please one night

The Lift

The lift doors closed and she suddenly became aware she was alone with the man behind her. She was totally alone with him. Despite the room now in the lift he was still in her personal space. Moreover he seemed as comfortable in her space, as she was flustered by his presence. He was a big man she could sense that without looking at him. He felt big & muscular, confident, very masculine. The lift continued upwards she wanted to move away but somehow didn’t dare to, nor did she dare look, or god forbid talk to him. For his part he remained taciturn. She wished she hadn’t taken her shoes off in the lift now, as was her habit. She was barefoot, he wasn’t. Finally the lift stopped at her floor, but the doors didn’t open. She became even more flustered unaware of the electronic device he held in his left hand.
She felt a large hand cup her buttocks from behind. Fondling her but also assessing her pertness. She wanted to cry out to protest but knew she wouldn’t be able to speak. Somewhere, secretly stirring, deep inside her she didn’t want him to stop. He turned her pressing her back to the wall, she didn’t dare look up, & slipped a finger down the front of her tight black slacks, into her silk briefs, she always wore silk knickers, she loved the fabric on her skin. She was depilated there too, as was the fashion at the moment. He smiled in appreciation & slipped his finger inside her labia then into her vagina pressing softly on her unruptured hymen. He said something to himself in a foreign tongue & removed his finger, holding up his wet finger in front of her. Finally she built enough courage to squeak a murmur of protest. He pressed the wet finger to her lips silencing her & lifting her frightened eyes to his. His own glare was cold & hard, used to respect & obedience from females. He pushed the wet finger between her high gloss lips.
“Clean it.” He almost growled at the uncomprehending girl.
She hesitated
“Now !” His voice was firm but fiery.
She obeyed, sucking him clean, he dried his finger on her blonde hair watching the frightened girl swallow her juices.
He pressed a button on the device, it blipped announcing casually its function & the lift door opened.
“You may go now !” He told her, with an air of dismissal.
She turned and fled fleeting barefoot down the corridor leaving her shoes & dainty handbag on the lift floor. It was only when she reached her locked door she remembered her keys in the bag on the lift floor. He was behind her, had kept pace with her easily & silently. Numb with terror she felt his arms go around her. Watched in horror as he opened, her door, with her keys !. He pushed open the door, her hall was dark, almost pitch black He slapped her behind, propelling her inside, she stumbled & fell to the floor. He tossed her shoes, bag & keys on top of her & closed the door. In the darkness, she waited in mute terror for almost 5 minutes for her rape to begin. Before she realized he had gone. Desperately she spied through her peep hole, nothing. She scrambled for the light switch, crying with relief as she found her keys. Tremulously she opened the door looking this way & that, nothing. Curiously she saw only her bare footsteps, not his shoes in the carpet trails.
Going back inside she locked the door fully & had the first of many tumblers of red wine, chain smoking. She considered calling the police but hadn’t even properly seen his face, only those magnificent eyes, in the end she didn’t phone anybody, not wanted to talk to anyone. Humiliated by her weakness, her pliability, her response to his dominance, the taste of her response still in her mouth. She woke on her sofa near midnight with a terrible hangover, confused & unsure now. She took a hangover cure capsule went to the toilet and brushed her teeth and went to bed. The hangover cure clearing her groggy head immediately then knocking her out.

Cattle/slave goad !

She woke with a strong male hand closed over her mouth. The room was suddenly lit. His other hand fisted in her hair as he dragged her to her tiptoes. She was naked, the 4 men in her room were not. From behind she felt a warm smooth metal phallus pressing in her anus. She had just a second to recognise the shape before he discharged the cattle prods electricity into her most tender erogenous zone. She shrieked into her assailants hand. Three of the men laughed the fourth did not. A finger went to the button again, stopped short.
“Stop fucking about with that toy” The fourth man told his companion.
It was him !
He snapped his fingers to the blonde “Here now !”
Suddenly released she stumbled forwards nearly falling he stopped her by seizing her hair. He pointed to her slacks discarded carelessly on the floor, cream silk panties crumpled on top.
“Fetch your frilly nether garments girl, lets see how much protection they afford you now.”
Terrified she brought them to him, they still felt warm & clammy.
He pushed her to all fours on the floor.
He pushed them into her mouth, gagging her with her smelly soiled briefs.
Then he bent over her, his fist again in her hair. In his other hand he wielded a well worn black riding crop. He gave her five brutal lashes to the backs of her legs, as she squealed into her gag.
He lifted her chin so her eyes met his.
“Are you going to be an obedient female ?”
Her reply was muffled by the panties in her mouth.
Another stinging lash.
“I cant hear you girl.”
She choked a frightened yes through the wadded silk.
“The correct response is ‘Yes Master’ slut”
The muffled ‘Yes Master’ was clearly heard
“Become accustomed to obeying men, slave !” He told her.
“Yes Master.” She whimpered through the gag.
He gave her another lash.
Turning to his companions he told them confidently
“That’s how to put a woman in her place.”
The men laughed.
She sobbed in misery.

The Apron

She was pushed into her living room, sitting on her couch was another man. He had the pretty blonde chambermaid between his legs. The exclusive luxury apartments, had a maid service, the maids wore attractive quite sexy black silk & lace apron outfits. All the maids were selected for their attractiveness. Wages were high & there were no complaints from the staff. Being given the opportunity of being noticed by a wealthy benefactor made the women pliable & eager to please. Many wore uniforms a size too small & shortened. The maid on her knees, had been particularly attractive & alluring, fawning on the men, irritating the women. The gagged blonde had been friendly with her though. Virgin & inexperienced, shyly almost besotted by the confident bimbo sexuality of the maid. It had been reciprocated both girls, for they had both recently only turned 20, seeing each others vulnerability albeit manifested differently, for now, reflected in the other. And a frisson of forbidden lesbian sexual excitement, both were very attractive girls, both to each other & men.
Now the maid was naked, kneeling, hands bound behind, her performing fellatio. The housemaid had also been whipped across her legs, her bruises looked fresh & tender. It was impossible not to notice the thick splashes of semen staining her inner thighs, she had clearly been raped and several times. One of the men put a sticky maids apron on the gagged blonde, it was lumpy & slimy with their lust. It had been the maids, now both girls were nude except for the filthy aprons.
“Fetch wine & beer slut” the gagged girl was told
Frightened she turned to go to the kitchen & was stopped by the whip under her chin. It was him again.
“The correct response is ‘Yes Master’ girl, I wont tolerate disobedience again”
“Yes Master” she sobbed through the gag.
“Become very used to calling men ‘Master’ slave”
“Yes Master”
“Now fetch drinks.”
“Yes Master”
She brought glasses of cold beer to her new owners.