“Ladies and gentlemen! Doms and subs! Welcome to the most EXCITING event they hold in this stadium! Two complete strangers, two identical and equally grueling obstacle courses, but only one will get their freedom. Without further ado, lets head down to our two players and hear what they have to say!”

The crowd's cheering had the stadium rumbling, which frightened the two naked girls tied to chairs – They couldn't see the bright lights hitting them due to an opaque cloth hood, but they could feel the heat, as well as the sweat running down their nude bodies. Each girl had something of a trainer standing behind them, pushing down on their shoulders while a slave was busy releasing their limbs and trying not to get kicked or punched. The trainers did idly fondle the two contestants, but were explaining a brief run down on what to expect, and how best to withstand the course – It wasn't about speed, but endurance. Most obstacles were designed for sex of some kind, so almost everything was straightforward. 

The announcer could hear the crowd starting to die a little too much, so they came back on and shouted into the microphone, “The clock has struck midnight, let the games begin!” The stadium erupted once again, sending shivers down the spines of both contestants. Each hood was ripped off, revealing a collar that was zoomed in on for the gigantic screen facing the audience, making both nude girls cry out as the unbelievably bright stadium lights blinded them. Each trainer was shouting at them to get up and get moving, though as they did, they both seemed to simply stagger towards the first obstacle. Once the contestants left the chairs, both trainer and slave left – Taking the chair with them, and sealing each girl in their own half of the stadium. As they gained the ability to see in such brightness, they saw that the stadium was split down the centre long-ways. Ten-foot-tall glass walls kept the two from one another, and the lights darkened the stands, so anonymity was guaranteed. A massive field of machines lay before them, and they looked more complicated than promised, but the first one was almost certainly just a warm up. Though to their benefit, the actual 'play' area of the stadium was closer to the size of a storage warehouse, and not a football stadium!

“Well folks, it seems like they have grasped their situation, but who will win their freedom? There is only one way out, and standing around may not be the best choice for either player!” The announcer called out. “On the left is a hot-headed brunette with legs and curves for days! She put up quite a fight, but does she still have the fight left in her? Her number is 3749! On the right is a classic blonde bombshell! All-natural breasts the size of your head, and a derriere ripe for a spanking! You'll be seeing your hand print for hours! And her number is 4128!”

Both girls inevitably caught sight of each other, but the pressure was on, and they could see the glass partition, so they were of no help to one another. They both raced to the first machine once reality caught up with them – It was a very simple design: an 8-foot wooden and black leather padded bench with increasingly large sets of dildos built in a foot apart between sets, starting with the smallest first and ending with a sybian that had a digital clock set to 60 seconds. The Jumbotron featured a split-screen that was angled from in front of the sybian looking backwards at the contestant. It appeared as if the blonde was more experienced, because she took to licking and sucking on the initial dildos first for lubrication, which sent the crowd into something of a sensual frenzy when the image was blown up on the jumbotron – The brunette mounted them right off the bat, and realised her mistake instantly. By the time she managed to slide the set of dildos into her pussy and ass, the bombshell was already half-way done with the second set. Things slowed down once they started getting towards the end – The initial toys were 5 inch in front, and 2 inch in back, but the last set before the sybian were 8 inch in front and 4 inch in back! All the toys were basic flesh-toned rubber cocks, no bumps or ribs to make it any more difficult than it already is! They didn't increase in girth too much, or the contestants would be there all day, but they started at 1.5 inch and ended close to 2.5 inches. Above the 60-second clock at the end, was a series of lights that disappeared one by one as the contestants' ass finally pressed onto the padded leather seat. While the blonde, number 4128, had an impressive lead, she was taking the last set slow.

“OH! What is this? The final cocks have the bombshell stuck! She appears more experienced, but is she too tight to accept such a monster? Our lovely brunette struggled at first, but it seems like she's got the hang of it now folks! While our darling blonde is busy manually lubing the toys, our hot-head is already mounting the sybian! It's only sixty seconds, but can she make it without an orgasm?”

The brunette, number 3749, gripped the post holding up the countdown timer, while the sybian aggressively vibrated her sore pussy. Panting as much as her opponent, the blonde slipped herself onto the sybian with a gasp, and it immediately turned on – She was only 30 seconds behind the brunette, but the comparatively smallish 5-inch dildo jutting into each of their bodies was a massive relief after taking the thick 8-inch monster. 

“Both ladies seemed to enjoy their time sucking each cock for lubrication in both their pussy and ass, and it looks like they'll both manage to hold back an orgasm...Yes! Yes! Impressive! They're neck and neck as they reach the next stage! The last bench was merely a warm up for their most useful holes, but now they've got to master using their mouths and throats for the only thing they're good for!” The announcers excitement never faded, and it kept ramping the crowd up each time, as they watched two beautiful women desperately compete for a prize they aren't even sure of. 

It was as much a challenge as it was a cool-down for their poor holes. A 30-second count-down timer was set atop a horizontal pole that stood about 3 feet off the ground, tipped with 8-inch cock only about 1.5 inches in diameter, and a camera based inside the pole. There was a button below the timer and above the rubber dildo, but a sign next to it showed an image of a finger pushing the button with a big red X through it. Both girls thought they knew what it meant, but only the bombshell number 4128 went for it – Sinking down to her knees to reach the shaft. It wasn't as thick as the one she had to take in her cunt, but it was still large, and she had to take a breather after only half the length – The camera showed all of this on the jumbo tron. Looking across at the blonde's success, the brunette simply put the first three inches in her mouth and pushed the button with her finger:

“OH! Who said blondes were less intelligent? Our brown-haired bitch just DOUBLED the time needed to pass this obstacle! Did she not see the sign?! Lucky for her, it's nonconsecutive!” 

