Author's Note:

When I first started writing this story, I had envisioned a final version where the audience had a role in determining the results. by the time I got to writing the ending, though, the final tally had shifted a couple of times, and I wanted to write both endings. So I did. If you were one of the people who voted for Karly, this is your time to shine!


Please read this part after you've read Part 1 and sided with Karly. DON'T READ THIS STORY IMMEDIATELY AFTER PART 2; THEY ARE CONSIDERED SEPARATE ENDINGS TO PART 1!


All characters in this story are consenting adults over the age of 21. I figure I should probably put that in one of this opening disclaimers!
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Both girls looked up at the screen as the votes began to pour in on either side. Eventually, however, both counts slowed to a crawl. In large letters, a glowing "48%" next to Brigid's name, overshadowing the "52%" next to Karly's name.

"Congratulations, Karly!" Missy said as she made her way over to Karly's tank. "You've won the audience vote and the right to choose the first key in tonight's game. Choose wisely now!"

"Alright!" Karly said, cracking her knuckles. "Let's go with key number Seven!" Karly looked at the dunk tanks with eager anticipation, only to be startled by a thick pouring of bright red gunge in the tank above her head.

"Uh oh, Karly!" Missy said. "That's your first tank filled! Better hope we don't find the other two keys, or you'll be in trouble!" Missy crossed the stage over to Brigid's booth, and leaned against the side. "So Brigid, which key will you pick?"

"Let's try key number Four!" Brigid said. She watched nervously as the assistants turned the key, and grinned when she saw more red gunge being dumped into the top of Karly's tank.

"Yeah!" Brigid shouted with a little fist pump.

"Good choice, Brigid." Missy said. "Karly, I'm sure you know, but if either of you find any more keys that fill Karly's tank, she'll be out of the game. So with that literally hanging over your head, Karly, which key will you take next?" After a moment of thought, Karly responded.

"Number One. I have a good feeling about that one." Karly said. The key was turned, and suddenly, a deluge of runny green slime dropped down over John's head and shoulders, causing him to make a sudden shriek. Karly found herself laughing a little from her tank.

"Happy to see your friend get his comeuppance, Karly, or nervous laughter that that could be you next?" Missy taunted.

"A little of both, maybe?" Karly replied.

Brigid studied the keys for a moment before making her next choice. "Maybe number Three?" she asked. As the key was turned, however, Brigid jumped a little in her seat as gloopy blue gunge started to fill the tank above her.

"Bad luck, Brigid. Maybe this is Karly's chance to turn things around. Karly, what do you say to that?"

"I say number Six!" Karly replied. Soon, more blue gunge was pouring into Brigid's tank as she shifted nervously below it.

"We're all tied now, folks!" Missy said excitedly. "Brigid, you're in the same place as Karly now. Which key will you take to avoid your own messy fate?"

Brigid eyed the keys nervously, trying to find anything that would set them apart. To her despair, however, she found them all to look identical. All she could do was guess.

"Number Ten?" Brigid asked, preemptively scrunching her shoulders together in a massive flinch. She only looked up when she heard Keith's shout of surprise. From the sides of his cage, two pipes full of whipped cream shot out, coating him before he could do more than shout.

"Alright, Karly." Missy said. "It's your turn. What's the winning key?"

Karly stared at the keys for a good long while. Though her face didn't show it, her hesitation betrayed a nervousness just as strong as Brigid's. After a long period of thought, she finally spoke.

"Number Two. Final answer." Karly said. The assistants turned key number Two, and Karly watched with mixed feelings as a torrent of runny green slime poured down over Keith.

"Well," she said, as Keith squirmed in his seat uncomfortably. "Better him than me, I suppose."

"By my reckoning, you've got an equal chance all around, Brigid." Karly said, surveying the keys. "Either you hit your tank, Karly's tank, or John's. All in all, that's a two in three chance of not losing. How are you going to play those odds?"

Sensing no other option than to take a wild guess, Brigid answered quickly. "Number Nine." The assistants turned the key, and Brigid's nervous expression turned to horror as more blue gunge started to fill the tank above her head to the brim.

"Ooh, how unfortunate." Missy said with mock concern as both Karly and Keith's tanks were unlocked. "Congratulations to you, though, Keith, for avoiding a truly sticky fate."

"Thanks, Missy." Keith said as the assistants led him over to the lever that controlled Brigid's gunge tank. "Plus, it's going to be nice to get a little payback."

