Bodybuilder Conned
Bodybuilder Enrico Vinchenzo borrowed some money from EeeZee Dosh to set up his business. Like so many he's fallen behind with his payments and the women have sent a team to strip his gym of anything of value. But unlike their other clients, Enrico isn't about to take it lying down - he intends to make the women give his stuff back. Little does he realise who he's dealing with. His muscle is no match for their brains...
Edina is speaking to one of their customers on the phone: "I'm sorry Mr Majors but you should have paid us yesterday. With interest you now owe another £1,000 and it'll carry on going up the longer you delay. Have a good day now!"
She turns to her colleague Linda. "Well that's another grand to add to the pot! Looks like we're going to have another bumper year," she says with a sly smile.
"And I've just put Mr Dawson's rate up again - so he'll end up owing us three times as much as he borrowed! I think I'm going to buy myself a new car with my commission," responds Linda.
"How's it going ladies?" Asks Sandra their boss - striding confidently into the office.
"Thanks to all the suckers out there we're going to easily beat our targets for the month," answers Linda and the women all have a good laugh at the expense of their gullible customers.
Suddenly the door flies open and a man enters - scanning the room with a furious look on his face. He's surprised to see a bunch of women. He'd assumed it would be men behind such a company. Good - that'll make things easier.
The women notice him and freely eye him up and down. He's certainly a BIG specimen of man - they wonder what he wants. And more importantly what they can get out of him.
"You bitches sent the bailiffs to my gym!" He bellows - seeking to intimidate them. "They're taking all my equipment and I want it back. NOW!"
"Certainly. We'll gladly do what you say," says Sandra, silencing him - he wasn't expecting them to give in so soon.
"Of course. I can make a call and the bailiffs will return everything. No problem," says Linda smoothly. Edina covers her mouth, trying not to laugh - knowing full well what her colleagues are up to.
"Then pick the fucking phone up and make the call," he shouts - unable to work out why the women keep smiling and laughing at him. Don't they realise he's serious?
"I will do," continues Linda, "you just need to pay us what you owe. Plus interest. We can do it right now - we just need a credit card. That'll be £18,000 please." Enrico looks at her in puzzlement. He's not very quick on the uptake - being more used to lifting heavy weights than making conversation.
"But I only borrowed £5,000?" He says dumbly - maths not being his strong point either.
"We could maybe come to a <em>special</em> arrangement with him if he can't pay," says Edina suggestively.
"Yes. Yes! Listen to your friend. I can't pay all that money. Perhaps I can give you free gym membership," says Enrico - clutching at straws.
"Oh we don't want anything like that," says Edina as she and Linda get up. "We have something a lot more... <em>personal</em> in mind than some personal training."
"If you want us to call the bailiffs and have them return your stuff, you'll have to do <em>exactly</em> what we say. Otherwise you'll lose everything," adds Sandra. Enrico senses something is amiss but doesn't yet realise quite how much trouble he's in.
The women surround and take hold of him. "You're going to repay us in kind," the woman continues.
"Hey! What do you mean?" He asks looking from one to the other. But Linda merely smiles at him as the women feel his firm body through his t-shirt.
"What the?" He begins - as the women start to pull his t-shirt up over his head.
"You won't be needing this anymore," says Sandra. Enrico isn't sure how to react - he's never encountered women like this before.
"You belong to us now," says Edina, "we're claiming you as an asset. But first we need to assess your value."
Enrico looks daggers at them, still not following. The anger seethes inside him but at the same time, he's aware that unless the women make the call, he'll be ruined.
They boldly caress his muscled torso as though judging him.
"I bet he's very strong," says Linda, "he could be useful for manual work."
They make him flex his biceps and Linda rakes her nails across his bare flesh. "But muscle men are ten a penny," says Sandra, "that would barely make him worth £100."
"This had better be over quick," he spits, "you need to call those men before they take everything."
"He really doesn't understand does he?" Says Sandra to Linda. Edina has an idea and takes some things out of the stationery drawer. "What are you going to do with that?" Asks Enrico, suddenly nervous.
She shows what's in her hands to her colleagues and they all burst out laughing, realising what she has in mind for their hapless victim.
She grabs Enrico's nipple and opens the bulldog clip.
She clamps it down tight and lets go leaving it attached to his chest.
She reaches over to do the other side.
Enrico lets out a cry of shock as he experiences an intense pain from his clamped nipples.
It really hurts but he's far too macho to say anything, even when Edina flicks one of the clips.
Linda has a go too. The big man is impotent to do anything about it but the look of hatred on his face is clear to see.
"Leave me alone you fucking bitches!" He says as the women unbutton his trousers and start to pull them down. But dumb though he is, he realises that he has no power to make them stop.
They cheerfully ignore him and whip his trousers down to reveal his tight white underpants.
"Do I have to keep reminding you that you're our plaything?" Asks Edina, giving his nipple clips another flick.
She grabs hold of his underwear and pulls to emphasise the bulge. "I wonder if he'll have a small cock like most bodybuilders?" She says.
Sandra runs her fingers over Enrico's crotch. "Doesn't feel like there's much there to me. But maybe he'll surprise us," she replies.
