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🕑 Added 2025-01-09 23:04:44 +0000 UTCChapter 26: Triathlon Marathon (Final) (The Last Event Tests Luck)
At the finish line of the cycling competition field, staff had already set up an inflatable wall as tall as a person to prevent sex slaves who couldn't brake in time after crossing the finish line from directly injuring themselves by crashing. This measure was quite necessary, as the slaves who could still maintain balance and hadn't fallen off their bikes all had their brains nearly turned to mush from pleasure, abandoning even the most basic self-protective actions when crashing into the wall.
Of course, even so, not all sex slaves crashed into the wall. On the final downhill section, the thick massage sticks inserted in the sex slaves' bodies suddenly changed their rotation pattern, surprising all the slaves.
Combined with the intense bumps from the road markings, several more sex slaves who were already distracted by the itching lost their balance and fell after just a few bumps with the bicycle.
The thick massage sticks slipped out of the sex slaves' red and swollen assholes that had been rubbed raw and wet. Under the effect of inertia, they continued rotating, while the fallen slaves either collapsed on the ground convulsing as if completely giving up, or tried to quickly sit back down to continue the race.
Of course, regardless, these slaves were immediately taken off the competition field by staff and disqualified.
At this point, only nine people truly entered the final marathon stage of the triathlon.
In the viewing hall, a member watched his own slave cross the finish line and enter the final round with great satisfaction.
Of course, what made him even more satisfied was that a slave sent by another member he didn't get along well with had just fallen on the final slope and lost his eligibility. He couldn't help but laugh: "Relaxing at the last moment and losing the eligibility to continue competing can only be due to insufficient attention and not being tense enough. Though somewhat regrettable, the scene looks much cleaner this way."
"Hmph!" The opposing member who was mocked naturally understood the meaning behind these words. He snorted heavily but didn't make any other response.
The most attractive part of such activities held by the club was the constant innovation in rules and various unexpected developments during the process. After all, it wasn't just his slave who lost eligibility, so there really wasn't much to be angry about.
"Haha, who could have imagined that this final lap would suddenly turn into an obstacle race? If it weren't for the boss's creativity, this competition would have lost a lot of its fun and entertainment value."
"The last event is about to begin. How about giving us a spoiler in advance? Even a hint would be fine."
"You flatter me. These are just some trivial tricks not fit for public view, incomparable to how you big bosses handle major affairs with ease," the club owner said modestly, while also returning the compliment. "For this final event, what's most important isn't physical strength or skill, but luck."
"Luck?" How could a sports competition test luck? What kind of competition was this?
The club owner pointed to three large glass bowls placed at the entrance of the marathon field, filled with red, yellow, and blue small plastic balls respectively, and continued explaining: "Simply put, this is actually very similar to those games young people play where they draw lots to decide what the loser does and how they do it. The slaves will need to draw three small balls as before. The red balls have labels specifying which items must be used in the designated event, the yellow balls stipulate the quantity of items, and the blue balls specify the slaves' mode of movement during the marathon."
The bosses present were all shrewd individuals. They immediately understood what was going on after just hearing this. Someone with a quick mind curiously asked: "Do they have to draw one ball of each color, or can they choose which colors to draw?"
"The red balls representing items and yellow balls for quantity must be drawn. As for the third one, they can choose freely. If they don't choose a blue ball, the mode of movement will default to running. If they choose red or yellow balls, to give a simple example, if a slave draws a yellow ball with a quantity of three and two red balls, they will use two types of items, three of each. If they draw two yellow balls, the quantity of items used will be the sum of the numbers shown on the yellow balls."
It's truly a trap at every step.
After hearing the simple rule introduction, the members thought about it briefly and felt there were too many possibilities. They couldn't help but feel eager to see what kind of situations would arise with the remaining nine sex slaves.
While the members in the viewing hall were excited, the remaining sex slaves in the competition field were suffering terribly.
When the slaves who luckily passed through were caught by the inflatable wall and struggled to get off their bicycles, their brains were in a dazed state, but their assholes were tightly sucking on the still-rotating massage sticks, unwilling to let go. The slaves could only pull the massage sticks out of their back holes like pulling out radishes.
Without the massage sticks plugging them, the sex slaves' juices and lubricant from their assholes flowed out like floodgates opening, covering the entire bike seat with a shiny, slippery mess - quite pleasing to the eye.
The club's self-developed drugs were always known for their long-lasting and stable effects. The cycling competition didn't last very long, so that almost maddening itching hadn't subsided yet. Now without the rotating massage sticks rubbing inside their assholes to relieve the itch, it nearly drove these sex slaves, who were already accustomed to being horny and lewd anytime and anywhere, to breakdown.
