The Kingdom Ch. 16

"Keet hedaling," Tasha panted to me, nodding down toward my feet. "Yoo don't hahnna crant ut."

I nodded in understanding and obediently resumed pedaling. She was right. By my estimation, we were only about an hour into our workout. The last thing I needed was to start cramping up. As it would turn out, however, there was something else that was even less ideal than muscle cramps...

To Tasha's and my mutual shock, the plexiglass enclosure suddenly became filled with the loud sound of buzzing. I nearly choked on the water I was in the process of swallowing as the phalluses inside my orifices suddenly began vibrating violently. Across from me, I saw Tasha practically leap out of her skin and clench her eyes shut. Abandoning the advice that she had given to me only moments earlier, Tasha stopped pedaling altogether and sat stagnant. After a few brief seconds of silence, Tasha suddenly entered into a full-blown tantrum. Twisting and writhing in her restraints, she tossed her head in every direction and howled into her gag as if she were being burned at the stake. I winced in empathy as I watched her throw her weight from side to side, seemingly in an effort to break the bike itself. No matter how high her pain tolerance was, this could not have felt good on her vagina and anus.

Though the vibrating phalluses began to take an immediate effect on my body, my main concern in that moment was for Tasha. This was honestly the first time I'd seen her lose her temper. Thinking back to our conversation earlier, I recalled her saying that she had a strong aversion to sexual stimulation by vibration. It was genuinely alarming to see someone who so traditionally tough and stoic become so visibly distraught. Her one-sided battle with the bike raged for nearly two minutes as she desperately continued trying to stop what was happening to her.

My thighs were beginning to shake and quiver as an orgasm inched its way closer and closer. Diverting my gaze to the floor, I focused as best I could on staving off my incoming ecstasy. As much as my body may have wanted it, I knew how badly it would affect my strength and motor skills moving forward. Things I would invariably need to complete the workout.

Tasha, on the other hand, appeared ready to gush. She was now panting harder than she had at any point during the workout and was experiencing what looked like tourette-style seizures. But after a valiant effort to resist, it finally happened.

"HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Tasha screamed, causing spit to fly from her mouth. Not seeing any way that I could help her, physically or emotionally, I merely sat silently with my head bowed toward the floor as she twitched and convulsed violently in unwanted ecstasy. By the time she finished cumming, her toes were nearly white from how hard they'd been digging into the pedal.

"Huuuuck yooo!!!" Tasha bellowed toward the iPad as she came off her high. While I couldn't help but feel concerned about Armstrong's potential repercussions for such an outburst, I couldn't blame Tasha. Despite all she'd been through, she'd kept her composure admirably up to this point. But even the toughest women had their breaking point. And for Tasha, that point was clearly the introduction of vibrators.

About 30 seconds later, I too lost the battle of climax hill. Fireworks erupted in my brain as the first wave of orgasms crashed over me. With my eyes rolled back in my head, I moaned as my body trembled uncontrollably. Unlike Tasha, however, my orgasm wasn't entirely unwelcome. This was the first time since my arrival at the kennel that I had been granted sexual release. And damn it felt good.

I continued twitching for another several seconds as the orgasm slowly subsided. Across from me, Tasha had resumed pedaling, presumably to avoid the cramps that she'd warned me about earlier. Her face now wore a scowl and her body occasionally flinched from the continued stimulation to her privates. Following her lead, I started pedaling again. But after my orgasm, I felt weak as a kitten. I couldn't have been pedaling faster than 20 RPM and I felt like my leg muscles were about to explode.

"Free cycling ends in one minute," Armstrong said suddenly. Hearing the computer call this free cycling was downright insulting. Free was the literally the antithesis of our circumstances. "Moving forward, you will only have five seconds to reach your designated speed from the moment it is dictated.

"Yesh, sheh," I said, beating Tasha to the punch for the first time.

"Yesh, sheh," Tasha growled resentfully.

Despite the relentless vibrating, I savored the remaining minute of not having to exert my energy. Honestly, if it were up to me, I'd have rather been orgasmed non-stop for the remaining hour than be forced to finish the workout. But to the adverse, I'm sure Tasha would have preferred to bike an additional half marathon if it meant turning off the vibrators.

