"You see, my dear," Tara said, smiling broadly, her teeth glinting brightly, "We have to make sure you get your exercise. If you sit at that desk all day without at least stretching your muscles, your pretty little tits will start to sag and that nice ass of yours will begin to spread like a bad case of the plague."
Sharon bit on the tip of her tongue to keep from reminding the large, red-haired witch that she hadn't been wasting time all day. She had been locked helpless to a padded platform on top of a conference table, being fucked in almost every possible way. And, as fares her muscles were concerned, every one of them felt as though it had been beaten and stretched all out of shape.
When they had taken Sharon off the table that afternoon, she had been led to a long room at the back of the mansion, which looked, for all intents and purposes, like a military barracks. Twenty small metal beds lined the side walls of the room. Each was padded by a thin mattress and covered by blankets and sheets.
Sharon hadn't been given any clothing, but at least they had allowed her to rest, and the exhausted secretary had collapsed and slept away the rest of the day. When she had awakened, the rest of the naked secretaries were milling around in the room. One of them told her that they had already eaten.
Then the door at the opposite end to the hall opened, and Tara and a thin brown-haired assistant stepped inside. They had come for Sharon, and they locked a metal collar around her neck, then used a leak to lead her outside.
"Can I get something to eat?" Sharon asked, following along behind the sadistic pair. Each of the lusty women was dressed in black leather, with holes cut out for their tits and cunts.
"Later," Tara said.
"Then can I go to the bathroom?" the young secretary asked. "I really need to pee!"
"You just pissed this afternoon!" Tara hissed.
"Yeah," the other woman said. "She looked just like a silly bitch! I can still hear that golden piss beating into that wastebasket like a drum!"
Sharon groaned in embarrassment. She hadn't needed to be reminded of that. She still shuddered each time she thought about hunkering down, her naked ass and cunt over the trash basket, her piss hissing into it for everyone in the office could see and hear.
"You'll just have to hold it," Tara said as she stopped in front of a heavy, locked door. "There's a device you can piss into inside this room after you're through with your exercises!"
The room into which they stepped was brightly lit, and around it were, scattered a number of devices. Many of the contraptions looked like familiar exercise equipment, but each of them seemed somehow strangely different. The high bar had straps and clamps that could be used to lock legs into place, and the pommel horse had along, thick dildo jutting up in the middle of the saddle.
Chains from the ceiling ended in exercise rings, but there were handcuffs attached to both. There were other devices Sharon didn't get much of a chance to study, but she figured she already knew far more than she wanted to. All of the exercise equipment had been turned into taunting instruments of torture, with bondage devices built onto them so that a terrified victim could be ravaged and fucked.
Tara tugged on the chain attached to the collar and pulled Sharon across the room. The device the captive secretary was being moved toward appeared to be an exercise bicycle that had been altered. Instead of metal feet, it was mounted atop a square steel box, and the seat was bulky and heavy and had a tall upright back built on. The pedals and handlebars were about the only things that seemed normal to the frightened young woman.
"This is your exercise equipment for the day," Tara said wickedly, and pushed Sharon onto the large platform for the device. Sharon groaned when she stepped up, the tension in her abdomen torturing her intensely stretched bladder. She was forced to sit on the seat, which was unnaturally wide and bowed out her legs. With her feet on the pedals, her legs were spread apart to open her cunt and asscrack, and the mouths of her fuckholes nuzzled down tightly onto the surface of the seat.
"Please let me go to the bathroom!" Sharon gasped, but Tara just snarled and slapped viciously at the secretary's naked tits. Her tits bounced painfully all over Sharon's chest, and the left one showed a palm print in scarlet. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out as straps were buckled across her legs, abdomen, and chest.
Then her feet were clamped onto the pedals and her hands locked onto the handlebars, finishing the job of binding the naked sex slave firmly into place. She was perched there, trembling, sure that something terrible was about to take place.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, feeling, terribly vulnerable and alone. Once again, she was completely bound and totally at the mercy of others, and her fear was growing by leaps and bounds.
"Because you're going to exercise whether you want to or not," Tara said. "There's a gauge down there in front and, in spite of how much you whine and moan like a bitch dog, you're going to ride this thing the equivalent of five miles!"
When Tara moved back, Sharon glanced down. Sure enough, there was a gauge down beyond her knees. She had ridden exercise bicycles before and she knew that, if they didn't have the resistance set too tight, she could make the five miles with ease.
Tentatively Sharon pushed at the pedals. The tension was set way down, so Sharon knew there would be no problem pedaling five miles. She resolved herself to getting it over with as soon as she could, so she pushed down again with her left foot.
"Oh!" she squeaked when something jamed hard into her pussyslit. It felt like the head of a horribly thick cock. Her feet immediately stopped on the pedals, and she sat there trembling with confusion.
"Get to pedaling, bitch!" Tara hissed up at the frightened secretary.
The other young woman, her bald pussy showing through the open crotch of her leather garment, crossed her arms across her naked tits and smiled a wicked smile.
