Paddling for Pain & Pleasure

Part 1

Samantha Templeton was precocious. From the moment she could walk, she was running. Sports and exercise became her life. But she also became bored with them too.

She started gymnastics, like most young girls at the age of five, but by the age of nine, she found herself limited by the competitions she could enter, although she knew she was better than her peers.

She took up swimming and soccer, and got so good at these too, but wasn't allowed to compete in the older age groups. She soon found the same happening when she took up Judo. She found herself getting bored very quickly when she felt her progression being limited, and so she moved onto something else, at which she excelled just as well, with the same impossible hurdles to jump.

Then came Sam's eureka moment. Now aged fourteen, she was on holiday with her parents over in North Wales, and they decided to try a day kayaking off the coast of Anglesey. To say that Sam took to it like a duck to water would be an understatement. She found the challenge of 'competing' against an ever-changing sea to be a revelation and she loved it.

Back home, her parents found a sea kayaking club nearby and Sam began spending every weekend learning the new skills required just to survive. Then one weekend the club, headed inland to do some river kayaking, which also opened Sam's eyes to even more possibilities and challenges.

Sam's determination and aptitude were quickly noticed within the club, especially by Robert Williamson, one of the club's founder members and also one of its most senior instructors, although he was in his early seventies by this time. After one weekend session Robert approached Sam's parents and asked if they would be willing for him to begin to more formally coach Sam, as he believed she had tremendous potential in the sport.

Sam's parents had heard this before and knew how Sam had consistently become bored with her previous sports and were sure the same would happen now. But they gave Robert the go ahead.

Now every weekend Robert would take Sam away to different rivers across the country and began to hone her skills. Some days he would just take her for a long walk along the side of the river, asking her to describe what she saw the river doing, and what it meant. Others, he would have her paddling up and down the same stretch, time and time again, as she worked out the best route.

Eighteen months later, Robert and Sam headed up to Grandtully in Perthshire for the British Championships, and to everyone's surprise, apart from Robert, Sam came third. Now she came to the attention of the British Canoe Federation and again her life changed.

Now, once a month Sam and Robert would head to Nottingham for a weekend, where Sam would receive additional training from other coaches as well as getting the chance to meet her fellow competitors.

On these occasions Sam and Robert were put up at facilities at the Pierrepont Centre and Sam found herself sharing with Amanda Jenkins, an eighteen-year-old, whom Sam had actually beaten when winning her bronze medal, much to Amanda's horror and annoyance. But, to Amanda's credit, she seemed to put this behind her and welcomed Sam into the Training Group.

Over the next year things continued to go well, and Amanda actually found herself learning from her younger competitor, and the two had many tight races, with both coming out on top. Then, Amanda got herself a new coach, one of the senior instructors and selectors for the BCF and suddenly her attitude appeared to change, she seemed to come more alive.

Steven Stevenson was in his late forties and had been an Olympian twenty-five years earlier, although not terribly successfully. However, he still lived off that glory and had used it to force his way to the heady heights he now occupied. According to Sam, she thought he was a creepy, slimy, fat old git, and she tried to avoid him as much as possible. His new role as Amanda's coach made that a little more difficult.

But Sam continued to excel, and now only seventeen years old she qualified for the European Championships being held just outside Zagreb in Croatia. Here, she really brought herself to the attention of the kayaking fraternity, by again winning another bronze medal. This was the springboard to greater things.

The following year, Sam, who had only just turned eighteen two weeks earlier, won the British Championships, and from this qualified for the Olympics which would be held later in the year.

To say that Sam, her parents, and Robert were delighted, would have been an immense understatement, but it was an opportunity none of them wanted to miss. As soon as her A Levels finished at school Sam moved up to Nottingham, to the Pierrepont facility, so that she could train full-time under the tutelage of Steven and the other kayak coaches. Amanda was also living at the facilities almost full time as she too had managed to get herself on the Olympic squad.

Sam found herself becoming settled very quickly, and was delighted that Amanda seemed to have got over Sam beating her in the Nationals, she seemed to be making a big attempt to make friends with Sam. Sam also noticed something strange with Amanda's interaction with Steven, although being still quite young and naive she didn't really understand what the little looks and smiles between them meant.

