Chapter 2: Vanja straps up with a thick black dildo and orders Lena Oberdorf to her knees, making Giulia stand against the wall as she fucks Lena's mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts. 'See how a real woman takes me?' Vanja taunts, pulling Lena's hair while Giulia's fingers dig into her own thighs, her arousal soaking through her training shorts.
The word “three” never left Vanja’s mouth. It didn’t need to. It hung in the antiseptic air between them, a verdict. Giulia’s silence was her consent.
Vanja’s kiss was not like before. It was slow, deliberate, a claiming of territory already won. Her tongue tasted of herself, salty and musky, a flavor that should have repulsed Giulia but instead made her moan, softening against the body she’d spent a day trying to armor herself against. Vanja walked her backward until the edge of the padded table bit into the backs of her thighs.
“On your back,” Vanja murmured against her lips. It was not a request.
Giulia obeyed, the vinyl cool through her training top. She stared at the acoustic tiles of the ceiling, her breath coming in shallow hitches. She heard the rasp of a zipper, a pouch being unrolled. When she forced her head up to look, Vanja was buckling a strap-on around her hips. It was sleek, black, intimidatingly large. Not the living flesh from the locker room, but a tool. A weapon.
“Don’t look so shocked,” Vanja said, smoothing her hands over the harness. “You think I’d let her touch the real thing? That’s for special cases. You earned that.” She glanced at the door. “Lena just earns the lesson.”
As if on cue, the door opened silently. Lena slipped back in, her earlier nervousness replaced by a feverish excitement. Her eyes went straight to Vanja, strapped and formidable, then to Giulia prone on the table. A flicker of confusion, then dawning comprehension.
“You stayed,” Lena said to Giulia, almost accusingly.
“She’s observing,” Vanja corrected, her voice cool and instructional. “Advanced fieldwork. Come here.”
Lena approached, her gaze locked on the prosthetic cock. Vanja placed a hand on her shoulder, turning her to face Giulia. “You see her? The captain? The Ice Queen?” Vanja’s fingers began to unbutton Lena’s jeans. “She thinks she knows control. She thinks discipline is the same as power. I want you to show her what real submission looks like. I want you to show her how good it feels to surrender to me.”
Lena’s jeans and underwear pooled at her feet. Vanja guided her onto the table, positioning her on her hands and knees, her back arched, facing Giulia. Their eyes met. Lena’s were wide, dark with a mix of embarrassment and a terrible, eager pride. Giulia’s were frozen, a mirror of her own unraveling.
Vanja knelt behind Lena, her hands gripping the younger woman’s hips. She spat into her palm, slicking the length of the false cock, then pressed the broad head against Lena’s entrance, already glistening from her earlier arousal.
“Tell the captain what you want,” Vanja commanded, not pushing in yet.
Lena swallowed. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.
“Louder. She needs to hear.”
“I want you to FUCK me, Vanja! Please!” Lena’s voice broke, raw with want.
Vanja drove forward.
Lena shrieked, a sound of pure, shocked penetration, her back arching sharply. Giulia flinched as if struck. She had a perfect, horrifying view. The way Lena’s body strained to take the intrusion, the way Vanja’s thighs flexed with each thrust, the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin that filled the sterile room. Vanja fucked her with a relentless, athletic rhythm, the same punishing pace she’d used on Giulia against the mower.
“That’s it, take it all,” Vanja grunted, her own breath starting to labor. “You love this, don’t you? Love being a good little player for me. My perfect, obedient fuck.”
“YES!” Lena sobbed, her face contorted. “God, yes! Harder!”
Giulia couldn’t look away. Her own pussy ached, clenching around nothing. A hot trickle of shameful arousal soaked through her own shorts. She was jealous of the brutal invasion, jealous of Lena’s simple, vocal pleasure, jealous of the way Vanja owned her completely. It was a mirror held up to her own deepest, most hidden need, and it was grotesque. It was magnificent.
Vanja’s eyes found Giulia’s over the curve of Lena’s heaving back. She smiled, a cruel, beautiful twist of her lips. She was fucking Lena, but she was talking to Giulia.
“See how open she is? How willing? This is what happens when you stop fighting what you are.” A particularly deep thrust made Lena wail. “She’s not clenching up in guilt. She’s embracing it. She’s letting me ruin her, and she’s thanking me for the privilege.”
The words were a scalpel, dissecting Giulia in real time. Her fingers dug into the padding of the table.
Vanja’s rhythm began to falter, becoming harder, more erratic. Lena was babbling, a stream of “please” and “don’t stop” and “oh god.” With a final, brutal surge, Vanja slammed home and held there, her body rigid. A raw, guttural cry was torn from Lena’s throat as she came, her body shuddering violently around the length inside her.
Vanja held her there for a long moment, then slowly pulled out. The sound was obscenely wet. Lena collapsed onto her side, spent and trembling.
Vanja unfastened the harness, letting it clatter to the floor. She ran a hand over Lena’s sweat-slicked flank. “Good. So good.” Then she looked at Giulia, her eyes blazing. “But she’s only halfway done. And you… you haven’t participated.”
Vanja nudged Lena onto her back. She hooked her hands under the younger woman’s knees, spreading her wide, exposing her completely to Giulia’s view—swollen, glistening, utterly used.
“Look at her,” Vanja said to Giulia. “Look at what I did to her. Now watch what I do for her.”
Vanja lowered her head between Lena’s thighs.
It was not the gentle, worshipful act Lena had performed. It was voracious. Vanja feasted on her, mouth and tongue working with a frantic, focused intensity. Lena, who had just peaked, gasped as if shocked with electricity. Her hands flew to Vanja’s hair, not guiding, just clutching.
“Oh… fuck… Vanja, it’s too much…” Lena whimpered, but her hips rolled off the table, seeking more.
Vanja growled against her, the vibration eliciting a sharp cry. She was relentless, tongue spearing deep, then flattening against her clit, sucking hard. She was painting a masterpiece of debasement with her mouth, and Lena was the willing, quivering canvas.
Giulia watched, mesmerized by the raw technique, the sheer carnal skill. Her own body was a live wire, every lick Vanja gave Lena felt like a ghost touch on her own nerves.
“I’m gonna… I can’t…” Lena chanted, her voice climbing to a desperate pitch. Her thighs began to shake violently, clamping around Vanja’s head. “I’M GONNA SQUIRT!”
Vanja didn’t pull away. She redoubled her efforts, burying her face deeper, a low, encouraging hum vibrating against Lena’s core.
Lena’s whole body bowed. A shattered scream tore from her lungs, wordless and raw. And then it happened—a hot, clear gush, not a trickle but a pulsing stream, erupting from her as Vanja drank her down. It splashed against Vanja’s chin, her throat, pattering onto the table beneath them. The sharp, salty scent filled the room, cutting through the antiseptic.
Vanja rode the storm until Lena’s body went limp, twitching with aftershocks. Only then did she pull back, her face glistening wet. She looked utterly debauched, triumphant. She licked her lips slowly, her eyes never leaving Giulia’s horrified, fascinated face.
Lena lay wrecked and sobbing softly, a puddle of release beneath her.
Vanja stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She walked to the sink, running water, washing Lena’s essence from her skin with a chilling practicality. She tossed a towel toward Lena. “Clean yourself up. Get out.”
The dismissal was absolute. Lena, moving like a sleepwalker, obeyed, shuffling into her clothes without a word, not looking at either of them, and slipping out the door.
Silence, again. But this one was different. It was full of the echo of Lena’s screams, the phantom smell of her release. It was a silence that judging.
Vanja stood before Giulia, who still hadn’t moved from the table. “Get up.”
Giulia’s limbs felt like lead. She pushed herself upright, her shorts sticking unpleasantly to her skin.
Vanja cupped her chin, forcing her to meet that predatory green gaze. “You wanted to be ruined. So let’s be clear. You are mine. Your control is a joke I let you tell yourself. Your discipline is a cage I can unlock anytime I want.” Her thumb stroked Giulia’s cheek. “You will be here tomorrow. And you will bring Lena. You will watch again. And this time, when I tell you to get on your knees and clean my pussy after I’ve fucked her, you will do it without hesitating. Do you understand?”
Giulia’s world had narrowed to this room, this woman, this terrible truth. The fire was not just burning; it had consumed everything, leaving only ashes and certainty.
She gave a single, barely perceptible nod.
Vanja’s smile was thin, satisfied. She released her. “Good. Now go home, Captain. And think about how you’re going to explain to your precious Lena why you’re both going to be my little secrets.”
Giulia walked out of the room, her legs unsteady. The hallway lights seemed too bright, the silence too loud. She could still taste the charged air on her tongue, could still feel the phantom vibration of Lena’s climax in the floor.
She had crossed a line from which there was no return. And the terrifying part, the part that echoed in the hollow where her pride used to be, was that she didn’t want to go back. She wanted tomorrow to come. She wanted to see what ruin looked like next.
The sterile hallway outside the physio room seemed to tilt. Giulia leaned a palm against the cool wall, waiting for the world to right itself. The smell was still in her nose—antiseptic undercut by the dark, sweet musk of Lena’s release. Her own shorts were damp where she’d sat on the table, a cold, clinging shame. She pushed off the wall and walked, her training shoes silent on the polished floor.
Sleep was impossible. She lay in her dark bedroom, seeing the violent arch of Lena’s back, hearing the wet slap of the strap-on, the guttural, surrendering cry. A hot throb pulsed between her own legs, relentless. She touched herself, once, a frantic stabbing of fingers, and came almost instantly with a choked-off sob. The orgasm felt like a theft, empty and furious. It solved nothing. The need just hardened into a darker, heavier shape inside her.
Vanja had been clear. You will bring Lena.
The next afternoon, training was a gauntlet. Every pass to Lena Oberdorf felt loaded, a conspiracy. Their eyes met across the pitch during a water break. Lena’s gaze, usually bright with competitive fire, was shadowed, confused. She looked quickly away, a flush creeping up her neck. Giulia’s mandate as captain warred with Vanja’s command. The captain lost.
“Lena,” Giulia said, her voice flat, catching her by the lockers afterwards. “A word. My car. Ten minutes.”
She didn’t wait for a reply.
Lena slipped into the passenger seat ten minutes later, filling the space with nervous energy. She smelled of shower gel and grass. “Captain, about yesterday, I…” she began, fidgeting with her seatbelt.
“Don’t,” Giulia interrupted, staring straight ahead through the windshield. Her knuckles were white on the steering wheel. “We’re going back. Now. You and me.”
Lena went still. “To… to her?”
“Yes.”
A long silence stretched, taut as a wire. Giulia waited for the refusal, the outrage, the questions.
“Okay,” Lena whispered, the word exhaled like a secret.
The drive was silent. The complex was quiet in the evening lull. They didn’t speak as they entered C Block, as Giulia used the key on Locker 42. The disguised door swung inward.
Vanja was already there. She wasn’t naked. She wore loose grey sweatpants and a tight tank top, lounging on the massage table as if it were a throne. She regarded them like a curator assessing two new acquisitions. “You came together. How… collegiate.”
Lena hovered near the door, her earlier boldness gone, reverting to the unsure young player.
“She told me to bring you,” Giulia said, the statement toneless, deferring responsibility even as she fulfilled the order.
“Of course she did.” Vanja swung her legs off the table and stood. She approached Lena first, cupping her face. “You were spectacular yesterday. A messy, lovely thing.” She kissed her, deep and slow. Lena melted into it with a soft whimper, her hands coming up to clutch Vanja’s shoulders. Vanja looked at Giulia over Lena’s shoulder. “See? She doesn’t overthink. She feels.”
Vanja led Lena to the table. “On your back. Legs over the edges.” Lena complied, her breath quickening. Vanja peeled off her own tank top and sweatpants, standing naked. She didn’t reach for a harness. She simply stood, and between her legs, flesh began to stir, thicken, and grow. It was faster this time, a rapid, mesmerizing unveiling of that impossible cock, rising to full, rigid thickness from her blonde curls.
Lena gasped, her eyes wide with awe and fear. “How… you didn’t… last time…”
“Last time was a lesson,” Vanja said, stroking herself slowly, a blatant, vulgar display. “This is a reward. For both of you.” Her eyes cut to Giulia. “You watch. You stand right there and you watch what happens when she gets what she thinks she wants.”
Vanja moved between Lena’s spread knees. She used the head of her cock to tease Lena’s soaked opening, painting slickness up and down her slit. “You want this, don’t you? The real thing.”
“Yes,” Lena breathed, her hips jerking weakly.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Vanja. Please fuck me with it. I need it.”
