The song "Closing Time" by Semi Sonic filtered through the overhead speakers dotted throughout the mall and the few customers who'd been browsing the racks of high end fashion made their way slowly out. It was 9pm and the mall was winding down for the day. Many of the stores had already closed and metal mesh gates covered their entrances like midieval chain mail. Because Renniger's didn't have its own exterior door, Fiona would have to walk alone through the silent and deserted mall when she left. If she was lucky, she would come across a security guard or a janitor, but otherwise, the place would be empty, like a tomb. Though she didn't believe in ghosts or anything and wasn't normally a scardy cat, being alone in the mall after hours, even if she wasn't really alone, unsettled her. Your footsteps had a way of echoing through the building and sounding like someone was behind you. When you turned to look, though, no one was there, and it was easy to imagine something creepy and supernatural going on.

In all fairness to her, this was a recent development. The mall in general and Renniger's in particular used to be her happy place, but ever since Ryan Uriel Malcolm had taken over as manager of Renniger's, the mall had become a very, very unhappy place indeed. Oh, she still loved it, and she loved her job, but it was…well, it was hard to explain. She wasn't as excited to come into work anymore, and when she was here, she lacked the passion and dedication that she used to have. She couldn't wait to get off and leave, and on her days off - which came fewer and farther between thanks to Ryan "Asshole" MalcDUMB - she tended to avoid the mall like the plague. She used to come in and hang out, shop, and eat at the food court.

Yes, the mall was once her happy place, but now, especially after today, it wasn't. It was something else entirely.

In fact, after what happened earlier, she thought that maybe she hated the mall.

And Renniger's.

That afternoon, Ryan showed up somewhat unexpectedly and sent her off to lunch after being a jerk to her, as per usual. When she got back, literally one minute late, he turned into a monster, and sank to a depth that even she didn't believe him capable of. He threatened to fire her and forced her to…well…do something that she didn't want to do. She should have quit and walked out, but she couldn't…for multiple reasons. The biggest and most important was this: She couldn't afford to. She was a high school grad with no college education and the only work experience she had was here at Renniger's. She had her own apartment to pay for and was not close with her family, so she couldn't rely on them for help if she found herself in a jam. She was the only person she could count on and that was pretty scary. It felt like being alone in the middle of a raging storm in the Atlantic…in nothing but a bath tub. She had never felt so vulnerable before. She was literally one missed pay check away from catastrophe. If she lost her jon without having another one to immediately step into, she was pretty well fucked.

She could not lose this job…at least not now. She was also afraid that if she didn't do what he wanted, he would do it to Leni. Leni Loud was her best friend and one of the sweetest people on the face of the earth. Fiona couldn't stand to think of something bad happening to Leni or of someone hurting her.

There were other reasons, but by and large, Fiona desperately needed this job and could not lose it.

It was because of that that Fiona let Ryan Uriel Malcolm sexually assault her in the office.

She didn't know much about the law or stuff. Would what he did even be considered sexual assault, or would it be just regular assault? Either way, he forced her to pull down her pants, bent over his knees, and let him smack her ass until she was sore and almost crying. He also made her sit on his lap and groped her chest. So yeah, the assault was most definitely sexual in nature. She was ashamed, humiliated, and filled with rage and hatred toward him. All he did after he was finished getting his sick kicks was smile with smug condescension and order her to go back to work. What choice did she have? She wanted to go home, bury her face in her pillow, and cry forever, but she needed this job, so bad to work she went, like nothing had happened. Her butt was so sore that it chafed against the soft, silky fabric of her underwear, and every step was so painful that she could hardly move.

The rest of the day was miserable. Her feet got sore and tired but she couldn't sit down because it hurt too much. She was also emotional and sick to her stomach from what happened. Every time Ryan came out of the office, she would tense up and her heart would begin to crash wildly and frantically against her ribcage like a small, frightened animal. She was sure that he would eventually come out, ask her to come back into the office, and then spank her again,

Or worse.

Much, much worse.

He never did, however, but Fiona never let her guard down. And she never would again. A line had been crossed and she would never be the same again, at least not at work and not around Ryan Malcolm.

For a little while in the afternoon, Leni came in to help out, and putting on a brave face for her friend and acting like nothing had happened was one of the hardest things she ever had to do. She didn't want her friend to worry about her, and she really, really didn't want anyone to ever know what had happened to her. She was too embarrassed. She had never understood before why women didn't report sexual assaults when they happened but now she totally got it. Just thinking of what happened in such blunt terms sent a chill through her. She had been trying to convince herself all afternoon that it wasn't as bad as she was making it out to be. He didn't rape her or anything. It was nothing, no big deal, not something to even worry about.

