Workout Girls

The Workout Girls  

 

By:  pen_telme

 

M+/f+/nc/humil/blkml/toys/sweat/enemas

 

WARNING:

 

This story is strictly a work of fiction.  Any similarities between real place and names are coincidental.

 

However, if tales of non-consensual sex, rape, humiliation, gangbangs and other violent and extreme acts offends you then please do not read this story.

 

Special thanks to all who have offered either help or those who post stories here.

 

Comments and suggestions email:  pen_telme@hotmail.com.com

And Special Thanks To SubGraphix For Proofing and Editing The Story

 

 

“Everything is on as planned and all will do as you request,” Jim said as he talked to the sponsor of his latest excursion.  “Yes, no one knows of our involvement and I will deliver what we discussed… yes, then it’s your turn to deliver my reward.”  Jim hung up the phone.

 

Thinking back going on his plan …

 

His target just opened a health club in a small building without a lot of public traffic.  It was completed a few months before and laid on the outskirts of a brand new community – the perfect setting – no traffic, no neighbors, no interruptions.

 

Jim thought of the sign in front of the building “Roxie’s Gym” the second line made him smile.  “A gym for woman, owned and operated by women” as he thought maybe that was too good an invitation to pass up and with his sponsor its not costing him anything upfront.  Not only that, he gets the as much side pussy to do with as he wants.

 

See Jim was an engineer, not the mechanical, electrical or even civil type of engineer.  Rather one who engineers situations that gives a person no way out.  The plan was to give his sponsor (Kelly’s husband) information and hard evidence to take down his wife.  He had set-up and was ready to execute his plan to take the married woman along with her friend, placing both under his control.  He enjoyed his work and considered himself a master with it.  His goal was to turn Kelly, the Ice Princess, into a total slut, a fuck toy for any dick who would want to use her – the last stop was to turn her into a whore.  Jim guessed that Kelly must have treated her husband badly for him to want this done to her.  Then again, maybe he wants her money and a fuck toy. 

 

Kelly’s was coming into a large sum of money inheritance but there were some conditions.  She had to be married and couldn’t be involved in any illegal activity.  He guessed Kelly was using the future money like a weapon to get what she wants.  Her husband had been getting the feeling that once she had the money, she would do what ever she wanted.  If he didn’t like it, then it was hit the road.  Jim smiled to himself, it didn’t matter to him what she had done, any plans she had made didn’t concern him.  Once his plan started, then Kelly’s fate was sealed.  The money that she used like a weapon, wouldn’t be taken from her rather, she would give it willingly.  Over time her dignity, self-respect, and self-esteem, would be taken from her. 

 

Jim chucked to himself as he thought, “I guess the old saying holds true  – paybacks can be a bitch!!!”  She treated others like shit.  Little did she know what was in her future, a future to turn this woman into a submissive bimbo, with her only purpose in life was a bimbo looking for her next cock.

 

Jim enlisted some help from three other acquaintances.  The first was Buck.  This guy would do anything for money.  Jim knew if the price was right, Buck would have sold his own mother to the whoremasters.  Buck believed that he helped develop Jim’s plan, but he was just the one the outside world would see in case things went badly, he would be the one holding the bag.

 

Frank was another of the acquaintance that Jim had contacted.  He wasn’t interested in the money, although money was ok and he could use it to pursue his life-long ambition of owning a whorehouse.  Jim briefly thought “Maybe he could barter with Frank for a pussy instead of money.”

 

Joe, the last guy, didn’t worry about money at all – his thing was pussy.  The thought of pussy on call when ever his dick got hard was all the information that was needed in order to get him to agree to help pull off the plan.

 

The group of associates could get the job done, they were not soft, they knew what would be at risk.  They had to remain firm and hard (pardon the pun) or else their new mailing address would be the local prison. 

 

Kelly’s husband informed Jim of a period that he would be out of town in order to make it easier to get to Kelly.  This way, he could deny any implication of helping, in case something did go wrong.  Jim told him that he wouldn’t discuss any of the plans with him for his protection.  Anyway, Jim didn’t like backseat drivers, and the less the husband knew, the better.