With the brunette struggling to even take half the rubber cock in her mouth, the blonde was racing past with a mere 30 seconds of her nose on the button, and all 8 inches down her mouth and throat. What the potential-brunette-slave 3749 was afraid of, was the same thing the platinum blonde suffered – Her gag reflex. A crew of three bulky men raced to the blonde, sitting her down and giving her infused water – She couldn't taste the additives, but after a few minutes of begging for freedom and being shoved back to the ground, she accepted the water and drank it all – Taking several minutes to replenish and catch her breath, her opponent barely even started the countdown clock on the obstacle. The crew raced off, running around to the other side to prepare for a similar situation.

“Well folks, no-one said this course was easy, but it looks like our bombshell is back in action, and we have medical on stand-by for the brunette who simply can't follow the rules! However, four lucky audience members will partake in this next event – They've already been randomly selected, and are being carted onto the field now!”

The blonde made it to the next, strange-looking obstacle – It almost looked like a hurdle, but the top was heavily padded, and the feet were sank into the ground, with an ominous machine off to one side. Following the pictured instructions on the floor, she placed her feet in the vague outlines – A few inches more than shoulder-width apart, a little light glowed next to each bare foot – And she bent over the padded cross-bar. One of the lucky veiled audience members buckled a simple strap across the waist of the bombshell, it was tight, but seemingly meaningless until the ominous machine to the side whirred into place and thwacked the propped-up ass with a big, flexible piece of leather – A camera was built into the unmoving base, angled towards the rear of the spankee. The strap let her wiggle, but more or less kept her in place for the mean time. The two veiled audience members let their pants drop and pushed their rock-hard dicks up against the face of the semi-trapped blonde contestant. Having learned her lesson begging for freedom, and the pain it brought, she steeled her mind – Gripping each cock pushed against her face, and beginning to rapidly stroke them off, her tongue lightly teasing each tip. Both audience members had a button to trigger the spanking machine, but the first contestant went in face-first and pleased both, they each hit the button several times to keep the audience excited and to make sure the one gulping their dicks down knew what was in store, but she obeyed and finished them off! They let loose on her face, more of an honourable badge in this game than anything, but the brown-haired woman was still behind!

“We have certainly found the slut in our midst! This blonde is simply powering through a spanking machine, and every cock that stands in her way without question! Our lovely brunette is just making it to the same machine, is her ass ready for a paddling?!”

 Audience members were selected before the contestants, and a different set approached the brunette competitor 3749. Veils still completely hid their face, but the rest of their body was covered in a simple, silky robe – The frustrated brunette ran to the two members about to beg for help, but almost instantly collapsed into a moderate spasm. It seemed the collars doubled as SHOCK collars, powerful ones at that. 

“Boohoo, that is going to cost her. How will she be able to catch up now?! This lovely brunette has to throw out her reservations if she even wants a chance at catching up with our bombshell-blonde 4128! Our lucky audience members don't look too happy, but are helping her into the machine, and buckling her in – No doubt to help her advance to the next stage!”

Of course the announcer spun the situation for excitement, but the audience members were still potential buyers, so they finished setting up the brunette and one of them non-nonchalantly slipped their cock into her mouth. Her instinct was to bite, but the second audience member gripped the contestant's hair and whispered some aggressive threats, then started playing with the remote to trigger the spanking machine – They had selected a classic wooden paddle with dynamic holes for maximum speed. It caused the brunette to lurch forward onto the cock in her mouth, but with tears already rolling down her eyes, she reached out for the other exposed shaft and started to jerk it off – All while sucking the initial one, and trying not to bite as the paddle swung down with mechanical efficiency again and again. 

Blonde number 4128 made it to the next obstacle, and though straightforward as the rest of them, it was the most daunting yet. A fairly large pond of mysterious black goo was split down the middle with a looping rope of knots spread out a foot apart – The rope-chain of knots wasn't moving very fast, but it was moving towards the contestant at a steady rate, and the pond had to be more than twenty feet across. There were no guard rails, and the stepping stones were far enough apart to keep players from straddling the rope without moving constantly – At best, you could balance on one foot, but with a knotted crotch-rope constantly digging in, it wouldn't last long. The blonde hadn't moved move since reaching the obstacle – Going around was out, going through was going to hurt more than it pleasured, and if failed, the mystery black goo on either side that occasionally bubbled was also fear-inducing. A camera was just above the output knotted rope, but the image wasn't put onto the jumbotron until the female body actually got pretty close to it. 

“With a resurgence of energy, it looks like our brunette aims to take the lead from one of our best competitors yet! Her ass would even make a farmhouse blush, but she's already straddling the rope-line on her side, and slowly making her way to the other side! The hesitant 4128 looks across at her competitor, jealous of the ability to absorb such pain, and yes! YES! She's mounting the knotted rope as well!”

Both competitors struggled valiantly across their own pond, identical in every way. The brunette surged forward with adrenaline and angst, making it about halfway before realising what they just did and crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain as her cunt lips burned from the crotch-rope-walk. They both learned that pushing down on the rope by hand would cause it to reel in the excess and make it taut, but when they let go, it reeled in THAT excess as well – Making it extremely taut. This slowed the competition down. Audience members – Mostly slaves - Actually started to disappear to order food and drink as the two trapped ladies wiggled their way across a knotted crotch-rope that kept cycling around and around like a slow bike chain. Once on the other side, both women eventually flopped down onto the ground – Exhausted and aching badly, rubbing their poor pussies to help relieve the burning pain.  They had managed to push the button to move them onto the next stage, but they were crying and whimpering out from the previous event. The crowd's excitement was starting to return, now that both competitors were back in the race together. 

“And in a huge upset, BOTH contestants made it across the Lake of No Return, at almost identical times! Their cunts are beyond hot and bothered now, they must be aching for something more...pleasurable by now. ISN'T THAT RIGHT?!” The crowd's timidity was overcame when they went wild when the announcer amped them up again for the next stage. “This marks the halfway point, and only one of them can gain their freedom, so I hope they aren't giving up yet!”

