Will Lisa win or not?

Lisa had a massive lead. Her route really *was* easier than the others — big, chunky holds that let her move fast and powerful. She was already halfway up the wall, muscles flexing under the bright spotlights, when she pushed hard toward the only tricky section: a small overhang with a slightly awkward reach. She stretched for the next big grip, fingers brushing it… and that’s exactly when the vibrating egg deep inside her pussy suddenly roared to life. The strong, pulsing vibrations hit her without warning — intense, rhythmic, right against her G-spot. Her whole body jerked hard. A sharp, involuntary gasp tore from her throat as her thighs clenched and her fingers slipped off the hold.

She lost her grip completely. For one terrifying second she dangled, then caught herself on a lower hold, but the damage was done. Susi and Silke were already surging upward, closing the gap fast. Their routes might have been a little harder, but they were climbing with vicious determination — and they both slammed their buzzers at almost the exact same moment, signaling they had caught up. Silke reached Lisa first.

With a wicked grin she swung across the wall like a cat, hooked one arm around a hold right beside Lisa, and leaned in. Before Lisa could even react, Silke pressed her mouth firmly against hers in a deep, mocking kiss — tongues sliding, wet and filthy, right in front of everyone.

At the same moment Silke’s free hand tugged the pre-loosened knots Jan had secretly tied on Lisa’s bikini top. The red fabric fell away instantly, fluttering down toward the floor far below.

Lisa’s full, heavy tits bounced free under the bright spotlights, nipples already stiff from the cold air and the relentless buzzing inside her. Silke didn’t stop there.

She clamped herself tight behind Lisa, one arm wrapping around her ribs, pinning both of Lisa’s arms back against her own body. At the same time Silke hooked her legs around Lisa’s thighs and **** them wide apart, spreading her open while they both hung suspended from the wall.

Now Lisa was completely helpless — arms trapped, legs spread, tits on full display, dangling in the middle of the brightly lit climbing wall.

Silke’s hand immediately slid down, cupping and squeezing one bare breast hard, pinching and twisting the nipple between her fingers while her other hand roamed lower, openly groping Lisa’s exposed body in front of the entire crew and the growing crowd below. Lisa’s eyes flew wide in panic.

“No — wait! Let me down! I want down RIGHT NOW!” she shouted, voice cracking with humiliation. She thought she was only topless — already bad enough with all the cameras, the spectators inside, and the people staring through the huge glass front from outside.

But she had no idea how much worse it really was. Because of the crotchless bikini bottoms Silke had swapped in earlier, her smooth, pussy and tight little asshole were completely exposed to every single person looking up from below. Jan’s camera was zoomed in tight, capturing every glistening detail as the powerful vibrations of the egg made her pussy lips visibly twitch and flutter. A thin string of her own slick arousal was already dripping down her inner thigh, shining under the spotlights.

The technicians at the bottom heard her plea — but they only lowered Susi first. Infuriatingly slowly.

Susi descended inch by inch, taking her sweet time, until she was hanging right beside the two entangled girls. She leaned in close, eyes dark with triumph, and whispered loud enough for Lisa to hear over the buzzing: “You belong to me now, slut. This little show is Silke’s prize… but I’ve got something even better planned for you.”

Meanwhile Silke kept working her over mercilessly — rolling and pinching Lisa’s sensitive nipples harder, tugging them, making her whimper and squirm in mid-air while the egg continued its ruthless **** deep inside her dripping cunt. It felt like an eternity.

Finally Susi reached the ground. The technicians moved to lower Silke next — but the ropes had tangled badly where the two girls were locked together. Two muscular technicians had to clip in and start climbing up the wall themselves to untangle everything.

Lisa’s face burned with fresh shame as she watched them coming closer. She was still convinced the only thing on display were her bare tits… completely unaware that from every angle below — and now from the two men climbing straight toward her — her spread-open pussy and asshole were also on full, humiliating view, twitching and glistening as the vibrating egg pushed her closer and closer to the edge right there in front of everyone.

Just as the two muscular technicians were only a few meters away, climbing steadily toward the tangled girls, Silke suddenly pulled her hand back and delivered a sharp, stinging slap directly onto Lisa’s swollen, throbbing clit.

The unexpected impact — combined with the relentless, powerful vibrations still hammering deep inside her pussy — was too much.

Lisa’s eyes flew wide open in pure shock.

“Fuuuuck—!”

Her scream echoed through the entire hall as her body convulsed violently in mid-air. The orgasm hit her like a freight train, brutal and unstoppable. Her whole body jerked and spasmed helplessly while Silke kept her legs spread wide. Her heavy tits bounced wildly under the bright spotlights, nipples rock-hard, as wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through her right in front of everyone.

Directly in the eyes of the two climbing technicians.

Directly in front of Jan’s mercilessly zoomed camera.

And in front of the entire crowd below — plus everyone watching through the glass wall from outside.

But the humiliation wasn’t over.

The powerful contractions of her orgasm **** the vibrating egg to start sliding out. In agonizingly slow motion, her puffy, glistening pussy lips parted right before the technicians’ eyes and Jan’s lens. The smooth pink egg emerged centimeter by centimeter, slick and shiny with her cum, still buzzing loudly, until it finally popped free with a wet, obscene sound. A long, glistening string of her arousal stretched between the egg and her twitching hole for a second before snapping.

