stormfan689
Condemned
As we walked into the quaint Italian town my wife asked “what are all of those people doing?” It seemed like the whole town was pouring into the local stadium. We approached a man who looked rather official. He started speaking in Italian, but quickly changed to English seeing our blank stares.
“There is a large celebration today.” He stared directly at my wife “Would you care to be our guest of honor?” he asked, taking her hand.
“That is flattering! But what have I done to earn that honor?” Tammy asked, blushing deeply. Her pale skin made the blush more visible.
“We always love to feature a guest, and it would be a treat to have someone as lovely as you!” While he was clearly buttering her up, neither of us had the slightest inclination of just how dark a turn things would soon take.
“What do I do?” my wife asked, grinning. The summer dress she was wearing accented her 34 b breasts. Her wavy brown hair fell past her shoulders, with her hazel eyes showing a flash of excitement.
“Angela will take you to change. Then, just enjoy the experience. Get as much out of it as you can!” He passed her hand to a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty. As they departed, the man turned to me. “Thank you for giving us your wife. As a thank you, why don’t you let Elana take you up to the booth.”
Elana had long, smooth brown hair and deep brown eyes. I was certainly happy to spend some time with her, though I was ignorant of how intimate, and intense, the next 24 hours would be.
As we arrived in the booth I looked down at the stadium. There was a bed on a stage. I asked Elana to explain the celebration.
“It started centuries ago, but it has changed some over time. The guest of honor is placed on the bed. At least initially she is tied down. All of the men in town are given the opportunity to purchase a chance to fuck her. But that chance comes with both great risk, and a novel opportunity. You see, the man who is fucking your wife when she cums will be executed on the spot. The next man in line, however, may have your wife for the remainder of the night. He may do anything he wants with her.
Elana then took my hand gently and looked into my eyes. “But you need to know something. Sometime after sunup tomorrow, when your wife is in the middle of an orgasm, he will kill her. He is required to make it pleasant. But that is the only restriction. As your wife cums, he will bring her life to an end.”
I was staring at her uncomprehendingly. While I had certainly had dark fantasies ever since I had read a CH Makoto story at ASSTR, the distinction between fantasy and reality was obvious to me. I never wanted anything remotely like this to happen. And even in fantasy, I didn’t like the idea of her uncomfortable, let alone facing mortal peril. “Wait you can’t torture her!” I said.
“Oh, no! there won’t be any torture at all. That would be barbaric! Your wife will likely have more orgasms in the next few hours than she has had in months. It will certainly be the best night of her life. And the winner will be sure that she is in the middle of a strong orgasm as he does it. It will be amazing, don’t worry.”
I was processing this. Maybe it was the fact that we had experienced loss in life that had caused me to ponder the connection between orgasm and death. Elana speech was revealing that I wasn’t alone on this point. I should have realized it sooner. After all, the French term “la petite morte” didn’t come from thin air (though thin air might enhance la petite morte!).
Attempting to avoid processing the bizarre situation we were in, my mind went to other thoughts. So many people who enjoy horror films would be appalled that I had masturbated to thoughts of an “erotic demise.” Why are people so quick to conclude that while their kink is acceptable, another’s is perverse?
But distraction wasn’t going to work for long. Unless this was some weird joke, or candid camera episode, I was about to watch my wife get fucked by a bunch of men, fulfilling a dream I had always had, but then killed, preventing me from getting to live the rest of my life with her and enjoy this new sexual freedom.
Elana surprised me by reaching for my crotch. The erection that she felt mortified me, but didn’t surprise her. “Don’t feel badly. Most people get aroused by this,” she said, as she gripped my cock through my pants. “There is something about fear that is arousing. I know some people have said that we erotocize our fears. I know I do,” Elana continued. “I have had a rape fantasy since I was a little girl. And what do we fear more than death? It makes sense that it turns us on.”
As she said that, she continued to rub me. “While we watch her, we can play.” Elana had the sort of body I lusted after, Lithe, with small breasts. And I could smell her arousal. She was enjoying this a lot.
On the stage they were blindfolding my wife. “We don’t want her to see them execute the man,” Elana explained. After that, we will remove the blindfold so she want watch the remainder of the night.”
