Chapter 8 - Round 3: Vibratoverwatch

For the girls who had been 'lucky' enough not to miss the second round, the challenges that came their way were competitive in nature, pitting them up against one of the other girls in a head to head bid for points, which was what led Maria and Tasha into the weird booths, dressed as D.Va and Tracer respectively.

They were put into a straightforward challenge with a twist; underneath their costumes were a myriad of little bullet vibrators that operated by remote control. They were in their pussies, on their nipples, up their asses, and with two flanking their clits for total coverage. Then, they were put into little gaming booths with Plexiglas walls, where people could see everything they were doing.

Stepping into the booths, they felt the vibrators steadily working on low, making them both shift and shudder nervously as they looked around at the horde of onlookers gathering around the booths. There were so many interested guys suddenly watching them get in, so many people whose peering, eager eyes left the girls nervous, as there seemed an almost ravenous sort of anticipation to the crowd, like they knew what was happening more than the girls themselves did, which wasn't even remotely a good thing, the foreboding reality of what this could mean not sitting too well with either of them as they got into the gaming seats and in front of the computers.

The challenge was to fight one another in 1v1 Overwatch, deathmatch style. They ignored the objectives to fight it out in the middle as the same characters they cosplayed as, with the remotes to their vibrators set up so that upon being hit, they would be turned up high in punishment, and **** brought even further punishment as the vibrations would last for twenty straight seconds rather than rapid-fire bursts upon impact. Making matters even worse was the presence of power-ups spawning in-game which could be grabbed to make the other girl's vibrators go wild.

As far as things went, it felt like a fairly easy, straightforward kind of challenge, removed from all of the really major problems that they had been worried about cropping up. It didn't involve sucking dicks in public or having to strip. They were in proper costumes and the vibrators were a pretty light sexual element as far as things went, a relatively easy thing to roll with and not worry too much about. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, they told themselves as they started the match. Maybe this would all go easily.

They had no idea just how powerful the punishments were.

Tasha got the jump on Maria by using her consistent speed to go the long way around and flank, firing off some distant warning shots. The opposing stalls had a fairly sturdy wall between them, but even still, she could hear the sudden, lust-driven shrieks follow as Maria's vibrators turned up, and the in-game D.Va swirled around wildly as the hand clutching the mouse slipped off in the midst of the surprise and the suddenness.

The suddenness of the sensations seizing hold of Maria were too potent for her to have any idea what to do with. She yelped, scrambling to quickly get herself back into position and get the mouse on the mouse pad, but Tasha was already going in for the kill. Shots fired off, making her body shake some more as she struggled to keep herself under control, struggled to fight through all of the hot, sudden sensations that seized her so tightly. There was nothing Maria could do to save herself now, as the barrage of endless vibration continued. It was so powerful, stronger than these little toys should have been, helped along by their numbers as they induced something shameless. She died, and through the arduous twenty seconds of endless touch, Maria came hard, howling and whining as her indecent orgasm and the hot cries she made rang out with brazen glee.

Coming back with a vengeance even as she panted heavily through the sudden afterglow, Maria was going to see this through. She pushed forward suddenly and threw up a shield to defend herself as she dove up for one of the power-ups, grabbing it and savouring the way that Tasha's high-pitched whines from across the wall told her she was on the right track. Opening fire on the Tracer in-game, she made quick work of Tasha.

The feeling of what she had just subjected Maria to was a nasty taste of her own medicine for Tasha. She trembled as the buzzing wore her down, so powerful and sudden that she too came from the stimulation, whining and bucking her hips as she felt herself sink a bit deeper into the chaos and an utter lack of control. There was nothing she could to save herself from the sudden, overwhelming sensations, and she felt herself given renewed conviction in the process, struggling under the pressure she felt in her orgasmic heat.

Both had been given an awful taste of what the cost of a **** meant, and avoiding the overwhelming, too-intense rush of sensation was its own twisted kind of motivation. They needed to get their points and only winning would give that to them, but there was a lot else to deal with as they felt the dawning frustration seize hold of them. Having orgasms **** upon them by vicious mechanical fervor was something that both wanted to avoid, which doubled down on the reasons to push out and fight bitterly to the end. The first to ten points would win, and there was only one way to determine the best.

Problem was, the ebb and flow of their orgasms was its own kind of problem. Desperately seeking to change up their strategies and options, they kept coming at it from new angles. The lack of health power-ups ensured that after a proper skirmish and a close win, defeat was almost a certainty. The tension that it brought with it was intense, a fiery, infuriating mess of sensation that refused to slow them down as the girls played the most intense and highest-stakes game of Overwatch they ever had, for as little as it could really be considered proper Overwatch at all.

Through it all came the orgasms, keeping them burning up, keeping them hot and frustrated. They couldn't shake the pressure or pull away from the sensations bearing down upon them so hotly. It was infuriating, but they couldn't do anything about it, as their focus waned and their bodies grew weak. The pleasure started to get to them, a delirium-inducing rush of hesitation and desire that left them absolutely out of control and frustrated. Their aim got sloppier, their desperation leading to rookie mistakes but also to a lack of ability to punish them because their opponent's play was suffering just as much. It was a vicious cycle and there was no easy way out of it, no easy way to handle the tension gripping them as their utter surrender to the burning sensations proved absolutely infuriating. This was just too much to handle, and they weren't able to do anything about it.

