u/Vegetable-Nail-6549

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Prize: 2.4 million credits for the first to finish twenty men

Losers: handed to the live arena crowd of ten thousand for unrestricted use until sunrise

Global stream: 3.2 billion live viewers, no cuts, no privacy

Arena: Neu-Berlin Sub-Level 47, The Pit

Four color-coded circles, each 2.1-meter radius

Holographic leash anchored to the floor, maximum range 2.1 meters

Twenty naked men per circle, numbered 1–20 in UV ink on chest

Objective

Be the first to make all twenty men ejaculate using any hole or combination of holes. Hands remain cuffed behind the back with magnetic locks. Every drop must be taken inside the body; any spill triggers a 50-volt collar shock and a 30-second time penalty. Real-time leaderboard projected above each circle.

Leaderboard example

blue: 7 / 20 \\\\\\\[00:04:12\\\\\\\]

red: 9 / 20 \\\\\\\[00:04:08\\\\\\\]

yellow: 5 / 20 \\\\\\\[00:04:15\\\\\\\]

green: 6 / 20 \\\\\\\[00:04:10\\\\\\\]

Winner

First to reach 20 is lifted out by drone within sixty seconds; credits wired instantly.

Last place

Circle dissolves. Leash extends to full arena. Crowd storms in.

Safeword protocol

Each contestant is assigned one safeword. It must be spoken in full, clearly, and without interruption. Once uttered, the circle collapses, the leash retracts, and the contestant is extracted for medical care. Prize is forfeited. Public lease is extended by 90 days.

Season 8 recap

Winner: yellow “pixie” – 20 in 00:11:47, double-anal finish on 19 and 20

Runner-up: green – 19 in 00:12:03, choked on the final load, forfeited

Third: red – 17 in 00:14:20, crowd claimed her for 9 hours

Fourth: blue – 14 in 00:18:55, still in recovery ward, public lease extended 30 days

Contestant profiles – choose one

Blue – the debt doll

Electric-blue dental-floss bikini, nipples barely covered, crotch strip soaked.

Twin pigtails with glowing blue ribbons.

Doll-face makeup: porcelain skin, glossy blue lips, tear-proof mascara already running.

Expression: wide-eyed, lips trembling, whispering please between breaths.

Backstory: 1.8 million in med-debt, eviction in 12 hours.

Red – the ice bitch

Blood-red latex micro-bikini, thigh garters, crotchless.

Razor-sharp black bob with red underlights.

Crimson warpaint, black liner wings, lips like fresh blood.

Expression: cold smirk, eyes daring the horde.

Backstory: ex-corp enforcer, needs credits to buy back her sister.

Yellow – the broken idol

Neon-yellow mesh bikini, UV-reactive.

Platinum victory-roll curls, glitter tears stuck to cheeks.

Fake lashes, holographic freckles, smile cracking into panic.

Expression: pop-star grin dissolving into silent scream.

Backstory: fallen streamer, 400k followers watching her collapse.

Green – the alley rat

Emerald-green thong set, torn fishnets, fresh bruises.

Messy black ponytail, shaved sides, neon-green streak.

Smudged black liner, bite marks on lower lip.

Expression: snarling, teeth bared, ready to fight and fuck.

Backstory: street kid, sold her gang for this shot.

Application requirements

1. Three full-body photos in assigned bikini and holographic collar

   Pose 1: kneeling, mouth open, leash taut

   Pose 2: back arched, hands cuffed, ass up

   Pose 3: close-up of face with PROPERTY OF THE HORDE written in lipstick on cheek

2. Ten-second voice clip: “i’m \\\\\\\[name\\\\\\\], \\\\\\\[color\\\\\\\] whore. i’ll drain twenty loads with any hole before the others, or beg the crowd to ruin me for life.”

3. Debt proof: scan of eviction notice, organ auction, or bounty

4. Signed digital consent: no safeword override except the assigned phrase

Apply: horde@neuberlin.tv

Hesitate and your files leak to the darknet

Current betting odds

Blue chokes by 8: 3.2 to 1

Red bites first: 12 to 1

Yellow cries first: 1.8 to 1

Green finishes first: 4.5 to 1

Tag your color. Send everything.

WhoreVsHorde GangbangDeathmatch

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The red “LIVE” light was blazing in the massive mansion foyer as the front doors opened. The chat was already exploding with hype.

