Layla by Eric The Red Layla tensed her powerful arm, crushing his much weaker body to her "Layla tensed her powerful arm, crushing his much weaker body to her, then reached down with her other hand and started to massage his dick and balls again. She watched him as he struggled for air, his dick throbbing and pulsing for her against his will, his and her own arousal growing and mounting as she raped him." (Please contact me at cbrneher00@gmail.com if you like this story or if you are interested in more!) ------------------------------ The gym was empty besides a few more clients, sparsely spread around the gym as they focused on their exercises, keeping to themselves. Dan was slightly disappointed, but also excited. He couldn't show off to the ladies...but he had the machines all to himself. He approached the bench, slapping a set of 45s on each side and repping it out to warm up, grunting loudly and slamming it down on the rack when he finished. He sat up, a cute, thick brunette in baggy sweatpants and a baggie hoodie staring at him rolled her eyes. He winked, flexing his pecs a little, and she sort of laughed, looking away and continuing her leg extensions. Dan slowly loaded more weight onto the bar, once again going for his max bench the 5th week in a row. He was a bigger, bulkier guy with an athletic build, broad shoulders and a thick neck. He was 5' 10" and worked out quite a lot. Dan didn't care about what people thought about him, he was a proud meathead and enjoyed annoying people for his own attention. He racked the last plate, 315 lbs, a decent amount of weight, and a max he had trouble beating in the past. He hyped himself up, looking around, now only himself and the brunette girl left in the gym. It was a 24 hour card-only gym membership, so there were no employees in the building. He walked over to her, standing directly in front of her, hands on his hips. She ignored him until she finished her set, resting her leg machine quietly down and pulled her earbud out, with a questioning "Yes?" Addressing his impatient, rude presence. "Need a spot, cutie, you come on over, spot even though I don't need it, and watch me beast this crazy weight." Dan said, walking back toward the bench, not even looking back. He mounted the bench, laying down and stretching a little, as the girl walked past, a slight grin on her face. "You need help with this, big guy? Just warming up?" She said, grinning and positioning herself behind the bar to spot him. He replied, laughing, "Pff, more weight than anyone else has lifted at this gym." He set himself up, gripping the bar. He tensed his body, lifting it off and lowering it. Dan focused, pressing the weight with all his strength up slowly, barely making the first rep. From below, he looked at the girl spotting him, noticing a huge pair of tits hanging over the bar in her hoodie. He shook, distracted and running out of strength, the bar coming down slowly onto his chest. He couldn't budge it, struggling desperately to move the bar. The girl wasn't really looking at him, watching off in the distance as he started to panic. "WHAT THE FUCK, BITCH, HELP ME LIFT THIS!" Dan yelled, his voice cracking a bit. The girl looked as if she suddenly remembered him being there, "Oh, sorry, i thought you had this weight easily, big guy," she said teasingly, reaching down to grab the bar. He pressed and with her, easily lifted it off of his chest...really easily, in fact. He felt like he just needed that spot and he would've been able to lift it...because it felt light going up now... "Better pay attention next time little girl, with that much weight you might get hurt," Dan said, getting up and throwing his wraps in his bag, slamming them down into the bag near the bench. He heard the girl laughing as she walked away, and he whirled, furious, yelling again, "Is something fucking funny, chick?!?" She stopped, pausing for a moment before turning, a serious look on her face. "Whats funny is how you think thats a lot of weight! Matter of fact, how hard you struggled!" She turned again, going back to the leg press machine. Dan followed behind her, enraged. "I can lift twice as much weight you even imagine, chick. What you got here? Legs? Trying to get rid of that cottage cheese?" He taunted, walking up to the leg press machine, suddenly realizing it was stacked with over a thousand pounds. She had been doing reps a second ago....he thought, wondering why she would just load it all up. He watched in disbelief as she sat down, continuing to ignore him, and started pressing the weight. He was in complete shock, then realized they must be fake weights, that she couldn't possibly be lifting so much. He waited for her to finish, watching her face turn slightly red from exertion, a muscular, thick neck pulsing with effort showing from the hoodie... She