CHAPTER FIVE:
The middle age woman was walking pass several huge pillars somewhere deep in
the bowels of the Mall listening to the young man walking next to her. He was a
handsome young man not much older then her daughter, a year; maybe two. His
muscular chest and washboard abdomen were clearly outline in the tank top shirt
that he was wearing. His biceps bulged with well-defined muscles.
When she had first see this young man standing by the elevators in the Mall's
sublevel parking garage she didn't think he was the man that she was to meet
there. After all he was so young. The middle age woman was expecting to meet a
much older man not a young teenager. But when he introduce himself as Officer
Roy Davis of the Mall Security Office and showed her his badge and Mall ID She
knew that this kid was the individual that she had talk to on the phone.
She expected to go up in the elevator to the Mall, so she was surprised when
elevator descended further down then the garage 5th sublevel when the Young
Security Officer inserted a key into the elevator control panel and turned it.
As they rode down in the elevator she secretly glanced down at his crotch at
the bulge in his trousers and wonder how he was hung. She blushed at the
thought. Her hue deepened and got a bit woozy when the handsome young teen
glanced over at her. Shamefully she cast her eyes downward as the elevator
continued to descend.
"This boy was at less half my age how could I have such carnal thoughts.
Especially having just left my husband for having the same type of carnal
thoughts. But husband's were much more perverse. For the teenage body he was
lusting after was our own daughter." The middle age woman thought to herself as
the incident with her husband flashed through her mind.
One morning while cooking breakfast she heard her daughter scream at the top
of her lungs. In a sheer panic she streaked up the stairs from the kitchen to
the main bathroom where her daughter's screams had come from.
The middle age woman's daughter was in the tub with her back crunched back
into the corner screaming. She had the opaque shower curtain clutched in her
hands holding it tightly against her soapy lathered chest. At the other end of
the tub was the reason she was screaming. Her father!
He was standing in the tub completely nude His six-inch cock poking out of
his groin as stiff as a board, as the shower water pelted off of him. He was
franticly trying to calm her daughter down.
"ALBERT! WHAT THE FUCK?"
Albert scrambled out of the tub on hearing his wife bellowing. "It was only a
joke I wasn't going to do anything. It was only a joke."
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!"
Dripping water, as did Albert scurried out of the bathroom. Mother helped
daughter out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her sobbing daughter and
helped her to her room. Once in her room she helped her daughter get dress. Then
as her daughter sat on the bed crying she hastily dumped several of her
daughter's clothes on the middle of the bed.
"Can you stand honey?" She cooed softly.
Her daughter responded with a slight nod as she rose up off the bed upon
trembling legs. The middle age woman quickly gathered the corners of the bed
spread and made a bungle out of it. She carried the bungle of clothes and guided
her daughter to her own bedroom and bundle up some of my own clothes in the
bedspread from her bed.
On the way out of the house Albert stuck his wet head out of the den. "It was
only a joke."
"You'll be hearing form my lawyer you pervert!" the middle age woman scream
over her shoulder. Then she drove clear across the city and got a hotel room
near the Mall. That was a week ago.
This was the first time in that week that her daughter had venture out of the
hotel room. It was just a few hours after she left that she got a call from Roy
Davis about her daughter being held for shoplifting. After talking to Roy for a
few minutes she rushed over to the Mall to meet him.
The middle age woman was jolted back to the present when the elevator doors
opened up to a pillar filled chamber.
"They sure put you boys way out of the way don't they?" The startled middle
age woman asked the young Security Guard next to her.
"That they do, Mrs. Its not the main office mind you. That's up in the first
surface tear of the Mall. The office we're going to is the dentition area for
suspects to be picked up by the police. We find it better for both the Mall's
image and the suspected shoplifters waiting for transportation if we don't have
people handcuff up in the main office where the regular patrons can see the
prisoner." Roy stated calmly.
"About the police? On the phone you said we could avoid involving them."
Asked the middle age woman as they walked through the chamber
"That's true Mrs. as long as what your daughter told me about this being her
first offence of this nature." Roy answered.
Oh, I'm sure it is Officer. Yes I'm sure it is. I don't know why she was
shoplifting today but I'm sure she has never done anything like this before. I
hope we can clear this matter up without getting the police involved." she
stated out loud then thought silently "The episode with her father has really
upset her. I'm going to have to get her some consoling to help her...to help the
both of us through this."
