The Obedience Coach ((LitShark & monique_minx))

[monique_minx]

Alanna moved into the horizontal stretch Niko desired, slowly and under his watchful gaze. She felt no pain, her muscles were rubbery and compliant and she made the splits with ease. She watched his eyes in the mirror the whole time, took in the pose with his cock still balls deep inside of her taut, lithe body. She gasped softly as she took in the scene. It was nothing like the porn she had watched with her friends or in private, those stars could not pull off such positions. Indeed, Alanna saw that Niko was likely one of few men who had ever or would ever experience their sexual partner in this way because only gymnasts and contortionists would be able to accomplish such positions.

Alanna grunted her acknowledgement of his speech but she didn’t cum, her pussy gushed with desire but it wasn’t ready for another orgasm yet. She was adjusting to the position well and wanted Niko to fuck her harder, she had no need to say so as he was already increasing his pace. Alanna felt his hand move up her body and grip her throat, she held her breath as he pulled her back against his chest. She moaned softly with all of the unfulfilled desire within her. She felt closer to Niko in that moment than she ever had with anyone in her life.

She held his eyes in that mirror as though only he mattered, only he existed. His finger slipped into her mouth and her eyes fell to half lids, she sucked on his finger gently and instinctively. She moaned and gasped as he thrust into her harder than ever and her cunt clamped down like a trap upon him, she did not want to let that feeling go.

“I’m going to make you into a champion. Like no other gymnast who has come before you. You’re going to be immortal, Alanna. No one will ever forget your name.”

Alanna listened as though there was no other sound in the world. His promises and his words meant more to her than anything but his thrusts had her screaming a cacophony at the top of her lungs and before she knew it, her climax overwhelmed her like a crushing tidal wave of ecstasy.

“Hah—hah—hah—I’m cumming, I’m going to cum inside your pussy, Alanna. Thank me, thank me for the honor of receiving my champion-making cum deep inside your pussy!”

If it sounded ridiculous, Alanna didn’t notice. She screamed her pleasure and obeyed him, “Thank you Sir! Uhhhhh! Unghhhh! Thank you for fucking mmmmmmeeeeee!” She finished in a high pitch, gasping against his chest in heaving breaths as he murmured something encouraging to her.

She whimpered her assent, unable to form the words to tell him she had cum or that she was grateful. Her sweat soaked body glistened in the mirror and she reached back to touch him gently about the ribs, her body contorted tightly as she maintained the horizontal split still impaled on his cock. Her exhaustion was quite obvious but she kept his gaze in that mirror until she finally passed out and slumped against him.

 

[LitShark]

Niko sighed into Alanna’s hair as she collapsed against him with his cock still buried inside of her. He cradled her delicately as he set her limp body down onto the massage table and let his thick cock slip out of her, followed by a steady flow of his thick, white cum dribbling out of her still clenching pussy. He set her down gently, taking care to be sure that her weight was evenly distributed and she was resting comfortably. With the same amount of care, he rolled her over onto her back and lifted her leg to her midsection, leaning into her body until a half-dozen cracks and pops issued from the base of her spine. Niko continued with her chiropractic alignment of her spine and neck until he felt satisfied that each vertebrae was exactly where it belonged. He then scooped her still naked body up from the table and carried her in his arms upstairs to her room.

When he reached her room, Niko was careful to angle Alanna’s body as they passed through the doorway to avoid any jarring contact that might wake her. He set her on the bed gently, letting her lie there on top of the covers while he turned his attention to what looked like an oversized sleeping bag or an undersized tent. With the flick of a switch and turning a few levers, the cylindrical bag quickly inflated, revealing writing on the side in several languages, the English reading: HYPERBARIC RECOVERY CHAMBER.

Next, Niko hung a bag of saline fluid from a metal hook on the wall directly above where the hyperbaric chamber was calmly humming away. With the same level of care as he’d done everything else, Niko used an alcohol swab to clean the back of her hand before sliding an IV syringe into the vein. He used a strip of clear medical tape to stabilize the syringe in place. He then slid a plastic toggle down to open the flow of saline fluid into her circulatory system. Finally, Niko unzipped the chamber, letting a whoosh of hyper-oxyginated air come flooding out before he lowered Alanna into the opening and then zipped the bag closed again, letting it re-inflate quickly after rehanging the bag of fluids inside the chamber.

With Alanna suitably tucked in for the night, Niko opened her suitcase to begin unpacking her things. Her leotards he carefully folded and set out in drawers, her toiletries arranged neatly in the small bathroom that joined her room and the rest—jeans, tops, bras, panties and t-shirts, he packed back into her suitcase and carried them back downstairs with him. She wouldn’t need any of those things while she was here—not now that she’d taken to the training in earnest.

After locking up Alanna’s things in his office, Niko unplugged one of the two treadmills that faced the floor-to-ceiling window and rolled it across the gym floor to the wood-paneled sauna at the far end of the gym floor. He plugged the treadmill into an outlet, mounted into the floor of the sauna and then turned the central heating structure up to 115* Celsius.

With his duties finally finished, Niko poured himself a glass of Scotch and retired to his bedroom on the floor below the gym structure. He knew that tomorrow would be a long day, and he would need all the energy he could muster to introduce Alanna to the most rigorous phases of her training.

*-*-*

The next morning, Niko was up before the sun again, brewing a fresh pot of French roast for himself while mixing together a breakfast shake for Alanna. A cup of unflavored Greek Yogurt, three leaves of raw kale, a half cup of spinach, a tablespoon of peanut butter, Vitamin supplements A, B, B2, B3, B5, B6, B12 C, D, E and K. An iron tablet went in next, Zinc, Calcium, followed by a whole banana, a half cup of protein powder and the “Plan B” morning after pill. Lastly, Niko butchered the first side of the salmon and removed its skin, removing the scales with the dull side of his knife and dropping the whole strip of skin into the blender. He hit the puree button and blended the mixture into a smooth, green paste, adding whole milk periodically to make sure that the mixture remained liquid as it blended.

When the shake was smooth and uniform, Niko poured it into a plastic sports bottle with a locking cap and made his way into Alanna’s room.

Niko took a moment to look in at her, sleeping soundly through the clear panel of plastic that served as a window into the inflated hyperbaric chamber. She looked so beautiful, innocent and peaceful, resting there as she was—it was a shame to wake her, but he had a duty to the girl which was greater than the pleasure he could derive from her body. The instant that the clock struck six, the automated lighting system triggered and the room lit up in bright white light and Niko unzipped the Hyperbaric Chamber, letting out the oxygenated air once more with a whoosh.

“I hope you slept well,” Niko remarked passively as he removed the IV from her hand, “you have a big day today. Drink this and put the latex body suit back on. Don’t bother yet with a shower, it’s time for your morning sweat.”

The thermos with her breakfast and the latex “slut suit” were both left on Alanna’s bed, while Niko switched off the hyperbaric chamber and made his way back downstairs to wait for her at the door to the sauna, which by now was at temperature and ready to receive.

“Hurry up, now! We’ve got lots to get done today. Don’t be gingerly with that drink either. I expect you to finish it all.” Niko’s voice was devoid of any of the tender kindness that he’d spoken with the night before.

 

[monique_minx]

When the lights came on inside the room, Alanna woke with a start and inhaled sharply as she tried to get her bearings. She’d slept a dead sleep all night long. She flinched as Niko removed the IV and she stared at her hand as though she was trying to remember needing the IV or having it inserted. She took the drink passively and sat up as Niko left the room. Alanna was groggy and disoriented, she looked around but couldn’t remember getting into bed or seeing the Hyperbaric chamber before now.

Alanna’s thoughts drifted to the previous day’s activities as she got up and started drinking the smoothie, grimacing in disgust at the taste, “These things never taste good.” She muttered to herself as she touched the slut suit thoughtfully.

She remembered going for the hike wearing the suit and winced as her hand ran over her bottom, it was still quite bruised following the fall she had taken on the ice. Alanna finally realized fully consciously that she was also naked, her face went a ghostly shade of white as she hurried to put the suit on to cover herself. Had Niko seen her naked? He must have…

Memories from the night before hit her like a flood as she zipped the suit up and Alanna drank the rest of the smoothie quickly while she started panicking.

