The Coronavirus caused gyms across America to close, including Cordelia’s. But on this Monday, her gym would open for the first time in three months, and she was eager to return to shaping her body, to make it toned and firm again.
She pulled the glass door open and walked to the front desk to check-in. Two employees, a young Caucasian woman and a young black man, were standing behind the desk. The male employee saw Cordelia first.
“Welcome!” He sounded happy to say it, as if he had had few chances to welcome customers that day. Cordelia handed him her keytag. As she watched him scan it, she couldn’t help but notice his large biceps. She smiled and thanked him, then turned to look around the gym for the first time. She was surprised to see how few people were actually there.
In the large room which held the workout machines and free weights, she only saw a half a dozen people, four of them men and two women.
*Maybe people are still scared of getting sick from the Coronavirus*, she thought. *Or maybe they don’t know the gym is open yet.*
Cordelia didn’t mind it was nearly empty. In fact, she preferred it. Most of the machines were free to use, and she could easily maintain a proper social distance between her and the other exercisers.
She decided on mounting the stair-climber first. Cordelia knew that every step on the machine would work out her calves, glutes, quads, and hamstrings. It was a good way to target and tone her lower body. She prided herself on her shapely butt, and wanted to keep it that way.
Cordelia climbed up the steps and set the pace of the moving stairs, then pushed the start button. To maintain her balance, she held on to metal railings on each side of the stairs. As soon as she grew accustomed to the pace, Cordelia took a moment to look around. Standing near the top of the steps, her field of vision improved. She saw two women stretching on yoga mats, two men building their pectoral muscles on bench-presses, and two other men lifting dumbbells, performing bicep curls. In the distance were several televisions which she mindlessly scanned, trying to decipher what was happening on each without the benefit of audio.
After 30 minutes on the stairs, Cordelia decided to move to the hip abductor machine. She sat down in the saddle, set the proper weight, then began spreading her legs, pushing against the resistance the machine’s weights provided.
As she continued the exercise, opening then closing her legs, she looked at herself in the mirrored wall and was surprised to see pubic hair peeking from underneath the bottom of her shorts. Even more surprising, she saw that two of the men in the gym were watching her, one pointing to the other the spectacle he saw of her spreading legs, which revealed her exposed bush.
As soon as she realized they were watching, Cordelia stopped exercising, placed her legs together, and tried to compose herself, unprepared for the sight of the men watching her at the very moment she exposed her vaginal carpet. She saw her face turn flush in the mirror, then looked away, unable to look at the reflection of the men in the mirror again. *Maybe these shorts are not the best thing to wear at the gym*, she reflected.
Cordelia stood up and stepped over the machine, freeing herself. She bent over and picked up her water bottle from the floor, then turned to see the men who had been behind her. She only glanced at them, but saw they were still watching her, smiling. She lowered her head in humiliation and marched towards the women’s showers, too embarrassed to look at them again as she passed by.
After the men saw Cordelia’s fur poking from beneath her shorts, she decided to take the following day off from working out. She was mortified, and couldn’t bring herself back to the gym. But by the next day, Cordelia’s attitude had changed. She resented the men leering at her, looking between her legs. *Screw them*, she thought. *I just want to work out in comfort! I don’t care if someone occasionally sees something they shouldn’t!*
And so it was that Cordelia found herself at the gym again, defiantly wearing not only the same pair of short shorts, but also a crop-top; a T-shirt she had cut up with scissors to show her cleavage and expose her belly. She even decided not to wear a bra, risking the chance of exposing her “underboob.” *Modesty be damned,* she told herself. *I should be able to wear what I want!*
By the time Cordelia gathered her courage to return to the gym, it was hours later than she normally went, just after 8 pm. This would only give her about an hour to workout before the gym closed. So when she arrived, she decided to repeat her shortened routine from the previous day, starting with the stair-climber.
