Author's Notes: Thanks to Bethany (Handcuffgirl) for her edits and suggestions.


Chapter 1

Jenny looked phenomenal in her high-cut leotard and milky-white tights. This outfit, and the many she had just like it, emphasized her excellent physical condition. Long toned legs, firm butt, flat stomach – no curve was hidden beneath the skin-tight outfit. That was the idea. Jenny was a personal trainer, and she knew that showing off her own body was a big motivator to her clients. Jenny also knew that the stretched fabric across her ample boobs was a motivator as, at least to her male clients. She knew they checked her out, but they paid her extremely well for her services, so she didn't complain.

James Stonewall was probably the worst offender when it came to ogling Jenny's fit body. But he was also her richest client and there was no way she was willing to lose him over a couple wandering eyeballs. He paid her very well to make personal visits to his mansion three times every week. That work alone was enough that she almost dropped the rest of her clients, but she didn't want to end up completely reliant on just one person. So she kept wearing her sexy outfits and dealt with the untoward looks from the man who was at least twice her age.

Jenny had been visiting James for a number of months when he made his first really strange request. To be clear, he had certainly asked somewhat inappropriate things before – like holding a rather obscene groin stretch so he could snap a picture, or letting him feel her abs as she demonstrated a new sit-up machine. He always had a rationale, though it was perfectly clear that he really just wanted to look at and feel her body.

The latest request started off reasonable enough. He had read about new Reebok shoes that promised to tone your butt just by walking around in them, and he wanted her to test them to see if they would really work. Like most personal trainers, Jenny was sure the shoes were a total sham, but it was hard to turn down an extra $700 per week just to change footwear.

The thing was that James didn't just want to get her opinion of the shoes, he wanted to be scientific about it. After Jenny agreed to the deal, he led her over to a machine that would apparently measure the results. And he told her that her butt would have to be bare in order for the machine to work. At first she thought he wanted her to strip completely out of her leotard and stand there naked for him, and she was ready to call the whole thing off. Instead, he handed her one of those hospital gowns that opens in back and asked her to go change in the other room.

When James pulled open the back of her gown, she realized he was still going to get an unobstructed view of a good portion of her body, but she had already committed and changed, so she decided to just grin and bear it. He strapped a wide belt around her waist then two more belts around her upper thighs, holding her butt firmly in place. He then placed small pads on either side of her cheeks and let her know that they would stimulate her glutes to flex and relax so that the machine could take its measurements.

Jenny felt rather vulnerable with her open-back gown and her strapped-down butt. She was about to ask exactly what James meant by 'stimulate' when the machine fired on, surprising the words right off her lips. A strong electrical impulse surged through the pads, causing both butt cheeks to flex. As they did, she felt something thin and hard poke into the outer sides of each cheek. The impulse stopped and the pokers again poked the outsides of her now-relaxed cheeks.

Jenny was again about to speak, to suggest that she could flex and relax her ass without the electrical impulse when another one of the shocks hit her and took her breath away. The poking was repeated, this time an inch closer to the center on either side of her butt. She tried to get a sentence out between impulses, but all she managed was: "Couldn't we... Is this really... Wait, wait..."

James, watching from behind her, rested a hand on her shoulder and said, "You're doing great, dear, just hang in there."

The pokers had moved across the center of each cheek and were now getting dangerously close to the center. Jenny had no desire to get her rear hole violated by this machine and tried to squirm out of the way the next time the impulse hit. The straps held her tightly in place, and she screamed as the pokers moved in. They didn't actually poke into her hole, though they got dangerously close, and even closer on the following 'relaxed' poke.

"There there," James patted her on the head. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Now, we're almost done."

"What... what more is there..." Jenny started to ask when another impulse hit her ass. This time, two sets of metal fingers gripped either cheek and gave her a strong pinch. The pinch was repeated with her butt un-flexed, and then in two different locations. The pinching wasn't exactly painful, but like the impulses, it was extremely uncomfortable.

"Okay, last measurement; this one might hurt a little," James warned.

Jenny craned her head to try to see what was coming. Just as the impulse caused her involuntary flex, she saw a thin wooden paddle swing towards her unprotected ass.

"Hey—OW!" She said as the paddle connected with her cheeks, letting out a loud Slap! She knew there would be another spank coming to 'test' her un-flexed ass, and this time she really tried to escape. She started fiddling with the buckle to her waist belt, but it was behind her and seemed complicated, and she was certainly being distracted! "Stop! Let me.." she tried to say, but wasn't able to quickly put together a coherent request.

"Just two more," James told her. 'Two' of course meant two sets, a spank to the upper side of her cheeks while flexed and un-flexed, then another set to the lower side of her cheeks. Before she could unbuckle herself or really tell James that she wanted to stop, the whole thing was over.

As soon as James unbuckled her, Jenny scampered into the changing room, not trusting herself right then to speak. She wished she had something more concealing then her skin-tight leotard when she went back out to confront her rich client. She wasn't sure exactly what she was going to say, but it turned out that James cut her off before she said anything and simply told her to take the shoes and think the offer over. They would only have to use the butt testing machine to measure progress once per week.

That night, Jenny was sure that her answer would be no. But in the morning, seven hundred dollars for five minutes of embarrassment really just didn't seem that bad. Also, if she didn't go along, she was worried that she might lose her top-paying client. She found herself slipping on the shoes just in case, and the next day when she visited James she confirmed that she would do it.

Seven days after the initial butt test, Jenny wore shorts and a thong instead of her normal leotard, in hopes that she wouldn't have to strip down and wear the gown. James thanked her for trying to be accommodating, but told her that all variables would have to be exactly the same, and that he greatly preferred her in the leotards during their workout sessions.

So, Jenny found herself once again stepping up to the butt testing machine wearing nothing but an open-back hospital gown. She was got the jitters as her client strapped her waist and thighs down, but by then it was too late to change her mind. Before starting the pokers, James took a few minutes to give her butt a visual inspection, commenting as he went: "It's almost too bad that your ass started off in such fine shape. It's hard to imagine how those shoes could possibly get this thing looking any finer. But if they do have any effect, this machine will measure it even if I can't see it!"

He finished his impertinent little speech by patting her naked cheeks. She was about to tell him that that was inappropriate when she was cut off by the first impulse and the first pokes. The machine proceeded exactly as before, manipulating her muscles and poking its way from the outer sides to the inner sides of both round globes.

While she was getting pinched, she was able to ask James if the spanks were really necessary. He just chuckled and patted her on the head, saying: "Yes dear, they are."

When Jenny was released, she said, "James, I'd actually really like to know why those spanks are necessary. How can they possibly help measure my... the effects of the shoes?"

"I'm glad you're taking an interest in the science! The spanking test is actually the most instructive measure." James showed her a graph on a computer connected to the butt tester. It only had the first two data points filled in, with space for many more. "In addition to delivering the impulses, the pads that were on your butt measure vibrations. The difference in vibration after a spank between your flexed and un-flexed butt is one of the best measures of muscle firmness. Here, if the numbers aren't helping you see it, just watch the video."

Jenny had no idea that the testing had been recorded, but there she was, naked butt strapped firmly down, getting spanked by the wooden rod. She was impressed by how tightly the impulses forced her to flex. Her whole butt changed shape and jumped upwards, as if willingly going to meet the swinging rod. With her muscles flexed, the spank caused small fast ripples to shoot across her cheeks. Then, un-flexed, the rod sank a full inch into her flesh and created two full waves bouncing out from the rod and back. It was a rather erotic sight, and it was embarrassing to know that the older man had both a front row seat while it was happening, and a video recording that he could watch whenever he wanted. She was only glad that her face didn't appear on the video, though she noted that a good portion of her naked back and legs could be seen.

One month in to the testing, Jenny was starting to get more comfortable about the machine. She certainly still didn't like it, but she figured that since she had decided to stick with the program, she might as well relax about it. James did keep doing things that made this difficult. He started squeezing and patting her ass more with his own hands, adding some qualitative commentary to the quantitative measurements of the machine. When she asked if that was necessary, he said that it would add depth and interest to his report, and that he was always complimenting her fine ass so she shouldn't be concerned. She wished she hadn't asked.

On the sixth test, James' butler knocked on the fitness room door and announced that he had an important phone call. James said he would be right back, and left her there alone as the test continued. At first, she didn't mind getting the embarrassing pinches and spanks in private. The test finished and James still hadn't returned, so she reached back to try to release the belts that held her in place. She fumbled with the clasp to her waist belt and just couldn't figure out how to work it. The same was true for the belts around her thighs. Why were these so difficult? She couldn't see what she was doing, but surely she should still be able to figure them out...

After five minutes of fumbling she gave up, deciding there must just be some trick that she couldn't see. She called out for James, but there was no response. It looked like she'd be stuck until he returned to let her out. That wasn't too much of a problem, until she heard the machine spring to life again. As she was flexed and poked, she tried more urgently to release her belts, but they still wouldn't budge. As the machine proceeded with the pinching, she thought about trying to block the coming spanks with her hands, but worried that the rod might hurt her hands even more than her ass.

In the end, all she could do was stand there and take the second round of spanking. It hurt even more than usual, coming right on top of the spanks she'd just received, and it was frustrating knowing that it was completely unnecessary.

Jenny stood there rubbing her sore bum for another five minutes. She was still trapped in place and still waiting for her idiot client to return. Then she heard the machine fire up again. "Hey!" she started screaming. "Let me out of here!" But there was apparently no one within ear shot to hear her. She was stuck where she was as the machine continued through yet another cycle.

Jenny flailed around in her restraints, trying to dislodge something, anything, but the thing was incredibly sturdy. She tried to at least cover her ass with the fabric of the hospital gown, but the waist belt held it bunched tightly at her sides and she couldn't even slide it around. She was able to pull the pads off her ass, which prevented the machine from flexing her at will. But she found herself flexing anyway in anticipation every time the rod whooshed through the air towards her helpless behind.

This cycle continued for another half hour while she stood there feeling foolish and helpless. After every five minutes of impatient waiting, the machine would fire up and go to work on her ass. Had the old bastard completely forgotten her? Even the pokes and pinches were becoming painful, and she dreaded every round of spanks.

Finally, during one of the five-minute pauses, the door the gym opened. James chuckled when he saw her and asked "My dear, why are you still standing hooked to the machine after all this time?"

"Because you left me locked in, and this damn machine keeps spanking me! Let me out!" Jenny screamed at him.

"What? No, no, you're not locked in. See?" He did something that she couldn't see, and the straps popped off. "And there's no reason the machine would have started again after it finished the test. But I'm very sorry that you had an uncomfortable experience. Please accept my apologies."

Jenny was quite upset, and stomped off to the changing room. James apologized again when she came out. He really did sound sincere, but she was still too mad to discuss it and went home for the day. Later that night, a delivery man rang her doorbell with a massive arrangement of flowers. Jenny had already been thinking that the whole thing was just a mistake and that she had overreacted, and now she knew she would accept the apology. She would go back, but she would make sure he never left her alone on that machine!


Chapter 2

The Reebok butt-shoe experiment ended after another month of testing, with no conclusive results as far as Jenny could tell. But that wasn't an end to James' strange requests. Shortly after the butt experiment, James asked her to help test a stretching machine that a friend of his had designed. As his trainer, he wanted her to let him know if she thought it would be good for him or not. It seemed like an entirely reasonable request, so Jenny agreed.

She lay on her stomach on the padded section of the gym as James set up the stretching machine around her. One bar pressed down across the back of her legs and another bar pressed down across the top of her butt. James then asked her to reach backwards with both hands and grab two handles. When she did, she felt something close around her wrists. James explained that it was for her protection.

The machine began to slowly pull her arms backwards and up, lifting her upper body off the padded floor. The bars on her legs and butt kept her lower body down, forcing her to bend at her lower back. At first it felt like a nice back stretch, sort of a twist on the upward dog yoga position. But the machine kept pulling her arms further backwards. Jenny was quite flexible, but there were limits. As her upper body was slowly pulled passed a sixty-degree angle, the position started getting painful and she asked James to stop the machine.

"Oh," James replied, "the machine is actually set to pull with a certain amount of tension, so it will stop on its own once it gets to the proper position."

Jenny was not at all happy with this response as her arms were pulled further and further back. Her upper body reached a seventy-five degree angle and her lower back was really started to hurt. "No," she grunted, "as a trainer I'm telling you that this is as far enough. Please stop the machine now."

"Well, I really think you're just about there, and it would be a shame to invalidate the test just because we stopped a couple seconds early. Let's just hold on for another quick moment... and, there, see, now it's stopped."

Jenny's upper body was being held in a nearly vertical position, forming a sharp angle with her legs and butt, which were still held firmly against the pads. The pain in her lower back and her twisted shoulders had become quite intense, and the bent girl wanted out pronto. She fumbled with the straps around her wrists, but she couldn't see them and couldn't find the release. "James, let me out of this now. It's very painful and it's not a good stretch!"

James was walking around her body, running his hands over her taut arms and feeling the angle of her bent torso. He came back to her front and ran his eyes up and down her stomach and chest. "Well, my inventor friend told me that it would be painful at first and then give way to a beneficial stretching if you just stay in it for the pre-programmed amount of time. I'd really like you to stay in it for the full cycle so that you can tell me if it works or not."

With her arms pulled backwards behind her, Jenny realized that her boobs were thrust out against the stretched fabric of her top. James had certainly stared at her tits before, but she felt a lot more vulnerable now that she was trapped in this painful and lewd position. She kept trying to undo that straps around her wrists, but just couldn't get them open. "No," she told James, "You need to let me out right now."

James chuckled and put his hand on one of her tormented shoulders. "Oh come on, I'm sure it's just about done, let's just wait another couple moments. Tell me, is the pain as bad now as when you were first pulled into this position?"

Jenny had to crane her neck upwards to look up at him. "Yes, if anything it hurts more now. This is not beneficial. Please let me down now."

James stroked her cheek with his finger. "Really? My friend was quite insistent that the pain would reduce, not increase. Are you sure you're not just saying that it's getting worse because you want to end the test early? Please try to think about how it felt originally and how it feels now. Is it actually worse?"

Jenny was starting to get quite upset. "Yes, it's worse! If you don't believe me try it yourself! Now let me out!"

As she was making this last demand, the machine made a short series of beeps, then began lowering her. "There," James said, "all done. We'll just let the machine safely lower you down, then we'll have you right out of there. While we're waiting, tell me how you think the machine could be improved."

Jenny was frustrated by how slowly she was being let back down, but it did make sense that the machine couldn't just drop her. She had always told clients to slowly get in and out of stretches herself. She was still upset, but she went ahead and answered James' question anyway. "For starters, that tension level was set far too high. No one should ever bend their back as far as that. It could have caused serious damage. Also, don't you agree that it's a bit absurd to lock the stretcher in to the stretching machine? How would someone use it on their own?"

"I'll pass the tension feedback along," James replied, "but I think the reason for the wrist restraints is to prevent the stretcher from hurting themselves. My friend said it would be quite dangerous to move around or suddenly drop when you're in the extreme bent position. Wouldn't you agree?"

Jenny was almost all the way back down, but the machine sure was taking it's time to lower her arms the last couple inches. "Well, yes, that's certainly true. But then how would someone get them self out?"

"Oh, I think the machine is set to automatically release the wrist cuffs once the stretch is over. We should see for ourselves in just another second."

Sure enough, when the machine had lowered Jenny's arms the rest of the way down, it made a clicking sounds and her wrist cuffs opened. She was still a bit peeved at having been trapped and bent so painfully, but it really did seem as though James had just been trying to test out the new machine. He had her describe how her back felt following the stretch, and by the time they were done the whole thing just felt like a reasonable test run of a rather unreasonable machine.

A few weeks later, Jenny arrived in James' gym to find another new piece of equipment. Her rich client explained that it was a prototype from a start-up equipment designer, and that he was trying to decide whether to invest in it. They were calling it the "Like It Or Not Exerciser." The concept was that lots of people wanted to get in shape but couldn't muster the perseverance to sweat through the work it required. Now, they could hook themselves in to this machine, and it would make sure that they completed whatever program they started.

Jenny definitely didn't like the idea of being locked in to another piece of equipment, but James said that if she could help test it, then he would give her five percent of any profits he made on his investment. Jenny knew from her own clients that perseverance really was a problem, so maybe this thing would hit it big and five percent could turn in to a lot of money. And besides, it just looked like a rowing machine, and this time she knew what she was getting herself in to.

