****** The Twelfth Floor by Donna Pets ******
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The Twelfth Floor


The Twelfth Floor (Revised to include comments from readers.)


I work the last button closed and then look into the mirror. The dress has a
conservative look, soft pink with a hint of blue trim and a hem that just
touches my ankles. The light shining behind me passes through the thin dress
and hints at my smooth legs.

I slowly turn and can see that both my legs become visible when the light is
directly behind me. Under the dress I have on white stockings, a pink garter
belt and over the garters, I pull on white silk panties. I straighten again and
look at my breasts supported by a white crocheted demi bra. The laciness of the
bra slightly crinkles the dress where it touches and the wide spaced straps are
outlined on the back of the dress.

With a smile I know that my husband's eyes will pop when he sees me.

I walk from my room into the hall to the elevator and down to the lobby. With
every step I can feel the garters tug at my panties and gap the leg openings
making me feel vulnerable.

By the time I get past the front disk and to the restaurant, my panties have
worked there way up into my wetness and I am feeling tingly all over. I smile
to myself and walk over to the Hostess enjoying the feeling of just walking.

I tell her that I have reservation under the name of Donna Trothy.

The hostess starts up a conversation with me, and after a time I am leaning on
her counter engrossed in her stories of worst customers.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a large dark man of about forty staring at
me.

When I turn towards him, I notice that there are lights under the front side of
the counter, they are shining up at the hotel's logo and through my dress.

My face flushes red and I feel the blood run into my ears and nipples. The
hostess asks me if I am all right. I tell her that I am fine but that I do need
to sit down.

She leads me toward my table with a promise to keep an eye out for my husband.
I try to walk without letting my bottom jiggle in front of the staring man, a
task made more difficult because of my high heel pumps, as I walk my hips sway
and there is nothing I can do to stop them.

After I am seated at a table, the dark man from the foyer walks over and asks
if I am alone.

I flatly tell him that I am waiting for my husband, hoping he will leave me
alone and just go away, I am starting to feel a little apprehensive and this
feeling is building inside of me.

Instead of leaving he just sits down next to me and puts his hand on my leg.

I sit there in shock, as he feels my leg and starts to play with the garter
strap through my dress.

What is going on, god does he think I am a prostitute!

Before I can slap his hand he has pushed his fingers past a button and under my
panties. I open my mouth to yell but find his lips on mine and his tongue in my
mouth as his hand moves up to hold my face to his.

I struggle and feel cold steel against my belly and realize that a gun is
pointed at me. He whispers into my ear that I should get up with him and walk
out next to him.

I get up on shaky legs and am pulled up tight to his side.

As we walk out he tells the hostess that his wife is sick and needs to go back
to the room.

I stumble, as I am half dragged into the elevator.

When the door closes the man pushes for floor twelve and then turns and starts
to unbutton my dress.

"Please," I beg, "stop!"

My cleavage is bared my breasts heave in the revealing bra. The big man grabs
one of my breasts and squeezes it painfully. He pulls the bra cup down and
under my right breast. His lips latch on to my nipple and he rudely draws me
into his mouth.

My body is slammed against the elevator's mirrored wall so hard that the air is
knocked out of me. I moan in fright and his hand is under my panties again
pawing at my pubic area.

With a jerk the elevator stops just as two large fingers plow into my wet
opening. He yanks his hand out of my panties taking with it a few of my light
blond hairs in the process. He grabs my arm and turns me towards the mirror as
the elevator's door starts to open.

I see myself in the reflection, my dress is unbuttoned from the top to my
waist. One cup of my bra has been pulled down, my nipple is exposed, sucked red
and puckered into a tight point.

I am in tears as I am pushed out of the elevator, dragged down the hall and
into an open room.

As the door slams shut, two black men grab me. One wraps duct tape around my
wrist, another pulls my head back by my hair and slaps more tape over my
pleading mouth.

I am thrown on the queen size bed. I land on my back, my arms trapped behind
me. The last of my buttons are yanked apart, my dress opens baring my garters,
panties and disheveled bra.

