The Obedience Coach ((LitShark & monique_minx))

Niko Rostislav was awake before dawn, making sure that the finishing touches were completed on every piece of equipment in his massive indoor gym. Using tensile gauges to ensure that the stabilizing wires on the balance beam was at competition-level tension, ensuring that the uneven bars were set to regulation height exactly, that the springboard was at the ideal level of resistance—making sure that everything was just right.

The first orange fingers of dawn began to creep through the jagged mountain range that the floor-to-ceiling windows of the gym overlooked. Niko was pouring his first cup of coffee, sitting down at his desk to double-check that his newest pupil’s flight had arrived on time. By now she was probably in the car he’d ordered to pick her and her belongings up from the airport and bring them on the long, winding journey from the city to his remote, mountain chalet.

The sun crested the horizon at just past five, and the full radiance of both the gym and the snow-covered valley below came into full view. The ceilings were high and all the reinforcement beams along the roof were lacquered to display the full brilliance of the grain. The chalet itself sat on a forty acre plot that remained as wild and untouched as when he’d bought it, aside from the land he built his lavish six bedroom dream home on and the dirt access road that led to it.

By Alanna’s second week here, the snows would cover the road and passage of any sort would be made impossible—for this reason, Niko made a fifth check of his food stores and water supply. Reassured yet again, he returned to the gym to give all the equipment a good dusting of chalk.

It was that time again—the nerves were setting in.

Every student Niko had ever instructed had been resistant, and they tended to make good points. It was true that his methods were unconventional, but success continued do validate them year after year. The more his pupils won, the more applicants he had for the next cycle’s training. Niko was beyond selective with who he trained and when, he only took on one student every four years with only one objective in mind—Olympic gold medals. Every country vied for the opportunity to take part in the mysterious and ruthlessly defended secret of the Rostislav Training system, but neither Niko nor any of his formal students ever breathed a word. Even during competition, international cameras were all blanket banned from even recording the warm-up routines his athletes underwent prior to their competition.

Niko could make demands because his girls kept winning. In the many years he’d been training gymnasts, only one had ever failed to win multiple gold medals and she’d rejected his system all together. She’d kept his secret nonetheless. Niko liked to imagine that she kept what she knew a secret because deep down she knew that she could have done better, could have joined the pantheon of champions if she’d stuck by the system.

When the sound of chain-wrapped tires were heard on the gravel driveway, Niko stood and leaned against the balancing beam, sipping his coffee and watching through the window in the main door as his new pupil emerged from the town car he’d sent for her.

Once more, into the unknown. A new student, a new challenge, a new will to break down and rebuild from iron and oak. Niko clenched his jaw and made his face an unreadable mask of resolute determination. He’d make her strong, but he had no expectation that she’d make it easy on him.

Alanna Stirrick had been in the prime of her life only two years before, she reminisced as she grabbed her heavy duffle bag from the conveyor belt at the airport, her roller suitcase already by her side. She was 19 years old and about to ‘age out’ of gymnastics, she was running short of time to win that allusive gold medal at the Olympics. She had won out in ‘Worlds’ and took home many medals in all fields but that was only U.S based, she wanted to compete against the best on the planet. After losing and gaining only bronze against the Chinese at her first and last Olympics, she had one more left in her before she would become too old to compete internationally or at any real competition level.

Alanna was in good shape for an elite gymnast, she stood at a short 5 feet and 4 inches and weighed around 108 pounds (a little heavier than she liked, all the travel and bad food had her gain a few pounds). She carried her bags and out of the airport with her driver, they had spoken minimally and his accent was thick. He had offered to take her bags but she had declined, it was a prideful thing that she did not let her elite status go to her head.

She had come to Niko Rostislav’s facility to ensure she got the gold medals she coveted so highly. He was a mystery, none of his prior students would speak of his methods and some of them were now in their 30’s and 40’s with their gymnastic days long behind them! Alanna was surprised to be accepted, knowing how many girls were competing to be the ‘one’ he chose to train. She packed her bags immediately, her parents covering his hefty fees with her prior winnings and out of their own pockets. They were not permitted to follow her there but she was an adult, confident she would manage on her own and promised to write as often as she was able – as long as it would not interfere with her training.

Alanna stepped into the car and it trundled off along the snow covered road, the driver explaining that the snow falls predicted within the next two weeks would mean any travel by car or otherwise down from the mountains would be impossible.

“Good thing I packed for the long haul then…” She mumbled.

Alanna had brought her University studies with her, taking on two classes only in order to focus more on gymnastics. It would not last forever and most gymnasts either finished their careers with a degree to fall back on, became coaches or fell apart. She did not want to be one of the many with nothing to look forward to and nothing to fall back on.

Her long blonde hair was pinned back neatly, her snow jacket keeping her warm even though the car was heated. It was too much hassle to keep taking the bulky thing on and off again. She wore tights beneath her tracksuit pants, it was bitterly cold here and she was accustomed to a much warmer climate.

When the car finally slowed and pulled into the driveway, Alanna was eager to stretch her legs as the journey had been long and arduous after a lengthy plane trip and then straight into a two hour drive up a mountain. Alanna took a long drink from her water bottle to get her ears to pop for the altitude and replaced it in her duffle before stepping from the car. The driver had opened the boot of the car and pulled her suitcase from it, she took it from him and thanked him kindly for everything. Alanna picked her heavy duffle up and swung it over her right shoulder, taking her roller suitcase in her left hand and semi dragging it along the snowy road toward the large house.

She pushed open the main doorway with a little fuss from her duffle and stepped inside the gym. She wanted to take the time to look around but that would have been rude as Niko was standing there with his coffee, waiting for her. She slid her duffle from her shoulder and placed it on the floor, out of the doorway, pushing her suitcase with it. She figured she would grab them after she had introduced herself and Niko had shown her where to put them.

She smiled broadly and crossed the room, Alanna was excited and stretched out her hand, “Mr. Rostislav, I’m Alanna Stirrick, it’s an honour to meet you. I must admit I was surprised and honoured that you chose me, you must have hundreds of girls who would give their left arms to be here.” She knew him by sight of course, he had trained the Chinese girl who had beaten her out of Olympic gold and she had watched him curiously from across the room many times.

The Chinese always took the Olympics seriously but the strange and very serious relationship that girl had with Niko was something Alanna analyzed carefully. He never hugged her, she never touched him and they were very serious together. Even when she won, his visage never showed his excitement (if there was any) and she never jumped up and down like the other girls did. But there were stares, looks that they both exchanged that told secrets of their relationship, secrets Alanna wasn’t sure anyone else noticed were being traded. She did. She longed to know what was going on, was it a big part of how he turned out so many winners? Alanna was sure she would find out soon.

Niko took a moment to appraise his newest pupil, eyes scanning her up and down while absently sipping his coffee. She was in decent shape, not completely ruined by the typical American diet, but she still had weight to lose—he’d help her with that. Her limbs seemed strong, gracile and well-toned, but she’d need more mass to excel at the international level, he could help her with that too.

Alanna’s offered hand was ignored after a moment of looking at it as though it were some unwelcome pest who slithered into his immaculate home. With the long, tense appraisal completed, Niko sipped his coffee again and finally spoke.

“At all times you will call me Coach or Sir, personal greetings are reserved for my friends and my students who have earned the right—you have not. Your room will be up the stairs, second door on the right. Mine is the first door on the right, adjoining yours. Under no circumstances are you ever to enter my room unannounced. The bathroom is across the hall. You may go now and store your things, then change into appropriate workout attire. I’ll be here when you’re finished.”

Niko’s voice was dispassionate and firm. He had a Russian accent, but spoke fluent English—it was much better than his broken Cantonese he’d had to fumble over with his previous charge. After delivering his curt introduction, Niko turned away from Alanna to allow her to carry and store her own things in the small, Spartan bedroom that he kept for new students.

“Put nothing on the walls and don’t bother charging any electronics you may have brought. There is no cell service up here and the WiFi is for my personal use—not yours.” Niko called over his shoulder, taking his seat behind his computer in the corner of the gym opposite the stairs.

Niko was dressed as he always dressed when he was working, in comfortable Adidas track sweats with a black ribbed tank-top underneath. As a notorious ex-pat of the Soviet Union, Niko enjoyed his reputation as an international recluse and took full advantage of wearing all black at every opportunity. His trademark response when asked by media why he only wore black was always, “anything but red.” International rags loved that quote, the world over—especially after the wall came down.

Alannah was very beautiful, that much was obvious right away—but that was sometimes a liability in training, especially in the case of Americans. She was his first American pupil in sixteen years, one bad experience had convinced him that Americans were too arrogant to be taught by nature, they always demanded to know ‘why’ about everything. Why wasn’t he coddling them? Why was he looking at them like that? Why couldn’t they call their families? The one student who’d failed to medal had been an American, she abandoned the program entirely.

There was something about Alannah, though. He’d watched the videos of her run at the World’s competition countless times—videos of all of her performances, really. She was gifted in a way that very few are, but at the Olympics she’d sabotaged herself. Self-sabotage was an impulse Niko was familiar with, and knew very well how to coach against it.

There’s no use in telling a self-saboteur that they deserve something… you must make them earn it until they tell you that they can’t anymore, then you make them keep on earning.

“You should be dressed by now!” Niko called up the stairs, the video on his laptop paused at the most awkward moment of Alanna’s fall at the end of her Olympic floor routine.

He transferred the image to the overhead, projector screen which descended to block out the breathtaking view.

Alanna held her hand out for a few moments before she released Niko had no intention of shaking it, she withdrew it smartly and wondered why he eyed her hand like it was filthy rag he wouldn’t touch. He was short and to the point, describing where she could find her room rather than showing her. Alanna’s eyebrows raised slightly as he continued but she kept her silence and her cool, her face did not display how taken aback she felt. She reasoned that he was Russian and everything was just to the point, there was no dithering about and Alanna knew Niko was all business. Good. She wanted a coach, not a friend.

Alanna collected her suitcase and duffle as he dismissed her, she struggled a little up the stairs but gritted her teeth determinedly. She was surprised he wanted to get started right away, with all her other coaches, there had been a settling in period to allow her to overcome her subsequent jetlag.

“At least he doesn’t mess around…” She mumbled and opened the door to her room.

As soon as she was inside, she closed the door and glanced around at the sparse bedroom which was to be her home for the foreseeable future. There was a plain single bed with white sheets, made with hospital corners, a bedside table with a simple white lamp and a dresser. That was it. No phones, no electronics at all, nothing. She had seen more in hotel rooms!

Alanna removed her jacket and dumped her duffle on her bed, she ripped the zipper open quickly as she remembered she was supposed to be getting changed. She pulled a purple leotard with simple gold detailing, it was one of over a hundred she had in that bag. Training tended to wear them out quickly and she wanted to be quite prepared. Alanna slipped her shirt over her head and kicked her boots off. As she changed, she wondered about his no electronics rule and supposed it was part of keeping her focused.

Alanna pulled her leotard on and checked her hair pins would stay put, she quickly sprayed her hair with strong hold hair spray. She grabbed another spray bottle and lifted the hem on the right side of her rear, spraying it with ‘butt glue’, she repeated it on the left side.

“You should be dressed by now!”

Alanna jumped and scowled, speaking to herself in a huff, “Going as fast as I can! Sheesh!”

