The Little Girl and the Elevator

-by Alvo Torelli, November, 2017

"Oh drat! No, not again!" Faith Rowel groaned out loud as she entered the lobby of her family's apartment building and saw the 'out of order' sign on the elevator. She HATED walking up the four flights of stairs to the apartment and it seemed like she'd had to do it a thousand times lately, even though it had actually only been once. And besides, her backpack must weigh a million pounds and she'd already had to haul it half a block from where the chauffeur dropped her off. Ever since she started fifth grade at her new school the stupid teacher made her carry around so many heavy books. And do homework! Plus she had to wear this stupid school uniform, with its scratchy pleated wool skirt and a tie. A tie! It was so unfair! Faith just wanted to get up to the flat, change into comfortable clothes and watch some afternoon television!

"Terribly sorry about the lift, miss," an unexpected voice said.

Faith spun around, throwing her luxurious red hair over her shoulder in the process. She blinked her bright green eyes at the older man sitting at the security desk. Normally, she couldn't be bothered to notice who was there - they were just the hired help after all. But she knew the smiling gentleman at the desk wasn't one of the usual security men. And why was he just sitting there, smiling, when he should be doing something about getting the elevator working? Did he even care that she was going to have to trudge up four flights of stairs?! Indignant at the man's inaction, Faith said "Sorry doesn't get me up to the fourth floor! Can't you do something?"

The man with the bushy eyebrows and grey hair smiled even more broadly. "Oh, but I am doing something Faith. I'm sitting here waiting to assist you."

"It doesn't look like it!" Faith said in her most haughty ten-year-old voice. "It looks like you're just sitting there, while I'm going to have to lug this heavy backpack up four flights of stairs!" Faith didn't seem to notice that the man knew her name when he shouldn't.

"Would you prefer to use the elevator, dear?"

"Of course I would prefer to use the elevator!"

"Then we're of a mind, child. Here, let me give you my card."

The elderly gentlemen held out a small business card to Faith, who took it and read it with some effort and with a puzzled look. "Pr-Pr-Professor Im-Imrash West, PhD, R.A.P.E.M, Sp-Sp-Specializing in the Advanced Theory of Wishes." Faith looked up at the strange man with her big green eyes. "What in the world does R A P E M mean?"

"Royal Academy for the Practical Employment of Magic," Professor West said with a twinkle in his eye, "at your service, miss."

"What a bunch of rot!" Faith snorted and stomped her foot, throwing the Professor's card on the floor. "What does any of that have to do with getting the lift fixed."

"Well, you could wish for the lift to be fixed," West said. "But that seems a waste of your only wish. And besides, I'd need something with much more potential that just fixing the elevator once. Heaven knows, it might break again tomorrow."

"You can't really grant wishes! That's stupid."

"Have it your way, Faith. But it surely wouldn't hurt to try. Just imagine if the elevator was always there to take you up and down, up and down, your very own vertical chariot. But there would be a price to pay - you probably couldn't or wouldn't want to pay it."

"My daddy will pay! My daddy has lots of money!"

"Oh, really? Isn't that nice. But, really, my dear, you should let me explain how..."

"No! I want the elevator to work now!" Faith abruptly interrupted her elder. "Whatever it costs, I wish the elevator will always work for me!"

Professor West, who didn't appear to be too disturbed by the rudeness of the pretty ten-year-old, smiled broadly. "Quite a lovely wish, Faith! I hope you enjoy it as much as everyone else in the building will. But, my dear, what are you waiting for?"

Faith drew herself up to her full four foot four inches and looked at the old man sternly, past the end of her cute little pointed nose. How dare he talk to her like that? She was done with this silliness! She stomped her small foot one more time and spun to march away from him, her long gorgeous hair flying around her again, only to find that the elevator doors were standing open and Mr. Jackson from the third floor was stepping out. What in the world?! Faith turned again to glare at Professor West, but when she did, no one was there. It was all very confusing.

There was nothing for it but to get on the elevator and press the button for the fourth floor. The doors were half closed when a hand reached in and stopped them, and then a gentleman in his late fifties or early sixties stepped into the elevator with Faith. She recognized him, although she hadn't met him and she thought he lived up on the eighth floor, which was confirmed when he pushed that button. Faith noticed that the light for the fourth floor was not illuminated, but she knew she'd pushed it, so she didn't worry about it too much.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Faith set her backpack on the ground and then reached under her short school skirt to pull down her panties and step out of them. She couldn't understand why she was doing something so strange, but she couldn't seem to stop, either. And once she'd managed to push them down over her white ankle socks, and step her little black shoes out of the leg holes, she looked up to see the man watching her with an expectant air. Faith could feel herself blush, and she knew that the man would see it. Faith's pale complexion and the pretty freckles sprinkled across her young face made it very obvious whenever she blushed, and she knew and hated it.

