After Class (M/FF)

[lanadelgagged]

Amanda’s life is as high functioning and demanding as her workouts, when she gives lessons in the mornings she goes for long distance walks in the evenings and viceversa. Her body is in many ways a machine running like clockwork, that lives up to the demands of her own physical game. The reward is a body that not even the most talented of renaissance sculptors could dream of carving, the epitome of women’s athletic excellence. Her grey yoga pants further define her body shape, an hourglass contour that continues to her upper body.

A bust draped in a white lycra spandex tank top, with a small black logo as the centerpiece. At the foot of the statue, a pair of white workout sneakers with subtle contrasting details in light grey. White Adidas socks that extend barely below the calves conclude the minimalist look of a very hands on instructor. Amanda’s hair barely graces the tip of her shoulders, a very recognizable bob cut that presents itself as very elegant yet comfortable for the wearer. Her skin looks a tad darker in shade, perhaps as a result of the contrasting white top and the flattering caramel balayage brunette hair. Like a punctual servant of her own work, Amanda’s pale pink watch vibrates. A sign of the class about to begin.

Much like every odd Wednesday, a few faces are new, others usual suspects of the night. In essence, there are few faces inside the class. Amanda takes a quick look before stepping over her bike, in a glance she calculates around ten to thirteen committed attendants. Music intensifies in volume, as Amanda takes to the spinning bike and starts to command the willing gym members different paces.

The routine comprises of different scales of intensity i.e. speed. Amanda’s approach is a gradual one, starting at a steady comfortable pace and cranking up the intensity during the span of the 30 minutes. Those familiar with the workout routine know how to distribute their forces depending on the momentum. Amanda’s pace steadies for a period of time, all the while she shouts the casual encouragement.




– Okay guys, a little faster now yeah? Let’s go! - Amanda’s commanding voice cuts through the music like a piercing knife.




The flow of the instructor’s legs becomes faster but still very steady and subdued. Some of the attendants struggle to achieve the consistency of the instructor, but everyone seems very engaged. The most satisfactory dimension of Amanda’s work is not witnessing every attendant doing their exercises exactly as she commands, but rather seeing everybody trying their best. The instructor takes pride in her leadership, her effortless ability to engage people in whatever she is doing. As the intensity increases and the clock ticks on the wall, the class is seconds closer to the climax. A sort of runner’s high or second wind that will ease the rest of the session.




– Keep it up everyone, don’t stop! We are almost there! - The instructor yells in an encouraging fashion.




Inside the classroom, all eyes are on the instructor. The deserved focal point of a high demanding effort that is about to be brought to a still point. Amanda pedals intensely, in the rush of her own workout a few drops of sweat have started to scatter on her forehead. A neat, straight haircut has turned into a more feral, primal, messy look. In a matter of minutes, Amanda takes to the crucial task of reducing the energy of the physical drive. As any knowledgeable fitness instructor, Amanda is wary of the importance of the wind down. She emphasizes this phase more than the others for a reason.




Once the bike session is over, Amanda vocally gratulates the attendants and takes to the task of stretching. Some by this point leave the room to carry on their very own routines, the usual suspects of the lesson stay to the end. The instructor lays on top of the yoga mat, and with carefully calculated movements, stretches her right leg whilst extending her hand, reaching the tips of her sneaker’s toes. The same ritual is repeated with the remaining legs. The rest of the stretching phase is a lot more ad libitum, once Amanda is satisfied she neatly wraps the yoga mat under her arm and leaves the room. The atmosphere suddenly becomes lighter, as Amanda steps outside she surveys the interior of the facilities. A few people are left in the building, around two women and just a man remain in the scattered equipment, the sheer number of which hampers the calculation.




