Sam's game

ff, cunts, balls, death, competition, game, commissioned

Elevator door opened and three women walked out. Their heels clanged on the asphalt floor of the underground parking lot, as they, without noticing anything unusual, walked together to their cars. Behind a concrete column, a blonde woman peeked at them. She was wearing a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt and matching black jeans. She knew them. Her name was Sam and she was ready to make their day much worse.

Sam knew these three intimately, she had made love to them separately and together before, just like many other women who worked int the building above. Now Sam wanted revenge for the heartache. She wanted to see them suffer, see their clits or balls destroyed, and die.

All three women wore business suits and skirts. The tallest one, a thin Asian with blond dyed curly hair and glasses, was Melia. She had curly, blond-dyed hair. She wore a black business suit with narrow skirt that showed her long legs and a shapely peach of a butt. Melia was going to soon part from the group to go to her car.

Veronica, another Asian, was a tiny girl with petite frame. Her hair was black and straight, it flew so long, it almost reached her little, round butt. Veronica seemed so innocent, nevertheless Sam knew she could fuck as well as other two. Veronica followed Melia with her large, puppy-dog eyes pointing down, not daring to put in a word, as Melia was chatting with Livi over her head.

Livi, third Asian girl among them, was tall and wide. Her business suit was bright red, her skirt clinged to her wide hips and large butt, showing her fat thighs. The skirt was scandalously short, as it barely hid her not so little secret. Livi was a futa, and she had two large balls that stretched her white panties to the maximum. All three girls were very close, especially because of their shared Chinese descent.

Livi and Veronica was going to drive home in the same car. Melia's said good-bye and turned right, while they continued to walk. Whan Melia reached to open her car, she felt somebody approach her from behind. A hand wrapped around her waist, and a chlorofomed piece of fabric pressed at her face. Melia didn't have time to comprehend what was going on, as she inhaled chloroform fumes and lost the consciousness.

Couple seconds later Veronica received a message from Melia's phone.

"Melia says she wants to tell me something," she told Livi after reading the message. "I'll go to her and be back quickly."

"Sure, I'll wait," Livi replied.

What was supposed to be a short wait felt was taking forever. Livi got out of the car again, determined to walk herself to Melia's car to check out on her friends. She made couple of steps when she too felt chlorofom on her face. Livi sat her huge ass on the asphalt, and felt a familiar hand go under her skirt. Using her helplessness, the hand fondled her balls, and then Livi became fully unconscious.

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They woke up inside a dimly lit room. Corners of the room sank in darkness. The girls realised they couldn't move. They were sitting on sturdy wooden chairs, facing each other, positioned in a circle around a round glass table. Metal braces were holding the girls in their seats. The braces were holding their upper arms, upper legs and waists, immobilizing them.

The girls looked around confused. There was so much to take in so quickly. Besides braces, there were strange contraptions on their crotches or over their heads. A little black display was sitting in front of them, empty. Clear glass surface of the table prevented their lower arms to reach down, while giving a good view at their whole bodies. There was a rusty metal lever sticking up from a hole in the center of the table with a chain stretching towards each girl. Studio lights cast light at the table and seats while the rest of the room sunk in darkness. The fourth seat at the table, across Livi and between Veronica and Melia, didn't have any braces or devices. It was occupied by Sam.

"Sam? What are you doing, you bitch!" Melia shouted.

"Yea, bitch!" Livi added, while Veronica sent her accusatory stare in silence.

Sam smiled. Melia and Livi tried to break free from their restraints, but realised that the braces let them move only their lower arms and kick with their feet.

"Calm down, ladies, and let me explain," Sam said.

"Explain what? And what is all this junk around us?" Melia asked.

"And why are our skirts bunched up like that?" Livi asked angrily.

"I really need silence from you all," Sam said.

She stood up and pushed a ballgag into each girl's mouth. Veronica was almost crying, Livi and Melia shouted obscenities at her, until the gags prevented made that to stop. Now they could only groan and whine behind the gags.

"Each of you have your personal torture device on you," Sam said. "Melia, did you notice a little red dot of light over your panties?"

Melia moved her eyes down and then up. Indeed, there was a red laser dot on her white panties, coming from a chromed cylinder, attached somewhere above.

"The laser is able to charge up and burn a hole in the hardest material," Sam said. "It will cook your little clit in an instant!"

Melia twitched in panic but the braces were holding her in place. The red dot on her panties didn't even move from the place.

"As for you, Livi, since you have bigger targets between your legs, I have prepared something else."

Livi had already noticed two steel tubes extending from above and aiming at her plump balls.

"Imagine a really big shotgun... Either of these barrels can shoot out a lead slug with enough force to obliterate one of your nuts."

Sam walked behind Livi and bent over her shoulder, then slid her hands inside Livi's panties and pulled futa's balls over the band of the panties. Livi's balls were perfectly shaved, and barely fit in Sam's hands. Her dick was small and flaccid, and seemed laughable compared to the size of them. Sam positioned the balls on Livi's thick thighs.

"There you go, dear," she said. "There's so much meat inside those fat orbs. The slugs will not miss."

