The Bonds of Friendship

The machine gave a rude blurt once more. Lisa frowned as the women behind the counter returned her card.

"I am sorry, miss, but it doesn't seem to be recognising your membership."

"What, really?" Lisa said, frowning as she looked around. "That's really weird. I come here all the time."

"That's right, we were here only last week." Diana nodded.

"I know." The woman said, "I remember you all, but the machine doesn't seem to."

"Hmmm." Lisa said nothing, her gaze shifting to each member of the group. First, there was Diana, her twin sister who was wearing her long hair in a ponytail over her shoulder today. She was clad in a mid-length skirt, and a dark blouse with short sleeves. Her brown eyes swept across the room, a certain suspicion dancing in them. Lisa said nothing even as Diana's eyes fixed on her.

After Diana, there was Stacy, who was also wearing a skirt, though shorter than Diana's. She also was clad in a tight T-shirt, and her blond hair was mid-length. Her eyes were blue, and her bag was tucked under one arm.

Lisa for her part was wearing a tight shirt, as well as jeans, a jacket was slung over her chest, though not really zipped up, and her hair was short. She smiled, though it was clearly more of an attempt at friendliness than actual joy.

"Can you try to run it again?"

"Sure," said the receptionist, "But it won't be any different this time. Look. We put it into the machine, give it a few moments to check then card invalid."

"But my sister and friend got through fine!" Lisa protested, "How come it's only me that has problems?"

They were standing at the reception of the gym that they always attended together. It was a large room, with big glass windows pointing out to the street. Various corridors led off from the central area, and behind the reception desk there was a balcony which overlooked the room. This gym was pretty high class, and they had almost anything you cared to name. There was a sauna and a spa, there were all sorts of exercise machines, personal trainers, and a swimming pool.

The machine gave another blurt of mechanical shrillness.

"See?" The receptionist said again, "Invalid ID. Now, I know all three of you, so I can't really say why it's being such a pain right now but..."

"I have an idea." Diana said, again, Lisa felt her older sister pinning her with her gaze. She said nothing, but Diana had always been able to read her body language, and right now Lisa's body was all an open book. She was twitchy, looking away, her face was slightly flushed, excited, perhaps? Lisa saw her sister take all of this in in an instant, and then turned back to the receptionist. The receptionist was a dark haired woman wearing the blue and black uniform of the gym staff.

"What is it, Di?" Stacy asked, turning around to look at her friend. Stacy's skin was pale, but she was smiling. Stacy was often smiling, like the world was some big game, and she was loving every minute of it. She didn't have a single nasty bone in her body. In spite of what certain people might have thought, however, Lisa knew that ''happy'' did not mean ''stupid'' and Stacy was also an intelligent woman who sometimes surprised the two of them with her insight.

"This is going to be really awkward if this isn't the case..." Diana sighed, "But my sister, Lisa here, was recently made into our college's sex ****. Do you think that could have any effect on the machine?"

Lisa felt her cheeks heating up as the receptionist turned to look at her.

"I'm sure that's not it." Stacy said hurriedly, "You know today was supposed to be about leaving all that sort of thing behind, Diana!"

"It might be it..." The receptionist said a bit reluctantly. "You see recently, we've had some new rules and regulations come down from the bosses. You see, people didn't like that sex slaves were being allowed to work out in our normal facilities. They said it was demeaning for everyone else. So all of our locations underwent renovation. If your sister has become a college ****, then it's possible her normal membership has been revoked."

"That's..." Stacy hand went to her mouth for a moment, "That's totally unfair! She's still a normal person! She still has rights! You can't just...just do that!"

"It's part of the conditions accepted when you agreed to membership." The receptionist explained. "We're not a government group, so we're free to set our own criteria. If you want to check and see if you are on the list of slaves, there is a machine over there to do it."

The woman pointed, and Lisa turned to see that she was right. Set beside the front desk, there was a machine. It looked sort of like a hand scanner, but was a bit wider. It came up to about her waist, and consisted of a touch screen on top of a metal column. Wires snaked around the column, and there was a second screen connected to the first by a metal tube, and supported by flexible connectors so that it could be moved around.