She hurriedly shoved everything back into her duffle and remembered Niko’s gaze when she had outstretched her hand for him to shake. She looked at her hands, expecting to see dirt or something disgusting but they were fine, her nails were clipped a little short so they didn’t encumber her during training but they were still perfectly shaped and buffed. Her hands had a few callouses but that was normal, most gymnasts pulled skin the size of quarters off their palms when the day had ended.

She shrugged, “Weird…maybe Russians greet people…differently.” Her self-argument was weak and she knew it but it was the best she could do to explain Niko’s odd behavior for now, “Or he’s a recluse. He probably doesn’t socialize a lot.”

More satisfied with that argument, Alanna shut the door to her room and made her way down the stairs again. She was frozen in place about two stairs from the bottom by the massive still photograph of herself at the last Olympics. It was Alanna’s fall on floor, one of her favourite events (which made it an even harder pill to swallow), she was dressed in red, white and blue of course and proudly representing the United States. She went for the Arabian Double Front, one of the hardest tricks to pull but sure to gain points if you could pull it off. It was to be her closing trick, she closed her eyes for a moment and saw the floor as she tumbled through the air. The instant her feet touched the floor, she knew she had overextended her legs for the landing. Alanna not only lost her balance but she fell hard on her knees and rolled, hitting the boundary line and losing an additional 0.5 points.

Her eyes opened and she swallowed and stepped down the last two stairs slowly. Looking over at Niko who was at the computer, she raised a brow at him, “You were there when it happened. I’m surprised you need photos or video. It was pretty memorable given the additional half point I lost.” She smiled thinly, her tone laden with sarcasm as she hid how shaken and shocked she’d been to see it when she came down the stairs. Truthfully, it was one memory she’d rather forget.

“I have no interest in watching losing efforts, they teach me nothing.” Niko remarked dispassionately, playing the rest of the video through the point where she rolled onto the penalty line and then went back to the moment her feet touched the mat, creating a loop that played over and over, “I watch only prospective students, video helps to show me where my attention is most needed. Come, there’s paperwork we need to take care of, then we stretch out.”

Niko finally looked up from his console, the loop continuing to play as he pulled a stack of papers and a fountain pen from the top drawer of his desk. He tried not to notice how beautiful and firm Alanna’s nubile body looked, held tightly by her competition leotard with curves in all the right places.

He rose to bring her the contract and pen, explaining the terms in broad strokes as they approached each other.

“For the first two weeks of the program, your association with the program will be considered probationary—until you and I can gauge our chemistry. The fees you’ve paid are non-refundable, but if you decide that my program isn’t for you, or I find you unnecessarily resistant to the process, I’ll fly you home immediately. No hard feelings I hope.

“Also included in this contract is a legally binding nondisclosure agreement. My livelihood is solely derived from the exclusivity of my system, even the smallest detail of my program going public could devastate my career. Under no circumstances are you permitted to share anything that goes on in this compound with anyone—not your mother, your boyfriend or your bestie. To divulge even the slightest detail of my training techniques will result in severe legal action.

“My methods are unconventional, but they’re proven to work. If you allow the system to work and don’t fight the process, you’ll taste success beyond your wildest dreams. Everyone who has been through the system all the way is a multiple event gold medalist.”

With his little sales pitch finished, Niko passed the contract over to Alanna with the pen clipped to the corner. He didn’t wait around for her to read it over, instead he moved into the center of the gym and began stretching out, spreading his legs and touching his forehead to one knee then the other.

“When you’re finished signing, leave the papers on my desk then come over here, we need to stretch you out.”

Alanna was almost embarrassed as she crossed the floor when he beckoned her to come sort out some paperwork. She realized that of course he would study where she failed in order to help her succeed. She blushed brightly as he let the video loop over her fall, it shook her to her core. Failure was not something Alanna handled well. It had taken weeks for her parents to coax her from her room after that and insist they would do whatever was needed to help her come back from it. Well, here she was.

He stepped forward with papers in hand and began explaining the ‘contract’ to her. He spoke about the first two weeks being probationary and Alanna’s chin rose a few inches, she felt almost challenged as though he expected she would fail him already. She was determined not to, of course. Alanna already knew to expect the non-disclosure portion of it, which was the most she could get out of one of Niko’s former students. All the woman would say is that her contract with Niko would not allow her to divulge any of his techniques. Her eyes had lit up and then sharpened tightly however when Alanna thanked her and said she was only curious because she had been accepted by Niko.

“Show me the letter.” The woman had asked her and Alanna obliged her, handing over the letter with Niko’s unmistakable signature.

She gave it back to Alanna, “He hasn’t changed, same letter I got ten years ago.”

Alanna nodded, sensing that the other woman was in deep thought, “I should go…”

The woman snapped out of it and nodded, “Yes, you have a lot coming to you in the next few weeks. All I will say is that you are not prepared, you never will be. It’s worth it. It’s really hard. If you think of it as militant you will only scratch the surface of Niko’s training. You will be a success, especially if he likes you. But if he likes you, he’ll probably be even harder on you.”

Alanna had left scratching her head and wondering what the hell she was walking into but if it was possible, she was even more excited to begin this journey.

Alanna took the papers from Niko, pen poised as he didn’t wait for her to read them. She looked at them briefly and then back at him as he began stretching himself out. She swallowed, her parents always taught her to read before signing anything but she didn’t want to disappoint Niko and risk being thrown out of the program already. She winced and signed it quickly, placed both pen and paper on the desk. She wandered over to Niko and prepared to start stretching by loosening her arms up and shaking her leaden limbs as she tried to ignore the loop video still playing. She wondered about his specific wording of ‘we’ and figured he probably had different ideas on stretching and limbering up. As she psyched herself up and began her normal stretches, she figured he would tell her if she had to do anything different because this was all new to her and hell, it was only stretches!

Niko smiled as he heard the sound of the pen moving over paper and being set down, she hadn’t read it. There wasn’t anything hidden or misleading in the agreement—except maybe for the temporary guardianship clause—but it helped him to gauge his pupil’s opinions of him by whether or not they took the time to read the forty-five pages of legalese. She wanted to impress him, that was good. Niko knew well how to play this with a student who wanted to impress him. It was most common for girls not to read the contract.

“Come,” Niko called over his shoulder, holding out his hands and beckoning Alanna over by opening and closing his fingers, “sit down and spread.”

When she placed her hands in his, he gently tugged her down to sitting across from him. He was wearing cloth-soled slippers and when she spread her legs to him, he placed his feet between her thighs. The balls of his feet angled inward to grip the points of her slender hips while his heels pressed into her thighs and spread her legs into a wide split. By keeping her hips upright with the fronts of his feet keeping her pelvis upright and her legs spread near the point of dislocation, he began to pull her arms with his. The first tug was almost gentle, the second pull wasn’t gentle at all, and he finished by leaning his back down onto the floor mat until her blonde ponytail pooled in the lap of his track pants.

“Preparation is performance. Competitions of this nature are decided long before the performance ever takes place, the performance is merely the demonstration of superior preparation. You think that winning is about desire, you think that it’s about rising to the occasion, you think that it’s about delivering a stunning performance, fueled by the love of your family and the encouragement of your adoring fans. This is all horseshit. Your competitors want to win just as badly as you do, their families love them just as much and the occasion is just as big. They all have just as many fans—more in most cases, because most other countries don’t invent a half-dozen sports that no one else understands and pretend that they matter at a global level. Only preparation determines results.”

With this, he gave one last solid tug from his shoulders before releasing her hands and letting his feet slide off of her hips, allowing her to recover on her own. He let her get adjusted for as long as it took him to climb up to his knees and grasp her left calf. Using one hand to push her onto her back, he moved her leg up onto his shoulder and leaned forward. He leaned into her until her knee pressed into her breast and the bulge in his track pants was firmly pressed up against her tightly bound cleft. He wasn’t hard—not exactly, but he wasn’t exactly flaccid either. Then he moved up onto his toes, bearing more of his weight into her as his hands grasped her hips and shoved her ass against the mat.

“Here, we will prepare you. We stretch like we stretch for competition, we perform like we perform for competition and we do nothing that will hold you back at any point. Only preparation. By the time you’re tasked to perform, it will be mundane—luxurious even, because you will be prepared for anything. My job is to provide the anything.”

After he’d said all this, his face close enough that his breath moved small clusters of blonde hair out of her face, he dropped back to his knees and slowly let her leg back up. He set it gently back to the mat before picking up her other calf and guiding it to his shoulders. In a moment, he was back up on his toes, leaning into her and pushing her ass back down.

“If you fight me, I cannot prepare you. If you disagree with my methods, I cannot prepare you. If you refuse me or disagree when I give you instruction, I cannot prepare you. Only you can do what is necessary to win,” as he said necessary he slowly pushed the long outline of his nearly hard cock along the clear valley where her leotard pressed into her in this position. “do you think that you can do what it takes?”

Niko indicated for her to join him on the floor and Alanna was a little shocked at first, she’d expected some slow warm up exercises, nothing serious but this was competition stretching which meant he really intended for her to work out hard on her first day! She recovered quickly and moved over to him, placing her hands in his and allowing him to pull her down to the floor. Alanna spread her legs knowingly and grunted softly as he applied pressure to her thighs with his feet. He then took her and began the ‘row’, it was so called because it was a similar motion to rowing a boat wherein he pulled her back and forth, stressing and stretching out her thighs and back muscles.

He started slow and gentle but soon enough, Alanna found herself all the way forward with her face near to his crotch but for a few inches and then he spoke for the first time, “Preparation is performance. Competitions of this nature are decided long before the performance ever takes place, the performance is merely the demonstration of superior preparation. You think that winning is about desire, you think that it’s about rising to the occasion, you think that it’s about delivering a stunning performance, fueled by the love of your family and the encouragement of your adoring fans. This is all horseshit. Your competitors want to win just as badly as you do, their families love them just as much and the occasion is just as big. They all have just as many fans—more in most cases, because most other countries don’t invent a half-dozen sports that no one else understands and pretend that they matter at a global level. Only preparation determines results.”

She didn’t need to nod or respond to him, even if she had been able to. Her muscles were burning in protest of the strain they were being put under. Alanna was breathing faster than normal when he released her hands and she sat up properly as he shifted his position. He pressed his hand to her shoulder and pushed her back until she was flat on the mat and took up her left leg, he pressed it hard until her own knee was touching her breast. Alanna grunted and swallowed softly, she could feel his breath washing over her face and although she had never had a man sexually before, she was certainly not naïve, she knew what she was feeling between her legs but chose to ignore it. It wouldn’t be the first time a male coach had innocently brushed her and there were clothes between them.

He then gripped her a little more violently and applied sudden pressure until her ass drove hard into the mat, “Here, we will prepare you. We stretch like we stretch for competition, we perform like we perform for competition and we do nothing that will hold you back at any point. Only preparation. By the time you’re tasked to perform, it will be mundane—luxurious even, because you will be prepared for anything. My job is to provide the anything.”

He leaned back and released her leg, taking the other one in hand and moving forward to apply the same pressure. Alanna let the sense of his words wash over her, she was understanding fast that this would be a lot more intense than anything she had ever done before. Niko would not start small, she wasn’t even sure he knew what small was.

“If you fight me, I cannot prepare you. If you disagree with my methods, I cannot prepare you. If you refuse me or disagree when I give you instruction, I cannot prepare you. Only you can do what is necessary to win.”

