6 comments/ 125634 views/ 21 favorites Swimmer Taken Ch. 01 By: Elisabeth_Pace The best part of it was, she had a routine. He never would have been able to get her if she hadn't been so damn predictable. Sure, she was hot -- long, lean body from her daily workouts, thick dark hair that he had never glimpsed out of its braid, beautiful firm tits. But he wasn't about to go for her in a gym full of old ladies getting their daily workout or soccer moms bringing their kids to practice. She always avoided the crowds though. She'd show up promptly at 7:30 pm, flash a smile at the clerk manning the front counter, and head downstairs to the locker room. Within 10 minutes she'd be at the pool in her suit, her curves straining at the clinging fabric. She would do an hour of laps, rarely pausing, and get out just as the gym began its usual closing announcements. By 9 pm she was striding with her long legs toward her car. He was always there to watch her. She'd rejected him, that was why it was her fault he had to get her. He'd attempted to start several conversations with her during her swim, when he had managed to get the lane next to her. She was unfailingly polite and always exchanged a few words with him. She was also obviously uninterested. He still hadn't managed to get her name. God damn it, he just wanted to peel away that swimsuit, put his hands on her, to hear her scream and moan as he pumped into her. It was hard to swim next to her every night with the blood pounding in his ears and an erection in his shorts, her gliding by obviously so unaware of him. It was time for that to change. It had been snowing that night, a mean, hard ice that clung to the trees and the streets. Only a few diehards were at the gym now, he noted, and wondered if she would be there. Then there she was, striding across the pool deck, nodding to the lifeguard before slipping into the water. He lost the rhythm of his swim and came up choking on water. It didn't matter though. Tonight was the night. He got out a few minutes before she would, nodding casually to the lifeguard as he walked by, and headed to the locker room. After making a fast stop at his locker he ducked into the women's room. Fortunately for him it was set up the same as the men's, and it was easy to tell there was nobody in there. He positioned himself on a bench in one of the shower stalls, praying he picked a close one. He heard her come in a few minutes later and start the shower a couple of places down from his. She was humming. ... She positioned herself under the spray, braced her hands on either side of the shower controls, and closed her eyes, allowing the spray to beat on her neck and run down her back. She sighed then and reached back to pull the elastic from her hair, working a hand through it until the braid had come loose and the wet curls tumbled free. It had been nice tonight, she thought, swimming with hardly anyone else in the pool. Maybe she'd go home and treat herself to a glass of wine with dinner. She heard motion behind her, but wasn't fast enough to turn before strong hands closed over hers. A large body pressed against her back and pushed her against the wall. Air rushed out of her lungs as she was crushed against the shower controls and she gasped as she fought. It was no competition though; he simply bracketed her wrists with one of his big hands and kept her against the wall with his body weight. She only stopped when she felt something slim and hard pressing against her ribs. The knife would find the swimsuit a paltry defense and slice into her without a problem. She sagged against the wall then, chest heaving, her wrists still held above her head, and concentrated on regaining her lost air. He was still against her, panting into her ear, and she could feel his erection grinding into her bottom through the thin material of the suit. A distant part of her refused to acknowledge what was going to happen; the rest of her screamed for her to free herself. She felt the knife ease away from her ribs, and he shifted her hands and pushed her until she was back under the warm spray of the water again. In a gross parody of what had minutes before been a relaxing pose, he spread her hands on either side of the shower controls so that the water once again hit the back of her neck. This time she barely felt it. "Keep them there unless you want to get cut." His voice was deep and harsh, and when he released her wrists she trembled but didn't move. She felt him move back away from her, and then his hands were on her hips, pulling them back towards him. He pushed a knee between her legs and forced her to spread them. The water flowed down her back, running into her ass and down her legs. She restrained a sob and closed her eyes when she felt the knife against her again. It sliced through her suit with a couple of quick rips, and