As the timer on the iPad counted down from 10, Tasha began pedaling faster in preparation for Armstrong's next speed orders. She leaned forward and shook her head violently from side to side, seemingly in a symbolic effort to stop herself from reaching a second climax. Trusting Tasha's instincts, I too leaned forward and picked up speed.

As soon as the countdown hit 5 seconds, the vibrators suddenly turned off and Armstrong's lifeless voice said, "To avoid discomfort, increase speed to 150 RPM."

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. 150 RPM?! This was 10 faster than any speed we'd pedaled thus far! It was at that moment that I realized that the worst was certainly yet to come. Everything from this point onward was likely going to make what came before it seem mild by comparison. Emitting a pathetic groan, I leaned forward and pedaled as hard as I possibly could. My legs were now considerably less cooperative than they were before my orgasm. I clenched my eyes shut and continued trying to pedal faster.

"Con on!" Tasha suddenly shouted, catching me by surprise. I looked up to see her eyes now staring straight into mine. "Letsh go!" She shouted, nodding toward the iPad as her speedometer reached 155. Mine, however, only read 138. "Yoo got thith!!"

Not wanting to let Tasha down, I channelled every ounce of my energy into my legs. But to my despair, it wasn't enough. A second later, both of my soles were pelted with a rapid series of powerful electric shocks. My natural instinct in that moment was to recoil from where the shocks were coming from. But I knew that this would only prolong my suffering. So, with my eyes clenched shut, I dug deeper and pressed harder into the pedal that electrocuted me. There was something especially twisted about being forced to lean into the pain in order to make it stop it. After a few seconds, to my pleasant surprise, the electricity assaulting my feet suddenly ceased. Opening my eyes, I glanced over the the iPad and saw my speedometer read 151 RPM.

"Yesh!" Tasha exclaimed across from me, smiling. "Yesh! Thatsh hy gehl!"

Having Tasha cheer me on felt like a shot of adrenaline to my soul. Whether or not Tasha actually believed in my abilities was beside the point. In that moment, my confidence took a giant leap. As did my heart as I contemplated what she meant by 'my girl'. Flashing back a smile, I leaned forward and pedaled harder yet.

"Yesh!!" Tasha bellowed a few seconds later, prompting me to glance back over to the iPad. My speed now read 156 RPM. "Get et!" Her positivity was single-handedly getting me through this workout. I couldn't help but wonder if she made her living in real life as a physical trainer.

After another minute, Armstrong's voice said, "You may reduce your speed to 120 RPM." I let out a loud sigh and seized the opportunity to slow my roll. The both of us were so sweaty at this point that we looked like we had jumped into the lake. Keeping my eyes fixed on the iPad, I lowered my speed as slow as I could without dipping below the 120 mark. Once I'd familiarized myself with my new rhythm, I proceeded to lick the ball-bearing in my ring-gag in order to hydrate myself.

Suddenly to my right, I heard the sound of clapping. Turning my head, I saw Annabelle standing in the entryway to the enclosure.

"Look at you two go!" she said giddily. "Spirits high, objectives thus far met, comradery strong- by all appearances. You should feel proud of yourselves!nI've been catching the highlights through the security feed," she explained as she nodded upward to a camera mounted in the corner of the enclosure. "Will ya take a whiff of that," Annabelle chuckled, inhaling deeply as she passed slowly behind Tasha. "Call me a freak, but I've always loved the smell of sweat and sex." Reaching her hand over, she stroked Tasha's inner thigh with back side of her hand. "That orgasm really did a number on you, didn't it?"

Tasha hesitated before replying "Yesh na'an."

"You, on the other hand-" Annabelle said as she looked at me. "You looked like you enjoyed every millisecond of your climax. I hope you remembered to thank Armstrong for his generosity."

Not knowing how to reply, I simply stared back at her and kept pedaling. Clearly not wanting to let the awkwardness pass, Annabelle remained silent and maintained her gaze into my eyes.

"Thank yoo?" I replied meekly as I looked over to the iPad.

"Thank you, sir," Annabelle corrected me.

"Thank yoo sheh," I repeated her.

"Good girl," Annabelle cooed as she stepped closer to me. "I can see why Miss O'Connell's so smitten with you."

