The price of failure

I failed Virgil's exercises, unable to catch my breath, yet it was the minimum required for the position I was aiming for, the bare minimum to become a qualified women's coach.

• Please, Virgil, I've staked everything on this, I've invested my last reserves in this profile. Give me time to train more.
• That's enough, Teyla. You already owe me €15,000. I believed in you, and you're failing even though I told you you needed to put in more effort. You didn't listen to me. Go away; our gyms are off-limits to you now.
• Virgil, if I don't become a coach, I won't be able to pay my rent, my food. I'll end up on the street.
• Get out and don't come back. If you can pay me back, be glad if I don't call the police for fraud. I was panicking;

I was going to lose everything. I threw myself at his feet.

• I, I... I will pay with my body. I will be your sex **** for 15 months, and then, to regain your esteem, to redeem myself in your eyes.

Virgile looked at me with a twisted smile, his dark eyes scanning my trembling body as I knelt before him. His hand closed slowly on my jaw, his fingers digging cruelly into my cheeks.

"Your body?" he sneered, forcibly lifting my head. "You think that will be enough?" His hot breath made me nauseous, mingling with the scent of sweat and power.

• I sign a promissory note for €20,000, but you agree to continue training me. In the meantime, I belong to you. I will do anything you want.

With these words, I undressed and prostrated myself at his feet.

Virgil's grip tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my cheeks as he watched my naked submission. A deep, raspy laugh rumbled from his chest, coursing through me as I knelt on the cold gym floor.

"Anything I want..." he murmured, running his thumb across my lower lip, spreading the saliva that had pooled there from his roughness. His other hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back until my spine arched painfully.

I gasped as his knee pressed between my thighs, forcing them apart. The rubber sole of his sneaker scraped against my bare skin, leaving a red mark. His hot, determined breath brushed against my ear.

I saw his shorts fall to the floor, his penis half-erect.

• Let's see if you're serious, lick it.

I closed my eyes for a moment, the taste of rubber and sweat clinging to my tongue as I moved closer. My lips trembled as they brushed against the warmth of his skin, each pulse against my mouth reminding me of the price of my degradation.

A low groan escaped him as my tongue slowly traced the length of his penis, my hands gripping his thighs to keep me from running away. His fingers dug more cruelly into my hair, guiding my rhythm with sadistic pressure.

• I'm going to give you a hardcore workout. You'll beg me to stop, but I'll show no mercy.

He grabbed a jump rope and began whipping me with it while I continued to suck him. The pact was sealed; I belonged to him until my debt was paid. He would spare me nothing. The first blow pierced my nerves.

I clenched my teeth to stifle a cry as the rope struck a second time, leaving a sharp burn on my damp skin. The pain radiated in hot waves, mingling with the salty taste of Virgil in my mouth. His fingers dug deeper into my hair, holding me in place with a **** that twisted my roots.

"Faster," he growled, snapping the rope across my thighs, marking my flesh with a scarlet line.

I moaned through his flesh, my mouth **** to quicken as the rope slashed across my shoulders, my back, my buttocks. Each impact made me flinch, but his knotted fingers in my hair prevented me from flinching back. Pain and submission swirled in a humiliating vortex, my saliva dripping down his hardened penis, glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights of the gym.

And yet I was aroused, he looked at me.

"But you're soaking wet, my dear, you like it, we're going to have some fun, I think." Virgil burst into a raucous laugh, his fingers digging deeper into my hair, pulling until a muffled moan escaped my throat. The jump rope whistled through the air again before crashing down on my thighs, leaving a trail of fire that made me arch my back.

"Look at me," he growled, forcing my head up, his dark eyes staring into mine, glistening with unshed tears, as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into my throat.

Virgil brutally **** his hand into my hair, forcing me to take its entire length in one go. My throat tightened violently, burning tears streaming down my cheeks as I choked around him.

"You're just a little slut who likes to suffer," he growled, giving my hair a brutal tug, forcing me to pull back before he shoved his penis into my mouth.

"On your knees, turn around." I obeyed. He slapped my buttocks one last time, positioned himself behind me, and presented himself from behind, his penis at the entrance to my vagina. I had fantasized so much about his body, that he would take me one day in his locker room, but I hadn't thought I would get my wish to this extent. But I didn't care; I was going to fulfill my fantasies in his hands while paying my debt. It would be less erotic and more brutal, but in the end, I wasn't the one who lost out.

I felt his hard, burning cock thrust into me with a single, violent stroke, tearing a hoarse cry from my throat, still raw from his previous brutality. His hands gripped my hips with a **** that marked my bones, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws.

"You're as tight as a fucking virgin," he growled, pinning me to the ground, his harsh breath against the back of my neck.

I felt every inch of him tearing at me, his powerful size offering no mercy to my taut body. A low moan escaped my lips, mingling with the wet smack of his flesh against mine. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place like a rag doll, as he began a brutal, jerky rhythm, each thrust throwing me slightly forward.

• Hmm, yes, I moaned.
• I'm going to show you what the spirit of sacrifice truly means to achieve your goal. You'll pay the price with your tears and sweat.

His hip thrusts quickened, each movement piercing me like a burning blade, while his nails dug deeper into my flesh. A mixture of pain and pleasure washed over me, my fingers clenching on the cold gym floor, desperately searching for a grip.

"You're crying already?" he sneered, his voice hoarse, leaning over me, his hot breath against my ear. "You haven't seen anything yet," I felt his penis swell and ejaculate inside me.

I felt his hot semen gush into me, each pulsation of his penis flooding me like a scorching tide. His fingers dug deeper into my hips, his nails piercing my flesh as he growled against the back of my neck, his teeth brushing against my moist skin.