"But something punched me in my pussy!" Sharon exclaimed. "I don't know what would do that to me!"
"Did we forget to tell you about that?" Tara asked, an evil smile on her face; "Every bit of you needs to be exercised so the bicycle has a built-in dildo to ream out your cunt! We want that little pussy of yours to be real strong so it can squeeze down on a prick or tongue!"
"Oh, no!" Sharon moaned, squeezing her eyes shut. Her cunthole was already bruised and tender, and it didn't need any more beating from a phony cock, she knew that the claim about exercising it was just a way to taunt her.
"Stop being such a frightened little bitch!" Tara snarled at Sharon. "The fucking thing is greased! The bicycle keeps it oiled up as long as you pedal, so it won't tear your pretty little pussy!"
"Yeah," the assistant said. "The dildo for your pussy is just as slippery as the other one that's going to fuck your ass!"
Sharon's eyes popped open in surprise. She stared at the other young woman. But, before there was a chance to sort out the words, Tara grabbed one of Sharon's nipples in each of her hands. Her fingers bit severely into both of the tit-mounds, then her wrists turned to twist savagely on the tits.
"Aaargh!" Sharon cried.
Her tits felt as if they were being ripped from her chest. The pain was so intense that it sent the gripping agony clear up through her shoulders, neck and jaws.
"Pedal, bitch!" Tara hissed. "If you don't, I'm going to tear these naked tits off and stuff them in your mouth, then make you eat them raw!"
It was a choice of terrible pains, but at least Sharon's cunt and asshole wets built for penetration. There was absolutely nothing to relieve the horrible agony now ravaging her tits so reluctantly; her feet began to slowly move.
The aid of the dildo returned from the scat and brutally pushed into her cunt. The cockhead was centered on her tiny cunthole, and the thick prick shoved its way inside. Thankfully, Tara had been telling the truth when she said it was heavily greased. The grease paved the way into her pussy, and it kept the thick shaft from hurting her aching pussy.
After reaching clear to the deep end, the phony prick began sliding out of Sharon's cunthole. When the swollen cockhead dropped back into the seat, turning her pussylips free, a terrible new pressure began centering on her tiny closed asshole.
Sharon could feel the point of the phony cockhead about to rape up her shiner, but there remained the horrible torture of Tara's hands ripping at her tits. Her asshole was no longer virgin, and Sharon knew that it could stretch open for a prick, so, groaning deeply, she continued to turn the pedals while the thick dildo fucked painfully up her ass.
The dildo was long, reaching clear up so her guts before it began to descend, and Sharon gritted her teeth from the sensation of her shithole. Finally, the lewd, cornholing dildo moved out of her guts and back down into the seat, only to be replaced instantly by its cunt-spearing rubber companion.
Sharon's feet moved at an agonizingly slow pace. It would take a long time to ride five miles, but at least it made the cunt-fucking and assrape as gentle as it could be. When Sharon was well into a slow rhythm, Tara released her tortured tits and backed away to stand in front of the exercise bicycle.
"Umph! Umph! Umph!" Sharon grunted as her cunt and asshole were fucked.
"You're going to have to ride faster than that, bitch!" Tara snarled. "We're not going to stand down here all night while you ride a slow five miles."
Sharon tried to make her legs move faster, but each time she did, the fake cocks painfully hammered into her asshole and pussy. The torture was more than she could stand, so she immediately slowed down to a pace less painful, and continued to slowly pedal phony cocks up her cunthole and shitter.
"I guess we're going to have to give her some incentive," Tara said as she watched the tortured young woman. "We can't have a lazy bitch like this ruining our secretarial staff!"
"Can I do it?" the brown-haired, lusty young assistant asked.
She appeared to be so excited that she almost pissed down the insides of her legs.
"Be my guest!" The older woman laughed at her assistant's excitement and moved out of the way.
The younger woman scurried over and stood in front of the bicycle as Sharon continued to slowly pedal. The assistant reached down into a cabinet built in the front of the bicycle's base and extracted two long wires tipped by alligator clips. She held them up toward Sharon's naked tits, opening the sharp metal teeth.
"Noooo," the bound, naked secretary said when she opened her eyes.
Horrified, she watched the clips being snapped onto her nipples, then the biting pain caused her to scream is it felt like the tips of her tits were being eaten. Her feet jerked to a halt on the pedals, leaving one long dildo crammed tightly up her distended whole as she trembling agony until her tits started to go numb. "You know what's coining next don't you, you sweet little sex slut?" Tara asked as she pushed the assistant out of the way and moved back in front of Sharon. "I'm going to count to three, then I'm going to turn the current on full blast and leave it that way until you've pedaled five miles! If you don't want to fry your tits right there on your chest, you better get to moving those Goddamn feet!"
Tara stepped back.
"One!" she shouted.
Sharon's feet began to push. The muscles of her legs tensed as they bore down on the pedals.
"Two!"