"Definitely, Keith." Missy replied. "Brigid, any last words?"

"I just wanted to spend some time with you" Brigid said quietly, turning her gaze downwards.

"After all this is over, I'll make it up to you, I promise." Keith said with a warm smile. "You better believe I'm taking this chance at payback now, though!" With that, Keith pulled the lever, watching as thick dollops of viscous blue slime poured down onto Brigid. The walls of her perspex box were painted blue, and it was difficult to see anything until the door opened to reveal her. Brigid's black hair was streaked with blue, and the slime slowly rolled down her face, splattering slightly on the sides of the tank as she shook and shivered in place.

"That was lovely to see." Missy said, turning her attention back to Karly. "John, do you have anything to say to Karly?"

"Ok, look." John said, eyeing Karly nervously as she played with the lever to his seat. "Making that bet might not have been the best choice, but think about it differently; I wasn't the one who pied you at the boardwalk. It's Dave you should be mad at, really. Not me!"

"Nice try, John." Karly said deadpan. "I can't wait to send you to the Wheel of Forfeits after this!" Karly pulled the lever, dropping John's seat out from under him and sending him tumbling into the vat of slime below. He sank slowly into the mire, before emerging a few seconds later gasping for air. His entire body was coated in the tepid goo, and he floundered to try and find the side of the tank. As he reached the edge, he could barely make out both Karly's and the audience's peals of laughter.

"Was it everything you'd hoped it would be, Karly?" Missy asked.

"Absolutely." Karly replied. "And I'm ready for round two as well."

"Keith," Missy said, turning to Keith as he made his way down from the upper platforms near the dunk tank. "Are you also interested in sending your girlfriend to the Wheel of Forfeits?"

"Oh, I think so." Keith said. "I think she could do with a little comeuppance."

"Excellent." Missy said. "In that case, Karly, if you'd like to spin the Wheel of Forfeits to determine John's punishment? Afterwards, Keith, you can make your spin for Brigid."

Keith and Karly both stepped up to the wheel, as Keith politely offered the wheel to Karly for the first spin. Karly gave the wheel a solid spin, and watched as it clattered to a stop on "Banana Split". Afterwards, Keith took his turn at the wheel, and chuckled a little to himself when the spinner finally settled on "Date Night".

"Excellent choices!" Missy said. We'll be right back, everyone. I do hope this show is airing after the watershed. This could get a bit sloppy!"


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After another commercial break, the stage was set to look like a fancy restaurant, with two notable exceptions. First, several buckets where scattered around the set, each filled with various sloppy substances. Second, at one of the tables, Brigid sat; her arms and legs bound to her chair. She wore only a small black bikini, and her face was beet-red as she averted her gaze awkwardly from the audience's leering stares. She was joined onstage shortly thereafter by Missy, Karly, and Keith, each dressed in relatively nice clothing. John followed sullenly behind them, still wearing his blue t-shirt, but no longer wearing his pants. Instead, he wore only a tight pair of blue boxer-briefs and a pair of matching blue leather manacles on his arms, tightly tucked behind his back.

"It's so nice to go for a nice evening out to dinner, isn't it?" Missy said, shifting her gaze between Brigid and John. "The food here is simply sublime! You absolutely must try it! I insist."

Keith made his way over to Brigid's table, smiling. Reaching out, he took Brigid's chin in his hand and guided her head up to look at him before offering her a small kiss.

"See dear? You're getting exactly what you wanted! A wonderful, pleasurable date night." Keith said sweetly.

"I...I wasn't expecting this many people" Brigid said nervously.

"Think of it as a little spice." Keith replied. "Now then, would you care for some pie?" Taking the back of Brigid's head in his hands, Keith planted a large cherry pie into Brigid's face, rubbing it up through her hair afterwards. Keith took a moment to admire his handiwork as bits of pie crust and globs of cherry dribbled down between Brigid's breasts and into her lap. "Ah, but where are my manners!" Keith said with mock disgust. "We shouldn't start with dessert like that! You'll ruin your appetite! How about we start with a drink first?" Keith took a pitcher of ice water of the table, and slowly poured it over his girlfriend's head. Brigid coughed and sputtered and squealed as the ice water poured down all over her, leaving her nipples stiff at attention underneath her bikini top.

