Trapped in the Mall of Imagination.

"Well, that movie was absolutely shite!" exclaimed Valerie as the group left the cinema.
"We did warn you it was only based on the book of the same name," teased Debbie as she snuggled into Fred's arm.
"Erm, you guys notice anything weird?" asked Sean as they left the now abandoned cinema and headed out into the food court of the mall.
"Where is everyone?" asked Scraps looking around.
The group stood in the center of the food court and looked around. The mall was completely deserted. It wasn't closed, as tables still sat with trays of food and drinks on them as well as many of the stores being unlocked and un-shuttered.
"This is weird," huffed Tessa, "and I know weird!"
She fiddled with her phone but there was no signal.
No one else's phone had signal either.
The lights were dimmed but not off and the smell of food cooking could still be smelled.
"Something smells burnt," commented Fred, screwing up his nose.
"Uh Oh!" exclaimed Scraps, "Look!" All of the appliances in the food court were still on.
The group rushed from restaurant to restaurant turning off cookers and machinery as they went, searching for the burning smell. Finally, they found it, at the last place they investigated.
"Typical," snorted Valerie as she flicked a switch on a waffle iron, "Mr bloody Coffee, burning waffles since 1996!"
"Ok, so we're certain that this place is deserted or abandoned. I wonder why?" asked Debbie flatly.
"Zombies," whispered Scraps.
Everyone turned to look at her.
"What? It could happen! Resident evil style," Fred protested in Scraps's defence.
"And we're, like, all ok and trapped in the Mall?" queried Sean.
Scraps shrugged as they began to explore again.
"I'm going with a bomb threat and evacuation," said Valerie as she grabbed a hotdog from a nearby table.
"Aliens," Fred voiced his theory.
Debbie sunk her elbow deep into his ribs, winding him.
"Donkey," she grunted as she walked off and left him doubled over.
"Still could be aliens," he coughed behind her.
"Listen," said Tessa as she stopped moving.
"What?" said Valerie.
"That's the point! No alarms, no sirens, no government emergency broadcast. It's like everyone just up and left. I can't hear anything except the crappy music all these stores play all day!"
"Triffids," laughed Tessa suddenly, "Delivered by the aliens who have turned everyone into mindless zombies."
Everyone stopped and stared at Tessa as she giggled herself into a heap on the floor.
"Yeah, no Tessa. I'm not buying that," said Debbie.
"Yeah," agreed Sean and Scraps together.
"Fair enough," sighed Tessa getting to her feet, "Whatever the reason, there's no sign of anything. Let's just get the bus and go home and ponder this tomorrow."
The group sauntered down the escalator and towards the door to the bus depot only to find the doors locked.
"Ok, everything is abandoned in here, but they locked the doors!" said Fred.
"Maybe it's to keep something in!" joked Valerie.

Suddenly a loud sound and a bang startled the group causing them all to jump.
"What the fuck was that!" exclaimed Debbie.
"I dunno, but I don't like this. Let's try the car park doors and the other exits." Suggested Tessa, a small waver in her voice indicating her fear.
"Let's arm up first?" suggested Sean, nodding towards the camping store.
Everyone nodded in agreement and headed into the camping store.
They re-emerged all armed and ready to face whatever was in the mall with them.
Sean had chosen a hockey stick from the neighbouring sports store along with a backpack full of supplies and a torch he had attached to his belt.
Fred also had a backpack with supplied, which for some reason seemed to include instant coffee sachets which he was swallowing dry for the added buzz. Around his waist, he had a torch and a climbing pick. Debbie was close behind him armed with a rubber camping mallet and a can of pepper spray.
Valerie exited from a nearby gift store, armed to the nines with a bat, a machete, a large hunting knife in her belt and a massive white teddy bear.
"Decoy," she confirmed at every ones quizzical looks.
Scraps was geared with a camouflage outfit, a camping knife strapped to his ankle, a small bag of supplies, a torch swung from his collar and he was wielding a baseball bat in his mouth.
Tessa appeared from within the poorly lit store last. She appeared to only have a backpack, a torch and a new pair of hiking boots.
The group regarded her with distain.
"What?" she shrugged, "Those damn heels were killing me! They aren't zombie/monster hunting gear!"
"It's not a monster, there's got to be a logical explanation for all of this," stated Debbie rationally.
Just then another sound echoed through the empty mall, causing them all to shudder.
"Zoinks," gulped Sean.
"Jinkies," yelped Tessa.
Fred and Scraps giggled as Tessa did her best Velma impression.

