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<1st attachment, "elevator.txt" begin>
Elevator Encounter (ff nc)
by Terri Madison ( terri_madison)
The elevator ground to a halt. The lights
flickered momentarily, then went out, leaving
the elevator car illuminated only by the
bright "CALL" button.
Terrific, thought Kim. Not only am I going to
be late for my sales presentation...but now I'm
stuck here with the company floozy.
The slender redhead stabbed at several of the
darkened buttons. Nothing. The "CALL" button.
Again, nothing.
The elevator's only other occupant, Angie, spoke
softly, with a rather deep, un-feminine voice
which reflected her big-boned, athletic build.
"Looks like everything's out."
"I can see that!" Kim snapped. Angie didn't
respond, and instead leaned against the side of
the elevator.
Kim sat down on the carpeted floor of the
elevator, ignoring the other woman.
As the minutes dragged on, it got hotter in the
elevator because there was no air circulating.
Both girls were soon sweating. Angie undid a
few buttons on the front of her dress to cool
herself, revealing a black bra.
Kim sighed in disgust. Great, the bitch is
probably a fucking dyke too. Resolutely, Kim
kept her blouse fully buttoned, choosing to
sweat it out rather than have the company
whore thinking that she was some kind of
lesbo.
Opening her briefcase, she began poring over a
few contracts, peering at them in the weak
light. Taking out her wire-rimmed eyeglasses,
she put them on.
Angie spoke. "You look very pretty with your
glasses on."
Kim's head shot up. The other woman WAS a dyke.
Figures, she cursed silently. Aloud, she retorted,
"Who asked you?"
"Hey...just trying to pay a compliment."
"That's not a compliment...coming from someone
like YOU," Kim retorted, going back to her
papers.
But Angie continued. "And what am I like, Kim?"
"You're...you're....god...you're gutter trash!
You're a...a tramp!" Kim spat the words with
utter contempt.
"Look at you! Look at the way you dress..."
Kim waved her hand at Angie's spandex
mini-dress, her black hosiery, her four-inch
heels. "And you...you...can't go thirty minutes
without fucking something!"
Angie only smiled. "Really. Is that what you
think of me." She laughed.
"I'm glad you think it's funny. Nobody else
does. In fact, I feel sorry for you."
The tall brunette didn't respond. Kim went back
to her paperwork yet again.
Angie, meanwhile, set about trying to pry the
elevator doors open. Kim pointedly ignored her.
Inch by inch, the doors of the dead elevator
opened. It proved to be pointless, however,
as the elevator hadstopped between floors,
leaving a view of only a grimy, greasy steel
elevator shaft. A draft was now coming in
through the open doors, cooling both of the
girls somewhat. It also scattered Kim's
paperwork all over the elevator car.
Kim began cursing again. "Look what you did
now! You are one ignorant bitch!"
Angie turned. "I don't like being called a
'bitch'. Please don't call me that."
Kim smiled. "Bitch...bitch...BITCH. Slut whore
bitch floozy tramp BITCH. Bitch--" Kim was
abruptly cut off as the bigger woman jerked her
to her feet, then body-slammed her into the wall
of the elevator shaft.
The petite redhead reeled as the side of her
head thumped against the cold, grimy steel.
One of the lenses popped out of her glasses,
falling down the elevator shaft. It clanged off
several obstructions, then a few seconds later,
through the wall of pain in her cheek, Kim heard
it shatter far, far below.
Overcoming her shock, Kim cursed. "You BITCH--"
Angie pulled her back and then slammed her
against the wall again. This time her mangled
eyeglasses fell off, landing softly on the carpet
of the elevator...where Angie firmly crushed
them with the toe of her stiletto shoe.
The redhead squirmed and fought, but the bigger
woman held her easily with one hand.
"Are you ready to behave?" Angie asked in her
gravelly voice.
