My colleagues' fun trip

"Get up! Get up!"

Sister Qin's urgent shouts jolted me awake. I saw Sister Qin, wearing only her underwear, frantically dragging me out of bed and rushing me to the bathroom. Sister Juan also rushed out of their bedroom in a panic, joining Sister Qin in pulling me into the bathroom. I had never seen them do this before, waking me up in their underwear.

They handcuffed my hands above my head and hung me up, then made me brush my teeth, wash, and give me an enema. They did everything for me. Finally finding a moment of respite, I asked, "Sisters, what's wrong? Why are you in such a rush?"

No one answered. Sister Juan asked Sister Qin, "What time is it?"

Sister Qin glanced at her watch: "8 o'clock."

"It's alright, there's still time. Take your time, be careful,"

Sister Juan said. "What happened?" I asked again. "It's probably because the match we played with you yesterday made us a bit tired, so we overslept today. We were supposed to get up at 7 o'clock to prepare for you, but we were so late. Luckily, we still made it in time."

After washing me up, Sister Juan and the others took me to the infirmary to apply medication to my mouth, anus, and vagina to increase the resilience of my epidermal cells. They also fed me a large bottle of nutrient solution. Then they inserted several electrodes into various parts of my body. "We won't tie you up anymore, but don't move!"

Sister Juan said. I nodded, and then they went to the control panel. A weak current passed through my body, but I didn't feel much. They were probably doing an examination. Soon, the two of them came over and took me to the changing room.

Sister Qin opened my wardrobe door and took out a set of clothes. It was the same bright red material as before, but this set of clothes was far too simple. First was a pair of gloves, but when I put my hands in, I realized that these gloves only allowed me to put my hands in with my fists clenched, and they were quite tight. With the gloves on, my hands had no freedom. The gloves extended all the way to my armpits, with two slightly narrow straps above the elbows and under the armpits. They were barely noticeable unless you looked closely, but these straps held the gloves securely on my hands. Sister Juan even twisted a key on the strap under my armpits, suggesting it was a lock; without the key, the gloves couldn't have been removed.

Next was a very narrow bra, about 3 centimeters wide, a hard, rounded piece on the front. This bra simply lifted my breasts, making them firmer, offering no coverage whatsoever. It also had a clasp on the back.

Thirdly, there were leather stockings that reached up to my thighs. There were slightly stiff straps around the knees and at the groin, but only the groin straps could be locked.

Fourth, there's a rather unique pair of high heels. These are sandals, exactly the same color as my clothes. There's a cross on the instep, and a loop on the heel that fits snugly at the ankle. This loop also has a buckle. Although it looks simple, it fits snugly against my feet without any gaps, as if it were connected to my socks. The 16cm heel is my favorite!

Finally, there's the headgear. This headgear covers everything from the chin up, except for the mouth area. The eye area is transparent, just like yesterday. After the headgear is tightened with ropes

, a slightly stiff "lid" covers the ropes and locks it in place with a buckle. This completes my gear.

Although I was equipped, it was completely different from usual. The most important parts were completely bare, which puzzled me greatly…

Then, Sister Juan and Sister Qin spent a total of 10 minutes washing up and getting dressed. Today, they were both wearing full-body bodysuits, one purple and one black, with their heads exposed, belts around their waists, and black 12cm high heels—looking like queens. Finally, they checked their watches; it was almost 9 o'clock. They checked my equipment again, handcuffed my hands behind my back with simple handcuffs, and then tied two ropes to my nipples, passing them through clitoral rings, and pulled me out of the room, one on each side. At this time, the square outside was already filled with spectators. Mu Mu was on the stage in the middle, shouting: "Thank you everyone…"

just the usual polite phrases, while Sister Juan and Sister Qin pulled me to the entrance of the track. It was exactly 9 o'clock. "Please welcome our number one m, No. 1!"

