AUTHOR'S NOTE: This work is entirely a work of fantasy, and is not intended as a true reflection of the horrors of real rape.
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Sam and his girlfriend Tracy preferred to work out at night, just before the gym closed, so when they were done, they could go home and shower and go to bed. The gym was less crowded, and it wasn't unusual for them to be the last ones out the door. They alternated nights doing cardio and using the gym's fully-equipped weight room with its circuit of machines to work every muscle in the body. Well, almost every muscle, as it turned out.
Friday evening started out like any other ordinary weight-room night: lat pulldowns, pec flies, bicep curls, alternating with stations to pull and push the quads and calves and thighs. The pleasant burn of his muscles—and a glimpse of Tracy off to his side squeezing her smooth inner thighs shut against the abducter machine gave Sam a nice buzz and made him a little horny, though fortunately not enough to make him embarrassingly hard in the gym, since his skimpy nylon shorts wouldn't hide much. At 6'2" and a well-muscled 230 pounds, the former football player had plenty to hide.
It was just minutes to closing time—they'd run a bit late —and Sam was finishing up on a machine he liked to call the "butt-master," a torturous device that required him to bend over at the hips with his ass upward, grab handles with his hands, and lift a weight by pushing up and back with one foot at a time. Keeping his foot on the pushing pad took enough focus that he didn't notice the man in the black ski mask until a strip of duct tape was suddenly pressed around his wrist, fastening it securely to the machine's handle, followed immediately by his other wrist.
Just as he looked up in alarm, the first man, joined by a second, also in a ski mask, knelt, grabbed his ankles, and quickly taped them to opposite sides of the machine. In a matter of seconds, he'd been completely immobilized. A strip of duct tape over his mouth followed.
He looked over at Tracy at the next machine, thinking she would run for help, but it was too late: She was also being bound by masked men—he counted a total of five—with her hands at her sides taped to the machine's handles, her slender, toned thighs spread obscenely wide by the machine, and her ankles taped in place. They were trapped.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sam could see the masked men bringing in boxes of equipment from the hallway—and a fourth man taping their involuntary bondage with a handheld video camera. What the hell? he thought. "Mmmmff!" he said, and was rewarded by a horrifying explanation.
"Don't be alarmed. We won't hurt you. Much" offered one of the men, as he slipped gaudy carnival eye masks over the faces of each of his captives. "We're just...well, YOU'RE just making a porn video. It's called 'Rape in the Gym.' We've been watching this gym for a couple of weeks now, and you're both just so hot we couldn't resist. So, you're our stars. When we're through fucking you, we'll let you go. And you can buy the video on rape.com for $49.95. We've already caught the set-up on tape, so we're going to move on to the main event. Don't worry, though. Your faces will be blurred. No-one will know who you were—and you won't be able to sue us."
"Mmmh!" exclaimed Tracy, whose eyes got bigger as she watched the men unload and set up professional lighting equipment and video cameras on tripods. It didn't take nearly as long as the couple hoped. Nor did any rescuers arrive to save them from their dire fate. All too soon, the professional lights were on, the cameras were rolling, and a man standing in front of Tracy ripped off the tape across her face was ripped with a quick tug, catching a few of her long blond hairs in the process.
"Help me!" she screamed. "Fire!" but the men just laughed.
"There's no-one else in the building here, doll, we paid off the night super. In fact, that's him standing in front of you." She looked in horror at the large, black cock the man had pulled out of his grey custodial slacks, now dangling inches from her face.
"Yep, that'll be him. And don't worry about reporting him—he's one of our studs, paid in cash and using a fake name. He'll be on to our next job when we finish here."
Tracy actually wasn't thinking that far ahead. Confronted head-on with the first black cock she'd ever seen—and it was only semi-hard, though stiffening by the moment—she was trying to figure out how to avoid sucking him. Unfortunately, the experienced crew was way ahead of her. The bulbous penis head bumped against her cheek and lips, and she closed her mouth and clenched her teeth. The black man slapped her across the face once, then simply pinched her nose shut. "Don't try biting me, either, bitch, or we'll just forget about the lettin' you breathe part."
Defeated, Tracy opened her mouth and let the rubbery tip graze against her teeth as he pushed it into her mouth. "Now, suck my dick, cunt," he demanded, holding her face in his hands to push his cock in and out. She curled her tongue around the tip, trying to keep him happy enough that he wouldn't force it deeper into her throat. As she caressed and licked it, she felt it pulse, growing thicker and harder, until she wasn't sure how she was going to breathe when he was fully erect. Sam was big, but this guy was huge.
Sam watched his girlfriend's oral rape with frustration—she was struggling to service her attacker, and he was tightly bound and helpless to save her. But the wet slurping sounds her mouth made—just like when she sucked him off—and the sight of that enormous black cock plunging in and out of her small, pink mouth only a few feet away from him was arousing him despite himself. He felt like a heel. And it got quickly worse when one of the crew came over beside him and reached his hand down Sam's belly to stroke and fondle his stiffening dick through his silky shorts—and Sam couldn't move a muscle to stop him.
"Hey boys, get a close-up of this—he's getting a hard on watching his girlfriend suck black dick!" exulted the man. He waited for the camera man to turn his way, then caught the waistbands of Sam's shorts and athletic supporter and humiliatingly eased them slowly down to his knees, exposing his penis in all its fully erect glory. The air conditioned breeze blowing across his now-naked ass was contrasted by the hot hand of the man who began caressing it.
"Oh, God," Sam thought, suddenly realizing the obvious. "How can I stop this? They're going to rape us both!" He could already imagine the camera shot of his naked, quivering ass, covered in goosebumps, lubed up (he hoped!) for illegal breaking and entry.
