The following very dark story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is erotic FICTION not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and not meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"Am I really going to do this?" I ask myself while adjusting my manhood. I ask this as I try to get whatever "goodness" within me to stand up and stop what I'm about to do. Because right now, I feel dark. Dark and tingly. Dark, aroused and fueled by alcohol.
From where I am I can see the women's section of this department store. The rather empty women's section of this department store. I had no clue the mall would be this empty. I guess no one goes to the mall any longer. When I was a teen, this is the place to be. But now I don't think there's anyone in this store outside of the employees.
I pause, considering how I got to this point. After all, I have only ever done anything like this once before, and that's because the bitch was tied to a tree. But I have to admit how good it felt to use her. The control. The power. The pleasure.
After I raped that white-trash woman tied to that tree, I've felt like a crack addict in need of another hit. Where my soul wanted to feel those feelings again, but I didn't dare. That was rape, pure and simple. Sure the woman orgasmed like crazy and loved it, but I know she considered it rape.
"Do I dare do this?" I ask myself. I try to be as honest as I can about what I'm going to do. This will is rape. No-consent. I will take what I want. So I can't pretend that she actually wants it or that she was leading me on. I need to be honest in what I am about to do.
In a way, I will admit, this isn't my fault. I've spent the past two hours drinking at a bar in this crap mall. I had showed up early this morning under the impression I was meeting a woman from that dating site POF. We had been talking for a while and made a date to walk around the mall and go shopping as it was such a public place.
But the bitch never showed. No text, no IM, no phone call, no nothing. Left me like an idiot waiting for her in the food court. This pissed me off pretty bad so I went to the bar to have a drink and try to calm down.
While drinking, I remembered what I did to the woman tied to that tree. Her boyfriend had cuffed her to the tree and basically stripped her. She explained it was a game gone bad, but he got mad and left. At first I did try to help her, but the bitch pissed me off. Her attitude turned me against her and I ended up fucking her. Fucked her hard and rough. Not like she could stop me.
I've whipped back to the here and now as I see the woman walk across the main aisle of this store. When I see her, I smile as she has no clue I'm here or that I've been following her for a good ten minutes.
The woman is a black woman around my age. She has a nice, fit body, well, maybe a bit thick in places, but overall sexy. The way she walks I can tell she is a modest woman, not overly confident, but not a pushover. And there's no wedding ring so I don't need to worry about a husband in some other store.
I spotted her while sitting in the bar. Saw her walking alone as she passed by the mall's main aisle. And what made me stare at her was the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. Those tits of hers were bouncing all about, where she doesn't even try to hide that fact. And she has some big knockers too.
I don't know shit about anything, but I get a strong feeling she forgo the bra to feel sexy. She wanted this attention and to feel desirable. Why else go to the mall without a fucking bra? If she wanted to be comfortable, she would be wearing pajamas or something, but she's not. She's wearing a rather nice outfit.
My eyes follow the no-bra woman as she continues to shop alone, moving from end display to end display. There she walks into the kitchen section where I finally decide to move. If I am going to do something, I need to do it soon. After all, this is the best possible place to do it as it is so fucking empty.
There's no shoppers here and judging by the run-down look of the store I doubt many of the cameras work. There's only one employee that I see, and he's working at the cash register. Well, not so much working but trying not to fall asleep as he holds his head up with an arm while his eyes close over and over.
The no-bra woman, who still has no idea I'm here, goes down an aisle filled with silverware and other kitchen utensils. From the way she looks, she's trying to find something specific. Her eyes look almost like the Terminator's as they search for that one special thing.
With my heart pounding, I move to the aisle to the left. Doing this solidifies what I am doing, making it real what I am about to do. It allows me to confirm that I am doing this. That I am about to rape this woman.
Finding new confidence, I walk very fast as my cock throbs. I've gone past the point of no return, about to commit this harsh crime...again. It acts like a drug making me feel high in a natural and intense way.
When I reach the end of the aisle, I turn and move into the aisle where the black woman is still looking for her item. Here I walk slowly and calmly, trying to look like I belong instead of using the fast pace run I just had. Trying hard I try to look like a normal shopper instead of the pervert I am.