James told her all she would need to do was a thirty minute session, and after a couple of deep breaths she agreed and sat down on the rolling seat. James walked her through entering some stats about herself into the little screen in front of her then setting the length of the session. The workout would start as soon as she strapped herself in.

James directed her to strap her feet onto the board in front of her then tighten a harness around her waist. The harness connected to the seat beneath her via two straps, one in front between her legs and one behind. When tightened, the whole thing fit quite snugly and it held her firmly to the seat. The last step was to put her hands through a couple leather loops in front of her and grab the machine's pull bar, which would trigger the loops to tighten and the program to begin.

Jenny felt a wave of nervousness as her wrists were trapped, but it had felt better that she had done the strapping down herself, and she knew that she could handle thirty minutes on a rower without a problem.

The screen in front of her displayed two numbers: a target power and her actual power. She was pretty used to this type of goal setting, and also knew that she could meet the target without a problem. She pushed back with her legs and pulled with her arms. It felt a little strange to be wearing a harness and cuffs, but otherwise the machine felt like any other rowing machine. Her power number rose up, exceeding the target handily.

She continued pulling and releasing for another five minutes, easily staying above the target power. Then her screen flashed Warm up complete, Workout starting. The target rate started rising steadily, and Jenny had to pull harder and harder to keep up. She was competitive by nature, and also in great shape, but even so the target rate became difficult to meet.

On one pull, she failed to bring her power level up to the target. The screen flashed red and all of a sudden her seat and waist belt delivered a painful electric shock. "Hey!" Jenny screamed. "You didn't say anything about an electric shock!"

"Well," James replied, "the machine wouldn't be much good if it let you just sit there strapped in for thirty minutes. It needs a way to make sure you're actually working."

The machine had certainly done that. Jenny's very next pull easily brought her power level back above the target. "Yeah, but..." she mumbled. She didn't want to say that what really bothered her was the placement of the shock. It had been painful enough across her ass, but by far the worst part was from the strap that ran up between her legs and connected to her waist belt. That strap was pressed firmly against her crotch, and the intense shock it had delivered felt like it had zinged directly into her labia and clit.

"But what?" James asked. "Look, it worked! You're now well above your target."

That was true. On her very next pull, Jenny made good and sure to exceed the target. She definitely didn't want another shock! But as the target continued to increase, she worried about how long she'd be able to keep up. She'd only been going for a few minutes. A half hour suddenly felt very long.

The target power leveled off at a very high setting, but one that Jenny was able to maintain for a couple minutes. Then the screen flashed: One Minute Sprint. The target jumped 50% higher. Jenny couldn't believe that she was expected to pull that hard, but she had no choice except to try. She yanked with all her might and still fell short. The screen flashed red and another shock seared through her crotch and ass.

Jenny yelled something unintelligible, and with her next pull was somehow able to just barely hit the target. But the pull after that fell short and she was again hit with a shock. "James!" she shouted. "It's too fast! You need to – AARGH!"

James just spread his hands as he looked down at the hot trainer who was now sweating profusely. "You know the program can't be changed once it's started. That's the whole point! You'll just have to pull through it."

Jenny was pulling with pure adrenaline now, trying to meet the sprint pace and avoid the shocks. Still, only about half of her pulls were good enough, and she got hit with another handful of shocks before the minute was up.

Sprint Complete, the screen read, but the target power only dropped back to the same fairly high level it had been at before the sprint. Jenny was again able to pull without being shocked, but it required a serious effort from her now exhausted body.

Once she'd gotten her rhythm back under control, she said through panted breaths, "James, this is really set far too high. You need to reduce the level or let me out. I can't hold out much longer, and there's no way I can do another sprint."

James chuckled and patted her head, two things she seriously hated when she was in a predicament like this. Didn't she tell him that after the stretching machine incident? Shoot, maybe not. Right then, James' words were far more problematic. "Darling, the whole point of this machine is to push you beyond the limits you think you have, and get you passed the 'I can't' mentality. Maybe this little workout is actually making you work hard for the first time in a while!"

Jenny was in no mood to receive this little pep talk. Her ass and crotch still stung from the last shocks and she was quickly losing steam. She had to convince James that this really was too much. "No, you don't understand. I know how to push myself. But this is way too much, and the punishments are way too strong. I can't..."

"Ah ah ah," James cut her off. "There you are with the 'I can't' statements again! But look, you are doing it. I think this is going to be great for you."

Jenny was losing energy and losing patience. "Just let me out right now!!" she screamed.

"Look, as I said before, there is no way to change the program once it's started, and there is no way to unlock your cuffs until the program is complete. You should really save your breath and concentrate on pulling, you're getting dangerously close to the target."

Just as he said that, Jenny dipped below the target and got shocked. "See, I warned you!" James chided.

Jenny was fuming. She was able to get back above the target, but didn't think she could keep it there long. She tried desperately to pull her hands free of the wrist cuffs, rip her feet off the board, or shake her way out of the waist harness, but she knew her efforts were futile. She was strapped in tight and was at the mercy of this machine until it stopped or somebody helped her. It was becoming increasingly obvious that the only one in a position to help her was instead going to watch and do nothing.

90 Second Sprint, her screen announced. The target jumped back up to the ludicrous level. Oh shit was all Jenny could think before failing at her first attempt and getting shocked. Her second failed attempt got her another shock. The target was impossible, and in frustration she stopped pulling altogether. As soon as her rhythm was interrupted, she was hit with a shock that just kept coming as long as she stayed still. The pain was impossible to bear, and she finally burst backwards with a mighty pull that hit her target level. She was able to maintain the target for the next pull as well, but the pull after that fell short again.

The rest of the 90 seconds passed in the same way, with more pulls ending in shocks than not. It was impossible to meet the goal, but it was equally impossible not to try. By the time the sprint ended, Jenny was a total wreck, and it took her a number of pulls to get back to meeting the stringent non-sprint pace.

"James... you have to... cut the straps. I can't..."

"Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. I would have thought you had learned not to say that anymore. And no, I'm not cutting any straps. This machine is worth far too much and you're doing great. I'm going to go ahead and leave so you can concentrate on your workout and not on trying to change my mind."

"Wait... the shocks... I need you to... put something behind... my crotch strap... it's shocking my... my clit... please!"

"Yikes, that's graphic. You really shouldn't be talking to your client about your private parts. Now I know I should leave. Have fun with the rest of the workout!"

As the door to the gym closed behind James, Jenny knew she was in serious trouble. She was now at the complete mercy of this heartless machine and its impossible demands, with no hope of human intervention. Why on earth had she let herself get into this situation?

She flailed around again, hoping without hope that she might somehow get herself lose, but all she got herself was another shock. She kept thinking that her ass and crotch would go numb and that the shocks would stop hurting so much, but they never did. Her clit was the worst – it felt like it was on fire all the time, and each new shock somehow ignited it all over again.

The third sprint was two full minutes, and she spent most of those minutes getting shocked. By the time it was done, she was a total mess, but she started thinking that her time should be almost done. Unfortunately, there was no clock within view, so she had no way to actually know how much time had gone by. She also didn't know that the machine hadn't counted the warm up towards the thirty minute workout. The three sprints and the four-minute interludes between them had only added up to about half her time.

As the workout wore on, Jenny felt sure that it had been going on too long. She gave up a number of times, but was always forced by the shocks to start trying again. She did have to admit that the machine was an insanely good motivator.

Her screen finally announced that the workout was over. But instead of stopping, she was put on a ten minute cool-down. The much-reduced target should have been easy for her to meet, but after the insane workout, nothing was easy. She screamed for James to come get her, but got no response. The machine still shocked her just as harshly if she missed the cool-down target, which she thought was ridiculous, but of course she had no way to argue her point.

Finally the machine let her stop, but instead of releasing her, the screen said Stretching. Her pull bar locked in the forward position and her seat slid backwards. Jenny was left folded in half, with her hands and feet almost touching and her face pressed into her legs. It was a pretty good stretch, but at that point she didn't want the damn machine to be stretching her. She wanted out!

James walked in after the machine had held her in the bent position for a couple of minutes. "Ahh, I see you completed the workout. I knew you could do it!"

"James, just get me out of here!"

The older man sat down on the floor next to her and rested his hand on her hip. "I'll tell you again that I can't interrupt the program once it's started. It will release you when it's done. The manual said that stretching is just as important as working out, so it can't allow users to skip out on it. Besides, you should know the importance of stretching!"

Jenny grumbled, but had to admit that the logic was sound. A workout like that really did need to be followed by a thorough stretch.

When the handle bar came loose Jenny thought she would finally be free. Instead, she noticed that the cable connected to the bar was moving underneath her. In a second, the bar stared getting pulled up over her head and she ended up flat on her back getting stretched as if she was on a medieval rack. She had to admit that this also felt like a good stretch, but it also left her leotard-clad body on complete display beneath James.

"My, my, you are quite a sight," James said as he ran his hand along the length of her arm, along the side of her body, then down the length of her leg.

Jenny really didn't want to be touched just then, and started to say, "James..."

"No, no, you're right, I shouldn't be interrupting your stretch." But his eyes keep caressing her taut body and he kept smiling down at her with a satisfied look that she did not like one bit.

With her arms still stretched above her, Jenny felt the board that her feet were attached to split apart. Her legs were spread, wider and wider, until the flexible girl was held in a nearly 180-degree splits position.

James whistled and ran his hands along her inner thighs. "I knew you were flexible, but this is incredible. You'll have to show me your secret. Can you get all the way in to the full splits?"

Jenny was about to tell him to stop touching her, when the machine, as if in answer to James' question, started moving her feet even further apart. The older man kept his hands on either thigh as Jenny's legs were moved into the full splits, then continued slightly past 180-degrees. "Wow," James said as he squeezed down with his hands. "This is absolutely amazing. Thanks for letting me feel your legs as you do this. I can tell how tightly your muscles are being stretched – it's impressive that you can do this without ripping them.

Jenny wanted to tell him to let go, but she really wasn't in a position to argue. She was also worried that if she moved any muscles, even to talk, that the muscles or tendons in her groin really would rip. The machine had brought her well past where she would have stretched by herself.

Finally the machine brought her legs back together and released the straps holding her down. She wanted to jump up from the machine, but found that her exhausted legs wouldn't obey. James had to help her over to a bench. He asked her to describe the experience on the machine and whether she would recommend investing in it.

Jenny started by saying how horrendous the whole experience had been, but when James pressed her she had to admit that it had gotten her working harder than she thought was even possible, which he reminded her was the whole purpose. He also reminded her that she could end up with a healthy payment from the whole thing, and that he'd give her an initial payment of $1500 now that she could keep for her efforts even if he decided not to invest. That money went a long way towards making Jenny decide that the whole thing hadn't been as bad as she originally thought.


Chapter 3

Jenny really should have learned her lesson about trying out new machines in James gym. But the new exercise bikes that appeared a few weeks after the "Like It or Not" machine looked harmless enough. They were somewhat odd, with only one wheel and no handlebars. They were like exercise unicycles, and James said that it was a new concept that was supposed to work core muscles while peddling.

James got up on one of the stationary unicycles and told Jenny that he wanted the two of them to try out the new bikes together. Since James was already on one of the bikes, she didn't see any reason to be concerned, so she used a stool to step over the large banana seat and pushed her toes into the peddle clips.

No sooner had she started peddling than she felt the banana seat fold together, gripping her tightly by the crotch and ass. She looked down in time to see stiff bands fold out from either end of the seat, clip together around her waist, then tighten down firmly. She tried to get off the seat, but found that she couldn't even lift her feet off the peddles, as the clips had tightened down and were gripping her shoes.

"James, what the hell is going on here?"

Instead of giving an answer, James hopped off his own unicycle and walked behind her. Before she could stop him, he closed a tall posture collar around her neck then made some adjustment that pushed her neck upwards. She realized there must have been a bar connecting her seat to the collar, which James had adjusted to hold her rigidly erect.

She tried to swat at him behind her with one hand while her other hand pulled at her collar. Neither effort was fruitful. The collar was locked on tight, preventing her from even turning around to see what was going on behind her. James was able to grab her other hand and easily slip it into a cuff that was attached to the bar behind her. She tried to prevent him from grabbing her other arm, but at that point it was the only part of her body that wasn't locked down, and it was fairly simple for James to secure it to another cuff behind her. He then made another adjustment to the bar behind her, pulling the cuffs up until her wrists were secured most of the way up her back.

In a matter of seconds, James had completely immobilized Jenny. She could still spin the unicycle wheel, but she wasn't going anywhere. She was completely flabbergasted. She had been stuck in his machines before, but always by mistake or by consent. This had been a planned trap!

She started to shout "James!" but as soon as she opened her mouth he pushed a gag between her teeth and tightened it behind her head. There was a tube and ball attached to the gag, which James pumped, inflating the gag inside Jenny's mouth until it was completely full and she could barely make a sound.

The older man took a minute to check all of the bindings. Satisfied that his trapped trainer wasn't going anywhere, he stood in front of her, rested his hands on her hips, and looked into her glaring eyes. "Jenny dear, I am truly sorry that I tricked you into this. My friend Gord built this machine, and I just knew that you would be perfect in it. But I also knew that you weren't going to agree to try it. You can be such a spoil sport at times. Rest assured, though, that I'll compensate you well for this little demo."

Jenny was not assured at all. She had to wonder who the hell was this Gord fellow was who built crazy contraptions like this. James had locked her to the thing against her will. And he'd locked a gag in her mouth – the first time she had ever worn one. He'd crossed all sorts of lines. And considering the things that she had semi-willingly allowed him to do to her, she could only dread what was in store for her now. She tried to shake her head violently No, but her posture collar didn't allow her to move much, and James had walked behind her anyway.

She heard him wheeling something else into the room and fiddling with the bike beneath her, but she couldn't tell what was going on. She couldn't believe he had done this to her. Sure she had done rather ridiculous demonstrations for him before, but that didn't mean he could just lock her down and force her to demo this new thing. She was his trainer, not his toy!

When James was finished, he rolled over a large mirror to show off his handiwork to his captive audience member. The stand that had been holding the unicycle upright had been removed. It was now held up by a bar that connected it to a seat behind her. The seat was on a top of an axle that had two large wheels. With her unicycle wheel in front, the whole machine now resembled some kind of bizarre tricycle. She was clearly going to be the power source, and whoever sat in the seat behind her would control the steering wheel and a couple other levers she saw there.

James was standing next to her, smiling in triumph as he watched her inspect the contraption. "I saw Gord use this with one of his girls, and I knew I just had to try it with you." He ran his hands up and down her nylon-covered legs. "Your long toned legs are perfect, and these tights you always wear show them off excellently." His hands continued upwards. "This firm ass of yours is going to be a fine view from my chair, a view you won't be able to obstruct thanks to the position of your arms. The roundness of your hips is highlighted nicely by this tight waist belt. And these perfect boobs of yours are standing tall and proud in front, like headlights for my vehicle."

One more line crossed: this was the first time he had ever grabbed her boobs. And he just squeezed away as if he owned them, then pinched her nipples through the tight, thin fabric of her leotard as he made his comment about headlights. What had gotten into him!?

"Oh, one last reason you'll be perfect for this." He tapped the banana seat that was tightly gripping her crotch. "We already know how well you respond to electric shocks down here, so I'm sure that you'll do a stellar job at powering my craft!"

No! You wouldn't dare! Jenny wanted to shout, but instead had to suffice with a muffled Mmmph! and as much shaking as she could manage.

James just laughed, squeezed the boobs she'd manage to shake, and said, "Eager to go, eh? Well me too! Let's do it!"

In the mirror, Jenny watched James relax into the large comfortable seat behind her. He flipped a lever and she squeaked as some kind of nub pushed into her from the bottom of her seat. He then moved another lever up and down, causing the nub to move from the bottom of the seat up towards the front, pushing all the way along her pussy and ending right on top of her clit.

"That nub you feel indicates how fast you should be peddling. When it's down at the bottom you should be stopped. When it's up there at the top you'll need to give it 110%. The shocks are all programmed in, so if you don't get up to the correct speed within a second or so, you'll know it! Oh, and you'll get shocked if you peddle too fast as well. I think Gord said the shocks would hit the front of your saddle if you need to go faster and the back if you need to go slower. I don't really know exactly how fast you need to be to avoid the shocks, but I reckon you'll figure all of that out pretty quick. Okay, I'm moving the nub back to the stop position, disengaging the break, and activating the electrodes. Are you ready to go?"

