Before my unplanned break, I was working on finishing off an updated version of the original Cart Team image I did. Gone are the uniforms and practical shoes, replaced with new headgear and hooved boots. The sheen of sweat over their bodies is testament to how hard-working the ponies are!

Blinded, deafened, and unable to speak, Bec, Allison, and Erin have been reduced to gold-clad human art pieces. Two devices inside them keep them on edge, but only bring them to orgasm once every thirty minutes. In the time in between, each woman can do nothing but quiver and moan.

For their trouble, all three are being handsomely paid by the artist behind the installation, and their physical condition is closely monitored.

When Erin had told Allison about the hucow facility, she had not quite believe what she had heard. A business that milked women and processed the milk? Ridiculous. It had taken Erin's twin sister Bec corroborating her story to convince the blonde. Both Hazels had offered to refer her if she was interested in earning a little extra money while pregnant. That had been enough for her to consider it. While she had balked a little at the strict "no clothing" rule in the contract, the Hazel's recommendation and the money on offer meant she had dutifully signed on the dotted line.

A couple of weeks later, Allison found herself naked and strictly bound next to Kelly, a mutual friend of the Hazel twins, with teats attached to her breasts, which had already started swelling from the treatments they had received. Said treatments also left her feeling quite aroused, much to her frustration. The Hazels had warned her that she would crave release without being able to do anything about it for the first couple of sessions, but she had undersetimated just how horny the treatments would make her. The third day was when she was due to get a vibrator installed for the session and she longed for it.

Bec stopped and peered around the corner, checking the way ahead. She had so far managed to evade capture and edge closer to the exit, and victory. As she had made her way through the building, she had passed several others who had not been so fortunate, most of whom were being led to the Losers' Room to wait out the event. The ones who weren't had all been wearing black collars like hers, marking them as open to "free use" if they were captured. Bec spotted her twin sister Erin halfway down the hallway, getting ploughed by one of the two men guarding the hallway. Bec figured her twin had likely believed she could dash through them and let hubris get the better of her. A quick look at her face indicated she was not all that upset about her failure.

Bec surveyed the scene before her. With the second guard busy watching his colleague, she may be able to slip past him. She could also end up falling victim to similar hubris as her sister. After a moment, she decided it was worth the risk.

"I'm going to do another lap of the park. I'll be back in a few minutes to untie you. Try not to cum before I get back~"

Erin ran off down the track, leaving Lucas to struggle not to succumb to the wand. The blindfold over his face served to maintain the illusion of the scene by preventing him from seeing Erin stop after a few metres and sneak back to lean against a nearby tree.

Of all the events at the Bondage Games, the marathon was considered the most gruelling. Erin prided herself on her fitness, which was why she had decided sign up and test herself. Two hours in, sweat was pouring off her body, as she drooled around the hard plastic ball in her mouth.

The collar acted as a tracker and motivational device, ensuring competitors stayed on track and maintained a minimum pace between checkpoints.

An artificial voice came through her earbuds. 
"Speed unsatisfactory. Administering motivation."

She accelerated, but was too late. She yelped as her collar beeped and then gave her a small shock.