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Paying for the ride (humiliation, nc, voy)

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A Story for my muse, Dainie. It is copyright (c) 1998 by me
Spoonbender. It May be distributed freely as long as it not altered in
any way including this header. It should not be read by minors or
anyone else who doesn't like the idea of Rape, forced fondling, public
humiliation etc.

To anyone who knows Toronto, please excuse the artistic license I have
employed to make the story more realistic.

Don't flame me if you don't like my style or the content. I'm still
virtually a virgin at this writing lark.
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"Meet me in Horizons, for a drink, at eight, is that OK? We'll go to
the 360 for Dinner after, if that's ok with you?"

"Er...well...er yes of course."

Why did Lawrence always have to spring these sort of things on me.
Here I was, standing in my hallway, soaking wet and wrapped in a very
immodest towel, and he was casually asking me out to eat in one of the
most interesting restaurants that Toronto has to offer. I didn't even
know he was in town.

"You know where it I? Its 301 Front...."

"I know Lawrence." I laughed. "I've lived here all my life remember."
Which is more than he had, he only got to come here every couple of
weeks or so, when he visited his regional offices. 'Collecting Pelts'
he called it. I'm still not sure what he did, but he had luxurious
offices on Front Street, and they cost more than a couple of loonies.
So he must be fairly wealthy.

"Right Beth, see you there then. Bye"

"Bye Lawrence." I said wistfully as I placed the receiver thoughtfully
on its cradle.

I'd only met him a couple of months before, but already I knew there
was a spark between us. Some mysterious sexual chemistry was at work
here and I was loving it. Yes and I was beginning to love him too.
There was only one small doubt lurking in the darkest recesses of my
mind, one tiny grey cloud, that flitted out of my grasp whenever I
tried to seize on it and explore its ramifications. It wasn't the sort
of thing I could put my finger on but........

I shook my head, to banish the thought. Live and be happy. That's the
way. Take each day a step at a time. Like I had to do when Mark had
walked, or, to be more exact, stormed, out of my life six months ago.
It took me weeks to come out of the empty stupor that surrounded me,
like a white mist. My misery ebbing and flowing as I thought about the
way things might have been.

Then I met Lawrence. My old Pinto had finally expired on the Gardiner
Expressway and I guess I was doing my world famous impersonation of a
damsel in distress, and he played the white knight to perfection.
Granted that he wasn't riding a white stallion, but in this day and
age a stretch Lincoln Continental tends to do just as well. To say he
swept me off my feet would be an understatement. From that point on it
was all luxury restaurants and silk sheets in his penthouse apartment.
Even my poor little Pinto got a facelift and purred sweetly when his
chauffeur delivered it back to my apartment with all the pomp and
ceremony of a visiting Royal.

I glanced idly at myself in the hall mirror. I was reasonably
attractive, even if my nose was a little on the large side and my
mouth was a bit wide. I had huge blue eyes, the only lasting legacy
from my daddy who ran off, with a rock and roll band as it happens,
even before I was old enough to climb unaided onto his knee. My straw
blond hair I picked up from my mother, from whom I also shared the
propensity  towards small breasts, with extraordinarily large nipples.
I was painfully embarrassed about them because they had a habit of
erecting suddenly - in response to the slightest stimuli - and forcing
my blouse out like coathooks. Where I got the rest of my figure from,
who knows? I smoothed the towel down over my hips and swivelled my
body sideways to study my profile. 'Not bad, maybe a little plump
around the butt, but not too bad at all, overall.' I thought, as I
critically appraised myself.

I looked at my watch. "Damn!" I exclaimed aloud. It was 7 o clock. I'd
better get a move on.

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The Taxi dropped me off at 7:45. It was a warm, august night and I was
wearing my Black Dress. Not the 'Coco Chanel Black Dress', but a
pretty good facsimile of it. I wanted to knock his eyes out tonight. I
was in need of some old fashioned good loving and I'd learned enough
in my twenty two years to understand something about what makes a man
tick.  A minidress that cut off half way up my thighs was a pretty
good start, especially as I was wearing no pantyhose, just a pair of
rather brief, black, satin and lace panties and a pair of nylons,
supported by a lace garter belt. Put together with my low cut black
lace bra, it announced that I was taking no prisoners tonight. Already
I was feeling that familiar itch, deep down in my crotch, as I thought
about what we'd be getting up to later that night.........

"That'll be twenty seven dollars lady."

"Sorry what?"

"Twenty seven dollars."

"Oh yes, right. Sorry I was miles away."

I fumbled in my purse and realised with a shock that I only had thirty
dollars on me. I handed them over and he made a great play of trying
to sort out my change. I understood what he was trying to tell me. 

"Er...keep the change."

"Thanks Lady. Have a good night."

I could have sworn he leered, but before I could say anything he
pulled out into the traffic and was gone.

I looked up at the CN tower, still the largest building in the world,
or so the City Fathers boasted. To be quite honest I'd never really
took much notice of it before. It was just there, if you know what I
mean, a landmark and something to get your bearings on if you ever
became lost. But that's all. I sure as hell couldn't afford to eat
there, not on my earnings from the Diner. Anyway when's the last time
you saw a student in the revolving restaurant, especially a final year
student whose savings have long been exhausted.

