towel flutter to the floor as his cock sprang to life and his mouth began to
water.
Roy was immensely proud of his cock. It was a massive thing even in its limp
form it was longer and thicker then all of the other guys on campus hard ones.
When it was fully erect it lanced outwards from the dense forest of black curly
hairs of his groin for a good thirteen inches. The girth was almost as thick as
a 12oz beer can. Roy was so proud of his huge cock; that he has affectionately
named it 'Dong Kong' in reference to the movie about a giant gorilla. Whenever
he could he would display his horse like prick. The guys reacted to it with
jealous envy and the gals with fearful wonderment.
It was with that fearful wonderment that Bridget popping eyes locked on to
Roy's stiffing cock. Like so many other gals Brittany thought to herself, "Oh
what a exquisitely stupendous hunk of man meat."
Brittany's felt a warmth building up in her little snatch. Her loins became
so hot it was if her snatch was about catch fire. Her pussy cream flowed out of
her like Niagara Falls. Her nipples were a buzz sending waves of pure delight to
ripple throughout her young body. Her little clit poked its way out of the
sheath it normally hid in as it swelled. Brittany was on the verge of popping.
She was very near a wonderful climax from just looking at Roy's awesome one eye
wonder. It was so monstrous.
Monstrous! Just as suddenly as it started her pussy juices dried up, her clit
dove back into its sheath and her near orgasm vanished. The joy she had been
feeling was replaced by a gut-wrenching fear as the image of Roy's monstrous
cock; for that what it was a monster ripping her little pussy to shreds as it
reamed its way in and out of her.
Mark her current lover, who was also the football team's Captain cause her
immense pain when his nine incher stretched her cuntal walls to there very
limits each and every time it bottom out at the deep end of her pussy-hole. The
prick that still held her gaze was four inches longer and twice as thick. No
way was she going to let that monstrous thing inside her tight little pussy.
But being the true-blue cock tease that she was she decided to complete what
she had come to the locker room for.
She thrust her own set of mouth-watering attributes towards Roy. The twin
38-inch D-cup globes sitting high and firm on her chest. Brittany started to
giggle as Roy reached out to touch her succulent mounds of flesh. Just before
his fingertips came into contact with them Brittany slapped his hands away and
snickered, "These aren't for losers." Then she started jiggling her breasts as
she continue to giggle, "You can't even handle a football much less these
babies" Then she quickly pulled her tight fitting cheerleading top back down.
She turned her back to Roy who was standing there slack-jawed. She bent over
at the waist and flipped her short skirt up. Brittany wasn't wearing any
panties. Her moist plump pussy lips framed her slit and her asshole was
pulsating wantonly at Roy.
"This also is only for winners, LOOSER." As she straiten up her skirt fell
down over her ripe round rear covering it. "See ya later LOOSER!" Brittany
giggled as she walked away from Roy.
Roy stood dumbfounded for several moments. Then just as Brittany was about to
reach the locker room doors he snapped out of his stupor. His iron hard cock and
balls bounced and swung around wildly as he raced towards Brittany. With ease he
tackled her to the floor. He quickly got to his knees while clutching her slim
waist. As he rose up Brittany hips came with him. Roy tucked one arm under
Brittany's tummy and used the other to flip her short cheerleader skirt up.
Once her skirt was flipped up Roy used his free hand to center his throbbing
cock up with her pussy gash. But before he had a chance to plunge into her,
Brittany let loose with a blood-curdling scream.
Roy let go of Brittany as the coach burst into the locker room from his
office. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" he bellowed.
"Hh...heee was ttrrrying toooo rrraperrr meee." Brittany sobbed as she
scrambled up off the floor.
Well needless to say the shit hit the fan. Although no charges were ever
filed, because every one at the school knew what a tease she was so no one
believed Brittany's story that Roy had dragged her into the locker room to rape
her. However because of her father who was a member of the city council, who
only sent Brittany to public school to show the he was a common man of the
people got Roy thrown out of school.
