The avenger
The Stationary Bike was just as wicked as the other machines and as Mr. Adams pedaled faster and faster, leather strops fitted perfectly for Amanda’s body began to spin. Each full pedal brought a strop slapping against her pussy, her tits or one of her ass cheeks.
Mr. Adams pedaled furiously and the strops began to sound like a machine gun – whap!whap!whap!whap!whap!whap!whap!whap! – each blow to a different random sensitive part … tits, pussy, ass, pussy, ass,tits, tits, pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits … the blows slapping against Amanda’s ever-reddening flesh. Finally, Mr. Adams tired and Hugo began to remove Amanda from the bike frame and moved her to a different device.
“This is called the Cardio-Box, Mr. Adams … usually a good way to end a challenging work-out.” The Avenger smiled as Hugo bent Amanda at the waist and forced her into the chamber of the box – a chamber that had been specially designed just for Amanda. Her arms were bound at her side and her head stuck out the front of the box as did the rest of her body, from the waist down.
Amanda’s ankles were bound and then lid was closed and locked. She was now bent at the waist, and trapped in the box with her ass and pussy fully exposed. She could feel two knobs just in front of each hip bone as well as something cool and almost sticky touching each nipple.
Mr. Addams stepped up to box and instinctively pulled out his cock. He laughed wickedly, and stepped closer to Amanda’s exposed ass. “Ha ha, well I certainly see the point of this exercise, but why is it called the Cardio-Box?”
His comment drew an evil chuckled from The Avenger. “Carefully pick a moist hole, Mr. Adams, and I will explain. Fuck her slowly, please.”