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Degrade the Dumbass Part 1
Story by cruel_messx
Posted 3/24/19     1250 views
So, quick back story, over the past couple of years a UMD friend and I have been putting together a story based on the concept of a cruel internet gameshow. It covers mess, humiliation and cruelty. This first part featured a huge amount of work by my good friend OllyQueen, so praise should go to him. I will also post a part 2, which I had a bigger hand in writing.
On Olly's behalf he has asked that I request any ideas or suggestions for a part 3 when you have read both. If you do have any ideas, we only ask that you really grind my face into the depths of degradation. Rub my nose in my own destruction and humiliation. Anyway, on with the show as they say!!

Degrade the Dumbass
"Two minutes to showtime, slutty!" the young intern who had stuck his head round the dressing room said, breezily. Jennifer's stomach did a flip, her heart racing as she tried to meet her own gaze in the mirror. It was all Prime Minister Queen's fault, she told herself for the thousandth time, the stupid old pervert. Why shouldn't a girl be allowed to let her hair down once in a while? There's no harm in going out dancing; flirting with a few boys; maybe even giving them a bit of a show. They way she saw it, God had blessed her with a beautiful pair of 32DDs and it gave her, and everyone else, pleasure to get them out from time to time. There never used to be a law against it. Well actually there did, she corrected herself, but it certainly wasn't as draconian as this one, where 'slutties' were forced to 'win back their dignity' (and their freedom) on national television in a series of degrading and humiliating games. Each game won paid her one freedom token towards her total, which, when reached, would give her her life back. Currently, Jenny had amassed two tokens towards her target of eight. It had taken her ten weeks.

She twirled her auburn hair in ringlets around her fingers, nervously biting her lower lip. Oh God, she hoped she wouldn't get another 'shampooing' again this week, it had taken her three days to get all the lumps out and even longer for the smell.

"C'mon" said the intern, more impatiently this time, "or Prime Minister Queen says he'll add another two tokens to your total." Wouldn't that be typical of him, thought Jenny as she trudged grudgingly from the relative safety of her dressing room into the backstage area, It's not enough that he has to host the damn thing too.

The backstage monitors sprang into life as Jenny waited, showing the title sequence that was being beamed live directly into five million homes nationally. The theme tune was a demented, distorted, nightmarish fairground tune, all wobbling Wurlitzer organ and ghoulish cackles, and signalled the start of the worst hours of her life. Although the tune was only thirty seconds long it produced a Pavlovian response in her, and she felt the familiar tightening of the stomach, sweating palms and racing heartbeat that accompanied the start of every show. The response was so strong, so ingrained in her brain after only a few short weeks, that hearing just a few bars of that pitch-dropped organ could send her into a brainless panic. Around two weeks ago a stranger's phone had caught her off guard in the coffee shop by using it as a ringtone. She had been so shocked that her summer berries smoothie had fallen from her hand and splattered all down the front of her dress in the middle of a busy Costa. Up until then she had managed to keep a low profile but the man, obviously a fan of the show, had outed the messy slut very loudly and she was forced to leave, dripping in cold yoghurt, for fear of causing a riot. She tried not to watch the titles, the visuals were a montage of her past humiliations, tears and tantrums, her 'greatest hits' she thought bitterly, that she did her best to forget, but she couldn't turn off her ears, and the demented jingle continued to taunt her.

The floor manager counted down, mouthing the last numbers silently so as not to be picked up accidentally by the microphones as they want live.
"In five... four... three... ... ."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to... DEGRADE! THE! DUMBASS!" the crowd chanted in unison as the floor lights came up and the camera's swivelled around to catch them.
"Please welcome your host, the Head of Humiliation, the Duke of Degredation, the Prime Minister of Mess, Muck and Manure... the Rt Hon Oliver Queen!" The applause swelled as the handsome, suited and smiling politician stepped into the spotlight, waving.