“Oh my god. He is gonna throw me out! I behaved like a complete slut. What was I thinking?! I would never do things like that! I’m here five minutes and lose all control of my senses!” She scolded herself quietly and tied her hair back into a ponytail swiftly.

She splashed water on her face and rubbed her eyes before taking the empty thermos downstairs with her. Alanna placed it aside on a small table as she approached Niko.

“I…uh…I drank all of it. Thank you C-Coach.” She told him while her cheeks turned a hot shade of red, “Listen, I…I don’t know what came over me yesterday, I am really sorry for my…uh…. for my…. behaviour. I really do want to be here and I am taking this very seriously. I don’t –. “ She cleared her throat, “I don’t…do things like that…. ever.”

Alanna wrung her hands anxiously while feeling a great sense of shame, guilt and concern for her actions. She did not want Niko to throw her out now but she thought it odd that he did not seem to be considering it either. She looked around and realized that he still seemed to want to set up her next workout and didn’t actually have her bags packed and ready to go.

“You’re not going to throw me out…are you?” She asked him nervously.

 

[LitShark]

Niko smiled at Alanna’s nervousness as she descended the stairs into the gym, looking worried and remorseful. She came to him nervously and full of apologies, worried that her behavior would be intolerable to him—an expectation likely driven into her by previous coaches who sought to apply their own moral hang-ups to the training process, or to insulate themselves from the potential litigation from over-protective parents. As she began to plead with him not to throw her out, Niko gently took hold of her hands that she was wringing nervously and leaned forward to kiss her tenderly. His lips caressed hers slowly and little by little he allowed the kiss to deepen, his tongue gently creeping forward to reassure her more deeply.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Alanna,” Niko said tenderly, raising her hands to his chest as he began tucking her ponytail into the latex hood at the back of her bodysuit, “what happened last night was in fact part of your training. Furthermore, what happened was at my urging and if I might say, you took to that part of your training better than almost any of my previous students.”

He looked like a father preparing his young daughter to walk through a snowstorm as he tucked each strand of her long blonde hair under the latex hood, being very careful not to get any of the fine hairs caught. When he was done, he tugged the zipper at the front of her latex suit one last time to ensure that she was fully wrapped in the smooth, insulating material.

“You did so well, in fact that I’m going to let you off easy for your warmup this morning. I only need three-quarters of a liter of sweat from you. Then we can get started on the equipment a little early.”

With that, Niko moved over to the heavy sauna door and pulled it open, inviting Alanna to follow him inside. Without waiting for her, he began adjusting the incline on the treadmill to a steeper grade. Once she joined him in the sauna, Niko unzipped his athletic jacket and hung it by the door, followed closely by his shirt. His chest was already glistening with sweat as he closed the door behind them both.

“You’ve been taught that your sexuality is something shameful—an unnatural proclivity that you must hide and constantly keep repressed. I do not share this belief and it’s for this reason that I do not train children. I train young women to not only become pinnacle athletes, but also sexually liberated young women. It’s my belief that training young women solely as gymnasts leaves their education incomplete. It’s not something that the establishment would ever admit, but sexuality is a vital component of gymnastic performance.”

When Alanna took her place on the treadmill, Niko attached a pair of very long plastic tubes to the spigots that were attached to each ankle of her latex bodysuit. He allowed her to set her own pace, but was careful to keep the tubes away from her legs as she moved.

“We’ll stay in here until you can produce the requisite amount of sweat. You can begin as soon as you’re ready.”

Niko opened a panel in the wall where the long tubes culminated to reveal a glass beaker marked with measurements in liters.

 

[monique_minx]

Alanna was so surprised by Niko’s gentle hands and more surprised by his kiss that she allowed it and hoped that it was a sign of forgiveness. His probing tongue was even more shocking and Alanna kissed him back on some kind of autopilot. When he broke the kiss, she could feel the blood pounding in her ears while he tucked her ponytail into the suit and pulled her suit about ever so gently to ensure she was well contained.

Alanna flushed bright red as he recounted the evening before and the motives behind it. The suit did nothing for her self-worth, she hated the whore suit. She wished he wouldn’t make her wear it. She could run just as well in her own leggings and jacket.

She followed Niko into the sauna, her eyes betrayed her shock as they shot wide at the idea of exercising in a hot room. Niko continued to explain himself as he attached tubing to her suit after she had stepped up onto the treadmill. The entire situation seemed surreal and she was struggling not to stare at Niko’s bare chest, sweat soaked and so inviting…

‘Stop it Alanna!’ She scolded herself in her head, ‘This is probably what got you into this in the first place! Control yourself!’

Alanna started the treadmill on a walk to warm up, she was already hot as hell beneath her suit and swore she was liquefying inside but the beakers didn’t seem to agree. She thought long on what Niko had said and decided she couldn’t deal with not satisfying her curiosity.

“So you…. you slept with all of your gymnasts? Like…had sex with them…all?” She blushed even as she asked him, it felt awkward to speak to her coach about sex, let alone sex with him.

“And then you just…. you just move on?” She stuttered and continued before she lost her nerve.

“And why do I have to wear this whore suit? I mean it’s so…. mean and vile. Did you do this to all of them? And why? Why can’t I work out in my normal gear?” Alanna asked while trying to keep the whining from her tone as the treadmill picked up the pace and she moved into a light jog.

“You know I… I was grabbed by a man in town yesterday and it was humiliating to wear this there…” She wasn’t looking at Niko anymore, she couldn’t bare for him to see how embarrassed she was to tell him this information and she wasn’t sure what kind of reaction she was expecting from him either. She hoped he might be disgusted and might agree that she shouldn’t wear it but the logical side of her brain said there was some twisted reason for wearing it and she would never be the first gymnast that brought up such issues with him.

"Will you...have sex...with me...a-again?" She blushed like a beetroot but her skin was so hot now that it was hard to tell as the treadmill picked up pace once again and she was now in a full jog, sweat poured from her face and she had to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand.

Alanna didn't know what answer she wanted from Niko, she didn't know if she wanted him and was hurt by the idea that he would throw her away for the next pretty gymnast eventually. She didn't know if he would expect sex from her and she didn't know if she wanted to give it to him either. This was not a normal relationship! This was not what good girls were supposed to do! This was bizarre and Alanna was terrified she would be kicked out of the program or get her heart stomped on.

 

[LitShark]

Niko’s eyebrows raised as Alanna began asking questions about his techniques and his sex life as related to his prior pupils, an action expressly forbidden in her contract with him. It was among the clauses built into the rather extensive Non-Disclosure Agreement that all of his pupils signed. He tried to make stern eye contact, but her lustrous blue eyes were already swimming from the exertion and heat exhaustion. She was off on a tangent, and there was no bringing her back for the moment, so instead Niko let her continue, even as he reached over to increase the speed on the treadmill bringing her up to a full jog. When at last she’d worked her way from the past to questioning her own sexual future, Niko allowed the silence to pervade for a moment, letting its weight sink in as only the sounds of her footfalls and the whirring of the treadmill belt filled the sauna. In this silence, he watched her run, the way her breasts and thighs would jiggle beneath the form-fitting latex each time she strode forward, how the now wet latex rode up between her legs and made clear every crevice from her pussy to her ass. Niko increased the speed again, bringing her to a full run before he answered.

“The contract you signed before you came here included a provision expressly forbidding you from asking about my prior students and my methods for training them, for this I could terminate your contract and send you home. That same contract forbids you from questioning my methods in training you, for this as well I could terminate your contract and send you home with nothing,” after this, Niko turned toward the door of the sauna, opening it and walking out as though this were the end of the conversation, only to return a moment later with a small, plastic cooler and an ice pick, “I’m willing to forgive you for these violations, however, given that it is so early in your training. It’s only natural to have questions, since you’ve barely glimpsed the full scope of my training. You should be grateful to me, that I’m willing to look past these indiscretions in this instance, but you should be wary against expecting such generosity from me again.”

Niko glanced over at the glass beaker inset into the wall, the long, plastic tubes finally filled with Alanna’s sweat and the thick streams of cloudy fluids began streaming down the sides of the beaker, creating a film along the bottom, still too thin to be measured. He opened the cooler after setting it down on one of the wooden benches of the sauna. He jabbed the pick into a solid block of ice, once—twice—three times before taking a flat, perfectly clear chip of ice and raising it to Alanna’s face.