Faith glanced at the floor indicator. The lift seemed to be moving far too slowly! They'd barely made it to the first floor. And why was she unbuttoning her blouse? She'd already pulled her tie loose and dropped it to the ground and she was already half way done with her buttons! Why couldn't she stop? Oh god, no! He's staring at me, smiling. No, no, no! But Faith pulled the short tails of her blouse from her skirt and opened it wide, revealing her cute, flat breasts to the ogling passenger. Another glance at the floor indicator and she saw they'd only gotten as far as the second floor!

To Faith's horror, the older man faced her and quickly opened his belt and the top button of his slacks. The little girl took a startled step backwards, but the man stepped forward even as he unzipped his fly. Faith backed into the corner of the elevator and had nowhere to go. Since her blouse was now on the floor, the wall was cold on her bare back and shoulders.

"Well? Don't just stand there," the man said impatiently.

Oh god, oh god, no! Faith's mind was reeling. She decided to scream as loud as she could! And she would dash for the door the second the elevator opened on her floor. She had to get out of here! But what Faith actually did was to drop to her knees in front of the old man, then reach out to awkwardly pull his boxer shorts down to his knees, where he'd already dropped his pants. Noooooo! she wanted to scream. But instead she took the terrifying piece of flesh that dangled between his legs into her petite, soft hands and gently massaged it as it quickly grew in length, width and firmness.

"Oh my god, yes! That's so good!" the man moaned. "Get my cock nice and hard first. Oh!"

Faith Rowel had never seen a man's genitals; she'd never heard the word cock. Suddenly she was holding one in her hands, just inches from her pretty, freckled face! She knew this was a bad, bad, bad, bad thing to be doing, but she couldn't stop. With every ounce of her being she tried to let go of the cock. She tried to jump and push the man away. She tried to cover her face and scream and cry. But instead she just kept playing with the pole of flesh, smoothly stroking her hands up and down until, with a growing horror, she understood that the cock was ready. What it was ready for, she had no idea.

"Better hurry up," the old man said, "we're already up to the fourth floor. Get those pretty little lips busy, child."

The fourth floor - Faith's floor! Yes, yes, she could escape. The doors would open and she would... No, no, no. The lift didn't stop! I pushed the button, I pushed the button! Please stop! Please. Oh god, no!

Despair flooded little Faith's body and still she held the wretched long, hard cock in her hands. Her hands looked so tiny around the monster. But Faith pulled herself together. She grabbed every bit of her willpower, channeling it all into her hands and she let it go! But her hands were still wrapped around the throbbing piece of meat. Nooooooooo!

Faith felt herself leaning forward, rising up with her legs to get to the right height. No, no, no, no, please! But her lips met the end of the man's erection and she heard him gasp with pleasure. She strained her eyes up into his, knowing that this was what he would want - to see her face and know her humiliation through the incredible blush that covered her as she opened her lips and slid the head of his manhood into her little mouth. The smug look of satisfaction and the excitement in his eyes told Faith everything.

The ten-year-old had no idea what she was doing, what she was supposed to do. But her hands seemed to know - they stroked and stroked at his cock, picking up speed with some of the lubricating saliva from her own mouth. Her tongue seemed to know as well - it flicked and rolled about the bulbous blob in her mouth, making the man's eyes flare with desire. Her lips and her mouth and her muscles all knew the drill as well, working to pull more of the evil cock into her mouth, sucking and pulling at it until she was nearly gagging. And poor little Faith's head knew exactly how to please the man. Her head bobbed forward and back and forward and back, faster and faster as she sucked at the monster of flesh.

"Oh god, yes, yes, child, ohhh," the old man groaned. He pushed his fingers into the long red hair on either side of Faith's head and began to thrust forward, fucking her mouth. "Oh god, you're so good at that. Yes!"

Faith was certain she was going to faint or choke to death any second. The man was pressing against her throat, threatening to push his too-big erection into her wind pipe. But she managed to pull her head back just enough and she kept up her sucking and licking and her wet little hands stroked up and down his shaft as fast she could manage.

Just past the man's torso, Faith could see the floor indicator. Why were they moving so slowly! They were just passing the sixth floor. Why couldn't she stop sucking so hard at the man's erection? Why did she have to keep rubbing it with her hand. Why was she using her other hand to play with the bags of flesh at the base of his cock? It was all so disgusting and scary and, and, and wrong!

"Oh god, yes, yes, yes, oh fuck, ohhh, ohhh, I can't hold it any... OHHHH! OHHHH!"

