Kayla and Madelyn Hit the Gym“I’m loving this free gym day!” Madelyn Paige exclaimed as she grabbed a towel from a rack. The attractive blonde began wiping her face with the towel, and then her chest. She was wearing a maroon sports bra, leaving a toned midriff exposed, along with black gym shorts and white sneakers and ankle socks. “Remember, this isn’t just a free gym day,” Kayla Grace responded to her best friend, sitting down next to her on a bench and claiming a fresh white towel of her own, which she used to dry off her face before cleaning her glasses. She had also worn black gym shorts and white sneakers and socks, but with a pale-yellow tank top instead of a sports bra. Her long black hair was loosely tied back to keep it out of her face. Lowering her voice, Kayla added, “We’re supposed to be helping the owner of the gym find those thieves." There had been numerous complaints about items in the women’s locker room at the local gym going missing. The owner hadn’t been able to suss out who the thief was. Madelyn was a regular at the gym and friendly with the owner. She had then volunteered hers and Kayla's services to help catch the thief. All in exchange for a full day at the gym free of charge, of course. “You seemed like you didn’t mind getting to use the workout bike though,” Madelyn pointed out to Kayla with a sly grin. “Mostly if only to get away from that bitchy personal trainer,” Kayla retorted. She had not particularly enjoyed having that woman snidely critique her performance on the treadmill. "Think she'd like you more, you're in killer shape." "Who was giving you grief?" Madelyn inquired, frowning. She hadn't been around to hear that exchange. "The blonde with the ponytail." "Oh, don't know that one," Madelyn replied. "Maybe she's new." “I think I’m going to hit the locker room,” Kayla decided, checking her watch. She saw that the place was getting packed with gym-goers. “Looks pretty busy right now. Perfect time for a thief to strike.” “Okay, while you’re that, I’m going to hit the treadmill next,” Madelyn replied. Slinging the white towel around her neck, Kayla headed back to the locker room. Surprisingly (and thankfully), there were no snide blonde trainer to deal with on the way! Opening the locker room door carefully, so as not to make much noise, Kayla snuck inside. It didn’t take long before she heard a locker door slamming shut. She frowned – that was coming from the row of lockers she and Madelyn had used to store their stuff! Kayla reached the row of lockers, only to find one of the trainers digging around in her locker! “There we are,” the brunette woman in the red polo smirked to herself as she held up what appeared to be an expensive watch. Kayla knew it was actually a fake, one she had planted herself as potential bait for a thief. “I don’t think that’s worth what you think it is,” Kayla said, startling the thief. Whirling around on the young reporter, the trainer’s face was as red as her polo. “This isn’t what it looks like!” she insisted, carelessly tossing the fake watch back in Kayla’s locker and hastily slamming the door shut. “What’s that, then?” Kayla wanted to know, pointing out the very full looking gym bag on the bench near the woman. But she noticed the woman’s face turn from a panicked expression to a sly smirk. “There’s a present for you in there.” “Huh? What do you mean premmmmph!” Kayla was caught off guard as a firm hand clamped over her mouth from behind. “Got you, you nosy bitch!” a feminine voice said as Kayla felt her arm pinned forcibly behind her back. She gave a muted groan. It was that bitchy blonde trainer from earlier. “Get some of that rope!” the trainer ordered her cohort. “We’ll show her a real work out!” “Lmmm ggmmm! Grrrfff!” Kayla protested, but the trainer easily wrestled her down to the locker room floor, while her cohort pulls coils of rope out of the gym bag. Kayla quickly realized that her assailant was seriously strong and despite her fierce struggles, she wouldn’t be breaking free easily. Her arms were pulled behind her and her wrists lashed together with the rope. "Glad we brought that rope, just in case," the brunette trainer remarked. “What do you say?” the blonde trainer sneered at Kayla, tugging hard on the rope. “Feeling the burn yet?” “Get off me, you crazy bitch!” Kayla shouted, glaring over her shoulder at the fit blonde who had her pinned down. “She’s making too much noise, time to gag her!” the blonde trainer ordered her partner. To Kayla’s horror, they began unlacing her white sneakers and were soon peeling off her white socks. “Oh no, not the scckkkksssmmmmm!” Both of Kayla’s gym socks were crammed into her protesting mouth. Before she could even think about spitting them out, her white towel was roughly yanked between her teeth, pushing the socks in even further. The makeshift cleave-gag was knotted off tightly behind her long black hair. Why was it always her socks? Every time...