Gym Rats Expose New Meat

T has joined a new gym recommended by her husbands friend G to tone up for already amazing body…… she quickly finds herself the only woman there, but she is confident enough that doesn’t worry her ……. However, G and his friends have taken note of how good she looks working out. And they are going to take advantage of her being there alone…….

The gym was a sparse, brutalist space, all concrete and rusted metal. T walked in, her sports bra and leggings clinging to her curves, confidence radiating. She spotted the weights, the racks, the empty benches. Aside from the grunting meatheads, she was the only woman in sight. T started with the squat rack, her ass chewing through her leggings with each rep. She felt eyes on her, but she didn't care. She was here to work, to push her body, to tone what was already incredible. G, a burly guy with a nasty grin, leaned against the wall, watching. "She's fucking gorgeous," he muttered to his friend, a bald guy with a neck like a tree trunk. "You should see her husband," the bald guy replied, smirking. "He's a fucking beast. But she's fair game, right?" G licked his lips. "Fuck yeah. Let's have some fun." They approached T as she finished her set, sweat glistening on her skin. "Hey, new girl," G said, his voice a low growl. "You're looking mighty fine today." T stood up, wiping her brow. "Thanks," she said, not missing a beat. "I try." Baldy stepped closer, his eyes roaming her body. "You try real good," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I fucking love it. And I bet you love a big dick too?" T didn't flinch, their dirty talk didn't bother her. She let G's hands roam around her neck. She wasn't there for small talk. "Maybe you'll find out," she said, her voice dripping with challenge. "Maybe you won't." She squeezed his hand to let him know who was in charge. "I've got a raging hard-on for you," Baldy said, smirking. "I think you're going to wrap your pretty little lips around it, like a good girl." As they spoke, Baldy unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It was thick and veiny, already hard and twitching in his hand. It bounced slightly as he began to stroke it. He looked down at his cock, then back at T, smirking. "I think you'd look good on your knees, sucking me," he said, his voice rough with lust. "What do you think?" T's eyes narrowed, but she didn't move. She knew the game they were playing, and she was ready to play it her way. "I think you're full of shit," she said, her voice low. "But I'm willing to find out." She reached out, her hand wrapping around Baldy's cock. He groaned, his eyes rolling back as she began to stroke him, her grip firm and confident. "You like that?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "You like it when a woman takes control?" She wrapped her mouth around his shaft ready to take control. Her eyes never leaving his.

G's breath hitched as he watched T's lips envelop Baldy's cock. He could see the faint smirk on her face, the challenge in her eyes. She was playing them, and they were fucking loving it. Baldy groaned, his hands finding T's hair, gripping it tightly. "Fuck, yeah," he hissed, pushing his hips forward slightly, trying to take control. But T was having none of it. She pulled back, her hand still stroking him, her eyes flashing with dominance. "Uh-uh," she said, her voice firm. "You don't get to fuck my mouth. Not yet." G chuckled, his own cock straining against his pants. He liked this game. He liked it a lot. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup T's breast through her sports bra. She didn't stop him, but she didn't melt into his touch either. She kept her eyes on Baldy, her hand working his cock, her thumb circling the sensitive tip. "You're a fucking tease," Baldy growled, but his hips bucked into her touch, betraying his words. T smiled, a slow, cruel curve of her lips. "Maybe," she said, her voice a low purr. "Or maybe I just know what I want." G's hand moved to her other breast, his fingers tweaking her nipple through the thin fabric. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, but she didn't stop stroking Baldy. Instead, she increased her pace, her hand twisting and turning, driving him wild. Baldy's breaths came in short, sharp pants, his hips moving in time with her hand. "Fuck, T," he groaned. "You're going to make me come." She smiled, her eyes opening to meet his. "Good," she said, her voice a low whisper. "But not yet." She stopped suddenly, her hand dropping to her side. Baldy groaned in protest, but T just smiled, a cruel, mocking curve of her lips. "Patience," she said, her voice a low purr. "Good things come to those who wait." She turned her attention to G, her hand reaching out to stroke his cock through his pants. "Right?"

