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Power of Gold 01

By: jacque_adore



1 - An Olympic tale

Authors Note,

This story was inspired by the London 2012 Olympics. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. All characters in the story are created by myself and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

I'd love to hear your feedback, I have more parts planned so if you enjoy it and want to read more then please let me know.

Chapter 1 - Selection.

The phone rang on Demi's desk shattering her out of her day dream, she reached down and answered it.

"I don't know how you did it, but you made it through! You got selected," the voice on the end of the phone said without even a greeting.

Demi's knew what the voice meant and her heart leapt, this was the call she'd been waiting for, she'd succeeded she'd been selected for the Olympic Swimming team and she would get to defend her gold medal. The voice on the phone was her coach, Tara, a woman who'd been training her since she first joined the swimming team so many years ago.

"You realise that you were probably only selected because of your Gold medal don't you," Tara said.

Demi smiled, Tara was always hard on her, even the day she'd won the Gold Medal she had given her a brief smile before telling her to enjoy it because they'd be back in the pool training the next day.

Demi made a "mmhmm," noise just to show Tara that she was paying attention.

"Good, cause your times have been slipping young lady and we need to get you back up the peak that you had in the last Olympics."

"Yes coach," she said with her mind wandering. She knew she hadn't been hitting her previous times, and she knew with the young athletes coming through, especially the American star Amber she'd beaten her for gold and Amber had taken it very personally, especially in a later race when Amber had been disqualified for for doping.

Her coach continued to berate her for a few more minutes, then suddenly she said a quick good bye and then hung up. Obviously Tara felt that she'd said what needed to be said. Demi smiled and placed her phone on her desk. She could tell her coach was happy, she knew Tara well enough to be able to see through her abuse. "So I've made the team" she thought in disbelief. She couldn't quite believe she'd done it. "I'll have to make this opportunity count."

Demi opened up the email program on her reception desk computer with the intention of writing an email to her manager explaining that she would need time off for training.

She got as far as the first line when the phone rang, it was an internal call and Demi wondered if she was about to be told off for using her mobile phone in work.

"Demi," the CEO of the company voice said to her, he sounded happy, this was a good start. "I've just been told that you've been selected for the Olympic Swimming Team, why didn't you tell us?" 

"Er.. to be honest sir, I only just found out myself," she said.

"Well this is great news, I hope that you know that R.M.E. will give you all the support you need, time off, transport, anything," he said eagerly.

"That's very kind sir," Demi said happily.

"Excellent, and are you represented by any one yet Demi?"

"Represented sir?" Demi asked.

"Yes it terms of your media appearances and all that sort of stuff," the CEO said.

"Well I wasn't sure I needed anything like that," Demi said trying to decline politely.

"Nonsense Demi, this is the modern world, PR is as important to an athlete as it is to a reality TV star. You play this right and you'll be able to make a proper career for yourself," the CEO added.

"I've got a proper career sir," Demi said politely.

"Well we can give you a better career that working the reception desk Demi, we'll make you a house hold name for years to come. So do you agree?"

Demi paused and bit her lip, "I'm not sure sir," she said quietly.

"Well are you already represented?" he asked.

"Well no sir, but..."

"Excellent, I'll send Jarvis down with the contract, Of course any chance you have to mention R.M.E. won't be forgotten," he added.

Demi sighed, she'd forgotten about the press, no doubt she'd have to pose for pictures just like she had after she'd won the gold first time around. Probably in gold tasteless clothes again.

The CEO continued, "Well I knew that you'd want to announce your section so I've arranged for the local paper to come and take your picture. They said they'd arrive in the next hour or two. I've arranged cover for you so you can run home and pick up whatever you need for the photographs."

Here it was, the whirlwind of publicity, the hype, all seemingly designed to distract her from training. It had been bad enough for her last time and this time it seemed like it would be worse. She'd heard about the fuss made of gold medallists. Some athletes loved the attention and some hated it. She was definitely the latter.

"Oh one more thing, the paper asked if you had anything gold to wear," the CEO added.

X

Chapter 2 – Distractions

With the Olympic only a six months away instead of being in a swimming pool training Demi found herself in another photography studio changing into another ridiculous Gold outfit. She'd started off appearing on TV, she'd hated that. R.M.E. had said she'd come across shy, and she would have to work on sounding more confident. Demi had tried to argue that she didn't want to be on TV anyway but they didn't listen. Thankfully the TV appearances petered out and she was just doing the occasional TV advert and then they stopped. She'd been happy at this point, convinced that R.M.E. would let her concentrate on training, that is when the magazine shoots had started.

Every photo session turned out to be a battle of wills, time and time some sleazy photographer would dress her in a slutty shiny gold outfit and then try and convince her to reveal more and more to the camera. She detested it, sure she got money from the sessions, but she'd already had enough to live on. She needed to be training, not posing. 

Demi's boyfriend, Chris on the other hand seemed to love it. She'd been dating Chris since she'd been in school with him. He would collect every one of the magazines she appeared in. He'd buy two copies of each magazine, one to keep untouched, the other to cut out all of the pictures and put them in a scrap book. Demi couldn't bring herself to even look at the pictures. She thought she looked disgusting. Why couldn't people just let her swim? 

"Are you ready?" came the impatient voice from outside the small changing room, well changing room was too good a description for the room, small toilet would have been a more accurate. Demi looked up at the lady who was doing her make up. 

The makeup lady nodded, gave her a pitying look and then rubbed a hand on her shoulder in support. 

Demi took a big deep breath and then with the Olympic Gold Medal around her neck she stood shakily in the thigh high gold shiny boots and gave herself one last look in the mirror.

She'd been given a pair of low waist gold shorts, and a matching halter neck bikini top, which tied together behind her back and had a zip down the front. To finish the outfit off she'd been provided with a pair of gold thigh high boots which were at least one size too small for her. Thankfully she'd been given a pair of long black socks under the boots, but that was the only item of underclothing she'd been allowed to wear.

With a large sigh she gathered her strength together and stepped into the studio ready to do battle.

X

Dennis looked at the back of his camera, he'd put a little sticker with the models name on it, he could never remember their names.

He'd never heard of this girl before, apparently she'd won a gold medal for swimming. She looked a little busty to be any sort of Olympic athlete but he wasn't going to argue with the pay cheque.

This girl had a great body and an ok face, but she was shy and it showed in the photographs. She was making him work really hard to get any decent pictures. "Why is she wasting my time if she doesn't want to be here?" he thought. He had a waiting list of girls that wanted to work with him and here was this ungrateful bitch using up his studio time.

"Lie back on that sofa Demi," he said as calmly as possible. "Yes on your back, just like that." 

He watched as the blonde obeyed his orders slowly. He'd teach her a thing or two about wasting his time.

"Ok, now pull down the zipper on the front of that top, don't worry it won't undo, it's properly fixed."

When the busty blonde had complied and her sizable floppy tits had separated and formed a deep cleavage he took a couple of pictures and then he set to work properly.

"Now lift up your right leg up high into the air, show the readers how flexible you are."

As the blonde complied Dennis watched as the tight gold lame material stretched out over the athletes cunt. The outlines of her pussy lips were clearly visable. He began snapping away furiously.

"Are you sure this looks ok?" the athlete asked nervously.

"Actually you've got a bit of camel toe there..... Demi, could you pull the waist band of your shorts up a bit." Dennis asked cheekily.

The blonde did as she was instructed and she pulled the shorts up, they started to pull up causing them to ride up into her cunt, causing the fabric of the shorts between her legs to become a narrow strip.

"That is excellent, can you pull any further?" Dennis asked snapping away making sure to get the athlete's face and medal in the photograph along with her barely concealed cunt.

The blonde athlete pulled harder and then winced.

"It's kind of uncomfortable," she said, "are you sure it looks ok? I am fully covered aren't I?" she asked.

Dennis smiled as kindly as he could, "just a bit further please," he asked.

The blonde athlete did as she was told and pulled the golden shorts further up into her cunt. Her bald pussy lips were now visible either side of the tiny strip of gold fabric. 

"That's great... Demi, now if you could put both legs in the air and lift your butt up that would be good and then we'll be spent." Dennis promised.

The completely naive blonde pulled her legs up high into the air and lifted her bottom up, now he could almost see the athletes asshole as well. 

"Whoops, I can see a little bit too much there, could you pull the shorts to the right a bit and make yourself decent," Dennis tried hard to hide his excitement.

The posing athlete did as she was told pulling the gold shorts shorts to her right. In one move Demi, wearing her Gold Medal exposed her cunt and asshole to the manipulative photographer.

The sound of the rapid fire camera echoed around the room as Dennis got his money shot.

X

"I don't get it, I just don't get it," Amber said flinging the latest copy of Pro magazine across the room in disgust. 

Amber's trainer followed the discarded magazine with his eyes as it slapped against the wall of lockers and then slid to the floor.

"Why do they keep publishing articles and pictures about that big great fat has been, what has she got that I haven't got? Why do they keep parading her round in Gold outfits, rubbing all of our noses in the fact that she won the Gold medal. How big an ego does that bitch have? Does she really think that appearing in every magazine is going to increase her chances of winning, or does she think that she'll have some sort of career as a fat glamour model? I thought the British were supposed to be dignified and yet here she is parading herself around. It makes me so mad. That medal should have been mine," Amber said without looking at her trainer once.

"Well you were discounted for drugs," the trainer said quietly.

"Well that was a mistake, everyone knows that was a mistake, and I'm sorry, my ban has been overturned and now nothing can stop me winning that medal." Amber ranted.

"Well you'll have to actually beat Demi first," the trainer pointed out.

"You and I both know that won't be hard, we've both seen that training video of her, and we have her competitive times. The reason the GB committee haven't run her in any of the competitions this year is they know she's a has been. She's only in the Olympic team so that she can defend her Gold Medal."

"You know that's not how it works Amber, someone obviously believes in her or she wouldn't be on the British team. Plus she has one of the best trainers in the business," the trainer commented.

"Well I have the best trainer in the business. But you are right, I think I'm going to give myself a bit of an advantage," Amber said forming an evil smile.

"You aren't going to do anything stupid are you?" the trainer said a worried tone in her voice.

Amber wasn't listening she'd already flipped open her phone and was going through her numbers. She found the number she wanted and put the phone to her ear.

"Hi Liz," Amber said and without for a reply she continued, "you know you said you were at that LA party the other week and met that Dean James dude, well did you get his number?"

X

Chapter 3 – A Handsome Stranger

"Come on Demi, you can do better than that," Tara screamed at Demi from the edge of the Olympic Training pool. "Come on, where is that speed? Concentrate!"

Tara shook her head, Demi's performance so far on the whole training had been way off, she was a shadow of her former self. Demi wasn't even in the top ten of the UK swimming athletes let alone a contender to win the Gold medal. Last time Demi had been more focused, more driven and less distracted.

Tara had tried everything, she'd sent Demi's boyfriend home, away from her. Getting rid of sex usually had a way of improving Demi's performances. But it hadn't worked. It had just made Demi even more like a lost sheep that was being guided around by other people. It was as if she had no desire to be competing.

All the photo shoots that Demi was doing weren't helping either, they weren't helping her concentration. They were also hyping her up as a gold medal contender which judging by her performance in the pool was going to lead to disappointment for everyone. 

Tara had tried speaking to Demi, tried finding out what was wrong, but she hadn't got far, it wasn't her. She could do the demanding rough trainer but being a shoulder to cry on was not something she was comfortable with. She knew she had to try and do something or else this whole debacle would be the end of her and Demi's careers.

Demi was starting to climb out of the pool, she was looking around the room completely unfocused. "Maybe it's time to get the boyfriend back," Tara found herself thinking.

"Excuse me are you Tara?" an American voice said politely from behind her.

Tara turned and looked at the owner of the voice. He was a clean, cute, fresh faced man in his mid twenties. He was slightly taller than Tara, he had tidy dark hair and a chiselled jaw. He was wearing tight blue jeans with a smart shirt and a suit jacket over the top. Despite the heat in the Olympic pool he didn't seem to be sweating.

"Yes, that's me," Tara said realising she was gawping at him.

The man smiled kindly, he was obviously used to women checking him out and gave Tara a few seconds to recover before speaking.

"Hi there, I'm Deen James," he said as he held out his hand.

Tara shook it and looked into Deen's eyes, they were smiling. "Deen, can I help you."

"Well yeah, I was wondering if you could tell me where Miss Scott's changing room is?" he said releasing her hand.

"May I ask why you want to know where her changing room is?" Tara said a bit defensively all of a sudden. "If you want an interview you should know you have to go through R.M.E," Tara said thinking him to be a reporter.

Deen's eyes suddenly looked past Tara and over her shoulder, his smile widened and his eyes opened fractionally as if in surprise then they narrowed slightly with the unmistakable look of attraction. Behind her Tara could hear wet feet approaching.