But it was.

She had always pegged him as a creep, but after today, there was no doubt.

You know what she needed to do?

Find a new job.

The economy was bad and a lot of businesses had closed down, so the job pool in the Royal Woods area was as shallow as the British royal family's gene pool, but there were jobs out there. She could bag groceries or work in an office. Something, anything to get away from the clutches of Ryan Uriel Malcolm.

Only she couldn't do just anything. She only knew retail and without a college degree, most office jobs were beyond her reach. What kind of crap is that? Seriously. 60 years ago, unmarried women with no college degrees could land an office job like that. Now suddenly you need an expensive degree and a shit load of student loan debt just to take dictation and fetch the boss a cup of coffee?

Thus was the modern world/ A fucking clown show. Beep, beep, honk the big red nose.

An even bigger reason to stay was Leni. She couldn't protect Leni and keep her safe from their ravenous, girl-eating wolf of a manager if she quit, now could she? And there was no way in heck that she was going to get Leni to give up her dream job. That meant that Fiona would just have to stay put for now.

She went back to that terrible, guilty moment that she took pleasure in Ryan squeezing and groping her breast. After the spanking, it felt good by comparison. She was shocked and revolted by that momentarily sensation and wondered if, on some deep level, she didn't want to stay.

Ugh, no way.

Not at all.

She had to stay.

Against her will, really.

A half hour ago, Ryan sent Leni home, saying she had "put in a good shift" despite only being there a couple hours. Fiona couldn't help feel a rush of jealousy; she had been there literally all day and had even let him spank her, where was her praise? What, no atta girl for her? When Leni was gone and it was just her and Ryan, however, that ceased to matter. A tight, steely band of panic closed around her chest and her stomach tangled itself in a Gorgian knot of anxiety. She realized only as she watched her friend walk out the door that she was all alone with the man who had…assaulted her earlier.

She hoped to God nothing else happened.

Please, just let her close up and get the eff out of here.

Closing Time continued to play, so faint here that Fiona could barely hear it. She recognized it from the softest strand, however, because the mall played it every single day to signify that the place was about to shut down. When you heard it, you knew to either make your way to an exit (if you were a customer) or to begin shutting down operations if you worked in one of the comparatively few stores that stayed open this late. Fiona had never heard that song once in her life before starting work here (it was from the eighties or something), but now she knew every word, and sometimes it was even playing in her head when she woke up for the day. There was once a time, which felt so long ago, that she would feel a little shade of disappointment when she heard that song, because it meant that she had to leave her dream job.

Today, however, she felt a rush of hope.

Oh, thank God, it was time to leave.

Fiona, stationed behind the cash register and trying to ignore the stinging pain in her butt, pushed away from the counter and hobbled over to the front window, hissing in pain with every step. She switched off the neon OPEN sign, then returned to the register and started to count the money in the till. She put it into a lockbox that was kept under the counter, then emptied the trash can behind the desk. There wasn't very much in it but it was part of the closing down ceremony and had to be done every single day. Next, she held her breath, crept silently past the closed office door, terrified that Ryan would hear her and pop out like a hungry trap door spider in the Outback, and went to the employee bathroom. She had already cleaned it several times today, but squirted some cleaner into the bowl. She hated walking into a bathroom and smelling anything but fresh cleanness.

Cleaning the bathroom used to be a slightly more involved and challenging task when Miguel still worked here, since he was kind of messy, but Ryan took care of Miguel early on. Fiona had a hunch, unfounded at first, that Ryan saw Miguel as potential competition, or at least a roadblock to his ultimate goal of perving on Leni and Fiona. A man might easily recognize another man's actions for what they were. Now, following the day's events, Fiona was one hundred percent certain that she had been right. He got rid of Miguel so that he wouldn't be a problem to his sick desires.

God, the more she thought about it, the more she came to hate that man.

When she was done in the bathroom, Fiona crept out, closed the door behind her as softly as she could (wincing and tensing when the latch clicked). She froze and listened, her heart pounding against her ribcage. No sound came from behind the office door. If she was lucky, Ryan had come to his senses, realized what a monster he was, and killed himself, and was even now slumped over his desk, dead and bloating. She doubted, however, that luck was on her side today. He was probably in there squeezing one of those hand workout thingies so that he could hit harder next time. Knowing her luck, he'd come out the office with a hand more jacked than Brock Lesner and kill her with one slap.

