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This story is set within the same decadent parallel universe as “Slime” and is written with deep respect for the original which inspired me to write this rather extended story (part of a sequence). It features a gameshow with the same morals (lack of) and dark undertones produced by the same company as “Slime”. The first installment and background on the characters created by Tellygunge readers are linked to below.
Apologies for how long this has taken. I wasn’t fully happy with Part 5 as I didn’t think it felt as fun as some of the earlier ones. I feel at least a bit more back on track now and hopefully there is still interest in the series.
Two brightly coloured wheels rumbled onto the stage. The larger of these listed a variety of types of food or drink. Labels included “burrito”, “ice cream sundae”, “hot dog” and “mutton dressed as lamb” etc.
The second wheel included starker choices relating to the removal of clothing including the likes of “topless”, “remove one item” and the more worryingly “naked!”
Ivona looked genuinely crushed to have jointly won a game and have triggered an audience vote. Harrie was nervously laughing, her pale skin breaking into goose pimples. Danielle stared stonily, and Ali and Maia exchanged a few stifled giggles.
“Before we reveal the punishment that two girls will face let us firstly reveal in reverse order the voting!”
“In last place with only 7%, Stephanie!”
The chubby Scot may have been stripped to her knickers in the last round but she was spared further indignity and celebrated by wildly smirking at the other contestants.
“Also avoiding the wheels is Maia on 10%”
Maia seemed to mouth “disappointing..” into the camera as she traipsed off the stage in her hightop trainers and boxer shorts.
“Hanako and Ivona both on 13%”
Ivona celebrated wildly as the -amazingly- fully clothed Croatian waltzed off the stage arm in arm with Hanako.
That left three contestants. Ali, in her cut-off jeans and t-shirt moved to the middle of the three, placing an arm each around the nervous Harrie and the thunderously angry Danielle.
“The two girls who will face the wheels of punishment are…..
…..Harrie and Danielle!”
Harrie shook her head as she rubbed her blue painted fingernails through her hair. Danielle placed her hands on her hips, widened her eyes and acted as if she expected as much. The rather more conventionally attractive Ali gave each of them a hug as she walked off the stage, relieved!
The First Wheel
As Harrie came second overall she had the honour of spinning the smaller wheel with the non-messy forfeits on. She had a dreadful knot in the pit of her stomach at the thought of throwing away all of that carefully guarded mystique. As she was in a one-piece swimming costume the only chance of saving her modesty was to land on a space marked “hair today, gone tomorrow”. She didn’t like the thought of that much either!
Slightly tipsy from the earlier alcoholic round and remembering how much debt her shopping sprees had left her in, she grasped the wheel with her slender porcelain fingers and whipped it round in a clockwise direction.
With a creak the wheel came to stop on “topless”. The male voices in the audience roared their approval.
Harrie’s stared crimson faced into the camera and uttered the words “I’m not doing it.”
“Oh you’re not are you?” murmured Gez “I’d like to remind both of you of that contract you signed. Remember that you’ve all brought a special person on this show as a guarantor. I would hate to see them end up in Lucinda’s clutches”
Both girls acquiesced with a nod.
As the clamorous male choir rose, Danielle placed her hands behind her back in perfunctory pattern and unclasped her bikini top. It fell to the floor revealing Danielle to be more than a little on the flat-chested side – more mosquito bites than breasts.
It was Harrie’s turn next. Rather awkwardly she was wearing an all-in-one swimsuit. Moving down the shoulder straps of the black, backless garment and slid down below her waist. Whilst Harrie by no means had silicon-enhanced, page three knockers her cheeks blushed as she revealed her to have flawless C-cup orbs in comparison to her Welsh counterpart. To the wolf-whistles of the crowd she did the best she could trying to tie the straps of her swimsuit to her waist.
The Second Wheel and the Forfeit
Danielle removed her right hand long enough from her chest to tug at the wheel displaying various food substances. It was fairly obvious that these were the substances in which her and Harrie were about to be covered in. With a creek the wheel moved past “Strawberries & Cream” to land on “Bloody Mary“.
As the camera zoomed out from the frightened faces of the two students and the show went to a commercial break. Lucinda Crow had an opportunity to engage in one of her hobbies, rope bondage using some ancient Japanese techniques. With both topless students back to back she skilfully bound them so that their hands were behind their backs, their legs tied in a kneeling position and the rope was across their waste so as to take the girls full weight.
Hoisted and hog-tied back to back, the girls faced the first element of their punishment. A gaudily painted cannon rose next to them. As the rope began to twirl, the cannon disgorged it’s contents…a gritty storm of rock salt. Danielle closed her eyes and gritted her teeth whilst Harrie screeched in shock.