 

The Target, Kelly Witherspoon, a.k.a. ‘The Ice Princess’ as she is called by her husband.  This stunning blonde just turned 24, with a body to die for.  Back in her college days, she always hung out with other hot looking gals.  She knew having a couple of hot looking friends made the guys flock and she could have her pick.  Even now, as a married woman, she was still doing the same as college.  Her friends, Tracy, Terri, and Beth, were all knockouts and made it easy to get some cock on the side.  Kelly’s plans were quite simple, she was coming into a large inheritance, she had to be married to get it, but once she had it, she would be able to do as she pleased.  If her dear hubby didn’t like it, she would throw him out on his ass.  

 

Tracy Conners … 22, and a piece of work.  Tracy worked her way thought college as a librarian.  She is very introverted but a tease – the typical bitch.  She hated porn but acted as if she was into it, while keeping her hobby of watching classics and reading love stories, a secret from her friends.  She has a great job working as a consultant for a local school district.  Tracy also uses people to her advantage.  Her work contract had a morals’ clause, so she could evaluate potential studs without being out front.  She rarely went out.

 

Beth Henner … 22, another shy one in the group.  This junior high school teacher was a virgin until last year.  She finally gave up her cherry, to seal a deal of getting a ring on her finger.  Now, Beth is engaged to one of those most eligible bachelors, Henry Blake.  Henry was local businessman whose wealth was in the millions.  Beth knew she had it made once she is married to a millionaire.

 

Terri “Red” Tanner … 23, an outgoing redhead who has bedded her share of the local studs.  Terri was like Kelly, like to hang around with hot-looking woman, in order to be able to take her pick of potential studs.  Terri spends most of her time trying to get Beth’s boyfriend, Henry to notice her.  Terri’s plan was to bed this millionaire.

 

All these women had something in common; they were all stuck up cunts, had great bodies, and all had a view that sex was a tool and weapon – something given to receive.  Jim’s take on this … they're all cunts and deserve the fucking they’ll be getting.  Little did these ladies know that being a friend of Kelly’s was the worst mistake they have ever made in their life.  That friendship would take them all down a road of wild non-consensual sex, rape, blackmail and humiliation.  It will ruin their lives, as they knew it.

 

Jim had indeed done his homework, thanks to one of Buck’s friend at the phone company, who was bribed to keep tap on the targets phone.  The time was now.  Tracy just ended a two-year relationship because the guy didn’t make enough money.  Beth’s boyfriend was out of town on business as was Kelly’s husband.  Terri didn’t have a relationship; Jim guessed it would mean that she would have to give up her secret hobby.  No one would miss these babes while they got their lives turned upside down.

 

Jim reviewed some of the details of his plan, he had to make sure that the telephone line into the gym and the payphone was severed.  He also knew that tonight the new gym had only one class, which would be ending at 6 p.m.  The owner, Roxie, was out of town for the week on business which left just her friend Kelly and the three other women to lock up.  He knew since there was only one class tonight, that the front door would not be used, rather the rear door would be by all the ladies since they parked out back.  That would mean they kept the backdoor unlocked, he could have not planned it any better, no phones, no way out except the back.

 

Jim just smiled knowing that all was planned and now confirmed.  If something went wrong, the implication would be lead back to Buck.  He was the one who talked to the private investigator, the one who bribed the phone guy for information and the one who recruited the other men ... for all intent and purposes, all thought he was the leader.  Even Buck thought ‘his mastermind’ was perfect.

 

The plan included keeping them over the weekend taking photos, videos and written evidence of the weekend.  Even the weekend itself would prove helpful since the women would be kept busy, others in their life would wonder where they were.  They will form they own way of covering up the shameful weekend.  After all, it was either that or telling what they did.  

 

Jim figured they would take the shame to their graves before revealing what happened as none of these woman would want it made public.  The bitches had too much to lose, if everything went as planned.  They would do what ever they were told to do, they had too much to lose.  Jim knew well that he needed to break then down and as a group it would be easier.  If they saw the other cunts used and abused, then they would be more likely to cooperate.  Jim often used group dynamics to control and dominate his victims.  Once the blackmail starts, these women would do his accomplices and his bidding until they tire of the women.