Making sure to be extra quiet, she tiptoed past the door and to the register like a cartoon cat burglar trying to avoid detection. She didn't know why she was doing this, she would have to see Ryan before she left anyway. Unless she just took off, leaving the store wide open. Knowing him, however, he would use that as an excuse to do something else to her, and right now, Fiona was terrified of making even the single smallest mistake and giving him a reason. At the register, she drew a deep sigh and looked around the store. There was nothing else to do but shut out the lights, lock the doors, and pull down the front gate. She had a key to the gate and could do all of those things but she absolutely had to have the authorization of the manager. Also she couldn't just shut him up inside.

For that reason, she had to go see Ryan.

Again, she took a deep breath and tried to get herself in a state of mental readiness to face Ryan again.

Luckily for her, or unluckily, depending on how you look at it, she didn't have tp face Ryan because he wound up facing her. The office door opened with a telltale squeak of hinges and Fiona's heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. A split second later, the man himself appeared around the corner. "There you are," he said curtly. "I need to see you in my office. Right now."

Fiona gulped around a lump in her throat.

This was it. She knew it, could feel it in her bones. He had something horrible in store for her. This wasn't just some normal employee review or a typical case of a manager needing to speak with one of his employees, oh no, this was something much different, something much darker.

Her already sore butt tensed slightly with dread anticipation and her knees turned to jelly. For a moment, she thought that she was going to topple over, but somehow, through it all, she managed to keep her composure. She opened her mouth to speak but her throat was suddenly very dry and her lips refused to form words. Ryan narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, perhaps mistaking her fright for defiance. "Now," he repeated, his voice dripping with menace.

Fiona swallowed dryly and followed him into the office on heavy feet, like a woman following her executioner to the death chamber. In the office, he stood by the door, tall and ramrod straight, seeming to tower over her. Was it just her warped perception or did he seem much, much taller than normal? Next to him, she felt like a child - a scared, vulnerable, defenseless little girl. She slipped by him, the back of her neck tingling in expectation of being grabbed, and he shut and locked the door. Fiona's heartbeat sped up. There was no reason for him to lock the door. He sat in his chair and motioned for her to sit as well, which she did, stiffly and uncomfortably.

"I've decided to put you on a probationary period," he said without preamble. "To see if your employment here will continue or not."

"Why?" Fiona asked, shocked.

"Because of your tardiness today," he said, "and other reasons."

Fiona started to ask what other reasons but stopped herself. If she argued and fought back, he might lose his temper, and if he lost his temper, there was no telling what he could do. He had proven already that he was a major creep who had no problem hurting defenseless girls and pushing himself on them. Why stop there? Why not smack one if she made him mad, or punch them in the face? Earlier he crossed a line and did something that she honestly did not expect from him, even thought she thought he was kind of a creep. Now there was no telling where or how far he would go.

Better to just be quiet and take it on the chin.

"Okay," she sighed, "what do I have to do?"

"Well, first, you must do everything I tell you. Without exception. Failure to do so will result in swift and immediate punishment. And the punishment will become more severe the more you fail to comply."

Fiona's already sore butt tingled.

She couldn't imagine what sort of terrible, severe punishments he might have in store.

"Of course, you can always refuse a punishment, but it will result in immediate termination."

Obviously.

"From now on, you're working the morning shift."

Ugh, Fiona was not a morning person.

"If you make it through this probationary period, you can keep your job, even if you make mistakes. You just have to accept the punishments."

Really? So it's come to this, has it?

Begrudgingly, Fiona accepted, even signing a contract to make it official (would this thing even hold up in a court of law?).

"Leni has the next two days off, so you have to cover. You are not to slack or slip for even a minute."

Fine.

Dick.

She turned to leave, and Ryan unexpectedly slapped her ass. Pain engulfed her, and she fell to her knees. The pain was so great that she couldn't even get back up. Ryan got up and helped her back to a standing position. "Alright," he said, "let's see how bad it is."

He forced her to bend over the desk and tugged down her pants and panties, revealing her red, blistered butt. He whistled. "Worse than I thought. You have really sensitive skin. Like a baby." He laughed mockingly. She heard him open a drawer and she bit down on her bottom lip to stifle the shame she felt at being exposed before him. "I have a numbing lotion that will help take care of the pain. I'll put it on."

Fiona's stomach lurched. "Uh…no, it's fine, really, I'm -"

"Shut up and let me help you. You should be grateful that I'm taking mercy on you despite being a bad employee."