With Mu Mu's shout, the three of us walked into the arena, a deafening cheer filling the entire space. Suddenly, I realized that every part of me except my hands and feet was completely naked in front of everyone. A wave of humiliation and shame washed over me; I felt my face turn red to my neck. I wanted to turn back, but the pull of my nipples and clitoris prevented me from doing so. Luckily, I still had my head covering; no one would recognize me. They would only see a woman's body, not me… I kept reassuring myself…

When I reached the middle, I noticed many more pieces of equipment on the stage today: a testing machine, a support frame, some medical equipment, and finally, a complex set of equipment. I quickly recognized it because it had tormented me for a month, turning my body into this even more lewd state—it was the machine that had initially trained me in the "four horses" bondage. Seeing it made my legs tremble. Was I going to have to use this in front of everyone today?

Today's competition was: which team designed a race car that could outrun No. 1 within the same timeframe? Team No. 1 will reach orgasm the most. To ensure fairness, we will first reset No. 1's libido to zero. Then, before each team's competition, we will use drugs to bring her to peak libido for a short period. Simultaneously, we will inject her with energy throughout the competition to maintain her stamina. If she still has libido remaining, we will reset it to zero again and use drugs again for the next team's competition. This ensures that she maintains the same peak libido and stamina throughout each team's competition. Whoever has the better car will naturally bring her to orgasm more often, making this the fairest competition. Now, team leaders, please draw lots on the stage to determine the order of appearance. During this time, I will explain the competition rules: First: Staff must ensure that No. 1's libido and stamina are reset to zero before each team's competition, and then brought to their peak. Second: Each team will bind and compete according to their designed car, and No. 1 must not be... The following rules apply: 1. No injury to No. 1's body; 2. Each team's race car speed is constant at 2 km/h, and the track is 400 meters per lap. Each team runs ten laps, which takes two hours; 3. The race car design must adhere to regulations and cannot use additional power to drive the "sexual aids" on the car.

This means that the dildos and other devices used to stimulate No. 1's body cannot use additional electric motors or other sources of power; they must rely on the rotation of the wheels for energy, which tests the quality of the transmission systems used by each team; 4. Each team must use a standardized dildo, which has the advantage of recording the number of orgasms No. 1 experiences; 5.

The vehicle's battery can only be used to deliver electric shocks to No. 1; 6. If the vehicle's battery is not used and the entire process is achieved through the transmission system, 50 points will be awarded; 7.

The ranking will be based on the number of orgasms achieved by each team, from highest to lowest, with points awarded as follows: 200, 160, 120, 80, and 40 points respectively. The final score will be calculated by combining the scores from the previous race.

Ninth: Teams that violate the above rules will be disqualified.

Hearing Mumu announce the competition rules, I felt like I was about to explode. Today I was destined to live in a world of constant excitement, but my heart was filled with immense anticipation and joy, reminding me of the crazy times I used to have in the office…

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but miss the old days. At least back then, I could secretly indulge in my ecstasy in the office, with no one interfering, no one disturbing me, and no one knowing. The happiness was mine alone. In the eyes of outsiders, I was still a high-class, elegant, beautiful, and capable woman, respected, admired, and loved by everyone. Unlike now, being the most wanton woman in the club, exposed to everyone's gaze, the happiness I receive has become distorted. It's no longer truly making myself happy, but bringing happiness to others. I feel a little regretful... But the slowly flowing fluid from my lower body brought me back to reality. Isn't the happiness I feel now...?

The order of the draw is over, in the following order: Future Pavilion, City Life Pavilion, Beautiful Dog Pavilion, Imprisonment Pavilion, and Pleasure Pavilion! So, please have the staff make the necessary preparations for No. 1, and please have the Future Pavilion prepare for the competition. At this moment, Sister Juan and Sister Qin came over and pulled me under the iron frame. Compared to the training I received before, the conditions were much better. At least there was a clean table with a soft cushion for binding. Soon, my two older sisters tied me up like a pair of horses and secured me to the frame.

Then the frame slowly rose, lifting my body off the table, and I supported my weight with my legs, hands, and other parts of my body. Next, they inserted several electrodes into my head. "This is a crucial demonstration of fairness in today's competition. These electrodes measure libido through the response of the cerebral cortex and physical strength through the ATP in the blood. As you can see on the big screen, No. 1's libido is 80% and physical strength is 100%!"

