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CondemnedKat

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I'm new to this forum and have been working on this story for a while now, it come from a personal fantasy deep within me, I hope you enjoy it.


PART 1

The buzz of the crowd electrified the backstage area as the four condemned prisoners were walked quickly through a network of corridors under the arena.

Each of the four naked women, walking on the smooth cold concrete floor on bare feet, escorted by four burly guards. They’d been held together in a bleak holding cell for the previous day, each with just a small, rubberised mat to lay across on the concrete benches, a single metal toilet in one corner allowed the condemned to relieve themselves in absolutely no privacy.

The trial had been a whirlwind for Jennifer. The prestigious, thirty-two-year-old journalist had quickly found herself living in fear when the new regime took over three years ago and recently articles written over ten years ago had emerged allowing the government to take action on another member of what they considered to be the subversive and destructive media.

Jennifer’s trial took less than four minutes including sentencing. She knew she faced hard punishment, expecting to be sent to a labour camp but when the death sentence was read out it rang in her ears.

Since then, a few months had passed. She’d been systematically raped and had all her dignity stripped in the prison system, where she’d been moved from small cramped single cells to larger dormitory rooms housing up to sixteen naked women.

The only outlet for the 5’4, 32 year old redhead was a prison gym where she could keep her body conditioned, every day she hoped for an appeal, for a chance, a glimmer to keep going.

Chloe stood shivering in the corridor, the tall trim teenager had just turned eighteen a few days early, convicted two years ago of drug dealing, her sentence was delayed until she became an adult in the eyes of the court. The young, frightened girl had, in reality, only been a passenger in a car driven by a boy she’d only dated once. The justice system was harsh and brutal.

Tears dripped down Chloe’s red cheeks and over her pert breasts as she looked around nervously.

Maria was tough, she tried to swagger. The gang member had been convicted on several charges only a few days earlier. She stood strong, breathing deeply, she was determined to meet her end with her head held high. She was only twenty-four but her olive skin was covered in thick black tattoos. Her body was a little over weight but curvy and alluring to many guards who took advantage of her situation.

Sharon was the oldest of our little group at Fifty-Nine. She had been convicted of murdering her abusive husband only hours previously and was already facing the death arena. Her large belly shook as the tears dripped down her sagging breasts, splashing onto her pink feet.

Executions were scheduled not by accordance of any court protocol but by the television company who owned the rights to show the pay per view events. Each execution brought in thousands of paying spectators to the arena as well as many paying viewers so more and more inventive and brutal methods were discovered to keep the publics’ blood lust sated and the viewing figures up.

Finally, the doors to the arena opened, the noise of the baying crowd was deafening, each of the women shrunk back before being grabbed at each arm by their guards. Chloe dragged her feet, paralysed by fear but quickly had her left wrist twisted up her back and a hand around her throat, she was shoved forward.

The women were led in single file towards a stage in the centre of the arena, the raised platform looked something like a boxing ring but without the ropes. In the centre of the ring were four strange saddle looking devices. Giant screens hung from the roof above the stage and as Jennifer was walked along, she looked up to see videos were playing detailing to crimes committed by each woman.

The recorded video show made each woman look like the worst, most vile prisoner to ever enter the arena and the crowd geared and growled as the short documentary played.

As this was going on execution technicians got to work on the stage with each woman, Chloe and Jennifer’s hair was tied in a simple ponytail with rubber bands, Maria had a shaven head and Sharon’s hair cut was a short bob which didn’t need attention.

Jennifer felt herself pushed forward by a guard as she was bent over a cold metal table. She realised the other three were undergoing the same treatment. A female technician crouched down behind Jennifer’s legs and pushed lubed fingers inside the convict’s pussy. Jennifer squirmed as next she felt her ass receive similar treatment.

Next made to stand up again the prisoner felt her arms yanked behind her back, she panicked as she felt a solid leather cuff encase her wrists, holding them at the small of her back. A small sensor within the cuff would provide live biometric data to the program controllers.

The technician turned and picked up a small chain from the table. Jennifer’s eyes were drawn to a countdown on the huge screen above her head showing less than ten minutes. She whimpered, knowing this was a countdown until the live broadcast, and the execution would commence.

Next Jennifer felt her nipples played between the latex fingers of the technician, her body responded, with her nipples becoming harder as the woman slipped a soft clamp onto each nipple. When the technician had finished, she let go of the chain, allowing it to dangle between Jennifer’s breasts.

Finally, the technician stepped back and looking Jennifer in the eye she smirked a little before raising her hand above her head. Technicians in front of all the other woman raised their hands too, signalling that the condemned were ready to face capital punishment.
 
I'm new to this forum and have been working on this story for a while now, it come from a personal fantasy deep within me, I hope you enjoy it.


PART 1

The buzz of the crowd electrified the backstage area as the four condemned prisoners were walked quickly through a network of corridors under the arena.

Each of the four naked women, walking on the smooth cold concrete floor on bare feet, escorted by four burly guards. They’d been held together in a bleak holding cell for the previous day, each with just a small, rubberised mat to lay across on the concrete benches, a single metal toilet in one corner allowed the condemned to relieve themselves in absolutely no privacy.