Kim had, by now, realized that she was in
trouble. The bigger, more athletic woman was
easily capable of ripping her apart if she
wanted to. Despite this, however, Kim, her
pride getting the better of her, replied,
"Go to hell..."
"Sorry to hear that."
The amazon pulled Kim back again and slammed her
into the hard wall a third time. Kim saw stars.
Kim reconsidered. "OK...ok...yes..."
Angie stopped. "Good. Now I'm going to teach
you a lesson." With that, Angie reached under
Kim's skirt and tugged at her panties.
"HEY! WHAT--" Angie pushed Kim's face harder
into the wall, shutting her up. Then she resumed
pulling off the redhead's panties. When this
was done, she turned Kim around to face her, the
smaller girl's back now to the cold, dirty wall.
Incoherently, Kim lamented that her blouse must
have been filthy by now.
"What are you--" This time, Kim's words were
cut off by her own panties being stuffed into
her mouth. She immediately spit them out and
resumed protesting. Angie picked up the white
cotton panties, then slapped Kim across the face
and forced the panties back in her mouth. Kim
spit them out again; Angie patiently retrieved
them, chased Kim down, slapped her face again,
and put the panties back in her mouth.
This time, Kim left them there, lest she get
another slap. Fearfully, she looked at her
assailant.
"Good. You're capable of learning," Angie
complimented. "Now....for your lesson. I'm
going to spank you," the amazon told her
matter-of-factly. "Bend over."
Trying to protest through the makeshift gag of
her own underwear, Kim shook her head vehemently.
Angie slapped her again. "Bend over," Angie
ordered again. Kim still stood there. "Or
perhaps you'd just like to get out of the
elevator right now?"
An image rose unbidden into the young busi-
nesswoman's mind...Angie shoving her out of
the elevator, and into the crevice between the
open elevator door and the shaft wall. A glance
in that direction showed that there was enough
room...especially considering Kim's small frame.
That got Kim moving. Trembling, she bent over
at the waist, her hands gripping the hand rail
on the wall of the elevator. Angie pulled the
redhead's rather short skirt up and draped it
over her back, then began. SMACK! SMACK!!
Kim's asscheeks quickly became a bright, rosy
red.
As the other woman swatted her ass, Kim gripped
the hand rail tightly and sobbed in humiliation.
But she obediently stayed in position, bent over
as Angie meted out her punishment. After about
thirty swats, she was finally allowed to sit down
in the corner of the elevator, where she collapsed
weeping and sobbing, taking care not to sit on her
tender, sore bottom.
Unable to breathe, Kim took her wadded-up,
saliva-soaked panties out of her mouth. Angie
made no move to stop her. However, when she
began to slip the panties back on, Angie
stopped her with a firm "No."
Kim looked at Angie, tears welling in her eyes
again. "Please...I'm sorry...I won't do it
again..." she begged.
"No panties," Angie repeated. "In fact I want
you to take the rest of your clothes off, as
well."
"Noooo.... please, I can't...." Kim pleaded.
"Please, just leave me alone...I won't tell
anyone..."
"Take your clothes off, Kim. Or I'll rip them
off you and throw them down the elevator shaft.
Then, when the elevator starts up again, I'll
throw your naked ass out at the first floor we
come to, and close the doors behind you."
Crying, Kim slowly began unbuttoning her blouse
with trembling fingers. "Why....?" she
whispered.
"Because...you're not a very nice person," Angie
responded. "Besides...you said it yourself. I
can't go more than thirty minutes without fucking.
Well, it's been thirty minutes...and you're the
only other person here."
Terror struck. Kim was about to be raped--by a
WOMAN. "Please, Angie...I....I'm not lesbian!"
"You'll learn," the amazon promised. Then, as
her captive again stopped undressing to further
plead on her behalf, Angie began ripping the
clothes from Kim's petite body. Her own shaved
pussy tingled in anticipation of the things she
planned to make Kim do with her tongue...
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