"And please give a warm welcome to our Dumbass, returning for her eleventh week to win back her dignity... Jenny!" The applause turned to pantomime boos, jeers and hisses as a burly stagehand thrust Jennifer through the curtain and into the bright lights of the enormous studio.
"Slut! Slut! Slut! Slut!" chanted the crowd, who had taken plentiful advantage of the open bar that was afforded to anyone lucky enough to win a ticket to the filming.

Jenny pulled at the hem of her dress out of embarrassment. She had been dressed quite demurely this week, in simple white cotton, although that was unlikely to last. She didn't know why the production company spent so much money on wardrobe as her clothes rarely made it to the first advert break - her breasts had reportedly added another half million viewers - but she was glad of the protection, however thin.

"Yes, welcome to the Degrade the Dumbass. The show where we show sluts the error of their ways through nudity, gunge and humiliation." PM Queen turned to Camera 2 with an insouciant wink, "All for the public good of course."

"We of course welcome our returning Dumbass, Jenny. Did you enjoy your trip to the salon last week, slutty? I like what you've done to your hair."
"Urgh." Jenny could do nothing but roll her eyes as the crowd brayed like donkeys.
"Jenny is, of course, aiming for her freedom total of eight tokens. Remind me how many you've achieved so far?"
Jenny eyed the PM from across the stage. He knew damn well how many she had.
"Two." she mumbled.
"Two?! Two?! Wow, 'dumbass' really is the word isn't it?! Well, don't worry. You'll be glad to know we have a packed show tonight with a total of four tokens to be won. I'm sure even a dumb slut like you can win at least one of them!"
The crowd jeered their agreement as the PM continued.
"But first we need to know where we're going to play our first game. So, it's time to SPIN... THE... RANDOMIZER!"

The crowd cheered as he punched the big red button on its podium that started the randomizer. In reality, it wasn't random, but it signalled the spotlight of each of the 'sets' of the studio. Each area of the studio floor was set-up with different themes, some of them long-running, some that changed week to week, each with their own props, equipment, backgrounds and gunges. Some were used, some not. The randomizer would light up each in turn, providing a teaser of what the game designers had planned for Jenny that week, before settling on the scene decided for her first humiliation of the night.

The twinkling music of the randomizer filled the studio as the lights dimmed and the scenes were illuminated one-by-one. Jenny could see the classroom set, with a dunce cap placed on a chair by the blackboard; the kitchen set, always a favourite; the toilet set urgh, scene of her schoolyard 'bullies'; the fairground set, dunk tank and all; the farmyard set oh God, not the farmyard set; and the prison cell set.

The prison cell set was her most hated and was usually used for 'interrogation' type scenes. Four weeks ago they had spent the entire show in there, Jenny trussed up like a hog while PM Queen had experimented with methods of 'persuasion' to extract her bank account details from her. Slutties were supposed to give up all their savings to pay towards the shows running costs before they could 'win back their dignity' however Jenny had been extremely successful in her old life and an 'old life' it was, she knew things could never return back to normal and had wisely stashed a handy chunk of change offshore, tax-free. She didn't know how they found it probably some pervy cams in her dressing room she thought, but PM Queen had decided to work it into a scene, springing the surprise on her live on air. She had lasted a long time during the 'interrogation', she told herself, but it was the itching powder in her knickers that had finally broken her. Writhing and wriggling in agony, being driven mad by the sweet itch in her crotch and exhausted by her ordeal, she had finally begged for cooling relief and given up her fourteen digits.
It had been the only time she had actually said 'Thank You' to PM Queen and meant it, he often made her 'thank' the volunteers who were sometimes chosen from the audience, but the bliss of her relief had only lasted a few moments as the realisation washed over Jenny that she had just paid over a hundred-thousand pounds to take a cold custard pie to the twat, live on air.

"Uh oh, everyone," mugged PM Queen as the randomizer slowed to a crawl before finally stopping on the bare prison cell, a low metal frame that Jenny knew she was going to be trussed to in the middle of the floor "looks like it's time to say hello to Jenny Jailbird as we go play 'Cockwhore Confessions! Join us after the break!'"

The whirling organ music faded as the floor manager counted them back from break. Jenny could see from the studio monitors that the opening shot was an extreme close-up of her face, she tried not to show the discomfort she was feeling.