Livi tried to move and shake, her balls wobbled but stayed in place over her thighs.

"As for you, Veronica..." Sam walked to the smallest girl.

Veronica tried to shrink into her chair as Sam approached.

"You probably have guessed what I have in mind for you."

Tears came out of Veronica's eyes. There was a little rectangular frame, with a sharp razor blade on top, wedged between Veronica's thighs.

"That's right, it's a cute little guillotine for your cute little clit! Isn't it adorable?"

Sam bent over Veronica's crotch, and pulled girl's white panties to the side. They reavealed Veronica's pussy, shaved, with a messy landing strip above. Her clit was poking out of the brownish folds. Sam moved the little guillotine closer, until Veronica's clit was trapped between two bars and the blade touched the flesh of girl's love bean. Veronica tried to squirm away, but she too was strapped so tight that even the her little clit couldn't slip out from under guillotine's blade.

"I can assure you, the devices aiming at your pussies and balls are automatic, and will activate upon receiving a signal. So save your energy for this..."

As she said that, Sam pointed at the lever, sticking from the middle of the table. The girls looked at each other inquisitively.

"I want to play a game," Sam said. "The rules are simple, please, pay attention. Each of you have a timer, and all of you equally will have 30 seconds. When your seconds reach zero, your presonal torture device will go off!"

Small displays in front of each girl lit up, showing number 30. The girls tensed, their breathing became faster, even as the numbers weren't going down yet.

"There's three of you, and only one lever. Each of you can pull the lever to your side. While you hold the lever, your personal counter will not go down, but up instead!"

Sam laughed.

"Oh, and Livi! Your special rule is that one of the barrels will shoot much sooner - at second 20. I hope you understand."

Livi tried to scream through the ballgag, but her protest had no impact.

"Whoever remains with a clit or a ball will be the winner and will go free, I promise!"

The girls were staring looks at each other. Was this really happening? Sam walked to her chair and sat down. She had made love to them, she had been between Melia's long legs, played with Veronica's sensitive clit and sucked Livi's giant balls. The glass table offered an excellent view at all three girls she wanted to suffer, hair to toe. Melia's tight white panties had red dot of a laser, Livi's panties, pushed under her balls, were almost unnoticable in the folds of her skin, while her nuts rested over her thighs, and Veronica had her panties pushed to the side, exposing her brownish pussy folds to the clit guillotine.

"I hope you paid attention to the rules!"

Sam pushed the button and three timers started a countdown, then leaned back and watched with a smile. At first nobody moved. Only three timers counted down.

"29... 28... 27..."

The girls stared in disbelief, shocked and frozen. Did they really have to challenge each other in Sam's crazy game? It was so wrong.

Sam giggled. Did they still thought it was just a prank? It would be so funny if these dumb Asian bitches would just sit there, staring at each other indecisively for whole 30 seconds, until their crotches exploded in bloody gore. Anyway, in less than ten seconds they will have to wake up, after the first slug will smash Livi's ball. She licked her lips.

Meanwhile all three timers had already showed number 22. Livi let out a panicky whine and pulled the chain to her side. Rusty lever proved itself to be heavy, and demanded quite an effort to be held in position. It occured to Livi that lever's heaviness was designed by Sam on purpose. Yet it worked. In a second Livi's timer went up to 23 and then kept counting up. For a short while Melia and Veronica stared at her. Then each pulled the chain to herself.

"The struggle begins!"

Sam watched, thoroughly entertained. She extended her arms to the sides and rubbed Melia's and Veronica's breasts. Livi was the largest and strongest of three girls, and at first neither Melia nor Veronica could force the lever to switch to their side. Livi held for several seconds, until her timer reached 28 seconds. This is when combined strength of Veronica and Melia pulled the lever back to the middle. Livi was too tired to both hold the lever and fight the other two contestants at the same time. For a while, all timers were going down.

Sam, satisfied with rubbing Melia's and Veronica's breasts, started to rub herself through the black jeans. Each girl was pulling in her own direction, with Melia gain the upper hand, even if giving lever up couple times in a row. Veronica did her best, as tears ran over her face.

Livi struggled with the chain, as her timer was approaching 20. This was so unfair! Only she had to worry about 20 second time limit, only she had the balls, only for her Sam had invented special rules! With fear in her eyes Livi watched the display show number 22, then 21, then 20.

For a spit second Livi felt nothing would actually happen. Then a charge exploded in one of the cold steel barrels hanging from above, and lead slug flew downwards, right to the center of Livi's giant left testicle. With a loud "Splat!" the slug went right through the meaty ball, leaving a large round hole, crushed through the wooden seat and hit the dim-lit floor with a loud ding. Livi started screaming through her gag. Her left testicle, which used to have a shape of a really large egg, now was turned into a meat donut, with its insides absolutely annihilated. Saliva and tears mixed over Livi's face.

Melia and Veronica started screaming under their gags. The lever flipped back to the center, as all girls had forgotten about its existance. Sam had her hand inside her pants and rubbed her clit, watching the scene through her half-closed eyes.

"Yes... yes..." she muttered.

