Fiona is Taken, Version Two

Fiona had been going to the gym for a couple of months now, trying to get in shape. She wasn't overweight at all. She was fairly thin, had large breasts and a nice body. She just wanted to get some definition to her body. She was tired of being single. She was one of those girls that did not know how beautiful she really was.

Charlie had been working out at the gym for years. He noticed Fiona the first day she arrived. He had fantasized about just this type of girl. She seemed to have low confidence, and he knew she needed to realize how beautiful she was. He was tall, muscular, and very good looking. It was easy for him to get a girl. He was tired of the type of girls he was getting, though. Of course they were beautiful, and as fit as he was... but he hated that. Women that were beautiful and fit were usually used to being powerful and in control. He was tired of sex being equal; he wanted to be in control.

One day he had noticed a notebook with Fiona's name on it, and when he opened it there were sexual fantasies written in it. Almost all of them were about being dominated and forced to enjoy pleasure.

"She is waiting for someone to take her..."

That gave him the nudge he needed to fulfill his fantasy with her.

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Fiona went straight from work to the gym, as usual. She wished she had the gumption to get up before work, but she never could. She took her gym bag and walked to the tanning rooms, and was happy to see that her favorite tanning room was unoccupied. It was a little bigger than the other tanning rooms; it had a love seat and a stand up tanning bed. It felt cozier. The only thing she did not like was the huge mirror that took up half the wall, but those were in all the rooms. She hated looking at herself naked; all she saw was her flaws.

She stripped down and started the stand up tanning bed. The fan was loud and blocked out all of the noise.

Charlie snuck down the hall where the tanning rooms were, and looked around to make sure no one saw him. He had stolen the key to the room a few weeks ago from behind the front counter, knowing that this was the room she always used. He was finally going to have her...

She closed her eyes and relaxed as she felt the heat start to warm her skin. She didn't even hear anyone enter the room. Suddenly, to her surprise, the door to the stand up tanning booth opened and a hand was over her mouth as she was roughly pulled out. She started to scream, but the man turned her to face the mirror and said, "Look at me, don't you think it would be pretty easy for me to hurt you?"

She got quiet and nodded her head once. He continued, "Good girl. Now, if you just do what I tell you to, I won't have to snap that pretty little neck of yours. You will answer all of my commands with 'yes, sir.' Do you understand?" he moved his hand from her mouth.

Tears flooded her eyes and she quietly whispered, "Yes, sir." She had seen this man in the gym day after day, but had never bothered giving him much notice, because she knew she never had a chance with someone like him. She didn't even know his name.

"Good girl."

"Please, sir, don't hurt me. Just let me go and no one will ever know... you've seen me naked, you see there is nothing much to look at... please just let me go!" Her pleads turned to sobs.

"Calm down. Breathe. I am far from done with you."

He began to run his hands all over her body, up and down her stomach, her thighs, grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She closed her eyes, not wanting to watch.

"Open your eyes now. Look into the mirror. You will watch every second."

She opened her eyes. He slapped her hard on the ass, and she yelped.

"Did you forget something, Fiona? I gave you a command. I am giving you one more chance. This will be your only second chance. Open your eyes now."

For a second she was confused, but she blushed as she realized what he wanted. "Yes, sir," she said meekly.

He took a step backwards and sat on the couch, pulling her on his lap, both of them still facing the mirror. He continued his assault of her body, lightly pinching and twisting her nipples. To her disgust, her body started to respond slightly to his touch. Her nipples were erect and there was a tingling between her legs. She was determined not to give him the pleasure of knowing she was getting aroused, so she tried to force herself to think of something else --anything else. Then he started to pull her legs apart.

"No, No, please no!"

"Shhh, now, Fiona."

She lowered her voice to a whisper, "Please don't touch me there, please... just let me go! It's not too late, no one will ever know. I'll find a new gym, you'll never see me again, please let me go."

He ignored her. "Spread your legs, Fiona." She hated the way he said her name, like she was his slave, like he owned her. There was so much power and authority in it that she knew she had to choice but to obey.

"Yes, sir." She spread her legs a little, and her face burned red as she saw herself exposed in the mirror.

"Further. Spread them wide for me."

"Yes, sir," She almost forgot to say it. She spread her legs wide. A tear fell down her cheek. His hand began to rub the inside of her thigh, and then slowly moved towards her sex. She sucked in her breath as he found her clit and roughly massaged it. All of her past sexual experiences had pretty much just been to the point, in a dark room with someone she had in a serious relationship with. She had never had the confidence for foreplay, and had only slept with three men in her 24 years. No one had ever touched her like this. Her nipples started to tingle and the manipulation of her clit caused a yearning in the pit of her stomach, a pleasurable ache built in her groin that she did not understand. She felt herself get wet and blushed again. After rubbing her clit a bit more, he slid his finger slowly into her hole. He slid it in and out several times before his thumb resumed the manipulation of her clit. Her breath was staggered, and she could feel herself dripping all over his hand.

"You like it, don't you? Tell me."

She didn't answer.