“Open,” Niko demanded casually, setting down the nearly paper thin chip of ice onto Alanna’s eager, pink tongue where it liquefied in an instant and an errant drop of cold, clear water dripped from his thumb onto her bottom lip, “while I do not reveal the details of my individual students’ training to anyone—just as I would not reveal the details of your training to anyone, I’ll tell you this. I give each of my students precisely what their prior training denied them. As the vast majority of elite gymnasts dedicate the bulk of their childhoods and adolescences to training, you are not the first that I’ve included gradual instruction in the erotic arts. As for what happens after my training has completed… well, gold medalists have a great wealth of opportunities that open up to them, both professional and personal. I’d say that my past students move on from me sooner than I move on from them. Everyone loves a champion—only non-champions love the coaches who got them there.”

For a moment, Niko seemed to be lost on his own reflective tangent. The heat had a way of stripping away the kind of pretense that kept everyone safe from themselves. He turned away and wiped his face before anyone could notice that his eyes had briefly welled with tears. It was impossible to notice, especially since sweat was now dripping in solid drops from his hairline. Niko jabbed a few more times at the block of ice, and brought a slightly larger piece of ice to Alanna’s lips, letting his fingers linger there for a moment, letting her suck at the cool remnants of water left there if she desired.

“I’m sorry that someone accosted you in town, but one of the reasons I utilize that suit is specifically because it attracts attention. A champion gymnast is used to being seen. Seen when she most wants to be invisible, seen while she contorts and exposes herself in the most startling and humiliating of ways—she must know shame and be immune to it,” Niko’s voice was growing more passionate, it wasn’t often he deigned to explain himself to a pupil, he wanted to make sure that he was heard so he increased the speed on the treadmill again, raising her speed yet again, “just like a snake handler will inject himself with small doses of snake venom to become immune, I dose you with small and periodically greater doses of humility and societal shame in order to make you immune. If you can’t handle it, you’ll always be the silly little girl that falls off the balance beam and disgraces her country.”

By now, Alanna was nearly sprinting, the sound of her footfalls had risen to a steady tempo as she settled into her run. Her sweat was now streaming down the sides of the beaker and the level rising at a steady rate now, nearly a quarter of the way to the goal Niko had laid out. He reached across the treadmill and increases the incline, raising the machine at the front another degree.

“As to the only question you had any business asking, I might have sex with you again, I might even task you to have sex with someone else if your situation demands it,” as he spoke, Niko was vigorously jabbing the metal spike into the block of ice, finally reaching in and retrieving a solid, diamond shaped ice block. Water mixed with sweat, sheeting down his forearm to drip from his elbows as he reached over, one hand gently cradling Alanna’s chin to steady her head, the other reaching forward to press the corner of the ice cube against her full, blushing lips, “do you want to have sex with me again, Alanna? I intend to push you, but I don’t want to break you. Did you like fucking me? Does your body remember the feel of me and ache for more? Did you violate your contract because you’re feeling soft emotions toward me, and feel jealous and afraid at the idea that you’re just one among many?”

Sweat was dripping from both of them now, Niko’s arm was splashing water and sweat onto the treadmill’s display as he held the jagged chunk of ice for Alanna’s mouth to work on, his fingers keeping her chin aloft, watching the water drip down her chin and the front of her latex bodysuit. The beaker was halfway to its mark.

“I am not a rapist, Alanna. I am a trainer of young women. Just like a body needs water, it needs intimacy as well. A body yearns for it—thirsts for it. Mine does, and last night, yours seemed to crave it as well. If, however, you don’t want me anymore, I’ll abridge your training and vent my urges elsewhere. Is that what you want?”

 

[monique_minx]

Alanna had all but forgotten about the contract; perhaps she should have read it after all? Her lips parted obediently to accept the ice chip and her face was flushed with embarrassment and concern as she trotted ever faster on the treadmill. Niko explained the use of the whore suit wistfully and increased the speed of the treadmill again, allowing her to suckle a larger piece of ice from his fingers. Everything she did in Niko’s presence somehow felt sexual now, like a burning chemistry between them left unspoken. She wanted him to want her and yet she could not explain why – even to herself.

‘If this is day two…I’m screwed’ Alanna thought to herself as she heated even more beneath the suit, practically sprinting and Niko increased the gradient to make the run slightly steeper.

She had no idea how much sweat had filled those beakers now but she hung her head in shame as Niko mentioned she had to learn to become immune to that very thing or she would forever be a silly little girl disgracing her country. Shame was a large part of Alanna’s life, she had been drilled with it by her coaches and parents that she was not to risk shame on them, herself or her gym. It was how she had avoided controversy and become a prolific closet masturbator – all to avoid embarrassment in her high-end position.

“As to the only question you had any business asking, I might have sex with you again, I might even task you to have sex with someone else if your situation demands it.”

Despite the fact that her body was under intense pressure in a workout it had never done before, Alanna’s eyelids flew wide open at that statement. Would Niko make her fuck a stranger? Her contract with him demanded her unquestioning obedience, if she said no; would he really kick her out? She left that question for another time as he pressed more ice to her rosy red lips, her blush only disguised by her reddened face from the heavy workout.

“Do you want to have sex with me again, Alanna? I intend to push you, but I don’t want to break you. Did you like fucking me? Does your body remember the feel of me and ache for more? Did you violate your contract because you’re feeling soft emotions toward me, and feel jealous and afraid at the idea that you’re just one among many? I am not a rapist, Alanna. I am a trainer of young women. Just like a body needs water, it needs intimacy as well. A body yearns for it—thirsts for it. Mine does, and last night, yours seemed to crave it as well. If, however, you don’t want me anymore, I’ll abridge your training and vent my urges elsewhere. Is that what you want?”

Alanna took the opportunity to work on the ice between his fingers so she could process the surreal questions and surroundings she now found herself in. She had never had anyone, let alone a coach hand feed her chips of ice like this. She would always have a bottle of water on hand. Then again, she’d never had a workout where her sweat was the measurement of efficiency either!

Alanna swallowed and deigned to answer his questions as honestly as she was capable while she ran, “If I say no to anything at any point…do I risk my position here? I am one of many, am I not? So, is it not a justifiable question? At the end of my training, you will move on to your next champion.” She paused as she pounded down on the treadmill harder and needed to breathe and wipe her forehead with the back of her hand.

“My soft emotions will be meaningless. I am confused. Perhaps because intimacy has never been a big part of my life. What if I just crave you and have feelings beyond normal because I have never experienced sex before?” She was almost thinking out loud now and it was shocking but the adrenaline fueling her run was also fueling her bravery and she was actually being honest with Niko without a filter…how did he have such a brazen effect on her psyche so fast?!

“Is it my obedience alone that you demand, Coach?” She used his formal title to reinforce the fact that there was an authority gap between them, and she was frequently reminded as he threatened to drop her for her mere questions. Even though she agreed – she did not want him sharing details about her with future students either. As the thought of that passed through her mind, she felt the crushing sensation that there was nothing special about her to Niko and wondered at the same time why that suddenly meant so much?! It was absurd! This was day two for heaven’s sake!

She was breathing harder than ever now, it felt unbearably hot beneath the whore suit inside the sauna. Alanna could no longer form words between her gasps for air. It was ironic, yesterday he had come up with a workout she may have frozen to death completing, today she was enduring a workout designed to burn the life from her with heat. Niko’s workouts were the most intense she had ever endured in her young life and she’d spent many hours in gyms training and working out over the past twelve years. She gripped the arms of the treadmill at last to steady her so she could complete the workout, determined she would not fail again.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

“Good girl…” Niko reassured gently as Alanna gently suckled the melting ice and cold water from his fingertips while he mercifully reduced the incline of the treadmill, the joined puddle of sweat below Niko widening while the flow of Alanna’s sweat began to flow faster into the beaker.

“On day one, I mention quite frequently that an athlete can be replaced—for one, athletes resist the process harder before they get very deep into it. Day two, I threaten replacement less—let’s put it this way, my business is built on my ability to produce gold medalists, every four years, without exception. I know it seems like we still have a lot of time between now and the trials, but all that time is spoken for—if an athlete is unwilling or unable to follow my program, I need to get them out and get a more suitable candidate in sooner than later.

