She had worked late to finish up a time sensitive project for her boss. Leaving when hardly anyone was left at the building. She had waited at the parking garage elevator to arrive, not noticing the man who had waited for her. When the doors opened she walked in, and gasped to find herself suddenly not alone as the doors closed. She had noticed the gun pointed at her first and had frozen. "Like my gun?" he said, stepping closer and hitting the stop button on the elevator. The gun barrel pushing against a breast while he leered. "let's talk about the rules. You be good and quiet and I'll let you live, and if you scream or fight or bite I'll bow your brains out. Do we have an understanding?" He asked smiling at her with smug confidence. She nodded slowly, unable to trust herself to speak, trembling in her heels. he stepped around her, the gun against her temple, another hand grabbing her pussy. "Now, do you agree this pussy belongs to me to use, cunt?" She flushed with shame at being boldly touched, even as tears watered her eyes. She whimpered, and he squeezed harder. "Or maybe do I need to fuck you with my gun first before you know who owns you?"
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