The audience in the small club cheered and applauded as Sandra took the stage in her glittering black dress. On the left side, the dress was cut so low that not only could you see her long, sexy legs all the way up to her hips, but depending on the angle and how wide Sandra spread her legs as she walked and stood on stage, you could also catch a glimpse between her legs into her crotch. Of course, Sandra wasn’t wearing any panties, and she knew that the cameraman would do everything he could to catch a quick glimpse of her shaved pussy during her stage performance and show it on the big video screen above the stage.

She welcomed the audience to the highlight of tonight’s show. Once again, the show was completely sold out. In recent years, the Kitty-Quler-Club had made a name for itself not only for its extravagant BDSM and torture shows, which were known far beyond Germany’s borders. Ever since the club had received an official “euthanasia license” three months ago, it had finally been permitted to stage—completely legally—the high-stakes stage shows known from underground clubs, in which young, pretty women could gamble for a large cash prize and nothing less than their lives.

Sandra had already loved these perverse shows back when she was still a pubescent teenage girl, satisfying herself with her favorite vibrator during hours-long masturbation sessions at her parents’ house while watching high-stakes clips from the dark web. Back then, she never in a million years would have dreamed that one day she’d be standing on stage herself as the host of a high-stakes show, guiding the stunningly beautiful contestants on their path to riches—or to their deaths.

Sandra had started her career two years ago as a cheap VIP masturbation aid, sucking millionaires’ cocks and letting them fuck her in the VIP booths during the shows. With her natural horniness and her uninhibited, charming demeanor during these VIP fuck sessions, she soon became the most sought-after VIP escort at these shows. She had loved being “taken” ultra-hard by horny sadists during the shows. She had realized early on that for some men, there was no stronger aphrodisiac than watching a young, pretty woman in a desperate and humiliating struggle against death.

After Freddy took over the club and brought it into the legal sphere through the official “license to kill, ” she managed to convince him that she had what it took to further whip the audience into a frenzy on stage.

In the early shows, however, she was only allowed to strip, dance, and masturbate as a go-go girl to provide background entertainment, while in reality all eyes were fixed on the girls fighting for their lives a few meters away from her on stage.

Later, she managed to convince Freddy to incorporate her into the shows and games as an “assistant” or “living prop.”

She was particularly proud of the game concept for “Lick-or-Die, ” in which the contestant facing elimination had to try to bring Sandra to orgasm by licking her, while a hydraulic penetration machine penetrated the restrained contestant with increasingly faster and deeper thrusts.

During the first two “Lick-or-Die” games, Sandra was so aroused that, clearly visible to the close-up camera, she reached orgasm after just a few minutes, and the overjoyed contestants walked off the stage with their six-figure prize money.

Freddy, of course, wasn’t particularly happy about this, and Sandra knew she had to pull herself together to have any chance of sending the girls to a brutal death by impalement.

As early as the third show, Sandra managed to delay her orgasm long enough for the 24-year-old contestant to be completely fucked and impaled by the merciless fuck robot. But it was anything but easy for her to maintain control while she felt the tongue and lips of a desperate girl on her clit—a girl who was literally being fucked to death by a studded monster dildo.

Later, Sandra found a way to conceal her orgasm so well that her climax was invisible to the audience. The certainty of condemning the desperate contestant—with her hidden orgasm—to death turned Sandra on even more.

After about 10 successful shows, Freddy finally decided that Sandra herself could host the show. And so there she stood on stage... her legs slightly parted in a sexy pose, looking into the eyes of the jeering, horny audience who wanted to see an erotic bagging challenge today.

After a brief welcome, she announced today’s contestant. A breathtakingly beautiful 19-year-old blonde named Jennifer took the stage dressed in a red-and-white silk kimono.

During the roughly two-minute introductory interview, Sandra made a point of verbally humiliating and ridiculing the contestant as elegantly as possible. She asked Jennifer about her family and then added: “I bet your daddy is mighty proud of you. I’m sure he’s sitting in front of the live stream right now with his hard cock in his hand, watching you masturbate for your life today. He must have a vested interest in you winning here today. After all, he surely wants to keep fucking you, doesn’t he? It would be a shame if his favorite little pussy died here today. Do you at least have a little sister he can cum inside if you don’t make it today?”