“My program can recover from beginning a day late, even two days late, three days would be a struggle against the clock—but I can find the time. Eventually, however, the potential for replacing an athlete becomes impossible. I wouldn’t be able to train them to my satisfaction—and after a certain point, it’s better to deal with a difficult student than accept sub-standard results.”

Niko reduced the incline again, even backing down the speed as the measuring beaker approached three-quarters full. Sweat was streaming down his muscular torso and water from the melting chips dripped from his elbow.

“You’re afraid of being rejected or falling short, I think that everyone is at this point. Admittedly, I’ve used that fear to steer you into your training,” the treadmill reached level and he slowed her to a brisk jog, “start cooling down.”

Setting the bowl aside, Niko took the largest piece of ice left in the bowl and raised it to Alanna’s lips, letting her determine how much, if at all, her lips touched his fingers. His other hand unplugged the tubes and unzipped the collar of her bodysuit and loosened her hood enough to pull it down off of her soaking, blonde hair.

“Good girl,” Niko said at last, letting her jog out the las few strides of her cooldown reps, “it won’t be steak and potatoes, but I think you’ll like your dinner tonight.”

As the treadmill stopped, Niko took another fistful of ice and gently ran is ice-filled fist over the back of her neck, gently massaging her neck and the cool water flowed inside of her tight suit. Alanna was surely and deliberately dehydrated by now. When the treadmill stopped, Niko scooped her up in his arms and carried her out of the sauna. He laid her down on the tumbling mat in the main room and unzipped her suit below her naval.

Niko was careful extracting Alanna’s sweaty body from the tight jumpsuit. He stripped her naked and just let her lie there. He gently patted her dry with a soft, fluffy towel.

“It takes a lot of pain to become a champion, it’s inevitable. Conventional training methods keep the pain but deliberately neuter the pleasure. They leave you to find your own pleasure without leaving you time or opportunity. It’s why athletes have trouble maintaining relationships—there’s no room for two loves… but to merge them, the pain becomes more bearable and the pleasure… becomes everything.”

When her body was dry, Niko picked her up again and carried her over to the scale, setting her down on bare feet. He moved and slid the weights until the metal arm hung level.

“You’ve lost five pounds since yesterday, but that’s mostly water right now,” Niko helped Alanna down letting her find her legs again, “but the more accustomed you get to this process, the more you’re going to lose meaningful weight. I’m proud of you, Alanna.”

At this, Niko embraced her, him naked from the waist up and her naked completely. He then pulled back just enough to lock eyes with her.

“There is no one I want to go through this process with other than you. You are who I want.”

 

[monique_minx]

Alanna didn’t have long to concern herself with dinner, the workout was exhausting just as it had been the day before. Her limbs were screaming by the time Niko plucked her from the treadmill as though she weighed nothing at all and she couldn’t help but curl into his arms as he carried her out of that hell chamber – okay, it was just a sauna but to Alanna, it was hell. She enjoyed the strength of his arms, took comfort in them and did he always smell this good?



He laid her down but her rubbery limbs were unable to help him…or stop him, why did she consider helping him first though? Before she knew it, he’d peeled the suit from her upper half, she felt like a puddle beneath him, she’d had showers that made her less wet than she was now.



She barely had brain cells enough to listen to him explain everything to her but his voice was comforting in the stark, empty room, nonetheless. He acted as if her nudity was normal and simply towelled her down. He carried her to the scales and she found her feet with his aid, finally starting to get her head together as her breathing returned to normal rates. She still didn’t have the will to care about her weight in that moment, as he embraced her, it was all she could think about.


That, and the fact that she could not recall when he’d removed his shirt. Their skin was touching, it felt good, different. She couldn’t recall if she’d ever embraced anyone in such a way before. She just wanted to stay that way, god why did he smell that good?!



“There is no one I want to go through this process with other than you. You are who I want.”



She was struck by the sincerity in his voice, Alanna believed him utterly, she felt like she actually meant something to him which was in stark contrast to how she’d felt the day before – an easily discarded piece of meat. If anything was screaming ‘this is wrong’, he’d silenced it with that gaze.



“Despite my knack for not reading things properly,” She whispered a little hoarsely, “I want to be here too Sir. I guess I just needed to know…where things go and where I fit. I’m not what most coaches have called ‘a dream student’ either, I tend to have a bit of an attitude I suppose.”



She smirked a bit, she did have a penchant for taking serious moments and being a little too sarcastic, enough to annoy even her most patient tutors. She’d run a lot of laps in her lifetime for that!

 

[LitShark]

Niko smiled down at Alanna, glad to see that her spirit was still strong, even as he tore away her resistance to his training and strained her spirit near the breaking point. His hands continued to move up and down her powerful arms, caressing and massaging her weary muscles underneath.

“You know now, though. Don’t you?” Niko leaned closer, his hands moving inward, strong fingers massaging the weary muscles behind her well-defined collarbones as his palms gently passed over her exposed nipples, “where things go… where you… fit?”

Yes, he was caressing her breasts, feeling her up, but his strong, expert fingers also massaged her oft neglected pectoral muscles. Female athletes seldom received the attention and recuperative care they required for their chests, due to societal taboo and culturally enforced modesty norms. Another reason Niko had adapted his system to include a physical, sexual relationship with his students. He wouldn’t let modesty leave his athletes ill prepared.

His large cock was growing hard again, massaging her breasts, his lips just inches away from hers. The silence became a statement of its own.

When the tension became unbearable, Niko broke first, leaning in and kissing her deeply, passionately, his tongue seeking out hers greedily. When his cock was fully erect, his hand moved greedily down her body, lifting one thigh to wrap around his hip. His track pants were around his ankles and the head of his cock was caressing the wet crease between her thighs.

“Your place is at the center. And you fit here, with me. You and I are one entity, Alanna. A team. Give yourself to me completely. I will make you something truly spectacular. The opus of my lifetime. The greatest champion the world has ever known.”

Niko slid his cock inside her, pressing her back against the tile wall of the gym bathroom. His lips departed hers just enough for a sigh to escape as he hilted inside her. They already seemed to fit like matched pieces—he pushed deeper still, like he could climb inside the warm, wet paradise of her young pussy.

“Cum for me. Show me how you have learned to obey.”

 

[monique_minx]

“You know now, though. Don’t you?”

Her breath quickened as his fingers brushed her nipples in their travel upwards, she almost jumped beneath his hands as if her nipples wanted to follow his hands, yearning for attention as he ignored them in favour of massaging her pectoral muscles.

“where things go… where you… fit?”

She nodded slightly, almost on auto pilot, his firm touch on her supple flesh felt amazing and her muscles seemed to sigh in relief beneath his fingers as their tautness slowly released as if by command. Her gaze never left his though she had to stare up at him due to their height difference but there was barely space between their mouths.

But he cleared the space first and claimed her mouth with his own, an uncontrolled moan escaped from the back of her throat and reverberated between them. Her tongue ceaselessly sought his out with a hunger that might have surprised her, had she been more aware. She'd not even noticed his arousal until his firm grip encircled her muscled thigh and lifted it, pressing his bulge into her.

It threatened the warm cavern at the apex of her thighs and she gave the slightest lift of her hips, telling him she was ready. Telling him she wanted him to take her. He broke the kiss.

“Your place is at the center. And you fit here, with me. You and I are one entity, Alanna. A team. Give yourself to me completely. I will make you something truly spectacular. The opus of my lifetime. The greatest champion the world has ever known.”

Even if she'd had the brain power to formulate a reply, he gave her no chance. She felt the breath leave her in a deep exhale as he surged forward and met little resistance between her legs. Her slick, tight pussy giving way to his large invader. She didn't even realise they were in motion until she felt the wall hit her back, cold and unrelenting, in stark contrast to the warm body before her. When he was seated deep inside her, a much deeper moan was forced from her lips - one of total satisfaction. Of fulfillment.

“Cum for me. Show me how you have learned to obey.”

He had all the leverage here, she had one leg wrapped around his thigh and the other on tiptoe to match his height. He was deep within her this way. His thrusts hard against that swollen trigger inside her slick heat and her moans intensified, she wanted to obey him and not just to please him but because it would satisfy the escalating ache inside of her. But that was not instantaneous by any means, it took almost a full two minutes after he'd ordered her to cum before she actually did.


"Oh god!" She gasped.

Her fingers curled tightly into his biceps as she ground down against him hungrily. The gush between her legs intensified as she clamped down on his hard length like a vice, quivering against him as she cried her pleasure in senseless ecstasy. Sliding her back against the wall as she vibrated in front of him but she felt this insatiable need for more of him. Her pussy gripped him in a silent plea, seeking an anchor for all of her desperation.


Alanna crushed her mouth to his voraciously and her hands moved up to link behind his neck. This wasn't a kiss, it was a collision. A ravenous, craven collision. Alanna used the kiss to convey what she couldn't say and her firm, unrelenting tongue probed his in some fervent, chaotic dance. She moaned into his mouth as she bucked, her pelvis grinding against his. Though he was at his deepest inside her, somehow she wanted more of him. As if gripped by an insatiable hunger and mindless greed. Intense, animalistic feelings had seized her as she built to a second climax much faster than she'd come by the first and wanted to ride the edge with him. She broke the kiss.


"Niko!" It was a breathless rasp.


Her head went back. All she could see was stars.

 

[LitShark]

Niko’s broad hand slid up Alanna’s chest to wrap around the back of her neck, his talented index finger and thumb pressing down at the base of her skull, easing the tension there and adding another dimension to her pleasure as she cried out for him—also cradling her skull, keeping her head back from the tile wall to avoid any risk of injury.

“Call me ‘Coach,’” Niko whispered, his voice gravelly and stern yet somehow full of warm affection.

His other hand moved up her sculpted thigh—no longer the shapeless, jiggling knob that it had been just a week or so ago. Her thigh was creased and pitted by lean, healthy muscle and almost no fat whatsoever. He gently coaxed her back leg out straight and used her hips to turn her, like a fish writhing on the line. He turned her to face the wall, pirouetting on one foot as her leg passed over his head and she turned to face the wall without his cock moving back at all.

Like a totally ineffectual ratchet, her clenching sex turned a half rotation around his cock until she was facing the wall, balanced on one foot, her leg behind her. This was one of the balance beam poses she’d been struggling with—but somehow his cock inside her rooted her, like a third leg to stake her in place. It felt comfortable as reclining.

Niko kissed her neck as he guided her arms back to wrap around the back of his neck, letting her instinctively raise her foot behind him until she could grasp it above her head and then let his palms trickle down her chest, caressing her firm, petite breasts.

Despite the complex feat of stretching and balance, their bodies seemed totally at ease, intertwined as they were.

“You see?” Niko sighed, slowly resuming the languid pumping of his hips, “together we are more. We are better, stronger, leaner… we are one, Alanna. My little world champion. Together we can be the greatest.”

His hands squeezed tighter, his hips moved faster. She was tight like the first time they had fucked in this position and as his pace increased, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

 

[monique_minx]

It was like some pornographic ballet move where she just followed his lead and twisted as he so desired, like a human fuck puppet. Her tits pressed against the cold of the tile as he took her hands up behind his head and she gripped her foot there, holding that pose and relying on him for her balance because he was still inside of her.

Fucking Niko was like doing gymnastics in of itself, he'd twist her up like a fucking pretzel and she'd breathe into every stretch, taking it in her stride. He hit spots inside her cunt she didn't know existed. And the strain, the pain, was glorious. The ache only added to the electrifying sensations coursing through her. She was vulnerable like this, held only under his power. Somehow that only made it more satisfying.

His hands moved up and covered her breasts, as if protecting her pebble-hard nipples from the unforgiving tile in front of her. He started to thrust slowly again as he spoke and Alanna just drank it in, the praise, the ego stroke, all of it. The smell of sex lingered in the bathroom, dirty and torrid and intoxicating. Like they were.

As his pace ramped up, Alanna's climax began to build, like a coil in her groin that tightened. Flexed. Her skin heated like she was bare under the midday sun, only here it was snowing outside. Perhaps it was an apt metaphor - she was snow beneath his sun: melting, crystallizing or transforming entirely. Her panting increased again and her moans echoed, bouncing off the tiled walls before coming back to their ears.

She couldn't meet his thrusts in her position, she just had to stand on her one foot and take it. She didn't need to though, he slammed into the right spot without her help.

"Oh fuuuuuuck! Coach!" She moaned in a low drawl as she drew closer to the edge.

When she went over, she hoped she took him with her but that was where thought began and ended. She saw the ceiling. Stark white nothingness. Like the oblivion that overcame her seconds later. 'God. Damn'.

 

[LitShark]

Niko’s breath was escaping him in percussive grunts as he pounded Alanna’s body harder. His arms had encircled her and her breathing was forced to match the pace of his body colliding with hers. He was nearing his limit and needed to fit the lesson in. He’d give her a decent dinner and an early bedtime, she’d wake up ready to sprint through walls with him. This was the rewarding part of training. She had accepted his system—all of it. Now it was his turn to deliver.

“Yes, feel me inside you—” Slam.

“Let it steady you—” Slam.

“Root you to the spot—” Slam.

“Together, we are unmovable—” Slam.

“Together, we are unbeatable!”

The last time Niko’s big cock hilted inside Alanna’s quivering pussy, it heaved and tugged upward inside her tight hole, blasting thick, hot cum deep inside her. His balls tugged upward, mimicking the motion of his cock, pumping like a crank to glut more cum inside of her. Over and over—until it was dribbling down her leg.

“I’ve been giving you birth control with your vitamin cocktails in the morning. I wouldn’t let something like that jeopardize what we’re doing here.”

He laid a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, his capable hands helping her lower her leg back to the ground. Allowing her to gain her bearings before he set her weight back on her unsturdy legs.

“You’re doing well with this training. You haven’t challenged me in almost a week, you’re absorbing the routines, gaining confidence. Your body is already different. I’m going to make chicken soup for dinner tonight, with rustic bread and hand churn butter. While I get everything ready, I want you to take a long, relaxing soak and shower. Take time to notice your body. You’re hardening, in more ways than one. If you continue to work with me, we’ll be unstoppable.”

He kissed her bottom lip gently before separating altogether.

“Enjoy your rest. You’ve earned it.”

 

[monique_minx]

Alanna was panting heavily as they both came down together and started getting a handle on themselves again. Alanna was still pitched in a ridiculous stress position seated on his cock when he dropped the birth control 'bomb' on her. She felt stupid, reckless - why hadn't she considered that herself or brought it up? She was so torn up with guilt and self-anger that she wasn't even mad he'd been dosing her with pills without telling her.

His ginger kiss at the back of her neck made the thoughts float away and she lowered her leg with a groan - half because of the shock to the stiff muscle and half because it meant Niko had withdrawn his cock from her needy snatch. She turned around to face him slowly, letting the blood rush back to her leg as she steadied herself against his hard frame.

She nodded, the shower sounded like a dream! She'd done the biggest sweat of her life that day and then went onto having some incredible sex with Niko. It was grand but she felt ripe and sore. Hot water was definitely the ticket right now. He snatched the briefest kiss from her and she fought the urge to launch herself into his embrace again.

'Patience 'Lanna, you'll be much more appealing when you're clean.' She berated herself.

"Yes Coach, thank you." She said demurely, in stark contrast to all the lively passion she'd shown just moments ago.

Once Niko exited, Alanna made quick work of turning the taps on and making the shower nice and steamy. She relaxed under the hot water for a moment before she realised Niko's cum was making a quick exit down her thigh and she focused her attentions to cleaning that part of herself up first. Alanna recognised how sensitive she was there though and had to be careful, her labia was sore and swollen but her clit was engorged and electric to the touch. Her thighs were rock hard and so was her ass, there was no softness, just rigid muscle to her. She soaped herself quickly and then focused on washing her hair.

She finally turned the shower off and found a towel to wrap herself in, she headed off to her room in it. When she got there though, she realised that only her leotards were there and the rest was missing. She swallowed, trying to discern what that meant.

"Does he mean for me to only wear my leos here? Not very comfortable dinner attire..." She mumbled as she selected a plain red one and put it on.

She couldn't find any of her seamless underwear or sports bras that she usually wore with them either. Alanna was a little annoyed that Niko had obviously taken her clothes and not told her - she didn't even know when he'd done that as he usually had her wearing the whore suit for her workouts. She trundled off to find the kitchen and dining area, not that she'd yet visited those areas but it wasn't difficult to work out where they'd be once she'd eliminated the rest of the house.

