Descent into Terror (Hoselvr and Sweetlust) - Rape Board

Hoselvr · 05-14-2013, 07:51 PM

She did what I was hoping. Her hands gripped mine as I pulled the skirt slowly up her legs. I concentrated on the feeling of her pantyhose sliding along the outside of my hand. Desperately she tried to prevent me from continuing, pushing at my hands, wishing for them to lower the skirt. She yelled and complained, demanding me to stop. My grin increased. As my hands reach near her ass, the skirt bunching up around her hips, I released another laugh. Then, one of her hands let go of mine and became a blurred movement.

She struck me below the chin. At first, I just grinned, thinking she had failed again at defending herself. Suddenly, something didn’t feel right. I coughed, wondering what happened to the oxygen in the elevator. I was certain even with the power off the elevators weren’t fully sealed and would still allow passive exchange of the air through the vents on the walls near the ceiling. Then the tightness and pain enveloped my throat. I staggered backwards, bent over and confused – repeatedly coughing. Numerous questions flooded my mind. Why were the lights so dim? Why wasn’t the elevator moving? Most of all, who the hell was this woman and why was she taking her clothes off? I coughed again and worked to clear my throat, concentrating on drawing more air in. Slowly my mind began to clear. The pressure on my throat also began to lessen, though the odd feeling there continued.

I blinked my eyes in the dim light and collected my bearings. I was in an elevator that wasn’t moving. A half-dressed woman stood in front of me with a startled look on her face. Then, things became clearer - I had been molesting this sexy woman and got distracted when she hit me in the throat. Not a bad punch, but it was time to continue before the elevator’s power came back on. Before I could react – the woman did.

05-14-2013, 07:51 PM	#21
Hoselvr Privileged Member Join Date: Aug 2007 Posts: 329 Reputation: 3164	She did what I was hoping. Her hands gripped mine as I pulled the skirt slowly up her legs. I concentrated on the feeling of her pantyhose sliding along the outside of my hand. Desperately she tried to prevent me from continuing, pushing at my hands, wishing for them to lower the skirt. She yelled and complained, demanding me to stop. My grin increased. As my hands reach near her ass, the skirt bunching up around her hips, I released another laugh. Then, one of her hands let go of mine and became a blurred movement. She struck me below the chin. At first, I just grinned, thinking she had failed again at defending herself. Suddenly, something didn’t feel right. I coughed, wondering what happened to the oxygen in the elevator. I was certain even with the power off the elevators weren’t fully sealed and would still allow passive exchange of the air through the vents on the walls near the ceiling. Then the tightness and pain enveloped my throat. I staggered backwards, bent over and confused – repeatedly coughing. Numerous questions flooded my mind. Why were the lights so dim? Why wasn’t the elevator moving? Most of all, who the hell was this woman and why was she taking her clothes off? I coughed again and worked to clear my throat, concentrating on drawing more air in. Slowly my mind began to clear. The pressure on my throat also began to lessen, though the odd feeling there continued. I blinked my eyes in the dim light and collected my bearings. I was in an elevator that wasn’t moving. A half-dressed woman stood in front of me with a startled look on her face. Then, things became clearer - I had been molesting this sexy woman and got distracted when she hit me in the throat. Not a bad punch, but it was time to continue before the elevator’s power came back on. Before I could react – the woman did.