Girls Race

Hi guys! i apologise for taking so long. I have had some personal stuff I needed to attend to, and adjust to. Thank you for being patient <3

content warning: peer pressure, dub-con, blackmail, alcohol, mind control?

Remember that even if these things are fun to fantasise about, it is never okay to pressure anyone into doing sexual activities, and it is okay to stop or refuse to participate in any sexual activity always.

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After Gale and I had split, I had rejoined Kate, Cee and the boys. Some stagehand found me and undid my bindings, but didn't give me a shirt back, which Cee found hilarious, "just embrace it!" She laughed, but luckily no one was paying attention to me at all anyway, because Brianna had also been released from the donation dome, and now she was giving out blowjobs.

"I heard she's actually begging guys to let her suck them off!" Cee grinned, Jordan and Chris both had a restless energy, like they were just waiting for an excuse to go find Brianna, it would've been adorable, if it wasn't so desperate.

Kate and I left around 9 PM, Cee wanted to stay, she said the boys could walk her home.

The memory of Crismary stayed in my mind on the walk back to the dorm. I was exhausted, but couldn't sleep, my pussy screaming at me for attention. I had never masturbated with Kate in the room, if we discount the whole spin the bottle game. But I had to do something about the invasive fantasies of being coerced into sucking cock. Of being in Crismary's position.

I tried to be quiet as I rubbed my pussy, the first touch made me light headed, as if I had been waiting for days to satisfy that need. The risk of Kate waking up, of getting caught made the sensations that much sweeter, the fantasy of getting caught with a dick in my mouth way more real.

It didn't take long for an orgasm to wash over me. Stifling my moans, trying to lie still and not let me legs thrash about was difficult, but the deep slow breaths coming from Kate's bed didn't stop, so as my head cleared and guilt started to take hold, I felt pretty sure that at least Kate wasn't aware of my perversion.

I started to feel awful, Crismary would hate me if she knew I had just pleasured myself thinking about her being blackmailed. But even in guilt, there was a lingering lust, something insatiable that had taken root deep inside me.

I tried thinking about Gale to drown that humming feeling suddenly growing inside. After my mission to convince Chloe to drop Megan had failed, Gale had finally caught up with me, and he was actually able to help, at least a bit. Somehow he knew something about tomorrow's race, and he had a way of matching Megan against Blake.

Blake had won the first round, and not only would she get an advantage, she was also the fastest runner, which Gale assured me would be a big part of the next round. I felt asleep feeling warm and safe, rather than horny and exposed.

The morning after I woke up with a nauseating headache. Still I was strangely giddy, but I couldn't tell if it was the fact Gale had paid attention to me yesterday, or the perversely satisfying thought that a lot of guys had now probably masturbated while thinking of me, or the anticipation for participating in the race again.

It was still early, 6.15, I took my Ovanix birth control with a pair of painkillers, and and headed to the showers, I was early enough to be alone. Again the urge to masturbate was too strong, too overwhelming. Now fantasising about accidentally being in the boys showers instead, and a whole group of boys finding me there, naked and horny, and them fucking me in the shower.

It was strange, just a year ago I had only had thoughts like this a few times, but now they seemed to overtake me often. And even as orgasmic pleasure and guilt washed over me, that desire to be ravished didn't fade away. But at least the release eased both my nausea and my headache.

I spent the morning in anticipation, but as the event grew nearer the reality of the situation turned from excitement to worry, as if the idea of being sexually humiliated in the race was still more exciting than the reality of it.

Yet sitting in the locker room for the second day of the Girls Race, I couldn't help but still feel a little giddy despite my concern. I was about to go through a thoroughly demeaning set of challenges, and there'd be thousands of people watching me humiliate myself, and that insatiable part of me thrummed through my spine.

But maybe it wasn't the race I was excited about, after running into Gale last night I had felt so ridiculous with my tits bared and my arms cuffed behind my back. I had been worried he thought I was a massive slut, but he had treated me so nice.

He was really careful not to stare, and I thought he had started flirting with me while walking me back to Cee and Kate. Or maybe he was just being nice, either way I felt all fluttery thinking about it.