 

Four women was more than enough pussy for Joe, Frank, Buck and himself.  That would be one fuck toy for each – it was perfect, each man would get one woman to himself.

 

The plan was to storm the place dressed as a swat team.  The group of four got into a black van with tinted windows.  After they put their swat garb on, they waited to make their move.  Listening to the beat of the music through the door, they knew the class was underway; only it would not end as the women thought.  Jim made a casual walk around the place to look for anything out of the ordinary.  Checking the front door, it was locked, as he knew it would be.  He did, however, put a small cable and lock through it to insure no one could come out.  As he walked around the building, he cut the lines to telephone.  Jim found nothing out of place.

 

He gave the signal to the others waiting in the van.  They began storming through the building, Buck shouted for every one get down.  The woman didn’t know that they were not real cops, so they dropped to the floor startled and frightened.  Frank and Joe went to each of the women, quickly cuffed them and placed a special collar around each of the women’s necks.

 

These collars looked like a choker except there was a battery and electronic package located in the rear hidden by their hair.  They were specially built with electronic controls that would deliver a shock to the neck similar to those used on dog collars.  It also made it so the wearer had to stay within 20 feet of the remote or get severely shocked, making it impossible for the wearer to run away.  These electronics could be programmed to monitor heart rate, as well as breathing, along with movement and can deliver a shock to the wearer if there was a change either up or down.  They even had an accessory package that could be plugged in a battery pack.  These added accessories ranged from shocking nipples and clit clamps to headphones to drown out noise.  By adding a blindfold or a bondage helmet, you could render the wearer unable to see or hear, emphasizing that total helplessness, all-alone feeling.

 

“Good evening cunts” Joe shouted.  All the women were frozen, on their knees.  “Don’t move and nobody gets hurt,” he continued.  “I brought my friends with me for some fun tonight and all of us carry assault rifles.”

 

While Joe spoke, Frank and Buck were taking off their swat costumes.  It was then when the women realized they were not a real swat team.  The women knelt in shear terror.

 

Joe continued with a smirk on his face,  “As long as you do as your told, and obey us, we will all get along just fine.  The first thing we want is for you form a line right here, stand side by side.”  The women were shaking as they knelt.  “NOW” he commanded loudly, and they slowly started moving.  “Come on ladies, stand up straight, tits out and big smiles on your faces”

 

Putting down his gun, Buck stepped in front of the women with what looked like a TV remote in his hand.  “Just so you know, the collar that was placed on your neck is a special.  It has lots’ of features.  First, is that if you go out of range it will shock you so bad you will pass out and probably cook parts of your brain, so I wouldn’t get any ideas of running if I were you.  Second, if you try to remove it without de-activating it, the same results as if you run out the door – zapped until one of use decides to shut it off.  Third, these are shock collars built like the ones that are use to train dogs with. 

 

Each of us has a controller and can cause you pain at any time if you don’t cooperated with us.  Forth, they have medically and motion monitoring in them.  So, if you run away, you will get hurt.  If you attempt to take it off, you will get hurt.  If you are told to keep moving and you slow down, you will get hurt or if don’t follow orders – guess what, you will be hurt.”  Now that all the women were in line and understood the situation, Buck started again “We are going to split this group of four into boy-girl, boy-girl you know the routine.

 

“Now to ensure your complete co-operation at all times, I will be handing out cards and pens to all four of you, on the cards you are to write, your first and last name, your address, your home and cell phone number, your email address and email password, your age, measurements, height weight and all information we need about you.  I brought a cell phone with me so we can verify all the information you gave us is correct, as well as a laptop computer to verify all email information,” Buck said.

 

“We will be videotaping tonight’s fun and games, as well as taking still pictures with both digital and conventional film cameras.  If you don’t co-operate now or in the future, and yes I did said in the future, all pictures, videos and information about you will be sent to your bosses, husbands, if any of you cunts are married, churches, local newspapers and we may also post them on the internet with all the information.  You will not change your cell phone number, your home phone number, your email address or anything, if any of you do, all that goes on this weekend will be made public, which I am sure you do not want to happen.  Just to make it interesting, since you cunts are a tight group, if any of you break the rules, then all of you pay the price.  That should be clear enough for you bimbo’s to understand – don’t cooperate in the future then all the pictures, video tapes, everything will be send out.  So, if you value no only your privacy but, that of your friends then all you have to do is cooperate.”

