Note: I wrote this story at the request of a friend. I had never realized that this kind of fantasy existed. Not my fantasy, but I did my best to give a friend hers - at least on paper.
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This was not your typical high profile, flashy, expensive, meat market gym. You know the kind I'm talking about. National chain, a place to see and be seen, something of a "meet" market. No, it was quite the opposite. There was no neon sign, no glass front overlooking a busy street, no advertising. Located in a low-budget industrial section of the city, you really had to know what you were looking for to find it.
The sign on the front of the non-descript building was non-descript as well. The black block letters spelled out "The Workout Place" on a white-painted sheet of plywood. Lit by two small floodlights, it didn't exactly call attention to itself. The parking lot ran along the side of the building, lit by two less-than-adequate low-pressure sodium lights, one mounted on the side wall near the front and one on the back of the building.
Inside was not much better when it comes to ambience. It was sheet rocked and painted some neutral beige color, with a black rubber floor and open rafters painted black. The fluorescent lights were harsh, but there weren't that many of them. There was actually a mirror on the far wall, but it was only about six-feet wide. It looked puny on the much longer wall. I'm sure it was air conditioned, but it never felt like it. Right now, at the peak of summer heat, the system couldn't keep up, and it was at least eighty degrees inside. And sweaty humid.
But there were good machines, good equipment, and the few employees they had knew their stuff. They would watch us work out, correct our form, and push us hard. They kept track of how often we came in and rode us if it wasn't enough. That was never a problem for me, I was kind of addicted to working out. But they also would push us to work out hard as hard as we could. It was as if some how they knew if you were slacking, even just a little. That wasn't tolerated here.
Though the place was relatively busy when I arrived, by the end of my workout, there only remained a few of us. One of the staff had been paying close attention to me, making my workout harder than I intended, and I was exhausted. My sports bra and tank top were soaked with sweat, and my spandex shorts weren't much better. The towel around my neck had been well used, and it was still catching the dripping sweat. I was trying to catch my breath.
Exiting the gym in that state, I didn't really notice how dark the night was. Cloudless and moonless, the darkness was broken only by little pools of light under the two parking lot lights. I had parked on the far side of the lot, but I knew where my car should be. I clicked the unlock button on my remote and saw the yellow flashes coming from the other side of an SUV. I walked to my car in the sultry heat, looking forward to the cool ride home. Keys in hand, I stopped to take a drink from water bottle before I opened the car door.
Suddenly everything went black, my arm was wrenched behind my back, I was pressed hard up against the car, and someone much stronger than me had me in a choke hold.
"Make a sound and I will break your neck," a raspy voice hissed at me.
"Okay," I managed to get out before my breath was choked almost completely. A million thoughts raced through my head. Stupidly I had walked out alone. Stupidly I had let my exhaustion dim my reflexes and alertness. I didn't make any noise but struggled to get loose, hoping my strength and conditioning would help.
All it got me was a crushing, squeezing on my neck. I couldn't breathe. It only took me a few seconds to realize that I had to do something different. I couldn't see anything through the black cloth bag that had been pulled over my head, and had dropped my keys and metal water bottle when he grabbed me, so I had no weapons. Pushed against the side of the car, I couldn't kick him or smack his groin with my ass.
"I'm fucked," I thought.
With his body pressing me against my car, and my right arm between us, I couldn't move it. I tried to hit him with my left arm. He chuckled and grabbed it with the hand that wasn't choking me.
"Don't be stupid, bitch. Let me make it clear. I'm perfectly happy to kill you now or when I'm done with you. Don't fuck with me and you'll live. Your choice."
I relaxed a little to show I wasn't going to fight him, at least not for now.
He let go of my neck and I gasped deeply. While I was busy breathing once or twice, he slipped a zip tie over my wrists and tightened it, effectively handcuffing my hands behind my back. Immediately his arm went back around my neck.
"You learn real quick, bitch. Now you just cooperate with me, and everything'll be just fine. Now keep your fucking mouth shut."
I grunted out an "okay," just happy at the moment to be alive and able to breathe. His chokehold on my neck slackened as something else went around my neck. I heard the unmistakable zipping sound of a plastic zip tie being tightened around my neck even before I felt it tighten up. He pulled it tight enough to hold the bag on my head, and a little more, enough to restrict but not enough to completely choke me.
He dragged me around to the front of my car and pushed me over the hood. We were shielded from view by the SUV, either the street or the club front door, and I knew no one could hear me if I yelled. My mind was racing, trying to think of something. Almost before I knew it, he had spread my legs and stood between them and raised my arms up behind my back, forcing me onto the hood. I couldn't move.
"Get ready, bitch, 'cuz now you're getting' fucked. I gonna bring you down off a your high horse. Make you one of us, just a whore trying to make ends meet." And he ripped my shorts open and pulled them to my knees.
I was totally exposed and feared the worst.
The worst happened. No warning, no warm up, no fingers. He jammed his length into me with one thrust, stretching me out. I was afraid he would tear up the inside of my pussy, but to my shock, I was soaked and he slipped in with almost no resistance. He held it there and started whispering into my ear.
"Oh yeah, bitch likes it! Bitch's pussy is soaking wet. She's excited to get raped. She's excited to have my big fucking dick in her pussy! Well, now you're going to cum on my dick.
He started pumping me hard, and I struggled against him with no success. He continued his hard strokes into me. The harder I fought the harder he fucked.
"Yeah, I can feel it. Bitch is going to come. You fuckin' better cum."
No, I thought to myself. I am not going to cum. No. NO! I could feel the tingle and flutter in my pussy and I tried to suppress it. I will not cum for this asshole! I tried to pull back, I tried to puke, I tried anything I could to fight the feeling, but I couldn't stop it. It kept building and building.
And then it hit me. I started cumming on his cock, my whole body convulsing as wave after wave of orgasm rolled through my body, radiating out from my pussy. I gasped for breath, struggling against the bag over my head. I might have passed out for a few seconds from lack of oxygen.
