michaelmichaels
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Hi all,
Not written in a long time, but got the bug again. Thought I'd try an experimental story where you guys can shape what happens to the helpless captives who are at your mercy, or lack of...
As Roulette says, please give some feedback on what happens next, and to whom...
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“Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to a very special event indeed! In this you decide how the evening plays out!”
Maxine’s ears echoed with the announcement made by an ebullient female voice. She opened her eyes and immediately wished that she hadn’t. She appeared to be in a large amphitheatre facing the crowd. Stage lighting shone in her eyes and the crowd were hidden in shadows.
She peered around and could see Diana, Dinah, Karen Sonia and Kendra were also present. Rather alarmingly they were all strapped to medical trolleys, angled up vertically and arranged in a semi circle so that they could see each other and the announcer who stood in the middle of them.
Maxine gasped in dread as she tried to move her limbs and found that she too was immobilised to a medical trolley. She struggled desperately to free her wrists and ankles, but to no avail. She saw that the others were not struggling. Presumably they’d already tried and failed to free themselves? But if even Diana and Karen couldn’t get free?
“And let me introduce tonight’s contestants! Six lovely ladies who will be competing against each other in a series of challenges to, well... For our twisted amusement basically”. The announcer finished with a smirk.
The announcer was an attractive red head, hair tied in a severe bun, wearing a long green Chinese style dress. A large dragon tattoo ran down her leg. Maxine recognised her as Roulette. A villain that the JSA had run into before. She had kidnapped and tested the team in a series of deadly games and they had emerged alive, but having failed to apprehend her. And now she’d struck again!
“And our first lovely contestant is Maxine! Aka Cyclone, who is currently attending Harvard. Well done Maxine!” The announcer finished. The audience clapped in appreciation. Maxine brightened. It was nice to be appreciated. Roulette walked to Maxine and held the microphone to her mouth. “Any words Maxine?”
“Er, let us go, please?” asked Maxine hopefully. Roulette arched her eyebrows and smiled. The audience laughed. Roulette walked back to the centre of the stage.
“And second, we have Diana, Queen of the Amazons, aka Wonder Woman!” The audience cheered and hollered. Roulette held the microphone for Diana’s comment.
Diana scowled at Roulette and said, “I don’t know how you’ve managed to take our powers, but know that you’re all in serious trouble.” The audience laughed and Roulette gave a smile and a sardonic wink.
“And thirdly we have Dinah, aka Black Canary!” Dinah opened her mouth to emit a sonic scream, but nothing happened. She looked resigned as if she’d already tried and failed to use her powers. “Don’t worry Dinah, you’ll be doing plenty of screaming tonight.” Dinah and the rest of the captives looked alarmed. “Don’t worry we’re not going to hurt you. We’re not barbarians.” The audience laughed. Dinah kept a stoic silence when offered the microphone.
“Fourth we have Karen, aka Power Girl!” The audience cheered. “Although with the size of those puppies I don’t think anybody’s going to be confusing her with a mere girl. Karen, do you think you should rebrand as Power Woman? Or Power Pups?” The audience hollered in glee. Roulette smiled as she offered the microphone to Karen.
“Just you wait until I’m out of this you bitch! I’m going to tear your f-!” Karen carried on ranting even after Roulette snatched the microphone away and walked back to centre stage. Roulette tutted at Karen’s bad manners.
“And fifth we have Sonia, aka Judo master!” The audience muttered in confusion. “Don’t worry. She is a woman, despite the misleading title, as you’ll see for definite very shortly.” The audience cheered.
Roulette offered Sonia the microphone. Sonia spoke in stilted English. At least it was better than it was a few months back. “You are all in big big trouble. Give up now or you will get hurt.”
Roulette smiled as she walked back centre stage. “And last, but certainly not least, I am pleased to introduce Kendra, aka Hawk Girl!” The audience erupted into cheers as they realised that the games were soon to begin.
“Carter’s going to kick all your sorry asses.” Kendra snarled into the microphone. Roulette nodded at her captive’s defiance and strode back centre stage.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen, let the games begin!”