Alanna swallowed as she felt Niko’s manhood press meaningfully against her leotard covered mound, she looked straight up into his eyes questioningly. She was unsure if he was being subtle or direct. Was she reading more into this than there was? He couldn’t be serious, was she imagining him moving against her like that?

“Do you think that you can do what it takes?”

He was a world renowned elite trainer for Christ’s sakes! Alanna silently berated herself for even thinking he was interested in her that way. ‘Thinking a bit highly of myself, much?!’ Alanna thought to herself as she nodded to him insistently and cleared her throat.

“I have what it takes. Otherwise, I’m just wasting your time, right? I intend to gold medal and break records when I leave here with you. If I was soft, I wouldn't have gotten this far.” Alanna said quietly. Although she had scolded herself for thinking he was interested in her, she was still uncertain if perhaps he had meant something else.

Alanna stayed true to Niko’s expectations, assenting to his conditions and promising that she had what it took to succeed—they always believed in themselves so resolutely. Niko smiled briefly and nodded once, curtly, before releasing Alanna’s leg and switching positions. He wasn’t the least bit shy about manhandling her, grasping her smooth, bare thigh in his large hands and angling one leg out straight while lifting her up by her hip onto the other knee. With one leg pitched out straight and the other propping her up, Niko wrapped one long arm around her arm and leveled his own knee between her shoulder blades and slowly leaned back, arching her around his knee, stretching her long, angular back and shoulder with aggressive and painful efficacy.

“You will adhere to a strict diet while under my care, you will eat only what and when you are instructed by me. Any sneaking of food or attempts at cheating will result in your immediate removal from my program without a refund. You will also be tasked with various household chores that I expect you to complete without argument.”

Niko gave one final, backward tug on her helpless arm before releasing her, his palm moving down her arm and along the side of her breast, just briefly, but not timidly. He took her other arm and allowed her to switch her stance, kneeling on the other side before he leaned back with her other arm, his knee baring into her back once more.

“You fell in competition because your routine was flawed, you choreographed this move which you did not have. A performer does not have a move that they cannot do ten times out of ten. I cannot give you moves, but I can show you how to earn them. You can count on my candor when I tell you that you do or do not have a move. There will be no uncertainty.”

At last, Niko decided that she was stretched out enough for what he had planned and released her, this time forgoing the slow pass of his hand along her arm. He rose and went back to the computer. He let the audio of the American telecast play through the multi-million dollar sound-system that crowded the rafters of his immaculate gym.

Oh, ouch! That is a tough fall, Gina. That is going to cost her with the judges.

It looks like she committed a boundary violation too. That’s an automatic two-tenths deduction.

“You hear how they turn on you? These are the ‘fans’ whose adoration you think will help you win. Your fellow Americans. I want you to show me, now, how this should have gone. If you had this move, and could have landed, show me your landing posture.”

Niko allowed Alanna enough time to get her bearings and process his command over the derision of the television announcers. He let her move to the spot on the mat where the trick would have landed and take her finish position.

“No wonder you cannot land this trick, you’re heavy footed like a mule. Stand on the balls of your feet, legs—strong! Make yourself as long as you are able, try to touch the ceiling. Your heels should not be on the mat, they should be hovering, just high enough for a sheet of paper to pass under.”

Niko took a blank sheet of paper from his desk and a pad of black ink that he used to ink stamps that he sometimes endorsed checks with.

“Go up on point, please,” Niko slid the paper under Alanna’s feet and pressed the ink pad against the bottoms of each of her heels, “now back to finish position. Do not let your heels touch the paper.”

When Alanna complied, Niko slapped the backs of her calves and barked, “strong!” repeating this slapping on the backs of her thighs again, only slightly harder, “strong!” again he raised his hands up, this time above her head and slapped her with both hands on her ass cheeks with the force of his weight behind it, his fingers latched onto the firm flesh that they found there, “always strong! Everything, always, always strong. Now stay.”

Niko withdrew his hands, he moved across the room to where his coffee mug was still resting on the arm of his reclining chair. He sat, facing Alanna as she held her finish position diligently. He crossed his legs and took a long, slurping sip from his mug. With his legs crossed it was difficult to tell, but Niko’s cock was hard—he always got riled up by training his protégés in the early going, before he had the chance to fuck them.

“Stay strong. Don’t let your heels touch the paper. There will be consequences for failing in this task.”

Oh, ouch! That is a tough fall, Gina. That is going to cost her with the judges.

It looks like she committed a boundary violation too. That’s an automatic two-tenths deduction.
Oh, ouch! That is a tough fall, Gina. That is going to cost her with the judges.

It looks like she committed a boundary violation too. That’s an automatic two-tenths deduction.
Oh, ouch! That is a tough fall, Gina. That is going to cost her with the judges.

It looks like she committed a boundary violation too. That’s an automatic two-tenths deduction.

Niko shifted positions and she found herself being pulled in painfully inhumane ways, she grunted and squinted her eyes up until her muscles started to adjust themselves and stretch out to accommodate the situation.

“You will adhere to a strict diet while under my care, you will eat only what and when you are instructed by me. Any sneaking of food or attempts at cheating will result in your immediate removal from my program without a refund. You will also be tasked with various household chores that I expect you to complete without argument.”

Alanna grunted her assent rather than verbalizing anything, these conditions were typical of most training programs. Aside from perhaps household chores but she was living in house this time and intended to help out regardless. Niko shifted to her other side and took her opposite arm in hand, her breast shooting electric currents through her skin as he skimmed it firmly and then rendered her defenseless again.

“You fell in competition because your routine was flawed, you choreographed this move which you did not have. A performer does not have a move that they cannot do ten times out of ten. I cannot give you moves, but I can show you how to earn them. You can count on my candor when I tell you that you do or do not have a move. There will be no uncertainty.”

He spoke evenly while Alanna struggled for breath as her body took its time adjusting again. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Niko released her and Alanna held back the very vocal relief she was feeling. He moved towards the computer but Alanna was too busy standing up and shaking herself out to pay much attention. Finally the unmistakable booming voice of the Olympic commentators came out of the speakers and Alanna looked up in shock.

“You hear how they turn on you? These are the ‘fans’ whose adoration you think will help you win. Your fellow Americans. I want you to show me, now, how this should have gone. If you had this move, and could have landed, show me your landing posture.”

Alanna scowled and moved towards the floor, her nerves felt shot as the voice continued over the speakers. She tried to think of how she had wanted to land but it was difficult, she was not in motion like she normally would be. She put her arms up for balance and frowned, this was harder than she thought, she spread her legs somewhat but the exact distance was hard to determine. Ultimately Niko pulled her up before she could finish but she was already red faced and humiliated.

“No wonder you cannot land this trick, you’re heavy footed like a mule. Stand on the balls of your feet, legs—strong! Make yourself as long as you are able, try to touch the ceiling. Your heels should not be on the mat, they should be hovering, just high enough for a sheet of paper to pass under…Go up on point, please.”

Alanna pulled her feet up a little higher off the mat, her legs firm as she tried to hold that position longer than she normally would have. As she did, he slid paper beneath her feet and something else, was that an ink pad? He instructed her to hold and not let her heels touch the paper, her arms were back up in the air and now she was nervous, she had never done an exercise like this before.

Then he started to smack her calves, they were tensed but Alanna was more concerned Niko would cause her to lose her balance. Alanna clenched her teeth determinedly as he yelled and smacked her thighs this time. Finally he smacked her ass so hard that she moved a foot forward with the weight of him on her and squeaked before sliding her foot back and retaining her position, her eyes wide as his fingers dove into the milky flesh of her backside.

“Always strong! Everything, always, always strong. Now stay.”

Alanna swallowed as he moved away, her determination shaken up by his ‘in-your-face’ techniques but she wanted to prove she belonged here. He sat down with his coffee and Alanna glanced down at where she had stepped forward earlier, she breathed a sigh of relief to see there was no ink stains on the mat as she must have kept on her toes, it was more difficult to see the paper.

“Stay strong. Don’t let your heels touch the paper. There will be consequences for failing in this task.”

Alanna bit her lip and frowned as the booming voice continued, she scowled at Niko, “Is that really necessary?”

It was disconcerting and shaking her confidence up, “Mindfucking me?” Alanna raised a brow, a distinct sarcastic tone in her voice.

It was the first time she’d sworn or been frank with him since she had arrived but now was the time, she was going to be here awhile…possibly in this very position, if she could hold it. If was the operative word, Alanna wasn’t looking at a clock…in fact she couldn’t see one from her position but she was sure she had held this position for at least ten minutes, perhaps even twenty. Alanna wasn’t accustomed to holding still though, gymnasts rarely do, perhaps a minute hold on the beam for a trick but never any longer. Alanna was feeling it, agonizing pain echoing through her muscles, she had never done squats that lasted this long.

“How long do I have to hold this?” Alanna asked through gritted teeth and a furrowed brow. She could feel herself losing this battle, her arms felt heavier with every passing second and her strong legs were shaking pretty badly. Finally her heels hit the floor and her arms dropped, she gasped and kept herself on her feet though.

“Fuck.” She muttered to herself and rubbed her arms, trying to relieve the muscular pain.

Niko sighed as Alanna stumbled backward and stomped ugly black footprints all over the piece of paper. She’d lasted admirably for a while, but when she faltered a little bit, she gave up entirely. A dual-edged attribute. It was good, in that it indicated she wasn’t the sort to try and pass off inferior efforts as adequate—many would try to bear down and continue after touching the paper once, but Alanna gave in and dropped out of position right away and swore. Niko decided to focus on the other aspect of this attribute.

“You’re a quitter. I see it now. Also out of shape, but that’s to be expected.” Niko shouted after halting the looped video and commentary. “When you can’t live up to this idealized version of yourself that you’ve allowed them to make you believe is a reality, you give up and quit and say you’re sorry. Winners aren’t sorry. Only losers are sorry.”

Niko slid open the bottom drawer of his desk, to retrieve the consequence attire that he’d need Alanna to change into. It was a plain, white latex body-suit with feet, finger gloves and a hood—across the entire surface were black words written in what looked like Sharpie, in various different languages: whore, slut, loser, kuja, 계집, cagna, アウト, 妓女 and 屄. All amounting to roughly the same thing, a woman who was less than human.

“Take off your leotard and put this on, it’s part of your consequence for quitting. Don’t be shy, I’ve seen everything you have before.” Niko said firmly, moving onto the mat to hand Alanna her new uniform. “We need more supplies, I’ve made a list of things for you and things for me. You’re going to run down the hill and retrieve the things on the list, then you’ll hike back up with these things. This material will trap all of your body heat and keep you hot in spite of the snow—it doesn’t breathe.”

After giving the latex body suit to Alanna, Niko went to the supply room and came back with several bulky items. The first was an oversized backpack, with a large metal pole strung through the top and poking about two meters out on each side. The other was a pair of women’s running shoes, fitted with a sharp pair of climbing ice spikes.

“This is what you’ll be putting the supplies in, the clerk has done this before, he knows how to pack everything on the list. The items are all paid for, you need only bring them back.” Niko said, tossing the pack at her feet, waiting for her to change, “These are ice-spikes, they are sharp—they are not magical. If you don’t stomp your foot down hard, you will slide on the ice.”

