Paul Gable - Kidnapped,chained and whipped

"Ohhhhhh, but somebody's gonna see us!"

"No way, Candy. I locked the door," Chuck whispered, sliding his fingers under the blonde's bikini bottoms. The eighteen-year-old shivered, pulling away from the gym instructor's strong arms. It was wrong doing something like this in such a public place. She should send him away, run for the women's locker room. Surely there'd be someone to help her.

But did she really want help? When his fingers were there, moving inches away from her cuntlips, snaking under the elastic leg band of her briefs, then how she wanted him to touch her there, to do things to her! How that tickling, burning itch made her cunt so very, very hot! When she moved away from the dark-haired instructor she felt the velvet inner surfaces of her pussy rub together and more hot juice seeped out, wetting down the crotch panel of her swimsuit. This was the worst it had been in a long time! Oh, what could she be thinking of? This was the third day on her new job, working as a Jazzcuzzi dance instructor at Reardon Health Spa. Everyone liked her and apparently, one person liked her a little too much.

"Please, I I never did this before and I don't want to start here," the girl confessed, feeling ashamed by the confession she just blurted out. Chuck stopped his advance, leaning heavily against the counter of the men's workout room and studied her. The aroma of sweaty bodies still hung in the mirrored gymnasium. Overhead the fluorescent lights buzzed and in the background the Muzak droned.

"You're a virgin?" he asked in disbelief, raising his eyebrows while suppressing a laugh. Candy didn't think there was anything funny about this at all. She'd come, into the men's workout room to look for a particular book on muscle structure, discovered Chuck there repairing one of the horizontal bench press machines and started talking with him. The next thing she knew he was on her, pawing her, backing her up into a wall while running his fingers over her body. And what was worse, the blonde teen found herself responding to his sexuality.

"Yes. And what's so funny about that?" the girl asked a little angrily, flushing red when Chuck turned his face and laughed into his fist.

"Man, I I didn't know any of your kind was still around, especially here," he said, gaining control of himself once more.

"Ohhhhh!" Candy cried in frustration, stamping one foot and turning around to leave. She'd find the book later. Right now she was going to shut down the jacuzzi in the pool room and

"Hey, don't go away mad. I'm sorry I didn't know," Chuck said, taking her by one arm and pulling her back.

"What are you going to do?" the girl asked, trying to sound angry but feeling fear course through her veins. It was a fear based on what he might do to her, and on how she would respond to it. Suddenly, Candy was very unsure of her mind and body.

"Nothing you don't want," Chuck whispered, moving up behind her and smoothing his palms over her shoulders and upper arms.

The blonde teen sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes, clenching her icy fingers into two fists and fighting for control. No, no, she couldn't give in to him. But how hot and muscular he felt, rubbing his body against hers, hunching his crotch against her firm, rounded buttocks.

Her heart pounded so hard she was sure Chuck could hear it and know what was going on in her mind. He was kissing the nape of her neck now, his thick lips and tongue moving over her flesh and sending shivers up and down her spine.

The young blonde teenager sucked in another ragged breath, moving her hips subtly back and forth. The friction of her cuntlips over the swollen nub of her clit became wildly excruciating. She felt so close to coming! Wrong, wrong! How could she be doing this thing? She'd taken this job just after graduating from high school a summer job, something to give her enough money for college in the fall. Candy had no intention of having a man take advantage of her just as a man had taken advantage of her mother years ago and left her high and dry. No, that wouldn't happen to her!

"Stop it!" Candy said shakily. Oh, why couldn't she sound more sure of herself? Her breathing was shallow and hot through her flared nostrils. She felt so shaky!

"You don't want me to stop, do you? Baby, you want it, want it bad," Chuck said, moving his fingers over to her bare midriff, caressing the sensitive white flesh around her navel, then moving his hands down, down to her elastic waistband. It was getting dangerous! Soon Candy wouldn't be able to stop him.

"Yes, I do, yesssss"

Candy let her head fall back. She was actually hunching back into him, rubbing her butt back and forth over his groin. The girl could feel the hard length of his dick as it pressed against his fly and slid over her ass cheeks! And how deliciously good the sensation was of her nipples pushing against the satiny top of her swimsuit! In a way, Candy didn't really know how to interpret the tickly, weird sensations infecting her body now. She'd been sexually aroused before. But never, never before had the excitement peaked like this! Under her bare feet the girl could feel the thick piling of the orange and brown carpeting.

"Ohhhh!"

Candy sucked in her belly when she felt him moving his fingers just under her waistband. No, she couldn't let him go further!

"Stop, please, stop it!"

But there wasn't any force in her plea now. Her heart seemed to stop, then start again. She clenched and unclenched her fingers as a cold sweat broke out all over her body. Oh God, what was happening to her? Candy felt her knees buckling as she fell back against the thick-muscled gym instructor.

"Come on, honey, we got lots of room in here," Chuck said thickly, turning her around and staring down at the trembling young blonde. Candy looked up through her lashes and felt her heart contract. He was so handsome! That thick black moustache flaring out to his sideburns, his dark eyes that seemed to bore right into her soul everything about the tall stud made Candy's will to fight him off evaporate! And yet her mother had warned her about fooling around with men. "They'll leave you pregnant just like your father did with me," Candy remembered hearing her mother warn her one evening. "And then you'll find your life changed and changed maybe not for the better. You're a bright girl, Candy. Go to college, forget about men until you're older."

But it was so hard for her not to think about men think about how their arms would feel around her body, how their legs would feel pinning hers to a bed while they pawed her, worked her up until she was willing to do anything they wanted! Ohhhh, how she needed love and affection, the love and affection she never knew in her childhood!

"Yeah, just forget about all the people out there forget about them," Chuck whispered, kissing her neck, her throat, her cheeks, her forehead, wetting down her face deliciously while covering her body with his strong thick arms. "Just think about us."

"Us," Candy echoed, giving in to her baser feelings.

"Yeah, just us," Chuck said, moving his face down to hers. Candy stood on tip-toe, tilting her head back, ready for his kiss.

The young gym instructor kissed her tenderly at first, brushing his lips against hers while moving his palms over her asscheeks, rubbing the satiny material of her bikini over her buttocks. Candy then felt the wetness of his tongue pushing against her closed lips, shoving down harder until she finally relaxed and let Chuck spear it deeply into her mouth.

Candy groaned and circled her arms around his back. Yes, yes, he felt wonderful, loving, possessive! She felt their hearts beating together as he pulled her hips tight against his body. The girl could feel the hot bulge of his dick trapped in his black tight-fitting gym slacks. It pushed against ha crotch, against her belly! Ohhhh, it was deliciously evil, forbidden! And yet how desperately Candy wanted it wanted it shoving inside her, tearing away her cherry, ripping away the tedium of the overly moral life she'd been forced to lead by her mother.