The trial had been a whirlwind for Jennifer. The prestigious, thirty-two-year-old journalist had quickly found herself living in fear when the new regime took over three years ago and recently articles written over ten years ago had emerged allowing the government to take action on another member of what they considered to be the subversive and destructive media.

Jennifer’s trial took less than four minutes including sentencing. She knew she faced hard punishment, expecting to be sent to a labour camp but when the death sentence was read out it rang in her ears.

Since then, a few months had passed. She’d been systematically raped and had all her dignity stripped in the prison system, where she’d been moved from small cramped single cells to larger dormitory rooms housing up to sixteen naked women.

The only outlet for the 5’4, 32 year old redhead was a prison gym where she could keep her body conditioned, every day she hoped for an appeal, for a chance, a glimmer to keep going.

Chloe stood shivering in the corridor, the tall trim teenager had just turned eighteen a few days early, convicted two years ago of drug dealing, her sentence was delayed until she became an adult in the eyes of the court. The young, frightened girl had, in reality, only been a passenger in a car driven by a boy she’d only dated once. The justice system was harsh and brutal.

Tears dripped down Chloe’s red cheeks and over her pert breasts as she looked around nervously.

Maria was tough, she tried to swagger. The gang member had been convicted on several charges only a few days earlier. She stood strong, breathing deeply, she was determined to meet her end with her head held high. She was only twenty-four but her olive skin was covered in thick black tattoos. Her body was a little over weight but curvy and alluring to many guards who took advantage of her situation.

Sharon was the oldest of our little group at Fifty-Nine. She had been convicted of murdering her abusive husband only hours previously and was already facing the death arena. Her large belly shook as the tears dripped down her sagging breasts, splashing onto her pink feet.

Executions were scheduled not by accordance of any court protocol but by the television company who owned the rights to show the pay per view events. Each execution brought in thousands of paying spectators to the arena as well as many paying viewers so more and more inventive and brutal methods were discovered to keep the publics’ blood lust sated and the viewing figures up.

Finally, the doors to the arena opened, the noise of the baying crowd was deafening, each of the women shrunk back before being grabbed at each arm by their guards. Chloe dragged her feet, paralysed by fear but quickly had her left wrist twisted up her back and a hand around her throat, she was shoved forward.

The women were led in single file towards a stage in the centre of the arena, the raised platform looked something like a boxing ring but without the ropes. In the centre of the ring were four strange saddle looking devices. Giant screens hung from the roof above the stage and as Jennifer was walked along, she looked up to see videos were playing detailing to crimes committed by each woman.

The recorded video show made each woman look like the worst, most vile prisoner to ever enter the arena and the crowd geared and growled as the short documentary played.

As this was going on execution technicians got to work on the stage with each woman, Chloe and Jennifer’s hair was tied in a simple ponytail with rubber bands, Maria had a shaven head and Sharon’s hair cut was a short bob which didn’t need attention.

Jennifer felt herself pushed forward by a guard as she was bent over a cold metal table. She realised the other three were undergoing the same treatment. A female technician crouched down behind Jennifer’s legs and pushed lubed fingers inside the convict’s pussy. Jennifer squirmed as next she felt her ass receive similar treatment.

Next made to stand up again the prisoner felt her arms yanked behind her back, she panicked as she felt a solid leather cuff encase her wrists, holding them at the small of her back. A small sensor within the cuff would provide live biometric data to the program controllers.

The technician turned and picked up a small chain from the table. Jennifer’s eyes were drawn to a countdown on the huge screen above her head showing less than ten minutes. She whimpered, knowing this was a countdown until the live broadcast, and the execution would commence.

Next Jennifer felt her nipples played between the latex fingers of the technician, her body responded, with her nipples becoming harder as the woman slipped a soft clamp onto each nipple. When the technician had finished, she let go of the chain, allowing it to dangle between Jennifer’s breasts.

Finally, the technician stepped back and looking Jennifer in the eye she smirked a little before raising her hand above her head. Technicians in front of all the other woman raised their hands too, signalling that the condemned were ready to face capital punishment.
Excellent start, thank you!
 
I'm new to this forum and have been working on this story for a while now, it come from a personal fantasy deep within me, I hope you enjoy it.


PART 1

The buzz of the crowd electrified the backstage area as the four condemned prisoners were walked quickly through a network of corridors under the arena.

Each of the four naked women, walking on the smooth cold concrete floor on bare feet, escorted by four burly guards. They’d been held together in a bleak holding cell for the previous day, each with just a small, rubberised mat to lay across on the concrete benches, a single metal toilet in one corner allowed the condemned to relieve themselves in absolutely no privacy.

The trial had been a whirlwind for Jennifer. The prestigious, thirty-two-year-old journalist had quickly found herself living in fear when the new regime took over three years ago and recently articles written over ten years ago had emerged allowing the government to take action on another member of what they considered to be the subversive and destructive media.

Jennifer’s trial took less than four minutes including sentencing. She knew she faced hard punishment, expecting to be sent to a labour camp but when the death sentence was read out it rang in her ears.

Since then, a few months had passed. She’d been systematically raped and had all her dignity stripped in the prison system, where she’d been moved from small cramped single cells to larger dormitory rooms housing up to sixteen naked women.

The only outlet for the 5’4, 32 year old redhead was a prison gym where she could keep her body conditioned, every day she hoped for an appeal, for a chance, a glimmer to keep going.

Chloe stood shivering in the corridor, the tall trim teenager had just turned eighteen a few days early, convicted two years ago of drug dealing, her sentence was delayed until she became an adult in the eyes of the court. The young, frightened girl had, in reality, only been a passenger in a car driven by a boy she’d only dated once. The justice system was harsh and brutal.

Tears dripped down Chloe’s red cheeks and over her pert breasts as she looked around nervously.

Maria was tough, she tried to swagger. The gang member had been convicted on several charges only a few days earlier. She stood strong, breathing deeply, she was determined to meet her end with her head held high. She was only twenty-four but her olive skin was covered in thick black tattoos. Her body was a little over weight but curvy and alluring to many guards who took advantage of her situation.

Sharon was the oldest of our little group at Fifty-Nine. She had been convicted of murdering her abusive husband only hours previously and was already facing the death arena. Her large belly shook as the tears dripped down her sagging breasts, splashing onto her pink feet.

Executions were scheduled not by accordance of any court protocol but by the television company who owned the rights to show the pay per view events. Each execution brought in thousands of paying spectators to the arena as well as many paying viewers so more and more inventive and brutal methods were discovered to keep the publics’ blood lust sated and the viewing figures up.

Finally, the doors to the arena opened, the noise of the baying crowd was deafening, each of the women shrunk back before being grabbed at each arm by their guards. Chloe dragged her feet, paralysed by fear but quickly had her left wrist twisted up her back and a hand around her throat, she was shoved forward.

The women were led in single file towards a stage in the centre of the arena, the raised platform looked something like a boxing ring but without the ropes. In the centre of the ring were four strange saddle looking devices. Giant screens hung from the roof above the stage and as Jennifer was walked along, she looked up to see videos were playing detailing to crimes committed by each woman.

The recorded video show made each woman look like the worst, most vile prisoner to ever enter the arena and the crowd geared and growled as the short documentary played.

As this was going on execution technicians got to work on the stage with each woman, Chloe and Jennifer’s hair was tied in a simple ponytail with rubber bands, Maria had a shaven head and Sharon’s hair cut was a short bob which didn’t need attention.

Jennifer felt herself pushed forward by a guard as she was bent over a cold metal table. She realised the other three were undergoing the same treatment. A female technician crouched down behind Jennifer’s legs and pushed lubed fingers inside the convict’s pussy. Jennifer squirmed as next she felt her ass receive similar treatment.

Next made to stand up again the prisoner felt her arms yanked behind her back, she panicked as she felt a solid leather cuff encase her wrists, holding them at the small of her back. A small sensor within the cuff would provide live biometric data to the program controllers.

The technician turned and picked up a small chain from the table. Jennifer’s eyes were drawn to a countdown on the huge screen above her head showing less than ten minutes. She whimpered, knowing this was a countdown until the live broadcast, and the execution would commence.

Next Jennifer felt her nipples played between the latex fingers of the technician, her body responded, with her nipples becoming harder as the woman slipped a soft clamp onto each nipple. When the technician had finished, she let go of the chain, allowing it to dangle between Jennifer’s breasts.

Finally, the technician stepped back and looking Jennifer in the eye she smirked a little before raising her hand above her head. Technicians in front of all the other woman raised their hands too, signalling that the condemned were ready to face capital punishment.
Bloody great Kat.. and (I’d say) just the right length for a story section. :clap2:
 
I'm new to this forum and have been working on this story for a while now, it come from a personal fantasy deep within me, I hope you enjoy it.


PART 1

The buzz of the crowd electrified the backstage area as the four condemned prisoners were walked quickly through a network of corridors under the arena.

Each of the four naked women, walking on the smooth cold concrete floor on bare feet, escorted by four burly guards. They’d been held together in a bleak holding cell for the previous day, each with just a small, rubberised mat to lay across on the concrete benches, a single metal toilet in one corner allowed the condemned to relieve themselves in absolutely no privacy.

The trial had been a whirlwind for Jennifer. The prestigious, thirty-two-year-old journalist had quickly found herself living in fear when the new regime took over three years ago and recently articles written over ten years ago had emerged allowing the government to take action on another member of what they considered to be the subversive and destructive media.

Jennifer’s trial took less than four minutes including sentencing. She knew she faced hard punishment, expecting to be sent to a labour camp but when the death sentence was read out it rang in her ears.

Since then, a few months had passed. She’d been systematically raped and had all her dignity stripped in the prison system, where she’d been moved from small cramped single cells to larger dormitory rooms housing up to sixteen naked women.

The only outlet for the 5’4, 32 year old redhead was a prison gym where she could keep her body conditioned, every day she hoped for an appeal, for a chance, a glimmer to keep going.

