Part 2: No Pain, No Gain

The sheer violence was what stood out the most as he continuously whipped her. It resonated through her with each and every painful lash, sending razor sharp sensations of agony that burnt like fire, over and over again. He just kept on whipping her, holding nothing back as he set up his body for yet another thrash, throwing his weight behind the swing so that the braided whip would really slice across her already aching breasts.

Her body reacted to the strike without her even realising it anymore. Whilst restrained by her wrists, there was no where for her to go to shield herself from the punishment but she twisted around anyway as the newest welt began to form on her otherwise unblemished skin. It just hurt. It always hurt. No matter how many times she went through this, it never stopped hurting.

Looking on as the man once again prepared himself to deliver yet another lash, Ruth helplessly wondered whether or not her pain was lost to him. He simply didn't care about how much he was hurting her. He didn't need to care either. After all, he was free to hurt her as much as he wanted and there wasn't a single thing that Ruth could do to stop him. She couldn't even beg for his mercy.

Despite of how much she wished the pain to come to a end, she helped her client carry on as he warmed up. Instead of sobbing for him to stop, she soldiered on, taking blow after blow, acting as nothing more than a whipping post for the man to destroy. It should have scared her to see just how much he was enjoying doing this to her but for whatever reason, she decided to respond only by encouraging him to go on.

Ruth turned back around so that she was facing him, struggling to pivot herself on her increasingly unstable legs that were shaking and marked with vicious welts. Now looking directly at him, she knew she was going to regret it but she foolishly did what she always did without regarding her own wellbeing. The chip forced her mouth to smile but it was through her own will that she chose to cutely smirk.

Her face was red with flushness from the incredible levels of both physical and mental stress that the whipping was causing her, and black streaks of ruined mascara were dripping down her cheeks but the man played almost no attention to the obvious signs of suffering that could easily be seen. All of his focus was squarely on Ruth's smirk. From his perspective, he had been whipping her at full force and yet this cunt had the nerve to smirk at him.

It made him determined to wipe that stupid grin off from her stupid face. There was frustration in his breathing and needless anger in his eyes as his nostrils flared up. It looked like he wanted to kill her. Ruth really shouldn't have pushed him further but she couldn't stop herself from speaking, no matter how much she tried to stray silent.

"Harder."

A barrage of slashing leather came at her without restrict. He was going to beat her bloody. By the time he was finished whipping her, Ruth was only being held upright by her stretched out arms. The vicious whip had lash rendered her into a crying mess. He had whipped her so harshly that her skin had broke with multiple lacerations located at her ass, tits, back and cunt. She was bleeding from those cuts and found it difficult to stand straight with her body wanting to collapse to the floor.

And collapse she did when he unlocked the cuffs bound to her wrists. Her legs buckled, sending her dramatically down to her knees. She then fell forwards, her body landing in a folded up heap, on the ground where her shredded clothing lay in pieces. For all intensive purposes, it looked like she was bowing at the feet of the man who had just tortured her so brutally.

In the imperfect and sensually suggestive yoga pose that she had adopted, her face was on the floor, turned to the man's blue trainers. More interesting to him, her perfect ass was struck up in the air, begging for him to swing down the whip that he was still holding a couple more times.

Ruth took it without being able to defend herself. All she could do was to focus on her breathing, concentrating to absorb the blows of the whip and doing what she could to ignore the burning pain that once again, quaked across her trembling asscheeks. What he was doing to her was agonisingly cruel but she didn't complain. Hell, she even wiggled her ass for him, tempting further punishment.

"Turn to your side. I want to kick your stomach a few times."

Looking up, she saw that it was now the man's turn to smirk at her. He had taken it personally. Too personally like if there was truth to his insecurities. His grin was curved into his face by violent intentions.

"Of course master. Please make sure you protect your toes. Remember to use the top part of your foot when kicking me."

Ruth brought her arms in and then rolled over to her side so that she was facing him. She then opened herself up, untucking her bent legs and arms to expose her toned stomach. The man took a couple of steps back so that he could have a bit of a run up. She hoped that he would be careful enough to not smash in her ribs but doubted he would give a damn.

As he winded up to kick her, Ruth kept completely still. The only thing that she did was to tense up her abs as much as she could. He was going to hurt her but maybe it wouldn't be that bad if she really braced herself for it. Psyching herself to take it, she saw his his right foot swinging at her with the blue shoe turning into a blurred streak as momentum carried it into her.