“I wouldn't do that if I were you," G said, his voice a low growl. "I’m not as patient as Baldy." His hand didn't stop. It just moved from her breast to her neck, his thumb pressing against her pulse. He didn’t squeeze hard, but the threat was clear. “You might want to show me the same courtesy." T's breath hitched, but she didn't back down. She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his. "Is that a threat?" she asked, her voice a low challenge. G smirked, his thumb pressing a little harder. "Maybe," he said, his voice a low rumble. His hand moved down, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. She gasped, her eyes widening as he took control. His mouth crashed down on hers, brutal and demanding. She didn't struggle, but she didn't melt into him either. She stood there, her body tense, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. Baldy watched, his cock still hard in his hand, as G kissed T roughly. He liked what he saw, liked the way T's body responded to G's touch, even if her eyes were still defiant. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup T's ass, squeezing hard. She jerked, a soft gasp escaping her lips, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into G's touch, her body betraying her words. G pulled back, his breath ragged. "You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice a low growl. "You like it rough." His hand moved again, this time grabbing her throat. He squeezed, not hard, but enough to make his point. "You want to be dominated, don't you, you little slut? You want to be made to feel like a little bitch." T's eyes flashed with something — anger, lust, defiance — he couldn't tell. She didn't speak, but her body responded, her hips bucking against Baldy's hand. He took it as a good sign, a sign that she was ready to be taken, ready to be used. His hand moved to the front of her leggings, his fingers hooking into the waistband. He pulled, the fabric stretching and tearing as he bared her pussy to the cool air of the gym. She gasped, her body tensing, but she didn't stop him. She didn't fight, didn't struggle. She just stood there, her breath coming in short, sharp pants, her body on display for these two men. She leaned her head back, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a soft gasp. G's hand moved to her pussy, his fingers stroking her softly. "You're so fucking wet," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "You love this, don't you? You love being used, being treated like a little slut." T didn't respond, but her body did. Her hips bucked against his touch, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was so close, so fucking close. But she wasn't going to come, not yet. He wasn’t going to let her. Not until he was ready, not until he said so.

G's fingers circled her clit, teasing, tormenting. She would be able to feel his rough, calloused fingers to the core of her being, contrasting with the soft wetness of her arousal. He wasn't gentle, his touch was firm, controlling. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to drive her wild. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "Beg for it," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Beg to come." T's eyes flew open, her mouth open in a silent gasp. She had never begged in her life, and she wasn't about to start now. She glared at him, her body tense, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. "Fuck you," she spat, her voice a low hiss. G chuckled, a low, cruel sound. He pulled his hand away, leaving her empty, aching. She groaned in protest, her hips bucking, trying to chase his touch. But he was already turning to Baldy, a smirk on his face. "She's not ready yet," he said, his voice a low purr. "But she will be." Baldy grinned, his hand still stroking his cock. "Let's make her ready," he said, his voice thick with lust. He stepped closer, his other hand reaching out to grab T's breast, squeezing hard. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. T looked over to Baldy. She didn't know where this would go, but she was intrigued — horny. She didn't want to beg, but maybe her body could fool them. She needed release, and she was going to get it. She wanted to feel his calloused fingers rub the sensitive skin near her clit. She began to rock her hips against G's hand, her breath coming in short, sharp, pants. She let out a soft moan, her body betraying her words. The soft sound of her own voice was all the encouragement he needed. G's fingers found her clit again, rubbing it in slow, firm circles. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against his touch. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "That's it, slut," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Ride my hand. Show us how much you want it." She did as he commanded, her body moving against his hand, chasing her release. She could feel it building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was so close, so fucking close. But she wasn't going to come, not yet. She wasn't going to give in that easily. She needed more. She needed harder, faster, dirtier. She needed to be used, to be taken, to be made to feel like a fucktoy. She needed to be humiliated, to be degraded, to be made to feel like less than human. She needed to be forced to admit that she was a slut, a whore, a worthless piece of meat. She needed to be forced to beg, to plead, to scream for mercy. But she wasn't there yet. She needed more. She needed... The sound of a zipper filled the air. She opened her eyes to see Baldy standing in front of her, his cock hard and ready. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to look up at him. "Open your mouth, slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "It's time for you to earn your keep."

T's eyes flashed with defiance, but her body betrayed her. She licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight of Baldy's cock. She wanted to fight, to resist, but her body was eager, her pussy throbbing with need. She kept her jaw clenched, refusing to open her mouth. She didn't want to give in, not yet. She needed more. G watched her struggle, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He loved seeing her fight, loved the way her body responded even as her mind rebelled. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grab her chin, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Open wide, slut," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "We know you want it." T glared at him, her body tensing as she fought against his grip. She shook her head slightly, her teeth still clenched. She refused to give in, refused to be that easy. She wanted this, she couldn’t deny it. But she wasn't going to make it easy for them. She wanted to be forced, to be taken, to be made to do it. But she wanted to feel like she was fighting it. Baldy, growing impatient, grabbed his cock and ran the head along her sealed lips, the precum smearing lightly across her lips. "Fucking open up, bitch. You know you want this cock in that sweet little mouth of yours. There's no point fighting it. You're just going to get your mouth fucked, with or without your permission." She tried to turn her head, to avoid the slick head of his cock. She tried to fight, but she knew it was useless. “Fuck you, Baldy. Just because I’m wet doesn’t mean I want this.” G laughed, a low, cruel sound. "Then why are you so wet?" He reached down, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing it in firm,quick circles. She gasped, her body bucking against his touch. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "You're a fucking slut, T. You love this. You love being used, being forced, being made to do what we want." T's breath hitched, her body tensing as she fought against the pleasure. She wanted to scream, to yell, to fight, but all that came out was a soft moan. Her body was betraying her, her pussy throbbing with need, her clit aching for more. She was so close, so fucking close. But she wasn't going to come, not yet. She wouldn't give in that easily. Baldy, growing more impatient, grabbed her hair harder, pulling her head back farther, forcing her to look up at him. "Open your fucking mouth, bitch," he growled. "I'm not going to ask again." He pressed the head of his cock against her lips, the precum smearing across her mouth. "And don't make me get rough. I can make your life a living hell, if I want to. Plus, you know I can make you love it. Just admit that you want it. Admit that you want my cock in your mouth. Admit that you’re a fucking slut." T's eyes widened, her body tensing as she fought against his grip. She was so close, so fucking close. But she wasn't going to give in, not yet. She needed more. She needed to be forced, to be taken, to be made to do it. She needed to be humiliated, to be degraded, to be made to feel like less than human. She needed to be forced to admit that she was a slut, a whore, a worthless piece of meat. She needed to be forced to beg, to plead, to scream for mercy. But she wasn't there yet. She needed more. But she knew she was getting close. She could feel it building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was so close, so fucking close. But she wasn't going to come, not yet. She wasn't going to go down that easy. She was going to fight, she was going to resist, she was going to make them work for it. She was going to make them earn it. She was going to make them... But as Baldy pressed his cock against her lips, she couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, her tongue flicking out to taste him. She gasped, her body betraying her, her pussy throbbing with need. She was so close, so fucking close. But she wasn't going to come, not yet. She wasn't going to give in that easily.