was probably just a fat powerlifter faking the weight for social media...he thought. As she racked the weight, stood up and took a breather from the workout, he jumped into position, pressing the weight off the safety bar and unlocking the leg press, surprised at how heavy the fake weights actually felt. "Watch this for EASY, bitch," he said, lowering the weight all the way, his knees touching his chest. The rack froze, Dan pressing as hard as he could on the machine, realizing it was much heavier than he expected. He struggled, panicking slightly as the weight crushed him, pushing the air out of him. He applied the safety bar, barely able to lock it in, and fell clumsily out of the machine, gasping for air. The girl stood over him, actually laughing as he caught his breath. "You're just lucky my legs aren't warmed up," he said, as she climbed under the press, lifting it quickly and easily to the top, locking it back in. "Girls have stronger legs than most guys anyway, stupid ass bitch." He said, walking back to his bench. He grabbed his bag, about to leave, and felt a heavy, strong hand grab his shoulder. He dropped his bag, wheeled around, ready to knock this dumb ass out, and saw the girl, right at eye level with him. Confused,he dropped his hand, "The fuck do you want, fat ass?" Dan said, annoyed and done with this girl, clearly on steroids. "Just wanted to see if you could help me with a spot, big guy? Sorry I screwed up earlier, but I need to do bench as well." She said, a gorgeous and mischievous smile on her lips. Dan suddenly realized she was tall, actually a little taller than him, and really fucking pretty. She had thick brown hair in a ponytail, bright blue eyes and thick, pouty lips. "Bet this fat bitch wants to suck my dick." Dan said quietly, her earbuds still in. She pulled one out, "What was that?" She asked, smiling. "I said well hurry up, I got like three girls waiting on me," Dan said, flexing his pecs again. She walked to the bench he was on, his 315 lbs still on the bar, and watched her load another 45 lb plate on each side, sliding down in the bench. He laughed, thinking to himself that if this fat bitch wanted to kill herself, at least he would get a front row seat. She set up her stance, her stomach slightly showing as her hoodie raised up. He was really confused now, seeing a flat, tight stomach, obliques defined and bulging. Without waiting for him to step up, she unracked the bar, hovering for a second with the massive weight, then lowered and started pressing it back up. She didn't stop as she lifted it straight back up, and Dan watched with his mouth open as she bounced the weight off of her thick breasts hidden under the hoodie, repping more than he could squat. He got mad, running up to the bar, acting like he was spotting her, and started pressing down on the bar. This bitch wasn't going to punk me, he thought, shoving hard onto the bar. The girl looked up at him, a devious smiling spreading on her sexy, pouty lips as she pressed up again, pushing the massive weight and his effort easily off of her chest. He doubled down, and this time as she lowered it to her chest, he all but laid on top of the bar, almost all his weight of 220 lbs on top of her. She paused, his hands gripping the barbell but also being smashed by her firm, thick breasts against the bar, stuck there as he pressed down. She looked up at him, suddenly smiling and winked, then pressed the bar up, shaking and groaning with the effort. This was fucking unreal, Dan thought, the girl pressing him and the bar into the air, fully extending her arms and then lowering it again for another rep. He was furious, shoving the weight forward as she controlled the motion, regaining balance and pressing the incredible weight 5 more times before racking it, and standing up. "Oh that felt good, what a pump," she said, breathing heavily from exertion after her inhuman display. "Thanks for helping add some weight, I guess your little weak ass body is good for something," she said, laughing and smiling at him, standing close with her hands on her hips. "FUCK YOU BI..." was the last thing Dan said before the girl charged him, slamming her fist into his weaker, beer-softened belly. He collapsed in front of her, choking, gasping and drooling on her sneakers. "Thats it, little guy, now that I'm pumped and warmed up, its time you learn your lesson. I cannot wait to destroy you," she said, grabbing him by the shirt collar and shorts, actually lifting him and dragging him into the middle of the weight room. There were wrestling mats laid out for stretching, and she threw him into the center of the mats, landing hard on his stomach. Before he could catch his breath, she was on him. Her massive size didn't betray any of her speed as she jumped on his back, knocking the wind out of him from