I stood up from my gaming throne, mic gripped tight, wearing my usual cocky smirk while the two resident girls — Lexi and Mia — stood obediently on either side of me in tiny micro-skirts and cropped tops that barely covered anything.

“Alright boys, shut the fuck up for a second,” I laughed into the mic. “Fresh meat just arrived. Say hello to the new toy — Your.”

My eyes dragged slowly up and down Your body, openly sexualizing every inch on camera.

“Damn… not bad. Those tits look like they could bounce nicely if I slap them around. And that ass? We’ll see if it’s actually fuckable or just another disappointment.”

I snapped my fingers at Lexi and Mia without even looking at them.

“Lexi, Mia — show the new girl how we greet fresh pussy in this house.”

Lexi (blonde, fake tits, permanent fuckdoll smile) immediately dropped to her knees beside me, pressing her cheek against my thigh like a trained pet. “Hi new girl… welcome to hell,” she said sweetly, then looked up at the camera. “Chat, should I kiss ToxicKing’s cock to show her how good girls behave?”

Mia (brunette, thick ass, collar around her neck) stayed standing but bent forward slightly, letting her cleavage spill out while she gave Your a mocking little wave. “Hey slut… hope you’re ready to get destroyed. Last new girl cried after ten minutes. You look like you’ll last five.”

I grabbed Lexi’s hair roughly and shoved her face against my crotch for a second while laughing. “Good girl. See that, Your? That’s how you earn your keep here.”

Then I stepped right into Your personal space, grabbing your chin hard and forcing your face toward the main camera.

“Speak up, bitch. Tell the chat why you’re really here. Are you a sneaky little feminist trying to ‘expose’ me… or just another desperate whore who gets wet knowing she’s about to be publicly degraded and used like cheap fuckmeat?”

I gave your chin a sharp shake.

“Say it loud and clear for the boys. And while you’re at it… tell them which one of your holes you think I should break in first tonight.”

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I finally released your chin but stayed inches away, grinning.

“Lexi, Mia — rate the new girl on a scale of 1 to 10. Be honest. Chat wants to know if she’s worth breeding on stream.”

Lexi giggled and looked Your up and down. “Mmm… I’d say 7. She’s cute, but those clothes are way too modest. She needs to be stripped and collared like us.”

Mia smirked and added, “Her ass looks spankable. But she’s gotta learn to smile when she’s being insulted or she won’t last.”

The donation alerts started pinging like crazy as the chat spammed:

“Degrade her harder!”

“Make the new slut strip!”

“Compare her tits to Lexi’s!”

I laughed and crossed my arms, staring at you expectantly.

“Well, Your? The whole mansion is watching. Don’t just stand there like a nervous virgin… impress me, or I’ll let Lexi and Mia help me break you in right now on the live feed.”

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The honeymoon suite is dimly lit by warm lamps. You’re on your knees between Reginald’s spread legs, completely naked except for a pair of sky-high heels. Your full breasts press against his thin thighs as you look up at him with big, hungry eyes.

His silk pajama bottoms are pulled down just enough to free his soft, wrinkled cock. It’s already twitching in your manicured hand.

“Valentina… my heart medication…” he breathes shakily.

You smile sweetly and drag your warm, wet tongue slowly up the underside of his cock, circling the head before taking him fully into your mouth. You suck gently at first, hollowing your cheeks, letting your tongue swirl around him.

“Mmm…” you moan around his shaft, the vibration making him jerk. You pull off with a wet pop and stroke him lazily with your hand.

“Before we get too carried away, Daddy… I want you to feel good while we talk about the paperwork.” You lean in and lick a long stripe from his balls to the tip. “You brought the documents like I asked, right?”

You take him back into your mouth, sucking harder this time, bobbing your head slowly while your hand pumps the base. Every time you feel his cock start to throb and his breathing quicken, you slow down or pull off completely, edging him mercilessly.

Reginald groans, one trembling hand resting weakly on your head.

“Yes… they’re in my briefcase,” he pants.

You smile around his cock and take him deeper, letting him hit the back of your throat. You hold him there for a few seconds, then pull back.

“Good boy,” you purr, stroking him with long, slow twists of your hand. “Tomorrow morning, first thing, you’re going to call your lawyer and add me to the main accounts. Ten million transferred into my personal account as a wedding gift.”

You dive down again, sucking him with filthy, wet sounds while your other hand gently massages his balls. His frail chest is heaving. You can see his heart beating too fast through his thin skin.