Chloe stood shivering in the corridor, the tall trim teenager had just turned eighteen a few days early, convicted two years ago of drug dealing, her sentence was delayed until she became an adult in the eyes of the court. The young, frightened girl had, in reality, only been a passenger in a car driven by a boy she’d only dated once. The justice system was harsh and brutal.

Tears dripped down Chloe’s red cheeks and over her pert breasts as she looked around nervously.

Maria was tough, she tried to swagger. The gang member had been convicted on several charges only a few days earlier. She stood strong, breathing deeply, she was determined to meet her end with her head held high. She was only twenty-four but her olive skin was covered in thick black tattoos. Her body was a little over weight but curvy and alluring to many guards who took advantage of her situation.

Sharon was the oldest of our little group at Fifty-Nine. She had been convicted of murdering her abusive husband only hours previously and was already facing the death arena. Her large belly shook as the tears dripped down her sagging breasts, splashing onto her pink feet.

Executions were scheduled not by accordance of any court protocol but by the television company who owned the rights to show the pay per view events. Each execution brought in thousands of paying spectators to the arena as well as many paying viewers so more and more inventive and brutal methods were discovered to keep the publics’ blood lust sated and the viewing figures up.

Finally, the doors to the arena opened, the noise of the baying crowd was deafening, each of the women shrunk back before being grabbed at each arm by their guards. Chloe dragged her feet, paralysed by fear but quickly had her left wrist twisted up her back and a hand around her throat, she was shoved forward.

The women were led in single file towards a stage in the centre of the arena, the raised platform looked something like a boxing ring but without the ropes. In the centre of the ring were four strange saddle looking devices. Giant screens hung from the roof above the stage and as Jennifer was walked along, she looked up to see videos were playing detailing to crimes committed by each woman.

The recorded video show made each woman look like the worst, most vile prisoner to ever enter the arena and the crowd geared and growled as the short documentary played.

As this was going on execution technicians got to work on the stage with each woman, Chloe and Jennifer’s hair was tied in a simple ponytail with rubber bands, Maria had a shaven head and Sharon’s hair cut was a short bob which didn’t need attention.

Jennifer felt herself pushed forward by a guard as she was bent over a cold metal table. She realised the other three were undergoing the same treatment. A female technician crouched down behind Jennifer’s legs and pushed lubed fingers inside the convict’s pussy. Jennifer squirmed as next she felt her ass receive similar treatment.

Next made to stand up again the prisoner felt her arms yanked behind her back, she panicked as she felt a solid leather cuff encase her wrists, holding them at the small of her back. A small sensor within the cuff would provide live biometric data to the program controllers.

The technician turned and picked up a small chain from the table. Jennifer’s eyes were drawn to a countdown on the huge screen above her head showing less than ten minutes. She whimpered, knowing this was a countdown until the live broadcast, and the execution would commence.

Next Jennifer felt her nipples played between the latex fingers of the technician, her body responded, with her nipples becoming harder as the woman slipped a soft clamp onto each nipple. When the technician had finished, she let go of the chain, allowing it to dangle between Jennifer’s breasts.

Finally, the technician stepped back and looking Jennifer in the eye she smirked a little before raising her hand above her head. Technicians in front of all the other woman raised their hands too, signalling that the condemned were ready to face capital punishment.
I love it. The hints as to where this is going to go in the title and the tags are perfect! And I love Jennifer's reactions, too.
 
I'm new to this forum and have been working on this story for a while now, it come from a personal fantasy deep within me, I hope you enjoy it.


PART 1

The buzz of the crowd electrified the backstage area as the four condemned prisoners were walked quickly through a network of corridors under the arena.

Each of the four naked women, walking on the smooth cold concrete floor on bare feet, escorted by four burly guards. They’d been held together in a bleak holding cell for the previous day, each with just a small, rubberised mat to lay across on the concrete benches, a single metal toilet in one corner allowed the condemned to relieve themselves in absolutely no privacy.

The trial had been a whirlwind for Jennifer. The prestigious, thirty-two-year-old journalist had quickly found herself living in fear when the new regime took over three years ago and recently articles written over ten years ago had emerged allowing the government to take action on another member of what they considered to be the subversive and destructive media.

Jennifer’s trial took less than four minutes including sentencing. She knew she faced hard punishment, expecting to be sent to a labour camp but when the death sentence was read out it rang in her ears.

Since then, a few months had passed. She’d been systematically raped and had all her dignity stripped in the prison system, where she’d been moved from small cramped single cells to larger dormitory rooms housing up to sixteen naked women.

The only outlet for the 5’4, 32 year old redhead was a prison gym where she could keep her body conditioned, every day she hoped for an appeal, for a chance, a glimmer to keep going.

Chloe stood shivering in the corridor, the tall trim teenager had just turned eighteen a few days early, convicted two years ago of drug dealing, her sentence was delayed until she became an adult in the eyes of the court. The young, frightened girl had, in reality, only been a passenger in a car driven by a boy she’d only dated once. The justice system was harsh and brutal.

Tears dripped down Chloe’s red cheeks and over her pert breasts as she looked around nervously.

Maria was tough, she tried to swagger. The gang member had been convicted on several charges only a few days earlier. She stood strong, breathing deeply, she was determined to meet her end with her head held high. She was only twenty-four but her olive skin was covered in thick black tattoos. Her body was a little over weight but curvy and alluring to many guards who took advantage of her situation.

Sharon was the oldest of our little group at Fifty-Nine. She had been convicted of murdering her abusive husband only hours previously and was already facing the death arena. Her large belly shook as the tears dripped down her sagging breasts, splashing onto her pink feet.

Executions were scheduled not by accordance of any court protocol but by the television company who owned the rights to show the pay per view events. Each execution brought in thousands of paying spectators to the arena as well as many paying viewers so more and more inventive and brutal methods were discovered to keep the publics’ blood lust sated and the viewing figures up.

Finally, the doors to the arena opened, the noise of the baying crowd was deafening, each of the women shrunk back before being grabbed at each arm by their guards. Chloe dragged her feet, paralysed by fear but quickly had her left wrist twisted up her back and a hand around her throat, she was shoved forward.

The women were led in single file towards a stage in the centre of the arena, the raised platform looked something like a boxing ring but without the ropes. In the centre of the ring were four strange saddle looking devices. Giant screens hung from the roof above the stage and as Jennifer was walked along, she looked up to see videos were playing detailing to crimes committed by each woman.

The recorded video show made each woman look like the worst, most vile prisoner to ever enter the arena and the crowd geared and growled as the short documentary played.

As this was going on execution technicians got to work on the stage with each woman, Chloe and Jennifer’s hair was tied in a simple ponytail with rubber bands, Maria had a shaven head and Sharon’s hair cut was a short bob which didn’t need attention.

Jennifer felt herself pushed forward by a guard as she was bent over a cold metal table. She realised the other three were undergoing the same treatment. A female technician crouched down behind Jennifer’s legs and pushed lubed fingers inside the convict’s pussy. Jennifer squirmed as next she felt her ass receive similar treatment.

Next made to stand up again the prisoner felt her arms yanked behind her back, she panicked as she felt a solid leather cuff encase her wrists, holding them at the small of her back. A small sensor within the cuff would provide live biometric data to the program controllers.

The technician turned and picked up a small chain from the table. Jennifer’s eyes were drawn to a countdown on the huge screen above her head showing less than ten minutes. She whimpered, knowing this was a countdown until the live broadcast, and the execution would commence.

Next Jennifer felt her nipples played between the latex fingers of the technician, her body responded, with her nipples becoming harder as the woman slipped a soft clamp onto each nipple. When the technician had finished, she let go of the chain, allowing it to dangle between Jennifer’s breasts.

Finally, the technician stepped back and looking Jennifer in the eye she smirked a little before raising her hand above her head. Technicians in front of all the other woman raised their hands too, signalling that the condemned were ready to face capital punishment.
Great start , Well done!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
A great story so far, and I'm looking forward to reading more. You have packed a lot of story into a small amount of text, and it moves along along very nicely.
Well done, CK. :thumbsup:
 
Well here goes with part 2, thanks for reading.



PART 2

The women stood in a line as cameras scanned each of them, focusing on their horror-struck faces then slowing scanning down their bodies to their feet. Jennifer closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. Maria stood still, staring straight ahead. Chloe and Sharon were distraught, both crying huge sobs, and both held up by guards.

With three minutes remaining on the countdown all four woman were grabbed by two guards each and moved to the saddles. Jennifer, Maria and Sharon all walked meekly. Chloe struggled and was quickly picked up over the shoulder of a giant guard and carried to her saddle.

Each woman was now instructed to mount the saddle. To Jennifer’s horror she noticed a dildo protruding from the centre of the device. She gasped but almost automatically she swung her leg over the machine and stood astride it. Both guards stood either side of her shoulders and pushed her downwards as the same technician as before reached between the prisoners’ legs and positioned the dildo inside her. The guards took delight in ramming her body down, she screamed out as the phallus deeply penetrated her pussy.

Four nooses descended from above the stage and before the woman knew it, they had been placed around each of their necks. The rope tightened by a male technician; Jennifer realised that she had to stay very upright to have any chance of breathing.

Suddenly the guards and technicians stepped back as the platforms that the saddles were on rose out of the stage to a height of around four feet. There was just enough room for a small foot hold on either side of the saddle. A mechanism in the noose pulley chooses the correct length for each woman so they could just about breath but if they leaned forward or back it would tighten and choke them. The foot holds also corrected so the women would only be able to touch the balls of their feet to the hold.

The saddles each faced the centre of the stage, so Jennifer looked directly at Maria, her brown eyes staring defiantly back at Jennifer’s green eyes. Jennifer could twist her head and see both other women. Sharon squirmed and wriggled a little on the saddle. Chloe almost slumped, the noose tight already around her and her face turning a little red.

The seconds on the display ticked away as the video screens started to display the opening credits for the televised broadcast. The host, Samuel Jones walked onto the stage in a double-breasted grey suit, he swaggered as the crowd cheered and applauded, but as the final seconds ticked away the arena descended into silence.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, you join us for a very special event this evening.”, Jones’s face appeared on the screen, smiling as he held the microphone to his face.