"Welcome back to Degrade the Dumbass and our first game, 'Cockwhore Confessions!' Looks like we've got our cockwhore right here ready to confess!"
The camera panned out into medium close-up to reveal Jenny on her elbows and knees, manacled to the frame by her wrists and ankles, a chin rest and collar keeping her head facing out towards the audience and cameras to show off the word COCKWHORE, which had been written in large permanent letters on her forehead. She had been right about her clothes although they were usually removed with more ceremony she had been stripped naked during the break as they restrained her.

The camera circled her prone figure, the audience leering and jeering as the cameraman provided some crowd-pleasing close-ups of her bottom and pussy. She felt like a Christmas turkey, a piece of meat, presented for everyone's enjoyment. No, she thought, more like a cow strapped into one of those milking machines. My big tits hanging down like udders.
"Remember how much fun we had in here last time?"oozed PM Queen.
Jenny grunted, non-committaly, she didn't like where this was going.

"When slutty had her little secret exposed? Well, it turns out slutty has some more secrets up her sleeve, ladies and gentlemen! Well, if she were wearing any, that is."
A long "Ooooooo" reverberated from the crowd as they voiced their displeasure.
"No I don't!" Jenny pleaded "I don't have any idea what you're talking about. Really, I don't!"
"Oh really?" the PM smirked, enjoying his power over the naked slut, feeling it tingle through every nerve fibre in his body. God, he loved his job. "Then I suppose this doesn't look familiar?"
Jenny tried not to give herself away but the little noise of recognition had already left her mouth before she could stifle it. The big screen in front of her showed 'Minnie', her cream 2014 Mini Cooper with red leather interior. She had only bought it a week before her bust and had managed to get a message out to her best friend to go round and move it to a garage out-of-town before the DtD bailiffs had come round to claim her stuff. She had no idea how the PM had found out about it, unless... no, her friends would never rat her out, they were too close.

Nevertheless, there 'Minnie' stood. The PM let out a long whistle, "She's quite a beauty. Air-con, alloy wheels, leather seats, satellite navigation, custom paint job. All for, how much? Twenty-eight thousand pounds?"

"Twenty-eight and a half." muttered Jenny, churlishly, trying not to look at the screen.
"Well, I'm sure you know by now that any slutty's property, assets or holdings belong to DtD limited for the duration of his or her appearance on Degrade the Dumbass. Did your memory of buying this little beauty fall out of that pretty little head of yours?"

Jenny didn't know what to say. "Uh... I, um... didn't..." she spluttered, her mind racing.
"Well, never mind. I'm going to give slutty the chance to win her car back as well as two freedom tokens in this next game. How good is that, ladies and gentlemen?" The crowd 'Ooooooooed' in agreement.

"But first, I'm going to need a volunteer to help me play. Randomizer, choose me a member of the audience!" PM Queen strode over to the big red button on its podium and hit it again. This time the lights blinked on and off over individual audience members, jumping from seat to seat until settling on a stocky man in his early 30s and with a full sleeve of smudgy tattoos down his muscular left arm.

He jumped from his seat, eager to take part in the night's humiliations, and took the seat opposite Jenny offered to him on stage.
"Sir, what's your name and where do you come from?" asked the PM, holding a microphone under the man's nose.
The man grinned, drunkenly and held his thumb up for the camera "My name's Darren and I'm from Newcastle! Why-aye!" he yelled.
Just what I need thought Jenny, a drunken Geordie.
"Well Darren, here's how 'Cockwhore Confessions' works. Cockwhore over there," PM Queen pointed at Jenny, "along with the rest of the audience will see a list of phrases, or 'confessions' one-by-one and all she has to do is read them out for you to guess what they are. Sounds easy right?"
"Aye."

Jenny was silent, she knew it wouldn't be that easy.
"Well, I'm sure it would be, if slutty wasn't wearing these!" The PM pulled two cruel-looking contraptions from under his podium with a flourish. Although Jenny couldn't see what they were initially, the crowd hooted and hollered their approval. As he got closer she could see that they were a clear plastic dental cheek retractor and a pair of nose hooks, anchored with clear fishing line.

