“Wakey wakey!” Cheryl slapped the unconscious girl back and forth across the face. She didn’t hold back, her palm leaving a matching set of handprints on the girl’s round cheeks.

The girl winced, sluggishly responding to the harsh strikes across her soft face. She’d almost died, and it was a thing of pure luck that she was even waking up.

Not extremely lucky. Waking up in the care of Cheryl was not what many would call lucky. Cheryl was alright with that.

“Wake up, buttercup,” Cheryl lifted the girl’s eyelids, her brown eyes rolling around in their sockets as she strained to focus and adjust to the sudden light.

“There she is. Rise and shine, sweet cheeks.”

“Nnnnn,” the girl moaned, her mouth already stuffed to bursting with her sweaty gym shorts. Cheryl had gotten a surprising amount of the fabric into the unconscious girl’s mouth, but still more than half of the black spandex material spilled forth from her stretched lips.

“Do you remember me?” Cheryl asked, grabbing her face and forcing her to look up at her as the confused girl tried to look around.

“Mmmmm,” she grunted, her eyes suddenly going wide.

“Yeah you do.” Cheryl kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m the one who kidnapped you.”

The girl frantically looked around and started struggling. Cheryl smiled, standing back and watching her latest captive come to terms with her captivity. She wasn’t going anywhere; Cheryl had seen to that, tying the girl tightly to a chair in the cheap motel room she’d rented for the night with the tattered remains of the  rest of her clothes. She looked down, her big brown eyes widening even further when she realized that she was already naked, her soft, doughy body on full display.

“Hmmmph gmmnph!” came her unintelligible cry when she looked back up at Cheryl. The kidnapper was dressed, barely, wearing only a black thong and sports bra.

“I didn’t plan on kidnapping you, sweet cheeks, if that makes you feel any better,” Cheryl told the stunned girl, tousling her hair, the neat ponytail she’d put it in for the gym having come out at some point between the abduction and her relocation. “I was hunting for her.” The predatory woman stepped to the side, gesturing behind her at the third girl in the room, half obscured behind the bed was a musclebound woman, her naked chest heaving as she glared daggers up at Cheryl above a brutally tight duct tape cleavegag. Cheryl smiled as recognition flooded across the girl’s features. “I mean, look at her! Here, let’s get a better look at you.” Cheryl grabbed her by her hair, pulling her across the dirty floor.

“Fnnnff gyyuu!!!” the bodybuilder bellowed, bucking and jerking her body as she was dragged out from behind the bed.

“You’re the one who fell off the bed,” Cheryl responded, giving her hair one last unnecessarily savage yank before letting go, leaving her tightly hogtied body in view of the freshly awakened other captive. “God, what a specimen.” Cheryl took in her nude form, her eyes roving over every inch of muscle flesh, her toned arms and legs flexing as she tested the tape hogtying her. “You should have seen her earlier, struggling like a hellcat. I think she’s saving her strength though; she’s not given up, have you, She Hulk?”

The musclebound maiden continued to shoot pure vitriol with her eyes at Cheryl, her face distorted into a scowl under the tight gag.

“Oh, she’s fun…” Cheryl waxed, gazing up at the water-stained ceiling dreamily, giving the other girl a good view of the rapidly forming bruise on the side of her face. Clearly the woman on the floor had put up a fight. “I just had to have her.” Cheryl suddenly climbed onto the freshly awoken captive’s lap, her bare thighs hot and sweaty against the girl’s cool flesh. “You though, you, sweet cheeks, were an afterthought.”

The girl recoiled, the hard back of the chair keeping her in place. It was coming back to her, being at the gym late at night, after work.

“I mean, I couldn’t just leave you. Hell, I probably saved your life. Her, I had to drug. Not very sporting, I know,” she glanced over her shoulder, the comment garnering an angry grunt from the bound bodybuilder on the floor. “But in a fair fight, she might have torn me in half. But that’s the fun. That’s why we hunt lions and tigers and bears, oh my. But you…” Cheryl grabbed the girl’s stomach, digging her fingers into her soft belly. “You’re just a different species from her and I. And look, I don’t know, maybe you just started going to the gym, and maybe in a few months, you’d have worked off this fat and put on some muscle. Maybe, if there’s enough left of you when I get bored with you, you’ll go back to that gym and be doubly motivated to put the hard yards in, but earlier, when I saw you struggling to get that barbell up off you after I tranqued little miss heavyweight champion over there, I decided to take you too.”