A huge tower, easily ten feet, stood erect before either contestant – Angled away from 3749 and 4128 at a 45-degree angle – A camera sat above the base, waterproof and at an angle to avoid arousal drip page too, because there was usually a lot on this obstacle. From the side each woman was on, the tower was clearly ribbed and snubbed from top to bottom. Minute hand grips were scattered all around the length of each tower, making it feasible to climb, but with both contestants already tired and sore, it was a lot more daunting. The underside was also possible, but extremely more difficult without great grips or the energy to hold themselves up too. 

With the crowd filling back up with returning slaves who had grabbed food for their owner, and maybe themselves, the lull in the action needed to end. Both girls received a quick zap to get their attention, then another long shock to see if it would motivate them, but when neither moved, the announcer returned.

“It seems as if we're at a draw, but the competition isn't over! Good slaves don't tire when properly motivated, so make some noise if you want our lovely brunette, number 3749!” The announcer paused as the stadium rumbled with excitement. “And lets hear it if you want our lovely blonde bombshell, number 4128!” Most of the crowd erupted, the blonde had been leading most of the competition anyhow.

It was the only breather the girls got on this last half of the competition, and several more shocks were delivered to their collars until they started mounting the diagonal tower. The tower was more oval than than round – Extending vertically. Both ladies found themselves with most of their body weight pressing their poor pussies down against a slick series of rough nubs and other teasing nodules, their legs wrapping around the base easier – Which made sliding up to the tip possible, but they had to drag their most sensitive bits along incredibly bumpy paths to the tip. Given this was just after a long walk through a crotch-rope, it wasn't pleasant. Using their hands was dangerous outside of the grips, and while logical to use while climbing something, it became clear that lube had been leaked all over, but couldn't get into the hand-grips. Unable to help it, the blonde climaxed near the tip, and fell over into the awaiting pool of water below – She made it far enough to count, but the suddenly splash of Jacuzzi-like water made her spasm and flail until she got to the surface. Flailing a bit in panic as her body was still reeling, gasping for air and crying out with shrill noises – Tired, but not out yet, she just needed to get her bearings.

Her competitor could barely see what happened across the stadium, but they were busy hugging the middle of the tower to keep from slipping back down – Exhausted, sore everywhere, and crying almost uncontrollably, even repeated shocks couldn't get her back into action without making her lose grip. It was a common occurrence in the stadium, but sometimes they dug deep and even beat the presumed winner!

“While it looks like contestant 3749 has nearly given up, 4128 is just getting started with their pre-emptive bath! Lots of sweat and juices to clean out, as well as off. They looked pleased, if not concentrated on reaching the next goal!

Said goal was inside of a giant container – It almost looked like one that 18-wheeler big-rigs carry, but painted black. The roof was made of one-way glass, so audience members and the camera could see in, but the participant couldn't see out. The blonde approached the giant rectangle, and looking upon the ground, adjusted her feet to match the prints on the floor, but nothing happened except a glowing dot appeared a few feet away on the ground. Stepping off the prints, the dot disappeared – So she stepped back on both foot prints on the floor, and crouched down, placing a hand out to bridge her body while the other hand pressed the dot with her opposing hand. Nothing happened, but a frazzling zap to her neck made her re-think the course. It took a moment for her to collect her thoughts, but she retreated her upper body and squatted down on the prints – Rolling her knees forward to the ground, which caused a light to glow around each one, and then pressing her face down to the final glowing dot, her nose landed almost perfectly on it! Essentially, she was groveling on all fours. Within seconds, the two swinging doors opened, and a guiding arrow appeared on the floor, suggesting to enter, which 4128 did after standing up. 

“This is the home stretch! The other challenges may have been more physically demanding, this series of rooms are both mental AND physical! Beyond entering, there are no tips on how to get out, so contestants must use their brains if they want a shot at completing the course! Please direct your attention to the jumbotron to watch our lovely competitors figure out how to escape this next puzzle!”

3749 had just managed to drag herself to the tip of the leaning tower, and a shock also made her fall into the awaiting pool. The tension was palpable as the pool cleared of bubbles, but there was no sign of the contestant. Medical personnel raced from a hidden door in the course, and dragged the body out of the water – She was gasping for air, but they still took her vitals and checked for water in the lungs. The competition was still going on, but a dead or dying submissive was worth even less than an actual living slave! Shaking their heads, the medical attention fought 3749 off, and quickly moved back to their hidden door system – She wasn't actually at risk of anything regarding the competition, just wanted an out, but cursory tests proved no immediate danger. Increasingly painful shocks were administered until the brunette got back on track, they kept it toned down for now, but given it was a live competition, she wasn't going to be allowed to rest without punishment. Moving to a similar structure as her competitor, 3749 put her feet in the outlines, and saw the dot – Mimicking similar motions, by simply trying to press it with her hand while keeping feet within the outlines, but to no avail. Trying several different combinations also led to the big black box remaining shut tight before her – Her frustration and anxiety were already maxed out, so the situation was only getting aggravating, but she caught a glimpse of a replay by the blonde intended for the audience. Repeating the all-fours groveling technique, she found the glowing dot by her face and pressed it to open the chamber before her. 

“And it looks like the brown-haired 3749 has finally figured out how to enter the puzzle rooms! This part has no indicators on how to finish, so let us all watch intently to see who can complete the simple puzzles! And who will finish it first?!”

Inside the container was much more complex than expected. It was split into tiny rooms, rather than one big long one, and the first room was empty except for  various holes all over the walls. A moment after the doors shut behind the blonde, the walls suddenly blasted her with constant, heavy wafts of air – Like a giant blow-dryer from either side. Covering up did little, and the air wasn't hot enough to hurt, but it did feel violating. A few minutes later, she was bone-dry on the outside, and the next set of doors slid open horizontally, revealing another dimly-lit mini-room. The brunette made it into an identical chamber, doors closing behind her with a hefty, locking clunk – Blasted with huge gusts of warm air to dry her off until she was nearly bone dry.