Jenny was absolutely not ready to go. Of course, it had been a rhetorical question. In the mirror she saw James move his throttle lever forward and felt her nub move about an inch up. She couldn't believe this was really happening, and she didn't really believe that the shocks were going to be as bad as they had been in the "Like It Or Not" exerciser. However, she only had to delay a second to find out that indeed, they were every bit as bad. The pain seared all along the front of her saddle, seeming to burn with special intensity right over her clit.

Jenny jumped into action, pushing hard on the peddles and lurching the whole contraption forward. In another second the saddle delivered a shock to her back side for going too fast. There was nothing as sensitive as her clit back there, but the shock was still far too painful to ignore. She cautiously slowed down until the rear shocks stopped, then carefully tried to maintain that exact speed.

James was steering her in a circle around the indoor gym. He kept her going around and around at the same speed until she was able to maintain it without getting shocked. Then he brought her to a stop in front of the garage-type door. "You're picking this up quickly! Ready to go outside and get going faster?"

She would have said no, but the garage door rolled open in front of her anyway. James lived on a big private estate, so she wasn't exactly going out in public, but some of James' staff would no doubt see them. She was certainly used to people seeing her body in her skin-tight leotard, but this was different. She was trapped and on display. As James had pointed out, her boobs felt like headlights jutting out in front of her, and her arms were trapped behind her, unable to block them. And she certainly couldn't hunch over at all – the posture collar and bar made sure she stayed perfectly erect. Worst of all was the fact that she was gagged and bound. What kind of kinky slut would they assume she was?

The movement of the nub cut off her thoughts. It moved a bit higher than it had before. She guessed at a speed and got three corrections front and back before finding the exact right pace. By then they were well down the driveway. James slowed her, which required more shocks, then turned sharply onto a wide dirt path. The different road surface changed the difficulty of peddling, which required more shocks to correct. Then James increased the speed back up, shocking her yet again.

Jenny was furious. Did that bastard have any idea how difficult and painful it was to adjust to every casual change he made to that throttle lever? It burned that he was sitting comfortably back there in that big seat, staring at her ass, while she was working to pull him around and getting shocked for every slight imperfection. She wanted to scream with her frustration, to pound him into a pulp, to run far far away and never come back... anything but sit there and silently obey. But she had no choice. She was locked in tight, and the punishment for disobedience was too much to bear.

They came around a corner and Jenny saw a gardener trimming some bushes. The man, who must have been in his seventies, was dumbstruck as he saw them approach. Jenny was mortified and wanted to peddle past him as fast as she could, but instead her nub directed her to slow down and stop.

"How do you like my new ride, Henry?" James called from behind her.

"Oh... she's a beauty, sir," the gardener managed.

"She sure is!" James laughed, then pushed the throttle forward and they continued on.

"Hey, I know a shortcut, let's see how this thing handles on grass," James called from behind her just before steering them off the dirt path onto a field. As far as she was concerned, the contraption handled horribly on grass. Every bump was transmitted up to her crotch via the seat. And it became extremely hard to maintain a constant speed.

Before she had even figured out how to keep the speed she was at, James called up that he was going to see how fast they could go on grass. She felt her nub make its way up her pussy and she struggled to keep up. She had to push very hard to keep the cart moving quickly on the grass. She was sure she wasn't going to be able to go much faster, but just as with the exerciser, shocks to her clit were able to motivate her to heights she didn't think possible.

They were bouncing quickly across the field, with James in the back laughing and cheering, and Jenny in the front struggling to maintain the pace and her fury. This was beyond ridiculous. The nub was requiring her to set a pace that she couldn't possibly maintain for more than brief bursts. In between bursts she was getting nailed repeatedly with excruciating shocks. And behind her, James was just having the time of his life!

They finally arrived at James' destination, the estate stables. "Hey Frank," he called, "you in there?"

Jenny was mortified all over again when the stable-master stepped outside. Unlike the gardener, he was young and incredibly handsome. It was one thing to be seen like this by old men. A good looking man her age was a different matter. She had seen him around James' mansion before and thought he was cute. She was mortified that he would now be seeing her like this. She wanted nothing more than to hide, but she couldn't even look away.

"Tell me Frank," James asked, "how does my animal here stack up against your animals in there?"

Frank gave a big belly laugh. "You've really outdone yourself this time, sir! Your hot trainer is a fine pick to power that vehicle.

"No, really Frank, I want your detailed opinion of her as my stead. What do you think?"

Frank walked right up to her. Jenny couldn't believe that he was going to play along! He reached out and touched her leg, squeezing her quads, her hamstrings, and her calves. "Well, sir, her legs are finely muscled."

"They certainly are!" James chuckled. "What else?"

Getting encouragement from his boss, Frank went further. He cupped one ass cheek and then the other, squeezing them roughly in his strong hands. "This is one of the finest asses I have ever seen." His hands ran up and down the curves of her hips. "And the mare certainly has nicely spread hips for bearing young." He patted her stomach. "And doesn't appear to be gluttonous." His hand went up and down her back, then through her hair. "Find posture and an excellent mane. All in all, I'd say you have a top rate stead here, sir!"

"But my dear Frank, you've skipped right over one of her best attributes," James protested.

"Yes I have." Frank admitted. Getting that permission from James, Frank's hands went greedily to Jenny's boobs. The stable-master squeezed her much harder than James had earlier, mauling her soft flesh through the skimpy fabric of her outfit. He finished by pinching down hard on her nipples and twisting until he saw involuntary tears form in her eyes.

"First-rate utters to top off your excellent ride, sir!" Frank announced.

Jenny was beyond mortification. These two bastards were standing there talking about her attributes as if she were some horse, running their hands all over her body without her permission, and generally treating her as if she were an object that wasn't perfectly capable of understanding the conversation. She had never been more humiliated in her life.

James thanked the stable-master for his assessment, then pushed his throttle up and got them moving along. He brought them back onto the dirt road, which Jenny was thankful for, until he announced that he was going to test her at full throttle. She wanted to beg him to do this on a paved road, or not to do it at all, but she couldn't even turn around to look at him let alone talk.

Her nub started moving up, and she jumped into action to avoid the shocks. It kept going beyond the fastest point James had used so far. He paused at what already felt like a breakneck pace, but the nub was still two inches short of her clit, so she knew there was worse to come. Already she felt like she was peddling as fast as she possibly could. They were flying down the dirt road, her legs pumping up and down at an incredible speed. She was getting periodic front shocks even now when the pace slipped, how was she going to go faster?

"Ready or not, here we go!" James called, and her nub popped up the last two inches, coming to rest just over her clit. She tried to pick up her pace a proportionate amount, but there was only so fast her legs could move.

The first shock came, and it felt like the nub helped transmit more of the electricity directly to her clit. In encouraged her to redouble her efforts, but still she fell short and got another shock. If she could have looked down, she would have seen that her legs were spinning at a near blinding speed. The contraption, however, wasn't impressed. Her rate was below the requirement, so it delivered yet another shock.

Jenny gave up, deciding it was impossible so she might as well slow down. But as she did, the shocks became even more intense and frequent. She was forced to go on trying, even if the task was impossible.

In the middle of this, she felt herself start to get light-headed. Her gag prevented her from breathing through her mouth, and she just wasn't able to get enough air in through her nose to keep up. Spots appeared in her vision, and before she knew it, she passed out.

Jenny came-to as water was splashed over her face. She was still affixed to the unicycle and still out on the dirt road. James must have just grabbed a water bottle and doused her soon after she blacked out.

"Glad you're back with me," James said. "For a second I was worried that I was going to have to walk back to the house."

With that he got back in the seat and moved the throttle forward, starting off at a slow pace. Jenny couldn't believe he was still forcing her to peddle, slow pace or not. She took blacking out very seriously, but apparently James had figured it was only a minor nuisance.

As she peddled away, James talked, either to her or to himself, it wasn't clear. "Gord wasn't kidding when he said 110%, huh? That really is faster than your max. I'm also going to have to tell him about the blacking out problem. I wonder if there's another gag that does the same job of silencing but lets more air through."

Jenny had no interest in helping to work out the kinks to this outrageous form of transportation. As soon as James let her go, she was leaving and never coming back. And she'd have to figure out what sort of charges she'd be able to bring against this bastard. He had no right to treat her this way.

Those charges were going to have to wait a while longer. James pulled up to the front of his mansion, stepped out of his chair, and asked Jenny to wait a moment for him. Jenny had no desire to wait, but when she tried to peddle away she found that he had set some kind of brake. She couldn't have really gotten anywhere anyway without the ability to steer, and she couldn't have dismounted wherever she did get to. But being stuck there in place, even with nobody else around, still made her feel even more pathetically helpless. She was a horse with its reins around a pole, forced to wait for its master to return and ride it away. Maybe she should have felt glad for the break. Her legs were burning from the exertion. But at that point she wasn't going to feel good about anything other than full release.

She waited uncomfortably for what felt like hours, but was probably only twenty minutes or so. While she waited, a fly started buzzing around her head, periodically landing on her face. It tickled like crazy, and with her hands trapped behind her she had no way to swat it. She tried shaking her head, but couldn't get enough movement due to the posture collar around her neck. She found that the most effective strategy was to flex a muscle wherever the fly landed. This method was far from perfect since the fly would just return to a different spot on her face after circling her head a couple times. It also made her feel even more like a horse, twitching its muscles to shoo flies, but what else could she do?

The fly finally left as a car pulled in to the driveway. Jenny, helpless to go anywhere, was horrified that she was going to be seen like this by whatever random visitor happened to be stopping by. A couple in their fifties got out of the car and approached the front door.

"My goodness," said the woman. "What is James up to now?"

"Whatever it is, it sure looks like fun!" said the man, placing his hand on Jenny's hip.

What the hell was wrong with all of James' associates? Didn't any of them have any sense of decency?

"Don't touch her," scolded the woman.

"Why not? Surely that's what she's for!" The man patted her on the cheek then patted her on the boob.

"You're disgusting, I'm going inside," said the woman.

"All right, all right, I'm coming," said the man, but not before tweaking a nipple and getting a good ass pinch in.

Jenny proceeded to wait and wait, suffering through two more flies and twice as many mosquitoes. She couldn't believe that James was just leaving her like this for so long. But there were a lot of things she was having trouble believing about this. And yet, there she was on her uncomfortable perch, done up like eye-candy, ready to be molested or driven away by anyone who happened to come by.

Finally, after what Jenny guessed had been at least an hour, James came out of the house with the couple who had come by earlier. As the man walked by her, he patted her on the ass and said, "Oh yeah, James, I forgot to compliment you on your new toy. Nice work!"

"Thank you, and thanks for visiting," James said as they got in their car and drove away.

"Well, that was an unexpected visit that took longer than I hoped, and now I've gone and blown all my time with you. I need to be off to an event, so I'll have you drive me over to my garage, then I'll call Frank and have him come get you all unhooked."

He hopped in and jammed the throttle up to a medium pace. Jenny tried to shove off, but whatever brake James had set was still engaged and she didn't get anywhere. The contraption, however, didn't care why she wasn't moving, it simply punished her for not moving. And because she wasn't moving at all, the shock quickly got worse. She shook violently and tried desperately to convey to James what was going on.

James just said, "Well come on! I really need to get going. Have you gotten lazy while standing here?" He finally realized that the break was on and flipped it off, without making any change to the throttle or any apology to the girl who had been tormented for his mistake. Jenny, of course, did jump at the chance to get moving and end the shocks. Her legs were quite stiff after standing still for over an hour, but she quickly straightened out the pace and was driven the long way around the big house and over to the separate garage.

James got off, thanked her for the good times, and told her he hoped she wouldn't be too upset by the whole thing. Was he kidding? He must have seen the look in her eyes, because he followed up by saying that she would be well compensated for her time and for going along with his oddities. He called Frank and instructed him to pay her $1,000 per hour for each of the three hours she'd been there.

Jenny liked the thought of picking up three grand, but it wasn't going to even come close to mollifying her after the events of the day. But first, she still had to get out! Frank took his time getting there, and once he got there he said he just couldn't resist taking a quick spin before letting her out. Jenny tried to say no, but was in no position to disagree.

Frank didn't drive her around for long, but he sampled the full range of speeds and tried her out on pavement, dirt, and grass, just as James had done. Finally, he drove her back into the gym, popped the parking brake on, and started releasing her bindings. He removed everything but her gag, which Jenny found was locked on with a small padlock behind her head.

She stomped her foot and held out her hand to demand the key, but Frank said, "Oh no, I've dealt with the aftermath of James' escapades before. I have no intention of being bitched at for the next hour. I sent that key home with a separate driver. You can unlock yourself when you get there."


Chapter 4

Jenny woke up the next morning sore as hell from all the shocks and crazy peddling she'd done. She'd gotten home the night before after stewing in silence in her car, unlocked her gag, then decided that she'd wait until the morning to deal with everything that had happened. That night she wanted a hot bath and some comfort food, not endless interviews with cops and investigators and whoever else.

She decided she'd start by calling an attorney and asking about the best way to proceed. The guy she talked to listened to her story, making surprised grunts along the way. She finished by saying that James had paid her three grand and made her drive home with the ball gag in her mouth. The attorney asked her to repeat the amount, then asked her what her normal rate was and if James had ever paid her higher rates for other odd services. She quickly recounted the other things and amounts she'd been paid.

The attorney told her that the money and the other instances were significant complications. It meant she had accepted payment for the services she'd provided, and that this wasn't a wholly unusual occurrence. Jenny was pissed because it should have been clear cut abduction and sexual harassment, but the attorney convinced her that they needed to proceed with caution. They set up an interview for three days later, to give the attorney some time to review the relevant laws.

That afternoon, a delivery truck arrived in front of Jenny's house with the old recumbent bike that she had brought over to James' gym back when she first started making house calls to him. A note on the bike stated that James was sending it back to her because he was concerned that she wouldn't be returning. She had the delivery men leave it in her attached garage, and didn't think about it again until later that night. Before going to bed, she thought about the fact that her muscles were still incredibly sore from the day before, and she decided that a small dose of the same peddling exercise that had made her sore would help her recover. She wasn't planning on much of a ride, so instead of putting on workout clothes she just pulled off her shirt and shorts and got on the bike in her bra and panties.

She could tell that something didn't feel quite right the moment she mounted the bike, but she started peddling anyway. As soon as she did, she felt the toe cages tighten down over her shoes and saw straps whip out from the handlebars and tighten around her wrists. Just like that, she was trapped on the exercise bike. James had clearly modified it. And he'd probably done it a while ago, anticipating that he might someday do this to her. She mentally cursed him.

But the worst was still to come. Jenny watched from her perch on the seat as the bike's stand folded up and was replaced by two sets of training wheels that kept her from falling over. The garage door in front of her started to open, seemingly on its own accord. She looked around to see who had activated it, but could see no one. Shit, she thought, anyone who comes by can look in here and see me in my underwear!

She had stopped pedaling as soon as she had become trapped, but an all too familiar electric shock hit her from the bike. Her ass wasn't tied down, so the shock was delivered instead to her trapped wrists and ankles. It was still plenty strong to force her to obey. In this case, Jenny didn't know exactly what the bike wanted, but she was pretty sure that she was supposed to pedal. When she did, the bike rolled right out of her garage and turned on its own onto her street, wheeling her out in all her undressed glory for any of her neighbors to see. The bike continued shocking her until she started pedaling at a good clip, then guided her automatically through the streets, stopping and turning when necessary. What the hell? Does someone have a remote control to my bike?

Jenny was distraught. Whatever this bike was up to, she wanted no part of it. But she couldn't get free of the handlebars or pedals, and the wide set training wheels wouldn't even let her fall over. Just like the day before, the electric shocks were excruciating and simply wouldn't allow her to stop pedaling.

There weren't too many people out that late at night. It was nice that she wasn't being ogled by too many strangers, but she realized that she was going to need someone's help to get free. She tried to call out to the couple people she did see, but the things she was saying didn't make any sense to them and she must have looked crazy on the weird bike in her underwear. All the people who heard her just let her ride on by.

When the bike led her out of town along the road to James' house, she went into a minor panic. She tried desperately to knock the bike over, but was unable to. She cried out for help, but the country road was totally deserted.

