Competition Breeds Excellence in Captivity

I had to started getting more rest because I could not keep up my initial pace of perversion. That meant Zarina got a little more down time too, though it could not accurately be described as rest as I made sure she was always experiencing some form of discomfort at all hours. Still she was able to sleep enough to regain some mental sanity and enough energy in her muscles to keep pushing to survive.

Once Zarina regained the energy and consciousness to stand on her own, I introduced other routine tasks into her daily life that mixed hurting one part of her body with improving another. At first, Zarina seemed to be confused to be relatively unrestrained and forced to workout. I came up with predicament bondage situations that made use of the gym’s equipment for its normal intended use. I fucked her ass as she rode an exercise bike and whipped her every time her speed dropped below a certain level. At first I avoided clover clamping her nipples to a treadmill to give her broken toes more time to heal. But that would come soon enough. Shocks with the picana were applied every time muscular fatigue forced her to drop to the floor during chest, grip strength or ab exercises. 

On paper, I did not expect much in terms of initial workout numbers from Zarina’s enfeebled and used up body. Nonetheless, her rapid muscle fatigue and failure gave me more opportunities to abuse her. But it was my introduction for what was supposed to be an otherwise healthy everyday practice. Zarina’s eyes were often glued to the timers around the gym or the numbers I wrote on the whiteboards or dictated to the projected spreadsheet.

All of the exercises I forced Zarina into were focused on making her better at sex and maintaining her beauty. Kegels and pompoir techiques were paramount, requiring her to hold increasingly heavier weights with her pelvic floor and rectal muscles, or the same weight for longer. Thus, I reserved the punishments that she seemed to fear the most for her vaginal and anal workouts. For example, I held a picana against her clit, for when she inevitably could not hold on to the Kegel weights for any longer. 

Later, for more advanced lessons on how to activate Zarina’s love muscles in marvelous ways, I replaced portions of some of the dildo molds of my cock with copper needles. She quickly had to develop the fine motor skills to isolate and only engage certain pubococcygeus muscles, such as the ones at the top, bottom, middle, left or right side. In time I would challenge her with exercises such as hanging upside down and pushing out a weighted dildo, secured by a string to keep it from hitting her head when it fell. It took her months, but another trial was to engage only one side of the strongest muscles in the female body at a time, in order to twist or rotate a dildo at benchmark paces. Game time was the true test and enjoyment of Zarina’s physical training. I could order her to pulse or milk me with her pelvic floor muscles, or test her on top in the Kazbah position where neither of us visibly moved or thrusted much and all her work was internal. 

Zarina quickly ascertained I subtracted the number of minutes or seconds—for the heaviest kegels—she lasted from the times I would electrocute her. Flexibility and mobility were a big part of her workouts as well, as they should be for anyone. For my sex slave, I measured and kept track of her stretch distances and punished her when she could not hold her balance or reach farther in certain poses. Zarina was generally listless by now, but I will say she had some mental reserves when it came to persevering through both sex and workouts. More times and records to be added to the whiteboard and my projected spreadsheets.

Unbearably hot water as well as ice baths often followed Zarina’s workouts. Sometimes, I alternated between dunking her in one and the other. If a victim has been freezing, it does not take water that is particularly hot—under 50 C is obviously only halfway to boiling—to quickly burn them. So after Zarina had been immersed in freezing water for precise periods, I used my old maritime special operations reference charts to calculate how hot water needed to be to burn her. The so-called research from Nazi hypothermia experiments at Dachau apparently has not held up to modern peer review, but there are plenty of much more reputable studies on safe water temperatures for cold weather treatment. Unfortunately for Zarina, I follow the adage that ‘every case is different’ and had to gradually increase the water temperature each time until her skin showed signs of second degree burns.

I may be rationalizing this type of maltreatment, but my intention was to both harm and heal Zarina’s body. My conclusion as a fitness enthusiast, though not a professional, was that both very hot and cold water help with muscle recovery. There’s some mixed evidence in sports medicine studies as to whether ice baths slow muscle growth too. Zarina was undoubtedly sore all the time and I needed her cells to repair, so she could at least sexually function closer to her previous normal. 

That was the long-term goal. However, in the short term, I was fixated on Zarina’s suffering as she floundered underwater, skin turning either lobster red or blue with hints of cyanosis. If I was feeling particularly wicked or displeased, she had to earn her gasps of air as well. I think she hated the ice baths even more than the near-scalding hot water, and I could her teeth chatter and she sometimes started shivering if she caught me so much as glancing at the tub. Some of my friends were Navy SEALs and they will involuntarily shudder upon hearing the sound of waves. The first time I believed Zarina was genuinely grateful for me to fuck her was after an ice bath, as she tried to pull my body heat closer to the extent she could move in her restraints. The ice baths would always be a staple for all slaves at least once a day.