"FUCK YOU, YOU CUNT!" Bellows Enrico but none of the women are intimidated by his bluster and Edina merely blows him a kiss.
"I'll get you back for this," he says, "I'll get you <em>all</em> back." But the woman isn't impressed and grins as she continues to tease his nipples.
"Let's find out what he's got for us down below shall we ladies?" Says Linda, and she and Edina take the waistband of Enrico's pants and pull - revealing the tip of his penis.
They give a yank and suddenly his meaty penis and testicles spill out into view causing the women to gasp with excitement.
"Blimey! It's a big one that's for sure! That'll add at least £50 to his value," says Edina in mock awe. "Not a bad start," agrees Sandra, "but he's got a long way to go yet before he repays all that he owes us..."
Sandra, Linda and Edina aren't in the least bit scared of Enrico. They know that they have him over a barrel and there's nothing he can do about it. His strength and bluster cannot get him out of the situation he's got himself in. They've offered him a way out - to repay the debt in kind - with his body. Now they busy themselves scrutinising him to see how much he's worth to them.
Having exposed Enrico's thick, heavy penis, Linda and Edina start to pull his underpants all the way down.
Enrico seethes with anger at the liberties the women are taking. But he's not so dumb as to think he can fight them off.
He knows that every second he spends in the office, more of his equipment will be taken from his gym. He must resist his urge to retaliate and hope they get this 'evaluation' over with as quickly as possible.
"Come on, hurry up. Get a move on," he says with frustration. But the women have no intention of rushing what is proving to be a very pleasurable task.
"Nice to see he doesn't have a shrivelled up little cock. I'm pleasantly surprised," says Edina, running her finger down the man's chunky penis.
Linda and Sandra agree and all of them reach in to touch the weighty organ that's in front of them.
"You know," says Edina thoughtfully, "some women would pay good money for a go with Enrico here. Perhaps we should consider pimping him out?"
"He's certainly got the equipment for it. We'd have to work on his attitude of course. And his over-developed muscles won't be to everyone's tastes," she continues.
"There is no fucking way I'm doing it with ugly bitches for money," says Enrico defiantly. "Oh, but you don't have a choice," replies Sandra sweetly.
Enrico curses them silently. He finds it incredibly difficult to just stand there and take what they are saying and doing to him.
He cannot hide it any longer and bursts out: "I'm going to fucking ruin you all for doing this to me," he spits.
"I'll find out where you live. I'll get you when you least expect it." He rages, unable to control himself.
But his threats fall on deaf ears. The women have the power to completely destroy someone if he crosses them. Enrico's words are meaningless.
Instead they busy themselves evaluating the man's penis and testicles - which involves manhandling them whilst openly discussing them in front of him.
Edina bats it with her hand, sending it flying up into the air. "I reckon this is going to be the most valuable part of him. Shame what it's attached to isn't so impressive," she says mockingly.
She slaps it up hard against his stomach, enjoying playing with the meaty appendage.
She lets it go and it flops down heavily, bobbing about before coming to rest. Everything the women do is insulting to Enrico who is inordinately proud of his body.
Linda reaches up to flick the clips on his nipple which only adds insult to injury.
Edina does the other side knowing that the big man would like nothing more than to rip her to shreds.
Instead, despite the pain and humiliation, Enrico must allow the women to do with him as they please. It's a very unpleasant thing for such a naturally dominant man.
Linda grabs his cock in her hand and pumps away on it. Already it's become hard - which the women all comment on.
"Let's turn him around and see how much we think his arse could fetch," she says - letting go all of a sudden.
"Hey! What? No!" He blusters as the woman spin him around.
Between them they bend him over so they can get access to his most private part of all.
He can feel their hands on his muscular buttocks and for the first time, feels a little uncertain.
They pull his cheeks apart and stare at his puckered ring. They are fully aware that such an act will be abhorrent to a man such as Enrico.
Enrico swears profusely - making more threats against the women. But he starts to realise just how ineffective they are as he feels the tip of a finger being pressed against his sphincter.
Sandra does the honours. She starts to slide her finger into Enrico's arse.
This is one muscle that no amount of working out can strengthen and there's absolutely nothing he can do to prevent her from penetrating him.
"FUCK!" He says over and over again - as he experiences a sharp stabbing pain that he's completely unprepared for.
It feels like something much larger than just a lady's finger is being jammed into his backside.
The women laugh with delight at his reaction.
"So much for the big macho bodybuilder!" Exclaims Linda - prompting fresh fits of laugher from her colleagues.
"Go on Sandra, fuck his arse with your finger," the woman encourages.
Sandra pulls her finger out and rams it back in gleefully.
"Not sure we'd get much for his arse. it looks pretty slack to me," says Edina.
"You CUNTS! I'll hurt you you for this," bellows Enrico. Edina reaches round and shoves his head down to tell him to shut up.
"Yeah - you're right Edina," says Sandra. "I'm not even touching the sides with one finger." So saying she slides her digit out of his backside giving him a moment of relief.
"I think it's going to take <em>two</em> fingers before I can even feel anything," she says.
