Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
Jenny woke up in a sweat; the nightmare was awful; she was hung from the ceiling being whipped. She begged and pleaded for them to stop, but they didn't. Finally, Jen got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. She glanced at her rock-hard gymnast body. At 21, she had just competed in her last Olympic event, winning a Bronze. Her boyfriend would be over soon, and they would have sex which, as usual, would leave her unfulfilled.
She had several affairs with women as well as men and was always left wanting. The only time she really got satisfaction was when she was gang banged by an opposing team's members; she just wandered into the wrong bar and was immediately recognized. She did it all that night, up the ass, oral, vaginal; she lost count of the number of loads she swallowed. It was rough, nasty sex, but it turned her on like never before.
She changed boyfriends almost as often as she changed underwear. She even threw in an occasional girlfriend. Not only that, but she was supposed to see her current BF tonight, but she didn't feel like putting up with the whiney shit. So, Jen decided to go it on her own tonight, do a pub crawl, maybe do a one-night stand; hopefully, she would find what she was looking for. One problem was she intimidated most men. This is because she was so strong and a well-trained martial artist.
She made a few stops, regular stuff whistles and gropes, but nothing promising. Then she saw a place called the pit she had never visited before, she wandered in. She went to the bar and sat and ordered a drink, checking the area out. Finally, and a mountain of a man who looked mean as a rattlesnake approached her. She checked him out, pure muscle.
"Wanna dance," he asked in a deep, gravelly voice.
She got up and danced with him. He immediately grabbed her ass as they danced. Jen didn't mind; he ground into her. The raw, rough treatment was turning her on. After a few dances, they went into one of the back rooms to a table and sat. After watching some other dances for a while, the mountain man got up and told her to follow him. He took her to a dark corner and told her to
"Suck my dick."
"Fuck off," was her reply. She felt a strong hand on the back of her neck, trying to put her on her knees. He seemed surprised at her strength, and she suddenly delivered a strong throat punch. He laughed, and with his hand still on her neck, she was dragged back over to the table. He sat and pulled her across his lap. Then, pulling up her skirt and ripping her panties off, he began spanking her. She squealed and squirmed, but mostly she orgasmed; she was so turned on. He let her up,
"Your boss ought to fire your ass." she moaned, rubbing her ass.
He ignored her, "I am the boss, so now you suck my cocK."
Without a word, she got up and followed him to his office, and went quickly to her knees. She wanted his cock in her mouth. It was big, but thank goodness not as big as he. She licked it and teased him with the tip of her tongue till he couldn't take anymore, and he jammed it down her throat. He was amazed at how easily she deep-throated him. She took her time and made love to his cock. It was the least she could do after the orgasms he gave her; he pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot what seemed to be a never-ending load all over her face.
Jenny decided to stop by his place for drinks when the club closed. She was pretty sure she was going to get fucked. As they got out of the car, she was laughing so hard she had a bellyache; on the way there, he had told her he was Russian and his name was Ivan. That struck her as hilarious, a Russian named Ivan. When they stepped into his apartment, Ivan practically threw her across the room. She rolled and bounced and was grabbed by the throat and slammed face down on a dining room table; her skirt was pulled up, revealing her bare ass, and she felt Ivan enter her. He was fucking her rough and hard. Just when he was about to cum he noticed that she hadn't climaxed yet.
"You heed a hand, you little bitch" slapping her ass hard as he drove into her, she came almost instantly.
They both collapsed on the couch.
"That was fantastic," Jen said, bubbling over.
"Tomorrow night, come to the club at eight-thirty, and I will show you fantastic. So laughed her newfound Russian friend.
Jen arrived on time. Ivan guided her to a room with a coded door. As she entered, she was grabbed, and thanks to Ivan, locked into stocks. Struggling as hard as she could, Jen was unable to get out. First, she felt herself being stripped; soon, she was naked.
"What the hell is this, "She howled.
