I don’t belong here with the rest of these people. I’m actually healthy. While getting some inroads with a few of the other patients might help, there were bigger things to do. Scanning the room, but not trying to be obvious, I keep up my routine of searching for the blind spots in the cameras as I make my way to the gym. Partly to keep to the usual routine in the eye’s of the guards and not let my muscles go to waste here.
"My pussy~" I moaned out, my body hot, shivering with anticipation. I could feel my nipples getting hard, as I put my legs apart.
Walking through the halls of the East Wing, it's not too hard to make a note of the cameras - and their blind spots. After changing into workout gear, you walk into the gym, a spacious, stylish and well equipped rectangle, where a small handful of people exercise on various machines, the place not so popular as the light of day is failing. Spoiler: Awareness Roll Difficulty 7: 69 A flash of movement by one of the windows catches your eye, and you focus on it. Outside, you just see trees and failing sunlight - but you can't shake the feeling something was looking at you. "Hey, mind spotting me?" You turn at the sound of a feminine voice, as a woman about your age approaches you.
"Hoping I'll knock you up, slut?" Your lover grips your hips, slamming himself inside you. He's fucked you countless times, but every time you let him inside you feels like your first, your walls clamping down on his invading member like a virgin's, as he drives himself deep into you, ramming against your cervix. "Hmm? You want me to knock you up like I did to Ami?"
(Finding art is pretty much impossible. Closest I could get.) Tight. Even just trying to move in these wasn't too easy with my chest being the way it was. That wasn't usually such a big deal, but it had only just now became really apparent from looking how much I've been slacking with how hard of a time it was just in the bathroom to get my top on. It would make some one else's day, so some good came out of it. But really... Even as I look behind to catch a glimpse of my butt and how it looks in the mirror, it was a lot. I was definitely in still way better shape than most people, but this wasn't really looking like my top form. Not a lot of people know, but there was serious talk of me having the potential to be national. Of course, gymnastics stopped being fun the moment they decided for me that I wanted to be completely dedicated to it and not do anything else. Even so, I always tried to keep up with my training on my own as long as they didn't know about it. Point being, I liked having the perfect butt. Keeping it round and also tight. It took skill. But now I was thinking from looking that it was probably getting a little too cushy. Not that anyone I know would mind, but should probably make sure I get in the hours to tighten it up a bit. ----------- My totally serious mission however had to wait as someone had asked for help. I wasn't really trying to get super cozy with the crazies or anything, but it wouldn't hurt to make some friends for when I needed them later. Plus, it still gets just boring being stuck in interviews all day. "Sure."
(Don't feel pressured to find pics if you don't want to. Great pic tho.) The time and effort you've put into your body has paid off - you feel multiple sets of eyes on your athletically buxom form, from the two muscular men working out in the corner of the room eyeing you up invitingly, to the overweight guard doing a double take through the window to stare at the way your breasts struggle against the tight fabric of your sports bra as he walks along the hallway outside. You discover, as you help cover her through a gruelling set of lifts and squats, that your companion's name is Yuki - a half Japanese, half American girl from a wealthy family not unlike your own, and that her personality isn't dissimilar either. As she rests and spots you as you begin your own workout, she makes small talk, dropping some helpful bits of information here and there. "So, what're you in for? I'm guessing you're not here voluntarily." She observes, as she helps you lay down a barbell.
“Nothing that interesting.” She seemed cool, but it was better to just stay vague. While we make conversation, I lean over to lift my leg on one of the benches and stretch. “Daddy caught me reading foreign literature once and now he thinks I’m a drug addicted satan worshipping lesbian witch whose going to give all our money away to the poor. Don’t get me wrong. He can live with all that stuff expect the last one” He was more rational than that, but it was close enough to the truth to sound believable. “What about you?” I’m looking myself over in the mirror as I switch legs, pretending not to pay attention to the guys behind me even while intentionally moving to lift my butt up. “You seem way too normal to be here.”
"Heh, not too different, to be honest. I got caught sleeping around with the 'wrong kind' of people, smoking weed, stealing shit. Daddy threatened to disown me if I didn't come here. He was totally bluffing, but whatever, if it makes him happy." Yuki rolls her eyes. Looking into the floor to ceiling mirror along the wall, you can see the interest of the two muscular men has turned into outright attention, gazing at your ass with bulges appearing in their shorts. They're both attractive, in a rough, thuggish sort of way, with tanned skin and short cropped hair.
"Yeah, I've heard all that before too about the wrong kind of people. Even though daddy's people are a bunch of gangsters and corrupt cops." It came out so naturally while exercising that I didn't really catch it. I was probably saying too much, but if she's anything like me, this is all pretty regular stuff to her. The conversation was nice, but out of the corner of my eye, the sight of well developed men was hard to ignore. Looking at them, these guys were probably assholes, but even that wasn't a total deal breaker. I could probably mess with them a little bit and drop them later and they wouldn't mind. There was probably no way I'd get serious with either of them even if my family would allow it...but maybe they could be a nice distraction with how boring everything was here. Though that depends if they're actually any good or not. "They're obviously kind of losers, but think they might be any fun if you're not serious about it?" With a knowing grin, I keep my voice at least somewhat quiet so they can't hear it, while looking over Yuki and drawing her attention to them.
I arched as I felt his dick scratching my insides. My body shook with pleasure as the heat of him thrusting dominated my perception. Even mention of the bitch could not ruin this moment. "Mhm, uhm, mhm!" I was moaning. I put my legs further apart, allowing him easier access. That was all I could do with my hands tied behind my back. "Yes!" I managed. Because of the blindfold that covered my eyes, cutting out my vision, everything seemed soo much sharper...
