Elevator

She stood quietly waiting for the elevator, it was a normal day, in her normal life. It was unbeknown to her how much the events of the next five minutes would have on her quiet normal life. The elevator doors opened, there was a guy stood in the corner, she half heartedly looked him over, he was average, not attractive, not ugly, just unnoticeable and average. She tried not to notice his eyes scanning her figure, she ignored the slight smile he gave as his gaze came level with her eyes. Instead she stepped into the elevator and turned around to face the control panel, pressed the button for her floor and waited, and waited.

The soft middle American female voice warned her that the doors were about to close, she felt the spike of annoyance dig into her ribs, the spike that she felt every time she heard that voice. She thought that if she ever met the owner of that voice she would probably kill her, having spent, what felt like half of her life waiting for her to shut up so she could get herself into her apartment and relax for the weekend. But no, she told her that the doors were closing, and then that eternal silence as nothing happened. Nothing, nothing, then informed that the lift was going up, then nothing, nothing, nothing.

Eventually the lift creaked into movement, and then it started, she heard, felt him moving behind her, getting closer, she wondered if this must be his floor, and felt another wave of annoyance at why he hadn't taken the stairs if he was only going up one floor, but then she noticed that the only floor lights lit where her floor, she hadn't remembered it being lit before, but she was tired so it must have been, she just missed it. But he didn't step towards the door, he stepped closer to her, she felt him close to her, almost close enough to touch. Discomfort built in her gut, she watched the floor indicator, willing it to move quicker, this was just what she didn't need tonight another fucking weirdo in the elevator.

He was so close now she was sure she could feel his breath on her, his smell wafted around her, she breathed it in and thought that it actually smelt quite nice, then remembered the situation. She looked again at the indicator, again willing it to hurry up. It ignored her.

Then as they passed the third floor she heard his voice, felt his breath, wash into her ear, in a very soft whisper he told her not to move, not to speak. It was a calm quiet voice, initially she didn't understand the words, they were so foreign to the situation, her mind raced around them, trying to figure out the meanings, deciphering the contents like some ancient text, as the meaning settled into her head she drew in breath to tell him where to go, a sudden thrust of anger at the instruction, who the fuck was he to tell her what to do, her mouth opened and more words leaked into her ear, this time with more force, with more meaning. Again the meaning escaped her, but they repeated until she did, suddenly she found herself nodding as the meanings again settled, she nodded her understanding to him before she even understood what she was agreeing to. Her own agreement stunned her mouth into silence, suddenly she was terrified. Suddenly she was aroused.

His hand pushed around her waist and she was pulled into his body firmly. An alien thought ran through her mind thinking how glad she was she'd left her coat in the car, she felt his body through her thin top, as his hand started to push it up and his other hand rested against her hip, holding her tight into him. He roughly felt her breast through her bra, locating and roughly pinching her nipple. Then it went back down and pushed her bra up over her breasts, her mind was screaming at her to turn around and slap him, to kick and scream and put him in his place. But through all her minds protestations she stood there hypnotised by her loss of power, by her complete lack of defences against this person.

His body bent into her, pushing her forward, so his hand could travel down to the hem of her knee length skirt. He straightened as her skirt travelled up her thighs, exposing her knickers, still her mind screamed, still she remained silent. His hand pushed through the waistband of her knickers, then out through her leg, hardly touching her skin as it did, his hand twisted as it exited and took the crotch firmly, snagging a few of her hairs as it did, with a firm yank he tore them from her, the pain as the waistband and dug into her skin sent a yelp from her, he threw her knickers on the floor in front of her, and she pushed her head into his shoulder so she didn't have to see them. His hand moved back to her exposed crotch, exposing her lips to the elevator wall, and exposing her alarming state of arousal to them both. She felt a groan escape her as he explored her, knots of fear, arousal, confusion, and humiliation filled her stomach, her waist involuntarily squirmed against him, she felt his arousal pushing back against her. A need to touch it filled her thoughts, she fought it, she imagined the path her hand would take to reach behind her and touch him, she couldn't move though, more shock and fear filled her as she realised why she couldn't. She couldn't do anything simply because he had not told her she could. She had been told to remain still. She remained still as his fingers explored her body, as his strength and power over her explored and controlled her mind.

The horror of her situation fully struck her as that voice told them that they were on the sixteenth floor. Making the whole thing real and tangible, she had just been swept on a wave of arousal until now, but now that voice, that connection to her real life brought her back crashing to her real life. She started to struggle against his hold over her. She wriggled and twisted, moved her hands to push him away. She realised she was only fighting his physical hold over her as he shouted at her to stop and stay still. She froze with the cold sternness in his voice, her hands fell to her side again. He told her they were going to her apartment. As he let go of her a fresh wave of fear flooded through her, she started to straighten her clothes he whispered leave them, and she did, instead, she lifted her bag and rummaged for her keys as instructed as the doors to the elevator opened.