Once inside the next room, the doors behind her clicked shut, and the LED lights brightened significantly – Making it a wee disorientating and difficult to see at first, but a pile of something incredibly shiny sat perfectly still on the floor in the centre. Other than the lights and shiny black clump on the floor, nothing stood out – Walls were mostly blank, covered in holes every few inches for the air-blast to seep through. Doors were also largely blank, but a tiny sliver in the middle indicated that they opened. There were no fancy gadgets or guiding lights in this room – It was just 4128 and the shiny mass in the middle. Several minutes of exploring eventually led her to the most obvious thing in the room, and after a few prods, she picked it up – Watching it somewhat unfold before her, then readjusting her grip so that it fully extended and showed exactly what it was – A catsuit?

Unlike her opponent, the brunette couldn't keep finding strength to go on. The whirlwind of hot air did dry her off, but she didn't even bother to move towards the second room until shocks from her collar made her. Door clanging, locked tight behind her, and leaving her in a brightly lit room that had a clump of black in the centre – It was hard to see, so she shut her eyes, and only another shock to her system perked her back up to explore the room, but her physical exhaustion was increasingly overwhelming – It showed, especially with how slow she was to get up or move around with purpose. It was a sign that she might be giving up mentally too, but the competition rarely ended before someone reached the finale. 

Nothing indicated that the blonde should put the suit on, but similarly, nothing said otherwise, and it was the main attraction to the room, so she set it down on the floor again – She's had experience with lycra catsuits for gymnastics and skimpier versions for dancing in a club, but this material was pretty new to her. Sitting down with the suit and looking it all over, there was only a small crotch zipper, but the whole thing was just one big piece of shined-up rubber! Feeling all over the latex for some sort of entry, even stretching it in various places, she eventually landed on the neck, and found much of it extremely stretchy – Enough to even stretch it open for her to start slipping her feet into the sealed booties all the way at the bottom. It was a strange struggle, but the inside of the suit seemed lubed, so it was merely a matter of angling things right until they slipped into their respective slot. After several minutes, 4128 got it right, and with plenty of writhing all over the floor – She tugged the internally-lubed suit up her legs, but she had to stop when two prominent plugs stuck up from the crotch on the inside. 

Still, nothing indicated she should insert them, but the bombshell went ahead and inserted each floppy hollow sheath. It took several more minutes for each sheath to be slipped inside of the appropriate hole, but a combination of lube and arousal juices made it possible. Thankfully the pair of sheathes were pretty squishy and flexible, because her holes were still aching at this point in the competition. Getting the semi-stretchy suit over her ass was an unexpected challenge, but it sank the crotch of the suit in more closely. Having to tug the rest of the suit up was easier than expected, but it was found that she'd need to slip her arms through their appropriate sleeves before she could pull the rest up over her back and shoulders. Having gone this far, she grumbled and sighed, much to the muted cheering of the stadium. Rolling the suit down a bit, she crouched down and squeezed her arms through the extremely stretchy neck, before sliding them surprisingly easily into their respective sleeves. Left in an awkward crouching position as she twisted her torso, 4128 stretched her arms in all directions, and eventually felt the suit sliding over her shoulders – Encasing her in the latex from the neck-down, but she still had to get her hands to the end. A few more quick crouches, the slick sheathes slid around a little and up into her, but much of the suit slipped over her body until it settled in its right place – Though she had to do some pretty strange moves to get her arms fully down the sleeves, almost on par with a drugged-out raver, but once her fingers pushed past an internal tight sphincter at the wrist, they found themselves wrapping around a semi-firm ball – Rendering her hands into useless oblong shapes. Looking down at her accomplishment, the blonde was breathing heavily and sweating profusely – The room was small and hot, as well as the suit being difficult to put on, and it didn't breath at all. On top of all that, two flimsy sleeves tickled her sensitive insides from both back and front. Something felt off, but she also felt accomplished at the same time for getting the suit on by herself.

On the other side of the field, things were not going as well. The room's lights kept it hot and bothersome, 3749 was profusely sweating while screwing around with a giant piece of rubber that was intended to be a suit, but she couldn't seem to figure it out. They certainly wouldn't let her die in there, but there was a secret time limit before all the doors would open up so medical could get in there – It was nearing that time, as the poor woman managed to figure out it was a suit, but not how to actually get in it. Finding the neck was stretchy was a step forward, but it was going over 7 minutes and no progress was made. The blonde was stiff and more tired, thanks to the new suit, but a sudden rush of cold air filled the current room, as well as the next room when the doors opened up. 

Wrapping a cuff around one ankle, and then spreading out a stiff bar to clasp around the opposing ankle, the medical team hauled the brunette from the daunting room. They had a pair of slaves linked together by chains waiting, one was much bulkier, and carried what look like a fleet's worth of high-tech car batteries – The other was all business: a belt of medical tools, crash-cart necessities, medication, and a slew of other important items clipped to their harness. They also bore a backpack, a fanny pack worn on the front, and carried a bulky steel case that hissed a fog out when opened. Getting 3749 to the playing field was the easy part, but diagnosis and recovery was going to be challenging on the fly – This is what they prepped for though. The blonde had no idea any medical attention was happening, she couldn't even tell that the crowd was nearly dead-quiet, and the announcer had stopped momentarily while the doctor-slaves did their work. 

