The show.

A little short story based on a picture I was sent by a fellow reader. Enjoy, and if you like, help vote on the outcome.

_Here's the link to the picture in question.: https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR9JF68XD2JFOqxQiihU2jTypvLOwXT_FunZQ&usqp=CAU_

Kirsten blinked her eyes at the bright stage light beaming down upon her. It illuminated her, and her alone. She knew that hiding in the shadows were twenty women. Twenty, extremely attractive women, who knew exactly how to please someone with their tongue. She knew this because she had already been subjected to their skill twice before. It had seemed so easy at the time. A quick way to make her sentence go away. You see, Kirsten was a criminal. Nothing major, mind you, possession of **** was all she did. But they still gave her a three-year sentence in a correctional facility.

Now being a twenty-year-old young woman, blessed with firm yet large breasts, smooth, soft skin, and silky locks of honey blonde hair, she thought that she could use her looks to get out sooner. She was right, and she was wrong. They had no intention of letting her go earlier, but she was far to pretty to not use in their cruel game show. They made her an offer; Participate in something they only called; "THE SHOW". If she won, her record would be wiped, and she would be released immediately. If she failed to win, she would be returned to prison, and she had to try again three months later. Being a young, naive woman, she readily agreed.

So they cuffed her hands behind her, strapped a big ballgag into her mouth, and slipped a blindfold over her eyes. They had taken her on a long journey to some remote location, where they had torn the clothes from her young body, whistling appreciatively at her nude form. They placed her on a padded seat, spread her arms to the side, and strapped them down with leather restraints. Her legs where lifted above her, until they were behind her, where they were placed in two leather cuffs chained to the wall. They had removed the blindfold, and she had to squint as the bright lights bore down on her. It took a while, but she eventually saw the large camera's in the shadows before her, this entire session was being recorded, and as she later found out, broadcasted to other prisons across the country. A man wearing a prison uniform approached her and began to explain the rules.

Surrounding her were twenty girls, aged 18 to 22. Each girl would use their tongue to lick her clit for one full minute. After the first minute, the second girl would immediately take the place of the first, and now she had a minute to lick Kirstens clit. This would continue until the twentieth girl had her turn. That was round one, they would go for twelve rounds, a grand total of 4 hours. If Kirsten managed to cum anywhere in those 4 hours, she would go free, and her record wiped as promised. If she could not, she would be locked into a custom made chastity belt, that would prevent her from masturbating while also keeping her aroused and wet until her next chance. Three months from now. Knowing how easily she could cum Kirsten figured this was going to be a walk in the park, but they never told her about the rules for the girls who were going to lick her. Whenever Kirsten would cum, the girl PRECEDING the one that made her cum would be awarded 100.000$. So the girls had every intention to get her as close to the edge, but not make her cum, so that she would cum from the girl after the previous one.

Kirsten figured out they were not trying to make her cum halfway through the second round. She was testing the strength of her binds well into round four. By eight she was crying and begging through her gag. Again, and again, they managed to bring her to the edge of pleasure. She felt her pussy clench around empty air. Felt her arousal leak from her aching cunt. She strained every muscle, pushed her clit into the girl that was licking her at the time, but they never made her cum. Four hours later, and Kirsten was a broken sobbing mess. Her pussy ached with need, her clit throbbed with pure desire, and her mind was a foggy haze of lust and sexual fantasies. She faintly registered it when the locked the chastity belt in place, moaning wantonly as the thick dildo slid into her soaking cunt. They released her from her binds, cuffed her hands again, and replaced the blindfold. It was a three-hour drive to the prison, and they made sure she became aware of the belts many features.

Such as; The dildo could vibrate, at frighteningly high speeds. The belt had a stimulation patch pressed directly onto her throbbing clit. It also had advanced pressure sensors that would register how close she was based on how much she squeezed the dildo. She learned that it could use those sensors to regulate the speed of the dildo and clit vibration to keep her permanently aroused, but never cumming. And in the rare case that she was about to cum, a painful electric shock surged through her pussy, violently tearing away any chance to orgasm.