I manage to look like a normal shopper as she doesn't look at me or acknowledge me. Instead she keeps searching for whatever. She keeps on doing this as I slowly get closer, where I too look around as if searching for something.
"Ma'am, would you mind?" I ask in my most calm and relaxed tone as I walk right up to her.
The woman stands at my words as she was slightly bent over. She then turns to face me, looking at me with her eyes raised, showing her confusion. Her face shows she doesn't understand what I could want, as the two of us have no reason to ever interact.
Everything moves in slow motion as my hand reaches over and grabs the bottom of her top. It's a rather nice looking top, or maybe I should call it a blouse. It looks like it is made of silk and is a very arousing red color, making me think of a matador's cape.
My hand grabs the fabric right at her stomach. It bunches up in my hand, where the fabric feels very nice to the touch. It makes me wonder if her skin is as soft and smooth as the fabric.
I yank the front of her top upward, hard. Since she is so much shorter than I am, this proves to be quite easy as she wasn't expecting me to do this. Plus I use so much force, I hear the stitching rip as I force it upward.
The woman's red top is hoisted up, where two perfect looking tits become exposed. I look down at them, surprised to see the very full and plump breasts. Breasts that have no sag, with the perfect sized nipples. Tits that would look at home in any porno or skin mag.
With time now stopping, I see those tits jiggle ever so slightly as I look at them, followed by the woman's extreme shock. She takes a huge breath at what has happened, making those wonderful breasts move even more, which makes my cock get even harder.
I'm not sure why I do it, or even how I do it, but the next thing I know, I've pushed her up against the shelves. One of my hands is still holding her top up to expose her tits while my other hand is covering her mouth as I pin her. I'm pushing hard on her, shoving her painfully against the shelves by using my body weight.
"Say one fucking word, and see what happens," I growl softly to the woman, my mouth on the side of her face, right next to her ear.
I fully expected her to scream or grab me, but she doesn't. Instead she just looks at me, still in extreme shock. It's like her brain got caught up in a loop and can't move forward to figure what is happening.
I continue to hold her in this forceful manner, doing my best to scare her so she doesn't move. I am bigger than she is, but that doesn't mean much. If she wanted to fight back, she would give me a run for my money. Someone like her has a lot of life and passion, which means they normally don't go down easy. Thankfully she seems to be in a state of being overwhelmed.
The next thing I know, I have her nipple in my mouth. My lips close around it, where I suck hard, trying to pull all of her nipple into my mouth. When I do, I hear the comical sucking sounds that my mouth makes as I suck her nipple as hard as I can. As if to make the perfect partner sounds, I hear her whimper in a high pitch manner.
One of my hands keeps holding her face while the other hand grabs her tit. There I squeeze hard as I suck the nipple, feeling how hard my cock has become at being able to do this. And I squeeze her boob hard too, loving how firm and heavy it is, not to mention loving that she's not trying to stop me.
I'm really surprised by how good she tastes. I've sucked on a bunch of titties in my life, but none tasted as good as hers. I mean, it really does taste like honey. It's sweet and tasty, making me want more. It makes me want to ask if she sprayed honey or something over her as it is damn arousing.
My hand then grabs her left boob where I repeat the process. I grab her boob hard, squeezing it to my heart's content then lift to put my lips on it. I suck on it just as hard, moaning as it tastes as good as the other one. This time I even flick my tongue over her hard nipple.
"Get this shit off," I demand as I stand. There I remove my hand from her mouth and grab hold of her top with both hands. Being forceful I yank the top up over and over, fighting with her to pull it over her head where it gets trapped in her hair and arms.
With her mouth free, I'm again surprised the woman doesn't scream. She doesn't even say anything as I force her to take off the top. She just grunts and whimpers, seemingly too overwhelmed to do anything outside of moving her arms in a protective motion.
The top does come off, where she seems more interested in using her arms to cover her tits then anything else. I hold her top in my right hand, amazed by how easy that was. That I just made a woman topless in public.
With a chuckle, I send it flying, not caring to see where it lands or where it goes. In fact, if I had been thinking, I would have tossed it high enough to go into the next aisle. I would hide it from the bitch to make her walk to her car with her tits bouncing. Maybe even tie her hands behind her so she wouldn't have any other choice.