Maxine’s heart sank as she wondered what was going to happen next...
“And, here are the entertainers for tonight, to ensure that we get the most entertainment from our special guests!”
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Roulette clapped her hands sharply and immediately a couple of dozen women walked on the stage, splitting off into groups of four to flank each captive. Maxine looked nervously at the four next to her. They all wore all over black cat suits and their faces were obscured by balaclavas, leaving only their carefully painted lips exposed. One of them turned and spoke to Maxine, “We’re going to have so much fun with you tonight.” Oh dear, that sounded ominous.
Roulette spoke, “Obviously these ladies have been up and about all day. They all need a good massage and a wash. Let’s start with our young friend Maxine!” She clapped her hands again and the four helpers around each Maxine got to work.
Maxine gasped in fear as each of the four ladies pulled out short one inch razor blades and began to cut through her green robes. She realised that she had her witch’s hat on only when one of the ladies removed it from her head.
“What are you doing?” asked Maxine nervously. One of the ladies smirked at the rhetorical question. Maxine gasped as she felt cool air around her midriff. Seconds later her robes fell apart at her feet, leaving her garbed only in her knickers and bra.
“I’ll get her boots.” One of the ladies offered. Maxine looked down and saw a lady make several slices in the sides of her boots before sliding off the remnants to reveal Maxine’s pink bunny socks. “You gotta be kidding me.” Said one of the ladies.
Maxine could hear Diana and Karen shouting at the ladies to leave her alone, but the sounds were muffled by the appreciative howls of the audience who were at least starting to see the show they’d paid criminal fortunes to participate in.
Maxine squealed in shock as the lady near her feet tickled her left sole through one of the socks. “Eeek! Please don’t do that!” Maxine protested. The tickler smirked and redoubled her efforts. “Eehee! Please! Nahahaha! Eheheeheee!”
She saw one of the ladies bring up the razor to slice open her bra, “No. Nonononono. Please no. Don’t do that. Eeeheeehee. Pleeeassee. Naaahhh!”
The lady smiled as she quickly cut Maxine’s bra strap. It fluttered to the floor, revealing her pert breasts, with nipples becoming increasingly erect. Maxine flushed with embarrassment as her modest breasts were thrust into the limelight. Her nipples were getting even bigger.
“Maybe somebody likes this game as much as us?” Taunted one of the ladies.
“Er. No. Eehehehe. Noheehee. It’s just a bit cold in heeeree eheehee!”
“Then let’s warm you up!” One of the ladies taunted. She snapped her fingers and 4 steel cables ending in wrist and ankle restraints appeared from above. This was a well equipped stage, thought Maxine. A fifth cable ending in some form of sling was also lowered down.
Two ladies held down Maxine’s right arm as the right wrist restraint was released. Her arm was forced up and a hanging restraint secured around her right wrist. Maxine panted desperately as she tried to struggle free, but she was just a skinny nineteen year woman, whose strength lay in her cyclone powers that she could no longer use. The medical trolley shook as her struggles grew more desperate. The audience howled in appreciation.
Maxine’s left wrist was similarly transferred to a hanging restraint. One of the ladies nodded and Maxine was abruptly hoisted up by her wrists. The trolley shook as Maxine writhed in her bonds and the vibrations went through her straps. The four ladies unlocked her ankles and stood back. Maxine kicked around her in a panicked frenzy as she realised that her legs were free. She was an incongruous sight snarling and kicking away in her pink bunny socks and knickers. The audience hushed as they appreciated the spectacle.
After a few kicks Maxine grew tired and the four women paired up to grab Maxine’s flailing legs. They quickly attached the ankle restraints. Maxine gasped as the cables went taut and began to slowly pull apart her legs. “Careful”, said one of the ladies, “Not too much. She’s not Judo master. We don’t want to hurt her.”