"I hope so to Mrs.. But I must warn you the shop owner just might want to
press charges against your daughter anyway. If he does its out of my hands and
she will be taken by the police to Juvenile Hall and be put in to the system."
"Is there anything thing you can say to the shop owner? I'll gladly pay him
for the items that my daughter took from his shop. And I can insure him that I
will get consoling for her so something like this doesn't happen again."
"We'll see Mrs.."
When the two came to a stop Roy open a gray door marked Security Office and
gestured for the middle age woman to enter. It was a small room with only a
large desk and a single chair behind the desk, which Roy sat in after closing
the door.
With no other chair in the room the middle age woman stood in front of the
desk. "Where's my daughter? I don't see her."
"She's in there." Stated Roy as he hooked his thumb towards an open doorway
marked 'Detention Area' that was behind and just to the left of the desk.
"Can I see her?"
In a little while, let me make a phone call first to see what the shop owner
wants to do."
Anxiously she watched Roy pick up the phone receiver and punched out a phone
number.
"John it me Roy. I'm down in the holding office with the kid's mother... Yea,
that one, I need to know what you have decided what to do with her? ... Just a
sec I'll ask her."
Roy let the phone dropped away from his mouth a little as he spoke to the
middle aged woman.
"Mrs., John that John Tisdale the owner of the music store that your
daughter stole from; he wants to know in lieu of pressing charges if you would
not only pay for the items taken from his store but also agree to let your
daughter do some community service around the mall. It entails things like
removing gum, cleaning graffiti, picking up trash and a few other things around
the Mall. Would you agree to do that?"
"Oh yes! Yes, yes I agree. Oh yes, thank you."
"John she... Oh you heard... Ok then see you later."
After hanging up the non connected phone the middle age woman asked Roy
excitedly, "Can I see her now? Can I see my daughter?"
"Sure thing Mrs. Hughes. Give me a sec and I'll be right back with her." Roy
stated as he got up from behind the desk.
Fidgeting nervously Mrs. Hughes waited as Roy walked through the open doorway
leading to the 'Detention Area'. His 'just a sec' lasted almost ten minutes. She
was about to call out when Roy holding her daughter's upper arm appeared.
She looked ash white and was trembling. Though her head was hanging down in
apparent shame Mrs. Hughes could see that her eyes were sunken and swollen Tears
were streaming down her face to be soaked up by the football jersey she wore. It
was the same bulky football jersey that she had left the hotel room in this
morning. The jersey hung on her like a large sack the bottom end of it stopping
at her bare mid thigh. Curiously she wondered what happen to the electric-blue
spandex tights that her daughter also had on when she left the hotel room. Her
daughter's hands were cuffed together in front and her fingers were fiddling
with the hem of the jersey.
Roy who seemed to be supporting her by his grip on her upper arm was
escorting her daughter to the front of the desk. She moved in short stumbling
steps as if any second now her legs would give out. As mother watched daughter
approach her nerviness evaporated to be filled with loving motherly concern.
The daughter almost collapsed to the floor when Roy released his grip on her
arm some four feet away. "Wendy are you alright?"
"Oh, mommy I've been a very bad little girl." Wendy's mewed past her soft
gasping sobs. Wendy spoke so softly that if her mother hadn't see her trembling
lips move she would not have heard her.
"Oh darling is going to be alright. I worked out a deal so that the police
won't arrest you. It's going to be all right. We'll be out of here shortly."
"Oh God mommy, I'm so sorry for getting you into this. Its all my fault I'm
so very, very sorry...Please mommy, help me. He...he's done ter..."
Mrs. Hughes thought that her daughter was apologizing for her stealing, but
the last part of her statement was a bit confusing. Especially when she fell
silent in mid sentence when Roy cleared his throat.
"What did my daughter take from the store? I got some money on me if is not
enough I can give you a credit card to pay for it."
"Show your mommy what you stole."
Wendy started showing her mother what she had stolen by spreading her legs
wide. Then grasping the bottom of the football jersey and begin lifting it.
Mrs. Hughes was thunder struck by what she saw. Shock beyond the ability to
speak or move. All she could do was to watch her daughter with ever widening
eyes.