Oh no, she thought.

The PM passed behind the slut, out of sight, but quickly the nose hooks were placed into each of her nostrils and the fishing line pulled back over her head and tied off to the metal frame. The action pulled her nose up sharply and squashed it against her face like a fat snout. The tension also made it painful for her to move her top lip down towards her bottom one, and so her mouth hung open unattractively. Hmm thought Jenny, in a strange moment of calm turns out I'm more of a pig.

Next to go on was the cheek retractor. Used by dentists to keep a forced smile for long periods, the semi circle of plastic was pinched together before being placed in front of Jenny's teeth. As it expanded back out to its full size, its ergonomic design pushed Jenny's cheeks apart, over her teeth and gums, making it impossible to move her lips in any direction and giving her a distorted, toothy grin.

"Okay slutty, let's have a 'testing, one-two' from you" said the PM, slapping Jenny's bottom to get her started.
"Aaaaa! Esh-ing, un-oo!" she squealed. It really was incredibly difficult to move her mouth in any direction.
"You'll have to better than that," the PM dripped with gleeful menace "after all, if you don't get them all in a minute your car goes in... THE CRUSHER!"
Jenny's eyes widened as the camera panned back from her car to reveal a huge, chomping, squealing, fire-belching machine at the end of a conveyer belt. Her beautiful, treasured car would be inching towards the grinding gears as they played.
"Nnggoooooo!" she whined, pitifully.

"And Darren, we haven't forgotten about you. If you get all of the answers correct, you'll win a cool thousand pounds."
"From slutty's appearance fee of course" he added, to a ripple of laughter. "So, to clarify, win and slutty gets two tokens towards her freedom, keeps her car safe and Darren takes home a thousand pounds. Everyone's happy. Lose and it's bye-bye tokens, bye-bye money, bye-bye car and 'hello forfeit'" Jenny shuddered in her shackles, she did not enjoy forfeits.
"OK, the category is 'Things a Prostitute Might Say' so I'm sure you won't have a problem Jennifer." She hated it when he used her full name. "In three... two... one... Go!"
A klaxon sounded and, in front of Jenny, her car began to move, accompanied by the first of her phrases overlaid on the screen, CUM ON MY TITS.

I'm not going to let them take my car.

"Umm ohn gah hiks" she tried. The cheek retractors made it impossible to pull her lips together for the 'M's or to move her jaw for the 'T's.
"You what, pet?"
"Uhm ohn gaa hiks" she tried again, trying to make herself heard over the riotous laughter at her predicament. "Gah kiks!" she tried to motion downwards with her eyes, swinging her big udders as best she could in the hope of triggering a single synaptic connection in that alcohol-fogged brain.

"Uhm. Ong. Gah. Hiks." Slower now, more wobbling.
"Cum on my tits?" Darren hazarded. A 'bing' sound effect signalled a correct answer and a new phrase on screen, FUCK ME IN THE ARSE. Jenny's car looked to already be a quarter of the way down the track, how could that be?
"Uuuuuuu uck ee ing uh erss!" she garbled.

"Suck me big fat arms?" Darren scratched his head. Oh God he can't be this stupid thought Jenny.
"UH ERSS! UCK EE ING UH ERSS!" she did her best to fling her head back to add punctuation to each word while wiggling her bare bottom as much as the cruel metal restraints allowed. She was starting to drool uncontrollably, and this meant that long strands of thick slobber were dangling from her mouth and flicking onto her face and tits with each movement, to hysterical reactions from the live audience.

"Ohhh, fuck you up the arse?"
Near enough; another 'bing' and a new phrase. Minnie the Mini was more than half way down the track now, Jenny struggled to tear her eyes away from the screen and the words I'M A DIRTY FUCKING SLUT.