All timers were relentlessly counting down. Veronica came back to senses first, when she noticed that her timer had lousy 5 seconds left. She pulled the chain and her timer started counting up. Livi and Veronica, who both had more than ten seconds on their timers, realised they were losing and resumed the struggle for the lever. Melia pulled the chain to her side, Veronica resisted. They wrestled with each other, giving and gaining seconds with the equal rate. Livi, with her remaining right ball, tried her best, but couldn't overpover neither Melia, nor Veronica. Her strength had left her and her timer was going only down. Livi helplessly watched the number on her display change to 0.

There was another thud above Livi's head and a second slug flew down, into her right nut. With the same ease as the previous, the lead slug went through her flesh and through the wooden seat. This time Melia and Veronica didn't stop their struggle. Even if, with the corner of the eye, they noticed Livi's fate, they knew they had to no time to contemplate anymore.

What mattered was that there were only two contestants left. Veronica was pulling her chain with remorseful expression in her teary eyes. Melia's forhead were furrowed in an angry, determined expression. She was fighting for her victory. If only she could tell Veronica to let her win, to realise that her pussy was more important!

Meanwhile Livi thrashed in pain. She flailed and kicked as much the braces allowed. Foam formed in her mouth and seeped through the gaps around the ballgag. Livi thrashed and convulsed, until her brain snapped and she hung her head, motionless. Drops of saliva kept falling over her destroyed balls.

At the same time Sam had dropped her pants to the floor. She pulled her panties to the side and fingered her cunt like crazy, watching Livi's agony and the struggle of remaining girls. Someone's clit will be destroyed very soon, and Sam eagerly anticipated the moment.

Now, without a third participant, the seconds were being traded back and forth between Veronica and Melia. Melia pulled the chain to herself and held with all her strength. She concentrated on the number 13 on her display. Melia guessed that Veronica barely had any seconds left and therefore she was at the verge of winning. Yet keeping the heavy lever to herself was very exhausting. More than once Veronica pulled the chain to the middle, before trading it back to Melia, until finally she managed to turn the lever to her side. It came as surprise to Veronica herself. She pulled the chain near her face and cluched at it with all her strength. She closed her eyes, crying all the time, but held.

As Melia's timer was going down, she started whining. She realised she was too tired to change the outcome of the game, no matter how hard she yanked the chain. Melia's timer counted "2, 1, 0".

Laser ray, invisible until now, turned bright red. What was a dot of red light over Melia's panties turned into a point of immense burning heat. It laser burned through white panties and cooked girl's clit. Melia jerked in her seat, wildly swung her head from side to side, wailing under her gag. Saliva was foaming from her mouth, tears were flowing from her eyes. The laser shut off automatically, smell of burned fabric, hair and flesh remained in the air.

Sam was fingering herself like crazy, until she squeezed her thigs together and convulsed from an orgasm. Victoriously she watched Melia's last convulsions, which became weaker and weaker. Finally, after a long agony, Melia kicked her lower legs last time, threw her head back and froze still and lifeless, staring at the darkness of the ceiling.

Sam, breathing heavily, kicked away her pants and walked to Melia's chair. Sam's panties remained wedged to the side, as she didn't bother pulling them back over her pussy. She reached between Melia's legs, found her coal-black clit, and with a sharp crunch snapped it off. She lifed to her face to observe it.

"You can stop pulling, dear!" Sam said to Veronica on the other side of the table. "Melia is done to crisp."

Sam dropped the burned clit into Melia's wide open mouth.

Veronica let the chain go. She sat exhausted and shuddered when Sam walked to her. Sam removed Veronica's ballgag, then moved her hands lower and unbuttoned girl's shirt. Veronica was staring through her blurry eyes at her dead friends, still unbelieving she had survived Sam's game.

"Let me go, please," she whimpered.

Sam rubbed her hands over Veronica's tiny tits and kissed her on her cheek.

"You know, you always were my favourite," she whispered into Veronica's ear.

Veronica sobbed. She hoped Sam would let her go as promised.

"Don't worry Veronica, you have won."

Sam moved her hand down lower, until it touched Veronica's clit, still captured by the tiny guillotine. She put a finger on girl's clit and gently rubbed the supple little button. The whole amount of emotions Veronica had lived in the last minutes in combination with Sam's touches aroused the girl against her will. Her body responded to Sam's touch, she felt she was approaching the moment she had no choice but cum...

"Ah, ah, ah," Veronica gasped.

"Let me free you from this dangerous contraption..." Sam said.

Clit guillotine was still holding Veronica's little bean, now engorged a bit bigger, under it's blade. Sam moved her finger over the top of the device, and...

"Click!"

Tiny blade snapped, severing Veronica's clit off her body. The girl let out a long scream of pain.

"Aahhhh!"

"Oops!" Sam exclaimed. "Did I do that? Hahaha!"

Veronica convulsed in her remaining restraints, wailing from pain and orgasm that overwhelmed her body at the same time. As she thrashed and jerked, Sam dropped on her knees and shamelessly rubbed her clit. Sam watched Veronica die without her clit, as she fingered herself until she came and laughed.