Inside the next room, for the current leading competitor, was yet another strangely empty room, but even with the virtually sealed-on latex, she could still feel the steep temperature drop. Using a circle the size of a CD on the ground as guidance, she placed her rubber-clad feet to either side of it and expected the doors to open, but nothing happened. After several attempts at different steps and angles, she eventually spread her legs until they were just past shoulder-width, and finally the door behind her shut – Casting the room into pitch-black for her, but the rest of the audience had Infra-red on the jumbo-tron to see the unmoving specimen. From below, something rose up from the ground and between her legs – The blonde shifted her hips and tried to avoid the awkward prodding to her most private parts, but all that did was help the insistent machine to discover her open zipper. With the crotch-zipper open, it exposed the two sleeves already inserted into the catsuit-wearing blonde, and the mystery more or less ended there. Each lower 'sheath' was suddenly forcefully filled with a plug, similar to the first obstacle that required double-penetration, but this was something else – The plugs were closer to the larger side; six inches in the front and four in the back, fairly skinny, but penetrating deep enough to stay as a reminder. The arm that pushed the plugs upwards had a miniature second arm that was working even harder than the main thrusting one – It was busy closing a waist-band tightly around the rubber hips, before pulling the final arm up between the spread-out legs. With the initial arm pressed upwards to the point 4128 was almost lifted off the ground, she couldn't even fathom how to escape without the sight of what was happening, but the audience sure enjoyed watching her struggle! With the initial arm pulled away – Leaving the plugs inserted, and the second arm having already locked in a crotch-plate, sealing two dildos inside the blonde competitor. Several frustrated noises were combined with moans, as the blonde 'discovered' her new toys, and found just simply moving to be a lot more arousing. The door finally swung open, a rush of warmish air wafted past her, and she was back out onto the playing field – The crowd cheering, mixed with growls and cat-calls. 

“We have some upsetting news! It looks like our brunette competitor tried faking out our medical team,  and has been pulled back one whole obstacle, when she was already behind! Who will win their freedom now?!”

3749 was forcibly carried back to the diagonal tower again, and the medical team, as well as a few security guards stood behind it – A close-up view of a nude woman struggling over such an obstacle was arousing, but they were there to make sure she played it right. Clearly a mixture of pleasure and pain, with a side of fatigue as she slowly climbed her way up and over the tower – Dragging her poor, sore cunt over the multiple nubs and bumps that made the tower interesting. The medical team followed, instructing her how to accomplish at least the initial part of the next task inside the closed-off room, and guided the brunette inside, before the doors closed behind her again. Knowing what the item was now, putting on the suit was not much a problem anymore for 3749 – Though when she came to trying to put on the upper-body portion and found the gloves were simply oblong shapes without fingers, she was a lot more hesitant to continue onward.

“Our blonde-bombshell contestant continues to blaze a trail through every obstacle and event! Though the un-chastity belt she's wearing now has definitely impeded her speed and thought processes! Will it be enough for our lovely brunette to catch up? Let us give her a chance! For the first time in this event, YOU! The audience member can choose to impact this challenge! If you'll look to our jumbo-tron, you'll see the number to text either A! Turn on 4128's vibrator. B! Turn on the REAR vibrator! C! If you're feeling particularly cruel, this option is to turn on BOTH vibrating plugs buried in 4128! You will have sixty-seconds to vote, starting...now!”

The jumbo-tron sported a gigantic countdown clock for 60 seconds, and while it was counting down, the brunette was finishing putting on the latex catsuit. With the room and suit being warm, she tempted to get the medical team again, but didn't want to risk it, especially now without the use of her hands. The next room opened, and was even more of a challenge, because it was even more empty, but at least the temperature dropped to make the sealed-off suit more comfortable. However, with only a CD-sized circle on the ground, the bumbling brunette was at a loss – She stepped on it, but nothing happened. Much like her competitor, she placed her feet on either side, and still nothing. Shuffling her feet around, she eventually found a sweet spot that made a noise within the room, and matched it with her other foot – Legs spread just past shoulder-width. The door behind her shut, throwing the room into pitch black, and the chastity belt rose up with the two plugs, but found both an unwilling participant, and a still-zipped catsuit. The pressure of the two plugs on her crotch made the blonde jump off the pressure pads, retreating the belt quickly, but also stalling her out inside the closed-off room. 

“It looks like 3749 has suddenly become sheepish towards cock! Having only mild trouble on the first event, this comes as a huge surprise! Perhaps she's simply giving in? And the votes have been tallied, the clear winner was C – Turn them both on! In three...two...one...”

The jumbo-tron switched from the audience poll - Which showed more than half wanted both vibrating plugs turned on – 4128 was certainly not happy at first, collapsing to her knees as she took in a sharp breath and tried to control herself with the sudden intense pleasure to her nether region. It simply made the intrusive plugs that much worse, but she had to admit, it took the edge off the pain brought on by the course thus far – Even if it was beyond humiliating and frustrating! Her enclosed gloves took turns rubbing at the steel crotch-plate of the chastity belt locking the dildos inside of her – It was futile, she rocked her hips to the powerful little vibrations, but after several minutes of enjoying the forced pleasure, she remembered the challenge! Opening her eyes and pushing forwards on all fours, since she could see the next obstacle was going to require being on all fours anyways, but this particular way of moving stirred the two plugs inside of her especially well – Having her panting and moaning as she slipped through the hole of the next stretch of darkness, the hole was very similar to the neck of the catsuit, and helped keep out the light once she was through it. Other than being completely dark, she could feel something like fur brushing along almost every inch of her body as she crawled along the seemingly endless half-sized corridor – Like crawling through a tight room of animal fur that brushed along everywhere. 

“Even though she can't hear or see us, and we can't see her, reports are telling me that 4128 – The bombshell – Is almost completely through the next event! Lets hope she saves her orgasm for all to see!”

It was true, she was nearing the end, and the scent of the enclosed space started to smell funky – Animal fur was one thing, and not too offensive, but this scent was more industrial. As she was crawling along, 4128 found the ground was suddenly ramping upwards – So she continued up the ramp, but found her head up against another tight sphincter like the entrance to this strange obstacle, and the smell had become intense, to the point she started to get teary-eyed. Forcefully pushing her head through the tiny hole, she felt something pushing to either sides of her neck, and somewhat choking her a bit. The unmistakable sound of buzz-cutters clicked on, but she still couldn't see what was happening, and couldn't pull her head back through the hole!

