The day after Zenya’s debut performance torturing Tatiana, the teenage fuckslut stood outside Judge Harmon’s Arena, ready to begin the challenge for the five surviving cuntwhores. “Welcome to the Foundation Superslut Challenge. The five favourites chosen by you to perform the most degrading and painful tortures are about to begin their ordeal. My name is Zenya Ostarenko and I am here to ensure these bitches entertain you. Today they will remove the batons set in the stage and hold them in their arsehole. The first cuntwhore to drop their baton will be eliminated, and spend the next five days suffering for your enjoyment. Are you ready, cuntwhores?” “Yes Mistress.”
The five sex slaves squatted on the batons, the rough coating reaching deep inside their raw holes. The pain was intense, but a moment later their agony increased when sharp electric shocks ripped through their taut and aching bodies. The cuntwhores grunted, but none howled from their ordeal. Zenya laughed to hear the fucktoys gasping as they withstood the savage abuse. “What’s the matter, honey,” she asked Florina. “Can’t you take a little plug in your arse?” “I can take it, and I will,” Florina replied, determined to defy the teenager Russian tart. “I am the superslut.”
The five fucktoys were forced to draw the baton from the stage and hold the hardened rubber. These cuntwhores had been raped, buggered, fisted and abused for years, but after more than twenty minutes they all struggled to keep the baton off the ground. Once more, Zenya turned to Florina, asking how she could endure such a degrading ordeal. “This is so embarrassing. I would just die if they asked me to do that. Have you no shame?” This time, Florina did not answer.
Zenya came to see if Tatiana, the busty Russian slut, was about to release her baton. “Do you want to go back to the wall. Clearly, ten hours was not enough for you to learn your lesson.” “Mistress, please, I beg you,” Tatiana pleaded, desperate to avoid the torment of another visit to the Arena wall. Zenya turned to Olga Asimova, Gem, who was already writhing from the strain of holding the baton in her ravaged hole. “Drop that stick, fucktoy, and I will make you scream.”
Zenya was distracted from her humiliation of the Russian acrobat by the sound of a baton hitting the metal stage. Lia Cardenas howled in despair, knowing her gruesome fate. “So, you are the fuckslut who will be entertaining our audience for the next few days. Get ready for absolute agony, you stupid Mexican bitch.” Lia was suspended from the stage to allow the audience an excellent view of her gaping wet holes during the five days of vicious abuse. The four survivors stood beneath Lia, relieved to avoid her suffering. Zenya, however, issued a stark warning. “Listen, bitches, the stakes are higher now. The loser of the next round will be punished for seven days,” she told them. “The torment has only just begun.”

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