Chapter 5
Susan Hansen tried to get to sleep. The warm glow left over from her session with Amber still amazed her. She didn't consider the idea of making it with another woman to be evil, but it had been totally unexpected tonight. The girl recognized the pressures on her. She had been trapped in the elevator and that had spooked her. The idea of being so helpless had panicked her totally.
No one could know the cold, clutching fear she had felt when the elevator's brakes had failed. Every sick crunch of metal and the smoldering slide of the elevator down to the basement had been like a nail driven into her coffin. She had been terrified.
The rescue had been so sudden she had no time to adjust to the fact her life was no longer in danger. Everything had come crashing in her. The idea of the entire city being blacked out affected her, too. There were others out there, trapped as she had been, perhaps not as lucky. Death and destruction and all on the same night.
She turned over on the sofa and stretched her long, lithe legs. She sighed, remembering what it had been like having Amber's pussy pulled so close to her lips. She licked her lips again and tasted the salty tang of woman-wine. It had been good. No, it had been great.
Susan knew she was safe now but her mind refused to let loose of the panic. If only she could sleep. The lovemaking with Amber had relaxed her. Now all she needed was the sweet release of some real sleep.
Instead of sleep, she stared upward at the ceiling. The entire building was empty. She and the others on this floor might be the only ones left in the huge structure. That thought didn't console her any. Silently, she got up off the sofa and went to a window to look out over the city.
The lights usually cheered her. There was something sexy about seeing the lights twinkle on and off in the night. The atmosphere sometimes blurred over with smog, but she could live with that for the joy of seeing the lights. They were like old friends. And like all things mortal, they had died. They no longer comforted her when she needed them the most. If anything, their passing had caused all her troubles.
She had seldom felt more alone in the world than she did now. There wasn't anywhere she could go. The streets would be like a jungle down below. Looters would be out stealing whatever they could carry off, killing anyone who got in the way. Perhaps the police were shooting and trying to stop them. She doubted it. The cops were so ineffectual. They didn't do anything to prevent crime. That was too dangerous. They would much rather investigate long after the crime had been committed.
A tiny noise startled Susan. She spun and peered into the gloom of the office. "Who's there?" she demanded. No answer. She took a step toward the distant door, then paused. She remembered she was stark naked. Why bother dressing after the lovemaking with Amber? There hadn't seemed to be any reason so she had simply lain down on the couch to try to sleep.
Now her nakedness mocked her. She was vulnerable, alone, at the mercy of whoever it was sneaking through the office.
"Who's there?" she repeated. She inched toward the sofa and her clothes. She had some crazy idea that dressing would ward off the dangers now closing in on her.
Another slight noise. Nothing much but enough to tell the girl that she wasn't merely imagining things. Someone was in the room with her. And that someone didn't want to be detected. She worked her way around the edge of the room until she came to the light switch.
"Show yourself!" she cried, her fingers working at the light switch. As she turned it on and off, her mind refused to believe that the lights would not come on. They always did. All her life the lights had sprung into life at her back and call. Not now. The power was off and the lights were dead.
A snigger sounded to her left. Panicky, she turned and faced that direction. Only a gathering of shadows could be seen. And it moved slowly toward her. Backing away, she stumbled over a chair and tumbled to the floor. Before she could get to her feet, the shadow rushed her.
Strong hands gripped at her arms. She fought and flailed out, screaming, "Leave me alone! Go away!"
A meaty fist hit her on the side of her head, dazing her. She slumped back to the floor, limp as a rag doll. Again came the snigger, awful and menacing.
A voice sounded this time. "You're beautiful. Too beautiful to be allowed to stay here alone. Don't you want a man, a real man? A man like me. I'm rich, I tell you, rich and powerful. I can give a beautiful girl all she wants."
Hands stroked obscenely over her body. She struggled to escape the grip. She failed. She was too dazed to really move. The blow to her head had robbed her of all her will.
She simply lay there like a dog. The man towered above her, his face cloaked in darkness. She couldn't even make out what shape his body was. Everything seemed indistinct, anonymous. As sudden as a bolt of lightning in the twilight, she realized she was going to be raped if she didn't do something.
The blonde girl kicked out and caught the man at the knees. She pressed her advantage and kicked again. The shadowy shape went down in a pile and she managed to slip away. Her feet back under her, she bolted for the door.