“What a sight! Our lovely blonde will soon no-longer be blonde! Not to worry, she is being well taken care of  by complete professionals! OH! And look at this, 3749 has finally made it through to the next event! Take your time now to vote on who wore it best-” The jumbo-tron provided a split-screen of each contestant just seconds after the get out of the chastity-belt room in their catsuit, with a different number for each to 'vote' on which one was best. The brunette was notably more sweaty than her counterpart, but the on-going vote for who-wore-it-best at least delayed turning on the vibrating plugs for 3749. 

She was now tasked with the same thing as the blonde – A half-sized room to crawl through. It was obvious the brunette was tired, but she still poked and prodded at the quasi-door, until she found the hole to push through. It was more painstaking for her to get through, but she eventually squeezed her entire body through, and that's when the vibrators kicked in for her. The room sealed off all sound and sight, so she had no idea the crowd had voted to turn on both of the plugs sitting deep inside her holes. It stalled her somewhat, but she wasn't losing her cool, and decided to push onward with gusto – Instead of providing more video content for the lecherous stadium. Making disgusted noises through the whole tunnel, as the various furs and scents were too much for her to take, eventually forcing her head through the hole at the top of the ramp – Screaming when the two pieces slid into place and captured her neck, while the barber shaved her entire head. 

“It looks like 3749 is trying to make up for lost time, but she certainly wasn't expecting a fresh shave!”

In absolute tears, the previous blonde – Now completely bald – Was released and pushed back down, the ramp suddenly pulled away, opening up the remainder of the tunnel. She didn't move yet though, fighting back moans and even an orgasm, as she tried to get over the loss of years of dedicated growing habits – As well as thousands of dollars of product to get her hair that luscious, only to be crudely shaved off and then waxed smooth in a matter of minutes. Her internal plugs started pulsating, constantly ramping the vibrations from minimum to maximum over the course of a few seconds, and then looping back around to repeat a dozen times – It finally stopped in her pussy, on a frustratingly moderate setting, just below medium and several notches below orgasm strength. The one in her ass paused much higher, which helped a lot, and at least eased the pain of her loss with uncontrollable pleasure. She was clueless as to why the plugs suddenly shuffled strength, but couldn't stop rubbing her now-bald head with her finger-less gloves, barely able to even feel herself through the thick latex of the gloves.

“And a measly FOUR is where 4128's pussy plug will stay for now – We're sure she'll be begging for orgasm in no time. OH! And a lucky strike for her too – A huge EIGHT for her tight behind! Will this help her proceed on, or will she simply wallow in pleasure and accept 3749 blazing past her?”

3749 was certainly distraught when her head was shaved and waxed clean, but she's been behind most of the competition, so her gut instinct was to push forward regardless of what was done to her! When the ramp pulled away, and she was pushed back down through the sphincter, she cried while crawling along towards what she hoped was some sort of end. Bothered by the same scent her competitor was, she ignored it and crawled for nearly 15 yards through increasingly thick fluffy fur brushing all over her body – The two plugs keeping her highly aroused by being constantly stirred and shifted around inside of each of her holes, so was the fluff and fur brushing along the thin latex around her breasts – She finally stumbled upon another ramp, the smell was horrible compared to the fur she had pushed through, but when 3749 pushed her freshly bald head through the new rubber sphincter – There was a much different surprise in store.

4128 hadn't moved the entire time her competition eclipsed her, so the announcer went back to their tablet and dialed up both of her plugs to max. Both parties were in a dark zone for cameras, and much of the audience had left for bathroom breaks, while slaves went for food and drink runs again. It wasn't until the former brunette pushed her head up through a second sphincter in the tunnel that the announcer dialed the vibrators on both contestants to 5 – Medium – For both holes. “WHAT IS THIS?! 3749 has SURGED past 4128! What a surprising upset! They're both nearing the end, so any advancement is HUGE! Will 4128 come back and push onward?!”

While 3749's bald head was stuck up through the second rubber sphincter, hands actually pulled her up even more – Leaving her torso half-way through the hole, cutting off around the elbow so her arms were stuck – Even though they would've been useless anyways. The sphincter had spread a lube all over what pushed through it, but two sets of arms stretched a hood over the former brunette's bald head.   The most prominent feature was a set-in ring gag. Combined with her ample moaning, the hood slid over easily, and the ring was forced in at an angle, but set itself up behind the teeth when the rest of the rubber hood was tugged into place. One set of hands made sure 3749 didn't struggle too much, while the other set of hands pulled the neck of the catsuit outwards and stuffed the excess rubber underneath the form-fitting catsuits neckline. Of course, they didn't stop there! Smoothing out both the outer and under layers of latex, and making the overall upper torso look virtually seamless, before they stretched the taut neck open again and smeared a special epoxy designed for latex-on-latex. Despite all the moaning and struggling, the hands were able to keep 3749 in place while the hood settled into place, and the epoxy set in to bond the suit with the mostly closed hood. Only an open mouth and nose holes, so if 3749 could even make it through the remainder of the corridor, she would have no idea how to continue onwards.

With enough vibrations causing orgasm, 4128 was eventually calmed down enough to push through to the next part of her little corridor, and though hesitant, she popped her head through the next sphincter – Only to be pulled up further, like 3749, and subjected to the same treatment of having a hood tucked into the catsuit and glued together. Both contestants now had 99% of their bodies covered in form-fitting, and possibly permanent rubber suits – With only their lips and forced-open mouths being what anyone could see of their unaltered body.  

“THIS is the home stretch! Our two rubber-coated slaves, now blinded, must count on every sense they have except SIGHT to guide them! 4128 had an incredibly strong run – Will the strength keep up in this final maze? 3749 started off poorly, but has quickly made up for it with perseverance and internal strength – Can pure willpower help her beat 4128?

Forth both contestants, once they were pushed back through the sphincters, and ramps were pulled away – The rest of the tunnel was relatively tight with all the same furs brushing along their rubber-coated bodies on all sides, but there was only one direction to go, since turning around was impossible. Little did they know, that once they passed the last tight rubber hole, the field after it was relatively open! Of course they couldn't see that fact, and the jumbo-tron intensely focused on the two rubber-clad figures pouring out of the tight tunnel – Clearly lost, with their mittened hands out looking for anything to give them a sense of direction. The crowd could practically hear the announcer standing on their feet.