“Hhmmmmmph!” Kayla moaned through the frankly awful tasting gag that filled her mouth. Meanwhile, her assailants worked quickly and bound her legs and upper torso with more of the rope. And to make matters even worse, they used a final length of rope to connect her wrists to her ankles in a strict hogtie. “Mmmrrfff!” Kayla was really feeling the burn now in her arms as they were forced back. She squirmed helplessly on her front, grunting muffled obscenities. Her breath was actually steaming up her glasses thanks to her exertions. “What do we do with her now?” the brunette trainer questioned the blonde. “We’ll figure that out later! Now let’s get out before someone finds her!” ***“I hope this doesn’t come off as weird or anything, but have we met?” the tall, rather handsome gentleman running on the treadmill next to Madelyn asked. “Um, I don’t think so?” Madelyn responded, trying to converse with him while jogging at the same time. “Oh. I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.” “Well, I do some modeling.” “Oh yeah. What kind?” The guy sounded rather interested. “Uh…” Madelyn decided that would be a good time to look for Kayla, whom she hadn’t seen in a hot minute. She couldn’t still be in the locker room, could she? Finishing her run on the treadmill, she politely excused herself and headed back to the women’s locker room. “Hey Kay, you’re not still in here, are you?” Madelyn called out as she entered the locker room. “Hhhhmmmmmmph!” came the familiar muffled shriek. Madelyn raced back to the row of lockers from whence Kayla’s garbled noises had come from and quickly located her friend, gagged and hogtied on the floor, eyes wide in panic behind her glasses. “Mmmdd! Bhhmmm ymmm!” Madelyn barely had time to react before the two duplicitous trainers seized her. “Hey gggrrffffmmm!” Madelyn tried to protest, but got a hand slapped over her mouth. She struggled hard and it took a fair bit of effort from both of the strong women to hold her in place. “This one’s putting up a good fight!” the brunette trainer complained. "More than Four Eyes over there. I don't think a regular old tie will hold her." “We’ll have to tie her down to something!” the blonde replied. Her eyes clapped upon the long bench in front of the lockers. “Bingo.” Several minutes later, Madelyn found herself in quite the unpleasant predicament. “MMMMMMRRFFFFF!” she screamed through her gym socks stuffed in her mouth, sealed in with a roll of athletic time cleaving her lips, itself pilfered from a locker. She was bound even more stringently than Kayla, if that were possible. Her hands were tied behind her back, with her elbows cinched together for good measure. Rope was wound around her shoulders and above and below her sports bra. Unlike Kayla, however, Mads was forcibly sat cross-legged on the bench. Rope wrapped around each of her thighs were tied off to a bench leg. Her left ankle was tied to the right shin it was crossed over, with the remaining rope looped around her neck and cinched off in a thick knot. A rough V-shape was formed in the rope bondage between the knot and her throat, with enough room that it didn’t risk strangling her. Still, the rope was taut enough that Madelyn couldn’t even lift her head properly and she winced at the feeling of the rope cutting into the back of her sweat-slick neck. “Sorry babes, but we don’t intend to stick around long enough to get caught!” one of the thieving trainers laughed. They grabbed up the gym bags full of stolen items and left their captives there. Madelyn and Kayla both glowered at the pair and moaned angrily into their gags.Kayla fumed in frustration as she squirmed in that strict hogtie. There’s got to be better ways of working out my arms, legs, and abs all at once! "Hhhmmmmph!" she complained. "Mmmmrrfff!" Madelyn concurred, trying in vain to lift her head against the ropes holding her down. She looked, pardon the pun, fit to be tied welded to that bench and Kayla did not envy her best friend's situation one bit. The two friends looked at each other despite their predicaments, perhaps both silently thinking that the gym owner owed them more than just a free day at the gym for all this. Kayla wasn't too worried about the petty thieves getting away. Someone would have to come back here and find them...eventually....