Chapter Two
Victoria parked the car and tried to walk without limping in her high heels to the elevator. She smiled at the attendant and gave him a wave. He waved back. They had exchanged waves for nearly five years, but Victoria did not know his name. She and the others in the office would take up a collection for him every Christmas and someone else would deliver it to the glass and steel cage that was his workspace. She waited at the elevator with other office drones, looking in her purse for her lipstick. The doors opened with the familiar ding and she and the others filed in, looking anywhere but at each other.
She shifted in her heels. She still ached from last nights’ stormy encounter with her demon. Her insides were sore and her inner thighs ached from squeezing his hips. She dropped her lipstick. There was no way to bend down in the crowded elevator to pick it up. The man next to her knew it fell, for the silver capsule bounced off his loafer. He glanced down without moving his head. Victoria could not even slide her shoe over to kick the lipstick against the wall to retrieve later. She waited impatiently for the ding that signaled her floor. She was the last to get off, waiting for room to go down in her tight skirt and pick up the expensive lipstick.
When she touched it she felt a thrill through her fingers as if the capsule held an electric charge. She frowned. Soon the doors would close and the elevator would be called to another floor. She tucked the capsule of her lipstick in her purse and stood, ready to put her foot out to stop the doors from closing.
But they did close. The man who had been standing next to her had his finger jammed on the round glowing button that closed the doors. She felt the car shift up and then down again.
“Wait!” she called to him, “That was my floor!”
He turned around as the car stopped between floors. The control panel flashed a red warning light and the light panels above them dimmed and flickered. He looked at her and she recognized Michael. From Legal.
“Michael,” she said, “The elevator is jammed.”
He did not answer, but dropped his briefcase and began to loosen his tie. His hands slid down his shirt front and flapped open his belt.
“Michael! Mr. Brand!” She put her purse in front of her and backed against the wall of the elevator car. She considered taking off one of her pumps and using it as a weapon. She was wearing the stilettos today. Good call.
By now his pants were down around his ankles and his hand had retrieved his cock. He pulled it out from the slit in his boxers and held it like a weapon. Victoria bent quickly, dropped her purse and took a shoe in hand.
That is when she met Michael Brand’s eyes, her arm raised, ready to smack him with her shoe. Mr. Brand from Legal no longer looked at her with an attorney’s brown eyes. They glittered yellow with vertical slits. His cock was no ordinary attorney’s cock, either. She dropped her shoe.
“Demon,” she breathed. He had never come to her anywhere but at her own house. Ever.
The Demon did not speak but instead arched backward to bring his hard cock forward so she could see it better in the flashing emergency lights of the elevator. He pointed his free hand at her and all the buttons of her expensive blouse popped and bounced off the panels of the elevator. Her tight skirt fell to her feet and her bra and panties split with the sound of tearing paper. There was no resistance, nowhere to go. She swallowed, wondering at this new development and a small quiet voice in the back of her head suggested that she was going mad, that is was all a vision and that in a moment she would hear the bell that signaled another start of another day in the office among invoices and phone calls.
But his dripping cock was before her now, and he was yanking hard at it, his yellow eyes moved up and down the remnants of her business suit. Her hairpins popped out of her hair and the light brown chignon she had carefully coifed that morning unrolled, allowing her hair the freedom to drift around her cheeks and over one shoulder. The gasped as the edges of her hair touched her breasts and he thrust his hips in rhythm with the strokes of his hand. The tips of her hair ticked her nipples and made them stand firm and erect against the creamy whiteness of her round breasts. His cock grew larger. Not an ordinary cock. Not fist –sized anymore. Not the cock of a human. This one was too large to fit inside a woman. Victoria eyed it with concern and her knees pressed together of their own accord.
“You would kill me with that,” she said softly, hoping that was not his intent, though her own body had begun to respond to the sight of the man pleasuring himself in so vigorous a fashion.
He was panting and gasping, pulling the shaft hard and spinning his fingers over the head with each stroke. He took a staggering step toward her, unsteady with his ankles bound by folds of his designer trousers. His arm pushed her against the panels of the elevator. The hand that had been squeezing his cock steered its hugeness between her legs and aimed it up high between her legs. She leaned away and tried to keep her knees together, but he used his other arm on her shoulder to press her down and into him. She felt herself stretch with the effort of taking him in. He took his hand from the shaft when the head entered her and now used both hands on her hips to position her better. She felt like she was stuck high on the limb of a tree.
He stopped moving. She stopped trying to wriggle free.
“Victoria,” he said. Then his hips moved and pushed the huge cock in further and lifted her toes from the floor. The elevator hummed and she heard distant pounding up the shaft. The firemen had arrived.
She closed her eyes. It happened every time her demon lover impaled her. Her body betrayed her. Even now she felt the gush of warm juices embracing his cock inside her, welcoming his member to her soft insides. She sighed with resignation. He had been waiting for that warm welcome. Now he began to move again, the back of her head tapped gently on the panels of the wall as he caught a rhythm that pleased him. She heard the banging rhythm of the firemen above, trying to break into the shaft and open the trapped car. The demon pressed harder, not trying to pleasure her this time, but only himself.
Her breasts bobbed from the force of his thrusts, but by the time she had begun to feel the creeping tingles that heralded a blossoming orgasm, he had finished. His hot spurts burned her inside as they always did and his groan and his grimace were on another man’s face this time. Michael Brand. From Legal.
The semen dripped down the insides of her thighs as he withdrew a normal man-sized penis, now flaccid and glistening. The yellow eyes faded and were replaced by puzzled brown ones.
Michael Brand frowned as he recognized her, his eyes widened as he looked down at the limp penis in his hand and at her torn clothing at her feet. He looked at her and she saw panic in the brown eyes. “Victoria? From Accounting?”
A fireman’s ax crashed through the overhead panel and it was peeled back to reveal the startled faces of three members of Fraternal Order Number 586.
Victoria heard her voice that did not come from her throat scream, “Rape!”