“THIS IS IT FOLKS! The moment you have all been waiting for! Their vibrators are now set to 'homing' mode – The closer they get to the end, the stronger BOTH of the vibrators get! They just better hope they don't fall into one of the many traps laid before them!”

The crowd was on their feet cheering for the sexually exhausted women. They were now in a circular, enclosed room made of glass except the floor - Which was completely black, except where there were pits in the ground. Lightly padded, like a gymnasium, but firm enough to not make walking more difficult than it already was. Straight out of the crawl-tunnel, in the center of the room, was a motion-sensing whipping machine – It only had about a five-foot reach, but it had a full 360-degree sight, with armed whips every 6 inches around its padded body. The room stretched outwards in every direction from that machine by at least twenty feet – It also made sure that the contestants couldn't just move straight forward to the end, and once it whipped them away, they would have to solely rely on the vibrators to get them there. The most important catch was that the two toys buried within the chastised women, was that the vibrators could work separately – Several traps would activate one toy or the other, but only the winning one triggered both at the same time. 

Both contestants found the whipping machine almost immediately, and after each screamed out and staggered back, they realised they were in the same room together now. 3749, the former brunette, came out swinging – The mittens were also effectively boxing gloves, if only she could actually see her opponent. Blondie, 4128, ended up losing her balance and tripping over a raised bar that surrounded one of the pits in this finale – Sending her screaming, falling into a pool of something gooey, almost like a waterbed, but she could feel it actively trying to pull her down further into it. “AND DOWN GOES 4128! Will she sink forever in the goo pit?!” Shouted the announcer, the contestants could actually hear him a lot better now, even with the crowd cheering. 4128 was kicking and screaming wildly as it felt like she was being slowly ingested, but her arm found the edge of the pit, kicking off the side and launching with what strength she had left to hook her mittened hand under the bar that tripped her – The goo wasn't terribly strong, but it absorbed all attacks like water, helping drain the formerly blonde contestant of energy. Able to get her other arm under the bar too, she steadily pulled herself out and rolled over onto the floor – Gasping for air through her forced-open mouth, heart racing, and head spinning from the sheer panic she just went through. 

3749, the former brunette, fared much better than her competitor. Able to keep her balance after the lashes from the whipping machine in the middle, but as expected, she was completely without direction. Slightly crouched, with her hands waving blindly around in front of her, she found the whipping machine again and received a flurry of lashes before she shuffled off to the left side of the room they were in – Bumping into a structure, she paused and quickly started to run her useless hands over it, which gave her very basic information, but the vibrator in her rear started buzzing. One of her hands bumped over something slightly flexible, so she waved her hand around to find it again, and could feel that it was likely a dildo – She stuck out her tongue once centered on it, and once her exploratory muscle found the tip, the vibrator in her ass went wild! Panting hotly over the faux cock, she took it as a sign, and pushed her mouth over the tip, rapidly bobbing – The machine sprung to life, and a little speaker started berating her. “You stupid slut! That's not how you give a blowjob! I want to feel your chin on my BALLS! One hundred times! Now DO IT!” She quickly complied, but struggled to reach her chin to the ball sack on the dildo, the speaker continued, “You are worthless! That chastity belt will never come off at this rate! Get to it cunt, before I make it TWO-HUNDRED times!” 

Unfortunately for 3749, what she failed to gather was that it was merely a male real doll with a customised speaker – It was simply sitting there in a chair and waiting, but wouldn't progress her in any way, and if she continued to suck it off – She was simply giving her opponent more time. Though to her benefit, it was a pretty intense instructor when it came to blow jobs, and was constantly cutting her down, so that she would improve. 

In the mean time, 4128 kept to the ground on all fours, feeling it was much safer. Letting the vibrators guide her, and after going in circles a bit, she found the source of something that triggered the vibrations in her pussy. Unable to tell exactly what it was, she kept one hand out and 'felt' around the area until she found the angle that had the vibrator humming at its highest – It was a series of inter-connected poles sticking up from the ground, looking more like the structural frame of a two-foot-tall building than anything, but once she settled close to it, it suddenly pulled her chastity belt in with an extremely strong magnet. It ramped the vaginal vibrator to maximum, and no matter how hard she twisted, turned, or pulled – It wouldn't let her chastity belt go, even though she could slide the powerful magnet all over the steel surface. Her moans were picked up by sensitive microphones built into the device, which sent the crowd into another little frenzy. 

“Now this is quite the sight! One contestant is trying to GIVE an orgasm, while the other cannot escape being GIVEN one! But which will find the end first?!”

3749 choked again on the cock when she heard the announcer, the counter had her at just over two-dozen, and she pulled off. The speaker in the real doll quickly chastised her, “Where are you going whore? You are not done here! You still have seventy four more strokes to go! Make that ONE HUNDRED, FIFTY!” Realising she just wasted oodles of time forcing herself to throat a dick she didn't even need to touch, she got back up onto her feet and started to carefully wander the final room again – The buzzing in her rear died, much to her chagrin, but she didn't need an orgasm, she needed to win! When the ground started to feel far more squishy than it did before, she backed up a bit and started to go slightly off to one side – This kept her from running straight into the thick glass wall, but once she started moving forward again, she ran into a waist-height bar, and felt something clamp down over her waist. Neither vibrator was buzzing, so she knew she was in trouble, but it wasn't until a heavy wood paddle came down on her ass that she realised just how much. The first strike made her scream, it was a pretty heavy hit, but it was more of the surprise than anything – Nothing happened for almost fifteen seconds before another painful strike came down on the under-side of her ass, drawing out another pained cry. Struggling was fruitless, she couldn't move in any direction, and a small wall was built onto whatever was clamping down on her waist – Keeping her hands from defending her ass. Strikes were randomly timed, and never slapped the same place or angle twice, but the total time eclipsed was only five minutes before she was let go, to blindly wander the arena again.