She couldn't believe that she had been tricked so easily. How could she have been so stupid to have accepted the bike back, and then try to ride it? It had trapped her in almost the same exact way as the unicycle. And now, because of her stupidity, she was pedaling herself right back to the same tormentor she had just gotten free from the night before.

She arrived at the mansion and was guided straight through the garage door into the workout room without seeing anyone. Her bike stands folded back down, turning back into the stationary bike she had once liked. Having arrived, she figured her bike would allow her to stop, but the moment she slowed down she was hit by another shock. Cursing, she got her pace back up. She had only intended to do a little warm-up peddling, and now she'd already ridden four miles and had no end in sight. Her muscles screamed at her, but there was nothing she could do but keep pedaling and wait for someone to come for her.

The minutes dragged by. Jenny periodically screamed for help, but knew from experience that it wouldn't get her anywhere. She started wondering if everyone in the house was asleep, and if she'd be left peddling all night.

Finally, the gym door opened and James strolled in. "Jenny! I'm so glad you felt comfortable coming here for your workout. And you know I'm glad that you're comfortable enough with me to start wearing such a skimpy outfit in front of me."

Unlike the day before, Jenny was no longer gagged, and she was able to shout all the things at James that she had wanted to shout earlier. "You sick, twisted bastard! Let me out of here at once! You kidnapped me and brought me here against my will. You're going to rot in jail for this and for the abuse you gave me yesterday. Being rich doesn't put you above the law. Now stop this machine and unstrap me right now!"

James just chuckled. "You know, dear, you seem to be in a bad mood right now. I'll come back a little later and see if you're more civil then."

A 'little' later turned out to be something like an hour, during which Jenny was forced to continue peddling. She was beyond exhaustion, and when James finally returned she was in no mood to argue, especially if it might prolong her torment. "Please let me stop," she whimpered.

"Ahh, I see you're in a much better mood now. Well, I can't let you stop just yet, but I will turn your speed down." He pulled a remote control out of his pocket and tapped a button. She tested how slow she could go, and hated the fact that she would have to get an electric shock in order to find out.

With Jenny peddling slowly in front of him, James continued: "You are going to be spending a bit of time with me. I've been in touch with your lawyer, and we've taken care of all the paperwork defining the length of time and payment and other details. I won't bore you with it all, but rest assured that your lawyer argued for some very favorable terms for you. Now, I've got an apartment all set up for you, and I just need to do a couple things to get you ready first."

He pulled something that looked like a pair of leather mittens out of his bag, and with her wrists still trapped he was easily able to pull those mitts over her hands. They locked around her wrists, trapping her hands inside the smooth, stiff leather. He then pulled a tall leather collar out of his bag and locked it tightly around her neck. Next, he pulled out a pair of scissors and unceremoniously cut off her bra and panties. Finally, while she was still peddling, he pulled off her shoes and socks.

Jenny just had to peddle slowly and watch what the older man was doing to her. She had zero expectations that she would be able to convince him to stop, but when he started cutting away the skimpy clothing she had on, she decided she had to try. But she was so befuddled by everything that was happening that she wasn't terribly coherent. "James... what are you... why... this isn't right."

"There there, dear," James said as he pulled her cut panties out from under her. "You're tired. We don't need to talk about it tonight. You're now ready to go to your apartment. Get some good rest, you'll need it for tomorrow!"

With that, he tapped another button on his remote, and her bike converted back to its mobile mode. Still peddling slowly, Jenny rolled out of the gym, down a few hallways, then into a small attached apartment. The bike stopped, converted back to stationary mode, then finally released her. She hopped off and ran back to the door, only to find that it had closed behind her. The handle was sunken into the door itself, making it completely impossible for her to reach with the mittens locked over her hands.

Even though she was free to move around, the bondage mitts made her feel almost more helpless than when she had been trapped on the bike. She had absolutely no use of her fingers or thumbs. The door in front of her could be completely unlocked for all she knew, and she wouldn't be able to open it to free herself.

She spent a few minutes pounding on the door and shouting for help, but was sure that was pointless, so quickly gave up and started exploring her apartment. It was just one medium size room, with a bathroom area in an alcove off to the side. No windows, just plain white walls and the barest of necessities. Jenny realized she had to pee pretty badly, so she went in to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. She had no idea how she was going to wipe with the mitts on, but when she was done she was surprised to feel a warm jet of water hit her underside then a blast of hot air dry her off. When she stood up, the toilet flushed automatically.

It turned out that everything in the little studio apartment was set up to work automatically for someone who couldn't use their hands. It was quite convenient, though unnerving to think about the amount of planning that had gone into it all. The shower came on automatically when she stepped into the tub, and when she stepped out she was dried with gusts of hot air. A toothbrush on a little arm over the sink sprang to life when she put her mouth over it, and allowed her to brush her teeth quite easily.

Back in the main room, Jenny saw a label on one of the walls that said Food and Water. She realized that she was quite hungry and thirsty, so walked over. A tube poking out from the wall was apparently her water supply. She put her mouth over it and sucked, and sure enough was able to drink. It felt ridiculous, but she was thirsty, and it turned out to not be as bad as the food. Next to the water tube, a wide bowl was fixed to a narrow shelf. It looked like the bowl could be automatically refilled by a dispenser in the wall. The bowl was filled with something that looked like dry cat food. The only way for her to get it was to bend over and eat directly from the bowl. She felt ridiculous, and the food tasted like cardboard, so she gave up and decided to go hungry.

When she sat down on the only chair in the main room, a television on the opposite wall clicked on. It was set to some porn channel, and she had no way to change it. She wasn't in any mood to watch other people have sex, so she got up and the screen turned off automatically.

The only other item of furniture was a bed. When she laid down, a mechanical arm pulled a heavy blanket over her and all the lights in the apartment turned off. Without the lights, the windowless room was pitch black, and Jenny sat up, startled. As she did, the lights came back on and the blanket was lifted off her.

She paced around the apartment, hoping against hope that there was some hidden something that might let her out or let her make a phone call or something. But there was nothing else there. She was good and trapped.

Jenny tried to come to terms with what had happened to her. Just a few hours ago she had been comfortable in her own home, planning on doing a quick workout before crawling into bed. Now she was trapped in this bizarre little apartment, butt-naked except for the tall collar locked around her neck and the cursed mitts that rendered her helpless.

What had James said? That she would be spending 'a bit of time' here? What the heck did that mean? A day? A week? He had gone through an awful lot of trouble with this apartment – would he be keeping her for a long time? And when he said that the paper work had been taken care of, did that mean that this whole arrangement was supposed to be legal? That couldn't be right – she had been kidnapped! How could there be 'favorable terms' for a kidnapping?!

Jenny couldn't do anything about her predicament that night, and she was truly exhausted, so she got in bed and let herself be tucked in and plunged into darkness. Tomorrow, she figured, she would find a way to escape or convince James to end this crazy charade.


Chapter 5

Jenny was awoken by an obnoxiously loud beeping and the bright lights of her apartment coming on full. A computer voice announced that she had ten minutes to eat, shower, and use the bathroom before she had to be ready to leave. She didn't want to be told what to do, but she figured that not using the bathroom would be a stupid protest.

The shower only gave her two minutes of water before shutting off and blowing her dry. It had been pretty unsatisfying, especially since her hands were still locked in her mitts, but it did wake her up. At least, she noted, her collar hadn't electrocuted her when it was hit by the water.

Jenny hoped that there would be some cloths that she could put on, but it looked like she'd be maintaining her nakedness for now. She took a long drink of water, then stared at her food. She was really quite hungry, and even if it tasted bad it was probably nutritious. With effort, she swallowed her pride and licked the bowl clean. She would have kept eating, but she couldn't figure out how to get more out of the dispenser.

The computer voice came back on to announce that it was time to get herself loaded on to the tricycle. Jenny had noticed that the stationary bike had been replaced by the tricycle overnight, but there was no way that she was going to get back on to that thing.

"First, place your head through the strap that you can see on the left side wall of your room and bite down on the gag."

Jenny saw that the inflatable gag she had worn the other day had slid out from a small opening in her wall and was waiting there for her mouth. She had absolutely no intention of complying, and screamed as much to the walls of her room.

"Disobedience punishment commencing," stated the computer voice, and all of a sudden Jenny's collar delivered an electric shock directly to her neck. She screamed in frustration, knowing that she could not resist the pain of these shocks and knowing there was no way she could dodge the shocks from the collar locked around her neck. There was no reason to wait for the next shock, so she went ahead and pushed her head through the loop and bit down on the gag. The strap was immediately tightened around her head and the gag inflated to the same incredibly full level that had been used before.

"Step into the saddle and place your feet into the shoes attached to the peddles."

Jenny really didn't want to do this, but she knew she had no choice. The saddle squeezed down on her crotch just like before, and locked the waist belt around her. The 'shoes' attached to the peddles turned out to be pointy high heels whose straps tightened around her ankles as she inserted her feet.

"Push your neck back against the bar and find the loops for your wrists."

Her posture collar clicked onto the bar, which raised up just as it had the first time. Finding the wrist loops with her leather mitts was a bit tricky, but after getting another shock to her neck she scrambled and found them quickly enough. Once secured, they were again pulled painfully up her back.

"Due to your quick compliance, you will now have twenty minutes to relax before an assistant arrives to complete your dress."

How the fuck am I supposed to relax? Jenny wondered as she sat tall on the uncomfortable saddle. She would have much preferred twenty extra minutes of sleep or a longer shower or just the ability to sit on her chair, but these things were not up to her.

When her door opened, an elegant-looking woman in her forties walked confidently in. She was all business and didn't say a word to the trapped girl she had come to work on. First up, she rubbed an oil all over Jenny's body until every inch of her skin shone. It was a rather erotic feeling, and Jenny was embarrassed to be displayed like this and getting turned on in front of another woman.

Next, she strapped a tight corset around Jenny's midsection. The leather constricted her waist, made it somewhat difficult to breath, and held her boobs up on proud display. Those boobs were adorned with nipple clamps that had small bells attached to them. Jenny had never worn anything like this, and was incredulous that the woman would so casually close the metal teeth over her tender flesh.

The woman buckled a set of blinders on Jenny's head, severely restricting how much she could see. Something else, that she couldn't see, was strapped to her forehead. The last items were cuffs that went around her upper arms, thighs and calves. They didn't attach to anything, and were apparently just for show.

Before leaving, the woman rolled in a full length mirror so that Jenny could see herself. What she saw in that mirror took her breath away. All of her gear was matching black or red patent leather that went perfectly with her shining skin and her long dark hair. Tall black and red feathers stood up from the leather strap around her forehead. Every curve of her naked body was highlighted and on full display. She had to admit that the look was incredibly sexy, she just hated that the person who would be enjoying all her sex appeal was the maniac who had kidnapped her.

The woman left without ever saying a word, and Jenny was stuck waiting again. She wanted to shake off the clamps on her nipples or the feathers from her head, but all she could accomplish was a slight jingling from the bells and added pulling on her nipples. No, there was nothing she could do to get more comfortable; all she could do was sit there and look pretty.

Without any warning, her door slid open and the familiar nub pushed into her from her saddle, indicating a slow forward pace. She was well aware that even the thin protection her leotard had given her the other day was now gone, and the electrodes were free to deliver their shocks directly to her skin. She wanted to avoid that as best she could, so obediently launched into her best estimation of the required pace. Her muscles had a pretty good memory of the requirements from her first run on this contraption, so she only needed one correction shock to her rear before hitting the correct pace.

The tricycle guided her through the wide hallways of the mansion and brought her to a stop in front of the library. Her blinders and collar prevented her from seeing in to the library, so she had no way of knowing if James was on his way out or if she'd be waiting there for a while. She was not at all looking forward to seeing him, or having him see her, but she sure was tired of being made to wait.

Fifteen minutes or so later, James walked in to her narrow field of vision. He whistled and looked at her with awe. "Oh my god. I knew you had the body for this, but you... you... well, I don't even know what to say. You take my breath away!"

He reached out his right hand gingerly, almost as if he was afraid to touch the image of perfection in front of him. Jenny couldn't help feeling proud of her body, and it seemed as though her new look held a certain power over her captor. But of course it was James who actually held all the power. He rubbed the oiled skin of her thigh, tested the tightness of her corset, then swatted at the bells hanging from her nipples. He laughed as the bells rang and the girl they were attached to grimaced.

"I've got to show you off to Frank, he's going to flip. Let's go!"

James jumped in and jammed the throttle all the way forward. Jenny's nub swung all the way up to her clit. She cranked down on her peddles in a desperate attempt to avoid a shock, but there was no way she could instantly hit the required speed. The shock she had been dreading hit her a second later. With the nub pressed directly into her clit, no cloth in between, it was the worst shock she had received yet. It did spur her to new heights, and for a few rotations she hit the required pace as James steered them careening out of the mansion and down the ramp to the road. James kept the throttle all the way forward, demanding a pace that was physically impossible to keep. Jenny did her best, but every few seconds received another one of the unspeakably painful shocks.

They arrived at the stable in what James called record time, though it had felt like a tortured eternity to Jenny. He hopped off, put the parking brake on, and went in to fetch the younger man. He came out with his hands over Frank's eyes, giddy to show off his toy.

Frank's jaw dropped when he saw Jenny's oiled and decorated body. "Wow. You've outdone yourself James. She is incredible. I can't believe you got her to sign the contract after how angry she looked the other day. And hey, anytime you need help taking care of her, just let me know!"

"You'll get your turn, Frank, but today she's all mine." Turning to Jenny he said, "Ready to keep moving, babe?"

Jenny wasn't, but it didn't matter. James set off at a more reasonable pace, still fast, but maintainable. Over the rest of the morning, they must have visited every corner of his vast estate. He gave her plenty of practice at the whole range of speeds, and tried her out through thick grass, gravel, and even sand. The vehicle simply wasn't built for sand. The front wheel sank straight down underneath her, and there was no way she could turn the peddles no matter what James did with the throttle.

James tried to push her backwards out of the sand, but couldn't get enough leverage. Of course, if he simply released her they would be able to get out easily, but apparently that idea didn't even cross his mind. Finally, he radioed over to Frank and asked him to come help. Jenny couldn't see behind her, but she heard the younger man arrive on horseback a few minutes later. Together, the two men were able to push Jenny and the tricycle back onto the grass. Then they stood behind her, talking about her, to her great irritation.

"Make sure you don't go too long without watering her," Frank said. "You can see that she's sweating quite a bit."

"Good point. But I really don't want to take that gag out..."

"Oh, you won't have to. Just deflate it enough to squeeze the tip of a water bottle past her lips. You should also watch out for chafing along the saddle. She could get pretty raw there until she gets used to it." As he said this, Frank was running his finger under the edge of the saddle, touching her in places that a stranger really shouldn't touch a woman. "You'll either need to take it easy the first few days, or at least make sure you keep those spots well lubricated."

"Let's go the lubrication route," James said. "I have no desire to take it easy! Do you have any lube with you now?"

Frank did, and the two men spent the next few minutes pushing their fingers under Jenny's saddle to spread the lube. The lubrication did feel good, but the process was mortifying. In the front, their fingers were brushing up against her pussy lips, and in the back they came dangerously close to her sphincter. All Jenny could do was look straight ahead and bear it.

"Why don't we ride back together?" James suggested when they were done. The two of them set off across the field, Frank on his horse and James riding his trike. The whole way back they talked about the similarities and differences between their two beasts. Jenny couldn't believe she was being compared to the horse walking next to her. The audacity of those jerks! But the similarities were hard to deny: both horse and woman would carry their riders wherever they wanted to go and would move at whatever speed their rider demanded. Both were obedient, and a little pain did wonders for motivation.

Frank pointed out the way both animals' flank muscles shook when their legs were straightened. James agreed that it was enjoyable to watch both finely muscled creatures, though he stated that surely it was more enjoyable to watch the ass of his ride than that of Frank's. Frank agreed, and they both chuckled. Jenny's face burned red, but there was nothing she could do to cover the ass they were talking about, or stop it from shaking away for their viewing pleasure as she kept up the required medium pace.

Frank made the argument that while James' ride might be more fun to look at, his ride could move faster and also didn't require as much gear. James countered that while Frank's ride might have a better top speed, he thought that in time his ride would have better endurance. And as for the gear, well, a lot of it was just for fun!

