Florina knelt before Zenya and Yelena, utterly defeated, and now she was about to be humiliated. She begged to be spared her abuse, but Zenya only laughed at her pathetic appeals. Yelena joined in the derision. “You fucking useless Mexican bitch,” she growled. “You are about to get what you deserve.”
The following day, Zenya brought Yelena back to the Arena for the concluding ceremony. Florina was now suspended from the top of the Arena tower, her legs drawn wide apart by the most powerful cuffs. The electric charges surging through her body left her enduring the most savage abuse. A camera remained beside the captive slut, broadcasting every moment of her twenty days on display over the Arena.
Meanwhile, on the stage Yelena was presented to the Foundation Channel’s viewers, sprawled on the ground with her legs drawn tight in a humiliating and painful pose. Zenya stood over the cuntwhore, once more enjoying the attention of the cameras and the thought of hundreds of thousands, possibly more than a million, viewers gazing at her tight outfit. She knew they would all be wondering what lay beneath, and she was about to satisfy their curiosity.
Zenya departed, after sending two batons deep inside her captive. The cameras drew near to enjoy the sight of the hardened rubber shoved deep inside Yelena's raw holes. The shocks from the electric cuffs left the victor groaned in pain while the audience awaited the return of Zenya.
The Siberian fuckslut finally returned and she was naked, eager to display her toned and taut athletic body to her audience. This was her opportunity to promote her brand on the Foundation channel, and there was no better advert than her outstanding body. The cameras drew near to capture her firm muscular body and her tight holes, and while Yelena whimpered from the electric batons ravaging her tender holes, she announced to the camera. “There is no need for a contest. I am the ultimate superslut.”