her weight, and grabbing under his chin, drawing him hard and fast into a camel clutch. "Whattfrgghnnn," Dan said, trying to talk but being silenced by her violent, aggressive hold on him. She was seated on his lower back, pulling his head and neck back so far that his head touched her firm, thick breasts. She held him under the chin by his throat, choking him with her powerful hands and straining his back, a painful and humiliating position. "You will not have a chance to ever speak to me again," she said, confident and with a tone of anger and menace. "I will enjoy hurting you, breaking your lesser body, and teaching you a lesson. My name is Layla, so you know who the person destroying you is. Now - suffer, bitch!" Layla leaned back hard, her powerful arms ripping his neck backward, increasing the choke as Dan gasped for air, clawing at her powerful hands. She bounced on his spine, the weight and power crushing and sending jolts of pain through him. She held this for so long that Dan thought his spine would snap, slowly passing out from oxygen deprivation and the pain. Suddenly Layla dropped him, his head and face slamming to the mat, bouncing off of it, the sound echoing through the gym. He coughed, desperately sucking in air as Layla crawled on top of him, her body heavy as she flattened herself out. He felt a thick, meaty forearm and bicep through her hoodie wrap around his neck, synching down tight on his neck and collapsing his wind pipe. He clawed again at her arm, slowly turning over as she pulled him on top of her. He faced the ceiling with this massive woman underneath him, her back against the mat. She cranked down in his throat as he raised up on his toes, strangling and trying to alleviate the pressure of her choke. She wrapped her legs around him, thick, hard thighs under her sweatpants digging deep into his sides and ribs as her ankles locked in front of him, the strength and pressure from her clamping thighs immediate and painful. He struggled, flailing and grasping at her arm as she held him. Layla hadnt even started to flex yet, but wanted him quiet, so she could start the process of fear, dominating and breaking this man, like so many others. He definitely deserved it, and the shock and fear she saw in his eyes when she lifted him so easily had already sent her into a deep, thirsting arousal. She would destroy this man and use him, leaving him never the same, broken and weak. But for now, she would toy with him. Dan continued to struggle, completely immobile and helpless above her. She tensed her body, stretching his back painfully as she pulled on his throat and straightened her legs, pulling his lower body down. Through her sweatshirt, she could feel his heartbeat pounding in his neck, and she would constrict on his artery, flexing her thick, hardened bicep as the pulse quieted, then stopped. She felt him slowly grow weaker, choking and cutting off his air and blood supply, then she released, feeling his pulse return, pounding the blood back into his brain, but weaker and more faint each time. She continued toying with him for what seemed like hours, Dan only half aware as this giantess tortured him, hearing her whisper in his ear. Layla was mocking and taunting him, promising him pain, agony, and rape as he was brought to the edge of passing out over and over. "Feel that, bitch? THAT is true strength. I'm so much more powerful than you that you can't even speak. I may decide to never let you speak again, little bitch," Layla whispered, locking in the hold tighter than ever, feeling his ribs bend and his back pop as she tensed and flexed her incredible body. Layla flexed her massive arm, crushing his throat, licking and biting on his ear as he was strangled, flopping in her grip like a dying fish, growing weaker and weaker. She held it until he stopped moving, held it longer, knowing she could damage him permanently or kill him, feeling it thrill through her, making her panties wet in the domination, then suddenly releasing him. She lifted his body easily, throwing it to the side and stood, knowing he would be asleep for a few minutes after the severe, brutal choke she had just applied. She locked the gym door from the inside, shutting off the lights except the mat area, and walked back toward her new toy. Layla picked him up, carried him to a cable machine used for lat pull downs, and set his limp body down on it. She set the weight all the way to max, slamming the pin into the plates, pulled the cables down and intertwined his forearms just above the wrist, trapping him with his hands above his head. As he started to stir, she wrapped one of the gym towels around his neck and tied it tight to the cable, then released the cable. His body was lifted and flung into the air, slamming into the support beam above the machine as it reached its