"No!" Stacy said, "We're not doing that! If you're not going to treat Lisa like a person, we'll find somewhere else to work out! We've been coming here for years, but this is way beyond the limit!"

The receptionist shrugged apologetically.

"I'm sorry miss, but this is all I can do. Her card won't work, and if her membership card isn't working, I can't let her into the facilities."

Diana said nothing. She was watching her sister with a look that grew more and more pointed with each passing moment. Lisa could feel the sweat on the back of her neck. it was like Diana had already guessed everything she had done! Which, to be fair, she probably had...

"Lisa is a **** now." Diana said this with some finality. "If she wants, we can go and find somewhere else, but it probably won't be all that different, will it?"

"Yeah..." Stacy said reluctantly, "But still..."

"It's fine, Stacy." Lisa said, "Diana is right. It's going to be the same everywhere, isn't it?" She put on a brave face and turned to look at her friend, "We need to stay fit and in shape, you know? Especially me with....well, you know."

Stacy flushed in shared embarrassment, nodding to indicate that she knew exactly.

"So we'll have to put up with it," Lisa went on. "Gym memberships are expensive, you know. You and Diana still get to use the full facilities, so it's not like it's a total bust."

"Yeah, but..." Stacy trailed off.

"It'll be fine." Lisa said, trying to ignore how her chest was squirming, her heart thumping. Her legs trembled a little as she walked towards the machine. The touch screen was a light blue colour, a shade of darker blue indicated where she should put her hand. She reached out to it, placing her palm against the cool plastic. After a moment, it turned red.

"That didn't work either?" Lisa said, honestly puzzled by now, "I was sure that was it..."

"Well...." The receptionist looked even more embarrassed now, "You...um... didn't actually use it properly. The touch screen is not for your...for your hand...."

"What do you mean?" Lisa asked, and then paused as the coin dropped. She looked at it again, at the metal platform it was on with two obvious locations to put your feet. At the height that it would be when she did so.

She felt her face colouring as well.

"You mean..."

"Yes."

"Here? With everyone looking?"

"A sex **** isn't allowed any rights to privacy. I'm...I'm sorry."

"What does she mean, Lisa?" Stacy asked. She hadn't gotten a good look at the machine yet, so she hadn't quite caught on. "What's it meant to be used on if not your hands?"

"It's for....um...the thing that most people are interested in from a sex ****."

"What, you mean your..."

"Yeah..." Lisa. Her hands were already moving to undo the buttons of her jeans. She fancied she could feel the weight of the world on her back in that moment. She didn't tremble, but she was aware of everything, from the cold play of the wind against the back of her neck to the gentle indent of the buttons on her fingers as she undid them.

"You're not going to actually do it, are you?" Stacy asked, "Lisa, that's crazy!"

"I don't exactly want to." Lisa admitted, "But I need to get used to this sort of stuff, you know? Since I'm a college sex ****, this is going to be my life until we graduate. I can't run from it forever."

"Lisa..." Stacy looked at her, not knowing what to say.

"Just tell me there's not a lot of people looking."

"Not right now," Stacy said, "But I'd move fast if I were you. As soon as they realise, they're going to be looking this way."

"Yeah, yeah, I get you." Lisa tried to master her beating heart. She kicked off her shoes one after another, and then started to pull down her jeans, gently inching them down her long legs. The fact that she was doing this in a public reception seemed absolute madness. She felt mortified, and was waiting for someone to shout, but no one did. She took hold of the denim jeans and started to ease them down her legs, leaving them piled beside her shoes, and then her fingers wrapped around the waistband of her dark blue panties. Her bare legs felt cold, and Lisa could sense a humiliation rising up inside of herself. She wanted to tell the others to turn away, but she didn't. After all, sex slaves had no right to privacy. So far, she'd been living a half life, existing as a **** only when she was at the college. But now thanks to her rules, that would change. Now, everywhere she went, she would be known, she'd be humiliated and stripped, and not only her, but other women who also liked to be slaves. This was just the start of the rest of her life.