Despite already being flushed from exertion, I felt my cheeks turn hot from embarrassment. This was the first time that my relationship with Jodie had been brought up in front of Tasha. As nice as Tasha's kiss from earlier had been, it had certainly made things more... complicated. What had begun as a sisterly kinship between inmates had suddenly taken a sharp turn into something more. What specifically that was, I couldn't say. But it certainly wasn't nothing...

"Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to end your workout a bit earlier than expected," Annabelle said apologetically. Why she seemed to believe that this would be unwelcome news was entirely lost on me. "In order to expedite recovery after his procedure, Mr. Murphy's doctor would now like to see him ejaculated once every three hours instead of four. Miss Huff, I believe you're next on the oral schedule. That protein will really come in handy after a workout like this!"

I looked down as I felt my stomach lurch. Annabelle's apologetic tone suddenly made more sense.

"So," Annabelle continued as she spun the iPad around to face away from us, "-I'm reducing your remaining time by one half hour, which leaves you with... 24 more minutes." She tapped at the screen before adding, "Also, your arms will no longer be supported."

Suddenly, the cord connected to my mittens began to slacken, permitting my arms to descend. Without hesitation, I leaned further forward and clenched my arm muscles in order to hold their position.

"Oh my, that posture isn't ladylike at all," Annabelle said before tapping the screen again. Suddenly, the cord connected to the top of my trainer gag began to retract, pulling my torso into a more upright position. I emitted a high pitched squeal as I struggled to keep my arms parallel to the floor. A moment later, the cord's retraction stopped. Looking to Tasha for encouragement, I could see that she too was struggling. While she was obviously much stronger than I was, her muscular frame almost certainly made her less flexible.

"Now you're feeling the burn," Annabelle laughed. "I'm not sure why posture wasn't addressed sooner. I'll tweak Armstrong's default settings for your next workout."

Grinning maliciously, Annabelle suddenly reached forward and pressed down on my forearm with her index finger. Not being strong enough to withstand the added weight, my arms dropped like a brick down toward my back, making me shriek in a mixture of shock and protest. Across from me, Tasha's eyes shot wide open as electrical impulses inevitably pelted her privates.

I could hear Annabelle laughing as I struggled with all of my might to lift my arms back up. Unfortunately, in the midst of my frantic efforts to shimmy my arms back to position, electricity suddenly began pelting the soles of my feet again.

"Uuuugh!" I shouted through my ring-gag as I forced myself to pedal harder.

"I'm sorry," Annabelle laughed as I felt her hand lift up my arms upward. "That was mean of me. Let me help." A moment later, my arms were back in their 90 degree strappado position and I had regained my required speed of 120 RPM. "I'll just keep my hand here while I make some adjustments," Annabelle said in a fake sweet voice as she tapped away again at the iPad screen. I glanced nervously at Tasha who was once again staring stoically at the floor. But just then, Tasha's expression transitioned from stoic to downright livid as a familiar humming noise filled the enclosure. A squeal of surprise escaped my gagged mouth as the dildo and butt-plug inside of me simultaneously sprang to life. The vibrations weren't as intense as they were earlier, but they certainly felt strong enough to to make me cum over time.

"There we go," Annabelle concluded with a final tap. Withdrawing her hand that had been supporting my arms, she then reached her other hand out toward Tasha and pressed down on her forearm with an index finger. Glaring at the floor, Tasha growled angrily as she appeared to tense her entire body. Unlike me, however, Tasha's arms barely budged and remained above parallel to the ground.

"My, you're a tough one," Annabelle cooed as she proceeded to apply more pressure to Tasha's forearm. "Let's see if we can make this a bit more challenging for you." Annabelle suddenly began glancing around the room as if she were searching for something. After a few seconds, she whispered, "Yahtzee!" and stepped briskly over to the workbench on my left. Moments later, she had retrieved a hefty chain roughly 2 feet in length. I watched in helpless fear as she proceeded to wrap the chain around Tasha's wrists and clip the end to the carabiner that tethered her mittens. The added weight for Tasha to support looked unbearable!

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGG!!!" Tasha erupted as Annabelle stepped back to admire her addition. Despite the additional weight and the vibrating demons pounding away at her privates, Tasha's unsupported strappado remained intact. For several seconds, Tasha continued hollering intelligibly at the floor.

"Much better!" Annabelle cheered as she clapped her hands in satisfaction. "Alright, I'll leave you ladies to it! 21 minutes and counting! Dig deep!"