"No, it's nothing like that," Deen began and quickly tailed off his mind obviously elsewhere, Tara turned to see what he was looking at. Approaching and removing her swimming cap was Demi. At that moment Demi looked up and her eyes locked on to Deen, she smiled quickly and then looked down to the floor, her cheeks flushing.

Tara looked back at Deen. He was still smiling and he was checking out every inch of her in her skin tight swimming suit, "Ok so you like her, and she likes you, but who are you?" Tara asked herself wondering what was going on, would this Mr James be a threat or an asset?

"Aherm," Tara said getting Deen's attention back on her, "you were telling me who you were?" Tara said as she felt Demi move up next to her. 

"Oh yes, sorry," Deen said, "I'm here to do Demi's Sports Massage,"

Tara looked confused, "What happened to Bryoni?" she asked.

"Oh, there was some scheduling conflicts and I got called up, I hope you don't mind." Deen said.

"Oh my," Tara said, "Well it's quite unusual to have a male sports masseur, but I guess it's up to Demi."

Both Tara and Deen turned to look at Demi waiting for an answer. 

Instead of her normal reaction when put on the spot of flinching, blushing or looking down, Demi looked straight into Deen's eyes and replied.

"That would be lovely."

X

Demi smiled at James as they entered the small private changing room together, there was a table in the middle. Boy was he hot. Like really really hot. He was slightly shorter than her and she didn't normally go for short guys, but he had such intensity about him. He had stubble and was wearing jeans and yet still looked smart and tidy. He was a really good looking man, but he also seemed nice, he wasn't arrogant, she wasn't used to that.

"Would you like me to step out whilst you shower and get ready?" Deen asked politely.

Demi looked at him wondering if he actually liked her, how would she be able to tell, what were the signs? It had been so long Demi wasn't sure she'd be able to remember.

"It's ok," Demi said, "you'll see most of me in a moment anyway, and I'm kind of used to stripping off in front of strangers now," she said honestly.

"You are?" Deen asked with surprise in his voice.

"Yeah, I keep getting sent on all these stupid photo shoots by my agent." Demi said turning her back to Deen and sliding the straps of her costume over her shoulders. "Sorry I should explain, I normally work for a PR company as a receptionist, and when they heard that I was going to be on the Olympic Swimming team they decided to make themselves my agents. Ever since then I've had to parade myself in front of photographers."

"You enjoy it though right?" Deen said.

Demi looked over her shoulder, he was trying to concentrate on laying out his towels and lotions but obviously couldn't stop looking at her. "Maybe he does like me," she thought to herself.

"Are you kidding?" she replied, "No I hate it, it so isn't me, I've never liked having my picture taken, and so many of the pictures just look gross."

Demi carried on looking at Deen and his eyes met hers.

"Oh wow, I was told you were a proper media grabbing attention whore," he said with a teasing laugh.

Demi was shocked for a moment,. She'd never been called a whore before! Deen obviously hadn't meant it in a malicious way though, he'd smiled, so he was obviously joking.

"No, that isn't me at all, I wish I hadn't had to do any shoots at all." Demi laughed relaxing slightly. she looked to the front and resumed pulling off the tight costume.

"You must have got some good outfits from it though," Deen said.

"Well yeah next time I ever want to wear a gold shiny outfit I have a whole wardrobe full of stuff," Demi said without looking back.

"Not a fan of gold clothes?" Deen asked still with playfulness in his voice.

"You could say that."


Power of Gold 01



"It's a shame, some of it looked really hot on you," Deen replied.

Now topless Demi looked over her shoulder at Deen she was slightly surprised, "was he being serious? Did he actually think she looked hot in some of the shoots, maybe he does like me?" Demi asked herself.

"Which ones?" Demi said testing him.

Deen smiled and put down his bottles and turned to look at her properly, "Oh I think my favourite one was just you and a couch you wearing gold shorts, boots and halter top."

Demi shuddered inside, bad memories coming to mind.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Deen said concern in his voice.

"No, not at all, just that shoot turned out to be a bit of a disaster," Demi said.

"Oh really, the pictures looked good to me," Deen replied with an honest tone.

Demi couldn't help smiling despite the bad memory. 

"Ok lets just say some of the pictures that weren't released were a bit revealing," Demi said.

"Got a bit carried away did you?" Deen joked, "Boy what I wouldn't give to see those pictures."

Demi snorted with laughter.

"That is so inappropriate, you totally can't say things like that! You are supposed to be my masseur. And for your information I didn't get carried away, I got tricked." She said, her smile fading before adding, "And anyway you get to see the real thing in a moment." Demi didn't know where that last line had come from when had she become such an outrageous flirt?

"You make some good points there," Deen said with a smile in his voice. He was quiet for a moment, "I'll have to make a note that you're easy to trick."

"Oh my god," Demi said with a huge smile as she turned her head around once more to look at him, her arm now covering the side of her breasts in case she turned too far. "You totally can't say that either!"

Deen laughed and then said, "Well I just did, are you going to jump in that shower so I can give you a massage?"

Demi's heart was pounding in her chest, beating much faster than it had in the training. "Oh my god, this guy is so cheeky," she said to herself, "Gorgeous and cheeky, what a combination."

"Yes sir," Demi said with a teasing smile, and with the precision of someone who'd taken off her swimming costume in a crowded changing room a million times stripped naked. Without revealing anything to Deen she headed to the shower.

X

Chapter 4 – A change has come.

The water was pounding against her naked chest, god she felt good, so alive. She'd had the most erotic experience of her entire life. Being massaged by a truly beautiful and charming man, who to make things even better was clearly flirting with her. His hands had done her entire body and worked her tense muscles like no massage ever had before. For the first time in years she felt alive, she couldn't wipe the smile from her face.

She couldn't believe they were going to go out, she had relay heats tomorrow morning, yet here she was about to go out for a drink with her masseur. "It's not a date though," she told herself, "He probably isn't that into me, probably acts like that with all of his female clients," she thought as she reached for her razor to give herself a complete shave. 

Her outfit was laid out on the bed, he'd challenged her to wear one of the gold outfits, saying she wasn't brave enough to do it. That had worked out well because she hadn't brought any smart clothes anyway, just training clothes. Of course her agents had sent down lots of clothes for any extra photo shoots so her wardrobe was full of training clothes and slutty gold shiny outfits. Demi had cast her eye over the clothes and chosen a pair of gold leggings and a white smart jumper with a cowl neckline. 

Demi quickly changed into it all preferring to go braless rather than wear an ugly sports bra especially when the jumper wouldn't reveal her shape anyway. She also dispensed with her underwear after seeing the evil panty lines in the mirror. "I don't know why I'm making all this effort just to meet a guy for coffee," Demi told herself. In her heart she knew why.

Demi looked around for footwear, she decided on a pair of comfortable trainers and was about to put them on when there was a knock at the door.

Demi bounced over to the door and opened it wide thinking it was Deen and he had come up to get her. She came face to face with Tara. Demi stepped back and looked deflated once more looking instinctively to the ground. She was sure Tara would forbid her from going out.

"I brought you these," Tara said and held up a pair of gold platform high heels, "I figured you wouldn't have any going out shoes with you."

Demi looked at her surprised and after a moment reached out and took them. "Thank you, but I was going to wear my trainers," Demi said.

"Go with the heels Demi," Tara said softly. Demi looked at her feeling confused. "Don't look like that Demi, I'm not mean all the time, you obviously really like him, he has aroused something in you, your times after his massage was faster than the performance that won you that medal. I don't want to know what happened in that changing room." Demi started to speak but Tara silenced her, "I don't care, it has worked. I think you should do all you can to keep him around. So put on the heels and forget about your boyfriend and go out and have some fun."

"Fuck! My boyfriend," Demi said suddenly remembering Chris, her heart sank and her smile faded. She'd completely forgotten about her boyfriend. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Tara followed her, a look of horror on her face. "I'd actually forgotten about him," Demi said.

Tara put an arm on Demi's shoulder, "Doesn't that tell you something? You seem to spend your whole life doing things to make other people happy, just do something for yourself. Your performances have been poor because you haven't been happy. If Mr James has this effect on you then you should go for it, damn the consequences. Just make sure you're in the pool tomorrow morning at eleven and ready to race." Demi nodded so Tara continued, "So do you know much about him?" she asked unable to hide her concern completely.

Demi looked at Tara wide eyed. "Well he is only a masseur part time, he's qualified and everything," Demi said quickly to avoid Tara judging Deen negatively, "he's volunteered to help at the Olympics in reality he's an actor but apparently acting work is quiet at the moment."

"Has he been in anything I'd know?" Tara asked.

"Apparently he's done some theatre work in America. You know I had the photo shoot tonight that I couldn't get out of, well I told Deen that and he rang the photographer and told them I wouldn't be coming. He was so firm with them that they just backed down."

Tara smiled. "Put on these heels and go out for that coffee, just be careful," she added with a wink.

"Oh Tara," Demi said with a smile, "I don't even know if he likes me."

"You'll have to take the word of an old woman on this," Tara said, "if the look on his face the first time he saw you was anything to go by then trust me, you are going to need to be careful."

X

Deen looked over his coffee cup at Demi, she hadn't stopped smiling since she arrived. She looked amazing, the gold leggings clung to her legs reflecting the light in the café. The leggings were enhanced by the heels that she'd was wearing, they made her tower over him but they made her legs taunt and her butt jut out. 

"So ok, you did swimming cause your mum wanted to, you trained hard cause your coach wanted you to, and you won the gold medal because the country wanted you to, what about what you want, do you want to be an gold medallist?" Deen asked looking at her intensely.

Demi took a sip of her mineral water, "Don't get me wrong, winning that medal was a dream, and I love swimming, but I hate all this attention, I just like being me. When I'm in the pool I'm on my own, I can focus, I can't hear all the people telling me what to do. I'm in charge and I can win, winning is the thing other people want, I just want to swim," she smiled, "does any of that make any sense?"

Deen smiled warmly, "sure it does, you like the swimming, and it just so happens that you are really good at it. Everyone I meet is all about winning, but you don't seem to be bothered about that."

"That's right, no one seems to get that, but well I kind of have to win, if I want to be able to keep swimming semi professionally then I need to get a top three place at these Olympics. I know I've had a bad couple of years, and I know a lot of people want to drop me from the squad, but today for the first time in years I think I can do it, I can keep my dream alive."

Deen grinned and put down his cup he couldn't resist it, he would push his luck, "Why, what changed today?" he asked.

Demi blushed and looked down. Deen thought he might have blown it, then after a moment she looked back, up a confident look on her face and a slight smile at the edge of her lips.

"I might have met someone special today," she said.

"And this person has given you the confidence to win?" he teased unable to stop the smile spreading across his face.

"When this person smiles at me I feel alive and like I can do anything, even win another medal," Demi said with a smile.

"You must like this guy a lot, he sounds pretty amazing," Deen said playing the role of the interested friend but unable to hide his grin.

"He is really amazing, and so modest as well," Demi said fighting her smile.

Deen held up his hands, "You got me, modesty isn't one of my traits."

Demi laughed and leaned forward, "Who said we were talking about you?"

X

Chapter 5 – Sneaking into trouble

"We totally shouldn't be doing this," Demi said as she led Deen through the dark corridors of the Olympic Village, it was late at night, it was also the night before her first Olympic performance and here she was leading a man she'd only met today back to her room. "I could get in so much trouble for this," she added.

Deen looked at her, "It's ok I have a pass," he said holding up his pool pass.

"Will you stop fooling around, this is serious! That will get you into the pool but not the village, it's just lucky that security at this event is so screwed up! If I got caught sneaking you in here then I'd get such a bollocking."

Deen laughed, "well if you want I could always come back another time," he said and pointing over his shoulder.

"Shut up," she said whilst punching his arm, "You are the one that wanted to see me in the Gold shorts and top for real, getting cold feet are you?" she said playfully.

Deen smiled and then his face went serious, "Look I really like you Demi, and I don't want you to get into any trouble for this, I want you to win so you can continue your dreams."

Demi looked at him he looked so concerned and her heart melted a little bit, "Just let me worry about that, we're not going to get caught," she said.

"Ok, but you should know that if I see you in that outfit I might not be able to control myself," Deen replied honestly.

Demi looked him up and down reading his sentence as the proposition and the warning that it was meant as. He was letting her know what inviting him back to her room meant, as if she hadn't guessed. Demi tried to not let her excitement spread to her face. "I'm fairly sure I'm ok with that."

"What would happen if I was a bit rough," Deen asked in almost a whisper.

"Why don't you try me?" Demi replied and set off once more in the darkness.

