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The Deadly Orgasm Contest

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Wow... just wow... this story is just perfect... It contains almost all of my favorite "dark erotic" elements: fear, involuntary arousal and involuntary orgasms, humiliation in front of a large audience, erotic death/execution... It's just perfect. I wrote a couple stories myself during the past years but I'm not nearly as good as you are... not even in my native language. I hope you will keep stories like this one coming....!
 
CondemnedKat said:
You can imagine how her body would have swung from that punch. She was drifting away but would still have felt that last piece of brutality.
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Damn you, now I have to change my panties. Every time I get on this site I may as well be naked sitting on a towel, I have been teasing my self with an ice cube since I dont have the apparatus to mimic the story. I often imagine I am the girl in the a story and try to feel what she is feeling . I have to be careful I dont actually injure myself
 
Damn, a tale of unique sensuality and suspense. Frankly I thought Jennifer would give in before Maria but I was wrong.
Certainly a device such as the one described would have to be invented. Nobody interested? I can put my computer knowledge into it, I need a good mechanical engineer!
 
CondemnedKat said:
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.
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whow, this is the best part ... in my fantasy she has very soft ballerinas on her feet and her toes are molding the soft leather like a second skin :bdsm-heart::devil2:

Here is another "orgasm contest" ... fantasy:

The four (or more?) condemned prisoners are each tied to a stake. The poles have an inverted y-shape. Her hands tied behind the back, her feet tied slightly apart at the bottom of the inverted Y ... so that her legs are slightly spread.

Now four (or more?) chosen men are added. they will ram their dicks into the delinquents pussies on command and then remain motionless. Whoever moves will be disqualified...

Now the nailing of her feet begins. All prisoners wear the same shoes: "prison ballerinas" one size too small, but made of very soft leather. Each of your toes and especially every movement of your toes is recognizable in the soft leather ... (sorry, my shoe - fetish!). :nut:

Each of the men now has the choice of where and with how many nails the female prisoner is to be nailed: on the toes ... instep of her foot , on the ankles ...
The main thing is that the prisoner gives him the fastest possible orgasm by tensing her (vaginal) muscles while she cramps up with pain and squirms in the bonds

... After he cums inside her, he's swapped out for the next chosen one.

The prisoner, which satisfies the most men and endures most nails in her feet without fainting ..."won"... :smilie-devil:

Here some outtakes from the "Polinas execution" story:

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CondemnedKat said:
Thanks everyone for taking the time to read my little story. I wrote this for myself, for my own enjoyment, but loved the opportunity to share it with others. It’ll encourage me to write again.

PART 4

All the time Jennifer felt her body giving into the cruel but wonderful machine between her legs, she had never felt sensations like this thing gave her. Above the two remaining women the screen showed that they were neck and neck on orgasm count, both women almost synchronising their 19th orgasm, their bodies jerking in unison.

Suddenly the machines stopped, the anal bulb pulled from Jennifer’s ass and the clitoral stimulator stopped its relentless task. The phallus remained inside her but shrank down into the saddle.

Jones suddenly walked onto the stage, standing in the centre between the two remaining contestants. “Both our lovely ladies are neck and neck, so to speak”, the crowd roared, as he continued “on 19 orgasms. We’re going to take a short break, but don’t go away”.

Jennifer and Maria locked eyes on each other, terror now evident on each face, neither woman wanting to so much as move her hypersensitive body for fear of tipping the orgasm count over the magic number.

For home viewers the commercial break showed a long presentation of how people could buy the orgasm saddles for home use. The telephone and ordering systems quickly becoming jammed by couples and woman desperate to try this amazing device.

Cooling fans jetted air across both women’s sweat coated bodies making them shiver, an attempt by the producers to calm both convicts so the build-up to the final orgasm would be even more powerful and severe. Jennifer had time to squirm a little around on the saddle, she felt the noose so itchy against her soft neck.

