A massive paw, armed with wickedly curved claws swung at her head, aiming to snap her neck in a single blow, but Crystal was not there. Instead of standing frozen to the spot, she had rushed in a low crouch and at the last second, fell backwards in a slide across the packed earth, that took her between the bear's legs. She kicked up and out and the heel of her foot connected with the bear's testicles. In a scream of rage, the bear swung again, but missed her by some margin, but the arc of the swing threw the bear of balance and continued beyond the intention, stopping only when the cruel claws met resistance as they buried themselves into the trainers chest, knocking him flat on his back. In total shock, the trainer sat up immediately and then, almost comically, looked at the damage to his ribcage, before blood bubbled up from deep and foamed at his mouth as he slid sideways and the light left his eyes.

Crystal didn't wait to see what would happen next, she sprang up and ran for the turn she had miscalculated, the bear didn't follow. She took what should have been a left before her mistake and then angled right and then right again. The screaming from the audience told her she was very close now. Some shouted encouragement, while others, outraged at the death of the bear handler, screamed for her blood. Crystal came to a tee-junction and, faced with a fifty fifty option; chose the left hand path which opened up to the space in the centre and the red claxon button mounted on a black stone plinth in the middle. For her to win her freedom, Crystal was to hit that button, but the creators of the maze had decided that in case the runners did actually manage to find the centre before meeting a bloody demise, they would put one last obstacle in the way.

The cruel smirk of the Stallion's handler didn't change as his lasso flicked out and encircled her, pinning her arms to her sides. His companion threw, with perfect accuracy, a bolero with metal balls on a short rope. These wrapped around her ankles and brought her down face first in the dust. Her breath was driven out and her nose took the brunt of the fall, flattening it.

They dragged her to a hobbyhorse and tied her ankles to the base, forcing her to bend over the bench and then tying her wrists to the stays on the far side. Blood poured from Crystal's nose and her cries of frustration at being so close went unobserved. The stallion sensed that he was to have a warm cunt to bury his huge cock in. Almost within seconds; his cock grew and hung from his belly like a child's arm. In his arousal, he was brought to the hobbyhorse and the helpless Crystal. With practiced ease, he reared and thumped his fore hooves down on a purpose made ledge on either side of the prone girl.

His cock waved and searched for her cunt, missing on many occasions until, the handler grasped the mushroom-headed weapon and aimed it at her fuck hole for the beast. With a huge shove, he forced his cock deep into Crystal and then shoved again, bending the wicked tool almost in half in his desperate attempt to fuck her.

Crystal gasped, as her cunt walls were forced apart with the massive cock filling her up to more than capacity. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs and forced him in deeper. Then she did something that saved her life. In a concentrated effort, she clamped her vaginal muscles as hard as she could, pushing the horse cock out to a manageable depth. The stallion humped again and again, but wasn't able to pass the wall of muscle, it didn't matter, because he suddenly reared higher and screamed his climax.

Her muscles prevented the horse from getting too deep, but they could not stop the sudden flood of horse spunk as it shot, under force, into her guts. It seemed as if he was unloading gallons of his seed into her. Her lower abdomen bloated under the onslaught and swelled from the sheer volume. The horse pulled out of her and his cum shot out of her, spilling over the floor and pooling around her tethered ankles. The release from her body caused Crystal to shudder and her own climax took her suddenly and surprisingly. She was not even aware of arousal until she came.

True to the rules of the game, Crystal was untied and the tannoy announced shrilly, "one minute." Crystal was exhausted and lay immobile across the hobbyhorse while she drew her breath and last dregs of strength together for the final act.

"Go!" Wearily and tottering, Crystal managed two steps towards the plinth and her goal, but her legs buckled under her and refused to work. Somehow, she crawled and dragged herself across the packed earth floor, red dust mingled with the trail of horse and woman cum in a slick that marked her progress. The audience were going wild, some screaming for her to make it and others wanting her very dead.

Eventually, she reached the base of the plinth and with the last of her fast dwindling strength, managed to haul her torso into an upright position, but she was still a metre away from the big red domed button. A warning growl sounded uncomfortably close to her ear. Crystal froze in sheer panic. Then, collecting her wits a little, she turned to face the owner of the growl.

A Doberman stood a few feet away, his array of ripping canine teeth exposed in a threatening posture and his hackles rose in a dark streak down between his shoulders towards his tail.

Slowly, he crouched and readied to pounce on her, all the while, staring at her and gauging the distance. Then, in a sudden release of pent energy, he surged forward with all four feet off the ground. Crystal grabbed a handful of the dust and flung it at the snarling face of the dog. He was too slow to close his eyes and became temporarily blinded and landed in a whimpering heap past her shoulder. It was all she needed, at the expense of her remaining strength; she clambered up, using the plinth as support, and brought her hand down flat on the button. An ear splitting siren sounded and Crystal won her freedom to a tumultuous cheer from her new found supporters.

Life outside the biosphere was rather better than could be imagined. In the years since the last, devastating war that laid waste to nine tenths of the world's surface, the earths crust had absorbed the radiation of man's destruction, and foliage had begun the long process of reclaiming the soil. Small bands of survivors lived from the vegetation and the small herds of goats they kept. At aged eighty, Crystal died, happy and the grandmother to six, free children. She died and then, in her burial, passed into the continuing recovery of the planet, adding to the richness of the fertile earth.

- The End -

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