They call me Big Ray. I run the Aardvark Gym owntown.
The Aardvark is an upscale place with lots of fancy chrome equipment, lots of classes and lots of service. If you have a problem with your weight, we can get you slimmer or bulk you up, your choice. If you need a specialized exercise program for tennis, swimming, or whatever, we can set you up with a custom program that will show you results.
A very well to do man named Carleton came to talk to me one day. His wife Caelyn was a dud in bed. Carleton wanted a hot, active fuck, not dead meat. He wanted to know if there was some sort of exercise that would improve Caelyn’s performance.
I told Carleton that performance in bed was not just about physical, it was also about mental, health and desire. We would have a doctor check Caelyn out and prescribe some medication. Assuming that Caelyn was in good health, we could then set up a program for Caelyn that would tone her physically. The medication would increase her desire to some extent. However, the real mental part would require some persuasion, probably physical persuasion.
Carleton told me that he really didn’t give a damn what it took, he was “gonna divorce the bitch if she don’t improve a whole bunch.”
I told Carleton that divorce was not necessary, but that a first step would have to be amputation of Caelyn’s credit cards.
Carleton gaped at me, then chuckled. He said that he not only could go along with ‘plastic amputation,’ but that it was one of the best ideas he had heard in a long time. He kept grinning and nodding to himself, muttering something about solving a problem and saving money while doing it.
A few days later, a very angry Caelyn sat across my desk. She had gone to the doctor. She had been given a prescription. She didn’t need any of that. What she needed was her credit cards back. She glared at me with the female fury that only plastic amputation can bring.
I walked around the desk and had Caelyn place both of her hands on my one, big right hand. I then lifted my right hand up, carrying Caelyn along with it. I then lowered my hand and pointed out that I was in charge. If Caelyn wanted her plastic back, she would remember that. I also pointed out that Carleton demanded results and that I was going to deliver those results. If Caelyn did not do what she was told, a rather painful spanking would follow, a bare bottom spanking.
Caelyn gaped at me with her mouth dropped open. She was a child of privilege and she was not used to being talked to in the manner I was talking to her. I held my hand out, palm up and raised it. Then the memory of her little ‘elevator ride’ came back. Caelyn straightened up, closed her mouth and tried to turn on the charm. She would work hard and the whole problem would be settled ‘in a few days.’
I turned Caelyn over to Regina. Regina is a lady bodybuilder. Regina is not as strong as I am, but she is much stronger than the average woman. When Regina tells a girl to do something, the girl does it; maybe not the first time, but every time after that.
Regina delivered Caelyn to me in a private workout room I use for personal training sessions. Caelyn had had her ‘bikini area’ depilated and a damn good thing. Caelyn’s workout outfit consisted of a workout bra, the tiniest panty imaginable and a good pair of training shoes.
Caelyn was still defiant. She wanted to know what I was going to do when Carleton found out how she had been dressed?
I told her that the first thing I was going to do was to take pictures of her, so that I could furnish Carleton with a weekly progress report.
We started the workout. I had Caelyn do an exercise while I watched. I would make sure she was doing it properly, correcting her as necessary. I would then have Caelyn take a swig of an ‘energy drink.’ The energy drink did contain the typical stuff, but also contained enough hashish extract that Caelyn would shortly be stoned.
After a few exercises, I gave Caelyn a brief massage. I actually know how to do massage Chinese style and I wanted to check the condition of her skeletal muscles. I also wanted to check Caelyn’s response to my hands on her.
As with most women, Caelyn had some fat around the top of her legs. I worked on the fat deposits, getting quite near Caelyn’s pussy. What with the massage and the hashish, Caelyn was getting quite worked up.
Toward the end of the workout, I told Caelyn to take off her workout bra, I needed to check the condition of her breasts. A very tired Caelyn tried to protest that I was going too far.
I told her very firmly that she would take off the workout bra, or I would take it off. Once Caelyn had removed the workout bra, I laid her on a table and began to gently work on her breasts and her pectoral muscles. Caelyn began to plead with me to stop, that she was getting . . .
I not only didn’t stop, I also began to feel the dampness around her panty. Caelyn began to plead with me to stop. Of course, I did not stop. I stripped off Caelyn’s little panty and my own shorts. I continued to work on Caelyn until she was, despite her pleas for me to stop, ready for sex.
I mounted a defenseless Caelyn and put her legs over my shoulders. I entered Caelyn’s pussy slowly, taking the time we would need for a first time fuck.
Caelyn pleaded with me to stop. Not only did I not stop, I told Caelyn that she could either move her ass a bit, or I would have to bring Regina in to videotape the action so we could show Caelyn what was needed.
A desperate Caelyn responded a little. I did not attempt to get rough with her, but accepted the rather meager efforts and concentrated on working my cock gently but firmly deeper into Caelyn. The efforts began to pay off as Caelyn slowly began to get the message.