X

"Holy Shit," Deen said as Demi stepped out of her bathroom. His heart was beating fast, he liked this girl, and what he was about to do was really bad. When he'd been sent her picture he thought she was good looking and would be a lot of fun to sleep with, but she was sweet and genuine. She was a good person and he was about to fuck the poor girl to hell and back. He was ok with having been paid to do it, he did it to girls he didn't really like all the time. But Demi was different. Demi was beautiful, lovely, kind and more importantly innocent. She had no idea she had just led a wolf into her room. "I can't feel bad about this," he reasoned with himself, "this is me, this is what I do, if we'd met any other way I would be about to do the same to her," he thought. If a girl couldn't take it then she probably wasn't right for him anyway. "Jesus, what am I thinking, not right for me, I've only known her seven hours, I need to chill the fuck out," he told himself

She was still wearing the gold platform shoes that made her legs taut and her butt jut out. With them she was wearing a tiny pair of low rise gold shorts and a halter bikini top with zip detail on the front. Between her deep cleveage nestled her gold medal. She looked fantastic, right then any guilt about what he was about to do left his mind. He hadn't been lying when he said he might loose control. He felt his cock stir in his jeans.

"What? Do I look ok?" Demi asked self consciously after Deen's outburst.

"Holy shit is a good thing, you look... wow. You look really wow," he said unable to find the words.

Demi giggled, "I'm glad you like it, for the first time I'm enjoying wearing these, though I assume I won't be wearing any of this for very long."

Deen pretended to look offended, "Are you suggesting I have dishonourable intentions?"

Demi stretched her back causing her chest to push out further, "Mmm hmmm," she said, "You mentioned something about losing control and something about being rough as I remember. I'd hate to think of you as a tease."

"Do you want to pick a safe word?" Deen said quietly.

"Do I need one?" Demi said with a smile.

"If you want me to stop at any point you'll need one." Deen said admiring her spunk and getting excited at the chance to have this girl with no safe word.

"Now why on earth would I want you to stop?" Demi said huskily.

"Because maybe I'd be doing something you didn't like, something you felt uncomfortable with," Deen said closing the gap between the two of them.

"I'm a big girl, I'm fairly certain I can take anything you've got to give," Demi said letting Deen walk towards her.

"I wouldn't be so sure, there is a lot of dark twisted and kinky stuff I can give." Deen said.

"Has a girl ever told you that you can do anything you want to her, no safe word," Demi asked.

Deen shook his head, still approaching slowly.

"Well on two conditions you can have that tonight," Demi said with a smile.

"No anal right?" Deen said crudely his eyes dark with lust as he got closer to the strong blonde.

Demi bit her lip, "That wasn't what I was thinking," Demi said although she looked a bit shaken by the thought of anal. She continued, "firstly I don't want my flat mates to hear, and secondly I need to be in that pool and competing at eleven tomorrow."

Deen looked at her and smiled, "that is acceptable," he said. The way she'd looked when he mentioned anal meant she had no idea about what she was letting herself in for. She had no clue of the perverse things that he could do. "This can't be a long term thing," he told himself. "Just have your fun with her whilst you can, she wants no limits, so give her no limits," he decided. Then he realised that the poor girl probably didn't even know what a safe word was.

"You know that without a safe word you won't be able to stop me from doing anything I want, even if you beg and scream," Deen said, despite his lust for Demi he had to check that she was ok with this. He owed her that much.

Demi looked directly at him, her eyes locked on to his.

"If that is what you want," she said huskily.

"Have you ever done anything like this before?" he asked quietly.

"Never," she replied honestly.

"You really have no idea what you're letting yourself in for do you?" Deen said.

Demi shook her head and bit her lower lip, "Nope, but I'm hoping I'm about to find out."

X

Deen didn't start slowly, he crossed the distance between the two of them in an instant, his fist closed tightly around Demi's throat and his tongue invaded her mouth. Deen noticed her eyes fly wide in the moment before his mouth reached hers. There was no response for an instant, then he felt her tongue slowly respond to his before becoming more enthusiastic. So Deen increased the pressure on her neck. Her head flew back as her breath began to rasp, but Demi wasn't reaching out to stop him. 

He pulled back from the kiss his hand was still tight around Demi's throat, she opened her eyes and looked at him, there was a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes.

"This ok?" he whispered at her.

Demi nodded, though she clearly didn't have enough air to breath.

"What ever you do don't stop looking at my eyes," Deen said intensely. He wasn't about to let her pass out on him.

Demi nodded again.

Deen grinned briefly and then slapped her right breast. He didn't hold back, his first blow was hard. It impacted against the soft vulnerable flesh of Demi's tit. Demi's breast absorbed the impact and then sloshed about inside the small gold halter neck top. The gold medal tied round her neck caught the light as it swung. Demi's face was one of complete shock, she obviously hadn't been expecting anything like this. Her eyes seemed to ask why, there might even have been a glimpse of fear. But importantly she still wasn't asking him to stop, so he slapped her right tit again.

*Thwack,*

And again.

*Thwack,*

Deen paused at her for a moment, there were now tears forming in her big brown eyes, and her large soft breasts were now almost hanging out of the small gold top, her nipples only just hidden. Demi was biting her lip, she was finding it hard to breath with his hand clamped on her throat but she remained silent.

Neither said anything, then Demi groaned and she moved her hips slightly. It was only a little movement but it told Deen what he needed to know.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Deen asked.

Demi nodded gently, as if afraid to admit it.

"Is it the pain you like?" 

Demi shook her head.

"Is it the thought of being treated like this?" he asked quietly.

Demi nodded her head "you big titted slut," he whispered in her ears then he continued slapping her right breast. The slaps were fast and hard, first his blows were through the top, and when the breast had bounced free and was hanging out and exposed he just aimed his slaps directly at her flesh.

With each blow Demi's legs would shake as if they threatened to give up on her, each time she faltered Deen supported the falling athlete by the stranglehold on her neck.

X

Demi lost count of how many times Deen hit her, she'd never imagined he'd do this. She'd never imagined anyone would want to do this. Yet here she was, being strangled and having her breasts slapped, it hurt so much. He suddenly stopped. It felt like her tits would glow in the dark. She couldn't deny it though, as much as it all hurt, as much as being deprived of oxygen scared her, it was really hot. She could feel that the shorts between her legs were soaking wet. It wasn't because of the pain, it was how sick and perverted this whole thing was. 

His hand had released from her throat and Demi had instinctively brought her hands up and rubbed her crushed windpipe. As she rubbed Demi felt Deen grab her gold medal. With it firmly in his hand he yanked Demi across the room towards the single bed. Dragged along she had no choice to follow, stumbling in her borrowed shoes. 

Deen roughly shoved Demi backwards onto the small Olympic branded single bed. Just as she impacted she felt Deen pull her so that her ass was on the edge of the bed, then he pulled her legs up into the air and fell to his knees between her legs.

Demi gasped as she felt the crotch of her gold shorts pulled to one side exposing her intimate area. As the cold air hit her she realised quite how wet she was.

"You really were enjoying that weren't you?" Deen said as he slid one of his fingers inside of her pussy. Demi had to bite her lip to stop herself crying out in pleasure. She couldn't believe just one finger could feel that good. This situation was driving her wild, Deen was so hot, so confident and he knew exactly what he wanted, to her joy right now he wanted her.




Power of Gold 01



Demi didn't respond to his question but she couldn't help lifting her hips to push his finger deeper inside of herself. Within moments Deen had slid a second finger inside her pussy. Together both of his fingers seemed to know exactly where to stimulate her. As Demi let a low deep moan escape from her throat she felt Deen's tongue beginning to lap against her clit. 

His tongue seemed to just slid over her wetness, stimulating her in exactly the perfect way, she'd never been licked like that, his tongue knew how to drive her crazy with pleasure. 

After a few moments at the mercy of his fingers and tongue Demi knew that she was about to have the biggest orgasms of her life. Within minutes he had her crying out, her hips spasming and her hands clenching by her side uselessly.

Her body was ravaged by a massive orgasm that tore through her causing her strong muscles to contract and tighten. It was incredible. He'd built her up to this perfect climax and she was loving every moment.

X

"Are you on the pill?" Deen asked as he aimed his massive throbbing cock against Demi's dripping wet pussy. The lips of which were slightly parted. When his fingers had left them she hadn't closed back up, he wondered how his cock would leave them.

Demi shook her head, "I didn't think I'd need to be, I'm in training. Do you have a condom?" she asked.

"No, do you?" he replied to her, his cock already leaking pre cum as he held it just outside her lips.

"No, do you think you can be careful?" Demi replied huskily.

"Probably not," Deen replied, and he watched as Demi closed her eyes, bit her lip and let out a slight moan. "You really like breaking taboos don't you?" Deen thought to himself as he looked down at the curvy Olympic athlete below him. The gold medal nested between her tits, one in the gold top and the other. Deen grinned and tried his luck.

"We'll just have to hope we don't ruin your future career tonight," Deen whispered still keeping his cock just touching against her pussy.

Demi responded by closing her eyes tight and groaning, Deen couldn't believe it, there was a good chance he was going to make Demi cum again just from talking.

"You would be able to keep training for a bit, but those tight swimsuits would soon reveal your growing bulge," Deen said, Demi responded with a shudder of pleasure, "then you'd have to quit as your belly grows and grows, and your tits get even bigger and full of milk."

"Oh god," Demi moaned, No, No please," she muttered her lips quivering.

"Imagine me slapping your huge milk filled breasts, and strangling you as I fuck your ass whilst you scream into a pillow," Deen said sinisterly.

"Fuck...." Demi hissed, and as Deen shoved his cock forward the hiss became a scream of pleasure which Deen had to silence by pressing his hand tightly over her mouth. 

Deen didn't move any deeper, he just held her and she came again just from his massive cock entering her. Her whole body shook and her tits rolled from side to side as she came. 

It was all he could do to stop himself from filling her wanton pussy with cum there and then.

He held his hand tight over her mouth until she finished cuming. He then released her and slid himself from between her legs. Demi looked up at him in surprise her eyes looked at him as if asking, "is that it:?"

Deen leaned in and whispered, "I think we need to silence you a bit don't we?" he whispered in her ear, "after all, you were the one that wanted to keep quiet, and I certainly don't want you to get thrown out of the Olympics."

Demi followed him with her eyes and watched as Deen gently lifted her up by the waist and slid her gold shorts from her. He was surprised to see her pussy remained wide open not having closed an inch, gaping as if ready for his cock to slide back in once more. "That's odd," he thought to himself. Every pussy he'd ever fucked had been able to recover from his large cock, but her pussy remained loose, he wondered if it was always like that. He traced a finger around her pussy lips, they were so slippery, and Demi responded with a moan. Then just to see if he could do it he slid three fingers inside her pussy. He wanted to see if he could do it without touching her gaping lips, he did it easily. He could see Demi trying to peer down to see what he was doing. She obviously couldn't feel a thing. He smiled back at her and removed his hands, he was so tempted to see how much he could stretch her, "Maybe another time," he thought surprising himself.

Deen balled up the gold shorts in his hand, they were soaking wet, the shiny gold material hadn't absorbed any of Demi's juices it had all remained on the surface making it even slicker. Deen was careful, he made sure that it was the crotch, specifically the part that had covered her asshole, that would be first into her mouth.

He held the gold material just against her lips, beneath her nose so that she could smell what he was about to put in her mouth. Her nose wrinkled slightly and Deen smiled.

"Stick out your tongue," Deen ordered, as Demi responded Deen pushed the crotch of the shorts against her tongue, "can you taste your pussy?" Deen asked.

Demi nodded.

"Would you like to taste your ass?" he asked

Demi shook her head, but as Deen moved the crotch of the shorts up, she kept her tongue poking out and even began lapping her tongue against the glossy material.

"Any last requests?" he whispered.

"please don't cum in me, please." Demi said in a voice mixed with lust, arousal and desperation.

Deen shook his head as he pushed the slick crotch of the gold shorts into the Olympic Gold Medalists mouth.

"Sorry Demi, no safe words and no requests, you agreed," he said as he pushed his cock easily back into her pussy.

Demi's eyes flew wide and she said something, but it was muffled by the shorts in her mouth.

"You are just so beautiful," Deen said and began feeding more of the shorts into Demi's mouth as he began building up a smooth rhythm in and out of Demi.

He could tell she was starting to panic, she clearly didn't want him to cum in her, he leaned down close to her ear and whispered quietly.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to cum in your cunt, don't worry it'll all be ok," he said as he smoothed her hair and then began forcing more of the gold shorts into her mouth.

Demi's eyes closed as she heard the words and it felt like she began to relax once more.