A long line of men was standing by Tammy. She was tied in an X, her breasts looked almost flat with her on her back, but her areolas were large and dark red, and they were when she was aroused. There were several cameras around here, and images were projected on giant screens throughout the stadium. The close up of her cunt permitted me to see her wetness running down her ass. No one had touched her yet, but she was literally dripping.
Most of the men were hard already. I had never seen so many erect cocks at once. As you would expect, there was a mix of sizes and shapes. I saw one man with a curved cock. I realized he would hit her g-spot. He was maybe the 20th guy in line. I had a feeling that he might be the guy who put her over the edge. I had a strange thought “I wonder if that man knows that his cock shape may be his death warrant.” I chastised myself for the warped thought.
There were a series of announcements made in Italian. Elana explained that they were telling crowd what she had told me. Tammy was listening, oblivious as neither of us knew any Italian.
The master of ceremonies walked up to Tammy. “Are you ready for your first cock?,” he asked in accented English. I mean, technically it was her second cock, since she had fucked me. But she hadn’t fucked another guy in her life. Her first cock of the night was going to be her second cock in 45 years of life. She nodded with a combination of shame and excitement, and the first man came up to her.
The next 40 minutes were a blur. Each man wanted to fuck her as fast as they could because they wanted to be sure that they came before she did. Of course, they also wanted to enjoy it. For most of the guys that meant pounding her as hard as they could. Little did they know that Tammy loved it hard. But they also didn’t know Tammy often didn’t cum from intercourse alone. If they had known that, they may have taken more time and enjoyed themselves a bit longer.
Most of the men were cumming in her, and before long cum was constantly streaming out of her pussy and down her ass. The close-up camera gave a perfect view each time a cock was removed, bringing a dollop of cum out as well. A few of the men came on her, and her stomach, tits and face were covered. Since her hands where restrained, she could wipe it off.
Her chest was flushing, a pretty common sign that she was getting closer to cumming. The more perspective men noticed, and fucked her harder and faster. One even opted to just fuck her mouth. I wasn’t sure if that was permissible; it seemed like a way around the rules. But no one seemed to object, and Tammy enjoyed it thoroughly, moaning as the man came in her mouth.
“There is a large celebration today.” He stared directly at my wife “Would you care to be our guest of honor?” he asked, taking her hand.
“That is flattering! But what have I done to earn that honor?” Tammy asked, blushing deeply. Her pale skin made the blush more visible.
“We always love to feature a guest, and it would be a treat to have someone as lovely as you!” While he was clearly buttering her up, neither of us had the slightest inclination of just how dark a turn things would soon take.
“What do I do?” my wife asked, grinning. The summer dress she was wearing accented her 34 b breasts. Her wavy brown hair fell past her shoulders, with her hazel eyes showing a flash of excitement.
“Angela will take you to change. Then, just enjoy the experience. Get as much out of it as you can!” He passed her hand to a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty. As they departed, the man turned to me. “Thank you for giving us your wife. As a thank you, why don’t you let Elana take you up to the booth.”
Elana had long, smooth brown hair and deep brown eyes. I was certainly happy to spend some time with her, though I was ignorant of how intimate, and intense, the next 24 hours would be.
As we arrived in the booth I looked down at the stadium. There was a bed on a stage. I asked Elana to explain the celebration.
“It started centuries ago, but it has changed some over time. The guest of honor is placed on the bed. At least initially she is tied down. All of the men in town are given the opportunity to purchase a chance to fuck her. But that chance comes with both great risk, and a novel opportunity. You see, the man who is fucking your wife when she cums will be executed on the spot. The next man in line, however, may have your wife for the remainder of the night. He may do anything he wants with her.
Elana then took my hand gently and looked into my eyes. “But you need to know something. Sometime after sunup tomorrow, when your wife is in the middle of an orgasm, he will kill her. He is required to make it pleasant. But that is the only restriction. As your wife cums, he will bring her life to an end.”
I was staring at her uncomprehendingly. While I had certainly had dark fantasies ever since I had read a CH Makoto story at ASSTR, the distinction between fantasy and reality was obvious to me. I never wanted anything remotely like this to happen. And even in fantasy, I didn’t like the idea of her uncomfortable, let alone facing mortal peril. “Wait you can’t torture her!” I said.