The medical trolley was wheeled away and Maxine felt queasy as she hung in the air, her arms pulled far above her head and her legs suspended four feet from the floor, so that she was nearly horizontal. She flopped in her bonds as her limbs failed to take her weight. Maxine felt some relief as the sling was placed under her buttocks and she could rest her weight down on the sling. Her relief was shot lived as she one of the ladies take a razor close to her knickers.
“Pl pl please. No. Please don’t.” She stammered. The lady smiled and ignored her. She took the left knicker strap and sliced through it. She then reached across and sliced the right strap. Maxine tried to hold her legs together, but the cable ankle restraints made it impossible. Her knickers fell to the floor, revealing her vulnerable pussy to the baying audience. Her face flushed crimson in embarrassment. She could hear her five friends curse Roulette and her lackeys for what they were doing. She could hear Roulette coldly telling them that their turn was coming up very very soon...
“Guess she’s a natural redhead.” Joked one of the ladies. “Looks like we’re nearly done. Just two more things...” The lady began to slowly peel off Maxine’s right sock. She was ever so slow, savouring the unveiling of Maxine’s soft tender sole. Her index finger tracked up Maxine’s sole, causing Maxine to titter.
Eventually the right sock was off and the lady continued to stroke her right sole with her nail, whilst another lady did the same with Maxine’s left sock, teasing her left sole all the while.
Maxine was now completely naked and spread at the mercy of her four tormentors in front of a leering audience of hundreds and her helpless friends. She had surely been in worse spots. She just couldn’t think of any right now.
Each of the ladies was now clutching a bottle of baby oil. Maxine’s eyes opened wide as she guessed what was going to happen next. Sure enough the four ladies spread copious amounts of oil across their palms before surrounding Maxine. One stood by each foot, whilst another stood behind her and another to her side. On cue all four ladies began to tease Maxine. The ladies on each foot began to slowly spread the oil across her soles with their slippery palms. The third lady began to slowly tease her oily hands along Maxine’s breasts and armpits, while the last lady began to slowly run her palms down Maxine’s taut stomach, from bottom of her breasts to just brushing the top of her red pubic mound. She writhed in her bonds, but was unable to do more than move her feet a few inches either way before exhaustion caused her to flop back into her suspended position. The ladies tittered at her feeble struggles.
Maxine moaned at the sensations, which she hated to admit were quite pleasant. Then all at once the four ladies began stroking her with finger nails rather than soft palms. “NNneee Naahhaaahaa!” She squealed. “Staaphhiittt!”
Her breaths came in gasps as she tried to escape the indignity of being forced to laugh like a child in front of all of these strangers. “Neeheeh Ahahah Nnee nee Nee uhuhuh nuughhh!” The ladies at her feet smiled wickedly as they dug their nails into Maxine’s soft and tender insteps; the thinnest and most tender skin on her body. “Guuaaahhhh! Nuuahhhaaa!” The lady behind her began to rake her nails up and down Maxine’s breasts, whilst still stimulating her erect and purple nipples with the oily palms. “Guuahhhh!” Maxine cried out. “Geearrghhh!” Maxine cried out louder as the tickling strokes changed to rapid finger stabs into her exposed armpits. The other lady then began a rapid staccato assault on Maxine’s sides. “NuahahauaaAAHHAH!” She howled in helpless rage and fear.
The two ladies at her feet were using all ten nails to scrape mercilessly up and down her soles and the tops of her feet. The oil greatly increased the sensitivity of her body and she threw her head back in raucous laughter as she lost all control. “Nahahahahahaha! Gahahahahaha! Fuuahahahah! Muahahahah! Fuahahahaha!”
Her eyes opened in panic as she realised that she was about to lose control of her bladder and piss herself in front of everybody. She summoned up an extra level of willpower and gritted her teeth. “Nuuhhh uhh uhh uhh” Maxine’s head twisted back and forth as if to deny what was happening to her. The four ladies smiled mercilessly. They’d seen this look before with other captives that they’d tormented over the years.