She found Niko in the kitchen and licked her lips, watching him from the doorway for a moment. Savouring him focused on cooking and not noticing she was even there.

'Stop drooling! How are you gonna confront him with any dignity if you're ready to jump on his cock?!' She critiqued herself in silence and then decided to clear her throat to announce herself, waiting for him to look up at her.

Alanna leaned against the doorway in her plain red leotard, one leg folded over the other and crossed her arms, "You took my clothes. All of my clothes."

 

[LitShark]

Niko was plucking oregano leaves by hand to mix with the finely chopped kale he was sprinkling into the boiling pot of fragrant soup. Wide pools of marrow were collecting on the surface of the broth as he slowly removed the whole chicken skeleton from the soup with metal tongs as he finished adding the herbs with his other hand. The last flecks of meat had long since boiled off of the chicken carcass and the marrow melted from the bones.

The carrots, onions, celery, all organic, from local farms. The chicken had been Niko’s. Her name was Glenda. She’d lived a comfortable life. Animals who suffered never quite tasted the same, it was why chefs covered the eyes of lobsters before boiling them. If the animal sees the pot, it tenses up—soils itself, the meat never recovers. Yellowfin tuna can struggle on the line so ferociously that they cook themselves with their own body heat—making their valuable meat completely useless.

Glenda never saw the axe. She was totally at ease when Niko killed her just after dawn that morning.

He was completely engrossed in the final stages of his elaborate meal prep, stabbing a wooden paddle under the loaf of whole grain bread that was finishing in the wood-burning oven that shared a deep, wide fireplace with the main living room area. Alanna’s voice was the first thing to alert him to her presence.

“Ah, the resurgence of the ego,” Niko chuckled knowingly, “you wish to please me, so you’re cross that you can’t dress up and show off. But I’m more impressed with you being comfortable in competition attire. To me, you look better now than if you were in a million-dollar designer gown. You’re closer every day to becoming the sexiest thing on earth. A Champion.”

Niko made a broad stir with the ladle through the thick soup, full-to-bursting with softened vegetables and tender, shredded chicken. He scooped from the bottom of the pot, collecting a dense cross-section of the heavenly smelling soup. He poured the ladle into a stoneware bowl and slid it onto the marble island between the kitchen and the dining table, overlooking the floor of equipment and the floor-to-ceiling windows that appeared completely black aside for the fresh falling snow, flickering with reflections from the inside as it tumbled past.

“So, you can have it out with me, and earn a punishment,” a serrated knife passed through the warm, brown bread, crunching through the crust and unleashing a plume of steam from inside, “or you can come enjoy your reward, and if we don’t talk anymore about clothes, I’ll even let you have a slice of butter.”

Two stoneware bowls with matching carved spoons and quarters of warm bread dunked into the soup were arranged together on the island.

“I know you’re hungry. Come on. Get some of this warm in you.”

 

[monique_minx]

The room was warm and the food smelled so good! Alanna had almost forgotten what 'delicious' smelled like. She'd been on Niko's protein shake diet since she arrived - laced with lord only knew what drugs.

“Ah, the resurgence of the ego, you wish to please me, so you’re cross that you can’t dress up and show off. But I’m more impressed with you being comfortable in competition attire. To me, you look better now than if you were in a million-dollar designer gown. You’re closer every day to becoming the sexiest thing on earth. A Champion.”

Alanna scowled where she leaned against the doorframe but she couldn't deny the loud grumble her stomach made as he slid a bowl across the kitchen island. 'A pair of jeans is hardly showing off...neither is underwear.' She thought silently.

“So, you can have it out with me, and earn a punishment.”

She felt her stomach drop when he started with that. Especially when the kitchen smelled like such heaven and Alanna was afraid he'd take it away from her. She watched the steam rise from the bread and inhaled deeply with a soft groan - he just wasn't playing fair!

“Or you can come enjoy your reward, and if we don’t talk anymore about clothes, I’ll even let you have a slice of butter.”

She stood upright off the door frame then and leaned forward just slightly, craning to see the food in the bowls. Alanna licked her lips unconsciously and flexed her fingers outwards, wiggling them as if to feel them. Really it was just a response to her emotions, she wanted to remain in control of herself. 'At least he has a damn shirt on, I don't need that distraction too' Alanna told herself as if it helped.

"I just don't see what my ego has to do with my clo-" She cut herself short when he looked at her and sighed, "-never mind."

“I know you’re hungry. Come on. Get some of this warm in you.”

“Already had something hot filling me today,” she said, her voice low, just enough edge to make it clear she knew exactly what she was doing. “Didn’t think you’d be so quick to offer seconds.”

She smirked and sauntered in, taking up the seat next to his. She brought the first spoonful to her lips and sighed gratefully as the pungent soup washed over her tongue.

"It tastes amazing, Coach." She admitted, "Do you cook like this often? It seems...elaborate?"

Alanna did very little cooking herself and she was a terrible baker, her mother almost broke a tooth when Alanna had tried her hand at choc chip cookies. But then, champions had very little time to cook...I mean unless they were participating on MasterChef or something - that kind of champion. Alanna sometimes trained 8 hours in a day and needed rest and recovery between her morning and afternoon sessions. By the time she was done for the day, standing in a kitchen over a hot stove was the last thing she'd think to do. But it meant her mother and father always felt valuable, someone had to feed her after all. She couldn't very well ruin a hard day's effort with a trip to McDonalds.

She dipped the bread in the broth and groaned quietly, there was something different about this experience and Alanna wasn't sure if it was the isolated, snowy environment, the fresh bread and soup or...the company. She glanced at Niko by her side and licked her lips, catching herself and dropping her eyes to her bowl. 'Fuck. He has me twisted...'

She cleared her throat, "So is there a plan for what's next, Coach? Or shall we keep up with the surprises?"

Niko hadn't really outlined anything for her to date so she expected the surprises to continue. He'd tell her what to wear and where to be and then she'd show up and sweat. 'And then we fuck...' The unbidden thought was exasperating, she was trying to focus on her training!

'But...that is my training...' She realised belatedly, it certainly was an interesting new parallel she had to draw but even she had to admit, it made her look forward to training. There was something about being tied in knots like a dirty balloon animal in Niko's lap...even the thought made her pussy gush where she sat. She squirmed a smidge, lifting each thigh in her seat and wriggling her hips just a little.

 

[LitShark]

Niko smirked and nodded faintly at Alanna’s joke about being filled up earlier, not quite certain what to make of the reply. Was she balking him or flirting? The food worked its magic, setting her at ease.

“It’s not so elaborate out here. There aren’t too many grocery stores or restaurants, only the little market at the bottom of hill. My neighbors and I do many things the old ways. Growing from soil, raising from egg. It’s a slower way, but it makes a difference. Means more somehow…”

Alanna was finishing her meal already before Niko slid the small glass full of pills in front of her. Mostly supplements and vitamins, but she now knew this cocktail included birth control and various other things that hadn’t been explicitly discussed between them.

Instead of talking about the pill cocktail or addressing her question about what came next, Niko gently reached under the table, lifting one of her long, muscular legs up onto his shoulder. His warm hands encircled her knee and his dexterous thumbs dug into the back of her knee, stretching and massaging her Achilles tendon while also stretching it out, applying just the right amount of pressure between a deep stretch and deep pain.

“It’s no small thing, to give your body over to a coach. To surrender, the way you must. The others all try to pretend it’s something else—but it’s not. It’s why I don’t lose. You give me your body and I give to you immortality. I make you a champion. I do everything I can for your body, while it is in my care—even if you may wish otherwise, but all is for the sake of keeping you whole. I do everything I can, but it’s never enough. When our time together is at an end, you never quite receive the same body back.

“In return, I take my obligation seriously, as your coach. I also enjoy your body as it is and teach you to enjoy it as well—as I am still able. I find it’s preferable to stifling what are the natural and healthy urges of a body first cresting into womanhood. Your body that you have lent to me, my body. Ours.

“Perhaps I’m not your ideal sexual partner—but if you want to be a champion, you need to be close to me in ways that are taboo by most athletic standards. You must trust me completely. We have turned a corner, but we still have a long way to go. It requires you, above all—to trust me. Do you? Trust me?”

