Hi everyone,

This isn't a new story, it's been up a few sites but I think all off them are down now. As someone asked about it on rwamtext I though I'd reupload it. This was originally started for Br1ffles who then later (co)wrote some of the chapters. We got to chapter 7 and never got round finishing it, if someone reads it wants to finish/conitnue it please feel free.

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Lifeline

"Hello and welcome to Lifeline! I'm your host - Zoe and welcome to the first episode of our brand new show. Each week two contestants will compete in our games and trivia, vying for our top prize of $50,000. Along with them they will bring three friends who will act as Lifelines; each game lost, they lose a friend. "
The camera focused on a bench with three seats with a platform with a green light above each seat, before returning to the hot brunette host.
"Let's meet our contestants and their friends although the contestants are pre-screened and sign up in advance, their friends are completely unaware that they are about to become pawns in a new game show"
"First up is Stephanie! Come on down Stephanie."
A tall brunette with some curves walked out wearing athletic short shorts and a tight blue t-shirt with the show's logo.
"Hi Stephanie, welcome to the show. Will you please call out your friends that will act as your lifelines today?"
"Sure Zoe, come on down Susannah, Anne, and Julie!"
A spotlight shined down on three girls in the audience wearing evening wear. Two were trying to hide their face and looked shocked, the third was laughing and stood up to walk down to the stage. Eventually all three made it and Zoe interviewed them.
First up was Susannah, a young redhead in a strapless blue party dress.
Second was Anne, with dark blonde hair, curves in her patterned summer dress, and a big smile.
Finally Julie the blonde haired girl with a black dress spotted in white took her turn on the microphone.
"Ok ladies, go have a seat over there on our three chairs. Let's introduce our second team of girls."
"Next up is Kim, come on out Kim!"
Another girl came out wearing a similar outfit to Stephanie's with shorts and a tight t-shirt, this time red. Kim however was stuffed even tighter into the outfit, as she was very voluptuous. Her smooth thighs clung tightly to her bottoms and the shirt barely contained her large chest.
"Okay Kim, call out your lifelines."
"Fiona, Alison, Sophie! I need you!"
Once again a spotlight found three surprised ladies. They had a feeling it was coming when they saw their friend but that didn't make the shock any less surprising. Begrudgingly they came down to join the host and their friend.
First was Fiona, looking about thirty and only slightly less curvy than Kim. She had her brown hair in a bob and was all smiles in her skirt and conservative top.
Next was Alison, older and extremely top heavy. She was wearing a dress with massive cleavage that was every guy's focus. She wore glasses and had dirty blonde hair.
Last was Sophie, younger than the first two and very petite. She had timid body language as she was interviewed, brushing her mid length brown hair out of her face nervously. She wore tight jeans and a tank top with a small cardigan over it.
"Take your seats ladiesIt's time for our first game."
Once everyone was seated, Zoe returned her focus to the two main contestants. "OK girlsRound 1 is how much do you know about your friends, in our version of the newlywed game... I will ask one question of each of our friends here and the person with the fewest number correct will lose a friend." Zoe made sure those three final words carried some weight, some unknown meaning - the girls on the benches gulped, not entirely sure what that meant.
"First question is for Stephanie about Susannah. What is her natural hair color?"
She paused for a second before responding "Trick question. Red!"
Susannah smiled and Zoe gave her credit for the question. "Next, Kim True or False, Fiona has posed nude for naked pictures for her man."
Fiona closed her eyes as her face turned scarlet. Unfortunately for Kim she wasn't looking at her friend when she said "False, no way. Not Fiona."
"I'm sorry, but that's incorrect. Next is for Stephanie again, this time about Anne. What does she say is her most attractive body part to men?"
"Her butt? I don't know."
Anne smiled and laughed, trying to hide her embarrassment. "That's right! Next question could be our last if Kim gets this wrong. Kim: What is Alison's bra size?"
"Oh jeez, like 40 ZZ. Haha, no, F cup?"
"I'm sorry they are G cups. Stephanie wins round 1!" Stephanie's team cheered but Kim and her friends looked nervous.
"That means that KimIt's time to lose one of your friends. You know what's going to happen, but your friends have no idea, correct?"
Kim nodded and covered her mouth to hide her smile.
"Let's find out who is the first to be selected randomly"
The green lights above the girls heads cycled, on and off, on and off, and one by one their lights turned on as the sound of a spinning wheel could be heard. After a few seconds the lights slowed as the sound quieted until finally the light stopped above Alison. A loud siren rang out Alison looked around confused for a moment until suddenly a massive deluge of thick green slime poured down over her head. She squealed and thrashed about but that only served to make the coverage more complete. The flow did not subside for a good 6 seconds, before slowing to a trickle but not stopping, as she tried to wipe her face. More slime fell in blobs on top of her head and rolled down the front of her face, causing her to spit out slime. Her outfit was completely ruined, her whole figure turning slime green.
"I'm sorry Alison, but you are the first eliminated, please join me here on stage." Alison stood up slowly and made her way to the host, leaving a trail of green slime behind her. Zoe led Alison and Kim to another small area with a large vat of brown glop. "Okay Alison, you're eliminated, but you have one chance to help Kim. If you agree to be dunked in our vat of slurry, we'll give Kim an advantage in the next round to help her get back on her feet in the game. If not, she'll get a disadvantage. What do you say?"
"I suppose I'm messy already, why not." She responded, still trying to remove the slime from her clothes.
"One more thing: Kim, you lose a friend, you lose some clothes. Take them off!" Kim peeled her shorts down over her legs, leaving bikini briefs stretched over her shapely ass.
"Alison. I'm afraid you too will also have to lose some clothes. The amount you lose determines the benefit Kim will have in the next game"
Without a word Alison began to strip off her slime stained outfit until she was in just her underwear. The crowd cheered. She hesitated for a moment then reached round behind and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor without much ceremony to unleash her large breasts out in public. The crowd cheered and wolf-whistled appreciatively. After another moment's hesitation, spurred on by the crowd she finally she slipped her panties off so she was completely nude. She stood covering her crotch next to the host, but not her boobs, she was more than happy to show those off.
"Good for you, Alison. Let's get you covered in slurry now." Zoe helped Alison up the ladder to the tank full of slurry. The camera caught Alison's backside as she bent over climbing onto the seat. Once she was up there Zoe wasted no time in waving goodbye and hitting a button, sending Alison falling into the disgusting brown mess. She came up completely engulfed in thick slurry, spitting and gagging as it covered her nude body.

"Alison you can head back with the stagehands, and they'll show you to your shower and changing room so you can clean up you never know if we might want to mess you up later, so don't worry - they'll make sure you don't desert your friends."
Zoe turned back to the other girls,
"Girls, I've got good news and bad news for you. The good news is you're still clean. The bad news however, is that although every lost lifeline will receive the same gunging as Alison did - what happens after might not be as pleasant!"
The look on the 5 girls faces told you all you needed to know, the worry and unease was plain for all to see - what were the alternatives if this drek was 'pleasant'?
Fortunately they didn't have long to worry as Zoe spoke into the microphone once more.
"Here at Lifeline we believe that turnabout is fair play. In Round 1 Kim and Stephanie were asked questions about you, so in this round you will be asked questions about them".
The girls all seemed pleased - no more embarrassing stories about them then!
Zoe piped up again "As you lost the first round Kim - we'll let you start. Right - question 1, Fiona. How many of your ex-boyfriends has Kim snogged?"
Fiona's face went bright red; she thought she was done sharing private matters on live TV!
"Well I'm a nice girl, I don't go out that much and I'm a few years older than Kim is, I've only had a few boyfriends but they'd all be too old for her. Besides Kim wouldn't do that to me, it's a trick question! None!"
"Incorrect"
Zoe cringed, almost as if she knew this was going to hurt Fiona more than it would embarrass Kim
"Kim please - with a show of fingers - indicate how many of Fiona's exes you've snogged"
Slightly sheepishly Kim raised her hand and raised 2 fingers. Fiona looked absolutely mortified
"Ahem!" went Zoe loudly, clearing her throat. Kim looked mortified for a second, before raising her second hand holding up her middle finger and glaring daggers at Zoe.
"Ok, that one was incorrect for your team Kim, I'll let that sink in with Fiona. She looks rather miffed, anyway on with the show." Said Zoe, quickly moving on.
Turning to the opposite team Zoe asked - "Stephanie, do you mind if I call you Steph?"
"Sure" said a clearly relaxed Steph
"Steph are you confident in your friends? No skeletons in your closet?"
Steph shook her head "OK - question one. Anne has Steph ever slept with any of her current lifelines? "
"Yes!" came the reply lightning quick from Anne, which startled Zoe - who clearly expected another gotcha moment
"That is correct! You girls really do tell each other everything, don't you?"
"Yes, yes we do Zoe!" came an unexpectedly fierce response from Julie "She slept with me! She helped me process my feelings before I came out and I'll always be thankful to her for that. We're real friends over here, we don't fool around with each other's exes" Julie clearly surprised Zoe with her fierceness.
"I didn't mean there was anything wrong with that Julie, honestly we just thought it might have been between you and Steph - and Anne wouldn't know", said Zoe, backpedalling to cover quickly.
Moving on, Zoe shuffled her cards, looking at the questions. This somewhat killed the momentum of the show with a long pause and silence while everyone waited while Zoe awkwardly searched for a less loaded question. After what felt like an eternity she found one "Okay Sophie, get this question wrong and Kim loses this round as well! No pressure!" she teased. "Which character on Game of Thrones is Kim's favourite?"
Sophie didn't need to think for long - "Jon Snow, he's gorgeous" she replied
"Correct!" replied Zoe
Kim looked puzzled; Sophie was trying to high five an upset Fiona who still looked like she was about to cry.
With a mischievous look Zoe continued "Kit Harrington *is* indeed gorgeous however, according to this card - Queen Margaery is Kim's favourite character because she's a ruthless, manipulating beauty"
Sophie's little face fell with the camera fixed on it. She knew what was about to happen.
"That means Kim loses again, Kim you lose a lifeline, and *another* friend"
The lights went out, and the spinning wheel and flashing lights again determined which of the hapless girls was going to be not only gunged but also have to pay a forfeit as well. Would it be Fiona, or Sophie? Both shifted nervously, silently praying it was the other. The light above poor Fiona came on; followed by a torrent of green slime. This was runnier than the slime Alison had gotten, it matted her hair to her head and face, and seeped through her clothes. Fiona let out a little shriek as the runny slime slapped against her brown hair and ran quickly down her face and down her back. Her shirt might have been conservative insofar as it didn't show any cleavage; but it was; or more accurately *used to be* a very pale light blue. The runny gunge made it near translucent, so you could clearly see the outline of her black (surprisingly) frilly bra. Now she really did look about to cry.
Zoe cautiously approached her saying "Bad luck Fiona, are you willing to take a forfeit to help Kim's cause. And if so - how much clothing will you take off?"
Fiona still glaring at Kim responded "I'll do a forfeit, but not to help HER" she said jabbing an angry finger at Kim "If I take a forfeit, instead of her gaining an advantage, I want some payback I want to smack her bare skanky ass"
Fiona's fierceness and request to spank Kim caught Zoe off guard, but she soon recovered like the professional she was and replied "OK Fiona - so if I tell Kim to take her bikini bottoms off, and give you a paddle, you'll take a random forfeit?"
"Yes!" cried Fiona "I want to smack her ass!"
A stagehand quickly ran to Zoe and handed her the paddle. Zoe then quickly smacked Fiona's bum getting a loud shriek from Fiona.
"Argh! What was that for!?" exclaimed Fiona rubbing her butt.
"Well you did ask me to give you a paddle" replied Zoe - and a loud badum-tshh was heard
"Haha very funny now *hand* me the paddle" said Fiona, aching to give Kim's ass a good paddling.
Having had her fun and cheesy pun, Zoe handed Fiona the paddle. Kim stood up, dropped her bikini bottoms and got on her knees mock begging Fiona, clearly not taking her friend seriously.
"Turn around" said Fiona angrily, Kim did so - resting on her elbows sticking her ass up and wiggling it provocatively.
Smack!
"That's for Matt!". Kim played up to the audience, wiggling her pert ass more.
Smack!
"That's for Dave" bellowed Fiona as Kim's face registered that one "and this, this is for Karl!"
SMACK!!
Kim yelped at the third stroke - clearly hurt by the last smack. She didn't mind a spank but that last one would really leave a mark. She realised she really had hurt Fiona's feeling and she wasn't just playing along for the audience.
"Well well - I didn't know you had it in you Fi!" quipped Zoe - clearly surprised and impressed by the force of Fiona's spanking.
"But now is *your* turn, let's find out what your price will be for gaining a bit of revenge" Zoe spun a small wheel covered with envelopes. As it slowed she told Fiona to take the one the arrow landed on and hand it to her. Reading aloud - Zoe informed Fiona of her impending fate "You will bend over and grab your ankles, whilst holding this pose you receive a 25 stroke paddling, for every piece of clothing you lose you will receive 5 strokes less"
"What!?" said Fiona, her eyes wide "This is rigged! Who gets to paddle me? Not Kim, right?" said Fiona desperately, she'd not expected to get spanked herself, and waaay more times than she'd done to Kim! This had really backfired on her.
"No deary - it will be me one of the pleasures of being a host" smiled Zoe. "So how many strokes are you getting?"
Bending over and grabbing her ankles with abundant ease, the answer came back from Fiona "25! Now get it over with".
"My pleasure" said Zoe and gave her first stroke, Fiona took it silently gritting her teeth, a second followed and a third, fourth and a fifth not a whimper. Zoe started to put some more effort into it, six, seven, eight, nine, ten nothing. Clearly getting perturbed by this Zoe fully whacked her nearly toppling Fiona over, a muffled moan nothing more, twelve just as hard however aimed downwards more to avoid toppling her, again a muffled moan, thirteen slightly more sound, fourteen, fifteen. The split screen camera clearly showing the reddening of Fiona's face, sixteen - SMACK and that elicited a real yelp from Fiona, as her last smack of Kim had done it was every bit as hard, followed by seventeen another yelp and wriggling. SMACK!! Eighteen!
"Please" came a whimper from Fiona "please stop". Zoe showed no mercy, instead giving Fiona another SMACK! Nineteen "Aauuw please!" begged Fiona, quivering.
Zoe paused "OK! ...If you take something off you'll only get one more". Defeated - Fiona let go of her ankles and started to straight up to take off her shirt. Before she was upright Zoe had quickly yanked her skirt down! SMACK! SMACK! Two hard hits on both of her semi exposed cheeks!
"I didn't say you could choose! And - I didn't say you could let go of your ankles! Now you're done... Go and shower with Alison!" said Zoe, pointing offstage.
The stagehands escorted Fiona to the changing room and showers as they had before with Alison. She turned her back to the audience, revealing what the forfeit had done to her backside her black lace knickers covered only a third of her shapely bottom - the other two thirds covered only by a red glow.
Zoe stood at the main platform once more "Well, that was fun wasn't it?! Now a short recap - After 2 rounds - Kim has one lifeline and two items of clothing left, whereas Steph has all her lifelines and clothes!" She was clearly reading from an autocue as with all her bits to camera "Join us after the break to see more Kim and Steph; hopefully literally!"