My train of thought was interrupted, as the door opened, and the smiling energetic producer called the next two contestants, "Number 5 and number 17" she said, smiling with a wide fake smile. One of them had ended up naked yesterday, today she was wearing a bikini and her legs awkwardly locked in ankle cuffs, which would surely slow her down a lot.

The other girls in the same type of ankle lock and bikinis, had also ended up naked the day before. The two girls who ended up bottomless ironically had to go topless today and the five of us who had lost our tops yesterday was restrained in familiar cuffs with our hands on our back, and everyone except for Blake had our hands covered in black leather mittens, myself and all of us who had lost one or more pieces of our bikini had both our hands locked in a single mitten, while Megan and the other lucky girls had individual mittens.

The mittens looked like BDSM gear, secured with cuffs. It made us unable to grab anything, so an assistant helped us if we needed to hydrate or visit the restroom while we waited for our turn to run.

At least the producer, who I had learned was called Katrin, had promised that before the after party, they'd let all of us get into our uniforms, without restraints. Megan didn't know yet that she would be running against Blake, so Chloe had been talking to everyone, trying to find out whether the two of them could go together, but no one had told her anything or been able to change the roster. I hoped that meant Chloe would maybe have a shot at not being used.

Gale hadn't told me how he had managed to pull it off, but soon enough Blake and Megan were called to the track, the look on Megan's face was priceless. Blake was a dangerous opponent, but I was surprised to see Chloe looking defeated as Megan protested. This was supposed to help her, why couldn't she see that?

As they ran we could hear the cheers from the crowd mixed with the music, it sounded like there would be time between each challenge, from how the cheering started and stopped between less interesting segments.

Before I knew it, it was my turn, I could feel the tension build up in my stomach and flutter like butterflies. It was all similar to the day before, except the crowd was already very excited, and I had no way to prepare myself mentally for what was ahead of me.

Gale claimed he only knew that we'd be racing two by two, and that getting ahead was important. I had a feeling he knew more than he was letting on. He probably knew someone in the race, or the production company.

I had to race a petite blonde girl, her name was Hannah and she had done well on the challenges the day before managing to keep her bikini intact, but my time was better. I hoped the restraints wouldn't be too big a set-back as Hannah and I were ushered outside.

This time the party tents were scattered along the quarter mile track, I didn't have time to really count them before Katrin started to explain the race to us, "It's a relay race," I had to pay careful attention since the crowd was loud almost drowning out her words, "but instead of passing a baton along, you'll pick up a new dildo at each of the stops"

That sounded simple enough, except my hands were locked up behind my back, so I'd have to grab it with my mouth... Hannah looked at me with a smile that told me she was grateful that she had her arms free and a mitten for each hand instead of one that forced her hands together. "The first to arrive at any given stop, will get the easy version of the challenge."

She didn't ask if we had any questions, just smiled in her fake condescending manner and directed us to the starting line.

If yesterday was any indication I was a faster runner than Hannah, so when the countdown started I felt pretty good, despite my hands being bound behind my back. About 50 yards ahead of us two dildos stood planted on a wooden board. I was gonna have to pick it up with my mouth, while Hannah could just pick it up mid stride, with her mittens.

But I thought I'd be alright, "Three, two, one, GO!" The crowd cheered as Hannah and I burst forward, I was at the dildo in no time, an assistant pointed me to the one that was supposedly easy. I had hoped I could just swoop by and bite into it, but reality wasn't so simple. I had to stop and get down on my knees to carefully pick it up, and any lead I had disappeared as Hannah quickly took the purple sex toy between her mittens and ran along with it, flopping awkwardly in her hands.

I finally managed to get a hold of the dildo, unlike a real cock I could just bite into it with my teeth, it was awkward getting back up, with my arms bound and a dildo swinging around in front of my face, but at least Hannah was struggling as well, while I had a firm grip with my teeth sunk into the soft material, hers was lubed up and slippery. Even with both hands available, she couldn't hold on to it with her leather mittens, now slick with lube.