 

“Since we don’t want our bitches dehydrated after we finish with questions, each of you will get one bottle of water.  Drink as you want, but you may not go to the restroom without permission, so drink accordingly.  You will retain what you drink until permission to use the restroom is given, if there are any accidents, it will be cleaned up by the group using you the tool that nature gave you, your TONGUE!  You are also going to change into different outfits.  Enough for now,” he stated as he walked away.

 

Frank now stepped forward and began “Ok, the blonde on the end, what is your name?”

 

“Beth Henner,” she replied.

 

“Beth, how old are you and are you married?”  Frank asked.

 

“I am 22 and no, I am not married.”  She stuttered.

 

Frank continue the questions asking, “You a dike?

 

“No I am no dike, I am engaged.”

 

“So you like cock, that’s good.  Do you swallow?

 

Beth blushing answered, “Normally, I don’t.”

 

Frank laughed, “Well by Monday morning, that will definitely change.”

 

“Ok” he asked looking at the women.  “Next lady, the one in the middle, what is your name?”

 

“My name is Terri Tanner, but everyone normally calls me ‘Red,’” Terri chokingly said.

 

“Tell us Red, how old are you and are you married?”  Frank asked again.

 

“I am 23 and no, I am not married,” was the fast reply.

 

“Red is an interesting nickname.  Is it that your carpet matches the drapes?”  Franks said as a smirk crossed his face.

 

A puzzled Red said, “I don’t understand the question.”

 

Frank impatiently said, “Let me spelled it out.  Does you cunt hair match you hair color on your head or you do get you color from a bottle?”

 

Terri responded quickly, “I am a natural red head so my carpet and drapes match.”

 

Frank continued with questions “Red, what did you wear here?”

 

“I wore a top and pants,” she replied.

 

“Now Terri, I need you to be more specific then that!”

 

Red responded, “I wore a button down blouse with jeans.”

 

“That is better” Frank said

 

“Ladies, before we go on, I need to set up some rules, when you are asked what you wore here, you are to be very specific, no more I wore pants and a top.  We want to know, what type of top, what type of pants or dress or skirt, YOU WILL BE SPECIFIC.”  Is that understood?  We are not playing games, further more, when we asked ANY question, you will answer it the exact way it was asked, it is not a matter of whether or not you want to answer it in a detail descriptive way, you have NO choice in doing so.  You do not have to like our rules tonight, ladies, but you have NO choice to obey.  All answers will be very detailed and very graphic, you get no second warning on this” Frank said as he looked around.  He knew the women were starting to get very nervous, “I asked if that was understood ladies?”

 

“Yyyess,” the group replied.

 

“Very good”

 

Frank looked at the last woman, “You, in the middle, what is your name?”

 

“My names is Tracy Conners, I’m 23 and not married.”

 

“Tracy, what did you wear here and remember what I said before about being specific,”

 

Tracy said, “I wore a beige colored silk blouse and my leather pants.”

 

”And, when you wore it, did you have a bra on?”  Frank asked.  There was no reply.

 

“Tracy, I asked you a question, did you wear a bra?”

 

“No,” Tracey mumbled.

 

“I am sorry Tracy, we did not hear you and I am sure you do want all of us to hear you.”

 

“No, I did not wear a bra, and yes, I want everyone to be able to hear my reply.”

 

“Very good Tracy.  See ladies, she learns fast about answering questions, take a lesson from her.  So how many buttons did you leave open on your blouse Tracy, and I better not have to prompt you for an answer,” Frank snarled.

 

“I only left two, the top one and the second one,” was the fast reply.

 

“Why only two buttons Tracy,” Frank asked.  She thought about pausing, but decided to answer when she saw his finger on the collar remote.

 

“I only left two buttons undone because that is how I always wear my blouses, with just two undone” she replied as tears starting to form in her eyes.

 

“What size tits do you have Tracy?”  Frank asked. 

 

After a brief pause, she replied, “I am a 36 D,” was the soft answer.

