The Store Room Floor - Sex Stories

The Store Room Floor

... tail bone. Her attacker cursed and bucked his body like a rodeo horse but was unable to throw the young woman from his back. They crashed into the third and final storage rack, sending it and its contents to the floor, which by now was littered wall-to-wall with women’s shoes and clothing. The man’s strength, however, was undeniable. When Marcela attempted to reach around from behind him to gouge his eyes, her attacker caught her wrists and twisted them hard. She cried out in pain, and in that instant the man was able to throw her over his head. She landed with a thud on her back on the clothes-strewn floor. As she quickly rolled over, her attacker kicked her solidly in the ribs and she fell back. He was on her in an instant, punching her gut, knocking the wind from her lungs, leaving her momentarily defenseless. He used that moment to rip her blouse open, sending buttons flying in all directions. Still gasping, not fully recovered from the loss of wind, Marcela, in a prone position, kicked at her assailant as hard as she could, again striking only thigh. Infuriated, she kicked with her other leg but again could not hit him where it hurt. Frantically, she reached for his face and scratched him fiercely with four of her nails, drawing blood. The man cursed and slapped her face hard. Her kicks and scratches had stung, and that pissed him off, but, in fact, he was a man who, the more a victim fought, the more turned on he became. He now felt a quite satisfying surge of blood ...

... in his loins. He slapped the young woman’s face once again, as hard as he could. The two blows stunned her, quieting her. It also brought a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. He was on top of her now, straddling her. His hands went to her bra and pushed it upward, off her breasts and to her neck. He reveled for a moment at the sight of her magnificent bared breasts, but the young woman had shaken off the effects of his slaps and was struggling mightily beneath his weight. Her arms swung wildly and her legs kicked in desperation, but she was able to land only a couple of significant blows. With his weight on top of her, the man seemed to be enjoying her struggle, not unlike a cat watching the throes of a wounded bird. After letting her struggle for a long while, he slapped her face yet again, quieting her, her head knocked to the side, her bruised cheek resting upon a pile of women’s party dresses. He pulled her face back up by the chin and slapped her a fourth time. Then again. And then again. She began to cry. And to condemn herself for not having had her pepper spray handy. To think she was not safe in her own store, in a popular shopping mall! It was closing time, but right now there were still people waking by her store, not knowing what was transpiring in the store room behind the darkened boutique! We are at the beginning of our story now. The young woman, who had indeed fought valiantly, now lay naked on her store room floor, bloody and beaten, her defiance ...