The Redhead Who Dominated Two Men at the Gym

Renata got off the stationary bike with trembling legs, exhausted and yet strangely satisfied after another brutal spinning session. She crossed the room, wiping sweat from her face and neck with the towel. Half an hour before closing time, there was hardly anyone left. Electronic music still pulsed from the speakers with a persistence that echoed off the walls and the empty mats.

At the back she made out two guys pounding away with the dumbbells while chatting to each other. She knew them by sight. They were regulars, the kind who spent hours in front of the mirror admiring the swelling of their own muscles. Despite seeing them so many afternoons, she had never exchanged more than two words with either of them. They gave her the creeps.

The blond one —dyed, obviously— was the more attractive of the two, but there was something slimy in his gaze, something like a coiled viper. His friend was shorter and more compact, with a bull’s back and no neck to speak of. Two animals, Renata thought every time she saw them lurking about.

Before going into the changing room she felt their eyes drilling into her body, barely covered by cycling shorts and a sports top that the sweat had turned into a second skin. Male stares didn’t bother her; at twenty-nine she was more than used to them. What bothered her was that particular kind of look, hungry and contemptuous at the same time, as if they had already decided something about her.

She shook her head and pushed the thought away. She felt too good to let two strangers spoil the end of her day.

The changing room was as empty as the rest of the gym. She stripped off her damp clothes and trainers and, naked, walked toward the showers with her wash bag and towel in hand. She turned on the tap and let the scalding stream wash the sticky feeling and the accumulated fatigue out of her muscles.

She soaped herself slowly. The massage over her tight arms and shoulders turned, almost without her noticing, into something more sensual. Her fingers traced her flat stomach, her hips, the firm curve of her ass. A warm vibration stirred between her legs. She closed her eyes and allowed herself, for a couple of minutes, to lose herself under the boiling water, until a shiver of pleasure ran down her back and left her limp and satisfied.

She turned off the tap, filled with a sweet sense of well-being. She crossed the shower area drying herself, with nothing but the drip of a few pipes and the muffled echo of music for company. When she went back into the changing room she stopped in front of the full-length mirror bolted to the wall.

A few drops ran down her very pale skin, speckled with freckles like tiny constellations. She admired her athletic body, her narrow waist, her long legs defined by years of training. She smiled, remembering that at school they had called her “the broom handle,” a gangly, bony girl with glasses and a wild mop of impossible red hair. Look at me now, she thought. Her friends had renamed her “the Redhead,” affectionately, and with a touch of envy.

The smile froze on her face when, in the reflection, she discovered a presence behind her.

Still and silent, one of the two guys was watching her with a sickly glint in his pupils. It was the blond one, the viper. His hand was inside his shorts and he was masturbating shamelessly. Renata spun around and shouted at him, struggling to keep the fear rising in her throat from betraying her voice.

—What the hell are you doing here?!

They didn’t give her time to say anything else. The other one, the bull-necked one, appeared from the side and lunged at her. He held her around the torso with an iron arm that immobilized her movements, while his other hand covered her mouth. She felt the hard bulge of the man pressed against her ass. She struggled, but the more she resisted, the tighter the hold became. It was obvious the filthy bastard was enjoying it.

—Well, well —said the viper, stepping closer with a smile that was an insult in itself—. The redhead has some spirit, huh?

He took his cock out of his shorts and showed it to her as if it were a trophy, perhaps expecting her to admire it.

—You walk around here half naked every day, showing everything off, knowing the effect you have. And now you’re acting coy?

—We’re going to show you what a real man is, cocktease —added the bull-neck, tightening his grip even more.

The viper grabbed her hips and rubbed his cock against her cunt, blindly searching for the entrance. From behind, the other shoved his member between her buttocks.

—Don’t play innocent —panted the viper—. You’re dying for it. You want us to give you what’s coming, don’t you, slut?

—If you keep resisting it’ll be worse. Better just accept it and enjoy it —the other whispered in her ear.

Both laughed, excited precisely by her struggle. And then, all of a sudden, Renata stopped resisting. She relaxed her body, parted her thighs without being forced, as if she had decided to surrender. They were surprised for a moment, but they celebrated it immediately.

—See? —said the viper, letting his guard down—. It wasn’t that hard. I knew you wanted it. Get ready, we’re going to use you everywhere.

—Yes —she murmured, hoarse—. Do it. Do it already.

They looked at each other with complicity, confident, convinced they had a compliant prey. The bull-necked one eased the pressure on her body, eager to position himself. It was the only mistake Renata needed.

She bent her legs and, with all the force built up over years of squats and spinning, lifted her right knee and drove it between the viper’s legs. The man was left breathless, literally paralyzed. The burst of pain ran from his groin to the nape of his neck like an electric shock. A tear welled in his eye and rolled down his cheek before he could get a word out.

