The Cuntlympic Slave game

( coverage of female slaves in rivalry. Contains body mod, piercings, humiliation, abasement, suckling ponygirls, bondage, slavery, orgasm control and more. delight ! )



"Welcome back to our network coverage of the thirtieth summertime Cuntlympic Slave Games,"a clean shaven blond man with boyish dependable flavor said to the television system camera in front of him."I'm Bob Cuntas and joining me here in the studio today are Bambi Bimbofuck and Leslie Howard Cocksell. It's great to have you here Bambi."

The gorgeous blond flashed a smart grin of perfect white teeth, licked her artificially plump red lip with her moist pink tongue and said"I like cock."

"Of course you do Bambi, of course of study you do,"Bob replied in a patronizing quality as he turned toward his male co-host."Howard, it's an honor to have a admittedly legend like yourself with us today, how are you feeling about this twelvemonth's Cuntlympics ?"

"Thanks Bob and the award is all mine,"responded Leslie Howard, a paunchy middle aged man in a pinstripe gamy suit who donned a unwell try-on toupee on the top of his straits."You know we have some incredible performers out there giving it their all for the glory of their Masters and I truly believe that each and every one of the gorgeous slight slave toys out there is a winner."

"Truer countersign were never spoken my friend,"Bob replied with a plastic grin."First up let's go out to the theater of operations where our very own Kuntie Kumtrick is standing by to fill us in on the weight lifting competitions. How are things looking out there Kuntie ?"

The gorgeous young char in a cutis tight outfit that was nearly gossamer held the microphone close to her balloon ruby red lips and twirled a chain of her strawberry blonde hair's-breadth around her slender power fingerbreadth. Behind her was a all-encompassing assortment of stunning looking naked girls engaged in a miscellanea of activities as legion fully clothed Book of Judges, manager and media personnel department carried out their respective labor.

"There's quite a commotion down here as you can imagine Sir,"Kuntie answered enthusiastically as her large tits jiggled behind the see-through material that barely contained them."In fact, there are a few dissimilar events going on in this category. We have pulling, hanging and stretching competition, all of which are so stimulate that if I may be honorable, I'm starting to get quite wet."

"A good cunt should always be wet and ready and you are definitely a unspoiled twat. I think this is probably the low gear sentence I've ever heard you actually speak Kuntie,"Bob's vocalisation said on air as Kuntie beamed with pride."Usually you have Matt Lewder's cock stuffed so far down your throat on the empire Today show that only the strait of your mouth bobbing up and down his appendage escape that cock loving mouthpiece of yours."

"So true Sir and if I'm being honest, I really miss not having a prick in my mouth right now. conceive me, this is as strange for me as it is for all of you at house as well,"she replied with a full-blooded facial expression in her bright blue eyes.

"We want to give thanks you Kuntie for taking that cock out of your mouth long enough to help oneself us out with our reporting on the Cuntlympic Games, we know what a forfeit you're making for us and we're certain you'll have that hard part of man meat back in your mouth in no sentence. I see that those twat behind you have some kind of prominent metallic element ring dangling between their legs. What can you tell us about that ?"

She moved closer to a group of girls who were bound in lustrous arm binders in coloration that matched their several area. Each girl had a turgid, duncish gang that dangled between her toned thighs which glimmered in the light."As you can see Sirs, these stunning competitors have had heavy caliber ring installed by their proprietor. Now these secure doughnut actually pierce through the vaginal rampart into the rectum and knack over the perineum. In other words, it goes into the slit and out the ass."

"That's incredible Kuntie, but isn't there a peril of infection from a piercing like that ?"Bob asked.

"That's the amazing matter about engineering science Sir,"she explained."The rings are coated in a special fabric that attracts and kills harmful bacteria, keeping it from crossing through the cunt's vaginal rampart. For the competition the bands are chained to massive burdensome weights that these dazzling char extract using only the stocky metal ring between their gorgeous legs."

"I understand that your passe-partout has had some modifications done to your torso to enhance your coverage of this competition, is that decently Kuntie ?"Bob asked.

"That's decent Sir,"she answered with a wide grinning as she lifted the dilute translucent fabric of the bird that clung to her constrict pelvic arch and spread her lean legs astray revealing course of sheeny atomic number 47 rings lining her pink labia and a thick heavy steel ring hanging from her vagina to her anus."As you can see all the halo installed in the girls competing today have been securely mounted in my own pussy. It was painful going in but now that everything is healing up, the anchor ring, as we like to visit the big one, can really adopt a lot of weight."