X

Demi had just reached the peak of her orgasm when she felt Deen twist his hands into the ribbon of her Gold Medal, she felt him twist it so it was tight around her neck. She screamed helplessly into the gold shorts. The feeling of her medal ribbon tightening around her throat was threatening and erotic at the same time. The medal ribbon which she'd had to wear around schools and at posh receptions was now being used to choke her as she came. She'd lost count of how many times she'd cum so far. He'd choked her earlier, but that had been ok, she had nothing in her mouth then, but now she had the slutty gold shorts forced all the way in. What if he went too far and pulled too tight, she wouldn't be able to tell him to stop. She was completely helpless at the hands of her handsome stranger she felt the medal tighten further causing her to gasp. 

She opened her eyes and there was Deen, his face was right up close to hers, his face was looking at her with concern, he was so beautiful, just looking at him choking her with her medal caused another orgasm to begin to rip through her. As she displayed signs of the orgasm Deen smiled and pushed the shorts into her mouth further causing her to gag as she came.

When this orgasm had passed through her and she was still gasping for air. She felt Deen release the pressure on the medal ribbon round her neck and she felt his cock slide from her. "Has he cum inside me?" she thought her eyes flying open, but Deen was still rock hard. His hand slipped inside Demi's pussy and then he stroked his cock leaving it glistening with her juices. "Fuck that's hot," Demi thought as he moved between her legs once more.

This time though his cock was heading for somewhere different, she felt it press against her asshole. She instinctively tensed up, she'd tried anal twice before once while drunk which had been ok, and once sober which had hurt like hell. Deen was big so she was fairly certain this attempt was going to fall in the later.

Demi tried to look at Deen's eyes to try and communicate with him to be gentle, but his eyes were focused down on his cock and it's intended target. Within moments she felt Deen's slick but huge cock pressing against her. It was ok to start with, then she began to feel a burning sensation. She tensed up and tried to move her butt to a better position. The weight of Deen was too much for her to move away. "Oh my fuck," her mind screamed. This was already stinging badly as his cock tried to invade her asshole. She started to move her hands to pull the shorts out of her mouth so that she could tell him to stop.

Deen noticed her arms moving and reached out and grabbed them. 

"Sorry Demi, you said no safe words," he said.

Demi's heart sunk, but she hadn't thought he'd want to do this, hadn't thought it would hurt this much. "God, no," she thought to herself. She was really scared, this was going to hurt a lot and there was going to be nothing she could do to stop him.

"I'm going to shove my cock all the way to the hilt into your slut asshole," Deen hissed at her.

"mmmffffpphh" Demi said as she tried to beg him to stop.

"I'm going to fuck your ass so hard and there is nothing you can do to stop me," Deen said but he wasn't moving forward he was just keeping a steady pressure against her ass.

Demi knew he was right there was nothing she could do, he was going to fuck her ass and she'd already agreed to it. To her shame that is when she felt another orgasm building in her, even though all he was doing was holding his cock against her ass and talking dirty.

Deen must have seen her response and his fingers slid down to her clit. As they touched them she started cumming.

"Yeah, cum at the thought of me fucking your asshole whilst you struggle and can't do anything to stop me, and you're even wearing your precious gold medal," he whispered in her ear.

She came once more. It was incredible, she'd never cum so many times in one day let alone in one evening. Deen had tapped into some dark side in her.

Deen sat back as she finished cumming. Demi felt the cock pull away from her asshole and she felt relieved but strangely disappointed. 

Deen was stroking himself, Demi watched and then free of his weight she sat up and pulled the shorts from her mouth, she let them fall to the bed next to her.

"Let me do that," She said and leaned forward wrapping her hand around his shaft and pulling the tip of his enraged penis into her mouth.

X

Deen watched as Demi eagerly stroked his cock with her cupped hand. His cock was slick with her juices but she would erotically spit down on to his shaft to make her hand slide over it with greater ease. It felt incredible. She continued to work her hand up and down whilst her tongue was licking at the tip of cock.

He knew he couldn't take much of this, each time Deen felt himself twitching Demi would change tactic. This time Demi had swallowed as much of his large member in her mouth as she could manage. She wasn't able to deep throat him but she was able to take his first two inches in her mouth.

Up and down she bobbed her head, Deen fought the urge to grab her head with his hands and face fuck her, but he'd already been in control for most of the evening it was her turn to be in control.

As he felt himself nearing the end she changed again, this time licking the underside of his cock with long pleasurable licks. Deen had to clench his fists down at his side to stop himself from grabbing her head, this teasing was just too much, he wanted to fill the beautiful athlete's mouth with cum.

He didn't have to wait long to get his wish, evidently knowing exactly what she was doing Demi looked up, grinned, put her mouth just over his tip and then began stroking his shaft.

He felt the wind rushing at his ears as he started cumming, his knees started to feel weak and then with a couple of hip spasms and a loud groan he began pumping his cum into her mouth. Deen felt spurt after spurt leave his cock, and she kept her mouth on his cock and swallowed every drop of it. 

When he was finally spent Demi let the cock fall from her mouth and she sat back looking pleased with herself and licking her lips.

"That was amazing," she said holding out her arms.

Deen grinned and slid into her arms on the single bed, he rested his head on her chest and lay there. He felt Demi twirling her fingers in his hair as he drifted off to sleep on the athlete who was still clad in a gold halter top with one breast in and one breast out.

X

Chapter 6 – The morning after the night before.

In one of the many corridors in the Olympic Aquatic Centre Deen and Demi gave each other a massive hug.

"Are you going to wish me luck then?" Demi asked Deen with a smile as he released her from the hug.

"Do you need any luck?" Deen said returning her smile.

"I think I need all the luck I can get," Demi replied.

"Well good luck then, and don't worry I'll be watching your every move," Deen said.

Demi laughed, "Just what I needed, even more pressure."

Deen smiled, "ok shall we say if you qualify for the finals then this afternoon we can continue what we started last night," he said.

"Weren't we going to be doing that anyway?" Demi smiled.

"I'll meet you after your race, good luck," he said and kissed her on the lips.

X

Amber was impatient, she had to start getting ready for the heats and she hadn't heard anything from Deen. She didn't like being kept waiting especially not for something as important as this. Was Demi going to be a contender in these races or not?

She checked her phone for messages from Deen. Nothing. She expected better service than this. She selected dial and waited for him to pick up.

"What do you want?" he snapped as soon as he answered.

"I wanna know whether you've made contact, have you taken care of her or not?" Amber asked.

"We need to meet, tomorrow at 11am" he said and the hung up.

Amber looked at her phone, screamed and then threw it across the room.

X – To be continued...



Power of Gold 02



Authors Note,

This story was inspired by the London 2012 Olympics. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. All characters in the story are created by myself and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is the second part however it should be able to be read as a stand alone story.

Big thanks go out to Sanidia for editing this story for me. Your kind efforts will be rewarded I'm sure.

I'd love to hear your feedback. 

X

Chapter 7 -- They're under starter's orders. 

Amber, the star of the American swimming team sat in her luxury training area watching the small monitor mounted on the wall. She was wearing a loose fitting tracksuit that concealed her svelte, but feminine figure. Amber knew that she was beautiful, she loved the way her brown highlighted hair framed her face. However at that moment her face was not beautiful, she was not happy. She'd just spent a lot of her own money sabotaging the chances of her main Olympic swimming rival and it didn't seem to have worked.

Amber's rival was a defending gold medal champion on the British team. Amber knew that on their past performances she could easily beat the British athlete, and take her Gold medal from her, in a fair race. So she knew she didn't need to sabotage her, but it was fun, and it was pay back. After all, the blonde British girl had been getting non stop magazine coverage for months. Magazine coverage that she should have been getting, she was the rising star; not that fat British whore. 

Something had gone wrong. Amber had paid Deen James to come to Great Britain, infiltrate his way into the Olympic village, meet the athlete and then seduce her. She expected he would destroy the athlete's world and distract her from the Olympics. When he was done Amber wanted her to have nothing left. The thrill of having that power over another human excited her. "So what could have gone wrong?" Amber asked herself as she watched the one hundred meter relay team heats. Demi should be distracted, completely off her game yet there she was walking to the starting position, smiling, relaxed and waving at the cheering home crowd completely at ease.

"What do you think team GB's chances are in this women's hundred metre freestyle relay heat?" the commentator on the screen asked the expert next to him.

The male expert smiled at the camera in an annoying way. "We're not expecting much from this team, it's not traditionally been one of our strongest events, they'll go out there and do their best but it might not be good enough to get a place in the final. 

"There has been some controversy about the selection for the British relay team hasn't there?" The commentator continued.

"Yes, you're right; I think that team GB have decided to save some of their best sprint swimmers for the individual events, which is why we have people like Demi who'll be swimming in second." 

"Demi being the Gold medallist from Beijing?"

"Yes that's right, but she is a long distance swimmer, she has no form over short distances. She would need to be great at the one hundred meters to make a difference here. I'm sure all the girls will give one hundred percent in this race, but I just don't think that it will be good enough," the expert replied matter-of-factly.

"A lot has been made in the papers about how unusual Demi's figure is for an Olympic Swimmer," the commentator said raising the usual comment whenever Demi's swimming was discussed.

"That is true, Demi doesn't have the traditional slim figure of a swimmer, however she has a lot of power and these modern speed swimming suits are capable of compressing figures to create almost perfect streamlined shapes. In the past girls with Demi's figure might not have been competitive but these days it's a completely different story. "

"Sorry to interrupt you there but we are going to go live to the pool for the action," the commentator said.

Amber watched as the screen cut to the pool side. The first swimmers all climbed up to the starting blocks, bent down with their arms touching the bottom of the blocks. The starting bleep sounded and the race started.

X Chapter 8 -- A quick debrief.

"Did you see? Did you see what I did?" Demi said to Deen James with a huge smile on her face as she climbed out of the practise pool where she'd been winding down.

Deen grinned broadly, "I didn't miss a moment." 

Demi stretched to full height making her even taller than Deen, he handed her a towel and she started to dry her hair.

"How long is it before the final?" Deen asked watching how beautiful and alive Demi looked when her eyes were sparkled with excitement.

"Oh gosh, I've actually no idea! I thought we had so little chance of making it to the final that I didn't check," Demi gasped.

Deen grinned getting caught up with Demi's enthusiasm, "We'd best find out then."

They both turned when they heard Tara's questioning voice, "What did you do to her last night?"

Deen shifted uneasily like a naughty school boy, there was no way he was going to admit what he did with Demi last night. That would get them both into a lot of trouble. How could he tell Demi's trainer that he took her for coffee then they somehow both ended up at Demi's apartment in the Olympic Village? There he had subjected her to about six orgasms and probably some of the roughest sex she'd ever experienced in her entire life. Deen flashed a look at Demi, but she was still smiling and towelling her hair. Just thinking about how she looked as he slapped her and taunted her last night caused his cock to stiffen in his jeans. She'd been incredible and taken everything he gave her. He'd even surprised himself by going easy on her he knew he should have just ass fucked her, that's what he'd been paid to do, but she was just too tempting and when he found her wet, how could he not take the opportunity to explore even more.

"Nothing," Deen lied obviously.

To Deen's surprise Tara laughed explosively. 

"Nothing my ass, whatever you did to her last night can you do a bit more of it please?" Tara said. Deen's mouth dropped open in response but before he could comment Tara turned her attention to Demi.

"That was an amazing swim, where did you find the speed?" Tara asked apparently still shocked at how much Demi had improved over 24 hours.

Demi smiled proudly, then she shrugged, "I dunno coach, I just felt alive this morning and from the moment I jumped in the pool I just felt like I could do anything."

"Well you did, you single-handedly got the team into the final this afternoon. You have about two hours before then so I want you to get out of that speed suit, into your training suit, do twenty minutes in the pool, warm down properly and then Mr James can do whatever it is that he does."

Demi grinned, "Sounds great coach, that ok with you Mr James?"

Deen looked at Tara, then at Demi, he could already feel his cock stirring as his mind jumped ahead. When he looked back at Tara she was already walking in the opposite direction.

"Want to come and watch me change into my training suit?" Demi asked reaching out for Deen's hand.

"What's so special about your training suit?" Deen asked as Demi pulled him towards the athletes changing area.

X

"See? It doesn't squash me as much as the racing suits do, so Tara thinks that if I train in these old suits then I'll be able to build up the power of my strokes," Demi said after sliding the straps of her shiny black Nike one piece swimsuit into place. She now felt super confident stripping and showing him everything she had to offer. She could tell that Deen was aroused, the way he was sitting, the way he was breathing. She loved the effect that she had on him. "This one is my favourite, I love the way that it shines and clings to me," she added, whilst running both of her hands down the sides of her body.

"I think it looks incredible on you," Deen said with a cheeky grin, "It gives me all sorts of ideas"

"I like the sound of that," Demi grinned whilst wondering what Deen planned to do with her, she'd already had quite the education from him. She had never experienced anything like him, she'd never indulged in anything kinky or rough before, he was amazing. Her right breast was still sore, and she was fairly certain her pussy hadn't returned back to normal after he'd been firmly imbedded in it. Even the aches in her muscles were pleasant reminders of a great evening.