"Aah a gurrky uhggig cccluh! Aah a gurrky uhggig cccluh!" My poor car she thought and small tears of frustration began to prick her eyes as she looked back to see Minnie only yards from the crusher's doors. Darren's face remained blank.
"AAH A GURRKY UHGGIG CCCLUH! AAH A GURRKY UHGGIG CCCLUH!" she shouted, over the paroxysms of laughter from the audience.

"AAH A GURRKY UHGGIG CCCLUH!" Jenny tried to mime licking the tip of a penis with her tongue, the only part of her body she could move freely, but the sight of a naked, manacled slut waggling her tongue frantically through cheek retractors and a nose hook only brought the levels of laughter to new, shrieking heights. Why doesn't he understand I'm a dirty fucking slut? she despaired, the tears now streaming down her face as the sixty-second counter ticked over to two, one, and then to zero.

Another klaxon sounded, harshly. BRRZZZZZZ! Jenny's face slumped around her artificial grin in defeat.

"Oh, dear. So close Jenny and Darren," said PM Queen, his voice dripping with sarcasm "the answer was, of course, 'I'm a dirty fucking slut' but then, we all knew that already didn't we Jennifer?"

The audience laughed again. Darren looked furious, "Useless fucking hoo-er" he muttered. That's so unfair thought a dejected Jenny, These things in my mouth and nose are so painful and awkward, I tried my best, that's my car on the line!

"Yes, of course that means no freedom tokens for Jenny, no reprieve for poor Minnie the Mini, and no cash prize for you I'm afraid, Darren. But don't worry, ladies and gentlemen, we have a consolation prize. Darren, how would you like to administer slutty's forfeit personally?
Darren brightened up immediately, "Why-aye man, canny!"

Jenny's restraints were adjusted so she was now standing, legs apart, still bent forward over the main frame, her bottom in the air and wheeled towards the entrance of a large Perspex tank, covered on all sides by a curtain. Her frame clicked into place in a set of tracks that led under the curtain of the opening, into the darkness of the tank. She shifted uncomfortably in this new arrangement, the impending loss of her car temporarily forgotten.

"Well ladies and gentlemen, we've all heard this cockwhore confess right?"
"YES!" the audience cheered, lustily.
"That she's a dirty fucking slut?"
"YES!"
"Then I think it's about time she cleaned her act up in... THE SLUT WASH!"

The curtains were whipped back dramatically and a cacophony of whirrs, clanks, squeaks and splats greeted Jenny as her eyes widened in horror. The contraption was a swirling maelstrom of jets, sponges and brushes, whipping and whirling streams of gunge, cold water and soapy suds into a slimy storm. Powerful fountains of goo spurted rhythmically in time with the mechanical movement, in and out, swirling and twirling, of instruments designed to scrub Jenny 'clean' from head to toe and in all her most intimate areas. The audience guffawed as the screens around the studio showed Jenny's bottom pucker involuntarily with fear. She whimpered, pathetically.

"Darren!" shouted PM Queen, easing into full-on ringmaster mode "This stupid slut just cost you a thousand pounds and couldn't even save herself doing it! She totally deserves everything she gets! It's time for our entertainment, her forfeit, and your revenge so show no mercy, pull that lever and DEGRADE THE DUMBASS!"

Jenny's protestations went unheard under the roar of the crowd as Darren pulled the lever, engaging the rollers on the track and sending the machinery whirring into overdrive. Noooooooooooooo, she squealed, as her face began to inch jerkily towards a falling curtain of thick white foam, her first station on this train-ride of humiliation.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see the monitor that showed the TV feed rearrange itself into a three-shot split screen: a main camera shot to follow her through the Slut Wash, one using a small camera attached to the frame above her which would capture all her deliciously agonized expressions as well as a view of her jiggling juggs, and another positioned at her rear for an unimpeded view of her bottom and slutty pussy.

"oooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOH..." the crowd's chanting rose as the tip of her nose quivered millimetres away from the opaque curtain before reaching a crescendo, "AYYYY!", as her face disappeared under the waterfall of foam with a splatter. As she continued on through, it slopped its way down her back before eliciting another cheer as it covered her bottom, her little pink pussy the last to disappear under the curtain.

