This story is fiction intended for mature adults. All persons and events in this story came strictly from my kinky imagination. There is no relationship to any real person or events. Don't even think about trying any thing described in this story.
This story is a continuation of
The Goddess Theia: The Suo Yang Option -
M+/F+, castration
This story will make more sense if you read that story first, but it is not
absolutely essential.
The Goddess Theia: The Cronus Tournament
By Liana M
@(C) Copyright 2007 by Liana M, all rights reserved.
"You like watching guys lose their package?" Davit asked.
I was totally taken aback. I had never thought of it this way.
Davit had left a message for me asking me to meet him at this club in our hotel. I made up an excuse to get away from Sona and meet him. The club was mostly empty because it was too early in the day. We were in a private booth in the back of the club.
"Well ... not exactly," I said. "It's just ..."
"It's just that you're here because you want to see more guys separated from their packages," Davit said.
"It's ... it's more complicated," I said. "It's the whole concept of it. That people are willing to take that risk. And it's not just guys. Girls do it too."
"So you're bi-sexual," Davit said. "You like watching both guys and girls losing it."
"I just find it is incredible that people risk it," I said.
"It turns you on?" Davit asked.
It did, but I could not admit that.
"Not exactly," I said. "I find it exciting."
"Anyway, how much to do you really know about cum tournaments?" Davit asked.
"Only the rumors I've heard," I said.
"Ok, Let me tell you how cum tournaments really work," Davit said. "Most of the matches are played with a threshold. If the winners total intensity reading exceeds the losers by more than the threshold, the loser gets snipped."
"I see," I said.
"In the early rounds, the threshold is large and nobody usually gets snipped," Davit said. "In later rounds the threshold gets smaller and smaller. Only the final round is zero threshold. So only one couple per tournament has to get snipped."
"And they are the second place finishers!" I said.
"Yes," Davit said. "Second place is a bitch."
"The semi-finals have very small thresholds," Davit said. "So sometimes someone gets snipped in the semis too. After the tournament they usually have a couple of exhibitions. Those are one on one tournaments, sometimes between couples, sometimes a man vs woman match, occasionally a women vs woman match."
"Never a guy vs guy match?" I asked.
"Never heard of one," Davit said.
"The exhibition matches usually are with a small threshold," Davit said. "But occasionally there will be a zero threshold exhibitions."
"Do you know what exhibitions there are tonight?" I asked.
"No," Davit said. "You can never find out till they actually happen. There also is the so called right of challenge."
"What is that?" I asked.
"The couple that wins the tournament has the right to challenge other players in the tournament, but only other players that have taken a cock or clit in competition. The winning man is only allowed to challenge women and the winning woman is only allowed to challenge men. There is no requirement that they challenge anyone, so lots of times there are no challenge rounds, but if there is, it is a zero tolerance contest."
"Wow," I said. "So once you win one of these tournaments and take some couples naughty bits, you can get challenged by the winner of the next tournament."
"Yep," Davit said. "It is a high turnover sport."
"I guess," I said. "Why are people willing to play with those rules?"
"Money mostly," Davit said. "There is a big appearance fee for entering and the prize money for the winner is huge. The recordings of these tournaments are sold all over the galaxy and that generates huge piles of credits so they can offer big prize money."
"I don't care how much prize money they offered," I said. "I'd never do it."
"But you have already," Davit said. "... at least sort of."
"You mean that party a couple days ago," I said. "That was different. It was a very, very tiny chance. These tournaments sound much more risky."
"Tell the governor's son and that girl of his how tiny the chance was," Davit said.
"Yeah, I know," I said. "What happened? I watched the local news, but didn't see anything about it."
"Of course not," Davit said. "It's being hushed up, but all the Devadian parties are now in limbo. There is stuff going on, but it is all out of sight and I'm not sure what is happening. I expect in a month or so it will all blow over, but maybe not. Maybe they will shut down all the Devadian parties or drive them deeper underground. I have confirmed though that the cum tournament for tonight is still on. So Lilit, if you want to watch men and women risking their packages, this is your big chance."
My heart was racing like crazy. Of course I wanted to go.
"I guess," I said. "But I need to tell Sona something."
"Tell her that you are going to the beach resort at Paphos with me," Davit said. "It is sort of true. We are going to take the shuttle to Paphos, and then go from there by ground car."
"Ok," I said.
An hour latter, after making excuses to Sona about why I was giving Davit a second chance, we were on the ground shuttle to Paphos.
The ground shuttle only took about thirty minutes to get to Paphos, but it was very crowded with tourists heading for the beach. With all the people around, I didn't want to question Davit further.
When we reached Paphos, Davit called someone and we waited. After a few minutes Davit hailed a ground car, and we were on our way. The ground car headed inland, away from the ocean.
"It is up in the mountains here," Davit said. "...at a private compound."
The car wound its way up into the mountains and finally approached a large gate. David got out of the car to talk to the guards. After a short conversation the gates opened, and we were waved inside.
Once through the gate we were on a very narrow road that wound very steeply up hill through thick forests. Finally we came out onto a plateau. The trees had been mostly cleared and there were buildings, some large and some small, scattered around. The ground car passed several small buildings and stopped in front of the largest building. When we got out of the ground car, I saw a large sign that read 'Coliseum of the Titans.'
I followed Davit around to an entrance.
"We need to go to the office first," Davit said.
Inside the entrance was a waiting area with a number of big chairs and benches.
"Have a seat," Davit said. "I need to explain what we are doing. Admission to these tournaments is like twenty thousand credits apiece. No way I can afford that. So we need to do an amateur demo or tryout to get admission."
"What!?!" I said. "You drag me all the way out here and then tell me this."
"It's no big deal," Davit said. "It's way safer then the Devadian party ride."
"And the governor's son can tell you how safe that was," I said.
"All we have to do is a one on one contest between the two of us with a huge threshold," Davit said. "If you just relax, enjoy it and cum like you did at the party it will all be absolutely safe. No danger at all."
"Yeah," I said. "And you told me the party was safe too."
"Well, it was very safe," Davit said. "But even a one in a thousand chance happens eventually. This is much safer. You aren't really taking a chance at all. At the party you came like crazy. If you just relax and enjoy yourself and cum half that hard, then this will be absolutely, one hundred percent safe."
