Ellie's Academy - Stress Test (FREE PREVIEW) (Patreon)

 In this story, star gymnast Ellie is summoned by one of the Academy's most notorious Coaches to try out some new specialised training equipment in what becomes one of the most intense and dangerous core workouts of her life...

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 A loud, long grunt accompanied another deep crunch from Ellie. She scrunched her eyes closed and felt another drop of sweat fall from her flushed nose. She didn't feel it hit her stomach, she only felt the burning hot mass of flexed bricks grinding against each other. Letting the weight down was as hard as lifting it up, as she forced herself to keep it slow, and under control. The weights clanged as she hit the bottom of the rep, found time for one quick breath that pushed every detail of her ripped chest out against her wet leotard, and then gave another flex. "Guuh..." she growled, still staring forward. Her pale legs had reddened now as her whole body heated up and flushed. They were as wet with sweat as the rest of her, shimmering and trickling with droplets that followed the deep valleys of muscle. The pair had been here a long time now, Ellie had lost count of the minutes and reps, which was interesting - normally she was excellent at keeping track. The genius, or brutality of this device was in its hyperfocus on her stomach. Had the weight been in her grip, or on her ankles, her grip or her legs would have given in long ago. With her upper and lower body secured in the tight straps, the entire training session was simply a case of working her ab muscles over and over for as long as they could go. This was possibly more weight than Ellie had ever lifted with her abs, and it was making the brand new, solid metal machine creak beneath her. Once again she curled her upper body up, and at the peak of the movement while she could feel the unyielding weight threatening to rip apart her abs, she grinned, and slowly let it down with a shaky sigh.

 But that grin eventually had to give way. Her controlled, powerful flexing decayed into shaking, jittery and desperate movement. Ellie found herself fighting for every rep, and going through the same slow, brutal struggle every single time as her Coach coldly looked on. She shook, moaned, yelled but didn't stop. Her body was distinctly different compared to the start of the exercise. Her muscles seemed more lean and pumped as the flexed fibres squeezed her pale skin. The same effect, though even more pronounced, was taking place on her stomach...