One of the technicians reacted on pure reflex — he grabbed Lisa’s harness and twisted her body just a little more, turning her perfectly into the brightest beam of the spotlight. Now she hung there completely centered in the light, legs **** wide open, every intimate detail of her dripping, still-spasming pussy and tight asshole on full, merciless display for the entire hall.

The egg finally slipped all the way out, dangled for a heartbeat on its thin wire, then fell, tumbling down toward the floor far below.

Lisa was a post-orgasmic wreck — trembling, eyes glassy, mouth open, completely spent.

The technicians finally untangled the ropes and lowered her slowly to the ground. The moment her bare feet touched the cold floor, Lisa snapped back to reality. She frantically tried to cover herself, one arm slung across her bare tits, the other hand slapping between her legs in a **** attempt to hide her still-dripping, freshly-fucked pussy. Her face was burning crimson, tears of pure shame in her eyes.

Without a word she spun around and bolted — still wearing only the climbing harness — straight across the hall toward the showers, her ass and pussy flashing with every panicked step while laughter, whistles, and loud cheers erupted behind her from the crew and the watching crowd.

Susi was already waiting inside the shower room when Lisa burst through the door, still half-naked in nothing but the climbing harness, skin flushed and glistening with sweat and her own juices. The moment their eyes met, Susi stepped forward with a smug grin, arms crossed under her tits. “Running away already, loser? My turn now. I reached the top before you did, so I get my prize too.”

Lisa’s chest was heaving, her face burning with a wild mix of shame and leftover arousal. She shook her head fiercely. “No. Silke won the race. She took her prize up there on the wall. You don’t get shit. That was the deal.”

Susi laughed coldly. “I hit the buzzer right after her and I was above you the whole time. I earned this.”

But Lisa wasn’t listening anymore. The humiliation from the wall — the way her tits had bounced for everyone, the way her pussy had clenched and squirted in front of the technicians, Jan’s camera, and God knows how many strangers outside the glass — was still pulsing between her legs. She could still feel the egg’s vibrations and Silke’s slap on her clit like it was happening all over again.

She ignored Susi completely, snatched her clothes from the bench, yanked on her jeans and top without even bothering with underwear, and stormed out of the hall. Her legs were still shaky, her pussy throbbing and dripping down her inner thighs as she hurried to her car.

The whole drive home she kept replaying it in her head: how many people had seen her bare tits swinging under the spotlights? How many had watched her come like a cheap whore, legs spread, and squirting while hanging in mid-air? The thought made her cheeks burn with shame… but it also made her so fucking wet she had to squeeze her thighs together at every red light.

By the time she got home she was a mess — equal parts mortified and ridiculously horny.

She didn’t even take off her shoes. She just locked the door, threw her bag on the couch, and set up her phone on the tripod in the bedroom. The camera light blinked red as she hit record.

Lisa looked straight into the lens, cheeks still flushed, eyes dark with lust and embarrassment.

“Hey Peter…” she breathed, voice low and shaky. “I hope you’re alone when you watch this.”

She pulled her top off slowly, letting her heavy tits bounce free, then shoved her jeans down and kicked them away. Naked now, she climbed onto the bed on all fours, ass toward the camera, and spread her legs wide so he could see how swollen and wet her pussy still was.

“You have no idea what happened today… and it’s all your fault,” she whispered, sliding two fingers between her slick folds and moaning softly. “That fucking egg you sent me… it went off at the worst possible moment. Right when I was reaching for the hardest grip. I slipped. I lost the race and a bet with silke.”

Her fingers started moving faster, circling her clit while she kept talking.

“Silke caught me first… kissed me hard… ripped my bikini top off in front of everyone. Then she pinned me against the wall, spread my legs wide while we were both hanging there. Everyone could see my tits. The crew, the technicians, the people outside through the glass… they all watched me get fingered and slapped on my clit until I came like a total slut right in front of them.”

She pushed two fingers deep inside herself and gasped, hips rocking.

“The egg slid out of me in slow motion… right in front of the technicians’ faces. I came so hard I couldn’t even speak. And you weren’t even there…”

Lisa moaned louder, fucking herself faster, her other hand pinching and tugging her nipple.

“I’m still so fucking wet thinking about it. All those eyes on me… my tits bouncing, my cunt twitching and squirting while I hung there like a piece of meat. I’m ashamed… but I’m also so turned on I can’t stop touching myself.”

She looked straight into the camera again, eyes glassy with lust.

“You owe me, Peter. Big time. That egg was your idea. So next time you see me… you’re going to make it up to me. You’re going to fuck me so hard I forget every single person who saw me come like a whore on that wall.”

Her breathing grew ragged. She rubbed her clit in tight, **** circles, moaning his name.

“Watch me come for you right now… thinking about how many strangers saw my dripping cunt today…”

Her back arched hard as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, thighs shaking, pussy clenching visibly around her fingers while she stared straight into the camera the whole time — flushed, embarrassed, and completely addicted to the humiliation.

The video kept recording as she collapsed onto the sheets, panting, a small, satisfied smile on her lips.

“Miss you… and you definitely owe me, baby.”

It wasn’t just Peter; Jan was thrilled too when he received a copy automatically.