“Nuuhhuuuhuuuhuuu!” Maxine squealed in louder denial as the third lady began to cruelly knead the skin around Maxine’s taut stomach, poking her fingers in short jabs designed to cause the maximum amount of disruption to her bladder control. The feet ladies grasped her feet in their arms and scraped their nails mercilessly up her scarlet soles, leaving red trails from her instep to the soft flesh between her toes. “Nuuhhuuhuuu nuuhuuu nuuhhuuuhuuuu!” Maxine soldiered on, her eyes set in grim resolve.
“Geeeaarrghhh!” Maxine jerked up in her bondss as she felt fingers quickly tickling her anus and perineum through a hole in the sling chair. Her eyes opened in shock and her body jerked again as she lost all control and a jet of piss shot out between her legs onto the stage. She tried to stem the flow, but it was impossible now that she was in full flow and her feet and belly were being mercilessly assaulted. The crowd howled in sadistic appreciation.
Eventually she ran out of piss and the flow died and ended as a couple of forlorn drips on the stage. Maxine’s eyes welled with tears at her embarrassment. One of the ladies tried to console her. “You did alright kid. Let’s see if you high and mighty friends hold up anywhere near as well.”
Maxine’s eyes wide as she saw the scene again, now that she was no longer being tormented mercilessly in her own private little hell. Roulette stepped up and spoke, “Well, didn’t she do well for such a wisp of a woman? Three minutes from start of oiling until she failed. Not a great time, but maybe these other women aren’t as fierce as their reputation suggests?”
Roulette strode around the other five captive women. Maxine noted that they’d all been stripped, albeit whilst still strapped to the trolleys. They all glowered at her defiantly, even as they stole glances to check that Maxine was alright.
“So gentlefolk. I hope that you enjoyed the opening teaser. Maxine was game, but not the strongest contestant to be fair. Who is next for the oily massage challenge? Will any of them get to level two, or even beyond? What forfeit does the loser face? Any great ideas for other events that our guests can compete in tonight? Use your audience participation panels and let me know. This show is all yours.”
Roulette bowed and walked stage exit left, “Back in five.” She flashed a smile at the audience and left to collate the upcoming results. Maxine groaned inwardly.
tbc...
Not written in a long time, but got the bug again. Thought I'd try an experimental story where you guys can shape what happens to the helpless captives who are at your mercy, or lack of...
As Roulette says, please give some feedback on what happens next, and to whom...
*******************************************************************
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to a very special event indeed! In this you decide how the evening plays out!”
Maxine’s ears echoed with the announcement made by an ebullient female voice. She opened her eyes and immediately wished that she hadn’t. She appeared to be in a large amphitheatre facing the crowd. Stage lighting shone in her eyes and the crowd were hidden in shadows.
She peered around and could see Diana, Dinah, Karen Sonia and Kendra were also present. Rather alarmingly they were all strapped to medical trolleys, angled up vertically and arranged in a semi circle so that they could see each other and the announcer who stood in the middle of them.
Maxine gasped in dread as she tried to move her limbs and found that she too was immobilised to a medical trolley. She struggled desperately to free her wrists and ankles, but to no avail. She saw that the others were not struggling. Presumably they’d already tried and failed to free themselves? But if even Diana and Karen couldn’t get free?
“And let me introduce tonight’s contestants! Six lovely ladies who will be competing against each other in a series of challenges to, well... For our twisted amusement basically”. The announcer finished with a smirk.
The announcer was an attractive red head, hair tied in a severe bun, wearing a long green Chinese style dress. A large dragon tattoo ran down her leg. Maxine recognised her as Roulette. A villain that the JSA had run into before. She had kidnapped and tested the team in a series of deadly games and they had emerged alive, but having failed to apprehend her. And now she’d struck again!
“And our first lovely contestant is Maxine! Aka Cyclone, who is currently attending Harvard. Well done Maxine!” The announcer finished. The audience clapped in appreciation. Maxine brightened. It was nice to be appreciated. Roulette walked to Maxine and held the microphone to her mouth. “Any words Maxine?”
“Er, let us go, please?” asked Maxine hopefully. Roulette arched her eyebrows and smiled. The audience laughed. Roulette walked back to the centre of the stage.