A couple weeks later Sam saw something else that confused her a little. One afternoon coming back from a tough training session, she saw a rather hot and puffing Steven leave Amanda's Dorm room. Sam then noticed this on a few other occasions, a red and sweaty Steven leaving from Amanda's room, and on top of that Amanda seemed to be full of the joys of Spring. Sam was intrigued.

About a month before the Team were to fly out to the Holding Camp and Training Facilities that Team GB would use prior to the Olympics, they had a large Media event, where the team outfits would also be paraded for the first time. Sam was over the moon to be selected as one of the athletes that would be photographed in the new kit.

However, when she went to the locker room to change into the new dry top and leggings she had a little bit of a problem. The leggings fitted fine, but the dry top was a little bit on the tight size, and she had to struggle a bit to get it over her head and shoulders. But eventually she was in and actually found it fitted comfortably, and she had plenty of movement which she demonstrated during the photoshoot, both on land and out in her boat.

Being the youngest on the team, Sam also received a lot of interest and was the last one to finish with the reporters and could then head to change. The facilities appeared to be deserted when Sam got back to the locker room and began to strip off.

As before she had no problems in stripping off the leggings, but as she began to peel the dry top off over her head, she suddenly found herself stuck and unable to move, one way or the other. No matter how she wriggled, trying to free her arms, or her head, or her shoulders, she was stuck. At first, she panicked a bit, but then she found the funny side of things and began laughing.

Once she had composed herself, she tried again but still could not manage to extract herself from the dry top which was half off, covering her head with her arms trapped inside. She needed assistance, so she decided to shout out for help.

For a couple of minutes, she regularly cried out for help, hoping that someone would hear her and come to her rescue. She didn't want to go staggering out into the corridor because, a - she couldn't see where she was going, and b - she only had her pants on her lower half, and that would be really embarrassing.

Suddenly, she thought she heard the door of the locker room open, and she again cried out, indicating that she was stuck and needed help, but no one came to her aid, although she was sure that she heard the door closing again. But the muffling of the dry top over her ears may have confused her.

However, she was more optimistic, and she redoubled her efforts, shouting more frequently and louder.

A couple of minutes later, and again she thought she heard the door open, and she struggled to her feet, explaining that she was stuck in the top and could the person help her. But there was no response.

However, someone was there. Actually, two people were standing there watching Sam as she stood half naked, her head and arms encompassed in tight fabric, like a trussed-up chicken.

It was Amanda and Steven, and they grinned lasciviously as they watched Sam in her predicament. Amanda was about to talk, but Steven hushed her by putting a hand over her mouth and indicating that Sam might be able to hear them if they spoke. Steven then pointed over to a table that stood to one side of the locker room and indicated that they should bend Sam over the table. Amanda grinned with excitement.

By now, Sam was pretty sure she had again been hearing things and was about to sit back down on the bench, when suddenly she was grabbed by the arms and waist and hustled across the locker room. Before she could respond, apart from a shocked squeal, she felt her upper thighs come in contact with an edge, and her body was folded at the waist until she felt her abdomen contact with the surface of the table.

Strong arms now held her own arms down against the table surface, and Sam felt herself pinned down, almost unable to move. Sam was still in shock at what had suddenly happened, but also quickly understood her vulnerability. She was now lying face down, trapped inside her dry top, virtually naked.

That virtually, became more of a reality, as Sam felt the hands that had gripped her waist now move to her hips, and grasping the sides of her pants, began to peel them over her bum and down her legs.

Now, Sam really began to squeal and shout, as well as thrash about, trying to break free, but she felt herself strongly held and unable to move. She tried kicking out her feet to catch the person behind her, but now, with her pants around her ankles, she found her movements further restricted.

The next sensation Sam felt, horrified her, but also excited her to equal extents. The hands that had lowered her pants, now began slowly moving back up her legs, stroking over her smooth soft flesh, flesh that only she had touched for the last countless years.