Niko kept the spikes and set them next to the door.

“I’ll expect you back in two hours, the time it takes you above that will have further consequences. Your new garment has spouts at the ankle which will drain your sweat as you run, but if they freeze over, you may need to chip the ice away from the spout. Your time begins once you put on your shoes and leave the house. Any questions?”

Niko handed off the long grocery list to Alanna, letting her read the list of items she was to bring back up the two-mile, winding, mountain road. Each item was designated “(for Niko)” or “(for Pupil).” The list included items like: two whole salmon (for Pupil), one pint Hagen Daz vanilla bean ice cream (for Niko), four bottles pinot noir (for Niko), fifty pound bag of brown rice (for Pupil), 1 quart of plain yogurt (for Pupil), five filet mignion steaks (for Niko) and 4 gallons fat free milk (shared).

Alanna stopped herself short of an angry retort as he called her a quitter, she had tried as hard as she could and couldn’t hold any longer. It angered her to no end that she got no points for it, she had failed and that was cut and dry for Niko apparently. She stopped rubbing her arms and scowled as he continued his speech after halting that humiliating repeat recording.

“Take off your leotard and put this on, it’s part of your consequence for quitting. Don’t be shy, I’ve seen everything you have before. We need more supplies, I’ve made a list of things for you and things for me. You’re going to run down the hill and retrieve the things on the list, then you’ll hike back up with these things. This material will trap all of your body heat and keep you hot in spite of the snow—it doesn’t breathe.”

Alanna took the suit with a furrowed brow, what the hell? She turned it over, most of the writing on it was unintelligible to her – she didn’t read Chinese. But the English was plain and offensive, whore? Alanna looked at Niko, he had continued speaking as though this was perfectly normal. She was completely baffled as he returned with even more items and dumped them at her feet.

“This is what you’ll be putting the supplies in, the clerk has done this before, he knows how to pack everything on the list. The items are all paid for, you need only bring them back. These are ice-spikes, they are sharp—they are not magical. If you don’t stomp your foot down hard, you will slide on the ice.”

Run? In ice spikes? Wearing the ‘whore suit’? Alanna had already dubbed it. Was he completely insane? Alanna was certainly staring at him as if he was, funnily enough, he had never seemed more serious. Alanna remembered what he had said earlier, if she failed to comply then she failed him and she was out. She looked at the whore suit dumbly, wondering how many girls had worn this before her?

“I’ll expect you back in two hours, the time it takes you above that will have further consequences. Your new garment has spouts at the ankle which will drain your sweat as you run, but if they freeze over, you may need to chip the ice away from the spout. Your time begins once you put on your shoes and leave the house. Any questions?”

“You’re serious?” Alanna didn’t even wait for a response, she turned away from him and slipped her leotard from her shoulders. She couldn’t look at him as she stripped down, peeling it from her body and leaving only her sports bra in place. She bent as slightly as she possibly could at the waist and kicked the leotard from her ankles.

Alanna stepped into the whore suit and pulled it on as quickly as possible, she didn’t even pause to see if Niko was staring at her. She felt this burning sensation in her backside as though he had x-ray freaking vision! She was certain he was staring at her. When she spun around in the suit, he was most definitely staring at her. She scooped the shopping list from the floor and grabbed the backpack with a groan, her limbs were sore from holding the position for so long, this was going to be painful. She was also not accustomed to ice, she had lived in a warm climate most of her life!

“How far is it?” Alanna asked anxiously, wondering if two hours was going to be enough time for her to get there and back…and uphill with his crazy shopping list!

Alanna walked over to the ice spikes and slipped each one on slowly as she quietly calculated everything in her head and fought her own exhaustion and lack of will. She mustered the motivation to see this through and countered that this was to help her get in shape – it was a flimsy argument, in a way she almost wondered if Niko did this only to students he hated or wanted to get rid of. She felt as though he might have despised her or felt incredibly disappointed with her.

Alanna left as soon as the shoes were on and trundled down the hill. She soon realized that Niko wasn’t kidding when he said stomp her foot down as she found as patch of ice and slipped over, bruising her backside on the unforgiving ground.

“Ow!” Alanna stood up slowly and rubbed her bum, “Fucking crap! How the shit did I get myself into this mess?” Alanna rarely cursed so much, she had to be held at high expectations but when she was alone – boy, did she release!

Alanna stomped harder into the ice, gripping with the spikes, but this was more work, more pain and took a lot more determination to keep going. It also made it impossible for her to run, she barely had the strength in her limbs to stomp the ice let alone do it at speed!

“He thinks he is going to break me?! Ha! I’ll show him! I’m not that fucking fragile!” She muttered curses under her breath as she declared this to no one in particular.

Finally some buildings began to take shape, Alanna felt like she had walked 20 miles as she stomped into the ice, she shuddered to think of the uphill climb. She scanned and found the grocery store, making her way towards it, desperate to get away from the cold and ice.

Niko didn’t respond to the slight balk that Alanna gave when first confronted by the enormity of the task he’d assigned her. Are you serious? was decidedly mild compared to what some of his pupils had said when confronted with the “Grocery,” exercise. When Alanna stripped out of her leotard, Niko only glanced briefly over his shoulder to admire his would be prize. She was firm and lithe—but not in competition shape. Soon she would be.

When Alanna was securely stuffed into her skin-tight latex road-suit, Niko stopped her on her way to the door, just long enough to write “Quitter,” across her chest, in between “Bitch,” and “Slut.”

Once she was gone, Niko returned to the computer. He put on the CD that he’d requested a month ago that she wanted to choreograph her floor routine around. He listened to her music as he began setting up for her return. He dragged a well-padded massage table from the equipment closet and set it in the middle of the mat, locking the wooden legs in place and lining the surface with linens, fresh from the dryer.

He lit scented candles around the gym—practice having made him efficient in their placement. He laid out oils, heated pads and relaxation gels on a white-clothed table beside the massage table. Once all of that was laid out to his preference, Niko went back to the equipment closet to unlock the safe. He grabbed several bottles of fluids and pills, all with labels in different languages, Russian, Japanese and Thai.

Niko took his time, measuring precise values of each liquid into the bottles of oil and counting pills into a paper cup. Vitamin D, Calcium, Krill Oil, Aphrodisiac, Aphrodisiac, Aphrodisiac and two tabs of ecstasy. The pills and the oil were strongly dosed with drugs to make his newest ward pliant—the same task that the exhausting climb would elicit.

By the time she returned, she’d have no energy left for argument or complaint—only compliance. He began to hum along with the music she’d chosen, developing a taste for it as he dry-swallowed a Viagra. He envisioned her lean body, in performance condition, tumbling across his mat with his name brushed lightly across her lips.

*-*-*

When the blonde girl dressed in skin-tight latex arrived at the community market, two men outside reacted strongly. One laughed and clapped the other on the back, while the other groaned and reacted as if physically pained by the sight of her.

“Aw fan, hon är en amerikansk!” exclaimed the one who looked like he was in pain.

“Jag sa ju dum idiot!” the other laughed, “Du är skyldig mig pengar.”

As the two men exchanged jokes and currency, the one who apparently lost the bet took the opportunity to slap Alanna hard on her backside, watching the muscular knot of flesh jiggle behind the form-fitting latex suit.

Both men made their way for the two payphones at either end of the frozen grocery store porch. Each began speaking excitedly into the payphones in a different language than what they’d been using to talk to one another.

From the moment she entered the small-town grocery, dozens of men in expensive suits made calls at once from oversized satellite phones—each seemingly lost in their own regional dialect, each looking intently at Alanna. A clerk behind the main counter whistled at her, indicating with his arm raised that she should approach.

Everyone seemed to be talking about the same thing in the grocery store—namely Alanna’s perceived nationality. “American,” sounded almost the same in every language—though some seemed to be using racially pointed slurs instead.

“I bet he told you this is some kind of punishment, didn’t he?” the tall clerk, whose nametag read: Tor, called across some distance to Alanna, “he always finds some excuse to make it a punishment.”

Tor, who stood easily seven feet tall, reached out to relieve Alanna of her backpack well before it seemed he ought to be able. He set the metal bar crossways through a hitch in the top of the frame and hung two prearranged bags from each end.

“They’re weighed for balance. It’s a long hike back.” Tor remarked, beginning the long and deliberate process of filling the backpack to Niko’s exact specifications, “he also never mentions that you’ll be carrying over fifty kilos back up a very steep hill.”

It took a while to pack, but Tor kept glancing back to Alanna—they were always quite beautiful, these girls that Niko took on.

“They’re disappointed,” Tor gestured with his great, bald head to the circling men in suits, their eyes never leaving Alanna for a moment, “they were hoping for an Eastern Block student this year. They don’t understand. Niko is the same as the world—everything goes where the money is. Even gold medals.”

One of the men pressed up against Alanna, suddenly—grinding his erection against the crease in her latex suit while gripping the base through the pocket of his slacks.

Tor shoved the man back by his face and cursed loudly at him in Yugoslavian. He went on to gesture at all the other men in suits, waiving his arm until everyone cleared out of the small grocery store besides Tor and Alanna.

“Sorry about them. There’s good money in predicting an Olympic sweep—especially this early. Over the years these parasites have multiplied. Just wait until next year…”

Tor finished packing the back and struggled visibly to lift it onto the counter.

“Do you want to sit down for a minute, perhaps some water? I’m not supposed to give you water, Niko insists, but he’s not God like he thinks he is. Here.”

Tor handed Alanna a bottle of water from under the counter.

“Don’t let him change you completely. Niko knows what he’s doing, just… don’t buy into everything he says. That’s all.”

Alanna hadn’t felt self-conscious in a very long time, gymnasts wore scant clothing and she had copped a lot of scathing comments on her pictures on Twitter but this was different. These men had bet on something and Alanna frowned, she didn’t know any Swedish but could make out what she thought was ‘American’ so perhaps it was just her ethnicity. The sharp and unwanted smack on her ass from the loser however did not escape Alanna’s notice. She jumped and yelped in shock, well it was half a jump, the spiked shoes were very heavy. She was quite grateful when they walked away from her abruptly as Alanna didn’t know what she might have said or done if they hadn’t.

“People around here have no damn boundaries!” Alanna gave her bum a mindful rub, recalling Niko’s repeating smacking and grasping of it. She’d never felt so objectified in her life – and she was an elite gymnast!

Alanna wandered into the store, everyone seemed to be running for their phones and the other shoe finally dropped for Alanna – they were all betting on her. Well, on Niko’s choice of student. Alanna smacked her forehead, of course they were betting on her, Niko kept his students a carefully guarded secret and he only churned out gold medalists so people would want to know who to bet on in advance. Alanna wondered if Niko ever took bribes or got in on any of this stuff. Did it interest him? Did he care? Did he make more money off of this on top of his premium student fees?

Shaking it off, Alanna watched them all scurry about and chat animatedly, filled with excitement on their phones as she made her way inside. She didn’t miss a step as the clerk motioned her over, he seemed to be accustomed to this as he rolled his eyes at the customers on their mobile phones.

“I bet he told you this is some kind of punishment, didn’t he? He always finds some excuse to make it a punishment.”

Alanna nodded mutely, reading his nametag briefly as she ‘scurried’ over. It was less of a scurry and more of an awkward lope in her boots.