Without ceremony my legs are yanked apart by two men and a large black man
climbs between them. With one quick move he has pulled my silk panties to the
side and has slammed his member into me. His hips slap against mine, his tool
driven to its hilt.

I am in shock as he pounds in and out of me. My body is jerking on the bed like
a rag doll. My breasts are jumping back and forth under the assault. He pounds
harder and harder. The room is filled with the sound of wet slapping. I am
having a hard time catching my breath through my taped mouth. Tears are almost
drowning me. My inside burns with his heat.

I turn my head to avoid his stale breath, his slobber and his sweat which is
raining down onto my face and find myself transfixed to the sight of my rape in
the full length mirror next to the bed. I watch in disgust, his black body
contrasted against my white thighs, my legs pulled up and apart by two large
sweaty dirty men.

My thoughts come in quick glimpses, each occurring as my attacker's tool
bottoms out in me, as if driven into my head by each searing thrust: Stop, this
was to be the night. No, I had planned it for months. No, I had timed it
carefully. Umm, my cycle is just right. Ah, only ten days until my period. Oh,
oh god no, I shutter. No, not like this. Stop, I kick wildly.

He pushes hard one last time and holds his tool pressed rigidly against my
cervix. In complete panic I feel his hot seed pumping deep inside of me.

Oh no, please god how can I live with this.

I feel him slip out of me as he softens. I can feel his sperm dripping from me,
running down my crack and staining the bed. I am racked with tears.

A second man climbs onto me to replace the first, I can't see clearly for the
tears. This one has a knife and he slips it under my panties and with a flick
my panties are cut open at the sodden crotch, a second yank of the knife and
the waistband is gone.

In desperation I kick with my knee, only to feel strong hands on my ankles and
a knife pressed to my throat. I am forced to become completely passive, as the
second man takes me.

Without effort his manhood slides deep into me. Lubed by the first, my passage
offers no resistance to him. He leans back onto his knees with his member fully
inserted in to me. He lifts my knees up onto his shoulders then he leans down
onto me, my knees now touching the sides of my face, his arms are around my
legs and my back and my ass is forced to point upward towards the ceiling.

This change of position has free the other two from holding my ankles and I see
that they are busy taking pictures and setting up a video camera. The sick
perverts quickly arrange themselves to capture my humiliation on tape.

With encouragement from the others, the second black man starts to hammer
inside of me, driving himself deep into me then pulling out and quickly
slamming himself back inside.

All the while the others are hovering around with camera equipment, in my face
under my bottom taping my every twitch. I can feel hot lights on my bottom and
I know that each grinding thrust is being recorded.

Humiliated, I feel the man's large tool suddenly yanked out of me with a loud
slurp. Then I feel his warm seed being shot all over my bottom.

To complete my humiliation the shooting member is again driven hard inside of
me and I feel more seed pushed through my cervix into my dispassionate womb.

As if inspired, the third man takes his place above me, lifts my legs over his
shoulders and again my knees are pressed down to my ears. However, he has no
desire for my used hole. No, he wipes his hand on my bottom scooping up some
slick goo and spreads it on his tool and then pushes it into my ass.

I try to scream through the tape but all that is heard is a muffled moan. I can
feel every dimple on his rod as he relentlessly pushes into my virgin hole.

I try to fight him off but with my knees at my ears and my legs pressed tightly
to my chest all I can manage to do is weakly kick his back with my heels. I can
feel my tight hole straining to keep him out but to no avail.

Inch by inch he pushes into me until with one hard push, I feel his balls slap
my ass cheeks and his member is buried inside of me. With callous disregard for
the harm he might be doing he starts pounding in and out of me.

For over ten minutes he pounds inside of me while his buddies capture my sodomy
on tape.

Then all at once he yanks himself out, at the same time I am pushed up to a
sitting position, the tape is ripped off my mouth.

I gasp for air and his dirty dick is slammed into my mouth. The taste gags me.
My head is yanked forward over the slick, wet member until it is plowed down my
throat at which point it pumps its seed into my gullet.

