Foreword
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This is a short piece of MC fluff with FF/lezdom sex and elements of humiliation and non-consent; other minor kinks are in the tags. It might be the first chapter of a longer story, but for now it's a standalone short story.
A Traditional Gymnasium
Nancy shifted her weight from one foot to another as she stood at the gym's counter filling out a guest form. She'd recently moved to a new city thanks to a transfer at work, coupled with a hefty raise. Although that had been a boon professionally, it had left the rest of her life in a disquieting state of flux. Back when she lived in an apartment she'd had access to a gym in the same building, but as a new homeowner she was left looking for a commercial alternative. The so-called 'Traditional Gymnasium' was very conveniently located between her house and her office, so she'd decided to check it out.
Nancy had been a little surprised that the exercise floor was not visible from the lobby, accessible only after going through one of the locker rooms. The attendant had explained it was to deter gawkers, and that the only windows looked out on a private courtyard. Something seemed slightly off about that, but the woman working the counter was friendly and helpful, so Nan decided to give the place a chance.
"There you go," Nancy said, handing the completed form to the attendant, whose name tag suggested she was called Clara. "Is there anything else you need from me?"
The fit young woman smiled at Nancy and said, "Just another couple of minutes of your time to do a quick run-through of the rules!" She slid another piece of paper across the counter and pointed at the top item. "Most of these are pretty standard, but there's one that throws some people off, so we moved it to the first spot."
Nancy raised an eyebrow as she read, "'Cellphones, cameras, or other recording devices are not allowed in the exercise rooms'. Do you actually enforce that?"
Clara nodded her head and said, "It's too distracting for a lot of people, and there have been issues with surreptitious pictures and videos being taken. So if we find someone using one in there, they won't be welcomed back. We
do
allow smart watches and similar devices, though, as long as they don't have a camera. We can also rent you one that can be tethered to your phone if you're concerned about missed calls or the like."
Nancy hesitated, but finally said, "I guess I'll just leave mine in a locker this time." She was a little leery of pairing her phone with a rental device, as it seemed like a good way for someone to steal her data. If she liked the place enough, she could simply buy her own smartwatch before her next trip. They quickly ran down the rest of the rules list and then she was free to enter the women's locker room.
"We hope you enjoy your workout!" Clara said happily as she slid the form into a file folder.
The first thing Nancy noticed about the locker room was its silent emptiness. She supposed it wasn't peak hours, but the parking lot had looked full enough that she'd have expected someone else to be changing or showering. The simplest explanation was probably that the gym had a disproportionate number of men, which she supposed might help explain the need to ban perving with a camera. She frowned, but decided to carry on anyway, figuring it would be fine for an hour or two. Besides, the gym's bulletin board had indicated there were regular classes, some of which would probably attract disproportionate numbers of women, so she could try scheduling her trips to coincide with those events if necessary.
The room did provide one source of noise, however, and it was mildly irritating. An overhead light was flickering and buzzing, and it happened to be in the center of the room, so it was inescapable. Everything else seemed to be clean, shiny, and high quality, though, so Nancy just shrugged and decided she'd tell Clara it needed replacing on her way out. She picked a locker at random and opened it, then stepped back, coughing slightly. A veritable miasma of some sweet-smelling scent had emerged when she did so, and although it was a pleasant enough aroma, it was thick and cloying. She tried a couple of others but met with the same results, deducing that it must be some kind of cleaning chemical that they used, or perhaps something to mask accumulated odors of sweaty clothes. She was already getting acclimated to it, though, so she eventually just returned to the first one and put her purse and other goods inside it.
As Nancy removed her shirt and jeans, she started to get a weird feeling, almost like she was being watched. Nervously, she looked all around her but confirmed she was alone. The buzzing noise sounded almost like a distant conversation, and the flickering light cast strange shadows, so she convinced herself that it was just a hallucination. She threw an annoyed look up at the light and found herself staring at it for a rather long time. Shaking her shoulders with a sudden chill, Nan removed her bra and slid off her panties, frowning very slightly as she did so. She placed her clothes carefully in the locker and then shut it, securing the door with her combination lock.
Nancy started walking to the exit leading to the exercise room, but suddenly realized she'd forgotten to get dressed in her workout clothes. "What the fuck?!" she exclaimed, looking down at her nude form. "Where the hell was my mind? Why would I even take off my panties?" She tried to turn around and correct her incomprehensible oversight, but to her alarm, her body continued on its way to the door. With mounting horror, she watched her arm reach out and push it open, allowing her to walk through.