As before, the gym seemed almost empty, even more so given the later hour. From the top of the steps Cordelia saw three men and one woman working out on weight machines, with no one else in sight other than the single male employee at the front desk.
Once she finished her routine on the stair-climber, she had intentions of moving to the hip abductor, but despite her earlier bravado, had second thoughts. Since she hadn’t worked on her upper body yet, she decided to focus on her pectoral muscles on the bench press instead. *Less exposure that way*, she reasoned.
Cordelia walked to the rack which held the long bar and weights she would lift from the bench press, and added 40 pounds to each end of the barbell. She could usually bench more weight than this, but it had been awhile, so she wanted to go easy on her first time back on the bench press.
Cordelia bent down and placed her water bottle on the floor, then positioned herself on the weight bench, lying down then grasping the bar from underneath, her hands and arms aligned appropriately with the chest muscles she was about to strain.
She suddenly pushed up, and felt the weight of the bar on her palms, triceps and pecs. The weight felt heavier than she expected. *It’s been awhile*, she thought. Cordelia continued the upward motion until her arms were fully extended, then slowly lowered the weight, returning the bar just above her chest, then repeated the upward motion again, duplicating the up and down movement of the bar several times.
As Cordelia lifted the weight, two men on nearby machines watched her. They were in fact acquaintances with each other, having both attended the gym for a number of years. They worked out nearly every day after work, so it was no surprise that after a time they knew each other well enough to nod, wave, and talk to each other about their workouts, among other topics.
Since Cordelia was lying on the weight bench and not looking directly in the mirror in front of her, she didn’t notice the two men watching her. Nor did she observe that when she straddled the bench and laid down, her legs were far enough apart that once again any passerby could observe her pussy hair beneath her shorts, including the two men nearby, who also noticed the bottom of her breasts revealed under her crop-top.
One of the men approached the other and they began quietly speaking to each other, all the while looking at the woman on the bench press. Then, the same man who started the conversation began walking to the check-in desk, and spoke to the employee behind it. The employee smiled and nodded, then picked something up from the desk, and walked to the front door. He inserted a key into the door lock and turned it back and forth, pulled it out of the lock, then returned behind the desk, depositing the keys onto the desktop counter. It was fifteen minutes before closing time, and by this time the only people remaining in the gym were the employee, the two male customers, and Cordelia.
Cordelia had been lying on the weight bench, resting before her next set, oblivious to what had just transpired. She pushed up on the bar again, beginning another round of repetitions. As she lifted the weight, the two male customers approached the row of bench-presses, each of them choosing stations on opposite sides of her, adding weights to the bar at their respective benches, as if they too were about to work out.
As she performed her reps, in the corner of her eye Cordelia saw one of the men walk up to the station next to her. Then, as she continued her struggles lifting the weight, she shifted her head to the other side, and happened to see the other man approach the station on the opposite side. Nevertheless, she was so focused on what she was doing, she thought nothing of it, and continued lifting the bar above her chest.
The men’s names were Mike and Jamal. Mike stood at five feet, eight inches tall, a white man with a stocky build and barrel chest, while Jamal measured in at six foot, five inches tall, a dark-complexioned black man with broad shoulders and thick thighs. The two men had just discussed how Cordelia was dressed. They agreed that women like her who wore such revealing clothing caused them to become sexually aroused, and made them stimulated beyond the limits of their self-control. This woman decided to dress as she did, so it wasn’t their fault they were becoming so aroused. The fault lied with her.
Cordelia finished her second set of ten repetitions on the bench and rested again. She couldn’t help but glance to the left, then to the right, seeing the two men beside her. She wondered why they both decided to work out right next to her, on opposite sides, when there were several other available bench presses in the gym they could have chosen. She noticed both of the men were much larger and more muscular than what she was accustomed to. Her boyfriend was not in very good shape compared to these men. Her heart was pounding, but she thought it was nothing more than her workout that was causing her pulse to beat faster than normal.