Something hot and thick, slimy and oily, like Faith imagined egg whites would feel, flooded Faith's mouth. Then more, and more. She nearly choked on it before the man would let go of her head and let her rear back. She was rewarded with another big spout of the warm, viscous liquid across her face.

Faith thought the terrible ejaculate in her mouth was the most horrifying, disgusting thing that could possibly exist! She couldn't stand it! It coated her mouth with a cloying, pervasive taste - not bitter or even strong - but wrong, terribly, terribly wrong. A little girl wasn't supposed to know what this tasted like. She couldn't possibly hold it in her mouth for a second longer. She parted her lips to spit the nasty, nasty stuff out as fast as she could.

But instead, pretty Faith looked up into the eyes of the smug old man and showed him how much of his evil cum she'd collected in her mouth. With a finger, he scooped the errant slick of his cum from her cheek and her little nose, and pushed it into her mouth to add to the pool of off-white goo. As soon as she could see that he was satisfied, Faith closed her mouth and carefully swallowed every drop of the warm goo. Every part of her brain screamed no, but the terrible, pungent cum left a trail of oily residue all the way down her throat.

As the man zipped up his pants and fastened his belt, the elevator pinged for the eighth floor. Little Faith rocked back on her heels in complete disbelief of what she'd done.

"Here you are dear, I do hope to see you again soon," the man said.

Faith blinked and looked back up to the older gentleman, who had his hand out with a ten dollar bill. She didn't want his money! She didn't want to EVER see him again! But she watched in horror as her little hand reached up to take the money, only to see the look on the man's mean face get even smugger.

"Yes, yes, pleasure doing business with you dear. The name's Clint, Clint Fitser. Wouldn't mind hearing you moan my name next time, little one, if you know what I mean." The doors to the elevator opened and the man stepped out with a jaunty bounce to his step. Faith leaned against the door, panting, until the doors slid shut.

Suddenly alone again, Faith found that she could move and act as she pleased. The strange feeling that had gripped her, which she was only now recognizing, was gone. She jumped to her feet, quickly buttoned her blouse back up and tucked it into her skirt. She didn't bother with her panties or her tie - she just wanted OUT of the lift. She jumped to the control panel and pressed the open-door button. She was more than happy to tromp down a few flights of stairs if she could only get OUT. The doors stubbornly refused to obey her repeated jabbing at the button. In a rising panic, Faith pushed the button for four, the floor of her parent's flat. But the button refused to light up. The ground floor button also wouldn't light up. She was trapped in the elevator!

Faith pounded on the control panel pressing every button to no avail. But finally she noticed something at the very bottom of the control panel she'd never seen before. She was sure it had never been there before. There was a very thin, horizontal slot, about two inches across. And next to it was a tiny red electronic display that read $30.

Faith stared and stared at the small slot as more and more horror gripped her. It couldn't be. It just couldn't! But finally, with a feeling of utter defeat, Faith picked up the ten dollar bill she'd thrown to the floor. Carefully, she fed one end of the bill into the slot. It was a perfect fit. No sooner had she pushed half an inch of the bill into the orifice than it was quickly sucked into the panel. A second later, the digital readout changed: $20.

Precisely ten seconds later the doors to the elevator slid open.

Faith grabbed her backpack and she leapt to the open doors! At least that's what her brain told her to do. Instead, she stood stock still in the corner of the elevator as Mr. Wett stepped into the lift and gave Faith a nice smile.

Mr. Colin Wett was well-known to Faith and her parents. He worked in the same bank as her father. In his early forties, he was handsome, always had a smile for Faith and she didn't mind talking to him when he came over for dinner once a month. He pressed the button for the ground floor of the lift, and stepped back politely. But the second the doors slid shut, Faith saw the strange look that came over his face. He turned and looked down at Faith hungrily.

Faith was already unbuttoning her blouse again.

It seemed like it was all going to happen again, as the lift slowly crept downwards. The blouse came off and dropped to the floor. The man's pants were unbuckled, unzipped, and dropped to his knees. The little girl, on her knees, reached out to pull down his underpants - tidy whiteys this time. Faith fought as hard as she could against every motion, but it all moved forward like nightmare clockwork. Colin moaned and trembled as his cock rapidly grew to tumescence at the little girl's tender, soft touch. Her lips touched the tip of his erection and then her tongue swirled around the most sensitive part of the glans.

But Colin Wett had for some time had forbidden dreams of the little girl kneeling at his feet. The high point of his month was the visit to her apartment for dinner, when he had a whole evening to drool over her cute little body, swim in her big green eyes and fantasize about moments exactly like this one. Colin didn't understand what was happening, but he wasn't going to waste the opportunity. Bending, he grasped the little girl just under her arms and lifted her up to his chest, where he crushed her flat chest to his.