Maria closed her eyes, trying to block out her situation, her total humiliation, her mind raced, she knew her body was tingling and close to the final cruel orgasm.

All too soon the machines started up again as the cameras whirled, zooming in on both women, the lifeless, humiliation-soaked bodies of their two previous contestants hanging pathetically at either side.

The saddle between Jennifer’s thighs worked slowly but forcefully, vibrating gentle at first with long slow revolutions but all the time building. The clamps on her nipples digging roughly into her sensitive flesh, purred to life like a lover gently blowing across her skin.

Maria looked directly at Jennifer now, both their eyes locking for what seemed like an eternity before Jennifer slowly closed hers.

Working harder and faster now, Jennifer felt the unmistakable bulge of the phallus jet another load of thick synthetic spunk deep inside her cervix. Damn it, she thought, this was nearly enough to send the redhead over the edge. Her pulse skyrocketing on the biometric displays as her final fatal orgasm drew near.

She couldn’t think what to do, how to delay it, then suddenly she thought, maybe the only way wasn’t to delay it but to make Maria’s orgasm arrive as soon as possible.

Jennifer opened her eyes again; Maria was still looking intently into hers. Against her character she narrowed her eyes, not menacingly but seductively, then she ran her tongue across her lips, tasting her salty sweat. When she’d done that, she rolled her head back, extending her neck in the noose, all the while keeping her eyes on Maria, then she blew a little kiss.

Jennifer’s triumph was short lived, the machine was too good for her and even the sensation of her own tongue on her lips was enough to push her so close to the edge. Damn it, Damn it, she was going to cum. The saddle would slowly drop from her pelvis, and she’d swing pathetically like Chloe and Sharon, she could already feel the noose tighten as she blinked her eyes closed tightly, her final orgasm starting to ripple through her.

She heard the crowd roar and cheer, knew it was all over but didn’t feel the saddle drop, a few seconds passed when she opened her eyes to see Maria swinging wildly on the noose. Maria’s final orgasm caused her to squirt a giant gush from her pussy. As she swung and kicked helplessly the liquid splashed a little up over Jennifer.

Feeling her own saddle drop now, Jennifer realised her noose was coming down with it, almost to the ground now, execution technicians quickly removed the noose and helped the victor off her saddle, removing the wrist restraints from behind her back and roughly pulling off the nipple clamps.

Maria’s kicks appeared to calm a little now as Jones got back on the stage, giving the swinging woman’s thigh a punch as he walked to Jennifer.

The roar of the crowd deafening, Jennifer tried to stand but immediately collapsed, her legs unable to support her broken body, she fell to the ground on hands and knees, her tummy heaving as she panted desperately for breath, she crawled in the liquids excreted in the death throws of the other contestants, her chest heaving as she panted.

Two burly technicians picked her up, holding her between them, her body drooping down as the cameras zoomed in, catching every angle of the woman’s sweat soaked skin. She heard Jones’ talking to camera, “Well, we have a winner, Jennifer Wright survives to face another torment. Can she last another five death challenges to win her freedom? You’ll just have to keep watching in the weeks ahead to find out”.

Slumped and curled in a ball, the Journalist slept a restless sleep in the grimy prison cell. Her mind tormented with what she had seen and what could be ahead of her.
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greetings. excellent hot stories, a question when you say that you wrote for your own enjoyment, how can you enjoy something that you wrote yourself and that you already know what follows in each paragraph before it happens, I try and the fact of knowing how it is happening Every step I feel makes me enjoy it less. greetings master
 
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Pandemia998 said:
greetings. excellent hot stories, a question when you say that you wrote for your own enjoyment, how can you enjoy something that you wrote yourself and that you already know what follows in each paragraph before it happens, I try and the fact of knowing how it is happening Every step I feel makes me enjoy it less. greetings master
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I adore rereading my own stories because I’m the target market already. The guy who wrote them has the same kinks I do!
 
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