IR Future - Part 7

Lara wasn’t kidding when she said that they customized the experience for you. The woman takes you to a space that is instantly recognizable as having once been a gym, although there are subtle differences between a Swedish one and what you’re used to. The floor is covered by rollout turf and there’s a soccer goal. A huge light hangs from the ceiling in this windowless chamber, and it’s intended to be the sun and the moon. It can change colors.

You have **** but to trade your discomfort for fascination. They went to some trouble here. How much did Lara, Aki, and Sun spend? How do places like this exist? Europe is scary.

“I am your coach,” the woman repeats as you and Lara take in the room. “You have come to train, yes?”

“Right,” Lara says absently.

Attached to the gym is what was once a locker room. Now there are two cots there. Not even beds… cots. And a locker is open with clothes inside.

Fru Satan approaches you with a collar.

“Oh, I’m wearing this? OK,” you say, letting her buckle it around your neck.

“Oh, fuck me,” Lara says with a tired expression. She closes her eyes and looks patient as the woman straps one on her as well. “Like we’re bloody dogs.”

“You are piggies,” Fru Satan says.

You and Lara just don’t even know what to make of that. You feel like you’re dreaming.

The woman points at the locker. “Dress,” she commands, not particularly meanly. “Your clothes will go here.” She opens a canvas sack.

“Oh boy,” you say, going to the locker. There, you discover plain white underwear and socks, skimpy gym shorts that you can tell will be too tight, and some flimsy crop tops. There’s nothing even pretending to be a bra. And nothing else. It’s not cold in here, exactly… but you’re properly dressed. It’s going to be chilly.

And of course, Fru Satan is just standing there, watching you. It’s a sex dungeon. You don’t know why you’re surprised at having to get naked in front of her. Well, at least you’re used to Lara seeing you naked. And making inappropriate remarks and good gaming you in the shower and so on.

“What have we got?” Lara asks, joining you in front of the locker.

“That is not yours,” Fru Satan says, and Lara looks back.

“Where’s my one, then?”

“You were not expected,” the Swedish woman replies. She gives the sack a meaningful shake.

“Oh dear,” Lara murmurs, looking a bit shaken. You both disrobe uncomfortably. You don the outfit provided for you while Lara tries to maintain her façade. She stands nude with her hands on her hips, her soft penis just hanging there looking a bit sad in the cool air. You try not to stare, but you can’t handle it. She’s covered in goosebumps, the same as you. She shivers.

“Just use some of mine,” you tell her, gesturing to the locker.

Fru Satan’s scream is like a bomb going off, drilling into your eardrums painfully.

“No, piggies!” she shrieks. You and Lara both jump, cringe and cower.