When the jersey was drawn up high enough to clear her pubic mound Mrs. Hughes
saw that not only did Wendy didn't have the electric-blue spandex tights on but
she didn't have any panties on either. Her entire pubic area was a mass of
crisscross crimson red lines, which several were sitting atop of nasty looking
welts, but the most shocking thing was what was dangling between her wide spread
legs. It was a portable music Compact Disk player. It was dangling from a thin
wire that had an alligator clip on the end of it. And that alligator clip was
snapped onto Wendy's little clitoris. Tiny beads of blood, was popping up around
the alligator clip where its sharp pointy steel teeth were biting into her
daughter's clitoris. With horror Mrs. Hughes watched her daughter began to rock
her hips back and forth causing the dangling CD player to swing and with it her
clitoris.
"Being the greedy selfish bitch that I am. I stole this CD player from the
music store." Wendy gasped meekly, through her sobbing.
The mother continued to watch her daughter in shocked horror as she continued
to raise the jersey up her body. The more Wendy lifted the jersey more of the
angry crimson red lines were reviled upon her young body.
When her, well formed and full breasts were exposed Wendy' mother saw that
there were two more alligator clips were snapped onto Wendy's nipples. The two
line attached to the two nipple alligator clips were tugging Wendy's breasts
upwards slightly as the lines disappeared over her shoulders.
When Wendy finally pulled the football jersey completely off and let it drop
to the floor she began to jiggle her breasts back and forth. The two lines
draped over her shoulders walked down her shoulders until they rolled off of
them. Wendy's breasts were jerked downwards by the six music CD's that were
attached to each nipple alligator clip.
"I am such a bad little spoiled brat that I also stole these music Compact
Disks. Sobbed Wendy.
The clattering CD's jerked and yanked Wendy's breasts about as she continued
to jiggle her breasts. Slowly she began to turn around unlike her front Wendy's
backside was completely free of the crimson red lines that marred her flesh on
the front side. She bent over at the waist and sucked her unblemished rump
towards her mother.
"Mommy I have been such a bad little thieving bitch that I need to be
punished. Would you please ask that kind Security Officer next to you to beat my
creamy white ass until it matches my nasty twat and my pitiful scrawny boobies?"
Linda was still in shock unable to move or speak as she stared at her
daughter with eyes bugging out as Wendy's breasts and clit were jerked and
yanked about by the twelve swinging CD's and the CD player.
SMACK!
Linda did a half spin and crashed atop of the desk from the powerful slap
across the left side of her face.
"BITCH! That twat over there told you to do something. Not to stand there and
gawk at it!" growled Roy.
The slap broke Linda out if her stupor. She quickly struck out with her left
foot trying to kick the rugged young man in his balls to disable him. It didn't
work. Though her foot was on target the set of balls that her foot was aiming
for was well outside of its range. So the stretched out toe of Linda's high heel
only found empty air.
Suddenly a powerful hand grasped Linda's outstretched ankle and was yanked
upwards. Another hand reached under her dress and ripped her panties off. By
her, trapped ankle she was jerked up off the desk.
Linda was dazed as her face slammed in to the floor. With blood rushing out
of her nose Roy grabbed her other ankle and flipped Linda over like a pancake.
Once on her back Roy yanked the dazed middle age woman legs wide apart.
"Try to kick me in the balls will you!" Roy growled as he swung his booted
foot back.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Linda didn't fair as well. Over and over Roy slammed his foot in to her
groin. She bucked wildly and howled in sheer agony. She tried her best to yank
her trapped ankles free of Roy's grip. But she lacked the strength to do so. And
what little strength had had was quickly ebbing as Roy's boot continued to slam
into her. As Linda's howling voice began to crack from the constant screaming
she heard her daughter's own screams. They weren't screams of agonizing pain but
pleading screams.
"Ohhhh, please My Lord and Master stop your killing her. You've got to stop.
I beg you. Please stop."
"Shut the fuck up BITCH. Or your nasty twat will be next. This fucked up SLUT
needs to learn not to never ever try to harm me again. Take one of those CD's
them pitiful boobies are holding and play it. I need some foot stomping music."
Growled Roy as his boot continued to pulverize Linda's pussy.
As the loud Punk Rock music filled the air a red fogy haze descended over the
middle age woman.