Their panties got wetter, and they shook more and more, their moans rising up so loud that the sounds easily penetrated the Plexiglas walls, leaving the crowd to enjoy their dirty sounds. The girls were so tightly embroiled in their problems that they lost track of the fact there were even people watching, the foreboding smiles leaving them both pretty clueless and gone, forgetting about all of it as they focused on just trying to get through this challenge as best they could, difficult as it was. There wasn't much good to be found here, and no hope could find them as they tried to push on and work through this panic to the best of their abilities, but it was easier said than done.

Maria had saved her ultimate through the whole round. She was down by one, at minimal health, and knew the way things were going to go if she didn't. It was a smart play, because Tasha had forgotten in her hazy orgasmic frustration all about D.Va's ultimate ability, so as she raced forward, she ended up trapped in the arrangement, Maria dropping from her mech as Tasha drew in close, and with slowed reaction time there was nothing Tasha could do to avoid the pressure. The mech exploded, and with it went not only Tasha's chance for points, but her loins.

The vibrators wound up for a hard, endless rush of sensation as the defeat screen came up for Tasha, who thrashed in her seat and whined under the frustration of suddenly being overwhelmed with orgasmic overload. The buzzing came on fiercer than ever, and Tasha was mercilessly and abruptly fucked to multiple orgasms, a flurry of sudden pleasure burning her up. One after another the orgasms surged, leaving her to writhe on the floor in frustration and heat as she sensations hit her, and she nearly fell out of her chair trying to deal with it.

Maria had a moment to feel smug and satisfied, like she had accomplished something in her smart fight. She'd played well, and expected to be let off easy now, but about a minute after Tasha's endless orgasms started up, Maria's vibrators turned on too. It was unexpected and hot, leaving the girl to yelp and twist as she suddenly became the victim of so many sensations all at once, more orgasms burning up suddenly through her. It was a betrayal, but one that Maria had no power over as she writhed weakly in frustration, overwhelmed by the sudden, intense rush of pleasure that she hadn't asked for.

Both girls hit the floor, falling out of their chairs as feverish, aggressive over-stimulation hit them hard. They were quickly worn down by the suddenness of it, the abrupt panic and intensity leaving them floored, spacey and removed from the reality before them as it all bore down so fiercely. There was nothing they could do to save themselves now as they writhed about under the pressure, moans gasping in panic every which way through the confusion. This was horrible, but they could do nothing now to save themselves as they were fucked again and again by the vibrators to rapid-fire orgasms quicker than the speed of thought.

Several minutes of endless, **** orgasms left them both squealing and twisting through to the point of exhaustion, and only then, as the vibrators turned off,did the door open. The girls had forgotten about the crowd entirely, but the crowd had been watching them go, watching in ravenous excitement at the way the girls suffered and twisted about. Over the intercom announced a voice, "Bonus bukkake round! The girl who takes the most loads gets five bonus points!" The girls were too out of it to object or care, barely even aware of what was happening as they lay on the ground, the vibrators slowly rising up again in intensity so that the girls became more animated and vocal. The men all whipped their cocks off and began to jerk off over the writhing women, stuck in their booths and losing their fucking minds to the pleasure that they were subjected to.

There was no hope of escape now, no chance for relief or control of the situation as they twisted hotly under the pressure and chaos of the toys. Barely even conscious enough to realize what was happening, the girls were powerless to do anything to stop this madness as the guys all jerked themselves off over them. Eyes rolled back, tongues hanging out as they were fucked to the point of almost losing their minds entirely, veering on shattering and losing control as the cum rained down upon them and they were left cum-stained wrecks lying there in puddles of the sticky spunk, which ruined their outfits, lingered on their faces, and even landed on their tongues.

They were spent, and the crowd finally dispersed then, their point proven and nothing left to do here. But the girls remained, too tired to do anything to help themselves. Production assistants counted off the number of men exciting each booth to determine the winner; by a narrow advantage of one man, Tasha had gained five points, but it was a pittance compared to Maria's twenty points, and it didn't do much good to either of them considering they were both drenched in cum and left to lie there still, through the agony and the shame that followed.

The girls were eventually helped up and back to their rooms, where they collapsed weakly onto the bed, given some lunch and left to relax. Or at least, try to relax, as production assistants took the opportunity to begin reading the girls off some chat comments about heir play, and they had chosen the most humiliating remarks to lay onto them for good measure, and the girls had little choice but to sit there and listen to them, soaking in the shame and frustration of what they were doing. This whole game was a prolonged exercise in selling their souls, and they weren't really able to do anything about it.

All of the degrading comments about how they were just cosplay sluts who shouldn't bother playing games they were so bad at did little to make them feel better, especially Tasha, who squirmed in frustration as the translator explained in Korean to her how people thought she should stick to being a fucktoy who fulfilled the fantasies of 'real players' instead of trying to play the game herself. Not that Maria was feeling all that good about it herself, wishing she could muster up the energy to go take a shower and try to wash off all of the cum on her body.

There was a lot of game left to play, and by now the depths that they were going to sink to and just how wicked and vulgar their audience truly was had really hit home. Was it really worth trying so hard just to curry favour from people so degrading? Was this humiliation really worth the chance at money and 'exposure'?

But it was too late to turn back now.

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Preliminary round three standings:

Enji Night: 112 points

Maria Fernanda: 103 points

Tasha: 75 points

Jessica Nigri: 61 points

Yaya Han: 50 points

VampyBitMe: 25 points