 

“I’m sorry Tracy, but we didn’t hear you would you please speak up.  I am sure you want everyone to clearly hear all your answers correctly,” Frank demanded.

 

“I am a 36 D cup.  Yes, I want everyone to clearly hear all my answers,” she quickly replied.

 

“Well, if you have those big a tits, you must have large nipples as well, is that correct Tracy?”  Frank asked in a mocking tone.  She offered no reply.  “Tracy, I asked you if you have big nipples, answer the damn question!”  Frank was getting visibly angry, the women visually scared.

 

“Yes, I have big nipples” she replied.

 

“Tracy, any time in the future, you are to dress without a bra and if you are wearing a blouse you are to leave your blouse at least half unbuttoned, if you are wearing a pull over top it better be at least one or two sizes to small on you, is that understood?” smirked Frank.

 

Tracy quickly thought about it, she knew a reply was wanted, “Yes Sir, I understand.”

 

“You understand what Tracy,” Frank taunted.

 

“That anytime I am around anyone from now on I must leave my blouse at least half unbuttoned with no bra on or have my pull overtop at least one or two sizes to small on me,” was her reply.

 

“Do you know why Tracy?”  Frank asked in a mocking tone.

 

“Yes, Sir, so you can see my breasts at all times,” She answered.

 

“They’re tit’s bitch,” Frank quickly corrected her.

 

Tracy responded very quickly, “Anytime I go out, I must be braless and leave me blouse at least half unbuttoned or have my pull over top at least one or two sizes to small on me so can see my tit’s.”

 

“Tracy, you need to say that so we know you really mean it and are not just saying it to say it, understand,” Frank asked.

 

“Yes, Sir, really, I really want to always wear my blouses unbuttoned at least half way without a bra on or my top one or two sizes to small on me when I am around any people I really want everyone to always be able to see my tits and nipples” she said as tears started running down here face

 

“Very good Tracy, very fast descriptive answer,” said Frank.  “You’re learning fast, hopefully for your sake, and that of the others, you will remember this lesson and all you ladies will also remember, we do not like to prompt for answers.” he added.

 

“And how do your leather pants fit you Tracy,” asked Frank.  Again, there was no reply.

 

Frank addressed the group again, “Ladies, I guess we have the first winner of the weekend, apparently Tracy is NOT a fast learner as we all thought she was … except that being a winner is NOT always a good thing.  I am getting tired of prompting answers from you Tracy, so to show you that we mean business, I am going to place these nipple clips on as a reminder that a question will be given an immediate answer.  Remember, these clips have very vicious teeth on them.  The clips alone are very painfully.  I hope that you will never have to see what they feel like with weights on them, but rest assured we would not hesitate to place weights on them.  With that Frank told Tracy to step forward, as she did, he signaled for her to pull her top down, once that was done, he placed alligator clips with springs on each nipple, then plugged the lead into the special collar she was wearing and told her to stay right where she was.

 

“Now ladies, what we will do now is simple, every time I need to prompt an answer or reaction from anyone, I will place a weight on Tracy here.”

 

“Tracy, as I asked before, how do your leather pants fit you,” he asked again, only this time he stood there tossing the weights from one hand to the other one.  As soon as she saw that she spoke up “My pants fit real tight on me.”

 

“How tight is tight Tracy,” he asked.

 

“I do not know how to answer that,” she replied.

 

“Well, when you have them on what do they look like?” he asked.

 

“They look tight,” was the reply.

 

“No, you know that isn’t the correct answer, try again.”

 

“They look like they were painted on me,” was her reply with tears streaming from her eyes.

 

“Anything else Tracy?” he asked, “I am not sure what you mean.”

 

Sir, I want to answer the question the correct way, but are not sure how to?”

 

“Well, Tracy, at least you are honest and did reply, let me ask you this and you will reply the correct way is that understood?” he asked.

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

“Ok, when you have them on, if they fit that tight are your pussy lips outlined, can you see your pussy lips?”

 

“Nooo!  You can’t see my p..p…pussy lips Sir, the material is too thick,” she said as she hung her head crying.

 

“And, do you enjoy have your pussy lips visible Tracy when you can,” he asked in a mocking tone.