This was a new terror for the ten-year-old. She tried to beat her hands against Colin's chest. She tried to kick him with her dangling legs. She tried to wriggle out of his tight embrace. Instead, she wrapped her thin legs around his torso, wrapped her skinny arms around his neck and let him kiss her on the mouth, meeting his passion with an equal level of energetic desire.

With one arm grasping the child around the waist, Mr. Wett fumbled at Faith's short skirt, pulling it out from between them. He kissed her harder and harder until he suddenly broke it off and let her small body flop backwards. More fumbling was required to get the head of his cock to the entrance of the child's cunt, but when he stroked the base of his erection along her cunny, he found she was sopping with desire.

Faith couldn't understand what was going on. Why was Mr. Wett groping around between her legs? What was pressing against her tiny slit? Oh god, it must be his cock! Surely he wasn't going to... Oh god, no, no, no, NOOOOOOO!!

But yes, Mr. Wett fully intended to fuck the little elevator whore. He fumbled about, but he was motivated by a desire beyond anything he'd ever felt before. Colin pressed the child's back into the cold, paneled walls of the lift, lifted her to the perfect position and amazingly the little girl tilted her hips to the perfect angle. She practically grabbed the head of his cock with her tiny, hairless pussy.

"Oh Colin, Colin, fuck me, fuck me, make me your little whore!" Faith mewled out, not even understanding her own words.

Colin understood the words and they drove him insane. Slamming the ten-year-old into the wall of the lift, he thrust forward into her. He ripped away her innocence and buried half of his cock inside of her. Faith screamed at the sudden, sharp pain. Then the fucking began. Hard, driving thrusts as deep as Colin could go. Faith was barely big enough to take five inches of his pile-driving erection, but it was unbelievably good. The child was so tight!

"Colin, Colin, fuck me! Oh yes, yes, you stud, you're such a man! Fuck me!" Her words made no sense, but the little girl moaned them out with all sincerity as the banker rammed his cock into her tiny pussy over and over.

"Jesus, fuck, you're so tight. Faith, oh Faith, oh fuck! Yes, yes, you fucking little whore. Oh god!" Colin Wett was beside himself with the sensations of fucking such a hot little girl.

Something completely unexpected happened to Faith. Her little body began to shake on its own, beyond the thrashing of Colin's rapid, violent thrusts. She'd never heard the word orgasm, never known that anything so intense could happen to a person. But wracking waves of climax spread out from her miniature, tightly filled pussy and she cried out with confusing, overwhelming pleasure. "Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes! Oh god, Colin, fuck me!!"

Colin slammed the little girl's back into the wall over and over again as he felt climax rising up in his balls. He wanted to fuck her tight pussy forever, but he was also desperate to fill her with his hot seed. "Jesus, damn, damn, fuck! Yes, yes, yes!" he moaned and then he came, deep inside of her. Wave after wave of cum spurted up into her immature womb. He pressed up inside of her as far as he could get and shivered with fulfillment.

Faith understood that she had just been defiled, that her little body would never be the same, never again be innocent. But it felt so good! She squeezed with everything she had, holding the big cock inside of her.

Looking over her client's shoulder, Faith saw the floor indicator count down to two! In a moment the door would open. Anyone could step into the elevator and see her writhing on the man's cock. But suddenly Colin lifted her off of his glistening cock and set her gently on the floor. He stepped back as she watched, her big green eyes wide with stress and confusion, and quickly tucked his wilting cock back into his undershorts. In seconds his pants were back up, buckled and zipped and he showed no sign that he'd just fucked a ten-year-old in an elevator. Faith trembled in the corner, overwhelmed, but she took the twenty-dollar bill he handed her with a smile.

The elevator pinged, the doors slid open and Mr. Wett bounced out with a happy, refreshed gait.

Once again, as the doors slid closed to seal Faith in, alone, she felt the strange sensations lift off of her shoulders. As quick as she could she stood and put her blouse back on, buttoning it up and tucking it in. She grabbed her panties from the floor to wipe up the cum that kept leaking out of her pussy to dribble down the insides of her thighs. As soon as she was put together, she stepped to the console, knelt down and slid the terrible twenty-dollar bill, her wages, into the tiny slot. She waited, trembling, until the small display changed, from $20 to $0.

"Yes!" Faith said out loud. And then, with shaking fingers, she pushed the button marked four. The elevator began to move at once and when the doors opened a few moments later Faith nearly leapt from the claustrophobic chariot.

"Daddy? Daddy, can I please have thirty dollars," Faith asked her daddy at the breakfast table. She needed to leave soon, to meet the town car that would take her to school. She had no intention of going anywhere near the lift, but she'd rather be ready for it if the worst happened. Daddy never could say no to his pretty little girl, so she had the thirty dollars in her little fist when she walked out the door.