"What sort of thing do you have in mind?" she couldn't stop herself from asking.

"Now that would be telling," Deen said with a big playful smile, "After all I'm fairly certain your coach just told me I could do with you whatever I wanted to."

"Well you should probably do as she says," Demi said moving closer to him. "It would be very wrong to go against her wishes, she can be quite determined."

Deen grinned as he moved towards her. Demi smiled and side stepped him. 

"I need to swim my practise lengths first; you can wait twenty minutes for me can't you? You could use the time thinking of ways to punish me for leaving you here all turned on."

Deen grinned "Since when did you get so sure of yourself?" he tried making a move for her again but she side stepped that also.

Demi winked, "Maybe it was after a certain someone beat my tits mercilessly last night and I realised I loved every moment," she said as she walked towards the exit towards the pool. Her heart was pounding fast, her pussy was also beginning to plus with excitement, what punishment would she endure later?

Deen smiled softly, "Is that why your swimming was so good this morning?"

"Oh Deen, I feel so driven now, I probably shouldn't say this, but when I was in the pool I was thinking about you. I wanted to show you what I could do. I've been so confused over the last year, I've been pulled in different directions by my coach, my agents, team GB, the media, I've been trying to please everyone and it has been terrible no one has been happy, but right now for some reason all I want to do is please you it doesn't matter what all the others think." Demi took a deep breath it felt good to tell him this, a weight had been lifted from her shoulders and he was the reason.

X

After swimming for her twenty minutes Demi didn't go straight back to the room where Deen was waiting, instead she made a phone call home.

"Mum, when you come down tomorrow can you bring me some things that I forgot to pack?" she asked as she heard her mother's voice.

"The radio says you are racing in a final this afternoon, we didn't think you'd be up for a medal chance 'till tomorrow Demi," her mum replied ignoring the question in her usual way.

"Oh we got lucky that is all," Demi said sharply, she was eager to get back to Deen and find out what awaited her in that changing room.

"Well that's nice Demi," her mum said in reply, "We've all been watching your races, have you met that nice cycling man Bradley yet?"

Demi laughed, "No mum I haven't seen Bradley Wiggings yet, but I'm sharing my apartment in the village with Rebecca that female cyclist.

"That's nice Demi, oh Chris was asking about you..." her mum began.

"Look mum I'm sorry but I don't have much time," Demi said cutting her mum short, "There is a shoe box under my bed, please don't look in it, but could you bring it down with you tomorrow?"

"Now Demi," she said disapprovingly, "What on earth do you want that box for in the Olympic Village?"

"Mum! You haven't looked through that box have you? It's private," Demi said horrified that her mum has gone through her private box of sex toys.

"I was cleaning up your room," her mum said as if that made it ok, then she sighed, "It's your life Demi, I'll bring it if you want me to bring it, anything else?"

Demi's face was hot, embarrassed, "Yeah, erm, could you bring some bras up for me, the red satin one with the black lace edges, the blue shiny one and the creamy satin finish one, and any of the matching knickers for any of them."

"Demi what is going on? Are you doing something you shouldn't? Chris your boyfriend is..."

"Sorry mum I've got to go, see you tomorrow ok?" she hung up. She rubbed her forehead trust her mother to bring Chris up. Shaking herself mentally and pushing Chris to the back of her mind she turned and headed towards the changing room where she knew a very eager man waited just for her.

X

"You said this was your favourite costume?" Deen said with his hand behind his back

"Yeah I love it," Demi said standing in the middle of the room standing proudly with her chest pushed out and hands behind her back as he'd instructed her to do. "It's one of my oldest, I did some of my first races in this suit and it's always helped my training. I don't think I'd be able to replace it."

"So you'd be pretty upset if it got damaged," Deen said moving slightly towards her keeping his hand behind her back.

"Yeah, I would be, why do you ask?" Demi said, "Trying to work out how gentle you have to be with me?" Then she smiled, "Don't worry about going easy on me, I did keep you waiting for over twenty minutes. I think I deserve what I've got coming." 

"You are beautiful," Deen said moving closer towards her. Then he quickly reached out and grabbed the fabric of the suit where her nipple was poking out. She just watched him, making no move at all. 

After making sure he had only fabric in his hand and not her skin he brought his hand out from behind his back, clasped tightly in his hand was a pair of scissors. In one quick cut he sliced through Demi's favourite swimming costume. The rest of the suit snapped back onto Demi, a fair amount of her right breast pushed out through the newly cut hole.

By the look on Demi's face she clearly wasn't expecting that, she just stood still, so he reached down and did exactly the same to her left breast. Both of Demi's tits were now hanging out through holes in her ruined swimming costume.

"De... Deen what did you just do?" Demi gasped in shock.

"Shhh," he said putting a finger on her lips, before pushing her firmly backwards towards the table in the middle of the room. Deen lifted her up so that she was sitting on it then he spread her legs and he pulled the crotch of her swimming costume out away from her body.

Very carefully he began cutting the crotch out of the costume making sure to leave the side seams in place so her pussy and asshole were framed. Deen noticed that Demi's pussy still hadn't recovered from the night before her lips were puffy and slack, her asshole on the other hand was a neat and tightly puckered.

He looked up at her she was clearly so flustered that she couldn't speak, "Tara did tell me I could do what I wanted," he whispered smiling when he heard her intake of breath.

After dropping the two bits of swimsuit which had covered Demi's tits Deen held up the longer bit of fabric cut from the crotch for Demi to see. He then moved the bit of black swimsuit fabric back between Demi's legs and began pushing it into her asshole. 

Demi stiffened as she felt the first bit slide into her, "What? What is that?" Demi asked.

"Your swimming costume," Deen said, "Try and relax it'll go in a lot easier."

Deen had no idea if Demi did relax or not, he just kept pressing the black fabric into the blonde swimmers ass. As he pushed with his finger Demi's ass seemed to swallow up the fabric, so he continued feeding, relentlessly pushing it inside. 

As he fed the fabric his hand brushed past Demi's pussy, it came away wet, he realised with a relief that Demi was enjoying this despite her silence.

"Demi I'm going to push the last bit all the way into you, try not to move or clench your ass, cause if it gets sucked into you we'll probably not be able to get it back out again."

"Oh God Deen," Demi said biting her lip, she looked horrified and aroused at the same time.

Deen grinned as he pushed the final piece inside, he then fished out his cock and pressed it against the lips of Demi's pussy. "Or maybe I should just fuck it deep inside you and then leave you to get it back out," Deen said as he pressed his cock into Demi's wet pussy.

"Do what ever you want, just don't cum in me," Demi's moaned before beginning to grind herself up against Deen, obviously trying to push herself deeper on to his cock. "So much for taking it slowly," he thought, "if she wants more then so be it!"

X

Demi felt amazing, Deen was fucking her again, and this time he wasn't strangling or slapping her, though he had just destroyed her favourite swimming costume. She could feel her tits flopping around outside of the confines of the shiny black material. She could also feel the swimsuit material deep inside her bottom when he'd pushed it, "What happens if he can't get it out," Demi asked herself in the moments she could think straight. Once again Deen had done something awful to her, once again he'd ruined her and yet once again she loved it. It was all so hot she felt so full, fuller than she'd ever felt in her life.

He pounded in and out of her on the table, she'd just swum a hundred metres in an Olympic relay and in less than an hour she was going to do it again. She should be stretching, or physicing herself up, or calming herself down or doing any number of things, but instead she was getting fucked by a man that she'd only met yesterday. 

Without a pause in his stroke Demi felt Deen's hand reach round under her, she felt his fingers tips pushing into her asshole. They were only there a second and then she felt the swimming costume fabric being pulled out of her. She missed the full up feeling which she'd just experienced with Deen's cock and the fabric both occupying space inside of her.

Demi wondered what was coming next, but she didn't have to wait long. Deen held up the fabric above her, and holding one end he let the rest unfurl down. 

"You can have this in your mouth, or you can have one of the pieces from the floor, which would you prefer?" Deen asked in a whisper without slowing the rate at which he was pounding into her.

"Which would you prefer?" Demi asked with a husky voice, "What will he ask me to do?" Demi asked herself.

"No, this decision is for you, this is pretty disgusting, I can't make you do this if you don't want to," Deen said still holding the fabric above her face.

"Maybe I like doing disgusting things for you?" Demi replied.

"This is for yourself Demi, this isn't about me."

Demi smiled before opening her mouth and moving her head up to take the foul fabric into her mouth. She couldn't believe she was doing this, she knew where that fabric had been, she knew what it was covered in, yet she was lifting her head up towards it eager to do one of the most disgusting things she'd ever done in her life. "Maybe it won't be too bad, maybe I was clean and the fabric will be ok," she thought hopefully.

Once she had some of it in her mouth she felt Deen slide more and more of the fabric into her mouth, it was slimy. There was only one reason for it to be slimy. Demi knew her hopes had been in vain, she groaned with arousal as she realised what she was allowing into her mouth.

At that moment Demi felt Deen pull out his cock from her as Demi sucked on the fabric. Her mouth filled with the depraved flavour she watched with fascination as Deen began vigorously stroking his cock shooting hot cum on her exposed tits. She was on the edge of cumming when she felt Deen's fingers slide over her clit. 

Her orgasm ripped through her and she screamed into the slimy fabric that blocked her mouth. 

No one in the Aquatic Centre heard Demi's depraved screams as the cheers for Amber winning the four hundred meter medley heats filled the building.

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Chapter 9 - Race time

"This is so much easier with you helping," Demi said as Deen pulled on her very tight swimming suit. "These are hard enough for the flat chested girls to put on, but with these two girls," she indicated her breasts, "It's even harder."




Power of Gold 02



"Is it because of the suit that you are able to win medals?" Deen asked.

"It makes me more competitive sure, but I was pretty good to begin with," Demi replied before glancing down at the torn swimsuit on the floor, "I really did like that suit, and I can't believe what you got me to do with that torn piece."

Deen laughed, "It was your choice to have it in your mouth, I never believed you'd actually do it, you loved it"

Demi looked at him and stood up straight stretching out checking her suit was in the right place.

"Yeah I did love it, it was fucking hot, I have no idea what you've done to me, I used to be a good girl." 

Deen put a hand on her back, "Good luck with your race," he said before leaning in and whispering, "I'm not sure you were ever really a good girl.

X

Demi stood stock still on the blocks, she watched her team mate swim directly towards her. She was focused, she'd managed to completely block out the crowd screaming, all of her attention was on the approaching swimmer. Her team was in sixth place, last, there was nothing she could do to win now. Demi tensed up on the blocks, she kept an eye on the light to her left which would show the instant her team mate touched the wall.

The touch came, the light shone and Demi jumped into the pool with a long graceful dive, she powered through under the water before breaking the surface. Her mind was fresh, the only thing in her mind was Deen, she could imagine him watching her and she wanted to show him what she could do. She wanted to make him proud. Her muscles were burning because of the fast pace, but she ignored it keeping up her strokes, powering on just thinking of Deen.

Demi made the fifty metre turn, she didn't look either side of her, she just swam hard. Powering on and on. An evening with Deen in her mind, what would he teach her, which of her boundaries would he break next, what new heights of pleasure she could reach.

She touched the side and looked up as her colleague dived over her. The crowd was cheering hysterically, she looked up at the screen as she got out of the pool and saw that she'd managed to get their team into third place, if her team mates could just hold onto her pace then they might get a medal placing.

The other swimmers made time up on them and eventually beat her back into fourth, but Demi knew what she'd done. She'd shocked the world with her fastest ever time in the pool, making up three places in one hundred metres. 

As she got out of the pool and walked towards the practise pool to warm down, she didn't feel like a loser, they might not have won a medal this time, but she'd shown Deen and the world what she could do. She hoped Deen would be in a mood to celebrate tonight.

x



Power of Gold 03



Authors Note,

This story was inspired by the London 2012 Olympics. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. All characters in the story are created by myself and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is the third part however it should be able to be read as a stand alone story.

Big thanks go out to Sanidia for editing this story for me. Your kind efforts will be rewarded I'm sure.

I'd love to hear your feedback

X

Chapter 10 -- Failure to Commit

"I'm going to push my cock hard into your tight little asshole," Deen hissed in Demi's ear as he held his cock against her tight and dry asshole.

"Please be gentle," Demi begged back over her shoulder, however she knew she didn't mean it, she could feel herself becoming wetter just thinking about it.

"Sorry, no can do, when this goes in it won't be going in slowly," Deen whispered.

"You fucking bastard," Demi hissed in a deeply aroused voice. She wanted this so badly. She wanted to give him her ass, or more accurately she wanted him to take it.