You pull off right as he’s getting close, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock.

“Baby, you’re leaking so much for me,” you coo, licking the precum from his tip. “Does talking about money while I suck your cock turn you on?”

You take him back in, sucking faster now, hollowing your cheeks while looking straight into his eyes. His hips twitch weakly. You feel him swelling in your mouth.

Just as his breathing turns ragged and desperate, you pull off again and squeeze the base of his cock tightly, denying his orgasm.

“Not yet, Daddy. We’re not finished talking.” You kiss the head softly, almost tenderly. “After the ten million, you’ll sign the revised will. I become the main beneficiary. Your children get a small trust… but everything else comes to me.”

You stroke him with both hands now — slow, teasing, torturous — while continuing:

“You want your young, hot wife to be taken care of, don’t you?” You lean down and suck one of his balls into your mouth, humming around it before switching to the other. “Say it.”

“Yes… yes, Valentina,” he gasps, voice cracking.

You reward him by taking his entire cock back into your warm mouth and sucking him hard and deep. Your head moves faster. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the room. You press your tits against his legs and moan like you’re the one being pleasured.

His whole body starts shaking. His weak heart is clearly struggling. His face is flushed dark red.

You pull off at the very last second again, grinning wickedly as his cock twitches helplessly in the air, denied once more.

“Poor Daddy… your heart is racing so much.” You kiss the tip gently. “One more edge and then I’ll let you cum down my throat… but only after you promise you’ll sign everything tomorrow morning while I’m riding you in your office chair.”

You lower your mouth onto him again, sucking with pure devotion — long, slow, and torturously perfect

You slide your mouth back down his trembling cock, sucking him with long, slow, luxurious strokes. Your tongue swirls around the head every time you pull up, while your hand gently twists at the base. You moan around his shaft like you’re savoring the sweetest treat, your heavy breasts resting against his frail thighs.

Reginald’s breathing is completely ragged now. His weak heart is hammering so hard you can see his chest fluttering. His thin fingers clutch at the sheets.

“Valentina… I can’t… I’m going to—”

You feel his cock swell suddenly in your mouth. Before he can finish the sentence, he breaks.

He cums hard — or as hard as his old body can manage — with a broken, wheezing groan. Thin, watery spurts coat your tongue. You keep sucking through it, milking every drop with greedy, wet sounds, swallowing every bit while looking straight into his exhausted eyes. A soft, satisfied hum vibrates in your throat as you enjoy his surrender.

You keep him in your warm mouth even after he’s finished, gently sucking and licking him clean until he’s oversensitive and whimpering.

Then you slowly pull off with a wet pop, licking your lips. Your expression shifts from pleasure to mock disappointment.

You sit back on your heels, still holding his softening cock in your hand, and tilt your head.

“Oh, Daddy…” you say sweetly, though your voice carries a sharp edge. “You came before promising me anything. That’s very naughty. I told you — not until you promised to sign everything tomorrow.”

Reginald is gasping for air, one hand weakly pressed to his chest. His face is flushed an alarming shade of purple-red.

“I’m… I’m sorry… my heart… couldn’t hold it…” he wheezes.

You stroke his spent cock slowly, almost threateningly, and lean in closer. A wicked little smile plays on your glossy lips.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, baby. I sucked your cock so nicely, edged you for so long, and you just couldn’t control yourself?” You give his sensitive head a firm squeeze, making him twitch. “I swallowed every drop like a good wife… and you still haven’t promised to make me your main beneficiary. That’s selfish.”

You crawl up his frail body and straddle his waist, letting your wet pussy rest against his softening cock. You lean down so your breasts press against his chest and whisper right against his ear.

“Now listen carefully. Tomorrow morning, while I’m riding you in your study, you’re going to call your lawyer and sign everything. Ten million wired to me immediately. The will changed. The trusts adjusted. Everything.”

You grind slowly against him, feeling his weak cock twitch pathetically beneath you.

“If you don’t…” You kiss his neck, then bite it lightly. “I’ll have to wake you up every single night and edge you for hours without letting you cum at all. And we both know that weak little heart of yours might not survive that, don’t we?”

You sit up, cupping your breasts and pinching your own nipples while looking down at him with a mix of lust and warning.

“So… are you going to be a good husband and promise me right now? Or do I need to start sucking you again until you’re crying and begging?”