The former blonde was several feet away from the device that had trapped her for three minutes, and forced at least two full climaxes out of her – On all fours still, but terribly exhausted now. Once more, the announcer spoke up, “We have hit a lull in the action! Neither contestant seems to want to win! Though both seem to be enjoying the multiple exciting devices laid out for them! If you like what you have seen, please head over to the Designers Hall after this match, and pick up your own version of any one of the devices you have seen on display here today! Demonstrations are available, prices are reasonable, and your slave will thank you!”

3749 was a lot more hesitant now, her ass was absolutely on fire from the harsh spanking session, and even the vibrations only slightly soothed the intense ache. 4128 managed to start crawling again, but went directly into the whipping machine in the middle – Receiving a plethora of lashes before she was able to escape its range, still able to hear a few harsh cracks in the air before it stopped. Once more, completely lost. Veering vaguely to the right afterwards, both of the vibrators stirred within her because it was actually aimed at the end of the arena – It took her a few seconds to realise it, but she started to serpentine a bit, following the increased strength of the two toys nestled within her holes. Overhearing the moaning, 3749 started to head in that direction too – Sick of the evil machines, she thought that maybe they were better over where her competitor was. Several stinging lashes from the central whipping machine diverted her away quickly – Though she far more careful now upon exploring. Remaining on all fours, using her hands to vaguely feel around the ground so she's not suddenly tripped up by something – Both her vibrators triggered, like her competitors, but it still didn't offer her a specific direction, so she started to explore. Less calculated like the former blonde, but given the slowly increasing power, she knew she was going in the right direction, assuming the announcer was telling the truth.

While the former blonde was technically in the lead, closest to the actual 'end' of the entire competition, she still had no idea which direction aimed her there – Basing results on the vibrators getting stronger, but as the pulsing, powerful buzzing of both toys inside her got stronger, she became weaker. Unable to feel the difference in her mittened hands, she crawled over another trap – Snake-like clamps sought out her nipples, and once discovered, they 'bit' down through the latex and into the flesh. Once they were sunk in, they repeatedly shocked 4128, who couldn't help but scream as she tried to get away – Though the clamps were attached to a strong, thin metal wire that led into the ground. They offered her some slack, but unless she wanted to rip her nipples off, she was stuck within a small area being repeatedly shocked through the nipples. Her screams drew 3749, who had hoped that 4128 occupied the trap so that she could get past. The former brunette fumbled over the stuck former blonde, feeling both toys inside her getting more and more intense as the 'end' became closer and closer. Unable to help herself, 3749 shuddered in climax as she was less than ten feet away from the goal – Unsure of its exact direction, but with both toys running wild inside of her, she was positive that she was close. 

4128's nipples were eventually released, but left a sobbing, shuffling, miserable rubber-clad slut in its wake. The toys drove her nuts, and as much as she tried to push down the urge, she was being forced to orgasm again. Dropping all logic, she suddenly scampered forward – While the toys did crank up to max, the former blonde found the goal after bumping into the sides a few times with her head. A series of fireworks went off, and the announcer went crazy – Though 4128 couldn't actually hear any of it, because of the fireworks launching off so closely. After the door clanked shut behind her, the winner was now trapped in a tight cage – A winch lifted it straight up, out of the arena. 3749 actually did manage to stumble over the end goal a few moments later, moaning loudly in climax, but once the cage left the area, so did the powerful vibrations.

Several workers flooded the field, and picked up 3749 – She was weak, but still squirmed pretty hard, though once they got her into the finale room – It didn't matter. Her neck, and both hands were held down against a piece of notched metal. A matching metal piece closed down over the neck and limbs, trapping the loser in a sturdy metal pillory on her knees. Squirm, tug, and scream as she liked – Most of the workers left her there, trapped in a steel pillory bolted into the floor, at about waist height. One technician-worker came back and carefully forced her ankles into a just-past shoulder-length spreader bar. On the outer tips of the spreader bar, just past the ankles, were additional sturdy metal bars that connected to the base of the pillory and creating a rectangle - Holding most of her body relatively still. 3749 might be able to shuffle back and forth, wiggle plenty, but she was as good as trapped in place. The technician then removed the chastity belt with toys – Leaving her spread open and fully exposed, helpless. He then quickly coated two of his fingers in a slick lube, and forced them into the trapped loser – Diligently lubing up both of her holes. The ushers and crowd control guided a large number of lucky winners from the crowd down to the field, and over to the trapped former brunette. 

The announcer spoke up for the last time, “Once more, thank you ladies and gentlemen for another exciting competition. Winners can collect their prize down on the field, or if they placed bets, please see the slaves near the exits to cash out. Lucky seat number 615, the true winner of this competition, can collect their prize at the Headmasters office, located near the North entrance. Please enjoy the loser in the mean time! She will remain on the field for another few hours, depending on how fast she can finish the job! We thank you all for being here, and hope to see you again, at the next competition!”

4128 was craned over, and lowered down directly through a hatch in the Headmaster's office – The cage settling down upon a specialty carpet the same length and width as said cage. The Headmaster would enjoy the little personal time he had with the winning slave before the winners collected her – Congratulating her on winning, and how she was going to be taken care of by a wealthy Owner. To her, it sure didn't feel like winning, and while they waited – He took advantage of her forced-open jaws, sawing his shaft in and out of her mouth. It would be the last real cock she would feel or taste, since her new owner was pure lesbian. Upon arrival, the Headmaster was just finishing, and tucked himself back into his pants – Greeting the winner, matching her documents to the ones she signed up with to win, and offering the service of his staff to help her take the prize to her vehicle. Surrendering the keys to the chastity belt and collar once finished, as well as the remote to the two toys buried within 4128. Number 3749 still had well over an hour to go before she was finished losing – Though she would eventually be given the option to try to win again, at some point, or to be sold at auction.