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(MF, huml, rp, nc, voy) *** Author note: This story should not be read by minors or anyone else who doesn't like the idea of rape, forced fondling, public humiliation etc. To anyone who knows Toronto, please excuse the artistic license I have employed to make the story more realistic. Don't flame me if you don't like my style or the content. I'm still virtually a virgin at this writing lark. *** "Meet me in Horizons, for a drink, at eight, is that OK? We'll go to the 360 for Dinner after, if that's ok with you?" "Err... well, err, yes of course." Why did Lawrence always have to spring these sort of things on me. Here I was, standing in my hallway, soaking wet and wrapped in a very immodest towel, and he was casually asking me out to eat in one of the most interesting restaurants that Toronto has to offer. I didn't even know he was in town. "You know where it I? Its 301 Front..." "I know Lawrence." I laughed. "I've lived here all my life remember." Which is more than he had, he only got to come here every couple of weeks or so, when he visited his regional offices. 'Collecting Pelts' he called it. I'm still not sure what he did, but he had luxurious offices on Front Street, and they cost more than a couple of loonies. So he must be fairly wealthy. "Right Beth, see you there then. Bye" "Bye Lawrence," I said wistfully as I placed the receiver thoughtfully on its cradle. I'd only met him a couple of months before, but already I knew there was a spark between us. Some mysterious sexual chemistry was at work here and I was loving it. Yes and I was beginning to love him too. There was only one small doubt lurking in the darkest recesses of my mind, one tiny grey cloud, that flitted out of my grasp whenever I tried to seize on it and explore its ramifications. It wasn't the sort of thing I could put my finger on but... I shook my head, to banish the thought. Live and be happy. That's the way. Take each day a step at a time. Like I had to do when Mark had walked, or, to be more exact, stormed, out of my life six months ago. It took me weeks to come out of the empty stupor that surrounded me, like a white mist. My misery ebbing and flowing as I thought about the way things might have been. Then I met Lawrence. My old Pinto had finally expired on the Gardiner Expressway and I guess I was doing my world famous impersonation of a damsel in distress, and he played the white knight to perfection. Granted that he wasn't riding a white stallion, but in this day and age a stretch Lincoln Continental tends to do just as well. To say he swept me off my feet would be an understatement. From that point on it was all luxury restaurants and silk sheets in his penthouse apartment. Even my poor little Pinto got a facelift and purred sweetly when his chauffeur delivered it back to my apartment with all the pomp and ceremony of a visiting Royal. I glanced idly at myself in the hall mirror. I was reasonably attractive, even if my nose was a little on the large side and my mouth was a bit wide. I had huge blue eyes, the only lasting legacy from my daddy who ran off, with a rock and roll band as it happens, even before I was old enough to climb unaided onto his knee. My straw blond hair I picked up from my mother, from whom I also shared the propensity towards small breasts, with extraordinarily large nipples. I was painfully embarrassed about them because they had a habit of erecting suddenly - in response to the slightest stimuli - and forcing my blouse out like coat hooks. Where I got the rest of my figure from, who knows? I smoothed the towel down over my hips and swivelled my body sideways to study my profile. 'Not bad, maybe a little plump around the butt, but not too bad at all, overall.' I thought, as I critically appraised myself. I looked at my watch. "Damn!" I exclaimed aloud. It was 7 o clock. I'd better get a move on. *** The Taxi dropped me off at 7:45. It was a warm, august night and I was wearing my Black Dress. Not the 'Coco Chanel Black Dress', but a pretty good facsimile of it. I wanted to knock his eyes out tonight. I was in need of some old fashioned good loving and I'd learned enough in my twenty two years to understand something about what makes a man tick. A mini-dress that cut off half way up my thighs was a pretty good start, especially as I was wearing no pantyhose, just a pair of rather brief, black, satin and lace panties and a pair of nylons, supported by a lace garter belt. Put together with my low cut black lace bra, it announced that I was taking no prisoners tonight. Already I was feeling that familiar itch, deep down in my crotch, as I thought about what we'd be getting up to later that night. "That'll be twenty seven dollars lady." "Sorry what?" "Twenty seven dollars." "Oh yes, right. Sorry I was miles away." I fumbled in my purse and realised with a shock that I only had thirty dollars on me. I handed them over and he made a great play of trying to sort out my change. I understood what he was trying to tell me. "Err, keep the change." "Thanks Lady. Have a good night." I could have sworn he leered, but before I could say anything he pulled out into the traffic and was gone. I looked up at the CN tower, still the largest building in the world, or so the City Fathers boasted. To be quite honest I'd never really took much notice of it before. It was just there, if you know what I mean, a landmark and something to get your bearings on if you ever became lost. But that's all. I sure as hell couldn't afford to eat there, not on my earnings from the Diner. Anyway when's the last time you saw a student in the revolving restaurant, especially