... eventually

"Hi, I don't know if you can hear me. I'm stuck. Its really embarrassing, but I can’t move the window. I'm stuck here, said Maisie, hoping there was someone behind her that could hear and that she wasn't just talking to herself. At first she thought she was, but then she was sure she could hear footsteps.

"oh thank goodness. If you could just help me get the window up so that I can get back in... No hey, wait a minute", she said as she felt a pair of hands go up inside her skirt and grip her pantyhose then pull them firmly down. "Stop it. Please! Oh no, not my panties too! Come on. Whoever's there. Just help me get out of this please”, but in a moment there was a hand slapped firmly between her legs, and she could feel him slipping a finger inside her!

Maisie wondered whether she should shout for help, or whether anyone would listen or even come to help if they heard. The finger was banging away in her little flower (she had always called her vagina this), she realised. Oh no!!! Maisie scrabbled with her hands at the windowframe as the fingers in her flower were removed.

"Oh thank you", she said, then "Oh wait a minute. No please!" as she realised that the person behind her had lifted her skirt up to her waist and now had a hold of her by the hips, so that must mean that it was something else pushing at her flower... "Noooo!" she objected, but realized she now had her first actual penis deep inside her – and she had no idea who it belonged to!. Maisie braced herself against the window frame unable to do anything else as the person in her apartment used her hips to pull himself into her over and over again.

After a while Maisie realized that her invader had settled into something of a rhythm. Maybe she could persuade him to be reasonable. "Please sir, uh! could you uh! lift the uh! window up uh! so that I can uh! get out?" she gasped as she continued to be pummelled repeatedly from behind.

This resulted in her hips being released, but the invader's penis remaining in situ, still thrusting into her over and over again, hands free, but without the added pull of his grip on her hips. Moments later she understood why he had released her hips. With his penis still inside her he began dishing out stinging slaps to her buttocks over and over again, perhaps 12 in all.

Maisie's face flushed and she only just stopped herself from screaming out into the night, but that would have been much too embarrasing. "Ow!! Ow! Ow! Ow!" she squealed quietly trying not to disturb the people below, then when the slaps ceased she entreated. "Please, please let me go!" Suddenly the spanks started once more. "Owwww! Ow!" she said. "No stop!" Two more vicious slaps, one on each buttock and she realized that he was slapping her ass every time she spoke, once for each word. She resolved to suffer in silence and was rewarded by her hips being grabbed firmly once more and his penis slamming harder and faster into her inside than before.

Maisie thought the whole window might give way and the two of them would topple into the street, when with a judder she felt him thrust as far into her as he could then her insides were coated in goo. Eventually, to Maisie's relief, his penis slid out from her and he released his grip on her hips.

"Thank you sir. Please if its not too much trouble, could you please help get me out of this?", said Maisie then instantly regretted it as a rain of stinging blows coated her ass causing her to cry despite herself. She should not have spoke. What was she thinking. She should have known better not to speak back during a spanking – hadn’t she learned that back in the village from the choir-master and the hockey coach? What had she been thinking!

She hoped no-one looked up and saw her red faced and crying from the spanking anyway. Maisie silenced herself in the hope that her abuser would take pity on her. However everything went silent and she was left alone. Maisie resolved to keep her mouth shut anyway.

In a few minutes though, she felt a pair of hands groping and caressing her butt-cheeks. What was he doing? she wondered, but decided it was best not to ask. His hands felt different though. Gentler somehow. But then they found their way to her flower and she could

feel her lips being spread carefully apart, then the penis was reintroduced. Slower and stronger and definitely… bigger somehow. It took Maisie a minute of almost silent contemplation of her fate to realize that this was indeed someone else. Not the same person as before who had spanked her when she spoke to him. Maybe she could ask this person to help her, but he was speeding up almost like the last person before he... oh no, she realized just as he spurted inside her too, much quicker than begore, and, in moments this penis too was gone along with its owner, leaving Maisie still trapped with her panties around her ankles and juice running freely from her little flower.

When the next person grabbed her around her thighs and started skewering her, she just grimaced and waited it out, still hoping that she wasn't going to be there all night.

Eventually, she heard a voice behind her say, "Oh Jeez Macy. What the hell are you up to? You need a hand?"

"Uh yes! Candy? Is that you?"

in a few moments Candy had her free and back in her room again. Candy looked at her again appraisingly, the bespectacled young librarian with several helpings of cum running down her legs. "I guess I can see the kink", she said, "but I still think you'd have better luck out on the streets in fishnets with the rest of us".

Maisie had no idea what she was talking about.