The crowd roared with laughter as the girls, with the hammers jutting out of their vaginas, attempted to spin round three times and then release the hammer in the right direction. Only chain girls with highly trained inner muscles had the slightest chance of managing such a feat of delicate coordination. Even then they fell over, tangled the hammer up with their legs or flipped it wildly to one side or the other of the target area. Just a few hammers, flung with a grunt of effort and twist of hips and toss of breasts, trailing droplets of girlish juices behind them, flew in the right direction.
This time sheer vaginal experience counted and Cherry Chain came third.
The last event was the Sword Relay. This was a twelve-lap race round the track for all four teams in which they had to pass on the Glen Lothy version of a batten. This was a short double-bladed foam-rubber sword crossed by a handle bar. Naturally they did not hold it in their hands, which were of course cuffed behind them.
The first four girls of each chain lined up at the starting line. Jutting from their vaginas were the blades of their individually coloured swords. The gun cracked and they dashed off, hips rolling and breasts heaving, pounding their way round the track to the cheers of the crowd.
As they came back round to the starting line the second girls in each chain were waiting doubled over with legs spread and braced wide, presenting the flushed and gaping gashes of their vulvas as targets. Their teammates pounded up, panting and gasping, rammed their hips into the waiting haunches and thrust with their sword battens, stabbing the blades deep into their slave sisters’ clefts. The new girls clenched the blades inside them, stood straight and dashed off, the blades that had been inside their sisters now jutting out ahead of them, glistening wetly.
Round and round they went. After four laps Cherry was in third place but Kashika darted round nimble-footed, overtook the Jade Chain girl and made a perfect transfer to Lisa’s waiting sexmouth. But they were still trailing behind the Azure Chain until their number ten made a clumsy transfer, bumping her sister off balance and wasting precious seconds stabbing away desperately trying to find her slot. On the last lap it was Yvonne, with her full breasts bouncing and heaving, holding off the challenge of the Azure number twelve. By a hard red nipple she breasted the winning tape first.
All eyes turned to the scoreboard to see the accumulated points. A cheer went up. Cherry Chain had won the games by a single point! In her delight Vanessa kissed Jennifer’s knees then inner thighs and would have gone further but her smiling mistress pulled her firmly back by her leash.
A red-cheeked and exultant Cherry Chain, hastily towelled down, assembled in front of the Laird’s podium. The Laird congratulated them all as he pinned winners’ rosettes to their breasts, and they gave happy whimpers in return.
Vanessa expected the Laird to close the Games. Instead MacDonald and Mister Stewart carried a trestle hung with straps out in front of the podium and set it down.
‘I have one final award to make,’ the Laird announced. ‘Bring forward Vanessa Nineteen White!’
MacDonald and Stewart strode up to a dazed Vanessa, took her by an arm each and led her over to the trestle. They laid her backwards along its padded top and strapped her down, with her legs bent back and splayed wide facing the podium. Her stomach fluttered as she felt a brief but delightful frisson of acute embarrassment. Fifty people could look right up her exposed groin. But she was a Shiller girl. This was what she lived for and she held herself proudly.
The Laird was standing over her smiling. He had a shining metal device about the size of a staple gun in his hand. ‘For her efforts to ensure the continued safety and security of Glen Lothy and the company, by the order of our esteemed Director, and with my hearty endorsement, I award Vanessa Nineteen White a second gold ring.’
And he held up a tiny golden circlet, the twin of the one in her left labia minora. Vanessa gaped at it in wonder.
He bent between her legs. There was a moment of exquisite pain, and then the feel of cold metal slipping through her delicate right petal of flesh and closing tight. Dimly she was aware that the crowd was applauding as her heart thudded with pride. Now she was a two-ring girl.
Then the Cherry girls crowded round her, kissing her lips and breasts and newly pierced labia. Suddenly Kashika was straddling her, her soft warm loving pussy pressing into her own, their juices flowing together. Kashika’s breasts were mashing against hers even as their lips met and melted together. And Vanessa kissed her back with equal passion even as her eyes filled with tears of joy. Life did not get any better than on this magical afternoon in the valley of the Girlflesh Castle.
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