Mu Mu explained from the side, truly marveling at the technology...

After the two of them attached electrodes to my nipples and clitoris, Sister Juan went to the machine control panel and started the machine, while Sister Qin removed the mat from the table. With a machine beep, I felt my body being raised further. Then Sister Juan supported my body with her hands, fixing me in a certain direction. At this moment, I was facing a pillar, and slowly, a thick penis, 5 centimeters thick and 8 centimeters long, slid down from above the pillar. Sister Qin, supporting my body, put the penis into my mouth.

Then another sound came from behind me, and Sister Qin walked up behind me, supporting my body as well. Two thick objects entered my two holes. Although I couldn't see them, I could feel that this size was definitely unprecedented, at least 8.5 centimeters or more, larger than the ones used before. The insertion was slow, but I could clearly feel the wrinkles and bristles, scraping against my inner walls. Then, accompanied by the roar of the machine, the two pillars converged, inserting the penises deep into my mouth, vagina, and anus.

At this moment, I finally understood that the purpose of this outfit was to prevent any props from entering my body! This way, even without the ropes binding me, I couldn't get off this machine. I wondered, what about the AV dildo we used during the training? Was it not used? It would be much easier without it! But I was wrong, it wasn't that it wasn't used, but that it had been upgraded.

The table directly below me opened in the middle, revealing six tentacle-like objects. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be six robotic arms, each attached to a small, vibrating dildo. These weren't the large-headed dildos I used before; they were the small-headed kind I used when I was a "spotter." The intensity of the vibrations was indescribable. Soon, the small heads of the six dildos were pressed tightly against my nipples and clitoris.

With a cry of pain, all the devices began to work. The display showed my libido instantly reaching 100%, and I reached orgasm just 20 seconds later. But what I hadn't expected was the intensity of this full-body stimulation—it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, completely different from the stimulation used during my training. The stimulation of my three sensitive spots was unprecedented; the intensity of the electric shocks and the dildos was incomparable to any of the devices I'd used before. Especially the stimulation of my clitoris—the small heads of the two dildos gripped my clitoral glans, relentlessly ravaging it.

During this time, there were intense electric shocks, which I couldn't bear. The two dildos inside my lower body rotated and expanded at high speed, especially because of their large size, they gripped my two holes tightly, stimulating me to the point of ecstasy! After one orgasm, there was no time to rest; less than 10 seconds later, another orgasm followed. My body trembled constantly, and my vaginal fluid gushed out like urine, continuously. My mind went blank, as if I were in paradise, enjoying the happiest moment in human life. Let me keep having orgasms like this…

Soon, my libido and stamina slowly decreased. After 35 minutes, I felt like I was in hell. Could someone please rescue me? Let me go? I couldn't take it anymore, I was going crazy. The stimulation to my sensitive areas was unbearable. Although I was still having orgasms, I couldn't take it anymore. Tears were streaming down my face through the hood... After 40 minutes, my libido dropped to zero. You know, I spent eight days in there during the training, and now it only took 40 minutes to destroy me...

I was taken off, my mind was blank, and my limbs were weak. But I didn't get any rest. I was strapped to the frame and stood spread-eagled. Two older women cleaned my body and genitals, removing saliva, tears, and vaginal fluid. Then, they inserted needles into my clitoris, nipples, and arm veins. Afterward, they went to the control panel and injected drugs into various parts of my body. On the big screen, my libido was rapidly increasing. And it wasn't just the value that was rising; I could feel my strength and consciousness returning, and my genitals started to itch, as if nothing had happened. "We're injecting our specially formulated sex stimulant, but of course, we can't tell everyone about this hormone. Okay, our No. 1 is ready. Now, let's have Team Future come up and start the race!"

At this moment, Team Future's race car was already parked next to me, and the two older sisters had already gone into the dressing room next to the stage. Team Future is Mumu's team, and I knew this car must be something special! There were three team members in total, all wearing black bodysuits and black hoods. After taking me down from the rack, they pulled me onto the race car. This car was also a flat platform, and the electric motor should be under or inside the platform.