"Yep..." Yuki sighs in commiseration. "If he's so obsessed with me spending time with the 'right' type of people, maybe I should date one of his fatass yakuza friends? Since that's who he hangs out with..." As you point out the gym rats, Yuki grins wickedly. "Heh heh, haven't gotten your 'needs' sated yet?" She whispers back to you. By this point, the men have evidently taken your glances as an invitation, and are walking over. "I haven't been with either of them, but it's worth a try." The men reach you, one standing at about your height, with a charming smirk and the body of an underwear model. The other looms about a head above you, taller and more heavily built than his friend, albeit with less definition. "Yo." The big guy looks down at you, getting a great look at your cleavage. "You girls are fine as fuck." He says, voice a low growl. "What my friend means to say," the smaller man takes over, "Is that we were wondering if you two would like to share a workout with us?"
"You want my kid, you have to be my mine." He says, his cock ramming deep inside you without a hint of him getting tired. "Mind, body and soul. My property. You have to earn the privilege."
I moaned as he spoke. His~ "I do!" I cried out, my pussy squeezing his dick. His partner, his wife~ "Mhmm!" I moaned loudly arching as I climaxed. My juices coated his dick. Yet he was not slowing down~ He continued thrusting and it was driving me mad~
"I do?" He leans forward, pressing you down onto the desk, as a muscular forearm slips around your throat and squeezes. "That's what a wife says. No, no..." His voice grunts in your ear as your breath is cut off. "You're not my wife. You're my bitch. Aren't you?"
"Gha!" I choked as another orgasm rolled over my body. Why? Was I not as good, even better, then this slut of a woman! My knees gave out under me as I collapsed on the desk. I closed my eyes as pleasure shook my body. His~ That was only thing that mattered. "Yess~" I managed as his body pressed against mines~
"Good girl." He repeats, and suddenly your lover rewards your obedience by going even harder, his body pounding into yours with a ferocity you didn't even think existed. As you scream, your voice growing hoarse, you feel him fill your womb with his precious seed, and suddenly you're climaxing. You cling limply to the desk, your muscles aching and tired, eyelids growing heavy as he pulls out of you, walking around the desk to grab your hair and roughly pull your head up, wordlessly demanding that you clean him. As his cock lies free of your juices and his cum, he lets go of you, and you drift off. The sun has lowered somewhat by the time you awaken, lying on Mark's couch, covered by a blanket. Looking up, you see your beloved back at his desk, working at his computer. As he notices you, he flashes a smile - the same charming smile you fell in love with. "Hey." He stands up, offering you a small plastic bottle of water. "That wasn't bad, was it?" He chuckles, the sound so pleasant to your ears. Normally you despise softer men, but with Mark, it's refreshing to see him as the pleasant, charismatic man the world sees, rather than the dominant bastard he shows you in private. Some part of you recognises it's a farce, but the rest of you couldn't care less. Mark caresses your cheek softly, and plants an eager kiss on your lips. "Were you serious earlier? About wanting my child? Because..." He pauses. "I have to focus on my work right now - everything has to be devoted towards completing the tasks I've been assigned. But afterwards, I'll have time for the things I care about. For my wife." Before you can ponder his duplicity in any depth, he dangles in front of you the thing you desire most...
It was about as much class to be expected. Though part of the appeal was they were nothing like those pompous pricks that show up to the usual rich people parties. The smaller one seemed to be at least trying for more class. Though I guess in these clothes and here, I'm just pretty typical middle class and you wouldn't think about the difference. Good, but also bad. "Sounds like it could be fun!" No reason to be rude to them anyway. Not sure which one to go for. Usually I don't really like guys having....too much. At least in mass. But any outlet in a storm, as the saying goes. Glancing over to Yuki, I give the silent girl look and signal that says which one is her kind of thing. I still have some class, after all. It's called taking one for the team. Besides, I definitely wouldn't mind messing around with either for a bit. Probably can just go for the other one later if I feel like it. And if Yuki's still got the same brain as me going on, she's probably already thought about this too and wondering which one I'd go for. Getting the idea to try and answer her thoughts more clearly, it's kind of difficult to put into exact words. I don't think I'd get serious about these guys anyway, so it doesn't matter. She already knows that, but there was still a certain approach to doing it tastefully.
Yuki looks back at you, her thoughts sympatico with your own, as she shrugs indifferently at your question. The smaller guy takes the silence as an opportunity, moving in towards you. "Hey, I'm Franco. Let's make sure you're properly stretched out first." He says, as he moves behind you, hands touching your hips.
(first person still feels kind of odd to write with so sorry if my posts are kind of poor) It should have been obvious I was doing just fine on my own, but it was obviously not the reason. Still, I straighten up and lean my hips and ass every so slightly back. Not enough to just straight up grind on him publically, but the feel of the solid wall of muscle from his abs against my own back is firm. "Like this?" Going through the standard poses, I glance back at him with a naive look that even a meathead like this could tell is obviously fake. But that doesn't matter. Letting one of my arms rest on his shoulder for support as I lift a leg against the wall, it helps to bring my own head closer to his, resting on his neck. Almost close enough to touch, but nothing too crazy to get kicked out of here, but also undeniably up close and personal.
I moaned as I stirred on sofa, the memories of debauchery slowly surfacing on my mind. My body shuddered with pleasure. "I wouldn't mind~" I sighted with content. "Having your bastard~" I was HIS bitch. I froze hearing his offer. I gulped as I realised he was serious. "Really?" I gasped surprised. Yes! I wanted to scream with joy!