She suddenly felt thirsty, and reached for her nearby water bottle on the floor. As Cordelia sat up on the bench to drink it, facing the mirror, she suddenly saw her reflection and realized why the men had chosen stations next to her. To her horror, she saw in the mirror that each of them were now looking directly at her, standing with large protrusions in their gym shorts.
Part 2
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 directed 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?”
“18.”
“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*.
Part 3
While Mike and Jamal watched, Alex unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They fell to the floor, and the men could see the outline of Alex’s cock through the white fabric of his tighty-whities.
Through the cloudiness of her tears, Cordelia also watched Alex drop his pants. She pulled at the ropes restraining her to the bench, but Mike had tied them well, and they would not loosen.
*I’ll just show her how big it is*, Alex thought. As the others watched, he tugged on the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down, revealing the unusually large penis which sprang out from underneath, arching past his stomach. Alex looked at the expressions on the men’s faces and smiled. They looked surprised at how large it was, perhaps because it was bigger than anything they had ever seen before.
Alex was accustomed to such expressions, as he had seen them on the faces of his fellow students as he walked through the locker room after gym class. And somehow, even the girls at school knew about it too, although he had never shown it to any of them before, not even his girlfriend, until now.
Alex stepped out of his pants and underwear, and moved closer to Cordelia, his member hovering above her face. He thought about touching her with it, pushing it down against her lips so she could appreciate the thickness and feel the firmness of it. *Maybe she will touch it back with the tip of her tongue*, he thought. Alex grasped the base of it, pushing his cock down towards her lips. He watched as her eyes widened, her tears streaming down her face as she whimpered. Alex could see she was scared. He started to have second thoughts.
*What am I doing?* he asked himself.
“I can’t do this,” he said out loud. He didn’t want to anger the men, but looked at them and added, “We need to stop.”
“What?” Mike asked. “So you are a sissy boy?”
“Does it look like I’m a sissy with this thing hanging between my legs? I don’t think so.”
“You need to fuck that bitch now.”
“Look, I pulled it out of my pants and put it in her face and scared her. But that’s enough. We need to let her go.”
“No, YOU look, if you don’t put that whore in her place with that thing like I asked you to, you’ll be sorry.”
But Alex had already retrieved his pants and underwear from the floor and was stepping into them. It was clear he wouldn’t participate.
“Jamal, we can’t let this boy help this slut,” Mike pointed out.
Alex heard Mike and watched as the two men approached him. He began to run, but stumbled and fell, realizing too late that his pants were around his ankles. Mike and Jamal each grabbed an arm and picked him up.
“Jamal, what should we do with him?”
“Let’s tie him up too,” Jamal replied.
“Good idea. You hold on to him and I’ll get more rope.”
After Mike left, Alex thought about trying to escape from Jamal, but knew he had little chance. Jamal had a much larger stature than he, and could easily overwhelm him.
Mike soon returned with several jump ropes. Jamal sat Alex down on the shoulder pull machine and held his arms firmly while Mike began tying Alex to the chair and bars of the machine. When he finished, the ropes crisscrossing the machine securing Alex looked like a web created by a drunken spider. While it wasn’t pretty, the ropes did their job, and Alex could barely move, his naked body fastened to the machine and now facing Cordelia, who was still tied up to the nearby weight bench.
“You tie some good knots, Mike,” Jamal gushed.
“Thanks, man. I was a boy scout, then later in the coast guard, so I learned how to tie a knot or two.”
“I guess you need to fuck her now since sissy boy won’t,” Jamal suggested.
“Why don’t we both fuck her?” Mike asked. “That’ll really teach her a lesson.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s do this!”
As Alex watched, the two men returned to Cordelia, and as if they had practiced the movement like choreography, they simultaneously removed their gym shorts and underwear. Neither man was hard yet; they had been too focused on tying Alex up. But Alex could see they too had large cocks, just not as huge as his.
Like Alex before, Mike stood close to Cordelia’s face, looking down, but scanning the length of her luscious body strapped to the bench. He reached for his flaccid penis, and slowly began tugging on it, staring at her full tits. The visual stimulus helped, and he felt his member begin to harden again.
Jamal stood at the other end of the bench, also stroking his cock. He could see Cordelia’s legs were still apart, tightly secured by Mike’s handiwork, revealing her hairy pussy. He noticed moisture between her legs, but didn’t know if it was sweat, or if she was excited by the prospect of two men who were about to screw her. He believed the latter, and it caused his dick to harden.
Cordelia felt a tingling in her arms and legs, which had “fallen asleep” after the pressure of the ropes constricted her nerves and reduced blood flow to her limbs, creating a numbness. Her sweat cooled her skin, and the chilled, air conditioned room created goosebumps which permeated her body, causing her to shiver. She felt tired, with little energy to fight, not that it mattered, since she couldn’t move anyway. Cordelia looked at the men standing over her, leering at her like a piece of meat, shocked at the turn of events. She would never have guessed in a million years that simply by wearing a revealing outfit, it would cause them to do terrible things. *Just close your eyes and think of something else,* she thought.
Alex continued watching the men from his front row seat. As they pulled on their members, looking at Cordelia’s naked body, Alex could only sit helplessly tied to his seat, unable to help her. Unexpectedly, the sight of it all caused his cock to twitch. *No!* he thought. *I shouldn’t be getting excited!* His penis had been resting comfortably between his thighs, sleeping softly. But as he viewed the scene unfolding before him, his heart rate increased, and the blood flow to his penis caused it to stir. The more he tried to control it, the firmer it became. Alex watched as it grew, then slowly lifted itself from between his thighs, quivering with each pulse of blood pumping into it. Soon, his cock stood at full mast, the head pushed out of its foreskin sheath, precum glistening from the hole at the tip.
Mike bent over Cordelia’s weight bench brandishing his now firm cock, slapping her face with it like a fat whip. Her eyes had been closed so when it struck her, she squealed in surprise and turned her head away, but otherwise didn’t protest. She had given up fighting.
At the opposite end of the bench, Jamal had begun exploring the hairy garden between Cordelia’s legs. He was ready to mount her, but first needed to ready her for his monster. He wanted to teach her a lesson, but didn’t want to hurt her too much. He had a deranged desire for her to enjoy herself once he pushed it inside of her. He used the palm of his hand to caress her mound, as well as his fingers to rub, pinch and insert into her vagina, all while still stroking his own phallus. At first she was dry, but as he rubbed his fingers over her clitorious and pushed them into and out of her pussy, his fingers became wet with her vaginal juices as the blood vessels surrounding her vagina engorged. *She wants me. Now she’s ready for my big schlong!* he thought. Jamal straddled the bench in preparation for entering her, when Mike spoke.
“Well looky there Jamal… sissy boy has a boner!”
Jamal looked to where Alex was sitting on the shoulder machine and was astonished at the length and girth of Alex’s pecker.
“Jesus, that boy is packing!” he replied.
“We can’t let that go to waste now, can we Jamal.”
“I guess not.” Jamal didn’t sound very enthused though. He was just about to mount Cordelia himself, so it was hard to hide the disappointment in his voice. *I’ll get my chance later*, he thought, consoling himself.
“Let’s untie her and sit her on his lap,” Mike instructed. The two men, still naked, untied Cordelia from the bench. She didn’t struggle, or even try to move.
“Stand up bitch!” Mike commanded.
Without a word, Cordelia pulled herself off the bench and stood. The men grabbed her arms and walked her to Alex, still tied up and sitting, his enormous pillar standing at attention.
“What are you doing?” Alex asked.
“We’re going to introduce the whore to your flagpole. That’s what she’s lookin’ for, and that’s what she’s gonna get!”
“No. Do you not understand this is wrong?!” You can’t do this!”