He pulled his hand out and she let out a whimper before she could stop herself.

She sighed, and said, "Yes... it does feel good. I must be a freak if no one I go out with can ever make me feel good, and a rapist can." She started to cry tears of shame. Guilt washed over Charlie quickly, as he realized he had started off way too strong... had not given her a chance to realize he was trying to please her, not hurt her. He wrapped his strong, muscular arms around her and pulled her to his chest.

"Shhhh Fiona, listen. I have watched you for months now, and I have been uncontrollably attracted to you since I saw you I think about you all the time. I'm not going to rape you, I will leave right now. But I know, if you will let me play the aggressor for a little while, that I can make you feel better than you have ever felt. I won't hurt you... I will leave if you tell me to. I thought you would want to be a submissive... I didn't know you were really afraid."

A sense of relief washed through her as she realized she would not be raped. Her initial reaction was to tell him to get the fuck away, but the aching need between her legs begged her to reconsider. She had never done ANYTHING like this before, but she had been so sexually frustrated for years... she had always fantasized about being dominated, but always felt dirty for thinking that way. She had only slept with a few men and had never had an orgasm. She had resigned to the fact that she must just be one of those females that cannot reach orgasm, though she tried!

Fiona knew that if she consented to this man now, she would be in his complete power. He would step back into the role of aggressor and do what he wanted with her. She would be powerless, and might not be able to stop him again. Instead of scaring her, the knowledge sent tingles through her body, and caused her pussy to ache for more.

There was something else... "Of all the beautiful, thin, tan, strong women that come through this place and drool over you... you fantasize about... me?"

'I see I was right about thinking she had low self confidence,' he thought. "Yes, I think you are amazingly beautiful, sexy and feminine... you do not see yourself correctly if you think anything less of yourself."

"If I consent to this, I need you to understand that I am not a slut. I have never done anything like this... but I am so... I need it so... I don't know what has come over me, really, this is not like me... but I want to do it. I want you to control me."

"Ok. How about a safe word? Since you are going to be the submissive, and you will be saying 'no' and 'stop' when you really mean 'yes, keep going,' we will pick a special word and if you say it, I will stop."

That made her feel a lot safer, like she wasn't getting in over her head. She nodded. "Ok, I like that. How about 'Écouter', it is French for 'stop.'" He nodded.

Without wasting any time, he spun her around and pushed her to the ground. He was pulling his erection out. She thought she would hyperventilate. She had never seen a penis this close. It was big, about eight and a half inches, and thick. Bigger than any she had felt before. The tip was red and a slimy, a wet string of pre-cum was glistening on top.

"Now suck my dick."

"Yes, sir." 'Of course,' she thought, 'he had to start with this!' Fiona had never really engaged in oral sex, one way or the other, because some of the guys she dated weren't into it, and when she was younger she was too self conscience and scared to try. Basically, she had done hand play and had sex... that was it, and not very often.

She awkwardly put the tip in her mouth, trying to be careful with her teeth, and started to suck gently, with her hands in her lap. He started to laugh.

"Stop, stop. Have you ever given a blowjob?"

"No."

That almost sent him into ecstasy. She was so innocent and inexperienced. He could mold her however he liked.

"Fiona, You obviously need a good fucking. Take your hand and hold the bottom of the shaft, then swallow as much of my dick as you can, all the way back until you start to gag. Then move your hand and mouth up and down while sucking and licking the tip. When I come, you will swallow it all."

Her eyes went wide with shock, and her face bright red. She lowered her face. She took a deep breath before opening her mouth and slowly sliding the tip of his penis into her mouth. It tasted salty, like sweat, and the slimy pre-cum felt gross in her mouth. She pushed his penis as far back into her mouth as she could take, and placed her hand on the bottom of his shaft like he told her. He roughly grabbed her head and pushed her deeper onto his dick, moaning loudly as he did it. She gagged and struggled against his hand. Finally he released her, and she resumed taking his dick, trying to take in more of it this time so he wouldn't jam it down here throat again. She gripped his shaft tighter and began to move her head and hand up and down, stroking him. She pushed it on as far as she could until she gagged, and tears filled her eyes, and then she would take a quick breath as she came back up. Her jaw ached.

"Mmmmm, that's a good, my little slave. Do it faster, harder. Yeah... like that. You learn pretty fast."

She bobbed her head up and down faster and harder. It hurt her jaw a little, but it was soft and it tasted good. She had always had a fear that going down on a guy would taste like his pee, but it didn't taste like that at all. And the way he grunted and moaned aroused her... it made her feel good to know she was pleasing him.

He grabbed her hair gently and started to guide her as he grunted with pleasure. She felt his dick get slightly bigger and then a gush of thick fluid shot into her mouth. Her initial reaction was to pull off and spit the cum out of her mouth, but she caught herself and began to swallow as he shot it out. He grunted loudly and then pulled her head away. She was proud of herself, but kept her face straight.

"Please, can I get dressed and leave now? I won't tell anyone, I won't call the cops, I just want to get out of here." She looked at him as seriously and scared as she could manage. Begging to be released and seeing his strong, handsome face twist into annoyance caused her wetness to increase.

