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The latest gameshow on an obscure adult channel had barely been noticed by a mainstream audience. It was very kind and generous to the winner but undeniably cruel to the loser.
Nonetheless, a number of students entered in the knowledge that the prize would pay off all their debts; they tried not to think too much about the prospect of losing.
The jeopardy was simple: a £50,000 prize for the winner, with the loser going away empty-handed but with the 'opportunity' to make a 2 hour video for the more discerning subscribers of the channel. It was this video that funded the winner's prize. The loser was at least promised that no permanent injury or bodily harm would befall them.
The rules were simple: forty general knowledge questions scored between the two contestants. A score of twenty-twenty was always regarded as particularly fun as this meant a little tie-break play off which set the scene nicely for the loser.
Ella had been trying to enter for weeks - desperate to win the jackpot prize which would mean a debt-free life after graduating from university this coming summer. She was twenty-four and about to qualify as a junior doctor. Her partying lifestyle at university meant that she would certainly be able to use the cash. Petite and with shoulder-length blonde hair, she was popular amongst the young guys in the university campus.
When Sophia got the call that she was due to play the gameshow that weekend, she had essentially forgotten about her entry. Nineteen years old, she was fairly tall with long brunette hair but with a gorgeous shy smile. Shy summed her up - she'd had very little experience with boys and generally preferred studying for her sociology course.
"How difficult can it be", she thought to herself, confident in her general knowledge. "And even if I lose, there is the promise that I won't be harmed". Sophia reassured herself and set off to the filming studio.
The studio lights were bright and the audience was animated, giving Sophia an extra sense of nervousness. The liveliness of the event suited Ella and she chatted confidently to the host. Both girls had signed a waiver saying that the accepted the outcome of either winning the prize or starring in a two-hour video as the loser. They assumed it might be a bit flirty and embarrassing but didn't think too much of it.
The host entered onto the stage and explained that due to some previous misunderstandings and breaches of contract, the girls both needed to be handcuffed during the contest. A few weeks ago, the general knowledge round had gone to 32-8 and the losing girl had fled from the stage knowing that she had lost the cash but unwilling to embrace the forfeit. The host reminded the contestants the forfeit essentially funded the prize and so this was a key part of the contract.
The questions progressed rapidly with the scores neck and neck. Both Ella and Sophia were studious despite their contrasting personalities and had a good command of general knowledge. The crowd roared with delight when the scores got to 19-19, then 20-19 and finally 20-20. It meant the tie-breaker play-off which hadn't yet been used in the format.
The host explained that the tie-breaker was in essence a warm-up for the main forfeit and a way of finding out who might find it more, in his words "challenging". It would involve a little bit of light feather tickling on different parts of the body and the first contestant to make any sort of noise would automatically lose the game. This was a hammerblow to both girls as they both regarded themselves as unbearably ticklish.
Ella looked aghast as a 'wheel of fortune' was brought onto the stage - there were four segments: feet, belly button, arm pits and nipples. The host spun the wheel. It landed on feet.
Both girls were already handcuffed in their seating position but some feet stocks were then brought onto the stage and clinically locked around their ankles, before a couple of assistants removed their trainers and socks. "Your feet are going to be tickled for two minutes and if neither of you make a sound then we will respin the wheel for another round. If one of you makes the smallest noise then you immediately lose the game."
A microphone and detector box was brought near to both girls' faces and it was then demonstrated how the smallest noise would light up the screen indicating that they had lost.
Sophia wasn't sure if she would cope. Her feet were beyond sensitive and her heart sank when she saw an assistant nearing her with two long feathers.
The grimmacing on the girls' faces as the feathers were slowly stroked around their feet and in between their toes delighted the audience. Both of them struggled with all their might to suppress any sound, focussed on the incredibly prize money and the desperate desire to avoid the forfeit. Now that they had an inkling of the forfeit this felt even more important.
"Well done, you managed two minutes", said the host. "Very impressive". He spun the wheel again as they both watched with impending dread. "One of you will have to give in shortly", he chuckled. It landed on 'nipples'.
"No you can't do that", said Ella in her confident spirit, but she realised that in her handcuffed state, having signed a waiver, she was in limited position to object. The assistants lifted up the t-shirts of the girls and gently pulled down their bras. Both Ella and Sophia adjusted their positions in the chair and their breasts slighlty bounced up and down to the excitement of the audience. This time the assistants with the feathers were behind them and the feeling of a slow ticklish stroke going round and round their nipples was quite unexpected.