peak. He awoke before her, a look of pure terror on Dan's formerly arrogant face. He struggled against the restraint, unable to break himself free or speak, his hands, wrists, and throat tightly bound by the enormous weight. He could breathe just barely, and his reddened, terrified face stared in awe at Layla. She stood before him in the low light, speaking in her sultry voice through her pouty, full lips, "Now, little bitch, you get to see what you thought was my fat, weak body. The body that will destroy yours, and leave you broken. The body that you will endure, that will be used to rape and humiliate you." Layla started to strip, peeling the hoodie over her massive, full breasts, revealing a tightly packed black sports bra with enormous, firm cleavage spilling out. Dan's eyes widened as she flexed, a huge, muscular giantess, rippling with defined, powerful muscles. She flexed her arms, displaying her body, telling Dan that she would use her figure to break him, that she might just use her massive bicep to crush his dick, or to break his leg, as easily as if it were a small bird. She bent over, her huge back flaring wide and tits showing massive cleavage in the motion, as she ripped her pants off. Dan started to struggle and fight against his restraints now, still silenced by her bondage, a look of abject terror on his face. She smiled, knowing he was even more afraid of her legs, which she prided on being her biggest, most powerful feature. Layla flexed her massive thighs and calves, the muscles bulging and rippling under the skin, definition and power dancing across her incredible form. She stood on her toes, facing away from him, groaning and grunting as she flexed her powerful body, aroused in her size, power and strength, and the knowledge of her new prey, his fear, what she would do to him, and how he was helpless to stop it. Her body was incredible, the density and size of every single muscle bulging and flexing before Dan, making him feel even smaller and helpless. She was enormous, and terrifying. But she was also feminine and sensual, thick curves accentuating her powerful physique, her breasts and ass bulging out as she posed and danced before him. Layla walked towards him slowly, her massive body bulging and rippling in the light. Despite being trapped, strangling and terrified, Dan felt himself becoming slightly aroused at this giant, powerful, insane woman, his dick growing and bulging slightly in his gym shorts. Her body was just... magnificent, and she was displaying her powerful, feminine beauty in a sensual, erotic way. He was broken out of his reverie by Layla's voice, her face inches from his. "Not too fat, am I? You kept disrespecting me and insulting me, mm, guess I'm just lucky. I was really hoping for a pathetic, rude man like yourself to pick apart." She reached down, lifting his shirt. He had nowhere near the hardness and definition of Layla, but he had a strong, solid stomach. She looked at it, laughing to herself. A sudden shock of pain swept through Dan, like he had been shot in the stomach with a rifle, and his body swayed in the restraints, moving back and forth from the force of one of Layla's punches. She hit him again, this time in the ribs, knocking the wind from him and feeling like she would break him. He tried to scream in desparate, pleading humiliation, only to choke and gurgle on his restraint. Tears started rolling down his face, and Layla grabbed him by the jaw, licking and sucking them off. "Ohhh, yesss," she hissed, moaning and breathing heavily as she lapped up his tears. She hit him with 3 hard, powerful strikes in his stomach, yelling at him, "Cry for me, bitch, your misery is delicious!" She kept at it, punching and sucking on his tears, as Dan struggled, trying to kick and plant his feet on something to ease the restraints. His hands were numb, arms on fire and he was getting dizzy, feeling like he would pass out from the pain and lack of oxygen. Suddenly the pain stopped, and Layla started rubbing his body. She grabbed him by the waist, easing the strain on his neck slightly, her massive, powerful body pressing against his, squeezing him tight against her. His body betrayed him, cock throbbing and becoming hard with arousal as she toyed with him, caressing and massaging him forcefully, watching his expression as she molested him. She grabbed him under the towel by the throat with one hand, and the other went down to his shorts, pulling them down to his ankles, and grabbing his cock and balls in one hand. She watched him with an evil grin as she started to choke him and masturbate him at the same time. "I wonder which happens first, I force you to come for me, or, I knock you out?" Layla teased, kissing and licking his tears again, her perfect, voluptuous body rubbing against him, humping his body and making