Rape in the Gym
by Y.G. Hen
Copyright© 2025 by Y.G. Hen
Erotica Sex Story: A regular gym-goer, experiences a series of intense sexual fantasies and encounters, and so the erotica begins...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Rape MaleDom Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Voyeurism Size .
The dark form of her rapist loomed above Gill, and his hand squeezed brutally her tit, making her cry with pain—but oddly making her cunt tingle. “Spread ‘em!” He ordered coarsely, pulling her legs widely apart. “No, no, no!” whimpered Gill,”Please no!”
The rapist brandished his huge, stiff dick, laughing coarsely, and smashed it in one strike into her widely open cunt. The 10-inch-long plastic dick disappeared almost entirely in her wet box, causing her a longed-for mixture of pain and pleasure.
“AHHH! Please don’t! It hurts so much!” she moaned, her hips heaving up into the violating member. Oh, yes, this one was a good-sized dick. She shoved it in and out with all her might, heaving heavily against it.
The dark rapist only laughed at her pleading, “You have felt nothing yet! “Spread your cheeks!”
“NO! Not in the ass!” she pleaded, but to no avail. The other rapist, well, if she wanted to be fucked both in the cunt and her ass, there must be two of them! He stuck his smaller black dick in her ass, making her scream louder for mercy.
Gill heaved and pushed both dicks into her openings, thrashing, jerking, yelling, and screaming in a searing orgasm, one of the best she’d had lately.
Catching her breath afterwards, she contemplated: why did she need these fantasies at all? After all, she had her regular sex with Walt every couple of days or so ... Well, maybe that’s the trouble—regular sex. She missed the excitement of new adventures. Maybe it’s time to say goodbye to Walter.
Not that she was worried too much about any replacement: looking in the mirror, she saw a handsome face, blue eyes, and reddish short hair, and a perfect body for her 32 years. After all, she worked on it diligently in the gym, at least three times a week. Maybe she’ll try to find there her mate this time and not in her work circle. After all, what excitement can you expect to find among accountants?
It was nearly 10 in the evening, and the instructor responded quite impatiently to Gill’s flirting. All he wanted was to get home. Gil was the last client to leave the gym. It was situated on the fourth floor of a mall, all empty now, and she heard the commotion of the instructor’s leaving. Now she was all alone in the building. Gill heard the clicking of her shoes echoing in the empty space. Suddenly, she noticed another echo joining the clicking of her shoes, a heavy footstep of a man nearing, and nearing.
Fear constricted her throat— even if she screamed, nobody would hear her. Her fantasy was now turning into a nightmare! The footsteps neared even more, and Gill was anxiously rehearsing in her mind the self-defense moves: “first, a strong kick into his crotch, then to his face, then run.” The fast, heavy footsteps were very near now. She could now even hear the breath of her attacker.
“Ma’am, Miss, I mean, excuse me?” She heard a rough voice behind her. She turned around, all tense, only to see the familiar face of the gym’s attendant, a big, strongly built man with an Asian look.
“You have left your membership card on the counter,” he said, holding it out to her.
“Than-thank you...” mumbled Gill, with a trembling voice. The released tension had left her shaking, her legs sagging underneath her.
“Miss? Do you feel well? Sorry to have scared you,” said the attendant.
“It’s OK, really, just let me catch my breath again,” responded Gill, leaning on him and lowering herself onto a nearby bench. Gill’s dizzy head was resting on his shoulder, and she smelt a pungent odor of men’s sweat. Her finger trailed a strong muscular arm and shoulder, and now while calming down, she felt a familiar tingling in her loins.
Her human pillow moved, and she felt a strong hand closing on her breast and squeezing.
“What? How dare ... stop it!” she shouted, with a dry throat. The brutal, sudden act had brought to her all her “rape” memories. Oddly enough, she felt outraged more than frightened.
