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. This post is part 2, which I had a bigger hand in writing. This increases the cruelty factor massively, so if easily offended, I would suggest cuation before reading.

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 rest of the show as they say!!



'LAAAAAADIIIIIIIIIESSSS AAAAAAAAAND GEEEENTLEMEEEEEEEN'
PM Queen called out.
Jenny could hear him loud and clear from her uncomfortable position backstage. She was strapped into what looked like an old barber's chair. Her ankles and wrists tied down with tight leather straps. She was completely naked and exposed, and felt truly disgusting having not had a shower in just over a week now.
She had spent the past week, since her previous appearance on this horrific, evil show locked in a cramped room, with just a bed and a toilet. No entertainment and nothing to do. Twice a day a plate of slop was slid under the door, but that tasted as bad as it smelled.
She had been left naked for the entire time, a camera up in the corner of the room following her every move. She knew fine that hundreds of people online were watching a live feed of her, but after two days she had stopped caring. Let them look, perverts.

PM Queen's voice reached her once again from the stage floor where he was addressing another loud and excited audience.
'Welcome once more to the cruellest show on the internet'
at this point the audience joined in, chanting together
'DEGRADE. THE. DUMBASS'
They clapped and cheered like crazy, whooping and hollering with delight.
'Animals' thought Jenny to herself. 'Cruel, sadistic animals'.

'As you all know' continued PM Queen 'last week saw the arrival of our newest, and dare I say it, most entertaining contestant yet, the wonderful, delightful JEEENNNYYYYYYY!!!!!'
The crowd went wild again, even louder and crazier than before. Many of them now standing up to cheer and clap. The chair that Jenny was fastened to lurched forward on a track, and she was brought out onto the stage floor next to PM Queen.
The crowds cheers turned to laughter as they got a good look at the dishevelled and dirty girl in front of them. The huge screen behind her was showing a close up of her dirty tear stained face, and tangled, matted, greasy hair.
'Now,' grinned PM Queen ' as you all know we do love to give our victi... sorry, I mean contestants on this show a lovely little nickname to show them how much we love them! We had a vote around the office here, and due to the size of her massive tits we have gone for... wait for it....
JENNNNYYY JUUUUUUUGS!!!!!'
The crowd erupted in even greater laughter than before. Many of them started to chant 'JENNY JUGGS. JENNY JUGGS. JENNY JUGGS'
PM Queen stepped closer to Jenny, leering at her as he loomed over her. 'Hold still my dear...well, not that you have much choice haha.'
He pulled a black marker pen from his jacket pocket and began to write on her forehead, the pen was rough and scratchy on her skin. He clearly didn't care if it hurt.
'There' he said, as he finished. 'Much better'.
Her chair spun round so that she was now facing the huge screen and could see what he had done. Across her forehead, in thick, black marker was written JENNY JUGGS.
She closed her eyes, and sighed. It was humiliating, yes, but hardly the worst that had happened so far. She could still see the crushed, smouldering wreckage of her car in the corner of the studio, leftover from her losing last week's game.

'Now then' said PM Queen, 'I think we all want to get to know Miss Juggs a little better, hmm?'
The crowd shouted their agreement.
'Tell me my dear, what would you say is your best feature? What is your favourite thing about yourself?'
Jenny stared at him. Was this all? After the torment of last week was this week really just about answering a few questions? Sure, she was still naked in front of this huge audience, but this was going to be so much easier than she thought!!
'My hair' she replied. 'I love my long, shiny hair. I take pride in making sure it looks good...well, I did before all this started.' She couldn't see it, but she knew how awful her hair looked right now, a greasy, tangled mess.
PM Queen smiled. He reached down and casually flicked her right nipple, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Jenny winced from the stinging sensation as he did so.
'Ahh, your hair. Yes, I do recall how nice that looked before you joined us here.' Well, Miss Juggs, do we have a surprise for you!! A special, exclusive Degrade the Dumbass hair salon treatment by our very own Krrrrrrrazzzzzzzyyy Klown!!'
Loud music began playing, and bright, flashing lights started to go off all across the stage floor. From backstage a heavily made up clown appeared, and started to run around. He would go right up to the audience and give them a grin, and a wave, then move on to the next section.
Finally he headed back to where Jenny was fastened in her chair. He disappeared behind her for a second, and the next thing she knew she was completely blind, and hit with an overpowering smell of coconut.
'Oh dear' laughed PM Queen,' it looks like Krazy decided he didn't like the look of her face and hit poor Jenny Juggs with a thick, coconut cream pie.'
She couldn't see a thing, and couldn't even lift her hands to wipe her eyes, but it was just a pie. Still not the worst that had happened to her on this awful show.
'Ok Krazy,' PM Queen said, ' It's time to do your thing.

