Spreading it in the Gym, Part 2 [MMF] [rape] [non-consensual]

The first installment of this story, Part 1, may be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/h0qkmq/spreading_it_in_the_gym_mmf_rape_nonconsensual/).

As Mike watched Cordelia sit up from the weight bench and look in the mirror on the wall, he saw she was watching him now. Her eyes looked like saucers as she saw the bulge in his shorts. Then, she turned her head and looked directly at Jamal and, seeing the outline of his cock too, dropped her jaw in surprise. Jamal simply returned her look and smiled.

Cordelia couldn’t believe her eyes. She didn’t know what to do, so she simply took another gulp of water, then laid back down on the bench to start her next set of repetitions. As she pushed against the bar again, lifting it from the rack, she tried to ignore her racing heart and considered her options.

As she lifted the barbell, Mike and Jamal looked at each other, nodded, then simultaneously walked towards Cordelia. Mike reached her first, just as she was lowering the bar to her chest.

“Can I help you?” Cordelia asked, a tone of annoyance in her voice.

He didn’t answer. Instead, Mike stood over her and abruptly grasped her bar with both hands, holding it down, preventing her from lifting it back onto the rack.

“What are you doing?” she yelled.

Again, he didn’t respond.

Cordelia suddenly felt a pair of hands grasp her thighs. She craned her neck up to see who it was, and saw Jamal holding them as he sat down on her legs.

“Why are you doing this?!” she screamed, her voice betraying a trace of fear.

“Don’t act so surprised, you whore,” Mike finally uttered. “We know what women like you want when you wear an outfit like that!”

Cordelia now realized the men planned on holding her against her will, and could hurt her. She was still clutching the barbell as Mike held it down, and her arms ached as she tried to keep the weight off of her chest.

“Help!” she shrieked. “Help me!” Her screams echoed in the large room, but besides the two men holding her down, the only other person who could hear her was the employee behind the desk, and he would be no help. His job was to be on the lookout for anyone who might come to the door, so he could warn Mike and Jamal.

Jamal laid over Cordelia, pinning her entire body down, while Mike lifted the barbell off of her chest, placing it back on the rack, locking it into place. Next, Mike pulled her wrists behind her head while Jamal scooted back down her body. It was then they saw for the first time, when her T-shirt rose in concert with her arms, her brown areolas, bare and pointing upward. Both men stopped and gazed at her tits, the beads of sweat glistening on her swelling breasts, her nipples stiffening as they stared.

Jamal sat up, once again sitting on Cordelia’s legs as he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of her gym shorts and swiftly pulled them down, past her thighs, knees, then ankles.

As he pulled down her shorts, Cordelia tried to kick him, both legs flailing, but missed hitting Jamal, the only effect being her shorts slipping off one leg. Despite her kicking, he was able to secure her thrashing limbs again. He pushed each leg to opposite sides of the bench, and sat down between them, firmly holding her thighs in place. From this position, he was able to see her pussy up close. Unlike most women he’d seen, Cordelia’s puffy vagina was covered with thick, curly hair.

“Lay on top of her again and hold her arms,” Mike told Jamal. “I’m going to get something.” Jamal dutifully followed Mike’s instructions, laying face down on top of Cordelia.

“Get off of me!” she pleaded.

But Jamal remained, his face inches from hers.

She spit on him, hitting his face. But Jamal only smiled and then, unexpectedly, Cordelia felt his cock harden further against her thigh.

*He’s actually enjoying this! Sick bastard!*

Mike returned carrying several jump ropes, and began tightly tying her limbs to each leg of the bench. Cordelia pleaded for him to stop, but he would not listen.

“Okay, you can get off of her. That should hold her.”

Jamal lifted himself off of Cordelia. He and Mike stood over her, looking at her smooth, tan skin, sweat covering her entire body. Her shorts were still wrapped around one ankle, her T-shirt gathered above her breasts. Her hair had been bundled together with a scrunchy, but only some of it was still gathered within the hair band, half of it free and falling below the bench. She looked disheveled and scared, and was softly crying, perhaps knowing what would happen next.

“Alex, can you come over here?” Mike asked. The employee behind the desk perked up, straightening his posture when he heard his name called.

“What?”

“Can you come over here? I’ve got something for you.”

Alex walked out from behind the desk towards the two men. As he approached them, he couldn’t help but stare at Cordelia, naked and tied to the bench. His cock began to stiffen, and he felt guilty about it. The men had told him they were going to teach her a lesson for dressing inappropriately, and he had watched everything happen from his desk, but he didn’t know it would come to this. What the men had done so far surprised him, and he knew it wasn’t right. *They could get in a lot of trouble*, he thought.

“Just look at that beauty,” Mike suggested. “Don’t you love looking at a naked, helpless woman?” he asked, looking at Alex.

“Well, I’ve never really seen anything like this before, at least in real life.”

“She can’t just walk in here wearing barely nothing to cover her body. We have to teach her a lesson Alex, and we want you to help.”

Alex wondered what he meant by helping.

“How old are you Alex?”

“16.”

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

“Sure.”

“Really?”

“Well, my girlfriend and I kiss and touch each other, but that’s about it so far.”

“How would you like to fuck a real woman. A woman that doesn’t know her place. A whore that needs to be taught a lesson about what she can wear in public.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think we should do anything like that.” Despite Alex’s words, his cock hardened even more, as if it didn’t believe what he was saying.

“Are you sure you got a girlfriend, Alex? You’re not a sissy boy are you?”

“No!” he exclaimed.

“Well why don’t you pull those khakis off and show her what a real man carries?!”

Alex hesitated. Mike and Jamal stared at him, waiting for his next move. He didn’t want them to think he wasn’t a real man. He too had noticed how she was dressed when she first walked in. *She was dressed like a slut*, he thought, *so maybe she deserves some humiliation.*

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