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"Hello, hello, helloooo and welcome back to what could be the penultimate round of Lifeline!" The show returned from the ad break. Quite what had gotten into Zoe wasn't clear she seemed unnaturally energetic. "Okay for round 3 we were going to have a relatively straightforward general knowledge round, however we've had to make some slight changes".
Sophie looked rather nervously across to the clean and confident looking girls opposite her.
"Sophie we are going to give you some options, as you're most likely to suffer if you choose unwisely. Option one - we go ahead as planned and ask Steph and Kim the questions till we have a loser. Now depending on how much confidence you have in Kim, this might seem like a smart plan or maybe you don't trust your friend to keep you safe and clean...well?"
Sophie didn't look too thrilled at the prospect; although you might be forgiven for thinking she was rather hamming it up for the cameras. However - as soon as Sophie spoke her feelings were clear
"Well Zoe, of course I trust Kim to keep me safe and clean or at least I would if I hadn't just seen my friends make the same mistake and look at what happened to them! Can I hear option 2 before deciding?"
"No" said a smiling Zoe quickly "however, I can guarantee to you that if you choose option 2, you will ultimately control your own fate"
Sophie looked relieved at the sound of this, Zoe continued "but that will depend on how confident you are in your answers, heck if you're confident and brave enough you could, mind you could knock off all THREE of your opponents lifelines!"
With that the camera panned to the genuinely shocked faces of the opposing team. Susannah, Anne, and Julie suddenly exchanged worried looks; they didn't think they'd be on the losing side - whatever happened. Zoe, clearly enjoying the reaction she got, turned back to Sophie holding up the microphone to her for her answer, her eyes silently begging her to choose option 2. "Sophie darling, I'll need your choice and I need it now!" Zoe was trying to sound stern - but her fidgeting with her nose and giggling didn't sound very menacing.
However, it seemed to be enough to get Sophie to respond "Sorry Kim, but I'm the smarter one unless all the questions are about 'The Doctor' ".
"Okay great so no we've got that settled, let's get to Round 3!" the hyper and bouncy Zoe started "I will alternately ask Sophie and Kim questions" looking directly at Sophie now "Don't worry deary - I promised you'd have control and you will".
Two pillories where wheeled out next to the benches where the lifelines were sat, stagehands directed Kim and Steph to them. They stood, placing their heads and hands in the pillory where the stagehands then fixed them in place. Neither Steph nor Kim looked particularly pleased or comfortable Kim in her flipflops, her bra, shirt, but nothing else. Having previously lost her shorts and bikini bottoms afforded her no cover, so bottomless and bent over at the waist like she was gave the audience behind her quite a view of her pert smooth cheeks, still red from Fiona's spanking. No sooner had the pillories been locked, when the stagehands pulled away a cloth covering what looked like the kind of side table you have at a big BBQ. Underneath were a number of thick pies, loaded with fluffy white whipped cream, although you couldn't quite tell the fillings due to the thick cream.
Zoe's chirpy voice explained once more "As I said - we will ask Sophie and Kim questions, if you think she won't know the answer...you pie her! And you get to answer the question, however there is a catch. You will then have to keep answering the questions, I you feel that Kim would be better suited to answer the question, you have to pie yourself! The answering of questions then goes back to Kim". She turned to the autocue to check if she got everything right, subtly in her mind - blatantly amateurish thought Sophie, as far as she was concerned.
"Oh - one more thing, Sophie, before we start"
She'd obviously forgotten something on the autocue thought Sophie
Zoe continued "We covered how you aren't reliant on Kim anymore; but I forgot to mention how you could knockout all 3 of Steph's lifelines! Before each question I will ask you how confident you are that either you or Kim know the correct answer. On a scale of 1 to 3, three being bet your house on it and one being not sure at all its right. If you answer 3 all three lifelines will share the forfeit" Confused looks all round once more "Oh! Did I forget to mention that each wrong answer carries a forfeit of clothing! That's how you can win Sophie! By stripping the other team"
"Stop, stop, STOP!" came a loud man's voice from behind the cameras. Striding purposefully towards the stage taking his headset off the man came into view. "Hello everyone! Sorry to interrupt - I'm Andrew, I'm a showrunner for Lifeline, and as I'd like to have more than one episode I'm now also taking over as the host!"
It was now Zoe's turn to look confused now, who was this guy, and why did he want to co-host?
Andrew - clearly not a patient man - called for a few stagehands "Okay guys, would you be so kind as to take out the rubbish!" and with that two burly stagehands who had clearly been pre-instructed with what to do - picked up Zoe before she could react and carried her offstage to loud applause.
"Right we'll deal with that a little later" a clearly disgruntled Andrew finished.
Andrew was a tall man, just over 6ft with short brown hair, you'd have guessed late twenties looking at him, wearing blue jeans, trainers and a black show T-shirt. He was broad shouldered and quite cute, thought a couple of the girls on stage.
Andrew quickly tried to get the show back on track. "Round 3, which is clear to no-one I'm sure. Just to clarify; Sophie - upon hearing the question category, before hearing the question you get to say how confident you are in getting the right answer. Not sure, quite sure or certain, clear?"
Relieved nods all round.
"Sophie - you have five items of clothing. Kim has two thus 7 in total for your team. Susannah, Anne, and Julie each have 3 items of clothing for a total of 9. Perhaps not the best time to wear dresses girls? Anyway, if you say you're certain Sophie and you or Kim are correct, Susannah, Anne, and Julie each lose an item of clothing, if you are incorrect you and Kim together lose three items. The first team to have no clothes on the lifelines loses the round."
He took a deep breath - clearly not used to working in front of the camera "Steph is that clear?" she nodded as best she could
He continued with the rules for questions for Kim and Sophie.
"And Sophie - if you want to answer the question, you pick up a pie and pie Kim. If you want her to answer the questions, you will pie yourself. So if you want to keep switching, those pies are going to keep coming" Andrew smiled "Kim? Sophie? Got it?"
Kim grunted something like "uh-huh", Sophie was just about to say "yes", when she stopped short with her mouth open, not actually saying the word. Andrew had picked up a pie and was looking at her meaningfully, hefting it threateningly; ready to throw it at her.
Quickly Sophie cottoned on. Moving to the table she picked a pie which looked to be very heavy, but was surprisingly light. She'd need to pie Kim to answer the question! She moved in front of Kim, looking to pie her face, but looking at her friend bent over in the pillory, she had a naughty idea. She moved quickly behind Kim and swung the pie backwards, then forward with some force - splattering the pie hard all over Kim's naked bottom. The large amounts of creamy topping and strawberry filling in the strawberry cream pie splattered everywhere. Kim moaned in surprise, her eyes wide as the cream covered her pert cheeks, still slightly red from Fiona's spanking; but most shockingly to Kim she felt cream and strawberry puree shoot up her crack, and more sticky puree and cold cream slide down onto her exposed pussy causing her to quiver involuntarily.
"Yes - very clear" said Sophie, turning to Andrew with a cheeky smile; answering the question. Kim shot her a look that could melt ice. Sophie's face fell, she hadn't really thought about what she was doing until she'd done it and had gone a little farther than she'd intended.
"From now on - no more warnings girls!" smiled Andrew "Question one - Celebrity relationships!"
I'll let Kim have this one thought Sophie.
"Which female rapper/singer recently broke up her boyfriend Nick 'Swaggy-P' Young of the LA Lakers?" Kim beamed - this was easy
"Iggy Azalea!"
"That is correct! Let's see how confident Sophie was you'd get the question right. Sophie - please hold up your card"
Sophie held up a piece of card with a big one on it.
"Not very confident at all then Sophie" said Andrew - turning back to Kim "Kim - who is losing one item of clothing then?"
"The redhead is!" snapped Kim, she never really did like redheads - the notable exception being a young lady named Alyxxx
Andrew motioned to Steph's team - "The redhead it is then! Susannah - please lose the dress."
Susannah, not seeming particularly phased by this - did as she was told. She stood up confidently, walked forward two steps, and unzipped the back of her dress, holding it against herself for a moment before dropping it. She was happy to put on a show for the audience and wasn't shy about her body. As soon as it fell to the floor there was an audible gasp from the audience then shortly afterwards the wolf whistles started and were deafening. As she stepped out of the dress now on the floor it was revealed to all that she wasn't wearing a bra. She was tall, with a toned smooth stomach, long legs and incredible breasts. They were large, they must have been a D-cup but they sat proud on her chest without a hint of sag in them, and two firm pink nipples crowned them. She stood in just her panties defiantly with her arms folded under her chest, subtly teasing the crowd by lifting her arms to squeeze those ample boobs together and up. She stood there for a moment, a half-smile playing on her lips as she soaked in the attention; waiting for the signal it was okay to sit down again but happy to wait. This took a while because Andrew was staring at her exposed chest, not to mention all the other men, and quite a few women in the studio.
"Can I sit down again Andrew?" she asked sweetly, knowing full well the effect she was having. This snapped the showrunner-turned-host out of his daze and left his face a similar colour to her hair.
"Yes of course, sorry, you surprised me".
Gathering himself, Andrew continued "Well Sophie good news for you then, there are now 7 items of clothing on each side. Are you ready Steph? Here's question 2 Which American singer, sang Stagger Lee - reaching number 1 in the charts in the late fifties?"
Sophie and Kim shot each other a pleased look, no way was she getting that, none of them had even been born till 25-30 years later.
"Lloyd Price" said Steph calmly.
Andrew looked astonished - "Wow! Wow! I thought Susannah surprised me, but a 20 something knowing that...how? Why? And who is losing their clothing?"
Steph replied "Well Andrew, I'm a big blues fan, and I've always liked the song" now fluttering her eyelashes at the young host, she replied "So who would *you* like to lose their clothing? You choose for me."
Andrew blushed once again and was momentarily lost for words
"Well thank you - that's too kind, but unfortunately I have to be impartial. How about this - either they both lose an item or neither do....audience?"
BOTH!!!
Came the shouted reply from the audience. With that Andrew turned to team Kim.
Sophie had already taken her cardigan off and dropped it to the floor, revealing very little apart from her arms. A stagehand had gone over to Kim - still in the pillory and unable to move. She squirmed uncomfortably; cream and strawberry was still dripping from her bum crack down to her bare pussy, and down her thighs to plop on the floor. The stagehand cut through the shirt, leaving Kim in just her bikini top.
"Question 3. Kim Physics. What does Newton's 3rd law of motion state?"
SPLATT!
It appeared Sophie wanted answer this question herself, and she clearly didn't want to take any risks as she had quickly grabbed 2 thick cream pies with lemon filling and given Kim a pie sandwich! The yellow and white goo covered Kim's face and dark brown hair. Kim moaned "Urgh! Did it have to be a sandwich, couldn't you just have used one pie Sophie?!"
"Yes Sophie, I believe you'd like to answer" Andrew said - clearly trying to remain composed and not laugh at Kim getting pie-sandwiched.
Sophie responded "Yes! Sorry Kim - but I'm sure about this - I put 3 points on it. To every action there is always opposed an equal reaction".
Andrew nodded - "That is correct Sophie! Which you clearly knew; could you hold up your board to confirm you put a '3'? Indeed - 3 items of clothing. Or in this case - one for each of Steph's lifelines"
Susannah knew the routine, and clearly liked the attention. Quickly standing up first she turned her back to the audience and bent at the waist to stick her bum in the air. This got a cheer from the audience which got progressively louder as she slowly reached up to the waistband of the skimpy blue thong, and slowly, teasingly, peeled it down. She bent over again to pick it up off the floor, giving the audience another full moon, and this time even a flash of her pussy. Holding the thong on one finger she nonchalantly tossed it gently towards Andrew, hitting the stunned host in the face. He clearly didn't know where to look, and went even brighter red. With one foot he kicked the thong offstage. Susannah stood facing the crowd once more, the strawberry-blonde beauty with her hands on her curvy hips, allowing the crowd to get a good look at her naked form for a few seconds. A strip of auburn pubic hair above her crotch beared out that as Steph had said earlier, she was indeed a natural redhead. Turning to show her toned arse she walked back to the bench and sat, letting the other two take their turn. Both Anne & Julie got up together to support each other, they were close friends, as were all four on that team, and they wanted to make sure neither had to suffer more scrutiny by stripping solo (unless they wanted to like Susannah). These two were less flirty, both simply taking off their dresses. This understated display was greeted with appreciation from the crowd although nothing like the attention Susannah got. Anne & Julie were wearing a bra and cotton panty set, pink and black respectively. They'd chosen less fancy lingerie than Susannah, but although their underwear was plain it was quite a sight - the three girls sitting next to each other on the bench, one fully nude and two in their underwear.
"Now quickly on to question 4, before I get even redder!" Andrew joked "Steph - History, What is the name of the former Inca capitol situated in current day Peru?"
Steph looked confident as ever
"Ha! that's easy - Machu Picchu, I've always dreamed of going. If I win I probably will!"
"Pfft - bad luck Sophie and Kim - that means either Kim is going naked - or will Sophie take the heat off her friend and reveal some flesh?"
Sophie thought long and hard, and then slowly pulled off her tank top over her head to reveal her plain grey bra. People saw as much at the beach anyway, right?
Andrew complimented Sophie "Very noble Sophie, are you ready for question 5? Remember - you pied Kim to get control of the questions. Question 5 - the category is Sci-Fi"
Sophie looked down at her board, filled her number in then grabbed a pie and hesitated - seemingly mulling it over. Deciding better of it she went to put the pie back. She could manage one sci-fi question, couldn't she? Then she remembered what she filled in, 3 items! The risk was too great - she had to do it. She gently pushed the pie into her own face quickly removing it and spluttering.
"Sophie I have to warn you, that pie hit was borderline! We don't wuss out on pies on this show. If you don't pie yourself properly we'll make sure you know what a real pie to the face, as well as a lot of other places on your body feels like!"
Sophie quickly lifted the remains of the pie still in her hands and smashed it upwards into her face hard, splattering the remains of the cream behind her. Spluttering, she cleared her eyes.
Andrew smiled "Attagirl! Okay - so I guess that means you want Kim to answer the following question Kim - Question 5 is 'What is the name of the bounty hunter killed by Mace Windu (played by Samuel L Jackson) in Star Wars: Episode II Attack of the Clones ?'"
Kim looked unsure - "Oh, uh - I'm not really that good with names but I know this one for sure"
Sophie looked hopeful.
"It's Jabba Fett!"
A few sniggers from the audience
Andrew looked apologetic - "I'm sorry Kim you are correct but only in that you aren't good with names, it was Jango Fett. And by the look of sheer terror on Sophie's face I don't think she bet just the one piece of clothing. Am I right Sophie?"
Sophie's face had fallen - she looked distraught and trembled as she held up the board showing 3.
"That - ladies & gentlemen - means we have a winner, but more importantly a loser! Sophie - would you like to take your clothes off? Or we can cut them off like we cut through Kim's shirt and seeing as she's lost you, her last lifeline like we're going to do to her bikini top too!"
Sophie looked near tears; she sat down, unbuttoned and then tried to peel her tight jeans off to no avail. Surprisingly, Julie and Anne took pity on her and the two walked over and gripping the sides, helped Sophie peel them down her legs. She resisted at first - until she realised they were only trying to save her jeans being cut to pieces. Together they managed it, then Sophie stood, and reached behind her back to her bra and unclipped it. Slowly sliding it down her arms she took off her bra revealing her stunning D cup breasts, large for her petite frame. Trying to cover her large chest with one arm she fumbled with her panties - plain grey cotton as her bra had been - save a few specks of pie that had fallen on it. She was completely naked, petite but well-endowed with an abundance of smooth pink skin on show. The crowd gave her a few cheers and applause to try and show some support and she sat and tried to cover herself as best she could. She blushed but smiled to herself - was the audience being mean, or kind? It was tough to tell. Meanwhile Susannah had gotten bored of sitting and waiting, so had sauntered over to the lady stagehand holding the scissors. She quickly pulled her in close, grabbing her bum and gave her a snog. Susannah enjoyed driving the men in the crowd wild with a little faux-lesbian action, it didn't do anything for her sexually but she enjoyed the reaction it got. The crowd cheered, and after Susannah had finished giving the lucky girl a passionate kiss, she got the scissors in her hand. She took great glee in snipping through Kim's bikini top, causing Kim's big tits to fall out and hang down as Kim was still bent at the waist. Kim's humiliation was complete, naked with pie on her bum, head in the pillory, tits out. Steph, now released from her pillory, asked Andrew
"Could I pie Kim as I won?"
Andrew smiled, and said "Sure, why not!"
Kim cursed to herself "Oh, come on!"
Steph walked over to the table, grabbed the last remaining pie and smashed it into the helpless Kim's face. Sophie knew what time it was, time for her gunging. She slunk defeated back to her bench, and sat hunched. There was a loud siren Sophie flinched and looked around, but nothing happened. She wondered if she'd been spared, and looked up but only just in time to see a torrent green gunge descending straight over her. It hit her and splattered out, spraying the back of Kim's legs in the pillory. It was freezing cold, almost like it had been refrigerated, and even runnier than Fiona's was. Sophie shrieked in shock and gasped repeatedly, her breath coming in short gasps; like she was under a cold shower, but with runny green slime instead of just water. It was all over her, she had no clothing to protect her unlike Alison & Fiona. Her brown hair was plastered to her head - she could feel it running down her back and over her bum, over her bare breasts and nipples, which were hard as diamond from the cold slime, making them even more sensitive. It flowed in between her butt cheeks, urgh! It was also pooling in her lap, she was trying to protect her sensitive areas but she could feel the horrible cold substance coating her pussy and dribbling between her lips - there was still a steady trickle flowing over her most intimate area. She'd never felt so naked, and embarrassed in all her life.
"Ladies and Gentlemen - please return after these words from our advertisers, when we will see Sophie's forfeit; if she chooses to strip before it Oh wait - scratch that!" joked Andrew
"At any rate join us for her forfeit, and to see what will happen to our former host; and who knows! Maybe some additional games with our way too clean team over there" he said pointing to Steph and her lifelines "So join us after this"
***
The studio came back to life as the adverts were clearly over, the new showrunner-come-host Andrew was standing next to a - patently ridiculous looking - wheel. It was clear that it had been designed to hold slides; however instead of this it was now holding the forfeit cards in its slots. "Welcome back ladies & gentlemen! So glad you decided to stay tuned. In a minute poor Sophie will join me here next to our 'forfeit wheel'. But first, as you may remember - some of ours contestants got quite messy, and we sent them away to clean up. But where's the fun in that? So, ladies and gentlemen please welcome back our losers!"
Loud cheers mixed with some wolf whistles and even some panto boos rained down from the audience as what looked like a trailer was pushed onto the stage. It wasn't large - maybe 15ft long and about 7ft high, the front had a large curtain along it.
"Now ladies and gentlemen - unless you are in the TV business you will no doubt be wondering what this is. Well this is a bathroom set from an old show the production company had left over. And when we pull back the curtain - both literally and figuratively - all will become clear!"
He gave a nod to the stagehands stood at the far side of what apparently was a moveable set, they started slowly pulling on a cord and the curtain slowly opened. As it opened the audience began to murmur in expectation - they were starting to see something that liked like a large school changing room, with white tiled walls and metal fixtures, dull and bland, unremarkable, except for large sturdy looking metal rail attached to the set wall. A further nod from Andrew, the curtain was opened a bit further to reveal Alison - still completely naked and her hands cuffed over the rail above her head. She was caked in the awful brown sludge she had been dropped into earlier. The curtain opened further and Fiona was revealed, cuffed arms above her head, however unlike Allison she had her glowing scarlet red bum towards the audience, which was still only partly covered by her panties. Traces of semi dried green gunge could still be seen on her. Next to be revealed was poor Sophie. She looked dismayed, and had every right to; there she stood with her hands cuffed above her head, naked, dripping in slime, freezing cold. It was clear to see she was cold as her nipples were so erect you could hang a coat off them. Finally, the naked Kim was revealed. Like Fiona her ass was pink - on account of both the strawberry cream pie and her spanking at the hand, or more accurately, the paddle of Fiona. Her head was an amorphous white yellow and caramel blob. The crowd was going absolutely ape at the view of these four naked messy girls!
"Well ladies and gentlemen we honestly got this disused set to clean both team's losers off, however, we've run into a few problems... First of all - the losers are all on one team! Second - as you can see by their state, we didn't count on the set not having a working shower. But fear not, as a showrunner problem solving is something I am very used to. So without further ado I'd like to welcome back my solutions - YOUR winners!" And with that out came the winners, each holding a fire hose. First was the completely clean and fully clothed Steph who took up position opposite Kim. Next came Anne, and Julie - both still clean, but only in their grey underwear. They took their positions with Anne opposite Fiona and Julie opposite Sophie, last out was the stark naked (and beaming from ear to ear) Susannah. Sh strutted rather than walked and took her position opposite Allison - the girl nearest Andrew.
"Susannah, why aren't you wearing your show flip-flops like the other girls?" The camera panned down pausing for a moment slightly too obviously to take in Susannah's pert ass - before continuing to pan down to reveal her footwear. What she was wearing, were some perilous-looking black Louboutin heels with bright red underside. How she walked in them at all was a miracle of phsyics - they had to have had at least a 12inch heel!
"Oh - you noticed my shoes!" beamed Susannah, batting her eyelashes coquettishly "Well I asked wardrobe if they had something more my style than those ugly old flip-flops, they let me have a look and I found these *adorable* shoes"
Andrew looked dazed and confused - "Those are *adorable* shoes? That's how you describe them? Adorable usually means something likesmall and cute"
This was clearly the response Susannah had hoped for - as she quickly replied "Well, actually - I have the exact same pair at home, and I call them something else but I don't know whether I can say that on air"
Puzzled, Andrew pointed out "There are 3 naked girls on stage"
"Four" cut in Susannah "You weren't forgetting about little old me, were you Andy?", she said playfully. Andrew started again making his point "There are FOUR naked girls on stage - two are cuffed to a rail! I think you'll be fine telling us what you call your shoes, whatever it may be"
She smiled, exactly what she wanted to hear, and with undisguised glee "Come fuck me" she purred at Andrew.
With that Andrew nearly fell over "Pardon?!"
"I call them my *come fuck me* shoes, what did you think I meant?" she smiled wickedly at Andrew - she loved winding men up like this, her attraction to Andrew and his reaction was making it all the more fun "I wore them for you Andrew, don't you like them? I've heard they accentuate my figure".
Not taking the bait, looking down at his cue cards he finally replied "Just be careful not to get them dirty, what I know about woman's shoes could fit on a stamp but even I know shoes like that are upwards of $500."
Susannah looked slightly disappointed at Andrew's rebuffal, but rallied quickly.
Andrew addressed the camera and audience - "Now - ladies and gentlemen - for your viewing pleasure the winners will wash the losers!"
With that the hoses sprang to life one by one. The water jet was under a decent amount of pressure, enough that the girls had to initially struggle to control the jet. Steph managed to control hers straight away; Anne struggled a bit, as did Julie. Susannah - never one to miss a chance didn't try, and "lost control" of hers - "accidentally" spraying Andrew in the chest, thoroughly soaking his shirt, getting a yelp of shock from the host - before managing to bring it under control and aiming it at Allison's massive tits, making them bounce and jiggle with the force of the water jet.
While Julie was diligently hosing Sophie off, Anne had started off doing that but then; the target being too tempting - aimed the powerful jet at Fiona's bright red arse, leading to a cheer and applause from the audience, and wails and shrieks from an angry Fiona.
Susannah had actually gotten nearly all of the sludge off of Allison, from the corner of her eye she'd been pleased to see her little plan had worked, as while the winners had been hosing the losers off, Andrew had taken his sopping wet shirt off - unnoticed by everyone except Susannah and was wringing it out. Julie, having cleaned Sophie off had turned her hose off, as had Anne after cleaning and having her fun with Fiona. Even Susannah had gotten the last of the sludge off of Allison, so had turned her hose off and was ogling the now shirtless host. It had to be said, although he was of average height, build and looks he did have large muscular arms, broad shoulders and a manly hairy chest.
It was only Steph who still had her hose on. She'd cleaned Kim up, but was now using the strawberry cream pie up Kim's arse and pussy as an excuse to focus her hose onto Kim's private parts. Kim was clearly enjoying it; her eyes shut and moaning to herself. In fact as time when on she was clearly enjoying it to a greater and greater degree; her moans getting louder and louder until Steph suddenly turned her hose off. Kim was not amused, begging Steph to continue "Please Steph, please! Please finish me off!"
No response from Steph, as she considered whether to grant Kim's wish. Just as Andrew wanted to continue Steph asked him "Andrew - if I let her cum, could I pie her in the face and paddle her ass? Please?"
Before he could reply an out of breath Kim said "Yes! Please, please, I'm so close!"
It was at this point the audience turned their attention to Andrew to await his reply. They then as one noticed he was shirtless, so a few wolf whistles rang out from the audience "Settle down, settle down" he said trying to calm them "*You'd* especially do well to keep quiet, Missy!" he said to Susannah who was whistling on her fingers loudly
"YOU SEXY BEAST!" Came a shout from a young man sitting in the front row
"Behave!" said Andrew loudly before winking at the man.
Turning his focus back to Kim, Andrew asked her "Are you sure Kim? Won't it be embarrassing being forced to cum from a fire hose on TV in front of this mob" he said gesturing at the audience who started to holler whoop and wail.
"Yes, but I want it, I want it so damn bad! If you uncuff me, I will get on my knees and beg you!" Kim pleaded
"Well, that can be arranged!" Andrew said as he nodded to the female stage hand that Susannah had accosted earlier.
Kim - true to her word - dropped to her knees, clasping her hands up to him beseechingly and said "Please - I'm begging you, let me cum, my pussy is on fire"
Not being one to miss a chance for more ratings, Andrew ignored that question and posed one himself "Who do you want to paddle you?"
Kim clearly only wanted one thing "I don't care, just let her make me cum!" Quick as a whip a stagehand handed Andrew the paddle. Kim agreed - "Yes fine, you spank me!"
Shaking his head - then nodding at the female stagehand and handing the paddle off again Andrew explained "Oh no, I'm not doing it. You said you didn't care who did it. Face the audience and stay on your hands and knees. If you look round, get up, or move - you don't get to cum!"
Doing as she was told, Kim crawled on her hands and knees so she was nearer the audience, then faced the front and stuck her bum up in the air.
SMACK! A very loud first spank, clearly surprising and hurting Kim, however as turned on as she was - it also elicited a moan.
SMACK! A second loud spank elicited the same reaction Kim's wet, cold ass quickly turning red.
Andrew said to the holder of the paddle "OK - last one. Better make it count - you might not get another chance Fiona"
The look on Kim's face was priceless as she realized Fiona was spanking her for the second time tonight - but before she could say anything the final spank came SMACKKK!
Fiona really put her all into this last one and as Kim was crying out in a mixture of pain and arousal, Steph had moved next to her face and drove a blueberry pie into her face - completely catching Kim off guard, as she hadn't noticed her coming up next to her. The pie had actual blueberries in it making the creamy remnants on her face stand out all the more.
The crowd was absolutely losing it! This was way more than they had expected from the show
"OK fair's fair, go ahead Steph - keep your promise and make her cum!"
Moving back behind her Steph once more picked up the hose. As she turned the pressurized jet of water on, the audience started chanting "Make her cum! Make her cum! Make her cum!" Steph powered up her hose and aimed between Kim's legs, the brunette splayed on all fours. Aiming it at Kim's pussy Steph was happy to see she was getting some moans. Looking to find the right spot Steph adjusted her aim, diligently searching for Kim's G-spot. As she moved she hit one spot which led to loud moans and screams of pleasure yep, that's the spot. The chants from the audience intensified and shortened, going from previous "Make her cum!" to just "Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!"
Kim really didn't need any encouragement - after only a couple of seconds more she reached her climax, moaning loudly, her entire body shaking uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back into her head. Absolutely spent - she collapsed on the floor, lying practically spread-eagled face down on the floor as Steph turned the hose off.
After waiting a moment to let everybody process what had just happened Andrew's voice pierced the silence
"Well she certainly wasn't lying - she really was close, let's hear a round of applause for first of all Fiona!"
The crowd applauded - appreciating the spanking and further revenge she'd dished out. Fiona blushed, but as an actress couldn't help giving a little curtsy to acknowledge the applause
"Next Steph!" the applause audibly intensified, it was Steph who'd been the cause of the spectacle they'd just seen
"And probably your favourite now Kim!" the level of sound intensity after he said 'Kim' rose several more levels, it was absolutely cacophonous! And it kept going, drowning out all other sounds in the studio. Not having the patience to wait for it to simmer down Andrew decided to speak directly to the camera to tell the viewers "We'll be back after this short commercial break, with dry clean girls (apart from Kim's blueberry and cream-splattered face) to finally get to Sophie's forfeit! Join us then, as you've just seen - there's absolutely no telling what can or will happen next!!"