She had no idea what was going on, but she could hear a snipping sound right next to her left ear, just for a few seconds, then it disappeared. Back for a few seconds, closer to her face, and then gone again.

The next thing she felt was hands all over her hair. Surprisingly soft and gentle as they moved across and caressed her locks. It was the first time in over a week that she had actually felt relaxed. The feeling lasted for a few minutes, before she was snapped back to reality with another pie to the face. This one brought with it the strong smell of banana.

'OK' said PM Queen 'everyone say goodbye to good ol' Krazy. I'm sure he will be back soon.'
The crowd were laughing hysterically but she heard a good few say 'bye bye' to the clown.
'Right, lets get you cleaned up Miss Juggs, these people all want to see your face.'
He produced a towel and roughly began to clean her face, wiping away the pie cream with not an ounce of care. The rowel was old, worn and coarse, and not at all pleasant on her skin.

The crowd's laughter was growing louder and crueler, and Jenny felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. They had to be laughing at SOMETHING, but she had absolutely no clue what it could be.

PM Queen quickly spun the chair around so that she was once again facing the huge screen, and Jenny's mouth immediately fell open in shock, much to the amusement of both PM Queen and the cruel crowd. She immediately knew what the sound like tearing paper had been. The entire left hand side of her hair had been cut. Not neatly or tidily, but an inch here, three inches there, four inches here and there. It was an unsightly mess, as was her fringe. That was completely squint, with the left half completely gone, and the right side untouched.

This wasn't the worst of it though, the worst thing was the COLOUR!! One half had been dyed bright red with black spots here and there, the other half was bright blue with pink stripes, and she was FURIOUS!!!
'How could you' she screamed. 'My hair, my beautiful hair!!! You've ruined it. I swear to god, when I get out of this chair...'
SLAP!
PM Queen gave her one single slap across her face, not too hard, but hard enough to shut her up.
'ENOUGH' he said loudly. 'We wont tolerate that sort of talk on this show. You are here to entertain these wonderful people' he gestured towards the crowd, 'and that is what will happen.'

Tears stung her eyes. A mixture of shock at the slap, but mostly at seeing her hair in such a terrible state of ruin. Her favourite thing about herself, and they had taken even that away from her.

'Now' said PM Queen, the anger immediately gone from his voice, and the usual cheery host voice coming back immediatel, 'it's time for tonight's main event.'
Jenny stared at him in shock and horror. Main event?! So this wasn't all they were going to do to her tonight?! PM Queen saw the look on her face, and grinned.
'Oh yes Miss Juggs, there is more to come. You might consider the past 15 minutes to have been a simple appetiser before the delicious' he savoured that word 'main course.'
The crowd cheered as Jenny swallowed hard, readying herself for whatever torment was coming her way.

There was a brief interlude, during which time her chair brought her back behind the stage floor. The crew were all rushing about doing whatever they were doing, but acted like she didn't exist. She could see PM Queen enjoying a drink of water as she chatted to a couple of the crew members, and she tried to get the attention of anybody to ask if she too could please have a drink, but they ignored her.