The girl started crying, hot, heavy tears spilling down her stuffed cheeks as she sobbed into her shorts. She remembered it all, the heavy thud as her spotter hit the floor behind her, struggling to get the barbell back up onto the rack, frantically asking what was wrong as she fought to keep the heavy metal rod off her windpipe…

“I didn’t even have to waste another tranquilizer dart on you. Probably a good thing, that dose was calibrated to her, who knows what that much Midazolim would have done to you. See, I studied her. I watched her. I hunted her. I knew how much she weighed, her schedule, where she’d be, where she’d be vulnerable. I disabled the cameras at the gym, and had a strategy. But you, you I didn’t have to do anything for. I took you, well, I took you because it was easy. You knocked yourself out for me, gasping and crying for help like a pathetic little baby while I watched, and I could have just left you like that to die, but I got that barbell off of you— not that heavy, by the way— and I decided to take you too.”

The girl was shaking as powerful sobs wracked her body. She shook her head, bleating into her shorts.

“Hey! Cut that shit out! Quit you’re fucking sniveling!” Cheryl slapped her across the face, making the blows used to rouse her earlier seem like gentle taps by comparison. “You’re fucking alive, you stupid cow! Look at her!” Cheryle slid to the side, grabbing the girl’s face and forcing her to look at the other captive. “Look at her. Imagine how much worse it must be for her, such a strong, powerful woman, to be helpless like that. She’s fallen so, so much farther than you, and do you think she’s shed a single fucking tear?”

The girl looked at the woman on the floor. She didn’t even know her name; she’d only met her shortly before their abduction. She was nice though, giving workout advice to the very obvious gym novice, and happily offering to spot her so she could get a feel for where she was at strength wise. She gave the girl no reason to doubt that their captor was telling the truth. Her eyes were full of hate, but showed no evidence of having shed a single tear, tonight or possibly ever.

“No she didn’t,” Cheryl affirmed, licking her lips hungrily before returning her gaze to the pitiful girl whose lap she was sitting on. “She might, by the time I’m done with her, but it’s going to take a lot, and I mean, a lot to get her there. So don’t you go losing it on me when I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

Three more fat tears ran down the girl’s cheeks, but she managed to get her sobbing under control.

“Atta girl.” Cheryl licked the side of the girl’s face, savoring the salty flavor of her tears. The girl shuddered. “Maybe you’ll earn my respect yet…”

The girl turned her head to look at the ground, trying to avoid eye contact from her kidnapper. She fixated on a stain on the carpet, an imperfection she hoped was not halted to her current host.

Cheryl slid lithely off of the girl’s lap, turning to face her muscular captive methodically testing her bonds on the floor. “You already have my respect, for what it’s worth. Look at those muscles flex and tighten as you struggle. Maybe if you flex hard enough, you could pull free of those straps I put you in.”

The bodybuilder couldn’t help but rise to the obvious challenge, her muscles straining against the tight leather straps, her face contorting against the mouth crushing gag as she tried to grit her teeth with exertion as she fought her bonds. It was of course all for nought, her bonds doing a more than adequate job of keep her helpless on the floor.

“Mmm mmmm,” Cheryl licked her lips, savoring the show. “Look at her go. Not like you. You’re just sitting there, complacent, your soft, helpless body slouching into captivity at the first opportunity. I bought special straps for her, but you, the scraps of clothes I ripped off your unconscious body with my bare hands, they’re doing a fine job of keeping you prisoner. I didn’t even need to secure that gag, you know better than to spit out what mommy puts in your mouth, don’t you,” she teased, poking and prodding the sodden fabric deeper past the quivering girl’s stretched lips. “Imagine how it would feel for her, this powerful lioness of a woman, just barely caged and contained, ready to break free and rip our throats out at the first opportunity, if someone as pathetic as you were to fuck her.”

“Mmm!” The girl’s eyes widened. Cheryl’s voice had lowered to a whisper, a low, sultry tone that still carried just far enough for the struggling bodybuilder to hear.

