IR Future - Part 13

After the impromptu cleaning of her feet that Fru Satan gets from Lara, she forces the two of you to shower together, demeaning you both nonstop as you try to follow her commands under a stream of icy cold water.

Half-frozen, you and Lara share the most heartfelt and least horny naked hug of your lives just to share body heat. Once you’re clean, you have the privilege of being the table that Fru Satan uses to eat breakfast. Lara gets to be the chair. Then she becomes your chair while she has to eat her breakfast out of a bowl.

It’s clear that she’s being targeted, although she doesn’t seem to mind. Neither does Fru Satan. You’re starting to feel like a third wheel. Fru Satan is obviously some kind of Nordic S&M badass goddess, but she’d have to be a robot not to feel something looking at someone like Lara. You always knew that Lara was scrappy, but the level of toughness on display here is more than you ever expected from her. She’s not a glutton for punishment. She’s just very brave.

Maybe Fru Satan is impressed.

In any case, you’re paying for Lara’s hubris. Fru Satan works you both twice as hard. The only mercy she shows is making sure that you’re both hydrated. It’s not the most sophisticated sports training you’ve ever done, but at least you don’t have to worry about gaining weight this weekend.

Rather than dreading the whistle, you and Lara have resigned yourselves to being punished constantly. You’re dripping with sweat, your body is sore, your muscles burn, and you’re still better off than Lara. She’s having to do all the same things that you are, but she has to be mindful of her bottom, which still must be incredibly tender after yesterday’s thrashing. You are in awe of her fortitude. At least she’s allowed to wear clothes today.

Fru Satan finally brings out a soccer ball. You find yourself rubbing her shoulders as she sits in a chair and does a… questionable impression of soccer drills.

Lara stops, her foot resting on the ball. Then she flips it up and catches it, giving Fru Satan a challenging look. With your hands on Fru Satan’s shoulders, you feel her draw her breath in. It’s not clear if she’s going for the whistle or planning to use her voice, but Lara cuts her off.

Lara points up at the big light that’s serving as the sun.

“I’ve had enough of that,” she says. “Respectfully, could we turn it down?”

The question, or maybe the way that Lara put it, takes Fru Satan by surprise.

“No,” she replies shortly.

Lara shrugs. “Then I’ll break it,” she says.

You cringe.