“And second, we have Diana, Queen of the Amazons, aka Wonder Woman!” The audience cheered and hollered. Roulette held the microphone for Diana’s comment.
Diana scowled at Roulette and said, “I don’t know how you’ve managed to take our powers, but know that you’re all in serious trouble.” The audience laughed and Roulette gave a smile and a sardonic wink.
“And thirdly we have Dinah, aka Black Canary!” Dinah opened her mouth to emit a sonic scream, but nothing happened. She looked resigned as if she’d already tried and failed to use her powers. “Don’t worry Dinah, you’ll be doing plenty of screaming tonight.” Dinah and the rest of the captives looked alarmed. “Don’t worry we’re not going to hurt you. We’re not barbarians.” The audience laughed. Dinah kept a stoic silence when offered the microphone.
“Fourth we have Karen, aka Power Girl!” The audience cheered. “Although with the size of those puppies I don’t think anybody’s going to be confusing her with a mere girl. Karen, do you think you should rebrand as Power Woman? Or Power Pups?” The audience hollered in glee. Roulette smiled as she offered the microphone to Karen.
“Just you wait until I’m out of this you bitch! I’m going to tear your f-!” Karen carried on ranting even after Roulette snatched the microphone away and walked back to centre stage. Roulette tutted at Karen’s bad manners.
“And fifth we have Sonia, aka Judo master!” The audience muttered in confusion. “Don’t worry. She is a woman, despite the misleading title, as you’ll see for definite very shortly.” The audience cheered.
Roulette offered Sonia the microphone. Sonia spoke in stilted English. At least it was better than it was a few months back. “You are all in big big trouble. Give up now or you will get hurt.”
Roulette smiled as she walked back centre stage. “And last, but certainly not least, I am pleased to introduce Kendra, aka Hawk Girl!” The audience erupted into cheers as they realised that the games were soon to begin.
“Carter’s going to kick all your sorry asses.” Kendra snarled into the microphone. Roulette nodded at her captive’s defiance and strode back centre stage.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen, let the games begin!”
Maxine’s heart sank as she wondered what was going to happen next...
“And, here are the entertainers for tonight, to ensure that we get the most entertainment from our special guests!”
2*****************************************************************
Roulette clapped her hands sharply and immediately a couple of dozen women walked on the stage, splitting off into groups of four to flank each captive. Maxine looked nervously at the four next to her. They all wore all over black cat suits and their faces were obscured by balaclavas, leaving only their carefully painted lips exposed. One of them turned and spoke to Maxine, “We’re going to have so much fun with you tonight.” Oh dear, that sounded ominous.
Roulette spoke, “Obviously these ladies have been up and about all day. They all need a good massage and a wash. Let’s start with our young friend Maxine!” She clapped her hands again and the four helpers around each Maxine got to work.
Maxine gasped in fear as each of the four ladies pulled out short one inch razor blades and began to cut through her green robes. She realised that she had her witch’s hat on only when one of the ladies removed it from her head.
“What are you doing?” asked Maxine nervously. One of the ladies smirked at the rhetorical question. Maxine gasped as she felt cool air around her midriff. Seconds later her robes fell apart at her feet, leaving her garbed only in her knickers and bra.
“I’ll get her boots.” One of the ladies offered. Maxine looked down and saw a lady make several slices in the sides of her boots before sliding off the remnants to reveal Maxine’s pink bunny socks. “You gotta be kidding me.” Said one of the ladies.
Maxine could hear Diana and Karen shouting at the ladies to leave her alone, but the sounds were muffled by the appreciative howls of the audience who were at least starting to see the show they’d paid criminal fortunes to participate in.
Maxine squealed in shock as the lady near her feet tickled her left sole through one of the socks. “Eeek! Please don’t do that!” Maxine protested. The tickler smirked and redoubled her efforts. “Eehee! Please! Nahahaha! Eheheeheee!”
She saw one of the ladies bring up the razor to slice open her bra, “No. Nonononono. Please no. Don’t do that. Eeeheeehee. Pleeeassee. Naaahhh!”