Knowing that she had no choice but to let him do what he wanting, and hating herself for it, Fiona snapped her mouth closed and braced herself. When he touched her, she jumped at both the unwanted feeling of his hand and the coldness of the cream. He spread it across her butt, kneading and massaging her stinging skin like a baker preparing a batch of dough. After about thirty seconds, her butt did indeed begin to go numb. So numb that the pain faded away…but not numb enough that she couldn't feel him working her skin with his fingertips.

He wanted to take her right then and there, but he controlled himself. She was too willful, too headstrong, he wanted to break her down slowly.

As much as she hated to admit it the combo of the cream and his deft touch brought relief and even a little pleasure to Fiona. Her eyelids beegan to droop and she found herself dozing off. She was not aware of him spreading her butt cheeks and staring at her pussy and asshole, was too numb and tired to feel him tracing his finger around the rim of her anus.

Suddenly it stopped, and she opened her eyes with a little twinge of loss. "Alright," Ryan, I"m done. You can go."

Blushing furiously, Fiona pulled up her pants and hurried out of the office before he could change his mind.

On the way to her car, Fiona thought that she must do whatever he told her, not only to protect herself, but also to protect Leni.

Back in the mall, Ryan Malcolm returned the cream to the desk drawer. NUMBING, said the label, SLOW ACTING APHRODISAC. He smiled to himself.

He made his way out of the mall and through the darkened parking lot. His car was parked near the service road leading to the interstate. A figure sat patiently and ramrod straight in the passenger seat, waiting for him. The windows were tinted so no one could see inside. He walked up to the driver door, unlocked it, and slid into the seat. "Miss me?" he asked.

"I totes did," Leni Loud said.

She gave him a big smile, and his eyes crawled all over her naked body. Her shapely hips, her flat stomach, and her perfectly formed breasts.

Little did Fiona know, it was too late to save her friend. She had become Ryan's loyal sex slave shortly after he took over as manager.

And how easy it was.

Ryan Uriel Malcolm was a cold, calculating man, and figured out early out that Leni was…special. She was naive and sheltered, knowing very little about sex and boys because her parents sheltered her from the topic for fear that she would be taken advantage of or get pregnant. Ryan knew or strongly suspected all of this and decided to move in fast. One day while Fiona and Miguel were at lunch, Ryan called her into his office. She came and he closed the door. "I have a really big problem and only you can help me."

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's…well…it's an emergency. There's something wrong with me and I need someone to help me. Please, I might die."

Leni was horrified. She was a sweet girl with a caring disposition, and offered to do anything to help him.

He whipped out his dick and explained that his "thing" was standing up, and that if it didn't go back down again, he could have a heart attack. "Please help me, it hurts do bad."

"What do I have to do?" Leni asked, nonplaused.

What she wound up doing was kneeling between his legs and taking him into her warm, wet mouth. Running his fingers through her silky blonde hair, he guided her through her first blowjob. She bobbed her head slowly up and down, getting used to the feeling and taste of him in her mouth. "Faster," he said, "hurry, please."

She increased her speed until she was taking him to the back of her throat. When he came, she spat him out, coughed, and oozed long ribbons of cum from her pink lips. "That's better," he said. He smiled and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. "You're a good girl, Leni."

Leni beamed. "Glad I could help."

"Did you like it?" he asked.

She hesitated. "It…made me feel kind of funny in my tummy."

"There's one more thing I need help with."

"Okay," Leni smiled.

He bent her over the desk, hiked her dress up, and pulled her panties down to her knees. "Can you help me one more time?" he asked.

"Sure," she said. "This is kind of weird and stuff, but I don't want you to die."

"Do you want me to do this?" he asked.

She hesitated again. "Well…kind of."

Pressing one hand between her shoulder blade, pinning her in place, he sank himself into her. She let out a sharp hiss of pain as he broke her hyman and he winced at how hot and tight she was. Her wet walls rippled around his dick and her muscles squeezed against him with every thrust. She spread her legs wider and held onto the desk as he drilled her, her moans of pain turning into cries of pleasure.

When he was nearing his end, he pulled out and splattered her perfect heart-shaped ass with his seed.

"You're a very good girl," he panted.

It was easy to get Leni to do what he wanted, and it was just as easy to get her to keep what they were doing a secret. She told no one.

A very good girl indeed.

Back in the present, Leni laid her hand in his lap and Ryan cupped his hand around the back of her neck. He pulled her in and they kissed, their tongues hungrily massaging one another. She rubbed him through his pants and he kissed her neck. Pushing her away, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, en route to somewhere more private.

