Tough call, but you pick the moutharpoon.

Two minutes is plenty of time to look over the course and pick a weapon.

The course before you is something out of a pervert's third fantasy on a day of non-stop gooning. It's total misogynistic nonsense, like if Ninja Warrior's designers made a beginner course, but then filled it with extra fluids, sharp things, self-articulating paddles... Your dick is hard just looking over the demeaning and dangerous layout. There's even a pit of warm cum under one of the trapdoor obstacles.

Karly, Caitlyn, and Sawyer stand, in little starting boxes, primed and ready to go. The first thing in front of them is a ramp, the surface just classic throw pad blue, nothing scary really, up to the first zip-line obstacle. The course has its spots, but compared to the weapons, it's actually looking a little tame.

The weapons table is a pretty random and very broad spectrum, from playful to violent, from harassing to dangerous.

You could pick the taser, an easy way to simply walk onto the course, disable one of the girls, (or more than one?) and take what you want from her. The dodgeball basket might be fun; glancing in there you actually see a wrench too. One weapon is just a dildo, not useful compared to your actual penis. Then, there's something that looks like a diver's weapon, a harpoon gun, but the tip is not a blade. It seems like an extra-fat mushroom cap, shaped like the end half of a penis, but wider than a normal dick or dildo head.

Flipping it over, you see the serial number, scratched off, and the gun says 'Dickharpoon'. What you first thought was a safety is actually a selector switch, currently set to 'mouth'.

You look up, and standing before you on the throw mat ramp, is a babe, all slim curves and silicone tits, in a mini-skirt and a checkered tube top, with a high ponytail coming out the back of her racing cap, holding a checkered flag in her hand, squeezing her big fake tits together with her toned little biceps, and beckoning for you to approach the starting line.

"Sir, we're ready to start whenever you are, but, um..." she falters, as you stride up to her, dickharpoon in hand.

"'Um', what, woman?" you ask, getting frustrated with her already, the weapon in your hands feeling like a tool you need to use.

"Um, we just, we can't start without... a man to say so. So, just give me the signal, whenever you're ready."

"Here's a signal for you," you say, and reach out and grope her big fake tit. The flesh is soft, and the silicon under the flesh is differently soft, weird but your rock-hard dick throbs at it with delight, fake or not.

She waves her flag, and the three contestants take off.

Karly is sprinting, with no control, but fast. Her tits are swinging under her tight top, the piercings, apparently bars, rubbing against her top. Of course she'd have no bra under her flimsy top. So far, this place is nothing if not consistent. She makes it almost all the way up the seven foot ramp in the time it takes even the other two slightly more athletic and more appropriately dressed women to make it half the distance, but the other two are still upright, when Karly starts to fall forward from her uncontrolled sprint.

You, Master of Ceremonies and Wielder of the moutharpoon, done with the flag bimbo, walk along the side of the course, up a little set of stairs, to stand at the top of their ramp, looking down at them, weapon in hand, and beside you, a little control panel, for the 'ramp' obstacle.