“Spoken like a true sissy boy,” Mike snarled.
Alex couldn’t believe what was about to happen. He pulled as hard as he could muster at the ropes tied around his wrists and ankles, and was stunned when he realized he was able to loosen the rope around his right hand and left ankle. He continued restraining against his bindings, and could feel them increasingly slacken.
“Back her up onto his lap,” Mike said.
As the two men walked Cordelia backwards towards Alex, intent on impaling her with his giant joystick, she suddenly grabbed the pulldown bar hanging from a cable above the exercise machine where Alex was sitting, and forcefully shoved the end of it into Jamal’s face.
Jamal released Cordelia and screamed, a feeling of agonizing pain in his mouth, covering his face with both hands.
Alex was surprised how suddenly Cordelia became alive again, but wasted no time. He had wiggled his left foot out of it’s constraints, and swiftly kicked towards MIke, hitting him squarely in the balls.
Mike shrieked and fell to the floor, covering his groin and folding his body into a fetal position. Alex pulled his right hand out of the ropes and began pulling at them around his left wrist, while Cordelia knelt before him and untied the rope from his right ankle. Now free from his constraints, Alex stood up and clasped Cordelia’s hand.
“Follow me!”
Alex pulled Cordelia towards the front desk, where his phone and keys lay. He snatched them from the counter, then pulled her towards the office behind the desk, locking the door behind them.
“What are you doing?” she asked. She still felt threatened, albeit a new threat from a different man.
“I’m calling the police.”
“But they’ll just leave.”
“I locked the doors earlier, so they’re locked in. They can’t get out. And we should be safe in here until the police arrive.”
Cordelia didn’t understand why the entry doors were locked, but accepted his explanation.
After calling the police, Alex found a large towel in the corner of the office, and covered Cordelia’s shoulders and breasts, but it wasn’t large enough to hide her bush. He looked away, but could feel his staff begin to grow again.
Cordelia was impressed by Alex’s quick actions and the sudden kindness he displayed when covering her with a towel.
She looked at Alex in a new light and softly said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sorry about earlier, when I put my cock near your face. I shouldn’t have done that.”
The thought of him holding his shaft over her face caused it to grow even more. He moved his hands to his lap in an attempt to cover it, but Cordelia had already noticed.
“I’d like to thank you in another way,” she said, smiling.
Cordelia stood up and removed her towel, letting it drop to the floor. She kneeled before Alex, who was sitting in a chair. To his surprise, she opened her mouth wide and, grasping it with both hands, pointed his cock towards her mouth, closing her lips over the head, slurping the underside of his rod with her tongue.
No woman had ever sucked his cock before, and Alex could not believe how incredibly good it felt. Within minutes, he felt his balls tighten. He masterbated often, and knew the feeling.
“You better move your mouth, I’m going to come!” he warned.
But it was too late. His hips rotated forward, and no sooner had he warned her than the warm, creamy jism from his fat cock spued into her mouth, again, again and again. Cordelia tried but could not swallow all of the load which sprayed into her orifice. The cum dripped out of the corners of her mouth.
Cordelia picked up her towel and stood up, wiping the cum off of her face.
“Thanks again,” she said.
“Thank you!”
Alex’s phone rang. It was the police, and they were at the front door. They saw the two suspects through the window and felt it was safe enough for Alex to leave the office and unlock the entry door.
As soon as he unlocked the door, the police rushed inside, guns out, and yelled at the two suspects to lie on the floor. Mike and Jamal complied, and they were soon being escorted out of the gym in handcuffs to be loaded into squad cars.
Alex retrieved his and Cordelia’s clothes and brought hers to her. Before she opened the door to talk to the police, she wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him on the cheek.
Alex stood there, dumbfounded, as she opened the door and walked out. They both gave statements to the police, but after that day, Alex never saw Cordelia again.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/hceeq4/the_rape_of_cordelia_rape_nonconsensual_mmf