“I get the feeling he doesn’t give many rewards.” Alanna said a little louder than normal over all the chatter in the room, she was pleasantly surprised that Tor spoke English but didn’t mention it.

Alanna got closer to Tor and realized he was an extremely tall man, she wasn’t short by any means but Alanna imagined this was what it would be like to be in close proximity to a pro basketball player. Before she knew it, Tor had her backpack in hand and was assembling the strange metal bars. Alanna suddenly realized they weren’t the ski poles she had imagined them to be but rather carrying poles. Carrying what? – That truly was the question. Tor picked up some bags and hung them on each end as though he had done this many times before. Of course, Alanna then recognized, he likely had.

“They’re weighed for balance. It’s a long hike back. He also never mentions that you’ll be carrying over fifty kilos back up a very steep hill.”

Alanna gasped audibly as Tor began to fill the backpack as well, “Mother fucker…” Alanna muttered quietly under her breath, her back and legs aching over the mere thought.

This is why there’s a time limit, he doesn’t want me to succeed. There is no way I will make it back in time! I don’t even know the time! Alanna thought to herself as she mindlessly watched as Tor filled the bag.

Before Alanna could look for a clock however, Tor stole her attention again, “They’re disappointed, they were hoping for an Eastern Block student this year. They don’t understand. Niko is the same as the world—everything goes where the money is. Even gold medals.”

Alanna cracked a smile, “Am I the medalist or the money? Or are they just the same thing?”

Before Tor could answer and Alanna could continue her line of thinking with him, a strange man came up behind Alanna, startling her and holding her like an animal trying to rut her with his clothes on. Alanna squeaked but it only lasted seconds before Tor’s reflexes kicked in and he knocked the man backwards from Alanna. Alanna found a new reason to hate the nearly naked whore suit. She shuddered as Tor cleared the store, forcing everyone else to leave.

Alanna’s heart was racing as a quick dose of adrenaline coursed through her veins and she was still trying to calm herself down when Tor returned to her, “Sorry about them. There’s good money in predicting an Olympic sweep—especially this early. Over the years these parasites have multiplied. Just wait until next year…”

“…half hoping I’m not here next year right now…half knowing I will be because I don’t quit anything…” Alanna mumbled as Tor struggled to plonk the backpack down on the counter, Alanna knew it must be full….and she was fucked if Tor struggled with it, he looked like a big man.

“Do you want to sit down for a minute, perhaps some water? I’m not supposed to give you water, Niko insists, but he’s not God like he thinks he is. Here.”

“Thank you.” Alanna accepted the water gratefully and took a drink from it, she was likely to endure more horrendous punishments from Niko anyway as she was never going to make it back under the time limit. She winced, her bum was very sore from the slaps, squeezing and of course the fall she had on the ice, it wouldn’t surprise her in the slightest if it was black and blue.

“I’m not meant to succeed, am I? Does he ever let his students win at anything? Ever reward them? No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know, it might make it harder to get through if I know.” Alanna wasn’t really sure if she was speaking to Tor or herself but it might be the last person she would see apart from Niko for the next few months.

“Don’t let him change you completely. Niko knows what he’s doing, just… don’t buy into everything he says. That’s all.”

“You’re very cryptic Tor but you’re also probably the only person who has been kind to me since I arrived here…genuinely kind. Thank you. I suppose I will eventually understand everything you’ve been telling me…its early days yet.” She half smiled, “I guess Niko has met all kinds of strengths in the women he has trained so far…”

Alanna kept speaking as she hefted the backpack up and onto her back with all her strength and spoke to Tor over her shoulder as she began walking out of the store, “I may not have any of those….but I’ll bet he has never met anyone quite as stubborn as I am.” She grinned at Tor in spite of the strain she felt beneath the heavy bag and carefully exited, the poles missing the door frame with mere inches to spare.

She trudged out of the town with relative ease but hastily acknowledged that the additional weight of the bag was causing her significant strain, she was sweating profusely beneath the suit. It remained liquid as long as it was inside the suit but slowly and surely, the sweat dripped down her body with inevitable gravity and exited through the spouts at the base…where her sweat started to freeze as it touched the air.

“FUCK!” Alanna complained loudly to no one and pulled her thumbs up under the bag straps and creased her brow determinedly before stomping onwards in what felt like a faster pace – the reality was she was just emotional and using her energy stomping heavier rather than faster.

She came to the steepest part of the hill and had to lean heavily forward to avoid falling backwards with the weight of the pack. She swayed side to side in the breeze with the heavy bags hanging from the poles and whimpered, she was running out of strength, she was cold and she was in a lot of pain. Her back was screaming in protest, her legs were quivering as they had been pushed the hardest of all today and Alanna had never wanted to quit anything in her life as much as she wanted to quit right now.

“Can’t…quit…I….will….die….out here!” Alanna gasped, trying to motivate herself, “Another step….come on….” She took another step, “No one….will come…”

She couldn’t really believe that one but it helped because she told herself even Niko would give it a few hours before going to look for her and she desperately wanted to get out of the cold….and the nearly-naked-whore-suit.

“Hot….bath….hot….shower…” She kept talking to herself, “Hot….chocolate!” She groaned and took two more steps, “Chocolate….I can’t….have that….fuck! Fucking training, fuck! Fucking Niko! FUCK!” She shouted but it came out more of a rasp, she looked around and realized that the last sentence had gotten her up most of the hill, she could make out the outline of the building and her eyebrows flew up.

“YES! I can….do this! Fucker!” Alanna kept trudging, it was a lot further than it looked and she was beaten down but proud that she hadn’t quit. She stepped inside the training room and her knees buckled. She dropped down with the bag still on her back, she didn’t have the strength to take the bag off but it was the first time in a long time that training had made Alanna cry. She didn’t whimper or groan or make any sound but hot tears were escaping her eyes uncontrollably.

She couldn’t lift her head, she couldn’t make her arms move to release her from the weight of the bag. Her body had essentially quit on her altogether, the only reason she was still upright on her knees was because the weight of the bag would not allow her to fall flat on her face! She just knelt there, breathing raggedly, tears dripping away and ice melting off her shoes and puddling on the floor.

As the sun dipped below the clouds on the horizon, Niko began to worry about Alanna. In the early going, before he really knew what a student was made of, he often worried about them when they were out on this initial supply run. He had to remind himself of all the others, many slighter and less determined than Alanna and none had ever failed to make it back. He sipped his coffee thoughtfully, watching the sky glaze orange, pink and purple with the setting sun—hoping that she was on her way up the hill by now.

It was true that he never actually timed the first hike to town and back, but the temperature dropped about ten degrees Celsius once the sun went down, and though the latex would do a good job of trapping her body heat in, there was real danger of her freezing if she stopped moving. Niko was pacing as the sky grew increasingly purple through his floor-to-ceiling windows.

When the sun set entirely, Niko finished his coffee and set the mug aside, moving through his office into the adjoining garage. He knew that the Snow-Cat was fueled and ready, if he needed to go out searching for his latest pupil, the prepping of the snowmobile was part of his ritualistic preparation, but he reassured himself that checking it after sundown was also part of his ritual. He always worried—but it was important that the pupil never knew how much he cared about them. His approval was to be something that they never quite received.

After insuring that the snowmobile was in fact fueled and ready to go, Niko returned to the main house in time to spot the faint outline of Alanna’s silhouette approaching up the road. She was still a long ways off, but not so far that he couldn’t rush out to help her on foot if she fell and couldn’t go on. While he waited, he used the French press to make a fresh batch of coffee.

While he waited, he checked his preparations again. Towels, massage table, drugged massage oil, vitamin and drug cocktail, scented candles—all ready and waiting. He readjusted the thermostat, making it just slightly warmer inside the spacious main room.

Niko poured himself the first cup from the fresh batch of coffee, taking his seat behind the computer to perfect the disinterested mystique that he used to his advantage with all his students, pretending not to notice as Alanna clamored loudly through the front door and promptly collapsed in the foyer. Niko didn’t hurry, this was normal for him, but he did feel a pang of remorse, as always, for putting such a young, beautiful girl through such torment—but it was the only way he knew to break them down as completely has he needed to. Half-measures yielded only half-results.

Niko closed the door behind her first, locking it in spite of the fact that no one was within three kilometers of the chalet. Next he crouched down in front of Alanna, gently easing the straps of the pack from her shoulders and setting it down where it was. When the weight was removed from her shoulders, Alanna tipped forward but Niko didn’t let her fall far, offering his chest and shoulder for her cheek to gently settle on until he could grasp her shoulder and help her back to uprightness. He had to be careful, removing the latex hood from her sweat soaked hair. Latex had the bad habit of sticking to wet hair (wet anything really) and he didn’t want to rip any of those precious gold strands from her scalp. When the hood was down, Niko slid down the zipper at the front of the latex body suit, peeling the tight material off of her shoulders to allow her skin to breathe once again.

He peeled off the fabric until it gathered around her waist, her sweat leaving long rivulets on her skin as it dripped down her body. His fingers crept under the hem of her now completely soaked sports bra which he pulled up and off of her, helping her gently to raise her arms until she collapsed back against him, naked above the waist. He took the towel from where he’d draped it across his shoulders and slowly wiped it across her back, her shoulders, her neck—drying and gently caressing her overheated skin until he’d wiped away all the sweat. His hands moved over her chest too, not groping her lewdly, but caressing her, aware but not distracted by her exposed chest.

He laid the towel across the floor next and carefully lowered her onto it, cradling her head against his body until she was on the ground. He unlaced her ice spikes and running shoes, removing them together from each foot before he tugged the edge of the suit up enough to peel it under her hips and down her thighs. The suit was cast into a pile with her sports bra and shoes as Niko lifted her back to his chest to pass the warm, soft towel over her lower back, thighs, calves and extra gently as it moved around the smooth globes of her ass.

“You did well,” Niko said at last, bundling Alanna in the towel and picking her up in his arms like a sleeping child, “first days are meant to be difficult. I believe you will succeed here.”

Niko carried her in his arms to the massage table like a groom carrying his new bride across a threshold. He set her down gently, arranging her face up and then draping the towel across her body like a blanket. He took the small, paper cup full of pills he’d arranged earlier—vitamins, muscle relaxers, birth control, protein and ecstasy, his hand cradling the back of her neck as he helped her to sit up.

“Take these, they’ll help your body to heal itself,” Niko said dispassionately, holding the lip of the cup against her bottom lip and tipping the pills into her mouth.

Setting the now empty cup aside, Niko took a glass of cool water and gently poured a mouthful in after the pills with the same kind of gentle precision, still cradling the back of her neck in his hand.

Once he was satisfied that she’d swallowed his hand-made drug cocktail, Niko lowered Alanna back onto her back and fixed the towel again to preserve what (if anything) remained of her modesty. He then moved back to the table and grabbed the bottle of specially treated massage oil. He doused both hands, rubbing them together until the oil grew warm on his hands, he began with her feet. Slowly and meticulously, his thumbs bore into her arches, sliding along the tense muscular lines and following them out to her toes, squeezing each toe firmly between his fingers until his hand slipped off and he moved back to the arch. He alternated, moving from arch to heel and arch to toes, each time squeezing individual toes and renewing healthy blood flow. One foot, then the other before moving his strong, practiced hands up to her ankles.