Baldy didn't need more encouragement. He thrust his hips forward, sliding his cock into her mouth. T gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she took him in. She tried to pull away, to resist, but G's hand was still on her chin, holding her in place. She couldn't move, couldn't escape. She was trapped, helpless, at their mercy. "Good girl," Baldy groaned, his hips beginning to move, fucking her mouth. "Take it all, you little slut. Show us how much you can handle." T's breath hitched, her body tensing as she tried to fight against the invasion. But her body betrayed her, her tongue flicking out to lick the underside of his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. She could feel the precum, salty and slightly bitter, coating her tongue. She could feel the heat, the hardness, the sheer masculinity of him. She could feel her own arousal, her pussy throbbing with need, her clit aching for more. Baldy groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth. She gagged again, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She took it, she took all of it, her body betraying her, her mind screaming in protest. G watched, his eyes gleaming with lust and cruelty. He moved his hand from her chin, trailing it down her neck, her collarbone, her breast. He pinched her nipple, hard, making her gasp around Baldy's cock. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "That's it, slut," he murmured. "Take his cock. Take it all. Show us how much of a whore you are." T moaned, the sound muffled around Baldy's cock. She could feel it building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was so close, so fucking close. But she wasn't going to come, not yet. She needed more. She began to suck in earnest. G’s pat on Baldy’s ass was accompanied by a low command. "Fuck her face, Baldy. Make her take it. Make her earn it. Make her work for that cock. Make her beg for it. Make her scream for it. Make her..." Baldy's hips, already thrusting, sped up, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands. She gagged, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was so close, so fucking close. But she wasn't going to come, not yet. She wasn't going to give in that easily. He began to face fuck her in earnest, his hips moving faster and faster, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She took it, she took all of it. She took his cock, his precum, his lust, his power. She took it all, and she loved it, even as she hated herself for it. She was so close. She was so fucking close. She suddenly felt a sharp pain on her breast. She glanced over and saw G, his face a mask of lust and cruelty, a light in his eyes that she had never seen before. The cruel smile on his face as he raised his hand to slap her again filled her with a strange mix of fear and excitement. She moaned around Baldy's cock, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was so close, so fucking close. She was so fucking close. She could hear the sound of her own wetness, the sound of Baldy's cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the sound of G's hand slapping her breast. She could feel the heat, the hardness, the sheer masculinity of them. She could feel her own arousal, her pussy throbbing with need, her clit aching for more. She could feel it building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was so close, so fucking close. She was so fucking close.

He makes her gag so bad, till spit drool down her chin. But she keeps fighting them the best she can

G's hand came down again, harder this time, the slap echoing through the room. T's body jerked, her mouth opening wider around Baldy's cock. He took the opportunity to thrust deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged violently, her eyes watering, spit dripping down her chin. She could feel it, thick and warm, trickling down her neck. Baldy groaned, his hips pistoning faster. "That's it, you fucking slut," he grunted. "Take it all. Take my cum down that pretty little throat." He shuddered and gripped her hair tighter, pulling the roots. He jerked his hips, filling her throat with his cock. He held her there. She gagged on the cock thrust deep into her throat. She moaned and tried to twist her head, but he held her tight. T's body convulsed, her mouth stretched wide, her jaw aching. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, mixing with the spit and precum. She could feel the humiliating mess on her chin, her neck, her chest. But she didn't give in. She kept fighting, her body tensing, her hands pushing weakly against Baldy's thighs. She tried to twist her head, to pull away, but he held her firm, his cock deep in her throat. She could feel herself getting close. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy throbbing with need. She needed it. She needed to come. She needed to be used. She needed to be forced. She needed to... But she wasn't going to come, not yet. She was going to fight, she was going to resist, she was going to make them work for it. She was going to make them earn it. She was going to make them...