***
Nancy trembled with terror and shame as she entered the exercise room, trying to conceal her nakedness with her hands, or at least hunch over a little bit, but to no avail. Her medium-sized breasts, feeling hot and tight from her mounting embarrassment, were on proud display, and her somewhat unkempt thatch of dark brown fuzz was visible to anyone who cared to look. Distracted by her predicament, it took Nancy a while to realize she wasn't alone in her awkward condition.
Gazing around the room, it soon became obvious that the clientele was almost entirely women, which came as something of a surprise, although the fact they were all equally naked was a horrifying shock. In fact, it looked like the only men on the floor were employees, as each one was wearing the same color of shirt, although she could only see a logo on the ones facing away from her. Nancy shivered, and her jaw felt like it was quivering as she walked boldly up to one of the guys, who seemed unoccupied except for a clipboard he was examining.
"Hello. I'm a new member," Nancy said in a monotone voice, standing straight and stiff, almost at attention. The man looked at her and smiled, holding up a finger as if to ask her to wait, not that she had any choice in the matter. He consulted a smartwatch on his wrist, pressing and swiping for a moment, then returned his attention to her.
"Nancy, right?" he asked. When she nodded, he continued, "Super. Happy to have you! What kind of workout regimen are you on?"
To her surprise, Nancy began giving the man a detailed and accurate description of her normal routines and workout goals, albeit still in a somewhat robotic tone of voice. To her even greater astonishment, the man flipped to a new sheet on his clipboard and took notes, occasionally asking for clarification on certain points and nodding his head.
"Looks like you're doing great on your own!" he praised, which sent a tingle of pleasure through Nancy's sex and made her nipples throb, although she was unable to vocalize either her enjoyment or her anxiety. "We can help you fine-tune things, but for now let's check your conditioning." The man winked as he said it, smiling like there was an inside joke. As it so happened, she was the butt of it.
"Nancy: Tits!" the man said, and she suddenly thrust her chest out, reaching up to cup her breasts from beneath, as if offering them for inspection or play.
"Nancy: Nipples!" This time, her fingers tweaked and teased the teats in question, causing them to get even more stiff and rubbery. Her jaw quivered again, and she realized she was trying to grind her teeth, but couldn't even control her body that much.
"Nancy! Ass!" She spun around and bent over, then spread her cheeks at another order, followed by bending further to show off her vagina, although the man's command used the word 'cunt', which she despised.
The entire time, Nancy was expecting, and dreading, to be groped or penetrated, but the man seemed content to simply humiliate her by testing her obedience to his demeaning instructions. She didn't completely avoid getting touched by him, but it was only a few innocuous brushes and prods to correct her posture, as he ran through a list of provocative poses and facial expressions for her to assume.
"You took to the programming better than most!" the man praised, which again sent an unwanted thrill of arousal bouncing around inside Nancy. His hand slid down to her ass, the closest he'd yet come to physically molesting her, but he simply nudged her toward a stand of exercise bikes along one wall. "Let's get you started on some cardio. Take machine number four: it's already pre-set for your routine."
Nancy walked the rest of the way to the machines alone, first noticing that there was another naked woman riding the bike next to hers, and then realizing that the seat of the machine was actually a dildo. Horrified, she couldn't prevent her body from acting on autopilot: it reached out and grabbed a bottle of lubricant, conveniently located next to the bike, and poured some on the plastic phallus. She worked her hand up and down it a few times before straddling the machine. She stabbed her hips down in a very business-like way, with no build-up or hesitation. It didn't hurt when it slid inside her, which was a relief, although she still felt violated.
The woman next to her waited until Nancy was pedaling, which had the effect of thrusting the dildo in and out of her sex, before she talked. "New girl, huh?" Nancy didn't think she was allowed to speak for herself, but when she tried, she discovered that she had some slight control over her words and actions again.
"Yes. I wish I'd never seen this place," Nancy said, glancing over at the woman she assumed was a fellow victim. "How are they controlling us?" Her voice sounded far too serene for how terrified and degraded she felt, but at least she could communicate, and maybe seek help.
The woman, whose dusky skin tone and delicate features suggested a mélange of ancestry, confessed, "I have no idea. But it's as absolute as they want it to be. Most of the time you're free to do whatever you want, except tell anyone on the outside, or try to escape, or that kind of thing."
