The Locker Room

Sara blindly reached for her towel to dry herself off. Grabbing it, she wrapped it around herself and stepped out of the gym shower where she had been washing the chlorinated pool water out of her hair. She had always liked swimming – it gave her a good physique and made her feel strong. Since her classes were all in the daytime, she went to the gym at night. “One of the bad parts of university life,” she thought to herself while rummaging through her bag for her clothes. “The gym feels all eerie since everyone else is already asleep. Ah, well, at least it's still open this late.” Finding her underwear, she slipped on the blue thong and matching strapless bra and then pulled her jeans on over her shapely legs. She pulled her green halter top over her chest and then tied the straps behind her neck. Quickly she brushed her short black hair free of tangles and stepped into her flip-flops. “Ready to go home and then bed!”

Weaving her way through the lockers, she completely failed to notice the dark shape that moved up behind her. Suddenly she felt a man grabbing her wrists and pulling them behind her back, quickly transferring them to one powerful hand while using the other to stick duct tape over her eyes. Screaming and struggling, Sara tried to break away. The man took her wrists from behind her and pulled them over her head while backing her into a row of lockers. Sara tried to kick him, but he easily avoided her awkward, sightless attempts. She slowly realized that he wasn't doing anything other than pinning her there and demanded, “What do you want? Please, let me go!” She continued pleading with the attacker, but he neither loosened his grip nor answered her. Finally she fell silent, panting with exertion. In the sudden quiet she heard light footsteps coming closer, and then felt the whisper of a breath. “He won't let you go without my permission, love. And he's not going to get it. I've been watching you for a while now. Great backstroke, by the way. Your crawl could use some work though. We could work on getting you to crawl properly together sometime, if you'd like. Perhaps even tonight? Would you like to crawl for me?” Sara's breathing had sped up during this little speech, and she tried to turn her head aside, only to be brought up short by the newcomer's hand. “Hmm. I'll take that as a no.” His hand, which had come up to hold her chin in place while he whispered into her ear, turned her head so her ear was even closer to his mouth. “Stop, please…” she whimpered. “Love, we've only begun,” he growled into her ear, and was rewarded by a shudder and faint moan.

“Well, what have we got here?” he continued. “You put on a halter top, just for me? How thoughtful of you! It's like untying a little present!” His hand wandered down her chin to her neck, and moved around to the back to playfully tug on a strap. Sara cried out and began struggling again. She managed to land a kick on the man in front of her, but couldn't break away from the thug holding her. The man sidestepped a second kick and slapped her hard, forcing her head to crash into the metal locker. Groaning, she stopped fighting back. “Good girl. You don't want to provoke me, love. Now where were we?” He slowly pulled on one of the halter straps until with a final tug it fell apart. The straps hung down so that some of her blue strapless bra peeked past the top of the halter. His finger began tracing the top of her bra as she pleaded, “Please stop! No, no, ppleaase no!” Not heeding her cries, he pulled the untied halter over her head and up to her hands, where the thug took it completely off. “Ahh, that's better. What beautiful abs!” He extended his hand across her stomach and began to caress it. Slowly, his circular motions crept lower and lower until he reached her jeans. He slid his hand down over the top of the jeans and cupped her sex in his hand. Sara moaned and bucked a little as he tightened his grip. “Oh, god…” she cried, dismayed to find that she was aroused. His hand rose again but then stopped at the button to her jeans, and started to undo it. She tried to move her hips to evade his hand but he managed to undo it and then ever so slowly inched her zipper down. Since she couldn't see what he was doing, she was totally surprised when she heard him step forward and kiss her. Again she tried to fight, but one of his hands was buried within her hair keeping her head still, while the other cruelly held her jaw so that she couldn't bite. Stepping back, he shoved her jeans over her hips to puddle around her ankles. “Step out of them, love,” he commanded. Sara hesitated, and he slapped her again. “Now!” She stepped out of the jeans, again breathing heavily. “Now kick them away from you.” Sara kicked the jeans hard, furious that she was being made to take any sort of active role in this. “That's the spirit.” She heard this again right next to her ear, and she shivered and got goosebumps in response. He noticed, and let his hand trail up her arm. “You can't be cold – the gym's more than adequately heated… no, I think this is because you're turned on!” “Noooo,” she whispered, pushing her head back fully against the lockers, but Sara knew he was right. It was turning her on. He knew it too, and keeping his breath on her ear slid his left hand down her body and again cupped her sex, this time through just her thong. Slipping one finger beneath the string, he felt how wet she was. “Yes, you're definitely getting off on this, love.” She shuddered under the combined pleasures of his hot breath on her ear and his finger in her cunt. He removed his finger and she heard him place it in his mouth and suck it clean.