He pulls out of her mouth long enough for her to hurl abuse at him. Before they force her onto her hands and knees. Then his cock is shoved back in while her pussy is now exposed to G

Baldy grinned down at her, his cock glistening with her spit and precum. "You want to talk, slut?" he taunted, pulling out just enough for her to rasp out a response. "Fuck you, you bastard," she spat, her voice hoarse. "You're nothing but a fucking animal. You think this makes you a man? It doesn't. It makes you a pathetic, sad little—" Baldy's hand cracked across her cheek, silencing her. "On your knees, bitch," he growled. G's hands were quick and rough, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. She struggled, but they were too strong. Her face was pressed into the cold floor, her ass presented to them. Baldy didn't waste time. He shoved his cock back into her mouth, fucking her face again. His fingers tangled in her hair, gripping tightly, controlling her. She could feel her body responding, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. She gagged, her eyes watering as she took him deep. Her eyes met G's as she looked up through tear-filled eyes. G's eyes gleamed with lust and cruelty. He moved around behind her, his hand running up the back of her thigh, over her ass, and then down between her legs. He cupped her pussy, his fingers pressing against her clit. She gasped around Baldy's cock, her body jerking at the electric shock of pleasure. She was so wet, so ready, and he knew it. "You fucking love this, don't you, whore?" G murmured, his fingers circling her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "You love being used. You love being forced. You love being our little slut." He slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot deep inside. She moaned, her body tensing, her hips pushing back against his hand. He chuckled, a low, cruel sound. "That's it, slut. Show us how much you love it. Show us how much of a whore you are."

Her breath hitched as G's fingers worked her, his thumb pressing firmly against her clit. The dual sensations of Baldy's cock in her mouth and G's fingers in her pussy were overwhelming. She could feel her walls crumbling, her resistance fading. She was so close to giving in, to surrendering to the pleasure that coursed through her veins. Baldy pulled out, his cock glossy and slick. "Look at you," he sneered, gripping her jaw. "You're dripping wet. You're loving every second of this." She glared up at him, but the fire in her eyes was dimming, replaced by a haze of lust. Her body betrayed her, pushing back against G's hand, seeking more. She could feel her orgasm coiling in her belly, ready to explode. G leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "Give in, slut," he whispered. "Give in and take what we give you. You know you want it. You know you need it." His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder. She could feel it building, the pressure in her pussy, the heat in her clit. She was so close, so close... Baldy grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. "Say it," he demanded. "Say you're our slut. Say you want this." He thrust his cock back into her mouth, choking her. She gagged, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around G's fingers. She was so close, so fucking close. Her body tensed, her back arched and her head pulled back as Baldy continued to fuck her throat. She was being used, forced, and she was being overwhelmed by the pleasure this brought. Her moans were muffled by Baldy's cock as her whole body tensed and then convulsed with pleasure. She came hard, her pussy pulsing around G's fingers, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She couldn't fight it anymore. She was theirs. She was their slut. She was theirs to use, to force, to fuck. And she wanted it. She needed it.

Her climax subsided, leaving her panting and weak, her body slick with sweat. Baldy pulled out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting them before breaking. He smirked down at her, his cock still hard and demanding. "Good girl," G purred, slowly withdrawing his fingers. He brought them to his mouth, licking her juices off with a smirk. "Tastes like you enjoyed that." She hung her head, defeated, her hair sticking to her flushed face. Baldy grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "You're ours now, slut. Understand?" He squeezed her chin tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh. She nodded slightly, too exhausted and overwhelmed to resist. G chuckled, running his hand over her ass. "Such a good little whore," he murmured. His hand came down hard on her ass cheek, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the room. She jerked, a soft cry escaping her. "But you can do better," G said, his voice low and dangerous. Baldy released her chin, his hand moving to her throat. He squeezed gently, a warning. "Beg for it," he commanded. "Beg for us to use you." She hesitated, her body trembling. G's hand came down on her other ass cheek, harder this time. She cried out, her body jolting. "Beg," he growled. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Please use me. Please fuck me. I'm yours. I'm your slut." A cruel smile spread across Baldy's face. "That's more like it," he said, releasing her throat. He moved around behind her, his cock pressing against her ass. G knelt in front of her, his cock at her mouth. "Now, show us how much you mean it, whore." He gripped her hair, pulling her forward. She opened her mouth, taking him in, her body preparing to be used again.

