“You see, my dear,” Tara said, smiling broadly,
her teeth glinting brightly, “We have to make
sure you get your exercise. If you sit at that
desk all day without at least stretching your
muscles, your pretty little tits will start to sag
and that nice Buttocks of yours will begin to
spread like a bad case of the plague.”
Sharon bit on the tip of her tongue to keep
from reminding the large big titted witch that
she hadn’t been wasting time all day. She had
been locked helpless to a padded platform on
top of a conference table, being F***ed in
almost every possible way. And, as far as her
muscles were concerned, every one of them
felt as though it had been beaten and stretched
all out of shape.
When they had taken Sharon off the table that
afternoon, she had been led to a long room at
the back of the mansion, which looked, for all
intents and purposes, like a military barracks.
Twenty small metal beds lined the side walls of
the room. Each was padded by a thin mattress
and covered by blankets and sheets.
Sharon hadn’t been given any clothing, but at
least they had allowed her to rest, and the
exhausted secretary had collapsed and slept
away the rest of the day. When she had
awakened, the rest of the Unclad secretaries
were milling around in the room. One of them
told her that they had already eaten.
Then the door at the opposite end to the hall
opened, and Tara and a thin assistant stepped
inside. They had come for Sharon, and they
locked a metal collar around her neck then
used a leash to lead her outside.
“Can I get something to eat?” Sharon asked,
following along behind the sadistic pair. Each
of the lusty women was dressed in black
leather, with holes cut out for their tits and
“Later,” Tara said.
“Then can I go to the bathroom?” the young
secretary asked. “I really need to pee!”
“You just pissed this afternoon!” Tara hissed.
“Yeah,” the other woman said. “She looked just
like a silly B***h! I can still hear that golden
piss beating into that wastebasket like a
Sharon groaned in embarrassment. She hadn’t
needed to be reminded of that. She still
shuddered each time she thought about
hunkering down, her Unclad Buttocks and cunt
over the trash basket, her piss hissing into it
for everyone in the office could see and hear.
“You’ll just have to hold it,” Tara said as she
stopped in front of a heavy, locked door.
“There’s a device you can piss into inside this
room after you’re through with your exercises!”
?The room into which they stepped was
brightly lit, and around it were, scattered a
number of devices. Many of the contraptions
looked like familiar exercise equipment, but
each of them seemed somehow strangely
different. The high bar had straps and clamps
that could be used to lock legs into place, and
the pommel horse had along, thick dildo jutting
up in the middle of the saddle.
Chains from the ceiling ended in exercise rings,
but there were handcuffs attached to both.
There were other devices Sharon didn’t get
much of a chance to study, but she figured she
already knew far more than she wanted to. All
of the exercise equipment had been turned into
taunting instruments of torture, with bondage
devices built onto them so that a terrified
victim could be ravaged and F***ed.
Tara tugged on the chain attached to the collar
and pulled Sharon across the room. The device
the captive secretary was being moved toward
appeared to be an exercise bicycle that had
been altered. Instead of metal feet, it was
mounted atop a square steel box, and the seat
was bulky and heavy and had a tall upright
back built on. The pedals and handlebars were
about the only things that seemed normal to
the frightened young woman.
“This is your exercise equipment for the day,”
Tara said wickedly, and pushed Sharon onto
the large platform for the device. Sharon
groaned when she stepped up, the tension in
her abdomen torturing her intensely stretched
bladder. She was forced to sit on the seat,
which was unnaturally wide and bowed out her
legs. With her feet on the pedals, her legs were
spread apart to open her cunt and asscrack,
and the mouths of her fuckholes nuzzled down
tightly onto the surface of the seat.
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