She stepped out of the elevator, eyeing her knickers on the floor as she did, her face flushed as she thought of her neighbours finding them. His hand firmly grasping her upper arm, and walked to her door, slid the key in the lock, opened the door and stepped in. Her mind was filled with the dangers of what he might do to her, the very worst thoughts were bombarding her, headlines and office tales, but the idea of telling him no at this stage had become such an absurd concept, he had her absolutely and completely under his spell. He pushed her towards the open bedroom door, letting go of her at the end of the bed. Took her bag from her hands and threw it in the corner of the room. Pulled the scarf from around her neck and tied it firmly around her head blindfolding her.

She stood still, her breath laboured in an attempt to supply her racing heart with enough oxygen to cope with the speed it was running at. She felt him walking around her, blind folded she could feel his eyes burning into her body, she found she was hoping he found her attractive, hating the thought that she might disappoint him. The other half of her mind hated that she cared, hated how weak and ineffective she was feeling. Yet she was more aroused than she had ever been, she had never been as wet as she was, her cheeks burnt at the realisation that her legs were wet.

The bed creaked as he sat on it, then there was silence, she wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking, what he was planning on doing to her, wishing he would just do something, fearing that he might, needing to feel his touch again, needing something to get this fear out of her head, but it didn't come, there was just silence. A wall of silence, thick and tangible, hard and cold, hot and wet, all through it she stood there, unable to move, her legs were starting to ache at the position he had left her in, but she couldn't move them, she needed to hear his permission, she felt the tears building up pressure in her closed eyes. She wondered if he was still there, she was sure she could still feel his presence, but she was no longer sure, it had been so long since he had moved, so long since his touch. Her mouth trembled as a please gently escaped from it, her tears flowed at the release.

There was still silence, she wondered if she was alone, another please escaped her lips, she felt disappointment followed as she disobeyed his instructions, she put all of her effort into making the please the most imploring, needful word she had ever uttered.

Finally he responded, with a single word that, of course she followed. She wondered the best way to do so without disturbing the blindfold. She was glad her top had a wide neck, as she pushed it down over her breasts, collecting her bra as she pushed them down, exposing her breasts to him for the first time, she hoped he didn't think they were too small, as she had always feared, instantly hating the thought again. She continued to push the her top down, stopping briefly to undo the button on her skirt, then pushed the whole lot down to the floor, stepping out of her shoes and kicking the whole lot behind her. Then stood there naked, hands at her side, feeling humiliated and scared imagining him eyeing her naked body again.

She heard him stand, and take a handful of her hair, feeling a pressure on the top of her head, she didn't understand what he was trying to do, but the pressure built until she was almost falling with it, then she understood, she almost fell with the force to find she was only steadied by the handful of hair he had she groaned at the pain in her scalp as she fell to her knees and felt him pushing into her mouth. Gagging at the force, unable to breathe as he rhythmically pushed into her throat.

Then her mouth was empty, left with nothing but the caustic taste of the vomit he had induced. She was dragged to her feet by her hair, an arm was put behind her and she was thrown onto the bed, biting her lip as she landed. The taste of blood and pain distracting her for a moment from the arousal and fear she still had flooding her body. He sat on the end of the bed, and pushed fingers into her holes, he roughly pushed more and more fingers into her, the pain was excruciating, she was begging him to stop, crying, wailing, all were ignored, she stretched and hurt and cried. He climbed up her, and entered her again, finally giving her a sensation she could remember, that she could enjoy.


Then again she was empty, barren in the absence of the pressure of him in her. Left with nothing but the fear and arousal inside, he turned her over, and got off the bed, she heard a zip undo and he was doing something, rummaging, moving around, she tried to decipher the noises, but she couldn't. She found out as her hand was yanked up and rope was wrapped around her arm, and yanked up above her head. Then he moved to the other arm and repeated the process, she thought as he did so that there was no need to tie her up as she couldn't do anything to move anyway, he moved to her legs, spread them open and tied them to the corners of the bed also.


He climbed onto her, and immediately she felt the most intense burning pain she'd felt in her life as he forced his way into her anus. Another please left her lips, more tears flooded from her eyes, her most humble, sorrowful supplications fell on deaf ears as he relentlessly forced himself onto her, into her. Finally she felt his body spasm, and he was out of her, and off her, she was weeping into her pillow, his last touch was as he pulled her arm up to untie it. Then he walked out.

She pulled her scarf from her and the first thing she saw was the three crumpled notes on her pillow next to her. It took half an hour before she had the composure and self control to untie herself, she felt violated and used, she struggled to understand why she had allowed him to do all he had. She hated the confusion in her thoughts. She hated how aroused she had been, she hated how aroused she still was. She wanted to hate him, she needed to hate him, but she couldn't she wanted him again.

Over the following days and weeks she fought the maelstrom of feelings circling her mind, she needed to understand why what he had done to her felt so good when it was so wrong, so humiliating so dirty. He'd degraded, humiliated, abused and hurt her, making her nothing but a cheap whore he paid for sex. But that event, those thoughts spawned a whole new life for her as she realised how much more deeply her sexuality ran, how much more diverse it was. He had been the first horrifying step on her lifelong voyage of self discovery, and for that she adored him, and would always remember him with the fondest, most erotic of memories.