She moaned around G's cock, the sound vibrating through his shaft. Baldy chuckled, his hand gripping her hip tightly. "Look at this gym equipment," he said, his voice a low growl. "Lots of fun ways to use your body." He pointed to a nearby bench press. "Let's start there." G pulled out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting them before breaking. "On your back, slut," he ordered, pointing to the bench. She complied, her body moving automatically, her mind foggy with lust and submission. Baldy grabbed her ankles, dragging her down until her ass was at the edge of the bench. "You look so pathetic like this," Baldy sneered, running his hand over her sweat-slicked torso. He looked around, his eyes landing on a medicine ball. "Hold this above your chest," he commanded, tossing the heavy ball to her. She struggled to hold it up, her arms shaking with the effort. G moved between her spread legs, his cock poised at her entrance. "Keep that up," he warned, his voice harsh. He thrust into her, hard and fast, the medicine ball shaking in her hands. She cried out, the sound muffled as Baldy shoved his cock back into her mouth. She was pinned, used, her body a playground for their pleasure. G's hips pounded against hers, the bench shaking with the force of his thrusts. She could feel another orgasm building, her body betraying her once again. Baldy pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. He moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips. "Switch," he ordered. G pulled out of her, a wicked smile on his face. He moved to stand by her head, his cock ready. Baldy lined himself up, his cock pressing against her pussy. He thrust in, hard and deep, making her cry out. The medicine ball fell to the side, her arms too weak to hold it any longer. G took advantage, shoving his cock back into her mouth. She was sandwiched between them, their cocks filling her, using her. Her body convulsed as the pleasure surged through her. She was their plaything, their toy, and she was loving every second of it.

Baldy’s thrusts were brutal, his hips slapping against her ass as he pounded into her. Her body was a quivering mess, her pussy clenching around him as he drove deeper. She moaned around G's cock, the sound muffled and guttural, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate him. She felt Baldy's hand move from her hip to her throat, squeezing gently but firmly. "You like this, don't you?" he growled. She nodded as best she could, her mouth full. G gripped her hair tighter, forcing her to take him deeper. "Good girl," he muttered, his voice strained with effort. Baldy's other hand slid down to her clit, rubbing it in harsh, quick circles. She screamed around G's cock, the sensation overwhelming. Her body began to shake, her orgasm building fast and hard. Baldy chuckled, his fingers relentless. "Come for us, slut," he commanded. "Show us how much you love this." She came hard, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Baldy's grip on her throat tightened, cutting off her air for a moment before releasing. She gasped, her lungs burning, as G pulled out of her mouth. His cock glistened with her saliva and sweat. "Fuck, that's hot," G murmured, his eyes locked on her face. Baldy grunted in agreement, his thrusts slowing but growing deeper. She could feel every inch of him, her pussy clenching around him as he hit spots she didn't know existed. He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "You're going to take it all, aren't you, whore?" She nodded, her body drifting in a haze of pleasure and pain. "Good girl," he whispered, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "Now, let's see how much more you can take." She felt Baldy's hand move again, this time reaching for something on the nearby weight rack. He pulled it towards him, and she heard the distinctive clink of chains. "Gonna chain you up next," he murmured, his voice low and threatening. "See how you like being our little fuck toy, bound and helpless."

Baldy held up a pair of leather cuffs attached to a chain, the metal glinting under the gym lights. "Arms above your head, bitch," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. She complied, her arms shaking slightly as she lifted them over her head. Baldy secured the cuffs around her wrists, the leather biting into her skin. He tested the chain, giving it a sharp tug that made her wince. "Comfy?" he sneered, pulling the chain taut so her arms were stretched out above her. She whimpered, her body already aching from the relentless pounding. G watched, his eyes gleaming with lust and cruelty. He circled her like a predator, his hand trailing over her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples until she cried out. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his fingers twisting the tender flesh. She nodded, her breath hitching as Baldy's cock drove into her, hitting that same deep spot over and over. "You're so pathetic," Baldy growled, his hips thrusting harder, faster. The chain rattled above her, the sound of metal against metal echoing in the gym. She could feel another orgasm building, her body betraying her once again, eager for more despite the pain. G moved to her side, his hand sliding down to her throat once more. He squeezed, his fingers digging into her flesh, cutting off her air. She struggled, her body bucking against Baldy's as panic surged through her. "Relax, whore," G whispered, his voice dangerously soft. "You're ours to use, ours to control. Fight it, and it'll be so much worse for you." She forced herself to still, her body trembling with the effort. He released her throat, his hand moving to cup her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. She moaned, the sound torn from her as Baldy's thrusts became even more brutal. The chain above her rattled, the links clinking together as her body was thrown back and forth between them. Baldy's hand slid down to her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh. He leaned down, his breath hot on her face. "You're going to take every last inch of us, aren't you, slut?" She nodded, her body aching, her pussy throbbing around him. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a low growl. He moved his hand between them, his fingers finding her clit once more. He rubbed it in harsh, quick circles, his eyes locked on her face as she struggled to breathe. Her body began to shake, her orgasm building fast and hard, despite the pain and the fear. She was theirs, completely and utterly at their mercy. And she was loving every second of it.

She bucked against Baldy's relentless thrusts, her breath hitching as she snarled, "Fuck you, you ugly fuck. You think this is pleasure? It's torture, you bastard." G's hand tightened around her throat, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Watch your mouth, slut," he warned, but his eyes gleamed with dark amusement. He pinched her nipple hard, twisting it until she gasped. "We can make this so much worse for you." She glared at him, her chest heaving with effort. "Fuck off, you piece of shit. You're nothing but a pathetic bully. Can't get it up without degrading someone." Baldy chuckled, his hips never slowing their punishing rhythm. "Let her talk, G. It's hot when she fights back." He leaned down, his voice a low growl in her ear. "But remember, whore, this is your choice. You could beg for mercy, but you won't, will you? You love this too much." She spat, the saliva landing on his cheek. "Fuck you, you fucking animal. You think I'm enjoying this? You think I want to be your little fuck toy?" His hand shot out, slapping her hard across the face. Her head snapped to the side, a red handprint blooming on her cheek. "You know what happens when you lie, don't you?" he growled. His hand moved to her breast, squeezing it brutally. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Your pussy is soaking wet, your body is begging for more." She screamed, a mix of pain and pleasure tearing from her throat. "You're a monster," she gasped, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. "A fucking monster." G's hand moved from her throat to her mouth, his fingers pressing into her cheeks, forcing her jaw open. "Such a dirty mouth," he taunted, his cock poised at her lips. "Clean it up, slut. Show us how sorry you are." She glared at him, her body shaking with sobs and laughter. "Fuck you," she whispered, before taking him into her mouth, her teeth grazing his shaft. He hissed, his hand fisting in her hair. She could feel Baldy's thrusts growing more erratic, his grip on her hip tightening as he neared his climax. She was their plaything, their toy, and she was giving as good as she was getting. The chain above her rattled, the sound of metal against metal a symphony of her submission and defiance.

Baldy's grip on her hip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh like a vise. "You fucking bitch," he grunted, his thrusts becoming wild and unhinged. The chain above her screamed with the force of his movements, the links biting into her wrists. G, his cock deep in her mouth, groaned. She could feel his hips begin to move on their own, his body betraying his attempt to keep control. His fingers in her hair tightened, pulling at the roots as he fucked her face. "That's it, where. Take it," he panted, his voice thick with lust. She gagged around him, her throat relaxing only enough to keep from choking. Her eyes watered, but she kept them locked on his, defiance burning in her gaze. Baldy's hand moved from her hip to her throat, mirroring G's previous hold. He squeezed, his fingers pressing into her windpipe, cutting off her air once more. Her body bucked, her pussy clamping down on him as he drove into her. "It feels so fucking good when you struggle," Baldy groaned, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force. The chain above her rattled violently, the sound a harsh, metallic echo in the gym. G's grip on her hair became painful, his hips moving faster, more urgently. "I'm going to come down your throat, slut," he grunted, his voice strained. "And you're going to swallow every last drop." She gagged again, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her. Her vision swam, dark spots dancing at the edges as Baldy's grip on her throat tightened. She could feel G's cock swelling, his body tensing as he neared his climax. Her body ached, her wrists burning from the cuffs, her throat raw from G's cock, but she didn't stop fighting. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her break. "Fuck yes," G hissed, his body shuddering as he came, his hot seed spilling down her throat. She swallowed reflexively, her body shaking with the effort of holding out against the overwhelming sensations.

G pumps a huge amount of cum down her throat ….. once he is done baldy releases her chains. Beucase he wants to try something else her and the gym equipment

G grunted, his body convulsing as he emptied the last of his load down her throat. She choked slightly, her body wracked with sobs and the remnants of her own pleasure. His grip on her hair loosened, but he kept his cock in her mouth, forcing her to clean him with her tongue. Baldy, his breath ragged, finally released her chains. The sudden absence of tension sent a jolt of pain through her shoulders, but she barely noticed. She was too focused on the raw, aching need between her legs. "Good girl," Baldy muttered, stepping back. He looked around the gym, his eyes landing on a nearby bench press. A cruel smile spread across his face. "Let's try something new." He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her off the bench. Her legs wobbled, still shaky from the relentless fucking. He pushed her towards the bench press, his hand on the small of her back. "Bend over," he commanded. She glared at him but complied, her body folding over the cold, hard bench. She could feel the cool metal against her cheek, her breath fogging up the surface. Her wrists were still bound, but the chains hung loosely, the links clanking softly against the bench. Baldy's hand ran over her ass, his touch rough and possessive. "You have a truly exceptional body," he murmured, more to himself than to her. "It's a shame to keep it all to ourselves." She snarled, "Fuck you," but the words lacked their previous venom. Her body was exhausted, her mind a whirlwind of pain and pleasure. G, now fully dressed, leaned against the wall, watching them with a smug smirk. "Go on, Baldy," he taunted. "Show her what she's been missing." Baldy's hand came down hard on her ass, the sound echoing through the gym. She yelped, her body jerking at the sudden sting. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his hand rubbing the red mark he'd left. She bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. But her body betrayed her, her hips shifting slightly, inviting more. Baldy chuckled, his hand coming down again, harder this time. She gasped, her fingers curling around the bench, her knuckles turning white. He was going to make her scream, and she knew it. But she also knew she wouldn't give him the pleasure of begging. Not yet, at least. Not until he pushed her over the edge, into the abyss of pleasure and pain that she both craved and feared.