The tortured secretary grunted and pushed harder. The bicycle was picking up speed. The dildos ticked into her cunthole and ass about as fast as a man usually pumps his prick.
"Three!" Tara shouted triumphantly, and leaned down to the cabinet and threw the switch. Immediately, electricity seared into Sharon's tits, burning through her nipples.
"Aaaargh!" the naked secretary screamed through the pain. The current ripped through her flesh and into her chest, where it choked off her air.
Furiously, she drove harder with her feet. She knew it was her only hope to stay alive. The pedals spun, beginning to pickup speed. The current died down at least enough for her to take in a ragged breath. But the pain in her chest was still bad, so she forced her feet to move even faster.
Hard, phony cock hammered violently into her cunthole, slamming against the end of the fuck channel to batter at her already-bruised flesh. Quickly, the thick dildo ripped out of her pussy as the second dildo rammed up her ass. It shocked her guts with its brutal blow, then began to rapidly retreat.
And still the current burned. Almost demented, Sharon pistoned her feet even harder. The electricity slowly died away in her tits but, in her savaged cunt and asshole, the dildos were doing terrible violence.
"Nooo!" Sharon cried, the sound halfway between a growl and a scream. She couldn't stand the awful beating inside her shiner and pussy, so her feet slowed. Like a lightning bolt, her tita and chest were hammered by the renewed current, freezing her lungs and making her body jerk in the grip of the tight straps.
No matter which way she pedaled, furiously or slowly, she was tortured by terrible pain. Her cunthole and shitter were able to go numb, but her tits could never adjust to the searing electrical power. Even when her legs began to viciously cramp, she drove her feet frantically on the pedals to escape the hell of the current.
Screaming at the torture she knew would burn into her suffering tits, Sharon felt her leg muscles go out of control and totally quit in exhaustion. Slumping her head and shoulder forward, she waited in agony for her punishment. Her scattered thoughts through the agony and haze in her mind to realize that the two sadistic women in front of the torture device were laughing in hysterical amusement.
"The stupid cunthole didn't know when to quit!" The auburn-haired beauty giggled so hard she almost choked. "The current cut off when she reached five miles, and the silly slut went ahead and pedaled three more!"
Sharon's jaw sagged in weariness and the muscles of her legs and arms were just beginning to unwind from their cramps. Her full bladder felt like a punching bag, and it caused a horrible pain and pressure.
Her whole lower body ached from the brutal fucking and from the intense gripping of her bladder. Her head nodded down toward her chest and she looked painfully at the odometer which, indeed, showed that she had pedaled eight miles.
"Ohhh!" Sharon groaned as the women unstrapped her.
She fell sideways from the seat into their arms.
"Pleasee!" she moaned as they propped her onto her feet. "Gotta pee!"
"You piss on my floor and I'll cut that pussymeat out with a knife!" Tara hissed as each of the women grabbed and arm and began pulling Sharon to the rear of the room.
Sharon was so used up that she couldn't even turn to follow, and she fell backwards until they caught her and pulled her along, her heels dragging.
"Please let me pee!" Sharon gasped. "I can't hold it anymore!"
"Here's the saddle with the pus drain," Tara said firmly. "Let us get you up there and strapped in, then you can piss all your little pussy desires."
Sharon was pushed up onto a device much like the first. But this one had a scat like a western saddle. As her back and legs were strapped into the contraption, and her wrists locked to the handlebars, she wearily glanced down and could see a shallow metal trough built into the seat. It tilted and drained to the rear, beneath her naked ass.
"Can I pee now?" Sharon asked, but she knew it didn't matter what they said. She was past holding it in, and her piss was going to flood from her pussy with permission or without.
"Be my guest," Tara said sadistically. "But I'd advise you to let a little squirt go first."
Sharon shrieked in agony before the first few drops flowed. But then the first squirt came, prying open her pinhole, and the golden liquid hissed down into the metal drain.
"Aaeeiii!" the tormented secretary screamed as her whole body went rigid. The electricity from a wire in the trough had walked up her piss stream and into her pussy. It felt like she was sitting in a executioner's chair as her whole body violently shook. The current slammed her pisshole shut and cut off the golden stream. Quickly, the searing current died and left the sex slave's body as limp as a rag.
"It's killing me!" she screamed. "I can't! I can't!"
"You're going to stay there until you do!" Tara shouted, then both of the evil women broke into sadistic laughter.
Sharon added screams to the noisy confusion as piss hissed down the tube from her bladder and burst from her pussy. The liquid blast splashed into the trough, making a wet connection with the live electrical wire.
Shocking current walked up the golden piss stream and seared its way into her tortured pussy. Once again, Sharon's whole body went rigid and began to violently shake in the straps, but this time the piss had broken completely free of its restraints and it continued to pour, rushing from her pussy even faster.
Sharon felt like her whole body was on fire. It felt like her soul and her life was streaming out of the pinhole of her cunt. Her mind became full of the terrible shocking pain as she was caught in the grip of the current. She was beyond fright and agony and, as she finally passed out, she was certain that she was going to die.