So Many Fetishes!! F 29yo

[If you want some context, please read Part 1. Enjoy!]

i knelt and waited for the starting pistol. my toes tensed in the dirt. my pussy, swollen and aching, dripped more of its drug-enhanced juice to the ground. my nipples were solid pink rocks as my already aching breasts hung in the air. i don’t know if i’m excited or just terrified. i’ll finally be given a release at the end of the race, but my trainer’s words still hung thick in the air. Was I ready to be bred? I couldn’t answer the question because the words “ON YOUR MARK. GET SET. GO!” boomed from the loudspeaker. The pistol fired on ‘GO!’. i jumped up and bolted for the trees. “Do i keep running or try to hide?” i kept running. If that is what my Master wants, i will run. i followed the path by the stream. There was a yellow tape marking it as the official path. i reached the bridge when i heard the shot for the Male runners. my own terror made me to keep forcing my legs faster. i had rounded the big field by the pond when i started to hear their footfalls. Tears streamed down my face to my neck and shoulders as the reality began to sink in. As i raced up the hill to the grandstand, the sound of footsteps behind me drowned out the pounding of my heart in my ears. i chanced a glance back. They were less than thirty feet behind me. i screamed. i was still more than two hundred feet from the stands, but my legs were burning and wanting to buckle. i pressed on not knowing why i wanted so desperately to get to the crowd of people here to see my rape. The closer i got to the stands, the closer they go to me. About one hundred and fifty feet from the crowds, i felt someone grab the tail. i yelped as it slipped out of me and someone jeered, “So close” over the loud speaker. “They’re in the home stretch now, folks. Soon we’ll know the winner. This may be a photo finish.” Thirty feet from the center booth, i felt a hand on my shoulder. i yanked away, but i yanked too far. my aching legs lost their balance, and i stumbled. i didn’t recover fast enough to escape. A hand caught one of my braids and pulled me back. Other hands grabbed at my flesh and lifted me up. They were fighting to finish the race, to see who would get inside me first. Someone got between my hips and forced himself into my hungry pussy. “Looks like it’s the competitor from Britain in first place” boomed over the cheers and shouts. my screaming was temporarily drowned out, but that wasn’t the ending i hoped it would be. A second cock buried itself in my ass. “Confirmed: Second place goes to the Spanish competitor.” i realized scores and times were being posted on a large board. i felt a hot jet of cum flood my pussy as the winner officially finished. He was pulled off and immediately replaced by another competitor. i started to feel pleasure overtaking my fear by the fifth cock. my breasts were being grabbed and suckled. Hot, eager pelvises kept rubbing my more than ready clitoris. As eighth place finished, i came hard and screamed my pleasure over the cacophony of the crowd. “Looks like number eight will have good odds for official impregnation, but that could be anybody’s game now.” i don’t remember how many times i came, but i couldn’t stand or walk by the end. Once the crowd had finished taking their pictures and the last competitor had me, my trainer came over and lifted me off the ground. My aching legs were streaked with the dirt that stuck to all the fluids that covered my body. He swung me over his shoulder and patted my behind taking great care to avoid my sore spots. “Good girl. The boss was a little upset they didn’t get you right in front of the cameras, but you put on one hell of a show! Looks like you got enough orgasms to last you for a while. I’m going to clean you up now. How about a nice, cold bowl of water and a treat after?” i whimpered a yes, and he carried me home.

[This is the set up of the main scene. If you would like some literary foreplay, read on. If you just want the action part, look for Part 2.]

It’s been one year since men claimed the world. All advances made by women have been wiped away. All rights have been stripped away, and all historic texts altered or burned. It feels like everything before was a fantasy.

Several new laws were enacted. They were posted everywhere two days before they took effect. All members of the female gender are forbidden from wearing covering of any kind other than necessary restraint and control devices. All members of the female gender are required to have an owner or be brought to public kennels for safe keeping. All members of the female gender are required to wear visible id tags at all times.

Some of us fought for freedom and rights at first, but those who resisted received the worst punishments. Some were sterilized and sent to work in public pleasure centers, but most received far worse. I was rounded up the first week. I used to run for fun, I think, so now I’m used for sport. I was bought by a track owner, but after winning several races I was bought by a private owner. He has several other women here. It’s very nice. We have clean stalls with soft hay. We get good food, and if we please him, we can be rewarded with a release. Most women are not so lucky. With the no equality, women’s pleasure is meaningless except for practical purposes, like conception. He doesn’t want us distracted from our training, so we only get release as a reward. We must wear a protective plate and numbing gel the rest of the time. Sometimes I don’t even remember what was supposed to be before. Lately I even forget that I used to have a name and not just a number. I panic a bit when those painful thoughts creep in, but my trainer signs me up for extra laps when that happens. He rides behind me on a horse and moves me along with his crop. I love those runs the most. I love the way my breasts bounce in the sunlight and the way my hair streams out behind me. I feel so alive and happy, but that’s all over now. Last time I was running extra laps there was an accident. I didn’t even see the rut in the track. I was looking back at my trainer. I fell hard. It hurt much more than any punishment I’d ever had. My trainer gave me a tranquilizer, and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was tied down, and I could only feel a throbbing in my leg. I heard my, owner and the vet talking. “She’ll never have the speed she had before, and she’ll be far more susceptible to injuries. She may never win another race.” “But, she’s our top asset on the team!” “Do you know how much this one cost me?” “Look, I’m sure you’ll make back your investment in her. She is still strong, so she can be useful.” “If I work on her and give her a strict physical therapy regimen, she may still be a great support member.” “No, I know a way to mitigate my losses. It can still be valuable. Get it in working order quickly.” “She should only be out for four weeks tops, Sir.” “We’ll have her back up soon, Sir.” I fell back asleep feeling relaxed since my owner seemed calm and the others were optimistic.