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🕑 Added 2025-01-09 23:04:31 +0000 UTCChapter 25: Triathlon Cycling (Relying on Anal Vibrators to Relieve Itching While Riding, Bonus: Sprinting on a Bumpy Slope)
Besides the eight who let blind fish escape from their anuses due to panic, the last of the remaining twenty sex slaves had now crawled out of the swimming pool.
During the previous swimming event, as the number of sex slaves in the pool decreased, the scent of blind fish in the water naturally diminished. Though the fish feeding on blind fish hadn't eaten anything from start to finish, they keenly sensed the reduction in food supply and became more frenzied in attacking the remaining targets.
The last few sex slaves to swim ashore had already discovered these fish had no teeth and wouldn't cause substantial bodily harm, but their vast numbers still struck fear in their hearts.
Many fish seemed to realize the strongest blind fish scent was coming from the sex slaves' anuses and penises, immediately concentrating their most intense attacks there. The remaining fish that couldn't get good positions went crazy and even started attacking the sex slaves' heads and faces.
The sharp fish fins still managed to cut the sex slaves' skin during rapid swimming. The towel used by the last slave to crawl ashore to wipe off water showed a faint red tinge.
Though escaping the fish's fierce attacks, some sex slaves were delayed in expelling the blind fish from their bodies. This was because after long periods of friction and squeezing, some slaves' internal blind fish had firmly bitten onto their intestinal flesh. One blind fish even directly bit a sex slave's sensitive spot. When staff had to reach into the sex slave's anus to pull out the fish, that slave directly reached a non-ejaculatory orgasm with a loud roar, collapsing limply on the cold wet ground. He panted for a while before barely managing to crawl up.
As a result, the distance between the twenty slaves was completely pulled apart. They could roughly be divided into three groups - front, middle and back. The slaves in the back had just rushed into the cycling area, while those in front had already ridden out on bicycles.
However, the competition bicycles provided by the club looked strange. The seat height was similar to normal bicycles, but the wheels were surprisingly small. So even though the slaves who went first desperately tried to pedal faster, they didn't get very far ahead.
Most of those still gathered near the starting line were slaves in the second group. They ran to the bicycles but were immediately stopped by staff standing nearby. They were required to give themselves enemas with drugs provided by the club before getting on the bicycles.
Even though all these sex slaves' anuses had endured fisting play before, using enema drugs as enema fluid could still reduce some damage.
After completing their enemas and stretching, the slaves immediately got up and rushed towards the nearest bicycles. They then grabbed the realistic glans-shaped part of the huge vibrator, aimed it at their anuses, relaxed slightly and sat all the way down.
"Ah ah ah..." Cries rang out across the starting line. The vibrator was densely covered with countless pearl-sized protrusions. No matter which direction force was applied, the protrusions would constantly massage the sensitive spots inside the anus with the sex slave's movements.
Even greater stimulation was clearly yet to come. The first group of sex slaves had now cycled about half a lap around the field, and the lubricant injected into their bodies was naturally taking effect first.
This lubricant with special ingredients didn't actually increase their sexual arousal. Rather, it made their delicate intestinal flesh incredibly itchy, as if they had been injected with yam juice.
"Mmm... so itchy... I'm dying of itchiness..." This bone-deep itching forced the slaves to be distracted. Some even directly let go of the handlebars with one hand to reach back and scratch their anuses, which felt like they were being gnawed by countless insects. But they couldn't reach the even itchier depths of their sensitive holes. So they could only slightly lift off the seat and lean forward, hoping to expose even a bit more intestinal flesh to scratch.
The sex slaves' actions at this point perfectly illustrated what it means to be unbalanced. To prevent losing balance and falling, the first group of sex slaves all slowed down their cycling speed. When the speed decreased to a certain level, the huge vibrator connected to the bicycle seat suddenly started rotating.
"Hah... ah ah ah..." The wart-like protrusions on the vibrator were very dense. Now that it was rotating, the friction effect was even more comprehensive. After just a few rotations, the itch-relieving effect was incomparably better than the slaves scratching themselves.
But once the cycling speed increased, the vibrator's rotation speed would slow down or even stop completely.
"No... no... ah... don't stop..." The powerful itching nearly broke the sex slaves. Finally, several slaves couldn't bear the maddening itch. They abandoned their bicycles one after another, kneeling on the ground and desperately reaching into their anuses. After just a few scratches, their anuses started bleeding.
Seeing this, staff immediately rushed over, carried these sex slaves off the track, and announced they had lost their eligibility to compete.
From the camera views in the viewing hall, all the sex slaves were pedaling rapidly when they first got on the bicycles. But after about half a lap, the itching set in. They started wailing and crying pitifully while their pedaling motions slowed down.
"If they ride fast, they can't relieve their current anal itching. If they ride slow, they won't place in the competition and can't resolve the pain of being forbidden to ejaculate. Such a small entertainment competition can let these little sluts experience the pain of an impossible choice. As expected of the boss, his methods are brilliant."
In the viewing hall, the members quickly understood what was going on. Though this segment was slightly less visually appealing, its entertainment value was not small at all. They all praised the club owner who personally planned the competition, saying the trip was worthwhile. They also began looking forward to the final marathon event.
