The Gym From Hell

The elevator was blank for the most part. There were no buttons on it except for one, a bright red emergency button in the event that some disaster befell the building or the machine itself. Lisa supposed she should feel glad that sex slaves were still considered to be human enough to be worth saving in that event. Asides from this button, there was nothing. There was no control panel to choose your floor, and no way to return to the top either. The point was pretty clearly made. Once you were in the lift, you were in it for the whole way down.

There was a sense of awkwardness in the lift as it continued to sink below the ground. Lisa tried not to look at her companions. Somehow, the thought that both of them were naked from the waist down was hard to ignore, and her eyes kept wandering towards Stacy before she jerked them away again. Sometimes, she felt sure that she almost caught Stacy doing the same to her. Diana, of course, was still wearing her skirt, so looked by far the most normal of all of them.

No one knew quite what to say. The floor shivered as they travelled, the elevator felt colder to her now, though Lisa wasn't sure if that was an actual temperature difference or just her naked lower body making it harder to stay warm. Lisa tried to speak several times, but each time, the words died in her throat, and she could only continue to stare blankly at the wall, trying to imagine what sort of torment was waiting for them as the elevator continued its descent.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably in actuality only a few minutes, the elevator shuddered one last time. Lisa felt it dock, and turned towards the metal door expectantly. The others did the same, grateful that the trip was over and yet tense for what was about to happen. However, the door did not open. for several moments, they stood and waited, and then Lisa heard a buzzing crackle, an intercom clicked on, and a voice - most likely pre-recorded - issues from the roof of the metal room.

"All slaves will remove their clothes before the doors are permitted to open. Clothing of any kind is not allowed beyond this point. Modesty is a right that sex slaves are not permitted."

Lisa felt a lump in the back of her throat, but nodded her head slowly. It was about what she had expected at this point. Diana was frowning slightly, and Stacy looked tense. The three women exchanged looks with each other, part confusion as to what was coming next. At last, Lisa seemed to decide that she had had enough. She took a deep breath, and turned to the others.

"Well...." Lisa said, "I promise not to look if you two don't."

"That's probably not going to be an option now, is it?" Stacy sighed, "We're totally going to see one another naked."

"At the very least." Diana said, "Probably more. We're probably going to see one another cum too."

"Oh god." Stacy's face went red as though she'd just realised this, "We really are, aren't we?"

"I did try to tell you you didn't have to come..." Lisa muttered, "You could have been well out of this."

"I...no, no I was right before." Stacy sighed. "It's not fair you have to go through all of this on your own."

For a moment, she looked as though she was bracing herself. Her face scrunched up, and then she dropped the bundle of clothes she'd been using to cover her lower self, standing naked from the waist down in the lift. Her face flared red, and she bit her lower lip, but didn't bend to pick up the things she'd dropped.

"Stacy?" Diana said.

"It's...it's okay. You're going to see me anyway, aren't you? So there's no point in hiding anything." She gave a nervous laugh, "We're all girls here anyway, so it's not like any of us are going to be surprised unless someone has a big secret they've been keeping from the others."

In spite of what she said, Stacy was clearly tense, her hands balled, trying to resist the urge to retrieve her clothes. She looked mortified, and kept having to fight off the urge to pace. Before either of them could say anything to try and help her, they watched as her hands went to her top, undoing the buttons, and slowly sliding it off her body. After this, fumbling and awkward, her fingers went to the strap of her bra which soon joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.

"Okay..." Stacy breathed, trying to reassure herself, "Okay, the two of you can look at me now. Just...just not too close., okay? This is really fucking weird."

Stacy's chest was now exposed, and as she had done once before, Lisa couldn't help but compare. Stacy was bigger than Lisa or Diana, her torso was a bit stockier. She didn't run to fat, or even chubby, but she was not as slender as the two twins. This trend carried on with her breasts, which were larger than either of the twins. Like her lower lips, her nipples were a pink colour, and her areola were a slightly darker variant of the same.

Stacy hugged her breasts with her arms, concealing them from sight as she looked to the other two.

"Come on, don't leave me alone like this. Don't tell me everyone decided to stay clothed but me?"

Lisa snorted, shaking her head as she started to shrug off her jacket. The cotton gently played with her sensitive skin as it slid from her arms, left bare by the short sleeved shirt she was wearing. Lisa tried to pretend she couldn't feel the tips of her nipples poking into the underside of her bra, but knew that in only a few moments, everyone would see it. She was aroused, her body felt hot, heat wove lazily through her insides. She tried not to look at anyone else as she felt her shirt join her jacket and her jeans on the ground, the cold metal of the lift felt icy in her bare feet, and in one final movement, she undid her bra, standing naked with her sister and best friend.

To her left, Lisa saw that Diana had stripped down as well. Her sister was pale skinned and long-limbed, her nipples were pinkish brown, and had hardened, either because of the cold or because of the arousal of the situation. Diana brushed her ponytail aside with one hand, was it Lisa's imagination, or was there a faint red blush adorning her pale skin?

Lisa breathed slowly. Unlike Stacy, who had some pubic hair, Lisa was totally bare. Her womanhood was a shaved mound, her pubis and vulva were both naked, and her lower lips were a paler tone than Stacy's pink.

Diana and Lisa were twin sisters, so naturally their body type was quite similar, but they were not identical. Diana's vulva was slightly flatter, while Lisa's was more rounded. Diana's lower lips were a bit larger where Lisa's were thin. In that moment, Stacy saw the two of them naked for the first time - or at least, the first time she could remember. Each of the women stood in silence, lost in their own world. None of them willing to break the illusion that nothing strange was going on. That they hadn't just stripped down naked next to two other women, and weren't about to enter a gym full of sexual torments, which would be designed to make them humiliated and degraded.