a final year student whose savings have long been exhausted. I made my way to the elevator then remembered, with a start, what one of the big attractions of the elevator was. The glass bottom! Any casual observer could stand there and see straight up my dress, catching a glimpse of the adornments that were for the private viewing pleasure of one man, and one man only. I just hoped none of those loathsome creeps with their boot cameras weren't around, taking 'candid' shots up the skirts of any, unsuspecting, female, for the mutual titillation of a group of nerds on the internet. I'd seen them in the computer rooms at college, uploaded images of local girls and getting pictures back of other hapless girls world-wide. It made me feel slightly nauseous to think about it, to think that pictures of me might be sitting on some website tomorrow to provide jerk off material for a bunch of spotty no hopers. Lost in thought I made my way to the elevator doors. "Where to ma'am?" The man asked. "Sorry?" "Where are you going to ma'am?" "Horizons." "That'll be twelve dollars ma'am," he held out his hand expectantly. Oh god this was so embarrassing. I'd just spent the last of my money. I thought of Lawrence sitting up there waiting for me and I had no way of contacting him, he left his mobile at his office when we went out together. "Can you just let me on. My... err... boyfriend is up there and I'm sure he'll settle with you." He shook his head. "Sorry Ma'am." I felt like crying and I had to bite my lip to stop it from trembling. "Please." He shook his head, more emphatically this time. Just then this really smartly dressed man stepped up. He was a bit too flashy and overpowering for me, but he looked friendly enough. "Problems Kenny?" "Yes Mr. Lasioni, this lady wants to go to Horizons and she can't pay." The man turned to me and flashed me an Italianate smile, all false cheer and gold teeth. "Well, we'll see what we can do about that. Can't have a little lady in distress can we?" My skin was starting to crawl now, but I forced myself to smile sweetly. "That would be most kind. I'm sure my boyfriend will repay you when I get up there." "Oh I'm sure I'll be repaid," he said, enigmatically. He handed over the money and escorted me into the elevator, then beckoned to two guys that were leaning against a nearby pillar. He held the door open until they'd got in, while I backed towards the curved, glass, front of the elevator. The elevator started ascending virtually as soon as the doors closed and I was rather taken aback to see the city laid out at my feet. It gave me a completely new perspective on the place where I grew up. I was so engrossed in trying to pick out familiar landmarks, from this hitherto unfamiliar vantage point, that I failed to notice the men moving in on me. The two Gorillas that had got on last grabbed my arms and spun me round to face the bulky Italian. "It's payback time," he said and pressed the stop button. The elevator halted its ascent and, for a brief moment, we stared at each other. I could see him appraising my body, the long sweeping looks that went from the tip of my toes to the crown of my head told me that he was mentally undressing me. My heart was thumping like a trip hammer and I had to draw on hidden reserves to stop myself from squeaking in fear. "Make them let go please," I said, in a high schoolgirl voice. He shook his head and laughed. "Oh no. Not before I'm paid back." He left me in no doubt as to what the preferred payment would be. "I'll scream!" He shrugged. "Do it! Who can hear you?" Before I could reply he moved forward, crowding into my personal space and overpowering me with his sickly aftershave. His hand reached out and cupped my breasts. "Nice titties. A bit small but nice anyway." I tried to kick him, but his henchmen jammed their feet between mine and pulled my legs apart. He wagged his finger in my face. "Naughty, naughty. That's not the way to behave when a gentleman is paying you a compliment." "I don't want compliments from you. I just want you to let me go." I spat, fear turning my stomach upside down. "I told you before that I'd let you go, but only after you've paid me back what you owe me." He again reached forward and grabbed my breasts, squeezing and moulding them like he was trying to extract juice from an orange. I squirmed this way and that to avoid his wandering hands, but his unsmiling henchmen held me rigidly in place. He drew his fingers into cones and concentrated on my nipples. Which betrayed me! Like they always did. They might as well be twin beacons saying "Beth is on heat. Come and Fuck her!". Worst of all, the embers of the tickle between my legs was being fanned into the itching, licking, flame of arousal. "Nice nips." He said admiringly. He said something to his cronies in, what I assumed was, Italian and they allowed their granite faces to crack slightly into a smile. He looked into my eyes and said, matter-of-factly. "May as well see what's hidden under dress number 1." And with no preamble or courtesy, his hand plunged under the hem of my dress. I could feel his hairy hand on the inside of my thighs, making its way up towards my secrets. "No!" I croaked. "Please don't!" He ignored me and I felt his finger extend and start to rub the gusset of my panties. The ones that cost me nearly two days worth of tips to buy. The ones that were only to be dampened in response to my boyfriend's caresses, not some ape I'd only just met. I wished the floor of the elevator could have cracked and plunged us all down to our deaths, rather than go through this. This was obscene. I squirmed. He delved and the Rockapes held