The morning spanking seemed to have done its job, and Susan was on her best behaviour for the rest of the day aside from some complaints about her ass being sore. Of course, as Alex had expected, it came to an end just before it was time for the final training of the day.
"No, I don't want to train my legs. It hurts and I hate it," she crossed her arms and defiantly looked at Alex.
"Every time, Sue," Alex said with a sigh. "Come on, it won't be that bad. We'll be finished within the hour, then I'll feed you and baby you right to sleep."
"You'll have to force me if you want me to do anything of the sort," she huffed. "If you keep putting me through so much physical training, I'll get all muscly. Hell, my boobs might even get smaller. Do you want that, Alex? For my boobs to get smaller? I don't think so."
"You won't get muscly in the slightest. All of my hosts go through at least an hour of daily physical exercise; the ones focused on physical combat go through four hours daily. Not a single one of them is muscly, as you call it. At best, they may have some faint muscle definition. Their bodies are just as soft and feminine as ever."
"That just means there's no point to any of this," she said. "If I'm not going to get any muscles, why am I working so hard?"
"Okay, I think we're done with excuses now. You either listen to me, or this training session is going to include the use of this," he said as a riding crop formed in his hand. "Since you're such a masochist, I think you'll come to enjoy this training after today."
"You're bluffing," she said. "Being struck can jolt me and will increase the chance of injury if my legs give out."
"I'll make sure to spot you," Alex said flatly.
"No…" Susan said without much confidence in herself.
"Fine," Alex shrugged.
Before she could respond, Susan's arms were bound behind her back, and her legs were held together by ropes. Alex swept her off her feet and put her across his shoulder before walking to the gym.
"Hey! Let go! I don't want to work out, Alex. Do you want my thighs to be larger than yours, huh? Do you want that?"
"That won't happen because I'm here to make sure that your muscle recovery is done in the most optimal and compact way possible," he said, spanking her ass casually as she yelped.
Soon, they were back in the gym, as Alex put Susan down in the inclined leg press. Her arms automatically got freed, and her hands were forced around the handles at the side before gloves formed over them, making it impossible for her to remove her hands from them. A similar thing happened with her feet once her legs were freed. Two connected boots emerged from the plate that she was supposed to push forward, and wrapped snugly around her feet.
"Seriously?" Susan wiggled and tried to get up, but a belt emerged from the back of the machine and wrapped around her waist, forcing her into the optimal posture and making resistance almost impossible. "I won't do it."
"I could send accurate electrical impulses through your body and force your limbs to move regardless of the commands of your brain, Sue," Alex said as he placed the crop on Susan's bare belly. "Now push." He lightly struck her stomach, making her gasp lightly as she finally gave in and pushed the plate forward. "Breathing." He struck her abdomen again, making her grunt.
She inhaled while letting the plate come down and released her breath with a powerful push forward.
"Again," he said while lightly moving the crop across her belly. As she repeated, just as the plate lowered, he struck her thigh, making her hiss in pain. "Knees. Don't spread them that much."
She grunted with some frustration and repeated her actions a few times, but it wasn't long before her abdomen was struck by the crop again for not pushing the plate far enough.
By the end of her twelve-rep set, Alex struck her six times. The last rep was the worst one, getting her three strikes directly.
She heavily breathed while recovering as Alex continued tracing the crop's end along her abdomen.
"Stop…" she said. "It's ticklish."
"That's the point. To make the spot sensitive," Alex said. "Ready for the next set?"
"If I say no, are you going to listen to me?"
"No," Alex cropped her stomach again, making her gasp in pain. "Now move, we have three sets left."
Susan groaned and pushed herself to keep going under Alex, the merciless trainer. Unlike what he usually did, where he would either verbally fix her issues or be a little hands-on and grab her leg or waist to fix her posture, this time he was using the crop. Every time it struck any part of Susan's body, it sent a jolt of pain all over her body, making her feel unique sensations that she'd never thought she would feel.
By the time her sets were finished, there was a prominent red shade all over her stomach with half-square impressions that came from the crop striking her abdomen.
When Alex finally freed her arms and legs, she limply fell out of the machine and closed her eyes, wanting to fall asleep on the floor. Unfortunately, Alex's haunting words kept her awake.
"Time for the next machine," he said as she groaned and whined in refusal, but he picked her up like a weightless sack and put her in the seat of the leg extension machine. Similar to before, her hands were stuck holding the handles, and her thighs were stuck between two sets of rollers—one set under and one above that kept them in place. A belt wrapped around her waist, forcing her to sit flush against the backrest of the seat. "A small modification should be better here," Alex said before putting his palm on her thigh. She felt some movements all over her legs and opened her eyes, only to see that her leggings had turned into shorts that barely covered half her thighs.
"The rollers will chafe my skin, Alex…" She said.
"I'll take care of that," he said. "You have another thirty seconds before we continue. Focus on recovering."
"Ugh..." she groaned as Alex traced the crop along her legs while observing the reddened marks on her thighs that were identical to the ones on her stomach.
"All right, start moving," he struck her calf, and she immediately straightened her legs. "Breathing. I shouldn't have to keep reminding you about this, Sue." He cropped her stomach as she exhaled while lowering her legs. "Again."
The rest of the session went the same way, and Susan was left with red crop marks all over her body. Her arms, legs, abdomen, and even her back were all covered in faint red marks as the hour came to a close and she finished up the final exercise.
"Can you stretch by yourself, or do you need me to help you with that as well?" He asked her, only to receive an indecipherable groan from her. "I'll take that as a cry for help."
Alex didn't use the crop this time and instead put his hands all over her to stretch and twist her around in different ways, making sure that he wouldn't have to take care of any cramping muscles for her later in the night.
"Do you want me to help you shower as well, or do you want to do that by yourself?"
"I already said I'm ready to have sex, Alex," she said weakly while bonelessly lying in her chair. "I don't care if you see me naked. You've already fingered me this morning."
"As you wish," Alex picked her up in his arms and took her to the bathroom. Within a moment, they were both naked as he turned on the faucet to fill the tub and sat with her in front of him.
"Wait, I thought you would just bathe me. Why are you in here?"
"To give you a little teaser," Alex said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer. She yelped when she felt a certain hard appendage pressing on her back. "And because I think that this is the more fun alternative."
Susan didn't say anything as Alex poured bodywash on his palm and started rubbing her shoulders. "Ohh, damn~" She couldn't help but moan as the tension immediately disappeared from her shoulders. "I'd forgotten how amazing you are at massages."
"This is me barely trying, honey," Alex said as his hands moved closer to her chest. "If I wanted to, I could make you cum with just a foot massage."
"You're bluffing," she taunted. "I don't believe—haah~" Her words cut off in favor of the moan that escaped her lips just as Alex squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples.
"No need to try and push me. I'll prove it when the time comes in a week," Alex said. "Until then, no orgasms."
"That's just cruel…" She said between pleased moans as Alex continued massaging and teasing her boobs. "If you are going to do that, the least you could do is not constantly make me so aroused."
"But then, I wouldn't get to hear these cute reactions from you," he gently bit her ear, making her hiss in pleasure as her back arched.
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