The lady smiled as she quickly cut Maxine’s bra strap. It fluttered to the floor, revealing her pert breasts, with nipples becoming increasingly erect. Maxine flushed with embarrassment as her modest breasts were thrust into the limelight. Her nipples were getting even bigger.
“Maybe somebody likes this game as much as us?” Taunted one of the ladies.
“Er. No. Eehehehe. Noheehee. It’s just a bit cold in heeeree eheehee!”
“Then let’s warm you up!” One of the ladies taunted. She snapped her fingers and 4 steel cables ending in wrist and ankle restraints appeared from above. This was a well equipped stage, thought Maxine. A fifth cable ending in some form of sling was also lowered down.
Two ladies held down Maxine’s right arm as the right wrist restraint was released. Her arm was forced up and a hanging restraint secured around her right wrist. Maxine panted desperately as she tried to struggle free, but she was just a skinny nineteen year woman, whose strength lay in her cyclone powers that she could no longer use. The medical trolley shook as her struggles grew more desperate. The audience howled in appreciation.
Maxine’s left wrist was similarly transferred to a hanging restraint. One of the ladies nodded and Maxine was abruptly hoisted up by her wrists. The trolley shook as Maxine writhed in her bonds and the vibrations went through her straps. The four ladies unlocked her ankles and stood back. Maxine kicked around her in a panicked frenzy as she realised that her legs were free. She was an incongruous sight snarling and kicking away in her pink bunny socks and knickers. The audience hushed as they appreciated the spectacle.
After a few kicks Maxine grew tired and the four women paired up to grab Maxine’s flailing legs. They quickly attached the ankle restraints. Maxine gasped as the cables went taut and began to slowly pull apart her legs. “Careful”, said one of the ladies, “Not too much. She’s not Judo master. We don’t want to hurt her.”
The medical trolley was wheeled away and Maxine felt queasy as she hung in the air, her arms pulled far above her head and her legs suspended four feet from the floor, so that she was nearly horizontal. She flopped in her bonds as her limbs failed to take her weight. Maxine felt some relief as the sling was placed under her buttocks and she could rest her weight down on the sling. Her relief was shot lived as she one of the ladies take a razor close to her knickers.
“Pl pl please. No. Please don’t.” She stammered. The lady smiled and ignored her. She took the left knicker strap and sliced through it. She then reached across and sliced the right strap. Maxine tried to hold her legs together, but the cable ankle restraints made it impossible. Her knickers fell to the floor, revealing her vulnerable pussy to the baying audience. Her face flushed crimson in embarrassment. She could hear her five friends curse Roulette and her lackeys for what they were doing. She could hear Roulette coldly telling them that their turn was coming up very very soon...
“Guess she’s a natural redhead.” Joked one of the ladies. “Looks like we’re nearly done. Just two more things...” The lady began to slowly peel off Maxine’s right sock. She was ever so slow, savouring the unveiling of Maxine’s soft tender sole. Her index finger tracked up Maxine’s sole, causing Maxine to titter.
Eventually the right sock was off and the lady continued to stroke her right sole with her nail, whilst another lady did the same with Maxine’s left sock, teasing her left sole all the while.
Maxine was now completely naked and spread at the mercy of her four tormentors in front of a leering audience of hundreds and her helpless friends. She had surely been in worse spots. She just couldn’t think of any right now.
Each of the ladies was now clutching a bottle of baby oil. Maxine’s eyes opened wide as she guessed what was going to happen next. Sure enough the four ladies spread copious amounts of oil across their palms before surrounding Maxine. One stood by each foot, whilst another stood behind her and another to her side. On cue all four ladies began to tease Maxine. The ladies on each foot began to slowly spread the oil across her soles with their slippery palms. The third lady began to slowly tease her oily hands along Maxine’s breasts and armpits, while the last lady began to slowly run her palms down Maxine’s taut stomach, from bottom of her breasts to just brushing the top of her red pubic mound. She writhed in her bonds, but was unable to do more than move her feet a few inches either way before exhaustion caused her to flop back into her suspended position. The ladies tittered at her feeble struggles.