Sophia let out a small moan that was barely heard by the audience but detected straight away by the special microphone.
"Congratulations Ella", said the host. "You've won fifty thousand pounds", as she was unhandcuffed and started celebrating wildly. She almost felt a small pang of guilt at what lay ahead for Sophia but wouldn't swap places for a moment.
"Sophia, you are going to be led away and your forfeit will be explained to you. Bad luck on losing tonight, but you might enjoy the next couple of hours in your own way!" Sophia didn't share the host's sense of humour.
Sophia was led down a flight of stairs into a sound proofed room where the studio lights were dimmer and there was no longer the roar of the audience. In a strange way she had found the crowd reassuring and now felt a little panicked.
Her handcuffs were briefly taken off and she was instructed to take off all her clothes except her panties and then sit in the special chair in the centre of the room. Having signed the waiver and with several people blocking the exits, she felt unable to object. Barely before she realised it, her hands were re-secured by the handcuffs at the back of the chair. She had never felt so vulnerable but felt reassured by the fact they had left her in her panties and the forfeit perhaps wasn't going to be too sordid or terrible.
She didn't have long to wonder about the attachments protruding from the chair as her legs were secured to them and now in a wide open position. If she felt vulnerable before, she now felt quite terrified.
"The next two hours are going to be a rollercoaster of emotions for you, Sophia" said the host. "You will be tickled in lots of different places, sometimes without mercy, to the point where you will beg for it to stop. But you will also be teased and stimulated to the level where you are simply desperate for the relief of an orgasm and you will almost certainly beg for one. Our advice is not to have an orgasm too early, as we will carry on regardless until the two hours is concluded. You will probably beg to be tickled so that you don't orgasm!""
Sophia felt a pang of terror upon hearing this explanation. She was ticklish beyond imagination but on the few occasions she had come to orgasm, she was unbearably sensitive. She'd had one boyfriend and after a few drinks one night he had caressed her pussy and clit until she had the biggest orgasm in memory. But afterwards she could not bear any touching for about twenty-four hours, such was the sensitivity of her clit. The thought of being in a tormented state between ticklishness, the need for orgasm and post-orgasm sensitivity made her very fearful as she struggled to cope with any of these sensations.
"Please", she begged. "If you let me out now, I'll see if I can come to some arrangement to compensate you from any financial loss". She knew her pleas were useless as she again suddenly felt two feathers gently stroking round her nipples. They were already so hard and yet so ticklish - she simply didn't know how she could cope with two hours of this. The timer started on the film production.
Sophia continued to beg and gently buck her hips - the only part of her body that wasn't restrained - as her nipples were continually stroked. She closed her eyes trying to put the thought of any sensual pleasure out of her mind and was shocked back into full consciousness by the buzz of an electric toothbrush running between each toe one by one. She screamed, thinking she would go out of her mind and started begging hysterically.
"Pace yourself Sophia" said the host ironically. "You've still got 1 hour 55 minutes left to enjoy!".
For nineteen year old Sophia it was not only the incessant stroking of the feathers on her nipples and the electric toothbrush between her toes, it was the humiliation of being spread wide into such a vulnerable and restrained position, not knowing who would be watching the video. The only mercy, she felt, is that she hadn't been made fully naked.
Her hips started bucking with increased vigour as the assistant started stroking the feathers along her thighs. Together with the ones on her nipples, there was now a developing sense of horniness and she wasn't sure whether this pleasure was outweighing the horror of the electric toothbrush on her ticklish toes. She had been determined not to succumb to this stimulation but was now finding it increasingly difficult and the assistants chuckled and pointed as they observed some moisture developing on her panties between her legs.
"Please stop", she again begged. "I don't think I can take this for the next couple of hours".
"We'll make it a bit more fun for you then" said the host, as he reappeared with a pair of scissors. Sophia briefly went hysterical as she realised his intention.
"Host's privilege" he said smugly as he lifted the seam of Sophia's panties and cut through them in one snip. The material fell away immediately, exposing her pussy which was certainly not bushy, but had a neat amount of hair surrounding it. As she continued to writhe up and down her lips slightly spread apart of their own accord, revealing her glistening clit.