Jenny was now inside the bowels of the malevolent machine, her tracks came to a temporary stop and she waited, eyes darting from side-to-side for her next humiliation to come.
She needn't have bothered.
SMACK!
"Aaah!" Jenny squealed as a large leather paddle stung the cheeks of her bottom.
SLAP!
"AAAaah!" Another, from the opposite direction this time. Outside the structure Darren was turning a handle on the machinery smoothly, his face pressed to the Perspex walls to watch his handiwork. Oh God thought Jenny he's controlling my spankings!

Sure enough, the faster Darren turned, the more powerful and regular slutty's spankings became, until camera number three showed a beautiful pair of rosy pink orbs, glowing with warmth, as thousands of men and women at home in their living rooms unzipped their trousers, greedily. However, slutty was having no such fun.

"Oops, Darren. Those cheeks look a little too hot, best cool them down."
PTANG! SPLATT!
Urgh! Jenny winced. She couldn't see but she guessed, correctly, that the next lever had been a catapult that had launched a custard pie into her bottom. Although she grudgingly appreciated its coolness on her raw cheeks, what she didn't appreciate was its unerring accuracy and, as well as splattering cream and custard all over her behind, she could feel a small amount oozing slowly down her crack and out of her hole. So disgusting she moaned to herself and all on camera too!
PTANG! SPLATT!

Another catapult sprung into life, this time splattering a pie deep into her face. Unable to move, Jenny waited for the sloppy pie to slide slowly off her stupid face. The track clunked into life again and on she went, deeper into the Slut Wash, dripping cream and custard behind her.
The inside of the machine was full of dark corners, loud noises and flashing lights designed to disorientate, like some demented fairground ghost train ride. However, as Jenny rounded a corner into a long straight corridor, she could clearly see Darren and PM Queen on either side of the structure ahead of her. Each was manning a turret built into the sides of the corridor and grinning widely; Jenny was drawing helplessly towards them, face first.

"I must say, that slut's got a pretty dirty mouth, eh Darren? All those dirty confessions she made?"
"Aye!"
"What's say we give it a good scrubbing?!"
SQUIRRRRRTT! SSPLOOOSSHH!
Pulling their triggers simultaneously, Jenny's face was bombarded in both directions by a stream of cold water and another of... ergh, is that... washing-up liquid?! Indeed, green, translucent slime arced from Darren's turret gun all over Jenny's face, along with powerful cold showers of water from PM Queen. Still unable to close her mouth, both men were obviously aiming for her gaping maw and having real success in doing so.

GLUB! BLUB! PFFT!

Jenny spluttered and gagged at the soapy taste as the two streams mingled, filling her mouth and throat with frothing, foaming, soapy suds that dripped from her chin like a rabid dog. The slimy strings splattered over her face and dangling tits, dribbling down her chest and off the points of her nipples. When will it stop! she blubbered, as her tormentors aim became even more accurate with her drawing closer still, her whole head almost completely engulfed by suds.
"Don't forget her pussy!" shouted PM Queen as she finally passed by the two of them. They swivelled their turrets, and Jenny was treated to the indignity of a thorough pressure washing of her helpless cunny as she slowly exited, gagging, spitting, dribbling and drooling her mouth free of the disgusting mess.

Some more gentle bubbles, soft brushes and squirts of cold water kept her on her toes for a little while as she made her way through the diabolical machine. Nozzles and spinning brushes would jump out at her, making her squeal in terror before discovering they were harmless, and simply blew soap bubbles, or caressed and tickled her bare skin gently, adding to her disorientation before she stopped again. What now?

SPLLRRRRRTTTT! PLRRRRRRRPPP!

Without warning, six strong jets of cold, thick, lurid, lumpy green slime sprayed Jenny's naked body from all angles. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwww she winced, nearly disappearing under the coating of horrid gunk. Again, no detail had been over-looked in ensuring her discomfort and each nozzle was precisely aimed for maximum coverage and humiliation. One on top of her head to ensure a slow, slimy covering of her face; one splattering her back; two aimed with a slow, slight rotation at her chest, to ensuring a constant jiggling of her big tits and playing with her nipples; one at her rosy red bottom; and the final jet of slime aimed with laser-like precision between her legs.