“Oh, no! there won’t be any torture at all. That would be barbaric! Your wife will likely have more orgasms in the next few hours than she has had in months. It will certainly be the best night of her life. And the winner will be sure that she is in the middle of a strong orgasm as he does it. It will be amazing, don’t worry.”
I was processing this. Maybe it was the fact that we had experienced loss in life that had caused me to ponder the connection between orgasm and death. Elana speech was revealing that I wasn’t alone on this point. I should have realized it sooner. After all, the French term “la petite morte” didn’t come from thin air (though thin air might enhance la petite morte!).
Attempting to avoid processing the bizarre situation we were in, my mind went to other thoughts. So many people who enjoy horror films would be appalled that I had masturbated to thoughts of an “erotic demise.” Why are people so quick to conclude that while their kink is acceptable, another’s is perverse?
But distraction wasn’t going to work for long. Unless this was some weird joke, or candid camera episode, I was about to watch my wife get fucked by a bunch of men, fulfilling a dream I had always had, but then killed, preventing me from getting to live the rest of my life with her and enjoy this new sexual freedom.
Elana surprised me by reaching for my crotch. The erection that she felt mortified me, but didn’t surprise her. “Don’t feel badly. Most people get aroused by this,” she said, as she gripped my cock through my pants. “There is something about fear that is arousing. I know some people have said that we erotocize our fears. I know I do,” Elana continued. “I have had a rape fantasy since I was a little girl. And what do we fear more than death? It makes sense that it turns us on.”
As she said that, she continued to rub me. “While we watch her, we can play.” Elana had the sort of body I lusted after, Lithe, with small breasts. And I could smell her arousal. She was enjoying this a lot.
On the stage they were blindfolding my wife. “We don’t want her to see them execute the man,” Elana explained. After that, we will remove the blindfold so she want watch the remainder of the night.”
A long line of men was standing by Tammy. She was tied in an X, her breasts looked almost flat with her on her back, but her areolas were large and dark red, and they were when she was aroused. There were several cameras around here, and images were projected on giant screens throughout the stadium. The close up of her cunt permitted me to see her wetness running down her ass. No one had touched her yet, but she was literally dripping.
Most of the men were hard already. I had never seen so many erect cocks at once. As you would expect, there was a mix of sizes and shapes. I saw one man with a curved cock. I realized he would hit her g-spot. He was maybe the 20th guy in line. I had a feeling that he might be the guy who put her over the edge. I had a strange thought “I wonder if that man knows that his cock shape may be his death warrant.” I chastised myself for the warped thought.
There were a series of announcements made in Italian. Elana explained that they were telling crowd what she had told me. Tammy was listening, oblivious as neither of us knew any Italian.
The master of ceremonies walked up to Tammy. “Are you ready for your first cock?,” he asked in accented English. I mean, technically it was her second cock, since she had fucked me. But she hadn’t fucked another guy in her life. Her first cock of the night was going to be her second cock in 45 years of life. She nodded with a combination of shame and excitement, and the first man came up to her.
The next 40 minutes were a blur. Each man wanted to fuck her as fast as they could because they wanted to be sure that they came before she did. Of course, they also wanted to enjoy it. For most of the guys that meant pounding her as hard as they could. Little did they know that Tammy loved it hard. But they also didn’t know Tammy often didn’t cum from intercourse alone. If they had known that, they may have taken more time and enjoyed themselves a bit longer.
Most of the men were cumming in her, and before long cum was constantly streaming out of her pussy and down her ass. The close-up camera gave a perfect view each time a cock was removed, bringing a dollop of cum out as well. A few of the men came on her, and her stomach, tits and face were covered. Since her hands where restrained, she could wipe it off.
Her chest was flushing, a pretty common sign that she was getting closer to cumming. The more perspective men noticed, and fucked her harder and faster. One even opted to just fuck her mouth. I wasn’t sure if that was permissible; it seemed like a way around the rules. But no one seemed to object, and Tammy enjoyed it thoroughly, moaning as the man came in her mouth.