Heavy panting and grunting came from behind her. She ran faster down the deserted hall. Susan wondered where the others were. There was Amber and Randy and Marty Reinhardt and even that odious Harrison Salter around somewhere. But where?
She turned and looked behind her. The man following neared. She darted and ducked under his groping arms.
"Don't be that way. I'm rich! I did it all myself. You're going to like fucking with me. I promise. A nice young blonde girl like you will love it. I'll even give you money."
The words drove into her brain like heated spikes. She felt each and every one as a blow against her. The man considered her nothing more than a cheap whore. He was going to rape her and use her and then leave her. He might even kill her. The idea that, with the lights out, no one would know what was being done developed a brand-new meaning for her.
It wasn't only sexual matters that changed. Some people might change totally. Enough to kill.
Hands gripped at her boobs. Sweaty as she was, she managed to slip free. As she started to scream, a hand closed on her mouth again. The blond girl bit down as hard as she could. The girl felt herself being lifted up and off the ground. No longer touching the floor, she was dumped helpless into a nearby office.
She fell heavily, her stomach pressing into the back of a chair. She was totally bent over it, her ass poking up into the air. Susan gasped for breath and it eluded her. She felt her hands being pulled behind her back and lashed firmly with the man's belt.
"Let's go back into the other office. I want to make sure my little pigeon doesn't try flying the coop again."
He picked her up like a sack of potatoes. He carried her down the empty hallway. The entire way she wondered where the others were. Maybe this was just a horrible joke on her. Maybe they were all sitting in one of the offices and watching and laughing at her fright.
As they entered the office in which she and Amber had fucked, the girl knew that wasn't the way it was at all. This was for real. This man intended to rape her, no matter what she could do to stop him.
"Please, mister, don't do this to me. I... I've never done anything to you. Why hurt me?"
"I'm not going to hurt you," the shadow figure puffed. "This is going to be fun. Lots of fun. Don't tell me you young hussies don't put out for any stud who comes along. You always ignored the-likes of me because I was never handsome or suave enough. But now I've got money. All you cunts like money, don't you?"
He dropped her across another chair. She felt the air whoosing from her lungs. By the time she was able to breath normally again, he had found her clothes and was binding her to the chair. She remained bent double over the straight-backed chair. Her legs were securely fastened with strips of her blouse to either of the chair legs. She managed to lift her body upward.
He shoved her back down and snapped, "Don't struggle, damn you. You cunts are all prick teasers. You flaunt your tits and wiggle your ass and then when a guy goes for it, you turn him off. All you bitches deserve anything you get!"
"Mister, I don't know you," she pleaded. "Don't hurt me. Don't kill me, please!"
Never had panic reigned more supreme inside the young girl's body. She was totally helpless and at the man's mercy-and she doubted there was any mercy in him. A dim figure, anonymous, coming out of the darkness, he could do whatever he wanted to her and who would ever know? She could not even identify him.
She tensed her muscles and immediately began straining against the bonds on her ankles. Hope surged. She felt the cloth beginning to tear. She kept at it while the man made lewd noises as he played with her panties and pantyhose.
As he approached her again, Susan jerked hard and her legs came free. Kicking back, she connected with his shins. She plunged forward, toppling the chair. For a brief instant, she thought she would be able to escape. Then one foot tangled in the shreds of her blouse. It held her to the chair leg long enough for the man to recover.
Snarling, he grabbed her roughly and shook her like a dog might shake a trapped rat. She felt her teeth rattling and panic momentarily blacked her out. Susan wasn't the kind to faint, but she did now.
"This should hold you, you dumb bitch. You don't know what you're passing up, trying to escape like that."
She opened her eyes and almost died of fright. The man had opened the window in the office and shoved her through it. She felt the cold ledge cutting into her belly. Her legs were still inside the office but nothing but thirty seven stories of emptiness yawned beneath her. If he decided, he could simply toss her out the window.
The girl tried to hunker down and creep back into the room. The man stopped her. His hand resting on her ass promised that she would receive more torment if she didn't stop struggling.
Through the glass, she heard him say, "Go on and scream all you want. Nobody's going to hear you from up here. And the windows seem to be adequately sound-proofed. None of the others will come to your aid. You are helpless, girl, totally helpless."
