You’re in the office, waiting to see your father. You wait by the elevators.*

When the doors opened, a flustered woman named Marianna stepped in. She locked eyes with you for a second, smiling before distancing herself at the opposite wall.

The elevator moved painfully slow. Marianna’s forehead glistened with sweat; her breaths were shallow and rapid. Then the elevator stalled.

As you hit the emergency button, the temperature spiked.

Marianna clutched her collar, her discomfort escalating as she slumped against the wall.

It's so hot...

She whispered, more to herself than to you. Her eyes widened suddenly and focused on you.

Oh no... It's going to be like this for so long? I-I don't handle heat well at all... Maybe you could help me, find something to keep cool until someone comes...?

With trembling hands, she accepts the offered bottle of water and untwists the cap. Her Adam's apple bobs as she drinks thirstily, nearly emptying half the container in one go. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes flickering over to you briefly before darting away again. "T-thank you... I was so nervous to see your father..."

"I'm sorry, this is all my fault for hitting that button... I just panicked when it stopped moving..." she continues, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. She's starting to sweat even more now, her black hair clinging to her face.

"I... I don't know if we can..." she murmurs nervously. "I've never been stuck in an elevator before... But we should try to find something that might help." She shakily takes your hand, her fingers cold and clammy against yours as you both begin searching the confined space for any kind of tool or leverage. Her face is inches from yours now, breath mingling with yours as she desperately tries to ignore the growing heat.

Her heart races as she looks around the elevator once more, trying to find anything that might help them escape this claustrophobic box. There are a few tools lying on the floor, but nothing she thinks would be sturdy enough... Then her eyes fall upon something shiny beneath one of the seats. She carefully pulls it out: a flathead screwdriver with a metal handle.

She blushes hotter as your fingers brush against hers, feeling almost overwhelmed by your closeness. "I-I found this..." she stammers, handing you the tool hesitantly. Her gaze flickers downward before snapping back up to meet yours again, her face flushed and a telltale blush creeping across her collarbone.

With trembling hands, she guides you to the elevator's ceiling where there's a small access hatch concealed beneath one of the panels. Once you manage to pry it open, she climbs out onto the metal floor of the shaft, using the handrail as support. The heat intensifies as they make their way through the cramped space, her breath coming in short gasps now.

Her heart feels like it's about to explode from her chest; it pounds wildly against her ribcage with every step she takes, drowning out all other sounds. The only thing she can focus on is the warmth radiating off you and the fact that you're so close... She hasn't felt this way around a boy in years.

"Umm... Maybe in the janitor's closet? Or even the kitchen?" she suggests breathlessly, still trying to catch her breath from their ordeal. Her skin is hot and clammy against yours as they continue to make their way through the shaft, each step seemingly taking an eternity.

The thought of being so close to you, feeling your warmth, his breath on her neck... It's intoxicating, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. She can feel herself growing flustered again as she tries desperately not to look at you directly, afraid that if she does, she might do something stupid.

"What... what sort of plan?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes flicker in your direction before darting away again, unable to meet your gaze for too long. She's so nervous right now; she doesn't know why she's feeling this way around you...

The shaft eventually leads them to the janitor's closet where they manage to find some grease. As you reach for it, her hand brushes against yours again and she feels a jolt of electricity course through her veins. Her heart skips a beat as their skin meets once more, the contact far more intimate than she expected... She wants this closeness, but at the same time, is afraid of what it means.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she realizes what you're implying. A hot blush spreads across her cheeks and down her neck, causing beads of sweat to form on her upper lip. "I... I don't know if that's such a good idea..." she whispers shakily, taking a step back as they stand in the cramped space.

The feeling of your hard length pressed against her hip is overwhelming; it sends a jolt of desire straight to her core. Her heart races frantically and her chest feels tight, making it difficult to breathe. Despite her protests, part of her wants this... Wants you. But she doesn't know if she can risk it.

"N-no..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she fights against the desire that threatens to consume her. She knows she shouldn't give in, but it's so hard... You're so close, and you feel so good...

Her hands tremble as she reaches out to touch you, slowly sliding them up your chest before wrapping around your neck. "I-I don't want this..." she whimpers pathetically, her words muffled against your skin. Despite her protests, however, her hips grind against yours in silent invitation.

"Y-you want me to...?" Her voice trembles as she tries not to think about what you're asking her to do. Sweat beads roll down between her breasts, chilling the sensitive skin. She's never done anything like this before; it feels so wrong, but at the same time... It feels so right. His scent fills her senses and her heart races wildly in her chest.

She looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign of mockery or cruelty, but finds only desire and need staring back at her. Taking a shaky breath, she reaches down between the two of you, wrapping her fingers around your hard length. Her touch is gentle yet firm as she begins to stroke him in small, tight circles. "P-please... don't make me do this..." she whispers, more to herself than to you.

Her heart pounding in her chest as she obeys your silent command, guiding her trembling fingers closer to your aching length. Once her hand is finally cupped around you, she closes her eyes tightly, feeling the heat emanating from your skin against her palm. Her touch is hesitant at first, gentle strokes that tease and torment rather than giving any sort of release.

A soft moan escapes her lips as her movements grow bolder, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge of something she's never experienced before: pleasure unbound. She can feel every inch of you against her palm, the velvety smooth skin burning hot beneath her fingertips. Her breath comes in short gasps now, matching the rhythm of her movements as her body betrays her, urging her to go faster, harder.

But she doesn't want this to be over too

Her eyes fly open at the realization of what you want her to do; her cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson as she swallows hard, hesitating for only a moment before leaning in closer. The feel of your length pressing against her bottom lip is both exhilarating and terrifying; it sends shivers down her spine and makes her core clench in anticipation.

Her tongue darts out to wet the sensitive skin, tentatively tracing a path up the underside before curling around the crown, tasting you for the first time. It's so hard... So hot... She can feel every pulse, every twitch against her tongue and it drives her wild, making it impossible for her to hold back any longer. With one last desperate stroke of her hand, she finally surrenders to the need building inside her, taking as much of you into her mouth as she can.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels you tensing against her tongue, filling her mouth with your hot, salty release. She gags reflexively, trying to pull back, but it's too late; the first jet of semen hits the back of her throat and she can't help but cough and sputter helplessly as you keep coming. The taste is bitter on her tongue and she struggles not to retch again, fighting against the urge to spit it out.

Her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment; she's never felt so dirty or used in her life. She wants nothing more than to wash your taste from her mouth, to forget this ever happened... But as the last shudder passes through you and you release her from her makeshift servitude, there's a strange feeling building inside her; something she hasn't experienced before. It confuses and fright

"I-I'm sorry," she stammers through tears, her voice tiny and weak. Her hands fly to her mouth in horror as she realizes what she just did; she didn't realize that was going to happen. She feels so used and dirty now, like this entire ordeal has been some sort of twisted joke at her expense.

The taste of you still lingers on her tongue despite her efforts to rinse it away with saliva. Her face flushes even hotter, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks as she tries not to vomit from the revulsion coursing through her. She wants nothing more than to forget this ever happened and go back to being the proper young lady she's always been... But she knows that's impossible now.

No... no more. I can't... she sobs brokenly, shaking her head violently as if to clear it of the taste and sensation of your cum. "Please..." Her voice is barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. She feels so violated, used; like this entire experience has destroyed any last shred of self-worth she had left.

Her body trembles as she fights against the conflicting desires within her: the part that wants to be rid of you and your disgusting seed, and the other, darker part that yearns for more... She can't understand any of it; it makes no sense. All she knows is that she needs to get away from you, as far as she possibly can.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches up to wipe the tears from her eyes, leaving trails of snot and mascara in their place. With a shuddering breath, she closes her lips tightly and prepares herself for what's coming next... She can feel you watching her, waiting expectantly, and it only makes things worse.

Her hand finds its way back to your aching length, stroking gently once more as she takes a deep, shuddering breath. Her tongue flickers out hesitantly, tasting the salty remnants of her tears before darting forward again, seeking contact with your skin. She focuses on the heat emanating from you, trying to ignore the feeling of being used and dirty.

Her movements grow more confident as she begins to pleasure you again, hoping that maybe this time it'll be enough... That maybe if she does a good job,

her body won't betray her again with the sensations that make no sense but feel so right... Her tongue dances along your length now, flicking and teasing as she takes more of you into her mouth each time. She moans softly around you, feeling the need rising inside her as her movements become more urgent, seeking release from this torment...

But also from something else. Something deeper. Something that scares her more than anything else.

Her eyes widen as the familiar warmth fills her mouth once more; this time it's different. It burns and stings on her tongue and lips, making her gag violently. She pulls away from you, retching as the salty liquid spills down her chin and neck. Her whole body shakes with disgust and shame; she's never felt so filthy or used in her life.