Jenny couldn't help but make her own comparisons as they went along through the field. Both she and the horse were certainly at the whim of their riders. But if anything, the horse had a whole lot more freedom. It could move its head around, and it wasn't wearing any blinders. It also had all four of its appendages free, instead of two being locked up and useless behind its back. While the horse did have a bit in its mouth, Jenny thought it looked far more comfortable than the over-inflated gag that filled hers. She hated the fact that she was starting to feel jealous of a horse for having freedoms that she didn't, but there it was! While she was admitting her jealousy of the horse, she also mentally pointed out that the horse's rider was far more attractive than hers. She hated herself for thinking about that as well.

When they got back to the stable, Frank went inside to get a water bottle. As he had suggested, they deflated her gag just enough to squeeze the tip past her lips, then squeezed water into her mouth. It was a horribly uncomfortable way to drink, but she was quite thirsty and did her best to make it work. When they were done, she tried to say something, but James quickly re-inflated the gag. Jenny hadn't even decided what she was trying to say, she had just hoped to form some words and reassert her humanity.

Frank made a show of checking Jenny over before they left. He inspected the skin around her high heels for any blisters. He moved her arms around to make sure nothing had become dislocated. He tested the tightness of her corset, claiming to make sure it wasn't hindering her breathing, but then actually tightening it a notch. Finally, he unhooked each nipple clamp, checked the skin beneath it, then clamped it back down in a slightly different position, causing her nipples to scream with fresh pain all over again.

James thanked him for the careful inspection, though Jenny wanted to slug him. The two of them then set off towards the mansion at a faster pace. James said that he was famished and ready for lunch. Jenny was feeling hungry herself, but though James led her all the way into the mansion and to the dining room, she wasn't actually going to be eating. Instead, she was forced to stay there and watch her captor eat.

As James shoveled food into his mouth, he explained that since Jenny was going to be doing so much physical work, he wanted to make sure that she didn't put on too much muscle mass. He didn't like muscle-bound women, so he had hired a nutritionist to meticulously control her diet. Her calorie expenditure would be carefully measured all during the day. The amount of food she was given would then be proportional to the energy she had burned.

At first, she'd be given slightly less calories than energy burned, to slim down her stomach just a bit. Then she'd go on a strict maintenance diet. The food she would be eating wouldn't have much in the way of flavor, but it was perfectly balanced to give her what she needed. It would be given to her in two meals a day, one in the morning and one in the evening, so that James didn't have to worry about scheduling time to digest in the middle of the day when he might want to use her.

There were a dozen things that infuriated Jenny about the little speech James was giving her. First off, the idea that she should lose a bit of weight was absurd. She was in perfect shape and had an almost perfectly flat stomach. And who the hell did James think he was to try to manipulate her diet like this and control her body? The thought that she'd be eating those same disgusting pellets for the foreseeable future also horrified her, as did the realization that all this planning had a very long-term feel to it. Just how long did he plan to keep her captive like this?

She had no way to get answers to any of these questions, or even ask them. It made her wonder when she was going to get a chance to actually speak to her captor. Was her gag only going to come out when she was locked away in her sound-proof apartment?

All she could do was sit there and watch James finish his lunch. A servant came in to the dining room a couple times during the meal. She never looked directly at Jenny, and seemed quite uncomfortable to be in the same room with the bound and naked woman. James watched the servant's reaction every time she came into the room, and finally at the end of the meal he spoke to the shy woman. "Helen, my ride here is going to be around for a while, so I need you to stop acting so shy around her. Why don't you go over there and touch her. You'll see that she won't bite – she can't!"

"Oh no sir," Helen replied. "I don't think she'd want me to go touching her."

Jenny was relieved to finally find someone in James's estate who had a conscience. Not that it was going to do her any good.

"Don't be ridiculous, she doesn't mind being touched." James walked over and started running his hand up and down Jenny's thigh to make his point. "A big part of her job is to be on display and make herself available to be touched. Now, if you want to keep your job you'd better come over here and give her a feel."

Helen was clearly reluctant about this, but also clearly wanted to keep her job. She tentatively reached out a hand and placed it on Jenny's knee. James put his own hand on top and moved Helen's hand up Jenny's thigh all the way to her saddle, then around to her ass. "Feel those strong glutes. Isn't she incredible?" He moved Helen's hand up to Jenny's breasts. "And c'mon, you have to admit that this is a pretty impressive rack. Her boobs aren't disgustingly big, but they're definitely not small. They're perfectly shaped, soft but firm, and we can touch them as much as we want without any complaint from their owner!"

James moved Helen's hand all over Jenny's tits as he said this. Helen kept her hand limp the whole time, but then just before James let her go she took one little squeeze. Jenny felt it and stared down at the girl. Helen went straight from looking at the naked boobs to scurrying away though, and never made eye contact. James had a good laugh, took a few squeezes of his own, then got on and moved the throttle forward.

Jenny was hungry and tired, but when her nub moved up, she obeyed. James guided them at a leisurely pace through the mansion, calling out to various servants to come meet his new ride. He demanded that all of them give her boobs a squeeze, saying that she was going to be around for a while and he wanted his staff to feel comfortable around her. Some of the staff were hesitant like Helen while others were quite enthusiastic.

Jenny wasn't sure which she hated more. One of the younger men on James' staff really went to town, squeezing harshly and getting James' permission to temporarily undo a nipple clamp so he could pinch and twist. Jenny glared at the depraved kid, but that only seemed to make him smile. The more hesitant staff certainly didn't hurt her like that, but Jenny hated knowing that she was taking part in dismantling a barrier of decency that should have been maintained. She could see the change in their eyes. They started off embarrassed to even look at her, but something about physically making contact with her private body parts had a profound effect. Their eyes opened a little wider and roamed more freely over the rest of her naked body. Some made a just a little one-handed squeeze like Helen had done, others broke the barrier and went on to give her a full double-handed mauling.

It was clear that James' method to make his staff comfortable around Jenny had worked. She was now in a mansion full of people who were willing to actively participate in her humiliation. Here, her body was not her own, it was a piece of artwork to be displayed and fondled.

James finished the tour out by the garage, where his driver was all too happy to play with Jenny's tits. James and the driver then got into his Rolls Royce. As they backed out of the garage James called to her from his window that she could rest while he was out on an errand.

Jenny was left alone in the garage, sitting tall on her saddle. Did that bastard really think she could rest in this position, with her neck held up high, her arms wrenched behind her back, and all the gear affixed to her body? And if he was going out, why couldn't he have actually let her rest? She would have been thrilled to go back to her little apartment, or even just be allowed to get off the saddle and stretch her legs while he was away. Instead she was stuck on the hated tricycle, in the full-ready position to peddle her captor away the moment he returned home. It was galling, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Jenny shifted her weight in an effort to find some comfort and noticed that the wheel below her rotated slightly. Had James left the parking break off? She pushed down on her peddles, and sure enough the tricycle rolled forward. Her nub was still in the full-stop position, so moving forward at all meant that she was going too fast and her ass was hit with a painful shock. Even so, the ability to move still felt like freedom, and Jenny had a glimmer of hope that she would be able to escape because of James' oversight.

There was nowhere to go forward except the back of the garage. Maybe she could back up? She couldn't turn to see behind her, but she hadn't heard the doors to the garage close. She gingerly pushed her peddles backwards, and sure enough the tricycle started rolling back. As soon as it did, the front of her saddle delivered a searing blast. She knew she was going to get hit, but wasn't sure if it would hit her front or her back, and was dismayed that it turned out to be her front. She paused to firm her resolve, telling herself that she had to try even if it meant a couple of horrendous shocks. She would surely be getting those shocks and more if she stayed, so she had to try.

She figured a burst of speed was her best bet to minimize shocks. She took a deep breath and slammed her peddles backwards. The tricycle lurched backwards. Then, at the same time that she bumped into something behind her, she felt the punishment shock rip into her. She screamed in pain and frustration. She couldn't turn her head to see what she had hit. Was it a wall, or the door, or just something on the floor? Was it worth trying again and getting more shocks, or was it hopeless? She had no way to tell. She hated the thought of giving herself unnecessary shocks, but if there was any chance, she had to try.

She took one big peddle forward, winced at the ass shock, then slammed backwards again. The result was the same: bumping in to something unseen and being punished severely for the attempt. She had no way to turn the tricycle from her perch, so going forward and back had left her in the exact same place hitting the same obstacle.

Jenny didn't have the will power to try again. There was very little chance that she would succeed, and even if she was able to back out of the garage, what would that get her? She still wouldn't be able to steer, so she'd only be able to back up towards the house or go forwards again into the garage. Her hope that someone might see her was equally pointless. If it was one of the staff, they'd probably just come over and poke at her boobs. And even if a visitor drove up, she would have no way to ask for help. They'd probably just play with her body the way James' guests had the other day.

Half an hour of uncomfortable waiting later, Jenny was startled by the feel of a hand on her right boob. She'd been lost in her own self-pitying thoughts and hadn't heard anyone come in. Whoever it was, they were standing behind her, so Jenny couldn't even see them. She could tell that it was a man's hand, but that was about all. It was frustrating to not even know who was fondling her, but she realized it didn't really matter. James had made it clear that her body was up for grabs to anyone, and it wasn't as if she would be able to tattle on them.

Her left boob was cupped by her groper's other hand. Together, the hands proceeded to squeeze and kneed her soft mounds. The groping went on and on. Jenny wondered why guys got so much pleasure out of squeezing boobs. Couldn't this guy just get a couple of those massage balls and have the same experience, without bothering her?

After what felt like a very long time, the hands moved to her nipple clamps and removed them. Jenny squirmed as blood flowed back into her tormented buds. She squirmed even more as the person behind her started tracing circles around those tender buds, then began squeezing and rolling them. The nipples quickly became hard and Jenny just couldn't help but let out a small moan that wasn't quite hidden behind her gag. Jenny was mortified when her groper acknowledged that he heard the moan by softly chuckling and redoubling his efforts.

Jenny did not want this pervert thinking that she was enjoying his attentions. Unfortunately, some things just can't be prevented. Another moan escaped her as his fingers flicked the now hyper-sensitive buds. Jenny couldn't deny that she was getting quite aroused. Hell, she'd gotten aroused that morning when the woman rubbed oil all over her body. As much as she would hate to admit it, she found the outfit she was wearing to be incredibly sexy. Though it humiliated her, it was a turn-on to have so many people openly admire her sexual charms. To be honest, she'd been getting more and more horny all day, and it had been frustrating to have absolutely no way to relieve it.

One of the groper's hands stayed on her left boob while the other hand began sliding downward. Her right butt cheek was caressed and squeezed before the hand slide down to her right leg and began caressing up and down the inside of her right thigh. She could move her knee back and forth a bit, but there was no way to avoid the caress. The hand came closer and closer to her saddle with each caress. It started brushing her saddle, then to Jenny's great surprise, the fingers pushed their way underneath. It was a tight squeeze, but whoever was behind her was able to push his fingers all the way to her pussy.

Jenny's breathing got faster and faster as the fingers underneath her saddle slid their way up along her pussy lips. When they hit her clit, the bound hottie let out as much of a squeal as her gag would allow. If her tormentor didn't already know it, he certainly knew then that he had hit her love button. With his left hand still massaging her nipple, his right hand started twirling around the tightly packed bundle of nerves. Jenny was on fire. This guy was playing her body with the expertise of a musician playing his instrument. She had no choice but to respond.

Jenny got higher and higher, closer and closer to what she knew was going to be a blowout orgasm. Then, just before she went over the edge, the fingers suddenly pulled out from under her saddle and let go of her nipple. The bursting babe shook violently in frustration. Why had he stopped? She was so close, and she needed that release!

"Sorry hot-stuff," the man whispered into her ear from behind her, "boss's orders are that you're not allowed to get off. But it sure was fun bringing you close." He replaced her nipple clamps, patted her on the ass, and walked away without ever having shown his face.

Jenny was left desperate for the last bit of stimulation she needed. But there was no way for her to get it. She tried to grind her crotch down into her saddle, but it just didn't do the job. She yanked at the cuffs that held her wrists behind her back, but knew that even if they were free the mitts would make it impossible to get where she needed to go. She shook in her saddle, mad as hell that she couldn't get off and even madder that she felt like she needed to. She was a kidnapped prisoner and shouldn't be thinking about sex. She knew she was falling for their trap, but she couldn't help it. All she could do was sit there and stew in all the different frustrations that raged through her mind.

It felt like hours before James returned, though as usual Jenny had been left with no way to actually tell time. James was talking on his phone as he got out of the car, so didn't even greet Jenny as he sat down on the tricycle and moved the throttle backwards. Jenny felt, for the first time, her nub move backwards towards her butt crack. The implication to peddle backwards was clear, though she knew she wouldn't be able to. She tried anyway, bumped up against whatever was behind her, and got shocked for it. James was distracted by his phone call, so didn't notice the problem right away, to Jenny's great annoyance.

He finally moved her nub back to the stop position and told whoever he was talking to that he had to go. He got up to inspect, and said, "Hey, how did the tricycle end up backed up against the riding mower? Oh my gosh, I must have left the parking brake off. Jenny dear, did you try to escape while I was gone?"

James had walked around to her front while he said this and smirked while he looked at her. He grabbed the front of her collar, and then more sternly said, "Well, even though it was a pretty pathetic attempt, I suppose I had better punish you for it. Let's see... oh, I know, I've got just the thing!"

Jenny watched him walk to the back of the garage and dig out what looked like a fishing tackle box. She had a sinking feeling that she knew what he was up to when she saw him pull out two lead weights.

"There," James said as he hooked the weights onto her nipple clamps. "That ought to be a good reminder for the rest of the day that you're not supposed to try to escape. Now, off we go."

The weights increased the pain on Jenny's nipples exponentially. The teeth of her clamps bit down much harder into her tender buds, and she could only imagine how much worse it would get once she started moving. She was outraged that such a severe punishment had been meted out when all she had done was back the tricycle up a couple of feet, and when she'd already been shocked for it anyway! It made her glad that she hadn't succeeded in backing all the way out of the garage, where in all likelihood she would have gotten no help anyway and then probably would have earned an even more severe punishment.

James made the simple forward/back turn that Jenny had been unable to do, and drove the tricycle out of the garage. As Jenny had feared, the added weights pulled terribly on her nipples. The pain from the teeth did start to fade, but the added pulling continued to be quite irritating.

They only went as far as the mansion, where James pulled up to the library and left Jenny in the hallway while he went inside. Jenny was incredulous that she had waited all that time in the garage just so she could peddle this asshole across his driveway and into his house.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a similarly infuriating way. She waited for an hour outside the library, only to be driven through the house to another room where she waited for another hour. He did take her on another long ride later in the afternoon, putting new strain on her already exhausted legs and tortured nipples. He rode her all over his estate until the sun went down, then drove her in to the mansion where she again had to wait by the dining room while he ate. When he was done, she pulled him to a TV room where he finally bid her farewell.

"I suppose that I'll let you off early tonight since it was your first full day," he said. "You were lovely today, dear, everything I hoped you would be. Now, go enjoy your dinner, and don't stay up too late watching porn!"

He pushed a button on his remote and patted her on the rump as the tricycle went into autopilot and steered her away. Jenny knew it was absurd to look forward to being locked back in that little apartment, but she was very ready to get off the damn saddle. However, when she was guided to a stop in her front room, nothing was done to unlock her from her perch. She waited and waited, and started wondering if she had been forgotten. Would she be left sitting there all night? The thought of having to ride out the next morning after a night on the saddle was unbearable, not to mention the fact the she was starving and desperately had to use the toilet.

After what felt like an eternity, but was actually only forty-five minutes, the woman who had oiled and 'dressed' her that morning came into her room. She removed Jenny's head piece, blinders, and the extra cuffs she had placed on her body. She saved the nipple clamps for last, and seemed to take some pleasure in watching Jenny's reaction as blood flowed back into those tormented buds.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind the woman, a panel slid open on the side wall and a Jenny saw some kind of harness extend outward on a mechanical arm. The computer voice announced, "The moment you are released you will step in to the chastity belt."

Chastity belts still exist? , Jenny wondered as her binds started opening. Her collar and wrists were released from the bar behind her, the straps that held her feet in the high heels on the peddles were loosened, and finally the waist belt popped open and the saddle un-cinched. Getting off that saddle was still not easy, and when she did figure out how to slide down, her exhausted legs collapsed underneath her. As she struggled to get up, she got a painful shock from her collar, and the computer voice repeated: "Step into the chastity belt."

