Janet spent the evening with Tanya, then suggested to her that she’d like to get some exercise.

“Why not use the gym, mistress?”, Tanya suggested. “It’s at the bottom of the garden; you’ll need to take the train, however, as it is a few miles away.”

“A garden a few miles long?”, said Janet, in amazement.

“Yes, you’ve only come in from the front: the garden is to the rear of the property, with a private railway running round its perimeter. The gym is at the far end.”

Intrigued, Janet thanked Tanya for her help, then told her to go rest.

She then headed for the back door.

To her surprise, the station platform was right outside, with a small train waiting.

Janet got on to the train. She saw a list of destinations on a board, with a button beside each. She pressed the button marked ‘gym’.

She thought she heard a faint whimper as the train started up, with a slight jerk. She must have been mistaken…

The train gradually got up to speed and took her along a majestic route around the garden. It seemed to struggle a little on the hills but made good time. It was definitely quicker and less effort than walking.

Soon, the gym came into view, and the train pulled in at the station outside it.

Janet stepped off onto the platform. As she did, she patted the train, a habit she had picked up as a child, being thankful for its efforts.

Surprised, she realised that what she had thought was a metal cylinder, the train’s boiler, was actually silver latex, or something that felt like it. She hadn’t seen a train like that before…

She looked closer, then walked round to the front of the train. She froze in revulsion and disbelief…

A woman’s face was staring back at her from under a transparent dome at the front of the train. Looking in, she could see that her wrists and ankles were securely fastened to pedals on the axles inside the train, and cables from the control box where she had chosen her destination were connected to a plug that looked to be inserted in her anus. She was also firmly clamped in round her waist; other wires went to her nipples. She was covered in sweat from where she had been working hard pedalling the train.

“Oh, my God!”, Janet cried. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know…! I won’t use you again, I’ll walk back!”

The woman started crying, shaking her head. She knew she’d be punished if she did wrong, and disappointing a customer was the ultimate sin. She was going to take Janet back to the house, come what may…

Still upset, Janet went into the gym. This wasn’t a house it was a madhouse!

She looked around. What other horrors awaited her?

She felt she needed a really good workout, so she changed into the appropriate gear (there was some available in various sizes, so she soon found something that fitted) and she went out into the main area and found a machine to exercise on.

As soon as she started using it, though, she could tell something was different about it. It seemed to be fighting her efforts to use it, pushing back in a very non-mechanical way…

With trepidation, she got up and walked round to the back of the machine…

Firmly sealed in a transparent ball at the back of the machine was another woman. Her terrified eyes looked back at Janet’s. Every time she had pulled on the exercise machine she had been trying to crush the woman, and the woman had been pushing her back again. She had no way of knowing it, but her aunt had sealed the woman into the machine to punish her.

Tears filled Janet’s eyes.

She mouthed “I’m so sorry!” to the trapped woman. There was nothing she could do to release her; all her aunt’s traps were permanent.

She stumbled back into the changing room in shock. How many other women were being tortured there?

Quickly changing, she left the gym. Ignoring the train, she started to walk back, still crying.

The train followed her, the woman inside frantically trying to attract her attention.

She wasn’t gagged, as she needed to breathe properly to do her job, but the walls of the cylinder were thick.

Janet eventually heard her cries.

“Please, mistress! Use me! I don’t want to be punished!”

“I can’t…”, wailed Janet.

“Please! You’ll do much more harm to me if you don’t!”

“It’s not right…”

“It’s the way things are here, and the sooner you realise that the better!”, the woman cried. “You can’t help us, so don’t try! Just give us some pleasure out of life. Make us feel used!”

Janet turned and started walking again.

“You heartless bitch!”, the woman called after her. “You want to see me punished, don’t you!”

Janet stopped in disbelief.

“I’m trying to help you!”, she cried.

“You’re going the wrong way about it! Please, use me!”

Sadly, Janet climbed into the train, and pressed the button marked ‘House’.

She was sure that the woman’s whimper this time was one of pleasure…!

“As soon as I get back to the house, I’m leaving”, Janet said. “I want out of this madhouse, and nothing to do with it.”

The house, however, had other ideas…