***
"Welcome back Ladies and Gentlemen, it's finally time for Sophie's forfeit!" said Andrew who was now wearing a turquoise linen button down shirt, having replaced the show T-shirt he had on earlier which had been soaked by a mischievous Susannah's errant hose. Turning to Sophie he asked "Sorry for the delay there Sophie - I do hope you haven't been worrying *too much* about what will happen to you all this time."
Sophie - still completely naked - was standing next to himat the forfeit wheel, trying to cover herself as best she could and not shiver from the cold. She was clearly dreading what could or would happen next.
She said "Well I *was* fine until I was hosed down with the freezing cold water!"
Andrew smiled kindly at her. He felt a little bit bad - she wasn't the absolute 10 that Susannah was, but she wasn't exactly hard on the eyes either. It took all his control to not grab a good feel of her ass or those tits; he had to admit all of Susannah's flirting had gotten him rather worked up. Standing next an attractive naked Sophie wasn't making him any less horny either, and top it off the hair and makeup girls had used the commercial break to do the losers hair and makeup, so Sophie looked especially radiant.
It must have been strange for the makeup girls - beautifying the losers, knowing all their work on Sophie in all likelihood would soon be hugely undone. They hadn't had as much time as they might have liked, but Sophie was looking gorgeous fully ready for a night out partying if you only looked at her from the neck upwards. She was immaculate, even if she wasn't wearing anything apart from makeup.
The other girls were sitting on high barstools where their bench had been before, under a large banner reading simply 'LOSERS'. They too had had their hair and makeup done during the break. Allison - who like Sophie was wearing makeup and nothing else, was sitting on the left furthest from the dais and forfeit wheel where Sophie and Andrew were stood. On the middle chair sat Fiona who had been given dry clothes. However, the relatively modest panties she had been wearing previously had been replaced by a skimpy thong - which covered practically nothing and revealed more of her pink ass than before; a tiny triangle bikini top that was several cup sizes too small and barely covered her large tits; and a white tank top which was so tight you could clearly see the outline of her tiny bikini and bore the unflattering print in large red letters 'LOSER'. Finally, on the stool nearest the host and Sophie sat Kim, dry but her face still covered in blueberry cream pie, still looking slightly spaced out from the intense orgasm she'd just experienced at the hands (and hose) of Steph.
Speaking of Steph and her friends - the screen above the losers showed the winners in the green room. Susannah, Julie & Anne were sat in robes with their feet up sipping champagne. Steph - as the team leader, sat on what looked like a throne wearing red robe, and a tiara over her show outfit. They were clearly enjoying watching the show on the large plasma TV as opposed the partaking in it. The girls backstage giggled at Kim's expression as the camera showed how dazed she was and clinked glasses with Steph.
Andrew joked with the losing girls "Well, it took you girls long enough to get ready, we had to take an extended ad break!".
"That was my fault Andrew" piped up Alison - "as my hair and makeup were being touched up - and I didn't expect to be nude, I asked the girls to give my bush a quick trim".
The audience laughed at this revelation. Kim piped up with "If you were getting landscaped, why not just get them to wax it, take it off?", she said, spreading her legs slightly to show before the show had started she'd already waxed all her hair off, knowing, unlike her lifelines, that she might be getting naked.
Allison replied "Nothing wrong with a bit of fur on your fanny - show everyone you're a *real* woman, not a little girl, or some slutty pornstar..." - The crowd "whoah"ed at Allison's catty comment at Kim.
"Now now girls! Calm down Right, Sophie - there is one more thing I should say before you pick your forfeit" Andrew said brandishing a permanent marker
"Only Fiona is so far showing she's a loser" he continued - pointing at her shirt "So where do you want me to write 'loser' on *you*?"
Sophie looked shocked, but knew it was going to happen, no use resisting. She thought for a second, then said, looking pleased with herself "under my left foot!" The crowd erupted in laughter.
Andrew hadn't thought that through and couldn't ignore it - "Ahhhh Fair's fair quick thinking Sophie, so give me your left foot please" She did so, and as he held her foot he slowly wrote loser on the underside of her foot making her giggle at the touch of the marker. Turning to the stools and moving next to Kim - "Kim - where would you like it written on you?"
Kim, laughing, followed Sophie's lead replying "Under my right foot, please". She too giggled as he wrote on her foot before turning too Allison.
Before he had even asked the question Alison had replied "My tits!" The audience laughed loudly. Andrew surprised, but certainly not complaining, did just what she asked - writing LOSER on her massive G cups. First L and O on her right breast, then Allison helpfully squeezed them together so he wrote the S partly on the right partly in the left, then finally E R on the left tit. The winners clearly loved this, and could be seen laughing on the screen as the losers were written on.
Andrew turned back to Sophie - "Well - now that's done, Sophie please spin the wheel and pick your forfeit"
Sophie gave the wheel a gentle spin, almost as though she thought that would lessen the forfeit, she picked an envelope out and handed it to the waiting host. Reading what the card said Andrew couldn't help but start to laugh
"Oh, Sophie! Fate is being very cruel again here, I'm sure we all remember Fiona's ironic forfeit. Well we have another one here! Could someone get me the large novelty sponge dice please?"
Sophie had no idea what he was on about, but she certainly didn't like the sound of it. The sole female stagehand came out holding a massive foam dice that was nearly as big as she was. Not that that would have been too hard - she couldn't have been 5 feet tall herself. She scuttled quickly back off stage after placing the dice in front of Andrew.
"OK Sophie - you are going to roll the dice. If you throw a one - your forfeit will be executed by 1 fellow loser. Throw a 2 it'll be executed by two fellow losers, 3 earns you *all* the other losers punishing you"
Sophie still didn't know what that punishment would be though She picked up the dice to roll but then a thought occurred to her "So what happens if I throw a four, five or six?"
Andrew had rather hoped she wouldn't ask that - as this forfeit had actually counted on both teams being present. Zoe really hadn't worded these very well and one team being backstage wasn't particularly helpful. So, thinking on his feet he amended the rules "If you throw a four I, as your loyal host, will join in to punish you as well! Throw a 5 and the lovely Rose" Sophie looked puzzled, so Andrew quickly clarified "Rose being the lovely girl who brought you the dice she will punish you as well, and if you throw a six - you have to throw again. Now, on this second roll - if you throw one 1 through 5 that counts as if you'd thrown it the first time, but throw a *second* six and you will be on a chair for your punishment"
"Ok - I get that but what *is* my punishment?" Sophie asked, getting more and more worried
Andrew smiled to himself and teased - "I do have that information, do you want me to give it to you" Sophie, getting agitated pleaded - "Yes! Please give it to me"
Quick as a flash Andrew picked up a pie from behind his dais and flung it at Sophie.
Splat! It was a direct hit to her face!
Sophie cleared her eyes, cream dripping from her immaculately made-up face onto her neck and bare chest.
"I'm sorry Sophie but you did demand I give it you" Andrew was fighting to keep a straight face; both Sophie's fellow losers and the winners were in stitches as was the audience. "The classics really don't get old!" Joked Andrew to the audience.
"Does that answer your question?" Andrew asked - having regained his composure
"Yes" came the clearly pissed off reply "Couldn't you have just *told* me I'd get pied by 1 to 5 five people?"
Smiling from ear to ear Andrew calmly replied "Sure, but then I wouldn't have gotten you to say the magic words that I won't repeat"
Still annoyed - Sophie picked up the dice and threw it, it landed on 6. You could see her anxiousness rise, so picking up the dice she rolled it again "please 6 please 6 please 6" she chanted as a mantra as the dice continued to roll. It slowed - looked like it was going to be a four then a last topple over to reveal six! She'd thrown a double six! She jumped in joy, forgetting she was naked for a moment then quickly remembering when the crowd went wild at the sight of her bouncing boobs.
"I'm glad you're happy Sophie, please take your seat" said Andrew as a seat was carried out by two stagehands one male, one female. The sole female stagehand, Rose, as we now knew her name was - joined Andrew on stage. Andrew put his arm round her shoulder and joked "Sorry I had to drag you into this Rose - I'll let you get your own back on Zoe later for causing this"
Rose was tiny - standing at an elfin 4 foot 12 inches (about 152cm for you metric lovers); she was ebony skinned, with long black hair, but had striking light blue eyes which stood out very well against her dark skin tone.
She wasn't dressed to appear on TV really, she had on black hiking boots, black cargo shorts and a black baggy show shirt like Andrew had worn (till it got soaked by Susannah). She had her hair scraped up a scruffy bun to keep it out of the way while working
Rose replied - "No problem Andrew, you're only covering for that bimbo anyway. You're doing very well by the way, but I can't for the life of me understand what these girls see in you", digging him in the ribs with her elbow - winding him up.
Andrew didn't rise to the dig at his attractiveness (or lack thereof) - "Yeah, thanks I was so nervous to start with, but I think it's going alright, isn't it?" He still clearly wasn't very confident, you could just tell by how he asked.
Rose smiled and reassured him, turning from winding him up to gentle encouragement "Yeah you're doing fine - you really are, don't worry so much".
While this work conversation was going on, Sophie had sat down in her chair, gripping the seat between her legs with both hands tightly. This seemed to remind Andrew to continue to host the show as opposed to talking about it with Rose. He nodded to the stagehands - who much to Sophie's shock - picked up the chair with the naked girl in it and carried her back to the dais where they set it down. As soon they had done so they quickly pulled some rope from their cargo short pockets and each tied one of Sophie's legs to the leg of the chair.
"Hey, what gives?!" exclaimed Sophie
Andrew gave Sophie a look and said "Oh Sophie - you didn't think throwing two sixes was going to be *positive* for you did you?" Sophie clearly had done, and now the realization it really wouldn't had dawned, she looked rather defeated. Still - is being tied to a chair that bad? She thought to herself.
Andrew asked "Sophie, be a dear and stand up for us". She did as requested; it looked a little strange, her standing there with her legs tied to the chair frame. Andrew walked up to the chair and slid a small latch across from the seat. The seat of the chair popped up like a car bonnet, he lifted the seat up and leaned it against the backrest - revealed that under the seat was a small rubber protrusion. To fit in the space under the seat it was shallow so the sybian, for that's what this was - didn't have a full-size dildo attached to it but what only be described as a knuckle covered in small bumps and extrusion. Backstage Andrew had heard the props department describe it as 'the ultimate sex toy', he'd heard someone in that very department had actually road tested it to see if it would be good to use in the show. The prop people had remained tight-lipped over exactly *who* had done the testing, despite his best efforts he'd not been able to figure it out. When he even pointed out there weren't that many woman that worked on the show and given time he'd figure it out; in reply the prop department head simply told him that men both straight and gay apparently found the vibration on their balls while jerking off very stimulating as well, so it could have been anyone. Maybe they'd even passed it round and all had a try, who'd ever know? At any rate the unsuspecting Sophie had a date with this sex toy, and he was looking forward to surprising her with it. She had no idea what was happening.
Just one thing remained; he carefully took a custard cream pie out of its tin and laid it cream-side up on top of the sybian. He asked Sophie "Could you hold of this for me sweetie?" as he handed her the empty pie tin. Taking it from him, she put two and two together and immediately understood he'd placed a pie on the seat so she would soon be sitting down on a pie.
"Sophie, please have a seat again" Andrew asked having walked back to his dais
"What, sit on the *pie* you put there?" Sophie asked. She couldn't do much to avoid sitting on it, but at least he wouldn't surprise anyone now she thought to herself - a small victory. She slowly lowered herself onto the pie, as soon as she touched the cold cream and custard with her bum she squealed and shot up again "Sit down please Sophie" said Andrew meaningfully, giving her a look. Deciding she'd better do it or maybe worse would follow, she let go of the armrests, took a deep breath and let her arse drop heavily to the seat. Cream and custard splattered out in all directions, up into her pussy and bum, eliciting another squeal from her - longer this time as the discomfort remained. Sitting in the cold mess, she felt a slight bump under her pussy. This feels a bit weird she thought, must be a bit of crust. Well, at least it didn't feel as cold anymore now.
Andrew informed Sophie "Well done Sophie - you've found my pie! I'm the first, only four more people to pie you now! Oh, one more thing, I'll turn the power on now"
Power? What power? thought Sophie. She didn't have long to wait to find out - Andrew walked up next to her seat, crouched down and picked up a box with a switch and a dial. He flicked the switch and a buzzing noise emanated from the sybian as it began to vibrate.
"Ooooooooooooooooooh Whhaaat the fuck is this?" moaned Sophie, feeling the sybian - for that was what the lump she could feel had transpired to be, rather than a lump of crust - vibrating the cream and custard in and around her pussy. Quickly, Andrew on one side and Rose on the other cuffed her hands to the chair arms before she could react. "Ooooh turn it off, pleeeease ohhhh" she moaned
Andrew, now feeling pretty turned on and fighting the urge to go rub Sophie's tits while she was being brought (hopefully) to orgasm gloated "That - my poor Sophie, is a sybian, and it's staying on. Not only is it staying on but it's going to get more intense! After each person pies you we'll raise the power setting"
Turning to the losers barstools he first addressed the blond MILF with the huge tits, proudly bearing the word "LOSER"
"Now Allison - before you pie your friend, I have an offer for you" Andrew said while walking back to his dais. "You can either pie Sophie now, or you can throw the dice If you throw a 3 or lower you have to pie yourself! But if you throw a 4 or higher you get an extra pie for Sophie. Understood?"
Allison nodded vigorously making her tits emblazoned with LOSER jiggle up and down. She rolled the dice, which stopped on 5.
"Well done Allison, two pies for Sophie!" said Andrew
She immediately rolled again, it stopping at 6.
"Yes that's good thinking Allison, you can roll as many times as you like, or until you throw 3 or lower"
Sophie put her head in her hands as Andrew said this. Before he could finish Alison had rolled again, this time a 2, to Sophie's relief.
"Okay Allison that means three pies for Sophie AND three pies for you! I tried to tell you that could happen but you'd already rolled Please pie yourself 3 times and then pie Sophie 3 times!"
If Allison was disappointed she certainly hid it well, she picked up a chocolate cream pie from the trolley that had been wheeled in front of the dais and smashed it straight into her face, causing cream and chocolate pudding to splatter out over her face and onto the floor. She then picked up what seemed to be two large frothy coconut cream pies and smashed them on either side of her head, making it the filling in a coconut cream sandwich. She clearly didn't mind getting messy; in fact she seemed to be quite enjoying it, not to mention she liked the attention it got her .
Andrew laughed and complimented her "You're a natural Allison! But are you as good at pieing someone else rather than yourself? There's only one way to find out - pick your pies, and let Sophie have it! "
Allison smiled - or so it seemed - it was hard to tell under all the pie cream, she'd only bothered to clear her eyes. The rest of her face had been left splattered thickly in cream and filling, not to mention the spatters on her hair and neck. She picked up two pies and walked up to Sophie from behind. Sophie could sense something what was coming, but couldn't see behind her. She was still trying not to be distracted by the sybian but it clearly did provide enough of a distraction as
Smack! Smack!
She was taken completely by surprise! She'd expected Allison to come in front of her and pie her, but instead Allison stopped just behind Sophie, reached round and smashed two greenish cream pies into her tits. Sophie gasped as the cold cream made contact with her breasts, and then gasped as Allison began massaging them in liberally. Sophie felt her nipples go hard once more, which had to be the cold she tried to convince herself, as Allison squeezed Sophie's breasts and gently stroked her nipples. I am NOT getting turned on by having my close friend massaging cream into my tits! Without warning Allison stopped, she had gone back to pick a third pie. She asked the stagehand who'd brought the pie cart to the stage a question, inaudible to the audience. He pointed at a slightly flatter pie which was topped with spray on whipped cream unlike most others. Carefully picking it up Allison returned to Sophie, this time standing in front of her.
"Sorry honey, but is going to look so hot" Allison said to Sophie, who didn't get what she was on about. Allison flipped the pie upside down and placed it firmly on Sophie's formerly immaculate hair. She didn't rub it in, instead left it in place, only wiggling the tin off. As soon as Alison did remove the tin Sophie could feel something slowly, horribly, dripping in rivulets down her hair and over her face. She couldn't smell anything due to the pie Andrew had 'let her have' in her face earlier, but some of it drizzled past her lips and her tongue darted out to tentatively taste it. Chocolate syrup, at least it was nice As it reached her tits she could see to confirm it was indeed chocolate syrup, which contrasted well with her pale green tits.
"How could you Alli?" moaned Sophie "My hair will be ruined!" Without a word of warning Allison reached over and turned the dial of the sybian; raising the power level and eliciting another loud "OOOOhh" from Sophie. Allison moved in close and gave her a peck on the cheek, whispering in her ear "I wouldn't worry about your hair honey, just focus on not cumming on TV in front of all these people! You wouldn't want people to think you're slut like Kimmy would you?"
The look of terror and anger Sophie gave Allison would have terrified a lesser woman; but Allison however just laughing after taunting Sophie, leaving her with green tits; a mostly intact pie sat atop her head dripping chocolate syrup down her face and torso; and continued all the way back to sit on her stool.
Andrew then summoned the next loser "Okay, Fiona! It's your turn. Will you roll the die or will you have mercy?"
Fiona, the only clothed team member, asked ruefully "I suppose having mercy means only hitting her with one pie doesn't it?"
"Not necessarily" suggested Andrew "you, unlike Allison or Kim, still have clothing! So if you roll the dice and roll a 1 you will lose one item of clothing, roll a 2 and it's two items, roll a 3, and you guessed it you lose 3 items. Now, if you roll a 4 you'll get pied *and* lose an item of clothing, 5 the same but lose 2 items, and if you roll a 6 - you will get naked and pied. Or you could just pie Sophie I'm sure she won't mind"
Andrew smiled those rules were of his own devising, right off the cuff there and he mentally patted himself on the back at his own quick thinking. This would mean more mess, more skin, or both! He felt he was starting to get the hang of this.
Fiona thought for a second "Uhhh okay, I'll do it" she said, sounding unsure
"You'll do *what* my dear?" asked Andrew - hoping she'd roll the dice and get a 6
"I'll roll" and with that Sophie picked up the dice to large applause from the audience, who were momentarily distracted from watching Sophie squirm. Fiona rolled it it looked like was going to be a six, balanced on one corner. Andrew could hardly contain his excitement but then it tumbled over one more time to a 4.
Andrew, slightly disappointed, but still happy as it meant Fiona was going to lose clothing and get pied, beamed "Lose the shirt". Fiona did as she was told, she struggled out of the tight white shirt and went to sit down again "Hold it!" Andrew said firmly brandishing his marker again "Your shirt is off, and we wouldn't want any confusion - so where may I write on you?"
Halfway back to her chair already she stopped; rolled her eyes and resignedly gave the host her right arm. He managed to elongate the letters so they spread from should to wrist.
Andrew reminded Fiona - "Nowbefore you head back to your seat, would you be so kind as to ratchet the sybian up another level". Smiling, Andrew saw her annoyed look "You never tried to avoid that dear, you only asked not to have to pie her" Hanging her head, Fiona realised he was correct, so she trudged over to the control. She said "Sorry" to Sophie earnestly, and turned the dial up another level, eliciting louder cries of "Aaaaahah aaaaa's" from Sophie, although this time with an edge of enjoyment in them.
Apologising once more, Fiona headed back to her seat and went to sit down. Just before her pink, rosy, thong-clad buttocks touched the seat, Rose - with reflexes like a cat - quickly slide a pie onto her stool. Fiona's eyes shot wide with shock as her bum made contact with the raspberry cream pie, sinking into the mounds of fluffy whipped cream and sticky raspberry. The force of her sitting into it caused a white and red plume of cream to squirt out in front of the stool from between her thighs. "Ooooh " she exclaimed, her mouth a wide O sounding not unlike Sophie had just done with just an edge of something that might have been pleasure in there. She scowled at Andrew, and at Rose who appeared from behind her, taunting Fiona saying "Well we did say needed to pie yourself. Now that you have done so, you can remain seated. I'm sure the raspberry cream will soothe your sore bum"
Scowling, Fiona was furious with herself - if she'd been more attentive she could have just pied herself in the face, or leg! She wouldn't have this feeling of cream and fruit slowly seeping into her rear end and pussy, around the skimpy thong and the slightly wider fabric at the front.
Andrew had already turned his attention to Kim, "Now Kim - you don't have any clothes to negotiate with so please tell us, will you be rolling the dice or sticking to one pie for Sophie here?"
Kim's answer came quickly - she'd obviously thought about this "I'll roll! She took every opportunity to punish me for no reason whatsoever"
Andrew interrupted her "No she didn't! That was Fiona, and actually I believe Fiona definitely had her reasons for punishing you"
Kim looked embarrassed for a moment - realising he was right. "You're right" she conceded "I don't understand how that could have slipped my mind; my bum is still a bit sore"
Andrew quickly interjected "Would you like a pie for that? I'm sure Fiona can recommend it for a sore bum!" Fiona, looking uncomfortable sat in her pie, gave Andrew the finger.
Kim gave him a wry smile, but replied "No thank you! I'll just pie Sophie and be done with this round so I can get cleaned up"
With that she strolled over to an orange buttercream-looking pie, walked over to Sophie, moved the dial up a notch electing loader moans from Sophie . She seemed to be starting to give into the pleasure. "Sorry about accusing you of doing what Fiona did Sophie".
Panting, Sophie replied "Just pie me already so I can get off this thing! I'm not a slut like yoo.."
SPLAT!
Sophie having just undone any goodwill she may have hoped for from Kim - Kim absolutely smashed the pie into Sophie's face before she could finish, and turned the dial on the sybian up another notch for good measure "We'll see who's the slut!" Kim hissed - before storming back to her stool.
"Well that just leaves you, Rose" said Andrew.
The petite ebony girl immediately picked up a pie and made to walk over to Sophie.
"Sorry Rose - but as member of the show you *have* to roll the dice at least once"
Rose cheerily picked up the dice "OK - no skin off my nose but you didn't roll for your pie that you put on Sophie's seat either. So here after you!" she said shoving the dice at the host.
"Yes well I suppose that's fair" Andrew sounded rather hesitant, but he threw the dice, landing on a 1. His face fell.
"I'll give you the option you gave Fiona" Rose offered in her sweetest voice "lose the shirt and roll again. If you lose - I'll smush this custard & whipped cream pie in your chest. Win - and you can pie Sophie again!"
Andrew did as he was told - starting to unbutton his shirt, the production team quickly threw 'You Can Leave Your Hat On' by Tom Jones onto the PA system to tease Andrew as he stripped out of his shirt. Much to his chagrin, Andrew - once again shirtless, picked up the dice and rolled.
1!
The dice had barely stopped moving as Rose took her opportunity to pie her boss
Splat! Right in the chest!
True to her word Rose used her hands to rub it all over his chest. Much like the chocolate syrup 'pie' that Allison had upturned on Sophie's head before - this was just a pie tin filled with custard, topped with spray on whipped cream rather than a proper pastry case. Rose giggled as she spread the goo around on his chest and belly, leaving his black chest and belly hairs covered in custard and matted to his body. Andrew did see the one upside of Rose gleefully spreading it over his chest at least it was evenly dispersed and didn't drip onto his trousers.
"Ok thank you for that Rose, I'll remember it when I fill your evaluation report" Andrew said in a mock threatening voice. Continuing, he instructed Rose "Your turn to throw - and you'd better be quick! I don't Sophie's going to last much longer"
Looking at Sophie, it was clear she had indeed just about given in to the pleasure, and it might only be a matter of time before the inevitable happened. Rose took her cue and threw a 6 knowing time was of the essence as Sophie squirmed and moaned on the seat, covered in pie; Rose quickly grabbed the dice and threw once more, giving a 2. Rose knew it was her turn now although she didn't mind getting messy, to be honest it was one of the reasons she'd applied for the job, but she'd always wondered whether if she was the only female applicant, that also might have gotten her the job.
She eagerly picked up a pie and was just about to smash it into her own face when Andrew stopped her "Ah ah! I didn't get to pie myself, so why should you? Are you taking anything off or just taking both pies?"
Rose immediately shot back "Both pies please!"
Andrew looked disappointed - he'd only ever seen Rose in her baggy unflattering work gear and was rather curious to see what was underneath Maybe later he thought to himself "Okay Fiona! Would you mind giving me a hand?"
The camera quickly panned to Fiona catching her surprised look
Andrew explained - "If you'd be so kind as to pull Rose's shorts open at the back, and I'll slip a pie in - OK?"
Fiona, eager to get payback on Rose - stood like a shot and raced towards her. She pulled the back of Rose's shorts towards her, awaiting Andrew and the pie he'd said he would slide in. Seeing Rose's bum clad in a pair of black satin knickers, she reached for those as well. Feeling Fiona grip the waistband of her knickers, Rose turned her head and begged Fiona "Oh no! Oh please, no! Not into my knickers! I'm begging you!" Fiona smiled cruelly at Rose, enjoying the chance for some payback, and firmly pulled those out to expose Rose's naked behind. Rose also smiled, although to herself Just what I wanted, she thought. So eager was Fiona, in fact, that she momentarily forgot the pie she had been sat on which had in fact come with her when she'd stood up and rushed over. It had stuck to her bum until gravity won out and it dropped to the floor with a splat - giving the audience a view of her curvy thong-clad, raspberry and cream-pied butt. Still - worth it to get payback she thought. Andrew had selected the same two pies as Rose had used on him runny custard filling a pie tin topped with spray cream. Holding the tin, he took a moment to look into the gap Fiona had created, under the guise of aiming, but really taking a good look at her full backside, before tipping the tin, letting custard ooze out into the back of Rose's pants. Rose let out a little coo at the feeling of the yellow custard lapping again her dark skin. Andrew then picked up the second pie and instructed Fiona to open the front of Rose's shorts. Fiona once again gripped the waistband of Rose's panties as well and pulled them out, to expose her pussy. Rose protested, although only half-heartedly this time. Andrew took a little longer to prep his "aim" this time, entranced by the dark skin of Rose's womanhood, and surprised at the fact she'd completely waxed her pussy. "Ahem!" said Rose, clearing her throat, before Andrew quickly poured the custard into the front of Rose's knickers, to squeals of delight from Rose as she felt the custard flood in and nestle against her sensitive labia. Fiona went back to her stool, went to sit and nearly slipped off due to her still cream covered butt, only just catching and stabilising herself. Puzzled at Rose's reaction she looked confused - who could enjoy some cold custard down their pants? She thought. Rose meanwhile, was busy rubbing her shorts and pulling them up to make the most of the situation.
Andrew felt bad having to stop the show Rose was putting on, enjoying the custard in her own special way; but there was a girl to punish! "In your own time Rose - would you please pie the poor girl and get it over with?"
Snapping back to her job - Rose picked out two chocolate looking pies; one dark and one milk chocolate by the looks of things. She sashayed her way over to Sophie, swaying her hips and bum as much as she could, to try and get the maximum amount of joy out of the custard down her pants.
Sophie sat there biting her lip, desperately trying not to give in to the pleasure, trying hard not to cum. Rose knew what she was about to do to this girl was cruel, but at the same time she would have loved to switch places with her God, sitting on that sybian, getting pleasured and pied at the same time, what heaven! - although Rose knew she'd prefer it be in private and not on display like this, although the idea of being so helpless and exposed in front of the audience was making her pussy tingle. She took out a towel from her cargo shorts pocket and wiped Sophie's face clean, smiling at Sophie Rose said "There that's better, isn't it! We want you to be recognisable when you cum. Oh, and I'd better raise the dial!"
Sophie tried to shake her head but couldn't bring herself to do it, the pleasure was too intense. Her mouth was moving wordlessly as Rose put the sybian intensity up another notch she had to start biting down hard on her lip, trying not to make a sound. She so badly wanted to deny Rose and everyone else watching the satisfaction. It was at that moment that Rose pushed the dark chocolate pie into Sophie's crotch. Her eyes shot open and she had to fight with all her being to not let out a load groan of ecstasy; her mouth open in a perfect soundless O shape. Rose carefully eased the second - milk chocolate - pie out of its tin, and then removed the first pie's tin along with some of the filling. Sophie, fighting harder and harder not to come - felt somewhat relieved that this girl clearly felt sorry for her. This illusion was short lived though - as Rose gently balanced the second pie upright, resting against Sophie's pie-splattered crotch. Rose didn't push it in or rub it in - was this supposed to be an act of kindness? Rose then reached for the sybian controls and turned the dial all the way down. The audience let out something of a mixed reaction, somewhere between sympathy for Sophie, and disappointment at Sophie and them being denied release. The relief on Sophie's face was clear to see - she'd done it, she'd managed to hold back and not come. The ordeal was over.
This relief was short-lived, as with a wicked grin to Sophie, Rose turned the dial all the up past where it been, all the way to maximum power which was a good 3 or 4 notches higher than it had been. She wasn't finished though she then shoved her hand through the bottom of the pie crust covering Sophie's crotch, finding Sophie's pussy and immediately sliding two, then three fingers into Sophie. Starting to finger bang her, she chuckled at Sophie's reaction as she worked gooey chocolate and cream into Sophie's canal with her fingers. This was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back; it had broken Sophie's will entirely. She was now lustfully screaming bloody murder, actively writhing and grinding into the sybian whilst Rose continued to penetrate her with her fingers. Rose's fingers slid in and out of Sophie's pussy easily, lubricated by lots of cream and chocolate, and Sophie's cunt gripped Rose's hand tightly, her walls rippling, millimeters from orgasm. Never in Sophie's life had she been so turned on! She was in trouble she was starting to feel a pressure sensation like she needed to pee, but she'd just been before coming back onstage! This was agonizing heaven, the cameras the people the shame the embarrassment it all melted away, all she could hope is that this feeling would never stop. Rose's hand slowed and made as if to pull it out, teasing Sophie
"DON'T STOP, PLEASE!!!" Sophie screamed at her. This had been Rose's plan all along - the complete debasement of Sophie - turning her into to her willing pleasure slave. Rose eagerly pushed her hand back inside Sophie and continued masturbating her. She leaned over and started to lick Sophie's earlobe whispering into it "Cum for me! You know you want to cum for me babe". The pressure continued to build, until she felt like she might burst, until Sophie just couldn't fight it any more. She didn't hold back, giving into the urge, and her pussy clamped tight on Rose's fingers, and she came. Much to Rose (and everybody else not least of all Sophie's great surprise) not did Sophie cum, she came extremely hard, harder than any other time in her life; squirting all over Rose's hand, the sybian, and the floor. She was bucking and jerking uncontrollably, she was letting out grunts, groans and growls like a wild animal as she had an uncontrollable full-body intense orgasm. She kept coming and squirting for what seemed like forever. Slowly, the orgasm subsided and she slowed her movements, panting, and flopped back into the seat, completely spent. Rose turned the machine off with her free hand, keeping the other in place inside Sophie causing Sophie to fitfully shock and shudder at the contact with her oversensitive pussy and clit. Finally slowly removing her hand, Rose lifted it to show the audience. It was covered in pussy juice, Sophie's ejaculate, chocolate and cream, and she turned and firmly wiped it into Sophie's face - a final degrading action. Sophie was too spent to resist so couldn't do anything but take it. Two large male stagehands picked up the chair with Sophie still slumped in it and carried her off stage, presumably to be cleaned up. As they left Rose shouted after her "I'll see you in a minute to clean up, and play some more" with a giggle. Sophie didn't respond, she was completely out of energy.
Andrew picked up the mic "Well, I don't know about you, but I think we could use a break after that! Please join us in a minute because we've still got plenty of show left! Oh, ladies and gentlemen, please give a round of boos for the sadistic Rose!" A plethora of boos rained down from the audience who actually felt sorry for poor Sophie, and the show faded to adverts while Rose curtsied to the audience, playing to them - only increasing the boos before heading off stage.