"Even if it is absolutely safe, I still have to get butt naked and do it in front of hundreds or thousands of dirty old men," I said. "And on top of that, the vids will be sold to billions of people across the galaxy."
"Hey, don't worry about the vids," Davit said. "They never include the demos or tryouts on the vids. Nothing to worry about there. It is true that the audience is a little bigger here, but you seemed cool with it at the party. You have an absolutely knockout bod, so there is no reason to be shy about it."
"No reason to be shy about it?!" I said. "You really are a jerk, you know that."
"I knew you were going to be mad about it," Davit said. "But you wouldn't have come if I had told you. You'd let your stuffy, good girl reputation get in the way of fun. I practically had to drag you to that party, and you loved it. Most girls would have jumped at the chance without a second thought."
"I'm not most girls," I said.
"I know," Davit said.
I stared at Davit.
"So what do you think?" Davit asked.
"You don't want to know," I said.
Davit leaned over close to me.
"If we don't go through with it we are in a bit of a sticky situation here," Davit said in a very low voice.
"What?" I said.
"I promised them you would do it," Davit whispered. "And the people that run this are ... well, not the kind of people you want to cross."
"You mean criminals?" I asked.
"Yeah," Davit said. "Very, very wealthy criminals with tons of political connections."
How had I been so stupid as to come out here with Davit?
"So?" Davit asked. "You know you want to do it, ride the Devadian again."
"Just not in front of thousands of fat, drooling old men cheering for me to be snipped," I said.
"Hey," Davit said. "I don't think they will be drooling."
"Ok, just fat, dirty old men then," I said.
"Just close your eyes," Davit said. "Forget about the audience and get into your fantasy."
"You are sure this will be absolutely safe?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," Davit said. "No sweat."
"Ok," I said. "But let me warn you. I'm mad. I'm taking my best shot at your package."
"Woo," Davit said. "You go for it, girl. Anyway we need to sign some paper work, then get ready."
"You mean get undressed," I said.
"That is part of getting ready," Davit said. "But only part.
After signing some forms, I followed a couple of women into a dressing area.
"We need to shave you completely clean," one of the women said.
They stripped me naked and shaved everything, under arms, legs, and between my legs. I had never felt so naked in my life. When they were finished, they applied oil to my skin to make it shine. Then they gave me a robe to wear.
A hair stylist came in and touched up my hair. Then a makeup woman followed.
One of the women came back.
"It will be about 10 or 15 more minutes," she said. "So just relax. Don't get all nervous. They said you had ridden a Devadian before?"
"Yes," I replied.
"So you know what to expect," she said. "It will be all set up for you when you get out there. It is pre- lubricated and everything. We will apply the headset in here just before you go out."
I was left alone to contemplate how I had ever allowed myself to be manipulated into this. Davit really was a manipulative jerk.
After what seemed like a very long time, one of the women came back.
"Time to get the headset on," she said.
She held up a curved device that looked something like a hair band, but with round sensor buttons on the end and a big one in the middle. She adjusted the band and slipped it over my forehead. She positioned it just below the hairline. The sensors were attached with some jelly.
"Ok," she said. "All set. It will just be a minute now."
She went and stood by the door. Then she waved me out into the hall.
"Ok," another women said. "Time to take the robe off."
I removed my robe and handed it to the women.
"Wow, you are going to knock them out," she said.
"You think?" I said. "I mean my breasts are too small."
"Who told you that?" she said. "Take my word for it, your breasts are perfect. The crowd will love you. Now when I tell you, you run out there, ok?"
"Ok," I said.
I was standing naked in a hall with four other women waiting to run naked in front of thousands of men.
Suddenly the door slide open and I could hear the crowd outside. An announcer was saying something I could not quite make out. Then I heard my name.
"Go," the woman said, giving me a shove.
This was it. I took a deep breath and trotted out into the stadium. The crowd began to roar and it grew steadily louder as I approached the center of the stadium. The stadium was not huge. About the size of a typical school gym, but the stands were high up above the floor. It looked like the stadium probably seated four or five thousand people. It was mostly full, but there were some vacant sections at the far end.
On all four sides of the stadium were huge screens. Those screens were showing giant close-ups of me jogging into the stadium. I could see my small breasts bouncing up and down as I ran. From the roar of the crowd, I guess the woman was right. They like what they saw.
I reached the big Divadian machine in the middle of the stadium and stopped. Davit was already standing next to it.
"I can see which one of us is the crowd favorite," he said.
"I guess," I said.
"The tradition here is we show each other the goods," Davit said. "Spread your legs and your lips for me to see, while you check out my cock."
"What?" I said.
"It is traditional," Davit said.
Davit was waving his cock at me. It was rock hard, but still rather modest size. I spread my legs and parted my vaginal lips to show Davit my clit.
"Ok," Davit said. "On to the Davadian."
As I turned to get up on the Devadian, I notice that the huge screens were showing a split screen of Davit's cock and my clit.
I climbed up on the stool and then up onto the Devadian. One of the women came running as I slide down onto the dildo. The women slipped the clip over my clit hood and pulled my clit out. This was slightly painful, but I had expected it from my last ride. She then pushed the clit stimulator against my clit.
"Good luck," she said as she ran away.
I felt the dildo begin to rotate inside me. The clit stimulator started to slowly vibrate my clit. I looked up at Davit. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be moaning already.
I was standing next to the huge Devadian staring at a ripped guy with a huge cock. I could not believe how big his cock was. I was thrusting my pelvis forward and spreading my vaginal lips to show him my clit. It was simple. Either he would lose that huge cock or I would lose my clit. I jumped up on the Devadian and started riding the beast. It was slowly starting to get to me, but I had to fight it. I had to hold out as long as possible. I had to get myself as excited as I possibly could or this guy would take my clit away.
I could hear a crowd roaring in the background. They wanted to see me lose my clit. I was determined to disappoint them. I was bouncing up and down on the dildo. I squeezed my nipples with my hands, further ratcheting up the excitement in my groin. The tension was building, but I had to fight to keep it from overwhelming me. I had to build to the biggest orgasm of my life or it would be my last.
