Assault in the Elevator

Chapter 1

At ten o'clock in the evening, the young female lawyer finally finished her work and left the law firm. As she stepped into the elevator, an inexplicable sense of melancholy quietly washed over her. It was a feeling of loneliness, mixed with exhaustion from days of relentless work and pressure, lending this beautiful twenty-one-year-old woman a fleeting yet profound weariness. She adjusted her light yellow short-sleeved shirt, her mind drifting back to the men she had encountered in the elevator earlier that day—their greedy eyes fixed on the sliver of cleavage her shirt couldn't quite conceal.

Suddenly, the elevator jolted to a halt, and its ceiling panel was pushed open. A man leaped down into the cabin. Before the female lawyer could fully process what was happening, a completely naked man lunged toward her. His well-defined, bronze chest and abdominal muscles exuded raw power. In the blink of an eye, his face was already inches from hers.

Fury surged within her, but she found her arms forced upward and pinned against the elevator wall in a spread-eagle position by the man's powerful grip. As she attempted to knee him in the groin, his leg pressed firmly against a pressure point on her thigh, leaving her completely powerless to move.

The man pressed his entire body against hers, intentionally grinding her breasts with his broad, solid chest. Then came a cool sensation between her legs, followed by a sudden heat—a hard, feverish presence had already slipped under her skirt and thrust between her thighs, pressing firmly against her most intimate spot through her panties.

His erect lower body, skillfully positioned, rubbed rhythmically against her lace-trimmed underwear, moving upward again and again along the sensitive slit of her forbidden zone. Each perverse, teasing movement fueled her rage, yet every attempt to struggle proved futile.

Pressed tightly against him, the female lawyer had no choice but to arch her body upward, but the thin fabric of her panties offered little defense against his relentless advance.

She tried to scream, but only a faint, broken whimper escaped her lips—her mouth opening and closing helplessly.

She could see the masked man's face drawing closer. His eyes, cunning and cruel like a wolf's, gleamed with the thrill of the hunt.

His mouth, exposed below the dark mask, loomed toward her cherry-red lips. She frowned instinctively, turning her face away in defiance.

Yet then—a sudden heat at her delicate left earlobe.

His tongue began to trace slow, wet lines along the curve of her ear, teasing the tender skin behind it and lapping at her translucent earlobe.

She could hear everything—the soft, slick sounds of his tongue, his heavy breathing near her ear.

Cool dampness lingered where his mouth had been; heat followed wherever his tongue traveled.

And despite her anger, a slow, unwanted warmth began to rise from deep within her.

He continued to firmly pin her arms while slowly lowering his face to the nape of her neck. His tongue deftly traced teasing circles along the sensitive skin below her ear, and his lips wandered relentlessly across every smooth, delicate inch of her neck. The subtle scrape of his stubble against her tender flesh sent waves of discomposure through her.

She stiffened abruptly, her breath catching—once intermittent, now soft and continuous. A flush crept from her temples across the delicate skin of her cheeks, and soon even her ears and neck were tinged with crimson.

Waves of humiliation surged within her, and glistening tears escaped despite her efforts, dampening her long, shimmering eyelashes. Yet her vulnerable expression did nothing to soften her assailant’s intent. Instead, he slowly dragged his tongue along the bridge of her nose, tracing the paths of her tears until they were dried.

Though the lawyer struggled futilely against her restraints, she remained powerless to halt the violation unfolding against her will.

Suddenly, the man released her left hand and shaped his fingers into a claw-like form, moving toward her still-heaving chest. For a moment, the female lawyer seemed to forget that this was a perfect chance to escape—she could only stare, tense and frozen, at the hand approaching her chest.

The damp chill his touch had left on her face hadn't yet faded when he leaned close to her ear and whispered huskily:

"Is it 34D?"

Before she could react, the man's mouth came down hard on her lips, his restless tongue eager to pry them apart. Just as she tried to turn her face away to refuse the intrusive kiss, his left hand slid up from the smooth curve of her shoulder and tangled firmly in her sleek, dark hair, holding her in place—leaving her fragrant, tender mouth utterly vulnerable to the assault of his lips and tongue.

She struggled desperately to break free from the rough, unwelcome kiss, but his other hand cupped and kneaded her breast with relentless rhythm, until her whole body went weak and tingling. Even the fists she pounded against his back lacked any real force—it felt less like a fight, and more like playful teasing.

Yet the man's right hand remained relentless, closing firmly over the full curve of her breast. His fingers tightened abruptly around the peak of her tender flesh, and a sharp gasp escaped her lips—just as his tongue pushed deep into her mouth, meeting hers in a violent, intimate intrusion.

All that escaped the female lawyer were muffled, helpless whimpers—soft, stifled sounds swallowed whole by his relentless kiss.

The assailant brutally clamped his hands on either side of her collar and tore outward. With the sound of fabric ripping and her pleading cries, the woman's thin white blouse gave way, leaving half of her upper body exposed to the cool air. Her light-colored bra was now visible, and she hurriedly tried to cover her chest with her hands—yet in her struggle, the full curves of her breasts remained partly revealed, their movement all the more provoking under the fragmented concealment.

With a brutal tug, the man ripped away her blouse. His right hand hooked the center strap of her bra and pulled upward. Instinctively, she clutched the garment tightly, trying desperately to shield herself—but after a fierce struggle, the white bra was wrenched up to her neck.

Suddenly freed from restraint, her breasts—pale and smooth as fine jade—were fully exposed to the cool air, tipped with erect pink n*****s that stood defiantly in the open.

He paused, taking in the sight of her vulnerability like a spectator admiring a tragic scene. His arousal was almost painfully intense, yet he deliberately held back, watching her helplessness with cruel satisfaction.

"I've had many women, but you are by far the most exquisite and perfect one. It almost feels a shame to ruin you."

One vulgar remark after another forced its way into the female lawyer's ears—she had no choice but to hear them.

The man pinned her flailing arms with his own, then let his right hand slide downward, over her smooth and soft abdomen.

He circled his fingers slowly around her delicate navel before moving lower, into the lonely garment that guarded her most intimate area. His middle finger pushed through the dense, soft curls toward the sealed depths within. With a forceful tug, he ripped off her underwear entirely, leaving her rounded hips exposed to the cold touch of the metal elevator wall.