I could feel Caelyn begin to respond. She was aroused from the breast massage and the effects of the hashish. Her rather flabby internal muscles were actually trying to grip my cock a bit. By now, I was getting in pretty deep, but not forcing. Caelyn continued to respond. We worked together for a while, until an exhausted Caelyn was simply unable to respond and I increased my stroke until I shot cum inside Caelyn.
I rolled off Caelyn and told her that she was an exciting lady and it was not too bad for a first time. I also told her that we would have a ‘session’ during each workout. Caelyn would continue to improve session by session, or I would have some of my male instructors come in and help out.
Caelyn pleaded for me not to force her.
I told Caelyn that she would either fuck me or suck me at each session. If she gave me any trouble, it would be more than one man. I also told her not to try complaining to Carleton, as he was fed up with Caelyn’s lack of response and he had OKed my plan.
Caelyn told me that she had no choice, but it was no more than rape.
I told Caelyn that she had damn well better get used to the rape. I also gave her a set of ‘homework’ exercises to develop her vaginal muscles so that she would be a better fuck.
The second session was much the same as the first, except that Caelyn was sore from the first workout. I did more massage work through the workout. Caelyn tried to plead with me not to fuck her.
At the end of the workout, I forced Caelyn to strip to nude and also to lie on the same padded table that we had used last time. This time I got a little better response from Caelyn as she realized that there was no defense for her and let me work on her labia until she actually began to moan.
Once again, I used legs over shoulders and took it slow. I not only fucked Caelyn deep, I made her work on the top area of her pussy with her own fingers and Caelyn actually began to get a bit worked up.
After an initial ‘please don’t,’ Caelyn accepted the ‘rape’ and actually began to respond a little. She told me afterward that she was just trying to get me to climax, so that she would not have to bear the rape for so long.
I work slowly but deeply into Caelyn with about the same results as the first time. Caelyn was a little more active and it was a little better, however, I worked her to exhaustion again.
Each fuck showed a bit of improvement. Caelyn never lost her resentment, but realized that there was no way out of her ‘rape’ experience except to fuck her way out. She didn’t have to come in and submit, but that meant divorce and the loss of her beloved plastic.
After a time, Caelyn’s daily fucks began to improve noticeably. She had strengthened her vaginal muscles to the point where she was nice and tight again. She was active during fucking, at least partially because her lower body muscles were now up to the task of a good, hot fuck. She claimed that she did not want to fuck me and that what I was doing was rape.
One day Caelyn and I had a really hot fuck session in which she not only was active and I mean hip bucking active, but she also climaxed! She had no idea what had happened and we gradually work out that it had been her first ever climax. She had apparently been really raped by some guy shortly after she graduated from high school and it had been nasty and painful. Apparently she then associated fucking with pain.
I pointed out that she was not feeling pain now and that she should let herself go during fucking. Caelyn told me that it was still rape and the fact that she climaxed did not excuse my behavior.
The next day I made Caelyn strip for me before her workout to show off her toned body. She did the workout and we ended with the usual massage and fuck. Well, more than the usual fuck.
By now, I could have entered Caelyn deep on the very first stroke. However, I still took it slow at the start. I wanted to work Caelyn up gradually so that she would have time to get fully involved with the fuck on all levels. As I would work in Caelyn, I could feel her internal muscles gripping my cock and her hips bucking in passion. Caelyn was no longer able to suppress the sounds of love and her moaning and sighing were good signs that we had almost solved the problem.
I was deep inside Caelyn at the end of a workout, when I felt her vaginal muscles spasm and she screamed a little scream of satisfaction before I was ready to cum. I continued to strike and worked Caelyn back up again until I finished her off with a half dozen hard strokes right into the center of her and she joined me for her second and my first climax.
The basic problem was now solved and I had Caelyn do a little postgraduate work.
I made Caelyn wear in a little nightie she had selected. It was sexy as hell and she stripped for me slowly and confidently. We had a final sex session in which Caelyn told me to fuck her harder and deeper and then let me know I was doing exactly that with some moaning and sighing that I could hardly believe had come from the woman who had the kind of problem Caelyn had when she came to me.
We had a fairly long conversation during which Caelyn told me what I had already learned from Carleton. The problem was solved. Carleton was a happy man. Caelyn had her plastic back.
Caelyn finally sneered in my face. “You will no longer be able to rape me, Ray. I am now back in control with Carleton and it will remain that way. You will never see me in this place again.”
Before Caelyn could flounce out, I reminded her that she had damn well better stay in control with Carleton or she would be back for a ‘booster shot.’
Caelyn’s face went through a sequence of twitches. She finally said, “I am not going to let down. In any case, Carleton and I have agreed that your sort of nastiness will never again be inflicted on me.”
I said, “Just remember, I do have assistant instructors. If I am busy, I can still see that you are taken care of. Have a nice day.”
It is a damn good thing that eyes cannot kill or I would have been a dead man right there.
I reviewed the notes I had made earlier in the day. There was a man named David who had a wife with the same type of problems Caelyn had. I could expect my next victim to be in Monday.”
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