 

“Nooo, Sir, I do not like having my p…pussy lips visible,” she tearfully replied.

 

“Well Tracy, like it or not, all the pants you start wearing from now on will always fit you tight and outline your pussy lips,” Frank mocked again.

 

“Yes, Sir,” was all Tracy could reply.

 

“Yes Sir what, Tracy,” Frank shouted.

 

“I understand that from now on, all my pants must fit me skintight so my pussy lips are always visible,” she replied with tears running down her face.

 

“Thank you Tracy, I will return to you shortly,” said Frank.

 

Buck took his turn at asking questions, “Hey Blondie, your turn to show and tell, name, age, married?”

 

“M..m..m..my name is Kelly Witherspoon, I’m 24 and married,” Kelly continued.  “I’ve been married 2 years.”

 

Buck got right to the point, “You a real blonde?”

 

Kelly responded, “Yes, I am a real blonde.”

 

Buck used the opportunity, “OK cunts ... it show and tell time, show us what you got ... drop the pants and panties so we check out our new playgrounds.”

 

The women just stood there in shock, not moving, Buck not being one to ask again, pushed the button on the TV-like remote and the ladies felt the bite of the collars that hung around the neck.  It was short but it was felt.  Still the women didn’t move.  He pressed the button a second time, this time he just held the button, the voltage ramped up, getting stronger as time passed.  The women quickly realized that dropping their pants and panties would be the only way to stop the pain caused by the collars.  Each grabbed their waistband, pushed down their workout shorts and stood back up, displaying their cunts to their captors.

 

Buck addressed the group, “OK ... Some of us may waste time and they may not be so quick to use the collars ... I am not one who shares that believe.  I am quick to push the button”

 

Buck continued, “Kelly, since your married, do you fuck around on hubby?

 

“No, I don’t fuck around.”

 

“Guess that will change,” Buck commented with a chuckle.

 

“Do you suck cock?”

 

“Yes”

 

Buck press the button again ... sending a shock to the women again.

 

Kelly quickly corrected her answer “Yes, I suck cock.”

 

“See Frank what happens when a little encouragement is needed, I get the answers without having to keep asking?”

 

Buck looked at Kelly, “So you suck hubby off, do you swallow?”

 

“No, I don’t swallow when I suck my husbands cock.”

 

Buck followed up with the question, “Do you take it up the ass?”

 

Beth, looked shocked, “No, I have never been fucked in the ass.”

 

Buck smiled, telling Frank, “Guess we should thank her for saving her backdoor cherry for us and a throat cherry to boot, too.”

 

Frank now took over with the questions

 

“When was the last time your husband fucked you, Kelly,” he asked.  She stood there silent and shaking.  “Kelly, I asked you a question.  When was the last time your husband fucked you?”

 

“We… e…e made love a day before he left on his trip,” was the quick reply.

 

“I didn’t ask you when you made love, I asked when he fucked you, and you will reply to the question the way it was asked, understand,” he said.

 

“Yyeess, Sir,” was the meek reply.  “Please don’t make me answer the question, PLEASE!!” she had tears running down her face.

 

“You will answer the question and NOW,” he shouted.

 

“He lllast fucked me the night before he left on the his trip.”  Her reply could barely be heard.

 

“You will speak up when you answer the question.  We didn’t hear the answer, now when did your husband last fuck you?”  He was getting angry “Let’s try one last time,” he said.

 

“Heee lassst fucked me the night before he left on his trip.”

 

“So bitch, you on the pill, got a trampoline, or do you rely on rain coats?”

 

Kelly looked puzzled, Frank pushed the infernal button ... leaving it depressed.  While explaining, “I would think a bimbo like you would know were talking about birth control.  The pill is self-explanatory, a trampoline is a diaphragm and raincoats are good old fashion rubbers.  So what do you use?”

 

“No, we don’t use condoms,” all the women shrieked from the pain the collars were inflicting.

 

“Cunt’s, get with the program, you’ll be sluts soon and you have to talk and act like sluts.”

 

Kelly spoke up, “We don’t use any birth control, no trampolines, no rain coats, and no birth control pills.”

 

Kelly with tears coming down her face said, “No more questions, please I beg you!”