I made my way to the elevator then remembered, with a start, what one
of the big attractions of the elevator was. The glass bottom! Any
casual observer could stand there and see straight up my dress,
catching a glimpse of the adornments that were for the private viewing
pleasure of one man, and one man only. I just hoped none of those
loathsome creeps with their boot cameras weren't around, taking
'candid' shots up the skirts of any, unsuspecting, female, for the
mutual titillation of a group of nerds on the internet. I'd seen them
in the computer rooms at college, uploaded images of local girls and
getting pictures back of other hapless girls world-wide. It made me
feel slightly nauseous to think about it, to think that pictures of me
might be sitting on some website tomorrow to provide jerk off material
for a bunch of spotty no hopers.

Lost in thought I made my way to the elevator doors.

"Where to ma'am?" The man asked.

"Sorry?"

"Where are you going to ma'am?"

"Horizons."

"That'll be twelve dollars ma'am." He held out his hand expectantly.

Oh God this was soooo embarrassing. I'd just spent the last of my
money. I thought of Lawrence sitting up there waiting for me and I had
no way of contacting him, he left his mobile at his office when we
went out together.

"Can you just let me on. My...er.. boyfriend is up there and I'm sure
he'll settle with you."

He shook his head. "Sorry Ma'am."

I felt like crying and I had to bite my lip to stop it from trembling.
"Please."

He shook his head, more emphatically this time. Just then this really
smartly dressed man stepped up. He was a bit too flashy and
overpowering for me, but he looked friendly enough.

"Problems Kenny?"

"Yes Mr Lasioni. This lady wants to go to Horizons and she can't pay."

The man turned to me and flashed me an Italianate smile, all false
cheer and gold teeth. "Well, we'll see what we can do about that.
Can't have a little lady in distress can we?"

My skin was starting to crawl now, but I forced myself to smile
sweetly. "That would be most kind. I'm sure my boyfriend will repay
you when I get up there."

"Oh I'm sure I'll be repaid. " He said, enigmatically.

He handed over the money and escorted me into the elevator, then
beckoned to two guys that were leaning against a nearby pillar. He
held the door open until they'd got in, while I backed towards the
curved, glass, front of the elevator.

The elevator started ascending virtually as soon as the doors closed
and I was rather taken aback to see the city laid out at my feet. It
gave me a completely new perspective on the place where I grew up. I
was so engrossed in trying to pick out familiar landmarks, from this
hitherto unfamiliar vantage point, that I failed to notice the men
moving in on me. The two Gorillas that had got on last grabbed my arms
and spun me round to face the bulky Italian.

"Its payback time." He said and pressed the stop button.

The elevator halted its ascent and, for a brief moment, we stared at
each other. I could see him appraising my body, the long sweeping
looks that went from the tip of my toes to the crown of my head told
me that he was mentally undressing me. My heart was thumping like a
trip hammer and I had to draw on hidden reserves to stop myself from
squeaking in fear.

"Make them let go please." I said, in a high schoolgirl voice.

He shook his head and laughed. "Oh no. Not before I'm paid back."

He left me in no doubt as to what the preferred payment would be.

"I'll scream." 

He shrugged. "Do it! Who can hear you?"

Before I could reply he moved forward, crowding into my personal space
and overpowering me with his sickly aftershave.  His hand reached out
and cupped my breasts.

"Nice titties. A bit small but nice anyway."

I tried to kick him, but his henchmen jammed their feet between mine
and pulled my legs apart.

He wagged his finger in my face. "Naughty, naughty. That's not the way
to behave when a gentleman is paying you a compliment."

"I don't want compliments from you. I just want you to let me go." I
spat, fear turning my stomach upside down.

"I told you before that I'd let you go, but only after you've paid me
back what you owe me." He again reached forward and grabbed my
breasts, squeezing and moulding them like he was trying to extract
juice from an orange.

I squirmed this way and that to avoid his wandering hands, but his
unsmiling henchmen held me rigidly in place. He drew his fingers into
cones and concentrated on my nipples. Which betrayed me! Like they
always did. They might as well be twin beacons saying "Beth is on
heat. Come and Fuck her!". Worst of all, the embers of the tickle
between my legs was being fanned into the itching, licking, flame of
arousal.

"Nice nips." He said admiringly. He said something to his cronies in,
what I assumed was, Italian and they allowed their granite faces to
crack slightly into a smile. 

He looked into my eyes and said, matter of factly. "May as well see
what's hidden under dress number 1." And with no preamble or courtesy,
his hand plunged under the hem of my dress. I could feel his hairy
hand on the inside of my thighs, making its way up towards my secrets.

"No!" I croaked. "Please don't!"

He ignored me and I felt his finger extend and start to rub the gusset
of my panties. The ones that cost me nearly two days worth of tips to
buy. The ones that were only to be dampened in response to my
boyfriend's caresses, not some ape I'd only just met. I wished the
floor of the elevator could have cracked and plunged us all down to
our deaths, rather than go through this. This was obscene.