"What makes you think I'm done?"

She looked at him, shocked and distressed. "But... you finished. You came. You're done with me."

"I haven't had to pleasure of hearing you squeal and come like a whore."

She accidentally lapsed out of her role, and said. "But I... I won't come. I mean, I don't even know how. I never have." She stopped herself and looked away, realizing her mistake. Luckily, knowing that just turned him on more... he had confidence he would make her cum.

"Maybe you have never come before, but you are going to come for me. You are going to BEG for it. You are just a weak little slut and I am going to prove it to you. I am your master."

"Yes, master." She whimpered, and excitement shot through her body. Her pussy was stripping and aching with need.

He threw her down on the couch, facing the mirror, and got on his knees with his head between her legs. Her heart began to hammer. She had been with guys who had wanted to go down on her, and she had always told them no. The thought of it grossed her out. Why would you let someone kiss you, down there?

"Keep your eyes open; watch yourself in the mirror." He ordered.

"yes.... Sir. Wait, please... if you want to rape me, just do it... please, don't do this! Just take me, have sex with me... finish and let me go!" She kind of hoped that he would just take her, she was really nervous about having a man go down on her.

Charlie laughed, and felt his dick start to grow back to its full potential. She had no idea how much her begging drove him crazy with arousal. Or maybe she did. It only made him want her more. And it was obvious by her reaction and her lack of knowledge that she had never let anyone go down on her before...

He blew hot breath onto her pussy, up and down. She tensed, trying to look straight through the mirror, but she couldn't avoid seeing his head between her legs. With his hot breath, she felt her nipples grow hard and erect again.

Suddenly he jabbed his tongue straight onto her clit, knowing she wouldn't expect it. She gasped and jumped a little. He laughed, and then went back to kissing her thighs, one side at a time, getting closer and closer to her pussy. She was getting nervous, and that made him crazy with passion. She smelled so sweet, clean and fresh. Not shaven, but trimmed neatly. Every other woman he had been with was shaven clean, so seeing hair between her legs was erotic to him. It was just another sign of her innocence. He began to kiss her clit gently, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers. He moved down and kissed her hole, sliding his tongue in. He smiled to himself as he felt and tasted the sweet juices already starting to form. He knew she would soon be defeated.

He began to lick up and down her pussy, slowly at first, then getting more and more passionate. He grabbed her legs and pulled her roughly to him, devouring her. A woman had never tasted so good to him. He sucked and licked her clit with abandon, and her hips began to jerk involuntarily. She sucked in a breath.

The feeling was unreal to her. His wet tongue sliding, probing, licking, his lips sucking... her body began to react. Her breath was quickening, her chest heaving up and down. She couldn't believe she was really doing this, and the thought made her feel even better. It was better than anything she had ever felt in her life. A strong feeling was building slowly between her legs. His head was bobbing up and down, and as he sucked and licked her clit, he slid a finger into her wet hole. A moan escaped her lips. She started to move her hips, pressing herself into his face, and then backing away. It was an automatic reaction to the attention her pussy was receiving. She couldn't stop him now if she wanted to. The feeling was too much, and she needed more. All the years of being prude and moral had built up a desperate need in her body that she had never realized before. She humped his face faster as she felt her pussy start to swell with a feeling she had never known before...

Then suddenly, it all stopped. He pulled away and looked up at her. He wasn't smiling; he had a look of dominance and power on his face. "Now say it. Beg me to make you cum."

That was the feeling she was starting to feel, she realized. She was close to coming, something she had never done. She wanted it so much, she needed it. "I want to... to cum. P-please, please, make me come."

He thought briefly about making her beg harder, but he was just as desperate to finish devouring her as she was to be devoured. He dove back into her pussy, and she moaned as the pleasure returned to her groins. The feeling started to grow; she couldn't believe anything could feel so amazing. Her thoughts were racing. Why had she never let herself feel this before? Was she turning into a slut? Should this feel so good?

The feeling began to radiate to her entire body, her nipples tingled with pleasure, and deep in the pit of her stomach she could feel the pressure building. Her pussy felt amazing. He began to lick harder, and slide his finger in and out faster and harder. Finally, she reached a breaking point. She had to cover her mouth to stifle the loud moan, her body tensed and pleasure coursed through her, and a small gush of liquid dripped down Charlie's hand, forming a wet spot in the couch. Another small gush of liquid escaped her, and she was mortified to realize that she had peed a little, and had to force herself not to pee all over the place. She shuddered as he continued to lick her, more slowly. Her pussy was sensitive from her first orgasm that she could barely take his touch, but she was afraid to pull away from him. He licked her clean, lapping up all of her juices and her sweet, clean urine.

He pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and she was mentally reliving the amazing feeling in her mind. She had come... she had finally come. She opened her eyes, and looked at him with hunger. She wanted more.

"You liked it, did you, you little slut?"

"Yes, sir, it felt good."

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The rest of their session will be in part 2! Hope you enjoyed!