The hands were invading her, but she suddenly found herself excited by the touch, and although she didn't know it, she was getting turned on. The hands felt rough to the touch, and she automatically assumed that it was a couple of males that had found her and were now taking advantage of her dilemma.

As she felt the hands continue to move over her upper thighs and onto her butt cheeks, Sam began to squirm and unconsciously moan. She had no idea just how sensitive her body was to this sort of attention. Then she cried out in surprise, as she felt a warm wet tongue trace a similar path that the hands had, moving up the back of her leg and up over her butt. Her body shivered in excitement.

Amanda was too busy, watching what Steven was signalling that she should do, to notice how Sam's body was trembling beneath her. Steven's power, his ability to decide who should be on the team, and her desire to be one of those chosen had resulted in Amanda becoming a willing 'slave' to Steven, and she needed to comply with his every instruction.

And now he was indicating that Amanda should lick the young captive woman's pussy! Amanda had never been intimate with a woman before, so this was very uncharted territory. However, Steven was telling her to do it!

Still trailing her tongue over Sam's flesh, Amanda began moving towards the deep cleft between Sam's cheeks, her eyes never leaving Steven's as a big smile spread over his face. He was beginning to live out one of his all-too-common fantasies of seeing these two sexy young women pleasuring each other, even though on this occasion it might be very one-sided.

With Amanda's eyes otherwise engaged, she was not entirely focused on direction, and as her tongue reached the bottom of Sam's cleft, she suddenly felt her tongue slide over Sam's puckered little ass hole, and Sam bucked as if she had been plugged into a high voltage supply.

This was definitely not what Sam had expected, but she was horrendously turned on by the touch. Her breasts and nipples were on fire, and her vagina was tingling like crazy, sensations she had never felt before, and although she didn't know it, she was hurtling towards her very first climax.

Realising her mistake, Amanda rapidly headed south and was soon lapping at Sam's puffy and moist labia. Forcing her tongue between the thin lips, Amanda began to taste the fluids that were beginning to seep, in increasing volume, from Sam's excited pussy, and she had to admit they did taste rather nice, not that dissimilar to her own, when she had sucked Steven's cock after he had fucked her.

Now satisfied that this could be rather a pleasant event, Amanda went to town on her young competitor. Grasping Sam's bum cheeks, a bit more firmly, she pulled the fleshy globes apart, which also assisted in splitting Sam's labia and allowing Amanda easier access to her secret pleasure tunnel.

Plunging her tongue into the innocent, virginal hole, Amanda began to fuck Sam's pussy with her tongue, and Sam went ballistic. Muffled howls came from within the dry top, as Sam's knees buckled and she collapsed completely onto the table, her body reeling from its first full orgasm and the young woman's inability to comprehend what was happening to her.

But Amanda didn't stop, and as Sam continued twitching and grunting in pleasure, Amanda began to slide her tongue over Sam's stiff little clitoris. Sam had experimented by touching herself there before, but had always stopped as the sensations had increased, Amanda had no intention of stopping and alternated between licking and sucking on the little peanut of pleasure.

Sam was rapidly coursing towards her second mind-numbing climax and found her breathing coming in big gasps. She knew she was being raped, molested, sexually assaulted, but she couldn't help but become insanely aroused by the new sensations that coursed through her body. She began screaming long before her orgasm exploded, but unexpectedly went silent as she erupted, her legs spasming and thrashing wildly as she not only orgasmed but also squirted her own juices over Amanda's body.

This time, the shock of being sprayed did make Amanda stop, and she sat back on her heels looking up at Steven in surprise. He was just as stunned, but in such a sexual and rampant manner. As he had been holding onto Sam's pinned arms with one hand, he had already extricated his cock and was eagerly stroking it with his other. He was rock hard and oozing precum. And if he wasn't careful, he was going to ejaculate, just as Sam had.

Sam was lying prostrate and lifeless on the table, still gasping wildly as her body crackled and popped with bolts of electricity. Steven took the opportunity to run around the table and almost pushed Amanda out of the way. It was his turn now.