The platform was a hole, from which a short metal rod extended, with a pulley on it. A belt connected the three pulleys, and the pulleys would drive the belt to rotate. What was special was that there was a small steel ring next to the lower pulley, and the belt passed through the hollow hole in the small steel ring. Upon closer inspection, the belt was covered with countless knots of different sizes. Besides the pulleys, the metal rod on the back extended upwards into a frame, topped with a red ball about 5 centimeters high. Slightly downwards, about 5 centimeters, a strip of tape hung from the metal rod. 20 centimeters down, two nipple suction cups hung down, and another 20 centimeters down, another strip of tape hung down. Simultaneously, round rods extended 30 centimeters to each side, with two wooden sticks vertically atop the tops of the round rods. This was the structure of the Future Team race car.

Before putting me on it, they first put a special red chastity belt on me. This chastity belt was very thin; apart from tightening at the waist and the necessary connecting parts, there was no excess material on my body. The two designated dildos inserted into my body were tightly bound by the chastity belt. At this point, it looked like two thin red lines passing through my hips and connecting to my waist, while my lower body was completely exposed. There was no indication that two large dildos were inserted inside me, which also gave an idea of how tight the chastity belt was and how deeply the dildos were inserted.

After completing this preparation, they picked me up and placed me in the foot clamps, which locked in place under pressure. My legs were firmly spread at a 60-degree angle, and the leather strap was "eaten" into my genitals, pressed downwards into a concave shape. Then they adjusted the length of the pole, making me tilt my head back. The red ball at the top of the pole was pulled upwards, turning into a red gag. My head went through the tightening straps on both sides, the gag was stuck in my mouth, and the 5-centimeter tape below was tied around my neck. The two nipple shields were also stretched and bit down hard on my nipples, and my waist was also tied up with tape.

Finally, they raised the frame, forcing me to stand on it in the most stretched position with my legs apart. Then they pressed a switch somewhere on the vehicle, and all the tape and gag on my upper body tightened inwards with a powerful force, securing me firmly. Once tightened to the maximum, I could only stand with my head tilted back, chest out, and stomach in, legs apart. Although my arms were free, I had no movable fingers. Finally, a pair of single gloves were put over the back of the metal bar and locked in place. That completed the binding.

At this point, Mumu began to explain: "First, our race car uses... such-and-such material, (basically, the material is environmentally friendly, sturdy, etc.). Second, everyone knows the function of this belt; it's like a hip rope. The rotation of the wheels drives the belt to rotate, of course, at five times the speed of the wheels. Also, the small steel ring at the bottom is made of magnets, creating a magnetic field. And the belt isn't actually a belt; it's made of metal and can conduct electricity. When the car moves, the wheels drive the magnetic field to rotate, and an electric current is generated in the belt. What areas can this current stimulate? I don't need to elaborate. Another successful feature is that this breast pump can mimic the feeling of a baby suckling breast milk, driven by the wheels." The piston increases or decreases the suction force inside the suction cup, making you feel a powerful baby sucking at maximum force and frequency. Meanwhile, the two horizontal bars behind my buttocks rotate with the wheels, causing bearings connected to springs to spring back when they pass through the latches, causing the two sticks to whip my buttocks. "Let's experience the effect in a race!"

The race car then drove along the S-shaped track at a constant speed, while the hip straps beneath me began to move rapidly, constantly scraping my clitoris, accompanied by direct electrical stimulation. This rapid stimulation was no less intense than the "treatment" I had just received—it was very strong! And as Mumu had described, my nipples and buttocks experienced intense sucking and powerful whipping. Although the two penises inside me didn't move, the friction of the straps and my own movements made them seem to move.

The race car moved to the outer lap, and I passed in front of every spectator. The jeers around me never stopped, as if they were watching a joke. Of course, I knew what they were laughing at. At that moment, I felt like a man urinating, my legs spread apart, urine flowing down my genitals. Because Mumu knew that the key to achieving orgasm in the shortest time was clitoral stimulation, the design of this belt was truly wicked. Although my orgasm frequency wasn't as fast as before, it was still quite astonishing.