***


Andrew welcomed the viewers back the effects of Sophie's forfeit still being felt around the studio. "Wow! What a show so far!" said Andrew to the camera, and the audience in the studio cheered loudly to show their agreement and approval.
"We promised it earlier, so I think it's time to bring out our winning team's lifelines, who have graciously agreed to play a few more games with a promise of a big donation to charity for the winner! And to keep things interesting, the big loser of this game will have to join our hapless losing team for their ultimate punishment. So please, folks, give the girls a big hand!"
The audience cheered as loud as they ever had to welcome Susannah, Julie and Anne back to the stage. Dressed in fluffy white bathrobes to keep them warm in the green room backstage, they'd been sipping champagne given to them by the show to celebrate their victory (and unknown to them to help loosen them up so they'd agree to play some more games) backstage, and brought their drinks out with them. All three had already had a glass and were onto their second, and the bubbles had gone straight to their heads.
Andrew explained "Our first physical game will be an old favourite Twister! However, as with anything on Lifeline, this one will have a messy twist". The three girls giggled, clearly a little tipsy.
The female stagehand rolled on an upright wheel which looked very similar to the familiar Twister spinner, but with a couple of extra zones on it. Andrew turned to the wheel and said "So, I will spin the wheel and call out the instructions to our players here, but as I'll need to keep an eye on the girls to make sure no body parts touch the ground that shouldn't, I'm going to need some help"
"Chris!" he continued, pointing to a guy in the front row "Chris! You noisy bastard, get your arse up here". The people on the front row turned to look, they'd wondered why a single man had been sat there in a front row made up only of stunning twentysomething model-looking ladies (the station loved to have a good-looking front row). Chris was a friend of Andrew's, and he stood, finished the bottle of beer that he'd brought into the studio from the bar during the intermission, and walked up onto the stage.
Andrew placed one hand on Chris' shoulder, and said "Chris here was the one who encouraged me to get into TV production work, he came to see me work on my first live show as a runner. I don't think he expected to see me hosting!" Chris smiled and shook his head "So, I think it's fair I repay the favour, and let him administer a couple of messy punishments on these three lovely young ladies"
The three girls appraised Chris. He was shorter than Andrew, 5'8, with gelled up spiky brown hair. He was well-built, clearly spent some time in the gym as his muscular arms and broad shoulders filled the tailored button-down checkered shirt he was wearing, along with a pair of black trousers and brogues. His pierced ears and brown goatee did lend him an alternative/punk vibe. Looking down the line at the three girls, Julie gave him a polite smile and nod of the head, Sussanah gave him an exaggerated "helllooooo", with one hand running through the hair behind her head. His eyes met with Anne, and the dark blonde gave him a smile. He smiled back, and didn't notice Anne's eyes linger on him longer than the other two girls.
"So, shall we start?" said Andrew, calling the girls to order "Time to lose those bathrobes girls! Back to the state you were in went you went off". The three girls drained the last of their champagne flutes and handed them to the stagehand to take off. Then the three reached to the cord tying shut their bathrobes. Julie and Anne undid theirs with little ceremony to strip to their grey lingerie. Both were toned, and fit. The three girls all knew each other, and Steph, from a local athletics team. All were in good physical condition, flexible and strong - so this game would be very competitive.
Susannah had turned her back to the audience, facing Chris who was opposite, and opened the robe to flash the audience-member-cum-helper. He smiled as Susannah exposed herself, and tilted his head to one side and back again, as if appraising the view of this beautiful girl. He couldn't help enjoying the view of Susannah's amazing body full-frontal, and his gaze swept down from her smiling face, down to those ripe breasts, down to her smooth toned belly, and down to her crotch and smooth legs. He opened ogled her, and she smiled at the reaction from Chris and asked "Enjoying the view?". He nodded hugely, with a grin, and replied "What's not to like?" if only I could get Andrew to react like that Susannah thought.
Dropping the robe she showed her smooth bare back to the audience, as well as her naked buttocks. The audience not bored with seeing Susannah nude gave her another cheer. Teasing Chris one more time she squeezed her breasts together with her upper arms, before wrapping one arms round herself to cover her chest, and the other hand snaked down to her crotch, gently fondling herself for a stroke or two with her free hand, again for Chris' benefit. Chris' eyes nearly popped out of his head yep, I've still got it thought Susannah just need to figure Andrew out. Her hand at her crotch then stayed into place to cover herself up. Playing coy, she turned round to face the audience with one arm covering her chest and the other hand covering her crotch.
Anne and Julie look at each other and rolled their eyes, but then burst into giggles. The champagne had definitely loosened them up a little bit, and they were up for this game.
Andrew started the game "Anne you're up first!". Andrew would spin the wheel, and if a limb and a colour, the girls would place that extremity on that colour:
Anne left foot red
Susannah left foot green
Julie right hand blue
Anne right foot yellow
Susannah right hand blue
Julie right hand green
After a couple of moves Susannah was now stood with one hand on the floor, her naked arse pointing towards the audience, and giving a not-too-demure view of her entire lower region. Julie was crouched down with only one hand on the floor, and Anne was stood upright, not even with her feet spread too far apart, so far having the most comfortable time.
The wheel was spun, and it stopped on "pie". Andrew smiled, and said "Anne, you've landed on one of our messy squares so Chris, would you kindly give Anne a pie". Chris picked up a pie and walked up to Anne on the mat. He hefted it, unused to the weight and having never pied anyone before. Anne was all smiles and said "Is that for me?" Chris smiled and lifted it, ready to throw. "Go on then, give it to me!" she giggled, teasing him and playing up. Chris thrust the pie forward, splattering it into Anne's face, causing white cream to splatter all over her dark blonde hair along with the chocolate filling below. Anne remained stable and didn't fall over. A little cream fell on the mat, and it was now clear that if things got too messy it was going to get much harder not to slip.
"Mmm tasty!" chuckled Anne, wiping some cream and chocolate off her face and sticking her finger in her mouth. "want some?" she asked Chris, offering a finger. The audience woo-ed. Chris smiled at this girl, she was pretty, so who was he to refuse? She slowly placed her finger in his mouth letting him suck the cream off her finger, while Susannah and Julie laughed at Anne's flirtation.
After a couple more moves, Susannah found herself on all fours, with Julie also on all fours just in front of her. Julie's turn was spun, the square was "slime". Chris picked up a bucket of pink coloured slime and standing next to Julie, poured it over her back. As she was on all fours most of it ran over her back, and ran down her neck to fall to the floor. But some ran down and to Julie's panty-clad bottom. Susannah's head was below Julie's bum and the slime splattered over Susannah's head. She shrieked as the pink slime covered her auburn hair, and shook her head, splattering slime everywhere. Julie, seeing through her legs what was happening, began to twerk, grinding her bum forward and back, up and down, basically rubbing the slime into Susannah's face using her rear end. Susannah let out a muffled splutter, shocked at the nerve of her friend, then having an idea to get her back, opened her mouth and gently bit Julie on the bum. Julie shrieked, and jumped. The forward motion, combined with the slime plopping on the mat, caused her hand to slip, followed by her opposite foot, and she slid into a heap on the mat.
"We have a fall!" said Andrew excitedly. "Julie, up you get, you have been eliminated and will have to play another game to make sure you don't end up in the final punishment with Fiona, Alison, and Sophie"
Julie trudged off backstage to wait and see who her opponent would be in the final of the winner's team tournament. Would it be Susannah, the nude redhead, or Anne, radiant in her pink lingerie? The game continued. Andrew called the two remaining contestants back to order, they'd start again from standing now one player had been eliminated. They did note that none of the mess from the spilt pie or the pink slime had been cleaned off of the mat, so the difficulty would now be much higher due to the mat now being way slipperier.
Anne spun left foot red
Stepping her foot onto a red circle, she already felt it slide slightly from the spilled slime, but soon she gained traction and stood stable.
Susannah spun "PIE" before any other instructions. Shrugging, Chris picked up a pie and walked up to Susannah on the mat. He stood next to her as she played up to the crowd, placing her hands on her cheeks as if to say "Oh no! Not the pie!" Andrew asked Susannah - "Where do you want it?" She giggled to herself, and replied loudly and confidently "I'm not fussy my place your place up against the wall in the dressing room right here on the floor in front of all these people" the crowd roared at Susannah's innuendo "wherever you like, Andy". Andrew turned beet red once more, and quietly clarified " come on I mean, where on your body" Susannah quick as a whip replied "Anywhere you want in my mouth, in my pussy, or my bum Oh, you meant the pie!" she smiled naughtily "Same answer really, in my face, on my arse, my tits your choice, just make sure you do it hard!" Both Chris and Andrew were having to shift to fight a quickly growing erection, but Chris had a job to do he pulled back and slapped the blueberry cream pie right into Susannah's tits. Cream splattered up her neck and down her tummy also a good six feet behind her due to the force of the hit. She wobbled but didn't go down. She moaned erotically, and continued to as Chris massaged the pie in the tin all over her perfectly-formed large breasts. As Chris reluctantly dropped the tin, she put her hands behind her head and turned towards Andrew saying "Want a lick?" Andrew almost had to turn away at that point to hide the crisis in his trousers. The audience cheered loudly. Turning to Chris she said "How about you, big boy?". He wasn't going to turn down this invitation! Poking his tongue out he went to run it up the side of her left breast, but as he drew closer she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into her tits. His open mouth closed on her nipple, more by accident than design but she moaned in pleasure, and cradled his head tight against her, rubbing more cream into his face. His mouth closed as soon as he realized what had happened but Susannah continued to rub her erect nipples and breasts into his face for a couple of seconds, looking clearly over at Andrew, wishing it were his face in her chest. When she released him Chris' face had been well-creamed. Spluttering as the audience laughed, he cleared his eyes and flicked some of the pie back at Susannah.
Andrew wasn't sure where to look, his cock had hardened once again at Susannah's teasing, and truth be told, he wouldn't have minded one bit if it had been his face buried in those creamy tits. Stepping back to the wheel without a word he resolved to just carry on with the game.
Anne spun left hand green. It was a clean area of the mat so at least it was easy for her to crouch down and place her corresponding hand on green, she was only crouching down and could use her right foot and hand to balance herself off of the mat.
Susannah then spun right foot yellow. This put her some distance away from Anne.
Anne spun "SLIME" after this. Chris picked up a bucket and walked over to Anne. She smiled at him, and looked inside the bucket, seeing more pink slime like Chris had poured over Julie. "Hey Chris, why don't you pick another colour I'm already pretty in pink" suggested Anne, indicating her pink bra and panties.
Chris took a moment to admire the girl in just her undies, and then went back to the messy supplies, and asked "Any preference for colour then Anne?"
Anne smiled at him, and said "I don't know you choose. I want to be covered in whatever is *your* favourite colour". The audience wooed at the flirtation as Chris raised his eyebrows.
"Well, I like green" said Chris, picking up a big bucket of green slime
"Perfect!" smiled Anne. Chris walked over, and lifted the bucket over Anne's head. She smiled and nodded gently to indicate he should go ahead, and he slowly began to pour the slime over Anne's lingerieclad body.
Anne only closed her eyes as the slime flow reached her eyes, and let the slime cover every inch of her body. Once the flow had stopped, she wanted to clear her eyes, but didn't want to run the risk of falling, so she asked "Hey, Chris, I can't see here, can you clear my eyes for me?". He put down the bucket, and gently scraped the slime out of her eyes. She opened them and gave him another smile "Thanks" she said, suddenly blushing, although she had no idea why. At least it wasn't visible under the green gunk coating her face. She and Chris locked eyes for a moment, smiling at each other; seeming to lose themselves in the others' eyes, until the cheering of the crowd and another "woooo!" from the audience rang out; the audience picking up on the two seemingly flirting with each other in a much more sweet way than Susannah's overt sexuality.
After the audience had shocked them back to reality, the wheel was spun for Susannah.
Left hand red. This put Susannah in quite an awkward spread-eagled position facing the audience, and the audience whooped and hollered at Susannah in such a compromising position. Par for the course, she didn't try to hide anything that was on display, merely remaining impassive as if the audience appreciation didn't affect her.
Anne spun right hand blue. The way Susannah was positioned, she'd now have to tangle with Susannah, which the audience quickly worked out, and cheered at the prospect of. Anne managed to maneuver herself into a position where she was on all fours, with her right foot planted off of the mat, and the other three limbs on their respective colours, and Susannah was in a crab-walk type position arched up and over Anne's body. Susannah took this opportunity to let herself sag, and rest slightly on Anne. Anne grunted in frustration and shouted "Hey! That's not fair! You're not allowed to lean on the other person!" Susannah lifted herself clear again, her muscles in her arms and legs taut underneath the smooth skin of her athletic body, but the effort of holding herself up meant it was almost inevitable that she'd end up resting on Anne once more once her muscles tired sufficiently.
Susannah next spun "PIE" again. Andrew chipped in "I won't ask this time Susannah, I'll just say Chris, in the face". Susannah, spread-eagled with her legs open and her hips thrust in the air, looked at Chris and giggled "That's right, give it to me! Cream my face!" Chris drew back, and gently turned the pie over to drop it onto Susannah's upturned face. Susannah giggled, and said something which was muffled by the tin. Chris removed the tin, Susannah shook her head to dislodge some of the cream, and jokingly mimicking Anne, said "Oh Chris could you please clear my eyes so I can look at you again!" Chris couldn't help blushing slightly at this, but he did as was asked. Susannah started giggling, causing her body to gyrate and slip. Anne was trying to actually hold Susannah's weight up, but soon Susannah's quivering was too much and the two crashed into a heap on the floor.
As the two girls extricated from each other, Anne was quick to appeal "Susannah lost there! She leaned on me".
Andrew replied "But Anne, you touched the floor first"
Anne calmly replied "Yes, but only because Susannah fell on top of me and I couldn't hold her up any more, that's the only reason she hadn't hit the floor first!"
The audience booed at the prospect of Anne losing and cheered when she defended herself.
Andrew held his hands up for quiet, and said "I have the deciding vote here"
The audience booed, suspecting he'd favour Susannah. Before he could speak, Anne cut in
"Tell you what how about I lose an item of clothing, call it 'losing a life' if you want, then we go again".
The audience cheered at this prospect. Andrew looked over at Chris, who shrugged, but then nodded his head, to encourage Andrew to go with it.
Andrew said "OK, Anne, you lose an item of clothing and you've got a deal!"
The audience roared their approval. Anne reached round to the back of her bra, unclipped it, and tossed it aside with little ceremony. Her perky breasts exposed to the fresh air of the studio, her nipples hardened slightly.
Stood only in her panties, she kicked her legs, circled her arms to ease the fatigue in her muscles, ready for the next round. She then stood with hands on hips ready for the next instruction. Chris looked over at her, and when she caught his eye, he looked away, not wanting to get caught ogling her boobs, now exposed to him and the audience. When he looked back at her face, she hadn't stopped looking at him, waiting for him to return her gaze. She smiled, and cocked her head to one side, raising her eyebrows as if to say 'I see you looking, go ahead'.
Before anything else could be said, Andrew spun the wheel for Susannah.
After a couple more spins Susannah and Anne found themselves in a similar situation to the one that had led to Anne's downfall minutes ago. Anne had a firmer footing this time though, and was making sure to make things difficult for Susannah in exchange by arching upwards to jog her periodically and make her work to stay balanced.
Anne's next spin came as "SLIME". Chris picked up a bucket of green slime, and walked over. He stopped, and surveyed the tangled mass of limbs in front of him. Cocking his head to one side, he wondered how he was going to gunge Anne. Their heads pointing in the same direction, away from the audience, Susannah and Anne were a mirror image of each other, Anne's body facing down towards the mat, Susannah's body oriented facing up to the ceiling. Anne said "Go ahead, pour it above my head". Anne pushed herself upwards there was no room for him to get the bucket between the two girls! Chris got what she meant, looked at Andrew, who shrugged at him. Chris began to pour the bucket from above Anne's head. Thing was, Susannah's head was face-up in the space between there and Anne. Susannah shrieked in surprise as the green gunge flooded over her face and spluttered as it rolled down her naked body lazily, over her breasts, and down to her pussy. She spat out some of the gunge that had gotten into her mouth as she hadn't expected to get slime over her head. Gunge rolled right down between her legs, over and between her bare pussy lips and down the crack of her bum, also running over Anne's panty-clad bum below. Now it was Anne's turn to giggle at how she'd gotten one over on Susannah.
After a couple more turns the girls were still evenly matched, neither looking like they were going to fall. Anne and Susannah both recognized this, and so started to have to resort to more underhand tactics. First Susannah wrapped her hands round Anne's torso and jiggled her boobs, flicking her nipples with her fingers. Anne giggled and quivered, before insisting "Get off! Getoffgetoffgetoffyoubitch!" she laughed. Andrew quickly spun the wheel for Anne so she could escape. The next move managed to move her out of range of Susannah's wandering hands. But it did put her in range of Susannah's bare feet, so she gently reached out and began to tickle Susannah's feet. Now was Susannah's turn to giggle, and while she did jiggle she stayed firm. Anne's next move brought her rear end closer to Susannah. Knowing Susannah was bound to try something mischevious, much like the bite on Julie's bum earlier, she urged Andrew jokingly "Hurry up and spin before she tries to finger me or something!" The audience laughed at this, as did Andrew and Chris. Andrew spun, moving Susannah but not far. A lightbulb went on in Susannah's head Now there's an idea Susannah slowly traced one hand up the inside of Anne's thigh, until she reached the crotch. Tenderly stroking her soft pussy against the outside of her panties, Anne quivered at the touch, but froze, tensed as the hand reached the leghole of her knickers. Anne's eyes widened as she felt Susannah's finger pull out the leghole and snake inside. The finger traced further from the inside of her thigh towards her crotch, until it gently traced between Anne's pussy lips, and Anne quivered, her eyes fluttering shut. The finger slowly slid further, and further, Anne letting out a gasp at being felt so intimately by a friend. But Anne was resolute, she wouldn't fall down, even if because of her own big mouth she'd given Susannah the idea. Chris and Andrew probably should have spun the wheel, but were captivated by the show going on in front of them. "Right hand in the pink" said Susannah, getting a laugh, but Anne gasped as Susannah added a second finger, now Anne had lubricated herself, Susannah thought to herself with a smile, Anne blushing at the realization herself.
"Right hand green" said Andrew to Susannah.
Susannah said "Just a second", and her thumb reached inside Anne's knickers. "Just need to go right hand brown first". Anne jolted as she felt Susannah's thumb quest between her bum cheeks and just gently brush againt her arsehole. The jolt was so severe, Anne slipped, and did indeed slip to the mat. Susannah's hand, freed by Anne's slip, daintily moved over and placed itself on a green circle. The audience applauded. Susannah and Anne stood to their feet, Anne shooting Susannah a dirty look, although laughing afterwards to show there were no hard feelings.
"I wouldn't have actually put it in" said Susannah
"Hmmm" said Anne.
"So Anne" asked Andrew "are you going to strip for another life?"
Anne smiled, and said "Well, I don't want to risk finding out whether Susannah really was messing with me, so I'll take the loss here, and face Julie for the loser's slot"
"Very well!" shouted Chris "Please give it up for Susannah, your winner!" The crowd cheered as Susannah took a little bow, and waved at the crowd as she walked offstage. Anne walked off in the opposite direction, stopping by Chris, placing her hand on one cheek, and giving him a kiss on the cheek with the other. Wordlessly, she smiled at him as she walked offstage, and he smiled back and watched her leaving, that pert butt wiggling in those pink panties.
***
Andrew welcomed the viewing and live audience back to the show "Welcome back to Lifeline! We've had a longer break to let our girls recover from everything they've been through so far, but don't think that means we're going to go easier on them, oh no!" The audience cheered "Now, we're going to play with our losers, to find out who is our LVP, and so who will get the ultimate punishment! " The audience 'woo'-ed with anticipation "For our first game, please welcome back our first two lifelines eliminated - the lovely Allison and Fiona".
First out walked Allison. No longer naked, she was dressed in an outfit which could only be described as "sexy schoolgirl". While no-one would have mistaken the more mature Allison for being of school age, the outfit was also only appropriate for those over 18 - comprised of a tight white blouse unbuttoned to display a vast expanse of Allison's deep cleavage in an angelic white push-up bra; a little tartan skirt which showed lots of her bare legs, and white socks and black character shoes. Her dirty blonde hair had been pulled into bunches which sat either side of her head. Her cheeks had been dotted with freckles using makeup. The curvy lady bounced onto the stage, causing her cleavage to wobble uncontrollably.
"Wow! And please welcome, a lady who'd bring a blush to anyone's cheeks - Fiona!"
Next out came Fiona - shooting Andrew a laser stare for his crack about her spanked bottom - she was in a stunning long electric blue ball gown. The laces at the front had pulled her ample chest together and up, giving a huge cleavage. She wore white elbow-length gloves, her brown hair had been styled upwards into an elegant hairdo and a tiara sat atop this hairstyle. As she walked out her skirts swished, revealing cream-coloured heels on her feet. She was smiling despite herself, looking much like a brunette Cinderella going to the ball.
"Quite a contrast!" laughed Andrew "so we have a schoolgirl and a Disney princess!" Fiona stepped up to the mic and said "Well, it's nice to get to be a princess for a little while, what girl wouldn't want to take a chance to look like this?" and she curtseyed "...plus, I didn't want to go with the stereotypical policewoman, or nurse, or French Maid, or any of the other trashy costumes you guys had - unlike Alli has..."