Tasha let out another long and miserable shout as Annabelle walked back to the entrance of the enclosure.

"To quote Lance Armstrong, pain is temporary," she added over her shoulder. "Ciao!"

And with that, Annabelle took her leave. Answering Tasha's shouts, I let out a pathetic groan. My arms and legs had never felt so exhausted in my entire life. I seriously felt like every muscle in my body was about to spontaneously combust into flame. Forget being unhealthy. This felt downright dangerous! But as exhausted as I was, Tasha had it way worse. On top of how much she admittedly despised vibrators, she now had to support what looked like an additional 10-15 pounds of weight. My heart literally broke for her as I watched and listened to her scream mindlessly at the floor.

"To avoid discomfort, increase speed to 130 RPM," Armstrong's voice suddenly said, prompting Tasha's shout to turn into a shriek.

It was at that moment that I realized that Annabelle hadn't spun the iPad back toward us! We were flying blind!

"The ihad!" I shouted, prompting Tasha's head to turn toward it as we both attempted to pick up speed.

"Uuuuuuughhhh!!!!" Tasha replied loudly in frustration.

"Irreverence detected," Armstrong's voice replied. "Increase speed to 135 RPM."

In response, Tasha begrudgingly lowered her shout to a growl.

"YESH SHEH, YESH SHEH!!" I shouted quickly as I pedaled as fast as I could, hoping that saying it twice might trick Armstrong into thinking that Tasha had said it too.

To my relief, no repercussions came, indicating that my quick thinking had worked. Doubly to my relief, no electricity came to the soles of my feet, indicating that I had met the 135 RPM threshold. But as nice as that may have been, not being able to see the iPad's screen anymore was unfathomably irksome. For all I knew, I could have been going 10 RPM faster than I needed to. But running the risk of having my feet shocked for the sake of slowing down a couple RPM was hardly worth it. I decided that it was probably best to just try to plow through at the pace I was going. Closing my eyes, I focused as hard as I could on my tasks, which now included fending off an incoming orgasm.

But after an indeterminate length of time pedaling at 135+ RPM, having my butt ruthlessly spanked, having my vagina and anus relentlessly vibrated, and having to hold up my arms in a strappado, I was officially running on empty. Eventually, I found myself feeling incapable of finishing out the next minute. No matter how strong my will might have been, my body was just no longer able to oblige.

"Tasha," I said softly, holding back tears. Opening her bloodshot eyes to look at me, she watched silently as I shook my head in desperation. In that moment, it was clear that she understood me. As we locked eyes, all the strain and anguish in her face suddenly seemed to vanish.

"Tasha," I repeated, holding back a sob."I can't hold hy arnsh anyhor."

After a brief pause, she gave a small nod and replied, "Itsh okay." Upon seeing tears begin to run down my cheeks, she started to nod more emphatically. "Hey!" she said, raising her voice a bit. "Itsh oh kay," she repeated with a small smile. "Hut yo arnsh down."

I was now full-on crying. I knew I had only seconds before I was going to cause Tasha a lot of pain. I despised myself. Tasha was over there holding up an additional 10-15 pounds of weight for my benefit and I was the one throwing in the towel. I wished with all my being that there was a way for me to receive the impending pain instead of her. This wasn't fair!

"I'ng sho shahwy, Tasha," I said, half-sobbing.

"Don't hake he kick yo ash," she said with a reassuring grin. "Ah'll he hine. Do it."

I took one last deep breath before closing my eyes and allowing gravity to accept my arms.

But at that moment, something miraculous happened. Something that seemed practically straight out of a cheesy episode from the original Star Trek. Everything stopped. The humming, the vibrations, everything.

"Workout complete," Armstrong's voice suddenly blurted out, prompting me to open my eyes. "Total cycle time- one hour and 25 minutes. Beginning cool down sequence. You may reduce speed to 60 RPM."

Panting heavily, Tasha and I looked over to the back of the iPad and then to each other. As if on cue, the both of us suddenly let out a scream of unbridled joy. Not having to be told twice, we both dropped our speed by half and allowed our arms to have a much needed rest.

We continued to hoop and holler and carry on like idiots until our obnoxious victory lap was abruptly cut short by a sharp and painful zap to our privates. Tasha obviously felt the same thing because she too went completely still and silent.