He slapped her again, his palm landing with a sharp crack. Her body jolted, but she kept her mouth shut, her teeth grinding together. Baldy's breath hitched, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. He struck her again, and again, each blow harder than the last. Her skin flushed pink, then red, the prints of his hand searing into her flesh. She tried to hold back her gasps, but they escaped anyway, her body arching with each impact. Baldy's eyes never left her face, watching her struggle to maintain her defiance. He shifted his weight, changing the angle of his strikes, hitting her in new places, making her cry out each time. G chuckled from his spot against the wall. "Looks like someone's enjoying herself," he remarked, his voice dripping with mockery. She glared at him, her vision blurring with tears. "Fuck...you," she spat out, her voice hoarse. Baldy's hand paused mid-air, his eyes narrowing. "Is that so?" he growled, his hand coming down in a brutal, stinging blow. She screamed, her body bucking as the pain radiating from her ass exploded through her. He hit her again, and again, his hand moving faster, striking harder. Each blow sent waves of pain and pleasure crashing through her, her body trembling with the intensity. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body slick with sweat. She could feel the heat radiating from her ass, the stinging pain morphing into a dull, throbbing ache. She whimpered, her body convulsing as she fought to hold back her orgasm. But Baldy was relentless, his hand raining down blows, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Please..." she whimpered, her body shaking with the effort of holding back. Her voice was a pathetic, broken thing, but she didn't care. She just needed him to stop, to give her a moment to breathe, to think. But Baldy just chuckled, his hand coming down even harder. "You want me to stop, slut?" he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "You want me to be gentle with you?" He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "Too bad," he whispered, his hand coming down in a brutal, stinging blow. She screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm finally broke free. Her vision went white, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, her body writhing against the bench as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. "I guess that answers that question," G remarked, pushing off the wall and sauntering over. He stood behind Baldy, his eyes roving over her heaving body. He smirked, his hand reaching out to trail a finger down her spine. She shivered at his touch, her body still trembling with the aftermath of her orgasm. "She's a fucking mess," he murmured, his finger tracing the curve of her waist. "But what a beautiful mess she is."

Suddenly the grab her and push her into the seat of the hip strengthening machine. With all the eight they add not even legs as fit as Ts could move them. It holds her legs wide open displaying her helplessly

Baldy, breath ragged, paused his assault. His palm stung and she knew it was just a small hint of the pain she felt. He grabbed her roughly by the arm, pulling her up from the bench press. She stumbled, her legs still wobbly from the relentless spanking and the orgasm that had torn through her. She gasped as he dragged her towards the hip-strengthening machine, the cold metal of the seat biting into her thighs as he shoved her down onto it. "Grab her legs," Baldy ordered, his voice gruff. G stepped forward, a wicked grin on his face. His hands clamped around her ankles, shoving them into the padded restraints. She struggled, but her body was weak, her mind still reeling from the overwhelming sensations. She was no match for their strength. G locked her legs into place, the machine's mechanism whirring to life. The restraints spread her legs wider, the pulleys and cables creaking under the strain. She cried out, her body stretching, her muscles protesting. Her legs were forced open, her most intimate parts on full display. She tugged at her wrists, but the chains held fast, her arms bound and useless at her sides. "Look at you, spread open like a whore," Baldy sneered, his eyes raking over her exposed body. She glared at him, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Her face flushed with humiliation, but her body betrayed her, her hips lifting slightly, seeking more contact, more stimulation. G chuckled, his hand running up her inner thigh. "So eager," he taunted, his fingers brushing against her slick folds. She jolted at his touch, a moan escaping her lips despite her efforts to hold it back. G smiled, his fingers delving deeper, exploring her wetness. "Someone likes being on display," he murmured, his fingers sliding in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit. She bit her lip, her body arching, her hips moving in time with his fingers. The machine hummed, the restraints holding her legs wide, her body open and vulnerable. Baldy watched, his eyes gleaming with lust and cruelty. His hand went to his belt, unbuckling it with deliberate slowness. He pulled it off, the leather slithering through the loops with a soft, menacing sound. "Let's see how much you can take," he growled, the belt doubling in his hand, the buckle gleaming ominously. She tensed, her body bracing for the impact, her breath hitching in her throat as the belt whispered through the air. She gritted her teeth, refusing to scream, and G laughed, withdrawing his fingers to press into her mouth, forcing her jaw wide. Baldy's belt came down hard across her thighs. She jerked against the restraints, her body convulsing as the pain exploded across her skin. But she bit down on G's fingers, refusing to give them the satisfaction of her screams.