Eventually the lights came back up, the music started and PM Queen went back out to the stage floor to get the show going again.
After his usual introduction her chair once again brought Jenny out to the front in full view of the audience.
'Doesn't she look great with her new hairstyle' he grinned. The audience cheered and laughed, mocking her with more chants of JENNY JUGGS, JENNY JUGGS.
She had finally stopped crying from what they had done to her hair, but the hatred she felt for every single person involved in this wicked event was only growing.

'Now' said PM Queen 'I am sure you are all wondering what this is.' He pointed to an enormous green cube that had been put together during the interval. It really was huge.
'This will be where out entertainment tonight takes place. Inside this cube is an enormous maze. When I say enormous, I really mean it. It is the same size as a full size football pitch!!'
The crowd ooohed and aahhhed.
'Miss Juggs task tonight is quite simple, get from the start to the end of the maze. Well, I say simple, but there are a couple of tricky additions.'
The crowd giggled. They loved how PM Queen tormented her.
'The maze is built from a series of tunnels, so our lovely Jenny Juggs will have to crawl through the maze rather than run. There may also be a nasty surprise or two waiting for her inside!'
More chuckling from the audience.
'Also, she wont be the only one running the maze. We have also built a copy of the maze. The exact same in layout, but much, much smaller. You see Jenny Juggs, you will be in a race tonight, against this pretty lady.'
On the huge screen live footage of a rat in a cage appeared. It was scurrying about, sniffing its bed and nibbling some food. The crowd all together gave out an 'awwwwwww' sound as they watched the rat.

'Ok Jenny Juggs,' PM Queen continued 'You will be racing against this cute little rat. First to the end wins.'
Of course, you are probably wondering just what you win aren't you? Well, it's quite simple. If you win, you can go home. You can have a shower, put some clothes on, sleep in your own bed. Wouldn't that be lovely?'
Jenny nodded, excited at the prospect of getting out of this hell-hole. She could beat a stupid rat, no problem.
'Of course, if our lovely rat friend wins the race she too wins a prize. And I think it only fair that she be playing for the same prize as you, right Jenny Juggs?'

Jenny looked confused, no idea what he meant.
'I can see you are confused, so let me explain. While you have been locked away over the past week we let ourselves into your flat. Lovely little place, I must say. Anyway, we emptied out your wardrobe and all of your drawers of clothes, and brought them here.'
The image on the screen changed once again, showing an enormous warehouse with rows and rows and rows of clothing hanging on lines. Skirts, tops, dresses, bras, panties, even shoes. Jenny recognised every piece. They had literally cleared out her room of clothing.
She tried to speak, but fear was causing the words to catch in her throat. 'Uhhhhh...buuuhhhh.'
PM Queen laughed, 'oh dear, cat got your tongue? Or maybe rather rat got your tongue?!'
The crowd laughed like this was the funniest thing they had ever heard.
'Anyway,' he continued 'under all of these lovely clothes is an enormous shredder. If our cute little rat friend wins the race, then we shred the lot, and I really do mean the whole lot, and turn it into the comfiest, softest rat bedding.'

The shocked expression on her face grew, her jaw about ready to hit the floor in horror at how anyone could be this cruel to anybody. Tears began to fill her eyes again, but she held them back determined not to give the bastard the satisfaction. She could win this. She could beat a stupid rat and get out of here.

'Also', PM Queen continued if you lose then the lovely little rat will be given your flat. Her and her family of little rat babies will be let loose to roam in your home as they see fit.' He gave her the most evil grin she had ever seen.

'Y-you c-can't dooooo this to me!!' Jenny wailed.

'Oh my dear, we can, and we will if you lose. It is surely only fair that you and this beautiful rat are playing for the same prize after all. Jenny Jugg's clothing and her home.'

The crowd went nuts, whooping, cheering, laughing, clapping, cheering and jeering.
Jenny's stomach was churning from a mix of fear, nerves and anger. She HAD to win this, she told herself. No way could she lose!

The straps holding her to the chair were released and PM Queen pushed her to her knees in front of the giant cube. She could see now how the maze worked. It was a large tube, maybe 4 feet wide and there was no way she could stand up in it. She would have to crawl through to find her way out.