Thinking this she closed her eyes, pressing them shut against the world as she felt her hands press against the inside of her thighs. She nudged the panties down, each inch revealed more and more of her body. The cold win made her starkly aware of her own nakedness, and with a final pull and tug, Lisa felt her final barrier drop to the ground around her feet. She was now naked from the waist down. her mouth felt dry, her skin tingled. Heat washed through her body. She didn't know what to do or say, and she could feel everyone watching her.

Her womanhood felt hot radiating heat through her body. Butterflies flew in her stomach. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, before mastering her courage and stepping towards the machine again. This time, she took hold of it and used it to haul herself up onto the metal platform. There was an indent there for each of her feet, and when she stood in them, then her pussy was positioned...

Exactly in front of the scanner. Of course.

Lisa took a deep breath, trying to channel her anxiety and twisting humiliation. Then, she stepped forwards, pressing her womanhood onto the screen. She felt the cold plastic touch her lower lips, and for a moment, she dared to hope that it was over.

No such luck, the machine glowed red again. It seemed like she wasn't destined to have even a scrap of dignity.

Lisa took a step back, her breaths were coming faster now. Her body felt lighter. She knew what it wanted her to do for one simple reason. It was the most humiliating thing she could possibly do in the situation. Quickly, before she could have a chance to think about what she was going to do, Lisa reached down between her legs, using her fingers to gently peel apart her labia, spreading herself for the cold, uncaring machine before she pressed her pussy back into it. This time, it felt even colder, hard and unyielding pressed up between her legs. She bit her lower lip as the machine started to thrum, a soft green light traced the outside of her pussy and - she suspected - the inside of it as well.

An image of her womanhood appeared on the secondary screen. It was in high quality, recorded in every detail. For a moment, it rotated there, and then the machine glowed green and played a different tone.

A metal door on the far wall slid open to reveal an elevator that Lisa had never seen before.

"That lift leads to the gym set aside for slaves." The receptionist said. "It has all of our normal facilities, but..."

"They're humiliating." Lisa said without turning around.

"That's right..." The other woman sounded sympathetic, "The higher ups thought that slaves should know their places. So the whole thing is designed around degrading and being as sexual as possible while still qualifying as a work out. Um, you should know that barring an emergency, once you go in, you can't leave again until you complete several of the tasks you'll be given. S-sorry about that, it wasn't my idea."

"That's fine," Lisa said, feeling like her heart was in her throat, "That's just the way the world works and I have to get used to it."

"Lisa..." Stacy said, "You don't have to. You can come back with us. But if you go down there, you can't leave until you finish playing by their rules."

"Stacy..." Lisa turned around, trying to ignore how her friend couldn't help but look between her legs, "I can't get out of the sex **** thing. I'm trapped there, this is going to be my life from now on. Yes, I can avoid it this time. But next time, and the time after that as well? If...if I just keep running, then what will I do when I'm not allowed to run anymore? I need to face it. I need to get used to it."

"I..." Stacy looked lost for words, and then she bowed her head, "I suppose you're list, Lis. I just... I just don't like this. You're my best friend, and you're going through this all alone. I hate that I have to just sit and watch..."

"Maybe you don't." Diana said suddenly. She turned to the receptionist. "Is there any way for the two of us to go to the same gym as Lisa?"

"You mean the **** gym? The two of you are full members, so you shouldn't have to go there..."

"I didn't ask if I had to," Diana said, "I asked if we could choose to."

Stacy's face was unsure for a moment, but only a moment. Her resolve hardened, and she nodded as well.

"That's right. Maybe Lisa has to go down there, but she doesn't have to do it alone."

"Well..." The receptionist looked uncertain, "Technically no, there's no way for you to go down with her. But the three of you have been coming here for a long time, and I don't really like a lot of what has been going on lately so..."

Her face was torn for a moment, but then like Stacy, her resolve seemed to harden.

"Here's what I can do for you. I can enter you into the database as slaves as well. That would mean that your normal membership would be cancelled, and you could go down to the basement with Lisa. But once it's done, I can't undo it. You'd never be a full member here again... at least, not without some evidence that you had ended your time as slaves."