The only man left in the building is on a treadmill, right in front of the great glass pane. He seems very abstracted and introspective, a gaze that falls upon the overlooking park view. The walkman is very noticeable on his hips, a fine cable extends to his ears where a pair of headphones refuse to fall despite the physical effort. It would not be the kind of guy to draw the attention if it weren’t for the mere solitude of the surroundings. In the opposite end of the room, a woman is lifting weighs. Right next to her, a Korean lady porting a black duffle bag seems to be approaching Amanda. Her name is Ye-Jun, a good friend from Amanda’s circle and fellow instructor in the gym. Amanda walks towards her, and they start chattering about their days. This is a most common occurrence, it would not be unusual for the couple to meet immediately afterwards for a drink. However today is different.

The cold outside only encourages a comfy stay-in back home. In usual Korean politeness, Ye-Jun tries not to extend the conversation unnecessarily as she is aware that Amanda is headed straight home. But Amanda enjoys the conversation, Ye-Jun has become a confidante of sorts due to her empathy and insight. The Korean lady presents a more lively look, turquoise yoga pants up to just below her belly button, a black lycra top, and white Nike knee socks, with the black swoosh logo proudly on the top. She is currently carrying her black sneakers in her hand, as she is headed for some floor mat exercises. Unknowingly, the couple are being spied upon by the man on the treadmill, who just stepped away and stands drinking water. Despite the pair being oblivious to their gaze, it is quite noticeable that the man is trying to make out what they are saying. Whatever his true intent may be, innocent or otherwise, it remains indecipherable. The man pauses, he sips water without losing sight of the pair. The casual chatter is over, Amanda and Ye-Jun part ways. The Korean Lady walks swiftly to the opposite end of the room, and places her yoga mat in a space right next to the wall.




As Amanda enters the Lady’s locker room, she is greeted by a cold silence. The space is very wide, every single nuance is amplified and echoed through the walls. There is nobody else inside, however the walls are slightly damp, a sign that somebody took a steaming hot shower not long ago. The temperature inside is very comforting, almost like a sauna, a very subdued atmosphere. The music is barely audible as it comes out muffled reverberating from across the gym. The interior’s design draws inspiration heavily from Japanese gyms and traditional Onsens.

There are benches plenty to the sides, the lockers are small in size but enough to store a backpack or a duffle bag. The L shape ends with a series of showers, however Amanda does not intent to shower here. When the winter cold reaches the city, Amanda prefers walking home to a hot steamy shower. The instructor’s locker is located in the middle of the stance, a series of four lockers that are slightly bigger in size and are exclusively reserved for instructors. Amanda turns the mechanical lock with her number combination, 0251. With a click, the door opens revealing the contents. A large navy trench coat, a face mask that matches the colour of the trench coat and a small Vans backpack.

Outside the lady’s locker room, the mysterious man has picked up his water bottle and duffle bag from the floor. He walks hesitantly to the corridor. His headphones are still on, however no sound is coming from the walkman, nor do we recognize what he might have been listening to. The man, while corpulent, does not seem as fit as the usual suspects of the gym. His stature is significant though, measuring approximately 6 feet. A prominent head, almost as prominent as the size of his hands. The dimensions of his body makes his hesitant pace the more noticeable, however there does not seem to be any eyes that testify it. Ye-Jun overlooks the entirety of the setting, the lady lifting weights has not ceased her exercises. As the Korean lady stretches, she catches a glance of the man of the treadmill stepping into the corridor. Ye-Jun is so invested in her almost trascendental meditative stretching that thinks nothing of it. The mysterious man is barely paid any attention.

Once out of sight from everybody, the man stands still in the middle of the corridor, the men’s locker room to his left, the ladies to her right. He seems to be fighting some sort of urge, his hesitation now becomes the more apparent as he starts to profusely sweat. His knees seem to buckle in anticipation, a very subtle movement that would go unnoticed to the most attentive of eyes. Yet there is no apparent reason to his condition, the man does not seem under any visible pressure yet he is just about to crumble. The fluorescent lights reflect on the sweaty forehead of the man. Fighting an invisible urge, a force unknown to us drives him to step inside the locker room to his right.