—What the fuck?! —the bull-necked one managed to say, stunned.

Renata took advantage of his stupefaction. She swung her body looking for the angle, raised her leg back and planted her heel right in his groin. A muffled sound came from the man’s throat. His legs gave way and he collapsed very slowly, almost in slow motion, until he was lying on the floor, both hands between his thighs and his eyes rolled back.

***

She turned to the viper, who was starting to recover and, pushing through the pain, was advancing toward her again. His erection had disappeared completely.

—You fucking bitch! I’m going to break you!

He didn’t have time to carry out the threat. With a speed even she hadn’t expected, Renata pushed off with her left leg and hurled the right one forward, as if taking a penalty kick, slamming it squarely into his groin. Her legs, forged through a thousand sessions, had the power of a jackhammer. The viper let out a long, hoarse, torn groan, like a wounded animal. His face contorted in a grimace of absolute pain and he dropped to his knees before her, as if bowing before a deity.

And then something changed inside Renata.

The fear and adrenaline that had made her tremble evaporated at once, replaced by a strange, absolute calm. She saw herself standing there, naked and serene, dominating those two humiliated little men, kneeling. She felt powerful like never before. A warm current rose from her belly and, to her own surprise, she realized she was wet, aroused, burning with a desire she didn’t recognize.

Her hand moved between her legs almost without thinking. It was as if a force coming from very deep inside, from her darkest desires, guided her fingers. She stroked herself slowly, without taking her eyes off the kneeling man, and an electric pleasure ran up her spine.

The viper was watching her with his eyes wide, one hand still protecting his crushed groin and the other, against all expectations, masturbating again. Seeing her touch herself drove him crazy.

—Pig —Renata said, never stopping stroking herself—. You’re a pig.

She crouched and, with her free hand, grabbed his balls.

—You like this? —she asked, squeezing with calculated cruelty that drew a twisted expression from the man.

The other man’s pain fueled her own like gasoline on a fire. She was fascinated by the feel of that fragile flesh between her fingers, by squeezing it, by sensing how helpless the guy was who, minutes earlier, had thought himself in control. She rubbed her clit with a frenzy she had never reached alone or with any lover.

—Open your mouth —she ordered, surprised by her own voice—. I want you to watch me come, pig.

The viper obeyed. He lifted his face, submissive, while Renata thrust her hips forward. The orgasm hit her in long, deep waves, more intense than any she had ever had in her life, and as she shuddered she kept cruelly squeezing the man’s balls, fusing her pleasure and his humiliation into one knot. The viper, against all logic, came at the same time, with a groan in which pleasure and pain were no longer distinguishable.

—Disgusting —she spat, panting, fascinated and repulsed in equal measure.

She finally let go, and, relentless, while the man rode out the last spasms, she swung her body and drove the top of her foot into him one final time. The pain was so brutal that the viper collapsed onto his side, half unconscious, curled up on the floor.

A groan behind her reminded her of the other one. The bull-necked man was still lying there, staring at her and masturbating, his eyes glassy with someone who has just witnessed something beyond him. He kept mumbling “god, god, god” as he came over his own stomach.

—You’re just as much of a pig as your friend —Renata told him.

And without giving him any respite she kicked him between the legs, and again, and again, until he was huddled on the tiles, drooling and clutching himself with both hands.

With astonishing calm, she got dressed, put her things in her backpack, and left the changing room without looking back. At reception she said goodbye with a smile to the girl closing up the place.

***

Over the following days neither of the two showed up at the gym again. Renata imagined they would be at home using up their ice supplies, and she couldn’t help laughing every time she thought about it. What made her lick her lips most of all was imagining the humiliation: two macho men defeated by the woman they had intended to turn into their victim. She didn’t tell anyone a thing.

The atmosphere at the gym improved without them prowling around. She and the other women could train in peace, without watching their backs. And yet…

She couldn’t get what she had felt that night out of her head. Every time she remembered it, a violent desire seized her. She masturbated more than ever, always with the same scene in her mind: the feeling of power, the two men on their knees, the fragility of that flesh between her fingers. Crushing, dominating, punishing. Nothing excited her more.

Going through it again became an obsession. She needed that release, that vertigo, to reach an orgasm like that once more. But where could she find a man willing to give himself up like that? She started snooping around online, in forums and fetish sites she had never imagined visiting. Would she dare contact a stranger who shared her desire?

Then the message arrived. She didn’t know how the viper had gotten her number, and the curious thing was that it worried her far less than it should have. She opened the chat and read the short, submissive text:

“Forgive me. Can I come back to the gym? I’d like to repeat what we did.”

Renata smiled at the screen, slowly, feeling once again that familiar heat between her legs. For the first time she knew, with absolute clarity, exactly what she wanted. And she knew that this time she would be the one making the rules.