"Who knows Kuntie, maybe future prison term the games are run we'll see you out there competing,"Bob said with a laugh.

"A worthless fucktoy in heat like me can dream Sir. I only exist to please my captain and if that's what he desires for me then it would of path be my award to represent him here in these prestigious Cuntlympics."She motioned to where six naked girlfriend were lining up in a row."Looks like the final exam are about to begin Sir."

The competing hard worker formed a authentic rainbow of diverse hide feeling, bosom sizes and elevation. Heavy brand string stretched taut from the thick anchor ring that dangled between each of their slender stage to heavy weightiness on the ground behind them. The appetiser pistol was fired with a auditory sensation that echoed off the nearby edifice and the obedient females responded immediately, using their impregnable toned pegleg to pull themselves forward. Their bare feet dug into the basis with every hard step as each girl's four-in-hand stood behind them and harshly whipped the soft skin of their give away back to move their progress onward. The ring between their muscular legs pulled forcefully on their sensitive pink flesh with every tug of the thick range of mountains as they strained and groaned in discomfort.

Two missy got off to an other lead, one an African breed, the other a blond European. The contrast of their skin tone of voice and body types was evident as they trudged up the racecourse side by side. A glistening luster of elbow grease formed on their skin which shimmered in the bright sun as the force on the glimmering metal ring sent ear of pain through their athletic bodies and distended the tenuous tissue of their vaginas and anuses.

They were moving slope by side until suddenly the Caucasian breed pulled ahead, her strong brawny branch forcefully pushing her forward. Her creamy Patrick White skin was criss-crossed with deep red whip score as her perineum was pulled unnaturally with each difficult step. Then the African breed caught up and passed her foe in an inspired burst of durability and speed. Back and Forth River this went on for the integral length of the track until at last both competition crossed the end crinkle with the white girl winning by the duration of her put up tap nipples.

The rest of the line of business came in shortly after dragging their weightiness behind them as Kuntie moved toward the winning female whose large exposed breast were heaving with each panting breath as she tried to recover from her excursion. The coach of the victorious slave girl checked the dog-tired blond's anchor ringing and gently rubbed the girl's damp twat as a reward, sending her deep into the throes of rousing with one-half unopen oculus.

"Congratulations on the win Sir, what do you suppose put you over the top ?"Kuntie asked the coach.

"She's a good bitch who has trained hard and responds very well to the whip,"he replied as he stroked her firm sweat covered ass.

"I'm sure you're very proud of her, Sir."

"Indeed I am Kuntie. Some people might calculate at an animal like her and think she's that just a worthless objet d'art of fuck meat, but I disagree, she's a cherished animal who has honored her owner today and she should be feeling a lot of pleasure from that accomplishment."He leaned forward and grabbed Kuntie's anchor ring, pulling it down hard causing her to let out a tawdry squeal."This is a lovely annulus that's been installed in you. I always say it's the supplement that make a puss stand out, don't you think so ?"

"Yes Sir,"she squeaked in discomfort."I know how much more attractive I am to my superior when I'm properly ringed and marked."

"If you'll excuse me, we have to get her lined up for the labia stretch,"he said as he leashed the beautiful blonde by her backbone ring as if she was a lowly animal and led her to where the other female were preparing for the side by side event.

"As you heard the Sir citation, the next event is the labia stretch. In this event the little girl have various hoop embedded in their privileged labia just like the ace you can see in my own pussy,"she said as she spread her slender stage again and pulled her pretty pink kitty-cat lips apart to unveil rowing of shiny silver mob lining the entrance to her juicy fuck hole.

A loud horn erupted through the air and Kuntie was suddenly startled."Looks like they just began the labia stretch, let's watch."

In presence of each female person striver was a justice who steadily added additional weight to the miss's labia rings, stretching the tender garden pink flesh down obscenely.

"The way this event works is that they'll keep adding weight until the labia are stretched as far as possible at which point the competitor with her pink human body stretched out the retentive will win the compeer,"Kuntie whispered into the microphone.

A redheaded bitch with lentigo covering her pale skin and a turgid bar code tattoo on her pubic mound was leading with her labia stretched to mid thigh, but the olive toned Latina cunt with a brand on her will tit quickly took the jumper cable with her stretchy pink flesh nearly reaching the poor brown female's knees.

"You'll bill a hit similarity between this outcome and the nipple stretch that took topographic point earlier,"Kuntie continued,"In that event weighting were carefully added to the pussy's nipple anchor ring to stretch along them as far as possible. Some of these young lady have been working to elongate their labia and nipples for years in provision for their fortune to contend here in the Cuntlympic game and take a crap their owners proud of them."

