The mall is quiet this evening, enough that you cn hear your footsteps where normally you’d only hear the rushing noise of a crowd of shoppers. Some stores are already closing down, the security gates pulled down slightly in a not so subtle hint to anyone thinking of entering.

With the slow evening, your boss let you end own shift early, and are walking around a bit to do a little shopping of your own. You’re glad you changed out of your work uniform, opting to wear the scarf, long belted tshirt dress, and some cute boots you came to work in, your uniform stowed away in your small backpack. You’ve got one store bag with you, the result of a finding a sweatshirt you liked; long, warm, and with a heavy hood for chilly nights.

Before you head outside to wait for your ride, you decide to make a quick stop in the restroom. Knowing the mall as you do, you decide to avoid the busier area and use one down an old hallway on the far end, deciding that you want some privacy so you don’t feel rushed.

As you finish your stop you can hear the echoes from further out in the mall of people saying their farewells for the night and the heavy clangs of gates, doors, and locks being closed up.

You stop for a quick drink at the water fountain. As your straighten up, you feel a hand on your mouth and and arm around your waist. Your muffled shriek is met with a tightened grip, and your legs kick out a bit as you are lifted off the ground and pulled backward through a set of doors you’d never paid much attention to.

Your panic abates a bit as you hear the voice of your older boss.

“Hush, sweetie. Settle down.”

You relax as hands release you and you are spun around. You look up at the bearded face you saw just a short while ago, and he smiles back at you. You notice that he still has a hand on your hip, with the other resting on your shoulder. He smiles at you, and your heart flutters a bit.

“Sorry to startle you, but we can’t have you making all that noise.”

Your face reflects your confusion, when you feel his sudden movement and a hand between your thighs before you can react. You feel and hear your panties rip, and see his hand came up with the tattered remains of your underwear. Your mouth hangs open in shock as he lifts the gusset to his face and inhales deeply.

You inhale sharply yourself, preparing to scream when he jams the panties in your mouth and pulls your scarf up to hold them in place. You find you arms suddenly pinned behind your back, and with a speed you can’t quite follow he yanks off your belt and uses it to bind your wrists together. It has taken just a few moments, but you now find yourself tied and gagged in front of your boss.

Suddenly, all the glances and looks you’ve gotten from him over the last few weeks make sense. The special treatment he’s given you, the brushing together of your bodies in spaces not quite tightly confined enough to explain it. You never even thought of those as warning signs of something like this as you’d enjoyed that attention, perhaps more that you’d admitted to yourself.

Just thinking about his obvious lust and desire for you gives you a rush, and you feel your body respond.

His hands begin to wander. you feel his fingers caress your skin where exposed, and he mauls your roughly where covered. He spins you around and pushes you forward against the doors you had just come through. Your face awkwardly presses against the middle, and you can see the drinking fountain just a few feet away through the small gap.

Your breasts are fully enveloped in his grip now, and you know he can feel your hardened nipples against his palms. The thin shirt fabric is, apparently, no longer acceptable. His hands move to the neckline and with ripping noise another item of your clothing is ruined, and his hands now paw at your fully exposed and vulnerable chest.

The hands leave for a moment, and you feel activity behind you. Your fingers, locked behind your back, feel his body pull away for a moment and you hear his slacks unfastening and falling to the floor. Then the heat from his body is pressed back into you, this time an even hotter parcel of flesh is pressed against your captive fingers and you blindly explore the cock of the man behind you.

Some noise comes from the other side of the door as two mall workers pass by, pausing at the water fountain as one fills up a bottle. They are making small talk, and the conversation is lost to you as the member in your hands is pulled away, then lined up against your moistened cunt. You feel the head rub up and down as he lubricates himself against your obviously excited hole.

Just as the two people in front of you turn to walk back down the hallway, he enters you. Your body is pressed even harder against the cold metal of the doors in front of you, and you feel his belly against your fingers.

Instead of the frantic and hurried fucking you assume is to come, he instead moves slowly and deliberately, working deeper and deeper until he’s completely buried inside you. The heat of the cock inside you drives you crazy, causing more and more of your juices to leak out onto his shaft and balls, and making each subsequent thrust easier and smoother.

One of his hands reaches around and finds your clit, which he rubs and teases in a way that causes you to almost immediately see stars. His fingers attack you from the front while his dick continues to ravage your from behind. It occurs to you that while he obviously is wanting you to have some pleasure, his movements indicated that he’s fucking you for himself more than anything else.

Knowing that you’re just a hole for him right now excites you even more. You begin to thrust back against him and squirm your hips in ways you hope he’ll enjoy. You want to be used. To be nothing to him other than a way to cum. You want to tell him these things, but the gag is keeping you from doing so. All you can do is moan instead of shouting to him. You simply repeat the following mantra in your head as his assault continues:

“Fuck me. Use me. Rape me.”

His body tenses as he thrusts one last time, and you feel him pulsing as he unloads his sperm into you as deeply as he can. As he does so, his hand on your clit speeds up and you find yourself joining him moments later with your body bucking and thrashing as an orgasm of your own hits you hard.

He stays inside as your ride a wave of pleasure, and as you come out of it he’s already loosening the belt and scarf. Your torn panties fall from your mouth to the floor, and you feel an emptiness as his cock disengages from your used pussy.

You turn around an lean against the door, catching your breath as he pulls up his pants and puts himself back together. You feel some of his semen leak from your hold and drip to the floor, landing on your underwear.

Your eyes meet, and he pulls the sweatshirt out of the shopping bag and hands it to you. You pull it on over your ruined outfit, getting caught in the oversized garment. As you struggle to get it on, you hear him speak for the first time since this began.

“Don’t be late for your shift tomorrow.”

Followed by the opening and shutting of the door as he slips away. You finally get yourself presentable and make your own exit. He’s long gone, and you head outside to get picked up, smiling to yourself and excited to go to work the next day.