Gone; were any hopes of graduating from high school much less getting that
football scholarship the he was slotted for. So at the age of seventeen Roy drop
out of school. He moved out of his little hometown and headed south. So when he
filled out the application he reinvented himself. Gone was Roy Baker. Hello Roy
Davis.
Roy was right at first. He was bored completely out of his skull. For close
to three months he slugged around the mall nearly oblivious to everything and
everyone around. Occasionally arresting and turning over the young people that
he caught shoplifting.
But that change one night when Roy had pulled the graveyard roving patrol
shift. He was just finishing his rounds of the fifth level of the under ground
parking garage built under the Mall. After entering the elevator and was about
to push the button to go to the ground level when he notice that there was a
level below the level he was on marked on the control panel that require a key
to access. Using the security passkey he overrode the lockout.
The level was basically empty only the massive support columns that supported
the mall sitting on their earthquake dampeners were on the newly discovered
level. Roy figure that no one had been down on the level since the mall was
finish and no one would be down there till a major quake.
Roy was about to leave when he pass a section along one of the out side walls
where the sheetrock wall had a hole punched into it. There was a strong stream
of air rushing out of it. With his curiosity peeked Roy widen the hole out with
the flashlight until it was large enough for him to squeeze through. What Roy
found when he shone the flashlight around, surprised him.
It seemed that an old stonewall behind the sheetrock had crumbled. On the
other side was a cavernous basement of some old building that once stood on the
mall's site.
As Roy explored the basement an idea popped in to his mind, a marvelously
sinister idea. He hurried out of the newly discovered basement and went to the
maintenance supply room. After getting enough stuff to patch the busted
sheetrock Roy repaired the hole and cleaned up the mess hiding the room
completely.
Roy moved from the ratty rent by the week hotel room he lived and into the
old basement he had found. Over the next few months Roy spent all of his off
time fixing up the place.
First a mock wall was made that allowed him easy access. On one side of mock
wall it appeared just like the rest of the unfinished sheetrock walls that line
the perimeter of the quake dampening level. On the other side was a sheet metal
panel panted gray to resemble the countless doors that allowed access to the
various shops throughout the Mall On it was stenciled Security Office
Interrogation and Detention Room. The sheetrock/door panel had a set of sliding
hinges that made the panel easily reversible.
Roy sound proof the entire huge basement with acoustic tiles, the next thing
he did was to build a smaller room about 10'X10' just on the inside of the
entryway. Once constructed, He furnished it like the real security office was.
Then Roy set about fixing up the rest of the large basement just the way he
wanted.
The place had all the creature comforts a man could want and array of items
that Roy would need when he put the basement to the use he had envisioned when
he discovered it. The last thing that Roy did was to install an extensive
security system.
Though most of the furnishing and other stuff came covertly from various
stores in the Mall the project completely wipe out Roy's meager savings. But if
things worked out as planed it wouldn't mater. He sure couldn't use the money
for what it was original intended for; a collage education. Brittany had seen to
that.
On the day Roy set his plan in motion he rig the entryway so that the mock
wall showed the security door side. Then he went up the main part of the Mall.
It was the middle of the Christmas season so the Mall was pack with holiday
shoppers.
Roy staked out one of the expensive jewelry shops. Though he did see a number
of shoplifters none of them fitted what he was looking for. So he arrest and
turned them in to the real Security Office. That was until a busty redhead in
her early twenties caught his attention near closing time.
She was neither short nor tall, perhaps five-five, with a sleek body that
seemed molded to her bones. Her weight wasn't much more than a hundred and ten
pounds and all of it was packed in long muscles that looked like they were built
for speed. Her hair-long, rusty-colored tresses-flowed smoothly across her
shoulders and draped down her back stopping just above the small of her back.