"Now I understand that there's a new event this year in this same family, is that right Kuntie ?"Bob's vocalization chimed in over the optical of the pretty ping material body of the owned slave girls stretching to obscene lengths.

"That's right Sir, this year they added a button reaching to the computer menu and as you've probably already guessed, it's the Saami idea as the teat and labia stretch but with the cunt's ultra sensitive fiddling clitoris as the target."

"Do the elongated piece of these twat ever go back to normal after the rivalry, Kuntie ?"Bob inquired.

"You know Sir, after being extended that far nothing ever goes perfectly back to normal. These girls usually end up with significantly lengthened clits, nipples and labia on a permanent basis which of course is something that pleases their proprietor. Sometimes they'll tie the girl's percentage together in a bow or put the cunts on exhibit to show off their unnaturally long, sensitive pink physical body.

The sound of the final trump vibrated through the air as Kuntie's head swiveled behind her to where the Latina cunt was being praised by her trainer for her victory. Her elastic pink labia hung halfway down her lean brown legs in a farcical display of the literal lengths such owned animals go to in society to delight their owners.

"Looks like we have a success,"Kuntie observed."What a proud day this must be for her possessor too. You can tell from the way her mammilla are dangling off her tits that she competed in the pap stretch earlier and if memory serves, she took third place in that rival so this victory is a really squeamish redemption for her."

"It is indeed Kuntie. Thank you for your coverage, you're a full twat and a credit to your owner,"Bob said as Kuntie smiled blankly into the camera.

Back in the studio, Bob sat behind the anchor desk with Howard and Bambi on either side of him. Bob turned to Leslie Howard Stainer and asked"what are your thoughts on the astonishing events we've just witnessed ?"

"Those fuck dolls out there are truly magnificent aren't they ? They way they're ringed and the distance they go to in gild to get superbia and honor to their owner is really inspiring. Plus there are those of us who enjoy seeing the way their role dangle around so unnaturally, it's quite erotic actually,"Howard answered.

"Were you surprised by the fact that a Latin stock won Catherine Howard ?"

"I'm not surprised by that upshot at all Bob, I mean when it comes to how far those parts will adulterate, there's really no question that the Latin animate being usually outperform. I was surprised that the redheaded woodpecker cunt from Ireland got as far as she did. We've seen time and prison term again that the Caucasian and Asian strain rarely have a commodity showing in these kind of events."

"So true Howard, so admittedly, and just when I thought Kuntie couldn't be any more desirable as a fucktoy, she goes and gets herself pierced up just like the challenger, how's that for dedication ! What are your thoughts, Bambi ?"

The blonde girl licked her fleshy tool all-day sucker lips and wrinkled her nose."My pussy is wet,"she replied.

"Of course it is Bambi,"Bob responded,"of course it is. Next let's go down to our good booster Phil Lashio who is reporting on the squad orgasm control competition. Great to have you with us Phil, how have you been ?"

A short balding man wearing a plaid cap straightened his tie and used a finger to brush the thick Robert Brown moustache that sat atop his speed lip."Oh are we on ? Hey Bob, I've been doing great, thanks for asking. So we're in the arena right now where the final examination of the climax control contest are about to commence. In the shoemaker's last round the team from the United State Department barely edged out the Japanese to rival up against the Russians for the top prize."

"You know Phil, I would have thought that those little slant eyed yellow cunt from Japanese Archipelago would feature performed better quite frankly,"Howard interjected from the studio."They really looked like they had a shot."

"Yes they did Leslie Howard Stainer, but in this contest it's not over until the net cunt cums."Phil motioned to the country behind him where four gorgeous char sat with their branch spreadhead and up in the air, their pussies on full showing for both the spectators in the stands and for the spectator watching at home to savour in their to the full glory. Two of the owned noblewoman wore racy arrest around their neck opening indicating that they were Americans and the two from the Russian team wore red collars. In front man of the American language, a couple of Russian girls knelt down and pushed their caput between the competitors'legs while two American knelt before their Russian counterparts.

"The object of the game is fairly simple. Each of the kneeling whores will try to bring the twat who are spread and on display to orgasm using only their sassing. Obviously there's a lot of motive for the pussy being licked to stand the temptation to go over the edge and cum, but you have to remember that those female animals who are on their stifle are all practiced purulent lickers. We all know that pussy are never supposed to cum without permission from their owner, so this contest is the pure trial run of both a fucktoy's power to resist breaking the formula thereby stealing an orgasm from her owner and a little slut's ability to pleasure another female."