'Now' said PM Queen, addressing the audience, I am sure a lot of you are concerned about not being able to see what is happening inside, but fear not!! We have that covered.'
He held up a toy,remote controlled car.
'Attached to this car' he continued, 'is a Go-Pro camera. One of our most skilled camera operators will be operating this as Missy Juggs here makes her way through the maze. You will be pleased to hear we will be getting a front row seat to all the action!'

The crowd cheered and whooped at this news, excited to get the fun started.

'ALRIIIIGHT' shouted PM Queen, 'Enough time wasting. Let's get this party started!!!'
The usual cheers and laughs followed this. PM Queen leant down next to Jenny and started a countdown..... '3'........ '2'........... '1' SLAP!
He smacked Jenny's bottom so hard that she fell forward onto the floor.
PM Queen laughed, 'Better hurry Juggsy, our lovely rat just started her run from the other side.'
Jenny gasped, and crawled quickly into the tunnel, forcing herself on to try and win this cruel competition.

Outside, the audience were howling with laughter. They could see a close up of her big, wobbly bottom as she crawled forward. The camera operator would zoom in and out so it was sometimes a more extreme closeup right on her pussy lips, just stealing more and more of Jenny's dignity.

As she crawled forward she felt a thick, wet substance beneath her hands, and then her knees and her feet. She looked down and all around her was a slick river of purple and green paint. It was about an inch deep and she could see it staining her hands, and assumed it was doing the same to her legs behind her.
She kept going though. They obviously thought that getting a bit mucky would slow her down, but she knew what was at stake, there was no way she would stop for anything.

The maze had so far been easy. There had been no forks in the path or multiple routes to choose from, but suddenly she was faced with a choice: left, or right. She hesitated for a few seconds and chose to go right. The paint was getting deeper as she crawled forward, up to her elbows now and her legs were submerged. It made moving forward more difficult as her hands would slip and slide in the thick, wet paint.

Eventually she came round a corner only to be met with a solid wall.
'NOOOOO!!' Jenny let out a wail of frustration as she realised she had gone the wrong way.

'Ohh dear', she heard PM Queen's voice booming around her. 'Looks like you took a wrong turn Juggsy. Such a shame. Our lovely little rat princess is already approaching the halfway point of her maze!!'

Jenny tried to turn round, but there wasn't enough space in the tunnel, so she had to start crawling backwards. As she did she felt a sharp jolt of electricity on the sole of her left foot. 'OWWWWWCH' she yelped.

PM Queen's booming laughter tore through the maze. 'Oops, I forgot to mention, that car behind you that has been filming your every move is also equipped with a modified cattle prod. Just a little reminder of your mistake!!'

She kept crawling backwards, ignoring the taunts from outside her maze. Every 30 seconds or so she would receive another shock to her foot. She tried to kick out behind her in frustration but the operator was too well trained and moved the car out of the way.
After about 5 minutes she finally made it back to the original fork, and this time she took the right path. She pushed forward, her arms getting tired from working so hard, her knees sore from banging on the hard plastic every time she moved. The paint was also getting deeper, it reached high enough now that her bare breasts were constantly getting dipped in it. She couldn't really see properly, and didn't really have the time to check, but she had a feeling that most of her body was now going to be stained green and purple.

She kept going, the combination of tired arms on slick paint meant that she fell flat on her face a few times into the river of paint. Every time it happened she heard booming laughter all around her, and received a sharp shock to one of her feet. She would also hear the laughter and receive more shocks any time she took a wrong turn.
This went on for what felt like ages. Choosing a oath, reaching a wall, working her way back and choosing a different path. She was exhausted, but knew that if she gave up she would lose her flat and all of her clothing, so pushed forward. Eventually, after over an hour of this torment, her body stained green and purple, she reached something different.