Her eyes were green and her features were small, giving her an appearance of
being much younger than the twenty-one years that she was. Her legs were lean
and hard. And the backs of the thighs crawled up onto a pert, tight little ass
that seam to want to burst out of the tight fitting slacks she was wearing.
As a shoplifter she was totally inept. It was easy to tell that this was her
first time stealing. Even the clerk noticed her. Roy gave the clerk the sign
that he was on her as she left the jewelry store with several thousand dollars
of merchandise in her oversize purse. The shop clerk smiled with the
satisfaction that he was going to get the stolen items back.
Being a first timer was one of Roy's major requirements. For first time
shoplifters were willing to do almost anything to avoid being turned over to the
cops. Being beautiful with a knock out figure and under, thirty were a couple of
others, which this red head was. But the most important requirement would have
to wait until Roy got her into the newly finished hideaway.
Roy followed the redhead until she exited the Mall. He then stepped up to her
and showed her his security badge. "Miss, I am placing you under arrest for
shoplifting. May I have your purse please?"
The redheaded 21-year-old flushed sheet white as she handed the young man who
was holding his hand out the large purse that she had stuff the jewelry she had
just stolen in.
"If you would be so kind as to put your hand behind your back so that I can
handcuff you."
Shaking like a leaf the redhead placed her hands behind her back. She winced
and whimpered. "Ohhh! Do they need to be so tight?" as the handcuffs reattached
tightly around her wrist.
"Yes they do Miss. It's so you can't slip out of them." Roy stated sternly as
he clutched her upper left arm. As Roy marched the redhead back into the Mall,
Dong Kong began to stir from slumber. Dong Fought to escape form Roy's pants
that imprisoned it as he lead the redhead through the crowed public area of the
Mall and down into the bowels of the Mall to the fake Security Office. Neither
spoke as they walked along. However the redhead did began to shutter and cry
softly.
After the two stepped into the fake Security Office the door with a
resounding clanged shut behind them with the sheetrock panel facing out. Roy
released his grip on the redhead's arm when she was standing in front of a metal
desk. Then Roy went behind the desk and sat down. Pushing a button on the desk
he activated the security system. Now Roy would know instantly if anyone
approached his little hideaway.
"Miss...mmm" Roy started to say as he ruffled through the redheaded women's
large purse until he found her wallet. "Mrs. O'Neil. Mrs. Tricia O'Neil..." Roy
stated in an authoritative tone as he read the women's name off her driver's
license. "Turn around please."
When Tricia complied with Roy's command he fished a handcuff key out of desk
drawer and unlocked the cuffs trapping Tricia's hands behind her. Tricia drew
her hands in front of her and began rubbing the circlets that resulted from the
handcuffs being too tightly clamped around her wrist as she nervously turned
back around to face Roy.
"Well now Mrs. O'Neil, what do we have to say about these?" Asked Roy as he
fished out several expensive watches, rings and other jewelry from the large
purse and placed them atop the desk.
"I'm sorry sir. It's just that my husband got hurt on the farm several
months ago. And due to the crazy weather recently we loss the crops. We had no
insurance and we ran out of money. I needed food for my kids. That's the only
reason I took that stuff." Stammered Tricia.
"You have some very strange kids Mrs. O'Neil, if this is what they eat." Roy
growled menacingly as he used both of his powerful burly hands to scoop up the
jewelry off the top of the desktop and thrust them towards the trembling,
sobbing woman.
No, no I wasn't going to feed them that. I was going to pawn the jewelry then
buy food for them. Honest." Tricia stuttered through her sobs.
Roy let the jewelry slip between his burly hands back to the desk and fished
out a couple of photos from Tricia's wallet and showed them to her. "Are these
your kids?"
"Yes sir, that's Little Keith, He's three month's old and that Linda she's
eighteen months."
"Where are they now? Did you abandon them in some alley like yesterday's
trash?"
Oh, Dear God no! There're at home with their father."