Faith headed straight for the stairwell. She didn't want to walk down four flights of stairs with her heavy backpack, but it was better than chancing the lift again. But the strangest thing happened - she couldn't quite remember where the stairwell door was. She looked down one hallway, then another and then another, but she couldn't find it anywhere. She knew it had to be there - but it wasn't. She glanced at her wristwatch. She was running out of time! Oh gosh!

Faith found herself standing in front of the big silver doors to the lift. She checked again to make sure she had her thirty dollars. She girded herself. She could do this! She pushed the down button. The doors slid open as if they'd been waiting for her. With a gulp, Faith stepped into the elevator and shivered as the door slid closed. She was only a little surprised when the button for the ground floor didn't light up. She'd hoped that she'd simply had a terrible nightmare, but the minor aches and pains her body and jaw felt from her first hard blowjob and fucking told her that it wasn't just a dream. The old man had cursed her!

But Faith was ready! She knelt down to the narrow slit and glared at the hated display. What? NOOOOOO! The little red display read $40. Faith rocked back on her heels, stunned. No, no, no, how could this happen?

The doors to the lift slid open. Faith tried to jump to her feet and leap through the opening, but instead she sat back and watched a swarthy maintenance man step onto the lift and push the button for the tenth floor, the maintenance level. The man was potbellied and half bald, in a soiled jumpsuit with the word 'John' stitched over his left breast pocket.

It was only as she was removing her blouse, again, that Faith realized she hadn't even bothered to put on underpants under her short school skirt. Somehow, her subconscious mind had known all along where she was going to end up. As her tie, and then her blouse dropped to the floor she looked up to see the ugly, dark man looking down at her with a hungry smile.

While the smelly maintenance man, with the huge penis, pounded into her little pussy and pressed her back into the cold wall, Faith screamed for the man, over and over, telling him that he was a hot stallion, that he was the best ever. He fucked her tiny body without pause as the elevator slowly climbed to the tenth floor. When he finally came into her, as they passed the ninth floor she was screaming his name, "John, John, John!" The massive, wracking orgasm she had helped to convince the man of the truth of her pleasure.

Faith clutched her new twenty dollar bill in her hand as the maintenance man gave her a nasty grin and disappeared through the elevator doors. She didn't even have any panties to clean up his seed as it dribbled down her skinny legs. She felt so cheap and used, but she still tingled in her little pussy from his hard fucking.

Finally, Faith could escape the elevator and end her nightmare. She knelt by the console and pushed her new twenty into the tiny slot. She was rewarded when the small display blinked out, then blinked back on, registering only $20. But where was her thirty dollars? Where was the money her daddy had given her? No, no! It can't be gone. She searched everywhere, but it had disappeared.

Faith started when the elevator began to move on its own, but she didn't have long to wait as it stopped at the sixth floor. As the doors slid open, who should appear but Mr. Clint Fitser, Faith's first client.

Mr. Fitser preferred to fuck little Faith from behind as he manhandled her tiny nipples with his big hands. She pressed her palms to the wall and moaned his name over and over again, until he'd emptied his seed into her tiny womb. Her second orgasm of the morning just proved to the old man that he was still the virile stud he considered himself. He was more than happy to give the pretty child her twenty dollars and then glide out into the crisp morning air as the elevator doors closed behind him.

Nearly exhausted from two hard poundings, the pretty ten-year-old slowly managed to get dressed again. She did her best to clean up the cum leaking from her abused cunny. Then she knelt by the console and pushed her second twenty dollar bill into the small slot. She was quickly rewarded by the sight of $0. The elevator doors slid open and Faith stumbled out into the lobby, heading for school.

Poor Faith never did seem to be able to find the stairs to her building. Morning after morning, afternoon after afternoon, she was forced to use the dreaded lift to come and go from her family's fourth-floor flat. And worse, the cost of the ride kept going up! The next day it was $50 and two days later it was $60. She was riding the car up and down two and sometimes three times to earn enough money to get out again. She began to pray that two men would get on the elevator at once, so that she could do a blowjob and a fuck at the same time, earning her passage more quickly. It was so humiliating to know that every time she was used, her mouth was going to spout the most vile, slutty words and her body was going to orgasmically betray her.

Outside the elevator, Faith's life went on as usual. No one ever seemed to notice anything unusual. When she ran into her 'clients' outside the lift, they never said a word out of the usual. But she saw the twinkle in the men's eyes, the tiny smirks on their faces, and she knew that they remembered! Also, Faith found that she couldn't say anything about her terrible ordeal - not that she wanted to share the terrifying humiliation with anyone.