Enrico gasps in shock and pain. He considers himself a tough guy - but this is more intense than anything he's ever experienced in his life before. Suddenly the loud-mouthed man is made fully aware of just what it's like to be afraid of women...
Naked, on his hands and knees and with a group of women clustered around his arse, bodybuilder Enrico is experiencing a pain like none he's ever known. As Sandra rams her fingers in and out of his rectum it feels like he is being split in two! He had no idea women could be so vicious. But this is the only way he can repay his debt - so he must keep himself under control no matter what indignities he has to endure.
Sandra continues to fuck the helpless bodybuilder with her fingers, revelling in the bellows of agony coming from him.
There's something thrilling about penetrating such a dangerous beast - knowing that he would happily rip her head off if he could.
"I don't think his arsehole is worth very much do you?" Pipes up Linda. "It's far too slack!"
The women squawk with laughter - making Enrico launch into a fresh string of obscenities and threats.
"I'll punish all of you! I swear! You fucking evil whores," he shouts. But deep down he knows he's totally powerless to get any sort of revenge.
Sandra relentlessly plunges her fingers in and out, egged on by her colleagues who want to see the big man suffer as much as possible. They are all well aware that such an act is incredibly debasing for a proud heterosexual man.
Just as Enrico feels he cannot take any more, the woman yanks her digits out of his backside - which is painful in itself.
They allow him to get up and he stands there warily. "Awww, did we hurt your bum hole?" Asks Linda mockingly, stroking his cheek.
He seethes impotently as the women show no signs of letting him go.
They make him put his hands on his head. "Since we'd get so little for your arse, we'll have to see if there's another way to make you pay," says Sandra.
She crouches down in front of him. "I wonder... perhaps your sperm might be of value? Assuming you're able to produce some for us of course," she continues.
Edina reaches and takes hold of Enrico's penis in her hand and Linda starts to stroke his testicles.
It slowly dawns on Enrico what they intend to do: wank him off!
Being milked without his permission is a massive insult. But he has no control over his dick, which starts to respond to Edina's attentions almost immediately.
To his anger and shame it becomes hard in her firm grip - and there's nothing he can do to stop it.
"Not so threatening now I've got his dick in my hand is he?" Laughs Edina. Enrico is still furious, but also in shock at how the women have so easily overpowered him.
"I think he's close," says Edina. "Here Linda, you finish him off. I hear that's your speciality."
Linda takes over and pumps away on Enrico's engorged penis. He starts to grunt as a nagging sensation builds up deep inside.
He hollers aloud as the orgasm explodes in him. It takes both Linda and Edina to control his penis that writhes around like a snake.
He ejaculates copiously, experiencing a sense of release from all his pent up aggression.
The orgasm fills his mind and he momentarily forgets all the pain and humiliation at the hands of the women.
Sandra holds out her open palm to collect all of Enrico's precious ejaculate.
Eventually the torrent subsides and Linda squeezes the last few drips into Sandra's hand.
"There we go!" Exclaims Sandra. "A good sample of sperm for us to use."
She stands up and brings her palm up to Enrico's face and he looks at it with disgust. "And packed full of protein - just what a bodybuilder needs," she continues.
Without warning she shoves her hand over Enrico's open mouth and empties the sticky white mess into it.
He gags as he tastes his own semen for the first time. Sandra makes sure every bit of it goes into his mouth or is smeared on his lips.
Linda holds her fingers up - moist with Enrico's jizz.
"Lick it all off," she orders and he makes himself do so even though he starts to feel sick to his stomach as the slimy deposit slides down his throat..
He goes to say something but Linda silences him. "Shhh," she says, "Sandra has got an important call to make."
Sandra picks up the phone and calls the bailiffs at Enrico's gym. "Oh hi!" She says brightly, "It's Sandra here. You can put Mr Vinchenzo's stuff back. We've worked out a payment plan with him."
"There," she says, returning to the group, "just as we promised." Enrico looks at her distrustfully. "I can go?" He wonders out loud.
"You can't walk out with those things on your tits," says Edina and catching him by surprise, smacks one of the bulldog clips with her hand.
Enrico cries out - the pain taking him by surprise.
Edina slaps the other one cruelly, as if to remind him just who is in charge.
He doubles up in agony, clutching at his chest. Just when he thought these women couldn't shock him anymore!
Linda reaches over and yanks off one of the clips.
Edina does the other. Although it's a relief to have them removed, he feels his nipples throbbing and knows they will be sore for weeks to come.
He pulls away from the women. Enrico has had enough and wants out of this office. "You evil cunts," he hisses.
Not even bothering to collect his clothes he makes for the door, stopping to turn around and deliver one final threat: "I never want to see any of your ugly faces EVER AGAIN!" He says, incandescent with fury.
He flings the door open and marches out. Despite his show of defiance he's more relieved than he'd ever admit to be getting away from the three women.
"So," says Linda, "I think we're all happy with Mr Vinchenzo's payment plan." She tries to hide her giggles as she continues: "he must visit us here in the office every week until the debt is fully paid. Which by my calculations should take just under one year." Poor Enrico thought he'd seen the back of the women at <em>EeeZee Dosh</em> - but it looks like today is just the first of many...