The group pressed on, searching in every store on their tour of the abandoned mall to find the cause of all the strange and frightening noises.
"We could totally loot this place!" commented Valerie as they passed the Apple store.
Everyone nodded in agreement, but no one made a move to do anything except find a way out and possibly the source of the sounds, if they happened to come across it.
After several stores and a few more scary sounds more Tessa had a suggestion.
"Let's tell a round robin,"
"A what?"
"A round robin. One person starts off the story and then each of us adds a bit on until we have a complete story. It'll help keep our obviously over active imaginations busy while we find a way out, or someone comes to let us out!"
"Ok, sounds like a good idea Tessa," agreed Scraps.
"You start it, it's your idea," prodded Sean.
"Ok," said Tessa taking a deep breath as they neared the car park level.

It was a dark and stormy night in the kingdom of Tristvale. The brave knight Sir Wishedhehad and his gallant steed, Dickswoggle traipsed the rocky pass towards the twisted tower where the evil witch Albegain had taken the captured Princess Easypass. Bravely they had ventured through the dark forest of Costalan and onwards through the mountains of Cineplex to reach the twisted tower but saving the Princess wasn't going to be as straight forward as it seemed because....
"Fred, it's your turn now," nudged Tessa.

Because the pass was inhabited by the zombie gnomes of Witheredcrotch. One bite from their necrotic saliva would render a man helpless in a matter of minutes as the saliva broke down cells and tissue, rotting him from within. Dickswoggle reared up as one of the pint-sized villains approached. Fearlessly Sir Wishedhehad jumped off his horse and began swinging his mighty sword. Left and right the tiny terrors were being beheaded. Gnome blood and guts began to decorate the rocky walls of the pass as the air became thick with the noxious scent of a hundred or more dead gnomes. Dickswoggle kicked and bucked as another wave of gnomes charged the pair, but his iron clad hooves were no match for their squishy, breakable forms and the second wave also fell at their might. Onwards the pair plunged into the pass, battling more gnomes as they pounced from crevasses in the rocks. Then suddenly...
"Hey Valerie, your turn," beamed Fred passing her an energy bar.

"Then suddenly a terrifying sound assaulted their ears, causing them to cover them. Footsteps could be heard coming closer and closer, punctuated by the terrible sound and heavy breathing," Valerie began to describe.

The group were now in the multi story car park area of the mall. There were only a couple of cars on this level, the other bays were all deserted. As they crept out into the open space they heard a sound. It started off as a low rumbling, growling sound that quickly got louder and became more of a roar. The terrified gang turned tail and bolted back to the safety of the mall's internal structure. Back on the shopping concourse they all looked at each other.
"What the fuck was that?" exclaimed Fred.
"I've never heard a zombie make that sound," whispered Debbie.
"Or an alien," added Tessa.
"Fuck what it was!," huffed Valerie, "bloody thing interrupted my part of the sodding story!"
Everyone giggled a little and the tension seemed to calm a little.
"Seriously though, what was that?" asked Debbie, peeking through the glass of the door to the car park.
Everyone shrugged but mutually decided that they couldn't get out via the car park.
The trudged back into the main shopping area of the mall.
"Ohhhh, an arcade," squealed Tessa as she bolted for the nearest DDR machine.
"Oh God!" grunted Debbie, "we've lost her."
The group sauntered into the arcade and sat down at the various machines next to the DDR machine as Tessa began working on her best score for "Word Up" by Cameo.
As she danced she turned her back to the machine for a moment to address Valerie.
"Still your turn," she smiled before turning back to the screen, never missing a beat.
"Alright, keep your hair on," laughed Valerie as she returned to her train of though.