The audience let out a panto "oooooh" at Fiona's slagging off of Allison. Allison turned to Fiona, pulled her bunches up in the air and stuck her tongue out at her.

"So while you were watching the late news - our losers were given the chance to put some more clothes on - and choose which costume they wanted to wear" Their hair and makeup had been retouched. Fiona was glad of the chance to cover up again, having not yet been nude. Allison wasn't shy about showing off her body but... less is more when it comes to flirting - she thought, so a chance to cover up again would just emphasise if she had to lose it again.
"Now girls, if the two of you could remain civil for a few seconds, I'll just go over what the second part of the show will be like." said Andrew, clearly trying to keep some semblance of order. "Fiona, Allison - you are both losers! As Kim's lifelines, you two plus Sophie were all eliminated, and so you will be competing to see which of you two is the bigger loser! And bear in mind as you're both losers there's no need for us to be kind or gentle because....well as Freddy Mercury once said - 'No time for losers'!. However in our case that means we will be spending more time with whomever is the loser between the two of you."
Fiona definitely didn't like the sound of that. Allison - on the other hand - didn't seem to mind. "So you might put me in detention with that bad boy over there?" She purred, twirling her hair with one hand and pointing at Chris with the other. Chris didn't know what was going on, having just come back on stage (he thought inconspicuously) having cleaned and changed into a dry and clean pair of faded black jeans and a black button-down shirt. That being said... the sight of Allison in her outfit did seem to please him.
"Ahem! Enough of that, if you don't mind Allison! We don't need another Susannah" Andrew tried to admonish her, only for Allison to quickly fire back
"I'm nothing like her! Chris, tell him he's wrong. Tell him that *I'm* much prettier!"
Chris opened his mouth, but Andrew cut him off "We were going to have Chris dish out the punishments in this game, but if you can't control yourself around him I'm sure I can find a volunteer to administer your punishments and Chris will just do Fiona."
"I get to *do* Fiona?" Chris enquired, sniggering
"Pfff - don't you start!" said Andrew with an unimpressed look
Trying to get things back on track, Andrew pressed on - "Okay Fiona, Allison - you will be playing beer pong!"
The relief was plain to see on Fiona's face, this was something she could do. "But..." Andrew started
"Oh I was waiting for the 'but'..." Fiona sighed - exasperated
"We know you were darling, you're a bit obsessed with butts aren't you?" sneered Allison "A bit... anally obsessed aren't you?" this got roars of laughter from the audience. Chris tried and failed to stifle his laugh. Fiona was bright red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. True, she had spanked Kim earlier, but that didn't mean she was anally fixated!
"Order! Order!" shouted Andrew - whacking a dry board eraser against his dais to try and regain some control, but only causing even more laughter; even causing Fiona to crack up. "God this is what I imagine being a teacher is like! However, I have a lot more creative punishments lined up for you girls than simply writing lines" Andrew seemed to be a natural, playing the part of the grumpy teacher. "As with beer pong you will each have 10 cups, you will each stand at one end of the table. The cups contain beer, and the basic rules are the same, throw a ping pong ball into your opponent's cup, and they drink it." Andrew was clearly building up to something - "You will each be standing in a paddling pool, because after you've chugged a beer you will find a letter written on the bottom of the cup. These correspond to forfeits on a list I have here... They include things like 'remove an item of clothing' and 'bucket of <something>' which will be emptied over you, or thrown at you, by my glamorous assistant Debbie... uh sorry I mean Chris" That got another laugh from the audience and Chris and Andrew mouthing what could clearly be read as obscenities at each other. Both were clearly enjoying the banter. "Is that clear girls...?" asked Andrew, nods from the girls "...good, because the loser, sorry, *bigger* loser gets a forfeit after losing yet again"
Both girls looked slightly intimidated at this, but Andrew continued "...and it doesn't end there! Because after Allison or Fiona do their forfeit, and after the conclusion of our 'winners play Twister' segment, they will then compete against the bigger loser of the Sophie versus the loser of our Twister game to determine who the *ultimate* loser is! And they will get, well, you'll have to wait and see, but their punishment will be breathtaking, can't-miss-TV".
Alison and Fiona definitely looked pale at the prospect of this, and resolved to make sure they didn't lose this game, so they would make sure they'd be safe.
Andrew started the game "So girls - to your places please, and given the bickering between you two so far - you *really* don't want to lose this game. Trust me on that!" An audible excited 'oooh' came from the audience at the prospect of the forfeit for the loser of this game. The girls walked to either end of the table that had been set up in the centre of the stage - Allison to the audience's left; (Andrew's right) and Fiona at the opposite end.
"So... if there are no more questions girls...?" asked Andrew. Both girls shook their head, Allison rather vigorously; sending her bunches flopping all over the place for comedic effect. "Okay, as you've been the better behaved Fiona, please start"
Fiona did so, tossing two balls and missing by miles - the balls disappearing off stage. This clearly not coming as a surprise to the show; Andrew picked up a sleeve of new ping pong balls and chucked it to Chris "New balls for Allison".
Not seeming able to help herself - Allison blurted out "Mmm, yes, as long as they're Chris' balls!" once again, to roars of laughter. Chris awkwardly placed the ping pong balls on the table not really knowing what to do or say.
Andrew admonished the cheeky lady "Just for that Allison, the first cup Fiona hits - assuming she does eventually - Chris will refill it and you will chug it again!" Banging his gavel again, playing the crotchety old judge "We will have order!"
The show was starting to become more and like an old BBC comedy, although Andrew seemed to be playing into that - after all they'd let Susannah go a lot further than just some double-entendres, so he wasn't coming across as very believable.
Still, Allison wasn't worried about having to drink double - she was a grown woman and could hold her drink. She picked up the balls and immediately scored two direct hits into Fiona's cups. Fiona looked despondent - she really thought she'd have a chance playing beer pong. Well, it wasn't over yet! she told herself and quickly chugged her beers revealing the letters Q and B on the bottom of her cups. She turned to Andrew to learn her fate.
"Well that was quite a start Allison! Don't worry Fiona, all is not lost. However Q means you are losing an item of clothing, and B - you'll be pleased to know is a bucket of lovely Baked Beans"
Fiona screwed up her face, why did it have to be beans, yuk!
She went to take off her gloves "Does each count as one item of clothing?"
Andrew shook his head "the pair is one item". Fiona was still relieved; she was still in the dress - although once she lost that she'd be in just her underwear. Chris picked up a jug of beans, and moved towards Fiona, as if to pour them over her head.
"WAIT!" shouted Allison, taking everyone aback. Walking over to Chris, she said out loud "How about if...", then she moved close to whisper the rest of her sentence in his ear. Chris quivered at the feel of Allison's warm breath in his ear, but when he heard the idea, he smiled and nodded. Allison reached her hand down and squeezed his bum then gave it a firm SLAP to send him on his way and as if to say 'get em, tiger'.
Chris said to Fiona - "Fiona, lift up your dress please". Fiona glared suspiciously at Allison, while Allison was trying hard not to laugh, but Fiona did as she was asked, revealing her bare legs and the lacy blue panties she was wearing, which matched her dress. The audience wolf-whistled at the sight of Fiona's legs and panties.
Chris reached into the waistband of Fiona's panties and her eyes widened with realisation "Oh no! Oh God, no... not there, not in my knickers! PleeeeeeaAAA!" Her pleading was interrupted by a squeal as Chris pulled open her knickers, taking a moment to get a good look at her pussy, and then poured the beans in. They flowed quickly over her hairy mound, sitting in the bottom of the underwear - nestling uncomfortably against her sensitive pussy lips. Fiona quivered uncontrollably and let out something between a giggle and a gasp, letting out rapid breaths, panting as the beans filled up her knickers and nestled into every available inch.
"Thank you Chris" said Andrew "But, Allison my dear, you're supposed to let Chris decide what to do - so for that - another beer if Fiona hits. But it *was* an excellent idea, so Chris will chug a beer for not thinking of it himself." This clearly pleased Chris who immediately pick up a fresh can and downed it.
"Cheers Andy, I needed that, being your non-hired help is thirsty work." Both the host and the audience laughed, they were enjoying the good natured back and forth between the mates.
This exchange once again illustrating the difference between the men - who were ribbing each other because they liked each other; and the (former) friends who were making catty remarks and trying to hurt each other. Andrew recapped "Allison has all 10 cups left, Fiona you have only 8 - are you getting worried yet? Because you would be if you knew what was coming if you lost...". This was a new side to the host, amping up the tension now. He clearly hadn't been exaggerating when he said the losers' games would be different. Trying not let the words get to her - Fiona threw. Her first ball hit the front cup and bounced away, her second aimed at the same cup was spot on though. Allison knew she'd better put up now and quickly chugged her beer. But before she'd even said which letter was on the cup it had been filled again, she knew she had to chug it again and did so without a pause to a smattering of applause from the impressed audience.
She quickly blurted out "C!" to the host, but Chris had already started filling her cup again. "Seriously?" she exclaimed and picked it up - chugging half and setting it down again.
"Oh no, no dearie - that doesn't fly" Andrew immediately responded "finish it, and you'll have another extra beer added to Fiona's next hit!" Allison finished the beer now starting to regret her big mouth, and started to worry about possibly having to drink the rest. "C - you'll no doubt know - is for custard, so Chris, please do the honours!"
Chris picked the bucket of custard up and held it above Allison's head. Fiona quipped "Here you go Allison - I've heard you enjoy the odd golden shower" Allison glared and opened her mouth to reply but Chris had already started to pour engulfing her head and immediately ruining her outfit, hair and makeup. The bucket was large enough to contain all the custard needed to cover Allison's head and shoulders dripping down and streaking her shirt in yellow as well. Although she had been messed up before, she couldn't help feeling aroused and humiliated at the same time, having Chris pour the custard over her. Her tongue poked out of her mouth and licked some of the custard from her lips slowly, sensuously. "Yummm, tasty!" She giggled.
No sooner had the last drop of the bucket dripped onto her now yellow head when she was handed two balls and told to throw. "Wait I have to clear my eyes!" Allison protested but as soon as she did, Chris tipped a bucket of ice water over her head. "Aaargh!" she screamed, clearly not expecting an ice bucket. It had cleared a large amount of custard off of her though and cleared her eyes. On the other hand she was now literally shivering, and her shirt was practically translucent. As she threw her first ball it was so far short it rolled to a waiting Fiona, her second was true although she was still shivering. Fiona quickly chugged her cup, was about to read the letter but it was filled again by Chris
"We heard your 'golden shower' quip missy" said Chris. Fiona frowned then gulped that down as well, and read out "T".
"Ah T Andrew! T is for treacle!" said Chris - quickly by her side "Now Fiona, I could just empty this over your head, but I've always hated Frozen. So if you lie down in the pool I promise I'll pour it all over you except your face and hair so I won't ruin your hair or makeup with it. Deal?"
Fiona looked into the bucket of black viscous gloop he was holding, realisation setting in. "Deal, better my dress is ruined than my hair." She clambered down, first half squatting then lying down flat on her back.
Chris immediately started to pour, taking time to make sure he methodically and precisely covered every square inch of her dress - working up from her ankles zigzagging, before emptying the remnants of the bucket slightly above her cleavage (which puzzled Fiona). Once he set down the bucket he then offered her his hand to help her up. As she took it and he helped her to clamber upright again, his motives became clear. She felt the viscous black gooey mass slowly creep down into her cleavage, covering her breasts and blackening her bra, a small portion slowly creeping down over her stomach. The feeling was horrible and the discomfort was clear on her face. "Well I think Chris deserves another beer for that right?" Andrew asked the audience which was greeted by laughs and shouts of 'Yes'.
"Regretting it not going over your head are you Fiona?" Andrew inquired
"No" came the defiant response
"So you'd do it again?" he persisted
"I wou..." cutting off her reply midsentence realising the trap "...would be stupid if I fell for that!"
A mixture of disappointment and maybe a touch of pride was on the host's face "Ah, they grow up so quickly..." Laughter came once more from the audience at Andrew's quip. It really was starting to turn into a panto. "Well Fiona don't let me keep you"
Fiona took her cue and carefully took aim. "Ooohs" came from the audience as the ball once again hit the cup and bounced away. As with her previous go she adjusted her aim and hit the target with the second ball. Allison picked up her cup and slowly drained it, not even bothering to try and read the letter - just holding it out for Chris to fill again, looking much more sombre this time. As Chris did so he took the opportunity to ogle her tits through her translucent shirt from closer distance.
You could actually see the moment Allison realised this, her face changed from resigned acceptance of her fate although that fate was as yet unknown to what she considered her most seductive 'come hither' face; although that face was partially obscured with leftover custard the ice water hadn't washed away. So sudden was the change from serious to exaggerated sexiness that audience went in to absolute hysterics, at Allison's tella novella-esque acting. Finishing her cup a second time (that has to have been my 7th beer she thought to herself, starting to definitely feel a bit buzzed) - she read out an S...
"S stands for strip, but it's more specific than that" Andrew said, holding the S card up and reading from it "The player who draws the S cup must lose an item for each cup she's scored" Allison looked relieved - she'd only hit three and would gladly lose some clothing rather than suffer a worse fate.
"Any 3 I choose?" she asked looking to Andrew who nodded "But I'm so messy..." she asked with a small pout "...*and cold* - I can't undo my laces to take off my shoes..." she looked at Andrew with a 'pretty please' look "...can Chris do it for me...?"
Not waiting for a reply, crouching down, Chris had already undone one shoe and was working on the other
"It seems he both can, and is eager to" Andrew responded, getting another sitcom laugh from the crowd.
Chris managed to undo the second shoe; it was quite a struggle to be fair, as the laces having got wet were a nightmare to undo. He gently slipped the shoes off, looking up at Allison. "That's one item, would you like me to help you with anything else?"
Allison smiled; she liked the look of having him on one knee in front of her, obeying her every command. "Well, how about I strike you a deal? If I take off my underwear, can I leave the socks on? My feet might get cold..."
"OK, that'll be two items anyway..." said Andrew
"If you say so..." smiled Allison
Andrew, confused, shrugged, and said "OK, underwear off and you can keep the socks"
Allison smiled down at Chris and said "Well no reason for you to get up unnecessarily, so would you take off my underwear... if you wouldn't mind?"
Chris definitely did not seem to mind, as he was already sliding his hands up her legs, past her socks, taking a moment to run his hands over the smooth flesh, above her knees and up her creamy thighs, looking for her thong more or less the second she'd finished asking him. His hands were on the outside of her legs, and he slid them all the way up to her hips, yet he couldn't feel anythong (get it?). He felt around for a second, but with his hands slightly below her hips she turned sideways towards the host. As Chris hadn't expected that his hands stayed where they were but she moved - meaning he now had one hand on her pussy and the other on her arse.
"Oooh!" Came a delighted squeal from Allison. "Andrew - why has Chris got his hands up my skirt?!" she asked jokingly. Chris quickly removed them - although this was clearly her plan.
"You asked him to take off your underwear... Chris, why haven't you taken her underwear off?" Andrew asked turning to Chris
"She isn't wearing any!" replied Chris, blushing. Laughter and some wolf whistles from the crowd
"Oh yes I am" said Allison, tugging at her bra straps to indicate them "Oh, sorry... did you think I meant a thong Chris? Is that why you had your hand on my pussy? I'm sorry, I'm not wearing one..." and she quickly lifted her skirt to flash the audience and illustrate her point, albeit needlessly. Naturally this led to a loud reaction from the crowd.
Chris and Andrew exchanged looks - they'd clearly been outwitted on this occasion Andrew now saw why Allison had made the bargain, she had made sure she only had to take two items of clothing off instead of three. "Well Chris - you'd better chug a beer as punishment for copping a feel of 'poor' Allison here" Chris winked at Andrew out of sight of the camera, shrugged his shoulders and did as he was told. "Allison, are you okay with Chris taking off your bra - sorry, underwear - now he's felt you up?"
Allison beamed and nodded eagerly. Chris walked over to her from the front, reached inside her blouse round the back, unable to avoid running his hands over the bare warm flesh of her torso inside the blouse, and unclasped her white wonderbra from the back, slipping the straps off of her shoulders. As he did so Allison whispered in his ear "Hey stud, with the contents of those cups on the table going in my mouth, you better make sure the contents of *these* cups are going in your mouth later..." Chris tripped backwards over the edge of the inflatable pool, clearly shocked by what she'd said. Allison slipped her arms through the bra to take it off, before pushing her arms back through the armholes of the blouse, and tossing the bra to Chris, splayed on his back in the pool.
"You okay, Chris?" asked Andrew. Chris nodded, slowly putting the bra down in the pool "Why is your face red? Did she say something? Do we have to add more penalty chugs?" Chris looked at Allison, then back at his mate and replied "No I'm fine - just embarrassed about tripping over and making myself look like a pratt" Andrew beamed at him "Don't worry mate, the trip didn't make you look like a pratt, it's those shorts!" Roars of laughter from the audience. Chris mouthed a few choice words at his mate. Allison smiled at Chris as if to say 'thanks'.
"Allison, if you've recovered from being accosted please continue" picking up the balls she said "Oh boy, Chris can accost me anytime" and threw the first ball clean over the cups - hitting Fiona's treacle covered cleavage, sticking the ball in place where it landed. Allison gave a quick fist pump while Fiona just scowled at her and flicked the ball of her cleavage, Allison's second ball was too short - she'd clearly over adjusted after the cleavage shot. Fiona smiled - time for her comeback.
Taking careful aim Fiona threw, splosh! First ball landed in a cup - sending a few drops of beer flying. She quickly threw the second ball aiming at the cup behind the one she'd just hit. It hit the lip of the cup popping the ball up, causing it to land in the first cup as well. Murmurs could be heard from the crowd - what would this mean?
Allison took the balls out and drained the cup, announcing 'R' rather confidently. Andrew read out "R - Remove one item of clothing" Not needing any encouragement Allison reached down to her socks, and peeled them off her feet, leaving her in her blouse and skirt.
Before she could remove it Fiona cut in "But I got both ball in the cup Andrew! What does that mean?" trying to sound sweet and innocent, as she knew this could only be bad news for Allison.
"Well Fiona I'm glad you asked that, I'll give the audience the final say." Turning to the audience "Ok ladies & gentlemen, I'll give you two choices, you let me hear which one you prefer. Do you want the second ball to mean Allison removes another piece of clothing...?" Loud roars and shouts of approval from the crowd, Allison was after all only wearing her blouse and skirt so removing either would definitely show more skin "...settle down, settle down... you haven't heard option 2 yet! Or... option two - do you want Allison to remove an item of clothing AND Fiona to remove her dress?" At this, the crowd absolutely lost it, they had clearly decided what they wanted. Fiona looked aghast; this had dramatically backfired on her. Allison meanwhile was in hysterics, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse to let her massive tits out once again. You could still see LOSER written on them and she threw her blouse across the table at Fiona, having it land in Fiona's paddling pool.
"Fiona - would you like a hand taking your dress off?" asked Andrew. Looking very unhappy Fiona shook her head fiercely, instead opting to do it herself trying to undo her zip, but soon realising it was covered in treacle. She tried and tried but the sticky treacle had made it impossible for her to undo it.
She turned to Andrew hanging her head in shame "I can't do it, can you help?" sounding very humble and small all of a sudden.
Andrew nodded at Chris, who picked a large pair of fabric scissors and started cutting down the back of the dress, along the zip, much to the dismay of Fiona. Having the dress messed up was one thing, but having it cut to ribbons, as Chris was doing now, was very upsetting to her. You could see the realisation on her face; not only was she not the princess she'd dressed as, but that this would probably end up with her messed up and humiliated, and that was a best case scenario! Having cut the dress off, Chris held it up above his head as sort of trophy beaming from ear to ear. Not a bad life, this! He thought to himself.
The camera now focussed on Fiona, slowly panning down her body, she was wearing lacy light blue bra that matched or more accurately used to match her lacy light blue panties before the beans had ruined them and finally down to similarly light blue pumps. The camera panned back to the host "Fiona for your hubris, please lose the pumps as well!" Fiona bent over at the waist giving the audience a good view of her still pink rear end; she slipped out of her shoes and dropped them in the paddling pool.
"Thank you Fiona, I trust that you've learnt your lesson, now that you have only two items of clothing left." Fiona timidly nodded; she hadn't shown any more skin than she was doing now and desperately wanted to keep it that way.
"Allison - would you get us going again?" Andrew asked, turning to her.
Allison took aim, she had to admit she felt less than completely sober, as was clearly evident from her first ball, which only just hit the edge of the table and shot off towards the audience. As Chris was opening another box of fresh balls she threw her second ball which did hit, Fiona quickly gulped down her beer to reveal an I. Andrew read the card and smiled at Fiona "Good news Fiona, you won't lose any more clothing and you won't get messier." She looked both relieved and a little confused until he read out the punishment "You will however play the rest of the game with itching powder down your pants!"
Fiona's face sank while Allison laughed at her fate.
"Chris would you please do the honours?" Chris walked over to Fiona itching powder in hand, he pulled out her panties and took the moment to get a good look at her still baked bean covered pussy.
"Not being funny Andy, but should we clean out the beans first?" Chris asked
Andrew nodded, and conceded - "Well, yes - you might have a point there Chris, grab a beer after you punished Fiona. And yes, please take care of it."
Chris walked towards a bucket, it was like the one he had upended over Allison's head to wash away the custard. "Fi, hold open your panties"
Fiona reluctantly did as she was told, Chris immediately started tipping the ice water down her pants. As soon as the freezing cold water touched her most intimate area she started shrieking and gasping, screaming bloody murder. It did wash away the beans however. So when he'd emptied the bucket he sprinkled the itching powder first in the front and the back of the panties. Fiona felt relieved - this actually wasn't so bad, it didn't itch at all. She picked up the balls once more to try and even up the score.