A soft squeaking sound of sneakers against damp floor, resonates across the room. Amanda acknowledges the presence, but does not look to see who the person in. Paying little to no attention, the instructor is under the impression that the lady that was only minutes ago lifting weights has ended her workout routine. The man divises the slim instructor, her face and upper body is being hidden from his view by the locker’s door. Still invested in the contents of her backpack, the man walks to the unsuspecting instructor.

All of the sudden, Amanda feels a firm hand being pressed against her mouth, followed by the pressure of another arm wrapping itself tight to her upper body. The instructor reacts with a scream, a manic yell very effectively subdued by the efforts of the miscreant. MMMMPPPHH? a muffled yell of utter fear and confusion resonates across the locker room. Outside, the music drowns out any noise coming from inside the corridor, the remaining ladies are oblivious to what is happening to the instructor. Amanda retaliates with an elbow blow to the stomach of the attacker. The man takes a considerable amount of pain but manages to focus his efforts on restraining the instructor. With her movements considerably reduced, Amanda repeats the same strategy, this time with the opposite arm. Her effort this time does not come out as effective.

Playing to the assailant’s advantage, the exhaustion from the workout and the long day have left Amanda’s low guard even more defenseless. Her primal instincts however do not stop her from shaking and struggling, the instructor is testing the ground and trying to find an opening. It is to no avail whatsoever, since the difference in stature has proven to be a crucial factor to the instructor’s demeanor. Amanda then tries to shake her head violently as to free her mouth and yell through the top of her lungs. The assailant has a very firm grasp on the instructor’s mouth, and while an occasional shriek is let out, is not remotely enough to draw the attention to herself. With her main method of asking for help removed, Amanda drifts slowly into submission. The man uses his force to drag the standing up body of the instructor away from the lockers, dropping the duffle bag in the act. In the wet ground, Amanda slips. The man grabs her and lifts her body from the ground enough for her to lose the contact with the damp surface. Carrying her around now has become easier for the assailant, as he lounges her body down to a bench. Pinned against the wooden bench, the man grabs a rag from his back pocket, the fabric lodges inside Amanda’s mouth firmly. The instructor spits the contents of her mouth, only to be met by a slap across the face from the miscreant.

Out of shock from the sudden strike, Amanda’s mouth is once again stuffed with the white fabric. The man reaches for his duffle bag at arm’s reach, and takes out a big room of silver duct tape. Finding an opening, the miscreant seals the lips of the instructor, wrapping the roll around her head until satisfied. The material of the duct tape seems to be a bit stretchier and shinier than the usual kind, perhaps the vinyl variety. The rag inside is secured very tightly, reducing the screams of the instructed to mere muffled moans and whimpers. Mmmmphhhh… , Amanda complains through her gag as her hands are being held together by the man. He proceeds to extract a large coil of rope from the duffle bag, the material slides around the instructor’s fine wrists, tugging and coiling in place as the man proceeds to increase her bondage. In a matter of seconds, the instructor’s hands have been firmly restrained behind her back. From the effectiveness of the bonds, it is apparent that either the man has some experience with knots or is a rigger. Whatever the case may be, it is fairly obvious that thesis not the first tome he is subjected someone to his ropes. The man ties Amanda’s ankles together, lifting them from the floor and securing it to the end of the bench with more rope. He proceeds to secure the knees to the wooden plank of the bench, and then does the same with the prominent thighs. Her legs and lower body is now laid flat against the slim plank of wood of the bench, her upper body erect.




