Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fiction, and depicts non-consensual sex. In real life, non-consensual sex is illegal and immoral, and not condoned by the author.
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It was dusk as Linda exited her car and walked across the theater parking lot. The temperature was warm enough that Linda didn't need the button sweater that she wore over her scooping sleeveless top, but she wore it because the theaters could sometimes be too cool. Strolling towards the theater entrance, Linda heard a whistle to her right, and out of the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of a group of scruffy looking teens smoking cigarettes on the sidewalk.
At aged forty-three and a mom and wife, Linda wasn't expecting the whistles to be directed at her. The tall brunette was attractive enough and busty, but her figure wasn't what it had been before she bore children, and so attracting unwanted attention was an extremely rare occurrence in her safe suburban world. But when she heard the crude "Nice tits, mama!" coming from the group, and seeing nobody else around, she glanced down to notice that the breeze had caused her unbuttoned sweater to fall to the sides, and her tight white top scooped low and clung to her size 40D bra. While Linda had taken the time to do her makeup and fix her hair, she considered her trip to the movies a casual affair and thought her top and her beige skirt over bare legs comfortable but not enticing. But now as she walked briskly, she had this feeling that perhaps her large mature breasts were jiggling and her rear end might be moving a little too much under the tight skirt.
Feeling flush from the fresh boys, Linda pretended not to notice their crude comments and looked straight ahead as she passed by them. She entered the theater, and got in line at the ticket booth. Going to the theater alone wasn't something that Linda did often, but on a boring weeknight, going to see a romance movie that nobody else in her family was interested in was a rare time out alone.
Linda tried to calm down and speak in a normal tone of voice when buying her ticket. At least the ticket booth was inside, so nobody there would have seen the teens embarrassing her, she hoped.
After paying for her ticket and entering the lobby, Linda saw the group of boys enter the theater and buy tickets. She now stood to the side and took a minute to inspect the boys who had directed the catcalls at her.
There were five of them. They appeared to be in their late teens, eighteen to nineteen, Linda surmised. Two black, two white and one Hispanic. They were dressed scruffy and their hair was greasy and unkempt. She would turn them away if they came to her door and asked for her daughter, Linda thought. At least, she felt, that they wouldn't be watching the same romance movie as Linda was going to see.
But Linda could feel them watching her from across the near-empty lobby. They even seemed to be following her down the hall to the theater entrances. Finally they stopped in front of the entrance of a 'B" action movie. But they stalled long enough to watch Linda enter the double doors of the opposite theater.
The theater was dark. The previews had just started to play. There were other patrons scattered among the middle rows. Linda climbed the steps, and entered the empty next-to-top row and sat alone in the middle of the row. The nearest person was four rows ahead. At least she shouldn't be bothered by other people's noise.
Linda now relaxed and tried to forget about the "hoodlums" from the parking lot. The opening credits started, and she recognized the names of a few of the stars. She came to watch the movie, but what she would never tell her husband nor anybody else was that she was also hoping for a few "romance" scenes featuring the young stars. Linda was a conservative woman and faithful wife, but she couldn't help it if a love scene featuring a good looking actor got her juices flowing a little.
Several minutes into the film, Linda saw more people entering the theater. Oh, no! It was the "hoodlums!" Why were they in this theater?
The gang climbed the steps to Linda's right, and seemed to be looking around the audience. Maybe they were looking for someone else in their group, Linda hoped. But soon they seemed to spot her sitting alone, double stepped it up until they got to the top, and filed in. Four of them went down the last row, and sat directly behind Linda. The fifth boy, a big tall black teen, walked down the row that Linda was in, and sat down right next to her.
Linda froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. But when she heard the tall black teen to her right whisper "hi," and glanced over and saw him looking right at her face, she started to grab her purse from the seat to her left.
But the Hispanic teen climbed over the seats from the row behind her, and sat in the seat to her left, blocking her exit. She sat, leaning forward, and sighed. Linda was a little fearful, but for now mostly irritated. She whispered, "excuse me", and started to stand up. But the black teen to her right grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back down into her seat. And the Hispanic teen to her left also held her back against her seat. In the flickering light, she could see the black teen holding a long switchblade knife. To her left, the Hispanic had pulled a handgun out of his waistband.
Linda gasped, but the black teen whispered, "Shh," in her ear, and held the knife up closer. Linda froze, now completely petrified, her heart pounding.
For a moment, Linda and the teens surrounding her were silent and still. A song was playing loudly on the soundtrack, likely drowning out any commotion that her and these hoods were making. Nobody down in the lower seats seemed to be paying them any attention. The black teen let go of her arm. His knife was in his right hand resting on his lap. Linda tried to control her breathing, and wondered what they wanted with her.