Finally, I could not resist anymore, and the waves of pleasure rolled over my body. I leaned my head back and screamed as I pinched my nipples harder than I had ever done before. My body jerked forward as I tensed and strained my body to intensify the pleasure. I slumped forward as the final weak contracts rolled through my clit and vagina.
As I was resting on the handlebars I realized that the roar from the crowd in the stands was much louder than before. I dragged my eyes open. Some red lights were flashing on Davit's side of the Devadian and he lay slumped against the support bars too. I guessed the audience like watching me cum, perverts.
A compartment opened in the top of the Devadian between us and a crystal sphere containing a cock emerged. What?
The woman who had helped set the machine up came running up.
"Wow, that was awesome," she said.
"What happened?" I said, still slightly out of it.
"You took his cock baby," she said. "And not just by a little bit either. That was the biggest orgasm I have seen in a long time."
"What!" I said.
"He was a wimp, and you were unreal," she said. "You've just taken your first cock."
I slide off the dildo and got down off the Devadian. The crowd was still in frenzy. The big screens were showing close-ups of Davit cock in the crystal ball.
The women picked up the crystal ball with Davit's cock and handed it to me.
"This is yours," She said. "You won it."
Davit was still slumped over the Davadian unconscious.
"What's wrong with Davit," I said.
"Other than he lost his cock and balls, nothing," she said. "They keep the loser unconscious for some time to keep them from going crazy over their loss."
"Oh, my God," I said. "I told Davit I was going to try to take his cock."
"And you did," the woman said.
"But I didn't really mean it," I protested. "I was just teasing him. He told me this was 100% safe. We were just doing this to get free admission."
"Well you got free admission," the woman said. "Your friend, not so much. He wasn't your boyfriend or anything, was he?"
"God no," I said.
"Ah, then no big deal," the women said. "Come on let's get you out of here and back into your clothes."
I liked that idea. We both trotted back to the tunnel as the crowd continued to cheer.
"Hold up the crystal as we run out," the woman said. "The crowd will love it."
I held up the crystal ball with Davit's severed genitals, and the crowd went crazy as we disappeared into the tunnel.
When we got in the tunnel there were eight or nine women there to greet me. All of them were smiling and shaking my hand.
"Been a long time since I've seen a woman do that in a tryout," one of the women said.
"The crowd loves these male/female matches," another woman said. "Especially when they're for a crystal ball."
"Congratulation on your first cock," an older woman said. "Doesn't look like he was very big, but I'm sure you're going to be taking many more."
"We just came here to watch," I said. "Can I watch the tournament now?"
"Absolutely," the older woman said. "Let's get you cleaned up before they start up again."
They showed me to a shower where I could wash all the oil and sweat off my skin. I felt much better when I got out of the shower. I quickly got dressed and checked my hair.
When I stepped out of the dressing room, two big men dressed in black were standing next to the door.
"Mr. Goroyan, the president of the tournament council, has invited you to his private booth," the older woman said. "These men are here to escort you to his booth."
From the appearance of the two men this was not so much an invitation as an order.
"Of course," I said.
I followed one of the men down the tunnel and through some halls. The other man followed behind us. We finally reached and elevator. There were two more big men in black were standing in front of the elevator. The three of us took the elevator directly to some high floor with no stops. When I stepped out we were at the back of a huge lounge overlooking the stadium. One wall was clear and overlooked the stadium. We were obviously very high up.
There were a lot of people in the lounge. There was a bar where drinks were being served in the back. There were big screens all around that showed close-ups of what was going on down below on the floor of the stadium. Three of the screens were mounted high on the clear wall facing the stadium. There were groups of people sitting on couches and chairs in front of each of these big screens.
The guard nodded towards the chairs around the center screen. I walked over to this group of chairs. In the middle of this group was a very fat man sitting on a big stuffed chair. I guessed this must be Mr. Goroyan. There were young women sitting on either side of him and several more young women were standing behind his chair.
"This is Lilit, sir," one the guards in black said.
Mr Goroyan looked up.
"Lilit, come join me here," Mr Goroyan said. "Girls, I need to talk with Lilit here. Go freshen up or something."
The circle of young women around Mr. Goroyan turned around and looked me up and down. I felt their icy stare as they checked me out. They slowly turned and walked to the back of the lounge.
"You can come sit next to me," Mr. Goroyan said. "Don't worry, I'm harmless. The harem is just for show."
I sat down in the chair next to Mr. Goroyan.
"So Lilit, that was quite a performance," Mr. Goroyan said.
"Thank you," I said. "But it was just an accident."
"An accident?" Mr. Goroyan asked.
"We were just trying to get free admission," I said.
"Well, you've got the best seat in the house now," Mr. Goroyan said. "They are going to continue the quarter finals now."
"The quarter finals already?" I said.
"Well you missed the early rounds, and the first two quarter final," Mr. Goroyan said. "But you didn't really miss anything."
There were two big Devadian machines in the middle of the stadium now. The announcer was introducing the first couple. They trotted into the stadium waving to the crowd. The screen showed close ups of the couple. They looked older though in good shape. The man's penis was large and looked pretty hard already. The woman had larger breasts than I did, but they were not as perky.
The announcer now introduced the second pair of contestants. They looked younger as they ran out to the center of the stadium. The man had a buff body with a huge penis. The woman was tall and thin with small breasts, even smaller than mine.
"This team is a new up and comer," Mr. Goroyan said.
I wondered if that was intended as a pun. None of the men standing around laughed, so neither did I.
"I like that guy's looks," I said.
"Yeah, well his partner's not much to look at," Mr Goroyan said. "Too skinny. Maybe you could replace her. That would make a great team."
"I wouldn't want to break up a good team," I said.
"We'll see," Mr. Goroyan said.
The screen was now showing closes ups of the men's penises and the women's clits. Down in the stadium the couples were mounting their Devadians.
With everything ready, the contest began. We were too high up to see much out the window, but on the screens you could see the contestants fighting the Devadian machine. Trying to delay as long as possible to make their orgasm as intense as possible. When they started to cum, the women were squeezing their nipples and arching their backs.
