The lat pulldown machine

(This is a smut chapter.)

You spot a simple looking machine with a seat, and a horizontal bar hanging above it. Looks like you just pull the bar down, and it lifts some weights with it. That seems like something you can handle. And Charlotte’s spindly arms probably can’t.

“Uh, that one.” you point.

“The lat pulldown? I don’t know if that’s a safe choice…”

If she’s saying that, it must mean she’s bad at it! This will give you a sure advantage!

“Nope, that’s the one! You said I could pick, so I pick that one!” you declare.

“W-Well, I guess there’s no arguing it, then.”

You sit on the machine and find a digital panel in front of you. Charlotte instructs you to set it for 50 reps at light weight. Undoubtedly, she picked light weight because she’s not strong. On her signal, you hit the Start button and let the competition begin!

You’re shocked speechless when a steel brace pops out, wrapping around your midriff to trap you in the chair. But that’s nothing compared to the moment when two nubbed dildos emerge from the seat, pushing your shorts aside and sliding cleanly into your ass and pussy. You sing a girly note of distress, which you expect to get more of a response from Charlotte. But you turn your head and see her similarly stuck in her chair, completely unfazed.

“Charlotte! What’s- *ahn!*”

You can’t even get a question out of your mouth before the dildos burst to life, vibrating with enough **** to make you clench down in surprise. Of course, this just intensifies the vibrations, so you relax as best you can, which isn’t very well.

“Master Kim says this type of exercise *hnn* will make us more resistant to *hahh* sexual harassment. Pull the *hngh* weights to get the things out.”

You immediately pull the bar, evacuating the dildos from your poor, unprepared holes. Phew. Now you can get your bearings. Wait, isn’t this thing pretty heavy? You set it to light weight, but you’re struggling to keep it held down…!

Your hands slip, allowing the bar to slam upwards with the same **** that the dildos slam back into your nethers. The note you made earlier is nothing compared to the shrill sound that makes its way out of your mouth. Sweat starts to form in your more sensitive areas, and the vibrations quickly take a toll on your concentration. Without expecting this sort of situation, you have almost no mental fortitude to call on, and considering how good this feels, you might just let this machine do whatever it wants…

“Bar gets heavier… hold it. You have… pulling it down repeatedly, or else…”

R-Right! You’re competing with Charlotte! You can’t just give up and show her such a pitiful sight after saying you’d beat her easily. You could never live down the shame!

Sweat pools between your ass and the seat as you pull on the bar again. It’s a struggle, but you manage a few reps, each one giving you a small reprieve before your holes get stretched and vibed again. It feels like you get a decent pace at the start, but your spindly arms are already getting sore. Not to mention, feeling those bumps slide back and forth against your inner walls is just too distracting. Pushed beyond your means, you let your arms fall to your sides

“*huff* *ah-AH-AHH-ah…*” The vibrators never let up, turning your attempt to catch your breath into a series of pathetic whimpers. You glance at Charlotte, and are shocked to see her pulling the bar back and forth, over and over as if nothing is wrong. Her string bean arms are having no trouble at all! This isn’t fair!

Inspired by your opponent’s progress, you resume your own workout. If she can do this, then so can you! Your enthusiasm carries you through the first few reps, and it really starts to feel like you’re getting the hang of this. Moisture drips from your armpits down your sides, leaving behind a pleasant, strangely ticklish sensation. Once you notice it, you realize just how much you’re sweating. Your back, your thighs, even your boobs are damp with perspiration. Ugh, you’re so messy. Not classy at all… You keep up the routine, but your thoughts drift to another source of mess that you’re making.

Feeling those shafts drive into you, over and over, is way more enjoyable than it should be. The one in your ass is brushing up against a really good spot, like an itch finally getting scratched after being ignored for a week. And your pussy throbs eagerly every time it gets stuffed, distracting you to no end. Soon, you feel your arms trembling just as much as your determination. Okay, time for a break. Your arms slump at your sides again, leaving the toys plugged into your holes. W-Wow, are they vibrating even more intensely than before? It feels so hot in here all of a sudden… Your eyelids are fluttering again, and moans are starting to slip out between your labored breaths. D-Despite your earlier confidence, this machine is really working you over. Your pussy is leaking all over the seat, and your backdoor feels like it’s twitching around in a game of keepaway to keep the most sensitive spots away from the vibrator. Except every square millimeter inside your ass feels hot and sensitive, so it’s failing miserably. You’re almost at your limit. You make another attempt at pulling the bar, but your twigs can’t even lift enough to reach it. You’re spent. It’s over.

Your inevitable climax rips through you, burdening your self-confidence with a weight heavier than any machine could offer. Your frustrated screams blare through the dojo as you lose all control over your lower half, and squirt like a helpless captive, too weak to free herself. Your arms feel like limp noodles, totally useless for helping you escape this unbearable pleasure. You push your legs into the ground, trying to scramble away from the machine violating you, but it’s beyond impossible to overcome the metal brace around your torso. Once you regain your strength, you’ll just have to do some more reps. You still don’t see how you can finish after Charlotte at this rate.

