Quiescence of the empty gym hall with all other members resting and enjoying the well earned break that comes with such holidays. I arrived fashionably late, my tight olive leggings attempting to provide some persuasion to the Coaches in one last desperate attempt to delay the inevitable. Smiling and holding a tray of coffees i was harshly brought back down to reality as the couple's stern look turned to my already squirming body.
“You’re late rabbit” Sir seemed less than pleased despite my best efforts to hand out sweet drinks. Utterly distracted by Miss’s overly tight top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination my quivering fingers slipped and dropped Her coffee spilling the brown liquid all over the cold gym floor. Without missing a beat, Sir grabbed my ear and twisted it like a school child being brought to the Principal's office, threw me onto the floor and forced my face into the hot liquid.
“Lick it up rabbit, don’t think you’re leaving a mess in our gym for us to clean”. Miss’s voice was articulated in its callous intent. This morning was clearly going to be far more intense than i could have anticipated. Whimpering at the embarrassment of licking the coffee infused with sweat from the sodden mats, I felt his large hands run down my spine until he had my new leggings firmly in grasp. The stitching falling apart at His touch as though they were designed to fall off at a moment's notice. My bare bottom exposed to the gorgeous couple. Vulnerable and blushing, i found myself looking up to their humoured expressions and agreement that it was time to start working out… once I had removed the remnants of my clothes of course.
Rendered speechless Miss dragged me into the main gym area where weights and mats were primed for my impending purgatory. The squats were easy albeit 150 felt a little excessive, Miss revelling in adding a new weight after each set of 30 whilst Sir strapped what i could only assume to be an electric collar tightly around my throat and fiddling with some cold metal that clinked at the back. Relentlessly correcting my position with sharp talons Miss was in full Coach mode and not willing to accept anything but my A game. Weights down i was immediately brought to my knees without either unassailable muscle assassin needing to lay a single finger on my weakened body. The electric attacked my throat with such vigour i found myself stretched flat on the inhospitable floor with no escape from this new torment.
As though i was not already in utter despair, Miss April kindly reminded me i owed 720 push-ups from my torpid attempts at the December challenge. Embarrassed by how they had noted my laziness, i crawled to the mat and bravely began the perpetual string of push-ups with almost no complaint despite it being a challenge on par with uncovering the lost city of gold. The threat of Sir playing with the electric remote was enough to persuade my eyes to focus forward on the exquisite view tormenting me.
Calves like suede coated steel, glutes so perky they could wake the dead, abs that could have been mistaken as marble sculpted by the gods. Coach April stood resolute and commanding obedience as any queen would. Her golden hair tightly held back in a ponytail revealing Her delicate yet playfully smirking face staring down at me with utter despair:
“You’ve done this to yourself rabbit, if only you stuck to the plan like a good girl we wouldn’t be here would we now?”
My muscles were vitiated, ripped to shreds with the unrelenting torment of reps and pushes and pulls, shivering as the adrenaline dissipated into nothingness along with my ability to continue to endure. I shook with each feeble attempt to lift my body off the ground, barely at the 120 point and still an endless amount left. The wetness between my thighs grew as though my body was enjoying being forced to self-destruct, just as a daydream slowed my state i was stunned into a flat mess as Sir teased the button, clearly noticing my attentions had briefly left the sultry legs of his wife. Taking full advantage of my resting body Her trainer pushed my right side into the mat, forcing a whimper of nervous excitement and terrorised anticipation to release from my trembling lips. Miss’ other trainer landed firmly on my back presenting me with Her full body weight as i lie still and immobilised. Sir’s large fingers once more found their way to my dripping mess that had amount between my exhausted thighs.
