[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.
It took weeks of careful healing and training, but here I am. This will be my first test race.
The gun goes off and I leap forward. My teammates are a little ahead of me, but I’m not too far behind them. My lungs are burning, and my legs are at their limit within minutes. I finish in last place by two seconds. I’ve fallen far from my first place spot. My trainer comes over with a sad smile on his face. “I’m sorry girl. I know how hard you worked, and I know you must feel disappointed.” My eyes well up; i’ve seen the work other girls do to be useful. i know i’m about to lose my soft straw and good meals. “I know what you fear may happen, but I already talked to the boss. He has other plans more suitable to your skills and record.” i brightened. Maybe i’m not in as much trouble as i thought. “Your first event will be in a week and a half.” i had a fleeting question as to why the timing was so specific, but it disappeared in my gratitude to my owner for not being so hard on me. Maybe he isn’t as bad as we thought.
The next two weeks were grueling. i trained every day. My trainer gave me energy drinks and steroids to help me get better. The steroids had an interesting effect on me. As my pre-race adrenaline got me pumped, my vagina would dampen. My trainer said it was nothing to worry about and it would help keep my thighs from chafing. i also noticed that my numbing gel was becoming less effective, but i chose not to share this with my trainer. As i ran, i became very aware of how my protective plate rubbed and stimulated me with every stride. My breasts were growing and becoming more sensitive. i thought it was just how hard i was working taking its toll. The night before my big event i was almost out of my mind. i couldn’t rub myself enough to get release, and the sensation was starting to drive me mad. i didn’t think i could sleep, but my trainer came in with my evening dose of steroids and a tranquilizer. “You’re ready. It’s going to be a different circuit than the one you’re used to, but if you do well, you’ll definitely get a release.” i was ready to beg him for one this second, but i knew the punishment for that. i didn’t want to be suspended with my behind in the air and a pipe pumping my pussy full of cold water all night. i drifted off feeling apprehensive and frustrated.
The next morning was a flurry of activity. i was taken for grooming before the sun rose. my nails were trimmed very short, filed and painted. my hair was braided into two long braids on either side of my head. my legs were waxed and my pubic hair tamed to a tiny triangle. It felt so nice to get cleaned up. my Master is so kind. This must be a very important race. i felt something strange as they worked on cleaning my behind. i looked down to see a fluffy fox tail just as they shoved the butt-plug end inside me. i had worn decorations like this for other races, but usually i trained with them too.
i soon discovered that i wouldn’t be running on the track at all. i would be running the path through the forest. This scared me, but i was determined to do my best for my kind master. Just before we set up for the start my trainer came up for one last pep talk. “Well, after today I won’t see you for a few months.” i looked up in shock. “Right, you don’t know. Well, since you can’t make the speed you used to, the boss listed you on a breeding site. So many great athletes replied wanting to breed future athletes with you that it turned into this big event. You’ll start running, and a few minutes later, they’ll start. As they catch you, they’ll breed you. You’ve been taking fertility drugs since you started training, and the vet said today should be about as fertile as you’ll get. There’s several bets going on about who will get you first and who will actually impregnate you, but we’ll find that out later. The whole thing is going up on pay-per-view. The boss is very happy.” i couldn’t breathe. my mind must have burned up from being on the edge of release all week. He didn’t just say all that. i shifted my legs nervously, feeling the plug move ominously. “Hey don’t be nervous. You’re going to do great. Plus, you’ll get nine months of down time and light work. There’s the announcer. Finish your stretches and get ready.” i stretched out my legs not knowing what else to do. The fluid ran down my thighs and droplets landed in the dirt between my feet. As i leaned forward, i saw the tail swing between my legs. i felt the heat radiating from my bare pussy as i touched my toes. i must not let my Master down.
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