My first orgasm took me 2 minutes, while the second one lasted about 40 seconds. As a result, a large amount of vaginal fluid flowed out, lubricating the belt and dripping down it like I was wetting my pants. My legs were trembling uncontrollably, but I couldn't bring them together or squat down. On the contrary, I wished I could stand taller and straighter to get away from the belt, but that was impossible until the first round of the race was over...

And so, two hours later, the Future Team's car returned to the starting point, the central stage, on time. This time, it wasn't my teammates who took me off, but two older women. When they took me off, I felt my legs were too weak to support me, but everything else was fine. Then, the two older women removed the dildo from my body. The dildo in front of me displayed an astonishing 138! I had actually orgasmed 138 times in those two hours...

This number might be astronomical for many women, and even for me before I came here, it was astronomical, but now, it's no longer astronomical, and on the big screen, the libido value was still 100%. Screams, gasps, and curses erupted from the surrounding audience. Many exclaimed, "So many orgasms, two hours already, and she still has such a strong libido! How lewd is this woman?!"

But I knew it was all due to my two older sisters and Mumu's efforts to develop me. After all, their experiment concluded that my libido would remain at its peak for 2 hours and 35 minutes before starting to decline! Mumu setting the time to 2 hours, neither too long nor too short, probably also had the intention of humiliating me.

The Future Team members moved the race car into the showroom, and the "astronomical number" of 138 was recorded in the score column on the display screen. At this time, my two older sisters weren't idle either. They directly tied me up and reinstalled me on that device. For about 20 minutes, my libido was still at 100%, and it finally dropped to zero after 50 minutes. Then, after cleaning and injections, I was "ready" again

to face the competition at the City Life Pavilion!

It was already 1 PM. Mumu spoke into the microphone: "Ladies and gentlemen, our match will continue, but it's lunchtime. I'm sure you won't want to miss such an exciting game, so the club will soon provide you with a carefully prepared lunch. We hope you enjoy the match while you eat!" Soon after, over 100 waiters appeared from different areas to deliver lunch to the audience. As for me, I was already aroused and highly sexually active, with no desire to eat, and began the next round of the match.

The racing cars in the city life pavilion were simple; the lower body was the same, as if they were all custom-made. However, the upper part was quite different. This time, the body was that of a motorcycle, only without wheels. The only special thing was the seat. Ordinary motorcycles are flat, but the front half of this seat was flat, while the back was raised. I was pulled over and put on the motorcycle, my buttocks were covered by the raised part, and two rods protruded from the middle of this rounded part, inserting into my vagina and anus. Then they put my hands forward into two small holes on either side of the front of the motorcycle and then used clips to lock them in place. My hands were locked inside. Then two ropes were tied to my nipples and connected to a part below the front of the motorcycle. This restraint made my buttocks stick out, my body was basically parallel to the ground, and I couldn't lift it even a little bit. Finally, they folded my legs back and used two leather shackles to fasten them to the top of the rear of the motorcycle.

The car started moving, and the two rods in my lower body began to thrust in and out, and to my surprise, I felt a strong vibration coming from my clitoris. At this moment, my mind became exceptionally clear, because when Mumu recited the rules earlier, I remembered that only the car's battery was allowed to provide electric shocks, not vibrations. Vibration requires electricity, so did he design a small generator like Mumu? As I thought of this, my thoughts became chaotic, because the physical stimulation had begun, and it was at my clitoris. Three minutes later, I experienced my first orgasm. During the orgasm, due to the spasms in my body, I felt as if my clitoris had left the vibrating spot. So after the orgasm ended, I began to try to find a way to get rid of the vibrator.

Ultimately, I discovered that because my body was bound like this, although I couldn't lift my body or put my feet on the ground, I could forcefully straighten my legs, which would move my buttocks forward. This would reduce the depth of penetration of the penis, and my clitoris would move away from the vibrator. Therefore, the race car posed less of a threat to me. So, I would sometimes move forward and sometimes backward to enjoy it. After two hours, it was over. When the two women took me off, the penis inserted into my vagina showed 32, not even a fraction of Mumu's. As I was being removed, I quietly told the two women about the vibration. They nodded, indicating they understood, and then put me back on the machine to "release their pent-up frustration"! While I was being tortured on the machine, I vaguely noticed that Mumu seemed to have brought several people to inspect the race car. The final conclusion was that the City Life Team had fouled and their results were disqualified…

I was so frustrated! Damn it, Mumu, you should have checked earlier and disqualified them! I've been tortured for two hours and now you're announcing their results don't count! Seriously…

Then my consciousness faded, and I was swept into a blank by the relentless, intense orgasms. After 58 minutes of machine release, I waited for the third round of the competition. It was already 5 PM, and the audience was having lunch again.