I'm trying! She wanted to scream, and got herself over to the belt as quickly as she could. She looked down at the metal and leather contraption and knew that she really didn't want the thing on her body. However, after the long day she didn't have much will to resist and knew that the collar shocks would convince her soon enough anyway. So she went ahead and stepped in, bending her knees until the waist belt was in position. As soon as it was, the belt cinched down around her waist and the crotch piece pulled sharply upwards.

The belt was extremely tight, but not entirely uncomfortable. It was clearly well made and fit her perfectly. The bands were stainless steel but were lined with leather. The front piece flared out to completely cover her pussy. That piece was then connected to the back of the belt with two wide chains that she figured were designed to allow her to use the toilet without removing the belt. Her inspection was cut off by the computer voice: "Place your head under the mechanical arm."

When she did, the arm unlocked and removed her gag. Jenny was quite relieved to have it out. Her jaw had been stretched all day and had long since gone numb.

"You are now free to spend the rest of the night how you want," announced the voice. Jenny was sure that James had programmed that line just to piss her off. 'Free' was certainly not the right word to describe her situation.

She did, however, have a few needs that she could attend to. First up was the toilet, which she had been desperately needing for a while. As she had guessed, the chastity belt allowed her to freely use the toilet, while completely blocking off her pussy. She then took a quick shower and long drink of water. James had done the water bottle trick a couple of times during the day, but she never got as much as she needed. She next dug in to her food pellets the way a hungry dog might. She didn't care how she looked or how the food tasted – she was starving. She was still quite hungry after she finished and was reminded of what James had said about slimming her down. It was even more infuriating now, as she stared at her empty bowl, to think of that lousy jerk putting her on a diet.

Jenny turned her attention to another need she had to take care of: getting some sexual release. She spread her legs and looked down at the chastity belt that was locked around her. The thing was clearly designed not just to keep intruders out, but also to prevent her from getting any satisfaction. Maybe if her fingers hadn't still been trapped in the bondage mitts she might have been able to squeeze them under the tight strap, but as they were they were totally useless.

She tried laying down and humping the floor. She tried pushing her crotch down on the corner of her bed. She tried humping the chair, the corner, her food bowl – anything she could find, but she couldn't get even the slightest pleasure to transmit through to her trapped parts. She felt like a fool, naked except for the collar, mitts and chastity belt and humping everything she could think of, but she was desperate. She searched the apartment for something thin that she might be able to somehow get underneath the cursed belt, but there were almost no objects inside her apartment and nothing that could possibly help her.

Jenny howled in frustration. She didn't generally consider herself to be overly horny, and she didn't masturbate all that often. But she'd been kept at a low level of arousal all day, and had been teased mercilessly by that asshole in the garage. She had told herself repeatedly that she'd at least be able to get off once she was back in this apartment, and now that proved to not be the case. It wasn't enough for James to her control her movement and her diet, he had now also taken control of her sex.

Jenny sat down in a huff on the only chair in the living room. The TV in front of her came on to the only channel she had access to, showing two naked women licking and fondling each other's boobs then playing around tying each other up. It was like rubbing salt in a wound. The only entertainment she had would make her more horny, and she'd still have no way to get release.


Chapter 6

Jenny was awoken in the morning after a fitful and unsatisfying sleep to the same obnoxiously loud beeping and the bright lights as the previous morning. She went through the same morning routine, taking a not-long-enough shower and eating not-enough food. Her gag was replaced and her chastity belt was removed. She actually tried to jam her mitted hands into her crotch as she was ordered to load herself onto the tricycle, but any delay meant more shocks from her collar, and her mitted hands really weren't any good anyway.

The same woman came in to complete her gear. Jenny got the same oil rub-down, but then things changed. She couldn't see much until the woman rolled the mirror back into her room, and then she thought Good god, I'm a playboy bunny!

She was wearing a black and white corset that vaguely resembled a tuxedo. Like before, the corset pushed her breasts up and out, and her nipples had been clamped. This time, those clamps were adorned with white puffy balls, which matched the larger white puffy ball that had been attached just above her butt. Her legs were covered in fishnet stockings that ended a few inches short of her saddle. Black sleeves ran over her mitts up to just above her elbow, and fake tuxedo cuffs had been placed around her wrists. A little black bowtie was tied around her collar and tall black and white bunny ears extended up from her head. The look was completed with some glossy red lipstick and heavy eye shadow.

Jenny was impressed with the new look. Truthfully, she knew she looked fucking hot. She wanted to keep admiring herself, but the woman only gave her a moment before rolling the mirror away. The design hadn't been done for her, it had been done for James and anyone else he wanted to show her off to. Jenny knew that seeing her like this would make any warm-blooded man want to touch her. The fact that she was going to be exposed like this was mortifying, but she also couldn't help getting turned on by it.

Her day was indeed long and sexually frustrating. As she had predicted, James just couldn't keep his hands off of her, and he was happy to let his staff feel away as well. Everyone agreed that her legs felt even more amazing under the fishnets. Something about the puff balls on her nipples made everyone want to bat at them, as if they had no awareness of the metal teeth that held them in place on her sensitive flesh. And the big puff ball behind her seemed to make her ass an irresistible target for pinches and spanks.

James drove her around for a while in the morning, then had to leave for most of the day. Unlike the day before, he let it be known that any of his staff could take her for a spin if they had time. All of the men and a few of the women made the time. It was utterly exhausting. Every one of them wanted to see how fast she could go and how long she could hold the pace. She thought she might get some respite with the women, but those who chose to drive her did it with just as much disregard for her energy level and the pain caused by the shocks.

Frank checked on her periodically, but it was clear that his care wasn't so much for her well-being but just to make sure she wasn't damaged. He himself took her out on the longest rides, finding the fastest position she could maintain, then keeping her there for long stretches.

The old gardener took her for a spin, and Jenny got worried when he brought her to a stop in a distant and secluded corner of the estate. He got out of the chair and started squeezing her boobs. "My wife works here too," he explained, "and I didn't want her seeing me do this. You won't tell her, will you?"

Jenny would have loved to tell on the old pervert, but she didn't know when, if ever, she would get the chance. Being groped by an old man was not her idea of a good time, but as usual there was no way out of it. There was also no way for her to avoid getting aroused when the dirty old man removed her clamps and started licking her nipples. Jesus, this guy could be my grandpa, she thought, has he no decency?

The old gardener could tell that Jenny's nipples had gotten hard and that her body was reacting to his ministrations. "I've still got, don't I?" he said cheerfully before sucking hard on her left nipple, rolling her right one, and squeezing her ass.

Jenny wasn't the only one getting turned on. She was actually pretty amazed to see that the old guy could still get it up. She was also horrified and disgusted when he took his left hand off her ass, zipped down his fly, and pulled out his stiffening dick. With his right hand still kneading her boob, the dirty bastard started jerking himself off. Jenny couldn't believe this was happening. She even tried to peddle backwards to get away, but the gardener had remembered to set the parking break.

It took some time, but eventually the old man started breathing and pumping faster. As he did, he clamped his fingers down tightly on Jenny's nipple and started pulling down on it. Jenny's muffled grunts of pain seemed to turn him on even more, and he pulled all the harder.

Finally, the gardener shot his wad over Jenny's stomach and legs. She was thoroughly disgusted as the cum dripped slowly down her fishnets. Did the bastard have to aim it at her? He cleaned her up carefully, but she still wished that her shower wasn't so many hours away.

"You were great, thanks for giving an old man some excitement. I wish I could return the favor, but it's the boss's orders that you're not allowed to cum."

When James returned later that night, he commented that Jenny was looking a little tired. He called Amanda, the woman that dressed Jenny in the morning, to come freshen her up before the night's event. Jenny didn't want to be freshened, she wanted to be done, but she sat obediently as the woman washed her face, applied new makeup, then straightened out her puff balls, cuffs, and bow-tie.

James next called Frank in to replace the single seat of the tricycle with a double seat. It turned out that James was hosting a big dinner, and Jenny was to be on hand to shuttle guests from the driveway to the ballroom, so she needed the extra capacity.

Jenny was left in the driveway to await the guests' arrival. Next to her, Frank had left a sign that read: Please drive Jenny in to the ballroom. For tips, she appreciates pats on the bottom and squeezes on the breast. Jenny couldn't imagine that random guests would just start touching her private parts because a sign said so, but she was proven wrong by the very first couple to arrive. Both the man and the woman decided to 'tip' her before they even drove her inside, commenting that James always seemed to find the most amazing staff. After dropping off each guest, the tricycle guided Jenny on autopilot back out to the driveway to await the next arrival.

The dinner was a black tie affair. The tuxedos that the men all wore served to highlight how absurd Jenny looked, and even the most revealing gowns that the women wore didn't come close to Jenny's 100% exposure. The tuxedos also nearly disguised one of the male guests that Jenny recognized – the lawyer she had been in touch with just before she had been kidnapped. She couldn't believe her eyes, but of course it made sense. That asshole must have been in cahoots with James all along!

Before mounting the tricycle, the lawyer gave Jenny a thorough inspection. He started off by looking underneath her nipple clamps, feeling the skin just underneath her saddle and checking her feet. He commented that James seemed to be holding up his end of the bargain by taking good care of her. He then ran his hands along her thighs, squeezed her boobs, and patted her ass. He grinned and said that she was definitely upholding her end of the bargain by offering unrestricted access to her incredibly hot body.

Jenny was flabbergasted. She couldn't believe that guy had the gall to show his face, let alone to touch her private parts. And he had said "offering unrestricted access" as if this was something that Jenny was doing of her own volition. That bastard certainly knew full well that that was not the case! Suddenly a shock hit Jenny's crotch and she realized that the lawyer had hoped in and moved her throttle forward while she had been fuming. He topped off his inflammatory commentary by noting that Jenny was a bit slow to react and still needed additional training.

After all the guests were shuttled inside, Jenny was left in the ballroom to serve as eye candy and to carry people to the bathroom or out to their cars to get things they had forgotten (which many of them seemed to do.) Even after being shown off to all of James' staff, it was horribly embarrassing to have to sit there exposed as she was in a room full of rich and well dressed people. She was used to showing off her body as a personal trainer, but this was completely different. Every bit of her outfit shouted sex appeal and all of her charms were on full display. She could tell that she was a topic of conversation at many of the tables, and the butt of many crude jokes.

The guests only got more frisky with her as the wine flowed and the evening wore on. Jenny tried to keep an eye on the man who was supposed to be her lawyer, but of course she had no control over which direction she faced or where she was placed in the room. She only ended up seeing the man once more that night, as she was forced to peddle him back out to his car. He took a little detour on the way, testing out her various speeds. He commented that he was actually quite impressed with how much she had been able to learn so quickly, and predicted that she would be absolutely amazing by the time James was done with her. He made no mention, however, as to just how long that would be. Jenny wanted to scream in frustration at the lack of information as he drove off into the night and she was driven on auto-pilot back into the house that was still largely full of guests who were very ready to continue playing with her.

It was well into the wee hours when Jenny finally peddled the last guests out to the driveway and ferried James to his bedroom. He patted her on the cheek and told her she had been a star, then told her that he was going to let her sleep in the next morning. Just as he was about to hit the button that would have sent her on autopilot back to her room, he said:

"Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you that I had the Like-It-Or-Not Exerciser installed in your room. I was getting worried that your workouts were all legs and no arms, and also that you weren't doing enough stretching. I programmed your room to have you work half an hour on the machine each night when you get back. I know it's kinda late tonight, but I'm sure it will do you good and, well, to be honest I'm too tired to go change the program right now. Good night!"

Jenny couldn't believe what she was hearing. She'd been riding the fucking tricycle around for maybe sixteen or seventeen hours already that day. She was beyond exhaustion. And now, because James was too tired to tap a couple keys, she was in for another grueling half hour workout? Unbelievable!

At least she didn't have to wait for Amanda once she was guided back to her apartment. The dresser was there waiting, looking tired and irritated at having to be up so late to undress Jenny. She took her frustration out on the helpless girl, yanking off nipple clamps and slapping her ass when she was done.

The computer voice gave her two minutes to use the toilet and get a drink of water after releasing her from the tricycle and taking out her gag. Then she was told to hook herself up to the dreaded Exerciser. She actually tried to resist the order. She had only barely been able to keep up with the rowing machine the first time she was on it, and that time she hadn't just biked for sixteen hours. She was sure that James had not lowered the difficulty level, so she knew it was going to be shocking her like crazy when she couldn't keep up. She figured she'd just take the shocks from her collar instead. But her collar just kept doling out longer and more intense shocks, and after the tenth one she simply couldn't refuse.

All the straps on the Exerciser had been modified to close automatically, so that she could strap herself in without the use of her hands. She realized that she wouldn't be able to hold on to the bar, so would be doing all the pulling with the straps around her wrists. Worse, as the belts closed around her waist, she realized that her apartment had not put her back in the chastity belt. There was nothing between her and the Exerciser to dampen the shocks she'd be getting.

Jenny was able to manage the warm up, but fell below the target power almost as soon as the full workout began. The shocks were just as bad as she had feared. Clearly, James had not adjusted them down to make up for her lack of protection. The pain caused her to find some hidden reserves of energy and keep going, but there was no way she could keep up with the sprints.

The burned out girl was relieved beyond words when her cool-down finally wrapped up. She didn't even mind the enforced stretching, knowing that she was finally done working for the day. She did notice that a couple additional stretches had been programmed in. She was still folded in half, stretched tall, then forced into the splits. After that, her feet were brought under her until her heels touched the back of her legs, stretching her quads. Then the pad she was sitting on was pushed up, stretching her stomach and back.

She tried to stumble straight to bed after that, but the computer voice first forced her to put on her chastity belt (as if she had any energy to masturbate), then reminded her that if she skipped dinner she would not get twice the food in the morning. Jenny grudgingly ate her pellets, knowing that she needed the sustenance, then finally collapsed on her bed.

The next seven days all followed the same routine: get dressed in the morning, driven around all day, then at some point in the afternoon or night, get sent back to her apartment for the Exerciser, dinner and sleep.

Every day Amanda had a creative new outfit for her. They all had a few similarities: her boobs were never covered, her nipples always had something clamped to them, and without fail she looked damn sexy. One day she was dressed like a harem slave with gold bands circling her arms and legs and transparent silks doing nothing to hide her body. Another day Amanda went for a full Goth look complete with black leggings, black sleeves, black lipstick and eye-liner, and a spiky collar. The worst part about that outfit were the spiky balls that Amanda hung from her nipples, which bounced around all day poking into the tender skin of her boobs. But even that wasn't as bad the day Amanda dressed her like a horse. She showed Jenny the horse tail attached to her rear and the body paint she had done, then showed her a large horse-head mask. Before pulling it on, she squeezed earplugs into Jenny's ears. The mask then blocked all light from getting to Jenny's eyes. She was ridden around all day without being able to see or hear a thing.

As Jenny had feared, she hadn't been allowed outside of her room without a gag in her mouth a single time. She hadn't talked to anyone but herself since she had been taken captive, which meant that she hadn't been able to beg for leniency or release, or even been able to ask how long she would be kept there. The complete lack of communication and knowledge about her situation was extremely frustrating. Her world had been completely turned upside down, and she had no idea why or how it had been allowed to happen.

Escape remained completely out of the question. Outside of her apartment she was always locked firmly onto her tricycle. And whether she was outside or inside her apartment, she had the leather bondage mitts locked over her hands at all times, rendering her totally helpless even without all the other locks and restraints. Those mitts had only been taken off one time since she'd been taken captive, when Frank had pulled them off to clean her hands. Her wrists were still locked up behind her at the time, so it didn't give her any real freedom, but just the ability to move her fingers felt joyful after all those days in the mitts.

She had also not been given any sexual release the entire time. If her hands weren't locked away from her crotch, then her chastity belt was locked on. The tension this was causing kept building day by day. People were always playing with her nipples and stroking her thighs. She was a sex object, but she wasn't allowed any sex! That same guy who brought her close to a climax the first day repeated his ministrations almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day, always stopping before sending the poor girl over the edge.

The horny girl started watching the porn channel if she got back to her apartment early enough to do anything but go straight to sleep. It was just so boring in her apartment otherwise, and she thought the porn might help with her sexual tension. But all it did was make that tension worse.

One thing that did slowly get better was her ability to peddle the tricycle and pull the rowing machine without getting shocked. She had been put through a workout regimen that she would have never approved as a trainer, but she had to admit that it got results. She was able to keep up with the fastest tricycle setting for brief periods of time, and she could bust out the rowing machine workout with falling below the target level a single time.