The only thing protruding from the bench are the white sneakers at the very end. The miscreant pauses, looks at her victim almost like a prize and contemplates her prey. He seems rather contempt with the nature of his bonds, the way a seasoned rigger would. Amanda’s communication now solely relies on her eyes, and the very subdued sounds from her tightly packed mouth. The eyes of the instructor are a true testament of submission and helplessness, the many nuances of her predicament are made apparent in her facial expression. She gives fruitless struggles as she is being watched by the man, perhaps a product of frustration more than an actual conscientious effort to free herself. But the more she tugs, the more relentless the rope work becomes. Her body has become a maze she cannot escape in her own terms. As Amanda moves the white sneakers protruding from the end of the bench, the man carefully removes them. Firstly undoing the knots, and once loosening them, removes the shoes exposing the instructor’s socked feet. The man then puts the shoes inside the duffle bag, as if it were a trophy from the victim. The miscreant bends down to his knees, and to Amanda’s surprise, proceeds to bury his nose in the instructor’s socked feet. Soaking in the scent and stink of the day, the man coses his eyes in pleasure. An incessant stream of consciousness as he is nose deep in the seams of Amanda’s feet. The instructor moans through her gag in disgust, a combination of visible confusion and grotesque displease. Ignoring the muffled complains, the man licks and sucks the tips of the instructor’s toes. The already sweaty socks now meet the saliva of the assailant. The man takes all the time in the world to soak in the pleasure of what is apparently the accomplishment of a fantasy. Indeed he does seem deep inside his own mind as he soaks in the different smells and textures. The instructor’s confusion is made more apparent by the symphony of whimpers coming from her gagged mouth.




– MMMMMMPHHHH, PLEASMMMMMPH.




Amanda’s pleads do not seem to meet any response, until a series of footsteps can be heard across the room. Suddenly, as if it where the apparition of a holy saint, Ye-Jun steps inside the locker room to a freaky scene. The man notices, both the miscreant and Ye-Jun pause for a second, perhaps out of shock or unexpected succession. In a moment of lucidity, the man finds the reflexes to get up from the floor and run towards the Korean lady. Ye-Jun freezes in place and yells, however there is nobody else in the building to attend her situation. Like a lion over its pre, the man has pinned Ye-Jun to the wall and has assumed a similar position to that of the instructor. Hand over the koran lady’s mouth and the arm wrapped against her body.




The man grabs the Korean lady and lounges her to the floor, both Ye-Jun and Amanda look to each other in the eyes sharing a look of fear. The man violently presses his knee against the back fo the Korean woman, pinning her to the floor and allowing him to make good use of both his arms. Grabbing the duffle bag, the assailant notices that he has used all of his rope in binding Amanda. He looks at long roll of tape and decides this would me enough to her tamed. The miscreant takes the roll and wraps it around Ye-Jun’s wrists.




– Please… let us go, what the hell do you want from us please. – Ye-Jun says in an attempt to negotiate with the assailant.




Contrary to the instructor, Ye-Jun barely struggles. Once she found her body pinned firmly against the floor she gave in to her submission. She accepts the position, opposing no resistance to the tape being wrapped around her wrists. The man ties her elbows together, which makes the Korean lady complain. Once her arms have been secured, her upper body is further taped, with various strips wrapped around over and under her bosoms. Still pinned against the ground, the man takes both of Ye-Jun’s knee socks off and drops them on the floor. What remains can best be described as a hogtied position, with an abundance of tape. After taping her ankles together, the soles of her feet are also tied together with tape. Ye-Jun barely speaks, during the complete extend of her restraining Amanda has not stopped moaning against her gag. A backing band of whimpers, moans and muffled sounds has accompanied the piercing noises of tape unwrapping. Despite Ye-Jun’s silence, the miscreant uses her own used knee socks to discourage any efforts. He rolls one of the socks into a ball and stuffs it inside them out. The soft socks lodge inside the cavity with remarkable ease, the Korean lady’s cheeks bulge ever so slightly. Finally he uses the remaining sock as an over-the-mouth gag, tying a knot behind her head.