When the couples had finally both collapsed, the scoreboard displayed the results. The young couple had out scored the older couple.
"Your favorite won," Mr. Goroyan said. "What do you think?"
"I like it." I said. "It means I get to see him again in the semis."
"It does indeed," Mr. Goroyan said. "So you and your friend just entered the tryouts to get free admission?"
"Yes, that's what he told me," I said.
"So the two of you were not really thinking of joining the tournaments?" Mr. Goroyan inquired.
"Well I wasn't and I don't think Davit was either," I said.
"Let me tell you Lilit, I think you have a fantastic opportunity here," Mr. Goroyan said.
"I don't know," I said. What I meant was I wasn't interested.
The announcer was now introducing contestants for the next round. The first couple was another older couple. They were both a little soft around the middle and the guy's penis looked rather small. The woman had a slim more mature figure with large dropping breasts.
The second couple was younger and they were both slim. The guy had a large penis, but nothing like the young man that won the first quarterfinal I saw. The woman had larger breasts than I did.
"So which one of these couples is your favorite?" Mr. Goroyan asked.
"I guess the younger couple," I said.
"And why is that?" he asked. "Because he has a larger penis?"
"That's probably it," I said.
"A size queen," Mr. Goroyan said.
The couples had now mounted their Devadians and the contest was ready to start. When the switch was thrown, the couples immediately got that distant look as their attention shifted from the stadium and the cheering crowd to whatever kinky fantasy the Devadian machines had stimulated for them. The women were bouncing up and down on the dildos. The men were thrusting their pelvis forward. The women grabbed their breasts and squeezed their nipples.
I glanced around. All the men seem to have their eyes fixed on the screen showing the two women. Their breasts were bouncing up and down. Then they would grab their nipples and squeeze them tight.
They were obviously cumming now. Thrashing their bodies around and flexing their muscles to intensive their orgasms.
Finally they all collapsed on the Devadians, and the scoreboard showed that the older couple had won this match.
"Your favorite lost this time," Mr. Goroyan said.
"Yeah, well, I'll get to see my real favorite in the semis," I said.
"So you wanted to watch the tournament badly enough to enter the tryouts?" Mr. Goroyan said.
"Davit didn't tell me about the tryouts until we got here," I protested.
"You mean he brought you here to see the tournament and after he got you here, he told you about doing the tryout?" Mr. Goroyan asked.
"Yep, that is pretty much it," I said.
"No wonder you took his cock," Mr. Goroyan said. "He deserved it."
"Well, I don't know if he deserved it," I said. "But he was a jerk."
"Was he a good friend?" Mr. Goroyan asked.
"Barely knew him," I said. "Just met him when I got to Dejain a few days ago."
"I see," Mr. Goroyan said. "I was told you two attended the Devadian party where a young couple got crystallized, as we say here."
"Crystallized?" I said. "That is an interesting way of putting it. Yes, I was at that party."
"And you witness the couple being immortalized in crystal?" Mr. Goroyan asked.
"Yes, I did," I said. "Although Davit immediately started pulling me out the door."
"Well, Davit was wise to get out of there," Mr. Goroyan said. "But not too wise when he challenged you in the tryouts."
"I guess," I said.
"Jullietta's party has created a real mess," Mr. Goroyan said. "It is good the authorities did not get your name as someone who was there."
"I guess Davit was smart about that," I said.
"Yeah, so what happened at the party peaked your interest in seeing a real Cronus Tournament?" Mr. Goroyan asked.
"Well, from when I first heard about cum... er... Cronus Tournaments," I said. "I was fascinated with the idea. Why would people take such a risk."
"You yourself have taken that kind of risk, twice now," Mr. Goroyan said.
"A small risk, yes," I said. "But nothing like the tournament finals. I mean two couples compete, and the loser gets snipped or crystallized or whatever you call it. Wow, that is just so outrageous."
"Ah, so you like the zero tolerance contests," Mr. Goroyan said.
"I would like to watch one," I said. "That's why I came here."
"Well, maybe you can watch more than just one," Mr Goroyan said.
"What do you mean," I said.
"I could simply decree that the semi-finals would be zero tolerance too," Mr. Goroyan said.
"You can do that now?" I said. "The semis are about to start. I don't think the players would like that last minute change."
"I'm sure they wouldn't like it," Mr. Goroyan said. "But they are competitors."
"I don't think it's a good idea," I said.
"Ok, have it your way," Mr. Goroyan said. "But remember I offered you two more crystallized cocks, and you turned it down."
"I think that's best," I said.
"So are you going to be rooting for your favorite to win," Mr. Goroyan said.
"Of course," I said.
"But if he wins the semis, then he has to put that nice big cock you like so much at risk in the finals," Mr. Goroyan said. "How would you feel about that?"
"I would love to see it," I said.
"Even if he lost it?" Mr. Goroyan said.
"Somebody has to lose," I said. "I just think it is outrageous that people put it all on the line that way. I mean wow, it really is winner take all."
"That it is," Mr. Goroyan said.
The announcer was now starting to introduce the couples for the first semi-final match. The first couple was young and good looking. The man had a good solid build and an average size looking penis. The woman was short and curvy with large breasts that hung down slightly.
The second couple was very young looking also. The man was tall and thin. His penis also looked long and thin. The woman was tall and thin, but with breasts that looked larger than mine and bounced as she ran to the center of the stadium.
"Which of these couples is your favorite?" Mr. Goroyan asked.
"Well," I said. "I've always liked tall, thin guys."
"I see," Mr Goroyan said. "So you like length over girth. Interesting, most women claim girth is more important."
"I'm not planning on dating them or something," I said. "It's just the way they look."
It was easier to give thin ones blowjobs too, but I wasn't going to say that.
The couples were now doing the ritual of showing the other couple their genitals. The men waved their penises around. The women stood with the legs spread wide and pulled their lips apart to clearly show their clitoris. The screens all showed freeze frame close- ups of their genitalia.
The couples mounted their Devadian machines and the contest was ready to start. As the Devadian machine launched the couples out of the stadium and into their kinkiest fantasies, they began to hump the machine. I noticed that the men's eyes around me were focused on the bouncing breasts of the two woman contestants. I, of course, could not see the penises, since they were inside the machines. From some of the camera angles I could see the men's butts. The tall skinny guy had a small tight butt. The other man had a larger butt with more muscles.