The digital display reads, ‘ORGASM DETECTED. TWENTY REPS ADDED. Reps Remaining: 55’

You’re even further from when you started! Fortunately, Charlotte seems to predict your question that you can’t currently ask because you’re moaning uncontrollably.

“You get *AHHH* punished for orgasming. If you’re not *AH* careful, you’ll be stuck until *O-OH* someone lets you out.”

Wait. That’s bad!

You summon a surge of adrenaline and lifts your arms again, your orgasm still ongoing. With everything you’re worth, you pull down on that damned bar. You manage a couple of reps, and your heart rises, not even concerning yourself with how unrealistic it is for you to keep this up for over five more minutes. Your flimsy biceps burn and sweat drips down your arms as you push yourself to your limit. Soon, the bar starts moving slower and slower, a result of your waning strength. The exhaustion in your arms is no different than the exhaustion in your nethers, each of your tunnels growing tired from quaking around the intrusive dildos. Yet, the machine isn’t tired at all. The whirring continues, stirring up your sensitive pussy and tight asshole, every nodule pressing delightfully against your weak and pulsating walls. Knowing what happens if you cum again, you can’t take a break no matter what. But the bar is barely moving at all, and your hips are shaking at the precipice of orgasm again.

“*HRRRRNGH!*”

It’s no good. Your arms are too weak to keep exercising, and your tunnels are too weak to endure these dildos stretching you out and vibing you beyond the limits of your stamina! You, your workout clothes, the seat, and even the floor beneath you, are all soaked with your sweat and pussy juices. Stewing in such a mess really makes you question where all your bluster came from. You’re not strong. This machine is making a weak, puny bitch out of you and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Eventually the weights overcome you, and your arms are pulled straight upright. You can’t even pull it anymore, but you grip the bar in ecstasy while a climax rips through you.

“*AHHH-*” Your voice gets caught in your throat as you shudder and squirt, making more of a mess on top of all the fluids you’ve dripped onto the floor already. You can’t do anything about it. Even the muscles in your crotch are worthless, leaving you unable to clench down on the dildos as you get the full **** of their vibrations thrumming through your hypersensitive holes.

The display reads, ‘ORGASM DETECTED. TWENTY REPS ADDED. Reps Remaining: 69’

“*HUUUUFF* *WHEEEEZE* CHARLOTTE HELP *FUUUUUUUUCK!!!*”

“Um, o-okaAAAYY. I have to *AHHHHN~* finish my routine, though. Just *HNNGH* a little longer *KYA!*”

The bar snaps out of Charlotte’s grip, and she starts spasming wildly. Her nipples are so hard they’re stretching out her sports bra, and you can see her toes clenching hard.

“I-It’ll take another minute or so,” she sighs regretfully.

Several minutes have passed. You look up at Charlotte vacantly. Her white sports bra is completely soaked and see-through. You can see her lofty boobs and cute, bubble-gum-colored nipples as though she’s not wearing anything at all. You follow her gaze down to your chest, to see your own sports bra revealing just as much. Not to mention, there are drops of sweat dripping down your cleavage like pouring rain on a window. You’re such a lewd girl right now, and even Charlotte knows it…

“Um, Emilia? I forget how to turn this machine off. This is why I said the lat pulldown wasn’t safe…”

“Heeeelp meeee” you whine, rolling your eyes back as the pleasure begins to bloom yet again. If she doesn’t get you out of here soon, your body will never go back to normal…

“U-Umm, okay.”

Nothing could have prepared you for Charlotte’s help. She mounts you, sitting on your lap nonchalantly and pressing her boobs into your face. Her ass, laid bare by her skimpy bottoms, rests on your upper thighs. Men would probably kill to have her sitting on their lap, and with your lust so stirred up, you can’t say you feel any differently… Her sweat-slicked cheeks slip around atop your own smoldering thighs. It’s like you’ve become a pillow for her plush, smackable ass. Since you’re so pathetically weak that you need her to do your workout for you, maybe that’s fitting.

“You’re a mess, Emilia. But it’s very cute. Now, I just have to reach, up, there…”

Charlotte reaches for the bar, mashing her hot, steamy tits directly into your overheated face.

‘ORGASM DETECTED. TWENTY REPS ADDED. Reps Remaining: 125’

“Emilia, I’m trying to help you. Please stop having orgasms.”

You’ve never felt more guilty for cumming in your life, but this cute, pure, innocent, and sexy girl is literally climbing all over you! It’s impossible!

You mumble a response into her cleavage, but it’s not an intelligible response anyway. Aside from that, all you can do is cum helplessly, and hope she saves you before she makes you cum again.

“Okay, here we go,” Charlotte declares in a rather carefree tone.

That’s your last conscious memory before passing out beneath Charlotte.