she shuddered as she felt the flat blade run across her ass and cut off the strip that covered her cunt. The suit flopped with a wet sound to the floor of the shower and she cried out as his body quickly covered her naked one. He was panting fast now, and his hands came up around her ribcage and squeezed her breasts, pinching the nipples mercilessly. She bucked against him, helpless to free herself, pushing back only to feel his erection against her bare ass now. He moaned and, keeping one hand on her breast, pushed the other one between her legs. He spread her legs wide with his, letting the water run down her belly and onto her clit. Letting go of her breast, he pushed on her back, forcing her to bend further over, and pulled her hips up and back, showing her little shaved pussy open to him, gleaming with damp. "Put your hands on the railing there. Now!" She obeyed with a sob, and he put his hand back down, letting his fingers graze against her clit and then pushing one deep into her. She moaned as he withdrew and then pushed two fingers in, working them in and out until he was sure the dampness he felt was hers and not the hot water still streaming around them. His cock felt as through it was about to burst. "I'm going to fuck you, bitch." He panted as he positioned himself behind her and grabbed her hips. "Fuck you hard and fast until you scream." He used one hand to guide his cock to her cunt hole and then thrust hard and deep into her. He felt her buck forward as she screamed and struggled, begged him not to fuck her. He laughed low in his throat. "Too late now bitch." As he pushed into her he pulled her hips back towards him, forcing her to cooperate. She was tight, so tight, and as he slammed into her he felt her cunt muscles squeeze him. "Yeah, oh yeah, good bitch, squeeze me, squeeze me hard, you like that bitch, you like it don't you?" He panted and ground himself into her like a wild thing. As she moaned he forced himself to slow his pace, pushing his cock into her and easing out, and then leaned forward and grabbed one of her breasts. She moaned again as he pinched her nipple, working it hard, and he felt her squeeze his cock hard with her cunt. His wavering control broke, and he released her breast and slammed into her, hands grinding into her hips, thrusting hard and fast, unable to control his actions. He barely heard her whimpers, didn't feel the water coming down on them, just heard the slap of his skin against hers and the feel of his cock in her hot wet cunt. Just as he was about to cum he felt her body tense and shake, heard her scream of release, felt her cunt tighten and release in waves of orgasm. He threw his head back and ground his cock into her one last time, unloading his juice into her with a few hard thrusts. As he slipped his cock from her she moaned and trembled. Her knees buckled and then she was kneeling on the hard floor, her hands still on the railing above her, the water still cascading down over her skin. She felt weak and used up, as if her muscles wouldn't support her if she tried to stand. "Hello! Anybody still in here? Gym's closing!" A cheerful male voice echoed from the other side of the door to the showers seconds before it was pushed open. Their lifeguard stood on the other side of the door, jaw dropping as he saw her on the floor naked and his friend Rob standing over her, also naked. "Rob, man, what the fuck?" She moaned at his voice and her butt dropped limply to the tiled floor as she curled up against the wall. "Hey Tony." Rob calmly bent down and picked the knife up off the floor. "She's a great fuck, just like we thought she would be. Why don't you have a go?" He strode out of the shower stall and flashed a grin at Tony as he walked by. "She's all ready for you." * Want another chapter? Vote and tell me what you think! Swimmer Taken Ch. 02 Tony looked at the scene before him and swallowed hard. She was there, Fantasy Girl, the one he'd watched and jerked off to constantly over the last year. He could remember the way she stood at the side of the pool, ready to dive, her hands stretched above her head, the way the fabric pulled against the lines of her cunt, her damp breasts pushing against the fabric...he would go home rock hard and cum in an explosive release every night. When his friend Rob pointed her out to him one day and told him that they were going to have sex, Tony shrugged and laughed it off. He knew she had blown Rob off. Now she was huddled before him in the shower, arms wrapped around her knees, wet hair dripping over her face. She was naked and wet and defenseless, having just been fucked by his best friend. She could be his, if he wanted her. Damn, he couldn't do it. "C'mon, come over here honey." He said it gently, reaching over her to turn off the shower and then down to pull her to her feet. She obeyed mechanically, wrapping the towel he handed her around her body and stepping out of the shower. He led her towards the lockers, hoping somehow to snap her out of the haze she seemed to have pulled herself into. He sat her down on a bench and took both of her hands, trying to get her to meet his eyes. "What's your name?" He said it casually. It seemed an inane question to ask, but what else was he supposed to say? There was a long pause. "Amy." She whispered it. "I've seen you around the gym quite a bit. I'm Tony. The lifeguard?" He had hoped for a spark of recognition. Instead she raised her head, locked eyes with him and seemed to return to herself a bit more. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again. Her hands pulled away from his as her eyes went wide and frightened. "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Rob's low voice came from behind him, slightly disgusted and full of derision. "I told you to fuck her, not make friends." Amy started backwards on the bench as Rob took a step towards her. Tony stood up and turned to face him. "I'm not going to fuck her like this, for God's sake. Get out of here and I'll deal with her." He glanced back at her. "I won't let him hurt you." Rob sneered. "I wouldn't be so sure about that, honey." In a quick move, Rob shoved Tony aside and jerked Amy to her feet, grabbing her wrists with one hand and pulling her arms over her head. She whimpered and closed her eyes as her towel fell away and exposed her body. Rob turned her towards Tony, the sneer still in place. "Just take a look at her and tell me you don't want to fuck her." Tony drank in the sight. Darkly tanned skin, arms lean and long from her nightly swims, chest rounded into her full breasts. Her trim waist flared smoothly at the hips as her curves melted down into strong, muscular thighs. Her dark hair, normally bound up when Tony saw her, now spilled down her back in a tangled mass of wet locks. Rob used his free hand to grab her breast. He squeezed her nipple roughly as she moaned, his eyes locked on Tony's face, gauging the need he saw there. Tony watched as Rob's hand traveled down her flat belly and dipped into her cunt. "She shaves...everything. See?" Rob said it in a taunting voice. "Makes her swim faster, doesn't it, honey? Spread your legs so that he can see for himself." Amy arched against him as Rob's hand moved up and down against her, rubbing her clit, spreading her moisture along her thighs. The hot desire rose in her despite herself, and Amy groaned and ground herself back against him. Rob laughed harshly in her ear. "Sorry, honey, I'm not ready to go again quite yet. I'm sure somebody here would be willing to help you out though." Rob released her arms and shoved her towards Tony so that she landed against him. Her arms grabbed his to save her from falling. Amy was panting now, wild and hot, and her body pulsed heat through his thin shirt and shorts. She raised her head and met Tony's eyes. There she saw the need flash into fire. Tony took two fast steps forward, driving her backwards until the back of her knees hit the gym bench behind her and buckled. He pushed her back along the length of the bench. "No. No!" Panicked now by the wild look in his eyes, Amy struggled as Tony lay down against her. She felt strong arms grab hers and hold them above her head again, forcing her back against the bench. She craned her head back to see Rob's derisive grin. "Not going anywhere." Rob said to her. "Go, Tony." Tony reared back to shed his shirt and shorts, then grabbed at her legs as she kicked at him. He pried her legs apart until her knees straddled either side of the bench and her feet were planted on the floor. Tony used his body weight to press her hips down, muting her struggles, and bit at her neck. He tasted chlorine and sweat and grinned. Just as he thought she would taste. Tony slid down slightly and took her breast in his mouth. He tasted it again, her taste, the chlorine and water mixing with her sweat for a flavor uniquely hers. He suckled her hard until she cried out and writhed against him. Her hips ground upwards and he felt her heat against his cock. Tony took her other breast in his hand and marveled at how firm and yet how soft it could be. He moved down further, trailing his tongue down her waist, lapping at her belly button, savoring her flavor. Then he paused and looked up. Amy was panting now, moaning, still struggling, but not to be released. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her hair falling over the edge of the bench, the color riding high on her cheeks, her nipples taut and hard. Rob was sitting above her with her wrists locked in his on the bench in front of him. He looked like he was enjoying the sight as much as Tony was. Tony looked down again. Her knees were locked tight on either side of the bench, her cunt spread wide to his eyes. As he ran his hands across her hips she pushed them up towards him. Her cunt was shaved, the naked skin only slightly less tanned then the rest of her. Tony spread her cunt lips apart and nipped at the exposed flesh. She screamed in pleasure as he lapped at her flesh, nibbling, sucking, tasting her and reveling in her heat. Tony pushed his fingers inside her and felt warmth and her wetness. She pushed her hips up against his face and turned her head from side to side, crying out in pleasure. "Fuck this." Rob muttered and released Amy's hands, which instantly went to Tony's head, grabbing at his hair and grinding his face into her. Rob pulled down his pants and took out his hard cock, straddling the bench above Amy's face and grabbing either side of her head. "Suck me and put that mouth to good use." He ordered. "You bite me and I'll facefuck you instead of letting you blow me. You got it?" He gave her head a little shake. She swallowed back fear, blinked, and then opened her mouth to him. His first thrust inside her mouth made her gag, but soon she adjusted to his size and was able to take as much of him inside her as possible. She used one of her free hands to work his cock as her mouth slid up and down him. Tony looked up as her moans became muffled and saw Amy using her tongue on Rob's cock. He wasn't prepared for the bolt of jealousy that ran through him at the sight. He put a hand on each of her knees and pushed them apart even wider, running his hard cock up her smooth thigh until he was pushed against her heat. Amy paused as she felt Tony against her and then gagged as Rob grabbed either side of her face pushed his cock full inside her mouth unexpectedly. Tony pulled each of her knees up over his hips and thrust into her hard, making her cry out, the sound muffled by Rob's cock. The men moaned in unison as they withdrew and then thrust back inside her. Amy trembled at the waterfall of feelings coursing through her, unable to sort out one from the mass. Tony was bigger than Rob had been, making her feel deep aches from her previous fucking as well as new ones from where his cock was battering her. She was wet, though, so wet and hot, and he fucked her slowly, hitting each spot inside of her as if he knew how to make her cum as quickly as possible. Amy had never felt so out of control before, so helpless, and part of her reveled in the feeling of being so spread open to whomever wanted her. In some strange way she was more in control for being out of control, and these men would lose control because of her. Amy squeezed Tony's cock hard with her cunt the next time he thrust into her, making him groan and push hard, deep and fast, before withdrawing again. She sucked Rob harder, working her hand up and down his length, his cock wet now from her mouth and slippery. He groaned and panted. "I'm coming now, bitch, I'm coming." Amy laid her head back as Rob took his cock in his hand and jerked cum over her face. She closed her eyes as she felt Tony groan and thrust inside of her hard, one last time. As Amy felt him empty into her, her body tensed as well, and she shuddered hard as the waves of a climax worked against Tony's cock. Some time later she managed to open her eyes. Tony still sat on the bench, his back resting against a locker and his arms crossed over her legs, which were in his lap. He looked puzzled and frustrated and angry. Rob was nowhere in sight. He looked over at her movement and his hands moved up and down her calves in a reassuring gesture. "Hey baby." Tony said it hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure of the response he would get. He looked down at her legs again, and his hands moving over them. "I'm not sure what to say." He let the silence spin out. Finally he said, "If you want to call the cops...well, what we did wasn't right. Just...go easy on me, all right? I didn't want it to go this way. I had no idea what he planned." Tony jerked a shoulder in the direction of the exit, where Rob presumably went, but turned pleading eyes towards her. "Believe me when I say I didn't want it to go down that way. I just...couldn't help myself." Amy sat up on her elbows and stared at him a moment, then looked down at the hands on her legs. "Take me home, would you?" She said it in a whisper, so at first he thought he misheard her. "Take me home and stay with me tonight." That time she said it louder. Amy looked up at him, and Tony thought he saw a fire kindle in her eyes. "I wanted you to come home with me tonight anyway." Relief flooded through him, and he dropped a kiss to her knee before looking back up at her. They would work this out. Then he frowned. "What about Rob?" He asked. Her small smile turned into a wicked grin at that. "Leave Rob to me. I need time to plan for him. He'll get what he deserves."