Then, when they were at last finished stripping, the doors to the elevator swung aside, opening slowly. Lisa felt the back of her neck prickling, she was breathing fast, she could feel Stacy's eyes on her naked body. The urge to touch herself was at the back of her mind, though she resisted it. Her womanhood felt warm, her labia were tingling, she desperately hoped neither of the other two had noticed how turned on she was.

The elevator door opened to reveal a dark corridor beyond. Lisa shared a look with Stacy, and then turned to Diana, who gestured with one hand. She said nothing, but Lisa got her meaning well enough.

You're the one who set this up, out you go and we'll follow behind.

Well, she could't argue with that logic, she Lisa took her first step out of the elevator. Beyond, the corridor led straight for several minutes. It was quite dark, with only the occasional light. Lisa got a sense of foreboding as she went, like she was crossing some dark abyss, or as if she'd been cast to the bottom of the ocean, where there was no light. She walked naked through the corridor, the cold wind stung her skin. She could hear the other two behind her, but if she turned to face them, they might see how aroused she was, so she just kept going straight.

Finally, the corridor ended in a large circular room. Here, it was a little brighter, tiny studs in the ceiling glowed softly. There were lights in the floor too, lines of different colours tracing paths to the various doors which marked the wall. There were several such doors, and in the centre of the room, there was a large metal stand, like a grey tree.

A path lit up on the floor, leading from their corridor to the stand. The girls shared a look.

"I suppose that's us told where we're supposed to be going." Diana said.

"Hmmm." Stacy didn't look happy about it, but nodded.

"I'll go first." Lisa said,. "This is kinda my fault, so it's only fair."

As she stepped forwards, Lisa saw that the metal ''tree'' was actually a stand with multiple branching rods. Some of them were thick and some were thin. As she approached, Lisa saw that there were three collars sitting amidst rods, supported by them. One had her name on it.

The collar felt thick and heavier than the one she'd gotten from the college. It was made of thick plastic, with flexible wings that folded around your throat.

"There's one for each of us." Lisa said.

"Oh good, a collar." Stacy said as she stepped forwards. Her hands explored her own one, and she held it up to her throat with a frown. "Is it just me, or this is far heavier than it should be?"

"Heavier than my other one." Lisa said, making Stacy flush as she remembered that this was not the first collar Lisa would be wearing this week.

"It's probably a machine." Diana said, weighing her collar in one hand. "I'd bet it's designed not to let go once you put it on, and maybe more besides."

Stacy looked extra unhappy at that, but nodded.

"Well, there's nothing for it but to go forward, is there?"

Lisa agreed, raising the collar to her throat, she wrapped the fabric wings around the back of her neck, and as Diana had predicted, they stuck together, drawing themselves tighter as some mechanism in the collar itself started to size it to her throat. Lisa had a moment of panic, was it going to strangle her? But no, as soon as it was merely uncomfortably tight, it stopped.

"It's very front heavy." She admitted. "What do you think?"

"I've never worn a collar before." Stacy said. Lisa turned, checking to see if she had put it on properly. She had, and Lisa desperately tried not to think that her friend looked pretty sexy with the collar around her throat.

As soon as all three of them were ready, one of the doors opened. Lisa gave one last lingering look to her sister, and one for her friend, and then led the group into the darkness beyond. The door slid closed behind them, and slowly, the lights started to flicker on. One by one, they exposed a large circular room, bigger than the last room by several times. exercise equipment of all kinds was set up here, each in its own little section. It looked like it could have held twenty or thirty people at once, but was just them. Each of the machines looked familiar to Lisa, who had been using the proper gym for years now. But as she looked closer, she began to feel her pussy grow hot. They'd been modified. She could not tell what each one did, but those she did recognise were clearly designed to humiliate and **** their users.

"Welcome to the Southcity **** Gym." Said a voice from the roof. This time, it didn't seem to be prerecorded. "According to our records, you are Diana and Lisa Cormack, as well as Stacy Renald. The three of you have spent some time at our gym, so we have records of your fitness. Using those records, we will now compile a fitness program for the three of you. Please note, you will not be allowed to leave until all three of you have completed your allotted tasks. The door you entered by is now locked. Additionally, from this moment on the three of you are being recorded for security and entertainment purposes."

"E-entertainment?" Stacy squeaked.

"That is correct. All all three of you are officially sex slaves, you have no legal right to your own image. Footage of your visit to the gym will be recorded and if judged particularly enticing, sold on the website as well as at the giftshop, which we now have for this specific purpose."

"You mean...you're going to make us star in porn?" Stacy went on, her hands rising to her mouth. "Oh my god..."

"It's fine, Stacy." Lisa said, trying to smile even though her own heart was hammering. She hadn't made any rule about this, but she supposed it was a natural evolution of the rules she had made. If slaves were second class, people would try to make money out of them. Since they could hardly refuse, and had little rights anyway, those ways would probably end up sexual.

Diana had crossed her arms under her breasts, glaring up at the sky as though she could personally reach up and strangle the man behind the mic.

"Well?" She said, "What are we each going to be doing?"

"The rules are simple," the voice ignored her, "Each of you will be allocated one task to keep up your fitness. The other two will help her to get set up with the equipment, and may participate as well if needed, but are not permitted to help otherwise at risk of punishment. You are each wearing your gym-issued collars, which include a small electrical device to administer controlled shocks if you should break these rules, or if we get bored. After each of you completes your tasks, you will be allowed to progress to the next section."

The voice was silent for a moment, and then announced the first task which would be given to each of them.