The jets seemed to be never-ending, waves and waves of shiny slop rolling over Jenny's body like a perpetual waterfall, slurping and sliming and slopping over her bare skin.
Despite herself, despite her position, despite all the nationwide humiliation and degradation live on TV, Jenny could feel her pussy start to tingle with the constant attention of the slime-jet between her legs. She had used the water pressure of her showerhead at home many times in a similar way and found herself readjusting unconsciously, finding a new angle for the slime to hit her sweet-spot . No she stopped herself not on live TV, that's just what the bastards want .I'm in control of my own body, they can't take that away from me. I'm not going to cum.

Although, the insistent pressure on her clit continued, I've suffered more than enough over the last ten weeks. Maybe I deserve to take a little pleasure away from this, to screw with them. I'm certainly... oh God, she shivered I can feel an orgasm building.
Jenny had little choice in the matter, with the jets of slime mercilessly pounding her pussy, and she began to give herself over to the delicious feelings rising in her whole body, circling her hips as best she could to feel the gorgeous, terrible fingers of slime massage every inch of her pussy. Ummmmmmmmmmm, she moaned, as her fingers and toes curled with pleasure.

As quickly as the jets started their attack, they stopped. Jenny screamed with frustration URRRRRGGGGHHH! She had been so close.

"Whoops, ladies and gentleman. Looks like slutty was enjoying that a little too much just now. Let's see if this takes the edge off!"
SPPPLLOOOSSSHHH!

Jenny jumped and squealed with shock as the jets of gunge were replaced with ice-cold water, instantly jolting her out of the warm embrace of pleasure she had been drifting into. Her nipples tightened in response to the sudden change in temperature.

"That seems more like it!" grinned PM Queen as Darren pulled yet another lever and slutty watched half a dozen rollers, brushes and sponges surround her on metal armatures. There was a moment to allow the studio audience and viewers at home to enjoy the terror on Jenny's face before all of them descended together on her naked body.

For what seemed like an eternity Jenny squealed and suffered through cold soakings and rough scrubbings of every inch of her body. Spluttering helplessly into the spinning brush that buffed her face and flung water up her piggy nose; trying helplessly to cover her vulnerable ribs and armpits from the long, stiff brushes that tickled her painfully and mercilessly from either side; grunting like an animal at the small, shaped sponges that stimulated her desperately needy pussy and arsehole. Her senses were in overdrive, pleasure and pain mingling into one, filling her down to every finger and toe; humiliation and degradation had short-circuited her brain; she was now a gibbering mess whose world had shrunk to the messages she was receiving from her pussy in the midst of this messy maelstrom and God she was sooooooo clooooooossssse...

BZZZZZZTTTTT! The klaxon sounded again, shutting off the hoses and halting the spinning of the brushes instantly.
Noooooooooooooo! screamed Jenny in frustration, Nooooooooooo, just five more seconds! Five more, pppllllleeaassee!

Her pussy ached agonizingly for attention as the tracks led her out of a final air-drying and back into the studio, before finally stopping in front of a grinning PM Queen. Her hair was a wet, tousled mess, her beautiful soft auburn waves unrecognizable; her make-up was streaked across her face around her permanent, incongruous smile like some demented clown; her body ached and shivered and her mouth still hung open as gentle drips and plops of droplets of soapy gunge onto the studio floor punctuated the silence.

God damn him, thought a thoroughly defeated Jenny. He had not only taken everything from her her possessions, her clothes, her dignity but he had toyed with her, taken her so close to the ultimate humiliation, making her totally, absolutely and desperately want it before snatching it away again at the last second, exposing her as the pathetic slut everyone knew that she was. She would have given anything to cum, for those brief few seconds of ecstasy, and PM Queen knew it. Jenny hung her head in shame.