On Jenny's tenth day of captivity she was dressed like a sexy devil, complete with horns, red fishnets, and little tridents hanging from her nipple clamps. Amanda had carefully painted red flames all up and down her body, and had even placed red colored contacts in her eyes.

"Ahh, the 'ol sexy devil costume," James said when he first saw her. "That's a fine choice for the day of your first fucking."

He noticed the confused look in her eyes, and said, "Oh, didn't I tell you that I planned on depriving you of sexual pleasure for ten days so that I could give you the ride of your life the first time I fucked you?"

Jenny's emotional reaction to this statement was a turbulent mess. No, he had not told her that. In fact, given that he had not fucked her yet, she had figured that he wasn't going to. It had somehow made sense to her that he would keep her as a sexy slave but not actually fuck her. Maybe that had been part of whatever twisted legal document he had referred to when her first kidnapped her.

Now that she knew she was going to get fucked, she couldn't deny that she was excited about it. The sexual frustration that had been building was driving her insane. But it was still going to be rape, wasn't it? How could she possibly be looking forward to that?

James laughed at the emotions that played out on her face. He ran both hands up and down her thighs and said, "Yeah, I know how bad you want it, but you're going to have to wait a little longer."

And wait she did. The day seemed to drag by even slower than the other days, and it was made worse by the fact that everyone seemed to know that she was going to be getting fucked that day. Her mysterious stimulator snuck behind her five times, bringing her close and whispering in her ear that he could tell she was excited. Frank squeezed his fingers under her saddle as well, claiming the he needed to make sure everything was set to go down there. Even the chef, who had been generally restrained around her, took one of the tridents off her nipple clamps and used it to poker her boobs, butt, and thighs, saying: "Yep, you're good and ready. James sure knows how to slow-cook 'em!"

Indeed, Jenny felt like a piece of meat. After the first week, she wouldn't have thought that her situation could have gotten even more humiliating. But having everyone tell her how hot and ready she looked really took the cake. The worst part was that they were absolutely right. Every time someone touched her that day, her body yearned for more. She was a rolling sex bundle, desperate to explode.

James sent her back to her apartment on the early side that night. She knew something was up when she was released from the tricycle and ordered to strap in to the exerciser without having her costume or gag removed. Maintaining the target power was quite difficult when she was only able to breathe through her nose. It was made even harder by a dastardly modification to the machine: a vibrator had apparently been attached to the inside of her crotch strap, and it ran at low speed throughout her workout. After the day-long tease by James and his staff, this stimulation got her going right away. It had been carefully set, however, to not be enough to get her off.

The vibrations continued through the three stretches, driving Jenny more and more crazy. The time came for her to be released from the splits-stretch, and she was more than ready to get away from the vibrator. She needed rest or release; she couldn't stand more teasing! But the machine didn't let her go. It held her there, arms over her head, legs spread wide, writhing in the stimulation.

After what felt like an eternity, her door opened and James strolled in. Finally! she thought, though she was mistaken if she thought it was going to be quick. Her tormentor walked slowly around her bound body, tracing the flames painted on her skin with his fingers and drinking in the sight of her quivering form.

He stopped along her left side and began massaging her boobs. He released her nipples from the clamps then sucked on her tender nubs as blood rushed back into them, adding to her stimulation overload. When he was done sucking, he clipped on another set of clamps. Instead of metal teeth, these clamps gripped her firmly but gently with soft rubber. James tapped a button on each one and they began to vibrate powerfully, sending new waves of teasing stimulation through Jenny's body.

At last, he moved down and stood between her spread legs. Without releasing the waist belt that held her firmly to her seat, he unhooked her crotch strap and pulled it away from her dripping pussy. The vibrator was removed along with the strap, but those sensations were quickly replaced by teasing licks from James' tongue. Each time the tip of his tongue brushed her clit, it felt as though a shock wave ricocheted across her body. Jenny writhed in her restraints, willing him to hurry up and push her over the edge.

James stood up, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his rock hard cock. But before entering her, he looked into her eyes and said, "Jenny, the choice is yours. Do you want me to fuck you?"

Jenny couldn't believe that he was asking. What kind of choice was that? Her body was way past overload. She was sure she was going to short circuit if she didn't climax soon. This man had kidnapped, tormented, and humiliated her. She knew she shouldn't be giving him permission for sex. But shit, her body wasn't giving her a choice!

She nodded her head vigorously, willing him to hurry. Instead, he tapped a button on his remote control, and all of a sudden two of the walls of the room became transparent. Behind the walls on bleacher seats sat all of James' staff and a handful of his friends, all staring intently at Jenny's writhing body. Maybe worst of all, she saw that bastard lawyer sitting there, grinning down at her naked body.

"Please tell me again, do you want me to fuck you?" James repeated.

The trapped girl was thrown to a new level of humiliation. All of those people were going to see what a wanton whore she was. They knew how badly she had been treated, but Jenny could never tell if they knew she had been kidnapped or if they thought she was some kind of pain slut who had committed to this willingly. That shithead lawyer knew better, but now he was probably just collecting evidence that might end up being used against her. Jenny wished she had the willpower to shake her head 'no', but she simply couldn't bear the thought of going any further without the orgasm that she desperately needed. In front of two dozen witnesses, she nodded her head 'yes.'

"Are you sure? You want me to plunge my dick into you?"

Jenny nodded vigorously and pleaded with her eyes for him to just hurry up and do it! And so, finally, James placed the head of his cock against her dripping pussy lips and slowly slid his length inside. Jenny kept willing him to pump faster, but it was clear that he was going to take his time. As he glided in and out of her, he reached down and placed his thumb over her clit. One hand stroked her spread thigh while the other began tracing circles around her sensitive love button. Even more than the mystery guy who had been teasing her, this man knew how to play her body perfectly. He was a maestro, standing there between her spread legs with full access to her whole body, and he knew exactly how to draw every ounce of passion from her.

Jenny lost all sense of time and dignity as James continued his masterful work. He was pumping in and out of her harder and faster. His fingers had drawn her clit completely out from under its hood and were creating sensations in it that Jenny couldn't even describe. The vibrators on her nipples had continued their work, and James' free hand danced all over her bound body. When he finally erupted into her, Jenny had no idea if she too was orgasming for the first time, or if it was only the last and most explosive in a long string or orgasms that might have started hours earlier for all she knew.

Jenny slowly regained her sense of place as she heard wild applause coming from her audience. She was almost too blissful to care that all those people had just watched James play her like a well-tuned instrument. Almost. As she drifted back down to earth, the thought that all of them had just watched that performance became harder and harder to cope with. Her sex had been a performance for them, and she was the unwitting actress who had nonetheless played her part perfectly.

To make matters worse, James opened the door to her apartment and invited everyone to walk through and give Jenny their compliments. Still bound down securely, with her gag fully inflated, her legs spread wide, and juices dripping from her fully exposed pussy, Jenny watched as James' staff and friends eagerly got up and walked towards her door. Every last one of them felt the need to touch her as they told her how much they had enjoyed watching her. Many of them took the liberty of brushing the pussy lips that had always been covered up before, getting a little encore performance from the now overly-stimulated girl who desperately needed a rest.


Chapter 7

The morning after her first fuck, Jenny woke up to see that the tricycle had been removed from her room. This would have been relieving, except that another wheeled contraption had taken its place. It consisted of a metal box on four wheels that was three-feet wide and six-feet long. On one end, the box was about three-feet tall. Half-way along its length, the top of the box dropped down and became only about a foot tall. That height change formed a seat, where a cushion and back rest had been affixed. From that seat on the middle of the box, a person would have access to a steering wheel and a few levers.

It was pretty clear that James was going to be sitting on that seat, and that Jenny was going to be stuck inside the box. She could only guess what would happen from there.

The computer voice began giving her a new set of instructions. She started with a gag as usual, though this time she saw that she was biting down on a ring gag. It still felt far from comfortable as the harness that held it in place was tightened over her head, but the ability to breathe through her mouth would be a big improvement over the inflatable gag.

Once her chastity belt was removed, the taller end of the box dropped open and she was instructed to slide inside on her back. It wasn't easy to get her head all the way back into the thin end of the box, but her collar gave her plenty of encouragement. The back of the box closed behind her, sealing her in and cutting off all light and sound. It felt a lot like a coffin, but Jenny didn't have time to worry too much as the instructions continued. Those instructions were now given through some kind of speaker inside the box since she could no longer hear anything from outside.

In the dark, she had to push her collar down until it clicked into something underneath her. Her arms had to be crossed behind her back and inserted into a trough underneath her that must have extended below the bottom of the box, since she was still able to lay somewhat-comfortably on her back . A belt automatically tightened around her waist, then she was told to put her feet into the shoes at the end of the box. Once her feet were locked in, they were pushed up towards the front of the box until her thighs were vertical.

The worst part had been saved for last. Jenny felt a well-lubricated dildo slide between her butt cheeks. She tried to clench down and prevent it from entering her, but the slippery thing had been positioned perfectly and was being pushed by a motor that was easily able to overcome her efforts to stop it.

Jenny had actually tried using a butt plug once a few years earlier, just to see what it was like. She had not entirely disliked the sensation, but she'd thought it was a little too weird for her and she got rid of the thing. Now, it quickly became obvious that the plug being shoved into her was both wider and longer than the one she had experimented with, and she was not enjoying it one bit. She screamed through her ring gag as the plug continued to stretch her sphincter and invade her anus. Unfortunately, no one could hear her from outside the box, and of course no one came to her aid. She was at the mercy of this machine, and would be simply ripped apart if it turned out that her captor had chosen too large a plug.

It turned out that Jenny didn't get ripped apart, though it felt like she should have been. Her sphincter closed around the somewhat narrower end of the plug. She tried to squeeze it out, but couldn't even get it to budge. It was stuck there until someone removed it for her, and given past experience, it was entirely likely that that wouldn't happen until the end of the day.

After half an hour of uncomfortable waiting, Jenny felt someone climb on top of the box. She heard her speakers click, then James' voice was piped in: "I see you've found your way into my new toy. Gord just finished making this for me, and I think you're going to be really impressed. He's calling it the Female Drive, or FD. You see, the tricycle was excellent for transportation around my estate, but I just couldn't take you off my property like that without people asking questions. With the FD, you'll be able to power my transportation all over town! Isn't that great?"

Jenny had tried screaming through her gag when James first started talking. She could form some words through the ring gag, and she thought this might be her best chance to give him a piece of her mind. James, however, didn't even slow his speech even when Jenny screamed at the top of his lungs. Apparently the box really was totally sound proof, and whatever speaker system he was using only went one way.

"Alright, let's give it a try!" James said enthusiastically. "You're going to power the FD by pushing your legs straight then pulling them back to your current position, kinda like you were doing squats at a gym. I control the speed by moving the throttle forward or back, which is going to adjust the angle of the plug up your ass. Just like the tricycle, this baby is programmed to deliver shocks if you don't provide the right amount of pushing. The shocks will hit your butt plug if you're not pushing hard enough and they'll hit your feet if you're pushing too hard."

"The programming for the FD is actually a lot smarter than the tricycle. It's got a number of gears that shift automatically, so we'll be able to move a lot faster. And the throttle and shocks are based on how much power you provide, not just speed. You'll appreciate that when I jam the throttle all the way forward from a dead stop. As long as you start pushing hard right away you'll avoid the punishment, unlike the Tricycle where you would have been punished until you got us moving at top speed. But enough chatter, you ready to go?"

Jenny wasn't ready, and she certainly didn't appreciate the minor improvement in the control technology. How about not punishing her at all? Heck, how about getting her the fuck out of this thing and letting her go!?

That, of course, was not to be. The speaker clicked off, plunging her back into a silence that matched the total darkness inside the box. All communication would now be coming through her butt plug. She felt the plug angle itself upwards within her ass, stretching her sphincter even more than it was already stretched. She had no way of knowing how hard that required her to push; she was just going to have to learn via trial and error.

Hoping that the new uncomfortable angle of her plug was supposed to be a fairly high setting, she went ahead and pushed down hard with her feet. Right away, the shoes she was locked into delivered a painful shock that involuntarily made her feet try to pull away. But as soon as they did that, she was hit by an even more painful shock from her butt plug. She had been worried about those shocks, and rightfully so as pain seared around her sphincter.

The guess and check that was required to find the right amount of effort was infuriating. The asshole above her could have just told her to go faster or slower, or at least let her get a feel for the required speeds without the excruciating shocks. But no, just as on the tricycle he was throwing her straight into the deep end. And just like the tricycle, she knew that it was going to take hours of practice to learn all of the throttle settings.

Jenny quickly decided that she hated the FD's throttle system even more than the tricycle's. It was true that she could avoid shocks from a cold-start by pushing with a constant amount of force, but that was no simple task as the vehicle started to pick up speed and especially when it changed gears on her. She decided that the shocks themselves were probably equally painful, but there was something infinitely more humiliating about being controlled via a dildo that was jammed up her ass. It was as if she had a rectal joystick plugged into her body, and it had to be carefully paid attention to and immediately obeyed.

It turned out that the first throttle setting James had used was just about the slowest one possible. As he kept pushing the throttle further, Jenny would think that surely her plug couldn't angle and stretch her any further. She was proven wrong about a dozen times as her plug pulled on her harder and harder and she was forced to push with ever more force. Just as on the tricycle, the top speed was something that she simply wasn't able to maintain. That didn't stop James from leaving it there and forcing her to do her best.

Jenny also decided that the sensory deprivation of the box was worse than being on display on the tricycle. She had no idea where she was or what was going on outside of her tight coffin. It also quickly got quite hot inside. There must have been some sort of air supply set up, but it did nothing to cool her hard-working body.

At one point, while her dildo was in the full stop position, the silence of her box was interrupted by a conversation James was having with someone else. He must have flipped the speakers on so she could hear. The other guy was complimenting James on his new electric cart. James was bragging about how fast he could go and how far he could drive it on a single charge, then she heard him say: "So, you want to give it a spin?"

Jenny was pissed. The butt plug up her ass was going to be yanked around by some stranger who didn't even know that moving the throttle was causing her pain. She knew that James must find that hilarious, and she wanted to disobey just so she could hear the stranger tell James that his cart didn't work. But she simply couldn't bring herself to ignore the shocks from her plug. She ended up giving the stranger an excellent demonstration, and earned James praise for the impressive power of the cart's 'motor.'

James turned the box's speakers on and off periodically, taunting the girl trapped inside with little auditory glimpses of the world outside, then plunging her back into silence. It became clear that she had powered the FD all the way in to town, and that he was making various stops around the commercial district. He sometimes left the speaker on when he parked, making it obvious that he was just leaving her alone on the side of the road. One of those times, a group of teenagers started talking about how cool the cart looked. One of them got on it and started moving the throttle forward and back. James must have put the FD in some sort of 'park' setting, because Jenny couldn't push or pull her legs and wasn't getting shocked. But the plug was still wrenched around inside her ass, unbeknownst to the boys sitting practically on top of her.

Later, after a long stretch of hard pushing and silence, Jenny's monotonous work was suddenly interrupted by a source of light. She looked down her nose to see that two small panels had been opened in the box directly above her boobs. The board below her back then pushed her upwards, smashing her face into the box and pushing her boobs up through the panels. It was quite a surprise, and caused her to slow her pace, which in turn caused an anal shock that quickly got her back up to speed.

As she continued to push with her legs, she felt what must have been James' sock covered feet start to rub her now-exposed breasts. She had thought she would be safe from groping while stuck inside this horrible contraption, and was dismayed to find that James could play with her boobs even easier than he could have with the tricycle.

Jenny noticed that she could hear faint sounds from outside, and realized that of course her chest wasn't making a sound-tight seal against the box. She started screaming through her gag, hoping that someone might hear her. But James had chosen a fairly deserted stretch of road on which to pull out his girl's boobs, and no one was around to hear the muffled cries.

James was also able to quickly deal with the disturbance. He bent over, opened a panel above Jenny's face, and slid a short inflatable dildo through her ring gag. The dildo clicked into place over the ring. James proceeded to inflate it until her tongue was pressed firmly down, her cheeks were full, and she was reduced to making the faintest muffled grunts.

Jenny tried to shake her head no, looking up at her tormentor and begging with her eyes for him to remove the dildo. He just patted her cheek and said, "Sorry dear, does that make it harder for you to breath? Guess you should have thought of that before you started making a racket. And hey, it could be worse, I could be doing this."

