You win

Rita escorts you out of the stadium, and you are led back to the ship. You are strapped back in your stall as firmly as ever. But you can hear Rita say "Good pet,", and she starts to move the dildo with the adjustable rod up and down in your vagina. The motions are repeated until you finally come, moaning from the pleasure, squiring your juices all over the dildo, her hand and the floor beneath you.

"The next race is three weeks from now," she says. The dildo inserted back and the blinders relocked. "It is going to be in the Grand Arena on Ranak II. This is a short track. Kicking is also allowed. But you will also receive a different plug in your ass, one that emits electroshocks. So I would brace myself for the pain if I were you."

Once Rita leaves, you start to struggle against your bonds, twisting and turning your arms in the horizontal armbinder, your body tense against the chains that hold it in place. But eventually you realize it is useless, and you start to focus your mind on your next objective.