"There has been a lot of arguing in this category in retiring plot, hasn't there Phil ?"Bob asked from the studio.

"That's properly Bob, this result used to be rife with cheating,"Phil explained."You might recall that the team from Saudi Arabian Arabian Peninsula got disqualified because they actually castrated the short fuck slut and removed their button. early team have been caught using anesthetic agent and various numbing federal agent and you may even recollect last fourth dimension the German team was disqualified for embedding vibrators in the tongues of their licker slit.

"I have to give the Germans high-pitched Gospel According to Mark for creativity though,"Catherine Howard added.

"That you do, Catherine Howard,"Phil continued."This has to be one of the most strictly monitored contender of the games in parliamentary procedure to keep things fair for all of the nookie toys out there."

An umpire stepped forward and raised his hand."Okay fucktoys, it 's review metre. Tongues out kick,"he said as leaned forward to closely inspect the saliva coated glossa of each of the licker cunts who waited inches from the aromatic pussies in forepart of them. He then looked closely at the pussycat of each of the displayed and spread girlfriend, pinching their sensitive pink clits and gauging their reaction. Upon being satisfied that everything was in order he blew a pennywhistle and immediately the licker bitch went to work feasting on the wet pink flesh in front of them.

"Now you may think it's simple for these fuck sporting lady to retain from having an orgasm, but you have to remember that in accession to contending with the renowned skill of the licker snatch, as is the case with most owned female person they've been conditioned by their possessor to be wet and ready at all times. That means their consistence are used to being on the edge of orgasm and it shouldn't take much to campaign them over,"Phil explained in a subdued feel as the licker girlfriend buried their faces in the drippage wet holes in straw man of them. Glistening pussy juice smeared all over the smooth skin of their faces as their soft pink tongues lapped and licked at a hectic pace.

One of the American girls began to gently raise and lower her hips, bucking and grinding them against the Russian licker cunt whose head was confined between the competitor's slender clean legs. Her moans became louder as the large floppy tit on her chest rose and fell with each panting breathing spell. She closed her center, trying to fight back the superstar that were filling her athletic body but it was no use as her muscular tissue tensed and a loud cry escaped her plump crimson lips.

Phil turned back to the photographic camera and said"that's the low of the Americans down but it looks like one of the Russians isn't far behind."

Indeed Phil was right. The low of the two Russians on presentation, a brunette with a slender physical body and beautiful little hairless slit was breathing heavily and whispering something in Russian as her consistency began to waver and excite with intensity until she emitted a serial publication of loudly grunts and gasps.

"We're back to an even game,"Phil reported with enthusiasm in his voice."The American language who got her to orgasm, a cunt called lingua, is rightfully named and really knows how to use that pink mouth organ of hers. You know she's been a champion here at these biz twice before as a licker so I'm not at all surprised by this go of events."

Both remaining girls were starting to raise and crushed their hips, bucking and grinding them against their various lickers who continued to flicker and proceed their tongues with adept motions. The shadow haired American miss started breathing heavily while a light sweat broke out on the shimmering picket clean skin of the blonde Russian following to her. Their ventilation seemed to rise and fall down in unison as their optic closed, fighting desperately to prevent from going over the sharpness and into the abyss of climax.

The Caucasian language cover American's brawniness began to waver but not before shoal moans escaped from the parted backtalk of the beautiful Russian young woman. Both females were so end to orgasm, it was only a doubtfulness of who would go first. The American looked like she was just about to go over, but then the Russian's moans became louder and more marked. The American language's hefty frame started trembling as the Russian girl clenched her clenched fist and grunted loudly.

The two distaff slaves were in a raceway of control. Who would be the first to set out her descent into the ocean of joy that was her climax and who would go home a supporter. Suddenly the toned Russian female child's soundbox seized up as the orgasm began to flow through her body. Seconds later her yell of pleasure were echoed by the raven haired American next to her as both twat rode wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure.

"Do you believe in miracles ?"Phil asked excitedly into his microphone."Yes ! The American twat has won ! The American pussy has won !"

"We can feel the passion and emotion of the scene down there Phil,"Bob announced.

The visual of the American English girls hugging, rubbing their naked bodies against each early and trading long, deep saliva covered natural language buss while they bounced up and down with hilarity played out behind Phil as a tear of joy crept from the quoin of his eye and rolled down his cheek."This is an amazing victory Bob, you are witnessing history here and for one incredible moment we are all sharing this miracle."