The sadistic jerk pinched her nose closed. Jenny was still being forced to pump away at a fairly fast pace, and needed a lot of oxygen to do it. She slowed, got shocked, sped back up again, then felt herself start to lose consciousness before James released her and allowed her to breathe again. He pinched her cheek and said, "Your desperation look is simply adorable. I'll have to do that again. But for now, back in you go."

He pushed the panel closed over her face, plunging her again into darkness. Jenny was used to breathing hard through her nose after all the time on the tricycle, but she still hated it. She also hated what James was doing to her breasts. She felt him clip tight clamps over her nipples, then started feeling periodic tugs on one or both of them. She correctly guessed that James had tied strings to the clamps so that he could pull on them without even bending down from his chair. As she worked strenuously to transport him back to his mansion, he amused himself by poking at her boobs with his toes and tugging away at her helpless nipples.

In the middle of James' boob play, Jenny was confused when she felt her back rapidly drop down and saw the panels above her boobs close. Her butt plug then angled towards the stop position. A moment later, the situation was clarified when James turned her speaker on. A cop had pulled him over! Jenny's hopes soared, only to be dashed when the cop explained the reason for the pull-over.

"Sir, if you want to drive this thing on the road, you are going to have to add front and rear lights. You're not moving as fast as other bigger vehicles, and I don't want you getting hurt out here."

Jenny was dismayed, and pissed that the cop was worried about James getting hurt. She tried to shake and make as much noise as she could, but didn't even come close to making herself known. James and the cop struck up a conversation about the supposedly electric vehicle, and James proved his cockiness by offering the cop a test drive. Soon enough, the person that should have been Jenny's salvation was instead unknowingly playing with her butt plug joystick and forcing her to propel him around.

James wasn't done demonstrating his confidence. When the cop was gone, he opened a panel that uncovered Jenny's full torso and face. While still pumping away with her legs, Jenny's back and head were pushed up until her torso was vertical. Her arms were still held crossed behind her back, and her head was left directly in front of James' crotch. Jesus, Jenny thought, is he really going to do this out here on a public road?

Sure enough, James pulled the dildo out from her ring gag and replaced it with his own stiffening cock. She tried to push him out with her tongue, but that only served to make him harder. She also got a rectal shock for her efforts as she lost her concentration on keeping up the pace.

James slid the end of his dick back and forth from the tip of her tongue to the back of her mouth, then, once he was fully erect, he looked down at her and asked, "How are you at deep throat?"

Jenny gurgled a curse at him around his cock, to which James replied, "Here, I'll give you something to take your mind off it." She watched helplessly as he pushed the throttle all the way forward, stretching her sphincter to the max and forcing her to push with everything she had. As usual, it wasn't good enough. As the first punishment shock ripped into her tortured ass, James plunged his cock down her throat. She gagged, but had no way to pull herself off him.

James started thrusting in and out of her throat in time with the intensifying rectal shocks that Jenny was receiving. She tried desperately to get her pace up, but the top speed was all but impossible even under the best conditions. Gagging on a cock that was being rammed down her throat turned out to be far from the best conditions.

To top it all off, James grabbed the strings that were still tied to her nipple clamps and began tugging them each time he thrust his cock forward. Jenny didn't have much of any wiggle room, but still was forced to try to lean forward into James cock when her nipples were tugged. Each thrust then became a triple-whammy: a rectal electric-blast followed by a tug on the nipples and James' cock plunged deep. As Jenny continued to miss the required pace, the shocks began coming faster. James kept the pace with his tugs and thrusts, and was soon giving Jenny's helpless throat a rapid-fire fucking.

As the shocks blurred into one long unbearable blast, James held his dick completely buried in Jenny's throat and erupted into her. He held himself there until his spasms subsided, then slowly pulled himself out as he pulled the FD throttle down to a slow speed. Jenny gasped in air and was finally able to meet the slow pace and stop her rectal torment.

James kept her in the vertical position. He cupped her chin in his hand and ordered, "Look up at me, angel."

Jenny did not want to make eye contact with the man who had just made a sperm deposit in her stomach. She also did not want to do anything to anger him. Within easy reach, James had access to a number of things she did not want him to use: the throttle that would spell shocks and exhaustion, the inflatable dildo that would make breathing much more difficult, and the strings that could transmit painful tugs to her aching nipples. No, humiliated as she was, she did not want to give him any reason to make things harder for her, so she went ahead and looked up.

"Good girl. I just wanted to let you know how happy I have been with your services since you came to work for me full-time. Your talents were really being wasted when you were just my personal trainer. And it was so difficult to have to get your permission for every little thing I wanted to do. Like, do you remember how much you complained after you got stuck in that butt tester? That was only half an hour or so, and you were fully clothed, not really tied down very much, and just getting little pokes and slaps on your rump. I had to console you so much just to get you to come back the next day.

"Compare that to now: you're completely naked, totally trapped, and powering my vehicle. Instead of little pokes to your butt cheeks, you have a massive plug up your ass that was giving you powerful electric shocks. But instead of having to coddle and cajole you, I get to play with your tits and fuck your face. And I don't have to worry about you not coming back tomorrow! Really, it is just so much better this way!"

Jenny, of course, did not share James' enthusiasm for their new work arrangement. She simply couldn't control her anger anymore, and started to shout through her gag: "You fucking assho..."

James cut her off by putting three dirty fingers into her mouth and pushing her tongue down, then giving a hearty laugh at her startled and disgusted expression. "Oh, and I didn't even mention the best part – I love not having to listen to you! Personal trainers should all come with gags!"

With that, he pushed the inflatable dildo through her ring gag, filled it up, then pushed a button that caused her torso to be lowered back down into the box. He kept the panel open, though, so that he could rest his feet on her body as she powered them back home.

That night, Jenny noticed a couple of changes to her apartment. Her water tube had been moved down close to the floor—and replaced with a dildo. If she wanted to drink, she was going to have to get on her knees and suck on the fake cock. Her food dish was also moved down to the floor. She would be doing all of her eating and drinking on her knees from then on.

Three new pieces of equipment had also been left in her room. She was unhappy to recognize the back-stretching device that James had used on her a few months earlier. The other two also turned out to be automatic stretching machines. One stretched her hamstrings by spreading her legs and bending her over a bar. The other found a way to push her elbows together behind her back while at the same time pulling her feet over her head. That one sure did stretch her, but she was sure that the point of the equipment was more to display her body than help her muscles recover.

It turned out that the stretching machines did more than just display her body. At the end of a day, she was often required to bite down on her ring/dildo combo gag before being put through the stretches without her chastity belt. That almost always meant that at some point during the stretching James would enter her room and take advantage of her.

The first night she had the new equipment, James had come in while she was bent over the bar. Her ass was held high and fully available to him. He started off by giving her a healthy spanking, then said that using her ass during the day as a joy stick had made him pretty excited to fuck her there. He figured that there was no time like the present. Jenny, whose ass it was that had been stretched and tormented all day, certainly didn't think the present was the right time, but had no say in the matter.

The legs-over-the-head stretcher obviously led to some hard pussy pounding from her captor. The back-stretcher, however, was less obvious. It took another week before Jenny got fucked in it, and she was quite appalled to learn that James intended to fuck her throat while she was trapped with her back bent. The position was already quite exquisitely painful. James made it even more painful by tying a rope from the back of her head harness down to a hook that he jammed up her ass. This forced her head all the way back, keeping her throat wide open and ready for James' cock to be thrust down.


Chapter 8

After that first day in the FD, two days passed when Jenny didn't see the terrible contraption and instead only rode the tricycle. She thought maybe the encounter with the cop, harmless though it had turned out to be, had scared James off. It turned out that he was just making modifications, which he happily showed off to her as soon as they were ready. The little cart now sported a full array of headlights, rear lights, and turn signals. What made James so proud of the modifications was the fact that they would all be powered by the human motor in the box. The generation of electricity would make it slightly harder for Jenny to push and pull, but James said that he was willing to make that sacrifice so that he wouldn't have to use wasteful batteries or fossil fuels.

The small added effort required by the lights was more of an irritation to Jenny than an actual hardship. At least, it was minor until James started to accessorize his vehicle. He added a radio, a cell phone charger, and some decorative lighting. The addition that really pissed off the hard working 'motor' was an air conditioner. This by far added the most work to Jenny's job, and was easily the most absurd. James sat on the open top of the vehicle, so the stream of chilled air did little to cool him off. Jenny, on the other hand, was working away inside the sweltering interior of the box, and had to do all the extra work without getting any of the benefit of the cooling.

With the FD back in service, Jenny spent her days alternating between it and the tricycle depending on James' transportation needs. She would often be woken up early and dressed for the tricycle only so that she could take her captor out for a quick morning ride. While he ate breakfast, she would be led back to her apartment on autopilot, where she would have to quickly transfer herself to the FD in time to drive James to town. Then, unless he was out with the FD very late at night, he would almost always have her transfer back to the tricycle so he could ride her around his mansion and just generally appreciate her decorated body.

A few days after the electric accessories were added to the FD, Jenny's old stationary bike appeared back in her apartment. That night, as James was fucking her in the splits position, he excitedly told her about his new idea.

"It's the perfect addition to the tricycle and the FD. See, the tricycle is excellent for getting me around my estate. The FD is superb at getting me around town. But, as strong as you are, sometimes I just need to go further and faster than the FD allows. It always makes me feel bad, though, to burn fossil fuels for my transportation. I'm so much happier when I know that my mobility is being powered by you. It's better for the planet, and it just makes me so feel good."

"So I came up with the perfect solution! I bought an electric car, and I've hooked up your old stationary bike so that you can generate the electricity to charge the batteries. You can do it during your down time at night when I don't need you on either of the other vehicles. I even bought a second set of batteries so that you can work on charging one set while I'm out with the other. I've also added a waist harness to the bike so that you can get any speed-correction shocks to your crotch and ass the way you're used to."

To say the least, Jenny did not share James' enthusiasm for this new plan. She was already getting far more exercise than she thought her body should have been capable of performing. Now James was going to take what little rest she had and make her charge his stupid car?

When James was done fucking her, he briefly left so that she could lock herself on to the bike, then came back to do a little more gloating. After a very brief warm-up, the bike forced Jenny to start peddling at a fast but manageable pace. James patted her hard-working legs and made a contented sigh before leaving her alone.

Jenny was left to peddle alone for the next four hours. Even after all the other workouts she had been through, she had never known such extreme exhaustion. She had already spent a full day hauling that asshole around. She needed sleep, but instead the shocks to her crotch kept her peddling hard late into the night.

A small panel in front of her showed the charge-level of the battery, which crept up ever so slowly as she cranked away. After four hours, she had only given the batteries a partial charge. It certainly gave her an appreciation of just how much energy it takes to drive. She just wished the lecherous old bastard who would be doing the driving had a better appreciation!

Days and weeks started to blur for Jenny. Her body slowly got used to the super-human demands that were placed on it. She was generally given six hours of sleep per night. Otherwise, every waking moment that wasn't on the tricycle or the FD was spent charging batteries on the bike.

Aside from the sleep, her only rest came when she was waiting on the tricycle or inside the FD for James to drive her somewhere else. The truly galling final piece was that she was still forced to use the rowing machine for thirty minutes every day. James continued to believe that she needed this to keep her workouts 'balanced.'

As hard as it was to adjust to the physical demands, Jenny found it far harder to deal mentally with the situation she was trapped in. She was a mute piece of meat, used only for her power and her sex. People talked at her sometimes, but she was always kept gagged when she was outside her apartment, and she was never allowed to talk to them. The one-sided conversations she ended up in with James or someone on his staff always centered on the same things: how good she looked in Amanda's latest outfit creation, or how impressive her peddling skills were becoming.

The lack of mental stimulation was driving her nuts. She was sometimes able to listen in to an interesting conversation, but even those were getting less frequent. When she was trapped in the FD, James turned the speakers on less and less, sealing her in silence as she worked to transport him to unseen destinations. Even when she was on the tricycle, James started taking away her ability to hear more and more frequently. He decided he liked the horse costume with its full head covering, and had Amanda design a few other masks that similarly sealed her ears.

Jenny was gradually forced to accept her role as simply a beast of burden. She was obviously not a trainer to James anymore, a fact that was rubbed in one day when she peddled James down to the gym and was introduced to his new trainer. Jenny had immediately both hated and felt sorry for the woman. The new trainer was younger than Jenny, had larger boobs, and was dressed in a skimpier outfit than Jenny had ever worn back when she had a choice. The captive trainer hated the free trainer just for moving around and talking and being able to go home at night and all the other things she no doubt took for granted. Jenny also had to feel sorry for the gal, knowing that James had no doubt selected her for her physical charms and guessing at what fate might lie in store for her. As jealous as she was, Jenny couldn't wish that fate on anyone.

No, the physical, and especially the mental, torment were not something to wish even on a hated enemy. Jenny existed in order to meet her master's transportation needs and his sexual needs, nothing more. For a while, she tried to keep her mind active by thinking up mental puzzles or drafting imaginary stories in her head. But as the months dragged by, those things became harder and harder for her to do. With all the physical exhaustion of her daily life, she just couldn't find the mental energy to come up with those puzzles or stories. All she thought about was her work and all she hoped for was the periodic sexual release that her master gave her. She became an animal and a toy, through and through.


Epilogue

Exactly three months after entering James' full-time service, Jenny awoke in her apartment to find a set of regular street clothes laid out for her. She hadn't dressed herself in so long that she nearly forgot how. She also hadn't worn anything this concealing. She felt wrong pulling on pants that fully covered her legs and a shirt that didn't reveal her boobs. Nevertheless, she obediently followed her computer's commands to put on the clothes, allow a gag to be locked on, then get locked onto the exercise bike. She had long since stopped hesitating or questioning anything she was told to do.

As she sat on the bike waiting for the day's activities to begin, Jenny's mind passed briefly over the crazy party that James had thrown the night before. After she had ferried all his guests inside, she had been sent back to her room and transferred to her hamstring stretcher. There were a few modifications. Her ass was still held high, with her legs held straight and spread beneath her. A bar had been added that connected to her collar and held her head up. The fact that she had also been forced to insert the ring/dildo gag combination left little doubt as to the purpose of that modification.

As Jenny continued to wait she thought about how many times she had been fucked in that modified stretching machine the night before. All of her holes were available, and every male guest must have made use of at least one of them. Many of the women weren't shy about playing with her body either. Jenny might have recognized the party as a farewell event, except that such a thing seemed completely impossible to her after so long in captivity.

James walked in and began saying things that at first made no sense to her: "Jenny-dear, you have served me so well for the past three months. It has truly been a pleasure to use your body for my transportation and entertainment needs. You have served me very well, and it saddens me to now have to say goodbye."

Jenny's mind slowly caught on that something momentous was happening. James stroked her hair and continued, "In a few minutes, your exercise bike is going to guide you back to your own house and then set your free. You will be paid six million dollars for the excellent service you have given me. I chose that amount because it should be enough to allow you to live quite comfortably for the rest of your life, if you invest it and manage it well. Also, I estimate that it is twice as much as you could possibly hope to receive if you end up suing me. Of course, that is now your choice, but with my legal resources the outcome would be far from certain, and you would end up with far less money."

Jenny's face was showing complete bafflement, so James patted her cheek and added, "I'm sure this is a lot for you to take in right now. Don't worry, all the terms have been written out and left for you in your house, as well as sent to your lawyer."

James slid his hands underneath her shirt and took a firm hold of her breasts. "I sure am going to miss these," he said as he squeezed, "and all the rest of you for that matter. I am going to let you keep this bike. If you ever want to re-enter my service, all you have to do is hop on and it will guide you right back to me. Though you should know that you'll be signing up for a much longer term of service if you do that."

At last, James said his final goodbyes and gave his ex-slave one last swat to her ass as she began peddling and was guided out of the room. She couldn't really believe that she was actually being set free. It was quite a frightening concept. She had long since come to think of herself as a slave, and she had no idea what she would do with freedom. Who would adorn and admire her sexy body? Who would fuck her brains out? How would she get motivated to do anything without electric shocks hitting her throat or ass or pussy?

Most importantly, would she voluntarily get back on this bike once she was released? Would she sign herself up to continue with a life that may be extraordinarily difficult, but was less scary than trying to readjust to a different life that she had long since forgotten.