Niko’s hands were working lower down Alanna’s thigh, massaging her tendon through the increasingly dense bed of muscle.

 

[monique_minx]

Alanna listened as he described the isolated environment and she nodded thoughtfully as he spoke, it made sense of course, that basics were easier to grow yourself if you were cut off from much of the world. She eyed the pills as he slid them to her, she lifted her eyes to query what he wanted her to take but instead, he reached for her leg and took it up, pulling it to his shoulder sideways. Alanna didn't ask or argue or stop him in any way.

He began massaging her Achilles tendon and stretching her calf out, Alanna just breathed into the mixture of pain and relief she felt beneath his fingertips. She licked her lips as he spoke...about their strange relationship. At one time, Alanna might have felt a pang of anger or annoyance that a man might refer to her body as his but things were so different with Niko. So different that, instead, the idea filled her with warmth and if she was honest, it aroused her somewhat. Gave her a secret little thrill.

She wanted to address the part about her 'ideal sexual partner' - because, truthfully, Alanna had no idea, she'd never really explored it. She didn't have much time to entertain boyfriends or the like and they were always selfish, always jealous. The few times she thought she could start anything with a guy had all but ended because he'd feel that she didn't have enough time or devotion for him. They thought being in her life for three months should grant them centre stage in her world and that would never be, never happen.

But then Niko asked if she trusted him and Alanna didn't answer quickly, she was thoughtful and slow in how she approached his question, "I suppose I do trust you, you haven't given me a reason not to, not really. You've been careful in ways...I should have been."

She referred to the birth control without mentioning it directly because she was embarrassed it hadn't occurred to her before he'd brought it up. It had been an intense week for Alanna but that didn't matter to the inner guilt storm that brewed over it. She'd felt stupid and reckless.

"I'll be honest, I don't know what my 'ideal sexual partner' looks like. I've never really had the chance to explore it. I, um, I know mostly what I enjoy with myself and I've thought about...other things." She lit up like a traffic light, red in the face at the idea of telling him what she thought about when she masturbated.

But she couldn't possibly go there, she couldn't say those things aloud...right?

"Most guys I've been with...well they think they should be my whole universe. They get upset when I've had a hard day of training and I'm too exhausted to go out or too tired or sore to entertain them. Most of the ones I've met were all...selfish, like really made everything about their enjoyment and not mine. Kind of felt like a chore sometimes and I just really don't think that's how sex or a relationship should feel so I kinda...dump them at that point and move on. Kind of left me gun shy I guess, a bit...jaded about the whole situation. I guess that's why I've been mostly single, just felt all that stuff would have to wait til after gymnastics wasn't in my life."

She stopped, thinking she'd rambled on long enough about it and was afraid she was oversharing now.

 

[LitShark]

Niko nodded along with Alanna’s confession. It was all the more tragic because of how common it was. She wasn’t supposed to know exactly who she wanted to be with—or even who she wanted to be. She was supposed to be experimenting, making mistakes, seizing the zest of her youth—but the unfortunate and non-negotiable physics of gymnastic excellence didn’t allow for elite competitors to have a youth as they ought to have.

The line between dedication and repression was blurred to oblivion, and it was an inhumane combination of stress, pressure and repression. The result was too much for almost anyone to endure, crushing their vulnerable bodies and minds and telling them it was their fault for not wanting it bad enough.

“They make it seem so difficult—all because they lack the courage to admit that it’s right and healthy for a girl your age to explore her sexuality. They invent this… false hurdle, that you must choose one or the other. The sport or a life. But gymnastics is an art—it requires expression, not repression. The whole approach is backward.”

Niko caught himself getting carried away. He refocused by moving Alanna’s leg over his head, laying it across his own as he reached down to seize her other leg, raising it up to his chest and massaging the back of her knee again, stretching out her tendons, relaxing her muscles.

“I am grateful that we have become lovers. It is good. You will see the benefits in your performance, in your training. I don’t need to label or judge it, nor do I have expectations of you outside of those I have as a coach.”

Her leotard-clad pussy was pressed up against the ridge of his cock, not at all hidden behind his grey sweats—just the faintest contact… butterfly kisses for sex organs.

“But I will never judge you for enjoying it.” Niko hastily nodded toward the glass of pills.

He really might decide to put some more “warm” in her before he sent her to bed.

 

[monique_minx]

Alanna felt a tautness in the way she was stretched across both their chairs. Niko took her other leg as if it was his and she exhaled to stretch out, the pain of the massage nullified by the gradual release of the tight muscle. She listened as he responded to her, he didn't make her feel awkward or ashamed. In fact, Niko seemed more inclined to embarrass her solely if she was already embarrassed by something, usually sexual. A strange paradox.

Their clothes were the only thing separating their groins now, she couldn't resist squirming against him. It was intimate and arousing but it was also generally taboo to fuck the coach. Perhaps that made it all the sweeter for Alanna, all the more exciting. She longed to ask him if any other student had ever turned him down and how their training turned out but she knew it was forbidden. It was in violation of the contract but more than that, Niko reacted poorly when she asked. His disappointment in her for asking prior was not something she'd soon forget.

The word 'lovers' seemed so odd to Alanna, she'd never thought of herself as someone's lover before. It was erotic to hear him give it voice. She licked her lips unconsciously and flexed her hips as if she was trying to speak with her groin. She'd never thought of herself as wanton, insatiable even. If she got horny, she got herself off with her little black vibrator and went about her day. It was never as consistent a thirst as it felt lately. She'd never felt empty between her legs with a burning throb like she seemed to feel ever since Niko first took her. Perhaps it was his cock, she'd rarely had occasion to stick her vibrator inside her, typically she settled for mere clitoral stimulation. He seemed to fill an ache she didn't know she had.

“But I will never judge you for enjoying it.”

Almost as if he could read her mind...then he gestured to the pills she'd forgotten on the counter.

"Oh." She said softly and took up the cup, looking at the contents as she poured some into her hand.

Alanna recognised many, especially the larger tablets that were obviously vitamins but she wanted to ask him what they all were. Though, she was conflicted. She'd told him moments ago that she trusted him, she didn't want to seem like a liar. It was her curiosity rather than any trust issue, at least that was how she reasoned it mentally. She decided to swallow the pills first and then ask him, she popped them into her mouth and took up her water glass. It took three lots of the pills and three mouthfuls of water before she set everything down on the table empty.

"Some were vitamins and I assume at least one was the birth control, is that it?" She asked him, meeting his eyes beneath long, thick, blonde lashes.

Niko was the furthest from traditional as coaches went and she'd barely scratched the surface of his expectations and desires since she'd arrived. Alanna burned with curiosity she wasn't allowed to sate, it wasn't a position she was accustomed to. She'd never really cared what made her coaches 'tick' before but Alanna was filled with a surprising, burning need to know him.

"What do you like?" She blurted out before she could stop herself and blushed brightly, "I mean...like what, umm, interests you...s-sexually?"

She shook her head a second later, "I shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry. I just puked a thought like fucking word vomit or something."

 

[LitShark]

Niko sighed, gently, still working his firm but gentle magic on her connecting cords along the back of her leg.

“Will you accept that the pills I give you are what you need? No more, no less. Many forms of birth control will red-flag on competitive drug tests. Others create mood swings or leech calcium from bones. Some are vitamins. Some are to avoid you becoming pregnant. Some are to help you absorb my training better. It is better that you trust me than to ask what I give you. Know only that all of it is necessary.”

Niko slid her leg across his thigh and lifted the other to resume her massage on that side. Changing which part of her his hands were holding as the tone in his voice changed.

“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s a reasonable question. You should be free to ask about my sexual identity as I’ve brought you into it. I hope you won’t judge me, but I will answer as honestly as I can.”

His thumbs found a bit of tension and he was working deeper to relax it away.

“The PG answer is that I like trust. To trust my efforts in someone, have them trust me with their training, their body. I like transformation. From a stubborn, moody, hormonal athlete to a polished and confident champion. I never tire, and each stage turns me on in its own way. I like repetition. I like secrets. I like to be looked at with awe and reverence—but also to be looked at with feral longing. It may be cliché, but I like leotards—they seem fundamentally designed to tease at your creases and crevices more than they effectively cover much of anything. I also like girls at the peak of their ability.”