"Oh, you have something to show us, Bri-Bri?" Keith said, reaching down to cup Brigid's breasts gently in his hands. "Why don't you show us, then?" Keith moved quickly, pulling the water-soaked cloth out of the way and flashing her breasts to the audience. Bri screamed in wordless humiliation as the cheers and wolf-whistles started rolling in from the crowd, and she turned her face away as what felt like all the blood in her body raced to her cheeks.

"Ooh, she certainly seems excited about something" Missy said, coming over with a serving tray and cloche. She paused for a moment, flicking one of Bri's nipples as she squirmed in the chair, and smiled. "Keith, maybe you should help your girlfriend with that. Your bread-stick order has arrived, after all." She then pulled aside the cloche, revealing a sizable vibrator underneath. Keith took the vibe with a smile, and turned it on. As it buzzed, he traced it along the edge of Brigid's neck before bringing it down. He guided the shaft down along her body, circling her nipples as he made his way to her most sensitive parts. When he arrived, Keith pulled aside the bottom of Bri's bikini with one hand as he slowly worked the vibrator in with the other. Despite herself, Brigid moaned quietly as she felt the vibe enter, and scrunched her face at the mix of sensations.

Across the room, John was becoming noticeably aroused himself. It wasn't until Missy and Karly both clasped him on the shoulders that he was shaken out of his trance.

"You didn't think we forgot about you, did you, John?" Missy said with a sadistic gleam in her eye. "We still have to make a banana split, you know. And look at that! You brought the banana!" Missy lightly drummed her hand along the edge of John's shaft, causing his knees to buckle a little under him. He gasped, however, when she grabbed his member more roughly and brought him over to a suspension point that had been set up on the side of the restaurant. "Now John, what's the first ingredient in a banana split?"

"No...Please not that" John said nervously. But it was too late. Karly was already bringing over the bucket full of vanilla ice cream. Missy opened up the front of John's briefs as Karly shoveled scoop after scoop of ice cream down the front. John's legs twisted and his face contorted from the cold. Before he could dip too low, however, Missy pulled him up to his feet.

"Ah ah ah, no ducking out of this." she said, taking some hooks from the suspension point. She guided the hooks into John's underwear, and tugged slightly to keep his feet at full height. "Much better." she said simply, before opening John's briefs again, this time from the back. Karly poured chocolate and caramel sauce into the back of John's underwear and gave him a good spank. She then took some nuts and cherries, and emptied those in as well, ignoring John's pleas and protestations.

"Now, John." Karly said, swiping a chocolaty hand across his face. "We have the banana. Now what are we missing?"

"Oh no" John said, realization of his plight dawning on his face. "God no please, anything but that! I'm so sorry, Karly!"

"You will be, John. You will be." As she spoke, Karly yanked up on the back of John's underwear, catching him in a huge, painful wedgie.Missy locked the pulleys on the rig in place, keeping him hanging in the air after Karly took her hands away. As he groaned, Karly grabbed some of the ice cream pouring out of his pant legs and used it to rub the front of his briefs, before an embarrassing spurt began to form in the front of his pants. Karly leaned back in paroxysms of laughter, and left John to his plight as his legs buckled, held aloft by the suspension rig around him.

Meanwhile, Brigid wasn't faring much better at her table. She shifted and bit the bottom of her lip as she writhed in her chair. Keith came over again, carrying a bucket in each arm.

"Oh look, dear. It's time for the main course!" He placed one of the buckets down on the table before using both hands to pour a bucket full of cold spaghetti over Brigid's face, making sure to rub more into her face, breasts, and clit as it slid down her body. He then picked up the other bucket, filled with oatmeal, and poured that just as slowly and sensually. Brigid moaned in pleasure as her senses were obscured by the slop, and she was left only able to feel everything as Keith's hands teased her body further.

"I don't know what kind of restaurant serves oatmeal and spaghetti together, but I won't question their expertise. I do wonder, however," he said, picking up a third bucket, why they'd choose to use molasses for dessert." He then poured the warm molasses over Brigid's face, completely cutting off all of her senses other than touch. In the inly blackness, she felt every small touch Keith made to every part of her body and the vibrator pulsing inside of her. Eventually, she could take it no longer, and her seat was soaked in her fluids as she came loudly.

"And there we have it, everyone!" Missy said, watching both victims in their afterglow be carted offstage to get cleaned up and cared for. "Tune in next week when we'll have two more contestants competing for revenge. And when losing gets you something like that," she concluded, pointing off in Karly's direction. "You'd better believe they want it. Good night!"