"Well Mrs. O'Neil I hope that you gave them all a big hug and kisses before
you left home to steal. Because you're going to jail..." Roy riffled through the
jewelry on the desk, "...for a very long time for stealing this amount of
jewelry. Yes, a very long time. Grand larceny is a ten to fifteen year stretch
in the state pin. Even with good behavior it will be six years before you see
these kids again." Roy snapped as he tossed the two photos on the desk towards
Tricia and picked up the phone.
"Oh, please no. Please don't call the police. I beg you. Think of my kids.
Please." Tricia stammered as she renewed her crying.
"I don't know about that Mrs. O'Neil. After all, the Mall has a very firm
policy on shoplifting. They insist that any and all thefts on the Mall property
be prosecuted to the full extent of the law."
"I'll do anything you want. But please just don't call the police." Tricia
sobbed with tears streaming down her face.
"I don't know I could get into a lot of trouble if I let you go. Anything you
say?"
"Yes, yes anything at all. Anything! Just don't call the police."
"Let's see mmmmm...Mrs. O'Neal sound very sincere about your circumstance.
And I sure, that you will promise not to steal at this Mall again. Isn't that
right Mrs. O'Neil?"
"Oh, yes! Yes, yes I am very sorry and I promise never to steal again. Please
Officer Baker let me go." Tricia pleaded, her crying turning through heavy sobs.
Roy got a thrill out of that his entire body rumbled with excitement as this
frighten sobbing woman continue to plead before him. Dong Kong was painting the
insides of his jeans with pre cum that it was spitting.
"I could get into some very serious trouble if I don't report this to the
police. It might not be worth letting you go. After all you could tell someone
then I would be out of a job."
"Oh, please Officer Baker I won't tell anybody about this if you let me go. I
won't cause you any trouble. I promise. Please let me go home to my kids.
Please!"
Again Dong Kong tried to rip its way out of Roy's jeans as the redheaded
woman continued to plead. Roy wondered if she could see the bulge in his jeans.
"I don't know Mrs. O'Neil letting you off scot free doesn't sound like a very
prudent thing for me to do."
Tricia cast her eyes downward and stuttered. "Please Officer Baker don't send
me to jail."
"Well Mrs. O'Neil that depends. If you answer a few questions for me honestly
I'll think about it. OK."
"Oh, yes Officer Baker I will. I will." Squeaked Tricia as she choked back
her sobs.
"All righty then. First does your husband know you're here stealing?"
"No Officer Baker. My husband thinks that I am up north trying to borrow more
money from my stepfather. He doesn't expect me back till late Monday"
"What about someone else? Got a friend waiting out in the parking lot in a
getaway car?"
"No, Sir I'm alone there's no one waiting for me in the parking lot. I don't
even have a car. I used my last few dollars to come here by bus."
So no one knows that you're here stealing? And you're not expected home till
late Monday?"
"Yes sir, that's right."
It had worked out better than Roy had hope. The final requirement had been
fulfill. Dooming this frighten shivering young woman before him. It was just
after 9:00pm Friday night and she wasn't expected back home till late Monday
night. That gave Roy two and a half days to do what he wanted to do to her sexy
body before any alarms went off. Then when she was missed they would be
searching completely in the opposite direction then where she was actually
located. Yes it had worked out perfectly. There just couldn't be a better first
victim for his hidden playroom. Toy reached beneath the top of the desk and
rubbed his stiff cock that was straining to get out while saying to himself
"Almost, Dong Kong. Almost. Just hold in there a little bit longer."
Then out loud, in soft comforting tones he spoke to his prey. "Well in that
case Mrs. O'Neil I think that we can work out an arrangement to keep you out of
prison. You did say anything didn't you Mrs. O'Neil?"
"Yes sir, what do you want, Officer Baker?" Tricia asked, as hopefulness
crept into her voice. "What is it that you want me to do?"
"Just show me those TITTIES you're hiding under that blouse." Roy giggled
sinisterly.