“I think the little slut is enjoying this far too much don’t you babe” his strong twang met with stronger hands forcing my legs apart until i lie entirely vulnerable and at their mercy. My ponytail was yanked into the air causing my back to arch in near impossible angles as Miss stared deep into my eyes, Her soft hazel one’s teasing me, taunting me until the sharp sensation of Her palm kissed onto my face with such force i was thrown onto my side. Like all well paired couples Sir finished the job connecting his Nikeys with my abdomen forcing me onto my sore back. Lying flat on the sweat rubber matting i personified the antithesis of strength. A collapsed little bunny, not quite broken but not fully of her usual rigger and cheeky insolence. The tag team continuing to thrive in my debaucherous anguish as Miss entrapped my neck between Her steel thighs removing the oxygen from my lung one squeeze at a time whilst Sir continued to toy with His remote like a boy in a sweet shop. Convulsing and climbing with the little strength that remained They enjoyed watching as with each squeeze and press i fought less against the muscle trauma and settled into my fate as their slutty toy to do with as they pleased.
“Please, please i can’t” my whimpers were met with Miss April's laughter, begging for my surrender, to be allowed my surrender. i pleaded with them, i would do anything for a release. To be allowed one last moment of unrestrained breath before my body truly collapsed. Facetious remarks bounced off the wall and into my whimpering mind. Sir wasn’t playing, this wasn’t a relaxed workout, it was a test of resilience and resolution to challenge my mind as much as He decided to push my flesh. “I’ll be good” i petitioned, eager to not let Them down again i promised to never procrastinate through a challenge and perhaps in the echoes of my sheer despair i was forgiven as the hold loosened and Her forceful PT tone had softened to a more sultry tease like how the moonlight dances on a calm river. Allowed to remove Her well worn trainers i found my tongue and lips tracing every muscle from Her feet upwards as Sir instructed me to ensure She was pleasured in every capacity of the word. Intoxicated with Her scent as She held me with desire and desperation. Desperation to give Her every inch of pleasure be-fit of such a Queen. Pearly white teeth glimmered in the callous strobe lighting as though i stared at a Lioness preparing to devour Her prey. Her soft moaning permeated off the walls like the sweetest chorus known to man. So focused on Her and doing as instructed, my face held firmly in place as She convulsed onto me, Sir gently kissing and caressing Her breasts, grinding into the floor i craved Her release more than mine and yet it was i that wet the floor with my sheer excitement.
Once satiated with my tongue, Miss threw me onto my back and used my desperate mouth once more to tease her perfect bottom as Sir forced me to squirt again and again and again until all that remained was painful convulsions and squeals of torment through tight glutes. I wanted to feel him inside me, to be full and moaning but no such pleasure was i deserving off. I felt as He pulled her down my flesh, using me as a mere bed to ensure His Goddess didn’t dampen Herself with my mess and fucked Her like a carnal beast on heat. My hands gently glided across Her, Her soft lips merely an inch away from mine and yet unattainable in the moment, tortured in so many way i lie patiently and frustratingly awaiting their climaxes. Miss flipped onto Her front, Her skin softening into mine as she allowed me a taste of Her desire. Hands running through my dishevelled hair i pushed my lips into Hers, lost in the euphoria of hormones and pure lust. Her Carolina accent whispering into my ear to clean his juices up, lick every salty drop from Her like a good little whore. I am nothing if not eager. Despite despising the taste i savoured every droplet of Sir, hopelessly yearning to be a good girl for Them.
Almost feeling as though i was allowed to relax, i didn’t even realise until it was too late that i had been tricked into admitting i was thirsty, Sir held my mouth open. One firm hand around my throat holding me still and on edge as Miss gently released Her champagne onto me. Filling my mouth. Dripping down my chest. Passing my exhausted girl parts. I in equal parts squirmed for the torment and the desire to taste any part of Her that i may be permitted. Gulping the liquid i could still taste Sir in there, i wanted to take every drop for Them, to be a compliant toy to be used as They please.
The mayhem dissipated and my throbbing muscles failing to even support me on my knees leaving me in a chaotic crumble as Sir removed His support. Naked and violated i was left on the floor, unable to leave and with no clothes to walk out in. i barely caught a glimpse of Sir getting dressed and leaving, Miss April stroking my messy hair one last time before joining him:
“Good girl Rabbit, now clean your mess off every inch of the gym and I’ll consider bringing you some clothes and a treat later”.
Featuring the wonderful Coach April and Coach Scott from Naughty Gym