He'd threatened her with this the previous night and not gone through with it, she was shocked at how disappointed she felt but now he was going to do what he promised, he was going to finally sodomize her. 

Before she'd met him she'd never have thought she could behave or think like this, she never thought she could crave humiliation and pain. But he'd awakened something in her, something deep and animalistic, through giving him the pleasure she had found clarity.

Earlier in the day he'd cut her favourite swimming costume apart whilst she'd been wearing it, he'd then put the cut material deep into her bowels and then offered her the chance to put them in her mouth. It was something she'd never considered doing before, but she'd eagerly done it and enjoyed every sordid moment. The taste had stayed on her tongue for hours, reminding her every so often, keeping her moist just for him.

She could feel his cock twitching with anticipation as the tip sat waiting at her anal entrance, "This is going to hurt." He whispered, "No lube."

"Just take me, if you want it, take it." She pleaded, she didn't care anymore the only thing filling her mind was getting his hard cock into her ass and quickly, "Take me, own me." Demi wanted him in her ass more than anything else she wanted to show him that she could do it, she wanted to feel the pain, wanted to give him the gift of her discomfort. It would be her way of thanking him for helping her find her swimming form again.

"I'm going to ask one more time, you sure? Can you handle the pain from my cock stretching your tight ass hole?" he said, Demi didn't reply straight away, instead she grinded her ass against his cock, his willing whore she thought.

Demi was becoming frustrated, she was so wet and wanted him deep inside her ass, no not want she needed him inside her ass but he was still standing there waiting, "I'm a big girl, just fuck my asshole, just do it, pin me into the bed and just take me. I know you want to do that to me. Think about how tight it'll be, think about how you'll look sliding in, think about how much I'm going to scream, see if you can make my ass gape as much as you've made my pussy gape. Make me your anal whore," she begged. As once again she felt her pussy twitch with excitement. 

Deen laughed, "You are so willing, but, it would be a shame to destroy that tight ass." She moaned in frustration.

Without warning he drove his cock deep inside her pulsing pussy, he thrust even harder when she screamed in pleasure, bending further over he whispered, "I think I'm falling for you." With that he rammed her like a piston, non-stop not giving her a chance to think, yes she was his whore.

She hadn't been prepared for his cock, but oh god did it feel good. Pushing herself back against his thrusts she wanted more, feeling him deep inside she could feel herself building to another world shattering orgasm. She was cumming over his hard cock when she heard what he said, dripping all over him she turned and smiled, "Same here."

X

Chapter 11 -- Things get messy.

"I'll see you straight after your race," Deen said to Demi as he watched her walk into the Aquatic Centre to do her warm up laps. He couldn't help but think how amazing she was. There was a good chance she would get another medal in the four hundred metre freestyle event. 

Even as he turned on his mobile phone he felt bad. When the phone blipped to say that he'd received a message from Amber he began to feel sick.

This had all started as a bit of fun, a trip away in a foreign country and a chance to earn some good money. All he'd had to do was seduce a British female athlete have some fun with her, disappear and apparently break her heart. Then he'd met her. There were two distinct moments when the plan changed. The first was when he saw her and he saw her smile. She was relaxed, beautiful and had such warmth. The second moment was after he'd turned dominant on her and she'd loved every moment. What were the chances of him meeting a beautiful woman who liked him and whom wanted him to be rough?

It felt totally wrong that whilst Demi was about to enter the heat stages for her race he was meeting with a girl who hated Demi right to her core. This woman wanted him to destroy the woman he was falling in love with.

He texted Amber and arranged to meet.

"Ok, so what the fuck is going on?" Amber snapped at him as soon as she arrived at the coffee shop.

"Nice to meet you too Amber," Deen said with a shit eating grin.

"Don't give me that crap Mr Big Shot Porn Star, I've paid you money to do a job and so far I haven't seen any signs of getting a return."

"You can have your money back Amber," Deen said flatly, "I don't want to be a part of this anymore."

"Oh my god," Amber laughed, "Have you gone and fallen for that fat has been?"

"You need to watch your mouth?" Deen retorted.

Amber laughed again, "My goodness, she's done a number on you hasn't she. She's got you wrapped right round her little finger. I didn't have you down as the other man."

"What are you talking about Amber? I think I've heard enough of this," Deen said about to get up.

"You mean you don't know?" 

"Know what?" Deen said pausing in his chair.

"You don't know about that little whore's boyfriend?" Amber said forming a gloating smile.

"Boyfriend?" Deen asked, he couldn't believe his ears, but this was Amber, he didn't trust Amber at all.

"You don't know about her long term boyfriend Chris? Did she not tell you about him, did the fat slut make you think that you were her only one! Ha, this is funny, the player being played. Well I suppose we all get old Mr James."

"Shut up Amber, I would know about any boyfriend," Deen said hoping he sounded surer than he felt.

"Sure you would, tell you what, when you find out the truth give me a call and we'll see about payback," Amber said.

"I wouldn't expect a phone call from me this century," Deen hissed and stormed out of the coffee house, he had a race to watch.

X

"First in my heat and in lane four for the final! Don't mind if I do, thank you very much," Demi said as she pulled Deen in to a massive hug as she got out of the warm down pool.

Deen who had been pacing nervously felt himself instantly relax as the strong woman embraced him. He smiled at her with joy before the sick feeling in his stomach returned and brought him back down to earth. What if Amber was telling the truth? What if his dream woman had been playing him? What if he was just another guy and she just saw him as a bit of naughty entertainment whilst she was away from home. He took a deep breath and swallowed all the insecurities inside himself.

"Yeah, I saw your race, I made it just in time, that was an incredible performance! The others didn't seem anywhere near as fast as you," Deen smiled.

"That's 'cause they weren't anyway near as fast as me," Demi laughed. "I can't get too complacent though there are a few people to watch out for. How was your meeting?"

Deen smiled, "It went as well as could be expected, I don't think I told them what they wanted to hear," he paused for a moment. "Demi, I think we could do with a chat," he had to spill it out, he had to ask her about her boyfriend and maybe even tell her why he'd met her in the first place. This wasn't going to go well.

Demi paused for a moment, looked at him deep in the eye and smiled, "Yeah I've been thinking that too, about this morning right? Well I think I've come up with a way that you can still respect me and at the same time give me everything you've got".

As Demi looked at him intently Deen found himself on a knife edge, should he tell her that's not what he meant, or should he just go along with what she said leaving the deeper issue unsaid and unresolved. He said nothing so Demi continued.

"I know you think you're protecting me with this whole good boy act, that's fine and that is flattering. I don't need it though. I want you to give me your worst. I want you to let rip and pound into me I want you to let yourself go and I think I've found the way to do it." Demi said with a smile.

Just as Deen's conscience was about to make him tell the truth there was the sound of voices coming from behind her. Deen recognised one as Tara's, Demi's trainer, but there was also two other voices one loud female and a quiet male. Deen watched as Demi's face turned from happiness to a look of horror. 

Deen looked over his shoulder and all he saw was Tara with two strangers, though Tara shot him a warning look. He watched these strangers approaching and stepped to the side wondering why the man was carrying a shoe box in his arms.

X

"Oh my god! Not good," Demi thought to herself. Approaching was her trainer, her mother and her boyfriend Chris and beside her stood Deen who she'd met two days ago and had turned out to be her dream man. He was kind, loving, enthusiastic and completely perverted in bed. Almost the exact opposite of Chris. 

As if that wasn't bad enough in Chris' arms was the shoe box which contained all her sex toys that she'd asked her mother to bring down.

"Mum" Demi acknowledged trying to ignore Chris, hoping that he'd keep his mouth shut for once. She never once in a million years thought this would happen. This was her worst nightmare. All this time she'd tried to push Chris to the back of her mind hoping it was something that would just go away. In any brief moments of clarity she'd hoped to be able to plan her possible future with Deen before she threw away what she had with Chris. She could feel herself wanting to vomit, this was not good at all.

Her mother looked a little confused "you invited me remember, anyways isn't a mother allowed to see her Gold Medallist daughter before she heads off to win another Gold medal," her mum said in her horrible hard done by voice.

Both Demi and Tara winced, Deen and Chris seemed to be more concerned sizing each other up. In a fight she knew that Deen would win, though she crossed her fingers that it wouldn't come to that.

"Oh Mum, you know as well as I do that the heats are different from the finals," Demi said, she absolutely hated it when her mother put pressure on her. 

"Nonsense Demi, Chris and I were watching you this morning, if you swim like that you'll win all the medals."

Tara smiled and turned to Demi's mother. "Ok, you've seen her now, shall we go back and sit in the guest area, you mentioned that you wanted a McDonalds earlier, there is a massive McDonalds just near the main stadium."

Demi felt a weight lifted off her, Tara to the rescue again, if she could get rid of them then she could speak to Deen and explain and maybe Deen would forgive her.

"Oh yes, that sounds lovely, shall we leave Chris and Demi to it?" her mother suggested before leaning in to Demi and saying in a fake whisper, "I gave Chris the box you asked me to bring down, I hope you have some fun."

"Well I'm not sure, Demi is due some physio with Mr James here," Tara said stepping in once again to help.

"Nonsense," said Chris speaking for the first time, he stepped closer to Demi put his arms around her and pulled her into a kiss. Demi couldn't resist, there was nothing she could do, Chris was supposed to be her boyfriend.

All she could do was watch wide eyed as Deen's face went from one of confusion to fury, and then without another word he turned and walked away reaching for his mobile phone.

X

Amber was stretching, it wasn't long before she would take on Demi in the big race. Only a couple of days left. Without knowing if her plan was going to work she had to train extra hard, push herself to the limit, she wasn't going to take even the slightest risk of having her gold stolen from her again. Her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID. It was Deen James himself.

"Ok I'm in. What do you want me to do?" Deen said without another word.

"Nothing like a scorned man looking for revenge," Amber said almost giggling with delight.

"Shut up Amber, I don't have to put up with your attitude." Deen snarled down the phone.

"Very well, if you insist on spoiling my fun, all you have to do is speak to my friend on the Sun newspaper give him a couple of quotes and then be outside the swimming training area as Demi comes out after her race tonight, you think you can do that?" Amber said.

"I'll do it, but don't ever ever speak to me again," Deen said ringing off.

Amber's smile broadened and she went back to her stretching routine. As she worked her smiled got wider and wider until she was laughing loudly to the empty room.

X

Chapter 12 - Forced

"Chris, we need to talk," Demi said frankly once she was alone with Chris. It was in the very room in which she'd had several liaisons with Deen.

"You bet we do," Chris said, "I must say I was hurt when you didn't return any of my calls or messages, but then your mum gave me our 'toy' box to bring down and then I knew I was going to be having some fun! Has Tara relented on her no sex during the Olympics rule or have you decided to go behind her back?"

"Chris, no, I didn't ask for this box to come down with you, I didn't mean my mum to give it to you!" Demi said already feeling frustrated that he was putting words into her mouth.

"Oh a surprise then," Chris said opening the box and pulling out her pink rabbit vibrator and the ball gag she'd bought on a trip to Soho in London and only used once.

"Chris, what are you doing with those?" Demi asked concerned.

"Demi, it's been ages since I last saw you, nothing wrong with making up for lost time," Chris said.

"Chris no, I've got a big race in a couple of hours, the last thing I need is this."

"With your speed this morning I think you can afford to have a little bit of fun and still have plenty of energy left." Chris said, "You know how I hate those tracksuit bottoms on you," he added and pulled them down to reveal the bottom of one of Demi's training swim suits.

Then with a very practiced hand Chris pulled the training swimsuit to one side exposing Demi's pussy to the open air. He dropped the ball gag to the floor. 

"Chris...." Demi gasped.

"Wow, what on earth have you been putting in there," Chris said as he traced his hand over her lips that were still gaping from her morning session with Deen.

"What? Oh nothing..." Demi said defensively as Chris started to push her big pink rabbit vibrator inside her.

Demi knew she was in trouble, Chris knew all the right ways to get a response from her. He knew how to use that rabbit to make her cum. It was humiliating, it was as if he'd often use it as a weapon against her.

Chris wasn't slow, he started pressing the buttons to get the rabbit vibrator in to the perfect mode. It wouldn't be long till she was cuming.

Demi felt Chris grab her hand and guide it down to his erect cock, she felt her hands grip it instinctively. "I can't be doing this," she thought as she stroked his cock instinctively with her hand and he manipulated her pink rabbit inside of her.

"This is so wrong," Demi thought as she felt the waves of orgasm building, this was a pure physical response to what Chris was doing. She felt no emotional connection to him. The only image she could see was the fury on Deen face as he had turned his back on her. She wanted to run to him, to tell Deen that she was sorry and ask him to forgive her, and to explain what had happened and get him to forgive her but she was stuck here.

