More Training with Bela

“Mmmmmppph…”

Elena cradles her head as the tries to get her bearings. Her brain feels like it’s been fried a million times over. She knows better, though she’s had more than her share of hangovers. This would definitely among one of the more epic ones, though. No way would she crawl out of bed under such conditions.

Then again, she’s nowhere near one.

Her muscles ache. The ones down south especially.

Whatever that Boris or Brain guy did to her went far beyond kink. She’d have to consult the Geneva Conventions…she’s sure he broke a law in there somewhere. First kidnapped, **** to do callisthenic exercises by some third rate Moscovite from central casting...Ludicrous by any stretch of the imagination.

She struggles to recalls the outlines of what happened. The buzzing doesn’t help.

She crawls toward the stove and yanks a banana from the nearby counter, making a meal out of it. Elena huddles in the corner, wondering if the mysterious trainer from yesterday would show up again.

Five minutes turn to ten. Ten to twenty. Feeling confident that he isn’t around, she yanks the gag off and raids the refrigerator. The rumbling in her stomach is agonizing. She must’ve gone without food or water two, three days at this rate. Her aching for food is almost sexual.

She snags a bite of bologna and a handful of grapes. A tiny block of cheese. She’s never had so much at once. Like a feast in her mouth. Lord, she wishes it’d never end…

A door slams shut. She quickly dons the gag back on and cowers, hoping he’d never realize her deception. The sound of boots echoes in the hallway. She fixes her eye on the corridor, watching Ben or Bobby or Boleslav march through hall. He stops and spins around, looking confused.

“Fresh fish.” He voice booms. “Fresh fish? Fresh fish? Where are you?”

Elena remains silent.

“What the matter? Afraid I’ll hurt you? Boris never do that.”

His boom morphs into a snarl. The man balls his fist.

“You’d better come out if you know what’s good for you.” The tempo in his voice rises.

Fearing reprisal, Elena crawls into view, her hands held over her head.

“Mmmmppph.” She pleads.

Bela laughs.

“You’re silly, fresh fish.”

She hesitates as he comes near.

“What are you doing?”

“Mmmmpph.”

He grabs her by the arm and leads her back to the makeshift training room. She shakes her head in protest, kicking all the while. They both stop in mid-stride. Bela slams her against the wall.

“You’re a tough one today, fresh fish.”

She growls and pushes him. He shoves back. And so it goes, the two of them having it out momentarily before Bela intervenes, bending her over the knee. Elena winces as his calloused hands **** her bottom, making her beet red ass even sorer than before.

“Mmmmpph!”

“What seems to be the problem?”

She gestures the international sign for sleep.

“I don’t care. Now start your exercises.”

She shakes her head violently.

“I can always sic the Dazer on you again…”

Elena flashes back to the earlier session. She hangs her head in a submissive pose, begging with her eyes for him to relent, at least this once. Whether out of compassion or lust, he backs away. She sighs in relief, crashing on the couch.

As sunlight hits her face the following morning, she stretches out and groans. Already, her muscles are feeling less stressed. She’d haul ass and run away, but as long as he keeps her locked up that’s not part of the plan. She listens as birds chirp outside.

Her colon rumbles. She sprints for the bathroom. Fortunately, it is one of the few doors that aren’t locked. She thanks Heaven for the small miracle and cleans herself off, thankful that she isn’t wearing a latex bodysuit.

Hearing Bela stir, she quickly takes her place at the balance beam; stretching her legs in slow, steady reps. The gracefulness of her moves forces him to stop. He watches as she bends over. The boner alone is worth it.

He walks up to her slowly, watching her continue to work her calves and thighs.
“What are you doing so early in the morning?” His breath reeks of ****.

She glances up at the bulky man towering over her.

“Don’t stop.” He gestures at her. “You’re…you’re beautiful.”

She continues as before, shrugging off the butterflies in her stomach.

Bela’s hand fumbles in his underwear. He finally frees himself of his little bear, stroking it to erection. Elena is oblivious as he moans quietly. At last she collapses.

“Come to me.” He signals her. She crawls over to him. The Russian strokes her cheek affectionately.

“I apologize for my earlier rudeness, fresh fish. It was…unbecoming of me.”

His tone strikes her as one of an uncle genuinely concerned about his niece’s welfare, or a remorseful teacher upset about the mistreatment of his charge. She softens a bit as she looks into his eyes, seeing a different person than the one who manhandled her the previous day. She lowers her head in response.

“Don’t look down.” He admonishes her. “A proud woman such as yourself doesn’t hang her head down.”

She glances at his tool. If this were a different time and place, she’d feel awkward or scared. But there is only so much a person can do under the circumstances. Besides, she hardly remembers the last time she’d slept with a man—any man. The fling with her roommate doesn’t count.

She doesn’t fight the arousal as he spins her over and takes her from behind. Her moans build into cries until she finally comes. Her breaths are ragged as she sits on top of him, not thinking much at all. Who knew there was such bliss in surrender?
Weeks pass as she graduates from warm-ups to actual splits and other exercises, feeling remarkably good about herself, even in captivity. The hot and cold treatment from her trainer still sucks though. She still has to sneak around to eat and sleep. But overall life seems pretty good.

As she practices her moves one day, she stops in mid-place as Bela talks over the phone, a serious look on his face.

“Hello, Mistress.” His voice is warm yet professional. “Can you say that again? It’s set for when…tonight? You can’t be serious. I’m already halfway through my training and…okay, okay. She’ll be sorry to hear that, but I’ll let her know.”
Elena glances at him as he hangs up the phone.

“Good and bad news, fresh fish.” Bela slips into broken English. “Good news, your training is over. Bad news, boss wants to see you this evening, after dinner. She says it’s important.”

His charge doesn’t know whether to sigh or cry.

“We have to get you cleaned up! Hurry! I know a friend across town, he can fix you up real nice. You’ll be like beautiful woman when he done with you.”