The short, curvy woman seemed to be ahead of everyone else. She collapsed on her Devadian. There was a loud murmuring of hushed conversations in the lounge.
"She came way to quick," Mr. Goroyan said. "It's going to drag their score down."
I looked at the scoreboard, but it didn't show anything yet.
The others were now in the final throws of their orgasms too. The thin girl was the last to finish. Suddenly the first couples Devadian started flashing red. The crowd started to cheer wildly. I looked at the screens up through the top of the Devadian emerged two crystals globes. The screens quickly showed close- ups of the two globes. The one contained a short, fat penis and balls. The other contained the clitoris and much of the labia lips.
"Your favorite won," Mr. Goroyan said. "And you got to see your first tournament crystallization. What do you think?"
"Wow, that was awesome," I said. "I have never seen anything like it before."
My heart was racing. I had just witnessed an actual cum tournament where a young couple had their genitals snipped off! The winning couple was taking a victory lap around the stadium holding the crystal spheres with loser's penis and clitoris inside. The losing couple was still slumped over their Devadian machine unconscious.
"You see how the couples have to be teams here," Mr. Goroyan said. "And they have to have to be able to perform after very short rest periods. That woman wasn't up to it. She had never been to the semi-finals before, and she let her team down."
"In a rather final way," I said.
The winning couple had now left the stadium, and a group of people where now loading the still unconscious losers onto stretchers to be carried out. The screens showed close-ups of where their genitals use to be. They had been cleanly severed off and the wound cauterized by a high-energy beam. I couldn't imagine what they would feel like when they woke up and realized what had happened.
The Devadian machines were now being pushed out of the stadium to be replaced by a new pair for the second semi-final.
"Now you will get to see your real favorite in action," Mr. Goroyan said.
"I'm looking forward to it," I said.
"Not worried your hero might lose that big member you like so much?" Mr. Goroyan asked.
"I'm just thrilled to see him risking it for us," I said. "I mean it is a lot to risk."
"It is indeed," Mr. Goroyan said with a smile.
The announcer was now introducing the couples. The buff man with the huge penis was trotting out into the stadium. The tall, skinny woman with the very small breasts was trotting behind him. They were both waving to the crowd. The man's penis was not hard yet, and the screens showed close-ups of it swaying back and forth between his legs.
Then the second couple was introduced. They were older and had softer looking figures. The man's penis looked small. The woman had a slim, but more mature figure with large breast that dropped down a bit.
"This second couple is one of the oldest teams on the tournament circuit," Mr. Goroyan said.
"Really," I said. "How long?"
"Must be almost ten years now," Mr. Goroyan said.
"Wow, that is a long time," I said. "Considering that second place is such a bitch."
"They haven't made the semi-finals in a long time," Mr. Goroyan said. "As far as I remember."
"Wow, sort of making a come back," I said.
"Something like that," Mr. Goroyan said.
A very risky come back I thought. After that many years they should just retire.
The couples were now going through the ritual of showing each other their naughty bits, what might get snipped off here if one of the couples did too badly. The screens had close-ups of all of them. My favorites penis looked twice the size of the other man.
The couples mounted their Devadian machines. With everything set, the contest was underway. Both couples were quickly absorbed into their private fantasy worlds. They were straining and struggling to hold back the onslaught of stimulation from the Devadian machines.
The tall, skinny woman with almost no breasts was arching her back and pinching her nipples. The older woman with the large droopy breasts was bouncing up and down, with her breasts flapping. The men were pounding away at the Devadian as if they were doing somebody in the doggie position that guys always like.
As they came, they arched their backs and stretched their muscles to intensive the orgasms. The woman with the droppy breasts pinched her nipples hard as she came. Finally the exhausted contestants all collapsed on their Devadians. No red lights flashed this time, but the scoreboard showed that the younger couple had won.
"Your favorite won again," Mr. Goroyan said.
"Yes he did," I said. "Now I get to see him in the finals."
"Actually, I think you liked both the men in the finals," Mr. Goroyan said. "And one of them is going to by crystallized. What do you think of that?"
My heart was racing at the prospect. The winners were trotting out of the stadium waving to the crowd. The losers were walking dejectedly towards the tunnel too. At least they still had all the equipment to compete another day.
"I think it's crazy," I said. "These two couples are risking it all in this final just for our entertainment. I mean this is what everyone here came to watch, isn't it?"
"Of course," Mr. Goroyan said. "It takes nerves of steel to win a Cronus Tournament. If you get the least bit nervous about it, you're crystallized. There is no room for error in the finals. That is why this is so popular. It harkens back to ancient times."
"You mean when they fought to the death for entertainment?" I asked.
"Yes, this is not as final as death," Mr. Goroyan said.
"I would say not," I said. "We don't do that anymore."
"At least not here," Mr. Goroyan said. "There are the underground Attis Dice games."
"I thought the worse that could happen at Attis Dice was a sort of having it made in-operative instead of snipped off like here," I said.
"In the legal Attis Dice games at the big casinos, yes," Mr. Goroyan. "But there are underground games where they use higher intensity and players sometimes die from that."
"Wow, that sounds insane," I said.
"It is closer to the traditional way the Attis Dice game was played, before the government tried to clean it up for the tourists," Mr. Goroyan said.
"Are Cronus Tournaments a Dejain tradition too?" I asked.
"No, no," Mr. Goroyan said. "Relatively recent development, but I've heard rumors that some of the same people who run the underground Attis Dice games now want to start Cronus Tournaments too."
"Success attracts competitors," I said.
"Yes, but they will compete by making the Cronus Tournament more extreme," Mr. Goroyan said.
"How will they make it more extreme?" I asked. "More zero threshold rounds?"
"Perhaps, but I'm guessing they will also make at least the final round fatal for the loser," Mr. Goroyan said.
"Oh, wow, that is really primitive," I said. "I can't imagine why anyone would enter that tournament."
