Race II

Need to endure the pain, you repeat to yourself as the next race is about to start. Just as before, there are forty-two contenders. None of you actually wants to participate in the race. But you are adamant on getting your orgasms.

Just as Rita said, your tail plug was switched for an electric one before you were led out. Tiny shocks rippling through your body as a signal to sharpen your senses. Something that in different circumstances you would hate at best. But this way it could become a serious hurdle.

With a series of mechanic beeps, the start of the race is signaled. The red line switching to green. And you begin to sprint forward in the boots, receiving multiple kicks on your thighs and lower legs by those ahead of you. But it is nothing to worry about.

You continue to sprint. One of the contenders collapse on the ground next to you from an ad hoc impulse from her buttplug. Then you receive one also, but luckily your pain endurance is as high as it could be, and you are able to remain on your feet, despite the immense pain the shock gives you.

From the corner of your eyes, you can see one of the ponies diverting course to you. And you are shocked to see that she is the woman you trifled with earlier.