IR Future - Part 8

You have seen a lot of porn. Some of that has involved what you consider S&M: sexy costumes, some whipping and spanking, some tying up. Maybe some slapping and spitting. And of course you’ve heard jokes about people wanting some hot woman to walk on them or something, but you never really got past that superficial level. You never wondered if there were people out there who want to be treated badly; not even necessarily in a sexual way.

Well, the existence of this supposed sex dungeon should have been a tip-off.

Now you gasp for breath, dripping sweat as you and Lara run ragged laps around the gym. You’ve lost count. You’re dying. But if you slow down, Fru Satan will yell at you and whip you.

She blows a shattering note on her whistle. Thank god.

You and Lara collapse to the fake grass, gasping. Lara is naked and you’re wearing the slutty soccer player outfit that was provided, but that is the last thing on anyone’s mind. You are mentally and emotionally drained.

Fru Satan looms over you, whip in hand. She grabs your hair and forces you to your hands and knees. You cry out in pain as she sits on your back without warning, using you as a bench.

“Quiet, Piggy!”

You clench your jaw.

Breathing raggedly, Lara sits up, looking wary. You have learned that one wrong move means doom with this woman. Fru Satan uncaps a bottle of mineral water and offers it to you. Awkwardly, you take a drink without the use of your hands. It’s embarrassing and you feel like a gerbil or something. But you’ve been here for three hours. Embarrassing no longer has any meaning.

Lara’s whole body is covered in sweat. She needs water too. You decide to risk it.

“Can’t Lara have some?” you ask nervously.

Fru Satan makes a derisive noise and sneers at Lara. She pushes the bottle to your mouth again.

“Give it to her,” she orders you. You try to raise one hand, but you need both hands and both knees to be a good bench. And you have a feeling that you do not want to find out what would happen if you’re a bad bench.

You get as much water as you can without spilling and hold it in your mouth. Lara must be really ****; she’s making hardly any effort to act cool. She crawls over and places her mouth over yours. It’s not graceful, but you’re both serious athletes. Hydration isn’t a joke.

Fru Satan gives you more, and you transfer it to Lara. This does not count as kissing.

On the third mouthful, you **** slightly. This is challenging after all.

“No! Piggy!” Fru Satan smacks your rear with her hand so hard that it makes your face bump into Lara as you cough. “No spill!”

“Yow!” you cry out as she smacks your bottom again.