Without waiting for an answer, she ordered the visibly flustered contestant to strip for the viewers. After the blonde had slipped off her kimono, the girl was left standing on stage in nothing but her red hold-up nylon stockings.

“Red nylons? Really? Looks like someone wants to go out looking especially slutty. But hey, that’s up to YOU... if you die here today, this clip will probably serve as jerk-off material for decades to come. Every girl has to decide for herself what clothes she wants to wear to make men cum. At least the fabric goes well with your flushed and obviously extremely aroused labia.

Let’s see...! Come on... spread your legs! Show the audience your hot little pussy!”

The 19-year-old obeyed and stood on stage with her legs spread wide. Without hesitation, Sandra reached between the girl’s legs with her right hand and inspected the teen’s sex organ, while the cameraman zoomed in obscenely close. With deft finger movements, Sandra pulled the girl’s labia apart and inserted two fingers deep into her slit. The audience cheered.

“Stripping naked in front of a live audience and hundreds of thousands of live-stream viewers seems to really turn you on... or are you just one of those constantly horny little teen sluts who walks around all day with a dripping pussy anyway and shoves anything down there that even remotely looks like a penis?”

Triumphantly, Sandra held her two fingers up to the camera. The teen girl’s pussy juice was clearly visible between her fingers. Then she shoved both fingers into the 19-year-old’s mouth and forced her to lick them clean.

“All right, let’s get this started. Here are the rules of the game again: I’m going to pull a bag over your head right now. Depending on how much oxygen you need, you can survive on the air inside the bag for about 4 to 6 minutes. Some girls have even managed 9 minutes. To qualify for the prize money of 250, 000 euros, you first have to bring yourself to an orgasm. Once you’ve done that, you have to decide: You can quit the game at this point and leave the stage alive after paying the “contract penalty.” Just in case anyone doesn’t know what the “contract penalty” is at the Kitty Torture Club: It’s your clitoris, which you’ll unfortunately have to leave behind....”

Once again, a murmur and applause rippled through the ranks of the live audience. Up until now, it had been very rare for contestants to quit the game by paying the “penalty.” But the clips of the “quitters” generated good download numbers on the club’s website.

“If you decide to keep playing after your first orgasm, you’ll have to mae it to a second orgasm with the air you have left. If you can demonstrably succeed, you’ve won and the prize money is yours. But if you run out of breath... well... then unfortunately that’s it for you, and we’ll have the pleasure of watching you die while you desperately rub your hot little teen pussy!”

Once again, the audience cheered and clapped... Sandra knew that virtually no one wanted to see the contestant succeed. Almost everyone in the room wanted to see the contestants fail.

“Are you ready?” Sandra asked, holding the large, transparent plastic bag.

The teenage girl just nodded silently and sat down on the black chair with her legs spread wide. The small heart rate monitor attached to her right earlobe transmitted a measured heart rate of 150 beats per minute to the video screen. The cameraman zoomed in on the girl’s body, clearly capturing her nervous trembling in close-up. The 19-year-old’s skin began to sweat uncontrollably and glisten in the spotlight.

Sandra stood behind the chair and, to the sound of a pre-recorded drum roll, pulled the bag over Jennifer’s head.

With the words, “Come on, little... JERK OFF FOR YOUR LIFE!” Sandra kicked off the perverse game of life and death.

The 19-year-old immediately began rubbing her labia and clitoris with several fingers. Her wide-open, sexy legs bounced nervously up and down as she did so, while only her toes touched the floor.

Under the transparent plastic bag, droplets of moisture from the humid air in her lungs condensed in front of her mouth.

You could clearly see how she was trying to slow her rapid breathing. Sandra realized that Jenny had obviously been training for this game.

The sight of the masturbating teenage girl aroused Sandra more than she had expected. She felt the familiar heat rising in her lower abdomen and had the urge to slide her fingers between her legs to rub herself just as intensely. But she decided to wait a little longer and, instead, just tease the audience with her upcoming masturbation show for now. With a lascivious movement, she pulled her dress slightly to the side to give the audience a direct view of her shaved pussy.