A massive creature that looked like it was part horse, part octopus came stampeding down the pass straight for Sir Wishedhehad and Dickswoggle. Sir Wishedhehad grabbed onto the horse's mane as he began to run past, and he hoisted himself back up onto Dickswoggle's back as they thundered onwards towards the tower and the Princess. The massive lumbering beast snarled and snapped behind them, but they pressed onwards, kicking a few more zombie gnomes as they cleared the last of the pass.
The massive creature had slowed down, suddenly being closed in on by a band of newly trampled and kicked gnomes. Its wails of anguish could be heard for miles as slowly and completely it was surrounded, swarmed and eaten by the multiple waves of zombie gnomes who had failed to take down Sir Wishedhehad.
Now the tower was within sight, but...

"Sean, it's your turn, in Scoob's place." grinned Valerie, passing him a chocolate bar.
They were now all back outside the cinema and settled on the benches on the walkway. Faint rumblings from the direction of the car park was still unsettling but behind so many doors it was less of a worry than before. They all grabbed a snack bar and happily started to munch as Scraps began his part.

Now the tower was within sight, but how were they going to rescue the Princess Easypass once they got there? How many guards were there, was the evil witch there too? Dickswoggle gathered pace and they sped off towards the tower.
Meanwhile the Princess Easypass was finding interesting ways to pass the time until her rescue. Stroking the riding crop over the silk sheet on the bed she paced the floor in her stilettos and lace underwear.

Tessa choked on a chocolate covered raisin.
"Wait, what?"
"Shhh, I'm injecting a little kink into this thing, spicing it up a little."
"Ok, my bad," conceded Tessa, clearing her throat.

Princess Easypass set the riding crop down on the bed as she lay down and inserted her kegal balls, causing her to moan and stroke her own breasts. She lay there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the silicone covered weights inside her. She could feel herself growing warm and damp as she stood back up and began to pace again, this time stamping her heels a little with each step, which made her sigh a little with each jolt it gave inside her.
Princess Easypass sauntered to the window of the tower and looked down, there she saw a brave knight on a brilliant white steed speeding towards the tower. Her heart gave a flutter at the thought of having such a valiant and pure soul enter the tower to save her but her moment of delight quickly passed as she looked up at the darkening sky, revealing a full moon sliding silently out from behind a cloud.
"No," she screamed from the tower, waving her arms in warning, "turn back, the witch is returning, it's not safe for you here!"
Sadly her pleas were not heard due to the dying monster in the background. Sir Wishedhehad waved back to the Princess, acknowledging her greeting.
She sighed as she watched the moon slide out from behind the clouds and continue to rise in the, now, night sky.
"The witch will return soon," she said sadly, returning to the bed and sitting down on the edge. She picked up the riding crop and swatted at the cool night air.

"You're up Fred, we need a twist for the ending," beamed Valerie.
"Well, you've paved the way well for me!" sighed Fred.
"Better make it quick," suggested Debbie, pointing at the glass roof of the mall that was now beginning to show daylight, "Hopefully someone will let us out soon."
"No pressure then!" joked Fred.

