Despite the name, the Slave Olympics wasn't so much about outstanding athletic achievement as it was about prurient entertainment.
When my mistress talked to Lexi's mistress, she explained that I had a huge crush on Lexi. And it was suggested that news of my crush be revealed at a public event, with tons of people in attendance, and at least a dozen photographers.
The day of the erotically charged photo op, Lexi ran in a 100-meter race. She was impressive and she almost came in first, but at the last moment, a Norwegian pony slave pulled ahead of her and crossed the finish line first.
There were already hundreds of spectators there to watch the pony races, so it wasn't difficult to repurpose those very same people to attend the announcement about Lexi and me.
After the race was over, Lexi's harness and other pony gear was removed, and she was taken to the shower room along with all the other pony slaves to get cleaned up. Her owner had already informed her of the public spectacle that was to follow, and I imagined she was just as excited as I was.
Even though I wasn't covered in sweat, I was taken to the showers, and I was lathered up, scrubbed and rinsed off just like Lexi and her teammates. When I had been vigorously cleaned, inside and out, I was gagged, my wrists were chained behind my back and a short length of chain was used to link my slave collar to Lexi's. Lexi gave me a look of excitement and helplessness as we were led back out to the arena together. Her eyes were bright with both fear and lust. Lexi had been sexually attracted to me back when she was a free woman, and as a slave, her orgasms were rationed; she was kept in a constant, agonizing state of sexual tension. Slaves were constantly ready for sex, a fact that I was painfully aware of.
It didn't take a genius to see that Lexi was ready for sex. Her nipples were visibly hard and erect, her face was flush, and her pubic lips were tumescent. She whimpered as we were led together towards the center of a large room with thousands of spectators in the stands.
"Mmmff!"
she protested through her gag as her leash was tugged and she was made to march forward. We ended up standing on gym mats, a pommel horse a few meters away indicated that gymnastics were normally performed here. Slave gymnastics? I think I heard about those somewhere. I noticed a balance beam much further away to my left.
A woman wearing a wireless microphone headset marched towards us and then a spotlight focused on Lexi and me, putting us at the center of attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" the woman called out. "Please direct your attention to these bound and gagged slaves in the center of the arena!"
There was a murmuring from the crowd and suddenly I felt ten times more naked, as thousands of eyes focused on me. It seemed as if my naked body was being scrutinized intently by everyone in Sessia. I felt a powerful urge to use my hands to cover my naked body, but of course that was impossible.
I squirmed helplessly as thousands of pairs of eyes ogled my breasts and bare buttocks, and then things just got more intense.
Lexi's leash was unclipped from mine. She was dragged forward to a specific section of the crowd so they could get a better look at her. The lady with the headset told Lexi's backstory as she continued to lead her around.
"This slave is named Lexi, she's currently a pony slave, but years ago, she was a free woman. And during her time as a free woman, she had a crush on a slave named Diane."
One of the arena employees then grabbed my leash and led me around, so spectators in the front rows could get a good look at me. She led me around the room, taking me to the westernmost part of the room, the northernmost part of the room, etc.
Naked, bound and gagged, I was led around the room so everyone could get a good look at me. A few bold people smacked me on the ass or copped a feel as I walked past.
"Now that Lexi is a slave girl, she no longer has the authority to order Diane to do things for her, but she still has feelings for her. She still wants Diane's mouth between her legs, she still wants Diane's naked body pressed against her. How frustrating it must be to feel such desire and not have the power to do anything about it."
There was a smattering of amused laughter from the crowds. A number of people in the BDSM community enjoy getting slaves sexually aroused and then watching them suffer in sexual agony, keeping us on the edge of orgasm for hours and watching us pant and writhe and sweat.
"But Diane's owner thought it would be entertaining for these two to be reunited. Does anyone here agree? Who here would like to see Lexi and Diane writhe and rub their naked bodies against each other for our prurient entertainment?"
A number of people responded in the affirmative, but that wasn't good enough for the lady with the wireless headset.
"That's not very many," she complained. "I need to hear
thousands
of enthusiastic, screaming fans tell me they want to see these slave girls engage in hot, frantic lesbian sex,
or I'm sending them both home right now!"
That did it. The people sitting in the stands didn't want Lexi and me to go home without entertaining them first, so they screamed. There were thunderous cheers and demands for Lexi and me to vigorously tongue each other and act like libidinous lesbian sluts while they watched.
They pounded their feet and bellowed and demanded that we provide them with a shamelessly erotic show. And when the roar of the crowd died down, the M.C. promised that Lexi and I would indeed provide them with libidinous sapphic entertainment.
I was still reeling from the roar of the crowd when a young spectator leaned forward, grabbed me by the thigh, and pulled me towards him. A security guard stopped him with a good-natured reprimand, but not before his fingers managed to brush up against my wet sex.