Rough sex at the gym
By Diana the Valkyrie
Illustrated by arnoldziffel1


I'm not a nice lady. I know that. I acknowledge that and I own that. I enjoy
sex, and delivering pain, fear and humiliation to men, and the same to women.
You could call me a sadist, but you better not do that to my face. Or else.

So I was doing my stuff at the Iron Foundry, my favourite gym because it's
totally hard core, and they know me there, and they know me well enough to
stay well away. Except newbies. They don't know what I'm like. They just see
the powerful body and the huge muscles, and they want some. Well, me too.

I was pumping up my right arm when I was approached by Little Miss Hotstuff.
She cooed "You're so big, so strong!" and I saw my next victim. And while she
was fussing over me and stroking my biceps, I could see her boyfriend nearby,
fuming and fizzing.

I picked up two huge hundred-pound barbells while boyfriend covertly watched
me out of the corner of his eye. Little Miss Hotstuff started to finger
herself. A good sign, but she was fingering the wrong cunt. Hers. She should
have been attending to mine.

"Come over here," I commanded, "Let's see those hands doing something useful."
So she stood behind me and put both her hands on my mighty biceps, but I
wanted more. "Down, down," I ordered. And she gazed at me adoringly and put
her right hand between my hugely muscular thighs.

My body started to arouse under her soft hands and licking tongue, until I
couldn't stand it any more. I gripped her hand in my vice-like fist and led
her into a small storeroom that I've used before. She came willingly, although
she was clearly nervous about what her boyfriend might do, because she kept
glancing back at him.

Boyfriend did not disappoint, When he saw where I was taking Little Miss
Hotstuff, he grabbed her other hand and tried to pull her away from me. I
faced him and scowled my fiercest grimace, a look that would strike fear into
anyone who knew me. I clenched my fist - it looked like a thirty pound
sledgehammer. He clenched his fist, looking like a little boy daring to defy a
powerful Amazon.

Little Miss Hotstuff just looked terrified - she was in the middle of serious
confrontation, and she could have been one of the casualties.

No chance.

He started off with abuse and threats, like men always do. He called me a
"Lezzo" and an ugly cunt, and I didn't answer him. At least, not with words.
My answer was a right to his jaw, which arrived like a sledgehammer to his
head. The force of the impact bounced his brain off the inside of his skull,
leading to concussion and unconsciousness. One punch was all it took to end
his delusion of being able to fight. One blow to the head, and he was out of
the picture.

I looked down at him, passed out. "He's not going to interfere with us any
more," I told her, "you can forget him. You and I have to business to attend
to." And I pushed her up against the Ladies door, and stood over her using my
magnificent muscles to intimidate and dominate her. Then I pushed her through
the door and inside. She went willingly!

As soon as we were inside, I blocked the door with my immense body, so that
she couldn't escape and no-one would interrupt us, although I knew from
experience that no-one would be so stupid as to interfere with my pursuit of
my prey.

She was keen enough, caressing my immense biceps and then covering them with
kisses.

I encouraged her to feel my abs, to try to grasp my gluteus maximus and to
cover my gigantic muscles with her kisses.

But I wanted more. She was startled and scared when I ripped off her top, the
fabric just shredded in my strong grip. But that exposed her nipples, which by
now were fully erect and standing out hard from her breasts; you could have
hung your hat on one and your coat on the other. I tweaked and twisted them to
get the full effect, then when she was totally aroused, I took her in a full
facial kiss while she cling to my buttocks.

I gripped her arse to press her closer to me, and then lifted her so I could
lick the hollow of her throat. Then I lifted her higher so that I could pull
her nipple into my mouth. She was moaning and groaning - her boyfriend had
never given her anything like this.

Then I tore off my own top, so that she had an unobstructed view of my big
tits and oversized nipples. She had obviously never seen anything like me
before, even in her wildest dreams. I held her arms and looked down and I
could see that she was dripping with desire. So I gripped her small but firm
arse and lifted her up - she was so light, I could have lifted five times her
weight! Meanwhile, her cunt was dripping with the excitement that I'd caused.

I lifted her high, so that I could get my tongue into her cunt, which drove
her into a frenzy of lust. She was screaming "Yes, yes," but even if she'd
been screaming for me to stop, I would have continued. Her small breasts were
bouncing perkily as I moved her up and down, and as my long tongue brought her
to an extremity of pleasure that very few women get to experience, unless they
are lucky enough to be one of my victims.

My tongue is longer than most, and more forceful than any man's penis. What
man can go for more than a couple of minutes without ejaculating? But I could
maintain this for as long as I wanted. My tongue stretched as far as her arse
crack, and no penis could do that. Then I held her upside down as my tongue
got deeper and deeper into her unresisting pussy.

Because why would she resist? I was giving her orgasm after orgasm - no sooner
did her previous orgasm peter out, when she was pounded by the next one.
Because after my tongue had done its work, she now had to surrender to my
erotic kiss and simultaneous hand, gripping and extracting orgasm after orgasm
from her eager body.

Then I decided it was my turn. I forced her head into the vice of my thighs,
and made her return to me, the orgasms that I had given to her.

Her head worked hard between my thighs, held in place by my awesomely powerful
grip, because I didn't want to crush her skull between my thighs. I've lost
too many that way, because when the climax hits, I can easily lose all control
of my body, and a small weak girl stands no chance of survival. Her skull
would be crushed like an eggshell.

Little Missy Hotstuff was sated. She'd had enough, more than enough. She had
just been fucked several times harder and better than any boyfriend could ever
hope to do. But I wasn't finished. I thrust my fingers deep inside her to pull
a few final orgasms out of her exhausted body.