I'm a Sales Rep for Fisher Scientific and was checking in on some of my East Coast clients when I was humiliated and raped in my hotel room. Don't tell me that a man can't be raped, because I am living proof that a strong woman can take you, and force you into serving her against your will.
It all started when I returned to my hotel room at The Marriott Hotel in Arlington, Virginia. I decided to visit the bar for a nightcap after a very tough day of visiting my clients. Heading toward the bar, I must have passed 20 women in various states of dress, but all of them had one thing in common; they all had bare arms, and all had bulging muscles. I had never seen a muscular woman before, so I thought it was a bit strange that the hotel should be full of them.
I approached the entrance to the bar and had my explanation. A big placard read Northeast Female Bodybuilding Championships. September 20, 2005. George Washington University Auditorium.
I took a stool at the bar and ordered my usual gin and tonic and was nursing it, when I noticed someone sit in the stool next to mine. I looked over and saw a woman with long auburn hair, the most beautiful face I had ever seen, and piercing blue eyes. Then my eyes moved lower to her body and I was totally turned off.
She was wearing a black low cut evening dress with spaghetti straps, and she was massive. Her shoulders were bronzed and wide and her arms bulged with muscle even in their relaxed state. Even her beautiful smile and warm personality could not make me attracted to this intimidating Amazon, so when she asked me to dance, I told her no.
I could see in her face, she was pissed, but she shook my hand, nearly breaking my fingers, excused herself, walked out of the bar, and I thought that was the end of it.
I finished my third drink, and exited the bar. When I got off the elevator, I was shocked to see Darlene, the Amazon from the bar waiting at my door.
"Shit!" I cursed myself under my breath for having told her which room I was staying in. I put on a forced smile and approached her.
"Hi Darlene. Can I help you?"
"Since you weren't in a dancing mood, I thought maybe you might be in the mood for a little sex."
I nearly choked as I thought of holding this woman with a body made of steel in my arms, so I tried to beg off. "Thanks for the offer, but it's been kind of a long day, so I think I will just turn in."
I fumbled for the key and was ready to open the door when Darlene grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm, forcing it behind my back and shoving my face and upper body against the door.
I was helpless, pinned to the door, with my legs spread wide. Before I could react Darlene's hand shot between my legs and cupped my balls and cock in her free hand. She roughly squeezed and kneaded me, and although I was in extreme pain from my arm and aching balls, my tiny cock began to respond.
"Well well little man. Not much meat down there, but what little there is, is responding nicely."
Darlene released me, took my key, opened the door and pushed me inside, so I landed face first on the carpet. I slowly rose to my knees, rubbing my sore arm and balls, trying to think of my options. I could cry out, but no one was likely to hear me. I tried to dash to the phone, but just as I reached for the receiver; she pulled the cord out of the wall, making it go dead.