“You’re determined. This is a good thing to be, especially at this stage, but it won’t be enough. We’re going to need to work on your focus—you’re too distracted by the notion that you’re being watched, being judged. I need you to recognize that everything outside of yourself is irrelevant to your performance,” Niko was telling her as he moved up to her calves, pressing deeply into her muscular flesh and rubbing the tense knot that had become of her shins and calves back into relaxed passivity, “there is only you and the apparatus, there is no crowd, there are no judges—no one has the authority to stand in judgment of you, no nations, no cameras, no coaches—nothing.”

Niko’s attention moved to Alanna’s other calf, his practiced hands sinking deep into her flesh to ensure maximum efficacy, his palms pressing in at the sides of her calves as his thumbs passed over and over her shins—one of her shoes was flawed, he’d need to replace them lest she develop shin splints later in the training.

There was no hesitation as Niko slipped Alanna’s leg onto his shoulder and began the long process of massaging her thighs—the thighs always held the most tension, especially after such a demanding climb. If she was sore in the morning it might be impossible to do what needed to be done on the second day. Niko dug in deep and tried to ignore the supple softness of Alanna’s skin. He moved higher and higher on her thigh, leaning forward to gently stretch out her Achilles tendon as he worked the muscles in her thigh into relaxation. As he leaned in, the towel lifted and her naked sex was completely exposed, but Niko didn’t even spare her exposure a sidelong glance. Her legs were his concern at the moment, not what was between them—not yet, at least.

“Does this feel good?”

When Niko eased the pack off, Alanna felt this instinctive need to hold herself upright…but it never happened. Alanna’s muscles refused to respond, as if they weren’t even there. She landed with her face against Niko’s shoulder, her cheek pressed to him with all her weight as tears soaked his shirt. She was barely aware as he held her steady and proceeded to take care removing the hood. A few hairs resisted and pulled from her head with the hood’s removal but overall, her scalp was spared any severe trauma. Alanna realized at this point that her entire body was numb, she recognized the pressure as the thin strands plucked from the top of her head but she felt no pain and couldn’t even flinch in response.

She felt cold air hitting her clammy skin as Niko started to unzip the nearly naked whore suit and remove it from her body, peeling it back by inches to ensure the stickiness did her no harm – Alanna of course, was blissfully unaware of Niko’s concerns or intentions, she had no will to care and no ability to stop him. Finally he pulled her sweat soaked sports bra up and over her head, discarding it and Alanna just fell against him all over again like a lifeless doll. Before she knew it, she felt drier and Niko was carefully positioning her to lie down on the floor.

The next moment of awareness Alanna had was when Niko spoke to her, “You did well.”

Alanna realized she was naked and there was some small part of her brain alerting her to the fact that she shouldn’t be naked in front of her coach. There was another part telling her she was too exhausted to care about morality and decency right now, yet another telling her that she was probably dead or dying so it didn’t matter anyway. She decided to listen to the latter parts of her brain.

“First days are meant to be difficult. I believe you will succeed here.” Niko told her as he scooped her up, Alanna moaned softly in response…she wasn’t exactly sure what she was trying to say, it was more of an acknowledgement that he was speaking and that she was alive enough to hear him.

Niko laid her down again, this time on some kind of bed or table; Alanna wasn’t sure. It felt skinny, kind of like a medical table or message table and definitely harder than a bed. Alanna was satisfied with that assessment, she didn’t really care what it was as it was comfortable enough.

“Take these, they’ll help your body to heal itself.” Niko tipped a cupful of pills down her throat without waiting for a response. Alanna resigned herself to swallowing them, she was not in a position to argue and could barely speak to ask what they were. The water was welcome, Alanna swallowed down the pills quickly in the hopes of rehydrating and getting her voice back.

As Niko gripped her foot and began to massage it, Alanna’s eyes bulged and her heart rate went up. She started breathing quicker as her blood pumped faster through her very sore feet. Niko was telling her how determined she was and that it wasn’t enough, Alanna gritted her teeth as his words cut her like a knife. Would she ever be enough in his eyes? This wasn’t enough for him? Then she wondered if she was supposed to not care what he thought of her either? No coaches? It took her mind off the excruciatingly painful massage that was getting her blood flowing again. Her legs were in bad shape, they had been put under strain but they could take a lot, it was her bum that was giving her grief. She hadn’t gotten such a big bruise since she first started throwing tricks in the big leagues! It was quite possibly black from when she hit the ice.

Alanna was dimly aware that Niko’s hands had moved up to her thigh, she realized the towel had slipped down and left her genitals completely exposed to Niko but she was distracted, her body started feeling warmer. At first, Alanna thought her circulation might be improving because of the massage but then Alanna felt it in places that Niko hadn’t touched yet. She remembered the pills and wondered if they were working? Niko said it would help her feel better, she felt warmer, perhaps that was a start?

“Does this feel good?” Niko broke into her thoughts.

Alanna nodded dumbly in response, “Yes…” Alanna managed a hoarse whisper before she cleared her throat so she could speak properly, “Feels like a truck hit me…but I feel…warmer….like my blood is moving again.” She was mumbling a little but it was getting clearer.

Alanna felt like she’d been floating and having an out of body experience but now she was being rapidly sucked into the reality of her body and her tears were air drying on her cheeks. Her breathing was evening out as she was accustomed to the pain that came whenever Niko massaged her.

“Was I the slowest?” Alanna asked with a weak smile, when Niko hesitated; Alanna assumed it was because he didn’t understand what she was asking, “Out of all your students. Was I the slowest? Pretty sure the sun wasn’t supposed to go down…”

Alanna half raised her arm and pointed at the window where it was dark outside before her arm inexplicably dropped to the table and she giggled softly, “Funny how a hike almost makes you feel drunk….in a sore way…”

Now Alanna felt stupid…and said it out loud, “Well that was stupid….did I just say that out loud? Wait! Was that out loud?” She groaned and went to smack herself in the head, her wrist collapsed at her collarbone without ever reaching her face.

“I feel…fucked up.” Alanna mumbled and groaned softly, trying to bite her tongue as she seemed unable to tell what was verbal and what was just thoughts in her head.

Niko smiled faintly as Alanna admitted that his massage was working, the halting nature of her speech confirming that the drugs were beginning to take effect. His strong hands wrapped themselves tightly around her knee, squeezing his palms together and pressing forward, sliding his hands higher on her thigh as the oil allowed his hands to press into the tense muscles of her leg as he followed the sinew to where her leg joined her hip joint.

As the back of his hand brushed just lightly against her exposed pussy lips, Niko released her leg and returned his grip to her knee, leaning in to repeat the process as she asked about her time.

“Not slowest, but not fastest either,” Niko answered dispassionately, making no indication that Alanna’s altered speech and motions were in any way noticeable to him, “don’t worry too much, dear girl. I’ve trained both fast and slow pupils, all became champions. What matters more is your dedication, you did what was asked of you without complaint or surrender. Continue this way, and you will be a champion too.”

Niko took his time, lowering Alanna’s right leg from his shoulder back onto the table and making a show of fixing her towel to preserve the semblance of her modesty before lifting her other leg onto his shoulder and thrusting her privates back into full view, though his eyes remained fixed on her face as he applied more warm oil to his hands and renewed his efforts on her other thigh.

This time, when the back of his hand reached Alanna’s exposed pussy lips he curled his knuckle slightly to push the textured nub of his curled finger between her damp pussy lips before releasing her leg and returning to her knee.

Alanna was becoming self-conscious—at least, aware that she was somewhat altered as she began rambling over her current state and tried to force movement into her arm. As her hand flopped uselessly onto her chest, Niko’s hands were once more sliding below the edge of the towel and this time he allowed a single, oiled finger to slip inside of her. This time, the edges of his hands pressed harder into the exhausted joint of her hip as the one stray finger remained inside of her pussy, curling slightly and then turning, and following the movement of his hands up to her clit, gently sliding under the subtle hood to stroke persistently at the swollen little nub.

“The muscle relaxers I gave you work well to relax cramps and reduce soreness, but it’s also a recreational drug in some circles. The feelings you may be experiencing are related to that. Just relax and enjoy it.”

With that, Niko released her hip and moved back to her knee, sliding his grasp back down again slowly. This time his thumbs pressed down on the top of her thigh, where the muscles creased and allowed his thumbs to follow the line of her muscles back to her hip joints. This time he didn’t touch her sex, he merely flattened out his palms against the sides of her thighs and moved his hands in alternating directions, oscillating the muscles back and forth rapidly.

“When the competition grows closer we will need to cycle you off the drugs for testing, but for now we will do everything we can to prepare your body for the training. Tomorrow will be your first full day of training, so it’s very important that you wake refreshed tomorrow. Now roll over.”

Niko slipped the towel off of Alanna’s front, leaving her fully exposed for a moment while he gathered her arms across her chest and gently tipped her onto her side, helping her to roll over onto her front. He tugged the sheet across the table to center her and then gently extended her arms at her sides. He saw the sizeable, nasty looking bruise on her muscular ass cheek. Niko went back to his table of lotions and oils to retrieve a small container of Tiger Balm from which he scooped a large portion and smeared over both palms.

Using the gentlest of touches, Niko carefully applied the thick paste to the bruise on Alanna’s backside, working it little by little into the firm flesh. The strong salve made Niko’s hands tingle as it worked to deaden pain, even where none existed, but he continued rubbing at the bruise carefully, letting his palms follow the round curves of her ass, doing his best to avoid letting any of the strong paste reach the sensitive flesh between those spherical cheeks.

Niko wiped his hands on the towel slung across one shoulder before replacing it across Alanna’s back. He followed this step by taking the small container of Icy Hot and applying a small, but effective coat of that powerful solution to the bruise with the same measured care that he used to apply the previous salve. Lastly, he moved to where his hips were parallel with her head and placed his thumbs just under the painful looking bruise, leaning his weight into his arms as he pressed down on her Achilles tendon, following that chord down her leg while his palms leaned hard on her muscles.

Following this process all the way down to her heel, Niko repeated the process again and again before switching sides. When he did, the evidence of his arousal at the prolonged touching of his young, nubile pupil was evident through his loose track pants, and directly aligned with Alanna’s vision, the way her head was turned against the table. Niko made no attempt to hide his erection and as his pass with his hands reached her heel, the outline of his cock brushed just faintly across her cheek and lips before he stood back up to repeat the process again.

“You should be feeling more relaxed now, yes? Less pain than before? Is there anywhere else that needs my attention,” Niko asked, once more reaching her heel and sliding his cock across Alanna’s face, “it’s important that you tell me honestly what you’re feeling. I cannot help you with problems that you don’t tell me about, so don’t be ashamed of anything you might be feeling. Tell me honestly now, Alanna, what do you want?”

“When the competition grows closer we will need to cycle you off the drugs for testing, but for now we will do everything we can to prepare your body for the training. Tomorrow will be your first full day of training, so it’s very important that you wake refreshed tomorrow. Now roll over.”

Somewhere inside of her, sensible Alanna wanted to protest the drug use as it went completely against everything she believed in – even during training. But it was a fleeting thought that left as quickly as it came. Niko commanded her to do something and it took all of her strength – both mental and physical, in order to obey him. He assisted her, she was as unaware of her nudity as she had been of Niko’s fingers in her sex. She felt warm between her legs though, the ecstasy working its way through her veins ensuring that she knew she both wanted and was missing something.