She'd forgotten about the presence of the thug, but now the man asked him to pull her away from the lockers just a little, and as he did so the man undid her strapless bra. She gasped as the air hit her nipples and made them hard, and then gasped even louder as the man took one in his mouth and began to tease it. Suddenly he bit down lightly upon it and she groaned as the intense sensations made her knees drop out from under her, putting all of her weight on her wrists which the thug was holding up. Laughing the man reached up with both hands and began alternately fondling and pinching her breasts. As quickly and efficiently as the first time, he again moved in and intimately kissed her before moving away. “Please, this isn't right... you shouldn't b—” She was cut off by the surprise of having her thong plucked up and snapping back against her sex, making a squishy noise. “Love, I think you should stop denying that this is what you want. You're so wet right now that your thong has soaked through. In fact, since it's not really useful anyway…” He slid the thong down her legs and this time she stepped out of them without thinking. “That's good, love. Now kick them away, too.” She kicked them and stood before him naked, hands held above her head by the voyeuristic brute and eyes held closed by a strip of duct tape while the man surveys the scene she makes. “Beautiful,” he sighed. His hand rose to trace the outline of her trembling mouth and then traveled down her body to rest on her naked sex. He pushed one finger, then two, into her vagina and was rewarded by Sara's noisily bucking form. “Oh, god, this isn't happening, ohhh goddd!” “Tell me you like this.” “Nooo.” He pushed into her further, and his other hand began to stroke and manipulate her clitoris. “Tell me you like this.” “I can't.” Three fingers. “Tell me you like this.” “Ohhh godd.” His movements sped up. “Tell me you like this.” “Yesss,” she hissed, head dropping then slamming back as she orgasmed onto his hand.

Sara slumped as the orgasm cleared from her body, and shivered as the sweat already began to cool. He kissed her again, and then forced her to spread her legs as widely as possible while still supporting her. Sara tried to close her legs, hating feeling this exposed, but was slapped this time on her cunt and resignedly kept them open. “That was beautiful, love. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself,” he whispered into her ear. Then she heard a rustling noise. “Since you were so good, I have a present for you!” She heard a slight humming noise, and then felt the cold, buzzing exterior of a metal vibrator being pushed into her vagina. He pushed it in relatively far, and sounded satisfied when he declared, “So you're definitely not a virgin! I didn't think I felt a hymen, but I wanted to make sure.” He withdrew the toy and began running it up and down her slit. Sara felt her arousal rapidly rise again, and began to push into the toy, but he wouldn't let her get any pressure. She whimpered in frustration and then moaned in disgust at her own horniness, but kept seeking the vibrator. He tormented her with it for what seems like ages, never letting her orgasm again but always getting her close. “Tell me what you want, love.” “I… want… you… to… let… me… go…” she choked out with effort. “Say that you want to fuck me.” “I…” “Say it, love.” He took the vibrator completely away, and her body overrode her mind. “Fuck me! Please fuck me!” He quickly unzipped his pants, pulled out his extremely hard dick, and inserted it into her. “Yessss,” she hissed again, and began rocking against him, seeking out her second orgasm of the night. His hands mauled her breasts and then moved up to her mouth, forcing his fingers into it in a mimicking back-and-forth motion. She screamed out her orgasm into his hands, and her clenching and rippling sent him into an orgasm as well. He stayed in her for a few minutes, and then withdrew.

“Thanks, love. That was perfect. You were perfect.” He picked up her halter and wiped himself off on it. “I have to go now, but my friend here will take care of you.” Sara began to plead with him, but he cut her off. “No, he's not interesting in fucking you; he enjoys watching and beating off later. He's just going to make sure you don't report this right away and that there's no evidence left.” She heard the man leave, and then was quickly turned around as her hands were again forced behind her back. The thug grabbed another piece of duct tape and taped her hands behind her back and shoved her down on her knees. He rapidly taped her ankles together as well, and then left her lying there on the floor while he gathered all of her clothes and possessions and put them back in her gym bag. Then Sara felt herself being picked up and carried into one of the showers. “Please don't hurt me, please don't kill me,” she begged, but all that he did was turn on the water and wash her body, taking care to clean her vagina of any trace of the man's semen. He briefly turned the water off and roughly dried her face before putting a piece of duct tape over her mouth. She heard the humming noise start up again and felt him shove the entire buzzing vibrator into her cunt before drying the outside of her sex and taking two more strips of duct tape to firmly seal it inside of her. She tried to say something through her gag, but it was muffled and unintelligible. The brute then turned on the hot water again and walked out of the showers, stopping to pick up her gym bag before leaving the locker room.