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“It was a close one” the redhead says, surveying her sweaty and tired slaves “but it looks like you’re our winner!”

It takes a second to realize that she was talking to you, and you aren’t sure wether to feel relieved or terrified. On one hand the constant denial for hours was a torment that almost broke you, but on the other you’re afraid that being **** to orgasm over and over would break you even faster.

“Now you three, off to the kennels for tonight. You’ll need all the rest you can get for tomorrow!”

The kennels themselves were cramped and dark, with the only lights being the tv monitors on every wall replaying the greatest hits of the night. Among the other rooms that you never made it to you get to see hours of footage of yourself bound and squirming on the edge of orgasm. To your slight relief you also see that Ashley didn’t make it much further. Her cage is two down from yours, and on one of the screens you can see her from earlier in the night as she was stripped naked, gagged with her own panties, and attempting to keep up with a treadmill while in heels and with a vibrator in her pussy. Mascara ran down her face as she was made to orgasm but keep moving, only to discover that she had chosen the wrong answer and was dragged away.

If you weren’t exhausted and overstimulated already, you would have started masturbating to it on the spot. And why not? Everyone in here was already naked and watching each other’s most shameful and **** moments on the screens lining the walls already. Nobody would blink twice if one of you started pleasuring yourself. Still though, your desire to sleep quickly overtook your desire for an orgasm, and you drifted off.

You were able to get a few uncomfortable hours of sleep on the floor of your cage before the morning came, and the bright lights of the room turned on.

“Come on sluts, line up single file!” Redhead says as she presses a button to open all the cages.

Unsteadily, you and the other girls get on your feet and do as ordered facing the door on the far side of the room. Through it is a large tiled room with drains on the floor and faucets lining the walls.

“You get fifteen minutes. Wash yourself off and get back in line when you’re done! Take too long and you get an extra day here for every minute you go over! Clock’s ticking!”

The water is cold and harsh, but you manage to start scrubbing the sweat and grime off of yourself.