This story picks up immediately after the ending of The Challenge. For those wanting to find out what happened next, here's your chance.
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The MC nodded as a voice called out "We're clear"
The buzzing in the background faded as the sybians spun down, though the panting from Roxanne and Jasmine continued for a few moments after, intermixed with some whimpers and gasps.
He pulled a chair from the gloom behind the camera as a few work lights flicked on elsewhere around the studio revealing how many people were actually in the studio - more than a dozen, not including the two fully naked woman, streaked in sweat and smeared make-up and body writing.
Sitting in front of them both, he gave them a moment to catch their breath but left them tied up and "presenting" their chests before saying anything.
"So, 'sluts', what are you going to do next?"
"OH yes, you can't speak can you. Well, let's keep it like that for just another moment. Tony? Release their wrists a little, but not completely. "
Jasmine falls forward weakly, but Roxy sits up straight and glares and makes noises into her gag and gestures.
"Maybe we should tighten TitSlut's again, Tony? Hmmm TitSlut?"
Roxy blushes but calms down.
Michael sends away Tony with a flick of his hand.
"So now it's just us again, let's talk about how this can go down for you. You're public sluts. We weren't kidding, your details got released. (By us as it happens sssshhh!), but other people on the feed recognised you too. Want to hear my prediction for how the next few days are going to go?"
Jasmine sits quietly, Roxy makes a noise like "uck ooo"
"We happen to know your rent is 1200 a month. The Studio will pay your rent and money for food, send you home today with 1500. We're not heartless, we only say you go home with nothing on camera. "
...The girls perk up a little...
"There is a catch of course. Tony and Danny are going to come in here with a collar and lead, and they're going to put them around your necks. Then you'll get off the Sybians and they'll lube your ass and push a buttplug tail inside you. Then you'll be lead away back to a changing room. You are sluts, and you leave this studio as sluts."
Jasmine is quiet again, but Roxy is making incoherent noises and shaking her head and waving her arms, oblivious to the amount of jiggle and bounce occurring in her exposed chest. Michael watches amused.
"OK. Take it or not, but let me tell you about the next week. Your friends will send you messages of support then disappear. The people you work with will talk about you for the 30 minutes you're back at your pointless jobs till HR come and tell you that it's 'not up to them, it's just policy' as if they have a policy for their employee having multiple orgasms, naked on the internet in front of 30,000 people. But whatever, after an hour you're holding a box outside the office getting a hug from Marg from accounts while every male in the office is watching you out the window and remembering you naked. As EVERYONE will have seen it by now. Meanwhile your social inboxes will be full of friend requests and dick pics"
Jasmine has tears running down her face. Roxy is staring at Michael.
"So, you'll be jobless, friendless, you were both already boyfriend-less, and if you don't pay your rent you'll be homeless. BUT. It doesn't have to be that way. Just put on the collars."
Jasmine is already slumped looking towards the dark for the assistant, Roxy looks over at her and then looks at Michael and nods.
"Tony? Bring me 2 collars and leads, plus 2 butt-plug cat tails please... small inserts ", turning his face to the girls he grins and without looking away continues "Their assholes aren't as warmed up as their ruined pussies. Oh and some lube."
Tony fetches the items, which LOOK like they've never been used, at least. Tony dangles the collar by the leash in front of Roxy playfully then slips it around her neck and tightens it comfortably. He then pulls firmly but not sharply down and forward partially pulling Roxy off the Sybian and exposing her rear. Roxy yelps into the gag as her ass feels the cold when Danny squirts a large amount of lube over it. He smears it all over her and makes sure it's liberally applied. Roxy feels the discomfort from the cool subside only to be replaced by the sensations of her asshole penetrated by a swirling finger, swiftly followed by the pressure and mounting stretch of a cold hard object entering her. She's never even considered anal and this is a new and unwelcome sensation feeling like it builds forever, then there's a pop sensation and it almost feels comfortable. Roxy is very aware of a feeling of being full.
Tony releases the leash allowing Roxy to sit back down cautiously - just in time to watch a large shiny metal plug slide slowly into her sister's anus, watching the clench and release slow and then allow the passage then the sudden moment her ass appears to suck the tail inside. The resulting effect looks very much like her sister has a cat tail. A new experience for both girls, being violated and watching their sister being entered.
Each assistant finally releases the wrist bondage, but almost as soon as they're released Michael tugs on both chains pulling the girls forward off the Sybians onto their hands and then their asses wiggle off forward, with a combination of various bodily fluids and lube dribble down their legs. The girls crawl forward, but the fight seems gone. Now at the end of a leash like animals, both girls have their pale round asses in the air with the dark furry tail hanging between their legs. Their heavy breasts hang down, their hair matted and tangled falls loosely by their faces. Even given all they've been through, right there naked in the middle of the studio, away from the anchor of the camera and the Sybians, the girls look the most alone they've been.
"Wiggle your asses girls. Make those tails swish."
Roxy wiggles gingerly but then makes a resigned wiggle that causes her large ass to sway and the tail to swish. Jasmine does a little wiggle and stops then repeats the wiggle more forcefully and continues to do so, finding a rhythm that forms a pleasing swishing noise. Her tears have stopped and she continues to experiment with her tail whipping back and forth.
Obviously amused, Michael smiling says "Oh yes, so that works. We're going to walk you two pets around the studio for a while and any time you stop wiggling your fat asses, you girls lose 100 from the total. Isn't that unfair? Yes. But I want you to be encouraged to be good sluts. You also must not speak. You can't with those gags but no attempts to communicate in anything other than a miaow. This isn't symbolic, it just gets me off."
Just as he'd explained, the girls are lead around on all fours with their bums swaying and tails swishing around the cold floor, for ten minutes of further humiliation before being lead through an office full of people, who quite obviously took photos on their phones. One of the team even has a horse whip and leaves a bright red welt on Jasmine's ass causing the to release a loud yelp, not unlike a cat finding itself under the feet of it's owners. Roxy fared worse though, as the wielder of the whip scored a direct hit on her left nipple as the breast swung pendulously. Much to his dismay she just grunted, so he spat at her "You're such a TitSlut".
Michael clearly observed all of this and made no attempt to stop them, before he finally lead them to a room with "Slut Changing Room" written on the door.
Inside the room the atmosphere changes.
There are soft towel robes and several comfy sofas. A mirror with lots of makeup (still sealed), and a selection of simple outfits hanging up. As soon as the door to the room closes, Michael carefully removes Roxy's ring gag, then moves to Jasmine's. Carefully unclipping the leash from both girls he then sits down, and says "OK Jasmine, Roxanne Your experience is over, you were good kittens so the full amount is already in your account, whomever booked the account. I think that was you Roxy who paid the entry admin fee?"
Roxy nods, putting on the dressing gown and looking around. Jasmine is still on all 4s, not able to accept it's over. Michael says nothing for a moment. It's like he's a different person in this room.
"So, anything in here is free to take away, as long as your pockets are empty when you leave. You can wear and keep any of the clothes or makeup, shower just through there, there's a selection of perfumes as well - many brands. Your IDs and purses are in the lockbox on the table. There's a mini fridge with drinks and snacks under the table, you're probably more dehydrated than you realise. When you're ready to leave the car outside will take you home, if that's where you want to go, though I'd recommend a stay in a hotel room tonight."
Jasmine is still an animal on the ground.
Roxy is sat in the dressing gown, it loosely covering her.
Neither girl has removed their butt-plug tails or collars nor have they spoken.