 

Buck jumped in, “I guess the guys are quick to get down to fucking.  Then again, guess the sluts are missing their cock quota.  We will get to it soon.”

 

“Ok, Cunts, pull you pants and panties up,’ Buck told them.

 

Frank continued his line of questioning.  “And did he cum inside you Kelly?”

 

“Oh God please.  No, not that, please,” she begged.

 

“Answer the question, did he cum inside you Kelly?”

 

“Yes” was the fast reply.

 

“Yes what, Kelly” Frank demanded.

 

“Yes, he came inside of me”

 

“And how deep inside did he shoot his hot sticky cum in you, Kelly, and you better be very descriptive with your answer,” Frank warned.

 

Kelly was in tears, and said, “Please, no more question, I beg you.”

 

Kelly followed that with a scream – it seems that Frank, not liking the way she was acting, hit the zap button, taking Kelly and the others down to one knee.  Kelly broke down and answered “He shot his hot sticky cum deep enough in me.  I could feel it all through my belly and body, I was shaking.”

 

“Thank you Kelly, see, that wasn’t that hard,” Frank replied.  “However, for your outburst, I will ask something of you.  I want to fuck you right now Kelly, and you will beg me to not only fuck you and shoot my hot sticky cum deep, deep inside you, but beg me to not wear a condom.”  There was no reply “Kelly, I gave you an order.”

 

She paused, tears streaming down her face.  “Yes,” was the answer.

 

“Yes, what Kelly?”

 

“Yyyeess, I’ll beg you to fuck me right now and not wear a condom and to please shoot your hot sticky cum deep inside me, deep into my belly,” was the reply, as if she really had any choice in the matter.

 

Frank asked, “Ok, Kelly, beg me right now to not only fuck you and to cum deep inside you, but to fuck you without a condom on and you damn well better be convincing and if you aren’t, Tracy here gets weights added to the chain on her nipple understand.”

 

“Yyyess, Sir, I understand, but please, please don’t make me do this, please.”

 

“And Kelly, how deep do you want me to come inside you, uh?”  Frank asked in a teasing matter.  There was no reply, so he placed a weight on the chain on Tracy’s nipples, watching her wince in pain.

 

“I’m waiting, the longer I wait for a reply, the more weights I add to Tracy here.”

 

“I want you to shoot your hot sticky cum as deep inside my belly as you can please.”

 

Frank said, “I don’t believe a thing you are saying Kelly.”

 

Kelly tried again “Please fuck me now, but without a rain coat, so I can feel down deep when you shoot your hot sticky cum into my belly.  I really want to feel it being shot as deep into my belly as you can.  Please fuck me now but without a rubber, so I can feel down deep when you pop a load into my cunt, I live for that wonderful feeling after being shot with cum from one who is fucking me,” was her pleading reply.

 

“Kelly, are you ovulating right now,” Buck asked.

 

“Oh my God, you wouldn’t, oh please,” she cried.

 

“Well Kelly, not only are you going to beg me to fuck you here and shoot my hot sticky cum deep into your belly, but you will also beg me to knock you up and you will use the word knocked up, understand,” Frank said grinning.

 

“Oh, God no, anything but that, please anything!”

 

“Now, you know what to do,” he said.

 

“Oh, please, not that, what would I tell my husband,” she asked.

 

“Hell if we know, that would be your problem.”  Buck said as all three men laughed.  “Ok Kelly, you know what to do.”

 

As Frank waited for the answer, he just shook his head and added two more weights to Tracy, causing Tracy to gasp from the pain. 

 

Frank told Tracy that she might want to prompt her friend along since if she kept this up, by Monday her tits will be dragging the floor.

 

Tracy though teary eyes urged Kelly on, “Kelly just tell them!! Okay?  Okay??”

 

With tears running down her face, Kelly did the best she could.  She knew if she got pregnant she would loose her inheritance, then what would she do.  “Frank, I really want you to fuck me right now and right here, but I want you to fuck me without a condom on and shoot your hot sticky cum deep in my belly so you will knock me up, please,” she said.

 

Frank responded “Well, Kelly, I did not find that very convincing, let’s try again.”