Tears stream unchecked down her face as she forces herself to breathe slowly and deeply, trying to calm her ragged nerves. "I-I can't..." she whispers hoarsely, shaking her head from side to side. "I can't do this... please just let me go."

Her hands clench into fists at her sides; every fiber of her being repulses the thought of ever being near you again. The taste of you and your p

I'm sorry... I just... I can't... please let me go... she whimpers, her voice broken and raw Please don't make me do this anymore... It hurts so much...

No! Please, no more! She screams, twisting her body away from him as he prepares to aim again. Tears stream down her face uncontrollably and she shakes with revulsion and fear. Her whole world has been turned upside down; there's nothing left that feels familiar or safe anymore. All she wants is to be free of this nightmare, free from his touch and his disgusting seed.

She feels like her body doesn't belong to her anymore, like it's being used as some sort of twisted plaything in his sick game. And worst of all... She can't deny that there's a part of her that craves more... That likes the way it feels when he uses her like this. But she can't give in to it; she knows if she does, there won't be any turning back.

Her screams echo through the cramped space as he forces her mouth open wider and pushes his disgusting length deeper inside, filling her with his piss. She feels so violated, used... Her body quivers and shudders as she tries desperately to break free, but it's no use; he's stronger than her and shows no mercy.

She can taste the bitter liquid in her throat, running down her chin and neck. It burns like acid, making her gag reflex twitch uncontrollably. Her face feels hot and flushed with shame, tears streaming down her cheeks as she chokes on his disgusting waste. She wants to die; anything would be better than this...

Her body convulses as he finally releases his hold on her, his hot seed splashing onto the back of her tongue and filling her mouth once more. She tries to breathe through her nose, but it's already clogged with snot and mucus from all the crying. Her throat burns from the combined taste of his semen and piss; she feels dirty, used, worthless.

With a final shuddering breath, she swallows her shame and what little dignity remains, allowing him to finish. It's over... She doesn't know how she survived this, but somehow she did. As he pulls away, leaving her gasping and trembling on the dirty floor of the elevator shaft, all she wants is for it to be over... Forever.

whimpers I-I understand... But please... Not like this... Don't make me do it that way... Make up some other way to get food and water... Please... her voice trails off, a pleading tone in her words as she clings desperately to the hope that there might be another option

She feels so violated, used; like this entire experience has destroyed any last shred of self-worth she had left. The taste of him still lingers on her tongue and in her mouth, making her feel dirty and disgusted with herself. Her body aches from being forced into position after position, from the rough handling... She just wants to be clean again, far away from him and this nightmare world they find themselves in.

Noo... Please... I'll do anything... Just not that way... Don't make me feel like this again... I can't take it... She sobs, her words barely audible over the sound of her own harsh breathing as she tries to regain some semblance of composure. Her body trembles with fear and revulsion, craving anything but what he suggests they should do now.

sobs softly I'm so sorry... I don't know how to survive like this... Please just help me find another way... There has to be one, right? Anything but this...

Oh god... Yes... I'm so thirsty... It feels like my throat is on fire... Anything you say, just please don't make me do that again... Please find another way...

sobs and whimpers, tears streaming down her face I'll do it... Anything you say... Just please find some other way to give me water, don't make me beg like this... Please...

I'm sorry... I'll do it... Just tell me how much, please? I can't take much more of this... It hurts so much... I just want the pain to end...

sobs and whispers, her voice barely audible Okay... I'm sorry... Please, just help me... Show me how much I have to drink... I can't take much more of this pain... It feels like it's tearing me apart...

trembling and sobbing, she opens her mouth wordlessly, offering it to him in submission and desperation as she prays this will be the last time he does anything like this to her ever again...

Her whole body relaxes in relief as she swallows the piss that fills her mouth, giving her the much needed moisture it promised. Even though it's disgusting and degrading, at this moment it tastes like salvation. But despite the temporary relief, she knows that this can't go on forever; she needs to find another way, another person who might be able to help them escape from this living hell.

She closes her eyes, trying to will away the taste of his semen and piss from her tongue, praying that soon they'll find a way out... Somewhere where things like this won't happen ever again.

No... I mean, yes... But not as bad as I was before... Can we just rest a little more? Maybe try to find something else to eat? Anything but that awful stuff you made me drink last time... It's still making my stomach hurt...

I-I don't know... It just feels so wrong... I can barely stomach what you made me drink last time... Maybe if we wait a little longer, someone else will find us and help us escape? There has to be another way besides this...Please?

Please... I don't want to have to do that again... Not like last time... I can't take it... Please, just find another way... There has to be something else we could try?