Author: WritingHobbyist

The Rape of Cordelia [rape] [non-consensual] [MMF]

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.* Read more »

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. Read more »

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

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 cacasuian 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.* Read more »

I Told Her Not to Walk by Herself at Night

*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

*Warning: This story contains sensitive content. Discretion advised.*

*A female friend outlined a story plot which she asked me to write. The following story is the result of her request.*

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Travis chastised Cecelia for walking home alone in the dark again.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked her. “I could have come and gotten you. The walk between the Chalet and home isn’t safe!”

“I’m sorry,” Cecelia offered. “I was drunk and didn’t think about calling you.”

Travis was visibly angry. He had already told her numerous times not to walk by herself at night. The walk back home was dark in some places, where someone, anyone, could hide in the shadows, waiting for a victim. *Why doesn’t she listen to me?* he wondered. *I need to figure out a way for her to understand.* Read more »