Ryan's family owned a cabin by a lake in the woods about thirty minutes outside of town. On the way there, he ordered Leni to call her parents and explain that she would be out of town for the next two days with friends, and she dutifully obeyed her master. Now, when he wasn't at the store, he would be at the cabin with Leni.

On the way up, Ryan and Leni talked about other potential candidates to be his "willing lovers," girls that he had seen and liked or who Leni knew and could perhaps help him convince to be with him. Leni mentioned her friends Jackie and Mandee, as well as her brother's girlfriend's cousin, Carlotta.

"Oh, by the way, I totes bought a cute swimsuit for swimming," she said and lidded her eyes, "and other things."

He laughed. "I can't wait to see it."

"Oh, and some other sexy stuff. You're gonna love it."

"I'm sure I will."

As soon as they got to the cabin, Ryan ordered Leni to put on the swin suit. She went into the bathroom and came out a few moments later, put one hand on her hip and smiled. "How does it look?"

Ryan admired her. It was a skimpy white two piece with straps across the stomach and a hallow metal heart between the bra cups. Ryan looked her up and down and his dick stiffened. He walked over to her and she melted into his arms, her body pressing lightly against his. He took her face in his hands and lightly brushed his thumbs along the ridge of her cheekbones. Despite what someone like Fiona might think about him, he wasn't a cruel, heartless bastard. In fact, he had a soft spot for Leni. She was his favorite. "You look beautiful," he said.

She pushed up on her tippy toes and they kissed, their tongues gently exploring the insides of eahc other's mouths. They made their way into the bedroom and Ryan laid her on the bed. He was always on top, always needed to be in control. Leni spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist as he kissed her. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and then trailed kisses down the curve of her throat, the sweet smell of her hair and the salty taste of her skin driving him mad with desire.

He slipped the straps of her bikini top down her shoulders and freed her sizable breasts. Her nipples were pink and stiff, and he licked them like a hungry dog. She let out muffled moans of pleasure as he peppered kisses across her chest and stomach. He undid the loose knots keeping her bottoms in place and pulled it off. Like her nipples, her pussy was pink, like a flower. She helped him out of his panrs and he sank himself into her. She arched her back off the bed and let out a sigh, taking him to the hilt. He pinned her wrists above her head and started to fuck her, going slow at first to loosen her up a little; she was always so tight that it was like taking her virginity every single time.

Going faster, he slammed into her, making her shake, quiver, and moan. He soon flipped her onto her stomach and she raised her sweet little ass into the air, wiggling it playfully from side to side and begging to be fucked. He gripped her hips roughly in his hands and began to pound her out, his balls slapping her clip and her face burying in the pillow. Occasionally as he rutted her, he slapped her ass, but not as hard as he had done with Fiona. He liked to be rough with Leni but he actually cared if he hurt her.

Next, he had her kneel in front of him and fucked her mouth, his head prodding the back of her throat. She took it like a champ and even asked for more. After that, he had her lay on the back with her head over the side and fucked her silly. The rush of blood to her head made her dizzy and loopy, and she came for the first time that night, her body clamping down around him.

After that, he fucked her in the ass. She knelt on her hands and knees and clawed at the blanket as he slowly thrust back and forth, her face twisting and controting in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She bowed her head, her sweaty and tangled hair veiling her face, and gritted her teeth against the sensation. Taking mercy on her, Ryan rubbed her clit as he fucked her ass, and that allievated some of the pain.

When he felt that she had had enough, he pulled out and fucked her pussy again, drilling her so hard that she collapsed face first into the pillow and couldn't move. He finally came inside of her, pumping her womb full of hot cum, then turned her onto her face, squatted over her, and fucked her mouth again. He grabbed a handful of her hair and gave it a firm but gentle yank. In moments, he came again, filling her mouth.

He had just enough gas left in the tank for one more round. She was too weak to get onto her hands and knees, so he grabbed her ankles and held her legs up in a V. Pressing his dick to her asshole from the front, he grunted and strained until he squeezed in. Leni's eyes rolled back into her head and she bit her bottom lip as he pounded her. Finally, he felt himself starting to cum again. Part of him wanted to pull out and cum on her face, but instead, he stayed the course and nutted in her ass. Now she was oozing cum from all three holes, and she had never been more beautiful to Ryan than she was right then and there.

Done, he stretched out beside her and gave her a minute to rest. "Now make me something to eat," he said, "I'm hungry."

While she went off to do that, he thought about Fiona.

Soon, he thought.

Soon.