I managed to pick up speed and only be a few seconds behind Hannah, who had been slowing down, fumbling with her dildo. Despite my progress Hannah got to the challenge tent before me, which unfortunately meant I got the hard version of the challenge.

I entered the first tent, Hannah was just done downing a shot, and an assistant started to twirl her around, I ran straight to the girl in front of me, "you're gonna cross the beam, but first drink these two shots" she helped me down the Haze shots, the camera got up close and I wondered if the audience enjoyed watching me struggle with my arms on my back, I wondered if I looked hot, remembering the camera presence training Terry and I had done.

Fuck these shots still made me light headed, the girl grabbed my shoulders, "I'm gonna spin you around before you can cross," she started spinning me while she continued her instructions, "if you fall down, you gotta return here to try again." I was unable to look straight when she let go of me and pushed me towards the beam, to the right of me Hannah had already fallen once and returned to try again.

I was definitely gonna fall if I just rushed it, instead I took a breath, and slowly walked towards the beam as my balance adjusted, and the world slowly stopped spinning around me, Hannah had fallen once more before I even put my foot on the beam.

It wasn't very high up, about two inches, maybe, but that didn't make it any easier, I had to just stand there for a few seconds as I tried to find my balance, it seemed Hannah was getting the hang of it, and had gotten about half way.

I slowly pushed my foot forward, and pulled the other along after in slow increments, but soon I found a good groove. I was almost half way as Hannah jumped off the far end, grabbed her dildo and ran out the tent.

I just kept my pace slow and steady and soon enough I was able to jump off the beam, and bite into the second dildo. I had almost caught up as we got to the second tent

There was a bowl of thick white liquid, I hoped I was wrong, but I knew what it was. Hannah was frozen in disbelief, as if the instructions didn't make sense to her. "In this challenge you are going to transfer semen from this bowl to the glass," the event girl told me pointing at a drinking glass with a red drawn line around it. I noted that mine was at the halfway point while Hannah's was much closer to the bottom.

"When you pass the red line, I will let you know that you have finished the challenge." She held up a short dildo with a dickhead on each end, and showed it had a passage from one end to the other, like a drinking straw, then she held it up to my lips, and I grabbed the rubber dick head with my mouth.

Hannah was still standing looking at the bowl, the awkward dildo straw jutting out from her mouth. She stared at me in disbelief as I started sucking up semen, I had been behind from the start, and I really needed to turn that around, so I seized the opportunity to beat Hannah, and get the advantage next time.

As I sucked the jizz into my mouth I jerked my head in surprise, it was unexpectedly cold, like it had been refrigerated. I tried not to think about how many guys' cum had been required to fill the bowl. It was weird handling jizz like this, not just because the jizz was cold, but somehow it felt more perverted to suck up cum, without having made a guy cum first.

I kept thinking that if anyone asked, I could pretend this was fake cum, like egg yolk and powdered sugar or something, and it made it easier to ignore the cameras recording me and the crowd watching live.

Blowing the jizz back out though the straw was actually kind of fun, it splurted into the glass like a massive cumshot, a thin string still caught between the jizz pooling at the bottom of the glass and the dickhead. I continued trying to blow cum out, because it pooled in my mouth, unable to escape through the dildo straw resting on my tongue, but I just had to continue with my task.

We were facing each other and with each shot I unloaded into the glass, Hannah looked more and more desperate. I managed to spurt cum out into the glass three times before Hannah mustered the courage to join in on the challenge.

Hannah would only have to fill her mouth once or twice to fill her glass up, but she wasn't making a lot of progress, it seemed like she stopped as soon as any cum got into her mouth, so my glass filled much faster. A camera guy got really close to me, I wondered if this was something guys would get hard over. If this would become a clip someone would jerk off to, then I heard the crowd cheer as I filled my mouth with jizz, and I blushed.

The thought of making guys horny strangely excited me, and I found myself making an effort to really fill my mouth with each suck, filling my glass quickly.

"You're done!" I spat the dildo out and accepted a bottle of Haze Water. I washed the taste of cum down, feeling flustered by the cameras and the realisation that I must've swallowed a decent amount of cum in the process. The girl handed me the straw dildo to bite into again, and I ran out.

