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Chapter 9 by enf_curator enf_curator

How do I perform?

Getting Lubed Up

Once I was in position, two techs moved up and began to strap my forearms, thighs and calves into place. One of the techs was Roadkill.

"Try to stay relaxed back there," said Roadkill, speaking quietly out of the side of his mouth. "And remember to breathe. That's the important part. Breathe through it, no matter how much you want to clench."

He finished tightening the straps. There was no give to it, no wiggle room. I was locked in place. My heart started pounded. I was embarrassingly wet. I could smell the masculinity of the techs. I could smell myself. I wanted to cum.

Suddenly I felt fingers pressing into my tight rear opening, and I gasped, heart leaping into my throat. Now there was something warm and squishy back there.

"Lubricant," explained Roadkill.

"A little fucking warning next time!" I said.

Roadkill chuckled. "Next time I'm about to lube you up for a butt-fucking, I'll warn you."

"I'd appreciate it, dammit!" I said.

I heard indignant squeals coming from the others as well, so I knew I wasn't the only one irritated at getting lubed back there on national television. Still, I was glad of it in one way...trying to do this without lube would have been distinctly uncomfortable.

Everything went quiet. The lights dimmed, and four spotlights turned on, illuminating each of us individually. There was a low-pitched hum as the back door love machines turned on and came to life.

I **** myself to remain calm. I knew this could be the last event for me, and my nerves were strung tight. I took a deep breath.

Then another spotlight came to life and focused on a man sitting at a table on the side of the stage. He was wearing a tuxedo. When he leaned forward and began speaking into the microphone, I recognized his voice as that of the unseen Paul, who usually did the announcements unseen. However, now he was coaching his voice in the rich sonority and clipped verbs of a British sports announcer.

"Well, we've got a real pressure-cooker going tonight. Four young ladies, two of them on the brink of elimination, all preparing to engage in the Anal Off. This will be a true test of will and in the end, one of these girls will be able to hold their head high."

How does the round go?

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