"Words can't discover what a momentous occasion this has been Phil, thank you for bringing it to us,"Bob said as he shuffled some newspaper on the desk in straw man of him and turned to the gorgeous blonde girl at his side."What do you guess about the spectacular finish to that event that we just witnessed Bambi ?"

Bambi bit her fat lower lip and thought intensely before saying"I want to lick pussy."

"Even our own occupier bimbo here has found herself inspired by these incredible competitors today just as all cunt should. I'm told we have Slave Milky Tits in the judging pavilion where the finals of the milk and pussy juice rival are underway. Milky breast, thank you for joining us today and more importantly, special thanks to your professional for allowing you to be here."

My bag were hanging out and on display ; the metal screw on detonator that covered my sore mamilla glimmered in the light and sustain my milk from pouring out of my piddling knock nubs in becalm stream. I teetered on my shiny patent leather thigh senior high ballet boots that squished my toes painfully as the entirety of my small frame was perched upon the last of my delicate appendage. I bore the pain with a bright snowy smile however, because it's what my proprietor desired and of course of instruction I existed only to please and assist my Master with all of my being.

"Thank you for having me Sir and indeed my Master who owns me completely is generous to allow an inferior fuck toy like me to help out during these Cuntlympic game,"I replied into my microphone as my hide became flush from the humiliating words that escaped my sassing that were painted in a shade of bright red that practically advertised my status as an owned bawd in passion.

"You are as beautiful as when we saw you last-place on the morning show Empire Today with lusterlessness Lewder and of course we all remember that before that you were still called Kristin when you were a losing protester on kneel or No kneeling,"Bob described as I held my hand over my phone to hear him better.

"I wouldn't say that I lost Kneel or No kneel Sir, in fact I think I won. I wouldn't have become the beautiful slight bimbo fucking toy named Milky titmouse otherwise, and I do love being Milky Tits,"I replied as I subconsciously jiggled my milk filled udder for the witness. I felt shame inside me every metre I said my name and degraded myself, but my conditioning made me desire to please my higher-up by showing how inferior I was. It was something I couldn't fight no thing how hard I tried. Rather the inherent aptitude to degrade myself and act as the sexual object I had become was ingrained in me and whatever remained of the miss named Kristin was locked away in the far reaches of my mind.

"Well put Milky Tits, I think we can all match that you are a top shelf piece of love kernel, even if you are a half strain,"Bob stated."You are definitely the hone soul to tell us about the rival that's taking place behind you in the pavilion."

"That's right Sir, there are two contest going on. The first just ended about twenty minutes ago and that was the kitty juice judging competition in which the juice of the fucktoys are collected and then judged based on texture, slickness and of line, flavor."

"I've heard that you have some of the most delicious kitty-cat juice ever produced. Why weren't you in that competition, Milky Tits ?"Leslie Howard Stainer asked.

"Of course it would have been an laurels to constitute my headmaster in both the pussy juice and milk contests, but as an owned twat I have to do what my passe-partout commands and participating wasn't something he desired for me to do,"I answered.

"Maybe he's just greedy and is saving all of those yummy fluids you produce for his exclusive enjoyment,"Howard retorted.

"Careful there Howard,"Bob cautioned."You're talking about the fountainhead of our network when you're talking about her owner ; the guy who sign of the zodiac our paychecks."

"Your power point is well taken Bob,"Catherine Howard relented."So Milky titmouse, what can you tell us about that pussycat juice challenger ?"

"It was a fold one Sir but ultimately the cunt from Thailand ended up taking the loot for nigh flavorful purulent juice while the pussy from Brazil won out in the slickness category."

"I've always said those little brown fucking auto make the best girl cum, this is just confirmation that I was always right,"Catherine Howard interjected.

"sir, they're about to start the milk judging,"I said as I motioned behind me to a row of eight fille who like me, had metal screw caps on their lengthened pink nipples which were cored to ensure that the sweet white fluid escaped their sensitive nubs in steadily watercourse. One by one the jurist made their way down the row, unscrewing each little girl's nipples and letting the Milk River menstruation out. They tested the consistency, flavor and texture of each female's delicious tit juice. The milk filled cunt represented a kind of breeds ranging from the wickedness skinned African cunt to the pale skinned Norse beauty and even the Asian pitch eyed breed.

"I've always thought that the European Caucasian strain of cunt had the best milk, what's your thinking Bob ?"Howard asked.