She could see the darkened city stretching out in front of her. It almost seemed to beckon to her. She closed her eyes at the thought of falling all those stories to her death. Then she knew that there might be something worse than simply dying.
The man moved close to her and rammed his cock between her ass-cheeks.
"All my life I've wanted to do this," he groaned. "But none of you prick-teasing chicks would ever let me. You always said I was too ugly. Now I'm rich and I can do anything a rich man can do. And I want to fuck the crap out of you!"
She was crying openly at the humiliation. His belt still tied her hands firmly behind her back. Every thrust of his prick into her cunt knocked her forward into the window sill. She felt in dire need of something to grab hold of. She might plunge to her death at any instant.
"Stop it!"
"Hardly," he laughed. "This is too nice. And that pussy of yours is too tight. This is fun!"
He began fucking her with faster and faster strokes. She tried to take him into her body without cringing. The girl worried that any movement at all on her part might toss her out into the yawning abyss between the buildings. She would go to her death, the last thought in her head being that she had been raped.
Even fear couldn't erase all her body's reactions. The heavy battering ram of cock-flesh entering her warmed her pussy. At first there was intense friction as his unlubricated prick dragged along her cunt-walls. The feel of a man's prick lit the fires inside her. She began to juice up a little. The feel of fucking cock sliding in and out faster and faster soon made her pussy into the liquid bog it always became during a real fucking.
"You like it, don't you, cunt? Of course you do. All you stupid sluts love it when a rich man fucks you. You get a feeling of power out of being wrapped all around a rich man's dork. Admit it!"
She swallowed hard. The girl was too confused and frightened to be able to speak. All she knew was the death awaiting her if she slipped and the wondrous feeling of the man's prick fucking her. She hated herself for responding to that fucking. To be raped was bad, but to want it like she was doing was even worse!
Her body responded exactly the way it always did to the sensuous feel of a man's thick cock driving deeply into her pussy. She felt her cunt-walls begin to massage and squeeze erotically on the hidden prick. No matter it was a man raping her. No matter that the man might actually kill her of she didn't pleasure him enough. She was responding. And she came.
The muscular contractions of orgasm smashed through her tender body until she was sure it would cause her to fall. Somehow, in a way she didn't really want to examine, the fear of dying added sexual zest to the come.
"You love my prick, don't you, cunt?" the man demanded. His huge cock split her cunt lips wide open and plunged repeatedly into her tightly held interior. His hands rested lightly on her ass-cheeks, then gripped with frantic fury.
She felt her ass-flesh flow like putty under that grip. The red welts from where he grabbed her ass hurt like hell. But the girl was lost in the sensations of the fucking. No matter that he pulled her ass-cheeks apart as he fucked her. The feelings inside were what mattered the most to her. She came again.
Tensing up, she could feel the contours of his cock perfectly. The girl wondered if this might not be the last time she felt a man's prick in her. It would be so easy of him to dispose of her after he had finished. All he had to do was open the window a little bit and grab her ankles. A tiny tug and she would be through the window and on her way down to death on the pavement below.
The thick head of his prick poked against her pussy-lips and then surged far into her belly. The bell-shaped head perched on the end of his fuck stick spread her pussy wide. She felt as if he might be tearing her apart inside until she realized it was fear that made her cunt seem smaller than usual. She luxuriated in the warmth of his prick as it pistoned back and forth inside her. And the big blue vein on the top of his cock pulsed with life.
How could such a wonderous thing as fucking be turned into a perverted nightmare? She swallowed hard, her mouth dry, and peered down into the abyss below.
And then she felt the sweet surge of his come jetting into her cunt. He whitewashed her down with his sperm. She felt his prick begin to melt inside her cunt. When it dribbled out, she felt renewed fear. What would he do with her now?
She didn't have long to wait for the answer. A bull roar came from inside the office. "That wasn't good enough! You bitch! You slimy cunt! You milked my cock so you wouldn't have to let me fuck you any more!"
She wanted to argue with the logic of that, but words still jumbled up in her throat. Susan realized in a dim way that anything she said would be wrong. She couldn't possibly please this demented man. He was intent on raping her and nothing else.
The window was raised and she simply knew he was going to toss her out. She slipped a little bit and felt the cold lump of fear inside her belly. And then she was sliding painfully across the window sill-being pulled back into the office.
"Thank you, mister, thank you," she sobbed. "I'm so grateful! I... I'll do anything you want. Anything!"
