Etoile managed to wrench herself off and free just as the fucking was nearing its crescendo.  She escape a went and wanting phallus as she clattered to the floor.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't allow her to escape!"</strong>Her target visibly panicked on the video feed.  The rings of the arena began to electrify, arcing with hard light overhangs and electrical prods.  Climbing out wouldn't be an option.<br/><br/>Her fellow vixens were being very well inserted, and to her horror their stomachs began to bulge as their eyes went wide.  They moaned, groaned, and slid around as they were all forced down onto the phallus forcing things<em>deep</em>inside of them.<br/><br/><strong>"You're about to witness the miracle of life, live!"</strong>The host regained his composure and the audience clapped vigorously.  The men who'd chatted her up earlier eyed her greedily, excited to see how this would end.<br/><br/>For her part, Etoile still had some cushioned bits of the plinth attached to her by runic metal cuffs.  Getting them off would take some annoying and particular work she didn't have much time for.<br/><br/>It seemed like<em>something</em>was about to be born, but what?  The women shuddered to orgasm and were raised off the plinths, then rotated backwards, their bellies still full, purple cum oozing from them speckled with large white dots.