Katie smiled as she looked into the camera, “Welcome to the final episode of the web’s most infamous torture porn webcast,
Vintage Lingerie Peril, tonight I’m both your host and all too willing snuff toy Katie.”
Click...
The audience suddenly noticed the chain attached to Katie’s manacled wrists slowly pulled her helplessly bound wrists several
inches higher and ominously closer to the wall of spikes.
A devilish grin appeared on Katie’s face, “Since this is the final episode of Vintage Lingerie Peril I’ve arranged a rather diabolically
inventive audience participation component to tonight’s brutally torturous entertainment. You should take note of the two new additions that have just
appeared below the video window on your browser page, the first a thumbs down symbol, the second a thumbs up symbol. So, in the spirit of
the ancient Roman coliseum games, tonight the audience truly decides my fate. More thumbs down votes and tonight you get to actually watch
me die on these spikes, however if there are more thumbs up votes these wrist restraints will unlock just before the winch controlling the
chain pulls me onto the spikes. And should I manage to survive tonight’s show, our sponsors have graciously agreed to extend my contract and
sponsor the show for a second torturously diabolical season.”
Katie smiled in evil expectation, “So vote soon because in about fifteen minutes the choice between my survival and my agonizing death will
depend entirely upon you.”
Click...
The chain retracted upward pulling Katie’s manacled wrists a few inches higher.
Eighteen minutes later Katie strained to stay on her toes, desperately trying to keep the tall six inch stiletto heels of her vintage shoes
raised well off the floor, but even with her back arched as far as the taut chains pulling her toward the deadly wall of spikes would allow Katie
still felt the cold steel of the spikes pressing against the undersides of her breasts through the satin fabric of her vintage 50’s bullet bra. Katie
knew the next few seconds would decide her fate, the next metallic click she heard could either be the sound of the manacles unlocking from around her
wrists or the winch pulling her onto the spikes, and it all depended upon the whim of her audience.
Click...