The strength of the punt was brutal. His kick slammed into her gut and took away every bit of air her lungs had just breathed in. She groaned as she was knocked backwards with spit flying out from her mouth. If Ruth hadn't been specially bred to be a punching bag, the force of the man's kick would have no doubt left her throwing up blood.

He stepped back to punt her again, even while she was coughing up bile. This time, he used his left foot, sending it crashing into her already tortured midriff. At least he really was kicking her to warm up rather than just mercilessly beating her for the fun of it. This time she was rolled back by the punt, causing her curl up away from him. An ordinary girl would have just strayed like that, coughing up spit and struggling to breathe. Ruth rushed back into position despite her every instinct, pleading for her not to.

Two further kicks came from each of his feet before he went back to whip stand and took a swig of his protein shake. All whilst Ruth's face had turned red as she concentrated and struggled to keep on smiling at him. Coughing up something again and then tasting her own blood while she remained as a sobbing heap, the man didn't give her much tine to rest before telling to stand up.

Walking after that was difficult for Ruth with her having suffered deep bruising to her abdomen. Persevering, she led the man out of the zone designated for warming up while her hands held her midriff, and she took him to the machines used to train stamina. All of the specially modified exercise machines used to terrify her and in a way, they still did. She hatred having to use each and every last one of them.

First up was the treadmill. This one wasn't actually wasn't all that bad. In fact, she didn't have anything to moan about in regards to the treadmills. After just being whipped and kicked, she really needed the nice easiness of the treadmill. If only see could find a way to convince a client of straying on the mills for a full session. According to Jessica who had been at this gym for the longest of all of them, a previous clone of Willa had once managed to do it.

Ruth swiped her smart-bracelet across a censor and then watched as the treadmill adjusted itself to her measurements. Before getting into position, she dropped herself down to floor in a low plank, allowing the man to use her as a step. She had expected him to stand on her back to get himself up onto the treadmill but he had instead chosen to step on the back of her head, degrading her in the process.

She then hurried over to her place in the machine, bending under a railing until she was in front of him. In place, Ruth was positioned so that she was a foot shorter than him. This meant that she would have to look up while he could look down, something which had been purposely incorporated into the design. She then plugged her tits into the machine by inserting a different set of injection tubes and used her bracelet to start filling herself up with water.

As the spring water was pumped into her, the red welts that were decorating her breast like stripes reignited. Ruth was forced to relive the pain of each strike as her tits began to swell up. Through horrible discomfort and pain, subconsciously she bit her bottom lip whilst whimpering adorably.

With everything all set, she activated the treadmill to a slow jog and allowed the man to walk on the spot for a while. Adjusting the speed to slowly get faster, she found a pace that he was clearly comfortable with and then started to speak to him, making mental notes of his answers.

"Master, please feel free to tell me to slow down or speed up the treadmill at anytime."

The man nodded as he jogged, yet to break a sweat. If anything, he was being more active whilst whipping her.

"Is there anything that you want to especially work on today master?"

"I'm after an all body workout session synti. Preferably involving as much torture to you as possible."

There was that word again. It was the second time he had called her by it. Ruth couldn't help but wonder way people like him hatred synthetics so much. Did a synthetic clone do something to him in the past or was he just born pathetic and hateful?

"Of course master. How about anything you're having trouble with? I'm certified to act as a massager or a chiropractor."

"That won't be needed synti. The only stretching and tearing that's going to happen here is to your fake holes."

Ruth was starting to like this man less and less. Secretly, she hoped that one of the other more progressive members would make a complaint so that she would never need to see this asshole again. It was very doubtful for that to actually happen. The funny thing was that he didn't view her as being good enough to be a human and yet he was more than willing to stick his dick inside her.

He disgusted her so much that it made her skin crawl when he touched her. The pain that came when he clawed at her bruised abs came secondary to his defilement of her. She couldn't help but hope for his dick to snap when he was going to fuck her.

He nodded at her after a ten minute jog and she let him stand on her to get off from the treadmill. On the gym floor, she could see that his member was hard again from tormenting her but she didn't volunteer to help him with it. Ruth could tell that he was familiar enough with the gym to know that he could demand sex from her at any moment and she didn't want to risk pissing him off again. The idea of having to fuck him wasn't appealing to her either.

Ruth instead ignored his boner for the time being and scanned the gym floor, thinking about what workout routine her client would most enjoy. For her troubles, her brought his right shoe to her face and then wiped the rubber sole into cheek, grinding his foot and treating her like a dirty doormat. Ruth thanked him for doing so whilst she finished compiling a suitable set for him that would provide him with what he wanted whilst being absolutely torturous for her.