Andrew instructed "Before you throw Fiona, please rearrange your remaining cups in a 3-2-1 formation". Fiona did as she was told, then threw the ball, hitting the first cup halfway down the outside. She adjusted her aim for her second ball which was a direct hit.
Allison hesitantly picked the cup up and steadily emptied it again, she opened her mouth to announce the letter but instead all that came from her mouth was a very loud burp! This drew laughter from the audience, Andrew and even Fiona. For once, Allison actually looked embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that" she said very timidly "My cup says H"
Andrew looked down at his cards, and then looked up chuckling "This will be interesting, H is for handcuffs, you Allison will have your hands handcuffed together for the remainder of the game."
Chris popped off stage for a minute and returned with a pair of what looked like police issue handcuffs, and strode over to Allison, sternly saying "Allie I'm going to have to cuff you now"
Allison eagerly presented her wrists to him, making sure to use her arms to squeeze her tits together and up as she did so.
"You probably enjoy that don't you?" Fiona sniped at her opponent as Chris was doing up the second cuff
Allison raised her eyebrows and admitted "Well I'd be lying if I'd say I hadn't fantasised about it, although the situation was a bit different, Chris was wearing a bowtie and nothing else for one thing..." eliciting more laughs from the audience.
"Allison I told you to leave the staff alone! That will be another beer on Fiona's next hit." Andrew admonished Allison sternly "Now you'd better throw before my benevolent nature subsides!"
Allison threw, or more accurately, tried to throw her first ball. It barely travelled through the air at all, bounced a few times before slowly rolling into the base of the rearranged cups. This was going to be a more of a struggle than she'd anticipated, as her second ball wasn't much better that her first attempt.
"Well that was rather pitiful" Andrew commented "Do you think you can manage to rearrange your cups like Fiona did?" his tone quite condescending.
Allison set about moving the cups into a 3-2-1 just like Fiona had done, setting up the first one in the middle, followed by two and then three below. Just as she put the last cup in place, the chain linking the cuffs dropped in between the cups, so that as she moved her hands back it toppled the cup over. As the beer spilt she knew this meant trouble.
Andrew gave Allison a withering look "So it appears you couldn't set the cups up yourself after all, I see you've learnt nothing from Fiona's hubris earlier. If you'd have asked for help you'd have gotten it, we want a fair fight after all. But, you must pay for your mistake, drink up!" Allison looked slightly worried, she didn't mind the mess or (what the show thought was) humiliation, but she desperately wanted to win; she'd never get Chris if she lost. Chris filled her cup up again and made her drink it. Chris needing little encouragement to feed alcohol to a half naked woman was over to her like a shot. Well at least I've got that going for me thought Allison to herself.
He filled her cup, put it to her mouth and tipped the cup, she couldn't drink nearly quickly enough so the beer spilled down the sides of the cup and ran down her face and onto her massive tits. "What does the cup say Chris?" Chris held the cup to his ear and shrugged - to roars of laughter from the audience
Andrew rolled his eyes and said testily - "*Which letter* is written on the bottom inside the cup?" Chris feigned a moment of realisation and said "Ohhhh... D"
Andrew checked the card. "D is for Down, so Chris as you're standing there would you mind yanking Allison's skirt down to her ankles?"
Chris beamed "With pleasure mate" he crouched down and with a firm tug he pulled the skirt down to Allison's thighs and with a second pull down to her ankles.
Allison stepped out of the skirt and stood proudly, now naked with her legs apart "How about a kiss?" she said to Chris. Chris didn't hesitate, he stood up, wrapped his arms round her naked body, his hands wandering over the naked flesh of her hips. He pulled her in; she lifted her handcuffed hands over his head, so her arms were draped round his neck; and pulled each other in for a long, slow kiss on the mouth. As they broke apart, Allison giggled - "Hmm, tongue would have been nice and those weren't the lips I wanted you to kiss, Chris... but I'll settle for it" Chris walked away, making him turn scarlet and sending the crowd wild.
"Don't throw just yet!" Andrew quickly said to Fiona, who looked at him, more than slightly puzzled. "You two losers are taking too long with all the interruptions because of your misbehaviour" he said looking at Allison "and your piss poor aim" now looking at both. "So as showrunner and host I've decided to speed things up so we can get to the forfeit!" More cheers from the audience - if this was the warm up they wanted the main act! "So you each choose 3 cups to drink..." he waited, but the two girls hadn't gotten the hint, so he repeated "you both DRINK 3 cups"... still nothing... "DRINK now!" the light bulbs finally went on and the girls dived for their cups.
Fiona had chugged her first two in quick succession, picked up the third and paused, she let out a loud burp and finished the third one. Meanwhile Allison had just finished her first one, and fact not gone unnoticed by Fiona who shouted "Wow what a lightweight" at Allison "So you're a cheap date as well as easy!?"
The second remark crossed the line, Andrew banged his gavel "Allison give Fiona your other two cups". Not needing telling twice, Allison picked them up and marched over to a now pouting Fiona. Fiona reached out her hands to take the cups, however Allison had other ideas; tilting both cups towards Fiona then flinging her arms forward, aiming at and indeed hitting, the blue lingerie-clad girl full in the face.
Spluttering, Fiona wiped her eyes and angrily barked at Allison "I always heard you enjoyed a good facial" eliciting hisses and meows from the crowd. Chris quickly stepped in to restrain Allison (and managed to cop a good feel of her massive knockers while he was at it) and escorted her back to her pool.
"Behave! Both of you!" the host chastised them. "Chris - collect the 3 empty cups from each girl please"
Chris did as he was told, putting Fiona's 3 cups and Allison's 3 cups on Andrew's dais. "Now ladies, you will each suffer one of these forfeits from the cups. I will read out the letters only and you will choose which forfeit your opponent faces. After that, we'll continue the game with Allison on 3 cups and Fiona with 3. Understood?"
Both girls nodded.
"Ok Allison, Fiona has letters P, F and K. Fiona, Allison has letters E, L, J" You could see both girls trying to work out what each letter could be and what would be the worst thing to inflict on their opponent. "Allison have you made a choice?"
Allison nodded "F - for fuck her up!"
Chuckling, Andrew turned to Fiona "and your choice?"
Fiona aggressively replied "L - for the Lightweight Loser she is" more meow sounds from the audience
"Settle down" Andrew said, trying not to laugh "Well Allison, F - in this case stand for Forest Fruit Facial" Oooohs from the audience, who like the contestants had no idea what that meant, but liked the sound of it. "And L in this case stands for Lather, Lots of Lather" Whoops and hollers from the crowd again who liked the sound of that too. "So Chris, would you do the honours and shove Fiona's face into the big bowl of Forest Fruit Jam?"
Chris picked the bowl up, balancing it in one hand and putting the other hand on the back of Fiona's head; he shoved the two together, immersing Fiona's face in the sticky dark purple glop. Keeping it in there a bit, luckily for him Fiona didn't struggle and just went along with her punishment submissively. If she had struggled he doubted he would have been able to control her. Andrew continued "Well done Chris, please reward Fiona's cooperation by giving her a complementary shampooing to go with the facial"
Catching Andrew's drift Chris grabbed two large handfuls of jam and - splat! - massaged them into Fiona's hair. Fiona looked livid, it was hard to tell whether it was the jam or her face under it that was purple. No good deed goes unpunished she thought herself.
Andrew turned to Allison - "Now it's your turn Allie! Please stand with your legs apart and your arms out in the pool. Chris will take care of the rest"
Chris popped behind the stage and came back wearing what looked like a proton pack and wielding a gun much like those from Ghostbusters. As soon as he switched it on was clear that it was a kind of lather dispenser. Starting at her feet, then getting the hang of the gun and working upwards he slowly changed Allison into a human marshmallow. He worked up over her legs, covered her crotch, getting an "oooh" from her, and up her belly. Just as he was about to reach her tits, Allison screamed gleefully "Ohhh yeah! Spray your creamy goo all over my tits, Chris!" to more laughter from the audience, again at the sheer cheek of this lady. Chris obliged, covering her chest and moved upwards. Allison then groaned in a faux-aroused voice "Unnh, cover my face in your white sticky stuff!" the crowd audibly groaned at that one, cheesy as it was. Chris just diligently stuck to his work and soon Allison had disappeared into the lather, only her hands and handcuffs had been spared so she could throw the ball.
Andrew thanked Chris "Thank you Chris! That seems to have shut both of them up for the time being..."
Fiona stared daggers at Andrew. For all anyone knew so did Allison, but as she was just an amorphous blob it was hard to tell. "Now Fiona, it's your turn, if you hit both of the Blob's cups you win, or more accurately lose less. And trust me you will enjoy the forfeit"
Nobody had thought about it before Andrew said it, but as Allison had knocked her own cup over she did indeed have only 2 cups left and could be defeated this turn. Fiona - it seemed - took Andrew's words to heart, so made sure her eyes were clean, wiping the jam off on her bra, which made her breasts jiggle much to the enjoyment of the crowd, never mind Andrew and Chris.
She took careful aim, threw, and jumped up in the air, pumping her fist as her first ball hit.
Andrew cut in, holding his hand out to stop her as she prepped her second ball - "OK Fiona, wait a second! Not to ramp up the tension too much, but we'll let Blobby over there drink this one first. Oh, and *try* not to get too nervous or, put pressure on yourself while you wait, ok, *sweetie*...?" Andrew smiled sweetly but Fiona scowled back. She scowled because he clearly did want her to get nervous, not to mention and the 'sweetie' crack being because she was covered in jam.
Allison picked up her cup, her hands still cuffed together. Just before it was at her mouth, Chris moved in to wipe her face clean, which seemed like an act of mercy until the audience noticed the 'rag' he used was the skirt she had been wearing.
Not bothered by this, Allison drank her second to last beer. She'd be glad when this was over, she was now feeling quite drunk. "It says O" Allison said, slightly slurring her words.
"Ah O! No need to look that one up, O is for Oatmeal! Chris if you could..." Andrew didn't need to finish the sentence as Chris had already grabbed the bucket and started slowly pouring the thick gloopy substance over Allison. Truth be told, she seemed to be rather enjoying the sensation of the thick warm substance mingling with the airy lather. Unfortunately for her, her hands were still cuffed preventing her from spreading it around, plus the bucket wasn't very big, so the heavy warm sensation was limited only to her head. "Well I think we might have made a mistake having warm oatmeal by the looks of things." said Andrew noticing Allison's enjoyment of this particular "punishment"
Fiona looked disgusted at Allison, how could she enjoy having that stuff poured over her? She didn't have much time to contemplate this as Andrew then addressed her "Now Fiona, you could secure Allison's fate here if you hit. Not only will you save yourself from your remaining forfeit but any worse forfeits as well"
Fiona took careful aim.
"So no pressure then" said Andrew, leaning in
Fiona was slowly, deliberately practicing the motion to throw, cocking her arm.
"No pressure at all" said Andrew loudly.
This clearly rattled Fiona - taking her out of her 'zone' as he'd clearly intended - much to the amusement of everyone but Fiona. He put his hand up for quiet,
"Sorry, I couldn't resist. Now seriously, everyone hush."
Fiona took aim then threw. The ball sailed through the ait and lightly hit the cup. It bounced up, landed on the lip, rolled along it like a golf ball circling the hole, then dropped in! The crowd went bananas as did Fiona who was jumping up and down in joy; her tits bouncing and very nearly popping out of her bra. She dropped to her knees clenching both fists skywards and screaming in victory.
Andrew went over to her - mic in hand. "Ladies and gentlemen we have our loser! Fiona how do y.."
"AAARRGH IEIEE!"
Andrew was interrupted mid sentence by bloodcurdling screams from Fiona. They were followed by several choice curse words from the host himself, as what could only be described as a torrent of ice water had descended on Fiona, and due to his proximity, Andrew as well.
The torrent stopped after a couple of seconds and Fiona started shouting "What the fuck! I won, why the fu..." she gabbled before she saw Andrew was completely soaked and shivering like her. This clearly wasn't meant to happen! This theory was confirmed as Andrew tried to speak into the microphone, before throwing it to the floor in frustration - the ice water had clearly done a number on that as well.
Chris came over, laughing profusely as he handed Andrew another mic.
"That..." started Andrew angrily "...was not supposed to happen! Fiona - for once you have my sincere apologies! But more importantly I promise you that the incompetent who pressed your button instead of Allison's..."
He looked over at Allison who was laughing, holding her sides at the sight of Fiona and the host soaked and shivering.
"...INSTEAD OF ALLISON'S..." he repeated loudly until the hint was gotten, and shrieks from Allison rang round the studio as the torrent of ice water that should have been for her in the first place started up.
"...will be punished, you will have your revenge!" he finished.
Allison was still screaming her head off, the torrent she got seemed to last even longer than the one Andrew and Fiona shared. Fiona looked at the host once again. He was soaked - his linen shirt semi see through and clinging to his torso, his jeans clinging to his legs. She noticed for the first time he was wearing flip-flops and saw some bits of ice nestled between his toes. She almost felt sorry for him before she remembered what she'd been put through.
Fiona looked Andrew right in the eye, grabbed the mic, pulled it towards her and spat "I want to be the one to punish whoever ruined my moment of triumph!!"
Andrew returned her fierce gaze, impressed by her relative calm and even more so by her focus on revenge "Deal! That's the least I can offer." Turning his head to Chris he said "Stop sniggering and get the poor girl a nice warm bathrobe!" Chris sped off knowing he'd better listen.
"Now Allison..." Andrew started as he walked over to her, not seeming to have any sympathy for her shivering. She was naked; her nipples rock hard, much as they were when they'd been hosed off in the shower segment "...how do you feel? Cold? Then drink your beer!"
She did as she was commanded, still shivering as she drained the cup. Andrew waited impatiently, for her to finish, and the second she finished - seeming to have lost all patience - he snatched the empty cup from her "It says M, which means Milk, cold milk!" He walked over to the area where the messy items were "As Chris isn't here I'll have to this myself." In no mood to hang around, he proceeded to quickly dump 5 two-pint cartons of what appeared to be rather cold milk over Allison, judging by her further shrieks and squeals. However, as she was already freezing cold it didn't do much apart from make her skin slightly pale as the water torrent had cleaned off all the previous messes anyway. Chris meanwhile had returned and given Fiona a bathrobe like the ones worn by the winner - only this one obviously didn't have 'winner' written on it. Andrew walked to his dais taking of his soaked linen shirt and tossed it off to the side of the stage, to a few wolf whistles from the audience.
"Brrr....! We'll have a short break so I can change AGAIN, and we can clear the stage for Allison's punishment. And hopefully we'll find the incompetent who soaked Fiona and me so we can bring them to justice!"
He really did mean a short break! Roughly 5 minutes had passed before he appeared back on stage. Now wearing cargo shorts and a white long sleeved linen shirt that had buttons halfway down and a strange round buttoned neck, he was however still wearing the same black flip flops but was dry and had done his hair again. He picked up the show from behind his dais
"Due to running out of clean dry trousers I've been reduced to wearing these staff cargo shorts..." he didn't look amused "We'll get back to that later! First - please welcome back Fiona!" The crowd cheered loudly and out walked Fiona, she too had her hair dried and done, it was now pulled back tight in a ponytail and she was still wearing the comfy looking bathrobe. "Welcome back Fiona, now you've sportingly agreed to finish chugging your 3 remaining beers if you can then choose which of the forfeits to inflict on the incompetent who drenched us, correct?"
She nodded.
"Okay Fiona - chug those beers, because I've found out who the incompetent is." Fiona started knocking back the 3 remaining beers, rounding off with another large burp to cheers from the audience. "Well done, thank you Fiona. Please send out the incompetent!"
Out walked a slim fit looking girl who looked a lot younger than most of the girls on the show, she had very long brown hair, reaching all the to the top of her tight little ass, she was wearing black dress shoes with a modest heel, a grey pencil skirt and a cream coloured blouse which was loose fitting but low cut and just hinted that she might have an ample bosom beneath it, she was also slightly tanned and looked like she might have some Italian heritage. She approached Andrew hesitantly, wide eyed and clearly terrified. This wasn't helped when she caught Fiona's eye and Fiona glared directly at her with what looked like murder in her eyes.
"So what do you have to say for yourself?!" Andrew asked her, seeming to have regained his composure.
"Well my name is Chloe, I'm 18 and I'm an..."
Fiona interrupted her "Who cares who the fuck you are, what the fuck did you do to me!!?" Andrew stepped in between the two; afraid Fiona might physically attack the girl.
Andrew said sternly to Chloe "Well she does have a point, what happened, Chloe?"
Chloe tried desperately to avoid eye contact with Fiona looking at the floor wretchedly "Well, I knew I was supposed to soak the loser, but it was taking so long I was checking my Facebook and then I heard you say 'we have a loser Fiona'...I pressed the button! I'm really sorry Andrew, I didn't mean to soak you!" she pleaded
"But you meant to soak me you little twerp" Fiona interjected.
Andrew turned to Fiona "Now Fi, save that anger for Allison. Remember all the stuff she said and how she tried to humiliate you? Chloe made an honest mistake..."
Chloe nodded enthusiastically hoping for some mercy
"...we've all made them, especially when we were her age. Right?"
Fiona didn't look convinced, so Andrew continued "Besides I'm sure she'll do anything she can to make amends" he turned to Chloe "Right?"
She eagerly nodded "Yes! Anything!"
Andrew smiled "Remember you said that... because it might have been an honest mistake, but you did ruin Fiona's moment of victory. So you realise you will be punished here in front of the audience Chloe? Fiona will pick one the remaining forfeits for you to undergo."
Chloe's eyes widened in terror, what about my friends? They'll see me humiliated on TV! She thought.
Andrew continued "The only reason we are being mild is because this is a first offence. If you fuck up again, my girl, there will be *severe* consequences. You're over 18, you've signed an agreement and waiver for this show - just check the fine print if you don't believe me, and so best if you agree and you really don't want to mess up again"
Chloe looked terrified and like she could start to cry at any moment "But I'm really sorry and I'm only..."
Andrew gave her a stern look and she stopped midsentence as he replied "One more word out you and I'll give Fiona free reign to do whatever she likes to you!"
If Chloe had looked terrified before, that was nothing to how she looked now! Seeing the delighted look on Fiona's face when Andrew mentioned free reign didn't help.
"So Fiona..." Andrew said turning towards her, "...which of the three forfeits will Chloe be suffering at your hands? Will it be 'Applesauce attack', 'Gunge Galore' or will it be 'Naughty Nutella'? And remember these forfeits could've befallen you!"
Fiona was clearly weighing her choices, she liked the sound of '...attack' involving applesauce, but reckoned it was just there for alliteration and theatricality. 'Gunge Galore' also sounded promising but if they were willing to give Chloe a second chance they'd probably limit Fiona in that as well. That left only one option; but admittedly she did like the sound of 'Naughty Nutella'.
She turned to Andrew "Well I think I'll have to go for Naughty Nutella"
Andrew smiled "Naughty Nutella it is then, we have two jars for you to choose from. One has been left out in front of the studio lights and is pourable - the other has been sitting in the pantry so isn't pourable, but it isn't solid either. Which would you like?"
A puzzled looking Fiona ask the host "What do I care what Chris uses on the useless cunt?"
Andrew looked surprised "Oh I'm sure Chris wouldn't mind doing it, but I thought *you'd* prefer to administer her punishment yourself!" Fiona's face lit up, she was going to get to gunge someone else, and the girl who'd soaked her no less! "However if you do, you will have to lose the robe"
Not even another second passed before the robe hit the floor to reveal Fiona wearing a black bikini, much to Andrew's surprise. Unlike the one she'd previously been given, this one wasn't several sizes too small. Her curvy body was flattered by the material as she stood with her hands on her curvy hips. "So Fiona, will you be pouring the Nutella, or will you go for the more hands on approach?"
Fiona, wearing a huge grin replied "Hands on!"
Andrew signalled for a stage hand to bring the Nutella out, then unscrewed the top on the catering-sized jar, it and handed it to Fiona. "Chloe, please pull your skirt down - as all the Nutella has to go in, onto or around your knickers!"
Chloe looked aghast - there were even some intakes of breath from the crowd at the punishment to be administered. As Chloe stood there looking shocked and a little afraid, Fiona took the initiative. She put the Nutella down, walked over to Chloe, yanked down the zip and ripped the pencil skirt to the floor. She hissed into Chloe's ear "I'm going to enjoy this you little twat, all your friends will see this!"
Chloe was - unfortunately for her - wearing a bright white thong, which although it did offset nicely against her tanned skin, would definitely be ruined beyond repair by the chocolaty spread. Fiona roughly spun Chloe round so her tanned arse in the thong was on display to the audience. Chloe blushed on all four cheeks as the television audience at home saw her bum live on TV. Fiona grabbed a large handful of Nutella and smacked one side of her ass with it, then grabbing another handful she did the same to her other cheek eliciting a yelp from Chloe.
Fiona then proceeded to massage and spread it over her exposed cheeks, reloading she did the same to her hips. The back and sides had been covered, so Chloe knew what was coming next. Expecting to be turned round, she wasn't - much to her surprise Fiona grabbed the back of the thong and pulled it away, pulling the material out of the crack of her pert backside. The next load of Nutella went into the back of her thong and her crack, making her shudder involuntarily, especially as Fiona let the thong go with a 'ping' causing the chocolate to splatter outwards and Chloe to yelp as it was squashed further into her crack. Roughly grabbing her shoulder to spin her round again, this time exposing the pristine white front of her underwear to the audience; Fiona asked "I'm sorry Chloe, aren't you enjoying my work?"
Trying desperately not to cry, Chloe shock her head.
"I'll have to try harder then!" said Fiona she scooped up more Nutella, this time it did go where Chloe had expected, forcefully smeared into the material of the front panel of her thong, which was no longer distinguishable from the rest of her Nutella covered nether regions.
Andrew grabbed the mic and asked "Do you feel better now Fiona"
A surprised Fiona turned around "Oh no - I'm not finished. You said around, and IN."
Andrew sighed "Well by all means, don't let me keep you if you have any Nutella left" He was right; regrettably she'd practically finished the jar. Still, she wasn't going to let this bitch off that easily, so she scraped all that was left over together. It was only a small handful, but it was the thought that counts she thought to herself. She pulled open the destroyed thong, Chloe gasped in disbelief - she thought Fiona was just bluffing - she couldn't believe she would do this to her!
Fiona took a look inside at Chloe's pussy and chuckled to herself, before announcing "Well well well! You've even waxed for me... how sweet..." Chloe turned deep red, but looked at Fiona, shaking her head to beg her not to do what she feared she was going to do. Fiona smiled malevolently at Chloe and plunged her hand into the open thong, spreading the Nutella around. Chloe groaned as the sticky chocolate was slathered over her sensitive pussy.