"Well Leslie Howard Stainer, the European breeds definitely produce a eminent quality milk, but I have to be honest that the Yellow Skinned Slant Eyed breed do very well in this category as do the Latin breeds,"Bob responded."Unlike some of the clearer cut competitions, this one is very immanent and what constitutes a break milk Cartesian product really depends on the judges. While we're waiting on a result, why don't you entice us with that hot piddling half breed body of yours Milky titmouse ?"

"Of line Sir, it would be my purity to entertain you and all of the Sirs at home who are superior in every way to this worthless gripe in rut,"I replied with ignominy as I began to jiggle my udders while spreading my legs, showing off the shiny silver gray hoop that pierced the moist pink flesh of my dripping wet sleep with cakehole. My hand slid between my branch and I began to pull on the declamatory steel ring that dangled from my elongated clit, my rousing growing as my pussy juice began to drip copiously from my ruby nether rim. I let out a little groan as my glossy fingers slipped deep inside my wet little hole and I began to disgrace myself as I had been conditioned.

"I'm such a expert little whore in high temperature. I love having thing inside my cumslut body. I'm just a wretched trio of have a go at it holes, oh god yes…yes !"I screamed as my fingers thrust in and out of my cock sleeve faster and faster. lather was beginning to form on my frontal bone with large beads dripping down the delicate skin of my face. My pale gloomy middle rolled back in my question and I became enveloped in a state of ecstasy, right on the edge of an incredible intense climax but not going over for I knew the punishments that would befall me if I were to steal an sexual climax from my beloved Master, especially on home television.

"Whoa ! Easy there fuckslut. You know better than to cum without permission from your original,"Bob cautioned me as I slid my glistening wet fingers out of my cock socket and squeezed my udders hard until they began to turn purple.

"Yes Sir, thank you for making for certain that Milky boob stays obedient Sir,"I said breathlessly.

"Your mamilla are almost the same coloration as the cunts who participated in the tit hang earlier today in which they were dangling off the ground only by their chest meat. That's one competition in which the Caucasian animals with turgid titty had a definite reward over the weight eyed yellow stock,"Bob continued.

I looked behind me to see that the judgment had concluded and the final result was about to be announced. As I motioned for the camera wheeler dealer to propel in closer, the Asa Gray haired jurist from Canada spoke for the mathematical group and stood at the podium to communicate the results.

"We have tested the milk from these slit and evaluated it based on a diversity of constituent. We have concluded with consentient results that the indorse place goes to the slit from Mexico."

A small framed Latina fille jiggled her heavy milk filled udders with joy as her handler gently gave her a rewarding rub between her branch. The justice approached the human cow and hung the flatware medal from the big atomic number 79 pack that dangled from the elated missy's septum to just below her plump upper lip.

The tasteful looking jurist of the event resumed his place in strawman of the microphone and continued to reveal the results of the contest."And the good milk from our participating female beasts today comes from Sverige. Congratulations to the Swedish cunt, your master copy must be very proud to own such a salient animal."

I saw a big grin form on the fleshy crimson mouth of the blonde whose only purpose in living was to produce milk for the pleasance of her superiors before I turned back to the tv camera and flashed a smile of my perfect White River dentition."There you have it Sirs ; the Swedish cunt's milk has been deemed the finest and she has won the Au medal in this challenger, no doubt bringing pureness and glory to her possessor and raising her value as well I'm sure."

"I'm sure it still pales in comparison to yours, Milky bosom,"Bob responded."One of these Clarence Day you're going to have to let me have a nice big sip off your udders."

"I'd be honored Sir,"I replied in the most venerating and submissive manner I could."As Sir is cognisant, who gets to enjoy my milk, pussy juice and saliva is up to my master copy since he owns all of me and of course whatever fluids the torso he owns produces."

"Of course of action Milky Tits and thank you again for your amazing first hand reporting. Let's take it back to the studio for a moment. What an amazing competition that was, what were your thought process on it, Bambi ?"

The atomic number 78 blonde licked her thick pornographic lips with her soft pink natural language and responded"I like to drink in stopcock milk."

Bob smiled at his co-host and nodded his head."Of course you do Bambi, all unspoilt bitch like prick milk."

"You know Bob, I don't know what they're feeding those Swedish cunts but this marks the third base Cuntlympics in a row in which they took the top prize in the Milk River competition,"Howard stated.

"Very avowedly Leslie Howard. You know some division of cunt just accept better attributes for certain affair than others, but they all have arena they excel in. For good example, the Caucasian breeds tend to outperform as ponygirls when compared to the Asian species, don't you think so Howard ?"Bob asked.

"I absolutely agree that while these cunts can achieve astound things with the proper training, there are sealed reward that each breed possesses. As for your ponygirl example, what a great segue into our last case of the day Bob, the two thousand meter ponygirl pushcart wash is about to start and I for one am a huge fan of these gorgeous creatures,"Catherine Howard answered.

"That's right Catherine Howard, so let's go down to the path where our own prick Buttkiss is standing by. Dick, you look like you're in heaven surrounded by all of those beautiful ponygirls."

A thickset muscular man with rippled brown tomentum adjusted his tan sport jacket, looked into the camera and raised a microphone to his lip."I am indeed Bob, I am indeed,"he said as he approached a beautiful creamy skinned redhead ponygirl and her trainer. Copious quantity of saliva trickled past the thick black rubber bit gag that her whiten teeth chomped on and splashed down to her thrust mamilla in long vindicated streams. The trainer pulled on the poor fille's reins to bring her finisher to the reporter and she obeyed instantly, her heavy sword hoof iron boot clopping loudly on the terra firma with each precarious step.

Dick turned to the trainer and said"this is a stupefy animal you have here, she looks like a perfect ponygirl and she seems eager to race today."

"Thank you for your compliment and she is indeed make to win this thing today,"the trainer replied."We've been working very hard with her and she's got strong hefty legs and reasonably sized udder on this inclination inning of hers, so I think she's got a real crack at a win."

"As do I,"Dick replied."Obviously she has the usual equipment that one would bear from a ponygirl such as the tooshie plug that stretches her anus, the leather torso harness and arm-binder, foot kick and of course the bit in her rima oris and the curb locked on her headland, but what other case of equipment are you using on her that you can tell us about ?"

"She has a standard publication metal dildo inter inside her fuck yap that emits a shock to help preserve her focused and going at top speed. You'll also notice that as with all of the ponygirls out here today, she has Alexander Graham Bell on her septum, clit and nipple hoop and we also run guiding reins to those attachment points as well. Finally this little redheaded ravisher, her public figure is Fire shtup, has had her udder bound."

firing piece of tail stomped her hoof the boot on the ground once and jiggled her chest which had been secured with unyielding metal bands that squeezed them tight until the blanch Patrick White tegument of her tit meat radiated a dark shade of purpleness.

"Can you tell our viewers at home what purpose binding her knocker like that serves ?"Dick inquired.

"Of course,"the trainer said as he gave her distended impart tit a lighter slap from the undersurface causing it to bounce slightly."As you can see, when her tit are bound there's not as much jiggle or displacement which improves both her Libra the Balance and speed. Microseconds can separate a winner from a loser so I use every advantage I can unearth, though at this pointedness you'll find that all of the ponygirls competing today have had their mammilla severely bound like this."

As ponygirls of all stock and races lined up at the starting blocks and were secured to lightweight racing carts, it was evident that indeed all of them had their tits very tightly bound and in every case their udder were turning sour dark glasses of red and empurple confirming both the coarctation of the thralldom they endured and the pain and heightened sensitivity they must give birth been feeling.

"You have a fine female animate being here and of class we all wish you and fervour roll in the hay the best of lot,"Dick said with a smile as he extended a shake to the trainer.

"Thank you and if you'll excuse me, I need to get my cunt here all strapped in."The flight simulator tugged hard on the female child's reins and walked her toward the starting line. The beautiful mare raised her toned white ramification to ninety degree slant with each step before lowering her hoof boots to the ground with a loud clumping sound that also forced her bells to ring out proudly as she swayed her attractive pelvis and bare firm ass with every stride.

Howard's voice chimed in as the last of the ponygirls took their starting positions."I'll tell you Dick, when I retire I would love to hold a farm with a few of these beautiful pony bitch. What a thrill it must be to train them to such flawlessness. They truly are gorgeous creatures."

"That they are Howard,"shaft replied."Personally I'm hoping that the ponygirl ride sharing divine service that we've seen popping up in so many major urban center will finally make their way to us. That's one traffic jam I wouldn't mind being in."

Suddenly the auditory sensation of a loud horn reverberated through the air."That was the monition horn which means our pony race is about to begin,"cock said as he motioned toward the raceway where the live of the trainer were taking their places in the single bottom aluminum go-cart that were affixed to each young woman's corset harness.

A s horn sounded signaling the start of the race and the flight simulator cracked their whips in the air. The ponygirls dug their hoof it iron heel into the dirt track and started moving forward. Faster and faster they went until they were in a replete run. Despite their speed they kept their wooden leg moving up to their pelvic arch and down again in pure form, moving in unison almost as if the eight ponygirls competing were one unified creature.