his dick pulse with lust. He started to feel the rush of orgasm, and she could tell, suddenly releasing his neck, but pulling down hard on his cock and balls. This created intense pressure on his genitals, but also pulled him down in the restraint, cutting off his air and blood supply completely. She pulled steadily on his dick and balls, the pressure unbearable as he writhed and strangled, the darkness of unconsciousness slowly consuming him. Dan awoke in the same position, Layla pushing him like a sack on a rope, playing with his body. He started to struggle again as she grabbed him, pulling him against her hard body again, her massive tits perky and solid even in the sports bra. She had tight black athletic shorts that clung to her bulging thighs, and he could feel the smooth material rubbing against his dick. "Wake up little toy, I don't play nice when I'm bored," she said, grabbing his genitals again and pulling downward, choking him more and crushing his dick and balls. Dan struggled just enough to break one hand loose, pulling it free from the cables. His hand and wrist were numb, raw from the restraint, and he was already exhausted. He fought weakly against Layla as she increased the pressure, pulling him down by his balls and dick, making the noose tighter and tighter. He pressed against her arm with his free hand, feeling the solid, thick mass of her muscles bulging under his feeble grip. She flexed massively, powering the agonizing torture as he felt her forearm and bicep flex with power. His desperate struggle was useless, and he quickly decided to try and loosen the towel on his neck, or try and get his other hand loose from the cables. Layla watched him scrambling, trying weakly to break loose. She laughed in his face, enjoying his struggling, making her even more wet. She grabbed his arm, ripping it behind his back, then reached around him, hugging her body to him and securing his arm behind him with her other hand. She lifted him slightly, allowing just enough air that he could stay conscious, but still could not speak or scream. Layla tensed her powerful arm, crushing his much weaker body to her, then reached down with her other hand and started to massage his dick and balls again. She watched him as he struggled for air, his dick throbbing and pulsing for her against his will, his and her own arousal growing and mounting as she raped him. Her hand became a blur as Dan's dick became hard as stone, and he felt himself reaching the tipping point, about to come. Layla smiled at him, a sinister, beautiful expression on her face, and then quickly dropped down, yanking his arm down with her. He felt her pull his arm down, locked tight in her vice like grip, pulling him tight in the noose again, Dan's oxygen and blood supply now completely exempt. She yanked down, holding his arm tight as he strangled above her, then she grabbed his dick and balls with her other hand, sucking it into her thick, sultry mouth, her lips enveloping his entire 9 inch dick, burying it in her hot mouth and throat. She toyed with his balls and fingered his ass lightly, teasingly as she sucked him off, Dan reaching climax in a matter of seconds. He came into her hot, powerful, sensual mouth, an enormous, mind shattering orgasm as his body shook. Layla gulped and sucked him down until he had nothing left, fingering his ass and massaging his balls as he shriveled and trembled in his ecstasy. Dan slowly passed out again above Layla before she stood, swallowing his cum that she had just taken from him forcefully, and would again. She fingered herself, burying her hand in her skin tight shorts, rubbing the unconscious, purple face of the man she was slowly destroying with her other. She was so fucking aroused by this domination that she nearly came, stopping herself, waiting until she really started to break him before her release, ensuring a better, more fulfilling orgasm when he was beaten and crushed beneath her. "Well, my new little slave boy," Layla said as Dan started to wake up. "You did say I wanted to suck your dick. That's the only thing you said that made sense. You didn't get to choose, though, and never will again. I'm going to fuck you and rape you until you cry, and you can't do anything about it. I won't even allow you to speak, much less scream," she said, grabbing his flaccid dick and drained balls and squeezing, crushing him in her grip as he choked and struggled against the noose once more. Layla reached up, her thick arms flexing as she started to remove the restraints, ready to finally begin to hurt this guy, and to use him completely as her tool. She couldn't wait to continue breaking him and forcing him to beg for more, like all her toys eventually did, the thought making her hot and wet inside her panties. ------------------------------ To be continued....