Life in the prison turned out to be another nightmare. Her failure was broadcasted for all the inmates to see, and they all saw and heard her beg and plea like a cheap whore. they all knew she was locked away in chastity, so they took great pleasure in tormenting her with their sexual freedom. By the time her second attempt was up, she was on the brink of losing her sanity. The belt had teased her over, and over, and over. Day after day, after night, after night. Never at the same time, never at the same strength. The sheer randomness of her torment was enough to drive her crazy, but the burning ache between her legs when it stopped was more then she could handle. But she made it. Three months had passed, and she was once again strapped to the bench, camera's rolling to record every second of her ****. There was a signal from the shadows, and the first girl stepped up between her splayed open legs. She was so wet, so ****, she would be cumming in no time.

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She was wrong. So very wrong. The first girl had her screaming in pleasure before her minute was up. But she still didn't manage to cum. Nor did the second let her, or the third. Or the fifteenth. By the time the fourth round began, she had lost all coherent thought, and her entire focus and being was directed to the pulsating spot between her legs. Round eight, and still nothing. The girls were too good at what they were doing. They each wanted to win that prize money, so they each tried to get her as close as possible before their time was up. And close she got. Each round, they managed to push her closer and closer. At one point, her cunt began to contract powerfully, much like she was about to cum, but her hope was cruelly shattered as the girl slowed down just enough.

She didn't register the end of the show, all she knew, was that they didn't let her cum. She barely registered the chastity belt is locked back into place, nor did she resist when the took her down. Her spirit was broken for the moment, retreated to a place of safety, to preserve her failing sanity against this endless onslaught of pleasure, and denial. She received a letter from her parents in the next three months. They berated her for being so selfish and stupid in trying to beat the show. Only a handful ever managed to win, and her shameless display had ruined her reputation and that of her family. The next letter was from her boyfriend. Predictably, he wanted nothing to do with a woman who tried to use her body as a way to get around the rules. A hastily scrawled; "it's over" was all she got as a means of a breakup.

As the three month period slowly ticked away, Kirsten gradually recovered some of her sanity and a semblance of control. The belt still teased her day after day. her pussy was permanently wet now, a constant and steady flow of sweet nectar. Finally, it was time. Nine months had passed since the start of her term. Nine months of pure, sexual hell. But she was determined to beat them this time. She looked definitely at the shadows, daring the girls to begin. And answering her unspoken challenge, the first girl kneeled between her legs, and her tongue touched Kirsten's clit.

Five seconds was all it took for Kirsten to begin begging, her defiance shattered the moment she felt the warm and wet flesh start to lick. She remembered why she was here, and what she promised herself, and gathered the last remains of her concentration and focus. By the time she had collected herself again, she was already in round three. her clit throbbed and pulsed in perfect rhythm with her frantic heart. There was a fire between her legs that could not be contained any longer, she was sure of it. Minute after minute, the girls each took their turn. Her resolve wavered and cracked with each passing moment, but she never faltered, she pushed through, and for the first time, felt her muscles contract in that familiar time just before orgasm. The girl licking her slowed down, knowing the signs just as much as she did, but she pushed on.

She waited until the next girl took her place, a pretty young thing of barely 18 years old. Shoulder length flaming red hair, and a pair of warm hazel eyes. She kneeled down before Kirsten's cunt, and began to lick. Kirsten took that as her queue to push every last dredge of her resolve into her pussy. She was so close now, she could see the finish line. It was a race against the clock, and she knew this was her only chance. She felt her body tense as she got closer. her pussy began to convulse as her pre orgasm cycle began. She lifted her hips from the padded bench, pushing her clit firmly against the younger girls soft tongue. The girl's eyes widened in panic as she realised what was about to happen, and she began to use every trick she knew to postpone the inevitable until the next girl's turn. Kirsten, knowing the next girl would not make the mistake this one made, pushed on. She got closer with each second, and she prayed it would be enough. The room had become dead silent, the only sounds where Kirsten's frantic cries of pleasure, and the girls wet slurping tongue, everyone watched transfixed at the duel in front of them, and as the final seconds of her turn ticked away, everyone asked themself: