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A Story for my muse, Dainie. It is copyright (c) 1998 by
me Spoonbender. It May be distributed freely as long as
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Paying For The Ride
by Spoonbender <Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk>
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A woman needs help and thinks she's getting some, only
to find out that help has a price, one she might not be
willing to pay. (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
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