After the cloud of salt subsided, Harrie addressed the crowd “You don’t want to know where most of that went….it’s so gritty and dis-GAH!!” Harrie was cut off as the rope plunged the two contestants into a vat of crushed ice. As the rope was withdrawn the girls were pulled up: shivering and spluttering. Harrie’s bob was now plastered over her face.
Chest heaving Danielle tried to compose herself. Her nipples were bullet-hard and her skin shiveringly glossy. Lucinda’s assistants approached each girls with an elaborately large bottle of oversized vodka.
“Well, are you going to give me a shot then??” Danielle remarked witheringly to the buxom blonde former audience member. The glass was lifted to her lips for a taste “So how does it feel to be Lucinda’s little lap dog??”
Danielle’s reward for her cheek was a shower of vodka liberally applied to her hair and chest.
The latino girl attending to Harrie was a good deal more gentle but still could not stop the pale redhead wriggling in discomfort.
As the two girls spun around large canteens of horseradish sauce were sloshed over them. Danielle was spitting and spluttering as the lumpy white substance coated her face, running down her pan-flat chest and forming streams down her thighs. Harrie had worse problems: with her swimsuit no longer attached by straps around her shoulders she was fighting to keep it around her waist. She was contorting her legs with her face displaying a look of immense concentration.
“Lemon!” Lucinda Crow grabbed Danielle’s foot, to her obvious wide-eyed surprise, and unceremoniously used it to juice half a lemon. She repeated the trick with the next foot and moved onto Harrie. “Oh God!” she cried as Lucinda started squeezing the lemon between her toes “That is serious-ly uncool! You’re such a freak Lucinda!!” In retaliation Lucinda slid her fingers over Harrie’s swimsuit waist and pulled. The audience crescendo-ed in admiration as Harrie’s slim (bordering on bony) backside was revealed at the same time as the neatly trimmed brown hairs around her Venus mount. Lucinda continued until the whole swimsuit was in her hand – leaving her victim utterly naked!
“A FAKE redhead I see-” Lucinda almost spat the words into Harrie’s ears.
Finally Lucinda brought her face next to both girls’ ears and whispered callously –
“If you know what’s best for you, you’ll put these in your mouth and suck.” Lucinda plucked out two quarter lemons and placed them between each girl’s teeth. They were not going to disobey her and they bit down and sucked hard.
The girls were again lifted up by crane and saw alarmingly that they were floating above a liquid, dark brown concoction. After some creaking and groaning, gravity took over: the girls were plunged downwards. The piquant, fishyness of Lea & Perrins Worcester sauce filled the girls’ mouths and nostrils. Three seconds later two glossy, translucent wriggling shapes were plucked out: dripping, shivering and with legs kicking violently.
Harrie found the whole situation so bizarre that she burst into hysterics. Every boy who had ever idolised her mysterious exterior and cool, collected demeanour now had seen her naked and smelling somewhat of fermented anchovies. Yet she knew what she had signed up for and just had to go with it. Danielle, on the other hand, just looked utterly pissed off.
Lucinda appeared above the pair with a quite terrifying looking machete in her hand. As the girls were eyeing this weapon a deep crimson pool appeared some distance below them – tomato juice!
“Any last words before I drop you both?”
Harrie smiled up at Lucinda “I think you missed your calling as a cocktail waitress.” the fake sweetness hit home somewhat with Danielle who smiled too. Lucinda swung her blade, skilfully severing the rope and plunging the two girls into the pool with a tremendous splash.
Danielle skilfully pulled her body into a ball shape, Harrie was spreadeagled and her body slapped under the surface. The cool, thick liquid enveloped them both. Danielle shook her head and exhaled as she emerged, her hair was a matted tangle. The clamminess of the tomato juice was firing sensory neurons from every inch of her.
As she began a lazy breast stroke she grabbed the arm of the still submerged Harrie and hauled her above the water. Harrie spluttered and spat the juice out unclassily and doggie paddled to the edge of the tank.
The camera cut to Gez…
“While our two topless lovelies get out of the tank and prepare to re-join the rest, it’s time to introduce the next round. Now we don’t just want to give money to students to just spend on alcohol, clothes and dare-I-say the odd controlled substance” Gez made a snorting gesture as he said this. “We need to make sure that the money given away can really benefit society. For our next round we allocated our private detectives to follow the students to make sure they weren’t up to no good, we planted secret cameras in their houses and we even went through their rubbish! We’ll see the footage after the break!”
To be continued…
I think in terms of how long this has taken it has become the Chinese Democracy of WAM stories. Whilst this may make me the Axl Rose of this site I can only hope you find this story to be of somewhat better quality to Guns n Roses later output.