“Tonight, we have a contest between these four vile criminals a very special contest where one of our ladies wins a stay of execution, but the other three will be put to death, live tonight for your entertainment”.

The crowd roared and cheered as Jones smiled and looked around the arena. Then putting a finger to his lips, the arena hushed again. “Our contest is extremely simple. These state-of-the-art sex machines that each woman is perched on is engineered to deliver the highest possible amount of orgasmic pleasure”.

The crowd watched the screens as a camera zoomed between Jennifer’s legs, showing for the first time her neat shaven pussy impaled on the phallus of the saddle.

“Each woman will receive an incredible level of stimulus, the machines are set to the highest setting, and intelligently sense how to deliver the most sensation to each user.”

The camera pulled back and focused on Jennifer’s face as Jones continued. “The first woman to twenty orgasms will face death, then the second and third. The lucky lady who manages to control herself the most and orgasm the least will be spared. For tonight anyway”.

The crowd laughed as the cameras focused on each woman’s body in turn.

Jennifer couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was literally in an orgasm contest to decide her fate. Her mind raced, did she hear this properly, twenty orgasms? There was no way that was possible. Even the most talented and passionate lover had only made her orgasm a couple of times during intercourse and when she masturbated, she only would cum maybe three times maximum. Twenty was unthinkable.

Jones turned to face the condemned and continued, “All that’s left for me to say is, Chloe Matthews, Jennifer Wright, Maria Rodriguez and Sharon Gault, you have each been sentenced to die for the different but equally serious crimes that you’ve been found guilty of by the courts”.

The voice echoed around the silent arena, each word stabbing Jennifer tight in her chest.

“By the power vested in me by the state.” Jones continued, “It’s my duty and pleasure to begin the execution process. May God have mercy on your souls”. Laughing Jones added “Good Luck Bitches!”.
 
PART 3

The machines between the women’s legs suddenly jumped to life. The phallus started to gently move in and out of each woman, pushing deeper into her, then pulling out slowly. A small robotic device released itself from the front of the saddle and sought out each woman’s clitoris. Extending as needed until delicate rubberised forks softly surrounded the clitoris and started to gently vibrate.

Chloe’s face was contorted in agony as the vibrations took hold, she couldn’t understand what was happening to her or how the device was moving against her.

The cameras turned to Sharon, her belly heaved, her breasts bounced and jiggled as the intuitive device sought her deepest pleasure spots. She slammed her eyes tightly closed and bit her lip as a thin film of sweat broke over the entirety of the mature woman’s body.

A camera caught Maria’s face as she tried to stare straight ahead, tried to pretend she was ignoring what was happening. Maria’s biometric data told a different story however as her heart rate flew around 40 beats faster than it had been at rest.

The next view scanned down over Jennifer and caught a dreamy look on her face. She’d completely forgotten the dire situation she faces as the machine twisted and turned, thrusted and vibrated inside her. She allowed herself to lean a little against the noose, the tightening sensation adding to the unbelievable feelings that cast waves throughout her body and mind.

Jennifer licked her lips, she tried to think of other things, but couldn’t get away from the intensity of the machines power.

Quickly though this reverie was broken. Chloe jerked and thrust; her entire body appeared to lift of the saddle as the first powerful orgasm engulfed the teenager. She had never experienced anything like it, hardly ever having sex before and now these sensations were too much for her.

Chloe’s body dripped sweat, it ran into her eyes, down her breasts and dripped down to the stage. The crowd roared as a number one appeared on the score card beside Chloe’s name. The screens were above the womens’ heads so they couldn’t look up to see the scores, couldn’t see how far behind or in front they were.

Jennifer watched the young girl through glassy eyes and soon felt her first orgasm sweep over her body, exploding from her groin in waves to her head and her feet. The scorecard changed against her name and again the crowd roared.

The sound woke her up, she fidgeted on the saddle, blinking her eyes, realising she needed to play the game, needed to stay strong, realised her mind was the key to winning this. Letting her brain drift away to somewhere else entirely could be her only change.

As this played out in Jennifer’s mind she heard a number of other cheers, the other two had finally appeared on the scorecard and unfortunately for Chloe her numbers were shooting up.

Jennifer tried to think of anything else as the machine worked relentlessly, it’s artificial intelligence knowing just exactly what sensations to deliver to its rider. She felt the phallus change inside her, its intensity grew, it pushed deeper, not quicker, but longer, deeper strokes. “How the hell did it know”, Jennifer thought.

Then the phallus grew more and thrust even further, it shuddered and pulsed and suddenly Jennifer realised the machine was recreating a lover’s cock at the time of climax. She swore she felt it squirt liquid inside her, in fact she had felt a small amount of lubricant simulate spunk burst deeply into her.

The strokes of the phallus slowed but didn’t stop, they stayed deep, twisting a little. Of course, she came, and came hard. She loved that feeling, loved it more than any aspect of sex and she growled deeply in her chest as her orgasm engulfed her.

Jennifer’s toes curled on the footholds; her fingers bunched in fists in the restraints behind her back. “Damn it!” she thought as another orgasm immediately burst violently through her.