But as expected, most eyes were fixed on the masturbating teenager with the bag over her head. Almost a little offended, Sandra realized that in this situation, hardly anyone was interested in her own pussy.

All the more, Sandra projected her sadistic feelings onto the girl frantically rubbing herself on the chair and wished for her death.

Moans snapped Sandra out of her thoughts... Jenny lifted her legs so that her sexy feet were now hovering above the floor. At the same time, her body began to tremble slightly, and between her red-rubbed labia, a gush of transparent-white pussy juice suddenly welled up from her vagina and dripped clearly visible onto the chair.

“Now you have to decide, Jenny! Keep going and risk everything, or stop and pay for quitting with your clit?”

After the 19-year-old had recovered from her orgasm, she hesitated briefly... Fear and panic were written all over her face. Then she reached between her legs again and began stimulating her clit once more with quick, circular movements.

The audience applauded.

Sandra couldn’t help but smile. The girl’s courage impressed her. But she knew it was practically suicide. Jenny had taken far too long to reach her first climax. The tiny CO₂ sensor in the bag transmitted a CO₂ level of 90% to the large video screen. That meant there was practically no oxygen left in the bag. Consequently, the girl’s lungs were trying to compensate for the lack of oxygen by breathing faster. The cameraman zoomed in on the girl’s beautiful breasts, glistening with her own sweat, which were now rising and falling faster and faster with every breath.

Sandra knew this sight all too well. The pretty teenage girl was literally running out of air. You could clearly see panic setting in throughout the girl’s body. Her fingers were now rubbing her clit in staccato motions, while she hammered two fingers of her left hand into her pussy like a woman possessed. Sometimes, in response to acute oxygen deprivation and the resulting spasmodic muscle contractions, the female body reacts with a spontaneous orgasm.

Sandra could see the girl’s petite body contract in wild ecstasy and shake with spasms. With her eyes and mouth wide open, the 19-year-old gasped for air.

Turned on by the arousing show, Sandra now rubbed her own pussy with quick, intense movements. Just as she felt a massive orgasm slowly building inside her, Jennifer was struck by one final, unbelievably intense muscle spasm.

When Sandra looked closely, she saw the unmistakable pulsing of the 19-year-old’s vaginal muscles as she reached her final orgasm. But for the 19-year-old, it was too late. Her breathing had stopped. Total respiratory arrest. The pulse reading on the video screen plummeted from 198, and after a few seconds, the pulse read “0.” It’s likely that the teen girl’s life could have been saved with quick mouth-to-nose resuscitation and chest compressions. But Freddy and Sandra had no interest in saving any of the contestants here. Instead of attempting any resuscitation or at least tearing the bag off her head, Sandra grabbed the girl’s left foot and used it to lift Jennifer’s left leg. Then Sandra positioned her body over the outstretched leg and sat down with her bare pussy on the red nylon fabric. She felt the nylon rubbing against her aroused and swollen labia and her clitoris as she slowly moved her pussy up and down on the leg of the suffocating girl. She used the girl’s outstretched shin as a sex toy, rubbing it loudly against her pussy while moaning. As the cameraman filmed a close-up of the contestant’s abused leg, the wet traces of Sandra’s pussy juice were clearly visible on the red nylon fabric.

Finally, she sat down with her pussy on the young woman’s thigh and rubbed her sex organ frantically against the red fabric. As she did so, her hands played with the 19-year-old’s breasts and pussy.

Seconds later, Sandra reached an ultra-intense climax, during which she sprayed her pussy juice all over Jenny’s thigh without any inhibitions.

Gasping and breathing heavily, she looked directly into the camera and said, “Well, Jennifer’s daddy... as you can see, she unfortunately didn’t make it. I hope you really enjoyed her hot choking show? I bet you came really hard watching it. I’m sorry you’ll have to find something new for your cock now. But you still have Jenny’s sister...!” said Sandra, laughing and gasping at the same time, as she climbed down from the lifeless girl’s thigh and straightened her dress as if nothing had happened.