G laughed again, a harsh sound that filled the room. "You're a fighter, aren't you?" he said, then twisted his fingers in her mouth, making her gag. He withdrew them slowly, a string of saliva connecting them to her lips. Baldy didn't pause, his belt landing again and again, each strike a scorching line of fire across her thighs. Her skin was on fire, her body writhing in the restraints as she tried to escape the relentless assault. Her chest heaved, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to hold back her screams. "Pathetic," Baldy spat, his arm swinging with brutal force. The belt landed across her pussy, the cold metal of the buckle biting into her flesh. She screamed, the sound ripping from her throat as pain and pleasure exploded through her. Her body bucked, her hips lifting, seeking more of the twisted sensation. She was a mess of contradictions, her body betraying her mind's desperate attempts to resist. G watched, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. He reached out, his hand grasping her breast, squeezing hard. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, sending jolts of pain mixed with pleasure straight to her core. She cried out, her body arching into his touch, her hips grinding against the restraints. "Look at her," G murmured, his voice thick with lust. "She's fucking loving this." Baldy grunted, his arm swinging again, the belt landing with a sickening thud across her stomach. She screamed, her body convulsing, her orgasm building despite the pain. Her body was a traitor, her nerves lighting up with each strike, each touch, each cruel word. She was teetering on the edge, her body desperate for release. Her chest heaved, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was covered in sweat, her body glistening under the harsh lights. Her hair was a wild mess, sticking to her face, her eyes wild and desperate. She was a sight of pure, unadulterated lust, her body on full display, her screams of pain and pleasure filling the room. G's hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in cruel, relentless circles. She screamed, her body bucking, her orgasm finally crashing over her. Her vision went white, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, her body writhing against the restraints as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She felt his breathing. She was panting. Her chest heaving. The sweat dripping down her forehead. Her muscles ached. Their fingers on her skin. The sweat running down her back. The leather restraints on her legs. The cold hard leather seat. Her legs were spread out to the max. Her legs were trembling. She felt them squeeze her meat. Her belly was hanging out. She was panting. Her face was burning up. Her mouth was dry. She licked her lips. She could feel her pulse. Her heart was racing. Her mouth was dry. Her legs were shaking. She gritted her teeth. She felt her heart beat. She felt his semen in her mouth. She tasted it. It was hot and sticky. It filled her mouth. It was in her nostrils. It was on her face. She could not breath. It was on her lips. She felt the droplets on her neck. She burst into tears. She started coughing. She felt his fingers on her clit. She screamed. She felt his fingers inside her. She jerked. She felt their hand on her hair. She felt their fingers inside her. She gripped the restraints. She felt their fingers inside her. She felt his fingers inside her. She felt her body convulse. The orgasm was violent, her body shaking, her mind fracturing under the intense pleasure. Her screams filled the room, a symphony of agony and ecstasy as they continued their relentless assault, pushing her to the very edge of her endurance. Her body was theirs to command, her will to resist shattered. She was their plaything, their toy, their instrument of pleasure and pain.

G's fingers plunged deeper, his knuckles brushing against her G-spot, sending electric jolts through her body. She bucked wildly, her hips thrashing against the restraints, but she was held fast, her body splayed open and at their mercy. Baldy tossed the belt aside, his eyes never leaving her writhing form. He unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back, exposing her throat. She panted, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat and tears. He leaned down, his voice a low growl in her ear. "You're going to take every inch of me, you little slut. And you're going to love it." She glared at him, defiance burning in her eyes, but her body betrayed her. She could feel the heat radiating from his cock, the wetness between her legs betraying her arousal. He laughed, a cruel, mocking sound, before shoving his cock into her mouth. She gagged, her body jerking as he hit the back of her throat, but he didn't pause, didn't give her a chance to adjust. He fucked her mouth, hard and fast, his hips slamming against her face. G, meanwhile, didn't stop his assault on her pussy. His fingers plunged in and out, his thumb circling her clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She moaned around Baldy's cock, the sound muffled and desperate. Her body was a mess of conflicting sensations, pain and pleasure intertwining until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Baldy grunted, his grip on her hair tightening as he fucked her mouth harder. She could feel him swelling, his cock pulsing as he neared his release. She braced herself, her body tensing as he erupted, hot cum filling her mouth, coating her tongue. She swallowed, her throat working to keep up with the deluge, but it was too much. Cum dripped down her chin, pooling on her chest, mixing with her sweat. Baldy pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. He stepped back, his chest heaving, a satisfied smirk on his face. G, however, showed no sign of stopping. His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against her clit. She screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her. She could feel her juices gushing, her body shaking with the force of her release. Her head rolled back. She howled at the pain. Her chest heaved. She felt their hands on her. They were all over her. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. She could only feel. Feel the relentless pleasure, the overwhelming pain, the sheer, brutal intensity of it all.