Maxine moaned at the sensations, which she hated to admit were quite pleasant. Then all at once the four ladies began stroking her with finger nails rather than soft palms. “NNneee Naahhaaahaa!” She squealed. “Staaphhiittt!”
Her breaths came in gasps as she tried to escape the indignity of being forced to laugh like a child in front of all of these strangers. “Neeheeh Ahahah Nnee nee Nee uhuhuh nuughhh!” The ladies at her feet smiled wickedly as they dug their nails into Maxine’s soft and tender insteps; the thinnest and most tender skin on her body. “Guuaaahhhh! Nuuahhhaaa!” The lady behind her began to rake her nails up and down Maxine’s breasts, whilst still stimulating her erect and purple nipples with the oily palms. “Guuahhhh!” Maxine cried out. “Geearrghhh!” Maxine cried out louder as the tickling strokes changed to rapid finger stabs into her exposed armpits. The other lady then began a rapid staccato assault on Maxine’s sides. “NuahahauaaAAHHAH!” She howled in helpless rage and fear.
The two ladies at her feet were using all ten nails to scrape mercilessly up and down her soles and the tops of her feet. The oil greatly increased the sensitivity of her body and she threw her head back in raucous laughter as she lost all control. “Nahahahahahaha! Gahahahahaha! Fuuahahahah! Muahahahah! Fuahahahaha!”
Her eyes opened in panic as she realised that she was about to lose control of her bladder and piss herself in front of everybody. She summoned up an extra level of willpower and gritted her teeth. “Nuuhhh uhh uhh uhh” Maxine’s head twisted back and forth as if to deny what was happening to her. The four ladies smiled mercilessly. They’d seen this look before with other captives that they’d tormented over the years.
“Nuuhhuuuhuuuhuuu!” Maxine squealed in louder denial as the third lady began to cruelly knead the skin around Maxine’s taut stomach, poking her fingers in short jabs designed to cause the maximum amount of disruption to her bladder control. The feet ladies grasped her feet in their arms and scraped their nails mercilessly up her scarlet soles, leaving red trails from her instep to the soft flesh between her toes. “Nuuhhuuhuuu nuuhuuu nuuhhuuuhuuuu!” Maxine soldiered on, her eyes set in grim resolve.
“Geeeaarrghhh!” Maxine jerked up in her bondss as she felt fingers quickly tickling her anus and perineum through a hole in the sling chair. Her eyes opened in shock and her body jerked again as she lost all control and a jet of piss shot out between her legs onto the stage. She tried to stem the flow, but it was impossible now that she was in full flow and her feet and belly were being mercilessly assaulted. The crowd howled in sadistic appreciation.
Eventually she ran out of piss and the flow died and ended as a couple of forlorn drips on the stage. Maxine’s eyes welled with tears at her embarrassment. One of the ladies tried to console her. “You did alright kid. Let’s see if you high and mighty friends hold up anywhere near as well.”
Maxine’s eyes wide as she saw the scene again, now that she was no longer being tormented mercilessly in her own private little hell. Roulette stepped up and spoke, “Well, didn’t she do well for such a wisp of a woman? Three minutes from start of oiling until she failed. Not a great time, but maybe these other women aren’t as fierce as their reputation suggests?”
Roulette strode around the other five captive women. Maxine noted that they’d all been stripped, albeit whilst still strapped to the trolleys. They all glowered at her defiantly, even as they stole glances to check that Maxine was alright.
“So gentlefolk. I hope that you enjoyed the opening teaser. Maxine was game, but not the strongest contestant to be fair. Who is next for the oily massage challenge? Will any of them get to level two, or even beyond? What forfeit does the loser face? Any great ideas for other events that our guests can compete in tonight? Use your audience participation panels and let me know. This show is all yours.”
Roulette bowed and walked stage exit left, “Back in five.” She flashed a smile at the audience and left to collate the upcoming results. Maxine groaned inwardly.
tbc...