In front of her Jenny could see a large plastic slide. It went down into a pool of a thick, black substance. It looked like tar, and she was scared! Surely they didn't expect her to get covered in tar!!
'Congratulations Juggsy.' PM Queen's voice entered the maze once again. 'You have reached the final part of the maze. Simply reach the other side of this pool and you will be in the final stretch. And don't worry, there is nothing harmful in there. It's just 1,500 litres of treacle.' He giggled. 'Or molasses for our American audience. Better hurry though, you don't want to loooooo-ooooooose.' He almost sang the last word, clearly enjoying himself far too much, Jenny thought.
She sighed, moved onto the top of the slide, held her nose and slid down. She hit the thick, sticky substance feet first, but the speed from going down the slide meant that she broke through the surface and was completely submerged. She forced herself upwards, difficult through the incredibly thick treacle, and wiped her eyes.
She could barely move through the mess, it was thick and sticky and her arms and legs were already so tired and so sore. She forced herself forward, her feet unable to touch the bottom of the pool, she had to use her arms and drag her body to the other side. It took a long time, but she finally made it, and heaved herself out onto the edge of the pool. She was dripping thick, black treacle from every part of her, she was exhausted and ready to drop.

'Come on Juggsy' came PM Queen's voice yet again, 'You can do it! You are so close to the end!'
Jenny looked forward. She could see yet another slide, but this one went round a corner so she had no idea what was at the bottom of it. The slide had been oiled up to help her down. After all, being coated in sticky treacle wasn't going to keep her moving!

She sat on top of the slide, crossed her fingers that it wouldn't be something awful, and pushed forward. Her sticky, naked body raced down the slide. It twisted and turned and she was picking up speed. Finally, she could see natural light coming in. This was it, she had reached the finish line. She had done it! She had won!!

WHOOOOMMMPFFFF

She shot out of the slide and into a pit of soft feathers. They cushioned her as she left the slide, but they also stuck to the treacle. The pit was so deep that she was literally covered head to toe in feathers. From her hair to her toes was feathers. She was almost unrecognisable as two strong stage hands lifted her from the pit, and roughly forced her back into the chair, shutting the straps across her wrists and ankles once again.

The crowd were in hysterics. She could hear clucking sounds amid the laughter, reminding her just how much she now looked like a chicken. Despite how she looked she couldn't help but smile. She had done it. She had beaten the maze before the stupid rat, and she was finally free! She could go home, wash all this crap off and sleep in her own comfy bed again.

From behind her she heard PM Queen approach. He was clapping slowly, sarcastically.
'Well done Miss Juggs' he said. 'Looks like you managed to escape from our maze. And in style too. The tarred and feathered look suits you! Or rather, treacled and feathered.' He laughed.
'Well, I suppose there is nothing else for it but to bid farewell to our audience. Juggsy here has earned here freedom, so sadly won't be back next week.'
She couldn't help but smile. She hated the smug sound of his voice, and couldn't wait to never have to hear it again.

'At least,' he said, 'That's what I would be saying if this lovely little lady hadn't got herself out 10 minutes ago.'
He slipped a hand into the pocket of his jacket and lifted the rat out, holding it high as if he was celebrating a fantastic victory.
The crowd erupted! They were up on their feet, clapping, stamping feet, cheering. Celebrating like they had won the lottery. All Jenny could do was stare, her mouth hanging open in sheer disbelief and shock.

PM Queen leaned right into her face, his nose was mere inches from hers. 'Oh dear oh dear Juggsy. You know what that means don't you?'
The huge screen suddenly changed. It showed the enormous warehouse building filled with Jenny's clothing, all hanging on rails. Suddenly the grinder underneath them started up, a loud whirring, churning sound. PM Queen grinned at her, waiting for a reaction.

Jenny SCREAMED, she started shaking the chair she was tied to like a crazy person, desperately trying to get free. Tears fell from her eyes as she shouted and wailed.
'NOOOOOOOO!! NO NO NO NONONONONONONONO!!!! You can't do this!!! Pleeeeeeeeeeeease.'
She went from anger, to sadness to begging and back again. She begged, pleaded, sobbed and screamed for mercy, for pity for just a shred of kindness.