With both ladies properly restrained and nobody to aid them, the man has all the time he needs to calculate his next move. In the meantime, the ladies look at each other helplessly, emphatically assessing the other’s predicament. Amanda believes that Ye-Jun, with enough force and effort, would be able to break through the tape overtime. In her mind there is no way that Ye-Jun’s restraints are more effective than her own. However how is she going to be able to communicate it, the muffled words come out as incomprehensible dribble and the eyes are not a viable way of sharing such complex information. The man resumes the perverted act of smelling and worshipping the helpless instructor’s soles. As he seems distracted, Amanda tries to communicate something to Ye-Jun. She does seem to understand the tasks, as once the man is deep within his own world, Ye-Jun starts to test her own bonds looking for a break in the tape. Ye-Jun has longer nails, which is also a helpful factor. It does not take the witty Korean long to start tearing and finding small breaks in the tape. Its texture however is unlike any ordinary tape, it is a tad viscous, it stretches offering an additional layer of resistance against the efforts of Ye-Jun. As the miscreant continues his streak of perversion, Ye-Jun has found a break through the bonds. The young lady’s wrists slowly but certainly start to break free, Ye-Jun can feel her restraints getting loose. Suddenly, the man looks at the bound Ye-Jun, notices how far her efforts have gone. Amanda emits muffled cries as she helplessly watches her partner’s efforts about to be brought to a halt, she tries to draw the attention to herself to no avail.




– Nice try, bitch. Let’s see how do you like this.




The man grabs once again for the roll of tape. This time Ye-Jun’s wrists are re-taped tighter than before, also her hands have been sealed together with tape. The shiny mittens eradicates the best chance the young lady held for getting free. Ye-Jun whimpers in frustration, she has tried her best but her demeanour is about to get much worse. The goon grabs Ye-Jun, and drags her hogtied body across the dressing room. Reaching for his duffle bag, the man realises that in fact he still had a single coil of rope left. Ye-Jun’s neck is roped and the other end is secured to one of the iron bars in the showers. The rope is loose on the Korean’s neck, however it is snug enough to discourage any movement. The man makes sure the rope does not tighten by itself, once he is satisfied, he opens the faucet of two shower heads, turning the hot water knob. Ye-Jun is washed by a stream of lukewarm water, that ever so slightly increases in temperature overtime. Her hair dampens, her exposed soles receive the scolding water turning them red. As the man walks back to his victim of preference, a slight misty begins to form. Because of the strict position of Amanda’s bondage, she has not witnessed the situation of her partner. The only testament to her situation have been the constant mmmphs that now echo in synchrony with the running water.


The helpless instructor expects the assailant to resume his perverted acts, however this time the man just stands looking at her. His hand rests carefully over his jaw, he is very likely thinking about his next move. The man looks around, notices the Korean girl struggling in the shower, then pays closer attention to the opened locker belonging to Amanda. Upon closer inspection, the man finds the trench coat and the navy blue face mask, messily scattered inside the contraption. In an almost sudden moment of inspiration, the goon grabs the contents of the instructor’s locker and neatly places them on the ground next to her owner. He then takes the sneakers he had snatched from her feet not 30 minutes ago out of the bag, puts them back on the instructor and ties the knots. He then puts the face mask, covering her nose and mouth. Amanda is visibly estranged by this act, but in her mind she is feeling that the end of her predicament is near. Maybe he is just going to leave, Amanda says to herself. Wishful thinking, if it were not for the fact that the miscreant is undoing the knots on her legs. At last freedom seems like a viable outcome to her freak occurrence. The man frees her upper body, and grabs the woman by shoulders.




– Get up, and stay very still. The statement comes out in a rather menacing tone.




Amanda complies, under the impression that in doing so she gets closer to liberation. The man then drapes her own trench coat over her shoulders, and closes a few of its buttons. Although not enough to entirely cover her upper body, the trench coat is large and bulky enough to hide the nature of her restraints. The face mask conveniently hides the shiny tape gag. Meanwhile, Ye-Jun struggles to catch a good view of what happens to her partner. The steamy haze coming from the hot water has adopted a thickness that severely hampers the view. She watches in horror as both the man and her beloved fitness partner leave the room.




– I’m gonna take somewhere else more comfortable. Don’t try to draw the attention to yourself or you are going to get it.