"Now the best bit of the film can start".
Nonetheless, a number of students entered in the knowledge that the prize would pay off all their debts; they tried not to think too much about the prospect of losing.
The jeopardy was simple: a £50,000 prize for the winner, with the loser going away empty-handed but with the 'opportunity' to make a 2 hour video for the more discerning subscribers of the channel. It was this video that funded the winner's prize. The loser was at least promised that no permanent injury or bodily harm would befall them.
The rules were simple: forty general knowledge questions scored between the two contestants. A score of twenty-twenty was always regarded as particularly fun as this meant a little tie-break play off which set the scene nicely for the loser.
Ella had been trying to enter for weeks - desperate to win the jackpot prize which would mean a debt-free life after graduating from university this coming summer. She was twenty-four and about to qualify as a junior doctor. Her partying lifestyle at university meant that she would certainly be able to use the cash. Petite and with shoulder-length blonde hair, she was popular amongst the young guys in the university campus.
When Sophia got the call that she was due to play the gameshow that weekend, she had essentially forgotten about her entry. Nineteen years old, she was fairly tall with long brunette hair but with a gorgeous shy smile. Shy summed her up - she'd had very little experience with boys and generally preferred studying for her sociology course.
"How difficult can it be", she thought to herself, confident in her general knowledge. "And even if I lose, there is the promise that I won't be harmed". Sophia reassured herself and set off to the filming studio.
The studio lights were bright and the audience was animated, giving Sophia an extra sense of nervousness. The liveliness of the event suited Ella and she chatted confidently to the host. Both girls had signed a waiver saying that the accepted the outcome of either winning the prize or starring in a two-hour video as the loser. They assumed it might be a bit flirty and embarrassing but didn't think too much of it.
The host entered onto the stage and explained that due to some previous misunderstandings and breaches of contract, the girls both needed to be handcuffed during the contest. A few weeks ago, the general knowledge round had gone to 32-8 and the losing girl had fled from the stage knowing that she had lost the cash but unwilling to embrace the forfeit. The host reminded the contestants the forfeit essentially funded the prize and so this was a key part of the contract.
The questions progressed rapidly with the scores neck and neck. Both Ella and Sophia were studious despite their contrasting personalities and had a good command of general knowledge. The crowd roared with delight when the scores got to 19-19, then 20-19 and finally 20-20. It meant the tie-breaker play-off which hadn't yet been used in the format.
The host explained that the tie-breaker was in essence a warm-up for the main forfeit and a way of finding out who might find it more, in his words "challenging". It would involve a little bit of light feather tickling on different parts of the body and the first contestant to make any sort of noise would automatically lose the game. This was a hammerblow to both girls as they both regarded themselves as unbearably ticklish.
Ella looked aghast as a 'wheel of fortune' was brought onto the stage - there were four segments: feet, belly button, arm pits and nipples. The host spun the wheel. It landed on feet.
Both girls were already handcuffed in their seating position but some feet stocks were then brought onto the stage and clinically locked around their ankles, before a couple of assistants removed their trainers and socks. "Your feet are going to be tickled for two minutes and if neither of you make a sound then we will respin the wheel for another round. If one of you makes the smallest noise then you immediately lose the game."
A microphone and detector box was brought near to both girls' faces and it was then demonstrated how the smallest noise would light up the screen indicating that they had lost.
Sophia wasn't sure if she would cope. Her feet were beyond sensitive and her heart sank when she saw an assistant nearing her with two long feathers.
The grimmacing on the girls' faces as the feathers were slowly stroked around their feet and in between their toes delighted the audience. Both of them struggled with all their might to suppress any sound, focussed on the incredibly prize money and the desperate desire to avoid the forfeit. Now that they had an inkling of the forfeit this felt even more important.
"Well done, you managed two minutes", said the host. "Very impressive". He spun the wheel again as they both watched with impending dread. "One of you will have to give in shortly", he chuckled. It landed on 'nipples'.
"No you can't do that", said Ella in her confident spirit, but she realised that in her handcuffed state, having signed a waiver, she was in limited position to object. The assistants lifted up the t-shirts of the girls and gently pulled down their bras. Both Ella and Sophia adjusted their positions in the chair and their breasts slighlty bounced up and down to the excitement of the audience. This time the assistants with the feathers were behind them and the feeling of a slow ticklish stroke going round and round their nipples was quite unexpected.