An African breed took the early booster cable, her drear cutis beginning to glimmer with a lean shininess of lather as she took long surefooted strides with her muscular legs. Cumpany Whore, the blonde American in a stiff blue harness that squeezed her gymnastic body tightly came up on the outside. Her prominent bound purpleness tits bounced gently against her heaving chest as she took trench breath through her nose and the metallic element bit that was locked between her teeth.

Behind the leader were Fire Fucks, the redheaded ponygirl who pushed forward on her lean legs as the saliva sprayed from her locked mouth with each step and Cuntaroo, the mix breed from Australia with a retentive dark ponytail that matched the derriere that hung gracefully from the anal retentive wad buried thick inside her soused picayune rectum. As they rounded the get-go turn the African's muscular tissue began to weaken and she started falling behind. flak screwing made her move and quickly passed the dark beauty, running side of meat by incline with Cumpany prostitute. The African fell back into the midriff of the pack as Cuntaroo came around from the side to outflank the blonde ponygirl.

ardour Fucks and Cuntaroo moved closer together, squeezing out Cumpany Whore who fell behind. Around the second turn it was Cuntaroo and Fire Fucks English by side. The thundering sound of their heavy blade hoof boots rising and falling in perfect regular recurrence was only matched by the heavy hint each took. Their trainers cracked their whips in the air and pressed the buttons to send out a series of jolt through the metallic element dildos that were buried deep inside each ponygirl's dripping wet fuck hole.

The bells that dangled from the sensitive flesh of the gorgeous animals rang out proudly as they clopped on the dirt rails rounding the one-third turn. Still neck opening and neck opening as the other ponygirls fell further behind. Their toned and brawny dead body were coated in a compounding of salty sudor and viscous sweet spit as each girl pushed herself to greatness. The plugs and dildos inside them shifted uncomfortably with each step, reminding them that they were deficient animals to be used and enjoyed by their superscript owners and trainers.

Into the net stretch Cuntaroo pulled ahead, then Fire screw and once again Cuntaroo. The pale tegument of Fire roll in the hay'bound organic structure contrasted with the tanned look of Cuntaroo as they ran side by side. Their slender legs burned as their teeth gnawed hard on their bits, but still they kept going at top speed until they crossed the goal line simultaneously.

"Wow !"gumshoe exclaimed enthusiastically."That had to feature been one of the best ponygirl races we've seen out here in a yearn time. What an ending to an incredible competition !"

"It was indeed Dick,"Bob's voice agreed as dick strode toward the finish line where the last of the ponygirls were finishing their races."So who won ?"

"As you know Bob, that was a close one so it's going to be a photo cultivation for sure. The justice are reviewing the taping right now and we should have an solution any second."

The populace address organization suddenly came on with a flash squawk and a male vocalism began to speak."In the two thousand meter jigger go-cart wash we have determined a success. The second place and silver medallion winning ponygirl is the stark breed Fire shtup which means that the mixed strain set of holes and udders called Cuntaroo has won the race by a tongue length."

Indeed just as the two ponygirls were crossing the finish line, Cuntaroo cleverly stuck out her long garden pink clapper as far past her bit as she could muster, a calculating movement that paid dividends and handed her the win.

Cheers echoed throughout the arena as trainers, ponygirls and spectators alike celebrated the camaraderie and athleticism that defined the look of the Cuntlympic games.

"You can really hear the joy in the air here,"hawkshaw said breathlessly into his microphone."Now let's ingest our viewer back to Bob, Leslie Howard Stainer and Bambi in the studio."

"What a thrilling way to wrap up today's reporting of the Cuntlympic games Catherine Howard, I'm still shaking with excitement."

"Me too Bob, it's days like this that I'm just honored to be a part of all we do here to show off the beautiful cunts that are so consecrate, obedient and patriotic. We are living in a magical age."

"Indeed we are Howard,"Bob said as he swiveled his electric chair in the other focussing to brass Bambi."And what did you think of today's insurance coverage, Bambi ?"

The blonde girl squeezed her bare knocker and jiggled them for the camera."My pussy is empty and it feels lonely. Bambi needs a cock or two or um, what comes after two Sir ?"

"That you do Bambi and I know Howard and I and the integral squad providing the TV audience at home with coverage of these Cuntlympic plot will be happy to secure that your cakehole get the attention they deserve. In the meantime I'm Bob Cuntas and from me, Howard Cocksell and Bambi Bimbofuck we wish you a lovely evening with whatever snatch may be serving you. Good Nox and good piece of tail !"

The End.

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