I was that afternoon at the local mall, having some nice diamond pieces between my fingers at the jewelry shop. I could not decide what to buy…Suddenly four strong hands lifted me in the air and dragged me into an office, before I could open my mouth to scream for help.Two giant security guards had attacked me. They locked the door behind them and made me stand in the middle of the room.

They were both black men, hard bodies, muscular and even handsome…

I started to be scared, thinking those men were going to fuck me inside that room and nobody could help me…

“Get against the wall, bitch” The older guard ordered me. The look on his face was so cruel and hard that I had to turn away from his gaze.

“Why?” I pleaded, trying to be defiant to both men.

“We’re going to search you, bitch” He just grunted. “That’s why…”

“You can’t do that… And stop calling me a bitch” I protested.

“Looks like we got a tough bitch here, man”

The older guard grunted looking at his younger mate.

“Let’s show her how we treat a slutty married white wife here”

Then the young black man grabbed my wrist and twisted it very hard. The next thing I knew was that I was right with my face against the cold wall.

He made me spread my arms and my legs wide apart so that I leant against the wall with my palms flat out.

I struggled to get away him from me, but he slammed me against the wall. “You just stay calm until we’re finished with you, bitch. We saw you take all that stuff and now we are going to search you and find it.”

“Try anything and I will scream” I told him in a defiant tone.

“You can scream all you want, bitch. No one will hear you…” The older man said, as he was putting a pair of latex gloves in his hands…

The young man put one hand inside my pants from behind. I could feel his fingers reaching my vulva and touch it over my thong.

Suddenly he moved closer and I could feel his hard crotch pressing against my ass. I turned my head over my shoulder and saw the cruel smile on his face. Then I noticed the older guy was sitting at the desk. He had my purse emptied on the table.

“The slut is married…” He whispered, as he searched my wallet.

Then he laughed saying:

“Look what we have right here in the lady’s purse…”

And he showed his mate a nice diamond ring shining under the lights.

“No… this is not mine” I cried, looking at that ring.

“Of course, bitch… you were trying to steal it from our shop…” He said.

He approached to me, showing the diamond ring in his fingers.

“Sorry, bitch, but we have to report you to the police…”

“Unless you want to be nice to us…” The other guy suggested.