"You would be surprised," Mr. Goroyan said. "You can't enter the finals thinking you might lose. You have to be supremely confident that you will win. You cannot be worrying about what will happen if you lose. Of course only one of the couples must lose. I suspect many of those crystallized wish they had died."
"I see," I said. "I think."
"So who is going to be your favorite in the finals?" Mr. Goroyan asked. "Mr. Body Builder or Mr. Long Thin?"
"It's a hard choice," I said. "But I guess I'll go with Mr. Body Builder."
"So you wouldn't feel any regret about Long Thin being crystallized?" Mr. Goroyan asked.
"I wouldn't feel any regret about either being er ... crystallized," I said. "It's not like either of them is my boyfriend. They both are risking er ... very fine equipment, and I can't wait to see what happens."
"We will in a few minutes," Mr. Goroyan said. "Let's get something to drink here before the finals."
"Oh, nothing for me," I said. "I'm too excited."
I really was worried what might be in the drinks here. I figured it was better to be safe the sorry.
A woman came and brought more drinks for everyone around except me. Down on the stadium floor they were pushing out the Devadians from the last tournament and pushing in the pair for the finals.
I wondered what the two couples that were about to compete here were thinking? Were they really convinced that there was no way they could lose? Didn't they have at least a little doubt in the back of their mind? Maybe they were supreme optimists, and gave no thought to the possibility of failure. If I were on one of the teams, I would be so scared, I would be certain to lose.
Before the finals started, they introduced some former champions, Titans of the Cronus Tournament they called them. There were a number of them, all apparently retired. Most of them seemed to get big cheers from the crowd. They must have been famous. I guess they had the good sense to quit while they were ahead, rather then wait to finish second.
Suddenly it occurred to me. How did I know that these former champions had not finished second best and been crystallized. Perhaps they had been, but they still came back here anyway. I could ask Mr. Goroyan, but I decided it would be better not to.
Finally, they got to the announcements of the final contestants. The winners of the first semi-finals were introduced. The very young looking, tall, thin man came trotting into the stadium, accompanied by his tall, thin partner with the big bouncy breasts. His cock was hanging down between his legs and swayed back and forth as they ran to the center. The screens showed close-ups of it.
Now the body builder couple was announced. The man looked like a body builder. The woman certainly did not. She was tall and skinny with very small breasts. The screens showed close-ups of his huge cock as he ran into the stadium.
In a few minutes, one of these gorgeous cocks would be separated from its owner, wrapped in crystal and given to its new owner as a trophy! What an insane tournament. These two couples were actually going to do it right before my eyes. My teenage fantasies were about to be realized. My heart was racing.
"You looked excited," Mr. Goroyan said.
"You know it," I said.
The couples were now going through the ritual displaying of the equipment that was at risk. The screens were showing close-ups of the two big penises and the women were spreading their labia lips to show their clitorises.
"One of those penises will be in crystal in a couple of minutes," Mr. Goroyan said.
"I know," I said. "One of the clitorises too."
"Yes indeed," Mr. Goroyan said.
My mind was racing. What must be going through their minds as they mounted the Devadians? For one of these couples, this would be their final ride.
With everything ready, the unseen switch was thrown, and the finals began. All the contestants were fighting to hold back, and delay as long as possible, but I knew from my ride that the Devadian machine quickly overwhelms you and takes to the deepest, darkest corners of your fantasies. It creates such compelling and erotic fantasies, that resistance becomes futile. The physical stimulation could be resisted for some time, but when it is combined with the fantasies, it is hopeless.
The men were thrusting at the Devadian machine like it was a submissive woman. The big buff man was slapping the Devadian as if he were spanking a young woman as he pounded her from the rear. The women with the big bouncy breasts was humping her Devadian dildo with her breasts bouncing to the rhythm. The woman with itty bitty breast was squeezing her nipples and arching her back.
As they got closer to the edge, they fought back harder. Any little bit of extra intensity they could squeeze out might be the margin between a victory lap and the life of a nullified eunuch. The Devadian machines were relentless. They could resist no more, and the orgasms flowed out into their bodies. They twisted and distorted their bodies to add to the intensity. The women both squeezed their nipples very tightly as they trashed around.
Finally, it was over. Both couples collapsed onto their machines. This was the moment. My eyes ran back and forth between the two machines waiting for the red lights to appear on one. It seemed like an eternity, but it was probably just a second or two.
The red lights started flashing on the Devadian with the tall, thin man and the tall woman with the bouncy breasts. The crowd was cheering like crazy. I jumped out of my chair and began to cheer too. The crystal spheres came up through the top of the Devadian. The man's penis was so long, that the sphere looked bigger than I had seen before.
The victorious couple where jumping down off their Devadians. They made straight for their trophies. The tall, thin woman with almost no breasts grabbed the huge sphere with the long thin penis. The buff, body builder took the smaller sphere with the clitoris in it. They started off for their victory lap around the stadium. The body builder was waving his trophy over his head. His thin partner could not really get her bigger trophy up over hers.
"What do you think, Lilit?" Mr. Goroyan asked. "Pretty exciting, huh?"
"You know it," I said.
"You really liked Mr. Body Builder there," Mr. Goroyan said.
"Yes, I do," I said. "But I'm cheering for the losers too. It was their sacrifice that made it a great show."
"How would you like to be the one carrying that huge crystallized trophy around the stadium tonight?" Mr. Goroyan asked.
"Oh I don't think I could ever have the nerves of steel it takes," I said. "This isn't for me."
"Well, if you ever change your mind, let me know," Mr. Goroyan said.
"Ok," I said. "I will."
"Now let's see if there are any challenges," Mr. Goroyan said.
"Oh, yeah," I said. "Davit said something about that."
We waited while they removed the losers from the stadium. The tall thin man looked weird with his penis and balls completely gone. Only a reddish patch of flesh remained where the Devadian machine had cleanly cut it off. The woman did not look as strange, but there was clearly a reddish patch of skin where her clitoris and labia use to be. Their cock and clit would now just be collecting dust in a trophy case.
An announcer had come out to the center of the ring.
"Ladies and gentleman," the announcer said. "May I introduce to you the newest Titans, the new Cronus."
The crowd cheered and Mr. Body Builder held his arms above his head.