 

“I really want you to fuck me right here right now bareback, no condom.  I want to feel your hot sticky cum shooting as deep into my belly as it can go.  I want you so bad I want you to have the honor of knocking me up.  Fuck me all you want but please get me pregnant with your bastard child, please, would you please knock me up, please get me pregnant.”  She was standing there shaking and in tears.

 

“Kelly, you have one more chance to convince me,” Frank shouted

 

“Frank, please, please fuck me right here, right now!  Fuck me bareback, please fuck me but do not use a condom.  I want and need to feel your hot, sticky cum shooting deep in my belly.  I need to feel it filling up my fertile womb.  Please fuck now and hard, please,” Kelly begged with tears rolling down her face, realizing what she was saying and how she must be sounding.  “I am your slut Frank, your fuck for the weekend, please fuck me bareback, right here and now.  You get my most personal prize that I can offer, to father your bastard inside my womb.  I want to fuck you over and over until you knock me up.  I want to feel your hot cum spraying deep in my belly, planting your bastard in me as a constant reminder throughout the years that I am nothing but a slut –your slut!  Please fuck me bareback,” Kelly screamed as she looked straight into the camera, like a bitch in heat.

 

“Now that is all I wanted to hear.”  Frank said as he grinned and continued.  “Kelly, not only will you beg me and I mean beg me to knock you up and get you pregnant, but you are also going to brag to everyone here how badly you want me to knock you up.  You will always be telling everyone here with a big smile at all times how badly you want me to knock you up and get you pregnant, how happy you are that I am trying to get you pregnant.  Is that understood Kelly,” Frank asked.

 

“Yes, Sir, I will brag to everyone here how badly I want you to knock me up and how excited I am that you are going to knock me up.  And, I will smile as I keep telling everyone,” she replied, tears streaming down here face.  She was shaking from fear and humiliation; she had no idea how to do this but knew she had no choice.

 

Buck took the opportunity to see if the cunts had good memories, “OK sluts, time to drop the pants and panties again.” 

 

There was no hesitation, the women, quickly grabbed their waistbands and pushed them down then stood back up.

 

As Buck walked down the line looking at the women, he commented, “Looks like Kelly is enjoying the thought of taking a cock bareback, look at the wet spot on her panties.”  All the guys chuckled, Kelly felt so humiliated she wanted to die.

 

Last but not least, red front and center.  A gorgeous red head stepped out from the line.  “Name, age, married?  You a dike?  How long have your been fucking?”

 

“My name is Terri.  I am 21 years old.  I am not a dike.  I have been sexual active since I was 12.”

 

Frank bent over to pick up a weight.  As Terri saw him, she realized that she didn’t say it correctly and quickly said, “I have been fucking since I was 12 when I lost my cherry.”

 

Frank dropped the weight and Terri looked relieved.

 

Frank asked Terri, “Since you have been fucking since you were 12, let the boys here know what gets you hot to fuck.’

 

Terri responded “I guess you want to know what gets me horny.  I have found that the key to my panties rests with my studs mouth, hot kisses moving on the neck and up to ears – kisses usually causes my panties to drop, that is if I am wearing any.”

 

“Ok ladies, each of you will get a card, on the card you will write the following information: name, first and last; address; phone number; cell phone number; husbands or boy friends name; where they work; their work number; your email address; and we will verify all the information.  You are not to change any numbers or address, your height, measurements and all information we need, after that we will break into boy-girl groups.”

 

Frank turned to the guys and said, “Get their phone, drivers licenses and everything out of their back packs by the wall over there, with everything in the gym there is no reason for any of the ladies to leave this area.  And you, Tracy, you are to put on your leather pants and top back on, but before you put on your blouse, go the sink over in the corner and soak it with ice cold water, then put it on and remember about leaving the buttons undone.  Just tie the ends of your blouse under those D-size jugs of yours.  They should look very nice on you with wet cold water and make damn sure it stays wet.  Keep your nipple clamps on as well as the weights.  You will be changing clothes here in the gym.  NOW MOVE IT LADIES, NOW!”  One more thing Tracy, you better be looking smoking hot when you return with your change of clothes on, or all your lady friends here will pay for it,” Frank warned her.