Sophia let out a small moan that was barely heard by the audience but detected straight away by the special microphone.
"Congratulations Ella", said the host. "You've won fifty thousand pounds", as she was unhandcuffed and started celebrating wildly. She almost felt a small pang of guilt at what lay ahead for Sophia but wouldn't swap places for a moment.
"Sophia, you are going to be led away and your forfeit will be explained to you. Bad luck on losing tonight, but you might enjoy the next couple of hours in your own way!" Sophia didn't share the host's sense of humour.
Sophia was led down a flight of stairs into a sound proofed room where the studio lights were dimmer and there was no longer the roar of the audience. In a strange way she had found the crowd reassuring and now felt a little panicked.
Her handcuffs were briefly taken off and she was instructed to take off all her clothes except her panties and then sit in the special chair in the centre of the room. Having signed the waiver and with several people blocking the exits, she felt unable to object. Barely before she realised it, her hands were re-secured by the handcuffs at the back of the chair. She had never felt so vulnerable but felt reassured by the fact they had left her in her panties and the forfeit perhaps wasn't going to be too sordid or terrible.
She didn't have long to wonder about the attachments protruding from the chair as her legs were secured to them and now in a wide open position. If she felt vulnerable before, she now felt quite terrified.
"The next two hours are going to be a rollercoaster of emotions for you, Sophia" said the host. "You will be tickled in lots of different places, sometimes without mercy, to the point where you will beg for it to stop. But you will also be teased and stimulated to the level where you are simply desperate for the relief of an orgasm and you will almost certainly beg for one. Our advice is not to have an orgasm too early, as we will carry on regardless until the two hours is concluded. You will probably beg to be tickled so that you don't orgasm!""
Sophia felt a pang of terror upon hearing this explanation. She was ticklish beyond imagination but on the few occasions she had come to orgasm, she was unbearably sensitive. She'd had one boyfriend and after a few drinks one night he had caressed her pussy and clit until she had the biggest orgasm in memory. But afterwards she could not bear any touching for about twenty-four hours, such was the sensitivity of her clit. The thought of being in a tormented state between ticklishness, the need for orgasm and post-orgasm sensitivity made her very fearful as she struggled to cope with any of these sensations.
"Please", she begged. "If you let me out now, I'll see if I can come to some arrangement to compensate you from any financial loss". She knew her pleas were useless as she again suddenly felt two feathers gently stroking round her nipples. They were already so hard and yet so ticklish - she simply didn't know how she could cope with two hours of this. The timer started on the film production.
Sophia continued to beg and gently buck her hips - the only part of her body that wasn't restrained - as her nipples were continually stroked. She closed her eyes trying to put the thought of any sensual pleasure out of her mind and was shocked back into full consciousness by the buzz of an electric toothbrush running between each toe one by one. She screamed, thinking she would go out of her mind and started begging hysterically.
"Pace yourself Sophia" said the host ironically. "You've still got 1 hour 55 minutes left to enjoy!".
For nineteen year old Sophia it was not only the incessant stroking of the feathers on her nipples and the electric toothbrush between her toes, it was the humiliation of being spread wide into such a vulnerable and restrained position, not knowing who would be watching the video. The only mercy, she felt, is that she hadn't been made fully naked.
Her hips started bucking with increased vigour as the assistant started stroking the feathers along her thighs. Together with the ones on her nipples, there was now a developing sense of horniness and she wasn't sure whether this pleasure was outweighing the horror of the electric toothbrush on her ticklish toes. She had been determined not to succumb to this stimulation but was now finding it increasingly difficult and the assistants chuckled and pointed as they observed some moisture developing on her panties between her legs.
"Please stop", she again begged. "I don't think I can take this for the next couple of hours".
"We'll make it a bit more fun for you then" said the host, as he reappeared with a pair of scissors. Sophia briefly went hysterical as she realised his intention.
"Host's privilege" he said smugly as he lifted the seam of Sophia's panties and cut through them in one snip. The material fell away immediately, exposing her pussy which was certainly not bushy, but had a neat amount of hair surrounding it. As she continued to writhe up and down her lips slightly spread apart of their own accord, revealing her glistening clit.
"Now the best bit of the film can start".