Seeing that they were only a few dozen meters away from the entrance to the competition field, some sex slaves couldn't help but slow down, frantically fingering their own assholes.
Fortunately, these few remaining sex slaves still had a bit of rationality left. They knew that if they completely stopped, they would likely immediately lose their eligibility to compete. So they could only finger their own assholes while trying to move forward, maintaining this twisted body posture, bouncing and stumbling ahead. This scene naturally elicited another round of laughter from the watching members.
The rules for the marathon competition had already been explained to the sex slaves earlier, but unfortunately not all of them clearly realized the traps within.
The first two sex slaves to enter the field unhesitatingly took one small ball from each of the three glass bowls. When they opened them, they were immediately dumbfounded.
The aerial camera very timely gave two close-ups. The first slave had drawn these conditions:
Item: Vibrator
Quantity: 6
Mode of movement: Crawling
The second slave's three conditions were:
Item: Weights
Quantity: 13
Mode of movement: Walking on one leg with crutches
The two slaves looked at the labels in their hands, on the verge of tears. After hesitating for a moment, they still gritted their teeth and went to collect the items from the side.
The staff supervised the slaves as they inserted the vibrators and put on the club-provided pet dog-shaped hand, elbow and knee protectors before letting them enter the field.
The slave who entered the field and started crawling now had furry limbs, with his torso still wearing the special swimsuit from earlier. Six vibrators were inserted in his exposed asshole, with the exposed wires twisted together like a short tail, swinging with the sex slave's movements, occasionally whipping against his swollen, dangling penis.
If there was anything that made this slave feel a bit of pleasure, it was that not long after leaving the starting line, the six vibrators in his asshole started buzzing and vibrating, effectively relieving the maddening itch. As a result, the sex slave crawled while wearing an expression of extreme happiness and pleasure, which was completely and accurately captured by the cameras.
The second sex slave was much more decisive and seemed quite experienced in using weights.
He stood on the ground with one leg raised like a dog urinating. One hand quickly found the small iron rings for hanging implements on the cock ring around his testicles.
Each weight was 200 grams, totaling 2.6 kg. He couldn't possibly hang them all in one place, unless he wanted the spongy tissue in his penis to be completely torn and destroyed during the competition.
So he first divided the weights into two parts. Seven weights were connected and hung on the cock ring, while the other six weights were hung on his nipples like nipple rings, three on each side.
After finishing this, the second slave also set off. He bent one leg and moved forward using the crutches like swinging, advancing quite quickly.
However, the larger his range of motion, the more the hanging weights swung, increasing the pulling force on his nipples and penis.
But at this point, the second slave couldn't care about that anymore. The pain from the pulling seemed to somewhat alleviate the itching in his asshole. So even though his penis and nipples felt like they were about to be torn off his body, his speed kept increasing, quickly overtaking the first sex slave who was crawling while twisting his ass.
Seeing that the staff didn't stop or disqualify anyone, the remaining slaves immediately followed suit. None of them wanted to touch the blue balls anymore.
As long as they could run normally on their feet, it was fine if they had to use more items.
The slaves' reasoning made sense, but unfortunately there weren't many lucky ones among the remaining seven slaves.
One slave who took two red balls and one yellow ball first opened the yellow ball and saw the number was three. He breathed a sigh of relief, but when he opened the red balls, the first thing he saw was "urethral sound."
Even with training and development, the urethra could only accommodate something as thick as a pinky finger at most. After struggling to insert two urethral sounds, the slave broke down crying and gave up the competition when he saw the third urethral sound in the staff's hand.
Another slave who chose two yellow balls was clearly also abandoned by luck. He had to insert a total of ten golf balls and run to the finish line without letting any balls fall out midway.
Each golf ball had a diameter of just over 4 cm. Even though the sex slave's asshole had been developed to have strong horizontal and vertical stretching abilities, it still reached its limit after eating eight golf balls.
This sex slave added a large amount of lubricant to his asshole and the golf balls again. With desperate effort, he managed to insert one more, but when trying to swallow the last one, his sphincter reached its limit. His asshole was completely destroyed by the golf balls, and he painfully collapsed at the starting line.
"This is indeed a competition that places great importance on luck," a member sighed.
At this point, the sex slave in the lead had actually been ranked second to last in the cycling event. But he had very good luck when choosing the balls. Though the electric shock rods in his nipple rings and asshole somewhat affected his movements, compared to the other slaves it was extremely easy. He smoothly crossed the finish line, winning first place in the triathlon.
The slave's owner naturally became the focus of attention in the viewing hall for a while. Amidst a round of congratulations, he happily left the viewing hall with the other members, preparing to attend the exciting banquet that would follow.