Her breasts were squished beneath her weight and Alanna was soon in tears as Niko began to massage the bruise on her ass cheek, she whimpered her way through the pain of it as blood rushed in and out of the area at Niko’s bidding. Soon though, the salve had numbed the pain and Alanna’s tears dried on her cheeks, her arms flopped uselessly by her sides.

Soon, Niko’s erection became evident to Alanna though as her senses were shifted from the pain. He had brushed past several times in her line of sight and it escaped notice – the drugs were obviously slowing her reaction times considerably. Finally though, he had actually touched her with his erection tenting his pants…accidentally?

“You should be feeling more relaxed now, yes? Less pain than before? Is there anywhere else that needs my attention? It’s important that you tell me honestly what you’re feeling. I cannot help you with problems that you don’t tell me about, so don’t be ashamed of anything you might be feeling. Tell me honestly now, Alanna, what do you want?”

His erection slid past her face again and Alanna was reminded of the thrumming heat between her thighs, her proprieties wouldn’t allow her to ask for what she wanted even though it was right there….Niko was so inviting…no, no!

“I’m hot…” Alanna’s eyes looked hazy as she spoke softly, it barely seemed as though she was in her own skin, “But it’s not proper. It’s wrong…you’d throw me out….be offended.” She mumbled, not making it very clear as to what she was talking about but rather, assuming Niko would know.

“Everyone frowns…everyone….it’s wrong….bad…” Alanna continued as though she barely knew Niko was present anymore, “you’d think I could ask…I’m an adult….but no, no….everyone would say it was wrong...and I would be a….slut.” She giggled, “And you would be a….a….I don’t know….an advantage….taker….person!” She blurted out the last part.

“Sex is so taboo…wrong…especially for athletes….always ends up in the papers…always someone thinks that I am wrong or….naughty!” She giggled again and stopped, thinking over that last word in her mind as she allowed Niko to reply.

It was clear that the drugs were doing their part, and as Alanna confessed her anxiety over propriety, Niko continued to allow his hands to do theirs, his thumbs pressing in at the back of her kneecaps and following her Achilles tendons into the back of her thighs with his thumbs while the heels of his hands caressed and massaged the firm bundles of muscle in her thighs. An uncharacteristic smile moved across Niko’s face as Alanna’s giggling, disjointed objection tumbled past her lips, in spite of an obvious lack of conviction behind them. As far as Niko had been able to uncover, Alanna had stayed blissfully—angelically free of controversy throughout her career—perhaps it was this sort of phobic reaction to public criticism that kept her squeaky-clean, girl-next-door image in-tact.

Niko was gentle as his palms moved over the supple flesh of her ass, moving his strong thumbs to the small of her back, bearing down on either side of her spine, just above the swell of her ass. He leaned his weight forward, feeling some tension creeping into her muscles as she discussed her fear of public disgrace. When he leaned over her, Niko’s cock slid along the side of Alanna’s outer thigh. He leaned in closer, his thumbs pressing deeper into the muscles of her back until his lips were nearly brushing her left ear.

“You are a woman now,” Niko whispered into Alanna’s ear, his thumbs flexing and his kneading hands sliding higher up her back, “and everyone can see it, but you. I can see it, and I don’t find it shameful—it doesn’t offend me. It excites me. The judges will see it too, it’s plain to look at you. This is the body of a woman, capable of wielding great power with just a tilt of her hips—you have more power than you realize, but you’re afraid of it. Someone has taught you to be ashamed of it. They’ve written the word slut across your body while simultaneously claiming it to be less than they are. But that’s a lie. They are afraid of the power you have within you, they envy it. I am counting on that power. I brought you here because I want to set you free from their judgment and jealousy because I want to harness that power.”

Just as it seemed Niko was about to climb all the way on top of Alanna, he relented, going back to standing and instead rolling her carefully back onto her back. He grasped the back of her neck, gently and raised her into a sitting position. He held her for a moment longer before leaning forward and kissing her lips tenderly. He didn’t rush, but allowed the kiss to open and deepen gradually as his warm palm crept up to cradle her face.

The kiss broke with a soft smack and he withdrew just enough to look into her eyes. Niko’s hand departed Alanna’s face to move lower. He trailed his fingertips down the center of her body, guiding them between her thighs where they quickly got to work. Using the leftover oil still on his hand, Niko rubbed a small circle around the outside of Alanna’s hooded clit, slowly but firmly. On the second rotation of his strong, middle digit, Niko plunged lower, gathering just enough warm succulence from Alanna to let her know that he knew it was there.

“I am a man,” Niko said confidently, staring into her eyes, “I’m not ashamed of it, and could give a fuck less who thinks I’m an advantage taker. I brought you here to transform you—not just physically, but mentally—emotionally—spiritually! Give yourself to me and I will see you transformed.”

With this, Niko plunged two fingers inside of Alanna’s young pussy.

“You are a woman now, and everyone can see it, but you. I can see it, and I don’t find it shameful—it doesn’t offend me. It excites me. The judges will see it too, it’s plain to look at you. This is the body of a woman, capable of wielding great power with just a tilt of her hips—you have more power than you realize, but you’re afraid of it. Someone has taught you to be ashamed of it. They’ve written the word slut across your body while simultaneously claiming it to be less than they are. But that’s a lie. They are afraid of the power you have within you, they envy it. I am counting on that power. I brought you here because I want to set you free from their judgment and jealousy because I want to harness that power.”

Alanna wheezed hard in pain as his thumbs pressed against her flesh above her rear. It was clear that her back was throbbing quite a bit but up to this point, everything has been eclipsed by her bruised ass and screaming leg muscles. She tried to keep up with what he was saying but her heart had started to pump another thundering beat and she was awash with adrenaline as her body tried to blot out the fresh agony. She was more of her body than her mind at this point anyway.

Niko rolled her over and she allowed him to help her sit up like a helpless infant. She didn’t have time to be surprised as he kissed her. She didn’t stop him even though a dull proper voice in the darkness of her mind was screaming that she should. She didn’t want to stop him. Her face was rosy, her heart racing, her body perspiring as though she had been running track and there he was. He was like candy to a little girl. She was flushed with desire, her loins aching for an unattended reason. She probed his tongue with hers and pressed her lips against his harder. Alanna was daring like she had never been.

Niko broke the kiss and with an unanticipated amount of gentleness, his hand traced lower, his finger encircling her vulnerable clitoris. Alanna had watched his hand travel but now she looked up, goosebumps cropping up all over her skin, her nipples as hard as the frozen ice outside and pointed directly at Niko. Her eyes met his and her lips opened in a soft ‘O’, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment and reopening as he spoke to her again.

“I am a man, not ashamed of it, and could give a fuck less who thinks I’m an advantage taker. I brought you here to transform you—not just physically, but mentally—emotionally—spiritually! Give yourself to me and I will see you transformed.”

Alanna moaned unconsciously as his fingers plunged deep into her wet crotch. She shivered and pressed her legs around his arm tightly, flexing and pulling on his arm with her thighs alone. Alanna’s icy blue eyes glazed and yet still present, she was still with Niko.

“Well…that’s a start…” Alanna said breathlessly before she gripped his shoulder and pressed her chipped nails fiercely into his hardened, well trained muscle. Her vaginal walls flexed hard around his digits, her eyes ablaze and challenging, full of lust.

“Is sex how…you…do that?” She inquired, wondering what he meant by transforming her but caring little for the answer beyond simply making conversation.

Alanna’s heartfelt moan dripped into Niko’s ears like honey. Her soft, but ragged breathing sent waves of excitement down his spine. No matter how many times he put young, nubile beauties through this process, it still gave him a sincere rush to begin the process again with a new pupil. The uncertainty mixed with the thrill of a fresh conquest always gave him a renewed sense of excitement—excitement that his newest pupil seemed to share as she clenched her smooth thighs around his arm and tried to force him deeper.

Niko obliged Alanna’s body’s request by pushing his arm between her thighs, forcing his fingers deeper inside of her warm, weeping slit. It took some effort to rotate his arm between Alanna’s clenching thighs, but when he did, his thumb expertly found her clit and began massaging back the fleshy hood over her clit until his thumb-pad felt the firm, little nub of the exposed, pink bundle of nerves.

“Sex is a part of the process, yes,” Niko said softly, his eyes meeting Alanna’s eager blues as he answered her question, “but I’m not training you to be a whore—I’m training you to be an elite gymnast. The morals and inhibitions your parents and previous coaches have burdened you with will hold you back in my program. This is what I refer to as the ‘unlearning phase.’ Many of my students have the most trouble with this, but you seem to be adapting quite well.”

Niko smiled, and inside of Alanna’s body his two deeply lodged digits curled upward, just as his thumb was baring down on her exposed clit. The muscles in his shoulder flexed under her fingernails as Niko began to piston his arm back and forth against the pressure created by Alanna’s clenching thighs. Her body began rocking on the massage table as his arm moved back and forth, fucking her with his fingers. It wasn’t a surprise to find that Alanna lacked a hymen—most elite gymnasts parted with that part of their anatomy around the age of 9 or 10 to a pommel horse or a balance beam, but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t a virgin. She certainly seemed innocent enough.

“Please, try to relax,” Niko whispered into Alanna’s ear, sliding his free hand from the back of her neck to cradle her face once again, “you’ve never done this before, have you?”

Once Alanna seemed to be relaxing a little, Niko trailed his hand down her lithe shoulder until he reached her wrist. He guided her hand by the wrist to slip her hand inside of his track pants, letting her fingers wrap around the girth of his now fully erect cock, nearly as thick around the middle as her slender wrist. His fingers inside of her had straightened out once again and he was probing her deeply once again.

“Cum for me, Alanna. I want you to feel how it feels to have a release. Cum for me so that I can fuck you.”

OOC: This is a collaborative post between myself and LitShark, these are always fun! ENJOY!


Alanna bucked beneath his ministrations for all she was worth. Her hot pussy desperate and hungry for his hand, it thrust against him as though she had a cock balls deep inside of her. She was moaning at the top of her lungs and barely heard him demand her orgasm. But the dam broke and she exploded with her ecstasy, rocking the table until stars and bright white lights filled her field of vision.

She gasped hotly as she came down, her chest wracking with the strain as her shuddering body collapsed against the table. As her head cleared, she looked up at Niko and realized she hadn't answered his question. Her breathing evened out and finally she was able to respond - albeit, very softly.

"I got fingered by a guy once, in the back of his little car. It was seedy and rushed and not really great." She admitted quietly, "I gave this guy a blow job, he told me he was my boyfriend, I didn't feel the same. We never went on a date in six months, he'd come calling for blow jobs and I never got anything in return so I cut him off. Kissed a girl once, she made fun of me and called me a 'lesbo' and told everyone I had practically molested her face. It was mutual. I had my parents move me to a new gym. You probably know her - Christie Steinbeck. She wouldn't have missed the chance to apply for this opening." Alanna had rambled on and her eyes were glazed over - an effect of the drugs she didn't know was still coursing through her system. She felt as though she might explode if she stopped talking but she finally took a breath, looking at Niko and wondering if Christie had applied here.

Niko listened as Alanna recounted her past sexual experiences, limited though they were, her candor as she recounted them to him made Niko’s already hard cock tug upward in her hand. Niko withdrew his fingers from her wet sex and slipped them into his mouth, sucking them clean. Alanna was bitterly disappointed by their removal and groaned softly. He then slid his pants down around his ankles, exposing himself naked from the waist down with his cock still in her languid grasp.