"And the new Titaness, Rhea," the announcer said, turning towards the tall, thin woman.
She waved as the crowd cheered.
"I just wish she wasn't so dam skinny," Mr. Goroyan said. "You would make a much better Titaness."
"Thank you," I said. "But not going to happen."
The announcer had some papers and handed one to each of the winning couples.
"These are the lists of Titans of the tournament that they could challenge," Mr. Goroyan said.
"Ok," I said.
The tall, thin woman quickly shook her head and handed the list back. Apparently she had enough for one day, but Mr. Body Builder was still studying the list carefully. He was pointing at a name on the list.
"Ladies and gentleman," the announcer said. "We have a Titans challenge. Cronus will challenge Lilit."
"What!" I said. "That must be some other Lilit, right?"
Mr. Goroyan looked confused.
"How could she be on the list?" he asked one of his assistants.
"Well, she is technically entered into the tournament. It was only a tryout, but it still counts as part of the tournament, and she became a Titan when she crystallized her opponent. So she technically belonged on the list."
"I never signed up for this," I said.
"Oh, but you did," Mr. Goroyan's assistant said. "It is all in the fine print of the contract you signed."
"I guess it is technically true he can challenge you," Mr. Goroyan said. "Very unusual, but technically correct."
"Well, I decline," I said.
There was a long silence in the lounge.
"Actually, you can't decline," Mr. Goroyan said.
"What do you mean I can't decline," I said. "I just did."
"If you decline, then you will have lost the challenge by default," Mr. Goroyan said. "That means you will be crystallized anyway."
"You mean I don't have a choice!" I said.
I stared at Mr. Goroyan.
"I think you can take him, Lilit," Mr. Goroyan said. "He has just cum three times in the last couple hours. You've only cum once a few hours ago. If you can get your fear under control, I know you can take him."
"You are crazy," I said. "He's a professional, I'm an amateur."
"Don't sell yourself short," Mr. Goroyan said. "That was not an amateur performance you gave earlier this afternoon. I'm sure you can take him, if you just keep your composure. I'd bet lots of money on it."
"Yeah," I said. "Well it's not money I'm risking here. Would you bet your cock on me?"
Mr. Goroyan laughed.
"You are a frisky one," Mr. Goroyan said. "I like that. Get downstairs and get ready for the challenge. The sooner it is the less time he has to recover."
As the guards led me back down under the stadium, I was wondering how had I ever let Davit talk me into this? I guess he had gotten his. Now I was going to get my punishment for being so foolish. Couldn't I just trick the guards and run away or something? I was in the middle of the mountains some place. How could I ever get away from here without being caught? I had let my indecent lust get the best of me, and now I was going to be punished for it.
When we reached the dressing area, the same group of women was there.
"Come on, Lilit," one woman said. "We need to get you oiled up. Get undressed in here."
I once again I removed my clothes. A woman came to oil me up.
"You seem nervous," she said as she spread oil over my back.
"Duh ... yeah," I said. "Wouldn't you be?"
"I'm sure you can take him," she said. "He's really spent his wad after the finals. He's a big jerk. All the staff hates him. Everyone wants to see you crystallize him."
"How can you be so sure I can take him," I said.
"Your intensity reading in the tryouts exceeded his reading in the finals," the woman said. "You can take him easily. He's going to be weaker after the finals. Just repeat what you did earlier and you'll take him."
"Really?" I said. "You're sure I scored a higher intensity?"
"I checked the readings earlier," she said. "You outscored him. He's an idiot for trying to challenge you in his condition."
"I'll give it my best shot," I said.
"Ok, all done," the woman said. "You can put the robe on now. It should be just a few minutes."
She left me alone to contemplate my fate. Was I really that good at this? Could I really take this guy? I couldn't bring myself to completely believe it.
The older woman came into the dressing room carrying the headset.
"Everything is just about set up," she said. "Just one last detail, you need to pick a name of one of Titanesses."
"What?" I said.
"It's tradition," she said. "It is a challenge match between a Titan and a Titaness. As the champion of the tournament, he is the Titan Cronus and his partner the Titaness Rhea. So we need to pick one of the five other original Titanesses for you. I would suggest Theia, the mother of the sun and moon."
"Whatever," I said. "Theia it is."
"Ok, everything is just about set up," the woman said. "Just relax. You're going to take him no problem."
She positioned the headset on my forehead and attached the sensors with jelly.
"I'll be back in a minute," she said.
She stepped out of the room. So now I was the mother of the sun and moon. What did that have to do with cum tournaments?
"Ok, let's go, Lilit," the older woman said as she opened the door.
I walked out into the hall with the group of women handlers. I could hear the crowd cheering outside.
"They just introduced Cronus," one of the woman said. "Take off your robe now."
I nodded and handed the robe to one of the women.
"And now ladies and gentleman, our challenger the Titaness Theia."
"Go," one the woman said.
I took a deep breath and trotted out into the stadium again. The crowd cheered wildly. As I looked up around the stadium, I could see close-ups of my modest breasts featured on several of the big screens. At least they were a lot bigger than the Titaness Rhea. They were perky and I could see they bounced nicely as I ran. Whoever was in charge of the screens apparently found my breasts his favorite body part based on his choice of close-ups.
I reached the Devadians in the center and waved to the crowd. I turned to face Mr. Body Builder, now the Titan Cronus. This seemed like a silly ritual, but I spread my legs wide and reached down to parted my labia lips so he could see my clitoris. He was waving his huge cock in circles with his hand.
In previous matches, Mr. Body Builder's cock had been rock hard during the ritual display of equipment. Now it was a little soft. Could it be true that after winning the tournament, he was spent? Or was it just that I wasn't hot enough looking to get him hard? No, that couldn't be. I was way better looking than his skinny partner. Mr. Goroyan had told me so.
Suddenly I realized this was my fantasy. This was the kinky dream the Devadian machine had dug out of the perverted depths of my mind for my ride with Davit. This was the fantasy that had stimulated me to take his cock. The face had been hazy and indistinct in my fantasy, but I recognized the buff body and huge cock. Now it was going to be reality. In my fantasy I had triumphed and saved my clitoris. Could I do that in reality?