PM Queen shook his head. 'Christ Juggsy, have some dignity.' He spat right in her face, a trickle of saliva down her left cheek, as he raised his right hand, and quickly dropped it down to his side. As he did this the mechanism holding Jenny's clothing in place released, and she watched in stunned horror as her entire collection of clothing fell into the grinder.
She was freaking out again, screaming at PM Queen and at the cheering, clapping and laughing audience. They all seemed to love just how distressed she was getting.

The camera panned down so that everyone could see the shredded remains of her clothing emerge from the bottom of the machine. There was a huge pile of shredded material as every last piece had been destroyed. It was too much for Jenny, she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Tears streaming from her eyes at the callous cruelty of it all.

PM Queen laughed, he pretended like he was wiping tears from his own eyes while laughing and making sarcastic 'BooHoo' noises. The crowd were lapping it laughing and making 'BooHoo' noises of their own.

'Well,' he said 'That really is enough for this week. We will make sure that this pretty girl gets just the very best treatment.' He held up the rat for everyone to see. 'Obviously we will make sure that the pile of bedding so generously provided by Miss Juggs here is put to good use! Goodnight ladies and gentlemen.'

Jenny's chair started moving along the track again, heading backstage as the lights in the studio started to turn off and the audience filed out.
Jenny was still sobbing, unable to accept what had just happened.
PM Queen strolled up to her casually, 'Well, Juggsy, I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as everybody else did tonight. I am going to drop this lovely lady off at her new home. You know it well of course, because until a week ago it was your home, wasn't it??' He grinned cruelly at her. 'But don't worry, we have a lovely new place for you as well.'

She was unbuckled from her chair and once again two strong stage hands lifted her up. They carried her across to a large cage, no more than 4 feet all around. She was forced into the cage, despite trying to fight against it. The crew were too strong however, and easily pushed her inside. It wasn't high enough to stand in, and not long enough to lie down in, so she was forced to kneel awkwardly as they shut the door and locked her in.

She banged her fists against the door, shaking the cage, shouting at them, screaming, begging that they let her out, this was uncomfortable, how was she supposed to sleep like this, to live like this??
'Oh my dear Juggsy' said PM Queen, 'Surely it's only fair that if our little rat friend is given your old home that you take one similar to hers.' He cackled like a crazy person. 'Well, speaking of, I had best be off to take her to her new home. Don't worry, these monitors here will make sure you see how she is liking her new place.'

He switched on a row of 4 large TV monitors in front of her. Each one showed a different room of her flat. She recognised it instantly. She could see her bedroom, her bathroom, her kitchen and her living room all exactly as she had left them. Suddenly the lights went out, and the place went deathly quiet. She was alone, they had left her here. The only light was from the monitors in front of her, and the only sounds her own sobs and moans of despair.

She knelt there in her uncomfortable cage, coated in treacle and feathers, with nothing to occupy her but the row of monitors in front of her. Suddenly she saw some movement on one of the monitors. It was PM Queen and a couple of the stage hand guys she recognised from earlier. She saw one of them in each of the four rooms, each carrying a large box. PM Queen looked right at the camera, gave her a big grin and a thumbs up. She could him, but not hear what he was saying.

All four of them, at the same time, placed their boxes on the floor and opened them. From her view in her little cage she could see rats rushing out of the boxes. There must have been at least twenty per box, all swarming across her flat.
PM Queen gave one final wave to the camera as he left her flat, leaving Jenny to watch the horror that unfolded.

Over the next few hours, with nothing else to do she could only watch in utter horror at the view on her TV monitors, shouting NO! NO! NO! NO! as the rats crawled over her floor, her furniture and knocking over her possessions. She saw things fall from shelves to the floor, breaking, cracking and smashing. She could rats start to gnaw on her furniture, on her table, chairs and bed. Chewing on the cables for her own TV and her computer, and other devices like a toaster and hairdryer.

As she knelt in her cage weeping and sobbing in disbelief Jenny 'Juggs' kept repeating over and over again NO! NO! NO! But ultimately she could only watch as her flat, and her life were literally torn to pieces in front of her.


FIN