The attention of the cameras moved next to Sharon. The fat woman’s body bucked and heaved, breathing heavily as another orgasm took her, her hair bobbing as her head jerked from side to side. It had been years since Sharon had experienced an orgasm that wasn’t at her own hand.

As a camera zoomed in on Sharon’s thick pussy lips spread on the saddle she quivered more, trying to lift herself off the phallus but unable to stretch her legs from the pegs of the foot holds. She came again, harder this time and to her surprise squirted for the first time in her life, spraying the saddle with her cum as it dripped onto the floor.

Jennifer suddenly opened her eyes wide as she felt the next feature of the saddle spring to action. From a small area in the back of the saddle a little bulb appeared and pushed hard up into her asshole. She tried to squirm, to wriggle free as the bulb grew inside her.

The sensation was intense but not unpleasurable for the redhead. She squirmed and gasped, shutting her eyes tightly closed as another orgasm engulfed her.

It was apparent that the sensation was replicated on the other three saddles, all three other woman groaning and gasping, all squirming and wriggling their sweat covered bodies. Their toes curling on the saddle pegs.

Next the crowd went into uproar, Jennifer looked around to her side and suddenly she saw the saddle beneath Chloe slowly start to sink back into the ground, but this time the noose stayed put.

The dildos were pulled from the girl’s cunt and asshole as her neck suddenly took the weight of her entire body. She kicked wildly, her bare feet initially catching the saddle and almost getting her balance on it before it sank further away out of reach, her toes finally just glancing against the pink rubber phallus, causing it to bounce.

Every eye in the arena was on the teenager include the three other women who looked on in horror, knowing their own fate was moments away.

Chloe kicked her legs wildly like she was running on the spot, her toes pointing down trying to find the saddle beneath her. Her eyes stared wildly as she spun and swung around on the rope, the girls’ slender legs started peddling now, like she was riding a bike. She pulled and pulled at the wrist restrains, looking like she might nearly dislocate a shoulder in her agony.

Jennifer’s frightened eyes caught the terrified eyes of the dying girl. The glance felt like it lasted an eternity, her whole soul pleading for her fellow condemned to help.

Suddenly the girls body jerked, her hips moved and the orgasm counter next to Chloe’s name on the giant screen registered twenty-one orgasms. The crowd cheered and laughed, watching the agony of the girl’s final orgasm consume her.

The cameras caught the girl from every angle as she twisted around, her kicks starting to slow up as a long stream of pee splashed down her thigh, curling around her calves before splashing on the stage floor.

As the cameras were delivering Chloe’s final throws to the home and stadium audience, they missed the action with Sharon but quickly spun round to catch the chubby woman struggling at the end of her noose, the saddle was still in place and hadn’t dropped.

The screens quickly showed an instant replay, showing that the fat woman had slipped, her bare feet slick with sweat, causing the left foot to fall off the peg and her body fall in an almost comical fashion, bashing against the saddle as she went.

The saddle hadn’t dropped because she hadn’t made the twenty-orgasm target and for several seconds the woman tried in vain to lift her foot back onto the pegs. It was no use, and her body quickly gave up from lack of oxygen.

As the cameras zoomed into her bright red face and saddle slowly dropped, removed remotely by the show producers. Her sagging body twisted and turned as a stream of excrement burst down her leg, the final embarrassment for the disgraced housewife.

Her body still moved, her feet kicking, slower now. The crowd laughed and roared.
 
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PART 3

The machines between the women’s legs suddenly jumped to life. The phallus started to gently move in and out of each woman, pushing deeper into her, then pulling out slowly. A small robotic device released itself from the front of the saddle and sought out each woman’s clitoris. Extending as needed until delicate rubberised forks softly surrounded the clitoris and started to gently vibrate.

Chloe’s face was contorted in agony as the vibrations took hold, she couldn’t understand what was happening to her or how the device was moving against her.

The cameras turned to Sharon, her belly heaved, her breasts bounced and jiggled as the intuitive device sought her deepest pleasure spots. She slammed her eyes tightly closed and bit her lip as a thin film of sweat broke over the entirety of the mature woman’s body.

A camera caught Maria’s face as she tried to stare straight ahead, tried to pretend she was ignoring what was happening. Maria’s biometric data told a different story however as her heart rate flew around 40 beats faster than it had been at rest.

The next view scanned down over Jennifer and caught a dreamy look on her face. She’d completely forgotten the dire situation she faces as the machine twisted and turned, thrusted and vibrated inside her. She allowed herself to lean a little against the noose, the tightening sensation adding to the unbelievable feelings that cast waves throughout her body and mind.

Jennifer licked her lips, she tried to think of other things, but couldn’t get away from the intensity of the machines power.

Quickly though this reverie was broken. Chloe jerked and thrust; her entire body appeared to lift of the saddle as the first powerful orgasm engulfed the teenager. She had never experienced anything like it, hardly ever having sex before and now these sensations were too much for her.

Chloe’s body dripped sweat, it ran into her eyes, down her breasts and dripped down to the stage. The crowd roared as a number one appeared on the score card beside Chloe’s name. The screens were above the womens’ heads so they couldn’t look up to see the scores, couldn’t see how far behind or in front they were.