The third day of Faith's adventure brought a whole new level of horror. She was just stepping into the dreaded lift, heading to school, when she heard footsteps and suddenly her daddy stepped into the confined space with her. Oh god, oh god, oh god! her brain screamed. Daddy said something about an early meeting, but Faith hardly heard him as the door closed and she pulled her tie loose from her blouse. It wasn't lost on Faith that daddy pressed ten, waited for the elevator to start moving and then pressed G, all before he turned to watch her undress. She understood it would give him that so longer to enjoy their lift time together. It turned out that daddy really wanted to play with Faith's flat little breasts, and lick her hard little nipples until she was moaning "Daddy! Daddy!" over and over. When she sucked daddy's cock, it turned out he had a lot of cum and he really liked to see it squirt onto his little girl's face. He scooped all of the cum back into her mouth to be swallowed, then kissed her on the forehead before he gave her her ten dollars and headed out to his meeting. After that, Daddy was a frequent customer - but he always paid her just like everyone else.

On the fifth day of Faith's lift nightmare she made a discovery that was both happy and terrifying. As her first morning customer, an old man named Cosmo Trudel, was watching her disrobe for his entertainment, Faith noticed the way his eyes keep straying to the tie she'd casually dropped to the floor. Suddenly she found herself picking the tie up and handing it to the grinning old man, then she turned her back to him and put her wrists together behind her back. Cosmo didn't waste any time - he tied her wrists together with her own school tie, then excitedly spun her around and pushed her down to her knees. He fished his own cock out of his underpants and he seemed to enjoy the blowjob he received from her much more than the two previous blowjobs she'd given him. Afterwards, Cosmo untied her and gave her twenty dollars! From then on Faith always offered the tie to the men who joined her in the elevator, hoping for an extra ten dollar tip to get her out of the lift faster. It was surprising how many of her clients enjoyed the extra excitement of binding her before they used her little body.

Faith thought life couldn't possibly get any worse, but of course she was wrong. It was a Tuesday afternoon, more than a week after she'd taken up her new profession, when Faith reluctantly stepped into the elevator after school, heavy backpack in hand and a heavy heart in her chest. She didn't even bother to push the button for her floor, she knew it was no use. She would just ride the elevator until she had the money to pay her way out. And so, after her first blowjob of the afternoon, she wasn't surprised when the car took itself to the ninth floor. There the doors open and Mrs. Darla Bolyard stepped in, followed immediately by Chester.

Everyone in the building knew Darla Bolyard and her beautiful black labrador Chester. Chester was a sweet, young dog and a favorite of everyone. He was also big, broad-chested and energetic. Mrs. Bolyard was barely able to handle the excitable dog when she walked him to the nearby park twice a day. But he was the most important thing in her lonely life.

Occasionally Faith had to ride the elevator up and down with women from the building, who never seemed to notice that she seemed to be riding the lift needlessly. She assumed she would just have to ride down with Darla and Chester, waiting patiently for her next client. She still needed another seventy dollars to get out of the terrible box. But suddenly she felt the familiar compulsion and she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor.

Oh god! No, no, no, NOOOOO! This is too much. This can't be happening! Faith's mind screamed inside her head. But her action, watched by Darla with great interest, was to turn to the big dog, scratch the top of his head and drop to her knees in front of him. The dog took one look at the near-naked little girl and lashed out with his long, rough tongue to rake across her tiny nipples.

"Ohhh!" Faith moaned aloud. The dog's tongue was so much longer, rougher and stronger than the tongues of any of the men who'd similarly used her small nipples for their pleasure. Then the terrible thought came into her young mind that the dog, like a few of her male clients, might want to use that magnificent tongue to taste her little pussy. So she stood up and lifted the front her short skirt to present her cunny to the canine. Sure enough, Chester was an enthusiastic pussy licker. Faith's moans of pleasure were soon loud and sincere as the dog stimulated her in new, exciting, terrifying ways. In only a few seconds, barely one floor of the lifts slow crawl down towards the lobby, little Faith was creaming on the dog's incredible tongue. She felt like she might faint any moment.

Faith glanced over to see Darla Bolyard standing in the corner of the elevator with her long skirt hiked up and one hand inside her panties. The woman was fingering herself with enthusiasm as she watched her dog eat out Faith's hairless little snatch. The woman moaned with a low growl, but when she locked eyes with Faith she commanded "Suck him. Suck his big cock, whore, do it!"