“Perhaps that how you earn my respect,” Cheryl whispered, sliding back onto the girl’s lap, blocking her view of her fellow captive. “I brought a strap on. I was going to use it myself, and, let’s be honest, I probably still will.” She licked the side of the whimpering captive’s face, lapping up her tears. “She’d hate it if I fucked her. The huntress who brought her down, who drugged her, who bound her. That would bring her low. But if you, my helpless, hapless, doughy little thing, if you took her, if you bent her over and rammed my big, fat strap on up her musclebound snatch, I can’t even begin to imagine what that would do to her. She’d never be the same.”

The girl was hyperventilating, her big, floppy tits bouncing up against the underside of Cheryl’s perky bosom with each jerky breath.

“You’d never be the same either,” she mouthed, her tongue flicking into the terrified girl’s ear.

“Mmmfff!”

“But that’s what a soft little thing like you as doing at the gym, wasn’t it. You wanted to change. To get stronger. To be better. Well now’s your chance.” Cheryl stood up abruptly, grabbing the girl around the throat and forcing her took up into Cheryl’s eyes. “Let’s go.” Cheryl yanked her up bodily. The chair started to come with and then clattered over on the floor as she was dragged to her feet. She hadn’t even been tied to the chair; her wrists just having been bound behind the back of it. Her surprise momentum carried her forward, Cheryl easily guiding her to the bed where she fell on her face into the mattress.

Cheryl flipped her over, grabbing her legs and lifting them into the air. The girl could see just how flimsy her restraints had been as she recognized her shirt, an old, slightly baggy t-shirt she’d chosen specifically because she was too self-conscious to wear anything too tight to the gym. Cheryl didn’t even untie the knot she’d tied in the ripped garment, just tearing through it again, freeing her ankles. “This is gonna be new for you, but don’t you worry, Cheryl will show you how to use it.” She lifted up a huge black dildo, a tangled mess of straps dangling from its base.

The girls kicked her newly freed legs, trying desperately to drive back her kidnapper. Her heel connected with Cheryl’s face, hard, and the sadistic woman’s head snapped back. The girl froze for a moment, her legs cocked back, poised to strike again. When Cheryl tilted her head back down, a single line of blood trickled down from her left nostril. Her tongue darted out from between her lips and licked, smearing a crimson trail across her upper lip. The corners of her mouth curved upward in a grin.

“You’ve got some fight in you. Good.”

The girl kicked again, but this time Cheryl was ready, batting her one leg aside and grabbing her other, forcing her foot through the web of straps. “Be careful. I might accidentally put this on backwards, and my big fat black cock will be going the other way. Unless that’s what you want…”

“MMMMPHHH!” The girl bleated into her shorts, thrashing and falling, the threat of having the huge thing rammed inside her not doing anything to still her struggles. Cheryl cackled gleefully, wrangling her kicking legs into the harness, spanking and groping her ass as she pulled the strap-on into place. She’d gotten the devious device on the right way, but the girl took little solace in that fact as the ribbed base nestled into place over her pussy.

“Doesn’t it make you feel powerful?” Cheryl slapped the dildo. The girl squealed, the wiggling phallus doubling and tripling in her vision as fresh tears well in her eyes. Her squeals turned to muffled wails as Cheryl grabbed her by the boobs, her long nails digging into the soft flesh. The kidnapper pulled, dragging her to her feet, spinning her deftly around and spider-like, Cheryl wrapped her arms around the terrified girl, clutching her close.

“PLLBBTHHH!  NNMMMPFFF!”

“What are you screaming for?” Cheryl whispered in her ear. She grabbed her chin, turning her head down to view the bound bodybuilder. The girl had momentarily forgotten about her fellow captive, so caught up in her own plight. She watched the girl struggle and strain on the floor at her feet, the thick, black dick jutting from her pelvis hanging ominously above her.

“Later, I’ll give you plenty of reasons to scream. But first, it’s your turn to make her scream.”

Cheryl let her go as she knelt to grab her other captive from the floor. The girl should have taken the opportunity to run. Even with her hands bound behind her back, maybe she could have gotten the door open. But she didn’t even try to escape, too enraptured in watching as her captor manhandled the furious bound and gagged muscle chick up off the floor, bending her over the side of the bed. Her muscles flexed and strained under the tight straps, but the restraints held. The woman’s toned ass jerked and jiggled as she bounced on the bed, trying desperately to get back up and fight, but Cheryl kept her down, spanking her mercilessly while she taunted her. “I’ve been watching you for weeks. At the gym, at your job, at your home. I’ve been dying to fuck this juicy, well-toned ass. But I can be patient. I’m gonna let little miss jiggly bits there get you all nice and warmed up for me. I know, I know, you don’t want me to have her sloppy seconds, but I’m gonna let you in a on a little secret, Zena, warrior princess. I love it sloppy.”