The third team to appear was the Beautiful Dogs team. This time, five members came up. One was responsible for my head—a very realistic and perfect headgear, looking just like a dog, complete with a muzzle. There was a large gag in the mouth area, so I couldn't hear or see anything outside. The second member was responsible for my breasts, carefully tying two bells to my nipples with thin strings. The third was responsible for my hands, folding my forearms and upper arms and binding them securely with tape. The fourth and fifth were responsible for my legs, folding my legs and upper legs, binding them securely with tape as well. Then they put me in the car. At this point, I felt only two penises entering my body; nothing else touched me.

Then the race began. As the car moved forward, the two penises started working, and my orgasm came at a moderate pace. But after about 10 minutes, I started to feel pain in my knees and elbows. I started moving my body, and this race car that allowed me to move freely was a huge flaw. I was moving forward and backward again, just like before. Moreover, its equipment was nowhere near as good as the dog costume Mumu had given me before, especially the handling of the four points of contact, which was extremely unprofessional. Finally, I endured the pain in my knees and elbows and finished the race, achieving 28 orgasms, which is about the same as my usual frequency. Perhaps my libido has indeed increased a lot after coming here for the "modification," otherwise, according to my previous habits, this intensity of stimulation would not have given me so many orgasms. Afterwards, I was once again tied up by the four horses...

This time I stayed up there for about 80 minutes before getting down, probably because the stimulation before was too little, causing my libido to accumulate in my body.

The fourth to appear was the Imprisonment Hall. The race car's design appeared to be a rather complex device. I was led into the car in a semi-squatting position. First, a metal ring locked my neck, then my waist, and my legs were pulled apart, with my knees locked at the maximum extent. Finally, handcuffs on both sides locked my ankles. The team then adjusted the metal rod in my genitals, inserting two dildos.

The front one was the designated one, while the rear one was the kind Mumu had used on me before. Then, wires were connected to my nipples and clitoris, and a gag was put in my mouth, completing the binding. As the car started, the dildo in my genitals began to move, while the rear one was merely larger and not as powerful as when it was plugged in before. Electric shocks came to my three sensitive spots intermittently, and I quickly reached orgasm. The race car at the Imprisonment Hall was far superior to the previous two. After two hours, I returned to the starting point. The Imprisonment Team had achieved 84 orgasms, temporarily ranking second.

It was already 1 a.m. the next day. Mumu walked to the center of the stage and said, "Thank you so much for sticking with us until now. Our remaining matches will end in about 3 hours. I see that a few of you have already left, so for those of you who stayed, I think there's an extra reward besides a late-night snack! The prize is a free voucher for each of you to enjoy a free regular member's service at the club."

Cheers erupted from the audience, but I was hoisted up again by a group of people. My stamina on the big screen was almost at 20%, and the two women quickly started the machine and injected me with ATP, restoring my stamina to 60%. This time, I only stayed up there for about 40 minutes before being taken down. Then, it was still time to boost my libido for the final round of the competition.

The last team was the Happy Team. Their vehicle looked simpler, just two pillars in the front and back with a hoist on top. They first put a single glove over my hands behind my back, then pulled me into the vehicle and hoisted my hands high behind my back. My body leaned forward, and a dildo was stuffed into my mouth and another into my vagina. I was momentarily puzzled. Why was my anus empty? Then I thought again, "Pleasure Hall," isn't that just that filthy old Wang? His pig-brain can only think of vulgar sex. Like now, all he can think of is me being penetrated from both ends, so there's only a penis in my back, and nothing else to restrain me. This level of stimulation is only uncomfortable in my lower back; the rest isn't really stimulation at all. So after two hours of competition, I only had 18 orgasms.