Dropping to her knees again, next to Chester, Faith went down onto one hand and reached up under the dog's belly. She had to duck her head low to see what she was doing, but there it was, an inch of bright red, pointy dog-cock, jutting out of a little furry sack. It was awkward to get down under the big dog, but Faith did her best. She reached for the red cock and the second she wrapped her small fingers around it more of it slid out of the sack. It wasn't big around, but it was getting impressively long. The hard part was to get her lips to the nasty thing. Faith twisted her neck and pressed her face against the fur of the dog's belly. Her mind was screaming at her to stop, to get up, to run and run and never come back. But she was in thrall to the lift and she knew she was going to service her client no matter how humiliating.

Before she could even bring her lips to the tip of the dog's lengthening cock a jet of hot, thin liquid squirted out to hit her in the face and mouth. It was salty and acrid - not like all the man-cum she'd been forced to swallow. She got a second hot taste of the precum before she could bring her lips to play, but she persevered and slipped her lips around the pointed red column of flesh. The dog's cock was so different than a man's! It was slimy and tasted strange. Faith wanted to stop, to run, to hide, but she couldn't. All she could do was greedily sucking down more and more of the dog's disgusting red cock.

Chester and his cock both responded quickly to the wonderful ministrations of the sexy redheaded ten-year-old. The dog whined and jerked his hips about, driving more of his cock past her luscious lips. The cock quickly swelled, getting thicker and thicker in Faith's mouth and in the hand that was clutching what she couldn't get into her mouth. Soon the cock was too big for her to get her hand all the way around, and her lips were stretched wide. But the child new her duty and she bobbed her head back and forth on the warm, slimy length of dog-meat. Jet after jet of hot precum scalded the back of her throat. She swallowed it quickly, terrified of choking.

Faith looked past the cock that had grown to an immense size and into the eyes of Darla, who was kneeling down to get the best view of the little girl's lips wrapped around her dog's huge cock. The woman was frigging herself with abandon as she watched. When the woman's eyes darted to the base of the dog's cock, Faith's eyes followed, although she nearly had to go cross-eyed to do it. There Faith saw Chester's knot swell up to an enormous size, like a misshapen red, veined softball. And then the flood of dog-cum poured into her mouth and down her throat. Thinner than a man's cum, less slimy and oily, but just as tasty - enormous amounts of the animal's seed filled Faith's mouth faster than she could possibly swallow. She choked and lost her grip on the cock, only to be blasted in the face by several more waves of the sticky cum.

"Oh my god, oh my god, yes, yes, ohhhhh, ohhhh, OHHHH!" Mrs. Bolyard moaned as she achieved climax on her fingers.

With his own needs met, Chester the dog immediately lost interest in little Faith, who sprawled on the floor, her face covered with dog semen. She looked up to see Darla compose herself, then reach into her purse and pull out twenty dollars, which she handed to the bedraggled child. "That was simply lovely, pet," Darla said with a smile. "We don't usually go walking quite this early, but I suppose we could change our schedule." Faith's eyes flared with alarm, but she couldn't get out the nooooo! she so badly wanted to scream before the woman went on. "And what time do you go to school in the morning, dear? We do take two walks a day, you know."

No, no, no! Faith's brains screamed. But her mouth said "about eight thirty, Mrs. Bolyard."

"Lovely!" Darla said, just as the lift door chimed. Then she picked up Chester's leash and the two of them exited as the doors slid open.

True to form, the next morning Faith watched in horror as the elevator immediately rose to the ninth floor and Mrs. Bolyard and Chester, wagging his tail with delight, entered the elevator. Faith was already stripping off her tie and blouse by the time the doors slid closed.

"We really haven't a lot of time, dear," Darla said sweetly. "Let's just get to business quickly, shall we, say - down on your hands and knees."

Faith dutifully dropped to her hands and knees, not really knowing what to expect, but knowing whatever it was it would be humiliating, degrading and probably terrifying. She wasn't to be disappointed. Darla quickly flipped Faith's short skirt up over her back to reveal her naked little ass and Chester didn't waste any time either. He sluiced his long rough tongue up between Faith's thighs and into her waiting, tight slit.

"Ooh! God. Oooh, oooh, OOOH!" Faith moaned as the dog prepared her, expertly. The lift was barely past the eighth floor and Faith was already near to climax - wet, swollen and ready. She opened her legs wider and instinctively dropped her elbows to floor in preparation. But still she was shocked when she felt the dog's considerable weight on her back and the tight embrace of his front legs around her thin waist. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Please, please. OH! OH!" she barked out when Chester began wildly humping at her from behind.

Darla was already on her knees beside the loving couple, bending down to get the best view she could manage, hoping to see the moment when Chester's rapidly lengthening red cock found the mark and plunged into the little girl's pretty cunt. And she wasn't disappointed. "OOOOOHHHHH!" Faith screamed when the tip of the dog's cock found her entrance and then the dog humped forward, skewering her deeply all at once.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my, yes, yes," Darla cooed. Even she couldn't believe how fast and deep the dog's piston fucked the little girl. It was almost a blur of motion. The keening, moaning desperation of the child just made it that much better! As soon as the child began to tremble and shake, uncontrollably, Darla knew that her dog had driven the poor little thing to an orgasm unlike any before. It was so wonderful to watch! Darla's own massive climax hit her seconds later as she creamed massively on the dildo she'd brought along for just this purpose.