"Of course you will," he said coldly. "I am your master and I command you to suck my cock!"
She tried to get a good look at the man then. When he realized what she was doing, he hit her. It was only an openhanded slap across her cheek but it stung like fire and knocked her sprawling. The man swarmed all over her. In less than a minute, he had wrapped her pantyhose around her eyes enough times to effectively blindfold her. No matter how she strained now, she would never be able to tell who this man was.
"Now, bitch, suck my cock."
Susan was sobbing again. She didn't know what he wanted from her. It had to be more than a simple blow-job. If he would only leave her alone, she would gladly give him head.
"Suck, damn you, suck!"
"Where are you?" she asked. "I'm blind. I can't even tell what direction you're in."
"Come and find me. And if you don't..." The words carried a menace that sparked even more fear in the young girl's heart. She felt her pulse accelerating again. Her tits heaved up and down and more and more blood pounded into them. It was the same as sexual arousal and the man mistook her fear for that.
"You love this little game, don't you? Well, come to your rich sugar daddy. I've got all the money you'll ever need. And I'll share it with you-if you suck my cock!"
She was hampered in her movements by the belt binding her wrists behind her back. The stockings on her eyes kept her from seeing even dim outlines in the office. All she had to go on was the sound of his voice. He moved a little to one side and she tried to follow, walking clumsily on her knees.
"More. Come a bit more to the right, my little slave. My, my, how helpless you are tied like that. And blind! Why you'll never know what you're sucking on."
She felt something shoved against her lips. She tried to take it into her mouth when a metallic tang assailed her taste buds. The girl almost gagged. He had shoved a stapler into her mouth.
"You don't like that, huh? Try this. It's a bit warmer."
Hesitantly, she sucked and found the man had shoved one of his fingers into her mouth. This was all right. While it wasn't anything as exciting as a prick, it wasn't anything disgusting either. She sucked and found herself being led around like a dog on a leash.
"Now for my cock," he said.
She moved forward just a little and banged into the wall. The cool breeze against her face told her he had led her back to the window. While she was in no danger of falling out, the thought wouldn't leave her mind: she could be cast out that window any time he wanted.
"No, no! I don't want to die!"
"Then give me head! Now!"
A strong hand grabbed a handful of her blond hair and pulled her blind face into a smelly crotch.
"Suck!" he repeated.
Her lips dragged over the limp prick. She hesitantly shot out her tongue and cradled the flaccid organ. Bouncing it around a little, she was finally able to tease it into her mouth. The taste of jizz was strong, but so was the taste of her own fuck-juices. This aroused the girl more than she cared to think about.
At least she was able to take her mind off the fact that the man had total power over her. He could kill her as easily as force her to suck him stiff again.
Her tongue looped around the limp cock and began a slow, rhythmic motion against it. She heard the man moan softly and knew she was giving him enough to keep him happy. When she began to suck on his cock, he groaned even louder. She felt his prick begin to stiffen. The girl hardly thought it was possible that he could get another erection so soon after coming up her cunt-hole.
But he did.
Soon, she had a mouthful of erection. Licking and stroking all over the bulbous knob made the man jump around. When his hand pulled her face forcefully into his crotch, she was almost ready for it. The rubbery tip of his prick bounced off the roof of her mouth and shot down into her throat.
She almost gagged. Almost. She was no Linda Lovelace but she could take a man's cock. And she did.
The cock throbbed and pulsed hard in the tight berth of her throat. Every time she swallowed, her Adam's apple would bob and stimulate the most sensitive portion of the man's prick. She finally ran out of air and tried to back away from his cock. He refused to let her leave. She panicked. She was suffocating, the cock preventing the flow of air.
Finally, when he decided he wanted to let her go, she moved away. Panting harshly, she managed to get air flowing into her chest again. She knew her tits were heaving, probably giving the man an exciting sight.
It no longer mattered. Nothing mattered to her. She was used, degraded, abused. He could do anything to her and it wouldn't matter.
"Bitch," he said.
And then he did something which proved how wrong she was. He came in her face. The hot spunk spattered into her lips and cheeks and then the spurting hose of cock was aimed higher. The sticky white jism went into her lustrous blond hair.
He shoved her to the floor and walked off. She began to cry, humiliated, forced to suck on him, his come in her hair.