"Evidence which we would not be able to get." Diana's lips pursed.

"Exactly." Said the receptionist. "Think carefully before you do it."

"I'll do it." Stacy said. Both Lisa and Diana turned to look at her in surprise, and it was her turn to flush red.

"If I have to, I can find another gym... you're more important, Lisa, and I can't let you face this alone. If I did, I'd be a terrible friend, and I'd never forgive myself."

"You won't be able to avoid the same tasks as she is set." The receptionist said, "You'll be actively involved, not observers."

"I understand." Stacy's skin paled, but her face looked just as determined as before. "Do it."

"Yes." Diana said, a few heartbeats later, "I agree. Enter the two of us as slaves like Lisa."

The receptionist looked like she didn't know whether to call them fools or to praise them for what they had just done. Either way, she bent her face down towards her computer, and a few minutes of frantic typing followed. Then, she looked up again.

"Okay, the two of you are entered. Your standard memberships are now invalid, and you can go down with your sister. But I am afraid you'll need to sign in in the same way that she did."

The receptionist gave a helpless gesture towards the machine. Diana and Stacy shared a look. Lisa stepped aside, stopping in front of the door to the elevator and turning around. She'd picked up her jeans and panties, as well as her shoes, and she was holding them, in front of her womanhood.

"You two really don't have to do this, you know I-"

"Shut up, Lisa, we're supporting you whether you want it or not." Diana said without looking around. "Just be glad you have such an understanding sister."

Diana was the first to step up towards the machine. For a moment, her hands went under her skirt, she wriggled a bit, and then Lisa watched as she drew down her panties, stepping smartly out of them. She took her place on the machine, using one hand to lift the hem of her skirt, and with the other, reached down to tease apart her lower lips. Then, just like Lisa had done, Diana stepped forwards, pressing her sex against the machine. It scanned her as well, and an instant later, an image of Diana's pussy was flashing across the secondary screen. Diana bore the humiliation well, her face didn't colour, and after a moment, she stepped off the machine, letting her skirt fall back into place to cover her modesty.

After Diana, it was Stacy's turn. She looked much less composed, and her head was turning back and forth like she expected someone to turn up and gawk at her. As she stepped towards the machine, Stacy kicked bent down to one knee, untying her shoes and carefully removing them. Unlike Diana, Stacy was wearing nylon leggings under her skirt, so it wasn't as simple as just wriggling off her panties. The first thing she had to do was undo the skirt itself, which left her standing in her dark leggings. They hugged her skin, showing off her body down to the smallest detail. She was blushing as she reached for the hem and started to pull them down. Her legs were long, and her spin was pale. Her build was not quite that of a runner, but it was clear that she stayed in shape. As the nylons fell away, it became clear that she was wearing light blue panties.

Stacy closed her eyes, muttering something encouraging to herself, her face was flushed now, and it was clear from the tremble in her body that she had not anticipated doing something so daring today. Nevertheless, she slowly clawed the panties free of her body, inching them down her legs until her bottom half was totally bare.

Lisa had seen Stacy naked before - during their inauguration as slaves, but thanks to her rules that had now not happened, so Stacy had no memory of it. She tried to avoid the gaze of her friends as she stepped up to the machine, moaning a bit as she pressed her lower body into the scanner, and the green light flashed to replace the picture of Diana's pussy with a picture of her own.

While it was true that both Diana and Lisa had somewhat different womanhoods, they were still linked by blood, and so they were visually similar. Stacy was obviously the odd one out of the trio. Her mons pubis was covered in soft golden hair, which flowed down to outline her lower lips. Her labia were pinkish where both of the twins' were pale, gently outlining her entrance.

After the machine was done with her, Stacy gathered up her clothes and hurried over to the elevator beside Lisa and Diana. There was a certain amount of carefully not looking at one another, or at least, not looking at one another below the waist. Then, as one, they stepped into the elevator. The doors to freedom closed slowly, and then, Lisa felt the machine begin to descend, taking them to whatever twisted version of a gym that existed for sex slaves in this altered version of the world.