Faith had been fucked many times, but she'd never experienced the unbelievable speed and energy of the big dog on her back. Her little body wracked with orgasm as his cock slammed in and out of her faster than she could keep track of. She felt it swelling inside of her and suddenly she remembered seeing the massive knot that had formed on the cock the day before. No, no, no! Not inside me. PLEASE, PLEASE, NOT INSIDE ME! She tried to scream. But of course she was deep under the control of the lift and the only words that escaped her pretty lips were "Yes, yes, doggy, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"

The dog impaled the little girl as deeply as he could, ramming against her insides, and then his knot inflated. Faith felt the monstrous bulge growing up inside her pussy, trapped beyond the tight opening. She was knotted to the mongrel. She was stuck to him. She was experiencing the ultimate delight and defilement. And her orgasm went on and on.

Looking up, Darla and Faith both saw that the lift was just passing the fifth floor, not even half way to the lobby. And the little girl was trapped on the dog's huge knot. Darla smiled and continued to fuck herself with the dildo, enjoying every moment of the child's humiliation and discomfort.

The lift seemed to move incredibly slowly as it passed the fourth floor, the third and then the second. Finally, just as the lift was passing the first floor, the dog began to pull on his massive knot. Faith screamed and screamed as he slowly, painfully, pulled the slightly smaller knot through her little pussy until it popped out with a huge gush of dog cum. Faith collapsed on the floor, her thin legs covered with the dog's ejaculate.

Moments before the lift pinged arrival at the lobby, Darla handed Faith two crisp twenty dollar bills. As the doors slid open, she took Chester by the leash and the two of them happily bounced out of the lift to take Chester on his morning constitutional. From the floor, Faith could see the dog's cock and knot, still monstrously large, red and shiny, dangling down from his belly. She was still on the floor, in a puddle of dog cum as her next client stepped into the lift and smiled down at her.

As the weeks went by, Faith learned to recognize every man in the building by his special kinks - and there were so many to choose from. But her pretty little body never seemed to particularly suffer from her hours in the lift, servicing her many clients. Her cunt was just as tight as the first time, her lips were never chapped no matter how many cocks she served and even her ass, which sometimes helped her to service two men at the same time, remained as taught as ever. Chester was a regular client, often twice a day and Daddy enjoyed Faith's services at least as often as any other man in the building. Faith started noticing early on that the building seemed to need a lot more maintenance that it had ever had before - and the maintenance men who came to work always seemed to come and go on the same schedule as Faith. And worse, a couple more tenants of the building went out and adopted large male dogs. Faith was very busy.

The price of Faith's lift ride stopped climbing when it hit $100. By then she'd gotten so good at her new job that she could raise the money in forty five minutes or so - unless she was stuck for a longer time on some dog's cock. The Rottweiler Clint Fitser had purchased had a particularly large knot and servicing him could require going all the way up and all the way down in the elevator, time that Mr. Fitser always put to good use.

And then, one day, a familiar face stepped into the elevator with Faith as she was trying to get the last thirty dollars she needed to get out of the lift and go home to do her homework.

"It's you!" she said, her pretty green eyes wide with shock. "You! You did this to me. You have to make it stop. You have to. I'll do anything. You just have to make it stop."

Professor Imrash West looked down on the gorgeous child and smiled. "I'm so sorry, dear," he said. "Wishes can't be reversed. I did try to warn you, you'll remember."

"But please, please, I can't go on like this. Didn't you come here to see if I had learned my lesson or something? Aren't you supposed to release me from this nightmare?"

"Oh, no dear, it doesn't work like that - wherever did you get such a notion? No, no, it was lovely to see you again and see that you're doing so well. But I'm just here to visit a man on the seventh floor who's about ready to make a wish that should be quite delicious to grant."

"Noooooo! Please!"

"Don't worry, Faith. Your wish will run its course. Most of them do, you know. Let me see if I can remember - oh, yes, yes, I remember. Your wish will only last until you graduate from high school - quite simple."

Faith Rowel was still staring in horror, screaming noooooooooo! in her mind as Imrash West stepped off the elevator on the seventh floor and waved pleasantly to her. A strange man stepped into the elevator a second later and looked at Faith with evident pleasure.

"I say, what luck!" the man declared as the doors swished closed behind him. "I was hoping to find a lift whore."

The end.

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