Only moments ago she'd been so excited about her plan to get Deen to let himself go and do whatever he wanted to her, but now that could all be over. 

"Fuck! No!!!" Demi cried out as she felt the first waves of her impending orgasm flow through her. She felt her body convulse as she began to respond to his vibrator rape. 

As she spasmed her hand gripped on Chris' cock momentarily, she wanted to let go of it, but when the spasm had passed she found her hand once more resuming to stroking him. She felt aroused, turned on and disgusted with herself at the same time. She had no feelings for Chris and yet here he was making her cum.

"Chris, you can't do this to me," she begged her hand still moving up and down Chris' cock, but she knew it was too late to stop it, her body had betrayed her. She was cuming.

There was no avoiding it, all Demi could do was close her eyes tightly and cum as Chris brought her to orgasm using her accursed pink rabbit vibrator and the techniques he'd learned over the length of their relationship. As she finally came Demi swore to herself she'd throw the toy away for ever.

X

"How fucking dare you do that to me Chris," Demi yelled at him, she was red in the face not just from her orgasm.

"What? You enjoyed it!" Chris said defensively with a smile on his face. He obviously thought this was funny.

"Fuck you! You had no right to do that to me, you, all you ever do is walk all over me and push me around, well fuck you Chris, I've had it! We are over. You can just fuck off out of my life and you can find some other person to mess around with."

Chris laughed, "Is it your time of month soon baby?"

"Get out! Get out of here now, I never want to see you again, just fuck off out of my life." Demi spat.

"Chill out baby, this isn't a big deal, I'm sorry," Chris said starting to take this a bit seriously.

"It is a big deal, I don't love you anymore, I don't have any feelings for you but disgust. You had no right to do that to me. Leave now! You can't just shove my rabbit in me whenever you want to, that's called rape!"

"You little bitch, in case you didn't realise it you just came! I did that for you I'm still hard. I don't know what you've been up to and with whom, but you've ruined your cunt it's even looser than normal, if you want rid of me you can use this box of toys to make it gape even more!" Chris said as he knocked her box to the floor.

"Go." Demi just said holding it together.

"Ok, fine, but you'll call me back, I know you, I know you will." Chris said and turned and walked out of the room.

Demi couldn't believe it, she'd done it. She finally lost it with Chris and she'd broken up with him. He'd pushed her too far, there was no standing for it. Now she was free to go after Deen. "What if he doesn't want me?" Demi found herself thinking. She knew she'd have some serious making up to do in order to get him back. Otherwise she faced a lonely future

X



Power of Gold 04



Authors Note,

This story was inspired by the London 2012 Olympics. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. All characters in the story are created by myself and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is the fourth part however it should be able to be read as a stand alone story.

Big thanks go out to Sanidia for editing this story for me. Your kind efforts will be rewarded I'm sure.

I'd love to hear your feedback

Chapter 15 -- The Hunt

"Deen James, he's one of the masseur's here," Demi said to the woman behind the Aquatic Centre help desk.

"I'm sorry Miss, but we have no record of anyone by that name, are you sure that you have his name right?" the woman replied trying to be helpful.

"Yes, Deen James."

"How are you spelling Deen?" the woman asked.

"On his Access pass it was written D. E. E. N," Demi replied slightly impatiently.

"Well I'm sorry Demi, but I can't find anyone by that name," the woman said before adding, "Good luck for tonight, we're all rooting for you."

Demi smiled instinctively, it always stunned her when complete strangers wished her well. It was something she still hadn't gotten used to yet.

"Thank you," Demi replied graciously before walking away from the desk wondering why there was no record of Deen on their list. She should have got a number for him, but she'd never needed one, he had always been there, whenever she'd needed him he'd been there. She had no idea how to find him, if the reception desk couldn't locate him then how on earth was she going to.

Tara, her trainer, would know what to do. She'd be able to offer some advice. That's if she'd managed to get away from her mother. Her mother liked to talk, and one of Tara's unadvertised roles had always been to keep her mother and her apart at important times.

"Demi, are you ok?" Tara asked her voice full of concern as she saw Demi approaching.

"Tara, I can't find Deen anywhere!" Demi said nearly breaking down, the stress and the worry suddenly becoming too much.

"Deen? Why are you trying to find Deen, and what happened with Chris?" Tara asked.

"I just broke up with Chris, I'm sick of him, and well, he isn't Deen," Demi said as Tara pulled her into the hug. Demi knew how difficult physical contact was for Tara. Demi felt Tara pull her harder ands she couldn't stop a sob escaping her lips.

"You did what?" Tara said with surprise in her voice, smiling she pulled back to look at Demi, "Good for you Demi, I'm glad you've got rid of him!"

Demi looked at Tara surprised.

"Don't look so shocked, why do you think that I sent you off with Deen?" Tara said. "You were worth more than Chris."

"But Tara, I can't find Deen anywhere, and reception doesn't know anything about him. I think I've messed it up with Deen, he saw Chris kissing me and he stormed off,"

"But he knew about Chris right?"

Demi had to look away from Tara at that moment the guilt building up even more, sighing she decided it was best to come clean.

"No, I didn't tell him, I didn't want to spoil it, but I really really like Deen, I think I'm in love with him"

"Hang on Demi." Tara took a step back looking at her friend, she ran a hand through her hair she look like she couldn't believe what she was hearing, "You've only known him two days, and knowing you the way I do I know you won't have done more than kiss him, I think it's a bit early to say you love him."

"We may have done a bit more than kissing," Demi said nervously, looking down at her hands she couldn't help but blush a little as images of their past encounters flashed through her mind.

"Wow," she said. After a pause she continued, "Don't worry, if Deen likes you as much as you like him I'm sure he'll be able to get past this Chris thing, after all if he's hurt it means he cares. Just think if the shoe was on the other foot, would you be able to forgive him?" Tara asked.

Demi smiled, "I think I could forgive him anything." 

"Ok so don't you worry, you have a big swim in less than an hour, you go to the pool and start your warm up and I'll go and find Deen."

"Thank you Tara, you are so good to me." Demi gushed.

"Don't push it Demi, now go to that pool and aim for the best you can."

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Deen scowled into his coffee, he knew it didn't make any sense. Why did he feel so hurt that Demi had been lying to him? After all, he'd been lying to her. What right did he have to be hurt? 

Maybe it was his pride? When Amber had told him that Demi had a boyfriend he'd been so sure that she was lying. But it turned out she was telling the truth. He looked like an idiot.

Demi had a boyfriend and she'd even had the gall to kiss him in his face. Did she have no shame? "Well stuff her," he thought to himself wishing he meant it. He felt sick right to his stomach. At least his secret was safe, he could just slip out of the Olympic park and get on a plane home. That would be funny, Amber's newspaper reporters would be waiting to get a picture of Demi and him together and he'd be high in the sky above them.

He chuckled to himself and was about to sip his coffee when the chair opposite was pulled out. Tara, Demi's trainer sat down opposite him.

"You aren't very good at hiding," Tara said with a satisfied smile.

"Who said I was hiding?" Deen retorted, "You've only just caught me, I was about to be head to the airport."

"Running away that easily Mr James? I'm surprised you would let your prize slip away so easily," Tara said leaning forward taunting him.

"Well it would seem my prize already belongs to another," Deen said sitting back with a scowl, "Whatever I may be, I am not a thief." 

"Don't be so sure of that Mr James, things move fast in the world of Olympic Swimming. It could just be that your prize is more available to you now than ever." Tara said.

"Surprise me." Deen could feel his temper rising, he had played enough games in this god forsaken place.

"I don't see how, surely you can't be blind to how she feels about you? I've never seen her like this about anyone before." Tara said. "Chris has been a disaster for her since she met him, he's like a leach on her, just like her mother. In fact it was her mother that set the two of them up. I am pleased that he's gone."

"He's gone? For good? Well none of that explains why she didn't tell me about him before," Deen said.

"Well you'd have to ask her about that, but I would suspect it was a reality she didn't want to face up to," Tara explained. "Anyway, I get the feeling that you have secrets of your own Mr James."

Deen shifted uneasily. How much did she know? There is no way she could know about his deal with Amber.

"Don't worry, the only thing that matters to me is how you feel about her, I don't care about your secrets," Tara said.

Deen smiled, he was relieved, but his heart was pumping, Demi had still kept her boyfriend Chris a secret, but at the same time she had obviously just made a decision. More importantly she'd chosen him.

"I'm still hurt, but that tells me I feel more strongly about her than anyone I've ever met before. She is really amazing," Deen said.

"That is good to hear Mr James," Tara said. "So I would suggest you go and see her as soon as possible.

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As she stood on the starting blocks, her body bent almost double, Demi felt more alone than she had at any point in her life. She was about to swim in the four hundred metre freestyle finals. In the back of her mind she knew that she was the fastest swimmer in the group. But her drive was gone. The reason for her success had left and abandoned her. With good reason as well. She couldn't believe she'd been so stupid, why hadn't she told Deen about her boyfriend? It would have been an easy conversation but now she had destroyed their relationship before they'd really begun.

The electrical noise sounded and Demi dove into the pool. She swam, but she knew she wasn't swimming fast. She was going through the motions but she had no drive to win. If anything she thought maybe she should come last, that would hurt her mother. 

It was her mother who had set her up with Chris, her mother who had provided Chris with her box of toys, her mother who had no doubt put the idea into Chris' head that he could have some fun with her in the changing room. She tried to wipe the image of Chris making her cum with the pink rabbit vibrator from her mind but she couldn't.

On her fourth length of the pool, half way into the race, Demi looked up to where she knew Tara would be standing. It was agreed that she would look at Tara at this point to find out how she was doing. She only looked out of habit, she knew she was already well off the necessary pace. 

In that brief glimpse she was shocked to see Deen standing next to Tara, he looked straight at her and smiled. 

Her heart leapt, whatever Tara had done or said, she'd managed to bring Deen back, she'd get a chance to explain to him what had happened. There was suddenly hope.

This changed everything. Demi suddenly felt her drive return to her. The images of Chris left her. She felt the desire to once more to do the best that she could.

Powerful stroke followed powerful stroke, she started to feel her muscles protesting. She didn't glance at Tara or Deen again and she didn't look to see where the rest of the field were. She'd entered her swimming space, the zone where nothing else mattered apart from stroke after stroke.

Demi's hand touched the side of the pool, she had no idea how she'd done, she looked left and right to see how many others were at the pool side, at least five were at the wall looking up to the screen to see how they'd done.

Fourth. 

Just out of the medals, but quite an achievement to have made up that many places. That didn't matter though. All she wanted to do was speak to Deen. She knew she'd have to wait until after her warm down. Then she could explain herself. It was going to feel like a long warm down session.

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Chapter 14 - Explanations

"Oh Deen I'm so sorry," were Demi's first words to Deen as he approached alone. There was no sign of Tara, this was one thing she'd have to do on her own.

"Why didn't you tell me about him?" Deen asked bluntly.

Demi was taken aback by the question being asked to openly, but he deserved an answer she thought, "I know it was stupid, but when I was with you I didn't even think about him once. He and I haven't been close for a long time. Things just haven't been right but I didn't know what was missing until I met you. You've shown me what a relationship can be like. You've shown me how good it can be. I know I've messed up. I know I should have told you about him from the very beginning. I just couldn't face it. I didn't want you to think badly of me." Demi looked down. "What a mess I made of that!"

Deen put his hand gently on her cheek. Demi looked up at him wondering what he was going to say or do, she'd just laid herself bare for him in the hope that he could forgive her, in the hope that he wanted to take her back. She looked into his eyes, they were gleaming.

"It's ok Demi, I understand. It's like a separate world down here in the Olympic village," Deen said.

Demi felt her heart flutter and her stomach lurch with excitement. 

"You are the most amazing girl I've ever met. I've really fallen for you Demi. I understand why you wanted to pretend Chris didn't exist. I'm kind of flattered. Besides I've my own confession too," he began.

Demi was amazed, Deen had forgiven her, he'd understood. She reached up and put a finger on his lips. 

"Enough confessions for one day," she said with a smile, "Whatever it is it can wait, for another time. I want to tell you how I can make all of this up to you."

Deen smiled at her as she removed her finger.

"You don't need to make it up to me," he said.

"I want to make it up to you, I want to give you what you've never been given before, I want you to be able to do whatever you want to me, and I'll give you complete control and obedience. Whatever you want, I'll do it." Demi said her heart racing. She'd been trying to suggest this before Chris had arrived now was her chance and at the same time she could make things up to him.

"You know that won't work Demi, I have too much respect to be able to do that to you. I can't let myself go. I love you."

Demi's heart started racing in her chest, he'd just said the big L word. He'd let it slip. She felt amazing.