"Who did you wax for, little girl?" asked Fiona wickedly. Chloe just shook her head vigorously.
Fiona moved her Nutella-covered finger, tracing between Chloe's labia, causing Chloe's eyes to widen at being explored so intimately. Fiona continued searching until she found and hovered the finger over to the young girl's clit.
Chloe's eyes widened further, now the size of saucers she looked at Fiona in fear and disbelief as Fiona said evilly "Tell me, or otherwise it won't just be inside your panties the Nutella will be going, but even further *inside*!" and she gently flicked her finger over her clit. Terrified, Chloe stared at Fiona, her mouth a perfect O in disbelief - as if to say you wouldn't! Fiona began to move her finger more quickly over Chloe's clit, and to Chloe's shame and Fiona's delight she felt her clit start to harden at the stimulation. Chloe understood - the clear response was Fiona most definitely WOULD.
Speaking quickly, her eyes flickering as she tried to fight the stimulation Chloe stammered - "I I...have a date after the show"
Fiona laughed at her "Have you been out with them before?"
Chloe only shook her head, gasping gently as Fiona continued to idly torment her clit with one finger, pleasuring her against her will in front of this audience. Laughing once more Fiona taunted "So you waxed for a first date, you little slag!" She moved her finger further down and applied pressure to push between Chloe's folds; she wanted to slip her finger into her pussy but as she reached the entrance she felt a hand on her arm, pulling her hand out of Chloe's panties.
"Sorry Fiona, but I'll have to stop you." interrupted Andrew.
Fiona started to protest but Andrew explained "It's now time for you to have your way with Allison.." That changed her expression all right - punishing Chloe was fun, but surely nothing compared to the fun she'd have at Allison's expense!
She removed her hand from Chloe's panties and slid her pencil skirt back into place, finishing by doing her zip up for her, Chloe still trembling. She turned to Andrew "Can I have a towel for my hand?"
Andrew smiled at her before saying "No, I'll give you something better if you can be patient for a minute." She pouted but didn't have much choice but to accept this. "Now Chloe, stop snivelling and get back up to the control booth. And if I find out you've tried to clean yourself up in any way I'll give Fiona free reign to do whatever she wants with you! And as I'm sure Allison will find out, you don't want that! Now Shoo!"
Chloe quickly hurried off stage, keen to escape the cameras as Allison made her way back to the stage, cleanly showered and dried but still naked. All she was wearing were the letters L O S E R clearly visibly in permanent marker on her tits!
Andrew beckoned her over "First things first" he said grabbing a marker from his cargo pocket writing D O U B L E above her tits on her chest to laughter from both Fiona and the crowd. "Now Allie - you previously described your hair colour as dirty blonde, but you were mistaken, your hair isn't dirty blonde... Fiona - show her what dirty blonde hair is *really* like"
Fiona beamed - cottoning on to what Andrew meant, but first she had an idea, and slyly asked Allison "Alli, would you like some Nutella?"
Allison, not having seen what'd happened to Chloe, and confused at Fiona being nice and offering her something tasty, replied "...sure, I love Nutella"
Fiona reached out with the finger that she'd been tormenting Chloe with, and popped it into Allison's waiting mouth for her to taste the chocolate. Allison eagerly licked and sucked the spread off. The chocolate tasted lovely, but then she detected a note of something altogether less sweet and waaayy more pungent. Fiona could barely hide her delight as Allison realised what that taste was and Allison's face twisted into disgust.
"Urrgh! What is that?!" said Allison, at the unidentified taste of the 18-year old junior staff member's pussy mixed with the chocolate, but suspecting the truth.
Fiona laughed loudly, and said "Well sweetie, that useless cunt - pardon the pun - that soaked me, got to experience Nutella in a whole new way - you should count yourself lucky Andrew stopped me as I went for a tiny paddle into the pink, and didn't get *really* mean on that girl, if you catch my meaning"
With that, she prepared to clean her hands properly and show Allison indeed what dirty blonde hair was really like; this was indeed better than a towel! She ran her Nutella covered hand through Allison's blonde; now dirty blonde; hair till her hand was more or less clean.
***
Allison looked flabbergasted, she turned to Andrew "Wait - you're not going to let her get away with that are you?!"
Andrew started laughing "I told you, you wouldn't want to lose. And giving you the hair colour you *claimed* to have was my idea... so yes, I'm fine with that." Allison looked both shocked and angry as Andrew continued - "And as for Chloe, she might have gone too far. But you were the one who wanted to lick her finger, no one made you." For once Allison seemed at a loss for words. "Oh, and one more thing Allison, Fiona here is the one who will be punishing you, so just a word of warning, you might not want to piss her off" he said winking at her. Both knowing full well that ship had sailed a while ago.
Andrew turned to the winner of this round - "Now Fiona! This will be your show for a bit now. You can do just about whatever you want to this double loser! And in case you run out ideas, we've provided you with this"
Andrew nodded to Rose who pulled a velvet cord, unveiling behind some velvet curtain a St. Andrew's cross (or as some might know it - a Greyjoy cross). Fiona grinned; she was rubbing her hands with glee; whereas Allison was muttering to herself and looking at the floor. "Fiona we're going to help you out in any way we can, our only request is that Allison ends up strapped to that" he said pointing at the newly unveiled device. "Would that be okay with you?"
Fiona was positively glowing with anticipation, the tension between these two had been steadily increasing over the last few games and so Fiona couldn't wait to get her hands on Allison and dish out some punishment "Oh yes it will be my pleasure!" Fiona responded eagerly.
Andrew let Fiona loose on the naked loser - "Well then, please go ahead and let the forfeit commence, and don't forget anything you need just ask!"
Fiona smiled and said "Well, now you mention it, would you happen have a collar and leash?"
Andrew looked at her quizzically, but had already nodded to Rose to go and check. "While we wait to see if Rose can find your items, could you tell us what you have in mind Fiona?"
Fiona looked only too pleased to do so "Well as Allie's been behaving like a bitch the whole game, I thought I'd start off by treating her as one and take her for a walk around the stage to make sure everybody gets to see her"
Andrew actually looked shocked, Rose had returned with a black collar with a Velcro fastening at the back, and a clip at the front for the leash; as well as a 5 foot black rope with a climbing clip at the end. He asked Rose "Where did you find that, I didn't know the show had those"
Rose turned to Andrew, smiled innocently at him and said "The show doesn't... but it can borrow them" and gave him a wink.
Andrew didn't know where to look... he couldn't help wonder how and why Rose had them, he shook his head as if to bring his focus back. "Well, Fiona..."
Fiona interrupted "You let me punish the incompetent, and now I get to do whatever I want with this bitch - you can call me Fi!"
The audience laughed as did the host, who continued, "Well... Fi... it seems you're in luck and someone has anonymously donated the items to you"
Rose gave Fiona a wink and added "Lent actually" The crowd laughed - so much for the anonymity! - and then as one, much like Andrew had done before, they starting murmuring about why someone would have these things.
Fiona took the collar and leash from Rose saying "Thank you to my anonymous benefactor - whoever you are" getting more laughs from the crowd. Then she turned to Allison and commanded "On your knees bitch!"
Allison didn't move. She looked imploringly at Andrew, who showed no sympathy and replied - "I'd do what she tells you, if I was you Allie"
Not the help she was hoping for - she dropped to her knees.
Fiona asked "Andrew would you be a dear and hold the bitch's hair up while I collar her"
Andrew walked over to her and did as she asked, while Fiona bent down and fastened the collar firmly around Allison's neck.
Allison took the chance to beg her, not looking forward to Fiona getting her hands on her "Please Fi, don't do this to me..."
Fiona took no notice instead attaching the leash "Now, bitch, get on all fours! We're going for a walk!" Allison hung her head in shame surely this was too much - even for her! Surely if Chris saw this she had no chance with him now... Fiona gave a tug on the leash, clearly not going to let up. Allison decided to obey, following Fiona on all fours around the stage - the cameras focussing mainly on her swaying tits but occasionally lingering on her ass and exposed pussy.
When they got back to the dais she stood up, but Fiona was having none of it "Sit! Stay!" She commanded.
Allison got back on all fours, and Fi walked over to her and patted her on the head saying "Good girl" getting another laugh from the audience
Allison looked to completely defeated at this point, almost resigned to her fate. Fiona looked at Andrew "Andy... I can call you Andy can't I?" from the start of the forfeit she had actually sounded sincerely friendly towards him.
Andrew replied "Sure! No one does, except Susannah, but sure I don't mind, how may I help you?"
Fiona beamed back and asked innocently "Well, I was wondering... could you pie my ass?"
A sharp intake of breath came from the crowd - and everyone on stage for that matter
Andrew quizzed Fiona "Are you sure Fi, you want me to pie *your* ass, not Allison's?"
Fiona nodded in response "I'm sure" as she turned her back to the audience and reached down to her bikini bottom - calmly sliding the fabric of her bikini bottom rear together in the middle to make it a thong, as she'd previously worn, to a smattering of wolfwhistles and applause from the audience.
Fiona stood in front of the dais, placing her hands on it and bending over at her hips and wiggling her semi exposed ass towards the audience, then sweetly said "Pie my ass please, Andy"
Andrew shrugged and thought okay, why not? Rose brought him a pie, he stepped round in front of the dais, cocked his arm back and splattered the pie all over her ass to oohs and aahs from the crowd, and even what sounded like an excited "oooh!" from Fi herself.
Fi giggled "Thank you Andy. Now, bitch, you've been obsessed with my ass all game, be a good doggy and lick it clean"
As Fi's plan became clear there were shocked sounds again from the audience. Andrew and Rose were laughing but clearly impressed with the punishment . Allison didn't move so Fiona who had anticipated this asked for the leash to be passed to her. Once in hand she gave it a sharp tug and proceeded to pull Allison closer towards her ass. She commanded once more "Lick my ass bitch" Allison looked pleadingly at Andrew and Rose, just then realising Rose wasn't stood next to Andrew. Just then she felt a hand grab the hair on the back of her head
"She said lick her ass bitch" it was Rose who then proceeded to shove her face into Fi's ass, before pulling it back "Now lick or I'll get my riding crop!" Rose barked at her.
Allison had no choice but to obey, she slowly stuck her tongue and started timidly licking up the cream. Andrew held his mic up to Fiona "So Fi how that feel, was it worth the pie?"
Fiona responded "It feels okay, the bitch needs to try harder, I'll help her" and with that she started pushing off on the dais and into Allison's face. She repeated the action a few times, Allison's head now stuck between Rose's hand and Fiona's ass. Allison decided the best way to get this over with was to comply so she redoubled her efforts and had soon cleared away the pie.
Rose, shoving Allison's face into Fiona's ass one final time, told Fiona "Your ass has been well and truly licked, it's cream free"
"Okay then - thank you for your help" Fiona said to Rose.
"My pleasure, really thank you for letting me help" Rose replied.
Standing up and flexing her back a bit Fiona pulled Allison by the leash to the cross. Allison, having learnt her lesson, stayed down this time, although it didn't help because soon Fiona yanked on the leash once more "Get up and onto the cross" she barked at her.
Her spirit clearly broken, Allison did as she was told putting a leg on each of the lower arms on the structure, but before she could finish, a tug on her leash stopped her
"I want you the other way around, facing the cross." Said Fiona.
Puzzled, Allison did as she was bid, and Rose came over to help with the fastening to the cross.
Fiona turned to Andrew "You probably want her the other way around don't you Andy?"
The host responded "Well yeah, that was the general idea, but what have you got planned?"
Fiona looked especially pleased at being asked this question "Well Andy, this bitch kept saying I have a things for asses....well it's time to come clean. I *really* enjoyed spanking Kim, and all I've been able to think about whenever she said something mean, or acted like a slut to gain an advantage over me, is how much I'd enjoy spanking HER"
Allison started straining against her bonds and shaking her head repeating "No! You can't let her!"
Andrew walked round to her calmly, so she could see him.
"Why?" he asked Allison.
Taken aback at the question, she looked confusedly at the host, so he repeated "Why?"
Still seeming not to understand the question, Allison didn't reply, so Andrew, clearly nearing the end of his patience asked "Why can't I let her?!"
Allison was clearly searching desperately for an answer, so she tried "It's not fair!" lamely
Andrew started to laugh loudly - trying to respond, but not able to speak in between laughing at the ridiculousness "So the rest of the forfeits, punishments..."
He couldn't hold back more more laughter...
"nudity, *orgasms* that have happened tonight..."
Subsiding into laughter again...
"...were fair??" he finally managed, before succumbing to more laughter. He walked over to his dais, grabbed the gavel and loudly banged it twice
"Objection overruled!", wiping tears from his eyes from laughing at the absurdity of Allison's plea.
Turning to Fiona "Fi, how would you determine the amount of spanks?"
Smiling as innocently as she could manage, but shaking with anticipation at the opportunity, in her sweetest voice Fiona replied "Till I can't lift my arm anymore?"
This drew raucous laughter and cheers from the crowd.
Andrew smiled but shook his head - "I'm sorry Fi, but that seems like cruel and unusual punishment, besides - she will need to be able to compete at least once more, so that's out"
Fiona pouted, thought for a minute then offered "OK - What about one for each cup I drank?"
Counting in his head the host replied "that would make it 11, I believe, would you like to make it an even twelve?"
Nodding enthusiastically, Fiona seemed happy enough with 12 spanks. Rose brought her out a red cup from the last beer pong game, and explained "Sorry Fi - we felt a bit sorry for Allison, so we thought it was only fair to at least make it exciting. Chug the pint and it's 12, if you don't it's 10"
The camera panned around to Allison's face she looked livid.
Fiona looked at it and asked "So if I don't finish this pint - I'll still get to spank Allie 10 times?"
Andrew nodded in response.
Fiona immediately picked up the pint and walked over to Allison. Andrew and Rose assumed she was doing this just to show Allison she'd soon be spanked 12 times, so nobody did anything to stop her, but they maybe didn't see the malice in Fiona's eyes. "Allie dear, remember when I had to drink your two beers for calling you a lightweight?"
Thinking back, Allison's eyes went wide remembering what she'd done with those beers. She wouldn't!
Fiona swilled the full cup around, as she said "Well honey, payback, much like you... is a bitch" and with that Fiona grabbed the back of Allison's head by the hair, and tilted her head back. Allison stupidly opened her mouth to protest, but Fiona moved quickly and poured the pint over her face and Allison spluttered as she nearly inhaled the beer. The pint went all over her face, down her throat and all down her front, cascading over her tits reaching all the way to her exposed pussy. As Allison was still coughing and spluttering because of the beer that unexpectedly went down her throat, Fiona turned to the crowd and shrugged and held up both hands "Well I'll just have to settle for 10 then" Pulling an exaggerated sad face.
Andrew, conscious of time hurried Fiona along - "Fi, if you wouldn't mind actually spanking Allie, we only have a loose timetable for the show, just not *this* loose."
Fiona replied "Sorry, I couldn't resist a bit of payback. I'll get to work!"
Cheers from the crowd as Fiona walked around the cross, swinging her arms as if to warm up. Taking up position she said "Now Allie - this is going to hurt you as much as it hurts you" to more laughter from the crowd. The laughter stopped suddenly, replaced with a loud "oooh" as the first spank landed. The camera showed Allison with her jaw clenched - she would not give Fiona the satisfaction of yelping. A second, third and fourth spank followed all on the left cheek as the first had been, but still no sound from Allison. Fiona, not deterred by this, switched to Allison's right check, taking aim and hitting roughly the same spot four consecutive times.
She then turned to Andrew "That's 8, 4 on each cheek to make them evenly pink. Can I have the paddle for the last two?"
Andrew smiled "You could have had it for all 10 if you'd have asked..."
Fiona cursed herself - she hadn't wanted to push her luck. Andrew continued "...but I do admire you wanting to go for the hands-on approach, as you did with Chloe. Here's your paddle" Handing it to her.
"You were lucky bitch!" Fiona spat at Allison, who still had her jaw clenched shut, the pain on her face was clear to see, unbeknownst to Fiona. Paddle in hand Fiona first stroked Allison's butt with it, she then pulled back and absolutely whacked her ass with the paddle this time hitting both cheeks "Aaaauuuw you fucking bitch" said Allison, her silence broken.
Fiona beamed broadly "No dearie - *you're* the bitch, ready for your second paddle sweetie?".
"Leave my ass alo....AAArgh!" Allsion started to say, the second paddle strike cutting her off midsentence as Fiona had intended.
Fiona pumped her non paddle holding fist, turning to the audience and mimicked hitting a home run before bowing, to absolutely rapturous applause from the audience.
The host walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder "Well Fi, did you enjoy your revenge? It certainly looked like it!"
Fiona, beaming like a Cheshire cat, replied "Yes! Yes I did! It's just a shame it's over".
Meanwhile, in the background, Rose had unfastened Allison, and turned her to face the audience, as was the original intention, then refastened her to the cross.
"Well it doesn't have to be..." Andrew said to Fiona who immediately was on tenterhooks. Andrew elaborated "The reason we wanted Allison on the cross as she is now, is that Rose was going to force her to cum, while tied up helplessly"
Large cheers and oohs emanated from the crowd
Andrew smiled as he revealed the proposition - "Well... I thought you might want to take Rose's position, as it were"
Fiona started nodding and jumping up and down enthusiastically on the stage, her boobs bouncing and hair flopping all over the place.
Completely redundantly Andrew asked "...is that something you'd be interested in?" to laughter from the crowd.
Fiona grabbed the mic and shouted "YESSS!!"
Andrew asked Rose to stand down with a simple "Rose?"
Rose did not look happy - she'd taken great joy in tormenting poor Sophie earlier and wanted to do the same again.
Andrew smiled at her and said "Don't pout Rose, I'm sure we'll be able to put your sadistic skills to use soon!"
Still unhappy, but not left much choice Rose handed Fiona the Hitachi "Massage wand" she had in hand.
Andrew asked "Fiona, would you like Rose to show you how it works?"
Fiona flicked the switch and pressed the Hitachi against Allison's skin just above her pussy and replied "I think I've got the hang of it Andy, but thanks"
A few whistles came from the crowd as Fiona clearly seemed familiar with the device.
Andrew told Fiona to get started by saying "Well in that case, make her cum!" to huge cheers from the crowd. They started their 'Make her cum' chant as they'd done with Sophie.
Fiona crouched to get a good angle of attack, and started moving the Hitachi down and onto Allison's pussy, immediately eliciting involuntary low moans from Allison. She lowered it slightly more, causing Allison's moans to become more guttural - Allison seemed very sensitive, something that hadn't escaped Fiona's notice. She took her free hand moving it up Allison's leg slowly. Allie was shaking her head gently while moaning louder and louder. Then Fiona's hand reached the upper end of Allie's thigh. Fiona looked up at her and asked "You want it don't you bitch? You want my fingers in you while I use the Hitachi...!"
Allison hated herself for this, but she wanted it so badly, so she nodded. Fiona pretended not to notice, "Maybe I was mistaken" she said slowly sliding her hand back down Allie's leg.
"Nooo!"
Fiona looked up, pretending to be shocked "What do you mean?"
Allison really hated herself for this, but she hated Fiona even more at this moment, the bitch was going to make her say it! "I do" she tried.
Fiona smiled maliciously "What? I didn't ask you to marry me, 'You do' - what?"
Fuck!
Livid with herself, Allison knew there was no chance for saving any face - she'd just have to say it! "I want... I want... your fingers inside my pussy!"
Fiona started to slide her hand back up, but as her fingers brushing against Allison's pussy she paused "Say please!"
Allison had well and truly given up, she just wanted to cum no matter what it took! "Please Fiona, I want your fingers in my oooh"
Fiona had applied slightly more pressure on the Hitachi and said "Sorry bitch, what was that?"
Another groan came from Allison - be it from arousal or frustration but she quickly spoke "I want your fingers insidemypussy "
Fiona again applied pressure - this time Allison had expected it and managed to quickly finish her sentence, but Allison repeated "Please Fiona, please I want your fingers in my pussy" Allison almost beseeched Fiona.
Fiona indulged Allison - she slid her index finger in first, expecting to have to work a second finger in gradually, but instead she was surprised at the ease her finger slid in - this bitch was sopping wet! She quickly slid her middle finger in as well, all the while still moving the Hitachi over her pussy. She gently started to move her fingers up and down inside Allison, whose moans of pleasure were getting louder and louder.
"Harder! Harder! Please" screamed Allison taking even Fiona slightly by surprise "Fingerblast me!"
Fiona stood up - keeping the Hitachi in position and her fingers in her pussy. Looking Allison in the eye she said "I'll fingerblast you all right, you filthy slut, but as you cum I want you to scream 'I'm a Slut' over and over! Understood? "
Allison nodded submissively and true to her word Fiona started to slide her fingers up and down in her pussy, gradually increasing the force and speed with each stroke while forcing the Hitachi against her engorged clit - it didn't take long for Allison to throw her head back and gasp "May I cum?"
This sudden submissive turn did take Fiona off guard "No!" she responded the crowd who had been chanting 'Cum! Cum!'. The crowd responded in kind by changing the chant to 'Let her cum!'
This really is quite a spectacle Andrew thought to himself, he couldn't have hoped for it to go any better.
"Please!! Please May I cum?" repeated Allison, this time Fiona responded "Yes! But remember our deal"
Allison's eyes rolled back into her head and started to repeat "I'm a slut, I'm a slut, I'm a slutImaslut, Imaslut, ImaSLUT, 'MASLUT, 'MASLUT,'MASLU,'MMMASLUUUU", her words becoming garbled as she gave into the pleasure and came very loudly shaking bodily against her restraints. Eventually Fiona slowed and removed her fingers, keeping the Hitachi in place but not grinding it into her pussy anymore. She removed her fingers from Allison's vagina and shoved them into Allison's mouth who was still repeating a gabled tantric version of I'm a slut
"Clean my fingers bitch!" taunted Fiona.
Allison obediently did what she was ordered, not complaining as she'd previously done. When Fiona was satisfied she pulled her hand out and took the Hitachi away, handing it to an awestruck Rose. "Did I do okay?" asked Fiona, not waiting for an answer. She walked over to her robe, put it on and began to walk offstage as she passed Andrew giving him a peck on the cheek saying to him "Thanks Andy,I gave her what she had coming... I enjoyed that!" and walked offstage.
Andrew recovering from his shock "Ladies and Gentleman, a big hand for Fiona!!" The crowd actually stood up and applauded as she walked offstage. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, we promised and Fiona certainly delivered!"
Allison, spent from cumming so hard was now hanging limply against her restraints. Andrew continued "We thought we'd be kind after giving Allie such a hard time, so we'll leave her hanging on the cross. She'll have a ringside seat to see who will possibly face her later, as next up is the conclusion of Twister! Which we'll play to see which of our winners will compete against Sophie the loser, facing Allison...eventually"
Rose took the mic "Let's hear it one more time for Fiona!" more raucous sound from the audience "See you in a few minutes!"
Lifeline part 7
Lifeline - part 7


