Mary hung from the pull-up bar, sobbing quietly behind her gag. She couldn’t understand why this was happening. Justin had always been the nicest coach, supportive, helpful…handsome. She’d been hoping he’d ask her out for the longest time and thought that maybe he would if she stayed late at the gym until everyone else had gone. Instead the minute the last person had left, and he’d locked up for the night, he’d brutally punched her in the stomach. He’d tied her to the pull up bar while she was still gasping for breath.
“Well, I’m glad we’re together now. You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Justin said as he walked up behind her. He ran his hands across her body, squeezing her tits under her shirt, and cupping the firm globes of her ass. Mary had dreamed of this moment, of feeling his strong hands running across her body, but obviously under very different circumstances. Unfortunately she was too scared to appreciate the irony.

Mallory had been a heavyset girl, tipping the scales at 250 while only standing at 5’6, but she was also the smartest and wittiest girl at her university. That was fine until she reported her classmate for cheating who was also the richest guy at school, Maxwell Slavendale. Maxwell’s dad had to give the university a very generous multimillion dollar grant in order to keep Maxwell from being expelled. That wasn’t enough for Maxwell though, he wanted that tattling cow to suffer… and if she was going to spend the rest of her life as his sex slave, then she might as well look the part.
“MMMRRGGHHHH!” Mallory screamed behind her gag as the cane left another burning welt on her tender ass. “NNRRGGGHHH!”