"Wow, what a ride eh, ladies and gentlemen? And I'm not just talking about slutty here!" PM Queen slapped Jenny's bottom as part of the joke. "But we like to pride on top quality service here on Degrade the Dumbass, and after every car goes through a car wash, you need to give it a good polish to finish things off."

Slutty watched in a daze as PM Queen snapped on a white latex glove and applied clear lube to his digits from a small bottle.

"And the same is true for sluts, right Jennifer?"
Oooooooooooh, please no! PM Queen slipped his hand between Jenny's legs and traced her throbbing clit with the silky latex, pushing his fingers smoothly inside her. Oh Godddd, I can't take this anymore Jenny panicked as his expert touch reignited the warm, orgasmic embers inside her, Not in front of everyone, please! I'm going to c-c, I'm going to c-c-c, Oh God I'm cu...
"Oh, 'car', that reminds me! I completely forgot!" PM Queen slapped his forehead in mock forgetfulness. "Darren, do the honours won't you?"

Jenny looked up at the giant screen in a daze. The car! She had forgotten about the car! Poor Minnie the Mini dangled over a precipice, the gnashing teeth of the crusher's gears chomping away below in an ugly display of mechanical power.

Darren pulled the bright red lever by the side of the screen.

"GNNGGOOOOOOOO!" Jenny wailed through her painful, plastic grin over the sounds of breaking glass and grinding metal. Her bonnet buckled and crumpled like tinfoil, her windshield exploded into dust, and PM Queen slid his fingers deeper into her. He's going to bring me off to this! Jenny realised with horror, a wash of conflicting emotions overwhelming her. She tried to concentrate on the feeling building inside of her and ignore the sight of her beloved car being obliterated in front of her. Two loud pops signalled her two front tyres being lost to the crusher. Fuck him! Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him! She pushed back, rotating her hips on his fingers, feeling like a dam about to burst, head swimming, heart pounding, toes curling. Just a little furrrrrther...

With a final rusty roar, like some ancient creature in pain, the last of Minnie the Mini was consumed by the crusher and, with a loud, lusty cry like some wild animal caught between agony and ecstasy, Jenny finally gave her body over to a deep, powerful orgasm that thundered through her body like a tidal wave. The crowd cheered drunken hurrahs as her pussy contracted around PM Queen's fingers; like a popped champagne cork, her juices surged out of her, over his hand, and onto the floor at her feet. Her eyes rolled back with a deep, guttural moan as she lost herself, wallowing in the sensations like a pig in muck.

She exhaled, long, slow and low.

"Wow, that certainly was fun wasn't it, ladies and gentlemen?" PM Queen slid his fingers out of Jenny's pussy and strolled nonchalantly round to the front of the frame, his smooth, effortlessly stylish presence contrasting with the glazed-over expression of an utterly broken slut.
"Did you enjoy it, slutty?" Casually, without even looking at her, PM Queen thrust the first two fingers of his still-gloved hand roughly under the slut's nose, letting her smell and taste her own stink. Jenny barely registered this new humiliation beyond a small, pathetic blub, still completely lost in her newly-submissive state.

"Ooops, looks like we've broken poor Jennifer. We may need a week to get her back but don't worry, we'll take good care of her." The audience laughed as PM Queen jerked his thumb to small cage, big enough only for a human, a small toilet and a dog bowl on the floor.
"We'll use a new, different slutty for the rest of tonight's show while Jenny recovers, so all that remains is for you to thank Darren, Jenny. Say 'thank you Darren'!" He slapped Jenny's bottom to rouse her from her stupor.

"hic!" A small bubble escaped from Jenny's soapy mouth and floated away and she sunk back into a distant trance.
"Heh, I suppose that's close enough. Join us again next week to see Jenny back in action when we DEGRADE! THE! DUMBASS!"
*pop!*


Hope you all enjoyed that! I will be uploading Part 2 shortly, which increases the cruelty factor massively, so if easily offended, I would suggest cuation before reading.
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Mackod:
4/3/19
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Hi both - Just to thank you so much for this. It's original, erotic and downright amazing! I was lucky enough to have a preview, but this is so SO much better. Thank you for your efforts and sharing, Mack
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