His hands were both on her thigh now. The pretense of massage had fallen away entirely. He was stroking her damp slit through the red velvet leotard while staring into her blue eyes with the kind of feral longing he was describing.

“Would you like to go back into my room before bed time?”

 

[monique_minx]

It was the pills that might flag on drugs tests and those that helped absorb his training better that had her both apprehensive, curious and if she was completely honest - a little thrilled. She wondered if that had any effect on her libido or if that was merely natural with Niko's training style. As he continued speaking though, those concerns and curiosities melted away.

The words 'feral longing' sent a shiver up her spine, Alanna thought she'd fit that bill more than once in her time with him so far. Even against her own will - she remembered entering the kitchen and forcing herself to focus on her clothing that he'd taken rather than riding his cock in a ridiculous inner battle with her own mind.

The conversation, or the illusion thereof, devolved completely when he started to simply stroke her pussy still barely protected by her leotard. Alanna didn't stifle the soft, needy moan that escaped her or the slight flex of her hips into his hand. She longed to have his hand dive beneath the covering, to be fucked senseless all over again. It felt like she hardly thought of anything else these days.

"Will you give me the R rated answer in your bedroom?" She asked him, unable to hide the lustful graze in her tone.

"Because, of course, I want that answer Coach...more than anything."

She punctuated her words with a firmer thrust of her hips against his hand. Oddly enough, a bed was probably the only place they hadn't fucked yet and typically the most traditional. Alanna longed to see how he could twist her on a bed and bring her to her peak. His massage had released so much tension and pain that she thought she could handle some more now. It made it easier to go along with her body's primal urges.

 

[LitShark]

Niko smiled as Alanna leaned into the shift in tone, both figuratively and literally. He matched her lustful gaze and answered her unspoken plea—slipping the sodden scrap of red velvet way from her hot, weeping sex. She wanted R rated. She wanted him to treat her like the powerful athlete she was.

He did so, without hesitation.

Niko shoved his middle and ring fingers inside of her tight, clenching pussy. His age made his fingers rough and irregular, thicker at the knuckle joints and stippled with coarse hairs in-between. The heel of his hand pressed just below her naval as his thick fingers thrashed around from fierce motion from his arm. His other hand grasped the back of her neck tightly, pulling her into a deep and aggressive kiss.

He gripped her like a bowling ball, fingers curling and thrusting inside her as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. His tongue dueled with hers as he carried her back to his room, leaving a trail of dripping arousal in their wake.

Niko’s fingers made a wet sucking noise as he tossed her onto his large, comfortable bed, releasing his ambitious grip on her internals, letting her fall free of them. He wasted no time stripping himself free of his Team USA Polo and shrugging out of his sweats. Niko grasped her ankles in each hand and bent her up like a pretzel again, just as she might have anticipated. He pushed her feet into the bed above her shoulders and began push them together behind her neck. His muscled shoulders flexed as he tried hard to make the soles of her feet press together behind her neck.

“The R-rated answer is that I like fucking young, flexible gymnasts. I crave the kind of control that I’m given as a coach and I don’t have the capacity to settle for less. In my own way I fall in love with every girl I train. In my way, I love you, too.”

Before she even saw his hard cock, she felt it sinking balls deep into her. He wasn’t being gentle with her in the slightest, he knew she could take it. She was awfully spry for the end of the night, he made a mental note to increase her cardio routine to intermediate the next day.

“When you’re on top of the world, when you’re a champion, others will see you as I do and you’ll move on to someone more fitted to your age and level of attractiveness. That’s the great tragedy of my life, is that I help young women to grow out of me and move on. They end up as champions and I end up alone. You will move on as well when we’re done. You need to remain resolute. I am not the prize—I am merely the coach. If I do my job, your prize won’t be a sweaty tryst with an old man. Your prize will be immortality.”

His hips moved faster, belying the strength and athleticism still present in the “old man’s” body. The word, “immortality” awakened his own competitive fire. He couldn’t do a round off, he couldn’t stick a double-back gainer—but his legacy continued to grow.

“I’m teaching you a new method to anchor yourself when you’re seeking balance—when you want a landing to stick—” Niko went extra deep here, pushing her legs further behind her head, “a new way to clench and hold. Clench and hold for me now. Stick it…”

Niko pulled his hips back, opposing her clenching as he drew back to the crest of his head before driving in again—

“Stick it.”

The same drill, faster.

“Stick it!”

The headboard was banging the wall as Niko drilled the skill again and again. Her feet were now pressed flush against each other behind her neck. His hips bounced her off of the plush mattress again and again. Faster and faster.

“Stick it! Stick it! Stick it!”

 

[monique_minx]

He wasn't gentle. He wasn't soft. His hands were coarse and calloused. His fingers were thick and stubby and they barely fit when they stabbed into her sex. Alanna liked it all the more that he didn't apologise for it, that he didn't fumble or stutter, that he didn't dig around like he had no idea what he was looking for. Alanna hadn't had that til now, til him. He forced a guttural moan from her and her craven pussy closed around his fingers. Niko was touching the ache and she was hungry to satisfy it.

His hand on her neck was so strong it might've bruised her but she couldn't care less. Her tongue vibrated in his mouth and she gasped needily against his lips, thrusting her hips up to offer more of herself to him. She barely realised they were in motion when he collected her from the chair, her tongue still in his mouth, his still in hers, prodding each other with some sticky fervour. The only sign Alanna had that they'd moved was that his fingers sunk deeper as he used her cunt as part of that leverage, it bruised her pelvic bone but she didn't give a fuck. She just wanted him to fill her, to satisfy the ache. The deeper, the better.

He tossed her bodily onto the bed like a lightweight rag doll where she bounced and laid on her back. She watched him strip down, biting on her lip to grant herself a modicum of patience. And then he gripped her ankles and dragged them up until she was folded in half and she had to breathe into the strain of it as he forced her feet together behind her head.

His R rated answer caught her by surprise to some extent, she hadn't expected him to define love like that. In fact she hadn't expected him to use that word at all, he'd seemed to be too stoic for love. Alanna didn't know if she, herself, loved him or if she was yet confusing really good sex for it. Her wide eyes defined her surprise and they only widened further when Niko sunk his cock straight into her with absolutely no fanfare - or even a warning.

"Oh fuck!" Alanna cried and arched her back, wrapping her hands around his wrists where they held her ankles together.

The thought was almost forgotten but Niko reminded her, he told her that she didn't want him, that she wanted what awaited when he was done with her training, when he was done with her. She knew that was probably true somewhere deep in her brain but it was fucking buried by her ravenous need for his cock in that particular moment.

And somehow he managed to turn that into a sort of lesson which might've been amusing in another setting or discussion but he practically hilted as deep as he could until Alanna was sure he was bottoming out against her cervix. Niko pressed her legs further and she clutched his wrists tighter, her back was arching so her breasts strained against the red cloth of her leotard, giving her nipples a clear silhouette against the taut fabric.

"Nnnnghhhffuck!" She gasped out in response to the pressure, the fullness and the thrumming need in her sex.

She was panting lightly as her body was exerting itself in so many places, then he told her to clench and hold him. She clamped him without thinking, her kegel muscles desperate to retain their prize. He still managed to slide backwards from her and his violent drive forward forced those muscles to loosen. Hell, it forced Alanna to forget her own name.

He repeated the words and her body responded without ever receiving a conscious brain signal. Then he did it over and over and Alanna's moans became cries that became screams.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" She begged him as she felt the burn building inside her cunt.

She was holding him for dear life, ignoring the banging of the headboard as it slammed into the wall so hard it was a wonder they didn't break through it. Ignoring the squelching of her gushing pussy as it lubricated him over and over. Ignoring the fact that her body practically bounced like a ball on a trampoline off the bed and into him like she wanted him to stab her to death with just his dick.

And despite being folded in half, her head still managed to go back far enough to almost see halfway down the headboard as she came. The heat spread outward from her cunt like a wave washing over her and it made her sweat. It made her scream. It brought tears to her fucking eyes. It made her incoherent and unintelligible. And she didn't give a fuck.

"Ohgodohgodohgod!" Her voice pitched extra high at the end as she shattered.