The girl was still standing within arm’s reach when Cheryl grabbed her, her fist closing around the dildo and dragging her stumbling forward. Cheryl planted one foot on the bodybuilder’s ass, holding her down while she positioned her other captive, holding her from behind again as she forced her to face the bed and the ass up captive on it. “I know you’re new at this, but I’ll teach you.” Cheryl let go of the dildo, running her hand up the girl’s body, dragging her nails across her soft belly, pausing briefly to pinch her nipple before continuing up to settle around her throat. The girl could feel Cheryl’s pubic hair against her ass in between the tight leather straps holding the strap-on on her. Cheryl moved her, small faltering steps, but steps closer all the same, until she was right behind the struggling weightlifter. The other woman had gotten her bound feet back on the floor and was trying to stand back up, but one well-placed kick from Cheryl knocked her back into place, her pussy just visible between her musclebound thighs and tightly clenched ass.

“She doesn’t want it,” Cheryl whispered, grabbing the dildo, pointing it towards the helpless bodybuilder’s snatch. “She’s not gonna give it up to you. You have to make her take it!” Cheryl shoved, pushing her helpless playing forward, guiding the dildo where it needed to go. It was difficult to tell what was louder: the enraged weightlifter being penetrated or the pathetic girl being forced to rape her. Their chorus of muffled screams was music to Cheryl’s ears as she forced the girl to thrust, over and over again. “Fuck that bitch! Look at her! Listen to her squeal. All that muscle and strength, and you’re making her your bitch.”

The ribbed base of the dildo ground against the girl’s pussy with each thrust, accented by the clap of sweaty thighs smacking against toned buttocks. Cheryl smacked her ass, driving her to thrust faster and harder.

“You better not fucking slow down,” Cheryl warned her with a hiss. With one final stinging slap she backed away, taking a step back to watch as one of her toys fucked the other. She purred, licking her lips and rubbing her soaking wet snatch. “Look at you now.” Cheryl knelt, grabbing the bodybuilder by the hair and forcing her took at her, savoring the frustrated rage in her eyes. “So helpless and weak. Even this flabby little thing is raping you. How pathetic you must feel. It’s like a lioness getting fucked by a tubby house cat. It’s just not right. But you’re not a lioness. No, not anymore. Not now that I’ve got you. You’re gonna be whatever I want you to be. And right now, you’re gonna be my little ass slut.”

In a flash, Cheryl was on her feet again, grabbing the terrified girl still thrusting away and pulling her from the writhing, musclebound woman on the bed. She flipped her onto the bed on her back next to her other squirming victim. “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s daddy’s turn.” Cheryl wrestled the strap-on off of the squirming girl. “You just wriggle that jiggly body of yours around for me and make those pathetic little noises into your gag and watch while I show you how it’s done.” Cheryl stepped into the strap-on, cinching the straps tight with practiced ease. She ran her fingers up the slick dildo before bringing her fingers up to her mouth. “That’s the stuff,” she moaned. “Now pay attention. This is how you break a bitch.”

Cheryl grabbed the clenched butt cheek before her, digging her nails in as she pulled the cheeks apart, exposing the bodybuilder’s puckered sphincter. “What good are all your muscles now?” Cheryl rammed the dildo into the captured woman’s ass, the silicone dick barely lubed from its previous use in her pussy. “All your strength got you where? Right here, getting your ass fucked by me.”  Cheryl rode her like a bucking bronco, the thunderous clap of her palm spanking her ass drowning out her furious bellows as she squealed behind her gag like a stuck pig.

“This is how you break a big bitch like her,” Cheryl told the other squirming captive. The poor girl was too terrified to move, even with her legs unbound, she laid there where Cheryl left her and watched her captor. She’d just wanted to go to the gym to shed a few pounds, her wildest aspirations hadn’t been to be this strong, this powerful, this commanding. She was a joke, a pathetic afterthought this succubus of a woman had taken because it didn’t slow her down enough to make it worth not taking her.