Jennifer watched the young girl through glassy eyes and soon felt her first orgasm sweep over her body, exploding from her groin in waves to her head and her feet. The scorecard changed against her name and again the crowd roared.

The sound woke her up, she fidgeted on the saddle, blinking her eyes, realising she needed to play the game, needed to stay strong, realised her mind was the key to winning this. Letting her brain drift away to somewhere else entirely could be her only change.

As this played out in Jennifer’s mind she heard a number of other cheers, the other two had finally appeared on the scorecard and unfortunately for Chloe her numbers were shooting up.

Jennifer tried to think of anything else as the machine worked relentlessly, it’s artificial intelligence knowing just exactly what sensations to deliver to its rider. She felt the phallus change inside her, its intensity grew, it pushed deeper, not quicker, but longer, deeper strokes. “How the hell did it know”, Jennifer thought.

Then the phallus grew more and thrust even further, it shuddered and pulsed and suddenly Jennifer realised the machine was recreating a lover’s cock at the time of climax. She swore she felt it squirt liquid inside her, in fact she had felt a small amount of lubricant simulate spunk burst deeply into her.

The strokes of the phallus slowed but didn’t stop, they stayed deep, twisting a little. Of course, she came, and came hard. She loved that feeling, loved it more than any aspect of sex and she growled deeply in her chest as her orgasm engulfed her.

Jennifer’s toes curled on the footholds; her fingers bunched in fists in the restraints behind her back. “Damn it!” she thought as another orgasm immediately burst violently through her.

The attention of the cameras moved next to Sharon. The fat woman’s body bucked and heaved, breathing heavily as another orgasm took her, her hair bobbing as her head jerked from side to side. It had been years since Sharon had experienced an orgasm that wasn’t at her own hand.

As a camera zoomed in on Sharon’s thick pussy lips spread on the saddle she quivered more, trying to lift herself off the phallus but unable to stretch her legs from the pegs of the foot holds. She came again, harder this time and to her surprise squirted for the first time in her life, spraying the saddle with her cum as it dripped onto the floor.

Jennifer suddenly opened her eyes wide as she felt the next feature of the saddle spring to action. From a small area in the back of the saddle a little bulb appeared and pushed hard up into her asshole. She tried to squirm, to wriggle free as the bulb grew inside her.

The sensation was intense but not unpleasurable for the redhead. She squirmed and gasped, shutting her eyes tightly closed as another orgasm engulfed her.

It was apparent that the sensation was replicated on the other three saddles, all three other woman groaning and gasping, all squirming and wriggling their sweat covered bodies. Their toes curling on the saddle pegs.

Next the crowd went into uproar, Jennifer looked around to her side and suddenly she saw the saddle beneath Chloe slowly start to sink back into the ground, but this time the noose stayed put.

The dildos were pulled from the girl’s cunt and asshole as her neck suddenly took the weight of her entire body. She kicked wildly, her bare feet initially catching the saddle and almost getting her balance on it before it sank further away out of reach, her toes finally just glancing against the pink rubber phallus, causing it to bounce.

Every eye in the arena was on the teenager include the three other women who looked on in horror, knowing their own fate was moments away.

Chloe kicked her legs wildly like she was running on the spot, her toes pointing down trying to find the saddle beneath her. Her eyes stared wildly as she spun and swung around on the rope, the girls’ slender legs started peddling now, like she was riding a bike. She pulled and pulled at the wrist restrains, looking like she might nearly dislocate a shoulder in her agony.

Jennifer’s frightened eyes caught the terrified eyes of the dying girl. The glance felt like it lasted an eternity, her whole soul pleading for her fellow condemned to help.

Suddenly the girls body jerked, her hips moved and the orgasm counter next to Chloe’s name on the giant screen registered twenty-one orgasms. The crowd cheered and laughed, watching the agony of the girl’s final orgasm consume her.

The cameras caught the girl from every angle as she twisted around, her kicks starting to slow up as a long stream of pee splashed down her thigh, curling around her calves before splashing on the stage floor.

As the cameras were delivering Chloe’s final throws to the home and stadium audience, they missed the action with Sharon but quickly spun round to catch the chubby woman struggling at the end of her noose, the saddle was still in place and hadn’t dropped.

The screens quickly showed an instant replay, showing that the fat woman had slipped, her bare feet slick with sweat, causing the left foot to fall off the peg and her body fall in an almost comical fashion, bashing against the saddle as she went.

The saddle hadn’t dropped because she hadn’t made the twenty-orgasm target and for several seconds the woman tried in vain to lift her foot back onto the pegs. It was no use, and her body quickly gave up from lack of oxygen.

As the cameras zoomed into her bright red face and saddle slowly dropped, removed remotely by the show producers. Her sagging body twisted and turned as a stream of excrement burst down her leg, the final embarrassment for the disgraced housewife.

Her body still moved, her feet kicking, slower now. The crowd laughed and roared.
Well that was amazing. Especially Chloe’s slow hanging and helpless orgasms .. that was awesomely written. Phew, hot stuff!!
:very_hot::very_hot:
Absolutely loving it! :devil:
 
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