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...