He ducks and violates her

Stepping aside to dodge her swinging hand, he catches her as she stumbles forward, pulling her roughly back against him. She immediately begins cursing, hurling insults at his manhood.

She says with a smile "Is this really all the fight you've got left in you? No wonder Madison preferred someone else." and "You pathetic little coward—you couldn't satisfy a woman if your life depended on it."

He finally loses it when she says, "Look at you, trembling over a little rejection. You're barely even a man."

Having reached his absolute breaking point, he is done playing games or tolerating her hostility—lesbian or not. Twisting her toward him, he slides his hands beneath her dress, tearing away her yellow thong panties and holding them up like a trophy.

"Still want to act tough?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous. "Apologize right now, or I'll show you exactly what kind of man I am."

Before she can wrench free, the elevator doors slide open. A crowd of leering older men shuffles inside, pressing tight against the walls and forcing the prominent doctor backward, right back into the safety of her attacker's arms.

Laly POV

She tries to pull away, but she is trapped. The press of bodies and wandering hands from the old men crowd in around her, and when she looks down, she sees his pants are down. A thick, massive length stands before her—a cock as heavy and intimidating as any she remembers from her former adult film days. Her choice narrows down to a terrifying gang bang or submission to a man she despises. She hasn't been with a man in five years, though dark fantasies occasionally crossed her mind—certainly never with someone built like this, and certainly not him.

She feels his hand massaging her slick, aching core, realizing how desperately starved for attention she has been, neglected even by her useless wife. Hearing the elevator buttons clicking as floors pass, she leans in close to his ear, her voice trembling.

"Please don't do this," she whispers.

He pulls back slightly.

A tear slips down her cheek as she kisses him. Instead of letting the crowd reach her, he shields her body, pressing her roughly against the corner wall of the elevator. The contact triggers a sudden, involuntary shockwave of heat; realizing what is happening, she turns around, presenting her firm hips directly to his massive, throbbing erection. Her body completely betrays her stubborn pride, burning with a sudden, humiliating desire to be taken.

Bending down and gripping the elevator wall for support, she forces herself back, her wet pussy swallowing him whole. He grabs her hips, beginning to roughly fuck the prominent doctor as the car climbs.

With every stop where the doors slide open to let passengers shuffle out, wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over her, completely rewriting her reality. The initial terror and absolute disgust she felt just minutes ago have dissolved into a feral, desperate hunger, turning her fear into an overwhelming, consuming lust. She craves it, arching back and begging silently for it to be even rougher, needing his heavy weight and raw dominance to feel truly alive again. Yet he remains relentlessly hard, possessing the stamina of a mythical monster as he drives into her. By the final stop, he spends himself deep inside her bruised, aching core, leaving her utterly undone and addicted to the friction.

He exits out the opposite side of the elevator. Left behind, she slides down to the steel floor, managing to crawl out and limp toward her lavish penthouse. Her expensive dress is ripped to shreds, reduced to mere rags.

Just as she catches her breath, her phone rings—it's her private investigator.

"I've secured tons of photographs detailing Gertrude and Madison," the voice reports.

"Send those pictures straight to my lawyer and to Madison's husband's lawyer," Laly rasps, wiping her face.

She hangs up and stares into the mirror, her eyes dark with a mix of fury and a strange, lingering hunger. "And start researching Mr. Doe. I want to know everything about this loser. I finally know how to get my payback."

After the call disconnects, a sudden, heavy wave of realization washes over her. She presses a trembling hand flat against her lower stomach, her breath catching in her throat as she processes the sheer intensity of how deeply he had filled her and how unprotected they had been during that frantic, animalistic encounter in the elevator. A shiver of panic flickers through her, quickly mutating into a dizzying, forbidden thrill. Given her age and her long-neglected body, a rational part of her mind screams that it shouldn't even be possible, yet the raw, overwhelming vigor of his climax leaves her wondering with a breathless, panicked fixation: what if that monstrous stamina left her knocked up?