At that moment, I thought, "Finally, I can be free!" However, after being untied, I didn't get a rest; instead, I was fixed to the frame, standing spread-eagled. It was as if something else was waiting for me.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our second match has now concluded. The results are as follows: First place: Future Team, 200 points, plus 50 bonus points; Second place: Imprisonment Team, 160 points, no bonus points due to the use of electric shock; Third place: Beautiful Dog Team, 120 points, plus 50 bonus points; Fourth place: Happy Team, 80 points, plus 50 bonus points; Fifth place: City Life Team, no points due to a foul. Currently, the total scores from both matches are: First place: Future Team, 350 points; Second place: Imprisonment Team, 240 points; Third place: Beautiful Dog Team, 210 points; Fourth place: Happy Team, 150 points; Fifth place: City Life Team, 60 points. Of course, these results are only temporary. Leading teams should not be arrogant, and lagging teams should not be discouraged, because anything is possible in the final match. The final match scores will be: 400 points, 320 points, 240 points, 160 points, 80 points. So look forward to the next match!"

"Although today's competition has ended, it's already 4 AM, and we don't have enough rooms for everyone. Many audience members may also be without a place to go. Therefore, I'd like to ask for your opinions: should we hold some activities or just take a break?" The audience

shouted in unison, "Hold some activities!"

At that moment, I vaguely guessed that the next activity might be related to me, otherwise they wouldn't have prevented me from resting! Sure enough, I guessed right!

"Then, let's ask for your opinions again. I believe everyone's attention is focused on our No. 1. Shall we continue to focus our activities around her?"

"Okay!"

"Everyone saw each team's race cars today, and they also saw the equipment in the middle of our stage. I think we shouldn't come up with anything new. Let's just use what we have on hand for the rest of the time, okay?" "Okay

!"

"Then which equipment should we use?"...The audience erupted in an uproar...Everyone had different opinions, and they couldn't reach a consensus.

"Let's all vote! We'll use a 'screw' to determine which one makes the loudest sound!"

After six rounds of 'screw' testing, the final target was the "devil" machine in the center of the stage. I looked at Mumu and protested loudly, but Sister Qin quickly came over and gagged me. I felt helpless once again.

"So, I propose that since it's 4 o'clock now and our event ends at 8 o'clock, and today's competition is about who gets the most orgasms, let's see how many orgasms this machine can produce in 4 hours, okay?" This

seemed to resonate with the audience, and a burst of applause followed, with unanimous approval.

"I believe everyone has already witnessed the effects of this machine. It's definitely not good for our No.1 to be on it all the time. Therefore, for the next event, while we're having fun, please have our No.1's personal trainer conduct the activities with a sense of responsibility for No.1's health."

After Mu Mu finished speaking, she stepped off the stage and disappeared. Sister Qin and Sister Juan, having received orders, first injected me with a large amount of ATP and a lot of nutrient solution, then injected some sex hormones. I was once again in a state of intense lust. They quickly secured me to the frame. Then, the two of them focused intently on the control panel, constantly monitoring my various indicators, and began their so-called "activity."

From the moment the machine started, my mind was never clear for the next four hours. I maintained a frequency of orgasms every 10-15 seconds, and the ejaculated fluids were collected by additional equipment. During those four hours, I fainted countless times and woke up countless times, because it was continuous for four hours. Under such high-intensity stimulation, my body and soul reached their limits. After about an hour, the two sisters injected me with sex hormones again. In short, they kept me at the highest level of libido and optimal physical strength throughout the entire process. Four hours later, no one cared about the machine's statistics anymore, because in about half an hour, the number of orgasms had already exceeded the total number of orgasms achieved by all five teams combined, and the collected semen filled a full five liters.

By then, it was already broad daylight, the lights had been turned off, and all the spectators were gradually leaving. I was still hanging motionless in mid-air, watching my two older sisters talking to the big screen. Finally, they nodded as if they had received something, and then remembered to put me down. They then took me back to the bedroom and I fell into a deep sleep.

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