With his cock still in one hand, he used his other to maintain pressure on the back of Sam's neck, as he slid the head of his cock along Sam's slit, looking for her pulsating vagina. Finding the small opening he pushed in, the head of his cock plopping in rather easily. Then he drew breath, before pushing more gently, another couple of inches of his hard, fleshy nob into the young woman. She felt so tight, much tighter than Amanda, but he never thought for one minute that Sam might be a virgin.

Holding himself there, to let her become accustomed to his cock, he took another deep breath then pulled out slightly before pushing over four inches of his length into Sam's hungry pussy.

Only now, did Sam register that her virginal cunt was being invaded, and once again she tried to fight back, but her recent explosive orgasms had drained her of energy, and she could only make feeble efforts to free herself. Again, she felt torn between such mixed emotions. She was being raped, being taken against her will, but it felt so exciting and wicked, and soooo intense.

She could feel her virginal vagina being stretched, as this foreign invader forced open her inexperienced love tunnel, her ultra-sensitive nerves firing, as for the first time, a hard, knobbly object caressed her warm fluid fleshy tube. She didn't even feel the slight tearing as the steel-like shaft punched through her delicate hymen, making a woman of the young girl.

One more thrust and Steven buried the last couple of inches into Sam's cunt, and his thighs slapped against Sam's bum cheeks, but it was at a cost. These three thrusts and the new sensations of being fucked had Sam screaming as yet another orgasm exploded in her pelvis.

On this occasion, her unused muscular pussy walls now had something to squeeze around, and they clamped firmly around Steven's cock. This tightness, the sexiness of watching Amanda lick Sam out before him, and the fact that he was fucking the beautiful young athlete, tipped him over the edge and he felt his own orgasm about to explode.

In a flash, knowing that he couldn't dump his load in Sam's cunt, Steven reached over and grabbed a handful of Amanda's hair as she still knelt beside him.

She had been fascinated as she watched his cock plunge into Sam's pussy, and then pulling his cock out of Sam's pussy, Steven rammed his cock into Amanda's mouth just as the first blasts of cum shot from the end of his cock.

This all took Amanda by complete surprise, and finding her mouth suddenly inundated with thick creamy spunk, was unable to swallow it all and was aghast to find it dribbling out of her mouth and down the front of her t-shirt.

Steven didn't care, he was in bliss and would remember this for a long time.

But suddenly he did come back to his senses. Again, Sam was lying there numbed and almost comatose at the ferociousness of her climax, she was mumbling incoherently, still trapped within her dry top. Stuffing his cock back into his trousers, and getting Amanda back up onto her feet, Steven began to ease Sam out of her predicament, but not completely.

Freeing her arms a bit more; so that she would be now able to extract them from her top, then release her head, Steven grabbed Amanda by the arm and ushered her from the locker room, making sure that no one saw their exit. He had to make sure that they were far away from her and visible to others, so that, should Sam report the incident, they would have an alibi.

Amanda was in such a state, her t-shirt drenched in Sam's juices and Steven's spunk, that she needed to go and get a shower and change and quickly, so leaving Steven she headed off to her Dorm room. Steven quickly disappeared down to the Kit and Storage lockers so that he could make out that he had been down there checking that things were getting prepared for their shipment out to the Olympic training camp. As long as no one saw them on their way to their destinations, they should be able to get away with it, they hoped.

Back in the locker room, Sam was still lying dishevelled on the top of the table, slowly coming back to some sort of sense, as her body that had betrayed her so deliciously minutes earlier, began to feel empty and void.

Groggily, she tried to move, anticipating the same entrapment as she had encountered before, but to her surprise she could move her arms more freely and realised that somehow or other she had worked her escape. Dragging her wrists out of the tight neoprene cuffs, she freed her arms completely, then dragging the tight neoprene collar up over her face she was released from her captivity.

Looking around the locker room, her eyes darted, looking for any indication of who might have been there, who her assailants might have been. But to her surprise, she suddenly found herself not thinking of them as assailants but as sexual partners. She felt disgusted, but also strangely thrilled, at the thought.