The lights in the studio came up once more and the audience clapped and cheered. Not yet flagging, they were still hungry for even more games and mess...


"Welcome back to part... you know, I've lost count of which part we're up to, but welcome back to Lifeline!" shouted Andrew "We've just seen that Allison will be in the loser's final playing to avoid the ultimate punishment, but who will be joining her?"


A graphic on screen showed Allison in the final, but on the other side of the bracket there were still three names- Anne, and Julie, with one of those facing Sophie.


"Now it's time to bring back onstage our two remaining members of the winner's team Anne and Julie".


The two bounded back onstage, ready to compete. Having just seen the fate that had befallen Allison (and this was only for losing the semi-final, the punishment for losing the final would be worst of all!), they were both serious and wanted to win. The playfulness of the first round of Twister had taken on a much more serious edge.


Andrew continued "Now, the original plan was to do another round of Twister, but we've got a problem... Chris seems to have gone AWOL at the moment, and so I'm going to struggle with playing Twister on my own... "


Boos rained down from the audience


"...but as your faithful host I'm prepared and have a backup plan!"


Cheers replaced the boos.


"Ladies, you're a sporty pair, so I thought we'd play a game of dodgeball instead! You can see we have a court marked out over here... the rules are simple. Get hit by one of your opponent's balls and you lose! You can deflect it with a ball of your own, but if the ball hits any part of your body, and be sure we can use slow-motion replays if we have to... You'll be out. Also, if you throw a ball and your opponent manages to catch it, you will be eliminated instead! Now I'm sure you audience members are wondering... what is the messy twist...? Well, it's simple, there are some areas on the court which when stepped on, will trigger a rain of something unpleasant from the sky... so watch out for that ladies..."


Finishing his explanation of the rules, Andrew motioned to the girls to get ready to begin the game.


The ladies took their places on opposite sides of the court, half crouched, leaning forward and ready to sprint to the centre where five balls were lined up across the court.


Andrew called them to readiness and blew his whistle to start the game. Both girls sprinted to the centre line, neither taking their eyes off the other. Bending down to grab a ball each simultaneously, the two sized each other up, ready to attack or counter if their opponent attacked first. Julie started backing up, still facing Anne, but in her haste and with the adrenaline of the game, she momentarily stumbled; which provided the lapse of concentration Anne needed to toss her ball at Julie; hitting her firmly on the thigh. The blast of Andrew's whistle signified a point had been scored.


Julie looked frustrated at herself at having been caught out so quickly, only seconds after the start of the game! She pounded the ground with her fists in frustration as she stood. Andrew brought the two girls back to centre court, and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could Julie cut him off and said "Hell yes I'll strip!" and quickly unclipped her bra before tossing it to one side.


Andrew chuckled to himself and said "Alright then, didn't even need to ask". He was about to send the girls back to their positions either ride of the court when a voice from offstage spoke into a handheld mic "Hey everyone! Look who I've found!"


Rose walked onstage, her arm linked with Chris', practically dragging him behind her. The young man was looking somewhat red-faced.


"Ah, Chris! So nice of you to choose to join us!" Said Andrew somewhat testily "Anne, Julie, go and get ready for the next round while I deal with this..."


"Sorry..." said Chris, looking embarrassed


... An awkward silence followed as all eyes on the studio were on the young punky-looking man waiting for him to speak, but no further explanation was forthcoming from Chris.


"Are you going to tell the class why you were late...?" said Andrew, playing up as the strict teacher


Chris shifted uncomfortably but didn't speak.


Rose spoke up sweetly "I think I can tell you why..."


Andrew looked at Rose, eyebrows raised. Chris looked at Rose guiltily, eyes pleading with her.


Rose continued "...would you like me to tell you what Chris was doing...?"


Chris, eyes wide, shook his head at Rose, pleading with her.


"Yes!" replied the audience as one.


Rose smiled back sweetly and said to Andrew "Well, I was just stopping by the chiller to get a fresh cart of pies when I walked past the green room for the losers. I heard a noise from in there, so I went to go in, but it's funny... The door was locked! I listened at the door to see if I could work out what was happening. I could hear the sound of the show from inside, it sounded like Allison's punishment was going on. So someone was watching Allison's punishment on a monitor in there... and it sounded like that someone was not having the best of times, they were moaning, and going "Oh my god", and there was this... wet slapping sound... and just as Allison was reaching orgasm over there, I heard at the same time this kind of strangled cry! So I asked... 'are you alright in there...?' There was no reply; so I banged on the door and asked again, then I said, 'OK, I'll get someone to break the door down and help you, you're clearly in distress judging by the noises you're making'"


Rose gave Chris a devious look. She knew full well what he'd been doing, the innocence and concern for Chris' welfare all an act.


The audience reactions were mixed. Some people were shocked, some others giggled, some even wolf whistled. Chris was bright red. Allison, attached to the cross, was equally conflicted. It was clear Chris had been watching her punishment and had been... pleasuring himself during it. Rose, however, was delightedly revelling in every second of Chris' embarrassment.


Andrew was also shocked - although maybe not surprised. Allison had been flirting quite heavily with Chris, and what with him seeing all these attractive young half- and fully-naked women; not to mention at least three ladies having been brought to climax in front of the audience; maybe the tension had just become too much and he had to relieve it. Unknown to Andrew the added mess had also made all these girls all the sexier to Chris, he'd loved seeing Allie naked and covered in all manner of gunge, not to mention when she rubbed pie into Sophie's boobs. Seeing her naked and brought to orgasm was far from a disappointment, he just would have liked to see her getting messy as well as getting off...


Andrew next decided to get things back on track. He sent Chris to go stand next to Allison, and await further instructions, saying 'he'd figure out how to handle this later'. Chris blushed hotter than ever, the worst thing they could do is make him stand next to Allison, having known he'd been pleasuring himself watching her. She was pleased, however, and flattered her advances had worked, he clearly found her attractive enough to want to... you know... wank while she was getting off.


Chris stood in silence next to Alison, making sure to not even look her way, intently staring at the volleyball competition about to restart instead, anything to not have to make eye contact with her.


"I'm flattered, you know..." she said softly to Chris. Chris tense up til now, sagged somewhat, the primary feeling was relief, she wasn't grossed out at the idea of what he'd done.


"You are?" He replied hopefully.


"You liked what you saw enough to jerk it to me getting off; of course I'm flattered... I just wish I'd been able to help..." she whispered, with a soft giggle. Chris smiled to himself, and had to fight his loins from stirring anew at Allison's flirtatious line.


As the two had their whispered exchange, Andrew had counted Julie and Anne back in for the next round. Both were topless, Julie in black panties and Anne in pink. Both were lithe, athletic and flexible from hours spent training on the track and in the gym, and more than ready to start again for another round.


The whistle peeped and Anne sprinted for the balls in the centre. Julie followed suit, taking a wider path this time to go for the one nearest the edge furthest from the audience. Meanwhile, Anne went for the edge nearest. Julie grabbed the ball, but in her haste hadn't realised she'd stepped foot in one of the marked squares on the court. As she bent down to pick up the ball, a rain of thick green slime fell from the roof. Bending down she didn't see it, but it hit her head just as she straightened and leaned backwards to back up away from the centre. With a wet slap it hit the top of her head and splattered on the court around her in a large radius. The force of the gunk along with her leaning backwards to retreat caused her to once again lose her balance backwards on the now-slippery floor.


Not again...! What are the odds...?! She cursed to herself.


Anne saw her opponent about to slip over and couldn't believe her luck either. Twice in a row...!


She cocked her arm back and threw quickly and accurately at Julie. Julie, slipping, had just enough wherewithals to see the ball coming, and desperately thrust the ball she herself had picked up in both hands out away from her chest. Her aim was good and she successfully parried away the incoming ball with her own ball. Andrew signalled to show no hit. While Anne scrambled for another ball nearer the centre, Julie rushed to her feet. As Anne bent to pick up the ball, not breaking eye contact with Julie, Julie picked her moment and threw. Anne clocked the incoming shot and hit the floor, prone. This caused the ball to sail inches over Anne's body, but miss. As Julie rushed for another ball, Anne got to her feet, and finally the two faced off on their feet, each holding a ball, now equally sure-footed.


Julie quickly feinted forward and pulled her arm back as if to throw, in the hope of wrong-footing her opponent, but Anne didn't move or falter. Anne quickly responded with a sidestep of her own followed by a real throw but Julie deftly dodged the throw. Left without a ball, and none available on the court Anne retreated to the end furthest from Julie. After a few feints Julie threw her ball as hard as she could at Anne. Her aim was true but Anne was nimble and thrust her body to the right to avoid the incoming ball. She also thrust herself into one of the marked squares on the court, causing a torrent of baked beans to fall from the heavens and splat down on her. Anne shrieked as the beans in their orange sauce fell heavily on her, the torrent was more like a concentrated spherical blob, so by the time they hit her, they all hit at once and Anne had no chance to react or move. Quivering and sticking out her tongue she let out an "ewwww" as she shook her arms to shake the beans off. With both girls now without a ball and none left in the centre, it was a stalemate and Andrew blew his whistle to stop play. Both girls moved back to the centre of their half of the court.


"Wow! Very competitive here!" complimented Andrew as a slow motion replay showed Anne's pert breasts bouncing as she bounded to avoid Julie's accurate throw, and then her getting gunged with beans and her reactions of disgust also in slow motion.


Andrew continued "So, we're going to run out of balls at this rate, these two are closely matched so I have a plan. Never let it be said we do things on the fly or at the last minute on this show, oh no!" He winked at the audience. "I shall stand at centre court and hold out two balls, one each side. Once the original five balls have been exhausted the girls can return to me and grab my balls" Gales of laughter from the audience. Rose chipped in with "Are they blue, Andrew?" With an eye roll Andrew said "God, you lot! I knew having anything with balls would just lead to this kind of thing again! Fine - they can *acquire another ball* from me. And for the record my balls are red..."


More laughter from everyone


"... I mean the dodgeballs... never mind just play!"


Anne looked over and noticed Chris had been standing over on her side of the court. Smiling, she looked at him and playfully toyed with her hair, wrapping a strand of it round one finger, before picking a bean off of her breast and eating it, exaggerating an "Mmmm!" gesture.


Chris, however, couldn't meet her gaze and just looked away.


Anne was surprised; she'd not heard the explanation of where Chris had been and what he'd been up to, as she'd been getting ready for the next round. But with him stood next to Alison, and what had happened with Allison flirting so baldly with Chris in the previous round it didn't take her long to put two and two together. She didn't get long to reflect on this as Andrew started the next round.


The whistle blasted and the two sprinted for the centre and the five fresh balls lined up. The two were extremely cagey this time, they were aware of where the mess squares were located, so they each carefully picked their way to a ball, Julie trying her opponent's tactic and throwing almost straight away. Her aim was off, however, and Anne didn't have to move much to avoid it. Biding her time, Anne waited while Julie went straight for another ball along the line. Anne timed her throw as Julie bent down for the ball, but with cat-like reflexes Julie grabbed the ball and parried away the throw, annoyingly (for her), bouncing it back towards Anne, who recollected it. The two retreated for the furthest corners of the court, carefully picking their way past the mess-triggering areas of the court. Anne threw first, her shot being once again parried away by the ball in Julie's hands. Julie moved down the court to throw her ball, keeping Anne pinned to the back edge of her half. She managed to get stood next to Andrew, and started throwing a ball, then grabbing a fresh one from Andrew as quickly as she could, relay style. This kept Anne pinned against the rear of the court as she daren't come any closer lest she get hit. After a good 30 seconds solid of Julie throwing balls relay style as fast as she could, and Anne dodging them but also not able to catch them; Andrew blew his whistle.


"Stop, stop, stop!" yelled Andrew, "We have another stalemate, Julie isn't going to move from where she is and Anne *can't* move, this is not as interesting - you girls are wayyy too good at this. I think we need to ramp up the difficulty! Susannah, Rose, please come out here!"


The two girls stepped out onto the stage, Susannah in her robe and her self-proclaimed 'come fuck me' shoes, and Rose in her show gear.


Andrew called "Stage hands, bring out the super soakers!"


The two girls were each handed high-powered water pistols. They weren't as powerful as the hoses before but would be able to reach the girls anywhere on the court. They were also attached directly to the water supply, which was *cold*, to ensure they didn't run out.


Rose stood one Anne's side of the court, and Susannah on Julie's.


Andrew asked the two newly-arrived girls "You girls are going to provide some extra... motivation for these two. Please give the audience a demo"


Susannah gave Julie a quick squirt on the bum, and Julie yelped in shock at the coldness. Before Anne could run away, Rose shot a quick blast at Anne's naked chest, causing her nipples to harden with the cold of the chilled water. She couldn't help turning to Chris and giving her erect nipples a little tweak, putting on a show for him.


"Arrgh! That's COLD! But it's made my nipples all hard, maybe you could warm them up for me Chris...?" giggled Anne.


Chris didn't reply, or even look at Anne, he carefully avoided her gaze.


Andrew, ignoring the comment to Chris, still chuckling, said - "So now we have that extra motivation to keep you girls moving - let's continue"


The next exchange began, the two contestants yelping occasionally as they were sprayed with water from the super soaker, or hit with a deluge of something yucky from the ceiling. They weren't able to focus on avoiding the messy squares with the cold water spraying them periodically, it was enough to move from the aim of the super-soaker wielding Susannah or Rose along with avoiding the balls thrown by their opponent. Julie had bright yellow custard fall on her, and Anne was hit with another rain of baked beans, as they dodged, feinted, threw, and missed. The two were clearly well-matched and both well-versed in dodging each others' throws.


After about a minute of play - Anne was running towards the last of the five balls left in the centre. She ran to it, went to lean down to grasp it when Rose squirted the floor behind her, making it slick and slippery. Realising this had happened, Anne quickly tried to change course but Julie was one step ahead and threw the ball at the area Anne was moving for. The ball connected firmly with Anne's arm and Andrew blew his whistle.


The audience applauded the two hard-fought competitors as Andrew brought the two back to the centre. Dripping wet and smeared with streaky green gunge and yellow custard in Julie's case, and beans in Anne's - the two got their breath back. Andrew asked Anne if she'd be willing to strip or take the loss? Anne hesitated, thinking about it for a moment. The audience, clearly wanting to see more of this game started chanting "Strip, strip, strip!". Anne looked around, looking at Allison and remembering the fate she'd been condemned to, brought to orgasm in front of a baying crowd while having to profess she was a slut. She wasn't keen on having to go fully nude but if she didn't it could be way worse for her. She waved to the audience for quiet then said to Andrew "I'll strip"


The audience cheered and Anne slipped her panties to the floor with little fanfare. Kicking them off to the side she took her place ready for the next round.


Rose couldn't resist taunting Anne somewhat, having seen her getting blanked by Chris before "Awww, poor widdle Annie, what's the matter isn't Chris interested any more? Looks like he clearly goes for the more *mature* lady..." that quip earned Rose dagger-sharp looks from Anne as well as Chris and Allison.


Anne and Julie eyed each other from their starting points. The stakes were high now, Anne had no more clothes to give, and so one more loss and she was out. Julie had her panties still on, but she'd prefer to close this off now and send Anne to the loser's bracket.


Time seemed to slow as Andrew raised the whistle to his lips, and blew. The two girls sprinted to the centre almost in slow motion, never taking their eyes off each other. Each went for a ball on the opposite edge of the court, Anne nearest Andrew, and Julie nearest the audience. Julie was on a vertical base, stood upright, and shrugged off a blast from Susannah's super-soaker. She stepped backwards, although it was only a feint, as she then lunged forward to throw at Anne. Anne handily dodged the ball with a full-body dive to the floor, although she landed right onto another messy square, getting a shower of blue gunge on her prone body for her troubles. Struggling to her feet on the messy floor as quickly as she could manage she saw Julie go for another ball but also slip over under the wet and messy floor, giving Anne enough time to get back to her feet. Anne grabbed a second ball as backup while Julie picked up the ball she'd been moving towards. Both upright, they both shrieked in unison as Susannah and Rose blasted them with cold water from their super soakers. But then Julie slipped again.


Anne, seeing her opponent taken off her feet threw her ball. Julie with almost catlike reflexes managed to somehow contort her body while falling to dodge it. As she fell she desperately threw her ball at Anne, who parried it away easily with the second ball she was holding. What she hadn't realised - was that she'd parried it up and away, but also back towards Julie. Julie, seeing this, scrambled to follow the ball in mid-air. Anne, noticing that Julie was looking to catch this rebound, took advantage and threw her ball towards Julie as hard as she could. The airbourne rebound ball was almost in Julie's hands, Anne's thrown one was catching up with Julie fast. The rebound fell into Julie's grasp for a millisecond before Anne's ball collided with it in mid-air, pushing it firmly into Julie.


Both girls held their hands up in the air believing they'd won.


"I hit that ball at her, it was an offensive move and I hit her" shouted Anne


"I caught the ball and rebounded *her* throw I caught it, she loses!" fired Julie back.


Andrew asked to see the replay, and the ball had been grasped by Julie a split-second before Anne's ball hit it it was deemed a catch and parry so Julie had won. Anne flapped her arms in frustration. She looked over at Chris and Allison, who were chatting and giggling, clearly not paying attention and sharing a private moment. This angered the loser hugely.


Anne, naked, wet, and splattered with goo, clearly had something in mind following her loss. She marched over to the side of the stage, and picked up two large buckets. She placed one on the spot on the court marked with a square the squares that would drop goo from above if stepped on. Placing the bucket on the square, the runners above dutifully got the idea and poured blue slime down, and with amazing accuracy managed to get pretty much all of it in the bucket. The audience were quiet now, puzzled at what Anne was doing. Anne also didn't speak a word, and everyone in the studio just stopped to watch Anne in intent silence. Picking up the bucket, now half full with thick blue slime she moved it a few feet to another nearby square. Placing it down on the square and waiting, she looked at the bucket, but nothing happened. After a couple of seconds, she clapped her hands together twice, looking testy, and indicated the bucket with one hand. Obediently, baked beans fell from the ceiling and filled the bucket up to overflowing. Now concentrating on the second, empty bucket she placed that on a third square. No need to clap this time, porridge fell from the ceiling to half fill the bucket. As she went to pick it up Andrew asked "Anne, exactly what are..." he didn't finish the sentence, she merely raised her index finger to quiet him, he took the hint and was silent again. Picking up the bucket she moved it to a fourth square. Almost the second she stepped away green slime fell from the ceiling to top the bucket up, again filling it to overflowing. Some of the residual splatter nearly hit Anne, and she looked upwards in silent annoyance.


Picking up both buckets, they were clearly heavy as the muscles in her arms showed the strain as she lifted them but she was strong she walked over to Allison and Chris. The audience began to murmur, starting to get the idea. First she placed one bucket down in front of Allison, still strapped naked to the cross. Allison looked at her with a satisfied little smile. The two seemed to have a silent conversation through only their facial expressions


He chose me, you little skank!


Anne gave Allison an unimpressed look, and picked the bucket up. Lifting it to chest height, she held it for a second.


Allison's face was defiant


You would not dare!


Anne smirked, and raised an eyebrow



Oh, wouldn't I, you big-titted slut?!


Anne quickly lifted the bucket over Allison's head and began to rapidly pour. The mixed blue goo and baked beans made for a disgusting-looking and feeling concoction and Allison shrieked and gasped as the torrent of lumpy gunge covered her dirty blonde hair, her face, over her shoulders, and spluttered as it immersed her naked breasts, stomach, crotch, back and bum. With her hands strapped, she couldn't fight back, defend or cover herself, and her naked body was covered by the orange and blue mess, it was a big bucket, and she was well-covered. Once empty, Anne turned the bucket upside down, and placed it over Allison's head as an additional humiliating action.


Next Anne took a step to her left, to where Chris stood alongside Allison. She placed the second bucket down in front of him, and lifted it. Taking his punishment like a man; Chris took a deep breath and held his arms by his sides as Anne poured the bucket of lumpy green gunge and porridge over him. Taking the time to cover every inch of him, Anne made sure to enjoy her revenge on the man who'd spurned her. Pulling open his T-shirt she made sure to pour some inside, and even pulling open the waistband of his shorts to pour the gunge inside, getting a yelp from him. He didn't fight back, he knew Anne was pissed and so best to just let her do what she felt she needed to do. Once the bucket was mostly empty, she made sure to scoop out the remnants in the bottom and wipe them into his face and chest. She also placed the upturned bucket over his head. Stepping back to the middle of the stage, she wiped her hands together as if to say Well, that's that dealt with, then took a little curtsy to the audience. The silence was broken, the audience whooped, clapped and cheered Anne's fiery display.


Andrew, trying to regain control of the situation said "Well well well! It's true, hell really hath no fury like a woman scorned! Anne, you've lost, and I think you know we're not going to let you get away with what you just did to Allison and Chris. Allison has had her punishments so far, and Chris we will consider dealt with after your improvised punishment; but we can't let just anyone go around breaking the rules and dishing out punishments without our say so. Come back after the break to find out what will happen, on the show where anything can and probably will happen, Lifeline!"</something>