Camila admired herself in the full-length mirror of the gym locker-room. The 22-year-old personal trainer took great pride in keeping her body in top shape. Her thick thighs and low body fat spoke to many hours spent in the gym as well as careful dieting. She had a fit waist crafted from extensive core workouts; although, she would like it to be smaller, but her family genes made it difficult. The tradeoff of course was that she was blessed with a pair of size-D breasts which drew a lot of attention from the guys at the gym.
When talking with other girls, Camila joined in on the griping about the "creeps" at the gym who ogled women while working out. But secretly, she loved the attention she got from men. Camila encouraged it by wearing outfits that highlighted her features. Today she had on white, skin-tight yoga pants and a matching short-sleeve shirt that came down to her midriff. Her sports bra gave her chest a firm, round shape.
Her white clothing contrasted with her brown skin, long black hair, and brown eyes that spoke of her Latino heritage. Camila twisted her body to admire her firm, round ass which also benefited from her vigorous workout routine. Her hair was done up in a braded ponytail that allowed her to show off her muscular back.
Her seductive look was more than just vanity. She used her looks to attract a significant clientele consisting of mostly men who were more interested in her than her workout routines. However, there were still a significant number of women who wanted to emulate Camila's looks. She had so many clients that she often found herself working late nights, like tonight, past the gym's normal 9pm closing time. The gym manager had been skeptical about letting Camila close by herself because of her age, but she had badgered him until he gave in. The extra income was nice, even if it meant she stayed at the gym past 10pm, like tonight.
After her last client had left, Camila had followed the closing requirements like locking the doors, pulling down the blackout shades for the front windows, and set the camera system. She had gone into the locker room to grab her bag when she stopped to admire herself. She now headed out to leave for the night.
She had only taken a few steps out of the locker room when a large, black hand clasped itself over her mouth and a large arm wrapped itself around her waist, pinning her arms to her side. Her back was pressed up against a large figure which lifted her off her feet and began carrying her into the workout area of the gym. Having recovered from the shock of the attack, she tried to scream but the large hand only allowed muffled protests to escape.
As Camila was brought into the main workout area of the gym, she discovered three additional black men standing near the front desk, all wearing black ski masks. Their clothing could not conceal their large, muscular builds. Camila's kicking and screaming proved futile as the large man tossed her onto the floor in front of his companions. Her gym bag slid across the floor and she found herself on her hands and stomachs looking up at the menacing crew. She glanced over at the doors and windows in the hope that someone outside would see what was going on. With dread, she realized that the blackout curtains she had lowered meant no one outside could see into the gym.
"I'll scream!" she threatened as she slowly raised herself into a sitting position--afraid of what might happen if she tried to stand. Her comment drew only laughter from her assailants.
"Every business in this strip mall closes at 8," the man who had grabbed her said, "ain't nobody gonna hear you, but we might have to smack you if your screaming gets obnoxious." Camila looked up at him for the first time, somehow even bigger than the rest, he wore a dark green ski mask, distinguishing him from the others. "Besides," he continued "we kinda figured our little plan would have you screaming."
Fear gipped Camila as she realized just how much trouble she was in. "Lo-look," her unsteady voice pleaded, "I can give you anything you want--my wallet, my car keys, whatever--just don't hurt me." Her plea elicited more laughter.
"Oh, you're going to give us exactly what we want," one of the masked men replied menacingly. With that, two of them reached down and grabbed Camila's shirt, and hooking her sports bra at the same time, pulled both over her head. The two men overpowered Camila's efforts to stop them and she found herself sitting topless before the four men. Camila instinctively tried to cover her breasts with her hands as the men whistled and shouted their approval of her perky tits.
Camila barely had time to feel embarrassed before two sets of hands grabbed her by her arms and hauled her to her feet, letting her huge breast bounce free. Bending her arms, the men forced her to bend over the front counter. She felt hands grab the waist of her pants, and the thong beneath, and pull down her pants. Surprisingly, they were able to get them off her legs while still leaving her tennis shoes on her feet. Camila shouted for the men to stop, but was ignored.
Looking across the front desk, Camila saw that the screens for the security cameras were all dark. She realized that the intruders must have turned off the security system.
The two men pinning her to the counter both hooked their feet on the inside of Camila's shoes and then spread her legs apart. Camila looked behind her to see that the two men not holding her had stripped out of their clothes. Her attention was drawn to green mask who was holding his cock in his hand and slowly stoking. Despite her panic about her predicament, Camila was shocked at the size of his dick, easily 8 or 9 inches and thicker than anything she had ever seen.
Realizing what was about to happen, she yelled and slid her feet out of the men's hold, twisting her body sideways to try and protect herself while she yelled "no, stop." As she struggled with the men holding her, the naked assailant with the black mask retrieved his belt from his pants. With the snap of his wrist, the leather belt struck Camila's ass. Camila screamed in pain and, with the sudden jerking of her hands, managed to temporary break free from the hold. The two men quickly grabbed her arms again and forced her back down onto the desk.
"She's gonna be fighter," one of the men remarked.
"We can fix that," the man to Camila's right remarked as he produced a stun gun from his back pocket. Camila's eye went wide as the device emitted a cackle, but still she struggled against the men holding her.
"Yeah," green mask replied, causing his companions and Camila to look at him, "but she'll be another one too beaten to be fun." His eyes drifted over to the sea of workout machines. *Another one?* Camila thought. How many times had they done this?
"Get the duct tape," green mask motioned to the other naked man and then waived at the two holding Camila. "Bring her over here." Camila was wrenched from the front desk and marched across the gym. She felt utterly ridiculous being marched completely naked but for her tennis shoes. Her tits swayed as she tried to free herself from the men's tight grip.
"Please let me go, I won't tell anyone," she begged as she was brought before one of the treadmills.
"Get up there," Green mask barked as he slapped her ass hard. Camila yelped as she stepped onto the treadmill with the two man still holding her wrist which they pressed onto the rails of the treadmill. The fourth man reappeared with a role of duct tape and began wrapping the tape around her wrist and guardrail.
Green mask took the opportunity to step up onto the treadmill and squeeze one of Camila's tits as he brought his face to hers. "Since you want to put up a fight, I guess we'll run it out of you."
"What are you doing? Please just let me..." Camila didn't have time to finish her sentence as the man with the duct tape, having securely bound her wrist to the machine, slapped a piece across her mouth. Camila could only offer muffled protests as hands began to grope her breast and ass--squeezing tightly as her captors shouted their approval at her firm body.