Vanja thrust forward, a single, brutal, complete invasion. Lena’s scream was pure sensation, shredded and loud. There was no slow adjustment. Vanja established a devastating rhythm immediately, each drive punching a wet sound from Lena’s core. The room filled with the symphony of it: skin slapping skin, Vanja’s grunted exhales, Lena’s broken, pleading cries.
Giulia watched, her own body clenching in sympathetic rhythm. Her mouth was dry. This was different from the strap-on. This was living flesh, a violation of nature that made the act profoundly more intimate, more terrifying. She could see the veins pulsing along its length, see the way Lena’s body stretched to accommodate it.
Vanja fucked her with a focused, athletic ferocity, her hips piston-driven. She leaned over, capturing one of Lena’s nipples in her mouth, biting down. Lena shrieked, her back bowing.
“You’re my perfect little fuckhole,” Vanja snarled against her breast. “Taking every inch. Gonna fill this tight cunt up until you forget your own name.”
It was raw, filthy, dehumanizing. Lena loved it. Her legs locked around Vanja’s back, her heels digging in, urging her deeper. “Don’t stop! God, don’t fucking stop!”
Giulia’s hand slipped into her own track pants, fingers finding her clit. She rubbed in frantic circles, unable to stop herself, her eyes glued to the junction of their bodies. She was so close, so quickly, humiliated and electrified.
Just as Lena’s cries hit a fever pitch, Vanja stopped. She froze, buried to the hilt, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. Lena writhed underneath her, sobbing. “No, no, please, I was so close!”
Vanja pulled out, abruptly, leaving Lena empty and shuddering. She turned to Giulia, her cock glistening with Lena’s arousal. “Your turn. On the table. Over her.”
Giulia moved as if in a trance. She stripped off her clothes, her skin pebbling in the cool air. She climbed onto the table, straddling Lena’s trembling body, facing Vanja. She lowered herself so their breasts were pressed together, Lena’s frantic heartbeat thudding against her own.
Vanja’s hands gripped Giulia’s hips from behind. The head of her cock prodded at Giulia’s entrance, still slippery from Lena. She pushed in, and Giulia cried out into Lena’s shoulder. It was even more intense than the first time, her body still remembering the shape, accepting it with a shocking, wet ease. Vanja began to move, and the friction was everywhere—inside her, against Lena beneath her.
“You feel her?” Vanja panted, driving hard. “You feel her under you, feeling you get fucked? You’re both mine. You’re all the same.”
Lena’s hands came up, clutching Giulia’s back, her nails scraping skin. She turned her head and captured Giulia’s nipple in her mouth, sucking hard. The dual sensation—Vanja’s pounding penetration and Lena’s hungry mouth—unraveled Giulia completely. She came with a shattered, silent scream, her internal muscles clamping viciously around Vanja’s cock.
Vanja cursed, hips stuttering. She pulled out of Giulia, turned Lena over roughly onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind in one relentless motion. Lena screamed into the vinyl, her fingers scrabbling for purchase. Vanja’s cadence was frantic now, a sprint to the finish. With a final, deep snarl, she jammed herself home, her body rigid. A hot, flooding pulse released inside Lena, who convulsed beneath her, a second, seizing orgasm ripped from her.
They collapsed into a heap of sweat and heaving breath. Vanja softened, withdrew. She rolled off, standing on shaky legs, looking down at the two ruined athletes on her table.
A long silence stretched, broken only by ragged breathing. Then Lena stirred. She pushed herself up on weak arms. Her face, streaked with tears and sweat, wasn’t sated. It was hungry, furious. She looked from the spent Vanja to the trembling Giulia.
“No,” Lena said, her voice hoarse but clear.
Vanja raised an eyebrow. “No?”
“That’s not… more.” Lena’s eyes burned with a newfound defiance. “You used us. You came. We came. That’s the same.” She swung her legs off the table, standing naked, wobbling but upright. She pointed a finger at Vanja’s slackening flesh. “I don’t want that. Not just that.”
She turned her fiery gaze on Giulia. “And I don’t want to just watch her get fucked by you.” She stepped closer to Vanja, her chin lifted. “You have another one. I know you do. I felt it… change, before. You think I didn’t notice?”
Vanja’s expression shifted, the cool control flickering with genuine surprise.
“I want that,” Lena demanded, her voice dropping to a low, vicious whisper. “I want the other one. I want you to fuck her with what you really are. And I want to watch you scream.”