me, effortlessly, tight. I don't know what other women would have done in that position. Screamed? Fought them? Whatever? What did I do? I got wet! It was a losing battle. I was already switched on mentally to the thought of a good old fashioned, headboard banging, fuck tonight and these guys had just brought the agenda forward by a few hours. He sawed away between my, involuntarily, parted thighs like he was trying to wear a hole in my panties and I stood there shaking in fear, revulsion and the first faint stirrings of overwhelming lust. "Aaah! Stop, pleeease, ooh. No, no moooore!" I desperately tried to garner my mental resources to proclaim, in a voice loud and true, that I didn't want any more. Leave me alone. Stop doing that. But somewhere between my brain and my mouth it met the express train of my lust and it was reduced to a flattened, pathetic, series of whimpers as my arousal took flight. "You're getting wet!" He stated as if he was describing the weather. "Ah, Ah. Fuck yooooou," I breathed as his finger continued to work its unwelcome magic on me. "Good girl," he smiled. "That's just what I intend to do." Before I knew what was happening he pulled open the fly of his pants and extracted his tool. He stroked it for a moment and I watched in morbid fascination as it grew to steel hardness. He wasn't overly large, but in my limited experience it looked like it could wreak a fair amount of damage up inside me. He nodded to the men and they pulled my legs further apart and hiked my dress up over my hips. Now I stood, straddled wantonly, my panties clinging damply to my crotch as he pushed the tip of his tool towards me. "No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Wide eyed in terror I watched him pull my panties to one side and line the purple, visibly throbbing, head up with my hole. He grabbed my face with both hands and made me stare into his eyes as he shuffled his hips in order to provide the easiest penetration. Then with one, almost superhuman, lunge he was inside me. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out apart from a gasp that drew the warm air into the deepest recesses of my lungs. He was now hard at work, hammering his prick deeper and deeper inside me trying to impale me fully with his spear. His hands were grasping my hips, drawing me onto his manhood as he thrust deeply inside my tender hole. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I shouted as he repeatedly bashed me against the side of the elevator with his wildly pistoning hips. I could feel my insides start to melt under the barrage and my resolve dissolved as he fanned the flames of my desire. "F-F-F-Fuckerrrrr!" I grunted in time to his thrusts. I swear I've never hated anyone quite so much as I did him in those few frenetic minutes as he started to work me towards my most amazing cum ever. Second on my hate list was myself. I was getting off on it. A public, humiliating and violent rape and I was getting so hot I sizzled. He lifted me up by the back of my thighs, so my legs dangled either side of him, my back pressed hard against the back of the elevator. And still he hammered me. I felt the hands holding my arms relax and I brought my hands up and rested them on his shoulders. And the beat went on! Dimly I was aware of movement. One of them had pressed the start button and we were falling swiftly, the town rising up beneath my dangling legs as he rammed me into orgasm. I could feel his balls tightening and dropping on my thighs as he prepared to ejaculate into me. I was too far gone to care that he was about to burst his dam inside me, flooding me with his juices. "Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" I shouted. Head tilted back, legs kicking wildly, my thighs trying to draw him in as my orgasm took root and I prepared to fly. "Aaaaaaaaaah!" It burst full upon me as he started to pump wads of cream inside my quivering twat. Wave after wave of crashing, scintillating pleasure radiated out from my cunt as my release finally hit me. I swear I must have stopped breathing with the intensity of my cum, my whole body wrapped tightly around his as he continued to spurt. Finally it was over and I was just coming down as the doors slid open and I found myself face to face with two elegant middle aged couples in Evening Dress. Before I could speak the Lasione creep, whose leavings were trickling down the inside of my thigh, remarked casually. "Nice fuck. Worth $12 of anyone's money. Thanks Babe." They hustled me out of the Elevator and I stood there in shame as the looks of contempt from the middle aged couples washed over me in waves of burning humiliation. Fortunately the doors closed and I was just left with the smirking face of Kenny and the retreating backs of the Italian and his two Gorillas. I turned to Kenny and tried to keep my voice calm as I said. "Could I go up to Horizons now please?" He shook his head. "That'll be twelve dollars please." "But... I have just... err... paid you," I stuttered. "Sorry. That was for the trip. It's $12 per trip so if you want to travel on it again, then you'll have to pay again. That's the rules." "But...but..." He looked around and almost whispered to me, conspiratorially. "There is another way." He tilted his head down towards his crotch, which was hidden behind his desk. I thought about Lawrence waiting for me up there and I knew I had no choice if I didn't want him to think I wasn't coming. I just hoped I wouldn't ruin my stockings as I shuffled under the desk and pulled down his zipper... END Ladies wanna work with me? Writing up your fantasies. Email me at Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 68