It felt good to be ahead, and I knew I could outpace Hannah during the running segments. After a few seconds I began to notice the familiar taste and scent of sperm in my mouth and nose, I tried to ignore it as I approached the next tent.

As I entered the white plastic tent, I started to doubt if Hannah would even get past this one. A tub stood on the ground, filled with the familiar viscous white liquid. Whatever we had to do now, it was surely gonna be a sticky experience, judging from the mess left behind from previous contestants.

"In the tub," the girl in front of me began, "you will have to find three keys. One of them will lead to the dildo, two of them will lead to cocks, eager to be sucked." She blushed and giggled.

I found the whole thing with these event girls bizarre, but this was the first time any of them had shown emotion, and it unsettled me even more than their usual indifferent attitudes.

I was really happy I had put in that effort earlier, Hannah entered just as I was about to dunk my head in the tub, and hearing she had to find seven keys, made me feel better about what I was about to do.

The sensation of submerging my face into the chilled cum was horrifying, I had somehow expected it would be like water, but the thickness was suffocating in an entirely different way, and I had to calm myself as I began my search.

The first key was easy enough to find, although hard to grab with my mouth, the key kept being pushed forward as I tried to bite into it, and my mouth filled with cum each time I opened up.

After frustratingly pushing the key to the corner of the tub, I had to go up for air, even as I sat up I still felt like my face was submerged, as all the cum stuck to my nose and eyes, and only by opening my mouth was I able to breathe, "Fuuck!" I inadvertently bursted out.

My eyes was still closed, but I could hear Hannah curse as well, unlike me her hands weren't tied behind her back, but I'd bet those mittens were impossible to really grab anything with anyway. I went down below again.

I found the key again, and realised I had pushed it right to another key hiding in the corner. I managed to wedge the key out from the corner with my nose, and grab the head with my teeth, and re-emerge within a few seconds, I spat the key out to the side, took a breath and went back in. If it wasn't because of the inescapable taste I had almost forgot I was diving head first into a tub of what was an insane amount of cum.

The second key was just as easy, up, spit, back down. This time I went to the opposite corner and worked my way forward, and sure enough there it was, I grabbed it the same way I had done with the others and pulled myself back up, and spat the key out next to the other two.

I had hoped for a towel, but instead someone pulled my shirt up and wiped my eyes, nose and mouth, making my shirt cold and wet with sticky jizz. Once my eyes weren't covered, I looked down at myself.

My nipples showed through the sticky damp fabric and my face and hair was still dripping with cum. I took a swig of Haze water when offered, making sure I rinsed my mouth thoroughly.

The girl dropped the dildo in the tub, "Oopsie!" She said with a vapid grin. I sighed, this seemed so rehearsed that I figured she'd done it each time, I looked at Hannah who had managed to pull the third key up, both her arms were dripping and she had managed to splash her shirt, making patches of the white fabric see through.

I could grab the dildo easily enough, but now I had sperm in my mouth again, and this time no one offered me any water, so I just had to continue to the last challenge, at least I had an idea about what to expect, no matter if I liked it or not.

I was well ahead of Hannah as I arrived at the final tent, inside three curtains hung, at least on my side, on the opposite side there were seven curtains. That was a relief, I had one in three chances to find the dildo I thought, as the girl here started to tell me the rules. "Behind one of these curtains you'll find the golden dildo you must bring to the finish line, but be aware that behind two curtains you will find cocks." This girl was expressionless. "If you choose a curtain with one or more cocks, you must make them ejaculate" One or more cocks?! I thought, as she continued, "...if you are unable to make them ejaculate within the five minutes window, you'll get a penalty, but be allowed to continue to the finish line, without the golden dildo."

Five minutes blowing up to six guys off seemed like an impossibly short time, even if I didn't actually know how long it usually took if you were really going for it. I started to panic, what did it mean to finish without the golden dildo, and how would I even manage two dicks if they appeared behind the curtains?

Most of my experience revolved around trying to avoid the climax, and the training I had done leading up to the Girls race also didn't really focus on making guys come quickly. "Time starts now." The event girl said almost monotone ly compared to that other girl.