Chrissie and Tonya eliminated

I felt the first ball pressing against my tight rear opening, but it didn't penetrate yet. I instinctively wanted to lean forward, away from that round, penetrating, invasive rod, but my legs were strapped in such a way that any such movement was impossible.

"There's a pause while the machines synchronize," said Paul in that British accent. "The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. To a one, these girls appear determined to be the victor of this critical event."

The hum increased slightly, and the pressure against my rear opening began to increase slowly. It was starting.

Thank goodness for the lubrication. I felt the first ball slide into my ass without difficulty, then the second ball. The third ball began to enter, and that one was a little more work. Still, it slid in without major resistance. Then the fourth one pressed against my opening, and it stuck for a moment. Then my muscle relaxed slowly, letting the ball move forward. It wasn't going easily, however. On top of that, I could feel the semen-like substance flooding into my ass.

"All the girls are standing strong," intoned Paul, "but I'm starting to see a few twitches. Tonya is looking a bit wan and Christine has just enunciated a curse. Who will be the first to fall, I wonder?"

I felt breathless as the fourth ball stretched my rear opening. My hand twitched over the red button, but suddenly I felt a surge of relief as the fourth ball suddenly popped inside my ass. My heart was still pounding, though, and I knew I only had a brief respite before the fifth ball began making it's way inside me.

"All four of our warriors have made it past the fourth ball," said Paul. "Their fortitude, their courage, all coming into play today. Truly, we have a match for the ages here."

Then the fifth ball started pressing its way inside me, and I knew I had a problem. I heard Chrissie cursing, and I wanted to join her. My heart was pounding and I knew I couldn't do it. I remembered Roadkill's words, however, and I kept my breathing steady. I made sure to relax as well. Well, to relax as well as someone who is strapped down naked being butt-fucked by a machine on national television can relax, anyway.

"All four of our contestants are amazingly still active, but they are struggling. This is the notorious fifth ball, the point where many of our contestants commonly fall. No round of Ass Off has ever had all four contestants make it past the fifth ball. Will this be the first?"

I could hear Tonya's breath hissing through her teeth, Chrissie was maintaining a steady stream of cursing that would have been funny if I hadn't been otherwise occupied, and I was pretty sure I was whimpering myself. The fifth ball was stretching my rear opening beyond belief, and the only thing stopping me from slamming that red button was knowing that I would be a permanent bimbo once I did. The pressure from the semen filling my ass was building as well. Just when I was sure I couldn't take it a second longer, however, a siren sounded from Chrissie's platform, and her spotlight blinked off, followed a moment later by Tonya's. Then the ball popped inside my abused sphincter, and an explosive gasp escaped my lungs.

"Christine and Tonya have capitulated!" announced Paul. "I repeat, Christine and Tonya have pressed their respective red buttons and have lost this event! Only Erica and Laura remain now, and that is as it should be. Both Erica and Laura are but one letter away from the throne, and these two warriors are going to take it down to the final moment of the event. Now, together, they will face the mighty sixth ball."