Kimberly Wilkes had never been more frightened than she was at that moment in the security office of the department store where she had just been caught trying to walk out with three pairs of lacy panties in her purse. She had shoplifted at that same store and had never gotten caught but some of her friends had been nabbed. Nothing much had ever happened to them but those friends had been only 17 years old or less when they were caught. Since reaching her eighteenth birthday the previous month, Kimberly had been considered an adult and she knew the punishment for any kind of illegal act could be much more severe.
The two men in the office with her knew her age because they had demanded to see her college identification. Once they had seen the birth date of the miscreant, they knew exactly what they wanted to do about her. Her pretty, heart-shaped face with the clear complexion and long brown hair and her luscious breasts helped them to come to that decision. Even more important was Kimberly's big, shapely ass because they both love having something like that moving up and down under them on the couch on which she was seated just then. Because of their youth, Kimberly's friends had never been subjected to the sexual demands of the security men but the woman currently sitting before them would not be that lucky.
"Well, Kimberly," the older of the two men chided her. "You must really like these panties to take a chance on going to jail for stealing them. Well? Do you?" As he spoke, he held one of the silky wisps in front of her face." His name was Larry Crane, but he hadn't told her, believing withholding the information would make the sexy teenager feel even more in his power.
He was right. "Y-y-yes," she stammered.
"Do you think they would look good on you?" the second man asked. His name was Richard Proctor but Kimberly was also unaware of that.
Doubting she could get into worse trouble than she already faced, Kim gave an honest answer. "Yes, I'm sure they would."
"Suppose you show us?" Larry continued as he handed them to her.
She was unsure of what he meant, but Kimberly stood up and held the panties over her crotch.
"What do you think?" Larry asked his companion.
"They don't look like much, but I can't really tell in front of those jeans."
Both men looked expectantly at Kimberly and she looked from one face to the other as it began to dawn on her what the men might be getting at. She hoped she was wrong even though she also thought of it as possibly being a chance to avoid going to jail for shoplifting.
"What do you want?" she asked in a voice she almost couldn't recognize.
"Like we said," the younger man answered. "We want to see what you look like in these panties you were trying to steal. But we can't tell anything as long as you're wearing those dumb jeans. Now, take them off."
Kimberly's worst fears were being realized. "I can't get undressed in front of you."
"Suit yourself," the older man said. "I haven't called the cops yet but, after I do, they'll be here in a few minutes to take your cute little ass to jail. When the bull dykes down there get a hold of you, you'll wish you were still here with us."
Kimberly hadn't thought of that, but she was almost sure the man facing her was right. She had heard horror stories, from teachers and other older women about some really vicious women who were often in the jail. Most of them were lesbians, she had been told, and they resented young attractive straight women like herself. They might even gang rape her. The alternative to letting the two men ogle her as she put the panties on would almost certainly be worse than the few minutes of semi-nudity.
"What do you want me to do?"
"First, take off your pants. They're pretty tight so you better take off your shoes first."
Kimberly sat back down and removed her sneakers. That part was not difficult, partly because she was wearing bobby sox under them. The frightened teenager looked at the two men with the futile hope they might settle for that.
They wouldn't. After a minute of waiting, while they stared at her with lust, Larry spoke up. "C'mon, Kimberly. We haven't got all day. If you don't want to go to jail, you better do what we say and take off your pants."
On the verge of crying, Kim slowly unbuttoned the front of her jeans and stuck her thumbs in the waistband. Raising herself from the couch and pushing down at the same time, she slid the garment down and around her big, soft ass cheeks to just above her knees, where she paused again. Larry wouldn't let her get away with that. He grabbed the bottom hems of her pants legs and started to pull the tight jeans the rest of the way off. Richard saw what his associate was doing and used the weight of his upper body to hold the struggling young brunette in place while her jeans were being stripped from her. Seconds after dropping them to the floor, Larry insinuated his body between her bare legs and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties.
"No! No! Please don't!" Kimberly begged her assailant.
She might have been better off saving her breath. One man was between her legs holding her down and the other was covering her upper body and pressing Kim against the thin mattress of the couch. She felt fingers being slipped into the waistband of her panties and struggled, almost reflexively, to keep the man from pulling them down. Her struggles were to no avail, and probably helped him in taking down her undergarment. Larry slid his hands around Kim's ass and, timing her movements, worked her panties around her cheeks and hips and down to mid-thigh. Licking his lips in his lust, he gazed at her exposed pussy, with its sparse covering of light brown hair.
"This is gonna be some great fucking," he told himself.
It wouldn't be if Kim could help it but her efforts seemed to be a losing battle. The older man was holding her legs and had worked her panties down to the middle of her thighs and his accomplice was sprawled over her face and upper body and he was pinning Kim's arms. Her face was covered so she couldn't yell for help nor could she see what the man was doing with her legs. When he let go and secured a new grip, her response was too late to help in her struggles. His new hold was on an ankle and he pulled that leg close to him so he could pull her panties all the way down and around her foot, leaving Kimberly naked below her waist except for the wisp of nylon that was dangling uselessly from her other ankle.
Their victim had been prepared but Larry still had to ready himself. First, he took the condom from his pocket, tore open the plastic wrapper and rolled the contents onto his cock. It was pre-lubricated because they expected any girls they caught shoplifting to be dry and unwilling and in need of artificial lube. He also removed the small bottle of baby oil from his pocket and coated his cock, especially the head, before spreading Kimberly's thighs with his hands. Once again she begged him to stop but he ignored her.
Although Kim couldn't see him, she had an idea what her attacker was doing. She and her boyfriend liked to role-play rape scenarios and, so far at least, the security man's actions somewhat mirrored what happened during that kind of sex-play. Those games were great fun and very arousing to her - she enjoyed some of her best orgasms - and she began to hope her ordeal that day would be little or no worse than the role-playing. She could even feel her pussy starting to lubricate a little.
The man between her legs didn't know that and, even if he had seen the few drops of liquid, he wouldn't have been able to tell if from the baby oil he was applying with the tip of his cock. Although certainly not solicitous of the young woman's welfare, Larry also had no wish to do her any harm. This was partly because an injury might have constituted evidence against him and his partner but he also was not so much of a brute as to inflict any unnecessary injury on her. The men's reason for raping girls like her was for their own sexual fun, not because of any particular misogyny on their parts. That was why they always used baby oil and the pre-lubricated condom.
When he was satisfied their victim was ready, Larry centered the end of his cock against the soft pink hole he lusted for and gave a firm shove. He was pleasantly surprised when the head easily burrowed its way in because he had expected the young woman to be tighter than she was. Seconds later, he thrust forward again and almost half his shaft was in the place he wanted it. He was inside her deeply enough that he no longer needed to guide his cock or hold her lips apart so he reached under Kimberly's blouse. After pushing her bra up out of the way, he lightly squeezed her big, lush breasts and was quite pleased to feel her erect nipples under his thumbs. Larry raised his upper body so he could see her other responses.
"See? It's not so bad, is it," he said. "Certainly not as bad as it would be with those mean bitches at the jail."