“Come on, miss, cut the bull,” he responded. “You know you want it. All evening you have been giving me the eye.” And he squeezed her tit yet again, pulling her jeans open with the other hand and pulling them down to her knees.
The squeezing of her tit sent a ray of fire into her cunt, igniting the internal furnace. “Stop it NOW, you bastard!” She screamed, pounding with her fists on his wide chest to no avail.
He rose from the bench, dropping his trunks and brandishing a huge splitter. He slowly pulled a condom.
The sight made her both fear and want the pole in her. “Is it really that big or is it just the fear?” she thought. She was jumping awkwardly trying to pull on her jeans when he grabbed her, pushed her over the bench back. It was a double, back-to-back bench, so she crashed down on the other side, her head hitting the seat, while her naked ass was leaning on the top. She tried to kick him, but he just stepped in between her flaying legs, using enormous strength, he split them widely open with both his hands and shoved in.
It was as if she was turned on by some machine. She felt humiliated by the invasion into her body, overpowered by this huge ape, and aroused as never before. She flew into an orgasm almost immediately. The pounding of the strong, manly body against her clit sent her spinning high, and the powerful piston movements of the mighty pole inside aroused all her hidden points. She was heaving against him, thrashing, skewered on the hard dick, moaning, screaming, and yelling for more.
On and on, the huge cock pounded her, carrying her from an orgasm to another. Her pelvis divorced itself from her body, dancing a wild tattoo on the bench’s back, and her head flew off in a dizzy spell, all the world spinning around her, disappearing into a nothingness, only the feelings in her cunt remaining.
“OOH! HO!” Mighty shoves returned her to the ground again when her violator erupted. She slipped on the bench, losing her trousers leg in the process. Now she was free to ... to do what exactly? She didn’t recall. Did she want to escape the humiliation? To fight back?
The dark figure of her attacker loomed above her as he came around the bench. She kicked with all her might, aiming at his groins, but obviously, she missed. Her attacker caught her flying leg and pulled – and she crashed heavily down. The pain of the fall has sent her head spinning, and as if in a nightmare, she felt herself being pulled up, raised, and leaned against the bench’s back, kneeling on the seat.
“You want it rough? Ahh, bitch, you’ll get your wish!” rasped the rapist’s voice, doubling her over the bench, her ass high in the air.
“Oh my god, he is going to rape my ass!” she thought, horrified.
A flash of searing pain hit her bowels as her attacker hammered his ramrod inside her ass. Gill’s cunt was smashed against the back of the bench, screaming, and the stiff rod hit and dug in yet more, and again, until it was embedded in her to the hilt.
Gill was screaming for pain, but somewhere, along the pain, she started to receive strange tingles of lust from her cunt, which was brutally ground against the bench. Yes. It was a brutal, humiliating invasion, but her clit was being rubbed against the rough wood, and Gill felt herself being swept again in a whirlpool of lust.
The pain in her ass eased a little bit, and Gill felt a new, shattering orgasm building up in her loins. Each thump shoved her onto the hard bench, sending fluttering sensations from her clit, those meeting hot waves of fullness rising from her bowels to her cunt. Her screams of pain changed to moans.
Oh, she was so full!
The tempo increased, and Gill felt her pelvis joining the feast, heaving, rotating, jumping up and down. Her lust screams joined deep grunts and roars of the rapist, and as she exploded in a shattering orgasm that wiped everything else from her mind.
Gill was screaming, heaving her ass so strongly the long cock nearly left her only to be rammed again inside to the hilt. Her cunt was gushing orgasmic juices and inside her all her world was shattered to colorful smithereens.
The hard shoves of her attacker and his roars signified his eruption, contained in the rubber wrapping, and he withdrew his pole. Gill slumped heavily on the bench, breathless, her pelvis still jumping, and quivering in an echo of the orgasm.
The gym attendant peeled the condom filled with his jism and smeared with her feces off his dick. Throwing the stinking rubber into her face and uttering, “Slut!” then he left.
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