Sir Wishedhehad reached the bottom of the tower to find the door ajar. An evil cackle could be heard from the room above followed by a sharp snapping sound followed by screams. Urgently Sir Wishedhehad bounded up the stairs to the tower room to save the Princess and return her to the King to claim his reward, a seat at the table of knights of the realm. To be a knight of the realm is the highest honour a knight can obtain.
As he took the rickety, stone steps, two at a time he became increasingly aware of a strange scent. It was a musky scent with a hint of sweetness. Being a virgin, Sir Wishedhehad had no idea it was the scent of a woman's arousal.
He reached the top step and broke the door down. Wood splintered everywhere and as the dust settled he took a step into the room.
Clearing his throat he began to speak.
"I am Sir Wishedhehad, I have come to rescue the Princess Easypass from the evil witch Albegain," he proclaimed proudly.
As the dust completely settled and the room fell silent he was greeted with the semi naked form of the Princess. Welts from the ridding crop she still held in her hand, criss-crossed her body. She looked at him with wide eyes, slowly filling with tears.
"Princess, we must leave now before the witch returns," he said taking her hand and pulling her off of the bed.
"You're too late," she whispered, "She's already here and now neither of us can leave."
Sir Wishedhehad was confused, there were only the two of them in the small tower room when the dust had settled. Just before he could think any further he felt a weight come down on the back of his head, ushering him into darkness.
When he came to he was stripped of his armor and tied to the bed. His arms and legs bound tightly to the bed frame with heavy silken ropes. The sharp sting of the riding crop cracked against his thigh, causing him to jump and instantly snap awake. The Princess was standing over him wielding the crop, but her face looked harder and older somehow.
"Princess," began the knight.
Crack, another snap of the crop against his thigh.
"Speak when you are spoken to," she snapped at him, "and you will refer to me as Mistress Albegain."
None of this made sense to poor Sir Wishedhehad, he had been sent to rescue the Princess from the witch, but the witch appeared to be the Princess. It all swirled in his head and confused him. What was going on? And what was this strange warm feeling he got each time the leather crop bit into his skin. He looked down to survey the damage and shamefully looked away when he realised how erect and naked he was before her.
Albegain had seen him blush in shame and used the crop to turn his head towards her.
"Oh no my pretty, you're not getting out of this without a little shame." She cackled as she grabbed his hard cock in her hand and began to pump it up and down roughly. The tip was wet and as she pumped him harder beads began to form faster and faster on the crown.
"All good knights lose their virtue sooner or later," she taunted, leaning forward and tasting him with the tip of her tongue.
Sir Wishedhehad was torn, his vow as a knight meant he was supposed to save himself from all temptations until his wedding night, but the way Albegain was twisting her tongue around his manhood was driving him crazy. He felt wave upon wave of pleasure washing over him as she continued to pump him by hand and occasionally stop and lick and suck at his hard member.
The riding crop bit him again as he tried to look away.
"You will look at me as I take your virtue dear Knight. Your reward for coming to save a Princess who was already lost to the ways of lust."
Albegain raised herself up onto the bed and thrust herself sharply downwards onto Sir Wishedhehad's hard and waiting shaft. He couldn't hold back any longer as she thrust herself up and down sharply upon him. After only a few thrusts more he erupted inside of her, emptying his seed. The orgasm that hit him was that powerful he blacked out.
And so began the corruption of Sir Wishedhehad the black knight of kink.

Fred finished the story there; the others were all say with their mouths open.
"That was awesome," grinned Valerie.
"We should write this down," agreed Debbie.
"If we ever get out of here alive!" pouted Tessa "I miss my bed!"
They all yawned in agreement.
They were about to stand up and look for a possible exit again when the tannoy in the mall began to talk.
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen for your patience, the mall is once again open after it's night closure for the filming of Son of Godzilla in the upper multi story car park."
The typical mall background music began to play and people began to fill the mall once again.
The group stood and made their way quickly towards the exit, leaving the items they had borrowed from the various stores, except for Tessa who quickly returned to the camping store to leave some notes to cover the cost of her boot.
Debbie shook her head at her.
"What? Those heels were killing me," she offered in defense.
"Like, who wears heels to a movie?" asked Sean.
"I don't get out much ok?"
"Think we've all had enough adventure for a while," laughed Fred as they left the mall and headed for the train station and a long-earned sleep.

The End.