Fiona had been going to the gym for a couple of months now, trying to get in shape. She wasn't overweight at all. She was fairly thin, had large breasts and a nice body. She just wanted to get some definition to her body. She was tired of being single. She was one of those girls that did not know how beautiful she really was.
Charlie had been working out at the gym for years. He noticed Fiona the first day she arrived. He had fantasized about just this type of girl. She seemed to have low confidence, and he knew she needed to realize how beautiful she was. He was tall, muscular, and very good looking. It was easy for him to get a girl. He was tired of the type of girls he was getting, though. Of course they were beautiful, and as fit as he was... but he hated that. Women that were beautiful and fit were usually used to being powerful and in control. He was tired of sex being equal; he wanted to be in control.
One day he had noticed a notebook with Fiona's name on it, and when he opened it there were sexual fantasies written in it. Almost all of them were about being dominated and forced to enjoy pleasure.
"She is waiting for someone to take her..."
That gave him the nudge he needed to fulfill his fantasy with her.
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Fiona went straight from work to the gym, as usual. She wished she had the gumption to get up before work, but she never could. She took her gym bag and walked to the tanning rooms, and was happy to see that her favorite tanning room was unoccupied. It was a little bigger than the other tanning rooms; it had a love seat and a stand up tanning bed. It felt cozier. The only thing she did not like was the huge mirror that took up half the wall, but those were in all the rooms. She hated looking at herself naked; all she saw was her flaws.
She stripped down and started the stand up tanning bed. The fan was loud and blocked out all of the noise.
Charlie snuck down the hall where the tanning rooms were, and looked around to make sure no one saw him. He had stolen the key to the room a few weeks ago from behind the front counter, knowing that this was the room she always used. He was finally going to have her...
She closed her eyes and relaxed as she felt the heat start to warm her skin. She didn't even hear anyone enter the room. Suddenly, to her surprise, the door to the stand up tanning booth opened and a hand was over her mouth as she was roughly pulled out. She started to scream, but the man turned her to face the mirror and said, "Look at me, don't you think it would be pretty easy for me to hurt you?"
She got quiet and nodded her head once. He continued, "Good girl. Now, if you just do what I tell you to, I won't have to snap that pretty little neck of yours. You will answer all of my commands with 'yes, sir.' Do you understand?" he moved his hand from her mouth.
Tears flooded her eyes and she quietly whispered, "Yes, sir." She had seen this man in the gym day after day, but had never bothered giving him much notice, because she knew she never had a chance with someone like him. She didn't even know his name.
"Good girl."
"Please, sir, don't hurt me. Just let me go and no one will ever know... you've seen me naked, you see there is nothing much to look at... please just let me go!" Her pleads turned to sobs.
"Calm down. Breathe. I am far from done with you."
He began to run his hands all over her body, up and down her stomach, her thighs, grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She closed her eyes, not wanting to watch.
"Open your eyes now. Look into the mirror. You will watch every second."
She opened her eyes. He slapped her hard on the ass, and she yelped.
"Did you forget something, Fiona? I gave you a command. I am giving you one more chance. This will be your only second chance. Open your eyes now."
For a second she was confused, but she blushed as she realized what he wanted. "Yes, sir," she said meekly.
He took a step backwards and sat on the couch, pulling her on his lap, both of them still facing the mirror. He continued his assault of her body, lightly pinching and twisting her nipples. To her disgust, her body started to respond slightly to his touch. Her nipples were erect and there was a tingling between her legs. She was determined not to give him the pleasure of knowing she was getting aroused, so she tried to force herself to think of something else --anything else. Then he started to pull her legs apart.
"No, No, please no!"
"Shhh, now, Fiona."
She lowered her voice to a whisper, "Please don't touch me there, please... just let me go! It's not too late, no one will ever know. I'll find a new gym, you'll never see me again, please let me go."
He ignored her. "Spread your legs, Fiona." She hated the way he said her name, like she was his slave, like he owned her. There was so much power and authority in it that she knew she had to choice but to obey.
"Yes, sir." She spread her legs a little, and her face burned red as she saw herself exposed in the mirror.
"Further. Spread them wide for me."
"Yes, sir," She almost forgot to say it. She spread her legs wide. A tear fell down her cheek. His hand began to rub the inside of her thigh, and then slowly moved towards her sex. She sucked in her breath as he found her clit and roughly massaged it. All of her past sexual experiences had pretty much just been to the point, in a dark room with someone she had in a serious relationship with. She had never had the confidence for foreplay, and had only slept with three men in her 24 years. No one had ever touched her like this. Her nipples started to tingle and the manipulation of her clit caused a yearning in the pit of her stomach, a pleasurable ache built in her groin that she did not understand. She felt herself get wet and blushed again. After rubbing her clit a bit more, he slid his finger slowly into her hole. He slid it in and out several times before his thumb resumed the manipulation of her clit. Her breath was staggered, and she could feel herself dripping all over his hand.
"You like it, don't you? Tell me."
She didn't answer.
He pulled his hand out and she let out a whimper before she could stop herself.
She sighed, and said, "Yes... it does feel good. I must be a freak if no one I go out with can ever make me feel good, and a rapist can." She started to cry tears of shame. Guilt washed over Charlie quickly, as he realized he had started off way too strong... had not given her a chance to realize he was trying to please her, not hurt her. He wrapped his strong, muscular arms around her and pulled her to his chest.
"Shhhh Fiona, listen. I have watched you for months now, and I have been uncontrollably attracted to you since I saw you I think about you all the time. I'm not going to rape you, I will leave right now. But I know, if you will let me play the aggressor for a little while, that I can make you feel better than you have ever felt. I won't hurt you... I will leave if you tell me to. I thought you would want to be a submissive... I didn't know you were really afraid."
A sense of relief washed through her as she realized she would not be raped. Her initial reaction was to tell him to get the fuck away, but the aching need between her legs begged her to reconsider. She had never done ANYTHING like this before, but she had been so sexually frustrated for years... she had always fantasized about being dominated, but always felt dirty for thinking that way. She had only slept with a few men and had never had an orgasm. She had resigned to the fact that she must just be one of those females that cannot reach orgasm, though she tried!
Fiona knew that if she consented to this man now, she would be in his complete power. He would step back into the role of aggressor and do what he wanted with her. She would be powerless, and might not be able to stop him again. Instead of scaring her, the knowledge sent tingles through her body, and caused her pussy to ache for more.
There was something else... "Of all the beautiful, thin, tan, strong women that come through this place and drool over you... you fantasize about... me?"
'I see I was right about thinking she had low self confidence,' he thought. "Yes, I think you are amazingly beautiful, sexy and feminine... you do not see yourself correctly if you think anything less of yourself."
"If I consent to this, I need you to understand that I am not a slut. I have never done anything like this... but I am so... I need it so... I don't know what has come over me, really, this is not like me... but I want to do it. I want you to control me."