I climbed up onto the Devadian. I slipped myself down onto the dildo. The attendant pushed back my labia and slipped the clip over my clitoral hood. This clip was the nasty think that would sever my clitoris, should I fail. I had to try my best to see it didn't. The woman adjusted the clitoris stimulator and ran back towards the tunnel.
This was it, the moment of truth. The dildo started to rotate inside me and the clitoral stimulator began to vibrate. I closed my eyes and began to slowly ride up and down on the dildo. I had to go slowly. I had to make this last as long as I possibly could. I had to make this the best ever or I would never cum again.
I was standing next to the Devadian again, spreading my labia and pointing at my clitoris.
"You want to try and take this boy," I shouted. "I'm going to take your cock. It's going to look good on my mantle."
He waved his huge cock in his hands and laughed.
"Show it off all you want now," I said. "You're going to have to come to my house to look at it again. It is going to be right up there next to my sports trophies."
I really only had one sports trophy. When I was twelve I had been in a children's sports team. We had finished second in the league and everyone got a trophy for it. My mother still had it on her mantle.
We leaped up onto the Devadian. I started grinding my hips into the dildo. He thrust his hips into the Devadian.
"Hey, big boy," I shouted. "It's you're last time. Make the best of it."
I wanted to take it slow. So I just gently bounced up and down on the dildo, grinding my pelvis to push my clitoris into the stimulator. The excitement was building in my groin, but I had to fight it. I had to hold out as long as possible. I arched my back and pushed my pelvis forward into the clitoral stimulator.
I must fight it. I had to take this huge cock as a trophy for my mother's mantle. What would my mother think when I showed her the crystallized cock? I bet she had never seen one this big. She would be so proud that her darling daughter had taken it in competition.
My opponent was grunting and arching his back as he thrust his pelvis into the Devadian machine. In his fantasy was he doing it doggie style with some submissive babe? Me perhaps? In his fantasies. I would never let him take me doggie style. In fact I was going to take his cock so he would not be doing anyone.
Maybe in his fantasy he was taking me in the rear. He would never get the chance for that either. For all I knew he liked men. Maybe he was taking a man in the rear? Or even a sheep? Uhg! I had to take this cock. Its current owner was sick.
He was getting close to cumming. I had to hold out a little longer. The crowd was cheering now. They knew our fate was about to be decided. I knew they wanted to see this champion take another clitoris for his trophy case, but I wasn't going to let him. They were going to see a new champion crowned tonight. The goddess Theia would be the new ruler of the tournament.
I began to gently massage my nipples. They were rock hard. I bounced up and down on the dildo imagining what the huge cock would look like in crystal. I arched my back. There was no holding it back anymore. I squeezed my nipples like I never had before. My finger nails bit into my nipples sending a stabbing pain through my nipples that resonated and amplified the contractions rolling out of my groin. I twisted and turned my body, straining my muscles to make it as intense as possible.
My finger nails bit into my nipples and I arched my back one final time.
"Your cock is mine," I shouted as I collapsed forward on the Devadian and lost conscious.
I was jolted back to my senses by the shaking of arm.
"You did it," the woman said. I could barely understand her over the roar of the crowd in the background.
"What?" I said.
"You did it," she repeated. "You took his cock. You were incredible. The best I have ever seen."
I looked around. The red lights were flashing at the other end of the Devadian. Mr. Body Builder lay slumped over unconscious on it. There was a very large crystal globe sitting on the top of the machine with his cock and balls in it. I had really done it. I had taken the cock of the tournament champion!
I eased myself up off the dildo and climbed down off the Devadian. The women helped me get the crystal globe off the Devadian. It was heavy. Much heavier than Davit's had been. I could carry it, but I couldn't hold it over my head.
"Take a victory lap girl," the woman said. "You've earned it."
I trotted out around the stadium trying to hold the globe as high as I could. The crowd continued to cheer. The big screens showed close-ups of the huge cock in the globe I was carrying.
When I reached the tunnel I turned around and waved to everyone and walked back under the stadium.
The women handlers were waiting there to greet me.
"God, you really did it," the first woman said.
"I didn't think you could do it," another woman said. "But you really showed him."
"And that screaming 'your cock is mine' at the end was the best touch ever," another woman said.
"Wait a minute," I said. "I really said that? It wasn't just my fantasy?"
"You really shouted it," one woman said.
"What else did I shout?" I asked.
"Only that," the older woman said. "When you are riding the Devadian your fantasies and reality can get mixed up in weird ways."
"I'll say," I said. "And what's this about you not thinking I could do it? You all told me I could take him. That my intensity had been higher than his in the finals."
The women looked at each other.
"We made that all up," the older woman said. "You looked kind of down. We were trying to build up your confidence. I didn't really think you had a chance. Goes to show what I know."
That is the story of how I became the Titaness Theia and came back from my five-day Dejain vacation with two crystallized cocks and a lot of prize money. When I finally got back to the hotel room very, very late that night, I hid the globes in my luggage so I didn't have to explain them to Sona. I told her the next morning I won the money gambling.
Now if you are some pervert that likes to watch cum tournament vids and you want to go looking for mine, you won't find it. I suppose from the description here, you could probably find it. At least when you find it, you will not recognize me. They have digitally altered my face in the whole vid so it's not recognizable. Apparently, they do this a lot for players that don't want to be recognized.
Now as you might suspect, I did not really take the crystallized cocks home to mother. She would freak out beyond belief. I keep them in a box in my apartment closet. I have never shown them to anyone. Late at night, when I'm feeling lonely, I will sometimes get the box out. I lay naked on the bed with my legs spread wide. I handle those crystal spheres, while I let my energy pulse super stimulator do its thing on my clitoris. It's nothing like a Devadian machine, but with the stimulator between my legs and the crystallized cocks I won in my hands, I can once again imagine putting my clitoris at risk. Oh how that makes me get off.
Davit and Mr. Body Builder Cronus should be proud to know that their equipment is not gathering dust in a trophy case. They have helped me get off many times. Davit and Mr. Body Builder are not getting any pleasure in return, but that is what winning is all about. They risked it. I won it fair and square.
Liana M
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