"But this is where my amazing plan comes in. I have a full metallic gold cat suit with a hood it's left over from a photo shoot. You can't tell it's me. If we were to combine that with a ball gag then maybe you can get over your little problem, maybe you would see me as your fuck toy." Demi whispered the last bit.

Demi watched Deen for a response. his eyes were giving nothing away. Would he agree to this? Would he think that she was mad or stupid, or would he love the idea? She waited.

All of a sudden a smile spread across Deen's face.

"That just might work," Deen said calmly.

Demi squealed and pulled Deen into a big hug.

"Come on, let's go back to the Village and see if we can get things started." Demi said.

She grabbed hold of Deen's hand and pulled him towards the main exit. He followed easily for a moment and then seemed to resist. She pulled a bit harder, wondering why Deen might have changed his mind.

"Hang on Demi lets go out another way," he said as she pushed open the exit door. As she turned and looked at him she realised she'd managed to walk into the sights of the press photographers. She hadn't expected that. They shouldn't have been there. She forced a smile and walked through them with Deen following behind. 

She grinned thinking that maybe there would be some nice pictures in the paper of Deen and her. 

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Chapter 15 -- Making up.

"Wow, look at me," Demi said in awe as she stood in front of the long mirror in her room. 

She was clad head to toe in a gold metallic cat suit. The material was smooth and clung to her every contour. Her figure looked spectacular, her broad shoulders tapered down to her slender waist before her hips swelled out and her long legs began. She towered over Deen as he'd insisted she wear the gold high heels that she'd worn on their first date.

She ran her hands, covered in gold metallic gloves, up the sides of her waist. She then slid them round her front and over her unsupported breasts. They felt large and vulnerable even though they were clad in the tight material. They weren't squashed flat the way her swimsuits squashed them, but years of being flattened seemed to have left its toll as her breasts hung low on her chest.

The hood had a zip up the back which secured it in place, there were three big openings in it. Two for her eyes and one for her nose and mouth. It was hard for even her to recognise herself. She hadn't worn this before. She hadn't had the confidence to go through with the shoot it had been bought for.

"Yes, you look amazing," Deen said with a grin running his hand across her bottom. "And check out your camel toe," he said hungrily. He'd cheered up now, for the whole walk back to the Olympic Village he'd seemed moody and distracted. That all seemed to vanish when he'd seen her in the gold cat suit.

Demi looked down at her crotch in the mirror and sure enough her gold cat suit was pulling up into pussy.

"Wow Deen, look at that, you can see almost everything," she squealed.

"I know, how sexy is that," he said as he slid a finger down to trace the outlines of her lips through her cat suit.

"You think it's sexy?" 

"You showing your pussy off in this cat suit? Yeah, I think that's sexy!"

"Imagine I went out like this," she grinned. "Imagine what people would think!" 

"You like that idea don't you?" Deen whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against her ear lobe. "You like imagining a whole room of people looking at the outline of your pussy lips and none of them saying a word."

Demi nodded and groaned loving the feel of him pressing up against her back. She could feel his hardness against her thigh.

"Maybe something for the future," he grinned and held up her ball gag.

Demi was happy and nervous, she was fulfilling her wish but she was also about to give up complete control to this man. She knew that once he started and once that gag was in her mouth there would be no way to stop him. That thought thrilled and terrified her at the same time. Now that she owed him an apology it made it extra special. He could take her and do what he wanted with her in exchange for forgiveness. 

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Deen looked at his gold Olympic athlete in front of him. She was so powerful, so strong, and successful and yet she was making herself weak and submissive for him. He smiled. He had to stop thinking of her as Demi if he wanted this to work. Maybe he should just think of her as his golden fuck toy.

"Ok, Fuck Toy," he said. In response Demi ground her hips back on him rubbing her thighs against his hard cock. "I need you to bend over your desk, with your hands on your back. Can you do that for me?"

Demi nodded and moved across to her desk and held herself as he'd instructed.

"This will be amazing," Deen thought to himself as he reached up between her legs and undid her zipper. The zipper was two way, and it ran from her lower belly right the way around to the top of her hood.

He started pulling the lower zipper round. He was careful and made sure he didn't catch any of her delicate skin in it. He could feel her tense up as the zipper passed over her pussy, but she soon relaxed. She said nothing to him, no questions about what he had planned, he was sure she was trembling, he didn't know if it was nerves or anticipation.

He brought the ball gag up to his own mouth and licked it, he made sure to get it coated so it was slippery. Then he moved it down and pressed it against her pussy lips. 

Her puffy pussy still hadn't recovered and was gaping erotically for him. It was such a sexy flaw for her to have, and a secret only he would know. The ball gag easily popped in, his Gold Sex Toy was trying to peer behind herself trying to work out what he was doing. He wasn't going to give let her see, and he wasn't going to tell her. He wasn't going to spoil the surprise. He worked the gag around making sure to get it slick with her pussy juices. After a moment satisfied that it was completely coated he pulled it out.

Once again he felt his Gold Sex Toy struggling to look behind her, her eyes wide, but he didn't give any hint of what was to come. He pressed the ball gag against her tight little asshole. She tensed up. "Not a good start," he thought, but she was his sex toy to do with as he wanted so he just pressed harder. Maybe it was too wide? The gag was just pressing against her tight little anus, threatening not to enter.

Deen grinned, he liked a challenge. He pressed his thumb against it and pushed hard. He was rewarded by a squeal from his Gold Sex Toy, and then the ball gag entered her. He left it in there for only a few moments, letting her get used to the feeling of something big in her ass. Then he ripped the ball gag out. Her anus hung open for a tantalising second before closing back up. He wondered what her ass would be like when he was finished. He checked to see if the gag was how he wanted it. It was, "This is going to get messy later," he thought.

"Stand up for me," he ordered and his Gold Sex Toy did as she was told. He then leant in and whispered in her ear. "You probably have about ten seconds before you are gagged and unable to speak, now would be a good time to say something if you have any doubts at all, you won't be able to stop once this gag is in." 

Demi didn't respond to him. She just stood there staring forward.

He pushed the ball gag towards her mouth careful to only hold it by the straps, he didn't fancy touching the ball part now. His Gold sex toy opened her mouth and the dirty ball gag slid in. He moved behind her and fastened the leather straps as tightly as he could.




Power of Gold 04



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Demi closed her eyes and tried to focus, she'd no idea how many times Deen had slapped her chest now, for what seem like ages he'd rained blows on her. Her breasts were the main target, but he'd also slapped her thighs, her bottom, her tummy, her face, the blows could fall anywhere at any time.

She tried to focus, this was an ordeal. It had started so extreme with the ball gag. She hadn't guessed that the gag had been in her ass until it was too late. By the time she had tasted the now familiar taste it had already been fastened tight and her mouth was filled with the taste that had driven her so wild the day before. 

She knew she was turned on, but it wasn't from the pain of his blows, it was the idea that she was so helpless, she was so exposed to the man that she loved and he was finally letting himself go on her. She'd taken away everything from herself. She knew she was a strong powerful woman and yet here she was standing here taking blow after blow anywhere that he chose to strike. Deep down she knew that she could still stop him if she wanted to, her arms and legs were free. She was strong enough to be at least a match for him but she wasn't going to.

The anticipation for her anal fuck was killing her. That was the thing that she wanted most of all. She'd been amazed how much just having the ball gag in her bottom had stung, so she guessed that when he finally put his cock inside her it was going to be a lot worse. She was going to be ruined. A wave of excitement passed through her at that thought. She felt another wave pass through her when she remembered there was nothing at all she could do now to stop the inevitable from happening.

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Deen had started slowly with his Gold Sex Toy. He'd started the same as two nights before. He'd told her that he'd do whatever he wanted no matter what, but that hadn't been quite true. He was watching her, he would be able to tell if she was uncomfortable and if that happened then he was going to stop, ungag her and give her a big comforting hug. 

He needn't have worried. His Gold Sex Toy had been able to take everything that he'd thrown at her. So he guessed it was time. Time to give her what she'd begged for. It was time to take her ass.

He reached down into Demi's toy box and pulled out the tube of Durex play lotion. He squeezed as much as he could into his hand and then smeared it all over his erect cock. He could see his Gold Sex Toy watching his every move and breathing heavily.

After he thought he'd coated his length enough he smiled at her. "Ok Gold Sex Toy, get in the position that you want," he said to her. He may as well give her some choice about this.

He watched as his Gold Sex Toy moved in front of the mirror, then dropped to her hands and knees in front of it. She then turned so that she was side on to the mirror and dropped down so her face and chest were touching the carpet with her arms pulled behind her back. 

As he moved in behind her he noticed that her hands were spreading her buttocks apart. Her gold gloved hands pulling the gold fabric clad ass apart so that her little asshole was exposed for him. It was still red from the gag having been brutally pushed inside. Unlike her hanging wet pussy just an inch below her ass was tightly closed to him.

He pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, he felt her tense up. He wondered if she'd done this before, she wasn't relaxing as she should be. He grinned. That was her problem not his. He had to remember that this wasn't a person that he loved. This was just a serious of holes for him to fuck and do with as he wanted.

He increased the pressure, there was no movement yet. He could feel the body of the Gold Sex Toy begin to shake beneath him. He put his hand down on his shaft to support it and then increased the pressure a little more. 

After several moments of no movement suddenly his head popped inside her anus. He was in. He was finally assfucking this tight little Gold Sex Toy. As his cock popped inside her head flew up and her eyes seemed as if they would bulge right out of her sockets. Then when that passed she looked at herself in the mirror and lowered her head.

He began the slow descent into the depths of her bowels. He wanted to be balls deep in her before he pulled himself back out. He took his time, being careful not to rush, but he was still being forceful, there was a tremendous amount of force between them as his cock invaded the sex toys muscles.

He was about half way when the decent stopped. There was no more movement. He increased the pressure. Nothing. He increased it more. Nothing. He pressed even harder. The Gold Sex Toys head flew back again and her eyes bulged out further than before. There was desperation in those eyes. So he increased the pressure some more. The Sex Toys golden gloved hands started trying to push at his hips trying to push him off her. He smiled as her slippery hands could get no grip on him and he increased the pressure. The gloved hands stopped trying to push at him and just clenched themselves. As soon as the hands formed fists something happened. 

He had no idea why, but all of a sudden something moved inside of her and his cock sank the rest of the way in to her. He could hear the Gold Sex Toy screaming into her gag and her arms resumed trying to push him off her.

That was when he began to ass fuck her properly.

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She'd never imagined it would be like this, it had never been like this with anyone else. Her first time had been boring, her second time had hurt a little bit, but never had she felt such raw pain from having anal sex.

The first bit had been ok, it had stung like hell but she was able to deal with that. In fact she might even have liked it. But then he'd got stuck and he'd just pushed and pushed until he forced his way in. There was nothing she could do to stop him. She actually felt as if her insides were rearranging in the moments before his cock plunged deep into her bowels.

Then he'd pulled back and it actually felt like he was pulling her bowels out with him. The dragging was like nothing she'd ever felt before. 

She'd screamed and clenched but she'd known it would do her no good. It was the moment when she realised that she was helpless, in pain, wounded and at his mercy that she began to enjoy it. It was like a little switched flipped in her mind and the pain became pleasure.

He then built up his fucking rhythm, he pumped faster and harder into her ruined asshole and she got hotter and hotter.

She'd chosen to be in front of the mirror deliberately. She loved the way she looked in that gold cat suit with her ass high in the air for him. Though it was much hotter to look at the way his beautiful body was mechanically fucking her. She could just see his beautiful hard cock thrusting in and out of her asshole without a care for her.

She didn't even need to respond with her own thrusts she just lay still watching as he took her.

When she came she felt herself clamp down around his invading cock. As her muscles clamped she felt sharp stabbing pains throughout her body. The pain felt so good when it reached her mind and her orgasm deepened further.

The orgasm was powerful each wave that came through her caused her more pain which in turn caused another wave of orgasm. It was taking everything from her. There was nothing she could do as the orgasm ravaged her.

She was a weak and quivering wreck when he felt him pull out of her asshole, she barely moved as he placed his cock over her masked head and began pumping his cum all over her face. 

The hot white cum ran down the slick gold material into her eyes and nose, she watched in the mirror as it trickled down and she felt herself shudder to another orgasm.

She felt barely conscious as Deen undid her gag dropping it to the floor beside her. He then curled up behind her on the floor and pulled her into a hug, holding her powerful body tight against him.

"Thank you," she whispered before drifting off into a contented sleep.

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Deen watched as the beautiful athlete fell asleep in his arms. That had been the best, the roughest sex he'd ever had in his entire life. It was made hotter because she'd actually loved it in the end. 

He couldn't relax though, he had to speak to Amber he had to stop the article appearing anywhere. If he stood a chance of a future with Demi he had to stop the articles and then own up to her about who and what he was. If she cared deeply enough for him he hoped that she'd be able to forgive him.

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