“So, you’ve never let a man put his cock inside of you,” Niko stated plainly, reaching out to grasp one of her firm breasts in his palm, squeezing with his hand and pinching inward with his index and thumb to ever so lightly squeeze the erect bud, “do you think that you’re ready to let that happen? I believe you are and I think that if you’re going to be able to own and harness your womanhood the way I need you to, it’s something you should experience.”

Alanna was breathless, her chest thrust upwards eagerly, pressing her breast hard into his hand in order to get more attention. She had never felt so wanton before. She nodded rapidly, she wanted to please him for reasons she couldn't quite comprehend but at the same time there was an insatiable fire unfurling between her thighs that desperately needed to be sated.

While one hand toyed with her chest, working from one breast and nipple to the other, Niko trailed his other hand down her stomach to rub her clit with his middle digit, he turned and stepped toward Alanna’s face, moving his hard cock closer to her.

“Let’s start with something you know and go from there. Why don’t you show me how you sucked that boy’s cock that kept him coming back? Get my cock nice and wet before I give it to you."

If she noticed he hadn't responded to her query about Christie, it was quickly forgotten by his demand. The muscle relaxants had taken full effect now and Alanna was not feeling any pain though this would surely punish her tomorrow. She licked her lips subconsciously and grasped his length tightly in one hand. Her eyes kept up and on his as she rolled to her side and manoeuvred enough to enable easy access for her mouth.

Her lips parted and with a soft little moan, she sank deep upon his cock until it touched the depths of her sweet, hot mouth. Her saliva coated its length as her tongue twirled expertly and ran sideways up his shaft, massaging him for all she was worth. She sucked softly at first and bobbed quickly but then evened out her pace and sucked harder. She worked him in many different ways and then buried him in her throat in one swift movement. Her throat swelled with his thick cock and Alanna couldn't breathe. She exhaled a loud groan of pleasure and withdrew before plunging deeply on him again.

Finally she withdrew and looked up at him, "Do you still want to give it to me?" She looked so innocent and wide eyed, it was hard to believe she had just sucked him off so easily. Alanna herself, was completely unaware of her girl next-door charm.

((Collaborative writing of monique_minx and LitShark))

A gasp leapt out of Niko as Alanna thrust herself down onto his cock, shoving his hard organ forcefully down her tight, clenching throat and wrapping her lips around the base. His hand instinctively moved to the back of her head, not holding her down, simply caressing the back of her head while savoring the feeling of her soft, blond hair beneath his palm. Alanna was taking extraordinarily well to this part of her training, which surprised Niko quite a bit. Even with the help of his specialized drug cocktail, many of his past pupils had been very resistant to the first night’s massage routine—but it seemed that Alanna had wanted this for some time—she certainly was a practiced cocksucker.

The second time she shoved Niko’s cock down her throat, he was ready, he tightened his grasp on the back of her head and pushed forward with his hips, shoving his cock even deeper down her throat than last time. When she pulled back again, Niko made no motion to prevent her, instead just sliding two fingers along her jawline to whisk away an errant lock of her soft hair. When she asked, almost plaintively, if he was still going to give it to her, Niko smiled—already beginning to feel proud of her.

“Yes, dear one. I’m going to give it to you,” Niko smiled, passing his palm smoothly over Alanna’s head, brushing the rest of her hair away from her face, “I want you to roll over onto your stomach and then reach back to grab your feet. Then, I want you to arch up and spread out, lifting your chest and hips off of the table and spreading your legs as far as you can.”

Alanna tried to picture this in her head although the drugs made her slower than usual, she groggily attempted to move when Niko came to her aid.

Niko helped Alanna to roll over, keeping the towels straight underneath her, then he removed both hands from her body, leaving her without his comforting touch on her for the first time since the pills had passed her throat. He waited almost no time for compliance before giving a more direct command for her to obey his instructions.

“…and—up!”

It was nearly a superman position and Alanna strained to pull herself into Niko's desired pose. Her muscles were rubbery and numb but complied with less pain than Alanna's body anticipated. She hoped he was happy although she wasn't quite sure why she needed his approval so badly. If Alanna had been more clear headed and not...busy, she might have had time to query this bizarre requirement but instead she was looking curiously at Niko at best she could as to why she was doing this in the first place.

Niko observed her attempt at compliance, she came close but the drugs kept her sloppy, this was not a surprise to him. First, he took hold of her ankles and lifted them slightly higher, briefly checking her grip to make sure that her hands didn’t slip. Then he slid his warm, lotion scented palms under her chin, lifting her face higher until she could look him in the eye through the tall mirror that faced them on the other side of the room, arching her back still more. Lastly, Niko grasped her thighs and lifted until her hips were off the table, her body making almost a perfect circle and just the smallest portion of her fit stomach still touching the table. When he was satisfied with her extension, Niko spread her legs wider—he was slow, slower even than he had been with their pre-workout stretches, but insistent, spreading her out until she was nearly doing the splits in addition to this sort of inverse bridge.

“Good girl,” Niko said at last, gently lacing his fingers under Alanna’s chin and positioning himself between her spread thighs, “now comes your reward…”

Using his grip on her head and neck for leverage, Niko buried his long, thick cock inside of Alanna’s hot, wet pussy in one smooth stroke. Her body was craving him and was well lubricated, but he was still her first, so once his cockhead met with the mushy wall of her cervix he held himself there inside her, allowing her clenching walls to adjust and accommodate his considerable size.

“You are a woman now, Alanna. How does it feel?” Niko asked, smiling, “your pussy is so hot and wet—I love it! What do you think of my cock? How does it feel inside you? You want me to move it, don’t you? Say it, I want to hear you say—no beg me to fuck you with my big cock. We both know I will, but I want to hear you say it.”

Alanna’s long, blonde hair was draped around Niko’s muscular arms as he held her head and face upright, keeping her facing her reflection on the nearby mirror. While he waited for her compliance, Niko moved his hips back and forth, ever so slightly, making his huge cock stir Alanna up from the inside. This was just the smallest taste of what was in store, and Niko, for one, wanted all that he could get of it.

Alanna groaned in surprise at the size of Niko’s cock and how hard and rigid and yet forgiving it felt as he entered her pussy. Alanna was fascinated to see herself in the mirror this way, it was both erotic and yet so…flexible. She could see why men liked fucking gymnasts and contortionists so much. Her hamstrings strained and Alanna wasn’t sure how long she could hold the position but as Niko spoke to her, the concern floated away and was forgotten.

She lifted her eyes from her own body in the mirror’s reflection to Niko’s eyes as he spoke and she moaned quietly as he moved ever so slightly. Her every sense was heightened.

“It’s…big. Bigger than I thought it would feel…and I thought it would hurt but it doesn’t. I thought I wouldn’t feel anything but it feels…nice…filling. I want to know what it feels like when you move…” She moaned low in her throat as he rotated his hips and she felt a warm, tingling sensation emanating from her g spot.

“Please…” She gasped softly, “Please fuck me with your big cock!” Alanna was surprised to hear those words come out of her mouth and she flushed bright red in spite of the drugs, her inhibitions were down and she couldn’t stop herself from speaking but she felt embarrassed all the same. It was a bizarre moral quandary.

She’d seen women in a porn video say similar things once, one of the girls at her old gymnasium had thought it would be neat to watch it together during an informal practice session. Alanna and four others including Christie Steinbeck had sat down to watch what was actually fairly vanilla porn but which fascinated the five of them. Christie seemed bored but spent a lot of time tickling Alanna’s thigh, Alanna hadn’t thought much of it at the time.

Alanna felt her Kegel muscles clamp down around Niko’s cock eagerly, she squeezed him slightly to emphasise her desires and never took her eyes off his face as she wondered what he thought about that.

Niko groaned loudly as he felt Alanna’s already exquisitely tight pussy clamping down on him, milking and squeezing his cock as he thrust in and out of her. Through the mirror, she watched him, and he didn’t shrink from her gaze, his blue eyes held her blue eyes as his hands slid down her back to firmly grasp and squeeze her muscular ass cheeks. The pose she was holding bunched up the muscles in her athletic backside into two almost angular mounds, they felt delightfully taught and perfectly sculpted for his hands—well, almost. Her ass was rounder now than it would be, in a few weeks, once she was fully acclimated to his program.

A few solid thrusts later, each delivered with enough force to stir Alanna’s hair about her shoulders, Niko released her ass cheeks and gently cradled her shins in each palm. “Not too quickly, I want you to release… slowly,” as he said it, Niko’s body slowed as well, sliding the full length of his hard cock in and out, letting her feel each portion of it going each direction, “I’m going to move you into a horizontal split now, breathe into the stretch,” Niko’s voice was low and reassuring as he slid his cock in all the way and then lowered Alanna’s legs from the trunk-lift position down until they formed a V around him, his hand slid over her muscular calves and he began to spread her, “that’s it, slow, breathe into it… breathe… breathe… now, turn out your hips, go slow… there it is… go-ood girl…”

When Alanna’s hips turned out, allowing her to reach the full vertical line of the splits, her pussy clamped down on Niko’s cock as through she had a flesh guillotine inside of her, her front and back walls pushing from the top and bottom of his cock and squeezing it so tightly. All the while, his eyes kept locked with hers through the mirror, with her back and torso relieved of their prior tension, Niko slid his hands over her stomach and up to her chest as he resumed the slow, measured motion of his hips.

“Wonderful, you’re doing very well, Alanna. Today was rough, but now I am certain that I chose correctly when I accepted you. This is a part of your training too, but it’s much better if you enjoy it. I certainly am. You may climax if you’d like.”

As Niko’s smooth palms moved over her chest, neck and abdomen, Niko’s pace continued to increase, thrusting in and out of her practically dripping wet, hot teenaged pussy. No matter how many times Niko fucked an elite gymnast, he always enjoyed the experience to the fullest. His business was understanding girls like her and how their body worked, he endeavored to use his full lexicon of knowledge each time he fucked one of his pupils. This time was no different. His left hand slipped between Alanna’s breasts and up to her throat, he gently grasped it in a tender but possessive grasp and lifted her head back toward him, just as he thrust back into her harder than he had yet in this new position. Once her head was laying against his chest, he slid his index finger into her mouth, still staring into her lovely eyes through the mirror.

“I’m going to make you into a champion. Like no other gymnast who has come before you,” Niko spoke so gently, even as his thrusts were becoming nearly violent, his lips were grazing against her ear, her hair spilling across his chest, “you’re going to be immortal, Alanna. No one will ever forget your name.”

The intensity of the sex and the almost painful grip of Alanna’s pussy while spread in the splits, coupled with the talks of titles and immortality brought Niko to his own climax slightly earlier than expected. He let out a loud sigh, then a groan, then began panting loudly, almost shouting, never losing eye contact with his pupil.

“Hah—hah—hah—I’m cumming, I’m going to cum inside your pussy, Alanna. Thank me, thank me for the honor of receiving my champion-making cum deep inside your pussy!” Niko slammed in one last time, balls deep as he felt his thick cock swell and shudder, forcefully blasting jet after jet of thick, hot cum into her, over and over again until it began to overflow around the base of his dick and drip from his balls, “you did so well, my little one…”