He withdraws from my mouth leaving a trail of sticky goo running from my
gasping mouth and stringing to his rod. In disgust, I am forced to taste his
seed mixed with my dirty juices. The smell of musk and sex permeates my entire
sense. My captors are not finished; the first one is at me again.

I am raised to my shoulders and knees and used as if I'm a dog in heat. My face
pressed painfully to the mattress. My breasts rasp over the coarse bedspread.
At some point in the night my hands are untaped. I am exhausted, and resigned
as I am handed from one man to another, put into one position then another and
used over and over again.

Three more times each, these animals use me as a receptacle for their vile
discharge. It's about three in the morning, I am pushed out the door and into
the elevator. I have on my soiled dress but it's open to reveal my raped body.
My panties are gone, my bra is pulled down around my waist, and my garters and
stockings are stained with body fluids.

I lay in the elevator as the doors shut and the elevator gently glides down. I
watch the door open at the basement level, the parked cars look as if they are
tilted on their sides, the movement of the doors shutting themselves reminds me
that I am not standing.

I lay there thinking about the rape. I am alive, I was not beaten, and the only
bruises I have are on my wrist and ankles. I guess I am lucky. The only
permanent mark I might bare is a pervert's baby.

Weakly I make my way to my feet and after a moment, I find the elevator up
button.

As I ride up to the sixth floor I pull my dress closed. I get to my room door
and it's locked. I don't have my keys or purse, they were taken along with me
on the twelfth floor. I pound on the door and no one answers.

Great, where the hell is my husband.

My banging does cause the door next to mine to open and I am looking at a
sixteen year old kid. The kid is standing in his door way with his mouth wide
open.

For some reason this makes me laugh.

Here I am standing in the hall with my dress gaping open, sperm running down my
legs and clinging to my hair, yet the kid clearly has a hard on.

Without a word, I let myself into his room and go into the bathroom to take a
shower. After what I've just been through, I just don't care if this stranger
watches me.

The kid sits on the sink getting an eye full as the warm water soaks through my
soiled clothes. I strip in the shower and scrub myself clean. After the shower,
I pull on a hotel bathrobe, I feel a little better. I borrow the kid's phone
and call the front desk for a new key. At first, the clerk tells me that I have
checked out but after a minute he changes his records.

Ten minutes later, a bell hop hands me a new key. I let myself into my room and
check the phone for any messages from my husband. My husband has called, his
voice is saying he is going to be late but would meet me in the room after
eleven. He said that we could make a baby Sunday morning then go to breakfast
together before he has to go back to work.

As I listen to his message I break down again. The kid in the next room hears
me crying and knocks on the door to see if I'm OK.

We sit on the bed for an hour, me crying and him just holding me. At some
point, I fall asleep.

When I wake up I find myself sweetly tucked under the covers, my head is
resting on the sixteen year old's arm. He looks so sweet that I lean over and
kiss him gently on the lips.

This is a big mistake, the next thing I know, I am on my back with my legs
spread wide under this young stud. I am panting and he is sweating all over me.
His manhood is stuffed up to his balls inside me and he is pumping more seed
into my womb.

With a jerk I come to my senses but the deed is done. He is already getting
soft and is drawing out of me, I can feel his young fluid draining from me. I
get out of bed and go to the bathroom. I feel like a whore.

Weeping softly, again I have to clean myself up. It's clear to me now, that I
cannot go to the police, not with this young kid's sperm dripping out of me. At
best, the cops would think I am a slut and made up the whole twelfth floor
story. And at worst, I might be accused of raping him.

I collect my bags and head home. Walking into the house I find my husband has
already gone to work. I keep myself occupied, I run the vacuum, I do beds, I
take two showers to try to wash off the filth and I douche five times.

It's nine and I now know that my husband showed up at the hotel at eleven and
found the door locked and the night clerk saying I had checked out. My husband
thinks I am mad at him for missing the baby night. I just can't bring myself to
have sex with anyone. I have been trying for the last two months to come up
with an explanation of my behavior for him, but its getting harder to think
about anything, except my queasy belly in the morning and that I might be
carrying a black child.

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