The instructor’s eyes fill with fear and rage, her moans and whimpers have grown in intensity. MMMMMMMMPHHHHHHH! MPPHGGGG! Amanda’s most vocal effort yet is responded by analog gagged sounds coming from the shower. The constant stream of water is enough to cover the poor Korean woman’s moans however. Leaving the duffle bag in the middle of the locker room, the man grabs the bound woman and they both start to walk. Amanda has no plan of resisting yet, there are no people that can aid her. One she’s taken to the street Amanda prepares to escape. The man takes an umbrella from the gym, with her captive still under his commands he presses the elevator button. The doors open, both step inside a in a matter of minutes they reach the entrance. The man opens the umbrella and grabs the woman by the shoulders. Amanda struggles to overcome the force with which her captor embraces her, the difference in stature is defying any attempts of retaliation.


Meanwhile, in the shower of the locker rooms, Ye-Jun's restraints have loosened enough for her to free herself. Due to the dampness and humidity, the viny tape lost its stickiness allowing the Korean woman to free herself. She tugs and pulls the remainder of the tape in her arms, now fully free she steps out of the shower closing the faucets in the act. While she dries herself, Ye-Jun takes the time to take in what just happened. Her immediate course of action is to call for help. While she does not know where the captor took her friend, she is certain that they can't have gone too far.


Down on the street and in the eyes of anyone walking by, they are just a couple making their way home in the rain. The low lights and the condition of Amanda’s predicament could not draw any attention. Amanda fights her gag, however the tape has become stickier than before. Her whimpers are fruitless, the background noise of the rain just takes any possibilities out of the equation. Still oblivious to the captor’s true intent, the man looks at her prey.




– You know ever since I first saw you, I’ve been obsessed with you.Your body your leadership. Such a gorgeous woman, I would have never dreamed to be so close to someone like you and I’m not going to let this opportunity slip.




The wording and delivery of the statement sends chills down Amanda’s spine. Only then, and after the foot worshipping the instructor comes to realise the nature of the creep she is now dealing with.




– Don’t you worry, my apartment is right by this street.




The words from the miscreant are anything but comforting. Amanda walks at the pace set by her captor, she is getting cold and wet with the rain. Not even under this conditions is she willing to step inside the house of a pervert. The aroma of petrichor becomes more perceptible as the rain slowly turns into a slight drizzle. The man comes to a stop, still under the control of her captive takes out a sloppy set of keys. He opens the prominent door at the landing of the apartment, the helpless woman steps inside. There are a few steps right as they enter, the inside is dark until the man presses the switch. The lights flicker, a buzzing sound appears in synchrony with the flickering of the bulb. A very candid, warm and visibly cheap bulb illuminates the old fashioned stairs. The interior of the apartment looks old, but apart from the crusty light bulb the place presents itself as rather clean and taken care of. The couple walk up, Amanda walks in front, her gaze fixed on her own sneakers. The anticipation of what is to come is building, but the instructor is much too deep in her submission. The man takes a rusty pair of keys, the door of which just reads 1C. The wooden door appears to have been varnished recently, at least so does it look under the roof lights.




Amanda enters the creep’s house, as she does, a leather blindfold is fixed over her pleading eyes. The door closes behind them as a silence invades the entirety of the building…

[Python_Struggles]

I like the level of detail you chose to use for this— it’s not too much or too little and does a fantastic job of getting the story flowing. Overall I really like what you’ve written

[lanadelgagged]

I like the level of detail you chose to use for this— it’s not too much or too little and does a fantastic job of getting the story flowing. Overall I really like what you’ve written

Thank you very much for your kind words, I truly appreciate your feedback!

[DioA]

Damn, poor Amanda. I particularly like the location of your entry.

[Rtj65]

A fun take on the gym setting, I really enjoyed that! The attention to detail really brought it to life for me

[TG03]

Wow, you really did a great job of bringing this story to life. I can't wait to see what happens to Amanda next.