I squirmed. He delved and the Rockapes held me, effortlessly, tight.

I don't know what other women would have done in that position.
Screamed? Fought them? Whatever? What did I do? I got wet!

It was a losing battle. I was already switched on mentally to the
thought of a good old fashioned, headboard banging, fuck tonight and
these guys had just brought the agenda forward by a few hours.

He sawed away between my, involuntarily,  parted thighs like he was
trying to wear a hole in my panties and I stood there shaking in fear,
revulsion and the first faint stirrings of overwhelming lust.

"Aaah! Stop, pleeease, ooh. No, no moooore." I desperately tried to
garner my mental resources to proclaim, in a voice loud and true, that
I didn't want any more. Leave me alone. Stop doing that. But somewhere
between my brain and my mouth it met the express train of my lust and
it was reduced to a flattened, pathetic, series of whimpers as my
arousal took flight.

"You're getting wet!" He stated as if he was describing the weather.

"Ah, Ah. Fuck yooooou." I breathed as his finger continued to work its
unwelcome magic on me.

"Good girl." He smiled. "That's just what I intend to do."

Before I knew what was happening he pulled open the fly of his pants
and extracted his tool. He stroked it for a moment and I watched in
morbid fascination as it grew to steel hardness. He wasn't overly
large, but in my limited experience it looked like it could wreak a
fair amount of damage up inside me.

He nodded to the men and they pulled my legs further apart and hiked
my dress up over my hips. Now I stood, straddled wantonly, my panties
clinging damply to my crotch as he pushed the tip of his tool towards
me.

"No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Wide eyed in terror I watched him pull my
panties to one side and line the purple, visibly throbbing, head up
with my hole. He grabbed my face with both hands and made me stare
into his eyes as he shuffled his hips in order to provide the easiest
penetration. Then with one, almost superhuman, lunge he was inside me.

I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out apart from a gasp
that drew the warm air into the deepest recesses of my lungs. He was
now hard at work, hammering his prick deeper and deeper inside me
trying to impale me fully with his spear. His hands were grasping my
hips, drawing me onto his manhood as he thrust deeply inside my tender
hole.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" I shouted as he repeatedly bashed me against the side of
the elevator with his wildly pistoning hips. I could feel my insides
start to melt under the barrage and my resolve dissolved as he fanned
the flames of my desire.

"F-F-F-Fuckerrrrr!" I grunted in time to his thrusts. I swear I've
never hated anyone quite so much as I did him in those few frenetic
minutes as he started to work me towards my most amazing cum ever.
Second on my hate list was myself.  I was getting off on it. A public,
humiliating and violent rape and I was getting so hot I sizzled.

He lifted me up by the back of my thighs, so my legs dangled either
side of him, my back pressed hard against the back of the elevator.
And still he hammered me.

I felt the hands holding my arms relax and I brought my hands up and
rested them on his shoulders.

And the beat went on!

Dimly I was aware of movement. One of them had pressed the start
button and we were falling swiftly, the town rising up beneath my
dangling legs as he rammed me into orgasm.

I could feel his balls tightening and dropping on my thighs as he
prepared to ejaculate into me. I was too far gone to care that he was
about to burst his dam inside me, flooding me with his juices.

"Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" I shouted. Head tilted back, legs kicking
wildly, my thighs trying to draw him in as my orgasm took root and I
prepared to fly.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" It burst full upon me as he started to pump wads of
cream inside my quivering twat.

Wave after wave of crashing, scintillating pleasure radiated out from
my cunt as my release finally hit me.

I swear I must have stopped breathing with the intensity of my cum, my
whole body wrapped tightly around his as he continued to spurt.

Finally it was over and I was just coming down as the doors slid open
and I found myself face to face with two elegant middle aged couples
in Evening Dress.

Before I could speak the Lasione creep, whose leavings were trickling
down the inside of my thigh, remarked casually.  "Nice fuck. Worth $12
of anyone's money. Thanks Babe."

They hustled me out of the Elevator and I stood there in shame as the
looks of contempt from the middle aged couples washed over me in waves
of burning humiliation. Fortunately the doors closed and I was just
left with the smirking face of Kenny and the retreating backs of the
Italian and his two Gorillas.

I turned to Kenny and tried to keep my voice calm as I said.

"Could I go up to Horizons now please?"

He shook his head. "That'll be twelve dollars please."

"But... I have just... er... paid you." I stuttered.

"Sorry. That was for that trip. Its $12 per trip so if you want to
travel on it again then you'll have to pay again.  That's the rules."

"But...but..."

He looked around and almost whispered to me, conspiratorially. "There
is a way." He tilted his head down towards his crotch, which was
hidden behind his desk.

I thought about Lawrence waiting for me up there and I knew I had no
choice if I didn't want him to think I wasn't coming.

I just hoped I wouldn't ruin my stockings as I shuffled under the desk
and pulled down his zipper.........

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